#eing fiends with boys

[gontroublevt]

So everyone knows luigi's mansion. How you need to save poor brother Mario. Every time you come across him he just looks so not okay. But this, this beautiful image from the booklet just shows him SO perplexed. Like he's contemplating so hard, guess this is how it feels on the other side. Dudes not freaked or nothin just mildly disappointed and confused. Guy deals with evil mansions full of bad guys all the time and he just doesn't question the glowing green mansion that growls at passersby. He literally walked right into it. Lugi is never gonna let him live it down.

[onmyyan]

Gabe NSFW ABC'S

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

High fives and bear hugs, Gabe's skin may feel hot to the touch but he still demands to feel you in some way‼️ it's a need not a want to feel his baby against his chest, no matter the sweat covering you both or the fact that his brain is still melted from cumming as hard as he did, be it a hand on your stomach or his entire body draped across you like a blanket, he's on you in some way shape or form.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His arms, biceps specifically. He works so hard on himself and to him they show how strong and capable he is, how he has the power to protect what matters to him, as for you darling, our boy's a sucker for your thighs, if the endless amounts of hickeys on them didn't tell you that, the way he buries his face in them so giddily sure does.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves a good creampie don't get me wrong but there's something about seeing your perfect form covered in his cum that scratches this primal caveman need of his, he's especially fond of licking you clean afterwards.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Panty sniffer. And he's an absolute fiend about it, obsessed with your natural scent, so much so you periodically lose underwear throughout your relationship because he fucks himself silly, huffing the drenched fabric with a blissed out grin, and ends up ruining them beyond repair, y'all are in this endless cycle of him stealing your underwear, ruining it with his cum, and buying you more.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He has more experience than Caspian but less than Marcos, somewhere in the middle, he's incredibly observant and isn't afraid to ask if he's doing good, if you want this or that, he's attentive.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy, but the kind where he's pressed flush against your back, one strong arm wrapped tightly around your center, pressing him against you like he's trying to make you as close as physically possible, he gets to touch you, fuck into you as hard as he wants, and grunt all his praises directly in your ear.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Unintentionally goofy, he can get pretty clumsy when he's excited so it's almost guaranteed he's gonna knock into something or get trapped in his shirt in his and he's rushing to get to you, which always makes you both giggly, it creates this bubble of warmth and safety.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

His happy trail is prominent, a dark reddish hue showing his natural hair color, fun fact, he thinks he looks hot because of it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Extremely intimate, hands interlocked, searing eye contact, that is when his eyes aren't fluttering shut, that blissful little grin on his face, you can feel his love for you with every tender and heated touch, likes to rest his forehead on yours when he has you facing him, long, sloppy kisses, he stares at you with so much adoration, but also like he wants to completely devour you, it's lovely.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He was bad before y'all got together but now?? His libido is so easily set off by anything and everything you do, you could send him a sweet selfie of yourself at work or school and if he looks at your smile or gorgeous face for a second too long he will get hard, and he will have to cum or his brain is stuck in feral horny goblin mode until he sees you next.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Daddy kink, Size kink, Predator and Prey, Blood kink, Overstimulation, Public kink, and fun fact, if you feeling froggy and call him Daddy in public you will be getting pulled by your neck into the nearest dark corner and he will be rearranging your guts promptly.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He really likes the freedom and security of destroying you in your guy's home because he has full range to ruin you to his hearts content, he doesn't need to rush, he can make you cum over and over and over, however he is partial to some good ol fashioned nasty-window-fogging car sex.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Literally anything you do, good LORD he's down horrendously, but if you really wanna drive him crazy just ask for his help. Can't reach something? He'll get it for you for, sure, just be ready to feel his dick digging into your back when he reaches over you to grab it. Need him to open something? No problem, just hop on the counter real quick, yeah no it's nothing it's just his dick is jumping in his sweatpants because you said please when you asked him and now he has to fuck you against the nearest available surface.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He can't even conceptualize sharing you with someone in ANYWAY his eye will twitch at the mere echo of the thought.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

You're his favorite meal and he's always hungry. If he could live off your cunt he would, he ain't stopping till you yank him away and even then, that only encourages him to bury his tongue that much deeper.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fucks like a beast, even if he tries to go slow eventually his higher functions turn off and all he can do is pound away, very much the type to break the bed, make sure you're okay, and keep pumping into you like nothing happened, leaves you feeling sore in the best ways.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

If you're down he's down, anywhere anytime, especially if there's a chance you'll get caught, he knows he's the most dangerous person in the room and if someone catches you he wishes a mf would try to interrupt or make you feel any kind of bad about it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Absolutely, he's down to try anything once, especially if you suggest it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

3-5 depending on your energy, he can go all night if he's really pent up, he just can't get enough.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn't own any but he really really wants to use a vibrator on you while he's deep in your guts, any way he can turn your brain into a puddle he's game.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Huge fuckin tease, but also terrible at it lmao?? Because you never have to ask twice, at most you get a delayed yes 💀🤚🏼

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He's made the neighbors call the police several times, they just stop coming to y'all's house at some point. He's very vocal, lots of grunts and growls, moans of your name, likes to growl out all the filthy things he's about to do, and the way he says it, it's said like a promise.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Randomly feels subby, once in a blue moon this Daddy Dom needs to be babied and suck on a titty or two for a good few hours, he still fucks like a menace in this state, and despite the role switching, he's somehow even more intense when he's feeling needy.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

7.5 inches and meanly thick, he has to make you cum at least once before he puts it in, because that stretch is a monster, in the best ways.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Horndog central over here. He has a high drive and it's only ever amplified by his intense, obsessive love for you, very down to go to pound town, anytime.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends on how much y'all have been fuckin tbh, if it's one of those days where he's been going at you for hours on hours, he's pretty much out seconds after he makes sure you're okay, dw when he wakes up again for real the aftercare is immaculate and loving.

[mykneeshurt]

Hello may I please submit a request? Simon’s wife is a nice quiet woman in the streets but when her husband comes home she leashes out on him 😭😭 one day simons looking through all your dirty Polaroids he took one night and the boys catch him 😂

Baha I love this. I hope I did ok it’s only short!! This scenario screams Soap is a menace hahaahah. Not proof read. Also guys don’t look at others peoples SOs photos lmao this is purely fiction 😂

Mrs Simon Riley. A good quiet woman, a nurse, caring and understanding. She and Simon had met after a terrorist attack in London. Working in A&E the victims of the attack were brought there, she was busy dressing wounds, hanging IV lines and giving pain medication. That was until Task Force 141 burst through the doors carrying a half conscious Simon Riley.

Her manager assigned her to take care of him, blood loss from a stab wound. He was rushed into surgery to cauterise the blood vessel and stitch up the open skin. Their relationship was rocky at first, she felt uneasy he was rushed in above everyone else. The skull mask made her feel nervous, but his gentle grasp at her wrist alleviated some of this.

They began talking more and more during her shifts, he eagerly awaited her arrival every time. After he was discharged they remained in contact and the rest is history.

Four years later and Ghost is sat in his room at the barracks, missing his wife immensely. All the boys had met her, she often invited them round for dinner. They loved her, she was funny, kind and certainly kept Ghost in his place. But what they didn’t know was that she was a fiend in the bedroom. She certainly gave Ghost a run for his money.

Knowing he was going to be away for months she surprised him before he left. A small envelope filled with Polaroids of her, in deep purple underwear, stockings, and black patent stilettos. Others she was completely naked, angling the camera down her body two fingers teasing the edge of her cunt.

Oh he liked this surprise. On base he kept them on his person, no one else was gonna be privy to this. When he left base he kept them in a tin lock box he hid in a vent in his room. Just looking at her body in those photos drove him wild, all he wanted to do was to touch her. To feel her beneath him.

Lost in his memories of her he didn’t hear the first knock at the door. The second made him jump ‘Ghost! You in there buddy?’ Soaps thick accent pierced the door. Scrambling he tried to shove the pictures back in the box making one hell of a racket. ‘Comin Soap!’

Opening the door he was panting slightly. ‘Alright Lt?’ Soap asked confused. Nodding he hurried him out of the room but not before Soap noticed a picture on the floor. ‘What’s that on the floor Lt?’ His eyes widened in fear, he couldn’t let your pictures be seen by them. ‘Nothin that concerns you Johnny’ he warned.

Gaz rounded the corner and saw the look in Ghosts eyes, ‘Soap what you done now?’ He laughed. ‘Lt is hiding something from us me thinks.’ Gaz burst out laughing.

‘Leave him alone Soap, come in before Price has our arses.’ Soap backed off, surrendering.

As Ghost dropped his guard to close the door Soap burst through and dived for the photo. ‘STEAMIN JESUS LT!’ He shrieked laughing, ‘hidin’ this beauty from us I see.’ Gaz over come with curiosity fought off Ghost and joined Soap on the floor. ‘Fuck sir. She’s stunning’ he laughed. Luckily it was a photo of her in her lingerie, her breasts pushed together, her red lips smirking. ‘Gimme that if you know what’s good for you’ Ghost boomed.

