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apomaro-mellow · 10 months

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Steve’s parents are in a cult and sacrifice him for their own gains. Yall can thank @whoevenknowsdude for giving me the motivation not to give up on this version.

The party was going on as usual. Steve had been to many of them before. The earliest he remembered was being five and led around by his mother’s hand, then eventually being handed off to a nanny for the rest of the evening. It was always some sort of parade. As a young child, he was the cute baby version of his father. Something for the women to coo at.

Around 11 he was a growing lad who was expected to cause a little trouble. Then at 14 he was a young man with a promising future.

Growing up, there was one part he was always dreading. The point where people tried to set him up with their daughters, or granddaughters, or nieces. He heard pieces of such transactions all the time.

‘Oh you must meet my daughter.’

‘You know Celia is about your age...’

‘So have you got a girlfriend?’

Steve caught glimpses of the older boys either politely rebuffing or ending up engaged with someone. This was a very insular crowd, he knew that. Still, he hoped he’d have something resembling a choice when the time came.

And yet, as he got older, no one rushed to introduce him to anyone. It confused him to no end. He had no trouble attracting girls at school and all of his parents’ friends thought he was charming. He came from good stock. Why did no one want him to marry their daughter?

He tried not to feel so offended by it. But it was just so bizarre.

But back to tonight. It was going like it always did. Steve spent most of it by his parents’ sides, only occasionally going off on his own. He made nice conversation, had a drink or two, despite being nineteen, and kept the Harrington name good and golden.

As the hour got late though, it got to the point where most of the men split off to have cigars. Steve was usually excused at this point but this time his father put a hand on his shoulder and led him to the next room. He took part in more conversation about his prospects (not going to school but who needed to when he was planning on succeeding his father) and drank some brandy.

“Steve, it’s time we discussed your future”, his father said, letting out a puff of cigar smoke.

“What about it...exactly?”, Steve asked.

“That sometimes we must defer to a higher power.”

“....Right...”

“Steven”, one of the other men started. “You ever take one for the team?”

“Yeah, plenty of times. But what are you guys talking about what’s going on?”, Steve asked.

“Come with me, son.”

Steve got up and followed his father. The other men came along down the stairs into the basement of the clubhouse. But then it went deeper.

“History is filled with ambitious figures, Steve. People who did whatever it took to reach their goals. Tonight it’s up to you to take us even higher.”

“Up to me? What do you want me to do?”

They came to the bottom of the stairs. His mother was already waiting, along with the other women. There was a large stone slab with restraints on it and Steve felt his stomach drop at the implication. But he didn’t want to believe it. It was too crazy.

“Mom, Dad...what are we doing here?”

“The higher power we worship will give us fortune beyond what we could dream of”, his father said. “But everything has its price.”

Before Steve could utter another question, he felt hands on him, gripping and pushing him towards the slab. He struggled and screamed for both of his parents. For some kind of explanation. For something that made sense. But he could feel his sanity slipping as they got him on the altar and tied his limbs down.

Lawrence, 50, with an unconvincing hairpiece stood over him. Steve never liked Lawrence. He always looked at him weird and his touches lingered like he was inspecting a piece of meat.

He was doing it now, trailing a hand up his tied up arm.

“I can’t thank you enough for your sacrifice, Steven. And your parents for bringing up such good stock. I have no doubt he will be pleased with you.”

“I don’t know what the fuck is going on but there’s no way you’re going to kill me for-for what? More money?”

His mother came into view, her expression mournful and Steve wanted to vomit.

“Steve, my love, we won’t be killing you. We could never do that. We just need a bit of your blood. After that....well after that....”

“Our lord will do what he wants with you. And with their lot I can only imagine he will want to devour your soul”, his father finished.

“So you are killing me.”

“We won’t be dealing the killing blow”, his father said. “And who is to say you won’t survive?”

