#his mask his tank and his pants become white

[lavenderwriting]

꧁༒☬𝓢𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓶𝓮☬༒꧂

Ghostface!Gojo x reader

──────༺🎃༻──────

Summary: Satoru was obsessed with you and he would go to any length to have you. Even becoming a serial killer.

Warnings: murder, violence, stalking, obsessive behaviour, smut, Voyeurism, oral sex, nipple play, creampie, squirting, chocking, minors DNI

──────༺🎃༻──────

It was just another normal night. It almost looked like there wasn’t a killer on the loose. People were on the street laughing with their friends, going to parties, fully relaxed, not a single worry in the world. Now, although you liked to go out as well, nothing could compare to the feeling of staying home, in your bed, warm and cozy while watching a horror movie.

When you got home, you went to your bedroom to grab some fuzzy pajama pants and a tank top. As you were gathering you had the most weird sensation. You felt like you were being watched. You looked around your bedroom, nothing was out of place or out of the ordinary. Your eyes landed on the built-in wardrobe, it was positioned in front of the bed, it had a full view of the bedroom and it also had visibility to the bathroom that was inside your bedroom.

Could it be?

Could someone really be watching you? Nah. Who would care enough to do that? 

You laughed at your own craziness. Sometimes you felt really paranoid. Gathering your things you went to the bathroom. You began by filling the tub then, as you waited for the water level to be at your liking, you took off your clothes. You removed your bra and before you had a chance to remove your underwear the phone rang. you groaned, not really interested in picking up, so you let it ring. However whoever it was wouldn’t let you have your moment of peace. 

Leaving the bathroom in only your black bottoms you went to pick up the phone that rested on your bedside table. 

“Hello?”

Nothing. 

“Hello?”

Nothing again. You sighted and hung up. 

As soon as you placed the phone back on the nightstand it rang again. weird. You picked up the phone again only this time you stayed quiet. You tried your best to listen to any sound that could come from the other side of the line but you couldn’t hear anything. Until you heard a faint breath followed by a small moan. You moved the phone away from your ear because that moan sounded like it had come from inside of your room. You looked around again and once more your eyes landed on the closet. Fuck it. This time you went to check the closet. You slammed the doors open but there was nothing. The only thing on the inside were your clothes and bags. Like always. 

You laughed out loud this time at your paranoia. Some perv must have dialed a random number you picked up by chance. 

“Must be losing my fucking mind.”

You closed the doors and placed the phone once again on the nightstand.

By now the bathtub was almost the way you liked it and you took the opportunity to add the salts, bubbles and bath bomb. Tonight you were going to spoil yourself. After you deemed the bathtub worthy you stepped inside and laid down, fully relaxing.

With the bathroom door wide open.

Which the man hidden in your closet appreciated.

--------

He had been following for a few days. You were so clueless it was cute. Satoru was in the same classes as you. He was popular, charming and everyone wanted to be him or to be with him. Except you and that drove him insane. So insane that he thought the only way to have you was to get rid of the competition. And by getting rid of he meant kill.

But how was he going to do that? He really didn’t know, until the opportunity rose. By a stroke of luck. Or fate, as Satoru liked to think. Apparently there was someone dressed in a black cloak and a ghost mask killing people.

Perfect.

All he had to do was dress up like that and do what he had to do. If the killer was ever caught, all the blame would go on him and Satoru would be cleared and with you on his side. Hopefully. So, in order to be the perfect copycat killer the white haired man studied the original Ghostface killer, how he did it, what he used, what he wore and after many weeks of studying he finally got it perfect. 

The first life he took was of a man that got too handsy for his liking with you at a party. The second was of a guy that shared some classes with you that asked you out. The third was someone that had followed you home that you didn’t even notice (Satoru thought that that one was absolutely justified because only gods know what he would have done to you had he not intervened). The last one was a man that he had overheard talking to his friends about you with the most disgusting way possible, he was saying how hot you were and how you just needed a good dick like his (honestly how you had lived this long without Satoru protecting you was beyond him, he was just glad that he had got to you on time). 

Gojo grew more frustrated as the days passed because he wanted to be close to you, to be with you, to be able to consume you. One day he just had had enough, so while you were still in classes he broke into your home and just hid himself in the closet. Full ghost face clothes on. Satoru did not want you to find out it was him. He waited a couple of hours for you and then finally you were home. He felt a sense of adrenaline overtake him but suppressed it as much as he could. It didn’t take much for you to go to your bedroom. You were so close yet so far. 

A moment passed before you looked in the closet direction. His heart rate picked up but then you laughed and went to the bathroom. He could see everything from where he was and he liked what he was seeing. You were slowly removing your clothing, almost like you were being deliberate about it, like you were putting on a show. Just for him.

Satoru couldn’t hold back any longer, his cock was straining inside his pants, which he had inside his black mantle. In order to relieve himself he released his cock from the confinement of clothing and began to stroke himself.

