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~Stolen Glasses~
George Karim x Reader
Content: FLUFF and kissing
Summary: On one early morning, you decide to spice things up a little by stealing your lovers glasses.
Warnings: GRAMMER, it being my first fanfic I write.....
Word Count: 1,200 (according to Google Docs)
Notes: Ok y'all, This is my first fanfic ever writing and I sure do hope y'all like it. I apologize for my crappy writing. Please enjoy this fluffy fic I decided to do!!! I might do more.... just maybe.... (foreshadowinggggg).
@nevermoreakaemohogwarts I hope you like it!! <3
Warm, that's what you feel when you wake up. Eyes squinting as the sun beams down upon your face as you lie in your bed. Well, not your bed… more like George's bed. You two have been dating for about 3 months and you practically moved into his room. Let's just say you only go into his room when you have trouble sleeping or had a nightmare. Anyway, Someone must have opened the blinds while you were asleep. Only proves who had done it, which you were a little bit annoyed at. You also heard the shower running which meant that George must be in the shower.
Groaning you pulled the covers back and got up from the bed. You put on your fizzy socks as you look at the clock on George's night stand that reads 7 o'clock. You rolled your eyes since you could have slept in more. You were about to walk out when you spotted his glasses on his desk. A mischievous grin makes its way onto your face as you casually picked up his glasses and placed them in your pajama pocket. Your stomach gave a grumble which told you that you needed breakfast.
As you walked out of the room, you could smell the tea that was already brewed and the delicious smelling blueberry pancakes. George must have woken up a lot earlier than you in order to make these. Walking down the stairs and into the kitchen, you realize how quiet it is, with the exception of the shower running. Oh right!! Lockwood and Lucy would not be back until around 8, their case included an overnight stay at a hotel. Well that's why it's so quiet.
You walked over to the counter and made yourself some tea and put some blueberry pancakes on a plate and decorated it. Syrup and whipped cream were the main toppings and you took the plate and your tea and sat down at the table. You took a sip of your warm tea and started eating your pancakes. "Mmmm George, these are so good", you say to yourself as you take the first bite.
You loved the mornings at 35 Portland Row. Sun shining into the dining room and onto your face. The sounds of the birds chipping and the tea kettle whistling. Or sometimes it would be raining and those days were the best. But today was just another summer morning.
You then hear the shower shut off and the door to the bathroom opens. Then you see George with his wet messy hair sticking to his forehead with a big t-shirt on and guess what…. No trousers. You see George squint at you and all you could do is smile and blush at his stance.
"Y/n have you seen my glasses anywhere? I swore I put them on my dresser by my bed." You see him looking around the kitchen and moving things on the table.
"Not that I know of, Have you tried your pancakes because they are so good." You say trying to change the subject. George was now looking at you skeptically and turned back to his mug pouring the boiling water with the tea bag in it. Smirking, you slowly slipped the glasses out of your pocket and put them on your nose.
"Are you sure you ha-" he said as he turned around to see you mid bite into your pancake. You then continued to eat and smirked while George just stood there with a straight look on his face. "Y/n what do you have on your nose?" "I honestly do not know what you are talking about " you said as you sat back in your chair and looked at George. " Y/n…..you know exactly what I am talking about, now please give them back before I run into another wall." " Hmmmm…." You said thoughtfully as you put a finger to your chin. "No, sorry but I quite like your glasses, fit me well yea."
"If I do not get them in the next 3 seconds, there will be consequences." "And what would those consequences be?" You say as you raise an eyebrow. "You will see if you do not give them back" " I think I want to find out" you say smiling.
"Ok then, Three……" he says as he comes up closer to you ".... Two….." You have a feeling as to what's about to happen "....ONE…"
George lunges at you, hands at your sides tickling you. You laugh so hard trying to pry his hands away from you as George laughs and keeps tickling you. "GEORGE… STOPPPP!!" You say in between breaths as he continues tickling you.
You eventually escape his hands and quickly move to the other side of the table. " You know, this could all end if you would give me my glasses back." " Hmm… but I want to see what happens next." You held deep eye contact as You slowly moved toward the door. Looking behind you, you smirk and quickly run up the stairs, George following chasing after you. Laughter fills the air as you run into George's room and him hot on your tail.
"GEORGE WAIT AHH" You say as he tackles you onto his bed. Your laughs fill his ears and he pins your hands onto the bed with him straddling you. Your laughter fads as the both of you hold eye contact for a decent amount of time. Both of you are lost in each other's eyes and basking in the color of them. His dark chocolate brown eyes with your beautiful (e/c) eyes. George then glances at your lips and slowly moves in as if for a kiss. Just as your lips are about to touch, he backs out last minute and snaches his glasses from your face. "HA I have gotten my reward for chasing you up here," George says with a proud look on his face. You on the other hand are pretty flustered and as red as a tomato since you were teased.
"Not gonna lie, but my darling, you look quite good in my glasses." "Oh just shut up and kiss me already," you say as you put your arms around his neck. "As you wish my love," and the both of you lean in and press your lips to his lips.
This kiss was long and so much love and passion was put into that kiss. George's hand eventually went to your cheek as your hands started playing with the hairs on the back of his head.
As you pull away, George collapses on your chest with his head in your neck. You laugh as he snuggles more deeper into your neck. "Well, that was fun," you say as you play with George's hair. "Yea.. Maybe you should steal my glasses more often, my love." "Ok, I think I will, besides, I have got more plans to come as to when to STRIKE!!" you say as you snatch his glasses from his hand. "NOPE, you are too slick for that one darling," he says as he snatches them back and puts them on his face. You then pout and then George just busts out laughing. "Darling, you know that does not work on me." "Worth a try," you say as you place a soft kiss on top of his head. You both just sit there in comfortable silence and cuddling for about a good 5 minutes.
"Alright then, we better go down and eat breakfast before Lockwood and Lucy come home," George says as he gets up. "Yes you're indeed right," you say as you get up. George then waits for you at the door and interlocks your hand into his and shares one final short kiss before walking down stairs together. Oh yes, you were so going to get him back
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d-do you have any advice for people who want to write?
Uhhh, just do it! Lol, it's really a matter of finding your own way of doing it. Everyone's going to learn differently, and the "rules" vary depending on who you ask. Truth is, there's no formula to success, but I'll give you some tips that I've heard and learned first hand…
It doesn't matter how good you are, just write! Skill comes with experience, so do it as often as you can, the quality will come with time! Don't give up. Being "bad" at something, spelling, grammer, dialogue, action scenes, whatever, just means you have room to grow! Personal anecdote here, I used to suck at spelling XD and I thought I would never get good at dialogue (because how do people talk??) but I think I can say I've gotten a lot better, and that isn't because I wished upon a star ;)
Don’t compare yourself to other people, because it's not going to help you get better. You can take things that you like or don't like about another person's work to help you figure out your own style, but try to avoid saying things like "oh I'll never be as good as them..." because that's not constructive!
Write what you want to write, not the things you think other people want you to. In the end, your passion is what brings the story to life! And write everything! It doesn't matter what it's about, because it's all about practice!
Don't delete anything! It may seem crappy after you write it, but one day you might go back and see it in a whole nother light!
Finally, it's never going to be perfect. It can keep getting better, though, so don't let that dissuade you! Also, don't be afraid to share! Find the people who will cheer you on! Don’t listen to people who will tell you to stop.
Anddd there you are! Some of my best advice (that I can think of!) Of course, in the end there’s a lot you have to learn by yourself, so take any advice given to you with a grain of salt. Some advice that works for other people might not work for you, and the reverse is true too!
Tldr: don't give up, write what you want, don't delete anything, share your work, and find people who will support you!
Most importantly, have fun ;)
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Judge My Diction, Not My Grammer
(my completed prose piece from multiple drafts i previously made)
Driving down the road only guessing how many you’ve been down. From Brooklyn to Montague; you’ll travel the world one day. Just me for miles: safe and content. The tiny volume dial spinning back and forth between my fingers getting more and more elated with every increase, the feel of the pedals beneath me, finally in control of something for once in my life. Stray coins fill the console thrashing about at every sharp turn without any damage at all. One day they’ll fall onto the floor, and never be found again. Lost under the seats like childhood dreams, I took too fast a turn to keep them safe. The car needs me as much as I need it. Without the other we’ll both just sit and rust away in some junkyard, but instead we arrive at my favorite place in the world. Gas stations. But the off-brand, run-down, days from bankruptcy kind. They’re perfect.
