#the shoe is there in spirit tho lol

[not-xpr-art]

fragments of two - digital drawing ~

(06/2024)

it was only a matter of time before i ended up doing some inside no 9 fanart huh? anyway this is dedicated to my favourite (atm) episode of the show, 'diddle diddle dumpling'

[thaleleah]

𝓛𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓝𝓾𝓷, 𝓡𝓾𝓷!

Pairing: Dark!Vampire!Coriolanus x Fem!Nun!Reader

Warnings: ***NON-CON***, Dub-Con, Dark!Coriolanus, Vampire!Coriolanus, Evil!Coriolanus, Nun!Reader, Virgin!Reader, P in V, Oral (male receiving), Throat Fucking, Creampie, Slight Breath Play, Slight Bondage, Predator/Prey Kink, Fear Kink (?), Blood, Biting, Branding (he carves his initials into her skin), Burning (she burns him with a cross), Dirty Talk, Humiliation/Name Calling (ex: whore, slut, cocksleeve), Corruption Kink, Murder, Death/Dead bodies on screen, Talk about bodily injuries/gore (ex: throat ripped out, breaking bones, scratching hard enough to bleed, burning skin, carving initials into skin), A lot of praying, Author probs going to hell cause this is her second fic about a nun being fucked/noncon-ed

Word Count: 10.9K

A/N: Inspired by this ask because it asked me my thoughts on Vampire!Coryo and clearly i have many.

A/N 2: Coryo might be a little OOC cause I'm not used to writing him yet and this is a different setting than TBOSAS soooo you've been warned lol. I tried tho!

Summary: Something evil has taken over the halls of the convent. Your Sisters are dying, their screams ringing in your ears as they cry and plead, begging God for mercy that He can't provide. One by one they're killed by the devil with sharp teeth and an even sharper tongue. He's coming for you next and you have nowhere to hide when he comes for your soul.

At first you think you’re dreaming it - the screaming, the cries, the pleas for mercy.

They cut through the fog of sleep, a sharp knife piercing through the veil of dreams that were too mundane to be of importance for your brain to remember. Or maybe you weren’t dreaming at all, enjoying the stillness that comes with the night and the only other moment of true peace that can be found to just be one with God and His glory outside of active prayer. 

Panic rips through you, your body tensing and jerking awake in the same way that you jerk awake from a dream where you fall from a great height. Tossing the blanket off, you scramble off the bed, the old wood creaking under the abrupt shift in weight as your bare feet find the floor. The screaming is relentless, the sound laced with unfounded terror and you stare at the door of your room in horror, looking at it but not really seeing it as much as trying to see through it as if you could see what was causing such a reaction from here. 

The screams sound like they’re far, loud enough to carry through the convent but far enough that you can guess they’re coming from the other set of dormitories all the way across the building. You’re frozen in your spot, eyes wide as you hear the screams rip through the usual quiet of the convent. It's well into the night and the Grand Silence had begun to be observed since its marker of evening prayer. It’s a time for quiet - personal reflection, rest, and prayer until its conclusion at sunrise beginning with morning prayer. Sound hasn’t been uttered in these halls during this time in all the years you have been positioned here, and certainly not this kind of sound - the terrified screams, the desperate cries.

Something horrible is happening here. Your Sisters are in trouble.

A scream almost rips from your own throat when your door swings open, but the familiar sight of Sister Agnes keeps the sound at bay. Her face is ashen, fear striking her normally good-spirited features as she quickly closes the door shut behind her. 

“Sister,” You speak, voice low and shaky. “What’s happening?”

“A devil is here,” She says, frantically. “A demon. Here to kill and torture and corrupt us all to Hell.”

“What?!”

“Sister, please!” She rushes to the chair housing your habit and yanks it off the backrest, pressing it into your chest. “Please, hurry! We must leave!”

You fumble with your habit, jerking it over your undertunic and doing your best to fit your veil on your head as you slip your bare feet into your shoes. A devil here in the house of the Lord? How is this possible? The land here is holy, consecrated under God’s divine power and kept active by His devote servants that serve here. No evil power should be able to enter. And yet, the screams you are hearing are proof that it is possible - that evil has indeed entered this sacred place and is tainting the very place you’ve felt God’s presence the most. 

The only place you’ve ever felt truly safe. 

Sister Agnes opens the door when you scramble to her side. It’s dark in the hallway, only the dim emergency lights along the walls allow you any sort of visibility in the otherwise black of the hall. Whatever it is must have cut the power before beginning its attack. Her hand reaches out to clasp yours and you allow it gratefully, squeezing her fingers with yours to keep her close as if she could be ripped away from you at any second. 

“Where is it?” You whisper. It’s in the opposite wing, you know that. Sister Anges’s room is on the other side of the convent as yours. She would have had to run across the building to come warn you of the breach. 

“Sister Agatha has fallen,” She whispers back and you suck in a deep breath of sorrow. “He came so quietly, made no sound. The front door is still locked shut, all the windows intact, I don’t know how–” She cuts herself off and continues to drag you down the hallway. Her voice is thick with tears. “He came for me next, lunged at me. Sister Theresa saved my life. She’s gone too, God bless her soul.”

You heard the screams and still, the news of your Sister’s gruesome deaths shocks you to your core. Sister Theresa was your mentor here during your first year at the convent, and Sister Agatha had only freshly said her vows. They’re gone - lives ripped away from them in a matter of minutes by a devil with no soul.  

Sister Agnes leads you through the halls towards the main entryway. You peek into rooms as you pass them, eyes frantic and head on a swivel for any movement that’s not friendly. Sister Ruth and Sister Sophia’s doors are already open as you and Sister Agnes scramble down the hall. You hope that means that they’ve already gotten out and gotten to safety. There are periods of silence where the screams are cut to a halt, a result of their owner being mercilessly ripped from this world before their time. You feel hopeless as you run through the convent towards the exit. It feels like abandoning God and the beautiful place that He’s guided His followers to build. It feels wrong that there’s nothing you can do to stop it. It feels like failure. 

The entry area has a little more light, emergency lights flickering slightly but still on as you take in the scene in front of you. There’s blood on the floor, the stream of it flowing and making its way into the grout between the tiles, following the line of it as it copies the pattern. There’s blood, but no body - although the smearing line leading to the kitchen just off the entryway is story enough to know what happened. One of your Sisters was dragged away just feet from the door.

The door itself is still closed. Locked. You wonder if anyone has actually made it out yet. 

Sister Agnes freezes at the sight of the blood like you do, her hand tightening even more around yours as she lets out a sobbing gasp. 

“Lord, have mercy,” She whimpers. 

“Come on,” You say, pulling her. “Hurry,”

You take a step, urging you both towards the door, and then you’re being shoved forward instead. Sister Agnes’s body flies forward, her hand still locked onto yours dragging your body with her as she’s tackled to the floor. You fall to your knees next to her, directly next to the Vampire straddling her hips, his hand spanning the entire length of her face as he pushes her head back against the bloody tile. Your scream matches Sister Agnes’s as he tears into her throat. Her screams of terror pierce your heart just as deeply as his teeth pierce her flesh. You can’t see his face as he digs it into the crook of her neck, but you can see hers - can see the panic in her eyes as they flick around but never actually catching on anything, can see how her mouth opens and closes with a mixture of terrible screams until those screams turn raspy and then silent altogether as he drains her. 

Her hand is still on yours like a vice grip and you’re sorry, so so sorry, but it's too late for her. Sister Agnes is still here, still in the world of the living, still moving and silently screaming but you know she’s as good as dead. You’re going to die too if you don’t do something. Tears race down your cheeks as you try to pull your hand from hers, your vision blurring the more you panic when you can’t free yourself. 

The monster reaches out, not bothering to stop drinking as his hand wraps around Sister Agnes’s wrist. Bile rises in your throat when you hear the sickening crunch of her bones splintering under the increasing pressure of his hold. They shatter like glass, the cracking sounds embedding themselves in your memory, but her shattered wrist forces her hand to loosen around your own and with another desperate tug you’re able to free yourself from her dying grasp. 

You scramble up onto your feet and watch as the last remains of consciousness drain from Sister Agnes’s eyes. She was your best friend. 

The Vampire is directly between you and the door. You can’t do it. If you try to make a break for the exit, he would catch you for sure before you even made it past the door frame. And even if you were to make it outside, it’s still dark out, the sun still hours from being overhead in any way that could possibly keep you safe from an undead demon of darkness. You make a split decision and turn to run the opposite way instead, deeper into the convent. 

This time you do scream when you run into another body. Sister Sophia, pale face made even more pale by the lack of blood in her body, lays discarded on the ground at the beginning of the hallway. Her veil is pulled halfway off her head and her blonde hair is stained with blood. She hasn’t just been drained - her entire throat has been ripped out. 

“Sister y/n!” A voice hisses and your attention is called to just further down the hall where Sister Ruth crouches beside another body, her hand resting gently on their forehead. You run towards her, chancing a glance behind you to make sure the Vampire isn’t stalking his way down the hall yet and you see that the second body is Sister Runa. Perhaps he was more gentle with her, she looks like she’s just sleeping except for the red stained white collar at her throat.

“We have to go,” She says, pulling her hand from Sister Runa’s forehead. She grabs your arm, pulling you down the hallway. She doesn’t need to pull you, you’re already running as fast as your legs can carry you, and yet somehow she’s still pulling you - urging you to run faster, hustle harder. Your life is at stake, y/n. Run! “We can lock ourselves in the Chapel! Pray to God and beg Him for–”

Sister Ruth doesn’t catch the flash of movement on her right, the dark silhouette of the man crouched on the shoulders of the statue of the Virgin Mary. He leans out into the fluorescent lights of the hall, blond curly hair and equally as curled grin already matted in red to show the evil he’s already done. You don’t have time to think about how he got there, how impossible it is that he’s in front of you right now when he should be coming from behind you. He’s quick as lightning as he jumps from his perch on the statue and grabs Sister Ruth, pulling her towards him so her back is pressed against his front and he’s trapped her arms against her own chest. The flash of fangs is all you see before he buries them in her neck. She screams when he bites her. Her eyes squeeze shut as she wails, but your eyes never leave her. You can’t look away, can’t think, can’t move.

He’s drinking from her but he’s looking at you, inhuman blue eyes swirling into black like ink as they bore into you like a predator watching his next prey. He growls against her neck, a possessive and cruel sound that almost sounds more like a laugh than anything else, and the sound of it makes a fresh sob bubble in your throat. 

“Sister y/n,” Sister Ruth rasps, and your eyes snap away from his and back to hers. Her eyes are hooded now, body quickly losing color from blood loss and her voice, once beautiful and rich, by far the best singer at the convent, sounds like sandpaper. “Run,”

You don’t hesitate. For her sake, and for yours, you do.

Your Sisters are all dead. 

Sister Theresa.

Sister Agnes.

Your shoes smack against the white and gold tile of the floor, the colors interwoven together beautifully to look like marble. Most days you like to admire it on your walk to the Chapel for morning prayer, a beautiful detail created with the utmost love in honor of God and the place He can call His house. 

It’s not morning yet, and the beautiful marble of the tile is splattered in bright red.

Sister Agatha.

Sister Runa. 

The smack of your shoes against the tile is louder still as you run faster, the echo of your sob drowning out the thick clacks of your heel as the sound bounces off the arched walls of the hallway. 

Sister Sophia.

Sister Ruth. 

You want to help her, find some way to save her. 

You can’t even save yourself. 

A devil has taken over a House of the Lord, an evil spirit in his undead body roaming the world in the cover night with sharp teeth and wicked eyes that gleam in the darkness right before he pounces and sinks his teeth into his prey. You’ve heard of Vampires before - Mother Superior had drilled their existence into your head no matter how impossible it seemed that they could be real. 