He was so hard for you and you weren’t even doing anything. He decided to mess with you a bit and called your telephone.You removed your bra and just as you were about to remove your black bottoms, the phone rang. Satoru was almost teasing himself with this and he loved it. You picked up. 

“Hello?”

He stayed quiet.

“Hello?”

Nothing.

You hung up and as soon as you put it down he called again. However this time when you picked up, you didn’t say anything. So, he decided to toy with you a little. Satoru began to exhale into the speaker of his phone, and when you started to look around the room he let out a moan, that came louder than he expected. 

You stared straight into the closet and to him it seemed as if you were staring into his soul. Slowly he backed further into the enclosed space as he could, hiding behind a long winter coat of yours. He could still see a little bit of the closet door.

He could hear your steps approaching, his heart beating erratically and finally you opened the door. He could perfectly see your tits, they were almost above his face and all he wanted to do was grab you and attach his mouth to them. Just the thought of it made the tip of his cock leak with precum. You looked around the closet and then you let out a laugh.

“Must be losing my fucking mind.”

And with that you closed the doors again and went back to the bathroom. Satoru felt a sense of relief wash over him. He continued to watch you, and then you got inside the bathtub, blissfully unaware of his presence. He wanted to cum so bad, but not yet. He wanted to save it for you. And so he would wait, just a bit more.

--------

Your bath was just the right thing you needed after a long day. You felt renewed. You stepped out of the tub and into your clothing. 

After cleaning the bathroom a little, you decided you were going to watch 'the ring', it had just begun to rain and it was your favorite to watch in this weather. Taking your laptop out of your bag, you laid down in your bed and positioned it in front of you. 

The movie was about twenty minutes in when the phone rang. It startled you a little bit which annoyed you so you turned around and hung up. As you turned around it rang again, and you did the same. When it rang a third time you had had enough and picked up.

"What the fuck do you want?"

A pause of silence.

"What's your favorite scary movie?"

"What?"

"You heard me. What's your favorite scary movie?"

"If I tell you, will you leave me alone?"

There was a low laugh on the other side of the line. It sounded attractive.

"Sure, sweetheart."

Your cheeks heat up at the name.

"Well if I had to choose, it would probably be Paranormal Activity.”

"Interesting choice, thought you were a classic horror kind of person."

You snorted.

"Yeah? Any reason in particular?"

The person hummed.

"Well, for starters you're watching 'the ring'."

At that, your heart began to hammer inside your chest. What the fuck. How did he know that? Was he watching you? You started to look around your room. Maybe there was a hidden camera. 

"What's wrong, sweet thing? You scared?" 

His tone was a mocking one but you wouldn’t let that bother you. You couldn’t show how scared you were.

"Why would I be?"

"You tell me."

You needed to think and calm down.

"Are you watching me?"

"Maybe."

"Well then what am I wearing?"

The line was silent for a while. Got that motherfucker. 

"Hmmm, let me see. Fuzzy pajama pants and a black tank top."

Fuck. Ok calm down, that's very generic right?. You were trying to calm yourself down as much as you could, because deep down you knew that wasn’t generic.

"Well, mr. Know it all, what kind of pajama pants?"

"Let me see if I remember correctly. I think they were orange with some pumpkins and hello kittys. Quiet cute in my opinion." 

Your cheeks heat up. But you knew one thing. He wasn’t in your room, you had checked so that put you a little more at ease. 

"You like them?"

"Of course."

"You know, you're a really big perv for watching people without their consent."

He laughed.

"Isn’t Paranormal Activity your favorite movie? Thought you were into this kind of thing."

You couldn’t lie, his voice was so attractive. You felt like doing something crazy, and he wasn’t really in your room, so who cares? Right?

“Are you watching me right now?”

Silence. 

“What if I was?”

“Well then, if you were, I would say you should pay close attention. You wouldn’t want to miss this.”

You were laying on your back, so it was easier to do what you were about to do, so in an act of courage you removed your pants, very slowly. 

"Hmm, you truly are a naughty girl."

You laughed.

"I'm just giving you your treat."

Your hands wandered down your body, trying to give a good show. You had no idea how he could see you so you just tried your best.

You began to tease yourself without taking your underwear off. You did it slowly like you liked it. You were rubbing circles on your clit, moaning once in a while. You had almost forgotten about the man on the phone if not for his moans.

"Are you jerking off?"

"Why wouldn't I, sweetheart?"

You chuckled and continued with what you were doing. After a few minutes of teasing yourself, you pulled your bottoms to the side and gathered the slick that was already running out of your hole. 

“Your pussy looks so good baby.”

You moan at his words while at the same time inserting one finger in.

“If you like it so much you should come and taste it.”

You could hear his hands going up and down his shaft, his moans and grunts. 

“Fuck honey, is that an invitation?”

You continued fingering yourself and bit your lip to suppress a moan that was trying to escape. 

“What if it is?”

“Well then, I hope you don’t mind if I take it.”

With that the line went dead. You looked at the phone dumbfounded, you couldn’t believe that first he hung up and second that you actually were doing this. You sighed loudly, you really needed to fuck now. 

