#this is a NIGHTMARE TO TAG. anyway sorry my demons

[the-boy-meets-evil]

not according to plan | hjs (teaser)

summary: your ex-fiance is getting married and everyone you know is going to be there. when he calls to ask if you're coming, you accidentally mention a boyfriend. which would be fine, if you weren't very single. thankfully your best friend comes through with the perfect solution when he sets you up with a friend of his.

pairing: joshua x f.reader genre: fake dating, strangers to ?? | fluff, slight angst, smut rating: explicit (in the full fic), minors DNI word count: ~1.1k in this teaser (full fic ~22k) notes: johnny suh as the ex (sorry!), also includes other idols not in seventeen solely as face claims, there's a heavy focus on the fake dating, mentions of food & drink, warnings to be added to the final fic fic post date: friday, april 26th (full fic here)

a/n: i started this legit months ago as kind of a joke, talking about it with @shuadotcom but it's finally done (and a lot longer than i anticipated).

thank you to: @wonwussy & @kwanisms who read over this for me (too long ago), and to @cheolism @wooahaeproductions @hannieween, & sj for all the brainstorming help along the way. tagging: @aaniag @gyuminusone @crepecakeu

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You still think this is a terrible idea, yet agree to meet Jeonghan’s friend, Joshua, anyway. Apparently, he’s somewhat new to the area, doesn’t know many people, and is incredibly easy to be around. There’s no mention of why Jeonghan thinks he might be willing to pretend to be your boyfriend. A part of you wonders if your friend even told him, but he’s not that cruel. So, whatever the case, Joshua must at least have some idea of what he’s walking into. 

Several days pass between the nightmare of a call from Johnny and you actually meeting Joshua, which only adds to your anxiety about whether or not this is going to work. Johnny is asking for a name for the seating chart and for dinner selections. Your mom wants to know when they’ll be able to meet this new boyfriend before the wedding (because “meeting him for the first time at a wedding is gauche” and we wouldn’t want that). Your sister is convinced that he doesn’t actually exist since you haven’t posted him on social media. That you can at least answer to say that not everyone posts their entire life online like she does. It doesn’t seem to allay her suspicions, though. 

Then, there’s the fact that you’re actually meeting Joshua for the first time at dinner. All you wanted was to go for coffee, yet he insisted. You couldn’t exactly press the point. Not when you’re planning to ask this stranger to pretend to date you just so that you can avoid the embarrassment at your ex’s wedding. On top of that, because Jeonghan really is a demon at his core, you don’t know what Joshua looks like. Don’t know who to look for. Which leads to you doing the only sensible thing and showing up 5 minutes late for dinner, hoping that he’ll already be at the table when you get there.

It works.

When you give the reservation name at the host stand, you’re immediately led back to a table. Without even thinking about it, you smooth your hands down the front of your dress, looking for a small amount of comfort in this situation. It’s not even that you struggle around new people, this is just…well, it’s a lot. It’s out of anyone’s comfort zone. Whatever you’re expecting, it’s not the man sitting at the table the host leads you to. He nearly stops you in your tracks. 

His black hair is perfectly styled down to the pieces on one side that come down over his forehead. The black dress shirt he wears is open at least one button too many, but he makes the exposed chest look work in a way models would envy. Even though his pants are black as well, he makes it look classic and effortless, rather than too dark. That’s all without even acknowledging the soft smile on his face. This man would break a thousand hearts without even saying a damn word. While you’re appreciating him, you miss the way his eyes rake over you appreciatively. Miss the way his eyes trace your curves and the way the dress clings to you. 

In one fluid motion, he’s standing up to greet you, a gentle kiss placed on your cheek. Is it weird if your knees are a little weak? Well, even if it is, there’s nothing you can do. You’re completely captivated. 

“You must be Joshua,” you say. Brilliant, you think. That’s obvious.

“It’s nice to meet you. Jeonghan had nothing but good things to say,” he answers with another smile as he pulls your seat out for you. 

“I feel like he hardly told me about you,” you respond. Joshua raises a perfect eyebrow at that.

“Then why did you agree to go out with me?” Joshua asks. 

“Go out with…is this a date?” The question comes tumbling out. 

Joshua’s eyes widen in genuine confusion. “Is it not?” 

“What, exactly, did Jeonghan say to you?” 

A lot and nothing at all, it turns out. Joshua tells you about how he’s somewhat new to the area, which you knew. About how he met Jeonghan through work, kind of. They work in the same building doing very different things and happened to run into each other getting coffee a handful of times before Jeonghan introduced himself. The two had hung out several times, something Jeonghan had not really mentioned, and gotten to know each other over drinks more than once. The very first time, Jeonghan had mentioned you and Joshua admits immediately being intrigued without pressing for more information. 

In any case, Jeonghan talked about you pretty freely, a fact that’s hardly surprising. Before Joshua texted you, Jeonghan had mentioned, in what Joshua calls an offhand way, that you were sick of dating the same people. According to Joshua, through Jeonghan, you were looking to possibly be set up. (Read: Jeonghan thinks he’s crafty and isn’t going to come out and tell this man what you’re really looking for. Typical Jeonghan, honestly. You know that “offhand comment” was anything but. And you had the audacity to think Jeonghan would have to tell Joshua what he’s getting into. Rookie move.)

Now you’re in a bit of an awkward situation because this man is honestly gorgeous, one of the prettiest humans you’ve ever met. And, already, he seems like he might be sweet with a pretty good sense of humor. It’s just…well, you’re absolutely not looking for a relationship and this is the last person you want to get involved in your mess. Thankfully, you get a moment to catch your breath when someone comes by to take a drink order and suggest an appetizer. It’s just enough time for you to talk yourself into telling Joshua the real story.

To his credit, he only looks mildly surprised as you outline your whole situation, inform him that yes, Jeonghan does know all of this, and clarify why you didn’t actually realize it was a date. It’s hard to miss the way his eyes seem to sparkle a bit when you also admit that he’s absolutely stunning in a way that hurts your feelings. Easier to miss is the way his face barely falls when you say that you’re not actually looking for something right now. Interesting. 

“So that’s the whole thing and now that I’ve embarrassed myself in front of you, I’m sure you’ll understand if we never see each other after tonight,” you finish.

“How am I supposed to go to a wedding as your boyfriend in a matter of weeks if we don’t see each other after tonight?” Joshua wonders.

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[lu-lus-duckies]

Idk what to call this so you make up the title

@huskers-bar x @nunalastor

Tags: enemies to lovers, angst?, eventual fluff, yearning?, soft huskers-bar, both mods are separate people, no beta we die like i do in this fic (not yet though), minor character death, ooc, au: hellaverse (hazbin hotel), nunalastor is head of the marketing department of the hazbin hotel (lucifer grabbed them randomly), jealousy?, huskers-bar is an employee at voxtek, lulu and angie as villains, lulu is a dog

chapter: 1/? Word count: 1,431

Featuring: babygirl anon and (eventually) @xxx-angie . I may add more along the way depending on who wants to be added. I can probably shoe-horn-in a few more characters

For the sake of not tagging people a million times, I will call nunalastor as a single entity nunalastor, traumatized mod dickmaster and cursed mod nun. and huskers-bar just husk. babygirl anon will be babygirl anon. i will be shortened to lulu but I don't appear in this fic yet. Angie doesn't appear yet, but he will be angie.

A/N: anyway this is 100% going to be a huskers-bar harem fic because i can write whatever i want. This first chapter kinda boring but it gets better (source: trust me bro). Lemme know if you'd like to see any changes. Anyway, goodbye for now. I have uni to get to so less frequent posting (sorry dickmaster, you'll have to live without any of my horrid art for a little while)

"Did you know that Alastor made a happy deer squeak during this scene?"

Ah, yes, the words that twist people's dreams into nightmares. Innocent innitially, and maybe even amusing for a good while, but the longer one lingered, the more their skin would crawl with irritation and burn their insides. Especially when one knew the context surrounding this particular phrase. And boy, did Nunalastor know the context.

~

"Another day, another inbox to slay, another heavenly lord to betray" Dickmaster accessed their and Nun's shared blog, unsurprisingly to hundreds if not thousands of asks invading their inbox, all of which were echoes of different variations of *thumps* and *squeaks*. If Nunalastor hadn't already grown accustomed to such deviancy, they would be horrified. Still, the depraved ideas these people came up with never failed to send shivers down their spine, and not the pleasant kind.

And why do they subject themselves to this? you may ask. It was simple. In exchange for free housing, food and supplies, Lucifer Morningstar, the devil himself and father of Charlie Morningstar had requested their help. You see, originally their blog was not this unfortunate cesspool of deranged demons who wanted to see the devil, overlords and sinners squirm under immense sexual pleasure. It used to be a simple marketing tool for the Hazbin hotel, but as all things in hell, it never goes smoothly. It wasn't like they had a choice in the matter anyway, refusing the king of hell's requests was not an option! His commands were absolute.

Dickmaster took one deep breath, running both hands through their hair and clearing their mind, preparing for probably several hours of torture that was going to be their asks. They poured themselves a drink, setting down in front of their screen. Taking a few moments to relish the silence, they closed their eyes and listened to the soft hum of their beaten up 1950's style computer, courtesy of Alastor's ban on Voxtek products at the hotel. Clicking on their inbox tab, they mentally braced themselves. even if they knew, they could never truly predict the horrors hell had to offer.

"time for #housekeeping" They declared, stretching their fingers, getting their reaction images on the ready and sifting through their own version of digital hell. It would only get worse from here.

~

As Nunalastor started to clean their digital home, erasing one cursed ask after another, responding to one alastor circus theory after another, One ask in particular caught their attention. It was definitely a surprise, and a welcome one at that. It stood out like a sore thumb, simple yet elegant, divine and a blessing among heaps of cursed messages that would have asmodeus and satan themselves shaking in fear.

"hi dickmaster" - anon

Nunalastor couldn't explain it. They don't know what came over them, but they felt a strange sense of attraction to this one particular anon. They were sweet, they gave them a place of solace from the dread that was piss kink headcanons and cursed deer facts, equivelent of the clogged up plumming disasters alastor had to fix with his bare hands at the Hazbin hotel. It was the piece of gold nugget hidden in a swamp full of moss and dog urine.

Dickmaster stared at the message for a good few seconds, really taking in the plainness and beauty of the two words before their eyes, appriciating all that message was as a small smile made its way up their face. This called for a special occasion. Dickmaster gripped their keyboard, nearly smashing it with the force. Their fingers danced along the keys and crafted a response like no other, one worthy of this random anon that managed to make their day a bit brighter.

"Hi babygirl" - Nunalastor

~

On the other side of the pentagram, a kind, sweet and not at all deranged huskers was scrolling through hells version of tumblr. Voxtek devices had proven to be quite useful in the underworld. It served as the main source of entertainment and escape for the lonely, not only for husk, but other sinners alike. Besides, being an employee meant he had extra privileges with Voxtek. Regardless, it introduced husk to the nunalastor blog, which was the best moment of their life (or lack thereof, considering they're dead).

They'd quickly grown accustomed to the undeserved hate thrown their way upon their first ever interractioin. Though they didn't understand, they could play along. They found strange comfort in the twisted logic that any form of attention was better than none. After all, being singled out meant they were special in the eyes of Nunalastor, right? that's how husk comforted themselves anyway. And they haven't seen Nunalastor actually reply to anyone with actual love before.

That is... until it happened. Someone who would later reveal themselves as babygirl anon, husks worst adversary and the unfortunate victim of lulu's slander showed up on their feed.

"hi dickmaster" - anon

"Hi babygirl" - Nunalastor

Husk stared at the screen in shock, their eyes widening and heart growing heavy. Countless questions and conflicting emotions swirled within them, each clutching their hold for attention. 'Is nunalastor serious? Do I not want them to be serious? Why can't I be treated the same? What did I do?' And amidst the chaos, one thought rose to the surface, crystal clear in Husk's mind.

'I want to be loved like that'

The frustration of being at the end of every one of Nunalastors verbal spears finally caught up to husk. Every small jab they'd written off as jokes suddenly felt like small pin needles scraping their skin. Unable to deal with the whirlwind of emotions and the confusion of it all, Husk sought solace in the one place they could always trust, the bottom of a bottle.

So they took a swig. And another. And another. Intil there wasn't a shred of emotion left to feel. Not a single thread of frustration left in them, not a nerve of anguish, not a line of confusing verbal spewage...

And not even a speck of self-restraint

~

"THEY JUST KEEP COMING" Dickmaster exclaimed, more like yelled as their inbox was flooded with more cursed asks at a rate faster than they could answer. At this pace, they'll be there all day, answering these asks like a poor overworked minimum wage employee at a call center.

"They'll run out of ideas eventually" Nun responded, nonchalantly, leaning against a nearby wall, sipping on a drink of their own. Nun watched as dickmaster struggled to find another reaction image fast enough so they could call it quits and leave the rest of the struggles for future Nunalastor to handle, or more accurately when it would be nun's turn to answer all the unhinged people in their inbox.

The hurried clicking of the keys on a keyboard could be heard throughout the entire room, bouncing off the walls, reflecting exactly how much infestation was actually happening in nunalastors inbox by the minute. "it would be great if you could answer a few you know, my fingers are dyin-"

And then it suddenly went quiet. The clicking died down and the unbelievably loud buzzing of their computer, along with the hitched breathing of Dickmaster was the only sound bouncing around the room. Nun of course raised a brow at this. "what's the holdup? we can't afford to take a break you know" they said, as if they were the one answering all of the asks in the first place.

nun walked over, curious as to what exactly had stopped dickmaster in his endless pursuit of emptying their inbox, considering they were always the more enthusiastic one of the two. "are you okay?" nun asked, half sarcastically. Their eyes landed over the current ask in their inbox.

