#yes i use he/him pronouns with Charlie live with that

[laughingwith-bluelips]

Me with Charlie

Finding a new favorite fictional character is like, will you be temporary or will you become a permanent part of my personality for the next 10 years?

[libraryraccoon]

Kk so I am too lazy to write on my own but I have come up with a pretty good day dream scenario that you can write for ( I might also do it but maybe not).

But a police officer with a strong sense of justice goes to hell and starts trying to organize after spawning in one of the worst areas in hell, even the overlords are hesitant to go in there. But as they gain more and more power the area to clean up expands.

Their really not a bad person , one of the only reasons their there is because they had premarital sex . ( They banged someone's wife when drunk).

Was killed by the husband by a shot in the chest. Now resemble a fox because of their wit and inganuty.

( in sry if it's too specific but you can cut out anything u don't want)

Gender : GN

Pronouns : None

Message from Raccoon : I try to write a police officer!reader, but i'm pretty sure it's bad.

TW : Reader is in Hell 2 years before the series, 🟣 (one time mentionned), violence.

General Headcanon

In your lifetime you were a police officer, and a good one at that.

But unfortunately, one day you died and arrived in hell.

The person you loved was cheating on their partner with you. They didn't like it and killed you.

You are now in Hell.

Hell sorely lacked justice, but it's okay, you will rectify it.. :)

Vox didn't like you. Like, really.

He heard about you after you nearly beat Valentino to death.

Why did you beat Valentino ? Because he was a 🟣, forcing people to prostitute themselves, and more.

You also beat Velvette a bit because she created the love potions.

So yes, he didn't like you.

He start to hate you when you broke his head/tv when you saw him manipulating people..

It's hell ! What did you expect ?! Everyone manipulates !

A violent police officer. This is what you were.

You killed everyone who did things against your morals... in one month you killed more than the exterminators ever did.

Adam sees you as a sort of rival/person on his level.

Alastor find you entertained.

You were the only one in Hell with a moral, so you were interesting.

He also finds it very interesting that you manage to beat 3 Overlords and that 2 Overlords (Carmilla and Zestial) consider you their equal.

He wanted to come talk to you, but he decided not to after seeing you kill a demon with an angelic weapon because they were cannibals.

Compared to what you might think, he have a sense of self-preservation.

When you arrived at the hotel, as part of security, Alastor was a little scared..

Especially when you pointed your gun at his forehead, where the hunter had shot, killing him when he was alived.

Bonus point if you are a dog demon, he is really scared and wonders if you want to reproduce his death.

Husk love you and love the fact that you can scared Alastor, he live for seeing that man being your victim.

Niffty love you, she think you are a real bad boy ! RIP

You and Vaggie get along well, you both know that not everyone can be redeemed (looking at Alastor from a distance) and you know how fucked up Hell is.

But you help Charlie because some still have a chance to redeem themselves (looking discreetly at Sir Pentious).

Sir Pentious was afraid of you at first, but in the end he start to like you.

You always get him out of the worst situations, I can imagine that you saw Vox try to use his power on Sir Pentious when he was a 'spy', and you directly destroyed the watch by throwing a knife at it.

Sir Pentious didn't even notice you were here-

After that, a long conversation followed about why we should not harm the Hotel and its residents and avoid the Vees.

Sir Pentious thanked you very much for that by the way.

After that Vox received a little visit from you..

If it wasn't for Charlie stopping you from killing him, he would have died instead of just being injured/broken.

Vox spent a week in repair/hospital.

Angel Dust adores you.

Every time you accompany him to work, strangely Valentino gives him the day off..

Yeah, he takes you with him whenever you can.

Even if you hate the Overlords, you are one of them.

Overlord D/N (demon name), the Police Officer of Hell.

Carmilla loves it when you are at meetings, the other Overlords (*cough* Vees *coughs*) are always calm when you are here.

You 🤝 break into Lucifer's house.

Yeah, because well before the hotel, 3 days after your arrival, you break into Lucifer's house.

Why ? Because you found unacceptable that he didn't manage Hell and let the demons do all they want.

You didn't expect to find yourself faced with a depressed father whose wife left 5 years ago and who he no longer really has contact with his daughter.

You had to play therapist and friend.

Literally you were giving him therapy sessions in exchange of him letting you stay at his house.

You don't even have a degree in therapy.

Lucifer considers you as his lifeline. He clings to you for dear life, metaphorically and literally.

Hurt this man and the next day you will find his corpse-

Is this a healthy friendship ? No, but are you going to ignore this fact and pretend everything is normal ? Yes.

You have changed his point of view on demons, in the sense that some, not all but some, can be redeemed.

I headcanon that you repaired Charlie and Lucifer's relationship, and that before the series.

Greatest dad didn't happen, sorry everyone.

[juuuulez]

📰 | carmen berzatto x reader ; “Proximity.”

info: Carmen Berzatto x Reader, no pronouns (but written with fem! in mind), NYC era, tired Carmy, mentions of alcohol, mentions of drugs (cocaine/weed), you’re Carmen’s roommate.

summary: Carmen is your roommate: who happens to have terrible sleeping habits.

we rot, thinkin' lots about nothing / yeah, i could spend a lifetime / sitting here talkin' — comfort crowd, conan gray.

i don't feel like nothing special / i snag my tights out on the lawn chair / guess i’m a mess and play the role — i might say something stupid, charli xcx.

okay so BASICALLY this is kid krow boyfriend x brat girlfriend. expect three parts to this cute lil series my slayers. i’m insatiable and music makes me write.

“Jesus, what’ve I said about sleepin’ on the couch?”

Your voice is a shrill whine in the small apartment. The space itself is dingy, a two-bedroom joint in New York City. Mess forms on just about every surface, namely the coffee table, stacked high with a combination of culinary books, trays of pencils, and dirtied ashtrays.

Heels clack as you clamber into the living room, dropping down to your knees aside the couch. Carmy is dead to the world, passed out with his face pressed into the cushion, hair all tangled and wild.

You grab onto his shoulder, trying to push him upright with an exasperated groan. It doesn’t work. Finally, you use sharp, manicured nails to tug at his ear, a sharp pinch that finally awakens your roommate.

“Fuck.” Carmen grumbles, only pushing his face deeper into the pillow to evade any further scolding.

“Get off the couch, asshole.” You continue to berate him, “You pay for a room, so go sleep in it.”

Living in New York was expensive. So, you advertised for taking in a roommate. Someone lowkey who would stay out of your business, keep their shit to themselves, and best case scenario, help cook every now and then.

Carmen Berzatto seemed like the jackpot.

Except he was run absolutely ragged. Sure, the restaurant he worked at was classy, whatever. You didn’t care enough to indulge in the details. But the man would work for hours on end, and pass out on the first surface he could find.

Which brought you back to the problem at hand.

“I’m serious.” You continue, “I wanna watch Grey’s Anatomy before bed and have my joint. It’s my nightly ritual, you gotta fuckin’ move.”

At this point you were leaning your full weight against him, pushing Carmen deeper into the cushion. He groaned and finally rolled over, prompting you to let go, rubbing a hand over his eyes.

“Y’can’t watch it in y’er room?” He asks.

You huff, sitting on the hardwood floor in defeat. “No. There’s no TV in there, and my phone is dead.”

Carmen finally clears his foggy vision, blinking tiredly as he inspects your form, slumped on the ground beside him. A tight little black top clings to you, along with a matching pencil skirt.

“Did y’go out?” He asks, gaining some sense of awareness. The pair of you didn’t discuss personal stuff, most of the time Carmen had no idea what you were up to.

He was an early riser, you weren’t. Carmen would get home after a long shift and pass out, while you still roamed the streets late into the night. In a way, it was nice, as the pair of you wouldn’t often clash or argue for you simply weren’t in each other’s way.

Except for now, of course.

“Yes.” You huff, “And now it’s late and ‘m tired and have a headache. All I wanna do is watch Grey’s Anatomy and pass out on my,” You punctuate the word by stealing the throw pillow from him. “couch.”

There’s nowhere to argue. Technically, it was your couch. It was your apartment. Carmen knew he should be grateful, given that he simply had to pay a portion of rent, yet wasn’t responsible for the financial burden of all the furniture you’d collected beforehand.

Instead of just moving, Carmen finds himself wondering about your night. The headache. “How much did y’drink?” He asks.

You catch on, standing with an irritated groan. The throw pillow is tossed back down, to which Carmen grips it and pulls it to his chest. He wants to fall back asleep so badly. But now you’re causing a commotion, leaning against the wall and prying each heel off with huffs of frustration, throwing them somewhere down the hallway.

“It’s not the alcohol, it’s Katie’s bum-ass coke.” You complain loudly. “She gets it for free ‘cus she’s fucking this guy, but it’s just not good. Like, I can feel my brain cells evaporating and screaming like it’s a fiery wreck up there.”

Carmen hums, fiending understanding. Of course. It’s definitely not one of his favourite things about you. But, it’s not really his place to step in, to point out all the terrible choices you make. Sometimes he finds himself tempted to, but has to remember that would make things weird.

You didn’t want his baggage. Fuck, Carmen certainly didn’t want yours. It was a box that shouldn’t be opened, a line that won’t be crossed.

