#there is a special place in hell for people that hate black women

[thegetdownrebooter]

The whites are turning on Caitlyn Clark for possibly being a democrat.

[thebearmage]

Reborn - Five Hargreeves x Dolores - Chapter Two

Rated 18+/Mature.

TW: Coercion, mention of sex, attempt at rape 

(Chapter One) (Chapter Two) (Chapter Three - coming soon)

Chapter Two - Fight or Flight

“Dotty, honey! We got another beer at table three,”

Dolores massages her temples behind the bar before turning to face one of the older women in Mr. Higgin’s establishment, Rosa, with a tight smile. 

“Got it, Rosa,”

Dolores returns to the tap, takes a glass, and fills the pitcher. She watches the golden liquid fill the glass, her thoughts running just as fast. 

Eleven months, two weeks, two days. That’s how long Dolores has been working at this shithole. Mr. Higgins kept his promise; he gave Dolores food, shelter, and a steady income of cash, but it was not enough, not by a long shot, for Dolores to get her own place. 

Dolores hated it, every goddamn second of it. Mr. Higgins was ‘kind’ enough to let Dolores stay on waitress and bartending duties unless asked for specifically by a client. Those nights were the worst. 

“Just lay there and look pretty,” Rosa told Dolores one night after she returned from her first night with a customer, “They don’t want a partner. They want a toy. So, be the toy and get them off so you can be done,”

Even with her little social knowledge, Dolores knew it was wrong. She felt like a doll again: manhandled, squeezed, told what to do and how to act. 

“I am a real person…I am a real person…I am a real person…I am a-”

Dolores’ thoughts are cut off by the feeling of the beer overflowing onto her hand; she quickly wipes everything down before carrying the drink to the table, trying not to trip.

Mr. Higgins forced all the women to wear skimpy outfits that barely covered anything. Dolores wore a white crop top over a black lace bra that everyone could see, tight jeans shorts, matching lace panties, and white Stiletto heels. 

Dolores had no idea how other women could walk in these hell shoes. 

Teetering slightly, Dolores makes it over to the table and serves the man his beer, but as she turns away, she feels a sharp smack right on her butt. 

“Hey!” She cries, angered, “What the fuck!?”

She turns to find him leering up at her in a very lewd and unashamed way.

“Oh, I’m sorry, sweetie. It just looked so appealing. Lighten up.”

Dolores feels her face twist into a scowl, but knowing this job was all she had, she holds back, actually biting her tongue to keep herself from talking. 

“Is that everything, gentlemen?” she says, trying hard to keep her face in check.

“Not quite,” said the man, “Why don’t you come and spend some time with me. All work and no play makes-” he squints at her nametag, “-Dot a dull girl.”

“No, thank you,” she says stiffly.

“Oh come on, girl,” The man bites his lower lip, “You’re asking for it, come on, spend a night with Daddy,”

Dolores tries not to vomit but lets her disgust show on her face, “Ugh, fucking gross,” she starts to walk away.

“Hey!” The man gets up, “I’m talking to you, bitch!”

Dolores turns around, “Yeah? Well, I’ve taken your order and served your drink, so this discussion is over,”

The man fumes, “Oh you fucking-” he reels his hand back to slap Dolores, but another hand stops her. Mr. Higgins.

“Now, now, son,” He grins, “Hands off the merchandise. I have a special customer looking forward to seeing her tonight; I don’t need that milky skin marked up now, do I?”

Dolores folds her arms over herself, tray under her arm, trying to seem smaller. Higgins didn’t value any of his workers as people; they were just pretty cash cows for him to exploit. He talked about the girls as if they were works of art for him to sell off to the highest bidder. Or, more accurately, pieces of meat.

“Go get ready, dolly,” Higgins orders Dolores, “Your man will be here soon,”

Dolly. That fucking nickname. Dolly or Doll. Dolores hated that name with a burning passion; just hearing it sent waves of fury curling in her gut. It takes all she has not to hit Higgins around the pudgy face with the tray in her hands. 

Though the thought has helped her sleep many nights. 

“Sure,” she responds, before walking away to get ready. 

By getting ready, she means taking everything but her bra and panties off and waiting for the guy in her room. It was so different from before, where he would wrap her up in layers of clothing to ensure she was warm, that she’d survive. Now, Dolores was actively removing her precious clothing to appease a man in almost the same way. 

“Wait, what guy am I even thinking about? When did this happen?” She shakes the thoughts away and reapplies her makeup before sitting on the bed. “You can do this. Just be the toy for a few hours, get the extra money, then go home,” Dolores tells herself, “Be the toy. Get the money. Be the toy, get the money,”

It doesn’t take long for the man to knock, and Dolores looks up, “Enter,”

The man was tall and older, maybe in his mid-40s, with graying black hair and brown eyes. He wore a three-piece suit and matching fedora. He looked fucking ridiculous, like a wannabe prohibition-era gangster. It amused Dolores as well as disgusted her. 

Dolores puts on her best fake smile and greets him, running a hand up his arm, “Heya, baby, how can I be of service tonight?” The man breathes a sigh of relief and instantly wraps his arms around Dolores's middle, “Oh baby, the list of things I wanna do to you tonight,” he whispers into her ear. Dolores could smell the beer and tobacco on his breath, “I got a list,”

Dolores giggles, “We’ll show me, mister, and we can discuss it,”

The man looks at Dolores, “Discuss? No, no, no, I’m doing all of these…” he pulls out a folded list and lets it fall open in front of Dolores’s face, “...to you tonight,”

Dolores scans the list, and the alarm bell rings in her head. Not even two words down, and she’s already seen one of her hard nos.

Anal Fisting 

“Oh fuck,” Dolores tries to smile again, “Baby, limits and boundaries must be discussed,” she laughs awkwardly, “Otherwise, I’m going to have to turn you away,”

The man’s grip on Dolores tightens, eyes full of lust due to her fear and smile predatory, “Did you not hear me, babe?” he asks, “I said ‘I’m doing all of this to you,”

He pushes Dolores backward, causing her to trip on her heels and sprawl out onto the bed, and she scrambles to get away, only for the man to grab her arm and force her under him. 

“Come on, baby, you’ll love it, I promise!”

“HIGGINGS!” Dolores screams, “HIGG-” The man claps his hand over Dolores’ mouth, “Shh, shh, shh. No, no, baby, we’re going to have fun,”

The man moves his free hand down to Dolores’ panties, and something within her…clicks. 

Without thinking, Dolores grabs one of her shoes and jams the heel right into the man’s ear. He cries out as blood spurts from the busted eardrum as Dolores rolls off the bed and onto the floor. 

“What the fuck!??” The man shouts, blood leaking through his fingers as he holds his ear, “You fucking psycho! You busted my ear!”

The man attacks again, but Dolores blocks his three hook punches before jabbing the man in the kidney once…twice…thrice before punching him square in the jaw.

The man drops like a rock, crumpling to the ground with Dolores standing over him with a bloody shoe. 

Hearing the commotion, Rosa bursts into the room, “What in the blazes is going on-”

She cuts herself off, seeing the prone man and Dolores. 

“Honey?”

Dolores was panting, her eyes wide as she stared at the man, the shoe, then back at him.

“What the hell…?” she mutters, sitting on the bed, “What the hell!?”

“Dotty, what happened!?” Rosa drapes a robe over her, “Did…did he try something?”

Dolores nods, “He tried…” she takes a harsh breath to keep the tears from spilling, “...he tried to rape me, Rosa,”

Rosa gasps softly, “Oh baby,” she hugs Dolores, and the younger woman breaks down in her arms, sobbing into her shoulder. 

The other girls, hearing Dolores’ sobs, come in and crowd around, one sitting on Dolores’ other side and rubbing her back. Rosa mouthing the word ‘rape’ to them had them all gasping in horror. 

They all start whispering encouragement and comfort to Dolores, one girl gently petting her hair while another rubs her back. They all stayed with her until her sobs turned to sniffles. 

One goes to get Mr. Higgings, and the unconscious man is dragged out. Another makes tea, and the girls stay with Dolores. They talk about random things—how their day was, comments about the men who remained at the bar too long—until Dolores is ready to speak. 

Dolores tells them the story, all of it: him coming onto her, her saying no, him insisting, throwing her on the bed. 

“It’s like I…snapped,” Dolores holds her head, “I just…suddenly knew what to do,”

“Maybe it was an old memory springing forth,” Jenny, a waitress, says, “You said you lost your memory, right?”

Dolores nodded, remembering the cover story she had told the girls when it became clear that Dolores didn’t know things that would typically be common knowledge. 

“Maybe you were some kickass cop-in-training or something,” Cassy, the bartender who’d initially served Dolores her first night, comments, smiling, “That would be cool!”

Dolores, despite knowing it wasn’t true, laughs, “Yeah, maybe,” she sighs, “I just hate when I’m forced to be a toy for them,” Dolores rests her chin on her hand, “I’m not…into it, as one would say,”

Jenny thinks for a moment, “Dotty, have you ever considered being on top?”

“Top?” Dolores sniffs, “Top of what?” Cassy laughs, “Top of others, silly! You know women don’t always bottom, right? Why not be the one who's in control? That way, you could hit men - which you're clearly good at - AND they'd pay you for it,”

“Yeah, yeah!” The second bartender, Myra, adds, “Oh my god, Dotty. That’d be perfect for you! You seem to do better when you’re in control, and I know quite a few men who love being dominated by women,”

Dolores looks around, seeing that all the women agree, “But I…I wouldn’t know how…I’ve never,”

“Oh girl, no one does it at first,” Cassy scoffs, “Here, little secret…” she leans in as if to whisper, hand by her mouth, “I moonlight at a club…” she pauses as if looking for eavesdroppers, “...a sex club, downtown! They cater to all kinds of people there! I bet one of their experts can teach you a thing or two! Maybe you can even get a job!”

Dolores feels hope surge in her chest, “...Really?”

Cassy hits her arm, “Yeah, girl! Tell you what, I'll get you an interview, and then you can hook the rest of us up when you get the green,” Cassy cheekily rubs her fingers together, “Deal?”

Dolores nods, beaming, “Deal!”

The girls squeal and all hug her, Rosa looking at the group fondly. 

»»————　★　————««

Dolores walks briskly down the city streets, dressed in the attire Cassy helped her pick out. She hasn’t said anything to Higgins in case this doesn’t work out. 

Dolores was nervous; she’d never done an interview before. The girls helped her practice, but it became clear Dolores knew nothing, so they had to run her through standard social practices. 

The only thing they told her to do was be there early. Her interview was at three p.m., and it was currently two forty. She would have to sprint to get there at least ten minutes early. 

Dolores was in such a rush that she didn’t notice when she ran smack-dab into a man. His coffee, luckily, only hit the concrete instead of their clothes. 

“Shit!” he curses, backing up, “Watch it!”

Dolores pants, looking at the man. He was shorter, with black hair that fell over his green eyes, “I’m so sorry. I wasn’t looking. I…”

Dolores looks around to see the C.I.A. building right next to them. The man has clearly started walking up the stairs, crossing her path. 

“Oh fuck, I ran into a C.I.A agent,” she curses herself, “I’m so sorry, I have an interview and I…”

The man holds out his hand, “It’s okay,” he smiles politely, “I have one today, too. I get it,”

Dolores gets a better look at the man. His hair was shorter but just tickled his nape in a way that said he was growing it out. He wore a three-piece dark gray suit with a white button-down. He had a sharp, handsome jawline and a slightly hooked nose, and he was looking at her with a little line between his furrowed eyebrows. His posture was professional and tall, speaking wonders about his confidence.

Dolores smiled, “He’s kinda cute,” she couldn’t help but think before shaking it off, “I’d offer to get you another, but I really have to go,”

The man shakes his head, still smiling, “No need. Good luck, by the way,”

“You too,” Dolores smiles before brushing past him, “Have a good day!”

The man starts up the stairs, sending her a wave. Dolores hurries the remaining block before reaching the building.  It was a giant black house with a rather intricate staircase leading to giant black wooden doors. It looked odd with the city buildings on either side, but Dolores liked it. 

With a shaking hand, she knocks on the door. After a moment of waiting, a younger man with bleached white hair, eyeliner, a band T-shirt, black skinny jeans, and Converse opens the door. 

“Dolores Smith?” he asks, smiling when Dolores nods, “Alright! Come on in!”

Dolores takes a breath before stepping inside, following him, “Here we go,”

[dykeulous]

about me.

hello! i am apollo and i am aspiring to be an author and an activist someday. i come from a small, underdeveloped “post-socialist” country. i hope my blog will be helpful to everyone, and i try to be as open-minded on most topics as i can be. this is how i would describe myself:

i am a butch lesbian with heavy sex (& social) dysphoria. i would refer to myself as transmasc, and i am still very much trans-identified, as dysphoria has caused me much trouble over my formative years, and it has been making my life a true agonizing hell :)). i approach trans issues with sensitivity and criticism. i try my best not to be black-and-white about things; and i always try to be well-informed before speaking on anything. i love gender acceleration, and i would describe my views as gender critical. i am explicitly anti-racist, anti-capitalist & anti-imperialist. my views align with marxist feminism/proletarian feminism & radical feminism– which is why i would describe myself as a dual system feminist. my analysis & beliefs come from dialectical materialism, rather than idealism, which is why i’ve found myself in opposition with most trans rights activists. i am for abolishing the prison system, and i believe rehabilitation should be the goal, rather than punishment. drug addicts & recovering addicts have a special place in my heart ❤️‍🩹. i’m not vegan, but i appreciate & love all my ecofeminist sisters: i try my best to be vocal about animal liberation & climate activism. i believe the bpd diagnosis is being hyper-sold to female people, and this is because of medical misogyny & institutional sexism– it is being used as new age female hysteria. oh, and i’m also autistic. i love autistic women, and i wholeheartedly want to smash medical misogyny whenever i see how my neurodivergent sisters are being treated. 🇵🇸 FROM THE RIVER TO THE SEA PALESTINE WILL BE FREE!!!

my special interest is gender abolition (i’m very very passionate about this!!!) and marxist politics. my current hyperfixations are harry potter (i’m a slytherin 🐍), greek mythology & mlp. i unironically use the word kinnie; my highest kins are severus snape, twilight sparkle and diane nguyen. i love punk rock music, and i love riot grrrl. ask me about ww2, i used to be very hyperfixated on it last year– i reviewed a lot of ww2-themed movies critically & pointed their historical revisionism out. i am a slavic patriot by heart, and will punch a westerner who chooses to ignore our beautiful history. tito, lenin, che guevara, rosa luxemburg apologist. also i’m very interested in soviet history (the night witches are so fascinating!!), north korean culture & cuban cuisine.

if you wish to block me, go ahead. if you don’t, cool. i don’t block people, i allow a wide range of people to interact, and quite frankly, i think dni lists are useless. won’t hold back if you’re going to attack me. will engage in respectful arguments, and also will engage in disrespectful arguments, with the same energy you give me.

check out @pokegyns! it’s a group blog modded by nuancefem discord server members, owned by our precious pikalay @tirfpikachu.

links to some of the posts of mine i find quite useful for people who are going to hate-scroll through my blog, and also for people who are interested in radical feminism, but are scared we’re a hate group.