The broken lights make it hard to read the price on anything, forcing you to squint until you involuntarily cry from the effort. Flickering lights in the bathroom in sync with your now racing heart as you wash your hands reminding yourself the person in the mirror is just you . The creepy guy behind the counter who’s desperately trying to imagine what you’re wearing beneath your jacket making you subconsciously pull it tighter around yourself like a goodbye hug. Bittersweet and lingering for days. The smell of cigarette smoke and gasoline mixing in the air and pumping helium into your head, your brain floating up over the tiny shelves and right out the door. Longing to join the stars it bursts on a powerline, lighting up the sky and fulfilling its wish. Your body, a host without its parasite, stumbles about waiting for someone else to take control. Humming along with the crappy pop song barely audible in the background, taking your time in every aisle allowing yourself to just exist despite your fictitious truth. Gas stations. But the off-brand, run-down, days from bankruptcy kind. They’re home.
As home as I’ll get in this body and brain of mine. With my ribs sticking out, begging for God to make me a companion, I breathe out giving life to the trees that surround me. Swaying in my breath they filter light from above casting a halo above my covetous head - my first sin. The apples of my eye float mockingly high, shining that shade of red that makes you feel warm and re-ignites the butterflies within your stomach. Beetles and spiders and wasps crawl around through mine, clicking and popping to scare off predators - am I not enough to protect you? With my twiggy arms squeezing tight around my core and giving life to the branches you reside on? I know there’s knicks and scratches and dents, but I thought you’d like them. I’m sorry I don’t know what you want. My brain is but a rock; dense and heavily within my skull. The cracks that wrap around have taken only moments to spawn, but now, years later, flowers sprout from the darkness. My heart is more a leaf than anything else. Jolting from side to side following the wind, even when they disagree. Rips line the edges making the original outline cryptic - the tree she came from I’ll never know. Frequently flooding Eden in my sorrows I make fruitless attempts to build protective dams around the garden. Waterfalls run down my face from the caves that are pretty only at a glance; the more you observe the worse a place they seem to be. Absorbed by the seeds of my skin; one day flowers will ornate my body turning me into the garden I know I am. Until then I’m just a spot in the forest, isolated and esoteric, praying for it all to burn down.
A charred ghost town sits lonely in my skull. The once excited inhabitants are long gone and scared to come back. I don’t remember when but the power plant exploded and all that’s left is mother nature. Evacuated, the citizens made home somewhere else. It’ll never be the same, but at least there’s a roof over their heads. And crime in the streets, corruption in politics, death in hospitals, and constant crying in schools.Where my hope went I don’t know, but in place of pride lies an alley located between my confidence and sorrow. Dim and putrid with noises of feral cats and unsteady dumpsters. The sidewalk in front is cracked and crumbing, callous to the weary feet that tremble past. The small pop-up shop that is my confidence has only a few items left in stock. The owner seems to always be in the back; leaving customers at the register long enough for them to give up and go somewhere else. How pretty the decor is, beautiful paintings and sculptures that no one cares to admire. To the left, a skyscraper reaching for the stars hoping to become one. The multitude of floors and departments and workers and management inside is as heavy as the steel and concrete used to create their home away from home. What makes this building so terrifying is that the farther you go up the more you can see. Except the building is so high it pokes out through the clouds and at a certain point all you can see is a white blanket of faux snow calling for you to become an angel. I’ve been to the top a few times and as ethereal as it was, nothing was more comforting than racing down the abundance of stairs and straight out the door. The air is not nearly as fresh down here but at least I’m not light-headed anymore. The cartography of my soul is still mostly undiscovered. I hope I can create the full map someday; maybe then I’ll know who I am. Maybe then I’ll be able to tell you who I am.
People try so hard to figure out what I am; but I don’t know. Listening to me talk about things that seem to spike my interest as my eyes stay dull and unfeeling. All I do is drone on and on while thinking over and over ¨be present, be present, be present¨. But I can’t: I’m preoccupied. Constantly aware of the fact that this isn’t who I want to be. Younger me would be so disappointed and it kills me to know I let her down. I was all she had and now, she has nothing. I could’ve been so much but instead I’m just hollow. Not empty or void or missing some important piece of me; I’m just hollow. There’s nothing inside me - yes - but nothing was ever meant to be. The cavity in my chest is not meant to hold a heart, but to allow birds to perch on my ribs and sing songs that echo throughout my body when they so please. I’m open to the world, yet hidden from society.
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DMC: Innocent souls 1
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I gain no profit from this nor do I own anything other then OCs and whatever sprouts from my imagination. Thanks for reading!
Gaila whimpered as her stomach growled, her dull lavender eyes scanned the empty streets as she sat huddled behind a bakery waiting for the staff to throw away the unsold bread jumped hearing the backdoor.
The white haired child flinched as she hid farther behind the trashcans, it was Marco the bakery owner taking out the trash this time not his wife...Who was a sweet old lady, who secretly left lunch bags for Gaila knowing the that this was probably the only meal the little girl would have for a while...Marco however.
Gaila remembered the last time he caught her stealing from the dumpster. he grabbed her arm called her a dirty mutt and other names and threatened to report her to the cops if he ever saw her again...and she'd be damned if she was going back to that hell hole!
The eight year old noticed the old mans limp and felt a sliver of guilt when she recalled Bruno biting Marco's ankle to get the old man off her, however another rumble from her tummy soon flushed that feeling out. Gaila stood dead still as Marco took the garbage bag and threw in the dumpster; cussing about him being to old for this crap.
The eight year old slowly stood up careful not to make a sound when a can dropped from the trash cans she was hiding behind. she threw her hand over her mouth so not to gasp. Marco whipped his head in the direction the sound came from.
"Whose there?!"
"If it's the same little bitch who bit me, good luck eating tonight!"
Marco scanned the alley waiting when a cat jump from where he thought the noise came from, with a dismissive grunt he reached into he pocket and took out a pad lock and chain. Gaila could only wince as she watch her dinner get locked away.
she felt her eyes tear up as Marco walked back into his shop and turn off the lights. Soon the alley was in complete darkness And Gaila was left hungry. and wondering how a sweet old lady like Francesca got stuck with a cold hearted man like Marco... as Bruno nuzzled the little girl from inside her worn out hoodie.
The soccer ball sized demon frowned feeling he was letting Sparda down, as he could only watch his deceased master's grandchild live like this; suddenly a smell a cheesy garlicky smell... Bruno's ball like body shifted and looked outside the mouth of the alley.
He saw a very lost looking teenager, sitting on his scooter squinting at his note pad; while the kid was busy Bruno jumped out of Gaila's hoodie and stealthily made his way over to the scooter.
The teen had gotten off to use a pay-phone, while Bruno opened the pizza box strapped behind it, the demi-devil arm switched to his knight form opened the pizza box; grabbed a few slices, and quietly closed it before silently running back to his young mistress.
Gaila nearly had a heart attack when Bruno ran off, her eyes tried to see where he had gone when a large black figure with lighting bolt like eyes stared down at her the girl frowned "Bruno! where-" she was cut off by him handing her three slices of pizza still warm...
Bruno then went back to his smaller form and settled back into Gaila's hoodie as the eight year old greedily chowed down only slowing when she picked the olives off, she tried to give Bruno the last slice. but, he refused settling for the crusts and discarded olives, and with that the two were on their way out into night.
Meanwhile
Dante was pissed! that not only was the kid late with his pizza! there were three missing slices and there were olives on it! He contemplated whether he should complain to Romano. but, considering they'll bring up his tab...he begrudgingly let it go.
The next morning... Nero's pov in third person.
Nero slightly bobbed his head to the music coming from his earbud, while he waited for the light to change, It wasn't like he was in a rush or anything; as he took his sweet time getting to Devil may Cry, when the sound of a little kids giggling got his attention.
the teen turned and saw a group kids oohing and awing at a little white haired girl in ratty clothes, who was bouncing a black and red soccer ball? he hummed thinking nothing of it, till out of his peripheral...
when the girl stretched the ball out like silly putty and it bounced back into it's original shape. That's when Nero noticed the tail,rabbit like ears and the red lighting bolt shaped eyes staring at him...A demon!
The teen felt his stomach tighten "Hey you!" Nero yelled at the girl who jumped five feet in the air, Her purple eyes found his blue ones, in a flash she was off running, "wait" Nero shouted as he tried to follow, but a bus sped passed him blocking his path! When the bus was gone so was the girl.
He went over to where she was standing and asked the kids about her they of course; scattered the second he looked at them, Nero scratched the back of his head looked down and saw a hat? he recognized it the girl was wearing it before she ran off he sighed picking it up:looks like he and Dante finally got a job.
Later...
"Yo, old man! you awake?" Nero said slamming the door open "I am now..." Dante moaned from under his magazine ignoring the old man jab he yawned and sat himself up gave Nero a tired glance which quickly turned to concern when he noticed how shaken up the younger male was. "what happen? Your girlfriend dump ya?" Dante joked trying to get a rise out of the teen who just glared at him.
