#this was kinda dark to write

[sketch-guardian]

what would the classmates do if MC got kidnapped by a lower demon? 👀👀 - Isa

I'm sorry for being so late in replying to this particular ask😥but I had a psychology exam the other day, so I took some time to rest🙈I hope to be able to respond adequately and to write interesting enough scenarios. In the meantime-

TRIGGER WARNINGS: kidnapping, violence, cannibalism(?) in Demya's part, torture(?) in Domnra's part, demonic possession(?) in Azul's part, suicide(?) in Zuri's part, dark past(?) in Odon's part

A/N: I'm not used to writing gory stuff, so this might not be the best,still if some of you are uncomfortable with such themes, please don't read-

WHAT WOULD THE RAD CLASSMATES DO IF MC GOT KIDNAPPED BY A LESSER DEMON?

DEMYA

...Let the hunt begin I guess-

Now, Demya is quite a possessive demon, so at first, at the news of MC's kidnapping, she would probably burst into tears, on the verge of having a panic attack. MC is one of the best things that has ever happened to Demya, so the idea of ​losing them and not having done enough to protect them causes her a lot of distress. Once the panic has passed, the rage would prevail, which would lead her to give in to her demonic instincts. Demya's senses are highly developed and her sense of smell is one of the best in Devildom, so it would take her relatively little to find MC and once she does, well...MC would hardly recognize Demya, used to seeing her usually acting all cute and smiley, however in that moment in front of the lesser demon, she would behave like a rabid animal. Not gonna lie, the fight between Demya and the demon kidnapper would end in a bloodbath and she would probably even proceed to... eat him alive, not out of hunger, but for revenge. Once Demya comes to her senses again, she would approach MC, both relieved but also scared of having traumatized her mate, considering her appearance would still be covered in blood. With MC's permission, Demya would hug them close, shivering and sobbing, thankful for getting there on time

DOMNRA (MOBIM)

Domnra, as one might expect, would be overwhelmed by blind rage, even if he wouldn't know who to address such fury to more precisely: the demon who kidnapped MC? Diavolo and the seven brothers for letting this happen? Or himself, for not being there during the crime to protect his partner? Mobim would be the voice of reason in such situation, to avert Domnra's outburst of anger, thus avoiding the destruction of RAD. Being the more emphatic and thoughtful of the two, Mobim would use the bond that binds it to Domnra to make him reflect and consider the real priority of the situation, MC. United by the common goal of saving them, the demon and his curse would use some kind of black magic to discover MC's location and once Domnra finds the lesser demon responsible for the kidnapping… his patience would run out. Now, Domnra's a sort of shadow demon and he can manipulate them at will, so he would use his skills to engulf the kidnapper in a pit of darkness, blinding them and breaking limb by limb over and over again, making sure, however, to leave them alive to make them pay and learn the lesson. The task of freeing and comforting MC during the torture would be up to Mobim and once reunited, the three of them would indulge in a tight hug

AZUL

Azul would have an unusual reaction to the news of MC's kidnapping, namely that of remaining quiet, with a blank expression on his face and someone might think that he doesn't care about what happened, but that's far from the truth and anyone who knows Azul well enough knows that such silence is a bad sign and only the calm before the storm...after all..who plans a murder out loud? Anyway, Azul has many contacts, not only with other lesser demons, but also with other creatures such as the little Ds, so it's likely that he would find MC's location through those. Once face to face with the kidnapper… the situation would take a turn for the worse. Not even MC in this case would be able to calm down Azul, not when his eyes, freckles and tattoos are a pitch black, that's a point of no return and it means that he has briefly lost his mind, moreover it isn't a form that he uses often, considering the last time he did was shortly after the Celestial War. Now, it might not seem, seen his almost angelic appearance, but Azul is still a demon and a rather sadistic one, so with his powers, he would proceed to take full control of the kidnapper's soul to crush it and deteriorate it to the point of tearing it apart, thus putting an end to their suffering. With the threat eliminated, his colors would turn a slightly duller purple, indicating fear, anxiety, and he would approach his lovely star, making sure they aren't injured and loudly expressing his relief at having found them safe and sound . Azul doesn't show it, but he would be quite shaken by the experience