1. Intersex People, Transitioned Trans Women & Transitioned Trans Men

Are Trans Women Privileged?; Gender Socialization & Transmisogyny, Transmisogyny & Transandromisogyny

Intersectionality Is Key: Our Issues Intersect, but They Differ

2. Feminist Praxis & Tactics: Separatism VS Proletarian Feminism; My Personal Critique of Radical Feminism

3. Transmedicalists VS Queer Theorists; Transmedicalism: The Sexism, Racism, and Classism

4. Listen to Dysphoric Voices

5. What Is Gender?; Gender Acceleration

6. The Word “Cis”

#ftminism is a tag i use to talk & ramble about transmasc-specific [or transmasc-adjacent] struggles that i feel can be connected to feminism in one way or another. i also sometimes tag transmasc positivity with this.

*Thread: Transness and Radical Feminism Can Coexist*

[dontdodrugs-dome]

Interview gone wrong

Jack x gf/bsf reader

“ So Jack I heard there’s a special someone in your life ” I heard the interviewer Sarah tell Jack , now don’t get me wrong I’m not a jealous type at all but I can tell when someone is trying to get with Jack and it’s quite frankly the most annoying thing .

“Yes my Bestfriend since 2nd grade aka the love of my life Y/n , she’s amazing I wish people would get to know her more as a person because she’s nothing like the internet tries to claim her as .” Jack says I couldn’t help but smile but clearly the interviewer didn’t like that response because the second he started smiling at the mention of me her smile dropped.

“I mean you can’t blame them , to be fair you are dating a nigger ” she says with a smile , the smile that was once on my face turned into a sad smile I knew people hated me but I never heard someone talk bad about me while I’m standing by them .

Jack sat up in his seat with his eyebrows raised “excuse me ? ” he starts getting angry and you could see it , I could only hold back tears urban seen me trying to hold it together and immediately came to my side hugging me and telling me it’s gonna be okay Jack gonna handle it .

“ I mean look at her she’s black she’s not the prettiest if you asked me an- ” Jack cut her off immediately “and you are ? I have a bad eye and even I know that she’s the most beautiful woman I ever seen you don’t even come close to her beauty nor charisma, you are a nobody act like it ” .

"I think I’m done with this interview ” he says to the crew , Sarah was left clearly stunned at his response he got up out of his seat and walked towards me and all three of us left Jack of course holding on to me while I try not to cry until we get into the van where the rest of PG were waiting until the interview was done .

As soon as we reached the car I immediately started sobbing in jack’s chest I know I might seem weak but I never thought that I would see the day where I get called the n word in front of a thousand crew members it was so embarrassing , at the sight of me crying neelam immediately asked “what happened?!? ” urban explained to her what happened while Jack took me to the back so we can talk .

“ baby she don’t know what she’s talking about you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on , ever since 2nd grade I knew you were going to be mines one day there can be a room full of women and I’ll pick you , you are my best friend , don’t worry about what other low lives think , I know you are a good person and that’s all that matters ” .

He finish while stroking my cheeks wiping away all the tears I smile at him “it’s you and me against the world mamas ” he said while interlocking our pinkies he kissing my nose which made me laugh “there’s that beautiful smile” he says staring into my eyes “I love you baby ” I say “ I love you more stink ”

“OH HELL NO ” we heard neelam scream

“Welp looks like someone about to lose their job ” i say while laughing , out the window you can see all of PG walking into the building where the interview was taking place they all look heated “I mean we got the van to ourselves why not use this time wisely ” i squealed as Jack throw me over his shoulder .

[folk-enjoyer]

HI YOUR BLOG MAKES ME SO GOD DAMN HAPPY AND EXCITED JUST TO KNOW THAT ITS SOMEONE’S SPECIAL INTEREST!!!!

I was raised on folk music in a Midwest-focused old time community and this was one part of myself that I could never relate to any of my peers outside of the scene, so just finding one out in the wild is super super exciting and validating thank you for your service!!!! o7

Yay! i kinda made this blog for a similar reason! most blogs that talk about folk music between the 40s-70s usually focus on Bob Dylan, Simon & Garfunkel and Joni Mitchell etc. AND I do love those artists as well (except for Joni Mitchell sorry folk lovers I do not get that one) but my interests have always steered way more towards old country and 30s-40s traditional folk. ESPECIALLY Woody Guthrie. the only people who have my music taste are usually those in their 80s which is cool but I do feel really lonely about it sometimes. music is so important to me and I cannot relate to anyone usually!

Anyway I noticed the only folk song blogs were only Bob Dylan focused (valid I am not hating) or had stopped posting in 2013. And I have this problem where if I don't talk about folk music for at least an hour I will explode. So instead of subjecting my beloved friends and family to constant rants about how Burl Ives is a treacherous dog and Josh White DESERVES BETTER, I decided to make a Tumblr blog about it.

and there's another problem. the only informal places that talk about traditional folk music are overwhelmingly dominated by cishet white guys. This is a problem in academia as well (to a lesser degree), its awful. The advancements and roots of black folk music and women performers are overlooked and understated. Hell Elizabeth Cotten was a genius and she certainly isn't talked about as a revolutionary artist of country and folk in mainstream spaces, which she absolutely was. It isn't even just the undervaluing of artists and genres like Blues; it is the underlying idea that folk and country music isn't for marginalized people. As a disabled, intersex, transgender, butch, Jewish person, I am not made to feel welcome in online and in-person spaces for mainstream folk and country.

I HATE THIS! folk music is music for the people by the people. folk music is the songs we hear our parents sing to us when we are little. Folk music is the music we play with others to pass the time. folk music is the beat of feet hitting the floor as we dance with our crushes, our friends, and our family. folk music is the beating heart of history and it belongs to everyone.

anyway, I grew up in a rural western state, and folk and country music have always been really important to me. I'm happy that other people have the same the same special interests :D and I'm super glad that you enjoy my blog.

[beevean]

Honestly that callout is the inevitable end of what we already mentioned abt nfcv criticisms:

-Loud annoying fucks make obvious racism fueled criticism of n!Annette

-Fandom considers this to be the sum of nfcv critics

-You n other fellas make criticism of n!Annette based on how her character was adapted, her story arc, interactions, etc

-"You're so racist n misogynistic!!!" Dogpiling

And you did acknowledge the unfair backlash against her in good faith and if ppl had disagreements it could be like "nah i dont agree bc x and i think you're being insensitive abt y bc z". Hell, if i got told i said something insensitive i'd rectify and apologize but nope. You're a bigot now congratulations :/

And (and im gonna get a bit political here sorry for that) forever gonna hate how nocturne made me have to speak abt all the nuances of the french revolution bc it is true that France was and is an imperialistic country w racism issues, but said history and issues can't be reduced into "white men bad, rich bad, 21th century 'murica politics" (specially considering how this is an Usamerican show, aka imperialistic country w racism issues that casually has France's politics on a leash lol)

It's all so annoying I just want a good adaptation of the funny beat up Dracula games

Pd: one of the things i like abt nocturne is her redesign lol. It doesn't has anything to do w the og but it's very good looking👍

Yeah, I knew I would be brushed off as one of those genuinely racist people whose criticism of Annette begins and ends with "MUH POLITICS, MUH WOKE" without knowing shit about history or even being a fan of the games. It's still annoying :V I always, always pointed out that those people exist and they have poisoned the conversation too much. But no, scream to me about how black women deserve to be in fandoms I guess. Yeah, I know. Good thing I didn't target you, isn't it.

And as other people have pointed out in the nothes, NFCV is genuinely all sorts of -ist and -phobic, there was a huge post that blew up about the blatant antisemitic implications of a "vampire cabal" owning all the slaves, so if you really want to play white savior, the show you're defending has plenty of material already :^)

And yes. I know this is going to sound like those MUH WOKE people, but I swear I don't mean it in the same way: Castlevania is not the franchise that should deal with real life politics. Not the games, nor the show. It's about humans vs. vampires. It has always been about human vs. vampires, or any sort of monster. Yes, N!Isaac had a past of slavery, but 1) it was highly historically inaccurate, since NFCV takes place before the Transatlantic Slave Trade and slaves in that area tended to be European, 2) it was still lowkey racist, as if black people can only be slaves, as if Isaac doesn't have already an in-built backstory of being persecuted for his powers, and 3) it was, at the end of the day, an insignificant factor of NFCV's lore. It justified one antagonist's misanthropy. It wasn't the literal core of the show. Nothing about the original show, let alone the damn games, would lead me to think "mmh, I sure would love to see important, complex historical events played out in this setting!".

(N!Annette is very cute, I concur lol. A much better design than N!Isaac. I appreciate that she's dressed in yellow like the original Annette :>)

[m00nz-artpad]

A NEW CHALLENGER HAS APPEARED

Introducing the remakes of Edna Jade and Tronweryon (aka Zephyr)

General info on Edna Jade:

"Edna Jade is a literal dead woman walking. Edna died from a violent attack from her ex-boyfriend. A demon named Zephyr (Tronweryon) comes to her in the afterlife to give her a second chance... and the ability to kill her ex."

Edna is titled "The Dead Woman Walking" by the media. She has committed a long string of murders on exclusively terrible people; abusers, molesters, rapists, violent homophobes, and other very awful people. Despite many of her crimes being seen as "justice" by a small group of netizens and civilians, most claim her to be a highly violent induvial who must not be approached - including the police and media at wide. She, however, possesses very special abilities given by her mostly unseen companion, Tronweryon. Her main goal is to hunt down her ex-boyfriend, Jared, and kill him. However, having learned of her miraculous resurrection, he knows she's after him and constantly eludes her. Her story "Dead Woman Walking" follows her story as she hunts down her abuser and murderer, all while getting in touch with many... strange folks. As well as finding love in an unexpected ally.

Description of Edna:

Edna is a 5'3" 24 year old woman with curly brown hair that's kept relatively short and olive green eyes. She has a tanned complexion and noticeable stitches on her face, neck, and her arms. She has more stitches on her chest, stomach and even her upper right thigh. Even though Tronweryon can heal most if not all of her wounds, he can't heal bad external injuries. For example, if she were to be stabbed in the stomach and cut open, he can heal the internal wounds but not really the external. However, the wounds can be healed if the skin is touching, and she later finds that if she's able to sort of hold a wound closed then Tron can do the rest. She even comments on how stupid it is. Edna also has a tattoo on her right shoulder of a beautiful rose, and it's never explained by Edna why she got it or if it has any meaning whatsoever. Edna often as a much more goth meets emo sort of style, wearing mostly black and other muted colors and always wearing her old leather jacket she used to wear in high school.

General info on Tronweryon:

"A terrifying and uncanny demon who is essentially Edna's protector. He's sarcastic, funny, and a bit of a dick, but deep down cares about Edna and hates everyone else."

Tronweryon is a well-known demon of Hell. A creature that sort of takes the place of Lilith in Edna's story, being a demon that essentially protects young women being preyed upon by terrible people. He's the only known demon to have fought Zalgo and won. He's an ancient demon, being known as one of the first created by Lucifer upon his decent to Hell after being cast down by God, however Tronweryon has deep care for humans, specifically the innocent. With Edna, he helps her on her journey to hunt down Jared and aid her in killing him, and along the way comes to see her as his only true friend as he realizes that there's more to the broken woman than he once thought. That alone causes him to decide to stay with Edna when this is all over, instead of leaving her with the powers he's gifted her as he once had planned... he's also canonically gay. It's not a big part of his character, but it's still canon.

Description of Tronweryon:

Tron stands at about nine feet tall. He's mostly a black mass taking the crude form of a very thin and malnourished man. His arms and legs are extremely long and both have claws which glow with a strange orange glow, same his eyes which are wide and unblinking. He has no mouth, yet can speak without issue and has very long horns protruding from his head that also have orange glowing tips. He has a human form which he can shapeshift into (implying that he doesn't even need to possess a human) and this form is 6'5" with long black slicked back hair, porcelain skin, glowing orange eyes, and always always dressed in a black suit with either an orange or red tie. He only takes this form after he leaves Edna as a host when she's strong enough and the powers he's given her are truly her own and not a product from his existence in her body, becoming her physical constant companion and essentially her "scary dog privileges".

As stated above, I am fully rewriting Edna's story and creating her into a new character from what I had initially made her. When I first created Edna, she was this "ooh edgy because cool" character because... well, I was 14 and thought that was cool. And while Edna is still edgy, she's nowhere near the one-note "murder anyone who does anything that could be considered remotely bad" character I once made her. She now has a motive and a reason for existing. Also, the relationship between Edna and her demon friend wasn't in the original story. Zephyr WAS Edna in the original story. Edna's soul was long gone after Zephyr took host of her body.

Dead Woman Walking also rewrites famous Creepypasta characters such as Jeff the Killer, Jane the Killer, Eyeless Jack, Slenderman, The Rake (kinda??? but also not really), and even Liu Woods. Unfortunately, Homicidal Liu doesn't exist in DWW. He's instead just a traumatized 20-something who is struggling with the immense trauma that Jeff put him though and is kinda inspired by Pastra's awesome depiction of Liu in his rework of Jeff the Killer.

