#wish itd leave my head

[tiredrobin]

referring to my last post im too lazy to like. explain the premise in detail so the basic idea is danny and damian twins thing, danielle/dani clone is the same age as danny, she has his memories but not all of them and jumbled and fragmented and messy and it fucks with her a lot. and danny also. now theyre triplets in the way where damian has obviously no memories of dani but she remembers him and its SO MESSY and emotionally difficult for all of them because dani is 100% danny's sister but not damian's. heres a non-specific ficlet thing i tamped out because this au is stuck in my fucking head but i dont know enough to write it because i dont care abt dc stuff. thanks for understanding

also. theyre literally all transgender. because i said so. this is a legal requirement for this au. vlad switched the chromosomes to make a more stable clone but dani was like "...no, im a girl actually". danny and dani joke about switching bodies all the time. damian and danny didn't know they were trans until after they separated, damian still doesnt know danny is because he thinks danny is dead, danny does know Now because damians a wayne and is in the news and danny recognized him evn tho no one but damian's family knows hes transmasc. also danny is transmasc in the agender kind of way. nothing can fucking stop me

vague context: sometimes dani quizzes danny on his/sorta-their past, bcuz her memories are so weird and jumbled and it helps to hear the truth evn when she cant actually remember it.

cw: brief mention of an adult being creepy towards children

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"Okay," Dani says, and Danny pretends he isn't fervently praying she'll shut up.

"Okay," he echoes after a long moment, prompting. Somehow, the wariness doesn't leak into his voice.

"Third coach tried to kill us—you," she says.

'Third coach' means Danny and Damian's third trainer. Dani uses words pretty strangely, sometimes. Her language has a habit of slipping into something more rudimentary, simplified, like she's a toddler.

She's a year and seven months old. Her grasp on language is, in Danny's personal opinion, remarkable.

"That happened, yes," Danny says when he realizes he'd been quiet too long. He's starting to drag. These conversations are exhausting in a way he can never articulate, not even to Dani, but there'd be no reason to because he knows she gets it. From the way she's listing to her side in the air, the imbalance fucking with her physics enough that she's starting to drift very subtly to the left, she's worn thin.

"… Why?" she asks after a long pause. "He seemed nice."

Danny focuses in on the thrum of her core. It's in near-perfect resonance with his own, which used to be so deeply disturbing it made his skin crawl but now feels soothing. It's a balm on his frayed nerves during the bad days; a reminder that, though he's lost one sibling, he has another.

"He wasn't," Danny murmurs. Third trainer smiled a lot—that might be what Dani is remembering—but he had wandering hands and a creepy way of looking at him and Damian. He taught them about pinching nerves. His fingers always lingered.

"Oh," says Dani. She rights her tilt, though she's still drifting. Danny's brain does a weird thing, a math sort of thing, that calculates the angle of her drift, the current speed, the projected acceleration. If she keeps going, she'll bump into the wall in three minutes, twenty-seven seconds.

(His brain does weird things like that, sometimes. Frostbite says it's a result of ectoplasm mixing with living neural pathways. The ectoplasm appears to be acting as a stimulant of sorts, or maybe a steroid. A stimulant-steroid. (…Stimuloid?) He hadn't been able to follow the explanation very well at the time, due to the fact that his brain was doing the opposite of what it's doing now. Sometimes he thinks so fast it feels like his thoughts are teleporting; sometimes his head is so foggy he can barely process what's right in front of him. It's super great. Super.)

"… Oh," Dani says again, softer. Then, in an abrupt subject change, "Did you really almost push Tucker off some stairs?"

"You" this time. The way she selects it—"us", "me", "you"—it says a lot about how the memory feels to her. She'd been raised an assassin; she barely knows Tucker, Danny's oldest friend. She hardly recognizes dad; she wants to cling to Sam. Sometimes it's him, sometimes it's her, sometimes it's a weird third thing. Or something. She'd phrased it in a way that made him laugh and forget most of it, when he'd asked, and now he regrets that.

"I did, yeah," he huffs a laugh. "He stole—"

"Our truck!" Our. "Yeah, okay, I remember that."

"It wasn't a truck."

"No? It—ohhh, it was the, um. The model train. The one you built! That Tucker's dad gave you."

He nods. "Yeah. I was worried he'd break it."

"And pushing him down the stairs wouldn't?"

"Assassin training."

"Sure."

One of her eyes is a little crinkled. She might be getting a headache, because that's the face Danny makes when he's getting a headache. (It's the face Damian made when he got one, too.) (Stop comparing them.) "You should get some rest," Danny tries.

"I'll get nightmares."

Her nightmares are weird. She's talked about them enough for Danny to feel familiar with them, even though his are nothing like her's. She'd tried sharing one with him, once, and it'd hurt his head for days after.

"I'm gonna get nightmares too, now," he points out. She winces. Danny realizes too late that might have sounded more accusatory than intended. He wanted her to stop asking questions, yeah, but not at the cost of herself. He's the reason she exists now; he's the reason why her head is so stuffed full of things that don't make sense, memories and daydreams and terrors both real and imagined haunting every step she takes. Even if he isn't the one that made her, hadn't ever wanted her—even if that, she's his responsibility.

"It goes both ways, idiot," she says.

She's not reading his mind, but. It's like she is. She can feel his core like it's his thoughts, and that's near enough. "I'm the older brother," he says, intentionally putting something a little haughty in his voice, a tone he hasn't carried since he was, like, eight or something. The effect is ruined a bit as he lays down, angled so he can still watch her drift towards the wall. "You're my responsibility. That's how it goes."

She rolls her eyes. "What if I wanna be the older brother?"

"Can't. You're the youngest, out of the three of us."

Dani sort of… pauses.

Danny does, too. He hadn't meant to say that out loud. Damian is… "gone" isn't the right word, because he's not dead. Not like Danny thought he was for a… for a while. But he's off limits in a way Danny can't access. He hasn't referred to Damian as his brother since the first time Dani started asking questions, and she'd been careful to avoid doing so herself. Which would seem considerate, if Danny didn't know she avoided it because the whole thing just feels too big and too messy to look at in the eyes.

And here Danny's gone, shoving his foot in his mouth. The three of us. There isn't three; Damian has to think Danny's dead. Has to have mourned him. If Damian knew…

It's so scary to think about.

And—there's Dani, now. Not a replacement—nothing could replace Damian—but Damian would feel that she is. Probably.

"What a mess," Dani says.

Had she thought the same things? Maybe. No way to tell without asking, and Danny's too tired to ask. "Yeah."

She touches down onto the ground. On silent feet, she checks the locks on Danny's door, and then she pads over to the bed and nudges him until he gives her enough space to lay down next to him. She's not going to sleep here, and Danny won't be able to sleep with her there (it reminds them both of sharing a bed with Damian), but she likes to do this sometimes and Danny likes it when she does.

Neither of them say anything else. Danny won't be able to fall asleep, but he manages to start a very light doze. Dani's core thrums contentment and his echoes it. She's saying I love you I love you I love you and he's singing it back, and when her pinkie hooks into his—like Damian, like Damian, stop comparing them but it's so much like Damian—Danny curls his to lock it in place.

"I might to spy on him," she murmurs after an unknown amount of time.

Danny cracks open an eye. "You won't."

"I want to," she amends, "But… I won't." I'm scared, she doesn't say, but Danny can hear it anyway.

"The tabloids do it enough for us," Danny points out.

She snorts. "Yeah, sure. 'Damian Wayne: Vegetarian or secret animal killer?' Definitely a good accurate way to get information."

Danny smiles and lets his eyes slip shut again. "He was like that even when we were little." Didn't like eating meat, eating animals.

"I remember."

He sighs. His core sings I love you. Dani's pinkie slips from his. There's a sweep of cold, like a blanket being pulled over him, and then she's gone. He might see her in a week; he might not see her for months.

Danny drifts to sleep.

[jacqcrisis]

The post game idea I had for Ronan and Astarion is after a few years of adventuring and looking for a solution to vampirism, they get a proposition from a mutual high-level adventurer they've had dealings with before. She's a dragonborn warlock needing someone to moonlight as her husband on a trip back to Tymanther to make nice with her clan to get a hold of some relic or artifact or WHATEVER. DOESNT MATTER.

