#poor guy just cannot catch a break with him

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

i’m obsessed with those “itkg finds out gojo raised megumi” fics & now i’m just giggling at the idea of like every month they find out megumi is someone’s boy. it could be yuuta. shoko. maki. gojo. etc.

kamo is fighting to get megumi as his boy but :( he’s just not valid enough. yuuji is seething at the idea that everyone get to claim megumi as their own in some fucking way but meanwhile, he can barely find the courage to hold his fucking hand.

kugisaki is just wondering if megumi is like the village baby. like does she need to step up? she absolutely will because she needs a doll to practice makeup on & etc. gotta put those lashes to good use.

(also the idea of gojo using jujutsu terms to describe the most parental things like sex. god i don’t even wanna imagine his period talk.)

Megumi had to give the period talk.

It was the second worst and most painful talk of his life. It used to be the first, and then Gojo decided that Megumi needed to learn about safe sex and the magic of his changing body. megumi almost killed them both just to end that conversation.

Tsumiki was unfortunate enough to have hit her period before everyone else in her class, and she was always kind of isolated from the rest of the kids because of Everything with her home life. She wasn't inviting people over for sleepovers, and she didn't really go on them herself. Her mom was completely checked out of her life from a young age. And I head canon her as someone who tends to neglect her own needs in favor of everyone else's. So she had absolutely no idea what was happening when her period came. She hadn't heard of it at school yet. She hadn't heard of it from her mom. She hadn't thought to look up what exactly happened in puberty for herself yet. She thought she was bleeding internally. She thought she was dying. It was a point of hysteria.

It did not help that Shoko had spent years lying wildly about what happened on a girl's "time of the month" to Gojo and Geto. To this day, Megumi has no idea what Gojo thought happened on a woman's period, but it sounds suspiciously like lycanthropy. As a result, Gojo also thought she was bleeding internally. He almost teleported her to Shoko for healing. He was about to take her to a hospital.

Luckily for them both, Megumi secretly loves his sister and had very quietly prepared for this eventuality while hoping beyond hope that it would never come to be.

He didn't want to do it. He just knew that Tsumiki wouldn't think of herself and that she didn't have a mom to walk her through this. At least for him, he knew that Gojo had lived through the amab puberty experience. He assumed that Shoko would step up to the plate when the time came, but Shoko was more of a wine aunt than a mom figure, and he just wanted a contingency if she didn't.

He read a book on what to expect with puberty for afab reproductive systems. He immediately returned this book to the library. He said nothing about any of this to anyone ever. He shut the fuck up about it for years. He was happy not talking about it.

Until Tsumiki got her period. And it was treated like cause for a hospital visit instead of the corner store.

Megumi calmed them both down. He told them that they were going to shut up, sit down, and listen. Absolutely no eye contact would be allowed for the duration of this conversation. They would never speak of this again. There would be no questions at the end. Everyone shut the fuck up and listen.

It was a comprehensive and medically accurate explanation. There were diagrams pulled up from the internet. He gave one (1) stiff hug to his sister and informed her that if they ever spoke of this again, he would have no choice but to kill them both. Then, he went upstairs and tried to forget it ever happened.

legitimately every time they turn around, they find out that Megumi is someone else's Boy. First it's Yuuta, and that's a crisis and a half--mostly for Yuuji, who seethes with a quiet and unexpected jealousy. Then it's Maki, who very unexpectedly fussed over Megumi's injuries after a mission and lectured him about being careful before sending him to bed. Then it's Gojo and finding out that Megumi is literally his boy, like he's his legal adoptive son. Then it's Panda and Inumaki, who have decided that the Village Baby custody agreement that only exists in their head means it's Their Right to harass any of Megumi's potential romantic partners, leading to a very confusing conversation with Itadori, who was still buffering with his gay awakening and hadn't realized he was a potential partner.

It's not Kamo. It's never Kamo.

(Kamo: he could be my boy

Maki, not missing a beat: he really couldn't

Kamo: he could--

Maki: he never will be)

Nobara doesn't have Yuuji's homosexual drive to make Megumi Her Boy but she does have a rapidly developing codependency with him and a healthy sense of competition. Fuck it, he's her boy now. She'll do it better than everyone else. She's got Her Boys and none of them go outside without the other two anymore. They're a Unit. they're gay idiots but they're her gay idiots. Fuck off.

Megumi absolutely has no awareness of any of this happening and would not be happy if he found out it was.

[alister312]

love square study abroad sneak peak 👀 I remember hearing about it in a server and I found the concept very fun

OH YEAH the concept is basically Kyle goes to study abroad and meets and starts dating Christophe, much to the chagrin of Stan and also Gregory. the two of them happen to meet in a bar, hook up, and subsequently start dating in sort of a petty revenge....... much to the chagrin of Kyle and Christophe lmao. good ol' comedy of errors of tophlovski/stangory into style/gregstophe. here's a lil snippet:

“Mon lutin, what are you doing out ‘ere so late?” the man said. His voice was deep, gravely. Grating, Stan thought. “You know what I’m doing,” Kyle said. He gestured to his laptop and the man glanced at Stan. “Ah, talking with ze American ‘oo keeps you from bed.” “Christophe,” Kyle chided, but he smiled as he said the name. Stan wracked his brain, trying desperately to remember who this guy was. The name was familiar, Kyle had said it many times before. Stan was pretty sure they hung out together a lot. Maybe this was his study abroad roommate? Momentarily convinced of this, Stan felt like a freight train hit him when the man– Christophe– grinned at Kyle and nuzzled his neck, planting a kiss there. Oh. Kyle has a boyfriend.  A French boyfriend. That he’s apparently living with.

[anarkhebringer]

If I thought Endobelles' fatherly fretting over Aurene during LWS4 was bad, the moment Braham is even vaguely within eyeshot only two words are gonna come out of his mouth before he storms over at Mach 10.

"MY BABY"

[arthur-lesters-left-shoulder]

Hes just so unfortunate💔

Waiting for jonny to say that there is a michael shelley in this universe, but he was hit by a car in like 2011 and is dead

[thetrasha]

One Piece: The Princes of Pining

How down bad are they?

SANJI

∞/10

Sanji… oh, poor Sanji! He’s a hopeless romantic through and through. He wants to be at your beck and call, he wants to make you happy… because he’s never been happy. He has his dreams, yes, but they pale in comparison to his bleeding heart he tries to protect by uselessly flirting with every woman he comes across. Can’t reject him that way, can they? They know he doesn’t really mean it. Sure… he genuinely cares and wants to make people smile and show him that he’s worth something, but deep down he doesn’t believe a word they say. Yes, he’s a great chef, an even better prince charming and a phenomenal judge of character – but he’s also depressingly sad. At first, you were just like all the others. A woman to be taken care of! Another way to get a drop of validation and a whisper of true love without the real work that goes into a relationship, without showing who he really is, without revealing just how pathetic he thinks he is…

Unfortunately for him, you’re so glad he’s here, and you tell him that quite confidently. Often.

And it breaks him.

Why are you trying to do something nice for him? It’s fine! You don’t have to talk to him at all, he’s fine with cooking in silence and humming on occasion. Absolutely not! You’re not cleaning up after him, you’re a delicate flow-

The thing is, though, it scares him. Sticking around without expecting anything from him shocks him to his very core. Sanji knows that you’re amazing. You pull your own weight, you’re a vital part of the crew and you care for everyone… but his heart cannot help but beat uncontrollably whenever you’re near, even if you just see him as a good friend. He fantasises about what could have been if he were more of a man and woo you properly, if only he had the courage to sweep you off your feet – but… life has dealt its cards.

So he’s pining. Bad.

The others think it’s super obvious, but then again… they also think you’re quite obviously affectionate with him and he doesn’t notice a damn thing.

Sanji subtly tries way harder, even if he thinks that he doesn’t have a chance anyway. He stands up straighter, argues with Zoro even more frequently, makes you two an extra meal, just to feel closer to you... He talks to you all the time and remembers every detail.

Sometimes he’s smoking, leaning on the railing and dreaming about you. Those moments have become an everyday occurrence these days, because he just cannot stand being on the same ship as you without being able to hug and kiss you, without touching your skin, without loving you.

And Sanji desperately tries to hide his smile when you come find him and talk to him about the latest gossip in the girls’ quarters while you hand absentmindedly reaches for him.

Somehow, you always come around to find him when he's down.

You’re always there.

And you appreciate him even when he doesn’t go out of his way to show you what a catch he is.

…He loves you, doesn’t he?

