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antiloreolympus · 3 years

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13 Anti LO Asks

1. ok but thats seriously what bugs me so much about LO, it never actually lets serious moments be serious, it's always lampooned by rachel's insistent need to force in her juvenile "humor" and never actually depicting how pressing things are. even the following moments from persephone's r//pe was undercut by hades making stupid puns! i understand if rachel cant write something more serious than "[x] is bad" but if thats so, then dont try it? because thats how you end up with this pretentious mess.

2. since when did lo hades have earrings??? i legit do not remember this ever being a thing??? is he trying to be hip with the kids 😭my man you still look like a crusty old man the earrings arent helping 😭

3. lo hermes looks and acts like flaky from happy tree friends and no thats not a compliment (TW for gore, blood, and violence if any of you google it)

4. Even though the earlier art style was better there are still some cursed panels from the earlier pages that still haunt me. Especially the way Persephone was drawn differently in so many of the panels.

5. lo hades has such "how do you do fellow kids" energy and im not sure why

6. im also confused on the fertility goddess stuff because how stupid is persephone if she didnt notice? she can create life and nature without even thinking and shes implied to be a genius in biology, so how would she not even notice this? if RS really wants to go with this plot, then why have her professor bring it up in class? why not show persephone going to her uni's library to research the topic and pouring over it? that's an easy way to show persephone's intelligence, yet LO doesnt even try.

7. What I wanna know in LO was how Demeter and Hestia were compensated after the war. The three brothers got to be kings and Hera is queen, but what we know of Demeter is that she had a millionaire dollar business that’s probably made it on its own (unless she was helped out) and then Hestia all we really know about her is that she runs that TOGEM and idk if there’s only 4 of them, Hestia really had a group by herself for a bit since Athena is Zeus’ (assumed) daughter, Artemis (Zeus’ assumed daughter) and persphone (newest member) which seems shitty since they won a war together

8. I think what happened with LO’s art style was RS got “lazy” (I’m lacking the right word). I feel like without the colors all of the men in LO have the same body type, and Hermès and Apollo may even have the same face if they smile the same. So to compensate for that lack of body diversity, RS doubled down on Hades’ features to make him stand out more to really show he’s the male lead. However, even in her own words he looks like Persphones’ “dusty ass dad”

The women use to be a little different but they’re all starting to blend with body types. Her was small, but now she’s short and busty like Persphone. RS makes Persphone look short and busty all the time but almost childlike. Minthe was skinny but her last moments she was busy. Aphrodite I feel was just busty but then tried to make her look small also with Ares and Hades beside her. Hestia stayed the same but is still small and busty. Athena was tall and thin (?) but now she’s tall but busty (and her relationship with Hestia looks like it mirrors HXP). Idk I just feel like the longer screen time the female characters get the more they start mirroring Persphone’s look. Like even Artemis was getting empathized on being small next to her brother Apollo. Like all the girls gotta look small but curvy as the story goes on.

9. Demeter: watched her friend get ripped in half. Watched her friend get continually cheated on, paying the price for not hiding a mistress , watched metis get eaten, her back clawed, fought in a war. Later made a daughter who’s a fertility goddess (probably an accident) and now has to raise her. That same daughter then went on a rampage and isn’t really remorseful

Fans: Demeter is such an overbearing mother who gets in the way of our ship.

10. on regards to ace characters, asexuality is a spectrum like everything else, so a lot of asexuals actually do enjoy and have sex, so the maidens doing so isnt inherently a problem, its the fact rachel is clearly viewing it through a strict binary where she assumes asexuality is something that can be "fixed" over time/when the right person comes along. its also a bad modern reading of it, as "virginity" in an ancient sense meant via marriage, not via sex, but I doubt rachel cares to factcheck it.

11. Imagine an elf is given a job to do at a human institution. The humans think elves don’t need bathroom breaks, since they know they can hold it for days, but this elf has been traveling to reach their job, and has already been holding it to the point they are in pain. They ask for a break, but their job is important and time sensitive, so they admit they can still hold it when asked. After a full day of work, the elf tries to reach the bathroom in time, but they were never told where it is.

From OP: I think this might be a nymph allegory? Anon never specified so I'll put this here anyway.

12. ya know if hades has to lie to make apollo seem worse (who does not need much in this comic) its like??? why is he persephone's lawyer then?? lawyers are literally told not to lie, this is basic law 101. thats why they dont want their clients to mention to them if they actually did the crimes because then the lawyers have to say it in court. if hades lies so casually just to keep persephone away from justified punishment, then thats bad actually! both in being a decent person and as a lawyer!

From OP: Hades didn’t lie but he was definitely out of line. RS liked a tweet saying that the wife thing was “subconscious” so it probably was. (Still doesn’t make it right but I doubt he’d say those things on the stand.)

13. I know Minthe was written in a way she was suppose to be unlikesable, she’s rude, she yells and she doesn’t hesistate. HOWEVER RS wrote her character badly. Minthe is so unliked? How was she able to be a bad gf to hades and Thanatos? Like yes it’s an affair but how was she able to pull 2 gods?! We don’t hear Hades or Thanatos say what they like about her BUT they both still had a fling with her. (Honestly I feel it’s cause RS can’t bare writing one nice thing about the female anatangoist without trying to make Persphone look good)

The other thing bothering me was everyone knew about her relationship with Hades after she put it on fatesbook, but everyone talked about the kiss in such a positive light IN FRONT OF HER. Aren’t they suppose to be scared of her? Why did the girls in the yoga class/dress shop had so much to say about that kiss? Because they knew persphone? Did they know every other detail too? What was their actual beef with Minthe?

I feel like realistically some more characters would have sympathy for Minthe if they didn’t know her that well because of Hera. Everyone knows Hera is a pill to deal with and she’s the goddess of marriage who hasn’t really tried bringing Minthe and Hades to the alter. That right there should let everyone know that Hera probably doesn’t help the situation.

Idk, I feel like RS could have gone deeper and made the character not such HXP shippers cause most people wouldn’t cheer for cheating nor an old ass guy getting with a 19 year old. (Idk how fast the news of the slap spread, but I doubt it made it to every place in their fictional world)

#anti lo #anti lore olympus #lore olympus critical #lo critical

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just-my-fandom · 5 years

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Branch Out (Billy Hargrove x Shy! Henderson! Reader)

This was asked but I accidentally deleted it oops, and I already wrote this but it didn’t save smh; Reader is a nerd and shy, completely different than her younger brother Dustin, and Billy gets to know her and branch her out from her bubble

Takes place in Season 2 so no spoilers :)

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“Who are you staring at?”

Billy jerks his head to the side, eyes catching Maxine leaning against the passenger side of the Camaro,

“No one,” Billy grunts, eyes slowly looking back to the girl standing with two girls, silently smiling as the other two laughed at a joke one made,

Max follows his gaze, gasping and patting her hands on the roof of her stepbrothers car, “You like her,”

“Whatever asshat,” Billy turns, opening his car door, “Get in the car,”

“You need to go ask her if she needs a ride home,” Max leans into the window, Billy glaring at his younger stepsister,

“And sound like a stalker? Yeah, no thanks, now get your ass in the car before I leave you,”

Max flicks her eyebrows, climbing into the back seat and keeping her brows raised when Billy looks at her in confusion,

He sighs audibly, pulling up next to where you had waved to your friends, turning and jumping at his car suddenly appearing,

“Need a ride home sweetheart?” Billy leans down to look at you out the window, noticing you bite your lip out of fear, “Don’t worry, I’m not here to kidnap you,”

Your eyes look around the schools parking lot, noticing how all students have left to go home,

“I really should be waiting for my little brother,” You remind yourself, but remember Dustin had brought his bike while you took the bus, and, sighing, you step off the curve, climbing into the front seat,

You place your bag in your lap, fingers fiddling with the zipper on the side,

“Which way?” Billys voice has you jumping, looking up and to the side,

“Um, left,”

Billy nods, pulling to said direction and speeding off from the hell hole you could all call school,

“Hi!” You gasp, turning to look at Max moving between the two front seats, “I’m Max,”

“Nice to meet you,” You smile forcefully, not noticing Billys glare to Max in the mirror,

“I know you,” Max gasps, “You’re Dustin’s older sister, you don’t look or act like him at all,”

“You know Dustin?” Your shoulders visibly relax,

“Of course I do, he stalked me when I first came to Hawkins,” Max shivers, and your lips slightly tip up,

You look forward, “First house on the right,”

When the Camaro comes to a complete stop, you have to stop yourself from getting out too quickly,

“Hey,” Billy calls, your body halting to turn back to the window, “Can I have your number?”

