#when angels weep au

[x-pair-o-dice-x]

here’s some recent doodles i made for the when angels weep au!

[bananafire11]

Small idea for Wretched!kinger. He can move and speak when he is in darkness. A nod to episode three.

He's certainly talkative

[notjaydair]

Detective Ruin AU doodles cause i CANNOT stop thinking about these two.

[jessamine-rose]

*lovingly tackles Aine*

Read my Yandere! Pierro longfics first ♪( ´▽｀)

Last week, my beloved mutual @ainescribe surprised me with Savior! Darling fan art and AHAI9232@2-!/! CRYING SCREAMING I WANT TO LOOK AT THIS ART AND WORSHIP YOUR VERSION OF SAVIOR THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BLESSING ME WITH YOUR ART—

*clears throat* Anyway, now that I finally have the time to properly sit down and comment on the fan art, I’ll do just that. Feedback will be in the tags and it will be unhinged. Once again, thank you so much to Aine for drawing this <3

[moonstruckme]

Hi! My inbox is being evil again (it's trying to keep us apart!) and temporarily deleting the exact requests I want to find, so here's a copy+paste of the request I got and thank you so much anon :)

could you do a james x fem!reader where he helps her through a particularly bad panic attack and then just cuddles her and grounds her again? i get them all the time and the thought of the comfort just makes me feel better :,)

cw: modern au, panic attack

James Potter x fem!reader ♡ 730 words

James knows it’d be no help to tell you how scared these attacks make him, but they do make him very scared. He imagines it’s not too different from your reasoning right now; he knows, ultimately, that you’ll be alright, but the thought doesn’t provide as much comfort as it should when he’s watching you with your breaths coming quick and short and your nails digging into your own palm like you can hurt yourself worse on the surface that whatever’s doing this to you. 

He starts there. Takes your hand and uncurls your fingers, threading them through his. 

“You’re okay,” he tells you, sitting on the coffee table with his knees touching yours. He shuts the computer on your lap, easing it out of your grip to move it away. “Take a breath, sweetheart.” 

If you can still hear him you show no sign of it. A tear forms in the corner of your eye, falling when you blink. He can feel your heartbeat jumping where the base of his palm rests over your wrist. 

“Can I give you a hug?” 

There, a slight nod. James curls towards you eagerly, if a bit awkwardly, his knees on either side of your thighs and sitting a bit taller than you while he rubs your back. He makes big, sweeping circles, hoping to lull you with the slow pattern. Tears slug down your cheeks in curved lines, his shirt collecting their damp masses. 

“It’ll pass, angel. It always does, yeah? I know it feels like it’s not going to get better, but it will. You’re doing so good. So, so good, my love.” 

Your breath wheezes slightly on the way in, evidence of your diligent efforts, and when it comes out a low, pained sound comes with it. James feels it deep in his throat. He increases his pressure on your back. 

“Is this okay?” he worries, then feels shitty. You’re hardly up for questioning right now. He tries to sound certain. “Focus on my hand, angel. You’re okay, I’ve got you. Take a big breath for me.” 

He feels you try, your little sob when it doesn’t go as deep as either of you want. 

“I can’t—” 

“You can, it’s alright. You’re already doing so much better, see? It’s going away.” 

This one is worse than some of the others James has sat through with you. It seems to take ages for your breathing to slow down, and a while after that until he feels your heart find a somewhat normal rhythm under his palm. 

He knows you’re with him, more present, when you move your legs to give him easier access to you. James adjusts eagerly, giving you a proper hug. Your crying is less stilted now. He never thought he’d be so relieved to hear you sniffle and weep on his shoulder. 

“There you are,” he sighs, holding you tight. “You did it, sweetheart.” 

“James,” you whimper. 

“I know, but you’re okay. Keep breathing nice and deep,” he reminds you, worried another one will start up. “You made it. Now all you have to do is take it easy for a while.” 

“Thank you.” Your voice is a soft, small thing. It encourages James back from you, though only far enough to see your face. One tear hangs from your bottom lashes like a dewdrop from a petal. When he kisses beneath your eye it transfers to his skin. 

“No thanks necessary.” He kisses you on your other cheek, just to make it even. “You did all the hard work yourself.” 

“Still,” you say, a bit wobbly, “thanks.” 

James frowns. He allows himself to stop rubbing that same endless circle on your back, brushes a piece of hair away from your face. “Anytime,” he tells you sincerely. 

The worst of your crying seems over, but the look you give him suggests you might start again. James likes to think of himself as a man unafraid of tears and strong emotions; he’ll let you cry all night if that’s what you need. Still, he’d prefer to avoid it. 

“How do you feel?” he asks quickly. “Do you want some water? We could go for a walk, it might help to be outside.” 

You don’t want to do either of those, but you do consent to another hug. Which, really, is a better outcome than he’d dared to hope for. 

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

stuffed

kinktober, day three

a/n: i've had this image stuck in my brain since like april or something, fucking finally wrote it down

warnings: devil!eddie munson x reader x angel!steve harrington, smut, threesome, tentacle sex, kissing, dirty talk, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, double penetration, double penetration in one hole, the boys bickering as usual

∼ gentle reminder that feedback, but especially reblogs are the way you support writers on here ∽

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“Fuck,” Steve nipped at your lips, a tangle of his, and the other entity’s behind you, ethereal tentacles holding you aloft between them, “your pussy feels so good when you’re all stuffed like this…”

Hearing an all too familiar demonic scoff in your ear, “you think her pussy feels good right now? Really? You don’t know what you’re talking about because her ass right now is fucking insane,” Eddie snapped his hips harshly, skin clapping loudly as he buried himself even deeper, “like actual magic.”

“What,” a cruel chuckle rumbled within the angel’s chest, “you wanna pull out and let me feel? Just fill up all of her by myself, because I’d be happy to stuff her full all on my own, thanks.” 

“Fucking let you?” Eddie actually laughed, “yeah right,” before he unexpectedly forced one of his inky tendrils into your cunt, right beside where Steve’s rough rhythm was steadily making it weep.

“Oh my god!” your hazy eyes snapped open, having fully blocked out their bickering over your shoulder as it was such a typical thing at this point. 

Plunging in just as far as the celestial cock, that already stretched you out, went, “shit,” the demon moaned, “maybe you aren’t as crazy as you sound, Harrington. Her pussy does feel amazing.”

Head falling back against Eddie’s shoulder, you just managed to spot the flame in Steve’s glare before you felt him slam one of his own gleaming tentacles into your ass. You had already been so overwhelmed prior to their petty tiff, unsure how you were able to simultaneously take just their dicks in your holes, just that stretched you out beyond belief, “fuck, g-guys, guys!” 

“What is it, baby?” you heard the lewd squelch of their efforts quadruple and echo throughout the room, “can you not take it?” Eddie’s dark whisper resonated directly in your ear, “can you not take letting us feel all of you at the same time?”