ACE

10/10

Ace is another one who ranks high on the self-hatred scale, but for entirely different reasons. His self-worth issues poison every single aspect of his life and he cannot recognise his own worth even though he rationally knows that he’s an okay-guy, maybe more… he doesn’t know. All that he knows is the visceral pain in the pits of his soul whenever he thinks of his unique circumstances – he wishes he’d never been born in the first place. He’d hate to disrespect his mother like that, she wouldn’t know about his plight, but he doesn’t know how to come to terms with the fact that his biological father abandoned him, abandoned his purpose, and made him into a Devil. Ace doesn’t know why that guy is so famed and feared when his chosen father isn’t just a great leader but a phenomenal role model, too. Many may disagree – particularly those belonging to the Navy kind, but he doesn’t care. Whenever he’s with his friends, he doesn’t feel any sudden fatigue plaguing him. The restless nights and endless nightmares filled with taunts and hate suddenly don’t seem so problematic anymore. He’s found his calling and he is so happy to call Whitebeard his dad. Said title seemed so humble compared to the saviour he really is in his eyes.

Perhaps that’s why you unsettled him. His dad liked you a lot. The old man spent time with you and enjoyed your gentle nature. Ace didn’t know your role back then, he didn’t care to know if he was honest with himself… he hated you. He was jealous of you and the way you instantaneously clicked with the man who’d saved his life, a man so careless he’d crouch down to make himself appear less intimidating in front of you despite his old age and terrible state of health.

You noticed that Ace began competing with you… and you didn’t know why. He was technically your boss, why would he see you as an equal in the first place? In your confusion, you turned to Whitebeard who just laughed in amusement. And your Commander watched from the sidelines, pouting.

Ace hated you. He hated you so much.

...Until you started spending time with him because your captain, his dad, suggested it. And Ace would rather die than disappoint the man who’d given him what he always wanted – a father figure. So he kept you around, passively at first but getting more enthusiastic with time.

His dislike towards you was so natural in the beginning but he found himself enjoying your presence at some point. You were more than comrades in arms – you became true friends. And sleeping by your side eased his nightly troubles. You didn’t cure the flesh wound on his heart, but you consistently mended it, one day at a time.

He couldn’t bear looking at you when you turned around in your own hammock, shivering from the wind.

You’d hate it if he helped you out.

He’s broken. Totally shattered. Nobody wants that baggage, especially not when he lifts the veil and shows his true personality.

Less extravagant, less confident, less fun – worthless.

His flame would die.

He’d just keep being your friend.

It’s all a monster like him can ask for…

BUGGY

9/10

Buggy believes that nobody would ever love him… or even like him for all that matters. He’s so cynical that he scoffs at women before they’ve taken a proper glance at him – before they could laugh in his face and whisper amongst themselves about his… rather strange looks. He completely ruled out the chance of ever being with someone who means it and it made him bitter. Buggy is so dejected by this that every bit of self-loathing turns outwards in fits of blind rage and petty anger. His crew knows that he’s easy to tip off; one word about that godforsaken nose and there would be Hell on Earth waiting for them for days to come.

He plays the tough guy to discourage anyone from mocking him any further. His need for self-aggrandising displays of strength and cunning stem from a place of deep insecurity about his appearance. Whatever he can do to make it less painful, to cushion the impact – He does it. He’s become a fanatic perfectionist when it comes to matters of make-up because it may distract some people from the you-know-what in the middle of his face. He’s taken on the image of a fool and oversees a pillaging circus because he’d rather force people to laugh with him instead of at him.

He’d never admit that he’s miserable though.

Maybe that’s why he started treating you so poorly recently…

All had been normal for the first few months. You briefly got to know him when your social circle overlapped, meaning you find yourself serving Buggy the Star Clown far more often than you’d anticipated. It’d been professional, you did your job diligently and without any complaints. He was the boss. Whatever he says, goes.

With enough time he became sour, criticised things that meant absolutely nothing, but you acknowledged it because it was still reasonable and solely about your craft. As soon as he riled you up just to get a rise out of you, you were electrified with anger as well. So you talked back – all the time now.

Meanwhile, Buggy was painfully aware of his gigantic crush on you. It shouldn’t even have happened. You certainly didn’t make it known that you were interested, but your honesty and morale is what completely drew him in. Sure, you were easy on the eyes, too, but that doesn’t keep his interest for long because he hates himself too much to entertain the mere thought of that. This attitude had protected him throughout the years, yet as soon as he faces an actually nice person his coping mechanism breaks down?! Ridiculous!!

You never lashed out at him, no matter how hard he tried to squeeze the truth out of you, how much he wanted to see you blow up at him and ridicule his looks just to prove it to himself that he was utterly hopeless… but you just wouldn’t budge. You started arguing with him but wouldn’t take a swing and land a right hook right on his fucking nose. No…

You had turned to banter. You’d lost all respect because you were suddenly very aware of the fact that he was constantly bluffing, and you just smirked at him.

You damn tease, prancing around without a care in the world after you dug your claws into him and stole his heart.

But at least you were polite enough to ignore his whimper whenever you’d playfully tease him with your hands around his shoulders.

Oh fuck…

BROOK

8/10

Despite his advanced age he has shockingly little life experience. Sometimes he thinks that he’s hallucinating and haunts the ship in the dead of the night when all the other members of the Straw Hat crew are asleep. He believes that, at any moment now, he will wake up in a cold sweat in the middle of the Florian Triangle while holding onto the skeletal corpses of his former comrades – during those moments, he cannot properly rationalise that he gave them a proper burial at sea decades ago so that they may rest in peace. Music is the only thing that saves him when he’s like this. The wind carries his anguished melodies miles away, causing many villagers and pirates alike to mention an eerie song they heard in their sleep, like an omen of death.

Brook wants to be so much more than that, he wants to bring joy and mess around with people, just like he was used to when the unthinkable happened. He is grateful for his second chance at life, he just cannot help but mourn the life that he’s lost.

He’s an acclaimed musician, people love his music, they recognise him, and he’s found some reliable friends who have his back no matter what – not that he has one!

Anyways… he wishes he could sing more accurately about love. He knows family, he knows friendship but romance completely evaded him. Brook doesn’t know whether the memories that creep up in his head are him actually indulging in real flings with real people or whether they’ve been made up by half a century of loneliness and solitude. He wishes he’d know for certain because he knows that it’s all that he has left now.

Nobody would want a literal bag of bones – his longing was long dead before it emerged again, before he felt sane enough to let his mind wander again… but never stray too far.

His fellow crew mates were all beautiful in their own way, so bright and youthful. The women in particular were tough – so otherworldly beautiful, far exceeding the fragments of his lost life, so lethally intelligent and so different from one another. He appreciated Nami for her excellence, diligence and her silver tongue. She always knew how to live it up, yohoho! Robin was known for her survival skills, sharp mind and spooky comments. They were great friends and he cherished them.

You, though… you were his friend, too. Brook treasured your friendship greatly. It’s just that… you were so much more than that. He drew inspiration from your beauty, grace and tenderness, like you were his muse. All those songs he dedicated to your greatness was nothing compared to the graciousness you provided. Some of the others were hesitant to touch him, assuming that he was frail, but you sought him out for protection even know he knew that you could take care of some classless scoundrels. Still, you trusted him, wrapped your arms around his thin torso and pressed your warm skin against his cold bones. He could hardly feel the sensation because it suddenly felt like he’s had his heart back… just for a moment. Brook sensed the flutter in his chest and shivered, not knowing how to express himself.

He was falling in love with you. This is what this was.

But he wouldn’t ever confess his love to you, thinking that he’d be robbing you of your life.

He’s a dead man walking… and you’re so vibrantly alive.

He couldn't do that to you.

[yandere-daydreams]

can’t stop thinking about lil damian being bat-sis’ respite from the freaks, because they have only one rule and it is Don’t Let Damian See. BECAUSE HE IS A CHILD. and he hatesss when you try to hang around him like a seagull looking for scraps. he thinks you’re simpering and stupid and father finally perfected the art of making a kid (he’s the best offspring, duh) so why does Bruce need another whelp?

He starts to look at it like a science project: how long can you spend in Dick’s company before you start looking for an exit? what is the ratio of time spent outside with Jason to your general grouchiness when you return? would you choose to be his punching bag in training over having “girl time” with Steph? how long can Tim stare at you from across the library before you turn to Damian and read aloud to him? like he’s a baby. and then he begins to test that: how much will you pamper him if it means you don’t have to hang out with bruce’s fake kids? Will you pose so he can paint you? will you help him with his school projects? will you hold his hand while he crosses the street? he saw it in a movie once, when you had him curled up next to you as a buffer between you and Dick, surely it’s a real thing. And you indulge him because he’s starting to seem like a sweet kid - clearly he was putting up a front when you first met the little guy and he actually quite likes having an older sister. yeah he’s still a bit mean, but he shows you his paintings and puffs out his chest a little when you say they’re amazing. so, it’s not that bad. But then Dick starts to become a Freak over how motherly you’re being with his kind-of-brother, kind-of-son-that-one-time-when-their-dad-died. And Jason becomes a Freak over how sweet you are even after Damian breaks your finger when you catch his punch in training (Damian wraps it for you after, that’s basically an apology). And Tim is a freak over the fact that you let Damian rest his head on your lap after a long day at school. And it gets harder for the older bat boys to hide their thoughts about you.