Your eyes close, before you nod, pulling out a notecard from your bag, “U-um, sure,”

You hand him the card, sending a sharp wave before turning, disappearing into your house,

“You owe me,” Max climbs into the front seat, crossing her arms,

“Yeah, whatever shithead,” Billy pulls the car back, “I’ll thank you when the first date goes well,”

“How do you know she’ll say yes to a date?” Max presses, Billy pulling his head to the red haired girl next to him,

“Because no one says no to Billy Hargrove,”

. . .

“Please call me if you need a ride home, it’s supposed to rain and I dont want you ruining your new shoes!”

You look up at Claudia’s panicked voice, carefully placing your purse over your shoulder and smiling at your mother,

“Yes mom,” You allow her to kiss your cheek, hands at your shoulders,

“Aw my baby is finally going on her first date! I never thought you’d get a boyfriend,” Claudia shakes her head, your smile dropping,

“Thanks mom,” You sigh, and wave to Dustin quickly before prying from Claudia’s grip, exiting the house to avoid her ‘proud of my first baby’ tears

. . .

“Didn’t think you’d actually show up,”

You look up from the water you were sipping, Billy sliding his hands from his pockets and sitting across from you at the small table of the cafe,

“Why?” You ask confusingly, Billy chuckling and scanning the outfit you had worn- a baggy tan sweater with black jeans and white flats- cute

“You don’t seem to be a people person,”

“I’m not,” You sigh, gesturing to the second cup of water, “But I gotta make friends sometime before I graduate in a couple months,”

“You had friends,” Billy raises an eyebrow, reminding you of the two girls from yesterday at school,

“Yes well,” You shrug, “They’re family friends. My mom is a huge people person, my brother too,”

“I lived in California,” Billy states, “But my father remarried,”

“My mom never wanted to get remarried after my dad left, so now it’s just me, my mom and Dustin,” You press your lips together,

“Guess we some things in common,” Billy leans forward, teeth dragging his bottom lip,

“There wouldn’t be a way you could drive me home, would there?” You glance at the dark clouds outside the window next to you, Billy following your gaze,

“Of course,” He stands up, watching you hesitate on taking his hand so he could help you stand,

You kind of wished the car ride was longer than it had been. It had begun pouring the second you left the parking lot, and now you sat in your driveway, debating on risking getting your white shoes muddy,

“I’ll see you at school?” Billys voice has you looking away from your lap, gazing over at him and slightly smiling,

“Yeah, sure,” You breathe, freezing when Billys hand comes to your jaw, slightly moving across the middle console,

“Is this okay?” He asks lowly, watching your eyes search his before nodding slowly, eyes shutting when he leans forward completely, drawing his lips over yours,

Hand sliding to the side of your face, Billy moves you closer against him, your mouth deepening against his,

You pull away for air, staring at the teenager in surprise of what you had done,

You move up, hand coming to his hair so his lips met yours again, his teeth pulling at your lip threateningly as you hum,

His mouth leaves yours to latch at your neck, your mind becoming terrifyingly fuzzy as you exhale, head falling back,

“Y/N?!” The shout from your mother is heard over the rain, forcing yourself off of Billy to look over in a haze, Claudia standing at the doorway of your home, “Is that you?”

You slightly open the door, shouting out a cracked, “Yeah, mom!” Before grabbing your purse and looking at Billy, “I gotta go,”

You slam the door shut and move across the yard, pulling off your white flats along the way, glancing back twice before following Claudia into the house and out of the rain,

Billy taps his hands on the steering wheel, licking his lips as he backs out, slamming on the gas down the road,

“How was it?” Claudia asks excitedly, your face flushed before you laugh quietly,

“It was good,” You set your shoes and purse down, “We went to the cafe in town, and he drove me home since it rained,”

“He as in Billy Hargrove,” Dustin crosses his arms, eyes on you,

“Yeah?” You raise an eyebrow,

“That’s the guy that attacked Lucas!” Dustin shouts, causing you to jump and Claudia to scold him,

“Dusty!”

“Mom, I’m sorry, but please tell your daughter not to see that guy ever again. He’s bad news,” Dustin demands, Claudia shaking her head and rolling her eyes,

“It seems the date went well?” Claudia links her arms through yours, pulling you into the kitchen for hot chocolate,

Dustin shakes his head, subconsciously glaring out to the driveway where Billys car once was

#billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove #billy hargrove imagine #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #dustin henderson #dustin henderson x reader #dustin henderson imagine

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sagittariusboyfriend · 5 years

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What have been some creepy encounters you've experienced? Story please?

ive waited quite some time to respond to this message, like literally a long ass time lol, probably more than a year, sorry. i feel like i have several encounters to tell you about, but what im going to relay to whomever might be reading this right now is a thing that went on over the course of an entire year.

quick backstory: during the better part of 2017 i lived with my then boyfriend (who now is just my best friend since we broke up in october this year) in the old parts of the city center. all buildings in that area are from around 1870, and the building where we lived is one of the first ones to have been erected. his aparment was on ground level and it has all the features of turn of the century housing with the fireplace, original floors, weird nooks and crannies etc, and looks as if it was meant to be lived in by service people/kitchen personnel. it also had its original door (i suppose) with the kind of springy locking mechanism where you have to turn the key and pull down the handle real hard simultaneously to open from the outside, the knob is very tough to turn from the inside, and it locks itself instantly once you close it (so if you forget your keys youre basically screwed). it makes a loud brassy springy clicking noise when the lock shuts or opens. takes a lot of effort to open this old door and its loud, is what im saying. the entire apartment is all original details, the flooring in the corridor has its original wood planks, original ventilation, weird but beautiful glass panels on the door etc.

the key and the door unlocking from inside

first off, when he moved in, the landlord was missing a key in the set of four. my then boyfriend, lets call him C, didnt really think about it. he moved in, gave his dad one of the extra keys. the first weird thing that happened was when C got back from work in the afternoon maybe two weeks after moving in. in the middle of the corridor, on the floor, he sees the missing key. like smack dab in the middle of the narrow corridor leading from hallway to the bathroom, next to his boots. its too far in to have been thrown in by someone through the letter slot in the door, and could not have been dropped there by neither him nor his father since they had all of their keys. so he’s like, weird, but doesnt really think about it. he also told me that around that time he heard coughing from the corridor when inside his bedroom (it opens up to the right from the corridor once you step inside the apartment), but also waved it off since it might as well have been neighbours just outside in the hall.

next weird thing that happens is after we had started dating and i pretty much lived there with him, and this time i experienced it. i started work around noon whereas C left around 6 in the morning. so im in bed and its maybe 10 o’clock, and i wake up to that loud, springy clicking noise of the locking mechanism in the door. and im like, what is he doing home at this time? so i get up, but no one is there. the door is also juuust a little bit askew, as if someone was going outside but then decided not to, like its just shoved open enough for the lock to click open, but the door isnt opened, its still within the width of the doorframe if you get what i mean. so i look outside and the hall is empty. i should have been able to hear steps in the very echo-y stairwell (which is also old and the acoustics are fantastic because we hear everytime a neighbour passes by, and subsequently opens the building entrance door which is also a loud, heavy door), but heard neither steps, up or down the stairs in the hall, nor anyone opening the heavy entrance door, or any evidence of human activity. all is quiet. i get a bit freaked out, because that means that unless someone else had a key, our door was unlocked from inside.