"All have you know we're doing fine."
"Then the hell's got you all spooked?"
"I saw demon at the park on the way here...at least i think it was?"
"YOU THINK?! there's is no "you think" in this business kid! either it was or it wasn't...what did it look like?"
Nero gave Dante the run down, and jumped when Dante's energy changed "And you just let her run off with it?!" the elder hunter growled as Nero backed off "It's not like I meant to!" the teen argued as Dante calmed himself; grabbing his coat and weapons
Nero gave him a wide birth just as Morrison arrived the old man could sense the tension the second he stepped out of his car. "What happen?" the old man asked as Nero awkwardly scratched his head "I s-sort of messed up." he repeated what happened on his way over.
Morrison eyes widened the child's description before pulling out a photo "Is this her?" Nero's eyes widened at the girl's photo. "Yeah! that's her!" Dante curiously looked over Morrison's shoulder, he could already tell this child wasn't completely human, which made the situation even more dire.
"Her name is Gaila Maxwell age 8; her social worker reported her missing three days ago, but, she been missing longer then that." Dante's eyes narrowed as he took in the kids features a weird feeling curdle in his stomach, he shrugged it off as Nero held the girl's hat out for Dante.
He could already smell the demon's stench on along with the girl's Morrison and Nero took the low ground while Dante took high, he was at the same park Nero had last seen the kid, when a slightly different aroma got his attention; it was sweet, mixed with grave soil and sage...
"She gone to the hills." A voice said causing to look up at the trees when he noticed her,a woman with golden yellow eyes and raven hair lazily watching him from a large tree.*Who the hell is this?* Dante mentally screamed as his eyes drank in her appearance and frankly he was liking what he was seeing.
She was totally his type! she wore a plum scarf that faded into a sky blue, a nice rack that was safe and snug in black and yellow bikini top, with tight denim shorts with black g-string hugging her hips and shredded stockings. Dante gave her a sly smirk before shaking his head remembering what he was there for.
"Sorry what?"
"The little girl you're looking for... I saw her run off into woods towards the hills."
"Oh, yeah thanks..."
"just call me Ripple, it was good seeing you again Danny."
Ripple said jumping from her perch and calmly walking away, Dante just nodded and took off in the direction Ripple pointed out to him when a thought occurred "Wait how-..." the ravenette was already gone.*why does she know that nickname?!* There was only one girl who ever called him that... but, she *It's in the past, Dante focus on finding the kid.* with that Dante continued his job.
Meanwhile
Gaila was in a very bad situation after that boy had yelled at her this morning, she thought he was one of Marco's employees there to report her to police and that met social services knew where she was! so, she ran only she didn't know the area well enough, to realize there was something worst out here, then some cranky old man and it was hunting her...
"hurry up Bruno..." the little girl muttered rubbing her arms Bruno had gone ahead to find a way out of this forest; he said he'd come back for her when he found the exit. the white haired child sighed leaning against a fallen log as she waited for her friends return,
when a sudden pinch stung her arm she looked down and saw blood leaking down her arm along with with a hole in her sweater she hissed in pain and confusion when had that happen? maybe she caught her arm on something?
Then it occurred to her, she had been standing still, in a clearing! with nothing sharp that could've pos- Gaila ducked and rolled just as a sickle came flying out of the shadows missing her head by a hair! but, managed to nicked her cheek.
the eight year old yelped as tears welled in her eyes, she looked up in the direction the sickle came from. her stomach felt like a block of ice as these ragged twitchy deformed monsters emerged from the darkness. one of the monsters sniffed the air and let out a giddy giggle and he pointed at her "Blood of Sparda!?" it exclaimed as the monstrous horde approached the little girl, Gaila could only shut her eyes wait for the end.
Only nothing happened...Gaila's purple eyes looked up and gasped seeing a large demon standing in front of her and pile of bloody ash at it's feet; the rest of the creatures seemed to hesitate as they observed this newcomer, it's chest and eyes were a blazing orange, it's face was very human looking. Gaila assume it was male because of it's stubble like spikes on it's chin and large broad frame that it was made of black scales and red armor resembling a long red trench-coat.
Unknown to the girl, Dante was observing her too... And He was pissed right the fuck off! with every scratch and cut he saw on her tiny body. He calmly leaned down gently pulled a twig out of her white hair as he examined her cheek and arm, his face contorted into a snarl as primal growl rumbled from his throat.
He silently picked Gaila up and held her close to him as his enraged gaze landed on horde the demons responsible for her injuries and they could sense his killing intent; a few fled while they could. But, the few brave ones that stayed?
Yeah...they Barely registered what had happened hit them; before Rebellion had pierced trough their rotted bodies like paper. "Damn you son of Sparda! you can't protect her forever!" one shrieked before rebellion tore it's body in half soon into dust.
Dante turned to the left over demons who shivered under his gaze "Boo." he hissed the demons flinched and took off into the night when he was sure they were gone, Dante de-triggered and calmly turned his attention at the little girl in his arms.
Who was gawking at him, if he was her position he do the same, the half-demon smirked "Hey..." she blinked "hi..." she shyly whispered back Dante felt his heart flutter, before a twig snap caused Dante to whipped his head in it's direction he aimed ivory at the intruder only for the girl to grab his wrist "No, stop! that's Bruno! he's my friend!" she begged as Dante stared at her baffled.
"He's not your friend kid, he's a demon."
"Bruno's different he protects me."
"well, he's done a good job proving that today!"
"Please don't...hurt him..."
The child begged Dante was conflicted here he had a kid who was bleeding out and small soccer ball shivering under his gaze, the hunter growled holstering his gun, "Fine! but, if he I find out he was just a lure to get you out here-" he turned to the small demon with a looked that set a car on fire "I'll pop em' like a balloon" he hissed the demon squeaked and nodded before bouncing after the white haired man.
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This is set in a AU where Dante met Nero four years before DMC4 and is fostering/mentoring him.
ages
Dante 34
Nero 15
Gaila 8
Lady 29
Trish unknown
Patty 10
Morrison 47
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When Martin was a young man he was quite handsome and he knew it.
It was a source of pride for him; to be one who made heads turn, who could fluster even the most stoic with a wink and a smile.
It also was one of the reasons why he was so popular among the followers of Sanguine, who would lavish him with praises and throw themselves at him eagerly, and he found that he rather liked all of the attention that they gave him. He would soon built his confidence on how others perceived him.
All was well for a while, and soon he was even sitting on the lap of Sanguine, enjoying the utter decadence he found himself in. He always thought that he would stay there and that nothing would ever go wrong.
What a fool he was.
It would all come unraveled one fateful night, a night that left him scared, humiliated, and broken. It left him begging in the streets for coin, wearing nothing but rags and shaking from the addiction withdrawals that made him feel sick.
It wasn’t until a kind priest of Akatosh came and helped him get his life back together that he able to leave the streets behind. It seemed like he would finally be able to move on.
But after many years passed, Martin still constantly berated himself for being such a foolish young man.
If he hadn’t been so stupid and arrogant and dabbled with things beyond his comprehension then his friends would still be alive. They hadn’t deserved to be punished for his mistakes.
Regret dogged his every step and it hurts so much, some days it is a battle to even get out of bed.
After everything he’s done, he believed that he didn’t deserved to be loved, because who could love a wretched man like him? The scars of his past were far too ugly and deep, no reasonable person could see them and accept him for who he is.
So when he starts to feel flutters in his heart when he is around the hok, he quickly shoves it down and rebukes himself for even feeling it. He is absolutely terrified about the implications of it, is he still being affected by Sanguines influence?
Akatosh forbid it, he prays more than he ever has before, wishing the feeling would be taken away from him. The hok does not deserve these ugly hedonistic thoughts being directed towards them, they didn’t deserve someone like him as a friend. They deserved someone who was noble and good, not someone who was tainted like him.
But overtime the feeling starts to get harder to ignore, and he feels even dirtier by the day. Their way they smile at him whenever he walks into the room is enough to make him melt. They way they laugh makes his heart skip a beat, the way they-
He shouldn’t be feeling this way around them! After all these years, was he really still so weak? Their friendship means so much to him, they were the first friend that he has had in a long time and to lose them over something so ridiculous would be devastating.
It isn’t until one day when they bring the Rose of Sanguine to him that he bursts into tears. The hok immediately pulls him into a strong hug and rocks him slowly until he is able to calm down. When he finally calms down, they gently ask what is wrong and he immediately tells them everything: from the day he first heard of Sanguine, to his presence in the cult, to his friends dying, and to the feelings that have been tormenting him for so long.
