#the horror of devotion will always be special to me

[bl-inkstone]

mini ramble in the tags! i haven't been here in a hot min haha

[cipheramnesia]

What Your Horror Franchise Crush Says About You:

Jason Voorhees: Unabashed thick boy appreciator, you like em curvy and savor the finer himbos in life. Your man did nothing wrong and you can fix him (positive). Disabilities advocate.

Michael Meyers: Someone has to appreciate a generic white boy and that's you. No shame in being indecisive, but everyone thinks you have terrible taste in men, except for like three close friends who your guy helped out in a pinch, no questions asked.

Freddy Krueger: Fan of the bad boys, but red / green flag colorblind. You use the phrase "sad wet rat of a man" often and as a high compliment. You man did everything wrong and you can fix him (wrong).

Chucky (aka Charles Lee Ray): Found family maniac above and beyond anyone else you know, specializing in daddy issues. You have trouble parsing sarcasm and are some kind of flavor of alphabet soup rainbow colored queer.

Ghostface (Scream): Catboy aficionado who always bets on the loser. Your man did everything wrong and you can make him worse. Your struggles are endless but you stay silly.

Xenomorph (Alien/Aliens): Transgender monsterfucker identified.

Yautja (Predator/Predator 2/Prey): Cisgender monsterfucker identified.

Maniac Cop: You've watched way too many horror movies, or you're a devoted Bruce Campbell completionist. You can't explain to anyone what you like anymore, you used to but you're afraid you've forgotten how. Take a break.

Angela Baker (Sleepaway Camp 2/3): You did it, you found the sole, consistent girl slasher in the horror franchise lineup. I guess someone just has to be different and special all the time. Now learn to stop trying to be a white knight and let a girl live her best life.

Art the Clown: You are the edgiest motherfucking clownfucker and will tell anyone about it unprompted, but cannot tell "I do not know why you told me this" from "I am upset about this." Calm down but don't lose that weirdness. Ride or die friend for life.

Pinhead (Hellraiser 1/2/2022): Searching for the elusive big titty goth boy friend. You are either the person who has trust fund money and uses it to wear expensive goth clothes and get all the tattoos but listens to Taylor Swift and has vanilla cis straight sex only, or you have no money and the hardest kinks on the books that you never talk about. No in between.

[actuallysaiyan]

There's A Light(Tomura Shigaraki x Fem!Reader)

warnings: mentions of death, fluff, angst, nightmares, mentions of Tenko's quirk, he's referred to as Tenko mostly in this fic word count: 0.7k pairings: Tomura Shigaraki/Tenko Shimura x Fem!Reader summary: it's the same nightmare every time, but this time you're there to help him calm down. a/n: my first Tenko fic!!!!!! Special thanks to: @kentocalls for the idea, @cherryblossombankai for encouraging me to write this. dividers by: @adornedwithlight and tagging @pixelcafe-network

The sounds were still so intense. The vision of it was still so bright. The way they just crumbled away. Even poor Mon had just crumbled away. Tenko watches in horror as a spectator to the worst day of his life. He screams, clutching his face in the same way he had done that day. He’s screaming, crying as he can’t turn back time. It’s terrifying to watch it over and over and over again.

Then he wakes up. He’s…in your bed. With your cute lavender sheets that you swore helped with anxiety. So much for that, he thinks to himself. But he sees you snuggled up close to him, and that alone is enough to bring him back down to earth. It had only been a dream.

Just the worst dream ever.

You stir in your sleep, rolling over to be even closer to him. You blink in the darkness of the room and finally you notice that your boyfriend seems to be awake. It dawns on you that he might have had a nightmare. You look at him.

“Tenko…you okay?” you ask in a sleepy voice.

He shudders. “I’m…no, I’m not.”

You finally shake the rest of the sleep from your mind and you snuggle even closer to him. He finally gets close to you, wrapping his arms around you. Every time he touches you, he has to remember not to use his quirk. God, it would kill him to accidentally do that to you. And the way you just trust him not to fucking decay you. It kills him inside sometimes to even think of it.

“Didja have a nightmare?” you ask, your voice tinged with drowsiness.

“Yes, I did.”

You look into his eyes and play with his hair. He shudders again, wondering how the hell he even got this lucky to have such a wonderful person to love him. Nobody could ever take you away from him. He’d rather die than to give you up. You were everything to him and you pulled all this softness from him. You broke down those walls with kindness, patience and true love.

“The same one?”

Tenko nods, “Y-yeah…it’s always that one.”

He had told you what happened to his family. You were horrified that nobody but the worst man ever had come to his rescue. But you were a soothing balm for Tenko’s hurt soul. All the bruises, the scratches, the scars…oh you tenderly took good care of them and kissed his tears away.

“I know there’s nothing I can do or say to change that day,” you pressed a soft kiss to his chapped lips. “But I can tell you that I’m here with you forever.”

No, you couldn't change his past. But you could change his future. You could make sure he lives a happy life. You would be there with him for this nightmare and all the others that would be bound to happen in the near future. You could be the one to dry his tears and to kiss his wounds.

“I want you…I want you to stay with me.” His words sound so vulnerable. He touches your face and you smile.

Every time he touches you, it’s so sweet. It’s so warm. You know how easily he could lose control and the fact that he doesn’t, it shows his true devotion to you. His quirk could easily kill you. Except Tenko is so deeply in love with you, he can control it. It’s all for you.

“I’ll stay, my love. I won’t ever leave you, Tenko.”

You cup his cheeks and you place a soft kiss to his forehead first. Then you kiss the tip of his nose, which makes him laugh so softly. Then you kiss his lips, allowing it to go on for longer than just a few seconds.

“I used to be so scared…going to sleep used to be so scary. But now, even if I have nightmares, I know I’m safe.” He confesses, his smile a little more shy now.

“I promise, I’ll always be the light in your darkness.”

And it’s with sweet words like this that Tenko knows you are the one for him. You understand him like no other and he knows that you’ll always be right by his side.

With a few more shared kisses, Tenko finally feels comfortable enough to fall asleep.

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[rs-hawk]

Gender irrelevant, an enthused archaeologist encounters a creature which would change the known history of the entire area, and sets out to track it to its lair for further (actual) research.

Instead, what awaits them is an education in why this thing was worshipped, and why they should start worshipping it too.

This just broke me out of my slump/writer’s block 😍 TW: the Raven Mocker. Light horror smut

You have been studying the development of civilization and population growth in the Appalachian Mountains. It was always your “special interest” as a kid, and now in your early 30s, you’re finally able to devote yourself to it properly. After years of studying everything in books, charts, even occasionally going to Indigenous Cultural Centers to discuss what they knew about their ancestors who lived there, you finally get to get into the field. Yet, there’s one creature that keeps popping up that you can’t get out of your head for some reason is the Raven Mocker. It makes you hesitant, but you push through.

Of course, even as a child your mother told you about them. You always sort of brushed it off because you always thought that it was just stories that your mom picked up from her mom. It’s not like you really grew up in the culture anyway. However, in the mountains, setting up your camp as night falls around you, a shiver creeps down your spine. There’s something watching you. You know it. The primal part of your brain is on sending out high alert signals to every part of your body.

You tell yourself you’re being silly. At worst there’s some predators, but you have a gun, and a fire going. You just want to make your way to a spot where your colleague said he saw some fragmented pottery and what he thought might be evidence of a small band who used to worship something they thought lived in these woods. From what he could gather from the shards, it seemed to be some kind of deity of death. This thrilled you. Against hope, you hoped that you might be able to discover a small, lost village or band that had vanished with time.

With that hope warming your heart and pushing away the anxiety creeping up your spine, you crawled into your tent, finally able to get some sleep. Although it was against the regulations of the park you where in, you left the fire going to ward off animals. You just set an alarm for every 90 minutes to check in and tend to it. That night, you are lucky. Nothing happened. But your recklessness has caught the eye of the very creature who lives in the back of your head.

Every branch you stumble over. Every time a twig scratches your face. Every time you cross a stream or go off trail because of something blocking your path. It’s there. Watching you with a curiosity that it hasn’t felt since it had its own body. How long ago has it been now? It looks down at its rotting limbs, twisting them this way and that. Flexing its wings. Centuries. It’s been scavenging for new body parts for centuries.

The sound of your voice filling the air as you curse a rock you had stubbed your toe on brings its attention back to you. The creature decides to scavenge new parts before approaching you. Just in case you can see it, it doesn’t want to look a mess.

You make your way to another spot you think is safe to camp. That might, you decide not to leave the fire going. You feel safer. More secure. And you’re worried about what might happen if you sleep through an alarm. The thought of being why a giant forest fire sweeps through the mountains makes your mouth run dry. No. It’s not worth it. You shouldn’t have even risked it last night.

Tonight, you curl up in your sleeping bag again, dozing off quickly despite your skittishness about your surroundings. However, you’re woken up by the sound of what at first you thought was a wild hog. Your blood runs cold as you sit frozen, knowing that you’ll be killed. You have no way to properly protect yourself from one, but you were in an area not known for them. After a few minutes of listening, you see a shadow cast onto your tent walls by the moonlight. It’s a bear.

You’re not sure what happens next, but before you know it, you’re laying on the shredded floor of your tent as the bear wanders away after not being able to find the food you’d tied high above the ground. The attack leaves you weak, but you manage to call 9-1-1 and tell them in a gurgled voice where you are. They promise to send park rangers as soon as possible. The woman asks you to keep talking, but your reception is spotty at best. After mere moments, the connection is lost. All you can do now is hope that they get here in time.

