#feel free to answer if you have a thought but

[kenntolog]

𝝑𝝔 an: soooo i hope u like this!! read more here!!

cool boyfriend sukuna, who lives with his older brother jin and his little nephew yuuji, bringing you home for the first time since you started dating.

he was always reluctant about you meeting his family because he knows they will make a fuss about it and overall sukuna hates it when people pry into his personal life, which is what they usually do.

of course, jin itadori has noticed that he’s been absent — coming home from university to change and then leave or sometimes just not being home until late night — and has made sure that he isn’t hanging around with druggies or something like that like the responsible adult he is(he just annoyed sukuna into saying ‘fuckin’ hell, i’m not into drugs, i’m just hanging out with my girl!’ while yuuji makes sound effects for the drama of it).

so it’s not long before sukuna finally tells you to get ready to come over to his place. the excited squeal you let out makes his ears bleed, but it’s okay, he thinks with a small smile as he stares up at your window from below your building and waits for you to call him a little later so he can pick you up. he waits for you dutifully and you don’t disappoint him when you come out of your block; looking like an angel sent from above in your white sundress and pretty hair and soft makeup.

he can’t stop his lips from stretching wider as you shyly approach him, looking at him with an expectant gaze, waiting for him to say something.

“aren’t you all dolled up and pretty. ‘s that for me or my brother?” he teases, keeping his hand in his pocket to not ruffle your neatly straightened hair.

he doesn’t expect an answer but you still surprise him, holding onto his shoulders to peck his cheek softly and then move to his ear to whisper, “for you, ‘kuna~”

sukuna sucks in a breath and closes his eyes for a second, contemplating whether he still wants to go to the dinner or push you back into your room and have fun with you on your bed.

“let’s go, ‘kunaa! don’t wanna be late!”

he rolls his eyes and settles you into his(jin’s) car before taking his spot at the driver’s seat and stepping on the gas.

the ride is filled with the soft tunes of your favourite songs(yes, he loves you that much to let you connect to his speakers). you sing along quietly, too immersed in your own thoughts to notice sukuna covering his smile with his free hand, and watch the road, letting the wind blow back your hair and grinning softly. seeing you this excited about meeting his family spreads warmth through his chest.

though, when the car reaches his building, you seemingly get nervous, hand shyly holding onto his to stop him from leaving as you look up at him unsurely.

“what if they don’t like me?”

he flicks your forehead with a roll of his eyes while you shriek and rub the spot soothingly, “if they tolerate me, there’s no way they won’t like you.”

“you’re not that bad, ‘kuna.”

“oh, you don’t even know, baby.”

he tries to ease your nerves on the elevator ride; hand tickling your waist so you smile, lips planting soft kisses onto the revealed skin, reassuring you that his brother and nephew are far less judgmental than he is. the walk to his front door consists of you trying to run away while sukuna tries to tug you back.

and it’s really inconvenient that his front door opens exactly when his hand is raised to hit you on the back of your head so you come to your senses and stop you from being a dumbass. sukuna sighs, scratching his neck instead, while you bow down hurriedly in a greeting.

you feel your face heat up until there is a pair of much smaller feet with different socks in sight and lift your head to lock gazes with a carbon copy of his uncle, little yuuji itadori. he beams at you like the sun itself, so bright and intoxicating, “i’m yuuji! nice to meet you!”

you can’t help but smile back at him before standing straight to introduce yourself to sukuna’s brother and nephew properly.

to sukuna’s surprise, the dinner is far more pleasant than he ever imagined it would be. it’s filled with your and jin’s soft talking, occasionally mixed with sukuna and yuuji’s bickering, but mostly jin asking you about yourself and you responding. you treat jin with respect, evident from the way you think about your answers and ask if it’s okay for him to answer his own question too, and sukuna is happy to see that you two clearly like each other already.

not even talking about yuuji, who can’t seem to take his attention off of you; his small fingers playing with the dangling charm of your bracelet, eyes trained on your pretty face as he listens to whatever you’re telling just as attentively as his father and uncle. sukuna isn’t even gonna deny that it’s a very cute sight.

at some point, before dessert, jin tells him to come and help with the dishes after politely declining your offer to help.

“she’s very sweet.”

“yeah.”

he smiles when he hears yuuji’s laughter from the other room along with your giggles. jin smiles too, continuing to wash the dishes.

“and very smart.”

“damn right she is.”

jin nods, nudging him so he starts drying off the plates. “so how come she chose you?”

as much as sukuna wants to jump on his brother for the implication that he’s not the best of choices(before reluctantly accepting that it’s not that far from the truth) he knows the answer to that question, the corners of his lips curling upwards as he busies his hands with work.

“i chose her first.”

at that, jin stares at him with a surprised look in his bright eyes. they finish washing the dishes in silence and move to the living room once tea is ready.

meanwhile, yuuji is sitting on the couch with you by his side. he’s making origami for you(well, at least he’s trying) while he rambles on about his day and you listen so attentively that sukuna even wonders whatever the hell he’s talking about.

he enters the room with lazy steps and falls back on the armchair with a heavy sigh, catching your gaze and winking at you. you look away with a small smile, refocusing on yuuji who’s gone silent at the moment. the little boy sits closer to you, urging you to lean down with a chubby hand. you oblige, waiting for him to say something in your ear. you giggle at that, hand coming up to cover your mouth before you whispered something back into yuuji’s ear. that makes yuuji all giggly and excited as he wraps his small arms around your neck and places a smooch on your cheek.

sukuna watches the interaction with a soft expression on his face, eyes halfway open and a sweet smile playing on his lips, his fist barely covering the lower half of his face, before he hears a ‘click!’ and turns to see his brother with a camera in his hand.

jin’s smile reminds him of the smile he had when he first had yuuji in his arms. so warm it’s probably enough to melt away a whole iceberg. sukuna feels his chest tighten before wondering if he can make you something more than just his girlfriend for the first time.

+ bonus!

“what did that little dipshit whisper to you?”

“he asked if he was cuter than you.”

“and you said?”

(you said yes.)

“heh, i told him you were the cutest, ‘kuna.”

[pinkyqil]

R is very very shy and a little awkward, a couple of years younger than Ingrid and not famous, they've been seeing each other for a couple of months and she's been to a couple of games supporting Ingrid. The fans and the media all try to know who she is, crossing her privacy ecc and start to say very mean things to her so she start to pull away cause she's sad and think that Ingrid can have someone much better but Ingrid confort her cause she only wants her

I want you and you only // Ingrid engen

You and Ingrid had been dating for a couple of months now despite the three year age gap you both had going on. She loved you loved her that all that matters.

Ingrid always wanted to come wacht a few of the games oblivious and to support her. but due to timid and shy personality she understands and didn't push your buttons about it anymore.

You being you not wanting to feel like you disappoint her started going to the machetes even though sometimes you felt overwhelmed.

A few fans started noticing you're interaction digging in to recorde any sweet moments they could catch and post it on various platforms. The media trying to see if you had any celebrity status.

Ingrid had noticed the sudden attraction you both got from the public and told you to keep it on the for your own behalf but you took that too heart thinking that she was pushing you away and didn't want people to know about you.

You continued visiting Ingrid and supporting the team which lead to more media abuse.like fans finding out your private account and send you hateful messages saying Ingrid deserves better than you targeting your looks weight and everything they could critique about you.

You stopped coming to the games and kept rescheduling dates with her where you bearly showed up.

Slowly you started wondering if you were good enough for her.you already got the memo from people you weren't good for her or anyone.

tonight you planned on breaking up with her she had invited you over and you couldn't ignore your girlfriend soon to be ex.

Ingrid on the other hand had been very worried about you. Especially when she saw how the past few days you had declined her she was very worried after seeing things being said about you.

Arriving at Ingrid places you felt really nervous you were about to break up with the woman you loved the most.

Taking a deep breath before knocking on her door.

The door had opened with a worried looking Ingrid.she had immediately pulled you into a hug and kisses all over you face.

Oh lord how we're you supposed to break up with her you thought.

"Baby I was worried you stopped answering my text the last few days-". She tried to finish but got cut of by you.

"Let break". You told her with a cold stone face.

"What why did I do anything wrong".

"No you did nothing wrong it me I'm the problem you deserve better than me". You told her.

"What do you mean you're amazing please tell me your aren't listening to what people say".

"It not only that Ingrid you pushed me away when I tried to be there for you".

"Baby no I didn't mean it that why I just said it so you don't feel pressured I love you please don't leave me. She told you with tears flowing from her face.

You couldn't believe yourself for believing all that you had an amazing woman in front of you why would you try to ruin it.

"I'm sorry baby I just don't understand why everyone just seems to have something to say about me". you told her now crying.

"I love you and you'll always be enough to me". she told you

"Love to too".you said before grabbing her face and kiss her.

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[ask-the-rag-dolly]

after listening to an among us song i was given the drive to reboot this au so ,

originated from a doodle that spiraled , SPREAD THE INFLUENCE is an au where ragatha is the ( unwilling ) host of a parasite called ' the influence ' which is a virus that only wants to spread and survive . she wasn't compliant about it at the beginning which was ' fixed ' with an itty bitty bit of psychological torment !

also yes i know the abbreviation is unfortunate and i do not care it's funny

even though ragatha's still our usual sweet little optimist , there is this persistent feeling of wrongness . too positive . too affectionate . it's like all of her humanity has been scooped out and you're left with the mask she made for others in the circus .

which is how the virus spread in the circus - they preyed on vulnerabilities which was what their host is perfect for . striking when the victim puts their guards down , making them submit under the guise that their problems will be fixed ... unfortunately it's a monkey's paw situation .

of course , that's only for this particular instance of the influencer ! something to note is that the virus takes a lot from the host's personality , so t.i's mellow and passive , only resorting to violence whenever necessary . t.i's not really an opposite ragatha she's more like a Dark , Fucked Up Version of ragatha the amazing digital circus . she cares a lot for everyone she considers a part of her hive , but it took a lot of manipulation and gaslighting for them to get infected .

caine is left uninfected because " i would do that if my goal is to destroy this place ! " t.i's ultimate fear has always been dying . it'll do everything to not die , to the point it's trying to spread out of the circus . unfortunately there's this jester who's resisting the virus with pure lesbian rage and is trying to stop her .

now rags would eventually get de-influenced and the circus will no longer be infected , but we will talk about the extremely rocky journey of recovering from knowing you harmed everyone you cared about Later

was this ' the influence ' that amanda ( ragatha's va ) keeps referencing ? sighs ... yeah . ( feels so surreal that i can say i have their seal of approval for this )

why ragatha ? in story , how is she not the perfect host ? metatextually , this is an au of an au - this came from a blog about ragatha getting a virus that is inconveniencing her life . i simply thought of an idea of ' hey what if the virus took over her body ' one day . then this abomination was born . i would reveal the why and how she got infected ... eventually .........

is she still afraid of centipedes ? is it a ragatha if she doesn't have a fear of centipedes

does pomni still use a taser ? yeah

could i use / be inspired by the influence for my au ? i did not invent the concept of Computer Viruses so feel free to be inspired by it , no credit needed . for t.i as a character specifically , please credit me !

are there ships ? just pomni x ragatha

is suggestive content of t.i ok ? just don't send them to me , tag it as #tw suggestive or #suggestive so i could filter it out

is nsfw content of t.i ok ? my tiny artist hands are powerless against the unstoppable force that is the internet so my answer will not matter . that being said , i recommend that they're not put in the main au tag so people won't unexpectedly come across it . and no i do not want to see it please do not send them to me

could i draw fanart / write fanfic of this au ? 100% yes you could either mention me or tag it under #tadc influence au

does this au have an ask blog ? only a t.i roleplay blog so don't expect cryptic lore and stuff . i do plan on making a comic series for the influence since i have a story in mind

[rafesslxt]

HOW THEY MET | r. cameron

this is a prequel to my one shot ' miss you ' 💙 - idea to do this is from @sublimepenguinpeach-blog

summary: when you‘re over at your best friends house and her car suddenly breaks down – her brother Rafe has to drive you home

warnings: fluff, I‘m too tired rn to correct any typos, will do later so don‘t be too hard it‘s 5am where i live

words: 2,1k

song i recommend listening to: left hand free by alt-J

It all started when you were over at Sarah‘s. You two drove through outer banks with her car, her telling you that she would drive you home later, but that never happened.