They stay silent for a moment and he is expecting to be shunned at, for them to get up and to be utterly repulsed by him and to yell at him for being such a weak minded fool who doesn’t deserve everything that he has now. He waits and waits and.....
It never comes.
Instead they cup his face running their fingers along his cheeks and ever so lovingly they plant a small kiss his forehead. They tell him what a strong and beautiful person he is and....
They tell him they love him.
At first he doesn’t believe what he is hearing.... they love him? They love the wretched man in worn out priest clothes who has nothing to offer them, it can’t be.
And yet they keep repeating it over and over again, and for the first time in a long time Martin begins to feel loved again.
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I don't understand hate towards Mark Ruffalo. I saw someone call him a "Transmisoginist"(or whatever the fuck) And then someone brought up a Mistake he made (That yes, he shouldn't have done, but hasn't done anything like it since then), he used the g slur (g*psy) and people are still using it against him. I just don't like people nowadays. It huts seeing people hate one of the most precious men ever... :(
Anon before I get into answering I just want to say I’m so so sorry for taking so long to answer I haven’t been very active due to school, mental health, and family issues and I’m so sorry for the wait
And okay hold up can someone pls tell me when he did this I didn’t know that this happened till now
One of the problems society/social media has is people see someone who is famous or is having a good life and they find things the person said or take things out of the context and use it against them even if it happened a long time ago and they have grown since then, and we all have to understand that we are all human and we make mistakes all the time and if the person has shown growth, got educated about why what they did or say is wrong, and give a sincere apology we should forgive them (but that is probably never gonna happen sadly)
We also have to consider that the culture was very different from today (I’m guessing this is a long time ago so probably in the early 2000s?? Someone pls tell me) and things back then we’re normal even though it’s a bad thing to say and no one should say it. For example, I’m Jewish and me and my two friends are also Jewish so we call each other Jews BUT if someone else calls us that it is almost always used in a mean derogatory way and basically means they are better than us and we are lower than dirty. So I understand the outrage and it is completely valid and it should be there but he hasn’t said it since and he seems to have grown and realized his mistake so I completely agree with you that people should move on.
Now I also think it has to do with fact he is considered “not attractive” by society’s standards WHICH IS BS (I could go on a whole rant about it and I have my poor girlfriend had to listen to it) but basically since he isn’t the typical hot actor like the other mcu cast he always gets forgotten and I haven’t seen that many posts about him being hot (like Ben Hanscom form IT chapter 1 he is the fat kid and that’s one of the main reasons in my opinion why Beverly gets shipped with Bill in the first movie because they look better together)
Also l love Chris Evans with my whole heart he is an amazing person and actor BUT remember when he said homophobes are secretly gay but it was only an outrage for like a week and we all forgot about it and let it slide for the most part I think we let it slide (this isn’t the only reason this is just my opinion k I don’t want to start discourse I try to keep this blog happy and positive and a safe place for fans of Bruce and one place for all the Bruce ships/content) because he is more attractive and he is liked way more/more popular while Mark is mainly thought of as unattractive and I think that is another reason while people use it against him
This whole post probably doesn’t make sense but these are just all my thoughts if anon or anyone else has thoughts on this please send me an ask about it! I want to hear everyone’s thoughts!!
#sorry for such a long answer i just have a lot of thoughts and feelings#and im sorry for the crappy grammer im to tired to fix it#asks#laila answers things!!#anon#mark ruffalo#mcu cast
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I've had this project in the back of my head for years now but soon I'm going to have the proper processing power to do video editing so I'm gonna see if I can get a decent RAW copy of Ginga Nagareboshi Gin and re-sub it with a better script.
#all the subs ive seen have like so many grammer errors and some dont even sub the dialog properly ???#or just sound clunky#GNG is one of my favorite series and I'm tired of showing it to my friends with a crappy sub lmao#jackal's journal#and re-subbing it won't take that long
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Ghost Of You - chapter 3
A/N: i think that at this point, me being to lazy and tired to fix grammer and mistakes became a part of the story. Also im very sorry for the angst, im kinda winging it but hopefully stuff will be less painful soon 😅
The beautiful art is by the incredible @chloroformcandles ! Go check her works! Im honestly obsessed and even used her art as icons on both of my scarletwidow blogs.
Warnings: angst of course, mention of death (obviously)
Words count: 1391
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Ever since wanda joined the avengers she was trained in hand to hand combat.
Its not like she actually needed it, she always thought to herself and said it multiple times to the other female avenger and trainer, but Natasha always raised her eyebrow at her and smiled cockily at her in return.
One of wanda's favorite training sessions with natasha was when they were on the run. Steve Insisted they'll keep training as much as they can, even more than they used to as avengers. Natasha agreed, wanda did too but it didn't stop her from complaining every morning when the two women were already panting before the crack of down.
"You're too slow"
Natasha said, her hands holding the younger girl down on training mat.
Wanda tried to push the shorter woman down but with no use, natasha was small yet her grip was strong and her steady firm.
It was amazing that even when they were training and sweaty natasha still managed to look painfully hot. The older women smelled like vanilla and sweat and wanda had to admit that it wasn't a bad combination.
"Well its 5 am natasha, I'm barley even awake" she joked,.
wanda could see natasha holding back her smile. It was funny, really, that Natasha could hold the best poker face and go undercover without a hiss and without ever getting caught, but couldn't contain her smile when it comes to the younger woman.
"So lets make a deal, maximoff. If you can pin me down to the mat i will get you the coffee you like from the coffee down the street"
Wanda smiled.
"They do have a great coffee.. " she said. Natasha agreed, she liked their coffee and she liked the satisfied smile on wanda's face after she takes the first sip.
"I still don't see a reason for us to train combat" wanda grumble out. Natasha smiled at her and wanda's heart skipped a bit.
The younger woman knew she was getting into a dangerous zone with Natasha, but she couldn't help herself.
"I just gave you a reason maximoff. Im 5'3. If you cant take me down what would you do with stronger, bigger, rougher opponent?"
Natasha raised her eyebrow and moved to get up.
Natasha stood and held her hand out to the younger woman.
"You say that wasn't rough, romanoff?" Wanda asked faking annoyance.
"Barely" natasha smirked.
Wanda took the older girl's hand and got up as well.
"I will get that coffee" wanda said.
"Bring it on"
Natasha's smile was dangerously hot.
That was the problem about Natasha Romanoff, wanda knew that no mattar when, or at what situation, the older woman's smile will have a power over her, just like Natasha had.
And that was the only thought that crossed in wanda's mind when the two sat on wanda's bed in her crappy London apartment.
Its been a week since natasha came back and the two did their best to try and understand the circumstances they were in.
The good news were, that Natasha could come and go as she pleases.
wanda didn't knew where she was going when she left and natasha didn't say.
It could be counted as bad news as well.
At the few times when the two womem got frustrated, natasha would've leave, wanda would've cry and then natasha would come back and sit next to her, as close as she can.
The truth was that wanda missed being close to natasha, she was happy to have her around, to talk to her and hear her voice, but she missed her touch and her smell and having her around was getting painful.
Sometimes Wanda wanted to hug her and sob about everything.
And natasha wanted to be able to hold her, and hold her hand.
They missed each other, and sometimes it was too hard for them to be so close to each other without being able to touch.
"I went trough Agetha's book again" wanda finally said. Natasha put down the book she was reading, another novel wanda never heard of.
Wanda couldn't help her envy, because the book was something natasha could touch and hold and wanda wasn't.
"And?" Natasha said.
"I found something but i dont know how to perform it."
She confessed.
"Maybe we can go to someone who might know. Strange maybe?" Natasha said
"I dont think thats a good idea.. Ive been avoiding the other avengers ever since westview" she admitted
"Was it that bad?"
"Its just complicated. I brought vision back for awhile, well, kind of"
Natasha looked at her quietly encouraging her to continue
"I could bring him back but only there, i build these perfect life in there, nat, i had a family and a house and everything was so normal even when it wasn't"
"Why wasn't it perfect?"
"Because as real as it felt it was all a big lie. An illusion"
"Were you happy?"
Natasha asked.
"Yes" wanda admitted. Natasha smiled sadly.
"Then in was worth it, in a way" the older girl said.
"You weren't there" wanda said after a few moments.
The younger woman got up from bed. She wasn't able to sit still or look into the other woman eyes.
"I guess a part of your consensus knew that if I would've been there it wouldn't be perfect" natasha said sadly and got up as well.
"I doubt that there's any reality, fake or real one, that I wouldn't have been in love with you" natasha continued and wanda felt wetness on her cheeks. She was crying.
Natasha stood a few steps away from wanda, she didn't want to get too close and overwhelm the crying girl, but she couldn't stay away neither.