The Raven Mocker finds you easily. Even more so than it would have thanks to the delicious scent of your death. It flies over to you, inhaling the sweet scent of your life force. Through blurred vision, and a trembling voice, you ask it for help.

“Please. Just, make it quick,” you ask, knowing what it is as its wings fold behind its back. Those beady eyes peering down at you. “It’s not like they’re going to find me in time.”

It looks at you curiously. Do you really want to die? It can’t decide. Instead, it walks around you before straddling your weak body. It leans close to you, slowly drinking in your life and it leaves your body. You wince, but it doesn’t hurt. Not really. In fact, how gentle its being, the way its holding you as it slowly steals your life, is almost kind. Maybe its the blood loss. Maybe its because you’ve always been scared, and its not that scary. Not really. But you lean up to meet its deformed lips.

The Raven Mocker is caught off guard, even pausing its drinking of you. However, it soon returns the kiss. Its foul tasting tongue invades your mouth, making you let out a tiny sound of approval. The creature hasn’t felt like this in a long time. So long. It had been a long time even when it was a human. Its hands wander, exploring your slowly dying body, but you respond to every touch. Your cunt starts to get wet as it slips a hand between the two of you, palming and teasing it over what little cloth still covers it.

It tears the rest of it off with ease, quickly sinking two of its decaying fingers inside of you. A soft moan escapes your lips as it pumps in and out of you, spreading its fingers to stretch you out. You’re arching as much as you can in this weak state. You’re starting to feel cold, but this distraction is helping.

Before you know it, the creature pulls out its fingers and replaces it with something so large that you can’t help but cry out as it’s crammed inside of you. You can’t even look to see if the cock now jackhammering inside of your wet cunt is human or not. Not that you suppose it really matters. The creature’s wings shield you from the drops of rain that have started to trickle down onto the two of you. It was making you even colder until it shields you.

Its withered hands hold your upper body closer to it as it hunches over you, slamming its cock in and out of you. It bullies your poor cervix and stretches you more than you ever have been stretched. You can feel your life starting to slip more and more away as its talons scratch down your back, though not unkindly.

Precum coats your womb as it crams itself inside of you. To your surprise, you feel something else pushing into you. You try to shift slightly, the pleasure now becoming more of a pain, but it doesn’t let you. Instead, it pushes you to the ground and uses its full weight to pin you there. Before you realize what’s happening, there’s a popping noise, and you’re fuller than you’ve ever been. You grimace and try to move, but the decaying creature on top of you holds you still, decaying and cracked lips finding every soft spot of exposed skin as its wings shield you from the now onslaught of rain.

The cum feels hot. Too hot. Inside of you as it pumps rope after rope into you. All you can do is lay there, slowly slipping into unconscious as your blood pools under you. Just as it pulls out, you hear park rangers. The creature caws as it straights and bursts into a run before taking flight. From a distance, it really does just look like a raven.

The rangers manage to save your life, and the Raven Mocker leaves you alone. Even when you try to call it back, worshipping it for its power. All you can do now is wait for Death.

[elysiaheaven]

Ronin X devil reader? Like we're an actual devil

Even the devils are tired of you Ronin! Ronin x G.N Reader!

Character: Ronin x Devil Reader!

Game: Killer Chat! (Stopping requests for now to focus on the ones in my inbox!)

Hell has always been cast as the ultimate punishment, the endless abyss reserved for those who defy heaven’s grace. But what most mortals don’t understand is that Hell isn’t chaos incarnate. It’s order—dark, necessary, and strangely beautiful. Every corner is tailored with purpose, a place where sinners face justice. Heaven takes its saints, and Hell, well… we handle the rest.

You were lounging in your quarters, eyes half-lidded as you reveled in the sweet symphony of suffering echoing through the lower realms. For you, this wasn’t horror—it was righteous order. The sinners who came here were executed in more ways than any earthly punishment could manage, each deserving soul bound to their perfect sentence.

But today, Satan himself had summoned you.

The air in the dark, obsidian throne room crackled with a cold, intoxicating energy as the Lord of Hell emerged from shadows that seemed to wrap him like silk. His presence was breathtaking, the power radiating from him tempered by a charisma that only an ancient devil could carry.

“You wanted to see me?” You huffed, feigning boredom, though the corners of your mouth betrayed a smirk. Meetings with Satan himself were rare—this had to be good.

“Yes,” Satan’s voice was smooth as velvet, his scarlet gaze intense. “There’s a human I want you to take care of.”

You couldn’t help the snort that escaped. A human? You were royalty here, born to rule realms and break egos. Any human who saw you would either cower or scream. "If he saw the devil, I’m sure he’d bolt.” You tilted your head with a half-amused grin. “What could possibly make a human worth my time?”

Satan’s eyes glimmered with something wicked. “He’s... special. A rarity. This human is doing my work. He delivers more sinners to us than any plague or war.”

Intrigued now, you raised an eyebrow. "So he kills them. Does it mean he’s your… apostle? Or just another twisted soul doing his own thing?”

“He’s... both.” Satan’s voice was rich with satisfaction. “He knows exactly the kind of people he’s sending down here. Abusers, corrupt men hiding behind religious devotion, tormentors of the innocent. Each soul he damns enriches Hell, while Heaven sighs in relief at the balance. He needs protection to continue.”

“Oh, really?” You hummed, sitting forward in interest. “What’s his name?”

“Ronin,” Satan said, watching your reaction carefully. “And he’s every bit as bloody as his name.”

“Ronin,” you echoed, savoring the name. “And why should I keep this… human safe? Seems more than a little ironic, no?”

A shadow of a smile crossed Satan’s face, a rare sight that intrigued you further. “Because Hell will thrive. Heaven is pleased that those who prey on the weak are delivered their justice. And you know how Hell benefits from order, from new projects, new sinners to receive what they deserve. Our purpose will evolve.”

You took a moment to digest that. Hell would grow, and you would have the task of guiding this Ronin—a mortal as vicious as any soul here. You'd never had such a responsibility before. The prospect of protecting a human who practically had Satan’s blessing was almost amusing.

"Fine," you replied, crossing your arms with a mock pout. “I'll keep him safe. Just so you know, I expect him to hold his own, or I won’t bother."

Satan’s face softened, looking almost… endearing in his satisfaction. You blinked, surprised. Cute, you muttered under your breath, earning a glint of amusement in Satan’s eyes.

So, Ronin—the butcher of sinners, as Satan described him—was your charge now. This mortal with a knack for dragging Hell’s future residents to their doom was now under your protection. You straightened, taking in the weight of it with a surge of smug satisfaction. A little human, blessed by Satan and doing Hell's work—who would’ve thought?

You’d find this Ronin, wielding his crowbar. A human who could see Hell’s purpose as clearly as you did? Oh, you’d make sure no one laid a finger on him.

After all, he was yours to protect now.

Ronin was in his old haunt—an alley so stained with his handiwork it might as well be called his personal purgatory. A rat skittered across the damp pavement, dodging the sticky pools of blood splattered from his latest kill. This one was a lowlife, a fraud hiding behind faith, the kind that preached virtue while committing sin with abandon. Ronin couldn't hold back a bitter laugh as he plunged the crowbar into the man’s ribs, feeling the satisfying crunch of bone beneath.

The alley was dark, wet, and stinking of decay—just the way Ronin liked it. This place, his little purgatory, was his own slice of sin where he could carve out his justice without judgment. The man cowering before him was just another worthless sinner—a pathetic creature who’d hidden his filth under a mask of piety.

Ronin chuckled as he raised his crowbar, loving the gleam of terror in the man’s eyes. "You think heaven’s got a place for you, huh?" he taunted. "Maybe if you like the view of Hell better."

The man twisted free at the last second, slipping out of Ronin's grip and stumbling to his feet. For a moment, Ronin's face twisted in disbelief before his expression turned manic. The game was on.

“You think you get to preach,” Ronin sneered, twisting the crowbar. “No gods left for you now. Just me.”

But the man, wild-eyed with terror, managed a last-ditch scramble, breaking free from Ronin’s grip. He sprinted, tripping through the alley's maze, leaving a trail of blood in his wake.

Ronin laughed again, his tone almost amused as he prowled after his prey. Just as he was about to corner him, a shadow fell over the alley, and a voice—smooth, poetic, and eerily commanding—rang out, halting him in his tracks.

“Why struggle against fate when justice waits? Perhaps the darkness needs an introduction.”

Ronin turned, his eyes narrowing. Before him stood a figure that seemed out of place, yet perfectly suited to the hellish backdrop of his alley. The figure’s dark, graceful form stepped forward, the presence so intense it made the two men stop dead, each one feeling the weight of the stranger’s gaze.

You smiled, an expression filled with cryptic knowledge. "Is it not strange, mortal? To kill in the name of justice without knowing the true face of sin?" Your words curled around him like smoke, dark and melodic. You made eye contact with the other man and muttered a single, arcane word under your breath. In an instant, the man’s face twisted with rage, and he lunged at Ronin, screaming like a possessed animal.

Ronin, still gripping his crowbar, raised an eyebrow, his face caught somewhere between amusement and frustration as the two men grappled, exchanging blows. When it was over, he turned his gaze on you, eyes cold and suspicious.

“Ronin, butcher of the damned, You have earned my gaze on you.”