What matters is that she asks Astarion to be her 'husband' for the trip since her clan won't let her back into their home without one, hes overdramatic enough naturally to pass for a dragonborn, and since he doesnt know shit about the culture, he can be molded easier into passing for someone of a higher ranking clan than a lowborn weirdo like Ronan who would give the game away within ten minutes of opening his mouth. Astarion will be changed under True Polymorph for the time into a living dragonborn and, once she has her macguffin and they return to Fae'run, she'll use the same spell to change him into the living version of himself permanently. Simple as.

It takes some thinking for both Ronan and Astarion to come to a decision. The trip will be long, months to even a year, and all that time, they wont be making much of an income on top of being half a world away from home. Ronan isnt too keen on returning to his country of origin and Astarion certainly isnt too happy about having to spend so damn long as a lizard. There's a lot of debating, arguing, but this warlock is the only person that they can trust they've found capable and willing to cast the spell and the closest they've gotten to a solution to vampirism that seemingly has no downsides, so they agree.

Before the trip even starts, Astarion is changed in order to get him used to both living and a new body as they make the long trek to Tymanther. He takes to it as well as one would expect: doing just fine while also finding as many reasons to complain about it as he can. It's an adjustment getting used to just the sensation of his heart beating again, the general ebb and flow of biological processes, being warm all on his own, and the dysmorphia when he looks in the mirror to see a dragonborn instead of what he expects, but it's so much more comfortable and right in comparison to undeath.

Now, since Astarion needs to be her husband, one of the stipulations from the warlock is that he and Ronan are not together in any respect for the trip. Ronan is Astarion's bodyguard for this journey and anything closer than that could jeopardize the whole plot given they'll be surrounded by judging scrutinizing vultures looking for any cracks in the warlock's tale and an excuse to kick her to the curb and exile her from the macguffin she needs. Normally this wouldn't be an issue for Astarion, but there's a curious new problem that crops up when his heart is beating once more.

Love and attraction are very numb emotions when one's body is mostly dead. While he knows he loves Ronan mentally, it is not a physical feeling for him. Until he's breathing again and all of a sudden he's got butterflies in his gut when Ronan's around, he's warm when the cleric looks at him, sweating, flushed, shivering when there's a brush of a hand on him, and just thinking about speaking to him makes him smile like a moron despite himself.

Astarion can't stop looking at him. Can't stop wanting Ronan near him. Burning for him in a way he didn't before and its like he's falling in love both again and for the first time. And oh boy, does he hate that considering he can't do anything about it lest he lose his chance to get back to being himself.

That's the setup. Astarion's first taste of being not a vampire comes with being forced into a body that isn't his as he plays mental chess with a bunch of dragonborn to earn his living body back and while he's fighting with Love and Yearning in a physical sense for the first time. Theres a lot of politics, and weird magic mutants, and making googly eyes at each other over dinner, and eventually, Ronan and Astarion break and have a night together, fucking everything up. But then they get the macguffin anyways through their own means and escape and Astarion gets to be a real elf boy again.

Oh and Gale is there too. Because you gotta take your wizard on a walk every now and then to a fucked up displaced lizard continent or he'll start clawing at the walls and doing magical environmental terrorism.

[slimecpu]

I spent two hours watching fursuit head tutorials and it's giving me mixed feelings about if I could ever do it, hhhh

[m0chis-cafe]

Hello! This is my first time making a request, if it's okay, can I get a reader with Lillia, Rook, Vil and Leona who has recently been suffering from insomnia and anxiety about returning home (comfort in the end) Please? 😔🎀

i absolutely love this, i get horrible insomia. i gotchu♡

(edit: i ended up focusing on one more than the other in some, but both are mentioned. hope u still like it *mwah*)

reader suffering from insomnia and anxiety about returning home.. ⋆⑅˚₊

word count: 1.5k

warnings: mentioning of anxiety, and panic attacks (there will be major comfort though), sitting in laps, kissing, joking to help, mentioning of what happens in each of the characters books (i hope yall have read em before but js in case)

characters: leona, vil, and lilia

leona kingscholar🦁

you paced the botanical gardens on campus, hands tangling in your hair s you thoughts went a million miles a second..

how am i going to get home?

how is my family.. god i miss them..

if im forced to stay here.. how do i even pass these crazy magic classes?

do the people here ive come to know even want me here or are they forced to cause i cant leave..

every new thought was another anxiety that just caused your breath to quicken. your thoughts were flooded with negatives.. if you had magic this is what youd assume a magic blot would feel like.. so much negative emotions piling into you all at once.

you eventually sat below a tree, knees curled to your chest as you tried to calm yourself down. it didnt help that you hadent slept in days, insomnia only getting worse since coming to nightraven.

yet no matter what you did your breaths wouldnt calm, your hands kept shaking, and you couldnt hear or see straight. you almost jumped right out of your skin as you felt hands grab your own that covered your face. looking up you saw brown hair and ears.. leona?

his voice made its way to you eventually, "herbavore? herbavore.. seriously c'mon your worrying me. ruggie said you ran off but i didnt think itd be this bad." he mumbled to himself before his hands slipped dwon to your biceps, "hey, listen to me." he spoke firmly.

your eyes eventually meet him, your breaths calmling slightly at his presence. taking large breaths through your lips as you looked up at him, arms shaking in his hold. "dont fall out on me now, we need you." he spoke lowly as he scopped you up with ease, placing you betwen his legs, "your alright now herbivore, whatevers going on in that head of yours, its gonna be alright, yea?" he placed a kiss on your forhead allowng you time to breath normally.

when your breaths calmed and body began to calm, you sighed and leaned more into his body, "thank you.. leona". he chuckled deeply, sloching more down the tree, letting you fall into his chest. "its fine kid, just glad your fine. did something happen?". your eyes widened before spilling, explaining your thoughts to him slowly, anxious to be a burden. when you ended he rolled his eyes and strted laughing.. at you?..

huh?

"you seriously think anyone here doesnt want you here? i think at this point those first years would fall apart without you, and as for finding your way home, crawley better. or ill personally kick his ass, alright herbavore?" you simply nodded your head and leaned into him smiling, "your really not as bad as they say you are.."

vil schoenheit🧺

vi had become obsessed with training for the dance competittion, day after day everyone was practicing for hours every day. you tried to be nothin bt supportive but your insomnia had only gotten worse with the recent stress of the compettition..

what will happen if we dont win?

everyone else looks so tired..

god im so tired.. when was the last time i slept multiple hours?

i wish i could just go home already..

you guys had gotten the first brea of the day, you sat against the wall between kalim and ace as they yapped about how excited they were to preform next week. listening to them had you distracted, your eyes fluttering closed.

a hand was placed on your shoulder, looking up you saw jamil crouched in front of you, "are you alright? you look terrible prefect" you heard ace and kalim repremand him for being so blunt, but you just shook your head trying to wake up, "im fine jamil.. just tired, thank you though"

he looked skeptical but quickly turned to make sure kalim was drinking water and taking a proper break. ace mumbled something under his breath that you barley couldnt catch before he stood up and walked towards vil who was with rook and epel, who were talking across the room.

you saw vil look down at ace with his arms crossed, he glanced at you as ace pointed a finger to you. vil abandoned his conversation with epel and rook, shooing away the others around you, "why wouldnt you say that you havent been sleeping, thats not proper conditions for you to be proforming in prefect."