And to your horror, you realize that now they have leverage. That during a big family dinner, with Dick’s hand on your thigh, and Jason’s hickey on your collar, and Tim’s fucking spend in your underwear - the only way to keep this away from the poor kid sitting across from you at the dinner table, is to bend a little to the numerous demands of you.

Sorry Dami, I can’t hang out this afternoon, I said I’d help Jason with his motorcycle repair. I know I promised I’d read with you. I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry.

(is this sad? it’s supposed to be sad. even in fanfiction Damian can’t stop being a tool of control for the people around him 😔)

fjkdlsjfkldjklsjfkl anon your mind is HOT. ngl i have been sitting on this ask for a while just because i feel like i have to re-read it every couple of days, but i simply cannot keep it to myself forever.

damian has such a,,, particular role in batfam stuff methinks. he's not really old enough to be aware of his brothers' less savory intentions or that he's being used, in someway or another, as a pawn, but he has to know that something isn't right. dick's been visiting the manor more often, now that you're staying here full time. jason is more possessive of you than his other siblings, despite your complete and total failure in all things combat or vigilante related. tim gets twice as agitated as he usually does when damian interrupts your time together, despite that time never being put towards anything productive. it's off. it's different. it's not bad, per-say, but it's not good, either.

and then there's the way you act around him - clingy, nurturing, pathetic. you're too eager to please, too desperate to be in his proximity, no matter how clear he makes it that he's not interested in entertaining his father's lesser spawn. you'll run any errand, no matter how trivial. you'll help him train, no matter how many times he breaks you. you'll do anything, so long as it means you're in the same room as him. if bruce hadn't made it clear that you're here to stay, then he might've tried leaving you in a cardboard box on some city corner. clearly, you don't mind when people treat you like an unwanted pet.

and then, you realize you are unwanted. and then, you leave.

you don't try to help him with his homework, anymore. you're always in jason's shop, always too dead-eyed and worn down by the time he lets you go to ask what he's covering in school. you don't compliment his paintings, anymore. tim's tainted your perception - always pulling you to the side, always showing you something on his phone that makes your lips purse and your face pale. you still take him on daytrips, sometimes, but dick's always with you, now, always holding your hand and steering you away from damian. it's annoying. it's disappointing - to think that you'd suddenly decide your time is better spent with them than with him.

he's thankful to be left alone. at least, that's what he tells himself when dick stops letting him into your bedroom, when tim explains that you weren't going to hang out with a kid forever. you haven't bothered him in weeks. you haven't done much of anything in weeks, and that's for the best.

his brothers wouldn't be so happy about it, if it wasn't for the best.

[birdofcauthon14]

Terminally drawn to the idea of Jack just...being the guy who, for all his life, has never been able to catch a break. Poor or working class upbringing. An Army Rangers career that he thought would give him a way out, but in the end only took his leg, killed his trust in his country, and left him with suicidal PTSD. Marrying the love of his life, maybe even a high school sweetheart, only to lose her during med school or his residency. A new, utterly thankless career in a rapidly worsening healthcare industry, with all the horror, ruined lives, ungrateful corporate assholes, and merciless shifts it entailed.

Jack Abbot, who cannot catch a break, but still keeps fighting on - like he was trained to do, like he knows how to do - for all of those precious times he's able to help somebody else get one of those breaks he missed.

(hi @popeabbot very much thought of you while I wrote this)

[craziertogether]

will’s character is equally as nerfed as mikes.

tbh i hate to say it but it’s equally as valid to say that will’s character arc is equally as nerfed as mike’s IF byler isn’t endgame. will has been nothing but the stereotype of tragic gay kid. he’s experienced nothing but misery from the second he was introduced.

abusive, sexist, homophobic, AND absent father (who may have SA’d him, if you subscribe to that belief).

bros also literally canonically poor asf like brother… get your bag up fr.

LITERALLY GOES MISSING for a week and has his death FAKED by the government.

will’s trauma isn’t actually unpacked on screen, we’re left to wonder what happened to him and how he was able to survive in the upside down for that week when bigger and tougher people have died.

been possessed by the mindflayer for all of S2, brother cannot catch a break

forced to have a connection with the UD, vecna, and all that even after his trauma from literally being stuck there for a week

love joyce but her overbearing nature in the seasons isn’t that great for him either because as will said “everyone treats him like he’s different” (except someone hmm i wonder why)

set up to be this sad bullied kid, described as “all alone” by mike FROM THE BEGINNING. bullied by troy in life and even after his “death”. isn’t even accepted when he does come back to school in s2

is low-key replaced by eleven by the group while he’s gone. (i love willel don’t start)

mike replaces him for el, lucas and max aren’t as close with him in season 3, dustin has suzie and the russians plot line

wants to play DND all summer and is ignored just to have his best friends leave and join a new party like not even a little bit later bro.. the SECOND they joined hs 😭💀

has basically been sidelined for 2 full seasons as the guy who gets a tingly neck feeling every 3 weeks. he’s not even considered smart or brave anymore, js the guy with the little itty bitty twitches on his neck and loves to touch it

is STILL not well liked by his peers in california plot line because of his sister

lowk is forced to become siblings with the girl that his first love is dating (again love willel stop)

tragically plays match maker for the doomed couple (literally the ONLY person who cares about their relationship)

is written to be a sad gay boy in love with his childhood best friend since idk SEASON 1. don’t get me started in why this is actually js torturous to have done if it will end with m*leven endgame.

hes basically a prop for this ship that is TECHNICALLY STILL canonically true but leaves will with all his trauma and gay pining to currently be put at risk of being sidelined forever for the development of m*leven (painting lie)

wasted how much time on that masterpiece of a painting to then sit in a HOT ASS VAN and pour his entire soul into mike just to try and salvage a dead relationship

forced him to lie to his BEST friend, who, even if they byler not endgame is the most important person in will’s life next to his mother.

forced to LITERALLY COMFORT THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE as he’s still being a gay mess and struggling to say that he loves his own fake girlfriend

sat through mike’s piece of shit monologue and heard him tell his gf that he loved her like 10 times

not only was the monologue garbage but it probably felt genuine to will who’s been on the receiving end of mike’s motivational talks. although he should’ve clocked it as in-genuine, he probably feels like he doesn’t remember mike anymore bc they haven’t talked in months in this essay i will-

basically if byler isn’t canon, will is set up to be amongst the worst characters in the show. maybe his connection to the UD is deep as hell but even if they explain will’s secret powers or connection to the upside down, his personal development outside of the supernatural is absolutely DOG SHIT. he could be more powerful than el in the telepathy world and it would still feel like emotionally he’s been nothing but a sad doormat for the writers that only gets remembered every time there’s a small disturbance in the UD. like no development except pure torture and sidelining him for two whole seasons to be nothing more than sad gay boy that the entire GA hates bc it threatens m*leven endgame.

[temiizpalace]

helloo may I request a prompt for the love triangle event please?

I'd like to ask for Jade and Vil with prompt 3 where they both offer their shoulders to rest on! tysmm

☆┊PUT YOUR HEAD ON MY SHOULDER! NOT HIS! (👑 vs.🐬)

SUMMARY: THEY BOTH OFFER HIS SHOULDER TO REST ON. WHO KNEW IT BECAME A FULL BLOWN WAR!

CHARACTERS: vil schoenheit vs. jade leech

EVENT MASTERLIST

WARNINGS: no determined end couple, jealousy, mentions of jade ssr vignette

NOTES: eel mafia vs a world star. sure why not!!! thank you for your request!

reader is g/n, reader is yuu

˚∘☆∘˚

vil did not mind helping you study.

actually, it was quite flattering. all these students around you with incredible grades, and you hand selected him as your tutor. i guess it was only natural. smart and goodlooking? you have good taste.

“and you have to carry the 7 or else it’ll throw off your entire answer. keep note of that.” he pointed at the equation on your worksheet. “ohhh.. that makes sense. thanks vil!” you smile, eagerly writing down the answer. your happy smile was so enthralling. a moment that cannot be captured elsewhere. a one of a kind sight. thank goodness he was an actor, hiding his emotions came like second nature.

if only you were alone together...

“well done, prefect. that was a difficult problem.” jade chuckles, nodding as you solved another equation. “at this rate, you’ll become quite the mathematician.” vil was less than pleased to be accompanied by jade.. especially considering what a manipulator that man could be. he’s already been played for a fool once, he doesn’t dare allow you to fall under similar influence.

“your steadily improving. i say finish a few more problems and you should have it memorized.” vil adds, pulling out a couple more pages. “oh! that’s.. uhm.. can we take a little break?” you ask hesitantly, fearing the tall stack of papers vil had seemingly grabbed out of thin air. almost offended by the thought, vil scoffs.