“What a tease.”

You turned to put the phone down on the nightstand but a sound coming from the closet caught your attention. You turned your head in that direction and waited. There was some more rustling and then silence. The door opened slowly and from the darkness of the closet came out a man fully dressed in black, with what people call the ghostface mask. 

The shock that he had been here all along made your blood run cold. As he took steps towards you, you tried to back away as much as you could, however you could only go so far before your back hit the headboard. 

“Scared honey?”

You were breathing heavily, your heart beating so fast, you were sure he could hear it.

“Were you there the whole time?”

“What do you think sweetheart?”

He came to the side of the bed and propped one knee on the mattress. It deeped with the weight of it. Then he put the other and began to crawl towards you. When the masked man reached your legs, he grabbed your ankles and yanked down, making you lay beneath him. 

"Why are you scared? You were the one who gave the invitation."

That’s right you did invite him. But still there was a stranger in your house. 

"What do you want?" The words left your mouth without you processing them first. 

His head tilted to the side. "Well baby, why don’t you continue your little show for me?"

You were still scared but seeing him in person right in front of you ignited something in you. Even though there was a voice in your head telling you to run, you smothered it and decided to just let go for one night.

So to honor his wishes you picked up where you left. Underwear to the side with your fingers rubbing your clit. He was watching you closely, or at least you thought he was since he hadn’t taken off his mask. His hand started to wander your body, feather like, until they reached your tits. With the tip of his fingers he proceeded to trace your nipples. The sensation was so good it made you let out a soft moan.

"You like that?"

"Yeah."

The man then started to apply pressure on them and eventually pinching them and rolling them around in between his fingers.

"Fuck, don’t stop." 

"I'm not planning on it."

 The combination of you fingering yourself with the pressure in your nipples made you want to cum. 

"I'm gonna cum."

"Then do it."

His permission was all you needed to let the coil in your stomach to snapp. Your orgasm washed over you all while he was on his knees above you watching you with undivided attention. 

After the bliss passed you wanted more, but this time you wanted something else. The lust in your eyes told the man everything he needed. You rose from your lying position and put your hand on his chest and pushed him on his back, so now he was the one laying down. Your hands went to his pants, and you could feel his hard cock. 

“Did my show get that turned on?”

He let out a low laugh. “Of course.”You began to rub his dick through his pants and even with the layers of clothing you could feel how big it was. After a while you unbuckled his belt and pushed down his pants to free his cock from its confinement. As soon as you did it, it smacked against his stomach standing fully erected. Your eyes widened at the size.

“What? Scared it won’t fit? Don’t worry sweet cheeks, I'll make it fit.” He said that has he stroked your cheeks with his hand.

You had to admit, his dick was pretty. It stood at about 18cm, it wasn’t too thick, just the right amount, the length of it in itself was a pale color, just like the rest of him but the tip had a pretty pink undertone to it and to top it all off it had veins throughout its length. 

It made your mouth water. You started to kiss his length while at the same time running your thumb across the tip. You took your time to reach the tip which made the man become impatiente. 

“How can you say I’m a tease when you do this to me?”

Your answer was a smile, before you liked the precum of his tip and swallowed his cock. You were bobbing your head up and down, trying to put in your mouth as much as you could and what you couldn’t you stroke with your hand and with the other you were almost massaging his balls. If the moans he was letting out were a sign, you were sure to say that he was in pure bliss. 

“Fuck baby, you’re so good.”

You could feel your cunt pulsating, you wanted it so bad inside you. The masked man was thrusting his dick into your throat, so you relaxed it in order to accommodate him. You could feel his balls tightening in your hand, a sign he was about to cum.

“Stop.”

You didn’t listen to him, so he took matters into his own hands. The man ripped off of him and now you were in the same position you started. You lying beneath him, legs open to accommodate him, and him on top of you with both hands on each side of your head. 

“I told you to stop sweetheart.”

You didn’t say anything in response, just stared at him. He lowered himself, his face, that was still hidden behind the mask, was near your ear.

"Tell me what you want." He whispered.

"I want you."

He chuckled at your response.

"Of course you do."

He rose, his knees underneath your thighs. With his hand he grabbed your panties and in a quick motion he ripped them making you now bare, from the waist down. 

“Much better. Look at this pussy, so pretty for me.”

“I liked those.”

“Really? I’m so sorry.” He said in a mocking tone. 

You rolled your eyes and slapped your cunt. You let out a small cry that was mixed with a moan. He seemed pleased with your response and did it a few more times. You could feel the juices slipping out from your cunt and so did he.

“Alright sweet checks, time for some real fun.”

At the same time he was talking he was stroking his cock, precum leaking from the tip. With one hand on your thigh, pushing it against your torso and the other on his cock he began to put it inside you. First the tip, then his length, millimeter by millimeter. You could definitely feel the veins. His cock fitted perfectly, he felt it and you did too. 

“See, this pussy was made just for me.”

