#Hello Hello Hellfire

[frostbitten-heir]

A yawn can be heard from the living room. Seems like someone’s woken up.

- @ellernate-rblx (hi again ^^)

-> The heir had been resting on the couch the entire time, his fingers absentmindedly moving through the other's hair while he scrolled on his overly priced phone. -> He hummed, looking down at the former prisoner. "Good morning, ruby."

[soul-gums]

[a-roguish-gambit]

I know Emma frost isn’t in like the original x-men evolution(I don’t think so anyways?) but I was wondering if she’d be in the turn of the century au? Or just the hellfire club in general?(I’ve been watching the old animated series again and it’s infecting my brain) I honestly just think it’d be cool to see what kinda designs you come up for Emma/the hellfire club given how they dress and how different it is to the very modest designs of the time :D

so I don’t think a lot of people realize this, but the hellfire club is loosely based off of 2 things: 1. Hellfire clubs which were like, fraternal organizations filled with rich aristocrats and politicians in Britain in the 1800s people would speculate about them doing satanic worship, and shit (9 times out of 10 it was just gay orgies and swingers clubs meeting as elite social clubs so rich people could get away with things they scorned others for) and then 2. Tammany Hall, an american fraternal political organization that basically controlled New York politics for the better part of a century and a half. If you wanted skin in the game for any position in New York, you had to grease the palms of the Sons of St. Tammany, and they would get you votes. People talk about stuff like secret societies controlling governments now, but like… we kinda used to have them and they were pretty out in the open.

More info on tammany hall here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tammany_Hall

I will say Tammy Hall wasn’t always “evil”, it was just always highly corrupt. it started out as an organization to try and provide political upward mobility for select discriminated groups, mostly Irish immigrants, but the politics of the group after that was basically that of whatever group of men was currently in charge, an oligarchy of sorts without military power. Sometimes you had good people, sometimes you have bad people and it was a roulette as to what you got, weighted by the fact that most members were highly educated and or wealthy. Their main shtick was being able to get huge swaths of people (legally or otherwise) to vote for what and who they wanted in any new york based political race.

I’m imagining the hellfire club of the 1910s au to be similarly a political fraternal org thats members are all old money heirs that discovered they were mutants, and are trying to provide upward political mobility for mutants and a cushion of protection to keep humans from finding them out as mutants and to keep a political stake for mutants rooted firmly in the establishment, but just out of sight and awareness of the public. Because they don’t have the power of a large voting block behind them, their methods of throwing weight around are a lot more covert and illicit: bribery, blackmail, manufactured scandals, little bit of brainwashing here and there… ya know.

Given the time period though and the nature of such organizations as fraternal, Emma would not normally have a place in these groups…

That is if she didn’t have a clever persona to blend in with the boys there

So yeah, she has a false identity of Eric Frost, a cousin of the New England Socialite Emma Frost from Canada that is an active member of the Hellfire Club, meanwhile Emma Frost is a prominent member of various Women’s political clubs that were incredibly common prior to women getting the vote. They were essentially special interest groups for women with money to try and gather a bit of power to swing around. However, I doubt someone like Emma Frost would be satisfied the simply being part of her local chapter of the suffragettes, and instead would want to have a say in political groups with more influence. And while it would be easy for her to just kind of mentally manipulate her way into organizations like the hellfire club with her powers, I feel like she would want to be able to prove to herself she could earn power on her own wit and merit, and the only thing really standing in her way is the prejudice of men.

[veryiincredible]

@diam1nd followed! ↝

he fidgets with his shirt collar, the tie he had to get help with, more used to his combat uniform or his old sequin-heavy costumes than stiff formalwear.

"do you ever find these kind of events... stifling?"

[sobeksewerrat]

@an-theduckin warning in advance you might find me lurking in your inbox for the next few weeks talking about every piece of religious symbolism in the Hunchback of Notre Dame and I'll be very particularly annoying about it because this entire movie is just religious symbolism and commentary: the movie

[lunarasphodel]

Spoilers for episode 89 of Hello from the Hallowoods!!!

(Its just art, but it has some subtle references and one less subtle scene rendition)

MORE DOODS!!!! I’m working on my designs for my favorite Fools :D

I am REALLY obsessed with Moth and Olivier, If you can’t tell. Also I’m happy nimbus is back :D even if everyone else in the Maidstone crew is Suffering!!

[gibbearish]

ok im finally done procrastinating trying out my new name so from henceforth i am now zane

[oldmanlogan]

is this not. the 2nd hellfire gala.