“this isn’t only about the material, it is also routine. perhaps not this entire stack, but we must do a few more to ensure you’ll continue to do well.” vil places a new worksheet in front of you, sounding like an enraged father when their child can’t memorize the multiplication table. “yes sir..” you mumble.

“oh come now, vil. the poor prefect looks positively exhausted. just look at their eyebags.” jade sighs, suddenly patting your shoulder. as much as he hates to admit, jade had a point. your eyebags stick out like a sore thumb. what an idiot he was to not notice sooner, a fault on his part. “tell me, [MC], when have you last slept?” jade asks, making you flinch.

“next question, please.” you reply, breaking into a cold sweat. the eel tuts in disapproval, shaking his head with a frown. “this simply cannot do. didn’t you know you need at least 8 hours of sleep?” it felt like a lecture. an incredibly boring and uninteresting one.

“agreed. beauty rest is important and staying up late is horrible for your skin,” vil adds, massaging is temples. “i’ll send you some of my own personal skincare for you to use and hide your eyebags, but you must get adequate amounts of sleep.” he huffs, crossing his arms. “okay, okay, i hear you both.” you yawn, stretching your arms out.

“please, rest now. we can always carry on another day.” jade smiles, patting his shoulder for you to rest on. “i can rest there?” you ask, a bit taken aback. “what’s the catch?” vil raises a brow, feeling uneasy with jade’s suggestion. it might be the jealousy, but something doesn’t sit right with him. “please, my intentions are entirely pure. i want nothing more than to see our beloved prefect resting well.”

jade put a hand over his heart, keeping his usual expression while hiding the beating of his heart. “mostro lounge might need their vice soon, no? the prefect may rest on my shoulder. i insist.” vil points to his shoulder, imploring you to place your head onto it. “huh?? guys it’s fine seriousl—“

“mostro lounge can handle itself, i assure you.” jade cuts you off, finding vil’s intense glare quite amusing. it was clear he was livid, and honestly that was the best source of entertainment jade could ask for. “i just wish to care for the prefect. your presence is excused.” vil waves jade off, signaling for him to get lost.

“oh? but wouldn’t having [MC] rest on your shoulder be harmful to your image and theirs? think of the scandals that might go around.. fufu, quite intriguing, hm?” jade hums, lifting a gloved hand to his chin. “i have a man taking care of any possible scandal that might go around, so that is truly the least of my concern.” vil smiles smugly, standing his ground.

as the argument, or rather, civil discussion, continued, the drowsiness began to capture your body. their murmuring began to sound like soft lullabies as you allowed the sleep to take you. your head rested against the hard wooden desk, staying unnoticed til both boys heard your snores.

“they look quite peaceful.” vil murmurs softly, looking at you with a twinkle in his eyes. “breathtaking.” jade coos, brushing stray hairs out of your face.

this rivalry wasn’t over, oh no, much farther from that. however, to keep you sleeping for as long as you could, they’ll hold off their insults and bite their tongue.

how could you turn him like this?

A/N: sbsbsbsb writing is feeling difficult lately

date published: 9/16/24

[yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt]

Top Six Arcane Characters ranked in reverse-order of how much silly fucking nonsense they have to put up with throughout the runtime of the show

6. Cassandra Kiramman (daughter became a cop [I'm so sorry girl], daughter randomly goes missing for several days and breaks into her own house shot in the leg with a fucking homeless lesbian, gets killed by Zaun literally four seconds after being convinced to grant them sovereignty, and if there is an afterlife she had to watch her daughter crash out spectacularly using her very own initiative to gas the poor. Embarrassing.)

5. Ekko (every single Topsider he meets is next-level stupid and he has to hold their hand like a baby even when they are a literal genius. Had to watch Cait say "The enforcers aren't oppressing you guys that's not true :( !!" with a straight face, had to watch Jayce say "Oh yeah we put the hexgate here so that if it blew up it would only release dangerous arcane-gamma rays upon YOUR people so nobody who actually matters would die" with a straight face, had to find out the founder of the city that oppressed him his entire life was literally just a stupid old man with a banjo, Jesus fucking Christ. He is low on this list because of the amount of silly nonsense he subjected other people to, especially in the AU. Also he threw a time-machine bomb at God which wasn't so much something that happened to him but felt worth mentioning)

4. Jayce Talis (literally on a constant mission to keep his very fragile partner from killing himself through sheer scientific negligence and is consistently thwarted by either Viktor's impulsivity, the narrative, or him-fucking-self. Had to go to the shadow realm while Heimer and Ekko partied in Utopia playing the banjo and dancing to silly little songs and the first person he has the absolute misfortune to see when he gets back is fucking Salo I would kill myself)

3. Mel Medarda (practically runs a counsel full of idiots twice her age at like 25, himbo situationship's twink almost dies every time they try to fuck, has to deal with her mother ravaging twinks with her eyes right in front of Mel's salad, got kidnapped by witches for literally no reason)

2. Silco (Girldad who somehow, despite being one of the least mentally hinged people in the undercity, has an even less hinged daughter who so regularly blows things up and kills people that he scolds her about it as though she'd just snuck out past curfew. Has to work with a gaggle of dumbasses to produce and distribute his sterocainoin I mean Shimmer who regularly plot to kill him but are legitimately too stupid and useless to pull it off, his factory got randomly busted up and a bunch of his employees killed by an angry twenty-something with pink hair and also The Guy From The Fucking Posters [imagine Niel DeGrasse Tyson and a twenty-two year old homeless lesbian blow up your job like tell me you wouldn't have a stroke] and had to deal with a TREMENDOUS amount of nonsense in the AU where Ekko out of nowhere reminds him of his Most Traumatic Memory Ever and also the founder of Piltover blows up and his teenage stepkid is the only one who saw it happen.)

1. Sevika (Literally cannot ever catch a break for one second. Just wanted to help Zaun be free from Piltover and gets absolutely bodied by one or the other of Felicia and Connol's cursed fucking daughters every other episode in season 1, loses a combined total of like four??? arms, is forced to clean up the typically VERY bloody messes of her boss's unhinged daughter because he's such a pookie-wookie that he refuses to discipline her in any way, becomes the unwilling parent of two (2) mentally ill orphans, is subjected to Jinx's constant jokes at the expense of her missing arm (which Jinx is responsible for, by the way) gets given a political position as some form of shitty reparation when she is NOT a politician she is the guy who backs up the revolutionaries like miss girl just wanted to gamble punch people and fuck whores can you let her live her life??? Is one of the few people to survive and probably hates every minute of it)

[forsaken-headcanons]

*kicks down the door* HI ITS ✨️ ANON BACK I HAVE MORE HEADCANONS STOCKPILED :D (Guess who I like making hcs about lmao)

-> Noli only knows about love through the insane amount of telenovelas and dramas this guy used to watch. Their themes may or may not have changed over time with his relationship with 07 (basically from shows that go "omg they're so in love" to "messy breakups, drama everywhere". He may have projected on some of them whilst watching (Noli will never admit that though.)

-> 007n7 has the most insane amount knowledge you can ever have for a regular robloxian. It can range from significant events to the most random facts ever. He's the one guy you don't want to go against during school trivias, r.i.p the aspiring teen that wanted to impress their crush by knowing a handful of facts, they got decimated by 07 and could not get up 😔

-> Judge Taph's nests all you want, that guy gets results. It's a little insane to see how the demolitionist manages to be 5 steps ahead of the killers. Probably a major target early game, asides from Elliot

-> Speaking of, Elliot is insanely quick on his feet. This is mainly due to the fact that he's constantly needing to switch between multiple jobs in Builder Brother's + the fact that he's a prime target for killers (being the only healer and all). If there ever was some sort of evacuation needed, this guy would be out of the door in seconds.

-> Loveshot Dusekkar was a joke between admins that went too far. Dusekkar was given a dare to cosplay and did not hesitate to go all out. A little embarrassed to wear it nowadays but it is genuinely an impressive cosplay, especially since it was done on a whim. Noob literally squealed and was vibrating waiting to yap about it for an entire round (ref to prev hc dump)

-> Shedletsky, when he went by Telamon, had 3 pairs of wings: One on his back, the second on his waist area, and the third around the sides of his head. His face was constantly obstructed by the head wings, with only a few robloxians seeing one small feature: a singular eye, blazing, filled with hatred and a need for bloodshed. (The wings part are relevant to a future hc!)

^ Adding onto this, before he stepped down and went by Shedletsky, he had a major fight with 1x1 resulting in him sealing them off and needing to hide for the sake of his survival. If it weren't for the fact that he was critically injured, he still would've gone by Telamon, just less violent.

-> Two Time is nicknamed "Nightshade" by Azure, whilst Azure is called "Aster" by Two Time! This may or may not be relevant in a future hc, you were warned :)

-> Chance likes to flip a coin for yes/no decisions or anything that has two options. He once flipped a coin to choose what they'd have for breakfast, didn't like the option, flipped it again, and again, and again, until it finally landed on heads, picking the second option to eat. If you ever say that was unnecessary he'd tell you that you're wrong.

