#Veronica in Obey Me

[perseidipity]

Recently got back into Obey Me so I made a demon OC. More info on Toyhou.se

Made the ID card using @/kkshootingstar's template

[dear-tortured-adam]

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐀𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃 .ᐟ

fandom: obey me! swd | contains: x gn!reader content, a mix of canon and musical aus, songfics? songfics!

⋆.˚ 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 — salute! this is my first october anthology event that i'm hosting. while not part of the usual flufftober, whumptober, or even kinktober, i thought about writing a collection of works based on one of my greatest passions. and what's that? musicals and theatre!

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this event will be tagged as: !! [🎭] tick tick boom!

𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍. . .

OCTOBER 4TH 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞 | SOLOMON - cast: reader as calypso, solomon as odysseus ↳ epic the musical au, greek myths reimagined, angst, cw: talks of death & grief

"now 'til the end of time, from here on out, you're mine, all mine."

OCTOBER 8TH 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 | MAMMON - cast: reader as sandy, mammon as danny ↳ canon au, fluff, crack/humor

"you better shape up 'cause I need a man; and my heart's set on you."

OCTOBER 11TH 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 | LUCIFER - cast: reader as christine, lucifer as the phantom ↳ phantom of the opera au, angst

"say you'll share with me, one love, one lifetime. lead me, save me from my solitude."

OCTOBER 15TH 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 | BELPHEGOR - cast: reader as eliza, belphegor as alexander ↳ hamilton au, angst, cw: talks of death & grief

"forgiveness, can you imagine?"

OCTOBER 18TH 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 | SATAN - cast: reader as aaron, satan as cady ↳ mean girls au, fluff, crack/humor

"i didn't get it, somehow smart with math but stupid with love."

OCTOBER 22ND 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 | SATAN - cast: reader as veronica, satan as jd ↳ heathers au, drama, cw: blood & injury

"hey, mister no-name kid, so who might you be?"

OCTOBER 27TH 𝐚 𝐠𝐮𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢'𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 | LEVIATHAN - cast: reader as christine, leviathan as jeremy ↳ canon au, fluff, henry is the squip

"i guess a part of me likes to sit with you. i guess a part of me likes to, who knew?"

OCTOBER 31ST 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐬 | DIAVOLO - cast: reader as evan, diavolo as zoe ↳ canon au, fluff, slight angst

"you don't have to convince me, you don't have to be scared you're not enough."

. . . 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍, 𝐍𝐘𝐂 .ᐟ

updated as of 09/ 17/ 2024 | check out my masterlist!

[everydayyoulovemeless]

Hi! If it's ok, can I request the FNV companions + Vulpes with a fem courier who is strictly a top and won't accept a submissive role no matter what? I need more top fem courier in my life.

(Also, you can exclude Arcade since he's gay and I respect his sexuality).

FNV Companions (+Vulpes) With a Top F!Courier

➼ Word Count » 0.7k ➼ Warnings » Misogyny, MDNI ➼ Genre » NSFW, Romantic ➼ A/N » UGHH top fems give me life, Nonnie, thank you

Boone loves being with a top in bed and has no problem allowing someone to take control of him during sex. Just as he's not much of a talker, he's also not always much of a dom. So, when he finds someone who can naturally take the lead, he's about ready to fall head over heels for them. Boone considers himself a switch, but he turns to putty whenever he can find a woman willing to take the initiative and boss him around. He has no issue being able to sit back and do as you command and would almost beg you to do so. It just feels natural to him, considering he's a veteran. Taking orders is what's familiar to him, and he has no issue admitting it.

Raul doesn't take you seriously at first. He just chuckles and goes along with what you're doing in more of a joking way, but he very quickly begins to understand that you're being genuine when you continue to order him around. It's a nice change of pace for the ghoul. The other times he's slept with a woman, it's usually him on top, so having this switch in roles is new for him and very welcomed. He follows along with your instructions easily. Whatever you need him to do, wherever you want him to be, he'll obey without much thought at all. In fact, he finds that he likes being with someone a bit more dominant than he is. Mostly because it means he can probably just lay there while you have your way with him (he's old, give him a break).

Cass has mixed feelings on the matter. On the one hand, she loves that she's finally met someone who can match her more firey personality, but on the other, she wants to be the one in charge. You'll have to wrestle with her for a bit before either of you can take on the dominant role for that night. It's a bit hit or miss with her as she can be very determined when it comes to things like this, but if you manage to pin her down hard enough, you should be able to have your way with her. Another thing to note, Cass loves it rough and wouldn't mind if you decided you needed to put her in a couple feet of rope to keep her still. Just a thought.

Veronica doesn't mind. In fact, she kinda likes having a more dominant partner. Being in a submissive role makes her feel more feminine, and if you can get her while she's in a dress, she'll be even more excited and willing to obey. One thing about Veronica is that she's a talker, especially during sex, and she's never against a bit of teasing or gagging to get her to quiet down. In fact, they go a long way when trying to get her off. She's more than willing to be put in her place and would do whatever was commanded of her, especially if you called her pretty while you did so.

Vulpes hates it. He wants to be the one in control, especially during sexual encounters. So, when he has to fight you for dominance, he gets a little pissed off. Not only does he find it to be incredibly disrespectful, but he deems it to go against the 'natural order' of things. Vulpes is a strong believer in the idea that women should be subservient and obedient to the men in their lives and will make it very clear to you how he feels. He'll bite you and try to overpower you, but if you tug his hair hard enough, there's a chance you'll be able to gain the upper hand in the situation and finally get him to relax into a more submissive role. Truthfully, though, he doesn't mind it all that much. He just doesn't like allowing a woman to order a man around. He thinks it's wrong, but as long as you keep quiet about this interaction, he will too.