"im fine vil-", he rolled his eyes and cut you off, "you look anything but, stand" he reached a hand down to you, pulling you up from the ground. your head swam with spots when you rose too quickly, stumbling into vil.

he wrapped his arms around your waist, holding you up, "poision.. is somethng truley wrong?" you looked up at him, eyes wide as he read you like a book. he quickly took your hand and dragged you out of the practice room and into the lounge at pomefiore.

he sat you down in one of the chairs and crouched in fron tof you, holding your face in his hands, "speak to me.." you sighed before explaining what had been happening, the stresses and not sleeping, the thoughts of never being able to go home.

he sighed and stood, sitting beside you and tugging you into his side, "i wish you would speak up when this happens, you know that id never wish to add to your burdens." he placed a kiss to your forhead before continuing, "we will find a way for you to go home, no matter how bitter sweet itll be, i do hope we find a way for you to go back and forth.. we would all miss you terribly here.. especially me." at his words you sighed and relaxed into his side, "ill find a way back, i could never just leave you guys.. especially you.

rook hunt🪶

you thought itd be easy to hide your emotions recently, but knowing rook he proably could already see through your mind..

i hope i can go home soon..

i wonder if time has passed back home and if my family is worried about me..

i need to stop stresing, i havent slept at all recently

these magic classes are getting harder with the lack of magic

you thought you kept a pretty good mask on arround others, yet as soon as you were walking from potions alone with rook he spoke up, "mon cheri.. have you been sleeping enough? your beauty is as blinding as always, alas you seem more tired than usual."

you shouldve known better than to try to keep something from him, he finds out everything sooner rathar than latter, "im alright, just worried about getting home, i guess its been affecting my sleep.."

"well theres no use in worrying cheri! i garuntee they will find a way to send you home! with that said i think a long rest for you is in place." he spoke cherfully as he laced your hands together and dragged you to pomefiore, you smiled at his actions and followed along.. he always here to look after me

lilia vanrough🦇

after dealing with blots from every other house, you thought hanging around diasmonia would be calming. yet as you sat in the lounge with silver, sebek, lilia, and malleus your thought still didnt stop running..

whos going to over-blot next?

will the next one be more powerful.. maybe too powerful..

i didnt have these struggles at home

even my sleep scheduals gotten worse.. late nights staying up with lilia and idia playing games have become much more often an occurance

im supposed to be relaxing, just breath..

your mind spaced out as you looked at the floor in front of you while stuck in thought. your hands tangled into your blazer sleeves as your breath quickened, your vision began to see spots before you felt a hand rest on top of your own in your lap.

"prefect, is something the matter?" your head snapped up and saw lilia who was sat beside you, a concerned look for once took over his boyish grin, "your not looking too good.. are you ill?" he placed a hand on you forhead attempting to asses if you were running a fever.

"im alright.. just missing home" you mumbled, offering him a small smile as you placed your head on his shoulder. he sighed, raisng your hand to press a kiss on the back of your hand, "well find a way for you to go back, i promise it my dear."

he wrapped an arm around your waist pulling you to lean more into him, "in the mean time, you havent been sleeping and its clear, get some rest prefect" his boyish grin returned as he pecked your cheek. he was right.. everything was gonna be ok.

you finally felt comfortble enough to fall into a deep sleep against him, with grim curled up into your lap mumbling about his dreams of tuna. surronded by people you became found of over you stay at nightraven, it wouldnt be bad to stay here, but you knew that there would be a way home.

[kimchitsu17]

no strings attached | armin arlert

a/n:this is my first ever piece,please be gentle with me 🙏🏾

his head rests in your shoulder.rapid short breaths leaving him after his high.

"I'm sorry,I couldn't help it" he pants as he nuzzles further into your neck.Your fingertips meander gently through his soft golden locks,a comfort for the war torn soldier."it's okay,I was up for it anyway",you sigh.

his bare torso rests atop of yours,legs tangled together in the soft linen sheets and his fingers trace mindless patterns into your waist.the sun is about to rise and he wants to savour as much of your warmth as he can before he has to leave you again.if it was up to him, he'd stay locked up in your quarters with you for all his days but a commander can only dream.

he can't call what you have with him a relationship,not really since he can't show you off to the world like he wants to.he cant hold your hand or kiss your cheek around your comrades.in this crippled military camp you call a home,you cant afford the luxury of having such a precious thing.all energy must go to the war effort.to rescue Eren.not to mention both of you can die at any moment.having incurred so much grief over the years,itd be best not to form any more ties that could be severed in an instant by the titans.so he settles for this little haven.

With a kiss to his forehead you whisper, "I have patrol in the morning with Jean".his hands tighten around your waist and an agitated groan leaves him as soon as you say those words.you can feel his pout against your neck.Mornings are always the hardest for the both of you."You need to go now or we're gonna get caught you know" you peek at him,a smile stretching over your face.

He lazily lifts his face from your neck to look at you directly.A long silence ensues between you then as he just stares at your face.hes always been one to stare and its never awkward or weird.its never like that with him.youve concluded that he just enjoys watching you.likes seeing you light up at Sasha and Connie's jokes.Likes seeing you puzzled over battle strategies with Levi.Likes seeing tears roll down your cheeks when he makes you come for the third time in a row at night,high on your exhausted and blissed out frame.(he'll never admit the last one to you but you've caught on to how his baby blues dance every time youre on the verge of crying when he pleasures you)

right now though he's trying to soak up all your features before he has to go.he starts with your eyes,marveling over the sunlight glinting against your dark irises.he loves how your lashes frame over them making you all the more beautiful.he drinks you in from your unruly black hair,your warm supple dark skin to your pink two-toned lips, undoubtedly his favourite body part of yours.

God how he loves your face.God how he loves you.He wishes he could tell you that,but he knows what you agreed upon.No strings attached.That was the very first rule of your agreement.You made it clear to him that you're just two good friends trying to blow off some steam on a war ridden island but he could never reduce what you two have to something so minor.

he sees the way you hold his gaze when you talk about all the things you want to do when the war is over.as if you're hoping he'll be there to do all those things with you.(he desperately wants to be there with you too).after all youve already promised him a trip to the sea anyways.

the way you get absolutely drunk over his kisses is too obvious to miss.what starts off as a few sweet pecks turns into a full blown out makeout session.how you grind into his lap and pull him closer to your already flush bodies makes him see stars.your sweet sighs that enter his mouth,his name loose on your lips,too blissed out on his touch to think of anything else and his hands roaming anywhere you let him."just friends" don't do that.And he cant mistake how you scour frantically for his frame after every battle for anything else but affection.You worry for him.You love him.He knows you love him.Youre just too scared to admit that and he doesn't want to destroy what he has with you.so he'll adhere to your wishes of "just being friends"...for now.

He's the first to break the silence with a sly smirk on his face."I love what you did with your hair.Who styled it for you?".Without a second to waste,he swiftly pecks your lips and rises from the bed before you can flick his forehead.

He knows your smile has already gone flat from his jest as he crouches to the floor for his scattered clothes.Both of you know damn well your hair looks like it got hit by a thunderstorm because of all the ungodly activities he partook with you last night,in addition to what he just did a few minutes ago.

"Good morning to you too Commander".he snickers at your blatant "not welcoming your bullshit" tone, shrugging his crumpled shirt on. "come on now y/n were way past using titles now and you know i always think you look pretty"

You roll your eyes at that statement,equally getting dressed for the morning.you decide it best to hit the washrooms later with the small amount of time that's left.

You've both gotten so used to this routine of yours.sneaking around into each others rooms in the dead of night.blaming your training regimen for sore limbs and fatigue when the other soldiers ask why you're both so tired in the morning.chalking up questionable excuses for the gross amounts of time the two of you spend during the week whenever anyone asks about it.

you know you both can't keep this up forever.soon enough the arms of war are going to incinerate the little haven you've created.but for the time being you decide to ignore fate.kiss him goodbye.let him remind you it's your turn tonight to come over at his.and settle for stolen glances throughout the day until the cover of night when you can embrace him once again.

