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[puresel]

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[brocks-shades]

drawing every brawler along with my pride hcs series part 3!! bibi is trans bigender and bi ^^

[altruisticalastor]

↳˗ˏˋAlastor x Readerˊˎ˗ ↴

☒ Part One Part Two

☒ Summary: There was no time for doubt or guilt. It was now or never, and you had to play it smart if you wanted to be free, and you longed for that freedom more than anything.The thought of soon being in the comfort of Alastor’s arms, without any restrictions, kept you at bay. Within hours, you would be liberated.

☒ Warnings: fem!reader, she/her pronouns used, happy ending! silly lucifer, vox gets destroyed emotionally, lots of cursing and a light sugestive undertone, angsty and fluffy (a perfect combo) heavily yandere!vox coded, blushy alastor, husband alastor being the sweetest ever

☒ Word Count: 3,545

You awoke to an empty room after what transpired last night. Slowly, you rubbed the tiredness from your eyes. There was a note on your night table- you noticed it as you sat up. It was from Vox.

Sorry, I cannot be here when you wake, sweetheart. Val is being a pain in my ass. So, duty calls. I'll be up to check on you later. There's breakfast downstairs if you're hungry.  With love, Vox

The kinder he was to you, the more remorse you felt. 

Soon, all of this would be behind you, and that's what you had to remind yourself of. 

You took your time rolling out of bed this morning. You dreaded the day ahead of you. As you finished dressing yourself, you caught something in the corner of your eye. You spotted an envelope tucked under your closed window. The corners of the crimson letter lifted from the harsh breeze outside. You wasted no time snatching the tattered note, instantly recognizing the handwriting on the front.  

It was from Alastor.

My Dearest, Gather your prized possessions. I'll be here at midnight to bring you to your proper home- our home. Lucifer will nullify the contract you have with Vox moments after I retrieve you. So worry not, my dear. Within hours, you will be free.  Yours truly, Alastor P.S. Be sure to burn this after you've read it. 

You could hear your heartbeat as your hands shook, tossing the letter into your fireplace. The finish line was just out of reach. You could do this. You hastily began grabbing the belongings you've accumulated over the years, stuffing them into a bag Vox had gifted you for your birthday one year.

As you began gathering your things, the nostalgia kicked in. As did the guilt that sucker punched you right in the gut. 

Each item you stuffed into the tote brought back a pleasant memory. Your favorite tee that you wore to bed each night, for instance. 

You hadn't a clue how Vox even knew this piece of fabric was so meaningful to you. Nor how he obtained it to begin with. But, when Vox re-gifted it to you, you broke down. He seemed startled by your reaction, uttering apology after apology. Vox assumed his gesture did not go over well. But it was quite the contrary. This piece of home made you feel a little less alone in an unfamiliar place. You cried out a meek "Thank you." offering Vox a shaky smile as you wiped your tears away. 

You shoved all of those memories into the back of your mind. The same way you shoved your belongings into the tote. There was no time for doubt or guilt. It was now or never, and you had to play it smart if you wanted to be free— and you longed for that freedom more than anything.

The thought of soon being in the comfort of Alastor’s arms, without any restrictions, kept you at bay. You took a deep breath, slapping your cheeks a few times to snap yourself out of this stupor. Within hours, you would be free.

Vox had been so angry when Velvette called— disrupting his precious time watching you slumber. These moments were few and far between since you forbid him from installing cameras in your room. Vox grumbled to himself as he stood from the chair, ending the call with Velvette after receiving the news about "Needing to get the piss baby under control."

Slowly, he approached your sleeping frame, admiring you. The rise and fall of your chest. The pleasant expression decorating your beautiful features and the hardly noticeable tremble of your fingers at the hem of your favorite shirt.

It was a cute routine of yours. You tended to play with the stitching at the base of your sleep shirt before you nodded off each night. The sheets always slipped down your frame from how you tossed and turned, giving him a perfect view of your little habit.

Vox recorded this moment for his private use. He knew your self-soothing technique was the reason your shirt was so tattered. Vox put the pieces together ages ago. He never forgot the day he re-gifted you that flimsy old shirt.

When you started living here seven years ago, you arrived with nothing. Vox sensed your anxiety from your lack of familiarity. So he had a chauffeur take him to your and Alastor's newly desolate home. 

Vox rummaged through your personal belongings for a good while, to the lack of your knowledge. Inhaling your scent; which enshrouded your garments. One shirt, in particular, stood out to Vox. He noticed the wear and tear in the fabric, giving it so much character and conveying a story of its own. He assumed this tee was sentimental, so Vox took it. Hoping that a piece of home would put your mind at ease. He had also confiscated your perfume and other personal garments for himself. But you hardly needed to know that.

When Vox gave the shirt to you, your eyes filled with tears as you offered him a sweet little thank you. That stirred something deep within him. Something dark. Vox's obsession only doubled by the day after that, and for some reason, you were wholly oblivious.

Vox supposed that was the moment he knew his fixation with you was severe.

You took his kindness for weakness, Vox assumed. But little did you know, the love he had for you only made him all the more hostile. If he had you, Vox had no use for anything or anyone else. Plain and simple. You were all he desired— all he needed.

The memories you shared over the years replayed in Vox’s mind as he persisted in his daily tasks. He hoped you had read the note he left you by now, taking the liberty of treating yourself to some delicious breakfast. Vox had the personal chefs make your favorite this morning. He figured you needed a little pick me up after the harrowing night you endured.

His poor little sweetheart, maybe he should visit you earlier tonight. Any moment without you in it was far too long for Vox.

You paced around the ransacked room. The clock read a quarter to twelve. You were in the home stretch. Alastor would be here soon, as would Lucifer. Suddenly, a knock at your door pulled you from your thoughts. 

"Sweetheart, may I come in?" 

Oh no, this was not according to plan.

Normally, Vox finished his work around two in the morning. He would visit you a couple of minutes after he finished up. But why was he early tonight? Did he possibly catch on to your antics?