ZURI

Zuri would be quite tense at the news of MC's kidnapping, but not too surprised, having foreseen the possibility of such an eventuality. After all there are demons in Devildom who would do anything to get to her, Diavolo or the seven brothers, to make them suffer or at least to collect a ransom, but the lesser demon in case hasn't counted well, because although Zuri hates similar inconveniences, she would personally act to put an end to this affront, showing how she has lost her old title of purest angel of the Celestial Realm. To find MC, Zuri would investigate the place of the abduction and track down a trail of residual magic left by the demon kidnapper in question, enough for her to use it to sense where their location is. First of all, once arrived at the place where MC is held hostage, Zuri would observe their conditions, judging whether or not it is the case to heal them with her own magic, only then she would bring her attention to the kidnapper, who would quickly enough be pinned to the ground by Zuri, with a heel pressed against their throat, enough to make it hard to breath...such a cowardly action must be punished after all and she would have no problem putting the lesser demon in their place, in the dirt where they belong, with how patethic they are. Zuri would hold their face with one hand, ignoring her claws slitting their cheeks with red marks and making sure they stare right in her eyes, before ordering with her powers to go and turn themselves in and not be seen again, inside the dungeons of the demon lord's castle, a death sentence basically. Once the rescue is over, Zuri would bring her beloved into an embrace with a shaking sigh, while making them promise to be more careful and to bring protection next time, if not from her, at least from the seven brothers

ODON

It's basically impossible for this to happen-

Normally, one or more eye-like creatures guard MC, even without their knowledge, because they care about their safety and do not want anything to happen to the human. Moreover they usually float around many areas in Devildom too, so if an abduction were to happen, they'd be the first to know and obviously they would step in, making the lesser demon run away, but for the sake of the scenario, let's pretend they weren't present that day. In that case, Odon would be surprised that someone was brave enough to kidnap MC, considering the reputation that precedes them for centuries and had it been other times, when Odon was younger, the situation might as well have ended in genocide… but Odon has changed, they've matured and they aren't what they used to be, however…some habits die hard, so…they'd make sure to act on them. Finding MC would be quite simple, the eye-like creatures would have no problem discovering their location, the only difference with the other RAD classmates would be that Odon wouldn't confront MC right away, in fact they would probably even be unaware of Odon's arrival at first, only noticing the lesser demon going outside to check out of where MC is being held captive, having sensed something off going on. MC'd hear a little commotion and then a bloodcurdling scream, before a grave silence falls, enough to cause shivers, as if the temperature dropped drastically. Eventually Odon would show themselves to their dear friend MC, freeing them and smiling softly, giving them their green wool poncho as a blanket, asking if they are all right. Odon's presence would sooth and distract MC, however what happened to the demon kidnapper, since there is no trace of them left, as if they never existed, is unknown

[sparticus2000art]

Revisiting my nightmare design and giving him another outfit for fun!

Also some practice with expressions based on the expression sheet by @/capochiino because I need to work on drawing faces more expressively-

I’m not quite there yet, but it’s not doing terribly I think…

Nightmare was made by jokublog

I also drew this cause I wanted to explore a better dressed nightmare- personality wise I feel like it makes more sense to have him be a bit more extravagant or well put together than his cannon design with just the hoodie.

For my own interpretation of him, I feel like it would be interesting to approach his character in a way where he does both- the more elaborate or fancy outfits preferably, but the hoodie fit as more of a crutch for when he needs it, linking his outward expression and appearance to his stability and control over his own emotions/ the corruption.

I think when he first turned, the corruption would’ve made him quite unstable emotionally, and taken away a lot of control- being visually represented by it soaking through and staining all of his clothes to be the same colour as the corruption itself. Kinda showing him being overwhelmed by the new influence. But the more comfortable he becomes, the better he’s able to manage the new state, giving him the opportunity to do things more to his own taste.

