#demon bobert

[datchscursedblog]

Doodles

#the amazing world of gumball #tawog #fanart #tawog bobert #tawog alan #tawog ocho #tawog polly #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #plushtrap #fnaf plushtrap #nightmare balloon boy #nightmare bb #tawog penny #penny fitzgerald #fnaf chica #chica fnaf #mr. sys #mr sys #mr system #fnaf dee dee #dee dee fnaf #unfortunate day polly #demon bobert #hopeless bobert #dominator alan #degratory ocho #unshelling night penny #Mario's Madness (Gumball Mix) #traditional art

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Finn Wolfhard Characters X Reader idea’s for you! (part 1)

MILES FAIRCHILD (THE TURNING)

Miles Fairchild X Wednesday!Reader (inspired by the Jenna Ortega version)

Miles Fairchild X Emotionless!Reader

Miles Fairchild x Goth!Reader

Miles Fairchild X Werewolf!Reader

Miles Fairchild X Scarlet witch!Reader

Miles Fairchild X Mute!Reader

Miles Fairchild X Demon!Reader

Miles Fairchild X Succubus!Reader

Miles Fairchild X Twin!Reader

Miles Fairchild X Vampire!Reader (inspired by Abigail from Abigail 2024)

Miles Fairchild X Punk!Reader

Miles Fairchild X Ghostface!Reader

Miles Fairchild X Cannibal!Reader

Miles Fairchild X Zombie!Reader

Miles Fairchild X Ghost!Reader

Miles Fairchild X Enchantress!Reader

Miles Fairchild X Blind!Reader (inspired by Toph maifong from avatar: the last airbender.)

Miles Fairchild X Siren!Reader

Miles Fairchild X Mermaid!Reader

Miles Fairchild X Yandere!Reader

MIKE WHEELER (STRANGER THINGS)

Older!mike wheeler X Sapphire witch!Reader (Scarlet witch powers but dark blue)

Older!mike wheeler X Werewolf!Reader

Older!mike wheeler X Vampire!Reader (inspired by Abigail From Abigail 2024)

Older!mike wheeler X Demon!Reader

Older!mike wheeler X Mute!Reader

Older!mike wheeler X Escape Lab!Reader

Older!mike wheeler X Yandere!Reader

Older!mike wheeler X Enchantress!Reader

Older!mike wheeler X Blind!Reader (inspired by Toph beifong from avatar: the last airbender)

Older!mike wheeler X Zombie!Reader

Mike wheeler X Maleficent!Reader

Mike wheeler X Werewolf!Reader

Mike wheeler X Vampire!Reader (inspired by Abigail from Abigail 2024)

Mike wheeler X Zombie!Reader

Mike wheeler X Mermaid!Reader

Mike wheeler X Twin!Reader

Mike wheeler X Succubus!Reader

Mike wheeler X Demon!Reader

Mike wheeler X ghost!Reader

Mike wheeler X Depressed!Reader

BOBERT (RULES FOR WEREWOLFS)

Bobert X Werewolf!Reader

Bobert X Vampire!Reader (inspired by Abigail from Abigail 2024)

Bobert X Amethyst witch!Reader (Scarlet witch powers but purple)

Bobert X Siren!Reader

Bobert X Succubus!Reader

Bobert X Demon!Reader

Bobert X Enchantress!Reader

Bobert X Ghost!Reader

Bobert X Zombie!Reader

Bobert X Twin!Reader

Bobert X Sister!Reader

Bobert X Transgender!Reader

Bobert X Tomboy!Reader

Bobert X Cannibal!Reader

Bobert X Blind!Reader (Inspired by Toph beifong from avatar: the last airbender)

Bobert X Mute!Reader

Bobert X Goth!Reader

Bobert X Punk!Reader

Bobert X Brother!Reader

Bobert X Werewolf Little sister!Reader

RICHIE TOZIER (IT)

Richie tozier X Werewolf!Reader

Richie tozier X Siren!Reader

Richie tozier X Ghost!Reader

Richie tozier X Goth!Reader

Richie tozier X Blind!Reader (inspired by Toph beifong from avatar: the last airbender)

Richie tozier X Mute!Reader

Richie tozier X Succubus!Reader

Richie tozier X Demon!Reader

Richie tozier X Tomboy!Reader

Richie tozier X Enchantress!Reader

Richie tozier X Transgender!Reader

Richie tozier X Punk!Reader

Richie tozier X Vampire!Reader (inspire by Abigail from Abigail 2024)

Richie tozier X Mermaid!Reader

Richie tozier X Zombie!Reader

Richie tozier X Cannibal!Reader

Richie tozier X Depressed!Reader

Richie tozier X Little brother!Reader

Richie tozier X Twin!Reader

Richie tozier X Flirty!Reader

TREVOR SPENGLER (GHOSTBUSTERS:AFTERLIFE)+(GHOSTBUSTERS:FROZEN EMPIRE)

Trevor Spengler X Scarlet witch!Reader

Trevor Spengler X Sapphire witch!Reader (Scarlet Witch but Dark blue powers)