“If God is real, child, what makes you think demons are not as well,” 

Children of God reduced to prey by ones who were also once held in His holy cradle, now desecrating His love by trading their souls to the Devil in exchange for immortality. Forced to take another’s life just to sustain their own and relishing in that need anyway, finding joy and satisfaction in the hunt and the torment they cause once they’ve caught you. 

You need to move, need to get to the Chapel. It’s the only place you have a chance at being safe.

You keep running, sprinting for the Chapel. Seeing the tall ornate door frame to the Chapel feels like the first moment you saw it all over again. Four years ago when you first took your vows, seeing the intricate carvings in the wood of the frame felt like a blessing being bestowed on you. It was the entrance to a place that was holy, filled and overwhelmed with God’s presence, a sanctuary and place of eternal safety for you for the rest of your days. 

Now it's the only hope of sanctuary you have. You try not to think of the irony that the rest of your days have come this soon. 

An agonized sob wretches from your chest when you see her. Mother Superior - your mentor, your confidant, the woman who took you under her wing when you were lost in this world and had nothing, the woman who taught you how to be someone worthy of the title Sister. You love your Sisters, the people who you consider family in both the spiritual and the physical. Sister Agnes - your best friend. But seeing Mother Superior’s mangled body feels like the stab of a knife directly to your heart. 

She’s slumped against the thick wood of the doorway, white coif ripped and stained a brutal red. Her head is tilted to the side, exposed neck muddled with the matching red on her coif and adorned with twin puncture wounds. The punctures are still bleeding, but Mother Superior is no longer alive to notice. 

“I’m so sorry,” You cry. You kneel down beside her and bless yourself with the sign of the cross on her behalf. “May God be with you and keep you safe in your journey to Him,”

You can’t delay anymore. Sister Ruth has told you what to do and Mother Superior would have told you the same. You cross the threshold into the Chapel and close the doors behind you. They’re large and heavy and hard to push shut, but the adrenaline coursing through your body is very helpful in making a usually two person task doable for just one. 

“So do not fear, for I am with you,” You recite as you push the doors. “Do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you,” You grunt as you pull the thick board down from the side, it thuds into place, hefty and sturdy as it locks the two doors together. You wonder if it was built to protect in a time like this. “And help you; I will uphold you with My righteous right hand.”

Deep breath. Just breathe. 

Breathe and pray and hope for mercy.

You turn around intent on going to kneel in front of the altar but a flash of green tossed along the edge of a pew catches your attention. Horror floods your body once again as you recognize it for what it is - Father Gregory’s stole. And you can see it from here, the smattering of blood along the edge and you know that Father Gregory, the poor devout priest who was only meant to be here for one single day, acting as the active voice of God to hear the burdens of you and your fellow Sisters and free you from your sins, has also succumbed to the devil stalking these hallowed halls. 

You rush down the aisle and throw yourself in front of the altar, knees pressing into the hard tile as you clasp your hands together. 

Prayer is all that can help you now.

Your words of praise are muddled with desperate pleas for mercy. The stained glass along the walls of the Chapel are usually beaming bright and beautiful with light, but the dark of night doesn’t reflect the color and only the dim emergency lights of the dying Chapel overheads is all you have to keep you from seeing demon shadows of movement where there is none. 

“Our Father, who art in Heaven,

Hallowed be Thy name,

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done,

On earth as it is in Heaven,”

You jump, a sobbing gasp mingling with the rushed words of your praying as a loud bang of a body being thrown into the thick doors echoes loudly through the Chapel. 

“Little nun, little nun, let me in,” 

“Give us this day our daily bread,” Another bang tears through the Chapel and your body jumps again with the sound, but your praying doesn’t stop. 

“Forgive us our tresspasses,” BANG. 

“As we forgive those who trespass against us,” BANG.

“And lead us not,” BANG. “Into temptation,” BANG.

You can hear the wood splintering as he throws his body against the doors, and you can’t keep from shaking, tears pricking at your eyes and racing down your cheeks as they slide over the curve of your jaw.

“But deliver us from evil,”

BANG. 

“Deliver us from evil,”

“I smell you, little nun!”

BANG. 

“Lord, please deliver me from this evil!” You sob. 

And it’s at that moment that the doors break open. 

The sound of the doors giving way under his force feels like a gunshot straight to your heart. He’s inside - demonic monster, killer - breaking down the final form of defense you have as if it was nothing under the inhuman power of his undead body. You can’t turn around, forcing yourself to stay facing forward as you sob out line after line of prayer, your panicked praise and pleas for mercy echoing through the high arches of the Chapel. 

A loud whistle rips through the Chapel as if someone is pretending to be impressed and even though you can’t hear his footsteps, his shoes making no sound on the floor as he walks with the ease and stealth of a predator, you know he’s getting closer - can feel the way the air shifts around you as he nears. Your brain is screaming at you to turn around, to try to run and protect yourself at any cost, but you can’t bring yourself to turn and watch as your ruin approaches you. 

“Well, well, look at what we have here,” He coos. “The lone survivor.”

He sounds like he’s all the way across the Chapel and somehow speaking directly in your ear all at once, his voice carrying through the holy place like his is the only voice it should ever amplify instead of the Lord’s words, and for a horrifying moment you wonder if that means this place is no longer holy. 

“Our final tribute,” Closer and closer, steps silent as he stalks nearer but you can hear how his nails, sharp pointed and lethal, designed for cruelty, tear against the wood of the sides of the pews as he passes by, dealing destruction in his wake. You jump when he’s suddenly upon you, crouching behind you and his hand slaps against your forehead, forcing your head back as he growls in your ear. “God’s last whore.”

“Our Father,” You whimper, tears blurring your vision as you crane your neck back against his hand, and all you can do from this position is look at the large statue of Jesus pinned on the cross displayed high on the wall across from you. “Who art in Heaven.”

“Do you really think there’s a Heaven?” His voice is low in your ear, soft and smooth, deceptively charming despite the chilling undercurrent and the way it sends shivers down your spine. “Is that where you think all your fellow nuns went? Do you think they’re happy up there? With your God, safe and sound and free of fear, pain? Do you think they’re waiting for you now? With open arms and waiting for you to join them in - what is it? Everlasting peace? A paradise, right?”

He nuzzles his face against the side of your head and you can feel the sharp grin against your temple. Your heart is pounding in your chest, the erratic thumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthumpthump so intense that you can feel it in your throat, and you accidentally skip a few lines in your prayer. You stutter to correct, your words twisting over themselves as you struggle to find your place, and although his laugh is just a quiet chuckle pressed against the panicked sweat of your temple, it rings through your ears like the cruel, evil sound it is. 

“Guess what,” He whispers, cold lips brushing against your cheek. “They’re not. They’re in Hell getting fucked by demons for the rest of eternity. And they love it.”

A sob rips from your throat, terrible terrible images of your Sisters being forced on their backs or on their knees by soulless demons invading your mind, their screams of terror from earlier tonight echoing in your brain like a relentless loop. That can’t be true - it can’t be. God protects the souls of His children. He wouldn’t allow His faithful daughters to be subjected to such a fate. Sister Agnes, Sister Ruth - they have to be okay. They’re safe with Him. They have to be. 

But still, you pray anyway, finding the will despite your distress to change your prayer just for a moment to one specifically asking for His guidance for the recently departed. It’s short, just a few lines - eternal rest for the wandering souls, perpetual light shining upon them so that they don’t get lost or fall in darkness. Mercy and peace, a relief from pain and fear. 

Amen. 

He lets go of your forehead, shoving the back of your head roughly so you jerk forward. You catch yourself with one hand, breathing heavily as your ears strain to listen for him shifting behind you. You know he’s still there, can feel his looming presence even though he’s not touching you anymore, but he’s as silent as a ghost. You kneel up again, back straight as you look forward towards the cross on the altar. For a moment, nothing happens - the stillness is almost more nerve wracking than the actual monster somewhere around you. 

You gasp when your veil is flicked over your shoulder and the back of your habit and undertunic is ripped open from the nape of your neck all the way to the small of your back. The sound of tearing cloth echoes through the Chapel, reverberating off the walls and amplifying in your ears the same way the singing voices of your Sisters once did. Your back and the curve of your left shoulder are left vulnerably exposed as he pulls the material a little to the side. His sharp nails drag down the length of your back, goosebumps raising on your skin. They’re as light as they can be as they scratch down, the sharp pointed tips like daggers grazing over your flesh as you whimper out the beginnings of another Our Father. Your hands lace together in front of you, the long chain of the cross necklace looped around your neck twisting through your fingers as you cling to the cross in your hands. Then they’re back at your shoulder, digging in harder now as the tips of his nails cut into your skin. You scream as he rakes his nails down your back, pain stinging from the open wounds in the shape of claw marks and you pitch forward, only just barely staying upright on your knees as you squeeze your hands together tighter in front of you. 

You know you’re bleeding, can feel the tickling as the blood trails from the burning scratch lines on your back and you squeeze your eyes shut when you feel his tongue against your shoulder blade, licking up the dripping red. 

“Thy kingdom come, thy will be done,” You recite through gritted teeth. “On earth as it is in Heaven,”

He hums, sharp teeth nipping your skin as he licks over the stinging cuts. 

“You know,” He says, voice gravelly. “Out of everyone I’ve drank from tonight, your blood is the sweetest.” His hands curl around the tops of your arms, pressing in and holding you still as he nudges his face into the exposed crook of your neck. 

You try to keep praying, the familiar words should be burned in your memory, able to be recited without a single thought, but you’re not even sure if you’re saying actual words now. Everything just sounds like gibberish, words garbled and twisted with panic and you know that your time here on earth has come to an end. The tips of his canines scrape against the delicate skin of your neck, teasing your death as you hold your breath waiting for him to bite down and end your night of torment. 

“Let’s see if it’s better straight from the source,” 

His teeth slice into you, piercing where your neck meets your shoulder. Your scream cuts off your maybe prayer, your eyes widening but unseeing as your hands abandon their humble position to claw at his own as he pins you still by your arms. It’s painful, so painful you feel like you're burning up from the inside, your blood turning into fire in your own veins as he drinks it from your body like his own personal wine. And then something changes, a blanket of coldness wrapping around your body as you wheeze out a worthless plea that you know he hears but chooses to ignore. The fire in your veins calms into a warming hearth, contrasting with the cold of the rest of your body in a way that feels almost trance-like. There’s a pressure building in your belly, a heat that has nothing to do with the blood being drained from your veins and everything to do with something you hadn’t felt even years before you took your vows. 

No, no, no, you silently plead, but you can’t ignore the realization of what he’s forcing you to feel when the dull throbbing starts up between your thighs. 

His hands leave your arms, wrapping around your body as he pulls you closer to him. One of them gropes the curve of your breast, squeezing it in his palm, and he growls against your throat when your hands automatically shoot up to try to yank his away. His fingers curl around the neckline of your habit and he yanks it down roughly until the ripped top of your uniform sits around your waist. The Chapel had always felt warm before, filled with God’s presence and the certainty of safety, but now its cold, chilling air warring with the already contrasting temperatures of your body as it brushes over your bare chest. Your nipples harden, chest heaving as your vision blurs, dark spots stealing any clearness of sight as the devil behind you continues to drink from your reluctant body. The cross of your necklace hangs low against your sternum, the silver chain traveling between your breasts. The sleeves of your habit are still halfway up your arms, the neckline wrapping around your elbows and partially pinning your arms to your sides. 

He doesn’t even have to hold you still anymore. You can’t muster up enough strength to try to push him away. 

The throbbing between your legs only intensifies the longer he drinks and you can feel the wetness pooling in your underwear, damning and horrible even though it's making your body feel so so good. Your head spins, dizzy and euphoric, and you’re trying to pray - trying so hard to remember the words you’re supposed to say - but all that leaves your mouth is a weak moan when he finally decides to pull his teeth from your neck. 