-> When on the clock, Shedletsky and Builderman are a force to be reckoned with, making quick work of any errors and captured any exploiters that were too arrogant. Off the clock though, their dynamic is basically the same as the "Name a mexican dish that ends with '-ito'!" audio.

^ Shedletsky would be the one to say "Dorito" with a confident expression, no questions asked. An exploiter in disguise cannot believe wtf they're seeing. THIS is the guy who's known for making quick work of hackers?? WHY IS BUILDERMAN ENCOURAGING HIM???

-> Despite how professional Builderman may seem, he's quite casual and goofy when there's nothing to worry about. Poor guy is stressed in Forsaken though, man cannot catch a break 😔

-> I know that everyone is in agreement with chubby/dad bod 07, but sometimes I think this guy could be built like a twig. Thin structure due to not eating enough both pre and mid-dad arc, constantly prioritizes his son's health over his, and only eats enough to get through the day. Having dessert is a luxury for this man, someone please give him a cake slice or a nice tart 💔

-> If circumstances were different, 007n7 would've been an employee or a scripter at Roblox HQ. Hell, he could've had what it takes to be an admin. The forsakened admins have thought about this scenario multiple times, a shame that this is the timeline wherein it wouldn't be the case though. (Honestly I wanna think more about this possibility/au. Thoughts?)

-> 007n7 is one hell of a baker in the most positive way. If he was given the right ingredients and enough time, this man would be able to make a real good vanilla cake/delicious and chocolate-y brownies. Making your own desserts is cheaper and more rewaring after all! (He doesn't want to talk about his first attempts at baking. That is a memory best left unvisited. Smoke. everywhere.)

^ The one recipie he knows by heart is the recipie for a chocolate cake, specifically c00lkidd's favorite. He last made it for his 10th birthday, but it was never eaten due to him going missing on that same day. The cake has likely gone bad, since the one person that it was baked for is now gone. Oh well, it's just a cake, it's not like it was anything important. Who would care about a cake rotting away in a house? (Those last few sentences weren't about the cake anymore.)

-> Breaking 007n7's c00lgui is a dangerous thing to do, both in a physical and mental sense for him. With how in-tune he is with his gui, having it destroyed would likely mess with his own code, causing him to glitch. In terms of mental-related stuff, he would likely spiral. Sure, he's not supposed to be hacking and should be glad that it's destroyed, but it held too much. All the past "journals" that he's done (ref to old hc), all the screenshots and photos that were saved, the sentimental value and memory that it held in its memory bank, it's irreplacable. If he didn't retire ages ago, your body would be hard to locate. But since he's mellowed down and cannot act on that anger, all he can do is translate it into grief and sadness. If anyone ever points out the fact that it's "him clinging onto his life of being a hacker" (a bold lie) at LEAST 2 people would need to hold him back.

-> 007n7 has a TON of supressed rage and anger that he doesn't act out on. His days of hacking were an outlet for him, baring his anger towards Robloxia and how it treated him ever since he was a kid for all the world to see. Since he quit though, he had to keep it together for the sake of his son. He kept a couple of journals when it got too much, pouring out the anger in there so that his temper never overflows. When he gets forsakened, he loses his only proper outlet for his frustration. Thank god The Spectre disabled his weapon summoning command otherwise those killers (except for his son) would have to face the wrath of a sentinel with 10 years of supressed anger and 18 crashouts.

^ He vividly imagines it though, and sometimes wishes he could act upon it at times. (Look his baby boy, the one thing that kept him together, was taken away. He is not doing so great and all he needs is a couple of pushes and a weapon in order to make his violent thoughts a reality.)

-> 1x, being an embodiment of Telamon's hatred, can sense negative emotions. He can feel the fear creeping down your neck, the grief over a teammate dying, and absolutely relishes in the feeling of their creator's self-loathing. So imagine their suprise when he stumbles upon 007n7 on a bad day and is met with a burning sensation of anger, just about to blow over. It's suprising how much a mortal can contain that much rage inside them and not act upon it, 1x was a tiny bit inpressed. They proceed to try and do anything to make him snap, to see what happens when all that rage is finally set free and expressed. 007n7 is barely keeping it together.

*sloppily places the door back*

[Whoops, seems like my hand slipped. Guess there's angst now.]

[Also! I sure do hope that mod c00lkidd read that part about Two Time and Azure :) I say as I rub my hands together evily like a fly]

- ✨️

haha that's nice. say what if we fucking kill you /majorj /vvvvpos

AUGH. OW. OWWWWWW ENOUGHHH WHAT IF WE APPROACHED YOUR GENERAL DIRECTION . HUH . (< lying we are not but SOMEDAY /silly)

these are so peak... 7n7 being a twig 😭 someone get this man some CARBS.

[lxkeee]

MY LOVE, IS MINE ALL MINE

—PART SEVEN

PAIRING: LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR X FEM! FALLEN ANGEL! READER

FANDOM: HAZBIN HOTEL

GENRE: ROMANCE

WARNINGS: CURSING & ADAM

NOTES: I tried to write the fight scene but I think it's shit sooo anyways, hope you guys like it lol

PART ONE | PART SIX | FINALE

“Are you worried...?” [y/n] asked softly against Lucifer's chest as they cuddled on his bed, his thumb rubbing circles on her back. These past few months they have gotten closer, though unsure how to speak about their growing feelings for each other. They both know but also don't know how to approach the other and talk about it. They had a mutual unspoken agreement that both of them aren't ready yet, especially Lucifer who cannot yet part from his beloved wedding ring.

Lucifer sighs, clearly worried. Today is the extermination day and he is scared for his daughter but despite his power, he doesn't have enough to intervene unless heaven breaks their contract then he'll have to do something about it.

“Of course, I am.” he whispers, his hand squeezing [y/n]'s waist slightly, [y/n] noticing it immediately and sighs before pulling herself away from his embrace and sitting down beside him on the empty spot of his bed, making Lucifer pout slightly at the loss of contact.

“I understand but if something does happen, we will both be there to help them.” [y/n] says with a small smile, poking the redness of his cheek. [Y/n] admired him, the soft pink lighting coming from the tinted windows caressing his light complexion, adding depth to his otherworldly beauty. Truly divine.

His eyes half-lidded as he gazed at her, she was sitting against the streak of light, the shadows accentuating her features, he admired her [e/c] eyes hidden behind her long eyelashes, the plumpness of her lips, the softness of her cheeks. All of her is beautiful to him.

Lucifer quickly shakes off his thoughts, what were they doing again?

With a sigh, he smiled at her, “Yes, we'll be there to help if something ever goes wrong.” he says, slowly intertwining his hand with hers and with her squeezing his in return after. The two looked at each other with smiles on their faces, eyes dilated as they saw the other through heart shaped glasses.

Unfortunately, the peaceful atmosphere was broken as Lucifer's eyes widened, something that [y/n] noticed immediately which made her worried.

“Is there something wrong?” [y/n] asked, worried as she can clearly see the distress look on Lucifer's face. He quickly sat up and held her shoulders.

“We have to go, now!” Lucifer exclaimed, distressed and [y/n] can already tell that something happened with Charlie. She nodded and allowed Lucifer to hold her hand as he pulled her inside with him to a portal he just opened.

Finally arriving, anger flashed within their veins. Realizing the situation, Charlie getting choked by none other than Adam, Vaggie being held back by Lute, and the others surrounded by multiple exorcists.

Lucifer and [y/n] looked at each other, not needing to speak what they wanted to convey to each other.

“I'll handle Adam.”

“Then I'll handle Lute and the others, stay safe.”

“You too. Please, I can't lose you too.”

Then they nodded and separated their ways. Lucifer immediately swoops down to save Charlie by punching Adam on the face and quickly catching the girl in his arms while [y/n] quickly swooped in to push Lute away from Vaggie.

Both Charlie and Vaggie's eyes widened, finally seeing the two powerful angelic beings they know.

“Dad!?” Charlie exclaimed, surprised but thankful he came to help her and her friends, turning to look at Vaggie who was supported by none other than [y/n], holding the girl's body in support.

“And Miss [y/n]?” she added, surprised that the woman is also here. Lucifer smiled down at his daughter, gently putting her down on to the ground.

“Sorry we weren't here sooner, sweetie.” He says softly, patting the girl's head. Charlie was just glad they are here.

[Y/n] turned to look at Vaggie, helping the poor girl by healing her wounds. “You poor thing, are you alright?” [y/n] asked her and Vaggie just nodded, shoulders relaxing as she felt her exhaustion and pain going away as the older woman healed her.

“Yes, now that you healed me. Thank you.” Vaggie says and [y/n] smiles before turning around at the sound of Adam grunting.