Trevor Spengler X Wednesday!Reader (inspired by the Jenna Ortega version)

Trevor Spengler X Transgender!Reader

Trevor Spengler X Ghost!Reader

Trevor Spengler X Ahmanet!Reader

Trevor Spengler X Enchantress!Reader

Trevor Spengler X Punk!Reader

Trevor Spengler X Goth!Reader

Trevor Spengler X Siren!Reader

Trevor Spengler X Mute!Reader

Trever Spengler X Depressed!Reader

Trevor Spengler X Twin sister!Reader

Trevor Spengler X Vampire!Reader (inspired by Abigail form Abigail 2024)

Trevor Spengler X Mermaid!Reader

Trevor Spengler X Zombie!Reader

Trevor Spengler X Demon!Reader

Trevor Spengler X Succubus!Reader

Trevor Spengler X Twin Brother!Reader

Trevor Spengler X Russian!Reader

Trevor Spengler X Catwomen!Reader (inspired by the Hallie berry version)

Trevor Spengler X British!Reader

Trevor Spengler X Heamokinesis!Reader

Trevor Spengler X Aerokinesis!Reader

Trevor Spengler X Chornokinesis!Reader

Trevor Spengler X Jinx!Reader

BORIS PAVLIKOVSKY (THE GOLDFINCH)

Boris pavlikovsky X Flirty!Reader

Boris pavlikovsky X Vampire!Reader (inspired by Abigail form Abigail 2024)

Boris pavlikovsky X Werewolf!Reader

Boris pavlikovsky X Russian!Reader

Boris pavlikovsky X DepressedReader

Boris pavlikovsky X SuccubusReader

Boris pavlikovsky X Mermaid!Reader

Boris pavlikovsky X Ghost!Reader

Boris pavlikovsky X Goth!Reader

Boris pavlikovsky X Punk!Reader

Boris pavlikovsky X Big sister!Reader

Boris pavlikovsky X Twin!Reader

Boris pavlikovsky X Siren!Reader

Boris pavlikovsky X Wednesday!Reader (inspired by the Jenna Ortega version)

Boris pavlikovsky X Telekinesis!Reader

Boris pavlikovsky X Brother!Reader

Boris pavlikovsky X Blind!Reader (Inspired by Toph beifong from avatar: the last airbender)

Boris pavlikovsky X Mute!Reader

Boris pavlikovsky X Tomboy!Reader

Boris pavlikovsky X Transgender!Reader

Boris Pavlikovsky X Zombie!Reader

Boris Pavlikovsky X SZA!Reader

Boris Pavlikovsky X Pyrokinesis!Reader

(A/N:hi! There’s also a part 2 and 3 to this go check those out as well and maybe some of my other posts I bet you’ll like them)

#y/n #y/n au #x reader #idea’s #miles fairchild #finn wolfhard #miles fairchild x reader #the turning #stranger things #mike wheeler #mike wheeler x reader #Rules for werewolf’s #Finn wolfhard as Bobert #richie tozier #richie tozier x reader #It #ghostbusters afterlife #ghostbusters frozen empire #trevor spengler x reader #trevor spengler #the goldfinch #boris pavlikovsky #boris pavlikovsky x reader #stranger things 4 #stranger things 2 #stranger things 3 #stranger things 5 #vampire!reader (inspired by vampire!sammy from abigail 2024) #You can use these ideas on Wattpad as well! #tumblr

[simtoriya]

I'm sort of back here again, so, a current WIP: Halloween inspired save where nearly every townie is an occult sim.

I don't have GTW, so no aliens. Fake demons & fake fairies are planned. Some sims are gonna be deleted turned into frogs.

Also mr Bobert is perfect so he stays himself 100%

In my head this save's a banger, in reality I'll probably burn out pretty soon. Anyway the process is sooo exciting

#sims 4 #vicky uses her tumblr as a diary again #ts4 screenshots

[incorrect-zampanio-quotes]

Bobert Robert: We all have our demons.

Bobert Robert, grabbing Robert Bobert: This one’s mine.

#zampanio #zampaniosim #settlers from the west #robert bobert #bobert robert

[puthyflapps]

Ik this is old news lol but Arryn briefly mentioned Bobert yesterday and ofc Belizas went apeshit talking about how she can't move on, so today she's back and she's COMPLETELY GOING OFF ON THEM YOU LOVE TO SEE IT!!!! ARRYN SAID NOT TODAY DEMONS MY GIRL WOKE UP AND CHOSE VIOLENCE

But r u going to tell me what she said??

#ask #arryn zech #b0b

[saint-cichol-is-watching]

What if they did an interview with the brothers and everyone involved with the exchange program? You have the prince of hell, a butler that can control reality basically, angels, a damn wizard and those powerful demons and then there’s Bobert, 42, who works at Walmart and only ended up in hell because he thought he entered a raffle or smth and is now having the time of his live cuz honestly, retail is worse than hell

STOP I CAN'T BREATHE WHY IS THIS SO TRUE 😂

#obey me #obey me asks

[decodad]

(almost) new year, new demon look for bobert

#body horror / #MAYBE THIS TIME ILL BE DONE #moon's art #moons's oc junk #robert

[buddyfromearth]

Highlights from tonight’s Curse of Strahd

The guard’s name is Bobert. 