“Who the hell are you?” he muttered, wiping blood from his face. “And what kind of shitty Christ joke is this? You the angel of death or something?” he scoffed, though there was an edge of something else in his tone—almost intrigue. ”

Your smile faltered, your pride pricked. “Hardly,” you replied, leaning in closer, your voice dripping with barely restrained malice. “But you ought to show some respect. You’ve attracted the attention of Hell itself, little butcher, and that… is no small feat.”

At that, you smirked, crossing your arms. "And a ‘Christ joke’?” You feigned offense, eyes narrowing. “I am far beyond your simple mortal concepts. I am royalty here, a devil charged with guiding those who think they understand sin. My name… well, I suspect you’re clever enough to learn it in time."

Ronin let out a dry laugh, voice thick with sarcasm. “Royalty in Hell? Cute. And here I thought I was the only one play-acting god around here.”

Ronin tilted his head, watching you with a calculating glint. His usual bravado was there, but there was a new curiosity mingling with it. He didn’t back down. Instead, he met your gaze with a slow, almost predatory grin.

“Oh, yeah? Then what’s Hell need me for? Last I checked, I’m doing just fine without you supernatural types meddling in my affairs.”

“Oh, you’re certainly godlike to your victims,” you murmured, tone like dark velvet. “A god of punishment, an arbiter of justice for those who fail to hide their sins.”

He fell silent, unsettled as you seemed to pull thoughts directly from his mind, each word of yours landing with the weight of truth. For the first time, he couldn’t laugh off the presence before him; he could only stand there, fists clenched as you held his gaze with a darkly intense stare.

“You think you understand the game of sin, Ronin?” Your voice softened, almost hypnotic. “Oh, darling, I am sin. Every dark thought you’ve ever indulged, every twisted urge you’ve satisfied, I am the essence of it all. And you? A pawn I’ve come to protect.”

The words sunk in, but they didn’t fully make sense—not yet. “A pawn?” He laughed, but there was tension in his voice, an edge he couldn’t quite control. “Who the hell do you think you are, talking like that?”

“Not hell. Of Hell,” you replied, leaning closer, your eyes piercing his. "I am not some petty human—I am the devil’s own emissary. And you have been blessed by him, Ronin.”

He raised an eyebrow, trying to fight back the chill creeping over him. “Yeah, well, don’t think for a second I’m some errand boy for the Devil.”

“Oh, you’re far more than that.” You leaned in, voice barely a whisper, your words brushing against the edges of his mind, seeping into his thoughts. He felt his vision haze, the faintest compulsion to obey sparking at the edge of his awareness. “I’m here to ensure your work continues, that you’re unchallenged and safe in your mission. But that means you answer to me.”

Ronin’s expression twisted, torn between fury and confusion, but he didn’t move, barely able to keep his head straight as your influence took hold. Your voice grew softer, hypnotic, threading through his consciousness like the faint pull of a dream.

Just as his resistance faded, you stepped back, releasing him from the web of compulsion. He blinked, slowly regaining his senses, but the feeling of your control lingered like a whisper in his mind.

You chuckled, watching him struggle to compose himself. “Get some rest, Ronin. Even sin gods like you need sleep.”

You turned to leave, he scoffed, forcing a smirk onto his face. “Get lost, human.”

You looked back over your shoulder, your eyes gleaming with dark amusement. “Oh, sweet mortal, you still don’t understand. I’m far from human.”

Ronin’s eyes blinked open, groggy and disoriented, his gaze meeting the warm, flickering light of old oil lamps casting long shadows on ancient, splintered wood. The air was thick with the faint smell of alcohol and wine, tinged with a darker, headier note he couldn’t place. He squinted, taking in the wooden beams overhead and walls lined with objects that had no place in any church he’d ever seen—sigils, ancient weapons, twisted statues that looked like mocking parodies of holy figures.

“Nah…” he muttered, a dawning realization creeping in. This wasn’t Earth. This was Hell.

He shifted, or tried to, only to find himself held tight, his wrists and legs bound by something strong yet oddly warm, something that pulsed like a living thing. He craned his neck down, catching sight of a long, sleek, pointed tail coiled around his limbs. A devil’s tail.

A low, amused chuckle echoed through the room, dark and playful, and he tilted his head up to see you floating just above him. You looked every bit the devil you claimed to be, with razor-sharp horns curling back from your head, a smile that was far too wide and full of unnervingly perfect teeth. You looked down at him as if he were some adorable pet, something amusing and innocent—certainly not a man who spent his nights taking lives with a crowbar.

Before he could spit out some snarky retort, you reached down, gripping his face and tilting it up, your fingers cold and unnaturally steady.

"How fucked up,” you murmured, voice dripping with fascination, “can someone’s mind be to take such pleasure in killing? Tell me, Ronin—do you ever find satisfaction? Does it ever make you feel whole?”

Ronin stared back at you, jaw clenched. For once, he didn’t have a smart comeback, caught off guard by your sheer presence. He glared, trying to ignore the way your grip held him firm, your thumb brushing against his cheek like you were examining a rare, broken toy. Silence hung between you, thick and electric, as he refused to answer, though the words lingered in his mind, each one pricking at his thoughts like sharp needles.

You leaned in closer, your smile widening as if his defiance amused you even more. “Come now, I don’t bite… much.” You tilted your head, eyes gleaming with a perverse kind of curiosity. “Surely you have something to say to your new… patron. Or are you too busy pondering all the ways you’ve painted Earth red?”

“Patron?” he finally spat, his voice dripping with scorn. “I don’t need a patron. I don’t need anyone, least of all some fancy devil with a superiority complex.”

“Such bold words,” you mused, your voice lilting in a mocking singsong. “Yet here you are, bound and at my mercy. Do you really think you’re in a position to play tough, Ronin?”

He tried to wrench himself free, but your tail tightened its grip, the tip tracing a slow, almost taunting path along his jaw as you held him in place. “Tell me, Ronin,” you purred, voice thick with dark delight, “are you even remotely aware of how beautifully shattered you are?”

He scowled, refusing to let you see the flicker of discomfort that crossed his face. “I don’t need you psychoanalyzing me. What, you gonna try and fix me? Play the devil with a heart?” He laughed, though it was strained, defiant.

“Oh, fix you?” You laughed, a sound like shattered glass and honey. “No, darling. I like you just as you are. After all, you’re not here to be fixed. You’re here to serve a greater purpose. But that shattered little mind of yours… I simply must understand it.” You grinned, eyes gleaming with a hunger that wasn’t entirely of this world. “You have no idea how utterly fascinating you are to me.”

He glared up at you, his defiance dampened but not extinguished, even as you kept him bound, floating there like some impossibly powerful nightmare. He was beginning to realize just how deeply he was in over his head, but he wasn’t about to let you have the satisfaction of knowing it.

Finally, he smirked, a glint of his usual bravado returning. “I’m just another sinner, aren’t I? Nothing you haven’t seen before.”

You leaned closer, your breath cold against his skin. “Oh, but you’re so much more than that, Ronin. Sinners come and go, screaming and begging.” You tilted his face toward yours, eyes narrowing as you studied him with a disturbing kind of affection. “But you, you’ve painted yourself a god of sin, the judge and executioner of those who dare hide behind lies and faith.”

He raised an eyebrow, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Sounds like someone’s got a crush. and very obsessed..”

You scowled as Ronin’s eyes flickered with amusement, his lips curving into a smug smirk. The nerve of this guy! How dare he look at you like that, all high and mighty, like he had some sort of upper hand here. You could feel the heat rising in your chest, your tail twitching in irritation as you stepped closer to him, floating just out of reach.

“I am obsessed?!” you snapped, voice rising in pitch, but you quickly reined it in, trying to regain your cool. “Don’t you dare act like you know me, you stupid human!” You threw your hands up in a mock dramatic flair, something that screamed more tsundere than you ever intended. "I’m just… just reciting lines! You think I’m some clown trying to play a role?”

His dead eyes, now glowing faintly, flickered for a second before he actually started laughing. A low, guttural sound that echoed through the room, and it made you clench your teeth. How dare he? He was laughing at you, and not in the way you wanted!

“You—you think you're a devil?” he choked out between his laugh, voice full of mockery, “But you’re just a freakin’ wannabe!” He wiped a tear from his eye as he continued to laugh, and it was almost too much. “Oh, my bad, a royal devil, right? You're not even pretending to be terrifying. You're just… pathetic."

You froze, your breath catching in your throat. Your hand twitched as you resisted the urge to burn him where he stood. Pathetic? You were anything but! And yet, somehow, his words cut deeper than you expected. You had a role to play in this, dammit! A role that you worked hard to perfect. Every word, every gesture, was meant to give you authority, make him fear you, respect you.

But instead, he was calling you out, reducing your entire performance to nothing more than a joke. You bit back a curse, hands curling into fists at your sides as you finally spoke again, your voice laced with venom. “I’m a devil of royalty, you idiot! I don’t need to play tricks on you like some stupid human. If anything, you're the one who’s insulting me right now!”

Ronin wiped another tear away, his laughter dying down, though his grin remained wide and irritating. “Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he drawled. “I still think it’s hilarious. You’re like some bad actor trying too hard to be edgy. Like I’ve never seen a wannabe demon in all my life.”

You felt a surge of heat rising to your cheeks, frustration boiling over. “You—” You gritted your teeth, “Just because I’m not out here spouting random nonsense about the end of days, doesn’t mean I’m not the real deal, okay?”

He raised an eyebrow, still grinning like he had you figured out. “Oh, I figured you out ages ago. You’re just all bark and no bite, huh?”