“Y’ever think about.. just not doing it?” Carmen ends up saying, his voice quiet and tentative, unable to help himself but prod the tiniest bit.

Thankfully, you brush it off, dumping a shiny pile of jewellery onto the coffee table to join the existing mess. “Yeah, right. Then I’ll get massive FOMO and it’ll kill the entire vibe. Great advice. Now scooch.”

Carmen has no choice but to shift as your stocking-clad foot nudges his thigh. There’s a hole in it, around your ankle, and he absentmindedly wonders how that happened. Regardless, he sits further up on the couch, making room for you to ungracefully slump beside him. It’s a close proximity, but one he’s slowly gotten adjusted to, finding that you’re the kind of person who simply doesn’t care about all these little touches.

The ones that make Carmen all flustered and nervous, the ones he’ll overthink whenever his mind isn’t so loud.

You lay on your side, legs curled up in the space that isn’t occupied by Carmen’s thighs. It looks like you’re ready to sleep in this position, and Carmen resists making a comment about how hypocritical that would be.

There’s a beat of silence before he finds himself speaking again.

“What’s the time, anyway?” Carmen asks.

You give a little shrug, the motion halfhearted and yet full of effort. “Like, three. Wanted to leave earlier, but it was this whole big thing.”

Carmy doesn’t bother indulging, instead giving a short hum as he thinks about it. All this time, and yet he’s never met any of your friends. You don’t bring them over, mostly because you’re barely home at night. He wonders if they’re like you.

“Shoes.” You suddenly pipe up again, a foot once again nudging him. “Y’were sleepin’ in them.”

He looks down, noticing the fact that his sneakers are still on. It makes his brows furrow, brain still all hazy from sleep, resisting the urge to melt back into the couch and continue his nap.

“Wasn’t thinking.” He sighs, rubbing a hand over his eyes once more. They sting slightly with the light you’ve turned on down the hall, the one neither of you will get up to switch off.

With the last of his willpower, Carmen toes off his shoes, letting them land somewhere underneath the coffee table. One of your heels lingers nearby, too.

“Clearly.” You mumble, “Your bedroom is three steps away, and you’re sleeping here. Weirdo.”

It’s not exactly venomous, and if Carmen was any other person he’d probably smile. Laugh a little. But he’s not. The pair of you are so different to the point where Carmen struggles to understand you, and to combat this issue, he’s reduced your role in his life to that of a stranger: a passing face on his eventual journey for something bigger.

“What about that joint?” He reminds you, deciding to ignore the slight snipe.

It earns another groan, drawn-out and dramatic as you press your cheek into the armrest. “No way ‘m getting up now.”

There’s a beat of silence as Carmen shifts, leaning over the couch to the floor. He finds his abandoned pile of belongings, the stuff he’d dropped after work seconds before passing out. A carton of cigarettes find his hand, tugging one out to place it between his lips.

He flicks the lighter, inhales, lets it spark to life. Then, Carmen takes it back out, passing it down and holding it in front of your face. Even with your eyes closed, you knew that noise, and didn’t need any direction to lean forward and snatch it between your teeth.

The sound you make is a pleased one, inhaling deep and letting it out. It manages to quell your headache slightly, to lessen that irritability that always grows after a night out like this, where the coming day you’ll be snappy and tired and miserable.

You ask for Alexa to play Grey’s Anatomy, the Google TV opening to the episode you were last on.

Carmen smiles when you thank it, as if the television was sentient.

Though he’s never been one for medical shows, Carmen doesn’t seem to mind. That’s because he barely watches it, passing out again maybe 5 minutes into the episode, still sitting up against the couch. It doesn’t even matter, for you follow suit not much later, the cigarette burnt out and filter falling to the floor in an ashy pile.

[fazgoo-connoiseur-1987]

Okay I'm a tad tipsy and I've been mulling the idea over for a while about an anaysis of FNaF's accidental queer themes so here's a quick bulletpoint list:

Mangle and her use of she/him pronouns. Gender 'yes'. Multigender King. Funtime Foxy also having that gender ambiguity is interesting too.

Michael's whole thing of being hollowed out and forced to live in a dead body, hiding in shadows, reads queer to me (very loosly but it still reads).

Like... most things about William. Springbonnie's nonbinaryness, his obsession with Henry, the way he overlaps with the 'transfem serial killer' trope, and he specifically targets children ontop of that. By far the topic I have the most to say on.

Freddy Fazbear and Bonnie the Bunny cannon gay now? Discuss.

Linking those last two points: who's fursonas are those? Hm? Who is the bear and who is the rabbit? Answer me, coward.

Charlie in the books is trans. She's embodying the corpse of a woman who doesn't and has never existed at her father's behest. Bro I did that for 17 years!!!

Point about 'how can a guy who explicitly does not care and does active harm to a community I am a part of stumble into creating something that resonates with its queer themes?' Interesting. Many answers.

[rae-pottah]

Don't Trust a Malfoy (pt. 1)

Fandom: Take a guess (Harry Potter)

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Malfoy!Reader

Y/n = your name

Warnings: they/them pronouns, trauma, bad parenting, (your probably used to both if you're reading this) ( that was a joke don't take offense), events are taken out of order from the story, shitty writing. Some People Live (Lemme know if I missed anything)

Noises are in a bigger font

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*Y/n's POV*

I never understood why I was treated so differently, nor why only the house elves took care of me, and why my 'family' treated me like I owed them. Only my mother and my brother showed any sort of love or kindness towards me, behind my father's back of course. My mother did love me but she only ever showed it by quick looks of "I'm sorry", my brother a like, just before punishments came, mostly for whats happening currently.

WOOSH, you can hear the wind blowing as the three of us blow by on our brooms escaping Filch and his demon cat. We had set dung bombs to explode as soon as he opened his door, then glitter cannons going off after he's covered

"And that'll be a detention for the three of us after he's cleaned" I say as I look to my best friends in the entire world, without them, I wouldn't be able to get through life at home.

"He can't give us detention if he can't catch us" Fred starts, shrugging, throwing his hands to the sides of his head

"Besides, it'd be McGonagall who would be given us our punishments" George continues pointing a finger at me to set his point

"Yeah-yeah, you boys are going to get me in trouble again" I say with a grin as we all sit down in the gryffindor common room, hoping for a laugh... I don't get one. With solemn faces Fred speaks up

"I hope it wasn't too bad this summer" he asks, I pick at my fingers and look at the ground

"It wasn't that bad, little bit here and there nothin' awful, anyway how was your summer" I say quickly trying to change the subject. Fred gives me a strict look as if to say 'don't lie to me' but George carries on.

"Oh rather fun actually, our brother Charlie came home for a week or so durin' summer so he- " he rambled on with Fred when our little heroic trio (a name I used for them often) walked in

"Harry! Hermione! Ronni!" A year younger than us but they were all like my little siblings

"Y/n!" They all yelled as they piled on top of me

"How is my little heroic trio, how was your summer"

"Fine, I heard you three started the year off with a bang" Harry said sending all five of them into laugher

"Well what more could you expect from us?" I ask

"Mm" Ron pretends to think "how about Snape next?" Making George and Fred stand up

"Oh we tried"

"But oh no that's not allowed, tell them to say the word and we could-"

"Nope! No real teachers!" I end it there

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*Fred's POV*

Everything seemed fine but the way they deforested my question earlier made me uneasy. I hope one day they can get out, on good terms.

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*Y/n's POV*

There had been an incident, you-know-who got hurt Mr. Weasley, all the Weasley kids including Hermione and Harry were called to Dumbledore's office, well, I was dragged by Fred and George.

"Wh- Fred, what's happening?" I ask confusedly

"Dad's been hurt" I stayed quiet and ran with him wherever he went, they needed me, if they didn't I wouldn't be out of bed, so I ran

--

All of them were to be sent back to twelve Grimmauld place, I looked at all of them and said

"Be safe"

"And why would you be saying your goodbyes (ms./mr./mx.) Malfoy? You're going with them." Dumbledore said lowly, with wide eyes I start

"But my-"

"No need to worry about that, I've taken care of that"

"Do they-" I start again only to be cut off again

"I've informed them yes"

And so we were off to Grimmauld place

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Part 2

[hazbinhappy]

If you wouldn’t mind doing a matchup for me, I’d appreciate it. Only characters I would like to avoid would be Adam & Valentino.

I am on the aroace spectrum. Demi for both. I am bi-oriented. My pronouns are they/them.

I am autistic so I have sensory issues. I also have social issues and would like to get a service dog specifically for DPT (deep pressure therapy, applying pressure to the body to help ground & regulate heart rate) and social interactions.

I am a big animal person. I have four pets in total right now but have had many and will have many more. I’ve had animals of all kinds, birds, reptiles, dogs, cats. I’ve even worked with horses before. Very big on animals. I prefer them to people.

I wouldn’t say I’m shy necessary, more so just traumatized. When I’m in a space I feel comfortable I’m very loud, very opinionated. I tend to use bullying as a form of affection but never let it go too far. I’m petty as fuck. I’m also very blunt and brash. In spite of that I do try to be kind and help people but if you ask me for my opinion I’m going to give you my unfiltered opinion. Yes, that dress washes you out give it away.

