#their behavior is very demented

[bohemian-nights]

Hi, can you please tell me if there are actually evidences that Daemon can be the biological father of Nettles? Cause on Twitter a lot of people seems convinced of this, they say he probably had her with some wh*re in Driftmark, but wasn't Daemon fighting in the Stepstones in that period? I also don't remember this is stated anywhere in the book. Should i re-read Fire and Blood? Help, im confused.

Oh yes, twitter Dumbnyra stans 😒They are another layer to this tacky circus 🎪 that I don’t even want to get into, but don’t worry you aren’t going crazy cause is zero and I do mean zero evidence to support Daemon being Nettles father.

As always they are making sh*t up.

Dumbnyra Stans have taken the highlighted line from the book to say Daemon is Nettles father:

That’s it. That’s their evidence. Never mind that the line specifically emphasizes that he doted on her like one might dote on their daughter. Meaning Maester Norren is literally saying that as a point of reference, aka a comparison, and not to say that she’s his actual daughter.

I can not empathize this enough, they are using a comparison, while ignoring all the rest, like how Daemon bathes and sleeps in the same bed with Nettles, to say Of course Nettles is Daemon’s daughter. He’d never cheat on my Valyran queen with a dirty Black whore😆

🤦🏽‍♀️I wish I was joking about the last part, but they’ve told on themselves so many times now.

Keep in mind that Daemon fled from Westeros for the Stepstones in 111 AC:

He did not return until 115 AC when his first wife had died:

And Nettles is 16 in 129AC and turned 17 sometime before the fifth moon of 130 AC(before she left Maidenpool):



This means that she would have to have been born in early 113 AC, thus making it impossible for Daemon to be Nettles’ biological father since human gestation only lasts for 9 months.

So they are lying and the only reason why they are doing so is because of anti-Blackness and misogynoir.

After all, these are the same people who feel this way:

Simply put, they don’t want Daemon with a Black woman whom he ends up abandoning their white self-insert for.

I stand by the statement that if Nettles were white they'd have jumped from their Titanic of a ship by now. At the very least they wouldn't be having mental breakdowns at the thought of her being on the show calling her dirty and comparing her to animals non-stop.

Now these fans are idiots, but most of them are smart enough to know not to say that since it's blatantly racist.

So they hide behind the daughter thing to make those who ship Daemon and Nettles look like perverted weirdos and while they are just concerned fans to escape the racism charges🤷🏽‍♀️

#dumbnyra stans showing their idiocy once again #their behavior is very demented #daemon targaryen #nettles #daemon x nettles #nettles x daemon #nettles f&b #netty #nettles ask #bnask #daemon targaryen x nettles #bnasks #nettles asoiaf #anti dumbnyra stans

[obsessivevoidkitten]

An Interesting Safari

Yandere Male Gnoll Pack x Gender Neutral Reader (CW: Violent and painful noncon, gangbang, face fucking, gagging and slight suffocation due to face fucking, dacryphilia, spitroasting, cum swallowing, scent marking, piss marking, reader gets their insides piss marked, musk, spit as lube, kidnapping, non-sexual bondage, gagged and bound reader, escape attempt, chasing, shocked reader, broken reader, general yandere behavior) Word Count: 1.7k (I hope you enjoy this Halloween meal I have prepared for you all.)

You had wanted to go for years to see all the animals of East Africa and finally you had managed to make it happen.

But then at one of the rest stops you had spent a bit too long in the restroom and the vehicle full of tourists had just up and left without you.

Now you were stranded in the savanna with this little bathroom stop being the only structure for miles. You were about to make a U-turn back into the restroom to just hide in until the next tour arrived, but you heard a cackling laugh.

Thinking that someone was there you turned around and called out.

“Hello, is someone there?”

No response. You turned back towards the door and were pulled back suddenly. You were quickly gagged and bound before a large bag was wrapped around your head.

It felt as if you had been slung over the shoulders of someone very strong as your captor began hauling you back home. Even through the sack on your head you could smell his strong scent.

All you could perceive was a demented cackle but after a while your abductor spoke. Apparently he wasn’t alone. They spoke with frightening alien voices that were high pitched to match the laughing.

“I can’t believe we found a mate so easily!”

“Yeah! Normally when we smell a good one the humans get in that contraption and drive off before we can catch up.”

What were they? They spoke as if they were not human at all.

Then a third voice spoke up.

“I found 'em, I get to mate first!”

Oh god, they were going to rape you. They’d probably rape you then kill you and dump your corpse for some animals to rip apart. You couldn’t stop the hot tears from streaming down your cheeks, running as if trying to escape the fate you were sure you were about to experience.

“Hey, it smells scared.”

“I like it, it’s kinda cute.”

The one that was holding you stroked your back in what was probably meant to be a soothing gesture, but its claws lightly grazed you and only brought forth more fear.

“Don’t worry, we will keep you safe and warm and fed, and all nice and full of dick. What more could a little mate want??”

As terrifying as that last part was, at least it didn’t sound as if they were going to kill you.

But that night as they removed the bag around your head and the gag from your mouth you almost wanted to be dead.

You were outside of a cave. Terrifying hyena-like visages stared down at you. Tall and intimidating, muscular bodies completely covered in fur. One was black furred, one red, and one tawny and spotted. They wore only tattered loincloths.

They had rounded ears, hungry eyes, sharp teeth and claws. Clearly apex predators.

Gnolls. You never imagined that monsters such as these prowled the savanna in real life.

You were too shocked to even scream so you just cried silently. One of them leaned down and stroked the tears off of your face.

“No need to be scared, even if it is cute~ We won’t leave you behind like your own kind did.”

They all began removing their loincloths revealing large and strikingly thick cocks on each of them. You screamed as best you could through your still present gag at the sight. You didn’t want that in you.

They surrounded you, undid your binds, and took your clothes off. You didn’t bother with struggling, too scared of what their claws and teeth could do to you if you rebelled.

Then they did something you did not expect. They each grabbed their cock, aimed at you, and began pissing. Your entire body was drenched in the foul liquid.

One of them chuckled at your obvious disgust.

“Sorry, gotta mark our territory.”

They took you into the cave, drenched and naked, and finally removed the gag from your mouth. You knew screaming would do nothing to help you since there was surely no help nearby, so you resorted to the only option you had left available to you. Begging.

They ignored you and only laughed.

“Do you think we are stupid? When else are we gonna find a nice mate all ready to be taken?”

“Yeah, you’re ours and you can’t do anything about it.”

The spotted one, the one that seemed to love your dismay and tears, licked your cheek and placed you on what passed as bedding for these beasts. You were on your back with your legs on his shoulders, pleading and crying the entire time.

He didn’t go in dry, thankfully. He opted instead to sniff at your enticing entrance, giving it a few tentative licks, before going feral and lapping at it like it was the best thing he had ever tasted. Thick gobs of drool drenching your hole, his tongue twirling circles in you and stretching you out a bit.

When he couldn’t hold himself back anymore he jammed his dick right into you, hilting himself to his large testicles in one hard plunge.

You screamed as loudly as you were able as despite the stretching and slippery drool his thick member still opened you up painfully. You were sure you’d rip something.

With your mouth open from yelling, the black furred one took the opportunity to ram his sweaty dick right down your throat. You were dizzy not just from lack of oxygen but from the scent of his cock.

You gagged helplessly as your throat bulged out with each thrust, and you were sure your abused hole was bleeding by now with how hard the spotted gnoll was pounding into you.

They began using you like a two way fleshlight, establishing a rhythm. The spotted gnoll would pull you towards him by your hips and slam you down on his prick before the black furred gnoll would pull you the other way and impale your face and throat on his.

All the while the red one jerked himself off while watching.

You could barely cling to consciousness as you were so thoroughly abused on both ends but finally they both pumped into you. You were forced to swallow mouthful after mouthful of musky gnoll seed at the same time that a massive load was being dumped into you from the other end.

They both finally pulled out and you thought that your ordeal was finally over. You gasped for breath, shaking as you sobbed.

But you were not allowed much time to recover, you had forgotten about the red gnoll. His cock was slightly smaller, and he was less brutal in wielding it, going slow enough for you to manage to feel some pleasure in this whole horrible ordeal.

Though that was almost worse. At least when you felt pain you didn’t feel the guilt that came with your body betraying you.

You felt immensely dirty and ashamed as you came.

They all cuddled you and cleaned up the cum as it leaked down your soft human thighs. Running their hands over you and licking you affectionately as you cried yourself to sleep.

For over a week after that, you were on autopilot. Broken and in despair. The gnolls didn’t care, they were sure you’d come around eventually. As long as they had you there they were happy. They cooked for you, cleaned you, reapplied their “scent mark”, and cuddled you and told you how happy you made them.

And every few days they’d breed you again. Though they were a bit gentler given your weak human constitution. Bakari, the spotted one, was always the most eager to stuff you full of his seed. Kito, the gentlest one forced himself into you less often but cuddled you and babied you constantly. And the black-furred Akida behaved in a way that fell in between the other two.

But no matter who did what to you, you barely reacted.

But one day, you were no longer catatonic. But you didn’t let them know that.

Instead you waited until they were all asleep together one night. You carefully extracted yourself from their grasp. And you ran. As fast as your legs could carry you.

You had no idea what direction you were heading or where anything was, probably why they had put the bag over you when bringing you here, but that did not slow you down in the least. You didn’t care where you ended up or what happened to you as long as you were far away from your abusers.

