#you're supposed to be in charge of spooks after all!

[monimccoythings]

A Little Break

Look, out of all the ways I expected my week to go, falling in love with the cocept of a sentient ball of Play-Doh that was made of three different children who were experimented on, that carries the weight of the world on his shoulders and has severe trauma and inferiority complex wasn't on my list. Doey was a great and tragic character, It's been very long since I've last seen some good and complex character. He deserved way better and we were robbed. Out of all the chapters to have different endings depending on your choices, this was the one that should have had that option. I really hope they bring him back if not for Chapter five, for the movie.

I just really had to write something for him, I couldn't get it out of my head. Reader is as gender neutral and as poc friendly as possible, can be interpreted as either platonic or romantic, whatever you wish.

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It had all happened so fast. One moment Doey was there, right in front of you, being his cheery and goofy self, and the other he was groaning in pain as the freezing agents completely reduced his body to a giant block of ice.

Panic flowed through your mind. What had just happened!!??? Did he die??? What were going to tell to the inhabitants of Safe Haven?? Dread filled you at the thought of the Safe Heaven's protector having perished. Your brain went overdrive, brainstorming thousands of ideas to get yourselves out of this predictment.

And then you saw it. Old, heavy and metallic, a valve. Not thinking twice, you aimed your grabpack towards it.

The plastic hand attached itself to the valve with surprising ease, given that by that point it was a bit worse for the wear.

With great effort, the rusty valve, turned with a loud creak that resonated among the empty halls of that prison/laboratory.

"Hurts! HURTS HURTS HURTS!" The giant doughman lamented, panting heavily while doubling over. Your heart ached with sympathy. Slowly, you approached him as if the half a ton super strong and shapeshifting monster was some sort of scared little animal.

"Hey, are you okay?" You asked tentatively

"Yeah, yeah, just a nasty spook." It didn't sound very convincing, that freezing agent must had really done a number on him.

"Here, let's sit down for a bit, okay?." You encouraged, grabbing his massive hand with both of yours, ignoring his insistent reassurances that he was fine.

"I SAD I'M FINE." His free hand slammed against the brick wall, leaving a huge crater in the shape of his handprint, a harsh reminder that this creature in front of you wasn't really human, not anymore, and could easily tear you limb from limb with ease if he desired so. You thought you caught a glimpse of sharp red fangs in his usually empty mouth.

It felt like walking on eggshells, you had to measure very carefully your next words, as the usually goofy and kindhearted Doey seemed to be at his wits' end. Yet you couldn't just stand there and move to the next room as if nothing had happened and leave him to deal with his pain alone.

"No, you're not." You tried to keep yourself calm and composed, despite the persistent feeling of terror at his sudden outburst. "You're hurting, you can't keep going on like this. You need to rest."

"I. Can't. They are all depending on me, and time is not on our side. We need to end this now." His words were bitter, sharp, but they didn't have the dangerous edge they had before. That was good, you supposed.

"Please, I know that you carry a heavy burden on your shoulders, but I'd feel more at ease if we took a rest. Just a couple of minutes. Please." You knew it was wrong to take advantage of his Atlas complex and pathological need to take care of those at his charge to manipulate him into doing your bidding, but he needed to rest, no, he deserved to rest, and more so after that very painful experience.

He scrunched his eyes, having some sort of internal fight, before he finally relented with a long suffering sigh.

"Okay, but just a couple of minutes, nothing more."

Dragging his feet like a petulant child, he dropped to the floor, arms crossed, making the floor tremble slightly. You quietly followed and sat close to him, but still keeping some distance, just in case he decided to explode again. Even then, you could feel the coldness emanating from his skin as a result of the ice that had comoletely engulfed him merely seconds ago.

"You're cold." You stated.

"It'll pass." He tried to act nonchalantly, to rest importance to his own suffering, but the wince he let out while changed positions betrayed him.

You quickly disposed of your grabpack, possibly the only protection you had in this place, and quickly made work of your jacket and outershirt.

"Wha- what are you doing-"

"Shhh" You shushed him, drapping your pieces of clothing over his large frame, they looked comically tiny on him, like a baby blanket on a full grown adult. Still, you hoped they'd do the trick. "You said we don't have time to waste, maybe this will help you warm up faster."

He stood silent for a moment, his oval beady eyes made it impossible for you to know what crossed his mind.

"Oh... thank you..." You could tell he wasn't used to this, not being the caregiver. Having been used for so long to put everybody else's needs over his own it now felt awkward to suddenly be offered some comfort. Doey wasn't sure how to properly react to that aside from the obvious words of appreciation.

The two of you just sat in silence for the rest of your 'pause', afraid that if any of you spoke it would break that peaceful moment and bring you back into the harsh reality.

Doey had to reluctantly agree with Poppy on something.

You were truly special.

[sulumuns-dootah]

Can I request headcanons for Belphegor, Astaroth, Bimet, Sitri, Zagan, and Belial reacting to gn crush accidentally confessing to him please?

Accidentaly confessing your crush to WHB demons II.

⟡ Masterlist ⟡ 

Characters: Belphegor, Astaroth, Sitri, Zagan, Belial, Bimet

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Oh, his eyes OPEN

Like, waddya mean?

Actually, nevermind... Belphegor is too tired to listen to your explanation, let's just skip to the part where you two fuck or watch anime when he's not sleeping

And as the partner to the king, you're expected to take on most of his duties, which is great

Congratulations, you're now the officially unofficial ruler of Nifleheim alongside Beleth

       ༺☆༻

Astaroth pierces you for a while with his pitch-black eyes, without a change in his expression

"My, how sweetly that sounded, but please, take it again from the top and with more feeling this time."

Gives you a chance to voice your confession intentionally and word it much better this time

If you get flustered and start tripping over your words, he only chuckles and helps you find the right ones

       ༺☆༻

"Y/N?"

Sitri looks a bit spooked, conflicted even

He does like you a lot, but... Solomon

As you start frantically apologising, he sets his tea down and sits right next to you

"Y-your heart... I've never heard it beat like this before..."

