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Me after saying i have a brian fic on the works when all I’ve done is think of persona 5 for a semester

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Paul Dano in The Fabelmans Official Trailer

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𝐏𝐚𝐮𝐥 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐚𝐬 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐅𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐧

⌯𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖥𝖺𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗌 ‣ 𝗈𝖿𝖿𝗂𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗋

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Just a reminder for all you folks writing Edward Nashton fanfics.

That room he lives in is NOT his apartment. It is a hotel located right across from the iceberg lounge! That means he actively pays money to stay in it often. Working as a forensics accountant, even paid poorly he would be making about 4k a month. He'd have to have saved up for this, or gone and worked or just rented it out like an apartment. Especially to live long term in a temporary place. JUST THOUGHT I'd share this cause it had taken me 5 times of watching this movie to realize the GIANT neon green sign that said "HOTEL"

UPDATE: It's an apartment in an old bowery like hotel according to the Art of the Batman!

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Sorry for the lack of activity, been hyperfixating on The Black Phone lately. However I have a Brian Wilson fic in the works. One thing I do want to add however is that I realize how badly ooc my fics are sometimes. 100% would appreciate constructive criticism. Aside from all that, have a great evening!

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PLEASE reblog!!

It has come to my attention that some person has taken our works and is posting them on Wattpad without crediting us.

I told them to put my Tumblr account in there for my credit, as well as everyone else, but it seems another creator has said “they’ve done the same to me and they aren’t stopping,” So if you want this person to give you credit and keep your fic up, message them. If you would rather have them take it down, let them know.

their @ on tumblr is https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/nerdypeaceheart

THEY STOLE MY DEVIL WEARS EYELINER FIC, PLEASE SPAM COMMENT ON THAT ONE <3

Here are the list of creators who’s work is stolen (that I could find):

@kiwicider “heavens on fire”

@nezuscribe “cherry bomb”

@luveline “sick sounds”

@greengoblinswifey “my pretty girl”

@eddiemslvt​ “sex on fire”

@peterthepark “so damn into you”

there is about 30+ more creators but i cant find their @’s. If these fics are familiar to you comment and tag the creator. I will edit this post and add them!

heres how to report on wattpad if you are a creator:

Click report, then “explicit content”, copy and paste your profile and the fic they took. Name the book they put it in. Similar to THIS picture of my report, but use your own words.

If you are a fan and would like to help: REBLOG!!!

It pains me to see so many people enjoy my fic, including several other writers and all these commenters not being able to know who wrote our work. This is so f*cked.

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〖Closer〗

Edward Nashton x AFAB Male Reader NSFW

Warnings: Degrading, Humiliation, Katoptronophilia, Oral, Choking / Throat fucking

A/N: I’m trying out a new format for writing, sorry if it looks weird at the moment!

Word Count: 713

Edward gripped your face even harder, forcing you to look straight into the mirror.

He wanted you to see just how much of a whore you were being for him. All because he had agreed to half-assedly finger your pussy that was begging to be fucked relentlessly.

“God you’re pathetic, look at you! What a fucking slut. You’re just melting at the touch of my fingers!”

You pitifully whined, grinding upon his hand, trying to convey how awfully close you were now.

“Oh, is my darling boy close? How miserable must you be. But imagine how I feel? Don’t you think I also feel bad? I’m not getting my dick sucked or fucking you. All I get is a disgusting slutty reflection of you and your sorry moans, but I still do this because I love you, isn’t that right?”

After such monologue, he began to achingly slowly take his fingers out of you, even if you protested and whined for what felt for hours.

“Please sir! I’ll do anything, just please, please keep fucking me!”

He let out a dark, almost ominous chuckle, shaking his head.

“Be patient dove, you’ll get my cock once you learn to be grateful for it”

And with a pained cry from you, he harshly shoved your head on his dick, fucking your throat right in front of the mirror.

You looked horrid, being used by The Riddler, and you were still ungrateful for how much he gave you.

Edward only kept going harder on you, even while tears were swelling in the corners of your eyes.

He could barely keep his mouth shut now, basically growling anything that cane to mind.

“F..Fuck. God your throat is so good, I bet you just love choking on my dick don’t you baby?”

You tried to nod while still gagging on him, in return however, only earned your hair being pulled even tighter.

“Darling boy… Fuck” He pushed your mouth all up on his pubic bone, now truly choking you.

His cum now coated every inch of your mouth and throat, leaving sticky saliva all over his dick.

“You’re so good my love, I guess you really did earn what you’re about to get”

And with such words, he painfully grasped your hips and slammed himself inside of you, giving you about a minute to adjust while he prepared you.