I enjoy writing, reading, drawing, and theater. I cook and bake a lot. I like to have things organized, obsessively so. I also enjoy dance. I specifically would like to try pole dancing but for a while I hyperfixated on swing dancing. Of course, I never had a partner though. I do try to maintain an active lifestyle by going on walks with my dogs among other things. My goal is to build up enough muscle to carry dogs of all sizes and a future partner.

My clothing style tends to lean alternative. I like blacks, purples, blues, and greens. I’m not a fan of warm toned colors but I will wear maroons. I like wearing tight fitted clothes and crop tops but I also have a special interest in historical fashion so I’ll wear just about anything.

In terms of a demon form for me specifically. . . I feel like I’d be a moth, a thylacine, or a bobcat type demon. I honestly don’t really care which as long as I get fangs because fangs should be gender affirming care.

Anyway, hugs and kisses if you want them.

- @am-i-interrupting

Your Matchup is...

Husk!

This was a bit hard because it was either him or Vaggie, but I landed on him! Mainly due to how you described your personality and I think you two would get along great and just :) i made it up to your interpretation if it's romantic or platonic! @am-i-interrupting

y'all would meet either through the hotel or during Alastor's seven year absence! most likely the latter so let's run with that for this

he was probably on his way TO the casino (as if he shouldn't just live there with how much he frequents it) when you guys bumped into each other!

one of your dogs who was a bit too friendly today decided to run up to the grump and ask to be pet

Husk being Husk immediately backs up while you're trying to apologize for the dog's action and explain it away, but Husk also isn't a complete asshole so he lets it go

but it's on his mind for the rest of the day.... and so what does he do? he takes that same path every day at the same time hoping to bump into you

after like the fifth time he finally pets the dog and you two maybe share a few words. maybe several dozen times later you two start to hang out a bit

once Alastor's back though you're sad to not have you're walking friend anymore

but when you heard Alastor was back and at a hotel you suspected that is somewhere where Husk bit be (good thing for hunches!)

i wouldn't say you'd frequent the hotel because it looks very far out, but on your more free days you might take the dogs out for a longer walk for them to see their grumpy friend

(As for the other pets, they do get to occasionally come, but only if Nifty is super busy. Only the dogs and cats aren't scared of her. Honestly I'd just be scared of her period)

"Well look who showed up here."

"You say that every week, fool. You should expect me at this point. Where is everyone?"

"Charlie and Vaggie are attempting to campaign this whole failure again, Angel is working, Sir Pentious is in that weird blimp, and Alastor is fucking somewhere."

"And Nifty?"

"Haven't figure it out."

"Good things I did not bring over the little guys then. Just the dogs."

You unclipped them from their leashes to let them roam around the main floor of the hotel, though they stuck behind the bar with Husk.

"Alastor still has you stuck here? Not even a little break?"

"Convincing that bastard to give me a break is like pulling teeth outta a bear. Never gonna happen."

"Man, fuck him. He's a weirdo asshole."

"One that owns my soul."

"Dumbass."

"Fuck you."

"Love you toooo."

A/n: Thank youuu XOXO (You also did my matchup which I really loved!)

[fool-inthe-rain]

The End of the World

Harry Potter x Reader

wc: 1000~

Content: Angst. Death, violence. Takes place during the battle of Hogwarts so you can assume how this ones gonna go. Use of she/her pronouns. Harry and Ginny are not together. 

This was it. 2nd May 1998. This would be the bookend to the war, it was easy to tell. The defensive spells enveloping Hogwarts had been broken through, the stone soldiers were dwindling in numbers, and so many had already died. Voldemort had just called for an armistice, one hour to care for the dead and wounded. 

Chaos. Chaos was the only word.

She found herself stumbling through the ruins of the great hall, blood caking her shirt and dripping from her sleeves. The pain was searing hot, but she needed to find Harry. If she was going to die, it was going to be in his arms, so help her God. Stumbling once more she knew time was nigh, and the only thing she wanted to do was lie down and sleep. 

“Oh Godric.” Arms wrapped around her body, her vision was too blurry to tell who’s arms, but she knew they were not Harry’s.

She was lowered to the ground slowly, cries left her mouth from pain the shifting of her body caused. Her back was pressed against a strong chest, and when the tears finally spilled from her eyes her vision cleared enough to see herself surrounded by Weasley’s. She saw Ginny first, standing in shock over a body. Fred. Molly was stroking her son’s hair, spilling her tears onto his unmoving chest. 

She tried wiggling out of whoever’s arms she was in to get to Molly, to hold her hand the same way she did when George lost his ear, but the arms got tighter.

“Don’t move, it’s okay.” It was Charlie who had her. His voice sounded like her childhood. Summers spent at the Burrow, and holidays, always made better by a surprise visit from the great dragon handler. 

“Fred.” Was all she could get out before she felt warm liquid bubbling up into her throat. 

Charlie’s only response was quiet sobs for his brother. A soul so lively, that she almost didn’t believe he was gone, she thought the blood loss was playing tricks on her mind. Molly turned her head slightly, catching a glimpse of Charlie holding the girl she had practically raised as her own. She couldn’t leave Fred, however, even though her heart pulled and pleaded with her to help the young witch. 

“Charlie?” Her voice was weak, and bloody coughs spilled from her mouth after she uttered his name.

“Yes?” His voice cracked. 

“I’m so sorry.” She tried turning her head to look at him, but it was too much work. She was too tired to move anymore. 

She felt him place a brotherly kiss to the top of her head, reassuring her that everything would be okay. Maybe not anytime soon, but she had a feeling she wouldn’t have to worry about that.

“I’m dying aren’t I?” Her breathing was becoming laboured and raspy, her heart was working overtime trying to keep her alive.

“No! No, I will not let you die. You can’t die.” He sobbed once more, knowing that life was not something he had the privilege of promising her.

“I’ll be okay, Fred will keep me company.” She closed her eyes, smiling at the thought of hearing her friend's laughter once more. 

Her head fell forward, slightly swaying. 

“Is Harry here?” She didn’t know how she knew he had entered the Hall, she could just feel him. 

Charlie looked around the room, Harry was slowly walking through the length of the room. Ron and Hermione had made their way over quickly once they saw Fred laying dead. She could hear Ron’s cries, and the sound alone caused her more pain than any of her wounds. 

Her eyes opened when she felt a warm hand wrap around hers. It was Hermione. She had a sad smile on her face, and tears dripped down her nose and chin as she took in the severity of the situation surrounding her. 

She tried to speak but Hermione shushed her.

“Don’t speak, save your energy.” Hermione squeezed her hand tighter, scared that letting go now would mean letting go forever. 

Hermione’s head snapped up, seeing Harry taking somber steps towards them. She followed her best friend's eye line, and when she saw who she was looking at her lips turned up sleepily, he was finally here. When Harry reached them, Charlie switched spots with him, and went back to comfort his mother, he could not watch another person he loved die. 

“Oh, darling.” Harry’s voice was thick with tears. He scanned her body, trying to see what exactly was slowing his lover's heart, but she was such a mess he couldn’t find the source.

“I’ll go get help.” Hermione, still proactive in all the chaos.

“No.” She used all her strength to pull Hermione back down. “Too late for that.” Her words were slurred.

“You can’t leave me, please. Not you too.” Harry was crying into her hair, his hands were crossed across the front of her body, trying to keep her whole. 

He shifted so she was laying across his lap, he needed to see her face. The sweet face of the sweet girl he had fallen in love with. 

“I’ll never leave you. ‘M always gonna be with you.” Her eyes stayed open long enough to admire him one last time. The bump on his nose, the curve of his jaw, the way his arms felt around her. When he touched her all her pain went away. She was grateful for that. She did not want to be in agony when she left.

Her eyes closed for the last time. Her heart took leave, too tired from trying and failing to pump life into her body. 

Harry placed a weak hand on her chest, hoping he would feel the natural rise and fall that came with being alive. He doubled over her body and gripped at her sweater, letting out loud sobs. Hermione placed a hand on his back, trying to comfort him even though she had also lost her best friend. 

“I’ll make this right for you.” He whispered into her chest, knowing she no longer occupied the body laying before him. 

Revenge. Revenge was the only word.

[sobeksewerrat]

✨and🏳️‍🌈 with Hazbin for the ask game

(Also do I have permission to rant about Alastor to you. I hate that fucker so much.)

(yes you do. Please do it actually)

Note: added the cut cos I ended up yapping

✨what draws you towards your hyperfixation? what is interesting about it?

Tough one. Honestly part of it is that I cannot control my AuDHD and part of it is that it has a lot of potential and possible ideas?? I find myself to be more attached to media I can play around with, only God knows how many TMF fanfics, wips and AUs I used to have, and Hazbin is perfect for that.

Besides, I would consider myself to be religious and I'm quite interested in stories based on mythology and religion, and the core concept of Hazbin intrigued me as a Muslim (funfact! In Islam hell is temporary for most people iirc LMFAO). Also, what better way to explore my religious trauma?!

And it's chock-full of potentially interesting characters and dynamics that go unexplored, so that ties back into the first point.

And last but not least, I tend to be a fan of objectively bad and/or very controversial stuff (*coughs* danganronpa, mlb, Jeff the killer-)

I could yap forever about my love-hate relationship with Hazbin but I think I should stop here for now.

🏳️‍🌈do you have any headcanons (lgbt, race, neuro, etc) that are important to you?