Gaz and Soap exchanged a glance at each other like naughty school boys. ‘One more peep Lt?’ Soap laughed.

[quona]

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@goodomensafterdark

[madsmilfelsen]

dear mads, do you have any rust fics that you recommend? I fear I have run out.

I’ve been writing like a damn fiend so I haven’t read much (and I typically avoid reading anything i’m writing as to not influence my insanity)

I’m sure I’ve shouted off the rooftops about my love for Dead Flag Blues, @barbie-nightmare-house really is one of the most engaging writers I’ve read with an acute level of introspection I will never dream of achieving. Even though I know roughly where the story is going I’m so stoked to bottle it up and drink it down like cough syrup again and again and again. Detective Indiana Abelard can come kick my ass any day.

No Dominion by rosereddawn (E, rust/ofc need to be logged into ao3 to read) one of my favorite Crash-era reads with a fantastic perspective, gave more depth to the girls of Iron Crusaders than anything the show did for them

under a swollen silver moon by blackeyedblond (M, rust/marty centric) MONSTER RUST MONSTER RUST MONSTER RUST SHAPESHIFTING AU OF MY DREAMS

I think we’re all familiar with the masterpiece The Creeping Woods (E, rust/ofc) by am7f that knocked all three eras out of the park and let us see Rust as a dad again (I wept like a baby for at least two hours after finishing myself)

No Mouth to Scream (T, no pairings) haunting lil piece following “Rust Cohle lies in the dark and dreams of women”

Something Stuck in Your Teeth by enkelimagnus (E, rust/marty) it is not often something can make me blush but boy howdy (a sequel was recently added too!)

What I’d like to read:

The idler wheel is wiser than the driver of the screw by ohnoitsnina (M, rust/ofc, first person pov)

lavender bitters by blackeyedblonde (E, rust/marty/maggie)

Strange Is The Night Where Black Stars Rise by orphaned account :’( (E, rust/reader)

A History of Bad Men by am7f (E, rust/ofc)

something in the night by harryhart (M, rust/ofc)

cornflower blue by blackeyedblonde (G, no pairing)

basically everything @reds-writings has ever posted

shades of black and blue by saintsansa (T, rust/ofc)

The Last Time I Saw You by scioscribe (M, rust/marty)

out of time man by @palmviolet (M, rust/marty, which i’m only seeing now is apart of a series with SIX WORKS IN IT!!!!!)

Snippets/Upcoming pieces I haven’t stopped thinking about

@netherfeildren I know ur working on something that i’m going to sink my teeth into a shake like a rabid dog

A Crash-Era snippet by themilkteeth

A Crash-Era snippet by @argesta

[kisskiss-slashslash]

Nubbins Sawyer NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare

This man is touch-starved as hell. I mean take a look at his family; no way they are a huggy bunch, except for maybe Bubba. He will get so happy with getting to cuddle with you that he can‘t stop giggling to himself (that‘s gonna be a theme here)

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Man loves himself some nice thick thighs to hold onto. That and hands.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

He loves watching it drip out of you when he is done. His diet unfortunately leaves a lot to be desired, and that shows in the way his cum tastes. But he doesn‘t mind at all if you spit instead of swallow, so that‘s fine. Will also avoid cumming into your mouth at all if you ask him not to.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Nubbins is an absolute panty fiend. When you start living with him you will notice that your underwear tends to disappear and then reappear with suspicious white stains on it.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Drayton has never left his brothers with much opportunity to fool around, but that doesn‘t mean that Nubbins hasn‘t. He is on the road for most of the day, after all. So he has a bit of experience, but that experience was mostly with flings, not with an actual partner he cares about. It‘s different.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggy style, hands down. He loves being able to grope and smack your ass while he is fucking you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? Etc.)

I mean… look at him. Nubbins doesn‘t take anything in life seriously, and sex is no exception. There will be a lot of giggling and occasional tickles.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? Etc.)

Does not have a lot of body hair by nature, but has a nice happy trail all the way up to his belly button. Doesn‘t really see the point in trimming or shaving it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Don‘t let his usual silliness fool you. He cares a lot, and even with all the joking, you can tell. He looks at you like you mean the absolute world to him, because you do.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Before you came along, he only rubbed one out at night, when his brothers were all fast asleep. Drayton once caught him with his hands in his pants and the bruises from the beating he got took weeks to heal. But once he has you, he hardly masturbates at all anymore. He doesn‘t see the point in it anymore, now that he has you.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Overstimulation. He loves to lick and kiss your body until you are a thrashing, squealing mess. And kind of connected to that, this man is addicted to the taste of you. In the sexual sense, not the cannibalism sense.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Outdoors, preferably far away from his home, so there is little chance of his brothers interrupting you. He doesn‘t care if other people see the two of you go at it in the slightest. Nubbins has no shame.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Nubbins is a simple man. He sees you in clothes that leave little to the imagination, he wants to take them off of you. And apart from that, your smell gets him going. He‘ll wrap his arms around you from behind and bury his nose in your hair or the crook of your neck and take a deep breath in. You immediately feel him twitching against your behind.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He wouldn‘t want to share you, so threesomes or orgies would be a definite no from him.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

If we ignore the massive amount of courage it would take to let a cannibal's mouth anywhere near your squishy bits: Oh boy. He loves giving oral. He could spend all day with his face buried in your nethers. Licking, kissing, and he is noisy while he does it, too. Grunting, slurping, groaning, whatever other noises can produce during oral sex, he makes them, and he makes them loud.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? Etc.)

Fast and feral.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

That’s his preferred way of having sex, at least at home. Taking too long increases the risk of Drayton interrupting you (and coming after the two of you with the broom)

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? Etc.)

He is absolutely willing to experiment, and there are few things he would absolutely refuse to try.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He cums fairly quickly at first, having only very little experience and all, but he does build up stamina over time. But he also recovers very quickly and can go for a good two or three rounds before being fully satisfied.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He does not own toys himself, but if you do and are willing to use them with him, he will happily go along with it. Loves to tease you with them.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

A LOT. He loves to get you going and then stop right before you cum, just to see you squirm. He can get downright sadistic with it, and continue to tease you even though you’re already in tears, begging him to let you cum already.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Nubbins is very very vocal during sex. He moans and grunts and dirty-talks, letting you know how good you make him feel in excrutiating detail.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He will ask Chop Top for advice when it comes to sex, knowing that his twin had his fair share of flings and knows what works. So I hope you’re okay with Chop knowing everything about your sex life.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Nubbins’ cock is fairly average in length and girth, pale and has a slight curve upward.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Dude has a very high sex drive, it kind of goes along with being so touch-starved. Once a day is the absolute minimum he will go for.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Nubbins falls asleep fairly quickly, but he is not the „rolls over and immediately starts snoring“ type. He dozes off, yes, but he will do so with his arms wrapped around you, and his head resting on your chest so he can hear your heartbeat.

[sweet-dreams-internal-screams]

Anniversary💕

EthanxFemreader

Y’all are fiends💀 (it’s me I’m y’all)

Warnings⚠️ swearing mean/insecure!reader kinda, oral (fem receiving) dirty talk sub!ethan, praise

Ethan followed Y/N into her apartment as she stormed into her bedroom not saying a word to the curly haired boy. He grimaced as a shut the door behind him, still unsure of what he did wrong but by tension that filled the room as Y/N walked back in her Pjs Ethan didn’t want to know.

He tried to recall his day to the best of his abilities. He’d texted Y/N when he first woke up, gone to his classes for the day and then back to his dorm to hang with Chad. Ethan was stumped and he hated nothing more than to see her upset with him.

Y/n however was a silent as a rock, making little movements around her apartment. She had cleaned up out of frustration, not wanting to look Ethan in the eyes. She then stepped into the kitchen and made herself a bowl of popcorn and plopped onto the couch, turning on the television, still not acknowledging the boy.

“Y/n? What’s wrong?” Ethan asked gently sitting close to her, he was in fear that she’d get up and leave but she stayed still focused on the TV as her arm extended out to the calendar on the wall, today’s date marked in a Purple Heart: 3 month anniversary w E.

Oh god

Ethan groaned at this sight knowing he’d forgotten the date they were planned to go on. He could almost kick himself as he turned back to Y/n, whose eyes were still glued to the screen. Ethan turned to face her and placed his hand on her knee. “It’s our anniversary.” “Sure is! How’d you know?” “Y/n, baby I’m so sorry it slipped my mind completely!” “That’s what every girl LOVES to hear Ethan!” She said rolling her eyes. Ethan sputtered out more apologies then Y/N turned to face him. “I’m not trying to be insecure but how am I not supposed to feel like that if you forget things like this? I really care about you and to not hear from you all day and because you forgot about something really important to me…E, it fucking sucks.” She said turning away from the boy. Ethan sighed as she stood and announced to was going to bed. Y/n walked into the bedroom and shut the door quietly. Ethan stuck his head in his hands as he stood, knowing he’d fucked up.