"I'm sorry nat"
"For what?" Natasha asked confused.
"For bringing you back. I just missed you so much and i was selfish.
I guess you were wrong natasha, I'm not a good person"
"I missed you too, every single day in the last 5 years."
Wanda looked up. Her eyes catching natasha's red ones.
Both women were crying. Natasha's cheeks were stained and her eyes were red, yet she was holding herself together pretty well. Probably as as a result of years of holding things inside and making her feelings.
"I blamed clint, you know?" Wanda confessed.
"We had a fight after i found out you were dead. I blamed him for not keeping you safe, and then left. I didn't spoke to him since then"
Wanda catch a glimpse of Natasha's book on the bed and wondered if the lead characters got their happy ending.
Natasha sigh, her hands massaging her temple.
"I dont know what they told you wanda. But i chose to jump. I could've let clint jump"
"You're lying, clint said-"
"That i had no other choice? Knowing him figured its better you wont know that, so you wouldn't be mad at me for doing that."
the two women were so close to each other that wanda could imagine natasha's hot breath and vanilla scent.
Natasha could see the small freckles on the younger girl's nose.
"You want to know why I don't deserve to go to heaven? Wanda" Natasha asked.
Wanda wiped her own tears.
"Why?"
"I'm selfish.
I could've let clint jump but i knew that I couldn't live with the burden and the pain so i left him to live with it instead.
I could let the world stay how it was after the snap, but I didn't. Not because I'm the honorable person you think i am, but because of you. I wanted you to get the life that you deserve."
Natasha smiled bitterly and gestured with her hands to the room they were in.
Wanda wanted to respond but couldn't. Her throat was dry and her head was aching.
"I should go" natasha said and before wanda could protest the older woman was gone and she was alone again.
After a few minutes of crying the witch took a few breath to calm herself down, before she went to her nightstand and took out a disposable cell phone.
"You're not selfish natasha, i am." She whispered.
The young witch typed a few digits and held the phone to her ear.
After a few rings she heard a familiar voice.
"Hey agnes, i need your help"
#natasha romanoff#black widow#wanda maximoff#scarlet witch#scarlet widow#wandanat#wanda x nat#wanda x natasha#natasha x wanda
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Episode 12—Claire and Present Danger
This episode is one of the reasons I truly fell in love with this show.
1. The amulet is super tiny in Bular’s hands
2. These lines always get me and I’m not really sure why.
3. They are watching Gun Robot in Spanish.
4. Before he officially switched sides, NotEnrique had started caring for Claire as a sister.
5.Toby and Arrrgh’s relationship growing throughout the series isn’t super obvious except in moments like this.
Toby’s the only one that doesn’t flinch when Arrrgh yells here and he’s also the one to calm him down. I love it.
6. Blinky and Jim are so sweet and I love them.
7. This scene is so freakin dramatic and I love every second of it.
Love all these crazy bois
8. These bois!
sweet boi
violent boi
Blinky has the best lines
Kelsey Grammer is talent
9. He’s trying so hard
violent gorl
10. I counted and Toby rang the bell 15 or 16 times
11. I love Toby
12. The whole process of Claire finding out about everything is done so well. It’s like realistic if that makes any sense.
13. This line isn’t meant to be funny but it always makes me giggle
She’s like “I’m scared!” and he’s like “Ima find a stick”
14. Even when she’s scared, Claire is awesome
15. This entire scene is what made the show for me
The noises Strickler makes throughout the series gives me life
Behold, the third time in the series Steve loses a tooth, and we are not even halfway through season one of Trollhunters
you’re not wrong
Also the song that plays during this is called “None Shall Live” by Two Steps from Hell and it’s amazing
So Powerful
There is literally no way for my crappy screenshots to show just how gorgeous this scene is so please just go watch it
16. They’re so cute
17. Claire deserves a proper freak out
18. I love how the instant Jim hears the song he goes into fighting mode
19. Nomura is freaking awesome
Claire’s first look at a troll
Nomura has a lot of lines that, if said by any other villain, would sound incredibly cheesy, but she is so awesome and terrifying that it just works.
20. The WHUMP
21. Super good ending
#Trollhunters#trollhunters re-watch#jim lake jr#toby domzalski#claire nuñez#blinky#arrrgh#toa#tales of arcadia#wizards#3below#nomura#walter strickler#bular#notenrique#Barbara Lake
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[Trying my hand at a fan fiction.
I love to write but I have never done anything like this before, so all feedback would be extremely appreciated (Grammer, Plot, Characters etc.).
I love Tokyo Ghoul so I really hope I don't fuck this up 😅. A big thank you to anyone who reads this ❤️]
Caution: Agressive Swearing, Offensive Language, Graphic Violence.
Notes: Takes place post end of TG:re, Reapers = Marshall version of Doves.
1. Crow - 24
City lights and the rushing motions of the landscape turn the 24th ward into a blinding and blaring circus. Humans. They crawl through this city with the assurance that they will be here tomorrow. They will be here a year from now. They will be here forever. They are the only lifeform with this assurance. All other creatures in this world live with the knowledge that their making it to the next moment is a fifty fifty
It is certainly a miracle that they last, noticing absolutely nothing at all. They don't see the effects that the fumes of their veichles have on the planet that they grip so tightly to. They can't begin to recognise that they are being continually watched and targeted by devices that could wipe them from the face of said Earth in less than zero. They don't even notice the apex predictor observing them from less than a mile above.
Humans simply move from one spot to another, only stopping to cause irrevocable disaster and reduce their surroundings to less than ash, and then move on to the next target. Someone said that humans are Parasites, and although it may be naive to believe this was wholly correct, it would be complete ignorance to dismiss it entirely. Ghouls do not indulge in such ignorance. Parasite is an apt description for a human, from the perspective of a ghoul, that and food.
The figure stands tall, wind rushing rapidly through their tied up hair. They can smell the putrescence of man-kind as they go about their sweaty and arrogant business. They would laugh if it wasn't so tragic. What do humans amount to? They are greedy and bloody bags of meat that fight and hate more than any other being, yet they are allowed to multiply and just be. It could be argued that ghouls are the same as humans in this aspect, but most abide by the one meal a month agreement, even though this arrangement can be hell for some. Unlike humans, who see violence as their God given right, when ghouls fight, it is rarely for anything other than survival. Perhaps this view doesn't take all ghouls into account, but all humans gorge themselves on everything, and fight for any fucking reason they want.
Twenty years ago, a disaster was meant to end this disparity. For the first time ever, ghouls and humans fought together to save the world they shared from the monster that had been designated 'DRAGON'. The defeating of this enemy was meant to end in equality, where ghouls and humans shared the world equally. Scientific leaps had been made. Synthetic meats that ghouls could eat, so they wouldn't have to harm humans. The corpse of Dragon even lead to dramatic advancements in the medical field. Humans were now benefiting from ghoul DNA, as it allowed them to combat most illnesses and increase their lifespan somewhat. After all that ghouls had done for them, weren't humans grateful? No. Ten years, then ghouls were back to being vile creatures to be hunted, and were forced back to living in the sewers. The deaths of so many perfectly good and innocent ghouls, just so that humanity could screw them all over again. What a funny tragedy.
Another figure appeared from the shadows, stepping in line with their comrade. Neither looking at the other, they both silently watched the ferris-wheel turn round and round. A world that they saw as rightfully theirs. They were hungry for it and they would have it. No matter the cost. In fact, the more human casualties... the better.
"Are you ready to go?" the newcomer asked, never taking their attention away from everything below.
"Yeah. Any longer and I might have to eat you."
"Like you could" came the cold, arrogant response.
"Just because you got five inches on me now, doesn't mean I can't still beat your ass Da..."
"Don't fucking call me that. While we're out here you call me Kuma and I call you... Blindfold, or Eyeless. Something like that." Even though his response had been quick and sharp, neither his tone nor his concentration had wavered.
"Eyeless" they conceded.
"Fine, Eyeless it is. Just don't go shouting our real names out in public. You're enough of a liability as it is without giving our fucking identities away."
Eyeless finally turned to look at their brother. They couldn't help feeling a pang of nostalgia. He had been so small once, constantly hanging onto their shoulders and making paper birds that he place all over their home. Those memories hurt, especially when they remembered what came after. He used to smile so much and now he's a moody little shit. They'd never been like that at fourteen, they thought smugly.
"Fine. Let's go KUMA before I rip your snarky head off." With that final retort, Eyeless turned and stepped off of the roof.
Kuma watched them drop six stories, landing with grace and poise. Why were they always so aggravating? Maybe he was jealous of their natural ability, or perhaps they were just a pain in the ass to be related to. With a sigh and a wandering look to the night sky, he followed suit.