Aw, he's blushing

Sitri tells himself that there's no harm in pursuing a relationship with you if you keep it a secret from Solomon

       ༺☆༻

Zagan's head snaps in your direction and the speed of his reps slightly slows

He's quiet, waiting for you to say something more

When you hide your face in your hands from embarassment, he's quick to set the weights aside and approach you, pulling your hands away

"Do you mean that?"

It's like the two of you switched and now you're the non-verbal one

So you just nod and he pulls you in for a sweaty hug

       ༺☆༻

You can hear an audible gasp

Not from Belial, but from Jiyu

That's kinda unexpected, since the small red lump is supposed to be the one with the ability to read minds

Instead, it's Belial who looks like he knew all along

Perk of having bangs covering your eyes no. 1 is that nobody can see where you're looking

So all those longing stares from your side don't go as unnnoticed as you thought

       ༺☆༻

The outcome of this situation purely depends on how high in Bimet's eyes you stand

If he's just tolerating you because Mammon likes keeping you around, you'll only get an annoyed eyeroll and a scoff before he's charging out of the room

If he sees you as an equal, he'll be a bit suspicious that you might be only after his money, but will give you the benefit of the doubt, so if you can show him you're in it for him, he'll eventually come around

Now if he sees you as higher than him, hell even equal to Mammon, he's on his knees worshipping you within seconds

Just don't make him choose between you and Mammon, or his brain will bluescreen

[supernatural-bias]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭

↳ warning: supernatural elements

↳ notes: requested by anonymous. was going to be headcanons but ended up turning into a one shot. enjoy

↳ song: ghostbusters—ray parker jr.

masterlist | commisions | carrd

This really wasn't supposed to happen.

It was supposed to be a simple job. One of the easier ones you all had gotten hired to do all month. That's what Ray had said to you as you zipped up the front of your uniform in the firehouse, and you believed him.

A customer had called in last week, sounding out of breath as they complained of a room in their house that always felt cold when they walked into it. You could practically smell the incense through the phone, and your suspicions were confirmed when you later stepped into their house.

After Peter had sarcastically made sure it wasn't just a problem with their AC unit, Janine penciled them in for an inspection a few days later, and that was that. You and the rest of the Ghostbusters went to the nearby Chinese restaurant that night and forgot all about it.

Now, you were hiding behind an overturned table as an apparition whizzed over your heads, shrieking in a language none of you could decipher.

"I thought you said this was a class one spook!" You shouted at Egon as he fumbled with a trap nearby. He shot you an irritated look through the rims of his glasses, as if to say 'what am I supposed to do', before going back to tinkering with the trap in his hand.

"Someone's gotta get out there and distract it!" Peter yelled over the noise of plates being smashes. You winced, imagining that the client wouldn't be too happy to hear that their kitchen was ransacked during the procedure. If you could even call it a procedure.

"Ray! You're up!" Winston called from his place next to you, shoving his coworker out of the hiding spot just a little.

"No way! It was my turn last time!" Ray griped. As he said that, a stray fork flew by his head, nearly missing the side of his face as he yelped and ducked further under the tables cover.

"I'll do it." You volunteered whilst reaching for the proton pack at your back. You were sure that if you looked over at that moment, you'd see Ray sending you the most grateful look you'd ever seen.

The others waited for Egon to finish preparing the trap, Peter mostly yelling at him to hurry up, as you rose from your place on the tiled kitchen floor.

The ghost turned to look at you as you let out a wolf whistle. It's hair floated wildly around its head like a crown of thorns, and you heard one of the guys from behind you gulp with difficulty.

"Hey Casper!" You grinned with what you hoped was a considerable amount of bravado. "Why don't you don't you pick on someone your own size?"

You wouldn't remember falling onto your back after the ghost charged straight at you. Nor would you remember how it slimed down into a fine mist, slipping into your mouth with a hissing noise. Bruises covering your spine would leave the evidence of a fall later on, but that was the only sign that anything had happened.

The boys watched as your eyes rolled back to reveal a milky white gaze. Peter nearly dropped the nozzle to his proton pack as you began to levitate; your chest rising and falling at a rapid rate. For a minute, it reminded him of when Gozer had possessed Dana. Although, you were his friend, not fiancé, and wearing a jumpsuit instead of a dress.

"Uh guys?"

"I'm seeing it, Winston." Ray replied without taking his eyes off of you. Wind began to pick up in the house, blowing his hair to the side as he watched you with wide eyes.

"Egon!" Peter yelled over the noise. "The trap??"

"Done!" He finally announced. "Someone hold them down!" The scientist shouted, forehead beaded with sweat as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. He stood up with shaking hands, nearly dropping the trap as he stepped around the table and towards you.

Ray and Winston both grabbed your arms and legs, pulling you down from your spot in the air with a considerable amount of force. Peter attempted to push you by your chest, but was headbutted by the ghost and sent flying backwards. You, or rather the ghost occupying you, made a sound between a cackle and a scream.

"I've never wanted to punch a ghost more than I do now." Peter groaned from the floor as he hauled himself back up. He'd have to get Dana to check him for a concussion later.

"I need a stream, Venkman!" Egon stepped away from the Muon trap as if it was a live bomb. "Ray, Winston, on our count let go of them and duck!"

"Don't have to tell me twice!" Winston said as he avoided yet another kick from your boot.

The sound of an engine powering up filled the room as Peter and Egon switched on their packs, directing the end of their nozzles at you. The two men glanced at each other nervously and Egon's foot hovered over the traps pedal anxiously. You just continued to flail.

"You sure this won't hurt them?!" Ray yelled. He brought his head back a significant amount as the ghost inside of you attempted to bite at him.

"No idea!" Egon fumbled. His glasses were nearly flying off of his face with the wind, but he pushed on. "Now, Peter!"

Ray and Winston made a dive for it as two multicolored streams encased you in a bright light. The spirit inside howled with discomfort, kicking its legs in an attempt to escape.