Also; Eyeless Jack is just chill like that, dude. Edna and Jack kinda sorta become allies in the story. I won't explain how, but it's kinda hilarious + Jane and Edna are besties because I fucking said so and God will have to rip this laptop from my cold dead hands to make me not make these two girlbosses be best friends.

(and yes. I will eventually draw Tron's human form because he's a sexy bitch and deserves to be loved and cherished for what he is, thank you very much.)

[themoonsbride]

hey love, i have an idea for fluff with peter<3 so, reader is one of the numbers at the lab (she's an adult ofc) and peter is her boyfriend, but dr brenner doesn't know about their relationship. and one day when they're all in the training room reader gets hurt because of 002' power and peter is furious 🥵 and when brenner tells him to take reader to the nursery room to take care of her peter promises her that he won't let anyone hurt her again<3

yes of course, how do people come up with these they're so creative and cute like wth?!

Promises .

summary; Reader gets injured from 002 during training, making her secret boyfriend Peter extremely pissed and escorts reader to her room and promises it won't ever happen again.

warnings; none really just the reading getting slammed against the wall LMFAOOO

requested; yes

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007 was always somewhat of an outcast when it came to the other lab subjects. Probably because you were almost 20 and Brenner was refusing to let you become an orderly whenever you asked, which wasn't very often because she feared him knowing how powerful and destructive he can be towards someone.

But you did have someone who kept you company, who made your days brighter inside that wretched labrotory. Peter. He was always there to pick you up when you fell, which was quite often thanks to 002, what a bitch. You never quite understood what the hell 002' problem was with you.

It seemed like he hated you ever since you got there, or maybe he was jealous of you. Because you had potential, Brenner could see it in your eyes that your powers could change the world one day and that they just needed some enhancing. You never really understood what any of it meant because you've never had super powers before, and it was somewhat scary to think about, but it was also exciting too. Maybe he was jealous because Brenner took a liking in you, or because you were allowed to have your long hair still. Because you were allowed to keep your dirty black converse, Because you had something he never would,

A normal childhood.

You tried not to think about it too much, 011 seemed to like you though. She was sweet though she wasn't much talkative. She liked how your clothes were different than the rest of them, How 'Papa' as she called him, let you wear black leggings and a white t-shirt since they didn't have any gowns in a size women's, because because the subjects were teenagers and had their gowns specially made. You were relieved honestly, you'd be terribly embarrassed if Peter saw you wearing one of those lifeless gowns everyday.

But even if you did he wouldn't have cared. He didn't like you for your clothes, he liked your personality and admired how you could handle certain situations between the lab kids, how you'd defend Eleven or would distract her when 002 and his gang would glare at you and her nastily.

Right now, you and Eleven were building a puzzle together at one of the empty tables. You were trying to focus but just couldn't help but feel like someone's eyes were drilling holes into you, You looked over at 002 and his members, but saw that they were doing the marble maze and seemed pretty damn focused too. Your expression went from stern to extremely confused and tried to look around without it being obvious.

006, 013, and 016 were all building blocks together, there were some that were chasing cars on the floor, others were doing different activities around the room, You checked the clock feeling anxious and becoming paranoid. It was only 9:32, Lessons didn't start for almost another half hour.

"Seven." Eleven spoke, making you jump as you turned to look at her with your eyes widened

"W-what?" You said still feeling somewhat on edge, who the hell was staring at you right now and why?

"Your turn." She said as she looked at all the scattered unsolved cardboard pieces, you picked up a few and tried to match to the one that She'd just placed, after a few moments you'd figured it out and snapped them together.

You looked in the mirror on the wall, There was 2 orderly in the room, one of them you didn't know, and Peter.

'Peter!' you thought feeling stupid for not realizing it was your own boyfriend who was staring at you, you shifted your vision from the mirror to your blond lover as he tried to hide his smile as he watched you finally figure out it was him who'd been admiring your from afar.

You slowly started to smile, but Eleven waved her hand infront of your face.

"Seven." She said again, her voice as soft as a cloud like always, you looked at her chocolate eyes and she pointed down to the puzzle.

"Your turn." And with that, you started looking through the pieces again. At some point, other kids stood at the table to see what the image would've became, though it was already on the box, it was a rainbow. (duh)

But that was when Brenner walked in through the double doors, causing you to jump a first.

"Goodmorning Children." Brenners voice echoed and bounced off of the walls of the rainbow room, all the other children started to line up in their number order spots, as they all replied in sync, "Goodmorning Papa."

You were the only one who did not join along in returning the greeting. You hated Brenner because of how controlling and powerful he was and the punishments he'd give to his former workers. It made you sick to your stomach and somewhat glad you weren't an orderly, yet.

You only wanted to work as one so you'd get to spend more time with Peter, You were necessarily allowed to be talking to him inside the rainbow room, or that much if even at all for that matter. But he'd sneak into your room every couple of nights every 2 weeks, and it was nice. He was nice. Not just verbally nice towards you but he was nice to look at too, His clothes were never wrinkled and were always perfect without a singular stain in sight, his hair was always styled the same. Sometimes you wondered what it would look like wet, if it would be straight, or super curly, or even just wavy. If his hair was naturally styled like that or if he parted his hair a certain way and combed it out in certain parts, or even used hair gel.

You never asked because you were still pretty shy around him with certain things, but you were slowly warming up to him more and more and becoming comfortable with being your true authentic self around him, and he loved it.

As you all exited the rainbow room, Brenner and the 2 orderly from the rainbow room had lead everyone down a few halls before entered a room that was grey all over, there was a mirror on the wall in this room as well. but it wasn't as big and had a slight black tint to it. All the Subjects lined up to the back wall as Brenner held out what seemed like a stick, and started to trace a circle around himself with white chalk, held at the end of the stick.

"Today, we'll be playing a game, different from our usual ones." He spoke as he exited the circle towards the left side of the room, and began walking across from it.

"The rules are very simple. Stay inside of your circle, and if you leave your circle, you've lost." He said, rising to his normal hight and looking at all the subjects, a smile displayed onto his lips.

"The last person, to be standing inside their circle, will earn an extra hour of free time, in the rainbow room." He announced as he moved his way to the middle of the room. somewhat afar from both circles incase any incidents occurred.

"Even though, you will be competing against one another, do not veiw this any differently than any of our regular tests." He said as all the subjects looked at eachother with eager smiles, determined to win, competitiveness coursing inside their veins enhancing their powers.

"If you allow anger. or any other emotion, to invade your mind during this process, I can promise you, that you will lose. Is that understood?" He spoke as he pointed at 002 and 006 for them to step forward into their circles.

They had their blindfolds tied on by Peter and the other orderly in the room as all the children agreed in sync with Brenner.

"Yes Papa." echoed off the tiled walls by all the subjects, all except for one. You.

You looked at the others subconsciously, they all seemed confident and determined, how could they possibly feel that way when 002 was the first one up there? it was guaranteed by now that none of them would win.

Brenner should've just told 002 straight forward that he gets an extra hour in the rainbow room, this was a waste of time. They could've been doing something different instead of this stupid test, like testing how well they handle being inside of the tank, or trying to lit up the bulb ring. But no, instead they were competing against eachother.

You felt anxiety creep up onto your nerves and it sent shivers down your spine as you watched 006 get tripped over and knocked onto his own ass. It caused you to jump, it seemed like a lot of things in this place made you jump. You were never like that before, it was probably because you didn't have to live in fear anymore. Now you did, and you lived in paranoia as well, there was a camera in almost every room and hallway, you were always constantly being watched and it felt creepy that there was no sense of trust in this place.

"005" Brenner yelled out, snapping you out of your thoughts as 005 entered the chalk circle across from 002 as Peter walked up and tied on their blindfold. 005 ended up going crashing down too beneath their own feet.

Each subject that went up against 002, all ended up on the floor, he seemed to have gone easy on everyone, which made you feel uneasy, was he waiting for you to go up so he could embarress you? so he could do the most damage towards you? Everyone seemed to have just simply slipped, it seemed like it barely even hurt.

What in the hell could 002 have possibly had in mind for your failure?

You tried to distract yourself by looking at Peter, but he didn't seem to feel your staring and he ended up looking everywhere but you. How great, that's just what you needed right now, but maybe it was because he was just as nervous as you were. And that thought alone only made you feel worse.

There were some that were tripped far back enough for their backs to have hit the wall, but it still wasn't much. The next thing you knew, Brenner was calling your number.

"Seven." Brenner announced as you anxiously walked up, your hands trembling and clamy, your feet unsteady. You entered the circle across from Two as Peter walked up behind you and tied on your blindfold.

"Good luck." He whispered low enough only for you to hear, still standing behind you normally, his breathe sent shivers down your arms and up your spine as you bit the inside of your cheeks to not smile. You heard his footsteps start to distance and felt yourself freaking out mentally, as you tried to calm down Brenner interrupted your train of thought again.

"Begin." He said sternly, As you tried to feel your powers through your veins and nerves, you felt 002' powers push against you, as you straightened your feet and planted them firmly onto the ground. Your breathing was shaky as you tried to think of a memory to help strengthen your powers.

You thought about the day he first spoke to you, how youd gotten along well, how you noticed him days before he noticed you, or so you thought. He noticed your beauty the first day you were officially able to be inside the rainbow room, how you were different. and not just by your apperance, but he could just tell you were different and unique.

Though the memory was sweet and you thought about it every once in awhile, it didn't help much, infact it made you weak in the knees and butterflys hatch into your stomach which actually made things alot worse.

As you tried your hardest to fight off 002, you failed. He slammed your body as hard as he possibly could against the wall as well as making you hit your head. You yelled in pain as all the other subjects watched in awe. Brenner felt impressed with 002 and didn't seem to have too much care for your well being at that moment.

Peter however, he was absolutely furious with 002. He knew he did that on purpose, how he barely even used his powers against the other subjects, including Eleven surprisingly, and then slammed your body against the wall? It truly felt like his blood was boiling as his soft blue eyes turned ice cold and dark.

Brenner turned his body so he was half facing Peter. "Mr.Ballard please escort Seven to the nurses office." He simply nodded as you stood, your entire body trembling as you took off your blindfold. Tears were streaming down your cheeks, your eyes and lips puffy and your nose as red as a tomatoe. You reached for Peter's hand as he helped you walk out of the testing room and started heading towards your bedroom instead.

"I-it hurts!" You cried out in pain as your entire body ached and swelled. You hated this place with every fiber inside your body and wished you'd eventually be able to escape.

"I know, I know I'm sorry Y/n." He soothed, his voice soft as snow and his blood as hot as the sun. You both approached your bedroom door with the number '007' engraved into it on a metal slab. Peter pulled out the key from his pocket it and it rattled inside the door knob as he opened the door.

He brought you inside and closed it behind the two of you and immediately pulled you close and held you in his arms as you cried. He tangled his fingers into your soft locks and did the best he could to help you calm down.

"Shh, shh it's okay." He hushed and whispered to you. "Shh, you're alright now, you're safe." Your cries started to die down and all you wanted to do was sleep and hope to wake up back inside your old bed at your old home. Wishing this was all just a bad dream and that this place never existed.

"I promise you, Y/n, no one will ever hurt you again." He whispered into your ear before helping you lay down in bed, and stayed there with you until you were able to fall asleep.

[newsnigeria]

Kemi Badenoch forgets to Mention the Anglo-Saxon barbarism and that London remains the world's capital for money laundering - Femi Fani-Kayode

Kemi Badenoch's living hell - FFK "I don't want this country to turn into the one I ran away from"- Kemi Badenoch MP. The Right Honorable Kemi Badenoch MP, former Minister of Women and Equalities of the United Kingdom, and the newly-elected leader of the British Conservative Party deserves to be tarred and feathered for the sort of things she says about Nigeria. Apart from her insulting categorisations about Northern Nigerian Muslims, which I shall come to later in this contribution, this woman had the impudence to describe Nigeria, her country of origin, as a "living hell", a place where she had to "walk one mile to get running water" and a country where "lizards run out of the taps!" She constantly launches heavy salvos against the Nigerian people and our ruling elites including politicians, legislators, members of the Judiciary, and those that are in the private sector calling us thieves and labeling us as being corrupt and inept. She snubbed the Federal Government on two occasions by ignoring them when they attempted to reach out to her through Mrs. Abike Dabiri-Eweka, President Bola Tinubu's Special Advisor on the Diaspora, which provoked the latter to say that she was yet "to find the Nigerianess in her". As far as Kemi Badenoch is concerned Nigeria is a land of demons whilst the UK is a nation of angels. She forgets that the country that she lives in has a long history of corruption, looting, and barbarism and that London remains the world's capital for money laundering.

Again, unlike the UK, Nigeria is not supporting the holocaust in Gaza and is not complicit in the genocide that has been unleashed on the Palestinians. Sadly some of our people have not only applauded her for her offensive sentiments but have also become her loudest cheerleaders. I suspect that those that do this may well be suffering from a disease known as "Stockholm syndrome". This affliction causes its victims to fall in love with their oppressors. It compels them to cultivate an affection for those who seek to place them in servitude and who treat them with contempt. The victims of this malaise are masochists whilst Badenoch herself is the female version of Marquis De Sade, the world's most notorious sadist. Her Nigerian cheerleaders have a chip on their shoulders. They are unpatriotic and have no honor. No matter how much she pisses on the graves of our heroes past and defecates on our flag they continue to worship her. This is pitiful. It is a reflection of their malevolent disposition towards their own country and their low self-esteem. We may have issues as a nation but we must never support those that denigrate our country for political gain. Kemi sold her soul to the right wing of the British Tory party and sought to put to shame the land of her forefathers just to become their leader. Nothing can be more despicable than that. I have seen many attempts to rationalise her insolence and none make any sense. Loving those who hate you and consider you to not only be their inferior but also sub-human, in my view, is not a virtue but a vice. The demonisation of our country should not be a pre-requisite to winning a leadership contest of a political party in a foreign land and if it is one cannot expect any self-respecting Nigerian to applaud it. Her victory in the contest for the leadership of the UK's Conservative party does not in any way ameliorate my disgust and repugnance for her or the foul stench that trails her wherever she goes. She reminds me of the creature that the black American leader, Malcom X, described as "a house n*gger". In order to comprehend her self-loathing and reprehensible mindset I urge those who are interested to read the "black" French writer Franz Fanon's book titled "Black Skin, White Mask". The author had the likes of Badenoch in mind when he compiled this insightful masterpiece.