[bun-z-bakery]

ˏˋ*⁀➷ 𝐹𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑚𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐼𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠˚°

Boys and girls pretend to know me, they try so hard. And I get what I want, my name is my credit card. Don't try to take me because I am so popular. - The Veronicas

Here's a list of fandoms I'm in! Not all of them will be listed since there's quite a lot! Please note I won't write for some fandoms I'm in. But feel free to talk to me about anything on this list! I love interacting with my fandoms! 🩵P.S. this will be updated in the future! My mind is always changing and I like to challenge myself when it comes to writing so I might try my hand in writing for a fandom I don't write for yet! :3

‧₊ ๑˚.・𝐹𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑚𝑠 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟

Fnaf(games and movie): Vanessa, Mike sun & moon, glamrock animatronics.

Obey me: All the brothers, Diavolo, Barbados, Simeon, Solomon, and thirteen. (Luke will always be platonic!)

Indigo Park: Rambley

Poppy Playtime: DogDay

Creepypasta: Slenderman, Jeff the killer, eyeless jack, ticci toby.

‧₊ ๑˚.・𝐹𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑜𝑚𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑖𝑛 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟

Games: legend of Zelda, Mario, sonic, stardew, Sims, twisted wonderland, pokemon, BATIM.

Shows: pokemon, the untamed, MLP, Winx, Monster high, Ever after high, TADC, sailor Moon, black butler, sk8, miraculous ladybug.

Kpop: BTS, stray kids, twice, new jeans, aespa, ateez, nct, Blackpink, big ocean, IU, Black Swan, Red velvet.

Other music: Chappell Roan, Caroline Kingsbury, Melanie Martinez, CG5, blackbriar, vocaloid, lady gaga, ghost, specimen, siouxsie and the banshees.

[lucisprettyboy]

Blog Intro

Hi! I'm Luci but you can call me Lou or Luc. I've recently started writing in the last few years, one fandom I'm really enjoying coming up with fic ideas for is Hazbin Hotel. It's one of my obsessions right now. I also draw! So if you ever want art with an ask or a headcannon just ask! I would love to tbh.

Requests/Commissions:

Open (If you're paying for a piece, written or drawn, prices are negotiable. I plan to set up a Kofi but requests are all free.)

Things I'll write

Fluff

Smut

Angst

Headcannons for any of those three things

Kinks I won't write (or discuss in my asks)

Rape/noncon (unless it's discussed as a kink and boundaries are set by both parties before the scene)

Scat/fart kink

Vore

Specifically, I won't write Valentino from Hazbin Hotel. I just don't like him in any way.

DNI List:

Transphobes/Terfs

CisHet Men (I'm a queer transmasc, I'm not in your demographic anyway)

Minors (that's a bigggg no no)

Pedos and Zoophiles (nothing else to say besides stay far away from me)

Incest enjoyers (big ass fucking EW)

Racists (I'm black, wtf do you expect?)

Zionists (very obvious why)

Nazis (again, you wouldn't even like me anyway)

Loli/Shota enjoyers (again, EW)

If you fall into any of these you'll be blocked on sight and I will send the firing squad.

You can send thirsts about characters (or just horny stuff in general) to my ask box. As long as they fit into the rules I've set, go nuts.

Fandoms I like/write for:

Hazbin Hotel

Helluva Boss

Invader Zim

Five Nights At Freddy's

Obey Me

Cult of the Lamb

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Resident Evil

Jujustu Kaisen

Honkai Star Rail

Genshin Impact

My Hero Academia (on occasion)

Stranger Things

Spy x Family

Umbrella Academy

The Stanley Parable

My faves to talk/write about

Lucifer

Vox

Alastor

Lute

Charlie

Leon Kennedy

Gojo Satoru

Neuvilette

Sundrop

Five

Zim

The Narrator from Stanley Parable

Shigaraki

Masterlist (Links and WIPs)

AO3 Links:

Holy (Not Really) (Hazbin Hotel: Charlie x Reader)

Thnks Fr Th Mmrs (Obey Me: Belphie x Reader, Beel x Reader)

The Sun Gets Lonely In The Sky (FNAF: Sundrop x Reader)

I'd Give You The World (MHA: Mina Ashido x Reader)

Tumblr Links:

Out Of Salt (Hazbin Hotel: Angel Dust x Reader)

Hazbin and Helluva characters with Rouge the Bat like reader (Lucifer, Charlie, Vaggie, Blitzø, Beelzebub, Veronica, and Fizzarolli x reader)

WIPs:

E.T (Invader Zim: Zim x Reader) (WIP)

The Morning Stars (Hazbin Hotel: Lucifer x Reader) (WIP)

Holy (Not Really) (Hazbin Hotel: Charlie x Reader) part 2 (WIP)

[loser-fashion-girl]

Ibuki Mioda, Hiyoko Saionji, Leon Kuwata, Kirumi Tojo, Celestia Ludenberg (danganronpa)

Shizuku Kuroe, Riz Kyun (my dress up darling)

Aoi Mukou (Totono)

Any TBHK character because they're all extremely pretty ♡

Marumofubiyori, Usahana, Lloromannic, Landry, Mocha (sanrio)

Mammon (obey me)

Misa Amane, L (death note)

Natsuki (DDLC)

Char; Valerie, Lisia, Lillie, Wallace Poke; Audino, Drifloon, Sylveon, (Pokemon)

Piyon, Neon (HxH)

Lilia Vanrouge, Kalim Al-Asim, Vil Schoenheit (twst)

Anzu Futaba (idolm@ster)

Yukari Hayasaka, Jouji Koizumi, Arashi Nagase, Miwako Sakurada, Isabella Yamamoto (parakiss)

Shinichi Okazaki (nana)

Black butler themed

Any character from Innocent (it's a manga) !!