Sitting in her car with her trying to start it, it was clear her car was broken. "Daaad!" she starts shouting outside the car window, getting Ward out of the house. "What‘s wrong?" he asked, walking towards the car. She explained the problem to him and let it try for himself but it didn‘t work still.

"I‘m sorry honey but looks like we have to take your car to the workshop to get it repaired.“ Sarah sighs and looks at her dad. "But Dad I wanted to drive y/n home, we went with my car today." He thinks for a moment. "Rafe shall drive her home okay? He‘s home anyways. Rafe!!" he starts shouting for him. "What? No Dad! I don‘t wanna let her be alone with him! You know how he is!" Ward rolls his eyes and answers his daughter "he is your brother, Sarah." "Yeah, exactly!"

You didn‘t wanna cause any problems so you smiled at them both. "It‘s no problem, really I don‘t mind. But I can also call JJ to get me with his bike." you suggested but Ward shook his head. "No no no sweetheart, it‘s supposed to be raining and I want you to get home safe from here." he says with a warm smile before turning back to the house, shouting his sons name again. "What is this boy doing?" be mumbles to himself. Now Sarah yells too. "RAFE!"

Finally Rafe comes out of the front door with a confused look on his face, yelling back. "what what what?"

" Would you please be nice and drive y/n home? Sarah‘s car broke down and I have a meeting in half an hour." Rafe looks at you, his expression unreadable.

"Yeah.." he just said, nodding while still looking at you. He broke his gaze from you when his dad pat his shoulder and walked back into the house. "Drive like a normal human being." Sarah tells her brother kn a annoyed voice. She walks over to you and gives you a hug. "Tell me when you‘re home, alright?" she mumbles agaknst your hair before letting go of you. You hear Rafe starting his car so you smile at her and nod. "Of course, see ya." You say with a smile before jogging over to him, opening the door and sitting in the passanger seat.

After a few minutes of driving and listening to some music you started a conversation with him, I mean the least you could do was to thank him, right?

"Hey Rafe.." "Hm?" he look over to you for a moment while driving. Your little smile made his knees weak and he never felt this kind of way so he didn‘t knew what to think of it. He always thought you were beautiful, the prettiest girl in outer banks. He loved the way your hair color complimented your skin and eyes, your lips looking soft and shiny with your favorite gloss over it. He just never thought about asking you out since you‘re a pogue and a friend of Sarah. Things would get complicated and to be honest, he didn‘t want to risk that you thought like him and then standing there like a dumb one.

"Thank you for taking me home, I mean I can imagine that you got more important stuff to do.. i told your Dad I could call JJ but he told me it would rain so his bike wouldn‘t be a safe option." you started yapping a little, feeling a bit nervous that you were alone with him. You always thought he‘s handsome.. hot. But he‘s your best friends brother so it‘s kind of a no go.

"No Problem, really. Wasn‘t doin‘ much anyway. And he‘s right 's better with the car – safer." "Yeah still.. thank you." Silent fills the car again for a few minutes until he starts a conversation this time.

"You like driving on bikes?" he asks you. "Yeah, why?" "See ya driving aroung with JJ all the time." he says shrugging his shoulders. " Ya know I have a bike too, right?" You had to smile a little at his almost cocky question. "I do, Rafe." You answer him with raised eyebrows.

"You could ride with me too. Mine‘s faster than JJ‘s" "Don‘t know how Sarah would find that but I‘ll thinl about it." you promised him, seeing his wide grin made you giggle a little.

"Can I put on a song?" "Yeah, here." he unlocks his Iphone (i‘m an apple girl and will NEVER write slmething differnet kn my storys #notsorry) and hands it to you. You search for your favorite song an put it on, looking over to Rafe to see his reaction but again his face was unreadable. You look outside the window, the night air blowing through your hair and putting goosebumps on your skin. Rafe saw it on your arms when he glanced over to you.

"You want me to roll down the window?“ "No I like it." But it didn‘t last long because not even a minute later, rain starts falling from the sky. He chuckles at your scolding face and closes the windows, pushing a little button at the side of his wheel. Suddenly your seat started to get warm, getting rid of the goosebumps.

When he pulls up at your house, JJ and John B stand outside the house, working on his bike while it rains. When they hear a car they look up, eyes going wide when they saw it was Rafe‘s with John B‘s little sister in it. "What the fuck?" he mumbles to JJ who was just as confused as him.

"Thanks again, Rafe. I owe you one." You say smiling at him, already opening the door of his car. "Wait." he quickly leans over and closes the door again which led to you smelling his cologne, the heat rising up your face. "Here take this.." he unbluckles his seatbelt and pulls his hoodie over his head to hand it to you. "It‘s still raining, don‘t want you to get cold." he says when he sees your flustered cheeks, feeling a little proud that he‘s the cause for that.

"I - thank you, again. Wow I really owe you big huh?" you chuckle at him, pulling the hoodie over your head, almost fluttering your eyes when you smelled his cologne on the collar again. "Just think about my offer." he says, scanning you in his hoodie.

"I will. See ya Rafe." You say, this time leaving his car after opening the car door. You don't see him winking at JJ with a smug grin on his face while walking towards him and your brother.

"Why the hell did Rafe Cameron just brought you home?" your brother asked almost furious at the thought of you and Rafe being even near each other. "Don't worry, Sarah's car broke down and he drove me home." you explained, pulling the hood over your head. "And what is that?" JJ joins the conversation, pointing at Rafe's Hoodie. You rolled your eyes at him and pointed at the sky. "It's raining JJ." and with that you left them standing, watching after you walking through your front door.

A few days went by after Rafe drive you home and no matter how often you saw Sarah and had the opportunity to give her her brother's hoodie, you didn't. You wanted to give it to him by yourself. Also the thought of his offer wouldn't leave your mind. You already loved driving JJ's bike, so thinking doing it with Rafe gave you butterfly's.

Then the best thing ever happened to you. Sarah told you she's dating your brother. Of course you were shocked, but not too much since you knew both of them and also weren't stupid enough to not see the tension between them. Besides the fact that you were happy for them tho, you thought of taking Rafe's offer, now that It wouldn't be much different from Sarah being with John B, right?

So you waited a few day's after Sarah told you and drove to her house, knowing she's out with John B and her parents on the Bahamas with Wheezie. You drove up to the garage, walking around the house and ringing at the front door.

It didn't took him long to open the door, smile on his face when he saw it's you. "Hey, Sarah's out somewhere." he says calmly. "I know, I'm here for the ride you offered me." you say with a smug smile on your face. "Oh? Okay, just uh - just let me get the helmets from my room." he says more nervous now, letting you in and disappearing p into his room.

When he came back down he handed you a black helmet, leading you through a door to the garage where his bike stood. "It's pretty.." you say, scanning it. "Pretty?" he chuckles, kicking up the stand and pushing it out of the garage, closing the door of it behind him with a key and a code.

"Yeah pretty." You repeat yourself, giggling quietly. "Why?" "Don't know.. never hear anyone saying pretty to it." he shrugs, sitting down on it and starting it. "Come on, pretty." Your cheeks instantly heat up at the nickname, so you decide to pull the helmet over your head to cover it. You sit down behind him while he puts his helmet on. He turns his head towards you and grins through it. " Ready?" he asks. You nod and wrap your hands around his body for support. He turns back and starts driving off the property. I yelp into my helmet, feeling it's indeed faster than JJ's and has way more power.

I feel his muscles flexing under his shirt which only made my cheeks turn darker again.

You drove around outer banks like that for a while, enjoying the ride and the feeling of somewhat like a little freedom. After about an hour he stopped at a little shop. You both got inside to get something to drink when he asked you "Does Sarah know that you're with me?" "No, didn't tell her." "Why not?" "Well she didn't tell me she's with John B for a while too, so.." His grin widens at your words.

He nods understanding and walk back to his bike with you. "Wanna do it again some time soon?" he asks, taking a sip of his water bottle. You took one from your own when you wondered "What? Driving around?" "Going out with me." You almost chocked on your water when he said that.

"What? Am I that bad?" he jokes, waiting for a answer. " No - no you're not, It's just uh - I didn't expect you to ask me out.." "Well, what do you say?" You remain silent for a few seconds, really thinking about it. On one side it was Rafe, but on the other side Sarah and John B are dating too, he's nice to you and doesn't treat you like trash just because you're a rogue. So why not? "Yeah, I would like that." you answer with a smile.

That's how it began. On the first date you two went to the beach on a more remote spot where nobody would see you two, so you could enjoy your first date. He packed fruits, drinks and a blanked for you two and told you to only bring your pretty face with you.

The date was beautiful. You had a book with you, which ended in you reading to him, his head on your lap and listening to your voice like a lullaby. You two fed each other with fruits, gigging when he didn't score, trying to throw grapes into your mouth.

You stayed there til late, telling the Pogues you had to work late. Only problem was, Sarah wanted to visit you and saw you weren't at work so she confronted you via message, asking you where you really are. You sighed and showed Rafe the messages. "Wanna tell her? Mean she own you for dating your brother, right?" he says.

After your date was over, you told her you would meet her at her house, her already knowing what was going on when she saw you and Rafe getting off his bike together.

After you explained to her and reminded her that the basically does the same, she agreed to keep it a secret and especially not telling John B.

That's how it started that you two went on dates, Sarah always covering you, telling the rest you're at hers or at the country club working. I mean how would they know? They would never go there.

It was the beginning of something sweet and beautiful, even Sarah saw that her brother started to change the longer you two dated each other.Maybe he does have a heart.

thanks for reading 🫶🏻 hope u enjoyed, let me know in the comments! 🤍

also thank u for the request/idea @sublimepenguinpeach-blog <333

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xoxo sarah <3

[notbecauseofvictories]

Longtime follower and I love seeing your insights, so wondered if you had thoughts or advice on this:

I live alone and I'm not in a relationship, though I do date. I'd say ninety percent of the time I really enjoy my life, seven percent I'm a bit sad or annoyed about not having a partner yet, and three percent I get tossed into the Pit of Despair. That three percent can be tied into hormonal cycles, bad timing, etc - even when I know the cause, it still needs to be lived through. Has that happened with you? If so, how do you manage it? I do okay, but it feels like I could do better.

Ah, but the Pit of Despair and I are best friends now. I've sent pictures from the Pit, all featuring me with an absolutely humorless, rictus grin, which does make me wonder why no one else has noticed yet. I have a timeshare in the Pit of Despair. I spend some time there every six months or so, standing in the middle of my impossibly overgrown, dingy garden, and thinking to myself, how did I get here? how do I get out?

And then, as though endurance isn't enough...then your timeshare in the Pit ends. You emerge in the daylight and immediately forget how grey and hopeless that garden was, the weirdly stained, collapsing furniture in the corner and the crooked yellowing plants and that mean laughter you could sometimes hear over the sounds of waving grass. You think to yourself: that will never happen again! I am free! I am cured!

(This will feel so much worse, the next time you're shoved back into the stupid garden.)

That said, I don't think you're going to like my answer to your next question. This is because I don't like my answer; unfortunately, it remains the only answer I have to this question.

I think having some unsettled sorrow, just a touch of existential despair, is the best we can hope to do in this life.

I think that with both rueful humor and deep, deep disgust, which is typically the combo I bring to musings about being a person. Of course it's a little funny---look at the monkey, it's got anxiety!---and of course it's also frustrating, unspeakable outside of bitter cursing, a problem that will not be fixed because quite frankly it's built too deeply into us to be cut out cleanly and thrown away.

