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[angliclamb]

omg me and eddie got sloppy cheek kiss guys....

[ohbother2]

TEASER - Alastor x f!reader, Forced Proximity

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The silence was deafening, and the crackle of the static that hummed just loud enough for you to perceive was evermore suffocating. Your body was rigid, the hair of your back and arms standing on end as the air thrummed with something sinister - something you had grown accustomed to, but not something that you had ever had to endure for such a long period of time, nor this close. You couldn't breath, you couldn't think - actually, you could think, and it was your own damned thoughts that had you panicking in the first place, hoping beyond hope that the overlord in front of you couldn't suddenly read your mind.

"I wasn't aware you were claustrophobic, my dear." Alastor's voice sliced the air like a scalding iron through flesh, and you wince at the suddenness of the pitch. The air rumbles with every word, and you feel as though you've been caught red-handed when your eyes connect with his own through the darkness. A pair of haunting ruby eyes staring down at you, bright and sinister, hovering in the darkness. They mocked you; he was playing with his food.

"I'm not." You bite out, glowering up at him and pressing yourself back into the closed door, willing the wood to suddenly became hollow and swallow you whole.

"Oh?" He practically hums, voice pitching, smug. Radio chatter wafts in the darkness, a distorted laugh-track mixed with something else, too warped for you to understand. It was nothing good. Panic spiked up your spine. "You don't sound as though you're handling this too well, is something else the matter?"

"Nothing is wrong."

"Well, my darling, you sound absolutely terrified. I can practically hear your heartbeat."

He was either lying to you, or his fucking dear ears were much better than you believed. You hoped it was the former, you knew it was the latter. "It's just so hot and stuffy." You attempt to lie, eyes never leaving his own. "Don't worry," You mock, far too confident for your own good. Something in the static churns. "I'm not scared."

He hums above you, deep and grating, and something sinister crackles along the note as you suck in another breath, far quieter than the ones before. The tune pitches and warbles, and you wince at the assault on your ears, pressing back into the door behind you, and you become incredibly aware of the static crackling along your skin. He hadn't even needed to verbalise the threat, but his presence in the air and his glowing ruby eyes narrowing down at you sent the message: 'You should be.'

[6cada]

i come to drop off the same content and leave <3

[circus-critter]

Listened to Kieran's cut dialogue and fell in love all over again

[redjeliton]

Baldurs gate is going great with my Tav

[clericalsidhe]

— “𝘕𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳. 𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵, 𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶.”

[shaydh]

I may be stupid \o/

[kairiscorner]

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since you silly little pooks are down bad little gremlins,

make sure to look him in the eye when he's talking to you.

summary: you made a grave mistake, directly disobeying orders from the big man himself, miguel o'hara, and endangering him and the rest of your team on a mission. thank goodness it was just his suit that suffered the damage, but you and him have a lot to talk about. alone. you know, if you wanted to be a little brat... you should just tell him straight up, but you can't even look at him right now. it's very disrespectful not to look at someone in the eye when they're talking to you, y'know?

word count: 2,541

warnings: slight degredation (nothing too bad, just a lot of reminding you about what you did was stupid), mentions of scars and wounds, slight cursing, and bad spanish translation (please correct me if i'm wrong!)

"tú… vas a ser mi muerte." he said in a low voice, a complete octave lower than the voice he used to scream orders at you to fall back, not to head straight first for the villain; but of course, spiders your type were never one to listen.

an annoying little maggot, that was miguel's assessment of you since the very minute you set foot in this facility. every mission that ever went south was due to you and your hubris, your incompetence, your need to flaunt your bravado in combat. you were lucky he put off kicking you out and cutting off all your connection to everyone at HQ, because you were a hair's length away from overstepping the very boundary of staying in this elite force of spider people to finding yourself disgraced from them.

you always gloated your strength, how many villains you took down in your universe, and were loud and rowdy. trying to break into your place in the spider society, you felt, was one of the easiest things to do. just make friends, punch the bad guys, and then the rest comes easy. but the reality of it was far from what you imagined, it was... seriously not what you imagined.