He grabbed the roll of duct tape placed beside him and sloppily tied your hands behind your back. After all, you weren’t only his boyfriend, you were a toy for him to use when he needed that body of yours to be good at something for once.

After you were all done, tied nicely with what he called a ‘bow’, he gave you no spare time to breathe before fucking you animalistically.

Your back arched immediately, crying out in pleasure.

“Baby, if you want me to keep fucking you then you’ll have to shut up”

You could’ve tried to, but at the pace he was going, you didn’t think you would even dare stopped moaning, so he took matters into his own, rough hands.

He shoved two fingers down your throat and used his other hand to have a firm grasp of your neck, now merely leaving room for so little air to come out.

He noticed you were delightfully close and decided to take this to his own advantage.

“You’re close aren’t you baby? Come on, use what little air you’ve got to beg for me to let you cum”

He moved the hand inside your mouth down to your clit, rubbing circles and edging you even closer to the edge.

He growled out your name, thrusting harder inside you until you finally spilled.

He quickly moved his hand from your clit up to your tummy, pressing against it, letting everything come out.

“You did so well honey, you’re so very good”

He held you close for a couple of minutes, passionately kissing you in between, just letting the two of you come down from the high.

“Darling, I love you, so very much”

You had to admit you were semi surprised how quickly he went from choking you to whispering sweet things in your ear, but you were happy nonetheless.

“I love you too, Eddie”

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〖What's my age again? 〗

Timothy Klitz x Eli Brooks

Warnings: Underage drinking

A/N: To be perfectly honest. This one was just incredibly rushed because I felt the need to just get something out after not having written in a while, so my deepest and sincerest apologies if it’s really not that good!

Word Count: 817

There were still hours left of the drive from “Sin City” to the ‘tripod’s’ smaller town, with the lights barely fading away from their vision.

Eli, on the verge of passing out, and Klitz, on the verge of becoming a nervous breakdown inside the car. All the while Matthew was still going strong behind the steering wheel.

“Heyy Matt, can we make a pit stop? I need to piss”

Eli’s words were clearly slurring together, and the smell of cheap beer and frosting radiating from Eli and Klitz, even if they had made an effort to “clean up”

Matthew sighed, stopping in front of a lot of woods.

“Klitzy, just go with him, he might as well get lost out there if you’re not holding his hand”

Slightly annoyed, he got out of the car and accompanied the drunk male, not daring to take his eyes off him.

They walked at least three minutes into the woods until Klitz realized what they were doing.

“Didn’t you want to piss dude?”

This question sparked Eli in a drunken haze to say something almost completely out of range.

“Klitzyy, man. I took you here because I loove you”

Klitz’ train of thought got interrupted almost immediately by a beer-fueled kiss from Eli.

“Hey dude- What the fuck-?”

Eli just laughed and shooed him away, not thinking much about it. Not that he could’ve either way.

The both headed back to the car noticing Matthew was gone as well, though likely somewhere nearby.

But as time grew longer, so did Klitz’ anxiety, quickly rising through the roof along with his heartbeat.

“Man, what the hell was that about in there? I didn’t think you were gay”

“Dude just relax, don’t you love yoour friends too?”

He kept shaking his head, trying to forget the thought over and over, praying that so did the other. But neither of them seemed to have the ability to do so.

Klitz tiresomely sighed, gripped onto Eli’s shoulders and just, stared.

He wanted to kiss him again. But what if he remembered the next morning.

No. He just wouldn’t be able to. Eli was basically blackout drunk.

He wouldn’t just recall that in the near future.

He was held aback for a second until finally going for it.

It was not exactly the dreamy first kiss you’d expect. But Eli went with it, although almost startled at first.

As soon as Klitz pulled away he was immediately left wanting more, and also left with a weird feeling of discomfort and awkwardness.

The rest of the ride was, in a lack of better words, tense.

Eli didn’t actually seem to mind it, quickly falling asleep on Klitz’ shoulder and Matt barely keeping awake while driving.

Eventually, all was well the next evening.

Klitz thought Eli had forgotten about what had happened on the road so he went on the rest of the school day as usual until he received a frantic phone call from Matthew.

He had been “dropped off on the side of the road by a porn director and Danielle’s guy.”

As confused as he was, he quickly enough got in the car with Eli and embarked to get Matthew as soon as he could.

“Soo, we’re not going to talk about yesterday I assume?”

He quickly tensed up, and looked back at Eli.

“Dude, I don't know what you’re talking about. But we’ll catch up on it once we find Matt”

And so they did.

The entire car ride was silent until Matthew and Danielle came along, uncomfortably disrupting the once established silence.

Once Dani and Matthew were gone, Klitz finally realized he had no way to bail out of this.

“Look I just —“

He had no words to say for himself.