Without warning, Egon stepped on the trap, releasing a beam that shot into the air and struck the ceiling. He knew from experience that there would be a faint singe mark left on it later, but that was the least of anyone's concerns. The client would just have to deal with it.

Taking careful measure not to bump your body into any stray debris, they guided the spirit closer and closer to the trap until its form began to separate from yours. The horrible sucking noise it made nearly coerced Egon to drop his gun to cover his ears.

One moment, you were floating in the air, speaking tongues and way too close to a piece of dangerous machinery. The next, you were laying in a pile of broken china plates as your eyes rolled back into place.

"Hey. Hey, bud, come back to us." Peter said, slapping your cheek slightly to bring you back down to earth. He had been the first to drop to the ground next to you, lifting your head up to make sure nothing had scraped it in the fall.

Ray came next from his hiding spot behind a now splintered chair, then Winston's wide eyed form, and finally Egon holding a smoking trap.

"Vitals appear to be steady." Ray said. He pulled his fingers away from the spot on your neck he had been checking, looking at the rest of them. He sighed like a ten pound weight had been lifted off his chest.

"You worry too much Stanz." Peter said, jesting. But his usual playful tone was dampened, and he didn't look up until you groaned.

"Did anyone catch the number of that bus that ran me over?" You hissed, shielding your eyes from a nonexistent bright light.

Silence.

Winston broke out into laughter first, with the rest following suit. Egon smiled as Peter giggled, and Ray was practically rolling on the floor.

"Trauma response." Egon said between baritone chuckles, only able to get one word out at a time. "Surprised this is the first time we're having one."

"Do I even have to ask what happened?" You said while pushing yourself up on your forearms. Winston just shook his head at you, and slapped you on the back.

"We'll tell you back at the firehouse, kid." He said with a shake of his head. You frowned at the nickname, but eventually let a smile crack.

The five of you sat in each other presence for a little bit, letting the laughter die down as the mood came to a stop.

"So—" Peter cleared his throat.

"—who wants to be the one that talks to the client?"

You were left sitting on the floor as they all scrambled to get out, surrounded by broken glass.

"Assholes."

[blackbloodteeth]

She finds herself at that shore again. Pitch-black seas, pitch-black skies, and lifeless white sand stained by the tides. And at the top of the grey, dim cliffside: A lighthouse. The only thing bringing any sort of light to this nightmare she can never escape from every night.

She's always been afraid of the sea. The bottomless water, how easily you can be swept away without any solid ground beneath your feet, only to drown once it pulls you under. This nightmare was no different. She always stays far, far from the water.

Maka lets out a long, drawn-out sigh drowned out by the waves as she pulls her bottom lip out from her teeth. Some nights she paces along the sand, most she stands and waits for it to be over, but tonight… she watches the lighthouse. This time, she's going to find an end to all this. Maybe she just needs to know what's up there.

Squaring her shoulders, a firm grip at the edges of her clothes – the only color here – and the marching drum of her heart leading the charge, she trudges up the grit gently sinking beneath her soles up to the path leading towards the cliff. It's more like gravel, then dirt with equally sullen plants just getting by on the way to the home that sits beneath the lighthouse. So much focus goes on getting there that it takes an eternity and none at all to finally find herself at that entrance now. Her shoulders tremble.

How silly it is to fear the sea at the door, as if it'll leap out at her the moment she dares to disturb the norm. But it could happen, couldn't it? It's a nightmare after all… Her nightmare… so she might as well take back what's hers.

Her hands still shiver, though. The handle of the door is cool despite there never being any breeze – It was never freezing here, per say, just how one would imagine a void if describing it artistically, she supposes. Well, better get on with it, then.

Twisting the handle like a knife in her own back, the door bursts open to reveal a rather plain and unassuming interior – All greys, like concrete if it decided to be creative enough to lead up into a spiral staircase and nothing more. Her heart's beating faster than ever at the top curving out of sight. There's still a chance for water to flood in at any moment.

How long has she been waiting at the bottom before she impulsively sets her foot on the first step? It doesn't matter, she decides, since if she stops to think on it she'll instantly kill the momentum of the climb. Just one foot up a step, the other following, without thinking about it – Just focus on the top. Anything could be up there now, even more than water.

It isn't until she finds herself at the hatch closing her off does she think about how she's at the end of the lighthouse. Or maybe the start, if this is much more like a usual nightmare. She's never been more intimidated by an entrance and-or exit in her entire life. She's never been one to enjoy being intimidated.

The hatch – surprisingly not locked in the slightest – slams open to the side, startling both her and the man inside that jumps up, gawking wide-eyed at her. He then… smiles? Grins? Oh, he has… sharp teeth…

"Well shoot, you actually came here!" Maka sends him only her wary assessment – A man possibly around her age, except for the fact that he dressed like an old sailor and had the whitest hair she'd ever seen, along with the reddest eyes she'd ever seen to boot. Maka sends him a very wary assessment when he tips his hat up at her.

"Sorry, I would've come down to meet ya myself, but you didn't look too talkative and ya would've prob'ly vanished by the time I got down there." There's something almost approachable about the way he laughs in spite of the gravel in his voice, head tilted to the side after he readjusts his cap. "Also I s'pect I was right that I would've just spooked ya good out there – Ain't gonna hurt ya here, by the way. The light protects, and you're free to come in however ya like."

Eventually she pulls her suspicions away from the open gesture of his arm, and easily finds herself lost in awe at the cozy abode that was somehow bigger than she would've expected: It's less of a room and more of a small home, with little knickknacks strewn about like strange seashells and lines of strung-up shark teeth along the encompassing windows, and a makeshift bed nested with different kinds of blankets that were more patched up than not.

But what really holds her eye was what was taking up the center point of the lighthouse – Inside a large glass bulb was a giant firefly, constantly keeping its rear-end lit as the covered backside of the bulb spun around it. This is the light shining through the gloom of the nightmare, she realizes; She's never seen a lighthouse before, not one from the inside, anyway, and it's just like how she would've picture it if she had to imagine it.