Steve took a deep breath through his nose. This was insane. But it seemed like they at least didn’t plan to put a stake through his heart. He’d lose a bit of blood, they’d probably chant, and then when their demon lord didn’t show up, he could get a shower and then maybe disown his parents.

That didn’t make this situation any less shitty though.

Then someone ripped open his jacket and shirt, exposing his chest. Both of his parents were given knives. The knowledge that they didn’t intend to kill him quell that instinctual fear. Steve had always been a good kid. But sometimes good wasn’t enough. Sometimes he wondered if his parents regretted having him. So his current view wasn’t helping at all in that regard.

They both cut a slit right in the center of his palms and he hissed. They then took his blood and drew a symbol on his stomach.

There was indeed chanting but between the alcohol, his bleeding hands, and the general delirium, Steve couldn’t make it out. God, he just wanted this to be over. He just wanted normal parents who didn’t sacrifice their own son to the devil. He wanted a lot of things but it seemed like life would disappoint him one last time.

“Whoa! You’ve got a real party going on here”, a voice said, coming down the stairs.

“Who the hell are you?”, one of the chanters demanded.

Steve craned his neck to see....some guy. It was just some guy, in a black tank top and ripped jeans.

“Who? Me?”, he came to the bottom of the steps and looked around. “Was I not summoned? I thought I heard my name.”

“Someone get this fool out of here!”

“Oh, I see what the issue is. I’m not in the proper attire. My bad.” He took a few more steps forward, right into the range of the men who had advanced on him. Then flames erupted from his body, burning them in an instant. When the fire dissipated, Steve let out a gasp and started to actually pull against his restraints.

This was real! Fuck this was real! A real demon with horns and claws and fangs and shit-were those wings?! He had to get out of here, even if that meant ripping his hands and feet off to escape.

Turned out that was the wrong move. In seconds, the demon crossed the room on all fours and climbed atop the slab to hover over Steve.

“My lord”, Steve’s father said in an impressively even tone. “We offer you our greatest sacrifice-” He was cut off with a deep growl, one that Steve felt in his bones, being this close.

“You...haven’t...sacrificed....anything.” The demon turned its gaze to Steve, lying under him. “But you still have so much to give.” He touched a clawed hand to Steve’s stomach where the bloody symbol was. “Will you give it to me?”

Steve let out a breath. He was going to die. He was going to die and what did he have to show for it? Actually....what did he have to show for it if he lived tonight? Maybe it would be painless, this soul sucking. He just wanted to be done.

“Just take it”, Steve said. “Take whatever you want.”

The demon laughed darkly. “I always do.” He smeared a clawed hand against Steve’s torso, messing up what was drawn there. He sniffed his hand and let out a sigh.

“Steve!”, his mother shrieked and he wondered if she had just realized what she was giving him up for.

“They spilt your blood for their own gains. Now to me, that doesn’t seem fair”, the demon said. “Don’t you think they should have to give something up? Don’t you want them dead?”

Steve dared to look the demon in his face. The eyes betrayed nothing. Just a blank, red void. But there was something about his expression anyway. Something in the quirk of his lip, the tilt of his head. Steve wondered if he actually would kill everyone in this room if he asked. As for himself, well, despite everything Steve couldn’t ask that of him. He really only wanted one thing and this might be his single chance to voice it out loud.

“I just want to be free.”

“Now see here”, Lawrence said, wagging a finger. “We have been your loyal servants. Our wishes-cckhk!”

He was cut off when the demon’s tail wrapped around his neck, dragging him closer. The demon brought him over until they were eye to eye.

“I would go ahead and count the blessings I already have. You all get to live another day.” He dropped Lawrence, ignoring his gasps for breath as he looked back down at Steve. “And you’re coming with me.”

Flames swirled around them but Steve didn’t feel any heat. Just a rush of warm wind as his restraints disappeared. The light got too bright though and he closed his eyes. When he no longer felt the light behind them, he opened them up, expecting the fires of hell, or a dark abyss of a pit. Maybe even some combination of the two.