Kemi is a vile, cunning, dangerous, and willing tool of the colonialists, neo-colonialists, and imperialists and she is everything that any patriotic Nigerian and every Pan-Africanist should despise. Unless and until she purges herself of her contempt I shall continue to regard her in the same light as William Shakespeare's character Brutus whose treachery and betrayal was heartwrenching and whose cut was "the deepest of all". Again she reminds me of the character known as Richard Rich in William Bolt's famous play titled 'A Man For All Seasons' who betrayed England's most famous martyr Sir Thomas Moore and sent him to the gallows with his false testimony and lies in return for a title and landed property in the province of Wales! It is in the same way that Kemi has betrayed, misrepresented and murdered Nigeria in return for her position as Leader of the Opposition in the UK. Anyone that calls my country "hell on earth" is fair game and this is especially if that person does so in order to curry favour with members of her political party and win their support. Such a person is nothing but a specious liar, an unconscionable opportunist, a bigoted racist, and a cheap political hustler who will do or say anything, including selling her own people down the river, for political power. Institutional racism is real in the UK and the worst type of racist is a self-hating black African who feels the need to rubbish his heritage, who believes that he must disparage the land of his forefathers and who consistently reinforces the negative stereotyping of Africa, and Africans in order to be accepted into the highest echelons of the British political class. . The Bible asks, "What profiteth a man to lose his soul in order to gain the world". I ask, what profiteth a woman to lose her dignity and self-respect in return for the leadership of a political party in a distant land? This is made worse by the fact that it is a political party whose star has dimmed, whose days of glory are over, and which may not be back in power for the next ten years! The truth is even if the Englanders proclaimed Kemi Badenoch as their Queen yours truly will continue to loathe her because she has contempt for my country. 250 million people live in Nigeria and she is not the dark, evil, beast-infested forest and wild jungle that Badenoch portrays her to be. She is not filled with ignorant, grass skirt-wearing, ape-looking, monkey-sounding, primitive barbarians, and heinous cannibals that she would have others believe. We are not a land of sub-human creatures that have no decency, no decorum, no knowledge, no heritage, and no history. We are not uncivilised, we do not live in trees, we do not behave like animals and neither are we godless, unruly, ignorant or incompetent. Just like any other country, including the UK itself, we are not infallible and we have our own fair share of flaws and challenges. Yet that does not diminish us and I am not constrained to feel any sense of elation when a person who has displayed such disdain for our people achieves anything simply because that person has her roots in my country or in my ethnic nationality. The fact that Kemi is of Yoruba descent does not absolve her of her rancid bigotry and does not constrain me to give her a free pass. To those from Yorubaland who say we must celebrate her despite her foibles because she is Yoruba I ask the following: must we support a Yoruba who hates her ancestry, heritage, values, and culture and who sees and says nothing good in our history? Must we endorse the acts and words of an individual who has denied us before the world, who has nothing good to say about us, and who has insulted and denigrated our forefathers? Surely doing so would be the height of clannish and cultic behaviour and an inglorious display of a crude and primitive disposition. We are far bigger and better than that.

Even if she was a mass murderer those that think like that would still hail her because she is Yoruba. This surely is not our way and neither does it bring honor to our name. We must judge her on what she says and does & not on the basis of her tribe, gender, nationality, religious faith, or the color of her skin. Outside of that, it says a lot about the values of the British Conservative Party when a vainglorious, dangerously ambitious, self-deprecating, Uncle Tom and Aunty Jemima-like figure could be elected as their leader. This is a far cry from the Conservative Party of Winston Churchill & Margaret Thatcher. I have little doubt that they both turned in their graves upon hearing about Badenoch's ascension in the firm knowledge that their party had been handed a poisoned chalice. Those misguided Nigerians who celebrate her simply because she is from our shores are hugging a snake that hates them with passion. Eventually, she will turn around & bite them & they will curse the day that she was born. I fear for the plight of the Nigerian community in the UK in the unlikely event of her ever being elected Prime Minister. Permit me to end this contribution with the following. In Kemi's most graphic display of ignorance, mendacity, religious bigotry, tribalism & racism she said that she does not believe that Northern Nigerian Muslims should be allowed into the UK because they are, in her view, "Islamists". She went on to say that Northern Muslims support terror & that an example of this is the ugly events in Chibok, Northern Nigeria ten years ago when over two hundred schoolgirls were kidnapped! She also said that Muslims who do not support Israel in its relentless ethnic cleansing of the Palestinians & its genocidal acts in Gaza are "not welcome in the UK". The fact that she had to single out Nigeria & cast aspersions on the character of no less than 50% of our population describing them as "Islamists" and alluding to the malicious falsehood that they are terrorists speaks volumes. One is constrained to ask whether the sheer lunacy of this repugnant woman has any limits. On the quest for reparations for the slave trade, Badenoch said, "This is the past. We need to talk about the future. There are many countries now that want to use guilt to try & exploit the UK. They ask for reparations. I saw it as a Trade Minister. I was at the WTO, I won't name the Minister from another country & he was telling me that we needed to give up some of the things we were doing because of colonialism & because they needed time to develop. These arguments are a scam. Don't fall for it. We need to make sure that we put this country first. We work well with our neighbours, we work with other countries but we have to look after ourselves too." Imagine this coming from an African woman millions of whose ancestors were enslaved and shipped off to the West! She is dumb, deaf & blind to the fact that those advocating for reparations rightly believe that the UK & the rest of the West should make up for the damage that they did through slavery. @Africa. Echo put it well when they posted the following on X. "Germany & the rest of the West continue to provide financial recompense to Israel but Kemi Badenoch believes Africans do not deserve reparations for decades of colonialism & centuries of enslavement". If Kemi's views about the quest for reparations do not open the eyes of Badenoch's Nigerian cheerleaders nothing will. She also stands against multi-culturalism even though she is the Leader of the Opposition in a multi-cultural, multi-racial, and multi-religious nation & she is married to a white man. What a contradiction! She says she believes that "not all cultures are equally valid" & from her divisive rhetoric it is clear that she also believes that not all races are equally valid either.

…An even greater contradiction is the fact that she is staunchly anti-immigration. She asserts that "Britain must not be a sponge for migrants" forgetting that she is a first-generation migrant and a beneficiary of the British immigration system that she now seeks to discredit. These contradictions and asinine assertions betray a level of perfidy, deceit, intellectual barrenness, and scholarly ineptitude that beggars belief. Another display of her crass ignorance is her assertion that Nigeria, a country that she was raised in, has been run by "socialist Governments". This is arrant nonsense. I guess her definition of "socialism" is anything that does not share her fascist, ultra-conservative, neo-colonialist, and neo-imperialist views. The irony of it all is that despite her pretence at being more English than the English and more conservative than Enoch Powell, by the time the British right-wing finish using her, they will flush her down the toilet like the turd that she is. She deserves no better. (FFK) Read the full article

[heartshapedcreaturefromcriptoon]

@iheartblackwomen Oh. My Gosh you little token, virtue singling, simp arse URL with a Tumblr Badge. Good for yoooooooou.... You reblogged a post I made nine fucking months ago in 2023 in order to harass a wheelchair bound, crippled arse, queer woman blogging about her special interest that just premiered on a major streaming network as of yesterday, Jan 18th 2024. You must be so proud of yourself if feeling a little bit tardy for missing that window to mock me. 🤭 Now riddle me this why the fuck do you hate disabled women so much? Vivziepop blocks abled-bodied black people and now, I'm about to block one too just for being ableist and obnoxious. Now here's a special preview of an edit I made just for tenderqueers claiming that episode four of Hazbin Hotel had no "content warning", just for you:

Meanwhile, Medrano herself is a sexual assault victim, and the person who boarded that entire song, who you're claiming has a "r@pe fetish" like you're on tiktok right now because you're not mature enough to just fucking spell out the word "rape", is a trans man, who got fucking sent death threats and suicide bait and got run off of twitter for doing it, now grow the fuck up and mature, won't you? Of course nothing about Alastor design wise technically read as mixed raced or black, just as nothing about Aladdin in the original Disney Film read as Indian because Alastor is basically just Furry Aladdin, and they were both voiced by white guys too to boot. Although now I'm pretty sure Alastor is being played by an Indian man so now I guess people could interpret Alastor as Mixed-Raced Black and Indian, as well as they could interpret Husk as a Black Person, and yes, that's another flawed trope of the medium that Medrano trained to work in but who. the fuck. cares at this point because they're all goddamn fucking furries who are yiffing together in the same Hell okay? And people who complain about how Medrano does her demonology are on the same level as people who complain about how Disney Hercules did their greek mythology okay? And Viv Medrano's body of work thus far is basically radical aftercare programming for recovering Disney Adults who feel betrayed for ever letting ourselves fall in love with this type of medium in the first place, okay? How about you comprehend what exactly it is you're complaining about for once, try and search for better representation in live action, and leave a crippled girl who loves classic cartoons the fuck alone?

Oh, and if you wanna harass a wheelchair user so much right now, instead of stalking my blog for a 9 month old post, why don't you go watch Diary of a Mad Black Woman and Replay the part where she aggressively throws her rich gimpy husband into a hot tub or something while she plotting his murder. I know that Tyler Perry is basically a Live Action Cartoon worse than Hazbin, but since you love black women and hate cripples so much it'll help you feel better?

Oh and one last thing, since you're obviously abled-bodied otherwise you wouldn't be stalking me right now as an easy target: Keep my reclaimed slur out of your mouth. 🤭

“VIVZIEPOP HAS A N@ZI OC!11!1!!!!1111!!” 

I look up said OC and it’s for a movie about dancing singing hot dogs that fuck and are voiced by Jonah Hill and said OC is clearly inspired by Mel Brookes and also these people conveniently seem to forget that this woman pulled one of her other OC’s voice samples from a film franchise about dancing singing house appliances that go to Mars to save a baby and one of the side villains that the talking appliances go up against at one point… Is the talking hearing aide of a retired nazi scientist that’s trying to blow up the earth…. And the person who originally wrote that was Jewish.

 And  then these people also talk about this while using an actual nazi dog whistle to abbreviate the title of this woman’s work despite constantly screeching at us not to type that abbreviation just because they’re too lazy to type out her full show title which is only two words, but not too lazy to tag a Goddamn fucking cartoon with “#TW” I guess and the post still somehow gets 50 notes? Can we talk about that?

[gatheringbones]

[“Davis’s new understanding of the depth of prison depravity began here, in the worst part of the House of D, surrounded by drug users trying to kick cold turkey, psych patients doped to hell and back on Thorazine, and women too mentally ill to understand where they were, let alone the laws they had supposedly broken. As Davis later wrote, she became increasingly persuaded that something had to be done about this maximum security arrangement camouflaged as a therapeutic cellblock. Regardless of why the women in 4b had been placed there, they were all being horribly damaged. Whatever problems they had had initially were not solved, but rather systematically aggravated.

Prison officials told Davis and her lawyers that she was being kept in solitary for her own protection, as the other prisoners hated Communists. But every time she interacted with them—walking through the halls to the elevator to see her attorneys, or when someone came with fresh laundry—they were cordial at worst, curious always, and often downright excited to see her. Finally, after a week, she was transferred to the tenth-floor dormitory, the former surgical room in the hospital that had been cannibalized to deal with overcrowding. Davis estimated there were about a hundred other women in there with her. On her first day, some of the women asked her if it was true, that she was a Communist, and Davis “snatched the opportunity to tell them that most of what they had heard about Communism was a carefully woven network of lies.” First thing the next morning, the guards put her back in solitary.

This time, it was worse: Instead of being on 4b, they put her in special isolation on the sixth floor, far from anyone else. A guard was on her door at all times, and any time she had to leave—say to shower—the other women on the floor were all moved out to avoid contact. Some of the guards were sympathetic, and a few even expressed their support for Black liberation, but most were indifferent or hostile. Her presence was disruptive, the prison insisted. Her isolation was warranted. Davis knew immediately that she couldn’t let this stand, or it would set a precedent for all future political prisoners. So, she went on hunger strike until she was reintegrated into the general population.

Her strike succeeded where Andrea Dworkin’s failed, for several reasons. One, she was in the prison longer, so the stakes were higher. Davis’s strike ended up lasting ten days, during which she had only juice and water. Two, she had supporters on the outside who could publicize her strike and put pressure on the administration. Three, she had an actionable goal in mind: whereas Dworkin and her friends had been protesting the treatment of prisoners in general, Davis articulated a specific demand the prison needed to meet. And finally, perhaps most importantly, Davis had support from the other incarcerated women. Dworkin was an eighteen-year-old white college student, from an almost all-white school, who cared about the other imprisoned women but also seemed scared of them, and removed from them. Davis, on the other hand, came to the prison with deep roots in the Black community, and her vast organizing experience meant she knew how to meet people where they were and talk frankly about difficult issues and personal matters. The other incarcerated women saw her as a symbol of resistance. When rumors of her hunger strike spread through the prison grapevine, other women joined in. When they walked on her floor, they chanted, “Free Angela! Free our sister!” A huge rally was organized outside the prison, and Davis got to hear her sister Fania’s voice on a megaphone.

Finally, on the tenth day of her hunger strike, a federal court ruled that she could no longer be kept in isolation, and Davis was finally permitted to join the general population.”]

hugh ryan, the women’s house of detention: a queer history of a forgotten prison, 2022

[hotxcheeto]

Helloooo! Can I get a headcanon with the Zaun women with a gn!s/o who's a bounty hunter? Thank you! Remember to drink water 😁 👉🏼👉🏼🌊💧

━ 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒/𝐎

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 - Vi, Jinx, Sevika 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - mentions of death, weapons, wounds, mind of angst at points if you squint, cursing

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - this kept deleting I’m gonna cry

☼ 𝐕𝐢

You both were close before her Stillwater time

Getting out, it was a surprise when she found out you were capturing and taking out people all over the city

Bad people mostly, or randoms that she didn't know

But she recognized the names and when she sees you again, she nearly locked herself back up

Thinks you're the hottest thing to every exist

Will help you when it comes to certain jobs but you've both got shit to uphold and she knows it

But that doesn't mean seeing you walk around with your weapons and tight outfits doesn't get her all hot and bothered

Finds you jobs, with her strange connections all over the place

Someone needs another one in custody?