Now Bobert is gone.  

“I found an acorn but not much else.” 

“TOTO, WE’RE NOT IN AFRICA ANYMORE”

“The acorns are shiny.  Bad news.”

“No plants?  Aw shit!”

Derek brags while we talk about death.  I think he’s a bit of an ass. 

“I’m scared and I don’t like this.” 

“Do you want my cargo pants?”  “Dude that’s creepy.” 

“You’re gonna be like Trent Reznor!”  “Are you Trent?”  “Dude, you’re just like Trent!” 

“Let’s move in!”  “No!”  “Guys, stop, you’re scaring the kids.” 

“These walls are sexy.”  “How sexy?” “Make a perception check.” 

“Is it blood?  I hope not.”

“OK this is bad.” 

“Wait they’re snakes?”  “It’s not great imagery.” 

“Should we split up?”  “No that’s how we die.” 

“We’re not Scooby Doo.  I’d like to think we’re a little bit smarter.”  “Not smarter than Shaggy though.” 

“Let’s punch Strahd.”  “He’s a challenge rating of 15.”  “You’re only level 2.”  “I have grief of Henry.” 

Ye Olde Golden Fishes: Thou Snack Hast Smiled Back!   

“What’s fresh?”  “You!”

“It’s immoral to steal other people’s things.”  “It’s one goldfish.  We’re gonna get rid of the demon, let me have a goldfish.”  

PTSD goldfish 

“It’s like that Eric Andre meme with the gate and the screaming.” 

You point at the ceiling and yell at it for your problems.  

“Let’s defeat the monster with a letter set!  Brilliant!” 

“Ah-ha, I find something.” 

25 golden peaches 

Battle time!  It’s fucking pissed. 

“Ow!  He kicked my ass!” 

Ass damage 

“I know how the gods feel now.” 

“The blessed meat has failed us.” 

“It’s straight up dead, yo.”  “Finally.”

“Man it kicked my ass.”  “Ass damage.”

With @pr3tty-hat3-machin3​ and @clowncamp​

#dungeons and dragons #dnd #out of context dnd #curse of strahd #long post #language

[11rarelights]

Crystal Powder W.Dust-Tyco x Angel Dust Tarotina Killjoy- Husk x Katie Killjoy Veandra- Villa x Crymini Bobert (Dust)- Husk x Angel Dust Brunhilt- Nifty x Hatchet Ihmatip- Husk x egyptian demon There you go. The kids.

#hazbin hotel #hhng

[laraslandlockedblues]

Do we have a face claim for Bobert and Petyr? What are their personalities like besides bumbling?

We do not have face claims for them, actually. They’ve vaguely based on fun bumbling duos, maybe even as far back as Abbott and Costello.One of them could be Buster Keaton-esque for sure. 

I have some background for them, but they’re not fully developed yet. That will continue to happen with After Rain. They were only vaguely developed in the old fic, and the Rylen Appreciation Week one shots. Now that I have more time to work with them they’ll probably grow and change as minor OCs that Rylen (and occasionally Abby) interact with.

But what I have so far - Petyr is actually a very young Templar who was under Rylen’s command in Starkhaven. He accompanied the small retinue of Templars who went with Rylen to Kirkwall to provide aid after the Chantry was destroyed and the city descended into chaos. He’s quite a bit younger than Rylen though and is still learning the ropes and trying to do his best as a Templar, and later a member of the Inquisition. He decides to follow Rylen and some of the other loyal Templars to the Inquisition, mostly because the idea of war with the mages terrified him. Poor guy...

Also fun fact that may have been missed - Petyr is the young man Rylen was trying to defend from a demon before he fell through the rift and ended up on Earth at the beginning of Just Like Heaven.

Bobert is one of the newer recruits from the area after the Conclave is destroyed and the Breach appears. He joins to try to defend his family, but all he’s known is being the son of a farmer, and is rather ill-equipped for combat and working for the Inquisition, especially in the face of everything they come up against. Whether or not he’ll get better under Rylen’s tutelage...we’ll have to see ;-) He can be easily convinced to take dares and be pushed to put himself out there with too much confidence and bravado. The night he approached Abby in the tavern in After Rain was definitely at the behest of some other recruits egging him on. If only he’d known he was being convinced to hit on the Captain’s lass...oh Bobert.

As for how the two become friends and a Bumbling Duo - they likely bond over how many times they each have to run laps around the lake at Rylen’s command. Unfortunately their friendship doesn’t really help them improve, just sort of...creates more chaos. At least for a time.

Maybe they’re a bit like Merry and Pippin. They mean well, they really do - but sometimes their inexperience and goofiness can cause problems.

Hehehe fun ask! These two silly OCs are so much fun and will continue to be a thorn in poor Rylen’s side throughout After Rain. 