"I wish you'd love me" huskers-bar

and suddenly the silence made sense. the pause had been a justified one.

dickmaster inhaled, followed by a deep and saddened exhale. they didn't want to take their eyes off of those five words. they could stare in awe and amazement at them for hours. it wasn't even the fact that it was just another ask that wasn't cursed, but because it was huskers-bar that sent-

a hand on dickmasters shoulder snaps them out of their daze, being brought back to reality, the pitiful reality. they were in hell for a reason, they reminded themselves.

"you remember our deal, don't you, dickmaster?" nuns voice cut through the buzzing, sounding deep, gruff, threatening and slightly saddened.

"yes of course" dickmaster turned back to the monitor, giving one last look at the ask before typing out what nunalastor has agreed would be the appropriate response.

"you'll get over it. #we are a huskers-bar hate blog"

[chiharuhashibira]

Hiiiiii so I was wondering if you can do a sanemi x fem abused reader plss?? And like the reader drops a plate and is having a panic attack and sanemi comforts us ???pls and thanks (if not sanemi kiojuro or obanai??)

Of course! We certainly can~ Your wish is my command UwU

I've been wanting to write about Shinazugawa-san! And no worries about the Kyojuro and Obanai imagine~ I'll definitely make one and tag you hihi ^^

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝑨𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔

𝐀 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐗 𝐀𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭

Content Warnings: Curse words, Wound and Blood, Abuse Flashbacks, Panic Attacks

Notes: Y/N = Your Name | E/C = Eye Color | H/C = Hair Color

As if by muscle memory, you flinched and covered your face as the plate crumbled into pieces on the floor. The streaking pain and screaming echoed inside your head, confusing you about what's real and what's not.

As you looked down, you saw tiny red droplets on the wooden floor. With a lump now forming on your throat, you crouched down, and tears started to escape your E/C eyes. The tremors came back as if you were back at the old estate where you had been living a year ago.

Your mind was filled with endless memories of how your own mother and your new stepfather had physically and verbally abused you.

"You're a fucking twat. You should've died with your father."

"Why don't we just sell you, Y/N? Perhaps we can get money from you getting laid! You're just a piece of shit to us anyways..."

A small sob escaped your lips as you looked around, your sight blurred with tears. Then suddenly, a warm, calloused hand gently caressed your back.

"Hey Y/N, calm down, please. You're safe with me."

All your demons calmed down inside of you as your E/C orbs met with his pale purple ones.

Oh yes, you have been living with the Wind Hashira for a year since you watched as your evil parents turned into a real-life demon in front of your eyes. He was your saviour; he still is, and that's the reason why your heart started beating fast for him.

You remembered the first night after the traumatic incident when Sanemi insisted you come with him to Kocho-dono's place. Who would've thought that this harsh-tongued man, full of scars from his old and present battles, would take you under his wing and show you a part of him that he has never shown to anyone after his nightmares came true?

Sanemi gently picked you up as your shivers continued to take over your body. Normally, you would protest this gesture, scared that he might tease you for being so frail, but that never came from him. He never mocked you.

"Y/N, breathe. Please breathe for me."

You followed him as he slowly put you on the zabuton, making sure that he was beside you to support you in case you fell down again. You watched him as your sight got clearer once again; he was opening a little box that he always hid under the table. His little first aid kit.

Sanemi is aware of your panic attacks; he even prepared things to help you when your past gets ahold of you once again, like this first aid kit that he kept in case you wound yourself up.

"Sanemi, I'm so sorry. I dropped a plate again."

He grunted, taking your hand and cleaning the wound from it that you got from accidentally squeezing the shard on your hand a while ago. No words came out of him for a few seconds. His eyes and hands are just focused on wrapping the wound on your hand with bandages.

Then after that, he looked up at you with no smile, but his eyes said it all. He was trying his best to comfort you. "Y/N, it's just a plate. I won't be mad even if you accidentally break every single one of them." He suddenly pulled you into his arms, embracing you with a warmth that no one would ever expect.

Flashbacks brought back your first kiss with Sanemi and how he tried to make you stop crying from being too scared that he wouldn't come back from his missions. You saw how he beheaded your demon mother and stepfather after they scratched his arms back then. You never want to see him hurt again, but he's a demon slayer. A Hashira, to begin with. His life won't really be about comfort and pleasures; he's here to slay demons, and he sacrificed his safety for that devotion.

You always wondered why he had agreed to take you under his wing after Kocho said that you were too scared, even to the three young girls in the Butterfly Mansion, but not to Sanemi. Despite his complaints, he still took you in and made sure that you were in safe hands.

Until one day, you just fell for him. His mean attitude, scarred exterior, and cold facade—those never stopped you from loving him more. And he fell for you too. He would never say things like, I love you, but you always felt special. Especially when he kissed you that night when you tried to stop him from leaving for his mission.

"Don't leave me Shinazugawa-san... Please... I—I... care for you so much."

Sanemi leaned in for a warm, passionate kiss, and you'll swear that his eyes glistened seconds before his intimate action.

"I'll come back for you. I won't die that easy. You know how badass I am, right?"

And that's it. That's how you and Sanemi's relationship changed in an instant.

"Hey, you're drowning in your thoughts again."

Sanemi pulled you out of the embrace, held you by your shoulders, and stared at you with concern in his eyes. "I'm sorry, Sane—"

"Another sorry from your lips, and I won't kiss you again."

Your heart started beating fast after what he said. You shut your mouth and bit your lip, making a small smile appear on Sanemi's face.

"Good girl. E/C, those fucking demons cannot return to harm you. I won't let them. I'll slash their heads even before they take a step near you. I promise I'll protect you. I won't lose you too."

You gave him a small smile and nodded. Sanemi suddenly pulled you into his arms again and kissed through your H/C hair. "I won't lose you, Y/N. I won't let that happen." He caressed your back, hushing you from the remnants of your past.

The fear in you subsided. Sanemi's right. No one can hurt you again. Sanemi's the only person who can kill the demons inside your head. He's the only person who's always there to get you back on your feet if you fall. His loving comfort and company are all you need to heal from your nightmares. And perhaps you're also what he needs to make peace with his.

Your shaking subsided as your breathing stabilised. You raised your head and caught a glimpse of Sanemi's sweet smile. This part of him is for your eyes only, and you're happy with that.

"Your wound still hurts, doll?" You shook your head. Sanemi suddenly pulled you onto his lap and held your waist. "That's good to know. If you ever feel that again, always remember that I'm here, okay? I'll kill all those demons for you if that's what it takes."

You hummed, putting your hands over his shoulders. "Thank you, Sanemi. Thank you for being here."

"Of course. I love you."

That's the first time that you've heard those three words come from his mouth. His raspy voice and his loving smile made you blush. You'll say the world has stopped, but it already has since Sanemi started loving you back.

"I love you too. I'll do my best to take care of you too."

Sanemi bit his lip and pulled you closer. "Now kiss me." He said, and you happily obliged, pressing your lips gently onto his as he embraced you tighter.

"Y/N, you're mine."

"Always yours, Sanemi..."

You replied through the sloppy kisses, and you'll never know; perhaps it'll be more in a few blinks of an eye.

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𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆!

I hope you enjoyed this short fic as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Thank you so much for your request! And yes! I'll be writing a Kyojuro and Obanai fic for yah~ Totally appreciated this! ^^

Keep the requests going! Aside from X Reader, I also write Yaoi soooo~ BUT LET'S JUST FOCUS ON KNY BL IN CASE, FIRST!! XD

Feel free to comment and reblog this story~ Arigatou Gozaimasu!

~𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷🌸

[fleet-off]

in a lover’s tender claws

(an excerpt from my unpublished resurrection AU WIP, posted as part of Dav @sunshinesanctuary's "post something you made that you like!" tag game.)

Pete jolted awake to the weight of a hand around his throat.

Once, the threat would have had him shooting to attention, ready to fight for his life. Now it only hastened the retreat of his swift-receding nightmare, dreadful candlelight consumed by the comfort of a familiar darkness. Pete smiled up at the shadow that loomed over him like a sleep paralysis demon. Survival instinct seemed a distant, foreign thing within the safety of their cocoon.

“Sorry, did I wake you?” Vegas murmured, not sounding particularly contrite. His voice was the drag of fine silk through a rough palm, husky in a way that prickled Pete’s skin. Pete nuzzled back against the pillow to offer up more of his neck.

Vegas accepted his submission more gently than expected. Instead of pressing down on his carotid, he stroked a line across it, touch so light it tickled. The curtain of night hid his eyes and most of his expression, but the narrow rays of moonlight that filtered through the gaps in the blinds reflected faint silver trails down his cheeks.

An image flashed through Pete’s mind—flickers of gold, liquid and gleaming against lazy rivulets of red. Alarm sliced through the heat that had been coiling its lazy way around his insides. “You okay?” he asked.

“Fine.” Vegas cleared his throat and slid up to pat Pete’s cheek. The air shuddered out of him. “I’m…very lucky to have you, Pete.”

Now that he was looking for it, Pete could feel the slight tremor in Vegas’s fingertips. His chest panged.

He set a hand on Vegas’s stomach and followed the well-known paths of his ribs to settle on the knot of scar tissue just under his heart. Here, he could feel how Vegas’s breath hitched and then went deliberately even. Pete nosed up under his chin. Vegas smelled of warm skin, sour sweat, and the faintest whiff of metal. “Can talk if you need,” Pete mumbled, lips brushing the hollow of his throat.

The way Vegas reached around to cradle his head was clumsy. His calluses snagged on the tangles in Pete’s hair and tugged at his scalp. Pete didn’t mind the sting; it seemed the logical price of being held in a lover’s claws.

“Just a dream,” Vegas told him dismissively. Where the claws turned inwards, his pulse was a small, trapped creature—it rabbited along under Pete’s splayed fingers.

Pete nodded. “Just a dream,” he echoed, softer. He curled an arm around Vegas’s waist and nudged him onto the mattress, settling in his arms. Like this, chest to chest, Vegas’s breaths synchronized to his. Like this, Pete knew his heart would gradually slow. “You’re here. I’m here.”

Vegas kissed his forehead. “Still here. Still alive.”

“Still alive.” Pete smiled. “Last I checked, anyway.”

The air caught in Vegas’s throat—then he pulled Pete in tighter, clutching him close. “Not a funny joke,” he muttered.

Pete laughed softly. “Sleep, stupid. I’ll see you in the morning.”

[beelsbignaturals]

AN: This is part of my larger worldbuilding series. Which can be found under that tag. I will finish my demon form headcanons at some point but I'm taking a break from that until inspiration strikes once again. Sorry Lucifer and Beel 🥺 anyways this installment will be in three parts, part one which will have Pride, Lust, and Sloth, and parts two and three which will split up the remaining four sins.

TW(almost all of these are just vauge mentions ngl): manipulation, demons being demons, mentions of torture, dubious boss-employee dynamics but not in the sexy way, aphrodisiac mentions, drugging mention? , sex work mention (support sworkers ♡), violence, sleep deprivation, insanity, sleep paralysis, nightmares (I think that's everything? It's not like. Super bad I just want to be on the safe side)

OBEY ME! SHALL WE DATE WORLDBUILDING

😈 Avatars of Sin: Part One 😈

The seven brothers are not the first avatars of sin. That title was previously given to high-ranking nobility. They spend centuries trying to prove their worth while also undermining the competition. So it was a big slap in the face when a bunch of former angels suddenly got such coveted positions.

Mephistopheles was particularly angry because the general assumption was that due to his relationship with Diavolo, Mephistopheles would be practically guaranteed a place as an avatar. 

The Avatars of Sin are expected to watch over and make sure that demons of that particular sin are doing their jobs and staying in line. Punishment of subordinates falls on the avatars unless it is a big enough misstep to have them taken to the Demon Lord for judgment. 

Pride demons use various means to fuel an unsuspecting human's ego. They tend to prey either on those with low esteem or an inflated sense of self-importance. They'll worm their way into the victim's life slowly but surely. An entry-level Pride Demon job would be masquerading as a human hairdresser, personal assistant, or occasionally, a potential lover. They spend their time building up the confidence of the human, giving compliments that seem normal but soon morph into reminding the victim regularly that they are better than everyone else. Then, after the human is effectively convinced that they are the best…it's time to tear down all that self-confidence they built. Driving the unlucky soul to either fall into despair or fight to bring themselves back to the top, no matter who they hurt along the way.

A human that is more weak to demonic influence may fall prey to a Magic Mirror. Only a few of these cursed objects are in existence. A Pride demon uses their magic to expertly enchant a mirror to know exactly how to break those unfortunate enough to find it. Whether it's making whoever looks upon it to see the most beautiful version of themselves or emphasize every little flaw and insecurity. These mirrors can only be destroyed by powerful magic.

The more elite Pride demons, handpicked by the current Avatar, spend their days at parties with the rich and famous. These demons, in particular, have benefited from influencer culture. They mingle, acting as producers and managers and other such important people. They find the most weak minded at these events and do basically the same as their lower ranked counterparts, just with more entertaining prey.