But even that was too much to hope for. You were sure you had managed to escape but then you heard the cackling. You knew right away that there was no escaping them now. It was close and from all directions.

Suddenly you were on all fours, pushed into the dirt from behind before being forced into a face down ass up position.

“I thought you had learned to be good!” That was the unmistakable voice of Bakari, the most violent of the three, “I guess we have to REALLY show you your place.”

“You were being such a good mate for us, so well behaved.” That was Kito. He almost sounded hurt. Like you had betrayed him.

Bakari ripped your clothes off, shredding them into confetti, before lining up his dick with your hole and driving it right into you with no prep or lubrication. This was far more painful than the first time he had taken you.

He fucked you right into the dirt, thrust after thrust, taking a sadistic pleasure from your tears and pained wailing.

It was by far the worst thing you had ever felt.

He finally emptied his nuts into you and bit your neck hard as he did so. Blood welling up where he had bitten you. It would certainly scar so you would never forget who owned you.

But even then his cruelty wasn’t at an end. He kept his cock in you as he began draining his bladder into your pained hole.

“Gotta mark your insides as property too since what we were doing before clearly wasn’t enough for you.”

It burned all the sores and tears he had created from railing you so hard.

And he was just the first… you would have to endure the other two doing the exact same things to you before finally being given a break and taken home where they would nurse your bites and clean you up and treat you like their sweet little mate.

#yandere terato #yandere teratophilia #yandere x reader #monster boyfriend #yandere monster #gender neutral reader #male yandere x gn reader #monster harem #male harem #yandere male harem #My OCs #My OC Bakari #My OC Akida #My OC Kito #Yandere Gnoll Harem #Gn!reader x Monster Man Harem

[oepionie]

🍰 demented devotions & dark chocolate cake

— ꒰ pairings ꒱ : m.draconia x reader x r.flamme in the moonlit garden, rollo stumbles upon you and malleus in the midst of a slow dance. malleus doesn't like how rollo is being so touchy with you and promptly drags you away. — ꒰ warnings / tag ꒱ : obsessive behavior (rollo), possessiveness, slight power dynamics, soft yandere, rollo calls you 'my lamb', twinge of religious themes because it is rollo event masterlist

NOBLE BELL COLLEGE, bathed in the gentle light of the moon, was a breathtaking sight. The buildings, reminiscent of sanctuaries with their time-worn stone walls, bore intricate carvings that appeared to come alive in the ethereal glow of night. Every archway and pillar whispered stories from the past. The bell towers stood as dark silhouettes against the starry canvas of the night sky, and each chime of the bells echoed through the entirety of the campus.

For Rollo, it had become a nightly custom to wander through the college gardens, a torch in hand, casting light upon his path. The garden provided him with a haven away from the cold, austere chambers of his dormitory.

As he strolled along the cobblestone pathways, the moonlight cast elongated shadows from the trees, while the warm torchlight bathed the surroundings in an almost magical ambiance. However, even in this tranquil setting, memories of a recent festival continued to plague him. The festival began with promise, a colorful whirlwind of music and laughter, but unsurprisingly, it swiftly descended into chaos. And yet, among these memories, your presence stood out as a bright spot amid the less pleasant recollections.

Your hair, like the finest silk, would sway gracefully when caressed by the breeze, and the sparkle in your eyes resembled stardust. However, what had left an indelible mark on Rollo's memory was the scarf that clung to your neck.

Rollo's fingers gently brushed against the soft fabric of that very scarf tucked in his pocket, and a wistful smile played upon his lips. Pulling it out, he pressed the scarf to his face, captivated by the lingering scent that still held traces of your presence. Ah, he could vividly recall how the scarf's color complimented your eyes. You had left it behind by the bell tower that day, and he had stumbled upon it. Although he had intended to return it to you, his search for you had proven fruitless.

No matter, he thought to himself, pocketing the purple fabric, he was certain he would find you sometime during the week.

Suddenly, distant sounds of laughter reached Rollo's ears. The alluring and familiar sound called out to him, and he couldn't resist its pull. Step by step, he followed it, drawing nearer with each move. As he cautiously peeked around the corner of an academic building, his heart sank upon witnessing the scene before him.

Your lips bore a wide, giddy grin as you were swept up in Malleus Draconia's embrace, twirling gracefully in a delicate dance. The fae's lips barely brushed your cheek, a subtle smile gracing his features. The enchanting dance held you both captive in a world of your own, oblivious to your surroundings.

"Heavens," Rollo grimaced, torn between watching the spectacle and turning away. The sight of Malleus pressing a kiss to the side of your neck only deepened his disapproval.

Brazen, lewd, and odious. It was a vile, depraved display.

Unable to watch anymore, Rollo cleared his throat and stepped out of the shadows, shattering the enchantment that had held you both in the dance's spell.

"There is a strict rule on public display at Noble Bell College, one that I had hoped you were aware of," he called out, his tone firm and disapproving.

In that moment, your eyes widened in realization, and you hastily pulled away from Malleus's embrace. Rollo couldn't help but smirk inwardly at the faint frown that momentarily marred the fae's face.

Embarrassment lined your features as you ran a hand through your wind-tousled hair, gesturing with the other, voicing your remorse for breaking such a basic rule.

"I will overlook this transgression for now," Rollo assured as he advanced toward you. His hand reached up to cup your cheek, and you tensed at his touch, your cheeks flushing a pretty shade of red. As you instinctively started to pull away, his hold on your chin remained firm, coaxing your gaze back to his.

Rollo extended his torch closer to you, wishing to see your features more clearly. The flames danced perilously near, a few errant sparks floating in the air, almost singing the tips of your hair and the lapels of your coat. He observed your reactions with an amused smile, enjoying your wariness as you wrinkled your nose at the acrid scent of smoke.

Cute.

Rollo then leaned in closer, the flickering torchlight casting intriguing shadows across his face. His voice dropped to a low, confidential murmur, mindful of the fae hovering over you two.

"What a delicate soul you are," Rollo whispered, his intense crimson gaze locked on yours. "It's rare to see someone like you, tainted by the presence of magic, and yet somehow, still… pure despite it all." His words hung in the night air, a puzzle in his eyes, as if he were unraveling a secret you weren't even aware of.

"Pure?" you blinked, tilting your head in confusion, your curiosity piqued. "What do you mean by that?"

Rollo's lips curled into a wry smile as he brushed his thumb against your cheek. "Oh, my lamb, it's a complex matter, one best left for another time. You're already dealing with plenty, especially with those miscreants at NRC. Those fools are probably driving you mad."

The endearment he used sent a warm shiver down your spine, and you felt flutters in your stomach. Your eyes nervously shifted from Rollo to the serene surroundings of the garden, the moonlight casting a soft, ethereal glow on the foliage.

Malleus, unable to stand and watch any longer, clicked his tongue disapprovingly, signaling his irritation at the unfolding situation.

Wordlessly, he positioned himself behind you, his large, possessive hand gently running up your back. Despite the seething anger within him, Malleus restrained his magical abilities, aware that any inadvertent spells or outbursts could only serve to worsen the situation. As much as he wished to unleash his fiery wrath on Flamme, that would have to be reserved for another time.

"If you'll excuse us. We have somewhere to be," Malleus murmured, his voice laced with urgency as he swiftly pulled you away from Rollo and led you out of the garden.

Unbeknownst to you, Rollo's gaze bore into Malleus with an intensity that bordered on obsession. His crimson eyes radiated an otherworldly fire, and sparks ignited at the soles of his feet. As the flames danced beneath him, the once lush and vibrant grass around him withered and turned into dry, lifeless ash. Rollo then scowled, turning his attention to the scorched ground. He pulled out his handkerchief and pressed it to his face, muttering to himself in frustration as he stepped away from the darkened earth, dusting his shoes off with an absentminded air.

"Blasted fae."

🍰 . . .

Once you were safely out of earshot and view, Malleus came to a halt and his demeanor took a shift.

"Malleus?" you murmured, looking up at him curiously. The fae didn't say a word and instead turned to face you. The moonlight cast soft shadows on his face as he suddenly knelt down before you.

With a look of reverence in his eyes, Malleus took hold of both your hands, his touch warm and tender. He began to lavish adoring kisses along your palms, wrists, and fingers, each press of his lips filled with a tenderness that spoke volumes. It was as if he were trying to convey a silent promise, a pledge to protect and cherish you.

"Mine," he whispered, his emerald eyes sparkling with an almost possessive light, his voice tinged with a sense of ownership that sent shivers down your spine.

"Mine and mine alone."

#twstnexus #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #rollo flamm x reader #malleus draconia x reader #rollo flamm #malleus draconia #twst rollo #twst malleus #rollo flamme x reader #rollo flamme

[qqueenofhades]

One of my favourite Sandman lore pieces I absorbed via tumblr is how, when Dream is having great sex, all the dreamers get to have glorious lustful dreams. Dream really is getting laid and making it everybody else's problem. Magnificent.

Dr. Robert Gadling is whistling an extremely cheery tune as he unlocks his office door -- which, if you had had the night he did, you would be whistling too, or possibly even clicking your heels like a demented leprechaun and wishing top o' the morning to everyone who passed. He's not doing that, but he's definitely feeling extremely good, and he sails inside, pulls up the blinds, boots up his computer, and prepares to answer some emails while he waits to see if anyone's actually going to come to office hours. It's always hit or miss, and then four days later they send a panicked question at midnight that they could have just, you know, asked. In person, in a timely fashion, when he definitely will not bite. He will never understand undergraduates.

