#IF ANY OF YOU ARE FREAKS ABOUT KNIVES I WILL FUCKING END YOU BY THE WAY.

[kitpine]

Now that the strike is over I can post stuff! Wips for some edits incoming, as I would like broader feedback maybe

First two are just a Kim edit I did on my phone this go around- I wanted to give her slightly longer hair, though. It's like a very miniscule change but I am fond of it? Idk. I kept both for the sake of having both.

Red Panda Knives! As was brilliantly suggested in the discord, so many thanks for that-

And Stacey and Jimmy! As suggested by @gayspectacless (unsure if entirely wittingly,) I went with a fallow deer for him! And Stacey is a mink :3 I was gonna give her her claws back but I think I didn't because I feel like she'd trim them? Eh, there's always future edits to course correct.

#knives chau #kim pine #sp comic #sp comic edit #edits #scott pilgrim comic #scott pilgrim vs the world #scott pilgrim gets it together #scott pilgrim's finest hour #(since those two are where the panels came from im almost 100% certain) #fox girl #red panda girl #IF ANY OF YOU ARE FREAKS ABOUT KNIVES I WILL FUCKING END YOU BY THE WAY. #kitpine #fanart #(i forgot abt the stacey and jimmy piece for a minute so their tags are goin back here dhshxidjdgd) #stacey pilgrim #scott pilgrim jimmy #mink girl #deer boy #(oh so mink girl isnt a tag but deer boy and red panda girl are... i see how it is /j) #i do have the knives one without the shading if anyone would prefer that version btw! for peeps who reblog stuff #(also tags that occurred to me while making the next post--) #au #hybrid au #scott pilgrim hybrid au #scott pilgrim au #ooc #(i hate the tag limit... so much.) #(some more posts incoming)

[yandere-daydreams]

Title: A Haunting.

Pairing: Yandere!Bruce Wayne x Reader (DC).

Word Count: 1.2k.

TW: Implied Stalking, Nonconsensual Touching, and Obsessive Behavior.

It was following you again.

A flickering shadow, skirting along the edges of rooftops and the wired frames of fire escapes, constantly slipping in and out of the corner of your vision. You’d seen it last night, too, falling from your balcony when you finally managed to tear yourself away from your laptop, and the night before that, on your way to grab something from the only corner store that was still open by the time you could force yourself to leave your apartment. You thought you’d be able to make it home uninterrupted tonight, but you weren’t sure why. It wasn’t like Gotham had ever been a particularly kind place to the people who just wanted to survive.

You caught something shifting in your peripheral, but kept yourself from snapping in its direction. It was better not to pay attention, to keep your eyes down and your hood pulled up and focus on getting home, into the relative safe-space that was your shitty apartment in your shitty building in your shitty neighborhood. It was better to concentrate on cutting corners than the two, identical pinpricks burying themselves in the nape of your neck. It was better to breathe, to try to keep a hold on your own pulse rather than pay any attention to the steady, muted footsteps trailing behind you. It was better to—

You cut into a narrow alleyway, took a few steps, and immediately ran into a dead-end.

Fuck.

You took a wrong turn.

The footsteps were closer, now, on cement rather than hollow steel. You spun on your heels, pressing your back into the brick wall that’d smothered your escape route, but that only managed to make you feel smaller, more cornered as you tried to make out any features of the dark, looming shape slowly approaching you. You tried to remember which villains were active in this area, if there was a curfew that you’d chosen to ignore, but your thoughts went blank as the dim light flowing in from the main street caught on the silver of brass knuckles and serrated throwing knives, as a pitch-black cape slid off of a shoulder too stiff not to be armored, and…

You let out a breath of a laugh. “Oh my god,” You mumbled, shaking your head. Batman, as odd as it felt to refer to him as that, didn’t seem perturbed, only coming to a stop in front of you. “You scared the hell out of me, Batman, sir. I wouldn’t have been so freaked out if I knew it was you.”

“I… apologize for that.” You’d never heard him speak, before. His voice was raspier than you thought it’d be – a lot deeper, too. Compared to the other local vigilantes you’d run into (particularly, Nightwing’s hyper-cheeriness or Orphan’s total silence), it wasn’t completely unpleasant. “I didn’t—” He seemed to interrupt himself, to trip over his words. If you didn’t know better, you might’ve called him nervous. “I’ve seen you walking alone, before. I wanted to make sure you were safe.”

“Is anything safe in Gotham?” You laughed. He didn’t. Rubbing the back of your neck, you forced yourself to shut your mouth, swallow your humiliation, and go on in a way that wouldn't embarrass you in front of the city's greatest protector. “I know, I know, I shouldn’t do anything to add to your workload. My boss is sort of a sadist, though. Believe it or not, this was the earliest I could get out.”

He didn’t respond to that, not immediately. He scanned over you, instead, his eyes drifting from your face to your wrinkled post-shift hoodie and back again. He raised his hand, and you kept yourself from pulling away as gloved fingertips ghosted over your jaw. You’d almost forgotten about the small bandage plastered over your eye until he brushed against it – a result of a short-lived bar fight that’d gotten out of hand while you were behind the counter. It’d stopped bleeding in a few seconds, but better safe than sorry, right?

“Oh, that’s nothing you have to worry about.” You tried to smile, to shrug, but he was already cupping your face, tilting your head to the side with more force than he seemed to realize he was using. It was obviously a reflex; one he’d probably earned from years of protecting injured civilians. Your personal space, and the bruise his grip would leave on your jaw, were insignificant, in comparison. “Just a minor incident at work. It’s not a big deal, I promise.”

For whatever reason, that didn’t seem to satisfy him. “You should be more careful. A dive bar with a reputation like that isn’t a good place to spend your time.”

…huh.

You were starting to think he might’ve been better as a shadow.

“I don’t remember—”

“You should move, too.” You were really, really starting to prefer his shadow. “Your neighbor, three doors to the left – you know he’s wanted for arson in another city, don’t you? It’s dangerous for you to be so close to such an unstable person.”

It occurred to you, for possibly the first time since he’d initially shown himself, that you were in a dark alley, in the middle of the night, totally unarmed and totally trapped by a man who seemed to know you better than you knew him. You tried to remind yourself that it wasn’t just any man – it was Batman, but that name brought you less reassurance than it had, a few minutes ago.

“Uh, Batman, sir,” You started, suddenly struggling just to spit something out. “I… I really think I should be getting home.”

If you didn’t know better, you would’ve said he was smiling. “Of course. I’ll take you back to your apartment.” And then, after a short pause. “To make sure you don’t get hurt, again.”

His hand dropped from your cheek to your wrist. He began to pull you forward, but you dug your heels into the cement, jerking yourself out of his hold. His reaction was immediate, instinctual – a sharpened glare, a deepened scowl, only fazed by your clumsy attempts to stumble around him, to back towards the main road without letting your stiff grin falter. “I’m alright, I—” You cut yourself off, biting down on the side of your tongue. “I just don’t think that’d be such a good idea.”

He took a step towards you. You took one back. “So, you don’t want a superhero escort?”

“It’s late, and I—”

“You’re willingly putting yourself in danger.” You spared a glance over your shoulder. “You asking me to let you put yourself in harm’s—”

“Please.” You shrunk into yourself, shutting your eyes. “Please, sir, I just want to go home.”

You felt his gaze burning into you, for a few seconds.

But, when you found the courage to open your eyes again, he was gone.

His absence might’ve been more comforting, if you hadn’t still been able to see that little, flickering shadow in the corner of your eye.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere oneshot #batman x reader #yandere dc #bruce wayne x reader #dc x reader #yandere batman #yandere bruce wayne #dc imagines #yandere dc imagines #yanderecore #yancore

[libraryofgage]

A combo of 18 and 10? At some point Steve is told by Eddie's band mates that Eddie told them he doesn't actually like Steve. It's been a while but Steve still loves Eddie and wants to pretend for a night that it isn't true.

Okay, so I know you probably meant for this to be more angsty but I'm a fucking marshmallow and had to slip in the happy ending hfdjsk

Either way, I hope there's still enough angst for you!

Also, for reference, I usually call the unnamed freak Asher, so don't be surprised by the name lol

Prompts 18 and 10 from this prompt list:

10. “Let me call you mine, just for tonight.”

18. “Is hating me your only personality trait?”

You'll want to read the tags btw, I promise lol

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"You know, Eddie doesn't actually like you."

Steve blinks, his pen dragging across the page and striking ink through Will's carefully written campaign story that he'd asked Steve to review. According to him, Steve was neutral, and his lack of D&D knowledge meant he'd be able to tell Will if the story made sense even to a new player.

Unfortunately, any thoughts of Will's campaign are disintegrated by Gareth's seven words. "What?" he asks, trying to blink away the daze as he looks at the rest of Corroded Coffin across the garage. He doesn't usually step foot into their practice space, but he and Eddie had plans to hang out after practice and Jonathan had helpfully dropped him off. Now he was just waiting for Eddie to get back from the bathroom.

"Eddie," Jeff says, "he doesn't like you. He told us."

"He won't fucking shut up about it, actually," Asher says, a grin tugging at his lips, and Steve thinks it looks particularly cruel.

In fact, their words so far have held an undertone of anticipation, like they were waiting for Steve's reaction. As cliche as it sounds, their grins feel like knives stabbing into him. It's not just his heart, it's Steve's entire body, like every inch of his being had only existed on the premise that Eddie Munson liked him at least a little bit. Not even romantically (Steve isn't that deluded), but as a friend.

"He...," Steve swallows around the lump in his throat, trying to keep his voice from breaking. Apparently, he doesn't do well, since Jeff's grin widens and Gareth's eyes light up, and Asher opens his mouth like he's ready to hammer the final nail in Steve's coffin.

Whatever they plan to say next is interrupted by Eddie finally returning and grinning at Steve. "Ready to go, Stevie?" he asks.

Suddenly the grin is mean, the nickname cruelly teasing, and Steve wonders how he went so long deluding himself that Eddie liked him. It hurts even more with his bandmates' words still playing in his head and their grins hidden behind Eddie's back like they're proud of breaking Steve's delusion.

"Uh, yeah, ready," Steve says, forcing his voice to sound normal as he closes Will's campaign notebook and follows Eddie to his van.

By the time they end the night at the Munson trailer, Steve feels frayed at the edges and three seconds from tearing in two. The entire evening, all he could think about was how much Eddie seemed to be covering his own dislike and how it bled through anyway. Every smile was sharp, every casual touch seemed hesitant and quick to end like Eddie couldn't pull away fast enough, and every glance seemed to pierce Steve with dislike and reinforce the shattering of his delusion.

At least the weed Eddie gave him when they got to his room is helping a little. It's filling his lungs with something other than hurt, clouding his mind with something other than doubt. It even stops the questions and stops him from wondering what he could have possibly done to make Eddie play some kind of long-con instead of just saying he didn't like Steve.

"Heeelloooo," Eddie says, waving his hand in front of Steve's face. "Anything going on in there, big boy?"

Steve blinks, his chest tightening as he looks up at Eddie. They're on the bed, with Eddie sitting next to him while Steve reclines against the pillows, his usual position that lets him stare at the ceiling. That mean grin is back, and Steve once again wonders how he ever mistook it for anything else. The words, too. How did he ever mistake those words for playful teasing?