Lucifer is, predictably, a very harsh boss. He doesn't tolerate imperfection. How can you hope to influence humans if you aren't flawless? Praise from someone who is everything you could ever dream to be is much more effective after all. Demons working under Lucifer often have their workload increased. Another decade of work for each hour you waste by not being Perfect. Repeat offenders become Cerberus' chew toys. It is very hard to become one of his Elite. And even harder to keep that position.

Lust demons are like sirens. They hang out in nightclubs, singing along to every song that is even mildly sexual in nature. It's quite easy to pretend to just be another drunk person having a good time, only for their voice to influence the unsuspecting humans. It's a running joke in the Devildom that Lust demons put their blood sweat and tears into their work. That's because they do. All their bodily fluids contain some degree of an aphrodisiac. Some pose as bartenders, adding a little secret ingredient to make the patrons a little more likely to give in to their desires.

Of course, bars aren't the only place Lust demons hang out. They are all around. Flirting with the cute cashier, rizzing up people on the street. Some even take the easy route and become sex workers in the human world. It's much easier to tempt someone when they already planned on doing something. Though some think this is 'lazy' and many who choose this strategy are teased, saying perhaps they have more of an affinity for sloth. There aren't really different jobs for Lust demons the way there is for others. That's not to say they don't have preferences on how to get the job done. Some demons prefer to sleep with humans themselves, while others like to use their powers to make the humans do all the work, killing two or more birds with one stone.

Asmo can either be the best or worst boss, depending on his mood. If you break rules (hypnotism is for NON WORK RELATED ACTIVITIES ONLY) or just piss him off… the poor demons who just don't live up to his standards quickly become glorified assistants so Asmo doesn't have to do as much work. Or they are gutted, torn apart by perfectly manicured hands.

Every few years, there is a mass orgy organized by Asmo's current #1 employee for all sorts of folks to come around. If you have a pact with a Lust demon, you are sure to get an invite. Witches, succubi, and demons alike are eager to score a ticket. It doubles as a networking opportunity!

Sloth demons have two main jobs. Terrorizing humans by causing nightmares and influencing them to be lazy. Some opt to cause such aggressive nightmares that make their victim wake up in a cold sweat, becoming so afraid of sleep that they abuse stimulants until they either go insane from sleep deprivation or pass out from exhaustion, making the cycle repeat. Sloth demons can manage a subtle form of possession once their victim is tired. Masquerading as the human's own inner dialog and convincing them that, "no… you should just rest. Fuck the deadline, you had a hard day. Just a little break won't hurt." It starts out with convincing the human they deserve to rest but progresses as the poor idiot becomes more and more susceptible to demonic influence.

The highest honor the average Sloth demon can achieve is becoming an official Sleep Paralysis Demon.

Most of them start out as a child's Boogeyman before graduating to possession of those with weaker wills. After completing those stages, the demon will either be promoted to Nightmare or Demonic Influence. Being demoted back to Boogeyman would make a Sloth demon the object of ridicule by their peers.

Belphegor is relatively easygoing as far as an Avatar goes. His preferred method of discipline is to just send someone back to the rank of Boogeyman. Which, some would rather deal with torture over the humiliation, but, hey, you can't win 'em all.

[middleearthpixie]

Promise Me ~ Chapter Fifteen

Summary: Friends since childhood, Gabriella has long held back her feelings where Boromir is concerned, as she did not want to risk losing his friendship if he didn't feel the same. But, then he is summoned to Rivendell, and the night before he is to leave, he stuns Gabriella by confessing his feelings for her as well. 

But, war is coming and he cannot put off what he knows must be done. All Gabriella can do is wait for him and pray for his safe return. 

Fandom: The Lord of the Rings (AU, Boromir lives)

Pairing: Boromir x ofc Gabriella

Warnings: none 

Rating: T

Word Count: 3.4k

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Previous chapters can be found here.

“What?”

Gabriella stepped back at Dory’s near-screech. “Shhh!”

“Oh, sorry!” Dory clapped a hand over her mouth, leaning closer as she said, “What happened?”

“I—I don't even know,” Gabriella replied softly, tapping her forefinger against her teacup before bringing that same hand up to rub her forehead. It was hard to believe not even twelve hours had passed since she left Boromir’s flat with her heart shattered and dreams broken. For the rest of the night, sleep mocked her, and as the sun broke over the horizon, she gave up trying and got up. She’d been moving ever since, trying not think about what happened, even as she wondered how it could have all gotten away from them both the way it had. 

“Gab?”

“Everything was fine. Wonderful, even. And then—” she shook her head—“it wasn't wonderful at all.”

She met Dory’s concerned stare. “He sees me as no more than a vessel, Dory, for carrying his children. That’s all. And he doesn’t understand how I might find offense at that.”

“He did not.”

She nodded. “He did. He had it all planned out and when I said I didn't know if I even wanted children…”

“Oh, no.”

“Oh, yes.” 

“Is there anyway you two just simply miscommunicated? You did say it was the middle of the night and he’d just woken from a nightmare.”

She offered Dory a level look. “He said flat out it was my job, Dory. I don't think that was a miscommunication at all…”

Dory winced. “Er, no. Not really, I guess.”

“Exactly.” 

“I’m so sorry, Gab.”

“I’ve spent half my life loving him, Dory. And not only does he not love me the same way, but he sees me as nothing more than a—a vessel. And he cannot possibly understand why I would not be thrilled to pieces to be chosen by him to carry his babies.”

Dory sighed softly. “Is there any chance you just didn't quite understand him?”

Gabriella’s gut kinked as she rolled her eyes. “Oh, not you, too.”

“No, no, of course not. But, is there?”

“No!”

“All right, I’m just making sure. We know what happens when tempers flare, and sometimes things get taken out of context or misunderstood, is all.” Dory reached across the table to pat her hand. “Perhaps you both need a few days. I mean, everything has happened so very quickly for you both. You were friends for so long and then in the blink of an eye, he’s asking you to marry him and all.”

“Perhaps, but I don't think so.” Gabriella sank back in her chair, a sense of hopelessness settling about her. “We want different things and they are too different for us to be together. So, I think it’s far more than us simply needing a few days.”

“Would you like me to speak to him?”

“No offense, Dory, but that is the last thing I wish.”

For a moment, Dory looked hurt, but then, with a sigh, she nodded. “No, none taken. I would most likely only make matters worse. But, don’t give up hope, Gab. You and Boromir have been with each other since you were children. I refuse to believe this is the end of you.”

“I wish I was as hopeful as you, but I think it is, indeed, the end of us.” Gabriella’s eyes stung with hot tears once more. She was so tired of crying, of her eyes being so puffy and bloodshot and her nose running seemingly without end. Her head ached and her sinuses felt clogged with wet sand. And yet, she could not help herself and she could not stop it.

Her eyes overflowed and she banged a fist on the table in frustration. “I’m sorry, Dory… I just… It hurts…”

Dory popped up from her chair and hurried about the table to throw her arms about Gabriella and hugged her tight. “I know, love,” she whispered, smoothing a hand along Gabriella’s hair. “I know.”

Boromir scowled as he stepped out onto the balcony overlooking the city. His head ached as a result of the skin of mead he’d drunk after Gabby left his flat. An entire skin of mead  and nothing had changed. 

In the span of ten minutes, he’d lost everything he’d held dear. 

The sun broke over the horizon, pale fingers of gold light stretching out as far as the eye could see. In the distance, he squinted at the Eye of Mordor, still watching over them. If Frodo was near Mount Doom, the Eye gave no indication as yet.

The dull ache in his leg, in his chest, seemed to strengthen as he considered riding out to try to catch up with the Fellowship, or what was left of it. Why shouldn’t he? He had no reason to remain in Minas Tirith now.

He turned to go back into his flat, where he grabbed the mead skin that was not quite empty yet and lifted it to his lips to drain it. It took away the edges of his headache, softened the pain to the point where he no longer focused on it as he dressed and then tugged on his boots. 

When he was dressed, he went out, down to the stables, where Cadell already toiled, cleaning out one of the stalls. Boromir paused, as the last thing he wanted was for the man to pepper him with questions regarding Gabby. His wounds were still too raw, his sense of loss too acute.

Of course, he could just go to her flat and talk it out, but somehow, he thought it would just turn into another fight. He could try to talk her into changing her mind, but did he truly want that?

No. 

And neither did she.

So, it was for the best, that they part ways now, before things grew infinitely more complicated. And the best way for him to cope with that, would be to just leave Minas Tirith for now. When he returned, should he do so, it would no longer matter, for Gabby would probably find someone else in that time, someone who wanted the same things she wanted. 

“Good morning, my lord,” Cadell greeted him, his words stiff with formality. “What brings you here so early?”

“I need you to saddle me the strongest horse in this stable.”

“For what, if I might ask?”

“Just do it.”

“Is everything all right? You look tired.”

“It is no concern of yours. Just do as I said, please.”

“Of course.”

As Cadell went into the tack room, Boromir stepped out into the cool breeze, lifting his face to it as a wave of nausea slammed into him. The mead had nothing to do with it, as it was sense of loss that swelled within him as he let his eyes close. The breeze ruffled through his hair, swept against his skin like a caress and all he could think about was going back to Gabby’s flat and trying to talk to her.

But his pride wouldn’t let him. 

He’d done nothing wrong but be honest. He wanted children and he wanted them with Gabby and if she didn’t, then there was nothing for them to talk about. 

“My lord!”

He jumped at the yell, spinning about to see one of Ioreth’s assistants hurrying down the road toward the stables. “Yes?”

“Ioreth… sent… me…” The man bent at the waist as he fought to draw breath, holding up a finger as he did so. 

Boromir waited patiently, despite his pounding head and roiling gut and when the man finally dragged in a deep breath and then straightened, he said, “Faramir… he’s awake.”

“What?”

The man nodded. “Come with me and see for yourself.”

Elation filled Boromir, a true elation he’d not felt in years. Turning to Cadell, who’d come out of the stables leading a large piebald horse, he said, “I’ll be back in a bit. Sorry for the trouble.”

“It’s no trouble at all. But, should I send word to Gabby? I’m sure she’d want to know about his lordship as well.”

Boromir shook his head, trying to ignore the pang at hearing Gabby’s name. “That won’t be necessary. Excuse me.”

“Of course.”

“Come with me,” Ioreth’s assistant directed, gesturing for him to follow. “He was sitting up and talking when I left.”

Boromir fell into step with him. “How is he otherwise?”

“That I do not know. Ioreth was about to examine him when she told me to come fetch you. I do hope I did not pull you from something of importance.”

“No worries. You didn’t.” He hurried along with him as fast as his sore leg would allow and as they drew near the sixth level of the city, his heart pounded his ribs and black dots bobbed before his eyes.

“Should I send someone to Miss Gabriella’s residence?”

“No.”

“Very well.”

They didn't speak again until they crossed into the Houses of Healing, when the assistant said, “He is—”

“I know where he is, thank you.” Boromir strode away from him, toward Faramir’s chambers, only to have Ioreth emerge with a smile and hold out a hand to him. 

“It is a miracle,” she said by way of greeting, “for he seems to be exactly as he was.”

Boromir’s eyes stung and his throat squeezed so tightly, he could neither breathe nor swallow. He didn't trust himself to speak, but could only nod.

“I know.” Ioreth slipped her arm through his and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Come and see for yourself.”

He braced himself for her offer to fetch Gabby, but she said nothing of the sort as she led him into Faramir’s room. 

Faramir sat up, pale and exhausted-looking, but alive and in one piece and he offered up a tired smile as he said, “It certainly took you long enough.”

The lump in Boromir’s throat was shattered by his laugh and he moved to engulf his brother in a bear hug. “I was down at the stables, mind you. I got here as quickly as I could.” He gave Faramir a squeeze. “It’s so good to hear your voice again.”

“Of course it is,” Faramir replied with a tired laugh, squeezing him back before pulling free to sink into his pillows. Dark bruise-like shadows ringed beneath his eyes as he slowly looked Boromir over. “Are you all right? I’m the one who was near death, remember.”

Ioreth brought over a chair. “Sit, Boromir. You need remember you’re healing still as well.”

“That’s right. Perhaps I’m not the only one who’s come near death.” Faramir’s brows pulled low. “I found your horn, Boromir. Just south of the Entwash. How is it you are not dead? I—I thought you were, that you must have been, for I heard the horn bleat and then…”

“Thank you, Ioreth,” Boromir said as he gingerly sank into the chair and turned back to his brother. “I should be dead, and I came very close to it, but the Fates were kind to me and gave me a second chance and so I managed to return.”

“And has there been any news of Frodo and Samwise?”

Boromir sat up straighter, the ache in his thigh too great to ignore. “You know of them?” he asked, gently massaging the muscle around his wounds. 

“Aye, I do. Our paths crossed at Ithilien and I thought they were spies of Sauron’s.” Faramir met his gaze. “They told me of your task, of your Fellowship, and at first, I thought perhaps he’d had something to do with your death, judging by his reaction when I spoke your name.”

Boromir’s gut kinked sharply, a sour taste flooding his mouth as he waited for Faramir to express his shame, his disappointment in his older brother. His mouth suddenly dry, he managed nonetheless to ask, “And what was his reaction?”

“He was grieving, as was Samwise.” Faramir’s hand came down atop his. “We all grieved for you. And now, I sit here and look upon you with my own eyes once more. How is this possible?”

“Same as how I look at you with my own eyes. You were struck down on a battlefield, Faramir. I thought I’d lost you just as I’d lost Father.”

Darkness flashed through Faramir’s blue eyes. “He grieved you, as well. He would not have grieved me.”

“Don’t be silly. Of course he would.”