Hob keeps the door propped open as usual, thus to project a warm and welcoming attitude, and after he's trudged through the first tranche of emails, he glances up to see one of his students loitering in the hall as if she's about to come in -- then, catching sight of him, turning scarlet and racing off at top speed. This is bewildering, since she's usually among the more talkative of the bunch, but Hob writes it off. At least until he sees several more students hovering in the hallway, who all vamoose the instant he sticks his head out to see if they need anything. This is decidedly peculiar, and he sighs deeply, grabs his mug, and heads down the hall to the faculty lounge, thus to raid it for a cup of coffee. Even more emails (and oh joy, expense reports) await, and he could use the fortification.

When he steps inside, his colleagues Bryan (Economics and Politics in Modern Germany) and Amita (Women, Caste, and Religious Practice in Precolonial India) both immediately turn bright red, clear their throats, and engage in a slightly too-loud conversation about the weather (which, given as this is London, is exactly what you think it is). Hob eyes them curiously, since while bizarre behavior is understandable from students, it is somewhat less so from lecturers. "Hey, guys," he says. "Anything up?"

"Er." Bryan is staring fixedly at the floor, while Amita has become unaccountably fascinated by the raindrops rolling down the window. "Nope. No. Everything normal, Rob. Entirely usual."

"Right," Hob says slowly, having the feeling of a man who has walked into a cave and found something large and furry that he should try not to disturb. "That's just me going, then. If I could sneak past you for the coffee pot, that'd be great -- "

He pours himself some coffee, departs in haste, and almost bowls over Philippa, Head of Department, in the hallway outside. They spring backward like a pair of opposing magnets, he manages to avoid dousing her in boiling hot coffee, and as he apologizes, notices that she is likewise determinedly not looking him in the eye and addressing a spot in midair over his head as she insists that it's fine. What the actual hell. Has everyone in Goldsmiths lost their bloody minds?

The insanely weird character of Hob's day, and the fact that even the clerk at Superdrug seems to cough unaccountably while ringing him up, remains a mystery until he gets home, finds an eager Dream Lord waiting for him already, and they get extremely distracted even before Hob can make dinner. Afterward, as they're lying half-clothed and decadent on the bed, Hob murmurs, "Well, glad you at least can stand to look at me, love. Had a very odd time of it today."

Dream's expression assumes a furtive, guilty quality. He rolls onto his back, head still pillowed luxuriantly on Hob's stomach, and stares up at the ceiling. "Ah," he says, after a very long pause. "About that."

(Two minutes of a deeply humiliating explanation later, Hob screeches, "YOU BLOODY DID WHAT?" Dream apologizes profusely and promises not to do it again. Hob does, of course, have classes and commitments for the rest of the semester, but hopefully it's not too late to change his name, once more fake his death, and move to Australia. Except, of course, they dreamed of him there too. Horrible.)

#anonymous #ask #dreamling #dreamling ff #i absolutely did see that post like 'nobody can look hob in the eye after he and dream first get it on' #so yes a+ bless

[jolenes-doppelganger]

Reflected Through the Looking Glass (Part Two)

Lucifer Morningstar (The Sandman) x fem! Reader NSFW

Summary: Lucifer’s pretty little angel learns a few things; never trust too quickly, and never judge a book by its cover. Hell isn't welcoming, Mother is nowhere to be found, and trouble has a knack for finding the Reader throughout the maze of twisted answers and lies. Is Lucifer truly the savior Reader was looking for, or merely a demented shell of what they were created to be? (Too many 'hell' puns).

Warnings: A little angsty, sensuality used as a form of manipulation. Brief smut (simulated masturbation R receiving, nipple play R receiving, groping R receiving), mild elements of dub-con (Reader gives verbal consent but has limited knowledge of what sex is and what it contains), confusion regarding post-coitus/ sexual activity [Adding in additional info regarding the very brief smut scene just to be safe. It is quick and practically glossed over, PWP.]

A/N: The LONG awaited part two! This series is still not finished, unfortunately my first semester at Uni really took a lot of time and energy out of me. I appreciate everyone's patience and understanding. It appears that my writing slump is momentarily abating, and I am better coping with managing my courses and other adulting things. Anyways, comments and feedback are ALWAYS appreciated and welcome. :)

Word Count: 2.1k

The morning of this sacrilegious place took away the mysticism and otherworldly nature of Lucifer’s domain. The screams that were once eerie and fear-inducing felt... Old. Lucifer's arms that had once been inviting and calming paled in comparison to the safety Mother's gnarled hands had given. Hell was hell. It smelled awful, you realized, curling your face deeper into the bedsheets. Sulfur and other dastardly concoctions of filth drifted upward into the room from the open window. Lucifer stood in front of the window, their hands clenching against the dark stone.

"Little one, come here." they sighed.

Sliding out of bed your feet made clumsy progress, and you managed to stumble over towards them, much to their amusement.

"Like a wee lamb, precious." Lucifer cooed, bringing you into their arms.

The embrace was... Restrained. Lucifer pulled the robes tighter around you, frowning in distaste.

"You should cover yourself more, my love." the quietly scolded.

You chewed your lip in anxiety, pausing when you felt the sting of your busted lip that was still healing. Lucifer was... Off somehow. The warm protector had changed into a preoccupied guardian, their thoughts elsewhere.

"You need a name."

The thought was odd. Surely you had a name... Right? Mother would have named you, you were 'little one'. That's what Lucifer called you too.

"I have a name." you answered, brow quirked naively.

Lucifer's gaze darkened, nostrils flared as they breathed in and out rapidly.

"What do you mean? Who named you?" they demanded, gaze growing dangerous.

It was scary, this sudden shift in behavior. Surely it was not aimed at you? Regardless of the intent of their anger, you shrunk away, raising your wings and covering yourself like a frightened bird.

"I'm 'little one'. That's what Mother calls me. It's what you call me too." you whispered, eyes filled with fear.

Lucifer immediately softened, laughing good-naturedly. They gently reached for you, combing your hair back, cradling your face affectionately.

"Oh, sweet one, that's just a pet name. No, a name is a title. It signifies ownership of creation. And you, my sweet one, were created for me."

You nodded at the notion, turning it over in your head. There was a hang up, naturally. You were created by Mother. Surely Mother would name you?

"What do you mean, I was created for you?"

Lucifer pursed their lips for a moment, considering their response.

"There is another power in this world. A deity, of sorts. I am both that deity's and Mother's creation. But you are entirely Mother's creation. And you were created as my counterpart, a reward for my allegiance to this other deity."

The story made sense, and the slow, methodical way with which Lucifer spoke complimented your ignorance surrounding the world around you. Most things you could piece together from what you'd observed in the century or so you'd been awake. But larger things involving higher powers and domains still confused you.

"Your counterpart?"

Lucifer smiled, bringing you into their arms.

"My other half, my partner, my beloved, my everything." they cooed.

Partner. Well that was a twist.

An impish creature shrieked into the room, jumping and bristling like it was on fire.

"Your imminence, their has been a breach!" the imp shouted, cutting short the tender moment.

Lucifer scowled, shielding you from the gaze of the imp.

"What have I said about barging in when I am with my angel?" Lucifer growled. "She is for me, she is *mine*, she is not for your eyes or anyone else's! I should have you beaten!"

The imp whined, it's ears flattening against the back of it's head. It was a sickeningly sad sight, and it made your heart ache.

"Lucifer, it did not mean it," you defended the poor creature, looking up at the leader of Hell imploringly.

Their gaze went hard, and you feared for a moment that they were going to reprimand you too, but it was for naught. Instead they reached forward bringing you in.

"My angel is very accommodating of other's mistakes." they gently mused. "But the imp has made a serious transgression against my beloved in the name of haste. I will take your views into consideration, but I must attend both to the breach and to the disobedience that runs rampant."

Lucifer turned themselves, hooking a finger under your chin. They seemed to consider you deeply, blue eyes skimming over your features. Then, with a slight smirk, they leaned forward, placing a slow, wet kiss on your lips.

"I'll see you soon, beloved."

Lucifer gracefully released you from their grasp, following the whimpering imp out of the room. Though without activity, you were occupied extensively by the whirlwind of thoughts racing through your head. Lucifer was not some protector, not like Mother had been. They were your partner, and according to Lucifer, you'd been made for them. What was the word they'd used? Counterpart? Counter; against or corresponding to. Part; apart, a piece of something. You were corresponding to part of Lucifer, or perhaps you were a piece that connected to the whole part. The extensive thinking of the eccentricities of words and meanings gave you a slight head ache. Never before had you so deeply analyzed such a simple bit of information.

Mother had always promised you a day sometime in the distant future where you would join her outside of the cradle, where you would be allowed to walk and fly amongst her and her creations, helping her with the Earth and it's many duties. That day had been yesterday... Except... You'd been forcefully taken from the cradle by the dryads. Yes, that is what happened. You'd been afraid, the dryads had been afraid. The outer world had burned and creaked, there had been screaming, destruction, and from that pain Lucifer had appeared.

From one trauma to another, Lucifer had removed you from the good, the safe, the dependable, and thrust you into a world of pain, confusion, and obscurity. Lucifer's domain was that of pain and suffering, you realized. The pain and suffering of Mother's domain had arrived shortly after them. What kind of hell had they thrown you into?

<------------->

"Sweet thing, you seem to be quite the thinker." Lucifer mused, drawing a hand over your shoulder.