[paranoidgemsbok]

PHONE JUST BRICKED ITSELF WHILE I SLEPT COOL COOL COOL

[hexedevolution]

❝ you walk along the edge of danger and it will change you. ❞

arcane (s2) sentence starters || Accepting

"Is that not the point?" Viktor responded calmly enough, a brow raised. He did not know this Caitlyn very well beyond that she and Jayce were somewhat close - and that, of course, she was born into the Kiramman family. Viktor took a glance towards the settled hexcore, the machine that stabilised it was quiet - off, for now. "Danger is a part of progress. None of this-" He gestures towards the nearest window to mention the city at large. "-would be possible if the people who came before us didn't risk it."

He smiled, settling the crutch to the floor as he pulled himself stiffly out of the chair he sat on. "Are you telling me, Miss Kiramman, that you have never taken a dangerous chance? On anything?"

[gracieheartspedro]

how i imagine brother's best friend!eddie

warnings: this is 18+, mdni, reader and eddie are 18+, eddie's a perv, flirting, insane antics, kissing, butt squeezin', dirty talk, fondling. no smut. yet (; let me know if you guys want more! tehe

When your brother joined Hellfire Club, you vividly remember telling him he was the biggest weirdo in town, right next to Eddie Munson, the leader of the club. 

You had graduated a year before and you were familiar with Eddie and his antics. He was supposed to graduate with you but too many absences and tardies did not allow it. Plus he was just horrible at school.

Now your younger brother hangs out with him every time he had free time. Which included having him bring Eddie over to your house.

You would see him in passing, when you were heading to your late shift at the local diner, giving him a half smirk and a simple “hello”. 

Eddie was good at checking you out and making it obvious, which to you, was weird to do in front of your brother. 

Lucky for you, your brother was oblivious and idolized the super senior, not noticing his passes at you.

One night, you get home late from work and him and Eddie have the rest of Hellfire in your den. They are all loud and carrying on, so when you walk down there, demanding to know where your parents are, your brother tells you that they had to go to Indianapolis to check on your grandma at her old folk’s home and wouldn’t be home until tomorrow evening. 

Eddie’s eyes would twinkle up at you, dazed from the handle of vodka they are all sharing. “Yeah, don’t worry sweetheart, we will make sure the house is nice and secure just in time for your bed time.” You would walk over to him, snatching the handle of vodka out of his hand. “Are you getting my 17 year old brother drunk, you asshole?” “He’s a big boy, he can handle himself. No need to play Mommy tonight, sweetheart.” “I’d bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you, Munson?”

His face drops as all his friends hoot and holler at him, smacking his back and clowning him. He doesn’t peel his eyes away from you, smirking like a proud father. 

With that, you would hand another one of the boys the handle and walk upstairs, freeing yourself of the responsibility. You go up to your room, stripping off your work clothes, wanting to get the smell of grease off your body and hair. 

You walk to your bathroom, wash yourself clean, and then wrap yourself in a towel. You slowly creep out of the room, not looking both ways in the hallway, totally forgetting your brother’s friends could be around any corner. 

And guess who is?

“Got all clean for me, sweetheart?”

Your skin literally crawls hearing his voice, deep and husky right beside you. You grip onto the hem of the towel, making sure it doesn’t come open. 

“No, I smelled like french fries and a side of sweat. Needed to shower before I got in bed.” You side step him, heading straight for your bedroom at the end of the hallway.  “Your brother told me I could stay tonight. Is that okay with you?” “I don’t care, just don’t keep me awake.” You reach for your door handle, trying to get away from the guy. “Damn, and here I had some ideas on how I could.”

You roll your eyes, not responding. You go to your room, the word gross rattling around your head.

After settling in your pajamas, you unfortunately realize need to refill your water bottle downstairs, so you have to face Eddie and your brother’s other friends. Again.

You ran hot at night, so you were only wearing a loose black tank top and flannel pajama shorts from a matching set you got in middle school. 

When you get to the kitchen, no one is there. You still here commotion coming from the den, assuming all of the guys were settling in for the night. 

You are filling up your bottle when you hear footsteps creeping up behind you. And there he fuckin’ is again.

“We gotta stop running into each other like this, baby doll.” “You’re disgusting.” “And your shorts are dangerously short.”

You narrow your eyes at him, crossing your arms over your chest. He matches you stance, almost mocking you for being annoyed. 

Maybe it was the alcohol emanating off him, but you feel buzzed being in his presence. He lights a weird fire within you.  Maybe it’s because you need to sleep.

He scans you again, his glassy eyes and flushed cheeks making you think about how you could easily shove him and make him lose his balance. 