© 2023 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[yourfatherlucifer]

Young God (PSH)

Angel!Seonghwa x afab!reader

Summary: "Y'know my tongue is a weapon. There's a light in the crack that's separating your thighs and if you wanna go to heaven, you should fuck me tonight."

Warnings: MDNI, oral (fem rec.), innocence corruption, overstim, crying, rough sex, dom!seonghwa, becoming a fallen angel, cursing, mentions of going to hell, biblical mentions.

AU: Angel

Genre: Smut

WC: 778

Rating; R

Nets: @wonderlandnet @kflixnet @cultofdionysusnet @k-labels @pirateeznet

Taglist: @k-hotchoisan @wooyoungqueen @stardragongalaxy

Song: Young God by Halsey

(this is the filthiest thing ive ever written omg)

PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR

"Oh, my pretty thing. My God created you perfectly, so perfect." His hand trailed down your face as you trembled beneath him, becoming to hot in your own clothes.

"Too bad I must corrupt you, for I have fallen for you." Seonghwa smirked, sitting up, removing himself from straddling your thighs.

"Seonghwa..what are you gonna do?" your own voice betrayed you as it cracked.

He smiled, "Well, if you wanna go to heaven, my pretty, you should fuck me tonight." His wings fluttered behind him, "though, I have a feeling, after I'm done with you, I'm sure neither of us will return to heaven. I am going to corrupt your pure soul."

Seonghwa leaned forward and ripped your shirt in half, staring at your still covered breasts, "tsk. such an annoying thing."

You gasped as he ripping your bra off as well, he wore a smirk the whole time.

How did you not see something as beautiful as Seonghwa, an angel, be so filthy, so corrupting? Something sculpted by God himself, but with the personality of a sex devil. Something whose white wings were huge and blinding.

Seonghwa could see the tears in your eyes building up, "My dear, do you not want this?" He leaned forward to wipe away your tears.

"I do, Seonghwa, I just - I've never done anything like this."

Seonghwa sighed, "I figured as much, darling, that is why I want it to be me who corrupts you. Not a human, not anyone or anything else. Me." His voice became authoritative, it was frightening but oh-so-hot.

He stopped caressing your face and moved down to your waist, pulling down your bottoms with the underwear.

You became nervous, what was was he going to do?

You could feel his hot breath hovering over your wet cunt, 'Y'know, Y/N, my tongue is my weapon after all. I'd say its like the serpent who corrupted Eve."

His two hands placed a strong grip on your thighs to keep them from moving, he was about to feast and didn't want you stopping him with them.

Seonghwa's nose brushed along your clit as his tongue tested the waters of your weeping hole.

You couldn't help but moan and arch your back at this feeling that is foreign, something you've never felt. Pleasure they called it. A new experience for you.

His tongue darted in and out of your hole, dragging itself along the rubbery walls, tears were pouring down your face, "Seonghwa!" You cried out.

He simply ignored you, wanting to stay with his meal. He let your hand fly to his hair, his wings flapping in response.

Seonghwa removed himself before you could ever cum, he wants to feel it around him.

You had whined in response when he moved away, "Why?"

"Patience."

He removed his white robe, letting it fall to ground below your bed.

His hard cock stood proudly, its tip already leaking in excitement, he was definitely well endowed.

Your eyes widened as you sat up, "Seonghwa, I- is that even gonna fit?"

He cackled, "Of course it will."

Seonghwa climbed back onto the bed, a smirk on his face, his black hair dangling in front of his eyes, which were now hooded and filled with pure lust. Something you should never see on a regular angel.

He stroked his cock in front of you, letting low moans fall from his mouth, "Fuck, I cannot wait to be inside of you, my pretty thing."

You waiting eagerly as he poked the tip to your entrance, pain began to spread throughout as his pushed his way in slowly.

The tears became a waterfall, "Seonghwa!"

"It's alright, I promise it'll be okay."

He waited until he could hear moans from you before he began to thrust into you, "Ah fuck!" Seonghwa pushed your legs to your chest as he arched his back to watch his fat cock disappear in and out of your hole.

His pace became faster, his rhythm much harder.

Your moans only encouraged him as he snapped his hips against the back of your thighs, "Fuck, you're squeezing me." He hissed.

"Seonghwa, something weird is happening!"

"That's it, baby, you're cumming, just for me. Cum around my angelic fat cock." He laughed, sticking his tongue out as his concentrated on his rhythm.

"And this, this is where you corrupt me, my dear." Seonghwa felt himself cumming, so he sped up, his cum splashing your walls.

He fell on top of you, but you noticed his once white wings were slowly turning black and disheveled, "Seonghwa, your wings.."

He chuckled in your ears, "You made me fall, looks like we're both going to hell."

[postmoe]

MORE OBEY ME FICS!! PLS I BEG!! PERERABLY ONE WITH DIAVOLO IN IT PLEASEEE MY LIFE IS YOURS!!!

I LOVE THEM SO MUCH Let's do a little world building

sex for favour, contracts, apocolypse au, religious references, yandere

You really, really, really hate using your contracts. Not only does it take a toll on your body, a part of your soul being syphoned out each time but, the aftermath is also unpleasant.

Your story is typical, home demolished by Angelic monsters, rejects cast down from Heaven that didn't quite make it to Hell. Family and friends gone, only some survivors remained that were either not in your village or left with less body parts. The killing blow to your ideals was learning that the Capital had denied help from Exterminators, their best exorcist too far away and no one else willing to fight against a Throne of all creatures. No one even came to look for survivors since it was a waste of resources on a gamble not worth betting on.

Angels trudged all along the Earth, the lowest orders scattered around like pests. Middle orders tend to be the 'boss' of these groups. The highest order, Thrones, were much like natural disasters; sudden, with little warning.

It wasn't easy, and though many still prayed to the Heavens for help and despised any anti-religious behaviour, you had separated long ago from that group. An outcast of an exorcist, making deals with demons to gain enough power to kill angels. Years have gone by and no one knows how you manage to keep Avatars of Sin on your side.

No one knows you've had to sell yourself to young King of the Devildom, either.

You can harness their powers into your weapons, your soul used as fuel for very powerful attacks. To bring of them to aid you in battle, however, costs a little bit more.

.

Your arm is torn at the shoulder, fingers on your right hand bent backwards, broken. Your right eye was swollen shut, and your left leg had a flag pole through the thigh.

Ribs broken, blood coughing from your mouth, this Throne was more powerful than any other you've faced. You wonder if Lucifer could handle it, already knowing he requires your help with Thrones alone. Or maybe that was just him being a nuisance to you? You're not sure, and you're not really in a position to risk it now.

The angel before you rises, a dark mass covered in mouths, constantly laughing as you had sliced and cut through its body. When you thought you were doing well, it had suddenly stopped its incessant cackle, the hundreds of mouths on the castle-like mass opening wider than any creature you know, red veined eyes appearing and staring at you unblinkingly. Pure horror had struck you, though you were still able to force yourself to fight. Lucifer's power had damaged it enough, you really did think you won.