You nodded your head. The man then started with a slow pace, taking it almost out, leaving only the tip in, and then slamming it back inside. Everytime he thrusted inside you, you both let out a moan. While he was thrusting he removed his shirt, being now completely bare in exception to the mask. His chest was toned and his abs were perfectly defined. The only thing you knew was that the man that was fucking you was hot, and that was all that matered. For now.

The slow pace wasn’t enough for you so you met his thrusts in hopes he would understand what you wanted. He then pushed your other leg to your torso, putting you in a mating press position. Now he was going even deeper than before. His pace was also faster, pistoning his cock in and out of you as hard as he could.

“Fuck, that’s so good. Don’t stop.”

“I’m only stopping after you cum all over me baby.”

He grabbed you by the neck and squeezed it lightly. His pace didn’t falter and the sensation of his cock hitting your cervix was all that you needed. You couldn’t think of anything else but the feeling of his cock inside you. 

Yet to him it wasn’t enough. So he picked you up by your thighs and stood up, his cock never leaving your pussy.

“Hold on to me. Wrap your arms around my neck.”

You tried your best to keep them around his neck but you were too tired. 

“Come on, are you that cock drunk that you can’t even do that?”

You locked your fingers behind his neck, it was the best you could do for now. When he made sure you weren’t going to fall he continued fucking you. Only this time he fucked you much harder, gravity helping him with that. The only sound that could be heard were the skin of your ass and thighs slapping against his thighs and balls and both of your moans mixed together. 

You were about to cum, you could feel it, your walls were starting to clamp and tightening, so he knew you were about to cum too

“Come on sweetheart, cum for me again.”

He went even harder than before, you didn’t even know how it was possible. His balls hitting your ass, the tip of his cock hitting that spot inside of you that made you see stars. Before you could even warn him you came, squeezing his cock even tighter. However he didn’t stop, he kept going chasing his own height. But it was too much for you. He was overstimulating you to the maximum.

“Stop. I can’t.”

He laughed, beads of sweat running down his chest. 

“Yes you can. Give me one more.”

His brutal pace made you reach your height again in an instant. Only this time it felt different. When you, once again, reached your climax, you squirted all over him and at the same time he came inside you. You could feel his hot seed shooting inside you, filling you all the way up. Your mixed juices dripped on the floor. 

You were both panting heavily. The man layed you back down, on your back, on the bed and went inside the bathroom to grab a towel to clean you up. 

As he was cleaning you, a question left your mouth without you processing it. 

“Who are you?”

He stopped his motions and raised his head to look at you. Not once had he taken of his mask, so now here you lay gazing at the hollow eyes of a mask that hid a man that had given you the best fuck of your life. 

“You wouldn’t believe me even if I showed you.”

He didn’t say anything else and so neither did you. When he was done he put you under the covers and lay down beside you. 

“What are you doing?”

There was a pause of silence.

“Making sure you fall asleep safely.”

You smiled at that. As if another person would break into your house. A few minutes later you were fast asleep. And by the time you woke up the man was long gone. 

---------

When satoru got home he went to take a shower, even though he didn't want to get rid of the smell of you. 

The hot streams burned his skin, turning it bright red yet he needed it, his muscles were begging for it. Afterwards he felt renewed. He got back to his room, towel hanging low on his waist and another wrapped around his shoulders to prevent the droplets from falling to the ground. He dried his hair with a towel and put on some boxers before going to bed. He was so tired that as soon as his head hit the pillow he fell asleep.

When Satoru woke up, it was already past noon. The first thing he did was pick up his phone. He had a message, which wasn’t odd, what was odd was the person it was from. You.

His heart was hammering in his ribcage. Thousand questions running through his mind. How did she get my number? What could the message say?

The only way to put his worries to rest was to read it. With shaking hands, Satoru unlocked his phone and stared at the message with his eyes so wide, like he had seen a ghost.

Y/n: next time you want to fuck, don’t hide in my closet.

He was dumbfounded. How could you have known? Why aren’t you running to the police station? How did you get his number? 

And how exactly did you get his number.. Oh.. Oh my. Satoru did know how you got it, in fact Satoru had the answer to all his questions, because he had done the same as you.

You see, because Satoru was so busy stalking you and killing every man around you he had failed to notice that every woman around him had gone missing too. He also failed to notice that you knew very well that he was following you. And what the withe haired man didn’t know was that you knew perfectly well that he was hiding in your closet since the beginning, I mean how could you have not? it was blatantly obvious. 

You and Satoru were made for eachother, both wrapped around a cloud of madness that could consume you both if you didn’t have each other. You would both kill and die for each other and nothing could get in between you or they would suffer the consequence. 

──────༺🎃༻──────

All rights reserved © lavenderwriting. please do not copy, repost, translate, or modify my works in any platform.

#gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #gojo satoru x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo satoru #gojo imagine #gojo #jjk gojo #jjk x reader #jjk fanfic #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen

[tkmasquerade]

Royal punishment in the name of jambalaya

Summary: After discovering her father was suffering more than she thought, Charlie takes the oportunity to make the king of hell just let go and laugh, to make him feel better, disguising her intention with a punishment for messing with Alastor's jambalaya.