“Seriously! How many of you freaks do I have to fight?” Adam angrily says as he climbs back up the roof. Lucifer smirked as he began to pull his sleeves up as he approached Adam and Vaggie heard [y/n] whistle slightly.

“Oh I'm the only one that matters, see, you messed with my daughter and now... I am going to FUCK YOU!” Lucifer exclaimed proudly with a smirk on his face.

Silence. Clearly taken aback by the king of hell's statement. Some smirking and raising an eyebrow at him.

Me first... Wait who said that? [Y/n] thought to herself, almost chuckling. Vaggie looking at her, almost as if she could read her mind. [Y/n] just giving the ex-exorcist an innocent smile.

Charlie hesitantly leaned towards her father to whisper to his ear, “Its fuck you up, dad.” she says and Lucifer looked at her with confusion, “Wait... What did I say...?” he asked and was quickly pushed by Adam.

[Y/n]'s eyes demonically reddened in anger and her nails sharpened for a brief moment as she saw Lucifer getting hurt but quickly disappeared as Lucifer was able to come out unscratched. A sigh of relief left [y/n]'s lips. Vaggie just stood terrified next to her, the first witness to her demonic side.

[Y/n] gave a raised eyebrow at the girl, confused why the girl was so terrified of all of the sudden but quickly shakes her head as she flies down to help the others.

Snapping her fingers, golden chains came out of the ground and grabbed the exorcists' wrists. Flicking her wrist to flick the exorcists away from her friends. She's unsure if she's allowed to kill them so she opted in just throwing them as far as possible.

“You're the most hated being in all of creation!” Adam sneered angrily, annoyed as Lucifer kept dodging his attacks.

Lucifer smirked, “Whoah! Well your first wife didn't seem to hate what I have to offer or the second~! bow-chika-bow-wow!” He says, doing some thrust gestures which angered Adam even more.

“I'll fucking end you!” Adam growled as he tries to catch up to Lucifer.

She chuckled as she could slightly hear Lucifer making fun of Adam, Lucifer is clearly enjoying himself.

Turning around to look at the Hazbin Hotel crew, “Are you guys okay?” [y/n] asked and Angel Dust smirked, “Yeah, now that you guys are here toots!”

[Y/n] giggles, her wings flapping behind her back to keep her afloat, “Glad to know! Keep yourself safe? Mhmm? I'm going to help him a bit!” she says and Angel gave her a salute and continues to gun down the other exorcists.

Flying back to the roof to see Lute fighting Vaggie again, quickly summoning her chains to wrap around Lute's neck, “Leave her the fuck alone!” [y/n] screamed angrily, eyes burning red in anger and she quickly swung the chain, throwing the Lieutenant away from Vaggie. Charlie running towards them in concern.

“Vaggie! Are you okay?!” [y/n] asked worriedly, her normal appearance returning but her eyes widened as she saw Adam about to fire a large holy beam towards her, Charlie and Vaggie.

Without thinking, [y/n] quickly pushed the two girls away into a safe place. Making the two girls let out a surprised yelp.

The beam easily sliced through the hotel like a piece of cake. Caught off guard, [y/n] wasn't able to move her body into a proper flying position, rendering her wings useless. Making her fall, she screamed in surprise. Lucifer realizing that she's falling, his heart thumping in fear as he quickly swoops down, begging himself to reach her on time.

“[y/n]!” three people screamed in fear for her. She closed her eyes in fear, trying to calm herself down.

[Y/n] felt gentle yet strong arms catching her. She opened her eyes to see Lucifer looking down on her as he carried her princess style in his arms. He smiled at her, “I got ya.” he says with a charming smile, though [y/n] can tell he was scared for her based on his tone.

She smiled at him but she noticed something approaching behind Lucifer, realizing it was Adam who was approaching them in fury. [Y/n]'s eyes widened, her sclera turning red again.

“Lucifer look out!” [y/n] screamed in anger, her hand was able to catch Adam's punch, her now demonically long nails gripping into the first man's skin in anger.

Lucifer was caught off guard at [y/n]'s demonic form, this is the first time he's seen it and he assumed it just manifested. Despite her terrifying demonic appearance, he still found her very attractive.

He shakes off those thoughts, clearly not the proper time to have them. His own eyes turn red in anger from Adam. He then pulled Adam's arm and pulled the man in front of him and kicked him down to the cold hard cement.

He gently let go of [y/n] allowing her to fly by his side despite the absolute fury he was feeling. His more demonic side showing.

[Y/n] found him to be absolutely breathtaking. So this is the king of hell. She thought, her red sclera eyes admiring him. She didn't even notice that she too was in her demon form. Goat-like horns curled at the sides of her head, her teeth slightly now sharper, eyes now red, nails are now sharper. Her halo above her head is now dark red.

[Y/n] watched as Lucifer approached Adam, holding the man's collar as Lucifer began to punch him.

“You come at me and my family! Don't forget, you're in my house bitch!” he grins maniacally and was about to give him a finishing blow as he held his hands above his head, a ball of fire forming on his hands but Charlie stopped him.

“Woah, whoah, dad stop! He's had enough.” Charlie says and Lucifer was brought back to reality. Lucifer calmed down and walked away, “How does mercy taste like you little bitch?” he asked with a smirk, flying up the crater in which [y/n] helped him up by offering her hand in which he gladly accepted.

Both of them calming down, their demonic features slowly disappearing. “Are you okay?” [y/n] asked him softly and Lucifer shrugs with a small smile, finally taking in her new features—the curled up goat-like horns and dark red halo above her head. Beautiful as always.

“I'm fine, I love your horns.” He says with a small smile and [y/n]'s eyes widened, her hand immediately reaching up to her head to feel the new horns that grew. She looked at him with slight nervousness, “Does it make me look weird?” she asked and Lucifer shook his head, “Never. Horns or not, you looked beautiful as always.” he says with a charming smirk, making [y/n] blush, “Charming as always.” she says with a giggle but their attention was diverted to hear Adam groan in pain.

“No... You don't get to end this.” Adam growled in pain, weakly standing up from the rubble of where he crashed, “I'm fucking Adam! I'm the fucking man!” he yelled, turning to look at Lucifer and [y/n], “And you're just some fucking clown and you're just a bitch or something!” Lucifer's eyes sharpened when he heard what he called [y/n], “What did you call her?!” Lucifer sneered and he was about to give the angel a piece of his mind when [y/n] held out her arm to stop him and she shook her head at him.

“I started everything on earth! All of mankind came from these fucking nuts!” Adam exclaimed and [y/n] visibly looked disgusted at Adam as she listened to him talk.

“You all should be worshipping me! You ungrateful, disgusting, fucking, loser—aaah!” he screamed in pain and the others just looked at him in surprise to see something impaled the first man.

“Uhh... You got something stuck in your...” Lucifer hesitantly pointed at Adam's chest and [y/n] nodded, visibly concerned.

Adam passes out face first and it revealed that Niffty stabbed him.

“Niffty?!” [y/n] and Charlie exclaimed, Niffty just gave a maniacal grin as she began to continuously stab Adam, “YEAH STAB STAB STAB STAB!” the smaller girl giggles insanely before walking away.

“Noooo! Sirrr!” Lute screamed in horror, quickly approaching Adam and calling out to him.

Lucifer approached the two, clearly still mad, “It's over.” Charlie says standing beside her father, “Take your little friends AND GO HOME!” Lucifer growled, fuming before immediately smiling, “Please.” he added.

Lute glared at him, taking Adam's halo with her. “ALL EXORCISTS FALL BACK AND RETREAT!” She orders, flying up as a portal opened for the exorcists' to pass through.

The others watching the angels leave and also watch the portal closed.

Lucifer turns to look at them with a grin on his face, “So... How about some pancakes?” he asked and Niffty raised her hand excitedly. [Y/n] just chuckles and shakes her head, turning to look at the chaos and destruction the angels left. There's still so much to fix.

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[hai7ani]

just thinkin bout how fwb/colleague!Rindou gets so hard at the work party in a random bar when you drag him to the back by his tie to kiss him absolutely stupid because you just cannot help yourself.

he's a little red and dumb after finishing all of your remaining glasses for you and you're pushing your breasts against his sturdy chest. his dick grows hard in his pants and you're giggling because it poked your thigh. so you break away from the kiss and look him in the eye. "take me back to yours, Rin." he grows warm under your seductive gaze, under your gentle touch as your red acrylics lightly scratches across his cheeks. there's lipstick in his favourite shade all over his face and the sight makes your heart swell a little ー a big red print of your juicy lips resides on his left cheek and another one on his collar ー he's yours to touch, yours to fuck, yours to kiss. though you're no better yourself either, sore waist and hips gripped so tight by his strong and impatient hands that you're sure there'd be imprints left under your clothes, hair messy from sweat, and your panty is wet.

he smirks when he catches you rubbing your thighs together a little, "like you gotta ask." and he's scooping you up by your butt the moment you grin in excitement and the both of you are escaping out the backdoor, to his car, without bidding your goodbyes for the night to your other colleagues. "i'm gonna fuck you real stupid tonight." he whispers in your ear as soft wind breezes past your bodies, and you only hum as a reply before sucking deep purples onto his jaw.

