#they LOVE scaring the shit out of the asshole summoners

[obsessedwithstarwars]

Danny makes jokes out of anyone finding out ghosts are real.

But only when it’s done through “accidental summonings”. In all fairness, if he hadn’t become a ghost at 14, he probably would have fuc-messed around with a ouija board too. So he can’t really blame them when the poor unfortunate souls happen to guess the correct phrase.

(And before you ask, it’s the ghostbusters theme song because of course it is.)

Instead of giving his victims summoners a heart attack, he decides to go for a more… Matrix approach. Incorporate a little humor into an otherwise terrifying experience.

Rather than a red pill and a blue pill though, he gives out a bright green glowing pill and piece of candy. He definitely gets annoyed more people don’t go for the candy. Just because it’s clearly the wrong answer doesn’t mean you should miss the opportunity for a delicious snack!

[bagofshinyrocks]

Government name vs Military callsign

Prompt: What scares them worse? Addressing them by their full government name, or addressing them by their military callsign?

Featuring: Task Force 141 (CoD: MW2) - John Price, Simon "Ghost" Riley, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish (separately) x GN!Reader

Word Count: 0.9k

Warnings: none

John Price

Government name.

Calling him Captain or Skipper just ends with him sauntering to where ever you are and ask (in an obnoxiously self-satisfied voice) what you wanted. Like a cat pretending it can’t hear the urgency in your tone when you say to get off the counter.

“If you want me to ‘shake a leg’, call my name, luvie.”

Now if you holler “Jonathan Price”, he’ll drop something. Either the newspaper in his hands, or his heart into his stomach. He sure as hell moves his ass with a purpose, and he’s peering into the room with an apology on his lips.

“Yes, luv? What’s wrong, poppet?”

“Lift the other end of the couch, would you?”

He does, and you shimmy it further back in the room. “Anything else I can do, love o’ my life?” He’s hovering, and gently coaxing you into his arms. Gauging how mad you were at him. You curled into him and kissed his chin. Then stepped away with a pat to his chest.

“No, sweetheart, just wanted you to shake a leg is all.”

When he remembers your previous conversation, he groans and tells you to fuck off.

Simon Riley

Military callsign.

When you two are alone, and he’s already given you permission to call him Simon, don’t call him Ghost. When you say that word, he assumes one of his mates are at the door or on the phone, and goes from Simon to Ghost. Stalks into the room with narrowed eyes, only to find you in the kitchen. By yourself.

“Ghost, you want a sandwich too? Turkey and cheese.”

“Fuck you callin’ me that for?” 

Once he sees you’re alone, he swoops in and wraps around you like a hoodie. A firm kiss to your ear, then your cheek, then spun you around. Back pressed to the counter top. Settles his face right close to yours.

“We playin’ games now?” You didn’t want to upset him, so you pressed a kiss to his nose. His grumpy look faded a bit.

“Sorry, baby.” Arms wrapped carefully around his shoulders. And your fingers scratch his scalp. Another kiss to his nose. “I’m sorry for playing games with you. Simon Riley.”

Hearing his name on your lips finally cracked, and he gave you a smile. A little scar on the upper lip. You gave it a kiss, and then pressed a kiss to his lips. 

A quick surge forward, and you only just had time to shove aside the things behind you before you found yourself on the countertop.

Kyle Garrick

Government name.

He doesn’t mind being called Gaz, and you’ll use Kyle and Gaz interchangeably. Doesn’t even mind if you use “Kyle” or “honey” in front of his squadmates. Though “Kylie” he does have some displeasure with.

“I’ll have you know, Soap is still calling me Kylie, you asshole.”

Call him ‘Garrick’, and he knows that you are pretending to be mad at him. He slinks over and rubs his face against your cheek. He’s too cute for you to stay mad.

If you shout “Kyle Garrick”, he comes running. He could have sworn that he put his clothes in the hamper. And did the dishes. And taken out the recycling. Damn, what was it that he forgot?

“Kyle Ga-”

“Yes, dear!” Shit, he didn’t mean to ‘yes, dear’ you. “Yes, my dear, I’m right here.”

You pause your laundry folding and summon him with a crook of your finger. Once he’s close enough, you tap your lip with the same finger. “I need a kiss.”

He blinked once. Then twice. “God damn you.” He squishes your face in his hands and gave you a quick, firm kiss. “Don’t stress me out like that. Thought you were mad.”

“Give me another kiss, or I will be.”

He rapid fire kissed your mouth, chin, and cheeks, then gave you a smack on the ass before returning to the living room. 

“In my own fucking home,” he muttered.

John MacTavish

Military callsign.

He’s got some thick skin. And he’s had his name shouted angrily many a time. He would all but skip into the room with a big smile on his face. The only people who shouted that name (and wore out the scare-factor on it) were his family members. Shouting “John MacTavish” meant you loved him. You were also mad at him, but you loved him. That was more important. Even with your scowl and the gross pile of garbage he kept forgetting to take out. You loved him.

Now shouting his callsign reminded him of his superior officers.

“SOAP!”

Shit shit shit. He put down his beer and ran from the garage to the backyard. Leg brace over his sweats, low cut muscle shirt that you also wolf-whistle at when he wears. You were only weeding the garden boxes.

“JOHNNY!”

“I’m here, bonnie,” he hollered, rounding the corner. You were sitting in the dirt, a tidy pile of weeds and dead plant bits next to you.

“C’mere, c’mere.”

He leaned down next to you, hand on your shoulder and good knee on the ground. “Wassit?”

You pointed to the leaf in your hand. “A caterpillar, Johnny. An itsy-bitsy caterpillar.”

He sighed heavily and kissed your shoulder. “Bonnie, I thought something was wrong.”

“Hm?” You spared him a glance. “What are you talking about, bubba?”

“You called me Soap.”

“Did I? Didn’t mean to spook you, loverboy.” You gave him an apologetic kiss on the lips. “Just wanted you to see the caterpillar before he wiggled off.”

Posted: 2023 Dec 10

[doggone-devil]

How (Not) to Summon a Demon: Chapter 7

SURPRISE!!!!!! It's another chapter! What? So soon! You betcha! The last chapter had me in a chokehold and I just couldn't. Stop. Writing. So here's chapter seven, lengthy af. Like... it's longer than all the others. I'm so sorry, but it's necessary, I promise! Pairing: Alastor x fem!Reader Warnings: mentions of blood, death, violence, Alastor being Alastor Word Count: 3,477 … what have I done XD (Link to the Ao3 posting just in case you wanna read it there and not here!)

“Maybe it’s about a subscription,” Veronica says as you pace back and forth in your room. “You know, letting you know a free trial is up?” You shake your head. You knew what the text was as soon as you saw it. It had woken you up from such a wonderful dream, your mind reeling when those seven letters glared at you. You had laid there, waiting for hours, until you heard Veronica leave her room in the morning before dragging her into yours.

“It’s him, I know it,” you seethe, trying to stay calm. You’re unsure how he even got your number, but if he had that much, then he knew everything. Where you lived, where you worked, who you were in contact with. Veronica. You glance towards her, guilt rising in your chest. She was only aware of the basics of your past fuck up, barely scratching the surface of the shit pile that laid beneath. He could hurt her, no. He would hurt her. Just to get to you.

“Ok, so your crazy ex has your number, no big deal! Just block him.” Veronica grabs your phone, tapping the number of the message. It disappears. “See? Gone.”

“It’s not that simple,” you say, sitting on your bed, placing your head in your hands. “He’s a creep, a level ten stalker. He’ll stop at nothing to find me. Again.” You flinch as you remember everything. He had been such a smooth talker, charming his way into your heart with empty promises. It was a high school love, a dream come true. The unpopular girl getting the prom king type story. After graduation, when the two of you moved north,  that dream turned sour. His true colors slowly showed themselves as he took his anger out on you, the marks on your lower back and upper thighs evidence to that. You managed to run away, to leave him but not for long. Within a few months, he had found you and the treatment was worse. You thought you were going to die, at the hands of that merciless pig.

How you managed to escape the second time, you were unsure. Call it the will of the Divine, but you did escape. You had returned home, scared and always looking over your shoulder. It took Veronica nearly a year just to get you to go anywhere. She thought it was just cause your ex was an asshole. She didn’t know how his hands had been wrapped around your throat, how he sneered at your face turning blue, or how he laughed when you coughed in attempt to regain your breath. He was a monster and now he had found you.

“Girlie, ain’t nothing going to happen,” Veronica says, bringing you back to the present. You don’t mean to flinch when she reaches for you and she pulls away. You apologize but she shakes her head. “Not in this house. There ain’t nothing to say sorry for, ok? You got me here, and even Alastor! He sure as hell will protect ya!”

“Yeah, ok.”

“Oh come on, don’t tell me you don’t see how he looks at you?” You gawk at her, eyes wide. “Figured you didn’t. You’re blind as a bat, you know that?”

“What are you talking about?” you ask in disbelief.

“Girlie, that man has looked at you with hearts in his eyes since he showed up. He is hooked.”

You bark out a laugh, bewildered by her statement. “Veronica, I’ve only known him for, what, two days? Three? We barely know each other!”

“Time has nothing to do with love, honey. It can show up and bite you on the butt whenever it wants to.”

“No,” you deny, shaking your head. “It’s impossible.” Not to mention, he’s a demon. You’re pretty sure love is an emotion demons can’t feel, whether they were human before or not. Right? You stand and walk to the foot of your bed, crossing your arms.

“Any why is it impossible, hm?” Veronica follows, stepping in front of you with her hands on her hips. “For the past five years, I’ve been trying to get you set up with someone. I’ve been patient cause I figure it’s hard getting over shitty exes, but girlie, I’m tired of seeing you feel bad for yourself.” You look away from her gaze, guilt rising in your throat. “It’s about time you let someone love you.”

“I can’t.” Your arms drop to your side. “I’m not…”

“What? Worthy?” Veronica looks at you angrily. “You’re worth far more than you think. I see it.” She tilts your chin up, forcing you to look at her. “And he does, too. Give him a chance.”

“Veronica,” you sigh. “He doesn’t like me.” He can’t, you think. He’s only here because you summoned him.

“Alright, that’s it!” You startle when Veronica claps her hands. She walks to your closet and starts yanking out clothes, throwing them right and left.

“What are you doing?”

“Picking an outfit for you,” she answers, spending a second to look at a pink shirt before tossing it, too.

“Why?”

“We’re going out, that’s why!” She stops finally on one of your nicer, pastel blue shirts. It’s cropped with a white daisy printed on the back. She pairs it with some blue jeans shorts and shoves them into your arms. “Put this on. I’m going to go tell Alastor.”

“Wait, what if he’s asleep?” you ask, trying to stop her without dropping your clothes.

“It’s nearly noon, girlie, I’m sure he’s awake. Now hurry up!” She’s out the door before you can protest, leaving you to stand alone the middle of your room. You sigh and drop the clothes onto your bed, knowing there wasn’t any way you were getting out of this.

 —

Alastor quirks a brow when it’s the black haired woman at his door and not you, taking a second to applaud himself for answering with his human disguise. “May I help you?” he asks, making sure not to sound annoyed.

“Wear something comfortable, we’re going out.”

“Beg your pardon?” Alastor’s grip on his door tightens. Veronica looks at him with a smile.

“Not like that, ya goof,” she explains. “Me, you, and girlie are going out for today. She needs it.” Veronica leaves him after, heading to her own room to no doubt get dressed. Alastor glances towards your bedroom, relaxing slightly. An outing did sound nice. He only got to see New Orleans at night when you had taken him to that strange sandwich place with the green interior. The fact that you thought the food there was worthy of multiple visits astounds him. You obviously didn’t know what good food was and he had been tempted since to show you. Perhaps, after the outing, he’d offer to cook tonight’s supper. Yes, that’s what he’ll do.

With a snap of his fingers, Alastor fixed his clothing. It was an outfit he adored when he was alive; a white button up, dark brown pants with suspenders attached, and black dress shoes.  Satisfied, he walks out to the living room, finding it empty. Not wanting to wrinkle his clothes, he stayed standing by the coffee table, idling himself with nails.

Your door opened first as you step out and Alastor can’t tear his eyes off you. It’s a simple outfit, nothing extraordinary about it, but on you, Alastor is captivated. The blue of your shirt makes your skin glow like the sunrise, beckoning him to come bask in its warmth. He has to still himself to keep from moving toward you as you sit on the couch.