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The Marshalls finished up disposing of the ghoul. Bikakus are a pain in the ass Haruto thought, but it's better than a Ukaku. Haruto loved the fact that he was an intimidating figure. The ghoul had basically shat itself as soon as it had seen his large muscular frame, and cruel bearded face. The black trench coat they wore, that often announced the end for ghouls, probably didn't hurt either. He nudged the face of the corpse with his foot. He reckoned it wouldn't even be worth removing his Kakahou to get a new quinque. Taking into account the short amount of time it had taken him and Kenji to bypass his defences and cut him through the middle, he was a B rated ghoul maximum.
"Right, time we get back" Haruto sighed.
"Mhm" Kenji agreed. He never said much.
"Did you bring the body bag? You never know, you might be able to upgrade that piece of shit you call a quinque." Haruto laughed loudly. He loved taking the piss out of Kenji, especially when he knew his only retort woukd be 'mhm'.
As expected, Kenji responded with a grumbling "Mhm", and moved towards the body.
Haruto, turned to walk away, lighting a cigarette and beginning to inhale deeply. That Kenji was going to marry his sister. What's he gonna say when the priest asks him if he takes her to be his lawfully wedded wife? Mhm. Haruto chuckled to himself. All in all Kenji was a good guy, and one hell of a Marshall. He could use that crappy Ukaku quinque pretty damn well, even if it did come from a C rated ghoul. Kenji also took Haruto's kids to the beach when he and Mrs Haruto wanted a quiet weekend. He might be an ugly fucker with next to no hair, and a face that made you want to split him down the middle, but he was clean and sometimes smelt nice. Yeah, Kenji could marry his sister if he wanted. She could do a hell of a lot worse.
A loud splatter sounded out behind Haruto. He spun on his heels, instincts flaring immediately into action. Where the fuck was Kenji? Where his partner had been attempting to fit the ghoul into the black bag, there was now the cut in half corpse of his future brother in law, fallen to the sides with a blindfolded figure standing in the middle. His entire being twitched in anticipation of this thing making a move to kill him, but all it did was leasurly bend down and scoop something up from the gore beneath. As the creature straightened up, he saw that it was simply sucking on one of Kenji's bloody fingers. To others, this might signify a psychotic animal, but to a seasoned Marshall, this was a confident and calculating killer plain and simple. A powerful one at that. Their clothes were indistinctive; clad in thin black leather and fabric, however, their mask was a completely different story. Almost the entirety of its face was covered. Its mouth had a tight black fabric wrapped over it, with a skeletal smile that would open, revealing the snaking pink tongue underneath. The huge back leather collar surrounding it could be zipped up to hide all but the eyes from the world. Not that the eyes could be seen either. A bone white blindfold shut them off from view. Foreign symbols were drawn in deep black on either side, with the a closed eye taking centre stage. Although it was just a drawing, that closed eye was unearving, as if the lack of sight heightened its ability to see, instead of impeding it.
Now this was a ghoul. Just by its sheer presence Haruto could tell this one was rated A, or more likely >S. Haruto couldn't deny to himself that he was intimidated, but he was a senior Marshall, and always backed himself in a one on one. He looked down at his fallen partner and gulped. First things first, get into this guys head. Haruto scanned the ghoul, looking for weaknesses that he could exploit verbally. If he was lucky, the reaction could lead to him obtaining an edge. He noticed that this ghoul was slight in stature, maybe five foot five all told.
"You wanna end up like this other piece of shit, you fucking dwarf."
This garnered absolutely nothing.
Haruto couldn't take it much longer. This creature continued to lapp at the guts of his dead partner, that were splattered over its fingers. It obviously didn't give a shit what it looked like to others. It reminded him of a cat, publically cleaning its fur and genitals with no concern for the world. It was fucking reveling in its feast, and it made Haruto's blood boil.
"You killed an innocent man. He was gonna have a family and you ripped him apart. You monsters have no fucking souls and you all belong in hell. That's where I'm gonna send you. I'm a fucking senior Marshall you stupid shit. You have no clue how badly you've fucked up."
Again, the ghoul made no sign of changing emotion, continuing to dip its fingers in Kenji and take its time eating. Haruto knew he needed something else to get into its head so he scanned again. 'Shit' he thought, as the ghost of a smile passed over his lips. The majority of its body was covered in black that mostly obscured its shape, however, his keen eyes saw that although its grey hair was tied up, it was probably quite long when undone. At its chest area, although it was probably bound, there was the hint of a slightly tented structure. The hardest one to spot was the hips. Despite them being covered by black leather shorts, those hips were a tad too wide to be a man's.
"Alright you sick fuck. I'M A COMMIN FOR YA!"
With one last drive to uncover more courage, Haruto raised his Kokaku quinque and lept towards the ghoul.
"I'M GONNA FUCK YOU UP FOR KENJI... YOU BITCH!"
As Haruto closed the distance with extreme speed, to less than two meters, the shadow of another figure dropped from the sky, landing directly next to the first. Haruto skidded to a halt, taken aback by the new masked creature. This one was certainly taller, and its face was covered by a red, horned mask. It was only as his attention slipped completely that he realised his final mistake. For the first time, the blindfolded ghoul smiled widely, the skeletal mouth parting to reveal massive bloody teeth.
The next thing Haruto knew was that he was laying down on the ground, face to the sky. His neck was warm and dripping wet. He raised his hands to his throat as the oxygen escaped his body, feeling the deep gash that was releasing his blood. The ghouls started conversing.
"Which one you want?" the first asked the newcomer.
"I don't care. You killed 'em both so you choose" the other responded dispondantly.
"Well, you're the growing boy so you take the ghoul and the first Reaper."
"Damn, well fuck me if you ain't the best big sister" uttered the male ghoul sarcastically, as he casually walked over to Kenji and the dead ghoul. "Why you taking you're mask off you sicko? The guys not even dead yet."
"I like it when they watch me" the female ghoul giggled.
Haruto saw the shadow of something passing over his head. "Ken...Ke..ji" Haruto gasped.
Suddenly, from below him came a the same giggle. "Awww dude, I think these guys were close."
"Eyeless, eat the fucker and let's go" came the voice of the male.
"Hey buddy boy, look at me will you" said the female from his feet.
Haruto craned his neck, scared of what he might see, but thinking 'fuck it' to himself. What's did he have to be afraid of, he's already dead. When he finally focused on the face he was confused. She was chewing on a leg. His leg. When the fuck did she get her dirty hands on that? When she'd finished on his leg, licking the tips of her fingers with delight, she bent down and hovered over him. Eyeless? That's what the other one had called her, but that wasn't true at all. Now that her blindfold was off he could see the entirety of her murderous giddy face.
"You're very funny" she said. "Innocent man. Gonna have a family. Its really fucking funny."
The last thing Haruto would ever see would be a testimony to her names innacuracy. Staring at him excitedly was one grey eye, so remarkably human looking it was weird. The other eye was a pool of darkness... with a violent, blood red pupil that seemed to be trying to force its way out of its black prison. She snapped up the rest of him.
"Sicko..."
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Michael Keaton Must’ve REALLY Needed Money, Part 2.
Made the same year as the King of the Hill episode, Keaton plays an airplane pilot in Gary the Rat. I never heard of this show. Ever. I can see why. It aired for only one season on Spike TV. It has crappy Flash animation and an even worse script. This is, IMHO, truly, truly godawful.
Keaton had several years of shitty roles. Thank god in 2014 he did Birdman.
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Kelsey Grammer must have needed to pay the mortgage, too, since he’s the voice of the MC.
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Momma Irey!!
As a little tidbit, I do not have children, but I woud love to have them one day. I’ve been around kids of various ages as a babysitter and swim instructor. Some of these are things I would love to do with my children and others that are uniquely Irey. So long as a mom isn’t hurting her child (i.e. Neglect, abuse of any type.) I don’t think there’s a wrong way to be a mom.
The Headcannons
-Irey lowkey didn’t like being pregnant. She liked feeling her baby moving in her belly, but like, morning sickness and feeling out of touch with her body, that she could live without.
-When Irey went into labor, her parents were there at the beginning. Holding her hand, stroking her hair, etc. But when Irey had to push, she wanted to be alone.
-She loves dressing Asha in superhero onesies. And fandom onesies.
-Irey really loves breastfeeding. Once she gets past the initial weird feeling, she likes having to slow down for something good. Asha’s a snuggly baby.
-Irey carries Asha in a baby wrap around her tummy when she’s little bitty.
-Damian will come home to find Irey chattering with Asha. Irey talks to the baby about scientic problems she’s working on. Helps Irey work through the issues.