This also allows him to experiment with adding some pops of colour to his clothes, though he’d still stick to darker tones to protect his pride- so that it’s not as obvious when his control lapses and the corruption seeps through to contaminate the garments. On particularly bad days he’d revert to his cannon clothing, both to save the clothes he likes from being tarnished, but also as a way to seek comfort.

I’m not sure if I explained that super well lol, but those are kinda my personal head cannons.

[chaos-bringer-13]

I just told mom about some bits of Danny Phantom lore and it basically went like this:

Me: So, this kid goes into his mad scientists parents' portal, activates it, sorta dies and instantly resurrects as a half ghost.

Mom, terrified: Poor mother.

Me: Nah, his parents didn't actually notice, they're kinda negligent, too invested into their work.

Mom, more terrified: Poor children.

[veinsfullofstars]

“Any more stupid questions?”

Bonus live reactions to being saved from a Dark Matter ambush:

Started 07/13/24, finished 07/27/24, updated for color correction 11/02/24. | Kintsugi AU Masterpost

[unsanctitude]

tried to make a new elf to introduce to the abysmal ecosystem here. brought to you by Women who stare at thiings

[glorious-destruction]

I post for the girls who have too much love inside them and have to act like they don’t care

[jadecantcreate]

i wanted to write a quick 3-chapter fic for day 4 of loa shiptober (how they met i think) and i (a fool) was like. yeah. i could totally write 3 chapters in a few hours. i was wrong. SO wrong. haven’t even finished kremy’s (the first one).

so instead have a maybe-past-kremy design that im conflicted about compared to his current design, as a peace offering

[psychopomp-namine]

the way everyone has a dislike in their profile that actually says something integral about their character. lu guang doesn't like plans getting messed up, cheng xiaoshi dislikes loneliness, xia fei with owing favors, vein with lying...

and then you have liu xiao, who dislikes... cilantro. and fish mint.

(shakes fist) (putting him in a glass jar and shaking vigorously) learn to be vulnerable!! tell me something about yourself!! I guess him liking movies lines up with the theater metaphors, and there's him liking chess, but that. doesn't count methinks

[evolnoomym]

I’ll Make You Love Me💋

Bfd!Joel Miller x f!reader

Main Masterlist | Joel Miller Masterlist

Summary: In Joel’s eyes you are an unpleasant person. Yet he has to pretend as if he would not want to get rid of you for Sarah’s sake, she loves you so much you are her best friend. Well Joel also feels terrible for the rather unethical thoughts he has of you.

Rating: 18+ mature content mdni !!!!!

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: no y/n, introducing “Lucky”, female oc character, Sarah is 18, Lucky is 21, Joel’s age is not mentioned but he’s at least double Lucky’s age, degradation, humiliation, Dark, Joel is mean, he calls you Bitch/Slut/Junkie, spanking, dub-con, Daddy Kink, Manspreading hehe 😉, pervy!Joel, tears, Joel enjoys her tears, manhandling, hair pulling, weed consumption, alcohol consumption, a tiny fluffy moment, alludes to BJ, Joel can also be nice,

If I missed anything please let me know 🙏🏻

Authors note: this is for @toxicanonymity ‘s manspreading olympics. ❤️‍🔥

Shoutout to @cafekitsune and @saradika-graphics for the dividers ❤️

Big thank you to @jennaispunk and @joelmillerisapunk for beta reading ❤️‍🔥🌙

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so if you come across mistakes it might be due to that. I’m totally here for constructive criticism or feedback on how to improve. In general I appreciate comments, likes and reblogs greatly 💋

Songs I listened to while writing:

What You Do by James Gillespie

Bad Girls by M.I.A

Maneater by Nelly Furtado

Salvatore by Lana Del Rey

Sad Girl by Lana Del Rey

Waiting Game by BANKS

Into It by Chase Atlantic

You should feel bad for thinking of him in such a peculiar way. You should be ashamed for even considering him an option. He is totally off limits considering he’s much older, a busy mature man and most importantly Sarah’s Dad. Sarah the sweet girl that has been your Bestfriend for over 2 years.