Instead he found that he was in a….cramped apartment. The demon was back to the tank top and jeans and Steve wondered if someone had slipped something into a drink.

“You live here?”

The demon stuck his hands in his back pockets. “Whenever I come topside, yeah. And for the time being, so do you.”

“Me?”

“Don’t tell me you wanna go back to those assholes. Not after they-” He stopped speaking and his nostrils flared. Then he looked down.

Steve followed his gaze and saw that his hands were dripping blood onto the floor. “Ah, shit, sorry I-” He was about to wipe it on his ruined shirt when the demon grabbed a wrist, freezing him in place. His words were caught in his throat when the demon took a long sniff at the blood still slowly dripping out of his palm. He looked Steve in the eye as he slowly licked it clean. When the blood was gone, Steve saw his hand was completely healed.

The demon took his other hand and did the same, but somehow went even slower. The licks were punctuated with what could have been open mouth kisses but Steve wasn’t sure. Either the demon was making out with his hand or trying to eat him with little success.

When that one was finished, the demon looked at him and Steve was taken with how blown his eyes were. Like Steve’s blood was top shelf.

“B-buy a guy dinner first, huh?”

The demon came back into himself and took a step back, releasing Steve’s hand. “Yeah, sorry it’s just-yeah…” He cleared his throat and then turned, going deeper into the apartment. “So my home is your home, until you figure out exactly what you wanna do. Um, bathroom’s over there I’m sure you wanna get the rest of that blood off.”

He looked almost nervous to have Steve here. And the absurdity of that made Steve let out a chuckle. And then everything came crashing down on him and he started to laugh in earnest. The demon’s anxious stance just made more laughter bubble forth. What the fuck had his life become?

“Are you okay?”

“I just realized why none of them wanted me to date their daughters.” Steve pushed his hair out of his face. “They knew they’d be giving me to you.” As he laughed the tears started to fall. The demon looked even more shocked but then he came over and wrapped his arms around Steve.

“I don’t know why I’m laughing. Or why I’m crying.”

“Because it’s fucked up man. Like hilariously fucked up. And sometimes you gotta laugh about that crap.” The demon pulled away just enough to look Steve in the eye. “But you’re better than what you just left behind. You proved that by letting them live.”

Steve wiped at his eyes. “Well you already burned a couple of them. Wait, you killed them!”

“Collateral damage when I let my flames loose. I don’t like being touched.” He seemed to realize he was doing just that and raised his hands in the air before taking two steps away from Steve.

“I don’t even know your name. And you would’ve actually killed them for me?”

“Oh I go by Eddie nowadays.” He turned and looked like he was trying to make himself busy by picking things up and putting them down.

“Eddie? Just Eddie?”

“Short for Edifice. Um, did you want that shower?”

“I….” Steve still had questions. But he felt barely functioning right now. Like if he got one more bit of information his brain would explode.

“Steve….You’re free now. That was what you asked for.” The demon, no, Eddie, his name was Eddie, was smiling at him.

“I want….to go to sleep.”

Eddie started to walk away and Steve followed. He led him to a room where the bed took up most of the space.

“It’s yours for tonight. And tomorrow, well it’s all up to you now.”

Steve collapsed against the bed. He vaguely registered his shoes being taken off but soon fell into oblivion.

Part 2

#apo writes #stranger things #fanfiction #steddie #i have a whole lore in the back of my head #about how eddie is essentially 911 for summoning #but we'll get into that in part 2

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lu-lus-duckies · 2 months

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Since I can't submit videos as asks...

Anyway @nunalastor is this what your inbox looks like everyday?

How many cursed ask references have you noticed? I tried to combine as many as i could into one giant mess (featuring my horrendous voice as a bonus!)