Content Warnings: Lucifer dealing with his depression and missing his wife, use of sleeping pills, canon-typical language, brief mild violence, use of restraints, a lot of fluff and playful tickling.

Word Count: 3,356 words. By: Witch Anon

It was late at night in the hotel, most of the residents were asleep or going to.

The king of hell was one of them. During the day he kept an easy-going demeanor for his daughter and everyone else, but at night, specially just before bed and when nobody is watching, his mask fell off.

Ever since his queen disappeared he had to become a rock his daughter could lean on, always reassuring her everything was going to be okay, he had to be strong to rule hell and to be a father... but every night he just missed her, his only rock he could lean onto, his life partner was gone...

The princess of hell, Charlie Morningstar, was taking one last stroll in the hallways of the hotel, getting close to his father's room, to wish him good night, but before she could even say something, she saw him by the barely open door and just watched.

She watched the king walk over his bed and sit on it, with a sad expression on his face. He took his hat off and his boots, and then looked at his hand... and took it to his mouth, in the motion like someone taking a medicine or a pill, and that exactly what the king was doing... next thing Charlie saw was Lucifer gulping down the pill, staring to the space, and smiled softly as que positioned himself better on the bed... and then...

".... Lilith..." he said in soft voice, but loud enough for his daughter to hear him.

Next thing that happened was the king softly falling on his back in the soft bed, starting to softly snore after a few seconds.

Charlie gasped when she saw that, and entered the room, avoiding to step in any of the rubber ducks scattered in the floor until she reached her father's bed, she tried to shake him a bit to see if she could wake him up but nope, he was out like a light... she looked around for a few seconds until she saw a medicine bottle and read it... sleeping pills, from the sloth ring, there was five of them in the bottle... it wasn’t difficult to put two and two together... she already knew he suffered depression, he himself confessed it to her after staying in the hotel, but now seeing he needed pills to sleep, probably because of sleepless nights told her it was worse than she thought... he really missed her mom, his wife.

"Ow... dad..." she whispered, looking at her sleeping father... she thought of at least tucking him in but she didn't want him to know she was there and saw that, so she quietly left the room, closing the door behind her.

She sighed, she wanted to help him, now knowing all the times Lucifer was there with her, he pretended to be all fine and okay, but carrying a really heavy load of negativity on his shoulders... she walked towards her room, maybe she could think in something in the morning.

-------------------------------------

A good night sleep didn't mean he wouldn't feel empty when he woke up.

The king slowly woke up, still being able to remember his blissful dream of his days back in Eden, back when he was an angel just resting his head on Lilith's lap, enjoying her voice, he could still feel her hands petting and combing his hair and wings... but he had to come back to reality.

It always happened, he would dream with her and feel sad in the morning because it was just a dream... but there was no time to feel like that, the day was starting, and as king he had to be ready for the day. He dragged himself to the bathroom to get a shower and get ready, that day deciding to just stay in white pants and a red tank top, Charlie already told him he could be casual at the hotel and be relaxed, he didn't had to be dressed like a king all the time, and he was happy to oblige.

Soon the king exits his room, his hooves tapping softly in the carpet as he made his way towards the lobby to have breakfast. During his walk he took the time to see the details and effort his daughter made to make the hotel look amazing, how her dedication could be seen in every corner, every flowerpot, how clean everything was... and couldn't help to think...

"Lilith would have love to see what our little girl has accomplished..." he said with a small smile.

A loud squealing ripped the king out of his deep thoughts, catching his attention and making him go faster in the hallway towards the source of the noise.

What surprise it was to go into the lobby of the hotel where a squirming Niffty was squealing and giggling up a storm in the claws of the radio demon himself, Alastor. The red deer currently had the maid lifted and secured in his hands and he was nibbling at the smaller demon's tummy, growling playfully. Niffty was giggling madly, her hands grabbing at Alastor's ear and hair but not really pushing him off, meaning she was actually happy and enjoying the moment. Husk was cleaning some cups in his bar nearby, for a moment smiling fondly at the sight, and then continuing to be grumpy as always. Angel was sitting in the other side of the couch, smirking watching the scene.

"Damn smiles, you're going to kill her of laughter if you keep going like that" the porn star said in amusement, actually having fun watching.

"Oh, don't be silly my feminine fellow~ she already dead!" the radio demon laughed.

Lucifer stayed in the door of the lobby, watching the scene, and couldn't help to smile softly watching, remembering how he used to play like that when Charlie was little, the little hell born squealing and giggling in his hands... it was a nice memory.

"Dad?"

Charlie's voice snapped him out of his thoughts, and the king looked at his daughter "Ah! Char-Char, sorry heh, good morning!" he said with his usual fake cheery voice.

"Ummm morning... did you sleep well?" Charlie asked casually.

"Like a baby~" he stretched a bit, what's for breakfast?

"Oh! well we're making bacon and eggs, for lunch we will have vegetable stew and at night Alastor said he was going to make jambalaya for everyone" Charlie explained, guiding his father to the kitchen.