“Klitzy, I think I kissed you but, I seriously didn’t expect for you to reciprocate it”

“But, we’re not like, gay, are we?”

He said, almost doubtful that the other would say yes.

“We seriously kissed. You couldn’t have gone any more gayer than that”

He knew that but it still ached in his mind.

Not the fact that he was gay, but the fact he was gay for his own best friend.

“Hey man, just kiss me at this point, it’s too uncomfortable, this silence is getting to you”

And so he did, the once “straight-porn watching, titty touching” Klitz went in for another kiss from Eli, the man he would’ve least expected he wanted to be with.

The both just sat there for what seemed to be an eternity, not exactly knowing what the hell they were supposed to do, aside from kiss.

“Jeez dude, you’re really that desperate”

Eli chuckled out, before quickly making his way to the driver’s seat on top of Klitz.

And the rest of the evening went on between the two, whether it be figuring themselves out, or figuring their “sexualities” out.

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Hi sillies 🤲🏽 currently going through a profile change. Just for notice, I am still riddlemekiss -> rid-182! And for another notice, the Klitz post was delayed because I barely finished TGND so.. But expect it hopefully this week! <3

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Klitz post soon.. maybe…

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〖You go down just like Holy Mary, Mary on a, Mary on a cross. 〗

Alt! Gabriel x Reader

WARNINGS: Religious Imagery, Attempted Suicide, Manipulation?

But this, it wasn't normal.

Your heart beat almost 130 per minute, breath hitching at any given chance; almost as if a panic attack was threatening to happen at whatever moment.

You found odd presences of heat lacking in your house a well as chills running down your spine nearly anytime you were about to relax.

That's when such unfortunate message was broadcasted.

You could feel your chest being ripped open by your own pounding heart.

That such night you couldn't bring yourself to sleep, even if it was near a day that you last slept.

Even with the dread boiling inside you, maybe drowsiness was finally setting in you.

Or so you had thought.

You tried closing your eyes, but your vision only got brighter. You couldn't even tell if it was morning anymore, you just felt brightness pierce through your eyelids.

But, the mistake was for you to open your eyes.

There stood before you, a creature, not sure to be recognized as a human or, angel.

"Do not be afraid, my child"

Oh but you were afraid. A frightened black sheep, in need of guidance from an angel. An archangel at that.

You could almost feel your mind completely shatter, not processing such entity being nearly next to you.

"Please, I don't know what you want or who you are but please, leave"

This, "Angel" only came closer to you, inches away from your face.

An almost deranged grin spread across its face, reaching the very tips of its eyes.

"My child, do not fret. I am merely but an Angel, here to bring you a message"

This was but a facade. You wouldn't be deceived by such creature. Or so you had wished.

.

Now, you were sure that night hadn't happened. An angel did not visit you, for it was all just a dream. Right?

More despair only came upon you however.

You couldn't comprehend such entity, even if it really was a mere hallucination or dream. This confusion only drove you to what seemed to be the brink of insanity.

Every morning after, you we're only left pondering. Thinking about what you had "seen".

And every morning, you felt closer compelled to what felt like the only true answer.

You sat down on you kitchen floor. barely recognizable anymore; all plates and cutlery stacked upon each other; the floor tiles filled with what seemed to be a mix of dust and mold.

You contemplated grabbing the now rusty knife, the slightest tip pointing at your stomach.

You knew it wouldn't take long, so, why we're you so afraid to do it?

There was no longer anything to live for if you had to "live" with the burden of this, insanity.

The point began tearing through your skin already, it was nowhere near severe yet you felt like fainting.

In such precise moment, you saw it, once more.

That, Angel. Alternate. Demon, even.

"Sweet dove, you mustn't do this."

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Wasn't this what you were tasked to do?

You'd be satisfied for another human to die, soon to be replaced with its alternate.

But you just couldn't bring yourself to do these things to one of your flock.

These human like feelings had completely taken over you, dragging your own body closer this, black sheep.

You found yourself right behind such human, tightly gripping to the rusted knife, not exactly moving. Just stopping its motion.

"Child, you mustn't refuge to such selfish actions."

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This angel's wings were now wrapped around you, holding you captive in a sea of feathers.

Th slightest of blood tainting the both of you, and as this ichor rushed, so did your adrenaline.

We're you going to die, now?

In the hands of an Angel?

"My child, be not afraid, your wounds shall be healed, never will you suffer this pain again"

You we're confused more than scared now.

"If you truly are an angel, why must you hav dragged me through Hell's insanity?"

It didn't respond, only held you tighter in its clasp.

"You are but a grain of golden sand, my pet. I must never let you slip through my fingers, into the deep. "

You choked out a sob, tears threatening to cascade.