It excited you in the beginning how much Joel hated your presence in his daughter’s life. He didn’t approve of this friendship ever since Sarah at 16 years old first brought you, her 19 year old friend, over for the first time.

In front of Sarah he tried his hardest to appear polite but you could see right through his facade from the beginning. And one evening when Sarah was already fast asleep you gave Joel a piece of your mind in the kitchen.

“Mister Miller let’s stop these silly games we both know what’s going on…you don’t like me and I couldn’t fucking care less.” You scoff and get off the counter, slowly drawing closer to Joel “You hate me so much but Sarah loves me soooooo much and imagine how upset she’d be to know that her Daddy doesn’t want her to be happy. Wouldn’t that be a shame,huh?” You question with an enticing head tilt.

Now you’re right in front of him, toe to toe with big bad imposing Joel Miller. You can feel the pulling in your lower belly from being so close and most importantly smelling his manly musky scent. You remind yourself that you gotta stay focused if you want to win this game.

You get even closer until your able to place your hands on his warm broad chest sliding them slightly upwards his shoulders. “What the hell r ya doin?” Joel hisses.

You lean up to whisper in his ear “Nothing, just letting you know that I eat guys like you for breakfast, I chew you up and spit you out. You’re not a threat to me, old man.” You pull back and give him a sinister sickly smile.

The wickedness in your tone causes goosebumps to prickle on his flesh.

You feed off of seeing him scared. You enjoy knowing what kinda effect you have on this usually so collected man.

“Goodnight Mister Miller, better start sleeping with one eye open from now on.” You giggle while skipping up the stairs.

That was the start of it all.

Now 2 years later with Sarah just having turned 18, Joel realizes that you two are gonna keep him on his toes even more than already.

The 18th birthday celebration was already a disaster, what Joel assumed would be a relaxed family gathering turned into you crashing the party and taking Sarah out, of course Sarah was excited so how could Joel say no.

Well when you two didn’t return at 12 pm like promised he admittedly got worried, but he wanted to trust Sarah so he tried to stay calm.

At 3 am he hears the screeching tires from some show off guys car and loud drunkish giggling. The princesses have officially arrived back home from their trip, almost 4 hours too late.

When Joel opens the front door he sees you and Sarah practically half draped over your shoulder stubbling up the starirs in sloppy drunk steps. You two are giggling and mumbling at each other in a language Joel does not understand, it certainly can’t be English.

You immediately glock his disgruntled face, the alcohol cursing through your system emboldens you so you haphazardly shove him out of the way. You sigh loudly and obviously annoyed at his antics all while herding Sarah up the stairs.

Joel cannot believe that after dragging Sarah off, taking her to god knows where, letting her drink and god forbid smoke… you still have the audacity to behave so entitled.

You put Sarah in danger and don’t feel an ounce of remorse. Joel hates your guts, in his eyes you are an entitled little brat that desperately needs to be put in her place.

Even though Joel hates you, he at the same time cannot keep his head clear of dirty images of your young and tight body. He thinks about the pool day where you showed up in the tiniest bikini he could think of.

Prancing around all while he had to resist the urge to just tear it off. You knew he was looking and he knew that you enjoyed his eyes flitting all over your enticing figure.

The both of you were tethering on a dangerous line, that could cause big trouble. How would Sarah feel knowing this is happening behind her back.

You constantly antagonize him like that wearing short skirts and tight shirts with no bra because apparently it’s too warm for that. Running into him, pressing your perky tits against his bicep in passing, coincidentally bending over in front of him. Joel was quickly approaching a breaking point, his resolve crumbling more and more with each time that he had to tug at his throbbing length all while thinking about you.

Joel clearly underestimated how much you’d play him and how much better at it you are. At this rate you’ll win this game. He however has a plan, that might even after everything still save him the success.