"i couldn't understand a single thought that entered that head of yours as we were fighting." miguel scolded you in a strained voice as he was being patched up by his machinery. the side of his face was bloodied, it would leave scars, but none that noticeable. his knitted eyebrows and piercing brown turning red eyes were fixated upon you and your hunched over, insecure, shrinking figure as you felt him diminish every ounce of your self-confidence bit by bit.

he sighed in exhaustion as he flinched at the treatment of his machineries, shaking his head slowly as he massaged his temples slowly, wishing that the frustration you gave him from your pathetic stunt would just disappear. but the pain never eased, instead, it merely intensified; he grunted as the machineries patched him up, the nanofibers of his suit dissipated as you watched splotches of his bronze, tanned skin emerge from the once dark blue and red patches of his suit.

you couldn't help but watch as the suit glitched slightly as it went away, disappearing into nothingness as his flesh wounds were being patched up. "tan jodidamente estúpida. so... so fucking stupid." he muttered out as he released a string of grunts from his soft, caramel lips as lyla adjusted the settings of the machinery as they patched him up.

"do you not value your own life?" he asked out with a low voice, as if he didn't care what answer escaped the confines of your lips, whatever words formed out of your mouth, as long as you spoke, he'd find something, anything, to retort to your argument--to prove you did a stupid, stupid thing. and that you were so stupid for not listening to him.

you opened your mouth slightly ajar to speak, to utter even a single word; to release a single sound from your vocal cords... but nothing. your throat as dry as an abandoned well, as dry as a vast, sandy desert, as an unirrigated field that once bore fresh crops.

you had nothing when he peered at you from above like this, glowering over you and penetrating your once keen and eager to fool around facade, whittling you down to nothingness.

"what? not gonna say anything?" he asked, his voice a little louder and more composed now as the healing process began and mended at the worn and torn muscles on his beautifully sculpted figure. he slowly stood up, his legs quaking slightly as he tried to carry himself up. he lost his balance for a few seconds and clung on to his desk to support himself. his breathing was labored, his nostrils were flared; he was pained and furious.

you felt a shiver crawl up your spine as he turned to face you, a good portion of the mesh fabric on the left side of his body was completely dissipated, the cuts inflicted on the suit turned white and glitched out, spasming, distorting the image on his body. miguel noticed you were staring and tried to hide the limping of his leg as he strut over to you, his left leg being pushed off the ground faster than his right.

you felt a wave of shame engulf you, reminding you that this very man almost sacrificed himself to save you while you seemed like a very cute spider to skin for the villain you faced off not long ago, who you provoked and brought your team to their attention, endangering all of you. he fought them off as best as he could, but he was continually on the receiving end of the blows and punches the villain reserved for the rogue little spider that weaved a web too obvious for its prey to fly into.

you didn't listen to miguel when he told you to--

"i told you to stay put," he admonished you in an irrefutably strained voice that he tried his hardest to mask with anger, or irritation. he didn't like to be looked upon as weak, as pitiful, and he sure as hell wasn't going to show that side of him to you of all people. never, in a million years, ever.

he grabbed your cheeks as he noticed your downcasted gaze and angled your face up to gaze into his now red eyes. "weren't you ever taught to look people in the eye when they're talking to you?" he questioned you for your seemingly rude demeanor as he tightened his grip on your cheeks, insinuating that he was quite irked with how, not only did you risk his and everyone else's lives on your team, but you dare disrespect him in his own office while he was already limping--suffering the repercussions of your own hasty decisions.

miguel breathed in deeply, his chest expanding as he took in that deep breath. he shut his eyes to collect himself so as not to let his frustration explode all over you right then and there. he was ready to burst at you, burst at you and let you feel everything he's been holding in from you for the longest time. it drives him mad knowing he's let you provoke him all you want, all the time. he wants to get his control over brats like you back, and if it has to be through this way... so be it.

he squeezed your cheeks, his grip tightening with every breath you took, moving your eyes so as not to look at him, so as not to be so frightened of him. "you're a damn brat, you know that?" he whispered as he moved his face closer to yours, his suit dissipating bit by bit the closer to you he got. he didn't seem like he had any intention of moving back, he was just keen on looking at you right in the eye and forcing you to look back at him, to acknowledge him and respect him for once.