It also starts to dawn on her that this is the only other place with color, even in the dark blue of the weird man's coat while he… He's grinning at her again. "See you're takin' a shining to here already."

"Sure you're not just going to eat me like one of those 'moth to a flame'-type situations," Maka scowls while crossing her arms, trying desperately to ignore that she had apparently already taken a good step inside.

"First of all: Ouch. Second of all, that's bad manners." The shark-toothed man drops the armful of extra blankets he picked up right next to the bed, fluffing them up while giving her at least a convincing smile. "Not much but it's somethin' case you wanna rest your feet – Name's Soul, by the way."

Her brow scrunches as he- "Yes that's my name. If I had to lie, it wouldn't be 'bout that."

The eyebrows raise. "What would you lie about, then?"

"This question."

Their stares remain locked, neither willing to budge under the scrutiny of the other for that world's longest moment until eventually she lets him have this one, deciding to keep her own victories by seating down with her arms still crossed onto the blanket pile as she pleases, very much trying to ignore the smug look on Soul's face as he slumps down beside her. The light makes a few rotations before she mutters, cutting him off from rekindling the conversation. "Name's Maka…"

Now it's her turn to roll her eyes when his face mirrors the one she made at his name. "Yes," she says with added oomph, "that's my real name. If I had to lie, it would be about that."

A laugh barks out from his hat as he sets it in the lap of his crisscrossed legs.

"Wasn't gonna ask, just wasn't what I was expecting – Before you ask that 'well what were you expecting', I didn't have anythin' in mind, just that it somehow fits."

Another round of judgement looks him – and his uneven smirk – up and down, finally deeming fit to cut him enough slack to rest her arms over her knees and begin getting right to it.

"So, are you a part of the nightmare?"

Soul's smile fades, but not completely. Just a curious little look that he shrugs off. "You could say somethin' like that; ain't born here though."

His thumb runs along the seam of the cap until he watches the firefly's glow pass above them, smiling again. "You prob'ly have a million 'n' one questions, so I'll just start with sayin' that me and him both aren't from here. He's been searchin' for his soulmate, and I don't want to just leave him here by himself."

Her glance drifts between the firefly and the light reflecting from his eyes.

"So you're someone like me from the real world?"

"I dunno if I remember how to wake up at this point…" Soul's mutter falls from his sigh before it fully disappears, another grin quickly taking its place. "Ain't often I get visitors like you though. You can talk my ear off 'bout anythin' you want, even those questions I see ya got all over your face."

An indignant balk of her head scrunches her glare up at him before huffing away, head held high and unyielding. "Sucks to be you that your visitor is me; I'll ask as many questions as I want until you're sick of it."

Even from the corner of her eye she can see that insufferable grin more clearly than the light, how he tosses his hat to the side, snickering. Challenge thoroughly accepted. "Fine by me – Hit me."

[daydreamingnightscreaming]

October Prompt #8 - Umbrellas

Stepping out on the porch, I breathed in the smell of wet grass and dirt, thunder roaring and lighting flickering. Such a beautiful morning. Though I should still be asleep, I couldn't resist spending my wake up time sitting out here with my coffee. My pups followed me out and sat close to me on our porch couch. I lit a cigarette and hummed. Such peace, too bad for the pups no walks this morning. After a couple sips of my coffee, I realized today was going to be dark. The clouds were heavy and there was no way the sun was going to penetrate them. I made a mental note in my head of everything I was going to need for the day.

Umbrella, boots, check the emergency generator, and make sure there are batteries for the flash lights.

Lightning flashed and for a second I saw the silhouette of a figure standing across the road with an umbrella. I stared in that spot and when lightning hit again, it was gone. Ah, just a trick of the lights flashing I suppose.

Once I finished my coffee, I stepped inside and started getting ready for the day. Luckily, I had no work today but there were errands I needed to run. So, no need to dress nicely, I put on my sweat pants, boots, matching sweat shirt, and my rain jacket. I walked around the house while tying my hair up and checked all the flash lights.

"Dammit, I need batteries", I sighed.

I added some things to my list and grabbed my umbrella. Made some mental notes and kissed the pups, "Tina, you're in charge," I pointed at my eldest pup, "Reagan, behave please," I pointed at my youngest. I locked the door behind me and headed to the car. About 10 minutes down the road the lightning struck again and I was met with the figure again, standing in the road. I slammed on my brakes and almost lost control. I panted, heart beating out of my chest, I took a breath. Lightning struck again, nothing. It has to be in my head.

Luckily the shops I needed to go were all lined up on the same lot so hopefully this would make this easy. I got out, popped open my umbrella and made my way to my first stop. In the corner of my eye throughout my shopping trip, I kept seeing that figure with the umbrella. I must have myself spooked. I hurried up and got home as soon as I could. I ran up the steps and as I was fiddling with the door knob another flash happened. In the reflection of my glass of the door I saw the figure behind me. This time I held my breath. Another flash. It was still there.

I quickly turned around to find nobody around. I ran inside as quickly as I could and locked the door behind me. The pups jumped up and cried from excitement that I was home. I put the things I had bought away, reset the batteries to the flashlights, and decided I just needed to relax. Once I sat on the couch, the lights flickers and clicked off.

Dead silence.

"Fuck" I whispered to myself. I didn't check the generator! I mentally slapped myself and grabbed a flash light. Opening the hall closet, where the generator was, I flicked it on and off.

Nothing.

"Ah, shit"

After messing with it for a bit I looked over at the pups, "Looks like we're in the dark for now."

Both of them huffed.

"Yeah, I know."

We found our way on the porch again and I tried relaxing, tried enjoying the weather. It was now late afternoon and it still looked like it did this morning. No sun at all, the rain didn't let up once. The sky was definitely angry today.

Some lightning flashed and there was the figure again, this time, in front of the porch. I jumped, the dogs growled, and I sat there frozen.

what the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck!?

I was shaking, I couldn't move, I was so scared. I didn't want to know what this thing was. I finally found the courage to stand up and right before I could reach the door..

flash.