You collapse on your hands, your arms barely strong enough to hold you up as you gasp for air. The bite mark on your neck is sore, the throbbing focal point of what he’s done to you matching the pulsing between your legs. His feet do make sound this time as he walks around your crumpled body, the heel of his dark leather dress shoes purposefully clanking against the floor as he steps in front of you. You peek up, eyes still a little blurred and unfocused as they travel up his nicely pressed pant legs, somehow only slightly wrinkled despite all the chaos he’s caused tonight. You freeze when you get to the bulge, bumping the material out as it starts to swell under the fabric. The sight of it makes the panic once again come to the forefront of your mind and you frantically try to scramble back, away from the man, devil, creature in front of you but he grips your jaw in a tight grasp, keeping you still and on your knees at his feet. 

His hold on your face is painful, strong fingers digging into the hinges of your jaw and forcing your lips to pucker slightly under the pressure. His sharp nails cut into your cheeks as he pries your face upwards, and then finally - you see him. 

You had seen him briefly before he attacked Sister Ruth, but how he actually looked hadn’t registered into your terrified brain. He’s a monster, a killer - spawn of the Devil - you expect him to be grotesque, as horrible on the outside as his soul is on the inside. The things he’s done, the lives he’s stolen, how he tortured and murdered your Sisters in their own safe haven - a House of the Lord no less - he should be as demonic looking as his actions. You expect a mouthful of sinister teeth, pointed with multiple rows meant to pierce and rip and drain their victims. You expect red eyes the exact same color as the blood he’s stolen from unwilling veins. He should look evil, skin grey and dead to match the lack of life in his own body, but the man in front of you is none of those things. 

He’s beautiful, devastatingly handsome like you believe Lucifer was when he was cast from Heaven. His blond hair is unruly, part of it still slicked back in what looked like a professional and put together style meant to tame the wild curls that are pushing through the gelled barrier. Some of those curls spring up on his head, falling along his forehead and reaching towards his eyes - eyes that are inhumanly blue, the iris swirling like living color as the black of his pupils bleed into the cerulean ring. His mouth is red, painted fresh with your blood, and his chin down to his neck is stained with that of your Sister’s, some of the remnants of splattered carnage soaked into the collar of his button down shirt. 

Your voice fails you, trapped in your throat as he grins. His prominent fangs bite into his lower lip mimicking the way his nails dig into your cheeks. Your lips form the words despite the lack of sound, starting the prayer again in the only way you can. He watches as your mouth struggles to form the shapes despite the pressure on your jaw, the thick lashes framing his inhuman eyes lowering as his features shift into a look of feigned pity. 

“I don’t think He’s listening to you. Your God,” He pouts. “Seems He’s abandoned you.”

It’s not true. It’s not true. It’s not true. It’s not true. The words echo like a mantra in your mind. God wouldn’t abandon you. He’s here, His presence is all around you. He’s protecting you, protecting your soul in a way He can’t protect your physical body. He’s with you now, ready to help shoulder the burden and trauma that the Devil is forcing in your path. The words of your prayer push forth, desperation giving a voice to your paralyzed vocal cords, and you know He’s here - He is, He is, He is…

…but you can’t feel Him. All you can feel around you is the unsettling, overwhelming, panic stricken presence of him. 

“But I’m here,” He purrs. His fingers slide across your cheeks as he moves to grip your chin instead, his thumb caressing your moving lips. “You should pray to me instead. Go on, little nun. Pray to the great Coriolanus Snow. Beg me to show you mercy.”

Fresh tears race down your cheeks when he shoves his thumb inside your mouth, the pad of it pressing down on your tongue and muffling your prayer. You fight back a sob and keep it going anyway despite the intrusion in your mouth. But when you look back into his eyes, your own eyes wet and glossy and red rimmed with eyelashes clumping together, all you see in those orbs of swirling blue and black is evil unbridled lust. 

Your heart stops when his free hand goes to the waistband of his pants. He undoes the button, shimmying his hips as he pushes them down his thighs just enough to free the thick bulge inside them. Your eyes drop down, locking onto the sight in front of you as he pulls himself free. He’s hard in his palm, thick girth filling his hand as it juts out at you, the pink tip of it already starting to glisten with wetness at the top in the dim lighting of the Chapel. He has no blood in his undead body, none other than what he’s stolen from you and your Sisters tonight. You wonder if that’s what’s helping to fill his cock right now. 

He pulls his thumb from your mouth and his hand leaves your face for one brief moment of relief before it latches itself to the top of your head. With a sharp tug, he yanks your veil from your head, a few strands of hair falling victim to the pull as they tear from your scalp. You screech, veil fluttering uselessly to the Chapel floor, but the screech and any hope you have at determinately continuing your prayer is cut off when he fists your unbound hair around his fingers and shoves his stolen blood filled cock in your mouth. 

Your hands automatically fly up to push against his thighs, desperately trying to push him away, but his hold is unrelenting as he pushes his hips further against your face. Frantic cries burst from your vocal cords, the hefty weight of his cock on your tongue is hot and overwhelming as it presses against the back of your throat, the threat of what he could do if he just pushed a little further is clear without him even having to say a word. 

“Don’t bite,” He teases, cruel laugh bouncing off the Chapel walls. “That’s my job.”

He drags your mouth along his length, pulling you almost all the way off until just the tip remains nestled against the flat of your tongue before sliding you back down, inch by inch invading your mouth and filling it up until you feel like you can’t breathe. Your nails dig into his legs, your own thighs spreading apart subconsciously in an effort to steady yourself as he drags you back and forth along this cock. The pulsing in your most intimate areas doesn’t stop as he degrades your mouth, embarrassment and shame flooding your body as he uses you to further desecrate this holy place in even worse ways than he already has. 

The taste of him clouds your brain, the wetness of your own saliva mixing with the salty taste spilling from his swollen tip and your body tenses as you gag around him, core spasming as more shame soaks into your already drenched underwear. Your heart pounds, blood rushing in your ears so much it starts to sound like you’re underwater, and you know he can hear the adrenaline rushed track of your heart the same way you can hear its song in your ears. You wonder what he’s more focused on right now as he takes your mouth, eyes closed and head tipping back towards the ceiling: how your mouth feels wrapped around him, or how the blood he has yet to steal from you sounds still rushing through your veins. 

The cool metal of your necklace draws your attention to the cross resting against your sternum. It suddenly feels heavy and cold against your flushed chest and you know that this is it - this is God reminding you of His presence with you. This is Him showing you that He has not left you all alone with a monster. Blindly, you reach for the pendant, feeling the reassuring press of the protruding arms of the cross bite into your palm as you squeeze your fist around it. Without another thought, you press it to his thigh. 

The reaction is immediate - heat swells under your hand, the metal of the cross burning like an iron as it fries through the neatly pressed material of his pants. It doesn’t burn you, the heat radiating against your palm is nothing more than a pleasant warmth against your hand. But it burns into Coriolanus’s skin, the holy figurine scorching his thigh and branding his pale skin with the bright red righteous mark of your Lord. He grunts out in pain, teeth grinding together as his head falls forward again, those inhuman eyes locked on you as you still choke around him. 

You expect him to be angry, to push you away and end your torment, even if it comes at the cost of your life. But your heart sinks when you see the twisted grin pull at his red mouth. 

“Trying to leave your mark on me, Sister?” He asks. To your absolute horror, he makes no move to smack the cross away, letting it scorch and smoke against his burning skin. “You can mark me up however you want. I’ll mark you right back. Try harder.”

You whimper as he fists both his hands in your hair, one on either side to keep you completely still. He rocks into your mouth, using you as his own personal toy instead of forcing you to move on him, and any regard he might have had for you before is gone - burnt away and up in smoke like the skin on his upper thigh. He shows no mercy as he pounds his hips against your face, making you take him deeper and deeper into your mouth until you’re gagging in earnest, choking and sputtering wet horrible sounds as thick strands of saliva drip from your mouth and his cock as he urges himself past the point that he had previously decided was good enough until he’s sheathed in your throat as far as he can get himself. 

“Look at you,” He laughs. “This isn’t your first time taking a cock down your throat, is it? You’ve done this before, I can tell. What a little professional you are.”

You want to shout no! No it's not true! Humiliation tearing your heart apart as he laughs in your face. It’s not true, it's not true. You’ve never taken a man in your mouth before. You’ve never had anyone before in any capacity. You’ve stayed pure your entire life, untouched by man and the temptations of the Devil. But the devil in front of you mocks you, violating you in the most intimate way he can, turning your own body against you as the part between your legs begs for attention that it's never truly wanted before he forced you to feel it, even as your brain screams at you to fight back all you can. 

The cross falls back in its place between your breasts as your hands fly up to claw at his own, your fingers trying to pry his grip from your hair as he thrusts faster, harder, deeper into your mouth and throat. He laughs as you struggle, crying and whimpering and gagging around his cock as he calls you every name that you know you’re not, but can’t defend yourself against. 

Whore. Slut. God’s prostitute. Jezebel. 

The air hurts as it reaches your lungs when he finally lets go of you. You cough and sputter, greedily gulping in heaving breaths of oxygen as tears and drool slide down your heated face. Your hands press against the floor as you gasp, desperately grasping at the tile as you fight to breathe. Coriolanus lets you, leisurely walking around you as though he has all the time in the world. It feels as though hours have passed since you’ve been trapped in this living nightmare, but outside beyond the beautiful stained glass windows, there’s still only darkness.

Brutal fingers grip the back of your neck, the tips digging into the sore puncture marks on the side of your throat. The ruthless press of his fingers at your bite mark sends a horrible pang of unwanted pleasure straight into the pit of your stomach, and you know it should hurt, should burn and make you scream from the pain of it all - and it does hurt, but it shouldn’t hurt like this. 

His mouth is at your ear again as he growls, “You want to pray to your God? Go on then. Bend down and pray,”

He shoves you down, his grip on the back of your neck keeping your upper body pinned as your cheek digs into the cold flooring. Any air that you were able to take in suddenly feels like it's stuck in your lungs when his free hand slides up the curve of your backside. He drags the bottom of your tunic with it, trailing it up and up and up until it sits bunched around your waist alongside the ripped neckline of your habit. You feel as vulnerable as you’ve ever felt - exposed and on display for eyes that should never be able to see these parts of you. Your hands grip against the tile on either side of your head, but even as he removes his hand from the back of your neck, you don’t dare try to push yourself up again. 

“Pray for forgiveness, Sister,” He says. His fingers find the modest coverage of your underwear and rips them clean in half with a quick flick of his wrist, tearing a hole for himself directly in the center of them and leaving the shredded remains of your modesty to hang uselessly on either side of your exposed center. “Pray for forgiveness because you’re sinning right now. It’s here, evidence of your fall from grace coating the pretty petals of your dirty, dirty cunt. You’re sinning, little nun. Sinning,”

A gasp rips from your throat as his hand lands on your backside, the sharp sting emphasizing his words that act like a dagger to your heart. 

You’re sinning. You’re a sinner. 

“Sinning,” He says again, landing another smack to your unprotected buttcheek. Fat tears flow from your blurry eyes.

Instead of being close to God, you’re drifting from Him. Being dragged, kicking and screaming further and further from your place at His side and instead of hating every second of it, recoiling in horror and finding nothing but pain and disgust from the touch of the monster behind you, your stomach clenches in twisted anticipation. 

“Sinner,” He grunts and this time you scream, loud and tearful as his hand lands cruelly on your bare pussy. 