~Fin~

[jacenotjason]

OK this will be an extremely long ask i am sorry. i love radford

i havent sent an ask to people in years but i am one of the radford fans of all time and demonic possession is a fun concept to me, so the idea of gadreel possessing him specifically makes me INSANE

i just think itd work extremely well. radford doesnt take anything seriously and doesnt understand boundaries, but he always puts his concern for others first and his well-being last. he annoys father gregor and compares him to priests hes seen in the movies, and he does spray holy water + offer free candy against kevins wishes, but he also warns rick about the trouble he could get himself into when not giving the right movie tickets, and helps kevin with his job with no pay in mind. hes annoying, but his heart is in the right place

but gadreel is the Ultimate Prankster. him trying to imitate radford would backfire Hard, because gadreels idea of fun is,, More Extreme. he allows kids to enter adult films, he steals candy and says its fine since hes friends with kevin, he tells his friends and brother to break the rules and disrespect authority, etc etc. im unsure what gadreels motives are other than to ruin everyones day, but hes doing a damn good job at it. all the blame is going to radford, and honestly, its just So Easy to blame him for it

i imagine it takes a while for most people to figure out that somethings wrong with radford. he does what he wants freely, wherever and whenever, so these mistakes could be rationalized by him having an off-day. i assume rad would look extremely tired after a days long session of gadreel torturing him (because he loves pushing the human body. bill cipher behavior). but i think what makes everyone truly concerned is when "radford" starts involving Others in his antics

it isnt like rad to encourage bad behavior. he would never tell rick to swap the prices of two items at his new job, or tell robert the best blind spots to steal from stores, or forcing kevin to take his anger out on someones property. the radford everyone knows is ditzy, but kindhearted. if theres trouble, radford would be the only perpetrator

and god, imagine how much worse it gets if "radford" gets in trouble with the police. john would be frustrated seeing his own nephew be so careless and cruel all of a sudden. itd probably even make him spiral and assume the cult had something to do with it, and that john and his family arent safe like he thought. and i think gadreel relishes in that knowledge

im also so curious as to how gadreel and radford met and how long the possession lasted, maybe it was a week? in my head, he came to radford in the form of a snake before revealing his true self and attacking, leaving no time for rad to fully process it and run away. i also assume skid and pump will have some involvement, and pumps eyes turning blue will be a clear sign that "radford" is associated with a demonic entity, or Is one. either way i love gadreels character being a "twisted" version of radfords if that makes sense

so um ya sorry for the longest ask ever. heres a drawing

OPOOOHMYGOHMOSIEJHIOSRHGIUSADHRUITGHSDUIGSDB !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU ARE AWESOME!??!?!?!?!? FUCK OK OKAYAKOAJTYAOKATY THANK YOU SO MUCH THIS IS SO COOL

THANK YOU FOR THE DRAWING, EATING IT, YOUR POINTS ARE ALL CORRECT

Unlike Moloch whose possessions are more brutal and obvious, Gadreel hides and youre so right! Hes here for the long haul babey!!

yes i imagine the possession lasted about a week, week and a half. Gadreel can't feel pain (at least Radfords pain i mean, he has a higher pain tolerance, as a demon yknow) so he could very well accidentally snap a bone as Radford and not even notice. What im saying is Rad is hospitalized afterwards

AUGHHH the police thing. Gadreel sees the cops and WANTS to get caught by them, just for goofs. in a "Oh what would happen if i did this :)" way.

GOD THIS IS SO COOL YOURE LITERALLY THE BEST

OH!! AND ON THE SUBJECT OF HOW RAD AND GADREEL MET !!

Instead of possessing Patty in the morgue, Gadreel took the form of a snake and.... left lmao. or got noticed and thrown out bc oh my god a snake

he ended up near the candyclub and radford was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Gadreel saw Radford as a hiding place and a means to have fun.

I imagine Moloch doesnt care about what his vessels look like, meanwhile Gadreel won't possess someone if he thinks theyre lame. like yeah he couldve possessed patty but then he would've had to.... do stuff. eugh. This guy looked WAY more fun.

im actually vibrating yourel iterally the coolest dawg.

[whumpshaped]

What if Helle found Beck after a night of drinking and didn’t know how to act when Beck is overly comfortable with seeing them? Sorry if ooc for Beck

i didnt know whether itd be ooc so i just started writing and let it take me wherever it wanted to lol i hope u enjoy!!!

masterlist

tw vampire whumper, intimate whumper, alcohol and drinking and being drunk, dubcon kissy on cheek

He deserved this. He had been living in terror for the past month, and all he wanted was a bit of fun. Spending time with his friends. Normalcy.

Beck downed his third shot way too quickly, eager to forget about the fact that he was a vampire chewtoy now, and it was likely only a matter of time before Helle decided to escalate. This could've been his last free night! So why not make it a stupidly drunk one?

"I've never seen you drink like that," Sofie said with equal parts awe and worry in her voice. "Is this still about that bite scare?"

"I just wanna have fun," he whined. "Can't I? I'm fine."

"I'd never dream of prohibiting that." She still looked nervous, making Beck groan.

"I haven't been out at night for weeks. I just wanna... relax. I just wanna feel normal for a second." He briefly thought about switching his and Noah's shot glasses while he was in the bathroom and drinking his share too, but he wasn't drunk enough yet to trade mouth germs. "Is that such a crime? I won't, like, drink myself into oblivion."

"You're right," she conceded. "I'm not your mother or anything. I'm sure you can look after yourself."

"Thank you. I'll be responsible."

He ended up being less than responsible, buying and consuming at least three more shots. There was no stopping the constant whirling and swirling of the bar anymore, and he barely had the strength to keep his eyes open — but the spinning got so much worse whenever he closed them.

He somehow managed to pay for everything before sliding off the bar stool and heading towards the exit, never considering that it was well past midnight and the crowd outside was thinning. Thoughts of vampires were drowned out by a sudden desire for some pizza, and he decided to try to get to a restaurant he'd been to exactly one time before and gotten lost on the way. He had even been sober, then.

"Oh, goddammit... It should be right here," he muttered, staring at the closed clothing store. "Would it even be open at this hour..?"

"Beck?"

The vampire's voice cut through the drunken haze like a dagger, and he spun around to face them with such momentum that he almost lost his balance entirely. "Helle!" His back hit the locked glass doors of the shop behind him, and he was grateful for the added support. "I'm– I'm looking for the pizza place. You wouldn't happen to know where that is, huh?"

Helle tilted their head at him in curiosity, and he really wished he could've waved a magic wand and sobered up instantly. They had already fed for the night. They were supposed to leave him alone for the rest of it. "Do you drink often?" they asked, completely disregarding his question.

He couldn't help it when he just... laughed. It was an involuntary reaction, a result of his anxiety and the absurdity of the situation. "I don't think that's any of your business!" He flinched back immediately after saying it, cursing himself internally. "Well, I mean, it's not like– y'know, I'm just saying..."

"It is definitely my business. Do you even know how bitter alcohol makes the blood?" They stalked closer, and Beck quickly tried to slip away and continue walking down the street.

"Nope! And you absolutely don't have to put yourself through that!" He almost cursed out loud this time when Helle caught up to him, casual as ever. "Really, I'm just gonna– you know what? I really don't want pizza anymore. I'm gonna– I'm gonna head home. It was great seeing you–"

He did a swift 180, swift enough to stumble and trip over his own feet again, for real this time. Helle was quicker, catching him by the arm before he even realised he was falling. "Humans baffle me sometimes," they murmured. "Your solution to being pursued by a dangerous predator is to make yourself even more vulnerable?"

"No, no, I drank all that alcohol so you'd hate the taste of my blood. I totally knew about the bitterness. This is like– this is advanced, I wouldn't expect you to understand." He pulled on his arm weakly, not even surprised when it did nothing to make Helle release him. "Sorry, I'm just saying anything at this point," he added with a nervous little laugh. "I always do that. I shouldn't be allowed to drink. Hey, how about– what if you let go of me, and then, then I went home, and we just forgot about this?"

"I wish I could." They pulled him even closer, their amused smile greatly undermining their semi-serious tone. "But you are just adorable when you cannot shut up. Not to mention how warm you are right now... flushed... I think you should drink more, actually."

Beck could feel his face getting even warmer at the closeness. A misguided, touch-starved part of him recognised Helle's words as almost flattery, and desperately wanted to just lean into it. The other, rational, sober part of him wanted to run — but it was difficult with his limbs not complying. "You d-don't actually think that," he stammered, still making futile attempts at pushing the vampire away. "I get so annoying."

They must've realised how much he wanted them to deny that, because their smile widened, red eyes gleaming with mischief. "I do think that," they purred. "I always think you are cutest when you tell the truth. When you let that blatant need for praise shine right through."