i tell C when he gets back, and after this is where shit starts to ACTUALLY go down.

im going to try to remember all of this in the correct order, but i know it started in january 2017, and went on until he moved out in december.

the song in the hallway

C talks a lot in his sleep. sometimes he even sings, he speaks in english (we’re swedish) and he has been known to get up and take a shower at one in the morning while still asleep thinking hes late for work. for those who are on heavy sleeping medication, u get it. its not weird, mostly its funny, and its just because of the medication. these things go on literally every night and it was a bit hard to fall asleep to loud talking and incoherent words sometimes because he used to go to bed three-four hours earlier than me, but i managed just fine. one night we were in bed, it wasnt that late but C was asleep, i was on my phone next to him. i hear this weird melody being hummed, thinking its coming from C i take out my earplugs and check, but its coming from the fucking hallway. again, no one outside in the stairs, just someone or something humming a melody in the hallway. i remember my hair standing up all over my body and i was glad i slept closest to the wall, C shielding me from being viewed directly from the hallway. somehow i manage to fall asleep. and this part is going to sound weird and like its made up, im very aware, but having been through this crap i dont really care because i know it happened: the morning after C was off from work, and i for once woke up before he did. if i wake him up and his medication hasnt ‘wore off’ yet i guess (dont really know how that works) he’ll be disoriented and it takes a few minutes for his brain to register that hes awake and he can speak coherently. i did not poke him, i did not try to wake him up, but all of a sudden i hear him humming that same melody, very much deep asleep. that freaked me out.

the mimicking begins

another night around that time, i was up at around 2-3 am to go to the bathroom. i wiggle out of bed, out into the corridor, at the end of the corridor is the bathroom. when im done, i scurry back into the bedroom, information of value here i guess is i always sleep with my socks on so im wearing socks, aka i dont make a lot of noise when i get up. when im back in bed, looking at my phone, i hear footsteps - from the corridor. the freakiest thing is its like they are imitating the way i walked back from the bathroom, i can so CLEARLY hear sockless, BARE feet on the creaky floor of the hallway, literally stepping at the same pace i did. that was my first thought; someone is imitating my footsteps. i can hear them from behind the wall in the hallway, coming to a stop at the opening into the bedroom. like someone is standing there, watching. i get so scared i hide under the covers and press myself close to C and cant stop feeling icy shivers down my spine. i also cant stop thinking that someone or something waited for me in the kitchen, then walked behind me, mimicking me, and is now standing at the beedroom threshold, watching me. somehow i fall asleep, or i dont, i cant remember.at this point, im thinking somethings up with that hallway.

the poorly covered hole

this part isnt anything scary/supernatural really, just uncomfortable and kinda sets the tone for living in this apartment at the time: in the bedroom, C had placed a clothing rack next to the old 1900s floor-to-ceiling ventilation pipe that is plastered into the wall in the corner. literally just a wide ass pipe in the corner of the room that isnt in use anymore. behind the rack, leaning against the pipe, he had put a rarely used pink neon tube light and i decided it would look cool to try it out, but it was dusty in that little nook thing where it was so i had to clean it up a bit. while moving the clothing rack to vacuum, i realize there is a hole at least as big as my hand in the side of the pipe. i was like ??the frick is this? and i poke into it and there is just this thin paper membrane covering it. you could almost fit an entire head through there, and i can literally feel wafts of cold wind moving through it. there probably used to be an attached pipe of some sort to allow smoke from the kitchen to go up into the ventilation like a hundred years ago, but the thought that this at least 1 meter wide pipe, wide enough to fit a person, goes up through probably all apartments above us, up through the attic, ending as an open chimney in the roof, has this big hole in it is just… unsettling to me. obviously the pipe is not in use anymore, but that kind of only made it scarier. ive seen enough scary movies for that to make me feel a bit paranoid lol. i was almost expecting a hand to push through that paper when i touched it. but i covered it back up with the clothing rack and nothing really happened with that.

the mirror incident

one night, me and C were getting ready to go out. im getting ready in the hallway, because thats where the big wall-sized full figure mirrors are (of course). C comes out of the bathroom, runs past me infront of me, veering off to the left into the bedroom, wearing only underwear. i look after him in the mirror, i can see him in the bedroom, in front of his clothing rack. im fixing my hair at the time, both hands on my head. to my direct left is the front door and the space with our shoes and jackets. right in front of the door, for a split moment while im turning back to keep looking at myself in the mirror, i see what looks exactly like C but paler, wearing only underwear, standing in the same position as me, turned away from me as if the thing is also looking in a mirror. heads on its head like its fixing its hair, just like me. imitating me. i get shivers just typing this down. i tell C what i just saw, i literally went: ”uh C? i just saw a man infront of the door”, dumbfounded, and we both got a bit freaked out, and got out of there pretty quickly.

learning about demons

a few weeks later, C invites his friend to comes to visit. im not there at that time so i never met her, but she apparently had a knack for sensing ghosts and picking up on energies etc. he told me that when he got up to get them more wine from the kitchen and left her alone in the couch in the bedroom, she said she really felt very uncomfortable sitting with her back to the hallway corridor. she also told him that ghosts and spirits are usually not malevolent and you can get by fine living in a ‘haunted’ house. but when he told her what we had experienced so far, she told him that ghosts usually dont behave that way, and that a rule is that if something is imitating or mimicking you, its probably not a ghost, but might be signs of fucking DEMONIC ACTIVITY. apparently demons like to mock and impersonate people. friendly caspers dont do that. fun.

realizing the triangle/cursed ground

so, yeah. weird things kept happening. but we had jobs, sometimes you just gotta ignore that shit and try not to live your life terrified of demons. which we still were for the record; i dont think we ever left each other alone in that apartment for any longer than necessary after that, i remember C actually staying at his dads during the time i went away to see my family.

anyway, when we had started dating C had introduced this podcast to me. its a swedish one where a guy called jack reads creepypastas, analyzes spooky stuff, old folklore, all that stuff, and also reads original content and real stories written by listeners. its really good and really creepy. so that podcast had been going for maybe two years by then so i had a LOT to catch up with, wich wasnt a bad thing at all. i remember by this time is was summer and i was out on the street smoking a cigarette after doing dishes, and the episode i was listening to was about the last of the execution spots/gallow hills (?? i guess is the correct term? not sure) in sweden. remember, we lived in the old part of the city center, in the northern part of the city. very old buildings, very old everything. so jack commences to talk about the famous last gallow hill in [our city] and where it was located, when the final execution took place and for what, how many people had been killed there and its entire bloody history. i almost drop my cigarette, because he says it was located on zenithgatan (”zenith street”), and where the gallows used to be there is now a kindergarten. so im on our street, just outside our kitchen windows, looking right at that specific kindergarten. just across the main road. i will provide a screenshot of a map and a street view of what i was looking at to let you know i am not making this up:

so the street we lived on is called döbelnsgatan (”döbeln street”, döbeln is apparently a city in germany, i just googled that), at the very end of the street, our citys main old cemetary is juuust beyond our line of sight to the right from the kitchen windows and where i was standing. however, across from us: zenithgatan, with all of its bloody history. i couldnt help but to wonder how far the blood could had flown from there and where the bodies had been thrown, if this entire part of town is built on bloody ground etc. it really gave me massive creeps.

a few years later (which would be a few months ago, when i moved in to the room where i live presently) i happened to land a conversation about ghosts with my new flatmate. turns out she also used to live in those neighbourhoods, in an apartment on the third floor literally overlooking the cemetary, but on celciusgatan, which would be the next street over from döbelnsgatan (see map). and she told me, without me having said anything at all about all of this, that that part of town including her apartment has always been haunted. she used to see a shadow of a man through frosted glass doors, moving around in rooms that were closed when both she and her son and her sister were in the kitchen. she didnt experience any malice however, and also had someone come check it out for her, but apparently she just had nice ghosts. but we agreed that yeah, these buildings are literallty inbetween a cemetary and the gallows; there are probably bound to be a lot of lost souls wandering around.