And maybe it's the weed, but Steve can't stop himself from sitting up and asking, "Is hating me your only personality trait when we're together?" It's not even relevant. Steve knows that. He knows that Eddie hasn't done anything overtly hateful, but he can't help asking.

Eddie's grin falters. "Woah, woah, what are you talking about?"

"Why do you even hang out with me if you hate me so much?" Steve asks, steamrolling over whatever Eddie wanted to say by grabbing him by the shoulders. "Why don't you just tell me to fuck off? Why do you hang out with someone you don't even like? Is it funny to you? Do you enjoy tricking me?"

His voice is cracking by the end, and Eddie's eyes are wide, undoubtedly surprised that he's been caught in the act. And this time it's definitely the weed clouding Steve's mind and making him act on impulse because he can't be bothered to think as he grabs the collar of Eddie's jacket and pulls him closer. "You can punch me later, or run me over with your van if you hate me that much. But...but right now, just let me pretend I can call you mine, just for tonight."

Before Eddie can respond, before he can tell Steve to fuck off and kick him out of the trailer, Steve kisses him. Their teeth clack together painfully, and Steve is sure his lip has started bleeding, but he doesn't care. He's more focused on keeping his eyes squeezed shut, forcing his brain to delude him into thinking this is a happier kiss, that his eyes aren't stinging and two seconds from making the kiss salty.

They stay in an admittedly uncomfortable position for a few seconds before Eddie grabs Steve's waist and pushes him down against the pillows. Steve's surprised grunt is muffled by Eddie pushing his tongue past his lips, and he only has a brief moment to be relieved that Eddie is playing along when he suddenly pinches Steve's side and breaks the kiss.

Steve winces and opens his eyes, his body tensing when he sees Eddie staring down at him. The only thing he can hear is his own panting and the sirens screaming in his brain that he's truly, irrevocably fucked everything up.

"So," Eddie says, his voice surprisingly soft for someone about to rip Steve's heart out, "where'd you get the idea that I hate you?"

Steve shuts his mouth, biting his tongue as he looks away. That doesn't help much, though, since Eddie's hair has fallen around him in a wavy curtain that obscures his view of anything else. A few moments pass before Steve shifts uncomfortably and replies, "Your friends told me."

Eddie hums softly, holding himself steady with one arm on the pillow by Steve's head while the other tugs on a lock of Steve's hair. And it's only now that Steve realizes he's fucking surrounded, pressed into Eddie's mattress by Eddie's body with Eddie's hair cutting him off from the rest of the room. "And what, exactly, did they say, Stevie?" Eddie asks, his tone sharp and dancing like this entire situation is funny to him.

It's enough to distract Steve, leading his brain to lag behind as he tries desperately to remember what Gareth, Jeff, and Asher said. "You don't actually like me. You told them yourself. You won't shut up about not liking me," Steve finally says.

Something like recognition really sparks in Eddie's eyes, and his grin falls slightly. He looks ready to speak, but then he thinks better of it. His smile comes back, nearly full force, and he says, "They're right. I don't like you."

Oh. Steve acutely feels the breath get stolen out of his lungs, the way they ache as his heart sears with the pain of being ripped from his chest. His eyes are stinging even worse, and his nose feels astringent like he just walked into a bathroom with bleach spilled across the floor.

"I love you."

Steve blinks. "What?"

"I love you."

Yeah, it still doesn't make sense. "...are you sure?"

Eddie bursts out laughing, finally letting all his weight fall onto Steve so he can bury his face in Steve's shoulder. Steve is still blindsided, trying to get his brain and heart to get on the same page.

"Yes, I'm serious," Eddie says, raising his head to look at Steve. "I can guarantee they were fucking with you. If I hadn't come back, those fuckers would've revealed my massive crush on you."

"Massive," Steve mumbles, cursing the weed for inhibiting his ability to think properly.

Eddie's grin gets even wider, his eyes lighting up in a way that tells Steve he's about to roll his eyes at a dumb joke. "Yeah, almost as massive as I am," Eddie says, playfully grinding his hips down on Steve like their jeans aren't in the way.

Steve was right. He does roll his eyes. And it helps him shake some of the daze, allows him to pull himself out of the fog of doubt and spiraling thoughts. "Fuck off," he says, placing a hand on Eddie's face and pushing him away.

"Well, if you insist," Eddie says playfully, exaggerating movements of getting up only for Steve to grab his arm and pull him back. "You're really giving me mixed signals here, sweetheart."

"You really love me?" Steve asks, ignoring Eddie's joke.

"Of course, Stevie. What's not to love?"

And there's such genuine emotion in Eddie's voice that Steve represses the urge to ask if he wants the list in chronological or alphabetical order. "Okay, then you can't be angry when I fucking murder your friends."

Eddie laughs and pushes his head into Steve's neck like a cat, playfully biting his throat. "I'll help you."

"Are we moving too fast by plotting murder for our first date?"

"We went through an Eldritch nightmare together, sweetheart."

Steve concedes to that point, reaching up and idly running his fingers through Eddie's hair. They occasionally snag on a few tangles, and Steve resists the urge to get a hairbrush. "Right," he says, a smile tugging at his lips, "then we should plan a romantic murder date."

And Steve feels Eddie's smile on his skin, tries to commit the sensation to memory, and feels immeasurable relief at the fact that it won't be the last time Eddie smiles against him like this.

#steddie #steddie fic #steddie angst #steddie fluff #steve harrington #eddie munson #corroded coffim #listen they try their best and they do not fucking succeed #it was meant to be a joke that got steddie together but eddie ruined it by coming back to soon according to them #they don't get murdered by eddie gets revenge by being even more annoying about steve #and steve holds it against them for the rest of their fucking lives like “hey remember that time you convinced me eddie hated my guts :) ” #my writing #prompt list

[varilien]

(character uses they/it) i keep wanting to start posting my ocs over here again and then Just Not Doing It so uhhhh !!! some stuff from february, had a dream about knives that made me think of a plant oc with a constant power output so extreme that it generates a deadly radiation field around them. because of that they've been living alone this whole time, avoiding contact with other living things, and over the years they've learned how to suppress that output for short spans of time or "safely" pour out the excess in order to be safe to be around, though they ultimately prefer their solitude due to a history of bad experiences with humans. they're very blunt, spiteful, and curious

@whatever-you-can-give-me suggested lr would make good friends for them since they are 🤝 about being extremely hard to hurt lol

also! wrote like 2k about they and razlo's first meeting below the cut if anyone's interested in some good ol violence + gore :3

that was a fr content warning btw read at ur own discretion:

Chance encounters with violent strangers out in the open desert are nothing new to LR, even when Livio purposefully had tried to find the quietest possible route to travel.  It’s not even necessarily surprising to run into someone a little to the left of human, someone a bit bigger or stronger or more durable than they really have any right to be.  The Eye aren’t the only ones designing freaks on this planet, that much is obvious, evidenced sufficiently by the odder fights LR have ever gotten in.  

And this one is shaping up to be one of their oddest fights yet.

Livio hadn’t seen the fucker coming, occupied as he was with the slow realization of why this stretch of road doesn’t see much use anymore: a creeping heat across his nerve endings unrelated to the overcast, evening suns, the taste of metal in his mouth, and a deep-rooted nausea twisting up his guts.  Radiation sickness.  He’s dealt with it before, and as unpleasant as it is, it’s hardly enough to slow him down too bad.  

It’s damn distracting, though.  A good enough excuse for not noticing them hiding up along the rockface above his head.  Not a good enough excuse to keep Razlo from tagging in, especially after something’s pierced straight through the back of his neck, nearly taking his head clean off.  

Razlo rolls for cover with a strangled sound, blood gushing from his forced-out throat and foaming at his lips.  Even with his senses jarred and his vision blurred, it'd take more than a near-decapitation for his instincts to be overridden.  He's slinging out a Punisher before he even knows what he's up against.  

There's a blur of motion to his right as soon as his sights are raised.  They're probably surprised Razlo's still standing, but so was everyone else who's gotten a lucky shot at him.

He can track their motion by sound alone.  They're sloppy.  Feet hitting the cracked earth in hard thumps, every one a warning that Razlo can aim a spray of bullets at.  And by now Razlo's healed enough to notice and wonder why the hell his head is still so fucked up.

At least now he can mostly see them when he turns, hanging back a ways, out of Razlo's reach.  Shorter than him by a head and a half, covered toe to tip in layers of sun-bleached rags, save for their face.  That's hidden behind a tall, curved mask, shaped in a way that looks an awful lot like a tomas' crest, with the false eye markings to match.  Even the glass for the lenses is opaque.  The only part of them that’s exposed is their left hand, extended delicately aside to keep Razlo’s blood dripping off it from getting on their clothes.

Razlo physically tries to shake out the buzzing in his skull that only gets worse by the second, only to notice the foul smell of burning meat and risk an instinctive glance down at his arm, where his flesh has started to bubble and steam seemingly on its own.  He looks between his arm and his opponent, the way their body tenses and head begins to tip, shaking hard, simultaneous with his skin boiling that much more fiercely.  

Something clicks in his brain.  There’s no way.

And no time to find out.  This time when they dart in he’s expecting it; he takes a swing at their head, and they dodge right into his follow-through, slamming his Punisher into their skull with a crunch and a wet sound from their throat.  They drop, like he’d expect them to, like anyone would.  And like no one does, they just roll out of the way and onto their back, braced to spring back up again.  Razlo puts his boot through their ribcage before they get the chance to.  That should be the end of it, too, but the fucker just keeps kicking, trying to get away, the only sound they make being the gurgle of their lungs filling with blood, and they keep kicking.

At this point Razlo doesn’t even have a plan anymore.  Needless to say, he doesn’t go up against an awful lot of guys who match him in the department of being a pain in the ass to take down.  Razlo's just starting to come up with a new idea when those long arms swing up, claws digging into and making ribbons of his right leg.

Razlo curses and tries to pull away, which only makes them hold on even tighter.  He's staring that four-eyed glare down when that burning feeling across his whole body raises in pitch again, and it's the sight of his flesh starting to disintegrate around their fingers that finally makes him back off.

Razlo rather gracelessly falls on his ass in trying to take a step back, not expecting his right leg to simply break off halfway down his thigh.  He scrambles back a ways, ready to keep going, missing limb or no, but— they aren't following him.  They're collapsed in the sand, limbs akimbo as they fight to draw a full breath.  Razlo watches with morbid curiosity as his severed leg dissolves into nothing more than an off-colored patch of sand beside them.

All that angry tension has gone out of their body, leaving them limp and motionless except for the stutter of their chest, and Razlo can hear the damp gasps muffled behind their mask.  By all rights, it should look like more of a struggle.  They should be dead, really, but from where Razlo is sitting, it looks a lot more like they’re just taking a rest.  He feels more sure of that when they roll their shoulders back a bit, arms braced in the dirt as they delicately arch their spine.  There’s some sharp popping sounds, and a little exhale from them; setting their ribs, Razlo figures.  He’s had to do the same thing before.  Once they can move their arms more effectively, they start to gather themself up into a seated position, bones and joints still crackling like popcorn here and there as they go, til they’re all the way up, with their hands resting in their lap, looking far too fucking comfortable for the fight they’d just had.