(Look at the fucking monkey, you can tell yourself through gritted teeth, standing in that horrible garden with weeks of dirty dishes in the sink and an inbox of emails and friends blowing up your phone with plans you hate to even think about. It's got anxiety.)

I do not have a cure for this. I manage it with the same sort of humor and ruefulness and bitterness that I mentioned above---I don't beat myself up anymore, when I realize I'm standing in the horrible garden again. I know it too well. Sometimes it has an okay wifi connection? I watch some movies. I get done what I can, and forgive myself the rest. I have been here before; I will get out again. I just need to be patient.

Once I'm out, there will be a whole world, I know there will---full of music I haven't heard before and stories that won't make me cringe and emails I will respond to with ease and conversations where I can be light, amusing even. There is a world beyond the Pit. There is always a world beyond the Pit, I just can't find my way back sometimes.

In the meantime, I take another terrible picture in front of the stained furniture, and caption it "Hello from the Pit!!!" with a bunch of exclamation points to indicate that it's a joke, even though it isn't.

I wait.

[acis-arts]

Hello everyoneee, I got super busy recently, but I was still able to do some art and writing in the meantime! Here's all my Cult Leader Designs as well as mentions of the AUs I have!!

Some of these will probably change over time, if I feel like it. I just wanna info dump on my AUs and I also think it's good to post how they currently look instead of waiting for too long.

Down below is the info dump on my AUs:

(Before you start reading: "Kali" is the name of my Lamb)

Lost Crowns AU (/Forgotten Lands of the Old Faith):

This AU was called "Forgotten Lands of the Old Faith" at first, but I refer to it as "Lost Crowns AU" mostly because that name fits too and is shorter.

This is my main AU! In it, the entire story of the game is pretty much unchanged, this AU focuses more on what happens after the events in the game. I haven't finished the game yet and I'm assuming after getting all Bishops, the game is pretty much done. (update because I wrote these notes some days ago: I got Shamura in my cult today so I finished the main story at last)

"A few days after freeing all the Bishops, Kali wakes up and something is missing. The Red Crown is gone, all Crowns are gone. They run to find Narinder and the Bishops, but none of them are behind it. Together, all 6 of them try to confront the Mystic Seller next, but upon arriving at the gate they were always situated in, they find nothing."

The Mystic Seller left the Lands of the Old Faith for good and took everything supernatural with them. I haven't thought about a solid reason for that yet, because my main idea behind this is that Kali and the others are now forced to live without all their supernatural powers. They can't perform Rituals, they can't resurrect, they can't summon weapons and none of the Follower necklaces work anymore. The only thing that was left is the immortality of Kali, Narinder and the Bishops. They won't age but the risk of dying permanently is there.

I have no idea if I want to keep this idea or if I want to scrap this, but I also thought about Kali finding a gateway into the lands of the Gods and together with Narinder, they try to find the Mystic Seller to get answers. The reason Narinder comes along is because he's more familiar with that place and Kali would need someone like that. The second reason obviously being that I want to pair them up and have them develop their relationship over this adventure (with a proposal at the end of it perhaps). Third reason: it's fun to have the Bishops take care of the Cult without Kali and Narinder around.

I have so much more stuff for this AU, but this is already so much text. Let's hope I get to post more in the future!

Swap AU:

This is pretty self explanatory and the majority of what I posted on here so far. As a short summary: Narinder is now the Last Cat remaining, becoming the Vessel of Kali as The One Who Waits

No Mercy AU:

This is based on the second save file I have in COTL, on which I'm trying to do an "evil route". In this AU, Kali isn't kind and optimistic, instead becoming a callous, cruel cult leader after receiving the Red Crown. Up until that moment, they were at the bottom of the food chain and upon receiving the power of a God, they were finally the one in control for the first time in their life. They decided to never let go of the Crown and their Powers.

Orange Crown AU:

This AU is pretty much just my close circle and me inserted into Cult of the Lamb. So far my partner and me are inserted as NariLamb and my brother is the Mystic Seller because he looks like them. This one is probably uninteresting to most of you, as you don't know any of us. I won't be posting that much about this and keep it private mostly, but maybe some of you are still interested in the art, so let's see.

As always, Thank you so much for reading up until this point!! I hope you all had a good week!

[dragengyrr]

"Lose the jacket"…

More Alastor in dress from this post because I am completely normal about it (I’m not).

@prince-liest : answering previous asks, let’s establish now that if I mention you directly in my posts, you are free to link the art to your fics without asking (after all, it wouldn’t have existed without them). I’m pretty sure I’m not done with them. Cheers <3

Artist’s little side note (because I feel like rambling again): so Hazbin gave me two life improvements (well, three, if you add the music) - one was stepping foot into the unknown aroace territory and being hit on the head with realisation that it was my home all along, making my questionable behaviours and reactions in the past a whole lot less… weird. At least for me, the allos probably still thought I was weird af, but that’s their problem now.

Second improvement was discovering a cartoony style that just sits right with my hand. I’ve always loved cartoons, had a little nostalgic era at the end of high school where I went back to the stuff I’d watched as a kid (Jake Long, Ben 10, Kid vs Kat, Samurai Jack), then I was discovering shows that were made quite recently already as an adult (Over the Garden Wall, Gravity Falls, The Owl House), I loved them for various reasons… but every time I tried to play with their style, I couldn’t get past a few drawings.

I also never truly worked out my own cartoony style, so I thought I’d be stuck with realism for all eternity - which is not bad by any means, it’s just that added pressure of your own artistic ego whispering into your ear that if you misplace one tendon or muscle, or get the proportions wrong, you’ll likely burn down in some special part of hell, specifically for artists that are too lazy to check their anatomy atlas for every single drawing they make. Or maybe that’s just me.

The point is – I don’t remember the last time I produced so many drawings in such a short time, and it’s a blast. And I can focus on posing and emotions more than anything, thus learning new tricks, and it might improve my realistic art as well, right now limited by my fear of it somehow looking incorrect (because that would surely mean the end of the world).

-End of ramble-

[raina-at]

Fall

Warning: If suicidal thoughts trigger you, please proceed with caution.

It’s not the fall that kills you, it’s the landing.

Five minutes. From the time he got out of the taxi until he saw Sherlock’s lifeless body lie on the pavement, five minutes passed. At most.

John has lived through these five minutes countless times. Endless times. If you strung up every time he sees these five minutes play before his closed eyes - in dreams, in memory, in penance - you could reach the next century. At least that’s what it feels like. 

How did he do it?

Why?

How did I not see?

These questions haunt him, derail him, consume him.

He walks by Barts at every hour of the day, he studies the police report, he looks at the crime scene photos. 

How could I be so stupid? 

He was devastated when Sherlock jumped. He was traumatised and grieving and barely functional for so long. He pulled himself out of a deep dark black hole by the skin of his teeth and the ridiculous thought that he had to live on to preserve Sherlock’s legacy. That he needed the world to see how brilliant he was, how loveable. How human.

How deeply, bitingly ironic, then, that Sherlock’s return from the not quite as dead as you thought after all has derailed him completely. Sent him into a tailspin he sees no way out of.

He barely eats, he kips on the sofa in his office. He only notices Mary’s thrown him out because one day, all his earthly belongings are dumped in a heap in front of his office door.

He doesn’t care. More time to devote to the one thought he cares about. How? Why?

He replays these five minutes in front of his mental eyes so often. He takes pictures, he tries to find witnesses. He does all the things he should have done after Sherlock jumped, if he hadn’t been so stupid. So paralysed with grief. 

It didn’t even occur to him. That it could be fake. Because Sherlock wouldn’t. He would never.

What a fucking idiot he was. Maybe that’s why Sherlock did it. To get rid of him. To be free of the bumbling fool blogger running after him like a puppy.

Alex, his boss, puts him on medical leave when she finds him at the surgery at three in the morning, pacing his office, muttering to himself. 

He doesn’t tell her he has nowhere to go. He just shows up at Murray’s house, who lets him sleep on the sofa in the basement and doesn’t bother him otherwise.

It’s a grey December day when he stands on a roof, diagonally across the street from Barts. Mycroft told him about the snipers, and he imagines what it must have looked like, from way up here. 

He imagines watching Sherlock jump from this angle. Imagines the crosshairs of the rifle mark the place where the bullet would have entered John’s skull. Spends a visceral moment feeling it, wanting it. Wanting this all to end.

It would be so ironic, he thinks. If he actually did it. If he jumped. Like Sherlock did(n’t). Maybe then he would know. Maybe then he would understand. 

It’s easy to sneak up on the roof at Barts. Easier than it should be, after a suicide. 

It’s freezing up here. The wind cuts through his clothes. He shivers with cold and fear and a ringing sort of despair. What do you do when the only person you truly loved fucked you over this badly? What do you do when you’re not even worth a good lie?

He should have seen it. A thing like this isn’t easy to do. There had to have been cables, or a body switch, or some sort of catching device. He should have seen it. He didn’t, because he’s stupid and worthless and Sherlock never loved him, never wanted him, never cared. 

The windchill freezes the tears on his face. He steps up to the ledge. 

“Please don’t.”

Sherlock’s voice is raw and tired and rough with cold. 

John isn’t surprised. Not really. He knows he’s being watched all the time. 

He hasn’t spoken to anyone in days. He has to clear his throat before he can answer. “Why not?”

“Because I’m not worth it,” Sherlock answers. He sounds as hollowed out as John feels. As tired. As desperate.

John turns around. Sherlock looks like shit. He’s pale and wan and so thin, and John can see the lines the last two years have cut into his face. His nose is red from the wind and there are tears in his eyes.

“How did you do it?” John asks. I should make you watch, he thinks. Like you made me watch. Maybe then you would understand. 

“Does it matter?” Sherlock asks, weary and sad.

“Maybe, just for this once, I can decide what fucking matters,” John yells, his throat raw, the words like barbed wires, ripping him up from inside. “Maybe just this one time, I matter!”

“You always matter!” Sherlock answers, “Please believe me. You always, always matter.”

“Two years,” John whispers, unbelieving. “Two fucking years.”

“I know,” Sherlock answers, his voice as raw as John’s, holding John’s eyes. “I know.”

“What does that even fucking mean?” John yells. He’s shivering with cold and anger as he takes a step towards Sherlock. 

“Two years,” Sherlock says quietly, reaching out to gently touch the tear tracks on John’s face with ice-cold fingertips, his voice shaking with unshed tears. “I’ve missed you so much.”

John tries to bite down on a sob, but he can’t hold on anymore, he’s been biting down on that bullet for over two years, and he can’t do it one more single fucking second.

Sherlock’s there, wrapping him up in warmth and safety and that Baker Street home smell as John sobs out two years of grief and anger and sorrow into Sherlock’s ridiculously expensive coat. John can feel Sherlock lose control as he cries into John’s shoulder, muttering “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” over and over again, but John doesn’t need to hear it anymore. 

He can feel it.

He finally, finally understands. 

“Let’s go home,” he whispers into Sherlock’s hair. He’s done with this place. “Let’s finally go home.”

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I promise happy fluff tomorrow to make up for the pain.

Tags under the cut as usual.

@calaisreno @peanitbear @meetinginsamarra @totallysilvergirl @jolieblack @keirgreeneyes @helloliriels @catlock-holmes @jrow @salmonsown

[worldofkuro]

Painted Smile

Painted Smile XI

Pairing: Alastor x Female! Reader

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Summary: You couldn't wait to meet new friends. What you didn't expect was this smiling little boy, only one year older than you, that would take such a big place in your life.

Notes: Alright my deers. This chapter is very, very dark. But I loved it. So, if you have a soft heart, I would advice you not to read this chapter; there are blood, killing, slight torture - not very detailed- and i think a little bit of gore and Alastor's father being disgusting? I warmed you, but for those you will handle it, please tell me your thoughts.

His father was back. 

You felt shivers going through your whole body. Alastor was staring at you with a sinister smile, a twisted glint in his eyes. You both were thinking the same things. 