You'd spent the hours they'd been away pacing and concerning yourself with the dilemmas of both your situation and awareness. Your body had begun to catch up with your mind, although both were advancing at rapid, nearly blinding rates.

"I have a lot to think about."

Lucifer chuckled at this.

"You need a name, little one. That is what you should be thinking about. I've decided on the perfect one, you need only say 'yes'."

Having a choice in your own name? Surely it was an illusion.

"I see." you nodded, twitching your wings in thought.

"From here on, you will be called (Reader)." Lucifer whispered, bending down to press a kiss on your ear. "You're mine now. I've named you, and that makes you every bit my creation and my beloved."

Their logic felt skewed. You were skeptical, but Lucifer tolerated it.

"Come, dear. I believe it is time we explore the benefits of this relationship."

Their hands trailed down resting on your hips, pulling your back against their front. Lips remained hot on your ear, and an unfamiliar feeling stirred in the pit of your belly.

"Little angel, my little (Reader), do you know what being my counterpart means?"

You shook your head, 'no'.

"It means that we share things with each other that no one else does. Do you remember that kiss from earlier? That's an example of something you only give me. And when we took the bath together? All of your beauty is for me to see, and me only."

Possessiveness vibrated from every conceivable pore of their body. The large, sinewy black wings bore down upon you, covering your soft, pale white wings, hiding them from the light. It was both a metaphor and a reality. Lucifer had taken you from the light, they had taken you from your rightful place among the good, natural things of Mother's Earth and brought you down into the recess of this hellish province.

"You took me away from Mother." you stubbornly retorted.

Lucifer paused at this, their breath ghosting moisture upon your neck.

"I did, but only because you belong here with me." they answered, kissing your neck sensually.

The action caused your breath to hitch. It felt good. Strange, a little unwelcome in it's profound effect on your body, but good.

"Do it again." you asked, curious to see if the stimulation would have a similar effect the second time.

Lucifer chuckled, placing a longer, wetter, sinfully erotic kiss on the other side of your neck. It did have a similar effect, but the feeling from earlier fused with the added arousal, and it seemed to cloud your senses.

"See..? I told you that we were made for each other. No one knows your body like I do. Nobody can please it like I could."

Their hands trailed to the tie of your robe, jerking it down.

"This body? It was made for me. Everything I could desire, everything I could ask for in a partner is right here.

They kissed your neck again, nibbling and sucking the flesh intermittently. The feelings growing in your lower abdomen, you believed it was referred to as your womb or pelvic floor, grew. Leaning against them, you watched with interest as they trailed their hands over your stomach.

"Can I touch your breasts?" Lucifer crooned.

You frowned, but then you nodded. The devil chuckled, reaching up to cup them. It was a generically pleasant feeling, and then they slowly began circling their thumbs over your nipples. The sensation was odd, for the first few moments, and then it became pleasurable. Sensation travelled down to your core, and it amazed you that such places could be connected so. Lucifer hummed in approval, continuing to plant slow kisses over your neck.

"Does your pelvic area feel funny?"

You nodded. It ached, in a both exciting and frustrating way. Lucifer smirked, dipping their hand down, resting it right above your pubic mound.

"May I?"

"Yes."

Long, thin fingers parted your labia, a finger slowly circling around a bud. It was the clitoris. It felt good, and you let out a soft gasp, followed by a moan. Lucifer chuckled, continuing to rub slow circles around the bud. Your mind grew foggy from that point on. One hand squeezing your breast, pinching your nipple, the other rubbing slow circles over your clit. A rising sensation, like an incoming tide drew over you, and bliss. A few soft moments of bliss, like a release.

"Good..." they cooed. "Very good."

Your brain felt foggy, your legs were tired. The added strain of the experience combined with the exhaustion of using them for such prolonged periods caused them to ache. Lucifer carried you into the bath, climbing in with you like the night previous. Few thoughts circled your head as they washed you. Most of them were conflicting. The act of sex... Had it been sex? You weren't sure. It had felt good, but it hadn't felt... Natural. Moreso you felt a little used, like Lucifer had manipulated your body to avoid more questions regarding Mother, regarding the world around you.

As their soft hands washed away the minimal dust from you, an overwhelming urge to cry came over you. Tears poured down your cheeks, and you found yourself briefly wishing that you could go back to Mother. Briefly wishing turned into profusely wishing. Lucifer's hands did little to console you, and for the first time you saw a flicker of doubt cross their features. You weren't supposed to be crying, what you had just shared had been pleasurable, good.

"Honey, sweet lamb, I didn't mean to confuse you." Lucifer whispered, stroking your back desperately. "That was supposed to be good, a loving thing to share... I've screwed up, I'm sorry."

Eventually the tears subsided. The bathtub turned into garments. Garments turned into food. This time you noticed the sourness of the fruit, like it was on the verge of going bad. The small seeds got stuck in your teeth. You winced as you spit them out. This time you noticed the insecurity of Lucifer's embrace. Cracks were showing. Lies were unravelling. But which ones, whether they were lies you could even guess upon, those were unsure.

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Far above Hell, Mother crawled from the cradle. Her Earth remained charred, the fields remained lifeless, and a low growl came from her lips.

"Where is Kore?"

A/N: SURPRISE!!! Greek mythology infused with Christian lore? Who would do such a thing?

Tags: @vii-v @s-c-rambledegggs @lakita-fisher @kermidd5 @popularpop

[LMK if you want to be tagged in future parts]

#lucifer morningstar (sandman) x reader #lesbian #lucifer morningstar (the sandman) x reader #lucifer morningstar (sandman) x you #lucifer morningstar (the sandman) x you #gwendoline christie #gwendoline christie x reader #gwendoline christie x you #lucifer morningstar (the sandman) #lucifer morningstar (the sandman) smut #lesbian smut #gwendolyn christie #gwendolyn christie x reader

[soupbabe]

Ooo okay so I just finished reading your character list.

Can you do Micheal Myers x gn!killer!flirty reader? Maybe general HCs on how their dynamic would be or something

You don't have to do this btw! I am very much satisfied with your tasty writing

Michael Myers x Flirty! Killer! Reader

I don't know which Michael you wanted but I'm staying safe and going with the original 😅

Tagging: @slaasherslut, @the-pinstriped-hood, @devil-doll13, @bugginbeetlew

- Y'know what's a fun thought

- You meeting Michael when you got admitted to Smith's Grove

- Imagine being escorted to a room next to his, the only time he saw you was when you winked at him through a small window on his door

- He definitely thought about that interaction with you more than any other time an onlooker tried to poke and pry to get his attention

- He heard from the doctors that you were demented like him, a person so sick that they'd kill their own family

- Dare I say that he was interested in what you were like

- Safe to say that he brought you with him when he broke out

- He can and will show up to your room, not say anything, pick you up, and leave with you despite any protests

- Not like you would anyways

- "You're a bit forward, aren't you? I like that"

- A lot of your words go over his head

- Give him a lil nudge nudge wink wink and he's just staring down at you with a blank stare

- Get more touchy and he's just confused and shrugs you off

- Though don't be mistaken, he likes your company

- For some reason he doesn't mind your voice and if you get lucky, he'll even listen to your plans (which is a milestone on its own- Michael listens to no one)

- But he really likes to see, is your brutality

- You covered in blood makes him feel funny /j

- After hanging around Michael, you start to notice little behaviors that means he likes you

- Sometimes he just gets really close, like he just puts his hand on your shoulder and breathes down your neck

- Other times, mostly after a kill, he'll take a handkerchief from his pocket and give you it so you can wipe blood off of you

- Tease him about his intense staring, especially when you're covered in blood, and he'll soo be in denial about it

- Will leave you behind or lock you out of the Myer's house or something so you won't bother him for the rest of the night

- And omg omg I'm thinking about jealous Michael

- Imagine flirting with a future victim and you get your kill stolen by the boogeyman

- It's a lot more brutal, one of those kills that are only identifiable by dental records

- It's absolutely aggravating at first, but once you catch on you're becoming a menace to Michael

- "There's nothing to be jealous of Mikey, you already know my heart belongs to you and you only~"

- Sleeping outside for a week for that

- He can't recover from that

#slasher x reader #og michael myers #michael myers x reader #halloween 1978 #halloween x reader #micheal myers #slashers x reader #horror x reader

[fl3shm4id3n]

ₕₐᵢᵣ Fᵢₗₗₑd wᵢₜₕ ₛₑcᵣₑₜₛ

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭. 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴀꜱᴛᴀʀɪᴏɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʏᴏᴋᴀɪ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: Yokai (futakuchi onna) reader has long black hair,

A/N: I've been reading a lot about Yokai, one of my favorites is Tutakuchi Onna, so I wrote a small fic of that yokai. I may do more.

Masterlist

You were somewhat odd, but people don't really take notice of your odd behavior because they're too busy looking at your beauty. Specially your long black hair, it was very long that it reached the back of your knees. Despite everyone only focused on your beauty, Astarion was very observant of those in the traveling companions. He was the one who took notice of your 'odd' behavior.

How you ate very little and how you'd save the rest for later. At first he thought that you were just being cautious due to the amount of food you received that day. Not only that, but you'd eat alone, you never really let anyone eat with you, not even him since you and him are getting closer. He assumed something was going on, where you seen somebody else? Or did you just want to be alone? He could respect that, he knows that people need some alone time. Then, food began to disappear at night. At first it wasn't big of a deal, since there were a few of you, but it got stranger. Huge amounts of food would be gone by the next day and no one knew who or what was eating it. Everyone thought that it was an animal coming by or something.