this could also be over-analyzing it, but if you draw lines from the cemetary to the site of the executions to döbelnsgatan/celciusgatan, it makes a perfect triangle. while googling the translation of ‘döbeln’ just now it says right in the wikipedia description that it is located ‘somewhat in the middle of a triangle, made up by three cities’. coincidence, perhaps. probably. but still. by now im pretty conviced of anything that could hold any significance about all of this.

the painting

later on, maybe by a few months, and C tells me when i get home from work that he had woken up that day, after i went to work, from the painting atop of his big secretaire/chiffonier/bookcase (its really a big piece of heavy furtinure, but lets call it bookcase just to be simple) coming crashing down behind it. that painting had stood there since january, at least 9-10 months, and had not fallen down ONCE. it was leaning against the wall, perched safely and steady on the bookcase, with at least a centimeter bookcase until the gap between wall and furniture. i remember thinking last time i looked it was covered in dust because no one even as much as dusted that thing off, and there had been no weird vibrations in the walls that would have shook it either. by this point we’re both very, very uncomfortable in this apartment.

the painting and the hollow in the wall

and here comes the final thing that happened before he moved out, the part that we have on film. ill have to ask my ex for the footage if anyones interested in it, which is fine.

C was doing a collaboration with some people on instagram, an educational account about depression, self-harm, anxiety and such. they gave him the assignment to film himself talking about personal experiences, i think they wanted maybe 13 videos or something like that, the theme being ‘death’ (those videos are still up, im unsure if they posted this one as it kind of strayed from the mental health stuff a bit, but i know C has it still). so at this time - maybe september or october? i really dont know exactly when this was, i could probably scroll on their instagram account but im too lazy - he was filming himself a lot. so, he brought up the painting crashing, and filmed us both while demonstrating how it physically could not have moved and crashed down behind the bookcase because of the way it stood on top of it. it would have been one thing if it fell forward, but then it would have landed on its front and fallen in front of the bookcase, probably shattered the glass. but it fell BEHIND it. on camera, you can see my hands pushing on it to demonstrate the way it went down into that snug space inbetween. you would have had to physically push on it, at least a centimeter back, from the front. so for some reason, i get the very random idea to knock on the wall behind it. which means, i stand in the corridor and knock on the corridor wall that divides the bedroom from the hallway. and i swear to god, this is ON FILM. i knock all over the wall and its all concrete - except for THE SPOT EXACTLY BEHIND THE FUCKING PAINTING. the wall is hollow. right behind the painting. where it stood leaned against on the other side. i cant explain why i all of a sudden tried knocking all over the wall, or why the actual fuck there is a hollow square in the middle of the corridor wall, but that really fucked us up. there were just too many weird coincidences, you know.

like, all of this happened, or seemed to be centered around, the corridor. as if our hallway was some nexus for supernatural activity. and with that hollow thing, it was like it was starting to make its way into the bedroom, you know? unsettling.

thankfully, C moved out of there in december and we didnt have to stay there anymore, but i sometimes pass by and think about asking the current tenant or the neighbours if they experienced anything strange. its just so eerie. the mimicking parts were the scariest to me, and i get chills thinking about them and reading it even now.

so, thats my long, long overdue creepy encounter. i am VERY aware i sound insane but, hey. what can i do. i am not one for lying and i know that so thats all that matters tbh. i have other encounters as well, but living in that apartment takes the fucking cake.

#creepy #creepypasta #creepypodden #haunting #jesus what do i even tag this with #horror story #also sorry im too tired to double check my english so there are probably some errors in there

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Paranormal Journeys (Pt8) Tortured

Update time! When we last heard of the trashpire she was in a bit of a sticky situation a new face arrived on the scene and somehow she lost a finger. Pennywise is not happy about any of this. Especially because he had to get help from his nemesis. At this point you should just get a pet tracker for your girl Pen she seems to get herself into trouble way too often.

Oh right and some music to go along with this chapter:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pHQUfgq1seM

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Ch 15 Tortured

“Well, well, well if it isn't my favorite bitch! You know I was going to send you some Frontline for christmas since the last time I walked by your house I got covered in fleas.” Leech grinned through the ichor leaking from her face as the alpha werewolf Danielle walked into the barn and backhanded her already bruised face.

“Still making dog jokes even though you're the one on a leash? Leech I knew you were obnoxious but this is just pathetic.”

“H-harder mommy.” Leech whimpered through the sting of the she-wolfs hand.

“ugh and still disgusting.”

“At least when it rains I don't smell like wet dog!” The vampire called out as her rival turned away to Zander who had grabbed her arm as she passed.

“Wait you know her?”

“Unfortunately. I also know that the creature she's dating is the creature you've been looking for Zander”

“You fucked Humperdink?!” Leech shouted from behind them. The she-wolf turned to her in confusion.

“What?”

“She's been referencing Princess Bride for hours now.” Chris sighed.

“It's a classic! I’ve been trying to get Penny to watch it with me forever now. He liked Labyrinth though so not all hope is lost.”

“Yeah back to *ahem* Penny. The clown that was in the house thats what killed your sister and whats more disgusting she's dating it.” Danielle pointed at Leech who was raising her eyebrows suggestively.

“She's what now?”

“Ok listen its more than just dating, we’re a mated imprinted pair! Like- uh shit how did he describe it…ducklings? Violent sexual ducklings!” Leech called out to them in annoyance. The group grimaced and turned back to ignore her.

“Well, thats a mental image I never needed.” Rick said while rubbing his temples. Danielle regained her composure after cringing at the thought of what the clown and his vampire got up to when they were alone.

“Look I'm not going to explain it but you can help me stop it, using her as bait.” she said to the group while Leech yelled in shock.

“Oh my god you absolute bitch!!” the nosferatu spat and struggled in her restraints.

“She's just as evil as the creature its self so don't feel bad about anything I'm about to suggest but were going to have to torture her a bit for information.”

Chris and Zander both nodded, Rick hesitated but agreed when he saw the others eagerness to work together on this one.

“I am so not evil…..wait no yeah, yeah I am.” Leech snarked at them once again. Whatever it was these humans thought they could do to her she's had worse.

“Get something sharp and silver. Vampires cant tolerate it.” the werewolf grinned. Leech's smile faded as she heard a mirror shatter.

“Ah fuck.”

The werewolf cautiously approached leech brandishing the silver mirror shard in one hand holy water in the other. “Tell us how to get to the clown.”

“You'll have to kill me.” the nosferatu spat.

“Splash her.”

Holy water sliced into Leech’s abused skin fizzing and bubbling like acid. The vampire cursed and whimpered. Then she laughed.

“M-more” she panted and was struck with the water again.

“Let's try once more how do I find the clown?”

“Have you checked the circus?”

“You're not funny”

“And you snack on milk bones.”

“Hand me the crucifix.” the alpha said to Chris as Leech hollered out to the group.

“Don't believe me? Check her purse! I’ve totally seen some in there!”

The she-wolf pulled out a large cross from a sheet. The nosferatu smiled.

“Oh! We’re gonna get rough I see. Well, we all know I like it rough!” Leech’s sneer turned into a wail of pain as she was brought to the floor. The cross pushing her down via searing internal agony until the thing started to catch fire in Danielle’s hands.

“Th-that it?” the vampire panted and rolled onto her back.

“If you wont tell us how to find him well make him come to us” Danielle sighed putting the cross away. Her prey was as stubborn as she was annoying time for a different tactic.

“He's going to wipe you from existence when he finds out you betrayed him.” Leech snarled keeping her voice low so the humans couldn't hear her. “Why are you risking this?”

“For power. I kill you and put your clown back to sleep, then for 27 long years the town is ours to do with as we please.”

“Always knew you needed to be put down.” Leech muttered.

The blonde bared her teeth and plucked a pair of old rusted sheep sheers off the wall. She turned to Chris who had been wearily watching her since she had entered the barn. “Here make yourself useful.” she called to him holding out the clippers. The ghost hunter took the sheers and looked at the blonde woman and then over to the chained monster on the dusty barn floor.

