#voodoo soap

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no thoughts just waitress!reader showing up for shifts like nothings wrong after the date situation

just keeping it calm and professional. working her shifts efficiently and no longer bantering/flirting with ghost, who would rather reader melt down and tear into him than putting up the walls around herself hehe

Ok I'm combining some asks here that had some different ideas - I got so many of you guys demanding reparation for making reader cry 😭 here's the comfort chapter! (Still a tad angsty at the beginning)

Ghost had finished your tips for you that night. He had half a mind to slide a hundred in your payout folder as an apology for ruining your date... but what good would that do? That would make you quit for good, if you hadn't already.

He lays in his bed, eyes stuck to the ceiling, still in his jeans and black shirt. He wishes he could snuff out the guilt that sits heavily in his gut. He wonders what you're doing - probably crying, possibly making a half-assed voodoo doll of himself and stabbing his chest with a dull steak knife, because that's all he feels right now.

He gets up early the next day after a rough three hours of sleep. He lumbers down the stairs to the office - Price is there, sorting out cash and working on the next supply order. He looks at Simon, who's rubbing his eyes and looking worse for wear.

"Mornin'." Price says, turning back to the monitor. Ghost grunts in response, dropping himself onto the couch behind Price. His head aches from the lack of sleep, thoughts circling in his mind about how to apologize to you. He can imagine you won't want to talk to him - or, if you do, it'll most likely be profanities wedged between insults. He'd love for you to berate him right now, and make him feel like he got what he deserved.

Price sighs. "You sleep alright?"

"I've had better."

"Nightmare?"

"... yea, somethin' like that."

Price huffs. "I'm workin' front of house today." He says, grabbing the bag of tips and standing up. "Goin' down to drop these in the safe, then I'll help you stock up."

Simon opens his eyes, looking at Price with confusion. "You?"

Price nods. "Dove called out sick. Sounded like she's got the lurgy."

That delivers the final blow to Simon. He knows you're not sick - you're avoiding him now. All plans to apologize are now out the window, and the more time passes, the harder it'll be to do it.

"You've only got yourself to blame, Simon." Price says, heading down to the restaurant floor.

He curses under his breath as Price leaves. How he heard about what happened - he could only assume it had been from Soap. He drops his arm over his face and groans. He wants to call out himself, but then they might as well shut down the entire pub for the day.

Should he try phoning you? Would you answer, let alone allow him to get more than five words out? What would he say? "Sorry I ruined your date, I was jealous tha' ya got a life outside of the pub." There is no variation of an apology that feels like it would be enough. He made you cry, for fucks sake. That was a punishment in and of itself, but he still had to own up to what he'd done.

He sighs loudly; his body feels heavy as he drags himself off the couch, trudging down the stairs. He still has a bar to run.

It had to have been the longest shift of Simon's life, and he even wrapped things up a bit earlier than usual. He didn't have the gift of your incessant chatting or being able to tease you to make the time pass. Price was a solid companion in front of house, but there was hardly a conversation to be held - even with the usual bar crowd. The patrons had a look of confusion for the majority of the night, wondering why Soap wasn't popping his head out of the kitchen to chat every once in a while - and why the hell the owner was serving tables, and not the chipper, spunky waitress.

When Simon had locked up for the night, he noticed your bike was no longer in the alley. Johnny must have dropped it off on the way back to his place.

Today isn't much different - at least, not for Simon. He's still suffering from a lack of sleep, he's irritable (he had a spat with Johnny in the morning, over something he can't even remember), and his work ethic is suffering. He's not worried about slicing bar fruit; it'll give him something to do later, when he needs it. Maybe the rush will kick him back into shape.

He stares at the dishes on the edge of the bar - they're all in need of a good polish, but he finds himself stuck on staring at the bar fridge. There's nothing else he needs to stock up on - it's packed completely full with wine, champagne, and cans of beer. He gently kicks the side of it with his boot. He should be checking the to-go boxes, helping Soap with setting up the condiments and soups, making sure the tables all had full salt and pepper shakers. That's what you would be doing. But, you're not here, and neither is Price. He can only hope tonight isn't as busy as the previous night, otherwise he'll have to close some tables. Which would make customers mad. Which would make Price mad. Which would-

Suddenly, he hears three loud bangs against the back door. He freezes, the sound triggering a Pavlovian response. He immediately looks up to the kitchen window - Soap opens the door, and you come jogging inside. You greet him with a smile. He asks how you're feeling, and you say "much better".

He doesn't know what to do with himself, but he just stands there like an idiot as you hang your bag and jacket on a hook. Stands there as you push your way into the restaurant, barely sparing him a glance as you scurry by him. Stands there as you run up the stairs, two at a time, diving nose-first into your chores so you can avoid Simon.

He can't speak. Should he? What can he say? "I'm sorry," for starters, but it isn't that simple. He thought you might have quit, and was preparing his heart for the worst. But now, here you are, running back and forth through the pub and setting up your tables - and it feels like you've never been farther away from him.

In all honesty, you can't bring yourself to talk to him either. You're feeling just as ashamed with your behavior two nights ago as he is about his own. Why the fuck would you expect someone - let alone your boss - to do your chores so that you could run off and have fun on a date? Not only that, but you'd made a scene; you felt like you had half-assed the ice bins in your scramble to get them cleaned, and then you sobbed in the middle of the restaurant. The cherry on top, however, was when you called Price yesterday and told him you had a cold, calling out of your shift. It was a cowardly thing to do, and you could tell he wasn't buying your story.