You inhaled deeply, trying to maintain some semblance of control, even as your tail lashed in irritation. “I’m not here for your entertainment, Ronin. You’re the one who’s going to be taught a lesson. I’ll have you begging for mercy by the end of this. Mark my words.”

But when you finally looked him in the eye again, his smirk hadn’t faded. Instead, it was… genuine. And somehow, that made your chest tighten. He wasn’t afraid of you. He wasn’t even impressed. He was mocking you, yes, but it was almost like… a form of respect?

The realization hit you like a bolt of lightning, and you couldn’t help but curse under your breath. “Damn you, Ronin,” you muttered. “You’re not even worth the effort.” But inside, the embers of frustration were still smoldering. You had something to prove now. Something you couldn’t just walk away from.

Ronin finally stopped laughing, his eyes narrowing as he tilted his head to the side. “Oh, no need to get all sensitive now. Just calling it like I see it. And I’ve gotta say…” His lips curled into a small, wry smile. “You’ve got more personality than I expected. I thought I was just dealing with another devil spewing the same tired lines.”

You blinked at him, the words sinking in slowly. More personality? You stared at him, and for a moment, the room felt unnervingly quiet. "I’m not here to entertain you, Ronin," you said flatly, but the edge in your voice was softer this time, as if something had shifted.

Ronin nodded slowly, his amusement fading into something… else. A flicker of understanding, maybe? Whatever it was, you weren't sure you liked it. But before you could dwell on it, he threw a final barb.

"Hey," he said with a teasing glint in his eye, "I’ll give you credit. You’re not boring. I’ll give you that."

You scowled at him, tail flicking agitatedly behind you. ��Shut up.”

Ronin’s grin only widened at your frustrated outburst, and he leaned back, the chains binding his arms creaking slightly as he stretched. “God, you're like a dog with a bone, huh? So touchy," he teased, his tone dripping with amusement. His deadpan expression was still smug, like he’d just figured out the secret to driving you mad, and he was loving every second of it.

“You’re so annoying!” you snapped, your voice sharp and cold, but underneath it, there was a subtle hint of exasperation. How was he managing to get under your skin so easily? You had so much more control than this, but Ronin just seemed to unravel it all. It was almost like he knew what buttons to press, and you hated it.

He tilted his head, eyes gleaming with mock curiosity. “Am I?” His grin morphed into something a bit more wicked, a glint of mischief dancing in the depths of his gaze. “Funny. I thought you were supposed to be a devil of royalty, not some whiny little brat.”

Your tail twitched violently at his words, the sharp tip of it slashing through the air like it had a mind of its own. “I’m not a brat,” you spat, almost instinctively puffing your chest out in a way that was more comical than intimidating. “I’m royalty, damn it. I don’t need to explain myself to you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Ronin drawled lazily, his hands still bound but his posture completely relaxed. “But if you're royalty, shouldn't you, I don't know, be a little scarier? You’re kind of like a kid pretending to be an adult, and it’s adorable."

“Adorable?” You hissed the word like it was poison. “You really think I’m some cute little plaything for you to laugh at, huh?” You took a step toward him, not fully realizing how much closer you were getting until your breath hitched.

But Ronin didn't back down. No, instead, he gave a lazy smirk and tilted his head further, eyes scanning you with a sort of casual, unimpressed interest. “Well, not cute exactly… but definitely something. I mean, you’re trying real hard to be intimidating, so it’s cute in a... 'this isn’t working at all' way.”

“You’re seriously pissing me off,” you muttered under your breath, your patience already wearing thin. You could feel the heavy weight of the energy building up inside of you—the raw, primal urge to do something. But you held yourself back, mostly because the way Ronin just sat there, not even slightly fazed by you, was starting to make your skin crawl.

“And yet,” he continued, utterly unfazed, “you’re still here. Which means I must be doing something right, right?” His voice was thick with that irritating, infuriating smugness that made you want to rip him apart, but you couldn’t quite bring yourself to.

“You’re... You’re so infuriating!” The words practically exploded out of you, and you turned away, pacing the small, dimly lit room. You could feel your control slipping further with each second that passed, and it was like he was doing it on purpose—getting under your skin until you had no choice but to react. You could hear the low chuckle coming from behind you, and it made your teeth grind together.

“You’re funny, though,” he mused, his voice rich with sarcastic sweetness. “Not as funny as me, of course, but you’ve got some charm. Keep going like this, and you’ll be the star of my personal hell.”

You spun around, eyes flashing with frustration, and he just raised an eyebrow, his expression all but saying, You know I’m right.

“Don’t mock me, Ronin,” you warned, your voice low, warning laced with venom. “I’ll make sure you regret it.”

“Sure, sure,” he said, waving a dismissive hand, as if you were a pest he could easily brush off. "I’ll let you get to that. But just so you know..." His eyes gleamed with amusement. “If you really wanted to make me regret anything, you’d have to actually do something about it, sweetheart. Right now, all you're doing is making me laugh.”

The last of your restraint snapped, and before you could think, you marched right up to him, grabbing his face and forcing him to look at you. The act was impulsive, but there was something about that irritating smirk on his face that finally pushed you over the edge.

“You think you’re so clever, huh?” you whispered through gritted teeth. “You think I’m a clown? Maybe I’ll show you just how terrifying I can be.”

You leaned in, a mischievous glint in your eyes that mirrored the mocking challenge in his. But instead of stepping back, his lips curled into something just a little too intrigued.

“Well then, make your move,” he said with a half-smirk. “Prove it to me, Your Highness.”

The moment he smirked again, that same irritating, condescending smirk that made your blood boil, you snapped. All that self-control you’d been pretending to have, all those carefully crafted lines you’d spent time perfecting, shattered in an instant.

Before Ronin could even react, your tail whipped forward, wrapping tightly around his throat with the precision of a predator capturing its prey. The pressure was instant, and you could feel his breath hitch as he fought against it, but you weren’t about to let go. Your tail tightened around him, lifting him slightly off the ground as your anger flared to life, burning hotter than before.

“You’re so damn annoying!” you growled through gritted teeth, a mix of frustration and something else bubbling up inside you. “If you’re gonna keep mocking me, at least make it worthwhile, you stupid human!”

Ronin’s eyes were wide now, but his grin didn’t falter. Instead, he chuckled—chuckled! Like he was actually enjoying this. His hands tried to pry your tail away, but it only made you squeeze tighter, your grip unrelenting as his face started to turn a little redder from lack of air.

“Why... are you so... pissed?” he managed to rasp out, his voice barely audible, but that damn smirk still stuck on his face.

You snarled, pushing him up higher, your floating form steady, even though the anger burned through your veins like wildfire. “Because you don’t stop, Ronin! You think you know me, but you don’t know a damn thing! I’m not just some… some little devil here to play games!”

And yet, despite your words, something in you was still... off about this whole situation.

Your mind screamed at you to stop—to pull away, to let him breathe. But no. He’d crossed the line.

"I’m a devil of royalty,” you hissed, your grip tightening. “You’re the one who’s gonna learn respect, got it?”

But Ronin, that bastard, only chuckled again, this time with a wicked twinkle in his eyes. “You know... if you wanted a kiss, you could’ve just asked.”

You stopped. You stared. Your tail loosened slightly, but only out of sheer disbelief. What the hell did he just—?

“You... you—!” You cut yourself off, realizing you were staring at him like some blushing idiot. “You’re—ugh!” Your tail tightened again, but not in anger now. This was more of a reflex, a defensive move, like you were trying to shake off the absurdity of his words.

But then he did the worst thing possible. He grinned wider. “I mean, you’re cute when you’re mad. Really cute.”

You froze, a wave of frustration washing over you. Cute? Did he think you were some kind of child? Did he think he could just—?

“Shut. Up,” you spat, but the venom in your words was overshadowed by how genuinely mad you were now. You were supposed to be a devil, a royal one at that. And yet here you were, looking like some lovesick... idiot who couldn’t even keep it together.

Your tail, like a reflex, tugged him closer again, as if you wanted to shut him up once and for all. “You... you just don’t get it, do you?” you muttered, looking away as you tried to regain your composure.

Ronin, however, looked completely unfazed, eyes dancing with amusement. “No, I get it,” he said coolly. “You’re just not as scary as you think you are. You’re like one of those... princesses who’s stuck in her tower, throwing temper tantrums.”

You blinked at him, and for a moment, you honestly couldn’t comprehend what he was saying. Princess? Tower?

And that’s when it clicked. You… you did have a bit of that princess vibe, didn’t you? The whole “royal devil” thing, the way you floated around, angry yet trying to maintain some composure. You were like one of those fairy tale princesses, locked away in a tower, trying to pretend like everything was under control.

The realization hit you harder than you expected, and for a moment, you felt a strange wave of embarrassment. Rapunzel, of all things?

“Are you... comparing me to that stupid princess?” You demanded, your tail loosening, now only holding him in place rather than choking him.

He nodded. “Yeah, I mean, you’re all high and mighty, but honestly... you don’t even know how to really handle me. You’re just making it all worse. You know what you need?” He looked at you, his smirk almost kind. “You need to get out of your tower. Take a step down. Get your hands dirty.”

Ronin’s expression shifted the moment he spoke, his tone veering from amusement to something darker. “So… if Hell exists,” he muttered, “then Heaven must exist, too.”

