#i never hated u inhumans...... even before i realized how much i loved you i never hated you.......

[daughter-of-melpomene]

gotta know everything about via! also u & me 🤝 winchester half-sister ocs ✨ via and jude should vibe. and via and kat can have curvy girl solidarity.

what’s her relationship like with the brothers and her dad? what about with bobby? what’s her favourite animal? does she accessorise her stuff (phones, laptop, etc)? what monster is she most and least afraid of? — @xoteajays

AHHH, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING ABOUT MY BABY, TJ!!! I am also gonna tag @endless-oc-creations and @aceyanaheim since they also asked about Via’s relationship with her brothers, and @goldheartedchaoticdisaster and @ginevrastilinski-ocs because I know they love my girl. <3

Her relationship with her brothers:

Via’s relationship with Sam is actually pretty sweet, considering that they didn’t even meet until Via was fifteen and that first meeting was the first time Sam had even been made aware that she existed. It’s a bit awkward at first, sure, but they bond pretty quickly over being Certified John Winchester Haters, and even though Via isn’t very good at research or the more academic parts of hunting, she’s very fascinated by it and is always willing to listen to Sam’s rambling. They also get to bond later on over being Winchester siblings with inhuman powers (or magic, in Via’s case), and overall their relationship is just really sweet and awesome siblings.

Her relationship with Dean is… a lot more complicated than with Sam. They’ve known each other for several years longer than Via and Sam have, but since, as I said, Via absolutely hates John and can’t understand how blind Dean’s faith in him is, and Dean sees Via as being ungrateful that John took her in and taught her something as noble as being a hunter, so they get into a lot of arguments. They definitely get better about that, though, as Dean slowly starts to see John for who he really is, and even when they didn’t get along they would have done anything and given their lives to protect each other - after all, Via is Dean’s baby sister and Dean is Via’s big brother who was her only source of comfort during the darker days after John took her in, and at the end of the day that’s just how Winchester siblings work. (Plus, they eventually get to bond over being in love with angels, and Via’s the one who eventually helps Dean to realize and accept that he’s bi, so while their dynamic is sweet in a totally different way than her and Sam’s is, it is still sweet.)

Her relationship with her dad:

Oh ho ho. When I tell you that Olivia Winchester hates John Winchester with every fibre of her being, I am not kidding. She didn’t hate him from the first moment they met, certainly, but she didn’t exactly ever love him - she wasn’t sure what to make of him when he first picked her up, not understanding why he had never tried to seek her before if he had known she existed. And then he pretty much immediately tells her all about the supernatural existing and starts her training as a hunter, and as soon as she realizes that he and Dean aren’t just crazy, all that confusion turns into resentment, which then turns into hatred. She hates that John cares so little about her mother, so little that he doesn’t even remember her last name when Anne cared enough to give her daughter his last name, and she hates that he forced his children to become his little soliders rather than letting them have a normal childhood (a hatred which only grows when they meet Adam and she learns that he got to live normally), so much that she only ever refers to him as John, never Dad, and only sometimes sir through gritted teeth when he forces it out of her. John, in turn, thinks she’s a defiant, ungrateful little shit and strongly regrets ever taking her in… so, yeah, their relationship isn’t great.

Her relationship with Bobby:

Oh, you mean the guy she wishes was her dad? And who also wishes he was her dad? Yeah, she and Bobby really love each other. They first met shortly after John took Via in, when he dropped her off at Bobby’s house because he was going off on a hunt with Dean and she wasn’t ready to go along with them yet. From the very first moment Bobby laid eyes on that skinny little girl with bags under her eyes from all the nightmares she’d been having, he swore that he would always protect her, even as she got older and sassier and more capable of protecting herself. They tend to trade sarcastic, witty banter back and forth whenever they meet up, and sometimes they really do annoy each other, but Via would still go to Bobby’s house whenever John sent her away for annoying him, and she associates the taste of the shitty dollar-store tea he bought just for her with warmth and love, and they’re both the only person besides the boys (and, later, El) that the other will accept hugs from. Just like with Sam and Dean, Bobby is Via’s dad, no matter what DNA they both have and no matter if either of them ever acknowledge it. (Which they do, anyway. Once or twice Via’s even done it in front of John, both because it’s true and to watch the vein pop out in his forehead.)

Her favorite animal:

Oh, Via loves bats. They are her absolute favorite things ever, besides her sawed-off, and she would very much keep one for a pet if it was safe and allowed. She thinks it’s super cool that they’re the only mammals that can fly and the only flying creatures with thumbs, and besides that, she just thinks they’re the most adorable little guys ever. Dean thinks she’s weird for it and Sam very seriously worries that she’s going to try to pet one one day and have to get a rabies shot, but she’s never going to let that stop her.

Does she accessorize:

Listen. Via is totally a stickers girl in a life that does not very often allow for stickers. She loves them, especially the cool personally designed Etsy ones with Vine quotes and stuff on them, and she’ll buy ones that catch her eye at truck stops and gas stations when she can, but she doesn’t really own a lot that she would be able to decorate with them. Sam does let her put a few that he approves of on his laptop, though, and eventually after she comes out to her brothers, Dean pays someone to sew a lesbian flag patch onto her favorite denim jacket for her birthday. So she does get some opportunities to accessorize, even if it’s not as often as she’d like.

What monster she’s most afraid of:

Very definitely vampires. For as much as she makes a bunch of Dracula jokes whenever they go up against some, it really scares Via that these blood-suckers are so vicious and that there are so few ways to kill them, and that you have to actually get up close to cut their heads off most of the time, which she hates.

What monster she’s least afraid of:

Probably ghosts, although that still depends on the type of ghost and how angry a spirit they are. Mostly, though, they’re pretty easy to deal with and can’t cause too much physical harm, so Via’s usually relieved when they get a ghost case because it’s something of a break from all the shit they usually have to deal with.

Again, thanks so much for asking about my girl!! It means a lot. <3 <3

[mirtifero]

OC TIME!!! (almost forgot a tw: abuse , suicide mention and drug addictions)

Added a read more because this is huge sorry

K so dude fucking hell I hate drawing Henry. Litrally how the FUCK can I even draw him??? "Ethereal beauty" i write on the story, having no clue how tf I can draw that. He's like... a blond twink, Dorian Gray like. What am I supposed to do here.

In case u dont know Henry: he's an usamerican that is currently studying aboard in Brazil (where the story is at) and he's a perfect person. He's innocent, kind, smart, strong, pretty... he's everythjng. Thing is, he's actually a piece of shit (woah!). Since hw was a child, he used his appearance to deceive peopl3 to get things. He'd hurt other children and start crying because the blame would be passed to them. He was always praised as some sort of angel and so, some sort of angel he is.

The story is by the end of the third year of high school (senior year), and about the insecurities of Hector blah blah I won't go into detail rn. Henry is not really a villain of the story... but he is not one of the good guys either... hes p evil lol. "What does he do?" in the story, he basically is there for money, bc he knows that the school he's in is from a poor location and full of, guess what, possible drug addicts. He goes for all the 3 protagonists (ok theres only 1 protg but these 2 r also v important).

Hector he kinda fails to get to him but he does convince him for a good time that he was inhumane and that he simply shouldn't exist, so he should just deal with it and hide it otherwise everyone would hate him. But Henry wouldn't, he'd keep his "dirty secret of being unnatural". He fails to get to the bit he actually sells him drugs lol bc Hector sees what hes doing bc one of his victims was his friend. Both of them actually. (Explained this one kinda badly byt its because he mostly failed lol Hector already thought this abt himself before Henry even met him)

Marcos is more simple, I think. Henry just threats to out him. Not directly, it's more complicated. Marcos is this very "heterotop" kind of guy, he's a fucking himbo. He's stupid, no one likes him, he already was a cigarette addict before he met Henry, he's basically pathetic. The only person who just... tolerated him, was Hector. He puts this strong and though persona just because he thinks he'll have more friends with it, but he's a very emotional guy. Okay back to Henry, Marcos fell in love with him, because *woah!* he's gay(!). He secretly confesses to him and is very visibly terrified of anyone else knowing. Henry sees him and goes "oh well easy money". So besides just pretty much "kindly" demanding constant cash or gifts (most of which Marcos can't even afford), he basically makes Marcos believe he, well, does't deserve that love, and is a disgusting human being for thinking anyone could ever love him. He basically offers "free" drugs to Marcos. "Free" because he asks for absurd amounts of payment later. As Marcos is Hector's... only friend for a good time, and even if Hector is bad at emotions(tm), he DOES realize something is fucked up and that's why he doesn't fall for Henry's shenanigans.

Okay! Last one is more simple because she's a newer character, her name is Sofia! Sofia is more insecure about........ well, to simply put, being a woman. She feels like she could never be a woman in the way she is, and that she is too "bland" and "unemotional" for all of that. She is very pressured by her family to be perfect, and a kind emotional good lady who can play violin and be amazing. She feels odd and all of that adds to the fact that she is of very strong asian ancestry, which makes her feel like she "stands out too much" around everyone else. She's, differently from Hector, incredibly suicidal too. There' a lot of parallels between her and Hector, (that lead to moments like "I'm nothing like you" etc) but that's not relevant rn. Thing s basically that Henry made her persue a relationship with Hector, because that woud "fix" her, knowing very damn well it wouldn't work and it'd make the situation worse. When it doesn't work he just makes her believe that, well, then, she really is useless and deserving of nothing. He basically puts a little teather of pity and offers her his products but she, although very sensible and unable to barely talk, she sees though Henry's plans, pushes him to the floor nd runs away. She disappears from school for some time, but she's okay.

Okay then -- what about it? What happens to Henry when these people realize what he did to them and many other people who just were unable to get him punished for his actions?

They fucking steal his money lol. They steal EVERYTHING they can get. Henry freaks out and gets really aggressive and irrational, ends up ruining his entire reputation from freaking out like that, call of of them slurs nd well... yeah, everything is ruined for him. His reputation and his money were everything he had, and they stole it.

That's not the main plot but AAAA I LOVE IT SOOO MUCH. Itz real fun to think abt and I spent hours writing this mess here. I love Henry, he's the worst human being ever, and I find that amszjng. It's probably kinda hard to understad why he's one of my favorite ocs because of me sucking at describing things (I'm better at just. Writing than telling akjaks) but yeah!!! Hope someone read this lol.

Edit: FORGOT TO MENTION!! Yeah, his themes are very obvious. It's probably very easy to tell what I was going for here, what I was angry about when I made this, but I still love it a lot, because it envolves a lot of things :3

[maximusboltaqon]

one of the complaints i've read about the show is the outfits not being comic accurate. which is a fair complaint, except for NONE of the mcu shows (that i've watched, anyway) have the characters getting accurate suits until the very end of the first season, or the season(s) following!! i firmly believe if a subsequent season had been made - with max returning, obviously - they would all have new outfits and max would return with perhaps a weakened version of his powers… he did experience a bb yell at the end of the season, after all! which affects his powers in the comics!!! they were fully setting it up, and i'll take that idea with me to the grave!!!

[darkmulti]

Hey naina! Please cheer up, you’re amazing and so strong! Istg, these bitches are so bold on anon🙄 (NON CON) anyways, can you do Jungkook and you get into an arrange marriage and Jungkook “hates” you. He takes advantage of you every night and tells you constantly about how much he hates you. His mother really likes you and tells you guys to start a family. When you get home, Jungkook tells you that he wants to have a kid but you refuse so he forced it on you. Thank u bb. Love u

-> thank you so much, baby! Ik these bitches be the boldest when no one knows their identity.

-> sorry for any mistakes

⚠️: NON CON, DEGRADATION

“Jungkook please, slower.”

You cried under your arranged husband, hoping he would stop slamming his cock in and out at an inhuman speed

He claims that he “hates” you and is “disgusted” by you, yet uses your body every night because it’s your job as his wife

You kept asking him what you did wrong and how you can make it up to him but when you do, he gets even more violent with you

Your nails clawed into the pillow as you quietly sobbed under him

You couldn’t move because his body weight was holding you down

You were forced to take it

He leaned down and marked your neck and chest before pushing his whole length in and cumming inside you

He pulled you up from the bed and held you in his arms, placing more kisses on your neck

“Did that make you feel good slut?”

You hid you face but nodded because you didn’t want to anger him.

“Look at me when I talk to you.”

Your red eyes meet his eyes

“Why the fuck are you crying? You faker! I know you fucking loved it!”

He pins you down and starts moving again, making you cry out loud

“Sorry! I just can’t hold in my tears. I’m so sorry daddy! I promise it felt good.”

You lied, not wanting another round of torture

“I fucking hate you so much! Why did I have to get married to you out of all people?”

His words broke your heart once again

You should be used to it, however you wanted to receive some sort of love

From anyone, really

your parents never loved you and Jungkook was your first everything so you don’t know what it’s like to be loved

You were deep in thought, you didn’t even realize Jungkook finished

He plopped down beside you, his hair sticking to his forehead due to sweat

You turn your back to him and move closer to the edge of the bed

“Wake up early tomorrow. Mom wants us to come visit.”

“Okay.” You whisper

At least Jungkook’s mom was nice

The next morning

You woke up before Jungkook and crawled to the shower since you couldn’t feel your legs

You got ready before waking your husband up, knowing that if he saw your nude body, he would fuck you

“Jungkook! Wake up. I’m ready.”

“Why didn’t you wake me up?!”

“It takes a little longer for me to get ready which is why I woke up early. You still have 30 minutes to get ready. I’ll go prepare some breakfast.”

“Don’t. Mom said she wants to go get brunch at a restaurant.”

He gets up and heads to the bathroom

Once he got ready, you guys left and drove to the restaurant

His mom excitedly got up from the table and pulled you in a tight hug

She really liked you

Honestly, it seemed like she was the only person who cared about you

His dad pulled you in a quick hug and asked you guys how you were doing

Jungkook lied and said everything was going amazing

He was being an angel in front of his parents

He acted like you guys had the strongest relationship that was full of love

Too bad they didn’t know the full story

The food had arrived and all of you guys started to eat

Jungkook was talking to his father about the company while his mother was asking you to go shopping with her

After you guys finished eating, Jungkook’s parents looked at each other then at you guys

“So, when are we going to become grandparents?” His mother asked, suddenly

You choked on your saliva and scooted away from Jungkook

“Soon, ma.”

He responded and you heart rate increases

He seemed so unbothered by the question

“Take your time, but I would love to have grandkids. Pa and I will take care of them while you guys work.”

You both nodded and luckily the waiter came with the check

Jungkook paid for the four meals

You guys said goodbye then headed home

Jungkook gripped your thigh and started to rub it up and down

“Don’t take your pill today.”

“What? Why?”

“Didn’t you listen? Mom wants grandkids.”

“No jungkook. You’ve tortured me enough. The last thing I want is to be the mother of your kids.”

You found the courage and told him but you knew he wasn’t going to respond well

As soon as you entered the house, Jungkook picked you up and took you upstairs

He tied you down and ripped your clothes off

“You better prepare yourself. I’m not going easy on you. After all I won’t be able to fuck you for the next nine months.”

Your wrist were tied down tightly

So tight, it hurt to move it

He was sitting on your legs so you couldn’t kick

All you could do was squirm your upper body

He raised your legs in the air and pushed his cock in

Your breath hitches when you felt his raw cock

You needed your pill

You can’t let this happen!

“Wrap your legs around my waist.”

You refused to do so, therefore he pushed your spread legs down all the mattress

You scream, feeling the forced stretch in your thighs

He held on your thighs and started railing you

You turn your face to the side, too scared to look at him but he disliked that

He grabbed your jaw and forced you to watch him fuck your cunt

You started crying again

Your heart shattering into small pieces

You were so weak, so vulnerable

After some minutes, his cock twitched inside you and that’s when you knew you had to stop him

“No! Jungkook no! Please! Please I know you hate me but you can’t punish me like this! I can’t- I don’t want to have kids with you please! Please, have kids with someone you love Jungkook! Please! Please no!”