Rindou doesn't wait till the both of you get back to his. had a man knock on the car window because the poor guy thought that a random Civic parked in the parking lot at 11pm on a random Tuesday night had been possessed by a demon. turns out it was just two drunk and in-love-without-themselves-knowing bastards fucking in the backseat. when Rindou looks up at the knock with you conveniently clearing the fogged up screen when you'd slapped a palm on the window out of bliss, he'd given that man a shock of his life, gave the two of you a good laugh for a minute.

10/10, would try again.

this is connected to something im working on 🫢

[littlelambscandyland]

Four Versus One (Part 3) (A Rocky Start)

Yandere!Cg!Hamato Brothers x Little!Fem!Reader

Notes- SHE'S BAACK~ I can't believe I haven't updated this in almost a year! Guys, Gals, and Pals I am so sorry! Also thank you to everyone who interacted with "Surprise" without y'all I probably wouldn't have realized I posted and hid away for another week lol

Warnings- Kidnapping, Breakdowns, Drugging Mentions, Effects of Drugging, Breaks in Reality, Slightly Abrupt Chapter Ending

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Your head hurts so much. Colors dance in your eyes and the world spins on its own. Your body felt warm, but your cheeks felt cold. Heavy blankets weigh your already weighted body down; they protect you well from the cold air around you. The room smells like mildew.

Your mind refuses to catch up with itself. Every detail came and passed in your mind at a fast pace. Nothing seemed truly reachable. Not even the why or where stayed in your head too long.

Turning over felt strenuous, but you did it anyway. Why did your bed feel so much softer than you remember? You finally drag yourself forward with great effort. The urge to cry hits you, and it only grows as you realize your surroundings aren't familiar. A sob slips out of your mouth. You stumble out of the bed only to trip on your own feet. Overwhelming emotions eat at your mind. Where are you? What are you supposed to do? Are you safe? Why can't you push these feelings away?

The ground is cold against your knees and hands, and it only increases your dread. Why is the floor so hard? Why did it feel damp? Despite your fear the cold makes you wish you would’ve pulled one of the blankets with you. Of course you didn’t think you’d just fall to the floor. You definitely didn’t think you’d keep falling every time you tried to stand.

With all the overwhelming fear clouding your mind you gave up to sit on the cold ground, shivering and crying.

“Oh no! Oh, no, no!” You hear a boyish voice speak. 

The voice only makes you curl up on the floor in an attempt to hide yourself away. You could hear feet padding through the room closer and closer to you. You didn’t want to face whatever reality this was. You didn’t want to know. You didn’t want any of it.

As soon as a pair of oddly textured arms wrap around you, you start screaming.  It didn’t seem to matter how much you fought you ended up with your face shoved into a hard chest with someone's head sitting on top of yours keeping it from moving. You had no idea who it was; during your flailing and screaming you only caught glimpses of green and orange. Though you were growing more sure the question should be what it was.

“Poor thing~” The voice says, pulling you into an impossibly tighter hold. “I know this is super duper scary, but we’re not going to hurt you. I promise.” The last sentence comes out happy and optimistic, and you're pulled back in its hold with one arm keeping your legs wrapped around its body slightly as they cannot reach around it completely.

Looking up, your brain pauses. This can’t be real. This cannot be real! Your brain is tricking you. Everything floods back too quickly. How could you forget what happened? They came out of a portal! They- They drugged you and abducted you! No… No. No. No! This can’t be happening! It’s not real. It’s not real!

As your breathing increases the turtle, you now recognize as Mikelangelo, pulls you back to cradle you in his arms. Just like from what you remember of the other two, the turtle dwarfed your form quite a bit making it easy for him to move you around despite your stiffness.

“Aww, it’s okay. You’re okay~” He attempts to comfort in a sing-songy tone.

“Dude, what happened?” A new concerned voice starts.

Remembering exactly the situation you’re in you begin to writhe against the box turtles hold again. 

As he balances you in his arms he responds to the other. “I don’t know man. I think she’s just scared.”

“Well of course she’s scared! Her whole world just got flipped upside down. Besides she’s just a baby, she can’t handle this kinda thing. What I meant was, why is she not still in bed? That drug Donnie gave her, she should still be too tired to move.” Ignoring the comments he made, you think you’ve pinned the voice as Raphaels.

“Well, I found her crying on the floor. I couldn't just leave her there just cause she wasn’t supposed to be movin around yet.”

“I didn’t say that. I’m just sayin we should get her back to bed.” The snapping turtle claims.

“Weell~ you should’ve been more specific.”

You continue to struggle as the two bicker. Truly it wasn’t worth the effort in the end. You made no progress getting out of his hold and they were right those drugs really were making you tired, maybe a little dizzy too. The same moment you quit struggling the two stop their back and forth. There’s a beat of silence as they stare at your worn out form attempting to catch your breath from your panicked movements.

A part of you still didn’t believe any of this was real. That part told you this was all just a really bad dream and you were going to wake up and be fine. Then again, dreams don’t normally include waking up in the middle of them, at least, not like this.

You slump against Michelangelo's arms much too tired to keep trying. Your tries at processing this weren’t working. You can hear the two of them coo at how cute you look “all tuckered out”. You can’t make out the words but Raphael whispers something before making his way back over to you both.

“Here, sweetheart, you’ve gotta be thirsty. You humans get dehydrated so quickly! April told us that.” He tells you in a soft happy tone.

As exhausted as you’ve suddenly become you didn’t realize he was holding a straw to your mouth. You didn’t even think twice when the younger one held it to your lips so you could drink it. When the drink did hit your tongue you let out a small hum at the sweet tasting milk. If you knew any better you’d think this was alright, that you were safe, and everything was fine. Sadly, you did know better. 

You were still scared, but a wave of peace was washing its way over you.

Before anything else could occur an uncomfortable realization comes to mind. You were regressing. Slowly slipping given all of the things attacking your sensibilities. Of course it shouldn't be that disturbing, but you haven't regressed in a very long time; after such a large break in reality too. It's been so long, how are you supposed to push it down? You need to get away from here. All the stress, really it was bound to push you here. This is bad. This is so bad. What are you going to do?

You suppose nothing for now, because before the panic could build back up and settle in your eyes slip closed and you fall back to sleep in the mutants arms.

[mooshedts]

traitors s3 ep11 thoughts and fucking prayers

- THIS IS INSANEEEE guys i'm actually tweaking out i'm very happy for frankie finally becoming a main character and i did NOT expect her to go for charlotte.

- i don't even know who i'm rooting for at this point frankie is an unexpected (to us and herself) genius but charlotte's been a really smart traitor so far. there's always a possibility that people don't believe frankie as well though.

- also can we talk about poor alexander and his unrequited love friendship with frankie like when he gave her his coins and talked to her separately and she still didn't trust him.

- and poor freddie bless him he was a really bad traitor but i could not have had freddie win as a solo traitor when the sisterhood has been carrying this whole season. his lie about minah was atrocious bless him and when he was called out about it not adding up and just went “oh.”

- mission was so good, i can't fully remember whether or not that would be the last one, it very well could be. alexander was definitely having traumatic flashbacks from the cages.

- i felt like you could cut the tension between freddie and charlotte with a KNIFE after that breakfast like when it was just them and alexander it felt weirdly like a couples counselling scenario.

- also not freddie calling her the “innocent welsh girl” like not only is she not innocent she's also not even welsh.

- and once again leanne vs alexander bro cannot catch a break from her. i feel like leanne is a very emotional player whereas alexander is the opposite end of the spectrum (thinking).

[intheshadowsbehindyou]

Mercs proposing hc?? So basic but Im literally one corny mf

The TF2 Mercs proposing to their partners

WARNING: Mild gore gifts because this is the Mercs we’re talking about here.

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Scout:

- Biggest panic attack of his fucking life. Has no idea how to function like a normal human being anymore. It was that feeling of being in love with somebody all over again and needing to tell them. What’s worse about this though is that marriage is a huge commitment. One that many aren’t ready for yet. What if you reject him and he messes this relationship up?

- Goes to Spy for comfort. In all honesty he’s just a very damaged little boy on the inside and scared that he is incapable of receiving unconditional love. The other Mercs catch him behind the base crying into Spy’s shoulder on the curb while Spy holds him. He’s telling Spy how much he loves you; and how terrified he is that you cannot return that same vow. Spy knows the feeling. “Shh, mon lapin.” Boy howdy Spy’s certainly grateful that Scout’s mom didn’t teach him a word of french.

- Spy has to shove Scout into your room to actually finally get him to do it. “Your idiot boyfriend has a few words for you, and apparently I have to be present or i’m certain he’ll break down crying again.” He says to you. While poor Scout curls up into a ball on the floor.