"Really? Bambi is going to make dinner?" he said looking at the red demon, who even still playing with the maid gave him a little glare.

"Daaaaaad, i told you to call him by his name, i don't want another fight" Charlie said annoyed.

"Heheh, alright alright... i don't promise anything tho~" Lucifer smirked.

Charlie only rolled her eyes, Alastor and Lucifer always argued, it was an everyday thing now, they always argued about something and it almost always ended in a fight she had to break off.

Alastor scoffed for a moment looking towards the king, but he let it slide before continuing tickling a bit more and then released the little maid. Niffty ended in a giggly puddle sitting by his side.

-------------------------------------

The day continued without so much of a fuss except Lucifer and Alastor's bickering and Angel Dust flirting, before anyone could notice, it was almost night time.

"UFFFF!" Charlie sighed, leaving some papers aside and looking at her girlfriend "Today was surprisingly nice and quiet, there was no explosions or broken walls"

"Well that's true, everyone behaved today--"

BOOM! the whole place trembled a little, both girls looked at each other.

"We spoke too soon" Vaggie growled.

"Now what??" Charlie shouted.

Both went running towards the noise, encountering others who went to check as well, just to see Alastor sending his tentacles everywhere trying to hit or catch a white snake.

"What is going on here!?" exclaimed Charlie.

"Charlie my dear! what happens is that this snake devoured the shrimps i had for today's dinner, i can't make jambalaya anymore!" even if he was smiling, Alastor was pissed as hell, still trying to catch him.

"AWW come on busboy~! they were there and i had to eat them!" the little snake cackled, easily slipping out the tentacles grasp.

But suddenly a hand caught him by the tail and lifted him, Lucifer blinked and grew nervous when he saw a very angry princess of hell up close his face.

"Dad that was not nice, that was for everyone's dinner!" she said sternly.

"I'm pretty sure he already knew that my dear, he just wanted an excuse to mess with me" the red deer growled, his tentacles went away and walked towards the two.

"Wait then what are we going to eat for dinner?" asked Angel.

Charlie sighed, and took out some cash "Angel, Husk, Niffty and Vaggie please go buy some takeout for dinner" Charlie declared.

"Oh! to think we have to replace my jambalaya for takeout!" said a highly offended Alastor.

The designed group left, leaving the princess, the king and the radio host alone in the hotel.

"Weeeeell since it's already solved..." Lucifer started to say, about to slither away, just to have his daughter tighten her grip on his tail "ACK!"

"Oh no mister, you need a punishment alright, messing up with dinner like that?" said Charlie, and she felt a hand on her shoulder "huh?"

"Allow me my dear~" chuckled Alastor, i think i have the perfect punishment for your majesty.

Charlie was curious, and gave the snake to the red deer, Lucifer growled and tried to bite him but a strong grip on the base of his head and his tail rendered immobile.

"R-release me at once busboy!"  he tried to command, just to be ignored.

"Charlie, your father seemed eager all day to get on my nerves to have a laugh at my expense, what about we help him?"

"What do you mean?"

"He was watching how i was playing with Niffty in the morning, and so much he wants to have a laugh? we can do the same to him" Alastor smirked.

Oh no, Lucifer gulped, he knew what he meant, and it was no secret for Charlie he was ticklish as hell, she had seen him in the receiving end before, by her mom, the deadly sins, even Razzle and Dazzle.

Charlie understood and brightened, smiling, this could actually be beneficial at the end! knowing how sad her father has been, maybe this was exactly what he needed to cheer up!

"What a great idea Alastor!" she exclaimed, much to Lucifer's dismay "Dad, you have behaved poorly today, so please change back to normal and face the consequences" she said in her best authoritarian voice.

Too bad the only thing she managed is to appear cute in front of his father and the radio demon.

"Like i would! be serious, do you think i would change back knowing you're going to tickle me?" the snake said.

"Daaaaaad!" Charlie protested.

"Ah such a shame, seems i'll have to force you to turn back my lord" Alastor said, dropping to sit on the carpet comfortably, still holding Lucifer.

Charlie blinked and followed, sitting beside him "How are you going to do it Alastor?"

"A snake is pretty much sensitive everywhere, though the scales make it a bit more difficult" commented the red deer.

"HAH! guess i win then" Lucifer smirks, sticking his tongue out at the two.

"HOWEVER,~! there's a niiiice little weak spot we can exploit, my dear" Alastor chuckled in amusement seeing the king's smirk drop "And is riiiiiiight..."

"B-busboy i swear to my father, don't you dare! i'm warning YYYAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

Lucifer let out an uncharacteristically high-pitched squeal when he felt two fingers pinch repeatedly at the back of his neck. Ok, never in existence has ever tried to tickle him as a snake, so he wasn't at all prepared for the surprisingly strong ticklish sensations that resulted from the attack. Not to mention the deer demon's pointy claws were absolutely devastating and quick to deal the most agonizing session possible.