But instead, you step towards him, your head tilted in defiance. He’s not expecting you to step up on him like that. 

You groan, rolling your eyes. “What are you even doing up here?” “I hear you, I come up. Simple.” He smiles, his eyes stuck on your legs. “Why?” He finally looks up at you, a shit eating grin plastered across his face,“I told you I had some ideas. Hoping I could run them by you.” “Why would I ever entertain that?” You scoff, even though you were kind of curious. “Because you haven’t told me to fuck off yet.” You dramatically roll your eyes, “Calling you disgusting was kinda doin’ that, Eddie.” “Say the words, then.” “What?” “Tell me to fuck off.”

It’s a stand off. You’re mind is telling you to scream it in his face and dump your entirely full water bottle over his head. 

But your body, mainly your weirdly soaked panties, are telling you to hold your ground. See where this could go. Eddie was hot. And yeah, you’ve heard he has a big dick. And you have also heard he knows how to use it. 

“Nothing? You wanna hear my ideas, then?”

You look at the door that opens to the den. 

“Go show face for a bit downstairs and then come knock on my door when everyone is asleep.”

Eddie couldn’t smile wider. He just nods, letting you brush past him and go up the stairs to your bedroom. You wait for about 20 minutes, your eyes getting heavy with sleep. The knock comes abruptly, rattling your body back to life. 

You slowly creep over to the door, opening it slowly, but Eddie’s pushing into your room like a cop raiding a drug den. Something he must be familiar with. 

He’s immediately on you, his large hand grabbing at your waist as he presses his lips into yours. You’ve never been kissed so hurriedly. His lips are plump and perfectly slot in with yours. His hands are grabbing at you so intensely, you realize how lost you were in the moment when his fingers pinch your ass. 

You push him away, dramatically throwing him back off you. 

“Are you fuckin’ insane?!” “You seemed to like it.” “Is this one of your ideas?”

He sneers, shaking his head as he wiped his lips with the back of his heavily ringed fingers.

“You and that mouth.”

You roll your eyes, unsure of how to respond to that.  But he’s looking at you like you’re his next meal, his eyes dilated, his hands ticking at his sides. You scan him as he takes a large step towards you, his thumb grazing your bottom lip. His head tilts, his curls scattering across his forehead.

“Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?” “Stop with the nicknames.”

He steps even closer towards you, menacingly. His demeanor is so different when you two are alone. You are his prey, and he wants to pounce.

“I’m gonna call you whatever I want. Especially when my cock is in that mouth of yours. Keepin' those pretty lips wrapped around me instead yappin' all of those smartass remarks.”

His words send the craziest shockwaves to your pussy. You can actively feel your panties get wetter. He can see that his words have an effect on you because your nose wiggles.

You size him up for a moment, pressing your hand to his sides before slowly working towards the front of his body, across his denim jacket and tight black jeans. When your hand stops where his jeans are straining, you smirk. 

“You want my lips here?”

His dominant aura gives way the moment you undo his jean’s button. He is practically whimpering as he looks down at your actions. 

“That’s where they belong,” His voice is still raspy and steady with control. “Who says so?” His smile is so twisted. “Your brother’s best friend.”

It instantly makes you feel guilty. Your brother is literally downstairs, probably hammered and dozing off to some stupid cartoons all the other nerds watch. This was so wrong. 

But for fuck’s sake, Eddie’s clothed cock is in your palm and it’s practically busting out of his zipper. The way he looks down at you, with his lips slightly ajar as his smile fades at the realization that his words throw you off your game. 

“We don’t have to, sweetheart-” “Shut up.”

hiii if you made it here, tell me ur thots. comments, likes, and reblogs are alllwaayyysss welcome. so are asks. feel free to be a menace there.

dividers are @cafekitsune <3333

tagging ppl who wanted this and fwends (hehe love u guys): @amanitacowboy @mediocredreams @layaispunk @pedgito @chaotic-mystery @hockeyhughes

[infamousbondagemurder]

DUCK! THE CARBINE HIGH MASSACRE - EVERYTHING YOU NEED TO KNOW!

Hello!!!! i’m very autistic and I wanted to put my effort into something I could share with you all, so without any more unnecessary ranting here’s all you need to know about duck! the carbine high massacre. please comment anything I should add or any mistakes I may make, beware this is my first post like this so im a newby go easy on a gal!