You nodded slowly, watching his face, the usual hard lines and cocky smirk softened with something almost vulnerable. “Yeah,” you said quietly. “Heaven and Hell… they’re both very aware of you, Ronin. Let’s just say, they’re happy with you making certain… types suffer.” You gave a crooked grin, hoping to lighten the mood, but he didn’t bite.

Instead, he scoffed, his face twisting with pain he hadn’t let slip before. “So Heaven does exist…” he whispered, as if the words themselves hurt. He looked off to the side, jaw clenched.

You could feel the weight of it immediately—the shadows in his eyes, the stiffness in his shoulders. “Ronin…” you ventured, softer than before. “Is this… is it some kind of religious—?”

“Shut up,” he spat, but there was no real venom in it. Just exhaustion.

The silence stretched long and heavy, until finally, he looked at you, eyes sharper, more focused, like a steel trap snapping shut. “Someone I knew once… named Ther,” he murmured, his voice barely more than a breath. “Where… where would she be?”

You froze, taken aback by the rawness in his voice. He didn’t ask for your answer, didn’t even look at you, his gaze lost somewhere beyond you, as if searching for something he couldn’t name.

You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came. Instead, you watched him, and for once, you didn’t have anything clever to say.

[lovesick-girly]

the devil all the time book review

author: donald ray pollock

genre: southern gothic, crime, thriller

published: 12th july 2011

stars: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️.5

synopsis: a young man devoted to protecting his loved ones must face off against corruption and sinister characters in a postwar backwoods town.

themes: good vs. evil, religion and hypocrisy, violence and death, trauma and psychological damage, corruption and moral decay, fate and desperation, poverty and despair, family and protection

fav quotes:

“Some people were born just so they could be buried.”

“It's hard to live a good life...It seems like the Devil don't ever let up.”

“They's a lot of no-good sonofabitches out there."

“Sometimes it seemed as if she spent half of her life crying.”

“He wondered if he would ever feel clean again.”

“Let me pray first," he sobbed. He started to put his hands together. "I already did it for you," Arvin said. "Put in one of them special requests you fuckers are always talking about, asked Him to send you straight to hell.”

my thoughts/review:

i love this book so much that i couldn’t put it down. donald ray pollock's the devil all the time is a harrowing southern gothic-like novel that borders on straight-up horror, taking the cake for disturbing and depraved. set in the post-world war ii backwoods of ohio and west virginia, it paints a bleak, grotesque picture of humanity, filled with violence, madness, and desperation (my kinda book hehe).

my favourite character is arvin, a deeply morally grey individual whose struggle to navigate a violent world while holding onto a sense of justice kept me hooked. his internal conflict and actions are unsettling yet sympathetic. another favourite perspective of mine was lenora, whose innocence and tragic vulnerability added a heartbreaking depth to the novel. sandy's perspective was equally fascinating—her entanglement with her husband in their twisted, murderous routine gave the story a layer of depravity that was chilling.

the story takes readers through the eyes of some truly gnarly and grotesque individuals, from a husband-and-wife serial killer duo to a predatory preacher and travelling freak show. the imagery is immersive and grotesque.

pollock’s prose is both beautiful and disgustingly twisted. he uses rich descriptions to create scenes that make you squirm but also pull you deeper into the narrative. if you loved the movie or like weird books i can't recommend enough.

[sugudoe]

matchmake me bestie 😭

-I work with behavioral needs children, mainly in schools, dealing with tantrums from pre-school to grade school, from small tantrums to full blown, classroom destroying meltdowns (I love it)

-I love horror movies, animals, naps, audiobooks, and video games

-I am confident and I do *not* accept nonsense when people come at me or mine

-I have #anxiety

-I like to cook, I’m okay at it

-uh, idk what else to say. I am a person who is trying to survive in this world that is constantly trying to make it harder to survive 😭

hii bestie!! i was so anxious to make yours, and you are so cool, mwahh! also, you reminded me so much of my reader from “when i kissed the teacher” so i got inspired by it. 🤍 ps: sorry for only one pairing, i’ll be doing this from time to time unless i get confused on pairings — i have other works to post and the matchmakings are for fun, hope u guys understand.

✶ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: nanami kento

One can only take much before crumbling down. You left the Jujutsu world behind, locking away your cursed technique, devotion the attention you gave to curses and evil leaders to something more bright and better — Nanami Kento envied you, but he was also the one who was proud the most.

The male thought of you with high regards, good memories of an old life, sighing contempt coming back from a difficult mission, thanking the universe that you weren’t there. In this world of lives in danger and deep wounds, your presence was being required in a school, with crying babies and ripped shirts from tiny fists.

He missed you, could never not miss you, your lack of presence was sensed by every creature in the world — your CT was the ability to manipulate emotions, but it could affect you as well. Sometimes, you would go numb for days, and the high ups would dig themselves into you to achieve terrible missions anyone would deny. Nanami was the one to put his fist down, to get you away during those moments.

It was also his care and warm presence that brought your true self back.

You missed him as well, like sunflowers without the sun to kiss their faces, you missed his constant warm. It was a normal situation to find yourself with his number on dial, but never pressing the buttons, not knowing that on Tokyo, hours away from you, his actions were the same. Like a tangled red thread, you move and he moves the same way.

One day, one folds. You call him, happiness increasing in your aura when he says “Hello, angel.” with that sweet voice, you know he is smiling as large as you.

It’s months of cellphone calls, everyday updating each other of your lives. You tell him of your lovely and difficult students, who remind you a lot of Gojo. He tells you of the new students you haven’t met yet, nor do you ever will, both of you think.

Your voices is what keeps the other happy for the day, the last thing before falling to sleep.

One day, Nanami calls you before the designed time, before a mission, in Shibuya. He tells you he feels weird, maybe scared, but he refuses for you to come, even when you beg. Kento says he will call later, and that he loves you.

It feels like a goodbye, but the granted love of the universe falls for the two of you — he survives, and he does not want this life anymore. So with a quick goodbye to those he cares the most, Nanami moves to your city, in a coastal area, little house by the sea. Going to sleep with his arms around you and waves crashing in the distance, life finally becomes peaceful.

Nanami opens a little bakery, he often stops by your classes to drop some of his most tasteful breads and grant them to your students as well, they all love him very much. The two of you adopt a canine and feline companion, naming them after your friends from high school. They always cuddle at your feet on your large couch, while the two of you are watching movies, specially scary movies. Nanami loves to have you flinched from a jumpscare and crawling into lis lap.

Life with Nanami is very much simple, there is no need to control emotions or repress them, when you are daily showered with devotion and love and can reciprocate without feeling the dread that comes next. The world is not so hard to survive anymore, and when the anxiety can get too much, and thoughts spiral shaping into hurricanes, his arms can carry you back home, to the safety of his heart.

──── ✎ ° ⋆ FUN FACTS.

◛ ₊· Nanami does not disagree that you are a good cooker, but he much rather be the one making your meals, as a way of showing love and letting you rest.

◛ ₊· He loves to listen to audiobooks with you as well, while you both are on a road trip to the mountains or other beaches, you listen to it together. But, if asked, he would much rather hear your voice reading to him.

◛ ₊· Nanami loves how good and caring you are with the children, your patience as well. Anytime he catches you with your students or hears you’re talking about them, he doesn’t contain his smile. Secretly, he can’t wait to have some of your own.

[desolatespring]

Imagine Yan Chrollo switching out darlings medication with sleeping pills and she recognizes and confronts him about it 💃💃💅✨

Sonata

CW: drugging, manipulation, yandere behavior, insinuated noncon

The dull ache in your muscles only strengthened your reasoning to stay in bed. The warmth of the silken sheets far too tempting to resist.

Maybe your vitamin D levels were low from being cooped inside all the time? Surely that could result in this fatigue plaguing you.

You sigh. ‘1, 2, 3.’ You force yourself to get out of bed, stifling the tired groan from escaping your lips, knowing it would only alert Chrollo to your wakefulness.

Moving as quietly as possible you enter the bathroom down the hall from your bedroom. You open the door only partway, having memorized how far it’ll open before the worn hinges creak.

Pausing a moment you wait to hear footsteps but they never come. You allow yourself a small smile before opening the medicine cabinet, it wasn’t often you could move about without him noticing. You grab the bottle of vitamins and inwardly curse at the small click the cap makes as you remove it.

You decide to take a double dose, surely if you’re this sore and exhausted a little extra nutrients would be harmless. Besides, you have bigger issues to deal with. Speaking of issues, here he comes.

The bathroom door opens fully to reveal your sardonic captor. “Feeling a little under the weather?”

“Crazy what a life of imprisonment will do to you.”

Chrollo frowns; to this day you can’t read the authenticity of his actions.

“Darling, I’d hardly consider you a prisoner. You have all the freedoms I grant you.”

You hold your tongue. It didn’t take long for you to realize ill responses towards Chrollo always left you in the negative. He was a leech, always eager to suck up any emotion you donned him.

Disregarding his bait you dump two pills into your hand. As you raise your palm to your mouth, impatient to get your healing underway, you notice the once gel shell has taken on an almost chalky coating.

Maybe there was something wrong with the bottle? Now that you’d come to think of it, since starting this new batch you’d been feeling off. Though you hadn’t been made aware of any recalls.

Unease settles into you, making home comfortably into your amygdala. With abject horror you’d come to understand your current situation.

“You- You’ve been…drugging me?”

Chrollo leans against the doorway, seemingly studying you. His vacant stare only confirming your suspicions. When he doesn’t respond you realize he’s trying to coerce you into a more emotional reaction.