#part 2 where lucifer bottoms in the future #or maybe not #depends on how lazy i get #i haven't drawn them naked... yet at least. we'll see #radioapple #revoke lulu's art license #lulu is delulu

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nativehueofresolution · 4 months

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interview with the vampire (2023) | a doll's house (1879) by henrik ibsen (trans. william archer)

part two

thank you @iwtvfanevents for the eternal yuletide prompts <3

#iwtv #a doll's house #loustat #louis de pointe du lac #eternalyuletide #stay tuned i think i have a part 2 danlou version of this prompt we'll see how busy i get #kaitlin speaks

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desire-mona · 2 months

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rslblr have we seen the lamby tapes

its basically him bojack horseman larping with a lamb puppet. bobby swearing content if thats any motivation to watch

youtube

#desire mona #the fact that this is the closest we'll get to rsl social media presence #theres also a part 2 #'whats ur fav film rsl is in?' 'the lamby tapes'#sounds like an analog horror series actually #robert sean leonard #rsl #james wilson #Youtube #banger

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lena-in-a-red-dress · 3 months

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Taken 2 AU

I wasn't sure I'd want to have Lena and Kara with a kid in the Taken 2 au. It could be just as feasible for Lena to be in Istanbul for business, and for Kara to be there to protect whoever Lena is meeting with, and they decide to spend a day together seeing the city, when Kara soon realizes they're being followed.

But I realized it might be fun for Lena to have taken Ruby with her on the trip, and have Ruby be the one to a) insist they spend the day together, and b) kick ass helping Kara take on the bad guys when they eventually abscond with Lena.

Of course, I don't know how that would work if Sam is just a phone call away, and would obvs be the first person Ruby reaches out to. Maybe something happens to Sam years ago and Lena adopts her? Which would make losing Lena even more horrifying an idea to Ruby than it would otherwise be, because she can't lost another mom. She just can't.

And of course this would mean Lena and Kara are exes. I'm thinking they maybe marry young, before Lena takes over the company. For years she weathers Kara's sporadic absences and constant secrecy, until Kara misses a few to many commitments she's promised to be there for.

In the end, it's Ruby that makes Lena finally pull the plug. "It's one thing when it's me you lie to, Kara. I'm used to it. But Ruby... you can't promise to be there for her and then bail without notice. Do you know how excited she was for you to see her onstage?"

"Lena, I'm sorry--"

"No you're not. If you were sorry you would change, but you won't. You never have and you never will." Lena takes a deep breath. "It's not just my heart I have to protect now, Kara. I have to guard Ruby's too. And that girl has suffered enough grief already."

"Lena, please..."

"Just go, Kara," Lena says with a shake of her head. Her expression isn't mournful, but resigned. Tired. "Don't come back."

And so Kara leaves, and throws herself into her work. Though it's mostly protection these days, it keeps her engaged enough to keep her mind off Lena for years, until one day their paths cross in Istanbul. When their eyes meet, Kara's heart trips in her chest, just as it had the first time they'd met.

"Hello, Kara."

#supercorp #taken 2 au #ruby is a badass #we'll get to that part in a bit #but yeah #the tension btwn lena and kara would be soooooo thick #so juicy #yum

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mirrortouchedsea · 3 months

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Day 15

“Tatsumi-senpai, have you ever kissed anyone?” Kaname asked, sitting across from the other boy in the catacombs. Everyone else had left for the night leaving the two of them alone.

“Why are you asking?” Tatsumi replied, confused as he moved one of his chess pieces on the board. Kaname didn’t know anything about how the game worked and was mostly just guessing at where the pieces moved.

“A-ah it’s nothing, I was just wondering…I haven’t kissed anyone.” Kaname could feel his face heating up. God this was embarrassing, why was he doing this?

“I haven’t kissed anyone either.” Their game of chess forgotten for the moment. Kaname’s face burned even hotter.

“Would you--would you like to try kissing?” He barely squeaked out. How was the great Kaname Tojou such a loser when it came to his crush? He should be confident and yet here he was.

“Can you repeat that, Kaname-san?” He loved the way his name sounded in Tatsumi’s voice. It made him want to die in the moment though.