"You're not dead."

Their voice startles Razlo despite being as soft as it is, and his gaze flicks up to that mask, just slightly tilted to the side, orange lenses glinting in the harsh sunlight.  They don't move at all that Razlo can see.  Even their breathing has evened out enough to have become imperceptible under their heavy shroud; if they're in any pain still, Razlo sure can't tell.

"Nope," is all he says, or can manage to say.

He scrubs at his eyes with the back of his hand, blinking hard a couple times to scrunch up his face in the hopes his nerves might start feeling right again soon.

Another wave of nausea hits him, but his stomach was empty before the fight even started, so he leans forward to put his head between his knees and dry heave for a while.

The whole time, he's aware of his little opponent continuing to sit in silence, watching and eerily unmoving, even when Razlo manages to sit up again and wipe his mouth with his wrist.

"The fuck's yer deal, anyways?"  Razlo asks.

"'Deal'...?"  They echo.

"Couldn't exactly kill you, either."

He wasn't expecting them to spill their life story or something, but he was thinking he'd get something more of a response than their head tilting back the opposite way.  There's not a lot to work with here in trying to get a read on them, but Razlo feels it's safe to hazard they're probably just pretty damn confused, the same as him.

"You kinda smell like a Plant.  M'not an expert, but I've met two others."

Now that gets something out of them.  A tiny wiggle of their head that makes the pieces in their mask rattle.

"I wouldn't know.  I've only met me."

“Huh.”  

Whether it’s a confirmation or rebuttal hardly matters at this point.  He’s feeling sure enough that his assumption was correct, now, anyways.

"You, uh…"  Razlo has to pause for breath.  Unlike the thing across from him, he's having a hell of a time getting his back.  "You're the one making this radiation field?"

"Yes."

"Any way you could turn it down?"

They say nothing, though Razlo feels suddenly that he's being studied very intently.  And shortly after, slowly, slowly the fire in his cells begins to go out, and he can spit the worst of the sourness off his tongue.  Eventually he can't feel any radiation left at all, though his body's had a rough enough time from the dose he got, he'll be getting the sickness out of his system for a while yet.

Regardless, Razlo’s fingers twitch against the triggers when he hears that mask rattle again, and his eyes are on it in an instant.

"You didn't answer my first question," Razlo reminds, cautiously.

More silence, for a while.

"You wanted to hurt me."

There's no malice in the statement, at least that Razlo can tell.  Just the simple facts.  Still, he narrows his eyes.

"You started it.  Figured it was mutual."

"That's true."

Razlo grins.

"So, what now?  Regrow my leg, and get back to not killing each other?"

"If you'd like to."

That gets a laugh out of him.

"Nah, I think I’ll pass, if it’s all the same to you.”

“It is.”

That much is obvious.  They stay put, seeming transfixed on watching Razlo’s leg grow back, only a little more slowly than any of his other injuries, now that he doesn’t have the radiation to slow him down.  It leaves him feeling itchy and achy all over, and he’s got a bad hunch that right ankle doesn’t have the best chances of coming back right.  Once there’s enough of it to fuss about, he gets his foot in his hands and starts experimentally rolling it on its hinge, checking that the range of motion is right.

And still, those orange lenses glint at him curiously.  They don’t flinch or look away when Razlo considers them in return; he guesses they don’t know it’s not polite to stare.

“What's yer name?"  Razlo asks.

"My name?"

"Don't tell me you ain't got one."

The silence that follows is pretty self-explanatory.

“I’m Razlo.”

He can just make out the sound of them mumbling his name under their breath, like they’re not sure how it’s going to come out.  Almost warmly, almost shyly, they manage to say: “hello, Razlo.”

#also you don't have to tell me their mask reminds you of tristamp zazie's everyone says that lmao #oc #oc: razlo's lil friend #razlo #razlo the tri punisher of death #livio #livio the double fang #cuz i've never read trimax chatting about lr n their lil friend just felt like the usual playing toys time of oc crossovers w friends lol #and for that reason i have not given any thought at all to them meeting any other characters jghkdjf #i figure i should probably post this now since i'm gonna be busy with the horror movie requests + halloween stuff for a while

[moonshynecybin]

ROSQUEZ JEALOUSY YEAHHHHHH sorry to god and dorna but you just know the possessive sex would be INSANE they want to crawl inside each other

it’s literally like so intense and hot and frankly mildly campy. it also should be noted!!!! is a two-way street. we talk a lot about vale getting jealous over fucking things over with marc but MARC. who decided valentino rossi was his soulmate at age 15 is ALSO A FREAK. so once marc is back to being comfy in the relationship he is frankly attempting to make valentino His in ways heretofore unobserved by science

so yeah vale sees marc with a new trainer and goes bananas but MARC is i think actually significantly more of a psycho in this regard… like he is so wrong in the head <3 hopelessly devoted to you by olivia newton john but only in the most sinister way possible

so like. during their separation it’s seeing vale with someone else in his garage and it feels like KNIVES in his CHEST so he deals with it the only way he knows how which is fucking. going out there and riding his honda like it’s the end of the world. because he may not be able to control vale or how he wants to VOMIT seeing another person that vale is seeing or anything else but he CAN. bend physics to his will. and put the bike on pole/set a fastest lap/win the goddamn race. like he can at least do that. on the podium and all he can think about is another person in HIS spot in vale’s bed :(

and then AFTER they reconcile marc can let his freak flag fly so its just. the most insane sex possible marc wants it BAD marc wants it ALL the time and marc wants literally every bit of vale inside him that he can possibly get. it is UNCOUTH it is barely behind closed doors it is REMARKABLY tender. vale is like inside of marc edging him on eight silk pillows and taking care of him and saying wild vulnerable shit you could not WATERBOARD out of him in any other context but here it is fine and safe because marc LOVES HIM. and he’s a little come dumb but who wouldn’t be. and marc who saw someone come on to vale and him turn them down (post injury and during reconciliation the worry vale will leave him for like. an undamaged model is CONSTANT) feels like he won thr LOTTERYYYYY

#typed on the clock #motogp #callie speaks #asks #rosquez

[hcsarchive]

BOXER II

PARTY TWO

* part one *

nct dream (hint of the boyz)

details « fem!reader x boxer!jaemin (ft. boss!haechan)

genre « smut with a plot, fluff?, lil angst +

- after getting cheated on, you get invited to an underground boxing match but you stumble into some dangerous territory and that's where things take a turn.

warnings: explicit language, flirty banter, praise kink, corruption kink, knives, rope bunny, cheating, violence, depression and of mentions food.

~

"I am still so confused about this. If he wanted to kill her he would've done it already and if he wanted to fuck he would've kicked her out by now. What is his deal? other people have trespassed before”

“Who knows let's get going. I have never seen him like this" Renjun loads his gun on the way out and 8 other men circle around the three of you. You’re now fully clothed and after being tied up. After the fight ended he started to untie everything and told Renjun to bring in extra clothes from the showgirls’ closet for you to wear.

"Start heading home, make sure she remains asleep the whole ride" Jisung picks you up and Renjun lifts up your arm. "You left her all bruised and red. Haechan come on dude" Haechan rolls his eyes.

"She needed to learn her lesson" Haechan smirks and pours a glass of scotch. The duo leave to the car.

"She is very pretty compared to all the other girls who work for us, so maybe he is using this as an excuse and keeping her with us" Jisung says and brushes back a strand of your hair.

"You are getting on my nerves" Renjun parks the car and opens the back door.

The guards drive away and Jisung carries your still sleeping body in.

*One hour later*

"One of you has to investigate and interview her” haechan says.

"I'll interview her," Jaemin says, he only cared about training and winning the championship so everyone looked around at each other then at him.

"Jaemin I don't think you are the right fit for this or even trained enough," Renjun says. They start to argue.

Haechan shushes everyone "Just let her sleep, we'll do it in the morning. Take her to the spare room which has no windows or anything and take turns watching her" Haechan walks away into his room.

"What is his deal," Mark says walking in from the kitchen.

"That's what I've been saying," Jisung says.

"I'll watch her I was sleeping until you guys got here" Mark said and took you to the room. He tucked you in and you were sound asleep. Normally you’re a light sleeper but today drained you.

It was around 4am and Jaemin was about to head back into his room since his sleep schedule is bad. He found mark sleeping on the chair outside, Jaemin shook him but he was still snoring.

“Fucking prick can sleep all day” he opens the door and finds you rolled up in a corner sobbing.

He was about to leave so Mark can deal with this but you turn around before he even reacted. “Can I please get some water, I tried telling the dude in the chair but-“

“I’ll get you some, lay back down” Jaemin goes to the kitchen and gets two water bottles from the fridge. He also grabbed a tissue box from the cabinet.

“Thanks” you say while taking them for him.

“Yup” he leaves before you say anything. Normally you will be freaking out about walking in into a kidnap. Also having no idea why they took you all the way to their personal home but you had no choice and nothing to lose.

You are working horrendous hours and studying really hard but felt like it’ll lead you to nowhere to where you want to be. This on the other hand is confusing, do not know if you’re being killed or sold off. After being cheated on you just want to a break from your life but you miss your friends.

“Jacob” you gasped and someone bursted into the room.

It was mark, he turned the lights on. “Can i have my phone please. my friends are probably looking for me” you say.

“Unfortunately you can’t. You’ll have to be monitored and be held without any contact for at least 48hours” Mark said.

“They would be suspicious though they know my schedule and routine. I disappeared after telling them i went to the bathroom during the fight”

“It is just what we do here I’m sorry” mark scarthes the back of his head.

“Who’s we? I haven’t even gotten told why I am here. This whole situation is stupid. Your boss is-“ you stop what you were about to say because Haechan shows up in the door way.

“What about me?” he gets closer to the bed.

“Haechan don’t start give her some space” Mark grabs his wrist.

“Why? she’s not talking to you with respect and that little mouth of her’s is always whining” Haechan gets as close as Mark let’s him.

“I want to know why I am here. I have work in like 4 hours then class at night. I don’t have time to be involved in your mafia rules and regulations I do not care what you guys even do” you take off the covers and storm off the room but got stopped by Jaemin.

“I’m sorry sweetheart you’re going to be here for a while-“ you hiss in pain after his arms touch your arms to turn you around and let’s go right away.

“Haechan just explain everything to her now” Jaemin says. Haechan already changed his gaze to you and to Jaemin.

“I didn’t train you guys for years for you to be all soft and warm” Haechan goes past the three of you. “Go to the living room and you two get the others” he starts to get mad.

Mark and Jaemin go to wake everyone up and you stare up at haechan once you sit down. He looks back at you “stop the act” you knit your eyebrows together.

“I can always start screaming out the window” you say.

“They all have a security codes to open them. Especially the door so nice try” He sits directly in front of you.

Jeno, Chenle, Renjun, and Jisung all come half asleep. “It’s literally our day off why are we up so early” Chenle complains.

Renjun is slowly walking with his file with his eyes adjusting to the light. “Alright now that everyone is here. Before anything, sign this contract and read everything throughly. You will have to be monitored, watched, and live under our bases for 2 months or until we think it is appropriate to release you. After that you will have to sign an NDA and also be monitored. The reason for all of this is because you trespassed, harassed my crew, and other rules were all stated on your ticket. We also need you to call your university, work, and friends to let them know you’re taking a short break. I also did a even more thorough background check and boy was I amazed” He switches his professionalism off after the last sentence.