Y/n was opening up the blankets as Ethan walked in, he grabbed her hands and pulled her into a tight hug, holding her against his chest. “M’ so so sorry baby, there’s no excuse but I really am, I love you Y/n and never want you to feel like this ever again.” He murmured into her chest. Y/n looked up at him with softened gaze and nodded. “I love you baby I really do.” He said. Y/n stood on her tiptoes to reach the tall boy and softly pecked his lips. “I love you too Eth.” She said. Ethan wrapped his hands around her face and began placing longing kisses on her lips. His hands sliding down to her hips, gripping them tightly. He the hoisted Y/N up, as her legs wrapped around his midsection as they continued to kiss, slightly pulling on her lower lip to open her mouth up to him.

Ethan moaned ever so slightly as he kissed Y/n, backing up onto the bed he moved his hands onto Y/Ns ass as he attacked her neck, sucking on the patch right behind her ear, causing her hips to buck up into him. He continued to mark her until he turned so Y/N on the bed now and he was in front of her. “Please let me make it up to you baby.” He whispered, playing with the waistband of her pants. She nodded and began to remove her pants, earning a small push from Ethan as he did it himself, then using his teeth to remove her underwear. The cold hitting Y/N’s middle section as Ethan traced her body with a finger. He muttered small praises to her. Ethan trailed all they way right before the opening of Y/n stopping to hold her knees open. He then began to kiss and suck on her thighs leaving marks that would only be visible to someone with access to Y/Ns lower half, which no one did, except Ethan.

After his explicit teasing, which was not necessary in said situation, Ethan finally aligned his mouth with Y/n, sucking and licking lines as moans leave her lips. Keeping his eyes hooked on Y/n as he continues to rave across her, taking any opportunity to lick inside her. “M’sorry, m’so sorry my perfect girl, I love you, so pretty and wet for me baby.” He hummed into her as Y/Ns hips bucked into Ethan, his nose aligning with her clit. “Fuck Ethan!” She yelled, her legs locking around Ethan’s shoulders as she gripped the bedsheets in any attempt to hold onto her anticipation. Just as the familiar feeling started to burning in her stomach, Ethan slid two fingers into Y/n as he locked his lips onto her clit, flicking his tongue against her. Y/Ns back arched as her moans got louder and more aggressive mixed with pants, finally coming and falling back into the pile of pillows behind her.

“Fuck baby, forget our anniversary more often.” “Absolutely not, I’ll be gray and old and celebrate our 100th.” “If it makes you feel any better I forgive you.” “Im glad, but if I ever fuck up again, I’ll know what to do.”

Ethan kissed up her thighs again, reminiscing about the marks he’d left on her earlier while he licked up the mess he made on Y/n. He then went into her bathroom and let the faucet run while he wet a washcloth, returning to clean Y/n a bit more before sliding a new pair of underwear he’d gotten from her drawer. She stared at this boy who just looked back at her with the sweetest smile and soft eyes. Ethan the crawled up into bed spooning his girl.

“You’re telling me you’re not going feral right now?” “I never said that but tonight and tomorrow are about you baby.”

Ethan then rested his face in the crook of her neck wrapping his arms around her and falling asleep.

A/N: I’m so kind for releasing this early since it’s my birthday but here it is! Charlie will be out on Thursday and Chad on Next Tuesday !!

[laurageto]

Aki Hayakawa

"YES SPIN THE BOTTLE!" Power chanted with a devilish grin planted across her face. Denji looked back and forth between the fiend, Aki and you. "What the hell is spin the bottle?" You all side eyed eachother in exasperation. "Have you lived in a bin all of your life?" Aki muttered under his breath.

The cramped apartment smelt of stale cigerette smoke and liqueur. You'd all been on a night out with the wider Public Safety Devil Hunters. Himeno had ensured you'd all drunk copious amounts of liqueur between you before sending you off back to your apartment.

Thanks Himeno, thanks a bunch.

"Want me to kick you in the balls again tough guy?" Denji declared his act of war against the ebony haired male, both testosterone fueled edging closer together from across the table.

You grabbed one of the many used shot glasses from the table and topped it up with the golden coloured tequila that happened to be in arms reach. You brought your delicate hand up to your mouth, parting your lips and extending your tongue to graze your supple skin. Your fingers found the salt shaker you'd brought to the table earlier in the evening, gingerly you tapped the white granules onto the slick saliva trail you'd left.

Both boys had completely forgotten about their argument and their focus was entirely consumed by you. Your prepped hand met your tongue once more, in one smooth lick the crystals enter your mouth and melt.

You placed the cold glass to your lips and tipped the contents down your throat. The heat of the liquid soared down your esophagus. 

"Damn Hayakawa, your girlfriend is fire". Aki quickly snapped out of his trance, a vein on his forehead popped in frustration.

"SPIN NOW!" Power slammed an empty bottle into the middle of the table. "Don't worry Denji, you'll get the game once we start. Why don't you go first?" you smiled kindly at the strawberry blonde male.

Denji span the bottle and it's opening pointed at Power. "Ok so now you have to ask Power to answer a truth or complete a dare". He pondered for a moment before grinning. "Ok. Eat those vegetables you left earlier!"

"NO FAIR!" She screamed, folding her arms across her chest like a petulant child. "Come on Power. A dares a dare" you nudged her gently. She wandered over to the kitchen and plucked half a carrot off of her dinner plate that she'd managed to dodge earlier. Squeezing her lids closed she stuck her tongue out and placed the carrot on it, swallowing as quickly as she could. A fit of choking ensued. "YOU DAMN DEVIL! TRYNA POISON ME!" The female fiend raged on as she stomped back to the living area and plonked back down onto her seat.

"Ok Power, now it's your turn to spin". The devilman span the bottle with a stupid amount of force, so much so that it felt like a good five minutes before the bottle actually landed. "HAAHAHA! REVENGE IS SWEET!" she cackled as the bottle pointed directly at Denji.

"KISS Y/N! AND NONE OF THIS FRIEND KISSING. I WANT TONGUES!"

Denji's face flushed as red as a beetroot not knowing where to look. "It's ok Denji, it's just a game". You batted your long black lashes at him and leaned across the table. You caught a glance at Aki from the corner of your eye, his lips smashed into a line. The cerulean of his orbs anticipating your next move.

Denji gulped at your consent as he placed both hands on the table for support, his face edging closer to yours.

Your pink lips messily plant on his. You grin, brushing your tongue across his bottom lip enticing it to open. He happily obliged. You eagerly explore eachothers mouthes, his kisses certainly felt different to Aki. He was all nerves and clearly an amateur. Aki knew what he was doing, he knew how you liked it.

The entire makeout you kept your e/c eyes open and fixed on your boyfriend.

His jaw clenched and fists balled in a rage. He knew you were doing this on purpose to get a rise out of him - and it was working.

You ran your slender fingers through the sides of the blondes hair before starting to pull away. You weren't going to let him go without catching his bottom lip between your perfectly white teeth and teasingly pulling on it.

A string of saliva roped it's way between you two before it broke. Denji looked like he'd had a stroke.

Aki slammed his fists onto the wooden table, hoisting himself up and marching to his room. A loud slam quickly followed suit.

Oops.

"Come on Aki. It's a game" you rapped your knuckles against the closed door. He eventually opened it and you waltzed inside. He turned to you, pressed his chest into yours and slowly backed you up against the wall. "What the fuck do you think your playing at?" he growled.

You shrugged "I told you it was a game".

Running his fingers down your arms he grabbed both wrists tightly, pulling them up next to your head. "I don't share my stuff" his deep voice muttered in your ear as he closed the gap between your faces.

His wide palm took grasp of both wrists above your head to free one of his hands. He took hold of your chin between his thumb and forefinger, stroking your bottom lip with his thumb tip tenderly. "Are you mine?" He commanded. "Yes Aki" you obediently responded.

A smile curled into his lips before he gently peppered kisses down your neck and exposed collarbone. Your breathing hitched in delight which made him take a deep inhale. "You're wearing that perfume I like.." he whispered between small nibbles on your nape. His finger hooked onto the strap of your ebony dress, he tugged it down off your shoulder aggressively to expose more flesh.

You loved this dominent side of him, it made your panties damp with excitement.

You eagerly got involved in the action, hands knowing exactly where to grasp. It wasn't difficult to find, his cock already rock hard causing a tent in his pants. He groaned in anticipation as you grasp his member firmly. You massage the fabric around his large shaft causing him to slam is palm down onto the wall to remain balanced from pleasure.

The entire time both of your eyes are fixated on one another. The eye contact was intense but neither of you wanted to miss a single reaction from eachother. His finger trailed across your bare skin to find the remaining strap to your dress. Sliding that off, the gown glided off your skin like soft, creamy butter. His pupils dilated dramatically as your perky breasts came into view. "I noticed you purposely didn't wear a bra tonight". You hummed and nodded in response. "I could see those perky nips from across the table all evening, it was so hard to be professional in front of the whole team" the words escaped his lips between him working his way down to your breasts, taking his time and tasting every bit of your flesh as he went.

"Well you don't need to be professional now" you bit your lip in reaction to the tickles Aki's lips made against you. His warm mouth eventually finds your breast and he gracefully twirls his tongue around the tender surface. Your nipples become even harder with the stimulation, he delicately nips at them wanting to hear more of those moans he loved so much. It didn't take long for his ears to be satisfied, your toes curled as pleasure filled hisses escaped your parted lips. .