"Ah! N-No! Not yet- I am indecent!" You sputtered out. Fuck, this was bad. Really bad. Vox was quiet for a moment before his voice boomed once more. 

"You sound- off. I'm coming in." You hurriedly tucked your packed-up bag under your bed, throwing on your robe to hide the outfit you had on. You prepared to take your leave, so your usual sleep attire was nowhere to be seen.

Fuck, Fuck- Fuck! He wasn't this stupid. Vox was going to see right through your bullshit. The trashed room was a dead giveaway. 

Vox barreled through the door, making a beeline to where you stood. "V-Vox! Wait-" His slender fingers cupped your cheeks, a look of worry glitching onto his features. "Sweetheart, what's the matter?"

He was too focused on you to notice the state of your room. A shaky breath escaped you as you forced a smile, bringing your hands up to your chest. You waved them in front of yourself. In an attempt to show him everything was alright. Which- it wasn't. 

"Nothing- Really! I'm okay, just a bit sleepy. Can we talk more tomorrow?" You forced a yawn. Placing your hands on his chest, an attempt to soothe his worries. Vox gave you a pointed look as he let out a sigh. His hands that cupped your cheeks traveled a little lower. The gentle caress down your neck and collarbones sent a chill up your spine. "Of course we can. Here, let me tuck you in." 

Panic flooded your senses as he tugged at the tie of your robe. "I-I'm cold! So I figured I'd sleep with this on tonight!" Your hands were trembling as you stopped him from undoing the knot. Vox looked more concerned than ever from your skittish display. "Sweetheart, you're trembling! Come, let's get you under the covers." 

All you could do was nod in agreement as Vox's hand wrapped around the small of your back. He guided you to the bed, and that's when he noticed something was off. "Sweetheart... where's your favorite blanket, and why is it not on your bed?" His voice was even but a pitch lower. You froze in place, not daring to peer up at him. "I took it to get washed! It was looking a little bleak." Your voice was shaky as you lied through your teeth.

Vox's grip on your frame tightened as he slithered his arm down to grasp your hip. His hold on you was bruising as his other hand came to clutch the opposite side of your waist. He swiftly turned you to face him, dipping low to get in your field of view. "Why the fuck are you lying to me?" 

Oh fuck, this was the end for you.

His eyes were glowing bright and swirling with anger. A frown was prominent on his monitor. "I'm not! I swear- stop! Vox- you're h-hurting me!" His grip only became more brutal as his face pushed closer to yours. Vox invaded your senses. You felt claustrophobic- trapped. "Lies, lies, and more lies! Utter one more from those sweet lips of yours, and you'll be sorry."

Tears brimmed at your waterline, threatening to spill. Sure, Vox's grip was painful- but more than anything, you were petrified. 

"I believe you are holding something that belongs to me!"

The radio static filled the room, as did an air of malice. Vox snapped his head toward your window- met with the sight of his age-old rival, Alastor. "How the fuck did you get in here? I have security cameras lining the entire building! Inside and out!" Vox's grip around your hips loosened from the pure shock of what was unraveling before him. You took the opportunity to slither out of his grasp, frantically running over to your husband. 

"Ha! Your sense of security is flawed! You'll have to try harder than that to keep me away next time, old pal!" Alastor laughed bitterly as you cowered behind him. You seized his waist from behind tightly, hands still trembling. "Although, there won't be a next time! Oh heavens no! Not after the way you put your hands on my wife." The radio crackle was more prominent as your husband's shadow tendrils outstretched toward Vox. 

Alastor restrained the pitiful man before him. You peeked over your husband's frame. Getting a glimpse of his murderous expression. His eyes were in the shape of radio dials as crimson blood spilled past his grinning lips. "You fucker! You should have stayed away! Have you forgotten that I own your sweet little wife?"

"Uhh... not for much longer! Uh oh! It looks like someone is late to the party, am I right, Malastor? Aha!" You jumped from the boisterous voice filling the room. Your head whipped over to where Lucifer himself, now stood at your husband's other side. The King of Hell nudged your husband with his elbow, looking for approval from his witty remark. 

"Malastor-?" You sounded dumbfounded before your husband cleared his throat. "Yes, yes indeed! Now, get on with it, little Luci! Time is ticking!" Alastor spat through gritted teeth, shooting Lucifer a warning glare. The short blonde man scoffed, muttering under his breath about how "He was taller where it counted most!" Lucifer approached an annoyed Vox. He thrashed against his constraints but to no avail. 

"What the fuck are you of all demons doing here?" Vox spat, eyes swirling with murderous intent. He was beyond pissed, and it terrified you. Alastor could sense your anxiety and wrapped an arm around your waist. He pulled you snugly into his side, giving your hip a light squeeze. 

"Your old pal Malastor and I struck a deal! So no more wifey soul for you Mr. TV man!" Lucifer said in a sing-song voice. Without further ado; The King of Hell's horns poked past his golden hair. Wings fluttered out as a blue aura surrounded Vox. "No! You fucking can't- she's mine!" Vox shouted, tugging wickedly against his restraints. 

You watched in awe as the essence of your soul was extracted from Vox's chest. He let out a pained groan while Lucifer held out his palms, gently cradling your soul. A gasp was pulled from your lips as your collar and chain appeared around your neck. Lucifer turned toward you, offering you a wide grin as he approached. "Looks like ya dropped something!" The King of Hell joked, earning a warning glare from your husband as he brought your soul up to your chest. 

Gently, Lucifer overlapped his hands before pressing them into your diaphragm. You let out a breathless gasp as you felt your soul lodge itself into your chest. It felt foreign. You had been without it for ages now, so to be whole again was... liberating. With a snap of Lucifer's fingers, the azure collar around your neck fractured in half. It plunged to the floor along with the leash before it withered away.

The waterworks that threatened to spill past your lashline all this time finally slipped. Hot tears cascaded down your cheeks as you let out a small chuckle. "Thank you- both of you." You turned toward your husband. Alastor smiled brightly down at you as you brought your shaky hands up to wrap around his slender neck. You pulled his face low to meet yours halfway. Alastor took the hint, a small blush blanketing his cheeks as your lips meshed with his. 