“I won’t be killed or sold?” you look at all of them. “Oh no you’re all mine” Haechan smirks.

“Keep it professional Haechan we are still in the process of her signing the contract. This isn’t funny” Renjun says handing you a pen. You sign it because it’s not like you have choice.

“I wasn’t joking” Haechan takes the contract from you and gives you another one. It has your name and your information. “Fill out who you were last with and you’ll be able to call them after you explain everything to us”

You sign the contract and hand it to him. “Do I have to say it in front of everyone” you look around to everyone and everyone looks so intimidating. They’re all with messy hair and deep voices. “Unfortunately you have to. It is just like a board meeting which was originally going to be in our headquarters but Haechan decided to do things differently” your whole body starts to heat up and have flashbacks to what happened. You can’t believe that happened, sunwoo never did that either.

“I-“ haechan was cut off “Y/N hasn’t answered and we do not need your comments” Renjun cut him off.

“So I was with my boyfriend but he suddenly left…again. Then his friends decided to take me to the boxing match since I was upset he left and they had his extra ticket. I wasn’t aware where we were even going. Once we got to our seats and watched more of the match I needed to go to the bathroom. I saw lots of doors from my seat so I figured one of them had to be the restroom. I go through the isles of seats and the random crowd which I believe that is the VIP area now. When I was in that area I was being pushed around alot and I got pushed so hard by this drunk man into this couple making out. And the lovely couple was your show girl and my boyfriend…ex boyfriend but whatever. So I was trying to escape the situation as much as possible and find a peaceful place to cry in but I stumbled into god knows what you guys are and I never got cry” you want to cry but you hold it in.

You look down to your hands and wait for Renjun to finish writing. “The interview is over, you are welcome to call one person since it is technically morning but you’re not allowed to tell them where you went or why. Make up a reasonable lie. To make you more comfortable you can go into the room and call but one of us has to be in the room with you” Renjun hands the phone to you.

“Can you come with” You look at Jisung and he nods yes.

“We’ll be right back” Jisung leads you to the room.

You decided to call Chanhee, “put it on speaker phone and mute yourself when I tap you” Jisung says and you nod.

“Y/N why didnt you come home tonight? are you ok?” the phone doesn’t even ring two times and chanhee picks up right away.

“I’m ok and I won’t be home for a little while. I just need a small break from everything” you respond to him.

“Sunwoo came home angry were you with him after hanging out with the guys?” he asks concerned and his name makes the tears fall down.

“No but I need a break from him, school, and everything else. I wish I can take you with but that’ll be selfish.” you wipe your tears and start sobbing.

“If anything happens or you need someone to talk to, you know the drill. take care my love and don’t forget about me” Chanhee says all sad.

“I will never forget you. You’re literally my favorite person. I’ll keep in touch every chance I get.” Your tears start pouring down even more.

“Bye y/n” chanhee sighs.

“byeee love you” you hang up and start sobbing uncontrollably. Jisung hands you tissues. “I’m sorry to put you through this” he says.

“You’re just doing your job, I don’t blame you” you wipe the last of your tears.

You hear a knock on the door “Jisung I need you start getting ready and go to headquarters in half an hour. I need you, Renjun, and Mark to wrap up this case. Chenle will drop you guys off. Jeno and Jaemin will stay with me.” Haechan says coming into the room.

Jisung whispers bye and steps out of the room. Haechan comes in and you stay silent, you feel embarrassed that he found out everything now. “Jaemin must’ve knocked him too much in the head and turn him dumb for him to cheat on you” you look at him confused.

“He has fought in the rink before?”

“No but our trainers use Jaemin to train them well but he got knocked up real bad last time since he stopped showing up to practice and hanging out with Jia. The guys are taking care of him” you now get worried. “They’re just going through a similar process as how we did with you earlier since he was the actual last person that is connected to you and to us. He doesn’t know what we really are” Haechan sits at the desk chair.

“What are you guys I am still very confused” you scan his face and he turns nervous.

“I swear I am not working with anyone I just want to know who i’ll be living with” his facial expression changes.

“I basically control and own all the illegal boxing rinks, casinos, cartels, and trading events in Korea, Europe, and The United States. We have millions of people working for us and we simply make the decision and sometimes get our hands dirty.” Haechan says.

“Wow and at your age you accomplished all that?” you gasp.

“I won’t take all the credit since my ancestors have been doing this since 1700s but I have broken many records and branched out internationally faster than anyone” he stands up and walks to you slowly. “I would also would like to know more about you. I know I didn’t give you chance earlier” he tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear and wipe the remaining tears left in your cheeks.

You and Haechan were in complete silence, looking into eachother’s eyes. His expression is more soft and observant than how he was last night. He is even more beautiful with his bareface and unstyled hair.

A dry throat wakes the both of you up, it’s Jaemin in a apron. “I made breakfast for y/n” he comes in with a board.

“Quit it” Haechan mutters to Jaemin under his breath and leaves.

“He’s always like this” he rolls his eyes. “Anyways fyi I kind of looked through your coffee coffin app to see how you like your coffee so sorry in advance”

You smile widely “That’s so sweet thank you” you taste it “ wow it’s way better than the one at coffin’s” you set the cup down.

“If you want to bring your food to the living room and watch tv you could” he says.

“Am I allowed?” you stare out the door.

“I’ll allow it. If Haechan says anything, blame it on me” you follow Jaemin with your food. You set your food down on the coffee table and sit on the floor.

He goes to kitchen to help Jeno finish up. Once they’re all done Jaemin joins you on watching some random episode of the Simpsons silently.

“What is she doing out here” Haechan comes out of his room all dressed up in a suit and gun to his hip. “She’s harmless plus you can’t keep her in there forever” Jaemin says.

“I own her until she is released so you do not get to make those decisions” Haechan grabs Jaemin by his shirt.

“Fine alright. Chill out, I didn’t expect you to react this way” Jaemin gets your food and signals you to go to the room.

You stand up and go up Haechan “If you own me atleast do something. I’m not a throw pillow in the guest bedroom” you walk away and follow Jaemin back into your now new room.

“Thank you for atleast trying” you sit on the bed and take the plate from him.

“I’ll bring in my laptop and we can watch something after he leaves. I would’ve defended you but he was strapped so I didn’t want to deal with that” he smiles and leaves your doorway.

You silently finish your food and stare at the wall. It is now hitting you that you will not be graduating on time, behind on bills, and not see your friends due to all this. Tears start to roll down again. You also no longer have a boyfriend which you loved to death.

He was your everything and one day he just flipped the switch. Sunwoo started calling you crazy and manipulative. He was just pushing you to break things off but you loved him too much to notice what was happening, he clearly didn’t love you enough to be honest and leave you.

You go to close the door but Haechan is standing there. “What did I do wrong this time” you start to sob more. “You look so pretty when you cry” he grabs your face and stares into your eyes. He inches closer to your face, his lips are a breath away from yours. “Tell me why you’re crying” he looks down at your lips and up to your eyes. You are trying to find words but his gaze just has you shock.

“It’s personal” you blink out the rest of your tears to see him more clearly.

“Tell me baby, I can fix anything for you” he stand up straight still holding your face.

“My ex boyfriend and school. But please don’t hurt him, he really wants to become a boxer”

“I won’t hurt him but Jaemin will. He’s a great money maker but it won’t stop me from giving him hell” he lets go of you and you’re left standing there looking stupid.

“Jaemin and Jeno will be here training all day. Do not leave your room, Jeno is in charge since Jaemin decided not to listen” he leaves.

He keeps switching to being an asshole to being warm. Then professional to whatever that was a couple seconds ago. The front door opens and closes and the multiple locks are heard clicking.

A knock at the doorframe was heard and Jaemin comes in as promised “I am not training today” he chuckles and sits on the bed next to you.

“Also is your body ok from yesterday?” he asks holding up your arm.

“I bruise easily so it isn’t too bad but I am a little sore” you look at all the rope marks on your legs and arms “this is so embarrassing” you pull your arm away gently.

“It’s impressive actually. Haechan is very picky from everyone else so it’s hard for someone or something to catch his attention…I can run you a salt bath after a movie, your bathroom has one” Jaemin has a big smile on his face. The most intimidating one turned out to be the sweetest.

“That’ll be lovely. You’re the best” you smile back at him.

After the movie, he opens the bathroom door and shows you how to work the shower and where everything is. “I’ll bring you some of my sweatpants and a sweatshirt. I’ll ask haechan if he can order hair and skin care specifically for you since this is just generic” he says.

“I don’t have money til next week so I’ll work with this” you say looking at the shampoo bottle. “That won’t be a problem sweetheart” Jaemin pour the salt and fills the tub.

“I will pay you guys back” you look down at the water.

“Oh you will” he smirks and you know exactly what he meant. “Check the water” he runs his hands through it and you do as well.

“Ooo it already feels nice. Thank you Jaemin” you side hug him.

“No problem. I’ll leave your clothes by the door. Lock it after I leave” you send a thumbs up.

You lock the door, get undressed and turn the bath lights on and lay on the circular bathtub. The bathroom is probably the same size as the room which shocked you because the one in your house and uni complex is the size of the tub itself.

You are floating in the tub and letting your body relax. After 20 minutes you step out of the tub and drain it. Then run to the shower to actually clean yourself. You grab the huge towel that was in the closet, and grab the clothes that Jaemin left you on the door step.

Jaemin’s sweatpants were comfy and his sweatshirt smelt good. You stepped out of the bathroom brushing your hair with a comb you found in the drawers.

Someone knocks at your door “come in” it’s Jaemin again and you smile at him. “I brought you socks from the convenient store and some fancy lotion that relaxes you” anyone can fall in love with him in seconds. He doesn’t even know you and he is doing all this.

“I cant thank you enough. You really didn’t have to do all this. You’re doing something I would beg my boyfriend to do and didn’t” you start to cry.

“Oh y/n don’t cry over someone who doesn’t deserve you” he opens the socks and lifts up the cover to reveal your feet. He puts them on and pats the cover over you.

“I’m sorry it’s just hitting me right now” you wipe off your tears.

“Let it all out” Jaemin hugs you and picks your body up to lay on him. You cry on his chest and you calm down after a while. The both of you are silent. His heart beat is in your ear and your eyes are slowly falling asleep.

Jaemin pets your head as you’re sleeping on his chest. He starts humming to a song he wrote not too long ago “like we just met”. Jaemin not only boxes but he loves to sing, write, and cook. Obviously this personality isn’t allowed to be seen by the outside world but he wishes to one day he could.

Haechan came home with 20 bags filled with clothes for you but found you and Jaemin sleeping tightly together. “Of course he wins again” the guys look at eachother confused and in shock…

a/n

This is more of a filler, so stay tuned for part three because things are going to escalate. Also! tysm for 200+ likes!! it is way more than i expected. take care everyone :)

[UNEDITED]

#haechan #jaemin #lee jeno #renjun #the boyz #nct scenarios #nct #nct angst #nct dream #nct dream x female reader #nct dream x reader #nct dream x you #nct dream au #nct dream smut #nct dream fanfic #nct smut #nct x reader #nctzen #jaemin x reader #jaemin smut #jaemin fluff #jaemin x you #haechan x female reader #haechan smut #haechan x reader #haemin x reader #park jisung #chenle #mark lee #nct fanfic

[montywithchildhoodtrauma]

So from the look of the new hotel Lucifer might be staying with them from this point on, becoming a beloved main character with the rest.