Another things is about your hair, now you never let anyone touch it. Specially the back of your head. One time that Astarion tried to touch your beautiful hair, you nearly ripped his head off. He never touched your hair again, without your permission at least. He couldn't help himself. He just liked to touch his lover's hair and caress it lovingly. Others didn't mind, but you did. What would be the reason for your outburst? He was now demented to know. Not only that, but he had seen your hair moving in battle, it was fast, but he saw it. As if, your hair had a mind of it's own. Or was he just seeing things? He couldn't get that thought out of his head, he had to know what was going on.

It was just any other night, everyone was most likely sleeping in their own bedrolls in their small tents and Astarion was out eating livestock in the woods. He's been exhausted from that day's mission. It felt long and as if their was no going anywhere. After he was done, he headed back to the camp, ready to get some shut eye. As he approached his tent, he couldn't help but hear a noise. Listening closely, it sounded as if someone was eating. Trying to track the noise, it was coming from your tent. So it was you who has been eating the food? Of course you would, you'd eat like a bird. You didn't eat much.

When he approached your tent, he peaked inside, just to see if his theory was true. But he was met with a whole new different thing. It wasn't you that was eating, but something at the back of your head. Looking closely, it looked like a pair of lips. Munching away at the food that you had saved that day earlier. He watched as your long hair had become some kind of tentacles grabbing the food. Looking down at your physical form, it was clear that you were sleeping. As you slept, the back of your head was practically eating the food you barely ate from. What were you? You looked human, but you weren't exactly a human. So, what were you really? He thought about asking you another day or maybe you'd tell him.

You were feeling guilty, as much as you wanted to tell the others about your second pair of lips, you couldn't. You thought that maybe they'd see you as a weirdo and look at you different. You didn't really have the courage to tell them. Not only that, but the fact that you couldn't really stop it, would only make it upset. If you didn't allow it to feed, it would scream non stop until your ear drums bursted. So you had to let it eat whatever it wanted. First you tried giving it the food you had saved, but it began to eat the other food that was saved for the next day. You had to find a way and time to tell them, but you'd just think of it a lot. How they'd react about your hidden secret.

The next day you were having a lot of thoughts taking over your head. It didn't make it better that the other pair of lips was whispering many things that sounded like gibberish. You were biting at your nails, nervously, overthinking. "What is going on in that pretty little head of yours?" You heard someone say, the you turned at the direction of the voice. It was the one and only Astariron. "Oh, hello Astarion.." you said, removing your hand away from you mouth. "Hello my dear, tell me. What is wrong? You look awfully anxious." He mentioned. You were, he could probably smell it on you. Should you tell him? Do you trust him enough that he won't go and tell everyone? You thought.

Looking down at your feet, as you fiddled with your fingers nervously. "I mean.." you paused, scratching the back of your neck. "I don't know how to put it.. I mean, I've never really told anyone.." You admitted, looking back at Astarion, who was standing there. Waiting patiently. "It's okay, you don't have to tell me anything now, or ever." He responded. "But I do, It's been eating me up for days." You said, very anxiously. "Alright alright, calm down dear." He said, taking you by the shoulders and sat you down on the tree trunk. Trying to get you to relax a bit. You took a few breathes. Trying to maintain and keep yourself calm.

A few minutes have passed. Now you were much calmer. "You alright now dear?" He asked you. Which you responded with a nod. "Much better." You said, a few moments of silence passed. Then you just blurted it out. "Ihaveanotherpairoflipsatthebackofmyhead." You said rapidly. Trying to just let it out. Astarion just looked at you, a bit wide eye by how open you just were. "So, you have another pair of lips in the back of your head?" He repeated what you had said, but in a form of a question. You only nodded, hiding your face with your face with your hands. Afraid that the might say something mean to you or accuse you of something. "Oh darling! That's nothing out of the ordinary. At least to me." He said with a wide smile.

You looked up at him, seen how he didn't react the way you thought he'd react. "It's not? But, I have another mouth at the back of my head. I've been the one who's been taking the food." You added, as a way to test him a bit. "So? I sort of figured it was you. I mean, you barely eat anything and not to mention that one night." He said. This made your heart sink a bit. "Wait, you saw?" You asked him, now getting nervous. "Yeah, by accident. I just wanted to confirm my theory. It made me worry seeing that you barely ate anything. I was going to have a talk with you about that. But I came across that, so I didn't intervene." He explained.

"So you knew, but you didn't freak out and tell everyone?" You asked him, he only nodded. This was new to you, every time someone were to find out about your secret, they'd freak out and go tell everyone about it. This felt as if a huge bolder was taken off your shoulders. "Well, That was unexpected." You admitted. "I take that you're not used to that kind of confession?" He asked you. "No, normally someone would run away, thinking they'll be eater by the other lips." You explained, this made him curious. "Well... can you?" He asked you. "I can." You admitted. "You remember what happened to that one mugger that tried to mug us and he suddenly disappeared?" You asked him. "Yeah, that was odd, I was just about to-" he paused. Thinking about what you had said. "You had something to do with it?" He asked you. All you did was raise your brow at him, indicating that he was right. "You are just filled with secrets are you?" he asked, with a toothy grin. "I guess so." You responded, feeling your face heat up a bit. "Well, I wouldn't mind learning all of them, in due time." He told you with a smirk. Only making your face get even hotter.

#astarion x reader #astarion x y/n #astarion x you #astarion x tav #astarion x fem reader #astarion x fem tav reader #astarion fic #astarion fluff #female reader #female y/n #tav reader #yav y/n #yokai reader #yokai y/n #cereza's writing #cₑᵣₑzₐ'ₛ wᵣᵢₜᵢₙg #𝔠𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔷𝔞'𝔰 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤

[cinnamonest]

I love your writing so much! I saw you mention that you played and enjoyed Hello Charlotte, would you ever consider writing anything for it? I think Vincent would make a great yandere. Thoughts?

VINCENT MY BELOVED

Let me first say that Hello Charlotte is not a game, it is a spiritual experience. Hello Charlotte watered my crops, nourished my skin, and extended my lifespan.

Every guy in that game had me swooning but Vincent was just so precious. Ugh I love them, and the best part is that yandere really feels natural/not far off from canon (probably even perfectly canonical for Aiden). I would love making more in the future as well but I have brief thoughts

(Also the third game + Heaven’s Gate kinda… complicates Vincent’s identity, and the third game gets so metafiction-esque [which is also good, but I like regular Vincent as he's originally portrayed too], so for this part I’m putting that aside in favor of HC 2 alone, also mentions of the “ascension”)

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Vincent would be one of the most devastating to be targeted by though — he's so pleasant and genial and thus so easily misleads you. You don't expect anything bad from him. Behaviors that would normally set off alarm bells in your head, if it were anyone else, don't even register with you when it's him, and even if you recognize it, you tell yourself you're being ridiculous.

…But then there’s also this whole “I’m a god” thing. This faint delusion of grandeur, even if he himself doesn’t really believe it, per se. Presenting himself in such a way that inspires inherent awe (if you actually believe it), a bold sort of existence that’s firm in his claims and presence, but in such an amiable way that it doesn’t feel very arrogant, even if it really is, and may even circle around to seeming more realistically god-like. A demeanor that’s somehow both strong and firmly assertive, yet presented gently, without aggression or loudness.

He has this sort of odd degree of persuasiveness. Despite his gentleness, it feels like he can compel you to do anything. To follow him, both figuratively and literally, letting his words guide your actions, letting him take your hand and pull you forward to wherever he would have you go. To not challenge his assertions -- why would you? He says it with such confidence, surely you would never believe he's lying or misled.

His touches are so gentle, the way he cups your face in his hand, runs his fingers over your waist, rests his head in the crook of your neck. His lips are so soft when he kisses your forehead.

He’s patient, too. He pushes your boundaries further and further, little by little, day by day, week by week. The kisses move from your forehead to your cheek to your lips, the touches migrate from grasping your shoulders to your waist, gradually working their way under your clothes. How he starts off walking you home each day, stopping first in front of your home to hug you farewell for the day, then walks you all the way to your door, then one day the door doesn’t shut because he’s got his foot stuck to hold it open, that same soft smile on his face. And who are you to say no, when he’s been kind to you?

Even after you start letting him in, he stays longer and longer each day. Migrates from sitting on your couch to your bed, moves closer until your thighs touch, then to where he’s holding you... and soon enough, what do you know, you’re lying here panting and sweating, bare skin on bare skin, his arms wrapped around you and his cum drooling out of your body as he murmurs about how good you are.

Only natural, really, that a god would be drawn to such a perfect being. He waxes poetic about how maybe you were made just for him, that fate bestowed you onto him like some kind of disciple, something he can have all for himself, something he inherently deserves for being such a benevolent god.

In the end, eventually, he can convince you to do anything, even running away with him from the demented, false world, by any means necessary, to ensure you can stay only his forever...

#but seriously hes my baby #I love literally every boy in this game #felix has the tsun appeal vincent has the softboy appeal bennett has the crazy appeal #and aiden has the... eerie yet ominously sweet eldritch horror appeal #and then umbr*lla m*n has the 'oh you bastard' appeal 😤😤

[cinamun]

I think the people who think Bishop may care in a sick, demented way and people that think he’s doing this for his benefit…. are both right.

Lemme explain, y’all and don’t jump me! But I do think he does care. A lot of abusers (speaking from personal experience, my ex made me a victim of DV) care about their victims. The problem is That’s often why they seek out controlling and hurting the ones they love. They may love them, but they either don’t have the tools to love someone and treat em right, or they just don’t want to.