The kiss was tender and loving. Alastor's large palms wasted no time cupping your face. He gently wiped your tears away with the pads of his thumbs. "I've dreamt of this moment countlessly over the years we spent apart, my dear," Alastor whispered against your lips, forehead flush to yours. Your heart pounded against your ribcage from his words. 

"Me too, Al. I can't believe this is happening right now." You giggled before Lucifer obnoxiously cleared his throat. Pulling you out of your sweet reunion with your husband. "This is lovely and all, but I upheld my side of the deal, Malastor! So you better do the same, or else I will fuck you!" Your mouth fell agape at the King of Hell's words. Alastor just tilted his head in confusion before you muttered, "Uh... I'm sure he meant to say fuck you up, my love."

"Yeah, that! Wait- what did I say?" You shook your head in disbelief as another laugh escaped you. Who would have thought the ruler of hell would be such a goofball? "Anyway, I'm gonna go! My job here is done!" With that, Lucifer took his leave out the window, humming a little tune to himself as his wings carried him through the night. 

Alastor clutched your hand, squeezing it firmly. "Come along, my dear! It's about time you returned to your rightful home!" You nodded in agreement, releasing his hand to retrieve the bag you stashed under your bed. Suddenly, Vox's hand slipped free from Alastor's shadow tendrils. He wrapped his slender fingers around your ankle, pulling a frightened yelp from you. "After everything I've done for you... this is how you repay me?"

Vox's voice was low, wavering slightly. You could feel his glare on you. But you didn't dare to look his way. "Let go of me! I don't owe you anything, and you no longer own me. So give it up." You spat. Alastor's tendril twisted around Vox's arm, yanking it away from your ankle. The pitiful man winced as you took this opportunity to grab your things and get the fuck out of this hell hole. 

"You'll come to regret this, sweetheart! You're mine, soul or no soul! And if I can't have you... no one can. Do you hear me?" Vox shouted at the top of his lungs as you took your husband's hand. Not daring to look back at the man you spent the last seven years chained to. "See, that's where you are wrong, chap! My darling wife was never yours to claim! Ha! How pathetic you are. Thank you for quite the pitful display!"

Alastor chuckled darkly as he took your bag for you, hoisting it over his shoulder. Without another word, Alastor's shadows surrounded you both. Taking you to a better place. The last you heard before you disappeared was Vox screaming your name along with the pitful cries of "I love you!" You felt a twinge of remorse for him, but it was fleeting.

The new scenery before you was bright and colorful. "Guys! They're back!" A cheery voice shouted. The Princess of Hell pulled you and your husband into a bear hug. "Oh, I just knew you could do it Alastor! I'm so happy that your wife is now a part of our found family!" You smiled at her words, glancing over to a rather stiff Alastor. You chuckled from his posture before another voice grabbed your attention. 

"You two definitely make a cute couple! Who knew Mister Fancy Talk Creepy Voice had game? Kudos, man!" The feminine spider demon approached you before one of his hands took yours. "The name's Angel Dust! A pleasure to properly meet ya toots!" He bounced your hand lazily before shooting you a playful wink. You returned the kind gesture, introducing yourself with a smile. 

"That's a pretty name. I'm Vaggie, and it's good to have you here." The petite woman gave you a small smile and a nod from where she now stood beside Charlie. You muttered a thank you before Alastor swept you up into his arms. You let out a small yelp as your arms instinctively wrapped around his shoulders. 

"Alright, the meet and greet is over! My dearest and I have some lost time to make up for!" Alastor's grin never faltered as he shuffled out of the foyer and up the steps. You heard a loud whistle coming from Angel and a shout of "Don't break the bed!" from Vaggie. Which caused embarrassment to course through your veins. 

You giggled as your husband ushered you into his bedroom. Kicking the door closed with his hoof before placing you down gently. You kept your arms secured around his shoulders as you buried your face into Alastor's chest. You breathed in his scent. Something so nostalgic yet ever-present. Alastor hummed your wedding song into your hair as his hands tapped along to the tune against your waist. "Let's dance, my darling!" 

Alastor lifted you slightly, allowing the balls of your feet to rest on the tops of his hooves. You giggled as he began taking broad steps, twirling you around the large room. "Do you remember our wedding, dearest? Our first dance was nearly ravaged by a drunken Mimzy! Ha!" You shook your head at the memory. Husk had cut her off for the night- and let's just say the rowdy woman didn't take that too well. "How could I forget! Husker's tail tripled in size- and Mimzy uttered curses I had never even heard before!" 

You both laughed at the memory as Alastor slowed his roll. Gazing down at you with unadulterated love swirling within his crimson eyes. His smile shrunk slightly as he brought a hand up to grasp your chin. "I truly apologize for disappearing all those years back without notice. It wasn't my decision, and if there's one thing I regret most in this world... It's making you feel like I willingly abandoned you." A frown decorated your husband's features. His eyebrows were knit in dismay.

You cooed at him, bringing your hands up to card through his two-toned locks. "It's behind us now, my love. Please, don't torture yourself anymore. I love you, and I couldn't be happier to be in your arms again!" Your gentle words tugged at his heartstrings. A small blush coated his cheeks as your fingernails grazed the base of his ears. "I love you more, my darling." The radio static in his voice was nowhere to be found. It was Alastor's true voice conveying his authentic feelings. 

You wasted no time pulling him down for a kiss, which he happily obliged to. Your lips molded perfectly against one another. You could hear your heartbeat as Alastor caressed your waist lovingly with one hand. His other hand remained at your chin, tilting your face slightly with his grip to deepen the kiss. For being a demon in hell, it sure felt like you were in heaven at this very moment. 

What was once lost was now found, and you couldn't be more thrilled to make up for lost time with your husband, Alastor.

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[rzyraffek]

Odd request, but could you mess around with slashers x gn/male partner who gets seasonal depression or it gets worse when the weather gets crummy? It's been raining for a while where I am and could go for a little comfort, haha.