“No.” Faramir shook his head, taking his hand away. “He wouldn’t. Trust me there, Boromir. He all but said as much. He would be thrilled to see you sitting here, alive and well.”

“Be that as it may, I am thrilled to see you sitting here, alive and well.”

“That makes two of us.”

Boromir laughed with him, and for a moment, his heart felt lighter than it had in a long time. It had been a long time since they had been able to just sit and talk and he was in no hurry to leave at all. 

“So, the rumors were true.”

Boromir stiffened at the sound of Gabby’s voice, and turned his head to see her in the doorway. His heart lurched, but she did not even look his way as she smiled at Faramir, who returned it brightly.

“They were indeed. Come in.”

“I cannot stay,” she said, striding over to his bedside, where she bent and engulfed him in a tight hug that had jealousy poking into Boromir with bright green talons. Those talons only grew sharper when she brushed Faramir’s forehead with a kiss and said, “I’ve never been so glad to see someone.”

“I’m sure you were just as happy when Boromir returned, weren’t you?”

“Well, yes, of course I was.” Now Gabby looked over at him, and Boromir did not miss the hurt that flashed through those otherwise tranquil gray eyes. She turned back to Faramir. “But this is just as wonderful. We’ve all been hoping beyond hope this day would come.”

Faramir looked from her to Boromir and back. “Have I missed something whilst I hovered between worlds?”

“No not a thing,” Gabby told him, shaking her head. “And now, I will let you get some rest. I’ll come by later, if you are up to visitors.”

“Gabby, you have an open invitation.”

“I’ll remember that.”

With that, she turned and as she left the room, Faramir said, “Is she angry with you?”

With a low sigh, Boromir sank back in his chair, his thigh forgotten, and nodded. “Very much so, actually. It’s a long, dull story and I’ll save it for a time when you need something to help you sleep.”

Faramir shook his head. “You should go and talk to her. Smooth her ruffled feathers. You will regret it otherwise.”

Boromir glanced toward the now-empty doorway. “She’s probably gone by now.”

“Don’t be a jackanapes. I’ll be here. Go and talk to her.”

Boromir raked a hand through his hair as he continued to stare at the doorway. Then, he slowly rose. “I’ll be back in but a minute.”

“Take as long as you need. It isn’t as if I’m leaving any time soon.”

Boromir grinned despite the way his heart beat so erratically and his stomach tossed about so wickedly. But that grin faded as he stepped out into the corridor and saw Gabby round the corner at the end of it. 

For a moment, he thought of just going back and sitting with his brother, but then, he thought better of it and went after Gabby, as fast as his still-aching leg would allow him to travel. He caught up with her just around the bend. “Gabby?”

She stopped short, her shoulders stiff, and slowly turned back to him. “What?”

She looked as if her night was as rough as his had been. “Faramir’s back.”

“I know. I was just there, remember?”

A sense of idiocy tore through him, the urge to kick himself stronger than it had ever been before. “Maybe we need to talk.”

“About what? You spoke your piece last eve, remember? I don't think there is anything left for us to talk about, is there?”

Painfully aware of those around them, as the corridor was the main artery in the Houses of Healing, he said, “I was caught off guard by you last eve, Gabby. By the entire conversation, actually. Perhaps in bed, in the middle of the night was not the place to discuss it?”

A hint of color rose along her cheekbones as two healers passing by offered up disapproving looks. “And here is better?”

“Well, no,” he admitted as those disapproving looks came his way. “Although, it isn’t as if it is anyone else’s business.”

Now the two healers went red in the face, ducking their heads as they hurried on down past them. Boromir turned back to Gabby, who looked utterly wiped out, her glorious pale hair pulled into a hasty knot with several tendrils falling about her face, and her eyes were heavy-lidded and somewhat puffy. 

“No,” she told him softly, reaching up to rub one eye, “I don't suppose it was. But, at the same time, it’s something we should have discussed earlier.”

“I agree. We should have.”

“But, my answer wouldn’t have been any different, Boromir,” she told him, lowering her hand as she met his gaze again. 

“But you might change your mind.” He regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth, and even more so when her silvery eyes swirled more pewter now.

“I don't know that I will.”

“But you might.”

“Boromir, I cannot keep having this same debate. At the moment, no. I do not see myself with children. I have not ruled them out entirely, but I simply do not see it.”

“But if you would just—”

“Don’t you dare,” she growled, her eyes narrowing now. “Do not keep insisting you know me better than I know me.”

“I’m not suggesting that at all. All I’m saying is—”

“All you’re saying is you think you can persuade me or coerce me or sweet talk me into having a baby. You are not listening to me at all. And I think we are done here.”

“Gabby, if you would just—”

“No. I’m not just anything.” She shook her head vehemently, one hand coming up as if to ward him off. “And I am not discussing it. We obviously want different things, and there is nothing wrong with that where some things are concerned.

“But this isn’t some things. This is a big thing. A very big thing. So, I don't think there is anything left for either one of us to say right now.”

His gut churned furiously now, that sick feeling worsening as he forced himself to say, “So, just like that, we are over?”

She didn't reply at first, which raised his hopes, even if only a tad. But then, her eyes shimmering and red, she nodded. “I think we have to be. I—I don't know how we keep going on, when we do not want the same thing.”

“I want you, Gabby. That has not changed.”

“Perhaps not, but there can be no real future with us at odds over something so fundamentally basic.” She shook her head. “There simply can’t.”

He folded his arms, gazing down at her as he said, “I love you.”

“I know.” She looked up to meet his eyes. “That’s the worst part of it, because I love you, too.”

“So, you don't even wish to try to overcome this? You’d rather just walk away then?”

“I don't think it can be overcome.”

“Fine.” He threw up his hands as he took a step back. “That’s it then. If that’s how you want it to be, so be it. Take care of yourself, Gabriella.”

“I’m sorry, Boromir.”

“So am I.” He spun about then, and promptly crashed into a tiny brunette coming out of one of the other rooms. “I beg your pardon.”

She smiled up at him. “It’s quite all right, my lord.”

He ignored her smile, ignored her words, but simply stepped around her and strode back toward Faramir’s room, only to find his brother had fallen asleep. 

No matter. He threw himself into his chair at Faramir’s bedside, cursed himself out for doing so when pain flared through his leg, and sat forward, his head falling into his hands, and thought about just how great a mistake he’d made in letting Gabby get away from him. 

[beautifulmakkaris]

would love to hear your buffy!chrissy headcannons if you're happy to share

anon i am so sorry, this ask has been in my inbox for WEEKS and i was simply a big dope and missed it

i would absolutely LOVE to share my buffy!chrissy headcanons, i love two (2) tiny blonde cheerleaders haunted by supernatural beings :)))

chrissy is chosen around 15 which is when her nightmares and hallucinations start... except they're actually prophecy dreams

everything we see happen with the main party is just the tip of the iceberg, every time shit goes down in stranger things they're dealing with the just one threat, chrissy is in the background dealing with EVERYTHING ELSE THATS GOING ON

chrissy is under pressure from every aspect of her life, from the cheer squad, from her mom, from jason and now from the watchers council

ooh maybe ms kelley the guidance counsellor is her watcher

or the cheer coach and being head cheerleader is cover for their training sessions, they're 'planning routines'

someone in the eddissy tag mentioned eddie as a vampire and i feel like he would be the perfect mix of angel and spike lmao like the softness of angel and the chains and leather of spike with maybe a smidgen of xander's comic relief (but not his misogyny)

eddie is actually pulling an edward cullen and constantly repeating senior year because he never graduated in life and doesn't know how to pretend to be an actual adult so just keeps being a senior until the school kicks him out and then he joins a new one lmao

y'all were pressed about the age gap before

she gets drawn into the vecna plot but snaps out of the trance thanks to her slayer abilities

as she drops to the floor eddie is freaking out and she's like man that isn't even the weirdest thing thats happened to me this week

she fully knows he's a vampire and the watchers council has been telling her to slay him for years but she always argues that he never actually hurts anyone......andhe'skindofcute

she arranged going to his trailer bc her watcher had finally demanded she slay him, but naturally she was instead planning on warning him so he could skip town except vecna ruined that plan

the bit in the bench scene where he like dramatically falls off the bench but he's like 'ugh you've staked me right in the heart' and she's like my dude how have you fooled everyone for so long

oh what if her 86 necklace was made of silver and the first time they kiss it burns against his collarbone and he doesn't even notice like angel with buffy's cross that one time

she thinks his hellfire club is actually training to fight demons and is very disappointed when she meets them all, despite their claims to have faced down monsters before

the party and chrissy fight about terminology ALL THE TIME

'we have to go into the upside down' 'you mean the hellmouth' '...no i mean the upside down' 'right...except its actually the hellmouth'

the party using their dnd names for things and chrissy being like 'demodogs? do you mean the hellhounds?' or 'why do you keep calling the blah blah blah demon a demogorgon :/'

dustin being like yeah so we've saved the town THREE times now and chrissy being like '...only three? that's cute'

she and nancy bond over their favourite weapons (chrissy has a 'mr pointy' stake and suggests nancy names her shotgun too)

chrissy definitely clocks that max is a potential and subtly tries to give her pointers before the fight

she hopes when she dies max doesn't get chosen as the next slayer because she doesn't want her to go through life like chrissy has, but maybe vecna is drawn to slayers because of their power and magical potency...

anyway i just think chrissy in her cheer uniform carrying a crossbow super nonchalantly would be super neat

bonus headcanon! robin becomes a witch and they're best friends and it's buffy and willow ok

[soldier-requests]

https://www.tumblr.com/soldier-requests/742779174051364864/hello-can-i-ask-for-a-playlist-for-a?source=share

hello, sorry for not specifying. nothing from a certain media, the kintype in general. but if a character can help with it, something like Barbatos from obey me!, but I don't kin him. he isn't stated as a realitywarper anyway-

and about songs.. things like Six Forty Seven by insupendo ; Solitude from Candlemass and Vermillion by Slipknot?

thank you for your hardwork :). [please tag @orderling when you're done.]

hello!! okay i gotcha now, thanks for clarifying; hopefully you like whatever i ended up finding ^_^.

and thank you! i appreciate the compliment :]].

(@orderling)

under a cut because this one's pretty long XD.

songs go like "song" + "artist"

dividers from @/just-my-latest-hyperfixation and @/baexywth

"Falling" + "Instupendo"

"128" + "machingum"

"This Could Build Us a Home" + "The Garden"

"Where Is My Mind" + "Safari Riot" and "Grayson Sanders"

"Vanished" + "Crystal Castles"

"Suffer With Me" + "líue"

"LOVELY BASTARDS" + "ZWE1HVNDXR" and "yatashigang"

"Catalysts for Her Awakening" + "Avith Ortega"

"Insidious" + "joseph bishara"

"The Sound Of Your Fear" + "Midi Blossom"

"Key" + "C418"

"It's Playtime" + "MOB Games"

"Browser History" + "Graham Kartna"

"A Burning Memory" + "Reece Moseley"

"warm nights" + "Xori"

"Lavender Town" + "8-Bit Arcade"

"Lavender Town" + "Bitmaster"

"you not the same" + "TileKid"

"Judah's Lullaby" + "REPULSIVE"

"Kyomi's Lullaby" + "REPULSIVE"

"バラック集落" (In English: "Barrack Settlements" or "Barracks") + "Kikiyama"

"PP1" + "Frakkur"

"Deep Swim" + "Windows 96"

"Sony" + "VHS LOGOS"

"Implanted Memories" + "Infinity Frequencies"

"The descent" + "Infinity Frequencies"

"Agony" (Instrumental) + "Scammacist"

"Echoes of Tranquility" + "Nocturne"

"Stars Will Fall" + "Duster"

"Choking on Flowers" + "Fox Academy"

"Dust Collector" + "YG Hypnos"

"Memoir #02 [06.12.09]" + "Maria Pseftoga" and "May Roosevelt"

"The Lobotomy" + "Maebi"

"Year Zero" + "Ghost"

"Con Clavi Con Dio" + "Ghost"

"Prime Mover" + "Ghost"

"Call Me Little Sunshine" + "Ghost"

"The Killer in My Skull" + "Alastor"

"I'll Cut You Down" + "Uncle Acid & The Deadbeats"

"Them!" + "Acid Mammoth"

"Strong Reflection" + "Mars Red Sky"

"Prehistoric Dog" + "Red Fang"

"The Culling" + "Chelsea Wolfe"

"Christ is Dead" + "Crypt Sermon"

"Beneath the Torchfire Glare" + "Crypt Sermon"

"Mare of the Night" + "Below"

"The Coven" + "Below"

"Seeds of the Desolate" + "Solitude Aeturnus"

"Fallen Empire" + "Dawn Of Winter"

"Ragnaradi Eve" + "Scald"

"In the Open Sea" + "Scald"

"Black Colossus" + "Funeral Circle"

"Scion of Infinity" + "Funeral Circle"

"Spiritus Mortis" + "I Am a Name on Your Funeral Wreath"

"Lost Horizons" + "Memento Mori"

"The Sword Woman" + "Smoulder"

"The Poltergeist" + "Count Raven"

"Beyond the Horizon" + "Isole"

"Among the Exalted" + "Godthrymm"

"Wolf God" + "Grand Magus"

"Here Be Monsters" + "Apocalypse Orchestra"

"Bring Me To Life" + "Evanescence"

"Break Stuff" + "Limp Bizkit"

"Bodies" + "Drowning Pool"

"Down with the Sickness" + "Disturbed"

"Yuve Yuve Yu" + "The HU"

"Up to the Flames" + "Ludovico Technique"

"Framed In Blood" (Remastered 2006) + "The 69 Eyes"

"Heavy Lies The Crown" + "In Fear And Faith"

"Last Man Stranded" + "In Fear And Faith"

"A Fire On A Hill" + "Hands Like Houses"

"Let Me In" + "Dead Silence Hides My Cries"

"Murder Mitten" + "I See Stars"

"Melancholia" + "Dark Sarah"

"Every Little Thing" + "Dishwalla"

"The Air-Conditioned Nightmare" + "Mr. Bungle"

"The Diary Of Jane" + "Breaking Benjamin"

"Truth" + "Seether"

"Woohoo" + "Fleshwater"

"Waking the Demon" + "Bullet For My Valentine"

"Orchid" (Remastered 2014) + "Black Sabbath"

"Neon Knights" (Remastered 2008) + "Black Sabbath"

"Holy Diver" + "Dio"

"Rainbow in the Dark" + "Dio"

"Anesthesia" + "Type O Negative"

"Nettie" + "Type O Negative"

"Love You to Death" + "Type O Negative"

"Haunted" (Per Version) + "Type O Negative"

"Rev 22-20" + "Puscifer"

"Dragonaut" + "Sleep"

[fictionkinfessions]

Alright, I'm gonna talk about Simon coherently this time.