#thanks for the ask! #bobert and petyr #bumbler and mumbler #fun ocs #minor ocs #after rain #just like heaven #poor rylen #these two definitely end up at griffon wing keep with him #as if he doesn't have enough problems #ladycremecaramel

[justiisms]

*kiyondo is sitting right in front of kaito's door and resting his back against it, yawning and rubbing his eyes before frantically shaking his head*

"Since bro's been complaining about ghosts and demons more often lately I'm going to stand guard and make sure nothing comes in to scare him. If there's anything suspicious, it'll have to go through me first!"

".....................T......Taka.... about that. U-Um...."

Normally, Bobby would have been proud of his nephew for wanting to protect his son like that; however... something tells him his flaming red-eyed nephew may give the astronaut a completely opposite reaction...

"D...D-Don't worry!! Leave the protecting to Papa Bobert: I'll make sure my boy is alright... n-now you go on back to your room and get some sleep, okay? I'm sure he will be just fine while you do! A-Ahaha...."

#FKDJVKJNDJKDNJDK KIYONDO..... #ur heart is in the right place but i am so sorry my boy.... #he would s c r e a m and run away from you to o.... #Bobby answers;; #essenceofjustice

[lokitheawesomeness]

Music Tag ♪

So I was tagged by the amazing @bobert-downeyjr

Put your music on shuffle and write down the first 10 songs that come up.

1: The Forecast by Jason Mraz

2: Runaway by Linkin Park

3: Africa by Toto

4: Did You Get My Message? by Jason Mraz

5: Miss Jackson (Feat. LOLO) by Panic! At the Disco

6: Suicide Season by Bring Me the Horizon

7: Demons by Imagine Dragons

8: This is Me from The Greatest Showman

9: Love Somebody by Maroon 5

10: A Million Dreams (Reprise) from The Greatest Showman

Now I shall tag @indecisive-trashcan @jinkoe @too-otakool-for-you and anyone who just wants to do it.

#tag post #music tag

[turing-tested]

ill never forgive andrew hussie for trying to sully guy fieris good name. that man just wants to eat and he has kind eyes and andrew hussy have done us a disservice by tryna sully his name instead of actual fucking demon bobert flay

[dark-unimaginably-stupid-kids]

What the King Wants [Take 2]

D.U.S.K. A gift for @sleeping-mara because THEY’RE SUCH A GOOD SHIP and they’resofuckedup and I love it.

In which Gen continues to write in second person because it’s fun and I’m awful. 

Lucifer does some soul searching and decides to avoid his issues once more with Robin. Except. It doesn’t help.

Cassandra hasn’t spoken to you on this visit. You’re not sure how you feel about this. She was dark and sullen during the entire hunt. Honestly, you wished she’d stop insisting on the hunts in the first place. You could feed her just fine with provisional demon’s blood like the rest of your people in Illusions.

But she insists, every visit, that you take her into the city. That you show her how to ensnare a human. That you show her how to manipulate them and how best to break their skin and leave them dazed and confused in the middle of the streets.

Why?

What’s her reasoning?

If I’m to be so abhorred by my brother, I should have a reason to be abhorred.

It’s what she said the first time and she doesn’t bother dignifying you with a response the many times you’ve asked since.

It’s…well honestly, it makes your heart heavy but it’s—

It’s your fault.

It’s your fault, it’s your fault, it’s your fault. Why did their bond scare you so much? Why did you allow yourself to sit in Lanas’s nightmare and even consider for a moment that your children could possibly—

Why did it scare you.

You should have known better.

You should have had more faith.

You should have…

Even when you’re back home quietly undoing the buttons of your collar you can’t stop thinking about it.

“Have I…” You mumble aloud to no one, alone in your chambers, “Have I become…them?”

A glass drops.

Suddenly you realize you’re not alone.

For the briefest moment your blood runs cold and your eyes narrow and your body prepares itself to attack, rip to shreds any intruder that could happen to have invaded your personal time like this.

Honestly, that alone should have been a red flag enough.

You were caught unaware.

How stupid.

But when you turn on your heel and see him there, standing with tray in hand, empty glass laying thankfully not shattered on the carpet at his feet, you relax.

Because it’s only Robin.

No one relaxes you like Robin.

And yet, his expression causes you to pause. His jaw is slack, his eyes are bright and his brows a pressed together while he stares at you, his grip on the tray loose enough to have tussled the glass.

“Yes Bob?” You ask him. Point blank. Careless. Flippant. How you normally are with him.

“No.”

He says it almost immediately, like it wasn’t even a response to your words directed at him but…

“I’m sorry?”

“No.” He says again, firmer. He lets the tray drop from his hands completely, off to the side and landing muffled along the carpet beside the glass. You realize the glass had at some point been full, and you’ll have to get the carpet cleaned but you barely have the moment to consider this before Robin is upon you, one lightly scared hand gripping at your loosened collar.

“You have not become them. You will never be them, Lucifer.”

His eyes have you frozen. The poor sad things that have seen far too much. The scars across his face the proof of it all.

It takes you a moment to realize he’s said your name.

“Ah…”

His other hand comes up, placed lightly at the back of your neck. You’re not sure how he’s done it. Made your mind go blank.