“Can I--Can we try…kissing?” His voice was still soft but evidently loud enough for Tatsumi to hear if the slight blush on his face was evidence of anything. Tatsumi gently moved their chess board to the side and slid closer to Kaname. Kaname felt his heart rate pick up at the proximity as Tatsumi leaned in closer.

How was he supposed to kiss? He tried to remember the movies and how they did it, closing his eyes and letting Tatsumi guide him, his lips slightly parted. The moment Tatsumi’s lips touched his he thought he would fly, and evidently his mouth moved before he could think, as Tatsumi let out a yelp and brought a hand to his lips.

Kaname bit him. Oh how embarrassing! It wasn’t enough to draw blood but still!

“I’m so sorry Tatsumi-senpai! I didn’t mean to do that! Oh god--”

Tatsumi laughed. Kaname stopped in his tracks as Tatsumi continued laughing. He wasn’t laughing at Kaname, though, or at least not at Kaname as a person, but rather at his reaction to the whole thing.

“It’s okay, Kaname-san. We can try again if you’d like.”

“Y-yes I’d like that very much.”

They leaned in again and Kaname clenched his jaw to keep himself from biting Tatsumi again, but he got a little overeager again and felt their heads bump into each other and not where their lips were (which was where he was aiming for). Kaname curses under his breath but Tatsumi giggles again (a heavenly sound to Kaname’s ears) and cups his face before gently guiding him to Tatsumi’s lips.

Kaname was too in shock to do anything for a moment. He was kissing someone. And not just someone. He was kissing Tatsumi Kazehaya, heartthrob of Reimei Academy. He closed his eyes and relaxed, reaching to grab Tatsumi’s blazer and pull him closer. He felt their teeth clack together but it wasn’t as bad as their first attempt and for Kaname, that was enough.

They pulled away, panting heavily, and Kaname noticed that Tatsumi’s pupils had dilated. He wanted to pull Tatsumi in for another kiss but held himself back, at least for a moment.

“That wasn’t so bad,” Tatsumi spoke, breathless and full of affection.

“No, it wasn’t.” Kaname pulled Tatsumi back in for another kiss, narrowly avoiding bumping their heads together again. He could do this forever, just him and Tatsumi in the catacombs, kissing to their hearts content.

#shay writes #tatsukana #january writing challenge #WE'RE BACK ON TRACK BABEY #i already wrote tomorrow's fic too i will have to edit it #but i'm on a roll today i might work on one of my longer fics #if i dont work on something longer i will die i swear. sobbing #options options.... kaokana fic. big bang fic editing.... the newest longform wip edition which is the madaleo fic #umu what else.........#idk actually there probably is another longer wip somewhere #ignoring the madashu part 2 fic i promised IM SORRY I HAVE NOOOO MOTIVATION FOR THAT ONE RECENTLY #i should do a different madashu fic though. for funsies. i should start a new one #OH THE MADATATSU ONE I WAS WORKING ON RIGHT RIGHT RIGHT #yes yes okay but that one i think i am also putting on the back burner for a bit #but yeah i'm going insane i need to write something longer #i am going insaneeeeeeee just writing short stuff so expect less posting from me in february #for a while anyway we'll see if i can maybe get some chapters of other stuff up #but yeah. anyway cutesies tatsukanas today #cutesies rinniki tomorrow that i've already had people read on discord #and we'll follow it with cute madaleos on thursday i prommy i prommy

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harryswinks · 26 days

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this whole moving house thing is so funny we were really set on one town but decided its just not happening and we have a first time buyer wanting ours so we feel a bit under pressure to find somewhere and not lose them so we started looking closer to where we are now and thats somehow lead to my mum telling me on my lunch break we're viewing a house down the road

#a lot of wanting to move away was because we couldn't afford to stay here but this house has been reduced........#we also looked at a house (and put an offer in but i dont think we'll get it) at a house near where i went to school #and if we'd have got that part of me would have been fuming that we moved that close to school #like 15 years after i left there lmao it used to take me 2 hours to get there!!!!! 1 hour on the bus and 1 hour walking because buses from #this stupid fucking town stopped going there!!#anyway i just want to be out of this house im sick of 2 flights of stairs #stacey speaks