When Mercy held that knife to Bishop’s neck, I don’t think he was jus saying shit to say shit. He’s right, he was behind bars for 30 years and being controlled by others. Ion know much about his childhood or pre prison, but even just those thirty years should be enough to truly fucking rewire this guys brain. Control and Bishop go hand in hand, and there could be a deep, innate fear in him that if he doesn’t control - he gets controlled. Especially present in high emotional situations, such as finding a woman and possibly caring/having emotions towards her. Now I can’t say I like Bishop, I kinda wish Mercy cut his ass up when she had the chance - I just don’t know if I think he’s nothing but a stone cold psychopath, partly because of your tendency to very detailed, very nuanced takes on the human psyche, and partly because Most abusers are not jus….joe goldbergs or ted bundys.

I really am curious about Bishop’s childhood in more detail, and why he became this way - I think we need to be open to the fact that prison really did a number on this guy, y’all. That nonny that focused on the fact Bishop is the only one checking on this woman, making sure she eat, that’s true! Some of those behaviors could absolutely be this guy just tryna cover his tracks, but some of them are also….Ion know. I know someone said he may be covering his tracks because Jace know he’s at least abusive mentally, but I gotta point out this man successfully faked his own death and LITERALLY has a lair, y’all. This man would know better. I wonder if he ain’t leaving Mercy to die because he, himself, does not want her dead.

I think this is way more nuanced than just Bishop doing one or the other. I think the two sides have merged together to create the actions we see now, and I can’t wait to see where it goes further. I think he cares for Mercy, and that may be what’s actually triggering him to need to control her this badly. Either he’s scared of being controlled by her somehow, controlled by his emotions or… maybe he’s just fucking scared of losing the woman and it’s easier to control her than face the emotional worth he’s placed in her. It’s perfectly possible he cares for her in a sick, demented way (or at least shows it that way) AND calculates the risk and benefits of certain actions in terms of covering his own back. And PSA: even if prison reworked this man’s damn brain or whatever the case may be, it doesn’t make his actions any more forgivable - it does open the door to rehabilitation one day….possibly. Chile… anyways.

OOOHH WEEEE!!! Class has been in SESSION on this Holy Easter and Trans Visibility Day chile!!

#once again #I have the right to remain silent #*standing ovation* #story stuff #long post

[diacripticcomplex]

Yui x Shu Fic (Not Smut, but it is rather violent so TW)

Yui POV:

To have all this blood on my hands..I didn't think it would get this bad...but I couldn't stop drinking. "Alright that's enough.." Shu's voice sounded so muffled at first, ever since he turned me into a Vampire, all my senses feel out of whack. I could smell things from far away and hear things as well, I was faster and stronger, it was frightening. I became the very monster I detested. All of the Sakamaki brothers, besides Shu, were against me becoming a vampire. Reiji thought it would be best for me to stay dead, so did Laito in fears of Cordelia reviving. But since I chose Shu, it was his decision to make and he chose to turn me into a vampire, therefore I was now his responsibility and burden. This is all Shu's fault..My train of thoughts were interrupted by the human girl I was draining. We were at school, in the music room so I knew the chances of anyone coming in here while Shu was here was rare.

"I feel like I'm dying.." this human girl said, I knew that feeling all too well, to be drained like this. I hated these new sadistic vampiric urges, I did not want to stop devouring her but I knew that I should, however the way she was whimpering and crying...I don't understand why but I found it so amusing...I wanted to throw up at my own behavior and thoughts. I pull away from her. "God...please forgive me.." I fall onto my knees and clampse my hands together, praying for divine forgiveness. "heh...doing something like that while being a soulless creature isn't going to help you.." Shu comments, I glare at him. "Turning me into a vampire wasn't going to help me either, why did you condemn me to such a fate?!" I snapped at him, I never yelled at him like this before, I never had some much pent up rage within me. He looked at me, with his cold eyes and then sighed, he got up and headed for the door. I snatched his wrist with my bloodied hand.

"Let go.." he said, I could feel the irritation in his voice but I did not care. "You will answer my question" I said firmly, I have no idea what's gotten into me, this felt out of character...perhaps this is the power of blood? "I do not have to explain myself to the likes of you..let go or there's going to be some consequences.." he sounded serious, I usually would back down, however something was compelling me to not be myself tonight. Shu turned, he was now facing me and I punched his chest, to my surprise he tumbled to the floor, I did not understand just how strong I was now. He was on the floor now, and I got on top of him punching his chest. "I hate you so much.." I started saying out loud, tears rolling down my cheeks. He took each hit, with no reaction, his face remained emotionless. I stopped punching him and buried my head into his chest, sobbing. I hated being this way. I felt his arms wrap around my waist to hold me in a tight embrace? No, he was applying too much pressure, he was squeezing me. I try wrestling out of his grasp but to no avail.

He flips us over, slamming my head to the floor. It did not hurt as much. He grabbed my throat and squeezed it so hard I knew that if I was still human, he would have broken my neck. He leans his face close to mine. "I condemned you to an eternity with me because you are mine...I will do whatever I want with you whenever I want to as well..your little pathetic hits did nothing to me, I'm going to show you a world of pain.." he says to me, if I was still human I would be scared right now, but I do not feel scared. He took out his trusty little blade, the one he used to cut me up so many times before..."Stick your tongue out." he demanded, pressing the blade to my cheek. I do as he says, "now lick it.." he orders, he was such a demented pervert. I did so, once it was covered with my saliva he looked at it and smiled faintly, he held the blade right in front of my eyes. "What are you doing..?" I question him. He ignores my question and digs the blade deep into my eye socket, tearing out my right eye. I let out the most agonizing scream, then he does the same thing to my left eye. I could feel the blood pour down my cheeks from my now empty sockets. I was crying and sobbing so much that felt like the pain I would deal with as a human. "Since you weren't seeing your fate, I had no choice but to permanently blind you..' he says, his voice dripping with sadism, this is my dark fate. "..hate me all you want, you're never leaving my side.

#diabolik lovers #diabolik boys #dialovers #yui komori #diabolik brothers #diahell #shu sakamaki #shu x yui #dead dove fic #vampire #bloodsuckers #blood #knifeplay

[nadiegesabate1990]

I, Nadiege, am being expelled from my own home because of my homosexuality and also excluded from society. I'm in a situation where I can't work sex (among other things) in my own home in Buenos Aires, Pernambuco.

Where I live is in the city of Buenos Aires, Pernambuco. Rua Laurindo Gomes, number 2, Centro neighborhood.

A bunch of idiots, behind the house. It is the neighbors who are mainly welcoming demented old men with bizarre behavior. I see everyone passing by my street, looking at my gate with suspicion. I understand that they are being persecuted by imitators. They occupy, or rather invade houses, remain motionless and do nothing, making incoherent and strange sounds. Some laugh or cry for no reason. Someone arrives and they get excited. Everyone is raping and being raped. And it repeats itself. Every day is the same situation. It's getting to the point where people and neighbors don't like to see me talking to anyone, I'm isolated and alone. And there's no point in persuading, it's useless.

I'm very worried about my publications on Soundcloud, especially from 2022 onwards, as they didn't have much influence and didn't attract much public attention. Since I'm not that famous, these criminals can steal my music and be successful. But they didn't steal my music, thank God.

And life is very violent around here. I don't know how I can work with these individuals who live on the margins of Pernambuco society, getting in my way and interrupting me all the time and trying to kill me. In fact, they are trying to steal my work and my money. And I hope that my fans have the sensitivity and delicacy to understand this situation. It seems like I'm in the biblical passage Sodom and Gomorrah and I mixed it up with The L Word series. I'm very scared of being murdered.

#artists on tumblr #Humor: #lol #funny #humor #meme #gif #Aesthetics: #aesthetic #vintage #grunge #darkacademia #pastel #Interests: #photography #art #music #anime #gaming #Social Issues: #mentalhealth #climatechange #socialjustice #equality #bodypositive #SoundCloud

[starfxkr]

Couldn’t tell you why but rafe tampering with the lotion made me pause and think thoughts

its very demented and deranged and in all honesty? he prob does something similar to sarah but less in a sexual context and more of a biological warfare context like he used to spit in her mascara or dip her toothbrush in pissy toilet water when they were younger.

like i often think about rose saying he started exhibiting unsettling behavior at 10 which is extremely young when you think about it? so this behavior unchecked turns into like really…weird psychosexual behaviors

#✨.txt #rafe cameron prompt

[sublieu]

Ỏ̷͖̥b̸̮̽͊s̴̲̻̀e̷̹͘s̶̙͂ś̴̞i̴̥̇v̵̗̘̍e̶̹̋̚

Tw: Gore, Yandere behavior, Cheating, Drugging [mentioned]

A.n: fans be warned. this is my first time writing a horror fic and there is no happy ending

You remembered it like it was Yesterday; snuggling with Wukong in your couch as you watched corny romance drama. Everything was perfect.

Until he ruined it.

Going out with separate women behind your back for months on end until Macaque showed you proof himself.

Since then, Nothing's been the same. He was forced to leave your house whilst Macaque comforted you. And after a while, you and Macaque started dating.

Going out for movie dates and occasional love making, it looked like things were going steady now. As Macaque even got to work from home.

You left for a party, sadly Macaque didn't want to go but that still didn't mean he didn't want you to go, getting you ready for a party before giving you one last kiss before watching you enter Iron Fan's car and leave.