YES!! TOO MANY ACTUALLY!!! Here are some of my faves :3

Adam is SWANA, mostly projecting but all abrahamic religions originated from the SWANA region soooo (obviously the term SWANA and the region prolly didn't exist when Adam was first created but shush) And my Eve is black BTW!

Transmasc Adam!! This headcannon is so, so important to me. So important I created multiple AUs with lore documents about it. I could write an essay about why I headcannon him as that. Multiple, actually.

Albino Lute!! I hc they're SWANA too (and Heavenborn, don't ask how, idk either) , but they have albinism (her natural eye colour is very light blue, they wear gold contacts).

NONBINARY LUTE WITH SHE/THEY PRONOUNS ‼‼‼

the exorcists, mainly Lute n Vaggie, as Adam's daughters (biologically or otherwise)!! I can't live without that headcannon and I'm so fucking upset there's not enough content about it out there

Autistic Lute and Cain (my oc at least). They inherited it from Adam. And Eve has anxiety, we've established that. She also has OCD. Trust me. And ADHD Abel. And Vaggie with PTSD (they all have it but her especially

AroAce Charlie and Angel Dust!! Ik they're bi and gay respectively, but who says they can't be both?

AroAce Lesbian Lute too.

Asexual Adam!! I already wrote an essay as to why I hc that but since then the hc expanded and I can write a better, updated one. Won't be as lengthy as my hypothetical trans Adam one, but still full of yapping. 

Adam wears his mask not out of insecurity (for the most part) or protection (that thing is LED, it ain't protective) but because he was recognised by one of his children during the first Extermination (even though he had already transitioned by then). Let's just say that didn't turn out well, and Adam was unresponsive for days. 

Adam is genuinely afraid of most things, even silly stuff to us like the dark. Because even though us modern people have the privilege of artificial lights, not living in the wild, medicine, etc.- he didn't. He was literally a caveman. A fever could kill anyone in his family. The night meant being at risk of being eaten. Water can and will kill you because of the bazillion bacteria inside. Winter meant death if you didn't have a fire going 24/7 or covered yourself up with anything. But, he hides his fears because he thinks they're fucking embarrassing (even though it's very clearly untreated trauma)

Adam loves his kids, truly. He fucked up A LOT (killed thousands of them and the whole Vaggie situation), but that doesn't mean he hates them.he just learned not to get attached to them. 

ADAM ‼ HAS ‼ ABANDONMENT ‼ ISSUES‼

Adam lowkey feels he doesn't deserve his spot in Heaven.

I literally came up with this like an hour or two ago with @an-theduckin but Adam actually did believe in redemption once and tried to advocate for it. Till he didn't. Wonder why that is 👀 (got a fic idea I won't finish. Dw abt it)

Adam gaining weight as a form of healing‼ I imagine he was deathly skinny on Earth due to food insecurity, and even though he improved after they invented agriculture and got better at hunting, he was still clearly unhealthy (and popping out the entire human population at the time didn't help). And also he just likes his appearance this way (fuck you Lucifer and your stupid fat joke)

ADAM LOVED HIS WIFE!!! SHE LOVED HIM TOO!!! OH MY GOD GUYS PLEASE GET IT RIGHT.

In a perfect world, Adam would've been Charlie's uncle/father figure. 

Lute and Vaggie cared about each other, things just kind of…well, yk how it ended. Lute has immense amounts of guilt over the whole situation, but they'll never admit it. Especially not after Vaggie started being involved the Lucifer's fucking daughter. 

Adam's secretly a feminist. I'm not even gonna elaborate, figure out my reasoning yourself. 

Vaggie grieved Adam and her fallen sisters after they died in the finale. Of course, she'll never admit it. (I HAVE A FIC WIP ABOUT THIS I HOPE TO FINISH SOMEDAY!!)

Gamer and Fandom kid Lute. This hc means so so much to me! I originally stole it from @bluexjayy ! They're really into cringey fandoms too (mainly danganronpa, FNAF, undertale and the creepypasta fandom- probably mlp too). Secretly writes fanfiction.

I have SO MANY hcs for Stan and I's Cain, Abel and Eve but I doubt anybody wants to hear them sooo

Redhead Lilith. It was ginger in Eden, turned blood red when she became a sinner. She dyes it blonde.

Annnddddd I think I should stop now oh my god I'm so sorry for yapping again Thanks for the ask though!! Please feel free to rant about Alastor.

[fandomworld9728]

The King & Queen of Hell Chapter 4:

"Adam!~" Running over to his husband, Lucifer threw his arms around his neck and showered his face in kisses.

Chuckling, Adam wrapped an arm around his Queen's waist and lifted him up to sit on his arm. "Hello, love. Same pronouns today?"

"Yes. Thank you for asking."

"I see that the rumors are true. Our dear King and Queen are sickeningly loving."

Fixing the sinner now in front of them, Adam felt the hairs on the back of his neck raise. This guy had power just oozing out of him. "And you are?"

"Alastor. Pleasure to be meeting you, sire, quite a pleasure."

"He's helping Charlie with her hotel."

"Oh fuck. Really? That's awesome man."

"Yes... quite. Charlie is such a delightful young lady, and your spouse is such an excellent host. You are a very lucky man." He wasn't just trying to be polite or trying to sweet talk the two. Alastor had no idea how such a man could charm the angelic creature that was Hell's Queen. The very reason for humanity's free will. Very lucky man, indeed.

"You got that right."

"Adam. At least try to be humble?" Lucifer teased his husband. People were always confused how the two most prideful people in all of creation could stand to be married to each other. It was often that their egos would lead to fights and their stubbornness would drag them out for days, sometimes even weeks, before they found a way to compromise or find a victor.

But that's what made it fun! They loved and trusted each other for all their positive and negative traits. At the end of the day, they were silly fights that never truly mattered that always seemed to end up as a game. To see who would yield first.

"Sorry, love. I don't know what that word means."

"Perhaps a dictionary would make a fine gift for his majesty? Ha!" A laugh track played from the sinner, momentarily spooking the first man and causing the fallen angel to try and find his laughter behind a dainty hand.

"...You're pretty funny Albert-"

"Alastor, dear."

"Isn't that what I said?"

"I'm supposed to be the one who's bad with names." Turning his attention back to the radio demon, Lucifer was still all smiles. "That was a rather ballsy move there. Insulting your King disguised as a joke."

"I figured it was worth a shot. I do love a good joke and as you said before. What is life, even an afterlife, without whimsy?"

"Nope! This meeting is over. We didn't even get anything important done!" Quickly walking out of the meeting room, Charlie started to pull guide Alastor out the front door by his cane.

"But Charlie-"

"I'm already running late for my meeting with Lilith!"

"Are you two going to stop her?"

Watching their darling daughter leave, Lucifer couldn't be prouder about how far she's come from being a push over. "Leave her be. She's been busy and stressed with worrying about her hotel and the Exterminations. If she can prove this works, there's a chance that they'll call off the yearly attacks. She's putting all of this on herself... but we'll be here when she's ready for our help."

~

Walking up to the Heavenly Embassy, Alastor couldn't keep his curiosity to himself anymore. "Charolette, why is it that you failed to tell us of your royal lineage?"

Hand on the door's handle to open it, the princess froze. Shit! This is why she wanted to go alone. She didn't need everyone finding out and treating her different. Charlie didn't need to try and live up to their exceptions too. If her friends knew, would they think she wasn't a good heir like the rest of people who knew? Would she let them down-

"That is not something you should hide, my dear." Opening the door, he ushered her inside and walked with her to the front desk. "The heir to Hell's throne saving wayward sinners and wanting the best for them! While your bleeding heart may be a weakness to most, it can also be your greatest strength. I've seen how protective you can be and that's where your power lays."

"That's... what my family always tells me." Taking a moment to think, Charlie signed them both in. Alastor had already figured out who she was so there was no harm in him sitting in on the meeting.

"Then show all of Hell who you are and what you're made of, my dear. Use every advantage you have to succeed."

"Yeah.... yeah! I'll show them all!" She felt much more confident than she had that morning. A new energy filled the princess as she and Alastor stepped into the meeting room. "Let's get this shit done!" 

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[satancopilotsmytardis]

omg!! plz tell us about ur fnaf au!!

I have been let off my leash again!!! Okay so I want to preface this with what the state of FNAF lore was like when I started working on this:

Started working on this between the release of FNAF4 and Sister Location, ended shortly after the reveal of Michael's "I'm coming to find you"/Robot spaghetti endings.

Back when the Puppet was still using He/him pronouns and we had limited knowledge about Charlie/Henry, etc. past the stuff from FNAF: World and I think the Silver Eyes novel.

This was still firmly at the tail end of people switching from calling Purple Guy Vincent in their AUs to using William Afton because of the books.

Very little of this will match anything even remotely canon including names.

So the AU was what I called the 'Afton Siblings AU':

Basic premise: None of the Afton children died. They still went through deeply traumatic shit and grew up under their father's thumb until he got arrested for the Missing Children's Incident, released, and then fucked off into the ether.