-Irey was the one who insisted Asha call them Mama and Baba instead of Mommy and Daddy. They both have Eastern heritages, which they’d both want to connect with.
-Irey’s the kind of mom to be very honest with Asha. If Asha asks a question, Irey will give her an honest answer. Usually, age-appropriate on some topics, but like. Irey's going to give her an answer.
-Asha likes helping her mama cook. Irey will hold her and let Asha stir the pot or add a spice here and there.
-Irey has a decent singing voice. Nothing like Lian’s, but it’s nice. She only sings to her baby. Nursery rhymes, showtunes. ‘Always’ by Andy Grammer is a favorite.
-Irey and Damian keep their marriage on the DL for a while. Most the older heroes know that they’re together, but not the younger ones. Most of them think Irey’s single mom. Damian’s happy to correct anyone who asks.
-Irey sometimes has flashbacks of the fight with Heretic. Asha picks up on her mama’s zoning out and sadness as a need for loving. Her baby loves cuddling her to make Irey smile.
-Irey calls Asha Lightning Bug, because that’s what Wally called her.
-Irey’s a Mama Bear and God Help anyone who thinks about touching her baby.
-Asha shows signs of Irey’s metabolism pretty early on. Irey jokes to Damian they don’t have to worry about her eating kinda crappy food on occasion.
-Irey loves family time. Wally and Damian try to get along for her sake, which is easy when Asha’s around.
-Damian reads Asha fairytales and Shakespeare. Irey reads her science textbooks.
-She still struggles with separation anxiety after everything happened during her pregnancy. She works with Dinah during therapy to be ok with it. Damian’s really good about helping her however he can.
-Asha’s terrified of thunderstorms for a long time. She always toddles to her parents’ room for safety. Damian tells her one night when Irey on patrol that the Lightning is her mama checking on her and the Thunder is Mama saying I love you. Asha’s not as scared after that.
-Irey’s the kind of mom to build her daughter up every way that she can. Asha grows up believing that she’s can do anything. Which she can.
-Irey’s come home before to find Asha hiding under her side of the covers. Asha missed Irey so much and wanted cuddles.
-Irey plays multiplayer games with Jai and Asha likes to sit with her mama. Jai thinks it’s hilarious when Irey gives Asha the headset and lets her babble to their teammates.
-While being a mom at 19 wasn’t really her plan, Irey wouldn’t trade her baby for anything in the world.
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Sora’s Camping Trip
Written by ThatYamiGuy
I attempted to fix any grammer errors so if some still remain my apologys
This Story Contain 18+ rated content be warned.
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Fresh air, green grass, and no one in site. this was the life for sora!The little diaper dork was off in a nearby park, camping out for the weekend and so far had stayed close to camp and thus been able to go in just his diapies. Daddy said he wasn't worried about wildlife coming around because of the smell of Sora’s diapers (which in his defence, had totally gotten better with a change to his diet!) Still today after hours of begging, Sora was allowed to wander off on his own, as long as he stayed on the path, and didn't stay out after dark. (he also had a tracking device in his sneakers, but daddy didn't tell him about that)Still, in a loose blue t-shirt that read “lil lion” on it, with a lion of course in the background, and a pair of loose blue short(Loose enough to fit over the diapers, but not so loose as they fall down!) .finishing off with his sock, his shoes and a backpack (and well, duh, a clean thick new diapie, he had a change in the back pack if super needed but was understood if he could, he should just waddle back to dada.) he was off to explore the trails.Taking out a magnifying glass he leaned down to look at bushes here and there, mentally pretending to be in a jungle on research mission and muttered to himself in a stuffy old english accent."yes yes my boy.. i say.. quite rare don't you know. it's the famed dingus berries of abby nor.. quite tasty and totally poisonous unless served with pepsi cola." he commented to his imaginary companions.he was a far ways into the path now, so deep he doubted daddy would hear him now if he shouted..and toyed with mayyybe going back closer to camp, a nervous feeling welling up in his tummy. But then he thought about what Sparky would say if he found out Sora had totally wussed out after bragging up the camping trip for a week? "Ha ha! so much for being a little explorer! you couldn't even leave daddies side! diaper baby diaper baby!" Sparky would say and call him, and then show off his pull ups again and guh! "No way! I'm gonna go deeper!" Sora said out loud, making a fist even as he wet his diaper a little bit, and then headed off.five miniutes later Sora could hear what he assumed was MEANT to be music, but it sounded more like cat's being tortured to him and he put his hands over his ears, moving towards the sound. In a small little circular clearing there were three men, well boys more like it. the oldest would have to be 20 at best and the youngest 18. they were in ripped blue jeans and not wearing any shirts to fight the heat coming off of the camp fire they had going, to roast hot dogs. Their shirts were in a small pile and each one of them was holding a liquor bottle. "Can you turn your crappy music down?" Sora yelled at them, and thankfully the lead one, with a dirty blond crew cut turned down the old boom box they had been using. "Who the fuck are you?" he snarled while glaring at Sora."I-I'm.." Sora's voice wavered then he took a deep breath and took a step forward, hands on his hips."I'm Sora and i know for a fact that drinking in this park is illegal, plus this isn't a designated camp fire zone!" he said matter of factly. "So you bozo's better take off or else I'm gonna tell on you!" "...Is he fucking for real?" asked the punk with a shaved head, the one with long black greasy hair just giggled. "Yeah, I think he is. " Crew cut said and got up.he strolled over so far Sora barely had time to take a step back, which mean as he went to grab at Sora's shirt, he got a hand full of shorts and tripped, yanking them down as Sora tripped down to the shorts. As he laid there, in the dirt, bad music playing softly in the background...no one said anything. for at least 5 seconds. "Is that a ..he's wearing a fucking diaper!""A WET ONE!""Ahahaha!"as the jeers and taunts came Sora huffed and turned red in the face, and tried to kick crew cut in the face but that just got his pants yanked off and then they were giving him a diaper wedgie, making Sora howl and yowl like one of those awful singers and hurting his boy parts till he was sobbing how sorry he was."Pleassse! I'll do anything! stop hurting me!" the poor big baby sobbed, hung by his diaper on a study tree branch, hands together pleading..and due to the pressure on his nether regions his pleas sounded like the came from alvin the chipmunk."anything huh?" crew cut asked, and chugged from his whiskey. "Alright then.. "with that he ripped at the tapes of the diaper, letting sora fall onto his hands and knees.the big baby whined from the pain but when he looked up, there was a throbbing cock looking back at him."you said anything." Crew cut chuckled."Y-Yes Sir.." Sora mewed softly, as the wet cock head pushed against his cheek and lips.Finally he opened his mouth and relaxed, and let the brute face fuck him even as the other two whistled."Holy hell, he must be a total fucking cum dump, no gagging!" Cue ball was gushing."heh, he probably came out here just to find some fun." Long hair said, having his throat fucked always put Sora in bottom bitch modeWhen cue ball got impatient he started to spit on his finger, he then positioned himself behind Sora. Sora himself started to meep and moan as the finger penetrated his ass, this in turn made his eyes role back. "yeahhh i don't think he needs any more prep work." cue ball snorted.Sora was pulled off of crew cut's cock while cue ball lined up, getting ready to enter (he didn't wanna risk a bite) and so as cue ball slide right into Sora’s back door the lil diaper baby screamed out "GOO GOO GAGA!" as he came hands free just from that, and making the punks laugh."goo goo gaga? fucking really?" Long hair teased but Sora's response cut short as crew cut went back to face fucking him, though now Sora’s hands massaged his thighs.And with every thrust in Sora was clenching and unclenching, trying to milk the dick being buried deep in his bowel and pushing his hips out to meet cue balls thrustsA low moan was building up in all three of them, as they kept up their fuck pyramid, and even with the punks moaning about how fucking gay it was cue ball and crew cut kissed as both of them shot their loads deep into Sora, Sora of course shot anther load himself. 'at.. at least it's over..' Sora though, cum drizzling out of his mouth and his asshole. "So, your wanna switch?" crew cut was asking. "Actually i was thinking Tray deserves a turn." cue ball was saying.'oh shit..'Three hours later Sora was stumbling in just a diaper and his socks, farting noisily and pausing every few step to belch or push out more cum into the seat of his diaper. Honestly, he wouldn't of minded the gang bang AS much, it'd been fun after they all got into it, if they hadn't of sprayed him with beer. not he was sticky and icky he also smelled gross and wanted daddy! Stumbling out of the woods and into the clearing, Sora spotted daddy who was coming out of the tent, geared up, apparently to go looking for him and ran over, going to pick him up then stopping and raising an eyebrow. "do..I wanna know?" he asked. "I hate camping. let's stay at home and play with toys." Sora mewed as he started to hug Riku.