“You know I don't have any hair right?” the vampire called out from the background.

The she-wolf rolled her eyes and turned to Zander. “Z this thing on the floor? She can lead the creature to us, the thing that killed your sister we have to use her to make sure justice is done.”

“IT would come for her?” the lead ghost hunter asked.

“Oh baby you have no idea!” Leech flashed the room a devilish smile still trying to taunt her captors.

“Ew.” Chris grimaced

“Yeah ok someone help me grab her at least we can shut her up” Zander pulled on Rick’s arm who moved to restrain the nosferatu. Leech raised her eyebrows in amusement as she was thrown to the floor and held down.

“Uh Z? What am I cutting off?” Chris asked

“Well, she doesn't have any hair…. maybe a piece of her shirt?”

Chris and Danielle both shot Zander a questioning look, then gave the same to the vampire when she started laughing from her spot on the floor.

“HA pussies! Like Pennywise would risk everything for a piece of fabric! You gotta cut off something I’d miss!”

“Why are you encouraging that??” The she-wolf shouted completely dumbfounded.

“Honestly? Cause your attempts at being evil here are pretty lame.”

“wh-“

“Plus the guy you gave those scissors to doesn't look like he has the balls to do it anyway.”

“well yeah you're talking about amputating something here!” Chris shouted.

“Just cut off her finger Chris.” Danielle rolled her eyes growing tired and impatient.

“Yeah Chris do it! Bet you’ll bitch out!” Leech yelled and taunted again.

“Chris wait we don't have to do this!” Zander could smell the potential lawsuit from here. His little revenge plot has gotten way out of hand. He had never really expected to find anything and when he did he had just sorta been winging it till he met Danielle in that bar.

“Humperdink is a pussy you gonna let a guy like that control your life? Cut off my finger” Leech shouted again.

“I-“

“Chris I'm your boss listen to me” Zander pleaded.

“I dont-“

“what are you waiting for be a man DO IT!” Danielle shouted this time.

“Z, I cant-“

“HA! I knew it!” Leech called out triumphantly as if she had just won some kind of prize. Zander continued to shout at his teammate while Danielle motioned the ghost hunter to proceed. The whole thing was a bit overwhelming for him to say the least.

Chris looked at Zander who was now shouting orders at him, the woman he chose to sleep with instead of him and the insane bald creature on the floor.

“This is some real half assed torture you've organized here Danielle I'm kinda embarrassed for you. Seriously you should brush up on your technique cause- FUCK” something behind Leech landed on the floor in a wet thud. “Holy shit I didn't think he'd actually do it…….” the vampire said in a small shocked voice as her breathing rapidly began to increase. The barn was silent in shock, for only a moment nothing but a few splatter noises of thick ichor falling for Leech’s hand. Then the vampire gasped and lurched forward before opening her mouth to scream.

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Over all the eons he had existed today had to be one of the top ten worst days of pennywise’s immortal life. the clown led his nemesis down the corridors of his sewer preferring to travel this way and to keep the existence of his- friends is too strong of a word…..associates he has been forced to live with. Yes much better! The existence of his associates hidden.

The group didn't seem too troubled over his mates plight anyway. Which infuriated the clown even when he showed them her severed finger they rolled their eyes. If they only knew of her condition! At least two of them would actually be concerned!

“Soooo…” the human behind him began to speak. Pennywise let out a low clicking growl in annoyance

“What”

“Now that we have this…truce..I have a few-“

“You get three.”

“Can one of them be how to kill you?”

“No.”

“All right then when did you grow feelings?”

“I didn't grow feelings.”

“That’s not what i saw back at the house”

the clown bared his fangs. “Next question.”

“You cant give me three questions and then refuse to answer them.”

“The only reason you're alive right now sheep boy, is because your grandfather was clever enough to build his farm somewhere I can’t reach. Which way?”

“Left. Are you controlling her mind how did this start?”

Pennywise laughed at that. “You think I wanted this to happen? I was quite content till Leechie ruined my life. She came on to me.”

“I find that hard to believe.”

“For all your snooping you sure don't know much. Humans, so moronic.” the clown grinned to himself. Mike chewed over the implications that someone could actually find this thing attractive enough to pursue it and even fall in love with it. Whoever or whatever Lucy Smith really was she must be sick in the head.

“What is she?”

Pennywise turned his head back and smirked as he walked. “Not human. Something much, much better.”

“Do you love her?”

The clown stopped cold. “That was three questions I'm not answering that.”

“You didn't answer it the first time. Do you love her?”

Pennywise stood still and silent. Mike couldn't see the clown’s ocean blue eyes or the slight quiver of his lip in the dark sewer tunnel but from the absolute stillness the librarian seemed to have his answer.

“We’re making another left.” Mike finally spoke up snapping Pennywise from his trance-like state. “I cant believe you of all people fell in love”

“Shut up Mikey.”

“Clearly she's had quite the effect on you.”

“I SAID THATS ENOUGH”

“The others aren't going to believe me when I tell them-“

Pennywise turned and roared in the librarians face. His fangs multiplying so much they no longer fit in his own mouth while his eyes bulged their alarming red and yellow. “NO! SHE STAYS OUT OF THIS” he practically spat bits of flesh into Mike’s eyes in his rage. It took a lot for the librarian to remain as calm as possible trying to remind himself that IT still needed his help and was desperate enough to broker a truce. He'd keep this bit of information for a later use, Pennywise may have a weakness after all. As the clown turned back around still with those bulging glowing eyes lighting the sewer Mike sighed and boldly gave him one final jab to the ego.

“You definitely love her.”

“I hate your species so much” Pennywise mumbled and continued to blindly lead the way to the outer reaches of his territory.

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They came to the end of the sewers greeted by the lush forest surrounding the town animals skittered away in fright at the sight of the creature that emerged from its domain squinting slightly in the light and sniffing the air.

“I don't smell her.” he snarled “Did you lie to me human?! I can find out yes I can! I’ll pluck out your eyes one by one and tear out your ears!” he sang and threatened the poor librarian who stood his ground and shook his head.

“No, I didn't lie. This is the back way to the farm a way only I know about.”

Penny snarled and huffed impatient and hungry from his walk. “Show me.”

“You have to promise”

“Yes, yes your life will be spared if she is unharmed.”

“No you have to promise not to kill anymore children.”

Penny bared his teeth at the librarian. He was close enough he could kill him now and search himself, it would take more time but he'd at least be rid of the little lighthouse keeper of those kids. The clown flexed his claws but paused when something crawled out of the river. A turtle hauled its self out onto a rock to dry in the last remaining beads of light in the setting sun something fluttered in the air around it landing on its shell and unfolding its pale wings. The moth sat on the reptile for a few moments before fluttering onto the clowns claw then out of his grasp forever off into the sky. A warning from his brother. Figures.

“This will not last.” Penny said at last.

“I didn't think it would. If it happens again, if you take a child I will call them back.”

“We have a deal then.” the clown grumbled. He was stuck between a rock and a hard place here. If Leech wasn't so vulnerable he could have said no and just gobbled his long time nemesis up but no. Things had to happen now at the cusp of everything important. He had little choice and he felt helpless and angry. For the first time he had something that made him happy other than food and his brother had to ruin his fun. First he’ll end the losers, then Maturin. He would see to it they all pay.

“Its just this way theres an entrance to the main barn through the cellar, I-I’d hide here when I was younger to get out of slaughterhouse work.”

“Couldn't take a life of a lamb could ya Mikey?” Penny sneered

“I raised them myself, its harder when they're your’s… but then again you wouldn't understand that would you.”

The clown snarled and let out a growl that was thick with offense. “I am learning.” was his answer as he pushed through the dusty wooden door. Mike chewed on the creatures words for a bit. What did that mean? The creature’s sense of urgency was starting to take on a much deeper meaning now as the librarian followed after him.