Full film:

https://youtu.be/UScvX4bjExg?si=Cohq29YGoYCsOtBY

Trailer:

https://youtu.be/zNtUviDpyQg?si=23nQgFQo75OQ-RC_

Film soundtrack:

https://youtu.be/2ky9FrEj8Fk?si=DqRVcTdFQEtJ6owC

Website archived:

https://web.archive.org/web/20040815013848/http://www.duck2k.com/docs/carbine_comm.html

Other interviews unrelated to specifically this film:

https://youtu.be/gEbZVXdsX-U?si=cG5bTGb41ee-1fFh

https://youtu.be/WUjqIoDidr4?si=sDMMUzzKhIWImuL5

https://youtu.be/W04lj1BdK0o?si=DHRIixDEpn39KBne

Filming:

Duck! the Carbine High Massacre was a spoof about Columbine that was made soon after the massacre, infact only 6 months after. It was created by Joey Smack (Joseph Miller) and William Hellfire (William Apriceno) two (at the time) collage aged film makers. A lot of viewers received it as this as distasteful and terrible, but others find this to be one of the greatest movies of all time. Smack and Hellfire mainly made a living on creating fetish content for their small but loyal cult following, but unlike most of Smack and Hellfires other films this one was based on true events and NOT made for fetish content. (it only had a few titties here and there ;-D) A lot of people who had starred the movie had received a lot of back lash including piles of death threats.

Duck, along with most other Factory 2000 films was edited in Adobe premier and shot on VHS cameras including a broadcast Super VHS camcorder, a handheld RCA, and another unidentified camcorder.

The films first dvd release was in 2004, along with minor color corrections.

The whole budget was about 3,000$ along with inexperienced actors, most of them being Hellfire and Smacks friends taking some time off work.

On Columbines anniversary they had a showing of the film at CBGB’s where an interview with Court Tv was held and they had stated some of the reasons behind making the movie, what they would say to the parents at Columbine, and the reasoning behind making the movie.

It was here where they explained they were *not* making fun of the victims but instead the media in America’s portrayal of all the victims and the shooters on the news.

Interview:

https://youtu.be/QjPlPsGUuKI?si=gel6kBCbpzmUmiDE

The producers had gotten arrested for creating this film, not because of the crude nature but because they had brought fire arms onto school property .

Court Tv producers getting arrested:

https://youtu.be/i7LiNTkksJs?si=C8IbynDgwj9oP9YE

The film racked up $6,034 in the box office and the film was said to have helped pay Hellfires legal fees.

Experiences on set:

William hellfire stated that he did remember filming and creating most of duck because he was so drugged up on pain killers he was using to treat his cancer pains. He had no remorse or regret for making the film

Chris Perez hopped on reddit to describe his experience “Fun and loose. Everyone was really laid back and chill and we had a good time with the filming. There was a script, but we also improved a lot of stuff. Sometimes, Bill, Joe, and Todd would just give us a general idea of what they wanted us to do and say and we'd work off that.” He along with many others would receive blowback from the incident.

Misty Mundae said that the film was a "crappy little movie" which "has permanently staked its place in underground cult cinema"

Cast:

Derick- Joey Smack (Joseph Miller)

Derwin- William Hellfire (William Apriceno)

Retard- Henry Krinkle

Bible Girl- Misty Mundae (Erin Brown)

Play Girl- Lilly Tiger

Car Kid- Chris Perez

Spam Jock- Michael Ovum

Benchpress- Ryan Trimmer

Afro-American- Kendall "Shorty" Ward

Song Girl- Mazur

Goth Boy- Mike Roser

Goth Girl- Liz Bathory

No Info Boy- Michael Lema

The Principal- Larry Wellman

The Janitor- Rodney Sleurtols

Policeman- Karl Pitt

Plot:

With a running of 101 minutes Duck! the Carbine High Masscre was about spoof about the events that took place at Columbine on April 20th, 1999. The movie took place at Carbine high school where two bullied, neo-nazi, trenchcoat wearing high-school students, Derick and Derwin fail at a double suicide attempt. While walking home Derwin gets attacked by jocks and misses school the next day. After school it is then the two high schoolers plan a massacre against their school. The pair then bought several guns from a black market dealer. The next day the two boys bid farewell to their parents for the last time and head to school with the guns in arm. Once they get to school they head to the cafeteria trying to get the student’s attention, when yelling failed Derwin got onto a chair and yelled “What’s for lunch?” before the two began shooting. The two kill several people in gruesome manners before heading down to the basement and sharing a last cigarette before shooting each other.

Other films:

William Hellfire and Joey Smack typically made fetish films and soft-core porno flicks, some notable ones include (but are not limited tooooo!) Erotic Survivor, Silk Stocking Strangler, Vampire Strangler, TITanic 2000, and so many other underground gems. I, infamousbondagemurder sincerely urge you to watch these movies, buy the dvds, and support the living William Hellfire.