He smirked and went faster

After a couple of seconds you felt his cum shooting into your womb

You lost

You lost badly

Your tears and sobs continued but you no longer had a voice

You remained like this for a couple of rounds

He kept coming in you

You stopped begging him

There was no point

Your eyelids started to become heavy due to all the crying

Jungkook came in you once more then pulled you onto his lap, squeezing your body

He kissed your forehead and played with your hair making you fall asleep in his arms

“God, I love you so much. Now we’re gonna have a precious baby.”

He confesses, feeling the lump in his throat gone

He laid you down and kissed your stomach

“I can’t wait to meet you.”

[rudysrings]

Peter parker x reader where he gets jealous over Harley's relationship with reader? And they always play fight but peter thinks harley is actually hurting reader and gets sUPER protective??💞

A/N: Dude i’m so sorry that this soooo late. School has been an asshole. It’s x stark!reader FYI and pretend that Harley is the same age as Peter and the reader for writing’s sake pls and thank you. Also, I don’t know what the fuck this blurb turned into, but I hope it’s still ight. Hope you enjoy!

You knew that Peter was a bit of a jealous boyfriend. It stemmed from insecurity. Given his lifestyle, it was no surprise that he was constantly insecure about whether or not he was the right partner for you, whether he was putting you in more danger than was worth it. In fact, if you asked him, he would say that there was no doubt about it, he definitely was putting you in more danger than was worth it, but all the same, he couldn’t imagine life without you and knew you would never accept these reasons and thus, he tried his hardest to quell the doubts.

It didn’t help that you were surrounded by so many amazing people that he knew could offer you more. (A/N: LOL U THINK PETE) 

Despite your awareness of many of Peter’s insecurities and the immense communication in your relationship, you remained oblivious to his feelings about your close friendship with Harley. 

The three of you had grown up together, and you had always seen Harley as your own brother, not to mention that Peter and Harley were thick as thieves, so you never suspected that anything was amiss. In fact, if anything, you felt it was mostly you who was jealous of their close brotherhood.

You and Harley trained and sparred together often. There were multiple reasons you had stopped training with Peter. 

The obvious one was that it simply wasn’t a fair fight. Peter could anticipate every single one of your moves before you made them with his Spider senses, and your strength was nothing compared to his. Of course, when you were in your suit, Peter was no match for you, but you intended to be physically prepared, too. In your line of work, you never knew what could happen and what you would have available to fight. 

Second, Peter was your boyfriend. You knew that hurting you hurt him, and that wasn’t a strain you wanted to put on your relationship. Given the events that had molded Peter, you knew that it wasn’t something he could take on and be okay with.

Harley offered the perfect alternative. He was your ideal match, given his similar build and lack of superhuman enhancements. 

Harley and you were just finished with a long session of sparring, and you were messing around like always. Harley had your leg in an iron grip, his body on top of you, his arm pinning your neck to the mat. He wasn’t pressing down hard enough to hurt you, but you still jokingly made fake choking noises. “Gotchu now, Y/N/N.”

Neither of you heard Peter come in. And neither of you expected Harley to be thrown off you. Peter shoved Harley’s chest, eyes murderous. He was flushed, muscles tense as he confronted a situation he believed to be dangerous, despite the fact that his senses didn’t alert him of any danger.

“What the fu-” Before Harley could get a word out, Peter had him up against the wall, arm to his throat in the same way you had been held to the ground. Only this time, you knew the intentions were malicious.

You jumped up, rushing over to Peter, pulling him off. “What the hell?” You practically shouted, forcing him to back away from Harley. Harley looked shaken, but he wasn’t hurt.

Peter didn’t have to back down; you could never have managed to pull him off unless he let you. But something about the fear in your shaking voice forced him to let go of his friend.

“Peter, What the fuck?!” You cried. Peter tried to pull you to him by your hand, but let go when you forced your wrist out of his grip.

Harley straightened up. “Yeah, what in the fuck was that, Parker?”

Peter looked confused, still angry as he turned towards his friend. “What the fuck were you doin’ to her, ay?” His Queens accent slipped out in his fury. 

Oh. OH. 

“Peter.” Your voice got soft. He turned back to you, looking for some kind of explanation. “We were just fucking around, Peter. You know Harley would never hurt me.” Peter was silent, his chest still moving up and down swiftly as he processed what was going on.

Oh, he had majorly fucked up and he knew it.

Harley dusted himself off, patting Peter gently on the back and whispering, “Get your head straight, man. Can’t have you trying to off me whenever I touch your girlfriend, yeah?” He walked past, flipping the both of them off as he left, most likely realizing he had no part in this conversation.

You narrowed your eyes, folding your arms across your chest. “You thought Harley was trying to choke me? The same Harley that took Morgan shopping for her pageant dress? How the fu-”

“I was jealous.” 

You were caught off guard by that. Though you were confused, you couldn’t help where your head went. “Parker, did you wanna be the one choking me?” You smirked as Peter’s ears turned pink.

He shook his head, laughing. “What the fuck–no that’s not at all what I meant.”

“Then?”

Peter shuffled a bit, before sighing in resignation. “I can’t help but feel like you’d be better off with someone like Harley. I guess that manifested into some sort of unwarranted anger towards him.”

Your shoulders drooped. “Why? Do you not think we’re good together?”

A look of pain shot across Peter’s face and he shook his head immediately, clearing the space between the two of you in a few strides and taking your face in his hands. His voice intense, daring you to deny his words, he said, “We’re so good together, Y/N... That’s what scares me.”

“How does that make any sense?” You asked, puzzled.

Peter pulled you even closer, lifting you up by your waist so that you were standing on his feet. He leaned his forehead against yours. “I’m so afraid that people–the wrong people–are going to find out just how good we are together and use it against us.” His eyes were closed and you could see that it was difficult for him to tell you this. It really was a genuine fear he had been fighting.

“I watched it happen, Y/N... With my Aunt May and my Uncle Ben. With My parents. I--I can’t erase the awful thought that it’s going to happen to us and I just--I hate that I think it, but I have this horrible feeling that you can just escape that fate if you’re not with me... Still, I’m far too lost without you to let you go.”

When Peter opened his brown eyes, you saw tears that reflected your own sorrow.

“You can’t let me go, Pete, I won’t let you.” He laughed heavily at your stubbornness, the sound throaty with his unshed tears. Your hands were wrapped around his neck, trying to pull him closer–just a little closer.

“I don’t know anybody else who can handle me, Pete, who can see me. I’d so much rather lose you by will of the universe than you willingly leaving me; as inhumane as it is to think that, I do.” You paused before saying, “I’m completely in love with you, Parker. No one else. So you’re not allowed to think like that anymore, okay?”

Peter nodded, closing the remaining distance between the two of you as his lips rolled gently over yours, tongue slipping in as you gasped.

When the two of you pulled away, you giggled. “You better go apologize to Harley.”

“Fuck, that kid is going to kill me.”

[powerosewaterpuff]

yo ,i remember a post about sort of reverse batfam , between jason and dick , can you do the headcanons about under the red hood please

yes yes yes yes yes and another yes to top it all off. i really really love the idea, and i love under the red hood in general so thank u so much for suggesting this :) like i spent all day brainstorming (probs shoulda been studying but shhhhh) diff headcanons so i’m pretty excited to write it out. also so the timeline with this is a little tight ig?? i really wanted to include tim as bruce’s new sidekick with dick in the middle of his fallout with bruce but again a lil too tight so we’re just gonna have rebellious dick for now and i also haven’t watched death in the family so i’m basing this purely off of under the red hood :) (oh and fuck dick’s hair in the movie oh my god i’m ignoring that it even exists i’m so sorry)

dick is 17 on the cusp of hitting 18 and he’s so fucking sick of batman. every conversation of theirs was leading to a screaming match where each one tries to push their opinion as fact. it was getting messy and soul crushing at this point, and dick hated it. the rising action of it all was dick getting fired from robin, a role he hadn’t even been formally granted by batman yet he felt it in his power to strip him of it. he felt like a pawn in a chess game that gambled his identity and being off of the mind numbing mantra of be better. do better. faster. punch harder. follow orders. be better be better better. and dick was sick of it, so he shed the robin uniform. swallowing it like a bitter pill because he was forced to do so. but nightwing was giving him clarity as of late. the sheer rush, brilliance and exuberance of it all reminded him of when flying was a much simpler task.

however, dick had an annoyingly unwavering loyalty to protecting bruce’s (less batman then bruce. bruce was his father. batman was not. yet nowadays the man himself was forgetting who exactly was the secret identity and who the real person was.) safety and well-being, even if it meant risking another shouting round. so, once dick catches wind of batman’s whereabouts for the night, he decides to help him with Amazo etc., and dick cant help but realize how well they still mesh together when it comes to fighting. the talking part however, did not come naturally anymore. (it used to. it used to be so much easier)

now bruce, is attempting his best to keep dick out of the loop. he knows dick will furious. and dick’s temper is something not many can tame, but bruce would take the risk. he’d rather dick spit on his memory then be dead in his arms (just like jason was, blown to bits when he should’ve been in his room. safe. sleeping after studying for some test not fighting crime with him in the underbelly of Gotham city, or getting dragged along bruce’s self induced fight with the world.)

dick, of course, does not appreciate this and can very easily tell the bruce is trying to get him off the case. dick doesn’t appreciate that in the slightest, and it only makes him want to push more. to fight bruce on every detail and demand he be apart of this because that’s the only way he can get anywhere with him. it was fair to say, that the interrogation with the joker he had to force bruce into taking him too, wasn’t exactly pleasant. he watches, leaning back against the wall as batman has joker by the neck. some part of him hates himself for not being upset about this, like he’s failing his moral code in some way. but he ignores that half, and tries not to feel angry as bruce doesn’t choke joker out like the rat he is. dick wished, in the darkest parts of his mind, that he could burn joker alive, just to watch in vengeful satisfaction that the man who stole his brothers breath wither in pain. ( and watch that fucking laugh die out)

now, the confrontation goes quite similar. except dick is noticing these little things that resemble jason too much it be a coincidence. too much. he knows how jason fights, he’s sparred with him for years and used to spend countless nights in his room trying to emulate his older brothers swift and hard hitting movements in front of his mirror. he always wished he could hit as hard as jason, as dicks strength at the time was his inhuman flexiblity and professional acrobatic skills. now, when he and batman are against the red hood, fuck it doesn’t feel right to dick. it’s all too similar. it wasn’t even the bigger moves that caught his attention but the little moves in stance that screamed at him that it was his brother. he kept shutting the idea down, because if it was possible dick would have made it happen. he would’ve.

dick gets hurt in the aftermath, but bruce must be a fucking comedian if he thinks it’s going to stop him. they get into another argument, bruce talking him down to nothing and dick frustrated that bruce couldn’t see that he’s been doing this for too long to be lectured on it, and that bruce wasn’t atlas. he wasn’t responsible for the world being held up between his two hands. it simmers down to loud silence, like it always does and dick hobbles out. leaning slightly on alfred.

bruce’s hunch is eating him alive. devouring his soul and heart with a satisfying crunch, not sparing crumb. with the revelation that his son could be alive, and the Red Hood of all people, one of the first thoughts that run through his mind is that he could not tell dick. dick could never know, and will never know. it was a hushed promise, one kept inside his chest, locked like all of his unspoken words. it would crush dick, just like it was crushing bruce now. (or maybe it was because if bruce was on the fence about breaking his moral agenda, he knows that dick would hurdle over that fence. he hates that he knows this but he does. dick wears a bleeding heart on his sleeve for his family, especially for jason. this is the same boy that was set on killing zucco all those years ago before jason and him had stopped it.)

(jason’s tasting bitter green as he mulls over why the fuck dick was there. that little idiot was supposed to be at home. safe. not carrying out bruce’s destructive agenda of self proclaimed justice. he didn’t know whether to be mad at bruce or dick. because of course bruce encouraged this shit, eager to force another child soldier into the suit and send him out to die. but God, did it hurt that dick had taken bruce’s side over his even if he didn’t know it was jason. and that stung like a motherfucker. his little brother, whose fond memories were becoming hazed in a cloud of viridecent smoke, had picked bruce’s side. a little part of himself though, shy and hesitant, whispered that he had hurt dick. he had hurt his little brother and he couldn’t justify it no matter how vengeful he was. but he shoved that part aside, trying to ignore its desperate murmurs as they told him that every time he looked at nightwing or whatever the fuck his new name was, he saw his eight year old little brother smiling up at him).

dick knows that bruce thinks he’s covering his tracks well. he is but dick knows bruce, better then bruce thinks he does. so dick is slowly beginning to formulate a hunch of his own, as he spends countless nights rubbing his formerly injured leg and wondering if he really did everything he could’ve to save jason. if there was something he missed. it’s starting to gnaw away at him, until realization settles into his chest after snooping through bruce’s files. then, he’s dashing to get into uniform, giving a breathless and hasty apology to alfred. itsjasonitsjasonitsjasongogogorunrunrun

batman. red hood. bruce. jason. father. son. bruce cannot stomach the vigor in jason’s words and jason’s heart is giving out at the fact that his father won’t do this for him. to end that pathetic excuse of a fucking life, one that’s stolen from so many people, but it still wasn’t up to his moral standards limit. was jason not enough to warrant a sacrifice for the greater good. (was jason’s desperate need to feel safe of that walking nightmare not worthy to overtake any mission)

it happens in a rush. dick is swinging up to the building, the blood pumping through his ears drowning out the screams of his chest. the joker tackles batman as the timer tick tick tick’s away numbingly. suddenly, dick has kicked the joker off and has one hand over his neck while the other smothers itself over his mouth and nose. why didn’t he do this before? why didn’t he kill the thing before? it didn’t even deserve to be called human, so why would any moral standards apply to a human based code. if batman wanted to be the whole representer of pure justice, fine. he could do that. dick wasn’t though. he was going this kill piece of shit then never let go of jason as long as he lived.

suddenly, there’s a pull at the back of dick’s uniform and at the corner of his eye he catches sight of jason being pulled by bruce as well and he’s just about to call out for him when the next thing he knows a blast rockets through his ears and the world goes black.

jason was no where to be found. and bruce ends up having to shove dick into the batmobile before he lunged after the joker, after realizing jason was missing and that the joker was still alive and kicking. the argument that insues? isn’t pretty. in fact it’s their worst. dick had spun around and asked bruce, ‘who are you? batman or bruce? because im not talking to batman, i want to hear why bruce couldn’t do the one thing his son needed! i want to know why bruce thought it was going to be beneficial not to fucking tell me that my brother-Bruce, he’s my brother! that he was alive, because you thought I was gonna pull shit like this? look at that! the exact thing you tried to avoid happened, you know why? because you cannot trust me, and it blew up in your face!’

it goes on. and on. and on. there’s no resolution, or admittance to what happened. bruce simply shuts himself down, stating this wasn’t changing anything. there was a then and a now, one in which bruce harbours enough guilt to crush his shoulders.

there’s a stony resolution in dick’s voice after bruce tells him to get out with more finality to it then he’s ever said it before, when he says, “fine. batman.”

(jason replays it over and over again in his head. the batarang. bruce turning his back to him. the jokers screechy laugh eating at his mind. eruptions of pain from the crowbar. again. again. again. and dick. smothering the joker. a steely resolve in his brothers eyes he never wanted to see but was secretly glad for. it replays like a broken film in his head, cutting and chopping but creaking out the same tune.)

AHHH OK SO i def wanted to do so much more with this ugh but i really wanted it done td so excuse just how unpolished it is, i might go back with some new ideas in it, but i like where i ended it off. this is more or less the ‘detachment’ phase in dick’s relationship with bruce, as hes nearing the end of high school and cannot do this with bruce anymore (oh college is a whooole other ordeal hehe) but i think dick would be better to tim then what he canonically was to jason. (also because dick is totally not on a mission to get his brother back at all costs and fix this family, nope. not at all.), and i think dick just has a lot more anger in this too? and bitterness here ig? just because he had lost his parents, then his brother essentially, and had to deal with being the emotional support to bruce who was falling apart. it’s a heavy load, and dick is absolutely still himself, just when it comes to jason and the joker as well as his family in general, i think he has a lot more anger as well as less control yk? (oh also i have him less in blüdhaven in this lil thing just bc like he’s still in highschool and is in this weird phase with bruce that hes fired etc., but is now yk fully going into the, ‘i’m not speaking to you anymore’ part. SOO THATS IT FOR THAT THANK YALL SO SOOOO MUCH FOR READING UR KINDA ALL THE BEST TBH AND TYSM FOR THE SUGGESTION AGAIN THIS WAS HELLA FUN :)!!

