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gold0kapi · 9 months
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palettesofrenaissance · 2 months
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Depression is hitting mightily strong tonight
I want to open the floor to invite anyone who wants to tell a story, wants to vent, confess anything, share an opinion no matter how controversal
Just use me, abuse my ask inbox 🙏
The distraction would be much appreciated and helpful to be honest
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enyter · 1 year
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Tw: Blood
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Kinda @naffeclipse cryptid sightings inspired
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weirdcor3 · 1 year
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imtotallyokandnormal · 3 months
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I was having a really really extremely no good bad day today but I painted a toilet and it helped me feel a little better.
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I call it The Shitter.
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zoeythegoodgirl · 2 months
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Really need someone to take care of me right now
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greencheekconure27 · 1 year
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Spicy comfort foods my beloved.Yasss let's trick my brain into giving me endorphins by pretending I somehow set my mouth on fire 😂.
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xsweetxpeachx · 2 months
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“Ive had a bad day” gf x “Go on, you’d look prettier with more scars” bf
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Had A Bad Day - Johanna Constantine x GN! Reader
First fic of Fictober! I’m not used to writing for Johanna quite yet, but i hope y’all like it! Today’s prompt was Magic. Reader is a magic user.
TW: Swearing, mentions of cultists. Use of (Y/N)
Johanna Constantine was no stranger to magic. Her job depended on it. Or, rather, it depended on something going horribly wrong involving magic. Her expertise made it seem like she was the only one who could fix it. She was constantly getting called to deal with the problems others had caused. Recently, most of the trouble seemed to involve a large number of demons. Johanna sighed as she remembered the call that she had received earlier that week. With the damage, the time it took to track them all down, and the sheer number of demons that she had to deal with, Johanna’s normal fee had been been much higher than normal. But, that didn’t begin to make up for how tired Johanna was.
The overworked magician knew of one person who could give her the space to vent and still understand. (Y/n). (Y/n), her partner, was the only person that Johanna ever fully confided in. It helped that they were also a magic user, so they were well aware of the dangers and annoyances that Johanna had to face. Johanna also suspected that she was one of the few other magic users that (Y/N) could tolerate, not that she would ever voice that thought aloud. However, there was one prime difference between them. While Johanna spent her time tracking down dangerous entities and dispelling them, (Y/N) liked to summon and make deals with them.
That was actually how they had met. Johanna had just finished another job when she felt the tale-tell signs of a summoning ritual. Thinking that she had somehow missed something, she went to shut it down. When she arrived, Johanna was astounded to find someone who actually knew what they were doing. All of the proper protections had been placed, and it looked like not a single thing had been overlooked. In fact, in Johanna’s opinion, it might have been a tad overkill. She watched as the summoner speak with the demon, and.....
Wait, were they... haggling with it? Johanna could scarcely believe what she was hearing. What made it even more interesting was that they seemed to be taking it for all it was worth. It was like watching a professional conman at work. Johanna had to admit, she was impressed. She continued to watch as the deal concluded, and the summoner sent the demon back to hell, and removed the protections and wards. Johanna made her way to leave, but the summoner spoke before she could.
“Johanna Constantine. I take it you were here to stop my summoning?”, they asked.
Johanna wondered how they knew her name, and the confusion must have been written on her face, as they continued.
“Those who reside in hell speak of a great exorcist, who goes by the name of Constantine. The name sounded familiar, so I did some digging.” They smiled.
And that was how it began. Johanna learned that their name was (Y/n), and that they were a professional deal maker, making deals with demons on the behalf of those who would have trouble doing it themselves. Though, fewer people seemed to know about them than they did Johanna. (Y/N) ended up asking her out, and one date lead to, well, now.
With the night Johanna had had, she knew that (Y/N) was just the person she needed to see. She made sure to text them before coming over, just in case they were working with a client, or preforming a ritual. The almost instant reply told her that neither were the case, and that she was free to come over. A short drive later, and Johanna was at (Y/N)’s place. They must have seen or heard her approach, because before Johanna could knock, the door swung open.
“Rough night?”, (Y/N) asked as they moved to the side to allow their girlfriend in.
“You wouldn’t believe the bloody mess the church had me clean up tonight,” Johanna replied, flopping down on the couch. (Y/N) could only smile, and went to fix the exhausted exorcist a drink. A few minutes later, they sat down in the chair next to Johanna. She sighed, a sound both tired and grateful, as she took the glass from her partner.
“It was a fucking nightmare,” Johanna continued. “Worst night ever.”
“More royals, I take it?,” (Y/N) questioned as they moved their hand to card their fingers through Johanna’s hair.
“Worse”
(Y/N) briefly pondered how it could possibly worse. They knew Johanna hated dealing with royals when it came to exorcisms. Too much risk, not enough reward. One wrong move and..... (Y/N) dismissed the thought, before remembering that their were even worse things in their girlfriend’s line of work. They took a deep breath to calm themselves before responding.
“How so?”
Johanna sighed, her whole body slumping further into the couch. She brought her hand to her face, pinching the bridge of her nose in an effort to keep calm.
“Fucking idiots. Bit off way more than they should have tried. Bunch of bloody cultists tried summoning Lucifer.”
It was (Y/N)’s turn to sigh. “Let me guess, they pulled the wrong entity?”
Johanna let out a strained laugh. “A whole bloody hoard, actually. What’s worse, they managed to summon some heavy hitters. Took forever to get them all sent back.”
“Lack of wards?”
“Yep.”
“How the hell did they even manage to get some of the higher ups? They’d have to be insanely powerful to do so, and if they were, then they would have known to take the necessary precautions.”