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DuskGhost Progress Update: For March - Cancelled
--Please excuse any errors in spelling, grammer, or punctuation. This was typed on my old Galaxy 5S with crappy auto-correct & new, poorly calabrated, keyboard. An' no, Mom, I'm leaving the typos.--
~ April 1, 2020; 9: 10AM Though, I have added more to the game, but it's not enough to post. I'm in the mist on some major development. So, at the end of this month I will give a full update of what has been added an' changed in the course of 2 months. Putting out information in a March Update would be half-baked & incomplete. That isn't something I want.
Here's my estimated Progress Report Schedual for the rest of the year:
*There will likely be another skipped update in May, with a full report in June.
*Expect July & September to be skipped as well.
*There will absolutlly be updates for All Hallow's Eve in October, Thanks Giving in November, Christmas in December & New Years Day next January.
This Schedual isn't set in stone, it is likely to be tweeked here or there. Keep looking out for more coming soon!
Edit July 21, 2020: Fixed the format.
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Even in the darkest hours (Sweet pea x Reader x fangs) (OS)
Warning: Angst, Sexual Assault, Attempted rape, Trigger warning, poly-relationship (Not a real warning, only wanted to let you know), crappy grammar
Word count: ~1521
Summary: While waiting for your boyfriends at a Party, someone decides to overstep his lines and try to get his way with you...Will your boyfriends manage to save you before it’s too late?
Ever since you, Sweat Pea and Fangs became a thing, you were used to having one of them accompanying you at all time, which was one of the reasons why you felt so weird, being completely alone at this party. A friend of you had invited you and your two boyfriends, but both of them had to help Jughead and your other friends doing something, most likely low-key illegal or dangerous, which was the reason they didn't want you to come with them.
So, rather than sitting at home and worrying about them, you decided to accept your friend's invitation and went to the party alone.
Now, standing alone in one of the corners, the music way too loud for your liking and all the people rubbing onto each other, you regretted every decision you've made that day and wished you were sitting at home in your sweats instead of this way too tight dress, watching some quality movies.
You felt your phone vibrate in your boot (where you stored it when you went to party's) and fished it out to read a message in the group chat between you and your boys.
Sweat Pea: We're finished. Ur still at the party?
You smiled a little bit and sent them the address since you knew that they'd come over anyway.
Not wanting to spend another moment inside alone, you squeezed yourself out of the house onto the front porch where you sat down on a hanging bench.
There were some beer bottles on the lawn and you were sure you heard some giggling coming from the car in the driveway, but you just started to swing a little bit, watching into the direction from which you thought Sweat Pea and Fangs would arrive.
There was a creak and you heard the front door open, not bothering to turn around until a voice started you.
"Not in a party-mood?" the Boy asked, sitting down beside you, causing you to shift a Little bit away, Feeling slightly uncomfortable.
"Yes...uhm, no...I mean, I'm waiting for someone," you mumbled keeping your gaze away from him. He only hummed in Agreement and you could've sworn that he moved closer to you.
A shiver made it's way down your spine and you wanted nothing more than to disappear right then and there.
"I'm Theo by the way," he broke the silence and laid his arm around your shoulder, giving you a reason to jump up from the swing and take a few steps back. He stood up too, taking a step closer. "What's the matter Kitten? I won't bite, if you don't want me to," he said, taking another step.
"I-I'm already...already in a committed relationship," you stuttered backing away even more until your back collided with the porch-fence.
Theo chuckled dryly and came so Close to you, that you'd be able to Count his eyelashes. "Oh I know everything about you and your little Boy-toys," he said, bringing his Hand to your face, tracing the lines of your face, causing you to turn it away in disgust. "It's a shame that an angel like you spends her time and...her love...with such disgusting snails when she could be with me. I could Show you a really good time..." he mumbled the last part, bringing his lips to your neck, making you try to escape him, only for him to take a stronghold of your arms. "Nah, Nah, Nah (Y/N). We haven't even started yet."
"Please," you whimpered weakly, "I just want to go home. I won't tell anyone, just let me go."
His Hands left your arms and you thought he'd let you go, but for your dismay he brought them to your hips, pulling your Body against his.
"I said let go," you squealed, starting to Punch your flat Hands against his chest in an attempt to push him away. Big Mistake. Your Weak try to escape caused him to become angry and it seemed like he had the patients of a forty-year-only mother of five, because he took one of his Hands away from your hips and brought it up to your face, grabbing your chin harshly, forcing you to look at him.
"I'll let you go when I want to, but that won't happen until we had a Little fun..." his had moved downwards to your neck, chocking you enough to make you gasp for breath,"...so it would be better for both of us when you just let me Play with you."
Becoming Aware of the hopelessness of the Situation and the fact that there was no way for you to escape him, you started to sob and tears streamed down your face, but you stopped to defend your self, letting your head hang low.
"Please..." you mumbled weakly, not really expecting it to work at this Point. Theo started to kiss your neck again, his Hands moving under your Shirt, up your waist, but before he was able to get his Hand near your chest the roaring of an engine made him raise his head away from your neck. One of his hands was still on your waist under your Shirt, but the other found it's way back up to your neck, chocking you again. Too tired and traumatized to defend yourself anymore, you just closed your eyes, hoping it would be over soon.
"If that's not dumb and dumber," he exclaimed to someone behind you, but you were too exhausted to think about what or who he could mean. "One step closer and your Little puppet will find out just how hard it can be to breath when they meet me." Black dots started to Dance in front of your eyes because of the lack of Oxygen and you weren't able to understand what was Happening, only Hearing the familiar Sound of two voices you loved.
"Sweets...Fangs," you mumbled, so quiet that you were sure no one would be able to hear you and you tried to turn your head so you could see them at least one more time, but Theo's grip on your neck tightened. It seemed like Sweet pea and fangs weren't alone, because you heard more voices, but weren't able to recognize them anymore.
Something seemed to Anger Theo even further, because he screamed something and then shoved you to the side, making you fall to the Floor barely conscious. You felt someone raise your head onto something soft and heard someone shout your Name out loud, but before you could answer or even Show that you heard them, everything went black.
You were awakened by Voices talking beside you but weren't able to open your eyes. They were just way to heavy and your throat felt unbelievable dry. It seemed like your brain finally booted up because you finally managed to understand what the People around you were saying.
"When did the doctors say she would wake up?" a female voice that you slightly recognized asked.
"They aren't sure. Her brain was without Oxygen pretty Long so they can't tell if her brain took any damage..." a male voice, that made you want to open your eyes so badly, sighed. Dedication spread inside you and you tried your hardest to open your eyes, but couldn't even open them a Little bit, causing you to clench your fist in Frustration, only to realize that there was another Hand inside yours. Someone gasped beside you and another extremely familiar voice exclaimed: "She moved. I think she's awake!" Your other Hand was grabbed by someone else and you clenched it too, to make them realize you could hear them.
"(Y/N)?" you heard the female voice from before ask and you tried to answer but only managed a pained groan.
"It's okay, Baby, we're here," one of the male voices said and you finally realized that it was Sweet's, meaning that Fangs was the other one, making the female voice most likely Toni's.
You heard how a door was opened and other voices joined the conversation.
With all your will-power you fought against the tiredness and finally managed to open your Eyes enough to see Sweet's and Fangs on either side of your bed, Toni behind Sweet's and Jughead, Betty, Veronica, Archie and Cheryl behind Fangs.
"What happened?" you tried to say, but it came out as a painful, barely hearable rasp.
"You don't remember?" Fangs asked almost relieved.
"No...I was at the Party, waiting for you and then..." that was when the Memories flooded your mind, tears welled up in your Eyes and you raised your Hands to your neck in shock.
"Shhhh. You're fine, Everything's okay. He's not gonna hurt you anymore," Sweet's whispered and embraced you with his strong arms.
"He...he tried to...he almost-" you chocked out, but Fangs interrupted you and joined the hug.
"But he didn't and he'll Never get the Chance to do so to anyone again. He's in custody."
A sigh of you relief left your tired throat and you closet your Eyes again, falling asleep in the arms of your two Knights in shining armour that would always be there to protect you. Even in the darkest hours.
A/N: I’m sorry I didn’t publish anything in the last week. I was on a School trip. As a ‘Sorry’ I decided to finish something I started writing a few months ago and publish that since I could publish that sooner than to write something completely new. Also sorry for the Grammer, I wrote it on my Laptop with the wrong language in Auto-corrector and no idea how to Change it.
#Riverdale#x reader#oneshot#Oneshots#Sweet pea x reader#Fangs x reader#sweet pea x Reader x fangs#poly#polymore#x you#x y/n#riverdale oneshot#angst#bad grammar#lgbtq+#Enjoy
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