Bsd themed

Kilari (kilari)

Vanilla, Chocola (sugar sugar rune)

Dominique de Sade, Veronica de Sade, Naenia (when she has a human appearance), Vanitas (Vanitas no carte)

Shimakaze, Yamato (Kancolle)

I'm sorry I cant think of any more!! I hope this helped you!! :3

Omg ty ill defo do sum of these! :3

[libraryfag]

Heathers (1889)

my heathers obsession i think was what first got me into horror which quickly transformed into my gothic horror obsession so im honestly shocked i haven't made this earlier in the past 3 years.

Despite it being set in the 1980s, heathers literally has all of the gothic tropes and themes etc its so insane

Like!! The way the underlining theme is how young people's agency is repressed and how they aren't taken seriously and instead expected to obey their elders is literally the basis of Queen Victoria's beliefs. She and Reagan had SO MUCH IN COMMON. those facists are probaly fucking raw in the bottom layer of hell somewhere

ANYWAY the whole of the show/film really hits different if you think about it in the victorian era

I forgot to say: This version is absolutely set in England. Western society in America back then was more about themes of progress and such- although white people back their were just maintaining the same genocidal colonialist principals as the british (cuz they were), they thought they were being soooo cool and progressive which is thematically irrelevant to heathers

BACK TO THE TOPIC: in the musical most of the teen's emphasis in wanting to grow up. ie have autonomy vs Martha being accociated with childlike imagery- really emphasises the division between 'adults' and 'children' Victoria was so fond of

I don't actually know what age ppl were considered adults but i think Martha would wear more childish clothes like this- exept she would absolutely wear white representing her innocence

In contrast, the other girls would wear women's clothes

Jason Dean's black trenchcoat translates really well to Victorian era fashion

Veronica's heatherified outfit would have a prominant bustle- a newer style

In contrast Heather Chandler would wear a more traditional longer gown- like how she represents the older more bougeoise regime of Queen Victoria according to JD which needs to be destroyed

Speaking of which there are SO MANY parallels to heathers and picnic at hanging rock- (which is set 11 years later but whatever) JD is the rock

I do think Chandler's general vibe of the 'blonde popular girl who's doomed by the narrative' whose idolised after her death is 100% from Miranda btw

but also her position in the narritive reminds me of Mrs Appleyard

I think to make Heathers more gothic there has to be more of a clock motif than there already is

Also i can't belive i forgot to say this but the ideas of Madness and depression and shit. i can't spend all day writing these but they're There.

The one problem i have here is that schools in Victorian england were ABSOLUTELY not as diverse as schools in 80s america ie. ppl of different genders/class would never go to the same place

[sadsongsandstories]

Somewhere that's beautiful

Okay so upon further consideration, Heather's essentially is little shop of horrors

Thematically, narratively (almost), characterly

They are both stories about a broken cruel world, which gives birth to an equally broken being, who leads the protagonist down a dark path of killing, using promises of love and power which they previously lacked. The killings start inane, the audience is on board with it. The first is practically an accident, it's a murder by omission where the victim really did it to themselves. Besides, this first kill is an evil wicked person, who had previously been set up as a villain, so we're okay with it. The protagonist has to cover up the killing of course, but what the are they meant to do? It's a greasy little nobody who has suddenly been gifted fame and power like that would have never imagined before. They finally have the good fortune they wished for, and they sure as hell aren't going to give it up now. So they ignore the villains opening song, dripping with red flags, and go along for the ride. The second killing is a little more intentional (they differ a little here) and to an equally unlikeable victim. They bullied, abused and took advantage of the hero (sexuality assaulted in one case), so you're what, they had it coming

It's then that things start to get out of control. With more killings comes more power and the hunger only grows. The protagonist is faced with their greatest dilemma: to let go of this life they have been gifted or continue to do messy nasty awful evil things. The final straw comes when their loved one is threatened (and yes Martha Dunstock is Veronica's true love, fight me). Now they are resolute: this has gone far enough and it is time to destroy the monster they created.

Here's where our stories differ. On one hand we have the destruction of evil and on the other we have the crumbling of good. In both cases it comes down to a physical battle with a gun, and a world hanging in the balance. The difference really comes down to the hero, the villain and the relationship therein. Veronica is strong, and has gained only courage over the course of the story. Where she was once a victim of her world, now she has control, and is determined to fight to fix all that is wrong, both with the defeat of JD and the culture that has persisted and worsened. The audience is left with hope and the loves are reunited.

Seymour is not strong. He is cowardly and insecure and lacks the drive to change anything about his world. His fight comes far too late, and so he is consumed by his own creation. Another major difference is that Audry 2 is a symbolic representation of capitalism, which cannot in fact, be stopped or changed by a single individual. The final song, and the musical in its entirety, is a warning to the audience, a cautionary tale of greed and desire and the promises of material wealth. JD, meanwhile, symbolises the toxicity in schools and childhood trauma, which, while it can't be fixed, can certainly be alleviated by a single individual, assuming they become the best that they can be and stand for what is right (ehem the og meangirls movie).