“Fuck if I know,” Johanna said, adjusting her body so that she could be more comfortable. “Amateurs, the lot of them. They managed to get lucky. Or, well, unlucky in this case, I suppose.”
At this point, (Y/N) noticed that Johanna was having trouble keeping her eyes open.
“Alright, you’re more than exhausted, and I’m not letting you sleep on my couch. Let’s get you to bed.”
Johanna let out a groan of protest as her partner gently took her glass and helped her up. Nevertheless, she allowed herself to be led down the hallway, leaning against (Y/N) all the while. (Y/N) gingerly helped Johanna onto the bed, and the exorcist sleepily kicked off her shoes. Once she was under the covers, (Y/N) made their way to the other side and climbed in, wrapping their arms around their girlfriend, and pulling her close.
(Y/N) held Johanna safe in their arms, gently stroking her hair to help her calm down. Johanna opened her mouth to launch into a sleepy rant, but (Y/N) was faster. With a small flick of their fingers, they sent their beloved of to sleep. Although they knew that Johanna would be grumpy about that in the morning, (Y/N) didn’t mind. It was well worth whatever consequences would come later, just so that they could see the small smile that crept across her sleeping face.
‘Besides’, (Y/N) reasoned to themselves, ‘Johanna needs all the rest she can get.’
Smiling, they felt contentment fill them. They placed a gentle kiss on Johanna’s forehead. The gentle sound of her breathing further soothed them, and they found themselves growing tired. Relishing in the warmth, they closed their eyes, and joined their girlfriend in blissful sleep.
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donutsalami · 3 months
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Cactus full of thorns here, i don't want to hurt, please don't come close, sorry
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oops I downloaded indeed again
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justsomeectoplasm · 2 years
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Poorly drawn Kari wishes you a good thursday.
Edit: It can be loud so be warned
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d3athisanewbegining · 9 months
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No fucks given
No shit taken
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firepitbutterfly · 10 months
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i don’t even know what to say
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yennasun · 2 years
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MT and creator's relationship. Trigger warning, anyone who's read my posts already know where this is going.
To call their relationship one-sided would be an understatement. MT sees his creator desperately as a father figure while his creator sees him as more of a tool to be used. Basically, he sees MT as an object. He also tends to dehumanize mt even to MT himself, such as instilling in him the idea that he is a monster and this is all he's good for.
Aside from the normal methods creator uses to keep MT on a leash (or rather, make him afraid) is to use the normal manipulation tactics, constantly pushing MT and making him seek that perfection and validation that always seems just out of reach.
For example, a conversation between the two after a 2 round demolition of a top 10 contender would go something like this;
MT: did...did I do good?
Smack!
Creator: you were sloppy... your defense was nonexistent. If a real fighter catches you doing that, they're gonna fire back while you're at your most vulnerable and you'll be put down! Do you want to be put down?!
MT: no sir, I'm sorry. I'll do better next time, I promi-
Smack
Creator: if you let that happen... there won't be a next time. Understand?
MT: yes sir...
Creator (haven't decided a name for him yet so for now, he will be reffered to as "creator") uses these methods with a religious fervor in order to continuously push MT harder and harder with justification. The worst part of all this is that MT is so wrapped up in his own desire for validation that he actually believes that all this is for his own good, and when he loses (nothing good happens after MT loses a bout) he believes he genuinely deserves whatever torturous punishment his creator dishes out.
There is his assistant trainer, who i have reffered to in the past. I've actually named this one, Mack Rooney (lovingly dubbed macaroni by MT.)
Rooney is the absolute opposite of creator, acting as his cut man (the person who sees to a fighter after they're cut or swelling to stop the bleeding and bring the swelling down) and assistant trainer in all of the traditional training exercises such as pad work, bag work, sparring, cardio, etc. That's not to say Rooney directs these exercises, that falls onto creator so as you would expect, these exercises are absolutely brutal in intensity.
Not only is Rooney MTs cutman and assistant trainer, he's also a big brother figure to MT, offering consolidation and encouraging words after a loss or after a phychotic episode. In fact, whenever MT is allowed off the desktop and into the city, it's usually Rooney who talked creator into it. All in all, Rooney is the only person MT felt safe and comfortable with, even going as far as smiling around him when creator isn't around (this is rare, as we all know even in Canon the fruit never smiles.) Rooney is also the only person who can calm MT down without the use of external methods such as physiological powers.
All I will say is do NOT get attached to this character, as it seems creator has some sort of hold over Rooney as well :)
That will do it for now, that got pretty dark I will admit. I may not have decided a name for creator but I have decided on a look. Unfortunately, I can't draw for shit so I will do my best to paint a mental picture.
He is above average in height but still shorter than MT, his legs, torso and head are a charcoal grey color while his left arm is maroon and his right arm is a mixture of orange and red, being an ex fighter himself his alias was "hotrod" for obvious reasons (lol). He has dark brown eyes which can easily be mistaken for being black and he always has a stern look about him, although he pulls the evil smile off very well (lol x2.) Being an ex fighter himself, he has absolutely mastered the around intimidation and uses this with terrifying effectiveness.
Rooney's head and torso are light blue, his legs are a lighter shade of purple and his arms are a bit of a darker blue, he's generally positive and outgoing and will readily help anyone who needs it, be it physically or emotionally. He's the exact antithesis of creator, his eyes are light blue, just like his head and torso, but the scelara is a slightly darker blue. Rooney himself was also a fighter, he was the guy who gave all the best champions hell but unfortunately was on the receiving end of many questionable decisions by the judges, he was also the guy the best champions ducked after fighting him once, his old alias was "tsunami" again, for obvious reasons.
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whumpshaped · 2 years
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send me prompts? five sentence fic starters? oc questions? smth?
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