Ahh Simon Minor, where do I start..

He was very kind. Very caring, very compassionate, soft.

I was none of those things. I was cold, angry, ruthless, I was a monster, the Demon on his shoulder.

But honestly, I took care of him. Well, I think, for the most part.

We kept each other alive with whatever electric magic energy we used to keep his body, my vessel, alive. Well, moving, but it was dead otherwise.

Despite all that, what I put him through, everything else he'd gone through, he kept being.. good.

Even when people would hurt him, he'd still apologize and try to get them to stop...

Most times they wouldn't, because he was essentially an escaped criminal who was supposed to be six feet under. To them.

And that's where I'd step in. Y'know, to teach them a lesson. (With electricity. Very effective!)

...I miss him.

I miss his niceness, his willingness to deal with me despite the fact that I basically was his worst nightmare, to accept me somewhat, to be fine with the things I'd say or do, like.. being sleep deprived and nagging him to do random things while he was also sleep deprived and he kept his patience and just didn't let me do stupid shit.

He was such a nice vessel. (Sounds weird to say, but I mean it truly.)

He was also a good friend.

Simon.

I'm sorry we couldn't cooperate. I'm sorry we were banished. I'm sorry I did everything you may have hated me for.

I understand if you don't want to know me anymore.

I just want you to know you were the best person fate could have eternally stuck me to, and that.. you were right. And that you were better than me.

I'm sorry. Thank you, Simon.

...

silly little man.

-The Mind Electric, Hawaii Part 2 by Miracle Musical, #🃏💜💗🤡 (would this even count as songkin anymore? still tag songkin anyways)

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[officersnickers]

Hi i see you love my post about isabella being a dentist to her kids. Thank you so much :D Also i would like to give a bit of a brainstorming and answering your questions based on my opinions/theories Personally for me when i was a kid losing a tooth is not as disturbing one would think especially when you have a parent like isabella who assures you that it will grow back because you are still a child and it will not hurt because your teeth are not permanent yet. (i experienced many of my teeth being pulled due to tooth decay when i was young) but again its my opinion and experience. I'm not invalidating you or anything. I'm sorry if i did. (plus isabella can be manipulative at times and would bribe her kids with rewards) other question - are the kids vaccinated? while it is possible that they have doctors in the tpn world that does not mean they live in the same time and mindset as us. I believe My answer would be no. There's no viruses like covid in the tpn world. Just simple sickness like colds. Plus they live in a different time and "safe" isolated area. what happens when someone needs an operation? ok this is a tricky one. I believe it would depend on what part of the body that needs a surgery. They will either give the kids an operation while they are babies to cure whatever disease they got or give the baby to the demons. They can't risk the kids finding out the dark truth. Meaning very very few people will go the the orphanage.

but what if the kid needs surgery when they are no longer babies?

I can imagine the mamas make sure the kids eat on time, drink 8 or more glasses a day, sleep on time, and many health procedures. So chances of that happening are rarely. but when they do, they will probably get shipped out or the mama will be the one doing the surgery. who knows Maybe they will send a doctor?????? idk what do you think?

First of all, thank you for giving such a great analyses! It was a pleasure to further think about your takes.

Talking (and apparently writing) about The Promised Neverland, one of my favourite hobbies ^^ I‘m delighted to see my little babbling in the tags made the gears in your head spin and twist and even resulted in a further analyses!

Surely, a child loosing a tooth is something truly natural and normal; still, even as a kindergarten teacher, seeing some teeth hanging on their dear life in a childrens mouth is giving me nightmares, for sure 😨🦷

Surely Isabella would have found a way by the events of the series to make the procedure less stress- and painful, so the children would have no second thought than to come to her when they will start loosing their teeth (if they grow old enough for this event to happen). Surely, the headquarters showed the sisters and Mamas to be how to deal with children loosing their teeth – however they did this – and Isabella has surely seen worse by now than a bleeding gap in a children‘s gum.

Are the children vaccinated – you said probably no, I would beg to differ and would say: It depends. I just looked up which vaccinations are recommended in the first twelve months (which would be the time window till the babies are shipped out to the farm). Tetanus (which would be a must have for children who could hurt themselves anytime!), diphteria, whooping cough, poliomyelitis, HIB, pneumococci, rotaviruses and/ or meningococci. You may ask why they should vaccinate the children, since they will probably never get in contact with these diseases, but remember this: The babies are constantly together with other children and adults. On top of that, we don’t know how much contact the sisters/ Grandmother have to deal with the demons and Ratris, which also work in the headquarters. It’s surely safe to assume the demons don’t want to loose their precious meat to diseases they could prevent prior, even if the children never would get in contact with them anyway.

Additionally, I also would assume the sister candidates get more vaccinations as soon as they enter headquarters. Spreading diseases in a farm and possibly bringing harm to the goods aka the babies would be the worst case scenario for the demons, I bet. Non to mention, rubella for example could kill the precious merchandise or lead to severe disablities. For a farm that concentrates on intelligent cattle children, this would be a no-go.

Plus, Covid – are we sure one of the scientists or Ratri’s who operated at the headquarters didn’t spread it at one point in the 20’s in any farm? I wouldn’t bet my money on the fact that the big ol’ Rona spared the demon side of the world 🤔😷

Now, operations. Normally, the Mamas and Sisters wouldn’t be in need of it, I guess. On the other hand, Krone stated the orphanage is equipped with tools and medicine products if all would fail.

After all, children are stupid and reckless and even if their bones are more flexible, they are not invincible. One could hurt and break something any time, and for this events the caretakers are surely prepared.

Not to forget, Isabella knew excatly how to break a leg effectivly without making further harm (poor Emma, but it was still impressive). These techniques are probably learned at headquarters and even more, trained with other sister/ Mama-candidated. How many bones did they broke each other while their training? I don’t even want to think about.

Surely enough, the caretakers know, well, how to take care of open wounds, doing stiches, treatening allergic reactions or other diseases a child could develop in the few years they’ve got.

About the former sisters and Mamas becoming doctors – why not? We already saw some of them implementing the heart chips into the girl’s hearts, not to mention to possibility of having to do a c-section, so all some of them would need would be degree in medicine. If they would pursue this goal is another question, regarding everything they are through...

That would be my hot take on this whol discussion. What do you all think? How would Grace Field House (or any other farm) handle these kind of thinks?

[bobtheacorn]

WIP progress tag game

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

*LAUGHS IN PAIN* Since I have over 300 WIPS across multiple fandoms, I’ll only tag the ones I am like Actively Picking at in some capacity, otherwise we will be here for an eternity and a half! TY @just-another-dreamerr for the tag! FYI this is why I don’t get Shit done half the time…. It’s the ADHD alright! Judgement-free zone! Lmao

RISE TMNT

alleviate the symptoms

APRITELLO WEEK WADDUP

august moonrise

brumation _ apritello qpr

there is light _ bad timeline future!leo

witches hold grudges apparently

03 _ rainy day _ grave visit

04 _ Usagi bonds w Leo’s brothers

05 _ potentially messy

06 _ everything always comes out in the wash

_ baby blue n purple rain shenanigans misc

_ creatures of habit

_ the sharp, sweet taste

_ i go there with you misc

LUCA

_ the Tyrrhenian Sea

_ pyrenees

summer 64 _ colors and constellations

summer 64 _ a sky full of stars

VLD / KLANCE

Keith/Allura/Lance platonic survivor fic

arrows shot into the horizon

DEMON SLAYER

little tempers to quell and small hands to hold

ATLA

moon-touched

platonic fake dating zukka

TAZ BALANCE

every soul accounted for

THE HOBBIT / TOLKIEN

Erebor; the Journey home; and After

more fair than mortal tongue can tell

ONE PIECE

_ post wano lawlu

consequences

i recall a SMILE _ film red

the one where Law is dying and Luffy tries to same him anyway

wild with younger hearts

twists unpleasantly

Usopp values discretion. and his life

ORIGINAL STUFF

an unreachable ocean of light

It takes 67 hours to drive from Tennessee to Alaska. Ask me how I know

if there isn’t a wedding or a funeral then it just isn’t southern

space romance odyssey

what to do with the body _ sci-fi misc

the witch au which is not an au

dragons and lesbians

to maunder

APHELANDRA

shadows taller than our souls

I do Not have the energy to tag this many ppl sorry for being lame but my phone is being a nightmare rn and posting it is all I can do Lmao. I know I got moots that write also so if u see this do it!! MWA!!

[somekndofnature]

Continuing to upload my older Doctor Who stories. Another of my favorite chapters. Jack is the best big brother and really takes the Doctor to task. If you want a tag when I upload a new chapter, reply to any of these posts. Also, If you have any tips or anything for how I can better mark these, I would appreciate any advice.

This story follows Rose Tyler and her unexpected return to the TARDIS during the year that never was. It has been a long separation for Earth's defender and she is not the same girl she once was. She is having a difficult time coming to terms with some major changes to her physiology, as well as battling her personal demons, while hiding from the Master. Against all odds, Rose needs to find her Doctor and reverse this hellish year before it is too late.

Prologue| Chp1| Chp2| Chp3| Chp4| Chp5| Chp6| Chp7| Chp8| Chp9| Chp10| Chp11| Chp12| Chp13

Chapter 14: If You had Stayed

AO3

The Doctor’s constant pacing was starting to annoy even him. The tap tap, squeak, tap, tap squeak of his trainers on the corridor floor felt like a sharp needle in his ears. He glanced at the infirmary door. They had waited for a half hour now with no word as to Rose’s condition. Martha was still confined in the med bay, doing Rassilon knows what. What could be taking so long? He should be in there with her, at least so he could hold her hand. Rose needed him. For about the hundredth time the Doctor ran his hand through his hair, causing the stylized mess to jut wildly in every direction.

He looked to Jack who sat against the wall, opposite the door, with his arms on his knees. His thunderous gaze was locked in place, exuding righteous indignation. It irritated the Doctor; that barb about respect was still ringing in his ears. Shame hunched his shoulders but, like the stubborn old mule that he was, the Doctor tried to fight it. What right did the Captain have to judge his actions? Rose maybe, but him? What did the Doctor need his respect for anyway? He glanced to the door again and winced, looking quickly away. As he passed the other man, he kicked his foot (just to fuck with him if he were honest).

“What do you want?” Jack growled without looking at him.

“Are you still angry?” he asked, resuming his pacing.

He released a tense breath through his nose. “Angry would be putting it mildly.”

The Doctor stayed silent for a minute, determined not to explain his actions to the Captain, of all people, but, in the end, his guilt won out. “You just don’t understand, Jack. The Master he...what was I supposed to...”

“Can we not talk?” he interrupted. “I don’t think I can sit here and listen to you justify your thoughtless...careless... stupid actions without clocking you right in the jaw. That would upset Rose, so please…shut up.”

The Doctor skidded to a halt, staring down the hot rage in the other man’s eyes. His bravado left him in a rush of breath and he leaned against the coral wall beside the door, fully aware that his actions were shameful. “I’m sorry, Jack. I didn’t mean to.... What I did to Rose…I’ll never be able to…” Rose, sweet kind impossible Rose. She saved him, from himself…from despair…and what had he ever given her? Only terror, pain and nightmares. Why did he keep doing these things? No answer was forthcoming. “Why?” the Doctor asked himself aloud in frustration. “Why would I do that to her?”

“I DON’T KNOW, DOCTOR!” Jack shouted, clearly tired of his self-pitying tone. “I don’t know why you would do that to her. I don’t even know you anymore. The Doctor I knew would never have done that. The Doctor I knew thought Rose was his everything. He would never ask her to sacrifice herself for a monster who wanted to wage war on the universe. And after what he did to her?”

“He was dying, Jack! I didn’t know it would hurt Rose. She shows up here after two years, wielding the power of the Vortex like she’s some kind of ancient omnipotent goddess. I couldn’t let him die. I had to use every device at my disposal.”

“Rose isn’t a device for you to use, Doctor! She’s a person!”

“I didn’t mean it like that!” He hid his face in his hands and sank down against the wall defeated. “I know that the Master hurt her but...”

“No, you don’t. You only saw the results of it.”

“I watched her die,” he snapped. “Isn’t that enough?!”