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orbdotexe · 6 months

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well, while Cryptid is trolling the Content Box with Traitors and Legacies, I'll throw out some of the page I wrote for Impromptu Arsenal Check--

The Guardian sets a fast pace, throwing him off balance with every other swing, and he’s certain he’s only alive because of the egregore obscuring their full focus. Despite their drive, they’re unfocused—and when the two lock swords he can clearly see the heavy movements of their chest, the gloss over their remaining eye, and the writhing of– He forces himself to breathe instead of recoiling, and instead searches them for something he can use. Eyeing the sword still sheathed on their back, versus the jagged barb in their hands, his confidence is… not rekindled. Disarming them will do nothing… Locked in place, the Void mist sets in and starts sapping his warmth and Light again, and he slides the kindling of a blade under the Guardian’s in a wide swing, forcing them to stagger back. The breath they let out is almost a growl. Looking at them now, it’s hard to imagine how anyone fashioned a hero out of them.

#the forsaken exile #i... remembered it existed today and then wrote and edited it some #but i got a full new page written for it!!!#quite happy about that actually #bc im in Actual Fight territory now so hopefully the next time i sit down to write i can get it at least almost finished #destiny 2 #this *probably* isnt the finished version of this part but we'll get there when we get there lmao #also this Warlock has these thoughts the Entire Time #not quite to the degree of that final line. but it slowly builds up to that point #(versus Crow's first meeting with them and seeing their poor state leading up to him deciding to help them)#he sees their horrible state. the pain the egregore is causing them and even comments on how frantic they are and just...#he just thinks about how he could twist it in his favor to gain the upper hand #And it doesn't really say anything about him in particular either. if youll believe me #ill just leave you with that thought (or else these will turn into REAL essay tags)

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mugmegan · 11 months

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Oh well. Most theories regarding Yoshida, the chainsaw fanclub's purpose and Fake Chainsaw Man (the person that was talking from the shadows to Iseumi was totally FCSM) 's goals were correct I guess.

Yoshida is a villain of the story. I am not surprised but I am annoyed I wasnt completely expecting it either. Ugh, this is Makima all over again... I dont know if he is THE villain of the story but he is now confirmed bad kinda.

Fami is the shadow master of Iseumi's fan project and their goal seems to be to get some kind of reputation in the public eye for Chainsaw Man that would make FCSM more powerfull. They need CSM to exist so they can continue their existence. Which means they need to get Denji in line in some way and "protect" him. So he doesnt mess their plans. This is what Yoshida tried to do when he introduced himself to Denji so I am assuming that "organization" he said he worked for is The Chainsaw Man Society.

Denji is being used for other people's goals all over again. I am imagining they want to get FCSM powerfull enough so that they can have the ability to eat devils out of existence too and maybe like Yoshida said that one time: "Eat Death". So they can erase their problems. Because when Makima attempted it, Chainsaw Man disagreed. So they are removing Chainsaw Man out of the equation and creating their own Chainsaw Man.

I dont know how capturing Nayuta and the dogs (specificly Nayuta) plays into all this. Other than threathening Denji with them, I wonder if they will try using Nayuta for some purpose too? It will for sure be cruel.

This chapter was so short and simple, yet it managed to affirm so much of what we initially thought so like... wow this was an important chapter.

And Fujimoto used those last lines to distract us all from it. Well played. I did laugh my ass off though. This guy has like... no filter.

#if all my assumptions I think are correct get disproven in seconds with the next chapter I will...#dont know what I will do #anyway #I am expecting some parts of it to be wrong more or less since that's just natural but we'll see #csm #csm part 2 #chainsaw man #csm manga #chainsaw man part 2 #csm spoilers #chainsaw man spoilers

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