"I don't– I don't... huh?" He was properly flustered now, so much so that he forgot he was supposed to be struggling. "Stop mocking me," he said without any conviction, so quiet that it could've easily gotten lost in the noise of the street. He knew they heard it, though. A perk of talking to vampires.

God, what was he thinking?

"I would never dream of mocking you. Not when you look so pretty and desperate." His breath hitched when they leaned in, pulling him closer by his shirt to press a kiss to his cheek. "Unless you asked me to, of course. But I thought you were trying to get away," they whispered. "Why are you clinging now?"

Beck had no idea when his fingers had gotten tangled up in the fabric of Helle's sweater, and he pushed them away instantly, thoroughly embarrassed and confused. "I'm g-going home," he exclaimed, waiting for Helle to stop him, or say something that would've made him change his mind, or... something. But they didn't. They just stood there, smiling, letting Beck look like a complete idiot.

"Do you secretly live here?" they teased. "Or would you like to spend some more time with me?"

"Absolutely not. I'm– I'm going. Bye." He turned to leave, getting out of there as fast as he could. He rubbed his cheek absentmindedly with the sleeve of his hoodie the entire way to the bus station, trying to get rid of the feeling of soft lips against his skin.

He really, truly shouldn't have been allowed to drink.

~

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[dearabby1990]

Chapter 38: Loving you forever

The next morning you & Eddie both decided to take a break & go away for a bit a small getaway at your aunts cabin so that you could both enjoy some peace & to pan over details together without interruption. Pulling into the driveway you smile at Eddie as his eyes scan his surroundings. “Wow princess this is something..” you laugh “I know it’s perfect here I can’t wait to show you all my favorite spots” throwing the car into park & popping the trunk you & Eddie put your bags onto the porch before taking him by the hand & showing him the wood pillar just by the front steps. Several measurement lines with initials along almost the entirety of it seeing little J.B,G.E, M.B & R.B mixed together “sugar I know the J.B’s are you but who are the rest of these people I thought you didn’t have siblings” you shake your head and giggle “Ed’s this is where we’d camp as kids we’d set up tents outback while the adults stayed inside J.B me Jamie Baker R.B & M.B my cousins Rachel & Matthew Baker & G.E honey Gareth Emerson” you turn to him “shit I keep forgetting you two a damn near related this is so cool I always knew he was a short shit ahaha” you slap his arm “you leave my Gare near be he used to save me from boogeymen and wild animals” eddie throws his head back in a whole heartedly filled laugh “wild animals?!” You turn red “my uncle used to tell us there were bears up here it’d scare me every time gareth made sure I wasn’t afraid outback he’s always been the brother I wished I had & I know you know what I mean” you take his hand ushering him inside the living room cozy & littered with photos of you kids throughout the years. Eddie carefully looking at each one until he stops at one in particular a young you, gareth & Rachel in a small pool splashing each other & a woman with long blonde hair and eyes so blue itd make the sky jealous. You walk up behind him to see what he’s looking at “that’s before she started getting sick the first time… she beat it the first time around but the second time she got it.. she just left so fast it was like my brain couldn’t comprehend what was happening until it was all over” Eddie turns to you your eyes red and puffy as tears roll down your cheeks “is this her honey” he rests a hand on your shoulder before pulling you into a hug “yeah that’s my mom… I just… I miss her so much Ed’s so much it hurts” you rack a sob into his chest curling his shirt into your fist “I know the feeling sweetheart but just know how proud they are of us” his kisses the top of your head holding you tight to his chest rocking back and forth before leaning back to tuck a hair behind your ear a peck your cheek “okay sunshine a house tour come on love” he tugs you along. “Well here’s the kitchen it’s huge i know you should’ve seen us kids in here in the mornings you had to beat gareth and Matthew to the table or they’d eat everything hahah” you pull him out in the yard “I wanna show you something” pulling him out of the perimeter of the yard through a bunch of trees & shrubs to a beautiful body of water with a waterfall surrounded by the most gorgeous flowers it looked like something out of a fairytale. “This is amazing” he whispered as you leaned against the side of him wrapped up into each others sides “me & Rachel would come here when my dad would Call being a jerk it was a special hiding spot our secret garden in a way” you take in the smell of Mother Nature before kicking off your shoes & turning to Eddie “come on love let’s go” he kicks his boots off you both take off everything but your underwear & jump into the water taking his hands back kicking towards the falling water “sweetheart are you sure this is safe?” You smile looking into those chocolate eyes & nod continuously pulling him to where you wanted him.

Pulling him through the waterfall until you make it into the small cavern like area just behind. Everything glowing with hues of blue light sparkling off of you both and everything surrounding. Pulling him flush to your chest snaking your arms around his neck before pressing your lips against his soft & slow yet needy. His fingers dancing up from the small of your back until the reach the nape of your neck tilting your head as he slides his tongue across your lips without hesitation your both matching each others movements suddenly you feel Eddie’s fingers brush across the band of your panties before sliding them completely to the side and tapping your ass with a simple word not needing to hear anything else after to get what’s getting ready to happen “Up” you wrap your legs around his waist & before you know it his inside of your heat & crashing his lips into yours teeth hitting off of one another’s before he works his way down your jaw to your sweet spot on your neck thrusting up into you. Cupping his face staring directly into his brown orbs both panting and moaning into each other’s mouths his eyes glossed over but in your heart it looks as though he’s about to cry you try and retreat a bit with worry on your face but he grips you tighter seeing the first tear fall down his cheek before you can get a word out he throws his face into the crook of your neck lips close to your ear & like a mantra “I love you I love you I love you” you match his rhythm now understanding what’s happening you both have never really known what it’s like to be truly loved before being with each other & in this moment you know whole heartedly that this is your true soulmate. Afterwards you pull him to shore taking him back into the house wrapping him in a warm towel & running a bath for the both of you. No words are said as you guide him into the bathroom towards the tub taking his wet clothes off then yours getting him to sit so you could fit between his legs. You place a hand upon his cheek running your thumb along his cheekbone “I love you too eddie with everything that I am I love you. I’d give my life if it meant your eternal happiness” resting your forehead against his you both hold each other surrounded by bubbles & each other. You both relax for awhile then you get out to sit behind him “where ya going beautiful?” You caress his arm “nowhere my love now relax while I take care of you” you took your time washing his hair conditioning it getting out all the tangles & then wash his body for him. Letting him relish in being pampered you quickly wash yourself & head to get clean towels & you & Eddie’s pajamas “i ordered some takeout honey I just wanna spend time with you & stay in bed we can watch a movie or something if you want” he nods kissing your forehead “you pick princess I’m gonna get dressed & set up the bed why don’t you do one of your face masks & I’ll let you know when the food is here” you smile how’d you get so lucky “okay handsome love you” “love you more gorgeous” shooting you a wink ”baby we will be here all day we both love each other infinitely so we’ll leave it at that!” You shout from the bathroom. Enjoying your mini spa you think & can’t wait to pan out wedding details with the man god has graced you with & thank your mom & every shooting star you’ve wished on for getting you to this very point in your life & you couldn’t be more thankful for him & your new family you’ve gotten made up of the most amazing friends. Wonder if Eddie would care that you don’t wanna wear white? We’ll leave that stuff for tomorrow though. Tonight is just the two of you becoming more of 1 then separate beings. Heading back to the bedroom Eddie set up fairy lights and dinner on the bed laying there shirtless you pop in Vision Quest into the VCR hit play & slide next to your loving fiancé enjoying a night of Chinese food movies laughs tickle fights & those endless talks that are about everything & nothing all at once. You can’t wait until you’re finally Mrs Jamie Antoinette Munson.