Vi makes sure your name is brought up first

She is the one that taught you a lot about the skills you use now

Feels proud seeing you able to defend yourself with what she made sure to teach you before it was too late

Comes with you time and time again

Or will follow you, watching from somewhere above

You call her your guardian angel

Because she's always making sure you're safe despite the name you've made for yourself

She still worries

Especially when you're gone for a few days hunting someone

Nerve wracking for the poor girl

But she'll always clean you up after a day gone bad, because you do the same for her

☼ 𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐱

You guys were friends for years

She knew what you did and cheered you on

Thinks you're literally so cool

Will talk about you to anyone that will listen because her partner is the coolest

And yes she scares the hell out of a lot of people

Poor Chuck

But she'll come with you a lot, mostly because she hates when you leave her on her own

Drives her crazy... literally

She lets you do most of the work until you 'specially' assign her a job to do, then Jinx gets all giddy

Likes to taunt whoever you've got in cuffs or tied up

The Harley Quinn to your Batman if you will

I use Batman loosely and with no pronouns

Jinx is unhinged and you have a bit more screws tight in your head while hers jump around, makes for a good team

Decorates your outfits and weapons especially when you're on a few day long hunt for someone

Gets bored easily, so she'll start talking to you while staking someone out

On and on while you're going back in forth between listening to her and watching your target

Times when she doesn't go with you are very hard for her

Cannot sleep without you

Literally impossible for the poor baby

Talks to her stuffed animals like they're you and makes them make shooting noises and fight other stuffed animals

You have a special one that reminds her of you cause it has a little knife and is wearing all black

She made it herself when she missed you

☼ 𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚

You guys knew of each other and when Silco wanted you for a certain job you were there

Ready to track down whoever he needed because Sevika was too busy with many other things

You ran into each other and you couldn't help but to notice the big scary lady looking at you a little too often

Lets cut to the chase you both are badass and people are terrified of the both of you

Let's just say you both got a rep and a name

Often helps you out when she can

You guys got together after she really helped you out

Sitting on her lap makes others tremble, wondering if they're the next victims

And when she's with you finding your target, its no surprise that the hit that got put on them not only brought you but also her

Gets you the best weapons and often spars with you just to keep you up and ready

You can never beat her though, then again, you get real close and that assures her you can handle yourself

Sevika gets scared when you're gone for days on days, lets be honest here

She's terrified and hates to admit it and will never show or tell you

But you know, just by the way Sevika holds you when you get back even if its just for a minute or two

[qqueenofhades]

20+ Books That You (Might Actually Want) To Read During Pride Month!

Right, so. I got annoyed after seeing the list referenced in this post last night, told myself that my books are all packed up so I couldn’t do anything about it, and lasted all of a whopping 10 minutes before picking up my phone and attempting to make my own list instead. Behold, my from-memory attempt to present 20 books with strong LGBTQ plots, characters, and/or authors, that DON’T just rely on Suffering and Identity Politics and are... you know... fun.

Listed in alphabetical order by title. Links take you to Bookshop.org, where you can buy them from your local independent bookstore at a discount and NOT from the evil empire.

1. A Master of Djinn – P. Djeli Clark * author of color * steampunk Cairo in 1912 * djinn! magic! murder mystery! * butch Arab lesbian main character * devout hijabi Muslim badass assistant * anticolonial alternate history

2. An Accident of Stars – Foz Meadows (Sequel: A Tyranny of Queens) * trans author * bi, pan, trans, aro representation * racially diverse characters * all female POV characters * high-fantasy world adventures

3. Boyfriend Material – Alexis Hall * queer author * look I love this book SO MUCH and have absolutely screamed about it before but also I LOVE IT SO MUCH * contemporary M/M fake dating in modern London, complete with full cast of disaster found-family queer friends * it is. fucking. HILARIOUS. I almost died the first time reading it * there is a sequel called HUSBAND MATERIAL scheduled to be released in 2022; I am a normal amount of excited for this book

4. Gideon the Ninth – Tamsyn Muir (Sequel: Harrow the Ninth) * the book cover says “Lesbian necromancers explore a haunted palace in space!” * that is exactly what you get * slow-burn enemies-to-lovers F/F main romance * I cannot describe this book, it is dark, genre-bendy, science fiction-y, Hunger-Games-with-lesbian-necromancers-in space? Kinda? I have literally never read anything like it * also fucking HILARIOUS

5. One Last Stop – Casey McQuiston * queer author (who wrote Red White and Royal Blue) * bisexual fat girl from the South/lesbian-daughter-of-Chinese immigrants from the 1970s-riot-grrl main romance * time traveling mystery involving the Q train in Brooklyn (mentions Brighton Beach ahem) * magical realism * many more found-family chaotic queers including a trans Latino psychic and a Black accountant by day/drag queen by night and the mean little gay disaster who has a hopeless crush on them

6. Parasol Protectorate (series) – Gail Carriger * this is one of my favorite series, and there are five books: Soulless, Changeless, Blameless, Heartless, and Timeless * steampunk vampires/werewolves late Victorian London, like Jane Austen crossed with P.G. Wodehouse (they are all fucking hilarious) * pretty much everyone is queer; we got your flamboyantly camp gay vampires (Lord Akeldama ftw!) We got your gay werewolves! We got your lesbian French inventors! We got your big disaster idiot werewolf main male love interest! We got your crazy adventures! You name it we got it! * two spin-off novellas: Romancing the Werewolf (M/M) and Romancing the Inventor (F/F) * she has a ton more books in this same universe and writes sexy queer supernatural romance as G.L. Carriger

7. Plain Bad Heroines – Emily M. Danforth * queer author * historical horror-comedy set between a haunted girls’ school in early-1900s New England and in the modern day * all sapphic female main characters * plays with style/form/voice, a story within a story within a story

8. Red White and Royal Blue – Casey McQuiston * you’ve probably heard of it but here I am reccing it again * the biracial son of the first female POTUS falls in love with the Prince of England; shenanigans absolutely ensue * yes, the British monarchy still absolutely sucks a big fat dick * hilarious, heartfelt, reads like fanfic, just go get it, it will change your life

9. Rosaline Palmer Takes The Cake – Alexis Hall * same author as Boyfriend Material, this is his newest * bisexual female protagonist * absolutely perfect satire of The Great British Bake Off (you can tell this man has watched EVERY SINGLE SERIES and all of the holiday specials) * sweet and surprisingly thoughtful

10. Starless – Jacqueline Carey * genderqueer/transmasculine main character of color * almost all main characters are brown people! * lush Middle Eastern/India-inspired fantasy world * gods, prophecies, monsters * the best Oh God Why Me I Am A Horrible Mentor wise-old-mentor

11. The Future of Another Timeline – Annalee Newitz * nonbinary (they/them) author * time travel but make it The Handmaid’s Tale * will probably make your head explode * feminist, queer, subversive * diverse characters

12. The Gentleman's Guide to Vice and Virtue – Mackenzi Lee * queer author * technically YA but historical/magical adventure set in the 1700s * bisexual disaster main protagonist and love interest of color * (mis)adventures across Europe * has a sequel (see below) with the badass asexual sister of the protagonist

13. The Hate Project – Kris Ripper * nonbinary/genderqueer author * M/M enemies to lovers/sex with no strings attached (spoiler alert: strings attached) * HECKING HILARIOUS * sweet, escapist, and very low stakes * diverse characters, including fat protagonist with realistic anxiety disorder

14. The Lady's Guide to Petticoats and Piracy – Mackenzi Lee * PIRATES, obviously * sequel to Gentleman’s Guide * asexual female protagonist * strong queerplatonic f/f friendship * more historical/magical 18th century adventures

15. The Last Rune (series) – Mark Anthony * Imma be real with you chief, I haven’t read this series since I was a clueless teenager with no idea why I liked Gay Stuff so much, so if it does turn out to suck now, don’t throw rotten veggies at me * but especially since it was written in the NINETIES, this series was hella progressive?! * gay characters, disabled characters, characters of color, all playing significant and heroic roles in six-book epic fantasy cycle * people from Earth end up in high-fantasy world of Eldh * endgame M/M romance for the main character * books out of print, I think, but you can find them cheap somewhere like AbeBooks; first one (Beyond the Pale) linked above

16. The Library of the Unwritten – A.J. Hackwith * queer author * heaven-hell-Valhalla supernatural adventures * The Good Place x Good Omens x Lucifer x The Librarians * Pansexual Black badass female heroine * Queer found families * The Sassiest TM Bisexual Villain Turned Reluctant Hero (is he my favorite? Why on earth would you think that.)

17. The Priory of the Orange Tree – Samantha Shannon * epic doorstopper science fiction/historical fantasy set in a vaguely 16th-century world * main F/F romance between a queen and her sorceress bodyguard * sassy old gay alchemist whose backstory will give you Feelings * so many strong women and characters of color * no homophobia! marriage is fully gender-neutral, spouses are called “companions”

18. The Song of Achilles – Madeline Miller * likewise one you have probably heard of but still * a little light on the myth/historical part imho, but the writing is beautiful and will give you many feelings * M/M romance between Achilles and Patroclus  * reimagining of The Iliad (her other book Circe is also really good)

19 The Stars are Legion – Kameron Hurley * all-female apocalyptic space opera * messy messy antiheroines * grimdark war fantasy * queer sci-fi drama

20. Witchmark – C.L. Polk * author of color * M/M romance * main character is a veteran and a doctor dealing with his own hidden magic and repressed war trauma * gaslamp fantasy set in a world reminiscent of post-WWI England * strong sibling relationship

[lifeofkaze]

Ashes

The merriest of merry Christmasses to the Queen of Angst, the Empress of Smut, the Monarch of Sending-A-Chill-Down-My-Spine While-Chuckling-To Herself.

@whatwouldvalerydo, thank you so much for this year of friendship, inspiration, and kicking my butt when I needed it. Thank you for being there when I need a shoulder to lean on, and thank you for letting me be your shoulder as well. Your friendship is something so special to me, and I cannot wait to hug you as high as my little arms can reach and have you drink me under the table without so much as trying next year.

Crăciun Fericit! 🎄👑

A/N: Talia Crane belongs to my wonderful @whatwouldvalerydo Akira Crane belongs to @cursebreakerfarrier Warning: Smoking, world weariness, Takira

Christmas has drawn a glittering veil across the city. Everywhere I look as I make my way through the crowded streets there are lights - in the trees, on the buildings, the lampposts, mounted above the shops and streets.

It makes for pretty pictures, all these lights, almost enough to distract from the other things Christmas has brought. The stress, the hectic looks, the way people elbow each other aside to get the best pick of the presents, the last mug of willed wine, the warm spot close to a heating vent. Love your next as long as it doesn't hurt your own comfort. 

Merry fucking Christmas, indeed.

There's other things I see, too. Things that make me angry, but not in the same way. I see the tired faces of men leaving work after an extra shift, the sad eyes of children in hand-me-down clothes reflected in the storefronts they stare into, the desperate looks of the women furtively checking if - after honouring consumerism - there's still enough cash in their purses to buy their families a proper meal.

Once upon a time, I would have taken pity on them. That time has long since passed.

I glide through the crowd like a shadow. I'm among them but not a part of them, haven't been for a long time. I have always felt different from the rest, but never more so than at Christmas.

All the world coming together to play happy family for a day? 

I spit. 

I'd rather claw my eyes out.

I breathe a little lighter when I leave the road and move toward the riverfront. The air is cooler here, the wind harsh and biting. I put the collar of my coat up against its icy fingers reaching for my throat. I hate the cold, but the stifling crowds, with their bought cheer and plastic dreams, I hate even more.

My thoughts linger on the job I just finished. I try to put the grimy hands and sickly sweet words of the last hour behind me, but it's hard. It's getting harder by the day. It will be only a matter of time before matters will become serious again, and for once, I cannot wait for it. I can't wait for the feeling of cleansing, being reborn, of ridding the world of one more abomination and everything I have to do to make it so.

And for the self-hate, the disgust, the hours spent beneath a scalding hot shower. For that, too. I suppose burning with the fire of regret is better than burning in hell, if a place like that even exists. 

Not like I would know. Or care.

My eyes find the spot glowing in the dark, close to the quay wall and the stinking river below. The lights from the city have disappeared, nothing left but the darkness and the cigarette hovering within it. The fire flares as it is pulled upon. It's too dark to see the smoke that comes with it, but that's just him - a fire in the pitch-black night. He leaves no trace, no ashes. He burns, and then he's gone.

"Akira," I say as I make my way towards the glowing point of light. It flares once more.

"Talia," comes the whisper from the shadows. Dark, almond-shaped eyes are illuminated for a moment. Then, everything is black again.

"What are you doing here?"

I ask this as if I didn't already know. As if I haven’t come this way knowing he would be here, like he always is.

"How was your date?"

I try not to shiver. I'm cold, not afraid, but you don't take chances with a man like him. He's like a panther in the dark - lithe, deadly, invisible. You don't cross paths with a panther on the hunt.

Unless you're an even better huntress.

"Why do you care, Akira? My business is none of yours."

"Everything that happens here is my business." 

Again, the flare, his black, illuminated eyes. I feel a heat coursing through me that makes my heart beat faster. My blood is boiling.

"Not me. I don't belong to you. I belong to no one."

"And yet you sell yourself away."

"Because I choose to do so."

"Do you?"

His voice is soft, sharpened steel clad in velvet. He draws you in, gets what he has come for, and then leaves you bleeding. But I know how to blunt his blade. It's the reason he keeps coming back to me.

I hold out my hand. Another flare reveals black eyes fixed on me. The tip of the cigarette moves. It leaves an image in the darkness, the shadows set on fire for the briefest of moments.

I don't thank him as he hands me the cigarette, just bring it to my lips and take a drag. It tastes of him, of rich whiskey and smoke and a hint of copper. I inhale deeply, feeling the warmth relax my muscles, and blow the smoke towards the starless sky. The wind carries the ashes toward the river. I watch after them, but in less than a second, they are swallowed by the night.

"What do you want from me, Akira?"