You instinctively clench around nothing, traitorous clit pulsing against the rough treatment. Your head lifts from the ground just enough for you to shake it in denial, voice raspy and thick with tears as you struggle to begin your prayer anew. From behind you, Coriolanus laughs as he listens to your stuttered prayer, landing another sharp smack against your pussy just to make you cry out and lose your place. You can’t focus, nerves fried and body wound up so tight you feel like you’re about to explode out of your skin. The beginning of the prayer is the only thing you can remember, repeating the first phrase over and over and over again and hoping against hope that it's enough for God to hear you because you can’t for the life of you remember what the rest is. 

“Our Father, who art in Heaven,

Hallowed be Thy name,”

“Our Father, who art in Heaven,

Hallowed be Thy name,”

“Our Father, who art in Heaven,

Hallowed be Thy name,”

Your body stays frozen as Coriolanus lifts your hips higher into the air, and you don’t fight back when he kicks your legs farther apart so he can fit himself between them. Your praying gets louder, the only lines that you can remember coming out as a hurried sob when you feel the head of his cock slide against your slit. 

“What’s wrong, Sister? Have you forgotten the words?” He asks and a part of you wonders if instead of him being a devil, if maybe he’s actually the Devil. He drags the tip of his cock through your slick folds, sliding it from your hole all the way to your clit, rubbing it roughly against the swollen nub and back again. Your entire body trembles when he lines himself up, blunt tip teasing your entrance and you’re shaking so much you worry you might fly apart. “I said pray.”

Your mouth falls open when he pushes forward, no sound making its way from your vocal cords even though every other part of you is screaming. The head of his cock splits you open, your wet pussy taking him in and stretching around his thick length and it hurts, it hurts so much, but it's what’s under the pain that hurts more. The striking fullness of him as he fills you up, pushing his cock deeper and deeper inside you as he presses bruises in the shapes of his fingers into your hips. The way his cock completely fills you, leaving no space inside you for anything else and bullying its way even further still, making room for itself where you can’t imagine there could possibly be anymore. It’s horrible, the way your body yields to what he’s doing, taking him in and craving more even as the pleasure blossomed pain burns in your core. It must be something demonic, some sort of paranormal and evil power that’s blanketing you in this unwanted feeling. The monster behind you is forcing himself on you, dragging you into darkness with him with each drag of his cock against your slick walls, and is making you like it. 

You feel him in your stomach as he starts to thrust into you, deep and slow presses in and out as his hands squeeze your hips. 

“So tight around me,” He grunts, cock throbbing inside you as your hands try to find purchase against the ground. “Who knew that God’s precious angel would make the perfect little cocksleeve.”

You cry out when he arches over you, pushing your cheek back into the floor as he holds your head down with a splayed palm against the side of your face. His other hand grips possessively at your waist as he growls and grunts on top of you, moans of sordid pleasure filling the Chapel as you gasp and whimper underneath him. You’re not praying anymore, can’t get anything out more than a punched out, breathless, ‘Lord, have mercy, please have mercy, please have mercy’ with every rough thrust of his hips.

“You think someone like you deserves mercy?” Coriolanus sneers. “You’re no one. Left behind. Forgotten. And where is He now that you’re calling for Him? The one you devoted your entire life to.” His cruel words are punctuated with each snap of his hips and you whine in agony, eyes squeezing shut as the knot in your belly tightens. “Go ahead. Call to Him. Beg for Him to show you mercy.”

“Please!” You cry. 

You can feel your orgasm barreling towards you and you try to hold back, wanting to tell your body that no, you can’t. You can’t! You can't! You can’t let yourself feel like this no matter what this monster does to you. But your body doesn’t listen, Coriolanus doesn’t give it a chance. Your clit is needy between your thighs, begging to be touched as your pussy weeps around him, fluttering around his thick shaft as he drives into you without mercy. Shame floods your cheeks as wet squelching sounds become prominent in the dark symphony of sinful noises bouncing around the Chapel walls. 

“He’s not here. He left you,”

“No,” You beg. Not true, not true, not true. 

“But don’t worry, I’ll take you. Maybe He left you for me as a present, hm? You’re the fucking whore that your God left for me to ruin,”

You can’t say anything when he drags you up by your hair, pulling you back against his chest. His thrusting doesn’t stop even as the hand in your hair moves to wrap tightly around your neck, fingers pressing firmly into the sides of your throat just enough to make you fight to breathe under the pressure. His other hand wraps around your chest to palm at your breast, your nipple trapped between the cage of his fingers as he squeezes at your chest. 

“No no no no no no,” Your voice is desperate, breathless against the restrictive hold around your throat, and your eyes roll back into your head as the coil in your stomach tightens beyond control, your orgasm washing over you in waves of relentless, dark, and unfairly wonderful bliss. 

Coriolanus laughs as you shake in his arms, his sharp teeth poking into the lobe of your ear as he presses his grin into the side of your head. 

“Wow, look at you, cumming all over my cock without me even having to touch your pretty little doorbell. You really must be God’s favorite whore,”

He’s still hard when he pulls out of you, leaving you to crumple on the Chapel floor to deal with the aftershocks of your orgasm. Through your exhausted and used state, you still find the will to send a quick prayer of thanks up to God for allowing this devil to be done with you before he could release inside you. You know he’s going to kill you now that he’s gotten his fill, will grab you and drain you dry until there’s no life left inside you. But at least you hope that you’ll get to go to Heaven, be with God and the rest of your Sisters because he had to be lying about them being dragged to Hell. God wouldn’t allow it. He wouldn’t. 

If this is truly the end of your time here on Earth, then at least you were spared the humiliation of Coriolanus finishing inside you. 

He doesn’t immediately grab at you again though, doesn’t drag your head to the side so he can sink his teeth into your vulnerable neck and finish what he started earlier tonight. Instead he leaves your side, walking down the center aisle towards the door. Your eyes follow him, your vision only partially blocked from the way your hands cover your face in an attempt to try to hold yourself together. He stops halfway down the aisle, plucking something off from one of the pews, and the flash of green fabric reminds you that its Father Gregory’s stole discarded over the edge of the seat. You watch as he tucks the stole into his pants pocket before he turns back towards you, and you hide your face completely when you realize he hasn’t even bothered to tuck himself back into his pants yet. 

The hands covering your eyes allow him to sneak up on you and you don’t hear him as he takes a place in front of you again. His hand flicks out, quick as lightning, and grabs onto your necklace. Immediately, the pendant burns his skin, the smoke and smell of scorching flesh emanating from his hand, but he doesn’t care - just clutches it in his fist as he uses it to pull you forward.

“Crawl,” He demands. “Crawl or I’ll rip it off.”

You don’t hesitate, feeling the pull of the delicate chain around your neck threatening to snap against his tug. This is the last thing you have, the last form of protection God can offer you as your last moments on Earth come to an end. You can’t lose it. Your limbs are still wobbly as you scramble up the few steps towards the altar, your knee slipping on the fabric of your habit and almost making you fall enough to break the chain all on your own as you frantically try to follow his pulling. 

Standing in front of the altar of the Lord is the last place a monster like Coriolanus Snow deserves to be, but he towers over you like he belongs there, angelic blond curls falling into eyes of swirling blue and black as they glare down at you.

You sob when he rips the cross from your neck anyway, the sharp break of the chain snapping against the back of your neck as he tosses the holy pendant far away from you. 

“Now look at what you’ve done to me,” He says, showing you his burnt hand. His thigh is still damaged too, the matching marks of the cross torched into his skin. “You hurt me. Maimed me. Even after I was so merciful to you.”

He buries his uninjured hand in your hair, dragging your head close to his injured one so your mouth is a breath away from the red, scarred skin. 

“Kiss it better,”

Your breathing is shaky, evidence of your orgasm coating your inner thighs as you kneel in front of him. He allows you to hesitate for just a moment, but doesn’t release your hair from his grasp until your lips touch the marred skin of his palm. When he releases your hair, you feel untethered - accidentally swaying away from his hand without his firm hold to keep you there. Without thinking, you grab his wrist with both of your hands to help hold you steady, replacing your lips at his palm without him having to tell you to. 

“Good girl,” He coos. He tugs your right hand away from where it's clutching his arm and pulls it through the remains of your sleeve from where it's still partially pinned at your side so that he can raise it up high in the air, the paper thin skin of your wrist held near his own mouth. “Use that holy power of yours to make me all better.”

You whine when his teeth slide into your wrist, eyes sliding shut as the cloud of euphoric dizziness once again invades your brain. You feel outside your body as he drinks from you, kneeling before him and pressing soft kisses against the damaged skin of his hand, face just inches away from the still erect cock that's glistening with the evidence of your downfall. He suckles at your wrist and it takes you much longer than it should to realize that the skin under your lips doesn’t feel as disfigured as it did just moments before. 

And then, through hazy eyes, you see that it's no longer burned. Under your lips is just smooth pale skin of an uninjured palm, perfectly unharmed as if nothing had ever happened. Your eyes dart to his thigh and watch, shocked, as the damaged flesh repairs itself, torn and scorched remains webbing together and forming new skin until there's no trace of red left behind.

As soon as he’s healed, he pulls his mouth from your wrist and drags his tongue across his lips to catch any stray drops of blood. “Thanks for healing me up, little nun,” 

He hauls you up by your arm and grabs your jaw, ignoring your gasp as he presses his bloody mouth against yours, pushing his tongue between your lips just to make you taste yourself. A pleasurable heat swirls in your belly at the kiss even as cold goosebumps explode out on your skin, the horrible contrast between disgust and want twisting your thoughts into a jumbled mess. You don’t kiss him back, brain screaming at you to be strong and remember who you are even though the taste of his tongue mixed with the metallic sweet of your blood on his lips make some part of you yearn to return his touch. 

You let out a disgruntled cry when he pulls his mouth from yours and flips you around, his arm sweeping out to send the half used candles and stands clattering off the surface of the altar and shoving your body over the edge so you’re bent over it and no no no no no, he can’t! You’re not supposed to be on it like this, desecrating a place so holy and sacred. Darkening a place of such light like the Chapel is horrible enough, but defiling God’s altar - the place where bread and wine are consecrated into the living body and blood of Christ Himself - it’s unthinkable.

You immediately try to push yourself back up, but Coriolanus crowds you against the altar, grabbing both of your wrists and quickly tying them together with Father Gregory’s stolen stole so they’re bound in front of you. He drags them up close to your chest and loops the middle of the stole around your neck, keeping the free end in his hand as he hums.

“Why did you stop praying, Sister?” He asks as he lifts the back of your habit. He keeps a tight hold on the stole, pulling it taut so it constricts around your throat enough to keep you still as his other hand runs long, cruel fingers through the wetness between your folds. “You wanted to pray so much earlier.”

You’re face to face with the cross statue that he’s allowed to be left standing and even though this one has no likeness of Jesus pinned on it like the one overseeing the Chapel, it still feels like it's passing its judgement on you… and it’s finding you lacking. The combined sensation of the stole around your throat and the way Coriolanus replaces his fingers with his hard cock, sliding it through your wet folds and nudging it back at your entrance, makes your eyes roll up to the ceiling. 

Taking him a second time isn’t any easier and even though you're so wet, slicker more than ever now that you’ve had an orgasm, you still feel like you’re being stretched to your limits as he pushes back inside you. Your pussy clenches around him as he grips your waist and your hands twitch in their bindings, wanting desperately to be able to reach out and clutch the altar, reach behind you and hold onto him, or push him away - whatever you need to do to give yourself some relief as he drills you into the side of God’s holy table. But you can’t free them, can’t do anything more than take it as he uses your body and keeps you down with your hands tied and the stole wrapped around your neck like a leash. 

“Tell Him how you feel, little nun,” He growls. “Tell Him how my cock feels stretching your tight warm pussy. How it fills you up so much you can feel it in your stomach. Tell Him how I hit those spots inside you that make you go blind with so much pleasure.”