But: bills need to be paid, rent is due, and you can't lose this job. So you sucked it up and came in today - Simon is easy enough to ignore, separated from you by the bar.

At first, the quiet bartender was relieved that you had showed up for your shift - he wouldn't have searched for a new waitress if you had quit, instead choosing to deal with the consequences of his actions. But he's quickly getting more and more irritated with the silent treatment you're serving. You only talk to him when necessary: a simple "thanks" when you grab your drinks and run them to your tables. You busy yourself between rolling silverware, (over)stocking napkins and condiments, and even going so far as to spray the menus down and scrub them with a rag. You spend more time in the kitchen with Soap; each peal of laughter shared between the two of you is another arrow in Simon's chest. He's stuck behind the bar, listening to woes spilling from drunken lips, forced to watch you flit around and pretend he doesn't exist.

You can't keep this up forever.

Still, you do for most of the night. Even when your shift is coming to an end, the kitchen closed while you close the tabs for your remaining tables, you don't cave and sit at the bar with Simon. You sit at the farthest table from him, the farthest chair, in fact, skimming over your tip receipts - and talking to Soap (who was only able to sit with you since you had helped him knock out his tasks).

Simon's never been as angry with Soap as he is now - and the worst part is he knows it's not justified. He's watching from behind the bar, polishing glasses so hard they might wane into cups. He wants to talk to you. He will talk to you before the night is over. He doesn't expect forgiveness, but he expects that you'll at least let him offer an apology.

One of the regulars at the bar looks to whatever Simon is glaring at, chuckling quietly when he sees you. "Trouble in paradise?"

"Stuff it, Mike." Simon grumbles.

Meanwhile, you walk back from closing out your last table, plopping back in the booth with Soap. "What are you doing after this?"

"Sleepin'." he replies instantly, tossing back an onion ring. "Been dealin' with a grumpy bawbag since early this mornin', and I'm beat."

You glance over at the bar; Simon's back is facing you as he organizes the beer glasses. You really should apologize to him... you just couldn't figure out when the right time would be. He'd still be working by the time your shift ends, and you don't even know if he wants to speak to you at this point.

"Is he mad at me?" you ask, tapping your pen on the table.

Soap sighs. "I'm not goin' t' be the middle man, Bonnie." he says, looking at you intently. "If ye feel like somethin' needs to be said, go talk to 'im."

You groan, leaning back against the seat. "It's not that simple."

"Why not?"

"It just isn't! He's already pissed at me, and he probably thinks I'm a slacker. What good is an apology?"

"Ye won't know 'til ye talk to 'im, hmm?"

"What if he fires me?"

Johnny barks with laughter, and you frown. "I'm being serious."

"He'd never fire ye." he says, getting up out of the booth. He stretches both arms above his head and lets out a grunt. "In fact, he was throwin' a fit yesterday n' today 'fore ye came in. Bitch took it out on me."

You winced. "I'm sorry-"

"Save it fer 'im." Soap interjected. He left you at the booth with the onion rings and your tips, disappearing into the kitchen. You huff, hunching back over your tips and scribbling through them.

Deep down, you know Soap is right. If anything, you could just apologize to Simon. If he chooses to be grumpy about it, so be it. You've got tough skin... still, you can't stand the thought of him being upset with you - not because of your work ethic, but because you liked him. A lot. And you wanted him to like you back, even if it was in the most platonic way.

But that didn't change anything. An apology was due, and you were going to give him one before you left tonight.

You grabbed an onion ring and popped it in your mouth, grimacing when you realized they were cold. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Simon making his was across the floor to your booth.

Great. Guess the apology is coming now.

He stops at the edge of the table, wiping his hands in a rag. You pretend to punch numbers into your phone's calculator, but they're all random - you just want to look like you're busy.

"May I sit?" he asks, tucking the rag into his back pocket.

You mumble out a "sure", still not looking at him. You hear his large frame slide into the seat across from you, polyester squeaking underneath his weight. You continue to do random equations on your calculator, letting a thick blanket of tension settle between the two of you. You can feel his stare burning into your head, his arms folded over his chest... and you notice that his mask is in his hand. You finally look up at him.

It's not the first time you've seen his face - you've caught glimpses of it when he smokes in the alley, or when he eats whatever Soap throws under the warmer for you and Simon. But this time, he's not taking it off to be convenient. And, dear god, you're just now paying attention to how scarred, rugged, and handsome he is - but now's not the time for those kinds of thoughts. You feel like he's reaching out an olive branch, showing a possible vulnerable side to himself. So, you place your pen on the table and lean back.

He stays quiet for a moment longer, trying to figure out how to start this. He wants to make sure that you know he's here to apologize, not to ask for forgiveness. From his silence, you assume he's waiting for you to go first.

"I'm sorry about Tuesday night." you say, eyes dropping to the table. Simon's astounded that you're the one apologizing, but you continue. "I shouldn't have reacted the way I did, and I'm sorry for trying to dump my job on you."

He feels worse, now. Was that even possible? He was expecting anger, insults - a detailed, frustrated explanation of what you did last night since you did not go on that date. But you're the one saying sorry? You think you're to blame for all of this unspoken aggression? Oh, you really do confuse him, sometimes...