It was your name, it had to be. Does he even realize he’s done it?

“I don’t know who put that thought in your head but you’re not. You are my lord Lucifer, my sovereign, my savior.” He breathes the last word, softly and carefully lowering his head so he’s barely a feathers width from pressing against your chest.

“Please don’t compare yourself to them.” He mumbles, quiet enough you almost miss it.

You wonder how you came to deserve him.

Because you compare yourself to your parents most in how you treat him.

Some time ago you’d even had to lock him up. Keep him away from some demonic angel that thought it was all good fun to play with a king’s tings. You’d had to keep him shackled there, guarded, silenced, so he couldn’t sink into the angel’s manipulations any further.

Sure, the reasons behind his imprisonment were different. It was for his own good. You’d done it to protect him.

But at the end of the day, you knew what it looked like.

You remembered how you’d first found him.

You remembered the smell of your mother’s blood as it stained your hands and you remembered looking up and seeing poor small wrecked Robin.

At the time you hadn’t thought much of it. So blown away but what you’d just done. By what you’d had to do to a pair that looked so like you. That smelled like you. That spoke like you.

Having stumbled on their pet didn’t phase you.

Considering what they’d done to you, what you’d known of your parents while you grew up in the underworld with a couple that did care about you despite not being your own blood, you weren’t all that surprised.

Honestly, what did surprise you was that he was the only one.

The only passing thought you’d had about Robin at the time was… “He must have been special. Perhaps. To them.”

And then you kneeled before him and released him. A rabid looking stranger. Maybe he could have been dangerous but at this point, having just killed the king and queen of your own people, you weren’t all that worried.

He vaguely remembered Robin’s raw voice mumbling something, more a scratchy whisper, “Your eyes…”

But you couldn’t be bothered. You rose, you offered him a hand if he needed (not that you bothered to wipe off the blood) and when all he could do was look at you, you shrugged your shoulders and turned around. Off to locate your brother who you knew would come searching for you soon.

If you’d asked yourself then if you ever thought that creature would ever matter in the long run, you’d probably have said no. The pet was nothing but a frayed loose end to your predecessor’s reign. Not even you’re problem really.

And yet here he was.

…your pet now.

How disgusting.

You knew better. You had to.

When you’d locked him up to protect him—was it really to protect him or was it to protect your own pride? That your toy had wandered off into someone else’s hands for a few nights?

No, that wasn’t the problem. The problem was when he’d come back, edgy and frazzled and not himself.

Why did it matter if he was himself?

He was something you owned, not a person.

You saw him just as your parents once did. Monsters. Horrible vile monsters. Just like you.

Why then, did it upset you so much? Why did it frustrate you to remember how you’d kept him in the dark. How you’d held him bound in nearly the exact way they had when you’d found him. Why did that almost spur you on in your hunt for the angel?

Why did parts of you scream how dare you make me do that to him when you’d finally found the loathsome creature that thought it could touch your Robin.

…Well, other than your inability to take responsibility for your own actions.

Perhaps there had been a better way. A kinder way to protect him. Something then unknown to you. Or had it only been the passing of years that made you inclined to try and at the time you’d simply decided not to bother?

When did Robin start to matter to you.

Really matter?

…Did he really?

His hand shook lightly behind your neck, like he was frightened. And of course, he was. You can’t remember the last time he’d approached you so intimately. This wasn’t like him. He was a servant, he knew his place.

Yet…

You reach out a hand to press against the back of his head, push him down against your chest properly while the other snakes around his waist and pulls him close to you.

“I appreciate the words, Robin.” You offer, using his real name for what’s probably the first time this decade.

He stiffens at this but doesn’t make to pull away, “I’m sorry. I was being forward.” His hands lower but he stays pressed to your chest. It’s not like you’re going to let him move now.

“Bob? Forward? I wasn’t even aware that was something you could be,” You offer with a light chuckle. Perhaps it’s for the best that you stop thinking about the past and go back to playing.

It’s easier. Simpler. Fun.

You try not to think about how much you resemble your parents. You try not to think about how you’ve ruined your children in behaving just as they did when they tried to ruin you. You try not to think about how you were inclined to Robin in the same ways they were. How you enjoyed his company and yet twisted his life to suit your needs.

You try not to think about how Robin, dear sweet naïve Robin, actually thinks you’re better than them.

With a playful tug, you pull him away from your chest and toss him in the direction of your bed where he lands with a light “oomph!” and you laugh to yourself as his eyes lose the fire they’d previously held when he’d tried to argue with you. Instead of that fire they hold a softness, a complacency in the way things are and a touch of fondness in the realization of his position.

Yup. That’s more like it.

“I’ve had quite the day Bob!” You grin, undoing the rest of the buttons on your top and slipping it off your shoulders. You don’t care that it falls on the floor. That’s usually where your clothing ends up anyway.

“Have you now, Sire?” Bob sighs out, sounding exasperated but his eyes are still soft.

“It’s Luci, Bobert. And yes. You’ll make it better now, won’t you?” You push on, making your way to the bed and climbing over him as you push him to lay back down. His face flushes a bit but he rolls his eyes.