... Until it shed it's crust. Wet, tar-covered wings rose from the inside, two, four, eight, sixteen in all sorts of directions. You were lucky to not be hit, the tar latching to any living thing it flicked to and devouring it, turning it to a walking corpse. You were blinded by a golden light, more cracking of the crust, dust shredding once it finally propelled out. Your jaw slacked, it was somehow even bigger, the carnage of a mansion, houses, farmlands, all nothing but a playmat below it. Four of its wings dragged on the ground, the feathery limbs surrounding wheels of golden wings, mouths laughing at you, eyes unblinking and twitching in every direction. The very middle was a pair of black lips, human teeth like eyelashes over the outside of a giant, weeping eye.

You wonder if you can even pull this off?

Exhaling all your nerves, trying your best to focus as you sit slumped in the mud against a cracked boulder, you close your good eyes murmur under your breath, the words bubbling through blood, "In the name of the Exterminator, (Y/n), I call upon the aid of the demon monarch. Come forth, please, Diavolo."

Silence follows, as though a rushing river is hit with a sudden calm. When you finally open your good eye, you see Diavolo in all his glory, a low whistle reaching your hearing as he places his hand on his hips and admired the creature before you, "Just what have you gotten yourself into this time, Miss (Y/n)?"

You open your mouth to speak, only for your lungs to concave and more blood pushing up your oesophagus. The spell was apparently too much.

Diavolo smiles kindly at you, holding one of his hands up, a soft light from his palm sending all the aches and pains away, "Rest now, Miss (Y/n). You've done well to get this far."

If it weren't for the serene spell he used, you would have felt scared to become so vulnerable before a demon and an angel, contrarily you were all but eager to rest your head against the boulder and sleep.

.

When you next awoke, you were tucked into bed. Your fingers were back in place, you had bandages around your legs, arms, torso and neck. What was broken and out of place had been promptly fixed and the terrible, hellish pain you endured was now dull compared before.

You also didn't miss the way the demon lord was lapping his wet tongue between your legs, giving kisses to your clit before making out with your pussy.

His eyes met yours as his tongue delved deeper, an appreciative moan eliciting from him as you clenched around his tongue. Another kiss before he pulls away enough to talk, "Apologies, you weren't waking up and it's almost been 24 hours."

As much as you want to bark at him to get off, you recognise the pact. You needed to provide some sexual favour for the demons within 24 hours of summoning. It was embarrassing, demeaning, you felt horrible about it. They seemed to thrive off of all these feelings.

If you didn't do it, the energy depleted from the experience would double each hour, putting you out of commission for a longer time.

"I'm surprised you didn't wait," you croak, jerking when he goes back to tonguing your insides like a creature in love, "You would have gained more... food. Or, whatever it is you get out of this."

He chuckles and moves up, your thighs going over his own so he could take out his thick, throbbing cock and smack the fat of it against your stomach, "Believe it or not, I don't want to make you suffer just yet, I'll wait until I have you in my castle for that. Besides, I'm quite busy as the King." Your lips part when he nudges the head between your lips, rubbing up and down to gather your slick so he can push in nicer. The smile on his lips was too nice for a demon, "I'm quite surprised you lasted that long before summoning help, though."

Your stomach bulges from the length of his cock, humping into you upwards to really feel your body around him. His large hands graze over your hips, squeezing the flesh of your stomach before coming to cup your cheeks in a gentle embrace. Your tits rub against his pecs, and though it feels really good, you keep talking about what just happened, "It wasn't like any other Throne I've fought, hah... I think they're getting stronger."

"Throne?" He laughs, kissing you deeply, tongue tasting before his lips retreat with a wet smack, "That was no mere Ophanim, dearest. You were up against a creature on par with the Cherubim."

Of course, you knew the rankings of angels in the Celestial realm, everyone who has been forced into this situation does. It was just easier to name the monsters after those rankings. A lot of people didn't like it, though it didn't stop anyone. "Ngnn~" You move your hands to his shoulders, looking for purchase as his cock rubs deliciously inside you. You can feel your energy draining, the way Lord Diavolo holding you was like he was trying to cage you to him. "I thought only Throne rankings had made it to earth?"

"Cum for me, dearest. Only think about the pleasure you're feeling right now," he orders, biting into your neck and sucking on your skin. His lips move to below your ear, tickling you with a light flick of his tongue. One of his hands had trailed over your ribs, past your belly button and began circling and pinching your clit. Your toes curl before stretching out in pleasure, panting while you clench down around his cock, feeling the weight of his balls push into you as he empties his cum as deep as he can. You feel the trickle of your own fluid down your thighs from your orgasm.

His lips are panting over your own, though you know he isn't anywhere near as out of breath as you are. "Should I be worried?" You questioned, wishing he would avert his loving gaze from your own tired eyes.

Lord Diavolo gives you one more kiss, his cock slipping out and letting his cum overflow onto the sheets, "I have it on good intel that something big is coming. If you come across another Ophanim you must call one of us, if not multiple. And be careful..." he ominously states, standing to fix his regale, tucking away his satisfied dick, "I think a Seraphim might be visiting soon."

[sapphic-gardn]

come clean

modern au!ellie williams x afab!reader

summary: ellie makes you clean up the mess you made on her strap.

warnings (18+ mdni): smut, swearing, pet names (princess, angel, baby), strap usage (r!receiving), oral (r!receiving), a little overstimulation, one (1) ass slap, cum eating, strap sucking (ellie!receiving), no specific descriptions of reader’s appearance, i think that’s all but let me know if i missed something!

word count: 0.8k

a/n: this idea struck me while i was tipsy and extremely Horny. thank you for the love on i will. thank you for the likes, comments & reblogs—you guys make my heart explode. i love you.

“Ngh–fuck! ‘M g-gonna come– jus’ like that, Els, pleaseplease–”

The front of your body is pressed against the pale oak surface of your dresser. Ellie’s hands rest on the curve of your ass, pulling the meat taut, enamored by the debauched image of her cock riving you open. Her palm comes down with a smack on the soft integument of your derriere, the sting of the impact shoots to your core.

“Oh my god, baby— so wet..takin’ me so well,” Ellie gawks at the sight of your pussy weeping on her cock. The shaft slipping in and out so fluidly, the white ring of your cum forming at the base. She throws her head back, brows furrowed, mindlessly pounding into you. The kickback of the strap grinds against her puffy clit each time her hips meet your ass, the recoil encouraging her to go faster, harder.

“Come all over my cock, baby– fuuuck,” Ellie rasps, barely audible, her high approaching quickly. Her movements turn erratic, desperate to see you unravel for her. Her grip finds purchase on your plush hips, white knuckling the flesh, sure to leave tender bruises under their press.

The white hot sensation grows in your lower belly, traveling quickly to your peripheries.