If his father was back, you could kill him and then get married.

You smiled widely at him, cupping his face with your hands. You kissed him softly trying to convain how happy and excited you were. Finally you will have your revenge. But before you noticed it passion overtook your senses. Alastor pinned you against your front door as you roamed your hands through his dark curl. He was nipping at your lips, demanding you to open your mouth for him which you gladly did. You moaned against his lips as you felt his body against yours. 

It was a new sensation you were feeling. You felt like every nerve in your body was electrified. Every breath you took was taken by Alastor’s hungry mouth. You felt lightheaded. Was it because of the alcohol ? Because you were so close to being married ? Because you were planning to kill someone ?

Or just because you were with Alastor?

You moaned against his mouth as you felt his knee between your tights. Dear Lord…! You nipped at his tongue, panting his name. You could see his pupils being dilated as he stared at you, leaning slightly away from your lips. You let go of his tongue, trying to catch your breath, your cheeks flushed. What just happened?

“ We need to talk about it..” you panted against his lips, closing your eyes as you felt his breath against your jaw before going near your neck. “ Alastor…” you felt him nip at your neck one last time before taking a step back. He straightened his shirt and rearranged his tie as you tried to fan yourself.

“ My apologies, darling. Your reaction to that news was… more than welcomed.” he smirked as he licked the lipstick off his lips. “ If you don’t have to play the nurse next week, come to the woods. We’ll prepare for our hunting session.” he kissed your forehead  with an excited smile. You smiled softly at him, watching him leave. You went inside your parent’s house and bounced toward your bedroom with a huge smile.

Alastor’s father has been staying in a hospital because of “mental illness”. You have been so surprised when Alastor had shared the news with you, did that mean that he would stay caged forever ? But Alastor just smiled at your saddened expression, he kissed your lips asking you to be patient, the devil will always go back to his home.

You stood in front of your vanity and undressed before going to the bathroom and taking off your makeup. You would take a bath tomorrow morning , you didn’t want to wake your parents. Your father didn’t really need you anymore, unless he was working too hard and needed a massage, you would be free next week. 