Here’s a link to watch more movies by William (unfortunately not ALL his movies are on this keep in mind. i also did not create this link so credits to the creator, which i’m not sure who the creator is)

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1-2iH0WjcolYtbat61F2zLs8SSw5dbMy15mnCnuq4suE/edit

What most people don’t know is Joey Smack starred in the semi-popular film Where the Dead go to Die, where he voice acted as the characters Ralph Stanley, Tommy’s father, and The legless war veteran. He dropped iconic lines in this movie such as: “You fuckin’ dog! What the fuck are you some sort of faggot cannibal! Aggghhh! Your eatin’ my dick!”

Dvd:

Hello! so I am basing this off of the DVD that I personally own, these details may differ from DVD to DVD so if you own a different sort of DVD, please comment anything extra that you have on yours.

Dvd includes:

* Deleted scenes

* Behind COURT TV- cbgb’s screening

* PRODUCER/DIRECTOR interviews

* TODAY is the DAY LIVE in Hoboken NJ

* KING GHIDORAH! LIVE in Hoboken NJ

* Original trailers

* Shooting gallery

* Film soundtrack

* And of course, this wonderful shitty movie :-)

Rest in peace Joey Smack:

On Saturday June 29th, 2019 Joseph Robert Miller, better known by many fans as ‘Joey Smack’ passed away. The circumstances are unknown and a mystery to all fans. There are rumors of suicide but there are no confirmations. I advice you to read his obituary and donate to catholic charities, diocese of paterson, the charity which paid his brother joshua's medical bills after his passing in 1998.

Joseph was loved by many and passed at the age of 41. Fans, family and friends all mourn him to this day. He was described by friends as a kind hearted true and utter weirdo, who had lived in his own world. he didn’t talk to many people but if you had been let into his select group, he would go out of his way to make friends laugh and smile with his warped sense of humor.

His memorial services were held Tuesday, July 2nd, 2019 from 5:00 to 8:00 p.m. at Browning-Forshay funeral home on Lafayette Ave in Hawthorne.

Rest in peace Joey Smack, a truely great man who loved what he did and put so much love into all of his creations. Well wishes to his surviving family and friends:

Joey Smacks obituary:

https://emeto.neocities.org/joeysmack

CREDS:

Mainly wiki like a chud

Actors themselfs

The dvd

I’m dumb

[littlexdeaths]

truths are revealed and lines are drawn…

older brother’s best friend eddie x fem reader

warnings: 18+ mdni, gareth is snarky, making out in inconvenient places, secret relationship, a sprinkle of spice, angst, blood and someone gets punched...

it’s a recipe for disaster masterlist

a/n: hi hello! it’s been a hot minute since i posted anything, so i’m actually very nervous to put this out. but i want to thank both @wonderlandwalker and @undead-supernova for looking this over and helping me fix a few things. i appreciate you both immensely. i hope you all enjoy this and thank you for always being so patient with me ilysm xx.

“since when did you start wearing lip gloss, dude?”

is the first thing out of gareth’s mouth when eddie walks back into the living room, the bowl of popcorn in his hands quickly forgotten as he pauses in the doorway. gareth is right, only it’s your lip gloss that’s smeared all over his mouth, the shimmery pink glitter now catching in the overhead light.

a fact neither of you had noticed until this very second, but if gareth’s shit eating grin is anything to go by, he’s all too aware of it.

it was incredibly risky when you pulled eddie into the pantry for a quick lip-lock session, knowing the entirety of the hellfire club and your brother were right within earshot. but that didn’t really matter in the heat of the moment because you hadn’t seen eddie in days—and you were on the brink of insanity.

the obnoxious hum of the microwave had drowned out your soft whimpers as he pinned your hips against the shelf, nearly knocking over a stack of canned goods in his haste. but you were just as frantic, if not more, tugging harshly on his unruly curls as you all but devoured him with your mouth.

“missed you,” you murmur, gasping softly when you feel his lips ghosting over that spot just below your ear.

his hum of agreement melts into a deep groan when your hands slide up and under his t-shirt, lightly dragging your nails across his abdomen.

“i missed you more,” he counters with a grin, eagerly capturing your lips again.

each press of his lips leaves you wanting more, more, more, your body completely pliable under his calloused hands.

the final ding of the timer is what forces you both apart, the sounds of your heavy breathing being quickly overtaken by the sudden burst of laughter floating up from underneath the door.

“we should get back,” you whisper, but it feels like your feet are glued to the floor.