There it was again in my face, but this time, it moved. It's hand wrapped around my throat and I couldn't breathe. I was able to reach my hand up with the flashlight and shined it on the figure. That's when I saw it's face for the first time. If I could have screamed, the whole damn town would have heard it. It's face was nothing I had ever seen before. It's flesh was black and bloody, hanging off of it's skull, one eye was gone and the other was hanging out of it's socket, it smelled disgustingly of a dead cat that had been sitting in the sun for a week mixed with dog shit. I tried to move but I couldn't, I couldn't hear anything, the ringing in my ears just kept getting louder and louder. Where were my dogs? That's when I noticed I couldn't even touch the ground, this thing was holding me up by one hand!

That's when everything went black.

Crunch.

Thud.

Lightning flashed, my body lied there limp, neck twisted 180 degrees, dead.

[victorluvsalice]

The keg stand ended up fulfilling the main goal of the party -- empty the keg -- so with that done, it was just a matter of keeping everyone happy and entertained until the timer ran out! Most of the guests spent their remaining time crowded around the radio boogieing, but Smiler ended up pulling out Cameron -- who was the only one who wasn’t their good friend yet -- for a game of ping-pong on the new table (Smiler won) and -- after some chatting -- a quick drink. This got them up to Good Friends status -- AND got Smiler a couple more power points! Realizing they had enough to buy something else, I promptly slapped on Supernatural Speed. :D Now they can both fly AND nyoom places! Handy.

The party ended shortly after that, at Gold level, woo! Smiler cleaned up and sold their spare keg while the departing guests all took a moment to watch Alice scavenging the ground and go “wtf you doing you weirdo.” XD Look, she’s gotta level up her werewolf powers somehow! Not finding anything good, she took a moment to feed the chickens --

And then I spotted someone in a NAP inspector outfit on the front porch, and had Alice go over for a suspicious sniff. Turns out they were there to see if the family was in compliance with the “Clean Energy” NAP that had just passed -- since the gang has a whole wind turbine farm AND a load of water collectors, they passed the inspection easily, and can expect a nice discount on future bills, w00. :D Pleased, Alice went back to getting her paint on (ignoring the specters and the other person at the door -- forget who that was, but she left a short time later).

Victor, meanwhile, after having a nap to get his energy back up, decided he need to level up his Medium skill! So, while Smiler weeded and water their Sixam Mosquito Trap plant Snappy, hung up their graduation portrait and diploma, and did some dark meditation, Victor tried to commune with the dead! It seemed to go well enough -- the lights flickered spookily, and Victor got a message from a ghost who MIGHT be his great-great-grandfather -- but even if he isn’t, he’s pulling for Victor --

But then, just as it was time for Smiler to leave for work again, we got another pop-up saying SHE’S HERE. Guidry appeared moments later to warn Victor that another ghost was on the way, and she was not friendly --

And indeed, moments later, TEMPERANCE appeared on the property! Welp, THAT’S not good, is it? We can’t have her causing chaos all over the shop!

[go-river-flows]

Sweet Visions of a flower

Summary: Syulang (OC), an orphaned girl after the destruction of Hometree. She is constanly reminded of this by her amputated left leg and constantly dreams of her deep trauma. Even when she gets adopted by Toruk Makto and his wife, who she resented for over six years before forgiving him.

Part 6 or ?

  Jake and the group of warriors stripped everything off the demons, their weapons, knives, their strange talking box (a communicator, according to Jake), even their tactical vests and eye coverings off two of the demons. Binding their arms and legs together.

“Yes, everything is okay. No, she’s not hurt. Everyone is fine, no one got injured except me,” Jake spoke into his communicator, definitely to the family. I was patching Sempul’s bullet wound as the demon with strange shaved hair stared at me. Once Jake had finished talking to the family, he finally turned to me.

“I'm going to have a talk with you later,” he said in a harsh tone, “You're still injured and I didn't want you to fight,” it was similar to what he said in my vision.

  It was dark now, as the eclipse had arrived. The forest lighting up in bioluminescence. A few of the demons looked around in awe, taking in the glowing flora.

“Let's go to plan B,” Jake announced. I looked at him unsure of what he was talking about. The warriors called for their ikrans, pulling the demons from the ground, dragging them to the warriors' respective ikrans.

The demon, named ‘Quaritch’ in front of us finally spoke up, “How d’ya know we were gonna be here?” He glared angrily at Jake. Who scoffed at the question.

“Why should I tell you?” Jake quipped back.

“What are ya gonna do to us?” Quaritch asked. Jake didn't respond as he called for Bob, his ikran arriving just two seconds later, landing right next to us.

“Hey. You girl!” he called out spooking me. I pointed to myself, “Yeah, you with the prosthetic leg. You his girl?”

  Unsure how to respond to his question I was about to nod, when Jake put his hand on top of my head, glaring at Quaritch. The rest of the warriors had already taken off with the other demons, taking them only Eywa knows where. Jake hopped on his unshot leg, yanking Quaritch to stand.

“Hold him for a moment,” Jake commanded, he climbed onto Bob first, as I guided the tall demon next to me, pushing him toward Bob, Jake leant down taking a hold of the demon’s clothing hauling him onto his ikran, belly down. The Demon cursed out in foreign tongue.

“Go home,” Jake demanded of me, before commanding Bob to fly. I gave a nervous nod and mounted my thanator.

  I knew I was in for a scolding as soon as I got home. And I was right. Neytiri yelled, no, screamed at me. Furious I left my siblings, furious that I charged into a fight, furious that I told no one where I was. And I sat there taking it all. I deserved it after all.

“–You of all people should know! You are supposed to be the responsible big sister! What message does this send to your younger siblings? Huh?” Neytiri cursed out. Tears threatened to fall from my eyes.