You laid down on your bed, relaxed as you stared at the ceiling. You had so many questions. How did Alastor want this? Would you play a role? You said you would stay by his side but maybe he just needed you as an alibi ? You closed your eyes. Every question would be answered next week.

~~~

“ You look good with a rifle, dearest.” 

You stared at the weapon in your arms and then to Alastor. You were both wearing hunting gears, and Alastor has given you his own rifle. You weren’t really comfortable with it.

“ I doubt that. Why would I need a weapon?” you asked, tilting your head. Alastor beamed at you before crushing you into a side hug.

“ Well, my dear, now you almost know those woods like the back of your hand. I’m going to hunt you and you are going to hunt me. Do not worry your pretty head though, there is no real bullet in those weapons, just paint.” he smirked as he toyed with his weapon, spinning it easily in his hand. You looked at him, you wondered why he wanted to play that game but a part of you was excited. Alastor hunting you? That sended shivers through your whole body.

“ Please Alastor, you’ve never caught me. I always was the fastest between the both of us.” you teased him with a beaming smile. You bit your lips as you saw his eyes darkened. Since your promise and his confession about wanting to kill his father years ago, Alastor was feeling more at ease with his emotions. At least with you. It was like he wasn’t trying to hide a part of himself he once tried to keep away from you.

“ Well then, go on.” He looked at his watch, the one you gave him on Christmas. “ I’m giving you a headstart of 10 minutes. Good luck, darling. The one who gets a deadly shot, on their chest or head, loses. Everything that is touched by paint is no longer usable.” 

You smiled before running into the forest, holding the rifle against your chest.  You weren’t that naive anymore, you knew Alastor gave you the weapons knowing perfectly you didn’t know how to use it, so why not use it as bait? You stopped running after a few minutes and came closer to some bushes. You took the paint bullet out of the rifle and put the weapon on the floor near the grass. Like this, it could look like you were lying under the bushes with the weapon sticking out a bit. It could work right?

You smiled as you saw some animals. It has always been a lively forest. You hide behind a tree, keeping the pain’s bullet in your hand. You were so satisfied with your plan. He wouldn’t see it coming. What was a shame though, was that you didn’t have a watch with you, so you couldn’t know how many have passed since you ran from Alastor and unlike him, you weren't really patient. You were beginning to be reckless.. You haven’t even seen any animals for a few minutes now.

You froze. The woods were deadly silent. Alastor must be near. You held your breath when you spotted him, he wasn’t making any noises. He wasn’t walking on any branch on the floor, he was deadly quiet.

You didn’t know why but watching Alastor searching for you was giving you butterflies in your belly. You bit your lips trying to contain your giggles. Was it normal for you to be excited by the thought of being Alastor’s prey?

“ Very intelligent darling, I almost fell for it.” He pointed his weapon toward your direction. “ But now, you are harmless.”

You step out from the tree, walking toward Alastor with  a faked pout. You didn’t want the hunt to be over yet, so why not “shoot” his rifle? Alastor was already beaming with pride as he lowered his gun but then you threw the paint’s bullet and smashed one on his weapon. 

“ Now, you are harmless too, right?” you taunted him as he stared at you with his eyes wide open. His smile was getting bigger and bigger and you couldn’t help but be proud to have succeeded in surprising him. You knew you were faster than him, now that he was without any kind of ranged weapon you could run.

Which you did.

As you saw his hand coming to cup your cheek you ran from him.

You laughed as you heard him running after you. You could feel the cold wind of January caressing your skin as you ran like the devil was behind you.  You avoided any whatsoever that could make you fall. You were always the fastest, who could catch you? 

You fell down as you felt Alastor tackled you to the floor.

What?

Alastor was pinning you against the snow with a maniacs smile. He was breathing hard, just like you, staring at you with an obsessional glint. Your chest was squashed against the floor as he bent toward your head, his torso against your back, his lips against your ear.

“ Caught you.” 

You stared at him with your eyes wide open. It was the first time Alastor had managed to catch you when you were running. When did he become this fast? He always has been stronger than you, but you were the fastest, that’s how it used to work!

“ Hha… Darling, finally catching you brings me such… relief..” he mocked you before kissing your cheeks.

“ Don’t get used to it.” you said as he let you go. You looked around and discovered a spot you’ve never had seen before. It was such a beautiful spot, you could come here for a picnic ! “ I don’t think I've ever been this deep into the woods.” you said to Alastor who didn't seem impressed. Well, you wouldn’t be surprised if Alastor already had a map of the whole forest in his mind. You sat against a tree and looked at Alastor.

“ Now, what about the plan?” you asked eagerly. It was the only obstacle before getting married. It has to be perfect.

As Alastor and you stormed out ideas, a plan began to merge. Alastor would bring his Father into the woods, a bonding hunting session between a father who returned from the hospital and his son. Your part was that you needed to be at his place before he went out with his Father. You needed to empty his father’s rifle before the bastard went out his Alastor.

“ When I was younger,sometimes he would put fake bullets into my rifle and ask me to shoot an animal. If I was lucky, the animal would charge me and I would have to kill it with my knife. If I happened to be unlucky and the animal ran away, my father would show me how pathetic I was by beating me until I lost consciousness in those woods.” he said with an amused smile. “ So, it’s only fair I let him imagine he has a chance of shooting me and getting out of here alive, right?”

You felt anger swirling up inside of you. This man was just a pig, he wasn’t a human being, he was a monster who should be killed as soon as possible. Alastor seemed confident about his plan, you didn’t have to see the carnage that would happen in those woods, but you would help Alastor by emptying his father’s rifle. You wondered if Alastor was trying to protect you by making you do so little… 

“ When will it happen ?”

You shivered as Alastor's expression turned maniacal. 

“ Tonight, dearest.”

You gasped as you stared at Alastor. Tonight?  You bit your lips, you needed to be strong. It was for Alastor and Marie’s sake. You nodded at Alastor who was keeping his eyes on you, almost seeming like he was waiting for you to say you didn’t want to be part of the plan anymore.

You both stood up and kissed each other. You stared into each other’s eyes with a blinding trust. 

Tonight, you would help Alastor commit a crime.

You both walked toward your Alastor’s house after taking your rifle back. You expected to see his father when you entered the silent home but Marie was the only person you saw. She smiled at you, but you could see it was forced. You weren’t sure but you thought you saw a bruise on her neck which made your anger raise once again. This demon has been home for a week and he already hurted his family.

Alastor’s hand came on your back, pushing you gently toward the living room. He gave you a hot chocolate with a calming smile. How could he be so calm? Your leg was bouncing without you being able to stop it! You were so nervous but Alastor was sitting next to you, taking a book and reading it like it was nothing. 

You sighed for the fifth time. You needed to calm yourself. You stood up and went into Alastor’s bedroom. You felt your body relaxed as you were surrounded by his scent. You walked toward his bed and took Eamon in your arms as you laid down.

“ Eamon… Tonight, I’m going to help Alastor be free from his chains. Please, give me courage…” you closed your eyes as you squeezed the now red plushie. Long gone was his pure white fur but it was still the same plushie for you. You didn’t realize you fell asleep before opening your eyes and seeing the night from Alastor’s window. You sat up and stretched yourself. You smiled at Eamon, you slept very well even though you were a stressing mess! You kissed its nose before leaving Alastor’s bedroom, walking down the stairs.

“ How come dinner isn’t ready, woman, hah?” you heard a voice said. You froze as you recognized the devil’s voice. You took a big deep breath before walking toward the living room.

There it was.

Alastor’s father was sitting on his chair with a bottle of whiskey in his hand, drinking from it. Marie was trying to explain to him something but his eyes settled on you. You felt a shiver of disgust and fear. Right in front of you was Alastor’s living nightmare. The one who, since his childhood, made his life a living hell. 

Would you really be able to take him down?

He was just a man and yet in front of you, he almost looked too big to be taken down by Alastor. Why were you feeling so scared right now?

“ Heh, you became a grown woman.” he said as he stood up and approached you, making you step back. “ “ Come on, don’t be impolite. Let me see you.” he spat as he looked at you from head to toes as he drank some whiskey. “ Not bad…You have hips for kids.”

What a disgusting pig.

“ Father, are you ready for our hunting session?” you relaxed almost immediately as you heard Alastor's voice, as he entered the living room with two rifles. You needed to empty one of them without being noticed…

“ Heh, are you, brat? Unlike you, I killed hundreds of men during war, a hunting session is nothing more than child play.” he said as he finished his whiskey. You looked at Alastor as his smile widened.

“ I could learn from you then.”

Alastor put down the rifles on the table next to you as his father went to the kitchen, perhaps to find more alcohol, while Marie was trying to tidy the living room. Alastor followed his father after giving you a look.

Now or Never.

You took one rifle and began to empty it of his bullets as quickly and quietly as you could and hid the bullets into the plant pot sitting next to the weapon. Now you needed to find a way to make Alastor understand which one was the empty one… You took off the necklace he had given you for Christmas  and wrapped the chains around the gun. You step back from the table and turn around to fall face to face with Marie’s stare.

Fuck.

“ Thank you for cleaning the trash out of the weapon, dear.” She smiled at you before going into the kitchen. Did she..? Nevermind, you followed her into the kitchen where Alastor and his father were having a conversation? It was mostly about how the bastard killed men like animals. Alastor was looking at him, clearly amused.

“ Now boy, let’s get into it.” The man went into the living room. You took Alastor’s hand as he walked next to you. He looked at you and you just put your hand around your own neck. Please, see what is missing… His eyes fell to your hand before nodding. He gave the back of your hand a kiss while staring into your eyes. 

“ Are you coming boy, I don't have all night long!”

“ I know, Father.”

You went into the living room and Alastor took the rifle you didn’t empty. You relaxed as his father took the other one and left the home with Alastor. You fell into the sofa with a sigh. You looked as Marie sat next to you.

“ So that's the path you have chosen.” she said softly. “ You are braver than me…” 

“ What do you mean..?”

“ Oh doll, I know what you just did. I might stay silent but I’m not blind.” she laughed as she put her hand on your shoulder in a reconforting manner. 

“ You.. won’t tell my parents about it?” you asked. What you were afraid about was your parent's reaction if they were to know what you just did tonight.

“ Haha, dear, no! Why would I ? I won’t lie, I would prefer to end this in another way but… I’m not surprised..”

You both stayed silent before you opened your mouth to speak up.

“ Alastor asked for my hand in marriage.”

You didn’t think you could hear such a scream coming from Marie’s mouth. She hugged you strongly saying that she knew it would happen and that she won the bet. You laughed happily as she kissed you on both cheeks, saying how delighted she was to have you as her daughter in law.

You stood up with a big grin.

“ I shall prepare tonight’s dinner.” you exclaimed before going into the kitchen, taking a knife ready to cut the vegetable for jambalaya but stopped yourself.

You had a bad feeling.

 You walked into the living room where a confused Marie was sitting. You walked toward the table where the rifles were before the two men went out. You moved the plants leaves, trying to find the bullets you hid there but couldn't find any single one of them.

You paled.

“ Sweetheart, is something the matter..?” asked Marie but you were already running out of the house without taking a coat. You were still in your hunting outfit, with a kitchen’s knife in your hand and running toward the wood.

The bastard had taken the bullets which meant he knew what Alastor's plan was about.

You’ve been fooled.

You weren’t a good hunter, how would you find them in this forest? You ran into the woods and began to look around. Thankfully, the snow had fallen a lot this day, so you could easily see the footsteps into the floor. You followed them and paled even more as you saw a trail of blood. 

Please, let it not be Alastor’s blood.

You ran, following the blood trail. You were panting, praying to some higher power for them to protect Alastor. You stopped running when you saw the scene in front of you.

Alastor was lying on his back, bleeding from his nose and his father had his rifle pointed against his forehead. You clap your hand on your mouth, you couldn’t make any noises. You needed to help Alastor… but how..?

“ You’re still the same useless boy you’ve always been, Alastor. What a waste.. I should have known.” He pressed his gun against Alastor's forehead. “ I’ll take care of your little doll. She was the one who emptied my gun, didn’t she?”

You saw Alastor smiling, composed as always. He just stared at his father, not moving, not talking– What was he doing? Fight , Alastor !

You inhaled. You walked quietly toward his father who had his back turned to you. You didn’t know if Alastor was seeing you as his eyes never drifted from his father’s form. His father must have been confident because he kept talking, never pulling the trigger, badmouthing Alastor as you creeped closer to him. Your hand was squeezing the knife as you stared at his form. 

You shouldn’t stab him, he could pull the trigger and end Alastor’s life just like that. What were you going to do..? You quickly put the blade against the bastard's neck, making him turn his head toward you.

Then, everything went down quickly.

He elbowed you on the nose, making you fall back in the snow, your nose bleeding. He pointed his gun at you but Alastor stood up quickly, and tackled him on the floor. You gasped as you tried to stand up, watching as Alastor was trying to get the gun from his father. You couldn’t hear any shout from the two men. Everything seemed like you were underwater. 

But you could feel every nerve inside your body. You threw yourself at the man as he pushed Alastor off him, ready to shoot him. You weren’t aware you were screaming as you held the gun toward the floor so the bastard couldn’t shoot.

“ Just die already !”

He punched you on the jaw making you lose your grip of the gun. He pointed it once more toward Alastor, seeming like he wanted to end Alastor’s life before yours. You raised your knife and sank it into his thighs, making him groan.

“ Don’t hurt him anymore!” you cried as you raised your knife once more and plugged it into his thighs once more.  He hit you with the rifle making you fall into the snow once more. You stood up quickly, you didn’t know how, and jumped on him raising your knife once more but before you could sink it into his chest you were tackled to the ground on the floor by Alastor before hearing a gunshot.

The bastard had tried to shoot you in the face. 

Alastor stood up just before taking the knife of your hand. 

“ You little cunt. Stabbing me like you had the right.” spat the devil in front of you. You stood up quickly next to Alastor who was breathing as hard as you. “ Killing you will be the easiest thing I've ever done. After fucking your mother, of course, right Alastor?”

You saw Alastor running toward the man, spinning the knife into his hand with a big maniac smile. His father threw the gun away, it seemed like he was out of bullets, and fought Alastor with his bare hands. Even you could see the devil was more experienced than Alastor, but Alastor never slowed down, he took punches without flinching, cutting his father on the cheeks on the arms.