“Sorry about this,” you say, your voice meek and shy. Your cheeks are red and you keep looking at his body. Alastor feels his smile widen, eyes lidded. How deliciously adorable.

Before he can respond to you, Veronica comes out of her room, very loudly to Alastor’s distaste. She’s wearing a more revealing outfit than you, her breasts pushed together and up. Men will no doubt be staring once she’s outside, but Alastor’s attention is already back on you, barely giving her a thought.

“Damn, Al, you don’t dress to disappoint, do ya?” Veronica comments, the nickname sounding revolting from her lips.

“Yes, well, one should always strive to look their best, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Fair,” she shrugs. Alastor’s lip twitches. “Let’s get going. I’m ready to have some fun.”

“Where are we even going?” you ask, standing up. Alastor once again has to still himself, the urge to stand next to you pulling at his core.

Veronica garbs her wallet and tosses you your keys. You’re caught off guard and attempt to catch them, but they slip past your fingers. Alastor reaches out swiftly and grabs them. “Here you go,” he says, watching you take them, the blush from before returning. He chuckles and watches it deepen as you dip away from him, following after Veronica. He straightens up and trails after you, holding the front door open for you to pass through. Veronica is already waiting outside in the hall.

“I figured we could go to Bourbon Street. I haven’t been in a while and it’s got lots of things for us to do there.” Alastor’s eyes widen. He remembers Bourbon Street, the nightlife of New Orleans back in his day, littered with speakeasies and jazz clubs. It wasn’t exactly what he imagined when invited to ‘hang out’. Waiting for Veronica to get a few steps ahead, he lowers himself to reach your ear.

“Is this the same Bourbon Street in the French Quarter?” he whispers, nearly laughing when you jump at his voice. Your face has been a constant red this entire time and he finds the color becoming his favorite all over again.

“Yeah, you know it?” she asks, her voice low to keep Veronica from hearing. He glances at the black haired girl before answering.

“Darling, I was the highlight of it,” he teases. “Though I doubt it’s still the same scandalous street I once knew it to be.”

“What do you mean by scandalous?” she asks but Alastor straightens back up just as he sees Veronica turn toward them. She’s standing by your car now, waiting. Alastor is quick to walk around to the driver’s side and hold open the door as you step in. You thank him, hiding from his gaze as he shuts the door. Veronica waits by hers for him to do the same, but Alastor simply hops into the back. He chuckles low when Veronica huffs with a frown and gets in, fascinating her seatbelt.

The drive to the French Quarter isn’t long and Alastor feels nostalgic watching the newer parts of New Orleans bleed into the city he once called home. It both shocked him and made him proud to see some parts of her never changing despite how big she’d gotten. Since his death, it seemed New Orleans doubled in size, gaining attraction for its historical beauty. It kind of irked him knowing his era was only a fad, a quick interest to younger folks nowadays. They knew more of it than he did, getting to see the evolution through time.

Ignoring the annoyance, he chose to look at you as you drove. Your attention was hard focused on the road, your eyes checking the mirrors and streets every so often. When you caught him looking in the rear view mirror, your eyes would widen slightly and blush. Alastor was becoming addicted to that look on you. He wanted to see more. Too bad it wasn’t just the two of you right now, he thought to himself. He looks away from you. Too bad? Was he disappointed he wasn’t alone with you? Veronica had said this was for your sake, a chance to get you out of the house. He understand that, knowing how important it was to change scenery when things were becoming stale, but why did he want to be alone with you?

This was becoming absurd. Ever since you summoned him up him, things have been different and new. You were suppose to have made your wish by now. Most humans he’d heard of usually did. The demons he heard talk about being summoned would boast about how easy it had been to get the human to wish, especially when told they could be granted anything. Humans were easily entertained and were greedy, wanting nothing but money, fame, or sex. Yet you were different. You wanted nothing, it seemed, even going as far as to asking if you could use your wish for another. Such a selfless act, it had Alastor baffled. He assumed it was then that you caught his attention, wiggling your way into his thoughts. Yes, all you were to him was a fascination, a curious mortal he wanted to know more about. That’s all. 

“Woo, we’re here!” Veronica shouts, breaking his train of thought. Alastor looks up to see her climbing out the car, you as well and so he follows. Looking around, he’s once again surprised at just how much hasn’t changed. His smile grows.

“What do you think?” you ask him.

“It’s like I’ve never left,” Alastor answers, smiling down at you. You don’t seem to notice but your small hands grab his arm, interlocking as you wait by his side. His chest swells and he feels heat itching his nose. “Shall we, my dear?” You giggle, a heavenly sound to his ears, and nod your head. He begins to walk, following Veronica who is already heading down the street into a bustling crowd. It’s definitely more crowded than he remembers.

“I bet these shops weren’t here,” you say. Alastor agrees, looking at all the colorful signs lining the buildings you pass.

“The buildings were, but - oh!” Alastor points to a small shop with an antique sign. “That one is still the same.” You look to where he’s pointing and laugh.

“A dentist? Really?”

“Well, the dentist himself may be long since parted, but the shop itself was around, yes,” he tells you.

“This is so weird,” you comment and Alastor tilts his head.

“How so?”

“I mean, I’ve lived here my whole life practically. I’ve seen these streets hundreds of times, but, walking with you, it’s like seeing them again for the first time.” Your eyes light up as you talk, leaning into him slightly. “You have access to a history I would’ve never been able to know had I not met you. It’s nice, being with you.” Alastor feels something in his stomach stir, something moving around. It’s a strange feeling and he doesn’t like it. Perhaps he’s just hungry.

“I’m glad you think so,” he says. He looks around for your roommate, the other woman long since disappeared. He wants to find something to eat, but doesn’t want to be rude. Then again, if she was doing her own thing, that meant it was just you and him. How nice that sounded, you and him. “Are you hungry, my dear?” You look relieved that he asked.

“Starving. I haven’t ate breakfast yet,” you admit. Alastor hums, searching for a decent spot to pick. There are plenty of restaurants to choose from, some small while others seem to take up a whole block. Some have awfully bright colors and he decides to stay away, not wanting to eat at a place with a giant, yellow M fixated above its doors.

“How about that one?” you ask. You’re pointing at a bistro tucked away in the middle of two larger businesses. There’s barely a soul inside. It’s perfect.

Alastor happily leads you to it, opening the door for you like the gentleman he was raised to be. He finds it unpleasant that you’ve had to deal with men incapable of even this much, wondering just how many have attempted to court you and failed. It would be such a pleasant sight to watch them perish at his hand, watching as they realize with fearful eyes that they never stood a chance with you. He bites his inner cheek to keep his smile from growing sinister, feeling bloodlust crawling through.

“Welcome to The Little Easy! Table for two?" a middle aged woman asks, approaching the two of you with menus. You nod and together, the waitress leads you to an open table. Alastor pulls out your chair, waiting for you to sit before he does. The woman chuckles. "I haven't seen manners like that since my husband was alive!"

"Your husband sounds like a gentleman, then," Alastor comments.

"Oh, he was. A dying breed today, I'm afraid." Again, that statement angers Alastor. Has the world of men truly fell so far after his passing? "What can I get you folks started with?"

"Um," you look at the menu provided, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth. He wants to bite it. Wait, what? Alastor quickly looks down, jaw aching. He wants to bite, to maim, to eat. His mouth waters. Hopefully there is something appetizing here, for his sake.

"Can I get the pulled pork po-boy, a side of fries, and a glass of water?" you ask and Alastor perks up. He checks the menu and sure enough, there's a list of famous pressed po-boys. Excitement fills him. He hasn't eaten a po-boy since he was alive, a delicacy that had just recently caught on before his death.

"Sure can, honey, and what about you?" the waitress asks.

"I'll have the roast beef debris, swiss cheese, thank you." She nods and takes the menus.

"And to drink?"

"Water, as well."

"Coming right up!" The waitress leaves and Alastor glances over to you. You're fiddling your thumbs on the table, obviously trying to avoid looking at him. He chuckles, making you look up now.

"What?" you ask.

"I was just surprised, is all," he answers. You tilt your head, nose scrunching up. It reminds him of a rabbit. "Po-boys were a classic in my time. I'm surprised they're still around." You smile, nodding.

"They're still a classic," you state, folding your arms on the table and leaning forward. He forces himself to stay locked on your face, ignoring the way the collar of your shirt dips down. "New Orleans is famous for it's shrimp, jambalaya, po-boys, and voodoo. At least, to tourists, it is."

"And what do you find it famous for?" Alastor asks.

"Well, as silly as it sounds, I kind of like it for the bayous," you admit, blushing slightly. Whether from him or embarrassment, he's unsure. "Most people look at them and think, ew, muddy waters and alligators. I look at them and think -"

"Beautiful."

You look back up at him and smile. "Yeah, beautiful. The moss covered cypresses, the way the sunlight dances on the waters, it's captivating. I love them." Alastor nods, knowing the feeling.

"The bayous were also an admiration of mine when I was alive," Alastor says, watching how you lean closer to listen, enthralled. "They weren't exactly a playground back then, people often warning not to go in unless you sought the workings of a voodoo witch. Yet I found them peaceful, using them to take quiet walks whenever the city became too much."

"I get that," you comment and he knows you're telling the truth. He can see it in your eyes, that you've dealt with some hardships in life. He wants to take those away, to never let you be burdened by anything ever again. That terrifies him.

"Here's your drinks," the waitress announces, setting down the red plastic cups in the middle of the table. "I'll be right back with your plates." She's gone again and your quick to grab your water, gulping some down to ease your nerves, he assumes. Alastor takes a sip from his.

"I should probably text Veronica," you say, taking out your phone. "I totally forgot about her for moment." As you mess with the annoying hand held thing, Alastor can't help but feel a bit proud. He had caused you to forget about her, your focus only on him. It made him strangely happy.

Happy.

No. What was he doing, acting like some school boy? He was a powerful Overlord, for Hell's sake. A wretched demon who tore apart any who defied him, devouring them and basking in their screams. He sent fear shivering down the spines of all who unluckily crossed his path. To you, he would - he… He sighs inwardly.

Who was he kidding? Whatever it was you were doing to him, no matter how much it angered him with the way his dead heart felt, he wasn't going to stop it. Alastor had already decided, soul or not, that you were his.

Now he just needed you to make the wish, so that you could never escape him, even in death.

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Masterlist , Ao3

[ohanny]

KentaKim royalty AU!

(screw “five fun facts” i have never been good with rules, @le-trash-prince hope you don't mind)

once upon a time, in a land far, far away tony is king and also a giant, sexist dick. he rules his kingdom with an iron fist, over-taxes the poor, believes alphas are the shit and omegas are only good for breeding and has made being the royal gardener into the most perilous position in the land (he beheaded four gardeners last year alone for over watering his bonsais and one for looking at them with “malice in his eyes”). but even a grand monarch like tony must have allies - and since everyone thinks he's a raging asshole, he actually desperately needs them which is why he resorts to the oldest royal scheme of them all: MARRIAGE.

enter kim. kim is the royal omega from an extremely wealthy kingdom just across some ocean stretch and sails into town, set to marry tony’s eldest son babe. (well, currently eldest. tony does not have a great track record when it comes to keeping custody.) babe is not very enthusiastic about this situation since he is carrying a secret affair with the castle archivist, charlie. (and by secret i mean pretty much everyone except tony knows but since they like babe, they just pretend babe actually is that passionate of a reader behind closed doors.)

but babe also has a conscience and really feels bad for kim who seems like such a nice young man so when they stroll in the gardens, arm in arm, far enough from their chaperones for an illusion of privacy but in their sight so nothing uncouth could happen, babe apologetically whispers that he finds kim bewitching indeed but alas his heart belongs to another. to which kim says “oh thank fuck, i would rather jump off a cliff than let you knot me”

babe: well that’s a bit harsh.

kim: also your dad’s shit.

babe: i mean -

kim: and i am here to kill him

babe: um -

kim: by the way, pete says hi!

and oh pete, tony’s original eldest son who years ago sadly perished (was banished) because he fell off a horse (because he dared to do something as leftist as write poetry to the stable boy way). it was actually kim’s family who sheltered pete and recognized him as a way better option for tony’s throne and kim is in cahoots with him, going undercover. in return of a proper alliance and the liberation of tony’s people, kim’s family will get rid of tony - plan a being an assassination, plan b an outright invasion.