“Ah ah ah,” You moan as he pounds into you, the sound of slapping skin ringing in your ears mixed in with his sinful grunts. 

“Pray to Him,” He demands. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as he pulls the stole tighter around your throat. “Pray to Him and tell Him that this is the closest you’ve ever felt to Him, the closest you’ve ever felt to Heaven, but really it’s me who’s doing this to you. It’s me who’s making you feel so good. Fucking you. Corrupting you, Ruining you. Come on, Sister. Tell Him how good I’m making you feel.”

“Please,” You try to beg and your plea comes out raspy against the pressure on your throat. 

The knot in your belly is tightening again, clit pulsing and still untouched as you feel Coriolanus throb inside you. The new dizziness in your head comes not from the Vampire’s bite but from the lack of oxygen to your brain. Dark spots poke at the sides of your vision but it doesn’t matter because you can’t see anyway, your eyes unfocused and dazed under the pleasure swirling in your core. 

You don’t even register when he yanks the stole from around your throat, freeing the unprotected column to his deadly teeth as he drags your head to the side and pierces them into the side of your neck. His hand leaves your waist, dragging tingling fire in its wake as he slides his hand across your stomach and down further until it creeps into the ripped remaining shreds of your underwear. You scream when his fingers touch your clit, sliding through the wetness and using your own shame to glide mind breaking circles around the swollen neglected nub. 

“M-mercy,” You whimper. “P-please, mercy!”

He doesn’t speak, mouth too preoccupied with taking all that he can steal from you as he continues to feast on your neck, but you hear a voice anyway - one that seems to boom throughout the Chapel as much as it does in your head.

You don’t deserve mercy.

Your orgasm hits you ruthlessly, brutal waves of ecstasy racing through your body as you shake and cum around your Vampire’s cock, squeezing and clenching around his thrusting length, eyes rolling back into your head as you scream. His fingers don’t stop their movement on your clit, his mouth never stops drinking from you, and in the back of your mind you register that he’s cumming inside you - thick and hot pulses of release coating your insides and damning your soul to Hell. 

Sparkling black and white flecks coat your vision, the darkness overpowering the bright all too quickly, and before you’re even finished cumming the entire room fades into darkness. 

When you wake up, there’s light shining in through the multicolored stained glass windows and the beauty that is the Chapel looks like it's almost as it should be again. 

For a moment, you think you can convince yourself that it was all a dream. A horrible nightmare brewed from some unknown fear that you’ve pushed into the back of your mind that you need to come to terms with and unpack with hours of uninterrupted prayer. But the moment is gone all too soon and the state of your half naked body and ripped habit is too much evidence to naively ignore. 

A devil was inside God’s house last night. He killed the rest of your cloister, tormented you and did unspeakable things to your body, made you feel things, and yet… he left you alive?

Why?

You try to sit up, your entire body aching with overuse and exhaustion, the space between your thighs is still damningly wet, but the sharp pain in your abdomen makes you pause. 

Your lower belly hurts the most, a sharp sting raising through the area as you move, and you pull up the bottom of your tunic to try to get a better look at it. You freeze when you see it, horror like you’ve never felt sinking into your bones as your brain tries to catch up with what your eyes are seeing. 

There, on your lower belly, directly above the snapped elastic waistband of your underwear, are the carved and bloody initials C.S.

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[tacoma-narrows]

It's been about 9 and a half months since I had Let's Get Back! put out a new compilation cover album, so for their grand return, they present Class of the 2000s! A love letter to some of my favorite cartoon theme songs from the past decade or so!

For anyone who doesn't know, cartoons and animation is one of my special interests, and I have a playlist that's just some of my all time favorite cartoon theme songs, and this is a selection of a few of those! Also, I think I've mentioned this here before, but Let's Get Back! is my OC cover band! You can read more about them here if you'd like, but in short, they just play covers of whichever songs I want them to lol. It's all just in spirit tho, I can't actually play music to save my life lmao.

More specific info abt the band/piece below if you wanna see it! :D

In this, Shep, PB, Rye and Pumpernickel (Let's Get Back!'s four main members) are joined by Starburst for the vocals on tracks 1, 8 and 10! I wanted to include Starburst because she's basically made for something like this. She's basically a kinsona of Jenny from Wayside hehe. For this, I also gave each of my characters outfits to match some of the characters from the shows showcased!

From left to right they're: Pumpernickel as Jimmy from Jimmy Two-Shoes PBnJ as Tamama from Sgt. Frog Starburst as Jenny from Wayside [which is just her default design lol] Shep as Abe from Clone High Rye as Jimmy from Jimmy Neutron

But this, like I said, is a showcase of some of my all time favorite theme songs! Two of them in fact (Master and Hey 2 Look 2), introduced me to what would become two of my all time favorite bands in Abandoned Pools and Beat Crusaders respectively hehe. If you want to hear any of these theme songs for yourself, here they are! (With links to both the broadcast versions and the full songs if applicable):

01. Fly By The Wayside 02. Master [Show Vers. | Full Song] 03. Hey 2 Look 2 [Show Vers. | Full Song] 04. Era of Nationwide Irresponsibility [Show Vers. | Full Song] 05. Aqua Teen Rap [Show Vers. | Full Song] 06. Jimmy Gets Around 07. The Chosen One 08. Welcome to Generation O! 09. Jimmy Neutron Theme 10. Welcome To My Life

I hope u guys like this as much as I do!! It was super fun to make! Also let me know some of ur favorite cartoon theme songs, I'd love to know :]

[alexiseatzbeez]

Redesign of my redesigns from last year !?! I’m obsessed with mh again so I’m redoing my redesigns because I’ve grown attached to the g3 designs lmao. So here’s Frankie first because they’re my fav

I’ll write more headcanons here, feel free to read them !!

Ok so for the “child of Frankensteins creature”, instead of being the child of victor Frankenstein, imagine a universe where victor was actually nice to his creation, gave him a name (Adam Frankenstein), and created a child for him instead of a bride. Also imagine Frankie sees Victor as an uncle more than a grandpa even tho he is technically their grandpa lmao

15 days old = 15 yrs old, they’re a sophomore at monster high

Since Mattel can’t make Frankie green anymore because of copywrite, I made them bluish and greenish yellow, blue for the g3 design and green yellow for the book design of Frankensteins creature (his skin is yellow because of formaldehyde so why not have Frankie’s skin a little yellow too)

Loves doodling on their prothetic leg

I went with an even nerdier design than last time I drew Frankie just because in the reboot movie, they wore sweater vests a lot and I thought it was cute lol

Loves accessorizing and piercings sm like their room is probably filled with diy jewelry kits and different jewelry for piercings (ofc their dad makes them get them professionally done no diy piercings here 😞)

Has a friendship bracelet with all friends possible and probably makes more all the fime

Their bag is a blue star bag with a yellowish white fluffy shoulder pad

Very very very tall, not as tall as their 8ft tall dad tho lmao

Loves platform shoes and bright makeup

Hair is like a side shave (shaved side is purple) with black streaks and a blue underdye

Doesn’t have braces anymore maybe they got them removed Lmao

Very much involved in school and probably has the most school spirit out of everyone

Doesn’t understand certain phrases (ex: bottle up ur feelings-they literally bottle up their feelings, it’s raining cats and dogs-probably will go looking for cats and dogs)

Based on my last redesign, probably still uses mobility aids when needed but they also have a prosthetic leg so idk how much

Can remove and add new limbs whenever

UPDATE: another idea I had and have said here before is that their dads could also be Herbert and Dan from reanimator because I think it's funny lol

If I think of anymore I guess I’ll add them lmao but ty for reading these if u did !!!

[princessfaerygia]

Walking in the snow hearing the birds congregate and flutter. This will be a slow steady walk to gas station to get energy drinks. I almost value my spacious solitude so much I wanna go further to the store where the drinks are a dollar less expensive. Bright white and children playing, coughing and making snowballs. It's good to be back in my bfs neighborhood. I love the trees. There's trees at my parents, more trees but they are extremely right wing there. It's intimidating. I'm green party if I had to choose.

Air like cooling mint on my cheeks. Like I said this gonna be a slow trek ~ especially cus I'm wearing sneakers and not my snow boots. Alternatively might my trek be speedier with more nimble feet? Heavy boots can slow one down. I enjoy my sneakers. My bf is so vehemently against me at times telling me to fuck off or leave. But I stay,wtf. I'm not forcing myself on him, not really. Because when I begin setting up my ride home to family I always ask again to confirm, "you want me gone right?" And then suddenly he says no or "do whatever you want" ...so I stay. You know it hurts my heart but gives me purpose. I have such romance in me and earthiness I feel I need a physical partner to touch and be close with. He's got me bad.

Aww I jus saw a lil teenager he was waiting for me to pass n he smiled at me. I looked up and there he was, smiling. I was like "oh! Hello" he said he likes my hoodie lol. It's a big azz fluffy thang I got from thrift store. It's ugg brand. Maybe I'll take a pic of me all bundled up in it for y'all LMFAO. It feels cleansing and healing of my heart chakra to have Tumblr community. Especially happy cus two of my strange beautiful amazing mooties r back. Welcome!

It takes patience and dedication and drive to do what I do for bf. Yesterday he telling me I've got no drive. Boy! I do too have drive! Sometimes I see him as a stranger. Jus some goofy manic pixie dream boy/man. Goofier tho than a dream...

Okie dokie just got out the gas station. You know what funny is my bf tried telling me they all don't like me. Yet jus now two the women was super duper nice to me and both said "you can do better than him" to me.

I giggling. Why giggle you ask? Well cuz I jus saw a slipper with a yellow smiley face and I'm also quite cocky inside and am like (on the inside): ladies and gentlemen i CAN do better. It's so weird I'm in this situation but my God our God have you witnessed trump in the past 8 years? I mean how silly and entropic can things get? It's devastating really. Here I am hopping through snow sludge~nimble, ever so nimble in my light grey new balance sneakers. I'm proud of em. Got em in September I think but they already got a hole in them. I refuse to buy any other type of shoe for the entirety of my existence.

Ok so I want to complain but it's too personal and wood surely anger my bf. Yay! I get to truly really call him my boyfriend with the utmost certainty now. I hope. It lightens my heart it really does. I can't believe I told Tumblr bout all my messy drama. Admittedly there's more but I done gossiping about such overwhelming negativity.

My friend on here whose a very talented artist told me she thinks I'm important in the way Im creative such as me writing this online diary ~may~ comfort or help other females feel better bout themselves or something. Cool.

I'm wearing grey leopard print leggings. Plain white shirt w a hole in it. Sports bra underneath. OffWhite big fuzzy sweater from target, on top of that ~White hoodie ,huge, from Walmart...on top of that a humongous ugg brand bluish fluffy pullover with four scarves and a knit purple and blue hat. Yay fashion diva here my people*~*Almost back to apt.

Bird tweets. Creek rippling waters soothe spirits and quench our soul. I often get confused am I supposed to say souls or soul? Love y'all ❄️

[making-my-wey-down-town]

The Famous Introduction Pinned Post

Hi, Hola! You have found the way!

Not any way tho. Me, Wey. You found me! Hola! Que pedo? Pásale a lo barrido 🧹

(2024 note: I need to update this)

That hooman that you see there. Si ese! That’s my sona. A pleasure to meet you. (Outfits change often lol) (Also! The formal clothes supposedly gives the hint that I work as a security guard on the game :v)

More about me: I’m a lazy simp artist. *bows with no shame* Yeah, that’s all of my self presentation :3

As you can see, I’m very much currently hyped with The Daycare Attendants. The scrunckly bois ❤️ I don’t have a specific way to draw the bot bois tho.