Possibly Brahms or Billy Lenz? Or anyone else you really want to write.

Can do🌼 If anything here is not accurate please feel free to let me know i really dont want to offend anyone🌺

They/them partner with masculine features okay? Because it might get confusing to read when everyone has he/him pronouns i really hope that you dont mind i just know it wil get confusing

(Sfw) (Request open)

Billy Lenz👽

What you mean seasoned depresion? Doenst sound tasty? He does not belive in long words.🙄

At first he will think that his partner will just be sad for whole winter(or other season but Winter/Autumn is pretty common) which is upsetting because he loves winter. But when he finally understands what being depressed means, he will do his best to be useful

Even if they dont have Energy to leave bed/ do anything in hause, he will stay with them, at first he might talk but if they arent in mood for that he will just keep them company. Its his way of saing 'hey im here for you its gonna to be okay🌼'

He cant cook but if he sees that they were avoiding food latley or just not leaving their room for a while, he will bring them choco pudding

If his partner is cis-man and they grow a bread(and it gives them disphora) he will help them shave it. Like yeah Billy is silly chaotic goblin man but u seen him? Either he has testosterone level -5 or he knows how to shave

Also if they feel bab when weather is gloomy he will just cover the Windows? No Windows=no weather affecing them, easy😎😎😎 (thats billy saying that not me)

Overall 9/10 wont force them to talk to him and will give food

Brahms Heelshire

He knows what it is, but its still heartbreaking to see them like that

If depresion goes hard like hard to the point they cant leave the bed. You remeber how in every Brahms headcanons i mension that you have to help this guy take a Bath? Yep its reverse now. Now He takes care of them

I know that Brahms is a lil bebi boi lil shmol bebi men, but he can get mature if he wants to, he will bring them tea, headpats and warm words. He will probably avoid talking at first, but its because he feels like walking on minefild, NOT because of them being depresed, but because he knows that he sometimes gets angy at random stuff and he really desnt want to yell at them

Hes more happy to give them hugs and lay in bed with them (of couse if they want to)

He will try light up the mood with good dinner or a nice walk around the mansion.

Will spend more time with you, but if you need space he will understand

Overall 8/10 tries his best to light up the mood by being romantic gentleman. Will bring you tea -2 points for being british

Yautja (hes here only because i have funny ideas)

Wym mental health?? Season makes ur brain go not good?? I- my beloved we are on spaceship rn wym

The idea of depresion itself is pretty new for him, so they need to teach him

He will go 😨wym you sick in mind and theres no medicine? 😓aww man 😍 i guess I will stay by urside and help you with anythin u want😈

This guy will pick you up and carry you everywhere u need to be. U need to take a shower? Boom. You are hungry? Watch him speerun cook some pasta with salt and kechup (he has No clue how to food)

Will cuddle

Again if any of those make their partner uncomfortable he wpnt do it, those are just sugestions. Also I know that depresed people arent just little sad bolls without Energy to get out of bed. But he doesnt know that! He didnt know depresion exsisted till 3minutes ago!

6/10 acts like his lover is shmol sad Ball, and will baby them around

[k-v-1-0-12]

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Vampire Katsuki x Reader.

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In honor of Halloween being tomorrow I decided to write this, hope you enjoy!

Warnings! - Possessive Katsuki! Mentions of blood, slight stalking, shy reader, mentions of killing and death, manipulative Katsuki, yandere tendencies, mentions of forced love, reader is fem bodied and usese she/her pronouns, This is NOT proof read. If any of these things bother you'd I'd sugest not reading.

This is written simply for entertainment purposese. These types of relationships are not healthy!

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Vampire Katsuki is definitely a handful to handle. Once he's got his hands on you he sure as hell isn't backing off. No matter what you or anyone else says. And if anyone attempts to tell him anything he'll just drain them of all the blood they have in their body. But it's all for you.

Don't be fooled though. While Katsuki can be a little possessive he understands that you are human. And humans are frail…weak. They have so many needs and wants. There's a lot of it he doesn't understand, but he will give you space if asked. But not for very long.

Katsuki is the same towards you as he is anyone else. At least that's what he wants you to think. He can't have you trying to slip away from him. He's a patient man, all good things come to those who wait right? You don't need to know that he has eyes on you at all times. Or that he's the one who makes sure your door is locked at night.

Katsuki doesn't see anything wrong with what he's doing. He's just protecting you. He hasn't harmed you in anyway. In fact the complete opposite, he gives you small gifts or he will make you desserts he knows you enjoy. Despite human food not being all that appealing to him he'll wat it so you won't become suspicious of him. He will do anything for his precious.

Katsuki loves you, whether it's platonic or romantic he's unsure... He'd do this for all of his friends right? Or are you special. Something no one or nothing has ever been to him. But if that's the case this only dither proves his actions are okay! You must "protect" the people you love.

He won't go as far as to isolate you from everyone. Yet. He enjoys interacting with his friends so why would he keep that pleasure from you? However when it comes to new people that's a bit different. Shouldn't you be satisfied with what you have? Humans are so greedy. He'd never tell you that to your face though. He has to keep you around. But even if you attempt to run. He wouldn't be able to go.. It makes his heart ache and a unfamiliar knot forms in his throat when thinking about such things. He can't loose you. He has to keep you safe!

Katsuki loves the fact that you're all shy around him. It had been like that ever since you meet. He finds it oddly adorable that you can't look him in the eyes when you speak. Or whenever he compliments you a small blush appears on you cheeks. Or even the fact that when he gets a tad bit to close you can't bother to step away or meet his gaze. Yes it's absolutely a wonderful sight for his Vermilion eyes.

Don't be worried. Although you blood does smell really sweet and god awfully delicious he'd never actually take it... Not without your permission. That's what he told you. And you had to believe him, Katsuki had never done anything to hurt you so why would he now? Whenever his eyes lingered on your collarbone for just a tad bit too long he always claimed to be deep in thought. Yes.. He'd never hurt you. He's obsessed, he loves you. You should know that silly!