The other key factor in the ending is the relationship with the villain itself. In little shop, Seymour is little more than a puppet playing into the hand of the devil. He signs the deals, does the dirty work and obeys his master to his own demise. Heather's, meanwhile, shows a more sinister parasitic relationship, where veronica enables and empowers JD's psychopathy in return for his love and protection. She holds some power, and so it is only a matter of her will and drive to use that power for good rather than evil. JD is also a much more sympathetic villain. Audry 2 is not meant to be redeemed, while JD, (killing people is wrong, don't do it) is a result of a heavily traumatic childhood and a society that abandons him and treats him like trash. Veronica tells him to "say hi to God" which, while being an utterly badass line, also indicates that, on some level, she understands and possibly even forgives him. Could be looking into it too much, but it's her final words to her own worst nightmare, so I feel like there's something there.

Seymour's last act is the try and hack his monster to bits from the inside, so clearly he doesn't think for a moment Audrey 2 is going to heaven.

Now, none of this is to say that the creators of Heather's the musical (assuming it came second) copied or even emulated the plot of little shop of horrors. It bears a striking resemblance, but that's not unexpected when two stories have the same goal, to make a killer appear moral until the end and then force the protagonist to face a demon of their own creation, and the same musical form to achieve said goal. Besides, each was based off of a movie (and in the case of little shop, a play before that?) and I have no idea which of those came first. I think it's amazing that both of these shows exist, they're two of my favourite musicals, and each have such bangers and hilarious moments in their own rights. Dead girl walking reprise it top five musical songs of all time, I will fight you on this!!

Also, as I mentioned before, their contexts and messaging are totally different. In one camp we have, highschool is messed up, teenagers are mean and traumatised and our society breeds toxicity and normalises horrific behaviour such that school shooters and the like can be created. And on the other we have plant capitalism metaphor, plopped into the middle of an impoverished and broken world, the perfect place to promise material wealth and weasel into the souls of otherwise moral people. In both cases, Audry 1 and Martha symbolise the innocent soul trapped in the balance, the kind too good for a world so cruel. That's all there is really, the hero, the villain, the semi-villains who get killed along the way, and the side characters/chorus who tell the story. The other two Heather's provide some additional dynamics, but otherwise, the cast is effectively identical. And it's the killing (or not) of the innocent that spells out the potential for redemption in the end. Once the innocent is dead, there is no hope left for the hero. And Martha tries too, but luckily is unsuccessful. Audry is not so lucky.

I think the lesson in all of this, and I am truly sorry for the essay, thanks if you actually stuck around this long, is to never let sudden goodness in your own life blind you to the ramifications of such fortune. It's easy to end up lost in the swelling of fame and power, but it is the nature of such growth that it is never and will never be enough. If you want to make the world a better place, it can never come through destruction and death, but rather creation and kindness, opening up to others and working together to create something beautiful.

Don't feed the plants and hold on to what is beautiful, and you might just find a way out of here. Or at least a way to make here a whole lot better.

[statticscribbles]

Monsterous Chpt 6

Summary: Givewaway, Multi-Chapter, Supernatural AU, Sweet Pea/Reader/Reggie Mantle; Fighting

Chapter 6/6

@moodtomyboards-main

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”Cheryl’s been possessed!!!!” Archie grimaces and Veronica jumps up from her sweeping the floor of Pop’s; Betty and Jughead both look shocked and you look up from the book you were reading, Reggie and Sweet Pea scowling as they start to put the history homework away.

“How do we stop her? Uh it? The possession?? Is it a demon?” Toni’s asking and everyone shrugs a little, still uncertain as they make their way to the Blossom’s mansion.

You’re a little surprised that no one seems to be more shocked.

“Is this normal?”

“The possession? No, but Cheryl and the Blossoms are well, they’re complicated.”

“Complicated?”

“The Blossoms originated the curse that keeps us all in our monster forms; that keeps us trapped in the town. They control all of us in a way.” Toni seems unconcerned as Betty explains and you feel like that information should be less well known. You make a point of saying as much and Betty laughs.

“It’s not common knowledge, we’ve only learned about it over the past few years. As everyone’s monster forms were exposed, well everyone learned pretty quickly how the Blossoms affected all of us.”

“Affected?”

“Mhm, depending how close we are, sometimes the Blossoms can force us to do or say things. It never lasts long, they’re not strong enough, the curse having been given by like a great great five more great grandmother I’d guess. Either way, there’s a spirit that hangs around them, forcing us to obey.”

“Is that what Cheryl has been possessed with?”

“Most likely, or whatever she’s been possessed with is even worse.”

“I’m not liking the idea of it being worse.” Reggie comments and you can’t help but agree.

Cheryl is screaming and then everyone else is and they're on their knees and screaming and howling in pain and it looks like their skin is being boiled alive with how it bubbles and Cheryl is screaming and then you realize you're the only one standing.

“I’m human, you don't effect me...'' Cheryl; or whatever is possessing her jerks back as if she's the one burned and you grin a little.

“You have no power over me.”

“Will... when you stay...” The voice is Cheryl's but also not, something else.

“I will stay but you wont take me.”

“When you're changed..” Cheryl snaps her teeth and you swear you can hear them crack with the force of it.

“Wolf or vampire; you'll be part of the town”

“You have no power over me because I'm not part of the original curse..” You stare and the creature inhabiting Cheryl’s body seems to twist and writhe inside her.

You understand, if you had chosen Sweet pea or Reggie, if either of them had changed you too soon you would have been part of the town, part of the curse and the spirit would have gained control over you. You imagine it would have made you kill your family or something horrific along those lines.

“How do you stop a possession..” You grumble and Betty chews her lip and offers out a book, Veronica is already pointing to a complicated spell, or what looks like it; it’s written in a language you can’t understand. You look back to them, everyone is still a little shaky, the minute Cheryl, and the spirit possessing her had left the area they’d all stopped screaming, had all woken back up.

It doesn’t help that none of them seem to have an answer for any of it, why you neutralize the curse for each of their monster forms, why the town seems to let your family  come and go as you all please.