Macaque went to the fridge, grabbing some ice cream before going to the living room to watch a movie when his phone vibrated, opening it to see your picture pop up. Smiling contently.

When suddenly the lights went out.

He got up, and turned on his flashlight before going downstairs to the basement to fix the generator, which was very odd but he didn't question it because he just wanted to get back to the movie

As he walked down the stairs he had a weird feeling. Like something was telling him to run or turn around, but he brushed it off as his imagination.

Finally spotting the generator he took the time to fix it, noticing that the wires were purposefully plugged off and repaired the wires before flicking back the switch for light to return.

Until he got clocked in his head, looking back to find Wukong with his staff.

He was about to ask him why was he here until he saw how dilated his eyes were. Which caused him to run out the door. But it was too late as he clocked him over the head again. Knocking him out fully whilst Wukong dragged him back into the house.

Time flies by and you're being driven home, waving to Iron fan goodbye before watching her drive off, turning around to enter your home when you realized that you door was open. Fully.

A sick feeling left a pit in your stomach as soon as you entered your house, the place was dark, sure there were a few lights on but it gave off a creepy vibe.

There was a weird smell in the air, it smelled like an animal died, the living room was turnt over and you spot a dark red liquid on your carpet. It smelt metallic and horrid.

You were panicking internally. Unaware that the perpetrator was still inside your house until you looked around and saw something furry and black. Not wanting to find out what it was you ignored it to the best of your ability and went down stairs.

Only to find Wukong's stick, lying on the floor, with blood. Which caused you to finally scream, making him aware of your presence before running upstairs and locking the door, running to the kitchen and hiding in one of the cabinets when you heard his voice.

"[Name]~ Why are you hiding from me~?"

Wukong purrs, dragging his bloodied stick against your [f/c] rug all the way to the kitchen, Where you hid in one of the cabinets.

This was absolutely terrifying; Coming home to see not only your door unlocked, but a bloodied mess trailing to the basement where Wukong was.

You gagged and try your hardest to not cause too much noise in case he was nearby. The metallic smell of blood alongside the atmosphere had you in fear, you should've ran when you had the chance.

But now you're stuck in your house with a demented Wukong looking for you.

"[Name] don't make me start tearing this house down~, cause if you don't come out I'll do it~"

He coos again, his voice slowly trailing out the kitchen and upstairs, assuming he might be entering your bedroom.

You waited for a good 3 minutes before leaving the cabinet and going to the door, to see it locked.

"shit. Shitshitshit"

You whisper, looking around the room for something to protect yourself with. Even a metal rod would help; Until you remembered that not only you had pepper spray in your purse, There were your 3 sharpest knives. To which you quietly entered the kitchen and snagged the knife before you heard his heavy footsteps come down stairs and put the knife in your purse to engage your attack.

As soon as he entered the kitchen again, there you were,(horribly) hiding behind the fridge.

"Ah! There you are~! You gave me quite a scare!"

He starts and puts down his stick to come and hug you, perfect time to enact your plan.

As soon as he hugged you, you pepper sprayed him, forcing him to try and wipe it from his eyes before stabbing him in the neck. Letting him fall to the ground before stabbing him repeatedly in the chest and neck area.

He tried to defend himself, but failed miserably and pretended to play dead; Stopping his pulse till he was sure you were done. Which was shortly after.

You got up, breathing heavily before going to your door to break the locks off. Until you heard laughing, weird. Turning around you were shock beyond belief.

There he stood, slightly limping with his eye popping out his socket with his jaw dislocated.

Somehow, he started running towards you, ready to tear you apart before the door finally broke off to give you a chance to run.

You started screaming for dear life, calling out for help as he still chased you, how was he still able to run with a limping leg!?

No time to ask questions as you saw Pigsy's restaurant; Pigsy outside and locking the door.

"PIGSY OPEN THE DOOR"

You yelled as you reached closer, he looked back and saw Wukong before opening the grill and dragging you in; locking it with extra security measures which forced Wukong to try and open the place himself as you and Pigsy heaved before looking back at you with shock in his face.

"What the fuck happened and why is Wukong trying to break in!?"

He asks before calling down Mk from his room to get bandages; Mk wanting to know an answer as well.

"I-i don't know! All I did was come home to see my house unlocked and blood in my living room!"

You panted out. When you remembered 'Wait... Didn't you leave Macaque there this evening? Oh god... Dont tell me he's dead!?'

After putting two and two together, you fainted. That's why you noticed black fur in the living room. Wukong killed him, and he was coming after you next.

Suddenly, the metal door got torn off. Wukong in all his glory, his popped out eye now gone leaving a baren hole where an eye was, he didn't look like he was limping like he did before. That was the last thing you saw before blacking out.

You woke up, groggy and confused. Once you realised you were in your basement, you attempted to get up. Only now realizing you were tied up to a chair.

You were scared, but remained as quiet as possible. You were still unsure if Wukong was still in here until he started talking.

"I must admit, pepper spraying me was a smart move on your end"

He starts, revealing himself from the shadows, his jaw back in place and an eye in where a hole was. He also looked like he had a shower before talking to you.

"Y know I'm hurt. I come back to talk to you after all these years and all you do is just hurt me and run away?"

"Where's Macaque?"

You asked and he chokes you, forcing you to try and move his hands away from your neck by falling to the ground.

"You're gonna talk about him while I'm here?! Are you fucking kidding me?!"

He threatens before calming down; continuing with his speech before helping you back up and going over to turn on the lights. Blinding you temporarily.

"Here's your Macaque"

He smiles, you screamed in utter horror at the sight.

Macaque was nailed to the wall, his upper half open and sprawling his guts out. Blood dripping to the floor; until you looked at his eyes, stitched open and looking at you directly.

"See? He's still here! Say hi to him! I had to stuff a cloth in his mouth though cause he wouldn't stop screaming"

He smiles and waves to him, Macaque only started crying as muffled screams left his lips. Which caused you to cry out of fear.

"Mk and Pigsy are here too!! See?"

He talks again before turning your chair to see Mk beheaded and Pigsy, on a plate. His body having a golden brown, he was cooked.

"They tried to keep us away from each other! But I got rid of them! So now we'll never be apart!"

"You're fucking sick Wukong!"

He looks at you with those sickly dilated yellow eyes before standing up; You knew you were gonna get hurt but you didn't care.

"You're absolutely fucking delusional if you expect me to wanna take you back after this y-you fucking psycho!"

You continued screaming at him, crying profusely before saying your final words of hate.

"I will never date you again! Get that through your fucking head you demented fu-"

Before you could even finish your sentence he cut off your tongue, letting the blood clog your mouth before spitting it out, your blood now on your lap as you continued crying.

"I wouldn't have done that if you had kept your mouth shut. But it's too late now.  At least now you'll finally shut up."

He gives you a sadistic smile, laughing at your misery as you kept crying, until he forced your head to look at him.

"I'll give you your tongue back as long as you say you'll love me. Understand?"

He coos in a teasing manner, you nod before he forced you to drink a weird smelling liquid, healing back your tongue before he kissed you. Licking whatever left over blood in your mouth.

"See? Was that so hard? Now that I know you love me we'll never be apart! And I'll make sure of it."

©𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐮 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐; 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝

#sun wukong x reader #lmk sun wukong #yandere sun wukong #yandere x reader #lmk x reader #lmk x y/n #lego monkie kid sun wukong #lego monkie kid x reader #lego monkie kid x y/n #lego monkie king #lego monkie kid #🍑lmk masterlist

[paragonrobits]

on the question of 'does the ice crown make you want to be a Dad to reflect the OG Gunter viewing Evergreen as a father', let us look at the behavior of everyone to wear the crown and whether this contrasts with their behavior otherwise

Gunter: the original wearer of the crown, he put it on and immediately started blasting ice everywhere and just shouting GUNTER NO because that's all Evergreen was to him. if there's a paternal aspect to this, he wasn't around long enough for it to happen

Farmworld Finn: An interesting question. He definitely has a large family; the largest family of any Finn incarnation. But the thing about it is that every version of Finn we've seen grow up, barring Our Finn (and that's largely because we don't really see much of him later on in life, just hints), they always have a number of children, and ALWAYS named Jay and Bonnie. So it seems a bit more likely that this is just part of who Finn is, not the crown lingering on him. Farmworld Finn DOES have the largest number of kids, though its hard to say if that's significant or not. Additionally, he doesn't really act particularly fatherly (even account for being just a kid at the time) while wearing the crown. He's manic, demented and almost a walking horror story, but he's not inclined to take care of other people except in a vaguely proactive and twisted way.

Vampire King: he is clearly the biggest question here and the one that makes this an important question. Does his treatment of Marceline as a spoiled rotten monster suggest the crown is making him more paternal, in a twisted way? I would say that his behavior isn't actually that different from what we see of him, and in fact this is a pretty common vampire trope in itself, where the eldest and strongest vampire has vampire heirs that get special treatment. Of note, he explicitly does not have any physical alterations or the mental changes of the crown at all, which would suggest that its not affecting him at all. If the crown DOES make you father material, it would be strange for that to be the ONLY change to him while he is otherwise completely unchanged.