So in my blog you will find mostly reblogs of them than my own art. But I will try to share more of my doodles and ideas in the future. (Cuz can’t be considered an artist if I don’t do or share shid right? :v)

Besides being on the FNAF SB fandom I’m also interested in Welcome Home, The Arcana, MHA.

All my art is under #wey draws

My main OC’s are under #wiggles and giggles the clown twins (watch their very first Halloween experience #quick doodle , they are cosplaying as Skid and Pump!)

Here their reference sheet: (old reference btw, their shoes are bigger now etc)

Gremlins dressed up as clowns basically. My babies 💜 (they were born after i got hooked on the game of FNAF SB)

Facts about them:

Both of them are boys. So he/him pronouns to each

3’6ft

Small animatronics that love to entertain families with their clown acts in the Pizzaplex

Their pants have hidden pockets, stuffed with materials and items for their clown acts. Mostly balloons. (Their hats have stuff too)

On birthday parties they always end up covered in cake

Free to roam around where the public is. Need employee permission or escort to go to restricted areas

Often seen in the daycare where there is a lot of kids to play with. Sun doesn’t always enjoy their visit (such troublemakers sometimes)

At night, when the Pizzaplex closes they immediately go to the daycare. To play with Sun and accompany Moon in his patrols (Moon will never admit he appreciates the company)

They can’t be separated. It causes an extreme anxiety for both, especially if it’s forced

Twin telepathy. Normally knowing what the other thinks. Often saying stuff at the same time and finishing each other sentences

They rarely fight with each other

Both love the attention

None of them knows personal space

They either help or create chaos (Both? Excellent partners in crime)

Press their nose, it does honk noises. They also have a feature to make their shoes do funny sounds

Fart jokes (noises) are hilarious for them

They are indeed high intelligent AI’s but they have the knowledge of a child. Teach and treat them like a kid

Can handle a limited amount of water if they get wet. Preferably to avoid it

Their white eyes can turn black with red pupils when turned in security mode. It is only to intimidate intruders and potentially dangerous people. (Can act scary if their target doesn’t normalize)

They have no virus! But that doesn’t mean they can’t obtain it 👁️👁️

Facts of each clown:

Giggles (Gig):

Likes the color blue and sharks

Normally the one who makes troubles (nothing serious, just mischievous child behavior)

Loves to make people smile and laugh but also get in their nerves (depending the person and situation)

Wiggles (Wig):

Likes the color pink and bunnies

The more responsible one of the two but still gets involved in troubles

Loves to make people have fun (specially if it’s done by his clown acts)

In the future I would like to share some ideas of AU’s I have in mind (idk if they are good enough lol) but for now my goal is to finish art projects that are meant for many friends and awesome artists.

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AU’S Que Hice!

Ahoy! Mateys (AU mermay) - The journey of a high spirit kid named Y/N!

Dreaming of becoming a pirate one day!

Sailing the ocean in search of grand treasures and fun adventures with the unbelievable help of two sirens, their best friends!

Who and which said sea creatures seem conflicted with their actions and feelings when it comes to Y/N.

(non-romance just to clarify)

As it’s very known that these two species can never get along.

Will their friendship overcome the stereotypes?

Jump aboard and find out!

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My social skills are terrible very good. I have a messed up social battery, it comes and goes. So is very common to find me active some days and then gone for some weeks (months). But frens, moots feel free to reach me anytime. Bother me. Tag me. Be random. Quick chat or a question. I’m okay with all that. I also like it, feels like I’m not forgotten (I’m not the greatest to initiate the conversation but I will totally respond to whatever I get included on 🫂💞)

As for strangers, people who follows me. (Actual real people and not bots lol) Feel free to send asks. Just don’t expect a genius answer from my part heh. Remain respectful, and yup :)

Thank you for your time and attention until the end if you got this far. *hugs ya and gifts ya a real Mexican taco 🌮* Have a nice day/night! Te quiero güey ❤️

[shopwitchvamp]

In a lot of your product photos, the model has a really cute black sports bra top on! And I was just wondering where they might have gotten it?

^ Like in this photo. In fact, most of the tops and shoes and stuff your model wears is super nice and I'd love any other store recommendations lol

Hey, thanks! And the model is me :D (Mainly just because I'm always available to take pics of myself lol) For the top tho, I bought it back in 2020 and have attempted to hunt down where I'd gotten it from to get more colors & because other people have asked me where I got it from, but.... Idk where it was from ;__; There's no real identifying info on the top itself either. All I know for sure is that I got it after seeing @/alythuh on twitter wearing one while painting & her reply to someone with a link to it. Sometime last year I tried to hunt down that tweet where she'd linked to it and I can't find that either :[ If ever I somehow come across these tops again I'll be sure to let everyone know. Other shop recs from stuff I wear in pictures tho: Thigh Society (shorts I wear under everything) Sock Dreams (they have extra long thigh high socks that are actually thigh highs on me, which is awesome as most "thigh highs" are knee sock length on me. lots of tights and stockings too) Demonia (stompin' boots) Also random stuff from Spirit Halloween and Hot Topic, not a joke lmao

[goldenhypen]

hi em! i was gonna make this anonymous but ta heck w tht LOL okay so this is gonna b a long one js bc i wanna b as clear as possible for u but i jus wanna kno ur opinion on this n im sorry if this sounds redundant (given what ur whole acc is abt) but i saw this tiktok that was basically talking abt how ppl who read rp (real person) fanfics r weird , disgusting , and freaks (that one hurt ngl😭) and ig bc i never interacted w ppl who read them i had no idea this was such a controversial thing yk? so it kinda hurt and i got hella defensive bc these fics have helped me thru some hard times n r my safe space (esp ur acc i love it sm ur fics r quick n easy reads but so so good! and i love tht u write wholesome sfw fics i don’t like / can’t read nsfw rp fics) and r good when i need a quick romance fix bc i have none irl (tmi fr sorry!) but honestly it made me feel horrible abt myself bc im like damn am i sick freak for reading this even tho i read the sfw n wholesome ones?? n they were sayin the y/n , self inserts were even worse! 😭 n idk if this makes me ignorant but for the life of me i couldn’t figure out what made it weird! nsfw ones r different but regular romance or fantasy? esp since i never see this take when ppl mention they used to read one direction fanfics or mindless behavior & august alsina ones (these were popular among the black community for context!) like everyone laughs n reminisces i feel like ppl r a lot more critical n harsh on kpop stans tbh but i even thought abt deleting my tumblr bc i felt wrong for doing so it made me question myself for awhile just being honest anyways i’ll get off my soapbox im so sorry this is so long i jus wanted to give as much context and detail as possible! if this is too much please disregard but idk i just wanted an opinion on this take from a fix writer and i assume u read some too correct me if i’m wrong! thanks so incredibly much in advance and i hope we can b friends one day! 🧸🎀✨💌💕🫶🏽

this is so real of you omg ok first of all, thank you for going out of your comfort zone to do this! things like this make me so happy cuz you coming out of your way to do this (comfort wise and time wise since it must’ve taken you a while to write sm, esp considering the technical difficulties 😭) makes it all the more meaningful. and i rlly appreciate you coming to me of all ppl too! so thank you!

secondly, i agree with you on all the things you had to say !! i was once in your shoes, and if i’m being completely honest, a part of me is still navigating this as well. like some things i still question for example is if there is rlly nothing wrong with this, why do i feel the need to hide that i read/write? but for the most part, rn i am definitely set on there being absolutely nothing wrong with this! i can definitely see where these other ppl are coming from if they had never thought much of fanfiction or reader inserts etc. bc it’s probably similar to how i felt before being more exposed to fanfiction. but imo these are fantasies i just imagine in my head anyway and are almost like dreams to me yk? and so imo, they’re harmless. in fact, writing and reading ffs help grow my creativity, which is smth i value. cuz not only am i doing this for entertainment, i’m also doing it for the art (this is in terms of writing more so than reading but can still apply to both). however, similar to you, i do believe that imagines can be taken too far, as that is what aligns with my beliefs, such as nsfw fics (which is not anything personal at all to nsfw writers!). that imo can be harmful for the mind and spirit etc. (sorry if this is getting too deep and personal 😭)

ugh this is honestly so nice to talk about and have someone relate to on this cuz literally the things you are saying describe me !!! and dw, i have and never had any love life,, it’s non existent, believe it or not! so dw, you’re not alone 😭 like we can be delulu tgt 😭😭 and ahahaha yesss like i can’t tell you the amount of times i considered deleting this app or stopping writing/reading. it was challenging to process. but after doing so, i have come to the conclusions i mentioned earlier (how i think reading sfw fics are harmless). it’s literally just a form of harmless entertainment lol so i don’t see why ppl have to be so judgmental about it and can’t just mind their own business 😭 so dw, coming from a fellow reader and someone who has faced the same dilemma, you are not at all a freak 😭 and don’t let anyone let you think otherwise 😤☹️

also i can’t go without saying a huge thank you for all the kind things you had to say about my works :((( <3 that is so sweet of you to say and is so encouraging. it’s smth i’m finding i need a lot of, esp lately, so i rlly appreciate that and it means a lot. this whole ask and talking about this is rlly quite meaningful to me tbh 😭 so thank you for coming to me and being so brave to bring this up! 🫶🏻 also, yes let’s be friends omg !! i’d love that 🥹🫶🏻

[thegongoozlerreacts]

Sky: Children of the Light - Season of Revival

HELLO I JUST LOGGED INTO SKY TO DO MY DAILIES N THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN IT REMINDED ME OF SEASON OF REVIVAL BEING OUT

and i was like 'oh cool new season!' aND THEN A PORTAL JUST RISES OUT OF THE SEA ???? CRAZY

spoilers for everything under the cut

im excited for the new season but im mostly excited for the new shoes cosmetics >:)))))

anyways time to go through the new portal

ok in a completely new area

ooh the symbol glowing underneath where my character appeared?? so cool

giant ominous building looming over me, an island surrounded by a sea of clouds

super aesthetic

oh a spirit memory stature thing

fascinating, the statue reveals a child(?) spirit

they seem to recognize the red candle we used to light the statue

time to follow them into the ominous building

ahh they needed the candle to open the door

'??? | A hidden refuge, lost to time' bro :(( why did that hit me in the feels

the fact that it doesnt even really have a name, and the season guide's reaction to seeing it :(( i feel so bad

i guess the season will revolve around 'reviving' the area ?? like restoring it back to its original glory

'Hopeful Steward' aww bro thats so cute

ok time for the first quest

AWW MY SKYKID HOLDING THEIR HAND OUT TO HOPEFUL STEWARD <333

ok theres a place im supposed to go but first i want to explore

theres a little waterfall area, a fountain(??) in the center, and those manta shrine things (like the ones in daylight prairie)

ooh theres like little houses/rooms built into the side of the hills there's rubble blocking the entrances to them tho oof

ok time to actually continue on w the quest

another spirit statue

hey isnt that a past spirit guide ?!??! also aww theyre friends w the Hopeful Steward

going into a house now

oh no its overrun with the darkness plants :(( STOP THIS IS SO SAD

its ok dont worry i have the power of arson time to burn all these plants bwahahha

nice i burned away all the darkness and now the spirit is showing me a floating chair OOH IF I SIT ON THE CHAIR I HAVE ACCESS TO THE HAIR COSMETICS

ohhhh he's like a hairstylist omg thats so cool

oh hey the atmosphere's a little brighter outside and !! theres a pink plant growing outside the hairstylist's barbershop(??)!! cool

ooh and theres a flag too signifying that its like a barbershop

OOOH THE WINDOWS ARE LIT UP NOW NICE

alright, thats all for the 1st quest of Season of Revival!! im excited for the rest of the quests and how the place is gonna look at the end of the season!

ohoho whats this?? theres another open door on the side of the left hill

the sign next to it bears this season's symbol time to go in!!

ooh its like a dressing room kinda?? theres cosmetics on mannequins and like,, theyre all very dramatic names that basically mean the same thing of being a remnant of a lost village but its all said in different ways and im laughing at it

the cosmetics look REALLY nice tho time to browse im definitely aiming for the shoe cosmetic (the free one LOL) ooh and also the origami boat hat, so cute!!

alright, i think thats all for now

i'll post about this again when the next quest arrives, byebye!!