“yeah, we really should,” he agrees.

but when he tilts your chin back up and presses his lips to yours, you’re all too eager to reciprocate.

“hey! where’s the damn popcorn?”

a shout from the other room bursts through the little bubble you’ve surrounded yourselves in, a grunt of annoyance slipping past his lips when he leans his forehead against yours. it takes him a full minute before he can turn away from you, but he keeps his fingers hooked in the loop of your jeans when he cracks the door open.

the warm light from the kitchen begins to spill into the closet, highlighting the curve of his broad shoulders and mussed curls. you have to physically restrain yourself from tugging him back in by the collar of his hellfire t-shirt.

“i’m workin’ on it!” eddie shouts, grabbing another packet of popcorn from the shelf beside him.

lord knows one bag wouldn’t be enough for everyone.

“can you grab some more mountain dew, too?” you hear dustin chime in, and you can see the flush of irritation creeping up his neck.

“mouse is already getting more from the garage!” sid retorts, and it’s followed by a light smacking sound which you can only assume is the brim of dustin’s hat being knocked off his head.

“bunch of greedy little gremlins,” eddie grumbles under his breath when he turns around to face you. “speaking of greedy…”

a look of mischief suddenly fills his eyes as he reels you back in, only stopping once your chest is flush against his own. he brushes his thumb over your glossy lips, a playful smirk stretching across his handsome face as he guides your head back.

“one more couldn’t hurt, right?”

it’s a damn miracle you made it out of that closet at all.

but now you’re frozen, a deer caught in the headlights as you sit opposite your brother in the living room. eddie’s eyes widen in alarm as they flick toward you, something that gareth doesn’t miss. 

“i’m not wearing lip gloss, dumbass,” eddie scoffs lightly, licking his lips before wiping his mouth on the sleeve of his shirt.

“so, your spit is just pink and sparkly now, munson?” sid chimes in with a snort, but his amused expression begins to falter when his eyes wander over to you.

and suddenly it feels like all the air has been sucked out of the room.

“no way…” sid scoffs, looking between the both of you with an expression that's a mixture of disbelief and betrayal. “there’s no fucking way.”

it’s undeniable. sid would recognize that guilty look on your face a mile away. but you aren’t kids anymore, and this isn’t the same as when you stole one of his cassette tapes without asking.  

“really, eddie?” he seethes, whipping around to glare at his best friend. “my sister? my little fucking sister?!”

before anyone can react, sid is hopping over the back of the couch and making a beeline for eddie. a calculated shove has him stumbling backward, the bowl of popcorn crashing to the ground and spilling across the hardwood. you rush to your feet in an instant, ignoring the glare your brother throws over his shoulder.

“sid, man…come on, let’s just talk about this.” eddie pleads, raising his hands in surrender.

“talk about what? that you’ve been screwing my sister behind my back?” he hisses and his hands curl into fists at his sides, a pair of talons ready to strike. “or that you both have been lying to me about this for months?”

“we wanted to tell you,” you interject, attempting to put some distance between them but sid just shrugs you off.

“so, what is it then?” sid continues as though you had never spoken, shoving eddie back another step. “is it some weird fucking conquest for you? she’s my baby sister, eddie.”

“it’s…it’s not like that, man,” eddie insists, his eyes finding yours over sid’s shoulder. “i love—”

you hear the sickening crack before you see it, as sid’s fist collides directly with eddie’s nose. a deadly hush falls over the room when eddie slumps back against the wall, crimson droplets beginning to drip down his chin and soak into the worn cotton of his hellfire shirt.

“okay,” eddie mumbles, carefully wiping some blood away from his mouth. “guess i deserved that.”

“what the actual fuck is wrong with you?” your voice cracks as you push past him, putting yourself between the two males before your brother can cause any more damage. 

sid says nothing, just continues to glare at the two of you while you cup your hand over eddie’s nose in an attempt to slow the bleeding. you peer past your brother’s looming form and into the living room, where the startled eyes of the hellfire members greet you. 

“are you all just going to sit there and stare? or can someone get me a towel and some ice?” 

your harsh tone is what snaps them out of their joint stupor, and dustin hurries into the other room with a queasy looking jeff hot on his heels. 

“…so we aren’t finishing the campaign?” mike asks quietly. 

“fuck the campaign.” sid responds with a sneer, storming past you both and slamming the front door behind him without another word. 

“well…” eddie says after a moment, sliding down the wall until he hits the ground with a soft thud. “that went better than i expected.” 

“better?” you ask with an exasperated laugh. “how was that better, eddie?” 

but your boyfriend just peers up at you with a crooked grin, still devastatingly handsome despite the blood smeared across his upper lip. 