“E-Els– fuck! I’m co-coming–” Your eyes roll back in ecstasy as your orgasm washes over you, a white haze clouds your vision. Your chest squeezes the air out of your lungs, choking on inaudible moans. Your pussy clenches around Ellie’s girth, squeezing, milking her cock as if it were real.

Grunts and groans slip past Ellie’s lips as she works towards her own release. Her thrusts become sloppy, harsh, quick, as she chases her high.

A whimper escapes Ellie, “ohmygod— ‘m coming oh fuuuck!” With one last thrust, Ellie stills inside of you. Her body folds over, sweaty skin meeting your own, feeling each gasp and convulsion that accompanies her orgasm.

Hot breath fans over the back of your neck, followed by gentle kisses that lead down, down.

Ellie slips out of you, falling to her knees, legs still shaking. You feel her presence at your core, “Els— too much, ‘s too much,” you plead with her.

“Gotta clean you up, princess.” As soon as the words leave her, she is diving into your folds, eating you from the back. Suckling the tangy nectar, moaning into you as she does so. The pressure of her tongue laps against your sensitive bud, you try to pull away but her hold is unforgiving, inescapable.

“Taste so good, baby, can’t let it go to waste.” Ellie pulls away, you peer over your shoulder, admiring the drunken expression painting her face. Your slick covers her chin, lips, nose…glistening against the rays of sunlight beaming through the window. Ellie looks god-like, heaven sent in this moment, freckled skin gleaming in sweat beads, half lidded eyes that look back at you, consumed by adoration.

Ellie stands, she lightly taps your ass, “On your knees, angel.”

You obey, slowly lowering yourself onto the hardwood, gazing up at Ellie, waiting for a command.

“Suck it.” Ellie pushes out her hips, still strap clad.

“Wha-”

“I said, suck it. Taste yourself on my cock, baby.” A sly smile tugs at her lips, “Clean up your mess.”

Ellie knows it isn’t real. She knows the purple appendage attached to the harness on her hips is merely silicone. But, fuck, it feels real when you swirl your tongue around the tip, gripping the base with your nimble fingers.

You flatten your tongue, licking from base to tip, gathering your own release onto your tastebuds. Wetness pools at your core, the sight of Ellie towering over you while you suck her silicone cock is erotic, hot. Especially when she moans and throws her head back as if she can feel your tongue gliding over the veins and ridges.

You take her deeper, fully into your mouth. The tip prods at the back of your throat, triggering your gag reflex, “Fuck— you look so pretty when you choke on my dick, baby.”

Tears fall down your cheeks, you gaze up at Ellie through damp lashes, mouth full of her cock. Her chest heaves, her eyes squeeze shut, overwhelmed by the lewd image, trying to burn it into her memory.

The resistance of your throat is too much, the kickback overstimulating her swollen clit, “O-Okay, baby…too much.” Ellie cradles your face as she pulls out of your throat. She notes the look of contentment on your face, pure bliss. She extends her hand, “Let’s actually get cleaned up now, yeah?”

She pulls you into her, leading your wobbly legs and sore knees to the shower.

-end-

a/n: sorry this was a suck ass ending. idk how to end fics. also this is my first ellie smut so be nice thank you 🙏🏼 i hope you enjoyed it yay!! -jen <3

[nekrosdolly]

enemy's daughter (18+)

albert goes after chris's daughter.

a/n; @thatgirlgames who said i was teasing? also teehee i love old man wesker sorry guysss

cw; creep!wesker, afab!reader, major age gap (reader is 21, wesker is 61), circa 2021 aka re8, wesker lives au, unsafe sex (p in v), creampie, brief nipple play, clitoral stimulation, fingering, door sex, slight breeding kink, praise and degredation

petnames used; little dove, dearest, angel

you still haven't told your dad about your boyfriend, but honestly, you don't think he needs to know. not like he ever asks, or checks in with you, anyway. growing up, you'd rebel to get his attention, but this is your best try yet.

you're dating the albert wesker, the one your dad swore he killed back in 2009. what a stupid idea, you know, but you're head over heels for the much older man. every touch warms your chest, that feeling travelling up and warming your cheeks, too. it's a different kind of high, getting the attention of an older, dangerous man that your father absolutely despises. in some weird way, being with an older guy makes you feel safe. when albert wraps his arms around you, his toned forearms warm on your stomach even through your shirt, you feel… good. you don't think about what's troubling you as much. you feel light, and like you can relax because he's got you.

he makes you go dumb in many ways. his favorite way is take you by the waist and press a kiss to your forehead, muttering about "what a good girl" you are. the way your eyes gloss over and your cheeks flush pink makes his cock hard in his leather pants. every time you give him that look, it takes all of him to keep from fucking you wherever you may be. you knew you were in for it the first time he said it for you, because he's never let you live it down since.

you just hope your dad doesn't come home to see wesker when his restraint fails. like now.

albert hasn't bothered to undress you properly as he presses you against your front door, your tits squished against the fiberglass composite exterior with your back arched, his hips flush with your own as he rips your tights open by the gusset. fleetingly, you mourn the loss of another pair of tights.

"baby," you whine as he grips your hips with one hand, the other coasting around to and down your tummy to cup your cunt through your sinfully sheer underwear. you're wet, but what's new? you've been wet since you greeted him at the door, hours prior, and now as he's about to leave. of course, he can't leave you without giving you some of his cum.

"i know, dearest, i know." he murmurs, his hard-on throbbing in the confines of his pants. they're becoming uncomfortable, his precum forming a wet patch in his boxers. he needs you now.

the hand on your hip moves, slipping under your shirt and beneath the cup of your bra to lightly pinch your nipple, eliciting a soft moan from you as you press your cheek against the door. your knees are hardly supporting you at this point. his hand cupping your cunt moves the gusset of your panties aside, two long and cold fingers moving between your wet folds, pushing into your weeping cunt with ease. gummy walls flutter and clench, a breathy noise leaving you. the heel of his hand bumps against your clit with every thrust of his fingers, the friction bringing you ever closer to your impending orgasm.

you don't really have time to be doing this, though. your father is due home in ten minutes.

just as you get close, your cunt sucking in his fingers with every welcome thrust, he rids you of them and instead forces them in your mouth, his other hand leaving your body to undo his belt and nearly tear his fly open. he skips taking them off, favoring pushing them down just enough for his cock to be let free. it's leaking something fierce, even as he drags the fat head through your folds as a warning before sheathing himself fully inside you.

the stretch brings about an unwelcome burn that melts into pleasure within seconds as he starts thrusting with the desperation of a dying man. as much as he'd love to surprise your dad with you impaled and drooling on his cock, on edge and ready to cum, he'll save that for another day. he's too preoccupied with how your cunt sucks him in, how you whine and dig your nails into the tough material of the front door, the brass doorknob digging uncomfortably into your thigh. if he could keep you this dumb, this sedated from his cock forever, he would.

you're all but drooling, every thrust forcing a sinful sound from the depths of your throat. the lewd squelching noise you two make together only adds to the intensity, how he's so rough with you. his whispers in your ear, praise mixed with filth, make you squeeze him extra nice.