[risetherivermoon]

💫rosestarkillerchaser fake dating au!!!💫

raahh i wish i could answer two asks in the same post since i got another ask for this one, but here we are:

ive posted about this au a bit before, though that was less of an in depth explanation as this is going to be lol

so, basically the population of hogwarts are making tons of rumors based on the four of them, stuff about each off of them being involved with each other in one way or another,

here is basically the basis of why these rumors came across:

Barty & James: Theyve been seen leaving parties together and Barty has been seen going to the Marauders dorm room (Barty is actually tutoring James and they will leave parties to walk around and talk because James gets overwhelmed by the noise sometimes)

Evan & Regulus: They are both prefects together and they talk in hushed whispers a lot that people think has tension (They are just close friends and Evan is one of the only people that Regulus doesn't act like he despises talking to, (must be a rosier twin thing))

Barty & Evan: Barty and Evan are almost always seen touching eachother, hand holding, arm around a shoulder, head in laps, etc etc (Barty is a very handsy person and his love language is physical touch, Regulus hates being touched most of the time, but Evan doesn't mind it so Barty usually will cling to him when they're together)

Regulus & James: People suspect something is going on between the two of them because of their sudden friendship & because Regulus always looks very flustered when they talk (Reg & James are partners in their Potions class, (reggie is in the grade above because he's advanced in the subject) and Regulus has no idea how to react to how verbally validating James is and how sweet and kind, so he just goes red and stares at him)

Evan & James: People think they have something going on because Evan is just overly soft and sweet about him, calls him nicknames and pinches his cheeks (Evan does this with all of his friends, but James is just louder & basically the definition of adorable so people notice it more)

Barty & Regulus: They argue all the time but in the way where its incredibly tension filled and Barty will flirt with him all the time and Regulus doesn't punch him so that counts for something (They are just both very bantery and Barty loves making Regulus glare at him when he makes flirty comments)

basically they all find these rumors ridiculous and end up using it for their advantage. Barty comes up with the idea to just confuse the entirety of hogwarts with being fucking impossible,

Barty is doing it mostly to give a huge fuck you to his dad, James thinks this will be the best prank ever, Regulus thinks itd be funny to piss of his brother, and to bring disgrace to his family name, Evan is just...well he's bored so he goes along with it

just picture the hogwarts student body as a huge fandom who have constant ship wars, where the actual people apart of these ships are just laughing at them

but..then the plot twist: they actually start to like eachother,

that starts up the drama because all four of them are like: "this is supposed to be a joke though, this isn't supposed to feel real" and they all think the others think of it as not real, but nope, theyre all gay panicking

plus, bonus points: James didn't even know he liked men before this

oh and, Evan's excuse of him being bored is actually to cover up the fact he's had a crush on basically all three of the them at some point in his life and hes just like: "holy shit this is my time to be y/n"

but anyways, thanks for listening to me ramble abt my stupid little ideas, thanks for the ask and have a good day!!

(original post/list: socks fic ideas )

[bluemirrorangel]

hey, if youre still doing fic requests, could you do something about cameron and charlie? not necessarily shipping just anything about their dynamic, if you want. and itd be cool if you could factor the stars into it or something, but not required haha. thanks!

Sure thing :)

this is a little different from my usual writing style

Charlie & Cameron oneshot

It's astronomy (We're two worlds apart.)

Charlie rolled his eyes, taking his seat next to Cameron as Keating ushered the rest of them onto the school bus offering the boys what Charlie was sure was an awe-inspiring speech if only he himself could hear it. The boys were paired up with their roommates, something Keating himself did not come up with or even necessarily approve of but must abide by as one of Nolan’s many arbitrary rules if he wished to take the boys off of school grounds especially to somewhere as novel and frivolous as a planetarium. 

Richard rolled his eyes as he tried to concentrate on their Latin assignment over the sound of Neil and Charlie arguing about some inane topic, he lifted his head to complain only to make eye contact with Stick the blonde gave him an empathetic smile as he was jerked around by Knox who was playing an animated game of ‘slaps’ with Pitts who sat in front. Richard massaged his temples, he felt the beginnings of a migraine coming on.

Charlie gritted his teeth as Cameron complained about the volume for what felt like the FITTHIETH TIME in ten minutes. Sure he hadn’t actually said anything but his dramatic ass sighing was getting on Charlie’s last nerve, Charlie opened his mouth just about to deliver a devastating insult specifically made to target one of Richard’s many insecurities tailor-made to make him shut up when Neil shot him a look, Charlie rolled his eyes mentally hitting himself for agreeing to be nicer to Cameron this year. Charlie rooted around in his bag pulling out a pair of worn-down grey headphones, paint chipping and stickers peeling off.  He held them up triumphantly before shoving them into Cameron's lap, “here” he said before Cmaeron could ask a question or complain “They’re noise repellent or whatever.” Cameron let out a little snort of laughter “Noise cancelling.” he corrected the other boy, taking the headphones gratefully. 

Cameron spent the rest of the bus ride quiet as a mouse as whatever questionable indie song played from Charlie’s playlist, that should have been the end but Charlie was still ridiculously distracted by the other boy although it had less to do with his endless list of complaints and more to do with his head resting snuggly on Charlie’s shoulder.

Charlie walked next to Todd and Neil, proudly third-wheeling as the two flirted shamelessly, he shivered slightly, feeling a little foolish for wearing a blazer without his jumper and for leaving said blazer on the bus, he was just about to turn to Neil or Todd and beg for one of them to run back to the bus for him when he felt a hand grab his arm, “god Charlie you’re so absentminded you’re gonna catch a cold.” Cameron scolded and before Charlie could so much as blink Cameron thrusted a grey ball of fabric into his chest. “You can borrow mine for now,” he told him before setting off to catch up with the rest of the group Charlie trailed after him “But Dick” he whined “my hands are still cold” Cameron rolled his eyes grabbing Charlie’s hand in his own, he intertwined their fingers before stuffing their joined hands into his blazer pocket. “Come on, we’re gonna lose the others” Cameron complained, speed walking to join the group and dragging Charlie behind him, his cheeks and the tips of his ears were a little flushed, Cameron must have been cold too.

The Planetarium was dark and cold, Charlie’s neck hurt a little from craning up to look at the artificial stars, it was cool in a scientific kind of way, Charlie wasn’t really one for things like physics and history, but space and the ocean had always interested him, something about it’s vastness both worried and comforted him. The others enjoyed it too, Knox and Stick were busy looking up at the constellations, Neil and Todd were naming the planets while Meeks and Pitts discussed black holes and Cameron, Cameron would not shut the fuck up about asteroids.

“And don’t get me started on Supernovas” he whispered, Charlie rolled his eyes “Trust me I won’t” he joked stifling a yawn. Cameron turned to look at him “You can sleep if you’re tired.” he said, Charlie shook his head “I’ll sleep on the bus” “No you won’t, you get travel sick” Charlie persisted “I’ll be fine, plus these chairs are hard as shit” Cameron patted his thighs “you can lay down here if you want” he suggested, Charlie looked at him suspiciously “you won’t tell Nolan?” he asked, Cameron shrugged “the safety brochure says we must stay seated, there’s no rule about staying awake.” Charlie supposed that was the closest he’d to rebellion from Cameron.

Charlie woke up half an hour later to spaz and Cameron talking about dwarf planets and Cameron’s fingers carding absentmindedly through his hair.

The bus ride back was calmer; everyone was either tired or sleeping, Charlie was still awake his head leant against Cameron’s side while the redheaded boy slept soundly, he’d let Charlie keep his jumper until they got home; it smelled nice like the detergent from the laundry room and Welton soap but different too something so inherently Cameron, old spice deodorant and the cologne his parents buy him every Christmas, peppermint chewing gum and the clinical tinge of hair gel. It made him think of their dorm, made him think of home.Cameron wasn’t all that bad; sure he nagged and was a stickler for the rules, he complained and flat-out refused to have fun, but he was smart he helped Charlie with trig no matter how much Charlie messed about and he’d covered for them more times than Charlie’s sure he’d like to admit, and he left the window open for Charlie when he snuck out even if they’d argued and he let Charlie borrow his clothes and held his hands when he was cold. Even let Charlie sleep until the trip ended So no Cameron wasn’t all that bad, he might even be good.

this isn't my best work, I've been Ill this week.