The cavern got darker and darker as they pushed forward Pennywise melting into the shadows despite his silver costume. Mike used a flashlight to keep track of the thing from his nightmares as it sniffed the dust filled air. Pennywise paused and inhaled deep a low gravely whine escaped his throat and he inhaled again as if the intoxicating scent was quelling an addiction.

“She's here.” he began “She's wounded.”

“Well, she is missing a finger.”

“Quiet human!” penny snapped and listened to the silent cellar.

His eyes flicked forward when he heard it. it was feint but ominous. Someone was singing and Penny knew the song well. She had been singing it non stop for a week now.

Well you can't hold me

I'm too slippery

I do no sleeping

I get lonely

You can touch me

If you want to

I got poison

I just might bite you

Lie in circles

On the sunlight

Shine like diamonds

On a dark night

Ain't no mercy

In my smiling

Only fangs and

Sweet beguiling

Well the future he don't

Try to find me

Skin I been through

Dies behind me

Solid hollow

Wrapped in hatred

Not a drop of

Venom wasted

Well you can slip in

Try to find me

Hold your breath and

Flat deny me

It makes no difference

To my thinking

I'll be here when

You start sinking

The clowns posture relaxed in relief as he took in the siren call to him. He cocked his head to the side and grinned wide in the direction of the librarian who wasn't sure if it was wise to approach any further. Penny shut his eyes and sighed again.

“My Peachy.”

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Who’s ready for carnage! Cause shits about to get fucked up in the next chapter. Some graphic skin removal, playing 70s rock music on muscle tendons someone might even get shot in the face! How exciting! Oh and you know the reveal of whats been going on with our trashpire. That too.

#pennywise #pennywise x oc #monster roommate au #pennywise fanfiction #it fanfiction #mike hanlon #losers club #nosferatu oc #horror fanfiction #slasher fanfiction #leech really needs to learn how to shut up

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huangels · 6 years

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➧ 85 questions

tagged by: @jencto ty my love! ♡

rules: answer these 85 statements about yourself, then tag 20 people @ohdaddy-nct @dcyoungs @rxnjuns @reunjun @angelita-gordita @taeybear @taezhu @lycheechann and all who wants to do!! (only if u want too bbs)

↳ Last…?

1. drink ─ hot burning coffee that i almost spilled while driving to class bc it’s pouring outside

2. phone call ─ laura (my friend who just graduated high school !!)

3. text message ─ my mom (telling me to drive safe in the rain uwu)

4. song you listened to ─ jump by shinee (the album = a whole ass bop)

5. time you cried ─ oof i cry for the lamest and dumbest reasons but last night i was looking at nct fanart and i saw a cute ass noren one where jeno was dressed in a big moomin costume and wished renjun a good day w/ a ballon and it was all hella cute and shit lemme find it i rb on my personal (THIS ONE) it was,, so cute,, i actually cried,,

↳ Ever…?

6. dated someone twice ─ oof i rarely date let alone the same person twice lmao yikes

7. kissed someone and regretted it ─ i kissed this huge asshole in high school for a dare and he wouldn’t stop saying we had sex for a whole ass week,, this is why i dont date

8. been cheated on ─ nope

9. lost someone special ─ yeah but that’s the circle of life i guess :(

10. been depressed ─ oof did you mean: my four years of high school

11. gotten drunk and thrown up ─ uhh psh no i don’t drink underaged,,, mhm

12. fave colors ─ WARM TONES!! nudes (skin colors), maroon/burgendy (just like a dark bloody red), rose gold/dusty pink (the light shade of pink but not pastel), black (just bc), royal blue (the only cool toned color i like idhhdh)

↳ In the last year have you…

15. made new friends ─ yO making new friends is my middle name (i love making new friends !!)

16. fallen out of love ─ i’ve never BEEN in love...

17. laughed until you cried ─ if it’s after midnight, anything will make me laugh and cry (also i laugh at everything so yes)

18. found out someone was talking about you ─ lmao hell yeah high school drama everyone was out for me bc i look like a bitch and people are so quick to judge ://

19. met someone who changed you ─ umm not really everyone’s pretty chill. my roommate, who’s also like my best friend, is a huge party addict so she brings me to many parties, so i guess i’m more out there ? idk moving on

20. found out who your friends are ─ literally once i graduated high school and went to college, all of the snakes just left and now i’m surrounded by my real friends uwu :^] why tf is everything related to high school i don't wanna remember that

21. kissed someone on your facebook friends list ─ bruh i only have facebook so i can get extra rewards on iphone games ksjkdj

↳ General

22. how many of your facebook friends do you know irl ─ refer to #21

23. do you have any pets ─ i, myself, don’t have one bc i live in a dorm, but back at home, i have a doggo. she’s a thai ridgeback and her name is 巧克力 (qiao ke li = chocolate) and i miss her vv much :’))

24. do you want to change your name ─ for the most part no, i like my name, but when people call me ‘ran-you’ or something of the sort, i question why i live in america

25. what did you do for your last birthday ─ i traveled around china alone (well with my two friends back in china) without my parents for the first time bc i was an Adult™ now

26. what time did you wake up today ─ i was supposed to wake up at 8am but i didn't roll out of bed until 8:30am but hey, i made it to my 9am class 10 minutes early somehow

27. what were you doing at midnight last night ─ looking at nct fanart on tumblr and wishing that i coud draw/paint like that :’))

28. what is something you can’t wait for ─ my trip to spain!! i’m traveling to spain for 2 weeks with my friend at the end of june to july and i’m so excited bc i haven’t hung out w/ him in forever

30. what are you listening to right now ─ i’m in my accounting 2 class rn,,, so my professor lecturing about debits and credits (yes i know i should be paying attention but i’m an independent learner so i prefer reading the textbook and taking notes,, i’m just here bc attendance is graded)

31. have you ever talked to a person named tom ─ my old high school teacher whose first lecture was about corn and how it’s in EVERYTHING that is mass- produced today,,, well his full name is actually thomas

32. something that’s getting on your nerves ─ it was raining as i was walking to class and even though i had an umbrella, somehow my pants are still all drenched and this lecture room is SO DAMN COLD and i’m shivering someone save ME

33. most visited website ─ my school website lol

34. hair colour ─ jet black but in the sun it turns reddish brown ?

35. long or short hair ─ super long, it reaches my waist lol

36. do you have a crush on someone ─ does renjun count? jk kinda ?? but not really bc,, idk dating doesn’t really act as a major objective for me right now

37. what do you like about yourself ─ friendliness and outgoingness ?

38. want any piercings? ─ oof i already have a lot but i want more yes (i have 3 on both my lobes, 1 on my both cartilages, and on my right ear i have a snug ? is that what it’s called idk) lowkey highkey i wanna pierce my nose but we’ll see

39. blood type ─ o

40. nicknames ─ all nicknames i’ve ever gotten: ren, renu (my baby cousin calls me that bc she can barely pronounce words), fish..., nyu, rennie, r, human fish, + many puns on my name

41. relationship status ─ single and tired

42. zodiac ─ scorpio

43. pronouns ─ she/her

44. fave tv shows ─ the office, black mirror, we bare bears, law and order, futurama, stranger things, bob’s burgers, bate’s motel, american horror story (i love the duality between cartoons and fucked up shows dsdkjh)

45. tattoos ─ i want ones !! (prob small in hidden places) but um maybe once i graduate undergrad at least

46. right or left handed ─ right handed

47. ever had surgery ─ no - kinda? i have a scar on my eyelid bc when i was like 3-4 y/o, i was playing hide and seek w/ my uncle and cousin in china and i was running around and i turned quickly around a counter the same height as me and the corner of the counter cut open my eyelid,, this is kinda tmi but i was so stunned bc blood was running literally out of my eye so i didn’t even cry, i just stood there like ‘oh...that’s a lot of blood...’ i went to the ER to get it stitched up but idk if that counts as surgery :p

48. piercings ─ refer to #38

49. sport ─ currently i play volleyball and basketball for club, but played a lot in high school too

50. vacation ─ anywhere i love traveling !! also east asian,, mostly just china i miss my friends and family :’))

51. trainers ─ ?? uhh as in shoes? or the gym? idk,,

↳ More general

52. eating ─ as in what i ate today? if so, a bagel and a boiled egg for breakfast

53. drinking ─ coffee that’s now cold rip

54. i’m about to watch ─ uhh my professor continue talking about accounting and economics

55. waiting for ─ this class to end so i can eat lunch

56. want ─ a change of pants bc i’M WET AND COLD

57. get married ─ i sure hope so

58. career ─ i want to start and own a fashion brand/company/line (i’m double majoring in international business and trade + leadership management right now)

↳ Which is better

59. hugs or kisses ─ both i just want affection ;((

60. lips or eyes ─ these are hard to pick but eyes !