Sensing your trepidation he decides he’ll have to bait you further. “I didn’t want to have to succumb to such drastic measures, but you just wouldn’t give in to me any other way.”

His words seep into your mind and you’ve come face to face with yet another insidious revelation. The bruises on your hips, the soreness in your legs; you’d always been clumsy, but forgetting how your injuries came to be was never a fault of yours.

Before you have time to stop yourself the open bottle leaves your fist and your spewing an array of curses directed at the man wryly smiling at you.

Chrollo eats it up. Always so gluttonous for your inner turmoil. How special he was to be the only one to witness your world crumbling around you. Your tears a divine performance for which only he was privy to. The animosity, confusion, and terror only a testimony of your devotion to him. How dear you were to him, if it wasn’t for your sanctified portrayal of pain he wouldn’t have to inflict such psychological wounds upon you.

[loquaciousquark]

quark plays bg3 again [11/?]

I always do the hag's quest first to get the rapier for Tav, though I didn't discover until run 5 that you can save Captain Grisly. I unironically think Aradin is really attractive, and this quest as a capstone to Rolan's development is one of my favorite NPC sequences in the game. The new Lorroakan entrance cutscene is great, and while this fight happens too early in Tav's canon, the post-fight conversation you can have with a dead-Cazador-Astarion regarding Aylin's dissatisfaction with her vengeance is wonderful.

Gale's relationship to Mystra is immensely fascinating, and while I think the in-game portrayal of Mystra is simplistic and unfair, I really enjoy delving into it outside of those limitations. I was likewise very frustrated on my first playthrough that a rogue Tav can't interact specially or have any interest or ties to the city's Thieves Guild. That led to my decision of Tav historically being too bad a thief to get in, which informed a great deal of her characterization. I do headcanon that she knew Lady Ague when they were children, and that they have a complicated friendship that I'll someday write about.

I love the (purposeful or not) implication that Astarion positioned himself between his siblings & Tav during the night attack. The conversation variant where he tells you about the year of horror is perfectly devastating. My Oskar quests have ranged from "easy as anything" to "I'd rather tear my teeth out than do this again," but luckily this run went pretty well. They also finally fixed it so that he gives you a portrait of the character speaking to him, and it's a repeatable dialogue, so Tav & Astarion both got portraits this run.

The Sarevok > Orin quest sequence is one of my favorites in the game, and I love Orin's breakdown/Bhaal's takeover when you reveal her father/grandfather tried to have her mother kill her. I don't really want to play BG1 or 2, but I would like to see playthroughs of them someday.

The House of Grief is tough tough tough, no matter how many times I play it. Tav always comes out with a Liar's Heart (boo), the Viconia fight is a nightmare, and watching Shadowheart be able to save her parents is very bittersweet for her. I do wish both Mystra and Selune had been able to have an in-game presence equal to the majesty and terror of Shar here; for as much as Selune is supposedly her opposite and equal, Shadowheart's turn to her is very minimized and even more rarely acknowledged. I don't think she even says one time that she's actively worshipping her now; the closest you get is a dialogue from her in the temple saying "In another life, I might be making an offering to Selune right now." I wish that turn had been made more explicit than a hair dye job when it came to the actual religious implications.

I love the Water Queen's temple singers and listen to them every time. I also rob their vault absolutely blind every time in devotion.

The entire Cazador sequence is an emotional landmine. I really love how well they convey Astarion's fear, lack of planning, and singleminded focus throughout all his ambient dialogues. Somehow I completely missed the dormitory wing on my first playthrough, but I've gotten it on the rest, as well as the many puzzles and hidden treasure rooms sprinkled throughout.

The conversation with Godey is awful. The conversations with Sebastian and the children are likewise awful in a different way, and the romance dialogue where you can point out that in another life, he'd have led you here instead of that pretty clearing in the forest made me literally clutch my chest the first time I saw it. His pain and resignation when you push him and he confirms, "I would have killed you," are deliciously agonizing. The emotion of the slaughter & the grief afterwards are painful and perfect every time.

The conversation line after where he mentions the sun being the price of freedom was my first clue that Larian was not going to let him keep the tadpole's protection, and it's still painful on replay. I understand the cost of it, and I know why it had to happen, but it grieves Tav (and me) that he has lost something in order to secure his freedom, even if he's willing to pay the price. That said, the graveyard scene remains vulnerable and sweet, even if I personally ick a little at the dirt, and his open happiness the next morning gets me right in the heart every time.

What a well-written, fulfilling, wonderful romance. I've romanced him five times out of six and would do it again in a heartbeat.

[cillians-sweetheart]

𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓾𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 ☣︎ Chapter 28

Description: Johnathan Crane x Patient Reader. An 18 year old girl suffers from a mental disorder that Dr Crane takes an interest in, but It isn't just the disorder that catches his eye. Their love becomes so strong it drives her dangerously mad... more mad then she or him could ever imagine. 

ROMANCE + HORROR + SMUT STORY

No Batman and not everything about crane that's mentioned is correct to the actual character in DC.

TW: Violence, Sexual Content, Alcohol/Drug Use, Gore, Mental Illness, Parental Issues, Smut, Murder, Extreme Kinks (dom/crane, blood, choking, hair pulling, spanking, age gap, toys, dub-con and daddy kink) and Mention of Abuse, Assault and SA.

Not all warnings shown will be used in this exact chapter! Bold warnings are some to be expected throughout the chapter below!

I had woken the next morning to Johnathan's gentle hand petting my hair while he starred down at me while I slept. I rolled onto my back and looked up and into his eyes. He took a black ribbon from next to him and began to tie it into a strand in my hair. Making a perfect bow.

He showed a softer side of him in that moment I didn't see often.

"My little girl..." he whispered as he continued to stroke my hair. "Come on, come with daddy" he said as he stood up from the edge of the bed holding his hand out. I took his hand as he pulled me up. Johnathan grabbed me a silky robe from his dresser as I stood up to cover myself in.

"Where are we going?" I asked softly as he led me through the apartments halls.

"I want to show you something." Johnathan grinned as he brought me to the living room. He fell onto the couch and I cuddled in next to him. He took the televisions remote and flicked the TV on. A man from the Gothams News Channel came on the screen.

"Just this morning, all criminal regards towards Arkham Asylum have dropped. It's come to our attention that Ms Y/L/N has been found dead in her car, which had sunken in a river far west of the city. Investigators say it was aneither suicide or a motor accident."

My eyes darted to Johnathan. We were safe now.

"How.."

"It wasn't so hard to steal her keys you know" He smirked.

"Was she there the whole time?"

"No, I had to move her the other day to somewhere she could be found. And it looks like it worked."

"You did all of that on your own?"

"I had a little help but yeah. I did it for you my sweet girl."

"Oh I love you daddy" I reached for his face and kissed his cheek over and over.

"You know.. when I was a boy, my mother would give me a black ribbon each time I succeeded in something. And today I believe we succeed." He ran his hand down my hair looking at the ribbon he tied in it. "She'd always tie it on my wrist.. but I found it would be more beautiful in your hair."

"What happened to your mother?" I asked laying my hand on his thigh.

"She neglected me as I turned 5" he said as if it were normal. "She wasn't a good woman, same as your mother. And now they will never hurt us again my baby." He took my face in his hands, pressing our foreheads together. "All of these people.. they will never hurt you, hurt us, again. We can get away with anything. We are free, and the police are off us. No one can stop us now." He kissed my nose. "If anyone wants to hurt my girl again, we will take them from this world just as fast as they entered. Torture them with the fear they caused you."

I laughed and felt an overwhelming love take over me. My beautiful crazy husband had my heart.

"You're so sweet"

"You think?" He smirked pulling his face away.

"Oh yes, no man has ever been so protective and devoted to me before."

"Is that so?"

"Mhm" I nodded.

"Well.. why don't you go in the bedroom sweetheart. I wanna make you feel special." I smirked as I stood up and left to the bedroom. Soon after I got up Johnathan did too. His big strong arms took ahold of mine as he closed the door and pulled me into him. "Will you do something for me?" He whispered with our lips pressed together.

"Yes"

"Hm?"

"Yes daddy"

"In the bathroom is an outfit. Go in and put it on for me." He released me from his hold and I went into the bathroom closing the door. Johnathan on the other hand sat on the bed and leaned his back up against the head board with his arms crossed. In the bathroom, I saw the pile of black clothing folded on the counter. I was instantly in love.

I came out of the bathroom with my hair tossed to the side, still with my bow. The black silky nightgown hung over my body, it was so short my cheeks peeked from the bottom, revealing the little matching thong that came with it. And lastly the black stockings that reached up to my knees with little black bows on the rim of them. Johnathan already knew what it was since he bout it, but his eyes lit when he seen me in it like he's never seen it before.

"What's with this so early on in the day?" I asked approaching along side the bed. Johnathan's eyes scanned up and down body while he unbuttoned his shirt.

"I just.. wanted to do something for you baby, because of our good news."

"Oh? Like what?" I bit my lip, smirking.

"Why don't you come here and find out." I got sat onto the bed and crawled on my hands and knees to him. He patted on his lap and I sat myself down with my knees either side of his hips. His big hands groped my breasts and rubbed down my sides to my hips. He groaned, "You look so sexy... daddy's good little girl" I melted into his seductive words and his rough touch on my sensitive body. Johnathan's hands came back up my body and to his shirt which he now completely unbuttoned. My eyes trailed down his chest as it became more and more exposed. I ran my fingertips along the hair on his chest, making me throb. I could feel his eyes watching me as I grew more aroused just looking at his body.