"I want you to leave."

A cold, sharp laugh. "As if it were that easy."

"It is. One word and you are free."

"You don't have the power to do that."

"I have the power to do anything I want."

I flick the cigarette away. The tip leaves a gleaming arc in the air before the murky waters of the river extinguish it.

"You have no power over me."

"I have power over those you love."

Fury flares in me, hotter than the cigarette has been, more scorching than the brightest fire could ever hope to burn.

"Stay away from what's not yours. Do not meddle with my affairs."

"She is selling you for secrets."

"I am committed to her cause. You will do her no harm."

I step closer to him, his outline forming from the darkness. I can feel his eyes on me, observing my every move. The hunter and the prey. But he is mistaken. He has forgotten.

Talia Crane never is the prey.

My words form a silver cloud before my mouth as I whisper my promise to him.

"Touch my friends, and I will end you."

We stare at each other, one long moment, one short eternity. Darkness and shadow, fire and fury. Then, he gives the tiniest incline of his head. The panther has receded. For now.

I reach for the breast pocket of his coat without breaking eye contact. My fingers close around the sleek black cigarette case inside. I take another out and light it, but it's not as good as the first. It's missing his taste.

"One piece of advice, Akira," I say as I blow the smoke his way. "Don't mess with things beyond your power. You might find you'll burn yourself."

Akira moves like liquid shadow. One moment he is one with the night; the other, he is right there, so close to me that I can hear the beating of his ice-cold heart.

"You don't understand," he says as he plucks the cigarette from my lips. "For you, I'd burn the world to ashes."

[alreadyblondenow]

Jaehyun’s Body | Jung Jaehyun

▸ Jaehyun x reader ▸ Smut, Smut, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Demon Jaehyun, Prostitute reader ▸ HALLOWEEN SERIES: 127 HOUSE ▸ 5/5 for NEOHALLOWEEN writing festival hosted by @nct-writers​

Summary: Jaehyun is a demon who uses girls to make him stay handsome. He eats girls… literally. Then he met you and he can’t eat you because he’s in love with you.

Word count: 7K

Warnings: Sex, sex, sex, a lot of killings, mentions of killings, Blood, lots and lots of blood, killings again, then another killings, eating of human flesh, filthy (I’m telling you), all kinds of sex, swearing, abduction, mentions of eating children but he stopped don’t worry, pregnancy, murder, attempted murder, suicide (?), prostitution, mentions of sex club, depression, mentions of therapy, mentions of cheating

A/N: Pure fiction, we all know that Jaehyun doesn’t need girls to make him handsome. I made this filthier than ever because it’s my last fic for 127 House. I made a timestamp for this as a bonus preview so if you already read it, yay. Inspired by the movie Jennifer’s Body and Pretty Woman. I changed the ending last minute I hope you wont hate me. Also, I’m sure a lot of you want to read more Jaehyun eating girls, literally, in action. So I will just make another timestamp for that in the next few days. 

Taglist: For the last time, if I happen to forget you I’m so sorry :( @chocolattees @floweringtheflowers @huangxx @bumblebeenct @neosculptures @kooksfairyfloss @jaehyunoos @soothingjae @plump-peach @neospirited @jeongyoonohs @shanghai-lu @seriousballoon @sunshinedhyuck  @the-universe-in-you-jjh  @mira-winterlight @generantionct @mal-nakamoto23 @svteencarat​ @johnjaespeach​ @jinsonaz​ @hyuckshoe69 

Halloween present time 

“Mom, can you tell me the story about the monster who eats humans just so he can look like one too?” your nine-year-old daughter snuggles beside you on a Halloween night, tired from trick or treating and already sleepy.  

“Just because it’s Halloween” you boop her nose and kept her close to you, stroking her head and making her comfortable. 

“Once upon a time, there were five teenagers who want to make a deal with the devil. The clueless teenagers did not know that what they were doing was wrong. Meaning, wrong methods, wrong sacrifice. 

Given that they don’t know what they were doing, they singlehandedly or accidentally brought a creature into this world. The bothered creature that was summoned ate the teenagers as the creature was so confused, why was he bothered in his own torture cell in hell? 

It starved for days, lost in a world that’s not familiar to him. He fed himself with every human who crosses paths with him, men, women, and children. Until it finally knew that eating humans can make him look just like them. 

The creature adapted in this world, living like a normal human and walking amongst us, still not knowing how to go home. “

Halloween many many many years ago 

“And that creature is me. Happy Halloween class, enjoy the night” Jaehyun finishes his story in front of his class. Watching every student laugh and shrug his ‘scary’ story for Halloween. They thought he was joking, and that was the fun part Jaehyun thought. 

“See you on our next session Mr. Jung” a flirty young girl waved goodbye to him, smiling like she wanted to get on her knees and suck Jaehyun's cock right then and there. 

“Enjoy Halloween” he winked back at her and proceed to fix his things and leave the classroom. 

It was exactly a decade ago when those stupid teenagers brought him to this world. He didn’t have much of a choice but to live like a normal human to save himself. Feed from their flesh, kill every two weeks and get on with life as if nothing gruesome happened inside his house. 

Jaehyun targets girls, women in their early twenties or older. He stopped eating children only because the effect on him does not stay for long. Whereas, eating older people can last two weeks max. Luring girls was never hard for Jaehyun because he’s naturally handsome, but without human flesh, he returns to the disgusting creature he used to be. 

Tinder is his go-to restaurant. A little swipe right over here, a swipe right over there, and voila! He now has a tasty dinner and for Halloween night, perfect to celebrate his existence here in this world.

As part of his adaptation in this world, he learned how to cook human meals for his victims. Feeding them good food before he eats them. In the middle of cooking in his big kitchen, his doorbell rang assuming that it’s his food that just arrived. He opened his door with a smile, welcoming the young lady inside his beautiful house, smelling her for some time during the hug. Delicious, he thought. 

“Wow. Your house is big” the clueless girl exclaims. It’s always the same, every girl who steps inside his house is always amazed at how beautiful 127 House is. It’s white interior always captures the ladies’ hearts and leave them in awe. 

“I hope you’re hungry. I made dinner for us” he gave the girl a flirty smile, flashing those cute dimples of his that always make the girls smile. 

During dinner, Jaehyun can’t rush his meal and get on with the kill already. He is patient and takes time to know what he’s about to eat. He asks a lot of questions to gain the girl’s trust and fool her that Jaehyun is actually into her. “Do you do drugs?” the most important question for the night. Jaehyun hates eating humans who do drugs because it has a side effect on him as if his body can’t handle the drugs itself that it makes him weak on the spot. So much for being a creature from hell. 

“No, I don’t do drugs. Do you?” the girl answered with wide eyes. 

“No no. I’m clean” he smiled and put his hand on the girl’s thigh. Slowly caressing it until Jaehyun reaches her damped panties. “Can you open your legs for me?” Jaehyun’s irresistible request made the girl open her legs a little wider under the table. Rolling her head side to side as she feels Jaehyun’s cold fingers brushing on her clothed clit. 

It’s time, Jaehyun thought. Dinner is served. 

He pushed the plates away, glasses clinking, utensils started to fall from the table. Jaehyun carried her and put her on the dinner table, kissing her wildly to put the girl in the mood and make her horny. It always works. While he’s busy kissing her, his hands slowly remove her panties and spread her legs a little rough and push her on the dinner table. 

“We really doing this here?” the girl asks. 

“This is the perfect place to eat you” 

The girl smiles and felt excited because a handsome man like Jaehyun is about to eat her pussy. Little did she know, that Jaehyun will quite do it literally. He planted kisses on her inner thighs, making the girl moan and tickle her in the meantime. Jaehyun runs a finger on her slit and make her legs shiver, licking his finger as if he’s having a taste of his dinner. 

“Eat me already” she protests. Jaehyun chuckled low and puts two fingers inside her before he makes a move. 

Jaehyun’s first lick from her pussy makes his head turn and breathe heavily for the girl he’s about to eat tonight tastes delicious. He licks and licks the girl, not listening to her moaning, not minding if she’s calling his name. The way he licked the girl was like he was having ice cream on a hot summer, sucking her arousal and putting pressure on her clit. Unaware of what’s happening to the girl, he didn’t care if she already came and overstimulated. Jaehyun continued licking his dinner even though the girl is pushing him already, but still having the time of her life. 

She then felt Jaehyun bite her clit and made her shout a little too loud that her voice echoed around 127 House. She propped her shoulder and saw Jaehyun’s eyes turned plain black. He smiled at her making the girl shout in horror and shout for her life but Jaehyun’s tongue is making her cum again for the second time tonight, harder than the first one she had. 

And that’s Jaehyun’s cue to eat her. Bit her off. Letting her blood pool around his dinner table. He ate her flesh by flesh, sipping every drop of her blood, chewing all her intestines, licking the flavor off her skin like an animal. He can feel himself glow as he continues to eat her. 

Pouring himself a glass of his favorite wine, he looks at his reflection through the goblet and admires his handsomeness. Skin clearer as ever, eyes without dark circles, firm ass. He smiled to himself as he feels much more alive and young now. Jaehyun went back to the dead body on his table, kissing the girl on the cheek and thanking her for making him handsome.  

That is Jaehyun’s life for the past decade. Murder to survive, eat humans, earn money, and repeat it. No thrill. Even getting caught is no fun for him because he can easily eat the witness. But living in this world full of emotions and Jaehyun is indeed a curious demon, he wanted to try to fall in love. Maybe he wants it because he’s been eating girls who are desperate for love and that’s making him desperate too. You see when he eats humans, he eats their emotions too and in that way, he learned feeling things. Anger, fear, happiness. All kinds. 

Three weeks after Halloween, he found this one of a kind service that he’s very much interested in. Just like every other human who likes their food clean, Jaehyun likes his human clean too. 

We offer house services just contact us and book someone you prefer. We guarantee clean and respectful girls....

Reading the brochure of that sex club who offers special services is like reading a menu in an expensive restaurant. Maybe it’s time to give up Tinder, stop ordering cheap food, and start feeding on expensive ones.

Just in time for his feeding again, the university kept him busy and so he did not have time to eat and settle for human food instead. That’s why he looks awful now. His hair is starting to fall out, his fair skin has acne, dark circles under his eyes, some of his toenails are falling off. He’s becoming weak, and he needs to eat soon.

“Y/n honey, you have a schedule for tonight. A big spender this one.... huh. He paid an overnight promo and even gave you a tip. Wow he’s rich” 

As you listen more of the details from the lady at the front desks, you thanked the man mentally who gave you a generous tip that will go straight to your savings, rent, and water bill. Not that you love this job of yours, but you’re excited to meet the big spender and treat him well just so he can get his money’s worth.

While you were drying your hair, you heard your phone ding and it was from your client whom you look forward to meeting. “I’ll send an uber from your house to mine. See you later” it was a bit cold but usually, your clients will just send you the address and it’s your duty not to be late for the appointment. You smiled because he seems so thoughtful and a real gentleman, you became more excited about meeting him and looking forward to the sex.

When the uber driver dropped you off in front of a big white house, you thought that maybe it was a mistake that your date must have pinned the wrong address. You rang the doorbell just to make things sure. Asking never killed anybody. You wait for someone to open the door to you, biting your lower lip while scanning the outside of the beautiful house. 

“You must be Y/n” the man who opened the door said. Well, that makes things official. You’re in the right place. 

“Yes...uhh, sir Yoonoh?” his weak state is bothering you. He doesn’t look like he can fuck at all.

“Please call me Jaehyun. Yoonoh is my alias. Come in” 

The handsome man welcomes you warmly in his home, taking your coat and putting it in a cabinet near his door. He looks handsome but exhausted, coughing a little as he closes the cabinet door. “Are you okay? You look sick” you blurted out and your first words made the man smile. Different. You’re different. You don’t care how big the house is he thought, the first thing you did is care about him. “I’m fine. The weather has been affecting me lately but, I’m good. I hope you’re hungry, I made early dinner” He gave you a weak smile and coughed again. 

This customer of yours continues to surprise you. First the uber ride and now the early dinner. For the first time in your life, this wretched job doesn’t feel like a job at all. Jaehyun here made you feel like you’re here for a date and not just to fuck the whole night. You follow him to the kitchen to help him get the meals that he prepared for both of you. As much as you’re amazed by his cooking skills, you are more amazed by how he managed to cook a decent meal even though he’s weak. 

Jaehyun started small talk, as usual. Asking you questions before he kills you and making sure you don’t do drugs even though it’s stated clearly that the sex club has clean girls. He made you comfortable the whole dinner time and made sure you enjoy what he cooked for you. 

“What do you do outside this job of yours?” Jaehyun asked, cutting a piece of steak as he waits for your answer. 

“Nothing. I’m lifeless” you joked, “I take care of myself and save as much as I can so I can have a clean start, which reminds me thank you for the generous tip” 

When the air was finally dead, he put his hand on your knee, caress it softly until his hand reaches your upper thigh. You felt his hand shaking like he’s shivering but he’s not telling you. It seems like he’s forcing himself to push through having sex just so his money doesn’t go to waste. But you can’t let him. The man is obviously weak and sick, he will not enjoy the pleasure and his money’s worth. 

To his surprise, you cup his face and shook your head ‘no’. “We don’t have to do this today. We’ll end up being sick together on the next day, want that to happen?” he shook his head to answer your question, “I promise I won't tell the club and I will find a way for you to get what you paid for. The dinner is delicious by the way what herbs did you put here?” 

So much care for someone who kills to survive. He doesn't deserve any of your kindness. The demon is completely moved. When you were the one who initiated the small talk, Jaehyun realized how he loved sharing things that he does. Like how he likes his steak perfectly well done, he likes his alcohol old and cold, even told you that listening to Chet Baker while drinking wine is his favorite thing in the world. Talking too much about himself was never his thing when it comes to talking to his victims. Then he realized maybe you’re not one of them, that maybe for the first time he had a visitor comforting him instead of making him full. 

You were the first person who listened to him. His first friend.