Simon Petrikov: Whoo. Here this is. The big one. The most important question here. It haunts my dreams and torments my memories, and the answer either way completely changes and influences Simon's entire character and his interactions with others. If the Crown makes you fatherly, then his relationship with Marceline was purely a result of that. The one good part of being Ice King being a compulsion he was helpless to resist; that makes it HORRIFYING. The one happiness he has here being just another part of the crown making him into something he wasn't. And the flipside is this; that in some way, everything he suffered was worth as one tiny part of himself remained intact, making him paternal and a caretaker in his own strange way; first to Marceline, then to the penguins. I keep having images of Simon wanting to be a father and have a family long before meeting Betty or finding the crown, and it just feels so RIGHT for it to ultimately have granted him that wish.

So let us compare and contrast his behavior towards the other wearers of the crown, and the interesting bit is that there are VERY few common denominators, whether in behavior or not. The crown turns you into a mutated image of Evergreen, but the actual personality changes vary REALLY wildly; Ice King becomes maniacal and prone to mood swings (And we see that Simon himself has a pretty violent streak when annoyed), Finn is a destructive force of nature with a dissonant serene attitude as he freezes the world to save it, the Vampire King is completely unaltered, and Gunter was just completely out of it. There's very little behavior in common, and most interestingly it seems to amplify your personality traits, not completely change them.

Few of them have fatherly vibes at all; Simon sticks out for it being the most consistent aspect of his character, and perhaps significantly here, its most present BEFORE he completely loses himself to the Ice King persona, and is otherwise mainly present in subtextual impulses and Ice King's behavior when he's in a good mood.

Perhaps most tellingly of all, the opportunity to help others is what snaps Simon out of apathy in Fionna And Cake, suggesting it is a deep seated part of himself; while it's not IMPOSSIBLE that this is a lingering aspect of the crown, I suggest that its something fundamental to Simon himself, amplified and warped by the crown.

In this vein, those years he spent with Marceline before he couldn't win against the crown anymore were retroactively the happiest in his life; he doesn't have the lingering doubts or questions if he could have done better as with Betty, and he can't remember much of his time as Ice King for good or bad. Being Marceline's father is the best part of himself, he might think, and his character strongly circles around protecting, caretaking, and supporting others.

#adventure time #analysis #ice king #simon petrikov #vampire king #farmworld finn #queued

[hyperfixingfr]

CW for abuse. Idk if I've said this already but a conversation with @rainbowwwzo last night prompted a thought. Why are we still trying to claim 2 and 3 have good families?

1 & 5 have amazing families (Cree aside). 4 has a family who's trying their best, although probably need to look into why their son has behavioral issues instead of sending him to boarding school. But they still have their best intentions for him!

However, 2 and 3 have both been shown to have abusive and neglectful families. Somehow, I still see some of you claim they aren't that way despite the piles of clips that prove them to be horrible for their children.

For one, Numbuh Two is PHYSICALLY ABUSED. He's wacked over the head with a cane for anything mildly annoying he does. And his mother does NOTHING. Even when in the same room watching it happen, she does NOTHING. His grandmother can't even remember his name. He results to LYING to try and get her to love him, and even that doesn't work. Do you understand how that would impact a child? Do you understand that his fear towards fighting in the show and tendency to yelp or scream is a trauma response, because he's abused? I'm not saying you need to headcanon the boy with 98 mental illnesses or something... But you'd really be mischaracterizing him and ditching what is so obviously shown in canon if you didn't have this impact him in some way, shape or form. I feel VERY strongly about his home situation being misportrayed in particular because I was once in a situation where I was living with only my abusive, demented grandmother and my mother who was too weak from her own mother's abuse to save me from being abused too. My home situation looked just like his and it almost offends me when people claim he'd be happy go lucky, no heavy mental battles, content with his life, best outcome of the group. Because I can tell you right now, absolutely not.

For Numbuh Three, she gets the most ignorance. Her father was shown to be emotionally immature, screaming, yelling and slamming when he couldn't scoop *ice cream*. I hate to say it, but do you think a man who can't even handle letting ice cream melt a bit would be treating his daughters right? Absolutely not. We'd be lucky if all he did was emotionally abuse them. But judging by his reaction, it unfortunately seems he'd lay hands if upset enough. He reacts this way constantly. And his wife isn't any better. She seems to be projecting herself onto her children. She seems dull and uninterested in doing anything worth-while, and seems more keen on keeping them entertained indirectly instead of directly via playing with them. She raises so many red flags that you'd only see in emotionally abusive or absent parents. And even if she weren't, you cannot discredit the fact that she'd be letting her husband do it to them instead. Because she hardly does anything about it besides saying "calm down". We all know Kuki's innocence is a fake mask, but it baffles me how many people cannot piece together that she puts it on to protect herself from the environment her parents have created. She acts innocent to protect her feelings, most likely from her father. If she acts innocent, people let her off the hook more, which means less yelling.

Tommy and Mushi both take on personality traits found in abused children. Tommy seals himself off after realizing he can't always have his brother available (would've been achieved had he been in the KND) which means he wouldn't have the support of anyone that likes him or at least tolerates him. Hiding away in his room would be the best way to avoid conflict from Lydia. While Mushi takes on a evil, "I need to be the center of attention" demeanor. She goes to extremes just to get back at people who had her best interest in mind. Usually children give up a grudge like that quickly. It's not as bad as Tommy's signs, but it does imply she's attention hungry.

I'm not saying to make them both look like emos listening to MCR daily. But please, take 2 and 3s home lives into proper account. Especially when trying to portray it. I don't like seeing all of these misportrayals of people saying they've got perfectly happy families because they don't and it's very obvious they don't. At least to me, who had experienced both an abusive grandmother + hopeless mother and emotionally immature angry all the time parent. Missing the basic "2 and 3 have bad home lives" feels like you've missed the point of the show. Of course kids with bad home lives are gonna be there fighting for a better home life. The show is about fighting for basic rights for children. Completely glossing over a very in your face instance(s) of children being treated less than human is crazy.

#knd #codename kids next door

[blowflyfag]

WRESTLING ALL STARS: Heroes and Villains : February 1993 

Ready for something really scary, boys and girls? CACTUS JACK’S A MANAGER! 

By GEORGE NAPOLITANO

The wild, weird and wacky Cactus Jack has taken up a new career. He’s now a manager in the WCW. Cactus is managing the affairs of the unpredictable Barbarian and the one-time “Mr. USA” Tony Atlas. It wasn’t that many years ago that people said Cactus Jack was unmanageable! How can a man known for his unpredictable and bizarre behavior come to manage two veterans like the Barbarian and Tony Atlas?

[Cactus says, “People say I’m nuts–but I know exactly what I’m gonna do every time I enter the wrestling arena!”]

It defies logic but it’s true. Several months ago after suffering a severe groin pull, Cactus Jack approached the Barbarian about helping his career. The Barbarian surprisingly agreed and the two have been together ever since.  Cactus confided in the Barbarian that he knew how to make him a champion. Cactus Jack has been putting the Barbarian through a very rigorous training regime. The training may be unorthodox by normal standards but why would anyone think that Cactus Jack would stoop to orthodox tactics for his stable of contenders?

“No one gives me any credit at all,” Cactus moaned after putting his proteges through another strenuous routine. “I know exactly what I am going to do every time I climb through the ropes. My job is to win in any way I can and I will use anything I can to get the job done. If it means using a chair, the ring posts, the guard rails or the stairs to beat my opponent, I will use it. People say I’m unorthodox. People say I’m nuts. Some say I’m crazy–but tell me what’s wrong with using stairs if they’re there? It doesn’t matter how you win just as long as you win and the Barbarian understands this now. He’s a man after my own heart. He’s tough, strong, powerful and a little crazy too. That’s what makes him so good. Besides the Barbarian, I now have Tony Atlas in my stable too, and my new killer is the same way. He used to be soft but my good friend Tony Rumble taught him a better way. Now he’s ready to be champion in the WCW. With the Barbarian and Atlas I’ve got the next champions in my corner.”

[While wrestling for UWS a few years back, Cactus was managed by wrestling legend Maniac John Tolos.

While the Barbarian looks on, Cactus explains to WCW announcer Jim Ross just how he and the big guy are going to conquer the world!]

It’s still hard to fathom how Cactus Jack–never a champ himself–can instill enough knowledge into his men to make them champions. Although this may seem impossible in theory, there are many other managers who fall into this category. The renowned Captain Lou Albano never won a title; neither did Bobby “The Brain” Heenan. Paul E. Dangerously, Jim Cornette and Jimmy Hart never even donned a pair of tights! Using this as a barometer, Cactus Jack then certainly has the credentials to be a manager! If Cactus is even half as successful as these other great managers, the Barbarian and Tony Atlas could be championship bound.

[The maniac’s table of wrestlers is already impressive. Cactus has taken The Barbarian and Tony Atlas beneath his dement wing!

A horribly bloodied Cactus Jack screams at the crowd following a match in the Orient.]

Whether the Barbarian and Tony Atlas can achieve championship status remains to be seen, but Cactus certainly has them believing in themselves. With their new positive energy, their strength, agility and skill and unpredictable behavior of Cactus Jack at Ringside, the Barbarian and Tony Atlas could be championship bound.

[Here’s how the Barbarian looked back in the days when he was one half of the WWF tag team known as The Powers of Pain.

Cactus Jack may seem like a complete lunatic in the ring, but insiders say he isn’t as crazy as he acts. Yes, there's a method in his madness!

Cactus Jack’s new main man is Tony Atlas, shown here working over Greg “The Hammer” Valentine.]

Don’t laugh, stranger things have happened in the crazy world of professional wrestling!

#cactus Jack #mick foley #magazine scan #magazine transcript