"such a sweet girl, angel. my dumb little dove, already drooling just from my cock," he croons in your ear, hardly breaking a sweat as you draw nearer to your climax. you nod, fucked out and dizzy.

"mhm- m'gonna c-cum- fuck-" you scratch at the door just as the pad of his middle finger circles your puffy clit, his free hand nearly crushing the bones in your hips. he groans quietly, just barely audible but with the close proximity it's hard to miss.

you cum with a final cry of his name, your kneels threatening to buckle below you. he bites your pulse point, stifling the moan he lets loose as the coil in his own stomach tightens. he's not going to pull out, either. he never does, in hopes of knocking you up, and he knows you're ovulating. you made the mistake of telling him so just a few days ago and he hasn't stopped thinking about it since.

you're whining that it's too much, that your dad is almost home and that you two need to stop really soon. he cums not a moment later, not stopping as he fully intends on fucking his spend as deep as possible into you. his cock pokes your cervix and you yelp, briefly realizing that nobody's ever done that to you before.

just as quickly, he's tucking himself into his pants and hoisting you up in his arms to place you on the couch. he pecks your lips before rushing out the door with a brief "goodbye", leaving you stuffed with his cum and dizzy in the middle of your living room. you hear his car start and peel out of the driveway, just as your dad texts you that he's almost home. you let your eyes flutter shut as you turn on your side, falling asleep shortly after.

when you wake up, you've got a blanket over your lower half and your dad's sitting in his recliner, glass of bourbon in hand and a cigarette in the other. he doesn't need to tell you that he knows what happened.

[x-pair-o-dice-x]

What's the "when angels weep" au?

i’ve talked about it briefly under a tag,, plus i shared some extra stuff in my scraps fic on ao3, but i can do a lil recap!

tommy enters a temple on behalf of an adventuring guild he is a part of,, joined by ranboo and tubbo(the latter prolly back at the guild base and talking to them over communicators or something). their goal is to find some sort of treasures or jewels that the guild can sell, or- something like that. and so, they’re assigned to go to this ancient temple,, because temples usually have cool shit in them.

the two end up splitting up to cover more ground, because this is a big temple. like.. really big. bigger than temples probably should be.

along the way, tommy comes across this large room, which is fairly empty, apart from two things.

one, being the countless crows that seemed to be gathered in the room. he had seen a couple of crows in the temple here and there, but- jesus fucking christ.

and two, the arguably more glaring one, was the giant fucking statue under an arch in a wall.

and he means giant. he barely thinks he’s bigger than one of it’s fingers.

it was a pretty neat statue, though. it’s eyes were closed, and it’s hands were placed over it’s chest, as if trying to feel it’s heart. it was carved wearing a robe-looking thing, and it had giant wings that seemed to dwarf it. whoever crafted this had put a lot of time and effort into it, even he can see that.

it’s nothing tommy could take back to the guild, though- even if he wanted to, it was far too big to even think about moving it away from it’s home.

so, tommy moves on.

and soon, trouble starts to brew.

[that-hazbin]

Media Demon AU

Could also shove him at Charlie, by then(Vox arrived in 50's-ish?) Vox’s ego must have taken a serious bashing, humbling even, never a Overlord, his dreams completely incompatible with hell. He tries to be artistic, he really does but he's just never quite good enough, too money focused, too narrow minded. Charlie trying to get Vox to think outside the Box.

Escapism is the name of the game in this new hell, the Media Demon who went to hell and changed Pride. He sponsors artists new and old who create things that angels would weep over if given the chance. (countless people who never go the chance in life are the second comings of artistic masters) Hell as a colourful cultural hotpot, a community of peoples instead of just a wretched hive of scum and villany.

I think Alastor would sooner beat Vox with a severed arm before he let him anywhere near Charlie. Vox may be different this time around, but simply put, Alastor just doesn't trust him. At All. Especially considering the fact that Vox has the potential for literal brainwashing; just because Vox didn't grow powerful enough to discover that ability doesn't change the fact that he one day could. And Alastor knows from experience that Vox can very easily turn into a piece of shit the second he starts feeling powerful. It's a risk he isn't willing to take, especially with Charlie on the line.

You're right about pride becoming a cultural hotpot. The idea is that the Pride Ring actually becomes something that embodies pride; everyone is given the chance to show off their talents, have pride in their work without fear of consequences. It doesn't matter your background, your race, your financial situation, your disability. You're given support to show what you can do. And Alastor set it up that way on purpose. It breeds an environment perfect for making Charlie's redemption idea a reality, and makes sinners look less like unsalvageable monsters.

(In fact, it may be a way to get the exorcists second-guessing. Imagine coming down to slaughter people, only to see the streets clean, adorned in art, tasteful architecture around every corner, and hospital buildings armed to the teeth, damned determined to protect the sick and disabled. Who's the monster in this scenario? Can you call yourself righteous, doing what you're doing, when faced with this version of reality?)

[padfootagain]

Love in Verses (XLV)

Chapter 45 : ‘Nobody, but nobody can make it out here alone.’

Hi! Here is a new chapter! Let’s find out what is gonna happen between the best friends!

I hope you like this chapter! Tell me what you think!

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Pairing: Hozier x fem!reader (professor!AU)

Warnings: slow burn, angst, hurt, hurt/comfort, tooth-rotting fluff in later chapters, some scenes in later chapters will have heavy sexual themes even if it’s not explicit nsfw description, so no minors here

Summary: Your life seems perfect. You're engaged, your career is thriving as you become an assistant professor at Trinity College, and this Andrew Hozier-Byrne you're sharing an office with seems to be a nice guy you hope to call a friend soon. Life seems to be smiling at you... until everything goes sour. When your fiancé breaks up with you, your perfect world shatters. And when your colleague also gets his heart broken soon after, your shared office seems to be a curse rather than a blessing. But Andrew seems determined to mend your broken hearts... Will things finally go according to plan?

Word Count: 3230

Masterlist for the series – Hozier’s masterlist – Main masterlist

Alone

Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone I came up with one thing And I don’t believe I’m wrong That nobody, But nobody Can make it out here alone. Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone. There are some millionaires With money they can't use Their wives run round like banshees Their children sing the blues They've got expensive doctors To cure their hearts of stone. But nobody No, nobody Can make it out here alone. Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone. Now if you listen closely I'll tell you what I know Storm clouds are gathering The wind is gonna blow The race of man is suffering And I can hear the moan, 'Cause nobody, But nobody Can make it out here alone. Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone. Maya Angelou

Andrew watched the name of his best friend shine across the screen of his phone.

What was he supposed to do?

“Y/N? What’s going on?” Siobhán’s voice came muffled through the phone.

“Erm…”

“WHAT?!”