“I know sa’nu, and I was wrong to do what I did. I understand. I just had a bad feeling. It was so painful, like a knife to my gut. I had a vision that the demon was going to kill Dad, I just couldn't let him die,” I cried out, “I just couldn't lose another father. Not after Hometree fell. Not after the sky demons killed my papa.” I wept to Neytiri. Her face crumpled into despair as tears threatened to fall. She knelt down in front of me gripping me into a tight hug, she began to cry too. 

Third POV

Neytiri forgot that her Syulang had lost her biological parents until that moment. She watched her grow up and thought of Syulang as her own daughter. Something she would not confess to the girl in front of her. Neteyam, Lo’ak, Kiri and Spider were listening from outside the tent. Their heart broke for their sister. They too forget that they were not real siblings, that she was an orphan, adopted by Neytiri and Jake. But they though of her as their strong willed and protective big sister, they too spilt some tears.

  When Jake returned much later, he was still furious as his oldest daughter. Dragging his injured leg toward the family tent, he saw his sons and daughter lying asleep outside the tent with tear stained cheeks, getting closer he whipped open the entrance of the tent, finding his wife humming a tune rocking Syulang back and forth, both with purple eyes and tear stains down their faces. Noticing his wife’s heavy-hearted expression, his anger turned to sorrow.

“Ma Jake,”  Neytiri whispered, as she held her hand out to her husband. He dejectedly knelt in front of his wife and oldest daughter, grabbing ahold of his wife’s hand. 

“Ma yawne,” Jake exhaled heavily, “Sh–”

“She knows. Ma Jake, she had another vision. Eywa showed her that you were to be killed, that's why she went there,” Neytiri said in a hushed tone, “She wanted to save you, because she was scared to lose you too.”

Jake looked down at his daughter when he heard the word ‘too’, the realisation struck him like an arrow. He wanted to cry, he should have thought about how his daughter already lost her father. His heart felt heavy as he looked at Syulang. He saw her bravery, her kindness, her agony. He saw a part of himself in her. He reached out to brush the hair from Syulang’s face, feeling the intense heat from her forehead through his fingers. He placed the back of his palm to it. Almost recoiling from the burning of Syulang’s forehead.

“Ma Jake?” Neytiri noticed her husband's expression, doing the same thing, and hissing out. 

  Jake took Syulang from his wife’s arms, forgetting his bullet wound, standing and yelping out, he stumbled. “Ma Jake!” Neytiri tucked her head under his arm, steadying him. 

  Neteyam who heard the commotion inside, moved the flap noticing the strange position his parents were in, looking down he saw the blood soaking through it's bandage, he rushed to his father’s side to steady him. All together they brought Syulang to the healing tent, past their sleeping children, Neteyam ran off to get the Tsahik and a healer. They laid Syulang down as Jake collapsed into the cot next to his daughter.

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[allensimpsforcorpse]

𝙴𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕 | c.h

Pairing :: Corpse Husband x GN! Reader

Requested :: Nope

Summary :: You were in the middle of a Death note marathon when Corpse called you because he got scared and too anxious while playing RE Village

Warning/s :: Corpse being anxious

A/N :: I hope you guys like this! This isn't requested but just a dream that I had last week and I have been itching to write it! Taglist (for all my future Corpse fics and my one multi-chaptered fic) Requests are open

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You sighed contently as you finish another episode of Death note, one of your favorite animes.

Today was one of your day off of streaming and you deemed it as the day you will finally finish re-watching the anime as your plans to watch it had always been foiled by surprise streams and other plans.

Normally you'll spend the day with one of your friends or with your boyfriend, Corpse, either hanging out or having one of your midnight dates. But everyone seems to have plans for today so you were left alone to watch Death note in peace. Though, no doubt you will always choose your friends over a mere show, it was nice to be able to finish watching the anime.

Just as you were about to play the next episode, a familiar relaxing tune came from your cellphone. Reaching out to your nightstand where your phone was charging, you took it off it's plug and checked who was calling you.

🖤 Corpsiee 🖤 is calling...

Well, that's unexpected. Isn't he supposed to be streaming right now? And he's just on the other end of the hallway, what could he be calling about for?

You answered it and before you can even utter a single word, he greeted you. Shaky, and he sounds out of breath. Uh oh.

"Hey, love, are you okay?" you immediately asked, moving to clean up the mess you have made on your bed. Did something happen in his stream? Granted, he always gets nervous and anxious whenever he streams but that was always in the beginning and when they're playing among us. If your memory serves you right, it's been hours since he started and he's not playing Among Us today- Oh wait, he's playing Resident Evil with Tina!

Yeah, that's a good reason to be anxious.

"Just... Just needed to hear your voice. I got, uh, spooked while playing." he explained, making you nod despite knowing he will not see it. You put the call on speaker and gently placed it on your desk so you can easily fix your hair.

"Want me to join you while you continue your stream? I can hold your hand" your tone of voice suggested that you were just teasing but internally you were serious. You'll gladly hold his hand while he plays, similar to what you do when he plays Among Us in a clutch moment

"Yes, please" with that, you got out your room and walked over to his streaming room. Gently knocking on the door to avoid further making the man inside with the sudden noise, you opened the door as quiet as you can.

Corpse looked up from his phone when he heard you walk in. As soon as you got close enough, he pulled you on his lap and wrapped his arms around your waist to tightly hug you. You could feel him lightly shaking as he did so and you hugged him back with no hesitation. From his earphones, you can hear Tina talking to his chat in his stead.

"Sorry that I had to pull you away from yout marathon" he quietly mumbled, you were certain you wouldn't be able to hear it if you weren't so pressed up against him at theta moment, not that you were complaining about the closeness. "I'll make it up to you after the stream"

You let out a soft giggle, shaking your head as you pull away from him to look at his face. You placed your hands on each side of his face and kissed him on the forehead. "It's okay, silly. It's just anime, you're more important than watching Light. Plus, I'm only, like, 3 episodes away 'till the end so I can just watch it later" you kissed him on the nose this time, lightly laughing at the redness visible on his cheeks.

You helped him regulate his breathing and he eventually went back to his stream, apologizing for his long silence.