I also have a more angsty fic that focuses on their dynamic here:https://archiveofourown.org/works/59263528

leave a ship or fandom suggestions and I’ll do head canons for them if you want :)

[bathtub---mermaid]

violent-ish intrusive thoughts tw

yknow i kinda wish i could actually listen to my intrusive thoughts but at the same time good fucking god LEAVE ME ALONEEEEEEEill walk past a bad bad person [mentioned briefly on main] and just. hhhhhhh i can't function anymore /neg. please brain stop vividly imagining said person bloody and dead or imagining what i could do to them and how i could hurt them [they probably deserve it for all theyve done tbh . . . but even then hhhh].

its that mix of hating the person so so so so much and actually wishing they were dead and then having constant thoughts of hurting them or having them just be hurt being shoved in my head like stoooooop please omlits either violent thoughts against others or just. having any minor inconvenience happen [not even inconveniences tbh . . . someone could suffer "more" than me and still] and suddenly having some kinda thought of what itd feel like if i sliced my thigh open all the way to beans in one cut. like always that constantly.

hhhhhsorry chag ill go kms now !

[kermitism]

TW!!!!! SH!!!!!

And it was so overwhelming y'know. Every other thing on top of each other, it just became too much for me. And now im standing here, in the middle of my room, with blood streaming down my arms, deep cuts bleeding like waterfalls. I probably hit a vein. Warm blood pouring all over the carpet, i dont know how i am going to explain this to the brothers.

Four deep cuts on my left arm and two not-so-deep ones on the right, they all are bleeding and i watch it happen.

I was addicted to this, i was yearning for that sting in my arms and legs just like a little girl yearning love from her father. I was desperate to feel the cold sting and warm sadness. My tears were unnoticeable when i had another source of flow down on my forearms.

I heard some mumbling outside of my door. Shaking my head, trying to snap out of it, Mammon or Lucifer or Asmo or anyone could come in anytime. I pulled out some tissues trying to stop my bleeding but it was no use at all. Panic took all over my body. They can't know. They can't know. Theycantknowtheycantknowtheycantknowthey-

The noise outside stopped. So did the voice inside my head. It was dead silence for some time. Probably longer than i think. When i checked my arms again they were no longer bleeding. I trashed the tissues i used on my arms.

They were stinging like crazy, I look at my arms and tears start forming in my eyes again. what have i done to myself????? i was going to stop- what happened to me ijustwannadie.

The room smelled blood and so did i. I got up and light up some incense to have change of air. I feel disgusted by myself 

I touch the cuts, feeling them up as if soft touches gonna make them disappear.

I go to the closet put on a black hoodie so blood wont leave stains on it. Then kicked the carpet out of sight, ill clean it up later, if its possible. I check my surroundings. Nothing seems out of ordinary. No traces behind that proves i was miserable like a lonely stray dog minutes ago.

I definitely need stitches, i thought. Only if i was in human world, only if i was back home, itd probably be worse but at least id be alone, no one could witness my worst side.

I sat on my bed again, waiting for nothing, trying to get my thoughts together. While i was zoned out, the door shut open. ohnoohnoohno... It was Mammon, spotting me sitting on my bed quietly, and took a seat right next to me after closing the door.

"Are you okay? I feel like something bad happened so i came to check you. The room smells,,, like blood,,"

heknowsheknowsheknowsheknows

"Uhhh hah nothing happened why haha"

The smell of blood was surrounding the room, demons sensitive noses wasnt a need to notice it. The air was thick and none of us were able to speak up. Mammon knew something happened and probably others too.

The guilt start kicking in. I dont know what to do. I really wish i was dead at this right moment.

"Did you cut yourself?"

"No uh... yes i did im sorry."

Tears were flowing down my cheeks again. Mammon did a motion to wipe them away, that moment our eyes met. I wish to never see it again, he seems like hes about to die, so worried, so scared.

"Can I see them?"

"See what?

"Your cuts, we should go to an hospital."

I dont want him to see my wrists, not in this state, it was so bad i wouldnt be able to handle it, he would freak out so bad.

I still rolled my sleeves for him to see them, what else could i do, i do need to visit an hospital after all.

Mammon took my left arm, traced the edges of the cuts, he was crying silently. Then he got up, holding out his hand. I took it and got up then rolled my sleeves back down. He held my hand until we get in the car. No one saw us sneaking out. I hope they wont be angry at me tomorrow.

[meat-pvppet]

Hiii hey helloooo really happy i found you! Im in love with your art, its so good! I wanted to learn about your ocs through that one post. Would love to get an answer for every single one, but to spare your time and fingers: alone, desire, future

I love Chasm and Tara so much you have no idea

YESSSS I GET TO TALK ABOUT MY GOOBERS HI HELLO ANON I LOVE YOU /plat

ok for this ill do both chasm and tara cuz theyre my little gabagoos and yes yes yes

ask game

CHASM

alone: How does your OC deal with loneliness? Have they ever been completely alone before? How do they act when there's no one around to see them?

Chasms alone most of the time so he's gotten kinda used to it, but he still has bouts of time where it gets to him, yknow?

Of course, hes never been truly truly alone cuz of Bridge, but generally speaking he gets really introspective about himself and how he interacts with others

how he wishes he could be more outgoing and expressive

hes tried that before though and its simply too draining to him

and it doesnt feel real cuz hes just acting and he knows it

so what would be the point?

he tries to distract himself as much as he can when he starts spiraling like this by doing maintenance on his guns, ship, sparrow, himself

read a little

do some organizing

anything to get him out of his own head

desire: What's one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?

peace

whether that be peace in his own mind or across sol

he just wants all the fighting to stop

for the conflict to end

hes not even sure if he'll make it out of the next world-ending scenario that hes gonna get thrust into

or if his daughter will survive

he doesnt really talk about how he yearns for a day where a threat isnt looming over his shoulder every second of his existence

a day where he can freely relax with his daughter without wondering whether or not he'll get to see her again

or who will take care of her when hes gone

is that cuz he wants to keep up appearances? no

its cuz he knows everyone probably wants that too

no need to state the obvious

to fulfill it, to him, theres not much he can do than continue on as he is

continue on as a war machine

fight for his and all of humanity's peace

future: What's the worst possible future for your OC? Are they taking steps to avoid that outcome? Are they even aware it's a possibility?

i think itd be either he dies, leaving tara alone to fend for herself

or she dies

one he can try to avoid but he can never guarantee

the other is unfortunately inevitable

teehee mortal daughter immortal father moment

TARA

alone: How does your OC deal with loneliness? Have they ever been completely alone before? How do they act when there's no one around to see them?

tara isnt usually alone since she'll be online talking with friends or (on the rare occasion) out n about with them or playing gigs

when she is alone she ends up alot like chasm a little

quiet and stone faced

she gets pretty lonely whenever shes not around other people, but sometimes she just doesnt wanna be around other people at the same time

so she'll rot in bed for a while

or play guitar

or do whatever to entertain herself

she kinda suffers from chronic loneliness much like her dad so yeag

desire: What's one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?

same with chasm id think

she could wish and pray and hope for this but theres not much she can do about it

other than spread peace and love through her music of course but she wishes she could be more proactive about it

like her dad

future: What's the worst possible future for your OC? Are they taking steps to avoid that outcome? Are they even aware it's a possibility?

probably also losing chasm tbh

she already had the wake up call that chasm isnt actually immortal fully from the red war and him losing his light

so she knows he can die

and by the nature of being a guardian, he could die

and it would be a very violent death

[itissadbutitsmy-artblog]

Dr. C x Momdebra. Thoughts?

you sent me this while i was not sober i wish you couldve heard me laugh

um ok so i actually have lots of thoughts after thinking about it all night. my FIRST thought was that abracadaniel's "were you guys talkin about me ',:D" makes me think she has something going on with ABRACADANIEL, but (brushes that aside) hes gay smh. but he clearly wants cal's approval.