Joel only has to wait for the right time to attack, catch you off guard and use that to his advantage.

He gets pulled from his thoughts when he hears something that confuses him, you are singing and it sounds beautiful.

Joel creeps up the stairs as quietly as possible to not alert either of you.

The closer he gets to Sarah's door the clearer it becomes. Joel pushes the bedroom door open by only a few inches to get a look at the situation and it makes his heart roar. You sit on the side of the bed we’re Sarah is nicely tucked in, your body facing Joel but your eyes locked on Sarah’s face. Softly singing a lullaby in a language foreign to him while gently stroking over her cheeks, smoothing the hair out of her face, almost like a mother would with her baby. Something Sarah never got to experience in childhood since her mother left so early on.

Joel realizes that despite the rough exterior you put up there’s more to you than just a cold hearted homewrecker, you care for Sarah, you take care of her and watch over her wherever you two run off to. Joel feels gratitude for someone he admittedly doesn’t know a whole lot about.

Joel has seen enough and retreats back downstairs.

When you stumble into the living room to bid your goodbyes Joel looks like he’s deep in thoughts.

So you announce “Sarah is sleeping, make sure she drinks lotssssssss of water when she wakes up and takes more aspirin if needed. I’m out.”

You turn to walk off when Joel gets up “Hey ya sure bout walkin home now? I can drive ya.” He offers but you decline “Nah it’s alright Mr. Miller I can protect myself, I’ve always done it. Besides, why do you suddenly care,huh?“ you sarcastically laugh while slipping out of the house.

When you’ve turned away from him the snarky smile falls right off your face.

Joel actually felt somewhat sorry that night for the way he treated you all those times before.

That lasted until you decided to smoke weed with Sarah in his lil work shed that was situated in the back of his garden.

Joel would’ve realized either way if not by the smells wafting up his nostrils the moment he entered the shed later in the evening, then surely by Sarah’s unstoppable giggling, her slow mumbled speech or by the food flash she got.

When the two of you begged him to let you sleep over he eagerly agreed. Chalk it up to the weed that numbs your brain that this quick reaction didn’t seem suspicious.

Joel knows you will find him, you’ll see the open back door and walk right into his trap. You never sleep the night through when you spend it over at the Millers, he can hear you getting up and wandering around the house. Sarah on the other hand has got to be blessed with an extremely deep sleep.

The thought of overpowering you makes him smile giddily into the darkness of the shed.

As usual you wake up in the middle of the night, ever since being a little child the sleeping became a struggle and nothing works except tiring yourself out.

You get up out of Sarah’s huge plush bed, slip out into the hallway and down the stairs. There you immediately catch the wide open back door leading to the garden. Odd, Mister Miller would never in a million years leave that open.

You walk up to the sliding doors and when you stand in the threshold staring into the dark backyard you see that the shed is left open too.

Out of stupid curiosity you decide to investigate, not the smartest to perhaps walk right into a burglar who has a weapon but you don’t really care.

So you pat the way across the cold grass, it tickles the sole of your bare feet and the fresh midnight breeze actually feels awfully pleasant on your heated skin. Halfway you stop and glance upward at the beautiful full moon shining down on you.

After taking a deep breath you continue onward towards the shed.

When you reach the opening of the shed there’s really nothing you can see or hear. So you step further into it, carefully putting one foot in front of the other.

You feel like someone is watching you but you are unable to pinpoint where it’s coming from. It’s unsettling so you do something considerably stupid “Hello, hello is there anyone? Mister Miller are you in here?” You call out with a shaking voice.

No response.

A light flickering in the center of the room catches you off guard and now you can see him, the one that watched you.

Mr.Miller is sitting on a bar chair behind him is his working table, he leans his back against the edge of the table.

Your eyes immediately go to his slightly sweaty face -the Texas heat is unrelenting even in the middle of the night- he looks gorgeous illuminated by the tiny lamp glowing behind his shoulder on the cupboard. He’s smirking sinisterly at you.