[my-arlington-academia]

Serandy and Olifael part 3: Nari’s horrible return

Hey I’m back! ... I’m sorry.

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"S-Serena-senpai..."

Nari was looking away, her cheeks flushed from embarrassment. No matter how many steps back she took, Serena kept on getting closer and closer until she slammed her hand on the wall, next to Nari’s ear.

”Kyah! S-senpai! What’s going on?? Why are you being so violent with me?”

From Serena’s point of view this wasn’t violence. This was love. Oh Nari... you and your unstoppable mouth. No matter how much someone would beg, Nari would never shut up. Serena was provoked by that, the fact that someone wouldn’t obey her orders. It was frustrating and yet so charming.

She leaned in and whispered into Nari’s ear.

"Nari-chan... you aren’t a gemini, are you?”

Nari was confused, that’s it? That’s all Serena wanted to ask? No scolding, no punishment like usual? She was disappointed. Nari loved getting yelled at by Serena.

”N-no. I’m not a gemini, I’m a scorpio Senpai. But what does that have to do with anyth-"

"Shut it.”

Serena passionately kissed Nari with her passionate lips, passionate love and passionate hate towards geminis. She was so relieved that Nari wasn’t one of them. Disgusting. That would be horrible.

Horrible.

Hor-

"AAAH! NOOOO PLEASE GOD NO!"

Serena woke up covered in sweat. What the fuck was that?? Nari? What was she doing in Serena’s dream and why were they calling eachother like characters in a Japanese cartoon? Serena looked around her, it was her room. Thank God everything was just a dream and nothing else. Next to her, lying in bed was Andy who snuck in last night to sleep next to her girlfriend. Like all nights, actually. She was really worried for Serena’s mental state, not only today but in general.

"Serena...? *yawn* Are you okay sweetie?”

Serena hugged Andy, almost in tears.

"N-no! I saw her again in my dreams. That chatterbox monster, Nari! But this time we were high schoolers in a shitty anime... Why? Oh, why would this happen to me?? What did I do wrong for her to come back to haunt me?"

Andy hugged Serena back, trying to be as supportive as she could. This situation was really strange. For the past few days, Serena always saw Nari in her dreams. Nari was that 2nd year student in Arlington who went missing a few months ago. But in actuality... it was all a ploy orchestrated by Serena. Serena had pulled some strings to make some trouble happen in Egypt so that Nari would go back there for a couple of months. A couple of months that were extremely peaceful... Well, Trashy burned the building a couple of times but it was cool. Thanks to that some classes were canceled and Serena secretly thanked Trashy for her interventions.

The only people who knew about this were Serena and Andy, Serena knew that if she told Olivier what she did in order to get rid of Nari, he would get mad at her and rightfully so.

”Calm down Serena sssshhh. It’s going to be alright. Um... you know I’ve been thinking about this for a while now, but could it be that you have a guilty conscience? Maybe that’s why Nari appears in your dreams?”

Serena looked up at Andy, seriously taking in account what her girlfriend just told her. But no, that couldn’t be it. Serena? Feeling guilt for getting rid of Nari? Impossible. Nari was her arch-nemesis. It was absurd to think that after all these months Serena would suddenly start to feel guilty about her scheme.

”No... that can’t be it Andy. I would never feel bad for Nari. I think.”

”Aww come on, I know that you’re not as cold hearted as you pretend to be. Let’s just try to contact Nari, okay? Maybe you actually miss her a little bit.”

Did Serena miss Nari? Ridiculous but much more believable than feeling guilty.

"... Alright. Let’s do that."

Serena and Andy came down from the bed, they were changing into their school uniforms to get ready for class. That’s when someone barged in, looking extremely distraught. It was Rafael.

"Girls!!! Come quick! There’s 8 murde-"

Serena threw a pillow into Ralf’s face while Andy was covering herself with the blanket. Serena yelled at him in panic.

"What the hell Rafael? Can’t you knock first?? Turn around and explain yourself!”

Rafael turned around like instructed, facing the door. He was super gay for Olivier but he still covered his face with the pillow, just in case. He didn’t want Serena and Andy to feel uncomfortable.

"This is not important right now! There’s 8 murders in the Academy that ocurred this morning...”

Andy and Serena looked at eachother, horrified by the news. How was that possible? The security was so tight and the custodians always made rounds, even in the early mornings. Andy clenched her fists, still in disbelief.

”But... that’s impossible! One murder, sure. But 8 people have died?? There’s always guards in front of the entrance... and... and there’s at least one custodian on each floor to keep an eye on us!"

Rafael stood there, silent. Unable to explain the events. All he could say was...

”Oliver is waiting for us in the student council’s room. Come quick.”

There was no time to waste. Serena and Andy dashed out of their room and went out of the dormitory only to see a cruel scene unfold. A bunch of nurses were taking 8 people away into ambulance trucks. However, the 8 people were covered in white pieces of cloth. As if they were already dead. In the crowd, a blond girl with a pink flower in her braids was being retained by at least four people. They were trying to hold her still while she was screaming and shouting like a trapped animal.

"G-geez! How strong is this girl?! Someone call the remaining custodians to help us out! We can’t hold her forever!!!”

”Remaining custodians”? So, some of them had been killed as well? Or at least badly hurt. Andy and Serena tried to pass by the scene in a hurry but they couldn’t ignore the yells of the suffering young girl. Oh mother of god... It was the sweet and gentle Claire, trying to set herself free by punching and kicking.

"LET ME GO! I HAVE TO FOLLOW THEM AND MAKE SURE THAT THEY'RE OKAY!!! DON’T HOLD ME BACK!!! THIS CAN’T BE. THEY’RE NOT DEAD!!! THEY’RE NOT DEAD, OKAY?! STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE I’M CRAZY!!! I... I...”

Suddenly all of her strength left her body and she fell down on her knees, seeing that she finally calmed down the 4 students that were holding her let go of their grip. Claire buried her face into her hands, crying.

"N-No... they’re not d-dead... the doctors will bring them back with a b-blood transfusion and... and... CPR will definitely work... if, if not then there’s also a defibrillator... it’ll work haha... ah... ah... ahh..."

She started hyperventilating, her eyes were bloodshot and her hair and clothes were all messy. She then covered her mouth, trying to stop what was coming, in vain.

”BLRGH.”

She threw up on the ground, still hyperventilating in between each spew. Because of that she was almost unable of breathing. Two custodians ran to her, scared of her reaction. What if she chokes up and dies because of her own vomit?

"P-please! Young miss calm down! Breath in... and out... in... and out... yes, slowly.”

Thank god her breathing became stable again, she could’ve lost consciousness from the lack of oxygen. After emptying up her stomach she started crying in the custodian’s arms.

"T-those people w-were my friends... *hic* R-raquel was right next to me... *hic* how did I fail to do anything?! ...U-useless! I’M USELESS. W-when it comes down to real danger... I’m unable to do a-anything. I couldn’t save anyone... I’ve never saved anyone! Not a single person!”

Andy didn’t even realize that she was crying at the heartbreaking scene until Serena covered her eyes and pulled her away from the crowd.

"Andy, don’t look...”

It was meaningless, Andy was unable to see anything anyway. Her eyes were filled up with tears, distorting her vision. However there was one thing she knew. Even though Serena was trying to hide it and act though, she was crying too.

In front of the student council’s room, they dried up their tears and snot with their sleeves, no time to find handkerchiefs. And they stepped in. Four people were in the room, Olivier shouting at Trashy, Trashy looking scared out of her mind but doing her best to deny whatever Olivier was stating, Rafael trying to calm Olivier down and... Tadashi, sat on one of the chairs. Looking down, emotionless. It’s as if all trace of life had left his body.

Serena tried to ignore that for now and put her hand on Olivier’s shoulder, he turned away from Trashy and looked at Serena, annoyed and angry.

"Ugh. You’re finally here?! What took you so lo-"

Before he could finish, Serena slapped the shit out of him, knowing that he wouldn’t calm down anytime soon if this went on.

"Calm down! I can see that Tadashi isn’t capable of handling anything right now so you should try to stay calm and take over as the student council president! It won’t help if you lose yourself like this...”

She then looked at Rafael, who was frozen in panic.

"Ralf, next time something like this happens just hit the shit outta him without hesitation. Got it?”

”Y-yes, sorry. I’ll do so.”

Olivier looked at his reflexion in the window and sighed a few times. He still wore that stupid cat mask. Then with a clear mind, he went back to business.

"Trashy. Please be honest with me. You’re the one who committed those murders, aren’t you?”

Trashy was shaking, teary eyed and visibly afraid by not only Olivier but also the stressful situation she was in.

"N-no! I’m telling you I would never kill people in cold blood! I only do harmless pranks...”

Olivier clenched his jaw. ”Harmless pranks” she says. He opened a folder and took out a document from it.

"Trashy. So far you have committed: arson, fraud, larceny and forgery. So tell me what could POSSIBLY lead me to believe that you aren’t the culprit behind this... this... inhumane incident?”

Trashy stood up, slamming her hand unto the table.

”I’m telling you: I’m innocent! I would never kill E-Ellie, Alistair or any other person of this school!"

At those words, Tadashi who was silent this whole time started sobbing and holding his arms, as if he was hugging himself.

”N-no... Ellie... Alistair... Raquel... *sob* Please c-come back. I-I’m scared... *hic* I-I’ll be good so p-please don’t abandon me *hic* A-Axel I-I won’t give you detention ever again... and... and I-I’ll help you guys with your homework... *hic*"

Rafael, Serena and Andy rushed in to hug him, seeing that he was in despair. Olivier sighed and glared at Trashy.

"I told you not to mention their names. He gets like that whenever he hears it.”

”I’m so sorry...”

Trashy looked extremely apologetic. As Serena was holding Tadashi in her arms, she shot a quick side-glance towards Trashy, it’s true that she was very chaotic but... logic aside, proof aside, was Trashy really capable of doing such things? Serena wanted to believe in her so badly but it is true that she was quite suspicious. As she was asking herself hundreds of questions, two people barged in.

"Excuse us.”

A weird man dressed in all black, carrying a katana and... a normal woman were standing before them. Olivier walked towards them, as if he knew who they were.

”Are you... who I think you are?”

The man and woman smiled at eachother.

”That’s right, I’m Nadir. The detective.”

”And I’m Gen, the coroner. Nice to meet you.”

Nadir had a Maryland accent... whatever that was supposed to mean. He didn’t look like a detective at all though, why was he carrying a katana? And why was there a coroner with him? All the dead bodies were brought to the hospital already. Well, they might get resurrected somehow. It’s not like hope was completely lost. Or at least Andy hoped so.

”Um. Excuse me uh. Gen? I don’t understand why you’re here and not at the hospital, I mean your job is to check wounds and find the cause of death, right?”

Gen smiled innocently.

”Oh I’ve already done my job, it was all stab wounds from a kitchen knife. Now I’m here in any case we find other dead bodies or if someone else dies.”

”Uh... okay.”

Tadashi suddenly stopped crying, awakened from his miserable state by Gen’s comment.

"DON’T SAY THAT! How... How DARE you just call them ”dead bodies”?! They were my friends! And... and they might be saved!!!”

Gen looked at him with sorrow in her eyes. As if it was too late. Thankfully Tadashi was so angry that he didn’t notice that. She had a look that said ”it’s hopeless kid.” Serena tried to change the subject, knowing that Tadashi would blow up like Claire if he knew that they were already dead.

”Soooo... Anyway, who are the people that got hurt?”

Olivier gave her the list with the names of all the victims, knowing that if he said their names aloud, Tadashi would lose it again. As expected, all of Tadashi’s and Claire’s friends were on it. Neha Rao, Tyler Williams, the Novakova siblings and so on and so forth. They were all so close and yet the only people left were Tadashi and Claire... but why did only those 2 survive?

”You’re all thinking ”why did those 2 survive”, aren’t you?”

Nadir smirked at them with a know-it-all epxression that everyone hated. It seems like he had already made some research before coming.

”Well, we’re thinking that it must be because... either one of those 2 is the culprit or... the person who attacked their friends didn’t manage to finish their job and he’s after them.”

Everyone was frightened by the thought... Claire, where was she? Hopefully she wasn’t left alone, however, just in case they should go find her and stay by her side. What if the culprit took advantage of her mental state to strike? The only person in the room who didn’t think about that possibility was Tadashi, he was too blinded by anger and fright.

”You’re saying that either me or Claire could be the culprits? That’s total BULLSHIT! We would never even THINK about doing something like this! How could I... How could I ever do something like this to my best friend and boyfriend?!!”

That’s right, Tadashi’s best friend: Alistair. And his boyfriend... Axel. A really weird couple indeed, they hated eachother’s guts until really recently so why did they suddenly start dating? It was a complete mystery. It all started on april fool’s so everyone just assumed that they would end the joke pretty soon... 3 weeks later and the joke still wasn’t over.

Gen raised her voice, desperately trying to stop him from punching them in the face.

”Please calm down kid! We’re only stating the possibilities! Not saying that they’re true... but while it might not be you nor your friend, there is a high chance that the kill- um, culprit is a student. Even though some custodians were... hurt, no guards were harmed.”

Nadir nodded, strongly agreeing with his colleague’s words.

”That’s right. But first let’s go find that Claire girl, she might be in great danger at this rate. Do you know where she is?”

Tadashi shook his head, having no idea where the only friend he had left was. Luckily, Andy and Serena knew where she might be. They all ran to the nurse’s office, thinking that they would find an unconscious Claire who had probably collapsed from shock and stress. But she wasn’t there. Only the nurse remained, saying that Claire wanted to rest in her room. Serena grabbed the nurse by the shoulders and shook him violently.

”Are you kidding?! How could you let her alone in a situation like this?! Are you not aware of what’s happening right now?! And besides... isn’t Claire’s room... tainted in blood right now?!!”

The nurse pushed Serena away, slightly upset by her outburst.

”Who do you think we are? The room had been investigated and cleaned the moment the body was discovered. Also, she wasn’t alone. There was another student with her who promised me to follow her no matter where she went.”

Serena’s eyes widened. Oh god. Oh no. What if this student is the killer?! Catching on what she was thinking, Nadir grabbed the nurse by his shoulders and shook him just like Serena did earlier.

”Who was it?! Who was that student?”

”Ugh. Could you all stop grabbing and shaking me?! I don’t know what her name was but it was a girl with really messy hair. To the point where I would guess that she doesn’t even own a hairbrush.”

They all started running towards the dormitory while the nurse was cursing them under his breath. On their way there, they saw two students in the courtyard, on the ground. One covered in blood and the other one holding her in her arms while crying. It was Reckless and AJ.

”AJ!! Please wake up! Come on you gotta live... You still haven’t paid me for the tarot reading I did for you the other day!!”

AJ was still half-conscious, holding on to dear life.

”God... shut the fuck up...”

”No, don’t say that AJ!! What if those are your last words?! You can’t let your last words be something so vulgar! What am I gonna say to your parents...”

”I don’t... give a shit...”

Gen pushed Reckless away, looking closely at the young girl’s wounds all over her stomach. Reckless wiped a tear away, relieved.

”Oh thank God, thank you doctor! Please save my cash-cow- I mean... my dear classmate!”

Gen then immediately got up, wiping her bloody hands on her jeans.

”Oh no kid, I’m not a doctor, I’m a coroner. All I can say is that she has most likely 5 minutes left to live or so. Sorry but to be saved, she would need to be a billionaire or something. Y’know how it is in America.”