Johnathans hands began to go back down my body, coming up under my little gown. He planted a hard smack to my bare cheek making me moan accidentally. He groped, squished and smacked my butt until I felt the poke rubbing against my panties. I could feel the wetness in my panties building as he gridded himself against me. It wasn't completely hard yet, but getting closer.

Johnathans hands left my ass and he began to undo his pants. I felt my legs getting weaker as his erection sprung out.

"Touch daddy." He demanded. I looked at him for a second with a grin then back down. I drew circles around his tip with my finger then slid it down to fit it all in my hand. I slowly stroked and rubbed up and down while watching his every twitch. But Johnathan was watching my face, I could tell. It made him throb just seeing how intrigued I was in touching his growing cock.

After a minute of me stroking him he said, "Turn around'. I was confused as of what he meant at first but then lightly sat up and moved so my back was to him.

"Like this?" I asked softly sitting on his thighs.

"Yeah.." He lifted my gown. "Just like that.." His hand slid under me as he used his finger to rub me through my panties. My hips squirmed as he touched me so gently yet so good. Then he took the fabric and moved it aside, running his finger along my soaked slit. His touch was better than anyone's in this world. Not even I could make myself feel as good as he did to me. "Why don't we take these off" I giggled as he dug his fingers into the thongs straps and pulled them down to my knees, then ankles. Johnathan's hands gripped onto my hips and he pulled me back against him. I stood on my knees, hovering over his cock while my back was against his chest. "Sit." He held the base as I went to lower myself on. I winced in pain as just the tip stretched into me. Johnathan held onto my waist pushing me down. It still was sore and sensitive from last night.

I whimpered, "I-I can't do it"

"Yes you can, come on baby"

"It hurts" I whined.

"You're almost there." I squinted my eyes as I forced myself down. Finally as my hip touched down on his I tried to relax. The pressure deep in me was all I could feel. I felt it pressing and poking every inch of my insides. It wasn't the most comfortable thing at first but I grew to it while it grew in me.

Johnathan reached over to his nightstand where he opened the drawer pulling something out. A vibrator. My eyes widened.

"Where did you get that?"

"I got it for you.." He buried his head into my neck as he flicked it on, pressing it against my clit. He didn't even give me time to react. I jumped and moaned out. My breath instantly increased and my walls clenched tightly around him. He kissed my neck as I screamed and moaned, feeling the pleasure from his cock and the vibrator. I jumped so slightly on him getting that increase of sensation but he stopped me. His other arm wrapped around me holding me down against him. I was desperate to feel him.

"Please!" I whimpered.

"Shh baby just sit still"

"Please daddy!"

He increased the intensity of the vibrator making me moan out again even louder. I tried again to buck my hips but his grip was too strong.

"I'll fuck you once you cum on my cock. So if you want it you better hurry up." He began to move the vibrator up and down my clit. His voice was so low and seductive it made me closer just hearing it. His hand moved up ripped down the gown letting my breasts be exposed. He kissed and sucked on my neck as he pinched my hard nipple. I could hear him quietly groaning from my pussy pulsing and clenching around his cock.

I now felt very close as I got louder and my movements became uncontrollable. It all came so quickly. I was screaming his name while I shook, squirmed, jumped and squirted on him. He then finally let me ride him while I was finishing.

He turned off the vibrator and threw it aside. His pants were soaked from me but his cock was still throbbing for more. "Turn around" He commanded. I lifted myself, turned, and sat back down. Johnathan moved himself a little lower on the bed while I held onto his bare chest. His hands came up to my waist while he pounded his hips into me. My legs shook profusely as I did my best trying to ride him. He starred at my tits as they bounced when he thrusted and I stared at his chest and abdomen. I couldn't stop myself from leaking all over him; But he liked it when I soaked his clothes. That's why he always kept them on.

With a few final thrusts he moaned, slamming himself as hard as he could into me. I thought he finished in me but he pulled out and grabbed my hand. He wrapped my fingers around the thickness of his cock as his head fell back. I began to rub very fast with a slight twist of my wrist. "Fuck Baby..." He moaned. Then it came out dripping down the sides and onto my hand. A lot of it came out.

As it began to go soft I looked at him while I licked it all off my fingers.

[l0nlyc4nnib4l]

Want to write mine introduction again~

You can call me Loss or J, I first opened this blog to stalk my crush (that is now my boyfriend @n0stalgicv0id ) I got inactive due to all the harassment i received from people not understanding that all I do with my partner is consensual (yes, the stalking part included) we are into hard kink, i don’t expect you all to understand, but at least respect us since we are two consenting adults.

Premises made, let’s keep going with presentation; the body is 20+, but me as an alter I am younger. I use he/him pronouns and I am gay. I like videogames,specially visual novels, manga, piercing, tattoos,creepy and horror stuff, gory things. And, of course, my boyfriend which I am really devoted and possessing to~

As I said before I’m into hard kink, such as CNC,Blood,Knife,Stalking etc���I am a sadomasochist, but with my partner I tend to be more on the sadistic side.

This blog is still for him, dedicated to him. So i post thoughts on him, what i want to do to him and other gore and dark stuff.

So if you don’t feel comfortable: just block me

Minors can’t interact obviously and I have general dni. I’ll block if I feel uncomfortable or like you are stepping on my boundaries.

I am always open to casual friendly chats, for share thoughts or interest. Just know I am only interest romantically and sexually to my darling~🩵

[666kalebthewitch666]

New account— Not new to Tumblr

Although, I haven’t REALLY used Tumblr too much.

Hello, my name is Kaleb, it’s a pleasure to meet you all. I am looking to make some mutuals, and build friendships among the community!

I am a 21 year-old bisexual transman. No, that probably doesn’t matter to most, but that alone will filter out people who can’t respect me enough as a person.

I am Autistic, and I have ADHD, BPD, and Anxiety (general & social).

I have Ehlers-Danos Syndrome, and I’m in the tiring process of getting it properly diagnosed by a a healthcare professional, but unfortunately it is difficult to get people to listen to you, even though I had a physical therapist who could see my hypertension dilemma, as well having knock-knees, but it’s not “severe enough” for surgical intervention.

First and foremost, I am an occultist. Or, however I’m supposed to be labeled, I’m not one to really label all of the details of my practice. Death witch, necromancer, demonolater. I follow the left hand path and practice many variations of divination, which of course includes tarot, oracle, osteomancy or bone throwing, playing cards or cartomancy, and so on.

I have practiced “witchcraft” for about 6 years, and the same with reading tarot cards. For the first year or so, one of my best friends had mentored me—well, tried to at least. I was always off paving my own path.

I started working under Hades initially, soon followed by Persephone. I didn’t get into demonolatry and the left hand path until about 2 years ago, after my grandfather had passed away.

I am a devotee to Santa Muerte as well.

Deities I am actively devoted to and working with include:

Hades

Hekate

Asmodeus

Stolas

Glasya Labolas

Saturn

Qayin

Lilith

Those I have worked with, but aren’t fully involved in my practice currently include:

Azazel

Clauneck

Belial

King Paimon

Bael

Beelzebub

I am a full-time online college student. At the moment, I am working towards my associates in human services and a certificate for drug and alcohol counseling.

I love Psychology, and it is a special interest of mine. I enjoy learning about psychological disorders and the process of diagnosis.

I love horror movies and true crime documentaries.

I regularly talk to inmates or incarcerated individuals in prison.

I enjoy reading books, again, finally. Lately I’ve been reading many thrillers and [dark] romance, so primarily fiction. I love booktok, they always have good recommendations.

I am an artist. I know, shamed for being apart of the furry community. Growing up, I was always fascinated by the different OCs, and how people personalized their characteristics and personalities. It helped me connect with others during a time I didn’t have many people in my life, or friends.

I enjoy studying astrology, especially health, past-life, karmic, and shadows.

I am open to answering any questions to those who may be newer to practicing witchcraft, or those who might just be trying to learn more in a specific area or topic.

I am open to any questions in general really, guess I should clarify that.

#trans #transman #transgender #bi #bisexual #lgbt #lgbtq #lgbtqia #queer #autism #autistic #autistic adult #ADHD #bpd #borderline personality disorder #anxiety #social anxiety #EDS #Ehlers Danos #Ehlers Danos Syndrome #chronic pain #disability #disabled #hypermobility

#occult #occultist #occultism #spiritual #spirituality #demon #demons #demonolater #demonolatry #goetic #goetic demon #goetic demons #goetia #goetia demon #goetia demons #witch #witches #witchcraft #divination #tarot #oracle #tarotcards #oraclecards #LHP #left hand path #death witch #necromancy #necromancer #Qayin #Saturn #Hades #Hekate #Asmodeus #Stolas #Clauneck #Lilith #Azazel #Glasya Labolas #witchblr #Santa Muerte #Santisma #Santisma Muerte #Santa Muerte devotee #devoted to death

#college #college student #college students

#psychology

#horror #horror movies #horror fandom #true crime #true crime documentary #true crime documentaries

#book #books #book lover #booktok #book tok #dark romance #thriller #thriller books

#furry #furry fandom #furry community #furry art #furry artist

#astrology #astrologer

#AMA #Ask Me Anything

[foreststarflaime]

All 20 + the wildcard of “how much of a literature nerd are they” for Loki

( @izunias-meme-hole )

Oh boy you got it! Fun fun here we goooo

1- Favourites thing(s) about this character?