“Nothing, it’s alright,” you lied, before mouthing to Andrew to take the call.

And so he did. He picked up the phone, moved to the bathroom and closed the door behind him so he wouldn’t hear your conversation and you wouldn’t hear his.

“Hey, mate…” he answered the phone, trying to sound casual, but he was quickly interrupted by a very not-casual Alex.

“Andy, I’ve fucked up. I’ve fucked up big time.”

Andrew winced.

Christ, if your best friend and his best friend were heading towards some hurtful drama, you and Andrew were in for an awful lot of trouble…

“What did you do?”

“Don’t be mad at me, okay? I know it was a bad idea. I know I shouldn’t have done it. But I just…”

He heaved a frustrated sigh. Andrew could hear in the slight breathiness of his voice that Alex was pacing.

“I know that she’s Y/N’s best friend, and thus off-limits. But I just… Look, I didn’t… Christ… Weeping fucking Jesus Christ…”

“What happened?”

“I slept with Siobhán.”

Andrew tried to fake surprise, but Alex was his best friend…

“Wait?! How can you know that!”

“I didn’t! You’ve just told me!”

“Yeah, and you’re clearly faking it, so how did you know? Did Y/N tell you about this?! Wait… that means Siobhán told Y/N…”

Andrew heaved a defeated sigh, rubbed at his tired eyes. He had not slept enough for this…

“Siobhán told Y/N last night when they were having a night out… I overheard.”

“Fuck… What did she say?”

“Mate… come on… she confided to Y/N, I shouldn’t even know about this…”

“She called me last night.”

“Okay… And that’s not good, because…?”

Silence.

“Alex?”

Silence still.

Oh God… Alex was going to tell him that it was just a one-night stand, and Andrew and you would be caught in the middle…

“I like her.”

Andrew raised a surprised eyebrow.

“Well… that’s grand!”

“NO! NO, IT’S NOT FUCKING GRAND, ANDY! I FUCKING LIKE HER!”

“What did she say in her call?”

“Wait… like… you have to understand how this whole thing happened, okay? Because… we spent the past few months talking… on the phone I mean. Like… a lot. And every time I was up north, I’d drop by and have a drink with her, cause she’s good craic, you know? A couple of weeks ago, I had a gig in Belfast. And so, obviously, I invited her. And then, one thing led to another, and we… spent the night together.”

“Okay… sounds normal to me, for now…”

“Yeah, but when I woke up she had run off.”

“Ouch…”

“Yeah… like… one-night stand kind of thing. She had just… vanished. She didn’t call me again after that, I tried calling her a few, but she wouldn’t pick up… just… we slept together and then it was radio silence.”

“I will refrain from joking about that.”

He could picture Alex rolling his eyes.

“Sex was amazing, don’t even start,” Alex replied, but there was a chuckle in his voice.

“I see… she bailed out on you.”

“Yeah…”

“And last night?”

“Well… I woke up this morning to five missed calls and three long voicemails telling me that she had freaked out, that she liked me… a lot, that she was sorry, that she… more than liked me…”

“And that’s bad, because…?”

“She was clearly drunk. Do you think she simply wanted to get laid?”

“Aren’t you in Cork or something?”

“Yeah, but she doesn’t know that.”

Andrew remembered Siobhán’s confession the previous night, and the panic in her voice this morning. It was obvious she genuinely liked Alex, but had freaked out for some reason…

“Look… I… I like her, okay? Like… I really do. A lot…” Alex admitted, his voice shaking. “I don’t want some weird… friends with benefits situation, or for her just to call me cause she has a craving, like…”

“I don’t think that’s what it was, Alex. I really don’t.”

“You think?”

“Yeah…”

He heaved a sigh. He couldn’t tell Alex what Siobhán had told you last night, she trusted you with it. But he couldn’t let his friend being misled by fear either.

“Look, I don’t know everything about what happened on her side, and I can’t tell you what I’ve overheard, because it would be betraying Y/N’s and Siobhán’s trust… but, trust me, she was not calling just for sex. I think she genuinely freaked out that night.”

“Why? Like… it was amazing, Andy. Not just sex… although the sex was mind-blowing… but the evening was grand. Everything was fine. We weren’t drunk, we weren’t high, she knew what she was doing, like… why would she suddenly freak out?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know, but I think you should give her a chance to explain herself.”

“You’re a sap. Perhaps it was just sex…”

“Trust me on this. Alex… don’t bail out just yet. Give her a second chance. You’d regret not to, and you know it.”

Alex groaned, but agreed anyway.

“I’m not going to be tender on her, though. She left me… like… that shit… hurt a lot…”

“I know, mate. I know. But give her a chance to make things right. If she doesn’t, then you’ll know where to stand. Something tells me you want to give her a chance, right?”

Alex heaved a sigh.

“I really like her a lot…”

“Then don’t give up so easily. Everybody makes mistakes.”

“Since when are you so damn wise, huh?”

“I’m a professor.”

“Y/N has had a good influence on you, you mean?”

“Obviously!”

They laughed, but Andrew was gentle again when he spoke once more.

“Are you gonna be alright?” he asked his friend, concern genuine and evident in his voice.

“Yeah… yeah… Thanks, mate.”

“Anytime.”

“I guess… there’s no way you can keep me updated on what happens with Siobhán…”

“I’m not a double-agent! And I won’t take the risk to piss off Y/N. Are you insane?”

“I’ve seen her angry once and I understand why you won’t take that risk, even for me.”

Andrew laughed.

“Yeah… terrifying. And super hot.”

“I don’t want to know anything else about that, bye, Andy!”

Andrew merely laughed while Alex was hanging up. He took a moment to gather his thoughts, and then walked out of the bathroom again.

You looked up at him, still on the phone with your friend.

“You can tell Siobhán to stop panicking. And if Alex calls, she better pick up the phone and have a proper conversation with him. He’s not mad. He’ll give her a second chance. I don’t think she’ll have a third though.”

You nodded.

“Did you hear that?” you asked through the phone.

“Yeah… thanks, Andy!”

“Don’t mention it.”

A high-pitched cry came from your phone.

“Oh my God! He’s calling me!”

“Alright, I’ll leave you to it.”

“No! Wait! What do I tell him?!”

“The truth, Siobhán. Tell him the truth.”

Before your friend could answer, you were ending the call.

Andrew kept on staring at you for a moment, while your gaze lingered on your phone. You hadn’t moved from the bed, the covers gathered over your laps and his t-shirt covering your chest, your hair messed by sleep. You rubbed at your eyes, heaved a sigh. When you looked up at him, you held out your hand, and he knew what that gesture meant.

Come here to me.

And so he came closer, he always did, chose to do so every time.

“Had you seen this one coming?” he asked, half-amused, half-worried.

“Not really… I mean… I knew she kind of liked him. I thought she was joking around more than anything else, though. And I thought that if anything was to happen between them, it wouldn’t be anything serious.”