He finally released your wrists allowing only momentary movement before he slips both arms down your waist, cupping your plump bum. Without hesitation he hoists you into his arms, sloppily finding your mouth in the process. Your tongues dance together, perfectly matching eachothers movements. The taste of him was one of your favourites, not thick with cigerette smoke like you'd expect. It was fresh, the aroma of spearmint filled your senses. You wrapped your supple legs around his waist allowing him access to you thighs. He greedily grabs handfuls of thigh whilst carrying you over to his bed.

Your head eventually finds the soft bedding, the scent of his aftershave permeating through the sheets. It was intoxicating to you.

Next thing you know, his fingers are tugging the remainder of your dress down leaving nothing but your juice soaked panties on display. He parted your legs, a hungry smile displaying on his features. "Look how wet you are baby. Is this all for me?" His moist tongue greets his dry lips as he wets them eagerly. "Yes Aki. I'm so wet for you" you groan in apprehension of his next move.

Planting kisses between your thighs he inhaled deeply, your natural scent so alluring. He laps his tongue up against your underwear, teasing it between the fabric and your dripping pussy underneath. "Look at me" he demands, his hot breath hitting your folds as he spoke. You obey and pulled a nearby cushion under your head to get a better view. Putting you out of your misery he tore off the weak lace thong and threw it across his room. Leaning back he admired you for a moment..

You were absolute perfection in his eyes. He was so in awe of you, he never fully understood how he managed to get so lucky. You were his and he was going to show you that in the way words couldn't.

He dived down between your legs once more, parting your vagina with his fingers to expose your throbbing clit. He placed his tongue flatly against your area taking slow long laps, swallowing your juices loudly. "You taste to sweet, I could eat you all day" he muttered into you. The tip of his tongue finds your clit once more and flicks it which causes your legs to shake in rapture.

"My turn" your voice managed to croak.

He stands up and pulls the crisp white shirt over his head exposing his toned abdomen underneath. After the shirt was disregarded he fumbles with his pant buttons trying to get them undone, you knew this was your cue to step in.

"Let me help" you purred whilst getting into a kneeling position on the end of the bed. The garments made their way to the floor, finally revealing Aki in his full glory. Drool gathered in your mouth whilst you took his shaft in your hand and pumped it for a moment. "I didn't tell you to stop looking at me" he groaned. You placed the tip of his member into your mouth whilst gazing up at him, slowly inching it further into your cavity until there was no more visible. You worked on him for some time before he pulled himself out with urgency. "Fuck no baby, you'll make me cum. I want to cum in you"

You laid back once more, he placed his shaft at your plump entrance. He folded your legs back, allowing him gripping access to your thighs. "Ready?"

"Ready"

He didn't hesitate, plunging his cock as deep as it could go inside of you. He fit you perfectly. His breathing intensified the moment he entered you, his expression one of pure extacy.

He leaned onto your thighs, fingers gripping you as the speed he was thrusting increased. "Oh shit Aki, right there!" You screamed as he hit your g-spot over and over again. "Louder. Say my name louder. Let those fucking devil's hear you" he commanded. "Take it" he shouted, balls slapping against your round ass.

Sweat was drenching the both of you as you writhed against eachother. "I'm going to cum.. Aki I'm going to.." you laboured finding it hard to talk now.

His pumping started to falter, you knew this was it.

"Cum for me baby" you squealed, the first order you'd given him this entire time. His eyes widened, the moans now constantly pouring out of his mouth. "Now, cum now" he splutters. You feel the hot liquid shoot up into your cervix which was all you needed to finally let your own orgasm escape. The pleasure waved through your body and made you shake uncontrollably. The tip of his cock pulsates inside of you, expelling the remaining semen from his passage.

"God damn. I love you y/n"

[emperorofthedark]

I got tagged again by @ghoularcade! Thank you so much for the tag!

URL Song Meme

E - Eat the Children - Otep M - Mainlining Murder - Lars Frederiksen and the Bastards P - Pain - Oingo Boingo E - Epic - Faith No More R - Ring of Fire - Johnny Cash O - One Minute Man - Missy Elliot R - Rock Star - Hole O - Organ Grinder - Marilyn Manson F - Face to Face - Siouxsie and the Banshees T - Teddy Boy Boogie - Zombie Ghost Train H - Hey Good Lookin' - Hank Williams E - Elevator Man - Oingo Boingo D - Dope Fiend Blues - Mike Ness A - A Good Day to Die On - The Spookshow R - Right Through You - Drain STH K - Killpop - Slipknot

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[vertigoed]

faded (prequel) || rich boy!Gojo Satoru

Content : AU richboy! Gojo satoru x fem!reader, unrequited love, drug usage

Baby's only 23. Dancing under lights since she was 17. Her brain's flooded with ketamine High from every party, low from self esteem 

 TW: heavy drug use

MASTERLIST

PART 2 OUT

Inspired by the song 23 by Chase atlantic :) 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

2009: Senior year of high school. Age 17

You close your eyes at the familiar, soothing sound of the water bubbling as you inhaled the crystal studded bong, letting the smoke hit the back of your throat before exhaling. You felt a head rush from the mixture of tobacco and weed, sinking back into the sofa, as you enjoyed the heightened feeling of relaxation that you craved so badly all day. 

“You’re such a fiend,” Satoru smirked at you, looking up at you from his black rimmed glasses with his blood shot stoned, blue eyes. He was lying on the rug while smoking a cigarette, not caring if the ashes were falling to the ground and staining the white rug. 

“You’d be the same after what I went through today,” you snap at him, rolling your eyes. You were sporting a painful bruise on your hip after falling off your horse during equestrian class that morning, ruining your favourite Burberry outfit in the process. Noticing the ash marks on your persian rug, you kick his head with your foot, “Dude, use a fucking ash tray like a decent human being.”

“I can ask the maid to give it a wash, what’s the issue,” he got up as he rubbed his head, giving you a small glare but discarded his almost finished cigarette onto the vintage, ceramic ash tray you bought a couple months ago for far too much. 

You and Gojo Satoru were the definition of spoilt, privileged rich kids who had no perception of responsibility or accountability. 

Of course, on surface level, your life was perfect and you were fully aware of that. By the time you hit puberty, you already had a wardrobe full of designer bags that most people would kill for, and visited every Disney park across the globe, twice. You didn’t have to worry about mundane life problems like exams when you had the best tutors to show you the answers to the test questions. Things like worrying about your future or which college you’ll be going to was a foreign concept to you. Something you couldn’t imagine no matter how hard you tried. 

 The only anxiety you experienced was having to be put on a wait list for an Hermes bag. 

Being born into generational wealth had already paved your future and all you had to do was walk on that pretty flower road. 

But after a while, things got old and having everything and anything you like, lead you feeling trapped in a constant cycle of mind numbing boredom and wanting to chase a high that simply didn’t exist.   

Satoru’s phone started to ring, interrupting the music that was playing on the speaker. You watch him look at his phone with a disgruntled expression before he hung up on the caller, lying back on the floor with a heavy sigh. 

“Who was it?” you ask, grabbing the crumpled cigarette packet from the coffee table. 

“Utahime,” he nonchalantly replies. His girlfriend of the month. 

The room fell silent after that except for the booming music of Kanye West Runaway playing on the speaker, the frequency of the beat practically vibrated through the walls. You both enjoy listening to music loud enough that no thought could cross your mind. 

You found yourself zoning out as you smoked a Marlboro gold, your favourite brand, unable to fight the drowsiness after the countless number of blunts you smoked in one sitting. It was almost time for your afternoon nap anyway, so you closed your eyes. 

A couple minutes later, you realised the music stop playing again and looked over to Gojo who now had his phone to his ear, listening intensely. He noticed you looking and mouthed Utahime’s name which you roll your eyes in response. 

“Okay babe, I’ll ask Y/N if you can come over,” he said, he quickly muted his phone and raised his eyebrow at you, asking for permission. 

“Let me think,” you drawled, pretending to contemplate by stroking your chin before giving him a dead pan expression and a blunt, “Nope.” 

Satoru had this weird enticement for girls who were middle class or lower. You always knew it was an ego thing. He loved that he can toss a few bands on a Chanel bag and that would practically make girls like Utahime treat him like their God.  

At first you found it amusing how easy it was to win these people’s love and respect. A bag that’s worth a few pennies to you, was worth everything to them. You couldn’t understand why they can’t just stick to wearing tote bags or H&M purses that was within their price range. 

But the gag got old pretty quick, as he eventually turned into a serial man whore, having a new chick every month or so- and you having to be that girl best friend all his girlfriends hated. 

You were sick of them being jealous of your friendship, always wanting to be there if you guys were hanging out and the constant clinginess from them. Lucky for you though, Satoru never hesitated to replace them with some other chick. 

“Well, she has something important to tell me so I’m going to have to leave,” he shrugged before unmuting his phone to resume his conversation. 

You couldn’t help but be a little taken back at his response. Usually, he’d tell the girl that he can’t see them that day because he was already busy. This was the first time he had left you to hang out with somebody else. 