“No! It’s not,” Jack spat with disgust. “He brutalized her, Doctor. If you had only seen…” His shoulders slumped and he ran a hand through his hair. “She somehow convinced me to go out of the TARDIS and protect Martha because...Rose can’t help herself. Sit on the sidelines and let the plan play out? Heck no! She always has to jump in with both feet, blind to the consequences. Wonder where she learned that from?” He paused, swallowing hard. “The Master was waiting for us outside the TARDIS. He made all sorts of threats, had me shot, and you know how Rose gets.”

The Doctor nodded in agreement.

“She lost it, kicked him right in the berries but I didn’t get a second to be proud of her. Those stupid floating balls attacked her and tore her to shreds. They left her in a bloody heap on the floor but even then, she couldn’t keep her mouth shut. She taunted the Master like she was daring him to do something, and he did. He kicked her over and over and over and over again until she was choking on blood.”

The Doctor’s brows drew together. He didn’t want to hear anymore but knew he didn’t deserve the relief. Rose lived it...he should be able to listen to the details. The Doctor wouldn’t hide from this.

Jack sniffed, rubbing a hand across his mouth. “Rose always seems larger than life. Her spirit is so strong. She’s like an Amazon warrior woman. She always slips out of danger with little more than a scrape and a bruise. It’s so easy to look at her as invincible. But listening to her ribs crack, seeing her bloody and broken on that dirty floor.” He shook his head. “She looked so small and fragile. I-I thought she was going to die and you,” Jack gritted out through clenched teeth.  “You made her touch him... heal him, after everything he did to her. And why did Rose do it? She did it for you, because she would deny you nothing... You know that and you used it.”

The sharp accusation felt like a slap to the face. The Doctor swallowed the lump in his throat and dropped his head into his hands. Jack was right. Rose was the best of the best. She was sharp witted…brilliant really, and on more than one occasion she solved a problem before he even knew one existed. He came to depend on her so much during their time together. Rose always knew what to do, what to say, and he trusted her. She was selfless, always giving anything she had to save someone…anyone…good or bad. But he had taken advantage of these wonderful traits in her…using them as if they were his own. Damn! He dug the heels of his palms into his eyes. He was such an ass.

“I’m sorry, Jack,” he choked out. “I did use her.” His Rose. “How could I do that,” he whispered in disbelief at his own stupidity. “Why?”

Jack pinned him with a probing stare. “You tell me Doc, why?”

The Doctor searched his soul and then Jack’s eyes. He was giving him a chance to explain and, though the Doctor knew it wouldn’t absolve him, maybe his excuse could soothe some anger. Would he understand…would Rose?

“Jack,” he choked out, pleading his case. “I’ve lived for nine hundred years and I’ve traveled the universe for centuries. I have seen things…done things that would make you shudder. But, through it all, the good and the bad, I always knew that I could go home. And even if I wasn’t accepted or wanted there, I at least knew that there were others who understood how it felt…sensing the rotation of the planet…the slow tick of time…timelines shifting…seeing horrible things on the horizon and being unable to stop them.” The Doctor swallowed, staring into nothing. “I lost them all; my home and everyone who was like me. At the end of the Time War, I thought I was the only one left, the last of my kind. I felt hopeless, I was certain that I would spend the rest of my very long life alone. Imagine my relief when I found the Master. I know that he’s a monster. I know that he has done horrible things but, in spite of his madness, I also saw a being that knew how it felt to see and feel time. I saw home again. I saw hope. What I did to Rose was terrible and, if I could go back and change it, I would. But at that moment, watching the Master die, it felt like I was burning Gallifrey all over again…my home…my family. I wasn’t thinking.”

The Captain’s shrewd blue eyes studied him. “So what’s your excuse for the other stuff?”

The Doctor looked up, blinking. “What stuff?”

Jack took a deep, controlled breath. “Rose and I have been holed up in the TARDIS for about a month. That’s a lot of time to talk all about your adventures, the Sycorax, losing your hand, werewolves, Sarah Jane, Mickey…France.”

He looked away rubbing at the back of his neck.

“And there it is…” He chuckled but the sound held no trace of humor. “You know, I was hoping I wasn’t right.”

“Right about what?”

“About you and Rose and this…” Jack exhaled a shaky breath and let his legs straighten out. “Glorified concubine.”

The Doctor glared. “You weren’t there Captain. You don’t know anything.”

“I know you were trying to push her away,” he seethed. “I know that you deliberately tried to hurt Rose, to make her feel worthless, and I know that you succeeded. Because that’s what you always do. She gets a little too close, gets under that thick armor of yours, and you push her away. You call her a stupid little ape or some other degrading insult and put her right back in her place. How noble of you, Doctor.”

His hearts tripped over each other at his words and his mouth went dry. “The timelines- I had to…”

“Yeah, she made a lot of excuses for you too, all about responsibility and duty. Was it your duty to make her feel small? Can you imagine? Rose Tyler feeling worthless in the face of some French whore?”

“That’s an awfully judgmental tone coming from you Captain,” he snapped.

“I judge you, Doctor! I don’t judge her, I judge you! Don’t pretend that you and Rose had nothing, that there wasn’t something between you. You forget, I traveled with you both. I saw how you both felt about each other and you betrayed that!” He caught his breath, contemplating his next words. “Did you know that Rose thinks you slept with her?”

The Time Lord looked up, aghast. “What?”

He nodded. “Did you know that she thinks you loved her? This woman that you knew for less than two days?!”

“No.” 

“I was so angry,” Jack continued as if he hadn’t spoken. “And do you know what she said to me?”

He shook his head.

“She said, ‘I have no claim to him, Jack.’ ‘He doesn’t owe me anything.’ I mean, godsdammit Doctor, this is Rose we’re talking about. You remember Rose? The woman who found us both in the darkest moments of our lives and made feel like we could live again? Like we could draw breath into our lungs again,” he entreated, tears gathering in his eyes. “I mean, let’s be honest. You wouldn’t have taken me on if she hadn’t asked. I owe her everything.”

Realization drew a sharp breath from the Doctor. “You love her.”

“Not like you’re thinking,” Jack answered, running his fingers through his hair. “Maybe at one time but, as Rose so eloquently stated, she was a lost cause long before we met. She’s loved you from the moment she knew you. Now, she’s just the kid sister I never had. You lucky fuckin’ bastard. You don’t deserve her and yet, with all of the good you’ve spread in this universe, maybe you do. That’s what is so infuriating. I’ve watched you dance around your feelings for each other way too long now. I watched you draw her close and push her away, watched it hurt both of you countless times. So, after all this time, tell me why. All the good that you do; why can’t you be good to her? What is so wrong with loving her?”

He weighed his answer, mindful of the Captain’s ire. He wouldn’t be able to deny his feelings for Rose, not to Jack. He knew the truth too well. “Rose told you about Sarah Jane?”

He nodded.

“I traveled with Sarah Jane in my fourth body. It was ridiculous, all riotous mass of curly hair and a multi-colored scarf that stretched for miles. Seeing her again, after all that time, was brilliant, of course it was. But she was different, she was...” He swallowed hard, unwilling to say the word aloud.

“Old. You can say it, Doctor. It’s what humans do...they get old.”

“Exactly! And she was still the same Sarah Jane; tenacious, brave, irreverent. But all I could see when I looked at her was Rose in thirty years’ time.”

“It’s funny, that’s what Rose said about her,” Jack interrupted. “She said it felt like looking into her future.”

“Did she?” he asked and ran an exasperated hand over his face when the other man nodded. “I would get another seventy maybe eighty years with Rose, if I was lucky, and then she was going leave. That’s how it would always end, she would leave me and it didn’t matter if it was by choice or not. Rose was going to leave, not the other way around. And I resented her for that.”

“Doc, you can’t resent her for aging,” he interjected.

“I didn’t resent her for aging,” he tried to explain. “I resented her for...” He hung his head, ashamed.

The Captain’s brows arched upward and he sat back, eyes wide with comprehension. “You resented her for making you fall in love with her, for making you need her.”

The Doctor sighed. “You were right, Jack. She did save me. After the Time War I had nothing, not even the will to carry on. But then Rose Tyler breezed into my life and suddenly she became my reason. I carried on just to make her smile, hear her laugh, and see that look of wonder on her face. It got to the point where I didn’t know how to do it without her anymore. I didn’t know how to be me without her and... she was going to leave me.”

“So France was all about proving to yourself that you could do it without her, that you didn’t need her?”

“Yep,” he replied, his fingers drawing circles into the floor of the corridor, so he didn’t have meet the other man’s eyes. “An experiment which failed in spectacular fashion because, even as I was trapped in France with the most beautiful woman of the time fawning over me, Rose was all I could think about. I already missed her. I was already dreading how long I would have to be away from her.”

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Jack studied the Doctor’s heartbroken face as he hunched on floor, most likely drawing Rose’s name into it time after time. To be honest, Jack felt as though he was looking at himself. He had lived for a very long time and was already resigned to his fate. He would live on as everyone and everything around him turned to dust. Already, he had lost so many people to history. He thought of his friends, his team; he thought about watching them grow old and die without being able to do anything. He felt the Doctor’s pain as real and vibrant as if it were his own…because it was.

He rubbed at his tearing eyes. “Jesus Doc, why do you have to be so relatable. I really wanted to pummel you.”

“You’re still welcome to,” he replied. “It doesn’t change what I did. It was unforgivable.”

“Well, I won’t...mostly because it would upset Rose but also because...” Jack huffed out a breath. “I do. I forgive you, Doctor.”

His eyes snapped up, confusion drawing his brows together. “You do? Why?”

“Because I understand,” he explained. “I’ve lived for centuries. Did you really think I wouldn’t?”

He shrugged.

“Have you talked to Rose about any of this?”

The Doctor tossed him a rueful smile. “I think you know me a bit better than that.”

“Coward. You should.”

“Why?” he asked, melancholy settling on his shoulders like a physical weight. “Nothing has changed.”

“What do you mean? Everything has changed.” At the Time Lord’s look of bewilderment Jack asked, “Did she not tell you?”

“Tell me what?”

The door of the infirmary opened; Martha stepped out and shut it behind her. Both men scrambled to their feet. “Are you two done with your little row, then?” she chastised. “You were shouting so loud. It’s a testament to how tired she is that you didn’t disturb her.”

They looked down at their feet. “Sorry, Martha,” they said in unison.

“How…how is she?” the Doctor asked, scared to hope.

“She’s stable…finally. I’ve been giving her fluids and her vital stats are back within acceptable levels. She’s even got some color back in her cheeks. But she’s exhausted. Her body is drained. Rose needs rest. So, the two of you need to get out of this corridor and leave her be for a while.”

A big smile broke across both Jack and the Doctor’s faces as they grabbed Martha into a hug, laughing in relief. They held each other close, rejoicing in the fact that they were all alive and the worst had passed, for the moment.

“Well,” Jack breathed, relaxing back into his genial disposition. “Now that the waiting game is over, I think I’m going into the console room to get a jump on some of those repairs. Rose and I were working on it but it was slow. We only had a meager number of tools. I’m sure I can work much faster now that the Old Girl isn’t stunted by holding a paradox together.”

“Ta,” the Doctor replied, only now believing that the Captain had truly forgiven him. “But if you get tired, your room should be just how you left it.”

“Aww, you do care,” he gushed.

“Shut up.”

Jack gave a real laugh for the first time. “I love you too, Doc.”

He tried to walk away but the Time Lord grabbed his arm. “What is it Jack? What hasn’t Rose told me that’s going to change everything?”

His blue eyes sparkled with knowledge. “I think I’ll let Rose tell you that one, Doc.” He turned away, practically skipped down the grated hallways, back to the console room.

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The Doctor stared at Jack’ retreating back, puzzling over his cryptic words. Sighing, he turned back to Martha. “You’re sure she’ll be alright?”

“Yes, of course I’m sure Doctor,” she replied with a yawn. “I saw to her myself.”

“Martha,I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you. You’ve been brilliant, absolutely brilliant.” He grinned. “I don’t know how to thank you.”

“You’re welcome, Doctor,” she dismissed. “It wasn’t as though I would let her die.”

“Maybe so,” he answered. “But you saved someone important to me when I was so blinded by fear that I couldn’t. You have no idea what that means to me.”

Martha winced and rubbed her arm.

“Are you hurt?” the Doctor asked, ghosting his hands over her shoulders, searching for an unseen injury.

She shrugged him off. “I don’t have any wounds. If you don’t need anything else, I’m gonna go see to my family.”

His ears pricked at her delicate sidestep of his question, troubled by the weariness in her eyes, but the Doctor was torn. His hearts lie just beyond the infirmary door. It was distracting him. “Of course. I know that they are probably tired and confused.”

Martha nodded sadly and started to walk away. “Can I show them to some rooms here on the TARDIS where they can rest until we get home?”

“Sure, sure,” he said from behind her.

“When do you think that will be exactly?” she turned to ask him.

The Doctor was inching his way to the infirmary door but froze. “Oh,” he said rubbing a hand over the back of his neck. “With Jack and I both working on it, the TARDIS should be fixed up enough in a day or so.”

She passed a critical eye over him. “Doctor.”

He raised his brows over brown eyes that were the picture of innocence. “What?”

“I mean it, you need to leave her alone for now. She needs to rest and, if I have to stay in front of this door, I will make sure she has it. Come on, surely you have something to do.”

He gave an agitated sigh. Yes, he did have many things that needed doing but, having just received such happy news, he was loath to do them.

“Well, Doctor?”