Michael: 26, he works as the nighttime security officer at their Fazbear's location. When he was 13 he stuck his brother's head into Freddy's mouth on his birthday as a prank after treating his brother like shit in the wake of their mom leaving them, and Caleb nearly died. Their father ended up sticking his own arm into the mouth of the animatronic and breaking his hand very badly, but kept Freddy from crunching all the way through Caleb's skull and killing him. Once William healed up, he brought Michael back to the restaurant and killed all of Michael's friends to make a point. Michael has been in charge of taking care of his siblings ever since.

Bailey (Baby): 23, the tallest of the kids, which is something she delights in literally holding over her brothers. She works as their Fazbear's location's mechanic. She keeps the animatronics running and it the only one who is aware that the suits aren't just haunted, but that the bodies are inside of the suits as well.

Caleb (Crying Child): 18, he works as a server at the Fazbear's location he once almost died at when he was a little kid. He forgave Michael years ago for the incident and he has the best relationship with the animatronics because the echo of his childhood trauma is still lingering in the pizzeria as Golden Freddy. (Think Stone Tape theory)

The Afton kids are all pseudo-adopted by Henry when shit goes down, and he makes sure that they have jobs and bought them their childhood home when everything goes tits up and their father is in the wind. They all call him 'Uncle Henry' and he doesn't hold what William has done against them, but none of them have ever directly talked about that with Henry. They all live together and are just trying to keep things at the pizzeria calm and under control as their father keeps, somehow, going around and continuing to rack up his body count.

However, I got distracted before I ever fully fleshed out this AU by some side characters and their extremely unhinged sex life. So hey, y'all remember Jeremy?

Jeremy Fitzgerald: 25 forever, died in 1987 when the Mangle bit through his skull, taking one of his eyes and causing catastrophic brain damage. As with all things in a Fazbear's location, he could not simply stay dead, and Fazbear Entertainment dug up his corpse (or perhaps never let his body be buried in the first place, he's not sure) and sat him back in the security office to continue doing his job after death, and uh, to his great displeasure, yes that absolutely worked. He is stuck in a haunting loop like the animatronics and continues to do his job for many years.

Nightmarionne/the Puppet/Net/Marion: Looks like the normal puppet during the day/to other people, but to Jeremy, he looks like Nightmarrionne because Jeremy can now see how he's been twisted and warped by his need for vengeance. However, he normally puts that aside to care for the 'children'. Somehow, pre-FNAF6 I had decided that he would grow and be more fully sapient than the rest of the animal-suit-bound animatronics and I was accidentally right about that.

Jeremy and Net start off very contentiously, because Net thinks that Jeremy stole the 'gift' of life after death somehow, which would tie him back to 'The Man' who the animatronics know as their murderer.

Jeremy, of course, has no fucking idea what he's talking about. He still gets tortured about it though.

Years pass and eventually Jeremy's brain kind of rewires to the pain of being tortured, especially because no matter what Net does to him (or the other animatronics cause he does end up in a suit more than once), it's all temporary. Net eventually explains to him about the children, the gift, the murders, and they (as essentially the only adults in the building) try to look after it and the other suits.

Jeremy pops a boner while Net's playing with his offal one night and the rest is pretty gory history with them genuinely falling in love and having a very healthy and trusting relationship-- where half of their sex is body horror but, shhh 🤫

All is fine and dandy until their location gets marked for re-opening and Henry sends Michael to go to that location and check it out, where he meets Jeremy, finds out their location is also haunted, and Jeremy learns that because he's haunting his own corpse, he's not actually bound to the same rules as the animatronics. He can leave the building, stay up after 6am, and etc. he just hadn't because he was so conditioned by the others he never tried.

Jeremy befriends the Afton kids not knowing about their father, and that creates further conflict down the line when William comes back into town for some reason.

(he also has a very weird threesome with Michael and Net at one point, but you know, that's not important)

(Baily also makes Net a strap but that's also not important)

I spent... more time writing Jeremy/Net porn than I want to admit to, frankly, and this fic eventually started to be adapted into my Everrealm Amusement Park story that I also never finished.

[babythe67]

HELLO

Meet the writer !

LETS START OFF EASY

I’m Chevy or Colton, you can call me Cole, Colby, Chev, or Chevs. Please don’t call me impala or baby I know my name is similar to the car but please it makes me insane 🙏 Colt is fine too, just use it sparingly. 

MY PRONOUNS ARE HE HIM

2. Listen I understand wOAH MALE FANFIC WIRTER- yOu mUst bE aGiRl- please shut up PLEASE PLEASE LAST TIME I CHECKED I GOT BELLS AND THE TREE. MERRY CHRISTMAS.  

IM 19 

3. Guys. Let’s have a talk. 18 and over to interact. Listen. I was 16 once sobbing ab my Sam Winchester x readers and I know I physically cannot stop you, it’s the internet. Fuck can I do, reach through and smack your hand? No. But for my sake at least try to stay incognito or at least try to pretend good. I will be checkin accounts, if you’re under 18 I’ll straight up block you 💀 idgaf ab views or notes or reshares Im in it for just having a visual diary to put my writing. 

IM A MEXICAN MAN

4. guys please. PLEASE. MY ENGLISH IS AS GOID AS IT CAN BE. AND YES I MIGHT FORGET A WORD AND TYPE IT IN SPANISH. IM SORRY. AND SOME POSTS MIGHT BE IN SPANISH MY BAD. also I write from Mexican perspective so again MY B A D 

WHO DO I WRITE FOR

5. LISTEN listen guys. My list is long but this is just for spn atm. You want my other writing check out my other accs THELTGHOST or Calahansdrabbles

Cals has a mix writing. It’s like. Everything.  Ltghost is mainly cod.  Here you Can find; Sam Winchester  Dean Winchester  Castiel Novak  G A R T H  Charlie Bradburry  Crowley Lucifer  Etc etc  Dick Roman if you ask nicely. 

WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU COLT.

6. HI. It’s Colby here. Im a tall nerdy Mexican, probably on the chubby side. I wear glasses and have black shaggy hair. I cosplay ghost and konig and castiel- some other mfs too.  No I DONT wanna show my face bruh then you’ll find my TIKTOK and HARASS ME FOR THE FOUL THINGS I WRITE. Uh. Im pretty cool I’d say. And I love interacting and taking requests. Like yes baby let me write you your slow burn destiel fic you’ve been itching for. 

WHERE ARE YOU FROM?

7. MEXICOOO BABY. VIVA MEXICO HUEVONES. uhhh no but fr I’m from Jalisco Mexico but now live in California bordering TJ. 

WHAT FANDOMS??

8. UHHHH This acc is mainly spn cause I want Dean to suck my dick. Uhhhh though I do enjoy a lot of different shit. This includes good omens, cod, overwatch, greys anatomy, adventure time, yadda yadda

Uh that’s kinda all I guess. Stream vampire by Olivia Rodrigo. And Stay with me by Ghost.  

That’s all folks. ♡

[litcest]

Everything Under, by Daisy Johnson

Everything Under, written by Daisy Johnson, is a retelling of Sophocles' play Oedipus Rex. It follows the story of Gretel, who was abandoned by her mother, Sarah, when she was sixteen. Sixteen years later, Sarah returns, suffering from Alzheimer's disease. As Gretel takes care of her mother, she tells Sarah about both of their lives. The novel was published in 2018 and was shortlisted for that year's Man Booker Award, losing to Anna Burns' Milkman.

When I initially heard of this book, I was given the information it was a mother/daughter story. And while I do ship the mother and daughter of this story, the canonical pairing is a mother/son couple. I also ship the brother and sister (the whole family has got very weird dynamics going on and is all very shippable).

A consideration: the sexual relationship is between a thirty-somethings-years-old woman and a sixteen-years-old boy. The encounter starts with him quite eager, but the he asks her to slow down, which she doesn't do. It might be triggering to some readers.

I would also like to address that one of the main characters is a transgender man. The book, when narrating his live before he transitioned, uses his deadname and female pronouns, and the characters who knew him from that time continue to refer to him by his deadname even after being informed he had transitioned. In this review, I won't mention his deadname, but when talking about his parent's memories of him, I'll use female pronouns and nouns, since his father only remembered him as a baby girl.

The story is told in a non linear format, which honestly, seems to be the ongoing trend in this blog. I swear it's not on purpose. Well, the chapters alternate between "The River", the far away past, which tells of Gretel's childhood living by the river with Sarah and also covers Margot/Marcus upbringing and the summer they met Gretel; "The Hunt", set is the near past, in which a thirty-year-olds Gretel searches for her mom and meet Marcus' parents, and "The Cottage", which is the novel's present day, after Sarah was found and moved into Gretel's cottage.

In chronological order, the story begins with Sarah, who, in her youth, was a party girl who liked to hook up with older man. Later, when she recounts her sexual escapades to Gretel, she mentions only one regret:

"There is one you speak about with slow regret. Younger, inexperienced, fumblingly nervous. A mistake from the start.

One day Sarah meets a fisherman named Charlie, who lives in a boathouse by the River Isis. They start dating and she moves in with him. When she's around thirty, she falls pregnant. She initially doesn't want any children, but decides to give it a chance since Charlie wants a baby. However, one day, Sarah leaves him, taking their baby girl with her.

In another town, near the river border, lives Laura and Roger, a couple who are unable to have children. One day, they find a infant by the river and decide to adopt that child. That child is Marcus, a transgender boy, who runs away at age sixteen after being told by their neighbour and friend, Fiona, that one day he would kill his father and have sex with his mother.