You scoffed in disbelief and got up from the couch, stomping over to the speaker so you could plug your phone in. You made sure to have it on max volume, ignoring Satoru’s furious glare. 

Satoru got up to leave, still on the phone, “Sorry babe, I’m coming now.” Before he left, he flipped you off, which you gladly returned. 

As soon as he left, you pull out your laptop and type in Utahime’s full name on facebook. You scroll through her profile, sneering at her cringe selfies in the mirror with the Gucci bag that Gojo had gifted.  You laugh at her post of her new car, it was a Honda civic, yet she seemed so proud of it with the caption being: 

Took me 6 months to buy this baby :) #sohappy #hondacivic 

You were infuriated that Satoru had just left your house to go see someone who’s happiness came from a shit box of a car. You tell yourself it’s not jealousy, that you were just upset for your best friend who was being used by a girl for his money. 

“What the fuck is so special about her,” you mutter before clicking on the request friend button at the top, “I’ll show her what’s up.” 

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PART 2

[aidaronan]

✨Fic Writing Review 2023✨

Tagged by the incomparable @greatunironic and my beloved @wynnyfryd.

Words and Fics

58, 889 words published on ao3

Plus at least 14,975 or so words of unpublished things that are started and incomplete.

At least 30 new ideas and/or WIPs.

8 published fics on ao3 + some new additions to the drabble/ficlet collection + many tumblr fics/microfics

One completed collab with @sparkle-fiend and one collab (two really) with @sparklyslug in the works

Two monsterfucker fics influenced by the Steddie FanExpo NoLa crew and getting crossfaded as fuck in the French Quarter after meeting Guiseppe Quintilliano.

Top 3 by kudos

Cassiopeia, Orion, Bootes (aka he was a gator boi) Like I Always Do (post-starcourt hurt comfort) Nothing Hurts (Like Your Mouth) (oops! all monsters. vamp eddie and were steve banging in a mausoleum)

Fandom Events in 2023

Lex's Spicy Six Spring Fanworks Challenge

Multiple @steddiemicrofic challenges: read here.

Upcoming Projects

Two Stranger Things Reverse Big Bang fics. Hilariously, neither of them are Steddie as the main pairing, but I think at least one is likely to hit novella length. I can't say a lot due to secrecy, but I feel safe saying one is a gen fic and one is f/f.

One tiny baker!steve/rockstar!eddie collab with @sparklyslug, hopefully out this holiday season.

One bigger collab with @sparklyslug in the spring if we keep our enthusiasm together long enough.

Will keep trying to plug away at the witches fic. I have, admittedly, lost some enthusiasm for them but I do know where the story is going. If you love this one, please be loud at me but in a non-demanding way lmao. I need you.

Two Fandom Trumps Hate fills of at least 10k for @withacapitalp and my dearest, Andi.

Eddie Bio project.

???Who Knows??? But there will probably be monstercock involved.

Some personal chat, rules, and tags under the cut.

Doing some oversharing because I'm starting to think it's vital that we all are honest about our struggles so we don't feel alone and so we know we're not failures. We're just people.

It's been a low production year for me. It's been a difficult year in general, but sometimes change is hard even when it's change you need.

Over half my year was eaten up with job hunting, moving, and trying to adjust while feeling the depressive effects of not having a local friend/support network yet or enough money for whatever the fuck the economy is, esp in this area relative to my salary. A good deal of my body of works for 2023 were written pre-move. Hell, a good deal of them were written in the first quarter. (Which, btw, shout out to anyone else who often feels a bittersweet sort of regret at not being productive in the current internet environment where you feel like you're old news if you can't keep up an unsustainable output. I love you, same, it's prob not true anyway, and here are 200 forehead kisses. <33) All of that said, I'm feeling much better lately. I've been reading again. Writing again. Feeling like I'm living again. I'm looking forward to another arbitrary border of time and on filling that border with joy, especially queer joy and weird joy and the intersection of both of those. As they say: let's fucking gooo.

I still love it here. I know steddie won't be forever for me, just like other ships before them weren't forever for me. But I'm having fun and have been really enjoying some of the connections made in this little sandbox.

On that note:

Rules: Feel free to show whatever stats you have. Only want to show Ao3 stats? Rock on. Want to include some quantitative info instead of stats? Please do this. Want to change how yours is presented? Absolutely do that. Would rather eat glass than do this? Please do eat glass, I’ve heard it’s good for your gums. Tagging, even though I know some people have already been tagged: @sparklyslug, @wormdebut, @banannabethchase, @just-my-latest-hyperfixation @messessentialist @rainbow-nerdss @plutosrose @thefreakandthehair and anyone else. @ everyone who keeps this fandom rippin' and roarin', kissing you, kissing you, kissing you

[onmyyan]

Caspian NSFW ABC'S

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Three words, attentive, bubbly, and clingy, he needs that skin-to-skin contact immediately, no matter what, Cas checks in with you after he manages to get enough air in his lungs, gets you whatever you need faster than the request can leave your lips.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes his eyes, the reason being one day you told him just how pretty you found them, Since then he can't help but see the beauty in himself, and his favorite of yours? Asking Caspian to choose a favorite body part is impossible, but, he'd always be a special kind of weak to your smile.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Need I remind you of the MASSIVE breeding kink this mf has?? Good because I will. He's happy to cum anywhere you'd let him but deep inside will always be his favorite.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Has on several occasions cum into your food, it scratches this, hidden, primal need to have some part of him with you at all times, and he deep down liked that you were none the wiser.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Caspian has had a few relationships before and it's in his nature to please, he is a munch your honor, that is to say, while he hasn't been in a lot of relationships, he's always been a pleaser and learned to read his partners quite well.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

So our boy loves to be as close to you as possible right? and there's something about having your soft thighs tightly locked around his waist in missionary, with those nails clawing into his back pressing him even further into you, yanking at his hair as if holding on for dear life, it makes his eyes roll back.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Depends on your mood really, he follows your lead. If you're giggly and playful? He matches the energy, not in the mood for games? Bet. He can read you like he has a pamphlet

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Light grooming doesn't really care much, darker shade of his red hair, although he started growing out his happy trail when he saw how you reacted to it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Very very romantic, mood lighting, and music if you're into it, Ol' house-husband over here makes it feels as meaningful and special as the first time, everytime. Worships every inch of your body, constantly praises you in the most meaningful ways.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

You'd think with how often you two screwed he'd be satiated but nah he's a fiend who jerks off to your selfies while you're away and humps your pillow.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Huge size kink, Overstimulation, Feeder Kink

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anyplace no one will see you, his blood pressure spikes at the mere idea of a mf seeing you come undone.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

BABES WHAT DOESN'T- but fr you doing something as mundane as reading a book or one of your hobbies he finds absolutely marvelous, one second he's admiring the way your skin looks in the light of the warm day, the next thing he knows he's kissing up your legs because he's so overwhelmed by his love for you.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Can't degrade you, Nope. Sorry. He just can't be mean to his baby!!! It's not happening.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Certified MUNCH, If he had a beard it be red if you pick up what I'm putting down lmao. He'd rather go down on you but he's not gonna say no if you offer, just know he will get impatient and flip your positions eventually, too addicted to the taste to be patient.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He likes to take his time with you no matter what, but in terms of pacing, by the time he finally sinks inside, his mind has turned off any other function than to please, meaning if you twitch a little more when he rolls his hips slower? He's doing it. If you go all starry-eyed when he fucks into you like a jackrabbit? Then he's shaking the headboard.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

If the area is secure enough he'll do it, although he'll always prefer getting to take his time with you. His stamina is monstrous so he's ready to go when you are lmao

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's game to experiment if that's something you need but he is also a creature of habit.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Minimum of two rounds, max four, but they last hours, he wants to soak in every moment with you so if he can he's gonna take his time.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn't use toys himself, but he does get a evil lil kick outta using yours on you, making you squirm and buck against him, type to fuck you and use your vibrator on your clit at the same time, after all, if it made you squeak like that how could he not use the tools to his full advantage?

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) He's a little bit of a tease in the build up to sex, very touchy and lots of heavy stares, the way he looks at you is impossible to ignore and always manages to light that familiar fire in your tummy, during the actual act he's far too into giving you EXACTLY what you want and need to deny you even for a few teasing moments.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Very loud, lots of deep, choppy moans, he's whining out all his appreciations and praises, your name is all he can say sometimes, physically unable to do anything but fuck into you as deep as he could.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Secretly has this fantasy of you getting his name tatted and the image of cumming all over that permanent mark has made him cum in his boxers before.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

7.5 and thick, and between you and me his tip is dummy sensitive

This mf YEARNS, he craves you, always, constantly, he'd be happy just existing in your space but you bless him by loving him, and all he wants to do is show you how much he appreciates all you do for him, this devotion comes out in many ways but the main is fuckin till the room stank 💀🤚🏼

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It takes him a while, despite having just cum so hard he saw white for a moment, his heart pounds too hard to rest, he's giddy, buzzing in his place, arms wrapped around you like a second skin, he'll only fall asleep after he gets in a good hour of watching you sleep ofc.