“I didn’t think they were into each other. I thought they were just friendly. Alex didn’t tell me about it.”

“Siobhán only told me last night too.”

You held out your hand again, and he took it in his, interlocking his fingers with yours. But then you gently pulled him closer. And so, he climbed back into the bed, sat against the headboard and opened his arms for you to nestle in his warm embrace.

“Why do you think she reacted like that, though? Alex was upset.”

“Was he?”

“Hmmm… I mean, it’s Alex. He’s not like… the kind of guy to talk about his feelings a lot. But I know him. He was upset. He really likes her a lot.”

You took a moment to answer, and he didn’t rush you. He knew you so well, like the back of his hand, sometimes he caught himself thinking he knew you better than anyone on this earth, and sometimes he even thought he was right about that. You would answer, you simply needed time to gather your thoughts. Your touch was soft on his stomach, your fingers tracing mindless patterns over his skin after you slipped your hand under his t-shirt. Nothing sexual, you simply longed for the closeness that came with skin-upon-skin, and he knew what that felt like. The want… the need to reach out for someone he loved. Longing for the comfort that came with the simple, chaste touch. His heart sped up at the thought that you loved him like that, too.

“She just… I didn’t know her yet, when it happened, but she told me she had been in a serious relationship when she was very young. It got messy. I don’t know the details, but she told me he was very controlling. She was 18, and when she got out of all that mess, she wanted to just… enjoy herself. Discover herself. I think she values her freedom more than anything else now, and she’s scared that trusting another man again to the point of entering a real relationship will take that freedom from her.”

“Alex isn’t controlling at all… he’s a good man.”

“I know. And I think that if she’s falling for him, it’s because she knows that, too. But still… I reckon that’s why she’s freaking out.”

“I hope they can figure it out. Because they genuinely seem to like each other, but also because, if things turn ugly between them, it’s going to be difficult for us.”

“Yeah… I hope they’ll figure it out too.”

Andrew checked the time on the screen of your phone, you had discarded it on the bed. He heaved a sigh.

“We should get up and get ready for lunch.”

But you didn’t move an inch.

“Five more minutes.”

“We’ll be late.”

“You’re always late everywhere, might as well use that as an excuse.”

He laughed at that, bright and loud.

“I thought you’d have a good influence on me, try to make me be on time to things.”

“Absolutely not. Not when I can cuddle you instead. That is so much better than getting ready for lunch.”

Andrew smiled, tightened his hold on you.

Yeah… he couldn’t argue with that.

Your visit at Queen’s University was full of nostalgia. You pointed at things to show them to Andrew as you walked by together, hand in hand. You showed him your former office, introduced him to your colleagues. You would have been lying, had you pretended that you weren’t showing him off a little. But then again, you reckoned that you could…

Your former boss was still the same. Cillian was sweet and funny, and looked at you like a proud father. After all, you were young enough to be his daughter, indeed.

He seemed to like Andrew the second they shook hands, and he spent the next fifteen minutes asking your boyfriend about his research and his classes. He seemed impressed, you were so proud…

You headed to your old cafeteria for lunch, the one where you had spent years eating mediocre food while laughing with your colleagues, caught in your little academic bubble, oscillating between fear, depression, burn-out, female rage and love for your job. You hadn’t moved to Dublin too long ago, but still, it felt like a lifetime ago that you were working here. Your life was so different then. You looked over at Andrew, sitting next to you, doing chit-chat with some of your former colleagues, and you smiled at the thought that your life was so much better now…

By your side, Siobhán finally managed to catch your attention long enough to whisper an update on her love life.

“Alex and I talked this morning. A lot.”

“And?”

She heaved a sigh.

“I did what you told me. I told him the truth. That I was freaking out, that I was afraid to enter an exclusive relationship again. I… I told him about my ex.”

“And? What did he say?”

She smiled, something tender and sweet, a look you hadn’t seen in a long time on her.

“He said that he understood, that we could go slow, but… that he had feelings for me. That he… really liked me. And that he… he didn’t want to sign up for anything that wouldn’t be exclusive.”

“That’s good.”

“Yeah… so… I said I could try, give it a go… But that I needed him to be patient with me. He seemed to understand.”

“I hope it’s going to work for you two! You would go well together.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah, I know so.”

“And since when are you an expert in romance, huh? Just because you can quote any scene from Pride and Prejudice doesn’t mean you know shit about matters of the heart.”

But you gave her a cheeky grin

“Since I’ve found this tall lad I love very much,” you answered, leaning against Andrew.

He didn’t know that you were talking about him, he was busy with his own conversation. Still, he didn’t think as he shifted closer, moved his arm to wrap it around you, to rest his hand on your waist, to draw mindless patterns over your jumper.

“You two are disgusting,” Siobhán winced, but you knew she didn’t mean it.

You lingered in the cafeteria over a coffee that was growing cold. Some of your former colleagues went back to work, including Siobhán, but you kept on talking with Cillian, he didn’t seem ready to part just yet, wanted to make sure you were doing well down there, in Dublin. Meanwhile, Andrew was talking with a PhD student you didn’t know, but who had tagged along with the rest of the team at your table for lunch, and you didn’t mind that she was there, of course, you wouldn’t have wanted for her to be left alone simply because you were visiting and didn’t know her.

That was before she started seriously hitting on Andrew though…

He didn’t seem to notice, his answers were neutral and shy, the ones you knew he would use with any new person he would meet. Voice quiet, shoulders a little bent, trying not to seem too intimidating, his shyness coming through. Still, he was charming, kind, and looked like sin…

You noticed the way she stared as he ran his fingers through his glorious curls, and you hated it.

You hated too that you felt jealous. You trusted Andrew, and you couldn’t imagine him doing something as disrespectful as flirting with another woman while he literally had an arm wrapped around you. Still, your blood was boiling. More than anything else, it was boiling because you were frustrated with your own thoughts, with your own stupid doubts about yourself and your own worth. But she was smart, and so pretty, and was so confident, the kind of confidence and charisma you lacked in your daily life…

You hated yourself for thinking that Andrew could prefer someone like her over you…

When Cillian wanted a refill of coffee, before ‘finally letting you go’, you couldn’t say no. So, you stood up with him, went to the coffee machine and chatted with just him for a while, forgetting to fill up your mugs, but none of you were fooled. When it was time to leave, he was genuinely sad, but you promised him to come visit again sooner. Besides, you would see each other again in conferences and seminars, you were doomed to bump into each other regularly, as academics working in similar fields. You were still melancholic when you bid him goodbye.

When you walked back to the table, on the other side of the room, Andrew was standing up, his cheeks flushed and brow furrowed. He visibly relaxed when he saw you walking closer.

“Are you ready to leave?” he asked in a neutral tone, but you heard it still that he was angry.

Why was he angry?

“Yeah! Let’s go! I need to show you the library before we leave the campus.”

“Sure, lead the way, hun.”