Reckless started crying again.

”God I fucking hate capitalism. Can we all just die from a nuclear bomb, please? Someone nuke us, anyone. Even North Korea is fine...”

Andy took out her phone, calling the ambulance in a hurry. Serena had never seen her girlfriend look so livid.

”Are you all crazy?! We should at least call the ambulance in situations like these! Reckless, why didn’t you call 911 sooner?!”

Reckless kneeled in front of AJ, looking apologetic while still bawling her eyes out.

”You’re right Andy... I’m so sorry AJ, if only I wasn’t a dumbass... Come on, don’t lose consciousness! Or at least tell me your blood type before you do! Maybe we can still save you...”

”B... positive...”

”*sniff* I’m trying AJ but you’re losing a lot of blood...”

”That’s not... *cough* what I meant... you fucking dumbass *cough*"

This all looked like a comedy skit to be honest. AJ’s blood type wasn’t even B, it was O. Was she so out of it that she made a mistake? Serena went through 8 stages of whiplash before the ambulance finally showed their asses on the murder scene. Unfortunately, AJ hadn’t seen her attacker and same thing for Reckless. In any case it was useless to stay there, the group rushed back to the dorms like they were supposed to a long time ago before they found AJ dying. Hopefully Claire was still okay... It was like running a marathon. Arlington was way too big than it needed to be.

[spookibab]

Minotaur Boyfriend - Aster

So this is my first monster boyfriend story, so i’m sorry if it isn’t the best. I’ve taken alot of inspiration from reading some of the stories written on here by monster blogs and wanted to try it myself!

Male Monster x Female Reader

You had just moved into a small apartment on your own, and before then you had never realized just how much you owned. Despite spending the last week and a half unpacking, boxes were still piled high. One box in particular seemed to mock you. Inside, a rather out dated dining set your grandmother had left you in her will. You had no real use for it, and you were never that close to your grandmother. So, you decided perhaps someone else could make use of it.

Luckily for you, there was a nearby antiques shop that seemed to get alot of business. The bell above the door chimed cheerfully overhead as you entered the door to the establishment, pausing momentarily to take in the organized chaos of the shop. The box felt heavy in your hands as you wondered vaguely who on earth could be running the shop. A little old man, perhaps? Or maybe one of the monsters who had been showing up more recently. Shaking your head, you carefully navigated the narrow isles as to not bump anything. You couldn't afford to buy anything if you broke it.

Finding the counter finally, you placed the box on it gently and hit the little bell that was on the counter. After a few impatient moments, you stood on your tip toes to peer over the counter. "Hello? Is there anyone here who can help me?" You called. A moment later, you heard a few bangs in the back, followed by some cursing before a large creature entered your vision. Your eyes widened and you had to hold back the snicker you felt threatening to break through. You had heard of a bull in a china shop, but this seemed to be a bit much.

The minotaur in front of you was covered in thick, dark brown fur. A golden ring was in his snout, the horns atop his head were a brilliant ivory color. You hadn't realized you had been staring until he cleared his throat. "Can I help you?" His voice was smooth and deep, not what you were expecting. You spluttered for a moment before looking down at the counter with a deep flush on your cheeks. "Sorry, I just..have never seen a minotaur up close." You admitted, shoving the box forward. "I was hoping I could sell these to you, or even just give them. I have no use for them, and i'm sure somebody else would be able to use them." You said, looking up and making eye contact. His eyes were a honey brown color, something you found captivating.

He opened the box and raised a brow. "These are in exquisite shape, and extremely rare. How on earth did you come into ownership of these?" He sounded surprised, making you blush. "They uh, they were my grandmothers. She left them to me in her will, but I can't find any use for them." You admit. The minotaur snorted and picked up each piece carefully, examining them. "250." He finally said. You blinked. "Excuse me?" You said. He looked at you. "I can give you $250 for the set." He said. Your face warmed up. "O-Oh, thank you." You said. After you were paid, you bid him a good day and went home with the thoughts of what his fur may feel like between your fingers.

Over the next few weeks, you found yourself finding more and more reasons to visit the antique shop. You were sure the Minotaur, whom you learned was named Aster, would get tired of your presence soon enough. But it seemed to be quite the opposite. "You know, I could always use the help around here. Whaddya say about working as my assistant?" He had said one day. Your eyes lit up, and you gladly accepted.

You couldn't deny the butterflies in your gut everytime he looked at you, or you brushed arms walking by. You'd been working for him for a few weeks now, and the attraction was undeniable. "Your staring." Came the gruff voice that shook you from your thoughts. You blinked and blushed, making him smirk. "Sorry." You squeaked, about to go do inventory and disappear when a gentle hand was on your arm. You turned to him and raised a brow. He pulled you to him in a hug and just held you, making you relax. "Just...let me have this for a moment, please." He spoke softly near your ear.

You leaned your head against his shoulder, hugging him back. Aster wasn't always the affectionate type, in fact he never had been around you. He was always so stoic and formal. To see him like this made your heart melt. That evening, Aster decided to close shop early to take you out for dinner, to repay you for helping him in the shop. "I hope you don't mind us going to my house. I wanted to cook for you." He said, seemingly sheepishly. You felt yourself flush. "I-I can help!" You spoke up, to which he shook his head. He took your hand in his as you walked, and you allowed him to. "You help enough as it is, you deserve a break." He said. You bit your lip but nodded.

When you arrived at his home, you were in awe. It was much bigger than your little apartment, and it seemed too large for one person. You vaguely wondered if he got lonely, living alone. But you reminded yourself that he seemed to have preferred begin alone before you came along. He led you inside and you were in equal awe at the decor. In the dining room sat a familiar dinner set and you couldn't help but smile at him when he flushed upon you realizing it. "You kept it." You said simply. He cleared his throat. "U-Uhm well yes, it's an excellent piece. I would have hated for it to land in the wrong hands." He said, pulling you to the kitchen.

You sat and watched him cook, smiling softly. It didn't take very long for him to finish cooking, and your eyes lit up as soon as you took a bite. "This is delicious!" You said after swallowing your food. He offered a shy smile before you both tucked in to eat. While you ate, it began to storm. You frowned softly. "I have a spare room, if you want to stay here." Came the gruff voice behind you. You flushed and was about to protest when the thought of him being alone in a storm made your stomach drop. You nodded. "Alright." You said. He showed you to your room and bid you goodnight.

Hours had passed and you found yourself rapidly knocking at his door. You heard shuffling behind the door before a tired looking Aster opened it in surprise. You rubbed the back of your neck. "I-I couldn't sleep." You said, jumping in fright when a particularly loud clap of thunder hit. His eyes softened and he let you in. A flush rose to your cheeks when you realized he was shirtless, but you tried to ignore it, snuggling with your back to him. When more thunder hit, you snuggled closer, your ass rubbing against his crotch. You hadn't realized what exactly was going on until you felt a strong hand on your hip and a particularly delightful groan escape the minotaur behind you.

You turned your head to peer at him, his eyes meeting yours. Slowly, you ground your hips against him and he let out a puff of air. "If you keep doing that I won't be able to hold back." He warned. You went wide eyed and sat up. He sat up beside you and looked at you, running his fingers through your hair. "I've wanted you since the day you stepped into the shop." He admitted. You flushed and bit your lip. Aster took a deep intake of breath and smirked. "I can smell your arousal." He whispered, making you bite your lip. "I can't help it." You murmured, shifting in your seat. He chuckled and kissed you gently, lips melding together. His hands roamed your body, squeezing your breasts through the thin t-shirt you were wearing as his mouth moved to kiss and nip at your neck. A groan escaped your lips and his hands stopped on your thighs. He helped you undress and lay down on your back, pressing kisses along your body.

He smirked up at your when he got to your core, kissing your thighs before giving a tentative lick to your folds. You squirmed at the sensation and he smiled at the response. He nudged his nose against your clit, his tongue lapping at you before entering you, making you moan and grab a hold of hone of his horns. One of his hands held you down as you squirmed, the other slowly inserted a thick finger as he mouth moved to your clit. His fur felt odd against your core, but not in a bad way. "Aster" You mewled, feeling yourself getting close. He kept at it, edging you closer and closer. "I-I'm close." You managed out before he pulled away,making you whimper.

Aster made eye contact with you, lining up with your entrance. You nodded and he eased himself in you, making you moan as he paused and let you accommodate his size. You gave a soft nod as he started thrusting, eventually finding a steady pace. Your moans fill the room, mixing with his grunts and the thunder outside. It wasn't long before you came undone, moaning his name and cumming hard. "Holy gods." He said as you tightened around him during your climax. With a few more thrusts, he gave an inhuman noise and you soon felt him pumping himself into you, painting your inner walls with his cum.

When he pulled out some time later and laid beside you, your curled up into his side and ran your fingers through the fur on his chest. "The thunder still bothering you?" He asked softly. You shook your head softly. "No, I don't think it is." You chuckled. He pressed a kiss to your forehead. "I love you." He muttered softly, watching your breathing even out. "I love you too..Aster.." You mumbled out sleepily as you both fell asleep to the rain outside.

[theprivilegedshatlord-blog]

I am the friend known as “H” from CancerChaser blog in Chapter 6

I am here to corroborate what my friend said and provide my side of the story of this situation. Walhartonsclub (WC) told me about CancerChaser (CC) back in 2016 after the first incident where CC was wiling out on WC because of what seemed to a misunderstanding of affording a phone. I initially told WC to ignore him because he was not worth shit or at least is what I initially thought. From there he kept me informed about what CC did throughout.Now to go into when i was first referenced in the chronicles about CancerChaser. From what I knew at the time, CC asked WC to send emails over and over from phone to his email. Have no idea why would he need WC to do that. He could have used something like Imgur. Given that CC had a phone that was not a smartphone based on what I was told, it would probably be impossible. Of course trying to make simple suggestions to him like this is enough to make CC go into a hair-triggering temper tantrum, so there is no use to try to convince him to upgrade. It was 2016, being up to date shouldn’t be too hard, you can even get refurbished smartphones for a fraction of full retail price. My parents have the latest phones and they are older than CC by decades. Why did CC chose WC instead of other friends for these favors is beyond me. So he asked and asked and asked WC to send him these pics over and over. WC complied with generosity. WC likes to please his friends. He has pleased me multiple times. He also tries to be the best person he can be. Needless to say CC took advantage of him.So when it came time for CC return the favor, he was resistant initially. When he finally did start playing, he did until after half of the game was over. The game was Spring Breeze from Kirby’s Super Star on Super NIntendo. Did you know that Spring Breeze is a remake of the original Kirby’s Dream Land on Game Boy with a missing level and boss? So CC did not even bother finishing such a short abridged game. That betrayal was just foul play on CC’s end.

Then CC would later use WC’s insecurities to gain him back and asked for more favors. WC then approached me on rethinking the situation. I initially thought that he probably did not like the game and was bored. I made the suggestion to pick a game that has much less interaction. Like some touch screen DS or 3DS game. WC brought up Warioware Twisted Touched!, so I thought would be a good choice there. My reasoning is that CC probably has no real interest in video games. I have heard that he has play Super Mario Bros. 3 growing up. Which makes me realize that CC is a very casual non-gamer person.

Reading the situation in question at Chapter 5 reveals that CC had been simply holding the controller where the direction pad in the upper right corner and seemingly pressed no buttons which means he was faking interest and had no intention at all to return the favor. He really should have said that he had no interest in playing video games. He was lying to manipulate WC. Which comes to no surprise that CC refused to play Warioware Twisted Touched! when asked. He cannot play easy games. He cannot play very simple games. But he would lie about having an interest only for him to evade that with excuses. With friends like these who needs bullies?

The next time I was involved was when WC was having his panic attack resulting from personal issues that are stated in Chapter 6. I have received certain pictures that hinted that he was contemplating suicide. Being under vacation time from my job, I decided to actually come see WC to check up on him myself. When I saw him, he was sitting on a couch. When he saw me he was excited to see me I asked if he took any of the pills or hurt himself, he told me that he gave himself more time to think about it. Perhaps to think about the people that love him.

He told me about the situation that led up to the panic attack. Best way to describe what was happening without revealing confidential information is that someone was very sick and emotions erupted. I had told him that he needs more time to hang out with friends. We not only did Spring Breeze in full, but also Meta Knight’s Revenge, Dyna Blade, and Great Cave Offensive as well. Games in that collection that are larger than Spring Breeze. We did not get to do Milky Way Wishes that day, but we did eventually got to do it at another time. We also played Brawl Brothers, all I remember is that there was a code to play the Japanese version and we did that and completed the game. It was short at 5 levels long. We also played Events in Super Smash Bros. for Wii U. We did not clear all of the event, only some but we did have fun.

At Applebees we discussed the situation further. There I learned that he had sent the same pics to other friends as well which made me concerned. I thought that WC was going to get a wellness check on him or worse be committed to a mental ward for days. I only knew one recipient among the 7 besides myself (I never met CC in person). The person I knew is a mutual friend. The mutual friend never really got to see the messages, so he was unaware (it reached an old phone and when he got a new one, the messages were deleted). The mutual was relieved to know that WC was okay and felt better. And yes the mutual is informed of CC and his bullshit antics; I can confirm that he heavily resents CC, as I do.

So I had to get WC to do damage control to avoid being institutionalized. As information like this can scare people and be irrational. We needed for cooler heads to prevail. So WC told everyone that it was for attention. So WC can still run his panel at a upcoming convention and not be stuck that weekend in a mental hospital. He really needed to avoid the ruining of plans like that.

After all, my cousin once told me about the one time she told exactly one person that she felt suicidal because an aunt of hers  being diagnosed of cancer (from her dad’ side, I’m related through our moms being sisters). Telling her best friend was enough for the BF to call the ambulance and my cousin had to stay in a mental ward for 16 days!

CC’s response was very callous. As far as I know, he never asked what was going on around that time. He just stayed silent and only responded with that shitty “I knew it” bullshit when he received a fucking coverup. WC was crying for help and I answered the call. I live 2 hours away and this asshat lives minutes away in walking speed, yet gives radio silence to someone he calls himself a friend to, is mere blocks away, while I invest in gas and mileage to make sure WC is okay. Some friend CC is. For someone who claims to be “a good friend” in his hate mail; he sure shows no effort in even trying to check up on him. Real piece of scum CC is.

I later go to see the panel and I liked it. Which comes to no surprise in my perspective. The next day I played Streets of Rage 1 with WC. The only other thing I remember is that there was some dude I met who was in a wheelchair because he broke his foot days before.

Now for my thoughts about CancerChaser and his narcissism.

Walhartonsclub would later work for New York Comic-Con and buy the Super NES Classic. Which meant for the later part of September and early October he would be very busy. He also was seeking for connections, so there would not be any room for free time. CancerChaser did not give a shit about the adult responsibilities WC had to do. And despite CC being older than WC, CC would not take no for an answer and start guilt tripping WC. Having enough of CC’s scummy actions, WC finally cut ties. This was met with harassment and hatemail. Which truly shows CC’s irredeemable character in full form.

CC is a fucking disgrace to everything it means to being gay. If I was gay, I would rather live in a fucking fraternity of homophobic bullies that to ever have anything to do with CC. This old man never seemed to learn a single thing about accountability or responsibility. How dare does he interfere with a job? What gives him the right to call his target for the simple reason to give expletives to him? And his emails? Disgusting does not come close. Making empty threats to for law enforcement for intimidation and truly showing his true colors on how he uses people only to claim they are useless after the fact. And his latest unprovoked email where he makes more empty threats and more shitty insults is fucked up. I have heard that CC passed by a block away from WC’s home twice after 2017. That is obvious projection. CC’s knows WC’s location. Clearly CC is the stalker. Stalking close to his target’s home and then acts like he is the victim and being harassed is scummy behavior. I have never seen such a scummy person ever as far as stalkers and harassers go.