[spidercookie18]

I've had this idea in my head that Paul uses M&M tubes to keep his joints in! They're perfect, they start out having candy AND they're air tight! If you can make anything out of that for the love of all that lives, you gotta.

Summary: Paul is a fiend, and makes it grandpa Emerson's problem Word Count: 2.5k

Great ask! I love this one a lot, you’re gonna get a crack response, but it’s a good response. Cause I’m smoking a crack pipe full of these fruity little bitches!

So, I’ve been toying with the idea of the boys going to COSTCO; hear me out. Any TLB AU where everyone survives, means Lucy will take the boys in; no if’s and’s or buts about it. She is the best 80’s mom ever, she’s for sure adopting them. Which makes the whole David x Michael thing weird bc they would be…stepbrothers? Whatever, vampire relationships are complicated. She would also have to be feeding like 10 people. Hold on, lets actually count. It’s the boys, that’s 4 + Lucy, Sam, Michael, Grandpa E, another 4, then Star, and Laddie, which is 2 AND maybe Max, and the Frog brothers… depending on how that goes. Anyways, that’s still at LEAST 10 mouths to feed.

So, Lucy, being the mom that she is, would get a COSTCO membership to get all the things that her new, big family would need. Now, you’re probably wondering, “Ari, where the fuck are you going with this?”

WELL

Lucy would get a COSTCO card so she could get these rambunctious fuckers what they need. Max would foot the bill, and everyone would be ‘happy’ about it and shut up forever.  (FYI, Costco in the 90’s looked more like a Home Depot, which I hate).

Lucy notices, IMMEDIATELY that her new sons have some interesting snack choices to say the least.

David is waaay too into eggs, to the point where she doesn’t know if he’s even eating them, or if he’s just hiding them somewhere. Marko goes through wheels of cheese like they’re apples. Dwayne likes… pickled fish and marshmallows. And Paul… well, she’s concerned for all of them, but she’s most concerned for Paul.

He’s quickly becoming her favorite. He always helps with chores, even if he doesn’t want to.  He changes light bulbs for her, even catches and releases the bugs that get in the house for her. Sure, he’s screaming and yelling the whole time it takes him to get the damn bug outside, but it’s the thought that counts. He's a mama’s boy through and through.

Lucy started worrying for him though, the second she noticed he would go through candy so quickly.  And not just go through candy, he would go through the damn candy. Paul could eat a whole box of candy, within a few minutes. When she got trick or treat candy for one Halloween, Paul went through several hundreds of dollars’ worth of candy within a few hours. Specifically, she noticed, he would tear through the mini m&m tubes like nobodys business.

Which, if you asked Paul, he’d say it really was, “nobody’s business.”

She would buy the giant COSTCO boxes that had 24 tubes and he would just walk off with the whole box. After he’d done that three or four times, she brought it up to David.

Lucy: I’m worried that Paul is… going to make himself sick.

David: *Leaning against the kitchen counter* We’ve been worrying about that for a lot longer than you have, he’s just like that.

Lucy: No, I mean, he keeps stealing these… little… *gestures with her hands* tubes of candy and I don’t know what he’s doing with them.

David: Oh, *rubs his chin* well that would be concerning… if it wasn’t Paul.

Lucy: Can you just make sure he’s not eating all that candy, can you boys process sugar fine like that?

David: *shrugs*

Michael: *walks into the kitchen, and grabs something from the fridge*

Lucy: OH, oh, Michael, *waving her hands* tell David about the thing.

Michael: *closes the fridge* Oh, no, not this again. *To David* Is she bothering you with this? *To Lucy, pointing with the soda bottle* Are you bothering him with this?

David: *snorts* This is a real hot button issue, eh?

Lucy: I’m worried about him, is no one else worried about him?

Michael: He’s a weird guy, mom. He’s just like that.

Lucy: But-

Michael: Mom if it’s that big of a deal why don’t you ask him about it?

Lucy: I TRY. But every time I try to ask him about it, he bolts. And, *pointing at Michael and David* with all that damn candy, I might add.

David: *laughing* Yeaah, that sounds like Paul.

Michael: Don’t encourage her.

Lucy: *glares at Michael*

David: Listen Ms. E, I wouldn’t worry about it making him sick. But if it means that much to ya, I’ll talk to him about it.

Lucy: Thank you, David, *pats his back*

David: *already halfway out the room* okay byeeeeeeeeee

What lucy didn’t know, was while, yes, Paul was a fiend for sugar, he was hoarding the m&m tubes for a much more nefarious reason.

Paul was like a pack rat. Step one foot into the cave, and you’d think it was just a mangled mess of shit. But, if you looked closely, you’d notice all the little things hidden away.

Paul had been, for the last several months, eating, emptying, and refilling the plastic, airtight containers with grandpa E’s marijuana. He had been sneakily snatching the sticky green buds in the middle of the night and stashing them away for safe smoking.

Albeit, not as sneaky as he thought. Cause, on more than one occasion, grandpa E had been waiting outside in the garden with the spray hose for Paul. Whenever Paul would slosh into the cave the boys knew he got hosed again, and they’d laugh at his ass.

But, Paul, the ever persistent, learned grandpa E’s habits, and how to better sneak the weed away undetected. He’d crawl on his belly across the roof of the house with a bag slung across his shoulder (think army style, when they make them crawl through the mud; that’s Paul). He would peep his little face over the side of the roof and watch for grandpa in the garden. The first few nights, grandpa E stood outside for a few hours with the hose, waiting for the wild blond.

His persistence paid off, after a few days, grandpa E thought it was safe, and Paul snatched up his goodies. Paul thought he was being sneaky by hovering above the ground and not leaving boot prints; but the next morning, when Lucy, Sam, and Michael were having breakfast and they heard a string of old man cuss words, they knew ‘smokey the bandit’ struck again. Lucy didn’t believe for a second that sweet Paul could steal from her dad, so she chalked it up to her dad smoking too much and being old.

The next night when the boys went to visit for ‘pizza night’ grandpa E railed into Paul. He would not stop ranting and raving about how he was, “going to hog tie his ass,” and, “turn him into the ugliest taxidermyed vampire there ever was.”  Lucy gave the boys some money and sent them to get the pizza to let her dad cool down, but when grandpa E insisted he didn’t want Paul back in the house until he apologized, she told the boys to just go out for pizza.

Marko: Paul, you asshole, just apologize so we can go back.

Paul: If I apologize, then that proves I did it- which I didn’t.

Dwayne: Dude, we all know it was you.

Paul: Hey, he’s getting old, that’s 100% not my problem.

David: You know, if you strip the stalk, that kinda makes it more obvious, dumbass.

Sam: You shoulda heard him this morning,

Michael: Yea, it was pretty bad. I’ve never heard him blow up like that.

David: Really? What happened

Sam: He went crazy! He wouldn’t stop screaming!

Marko: *giggling*

Sam: It’s not funny dude, okay? He said words I’ve never even heard before!

Dwayne: Like what? ‘Dagnabbit?’

David: *snorts*

Michael: *Pulling Paul’s jacket by the sleeve* You know if he catches you, you’re dead.

Paul: I’m already dead, also, I’m so not scared of your ‘pappy’.

Michael: Hey, it was a fair warning.

After that, grandpa E went through with operation: catch that flying asshole. He brewed pots of coffee to stay up all night and traded in his hose for a shotgun. Grandpa E sat outside with a chair and his shotgun across his lap, just waiting for Paul to show.

Paul, the ever persistent, waited over a week for his prize. Lucy watched from the kitchen window, as her dad sat outside and stared at the night sky. Her, and Sam were beginning to worry about his mental state. He’d been forcing himself to stay away for hours, and whenever he did fall asleep, Paul would chuck pebbles at him to see if he’d gone to bed for good. Grandpa E would immediately wake up, startled, and one time he’d rang a shot off into the night. Lucy scolded him, saying what if he’d hit a bird, or one of the boys. And his response was, “good! Those fuckers need to learn to stop stealing my stuff!”

One night, after almost 10 nights, there was an opening.

Paul laid on his back, staring at the night sky, rolling the little grey pebble around between his fingers. He was getting sick of waiting, and if he wasn’t worried about what Lucy thought of him, he would have just gone and taken the whole damn garden already. He stared up at the stars, watching the clouds roll in.

Clouds.

He listened to the water as it began to fall softly onto the roof. The pitter-patter came slowly, then faster, then it came in a downpour.

Grandpa E: LUCY!

Lucy:

Grandpa E: LUUUCYYYY!

Lucy: What dad?

Grandpa E: Lucy! Bring me the umbrella!

Lucy: No Dad!

Grandpa E: WHAT?! But it’s a downpour!

Lucy: If you want the umbrella, you gotta come get it yourself!

*Lucy had had enough of her dad’s shenanigans and was determined to get him to come inside from the cold. She hoped this rainstorm was the wakeup call he needed. *

Grandpa E:

Grandpa E: SAM! MICHAEL!

Lucy: They’re not here dad!

Grandpa E: LUCY, YOU BRING ME THAT DAMN UMBRELLA BEFORE I CATCH MY DEATH OUT HERE!