I love this fact but... I haven't seen the topic of his depression come up yet with this new living situation.

Sooo head cannons.

Warning, this will contain suicidal thoughts, intrusive thoughts, self harm, throwing up, and thoughts of self harm. If this triggers you in any way shape or form, please, for your safety don't read.

People often talk about depression meaning you sleep a lot and you're sad all of the time. And yes that is one thing that can happen, but people don't often talk about the exhaustion of being too tired to do anything and your brain to loud and filled with hateful thoughts that force you awake. Lucifer often lays in bed for hours, the night ticking away slowly. He knows that he has to get up soon but the thought of not getting any sleep hurts his head. But he can't, and he doesn't know why- hes exhausted and tired but his head wont shut up-

He stays in his room for days on end. Any attempts to coax him out of his room fail, after a while they just start leaving plates of food that never get eaten outside of his room.

He often forgets to eat. Doesn't deserve it anyway

Sometimes he purposely doesn't eat. Hes just gonna throw it up again-

He wanders the halls of the hotel when everyone else is, theoretically, asleep.

Man drinks so much coffee he should be double dead, five times over.

The only one who hasn't vented to Husker. (Its only a matter of time- Huskers hidden all of the wine and champagne)

Everyone now has their own custom Duck! Alastor's is set to explode soon but lets not talk about that (A lamb duck is set carefully at the bottom of a lovely statue, wonder who it could be for...)

After staying in his room for days he does wayyy too much for everyone, it's concerning.

Depression meals! (Its- two slices of bread and cheese?)

Non depression meals! (Very nice- Coffee isn't a meal)

He and Alastor have been given separate kitchens due to... complications...

Pancakes and jambalaya don't go together- Holy fuck, they don't go together-

He keeps his windows shut and covered at all times, no matter how stuffy his room gets- It would be so easy to just fall, everyone would think its an accident, no one would care~

The windows stay shut. One little lock between him and a free fall

He tries to avoid Nifty as much as possible, not that shes really interested in him anymore, she just... freaks him out.

Depression meal squared! ( All he did was add a second slice of cheese)

Wonder where all this blood's coming from... it's staining the corners of Lucifer's sleeves.

A few knives from the kitchen have gone missing... ah Nifty probably took them.

Interventions won't work! Hes the king of hell!

Damn it, the puppy eyes get him every time.

Refuses to join in on the trust exercises. Hes almost as stubborn as Angel on that front.

He often forgets what hes doing or what he should be doing.

I'll make a part two if anyone wants me to!

#hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin lucifer #hazbin charlie #hazbin characters #hazbin hotel lucifer #self h@rm #tw depressing thoughts #eating disorder trigger warning #husker

[frankenkyle19]

James Patrick March’s nsfw alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

It all depends on who he’s with. If it’s a victim, he’ll call for Miss Evers to come and clean things up, but if it is, say someone he cares about, he’ll draw a warm bath, wash cloth, and get them anything their heart desired.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

-His favorite body part on himself is most definitely his hands. He thinks of how easily he has ended people with them, along with the pleasure he as given to those deserving of it.

-His favorite body part on his partner would be their neck or their thighs. He loves to bite down on their neck, or trace it with a knife. The sight aroused him. He also likes to bite down on their thighs. The soft, supple skin giving way beneath his teeth.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

It just depends on what mood he’s in. Sometimes he likes to be messy, painting his partner’s chest or face with his cum. Other times, he comes deep inside their mouth, or hole. All in all, he likes the sight of any inch of skin covered by his seed.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

he has a horrific habit of having sex with his victims after death, but we won’t discuss that because… ew I guess what he’d call a dirty secret, would be that sometimes he longs to be dominated. Completely and fully. He would never admit it to anyone, unless he truly and fully trusted them.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He is a VERY experienced man. I think he probably lost his virginity around 19 (remember, different time, people were different about this stuff.) He is probably naturally good at sex, but of course over the many years of being stuck in the hotel, he got to experiment and become even better

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He is a sucker for any position. If he can stick his dick in you, he doesn’t mind. Ride him, let him take you from behind, missionary, he’s up for anything and everything

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

No joking with this man. He is very serious, he takes your pleasure very seriously, as well as his own. In the bedroom is not the time to joke or tease him, it will only lead to him being frustrated or punishing you

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

he’s a tidy man, I like to think. Does ghosts’ hair grow? I don’t think so, so his hair has probably stayed the same since he died. I’d say he’s trimmed, but not bare. His hair is just as dark as it is on his head.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He is either fast, relentless, and hard, or soft, passionate, and sweet. He likes to take things slow most of the time. He is a ghost after all, he has all the time in the world.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

unless he is very desperate, he does not Masturbate. He doesn’t need to. He has people coming into the hotel at all times. Either a new victim or just a one night stand, he has no need to pleasure himself

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Marking. Teeth, knives, ropes. He wants to leave marks on you. He loves seeing your skinned slick and shining with blood, which he then quickly cleans up with his tongue.

Bondage- he loves tying up his lover. If he isn’t going to kill you, he is going to tie you up so you can’t move either way. He is a control freak, and he wants things exactly how he sees fit.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His room. He will fuck you anywhere in the hotel if you’re down for it, but he always prefers being comfortable in his chambers where he knows you won’t be interrupted.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

blood is a major turn on for him, as well as the color red, knives, and skimpy outfits

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I really don’t think anything is off limits. He is THE James March, have you seen him?

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He is very generous with pleasure. He loves giving, it is just another way of him being able to control an aspect of your life. Your pleasure.

He does love receiving just as much as the next though. A warm, wet, tight mouth around his cock made him wild. He WILL be fucking your throat, you can bet on that.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

This man fucks HARD. Like you aren’t walking the next day. If he truly has deep feelings for you, he can be slow. He tends to fuck hard and long.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He likes to take his time. Doesn’t like to be on a time crunch. In the hotel, this is his world, it revolves around him, and he should not have to rush anything he does.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He is up to try anything at least once, and loves taking risks. This man is wild in the bedroom

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can go all night long. As a ghost, he has so much stamina and energy. He would fuck you for hours on end until you’re begging and pleading with him to give you a break

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

no. He’s old fashioned. He does not like the idea of anything unnatural. He does not want you receiving pleasure from anything but his

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is generous, but he can certainly be unfair at times. He loves to hear you beg and whine, it ignites something inside of him.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He is not ashamed to be loud, as he wants you to be as loud as you please. He lets out low moans and groans, sometimes even growls against your neck

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

James is wild. That’s it. Period. He likes pain. Not just dishing it out, he likes to receive it. Even though his body heals almost immediately, if you scratch, bite, or cut him, he is in absolute heaven.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

My boy is THICK. God he’s thick. I’d say a good 7 inches, maybe more, who knows? ;)

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He can be very patient and does not always want sex, but there are times where he can’t go 30 minutes without touching you

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn’t sleep. He’s a ghost, but he will lay with you and relax afterwards.

#american horror story rp #ahs smut #ahs fandom #ahs fanfic #evan peters #evan peters characters #evan peters icons #james march x reader #james march smut #james patrick march #james patrick march imagine #evan peters smut

[veryextraincorrectfegbaquotes]

And now, the special edition "Goop Lyn has horrible identity crisis nightmares" story

This one has got lots more dialogue, so if you like reading the Lyns talk to each other then boy is this the story for you!

To say ‘it was a memory, but not her own’ wasn’t exactly a unique thing for Goop Lyn. She has all of Lyn’s memories, underneath her own memories that only really started about a week ago. So for her to ‘remember’ something she wasn’t present for was if anything, painfully normal. But to have a memory that Lyn wasn’t present for either? That was, or at least should be, impossible. But as hard as she tried, she couldn’t recall any time Lyn had this conversation.

“Not in real life but I know what you’re talking about.”

She hadn’t said anything, but he was responding. As she stood there, frozen, trapped in this place and time she’d never been, she could only watch as he looked aside, smiling and bemused. As he looked back, visibly trying to not look condescending and failing, he said something that made her feel sick.

“Wendy buying 52 unique knives would be devastatingly expensive.”

That’s not me. I’m not her. Don’t call me that. I fought to be who I am. Look at me. I became this. I fought to be this. Acknowledge it. Acknowledge me. Look at me.

Every part of her was trying to scream out, demand he call her by her own damn name, but the sound wouldn’t come out. She felt like she was choking, then it got even worse as she felt her form giving out on her, melting away the person she was into the anonymous pile she refused to be ever again. She tried desperately to claw back herself but it just. Wouldn’t. Work. All because Hector had called her Wendy.

Then she woke up. Of course, phrasing it like that implies that ended the situation. She still felt awful, she woke up coughing and fell out of bed trying to get up. She was on her hands and knees, struggling to breathe, but at least she was in her room. Undeniably hers, specifically cleaned and prepared to be hers. It was proof that she was here and that she was herself. Because this was Her room. With her spit on the floor from struggling to breathe. Once she stabilized her breathing, she went to the bathroom to wash her face and calm down.

She walked out of her room, went down the hall and entered the bathroom. It was still late at night or early in the morning, so she had to turn on the light. She turned to the sink, looked in the mirror, and went to hell. It was wrong. It was lying, it had to be. She reached up and pulled at the lie, but it was still there, a bright pink stain on everything she was. She pulled harder, trying to yank it out, like pulling out the lying pink would show the green truth that had to be underneath. She was choking again, her throat not just feeling clogged but visibly in the mirror pulsing and changing.

Lyn’s hair was not pink. Goop Lyn’s hair is not pink. My hair isn’t this. Get rid of this fake hair. Why won’t it come out. Why is the mirror showing me Wendy’s hair. The mirror is wrong. I need to break it.

The next time Goop Lyn woke up, she was bleeding from the forehead and the mirror was broken. The streaks of red blood in her hair briefly made her feel like she was choking again, but they were just streaks against the green. Her green. Lyn was standing over her, looking in the part of the mirror that wasn’t broken while she brushed her teeth. She spat in the sink, briefly looked down at Goop Lyn, said “Hit your head like a dumbass, huh.” then left the room.

Goop Lyn jumped to her feet, rushed out and grabbed Lyn by the shoulder.

“No. We’re talking about this. Lyn meeting.”

“That Isn’t a thing.”

“Well as a 50% shareholder in Lyn inc, I’m making it a thing. And calling one. Bitch.”

“As the other 50% shareholder, I make a formal motion for you to blow yourself.”

“Motion denied, you freak.”

“You’re the bigger freak. Objectively.”

“Can you shut the fuck up so we can go start the Lyn meeting!?” “I thought this was it.”

“Sometimes I’m baffled by just how someone as great as me could have started out as a copy of you.”

“You’re really inspiring confidence in the company, miss 50% shareholder.”

“Shut up and go to the table!”