"There is no need to cry, dear. You've sinned, but I love the sinner not the sin. "

Those whispers he told you only made waterfalls out of you.

"I don't understand why you've come to torment me, why must you drag me through hell only to say you love me?

Again, he remained silent. Incomprehensible whispers made themselves home in your now broken mind; there was really nothing for you to do now, only cry into its wings and beg for a fabricated forgiveness.

"Can't you see I've done this because I love you, my dove?"

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꧁To Die By Your Side꧂

Riddler x Vampire! Bruce

Warnings: Smut, Possible Angst, Mentions of suicide

“aaghhh..”

A loud groan filled the empty room; Eddie's back arching, his only movements being prevented by Bruce on top of him.

“Don’t fucking move,”

Bruce growled out, resuming the letting of Ed’s blood, Eddie’s face going almost blank.His expressions were numb, even if his body was pleasurably struggling underneath Bruce’s.

All that came into either of the pair’s ears was the heaving and panting.

Like always, Edward dwindled in and out of consciousness; his grip loosening and tightening every couple of minutes. His whole body became sickly white, and then, the lack of color filled his mind, and outer thighs.

Bruce groaned, lazily riding out both of their highs; soon giving out right next to his partner.

"I don't know why you do this to me"

Edward managed to mumble out. He knew the answer, but the way those words subconsciously left Bruce's lips Enamored Ed every single time.

"You do, Edward. You know I love you, and you always liked it when we did this"

With such words said, both fell "asleep".

Both knowing secrets the other thought they'd never find out.

It was funny, neither knew what each other did at night.

Edward didn't know Bruce would stalk his bedroom window everyday. He knew he was the Riddler. But he was just as if not more corrupt than his own old dead man.

Gordon? Not a word came out about Nashton from Bruce's mouth.

He didn't realize how great of an actor he was, pretending he didn't know the Riddler when he was laying right next to him in his own bed.

He didn't feel guilty. After all, this rusty blood carried through the Wayne's.

What Bruce didn't know was the soon to be destroyed Gotham was in more danger than he thought.

Of course he knew the city streets were traps, citizens being treated as less than rats was the common.

Yet, it was funny how he never cared to decipher those assassination attempts against the new mayor.

But then again, even if he did know, he couldn't bring himself to care. All things that mattered were Edward and pleasing himself.

What the Wayne's son not knew was something Edward hid for a long time.

This was his master suicide plan.

He concluded that getting thrown in Arkham was far too "Dull."

So, for this reason, Ed planted these seven bombs in the city walls.

Hilarious how people wouldn't bat an eye on what would be their impending doom.

The clock was ticking; approximately an hour left until he let this city simply

Go

Boom.

The dread arising in Edward's chest only aroused him more; it lead to him uncontrollably trying to go for another round with Bruce, even if he was on the verge of fainting, once more.

"Bruce, please"

He said, a coat of thorns laced with honey spiked at his throat.

The knot building up only grew tighter in his stomach, and the need for Bruce poked at him like a double edged sword stabbing him.

Bruce hastily got up again, only managing slowed breathing and a naive face looking down at someone who might just be the end of him.

"I love you, Eddie"

With such words said and done, Bruce began to thrust inside him again, making Edward only moan in delight, his eyes rolling back and legs spread even wider.

Bruce's breath seemed to be like tears laced with cyanide, arsenic running through Ed's blood.

Another, seemingly meaningless orgasm courses through both their bodies, leaving both numb and paralyzed for a couple of minutes again.

"Bruce, I'm sorry"

"What?"

Seconds of silent passed torturing the both.

Then

An

Explosion.

All seen out of the Windows was red, shattered glass, and. Water.

It flooded the city quicker than imagined, soon getting closer and closer to their bedroom.

Bruce knew he needed to do something. Quickly.

Adrenaline rushed through him, meanwhile Edward, he only gave a weak smile.

This was all part of his plan, soon he'd be gone.

Bruce didn't have the capacity to make out words as of now. Only staring blankly towards the man beneath him.

"Why?"

Ed didn't see an ounce of anger course through his face. Only panic.

"Gotham must be cleansed of its sins"

"Edward. I don't know what the fuck you're talking about, but I'm getting you out if it's the last thing I do."

He only faintly grinned and as water buried him and passed out.

Death loomed over the boy's body, having little to no time to act: Bruce ran out of the manor, placing the both to the highest point in Gotham he could find.

This marks the end of part 1, thank you all for the notes on my last posts, highly appreciated! Feel free to leave criticism underneath.

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Hey I know I have some danonation followers and I’m sure you’re all aware about the Zoe tweet situation, if you seriously participated in their address being leaked please block me, they have a WHOLE KID and you doxx them because you “like” them