I honestly have no consideration for him as a human being. If he receives anything terrible short of death, it is karma. He deserves nothing but negativity and hate. This man is among the lowest of monsters. I have had to deal with people with psychosis several years ago, but this man is worse by the power of 10. There is bad people and there is EXTREME SCUM. CancerChaser is the latter. The only people worse than CancerChaser are child rapists, pedophiles, murderers, terrorists, abusive parents, and human traffickers. All those aside, CancerChaser is the worst kind of person out there. Fuck this man. Fuck him HARD!

And finally I got one thing to announce. I get the feeling that people do not really want to read long as fuck posts like this on tumblr. I am going to fix that. I am going to working on readings of the CancerChaser blog and post them on YouTube so people who don’t really care about reading essays can listen to the situation as well. Because we really to expose CancerChaser and let tons of people know who much inhumane scumbag CC truly is.

[clownsgobeepbeep]

Pink

@grotesquegabby

I intended to write angst but...wow...this is so much more than that

I apologize for there’s a lot of hurtful words in here, and I promise to make it up in the fic after the next one if not actually next uwu

Ula hated him.

If she had a heart, she would have hated him with all of it.

Ula hated Davey.

That was what he kept telling himself. She hated him so much, maybe Schrader and everybody else were wrong. Ula couldn’t even bear to see him, it was such a terrible feeling.

Davey should have never said any said or treated Schrader the way he did that other day. Surprisingly, he had forgiven the sailor and reassured him that things were bound to get better.

“What does that mean?” Davey asked Schrader after they had shared a lengthy hug, eventually pulling himself away to wipe his tears that would still not cease. “It can’t rain all the time?”

“It means that no matter what, a light will eventually come and break through the darkness. There has to be a sun some time you know.” Schrader told him. “Ula doesn’t hate you, she never could. Her thoughts are just clouded by some anger that’ll eventually go away, and she’ll show her love for you once again.”

That wasn’t true. It wasn’t, Davey kept telling himself. 

Ula had even made sure to tell Cordelia to close her bedroom door so Davey wouldn’t come in. She really hated him…

The little clown wiped away the tears that rolled down his cheeks as he sat up in bed. Only hurtful thoughts about his older entered his mind. She really preferred to see Atlas instead of him, it hurt so much. 

Davey gave a whimper, wiping his entire face, then laying on his bed as he hugged one of his toys. He looked down at it, crying even more as he realized it was one Ula had gotten for him, when she loved and cared for him. The plush brought memories that hurt to think about because of the fear Davey felt, so terrified that he would never see his sister happy when around him again. So, Davey hugged is toy even tighter as he cried into it, shutting his eyes in hopes of sleeping till the next day. Sometimes, dreams were a lot better than reality was.

Hopefully, Ula wouldn’t be so upset by then.

Knock knock.

Davey slightly opened his eyes, feeling as they were still quite watery. He then lifted his head to eventually sit up while still clutching onto his toy.

“Davey? Are you there?”

Davey’s eyes widened at the voice and he immediately climbed off his bed, rushing over to his closed door. He reached up and grabbed the doorknob, hesitating as he felt his face scrunch up with more teas while another two knocks sounded.

“Davey?”

He opened the door before hiding his crying face behind his plush toy, feeling more tears pour out as he saw her. 

“Davey...I...we need to talk.” Ula’s voice told him as she gently moved away the plush in front of him, and she cooed at his flustered expression while caressing his cheeks as her nails softly grazed his skin. “Oh Davey...what’s been going on with you?”

“Ula, U-Ula...I-I didn’t, I didn’t mean it! I-I-I don’t hate Sch-Schrader!” Davey sobbed out as his nails dug into his plush toy. “I’m so sorry...I-I really am.”

“Davey, stop.” Ula shushed as she wiped away his tears, giving him a smile, holding his face. “I don’t care about that.”

“But Ula-”

“I hate you either way.”

Davey stood paralyzed at the sound of those words, looking at Ula with wide eyes before she gave a laugh. 

“You seriously think I love you? Or would ever do that again?” she continued laughing before releasing Davey to shove him away but pushing his head. Davey fell backwards onto the ground before Ula reached over to grab his plush toy, looking over it with a laugh.

“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me. What is this piece of shit?” she rolled her eyes, then ripping the plush toy in half to throw it over to Davey. “You can’t get any affection from me or anybody else, so you go to these stupid toys? How pathetic.”

Davey couldn’t believe any of the things Ula was saying to him, this couldn’t be real. 

“Oh don’t give me that look. Teary eyes just aren’t your thing, it doesn’t work on anybody.” Ula mocked, leaning down towards Davey who backed away. However, Ula’s hair shot down to tightly wrap around his ankles, forcefully dragging him closer towards her as she hovered above him.

“You think that everything’s just supposed to go your way, huh?”

“No! No I don’t!”

“You think that by throwing a little temper tantrum, I’m going to be all over you as if you were a good brother?”

“No!”

“What next? Are you going to do that to Atlas too? Do it. Do it so I can have a reason to hate you even more.” Ula grit her teeth at Davey who gave a whimper, trying to sink into the ground to get away from her which proved to be impossible. “I’ve always hated you Davey, ever since I learned you were in my mother’s womb. You came along, and you took everything away from me! Everything!”

Ula reached a hand down towards Davey, grabbing his collar before pulling him up so he was right in front of her face.

“Say something you coward.”

Davey sobbed as he shook his head, hearing as Ula groaned while rolling her eyes again. She soon dropped him back onto the ground.

“I swear, you really are good for nothing. Pathetic. Small minded. Selfish. Stubborn. Want me to say more?”

“Ula, please.” Davey breathed out, watching as his sister shut the door behind her. Davey crawled backwards as Ula followed right after him, right up until Davey’s back hit his bed, giving him nowhere else to go.

“Ula-”

“Shut up!” Ula snapped as she lunged forward with claws and now bright pink eyes. “I’ve had enough of you! Enough, do you hear me!? I want nothing to do with you and I want you out of my life for good!”

Davey weeped, shutting his eyes as he curled up and attempted to hide himself. However, this was futile as he heard footsteps, causing him to open his eyes and look to see two other figures, very tall ones.

“In fact, I think I’ll be the one who gets out of your life. Knowing you, you’ll just stay and be a weeping, bothering mess.” Ula smiled, fluttering her eyelashes as she turned to each of the figures who were easily recognized as her ex and current boyfriend. “Right boys?”

“Just leave this kid already Ula.” Schrader scoffed as he grabbed her waist, making her giggle before he looked at Davey. “Always being a little shit, made my life hell.”

“Schrader, I-I thought-” Davey shook his head, completely confused at what he was hearing yet so hurt. 

“ He says, ‘I don’t hate you!’. Fucking ridiculous.”

“Oh yeah, I agree.” Atlas nodded before taking Ula away from Schrader, dipping her which made her give a delighted laugh as he looked at Davey. “Whatever chance he gets, always being so damn annoying.”

“We should just leave.” Schrader commented, crouching down in front of Davey to flick his forehead. “Never come back.”

“I like that idea very much.” Ula was now brought back up as both Atlas and Schrader held her. “Let’s go far away from this piece of shit.”

“UIa! P-please!” Davey cried out as he tried crawling over towards his sister, but she stuck out of foot and placed it on his head to keep him in place.

“P-p-p-please! Please what Davey? Stay here with you?”

“I-I love you Ula! You-re m-my big s-s-sister!”

“No, I’m not. You might have come out of my mother’s womb, but you are nothing to me.” Ula spat out, shoving Davey away once again before turning to Atlas and Schrader again. “Besides, I think it’s much better when I’m with either one of these two. Or how about both? Both sounds great, and better than a second with you.”

“Ula…”

“So, Davey?” Ula leaned down towards Davey. “Good night.”

Before Davey was able to react, Ula’s eyes turned pink once again as her hand grew into a claw. She directed her hand towards Davey, about to slash at him before she gave a blood curdling scream.

In an instant, Atlas and Schrader faded away as Ula held her chest in pain, feeling such agony before she fell backwards. Ula continued screaming as her whole body started to morph, turning different colors, all dark. Sharp shapes came in and out of her as she screamed, her pink eyes being the only light in her.

And then, Davey felt himself shaking. He started to panic, he was shaking violently, like it was some kind of earthquake. As this happened to him, Ula was letting out inhuman shrieks that made Davey cover his ears, shutting his eyes as the shaking continued until-

“Davey! Davey!”

Davey’s opened his eyes, completely terrified as he was still shaking, but not as violently. He then realized that it wasn’t him who had been doing the shaking, but rather the girl holding him to wake him up.

“You’re awake!” she exclaimed, both whipping around to see a boy who stabbed a knife right into Davey’s wall. Soon, he stabbed one time after another continuously before whatever he had been stabbing faded away...into his knife, a pink color present.

“Davey, are you okay?” the girl asked, Davey turning to her as he remembered who she was.

“F...Flora?”

“Yes, it’s me. We could tell you were having a bad dream.” Flora breathed out, then bringing Davey into a tight hug. He was in shock at first, but returned the embrace nonetheless as he began crying once again. 

Flora looked over at her brother who placed a hand on the wall, holding himself up that way while his knife in the wall also managed to help. 

Basil then held his chest, giving soft pants before taking his knife and placing his back on the wall, sliding down until he was on the ground. He then turned to look over at his sister and Davey, shutting his eyes to rest against the wall as Davey’s sobs were heard despite being muffled in Flora’s clothes.

[askmyboys]

Oh look its actual fucking content from me instead of me just making more n more characters-)

Trigger Warnings: They are fuckin murderers n two of them are cannibals, so there’s gonna probs be child murder, cannibalism, death, and blood in this one, its not too long of a story or not TOO detailed but eh at least I made some actual content for once lmao)

Vincent had his hands shoved into his pockets as he walked down the alleyways, he had to take a shortcut for the night since he had a lot of blood all over his clothes, suddenly a scream echoed throughout the alleyway, it sounded... like a child which immediately caught Vincent's attention, he ran towards the sound and his eyes widened at what he saw.

There was a slightly taller man, standing over a small child who was laying there bruised, crying, and trying to scream for help, and just then the man stabbed them, this made them scream momentarily before he continued to stab them repeatedly until the life faded from their eyes, this made Vincent absolutely sick to his stomach, sure, he was a killer himself...  but to kill a child...? That was despicable...

"You know..." Vincent began, this seemed to immediately catch the other man's attention, he snapped his gaze over to Vincent, his eyes... were blood red which was interesting to him, the man definitely had some inhuman features about him, from his eyes to those razor sharp teeth "I might be a murderer myself... but, at least I'm not a disgusting piece of f i l t h such as yourself... I would never kill an innocent child..." He finally finished, this just made the man chuckle "To society you are still just as much of a piece of shit as me, you are still a killer after all, to them it makes no difference! And oh please... It's all the same, humans are humans, just as animals are animals, we all bleed the same color anyways!"

Vincent pulled out his knife and pointed it at the other killer "We might be humans, but the children, the animals, they are innocent... They have done no wrong!" He snarled, he hated how the other laughed at that "At least, not y e t they haven't! The children will grow up eventually, then they will have s o many opportunities to do wrong! Might as well get rid of them while we can!" The man gripped his own knife tightly and charged at Vincent and tried to stab him, which Vincent immediately dodged.

(I am not writing a full on fight scene I fuckin suck at those lmao, I'll write a bit more n then skip)

Vincent then swung his own knife at the other, it only missed him by an inch, then the other man had swung his knife but of course it missed, Vincent swung once more, this time slashing a mark on the man's cheek which made him stumble back, he placed a hand on the mark and grinned at the blood he saw "D a m n, I haven't gotten a mark like t h a t in awhile!" He chuckled and licked the blood from his hand (ew, no dont do that-), and just like that, it was the same song and dance for awhile, slash after slash, dodge after dodge, and hit after hit.

They were fighting for what felt like hours until a loud slam caught their attention, they both snapped their gazes over to the source of the sound and a man had popped out from the dumpster, he looks enraged "HEY, SHUT THE FUCK UP! SOME PEOPLE ARE T R Y I N G TO SLEEP!" He bellowed, clearly not caring if anyone else was actually trying to sleep, it was just his sleep that mattered truth be told, for a moment, his expression was one of fury but then when he looked down and saw the child's body and then saw the knives in their hands he looked a great deal more intrigued "Ah, a knife fight eh? Truly a classic..." He laughed, looking at the both of them "So uh, whoever killed that lil shit right there, you gonna finish em? Orrr... Are they fair game?"

The man blinked and looked at the child he had slaughtered then back to the dumpster man, he shrugged "Uhh sure? Go for it, what are you going to do with it though?" He was curious, he figured this man was just a homeless person, another victim potentially! ...Okay, that thought made him excited, but then, the dumpster man stepped out side of his "home" and grabbed the child, he immediately began chowing down like a stray dog who's just found his first meal in a long time, this made Vincent turn away and almost instantly, he vomited, that was ABSOLUTELY revolting "S-Such a d i s g u s t i n g man... How the f u c k could you even do such a thing?!" He spat, trying to keep his gaze focused on the man he was just fighting a bit ago.

Meanwhile, that man looked... more intrigued than ever before and he had a wide grin on his face "Damn! I haven't seen anyone eat like that before and so casually! What's your name dude?" He walked over, getting a bit too close for Robert's comfort, this made him whip out a knife as a warning "Your close enough..." He paused, taking another bite of his meal before continuing "Name's Robert Marner, yours?" The man grinned and as much as he'd love to push his boundaries, he kept his distance "Irving Lancaster! I'm surprised you haven't heard of me, but then again... You DO live in a dumpster..." Robert only shrugged "Eh, better out here, and in any place I can manage than in a jail, I mean, I'm LITERALLY eating a child here, I'm a killer and a cannibal as you can clearly see"

Irving blinked "...You gave that info up surprisingly easily" Robert had finally finished his meal and he wiped the blood from his mouth and stood up, he turned to face Irving properly "I mean, I can clearly tell... That we're all killers here, and it would be pretty stupid for one of us to rat out the other, now wouldn't it?" He did technically have a point, Irving only nodded at that "Fair point actually..." He then realized something, and looked back over to the other man "Hey! I never got your name actually? What is it?" Vincent looked at him and sighed "...Vincent Blackwell..." Why was he joining in? This was s t u p i d and pointless, he wasn't here to be buddy buddy with two other random killers, if anything he just wants to dispose of them both now.

Irving nodded, well now they all knew each others names! But, Irving was definitely more interested in Robert, he turned back towards him "So like, if you'll eat a child that's like, already dead, would you eat one while their alive? What do you prefer?" Robert shrugged "I don't mind either way, same goes for an animal, they make more sounds when their alive though which can be annoying sometimes, it just depends on the mood" Irving looked surprised "You eat animals?! Doesn't the fur get stuck in your teeth?" Robert shrugged once more "Eh, I don't care, food is food, I'm not scared to get a little bit of fur in my teeth"

Irving looked more and more impressed with the more Robert told him, the stories he told about some of the children he ate, the dogs and cats he's eaten, sometimes in front of actual children to scare the shit out of them, and of course, Irving shared some of his best stories as well! He tried to pick out the best of the best, and a lot of them had made Robert laugh even, he wanted to get on good terms with him at this point, finally after awhile of speaking, Robert paused for a moment, he looked at Irv and gave him a toothy grin "Eh, your alright bud, if ya ever want to, you can hang around here with me, just for the love of God, don't make TOO much noise" This made Irving grin back, he was filled with absolute glee inside "Got'cha!"

Robert turned back towards Vincent "You've been awfully quiet this entire time, so, how about this... You got any stories to tell?" Vincent looked at the both of them, noticing their expectant expressions and he just scoffed, he l o a t h e d the both of them, he should've left while he had the chance "You are both the most vile creatures on this filthy excuse of a planet I have ever met... If you wish for a story however, so be it..." He sighed and began telling one of his most infamous stories, after a good while he finally seemed to finish, both Robert and Irving were somewhat impressed with the level of detail Vincent had put in.