61. shorter or taller ─ taller even though i’m pretty tall as it is

62. older or younger ─ older or the same age ? (rip sorry renjun)

63. nice arms or stomach ─ arms? i need you to be able to put me in a chokehold and KO me (not in a kinky way,,, maybe,,,)

64. hookup or relationship ─ relationship duh ?

65. troublemaker or hesitant ─ team too-lazy-to-be-either

↳ Have you ever

66. kissed a stranger ─ uhh prob not

67. drank hard liquor ─ no officer i don’t drink underaged mhm

68. lost glasses ─ i literally have like 6 pairs of glasses that i keep thinking i’ve lost but then find it again

69. turned someone down ─ oof yeah sorry

70. sex on first date ─ no i have standards

71. broken someone’s heart ─ i hope not ! at least not intentionally

72. had your heart broken ─ prob once or twice

73. been arrested ─ in my good christian household?! (i’m not even christian tf)

74. cried when someone died ─ well of course i have a heart

75. fallen for a friend ─ all my friends are hot as fuck no lie

↳ Do you believe in…?

76. yourself ─ always :D !!

77. miracles ─ eh,,

78. love at first sight ─ maybe not LOVE but something similar

79. santa claus ─ i-is he not real... (i’m kidding dbksj)

80. kiss on a first date ─ sure why not

81. angels ─ renjun is a walking angel on earth

↳ Other

82. best friend’s name ─ vincent, alyssa (my two fave people)

83. eye colour ─ dark poop brown

84. fave movie ─ i watch too many to have 1 favorite but for the sake of this tag, i’ll say coraline

85. fave actor ─ i have a big gay crush on dilraba dilmurat also tom holland

el fin

#tags #personal #this is such a long post sorry mobile users ifhdihs #uhh ignore typos i'm in class #honestly this is so much info about me wow #i'm not very interesting or funny tho so #yall prov just gonna scroll pass its OK lol #YALL DILRABA IS SO FUCKING HOT AND CUTE I LOVE HER #google her if yall don't know smh

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porkchop-ao3 · 6 years

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A request: rick and fem!reader just narrowly escape a life-threatening situation, the likes of which induce some serious realization and panic in them both (like when rick and morty had their meltdown in the toxic episode), whiiicchhhh leads to some passionate sexy times!

Thank you for this! This was really fun :P this one is pretty long, over 2.5k words. I hope you like it!

“What the fuck, Rick?” I yelled, pushing myself up under his weight, I’d landed flat on my face after launching myself through the portal, and Rick had followed me through, landing on top of me. I peered over my shoulder at him in question when he made no attempt to move off of me, he just buried his face between my shoulder blades and blanketed my entire body with his spindly limbs. My heart was still hammering in my chest, a combination of physical exertion and adrenaline after literally running for my life. “Great fucking time for your portal gun to act up, we almost died!”

Rick slowly lifted his head, rolled me onto my back as he continued to lean over my prone form. He stared down at me with wild eyes, totally wired and scarily intense. I looked away from him, having never seen that look before. I realised I didn’t even know where we were, some deserted alien planet with nothing but pink, flat chalky planes as far as the eye could see.

“I know that. I was fucking there.” He growled, grabbing my chin in an iron grip and forcing me to look at him again. “I- wh-what? Do you, do you think I planned that? You think I wanted to spice things up by purposely messing with the only fucking thing that gets us home?” He asked, holding up the portal gun to my face before tossing it aside, it skidded across the dusty ground.

“Obviously not.” I replied, narrowing my eyes.

“Those aliens, they must- they probably had some electromagnetic fucking… superpowers or whatever, messing up my shit. I don’t even know how the fuck I got it to work! I was just mashing buttons as we ran- just fucking- just hoping for the best!” He told me, shaking his head, his hair wilder and messier than usual.

“Seriously? That wasn't… you didn’t have a plan?”

“Fuck no! We were running for our goddamn lives, (y/n)!” He yelled, pushing off of me and landing roughly on his backside beside me, burying his face in his hands. I stared at him, slack jawed.

“But you always know what you’re doing! You’re Rick Sanchez!” I exclaimed, sitting up and brushing pink dust from the ground off of myself. It stuck like glitter, I couldn’t for the life of me remove it from my skin. His eyes flashed up at me.

“Dont- don’t put me up on a pedestal like that, I’m just… I’m just as fucking mortal as you are; you saw those things! Did you see the teeth on those guys? If one of us had so much as stumbled… I’m a fucking genius, (y/n), but I was shitting myself just as much as you were.” he told me, dragging his hands through his hair, giving himself pink dusty highlights as he did. We were quiet for a moment, and I glanced around nervously at my surroundings. What if one of those aliens somehow managed to follow us?

“Rick, where even are we?” I asked.

“I don’t know.” He sighed, lifting up his arm and inspecting a gadget around his wrist. “Dimension 12-64-F. It’s uh- it’s safe. We really fuckin’ hit the jackpot.” He laughed humorlessly.

“Can we go home?” I added in a small voice. He looked up at me, analysing my expression for a moment.

“Yeah, sure baby, let me just- let’s just have a minute, okay?” He said, voice uncharacteristically soft. I nodded, looking at the ground. The adrenaline was wearing off, leaving behind a very fresh, alert feeling. A weird kind of rush. “Jesus, I actually can’t believe we made that.” He said, chuckling in surprise.

“No, I can’t.” I shook my head. “I felt one of them grab my arm at one point; I genuinely thought I was dead. I felt my whole body just fucking- this huge surge, I managed to wrench my arm away.” I told him, looking down at my wrist; at the angry red scrape that looked like rope burn, or like I’d dragged sandpaper over my skin. Felt like it too.

“I thought I was gonna have to ditch this coat, they kep-kept snatching it.” He said, laughing again. I looked over at him, unable to stop the grin from spreading across my face.

“That was so fucking close. Rick, I’ve never felt so close to death in my entire life, yet… I feel so good right now.” I admitted.

“Yeah; that’s why people go skydiving or, or bungee jumping or whatever.” He nodded. “Adrenaline will do that to you. Just uh- just don’t ask me if we can do that again. Pretty sure we’d never get out of that alive even if we planned the whole thing.”

“Oh, god no. I never wanna experience anything like that ever again! I’m just saying, I…” I crawled towards him, pressing a hand to his heart, feeling it beating harder and faster than usual. “I feel so alive.”

He looked down at my hand, then back up at me, an interested little sparkle in his eye. He reached up and mirrored my touch, feeling the thudding of my heart. I leaned forwards to rest my forehead against his, sighing in relief and marvelling at just how amazing it felt to merely be alive. Rick connected our lips in a hungry kiss; it was as if it was the last time he’d have the chance to do it. He probed for entry, and I happily let him in, moaning at the very slight coarseness of his tongue. His heart rate picked up and he leaned into me, pressing forwards and chasing my lips, deepening the kiss.

The hand on my heart moved down and groped my breast greedily, squeezing and fondling in earnest. I parted my lips and gasped, rolling my head back and breaking the kiss; Rick kept his lips on me, trailing them down to my jawline where he nibbled and dotted kisses. His free hand moved to the small of my back, where he urged me forwards so our bodies touched and I straddled his thighs.