You needed to do something. Come on! Move! Do something! Anything useful! Eamon gave you courage so use it! Alastor had just lost his knife! He needed a weapon, his gun, anything!

You turned around as you heard a bleat. 

There was a fawn not too far who was staring at you and then at the floor. What..? You looked at the floor and saw Alastor’s gun. You ran toward him, surprisingly the fawn didn't move when it saw you running toward him. You verified that the gun was full of bullets, it was!

You looked at the fawn who was staring at the fighting scene behind you. You didn’t have time to ask questions. You ran back and pointed the gun toward the devil. But you didn’t know how to shoot, and Alastor and his father were moving too quickly, you were afraid of hitting Alastor..

You just needed to give the gun to Alastor.

You took off your necklace from the gun and threw the gun on the snow, not too far from Alastor. You tried to come from behind his father’s back. Alastor must have understood you because he hit his father so he would stumble toward you, his back facing you.

You put your necklace around his neck and pull it toward you, strangling him. You pulled with all your might when you saw the man’s hands trying to take off the necklace bruising his neck. Alastor didn’t wait and began to punch his father harder and harder on his face.

His father punched him so hard Alastor fell on his back. You screamed and jumped on the man's back and bit him hard on the neck. You could feel the blood dripping from the wounds but you didn’t care. You bite as hard as you could as he tried to make you fall from his back. You were clawing at his face, tugging at his hair, doing anything to hurt him.

He managed to throw you in the snow once more but before he could hit you you heard Alastor’s voice.

“ Don’t move, Father.”

You both turned your head toward Alastor who was holding the gun in his hands, smiling with bloodied teeth. You felt your body relax before your hair was gripped by the bastard, holding you against his torso, his arm around your neck. Was he going to strangle you?

“ Don’t move, Alastor.” his father panted, you could hear the smirk in his voice. “ We wouldn’t want such a sweet babe to get more injured, would we?” He kissed your cheek.

“ Don’t touch me you pig!” you shouted as you struggled against his hold. You stared helplessly at Alastor who seemed to shake from anger. You felt his arms choking your throat. Was that what Alastor had to endure when he was younger. “ Alas…tor.. Shoot him..!” you tried to scream as he choked you harder. You were so closer from your happy ending, you just needed to kill the bastard! You felt tears in your eyes as air was being choked out from you.

You were not going to be killed! Not before being married to Alastor !

You don’t understand what happened but your hand went straight into the man's face and you tore off one of his eyes.

You tore off one of his eyes.

You tore off one of his eyes.

You tore off one of his eyes.

You tore off one of his eyes.

He let you go while screaming in pain. You didn’t even wait, you screamed at him like a banshee, jumped on him, making him fall onto his back. You took a rock and began to hit him repeatedly without stopping screaming. Die, die , die diedieidiediedieidie!

With his final strength, he pushed you off from him. You were ready to go once more but Alastor stopped you by putting a hand on your shoulder. You were panting, looking at him with dilated pupils, just like his.

It tasted like victory.

“ Alastor…” you said in relief. You could feel the man’s eye in your hand. You couldn’t look at him, you would vomit right away. Alastor kissed you tenderly, stroking your bloodied cheek. You hummed against his lips, the kiss tasted like blood..

“ You crazy bitch!” the man spat as he tried to stand up. Alastor walked calmly toward the man with his knife and his gun.  He stood in front of his father with a scary smile before dropping to his knees, and began to stab his father multiple times while laughing as the man was screaming in pain.

You walked toward Alastor and put your hand on his shoulder. It seemed like Alastor was not stabbing him deep enough to kill him, he was just enjoying bringing pain to the man, which you enjoyed as well! You sat next to him and Alastor held you the knife.

“ Would you like to try my darling?”

“ I tore his eye off, I think I’m good.” you laughed, rolling your eyes, not caring about the man’s moans of pain.

“ Oh right, it was an amazing sight, why don’t you give it to me?” he held his palm to you and you gladly gave him his father’s eyes. “ What do we say, an eye for an eye?” he laughed as he stared at the eyeball.

“ You.. both are bat shit crazy..” spat the pig underneath Alastor. Alastor hummed before leaning toward his father’s face with a grin almost too big for his face. 

“ You should smile more, Father, you only die once after all!” he said as he began to carve a smile into his father’s skin. You observed Alastor working on his living canvas. He seemed so strong like this, you smiled sweetly. You kissed his cheek, making him chuckle. “ Now, you look ready for your final moments!” He stood up and took his rifle, pointing it to his father’s forehead. You looked at the pig who was trying to talk to you.

“ What would your parents think, lady?” he spat at you as he stared at you with his only eyes.

“ I don’t know what my parents are thinking, but Marie thanked me for taking care of the trash.” you smiled sweetly at him before standing up, next to Alastor. Alastor was staring at you, like he was searching for a final answer from you. “ Go to hell.. Both of you…”

“ We’ll see you there then. And you better hide yourself, I can’t wait to kill you once more.” you smiled as you put your hand around Alastor's, the one ready to shoot. You stared softly at Alastor, it was your answer, you would fall in Hell with him without remorse.

“ Darling, will you marry me?”

“ With pleasure.”

And then you both pulled the trigger.

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[zzzzzestforlife]

👩‍💻 How to Prep for an Important Presentation 🗃️

even if you don't start out on the right foot, every decision you make starting now can still ensure your success ✨

last week, i scheduled an important meeting for the end of the day today for everyone on my team to roast review the plans i had made for our upcoming project. i wanted to give myself as much time as possible to prepare for it, but things don't always go according to plan. when that happens, don't give up. all it takes is one step in the right direction to change your trajectory 🌠

Have All Presentation Materials Ready

i was multi-tasking up until yesterday and overestimated my ability to finish preparing everything on top of writing code and bug investigations, so i finished within hours of the meeting 🤡

Get Enough Sleep The Night Before

i went bouldering and then had dinner with friends last night, so not only did i not go to bed early, but i also had arms/wrists so sore that typing up all my presentation materials that i left to finish the day of became unusually difficult 🤡

Circulate Agenda / Relevant Documents

i know exactly one person besides myself reads the circulated documents prior to any meeting, but i circulated the completed document two hours before. at the same time, i know more notice would have been ideal not just for attendees, but for me to get early feedback that would've allowed me to present better 🥴

Practice Presenting, Answering FAQs

i had time for one run-through and while i couldn't help but be flustered during some portions of the meeting, i definitely felt more prepared than i would have been without any practice and honestly, my peace of mind and striving for my personal best is what's most important to me ☺️

Be Open to Actively Solicit Feedback

i notice there is a world of difference in response at times when you say "i am open to any feedback or questions, so feel free to jump in" vs. "does anyone have any questions, thoughts, concerns before i move to the next section" or even specifically calling people out based on what you know to be their area of expertise! ☺️

Post-Meeting Tasks, Follow-ups

got (positive!! 🙏) feedback from my manager ☺️

organized meeting notes 🗃️

scheduled follow-up meeting ⏰

reached out to other colleagues whose input we still need 💬

🍃✉️: whether you're preparing a presentation for school or work, hope this helps! 💚 do you have any go-tos when preparing presentations? 👀

[devildomwriter]

Obey Me as Disenchantment Quotes #1

Lucifer & Satan: *Laughing maniacally*

Simeon: “While I question their evil motives, it is nice to see them happy.”

Barbatos: “Now announcing the triumphant return of our heroes from their quest that we all privately thought would fail.”

Mammon & Leviathan: “…”

Lucifer: “How do we even know it worked.”

Solomon: “Oh but it must have worked. Now to test it, we need a volunteer to kill you.”

Belphegor: “Dibs.”

Barbatos: “How can you keep messing up a recipe with two ingredients?”

Solomon: “If you ever run into trouble give them this note.”

MC: “Kill me?”

Solomon: “Thirteen gave it to me, now I give it to you.”

Leviathan: “I’ve been meaning to…but the thing is, I…so you see…well, I’m glad we had this talk. How bout you talk now?”

MC: “But you haven’t said anything yet.”

Belphegor: “Well I was waiting to tell you until after I was dead so I wouldn’t have to tell you.”

Mammon: “Now just keep holding on, okay. Just keep holding on.”

MC: “It’s okay, it’s okay Mammon, I always wanted to go out while I’m still young and hot.”

Leviathan: “I didn’t want to tell you because I’m terrified of female emotions.”

Satan: “No, no, no, I was mostly raised by Lucifer. And a bunch of friendly drunks down at the pub. They taught me the fine art of stabbing.”

Barbatos: “It’s just too painful seeing the truth all the time.”

Solomon: “Ah, that’s why humans tend to avoid it.”

Belphegor: “The profession left without me.”

Diavolo: “Oh, that’s too bad.”

Belphegor: “I blame myself, cause I didn’t even notice.”

Solomon & Barbatos: *fighting*

Asmodeus: “Guys, guys come on. I’m much more embarrassed than I am aroused.”

Asmodeus: “MC, you poor baby. What a horrific day you’ve had. Let’s have too much wine and forget about it all.”

Beelzebub: “How’d you become a weird talking cat.”

Satan: “You keep shoving waffles in your mouth while I think of an answer.”

Thirteen: “I’ll use my skills as a hunter and Raphael will use his diplomacy to stab them with a broom handle.”

Solomon: “I used to spend many nights up here. Watching the sky, the moon, the neighbors.”

Lucifer: “This is your home. You’re free to explore.”

MC: “Wow, what’s behind that door?”

Lucifer: “None of your business nosy.”

Mammon: “Maybe you were overcome by chimney fumes. It happens quite frequently in a place like this with no chimnies.”

Satan: “What family curse? You mean insanity?”

Leviathan: “No, don’t be crazy. But yes I mean insanity.”

Asmodeus: “You guys are heavy. Do I really need both of you?”

Solomon & Satan: “Yes!”

Asmodeus: “Damn, I hate democracy.”

Mammon: “I knew you could count on me!”

Simeon: “What’s this called again?”

Mammon: “A a massage. It’s like a light well intentioned beating.”

Diavolo: “You’re clearly upset.”

Lucifer: “I’m not upset!”

Diavolo: “You said that like you were upset!”

MC: “Come on Belphegor be reasonable!”

Belphegor: “Never!”

Satan: “We’re gonna have to wing this in a dangerously half assed manner.”

Mammon: “That’s the Morningstar way.”

Asmodeus: “There’s plenty of fish in the sea, Sol.”

Solomon: “Like hell am I marrying another fish woman.”

Lucifer: “Disappointment’s a form of caring.”

Diavolo: “Tell me, where are you from.”

Solomon: “A country setting, it’s kind of like a farm but more stabbing.”

Simeon: “This whole thing feels like a weird dream.”

Mammon: “Or scurvy. When does scurvy kick in?”

Lucifer: “Believe it or not I know what it feels like to be burned alive by a mob of idiots.”

Beelzebub: “Oh, sweet butter, you’re the only thing right with the world.”

Solomon: “Morning, Belphegor! Care to try my new cure all? It wards off the deadly plague.”

Belphegor: “I’m actually hoping for death. Thanks though.”

Mammon: “For the first time in my life I feel completely calm and—“

Mammon: *Gets attacked by hawk*

Satan: “I’ve loved you since the moment you killed my brother.”

Mammon: “You don’t scare me! I was born scared.”

[universaln0b0dy]

Hello I was wondering if there can be a part two to Monster where the boys confront the reader about their overblot? You can ignore this if you to.

here we go!

(Aftermath of this: Monster

Summary: They saw what you're capable of and now you fear that they might hate you....

Note: angst n fluff (Leona, Floyd and Rook), very ooc- also I apologise if this isn't what you imagined or if it's too cringe. I finished writing this at three a.m.-

Leona:

You had tried your best to ignore the lion after the Overblot, the way he had fixated you while you were in your overblot form scared you. You decided to yeet your feelings for him in the trash and ignore him, so he wouldn't ask questions.

After a week of successfully avoiding the lion your lucky strike comes to an end and you found yourself in a kinda funny position. Trapped between his arms.

"Herbivore, why are you ignoring me?" Leonas tail flkvjed from one side to the other, hid green eyes staring into yours. Your poor heart was shattering into a thousand pieces as you realised he would question you about your monster form.

"Because I don't want to be questioned about my Overblot form. I can't explain it either." You mumble coldly, trying to free yourself out of his grasp, but Leona seems disappointed, like he wanted to hear something else. But the fleeting gaze was soon replaced by his usual grumpy frown.

"I don't care about that Overblot form of yours, I would just don't like being indebted to people." He snarles, moving both of his hands away from you. You could just make a fun for it, but you don't, so you decide to play abit obvious.

"What debt, there is no debt." You mutter, avoiding Leonas eyes. The male sighs. "You saved my life there, of course I am indebted to you." Something about the way he said that made you confused. Leona wasn't the type to admit he owed someone something, or come to that person to talk about said debt.

"How about I let you stay in my dorm over the winter. As far as I know Ramshackle can get very cold." You were about to slap yourself in order to check if you were dreaming or not.

"Are you sure? I don't think you would like a monster like me staying in your dorm." You mumble looking to the side, only to hear him chuckle.

"I have seen your Overblot form and let me tell you, your not a monster.... if I am honest you looked kinda hot."

"WHAT?"

Floyd:

"SHRIIIMPY~"

You had barely finished fighting Jamil and you most definitely weren't in the mood for explaining about your Overblot form. It made you uncomfortable how Azul and Jade looked at you, keeping their distance. You were exhausted and their judging gaze didn't help your case.

Floyd on the other hand had other plans. You should have expected this, he would be mad you kept such a big thing from him after all. You lean against a wall, breathing heavily. The eel stops right in front of you, looking at you with curiosity, but also a sour mood in his eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me you could willingly Overblot shrimpy?" Just as expected he sounded disappointed. You shrugged slightly, trying to keep your eyes open.

"I thought it would be better if I didn't tell anyone I was a monster." You mutter, leaning to the side. Floyd isn't content with that answer, as if he could sniff out the fact you were lying.

"That still doesn't explain why you didn't tell me shrimpy, I thought we had something special!" Hearing that takes you of guard and you look at him with tears. You were trying to fight them, but that didn't stop them from flowing.

"I'm sorry Floyd, you're right, I should have told you.... it was wrong of me to keep it just because.... I.... you.... stay.." you couldn't complete the sentence and your voice breaks in between. You were selfish, yes, Floyd was a moody eel and many people considered him a monster, but why should he be forced to continue to like one, just because you couldn't get your sorry ass to tell him about everything.

"I should have told you I was a monster, than you wouldn't have wasted your time on me." Floyds expression softens for a second and he pulls you into a hug.

"Dawww! Shrimpy! I still like you! You're still my shrimp, even once you are covered in ink!"

The only thing you can do is squeeze him back.

Rook:

Rook was eccentric and that was why he still liked you. There was a subtle shift in his behaviour after you had helped fight Vil, he stopped being overly entranced with Vil, going over to shower you in compliments. You didn't know how long that shift would last, but you enjoyed every second of it.