“Yes, yes of course,” he sniped.

“Good, “Martha replied, content with his answer. “I’m going to get my family now…are you coming?”

He lingered next to the infirmary door, even reaching out to give a tender brush across its surface. The Doctor’s hearts felt heavy. He would rather perform this unpleasant task with Rose at his side, but it looked as though he would face the cold reality of the Master’s funeral pyre alone. Taking a steadying breath, the Doctor followed Martha down the corridor, comforting himself with one thought. Even though he had lost one friend today, Rose was still alive and healing. What more could he really ask for?

[420technoblazeit]

funniest possible danganronpa v3 polycule is that kaito is dating maki, shuichi, and kokichi. maki and kokichi hate each other's guts but kokichi's also casually dating shuichi. shuichi and maki are best friends

miu and keebo try to spy on one of their dates and they see maki and kaito holding hands so they go oh those two musts be dating! but then kokichi comes up to them and maki starts glaring at him so he goes to kiss kaito out of spite

while theyre arguing shuichi comes up from the other side and starts holding kaito's free hand. he and maki are wearing friendship bracelets

they find kokichi and shuichi making out on some park bench later

[dailytatsu]

Hello! I saw request were open so i was wondering if i could request some headcanons of the Archons and/or the Adepti meeting a God reader who is the God of Chaos and destruction. The reader is not a Archon tho and travels all over Teyvat cuz small bits of destruction were ever they go. They're pretty mischievous and somewhat smug but despite how they act they're actually a good person. They dont mean to cause problems(most of the time anyways) chaos follows them were ever they go. Idk if you have a character limit but if you do please tell me so i wont make a mistake again. And if there is you can just do Zhongli and Xiao. Optionally could you make them a dendro user, there not a lot of dendro content and if not thats fine. I understand. Could you make the reader Gn or Non-binary they/them pronouns please? If not male reader is totally fine. Im so sorry for the long post and I hope you have a good day/night!

Ohmy, it’s my first time just writing headcanons! I’m use to write a lot, so let’s hope I did it right (^ ^' )7

Thanks for the request! ✨

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[HC] God of Chaos! Reader and the Archons + Xiao

Characters: Zhongli, Xiao, Venti, Shogun Raiden (Ei).

Gn! Reader

I tried doing it with everyone but I’m no still that confident to try writing with some characters ＿|￣|○

Sorry for any mistakes!

Request are open!

Genshin Masterlist

Second part ->

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VENTI

To be honest, he didn't notice your presence at first. He had other concerns on his mind that day to perceive the chaotic (and slightly threatening) aura that Mondstadt was infected with that day.

Barbatos is a person of habit, so he couldn't help but be curious when the crowd in front of him began to look a little agitated instead of seeming to enjoy his lyre and his songs.

But then a series of domino events appeared in front of his very eyes.

The purity of the chaos was such that he felt overwhelmed, even without the white-haired boy around, if it wasn’t Bennett fault, then how was it possible for everything to be ruined in such a short time?

His patience ended when, out of nowhere, the strings of his lyre jumped close to his face as they snapped. Making that awful noise that couldn’t mean nothing good.

Okay, enough, who is messing around in here? No more joking in his nation!

He concentrated a little, a faint but unique presence kept his nerves on edge, as if he was being watched from afar. He moved away from the busy areas and then chased that ephemeral energy to the highest point of the church, where the bells were ringing in an irregular and stressful way.

Then he found you. Snoozing against one of the columns, somewhat tired because the trip you made to reach Mondstadt.

Surprisingly, Barbatos understood you since the first exchange of words. A god of chaos who was also a free spirit, you followed no rules ever written in Teyvat, and you had no plans to apologize for the mess you made.

Both of you were Zhongli’s worst nightmare, but that’s another story.

He managed to through your arrogance and your teasing nature that you, in fact, were a lonely spirit that liked to witness the life from above of everyone.

The difference between teasing someone accidentally and committing a crime was really visible, but he still couldn't help but feel like he should scold you after your mere presence messed up with the guild's baskets full of fish.

But hey! He also enjoy the company! Venti tried to teach you how to enjoy the calm and the whisper of wind, music can also contain chaos, feelings, old stories waiting to be told again, expressions and desire united, in a wonderful piece of-

As you yawned his lyre broke up again. Making clear the message.

Okay, not even God of Freedom and Wind can control chaos. Anyways, what a tragedy, but there’s nothing a simple bard can do, smh.

“Do you like kids, don’t you?” He said once, after a nice day of hearing him sing before your chaos reached his little concert. Again watching everyone from above on the hands of the statue, with your attention caught by some kids playing tag.

“… I don’t know what do you mean.” Once discovered you had no choice but to remain defensive, pretending to be disinterested.

“Heh, you aren’t a good liar.” It may not be the wisest thing to make fun of someone who could destroy the place where you were resting, but Venti was confident that he knew you well enough to know that you were not so explosive. “You know!, I just have some pieces, but I think it’s because they are little walking concentrations of pure and innocent chaos, am I wrong?”

He wasn’t, no at all. But you would never confess something that embarrassing.

This guy wrote a ballad about the days when Mondstadt got immerse with that strike of bad luck. Kind of an apology of not being able to handle the situation.

Now there’s the rumor that says that, every time somebody sings that song, something unlucky will happen in front of you.

The song is cursed.

One night when the moon was shining on the Cider Lake his well tuned ears distinguished a melody that was broken from time to time by the accidents of his performer, distracting him of his way to look for you.

It could be painful to listen to, but Venti could certainly feel the dedication of the one who was playing the imperfect song.

The ballad of the god of chaos, hummed like a lullaby that instead of making you sleep makes you question the events of the day. Wishing for the slightest thing to be different after an exhaustive week of peace and tranquility.

A lonely spirits cursing their existence, sitting in the highest point of a stranger’s palace, where you can reach the sky by only rising your hand.

The next day, Barbatos invited you to drink some wine, this time near Windrise to avoid accidents in the city.

As he almost dropped the bottle when a lot of slimes were attracted by your presence, he confirmed the theory about that the way to spend time with you would not be his personal definition of hanging out.

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ZHONGLI

Okay, there’s only two scenarios that could happened when you set a foot in Liyue.

Old man has a soft spot for you for being a relative young deity.

Or he’s always lecturing you for not having control of your aura and powers.

How u dare bringing chaos to the nation of order? It’s that a death wish?

Jokes aside, you’re not really a threat. And he could sense that after he saw how you tried to avoid having direct contact with the city. Rex Lapis found your silhouette jumping and crossing through the mountains until reaching the fairest point that allowed you to enjoy the view of the streets that were filled with life and light as the sunsets.

He even noticed how you sighed in frustration when a storm started out of nowhere. A rain dedicated just for the arriving of the God of Chaos. Not even bothering of getting shield, you stayed in your place to look at all the people who were getting back to their places.

The rain seemed to stop over your head, for a second was enough to stop you from being cruelly swamped by the very weather you had created. An elegant umbrella covered you, the long awaited surprise you expected from someone as outdated as Morax.

You looked up, and found his expression calm and attentive, watching you. As if he had made a great discovery that he could not believe

“May I have a moment of your time to keep you company? Letting out your sorrows in the middle of a torrential storm is not what I would recommend as way to spend a good day.”

“… What are you talking about? Get in your own business, old man.”

“Well, you should know that a sorrow shared is a sorrow halved.”

Next time you knew was that he was helping you to dry your hair with a towel once you let him guide you to his place.

Zhongli picked you up like a abandoned cat that day. Even if having you near meant to deal with new the roof leaks.

Also kept you away from Hu Tao, if you two ever get along for being partners in crime he would seal himself underground-

For all the time you spend exploring Liyue, there he was. Like a little kid showing his treasures. But also like a worried father looking after his child for them not to stumble making their first steps.

Look at you! Almost crushing those Treasure Hoarders when a bunch of rocks fell down after you jumped at the edge of the cliff.

Wait, no- come back here! You should verify the surroundings and be aware of the weight of your power if you’re going to explore in that bold way. You, chaotic brat.

Another one who believed fervently that your mood was to blame for the constant chaos you caused. He also tried to show you the wonders of peace and calm, teaching you how to prepare tea while listening to the storyteller (also both being a little far away from the rest of them, just in case).

He couldn’t help but sigh when the teapot arm broke as soon as you tried to serve the tea. What a waste, he thought.

You apologized to him, kind of stressed with yourself after you took all the pieces with your bare hands to run away with them. Leaving a confused Zhongli behind.

Next day you were back, with the teapot repaired and just like new.

He let out a lot of thankful words, some flattering and a lot more cheesy things that you never had received before.

With that unexpected affection you couldn’t help but react flustered; then a cat that was chasing a bird jumped through a lot of decorations and merchandise, almost starting a fire as the chained events kept going.

Yeah,, uh, Zhongli got some useful mental notes about you and your chaos that day.

Hey, before you go, want to make a contract? You won’t regret it!

But as the wandering spirit you were you had no problems in reject his offer, but also promising that you would visit Liyue if he wanted you to.

Of course he wanted! But.. maybe next time you should stay in Huaguang Stone Forest instead of roaming near the city,,

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XIAO

Tried to kill you.

I mean, your aura is threatening and full of a destructive energy, how is possible that you weren’t a demon to eradicate??

Sorry, but he had a point.

Your first met was on your way to reach Huaguang Stone Forest along with Zhongli for introduce you with the Adeptus.

Xiao, in the other side, thought that you were about to attack Morax from behind, so he just struck against you. With his polearm near to go through your chest, just stopped because you felt him before.

Lifting your hand at his direction, summoning chaos, this time, on purpose. The wind gained a wrathful nature and the biggest roots that were hiding under his feet rose to caught him.

And when you were about to hit each other Zhongli’s shield appeared just in time to separate both of you. Preventing a real catastrophic event.

Now stop fighting and introduce to each other.

Nice(n’t) to meet u.

What if you tried to awake Azhdaha to bring chaos and destruction to Liyue? What if you wanted to summoned Osial? What if… ?

Zhongli had to confirm and promise to him that those cruel possibilities won’t be a near future for respecting the real reason of your travel.

No matter if he wasn’t comfortable with your presence, it wasn’t his decision to allow you to roam freely, so he had to get use to it.

He immediately knew after hearing about your nature that was your fault that lately there were a lot more demons and monsters. Even his karma was getting more painful than usual.

(If you ever meet Hu Tao, please think twice before doing Xiao a prank)

You both didn’t interact a lot, and being honest, it was better that way.

He hadn’t a single intention of talking with you again until the day you were practicing the song that your Anemo friend taught you. By the other hand, Xiao noticed that the melody had the same nature as the one he once heard before being consumed by the karma.

It wasn’t a flute, but a worn lyre that was still in one piece after weeks of being repaired again and again.

“That song… ”

“Do you know it?” Xiao just nodded, staying in silence, being your very first audience even if you still have a lot to learn about playing a lyre.

It wasn’t as effective as the original, but was still… nice, kind of nostalgic.

Next morning, the Yaksha called for you. Made you stay still in the middle of a plain and then he disappeared of your sight.

He abandoned y- wait, what’s that? Why those monsters has that weird dark aura?

You were about to defend yourself until Xiao appeared back just in time to defeat them.

That day you became his personal bait for demons and monsters. Naturally you attracted chaos, so anyway you were, there will be also something to fight.

I guess this is your way to pay for all the troubles you made for him and his duty, so no complaining about it.

If you ask for a unexpected experience to Ganyu she would said that once she found both of you fighting along against the catastrophe, looking after each other’s back and almost having a perfect synchrony.

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SHOGUN RAIDEN; EI

Also tried to kill you.

Well, the puppet tried to.

And then Ei tried when you had the opportunity of facing her.

But since killing a god just mean the releasing of a lot, pure, energy she couldn’t afford that risk, much less considering your “speciality”.

Who knows what would happen to Inazuma if your vital energy burst across the nation. Just like that old story about Sal Terrae and their goddess.

She just defeated you. Letting you rest and recovering in the midst of the plane of her reality within her mind. Your inert body in the middle of the battlefield as she kept meditating.

When you woke up she ignored your presence, but also denying your complaints about letting you go out back.

In her words, you were a burden, another enemy of eternity. Something as unpredictable as you and your “accidents” couldn’t get along with her utopia.

Ei could banish you from Inazuma, but she knows your type. Stubborn and not accepting the most simple orders to obey.

She knew that you would found a way to be back.

It’s better like this.

And in the hypothetical case of you being freed when she trapped the traveler (kicking you out) and then having a chance to see her again after the end of the war, then things would be somewhat different.

There’s not that much of civilization on some islands, so she allowed you to explore as much as your heart wanted. But if something serious happen, she promised that would end her work in the middle of the sea so your remains never be found.

Okay, message clear. Just do chaos near monsters and bandits, got it,,

Even if she wanted to spend some time with you and telling you some stories about Inazuma and other gods she couldn’t found the right time to call you at her presence.

As the current ruler of Inazuma she was busier than the rest of Archons you have meet. Maybe just some letters now and then like a way to keep a logbook, but not really a face to face talk.

Until she got the opportunity of a day off, just to found you messing around near some ruins. Trying to solve a puzzle before your speciality strikes in. The structure fell down after your fingertips reached the stone.

When the dust dissipated, you discovered her figure judging you from the other side of the remain ruins.

Give her a good reason for not errase you from the map, I dare u.

You felt the worst was about to come when Ei ordered you to follow her after a long sigh. Crossing her arms and starting to walk away from the bunch of old and worn rock.