“Bobert? Really?”

“Really.”

“I can’t believe you.”

“Yes you can.”

“I can, I just don’t want to.”

“That’s the spirit. Now isn’t it grand that it’s not about what you want?” You mean it as a joke but a part of you can’t help but wonder, openly, does he want this? Has he ever really? Would things be different if you were less your parents son? You should get up. You should leave.

You don’t want to.

And then for the briefest moment you think he might have smiled at you. Just for a moment.

“Of course, my lord. Whatever you want.”

And maybe when you kiss him it’s softer than it used to be. And maybe when your hands drift along his skin you’re more careful around the scars. And maybe when he breathes in your ear, your mouth open at his collar, it takes a little more restraint to remind yourself not to feed on him. Not to offer your own neck. Not to push any more intimacy into this than was strictly necessary.

Maybe it doesn’t matter because it’s intimate enough all on its own.

Maybe when you’re lying there staring at his back after demanding he spend the night with you—“In the kings bed? how disrespectful!”—you notice the odd feeling in your chest.

Something you’ve done a good job of ignoring up until now.

“My Lord?”

“Luci.”

You listen to him sigh before he turns over and looks you in the face for a moment before his eyes dart to the side, almost bashful. “Goodnight, my king.”

“...Goodnight.” You watch him close his eyes and your chest tightens a bit.

Yeah, you’re not sure when exactly you started wanting him this much. In this way. This might be a problem.

#dusk #d.u.s.k. #dark unimaginably stupid kids #Lucifer #Robin #OC's #original #original writing #original characters #ahh what else do I tag this as #bleh idgaf I just didn't want to copy paste this over skype and lose my italics #here you go lovely #I don't even think I posted the first one lmao... #whoops #idc you're like the only one who's gonna read this anyway #<3

[getreadytosmash]

The Past that Smashed

Chapter 23

Hulk’s POV

I fell back into the kitchen to find Red and Jen fighting. I didn’t feel like stopping them so I’ll let them sort it out themselves. I looked at the table to see that my pancakes has disappeared.

*sigh*

Well….so much for my breakfast.

I noticed that Rick and the other’s haven’t moved. Carla and Ennui were enjoying the fight, Rick was trying to get Carla’s attention, and David was in distress.

I walked over to them to ask what happen.

“So what are they fighting about, David?” I asked.

“Dude, after you left Red wanted your pancakes but She Hulk didn’t let him. So yeah. And now they are fighting and someone can get hurt,” David responded while sinking further into the couch.

“If Red is fighting for the pancakes, then where did they go?” I wondered.

“Oh! That’s easy. Skaar took them while they were to busy. So are you not going to stop them, are you going to let them fight, or what?” asked David wearily.

“I don’t know. I’m just got back from saving Sammy and I don’t feel like doing anything. And I’m still a little hungry,” I admitted.

“Oh! Well why didn’t you say you were still hungry? I have breakfast burritos in my bag if you want. I didn’t know She Hulk was making pancakes so I didn’t bother to bring them out!”

“Sure. I guess.”

“Come on! There in She Hulk’s slash Carla’s room,” said David as he stood up relieved to go before the fight could gets any uglier.

“Ennui! I need to talk to you about something. So come with us,” I said remembering what younger Ennui told me.

“Ugh,” Ennui responded. He was enjoying the fight and did not move at first.

“Now.”

“Sure, Dad” Ennui murmured.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

David went to get the burritos and went to my room so I can talk to both him and Ennui. I explained about the play, ‘Macbeth’, and what does it mean.

“Oh my god. Here we go again with this bullshit again,” said David.

“Excuse me?” I asked.

Ennui stepped on David’s foot and looked annoyed. David was yelling while hopping on one foot.

“'Macbeth’ is a cursed play. If you dare say 'Macbeth’ on stage something bad will happen. The Drama, or English, teachers will always warn them about it but then again do we ever listen?” explained Ennui.

“So you think some kid is going to say ‘Macbeth’ and Sammy might be the one who gets hurt?” I asked.

“Dammit Ennui! That wasn’t necessary! We can’t tell you if it really did happen or not but we can warn you just in case and sometimes we are not always telling the truth. We are here to answer SOME certain questions we think is very necessary or just to confused you guys. But I think the myth is all bullshit just like the idea if ghost are real,” David said glaring at Ennui.

“Shut you face, David! You said demons and aliens were not real. Look at us now. They both exist so there is a large possibility that ghost can too,” sneered Ennui.

“Does Bigfoot exist? No. Does the Loch Ness monster exist? No. Does the fucking Chupacabra exist? NO! This is what happened when you listen to people who are extremely superstitious.”

“Leave my grandma out of this! You’re the guy who was looking trouble with since you have a bird in you house. Do you want to know what that means, David. Death.”

“You leave MY old cockatoo, Mickey, out of this. Besides, I have another bird names Micky anyway.”

“You’re just ASKING for something to happen.”