WHICH HE'D WANT IF SHE WAS DATING HIS SISTERR OHHH

also other thoughts. it explains why she was so completely bland about cadebra this entire time. youd think shed either love her or hate her, given that deb's a main character the only other member of the Weak House. but she ignores her during class entirely. no playing favorites in doctor cal's class no sir ignores the whole pep thing. she DOES very very gently go check on her when pep runs off and blaines out there smearing his name.

well. i think itd be fun. i mean. i am. very angry at this lady for everything she did and she is not very nice (WHICH LADY? YES). but cal has this very supportive kind veneer i think she really did love those kids to some extent (bro it stops when you leave them lying in an alley alone to die. but she DID just want everyone to have a good time in her class. and "ohh, hey, ease up" lives in my mind forever, as insidious as it was, given who she was saying it to and when. "thats my favorite student you're talking about." augh. okay. that really does hit.)

BUT i think itd be fun. because momdebra is soooo overbearing and intense, mom wants cadebra to push herself so far, mom is insistent that cadebra follow a specific path and track specific numbers to make herself the perfect wizard as dictated by arbitrary levels and abilities. whereas, doctorate though she may have, cal seems so much more holistic, and just wants everyone to follow their own path and learn their own way, and fill their heads with joy and knowledge, she wants everyone to delight in the pursuit of learning and she will stand out in the rain and the mud with you and gently explain the cultural and historical significance of every artifact you find for hours until you are satisfied. like thats her deal. i do not forgive her for the things she did (i need to remind myself of that because im MAD ! she left blaine there defenseless she WATCHED spader die!) but i do think she has a truly kind side to her because learning and pleasure in doing so are actually important to her. just, not as important as bringing about the second age of terror. anyways. sorry this turned into me trying to unravel my cal thoughts.

so i think it would be really funny to see her and momdebra interact over deb. as partners. like mom keeps sending a miserable deb back to work on her incantations over and over and cal is like oh, my goodness, are you still on that? deb, let's go look at some bugs, in the park. (there's a secret hidden lesson buried in the bug-observing expedition) (also she tells her what a good job she's doing and how she can be a wizard in any way she wants no matter what her mom says) (it's corney as hell) (cuz that's cal for you). i would LOVE to think this chills momdebra out a little bit and she learns Acceptance. but i doubt it. she is just blinded by her cool 20 foot tall girlfriend who is so super good at magic. did you know doctor caledonius is level 80000, cadebra??? YOU could be level 80000 so EASILY if you just APPLIED YOURSELF.

anyways it's so sad we cant ship damn near any of the fuckin adults together without running into "SO THEY WERE OKAY WITH LETTING THEIR PARTNER'S DAUGHTER DIE. SO THEY WERE OKAY WITH HELPING THAT TO HAPPEN." like. bro. this is so sad. cal threw deb at her friends and said "get rid of her". cadebra doesnt even have like,,,, any cool adults to run to about this does she. cal in this scenario was probably a level-headed nice person in her life who seemed to support her and want her to be herself. and she went to brain wizard when she was scared that one time. and now what. she went to abracadaniel when she was scared that other time but whats he gonna do??? huddle her under a blanket and go yell at his sister for dating a maniac until he remembers he's too scared of her to do that and then come to hide under the blanket with deb.

i dunno how to end this post i got words. my thoughts: 9/10 excellents fun scenario to play in. i absolutely wanna see what that does to cadebra's life.

[unmeipowerenergy]

for the pining ask game^^

❓describe a time one of you did flirt or make a move, only for the other to remain totally oblivious.

😳 what moment flustered them the most?

💭 who daydreamed about the other more often? what did they think about most?

@i-put-the-s4p-in-s4pphic

💭 mihir did it more often tbh... inserting tetora into whatever romance media sol consumed even if it's out of character & doing random things while thinking 'itd be nice if kotora was here too..." 😭😭 tetora is also very guilty of daydreaming... although for him it was more like montages of daily life. mihir crouching and meowing at a stray cat or the view of the top of suns head when sol leaned buns head on his shoulder,, stuff like that :3

😳 oooh!!! hm, for mihir maybe when tetsu helps correct sun's like. hand positions when they're practicing choreo?,, it's weirdly intimate and it's nice to be praised when sol does it right :9 for tetora, it's when mihir verbally Admits things since sun gets embarassed about it and that's cute... stuff like admitting sun missed him if they've been apart or sol would rather spend time with him than anyone else—

❓ i Kinda wrote a drabble about thisss so ill just put that under the cut :3

the chirp of cicadas punctuated the warm summer night as Tetora & Mihir walked towards the Starmony Dorm building. it had been another long, long day of practice running overtime, leaving neither of them with the energy to converse. the path from the practice rooms to the dorm was short and well-lit, much to Mihir's relief, who had enough of listening to Tetora's season-appropriate scary folklore.

Tetora was already counting down his mental list of things to do tomorrow– outfit fittings, ryuseitai practice in the morning, that one part of the choreography he had to discuss with Mihir–

Wait, where did sun go? all of a suddenl, he was acutely aware of the lack of warmth by his side and the hand brushing against the back of his own. he turned back to see Mihir gazing at the sky, a small smile on sols lips. The moon, a barely-there crescent that night, peered from the top of the trees that surrounded ensemble square. despite the light pollution in the middle of city, it shone true & bright, almost looking like a painting against the thick grove of clouds.

this isn't exactly unusual– their practice sessions do end up running late often and Tetora has often caught Mihir wistfully looking up at the sky– coincidentally, of course, it's not like his gaze ends up on sun whether he wants it to or not, or anything!

What's unusual, though, is how his breath hitches in his throat and how his brain seems much more interested in looking at sun rather the moon bun is admiring. He calls out to sun, fighting against the urge to stand there and gaze at Mihir for just a little more, the heavens reflected in suns eyes and moonlight braided through buns half-up hair.

Mihir turns towards him, seeming nervous for a second before flashing him a smile much fuller and brighter than the sliver of the moon hanging in the night sky. "Hey, kotora~ the moon is beautiful tonight, isn't it?"

Tetora wishes he had something, anything to say back other than the half-mumbled "yeah" that tumbles out of his mouth, because oh, sorry, didn't really notice, on account of staring at your stupid cute face and your honestly really pretty smile kind of wiped my brain clean of any coherency! my bad is probably-definitely one of the top ten things you should not say to your friend and unitmate you probably-definitely have entirely platonic feelings for. Yep.

Mihir tries not to look too dejected, striding towards Tetora so that they're side by side again. it wasn't supposed to a serious confession or anything, and sun only half-expected Tetora to catch on. still, the twinge in sols heart at his response felt too intense for a joke between friends. how bothersome.

Sun nudged Tetora who was still lost in his thoughts with suns elbow. The taller turned towards bun, a slight blush obvious at the very tips of his ears. He opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it promptly. "it's getting late", Mihir said, opting to march forward and leave this mildly embarassing incident– and hopefully the weird, bothersome feelings– behind. Tetora jogged up to sun, hands brushing against each other again.

Mihir pretended not to notice the warm feeling of Tetora intertwining their fingers together.

[florenceisfalling]

and it just isnt fair, right? and that's something you hear a lot after death, it isnt anything new. except it isnt just the death that isn't fair. its its everything, its the expectations and assumptions that come with it - you say "cancer" and they hear "had it for months, went through treatment, fought the fight and didn't make it, a doctor walked out and told us the news solemn", when it was actually more like "after the agony and panic of trying to leave the house my mother fully slumped in my arms unbreathing unresponsive and hazy-eyed and i had to beg her to wake up while shoving an oxygen mask into her mouth days before she got to even have her first appointment." thats something i will never be able to walk away from. my entire life is just gonna be that moment looping in my head, and the moments that followed of begging God to save me from this before i drove into the ER and saw her corpse. and jesus fuck maybe itd be easier if i didn't have to feign personhood immediately afterwards, if i didn't have to go back to responsibilities and failed classes and put off my grief until timing was acceptable. to deal with people telling me what i should do about it or assuming she smoked and ignoring me begging them to get their house radon-tested so they wouldn't have to get their lungs drained of liter after liter of fluid - or even the person who implied i was lying about my mom, my best friend, being fucking dead, because they'd rather side with an abuser than me. it just isn't fair and i wish the world would at least bend a little for me, if not to bring her back then at least to make this a manageable level of hurt, because believe it or not help doesn't actually help when you have to file appointments and fill out paperwork and email 8 people and make meetings just to get extra accommodations