"Trickster! That was un suprise! You looked manifique!" You lean your head towards the side, cheecks burning with embarrassment. Vil eyed you both, smiling softly.

"I hope this will finally stop Rook from barging into my room just to talk about the fact that the prefect developed a new habit."

You heard Vil, luckily. If you hadn't you might would have expected Rook to just revert back to his old self, but this gave you hope, hope that you would be more than just his current intrest. You looked around, everyone seemed chill with the fact you just overblotted and turned back like it was nothing. It didn't matter that Rook was eccentric, you could always trust his gut feeling.

"Rook, are you sure that a monster like me looked... manifique?" You ask jokingly, Rook grasps his heart in an over dramatic motion. "Oui, oui! Mon dieu, If I ever hear you say something like that again I will make sure to cut you off before that sentence can get to your head!"

You chuckle a bit, before going back to serios. "No Rook, I really want you to know that it's okay if-"

You blink a few seconds trying to comprehend what just happened. Did Rook really just kiss you, or did you just imagine that? Your knees get wobbly, maybe because you were exhausted or because you were embarrassed, you didn't know.

"OMGWHYDIDYOUDOTHAT?" You manage to squeal and Rook chuckles. "I warned you trickster and mark my words I will do it again."

Vil, please get your hunter under control, the prefekts heart might explode if it has to endure this any longer.

[kitty-tea]

Distracted

Link to masterlist

NSFW 18+ only!

Paring: Student!James Potter x Teacher!Reader

Warnings: smut, sexual content, oral sex, sex dreams, extremely filthy, small age gap (James is 18, reader’s age is early twenties,) teacher/student relationship

Summary: Your student James Potter doesn’t seem to be able to concentrate in class and you want to know why.

WC: 1.7k

A/N: Hello, I just want to say I don’t support student/teacher relationships in real life and this is just fictional, but this was interesting to write!

James can’t concentrate in class today even though he knows the material that’s being covered in his Defense Against the Dark Arts class. He usually prides himself to be one of the best in the subject. It’s been that way in the past. It wasn’t like being cocky was his entire personality because James made sure to study as much as possible during his free time. After all, who doesn’t want to impress their favorite teacher? Especially if the teacher happens to be a young and pretty woman.

He can’t ignore the twitch under his trousers everytime you look in his direction or turn around, the natural swaying of your hips emphasized by the way your skirt hugs your body. He was never one to think these thoughts in class about anyone. Until you started teaching in his last year of school.

Even though you weren’t much older than him, James barely remembers you from your time as a student other than that you didn’t have much in common with him other than being in the same house.

At first James didn’t know he had it in him to fantasize about doing such lewd things with you while you were right next to him. The first time you called him out in front of the whole class for not paying attention, his face went bright red while his friends laughed at him. Then it kept happening again and again. At this point he’s almost too afraid to find out whether you’re skilled at Legilimency.

James mentally plans out what he’ll do about his failing grades as he sees the other students pack up their things, and he hastily follows their actions.

Once he sees the last students other than himself close the door behind them, he swallows a thick lump in his throat as he takes slow steps towards where you are standing in front of your desk with your back to him, too busy arranging papers.

As quickly as James comes to a stop behind you, you turn around gasping with a hand to your chest.

“Sorry, Professor.” James tries to sound as sincere as he can. “I apologize for startling you.”

“That’s alright, Jamie.” Your voice comes out sounding as soft as your lips look, and he is alarmed at how his trousers suddenly feel tight around the crotch area as you shorten his name. Please, please don’t look down. He silently prays, as he regrets not wearing his robes over his uniform to help hide what he didn’t want you to see.

“What can I do for you?” You ask.

It takes a bit too long for him to answer even though he knows what he wants to say. “I… was wondering i-if you have a moment to talk about my grades?” Why was that so difficult to get out? And why is he always stammering like a damn fool everytime he has to talk to you?

“Of course. Why don’t you take a seat?” You give him that same familiar smile that he spends many nights thinking about as he gives into his filthy thoughts about you after his friends had long gone to sleep in their shared room.

Being as hypnotized as he always is by the sound of your voice, he does exactly as you say, and takes another gulp of air as he sees you sit right on top of the desk crossing your legs, your ass right next to where his hands are folded.

James doesn’t know what else to do other than to look up at you, being reminded of your position of authority over him. He lets his eyes trail from head to toe, starting with the neat bun on top of your head accented by the short strands of hair framing your face, to your glasses which emphasizes your eyeliner, before his eyes dip down to your white, form fitting blouse that if he squints long enough he’s convinced he can see the outline of your bra. He can’t help but to admire how you’re wearing all black on your lower body, your skirt already riding up, letting him see your thighs that were covered with black nylons, making the silhouette of your legs look sleek and elegant along with the matching heels which you casually let dangle off one of your feet.

“I couldn’t help but notice you’ve been distracted today, Jamie.” You say, leaning back on one hand while resting your other hand on your thigh. From an outsider's perspective, it looks like you’re trying to seduce him, and he’s almost convinced that’s what you’re doing. “I’m glad you came to me for help. I know you’re one of the best students in your year, and as your teacher I wouldn’t want you to fail this class. Especially because it’s your last year.” You say in that soft tone that makes him feel dizzy, and his breathing comes out shallow.

“What’s wrong Jamie?” You scrunch up your eyebrows in a way that looks innocent, but James knows better than to think you don’t know the effect you have on him.

“I’m sorry I got distracted. I’m sorry I’ve disappointed you.” James looks down as soon as his cheeks redden.

“Be honest, Jamie.” You take your hand that’s resting on your leg and gently place it on his chest, right where he feels his breath being sucked out as his heart beats faster than ever. “Am I the reason you get distracted in class?” You lean forward even more as you wait for him to answer. In the meantime, your eyes don’t leave his as you trail your hand from his chest to his shoulder before rubbing circles over the tense muscles.

“I… Yes?” James breathes out, almost grunting. He doesn’t even know what he’s saying or agreeing to just that you’re so close to him and touching him so lightly yet making him feel so much.

“I thought so.” You smirk as you bite your lip and bat your eyelashes at him. “Are you gonna be a good boy for me?”

Yes, he is. Because James wants nothing more than for you to praise him and keep calling him a good boy as he gets high from the scent of your perfume and the feel of your hands on him.

You don’t say anything as you let go of his shoulder and stand up. You then hold your hand out for him to take, which he does. Even with your high heels he’s still taller than you, so you have to balance on your toes as you place both hands on his shoulders this time.

You look up at him as you place a gentle kiss on his lips. He moans deeper into the kiss as you move your lips in sync with his before letting go.

“Have you ever kissed anyone before?” You ask him. He shakes his head. “Did you like it?” He nods thinking of how dumb he must look.

“I can give you more. Don’t you want me to make you feel good, Jamie?” Fuck. He doesn’t know how many times you can call him that until he feels like cumming just from you talking to him. He lets out what must be the millionth shaky breath as he feels your delicate fingers slide from his shoulders to somewhere dangerously close to the spot that’s evident of his desire for you.

Your eyes look down to where the tent in his trousers are before going up to his flushed face and giving him a smirk.

“What do you want, Jamie?” You ask him. “You want me to fuck you with my mouth that you can’t stop staring at?” He’s so shocked at hearing you use a swear word in front of him for the first time that he can’t move any of his body parts besides his neck which he uses to nod.

“Ugh, you’re so hard and ready.” You sigh as you get down on your knees and unbuckle his belt. Your hand gives his cock a once over before taking it out of the confines of his boxers.

“Be a good boy and stay still.” You tell him as you wrap your small hand around his length and stroke the tip with your thumb.

As if it couldn’t get any better, James looks down and sees your soft lips bobbing up and down on his hard cock, and he almost loses it. He doesn’t know if he’s losing his sanity or his ability to talk, maybe both. He knows he wants to cum so badly, and he can’t get enough of you.

With every breath James takes, he can feel himself get even more dizzy until he almost can’t take it anymore.

“James, James. Come on, wake up. Class is over.” Your hand gently shakes his shoulder.

James groggily opens his eyes as he lifts his head up to the sound of your voice. “Wh-What’s going on?” He rubs his eyes under his glasses.

“You fell asleep while everyone else was doing their writing assignment. Everyone else is gone and I’ve been trying to wake you up for a minute.” You tell him. From the lack of ink on his paper, you can tell he didn’t even start it at all before dozing off.

“Are you alright?” You ask him, genuinely concerned for his well-being.

You can tell he really is an intelligent person, but his head always seems to be somewhere else when he’s around you. You don’t know what it is about him that makes him act the way he does in your class when you’ve only heard the other teachers rave about him being one of the best students.

“How about you stay with me for a bit before you go to lunch? You can tell me what’s going on. And help me grade papers for extra credit. It seems like you had a nice dream, though.” It may be very subtle, but you catch the way James widens his eyes and tenses his jaw, like he’s scared of you finding out something. You don’t know what the big deal seems to be. You’ve made it clear that you’re not one to judge, you just want for him to open up to you, let him know you’re here for him.

“Sure.” James scratches the back of his head as you give him a smile.

You’re very curious as to what’s going on with him, and you’re determined to find out.

[asterrx]

choi san x male reader

Thank You Officer

warning: police san; au, no proofread,bottom reader,mention of rape,big d san,height difference,mouthfucking,bellybulge,car sex,etc.

!!!PLEASE BEAR WITH HOW CRINGE THIS IS!!!

It was a quiet saturday evening, you were walking home, from your best friend's house. There were only few people around and it was getting dark.

Cold breeze blows, the leaves of the trees falling,scattered on the road, you are feeling cold.

As you walked along the road on the sidewalk, you see a man staring at you, he dosen't look so kind, he's probably drunk. You try to walk past him but he grabbed your hand

"Hi there pretty boy", he says, he reeks of alcohol, he is big, muscular and his beard looks as if it haven't been shaved for a whole decade.

You ignore his words and try to run away, but he is too strong, there's no way you could escape his grip.

"Don't be scared baby, I don't bite unless you want me to", he says.

"Please leave me alone...", you start to cry, tears forming on the corner of your eyes. He's so scary, his looks were like that of a wild beast.

As you are struggling with him, trying to run away from him, crying, a tall figure appears from the other side of the road, walking towards the two of you. His face isn't clearly visible in the dark, he approaches you, and in the pale moonlight his police uniform looks so good in him. It fits him so well that it looks like it is a part of his body, his facial features are sharp, hie is tall and muscular, he looks so good, it is like every strand of his hair is in its own assigned position, he is perfect.

When the man see's the police, he quickly run away, now you are finally free from him. You are breathing heavily, still sobbing, you have thought that you were gonna be raped.

The police officer stands in front of you, so tall, you were only about the height of his shoulder, "What was that?", he said in a low uet clear voice. You panicked, his voice was so sexy, you just stared at him with even noticing it.

If this isn't love at first sight what would it be.

"Was that your boyfriend?" the man asked, you just shake your head. "You were causing trouble, isn't it?" he asked again. "N-no", you replied. The name tag on his shirt said 'Choi San', that's his name.

"Thank you Officer Choi San", you just bursted out, the older smiled, he probably thinks you're cute.

"For what?", he said, "For saving me" quiclky replied. "That man was assaulting me", you continued.

"It's not a surprise, you're just too cute", he said smirking. You were in shock when you heard that, he thinks you're cute. His words were lingering in your head.

"Do you want me to walk you home?", he said, you just smiled at him and nodded.

"I was hoping you'd say yes", he said, he is very good at flirting, you're already falling for him.

On the way home the both of you are chatting and San is flirting from time to time. You feel connected to him somehow even though you just met him. The two of you walked past a restaurant.

"Are you hungry?", San asked, but before you could answer him, the growling of your stomach speaks for itself. "But I don't have any money", you said, "It's on me, don't worry", he said.

"I feel like I owe you so much" you said, "It's okay", he ssid and smiled.

The restaurant was a new one, so their soju was 'buy 1 get 1 for free', San ordered three bottles and a lot of food.

Several minutes passed and you were already so drunk, San wasn't. You totally forgot that you are a lightweight drinker, you are now very very drunk.

San asked for your adress but you didn't tell him, you can't remember it. He decided to just take you to his house. He carries you on his back and started to head home.

At the front door of his apartment, he puts you down. You stared at him and said, "Wow, you're hot", San just smiled, "I want to kiss your lips", you said, you are like a completely different person when you are drunk, you are very bold.

San was silent, suddenly he grabs your waist, pulling you in his embrace,he leans down and started kissing you, first softly and slowly, and then its get more and more passionate. Few minutes passed and now you're, inside his apartment.

As soon as you get in, San took your tshirt off, after that he unbutton his uniform. Both of you are now shirtless. You continue kissing, both of your tongues exploring each other's mouth. Then, San lifts you up and sucking your nipple, his pants weren't able to hide his huge boner.

Minutes passed and you were naked, still kissing, San still had his underwear on, his bulge was grinding against you. Then you pulled away from him, and knelt down on your knees.

You slowly pulled down his pants, freeing his huge dick which was as hard as rock. Then, you kissed his tip, a low groan escaped his lips, tgen you started licking the tip and slowly taking his length down your throat,he is pretty vocal in bed with his groans and soft moans, but there's no way it would fit in your mouth.

You bobbed your head uo and down on his dick, swirling your tongue around the tip and stroking the part that you couldn't fit in your mouth, he let out groans. San grew impatient, your movements weren't able to satisfy him, he just grabbed the back of your head and told you to open wide, then, he positioned his cock on your mouth and started facefucking you,his deep groans and moans were so hot, his tip hit the back of your throat gagging you, you look up at him with teary puppy eyes.

San then lifts you up and laid you on the bed, he laid on top of you, he spread both of your legs and he licks his fingers and then he insert his index finger on your hole which is soon followed by the other two fingers.