“You’re the one who does weird stuff. Do you still have that weird knife that you have to-”

I stopped listening to them and just deal with those two fighting. I never thought Ennui as a believer while David was the skeptic one. How where they even friends in the first place in beyond me since they are so different.

I bit the burrito that was on the bed. They were getting cold but I’ll just deal with that too.

Carlos’ POV

I was leading Robert into my apartment but I still couldn’t believe it. How dare this man come to me, of all the other people, after what he has done to Sam. His own cousin.

I open the door for him and he was shocked to see my interior.

“This is one big ass expensive apartment, Carlos. Jesus! All of this looks so expensive and new! How did you-” Robert started but I cut him off. Of course he would be surprised because it’s me who owns it.

“I appreciate the compliment but all I what to know why you’re here. Come over here. I’ll show you where my kitchen is,” I said cooly.

He nodded but was still amazed.

My apartment kinda has a penthouse look along with very expensive equipment I use to help my prima, Carla, on her movies or any other thing. My tiles and walls were white but most of my furniture was black and a few were red. Most of my walls are filled with pictures of my family or very close friends. I looked at my flat screen TV to look at my favorite on. It was a high school picture of all of us; Sam, Carlitas, Dawn, Ennui, David, Sam’s parents, Dawn’s parents, Carlita’s parents, and me. I couldn’t help but smile but then I remembered Robert was here so I continued walking.

We sat down on my smooth black table to see what the hell Bobert wants. His name is Robert but we use Bobert because he hates being Bob.

“So…,” he started.

I raised an eyebrow at him.

“Umm…. Do you…uh have a girlfriend? Is it Dawn? You know, since you are always with her and talk a lot to each other,” he started.

I swear to God I’m going to slap a bitch.

“No. I’m happy being single, thank you very much. Dawn and I are friends. BEST friends. Nothing more or nothing less,” I stated. Well…more like friends with benefits. Let’s forget about that.

“Oh…”

“Quit stalling! Tell me why you are really here for. If it’s not important then get out!” I snapped, slamming my hands on the table.

Robert looked terrified. He had never seen me like this. Actually no one has, but he’s going to find out the real me.

“I'm….I’m sorry for everything I did. I was stupid, insane, and an asshole for listening to my own mom. I never got why my mom wanted me to hurt Samuel but because I wanted her approval, I did it. I did feel guilty after the last stunt I did that….nearly killed him. After that I was rethinking everything. I wanted to find Samuel but he went missing so I tried to look for Carla and then she left so I went to you. If you do find Samuel, since there is a less chance I would find him, can you tell him this,” Robert confessed.

“…”

Something’s not right. Why me? Why didn’t he try to find his other cousin?

“Why?” I simply asked.

“Huh?” he said in confusion.

“Why did you try to find me but not YOUR other cousin, Dawn? It must have took months to find me but Dawn was one day since you guys are family. I mean it’s not hard getting Nathaniel’s number then get Dawn. Why waste your time on me?” I wondered then frown.

Robert stated at me. He started tapping his foot and was looking somewhere else.

“Uh…Well-You know….Dawn. She’s not much of a talker and maybe never wants to talk to me again. And David too. Carla, David, Dawn, and their family would never talk to me again and I didn’t know….who else? I mean you can’t find-what’s his name- Oni? I mean, where can he even be?”

“So you thought that it would be easier to talk to me rather than the others?”

“Well, to find-”

“No! You thought because how I was the supposed to be awkward, shy, clumsy idiot who would be the first one to forgive you! I’ll tell you something, I am NOT the weakest one in the group! Who said you think did all those stuff to you in high school!?”

“What-I….” Robert was tapping one finger on the table.

“Those stuff like cutting are backpacks, gluing our pants on the chairs, or put chili peppers in our food? Wasn’t that Carla. I can literally hear you guys say “Carly did this” or “I can’t believe Carly did that. I’m not that stupid.”

….

“He he he”

“What the-What’s so funny Carlos?” demand Robert.

“Ha ha ha”

“Dude! You’re creeping me out.”

“HA HA HA! YOU THOUGHT CARLA WAS ‘CARLY!'”

“Yes! Who else could it be?”

I stopped laughing at his stupidity to explain how dense he was.

“What if…. I told you that Sam calls ME, ‘Carly’.”

I let that sink in to see how amusing it was to see Robert horrified.

“But-But-”

“You heard me. Carla was actually ‘Carls’ but you wouldn’t know. And by the way I actually found ENNUI, not Oni, you idiot.”

“How!?”

“It would be a waste of time telling you but I will say this. I may have learn how to hack stuff, even in S.H.I.E.L.D’s computers.”

He only stared at me with his mouth wide open.

“I am not who you think I am. It’s true that I am awkward and shy to strangers because I don’t know them. But I’m not actually clumsy. You see, I drop stuff and trip on a lot of things, even my own feet, to make Sam feel better about himself. I wanted people to think that I was the failure and I can’t do anything right rather than Sam. Sam was the first person I actually talked to that than my family and my first friend. I’ll do anything for the people I care about. I WANT to look bad for him so he doesn’t think he was the useless or worthless person that his aunts thinks. However it’s your mother that caused this bullshit to happen just because she doesn’t like Marie who works so hard to keep both her sons safe. But no! YOU turned Phil against us and now it was even harder for us to take care of him. He dropped out of school because of you! Everything happened because you!”