"You don't need t' be sorry, luv." he says, gazing at you with a softness you'd never seen before, not in his brown eyes, at least.

"No, I do." you say, nearly pleading with him to let you be apologetic. "I was being a brat, and whether you usually do the ice bins or not, I shouldn't have expected you would do them without asking." You push your pen on the table, doing your best to convey your feelings. "And yeah, I was late for my date, but... well, he sounded like a dick, anyways."

Simon chuckles, watching you stare at the table. "Well, I owe you an apology, too. I jus'..." he sighed heavily, running a hand down his jaw. "I don' even know. Guess I was bein' lazy, or... I got jealous tha' you've got a life outside of this pub. Feels like you belong here."

He immediately regrets saying that - it sounds way too possessive and... just straight up weird. But you smile, taking comfort in the fact that he still wants you here. That this was the whole reason behind the mess.

"Soap called you a bitch. Said you were an asshole all day."

Simon scoffs. "Yea... 'm pretty sure Price would tell ya the same. And he wants ya back, too. Couldn't stand waitin' on tables, he was tryin' t' trade places with me all night."

You laugh. The world seems alright again - not perfect, but good enough. It might take a night of sleeping the tension away before you're fully back to your normal self, but this is a leap in the right direction. You look at Simon, into his brown, steady eyes, as they stare right back at you.

He breaks the silence. "I really am sorry for ruinin' your date."

You smile softly. "Thank you, Simon. I forgive you."

And just like that, the weight of his guilt is lifted away. The lingering sourness remains, a reminder that he had made you cry. But you had forgiven him, which was more than he was hoping to get tonight.

"Are we better?" you ask timidly.

He nods once. "Better."

You smile - you slowly slide your stack of receipts to him, biting your lip. "Cool - can I have my money?"

Just like that, his smirk drops - but you know it's all in good humor. He huffs, snatching the stack from the table and scoots his way out of the booth. "Always got money on the mind, eh?"

"I've always got rent on my mind." you retort, following after him with the bowl of onion rings. You plant yourself at your usual spot on the end of the bar, right near the POS where Simon cashes out your tips. He tries to hurry up, assuming you want to dip and go home after such an intense conversation. He slides the mask back over his face and punches his code in, trying to edit your tips into the system as quickly as he can.

"Simon?"

"Hm?" his response is instant, turning around to look back at you. You've got your phone on the bartop, and your back and jacket on the unoccupied seat next to you.

"Can I stay for a drink?"

He's melting on the inside, only held together by his own skin. He sets your receipts down and opts to do them later, right before whenever you decide to leave. He won't miss on an opportunity to have you stay longer.

"Course, luv. What's it gonna be?"

"You know how to make a cosmo?"

He chuckles, grabbing a glass from the shelf behind him. "Sure do."

[incorrectcodquotes]

Price: If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous.

Gaz: What if it bites me and it dies!?

Ghost: Then you’re poisonous. Jesus Christ, Gaz, learn to listen.

Soap : What if it bites itself and I die?

Price: That’s voodoo.

Soap: What if it bites me and someone else dies?

Ghost: That’s correlation, not causation.

Gaz : What if we bite each other, and neither of us die?

Ghost: That’s kinky.

Price: Oh my God.

[call-of-duty-incorrect-quotes]

Soap: If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous.

Soap: If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous.

Rookie01, taking notes: What if it bites me and it dies?

Ghost: Then you’re poisonous. Learn to listen.

Rookie02: What if it bites itself and it dies?

Ghost: That’s voodoo.

Rookie03: What if it bites me and someone else dies?

Gaz: That’s correlation, not causation.

Rookie04: What if we bite each other and neither of us dies?

Soap: That’s kinky.

Price: Oh my god…

[avaleigh16]

Y/n: Ghost is too tall for me to kiss them on the lips. What should I do?

Gaz: Punch them in the stomach.Then, when they double over in pain, kiss them.

Alejandro: Tackle them!

Soap: Dump them.

Rudy: Kick them in the shin!

Ghost: No to all of those! Just ask me to lean down!!

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Ghost: If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous.

Soap: What if it bites me and it dies!?

Y/n: Then you’re poisonous. Jesus Christ, Soap, learn to listen.

Gaz: What if it bites itself and I die?

Alejandro: That’s voodoo.

Rudy: What if it bites me and someone else dies?

Soap: That’s correlation, not causation.

Gaz: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die?

Alejandro: That’s kinky.

Ghost: Oh my God.

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Ghost: Y/n kissed me!

Soap: Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!

Ghost: It was unbelievable!

Soap: Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!

Gaz: Okay, we wanna hear everything.Soap, get the wine and unplug the phone. Ghost, does this end well or do we need tissues?

Ghost: Oh, it ended very well.

Soap: Do not start without me! Do not start without me!

Gaz: Okay, alright, let's hear about the kiss.Was it a soft brush against your lips or was it like a, you know, “I gotta have you now” kind of thing?

Ghost: Well, at first it was really intense, you know? And then, oh God, and then we just sort of sunk into it.

Gaz: Ohh...So, okay, were they holding you? Or were their hands on your back?

Ghost: First they started out on my waist and then they slid up and then they were in my hair.

Soap and Gaz: Ohhh.

*meanwhile*

Y/n eating pizza in their house: And, uh, and then I kissed them.

Rudy: Tongue ?

Y/n: Yeah.