She was done entertaining the notion that Paul, her sweet, kind, always there to help anyone, Paul, was stealing from her dad. He would have to come inside one way or another.

Grandpa E grumbled as his button-up shirt started to get soaked.

Paul turned to lay on his belly and watched his nemesis shift around, trying to determine what to do next. “Go inside, you old bastard,” Paul mumbled to himself. The rain was coming down hard now, if it wasn’t for his vampire eyes, he wouldn’t be able to see anything through the rain. Paul could stay out in the cold and wet forever if he needed to, but he knew grandpa E had to go inside, “go in,” Paul insisted.

He watched as grandpa E pulled the shotgun off his lap and scampered inside. He could hear him mumble something about an umbrella as he ran through the screen door into the kitchen.

Now was his chance!

Paul quickly flew down to the garden. He planted both feet firmly on the ground, what did it matter if his boot prints were in the ground, grandpa knew he was there, and also the rain would wash them out. Paul’s boots squished under him in the wet, burbly mud, he squatted down and grabbed the plant from the base of the stalk and ripped it out of the ground. The roots of the plant dripping down with mud and rain. He repeated his process a few more times. “Fucking old bastard,” he grumbled, as he pulled another plant up by the roots, “making me come out here in the - *grunts* FUCKING RAIN.”

He grabbed a few stalks, tucked them under the strap of his bag and flew off into the night.

Grandpa E heard the “woo-hoo” as he was reaching for the screen door. He ran outside, looking for the umbrella was a flop, it took him too long to search in the cramped closet, so he gave up and decided to return to his green patch of goodness. He scampered back to the kitchen and saw a hurried mess of hair shifting around in the garden.

Grandpa E: Look! There he is! *Pointing out the window*

Lucy: *Walking to the window* Dad, I don’t see anything?

Grandpa E: What do you mean?! He’s right there!

Lucy: *straining her eyes* Dad, it’s a downpour, I can’t see anything.

Grandpa E: *running to the screen door* I got your ass now!

But, as we all know, by the time he got out there, it was too late. Grandpa E, stared at the ground in defeat. He watched as the holes where the stalks used to be burbled and filled with mud and water. The boot prints were fading before his eyes. He knew no one would ever believe him now, and he knew Paul knew that too.

If he didn’t hate him so much by this point, he’d might have applauded him. But for now, he just fell to his knees, the mud sloshing under his pajama pants, and he wailed into the night.

Paul laughed the whole way back to the cave.

When he finally landed, he happily stomped down into the cave. He leaves of the stalks rustling, mud dripping off the stalks and the roots.

His boots squelched under his weight and the mud tracked in behind him.

The other boys and Michael watched as the cocky, rain washed out blond walked into the cave.

Marko: No fucking way.

Dwayne: Oh, Paul you didn’t

David: Atta boy!

Michael: Oooooh, I’m not here.

Paul hummed happily to himself; he ignored his brothers’ jeers as he walked to his alcove. He slung the bag off around his head set the stalks down next to his bean bag chair. He sat down on the tattered, ratty thing with an oomph. He looked at the stalks, he’d clean em and prep em for use later. Paul intended to pluck the seeds out and plant them near the cave, entirely done with being ‘smokey the bandit’.

He shifted to one side and reached a hand under the bag. He rifled around under the chair for a second before he produced what he was reaching for, an m&m tube. He patted his jacket for a lighter and popped open the blue plastic container. He wafted the open container under his nose and turned the tube upside down. A joint slid out into his open palm.

Paul plucked the twisted white paper and set it in his mouth. He flicked the lighter on and lit the end. He took a deep inhale and laid back further in his bean bag chair, still ignoring his brothers half-assed remarks.  

Victory never tasted so sweet.

[heyiwrotesomethings]

Cat Café

Power x She/Her Reader

A/N: What an awful little gremlin. You’re coming home with me. Mostly tame, but some blood/ gore towards the end because it’s Chainsaw Man. Blood/gore for the humans, not the cats. Word Count: 2,102

When the Blood Fiend first came into (Y/n)’s shop, she had been terrified.

She was so loud and destructive. Toppling tables, breaking chairs, throwing vegetables around the room despite her friends offering to take them off of her plate. If that young man with the topknot hadn’t stepped in to pay for the damages before they left, she didn’t know what she would have done. She still had to close down for the rest of the week to repair and replace a lot of the decor though.

There were occasions throughout the week that the Fiend would come banging at her picture windows, demanding to be let in before the boys she was often with would come drag her away.

(Y/n) was worried for the shelter cats that would be featured at her store looking for homes when she decided to reopen. As long as that Fiend decided to hang around, she was sure her presence would stress the cats something awful.

Thank god they had came in on a Sunday initially. Sunday was when the shelter was closed so there were no cats in the Café. (Y/n) could only imagine what awful things would have befallen them with that Fiend tornadoing about.

When everything was fixed up and ready to rock on Monday, (Y/n) had been reluctant to open up, but she needed to keep making money somehow.

“Maybe she won’t show up today…” (Y/n) murmured unconvincingly.

“What was that?” The shelter worker helping her bring the cats in asked.

“Nothing, thank you for your hard work.” (Y/n) smiled.

When the shelter worker drove away, (Y/n)’s smile fell. She finished setting everything up for the day, getting more anxious as the opening drew nearer.

“No use hesitating…” she sighed, unlocking the front door.

The Fiend didn’t seem to be around much to her relief. In fact, the first couple hours went off without a hitch. People came in for specialty drinks and sandwiches and played quietly with cute cats as usual.

But then (Y/n) happened to look out of one of the picture windows as she cleaned off a table and froze when she saw the Fiend looking in, nose and hands pressed against the glass, fogging and smudging it. At least she wasn’t pounding against the windows like usual.

Her wild eyes found (Y/n)’s, making her jump. She swallowed thickly as the Fiend ran to the door and burst inside.

“Aha!” She crowed, “You couldn’t hide them from me forever! No simple human could ever outsmart I, Power!” The Fiend slunk up closer to (Y/n) scrutinizing the plate with a half eaten sandwich that she had been about to clean up.

“Hey, hey. Isn’t that my sandwich? Why do you have my sandwich?”

“You… you want this? I could make you a fresh one.” (Y/n) tried to reason, but the Fiend took the sandwich and walked off with it, plucking out vegetables and tossing them carelessly on the floor as she went.

The Fiend, Power, (Y/n) supposed though it was a strange name, scared a couple of high school girls away from a particularly fluffy cat and plopped down in front of it.

(Y/n) bit her lip, afraid of what would happen next. Where were those boys she was always with that usually kept her in line?

But much to (Y/n)’s relief, Power was surprisingly gentle with the lazy cat, and all of the others she visited too. She was also the quietest (Y/n) had ever witnessed her. She was almost civilized.

“E-excuse me,” (Y/n) swallowed thickly, she had held out as long as she could, but the shelter worker would be back to pick up the cats soon, “We’re closing now.”

“Eh?” Power squinted up at (Y/n) from where she sat on the ground, cat lapping at her knuckles, “This is my business. I have the paperwork. Why are you still here? We’re closing soon.”

“Um, it’s my business, actually.”

“Tis mine!” Power huffed, but she stood anyway, “lock up, underlining. I have to let Denji and Aki out of the closet so they can make me dinner!”

“Ah… sure.”

Well, as long as she was leaving (Y/n) wouldn’t argue further.

The next day, Power came back. This time she had her buddies with her again. (Y/n) could hear them griping about her always running off, how they were devil hunters, not babysitters, but Power didn’t care in the least. She marched right up to (Y/n) and demanded a sandwich and a sickeningly sweet drink before plopping down on the floor to roll around with a cute little tabby.

“Why did you even have to bring this place up?” Aki huffed at Denji as they took the table (Y/n) lead them to.

“I don’t know,” Denji waved his hand, unbothered by Aki’s tone, and continued to eye the menu intently, “I didn’t think she’d be so obsessed since she has Nyako. I just wanted her to stop bouncing off the walls for one day. I’ve never had the money to go to a place like this. How was I supposed to know they don’t have cats on Sundays?” He turned to (Y/n) and gave her a big smile, pointing to all of the drinks and sandwiches he wanted to try on Aki’s dime.

Aki rubbed at his face, debating whether or not to step outside for a smoke before deciding on at least ordering a drink first.

“Sorry about her.” Aki apologized, tilting his chin in the direction of Power toppling a potted plant as (Y/n) took his order.

(Y/n) looked over to Power, who noticed her and pointed to another patron, blaming them for the broken flower pot before going back to talking animatedly to the two cats now laying across her torso. (Y/n) smiled before turning back at Aki.

“You know, when she isn’t destroying everything in the Café, she isn’t all that bad. Excuse me.” She gave a polite bow before walking away to give their orders to the kitchen.

The sandwich she gave Power was devoid of all vegetables, but layered with extra meat and cheese to fill out the bread a little more. The excited gleam in Power’s eyes let (Y/n) know she had made a good decision. At the very least she figured there wouldn’t be anything for Power to throw around.