Marcus had been exploring his gender for a while (when he and Fiona, who is a trans woman, were alone, he would ask her to draw him a moustache and was always interested in the idea that you didn't have to identify with the gender you were assigned at birth) but had never publicly told his parents anything about it, so that may be why Laura and Roger continue to refer to him by his deadname even years later, when Gretel tells them that their child was a boy.

Anyway, after running away, Marcus begins to camp by the river shore, where he listens to the myth of the canal thief, a thief who robbed boats and killed animals during the night. He becomes very terrified of this thief and is initially cautious when he meets a blind fisherman named Charlie (yes, the same one who dated Sarah), but grows to trust Charlie and camps near his boat. Charlie tells Marcus about his daughter, who was taken away by her mother and whom he had been searching for a long time. Since Charlie is blind, he assumes Marcus to be a boy and starts calling him "son", which Marcus quite enjoys and is probably what made him realize he identified as a boy.

One night, Marcus wakes up scared by loud thundering noises. He goes into the boat to talk to Charlie, but Charlie, who is blind, mistakes him for the canal thief and attacks him. In self defence, Marcus hits Charlie in the head with tent pegs, killing him. After dumping Charlie's body in the river, Marcus runs off again. He decides to change his appearance and cuts off his long hair, tries to 'thicken' his facial hair by shaving in hopes it grows back darker, and adopts a more masculine posture.

As he keeps following the river's course, he runs into thirteen-years-old Gretel, who lives in a boat with her mom. Gretel grew up very isolated, having even created her own language with her mother, whom she idolatrised, despite their very volatile relationship.

"We were the kings of that place. We did whatever we wanted. You were a small deity, a quiet god. No wonder we were able to bring about what we did."

For a couple of days, Gretel visits Marcus, and they play together as she tells him about her mom, mixing the truth and tall tales (such as saying that her mom was a mermaid. Which calls to mind Infanduous, in which the MC also compares her mother to a mermaid).

"He was in love with Sarah before he even met her."

Sarah takes pity on Marcus who is all alone and tells Gretel to invite him to their boat. I think she assumes Marcus to be older than just a teenager, for she offers him cigarettes. Gretel and Sarah tell him of the Bonak, which is anything they fear. The current Bonak is a creature who lives in the river and Gretel is trying to capture it with traps. He dines with them and sets up his tent near where their boat is moored.

In chronological order, the story begins with Sarah, who, in her youth, was a party girl who liked to hook up with older man. Later, when she recounts her sexual escapades to Gretel, she mentions only one regret:

"There is one you speak about with slow regret. Younger, inexperienced, fumblingly nervous. A mistake from the start.

One day Sarah meets a fisherman named Charlie, who lives in a boathouse by the River Isis. They start dating and she moves in with him. When she's around thirty, she falls pregnant. She initially doesn't want any children, but decides to give it a chance since Charlie wants a baby. However, one day, Sarah leaves him, taking their baby girl with her.

In another town, near the river border, lives Laura and Roger, a couple who are unable to have children. One day, they find a infant by the river and decide to adopt that child. That child is Marcus, a transgender boy, who runs away at age sixteen after being told by their neighbour and friend, Fiona, that one day he would kill his father and have sex with his mother.

Marcus had been exploring his gender for a while (when he and Fiona, who is a trans woman, were alone, he would ask her to draw him a moustache and was always interested in the idea that you didn't have to identify with the gender you were assigned at birth) but had never publicly told his parents anything about it, so that may be why Laura and Roger continue to refer to him by his deadname even years later, when Gretel tells them that their child was a boy.

Anyway, after running away, Marcus begins to camp by the river shore, where he listens to the myth of the canal thief, a thief who robbed boats and killed animals during the night. He becomes very terrified of this thief and is initially cautious when he meets a blind fisherman named Charlie (yes, the same one who dated Sarah), but grows to trust Charlie and camps near his boat. Charlie tells Marcus about his daughter, who was taken away by her mother and whom he had been searching for a long time. Since Charlie is blind, he assumes Marcus to be a boy and starts calling him "son", which Marcus quite enjoys and is probably helped him realize he identified as a boy.

One night, Marcus wakes up scared by loud thundering noises. He goes into the boat to talk to Charlie, but Charlie, who is blind, mistakes him for the canal thief and attacks him. In self defence, Marcus hits Charlie in the head with tent pegs, killing him. After dumping Charlie's body in the river, Marcus runs off again. He decides to change his appearance and cuts off his long hair, tries to 'thicken' his facial hair by shaving in hopes it grows back darker, binds his breats with plastic wrap and adopts a more masculine posture.

As he keeps following the river's course, he runs into thirteen-years-old Gretel, who lives in a boat with her mom. Gretel grew up very isolated, having even created her own language with her mother, whom she idolatrised, despite their very volatile relationship.

"We were the kings of that place. We did whatever we wanted. You were a small deity, a quiet god. No wonder we were able to bring about what we did."

For a couple of days, Gretel visits Marcus, and they play together as she tells him about her mom, mixing the truth and tall tales (such as saying that her mom was a mermaid. Which calls to mind Infanduous, in which the MC also compares her mother to a mermaid).

"He was in love with Sarah before he even met her."

Sarah takes pity on Marcus who is all alone and tells Gretel to invite him to their boat. I think she assumes Marcus to be older than just a teenager, for she offers him cigarettes. Gretel and Sarah tell him of the Bonak, which is anything they fear. The current Bonak is a creature who lives in the river and Gretel is trying to capture it with traps. He dines with them and sets up his tent near where their boat is moored.

"He had never met anyone like her bofere. He felt as if maybe they were joined tgether in a way he did not understand. He wished he had never seen her; he wished he could see her every day there was left to him."

Indeed, they re connected, Marcus just doesn't knows it yet.

The next morning, Marcus accidentally catches Sarah washing naked by the river and can't take his eyes off her. She notices him staring and he runs away in shame. Sarah, however, doesn't say anything. He spends more days at the boat, Sarah teaching him how to preserve meat and how to fish. Other boats pass by warning them that there's something dangerous in the river. Marcus interest in Sarah only deepens.

"He would do whatever she asked him to. If she asked him to go under the water and never come back he would. He told himself that it was a debt of gratitute for all she'd dome but he already knew it was more than that."

One night, after Gretel has gone to sleep, Marcus and Sarah, both a little wine drunk, get closer, with him laying his head on her lap and her carresing his hair. She also asks him to search her breats for a tumor (which, as we learn from the present day narration, Sarah eventually had to have removed). She also urges him to leave, saying things are getting dangerous around the river. Marcus refuses to leave, even when, in the next day, he thinks he saw the Bonak.

"He understood it was his choice to go and that she would not tell him to. He understood - also - that he couldnt`t leave More than that: he couldn't ever leave her."

Now certain that there was something large lurking in the water, the trio makes a huge trap with the indent to catch and kill the creature.

Marcus had been staying the them for almost a month when it happens. One night, Sarah tells Gretel to sleep on the roof of the boat, because Sarah needs some alone time and she also needs to talk to Marcus in private. There's not much talking: Marcus climbs into Sarah bed, where she's naked under the blankets. She unbuttons his shirt and at first he is happy: "This is what I'm here for". But then he starts to panic thinking back to the words Fiona had told him.

He asks Sarah to stop, to slow down, but she keeps undressing him. She removes his binder and kisses his nipple. She touches him, touches herself, grinds on him and finally puts her mouth between his legs.

Not gonna lie, I didn't expect that to be what happened. The sex scene is described almost in the end of the book, after having been teased for a while. And nowhere did I see it coming that Sarah would rape Marcus. Specially because when I read reviews for the book, people were disgusted by the incest, not the rape or the pedophilia (let's be honest, even if Marcus had been 100% agreeing to the act, it would still be statutory rape).

The next day, Marcus, Sarah and Gretel set a scheadule to keep watch for the Bonak taking shifts so one would always be awake. During Marcus' shift, he hears a cage door slamming and goes to check the trap. As he swims to where it is, the sudden realzation hit hi: he has done what Fiona prophetized. Charlie and Sarah were his parents. I won't pretend to undertand how he realized it, but he did. You know the biggest sadnessall this? Chalie had found the child he had spent sixteen years looking for, but never realised it. He found his child only to attack him and be killing in self defense.

He discoveres that the cage door had been closed by the wind and goes to return to the boat, but his feet (he has a limp in the left leg) falters and he drowns, beng taken by the river to never be seen again. As he is drowning, he is certain he can see Sarah watching.

As soon as dawn comes over, Sarah moves the boat teling Gretel that Marcus would follow them shortly, only that he never knows. They leave the river for good and settle in a aparment above a horse stable. Gretel enrolls in school after having always been homeschool. She doesn't fit in, much like how Marcus never did. As she grows, she finds herself thinking of him, specially when she was kissing others.

"Somewhere in the kissing I started seeing Marcus, emerging out of the centre of their chests like he'd been waiting in there all along."

When Gretel is sixteen, Sarah tries to tell her something about Marcus, but Gretel says she doesn't wants to know. That same day, Sarah leaves and never comes back.

At first, Gretel tries to search for Sarah, but she eventually gives up. She graduates college. Becomes a lexicographer. From time to time, she calls to hospital or morgues and gives a description of Sarah, to see if Sarah wound up somewhere. One day, the description fits a body that lays unidentified in a morgue nearby.