Alejandro: Cool.

[forestshadow-wolf]

Soap getting magically attached to a voodoo doll (accidentally? Purposefully?) And nobody knowing about it, even him.

And they inly find out about it when he starts leaking blood from seemingly nowhere and everywhere, and he's curled in on himself trying to escape th pain. Even when his body doesn't know where it's coming from

(Cue rampaging Ghost?)

[mistydeyes]

perfumes i think the 141 boys enjoy

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summary: Scent is one of the most powerful senses, so what kind of fragrance do the 141 boys + Alejandro like on their significant other?

pairing: 141 x Reader

warnings: none

a/n - i also work for a perfume company so I've had a couple of ideas about what scents the boys like :)

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price - loves expensive, smokey scents on anyone. imagine the scents of a fresh cigar-that's what price wants in a fragrance. notes like pepper, leather, tobacco, cedar wood, and iris will make him crumble.

masculine

oud wood - tom ford notes: oud wood, sandalwood, chinese pepper

osmanthe kodoshan - maison crivelli notes: leather, tobacco, sichuan pepper, apricot, peach

functional fragrance - the nue co. notes: cardamom, iris, palo santo, cilantro

unisex

hinoki fantôme - boy smells notes: tobacco leaves, oak moss, and smoked leather

jazz club - maison marigela notes: pink pepper, rum, tobacco

lumière d’iris - veronique gabai notes: rose, iris, cedarwood, amber

feminine

baccarat rouge 540 - maison francis kurkdjia notes: jasmine, ambergris, saffron, cedar wood

cuir béluga - guerlain notes: leather, powder, vanilla

platinum 22 - floris london notes: rose, violet leaf, blackcurrant, oat, black tea

soap - woodsy, floral scents are soap's surprising pick. it brings back memories of the scottish countryside, adventuring in the woods and smelling the fresh flowers his mam had. notice notes of herbs (sage, rosemary, mint), lavender, and violet.

masculine

sauvage - dior notes: pepper, amberwood, bergamot, powder

h24 - hermès notes: clary sage, narcissus, rosewood

new york wall street - bond no.9 notes: sea kale, cucumber, lavender, ambergris, vetiver

unisex

voodoo chile - dries van noten notes: rosemary, patchouli, hemp

libre - yves saint laurent notes: lavender, musk

dirty grass - heretic notes: black pepper, lemon, hemp, violet

feminine

melancholy thistle - jo malone london notes: thistle, english ivy, cool wood

portrait of a lady - frédéric malle notes: frankincense, black currant, raspberry, patchouli

la tulipe - byredo notes: tulips, cyclamen, fressia, rhubarb

gaz - FLORAL CITRUS will make this man fall in love with you. it reminds him of a warm summer day sitting in the grass and smelling flowers. look for summery fragrances with notes of citrus, lemon, sage, and fresh herbs.

masculine

bleu de chanel - chanel notes: citrus, labdanum, sandalwood, cedar

polo black - ralph lauren notes: iced mango, lemon, tangerine, sandalwood, sage, patchouli

l'homme - yves saint laurent notes: bergamot, ginger, cedar wood, vetiver

unisex

cactus garden - louis vuitton notes: maté, bergamot, lemongrass

velvet cypress - dolce & gabbana notes: pine, lemon zest, bergamot, clary sage

eau de campagne - sisley notes: grass, citrus, herbs, jasmine, lily of the valley

feminine

brazilian crush cheirosa 62 - sol de janeiro notes: pistachio, almond, sandalwood, heliotrope, jasmine

her blossom - burberry notes: mandarin, plum blossom, sandalwood

flora gorgeous jasmine - gucci notes: mandarin, jasmine, magnolia, sandalwood

ghost - likes a light, musky scent! he loves when a scent adds to a person's natural smell (he hates sugary, gourmand scents). ingredients like musk, ambrox, pepper, sandalwood catch his eye as he pictures fresh sheets and a rainfall in a forest.

masculine

geranium pour monsieur - frédéric malle notes: mint, aniseed, sandalwood, geranium, frankincense

atlantis - blu atlas notes: orris, oak moss, violet, musk, ambrette seed

gentleman - givenchy notes: pear, lavender, patchouli

unisex

glossier you - glossier notes: pink pepper, iris, ambrette seeds, ambrox

not a perfume - juliette has a gun notes: ambergris

santal 33 - le labo notes: violet cardamom, cedar wood, iris, ambrox

feminine

missing person - phlur notes: musk, bergamot, jasmine, neroli, sandalwood

golden nectar - nest notes: florals, orchid, amber, musk

apollonia - xerjoff notes: white floral, orris butter, white musk

extra! alejandro - if ghost likes it simple and light, then alejandro is the exact opposite. he loves when he can smell someone's fragrance across the room. focus on bold fragrances with spicy notes of nutmeg, myrrh, and rum that is mixed with the gourmand of vanilla, almond, and tonka bean.

masculine

the last day of summer - gucci notes: cedarwood, cypress, nutmeg, patchouli, vetiver

bibliothèque - byredo notes: peach, peony, violet, leather, patchouli, vanilla

london myrrh & tonka - jo malone notes: almond, vanilla, myrrh, lavender, honey

unisex

tobacco vanille - tom ford notes: tonka bean, vanilla. cacao

dark rum - malin + goetz notes: anise, plum, leather, rum, patchouli, amber

tao dao - diptyque notes: sandalwood, cedar, cypress, myrte

feminine

lost cherry - tom ford notes: black cherry, tonka bean, almond

brazil aroma - costa notes: white jungle flora, orange oil, pink pepper, bourbon, vetiver, patchouli

babylon - penhaligon's notes: saffron, nutmeg, coriander, cedar wood, vanilla, cypriol

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[mayflora-18]

Incorrect CoD Quotes #3

Gaz: Are you okay?