"i-i know," you stutter out, swallowing the lump in your throat. your breath hitched in your throat as you felt the pad of his thumb brush over your cheek and let out a ragged breath, which felt hot on your face. "go on." miguel commanded you as he let go, pulling away from you.

you hesitated for a moment as miguel stepped back, his wide back now facing yours. a small triangular view of his bronze hued skin, and you noticed... he had an assortment of freckles dotting his back, down to the back of his forearm.

he looked absolutely breathtaking, even clad in the mesh fabric suit, even with the mask sheathing his angular face from the world; he was a sight to behold. you hated yourself so much for admiring him when all he can think of was the stupid stunt you pulled trying to show off.

miguel's head turned around yet again to catch you peeking at the flesh showing from the tears on the suit. he scowled. "i told you to keep talking, not to keep gawking." he reprimanded you as he turned his head back around and shook his head, muttering yet another curse word in spanish.

you cleared your throat, trying to collect your thoughts. "i know, i'm... a brat, and i'm sorry i endangered you all." you spoke in two breaths, hoping to get the heart of your thoughts across, trying to hold back from him the fear you had of him at that very moment. honestly, you were always scared of miguel, always afraid that if you pushed him off the edge... it wouldn't be him who'd fall. he'd hold on to your mistake and pull you down in his place.

that was your biggest fear; the fear of him hurting you, forgetting you, abandoning you and starting from scratch with a new recruit, a better recruit. one who didn't talk smack all the time behind his back, one who followed protocols and didn't steal equipment for joyrides to other earths, one who didn't travel to other earths to screw around--one who followed orders and didn't do things their own way, which would jeopardize not only themselves, but the rest of the elite members of the multiverse's sole defenders.

someone who would listen to him and look at him in the eye when he spoke.

"be honest," he began as lyla fixed up the glitchy parts of his suit as he pinched the bridge of his nose with shut eyes and a hung head, his eyebrows furrowing in the middle as he tried to keep himself composed, "do you think you know what you're doing here?" he asked in a deep, contemplative voice as the suit glitched out even more, despite the ai's best efforts to fix it, the glitching worsened.

"oh, genial." miguel uttered as he sighed again. the villain must've been a real wise guy to know how to mess with such hard to break nanotechnology and mesh fabric that not even miguel himself could pierce or cut through. "ok, uh, not to interrupt your sermon, but you need to take it off. completely." lyla said as she ran a diagnostics protocol on the suit to check what was salvageable on it.

miguel stared at the ai incredulously. "no, keep it on, it's fine." he muttered as he turned to face you, his right pectoral muscle showing just the slightest bit. his suit phasing in and out of functionality as he placed his hands on his waist, staring at you as you abruptly looked away. he raised an eyebrow and eyed you up and down. "why so shy now? you were running your big mouth earlier in combat, why stop now?"

you tried to speak again, but all that came out were unintelligible mumble with the words, "seeing you like this" being repeated over and over and over again. miguel sighed and sauntered over to you and grabbed your cheeks again, this time, more roughly.

"i've had it up to here with your shitty attitude towards me." he said as his eyes narrowed at you, his eyebrows nearly forming into one angry, furry unibrow as he tried to maintain eye contact with you. your eyes wandered down past his neck, to his now semi-exposed collarbone, all the way to his rib area; his right rib's flesh being exposed now as the suit dissipated after continually glitching.

"why are you so insistent upon staring at the absolute wreck my suit is now because of your actions?" he huffed as he angled your face up to look at him, leaning closer and closer towards you as you were now inches away from his face. he snarled for a split second, and you watched as his fangs were bared for that small moment.

"you... need to be taught proper manners." he scolded you as his nose brushed over yours, causing you to shudder; the hairs on the back of your neck stood up as miguel fixated his now glowing, scarlet eyes upon your own. "listen to me, very. carefully." he said as his claws slowly dug into the flesh of your cheeks, grazing you slightly as he brushed the pads of his fingers upon your cheeks and chin.