Talking and sharing personal stuff with one of your clients was a big ‘no’ for you. But there’s something about Jaehyun that makes you feel that your secrets are safe with him, even though all you knew about him is his love for music and wine. As the night goes deeper, you two are still talking about random stuff and laughing loudly whenever something funny came up. It was nice. You caught yourself resting your head on his weak shoulders and loved his warmth. Hearing his soft voice near your ear is almost addicting even though he sounded weak. And seeing his smile up close and poking his dimples whenever you want to is a different kind of privilege. The night went on until you fall asleep on his shoulders, unconsciously hugging him like a teddy bear and putting your leg on top of his like you’ve known each other for so long.  

He was thinking deeply if he’s going to eat you or not. You are juicy for his taste, like a turkey on Thanksgiving. He removed some of your hair from your face, patting and caressing your head so he knows you’re in deep sleep. Carefully, he reached for your hand and played with your fingers, smelling it and still thinking it through. He put your pointer finger in his mouth, sucking it like a lollipop and tasting your flavor through your skin. You taste so good that his eyes turned into his demon eyes and his demon tongue is ready to taste more of you. But you smiled through the feeling of his tongue swirling around your finger and came closer to him. Unconsciously and still sleeping soundly.

He remembers how your kindness moved him, and how he felt important for the first time in his whole existence. Jaehyun shook his head and stopped attempting to eat you, wiped your fingers, and intertwined his fingers with yours instead. It’s weird how he’s so hungry but he can’t seem to kill you. 

To survive, Jaehyun went to the nearest bar and lured a hooker whom he killed in the back of his house. It was his first time killing quietly in his premisses, careful not to wake you up. Even though the human that he just ate doesn’t taste good, well, he just had to look presentable in your eyes the next morning.

When you wake up, you almost jumped out of bed because you thought you were in bed with a total stranger but turns out it was just Jaehyun. His skin is glowing under the morning sunlight, his cute snores make you smile, fucking pink lips begging to be kissed or it’s you who’s begging to be kissed… you smiled and brushed his hair away, accidentally waking the handsome man. 

“Morning” he murmured, pulling you for a hug and closing his eyes again but he was smiling. 

Even his breath smell nice, “feeling okay now?” you asked softly, not ruining the peaceful morning and nervously smiling brightly because the butterflies in your tummy won’t stop flapping their wings. 

“Yes. All thanks to you” he opened his eyes and admired your beauty. He can feel his heart thumping. “I think I owe you something” he kissed your lips passionately and pull your body above him making you put both your legs on his sides. He never left your lips as his hands roam on your sides requesting to remove your dress. With one swift move, you’re on top of the handsome man with your matching lacy underwear, bodies grinding on each other, moaning deliciously, and about to have morning sex. “I’ve seen a lot of naked girls before but none of them made me horny like you do” you giggle at what he said, if every client you had is like Jaehyun, you don’t mind staying on this wretched job forever. 

It’s not that Jaehyun is a virgin. This is just his first time having sex without killing the one he’s fucking. Watching you cum above and underneath him without going in for the kill was satisfying and almost addicting. Not to mention that your walls feel amazing around his cock. Warm and tight that he never wants to pull out from you. 

You, on the other hand, is so surprised by how Jaehyun is so great in bed like he was craving sex. Every lustful thrust he gives makes you gasp and it just takes your breath away. The way he held your leg up, fuck you deep that you’re skin to skin, makes you claw his back and grip the sheets so tightly that you hurt your hand. He never slowed down but he was not rough enough, he was making you feel good the whole fucking time that you made sounds you never thought you’re capable of. On top of that, his sweet words are making you feel things. 

After the most amazing sex you both have in your entire life, he can’t let go of you even just for a second. He’s glued to your body while you make him breakfast, “Can I see you more in my clothes?” he whispered behind your ear, hands resting on the side of your waist while he distracts you with his kisses, blowing cold air on your nape to tickle you and make you giggle. 

And when it’s time to go, he was begging you with all his might to stay. “I have to work, Jae” it’s true. And being with Jaehyun made you forget that you’re here for work, he completely changed that. If it wasn’t for your work you will give in and stay. 

“Okay, okay. I understand. Have dinner with me this weekend? I’ll cook for you again, I’ll make it up to you�� to be honest, he was afraid you might not come back here.

“Mhmm. I’d love to” you left a soft kiss on his cheek and opened his door. You are the first person who steps inside his house that comes out alive and well. 

As you leave Jaehyun in his house, he was quick to call the sex club again and book you for tonight. The service was really expensive but as he talks to the person in charge of your schedule, you were worth every dime of his hard earned money from the university.

Happy about how your schedule with Jaehyun went, and happy that you met him, your friend from the front desks informed you of your new client for tonight and you screamed because of too much happiness when he used his real name to book you.

When you got home to prepare for yet another night with Jaehyun, you’ve never been so excited about meeting a client for the second time around. Thinking about how his lips travel in between the valley of your boobs the other night, that sweet handsome smile whenever he catches you looking at him, the way he makes your heart flutter during breakfast with his sweet words. This is definitely a good start to give love a chance and you’re stupid if you let something like this slip from your hands.

When the most awaited time finally came, Jaehyun was over the moon and blushing like crazy when he saw you again at his doorstep. This time, it’s not food he sees but a woman who will love him and will change his life. And if you used to smell so tasty and delicious for Jaehyun well now, you smell like love and new beginnings for him. You were the epitome of change, stepping into his house and in his whole life. 

Your second night together was a hundred times better than the first even if it’s storming like crazy outside. It’s like going on an indoor date with Jaehyun, eating a delicious dinner, and drinking good wine together. Rather than having sex the whole evening, you and Jaehyun spend the night cuddling on his huge couch. Talking about life under a cozy blanket that he owns, creating your own special warmth.

“What if you became broke because of me?” you asked and snuggled closely. 

“Hmm. Well, then I just have to work more. Get five jobs” he joked but he sounded serious. 

“My job will be a great problem if we continue this. I don’t want to hurt you-“ 

“Hey, no one is hurting anyone. I respect your line of work and I understand the reason why you’re doing it. Until then I just have to wait for you just like the other guys. I have long patience, it’s not a problem” Jaehyun says and boops your nose.

And that is the start of your new life with Jaehyun. Your life is all about him and he is all about you. Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months. Jaehyun is still in love with the same woman who rang his doorbell and cared for him for the first time in his life. After a few months of looking for a job that does not include having sex with different men, you finally left the club and go home to Jaehyun every day. 

Peaceful and quiet mornings are now replaced by Jaehyun’s disturbing kisses while you make him coffee. Leaving each other for work during the morning has been your daily struggle. But the promise of seeing each other at the end of the day is something so hard but worth it in the end.

Slowly, you changed each other’s lives. Loving each other deeply more and more, trying new things together, and loving life even when it’s incredibly tough sometimes. It was more than just flirting with each other, going on dates, and having a lot of sex.  

Saying that he’s in love with you and showing it every day is still not enough for Jaehyun to prove you his love. He loves you so much that for the first time in his life he doesn’t want to go back to where he came from anymore. He wants to stay here with you. Live happily, marry you someday, have kids, and be with you until your dying breath. 

“Why do you want so many kids?” you asked, drawing small circles on his toned chest while his right arm is securely wrapped around you.

“Kids are great especially when we are the ones who made them. Don’t you think?” He reached for your lips and kissed you. 

“Promise me you’ll be a great dad. And you will never leave me or- or our future children alone. You’re a great man Jaehyun and my heart will break in a million pieces if you hurt me too like my dad” you were so full of emotions. You remember how your father left you and your family and it made your mother suffer. Jaehyun was quiet and he listened to you. Your feelings were so important to him so he did not dare interrupt and waited for you to finish. 

“We will be happy, I promise. Watch me love you every day and fulfill all my promises to you”

The problem is... he can't tell you the truth about himself. Jaehyun is scared to the bone that you might not accept him. The truth about him is never easy to accept and he doesn’t want to give you that burden. Having a demon eating humans to survive is something unacceptable even when love is already involved. But he has faith in you. Someday, maybe he will be brave enough to tell you. But not now. 

Dating you made his feeding a little hard because it’s basically cheating. He loves you so much that he despises being a demon and eating humans just to stay alive. Sometimes, he starves himself that he trie so hard to live on raw meat but it only lasts a few hours and it frustrates him greatly. He doesn’t want to meet other girls anymore and pretend that he’s interested in them, he wanted so bad to stop using Tinder. But he can’t. You don’t deserve a demon like him but he loves you and he’s sorry. 

Even though you don’t know anything about Jaehyun’s real being, he never hurt you like one of your exes and he’s much a greater man than all of those jerks combined. He is the only man you see your future with, growing old together, having coffee on your porch, racking your chairs, and hopefully die together. Your heart can’t take it if Jaehyun dies before you. That’s how much you love him. 

Four years ago

After a tiring day at the office, you’re so thankful that your house is quiet and peaceful, away from the noise of the city. You went straight to the bathroom, prepared the tub, and treat yourself to a nice warm bath with a glass of wine on the side. 

“Y/n, you home?” Jaehyun put his keys on the table next to the entrance and removed his coat. He just came back from burying the bones of the three girls he just ate at the back of 127 House. Tricked them into having a foursome but even before they could remove their clothes, Jaehyun killed them already and ate them all until their bones are clean and easy to bury.

“In here” you shout while you put more bubbles in the tub. Jaehyun soon appeared and leaned on the bathroom door. “I just got home from work baby, hows the university?” you invited him inside and he greets you with a kiss on the cheek and proceeds to strip in front of you. For a university teacher, your boyfriend sure does look so hot. 

“Nothing special. Students flirting with me, then I fail them” he giggles and joins you in the tub. Sitting behind you and pulling you against his strong chest. He plays with your wedding ring and intertwines his fingers with yours. Home is where Jaehyun is. He is the best thing about this house, coming home to him and enjoy this little world. 

It was a silent moment for the two of you but you can hear him thanking you for staying in his life. Jaehyun’s eyes screams ‘i love you’ whenever he’s quiet and smirking liking this. 

“Why are you always like that. You know you can always say it. Three words Jae, I love you. Were married already and you never said it to me-“ 

“But I always show it to you” he giggles and puts bubbles on top of your head and your cheeks, laughing because you look funny. “You will get sick of me if I start telling you those words. That’s why I show you instead. Those are powerful words Y/n, I’m saving it. Trust me, once I told you those words, you will fall in love with me. Again” he winked at you and you rolled your eyes at him. Facing him completely to clean him up.

“Do you fall in love with me over and over again whenever I tell you, I love you?” you asked. Looking in his eyes and brushing your wet lips on his. Touching. But not kissing. You can feel your boyfriend’s heartbeat so fast as you wait for his answer. 

“Every time. Like you just walked into this house for the first time again” he smiled and flashed those cute dimples of his and kissed you down the tub until the water overflows and the candles are one by one dying because of the waters splashing.  

Two years of happily dating through ups and downs. And two years of being happily married and you still don’t know what you did to deserve someone like Jaehyun. He’s beyond perfect. Like someone made him as a character in a book and poof he became real and find his way to you. “I love you” you whisper. And even though you won’t get a response, you know that Jaehyun does love you too. 

One day, your boss made you left work early because he wanted you to go overtime the next day. So you did. You wanted to surprise your husband with his favorite take-out and spend a nice dinner with him. When you arrived in his driveway, you see his car badly parked on his huge lawn. You made your way quietly inside the house and went straight to the kitchen to put the food on the counter. 

You heard continuous thumps upstairs, not quite sure from which room. As you walked towards the stairs, you heard another thump followed by a high pitched moan and, “Jaehyun! Don’t stop!” then another thump. At first, you didn’t want to walk further closer to the room where you believe Jaehyun is fucking someone because you didn’t want to see it. But you are his wife and you have every right to call him out even though it hurts you so much knowing that Jaehyun is capable of cheating. You can’t believe it. 

As you peek at the door from his study room, you watch Jaehyun eat a girl’s pussy on his table. She looked young. Younger than you and maybe that’s why he cheated. The girl is very much overstimulated and can’t stay put so Jaehyun roughly holds her down while keeping her legs open. You watch Jaehyun hold her so harshly and wonder if your husband has always been into rough sex, “ouch!” she says loudly. 

Jaehyun stopped licking her and proceeds to kiss her neck. At this point, you don’t know why you’re still watching your husband cheat when everything is all clear. 

“FUCK!!!!!” 

Hearing the girl scream like that made you stop from shouting and calling your husband a cheater. Because, lo and behold you witnessed your husband murder her. Biting her by the neck and choking her down so her body won't slip off his table. You gasped sharply when you saw Jaehyun ripped her stomach and reach in for her intestines. Covering your mouth with both of your hands as you can’t believe what you were watching. You would rather face the problem of your husband cheating on you, but murder? Devilry? Seeing him became a creature eating a human felt like you’re watching a horror movie and made you think that you don’t know Jaehyun anymore. Or did you ever? 

As you watch him eat her and be scared for your life, you notice that Jaehyun’s face is slowly changing… “This can’t be” you murmured and fainted hitting your head first, making Jaehyun turn around with shock. Jaehyun didn’t know what to do. Usually, he eats the witness too but this time he can’t. Of course, he can’t eat you. 

 Every bit of the truth was too much for you. Even when you know that he is sincere with everything that he says to you about his true being. 

You married a demon. How can Jaehyun expect you to accept this? 

“Well, what did you want me to tell you? ‘I’m a demon and I eat humans to survive?’ I’m telling you now and you won't even look at me” Jaehyun was so frustrated already. It’s been a week since he told you the truth and to be honest he doesn’t know what you want him to do or to hear from him.  

“It hurts me to see you all scared and disgusted to me, baby. I'm not forcing you to be with me and stay- but fuck I’m still Jaehyun. My feelings for you are true and my love for you is undying. Please don’t do this to us and don’t do this to yourself. You can leave, but please think about our years together” he kissed you on your temple and noticed that your grip on the knife is so tight that your hand is already shaking. Tears fall down your cheeks and you don’t know what it's made of. Was it because you’re scared? Heartbroken? Or confused because you don’t know what to do. 

You love him but you’re scared. And that thought alone can make your knees weak and your mind go crazy. 

Since you knew about the truth, your marriage went downhill and the house became cold and unwelcoming. A once fire burning relationship is now cold as ice. You decided to leave Jaehyun even when you made a promise to him. To have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part. 