Price: [hurriedly pushing his intestines back into his body]

Price: Yeah, why did you ask?

~~~>

Graves: Can I get a ride home?

Soap: [stepping into the driver’s seat of a car]

Soap: I don’t have a car.

~~~>

Police Officer: What are your names?

Nikolai: Don’t tell him, John.

Police Officer, writing: John.

Nikolai: Oh shit.

Price: Nice job, Nik.

Police Officer: John and Nik.

Price: FUCK!

~~~>

Sherlock: Am I going too far?

Laswell: No, no, no. You went too far about seven hours ago. Now you’re going to prison.

~~~>

Soap: *Can’t find Price* Guess this calls for desperate measures.

Soap: *Yells out* CAPTAIN PRICE SUCKS!!!

Nikolai: What the FUCK DID YOU SAY?!

Laswell: WHO SAID THAT?!

Gaz: FIGHT ME!

Alex and Farah: *looking to see who said that*

Ghost: WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY?!?! COME FIGHT ME! I FREAKING DARE YOU! WHO SAID THAT!

Soap: Damn…

Sherlock: *has been standing next to Soap the whole time and is mildly amused *

Sherlock: Can I try?

Soap: *throws his hands up in defeat* Be my guest.

Sherlock: *Yells out* GENERAL SHEPHERD IS A LITTLE BITCH!

Price: DAMN STRAIGHT HE IS!

Soap: What the shite?!

Sherlock: Found him!

~~~>

Sherlock: If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous.

Graves: What if it bites me and it dies?

Soap: That means you’re poisonous. Steaming Jesus, Graves, learn to listen.

Farah: What if it bites itself and I die?

Gaz: That’s voodoo.

Alejandro: What if it bites me and someone else dies?

Rudy: That’s correlation, not causation.

Alex: What if we bite each other and neither of us die?

Nikolai: That’s kinky.

Price: Oh my God.

~~~>

Price: I’ve only had Gaz for a day and a half. But if anything were to happen to him, I will kill everyone in this room and then myself.