plan a is proving to be quite tricky due to tony being a paranoid motherfucker, but kim is patient. of course something has to throw a spanner into his plans and that something is someone: namely kenta, tony’s secret bastard son most loyal knight. it starts when kenta is sent to summon kim to afternoon tea and sneaks up to him so quietly that he startles kim and suddenly finds himself slammed against a statue with a knife against his neck - oh how the turns have tabled!

kim: oh shit.

kenta: …

kim: i mean oh no, you scared me kind sir!

the knife disappears in the blink of an eye and kim let’s out this ditzy little giggle and offers his arm all “isn’t it time for tea! how lovely!” steadfastly ignoring kenta’s disbelieving are-you-fucking-kidding-me eyes. and well, kenta does escort kim to have his lovely afternoon tea with the other palace omegas. and then keeps escorting kim everywhere. no matter where kim tries to sneak off to, kenta somehow always finds him and it takes everything he has in him to not snap and scream because it is infuriating.

and then the ball happens. because of course there has to be a ball to celebrate the fortuitous engagement full of fancy dresses and foods and wine and palace plots! kim wants to take the opportunity of all the chaos and security being centered around the throne room where tony holds court to sneak but this time it is not kenta who catches him first. this time it is just your regular assassin hired by your regular jealous local omega noble who had their eye on babe and are now pissed they missed out on the royal wedding special. kim is honestly a bit shocked because “seriously?!?” but then kenta, once again, appears out of nowhere and steps in front of kim to shield him as the assassin attacks.

kenta kills the assassin but gets rather seriously hurt in the process. they’re alone in an empty hallway and kim is applying pressure on kenta’s stab wound, cursing up a storm, just letting it all out because what’s the point of hiding anymore? he goes on an epic, totally not panicked, rant about his fuckass skirt and who the fuck wears this many frilly layers, it is the most impractical shit ever and how he totally could have dealt with the assassin on his own if it weren’t for these damn petticoats! “see this is what's wrong with your entire society!” kim hisses as he drags kenta towards the sick bay. “obviously your omegas cannot do anything because who fucking could wearing all this crap! i am a person, not a cupcake!”

kenta stares up at kim in awe. he should probably have more questions but… wow. at least he can blame it all on blood loss.

so anyway, kim dumps kenta outside the sick bay and then runs off before anyone can see him and his blood stained clothes. he enters his room, sends a maid to the party to tell them he suddenly felt ill and retired early, and then spends the rest of the night pacing, pretty sure he fucked up and should be fashioning a rope out of his sheets to scale the tower and disappear. but nothing happens. he hears there was an attack, of course, and sir kenta got hurt but when questioned, kenta looked tony straight in the eye and said he must have hit his head because he cannot remember anything.

kim really could have done this without catching feelings but fuck.

so the next time he and babe have their little garden stroll, kim lowers his voice and insists they will add kenta to the list of people who will be protected at all costs. when babe sceptically exclaims kenta is tony’s right hand man, kim stares him down with a “he goes on the list or you can kiss me and my armies goodbye.” that is one thing dealt with. the next is actually avoiding getting knotted by babe because tony would love to have them married by the end of the month and that cannot happen. so kim starts delaying by any means necessary - he insists his religious beliefs demand they be wed when the stars are aligned a certain way and oh, he simply must have pink gardenias in his ceremony! it has been his dream ever since he was a little pup but alas it is november so they must wait until gardenias are in full bloom!

kim in the council meeting in his cupcake dress:

tony, gritting his teeth: of course. we don't want that.

but the longer kim delays, the more tony suspects something is off. kim is cagey and his mask is wearing increasingly thin. there are rumblings of soldiers making moves and gathering in kim’s kingdom. fuck, even kenta is being shady with his head injury and insisting he keep an eye on kim and then come back with shit like “he complained the tea wasn’t sweet enough and then accompanied babe to the library to read poetry.” absolutely useless, that one. the horror.

of course this will all come to an end when tony, sick of kim’s antics, invites him into a totally non-threatening family dinner in the privacy of his quarters. babe is there, as is kenta, guarding the door. it is the tensest consuming of roasted quail the kingdom has ever experienced with buttholes all across the land clenching for seemingly no reason. for dessert tony serves kim tea with a side of hair yank and knife to a throat with a “you will marry my son in three days time or take a dive off the tallest tower, you filthy fucking -”

aaaaaand he has a knife in his back. it's unclear who looks more shocked: tony or kenta himself who kind of acted on instinct when he saw his kim threatened and about to be married off to someone else. he is about to just go full catatonic because oh, what has he done when kim grabs his face and kisses him. “wow. the plot twists just keep on coming” babe says to absolutely no one but if he has leaned one thing from charlie, it is that someone needs to narrate things for the record.

(of course it isn't as easy as simply getting rid of tony but it is a great start. they will have to weed out loyalists and find out who they can trust and then rework the whole damn constituion but hey, no tony! pete and way will ride in with an army at their backs only to meet open gates and a very smug kim (happily wearing pants) stating “i told you my ass was irresistible enough to get the job done!”)

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The Cold Hearted Prince May Yet Fall Madly in Love - By Haikey and Ninako275 (8/10)

A smut story with some semblance of logic AND a happy ending? I came running I soon as I saw this. The art is very sweet and cute, but please don't read it if you can't handle sensitive topics. There's a lot of racism and kidnapping in this, before you get to the happy part.

Saori died. She's overworked. She got hit by a truck. She's been summoned by a prince to have his baby.

The prince is actually the second prince, Astera. He's in trouble. The king is dying and his shitty racist brother is about to take power. Astera is kind of depressed, but he always lets his elder brother bully him. Why? Well Astera has no ambition. He goes by the name Shin in town, and he pretends to be a regular herbalist. When his creepy brother, Galatia, tells him he needs to have a child for the sake of the royal family...Astera breaks. Galatia is very evil. Astera does not want to subject some poor woman to his evil. So he summons a woman to breed with. In this world summoned people don't have rights. Astera mistakenly thinks that summoned people are tools not regular humans.

He feels like a complete shit bag when he summons Saori. He quickly realizes that she's a regular person not a baby machine.

He apologizes to her and he tries to explain the situation. He also doesn't set her free, and he's got this strange feeling in his chest. Astera has been abused alot and he gave up on love. He starts to develop a crush on Saori very quickly, because Galatia kept him too isolated, and now Astera is a little weird.

So we get a lovey dovie kidnapping situation. Astera loves having company, and he asks permission...but Saori still does have to have that baby. Frankly she has no where else to go too. Saori notices his kinder side eventually, so the forced feedings and the forced baby stuff starts to get less creepy.

Good news. Astera is in love. He has a goal now. He wants to marry Saori, and that means he actually has to fight his brother. Saori isn't pregnant for some reason, so she gets scared. She doesn't want him to leave her, so she spikes his tea with a love potion. Astera is overjoyed. When she spikes his drink he thinks that means she loves him back.

More good news. Nobody drugs anybody. Saori isn't pregnant because he's been feeding her contraceptive pills. Again he feels awful about treating her like a baby machine. He wants to marry her, and he wants her to love him before they make their family.

They marry in secret.

Galatia finds out and he tries to torture Saori. A servant lures her away from Astera and then she's helpless. Astera appears too late, after she's been heavily injured and assaulted.

Astera decides to show no mercy.

He declares that he will be the next king. Galatia will be put on trial for trying to execute the queen. Galatia is confused at first. He is the elder brother. Their father did pick him, but that doesn't matter.

Astera destroys his entire life. Galatia will definitely be killed for these crimes. Astera has been researching since Saori arrived. He's been gathering evidence. Galatia is a classist, racist, lazy asshole that traffics orphans for their organs. He's a sicko who originally convinced Astera that summoned people are tools that can be used for breeding.

Galatia's servants turn against him. Even the servant who lured Saori. That was nice. The side characters have agency and they don't like Galatia either. The country eagerly accepts the foreigner queen so they can have a nicer king.

...and they all lived happily ever after.

[topbanana-art]

Finally making an OC info post- by no means is this all of them, just ones that are most active and/or live in my head rent free.

First up- Rhys (DnD 5e - Rime of the Frostmaiden)

20 years Old, Half Orc, Half Elf (sweet baby angel) , He/Him

Fighter- Echo Knight

Absolute Ray of Sunshine; Rhys is from Icewind Dale; more specifically the Nomadic Reghed Tribe of the Elk.

He's unfamiliar with the outside world and even includes settlements in his own country

He's a Himbo basically a big dog.

This campaign lead him to leaving his tribe for the first time after an unfortunate accident which turned him into a small 'painted child' and searching for his missing sister. (both these are sorted now!)

*Rhys found an old oil painting of this child, blacked out and next thing he knew he was that small elf child. Her skin and clothing having the texture of painted canvas, and bleeds paint.

For a good chunk of the campaign he was just a totally normal elf- whose shadow didn't match with the body

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Dhalas (DnD 5e Annalor)

36 Years Old, They/Him, Triton

Drunken Master Monk

Chill surfer dude vibes

Part of a travelling circus, They're a balancing act

Extremely laid back, Dhalas talks like they fight- dancing around, seemingly without rhyme or reason and occasionally clumsy.

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Foxglove (BG3)

138 Years old (tweaked her age a lil), She/They, Drow

Arcane Trickster Rogue

Guild Artisan Background- Locksmith & Apprentice Finesmith

Chill and sassy, that Tav who talks their way out of shit.

Skews Towards Chaotic Good

Presents Androgynous most of the time

Must lockpick everything- she's not actually super interested what's inside, she just wants to see the workmanship of the locks and trashtalk how bad they are.

Yeah she's smooching the vampire. (and Halsin)

Naturally cares for others, even at the cost of her own wellbeing.

Has a Phobia of anything touching/going near her eyes- so the start of the game is A Time for Fox.

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Arslan Dhoro (FFXIV)

21 Years Old (as of ARR), He/Them

Xaela AuRa

Dragoon - White Mage Main (All healer classes tbh)

Stoic, Resting Angry Face Himbo

He struggles to show emotion but he's just pretty shy and cautious about opening up to others.

From the Azim Steppe, he left in his early teens with his father after the death of his mother, to explore the world beyond the Steppe.

His Father Died in his late teens, attacked in Coerthas thinking he and Arslan were Dravanians.

He's extremely soft and protective for the Scions/his friends

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Shiv (DnD 5e Saltmarsh- campaign completed)

Awful, terrible lesbian

68 years old, She/Her, Halfling

Celestial Warlock - Unicorn Patron w/ a Baby Phoenix familiar, Toby

A piece of shit. Is an absolute asshole and wont let you know she cares.

Lowkey magical girl

Ex-smuggler, who's patron is literally 'I can fix her', 'she can be a better person'. Part of the 'Beyond Skeletons' Pirate crew, she's the medic of the crew.

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Pymmyr Tathnel (DnD 5e)

Pym

85 Years Old, He/They, Drow

Gloomstalker Ranger

Emotional Support Blink Dog, Princess Liquorice

This boy is scared all the time

Doesn't talk much, but speaks in a soft voice

Has disordered 'Sleeping' and Eating :)

His plague mask has tinted lenses to help ease the strain with how bright the surface is

I wont tell too much about them as a lot of their info is spoilers to other players. But this sad Drow just rocks up in my head on the regular.

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Erebus (Anima Beyond Fantasy)

AKA- My first TTRPG character! circa 2011-2 I think???

Real name Sho Yoshimitsu

22 Years Old, He/Him

Duk'Zarist Nephilim

Assassin

Textbook 'strong silent and intimidating hot man'

But basically a big soft boy if you break past the mile thick ice

Tragic backstory™ , used to using his body for the job

He really enjoys cooking!

Also hopelessly in love with a small soft summoner, Caelum (the one hugging him), They're RedxBlue gays

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I think I'll leave it there for now!

I may add more later, I hope it was interesting?? and I'm still pretty shy with yelling this much about my characters haha.

Thanks for reading if you made it this far! 💜

[avionvadion]

One, really love the drabble regarding El and Lucifer. Especially since you can tell Lucifer is struggling to stay in the moment, but Elanora is doing a pretty good job keeping him grounded in reality. Which works out in his favor because that actively lets him start writing the letter instead of giving up before he even starts.