It’s taken everyone almost a full two days of research, everyone is sleep deprived. Everyone is exhausted and you find yourself falling asleep between Reggie and Sweet Pea; both of whom haven’t even said a cruel word between them. Too focused on saving Cheryl; although Betty and Veronica both comment how it seems to be you driving them to be more peaceful. You agree that when all this is over you’ll talk with both of them and before you get a chance to promise it; Cheryl is in front of you, possessed and screaming and it feels like everyone else has vanished.

You knew this was the spirits doing; the way it had cursed everyone and their families; how you were human; how the curse didn’t affect you. That the spirit itself was growing tired, growing restless with all the destruction it was causing. 

You watch the spirit, you can see it hovering over Cheryl, controlling her like a puppeteer and you want to reach out, it looks like lace surrounding her; a faint gray fog.

“Home.” The spirit sounds like a child and you squint, realizing the lace is actually in the shape of faces. Children’s faces, your stomach sinks.

“Where is home?”

“Here.” One of the child’s faces seems to form more concrete; it looks familiar but you can’t seem to place where you’ve seen it.

“In Riverdale?”

“Here.” You swallow, looking around the mansion; you know this is Thornhill; you can see the way the boy blinks at you, you recognize his smile; you’ve seen Cheryl smiling at Toni like that.

“Oh, Jason, right?” You’re trying your best to keep your stomach’s contents in it as you realize Jason, Cheryl’s twin brother who’s been walking around has just been a shell, a created human with his Spirit trapped in the curse itself.

“Jason, do you want to go home? You’re already there, you just have to let go of Cheryl.” You don’t even know if that will work, you don’t know what age Jason is, or what he actually can do. Instead he nods, some of the lace looking fog lifting and you can see as he separates he looks more and more human, you can see his hands forming and you reach for one, surprised when it doesn’t fall through you.

“Want to go to bed.” He blinks sleepily at you; he looks to be maybe five; you think this is when he first got sick, you wonder when the first time he died was.

“Okay, yeah, let's get you to bed okay kiddo?”

“Okay.” Jason steps ahead of you and vanishes, you don’t know if you should follow him, but you step forward and find yourself standing back in the mansion; everyone around you watching, eyes wide.

“What happened?” Betty is the one to ask, and before you can answer; before you can lie; Veronica shrieks, and then suddenly everyone realizes the curtains have been drawn back, and Reggie isn’t burning in the sunlight.

“Oh.” Everyone is standing around watching the sunrise, and you stand between Reggie and Sweet Pea knowing you have the rest of your lives to talk about everything going on.

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heathers songs are just chaotic because you can either choose blue or you’re welcome. like how do you choose that?

Blue:

- “They’ll wear a suit and a tie and a fancy collar”

- About balls

- “like a hot cheese grater”

- “Defend you, respect you, befriend you like winnie the pooh”

- “they’ll obey you”

- rhyme

- “you shake them you quake them”

- comedy

- catchy

- just the whole idea

- also like blue is veronica’s colour

You’re welcome:

- Veronica is power

- Goes through her process of think

- “that’s the smell of loving you well”

- “stroke my fur make me purr”

- “Then gently, accidentally sweep the leg”

- Catchy

- Veronica using their phrase on them

And you’re welcome ends up winning most of the time

[perseidipity]

Hi here's more Obey Me OCs.

Veronica, my MC who had just dropped out of college before getting eeby deebied to the Devildom.

Morgan, a human who was once a powerful sorceress, but after moving her soul to new host bodies over the centuries she's become incredibly weak.

Kassia, an angel who gets her work done ASAP so she can have plenty of time to lay around listening to & composing music.

[crimesididntcommit]

pushing silk.

by veronica emilyn.

I.

more and more every day, ramona had lost another part of her.

nights had given way to endless thoughts, looping and coiling around in her head, and lenore could hear them, too, so deeply were they linked. …nothing’s ever enough, and everything is too much. i am never enough, and i am always too much…

they’d lived in that house together for what felt like always, but if it was, then always meant two years. ramona said as much when they first moved in, on that first night, as branches scraped the windows and wind blew outside.

“i already can’t remember that other place” she’d said, eyes shining into lenore’s, her arm under her head in their brand new bed.

“why would we want to?” lenore shrugged, then rolled on top of her to move inside of what was beneath.

they’d tried to get away from where they used to be, and with it, who they were. ramona had needs, lenore knew, and nothing seemed to satisfy them in time, alien even to her, unaware of what she wanted or what she had to have, only knowing the sense of loss or absence in its disappearance or nonexistence. but lenore was trying to fill that hole for her, with whatever might fit down inside.

in every corner of every room, they’d hidden letters to each other, some just scraps, small notes, soft reminders of who they were, of who they wanted to be in their own eyes. in those early days, they’d left no place deprived of small secrets, soft confessions of all that mouths would get so flustered from spitting out.

“sometimes i wish i could swallow your letters right down,” ramona told lenore, and lenore wrapped her in a hug.

lenore had chose not to hear the tired tone in ramona’s voice.