Gaz: *is moved* 🥺

Ghost: Very violent, I like it.

~~~~~~~~>THANKS FOR READING!!!<~~~~~~~~

[moth--blood]

Obey Me × MC with chronic migraines

[ ft. the 7 brothers (seperate), Diavolo, Barbatos ]

cws: fluff mostly, brief nsfw ref with Asmo

Lucifer

the most consistent of the brothers with getting your meds and not panicking, more importantly

he tends to get small headaches from overworking, so he offers his meatheads to make you feel better if you don't have any practical ones ("no, im not letting you chug a gallon of chocolate milk thats not going to help. ..what do you MEAN thats worked before???")

insists on you laying down and resting in his room until you feel better. doesn't matter how often it is, he always makes you stop whatever you're doing to go rest

will play his softer records while you sleep in hopes it'll help the migraine go away faster

Mammon

panics, first and foremost.

are you broken? dying? humans are fragile MC don't laugh at him he's WORRIED

especially worried if you describe the pain as stabbing. for a second he genuinely thinks you're being stabbed by some Witch's voodoo doll of you. that concern never fully leaves

his worry turns to pampering when he's realized you're not, in fact, being stabbed through a doll, and now he's full of questions

will suggest anything and everything he can think of to help you, from the lights to kisses. doesn't matter he WILL try it

Levi

in awe you came to him about being in pain before anything else

awkwardly offers to let you sleep in his tub, and to get you meds or something else you might ask for

if the lights in Henry's tank bother you he'll put blankets over the tub so you don't have to look at them so directly

if physical contact helps and you ask him to lay with you he will lose his fucking mind. he'll do it but he'll be stiff as shit for several minutes before finally relaxing

offers to read his/your favorite manga to you if the noise wont be a bother

surprisingly really fucking clingy when you're so reliant on him. it makes him feel special

will play the lofi or quiet anime music that helps him sleep if the noise won't bother you. he figures if it helps him sleep it might help you not be in pain :)

Satan

also in awe you chose to come to him with this, especially if it's NB!Satan. he takes less time to process than Levi though

makes a big show of tucking you into his bed to rest, offers to get you tea and to read to you if the noise isn't an issue

if lights are a trigger dont even worry about it his room is dark as fuck!

he pampers you a bit less than Mammon does, but he still insists on getting you things and doing stuff for you.

takes very quick notice of your triggers, and does his best to help you avoid them!

zero hesitation will yell at the others for possibly accidentally causing another attack he gets protective quick.

Asmo

immediate pampering he doesn't need to be told twice

"oh, you don't feel good? here let me take care of EVERYTHING today don't even worry about it"

if scents are a trigger and his soaps or perfumes/colognes get a migraine going he will not stop apologizing. he feels AWFUL

dims all his lights and does his best to neutralize all the smells in his room, insisting you stay and let him take care of you

will also try everything he can think of, or at least suggest it

he's not the biggest fan of the idea of doing stuff to you while you're in pain but if that helps you he'll try it. but you gotta tell him the second it starts getting worse because the pampering will continue exactly where it left off

Beel

he's so worried :(

also lowkey thinks you're dying so he's extra careful with you.

will do anything you ask bro is at your beck and call when you don't feel good

akin to everyone else he'll bring up anything he can think of that might help

more than willing to cuddle you into feeling better if you ask.

gets Lucifer to bring you meds because he doesn't wanna leave you alone, and if you're not the biggest fan of taking them he'll stare at you with the biggest puppy eyes until you do

Belphie

pulls you upstairs to the attic and insists on you sleeping it off, even if that doesn't always work

a big cuddler so he doesn't mind holding you if physical contact helps

goes and gets you medicine and a drink without even being asked, and if you question or tease him about it he'll just mutter something about wanting to sleep in peace without you complaining about your head

he's just worried don't let him fool you again

very observant with your triggers and when you're around bright lights or loud noises, for example, too long he'll pull you aside and quietly ask if you're still feeling okay. if it's a yes he'll pretend he never asked and if it's a no, he'll pull you back to the attic pft

Diavolo

also thinks you're dying at first. i mean, for all he knew you were! Solomon hardly counts as human so imagine his absolute panic when his first actual human starts complaining of excessive brain pain. several times.

after you've been around a while though, he's super calm about it

words cannot express how quickly he goes "oh okay! here, drugs"

does keep your medicine on him basically constantly, just in case!

takes you to his room or to an unused room in RAD so you can rest for a little bit, and if it's bad enough at RAD he'll just fucking leave to take you home lmao

doesn't fully understand still, but he's doing his best! it's the thought that counts even if he's unknowingly making it just a little worse </3

Barbatos

also keeps your medicine on his person after a while.

memorizes your list of triggers and things that help as soon as he realizes you get migraines at all. he uses his power to find when you mention said lists and if you ask, he'll just smile and tell you not to worry about it

also tends to pull you aside when you're around your triggers for a while to make sure you're alright. regardless of answer he reminds you he has your meds if you need them

if warm drinks or comfort foods help, he figures out how to make them and when pretty fast. he likes being efficient at getting your pain to go away as soon as possible

[cod-dump]

Soap: I have self-control! I made a voodoo doll that looked almost exactly like Graves! BUT I didn’t use it, I burned it instead

Soap: wait-

[prezohhh]

Imagine getting zits. I wash my face bare with a bar of soap and then cover it with this mystery cream I got two years ago. Clear baby face. Good luck with whatever voodoo stuff you got going on

youre gonna die way before me

[theliterarywolf]

Tbh I really hate how "sacred" non white myths get treated, not because I don't believe they don't deserve respect, but because it feels like they're being treated like a soap bubble that'll implode the moment someone looks at it funny. Who the fuck cares Alastor has inspirations of voodoo? That's fucking cool, it shows that there's more than just the trinity of Norse, Greek and Egyptian Gods/Myths/Legends/Beliefs. But I guess wanting to see other beliefs represented, and used in media is bad TM