Kasuki! Will continue to be patient. And he will wait until the perfect moment to confess his feelings. And if you don't accept... Well, it seems he will just have to make you. But that's okay, we can all learn to love right? Even naive stupid human girls like yourself!

Katsuki is gentle with you. He won't kill in front of you or even mention it because he knows it makes you neveous. He knows a hell of a lot more than that. What you like to do for fun.. What time you sleep at night. What time you wake up. What you eat for breakfast. How long it takes you to shower. He knows everything about you. Just how a lover should!Don't be worried he will take real good care of you. Even if you can't see that's what you need. He will convince you that's what you need. "Y/n humans are frail.. Someone my side or better could have you cornered in seconds. Is that what you want? I'm only trying to protect you. You know that right? I'd never hurt you." It would be that or another excuse for any time you wanted to go on a date with some random prick. Or go someplace new without him.

He'd always protect you. And love you. And you'd give him that same love back. You have no other choices after all silly girl!

Authors note- Hope you enjoyed! Have a good Halloween! Let me know if I missed any warnings.

[nuntia]

Dessert // Mary Goore x GN Sibling

Preface: Mary tried to make the most of his stay at the Abbey, including venturing into the dark, narrow library's halls in the company of a Sibling of Sin.

warnings: sugestive content, use of he/him pronouns in the written diary part once the Sibling who wrote it was not aware of Mary's gender identity

[SECRETS FROM THE CLERGY]

It is true. There are written records that Mary Goore was at the Abbey for a short period of time, getting involved in the rituals, daily life and even with a Sibling of Sin with whom they had a relationship little more than a casual sensual entanglement.

I was honored to hear this event at first hand, given the chosen location of their night. Although, what I share with you is the manuscript that another Sibling, a very curious and shameless one, left behind.

I won't deny that I appreciate your writing style, Sibling! I thank you for feeding our minds as you fed yours.

As soon as you reached the top of the stairs, Mary pulled you against his body and kissed you as if his vitality depended on it. To be grabbed so suddenly, when seconds ago you were walking up the stairs towards the top floor of the library innocently holding hands, your lips taken and sucked in by Mary's frenzy left you stunned.

The incredibly gentle touch of his fingers running the fabric of your habit as a resquest of consent, before wrapping you in his arms as if he could melt your bodies into one. And if you put all the dots together, it was quite possible that it would happen, your arms holding his neck.

Mary was visiting the abbey for two months, on an invitation made by Sister Imperator herself to which no one, not even Mary, knew the true motivation for. The only thing you knew now was that you decided to resolve the spark between the you both – the curious, lingering glances, the seemingly unnecessary approaches of when you crossed paths in the wide halls, the intriguing exchange of smiles and words that came to exist after you were introduced and you appointed to guide him wherever he wanted to go – in the most expectant way: by visiting the quiet Library's upper floor.

He parted your lips, panting, only to look back to lock the narrow door you came through and receive the complete privacy of the equally narrow hallway that give access to the first-floor book sections and office.

The click was heard, barely giving you time to catch a breath before Mary turned his back on the hall.

"Show me where's the office." he said again close, pulling his body away to give you room to take your first steps.

Immediately your body missed his, so far from yours. Keeping both your hands on either side of his face, you took two steps forward in search of him.

"It is the only door on the left, at the end of the-" you told him, feeling him slip away from you when you were so close to the touch. Mary giggled at your frustrated sigh. "Come here, Mary!"

He played his fingers under your habit. "Come here, Mary!" he repeated in a mocking voice. "The one who's walking deadly slowly in here is you, I'm on my way" And, taking a bite of your neck, he slowed the length of his stride.

It was much easier to get closer then, to feel his body glued to yours. Without any shame, his hands moved down to your ass cheeks, squeezing them under the fabric until you reached the door in an awkward dance of kissing and making out.

Searching for the doorknob relying solely on touch, Mary took advantage of this moment to finally pull your habit up to your thighs and (not so) discreetly play with the underwear's thin fabric of yours.

Your free hand moved to hold his shoulder in a jolt as he just pushed the fabric away, touching you directly. And he let out a sigh of delight near your ear, hugging your waist with the other arm.

"Mary, hold on a second...!"

"I have no problem on fucking in here, love." he mocked. And you were really tempted to do so, feeling him against your thigh.

However, much to his misfortune, you managed to open the door soon after.

The office was lit by the warm lamp resting on the wooden desk, littered with open books and loose leaves. And yet Mary didn't seem to mind it and sat you on the edge of the desk, only to push some of the things menacingly close of falling.

He kissed you again. Voracious, ravenous kisses, full of both lust and desire; his fingers busily working on your pleasure.

" 'M happy I can have a dessert that isn't a fucking everyday's apple pie." he said. You giggled very briefly thinking about Papa Emeritus Zero's obsession with apple pies, waiting expectantly for what he would do next when he pulled away and ran his free hand down from your chest to your belly, never breaking eye contact. But then he just stood there, panting.

Watching his chest rise and fall like that made you feel the same way, your breathing quickening and so did your restlessness.

"Mare, come on..." you whimpered.

"Yeah, of course" he whisper, shaking his head as if he had been out of his mind during a instant.

Mary drew in an expectant breath.

And then, he winked at you; a naughty smile drawing across his face before he snuck under the habit, kissing the inside of your thighs, his hair tickling your sensitive skin just to arouse you a little more.

– Diary sheet of a Sibling of Sin, dated 14th of April 2011.

° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° ° °

Months later, Mary disappeared. It is not known why, how or where. It is only known of the coincidence that they committed to perform a ritual to be part of the Ghost project, which until then had no intentions to place the Profane Emeritus Brothers as frontmen.

He disappeared without a trace.

Little else is known about that time. I believe anything that could have been evidence was burned or otherwise destroyed. However, it is a recent event. I will do my best to find out more about Mary's ending.

Nobody talks about them. He is remembered because a song sung by two voices at night echoes through the stone walls of the Abbey. One of them is from His Eminence Papa Emeritus IV.

I will continue the search. In the meantime, go in sin.