"A-ALASTOR!" the white snake cried out, his tail lashing out wildly without being able to get free. "HEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA! ST-STOP THAHAHAHAHAT!"

"OH HOOOO~! So the king does know my name~! not busboy, nor Bambi, nor bellhop!" he chuckled, turning to look at the princess by his side "Seems his memory is working just fine my dear~"

Charlie giggled a bit, seeing her father in such predicament "I'm sorry dad, but you had this coming, you know there's consequences for bad actions"

"Well said my dear~" Alastor was smirking widely looking at the snake in his hands "Bad luck for you, i used to hunt and eat snakes while alive so i know a lot about them, now behave and turn back to your normal form, or i can stay here aaaaaaall day"

Oh no, Lucifer's eyes widened as he was still laughing and squirming, he couldn't stand even five minutes of being tickled like this, much less could take a whole day before being driven completely insane, he couldn't even concentrate to turn into a different animal. Better just turn back and get the punishment over with.

With a loud POOF of red smoke and glitter, the king of hell laid there across the red deer's lap, taking a breath and a break now that Alastor let him go, but that was his downfall. Alastor snapped his fingers, and Lucifer gasped when a tentacle came out and wrapped itself under his arms, preventing him from protecting his torso. The king looked at his daughter and the radio demon, smiling sheepishly when they smirked at him.

"N-now now, we can talk about this" the king giggled nervously, seeing Alastor giving him a sinister smile and Charlie moving and sitting on his knees facing his hooves, to prevent him from kicking.

"Ohhh no can do your majesty~! specially because we still haven't heard a single "sorry" from you!" the deer wriggled his claws in front of him.

Lucifer gulped, his pride too big to give up just yet, he then tries to get into his demonic form but it was useless, his wings couldn't spread because of the tentacle, and his horns and tail did nothing to help. He then yelped and started giggling when he felt a finger poking around his ribs. But even giggling he looked at the red demon with a challenging look.

"N-nehehehehehever!" he managed to say while giggling.

"Oh well, suit yourself sir, Charlie my dear your father is sooooo stubborn! what do you say if we help him come up with the right words for an apology~?"

"Sounds good to me Alastor" she said in a fake angry tone, making evident how amused she was for the whole ordeal.

"Splendid~!" he looks at the nervous king "Let's start with these cute ribs of your sir~"

Lucifer snickered and squirmed without being able to break free, refusing to keep giving that deer what he wanted, but damn it was HARD! those single pointy claws poking and prodding around his ribs, he started giggling almost inmediatly.

"B-busboy, stohohop!" he giggled. "I-I don't like being tihihihickled!"

"Perhaps I'll stop once you apologize for your behaviour~" the radio demon bargained.

"N-No way," Lucifer blurted out "it's gonna t-tahahake a lot more than a fehehew t-t-tickles to break mehehehe!"

"Very well, your choice sir~!"

Alastor then immediately dug his fingers through Lucifer's shirt into his ribs, causing him to snort and giggle loudly as his senses were overloaded for a split second but still refusing to laugh, his fist hitting a few times against the tentacle. Great day to use clothes that didn't protected him at all, huh?

"Being a stubborn wiggly snake, hmm~? Holding it down will only be worse for you my lord” Alastor chuckled, adoring seeing the king like that “Perhaps I should give you a little incentive?"

"S-shuhuhuhuhut up!" Lucifer managed to say between giggles, not knowing it was about to get worse.

Alastor leaned his face a bit closer to Lucifer, without warning him before hand, his claws went to scribble over the king's soft belly.

"Coochie coochie coo~” Alastor cooed at him.

That did it, in no time at all, he burst out laughing and thrashing, his belly being too sensitive to stand the deer demon's claws, trying desperately to reach his arms down to protect himself but the tentacle prevented him to do so.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! ST-STAHAHAHAP THAT! N-NOT THEHEHEHERE" he cackled, hearing his daughter giggle at his predicament "C-CHARLIE HELP MEHEHEHEHE!"

"No can-do dad, you just have to apologize" Charlie said, giggling softly.

"NEHEHEHEHEVEEEEER!" he was still acting stubborn, but what the hell, this was actually fun! to just laugh and let go, it felt good!

Alastor growled, smiling evilly "Charlie my dear, what do you say if we take it up a notch~?"

Charlie then gasped, giggly, knowing what he meant "Of course my good sir!"

Lucifer didn't even had time to ask what they were planning, but the moment he felt a devious claw plunge into his belly button and wiggle, and his hooves being held down while fingers started scritching up and down, he lost it.

"NOHOHOHOHOHOOO! OHOHOHOHOHO MY GAHAHAHAHAHAD, STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP! WAHA-AAAIIEEE- WAHAHAAAAA- AHAHAHAHA!!" the king cackled and screeched at the intense ticklish sensation, trying to fight with everything he had to free himself from his bonds, but it was no use, he quickly was getting low on stamina.