It would be one thing if it was a case of 'oh, this piece of media has white Christians as the heroes and black Voodoo practitioners as the villains'.

But, no, the two instances in my recent memory of this happening are with a beneficial NPC and a morally-grey protagonist.

[augenblicklich-lila]

cod incorrect quotes #11

Love y'all ♡

the usual jazz, mainly Y/N/Reader stuff, platonic and romantic. ♡♡♡

I actually did publish that one-shot so feel free to check it out :D The amount of time I spent hovering over that post button could've been spent doing sth productive. Oh well.

- Lila

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.✭・♛ ♛ （ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)つ━━✫・*。 ⊂　　 ノ 　　　・゜+. しーーＪ　　　°。+ *´¨)

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.✭・♛

Y/N, pointing: May I sit there? König: That's my lap Y/N: That doesn't answer my question, König.

Price: Good morning. Ghost: Good morning. Gaz: Good morning. Soap: You all sound like robots, try spicing it up a bit. Y/N: MORNING MOTHERFUCKERS Soap: Now that's what I'm talking about!

Price: There are seven chairs and ten kids. What do you do? Gaz: Have everyone stand. Soap: Bring three more chairs! Ghost: The most important ones can sit down. Y/N: Kill three.

Y/N: Croissants: dropped Rudy: Road: works ahead Soap: BBQ sauce: on my titties Alejandro: Shavacado: fre Gaz: Miss Keisha: fuckin dead Ghost: Ghost, grumpily: I didn’t understand a single word of that and I hate every single one of you. (I bet most of them wouldn't know shit about vines but Y/N showed them and they haven't stopped making references since. Gaz however, would definitely know beforehand.)

Y/N, walking into their house: Hello, people who do not live here. Alejandro: Hey. Gaz: Hi. Ghost: Hello. Rodolfo: Hey! Y/N: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only! Soap: We were out of Doritos.

Ghost: If you bite it and you die, it’s poisonous. If it bites you and you die, it’s venomous. Soap: What if it bites me and it dies!? Gaz: Then you’re poisonous. Jesus Christ, Soap, learn to listen. Alejandro: What if it bites itself and I die? Y/N: That’s voodoo. Alejandro: What if it bites me and someone else dies? Rodolfo: That’s correlation, not causation. Soap: What if we bite each other, and neither of us die? Y/N: That’s kinky. Ghost: Oh my God. Price: I don't think God can help us with this anymore.

Squad reactions to being told ‘I love you’ Ghost: oh no Y/N: Sounds fake but okay Gaz: A flustered mess Soap: cries I love you too

Y/N: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast? Price: Several traffic violations. Ghost: Three counts of resisting arrest. Gaz: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks. Soap: Also, that’s not our car.

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.✭・♛ 　 ∧＿∧ （｡･ω･｡)つ━☆・*。 ⊂　　 ノ 　　　・゜+. しーＪ　　　°。+ *´¨) “Hie thee home, little wanderer.”

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[physicsgoblin]

Excerpt from untitled other vampire story:

Anthony: She held out the child, who was strangely calm and alert, like a sack of potatoes to Father Micheal. “I. Baptized him.” Father Micheal stood halfway up from the table bench and looked the kid over. “The—wait, you baptized his child?” “No,” she said without changing her tone, “Your. Uncle Sal. Yes the baby.” This kid’s forehead crusted with what looked like blood in a shape that could, in fact, generously be called a cross. And then I blinked. The dirty kid was staring right at me with bright, red, eyes. Oh crud. … So lugging a fat vampiric baby into a priest’s house was not Cassie’s finest move. And apparently she'd fed it her blood to keep it quiet. Father Micheal and her got into a bit of a spirited discussion over whether or not her little voodoo baptism was valid. She also pried open the kid’s mouth at some point to show he didn’t have any newborn fangs poking through yet. Not my circus, not my very insane papist monkeys. I guess they settled it though, because he finally let Mrs. Ivkin clean the blood-drunk kid in the kitchen sink, with Cassie keeping a close watch, like she didn’t trust anyone else alone with him. She also might have just been watching Mrs. Ivkin with the soap and sponge. Cassie was filthy and much like a cat was wary around cleaning supplies. The baby fell into a deep sleep as the sun rose higher, and was placed in a cradle that Father Micheal had brought in from the garage. Cassie tugged it beside her stool at the kitchen table, after Mrs. Ivkin made her at least scrub off her hands and face and a gave her a change of a shirt (A faded yellow with a certain lasagna-loving cat curled on it—kinda perfect for her really). She started chugging down a glass of water, slammed it down, refilled it with with the pitcher Mrs. Ivkin had set beside her, and brought it back to her lips. “You really should be taking small sips,” I said, “and maybe eat some saltines or something…” I trailed off because her neck had cranked to my direction and the line between her eyes deepened. In fact, the color of her eyes seemed to deepen too. “My body. Is not. Like yours.” She made a motion all around, to everyone in the kitchen. And started chugging again. I shook my head. “You might as well just drink from the pitcher then, save some steps.” The regret of that statement was immediate because Cassie perked up as if suddenly I wasn’t as stupid as she thought and lunged for the pitcher. “Cassie dear, no, not in my kitchen.” Mrs. Ivkin swept over and placed piles of food in front of her and discretely moved the pitcher out of reach.

[farnwedel]

Lizenz zum Beißen 08: Storytime

Vanda und Maggie fahren zur Verlobungsfeier von Jack und Lara. Vanda trägt ausnahmsweise ein Kleid, das das lila Fledermaus-Tattoo auf ihrer Brust sichtbar lässt.

Maggie erzählt Connor, der die Handtaschen kontrolliert, ihre Lebens- bzw. Liebesgeschichte: Ihr Typ wurde, bevor sie einander kannten, von einer Voodoo-Priesterin unter Drogen gesetzt, damit er sich in sie verliebe. Die Priesterin wurde schwanger, löschte sein Gedächtnis und verließ ihn. Er wurde von Corky gefunden und wurde Vampir-Soap-Star, bis er Maggie traf, die seine wahre Identität aufdeckte und ihn mit seinem Kind (und mit sich) zusammenbrachte.

In Vandas Handtasche wiederum befinden sich Viagra, eine Augenbinde, Handschellen und ihr Nackenmassagegerät, um Connor zu schocken.

Als Phil auftaucht, versteckt sie sich jedoch. Shanna, die Frau vom Vampiroberboss Roman, findet sie und drückt ihr ihr Neugeborenes in die Hand, um selbst mal was essen zu können. Vanda kriegt einen halben Herzkasper, erst, weil sie sich an ihre kleinen Geschwister erinnert fühlt, dann, weil Maggie aufkreuzt und im Gespräch mit Shanna Formwandler erwähnt.