Irving blinked slightly "....So, did you kill the kid n the dogs?" He was hopeful until Vincent shook his head "No, I'm not a miserable excuse for life such as the both of you, I would never kill an innocent child or animal" Irving's expression just looked bored now "...That's pretty lame honestly, you should've killed them all!" Robert only sneered at this "Yeah, I woulda wiped out that entire family honestly..." Vincent only rolled his eyes "What you do while murdering is your business, that doesn't mean I will never try and stop the both of you... However I would advise you both to watch your backs..." And with that, Vincent made his way out of the alley, leaving Irving and Robert alone.

Irv merely rolled his eyes "Fuckin killjoy isn't he?" Robert nodded at that and then walked over, picking up the remains he had left of the child, mostly the bones and a few other things and then he tossed them into his dumpster "Feel free to hang around, just remember what I said about the noise..." And with that, he climbed back inside, Irving would... absolutely not go into that dumpster but he did walk towards it and hang around near it "Got'cha, loud n clear! I can't guarantee you won't hear any screams if more prey walks by though" Robert just let out sleepy 'mhm' before he winded up falling asleep, this was truly a good day, er... Well night for Irving Lancaster!

(I've got no actual good ending, he's just gonna hang around with Rob n probs chillax there for awhile, Vincent fucking h a t e s the both of them, Irv has the BIG MIGHTY GAY for Robert right now, so yeah take this insanity)

[tommyparkerr]

Irrational Jealousy | Peter Parker x Reader

This is Prompt #4 for both of you anons who requested it! For the second anon, I am trying my best to get the other three prompts you requested written up! For the rest of you, I hope you enjoy!

Prompt: “Pfft...I’m not jealous.”

Words: 2.0k

Warnings: None other than a slight bit of angst!

-Masterlist-

I R R A T I O N A L  J E A L O U S Y :

Peter Parker: a superhero by night, the most genius kid you’d ever known, your best friend, your boyfriend, the love of your life—

Quite possibly the most innocent and irritating boy you’d ever had the displeasure of listening to.

Maybe your thoughts were a bit biased right now, but the boiling of your blood couldn’t bring you to care.

“It was so cool! Mr. Stark even made me a new suit with all the Stark tech and everything! And he let me keep it, too! Can you believe it, Y/N?!”

Peter had just gotten back from Germany two days ago and was practically bursting over the edge with excitement. Most of the time you loved his little tangents, the way he could passionately ramble on and on for hours about something if someone didn’t stop him. But there was something about this time that made you livid.

“And then I swung in and stole Captain America’s shield and Mr. Stark was all like, ‘Nice job, kid’ and then everyone started fighting and I broke through some glass and stopped this guy with a metal arm, and-and—I mean, it was a metal arm!”

You smiled accordingly, acknowledging Peter just enough for him to keep going and not notice your detachment from the conversation. You weren’t sure why your heart was thudding or why looking at the animated grin on Peter’s face made you want to punch a pillow. Or a wall. Or your boyfriend himself. But it did. And no matter how stupid the feeling probably was, you couldn’t shake it.

“I know that Captain America was on the bad side and everything, but he told me I’ve got heart! And he asked where I was from and I said Queens and do you know what he said? He said he’s from Brooklyn! I mean, I don’t think he lives there now but he used to!”

“Cool,” you said with a tight-lipped grin. Peter still didn’t notice your obvious change of character, and unless you did something extreme you doubted he ever would with the rate he was going.

“You should’ve seen the others! It was incredible, Y/N! It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before! Being Spider-Man is super cool and all, but this was so much cooler! I was in another country, another continent, not to mention with Tony Stark, and I was fighting for something that really mattered, you know? It kind of sucked that I was fighting against the Avengers—first impressions and all that—but then again I was also fighting with them and I still got to informally meet them all—nevermind, that doesn’t matter. Get this, though: Mr. Stark told me they'd call me! For the next mission! I-”

“Okay Peter, I get it!” you finally snapped. Guilt immediately flooded through you when you watched Peter’s grin fall from his face and the excited shine you only saw every once in a while leave his eyes. But you couldn’t stop. “You have amazing powers and an amazing suit and an amazing ‘internship’! You fought with the Avengers after Tony Stark himself asked you to! You got to go to freaking Europe! I get it! You can stop talking about it now!”

Peter looked dumbfounded. You’d never reacted like this before and he hadn’t expected you to, especially not to news like this. He didn’t know what to say; he wasn’t sure there was anything he could say.

You, on the other hand, wanted to take everything back. You hadn’t meant to snap at Peter like that. He’d done nothing to deserve it and you knew it. The only thing he was guilty of was using his abilities for a real cause other than occasionally stopping a bus with his bare hands or foiling an attempted crime. You were proud of him, you really were. But if he said one more word about Germany you may just explode.

“I-I don’t understand,” Peter stuttered. “Did...did I say something, or-or do something, maybe?”

“You’ve been going on about this for-” You checked your watch. “—exactly 13 minutes of my time now, Peter. What didn’t you say?”

He blinked a few times. You rolled your eyes and stood up from the couch, grateful May was gone at the moment. You didn’t want her to see you like this.

“Y/N-“

“Stop! Just shut up! Can you seriously not be quiet for one second? Are you really incapable of such a thing?” you interrupted, glaring at him. “I don’t care about Germany or the Avengers or-or whatever you did during your fight with Captain America! I don’t care Peter, so please shut up!”

Peter flinched—just slightly, but it was there. It sent an unpleasant shock through you as you processed what you’d said to your anxiety-ridden, insecure boyfriend. You’d never understood how someone like Peter Parker could be Spider-Man—the Spider-Man—and still be insecure, but he was. He was a whole new person underneath that mask. He was Peter but he wasn’t your Peter.

You admired the confidence he seemed to gain when he put on the suit, but you easily forgot that when it came off that confidence was washed away somewhere within the nerdy T-shirts and Star Wars collection kept in his room. And it was times like these that you were painfully reminded of that.

“Peter,” you guiltily said, stepping forward.  He looked at the ground and pulled his sweater sleeves down so he had something to hold on to other than the hand you offered. You knew you deserved it, but it still stung. “Peter, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he weakly said.

You frantically shook your head. “No, it’s not okay, Peter. I shouldn’t have said that. I shouldn’t have reacted like that. Of course I care, Pete, of course I do. I-I don’t know what’s gotten into me,” you said, collapsing back down on the couch and trying your best to ignore the small sniffle you heard.

You searched for words for a few minutes, resting your head in your hands. You felt so guilty—so incredibly guilty—and it was making your lungs constrict. Tears stung your eyes.

“I just…” You swallowed. “You’re getting to do all these awesome things with your life—you’re living a dream come true. You went on an all-expense paid trip to Germany, you fought with the Avengers per Tony Stark’s request, you’re being recognized for the amazing stuff you’re doing, you’re basically an Avenger yourself, and-and-“ You huffed, running your fingers frustratedly through your hair. “I don’t know, Pete. I don’t know.”

It was silent but you didn’t dare look up. Not until you heard a small, “Are…are you jealous?” exit Peter’s mouth, making you snap your head up.

He was right.

The irrational anger, the boiling of your blood, the way everything you loved about Peter suddenly ticking you off—it all added up.

A deep blush spread across your face as you realized your error. Embarrassed and not willing to admit it, you fake laughed and wove a hand as if to dismiss the claim. “Pfft...I’m not jealous.”

Peter’s lips twitched upward just slightly, his brown eyes not looking so much like a kicked puppy’s now. And no matter how much it relieved you to see that, you hated the idea of what you’d have to admit in order for your boyfriend to give you a real smile.

“You are!” he said with delight. You’d never been jealous before, never had a reason to be, so this was a new experience for the both of you.

“No, I’m not!” you exclaimed, scowling at the growing smile on his face.

“You’re a terrible liar,” Peter laughed, coming to sit next to you. You pulled your legs up and turned your head away from him, crossing your arms. “Aw, c’mon Y/N. Don’t be like that.”

“Like what?” you stubbornly said, refusing to look at him.

After a beat of quiet, Peter’s fingers started dancing up your sides. You couldn’t help but let out a laugh and squirm against him.

“Stop it, Peter!”

“Not until you admit that you were jealous,” was his answer.

“Peter!” you managed to get out between laughs. “Stop!” This only seemed to spur him on and he took advantage of your temporary weakness, dragging you down so he was over the top of you and had better access to your ribs. You squealed. “Help!” you hopelessly shouted, laughing. “Help!”

Peter laughed at your desperation, too focused on avoiding your flailing limbs and staying in control that he didn’t notice Aunt May’s entrance—something he paid dearly for.

“What on earth is going on?” May exclaimed from the door. The surprise of her presence distracted Peter just long enough to receive a knee to the chin. He groaned, the force of it sending him toppling to the floor. Looking at your flushed cheeks and breathless manner and taking in the sight of Peter falling from on top of you, May easily could have reached a different conclusion. Luckily for the both of you, she didn’t. “Judging by the relieved look on Y/N’s face, you deserved that, Peter,” she said with an amused grin, referring to the blow he took.

“Gee, thanks May,” he mumbled, placing a hand on his jaw and carefully moving it back and forth.

May laughed and went to her bedroom, leaving you two alone to hash out the aftermath.

“She’s right,” you said when you’d finally caught your breath. Peter looked up confusedly at you. You smirked and added, “You totally deserved that.”

Peter scowled and wasted no time in crawling back on top of you to finish what he’d started. You should’ve been able to roll out from underneath him before he got his hands on you again, but he speedily grabbed your waist and forced you back to where you were before. Using his inhuman strength he easily pinned you down with one arm, leaving the other free.

“That’s not fair and you know it!” you scowled, referring to his clear overpowering of you.

“Who said anything about fair?” he quipped, grinning as he lightly brushed your rib cage. It wasn’t enough to tickle, but it was enough to make you squirm. “Just admit you were jealous and I’ll stop.”

“Hmm…” You pretended to think about it for a few seconds before answering, “Yeah, I don’t think that’s going to work out for me. Maybe another time?”

Peter smirked. “I warned you.”

You gasped and sputtered out a laugh as his hand began working again. As much as you hated being tickled, you hated admitting you were wrong even more. But as your lungs grew achy from the lack of oxygen and your cheeks began to cramp from the constant smiling, you decided that there was no way out of this except surrender.

“Fine!” you gasped. “Fine! You’re right!”

Peter’s fingers stopped for a moment. “What was that?” he said cockily, making you huff.

“You were right,” you mumbled.

“I don’t think that’s what I asked to hear.”

His fingers moved again making you painfully laugh and gasp out, “I was jealous, okay?! Are you happy now?!”

Peter laughed, letting go of your arms and lowering his head down to yours, wiping the tears that had overflowed and brushing a few strands of hair from your face. “I knew it,” he murmured before pressing his lips to yours. You reluctantly kissed him back, the guilt you felt from snapping earlier driving your actions.

Peter pecked your lips once more before pulling back and resting his head on your chest. You rubbed your still watery eyes and habitually started to run a hand through your boyfriend’s curls. He hummed in approval and settled down further, wrapping one arm around your waist and grabbing your free hand to play with your fingers.

“I’m sorry, Peter,” you whispered after awhile.

“S’alright,” he slurred. You were about to argue with him when he opened his mouth again and tiredly said, “Love you, Y/N.”

You exhaled and softly smiled. He could be adorable sometimes. “Love you too, Pete.”

He smiled and let his eyes flutter shut. His even breathing and comforting presence soon lulled you to sleep too, jealousy and guilt entirely forgotten.

XxX

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[purrincess-chat]

All’s Fair in Love and Superheroes CH2

At long last~ I am back on this. This chapter corresponds to day 10: reverse balcony scene as requested by @yoyos-on-the-wharf I hope you enjoy the next installment of this disaster in the making ;)

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Chapter 2

ladyblogger: um, so that was unexpected

smellywolf: yeah tough break M. who would have thought ladybug would be the one swooping in to steal adrien from u

heeliesb4feelies: maybe marinette should have gone to ladybug for tips >:P

pinkthorn: alix! Marinette is heartbroken don’t make fun of her

heeliesb4feelies: sorry :(

macaronette: im fine u guys. really

ladyblogger: are you sure u don’t need an emergency slumber party? we can eat left over cookies and throw darts at all of the pictures on ur wall

heeliesb4feelies: or we can turn them into a bonfire >:)

macaronette: guys im not upset with adrien

actually a vampire: do you want us to sabotage their date?

heeliesb4feelies: we can buy a bunch of mice from the pet store and set them loose on his yacht

smellywolf: alix thats inhumane

pinkthorn: what if we kidnap her and send in marinette in a ladybug costume. I mean she kind of looks like her I think we could pull it off

macaronette: what? NO! no one is releasing any animals on anyone’s yacht or kidnapping anybody!

actually a vampire: can we dye his hair hot pink while he’s sleeping?

pinkthorn: YES!

macaronette: NO!!

ladyblogger: i can totally write an article slamming her on my blog. i love her but youre way more important to me girl

macaronette: can we just drop it? i dont want to throw darts at his face and i dont want any of u sabotaging their date. he said yes which means he likes her and more than anything i just want him to be happy

smellywolf: aww marinette!

ladyblogger: girl u are too good for him

pinkthorn: adrien doesn’t know what hes missing! youre like the nicest person I know Marinette!

actually a vampire: yeah way cooler than ladybug

heeliesb4feelies: …I mean marinette doesnt have super powers im just saying

ladyblogger: alix

heeliesb4feelies: what? superpowers are cool!

ladyblogger: thats not the point

heeliesb4feelies: fine. youre cool marinette even without magic

macaronette: thanks girls. ill be fine im just gonna sleep it off.

ladyblogger: k were here for u if u need us

pinkthorn: night marinette!

heeliesb4feelies: let us know if you change your mind about the mice

smellywolf: alix

macaronette: night girls

Marinette set her phone down with a sigh, leaning her head back against the chaise. The girls were all sweet to look out for her, but how could she tell them that she was the same Ladybug that asked Adrien out? Not that she didn’t trust them to keep her secret, but with Hawkmoth out there, she couldn’t risk one of them getting hurt for knowing her identity. Leading a double life could be so exhausting.

“What are you going to do, Marinette?” Tikki asked, flitting up with a frown. “You’re not really going to go out with him as Ladybug are you?”

“I don’t know, Tikki,” She said, staring up at her ceiling. “He said yes, and I don’t want to disappoint him. I just can’t believe I did that!”

She slumped over into a ball, hugging a pillow to her chest and hiding her face with a moan. How could she have been so careless? What was she thinking transforming into Ladybug? And then forgetting to change back… Ugh, Adrien just made her brain so crazy and jumbled and distracted, and now Ladybug had a date with him instead of Marinette.

“If you go through with this, you’re going to have to be careful, Marinette. Ladybug can’t get distracted whenever Hawkmoth makes another akuma.” Tikki warned seriously.

“I know, and it could put Adrien in danger if I get to close to him. What if akumas come after him because of me? I’d never forgive myself if something happened to him,” She said, shaking the thought out of her brain. “Just one date and then I can let him down gently. As Ladybug, of course. Then Marinette can figure something else out.”

“Atta girl!”

***

“Can you believe it, Plagg?” Adrien sighed dreamily, pacing the floor of his bedroom. “Ladybug asked me on a date, and it wasn’t a dream!”

“Don’t you find it a little odd that she’d ask you on a date? Wouldn’t you prefer to go out with her as Chat Noir?” Plagg asked before stuffing his gullet with cheese.

“I’d like to go out with her at all. Whether that’s as Adrien or Chat Noir isn’t as important as the date itself, wanna know why?” Adrien smirked, though Plagg’s response was a disinterested blink. “Because it means she likes me, and if she likes Adrien then that means she likes Chat Noir too by default.”

“But don’t you think it’s kind of strange that she likes the you she doesn’t know very well?” Plagg shot back, cocking a brow.

“My face is all over Paris, maybe she’s just a fan and wants to get to know me better. Hence, the date.” Adrien rolled his eyes as if it were obvious. “Besides who’s to say she doesn’t know Adrien? It’s a possibility I’ve thought about a lot since we became superheroes. Given that we don’t know each other’s identity, it’s a very real possibility that we know each other in our normal lives.”