Then she stopped by the table to give the boys their orders and went to greet the newest customers. The only disturbance that rocked the store, besides the broken flower pot, was when Aki told Power they had to leave.

(Y/n) tried to politely ignore them, but there was a lot of clamoring, yelling, swearing and claims of being bitten that filled the space for a few minutes. When (Y/n) dared to look over, she saw Power clinging to the doorframe as Denji and Aki attempted to pull her outside. Tentatively, (Y/n) went over with a possible solution.

“Power, you can come again tomorrow. Many of the same kitties will be here and I’ll make you the same sandwich I gave you today, okay?”

“Hmmmm…” Power kicked Denji in the jaw, forcing him to let go of her ankle to grab his face. Her lower half hit the ground once more, “That sounds favorable!” She turned back to a tired Aki and a sneering Denji, “What are you waiting for, let’s go kill that devil already!”

***

“I’m getting the Nobel Peace Prize you know.” Power smugly dropped when she stepped into the Café.

“Is that so?” Amused, (Y/n) played along, “And what did you do to achieve such an honor?”

“You know, stuff.” Power tossed her hair back over her shoulder with a confident grin, “They’re gonna make me Prime Minister too.”

“Very impressive, Power.”

Power puffed out her chest and released an impish giggle before tearing into her sandwich.

(Y/n) smiled and went on to her next task. Power may be a feral Blood Fiend, but she was also rather charming in her own way. Maybe more endearing than charming, actually? She had only lashed out as horribly as she did on that first day she came in because she was promised cats that weren’t there. Granted, she was still prone to boisterous and destructive behaviors, but she could also be rather cute when she wasn’t being a complete menace.

(Y/n) had quickly discovered that Power was very perceptive to praise and, ‘if you do ‘A’, you’ll get to have ‘B’. She could be stubborn, but getting used to her as she was now, (Y/n) wasn’t intimidating by sharp stares and even sharper teeth— well, the teeth were still a little intimidating, but the point was (Y/n) felt more equipped to handle Power than she had been a couple weeks ago.

It was a rather slow day, it was nice to have the company.

“Where are Denji and Aki today?” (Y/n) asked as she wiped down another table.

“Around,” Power shrugged in her seat, kicking the stem of the table repeatedly, “we were fighting a devil, but tis soooooo weak compared to me. I ditched them to come here instead!”

(Y/n) found it strange how Power could lie about the most mundane things, but be shameless in telling her that she had abandoned her team in the middle of a fight to eat a sandwich and pet a cat.

“Are you sure they don’t need help?” (Y/n) prodded.

Power scrunched up her nose, “If they can’t handle a silly devil like that on their own then they shouldn’t be devil hunters in the first place.” Power pushed her empty plate at (Y/n), “Since you ate my sandwich, you owe me another one. You know that, right?”

(Y/n) simply rolled her eyes and took the plate back to the kitchen.

“Another Power-Style sandwich please.” She called out.

When she received no confirmation, she walked further into the room and screamed.

Her chef was not just dead, his head was being smashed within the panini press several times by a spindly devil with a gapping mouth, lapping up the sizzling blood as it trickled out.

(Y/n)’s scream alerted the devil of her presence and he licked his chapped lips, finally letting the poor chef’s body fall to the floor with a heavy thud.

(Y/n) stumbled backward, her back hit the swinging door unexpectedly and threw her off balance, sending her to the floor. The devil slowly followed after her, teasingly swiping at her legs as she frantically scooted backward out of reach.

People died to devils every day. (Y/n) had even seen the after math of attacks simply walking down a crowded street. She knew it was wishful thinking, foolish thinking, to think it would never happen to her, but she needed to tell herself those things to keep her sane, everyone did.

(Y/n)’s back hit the wall unexpectedly and a pained yelp escaped her, and devil reached out for her with more purpose this time and (Y/n) shut her eyes tightly, hoping the devil would at least kill her swiftly.

“HYAHHH!”

(Y/n) felt something hot spray against her skin, but she dared not open her eyes to investigate. She heard thuds and squelching and grunts and then finally, laughter. Familiar, chaotic laughter. Power!

(Y/n) peeked through her fingers to find the demon as an unrecognizable puddle of goop and intestines. Power was stomping in the viscera and laughing like she was a child dancing in a rain puddle.

“Power you, you saved me.” (Y/n) exhaled shakily.

Power turned to face her, hand on her hips and a triumphant smirk upon her lips.

“You would not survive as a devil hunter. You better stick to this.”

(Y/n) made an amused noise, then it bubbled into a giggle, which then became a full on crazy laugh that Power joined in on. When (Y/n) finally stopped to breathe, Power asked,

“What are we laughing about?”

“I don’t know. I think I’m in shock.”

Power tilted her head from side to side, curiously watching (Y/n) attempt to catch her breath. Finally she hooked her hands beneath (Y/n)’s arms and started dragging her to the front of the Café. Then she picked her up and plopped her down on the couch, making a couple cats scatter.

“Just lay here. I’ll make Aki clean up the mess when he gets here.”

“Thank you, Power.”

Power licked the blood off of her fingers then moved around the vacated Café to gather the cats and lay them across (Y/n) in a line while they waited for Aki and Denji to come.

The next time Power came to the Café, (Y/n) was going to present her with a homemade Nobel Prize.

[verdemoun]

What happens to Uncle? The icon, the man who found his way into Beecher's Hope before Abigail or Jack did, the one who found Charles, the Uncle ever, the absolute icon. What happens to him? I can imagine he was quite confused by waking up again after he was killed. But then again, he always seemed smart, he adapted to the situation in his own way

Uncle was an absolute afterthought. Like getting ready to get John, frantically double checking locations and desperately trying to keep Abigail Marston Jr in the car when Uncle just stands up and yawns like he was taking a nap against a tree instead of having just bled out from gunshot wounds. Proceeded to look around, give an excited 'hello boys' to the gang and climb into the back of Arthur's truck to immediately fall asleep again. More confused when he wakes up the second time like wait a minute if this is heaven why can I still feel the lumbago.

He stays with John and despite it being a four bedroom house the gang managed to have set up for them in advance and the fact Abigail and Jack won't get there for a few years he still claims the couch as his sleeping quarters.

Turns out lumbago is Real (gang is horrified) but also what is known in modern era lingo as lower back pain. man gets cortisol injections and starts skipping down the street heel-clicking. also gets that weed card.

In every other way he is unchanged and it's frankly really nice?? like so many people the gang has to get to reknow after so many years apart meanwhile Uncle is still just Uncle. even with the miraculous treatment of his lumbago he declares himself retired from work, doesn't argue when they ask what work exactly, and sets his mind to permanently imprinting his figure onto the couch.

potato chip fiend. leaves crumbs like pixie dust with every step he takes. family sized bag of sweet southern bbq chips in his pants at all times

he just. turns up when he's bored. like a much less menacing figure of Trelawney. he's got an e scooter and just shows up smelling like chips and whisky and parks himself on the porch/couch/garden and enjoys the vibes. irritating all with stories of his fantastical fictional escapades between 1899-1911.

uncle and hamish become old man besties. uncle will sit on the dock with some cold beer and play little ditties on his banjo while hamish fishes and they both just tell stories and drink or sometimes sit in almost quiet enjoying the serenity of the lake.

[liketwoswansinbalance]

Lonesome Losses & Winsome Victories

Note:

The stanzas (when read top-down) go backwards chronologically, not forwards.

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- S O P H I E -

THERE ONCE was a girl with eyes green,

Who became an illustrious Dean.

She dared not to fail,

In glass slippers, black veils,

And entranced the most murderous fiend.

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- R A F A L -

THERE ONCE was a murderous fiend,

Ensorcelled by emerald green.

He fought and he fought,

Nearly prevailed all for naught,

When his visions had lost all their sheen.

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- M A R I A L E N A -

THERE ONCE were visions to glean,

By a bespectacled girl with a dream.

She’d plot and she’d plot,

Sow Evil's forthcoming Rot,

And engender a bold, new regime.

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- R H I A N -

THERE ONCE was a boy who did deem

Evil brutish and churlish and mean.

But felled again and again,

By his own wicked pen,

His soul’s fate he could never redeem.

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- H O O K -

THERE ONCE was a boy well-redeemed,

Once hired as buccaneer dean.

He would deceive and seduce,

And elude, say “Adieu,”

All betwixt two brothers’ warped schemes.

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- THE S T O R I A N -

NOW writes a Pen for to see,

A devilish force the Woods heed,

It recorded tales all anew,

Every time it did slew

Those too wary to serve it. Indeed.

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If anyone would like an explanation as to why I chose the order I chose:

Sophie's Evil was unleashed by Rafal.

Rafal was set on the warpath by the prophecy and to some extent, Marialena herself, who could be seen as representative of the prophecy in a way, as a Seer.

Marialena sided against Rafal due to of her vision of Rhian as the One.

And Rhian was originally (partly) corrupted by Hook.

Finally, everything was orchestrated and everyone was driven by the Storian itself.

What do I have to say for myself? Always, the Pen is contingent on mortal men’s greed, it never will cede its ink and its sheaves!

I’m on a rhyming kick, haha. Thank you for reading.