May the Lord Below guide you into the night,

Nuntia

[just-an-enby-lemon]

Uuuh character thingy except I tried to put it into different categories

• I know u know this character

> Edward Nygma

> Carlos(from wtnv) idk his name

> Jonathan Crane

> Dirk Gently

• Blorbos from my show that I hope u don't know nothing about so u come with funny headcannons

> House (House MD)

> Jonathan Sims (TMA)

• Idfk what I'm writing anymore

> Cebolinha (yes from turma da mônica)

:3<

Okay let's go.

> Edward Nygma: He collects strategy boardgames. While it was Doctor Leland and later Oswald that tried to make an Arkham boardgame night he is both the one sugesting the games and (in Oswald's case cause there was not much he could do in Arkham) provinding it. He is also an insuferable player.

> Carlos: He learned embroidery from his granny and was really good at it. He mostly uses this talent to make beutifull paterns in his lab coats sleeves as a way to different his morning lab coat from his night lab coat from his fancy lab coat from his date labcoat from his sleep labcoat from his seductive labcoat (that has changed from seductive labcoat to the labcoat that seduces Cecil in specific) from his serius science labcoat to his just assisting the other guys in the lab today labcoat to his Esteban's PTA meetings labcoat from his secret labcoat and so goes on (he cannonically has a bunch of labcoats for different occasions and I love it for him). He does cute patches for Cecil and Esteban (he also did one for Aubregine, he never did for Khoshekh because like a proper cat he hated cute clothes) more rarely for his friends and since they adopted Steban he is learning to knit to make him a cute baby onesie of the uncomprehensive horrors.

> Jonathan Crane: When Jonathan worked on Gotham University he was a firm supporter of inclusion programs. He would never shame a student that was dedicated but simply didn't had the same tools as the others (be because they came from a school from a poor area with low govermental investiment or because they were neurodivergent or had to work all day and had no time to study or was facing personal problems stopping them from succed like an abusive househood or relationship or bullying or simply systemic discrimination) and would do all he could to help them. On the other hand priviledged students specially bullys always suffered in his classes and a lot of them became his text subjects.

> Dirk Gently: [blorbo it's been sooo long!!!] He is ace. I won't explain he just is. He also is nb and uses all pronouns. Todd knows neither of this things and tbh closested Todd likely doesn't even know what an nb person is until he Dirk and Farrah (and Amanda and Rowdy 3 and Bart and Mona) went to a protest against the rise of transphobic laws in the UK.

Now since the hc ended up being more about Todd I'll also say that Dirk loves sweets and eats the head of people/animal shaped things first so they die and won't be in pain. He also unfortunally eats the cookie first and preffers it from the white part when eating orios. Farrah rarely buys oreos because of that and when they have oreos she and Tood refuse to look at Dirk eating it. Also yeah I'm a firm defender of they lvie together at Todds house after they created their agency. I'm firmly divided between Dirk/Tood and Farrah/Tina or Dirk/Todd/Farrah as my ships for the show (besides Amanda/Rowdy3, best polycule).

• Blorbos

> House: He secretly loves gummy bears but he will never let people know because they might think he is soft and he is not. The only times HD eats gummys in front of the other doctors he slowly eats the members before the head so they will assume he has no feelings and let him be. And yes last time I saw this show was almost ten years ago this was a very blind hc.

> Jonathan Sims: Okay, this is a real blind hc because I want to listen to Magnus Archives (though I'm afraid I'll cry a lot) and won't risk spoilers. So this is a very simple one: he loves Animal Crossing and has the best island (but Nico every island is beutifull and what matters is the love the player has, nope, the best one is Jomathan, it has the horrors). Also my first instinct was to say he made all the other characthers in the Sims but that was a low pun.

• O Rei da "Lua"

> Cebolinha: He scams gringos to practice his infalible plan making talent. This six year old boy might never have succeeded in stealing a bunny plushie from the six year old girl with super strengh but he comited identity fraud and stoled a bunch of money. He is six so he has no idea how to convert or use the money but he has it. (Eu deixe em inglês pq eu acho mais engraçado do ponto de vista de alguém que não conhece o cebolinha).

[queencorvid84]

Pronouns: she/they

Asks and requests are open but it'll probably take awhile so be patient I guess

I won't draw any NSFW...maybe a bit sugestive at most , I also cant draw to much complex shit or any racist or against any religions... idk I'll just delete the request if I don't wanna/won't do it

I also do character shit and rps, idk ask if ya wanna interact with em, Corvid is pretty much a self insert, Cara is a demon werewolf trans lady, wagz is a shapshifting dog bent on destruction and murder, I'll post about em but for the most part I just do shitty art ^^

[scarlettjade420]

Untitled poem

(TW; transphobia, slight suicidal sugestion/ideation, sexual assult/mention of rape)

What's to fear from people being near Why do you fear other peers?

People don’t get get it so i will show it I will explain it

See, I'm not considered normal or good

So i am treated as a monster

Treated as a verbal bag meant to be beaten

Sticks and stones may break my bone but words will still hurt me

But whatever they say surely can't be that bad hurt that much

Sure

It didn't hurt that much

Like that time i was called an ogre

Like that time i had someone tell me i should jump

It didn't hurt that bad that time in middle school when someone came up to me trying to grab at me to feel my pronouns

It wasn't that bad the time someone told me i “kinda sorta wasn't gonna eva be as pretty as a ‘real’ women or ‘real man’”

It wasn't really that bad the time someone told me they hoped i got raped so i would learn my true gender as a woman

So yes there is fear when there are people near

I grow weary because when people who are near know i am queer

I feel like a deer 

One that lays to close for comfort to their predator

Laying wearily praying cautiously

Gambling on the odds of them deciding to pounce and attack

Or just smirk and continue to kick rocks

Yes i feel frigid fear when someone is near because i have too

I have to to survive

To be unscathed i must feel fazed

Yes fear takes over encompassing my whole as i speed away from the group of guys

As i stand teller, fixing my posture to look the part of no dear but a buck

Because everyone knows to pick on the delightful dainty

does and not the mean manly men

Yes i will stash away my joy in a box by the bed 

Stash away bright colors and eye shadow

Stash away heels and skirts

Stash away cute backpacks and shirts

Stash away my ability to care

Because it it so much to bear the burden of a gender not mine

I will stash away things that bring me joy so that i can play the part of a buck

Because i would rather fight a man as a man

Than be tormented by a man as a dainty doe

Yes, there is fear when people draw near because i am always in hunting season

And i never know if their shotguns are loaded in preparation for the season 

Ready to fire rounds of fueled words

Yes, there is fear, when people draw near.