Gretel goes to see it and discovers it's not Sarah, but she finds herself nable to stop her search just then, not when she had basically thought it had been over. Since she can't find any record of Sarah, she decides to look for Marcus. She doesn't find him, but finds a couple with the same last name living near where she lived when she had met Marcus.

She visits Roger and Laura, tell them about Marcus. They say they don't have a missing son, but that they had a daughter who fitted the desription of the limping leg. And so Gretel unveils the start of Marcus' story. She also meets Fiona, who tells her of the prophecy she had told Marcus before he ran away.

"I told her about [...] falling in love with Marcus in a childlike way, devoted, uncaring."

While she's staying in Roger's house, she gets a call from Sarah, asking her to go and get her. Gretel does back to the river where she spent her childhood and finds Sarah. Sarah is clearly not in a good state. She has lost a breast due to cancer and has missing memories, not seeming to notice that time has passed. However, she does eventually acepts that Gretel is who she says she is.

They talk and Sarah asks if Gretel remembers the first boat, the first baby. She doesn't, she hadn't been born yet, but Sarah tells her anyway. Of Charlie, of the baby she had with him, a baby they had named Gretel. A baby she had abandoned in a trash can by the river. Of how she lived alone in a boat after that, men coming and going. Until one day she found herself pregnant again. She named the new baby after the old one, which she believed to have died.

Having already heard from Roger of how he had found Marcus, Gretel puts the pieces together. She takes Sarah to her home, where Sarah deteriorated little by little. "The Cottage" sections are filled with Gretel resentment towards Sarah, but also with love. Gretel addresses her mom with an devotion that's more than filial love.

"Except, cut wrong side into my skin are not canals and tran tracks and a boat, but always: you."

"You populaed me: you ran the spirals of my thinking. I went to work, sat at the same desk every day, [...] dreamed of your mouth moving around words I could no longer hear."

Gretel takes care of Sarah and writes their story, writes what Sarah tells her, what she finds out. One day, Sarah tells her:

"I should have known when he first came . [...] There was something about him. I think I told myself it was lust, a new sort of lust, consuming. There was something familiar bout him, like Id loved him before. I should have known."

Which is sooooo GSA of her. (If you don`t know what GSA is, check it please, I promise you will like it.)

I'm not sure if Sarah knew who Marcus truly was before Gretel told her. I'm not sure how Marcus found out. Maybe he didn't knew for sure, he was just trying to make the prophecy match his actions had happened to be right. Either way, it was what it was.

One afternoon, Gretel calls for Sarah and she doesn't come. Then she finds her mother hanging from some bedsheets, having killed herself. Was it for her ever worsening mental condition? For regret over Marcus? We will never know. Gretel tries to live on the best she can to let the memory of Sarah go away.

Overall, I really liked the book. Johnson is a magnific writter (I found out she has a book called Sisters, which I need to get, because I think it will be very incestuous). The way she writes about loss and pain is beautiful. If you liked poetic books, I couldn't recommend this one more. Even if the incest isn't your cup of tea, it's still a worthy read.

[dontpetmeibite]

Ravage, how did it feel seeing Tarn perish at Megatron's hands for...literally ripping you in half? Or at least a version of you, I should say.

I know that wasn't the main reason, but I feel like it was what drove o'l Megs to go "fuckit mode" and kill Tarn like the mistake he was.

I have actually not seen that, and I don't want to. Is this the manner in which you normally ask people you've just met about their traumatic experiences?

If I put myself in the position of that Ravage, seeing that incident, I think it would piss me off, because it would have been better for me if he'd chosen to do that before I died, not after.

But I don't know. And I don't know what any of those people went through, whether it was the same as me or not. I mean that Ravage was still using he/him pronouns and maybe he liked them, maybe he was a masculine person instead of a person who didn't want all her enemies to know she was a girl until the war was over.

Here is what I do know based on what happened in my own timeline.

Megatron was subjected to a partial "personality adjustment" on Messatine. At first I didn't know that and I was pleased to see my amica finally accepting that we were not going to be able to go to Iacon and politely ask the Senate to vacate the premises and allow us to craft a functional and just government without giving a few people Rossum's three shots.

But it just kept getting worse and worse. Soundwave and I were never accused of treason or taken out and shot because Megatron loved us as people, but he also stopped listening to us when we said we thought things were going too far.

Then we had

(yes glit I borrowed your gif)

and at the end of it he went Autobot and abdicated and abandoned us and that totally aided the cause of peace because Galvatron and Soundwave coming to blows was not anything that anyone could have ever seen coming given their respective personalities, and I ended up on the Lost Light for reasons and you know.

After I left the LL, Megatron got attacked by a rogue mnemosurgeon who could fuck with people's brains without touching them and mysteriously recovered the pacifism of his early youth. Which would have been very convenient for that guy (seriously, fuck that guy) if Tailgate hadn't ruined his day by dropping a shuttle on him.

Shortly after this completely normal and unforced moral 180 Megatron tried to bash his brain into a wall and told his doctor that he'd never been happier with a huge grin on his face. Because that's not suspicious or anything.

So far as I can tell the only purpose my death served in that timeline was to make Soundwave utterly miserable (and result in him ending up with that idiot Cosmos) and make Megatron get up off his aft and blow up the guy he turned into a raving mad serial killer at least partly on purpose with antimatter. But I don't know. I didn't live that life.

Charlie, Marissa and Miko told me that this is called "refrigeration" when it happens to female human characters in stories and that if I were a fictional character they would be pretty mad about that.

My point is I'm not judging anyone here in this scenario because Trepan and Sunder both fucked with Megatron's head and in the intervening time period Megatron fucked with Glitch's head and made him into Tarn, although I do not think we can blame all of that on Megatron because the guy was the commandant of Grindcore at one time, while my brother was there, so.

Our history is enough of a sideshow in the timeline I'm actually in. Would I be glad to know I was avenged? I guess so. But on the other hand if I died because of his fucking vow of pacifism and he didn't keep it that's not exactly wonderful either. And on the third one (good thing I have four paws) maybe it's really the fault of all those needlefuckers who thought they had the right to open up his cranial vault and redecorate!

I'm not blaming a Megatron I never met for the exigencies of a situation I was never in. Megatron is my amica, Soundwave is my conjunx, Tarn did horrible things to people in my universe too, I just wasn't one of them. and it didn't happen.

My point is, you're asking me how I feel about people I don't even know that are actually NOT the people I love the most in this universe. They look and act a whole lot like those people but I have no idea if they're the kind of people they were in my own universe.

I mean I could also say "Minimus Ambus needs two whole sets of armour so that nobody catches him impersonating a vertebrate" which is a thing that I actually said in my own universe once.

But if I did say that, I would be talking about the one in my universal stream. And that would cause no end of needless offence, because there could be five different people reading this post who are also named Minimus Ambus, but none of them did any of the shady shit the Ambus brothers I knew in my own universe did.

Or maybe they did but since I don't know them I'd possibly rather not know.

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

Tearing at the Seams and Splintering Fate

by CharlieTheFroggo

Wilbur Soot wasn't meant to be here. But She wants him to live.

Thrown through the universe, Wilbur Soot admits he has bad luck when he wakes up in an alleyway with missing hearing he was about 80% he had not long ago, and memories missing that seem to come in flashes, of a life that seemed too fantastical to be real, something you'd see during a fevor dream or on drugs. When he meets those wearing the faces of the people in his memories, he kind of has to admit the memories might be real. Or he was high, who knows.

Words: 1721, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Getting thrown through space and time? Make a continuum. Easy. Even if I don't know what a continuum is.

Fandoms: Dream SMP

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Gen

Characters: Wilbur Soot, TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), Toby Smith | Tubbo, Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Phil Watson | Philza, Sam | Awesamdude, Niki | Nihachu, Alexis | Quackity, Ghostbur (Dream SMP), Narrator, Charlie Dalgleish | Slimecicle, Karl Jacobs

Relationships: Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit & Phil Watson, Ranboo & Toby Smith | Tubbo & TommyInnit, Niki | Nihachu & Wilbur Soot, Alexis | Quackity & Wilbur Soot

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Superheroes/Superpowers, Villain Wilbur Soot, Dimension Travel, I fought canon in a Walmart Parking Lot for lose plot points, Wilbur gets yeeted into superhero Au, what will he do, The Author Regrets Nothing, I procrastinated homework for this, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Platonic Relationships, Inspired by The Incredibles "Where is my supersuit?" Scene, Vigilante TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Former Villain Phil Watson | Philza, Phil Watson | Philza Has a Gun, Hero Phil Watson (Video Blogging RPF), It's Not Paranoia If They're Really Out To Get You, Guns are super easy to get, America-Freeform, Vigilante Toby Smith | Tubbo, Hero Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), Former Villain Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Hero Sam | Awesamdude, Temporary Amnesia, Deaf Wilbur Soot, Wilbur Soot and Technoblade and TommyInnit are Siblings, But not in the superhero world, In the superhero world he is some guy that they adopt, Restaurants, Frequent use of italics, He/Him and They/Them Pronouns for Ranboo (Video Blogging RPF), It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, specifically the level of formality in my writing], Unbetad we die like Kenny, Eventual Crack, Wilbur Soot-centric, I will arrange the tags eventually, BAMF Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Rated T for TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), And violence, ye, Unreliable Narrator, Don't rely on me for anything, Panic Attacks, Technoblade has wandering eyes, Implied/Referenced Character Death, BAMF Charlie Dalgleish | Slimecicle

[goobie-goo]

im gonna send the character cast rq uhhmm ye

resistance

dallas (you know this guy!!! this dude!!!)