You let your eyes wander over his broad shoulders that are clad in a green flannel. Inevitably your eyes slip down to his wide spread jeans covered thighs, they look so big and muscular.

He catches your staring and drops a hand on his thigh that slowly starts stroking up and down. Making you gulp audibly.

“M..M-..Mister M..Miller what are you doing here?” You stammer out.

“I was waitin for ya to come find me.” He huffs gruffly.

He continues “Close the door behind ya Lucky.”

You feel somewhat hypnotized by his slow calculated words as you, out of pure reflex, reach for the handle behind you.

As you shut the door, effectively trapping yourself with him he murmurs “That’s a good girl. Ya do know how to listen Lucky Girl.”

Hearing Joel call you a good girl in his signature dark molasses like voice had you squeezing your thighs together.

“Hmm ya like that baby, huh?” He inquires

“N..no, that would be fuckin weird.” You try sounding sincere but to no avail Joel has seen through you a long time ago.

“Lucky you are liar, a slut, a junkie..-“

You hiss “What did you just say?” While stepping closer to where he sits.

“Ya heard me right Lucky, you are a fuckin junkie, smoking weed in my shed with Sarah. Are ya outta your mind?” He throws back

“You gotta be kidding me, right? Big Bad Mr Miller is shitting his pants cuz of a bit of weed.” You wheeze.

“That’s enough.” He decides, getting up in one swift imposing movement. Suddenly he’s the one towering over you and he looks pissed.

He’s on you in the blink of an eye threading his hand through your hair grabbing a decent amount by which he pulls you with him.

“Ouch…ouch what the fuck let me go.” You huff while trying to get his hands out of your hair. But he doesn’t appreciate the disobedience and starts pulling even harder, which brings you to tears from the pain.

“Ohhh poor baby Lucky, look at those tears, ya not havin’ fun huh? That’s too bad darlin’ but I don’t care.”

He sits back down on the chair and in one swift motion pulls you over his thighs. Your belly rests on his crotch and your whole world is turned upside down.

“Clearly no one has ever taught ya a lesson, that’s why ya always behave like a bratty bitch.”

His free hand flits to your sleeping shorts and practically tears them off of you. At the ripping sound you yelp.

“Hmm look at that plump ass and those sweet lacy panties…ya always wear this slutty underwear when ya have a sleepover?” All while he’s groping you.

“What the hell are you doing Joel?”

“Aw is it not Mr.Miller anymore? Have we lost our manners lil girl? Or is there a better name for me, hmm?” He inquires.

For some reason you know exactly what he wants to hear but you're not inclined to give in. Yet.

“It’s fine baby ya don’t need to say it now, I’ll make you scream that goddamn name you fucking slut.” He pulls on your hair “Ya hear me bitch.?”

All you manage is a meak nod before he lets go off your face.

You can feel his warm and calloused hand on your cheek squeezing, stroking and poking. Then his hand is gone but not for long. You can’t even react. He's that fast in delivering the first smack to your behind.

“Ya gonna take what i give ya and behave cuz you wanna be a good girl, right? Ya wanna be my good girl,hmm?”

“Y..y-yes I do Mr.Miller.” You say defeated.

“Atta Girl. I think 10 should do it, for now, until ya feel like acting up again..”

He is unrelenting when it comes to punishing you, each time the impact is harder and more unexpected than the previous. You have to bite your lip in order to suppress a moan, even though it hurts it’s incredible. You can feel yourself becoming wet, with each time that his hand collides with your behind more slick gushes out of your pussy. At this point there must be a wet patch visible.

His bulge pressing against your stomach tells you how much this is affecting him too.

“Lucky I know ya try to hide it but I can smell how she’s leaking and if I check I’m sure I’ll find that cunt all sloppy for me, right?”

“Y..y-yes.”

“That’s what i thought.” And with that he continues the assault on your cheeks.

And it may be only ten but he makes them count, the blows are measured and hard. You guess your cheeks must be glowing at this point.