[somerandomwarriorsrewrite]

A little introduction here! ▪︎ Uma pequena introdução aqui!

English 🇺🇲

Hello! My name's Randomic, but you can call me Random, Ran or Dom, i use she/her pronouns, but i don't mind using he/him.

I'm an brazilian artist, my main is @somerandomicthings , where sometimes i post art(mostly digital), and this blog is more to express some ideas that i have if i was to rewrite Warriors, so i just more of a fun project, but i'm open to sugestions.

This is more of a masterpost, that i will be adding stuff later, and also there's a links masterpost, so you can see all the more info stuff organized.

Some things that i want to do is:

- A wishlist of some form, that is not conect to this masterpost;

- Totally removing the Tribe, and reworking the quest of The New Prophecy;

- Changing some names, i just can't with the 4 Robinwings and 2 Tigerstar;

- Making designs, because i love drawing theses silly cats;

- Change stuff around obviously;

- Have fun with this.

Before ending this to do the Português part, here is my inspirations for making a rewrite in the first place, also giving some credit and asking you to check their rewrite.

@fatal-rewrites-warriors (main inspiration, their rewrite is interesting as hell) @notwarriorswiki (her art is so adorable and good, i have to have a better look at her rewrite, because is so interesting) @thistledown-au-warriors (i just started reading the AO3 fanfic, i recommend it), @bonefall (obviously, their rewrite is so cool and massive, Millie's radio collar is my favourite au).

If this have any english grammar errors that i overlooked, tell me so i can fix it.

Português 🇧🇷

Olá! Meu nome é Randomic, mas pode me chamar de Random, Ran ou Dom, eu uso ela/dela, mas não me importo em usar ele/dele.

Eu sou uma artista brasileira, meu principal é @somerandomicthings , onde algumas vezes eu posto arte(geralmente digital), e esse blog é mais para eu expressar algumas ideias que eu tenho, se eu fosse reescrever Gatos guerreiros, então é mais um projeto por diversão, mas estou aberto à sugestões.

Isso é mais um masterpost(que seria o post com diversos links e informações), e eu vou adicionar mais coisas mais tarde.

Algumas coisas que eu quero fazer são:

- Uma lista de desejos(ou mais de coisas que desejo fazer) de alguma forma, que seja separada desse post;

- Remover totalmente a tribo, e retrabalhar na aventura da Nova Profecia;

- Mudar alguns nomes, eu apenas não posso com 4 Asas de Pintarroxo/Asas de Pisco e 2 Estrelas tigradas;

- Fazer designs, porque eu amo desenhar esses gatos temperamentais;

- Ter diversão enquanto faço isso.

Já vou avisar rápidinho, que eu não estou muito familiarizado com os nomes em português, já que é mais fácil achar a série em inglês, desde que ela parou de ser adaptada e traduzida para o Brasil, e que depois do post da Ferncloud, eu parei de traduzir os posts, por demorarem muito tempo e serem desgastantes de se fazerem.

Antes de eu passar para o português, tem um parágrafo falando quais foram as minhas inspirações para essa reescrita.

Se tiver algum erro de português que eu não percebi, só me diz que eu arrumarei.

[reoltherabbit]

Hello, Mf'er

Hello(x3) and Welcome to my blog~ How ya doin'? • My name is Reol, But you can call me Luca, Ravi or wathever the hell you like. • I Am a Transmasc Demiboy, And my pronouns are He/him and They/them. • I've been here for just some weeks/months (i don't know time anymore help), So if i do something wrong or shii you can tell me as it would help. • My main lenguage is portuguese (Brazillian), So english is quite difficult for me sometimes, So if you see me writing something like a idiot, it's because of that. (I Also know a bit of Tagalog and Spanish btw, But still working on those.) • And if you are questioning it; Yes, Im a furry. • ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ • "What do you do in your Blog?" • I Mostly just do random stuff from time to time, So you be up to see alot of bullshittery here. (And if you enjoy it- Well, Thanks, Ig?) "What are your hobbies?"

• I Write, Draw, Program (still learning), Cook and play guitar (still learning more too). "You draw? Cool! Where i can find your art?" • At my second blog, @reolartblogwow. But caution, Because i rarely post there and when i do it's horrible art lol. "Do you have any other social medias?" • Yes. I Have a Twitter account, But i don't use it really much, So there's nothing on there. (Maybe one day i'll share it when i have the courage and energy to do, Who knows?) • ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ • Fandoms i'm at: ✤ Undertale/Deltarune ✤ The Stanley Parable ✤ Portal ✤ Don't Hug Me I'm Scared ✤ Lobotomy Corporation/Library Of Ruina ✤ SCP/Secret Laboratory (SCP:SL) ✤ Cookie Run ✤ Kirby ✤ Everhood ✤ OFF ✤ Pokémon ✤ Cuphead ✤ FNAF • ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ • DNIs: DONT INTERACT WITH MY BLOG IF YOU ARE A MAP, ZOOPHILE, TERF OR PROSHIPPER. • ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ • Tags of the blog (WIP): ✤ #reol speaks: Mostly for when i want to talk random bs in my blog without context. ✤#TW: sugestive: For sugestive content i reblog, Be it with +18 stuff or gore. (just that, for now) ╬═════▩═════╬Warning╬═════▩═════╬ I Do follow some blogs with sugestive content and i maybe post some sugestive content from here and there, So if you dont want to see those, Filter the "TW: sugestive" tag from my blog (still working on it) • ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ • So, That's it- Welcome to my blog, Ig - "I Miss my wife, Tails. I'll be back" - Eggman

[gorefetishizer]

MY ART BLOG -> @angxlmeat ‼️‼️

(theres gore in it)

hi for the love of god hello my name is angel im 21 im a white latino and my pronouns are he/they. Tme. You have seen the url so uh, gore and horror content warning, sugestive/furry softporn/straight up porn too. Weird porn too btw. I'm a freak or whatever. The url is not ironic.