The Kitchen/Dining area, the most ‘open-plan’ area in Lyn’s (or as is more accurate Lyns) house was the standard place to discuss anything they didn’t want to end up resolving through fighting games or just regular fighting. Since Lyn was more argumentative than she let on and Goop Lyn was exactly as argumentative as she let on, it was a space they used a lot. Lyn slouched in her chair, one arm slung over the back to make it visually apparent she did not care and was not paying much attention. Goop Lyn sat with her elbows on the table, fingers steepled infront of her face.

“I hereby bring this Lyn Meeting to order. Pausing for applause.”

“Go fuck yourself. Meeting adjourned.”

“You should really make a better choice of words around your clone.”

“... Okay you got me.”

“Now then. First point of business. I… had a nightmare.”

“Damn, that sucks. Meeting adjourned.”

“Take this seriously you shitting piece of fuck!”

“Any more cusses you wanna string together or can I go.”

Goop Lyn slammed her fist on the table “It was a nightmare that was one of Wendy’s memories! I was her! Can you imagine why that would freak me out, Hm!?”

Lyn leaned back in her chair and looked up at the ceiling. “... I guess?”

“You fucking GUESS!? I woke up and I still had Wendy’s hair and you GUESS that’d bother me!?”

Lyn sighed, waved her hand to pre-emptively stop Goop Lyn from saying ‘don’t you fucking sigh at me’, then leaned forward and looked her alien clone in the eyes.

“Listen. I’m the foremost expert on whatever the fuck you are. That doesn’t mean I get it. You have my memories, so you know I don’t have any actual experience with your whole deal outside of this. So yeah, I guess dreaming you were someone else and then waking up with their hair would mess with you, I guess because I don’t fucking know. Don’t give me shit about it, alright?”

Goop Lyn paused then looked to the side.

“Maybe I was being unfair because I was stressed out of my fucking head. Maybe. It doesn’t sound like me to make a mistake, but there is a lot of you in here and you do make many, constant mistakes so…” she trailed off, then her eye widened. “There’s a lot of you, but plenty of other people. That’s how I got my strength back, by absorbing it from the mass produced clones. They must’ve put more in me than I thought.”

“Cool, we’ve cracked the code, good job team meeting adjourned.”

“Meeting not fucking adjourned, now we have a theory on why this happened, that doesn’t mean I’m over it.”

“Well get over it, there are other things I want to do today.”

Goop Lyn started moving to hold herself but stopped out of pride.

“You Listen to me this time. I don’t have a lot that’s ‘me’, okay? I’m still trying to figure out exactly where you end and I begin, but I know I like this form. It’s mine. It’s a lot like yours, because I am a kind of Lyn, my own kind. And that means a lot to me, it means pretty much everything. So can you understand why it not looking like it should, looking in a mirror and seeing someone else's hair when there’s already so little proving that I’m me would freak me out?”

Lyn paused for a moment to take it all in, this was a rare case where she couldn’t dismiss something.

“This is like, heavy shit for you huh?”

“The only thing heavier would be Lloyd coming back and yelling in my brain again.”

“Shit dude. I think this is something people would normally like, get therapy about.”

“But that’s not an option for an alien clone living in hiding.”

“And I don’t think they teach shit like that in psychology 101.”

“They’d have to reach at least 709 to start getting into my problems.”

“So what do we actually do about it?”

“... I don’t know if there is anything. I don’t think there’s ever been anyone like me, so there’s no info to go off of. For all I know this’ll never happen again, or maybe it’ll happen every night. I just don’t know.”

Lyn recognised the fear hidden in Goop Lyn’s voice. Only someone who knew her as thoroughly as Lyn did could. They were both intensely prideful and unwilling to show vulnerability, it was beneath them. Even to each other. So she knew that it was taking a lot for Goop Lyn to express this. And since they had no solutions to her problem, all Lyn could do is respond in kind. Even if she hated doing so and thought it sucked bad.

“Well if you figure out anything I should do about it, just tell me. Even if I have to sleep in your bed with you to hold you down if you wake up freaking out again. I’ll look out for ya. Not like anyone else does.”

“You better, I’m only alive and like this because of all your self confidence. You owe me.”

“Yeah yeah, I’ve got your back til death do us part.”

“Don’t fucking say it like that!”

#Lyn #Goop Lyn #Written stuff #I enjoyed writing dialogue that is specifically meant to read like set dialogue but without da pictures

[giulliadella]

Hellraiser: the Toll is dumb AF

You freaks liked my review of The Scarlet Gospels, so I'm here to deliver this short review of another garbage Hellraiser novel while I'm procrastinating with studying for the finals. Spoilers for the entire thing (and some funny fanart) below:

Hellraiser: the Toll is a novella written by Mark E. Miller that serves as a passage between The Hellbound Hearts/Hellraiser movie and The Scarlet Gospels. It sucks harder than a black hole.

Short summary (5 sentences)

Kirsty Cotton is a depressed fucked up person that is running from place to place because she's scared of "The Cold Man" which is a nickname she gave to Pinhead. She gets a letter from some random theology professor and decides to go visit The Devil's Island in French Guiana where she's told the Cenobite would wait for her. She goes to a hotel kept by an old lady and a butler named Walter, the old lady is skinned alive and the butler tries to kill Kirsty, but she smacks his face with a hammer and kills him. Then she enters the jungle prison on the Devil's Island and meets Pinhead, they chat, then argue, then start a fight which ends by Kirsty smashing his face with a hammer and taking out one of his nails. She returns home and keeps the nail in a jar on her night stand.

Endlessly confused plot

I honestly can't tell what universe does this book describe. It's a mashup of "The Hellbound Heart" and Hellraiser movie, but the second movie is not cannon, which is very weird. The author basically picked and chose whatever random thing he liked and made a senseless mashup. One of the worst things about it is the same fucking issue with the Boom! comics and that is that Kirsty hates Pinhead because he "killed her father and ruined her family". Which is pure bullshit from every angle. In "The Hellbound Heart", Cenobites only killed Frank and Julia and let her go. In Hellraiser, they also killed Frank and Julia and she barely escaped. Her father was killed by FUCKING FRANK. Pinhead didn't ruin Kirsty's family, Frank did. I don't think that Kirsty would hold any ill intent towards the Cenobites, in fact, in Hellraiser 2 she objectively doesn't. She wanted to save them for fuck's sake. And they all gave their lives for her. I really have no idea why would she have any reasons to hate Pinhead, but oh well.

Pinhead acts like a whiny little child

Seriously, what the fuck is with these books and assassination of Pinhead's character? Why the FUCK is he depicted as narcissistic, misogynistic motherfucker, when he couldn't be further from it? Also, why does he use his fists to fight Kirsty when he can summon chains with hooks by will and also has like 12 butchering knives hanging from his belt? The worst part is probably the dialogue, especially when he says "Jesus wept", like, come on, that's the dumbest thing I've ever read. Does the motherfucker who wrote this think that Frank and Pinhead have any parallels? Because if he does, he needs a hit on his head with a hammer, just to reset his brain.

Hell is shit - literally

The description of Hell in this book is even dumber than in Scarlet Gospels. It says that the floor in Hell is made of shit. And there's a hole and people in Hell worship the hole and throw babies in it. Like, what the fuck. Also, I fucking hate the fact that he described Cenobites as foul smelling. Do your research, motherfucker, they smell like vanilla! There is some stench of rot beneath, but nobody in the entire franchise never had the urge to vomit when they were close to the Cenobites, so it can't be strong. I don't know how did the author of this garbage come to the idea that Cenobites smell like shit and that Hell is made of shit, but it's literally like how a 13 year old would describe it. I don't know what is the reason, but maybe, just maybe, straight men have much different interpretation of what Cenobites are compared to queer women like myself.

Stuff I liked

There was one scene where a demon was running in the rain screaming FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!FUCK! until he was struck by lightning. I laughed my ass off with that.

The fact that Kirsty kept the nail she knocked out of Pinhead's face by her bedside was so cute. Like, this book has some shipping, but it fucking sucks. Mostly because both Pinhead and Kirsty are very much out of character. But keeping the nail was definitely in character for her lol.

Overall, this entire book could be summed up by this illustration:

The Toll sucks. It doesn't suck as much as Scarlet Gospels, and, thank Goddess, it's only 40 pages long. But it still sucks. It ruins both Pinhead and Kirsty and their relationship and it's definitely not worth your time. If you want good stories about the Hell Priest and his human crush, go to AO3, there are many of superior quality.

#hellraiser #book review #rant #fanart #pinhead #kirsty cotton

[mandobatemans]

nsfw corinthian headcanons

warnings: sex obvi, biting, knife play, blood, spanking, choking mention, degradation, dom/sub dynamics, slight exhibitionism, hair pulling, it’s The Corinthian he’s full of warnings, NSFW UNDER CUT

word count: 707

also posted to ao3

A/N: I tried to keep this gender neutral, but if I missed a pronoun/accidentally used gendered language, please message me and I’ll fix it right away!! <3

• ok we all know the corinthian is kinky as fuck. let’s just get that out of the way

• he’s a dom (not shocking) but part of what makes it intimate is that you trust him

• you're fully aware of what he’s capable of, but you trust him enough to give yourself to him fully during sex

• his expression of trust is when he’s comfortable enough to take his glasses off because you've proven you won't judge him

• you love him and aren't scared of his appearance

• you do still have sex with his glasses on, though, because ngl they're sexy

• this guy is into biting. not even making a teeth joke here just trust me on this one

• if you're making out and you bite his lip…Instantly Hard

• if you bite hard enough to draw blood…you will not be walking for 24 hours

• sometimes if he's taking you from behind he’ll bite down on your shoulder

• lowkey into exhibitionism. like if he’s taken you with him on his little eye-stealing journeys, there’s so much adrenaline pumping through his body that he’ll fuck you right then and there

• while covered in blood

• he probably is into knife play too if we’re being honest with ourselves

• if you’re not into it though he won't bring out the knives

• and if you are, but don't want him to draw blood, he’ll respect that too

• he’s a Nightmare, not a jackass.

• if you are, however, into the knife thing, he’ll trail it along your jaw as foreplay

• he’s been known to draw blood from right beneath your collarbone mid-sex, and because he’s a Freak, lick it up, the blood mingling with the sheen of sweat on your skin

• licks his teeth before kissing you like you're a meal he's about to devour

• you’ll be bratty, but only because you know it’ll end with you over his knee and him spanking you until your ass is red, making you count each spank

• wipes your tears with his handkerchief and kisses it better

• he can be down for choking if you're into it, but surprisingly it's not really his thing

• the most he’ll do on his own is grab your jaw without applying any additional pressure to pull you in for a kiss

• yanks on your hair during sex and loves when you yank on his

• despite all of that ^, he can be gentle

• if you’re not super into something, he won't do it anymore. ever.

• he’d never actually say that he wasn't doing it on purpose, but you know it’s his way of showing he cares

• LOVES dirty talk. LOVES IT.

• he loves to whisper in your ear when he’s fucking you or praise or degrade you while your mouth is around his cock

• “c’mon, baby, i know you can do better than that. is that all you can take?”

• he’ll even talk when giving YOU head, telling you how good you're doing or bragging about how easily he can make you fall apart

• and with that slight southern drawl, you can't really complain

• besides talking, he doesn't really make any sounds while having sex

• once or twice, he’ll let out a grunt, and he notices the reaction it elicits from you, so he makes a note to start being a little more vocal

• wants to cum everywhere on your body that he can

• on your stomach? done. on your thighs? done. on your back? done. in your mouth? absolutely done.