Two, I admit it. Whilst I know the circumstances probably won't let it happen, I can totally see El joining in on Ellie and Charlie's duet during "You Didn't Know" (maybe she was dragged along so she can guilt trip the higher ups of Heaven lol) because sure, she may not be able to come up with lyrics on the spot, but I can see her being able to join in on that sort of thing. And, well, considering everything revealed at Heaven El would be justified in getting a bit angry at Sera alongside Ellie and Charlie-

Alsjslsjlaksks thank youuuu! 💕💕💕

I struggled so hard trying to write Lucifer a song. El was going to sing a song that followed the line of “trust me” but I couldn’t find one outside of FnaF and Jungle Book (oh the irony there) before scrolling through my old middle school Sound Cloud playlist and was like, wait. Holy frick. Lost Within fits Luci so well???? And thus that happened, lol.

Anyways! Sorry. I ramble.

Luci’s brain is so scrambled, he needs someone to pull him back sometimes. I imagine there ends up being a few moments when he and El are together and he starts to get so distant it actually starts to scare her, and she ends up grabbing his arm- surprising him and snapping him out of his spiraling mind- to make sure he doesn’t just… disappear.

And for sure El would go with them. Charlie will be using her to be like, “All the Sinners at the hotel have been protecting this poor, innocent soul that was wrongly summoned to Hell! She’s been helping me redeem them, one step at a time!”

Heaven is absolutely going to lose their shit because WHAT DO YOU MEAN A HUMAN WAS SUMMONED INTO HELL!??? Emily would be ecstatic while Sera is just… no longer functioning.

They probably try to convince her to stay in Heaven instead since she’s so “pure hearted” or whatever and it’d be safer for her, but El is like, “Haha sorry I promised Lucifer a thing so I gotta stay” and they’re like “LUCIFER!??? WHAT PROMISE!???” “Ah, well, he said he’d protect me if I give him advice about some stuff and I kinda gotta be in Hell for that…” and Adam just fucking loses it. “BITCH YOU’RE STAYING IN HELL FOR THAT FUCKING LOSER???” “That loser’s ex wife used to be YOUR wife, dude” “SHUT THE FUCK UP, STAY IN HELL. HOPE YOU DIE TOMORROW AND TURN INTO A DEMON SO I CAN EXTERMINATE YOU NEXT WEEK”

(Adam immediately gets smacked upside the head by Sera)

I think by that point in time, El has been in Hell for so long she can participate in songs- but she can’t burst out singing with one of her own. Also maybe her relationship with Lucifer comes into a play a bit, since he’s magic (ancient magic, specifically) and… well…

Being repeatedly exposed to magic would certainly start letting one be affected by it, right? Haha… ha… ahem. Maybe she isn’t wholly human anymore after a while. El may not have fallen or died, but giving oneself to the literal King of Hell, former archangel or not, isn’t about to let you stay Human. 👀

Anyways. Yeah. El would be pissed and would probably throw shade at the angel council that, while Hell may be full of horrors, the people there are at least honest- something Angels are supposed to be- and have gone out of their way to make her feel welcome, whereas Heaven is full of hypocrites and assholes like Adam who just make her uncomfortable.

“If Hell is forever then Heaven must be a lie! If Angels can do whatever and remain in the sky!” Ellie hops up on the table behind Emily and Charlie. “The rules are shades of gray, when you don’t do as you say! When you make the wretched suffer just to kill them again!”

Hell is Forever is such a freaking bop though oh my gods. You Didn’t Know a masterful reprise of it.

I’m obsessed with Loser, Baby though. It’s so swingy and jazzy and UGH. It’s so good.

[mediumsizedwildcat]

Guardian Demon

pt. 1 - pt. 2

masterlist | stranger things m.list

summary: A month before shit went down, Eddie summoned a demon. It saved his life and now it may be in love with him. Most certainly, Eddie gets to fuck the demon.

cw: supernatural mlm; description of the demon, bit of world mechanics, biting, blood, spit, jerking off, lube, fingering, anal sex, unprotected sex, non-human body functions (asshole turning wet), pain kink, lmk if I missed something

Eddie Munson x demon!reader | 3k words

*Minors & ageless blogs Do Not Interact

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Gently, very gently, Eddie runs his hand over your back, his fingers following the natural lines of your skin. He tries his best to not wake you up, watching as the muscles react to his touch, moving your wings ever so slightly.

As his hand wanders further down, you let out a soft purring sound. Eddie smiles and whispers, "You like that, huh?"

He starts pressing kisses to your shoulder and you can't keep the soft giggle in. Eddie smiles, carefully grips your waist, pressing his thumb into the flesh.

"I should repay you," he whispers, "for what you did last night..."

"It's okay," you sigh softly, enjoying his touch. Where you're from, tenderness like this is very short in supply.

Being completely honest, Eddie shouldn't even touch you like this. You shouldn't be in bed with him and you shouldn't have sucked him off either. But it feels nice to be this close to someone.

It's probably a body-thing; being a demon in this world is a new experience to all of your dimension. Perhaps when other demons answer to new summons you'll be able to talk to someone like you about this.

Eddie grins softly, "When I summoned a demon I didn't think I'd get one like you."

You turn around, sitting up before you lie on your back so you don't squish or otherwise hurt your wings. Frowning up at him, you respond, "What did you think?"

"That it wouldn't work," Eddie chuckles and places his hand on your chest. "Why did it work?"

"Well," you think for a moment, "we know when we're being summoned, but until a few months ago, this world was inaccessible for us."

You shrug, "I guess that Vecna-guy your friends keep talking about accidentally opened up a gateway and even though he's dealt with, the gateway is still open."

"So, you knew that I did a summoning ritual?" Eddie moves his thumb over your skin, looking down as he tries to understand this.

You nod, "Yeah, I knew you summoned one of ours. We all did, since you didn't really specify whose services you tried to secure. Usually nobody cares for summonings from a world we can't access, but I've always wanted to know this one."

"That means," Eddie frowns, "you held onto the summon for a month? Why did you come, after all that time?"

"Because you were dying," you state simply, as if it's obvious. To your kind it may not be, but you expected Eddie to know.

Instead, he keeps inquiring, "You didn't even know me. Why would that matter?" What Eddie truly wonders is, Why would I matter?

You giggle, "Stupid human. You were my way into this world and from the moment I entered your body I was tethered to you. Now I don't have the footing to stay here, you humans are weirdly obsessed with that money-stuff."

"Oh," Eddie mumbles, sitting up. Of course you're just with him because he summoned you. Because you don't have another option.

To reach your wing around Eddie's back, you sit up, too. Gently nudging his cheek with its claw, you make him turn his head to look into your direction. He's not hiding his emotional response to the new knowledge.

"When I saved your life," you keep your voice gentle, "my response to your summon was fulfilled. I could've moved on to any other person." You place your hand on his cheek and gently run your thumb over his cheekbone.

"I wanted to stay with you," you smile as you nudge his nose with your own. "I've had so many people scream at me, but you didn't. You summoned a demon and you weren't scared of what you got."

Eddie chuckles dryly, "Why would I be scared of you? You're, like, real hot..."

"Let's see," you press a kiss on his cheek, "the first time you saw me it was your mirage with my distinctive features. Usually, people get scared. I don't know how it is with humans, but that's been my experience so far."

He looks you up and down and smiles, "Distinctive features, huh? You mean the horns? Or the wings?"

"Them and the claws and the fangs," you grin widely, showing the fangs off. "You know, it was very hard to not permanently change your body when you were almost dead. I could've just made it mine and I probably would've been able to heal it so it's of good use to me..."

With your face already so close, all Eddie has to do is to angle his head. Hesitantly, he presses his lips to yours, unsure if you're feeling it, too. Unsure if last night was a one time thing.

You smile and reciprocate the kiss, your hand wandering to the back of his neck. Pulling Eddie's head closer, tangling your fingers in his hair. He smirks and, minding your wings, pushes you back down onto the mattress. Finding his place between your legs, he slowly grinds his hips down, his kiss nearly bruising.

Bless his stupid little heart, pumping all that blood down to his dick, making him hard and ready for you. You bite his lip, enough to draw blood, gaining a soft grunt from him. Running your tongue over the cut you make Eddie hiss at the pain. Though, judging by the way he bucks his hips, he seems to like it.

"Stupid human," you repeat, breathing heavily. Eddie huffs a laughs and trails kisses down your neck, gently sucking on the skin at your throat. "You really make me feel empty," you huff, "I didn't even know bodies could feel that way..."

"Bodies can feel a lot of different things," Eddie purrs. "I'd like to show you all of them... Starting with this..." He runs his hand down your body, gently pushing it under the band of your underwear.

The moment his hand wraps around your dick, you close your eyes, a soft moan falling from your pretty lips. He starts to move his hand, slowly up and down, teasing you, so to say. You whimper softly, letting your body's instincts take over.

"There you go," Eddie praises. He sits back on his knees and kisses down your belly, carefully removing your underwear.

You giggle, "Why don't you get rid of your own clothes and come back down here? Let's celebrate this body~"

Eddie laughs with your suggestion, but pulls his shirt off over his head. He throws it aside, rubbing his palm over your happy trail. You smile at the feeling, almost literally purring. “The rest, too,” you hum as you gently pull on the band of his boxer shorts.

He gets up and grins, “Wanna see it all, huh?” He shoves his underwear off while you’re sitting up and as he straightens out, you press your lips to his again.

Pulling him onto the bed, you turn the two of you around, intensifying the kiss as you climb onto his lap. With your dicks throbbing, Eddie grabs your waist and pulls you closer. He starts pushing his hips up and he whines when nothing comes from it. You giggle and sit down on his thighs, brushing your hand through his hair.

“So,” you grin, “how does this work, pretty boy? How do we, what is it called again? Make love?”

Eddie feels a hot shot surge from his chest down to his cock. “Fuck,” he curses, “‘make love’? Really? You wanna kill me or something?”

You tilt your head to the side, a confused look on your face. “Why would I want to kill you? You’re no good to me with a dead body.”

He huffs, “I’ll explain later. How you wanna do this?” Eddie sighs, “I mean, you okay taking me? Getting, uhm… Getting fucked?” Nerves running wild, he looks up at you.

Cheeks flushed from your body’s arousal, eyes wide and curious. Somehow, your body seems to know what it means, moving ever so slightly closer to his dick. “I,” you look down at your body, your own cock thick and throbbing with need. The same need is what you can feel in your hole; you always wondered what that one was for. Perhaps procreation?

“Yeah,” you finally nod, “I think I want that. My body feels very ready for whatever ‘getting fucked’ means. Which, weirdly enough, this body seems to know.”

Eddie huffs a laugh, “Alright, there’s lube and a condom in the night stand,” he points at it, "why don't you get them for us?"

As you lean down and over to get what Eddie told you to, he spits into his hand and reaches between the two of you. He puts his hand around both dicks, gently spreading the saliva and starting to pump his hand.

You moan and lie your head on his shoulder. “Fuck,” you echo his cursing, “that feels good. Oh, that’s really good, Eddie.”

Hearing you say his name, all desperate and needy for him, Eddie grunts. “Lube,” he nearly growls, “now.”

“So commanding,” you pant, “are you like that with all people?” You open the nightstand, "Or is this all for me?" Pulling out the container filled with lube.

Grinning at your victory, you show Eddie the container, wave it in front of his face. “Now what, big guy?”

Eddie smirks and kisses you, taking his hand from in between your bodies and gently running his hands down your waist and hips. He squeezes your ass, quietly praising the sounds coming from your mouth. He opens the container and dips two of his fingers into the lube, coating them generously.

Once he’s sure you’re relaxed and ready, Eddie carefully rubs his fingers over the rim of your hole. You gasp, your whole body responding to his touch.

“That’s it,” Eddie coos as he works you open. With your head on his shoulder, you breathe heavily, your hips pushing back against his fingers. Feeling your breath against his skin, hearing your little, very pathetic moans. “You feeling ready?”

You nod, pre-cum leaking from the tip of your cock, smearing onto Eddie's, mixing with his pre-cum. "Yes," you sigh, "very ready."

Eddie doesn't ask again, moving his hands from your ass to your thighs, squeezing gently. He coats his hand in lube again, this time smearing it all over his dick, pumping it to get it nice and wet for you.

Whining at the view, you dig your claws into his chest. "Eddie," you whine, "already waited long enough! Please~"

"So impatient," Eddie grins, watching your dick twitch with anticipation. "Alright, move up, pretty boy."

You comply, urging your body up, pressing your knees into the mattress. Even your wings flatter, your whole body waiting for him to make you feel even better than he already has.