“sid didn’t kill me…that’s gotta count for something, right?” 

you let out a soft sigh before sinking to your knees, lightly bumping your forehead against his. 

“you’re an idiot,” you mumble fondly. 

“i love you, too,” he replies. 

series taglist: i desperately need to update this, so i will be in the process of doing that soon. but if you were previously on the list and want to remain on it or you’d like to be taken off, please let me know! <3

[obeythebutler]

Hello, how are you?

I was wondering if I could get Lucifer with the prompt “I could be anything you’d ever need somehow”?

I’m glad to see you back, your works have a special place in my heart ❤️

TW: grief, mentions of death

On a train ride back to the inner circle of the Devildom, your eyes feel heavy.

There's a comforting hum in the air, and your stomach pleasantly full with food. You are tired too, after a weekend of fun in the outskirts with your demons, and this peace brings with it tiredness. The hellfire jasmine weaved into your hair crumples when you attempt to rest your head on the seat, neck straining uncomfortably. Lucifer had plucked the flower for you, and you remember the sharp contrast of white against his black gloves.

You chose comfort over potentially developing an ache, and settle your head on your seat partner—Lucifer's shoulders in a fluid motion as if it's your birthright.

Might as well be, given that he drapes his coat over you after, encircling an arm over you.

Lucifer's scent envelops your senses, the cologne he wears offers familiarity. Everyone else is also half-asleep in their seats, and no one is waking up anytime soon.

You squeeze Lucifer's hand briefly, and feel him squeeze back. Then let the delicious surge of sleep wash over you.

"Luciferrrrr?"

"That tone of voice does not have benign intentions."

"Depends on your interpretation," You say, snaking a hand around his waist, pinching him gently so that he startles a little.

"What is it now?" He muses, eyebrow raised at you in exasperated affection. "Another devilgram reel that you will make me watch at gunpoint?"

You rub your face into his arm. "I want you to participate, actually." Lucifer stiffens at that.

"No." Firm, resounding, absolute. His word is the law.

You have always been lawless.

"Think over it," You propose and take your D.D.D. out to show him the reel that you want him to recreate. A cacophony of moans and pop lyrics assault his eardrums.

"Absolutely not."

"Fineeeeeeeee," You get up, heading towards the door. He still stands firm. Face unimpressed with your antics. Or tomfoolery, as he would put it. "I'll just have to ask someone else then......"

You make sure to walk at a snail's pace towards the oak door, periodically looking back at him with woeful glances. Like a puppy.

He does not budge.

Admitting defeat, you open the door. You will just have to find someone else then.

"Giving up so easily?"

"Is that a yes?"

"Perhaps. Do not get too excited though."

A letter from your realm threatens to shift the world from underneath your feet.

Disbelief clouds your mind, at first. It leads to blind fumbling and a hastily conjured portal, and the seven brothers are left waiting for what is next. You had declined their offer to come along, wanting to go alone.

The sigil ignites at midnight before you arrive. Your eyes are bloodshot, and movements scattered as funeral preparations take over your mind. Their will, their wishes, their life, and the emptiness it brings.

It's a much-needed distraction before the new reality becomes your world.

The mattress shifts underneath your weight as you hold your head in your hands. The acrid smell and the sterile environment of the hospital still lingers in your senses. You should have been with them longer in the human world—talked more—stayed more and—only—only if you were not so selfish.

Your shoulders shake with silent sobs.

Teeth clench together, and your heart threatens to rip out of your chest. You let the sobs out freely now, guilt heavy in your throat. Oh god, they're gone.

You ignore the new weight on your bed, not caring to spare a glance but instead shoving your face in their chest. Your tears dampen his shirt, and you wonder if he might feel the wetness.

"I know," Lucifer mutters, voice small. His hand rubs circles into your back. "I'm so sorry."

Your eyes look bleary.

Five cups of coffee and a half-finished assignment stares at you. Your hand aches too—from holding the pen for hours. Its three a.m. and you have a submission due tomorrow. You cannot afford to ask for a deadline.

Lucifer comes besides you.

"Hi," You mumble, voice groggy.

"Hello," He says, and puts an arms around your aching shoulders. "You should sleep. You have to be up for class in four hours."

"But there is this assignment—"

"Go to sleep," He interrupts, his hand that is around your shoulders now massaging your hand, rubbing circles into the cramped muscle. You release your grip on the pen.

"We will see what is to be done tomorrow." The demon declares with finality.

You do not have the strength to retort, and you mumble into the paper a quiet agreement.