• if he comes in your mouth, he’ll tell you in his smooth, even tone to swallow, then gently pull down your jaw with his hand to make sure you've listened

• if you have, he’ll smile that wolfish grin of his and tell you: “good job, darlin’. looks like you need a reward, hm?”

• he’s much better at aftercare than you'd expect

• he makes sure you're cleaned up, happy, and comfortable, and if you're not, will not relent until he's positive you are

• he can’t give his sweetheart anything less than the best

tagging some of my fav corinthian writers on here: @clints-lucky-arrow @auroraborealyss​ @angelsxwords​ @lis-likes-fics​

#the corinthian #the corinthian x reader #the sandman #sandman #my fic #headcanons #the corinthian headcanons

[viadangelo]

WB 🔥 INSPIRED MEME — a collection of prompts. V1.

subject to edits; thank you everyone for your inputs; submit to add lmao

dialogue starters ;

"listen..."

"i know i must be the last person you expected to see tonight,"

"i know you have no reason to believe me, much less to trust me, but... i promise you. i swear to you, i am being set up."

“please, don’t lie to me.”

"you know, you'd make a nice profit if you turned this place into a safehouse."

"you must think me an idiot,"

"it's a bit late to worry about dragging me into your mess, don't you think? "

"somehow it's become rare to meet people outside of a coffee shop, or bar, you know?"

"this was not a dog food orgasm"

“dude, are you crazy? I almost shot you!”

"in my head [ x ] takes out his dick once every solstice"

"a nipple for a nipple."

"if you were a cop, you'd tell me, right?"

“It’s just a knife, why are you acting like this?”

"knives, or guns, hypothetically, of course."

"if i was gonna die, i'd have picked [ x ], it's more direct."

"fighting fire with fire, you're only going to get burnt, y'know."

"fuck that, shit needs to change."

"answer me!"

"time’s up! "

“why are you looking at me like that? grab the damn shovel or go!”

“Fuck, put the gun down, okay? I didn’t mean to freak you out!”

scenarios:

send 🚑 to find my muse after they have been stabbed. Alternatively send 🔪 to be the one who stabbed them, eager to finish the job. Or maybe it was an accident, who knows?

Send 📕 to throw a book at my muse.

send [ TRAPPED ] to have our muses get trapped in an elevator together.

send 📞 for one of our muses to have dialled the wrong number, and ended up on call to the other.

Send 🚨 to arrest my muse, or if not applicable, witness an arrest, or be arrested etc.

send [ NO ] & a request to have your muse ask of mine, knowing they wouldn't like it.

send [ YES ] & a request, for my muse to do a favour for your muse, or vice versa.

✊ for our muses to play rock paper scissors, the loser owes the winner a favour.

headcanons:

🎬 for my muse's favourite movie.

💎 for my muse's favourite spot in new york

❇️ for what my younger muse's self would think of themselves now.

🎼for a song on my character's playlist

how does your muse apologise, do they apologise?

❤️ their love language(s)?

does your muse attend church, or mass? are they religious?

the best prank they’ve ever pulled.

their weapon in a zombie apocalypse.

if they ever wrote an autobiography or a diary what would the last line be?

💓 what gets their heart racing?

🏝️ for who they would pick to be stranded on a desert island with

🍖 their mortal enemy, and why.

🔥do they have any self destructive tendencies? what habits do they have that hinder them from becoming their best self?

send !! for what character unnerves my character the most.

burnies funss:

send a ⭐ and my muse will answer if they would fuck, marry, or kill yours.  ( feel free to replace fuck with kiss if it's not appropriate! )

send a 📸 to see my muses favourite photo of yours

Send 👏 for my muse to deliver a harsh truth to your muse, or, deliver one about mine.

Send 🎣 for my muse’s best pickup line they would use on yours

Send 💥 + a topic for my muse to start an argument with yours based on your submission

Send 📰 for a newspaper headline my muse would be involved in, or write one about my muse.

send 👀 for an honest answer from my muse.

send ⚖️ for three qualities my muse loves about yours

ideas taken, or inspired by ; @phantasmalatelier , @soulscollection , @neorph . @rpsourcedmemes , @charmymemes

ask: via, zed or emilio.

#wb.things #i simply both could not decide #and also finding things every week takes the cakehole #so now i'm just gonna edit this every week lmaooo

[practically-an-x-man]

Your OCs encounter Mothman in the woods! It's Arya, shapeshifting just to mess with them, but they don't know that. How do they react to this very mothy surprise?

Ooooh, interesting! Thank you!

Rae: Freezes in place, trying to figure out if "Mothman" has noticed her. She draws energy into her hands, but doesn't make a shield just yet. If she can, she'll back away before any sort of fight breaks out. This isn't the weirdest thing she's seen before, but she'd still rather not engage if there's no point to it.

Robin: Turns and runs - though she still maintains enough clarity to remember to block the sound of her footsteps so it's harder to follow her. She doesn't know what the fuck that thing in the woods is, but this is not the way she wants to die.

Madison: Her knives are in her hands in an instant, and she whistles for Bravo to come back to her side. She doesn't outright start a fight, but this definitely doesn't look good.

Ophelia: Where the hell is she going to find a forest in the middle of central NYC?

Jasper: Just keeps walking, pretends they didn't see anything. This is how things roll in the South - the woods don't belong to you, if you see something weird no you definitely didn't. They go home, toss 13 pennies on the porch, lock the doors, and pull the curtains. Though they do think it's weird that they could sense the "Mothman"'s emotions

Kestrel: Isn't even fazed. They work es effectively a wildlife researcher for magical creatures (not to mention, they're a magical creature themself) so the sight of Mothman would be a mild surprise at best. They probably try to find a quiet spot to sketch it and jot down some notes without disturbing it.

Quinn: She's walking with Billy (no way she's hiking anywhere in the woods alone, when her mobility issues mean she's more likely to get hurt), and at first she brushes the Mothman thing aside as one of her hallucinations and just ignores it. But Billy freezes ("what the fuck is that thing?!"), which tells her he sees it too, and that's when she freaks out. There's no known magic or superpowers in her world, she probably ends up freaking out to the point that she tries to run, trips over a root, and twists her back wrong. (Arya, being a benign prankster who didn't really want to hurt anyone, gets worried and shifts into another form to help, but that's a whole different thing to have to explain)

Katherine: Similar answer to Jasper: she's from the South and lives in a world where magic is a known phenomenon (at least to her), so it's probably safest just to keep walking and pretend she didn't see anything unusual.

Eris: Naturally, expects that this'll end in a fight and decides to make the first move. They might actually understand the prank bit if Arya's able to explain quickly, but otherwise things could get bloody.

Nikoletta: I know this is starting to sound repetitive, but... look, I live in the South and this is how things work here. She's turning around as casually as she can, taking about fifteen steps the other direction, ducking behind a tree, and shadow-jumping as far as she can. She comes home rattled and may even end up shutting down a bit, which is definitely not the reaction Arya was hoping for.

(I know this makes like three of them with the same response but you should know that most Southern people subscribe to the 'if you see some weird shit in the woods you just keep walking. tell your friends when you get home but you Do Not see it while you're there')

#my friends!!! #answered asks #my ocs #jasper wilson #ophelia octavius #madison douglas #oc quinn/aces #oc kestrel #rae mckinney #robin cassidy #oc katherine johnson #oc eris #nikoletta bordeaux

[projectilestardust]

Whatever you do, don’t think about Tyler and Thornhill

Whatever you do don’t think about the first time Tyler met Thornhill. There in the back of the cafe with a kind smile, unlike his other customers, she didn’t kick and scream when the coffee machine broke down, instead she offered nothing but patient. He wished there were more people like her.

Whatever you do, don’t think about how soon Tyler looked forward to her morning visit. (Not in the weird shippy way) but he looked forward to a visit from the one adult who asked him how his day was going, how he was feeling, if he needed any help with homework. Looking back, he should have seen how creepy that was but it had been years since an adult had cared that much.

Whatever you do, don’t think of the first time he admitted to her that he wasn’t ok. That at home, when his dad wasn’t blatantly ignoring the existence of him or his mother, they were fighting. How he’d sit in the bathtub until the water turned frigid because it required too much energy to get out. How at night he’d lay just staring at the ceiling, the terrifying thought of is this even worth it anymore? Will anyone miss me when I’m gone? Circling his head. All he wanted was for his dad to care, just enough to keep him going till the end of the day. But apparently that was too much to ask for. 

Whatever you do, don’t think about how Tyler sat up slightly straighter when Thornhill asked about his mother. His sweet sweet mother whose memory was collecting dust. He told her of her kind smile and gentle hands in his hair. He told her that she made the best pancakes every Saturday and the small family would sit around their dining table and Tyler remembered simply being happy. Then he tells her of the bad days, of the days when she’d drop a plate and her world would shatter. How she’d start off screaming then sobbing, even once trying to take a swing at him before she broke down, begging for his forgiveness. That was the first time Tyler had been scared of his mother.

Whatever you do, don’t think about the day Thornhill set her plan in motion. Concern creasing her forehead as she lured Tyler into her car, a folder in hand. The way his face pales as he reads the papers. “I’m so sorry honey, but your mother was a monster, she wasn’t who you thought she was.” She wasn’t kind smiles and gentle hands, she wasn’t the person who baked the best pancakes and make dad smile as if there was no tomorrow. “And you’re one too, but don’t worry, I can help you.”

Whatever you do, don’t think about how Tyler blindly followed her for a cure he never needed. So grateful that a person like her was willing to be around a diseased monster like him. 

Whatever you do, don’t think of the day that all the trust that Thornhill had built up in his mind crumbled. She had brought him out into the woods, he didn’t mind her too tight grip on his shirt collar as she half dragged him to a tiny, hobbit looking hole in the middle of nowhere. He did, however mind when she tried to shackle him to the cave wall. Yanking himself away as he yelled, “N-no! You’re crazy if you think you’re shackling me to a fucking wall!” 

Whatever you do, don’t think about how her next words stuck with Tyler forever. “You, Tyler Galpin, are a freak. Other than me, if anyone found out what you were, they’d kill you, it's what they did to your poor old mother, I am trying to help you. Be grateful I can even stand in the same room as you. Tears roll down his cheek as he slumps in defeat. 

Whatever you do, don’t think about how he used to cry for help. Scream to the heavens, hoping someone, anyone, would hear his pleas. As whips cracked down, and knives slashed his skin, he screamed and sobbed, begging for death to just take him already. “No one’s coming, Tyler. You are alone.” He doesn’t call for help after that, he just lets the tears fall.

Whatever you do, don’t think about how his hands shake so badly, the number of burns he’s received during work is just not ok. How the bell on the door of the cafe makes him flinch and the colour red makes him sick to his stomach. 

Whatever you do, don’t think about how Tyler wants to break down when his dad asks him if he’s ok. Comments about the bags under his eyes and asks if he’s sleeping enough. How badly Tyler wants to just tell him all of it. What a disgusting monster he is, and how he should want to get rid of it, he should look forward to Thornhill’s secret visits but he doesn’t. He’s scared and hurt and angry at the world for making him this, for making his mother this, for making his hurt.