You waved to the rest of your colleagues, before walking away. Andrew remained quiet until you were out of the building.

“What’s wrong?” you probed, and he threw you a cautious look.

“Cassie… the PhD student…”

“Hmm?”

“She was hitting on me.”

His cheeks turned crimson, you weren’t sure if it was out of embarrassment or outrage.

“The audacity of that woman! My partner is right there, I’m here because I’m accompanying you… and she hits on me?! Unbelievable…”

You tried to bite back your answer, but couldn’t.

“Well… it must be flattering, she was beautiful…”

He rolled his eyes.

“I’m taken. And she knew it. It was very disrespectful. That’s why I wanted to leave… I hope I didn’t rush you.”

“No… no, you didn’t, don’t worry.”

“Christ, I can’t believe it… I still can’t believe it.”

He seemed to read into your silence, into the way you walked just a little bit further away from him than usual, into the way your steps were not quite in sync with his.

He reached for your hand, made you stop and turn to him. Outside, students hurried to their next classes or towards the library you were heading for yourselves. You didn’t notice any of them as they passed by. But then again, how could you, when Andrew’s hazel eyes stared into your soul this way?

“Y/N. I would never do that to you. You know that, right? I… I’m not that kind of man, but after what happened with our exes, I would never…”

“I know. I trust you.”

And you did. You reckoned that you trusted him more than you trusted yourself, because if you doubted your own worth, the love in his gaze as he smiled down at you showed you that he never doubted.

He reached up to cup your cheek.

“I know it wasn’t a comfortable situation, but I love you. You’re the one I want.”

“I know. And I want you too.”

He looked away, mumbled the rest of his confession, before he started walking faster than before.

“I don’t think there is another person on this earth I could want more than I want you, baby.”

You grinned, hurried to follow him. You reached for his hand, held it tight in yours.

Maybe, he did love you as much as you loved him…

[magnusraydar]

Okay, here's an idea for a Batfam Monster AU

Bruce- a monster hunter. Learn that monsters are people, too. They are children, they can feel, they can think, therefore they are.

Dick- Vampire. A boy who watched his family be slain and fall from hunters. A boy filled with anger but kindness.

Jason- werewolf. He's huge and stalking, a loud black snarling mass that was just suffering from hunger.

Tim- Ghost. He died young, a child who died from neglect from someone who was supposed to care. He's physical. He can touch and interact, but he's perpetually cold.

Steph- Siren. She was just seeking her own legacy. Something different from her father, she's quicker witted than him, she's smarter than him, and her voice is more convincing than him.

Cass- Weeping Angel. A child who moves more when no one looks. No one had truly seen her. She left them. She ran, with no eyes on her, until him.

Damian-half goat demon, half human. Damian is the heir to the Demon thrown. He's the grandson of the Demon Head, but yet he is human. His father is a hunter of what he is but also a guardian of those like him.

Duke- witch (primarily light magic) He was only just beginning to learn when the clown hurt his parents. He was terrified, and his magic was so much stronger. He found him, showed him kindness, and offered mentorship.

Alfred- ??? (Fallen angel? Just immortal?) He's special. His aura feels warm and gentle, but he's flawed and has unkind things under his belt. But he feels kind.

Barbara- a seer (she's got many eyes, always watching) she saw a lot, her father's cases, the hunters work. She worked with the hunter, but after the clown, her eyes grew many. She saw more and can still help.

Any suggestions for change? Might make doodles of them who knows. I've got a lot to draw, lmao

[leidostrange]

💥AU EXPLANATION DOWN BELOW💥

Au where the twins time travel by other matters by accident (weeping angels type thing but less scary and just troublesome)

And they come across Ford who takes this all in but because this is taking place in the messy bill era he knows he cant safely care for these kids but that he will figure something out and he calls up Stan a lot earlier and similar to canon they have theyre fight but since the twins are there they kinda intervene and a few days take place where they all start to bond and mend things. The twins during this stay also have a few adventures but come across Fidds and his plans against Ford.

Jumping to this animatic though the twins jump in the way to save Ford since thats their ticket home but alas what good is it when you also still need to provide information you held back from shock and suspicion because you found out the whole stan isnt what he seems thing.

[yuri-is-online]

The sheer untapped angst of Jamil in the fyuuture au is haunting me so it's your problem now /hj. I'm trying so hard to be normal right now ugh take my thoughts please they need to get out of my skull so that I can articulate to others how much the fate of Jamil in the first timeline just haunts me. It's like a weeping angel I can't take my eyes off of it and the moment I do it just kills me to fathom the possibilities.

But god imagine being Jamil and you have someone who for the first time is solely on your side, no other reason than that they chose you because they like you and want to stand by your side. I imagine Jamil must have had reservations about potentially dragging yuu into the job of servitude but like hell that was gonna stop them. And then he's happy because he has an actual life outside of Kalim, they've matured over the years and Jamil has more freedom from him than he ever had. He once couldn't fathom condemning a child to share his last name but he is going to be a father and he's so excited.

Then it's just gone. Yuu isn't next to him when he wakes up one morning and the front door of the house is still open. It's a surprise he didn't wake up from the smell of the food burning in the kitchen but he can't think straight because something is so clearly horribly wrong. All of their things are where they left them, their phone is still on the kitchen counter and they didn't take their keys. Neither of them were working in the months leading up to the birth of the child, a gift from Kalim he hadn't refused. He's panicking and in his panic he does something he never would have fathomed himself doing, he reaches out to Kalim for a help.

By the time he gets a response it kills him. He will never know what happened to his spouse or child, Kalim will never get his message, the next time Kalim sees Jamil after the latter's baby shower and paternity leave, will be when his corpse is being dragged along by the sorcerer of the sands. It will ironically be, the last thing he sees.

There is a lot of tragedy in this ayuu, but with Jamil specifically it verges into horror in a way I didn't fully appreciate when I drafted it.

Jamil is essentially a feudal vassal who wishes for the freedom to be a normal member of society. He also, and this is so important to his character even though it often gets overlooked, wants his family to be respected. His parents, his sister, his first memory is them kneeling to a different set of parents and that kills him inside.

For you to come from a world where his situation is somewhat of a foreign concept and still choose him, choose to throw your support behind him because he is worth reforming the world for- it is everything to him. He got his happy ending through hard work and he deserves it, so why is it being taken from him? Why is Kalim's mess of a family taking from him again?

I don't think Jamil ever realizes it has nothing to do with him; the idea that he was collateral damage isn't really something that computes with how his life has been up until that point. The behavior of his phantom certainly doesn't help anyone realize that either, the way it hunts down the Al Asims and controls the people of his home you would assume that was all the corpse that birthed it wanted. That it would have been better off for everyone if there had been no baby shower planned, no paternity leave, no child to begin with. But that's not true. It was never about Jamil, he was just there and it was convenient to blame him for it.

Something that child will realize he has been doing too when he's forced to see just how happy his father really was, once upon a dream.