II.

bathroom doors couldn’t lock tightly enough to keep the paramedics from finding her, wrists run red over porcelain sink, eyes empty, her hair so perfectly out of place, lips parted, and then everything about her went blank. not blank like canvas, full of possibility, but blank like nothing, so much empty space that no big bang, no great display could ever hope to fill.

when they got to the facility, ramona said nothing, just as she hadn’t on the way there, lenore’s soft hands stroking her matted hair. “i’m right here, shhhhh, i’m right here,” and if ramona understood her shooshing, she certainly seemed to obey, not a single sound coming out. “we’ve got to get you someplace safe.”

the someplace safe they put her in after her wounds had healed enough was a place where the lost could never sleep, and in the evenings standing in the trees that circled all around, lenore could hear so many screams, so many voices bellowing, guttural sobs and lovesick laments, the cries of mothers whose children had ran into traffic, and children who, though their bodies had grown, never knew what it meant to feel safe, for security to be a state found at rest and not achieved through perpetual anxiety and vigilance and dread. but for all of those voices, carrying, carrying, ramona’s never reached.

that first morning there, lenore had waited all night to see her again, and when she walked into the room she thought that ramona was waiting there for her. in the center of an invisible circle, ramona sat, legs crossed, head down, hair hiding her painted porcelain eyes; her makeup hadn’t been removed, and she’d not done much of anything to wear it off.

“i’m right here,” lenore said, “i’m right here. can you speak to me?”

ramona didn’t move, didn’t flinch, didn’t anything. lenore, with soft fingertips, pressed them to the underside of ramona’s chin and tilted her face up, and the orderly who watched thought it looked like someone leaning in for their first kiss, but nothing moved on ramona’s lips.

“they said they’ll get you better here, i swear. you’ll be better soon. and then — and then you can come back, you can come back home. and it’ll be just like you left it — better than, even. i promise.”

but ramona showed no signs of listening, and when lenore went to leave she told herself so many things to explain why, that she must have been so tired, that there was no rush to say anything at all after all that she had bled, that once the doctors had stabilized her with the right kinds of medications and enough time had gone by it would all be like before, or, she told herself as much as she told ramona, “better than.”

lenore painted all the walls of their house that easter egg blue ramona had always longed for, and she hid new letters in all their private spots, slips and pages, stacks and tatters, all of them variations on the same theme — “i’m sorry and i love you so much.”

she found a note she’d never read before, written in ramona’s familiar hand:

we’re not the kind they cry about, darling; we’re not the kind they cry about. it’s not “getting better”, it only gets worse, and deep down you know they’ll put us in a hearse and nothing will matter, they’ll put our dead names on our graves and nothing will matter at all, and then there will be you, blind forevermore, seeing just as much as you did when you were alive, you and your goddamned eyes. you will be complicit. you will have let it all come to this. i wish i had it in me to set fire to these fucking walls, to set fire to it all. can’t you feel it already? it’s already there, lenore. the fire is already there, you just can’t see it yet, and when the wallpaper coils like ash and debris falls from the roof in flames you’ll still be there, telling me it’s all going to be okay as we smile and burn away.

lenore didn’t know when this was from, but she knew not to take it to heart — when ramona got into her moods, after all, she was the first to admit she could get carried away, and soon it would all be better again. and when those moods lifted, ramona was a lightning bug, dancing in the night, lighting up the world’s eyes.

the country was starting to hate girls like them — well, not “starting,” because it always had — but what was once something they had been able to ignore had begun to take new shapes, bigger ones, ones with teeth and words and pens and chants and marches, headlines and statistics, so-called “experts” and “activists” and people who said they’d been like them but had changed their minds, all that could take their being away. 

but lenore had no place for dwelling on such terrible things, unlike ramona.

ramona only focused on the darkness that had existed before and had stayed awake and waited, loomed, dripped down through the cracks in the ceiling and punctures in the veins and spread, and she’d insisted it was rising up again. lenore had no time for such catastrophizing — things had a way of working themselves out, didn’t she know? could ramona really say things were worse than they used to be? would wallowing change anything at all? lenore knew which direction the arc of history bent toward, whether ramona believed it or not. 

when they stopped being able to get their hormones from the doctors they’d been seeing, ardent on doing it “right,” ramona had broken down, though not quite like now, and lenore had assured her what she always did: you can’t give up. everything is going to be alright. everything is going to be fine.

at times lenore had given in to a bitterness she shuddered to admit. did ramona ever stop to consider the way that her tantrums affected her? when she drank too much and lost her mind did she ever think that her pity parties were excuses for it all? why wouldn’t she go to the hospital, if it was really all so bad? why did it take someone else being in control to make her go?

but now lenore had left those grievances behind: she only cared to have her baby back again, to tell her how sorry she was, to tell her how much she really meant all those lovely words on all those lovely notes and how all of those fights and all of those moments of petty indulgence had meant nothing at all.

when days went on too long and nights seemed to never end, when all the weight of everything got to be too much inside and neither could speak what needed to bubble out from inside of them, it was through their little letters that they could speak, always.

III.

the next day, ramona seemed unchanged.

the day after that, lenore realized something — she couldn’t hear her ramona’s thoughts anymore. 

that was the night she’d stopped sleeping, and started staying outside in the woods, listening for that voice that filled her up so much.

“she’s not catatonic” the nurses explained to her.

“then what the fuck is she?” lenore spat, and though she’d lost a lady’s tone, that masculine edge she’d worked so hard to lose returning, the nurse remained unchanged.