After you're loosened up, he smeared his spit on his cock with his hand and the stroked it up and down, he then placed his cock on you entrance and slowly pushing in, only the tip is in but you were already a moaning mess. He always asked if you were okay to make sure you're not in pain. Then he suddenly thrusted it all in making you scream in a mix of pleasure and pain, he was so big that a bulge formed in your belly, San palmed it, he thinks its hot. Sounds of moaning and skin slapping filled the room, he started moving faster and faster, harder and harder, at this point you will not last any longer, there's no more pain, pure pleasure filled your whole body, then you reached your climax, spurting ropes of cum on your stomach and on San's chest.

San still continues to fuck you for several minutes, then he felt his orgasm drawing near, that's when his thrusts started to become sloppy, but still keeping up the pace, then his cock grew harder and finally, he shoots his thick, hot cum inside your hole, your hole is now filled with cum, some leaking out.

After the two of you washed up, both of you lay in bed, you're thinking about how you're sleeping with someone who you've just met, then you quickly fell into a deep slumber

[5eraphim]

Okay so this has been stuck in my head for WEEKS and I finally decided to stop bein scared and ask you to write about it lol

So as a DBD player, I got to thinking that it would be kinda cool if survivors could fight the killer even if it was just once per round and then this scenario popped into my head.

How would Killer react to Survivor!Reader biting them as a defense/distraction/etc? My favs are The Shape, The Executioner, and The Mastermind! Headcannons would be amazing but if you could maybe branch out to make one a one-shot kinda deal? Maybe NSFW if you feel spicy?

P.S your writing and fics LITERALLY give me life YOU’RE SO GOOD 😭🧡

My deepest apologies for how long this has been rotting in my inbox, I thought this prompt was a lot of fun, and again, I'm sorry it took forever for me to get around to answering this. Hope you enjoy all the same!

Characters: Michael Meyers, Albert Wesker, Pyramid Head (Dead By Daylight)

Rating: R (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, GO PLAY OUTSIDE!!)

Content Warnings: Yandere, smut, noncon, stalking, choking, violence, sacrificed to the entity, predator/prey dynamics, obsession, sadism and masochism, reader is kept gender neutral

Word Count: 1.6k

MASTER LIST

TIP JAR

The Shape

It's almost too predictable for a killer like Michael Myers to wind up in a situation like this. As the survivor he brought with him into the entity's realm made physical payback, her signature, Micheal can't help but attract the "feisty" type.

A man hiding behind a mask, Michael competes with fierce determination and an almost primal compulsion to hunt, stalk, and slaughter like no other. Of the three, Myers would be the most likely to anticipate physical retribution from a survivor, according to him, all part of the hunt. 

Myers prefers to remain hidden by shadows as long as possible, awaiting his perfect opportunity to go in for a decisive kill. But remaining hidden in the dark is a luxury you don't have at your disposal on account of being Myer's obsession.

You didn't want it to come to this. Even before the match started, you prayed to fight any killer, but Myers, your disappointment only grew as you realized minutes later that you were his obsession.

The idea of fighting back physically was a spur-of-the-moment decision; you knew you only had one chance of pulling this off, and if you missed, your fate would be sealed. You usually weren't one to opt for such a risky strategy, but you were too blinded by your fear of Myers. You would do anything to get away.

Even though you couldn't see him, you could feel Myers' eyes locked in on you, no doubt following and trailing you from behind. The paranoia was torture, but you forced yourself to stay strong and ignore Myers, to focus solely on supporting your team. 

When Myers inevitably tracked you down and caught you after getting distracted by something else, you had so much pent-up nervous aggression that you couldn't hold back your body's instinct to fight back.

Fear overtook any lingering traces of rationality as you struggled blindly against Myers, but you had just enough determination reserved to take aim and fire a single punch, aiming for his head, landing against the cheek of the mask; it was just enough to disorient him long enough for you to wriggle free.

Despite the offense, Myers didn't think you had it in you to fight back like that. It excited him! As though you were holding back on him before, and now you were starting to fight back like you really meant it!

After enduring the pressure of being his obsession and succumbing to the fear of it all, you little humanity left to hold onto, almost nothing but your primal fight or flight instincts; it was truly a beautiful sight for him to behold.

The next time he cornered you, Myers decided he ought to follow your lead, only instead of going for your head, he would go for your throat, not with the knife, but with his hand.

And for just a moment, he'd keep you there. Only needing one hand around your throat to keep your entire body pinned into place on the wall behind you. Wood planks made contact with your back at odd angles, the dull pain radiating up and down your spine as you were face to face with Myers, close enough to hear his breathing behind the mask while he observed your face- knowing you believed he was seconds away from slitting your throat. 

Likely, as Myers holds you in such a compromising position, he takes out all his own pent-up frustrations on you. Leaving bitemarks all over your neck and shoulders while he quickly shreds the clothes from your body.

Just as you gave into primal fight-or-flight instincts, he was giving into his own primal urges. He'd won the hunt, and now it was time to let his libido take charge. Half-undressed, he ruts against you, and you can hear his heartbeat racing. Maybe even feel his body warming as his blood flows rapidly, but he remains as silent as a corpse.

After having his fun, Myers will take great pleasure in sacrificing you to the entity. Even if he couldn't take down everyone on your team before this, the opportunity to sacrifice his obsession in such a thrilling bloodbath overshadowed any regular trial as a ruthless killer. 

The Mastermind

It wouldn't take more than an instance of fighting back physically against him for Wesker to decide to hunt you down right away. He would've never suspected another survivor would be bold enough to try something like this on him. Wesker wants to know what makes you think you're strong enough to try something like this.

His reaction would be determined primarily by what point in the trial you try this.

Albert might think it's insufficient enough to ignore if it's early or if he's doing well.

But given how infamous of a hothead he can be, more often than not, any time you try this, expect to be met with hostility.

Wants to see you go from physically resistant to begging him for mercy. On the outside, he pretends to see brats like you as nothing but a petty annoyance to be dealt with, but on the inside, he absolutely loves doing this; keeping the weak in check is how he stays strong.

Wesker doesn't exactly get any legitimate pleasure from being hurt, but he will tap into the pain when fighting back. He does this partly out of loyalty and obligation to the entity but equally out of a petty vengeance to hurt you back twice as hard as you hurt him.

Wesker waits patiently before fighting back, taking care of those annoying teammates first to give you his undivided attention. As well as strategically lying in wait after the confrontation before striking while your guard is down. 

The very first thing Wesker does after tracking you down is wounding you exactly where you hurt him, though he's sure not to let you go until he's drawn blood.

Don't expect him to show you any mercy from here. Might go as far as pushing you down, wiping his shoes against your back as you writhe below, trying to squirm out from under his boot.

It's good foreplay for him, seeing the foolish survivor who dared to fight back, bleeding and barely alive. He won't fuck you in the muck for his own sake, of course. Wesker will push you up against a wall face first while he is taking you from behind.

If he's feeling especially good after sweeping a trial, he might leave you with just enough life to hold onto while you crawl to the hatch. More likely, you won't live long after such a brutal session. But even if you don't die, Wesker will be sure to leave you so beaten and tormented you'll regret trying to fight him like that and won't want to try again. Even if Wesker secretly hopes you will.

The Executioner

While the others welcome the resistance, even if only to crush it, Pyramid Head would likely resent you for trying to physically challenge the killer and disrupt the natural order of things. It was an injustice, and it was imperative to punish you for this.

Imagine playing as a "Gen-Jockey" survivor, the kind of teammate who provides the bare minimum to the rest of the team, putting your own survival above the lives of your teammates, the type of survivor Pyramid Head hated the most. A coward.

All that to say, it was an extreme shock after he cornered you and felt your teeth sinking into the exposed flesh above his glove. 

While you were combative and aggressive now, Pyramid Head knew you couldn't keep this up forever. You were, to him, nothing but a coward deep down. Even if you wanted to pretend like you had any real fight of your own, it wouldn't be long before you surrendered to your own exhaustion. Perhaps he was even doing this as his way of offering you a "fair shot" to find your way out before he got his hands on you. Like he would ever let that happen.

Since you tried to bite him earlier, he'd punish you by fucking you from behind, bent over a broken desk crushing your face against the hardwood surface. He was an inescapable force while you were powerless to stop any of this from below.

Would only give into his beastial nature to hurt and fuck you if he's already managed to kill the rest of your team. It's not his style to slaughter his obsession until he's taken care of the others, and he doesn't want to let anyone pass by without judgment.

If he doesn't get this opportunity during the trial, Pyramid Head will fantasize about killing you off last while staying buried inside you, feeling your pathetic body crumbling and going limp beneath him.

Paradoxical feelings of sadism and protectiveness for you as Pyramid Head is obsessed with being the only one alloweed to hurt you, judge your soul, or torture you. But all this cruelty is undermined by his motivation to keep you from getting hurt by others.

He is most likely to let you live after making love because the instant gratification of an orgasm, as well as the satisfaction of punishing you himself, will keep him from sending you up to the entity. 

Consider this Pyramid Head's very niche kind of post-nut clarity.

[kennedysroses]

Tattoo artist Scara 💜

tw’s ||:: tattoos, reader receives tattoo, touchy scara, fluff, mention of needles and stabbing, a little very little suggestive, persuasive scara

note||:: very first fic I don’t write but I’m bored so 🤷🏾‍♀️ not proof read

When your boyfriend Scaramouche got the message you were going to join him today at his work, he purposefully took on a client who wanted a design he knew you would really like, love even, one that would have you second guessing your choices on being tat free.

you didn’t want a tattoo because of the chances of hating it regretting it later and because the thought of a bunch of needles stabling you for hours does not sound appealing. Your boyfriend knew this and as a tattoo artist he tried his best to sooth your thoughts proving them wrong. but at this point of convincing he thought that you were just keeping up with your protest to get on his nerves. Which might also be a possibility..

as you where in your Uber texting your boyfriend you knew he was going to keep persuading you to let him decorate your body with tattoos AGAIN. you sighed at the thought, wondering what he was planning today to get you to give in.

You were dropped off at his self owned shop and you walked in you see a client of his already there getting a beautiful (favorite flower) tattoo. Well of course it was beautiful your talented boyfriend was doing it.

“hey baby” he stared at you walking over to turn down the music he was playing. “This is my last client then we can go home… unless… you’re finally giving in?”

“Mmmm I think I’m okay today getting tiny needles stabbed into me doesn't sound great right now” you trail off to your little corner set up for days like these.

he shrugged going back to working on his client. “whatever you want, but I’m telling you it doesn’t hurt as bad as it sounds. I promise I’ll be gentle too”

“yeah yeah just focus on your job sir” you flopped into your chair.

once you got comfortable he could see the way you where eyeing the tattoos he was working on, the way you would go onto your phone and start typing then scrolling then looked back at him, he knew he finally won.

you couldn’t help it the way his lines where perfectly straight, how they where so even, the way it was beautifully shaded, and the way his client showed no signs of physical pain. You knew he knew what he was doing to you, slowly giving into your mind.

about an hour and a half passes before his client was done and out of the shop with the most gorgeous tattoo you’ve ever seen.

“alright, ya ready to g-“

“you win, I want a tattoo.” you interrupted, not looking him directly in his eyes giving him the satisfaction he already had. “about damn time I was thinking of strapping you down and tatting my name ” he smirked.

“I’d bet you like that” you say in his chair meant for clients while he started setting up quickly before you could change your mind.

“so what’re you thinking?” He stopped to look at you staring your thighs. “I don’t really know” you looked away wish flushed cheeks.

“aw come on tell me I know you already know what you want” he teased you.

“fineee” you started “I wanted one on my thigh… a iris and I want you to sign it to” you looked up at him to see a shocked face.

“my favorite flower? With my signature too? What happend to you not wanting to regret your tattoo?” He walked up to you bombarding you with questions.

“why would I regret that? It’s dedicated to you” you teased him. “Fine let me start before you change your mind” he said placing his head in your lap feeling his ego rise “do you have a inspo picture?” He questioned.

“oh yeah” you answered pulling out your phone and finding it instantly already finding pictures you saved from when he was working on his last client. “here” you hand him your phone.

“okay okay this doesn’t look too hard, and you said you wanted it here?” He rubbed the outside on your thigh.

“y-yeah” your respond turning your head the other way to prevent him from seeing your face turn red “okay then babe be still and relax I’m gonna start so we don’t get home too late” he smirked turning on the pointy machine in his hand.

“okay okay just hurry up” you spurt anxiety getting the best of you. “You look scared baby just relax, deep breaths, you grab my arm if it hurts too much” he says rubbing your thigh. “Okay?”

“okay…” you quietly affirm.

As he begins you have your eyes tightly shut but slowly start to open them when you realize he’s already going to work. He kept his word when he said he’s be gentle with you, there was a slight burn but nothing you couldn’t handle. If you knew tattoos like these didn’t hurt as bad you would’ve gotten one a lot sooner.

you both say there in a comfortable silence while his music took up most of the space. You had to admit he looked so cute with the slight pout on his face scrunching his fore head trying his absolute best to concentrate putting his heart and soul into this needing it to be perfect.

after 2 hours of watching scaramouche work on your leg it’s almost done and oh my gosh beautiful is an understatement “I knew you where good but this may be your best work” you admired. “Of course it’s my best it’s your very first tattoo” he stated rubbing your thigh around the tattoo with curiosity. “What are you doing weirdo?” you quizzed. “Shut up, I’m trying to find the best place to put my signature” he murmured.

“here, put it here” you point to a curve of the flower “If you say so” he refocused. “Hey how about for your next tattoo we get matching ones, Ive been saving a spot for you” he shows the clear spot on his tattoo covered arm. “So you’ve been PLOTTING plotting on me” you glare at him. “Maybe” he smirked. “Or maybe I can sign my name again” he has a sly smirk as his free hand travels to the arch of your back. “Whatever” you blush pushing his hand off “just hurry up and finis-” “I already did, how does it look” he interrupted. You stare down at your leg with pure awe pausing for a moment looking at the beautiful iris and fancy cursive, your silence starts to worry him as you stare him in the eyes

“it’s gorgeous” you lean down pecking him on the lips causing him to flinch unexpectedly. “Thank you baby”

“yeah okay whatever” he rolls his eyes with blush dusting his cheeks knowing only you make his heart race like this.