Plot Twist, she actually invited you to rest under a tree, asking in her serene voice the reason for your journey and your origin. In such a direct way that it seemed more like a sentence than a talk to get to know each other better.

You answered what you could remember and then the silence stayed like the only way of interaction between you two.

Ohno, you know this pattern. Something’s about to happen-

“There is some strange beauty in the chaos, it may be the calm after the storm, but the catastrophe itself is seen as a necessary evil to appreciate the stillness. How much it would last until the lighting hit the valley?”

“So I arrived to keep order between the humans?”

Well yes, but actually no.

“… You see, if there is nothing but order and a lack of problems, mortals are likely to create them on their own. Their minds feels the need to be tested, to prove their worth, so I guess some of your chaos may be part of the history.”

“… then shall we take a walk in Inazuma?” You did not know if you were right, but you thought you saw a faint smile through his lips in the same way that lightning can be seen in the sky.

“I’ll allow it.” She said.

Her only condition was for you not to approach the huge boxes of fireworks down the street.

[ze-maki-nin]

Requested: Yep!

you know how some ppl draw c!tommy with demon horns and a tail (Like me). how would tommy be if he were in a relationship with a demon hybrid reader

Pairing: C!Tommy x Gn! Demon Hybrid! Reader!

Idea: C!Tommy dating Demon Hybrid Reader!

Tags/Warning: None, Fluff! (If there are any warnings that I missed pls tell me!)

Word Count: 538!

A/N: Sorry this took so long- (This doesnt have anything bad! Theres cuddles, hugs, and forehead/cheek kisses! Thats what all my romantic stuff for minors are going to have! Only those things!)

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◇ He would be so confused at first-

◇ Like???

◇ My s/o a Demon hybrid??

◇ Once it registers he would be so excited

◇ “MY S/O IS A DEMON HYBRID POG!!”

◇ I can hear it-

◇ He would play with your tail, if you're comfortable with it, when hes stressed!

◇ He would rant to you, playing with your tail

◇ Your horns

◇ Hes kinda scared of your horns-

◇ They look so sharp-

◇ Always wondering if he could accidentally cut himself on them-

◇ “Are your horns sharp” “Wha-”

◇ He would probably ask questions constantly-

◇ “Can you hurt someone with your tail?” “Have you ever head-butted someone to hurt them?” “Can you breathe fire?” “Does lava hurt you?”

◇ Ya…..It goes on-

◇ When you two cuddle he will blush from your tail wrapping around his waist/arm/some part of his body.

◇ Hed probably love playing w/ your hair but be kinda scared cause of your horns-

◇ Your horns terrify him ok?

◇ He doesnt know why but they do-

◇ When you guys are out and about he will hold onto your hand-

◇ He just doesnt want to lose you, you know?

◇ When you first met Tubbo and Ranboo-

◇ My god was it chaotic-

◇ Tubbo was having fun head butting your arm affectionately constantly-

◇ That sounds nice ngl-

◇ And Ranboo thought you were related to Bad in some way-

◇ He had to constantly ask you the question if you were-

◇ ”Are you related to Bad?” “Is Bad your older brother?” “Is Bad your Father? No that doesn't make sense-” “Are you-”

◇ It. Never. Stops.

◇ Until Tommy gets annoyed-

◇ ”SHUT THE FUCK UP RANBOO! THEYVE ANSWERED THAT QUESTION A MILLION TIMES!”

◇ You had to apologize to him-

◇ Poor Bby was so confused :(

◇ Anyways-

◇ Tommy got jealous-

◇ Tubbo wouldnt stop heading putting you affectionately-

◇ You found it entertaining but Tommy did not-

◇ ”STOP IT TUBS! YOURE GONNA GIVE THEM A BRUISE-”

◇ You had to calm him down-

◇ I have so many ideas on the first meeting lmao-

◇ ANYWAYS-

◇ He would definitely give you forehead kisses and back hugs when hes jealous-

◇ ”What are you doing Tommy?” “None of your fucking business Ranboo”

◇ If Tommy was feeling down/insecure and you were out with other people you would wrap your tail around his hand, reassuring him :)

◇ If you guys were alone you would give him a big hug and whisper reassurance to him and telling him how much you love him <3

◇ Cuddles.

◇ Cuddles are a daily thing!

◇ Whether it be in the morning, afternoon, or night!

◇ The time you guys cuddle the most is night time!

◇ Cuddling helps Tommy sleep!

◇ It drives away all his nightmares, flashbacks, etc.

◇ Even tho you're a demon he feels safe with you :)

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Hope you liked it!

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Teen Wolf Fic Recs Part 2: Steter

It took me quite awhile to gather all these together, so please enjoy discovering more parts to the incredible world of Teen Wolf, provided to you by the wonderful writers of our fandom.

Leave comments and kudos for these writers if you can, they really deserve it, they're wonderful. And it's my honour to try and share their creations with tumblr.

These are Steter, Stiles Stilinski/Peter Hale fanfictions. Read them at your will. Check the tags on the actual fics for warnings and such.

I have included links to authors that write a lot of Steter as well, and some of their fics for examples. I'm sorry this post got so long, haha, but enjoy the stories, they're worth it.

If any of the links don't work, just comment and I'll fix it.

Check out my other Sterek fic recs [Part 3] and [Part 4] and Steter fic recs [Part 1]

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Broken Bones and Broken Bonds by twothumbsandnostakeincanon(somanyofthekids) on Archive of Our Own

Words: 20148

Chapters: 4/?

Summary:

Stiles kind of wished that he’d at least tried weed before this. 

Or something, you know? Maybe taken up a graffiti hobby, or even just skateboarded in front of City Hall often enough to get a citation. 

He wished he’d done something to be deserving of the looks people gave him now, rather than just being the recipient of his dead father’s unused power. 

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Stigmata by twothumbsandnostakeincanon (somanyofthekids) on Archive of Our Own

Words: 1661

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

He feels so hollow that he almost wonders if he's been turned inside out. This emptiness he feels; is it the vastness of the entire world?

How do you fill a world? With people, he supposes. But his people no longer want him.

He needs people.

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Beefcake Mountain by twothumbsandnostakeincanon(somanyofthekids) on Archive of Our Own

Words: 14565

Chapters: 7/7

Summary:

Shortly after moving back to Beacon Hills, the left hand of the Hale Pack opened a text from a mysterious number.

"Is there a mirror in your pants? Because I can see myself in them."

What the f—

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Steter Week 2019 by twothumbsandnostakeincanon(somanyofthekids)

Works: 4

Complete: No

Summary:

There isn't a summary listed so I've included the first fic underneath:

Marvelous Miss and Magnificent Mischief by twothumbsandnostakeincanon(somanyofthekids)

Words: 3346

Chapters: 1/1

also Part 1 of the Magnificent Mischief series

Summary:

“Marvelous Miss and the Magnificent Mischief!” the carnival barker shouted just outside the corridor with all the food tents. “Come see Miss Paige do amazing tricks with her talking raven! He not only speaks, but he jokes! He teases! He philosophizes!”

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Author: twothumbsandnostakeincanon(somanyofthekids)

This author has a lot of wonderful Steter fics, and their writing of the pairing is really worth having a good look through.

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Blood Runs Cold by Smalls2233 on Archive of Our Own

Words: 111408

Chapters: 22/22

Summary:

“So then why are we letting Scott and Derek search for it if you know it's useless?”

Peter looked down at Stiles and cocked his head with a grin. “Because I think seeing my nephew and your best friend run around like headless chickens while I think up a plan is hysterical.”

“And the plan is…?”

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Trusting Peter Hale is something that Stiles had repeatedly told himself to never do. He had seen first hand the results of Peter's plans and schemes, but when a shadow began tormenting Beacon Hills, he found that sometimes he'd have to to play along with Peter's games.

This story does include a dose of Chris&Stiles interaction about midway and carries on throughout, and then Chris/Peter towards the midend, which also carries on. And it kind of dissolves into Chris/Peter/Stiles. If that's not your taste, that's fine, because the majority of the story is Stiles/Peter, and that majority is really really good Steter.

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No One Listening Tonight by Smalls2233

Words: 6985

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

That left… well it left Peter and only Peter. Relying on Peter for help was only slightly better than stabbing himself through the eye with a hot poker. But desperate times called for desperate measures.

Of course, there was always the option of packing up and letting whatever was trying to destroy the town succeed this time. Stiles snorted under his breath as he thought about how that would probably leave him with fewer injuries than dealing with Peter would. But unfortunately, that wasn’t an option. Stiles knew he needed to head downtown to Peter’s apartment and pray the man was willing to work with him.

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Stiles stumbles into a magical trap forged by a wannabe warlock.

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Author: Smalls2233

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Blue by Wynnebat on Archive of Our Own

Words: 3179

Chapters: 2/2

Summary:

Derek brings both Scott and Stiles to the hospital to prove a point about hunters, but Stiles isn’t sure the point he’s getting is the point Derek’s trying to make. Especially when his black and white world explodes into color the moment he looks into Peter Hale’s eyes.

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The Long Way Around by Wynnebat on Archive of Our Own

Words: 15569

Chapters: 3/3

Summary:

When Peter leaves Beacon Hills for good, he expects that to be it for the broken bonds of the last remaining members of the Hale pack. Fate and Stiles Stilinski aren’t of the same opinion.

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Prowl by Wynnebat on Archive of Our Own

Words: 3454

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Laura's body is never found, but instead of continuing with his murder spree, Peter gets distracted by the scent of his mate. Stiles gets very distracted by the huge wolf that starts showing up at his house all the time.

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Author: Wynnebat

This author writes some really interesting, deep stories about Steter that are really beautiful.

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your last white lie (everything is not alright) by snowdarkred on Archive of Our Own

Words: 4023

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

Stiles says yes, and things go downhill from there.

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reflect by snowdarkred on Archive of Our Own

Words: 569

Chapters: 1/1

Part 1 of the dig your teeth in and tear until you taste (peter/stiles oneshots) series

Summary:

(previously posted to tumblr)

When he dreams, he can sometimes still hear his mother’s voice, explaining it to him: Reflections are the price we pay for what we are.

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sentire by snowdarkred on Archive of Our Own

Words: 1027

Chapters: 1/1

Part 2 of the dig your teeth in and tear until you taste (peter/stiles oneshots) series

Summary:

[to feel]

Stiles hears the whisper of death before it strikes.

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Author:

snowdarkred

This author writes some really intense, interesting stories about Peter and Stiles. Not as long as some fics are, but they're really good adaptions of Steter with a lot of feeling.

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The Striking Complication by aurevell on Archive of Our Own

Words: 27235

Chapters: 4/15

Summary:

The smile slips off Stiles’s face. “Hey, um. Why am I here?” he asks, voice unsteady. “I’m—I have this weird feeling like I shouldn’t leave you. I’ve felt all day like...” He can’t finish the thought.

Peter looks as surprised as Stiles feels. A strange expression passes over his face, there and gone before Stiles can decipher it.

Stiles snaps awake each morning with the sense that he’s missing something. Weirder still, he can’t wrap his head around his sudden, inexplicable trust in Peter Hale, who seems to know way more than he’s letting on. Nor can he guess why a half-remembered nightmare seems to haunt his every move.

Rinse and repeat. Because time loops suck, apparently.

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Author: aurevell

This author has 11 Teen Wolf fics under their belt. 5 Sterek and 6 Steter. Happy rummaging!

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the teeth right down to the blood by sazzafraz on Archive of Our Own

Words: 2133

Chapters: 1/1

Summary:

‘We’re pretty fucked right now.’ Scott says. Stiles doesn’t speak but there’s something singing in his bones that says Scott got the message anyway. (In which both are bit and things are gruesome.)

This has a sprinkling of Scott/Stiles, Scott/Stiles/Peter, and Scott/Allison as well as Steter, but it's worth the read, a good story with an interesting concept.

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Author: sazzafraz

This author doesn't have that many Steter stories, although they do have a few. Although they do have some pretty lengthy Teen Wolf fics about other characters of the show.

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Everything goes (wow) by midmorning_bomb on Archive of Our Own

Words: 8215

Chapters: 5/5

Part 1 of the Aranea & Babewolf series

Summary:

It was supposed to go like this:

1. Peter summons demon to the circle.

2. Demon remains in said circle until Peter outlines their contract.

3. Demon agrees to elegantly crafted contract, becoming loyally bound to Peter and Peter alone.

Instead, the creature steps casually out of the circle, tosses its things onto the leather sofa, and starts immediately meddling in Peter’s immaculate space, touching all of Peter’s very expensive things.

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It's only by midmorning_bomb on Archive of Our Own

Words: 2905

Chapters: 3/5

Part 2 of the Aranea & Babewolf series

Summary:

“Darling, please don’t pout.”

“You’re pouting.” Stiles pouts, from the upper corner of the library, everything from his hip bones down an angry mass of hissing fangs and venomous chelicerae. “Why would we ever go back to that garbage town? Everyone there is the worst, the only good thing is the very rad and awesome curse I laid.”

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You are a memory by midmorning_bomb on Archive of Our Own

Words: 900

Chapters: 1/1

Part 2 of the Little glimpse series

Summary:

If he has to bleed to breathe warmth back into Peter’s icy body, he will.

Because Peter’s done the same for him.

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Author: midmorning_bomb

This author has 16 Steter fics. A little unfriendly to some of the other characters, but it's only kind of obvious because it's not subtle about it, and not exactly underserved. Has some really interesting ideas as well as some kind, well developed Steter. Definitely have a read through.

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