Lining his dick up with your hole, Eddie gently presses his hand down on your lower back. "Sit up, sweetheart," he coos, "gotta sink down on my dick, okay? Take it as much as you can without it hurting and take as much time as you need."

You steady yourself with your palms on his chest, but lean down to kiss him before you sit all the way up. It takes Eddie by surprise, but he kisses you back before he watches you sink down on his cock.

When you feel him pressing past the rim of your hole, your head falls back and your lips part, eyes watching Eddie even though you don't mean to. You let out a breathy moan, your tail wrapping around Eddie's thigh and your wings barely holding up -a telltale sign that you're relaxed and calm.

Eddie dies a little inside, lust taking over most of his motivation. Clearly you're very turned on and clearly, his body likes what you're doing. His breath grows heavy, his hand squeezes your thigh and when he wets his lips the cut in his lip burns.

He doesn't care about the pain, he doesn't care that your claws break the skin of his chest. You're too fucking hot for him to care. Who thought fucking a demon would be something Eddie would be into?

The deeper you take him in, the more your body changes. The tip of your tongue splits again, taking on the demon you are instead of the humanoid body this is supposed to be. Your horns grow, too, just a little, your tail gaining strength.

Most importantly though, your hole starts to turn wet. It's not blood, it's simply what your body thinks it's supposed to do. Eddie curses, not so under his breath, gripping your hips tightly.

"Fuck-" His chest heaves with every breath, "Are you- Are you getting wet? Fuck, that's- Shit-"

He presses his head into the pillow, his back arches and when he finally bottoms out, feeling your balls against his skin, Eddie nearly loses it.

"Jesus Christ," he clenches his jaw, staring down at your dick. "Are you like, a succubus or something? Fuck, I'm gonna cum-"

You clench around him and Eddie moans loudly in response. "Please," he starts to beg, "please, I don't wanna cum yet! I don't- I don't want this to be over, please!"

Trying to make this as comfortable for Eddie as possible, you try to relax your body. You lift your claws off his chest, long tongue carefully licking up the blood.

"I'm not a succubus," you explain with a soft voice. "Succubi have vulvas and vaginas, the ones with penises are incubi. Which I'm also not, they're sex demons."

Eddie huffs, "You-You tryin' to tell me they feel even b-better?" He's fighting his orgasm so hard and the way you look down at him, concerned and confused, doesn't make it any easier.

"I don't know," you shrug, "I've never tried sex before. That's what we're doing right now, though? That's the right word for what's happening, no?"

"It is," Eddie quickly assures, his thumbs digging into your flesh.

You smile, "I bet I could help you with that. Make you, uh... Not cum? Is that how humans phrase it?"

"I-I guess," he huffs, "how? How would you help?"

You grin and move your tail from around his thigh to around the base of his cock. You can feel him throb and he moans at the sensation, but when you tighten your tail's hold, Eddie lets out a relieved breath.

"That better?" You coo, leaning down to kiss him. "I did study some of your anatomy when you weren't aware of me. Glad it's coming in handy."

Eddie grabs you by your neck and crashes his lips against yours in an aggressive, bruising kiss. "You're such a fucking--" He doesn't end the sentence, unsure what to call you. Demon? Well, that'd just be accurate.

"Liar?" You suggest, giggling. "Creep? I did 'creep on you', as others would say it. Watching you jerk yourself off in the shower..."

His cheeks turn pink and you grin. "So easily manipulated... That's so human of you, baby."

Not wanting to go down without a fight, Eddie thrusts his hips up in a stark motion. Your eyes rip wide open, a loud but short moan forcing its way out of your throat.

"Awww," Eddie copies your attitude, "that's so demon of you, baby."

Your cheeks flush and you give him a soft apologetic kiss. "Got the message," you mumble, "I'll try to keep it down."

"Thank you," Eddie huffs, kissing your cheek. "You wanna do this or you wanna keep talking?"

You lick the cut in his lip and, very carefully, slip it into his mouth, placing your lips on his like you saw in Eddie's magazines. Once again he reciprocates the kiss, playing with your tongue as he starts to move his hips.

The cautious movements make you huff and whine, feeling good but not quite as good as you know he can make you feel. You sit back up, massaging his chest with your palms as you try to get accustomed to the new position.

Once you're ready, you start moving on your own, up and down and up and down, opposite to the rhythm Eddie set. His breath falls short, little whimpers falling from his lips.

Meanwhile you get to feel it all, the pulsing, the thickness, getting filled and being wanted. You slip your wings under Eddie and, despite his confusion, pull him up, pressing his chest against yours.

With him this close, you wrap your arms around him, pressing your fangs into his neck and moaning against his skin. Eddie moans at the pain, slides his arms around your waist and starts pushing your rhythm. Faster and harder, until he's moaning into your shoulder, the room filled with sounds of wet squelching and skin slapping against skin.

"Eddie," you groan, pulling his head back and pressing your bloody lips against his.

He slows down, focuses on your kiss. It's his turn to bite your lip and you clench around him, starting to take on the speed and force he left off when you kissed him.

Happily letting you take the lead, Eddie leans down to kiss your chest. When you let spit drip down it's mixed with blood, but lands on the head of your cock. Eddie understands, kisses you again, forcing his tongue into your mouth and using his hand to spread your spit over your dick.

Through your riding him, you fuck yourself into his hand, making the most pathetic sounds Eddie ever heard. Your tail loosens, its tip moving to play with Eddie's balls instead.

He whines, "Not yet, fuck, please!" But you don't want to hear his pleads anymore, you want him to cum. "Don't want it to end," Eddie begs and you moan against his lips.

"Please," it's your turn to beg, "I want you to fill me up, Eddie. I want to feel you cum."

He whimpers and starts kissing you more intensely. He gives into the knot tightening in his abdomen, white hotness surging through his body as he comes undone. He groans very loudly into the kiss -into your mouth- and feeling the hot thick splurges of cum shoot into your hole, you moan with him.

"Yes," you encourages breathlessly, "fuck, yes, just like that, Eddie!" You kiss him, sloppily, open-mouthed, "Shit, thank you. Oh, fuck, thank you!"

Your thighs squeeze around Eddie's hips as he comes down from his high, but you don't have enough yet. He didn't want it to end so why should it have to?

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[honourablejester]

I haven’t watched Critical Role in a while, but since ExU: Calamity is going to be a shorter campaign, I thought I’d try get back in the swing. So. Um. Impressions.

I like Brennan’s style. Very fast moving, very intense. Let’s open straight on the apocalypse, yessir!

I also really, really like Zerxus. Like. This poor paladin gets immediately shoved in the deep end, visions of the end days, his dead husband, his child-as-was fishing in the void, and then a skyscraper tall devil god falls at his feet and he tries to help it. Just. Instinctively? And, I know, Asmodeus is likely playing with him, luring him in with visions of lost loves and playing the victim, but I still love that, even for a devil, Zerxus instinctively tries to protect him. From a god. Like, if this paladin falls out of kindness, that’s … going to be something. And if he proves kindness worth the risk, even more so.

Also, though, we’re all of ten minutes in and this poor guy already needs to be bundled in blankets and taken care of, holy shit.

And then … everybody else. Oh my god. They’re all assholes. Absolutely amazing assholes. I love it.

Laerryn is … my platonic ideal wizard. Favourite. Immediately. The whole … I am the chief engineer of this goddamn starship, and none of you even know what I do, but without me you would all be pancakes, so shut up and get to the point already. Move this along, I don’t have time. I love her. And she is going to do something incredibly foolish with this apogee solstice thing, tuning to the celestial plane, this is going to go … oh yeah, but I’m here for it. And how petty … She uses haste just to get down a stairs fast, the kids will get off the landing gear or they won’t, what kind of hairstyle check do you need from me … I just love her. Favourite cosmic wrench-wench, absolutely idiot mad scientist, Girl Genius sort of vibes. Perfect.

I honestly love how they’re all assholes. And they play it. To the hilt. They’re all so casually hoity-toity, better-than-you, listen, listen, we all know who’s the important one here. They’re going to fall so hard. They’re going to fall so hard. It’s gonna be amazing.

Laerryn and Loquatious are just amazing. Their whole dynamic. Both the incredible pettiness, the bitterness, the jealousy, but also the fact that they still work together, they still function perfectly well among their team, that whole tiny moment with the inspiration … Poor Travis not being safe on this side of the table, it’s amazing.

Speaking of Travis … He is a noir bird detective in an apocalypse movie, and it’s actually perfect, because this is Cthulhu style apocalypse, eldritch entities and the end of the world, and of course the detective is the one who finds the weird cultist corpses and the obliterated summoning circle and the one who gets jump-scared by the baddie in the closing minutes of the episode.

(I also absolutely adored his little ‘I think I’m in the wrong class’ after our apocalypse opening, both for the hilarity but also … you’re playing the rogue detective in an apocalypse campaign. You came into a horror campaign playing the pointman class. ‘I think I’m in the wrong class’, honey, you did this on purpose)

(His and Aabria’s reactions to everything are incredible, and I love that they’re sitting next to each other)

I just … I keep coming back to this, I love everyone’s arrogance. Cerrit and Zerxus are the mildest of them that way, they’re keeping it broadly professional, but every magic user in this party is topping the arrogance charts professionally. Between Loquatious throwing himself into everything like the world’s most obnoxious studio host/marketing director, to Patia’s casual ‘divinity seems such a hollow title’, to Nydas being all ‘how dare such a lowly peon approach me in person’, to Laerryn just not having time for literally anyone. They are such dicks. But, and this is the key thing, such competent dicks. Amazingly competent assholes. Who are likely just competent enough, at exactly the wrong moment in time, to bollocks the universe up entirely.

There’s also an interesting intra-party vibe going too. That whole last half, at the party, you can see how they all come together, but also how they all separate apart as well. There’s levels of involvement on different fields going on, and when the shit hits the fan you can see the layers start to separate slightly. Laerryn is completely locked on to her own thing, her apogee solstice, she’s the epitome of the mad scientist wizard I’m gonna do the thing. Nydas and Patia are playing a much more political game, him working up and Patia working down. Loquatious weirdly seems a little pathetic towards the end, just because of the shape of the investigation and the way it didn’t directly involve him and how he skated lightly around it. Weirdly for the bard of the group, the social animal, he seems oddly out of the loop. Him and Zerxus immediately chase down the outsider for information, because they’re also slightly outside. There feels a little bit like circles in circles: Patia, Nydas and Laerryn on the inner circle, Patia holding the court, Nydas holding the field, Laerryn holding the raw magical power, and then an outer circle, Cerrit, Zerxus and Loquatious, being relied on for information but not quite the direct power movers the other three are. Politically, anyway. I don’t know, it could just be the way the events themselves directly went down, but there felt like there was a slight separation there.

But they’re all also interestingly connected to each other. Nydas and Zerxus having that almost brotherly connection, Nydas’ family taking care of Zerxus’ kid, the way Zerxus clearly does trust the group enough to reveal … apocalyptic visions to them. Obviously Laerryn and Loquatious, divorced and petty and bitter, but still working together and almost instinctively giving each other little moments. Patia and Nydas’ political sympatico, despite the fact that she’s the highest of the high and he’s an ex-pirate who happens to be stupidly wealthy. Everyone just leaning on the fact that Cerrit is rock solid and will give them the heads up they need, and will scope out their potential enemies for them. It’s such an interesting story, this group of movers and shakers who gravitated together because they work together, they function so well together, to the point that people are starting to take note and infiltrate them, because they are good at what they do and this is a cut-throat mage city where you need to be. That guy from the Circle of Silver noting their little unofficial name for themselves, the Circle of Brass, the way they’ve been noticed, because they are so well positioned to hold the actual physical, political, informational that they do.

And then, because of idiot mages poking betrayer gods in ill-advised rituals, perfectly positioned to be stuck right in the middle of an apocalypse.

(I’m assuming, and I have not kept up on lore for Exandria at all, but I’m assuming Vespin Chloras was trying to get a betrayer god out of its prison before killing it and taking over its domain. Because a) you have to get them out to reach them to kill them, and b) you have to get them out so that when you kill-and-replace them you don’t get promptly stuck in their prison in their place)

Also, this whole episode, the pacing was amazing. Brennan as DM, it’s really just hit, hit, hit, hit, hit. Open, wham bam, apocalyptic visions, but then he just guides us on this whistle stop tour of the party and the city, hits the lore in every stop possible (helped by things like Cerrit’s ridiculous rolls), and it’s all moving. Technically, nothing much happened. We met everyone and we went to a party, and then some stuff sort of went down, but it was all seeded in from the get go, and there was so much … intensity and interaction along the way. Also, he does portentous very well. “If you look down and see the stars, what will you see when you look up?”