He leads you back to your bed, tucks you into the blanket and kisses your head.

"Goodnight," Lucifer says. "Sleep well."

[lunarasphodel]

Spoilers for episode 89 of Hello from the Hallowoods!!!

(Its just art, but it has some subtle references and one less subtle scene rendition)

MORE DOODS!!!! I’m working on my designs for my favorite Fools :D

I am REALLY obsessed with Moth and Olivier, If you can’t tell. Also I’m happy nimbus is back :D even if everyone else in the Maidstone crew is Suffering!!

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

🎃 Spooky, Spooky Movies 👻

You're nursing a crush on Eddie but you're too shy to approach him. A shared love of spooky movies brings the two of you together.

❤️

You had been quietly nursing this little crush of yours for a while now, Eddie Munson was the object of your affections and your crush had only continued to grow the last month or so. Ever since school started again, you noticed Eddie more and more.

Not that he would notice you. Eddie seemed to have crushes on cheerleaders like Chrissy Cunningham, he wasn't interested in you at all.

If only you had the courage to join Hellfire Club or even something less terrifying like even saying hello to him once in a while. That could be a possibility.

You're pretty sure if you joined Hellfire you would just get all tongue tied around him. It was extremely annoying that he made you like this. If you were around people you knew then you were fine.

However being around the guy you were crushing on reduced you to mush. How you would love to make him laugh by saying something witty or just anything at all.

Secretly you watch Eddie while he's in his element, ranting about conformity, Miss O'Donnell and Jason Carver. His eyes are bright, a tiny smirk on his face as passionately begins talking about his new campaign in D&D.

After a few moments you pack away your things and head out of the cafeteria. You're not paying attention as you should and end up knocking into Eddie. Shit.

Flustered you apologise and Eddie flashes you and all dimpled smile as he gathers up your books for you.

Then his eyes trail down to your shirt and he points to it excitedly. "Jesus h Christ, that shirt is so fucking cool. I take it you're a big fan of spooky movies huh?"

You literally forgot you were wearing your favourite Evil Dead shirt today and smile up at Eddie. You were determined to at least hold a conversation with him and maybe your love of spooky movies was the key?

"Mmm, I think I've rented out every horror movie that Family Video has to offer" his eyes light up and he guides you to The Hellfire table, ignoring the rest of the members as he barked at Mike to make space for you.

The two of you spent most of lunch chatting about horror movies that you liked. When you mentioned you were planning to rent out Poltergeist and either Christine or Friday the 13th he was practically vibrating with excitement.

Then all of a sudden his usual confident demeanour vanishes and he looks suddenly shy, he tugs a piece of his hair across his face and peers at you nervously.

"Uh, I actually have Poltergeist rented out rented out ready, maybe you could come to mine and we could watch it?" Oh.

Was this like a date? No...it couldn't be right? You take a chance and ask him, completely expecting him to blow you off. "You mean like a date?"

He blushes but swiftly glares to silence the rest of Hellfire who begins to cat call and tease Eddie. The look immediately silences them and Eddie gestures for you to follow him out to the corridor. "Away from prying buttheads" he tells you and throws an irritated look at the Hellfire table.

Once you're alone he's a little shy again. "Yeah I mean like a date sweetheart" you're elated and stunned that this is actually happening and you accidentally blurt out something you've been wondering for weeks, maybe months.

"I thought you'd have a crush on Chrissy or the other cheerleaders" you admit and he scoffs.

"I mean Chrissy is sweet and all but no. Kinda got my world turned upside down by a beautiful, spooky movie loving lady" flustered but not wasting any more time, you beam and agree to the date.

"Yeah, I'd love to go on a date with you Eddie" he gawks then makes a show of clutching his heart and swooning, it makes you giggle and maybe fall a little bit more for him.

You didn't realise at the time that the date would be the start of something very special.

All because of your love for spooky movies.

Halloween 1987

Eddie is chatting to Steve as you browse through the horror selection in Family Video. You settle on The Thing, Nightmare on Elm street and Fright Night.

What you're most looking forward to is tomorrow when you and Eddie are going to the movies to see The Lost Boys. Both of you were excited for the film but you were anticipating it the most.

Vampires movies were a secret love of yours and this one looked so good. A perfect film to see before Halloween.

Once you've picked your selection you head up to the counter, Steve whistles as he eyes the titles.

"Ahh I see date night right? Munson's picks I guess?" Eddie snorts.

"My princess loves spooky movies I'll have you know Harrington" yeah you'd never get tired of hearing Eddie call you his princess.

Or for all the Halloween's together that were yet to come.

🎃🍁