It's okay, corpse!

I hope you're okay, C!

Is (Y/N) with you right now?

He read the last comment out loud before answering. "Yeah, they're with me right now. Them and Tina are my emotional support animal" he jested, making both you and Tina laugh as he finally continues to play the game, more calm now that you were here with him.

Tags: @apple-slice-of-your-laifu-blog

[now-im-a-belieber]

speirs + "you're scaring me" or "you're so cute when you're mad" it goes without saying, but please make me cry ❤️

prompt: "you're scaring me"

ron speirs x reader

a/n: hi, i have no idea how to write speirs, but i tried? please forgive me for how bad this is. i was just anxious to post something again :/

taglist: @capsparkyspeirs @wecomrades @tvserie-s-world

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Everyone had a breaking point. Some men would meet it, and stumble to the ground and bleed out for good. Others would claw their way back to standing and carry on best they could. Some men lost their wits trying to avoid the inevitable crash and burn that came for everyone. They could fight and curse and cry, but no man could escape war without facing the end of their rope at least once. Everyone had a breaking point.

Even Ron Speirs.

Some said he'd already lost it long ago. And his high strung manic behaviour was born from some horrific terror that he vowed never to be affected by again. Some believed he was truly immune to any such stumble and was built inside and out to handle the weight of any war. You didn't quite know what to believe, really.

You'd never known exactly what to think of Ron Speirs.

Even tonight, after all this time. It was as if you were always hearing about Ron. Never hearing nearly as much from him. Though he tried, bless his heart. He tried so hard with you. And that's how you knew there was some kind of real honest love in the pull that kept pushing the two of you back together.

He'd steal you away to join him for useless patrols and for drinks in local pubs when there was time. When there wasn't, he'd maintain quiet by your side in a half dug fox hole- not daring to frighten you with his chatter about being some kind of dead man walking. He'd tried once, somewhere back in France. And you couldn't help but let out a giggle at his scare tactics. You might've regretted laughing at what he'd said if he hadn't been so quick to smirk at your reaction. It was all a blur since that night. A mess of memories of stolen midnight meetings and winks across briefing rooms... And rumours about the man when he was away.

Tonight was no exception. All the things you'd heard about Ron before you'd dared to try and get to know him, all the rumours that arose still, were being traded like campfire stories one room over.

Your nerves gathered in heaps each passing minute, while you stole cigarettes from the pack Luz left on the tiny coffee table he and Talbert were using to play some card game. It was a futile distraction. Both men would glance past their deck and toward the parlour where some replacement was getting the ever-loving shite knocked out of him.

You had almost missed everything. You weren't anywhere around when Talbert came rushing through hours earlier, gathering friends to head off on a manhunt. You'd almost missed the group of guys shoving a stranger into the closest room of the building you'd been calling home, for now. If you hadn't breezed in from waiting up for Ron just then, you might've very well gone the whole night without hearing what happened.

And it was only because Luz and Talbert stayed behind that you managed to ask what the hell was going on.

It was Easy's favourite funny man who'd passed on the gut-wrenching news. Chuck had been shot, and the man who dared to fire his weapon was in the next room over, facing payback at the insistence of Ron Speirs. Only he wasn't here, not yet. Talbert said the man you so often concerned yourself with would only return from the hospital they managed to open in the nick of time, when he knew the Sargents fate.

So you smoked while the boys pretended to play a card game. You watched time pass much too slowly for your liking, promising Luz to repay all the cigarettes you'd stolen in an effort to stay calm. There was no one you wanted to hear from more than Ron, now, for more reasons than one. You battled the selfish feelings as all sorts of other worries had you pacing the hall. The war was supposed to be over. Ron was supposed to have met you for dinner. But he was off someplace, taking charge.

Just as you began marvelling over the man's fortitude, and wondering if it was his courage that might inevitably send him into a spiral, he appeared.

Ron breezed in, but you heard him before you saw him. His demands to know where they'd taken the assailant echoed through the hall you'd wandered toward the stillness of. At that, you stamped out the cigarette you'd only just started and rushed toward the man who'd been on your mind all the while.

Ron was passing through the doorway you'd been avoiding by the time you reached him. So you dashed in his direction but had to stall in the frame of the opened door to take in the scene.

The room was full of men you'd come to trust and admire, their faces pulled down with frowns. Their eyes heavy, fists bloodied. It wasn't much of an unusual sight. You just thought you'd seen the last of nights like these.

You thought you'd seen the last of the gazes your friends cast toward Ron in moments like now. Everyone's eyes were fixed on the soldier, expressions reminiscent of those they wore when the stories about Ron were traded to spook the new kids. They looked afraid of what they'd heard he was capable of. Afraid of what he might do now.

Ron managed to scare everyone, somehow, some way. But never you. Not until now.

Of course, you understood when he lashed the end of his gun across the bastard's face. And you couldn't blame him for pointing the weapon right at the waste of space who'd put your friend's life on the line.

But there was a certain fury in Ron's eyes. The gaze he wore brought every story and rumour to life for a moment, whether they were ever true or not. And you weren't sure what he'd do next. You never really were. But this time, that frightened you.

Everyone watched on silently. Maybe they were scared, too. Maybe they'd been waiting to see something like this with their own eyes. But you weren't. As the gun shook with the tremor of Ron's hand, you realized he was just as frightened of what might happen next.

Despite your halfhearted and very brief attempt at shoving your feelings deep down, they only swelled more fiercely. And Ron's paused action was the final straw that toppled over your will at keeping calm. The words you'd been biting back clawed their way through your throat and pushed past your lips by what seemed to be their very own volition.

"Ron... You're scaring me." You managed to croak, in a whispered plea from the doorway, ready toward bolt to or from whatever commotion came of the scene.

At your desperate, frightened call the soldier seemed to ever so slightly turn toward you. He considered everything for another moment, everyone's collectively held breaths in the palm of his trembling hand.