When he finally reaches 10 it feels like hours have passed since you decided to go wander around. He’s massaging your bruised ass. You finally feel like you’re getting a moment of peace but that couldn’t be further from the truth, because Joel threads his hand back into your hair and yanks you to face him.

He’s just staring at you, accessing you and then he kisses you.

It’s rough, teeth clashing, tongues swirling around, his hands urgently grabbing your face, your fingers tangled in his graying curls.

Though the kissing is over before it can escalate too far, Joel is once again pulling you by your hair, this time he’s more gentle, he pulls you off of his knees and pushes you down on them in the space between his spread thighs. You’re at eye level with his crotch now that looks painfully hard.

As you peek up at him through your lashes you muse “Looks like you got a problem, a big problem…Daddy. You want me to help you?” All while innocently tilting your head at him.

He grabs your face roughly “Shut up Lucky and put ya smart mouth to better use.”

“Don’t underestimate me Daddy. I’ll make you love me.” You say while giving him a cheeky wink.

Please don’t repost, copy, translate, or feed into any AI, thank you 🙏🏻

Npt: @toxicanonymity @aurorawritestoescape @milla-frenchy @joelmillerisapunk @joelslegalwhre @joelsdagger @tonysopranosrobe @luxurychristmaspudding @mountainsandmayhem @moonlitbirdie @joelalorian @sawymredfox @thundermartini @ace-turned-confused @almostfoxglove @pedropeach @joelsgreys @joelstummy @ovaryacted @iamasaddie @wintrwinchestr @littlemisspascal

[part-time-zombie]

Ok so hear me out...

Janus shape-shifts and can accurately look like any of the other sides (technically so can the others, but janus does it the most)

Remus can conjure pretty much anything, even replicas of living people (again, roman can do this too, but remus does it more)

Do you think remus ever asked janus to look like roman for a little while so he can pretend he's with his brother?

Has janus ever asked remus to conjure a fake virgil so it feels like their former friend is still with them?

[sparticus2000art]

I would like to say congratulations to cross xtale for coming out as trans.

[thatdesibooknerd]

“Darkness, you are gentler than my lover.”

— Walt Whitman, “The Sleepers”, Leaves of Grass

[smallpwbbles]

It’s the way the next chapter of my Biolizard shadow au fic is literally gonna be about a nightmare HUH

[angelyuji]

Hii~

I just wanted to say that I really love your works and writings :")

And can I please request more dark logan howlett?and possibly old man logan howlett?

THANK YOU

hiii!!! thank you! ur so sweet i will try my best :)

tw // perv logan, yandere behavior (lmk if i need to add any tags)

old man logan is def the type to catcall you from his porch. you could be doing the most normal activity like watering your garden or taking your dog for a walk and you’ll hear logan do a wolf whistle at you from his porch as he smokes a cigar.

he’s most def a perv and most def gross. like he’s got the vibes of a man who would skip showering for a couple days or uses like a 12 in 1 body wash/shampoo/conditioner. (sometimes after it rains, he smells like wet dog (jk lmao i just thought of that and it made me laugh))

he’s also constantlyyy looking at your ass or chest. highkey a gooner. if you wear tight fitting clothes or shorts, he’s def making soo many inappropriate comments and feeling you up. “aw, sorry, sweetheart. didn’t mean to, but yk wearing clothes like that… you’re basically asking for it.”

[austin-friars]

The Wandering Sinner - Austin // St. Christopher - Michael Logen // The Road Not Taken - Robert Frost // The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock - T. S Elliot

[astro-nomaly]

Lego Ninjago movie AU where Garm (and everyone else I guess) knows that Lloyd is the Green Ninja and Garm is attacking Ninjago specifically to get Lloyd’s attention. He’s blowing up buildings trying to like stimulate Lloyd’s Oni instincts or whatever. “Come to the dark side Luh-Loyd we have sharks.” It’s a tempting offer. He gets sad if Lloyd doesn’t show up for their scheduled fighting