"you better remember to... look at me when i'm talking to you, understand?" he emphasized as he spoke in a low, low voice, the rest of his suit vanishing as the glitching worsened, his left pectoral muscle now revealing itself, down to his abdominal area, where you noticed his sculptured muscles and scars from the fights. the newly emerged wounds from the battle you botched remained on his skin's surface, noticeable still due to having been fresh a few minutes ago.

he scoffed as he noticed your breathing became labored. he let you go when you mewled at his claws digging deeper into the fat of your cheeks. "i'm... sorry." you uttered as you finally looked up at him. he clicked his tongue as he let you go. "you're lucky i'm too weak to do anything to you right now." he said in a calmer manner as you rubbed over where he grazed upon you.

he turned his head to look at you from over his shoulder and his expression softened the tiniest bit when he watched tears well up in your eyes.

"...i'm sorry, too." he murmured as he finally took off the suit and sat back in his chair, in dark navy shorts.

your eyes wandered down to his toned, tanned calves and thighs, how every bit of him seemed so detailed and sculpted; as if he was exerting force and effort upon every muscle in everything he did. "you have a tendency to run your mouth off and not look before you leap when you're feeling hella cocky, but when you're cornered... you shut up immediately and start staring like a hawk." he pointed out, rather sarcastically.

he stretched his leg a little, wincing at the pain. his grunts were guttural as you noticed the slight limp in how the leg was resting. you got up and looked at his poor leg. "what, staring at me at a distance half-naked isn't enough for you?" he asked, deadpanned.

"i could, um... try easing the pain for you." you offered as you meekly pointed to his leg. he threw his head back and sighed deeply, his chest rising and falling as he did. he looked at you lazily and raised an eyebrow. "is that to make up for all the headaches and migraines you give me?" he asked.

you nodded profusely and he planted his face in his palm, chuckling a little to himself. he looked up at you, gradually, and a small smirk curved upon his lips. he shrugged. "alright, work your magic." he said as he leaned back. "if you fuck me over again, i will kick you out, though." he warned, to which you grinned at.

maybe... you'd keep being a little brat to him, if it meant you could see him this way, and... touch him this way.

a/n: ok so if we do hit 400 likes, i'll make a part 2 + whimpering miggy :>

tags !! @miguelswifey04 @fictarian @pixqlsin @thecoolerdor

[jojo-schmo]

More Schmojo!! And I decided to name her dark matter friend living in her bubble rod, “Beauregard.” >:3

Plus some doodles I thought of during work, and a lighthearted poke at myself lol.

[mossy-bush]

people were really talking up how FuCkEd Up Saltburn was…. how it scarred them for life it was so freaky and gross……….

if they saw some of the things my mutuals post they would hurl

[nauti-ca]

commission me for ponies!!!! i will draw any oc, any character, i will even make a ponysona for u…. anything ur heart desires

dm me for information or if you want one! prices will go up in the future so get em while they’re hot!

[kokomini9]

affectionately grips him 💢💖

[mymp3]

[ival-eon]

dungeon sketchie

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[mistywhiskerz]

Ragnvaldr

[tozettastone]

I think it would be fun to make a modern akatsuki AU in which Deidara's post-defection career is just cage fighting. Like he leaves Rock, goes out into the wide world, and is faced with the problem all early career freelancers face ("connect service with paying customer??") and lands in an underground cage fighting situation because if he had to, like, work at a 7-Eleven, he'd kill someone. It's fine. He's A NINJA. He can cage fight.

I can't think of a place where his specific combat skills would be LESS useful than in an enclosed space and surrounded by spectators he's not meant to injure.

He'd be so mad all the time. And that's how I feel about my job! And it's probably how you feel about your job! Who doesn't know that specific professional "were it not for the rules by which I get paid, I would slay you where you stand" feeling?

You would also get the amusing payoff from this where he'd pick up his first contract job through his cage fighting professional network (hey, it's like LinkedIn for hired thugs) and he'd be like: 'Finally. An opportunity to do what I do best. Art.'

And then whoever hired him would get to realise in extravagant textual detail that they had done the hired goon equivalent of bringing a flamethrower to kill ants.