“Fuck; I want you so bad.” He whispered breathily, sliding both hands over my body, feeling the curve of my waist all the way around to my back and downwards, squeezing my ass before giving both cheeks a hard smack simultaneously. I mewled and arched into him, my eyes falling shut.

“I need- please, can you touch me?” I said breathlessly, the area between my legs simply throbbing, desperate for some attention. His hands paused for a moment, then he was moving me, pushing me onto my back and crawling on top of me. He pushed my shirt over my head and lavished my body with attention, kissing, sucking, licking at every spot available to him as his hand wandered between my legs. He cupped my crotch in his hand roughly, grinding the heel of his hand in circles. I shuddered, moaning softly at the merciful friction.

“Look at you.” He cooed, looking up at me through his lashes, as he hovered over my navel. “Look how worked up you are, baby. I bet you’re soaking wet, aren’t you? Did almost dying get you all- did it turn you on somehow? You got a thing for that? Do you like danger, hmm?”

“I don’t even know, I just need… I need to get off right now. So bad.” I told him, squirming around, trying to grind against his palm. Rick chuckled, but was merciful; unbuttoning my pants and pulling them off with my underwear. I was all but naked at this point, apart from my shoes and my bra. Rick soon took care of the bra though, ridding me of it and giving my breasts a generous squeeze before graciously sliding his hand down my body to rub my clit in slow circles.

“Mmm, fuck. You’re so hot. So horny and eager even way out in the open like this.” He commented, and admittedly I’d forgotten that we were outside on some alien planet. I didn’t care though, especially when he slipped his fingers inside me briefly to coat them in my moisture before going back to my clit. The slickness of his fingers made everything better. “And so wet. You’re always dripping for me, baby. I like that. Shows how much you really want me.” He moaned and leaned down to suck on my nipples, one by one. He sunk two fingers inside me, hooking them slightly and stroking my g-spot just as accurately as I could. He knew my body so well, at this point.

“Ohh, please; another.” I breathed, canting my hips to chase the sensation.

“Another finger? Sure baby, anything you want.” He said, then obliged me, pressing a third finger inside. I whimpered at the sensation of being stretched. “I wanna make you feel good. You deserve it, sweet thing. For always looking so fucking pretty for me when I fuck you open. For always taking it so well.” he trailed kisses down my stomach, then without a hint of teasing he went for my clit, sucking on it and rolling it around under his tongue.

“Fuck!” I hissed, my hips rising from the ground. “Oh God, please I need you to fuck me!” The words left me in a rush.

“Now? Baby we-we’re just getting started.” He said, continuing his work. I was practically humping his face at this point, my hips rolling wildly under his attention.

“I need your cock, I need you to stretch me open; fill me up.” I pleaded, barely in control of the filthy, borderline embarrassing words coming out of my mouth. Rick didn’t stop, feeling me clench around his fingers. He simply groaned against my clit and carefully eased a fourth digit inside me. It was tight, but I managed it and it filled me so well that my eyes watered and I rocked down onto his fingers, wanting something deeper, harder. “Oh God, give it to me.” I groaned, clenching my teeth as I felt the beginnings of my oncoming orgasm.

He thrust his fingers, stroking over my g-spot, and that was my undoing. My body tensed, and a desperate groan ripped from the back of my throat as my orgasm cascaded over me. I don’t know whether it was something to do with the near death experience, but it was the most intense climax I’d had in a long time. Rick kept his mouth on me, his fingers moving throughout my orgasm despite me making it difficult for him with my uncontrolled writhing.

“Uhhh yeah, just like that. Fuck you look so good when you’re coming.” He growled, crawling back up my body, he licked two of his fingers, moaning lewdly before holding his other two out to me. “Taste yourself, see how good you taste? You’re so fuckin’ perfect, god, I want you so bad.” He watched me with half-lidded eyes as he thrust his fingers gently in and out of my mouth as I licked them clean.

His patience soon ran out, and he reached for his belt buckle and unclasped it, pulling open his pants and pushing them down just enough to free his cock. He was desperately hard, the tip glistening with precum. He wasted no time in lining up at my entrance and sinking into me, letting out a delicious moan as he did. My sensitive core twitched around him, and I wrapped my legs around his waist.

“Such a good girl.” He commented quietly, sitting up on his knees as he fucked me slowly, allowing his hands to explore my body. He thumbed my clit, and I whimpered, jolting away. “Still sensitive?” He asked, and I nodded my head. He didn’t stop.

“It hurts.” I told him, torn between shying away from his finger and rolling up against his cock. There was just so much stimulation.

“I know baby, it’ll feel good soon.” He whispered, mercifully pulling his hand away and bracing himself above me, both hands on the ground either side of my head, as he picked up the pace of his thrusts. I gasped, and one gasp turned into pants. My overly sensitive body was washed with intense bursts of pleasure each time he buried himself to the hilt. “Mmm, look at that. I love seeing you- seeing my cock come out sparkling.” He growled, reaching around to my legs, unwrapping them from his body and pushing them upwards and further apart. He fucked me deeper in this position, and I swore I would never ever get tired of the sensation of him filling me up so completely.

“Ohhhh, god. Rick, please; harder.” I pleaded, rolling my head back into the ground. I would be completely covered in shit from the ground, but I couldn’t find a fuck to give. Rick gave into my request, his thrusts becoming rougher, faster. Obscene, somewhat embarrassing wet sounds arose between us, and I clenched around him, becoming desperate for release.

“You gonna cum, baby?” He asked, one hand flying down to my clit again. It was no longer painfully sensitive, just wonderfully sensitive. I wailed, nodding my head eagerly as his fingers worked quickly over me. “Cum for me, I want you to milk my cock dry.” He said, his tone positively filthy.

“Rick!” I yelled, squirming beneath him as the pleasure mounted, almost too much. I was a mess, loud and shamelessly desperate as my pussy began to pulse. My orgasm built slowly, and when it tipped over that precipice I almost cried with just how goddamn good it felt. My vision blurred, but I could just about make it out when Rick threw his head back, and I could feel him throbbing inside me as he pumped me full of his ejaculate. An animalistic growl met my ears, and it was just about the most erotic noise he ever made, it was music to my ears.

“Fuck! I love you, I love you, I love-” he cut himself off with a sharp intake of breath, his body shuddering. Rick saying the L word was incredibly rare. It almost always only occured during one of three situations; one, when he was completely and utterly shit-faced, two, after a gigantic argument where he knows he’s fucked up, and three, in the throws of one hell of an orgasm.

He came back down to my level, crushing our lips together in a heated, uncoordinated kiss. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, pulling him in and keeping him close. He broke the kiss but kept his forehead to mine.

“We- we should fuck after life threatening events more often.” He said breathlessly.

“Maybe uh… maybe let’s put a pin in that for now. I don’t think my heart can take much more.” I chuckled. He pulled out of me slowly, looking down to watch his cum drip out of me onto the ground. If there was one thing I knew for certain about Rick, it was that he took an odd sense of pride from seeing his handy work.

“I better- let’s get you cleaned up.” He said, sliding back down my body and laying between my legs.

“Wh-” I choked as he mouthed my pussy, his tongue darting inside to lick away the evidence of his presence. “Ohh, fuck.” I said with a shaky voice, watching as he cleaned me. Once he was satisfied he sat back up, licking his lips.

“I gotta admit, you taste a hell of a lot better than I do. I gotta- maybe I should invent a pill or something, make my cum taste like cotton candy or whatever.” he pondered aloud, turning his attention his pants. He covered himself before passing me my clothes.

“You could do that?” I raised a brow as I dressed myself.

“Sure, I could figure it out. You want me to?” He smirked.

“Not that I have a problem with how you taste, but man, that could be fun.” I smirked back.

“I’ll try anything that’ll get me a blow job in the name of science.” He shrugged, picking up his portal gun from where it lay discarded on the ground. He reached a hand out to me and helped me up.

“Sure, of course you will.” I chuckled.

“Come on, let’s get out of here.” He said, firing the portal gun at the ground. He took my hand, and together we jumped through.

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