Alibi - The Jester/“Zinnia”. all pronouns. literally,, when i was thinking of the identities to give xym, i just wrote down “whoops! all gender” and i think that says a lot about rot. trans, nonbinary, pangender, pansexual, asexual, panromantic. AuDHD (autism + ADHD).

heavily implied to be in a relationship with dallas during walls arc and up to their death in the wilds arc. its all i think about. however idk how to define it. idk if theyd be in a queer-platonic relationship (which is the only one i’d give bc im projecting onto dallas and dallas is the same flavor of aroace i am). i also feel like they wouldnt use a label. theyd just be like “we are best friends. we would live for each other. we would die for each other.” maybe some kind of alterous attraction but i wouldnt know— im quoiromantic/nebularomantic (aromantic microlabels). so since i cant think of it, its just gonna be like unlabeled but Its There and its FUCKING OBVIOUS LMAO (it gets worse when i imagine the scene of: alibi bleeding out in dallas’ arms as they scream for a medic among the screaming crowd, trying not to get trappled by people scrambling for safety from the royal forces. dallas is applying pressure to the wound like skip told them. why isn’t it working? why is it not working—?!) (dallas just turned 16 two months ago. alibi was only 3 months older.)

they wouldnt actually have their title of The Jester unless i tweak some things bc those titles are from the rebellion arc, which alibi had already died and wouldnt be there for. the flower titles do have meanings though. theyre from my floriography book, i can pull it out and share if you like?

it’s legal name is charlemane, but they actually don’t mind it. dallas would call them charlie in serious moments.

Asmodae - The Shield/“Cypress”. legal name: raelynn marie hellings. she/her. cis, lesbian. autism.

largely inspired by astrid from HTTYD! the badass-ness!! the take no shit!! the snark!!! while still being kind!! aaHHABAHHS! now that i think about it, also a lil bit of natasha vibes.

they are always down to fight and WILL fuck you up. they are the protector. they are the one to confront the bully and be like “what did you say about my sibling?!”

Juno - The Dahlia. legal name: june absidee goldborne. they/she/fae. genderfae. idk their romantic + sexual orientation actually— i didnt think about it. autistic *vine boom* adhd *vine boom* anxiety *3 fast vine booms*. hispanic— one parent is something similar to mexican except mexico doesnt exist in this fictional world. i dont have a world map made. the walled-in city doesnt even have a name 😭 has either/both POTS or EDS (cant decide). uses forearm crutches and sometimes a wheelchair!

hella good sniper. the long range fighter of the group. fae is very sweet and hyper-empathetic. instead of being shy, they’re just awkward (relatable)

she’s also known as The Black Dahlia. can unassemble and reassemble a gun in *really fast time idk i dont touch guns*. mercenaries wish they were as good as them when it came to guns.

Skip - “Clematis”. legal name: silas (no last name made). he/him. cis, bisexual. autistic.

THE OLDER BROTHER YOU WISH YOU HAD. THAT I WISH I HAD. AUGH. (RIP skip actually imagine getting tortured— huh what? did i say something? :3)

he jokes around a lot, hes snarky, hes sassy, hes sarcastic, hes caring, hes protective, hes— *chokes on air*

hes the one that gave dallas the name/title striker. hes the adult that believed in dallas (older by like,, 7 or so years i think)

The Family/The Eyes

dallas!!! wooah!!

Aji (ahgee - ă-jē) - The Apogee. any pronouns. literally agender. panromantic asexual. AuDHD.

it normally takes the form of a human teenager or child. xey are older than one could imagine, as they were created when the first world came to fruition.

many actually have a betting pool on how old she is. none of them are winning.

he is very parental tbh -> “no. no, aji. we can’t take in another kid.” “BUT LOOOOKKKKK! THEY WERE ABANDONED AS A SACRIFICE TO THEIR MORTAL GODS— CMONNNNN PLEASEEEE *puppy dog eyes*” “ugh fineeeee”

seraphina! nicknamed sheriff by dallas (seraph said weird). she/they. panromantic lesbians.

as i mentioned, their backstory is dallas’ OG one— er,, a few details of it.

backstory ->

she was like. an amalgamation tbh. mostly human but has enough elf genes to perform minor spells. but then was kidnapped and was experimented on and grew wings when she was still alive. (they stuck into her death and then her ascension where she grew a total of 6 wings. thats the common wing amount for those in The Syzygy.)

there was a trafficking ring for people who were experimented on. she was one of the only older kids in the ring (that survived) so they were babysitting and im :[[[ aWHg my heart

she was sold to a wealthy rich man. the angel from original poem. the angel that saved them is Apogee? probably. or one of the Five. (these are the details from the poem) (since writing the notes ive decided its most likely aji or dallas)

Memphis. they/she/he/it. agender + pansexual. AUTISMM BRR BRR BRRR where da hoes at (/ref)

no backstory or anything theyre still new but OhhOho My goD tehyre. zjsnsjsnntheyre so pretyt theyr Hot- theyre AHHWHSB /p.

RAHHHHHHHHH

these guys look SOO COOL!!!!!!! i want to befriend tgem ALL……….. im obsessed with aji’s design :000000

i want to give them all a big ol hug

[thermelalters]

🌀📖⋆ 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐥 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨 ⋆🏩🧃

Welcome to our blog random people on the internet and thank you for reading the intro post, here you will find the important information about what this blog's about

This blog is runned by 4 alters who share source and are a family, yes we're introjects! Octives to be more exact

We were thinking about doing our own blogs, but after some discussion we ended up deciding to do a shared blog, the four of us are gonna use it as a personal blog living our sign-off or name at the end of each post and in the tags for order reasons

Please read the rest of the intro before interacting

Don't expect a specific and static topic regarding our posts, is gonna be what we feel like posting or reblogging, very chaotic for a chaotic family haha!

Some posts are gonna be in spanish, we're bilingual and can speak both english and spanish, sometimes we'll feel to make a spanish post more than a english one... Yeah, expect both languages

Also, if you want to know what a specific post in spanish means you can comment and the one who made it is gonna translate it for you in comments

As we said, we're fictives and have vivid memories of our source, mostly...- So we might talk about our sources here too! We expect people to not understand it or know about them because our sources are a very private story, but you're free to ask about our source without a problem

Although only one of us is chatty you can ask us things, send us messages/submissions and we're gladly gonna answer them, feel free to interact and make it like a little cool space with friends!

For order reasons we're gonna use special tags to divide our posts and have more order, for us and for anyone who is seeing our blog, we're gonna be updating the "Tags masterlist" (You'll find it in another post we're gonna do) everytime we add a new tag, so please be sure to check it

Though we're four one of us might not be that active, they have the front kinda forbidden for they own protection, so it's mostly three alters here, but we didn't want to exclude them so if they front this blog's also for them!!!

This blog would contain some NSFW topics and mentions, this isn't a NSFW blog, but is going to contain some posts like that, ofc we're gonna put the appropriate tags so I recommend filtering tags like #TW NSFW and #CW NSFW mention to be safe and don't see that kind of content, we wouldn't safe this is a unsafe blog, but neither a safe one, be cautious when interacting and seeing it

Idk what else to say for this part... If we need to add something else we're gonna edit and say it

About the owners!

Calbriet, any pronoun you can image but have a he/him preference (use others besides he/him PLEASE I BEG YOU), sign off:💅🏩

Linomiz, She/Ellh/Hg with preference to Hg pronoun (except when I'm talking in spanish, in that case would be ellh), sign off: 🌀🛡

Charlie, He/Him, sign off: 🐟📖

Igley, They/Them, sign off: 🧃🍨

Linomiz, She/Her, sign off: 👑🐾

Linomiz has a container subsystem, but because is rare for them to switch we're not gonna add they're subsys alters here. If they present themselves we're gonna add them in a separate list below here!

Boundaries are very simple, we're open to a lot of talks and interaction

But please try to not bring syscourse here, we don't like entering in syscourse topics... Ofc we're gonna talk about it in some cases, but we don't want syscourse here

Be sure that if you're going to do jokes and comments that are NSFW or dark are done to the correct alter, some of us don't like that kind of comments, be sure to check the personal

Hate comments/asks or things related probably gonna be post with one of us making fun of it, don't do it or cope with it

DNI:

Endos & pro endos (Sorry not sorry, we just don't feel comfortable around them)

Radical anti endos (Yeah, we also don't want some anti endos here, they might get so fucking mean /neg)

Fetichize and sexualize introjects

Force source separation or think that don't source separating/detaching is anti-recovery

Anti therian/otherkin

TransID of any kind, sorry not sorry lol

Radqueers and TERFS, both of you

Basic DNI

Might do a better DNI later, idk

Userboxes

This ones are temporal, our host is making better and more personalized userboxes for the blog, just imagine they say "This group of alters" instead of user/alter/system till we finish the final userboxes, ok?