Whatever you do, don’t think about how Tyler would pace his bedroom, then up and down the hallway, unable to sleep; because when he closed his eyes- all he could see was that fucking cave imprinted in his brain. How he used to wake up screaming in a cold sweat before he threw up whatever he had managed to eat that day. How his dad would worry but couldn’t say anything as he sweet sweet baby boy surcame to a shell of his former self. 

Whatever you do, don’t think about the day Tyler breaks. The day Thornhill no longer needs the shackles to stay still, the day he turns Hyde, the day he truly becomes Thornhill Laurel Gate’s slave. 

#wednesday #wednesday addams #nevermore #tyler galpin #thornhill #tyler #marylin thornhill #tyler is the hyde #angst #headcanons #hc #fanfic #whatever you do don't think about

[crystalninjaphoenix]

Many Roads Diverge in the Woods - Part Eight

A JSE Interactive Fanfic

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The results are in.

You have made your choice. Wonder what you'll see? Something that the guys don't like, that's for sure :D We're getting close to the ending, guys. Weird, huh?

The poll to decide what happens next is only open for one day, expiring on October 23rd at 12:00pm PST. Part Nine—the final part with a choice—will be up on October 25th at the same time.

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We can look at it later, JJ signs firmly. We need to prioritize.

Chase sighs. “Yeah. You’re right.” He steps back from the door and turns his attention down the hall. “You want us to just check the next room?” 

Might as well, JJ agrees, turning his flashlight beam to the next door on the right.

“Right.” Chase walking over. He takes the keys out, fumbling again until he unlocks it. He pushes the door open with his shoulder, staring into the room beyond. There’s... things. Furniture? He can only see shadowy shapes. “JJ, I know this is inconvenient for you, but, uh... I can’t shine my own light that well with my arms full like this, so can you... get over here?”

JJ nods. He tries once more to get to his feet, using the open doorway to slowly pull himself up. Then, bracing himself against the wall, he limps over next to Chase and shines his light inside. He gasps and goes pale. Chase’s mouth drops open, horrified.

The room beyond could have been taken out of a horror movie. Its main centerpiece is a table with chains attached to it, as well as a couple chairs with leather straps. On the walls are blades and sharp instruments like you would find in a butcher’s shop. Other horrible things are piled along the edges: sawblades and hooks and things Chase doesn’t even want to think about. Everything is rusted and rotted, clearly having been unused for decades. The only new thing in the room is a metal box: some sort of freezer.

“Wh...” Chase can’t even say anything. He and JJ stand frozen in the doorway for a full minute before Chase finally manages to squeak out, “Wh-why is this... in the basement of... Jack’s cabin?”

JJ shakes his head slowly.

The sound of footsteps echo from the staircase. Both of them stiffen in unison and Chase spins around to stare down the hallway, just in time to see Marvin reach the bottom of the staircase. “Marvin!” Chase gasps.

Marvin stops in surprise, raising a pan from the kitchen ready to swing. But then he relaxes. “You guys are okay,” he breathes. “Thank fuck.”

“Yeah, we’re okay,” Chase says. “D-did you... did you bring a frying pan? Really?”

“Hey! This thing is heavy! I didn’t want to touch any of the knives in the kitchen, but I wanted some kind of weapon to defend myself, so—” Marvin shakes his head and drops the pan on the ground. “This isn’t the time. What happened? Why is Schneep asleep? Why is JJ standing on one leg?”

“I... we knocked him out,” Chase says slowly. “Marvin, this room is... i-it’s impossible, it’s... wh-what the fuck is going on here?”

How is Jackie? JJ asks, changing the subject.

“He’s fine. But we should go back after we check this out. Hang on, I’ll be right there.” Marvin walks into the room across the hall, the one with the fuse box. He continues to talk while he’s in there, shouting so the others can hear him. “I tried calling and texting you guys to see if everything was okay, but nothing went through! I guess the cell reception is still down! Probably a good thing, looking back on it, if you guys were hiding and the ringing gave you away, I-I... It would’ve been terrible.” A pause. “Got it!” Suddenly, the hallway lights turn on. Marvin leaves the room and comes over to join the others. “I didn’t want it to keep being dark. Freaky. Anyway, what’s in this room that’s got you so freaked out?”

Chase steps to the side wordlessly, while JJ makes sure to keep shining his flashlight into the room. Marvin steps forward—then backs up again. “What the fuck?!”

“Yeah,” Chase breathes. “Y-yeah.”

“What is this?!” Marvin reluctantly feels along the wall on the inside of the room until he finds a light switch. He flicks it on, and a couple bare bulbs light up the scene. Even the dim light they provide is enough to throw the scene into stark relief. “This is—I-is this a torture basement?!”

It must be, JJ says.

“Why is this in Jack’s cabin?!”

“I-I don’t know.” Chase shakes his head. “Maybe—maybe it’s a set of some kind. Like... for filming? One of Jack’s YouTube videos?”

“It looks too real,” Marvin mutters. He hesitantly takes a step inside. Chase and JJ stay in the doorway. Marvin walks over to the freezer and lifts up the lid. He gasps, and drops it again. “Th-there are blood bags in here. Definitely real.”

And it’s all so old, JJ says. Except for that freezer, I bet all of this is as old as the papers in the other room.

“The what?”

“Oh yeah, we checked this room before.” Chase walks back over to the first room. “But we wanted to look somewhere else because... because we thought this was creepy.” He laughs.

Marvin walks over, JJ slowly following, and turns on the light in the room. He inhales sharply. “Whaaat the shiiiit...” He hesitates, then goes into the room. When nothing happens, he hurries across to the opposite wall and starts scanning the newspapers.

“What is it?” Chase asks.

“These... these are all about bodies being found,” Marvin says. “They’re all victims of a killer. The ‘Folasúl Slasher.’ What the fuck? Is this... a trophy wall?”

JJ gasps, and Marvin turns back around to look at him. Do you think that killer is here?!

“These are from the 1920s, so no,” Marvin says. “But... this could have been where... it happened. Do you think... Schneep saw this when he came down to turn on the power? And... decided to mimic it?”

Why would he do that? JJ asks. Schneep has problems, but not problems like that. And that doesn’t explain the—

A scream pierces the air. Chase flinches—the sound comes from Schneep, now awake in his arms. Before anyone can react, Schneep slams his fist into Chase’s face. Chase yells and instinctively drops Schneep, who scrambles to his feet and runs out the door. “Hey!” Marvin shouts, running after him. Chase follows right behind as JJ stares after them both.

Schneep runs up the stairs, Chase and Marvin following right behind. Marvin tries to grab him but barely misses. A second after that, Schneep is at the top. He runs out of the basement door, then turns around and slams it closed just as the other three reach it. Chase tries pushing the door open but Schneep is holding it closed on the other side. Then there’s a click from the doorknob. Chase grabs it and tries to turn it, but it won’t move. “He locked us in?! But he doesn’t have the keys!”

Marvin goes white. “Jackie! Jackie!” He pounds on the door, fists slamming against the wood.

“Shit!” Chase curses. “We gotta get through! I have the keys, I can—” He glances down at the doorknob. “No, wait! There’s no lock on this side! What the fuck?!”

Marvin laughs darkly. “I guess that makes sense.” He rattles the doorknob again. “This door looks a lot sturdier than the one for the bedroom. We need a tool!”

“Is there time for that?!” Chase asks.

“I-I don’t know!”

#jacksepticeye #jacksepticeye fanfiction #jacksepticeye au #jacksepticegos #septic egos #septic egos au #chase brody #jameson jackson #marvin the magnificent #dr schneeplestein #brigid writes fanfiction #manyroadsdivergejse

[misslovasstuff]

Eddie x reader

(after the events of Eddie being accused of murder, you as his partner are at risk as well.)

You are startled by a hand embracing your neck, viscous eyes staring you down.

“Where is your boyfriend? - a familiar figure had followed you to the woods, now holding you from the collar of your jacket. - Speak! Don’t you understand you’re defending a murderer?!”- Jason has you pinned against the ground, determined to make you talk.

“You really are dense, man. - you cough, trying to talk to him. - Why on earth would I tell you where he is?”- you smirk, trying to get out of his grip.

“Don’t play smart with me. I can end you right here right now, so - he points a knife to your throat. - it is better for you to speak, now. I don’t think Eddie would cope well with your death. Not at all. Actually, that’s not a bad idea. I can make him suffer by taking you away from him.”

Jason had clearly lost it. This dude looked psychotic and delusional.

You laugh uncontrollably loud when you notice him holding a knife.

“Be careful there, - you say, raising an eyebrow, - you’re playing my favourite game, Jason. Knives are my thing.”

You spit in his face and kick him in the stomach. He lets out a groan of pain. Quickly, you push him hard enough for him to fall down. The knife he was holding a moment ago had fallen from his hands. Taking the opportunity to make him listen, you get on top of him and point your knives that you always have with you on his sleeves, attaching him to the ground. His knife was yours now, and you were pointing it to his throat:

“Listen here you little bitch boy, whatever happened to Chrissy, Eddie had nothing to do with it. Stop trying to find him, you’re making it harder to figure out who the real suspect is. And do not dare to call him a murderer, ever again! - there was something in you that desperately wanted to end this guy. - Fucking hypocrite, you were about to kill me a moment ago.”

Jason tries to catch his breath. He grabs your hand trying to unarm you, but you pin him down, his head hitting the ground, making him dizzy.

“You are going to lead me to him, or else- he screams with angry eyes, barely breathing.

“Or else what?” - your eyes scared him. Beautiful pearls that sparked only light, became shooters of arrows made of fire. Jason gulped and stared at you.

He stays silent.

You lean in, grab his hair and whisper in his ear:

“If you touch him, I will burn this city to the ground.”

Jason widens his eyes, titling his head away from your strong grip.

“You’re crazy, - he says with a shaky voice.

“I’m not crazy. I’m simply, in love. If you call me insane for standing up for my lover, then does that make you sane?”

“I’m seeking revenge for Chrissy, you are defending a murde-

You almost cut his throat which made him stop talking.

You sigh, rolling your eyes: “look man, I know it has been hard for you, but all this that you’re doing, is a road with no end. Eddie did not kill Chrissy. He’s not like that, he just isn’t.”

You look into Jason eyes and see only darkness. You understood that you couldn’t get through him.

“I know damn well you have no proof for what you’re saying, and yet you keep acting like he’s innocent!” - he shouts at your face, breaking your nerves.

“Alright then, you want to play this the hard way?” - you bump his head against the ground again. - “This is the last warning. If you even attempt to find Eddie again, I’ll give you more reasons to stay away from him. If by any chance I find him harmed, I swear, you will join Chrissy sooner than you think! Understand?”

Jason gulps and avoids your stare.

“I will let you go now, cause I’m not a freak like you.”

Jason breathes for air when you finally let go of the grip you had on his neck.

You get the knife and make a running out of that area, knowing damn well that you won’t be seeing Eddie for a long time.

You held onto the necklace he gifted to you just days before this whole tragedy happened.

“You will be okay, love. You will be okay.”

#eddie munson oneshot #eddie imagine #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #eddie my beloved #eddie munson x gender neutral reader #stranger things one shot #stranger things