“…ma’am, we don’t know.”

that wasn’t good enough.

nothing was good enough.

maybe ramona had a point sometimes.

when ramona’s wrists healed and still she stayed unchanged, no words escaping, lenore parted the hair from ramona’s eyes and lifted the lids with her fingers. ramona looked right into her, then beyond her, as if lenore was never there at all.

what could it be like in there for her? how lonely must she feel? whatever meds they had her on didn’t seem to be helping, and lenore knew that by now. ramona’s hormones hadn’t been injected in weeks, but lenore felt with certainty that this was for the better, that it would all be better soon.

lenore went home and wrote new letters, stacking them on top of the old, certain that once ramona came home, all this sea of unspoken affinity would wash her emptiness away.

she’d still found herself unable to sleep, and those stranger voices filled her ears, even once she’d started staying home instead of standing, swaying with those trees. they were whispering, scratching, a soft scraping that only increased once lenore invited it in, so desperate to hear anything, anything at all. 

so many things only enter us once we answer their call.

finally, lenore slept, and in her sleep she was filled up with words, and when she woke she said aloud:

“it has to be this way.”

she wrote pages upon pages, knowing ramona would understand once she read them, would hear her loss and her love and her needs and her wants and all the private spots lenore worked so very hard to hide from everyone else alive, that all she had to do was take these pages in.

she had to take these pages in.

a doctor had explained to her that ramona seemed able to recognize things, she “just [didn’t] respond to them,” and lenore knew that once ramona got her wish, she’d understand it all.

IV.

sometimes, ramona would complain of paper cuts, little slits on her fingers from pulling notes out of drawers and cracks in the walls. if lenore wanted her to be able to speak again, she knew the last thing she needed was to cut poor ramona’s lovely throat. physical sensations have emotional implications, even lenore understood that. for all the times ramona had shouted at her that she didn’t really ever understand anything anyone was feeling, for all that everyone had left lenore before, friends and lovers alike, she understood this one crucial thing.

she wanted ramona to feel her softness, to sense the sweetness inside of her, and so she wrapped these letters in beautiful squares of silk, a button down cut up to make these new shapes.

by this point, the nurses had started to leave lenore alone when she would visit ramona, always so many more to tend to, always more hopeful patients to see, and what could lenore really do? upset ramona, “the unchanging girl”, as they had started to call her?

lenore basked in their solitude.

“i have something to give to you,” she said, her voice like gentle rain. “and i know — i know you can understand. i know that you’ll understand, i know.”

ramona’s lips parted as gently as ever, and then lenore had to get past her teeth. gritted, but barely clenched, she worked them apart and felt them scrape at her skin, red rivulets brushed against the roof of ramona’s mouth, and lenore felt something swell inside her — it was something close to wonderful, to know ramona had her in her now.

“i’m sorry for this,” she cried, tears coming out. “darling, i know that this must hurt. i know how much you hurt. but it’s gonna comfort you. it’s the only way that you can understand.”

pushing silk deeper into her mouth, lenore waited for ramona’s shouts, but as her throat started to move, nothing came out.

something was still so wrong — why did something have to still be so wrong? — lenore knew that ramona could read all those words, and knew that she would understand them, that she’d know this gift from her as what it was: her love, all the way down.

and then it hit her, that for all this intimacy, of course it had to hurt, and, her poor angel, she just couldn’t scream anymore.

so she started screaming for her, both of their throats changing, all their shouts pouring out, the way an expecting parent eats for two, lost in mutual ache.

[evangelic4l]

Cell Block Tango - Obey Me

“Pop,

Six,

Squish,

Uh Uh,

Cicero,

Satan,

And now, the six merry murderesses of the Devildom Jail, In their rendition of the Cell Block Tango.

Pop,

Six,

Squish,

Uh Uh,

Cicero,

Satan.

Pop, six, squish, uh-uh, Cicero, Satan

Pop, six, squish, uh-uh, Cicero, Satan

Pop, six, squish, uh-uh, Cicero, Satan.

He had it comin'

He had it comin'

He only had himself to blame

If you'd have been there

If you'd have seen it

I betcha you would have done the same!

Pop, six, squish, uh-uh, Cicero, Satan

Pop, six, squish, uh-uh, Cicero, Satan

You know how people have these little habits that get you down?

Like, Beel

Beel, he liked to chew gum

No, not chew, pop

So I came home this one day

And I'm really irritated

And I'm looking for a little bit o' sympathy

And there's Beel, lyin' on the couch, drinkin' a bottle of demonus and chewin'

No, not chewin'

Poppin'

So, I said to him, I said "You pop that gum one more time"

And he did

So I took the shotgun off the wall

And I fired two warning shots

Into his head

He had it comin'

He had it comin'

He only had himself to blame

If you'd have been there

If you'd have heard it

I betcha you would have done the same

I met Mammon from Devildom about two years ago

And he told me he was single

And we hit it off right away

So, we started living together

He'd go to work, he'd come home

I'd fix him a drink, we'd have dinner

And then I found out

"Single" he told me

Single, my ass

Not only was he married

Oh no, he had six wives

One of those Greedbags, you know?

So that night when he came home from work

I fixed him his drink as usual

You know, some guys just can't hold their arsenic

He had it comin' (pop, six, squish, uh-uh, Cicero, Satan)

He had it comin'

He took a flower (pop, six, squish, uh-uh, Cicero, Satan)

In its prime

And then he used it (pop)

And he abused it (six)

It was a murder (squish)

But not a crime

(Uh-uh, Cicero, Satan)

Carving up a chicken for dinner (uh-uh)

Minding my own business (Cicero)

In storms my husband Levi in a jealous rage (Satan)

"You been screwin' the milkman, " he says (pop)

He was crazy (six)

And he kept on screamin' (uh-uh)

"You been screwin' the milkman"

And then he ran into my knife

He ran into my knife ten times

If you'd have been there

If you'd have seen it

I betcha you would have done the same!

Mit kersek, en itt?

Azt mondjok, hogy a hires lakóm lefogta a ferjemet

En meg Lecsaptam a fejet

De nem igaz

En artatlan vagyok

Nem tudom

Mert mondja Uncle Solomon hogy en tettem

Probaltam

A rendorsegen megmayarazni de nem ertettek meg

Yeah, but did you do it?

Uh-uh, not guilty!