Um. In summary? I am enjoying this. I’m looking forward to see where (and how badly) this goes. Definitely.

And even if she wrecks the entire universe in one move … Laerryn is still the wizard I would want to be. Platonic wizard ideal. Absolutely.

[jay-zzz87]

Lumity and B!Lumity fluff

Warning, there is implied smut. Not actual, just implied through jokes. Also it's only with Betas cuz they're 18. Anyways I lowkey kind miss doing writing prompts.

Luz: Amityyyyyyy

Luz is standing outside Amity's balcony with a bouquet of flowers for her awesome girlfriend.

Luz: I'm ready for our daaaate!

Suddenly the door swung open and a taller figure came out. It was Amelia, Amity's oldest sister.

Luz: Oh, hi Amelia

Amelia: Hello Luz

While Amelia is definitely intimidating given that she's taller, older, and has an attitude, she still has a sweet spot for Luz given her circumstances and how happy she makes Amity.

Luz: I'm here to take Amity out on a date

Amelia: She's inside getting ready

Luz: Ok, I'll wait

There's silence for a brief moment until Luz starts up again.

Luz: How are Ed and Em?

Amelia rolls her eyes.

Amelia: As annoying as ever.

Luz lets out a nervous laugh: Hehe....siblings

Then, she looks at the flowers she got Amity.

Amelia sighs: How's your sister?

Luz looks up: Lucia?

Amelia, sarcastically: What, you got another sister I don't know about?

Luz: N-No, I-I um....she's good. She's just at home....doing stuff

Amelia: Doing what?

Amelia wants to know but is hoping that she doesn't sound too interested.

Luz: I don't know. Watching oracle or something?

Amelia: Hmm....ok

There's a moment of silence again until Amity comes out of the room to the balcony.

Amity: Hey batata

Luz can't help but stare at how beautiful her girlfriend looks.

Luz: Whoa

Amity blushes: You like it? Amelia helped me pick it out

Luz: You look amazing amor

Luz quickly goes up to Amity and gives her a hug. When they seperate, Amity notices the bouquet in Luz's hand.

Amity: Ooo, are those for me?

Luz sheepishly laughs: Yeah, I picked them out myself.

Amity: They're beautiful love

Suddenly, Amelia clears her thoat loudly to imply she's still around.

Amity gets annoyed and tolls her eyes.

Amity : Really? You don't have to be here

Amelia, sly: I don't have to cover for you. I can always tell mom about your batata

Amity growls but Luz holds her hand to calm her down.

Luz: C'mon amor. Let's just get on with our date.

Amity: Yeah, ok

Luz summons Owlbert and they both get on and fly away. Amelia scoffs as she's a little irritated that her little sister would talk to her that way. Especially since she's covering her and could easily get her into trouble with their mother if she wanted to. Although there is a part of her that's is proud of her for sticking up for herself. She won't deny that it is definitely something Amity needs to work on. In the meantime while they're gone, she's gonna have a bit of fun. She summons her staff and flies to the owl house.

Lucia is on the couch sleeping her ass off. The previous night left her drained from having to complete a bounty just so she can get Luz enough money to atleast afford a nice restaurant to take Amity. Lucia usually doesn't care about Luz and Amity's relationship, but she does care about Luz. That was enough to help out Luz to get some snails. After that, she immediately went to bed and knocked out.

Amelia arrived to the house and was immediately greeted by the bird tube.

Hooty: Hello!

Amelia: Titan! Don't scare me like that!

Hooty retreat back to the door

Hooty: But that's my job! Anyways, Lucia is inside and sleeping! Thou shall not- ow!

Amelia kicked the door open to force herself in, then shut it. She can here Hooty on the other side complaining.

Amelia: Titan he's annoying

Lucia is suddenly awake with a line of saliva on her cheek.

Amelia: Hey

Lucia looks around and lets her eyes adjust before landing them on Amelia.

Lucia: Oh hey. What brings you here?

She does a quick stretch.

Amelia: I got bored

Lucia: Oh, sucks

Lucia lays back down. Amelia grabs one of the pillows and hits her with it.

Lucia: Hey!

Amelia: Asshole

Lucia sits up: Profanity

Amelia: Shut up. You spit shit all the time. And it's not like your sister is here.

Lucia: Ok ok. Chill girl

Lucia rubs her face.

Lucia: What do you want?

Amelia: I just wanna do something

Lucia: ....well it better not be me cuz I'm tired as fuck

Amelia hits her again

Amelia: I DIDN'T MEAN THAT STUPID!

Lucia couldn't help but laugh.

Amelia: You're such a child

Lucia: If I'm a child, then you're a pedo-

Amelia hits her again, this time repeatedly.

Lucia grabs the pillow and pulls it away.

Luz: Ya, I'll stop Ames

Amelia rolls her eyes: Whatever

Lucia grabs her waist and pulls her close.

Lucia: Don't whatever me baby

Amelia and Lucia have been dating for a while. They definitely dated after Amity and Luz got together but had relations before then. Eventually they fell for eachother and Lucia took out Amelia for a date. Amelia made it clear if they dated it had to be kept a secret. She's afraid of her mom and ex knowing. She knows that Lucia's life would be on the line if they ever found out. Lucia claims that she's not afraid and could take them on, but Amelia wants to be safe. She can't stand the thought of losing someone that actually cares for her for who she is and not her popularity.

Amelia pushes Lucia away.

Amelia: Not here stupid

Lucia lets go and giggles. She loves seeing Amelia get nervous and mad. It's really cute to her. Almost reminds her of a mad cat.

Lucia: Ok. You wanna go somewhere else?

Amelia: Yeah. Did you have something in mind?

Lucia: Not really. Like I said, I'm tired.

Amelia: We can go to your room and.....I don't know, cuddle.

Lucia: ....yeah sure. Lets go

They get up and go to the upstairs room. Lucia gets the sleeping bag comfy for them. Amelia is aware of the situation Lucia and Luz are in. There are times where she wishes she could just give them a bed since it's not much to her, but Lucia is stubborn and always wants to earn everything. She managed to get one for Luz so at least she doesn't have to suffer due to Lucia's ideals. Lucia lays on the bag and Amelia lays on top of her. Lucia holds her and kisses her head. Amelia has her head on Lucia's chest. She likes hearing Lucia's heart beat. It's very calming to her for some reason.

Lucia: Did you wanna do something later?

Amelia: Maybe, if you're ok with it.

Lucia: Yeah baby, I don't mind. I just wanna rest a bit first

Amelia looks up at her

Amelia: Ok babe

Lucia pecks her lips and rubs her waist. Amelia couldn't be happier that she's with Lucia. She wants them to be public just so they can at least hold hands all the time, but she can't risk anything. She needs Lucia and Luz to be safe, no matter what.

One day

[arcplaysgames]

SO I went from having almost 600,000 yen to about 200,000 yen which means the Strength SLink is complete.

As was pretty predictable, it pretty much confirms that the twins are actually one person that has been split apart.

ALSO THIS SLINK IS INTERESTING because the twins talk explicitly about Strength and its meaning and they begin to theorize that they are the ones undergoing the Strength arc, not Reverie, and that it is his responsibility to guide them through it and observe them.

man it'd be neat if the twins reunited into Margaret or Elizabeth but I assume they will become a new attendant altogether.

I miss Margaret, she was funny and hot.

Also, i took the twins to a Maid Cafe.

Reverie's core character trait is being a huge bitch and I love him.

the maid scaring the twins is really funny tbh lmao

Everywhere Reverie goes, he has to play older brother to someone. Something about him exudes big brotherly vibes in a way that Reverie The Fourth could only dream of. Everyone even a day younger than him feels his gravitational pull.

It's called the Alice form factor, Futaba, and it's better for your wrists due to the natural way they want to tilt when you reach forward. You wanna see something wild, pull up an ortholinear keyboard form factor and call me in the morning.

In Sojiro's SLink, the asshole uncle returns to cause some trouble, because the Sakuras are not allowed to be happy I gUESS.

Fuckface McGee here makes a move towards Futaba and Reverie immediately steps in to shield her. Fuckface falls and then, just like the dude who framed Reverie in his backstory, cries assault.

Suddenly shit is way more serious because Reverie is on probation and even more infraction is going to get him into deep shit.

So Futaba's like "yeah we need to steal his heart," so we're gonna do that.

BACK TO THE MSQ FINALLY, IT'S TIME FOR SOME SHOES TO DROP AFTER HOVERING IN THE AIR FOR LIKE 21 DAYS.

HARU JUST RENTS DISNEYLAND TO CELEBRATE THE OKUMURA JOB WITH EVERYONE.

jfc haru you can't just rent a theme park, i'm aghast.

While they are sitting having dinner, the Okumura press conference begins and everyone tunes it to watch.

What's interesting to me is: Why did he die now? Probably-Akechi shot him, at this point, 21 days ago back in the Palace. Why did he die now? That's super weird. I don't understand it unless it's a Necessary Contrivance that the game needs to function, like how Nanako wound up on the Midnight Channel despite that shit not making any sense.

yeah i bet you do haru. jeepers creepers, uh, sorry about your shitty dad who was essentially selling you off into sexual slavery for the sake of political power I guess???????

On Law & Order Supernatural Victims Unit, Akechi shows up to FLIP AGAIN ON WHETHER THE THIEVES DID THE THING AGAIN.

Bro, WHAT is with you, is he just gaslighting Sae? I cannot figure out what the fuck his deal is, he keeps giving Sae ideas and then going "nah actually that's dumb" then a month later he's like "altho....... yanno......" then another month later he's like "lmao you actually are following that lead like a dumbass? wow."

If he's the killer then the only thing I can figure is that he's purposefully fucking with the investigation to keep himself and whoever is pulling his strings in the clear.

So in the Twins link, they kind of imply what I've been theorizing for a while, that the Wild Card's purpose is to reach and summon the World/Universe arcana. And one of them was like "is that the same thing as rehabilitation" and the other was like "um. dunno?"

So here with Notigor.... Is his goal to guide Reverie to the World arcana, or..... like.......

What happens if Reverie, uh, fails his "rehabilitation"? And what does that entail?

I still find the fact there are other cells in this Not Velvet Room extremely sus, so idk. I'm fixating on this shit.

HAHAHA THE THIEVES ARE BEING FRAMED IN AN EXTREMELY PREDICTABLE WAY

God, here's where the fucking wheels come off, huh.

Back in the framing device, Reverie nearly passes out randomly and Sae mentions they're on very limited time. What did they inject him with, I assumed it was a sodium pentothal situation but maybe not?

...... what the fuck

..........

hang on a sec.

/opens screenshot folder and goes all the way back to the beginning of the game

.........

That. Would explain..... so much. But where does the Palace end and the real world resume? Is the interrogation happening inside the Palace? Is her Treasure a briefcase? Is Reverie getting caught a ploy to reduce the target's sense of being threatened?

I'm so tempted to just start a new game file and replay the intro with this in mind but I think that's cheating, so I won't.

I hope the game eventually just replays that introduction sequence again but with all the characters un-blacked out. We'll see.

[cbsxreader]

Halloween with Christian!

Halloween is his favorite holiday, nothing else compares to it.

Christian is on his knees to beg you to let him decorate your home for Halloween. Mainly because he has an excuse to put real organs, blood and bones everywhere.

"Please, love! I promise I won't make it too messy!" He begged with a hopeful look on his face.

"It's not the mess, it's if you get them down before they start to rot." You sternly said, crossing your arms over your chest.

"I promise I'll clean it up! Just please, give me the chance!" He put his hands together, fingers intertwining, looking at you with pleading eyes.

Spoiler, he "doesn't want to clean it up yet because the vibe hasn't even set in". So, you have to force him to clean up before it starts to smell and your neighbors start getting suspicious.

Christian thinks dressing up is a bit childish and if you want to have costumes he'll just go in his usual murder-attire. If you want matching couple costumes then you'll have to help him with it because he doesn't know shit about making costumes or make up apart from corpse paint.

Christian knows that there are assholes that kill black cats on Halloween because they're considered bad luck. So don't be surprised that there are a dozen black kitties following you two after he saves them.