Then he seemed to notice the blood soaking his fingers. He wiped the side of his hand on the shoulder of the man they had all tied up, as he fought for an easy breath. But none of your comrades seemed to let out their own sighs. Not until Ron reached for his hat, letting it slide away, exhaustion every so slightly evident in his movement.

You watched as he turned toward the door, not looking at you but instead instructing Talbert to get the MP's to take care of the criminal's fate.

"Grant's dead?" Your friend begged to know.

"No. Kraut surgeon says he's gonna make it," Ron replied, a sure statement spoken with confidence. But you heard the waver that lived on the edge of his tone, and the dread in your gut only stirred more so.

Before you could reach out to him, Ron stormed out of the door without a further word, or a glance your way.

You were left with no choice but to scramble after the man. The only goodbye you manage to offer your friends is a pointed apologetic look before dashing off, hot on Ron's trail.

Your heart raced as you watched the man you loved saunter further down the road. His shoulders square, his pace steady, like he was on duty, like his mission was never-ending.

You called his name in your hurry to keep up with him, hoping he'd pause, or call back, or something. But he just kept walking, turning a corner as if your voice never reached him.

You moved even quicker now, at his silence. In a worried haze, you rounded the corner quickly, never thinking of stalling. But Ron had stopped just there, causing you to nearly crash into him.

You held your hands to his shoulders, half steadying yourself to stand, half digging your claws into him so he might not ever go so far from you again. And right as you opened your mouth to ask a dozen questions, Ron beat you to it.

"I don't know if I did the right thing, just now." He spoke so much more softly than he'd just been that it made your worry grow tenfold. Ron's eyes glazed over, unfocused. His quandary hung heavy in the air between you. And you'd barely processed its meaning, let alone any sort of answer in the seconds that passed in silence. Then your man met your eyes. His slowly came to lock with yours, and you realized he was waiting for you to say something, anything.

"I... I don't know either." You half shrugged, still holding his shoulders as if that would keep him from sinking deeper into the darkness you could see start to fill him up.

"I didn't mean to scare you... I didn't-"

You shook your head at his discombobulated way of apologizing and moved your hands to his face. Holding him much more tenderly in hopes the sweet gesture would calm the usual electric tide about Ron that seemed to be buzzing out of control tonight.

"Let's go see Chuck. Can we?" You wondered suddenly. Would he even be aware of your presence by his side? Would it even help Chuck? Or Ron, for that matter?

Your man nodded, though, and drew one of his hands closer to grab ahold of one of yours. And with a furrowed brow, he started yammering another vague apology. Saying something about how he wondered if he'd regret letting the replacement go like that. And it just wasn't like him to battle with such uncertainties. So you stopped Ron's murmurs by saying the first thing that came to your mind,

"I still think you're the meanest, toughest son of a bitch in the whole regiment. " You assured with a smile, meant to encourage his own. "And I'm sure all the others do too."

Then he grinned, and let his eyes roll away from yours. And some part of him seemed more alive at your jest. After a beat, he nudged you to walk on, with his hand in yours. And you knew this was only the start of the worst night ever. And that maybe once you got him all alone, really alone, your man might really lose it.

Everyone had a breaking point. Maybe this was Ron's. You hadn't quite figured him out yet, even after all this time. Maybe you never would. But so long as you got to tough it out at your favourite soldier's side, there wasn't really much to fear.

[the-firebird69]

You people are so rude and mean and nasty we went through all of you yesterday we're grabbing people and questioning you constantly you won't back off one person for the price of nothing and there's a stupid plan out there and we think it's yours we have to erase you it's so ridiculous won't do anything for you we can't allow it to happen

Hera

Zues

Our plan isn't stupid but these people doing an airplane is dumb and Utah playing is dumb it kind of using it and your husband helped and it makes a lot of sense and they're stupid and can't figure it out it's working in Mexico and there are people are breaking through the blockade and it's not destiny 2 and it's one before the big one and really they suck at the big one but they're going to go at it like madness cuz it's Stone chips and that's a big bag stuff and I think it's the ones that got away that's what he was going to say and everybody's going to charge at them and we need it for confusion everyone says it too it's going to work if there's some of them left

Mac Daddy

Yeah I'm probably going to do that and yeah I'm crying out and nobody cares cuz of this f****** f**** Joe Watts and it's true

Trump aka joel watts

I'm not a big p**** well that could be wrong there are people going to come running I'm in the movie I'm in the movie too and I think I get arrested during the trial so I'm sitting there in the audience being a dick and they say they come in and rest us and it's the clothes trying to take over the government and that means that they're going to bring in a big chips or are they just as dumb as they sound

Terry cheeeeseman

We're all about threats and he says he's taking stuff because that doesn't do anything except make us do stuff which is what we have to do cuz we're threatening him it's kind of not what I said but it is what's happening and I sort of don't get it. Tommy f is saying it's similar to himself in that he has protect himself I'm starting to get something we're doing it to CAA and it seems like he doesn't have anyone cuz we thought we got rid of them and his plan it says is gone but we're idiots because he has Papa and Mama to start with they're pretty big compared to us they're a lot bigger than us now and then there's another layer or run up it's a rung but kind of ladder and it's kind of a horse show cuz we keep doing it and they're stupid and we can't see them he says that's the idea where spooks you're supposed to get the idea of what you're so stupid and you put so many people off he says and they're all after you I guess you won't know where it hits are coming from and still don't know that it's a good idea and we don't want to bring it there we can't leave in the Fed where she's been wants and was sort of seeing why and he says we can take over the government and do that he said we're going to have a whole bunch of people from Brazil take on the ships the stone chips no and he's kind of an idiot but his people are going to get killed by bringing it there they already are tons of them and holy s*** we're kind of losers and he mentions that there's a famous musician who's song is on all the time you have to get a little crazy and you actually do and it might be Tommy f who's seal and is needed we agree it's kind of motivating people to go very very deep if there's a collapse there's no chance for survival no matter what you're in unless it's some sort of mole machine and it has to be massively cool this this is a trap here he's motivated to do stuff you might be big we could be making huge mistakes

Trump