Genderqueer! Parent of fun horrors whom he loves dearly! Mischievous fun! Inspires devoted love in someone (Sigyn) despite being disliked and abandoned by the rest of the world! God of stories meta fun! Trickster with a good heart!

2- What song(s) remind you of this character?

The Poet and the Muse by Old Gods of Asgard! Banger song and changing fate vibes wrapped up in a spooky weird story

3- Do you like this character?

No. I LOVE HIMMMMM

4- Would you write about this character?

Absolutely I do need to don’t I

5- What do you not like about this character?

That media doesn’t often portray him with his kids 😔 also don’t like it as much when he’s portrayed as being too on the evil side, I like him to be sympathetic or at least to have a bit of nuance

6- Favourite thing this character has said?

I’ll go with comics Loki specifically for this one, also I’m cheating and treating an extended monologue as one ‘thing’

7- What do you like most about this character?

TRICKSTER TROPEEEEEEE

8- Do you think this character is underrated or overrated?

Hm idk. All versions of Loki deserve ALL the love and praise and attention. I think comics Loki is decently popular? He is…rated ig lol. Myth Loki tho? Underrated gem

9- What’s your favourite headcanon(s) for this character?

Oh I’m realizing I haven’t actually heard many other people’s headcanons about him. I’ll make one up rn instead hmmm…he plays a musical instrument of some kind, something nice and bard-y that can be sat with and played by a campfire. Guitar? Nonono wait LYRE he plays the lyre get it it’s perfect

10- Who do you like to ship with this character? (If you do of course) Is it another character from the cast or is it an OC?

I’ve never really shipped him with anyone tbh, buddy needs to get himself some friends who love him unconditionally so he has a support system before that happens. I volunteer

11- Who do you not like to ship with this character?

Uhhh hmm idk shipping slips my mind more often than not, I have to be reminded romance can exist lmao but yeah ig I don’t really like shipping marvel him with Sylvie. Or Verity, haven’t seen it but I’m sure people do, for the reasons listed above^ I do adore their friendship tho it is so special to me

12- Have you read any fics about this character? (if it’s not an OC)? Can you recommend anything good?

I HAVENT STILLLLL 😭😭😭 that said if anyone seeing this has one to recommend do share 👀

13- Contrary wise if it is an OC, what’s your favourite story with them in it you’ve written?

I still haven’t written for him either 😔 he is in my head constantly tho in many Scenarios they have just not reached the concrete stage

14- What outfit would you really like to see this character wear? Or what’s your favourite outfit of theirs?

Aoa Loki god of stories has always been my favorite look for him but if I had to change anything it would be to add more of the fur, give him some Genesis-level fancy boots, give him longer hair with maybe a little braid or two that he put in there fiddling with his hair while bored, and then unleash him upon the world

15- Favourite line of theirs?

I think this is a duplicate question so I’ll go with a different version of him now, how about Twilight of the Gods Loki? This scene destroyed me

16- What do you think would improve this character? Like, character-arc wise?

I am so so bad at criticism, uhhh in general let him have his kids and let him go a little quirky crazy while still being sympathetic

17- Have you ever had a crush on this character…?

Crush? No. Squish? Yeah. Gender envy? Absolutely all the time

18- What’s something you associate this character with? E.g. a certain colour, object or scenery?

Winter for sure. And campfires. Snowball fights

19- What would the show/book/movie be like if this character wasn’t present? (if it’s not an OC)

:((((( I WOULD CRY. AND IT WOULD HAVE THE LIGHT AND JOY TAKEN OUT OF IT

20- Contrary wise, if this character is an OC, how does their presence change the story?

HIS PRESENCE CATERS TO ME AND MAKES ME HAPPY :) also adds wonderful solace and acceptance and representation of people who like to be a little weird and end up outsiders

Wildcard- how much of a literature nerd are they?

Massive nerd. Literature anarchist, will say anything is literature and he’s right. If he was in a stuffy high literature class in some university he would write his term paper on a comic book or a video game or something, and he constantly references any type of storytelling medium. Can pull references and examples from random stories out of nowhere from the most obscure books/movies/video games/etc

[danpuff-ao3]

Snarry-a-Thon 2016

Snarry-a-Thon is an annual fest of Snarry goodness that always brings so much creativity and joy in the Snarry community. I am forever blown away by how much talent and passion Snarry-lovers have. With that in mind, I wanted to create some special recs for a fest near and dear to my heart.

With that, here are my Top 5 picks for the 2016 fest! But first...

Disclaimer: my rec lists are created based on my personal experiences and preferences. There are plenty of other stories and authors who are quite good and deserve just as much love. This is not meant to be an objective “best of the best” list, but the subjective opinion of a longtime reader and fangirl.

My Dinner With Harry

by cruisedirector & Dementordelta. Rated: T. Words: 7,495. Courtship. Travel. Romance.

Harry is so determined to wine and dine Snape that he's even willing to discuss sketchy potions with him.

Sins of the Past

by gin_tonic. Rated: M. Words: 6,486. Disturbing themes. Torture. Mystery.

Unspeakable Snape finds himself working a case where children are abducted and killed. To find the murderer—and quick—he resorts to recruiting Ex-Auror Harry. They need to hurry or the next child will be found dead.

In This Room of White

by hpstrangelove. Rated: E. Words: 2,305. Dubious consent. Caning. Psychological trauma. Torture.

“I told you you’d be begging me for more. You crave this, Harry, this punishment, this pain. It gives you pleasure because you know it’s what you deserve, it’s the price you must pay for continuing to live, when so many others have died.”

Falling in Love is Like the Spring

by Necromanticnoir (@necromanticnoir). Rated: E. Words: 25,853. Muggle AU. Amputation. Car accidents. Attempted rape/non-con.

To his horror, Harry receives a letter of undying love and devotion from Snape. Before he can reply, he learns that Snape has been gravely injured. Out of duty, he helps Snape recover - and, in doing so, falls in love in return.

The Chaos of His Stars

by Writcraft (@writcraft). Rated: E. Words: 12,875. Hurt/comfort. Fluff & angst.

When Severus Snape wakes from an injury sustained during an attack on the Ministry, he’s surprised to find Harry Potter by his bedside. Harry Potter, who he’s been dreaming about for the last three months and he’s loved in secret for longer than he cares to remember.

Snarry-a-Thon 2016 Masterlist

[nervous-catboy]

Talking About the Evil Within

This is very long because I have a lot of emotions wrapped up.

The fact that for the first time in years the Evil Within is trending on twitter because so many people are talking about the game, posting media, and talking about how they wanted the 3rd game so badly. The fanbase has risen from the dead because of Tango getting shut down. I have been crying about this most of the day because so much of my life was devoted to that series. The reason I was writing or drawing was because of the Evil Within. Its my comfort game, my special interest. It has everything to me for the last 10 years. Waiting for any announcement on a 3rd game or even a remake of 1 was the only gaming news I could remotely get excited about. And now that hope and that excitement is gone. I am completely heartbroken. The Evil Within is the reason why I love horror games. Its why I love Resident Evil and Silent Hill. I would not be who I am now without it. Fuck, I have multiple Evil Within tattoos and plan on getting more because it has meant so much to me. I am so happy to see so many people talking about it but completely heartbroken over the reason for it. It was a masterpiece of a game and now because so many people are talking about it, we can only now hope that Microsoft will for once listen to their audience, and will bring back Tango and will bring back the Evil Within. But I doubt it. I'm probably never going to get my hopes up about a game ever again. I'm never going to have such a massive attachment to another game. That game is literally my world and it has been for 10 years. I will always remember the first time I saw it and the first time I played it. It will always be extremely important to me. I feel betrayed almost that after so long we will never have a continuation like we deserved.

[chaliceandthorns]

introduction post

hello tumblr! this blog's purpose is threefold: to document my path into folk catholicism, to acquire references and learn new things regarding the practice, and to (with any luck!) find community and likeminded folks. with that being said, i am more than happy to connect with folks who believe differently than me (in fact, it has always been one of my favorite things), as long as these key tenets are respected:

this blog is LGBTQ+ friendly, pro-choice, pro-palestine, anti-racist, anti-zionist.

about me

name: marie-therese. this is not my real name, but the name i have chosen to go by for spiritual purposes online :)

pronouns: she/her

age: 28

location: USA (EST time zone)

background: i was raised non-denominationally christian until i was about 10 years old, when i was enrolled in catholic school and converted my entire family to catholicism. no kidding.

i loved being catholic, but as i got older i believed in god less and less. i began identifying as an atheist at about 14 years of age, and the rise of christian nationalism over the subsequent years pushed me even further away from my faith background. i only began reconsidering this within the past year or so.

what do i believe?: i don't know where i stand on the existence of god. i don't know how literally to interpret the bible. i don't know whether jesus is just a man, or divine, or a moral example. i do know that i have a special connection to catholicism and the mother mary in particular, and i consider her my spiritual guide. i do not feel comfortable participating in the traditional church bearing all of this in mind, so i am leaning into folk catholicism to reclaim my background.

spiritual interests: marian devotion, the saints (in particular st. cecilia, st. joan of arc, st. therese of lisieux, and st. francis of assisi), astrology, and many others that i have not exactly honed yet :)

other interests: reading, writing, simming (sims 2 please!), comic books, horror films, history (particularly early modern european history), historical costuming, thrifting/antiquing, traveling (when i get the chance), museums