If you have a sweet tooth and want candy then he will help with that, just unethically. Either that's taking someone else's hard-earned candy or snatching all the "take one" bowls for yourselves.

Of course, the night isn't complete without a few crime sprees. It is considered a night of evil, after all.

Isn't the best guy out there for pumpkin carving (bc that's Piss Cakehole's specialty) but still does a really good job because he's very coordinated when it comes to handling blades and helps you if you need it.

Brutal doesn't mind trying to summon demons or spirits and trying out some rituals. He knows it would piss off Christian Pure Spy, but he does try to see if the entity could be defeated so you aren't in too much trouble.

"Won't Pure be mad about this?" You had a moment of realization and stopped drawing the pentagram on the ground.

"Eh, says here just simple holy water can bring it down, we're good." Christian shrugged, looking over at the demon book.

Watching horror movies is a big must. Bonus points if it's something more disturbing like Texas Chainsaw Massacre. He really likes to get ideas or inspiration from horror movies so expect him to lowly chuckle to himself at especially gorey scenes. He loves it if you get scared and cuddle up to him.

Christian eats all candy, any candy. This is especially handy when you've eaten all your favorites and you don't want to throw the rest away.

I know it's not Halloween yet but I just wanted to write this now

Also, Happy Halloween!

[we-pay-for-everything]

The opening episode of season 2 of Nancy Drew left me with some thoughts:

Gil's an asshole, and, worse, he thinks he's the shit. "If I die, you don't get the mirror.". Dude, if you die, they get the mirror and keep their money since you're literally carrying the thing around, you absolute moron.

Gil was the one who came back for Nancy after the Wraith attacked the bus. Like, what?? None of Nancy's friends bothered to help her, really? I see what you're doing. They are mad and Nancy and Gil are going to bone. Got it.

Thankfully, at the end of the episode Ace admitted that he was scared more than mad and his fear made him lash out. And he told Nancy not to sacrifice herself because that would just make him angrier lmao. Well, he told her he didn't want her to die but she looked at him like he'd confessed his love lmao.

Onto episode 2... Now this Aglaeca storyline is starting to make more sense! @stormofsansas told me the first season 2 episodes were supposed to be in season 1. That makes sense because the ghosts of the group of friends who summoned the Aglaeca in 1975 appeared in season 1 and it didn't make much sense to me to only bring them up in season 2, after everyone had forgotten them.

Ace is such a sweetheart... What he did for Carson was so nice! He bought him pizza, listened to him, and took him some supplies from The Claw (which Nancy delivered and her dad thought it came from her but the idea was Ace's, and he somehow even knew Carson liked peppermint coffee).

Does anyone know why neither Bess nor Nancy heard the kitchen explode in the middle of the night, lmao? I don't really like most storylines with parents. Millie was juts the typical controlling and overprotective mother because life had been rough and she wanted her son to survive. I get it, and I understand the reason for her visiting her son, but I didn't like her presence in the episode. I mean, it didn't make me like the episode more. It's usually not very interesting when Nick's past catches up with him. I enjoy the other friends' families and backstories more. I really want to see Victoria again. George's mom is great (as a character, not as a mom lmao). Speaking of George, I liked her a lot in the episode.

Oh, and apparently it's been like 4 days since Owen died? Wow. Nancy really didn't care much about the dude, or she's so scared that it scared her grief away. Poor Owen.

[xxwhiskeyxx]

Mountain’s Problem w/ Throwing People

So Mountain is obviously a very big boy and as an Earth ghoul, he is the strongest of the ghouls in the band. So he discovered that throwing people is in effective way to prove he means business and/or get them to stfu.

Dew, Swiss, and Sunshine are his main victims, they do annoy him on purpose just because they love being thrown and he knows it, even though they piss him off he still does it because their giggles and begs for more make it worth it.

He has thrown everyone in the band at least once, both for fun and out of annoyance, even Aether. The ghouls had gone down to the lake one summer day to cool off and have some fun. Aether had snuck up behind him and tackle-dunked the unsuspecting Earth ghoul. Cue Mountain emerging from the water Grudge style and slowly turning towards Aether, “You have 5 seconds to get as far away as possible.” Not even questioning what he’ll do, the Quintessinal ghoul tries to scramble away but sadly running in water is not an easy thing unless you're a Water ghoul or an 8-foot Earth ghoul. Aether makes it about 6 feet away before he hears Mountain move, before he can blink, he suddenly yoinked up and absolutely launched a solid 10 feet through the air. He bursts through the surface, gasping for breath, to cheers and he sees Copia, Cirrus, and Cumulus holding up whiteboards with a 10, 7, and 5 on them. 

A fun activity Sunshine and Dewdrop like to play that involves Mountain throwing them is what they affectionately call “Ghoul Bowling”, Sunshine and Dew have the other ghouls stand in a small group before calling Mountain who scoops them up and absolutely sends them into the others, usually aiming for Swiss and Aether and sees how many they can knock down. This is done at random and has even been done using Siblings of Sin once, but they got in trouble and were on cleaning duty for 4 months. 

Once Aether and Mountain decided to mess with Cumulus, so Aether scooped her up from where she had been happily purring while snuggled up with Cirrus, and they begin to toss her back and forth to her fearful delight, happy screams and yelps every time she is tossed. It quickly becomes a game of monkey in the middle as Cirrus tries to get her down, but since both Mount and Aether have a good couple inches on her it is for naught. They fortunately do not drop the Air ghoulette and eventually put her down, Cirrus hisses at them, smacking their arms for scaring her before dragging a giggling Cumulus back to their room.

Now the first time he did it was both the most terrifying and hilarious one, when Mountain had first been summoned, Alpha and Omega were teaching Ifrit and Aether how to play while Pebble gave him the rundown of drums. Alpha had always been a slight show off/asshole and would sometimes he rude to the new ghouls, especially Ifrit, and he would always make fun of Mountain for being a “boring rock with a stick up his ass”. Eventually Mountain got tired. One day Alpha was mouthing off again, but this time he upset Ifrit enough that he stormed out of the practice room they were occupying, Alpha coming out afterwards talking about how he’s such a crybaby and that he was just playing. Mountain had crept his way behind the older Fire ghoul without him noticing, Omega tried to warn him from where he was talking to Ifrit but before he could, Mountain yanked Alpha off the floor, held him by his ankles and told him to apologize to his friend, Alpha had let out an uncharacteristic, high-pitched scream as his world turned upside down (much to Ifrit and Dewdrops delight who howled with laughter), he walked him over to Ifrit who now had a shit eating grin on his face, “Well?” he asked, leaning down to look Alpha in the eye, who mumbles he’s sorry, “What was that, I couldn’t hear you?”. Alpha was about to curse him out when Mountain let go for a split second before catching him, earning another scream, “I’m sorry dammit! I’ll be nicer, now put me down ya oversized kit!” This was not the correct set of words but Mountain shrugs before flinging Alpha towards the couch in the corner, to which Alpha screamed yet again. This is where the others learned not to fuck with Mountain or his friends or you get your ass yeeted.

Speaking of holding people by the ankles, he absolutely does it whenever he doesn’t want to put in the energy of throwing. He will sneak up behind or catch you and hoist you up until you apologize.

[wuffgang-ameowdeus-moozart]

steddie tbhk au. kinda.

part 1 ; part 2

Steve does not regret his "fall of the mighty" or whatever dramatic shit Eddie calls his truly spectacular fall in the social ladder.

He isn't sure why he'd been so scared of exactly that in the first place. He does not have to laugh at cruel "jokes" and feel like the biggest asshole in the world anymore. He doesn't need to keep up with the ridiculously complicated drama of who is with who or cheated on whom and whatever else bored teenagers do in the middle of nowhere. He'd never realized how exhausting it had been to wear this mask until he didn't have to anymore.

But there is one big thing that he does miss: the easy access to rumours. To be more specific: supernatural rumours.

Steve is truly glad that he has met Eddie. Not because he is actually pretty funny and a very engaging storyteller and surprisingly gentle despite his wild energy. Or whatever. Like, only a little bit because of those things. No, what makes Eddie truly irreplaceable is that he also is a seemingly bottomless well of information.

For example, Steve had never really thought about why the supernatural acted how it did. To be fair most of the time he'd been a bit too busy running for his life. He'd just assumed that they were bitter about being dead or something and found it funny to terrorize the living. Of course people would start whispering about it when doors started disappearing or students started aging decades in a matter of seconds. It is in the human nature to try to understand the unexplainable, after all. But as it turns out, it is the other way around.

"Do you think I want to keep hanging out in the girls' bathroom?! Don't answer that. It is literally moldy in here. The rumour says that if you want to summon Hanako you need to go to the last stall in the OMG bathroom, and so that is the only way I can be summoned. The dead is dependent on the imagination of the living."

That had been a harsh pill to swallow. He remembers having started more than one creepy story to scare his "friends" late at night. Eddie sees the way his face falls and sings a mashup of Steve's favorite songs for the rest of the day. He has a nice voice.

Now, Steve had had a fall from grace from truly epic proportions and could more often than not be seen talking to air. However, that doesn't change the fact that he is pretty and charming and has awesome hair. Occasionally someone who remembers his old days or simply doesn't care will come to him and ask him out. Kind of like the good old days. Except better, because now the entire school isn't holding its breath for the time it takes him to answer and he can say 'no' without it becoming the hottest (and often only notable) news of the week.

Normally, he abuses this new privilege of his. To be honest, he had thought that crushes were something other people had....invented. Sure, he would be happy if someone asked him out, but it had more to do with flattery than the person per se. He'd thought that "getting together" had nothing to do with any feelings, but only status. Like, this cheerleader can rise a bit in the ranks if she dates the swim captain. He'd thought that the "euphoria" and the "racing heart" or whatever the hell all the love songs described were nothing more than exaggerations for artistic purposes.

And then he'd fallen for Nancy. And like a fall it did feel indeed.

When another older girl came to him in his freshman year, he could always feel hundreds of eyes burning in his back, compelling him to say yes. He'd lose some money (or, well, his parents money so it was fine), have an okay to good time (it was particularly annoying when they were too nervous to do proper smalltalk) and give them a short peck goodbye. Some would maybe want to go on a second or even a third, but most broke it up after that because "they just didn't feel the spark". All Steve would feel was mild curiosity now that he was free again, and his image as "playboy" stayed intact.

(And then Nancy ruined everything. Fuck. He hadn't said yes to anyone ever since that damned party)

He doesn't know why he felt compelled to break his streak. Maybe it was because she dared to go over to the losers table at lunch. Maybe it was because Nancy was looking at him with such hope and relief. Maybe it was because Eddie looked very miffed for some reason and Steve can never pass up a chance to mess with him. Friendship or something. Or maybe he just needed a fucking distraction because it felt oddly personal to watch Billy run the basketball team to the ground.

Either way he agrees to go watch the new Indiana Jones movie with her (worst comes to worst Harrison Ford will be distracting enough), Nancy looks proud of him for "finally moving on" (if only she knew), Jonathan seems to not care either way (good on him to be honest), and Eddie disappears to do his ghostly things or whatever. He's got a test next period so it's better if he isn't there to distract him anyway.

The date is...fine.

It is his first one since Nancy and feels pretty lackluster in comparison. But it's okay. He is moving on or whatever.

They leave the movie theater. The movie was...fine. Harrison Ford was definitely fine. (Now that he thinks about it, it has been some time since he has felt something much stronger than "fine". Or "pleasant". Maybe he should be concerned about that. It's easier not to think about it, though. It's - you guessed it - fine.)

She asks him to take a walk with her in the woods. Sure, he says. It's a funny thing. He knows she has been in most of his classes since freshman year - or at least he is pretty sure he remembers her - but for the life of him he can not think of her name. One time she took his hand during the movie and when he looked over he saw her brushing her black hair from her face even though he could swear it had been red before. Insomnia truly is doing a number on him.

They are walking on the edge of the forest, hand in hand. Her eyes change color under the moonlight: brown and blue and yellow and purple and red. It's pretty.

She starts humming. It takes him a bit of time before he recognizes the song but he has to smile when he does. Wake Me Up Before You Go Go by Wham! It is his revenge song for Eddie's "Master of Puppets" - phase. The spirit hated how "preppy" the song is and Steve had been absolutely obsessed with it for a while.

They duet, dancing a bit to the beat of the song. Her hand is warm in his. The forest looks endless and inviting. It is...nice. Maybe even more than that.