I was shaking in rage. I’ve never felt that angry before.

“Get out,” I barely said in a whisper.

“Huh?”

“Get out!”

“But-”

“VETE AL INFIERNO! AND FUCK OFF!” I screamed.

Robert fell out of his chair and was shaking in fear. He pathetically tried to get up but trips on HIS own feet. After he was out of my sight, I can hear the door slam.

I sighed and sunk back in chair. I felt a headache coming after that little show.

There was a knock on the door.

“Come in.”

One of my neighbors came in with a worried expression on his face.

“Carlos, hijo, estás bien? We never heard you yell before.”

“I’m fine. It’s just that…”

“Its okay. You don’t have to tell me. Pero I will make sure that he will never step foot here again. “

“Thanks Edwin.”

Edwin left and I haven’t move from the chair. I painfully stoop up and dumped myself in the couch.

I wish Dawn was here.

/I’ve been waiting to that part about Carlos. He’s very more in the behinds the science kind of person. Well I have stuff to do now.I hope you enjoy/

(I'm so annoyed that Tumblr hasn't been letting me post this. But good chapter! I love the dad Hulk, give it all to me! And the first show of dark Carlos! The story of Phil is giving me a bad feeling and I almost don't want to know what he does to Leader...almost. My poor jeallybean, I want to hurt you and then fuss over you! Poor Hulk, having to deal with more kids and fighting XD)

#Fanfic #The past that smashed #Hulk #Ennui #David #Carlos #submission

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Kiss in the rain + Pale

A warm, autumn rain beats rhythms upon the wooden deck that connects the warm outdoors to the dark, airy interiors of the prestigious hillside estate. Normally this soft, unbroken thrum would have lulled a restless heart to sleep, but such a favor would not grace Mr. Page, the master of the house, tonight. His mind was lost to many things: the weather being one, his artificial eyes another.

He recalls a time when his unnatural eyes frightened him. He used to jump whenever he passed a mirror or saw their red reflections in his steel cigarette case. They were like the burning orbs of a demon, who whispered curses from immortal planes and lead the hungry down the paths of moral obscurity.

Not any more. Now he found their practiced designs beautiful, and chose to admire their fiery reflections over the sparkling, city lights below.

His self appraisal continues until the ghostly reflection of his exhausted wife breaks his concentration. He turns to catch her mid-yawn as she drifts down a twisting flight of stairs. Her soft white hair was all in a tussle as was her nightgown, a “retched obstruction” that could never be as soft nor as warm as his Gillian’s skin.

The man grins and his eyes alight with vibrancy. “Good evening, gorgeous.” His attempt at flattery was returned with a sleepy, hollow glare.

“One would think that a bit of cool would come with all this rain,” she croaks miserably, scooting over to her husband, whom stood only inches taller than her. “Hong Kong is truly miserable during typhoon season. Let’s go back to England.”

Her gripe was returned by a deep chuckle for Page preferred heat over chill. “It is not typhoon season just yet, but fear not. I shall see you return to thy northern castle before the true storms come, my queen.”

The nickname earns him a smirk, of which he returns, then a small moment of quiet. The pattering of the rain fills the void, but Page no longer dwells on it or on himself. Instead his eyes seek out his wife, who yawns and folds her arms across her chest. Her mismatched eyes watch the trails of rain.

Slowly his hand snakes over her small shoulders so it might thumb against the skin she chose to show. “One day,” he whispers with a strange vibration edging his already sharp voice, “I will rule the skies. The sun shall be my chariot and the clouds my bed. I will create tempests and breezes both with a single blink of an eye.” He chuckles again and moves behind her so his arms now wrap around her middle and his full lips press behind the curve of her small ear. “I shall make it rain or shine for you, my dear. Whatever you like…”

Gillian remains quiet as her husband, pleased with himself, kisses down her neck. A moment later, however, a soft snort comes to her nose. Long, pale fingers with nails painted red dance over the arms that held her, and scratch ever so lightly. “I value my husband more as a person than a space heater…” she speaks, her voice unwavering though her quickened breath dares to betray her latent fears.

The air changes between them, but neither are willing to mention the sudden flood of complicated moods. They both knew it was a futile venture to persuade against the dream. Page would rule this world even if it meant sacrificing his mortal body and selling his consciousness to a machine. He would rule it even if it meant never seeing his wife with his own two eyes ever again.

The man tightens his grip, but never enough to hurt. No matter how well they mastered the science of cloning and personality downloading, they could never truly imitate the original being. A secondary Page would always fall short to the original. This they knew.

Both frustrated and inspired, the man gives his wife little warning before he pushes her out the glass double doors and onto the soaking deck. She screeches in a girlish manner, a rarity in their age, as light tumults of rain drench their clothes and skin.

“Bobert! Really?” was her protest until she sees his eyes, and feels his lips press upon hers.