I trigger tag a few things wich are:

#special effects -> gore that looks realistic like from movies and art

#animal death -> exactly that

#irl -> stuff that looks/is real like medical procedures and actual dead animal carcasses

#sh mention/#sa mention/#alcohol mention -> mostly used in my bi monthly public diary entries usualy tagged as #vent too

Transandrophobia thruters get blocked

Christian value loving sane sex obsessed ppl also get out I'm a paraphile

[maxsunflowersworld]

taking advantage of the fact that Tumblr is coming back to life.

Uuuuuh, here are some drawings of my character her pronouns are she/they, but she doesn't have a name yet, so if you want to, you can give me sugestions.

[torytaz]

A guide to mcytblr

An unofficial guide to mcytblr and dsmpblr for the folks from twt and anyone needing help navigating the community. this has been made with the help of the community. and anyone wishing to add a rule drop me a message and i will work on updating it as we go.

it will be formatted in a way where guidelines number and then the person responsible for said guideline, if no @ then it is from me.

Guidelines

Guideline #1: never ever use their real names unless it’s in their usernames, it’s weird as hell, that is unless you are absolutely sure they prefer their real name being used  (@grandslambreakfastking)

Guideline #2: Respect cc(Content creator)’s boundaries and their opinion on stuff like shipping. If you wish to find out  a certain cc boundaries visit @smp-boundaries they collect them and will help you.

Guideline #3: if a cc wishes for a piece of media that they are in to be taken down you do so, we as fans do not wish to upset the cc

Guideline #4: respect pronouns, not only of cc but also of fellow members, the same goes for respecting sexualities, we do not wish to be known for hating on each other

Guideline #5: harassment is never good, not against cc but also not fans unless what is being done is illegal and/or morally wrong

Guideline #6: Respect others ship preferences, as long as they don’t go against what is stated in Guideline #2

Guideline #7: Just for the people in the back DON’T SEXUALISE THE CHILDREN

Sugestions 

Suggestion #1: Support blogs by following, reblogging and liking, as well as commenting, this shows blogs that you enjoy their content.

Suggestion #2: Surf around the different tags and find some that you like

Suggestion #3: if you have written something, drawn something or done any other form of creative media put it out there and show us, we are all in love with the content that is provided and all want more

Suggestion #4: if you feel uncomfortable with a specific tag then remember to check tags before reading and avoid it, we don’t wish anyone to be uncomfortable when on tumblr

that is it for now again anyone with more rules or suggestions please just message or reblog and reply and i will most likely add them

For now stay safe, happy and healthy

From the big sister of the community 

ToryTaz

[whump-in-progress]

there needs to be a whumpcon

name tags with your name, pronouns, and url (if you want)

panels from whump experts; talented whump writers or psychologists/philosophers analyzing the genre

booths selling autographs from famous/popular whump writers like @whumpzone and @newbornwhumperfly, and actors who do a lot of whump like evan peters and aaron tveit

mini film studios, soundproofed & with different sets, where aspiring actors/directors can craft and film a short diy whump scene (it gets edited and sent to you afterwards as a keepsake)

sfx makeup artists and props, for people who are filming and for people who just want some cool effects for the fun of it

cosplays of whump-related characters Allowed and Highly Encouraged

the usual con stuff: food court, merch booths, socialize & make whumper friends, themed decor

bonus (as sugested by the whump discord server):

bull pit (as opposed to the dreaded ball pit). a pit full of cows/yaks to throw gate-chrashers and troublemakers into, for "some real-life whump".

[calico1999]

Im Possibly Making A Camp Cretaceous Fanfic With my Own Original Character

The fanfic will Follow all of Camp Cretaceous Seasons 1-3 and will possibly Continue until the last season

So Introducing my Original Character:

Name: Gustav Taylor

Age: 14

Race: Irish-American

Sex: Non-Binary Boy

Pronouns: He/Him or They/Them ( Im using Steven Universe gem logic here)

Hobbies: Wood carving (Thats it)

About the character:

He has Semi-Long hair mostly covering his eyes and wears a Plad red shirt, ripped jeans, white sneakers, a hoodie tied around his waist, and carries two wood carving knives with him. His family owns a wood carving buisness in Alaska and hand crafts every wooden decoration inside Jurassic World. And he has an eye for friendship for one of the campers. He is into gory stuff thats the reason why he accepted the invitation to Jurassic World Camp Cretaceous he knows the history behind the place.

he is very open in being Non-binary it took him years to were he is today. He has a calm personality and loyal when you gain his trust he is very dependable. He backs away from a fight he sees that is not worth it he will stand into the corner and allow it to happen unless it gets to far out of hand he is Independent but rellies on others when he has to. he makes wood carvings of owls he thinks its good luck.

Fun fact:

He is an inch shorter than Ben

His Birthday is on January 31 2001

He lives in Alaska.

His dad is Irish while his mom is American

his dad is supportive (good for him)

He has 2 brothers and 1 sister.

He paints his Nails black

So there is My Original Character So about the fanfic I would need help in Writing it so you can put in sugestions if you want. this would be my first fanfic so pls be patient with me The fanfic will be posted on either A03 or Wattpad ( Wattpad since I just sent an Invitation request for an A03 acount but I will transfer all the chapters once I get a notice.)

inspiration:

I just thought of this while rewatching Camp Cretaceous imagining if there was a non-binary character

ill probably post the fanfic some time around October 25 or 30 because I have exams coming up.

Edit: I did a little revamp for Gustav's character made it he doesn't get a hatchet until later on in the story and made his backstory a little less tragic. (his mom is alive)