“Yeah and maybe you two are even friends,” Plagg said mockingly.

“Are we really? You know who she is, right?” Adrien perked up, and Plagg’s eyes narrowed skeptically.

“I will neither confirm nor deny whether or not you know each other in real life. You’re not allowed to know who she is, and no amount of cheese will make me talk,” He said with a huff, turning around stubbornly.

“I know, I know, but a boy can dream, right?” He sank into his computer chair and leaned his head back with a dopey grin. “Where do you think she’s gonna take me?”

“Hopefully somewhere with good cheese,” Plagg mumbled under his breath as Adrien stood up and resumed pacing with a finger hooked around his chin in thought.

“Ladybug and I are both celebrities which means that if we go out in public, we’ll draw a lot of attention to ourselves which if Ladybug hates anything it’s drawing attention to herself, and seeing as she’s always so careful about revealing too much about her personal life, she’ll likely want to go somewhere secluded and away from the public eye which means…” He stopped short, eyes widening with realization. “I’m going to get a romantic night out with Ladybug alone. Just the two of us under Paris lights. Plagg, this is going to be the first date we tell our kids about!”

“I think you should wait until after the date before you build a fantasy life with her in your head,” Plagg said pointedly.

“Ha ha,” Adrien replied dryly before averting his gaze guiltily. “I did that months ago and even made a Sims file for us. We have three kids and a dog.”

Plagg gave him a concerned look as if he were a few seconds away from calling in a shrink, but Adrien pulled out another container of Camembert from the cabinet with a smirk, though his distraction was short-lived when a knock sounded on his window. He turned to see Ladybug hanging upside down and felt his heart skip a beat. Even upside down she was still beautiful, but he shook himself to keep from getting distracted and pressed the button on his remote to let her in.

“Ladybug, hi,” He said with a shy smile as she landed gracefully.

“Hello,” She said with a wave before clasping her hands together in front of her. “So, um, about the date…”

“Yeah?” He perked up eagerly, and she bit her lip.

“Is tomorrow night okay? I know you’re probably really busy with all of your modeling and stuff, and if that doesn’t work for you then we can pick another time and-”

“I’m free tomorrow,” He interjected before cupping a hand over his mouth. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“No, no, it’s fine.” She waved her hands reassuringly. “So, um, tomorrow then around 7? We can meet outside the school.”

“Awesome! I can’t wait, Ladybug.” He met her gaze head-on with a warm smile, and her face softened as a rosy tint stained her cheeks.

“Then I’ll see you tomorrow then, Adrien Agreste,” She said softly before tossing her yoyo and leaving out the way she came in.

“I’ll be waiting, m’lady.”

 Buy me a ko-fi?

[rafikabsoud]

Stoneman Douglas Florida School Shooting 14II18

Before writing about this, I'd like to point out how every time a mass shooting happens it's less and less significant and less and less covered by the real media: you could say it's because it's a white guy in the U.S. but I’m not here to debate whether or not the media is racist, I’m talking about the inhumanity of humans.

Let's pretend I’m 8 years old, it's a cold February morning, I’m going to see Alaina today; her birthday was just a week ago, and she promised to let me play with the new Bratz Brunette with her. I even got her a new outfit to dress her. It was Taco Tuesday yesterday, but since mommy had to go early to work, she put tacos in my backpack so I would be surprised in school (I always like it when she does that).

“How much money are your parents giving u for the field trip next Monday??” Luke asks me in the School Bus, but I tell him I’m still not sure… The truth is, daddy doesn’t really want me to go, he’s always scared of school trips, I don’t understand why; I always try explaining to him “All my friends will be there, I won’t be alone or scared”, but he’s always weird about it. But mommy promised me she’ll try and convince him this time.

Before the bus stops I can already see Alaina with Bratz’s head showing out of her backpack. It’s a great day, I can feel it, even the clouds are already starting to fade away and the sun is shining through.

“After this, yellow slides” I whisper to Alaina during Mrs. Petty’s Math, it’s where our team meets, behind the yellow slides. But a noise outside got her distracted so I try again “After thi-”, I get suddenly interrupted by the Teacher screaming at us “GET DOWN!” she says, and I don’t really understand.

But all of a sudden, I realize that it isn’t a normal noise outside, “wowww, is that a real madman??” I say to myself. Hearing the noise getting closer, I still can't get myself to stop looking at the Bratz in Alaina's backpack; it's as if my head is stuck on that thought.

The door opens suddenly and I feel like someone muted the classroom, but I see Mrs. Petty falling to the floor. She’s old and wouldn’t be able to get up on her own. Imma go help her up, I do hate math, but she’s alright, she gives us candy when we get good grades.

A weird guy looks at me and then everything goes white.

--------

Here I am, awake early even though I don’t have to work for another two hours, but yesterday was Taco Tuesday and I wasn’t home to make her some before school, and my little monkey Meadow loves tacos, so today I’ll put some in her backpack to surprise her (I know she sees me putting them, but she loves them anyway).

I have a full day at the Post Office today, and then I have to get back and convince Andrew to let Meadow go to the field trip, she always misses out on these things because of his over-protective attitude.

“Come on, Meadow, the bus is waiting, and I can’t take you to school if you miss it” I tell her as she gets into her red shoes. We got a pair for her best friend’s birthday a week ago, but she kept begging for one for herself as well. Anyway, I need to get an early pay check this month because of that Trip: that school taking money from us at every turn. “Meadow!!” “I’m here, I’m here, I’m here” she says as she walks out the door.

I go to work, and Sally starts telling me about her new boyfriend, as she does every week: he’s name is Eric this time, and he works at the grocery O-Shop across the street. “We’re going to eat falafel today, it’s this Mexican food we’re trying out”. I’m pretty sure it’s middle-eastern but Sally was never good with Geography.

The boss’s office calls for me, they never do that for a normal reason, it’s about my salary I’m sure. “Good Morning, Mrs. Pollack. This is your husband on the phone… I’m very sorry.” He says as he gives me an ear piece. “Hey Andrew wha-”.

[clevernewdimension]

Inhumans Part Ten

Parts: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten, Eleven

Genre: A/U, Angst, Violence, Fluff, Romance, more in the future.

Pairing: Yixing x Reader

Word Count: 4K

AN: I’ve added something new to the story with this part. Sorry not even sorry if it makes you uncomfortable. Also first part without Yixing being in the gif above. Enjoy the early present!

Sehun’s last words left the air in here feeling colder. He slams his hands against the side table, a puff of dust flying into the air as he unleashed a fairly forceful gust of wind. Some pictures from the wall came loose, falling to the ground. I glance at the fallen ones, most of them turned to the back. One was Sehun with my mom, who was smiling brightly while pinching his cheek. It was only then I noticed that every picture had a sentence under it in his handwriting. Under him and my mom, it read ‘The mother I never knew I needed’. My heart broke reading that, knowing that, while she was my mother, she was, in a way, theirs too.

I glance over at the other picture. It was of him and a man who was a few inches shorter. He looked like some sort of fairy tale come to life. Like he was a fairy in a past life. Sehun had his face mashed next to his, sticking out his tongue. The other man was smiling, trying to push Sehun away, though it didn’t seem like he was actually trying from the way it looks in the picture. The man’s hair was a reddish brown while Sehun’s was blonde. The words underneath said ‘I don’t know what I would do without you’. Sehun glances at me, tears falling down his face steadily. “Why haven’t you said anything,” He asks, his voice almost yelling. “Tell me how awful I am for not doing anything!” “I don’t know what the whole story is, Sehun,” I say, trying to get up. He walks over, gently stopping me from standing. I suppose he could tell I wanted to be close to him, as he sat in front of me, resting his forehead on my knee. “I… we were breaking some others out, like normal. It was just the usual day, really. Really routine at that point.” Sehun wraps an arm around my leg, hugging it, trying to find some sort of comfort. Moments like these, when he’s scared and alone, he truly acts his age. He was scared. I place my hand on his head, running my fingers through his hair. “I always go to the roof. Before I got there, I got distracted by some men on the ground who were sneaking behind the others. So, I took them out. But I…” His voice shakes, “I didn’t go to the roof immediately. I stayed with those men longer than I needed to because I was angry and I took it out on them for a long time.” I feel his grip tighten on my pajama pants. I remain silent, knowing if I open my mouth it could scare him away and stop him from saying this. “When I got back, I saw three snipers on the roof. I stood there, watching as they aimed at the people I care about the most in the world.” I could feel his tears soaking into my pants as I try to comfort him. “I wasn’t like you, Y/N. When Yixing was in danger and about to be killed, you took action. You did something. I didn’t do anything then and I didn’t do anything now because I’m a coward.” I frown, wiping tears from my eyes, “Sehun-” “No,” He says, looking up. Anger flashed in his eyes. “Don’t! I stood by, to fucking scared to move and three people died. Tao was my closest friend and he died. Kris was one of our leaders and he died. Luhan…” His face was in complete agony as tears fell from his eyes in a never ending stream. He was a completely broken man sitting in front of me telling me what happened. “I love him,” He whispers, “I love him like you do Yixing, and I just stood by and let him die.” He looks over at the wall, wiping his face. “I can’t stay in here anymore because the memories are too painful. I can’t look at pictures of them after what I’ve done. I never believed in love before him, and I thought people just fooled themselves and made it up. But Luhan was different and I just...” He tightens his hands into fists, his shoulders shaking with sobs he was trying to hold back. “Sehun,” I say quietly, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for your loss… but it’s not your fault.” He shakes his head, “yes it is!” “How long from the moment you got there until they shot,” I ask, trying to stop myself from feeling bad for making him relive it. Sehun looks at me, his eyes red. “It… a couple seconds… one or two.” “No one can react that fast, Sehun,” I mutter, placing my hand on his shoulder. “This is going to sound harsh, but there was literally nothing you could have done for them.” “What,” He says, his voice coming out uneven and shaky as he tries to hold back his feelings. “I could have gotten there sooner and not have taken my anger out of those people!” I slip out of the chair and onto the floor in front of him, He tries to stop me, but I just shove his hands away. I take his face in my hands, “Sehun. You couldn’t do anything. If you didn’t stop those men, they would have killed others. There wasn’t enough time once you got there. It is a fact. Don’t blame yourself. You couldn’t have known. Do you really think they would want you blaming yourself all this time?” “No,” He mutters, “But… I just… It hurts so bad, Y/N. It’s like my heart was ripped out of me. Why can’t this pain stop?” “It won’t stop because what you felt was real,” I answer softly. “Losing people you love is going to hurt forever. It never gets better, you just learn how to handle the pain. If it stops hurting it’s because it wasn’t real.” I feel him pull me to him, as he wraps his arms around me, his head on my shoulder as he sobs uncontrollably. I hold him, muttering softly to him. He was so much taller than I was it was like I was being completely enveloped by the grieving man. His arms wrapped around me tightly as he continued to cry for a while. I just stayed there, rubbing his back and trying to do anything I could to help him. It took a while, but he finally calmed down. He set his chin on my shoulder, hugging me close. “I was scared to tell someone because I thought they would hate me.” “They could never hate you, Sehunnie,” I whisper. “They’re your family. They love you so much. This won’t change anything. If anything they will feel bad that you’ve carried this burden all by yourself for so long.” He stays silent as he detaches himself from me. He crawls over to the side table, opening the drawer, taking out an instant film camera. Sehun comes back over, looking at the white camera in his hands. He smirked to himself, wiping his face one last time before tugging me to him, pressing his cheek against mine. I smile, and then there was a sudden flash. He takes the picture from the camera, looking at it as it slowly reveals the picture. “I can’t sleep here anymore, but I suppose I can visit… and now I have to start adding pictures with you in them too, I guess.” He stands, pulling me up with him. I steady myself, watching as me moves back to the end table, getting a permanent marker. He writes something on the picture, blowing on it to dry the ink before setting it somehow on the wall. He smiles sadly, picking up the two that fell, placing them back before turning to me. “Thank you,” He says, putting an arm around me. “No problem,” I say, “Talk to someone about it. I’m serious. They will not blame you and you will feel a lot better knowing that.” I wiggle my fingers at his side, making him jump a bit and laugh. “Besides, the stress from not talking about it has probably had a lot of negative effects on your health.” “Ugh, doctor talk,” He mutters as I smile. “Do you… want to tell me more about him? About Luhan?” I ask, my voice shaky and unsure how he will take the question. The moment of silence after made me regret asking, as he stayed in one spot, almost not moving at all except to breathe. He stops for a minute, looking down at me, “Um… sure. I… well we met when we were both trapped. I’m not sure when I realized how I felt about him, but I always knew I was different…” “Different,” I ask, “How so?” “The people there ran tests on us,” He says quietly, “And from these tests they found out I’m not like most men… I am attracted to women, but I’m also attracted to men.” He runs a hand through his hair, “I know it’s not normal and I know it is not accepted by many here in Korea, but I can’t help it. They told me that even for a freak I was a freak. They said many awful things and would beat me because of that. I felt worthless and disgusting. They... Before I was strong and would fight back as much as I could. The things they said to me after they knew about it broke me... made me want die. I can’t even explain it. Then, one day, another Inhuman got loose and stood up for me. He knocked a scientist out and plumbed him so much, he ended up dying from bleeding in his brain.” Sehun smiles a bit sadly, “It wasn’t the first time people vocally stood up for me, but it was the first time someone did it physically. After that he put himself between me and them and when they wanted to beat me for being different, he told them they might as well beat him instead.” Sehun’s fingers play with the hem of his shirt. Tugging lightly and picking at a string coming loose, “It was Luhan.” I smile at him, “He stood up for you?” Sehun nodded, and for the next few hours, he told me his story of love. I’ve heard the loss part of it, but hearing how he came to realize his feeling made me smile for him. He talked to be openly and honestly, without any sort of sarcasm and sass for once. He told me that everyone else here knew how they felt and didn’t judge them for it, and how much he is thankful to them for that. After dinner, Sehun dropped me off to see Yixing one last time before bed. He smiles at me, placing a hand on my shoulder. “I… I’m glad that you saved Yixing. Not only because he’s family, but… because you don’t deserve to go through this kind of pain, Y/N.” He glances down at his hands, taking a nervous gulp. “I… this pain hurts bad. You already lost someone once and… I can’t imagine losing someone like that twice.” He smiles at his feet, hand resting on the door knob. “I’m happy for you both. I know I act like a child and pick on you, both of you, but I genuinely am happy that Yixing has someone like you to love and to care for him.” Before I could say anything else, he opened the door, smiling at Yixing, acting like nothing happened. He laughed with him, completely unfazed by the conversation we just had. My heart ached for the younger man, realizing exactly how strong of a facade he’s been putting up since the day their friends died. This whole time he’s felt this way and no one was the wiser. Yixing glanced at me, noticing how unlike Sehun, I couldn’t completely piece back a happy face as quickly. I nodded, telling him I was fine, letting the two of them talk and joke with one another.