[jodjuya]

Watching the sonic movie for the first time. Liveblogging as I go.

He's an alien?? I thought all the sonic creatures were created from earth stock, like Crash Bandicoot. 🤔

I think everything I thought I knew about the sonic franchise was just crash bandicoot actually

The main human guy is a cop? Ew

The product placement in this thing is unreal. This is more on the nose than Wayne's World

This cop is too handsome. He's in the uncanny valley

...why is there electricity from Running Fast?

Well, it can't be electricity electricity, that's not what electricity does. Why is there bioluminescent arcing from Running Fast?

He's building up a static electric charge so powerful it's creating plasma I guess. U should put little copper nails in the bottom of your shoes to prevent giant blue explosions, Sonic.

Why is the Pentagon getting involved with a power outage lol. I'm no yankee, but I thought the pentagon was only for war stuff, no?

I guess when the grid goes down for an entire quadrant of the continent it might look like ur getting attacked 🤔

But anyway, I would have thought that a civil infrastructure outage would be swiftly delegated to the relevant civil authority. Fewer generals in uniform and more engineers in hardhats is all I'm saying

• HELL YEAH IT'S GOTH JIM CARREY!!!!

IT'S GOTH JIM CARREY CHANNELLING THE HOLY SPIRIT OF LEMONGRAB!!!!

This movie just got like a hundred times better

Robotnic is kind of a dick tho. That's just villains for you I guess 🤷🏻‍♂️

I see they spared no expense in licensing the cd of all of George Lucas's favourite sound effects

What the fuck do you mean by "anomaly"???? It's literally just a muddy bootprint on a rock! In the PNW surely it would be more anomalous if there weren't any muddy bootprints on rocks?! Ayo, ur search-and-destroy drone is defective af my guy! ET needs to phone home for a factory reset!

Ok, so your analysis says it doesn't match anything in the animal kingdom or earth life or whatever you said, but why are you scanning the entire taxonomy of the planet when there's only one species on the planet that wears shoes that look like that??

Occam's razor says that what your scan actually found is just a teenager with scoliosis or something, so why are you sending in dog teams with assault rifles for such a nothingburger of a clue?

Why are you sending in the dogs AT ALL if you have such an amazing squadron of technomagic drones?? I thought being horny for robots was this guy's whole identity. Why is he permitting those Filthy Organics to contaminate the unparalleled perfection of his machines with their mere presence?

This product placement is too much I am actually going to puke if they sincerely recite one more corporate slogan

LMAO WHY IS A COP REACHING FOR A TRANQUILIZER GUN INSTEAD OF HIS ACTUAL GUN?

I actually went and googled this and yeah, you can just kill raccoons dead however you want. There are websites and guides and everything

Also why does a vet have a tranquilizer gun??

Also even assuming she works at the fucking zoo or something, surely her tranq darts are calibrated for animals much larger than raccoons? Like, if she has that thing for tranquilizing mountain lions or moose or bears (maybe it's for bears? But you'd want something with bigger darts to get through their thick fur, and you'd want a rifle-length barrel rather than a handgun so you can pop Smokey from a much safer distance, right?) and you shoot a little bitty racoon with it, that racoon is going to just die, right? The poison is in the dose and you are gunna OD those trash pandas straight into oblivion...

Maybe he lives in too residential of an area and he's one of those mythological Good Cops who cares about the people and objects downrange of his target? 🤔 This is a fantasy film after all...

Ah, cool, it is for bears. I feel so smart. 😊

Hahahahaha, he's going to use it to scare them? 🤣 Tom, you stupid fuck, it's an air gun!! If you want to scare them just slam your kitchen door real loud then run at them while screaming and flailing your arms around in the air. I've never encountered a raccoon in my life and I'm confident I could scare them away with those tactics. U just grab a broom or a rake and charge at them with Manly Vigor and bobs ur uncle

I do love the constant dunking on Mario and his Mushroom Kingdom lol

Idk why Tom burst into the garage when the raccoons and the bins they were after were both outside the garage but I guess Tom is just so horny for being a cop that it makes him stupid (more stupid than he already was anyway)

Great job, Tom, you killed sonic with an overdose of tranquilizer. I told you so, your wife told you so, the warning labels on the darts told you so. U R SO STUPID!!

Now you gotta homoerotically straddle Sonic's chest, rip his shirt open, and stab him in the heart with a vial of liquid adrenaline. I assume there is already fanart of this.

Hahaha Tom is so stupid he didn't even latch the dog crate

Wait, Sonic's shoes aren't red??? Why does he have brown shoes????

I hope they're just caked in mud :/

Why does sonic need help when being able to run so fast that he becomes imperceptible is literally his entire character? Just run away you stupid little man

Oh no the stupidity is contagious 😭

Oh right, the tranquilizer

West is the ocean? San Francisco is South? Tom why are you so stupid??

Yep, sonic ran straight into the ocean. The stupidity really is contagious. Q_Q

I know you know how to read, sonic, so just steal a road atlas and be on your merry way.

"I examined the inefficiency of a world where brawn trumped brain and I used technology to resolve that inefficiency." - Dr Robotnic padding out his résumé by including that one time in highschool where he shattered some kid's jaw with a baseball bat

Hmm, how could you even tell if sonic was drunk if he's just Like This all of the time? 🤔

As much as I love Matryoshka drones, I thought you wanted to capture sonic alive for vivisection purposes or whatever. Why is the final drone just a very sticky package of high explosives??? Does Robotnic just really hate losing THAT much?

Also, what tactical purpose did it serve to plasma cut the truck's roof off? Ur trying to apprehend these two and all you've done is make them look Really Cool

Sonic got exploded by a grenade and you take him to a vet? Nah fool, take him to the pawn shop! He needs gold rings to heal! Maybe pick up a hundred of those wumpa fruits that Crash Bandicoot loves for good measure. U can probably just substitute mango if your greengrocer doesn't stock wumpas

Still can't decide if Robotnic is really good at kink or really bad at it. He seems to have that slutty minion of his well-trained enough, but he also really seems to be one of those utterly insufferable dorks who gets far too into being a Dom and then tries to bring that energy out of the play spaces and into real-life. Like, fuck off little man, I'm not one of your subs. Behave yourself before you get a pitcher of ice water poured down your shirt. I WILL ask the kitchen for a squirt bottle of mustard and I WILL ruin your lovely little goth outfit with it.

Oh yeah, he's absolutely the kind of guy that carries around a zippo just to be cool even though he doesn't smoke and gets pissy if anyone else smokes near him because the smell will ruin his cool goth outfit.

That PA has a praise kink you can just tell

I bet sonic will be cured of Getting Exploded By A Grenade if they just give him a pair of red shoes. He's like Frosty The Snowman, y'know

HAHAHAHAHA why did they truss up the aunty?! 🤣 In this household snitches get strapped to chairs!

I feel like using smelling salts on a parakeet would instantly kill the poor thing #TomIsSoStupid #TISS

It only took over an hour but we finally give sonic that one key element of his design as a character: shoes that go faster because they're red

Wait, Eggman?? Is Robotnic a totally different character??

Oh, phew, he's Doctor Ivo "Eggman" Robotnik

"Now you understand why there's a psychotic robot doctor chasing a supersonic blue hedgehog." - gunna be real with you sonic, I have never in my life understood something less than this one overdressed commercial for a video game that came out over thirty years ago. Nothing in this entire film made any sense whatsoever.

Where's Cairo lol? Did pizza hut's lifetime budget for product placement go exclusively to Wayne's World?

Tom why did you go for the quip+haymaker combo when you could have just garroted robotic from behind with your belt? #TISS

Oh right, it's a children's movie lmao. We can't show Robotnic orgasming on-screen 😂

Oh somebody has finally remembered that they're a cop with a gun and so are just allowed to shoot people with impunity whenever they feel like it. About time!

Oh joy, are they going to give the "tHiS iS aMeRiCa" speech just because Robotnic said aliens don't belong here?

Oh thank christ he was saved by The Power Of Friendship and not The Power Of Jingoism. I would have stopped watching right here and now if there was jingoism

Good job, Temu Tom Cruise, you banished him to the mushroom kingdom. He's Bowser's problem now!

Are they getting rewarding for killing Robotnic?! 😆

LMFAOOOO!

Aww, it's just regular unfunny hush-money. Booo!

Olive garden has paid to be mentioned at the end this video. Thank you to Olive garden for sponsoring this video. We couldn't have made it without your help. Pizza Hut, if you're watching this, go fuck yourselves okay bye.

Sonic just LEAVE and let these poor people fuck without you for once! God you're worse than a cat!

Oh dear. While I love the new look, I don't think u can autism your way out of mushroom poisoning, eggman. Good luck with your new nemesis situation tho! It's a good look for you!

I did not enjoy this film and I still don't feel or understand the appeal of Sonic. Oh well, c'est la vie.

[magiaburst]

Definitely not gonna answer all of them, but here are those I will answer:

Which oc has the best sleep schedule? The worst sleep schedule?

Probably Nova, but it's more because of the timing on earth being different.

Which oc has never had their first kiss?

Nova, Selene and Zero. Nova and Selene never had a partner, Zero's died in his arms before they ever had the chance to.

What oc has the best music taste? The worst music taste?

If I give my OCs music taste, then it's often equal to mine. So I don't know how to answer this one.

Which oc has the most cohesive color pallet? The craziest color pallet?

Craziest I'd say Selene. Her hair is blond, her shirt is gray, her pants are light blue, her shoes dark blue and her eye color is a gray-green.

Cohesive, I'm going with Cyril, Dark and Etaine. They do have a darker color scheme in clothing/design in general.

Which oc prefers flowing clothes? Tight clothes?

Cyril: Flowing

Etaine: Both

Selene: Both

Lucy: Flowing

Zero: Flowing

Raiden: Both

Nova: Flowing

Dark: He's a Sonic OC, his only clothing are gloves and shoes.

What is one universe/story an oc would fit in to besides the one they live in?

Zero is a general character, but he has his origins in the Madokaverse, so I gues that.

I'd say Etaine and Cyril would both fit into Princess Tutu's context, while Lucy and Selene definitely would fit into Miraculous.

Which oc is the biggest romantic?

Lucy. She is a seductive dark magical girl, she can't help it.

What’s one canon character all of you ocs LOVE? One they all HATE?

Love: A peaceful life.

Hate: Injustice.

What oc is the best at dealing with stress? How do they deal with it?

Probably Etaine. She's relatively chill and if she is stressful, then she either goes dancing, or hangs out with her boyfriend or her bestie.

Which oc makes their bed every morning? Which one thinks it’s a waste of time?

I think they all do.

I think Dark thinks it's a waste of time lol.

Which oc has the most friends?

Lucy. Followed by Selene and Cyril.

Which oc has the most admirers?

No idea. Maybe Lucy since she is somewhat of a mysterious-seeming beauty? I really dunno.

Which oc likes country music? Which oc HATES country music?

Some don't care about it, the others hate it. There is no one that likes it.

Which oc has has the most lovers/flings/partners?

Also here, no idea really. Though, while this definitely doesn't count, I'd like to mention that Cyril is a character that is compatible with a few canon characters. The final pairing is Cyril/Jessica, but someone I know in Discord ships Cyril/Chloé, so...

Which oc gets crushes the easiest?

Cyril! I mean, he crushed on Lie-La Rossi before...