My sister, Veronica and I had this double act

And my husband, Asmo traveled round with us (he only had himself to blame)

Now, for the last number in our act (if you'd have been there)

We did these twenty acrobatic tricks in a row

One, two, three, four, five, splits, spread eagles (if you'd have been there)

Back flips, flip flops

One right after the other (if you'd have seen it)

So this one night before the show, we're down at the Hotel Cicero (I betcha)

The three of us, boozin' (you would have done the same)

Havin' a few laughs

And we ran out of ice

So I go out to get some (he had it comin')

I come back, open the door

And there's Veronica and Asmo (he had it comin')

Doing number seventeen (he took a flower)

The spread eagle

Well, I was in such a state of shock

I completely blacked out, I can't remember a thing

It wasn't until later

When I was washing the blood off my hands

I even knew they were dead

They had it comin' (they had it comin')

They had it comin' (they had it comin')

They had it comin' all along (they had it comin' all along)

I didn't do it (she didn't do it)

But if I'd done it (but if she'd done it)

How could you tell me that I was wrong?

They had it comin' (they had it comin')

They had it comin' (they had it comin')

They had it comin' all along (they took a flower in its prime)

I didn't do it (and then they used it)

But if I'd done it

How could you tell me that I was wrong?

I loved my Satan

More than I can possibly say (he had it comin')

He was a real artistic guy

Sensitive, a painter

But he was always trying to find himself (he only had himself to blame)

He'd go out every night looking for himself

And on the way

He found Ruth (if you'd have been there)

Gladys

Rosemary and Irving (if you'd have seen it)

I guess you could say we broke up

Because of artistic differences (I betcha you would have done the same)

He saw himself as alive

And I saw him dead

The dirty bum, bum, bum, bum, bum

The dirty bum, bum, bum, bum, bum

They had it comin' (they had it comin')

They had it comin' (they had it comin')

They had it comin' all along (they had it comin' all along)

'Cause if they used us ('cause if they used us)

And they abused us (and they abused us)

How could you tell us that we were wrong?

He had it comin' (he had it comin')

He had it comin' (he had it comin')

He only had himself to blame (he only had himself to blame)

If you'd have been there (if you'd have been there)

If you'd have seen it (if you'd have seen it)

I betcha you would have done the same

You pop that gum one more time!

Single my ass

Ten times!

Miert csukott Uncle Solomon bortonbe

Number seventeen, the spread eagle

Artistic differences

Pop

Six

Squish

Uh-uh

Cicero

Satan.”

[carvethemarkquotes]

Inching closer, and closer, until I was right in front of Akos, his warm breath against my temple. I lifted a hand to hover over the beetle on his face, and, for the first time, thought of my currentgift as something that might protect instead of injure. A single black tendril unfurled from my fingers--obeying me, obeying me--and jabbed the beetle in the back. The light inside it flaring to life, it darted away from him, and the others went with it. Akos’s eyes opened. We stared at each other, not touching, but close enough that I could see the freckles on his eyelids. “Okay?” I said. He nodded. “Stay close to me, then,” I said. “But don’t touch my skin, or you’ll turn us both into poisonous insect magnets.”

The Fates Divide, written by Veronica Roth

[ask-the-great-heather-chandler]

She issss backkkk

(YOUR AN CELEBRITY IN OUT SCHOOL!!!)

Also rip 😔

Of course I am! Why would I ever let some murder attempt stop me?

Oh, yeah, I heard that. Obviously I'm used to being worshipped and obeyed and feared and all that shit, but people liking me? That's new. Veronica must have really worked something with that "suicide note"

Um.... Thanks I think?

[yhwhrulz]

Today's Daily Encounter Wednesday, May 29, 2024

Joyful Boundaries

You have fixed all the boundaries of the earth; you have made summer and winter.1

Commands. Law. Instruction. Rules. Boundaries. None of these words sound very joyful, do they? When I was a teenager, I remember hearing that a child is happiest when they have boundaries; that young people need rules to thrive. And I thought, "No way! I can't wait to grow up and make my own rules and have the freedom to do as I please!" Yet, as I grew and matured, I found rules to be somewhat comforting; boundaries made me feel safe and yes, they even brought me joy!

The words I opened with are the Words that Scripture uses to describe God's Word. John 15:10-11 says, If you keep my commandments, you will abide in my love, just as I have kept my Father's commandments and abide in his love. These things I have spoken to you, that my joy may be in you, and that your joy may be full. Psalm 19:8 (NLT) says, The commandments of the Lord are right, bringing joy to the heart. Verse 7 (ESV) says, The law of the Lord is perfect, reviving the soul. The Book of Proverbs is filled with wisdom and instruction so that we may live long, happy lives. In Psalm 119, David found joy and comfort in God's Rules: I will praise you with an upright heart, when I learn your righteous rules… My soul is consumed with longing for your rules at all times… When I think of your rules from of old, I take comfort, O Lord… At midnight I rise to praise you, because of your righteous rules.

There is only joy to be found in God's Word which is filled with promises and blessings for our lives when we obey and follow His commands; His law; Live by His instruction and delight in His rules. These boundaries were set on and for our lives so that we might live fully and abundantly enjoying every season God has in store for us. Yes, even the seasons themselves were created as boundaries to bring us joy!

Suggested Prayer: Almighty God, Lord of all Creation, You are amazing! You thought of every little detail, including every Word that would bring joy to my life. Forgive my disobedience and my prideful spirit when I thought I knew what path was best for me. I know now that Your Words are Life. Thank you, in Jesus' name, Amen.

Psalm 74:17 (ESV).

Today's Encounter was written by: Veronica B.

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