Yixing stood, stretching, “It’s good to finally be out of bed!” “Be careful,” I scold, “Just because the stitches are out and it all seems normal doesn’t mean your muscle still isn’t recovering.” He just smiles at me, happy to finally be free from the bed. “It’s just sore,” He explains, picking up his hoodie and throwing it on. His hair still wet from the shower he had earlier. He wore his standard jeans and a tee, his feet bare against the cold floor. He walks to me, putting an arm around me as we leave the room. “‘Just sore’ is your body’s way of saying ‘take it easy, idiot!’” “I’m taking it easy, I just had to leave that room.” His hand went from my shoulder to around my waist, keeping me close to his side as we walked. He presses a kiss to my temple, “It’s just awful. So plain with literally nothing to do but sleep.” I put my hand on his waist as well, “I know. We’ll have to do something to make it more comfortable. Bleak and depressing environment doesn’t help people heal.” A door opens, revealing Neon as she casually strolls out. Her hair up and out of her way. She looked casual and relaxed, a book in her hands. She slaps it shut, tossing it back into the room before letting out a string of profanities in English. Her eyes turn and see the two of us. “So, where exactly are we all supposed to be meeting,” She asks, falling into step beside Yixing. “Computer room,” He answers, looking at her. “Is the search for a new base of operation going well?” “Hell no,” She mutters, crossing her arms. Her eyes glow red for a moment. “The best place is somewhere near a port so it makes getting people out quicker. Most places near the port are all taken or being heavily guarded.” She glares at the floor, “And, on top of that, I’m trying to seek out who ratted me out!” “You work mostly alone,” Yixing says, frowning. “Besides us and maybe two other people, you don’t even exist.” “I know, which is why whoever sold me out is going to face dire consequences,” Neon growls, throwing her hands in the air, sending off sparks of red energy like a firework. The door to the computer room opens, revealing a disheveled Baekhyun. He grabs me by the front of my shirt, pulling me inside rather forcefully. “Your idea,” He explains, returning to his chair, “About releasing information? I did it.” He looks at Yixing, kicking the chair next to him at the older man. “Sit down before you hurt yourself.” “Did it work,” I ask, eyes wide with curiosity. “See for yourself,” He says with a smile, pressing a button and the wall of screens turn on. News broadcasts from all over the world appear, scenes of people protesting all over the world in solidarity. I smile, moving to Baekhyun, hugging him tightly. “You fucking did it,” I say, grinning. “Holy shit,” Neon mutters, looking at the screen. “People all over the world angry, multiple countries threatening, presidents and prime ministers all calling to overthrow our government, and so much more,” Baekhyun says with a grin, his eyes happy despite being exhausted. He stood tall and proud, his eyes tearing up a bit at what he was able to accomplish. “I’m so proud of you,” I say, smiling at him once more. The moment of happiness was quickly over, however, as a loud crash was heard in the main hallway. The four of us left the room, quickly jogging to the main entrance. Jongin’s body flew back, slamming into the wall with such force. He yells out in pain, falling to the cold marble. Yixing sprints forward, placing a hand on the younger man. I see Jongin’s face go from agony to fine in a second. He looks up at Yixing, his face completely panicked. They both stand up, Jongin looks to the door, his eyes wide. Yixing looks over, his face becoming the exact same as Jongin’s. “How,” He asks, standing up. They both are thrown into the wall, unable to move as some invisible force keep them against the stone wall. Neon, Baekhyun and I walk out, seeing Junmyeon, Sehun and Minseok coming from the other side of the hall. Sehun sprints forward, getting to Jongin trying to peel him from the wall. He looks to the entrance, his eyes wide and his hands immediately freeze. The color immediately leaves him as his eyes never leave forward. I walk forward, my heart racing. I reach Yixing, trying to force him from the wall before I feel myself slammed against the wall, my feet off the ground. “How,” Sehun says as Junmyeon walks forward, Minseok by his side. They both are thrown back, both falling into the hall. Sehun hands were shaking as his eyes teared up. “How?! You died…” He mutters, becoming almost completely distraught. Two men were standing at the entrance. One was completely without emotions, eyes blank and stood like a robot. The other was smiling, looking completely amused. The still man’s hair was brown with a bit of a curl, his eyes brown as he was staring forward, one hand outstretched. He’s moving and breathing, but he looked lifeless. I could feel fear creep up at me, looking at Sehun in worry as he looked to be completely shattering in front of us. Baekhyun and Neon move, shouting as they go to get the others, trying to alert them to the dangers we now face. Their powers being fairly useless here, so they try to find anyone who would be able to help. He moves his hand, making all of us who were against the wall thrown to the left, colliding with Junmyeon and Minseok. “Luhan, please,” Sehun begs, putting a hand forward, blasting the man with a gust of wind, sending the two men back. “He won’t listen to you,” The other man says, grinning as they quickly regain their footing. “He doesn’t care about any of you.” His voice was deep, a mocking tone in his voice. The five of us scramble to our feet. I rush over to Sehun, pulling on his arm, but he simply remains grounded, his eyes locked forward, not moving. Junmyeon holds his hand out, grabbing at the air and pulling it back, the snow from outside avalanche inside quickly, covering the two men. Minseok move quickly, freezing the snow into pillars of ice around them. “How is he alive,” Sehun says, his eyes looking to the other man with hate in them. “We have an Inhuman who has an amazing gift to bring people back,” He answers, not at all bothered by the ice that trapped him. “Watching him go from what looked like an exploded watermelon back to his complete self was rather remarkable. They come back completely themselves. So we use another Inhuman who take away their will to fight, their own thoughts and feeling and make them into our puppets.” I pull at Sehun’s arm as his eyes find mine, “Is it true?” I nod, not feeling the warms of someone lying. “You shouldn’t have to see this, Sehun. Please!” “No,” He says, “That means somewhere inside, Luhan is there!” His voice was higher pitch, straining not to completely break down. “We can’t control him,” I say, “He’s going to hurt someone, we have to go!” “He wouldn’t hurt any of us,” Sehun screams, yanking his arm out of my grasp. Yixing catches my stumbling body, holding me close in case something happens as the ice around Luhan cracks. Sehun walks over, blinking as tears fell down his face. He stood in front of the smaller man, his eyes focused on his almost lifeless ones. “You’re still there,” He screams desperately, “Fight it!” The other man laughs, “I’m the one who made him like this. He is my puppet. He isn’t there anymore.” I watch as Minseok freezes Sehun’s feet to the floor as he started to run to the man. “Don’t,” The oldest yells, “He’ll just make you into one too!” “Clever,” The man says, “You see, Kiyoung got sick and tired of you all ruining his plans and getting closer to him, so we decided to take this pet out for a spin and see what he remembers.” The ice around Luhan cracks again, echoing all around. His finger tips now free. The ice around his arm shatters. He stops a piece from falling, taking it in his hand and thrusts it forward.

Sehun takes a deep breath, holding his hands in front of the tip of the ice, a gust of wind sending it out of Luhan’s hand. More water was placed around him, freezing quickly again, trapping him for a few more moments. Minseok unfreezes Sehun’s feet, knowing that he wouldn’t rush to the other man anymore. Footsteps echo from the steps outside, and a third man walks through the door, though his face not familiar. He was shorter, looking like he barely 18. His hair was a blueish shade of black, his eyes light brown. He wasn’t too tall, but he looked long and lanky somehow. The new figure was certainly skinny, almost too skinny. He glances at the man to his right, frowning. “You still haven’t got what we’re looking for,” He says, glaring. He looks me in the eyes, “She’s right there. ‘The human lie detector’, according to our research.” I feel my heart race as I look at him. “Me,” I ask, my voice betraying my fear. My hands become fists as I look at the man who spoke. The man in the ice grins, "We’ve had this stubborn fool in our possession for a long time. We want to know if he’s telling the truth, because he’s too valuable to kill and he’s been sending us on wild chases. We want answers.” Yixing pulls me behind him quickly, his face contorted in one full of rage. “You’re not leaving here with her,” He says, his voice low. The new young man smiles, “I’d love to see you stop us. Hope you’re willing to die to try.” The ice around Luhan shatters again. This time he sends Junmyeon and Minseok back with his telekinesis. He then grips a long piece of ice, sinking it into Sehun’s stomach, making the youngest man scream in agony. Sehun gasps, now coughing as blood comes from his mouth. His hands move to his throat as he starts uncontrollably gagging on the blood that was now in his throat. He looks at the man in front of him, his eyes wide in pain. In the blink of an eye, Luhans face suddenly changes. The lifeless look was replaced with one of regret and fear. His hands shaking as he realizes what he’s done. “Sehun,” He gasps, looking down as he drops the ice, blood spilling from Sehun’s stomach. Yixing shoves me back into Junmyeon who braces himself catching me easily. He sprints forward and places his hand on Sehun. “You’re not dying today,” He screams, gripping onto Sehun tightly. I watch as Sehun falls to the ground, his wound completely closed. Yixing glances up at Luhan who then falls to his knees, whatever hold the other man had on him broken. The world suddenly froze. The snow outside no longer falling, the people all around me not breaking. No one was even blinking as I looked around. The young man with the blue-black hair then smiles, walking to me. I pull myself away from Junmyeon, trying to get myself out of his tight grasp that was frozen there. I get myself free, about try to run away only to see the man appear in front of me in the blink of an eye. He grins, his grip on my wrist now tight. “You see,” He says, “I wasn’t born inhuman. I was made into one. Their friend that died, his power was time control. They used his body, did some tests, and now I have his power.” He smirks, the grin on his face terrifying. He yanks me forward as I throw a punch to his face, hitting him directly, though he doesn’t let go. The third man glares, “I wouldn’t do that again if I were you. No, you’re going to come with me, or I’ll use this power of mine to kill all of your friends here, understand?” He lets go of me, taking a knife and holding it to Yixing’s throat, “Starting with him.” “No,” I yell, reaching out. “Please. I’ll… I’ll go, just leave them alone.” “Excellent,” The man says, walking over, grabbing my arm forcefully as we leave the abandoned school. I spare one last glance at Yixing’s frozen face as he was looking at Luhan, a look of worry and apprehension on his face. The world was completely still as we walk away for 30 minutes to a car. The only sound was our feet crunching into the snow and my heart pounding in my own head. He opens the door of a plain white van, smiling, “I think this is the beginning of a beautiful partnership.” He takes something from his pocket, holding it over my mouth and nose as I find myself losing consciousness as the world just started to move again.

[askmyboys]

Vinny

Name: He was never given a name, buut if he were to escape out into the real world... he'd want to go by.... Vinny | Gender: Male | Species/Race: Glitch/Virus Demon (he's p much three things in one bc I decided to spice it up a lil bit) | Age: He doesn't really have an age either tbh | Height: 7'9" | Eye Color: See his eyes are a complex thing... his eyes can change variously, some seem more... complex than others- 1: He has all that coding n green in his eyes, you know like the 0s and 1s along with the green abyss in the background slowly scrolling downwards for infinity. 2: He can have a blue screen in his eyes which in HIS case isn't good. 3: and then just pure black which is the w o r s t thing possible. (as for just actual colors, it can be kinda like a stoplight in a way- except, just a regular green in this case which means things are chill essentially- its fine, yellow means he's cautious and tense, annnd red means he's angry- boutta get aggressive) | Hair Color: Shadow Black (his hair is in the style of an Extreme Spiky Quiff) | Appearance: He has one prominent suit- its got those tv color bars going down it EXCEPT they aren't as bright as actual color bars- he doesn't like overly bright colors- it messes with him, the suit also has glitches surrounding it- most people think its just part of the suit but its actually not- its a part of HIM- his pants are black and he usually wears combat boots- he has another suit he wears that just looks like pure static that has the words PLEASE STAND BY written on it which he'll pair with a matching pair of pants- the combat boots s t a y though. Aside from suits, he'll wear hoodies, leather jackets, etc- it just depends on his mood at the current moment- now he's got some more monstrous details/inhuman features... For starters, the monstrous features include him having bear trap teeth, his horns are in the shape of a bison's and they also look like color bars, he has a devil style tail that just looks like pure static, and of course he has black claws- he does have glitches that can surround him, usually the glitches and him becoming more static-y sounding are due to him getting angrier and angrier- however he does have to use a good amount of energy to keep all his glitches n stuff hidden. (oh and you know he has the circle beard n such and a few scars here and there, it seems to be mostly from fights and some look pretty severe) | Personality: I won't say he's evil and cruel, only when he's crossed will he show no mercy- if he's betrayed, a b a n d o n e d, etc- THEN shit's gonna hit the fan BUUUT we don't have time to unpack all that just yet! He's definitely a trickster, loves to pull pranks and mess with people immensely, he's been out in the actual world a few times- humans are his all time f a v e s to mess with, their reactions can be a m a z i n g! How terrified they look when they see this weird being come into their reality or when they don't even realize or know he's there, then its so much more fun- its like a ghost situation at that point makin people think their haunted which in a way they technically are! He doesn't know?? a LOT about boundaries or limits and sometimes he crosses those, ya gotta tell him otherwise it'll only get worser from there and he won't even stop to acknowledge that- he's oblivious towards some emotions and feelings (tl;dr: not evil n cruel unless provoked/betrayed, trickster who will prank n scare the living shit out of you, crosses boundaries and limits without realizing and needs to be told about it- and you better explain it properly otherwise he won't really get it, he doesn't understand a lot of emotions and feelings except for anger/fear- its mostly anger he understands a lot, he can be pretty manipulative when he wants to make a deal with a person- he feels he's gotta be in order to escape his computer-y confines) | Side Facts: He lives in this virtual-like world, waiting until someone gets his "virus" on their computer- in order to have his virus sent out, a person has to be looking up info on him and click on one specific lil site, oh they'll get details alright... S o  m a n y  d e t a i l s, hell why not have those details straight from the source- while his virus doesn't necessarily damage the computer itself, HE can do so if he desires- its usually a last resort option though in order to escape his confines- he's gotta make a deal with said person in order to get out- its essentially like a you do this for me I'll do somethin for you in return in a w a y. He's actually deathly terrified of factory resets and h e h- various other things that can totally obliterate his virus and if he's sticking around himself- oh b  o y- there's going to be... well, problems- a factory reset along with the other things- ya see- a factory reset is the equivalent to what an exorcism would feel like for a ghost, its essentially a death sentence for this glitchy virus demon and it'd be the most excruciating thing he could ever feel, he's actually almost been wiped out entirely by one before- so that's another reason to fear those things. Now he did have parents, but uh they... weren't the best- even when he was just beginning to develop they could tell he'd never amount to nothing, wouldn't ever be a strong and good virus demon, so they p much- ahem 

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Abuse mentions both physical and mental-wise, degradation, abandonment, etc

His parents abused him, his father always tried to toughen him up and would get angry and MORE violent than he already was when his son didn't want to cooperate or fight back, his mother would always verbally abuse him- constantly berating him with insults, telling him he'd never amount to a good virus demon, that he was entirely worthless, etc AND his siblings weren't any better- they picked on him and beat him up a fair amount all the time- its a wonder he even managed to last as long as he did, growing up definitely was the most difficult thing, he never REALLY learned how to properly process any emotions- he never learned how to express emotions- especially if something is bothering him immensely, he'll just ignore it or bottle it up until it gets too severe to handle anymore, expressing emotions of any kind unless anger or anything was f o r b i d d e n to his parents- happiness? sadness? D i s g u s t i n g! He should be a n g r y, vengeful, hateful, m a l i c i o u s and everything horrible in between- he should be an ultimate being of destruction since he's a virus demon and eventually his parents gave up on him entirely annnnd kicked him out, they a b a n d o n e d him and have had no contact since then, o h but only if they could see him now... he's not evil or cruel just for pure spite towards them but he IS more powerful than he ever coulda been before, s o much more powerful... he has enough power to bring a fucking world to its k n e e s- even if his weaknesses are something such powerful demons shouldn't be affected by but nonetheless, he's powerful enough or at least he thinks so- maybe... maybe his parents would be... proud of him if they saw him now, with as much power as he's gained (spoilers: they won't, he's not malicious or evil or cruel enough n so many other wrong things) ITS NOT A L L bad however tho! he can be a p dumb himbo sometimes- he doesn't understand a LOT of human things, despite being a computer-like virus demon- he actually doesn't even understand much bout the internet, he's never given it much of his attention and the things humans do, its... it can all be strange to him? So aside from pranking n being a trickster- he can be p dumb when it comes to human stuff n internet stuff- boy gotta heccin learn bout boundaries n limits and some of the things humans do so he can be MORE human like- hell he doesn't REALLY even disguise himself, why should he care if humans n stuff sees him? He's fine like he is- and besides its funny to see them react with fear! and besides its not as if they can do anything to stop him unless they forcibly get him back into a pc and try to factory reset him but NOBODY would think to do that surely hahaha... ...healsoneedstolowkey-okayHIGHKEYlearntounderstandemotionsandfeelingsohecanproperlyprocessANDunderstandhowtoletThingsoutI'll probs add or re-do stuff later? I dont think much needs to be re-done but if I find it necessary meh it'll happen for now have this wreck of a virus demon