Etaine follows.

Which oc is the most practical?

Probably Selene.

Which oc got excited when taylor swift came back? Which oc got excited when MRC came back?

Cyril likes Anti-Hero, but in general no one of them cared about either lol

Which ocs believe in ghosts?

Lucy. She has a spirit raven as familiar.

Which oc pronounces it meh-meh instead of meme?

They all pronounce it as "meme".

Drop a fun fact about your oc!

Cyril: He was originally created as a rogue/mysterious miraculous wielder. I dropped that idea in favor of a more straight forward OC in the end.

Dark: He originally had a much different backstory. He originally was meant to be a completely black hedgehog and would have been mortally wounded. He would have been "reborn" through the Chaos Emeralds which would also have given him the purple elements of his fur.

Lucy: She was originally meant to go into a more antagonistic route in a Juliette-esque fashion (tho less brutal). Without a Trubel-ex machina.

Zero: This boy went through a thousand backstory changes that I will not go through now.

Nova: The idea for his creation came out of nowhere when I was outside with the dog.

Selene: She originally was named Asuka and had a more upbeat personality.

Raiden: His backstory and the fact that Merlin is his father came through a joke.

Etaine: As a supernatural being, she has a final form that is all cosmic and ballet styled.

If all your ocs were to get into a giant, mcu style fight, who would win?

Zero would win, given he's divinity. I think closest would be Lucy (as Lilith), Dark (super form) and Etaine (final form).

OC ASK GAME!

* indicates that the asker should mention a specific oc

which oc has the best sleep schedule? the worst sleep schedule?

which oc has never had their first kiss?

what oc has the best music taste? the worst music taste?

which oc can cook? what’s their favorite thing to cook?

what was an oc’s first slow dance song?*

which oc prefers to dip someone? to be dipped?

which oc has the most cohesive color pallet? the craziest color pallet?

which oc prefers flowing clothes? tight clothes?

what is one universe/story an oc would fit in to besides the one they live in?*

which oc is the biggest romantic?

what’s one canon character all of you ocs LOVE? one they all HATE?

what oc is the best at dealing with stress? how do they deal with it?

which oc drops the hydroflask in class?

which oc makes their bed every morning? which one thinks it’s a waste of time?

which oc has the most friends?

which oc has the most admirers?

which oc likes country music? which oc HATES country music?

which oc cried during the lion king and SWEARS they didn’t?

which oc has has the most lovers/flings/partners?

which oc gets crushes the easiest?

which oc is a lightweight? which oc carries them home?

which oc likes to read to their partner? which oc prefers being read to?

which oc dog ears pages? which oc thinks that’s an ABOMINATION?

which oc hates the taste of water?

which oc is the most practical?

what is your oc’s favorite art movement?*

which oc loves scary movies? which oc only watches them to cuddle?

which oc would start a podcast? what would it be about?

which oc would have a successful music career?

which oc dresses the best? the worst?

which oc got excited when taylor swift came back? which oc got excited when MRC came back?

which ocs believe in ghosts?

which oc has the most genre awareness? which oc has the least?

which oc is chronically online?

which oc pronounces it meh-meh instead of meme?

which oc has the best skin care routine?

which oc has the best handwriting? the worst?

drop a fun fact about your oc!*

who would be your ocs celebrity crush?*

if all your ocs were to get into a giant, mcu style fight, who would win?

[mistyycowoa]

5. What is your favorite color? 6. What’s your lucky number? 7. Do you have any pets? 8. Where are you from? 9. How tall are you? 10. What shoe size are you? 11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? 12. What was your last dream about? 13. What talents do you have? 14. Are you psychic in any way?

Purple

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No pets :(

Ehdgshgsh??? Don't wanna post this on the blog

I'm like. 156 cm or something last I checked (I think I'm maybe a cm taller or something)

I don't know my own shoe size lol

I own 6 pairs if you really push it (2 being for school, 2 being home slippers and 1 being crocs)

My last dream I don't remember, but I wasn't violent. Most dreams that I do remember are violent :3 (I write them down)

Talents? What's that o3o

Psychic? I mean. Only if you count me being paranoid and believing in spirits or something akin to that (I have weird things I do to not piss off the spirits in my home) (aka not trigger my own anxiety) (there are exceptions tho)

[darkbluestateofgrace]

Something abt the new icarly just feels so off to me idk what it is

[maydayprkr]

i did it.

I got tagged by someone who tagged me in 2013, hasn't been on here since 2020.

Rule 1: Post the rules. Rule 2: Answer all of the questions the tagger has asked, and then make 11 new ones. Rule 3: Tag 11 people and link them to your post. Rule 4: Let them know you’ve tagged them…

im not making any questions. im still to nervous to tag anyone even if its a joke. lmao. lol.

1.When’s your birthday? nov 23

2.What’s your favorite color? blue/pink

3.What’s your Zodiac sign? sagittaurius

4.Do you dress-up every year for Halloween? damn i wish

5.What’s your favorite show? idk. it changes.

6.How tall are you? 5'9" or 69 inches tall

7.What hand do you write with? right hand

8.What’s your favorite cereal? changes w cravings

9.What’s your favorite holiday? valentines day

10.Can you cook? yeah

11.Can you swim? no

  1. What year of school are you in? abt to get my bachelors... (this has given me a passage of time crisis btw, i was in middle school when i was tagged originally)

2. What is your favorite sport? soccer/football/whatever

3. Are you in a relationship/crushing on someone? no

4. Do you have any pets? cat.

5. What’s your favorite TV show? baby this was already asked.

6. Favorite movie(s)? changes

7. What is your favorite animal? turtles, frogs, birds

8. Who/what would you consider to be your spirit guide? we really asked this shit in 2013 huh

9. What TV/Movie character do you identify with most? oh buddy...

10. What is your favorite color? girlypop...

11.Why did you join tumblr? homestuck user, then it Progressed.

1.Do you have a Boyfriend/Girlfriend? no. makes the 3rd repeat help.

2.Would you rather prefer a Boyfriend or Girlfriend? lesbean

3.Do you have long hair or short hair? medium

4.Do you like to give people nicknames? would like too.... im shy

5.Are you a shy or outgoing person? shy, ignore above.

6.Do you wear socks or house shoes or both around the house? no. bad sensory reasons and also i slide

7. Do you want to get married? i literally dont care. would be nice tho

8.Do you want to have children? eh, adopt prolly

9. Do you like puns? yeah man

10.Are you a dog person or cat person? dog

11.Do you love the color of the sky? sure do brother

Now here's the questions that prev made :D

1. Do you like sporks or normal utensils better? what kind of question is this

2. If you could pick a team of four for the zombie Apocalypse who would you choose? fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you i hate this fuckin zombie shit man

3. Favorite beverage? wuhter

4. If you could be any animal what would it be? whatever sleeps the longest

5.Who do you pick when you play mario party/kart? :/

6. Lions or tigers? oh my... lion.

7. Do you like warm weather or cold weather? warm

8.How much sleep do you get on average? not enough

9. If you weren't on tumblr right now what would you be doing? should be sleeping

10. What is your dream career? teacher

11. What would you call your autobiography? tired, just. all the time.

looked up my 1st tumblr un and had no idea someone in 2013 tagged me in some get to know me answer post thing....... should i do it?

[sparkles-and-trash]

DabiHawks as parents headcanons ~

note: requested by anon a while ago, so sorry for being so slow! these are the kids in question, and this is sort of a warm up project for a multichaptered slice of life fic I'm gonna write on the subject, so this will focus on the first few years, and the upcoming fic will be more in depth and on the later years <3

so first of all, idk how the kids came to be exactly, but my go to is a quirk thing, and they were def a bit of a surprise

at first, Dabi was the one who was freaking the f out, while Keigo was keeping his spirits up and trying to stay positive for the both of them

but pretty quick Dabi is reminded that kids are pretty sturdy, and that he does actually remember more about babies and totts than he thought from being an older brother

Kiego, however, gets a bit of a rude awakening the first time he held the twins

He had never seen anything this tiny like how is he supposed to keep it alive?? And happy?? And help make them into good people?? He's not even sure he is a good person!

They come to realize they sorta even each other out tho, so they kinda work great together

The twins are fraternal, a boy and a girl, both have wings like Keigo, but their wings are mismatched, one red and one white, opposite of the other

The girl is name Haya, and the boy is Haruto, Haru for short

Just around when the kids have their second birthday, Keigo and Dabi are finally starting to feel like they're gaining back some sense of control, and then; the children starts goes airborne

Every time they run into someone they don't see as often who asks about the kids they're like "yeah, no, it's great, even tho there are two of them, and they are running now and grabbing things and oh, they can fly, so-"

Even tho things are chaotic they are loving it, they'd honestly probably be bored if things were too calm

Haru happens to have the same type of split hair as Shouto has, only with blonde and white, but he generally looks so much like Shouto did. at that age and sometimes it absolutely shatters Dabi's heart

He'll see Haru do something silly and childlike and be all happy and innocent and then he'd remember Shouto's crying and training and his own misplaced resentment of his brother, and he'll just have to call up his brother and ask him if he's eating enough, sleeping well, being safe of patrol and to make sure his boyfriend is being nice to him

Shouto is always a little confused, but he still appreciates the sentiment lol

Dabi is the type to always carry the kids around, even as they get older, and they often hang around his shoulders, one on his chest and one on his back

He's also the type to play a little rougher with them, throwing them around and holding them upside down and the kids adore it

Keigo is always running after them like a stressed mother bird

Haya gets into all kinds of spooky things really early, and Haru is terrified of it, so since Dabi also loves it, it becomes their little thing

Haru and Keigo will be in the other room watching Disney movies and sobbing lol

Keigo (not so) secretly loves dressing them up when they little, putting together their outfits is one of his favorite things to do

Even when they get older he'll keep a few pairs of shoes etc to look at and get emotional

They're both very much “as long as they know we love and support them no matter what they’ll be fine” kind of parents, and they both love it a lot more than they figured they would have before they had them <3

masterlist - ao3 - masterlist

[rainbirdsky]

Thinking about Season Symbols.

Readmore because (as with most things I post) I rambled and it got long.

Gratitude - a spiral. If you Google 'gratitude symbol' you get a lot of variations of this spiral. Unsure exact origin because most images are unsourced on Pinterest... But ye, seems the spiral is a symbol of gratitude.

Lightseekers - two hands held up to cup a circle that, presumably, resembles light. Seeking light. Always thought it looks a bit like antlers.

Belonging - interlocking diamonds! An unbroken chain, like the segments belong together. This symbol appears on some Elder clothing, like right on Ayin's chest, as well as appearing on some stone gates such as the one in the Hidden Forest social area. It actually pops up a lot in the world of Sky.

Rhythm - a snowflake. Probably just because the season was released in winter. I don't think the symbol relates to the idea of 'rhythm'. Feel free to correct me.

Enchantment - almost a horse-shoe with a star in the concave edge. Maybe a really rounded boat? A stylised anchor? I want to say it reminds me of a magic symbol or rune but I'm not sure which one. But if it is, that would make some sense for 'Enchantment'.

Sanctuary - thassa manta fam. Lotta those in Sanctuary. Seems straightforward enough.

Prophecy - hello Alef/Resh. This season does try to teach us about the rise of the Prince/King so this seems an obvious symbol.

Dreams - a colosseum with rising stars! Symbolises the specific dream of the Skater in Dreams.

Assembly - that's a fleur-de-lis, a recurring symbol in scouting organisations. Maybe mixed with a stylised campfire? The Spirits are scouts. I guess 'Season of Scouts' didn't sound right to TGC lol. They do be assembling tho.

So ye.

When it comes to the necklaces I think the Prophecy symbol is one of my faves just because of RP/character stuff with King Propaganda.