After they finished the song for a second time she stops him. They just stare at each other for a moment. Her eyes are an impossible color. She smells like the forest. Like, exactly like the forest, as if she were a part of it. And then she slowly starts leaning forwards. Steve brushes some of her blonde hair behind her ear. It looks almost white. He prepares himself for a kiss (is a bit excited for it, to his own surprise), but instead of his mouth she zeroes on his ear.

"Have you been true?", she whispers.

She starts humming Wake Me Up Before You Go Go again. She is still humming as his first bones start breaking. She is still humming as his clothes become too big for him and fall to the floor. She is still humming when grey hairs start growing out of his burning skin. And then she laughs. She laughs and laughs and laughs and he knows he has made a terrible mistake.

"Has no one ever told you that it is bad to make a name for yourself in our world, Steve Harrington?" And then she disappears, returns to the forest she is a part of.

Steve squeaks.

Yes, squeaks. Because apparently, mouse anatomy was not made to produce human-sounding words.

Fuck.

--

When Steve was small, he sometimes wished he could be a pet. Maybe a cute pup. Or an elegant cat. Or even a lazy turtle. For his tiny brain, this seemed like the ideal life, and he can still see some of the appeal to be honest. You don't have to earn affection - you just get it freely, sometimes even if you did something you shouldn't. You don't have to know any stupid subjects that refuse to enter your brain or worry about dumb stressful things like grades or politeness. You can't take care of yourself, which means you will always come face to face with another person at least twice a day. You don't need to feel bad when you waste your parents' hard earned money on alcohol or food even though you barely contribute to the family. Yeah, sounds like a dream.

His actual experience as a mouse so far has been. Uhm. Not ideal? An unexpected surprise? So far he doesn't really have any strong emotions either way. Maybe he is in shock, or maybe his now miniscule rat brain is not able to comprehend what just happened.

It's interesting to see everything from a new angle, he supposes. The forest has always felt somewhat threatening - dark and endless and right outside of his house where trees created scary shadows inside his room. Funnily enough, it is less so now. There are so many different new textures and smells he does not have the brain capacity to feel scared.

But he doesn't have time to dwell on that right now. Or well, technically he does, since he can hardly go to school like this. Unless his lifespan shortened along with the transformation? He is pretty sure rats have a way shorter life expectancy than humans. It's probably better not to think too hard about that one. Compartmentalization is one of the few things he is naturally good at.

Okay, so it doesn't really make sense to sit in classes if he doesn't have to, but what is he supposed to do instead? It's not like he can open his very human-sized front door when he is like this.

But... Hanako is still in the school premises - naturally, since he can't exactly leave. And Steve still hasn't made his wish. He just needs to find the school (he has lived here his whole life surely he can manage that), make Eddie understand that the rat following him around is actually Steve (....somehow) and then communicate without being able to speak or sign or write that he wishes to be turned back into his human form (he'll figure that part out if he miraculously even makes it this far). So yeah. Solid plan. Whatever, he's always been more of a go with the flow guy anyway.

Okay, so he and his...date(?) came from the direction of the cinema. The cinema is deeper into town, where the school also is. So he just has to figure out which way they came from, and once he manages to get into the town centre he is sure he will figure it out, even under these extenuating circumstances.

Steve may not be very book smart, or just like smart in general, but if there is one thing he knows about himself is that he has great instincts. His gut tell him to go left, so he does. Either he will arrive at the school - which is the goal - or his house - which wouldn't be the end of the world. (Or maybe somewhere completely different but it's better not to think about that possibility). As long as it doesn't take longer than the average rat can survive, the worst that can happen is a delay. Which wouldn't even be that bad, since at least Eddie would realize that something was wrong.

Ever since the day the spirit almost had a second early death because he skipped class, Steve always makes sure to let him know if he can't make it for some reason. Mostly that means using the walkies-talkies they started carrying around to ask Nancy to relay the information to Hanako, which in turn almost always gives her a heart attack. ("Steve! How many times do I have to tell you that these are for emergencies only?!" "It is an emergency if he refuses to stop singing Metallica during my biology test tomorrow")

So he starts walking. And walks. And walks. And walks. He thinks the worst part of being turned into a rat is how he completely loses his sense of time. He has lived in this town his whole life, meaning he knows how long it takes to get pretty much anywhere on foot. There isn't a whole lot to do in Hawkins (what a surprise) so he used to go exploring a lot. If he was still a human and thus possessed these wondrous limbs commonly known as legs, it would take about half an hour to get to the school. As things are, he does not have a watch and he does not know how much slower he is walking. The sky continues to darken and for all he knows he could be walking for hours. Or the completely wrong direction. The thought feels a bit more daunting now that his clothes are out of sight and he isn't sure he will ever find them again. A pity, he even wore one of his favorite shirts - just tight enough to show everything he has to offer, but still elegant. Simple but classy. And now covered in dirt.

It feels like an eternity when he finally starts recognizing his surroundings. It takes another one for him to finally see the school parking lot, and yet another to actually cross it until he finally arrives at the right building. It seems more and more likely that the stupid being who deceived him into a date somehow cursed his sense of time as well. Or maybe a rat's perception of time is different from a human's, shorter lives and all that.

Here is one little detail he forgot to account for in his genius plan: the school also has a human-sized door. Not only that, it has a human-sized door he wouldn't be able to open even if he still resided in his original body, since it is locked and they don't give away the keys to random students.

Maybe he can like. Scream really loudly. And hope that Eddie will hear him. And somehow recognize his true form with a mere glance. Or, well, if he's being honest with himself, he wouldn't be surprised if Eddie let a random rat in just for shits and giggles.

The sound that comes out of his tiny snout is truly embarrassing. He is almost relieved that it is too quiet for anyone to have heard it.

So.... Well. What now? Should he search for another entrance? Surely there is a hole somewhere in the outer walls, everyone knows schools don't have enough funding. But then, he just had to do a really long and tiresome hike. And it is already late in the night. And he'd already wasted some of his energy before this whole mess even started being anxious for his first date in forever...

He isn't sure when he falls asleep. All he knows is that one second he is looking up to the stars and thinking about life, and the next he is being woken up by multiple teens screeching and stomping around. Are his ears more sensitive like this or is it the mere displeasure of having this be the first thing he wakes up to that makes their voices so unbearably shrill? We may never find out.

The important part is that it is morning. Which means he can simply walk through the already open doors and run to the OMG-bathroom (he is already dreading the smell). And when he gets there and finally gets to Eddie, all he has to do is-. Well. One thing at a time.

For once it doesn't take an eternity to arrive at his destination. It would be more of a relief if he had been able to come up with a plan on his way there, but here they are. Winging it it is.

Thankfully the Old Moldy Girls Bathroom Everybody Avoids's door doesn't close all the way. He squeezes himself inside and there - as expected - is Eddie Munson. It has become part of their routine to meet up at the bathroom in the morning (even though Eddie knows his timetable by heart and neither of them are girls. Maybe they should talk that one over once he is human again).

Eddie plays a bit with him while he waits for a currently indisposed human Steve to arrive. Rat Steve refuses to admit how good it feels to get cuddles on his little forehead. Doesn't stop him from asking for more.

Eddie laughs at his antics, but his smile dims with every second that passes. By the time the first lesson begins he is frowning. Steve can hear as he mutters to himself: how reassurances turn into worry and a brief sadness that absolutely breaks his heart followed by...anger? Steve isn't sure how they got to that last part, but suddenly they are cursing Steve and his entire family line and the girl(?) that took him out for some reason. He can wholeheartedly agree with the last two, and tries not to take the first one too personally.

Steve isn't sure how much time passes before Eddie has had enough and decides to look for him in class. It goes like this: he sees Eddie approaching the door. He panics. He is body slamming into the wall. Turns out it is not a good idea to launch yourself at other people when said other people are a ghost.

Eddie looks just as shocked as Steve himself. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" "DON'T LEAVE ME ALONE JACKASS JESUS H. CHRIST" is what Steve would've liked to scream in return. Except he couldn't, because he was still a rat.

"WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT?! ARE YOU STUPID? ARE YOU SUICIDAL? CAN RATS EVEN BE SUICIDAL?!?!" Steve answers the best way he can given the current circumstances: he huffs and shows Eddie his ass. Eddie pauses. For a moment hope blooms in Steve's heart.

"This may sound insane. But...can you....understand me?" Steve turns around so fast he gives himself whiplash. It doesn't help when he starts nodding enthusiastically and slams his head into the floor.

"Are you. No way. ... Stevie?"

Steve is so excited he starts jumping up and down.

"Aww, is tiny little Stevie in a bit of a pickle?"

Steve really wishes mice had middle fingers.

"I am assuming you are here to cash in that wish I still owe you. Aren't you lucky that I am so benevolent as to have stopped you from throwing away your wish for some girl? Aren't you regretting not having listened to me when I said that you shouldn't go on this date? Huh?"

Steve turns around, ready to live out the rest of his days as a rodent because his salvation is being a little shit.

He can barely walk a step before something warm envelops him. A moment he is on all fours, and the next he is still on all fours, except that the inconveniently low doorknob is now in his field of vision.

"Kinky." Steve doesn't need to turn around to see the shit-eating grin on Eddie's face.

He is human. It takes him another moment to really internalize it. He looks down, and he now has two perfectly usable middle fingers. And arms, god how he had missed fucking arms.

The hug he gives Hanako is tight enough that it probably would've squished him to death if he wasn't, well, already dead. (He kind of wants to punch him in the face, too, but this is the next best thing)

[ironwoodprotectionsquad]

Your friendly reminder that reducing Ironwood to his disabilities and ignoring the fact that he was always a narcissistic distrustful egomaniac who believed in "my way or the highway" makes you the shitty person.

Anon the only shitty person here is you. You are the one harassing someone on their correctly tagged personal blog because you lose your shit when someone dares to disagree with you on your precious show written by able bodied cis white guys. You purposefully go into the tags for the sole purpose of getting pissed off so you can harass people you don't like because they dared to have a different opinion then you do.

I talk about James being a triple amputee because he is one. Talking about a persons disabilities and how ableism harms them is not "reducing them to their disabilities" for fucks sake anon you people can't even pretend to hide how ableist you are. James is disabled, RW//BY relies on said disabilities as a shortcut to villainy. That is ableist. I can't make this any simpler anon but that isn't the issue. You're just so fucking ableist you don't give a shit about the people harmed by the ableist writing in your precious perfect show.

Anon You're the one rewriting 7 volumes of the show because the writers told you to drink the kool aid and you don't want to be called out for how stupid it is. James comforted Ruby when she failed to catch Cinder, he listened to Ozpin when he decided to send four first years and a history teacher to investigate possible terrorist activity, he comforted a bunch of scared students and assured them if they ran no one would judge them when shit hit the fan. He was polite and kind to Weiss and pissed off a bunch of snobby rich assholes when he refused to arrest Weiss after accidentally summoning a Grimm to a party full of civilians. He gave Yang a new arm free of charge and with no expectations or strings attached despite what you assholes try and spin it as. He tried to compromise in volume 7 where he could. He listened to the mains, they just gave him crap ideas he couldn't do much of anything with. He gave them time off and listened and worked with Robyn and told everyone the truth when the mains told him he should. He listened and tried to be reasonable up until the mains revealed how shitty they had been and how they lied to him and leaked top secret classified information to a non military personal intentionally causing unrest and stealing from the military. They fucked up and then threw a fit when that shitty behavior actually *gasp* had consequences.

I also just love (sarcasm) how you ignore the fact that James told said mains everything about his plan right from the start he was honest but they lied. RUBY INTENTIONALLY KEPT CRITICAL INFORMATION FROM JAMES and knowingly helped him on a plan she knew would not work because Salem was immortal and withheld that from James. SHE'S THE DISTRUSTFUL LIAR but that would break your precious perfect story to acknowledge that so instead you listen to CRWBY when they insist James was the distrustful one and hope no one noticed but we did notice. We did see how bullshit it was and are calling it out but YOU anon being the shitty asshole you are continue to harass people for pointing that out.

Also incase you somehow just tunned out every scene he was in, Jacques is the egotistical narcissist. Or did you once again oh so conveniently forget how he married into the Schnee's for power? You're just plucking traits of other characters and throwing them onto James once again praying we don't notice and once again anon you failed.

Grow the fuck up anon and block me and move on with your life. Your obsession with me is pathetic.