Für einen Moment ist Vanda mit Baby Sofia allein, bis deren Bruder auftaucht, ein kleiner Junge namens Tino, der schon teleportieren kann und außerdem Heilkräfte zu haben scheint…? Jedenfalls meint er, Sofia versuche, Vandas „tiefen Schmerz“, den sie spüren könne, zu heilen, aber sie habe noch nicht so viel Kraft.

…yada yada. Phil taucht auf. Vanda gibt in einer Nebenbemerkung zu, dass sie ein Wutproblem hat. Die anderen verziehen sich, Phil auch, mit der Ankündigung, später mit ihr zu sprechen. Vanda fällt ein, dass sie hier vor seinen Avancen sicher sein dürfte, weil die Vampire von Phils „Sponsoring“ wissen und damit auch, dass Phil und Vanda keine Beziehung haben dürften.

[artzychic27]

If MLB characters were monsters, what monsters do you think they would be and why?

Marinette

A Beldam-Like creature with a face made of porcelain, the rest of her body made of fabric, blue button eyes, and needles for fingers

Marinette can create dolls she can see through the eyes of and even talk through

If she’s holding something that belongs to someone else and she pricks herself, that someone else feel pain instead of her. (Kind of like that Voodoo guy from Monster High)

And let’s be real, this fits. The girl already makes dolls

Adrien

A Frankenstein creature made from the body parts of different models so he’ll be “perfect”

He has made fifteen days ago, but he has the mind of a teenager… He just don’t know a bunch of shit

His stitches come loose when he’s stressed

You can’t tell me this guy wasn’t Frankie on his first day of school

Alya:

Daughter of La Diablesse. She has the appearance of a demon and wears beautiful clothes and fancy hats

Alya has long dark red hair, two black horns, a forked tail, and dragon-looking feet, so no shoes fit her

I was tempted to make her a ghost like Spectra, but wanted to make her something from her culture. Then I found this lady, and she's pretty

Nino:

A highly advanced robot like Elle Eedee

His mothers, two mad scientists, built him to be able to age, eat, and sleep like any other monster.

Sometimes, the students forget he's a mosnter and try to harass him, but then he deadlifts a bus, and they back away

Elle Eedee is a deejay, that is all

Nathaniel:

He’s the hybrid son of a Krampus and a vampire. Nath has a mostly human appearance with two black horns on his head, black claws and a hooves. Now as for the vampire half, he can shift into a bat, but he keeps his horns

Don't ask why he punishes bad kids on Christmas and celebrates Hanukkah, it's a whole thing

Instead of bagging and strangling bad kids with chains, he gives them wet-willies, noogies, puts soap in their mouths, and punctures one doll with his horns

I just wanted to make Nath a demon and a hybrid

Alix:

A steam robot from the Victorian era with built-in rocket feet so she can get around much faster

Robecca did roller derby, so this was a no brainer

She, Nino, and Adrien get along well since they weren't "born"

Alix carries around a parasol just in case it rains so she won't rust, and keeps an extra one for Nath since he's forgetful as hell

Juleka:

Hybrid daughter of a Siren and a Ghost Pirate who wears outfits inspired by both of her heritages, a ton of gold jewelry, and flowing outfits

She doesn't really sing sea shanties like her mom or spells in the form of songs like her dad, mostly rock ballads that put everyone within hearing range under her spell

When she gets wet, scales appear along her body, but when dry, she has a ghostly appearance with translucent skin

I didn't do a ton of thinking for her

Rose:

Rose is the daughter of a plant monster. She has green skin, vines growing from her hair, and very sharp teeth. At will, she emits pheromones from her body that help plants grow faster

She dresses like a gothic gardener

When Rose is upset, her vines wilt, but when she's happy, multicolored roses sprout from her hair and arms. She gives them to her friends

I had no clue what to make her until I remembered Princess Fragrance and how she had green skin like Venus

Kim:

He's the son of the Kraken, able to turn his tentacles into legs whenever he's on land. His tentacles are red and can glow in the dark, he has gold scales along his arms and torso, and translucent red fins on his forearms and in place of his ears

Kim's still technically a hatchling according to Kraken biology, so he's a two-year-old prodigy in the eyes of his parents

He has trouble walking when he's underwater for so long, so Mondays are always hell for him

I was gonna make him a siren... But Juleka's already one, so you get it

Max:

He's an alien (Star Train, everybody) He crashlanded on earth in an asteroid, was sent to Area 51, got broken out by his mom, and then sent to a school for monsters

When he gets excited, Max floats and his eyes look like a galaxy

He has no idea about earth's customs and is just learning what a high-five is. On his planet, that's a marriage proposal. Kim learned that the hard way

Max has silver skin, purple eyes, star-like freckles, and crystals on his shoulders. If Max gives you a crystal, it's a sign of eternal friendship (*cough* Kim *cough*)

Ivan:

He’s a gargoyle

Because Stoneheart

For extra cash, Ivan protects the churches from demons who like to tag the walls with graffiti

His entire body is made out of stone, he has massive draconic wings on his back and two small horns on his head. (He has some serious horn envy with Nath)

Myléne:

She's the son of the Boogeyman. She has purple skin, wild pink hair filled with different bugs, and long black claws

Myléne disappears constantly because she’s always hiding in someone’s shadow or the dreamscape. It’s nice and cold there

She can emit a purple inhalant from his skin that puts people to sleep. This only happens when she gets scared or angry

I'm just taking inspiration from her Akuma form

Sabrina:

Daughter of the Invisible Man, Sabrina's clothes are kind of flashy just so she can stand out a bit. Her legs become translucent at the knee

She can turn invisible at will, and this extends to anything she's touching

Sabrina turns invisible mostly to get away from Chloé when she's on another tirade or to mess with people she doesn't like

*Cough* Vanisher *Cough*

Chloé:

She's a literal witch who casts spells on her classmates to mess with them and lords it over their heads that her mother heads the most exclusive witch coven

And so she doesn't look like "ugly monsters," she dresses in more bright colors

Chloé hates hybrids because her mom hates them, so Juleka and Nath are the ones she usually targets with her spells (All three of them).

I mean... She's kind of already a witch

Lili:

She’s a damn harpy

That's it.