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Soldier:

- First of all, why him? Second of all, this is the type of guy to go all out and spend half the money he earned in mercenary work to get one of those “will you marry me Y/N?” banners hooked up to a plane. Complete with the pilot being ejected and the plane crashing nose first into a rock formation. Apparently that was 100% intentional because a bunch of confetti came out of the explosion. You don’t know if you should be horrified at the audacity, or head over heels.

- Brings you an entire necklace of ears. But that’s not all! For limited time only you can get one of soldiers’ severed heads that was purposely boiled and skull cut into the shape of a helmet! Great, right? “Wow, what type of animal is this?” You ask. “A DOG. PACKAGED WITH PURE, NO ARTIFICIAL FLAVOR, PASTEURIZED AMERICAN GLORY!” well that’s not reassuring. “OOOHH SAAAAY CAAAAN YOU SEEE—“ Soldier immediately gets hit over the head by Heavy and knocked unconscious.

- After the initial silliness dies down you see adoration as you tend to his awful head wound. Maybe Heavy knocked the stupidity out of him? No. He’s still insane. Soldier grabs your wrist as you apply alcohol to his wound and squeezes your hand. “Somebody like me doesn’t deserve somebody like you.” He says. “Bullshit, Soldier.” You say, leaning in for a kiss.

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Demoman:

- He can only achieve this when drunk off his mind. Not to mention it arrives in the most unromantic way possible. But it doesn’t make you love him any less. He holds you close to him after a New Years party at the base and pats your back. “Jus’ so you know, you’d look mighty fine with a ring on your finger.” He flirts, getting incredibly physically affectionate. He makes sure never to cross your boundaries.

- “Me mum would kill me but fuck all. y’know? Old wench’s days are numbered anywae. We could live ina nice cottage by the sea.. If ya want wee lil’ bastards I’ll actually take care of em. I’d have to stop me drinkin tho.” He says, pecking your neck. His remaining eye is pleading with you to say yes. “Pleaaase?”

- Has no recollection of these events in the morning so imagine his dumbfounded expression when one of the Mercs asks about his new fiancé. Cue the embarrassment mixed with pride and excitement.

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Engineer:

- Will 100% go to your window in the dead of night and sing a song for you on his guitar. Particularly I imagine this would be the contender. You have no idea this is even a marriage proposal. You just think he’s being incredibly sappy. Imagine the surprise while mid song he pulls out a small box and throws it up and down recklessly like a baseball. You’re slowly beginning to catch on as he opens it with his free fingers after finishing the song.

- Complete overconfident show off. He pep-talked himself before all this and rehearsed his performance repeatedly. By using the wrangler and effortlessly throwing the box up in the air and propelling it forward with a single bullet, the sentry successfully aided in getting the box up to you. You don’t even know how you managed to catch it, to be honest.

- Tips his hardhat to you. “Whadda say? Marry me?” He can barely contain his smile. Both excited and somewhat relieved he pulled that off.

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Heavy:

- “Heavy made you dead person crown..” He walks into your room one day and puts it on your head. It’s a bunch of severed ears meant to resemble a flower crown. “Hey, thanks big guy.” You’re grateful for the gift, being a crazed Merc yourself is it really any surprise? You give him a huge kiss on the cheek. Heavy looks thrilled that you accepted his gift. Which is very much unlike him. Usually he’s reserved. Maybe he’s just having a good day?

- Well.. you eventually find out why. That was apparently his way of proposing to you. Soldier nudges you the next morning and teases you for being engaged to Heavy. You’re horrified to say the least. You had no idea this meant marriage. Not that you wouldn’t marry him. But what about his gun Sasha? Wouldn’t she feel jealous? You’ve been with Heavy so long you keep referring to that damn thing as a person.

- Immediately upon seeing you; goes up to you and gives you a list of stuff he wants at this wedding. There’s even a blank page for you to write your own needs. He seems oddly motivated to plan this out months before it actually happens. There is countless mentions of Russian authors he wants to attend the wedding. As if they’d ever consider going to a stranger’s wedding. “If they won’t come then Heavy will crush them..” He says. Same goes for your guests.

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Pyro:

- Wow.. Kind of the most normal out of all of them. For the most part. If TF2 took place in modern day they’d propose with a ringpop but all they have is a bag of candy and an actual ring (That they may or may not have stolen from someone in Tuefort.)

- They get on their knees and offer the ring to you in an extremely professional manner. It’s quite surreal to see Pyro pull off something so domestic and normal when he’s always destroying stuff with fire. In fact this is a little too normal.. This is Team Fortress we’re talking about here. Shouldn’t something be wacky happening right about now? It’s like the perfect opening for slapstick. Through your cries of love and laughter you begin to feel anxious at the back of your head.

- Yup.. There it is. Pyro tells you that Scout offered to be the ‘Ring bear’ for the wedding. There’s Scout dressed up in a cutesy teddy bear costume. You’re certain that’s not how it works. “Just for the record, if you tell anybody about this, I’ll fuckin’ saw off both your knees boston sandwich style. Capeesh?” He says. You have no idea what that means so you quickly agree.

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Sniper:

- Afraid he’s going to mess it up, much like Scout. Gets incredibly physically ill as a result from stress and isolates himself in his camper van. You’re convinced he wants to tell you something but you have no idea what it is. One day on the frontlines an arrow narrowly misses your face and embeds itself into the wall next to you. You were about to turn around and bombard Sniper until you saw the note attached to it. “Pardon, Will you marry me? -Sniper.” With a very worried sad face drawn next to the note. He even bothered to draw his hat on it.

- Disbelief clouds your face at first. Sniper? Marry another Merc? You’re in shock. This isn’t something you’d ever suspect from a guy like him. But your initial thought makes way for an uncontrollable smile.

- He literally will not approach you first after this. You have to knock on his camper van because god knows he won’t be even able to face his team for months. As you jump into his arms and kiss him he immediately pulls you inside to love on you in private.

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Medic:

- WOULD RATHER SHOOT HIMSELF

- Just kidding. But he wishes he were dead right now. How could he do something so… Un-mad-sciencey? Marriage is just a concept brought upon by money hungry people. It only exists within the mind… Yet, that’s how he feels. An eternal vow to you is something he wishes to do. He’s already planned to make you a god alongside him once the time came so you could be his beloved consort forever. It reminded him of the greek story of soulmates.

- Gets a little fruitier than usual. The most feminine moan you ever heard left this man’s body as you brushed against him while trying to help him grab a syringe he dropped. This man gets unusually hornier and that’s how you know something’s up.. “Looking up my skirt, I see!” He says, as you glance up his long lab coat. There isn’t anything there but his pants so you roll your eyes. “Ah yes.. “ You respond. You decide he’s just clingy and horny as usual and carry about your assistance. You’re not in the mood for that. He never even bottoms so he’s feigning it anyway.

- “Err—Uh— Ho! Wouldn’t it be just shameful if I knew what was going on inside your head?” He asks. “Alright, i’ll bite. What are you saying, Doc?” You sigh. He fixes his glasses back up on his face thoughtfully. “One body, one mind. That would be quite intriguing don’t you think? If we were to.. Become one.” He placed an odd amount of emphasis on that, as if the thought was simply music to his ears. Lord he’s creepy. Medic grabs you and holds you close to him. “Think of the possibilities. We’d never be lonely again. I could stitch our bodies together and we could feel each other’s essence. Forever.”

- “Medic, you good?” You ask. Although his words were strangely flattering nonetheless in their own way. You smile at him. He seems to be lost in the idea. Fantasies of being with you for eternity flood his head. Particularly ones where you’re both a weird hybrid god. Weirdest marriage proposal world record goes to Medic.

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Spy:

- No, no no no no no. He can’t do this again. Marriage never worked out for him. After losing Scout’s mom and many partners that followed, he couldn’t bare hurting somebody like that again. His job always got in the way of what he truly desired but he had to live with it. This life chose him after all. His hand was forced into this position. Seeing your bright smile for the rest of his days was all he ever wanted. His urges to get up and say something to you were too strong.

- Has to metaphorically slap himself in the face and remind himself to act like a fucking adult. He wasn’t a little rambunctious teenager in Paris anymore. Yet he felt like one whenever he saw you. Such boyish feelings for an old put together gentleman like him. Spy decided to trust you and himself. But if something went wrong he wouldn’t hesitate to jump off a fucking cliff. Spy would stare at his reflection in the bathroom mirror for hours and contemplate his decision before making it.

- He proposes to you under a starry moonlit night. Not even bothering to kneel down, he slides the box across the balcony to you. “Well?” he asks, taking a long drag of his cigarette. His eyes fixated on the horizon. “Do I have to say it?” He asks. “Yes..” You tell him. Your eyes gleaming with joy. You never felt happier in your entire life. “Fine.. Will you marry m—“ He couldn’t even finish before you jump on him, ultimately knocking you both down.