For you, leaving was a mixture of loneliness, heartbreak, and disappointment. But for Jaehyun, he was lost, miserable, and incomplete. He wanted to starve himself and never eat humans from now on but he still wants to live for you. Hope and wait for you to come back in his life. 

After leaving Jaehyun, you took care of yourself and went to therapy. But a few days after, you found out that you’re pregnant for almost two weeks already and once again you feel cheated in life because you could have had a family of your own and be happy in life. Just how you and Jaehyun planned it to be.   

It’s Halloween tonight and Jaehyun just finished eating. He has no appetite, to be honest, and only ate a pair of arms. Then that’s it. He can’t eat the human further, still weak, and still looked like shit. He’s cleaning the mess he made on the kitchen counter, dumping a half-eaten body in a trash bag, and scrubbing blood off the floor when his doorbell rang and expected trick or treaters. He brought the bowl of candies with him, head towards the door, and opened it with a smile. But his smile was soon gone when he saw you on his doorstep, completely clueless on what to do because he wanted to hug and kiss you but he can’t. 

“I shouldn’t have left you-“ 

Glass and candies shattered on the floor and neither one of you cared. Jaehyun hugged you tightly and apologized over and over again while he showers you with kisses. Smiling so brightly but both of you have heavy tears in your eyes. 

The feeling of entering his house for the first time again after leaving him for only two weeks almost felt like the very first time. “Are you okay? You look sick” you worry for your husband and it made you feel like a shitty wife because you didn’t even consider his feelings. He was struggling too. 

“Welcome home” Jaehyun sobs and pull you inside the house. He kissed you deeply and showed you how much he misses you, lifting you, and bringing you to your shared bedroom with all the strength he has left. 

He removed your clothes and his clothes without leaving your lips which he missed kissing. You kept your eyes closed until you’re ready to open them again because you can’t help but see the demon who’s eating humans to survive. “It’s still me” Jaehyun whispers, kissing your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours. “Nothings changed, baby. I’m still the Jaehyun who paid the sex club just so I can spend time with you” he waits patiently for you to open your eyes, hoping that makeup sex will somehow fix your marriage again. You wrapped your arms around him when you feel him go in between your legs.

Slowly, you open your eyes and breathe in and out. “I’m pregnant” you whisper back, kissing him softly. He did not say anything but you know that Jaehyun is more than happy to hear the news. 

“Is that why you came back? You want us to be a family?” he smiles and you answer with a quick nod. He kisses your neck all the way to your jaw, down to the valley between your boobs, and ends up in front of your pussy. At first, he was hesitating and kept on kissing your inner thighs but you seem eager, you roll hips continuously waiting for Jaehyun to make a move. 

“Oooohh-” you moan out so deliciously, holding Jaehyun’s head in between your legs, raking his hair and tugging his locks every now and then. Before you even cum he stopped eating you out and went back to your lips. He ate you so good that you can taste yourself through his lips. He lines his cock and watches it disappear as he pushes deep inside you. You gasped and breathed heavily, gripping the sheets more when he starts drawing circles on your clit sinfully. He missed how your walls feel around him, biting his lower lip as he doubles his pace and dive in pleasure head first.  

You reached for Jaehyun’s lips when you hit your high and asked him to, “Slow down. I want to savor you” he giggled and followed your request, kissing you more as he slowly fucks you while you enjoy your high and until he catches his own. He noticed there’s tears in your eyes when he pulled out and asked you, “what’s wrong baby? Talk to me” he kept you close to his tired and weak body, covering you both with the thick duvet and enjoying this special warmth. 

“I’m sorry for distancing myself Jae, I’m sorry for leaving you” He can’t forgive himself hearing you apologize to him when it’s his fault your marriage was ruined. Jaehyun told you that he will stop eating humans until he finds an alternative. And to make things lighter, he thought of baby names until you two fall asleep in each other’s arms. 

The plan worked. 

When Jaehyun was in deep sleep, you went downstairs to get a knife. The sharpest one that can slit his throat in one go and bravely go on with your plan on killing your husband. As you placed the sharp knife on Jaehyun’s throat, it was so sharp that he is cut already and it woke him up. 

Jaehyun opened his eyes and see you holding a knife on his throat, tears falling from your eyes, and obviously hesitating if you’re going to do it. Your husband saw your struggle. The deep shit he put you through. You don’t deserve any of this. If being dead can bring you peace in his life and healing, then so be it.

“It’s okay” he calms you down and holds your wrist, gripping the knife with you. His hand feels cold already. “burn the house and don’t let anyone see you leave here so you won't be accused over anything. I love you and I'm sorry” 

It was the first time you heard those three words from Jaehyun and he was right. You remembered how much you love him like waking up in an awful curse but you’re too late. Jaehyun slit his own throat while still holding the knife with you. 

Regret hit you like a train and all you can do is cry over Jaehyun’s dead body. 

The sun is almost up and you can’t be seen leaving 127 House because there are two dead bodies in this house. You kissed Jaehyun’s corpse and removed his wedding ring from his finger. The only thing that will prove he existed in your life.  

You used the gasoline for the barbecue party scheduled before Christmas, sobbed uncontrollably as you think all the memories you had with Jaehyun. His weak smile during the night you first met him, the first time his lips touched yours, all the plans and dreams you both had, how Jaehyun is always full of life when it comes to planning on having a baby… 

But you killed him. And you’re about to burn the house and all the memories it holds like it’s just an unwanted photograph. After lighting the match, you drove away from the house as far as you can crying while you focus on the road and trying to find your way back to your old apartment. 

As the sun goes up and slowly light up the sky, the image of 127 House burning flashes in front of your eyes and it made you pull over on the side road and take your time to cry. You feel Jaehyun’s cold lips on yours as you imagine his body being eaten by fire. 

Halloween present time 

“But did the demon really died mommy?” your daughter asked. Eager to hear the answer to her question. Until now telling her the story about Jaehyun, without the gory details and sex part of course, still gives you goosebumps. “You never answer my question. You’ve been telling me this story since I was six, I’m nine years old now. Please please please, answer the question” she added. 

“Wow look who we have here” he knocked before coming in, “can I come in princess?” 

“Of course daddy. Mommy, won’t tell me the ending of the demon eating-human” your daughter whines. You and Jaehyun just laughed at her and snuggled all together in her small bed. 

“He didn’t. Now, will you please sleep?” he strokes his daughter’s soft hair, “mommy is tired already and I’m here to get her. Can I?” 

“How can you be so sure he didn’t die?” you and Jaehyun groaned together. 

“Okay. That’s it good night. No more stories. We love you, sleep well okay?” Jaehyun used his fatherly might and stopped his own daughter from bugging you both. She’s quite a handful sometimes. You and Jaehyun gave her a good night kiss and left her to sleep. 

EXPLANATION

Jaehyun got out from the fire because he’s a demon and demons are immune from fire. He is a smart demon (btw he’s a university professor) so he found the reader again and incase you missed it, the reader regrets it because he loves Jaehyun so much. 

Check the comments section for other answered questions. 

Thank you for reading! 

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What’s Out This Week? 11/16

Raven had the entire post typed up and ready to go, but the internet crashed and she lost the draft. DONATE TO OUR TOYS FOR TOTS BOX TO MAKE HER FEEL BETTER (AND ALSO HELP KIDS)

True Beauty GN Vol 1 -  Yaongyl

From the smash hit WEBTOON comic comes a story about self-esteem, love, and learning to accept yourself for who you are. True Beauty follows a high schooler named Im Ju-kyung who sees her social standing skyrocket when she masters the art of makeup from YouTube. Once bullied for being perceived as ugly, young Im Ju-kyung uses Youtube tutorials to transform into a beautiful popular girl. Caught in a love triangle between a mystery man and a bad boy, Ju-kyung navigates both high school and her personal life, while her self-esteem, romantic life and career are constantly in flux. How long can she keep her true identity a secret?

Voyagis #1 (of 5) -  Sumeyye Kesgin

What if one of the VOYAGER probes was found by aliens on an uninhabitable planet laid to waste by a wandering black hole? Their resources dwindling and under the thumb of a relentless tyrant, alien hero Sen's discovery of the probe leads to adventure - and possible salvation - for her and her people.

Movements & Moments TP -  Sonja Eismann 

Indigenous Peoples all over the world have always had to stand their ground in the face of colonialism. While the details may differ, what these stories have in common is their commitment to resistance in a world that puts profit before respect, and western notions of progress before their own. Movements and Moments is an introductory glimpse into how Indigenous Peoples tell these stories in their own words.

You’re Funny For A... GN  -  Sophia Zarders

Looking for your next laugh? This illustrated guide to women, non-binary, and trans comedians has what you're looking for! Showcasing emerging talent along with well-loved icons, you're certain to discover your new favorite comic in the stand-up scene.

I Hate Fairyland #1 -  Skottie Young & Brett Bean 

Eisner Award-winning writer SKOTTIE YOUNG (MIDDLEWEST, TWIG, THE ME YOU LOVE IN THE DARK) and artist BRETT BEAN (Marvel's Rocket & Groot) bring back the hit comic I HATE FAIRYLAND for an all-new ONGOING SERIES! Everyone's favorite green-haired, axe-crazed maniac returns in this Deadpool meets Alice In Wonderland adventure! Gert is all grown up and living in the real world. Times are tough, and the only job she's qualified for has her trying to find her way back to the place she hates the most...Fairyland.

Invader Zim 25th Anniversary Edition #1 -  Jhonen Vasquez, Aaron Alexovich & Megan Lawton

The comic that launched a thousand Girs: Invader ZIM #1 returns in this special Oni 25th Anniversary Edition!

Kroma #1 (of 4) -  Lorenzo De Felici

Imprisoned in a tower within the walls of the Pale City, Kroma is believed to be the most evil creature alive. But a chance meeting with the mysterious orphan Zet creates an opportunity for Kroma to escape her cruel... that is, if they can survive the strange dangers within the city walls and the monstrous threats that lie beyond!

Hell In A Bottle GN -  Kyusaku Yumeno & Honojiro Towoji

A beautiful book that can be enjoyed both as a short story and an artbook. The first in a series combining gorgeous contemporary artwork with literary classics of the early 20th century, bringing classic Japanese literature to a new audience. A children's Eden on a deserted island turns to hell, as a brother and sister face the ultimate temptation... Told in epistolary form, this bizarre short story takes on themes of faith, degradation, and transgression, accompanied by stunning original artwork.

Touring After The Apocalypse GN Vol 1 -  Sakae Saito

With a surprisingly upbeat tone, readers of Girls' Last Tour will enjoy this trip through apocalyptic Japan. All alone after the end of days, two girls bike through the empty ruins of Japan-and they're not about to let the collapse of civilization get in the way of sightseeing! Even when the world ends, their journey goes on.

Artist TP -  Yeong-Shin Ma

In Artist three artists are on the outer limits of relevancy in an arts culture that celebrates youth. They're caught in circular arguments about what makes real art and concerned about the vapid interests of their younger contemporaries, none of them are reaping the benefits of success. But there's always another chance to make it. When it comes time, out of the three, who will emerge as an acclaimed artist? More important, when one artist's star rises, will he leave the rest behind?

Door To Door, Night By Night #1 -  Cullen Bunn & Sally Cantirino

The Heritage Mills sales team travels from town to town, knocking on doors. They're the best at what they do... which also means they're the worst. They're broken, each and every one of them, haunted by closets so full of skeletons, they're bursting. When they discover a terrible secret behind one fateful door, it opens their eyes to a world full of real monsters hidden in every small town.

Embrace Your Size: My Own Body Positivity GN -  Hara 

A love letter to those who dream of being fashionable but consider their weight as an obstacle, this uplifting comic essay by a plus-sized author chronicles her own journey with body positivity and learning to love herself as she is.

Futari Escape GN -  Shouichi Taguchi

In this modern yuri romance, a professional manga creator and her slacker girlfriend try to relieve the pressures of adulthood by finding joy in the little things in life-and each other! Two young women-one an overworked manga artist, the other a complete slacker-try to escape the realities of adult responsibilities. Whether it's running off on a day trip instead of being productive or going into debt for an epic meal, the two always have fun when they're together!

Hirano & Kagiura GN Vol 1 -  Shou Harusono

Basketball players. Bad boys who aren't really bad boys. Roommates. Senpai-kouhai BL romance. It all started when Kagiura moved into the school dorms with what seemed to be a bad-boy upperclassman. But after he's left in the tender care of his mother hen of a roommate, Hirano, it's too much to ask for Kagiura not to fall in love...right?!

Last Flight Out TP -  Marc Guggenheim & Eduardo Ferigato

With less than twenty four hours before the last ark leaves a dying Earth, Dr. Ben Caewood's daughter Sara has gone missing. Finally, the critically acclaimed series about a father and daughter trying to reconcile at the end of the world is collected into a single, unforgettable graphic novel from Marc Guggenheim (Arrow, X-Men) and Eduardo Ferigato (Radiant Black).

The Panic TP -  Neil Kleid & Andrea Mutti

Ten strangers, trapped beneath the Hudson River, are forced to depend on their fellow commuters in order to survive an apocalyptic event. Those left must fight their way through more than rubble to make it to safety. But the darkness is closing in, and with it their own individual fears and paranoia. It'll be a long road to the end of the tunnel . . . that is, if they don't kill each other before they get there.

Notes From A Sickbed GN -  Tessa Brunton

In 2009, Tessa Brunton experienced the first symptoms of myalgic encephalomyelitis (also known as chronic fatigue syndrome). She spent much of the next eight years unwell, in a medical holding pattern, housebound and often alone. In 2017, she found a strategy that helped reduce her symptoms, and soon began creating the first installments of a graphic memoir. Notes from a Sickbed collects previously released and brand-new, unseen comics that recall her experiences with honesty, a pointed wit, and a lively visual imagination.

Gay Who Turned Kaiju GN -  Kazuki Minamoto

Bullied for being gay, teenager Takashi Arashiro wishes he could just be somebody else-but who could predict he'd morph into a giant-headed sci-fi creature?! Takashi's tumultuous emotions become the catalyst for personal and social exploration of the LGBTQ experience in this quirky, profound manga from prolific BL author Kazuki Minamoto.

Whatcha snagging this week, Fantomites?