"Ohhhh hoho! seems like a found a magic button that makes you laugh like a maniac~!" Alastor chuckled, his finger wiggling mercilessly in Lucifer's navel, while his other hand was alternating between scribbling and pinching all over his belly.

Charlie then heard something else in between her father's shrill laughter, she looked back and almost squealed from what she saw: her father's tail was thumping against the carpet vigorously. So, despite his protests, he was really enjoying himself!

But even Lucifer had a limit, and as much fun it was. His hands slapped weakly against the tentacle as tears began swelling up on the corners of his tightly-shut eyes. It was when Alastor leaned down and blew a giant raspberry over his navel and then started nibbling and growling playfully all over his belly that he decided to surrender.

He gave a high pitched squeal, "AHAHAHAHAHA! PLEASE STAHAHAHAHAP! I'M SORRY! I'M SO SAHAHAHAHARRY! MERCY, PLEHEHEHEHEASE, PLEEEEEASE!"

"Hmm~" Alastor mused, pinching all over the soft and sensitive belly, he turns to see the princess "Do you think is enough apology dear~?"

Charlie giggled, stopping her attack and leaving her dad's poor hooves alone "Yes Alastor, cease fire, he's had enough~" she declared.

The radio demon complied, stopping himself and snapping his fingers, the tentacle ceasing from existence and leaving the king in the carpet, Lucifer was giggling softly, his hands trying to rub away the ghost of the tickles. His hair was messy, he was tired and a mess, but... he looked genuinely happy.

"There your majesty, was that so hard~?" Alastor chuckled.

"Sorry dad, but you had it coming~" Charlie said, smiling.

"Y-you two are evil" Lucifer managed to say between giggles and panting.

"Why thank you my good sir! that's a compliment for me~" the radio demon laughed.

-------------------------------------

Again, in the dead of the night, the princess was taking her nightly stroll, and curiously went to check on her father. He was already asleep, but Charlie still was careful to not disturb him as she checked on him... she saw the medicine bottle in the night stand, and took it... her smile and joy could barely be contained when she saw the five pills were still there, meaning her father didn't take any of them that night. And the king was asleep, with a happy smile on his face, looking so peaceful.

Charlie left the bottle, this time putting a blanket over her sleeping father and went out, shutting the door quietly behind her. She maybe couldn't bring her mother back, but she was going to make sure her father gets better, and not leave him alone again.

~Fin~

#sfw tickle community #sfw tickles #sfw tickling #fluff #sfw tickle fic #tickle fic #fluffy tickles #tickle teasing #tickle talk #hazbin hotel tickles #ticklish!lucifer #hazbin hotel tickle fic #maskpost #lee!lucifer #ler!charlie #ler!alastor

[ossian94]

In the Bowls of the Starblazer

I wanted to illustrate this scene for some time now but never felt good enough to pull off something satisfying. But now I managed it and I feel quite proud of myself :)

Please take a look at the story over here: https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/42814/vanum

I would mean a lot to me to get some feedback for it.

Here you can read the scene I drew:

I shouldn't be here, he thinks and slows down. But he doesn't stop. It almost feels as if I don't have a real choice. Once Respin has reached the illuminated tank, he needs a moment to collect himself before he looks at the pale creature in it.

They have dressed this so-called weapon in the usual Recuperation-Patches. A light blue very lose tunic, floating around her like a spectral illusion, and pants of the same color. A translucent mask is placed on her face, which means she isn't able to breath underwater. In regular intervals silvery bubbles raise to the top of the tank. All of this framed by the vast mass of her silvery-white hair, of which a few strains coil like tentacles around her body.

Respin looks at her and the mesmerizing patterns on her pale skin, created by the current and the soft blue light illuminating her from above. The thought that not only the Empress wants to use her as weapon but also Slicer, makes Respin sad and very angry. This can‘t be this pale god they talked about, he ponders. A god wouldn't let themself be confined and used like this. Respin lowers his gaze and frowns. All of this shouldn't be of any concern to me. I'm just a simple, albeit bad Bladedancer and nothing more than a worthless soldier. Why do I worry about this being, whatever it might be? All I should be concerned with are my orders. Why do I feel like this? What's wrong with me?

Slow his thoughts move back to the Cult. The things he has heard about its teachings cross his mind like a soft ray of light. He could quit his service and become a follower of it. The Empire would hunt him down for this frivolity, sure. But everything is better than to help the Empress or anyone else in this madness. A smile crosses his face as he thinks about it. But then Serfin's face appears in his mind. He would follow Respin without a doubt, but he is sure that this isn’t what his Bondmate wants. With a loud crack his communication device interrupts Respin's thoughts and makes him almost jump up to the ceiling.

#artists on tumblr #original character #oc #scene illustration #science fiction #illustration #book illustration #digital art #original species #human #humanoid #water tank #laboratory #machinery #machines #machine #technical #technic #fantasy #spaceship #original story #web novel #webnovel #royalroad #blue #blue glow #glow #Respin #Selene #original art

[danse-or-farkas]

TESFEST22 Day 2: Magic

June 12th - Storms / Magic

I had enough notes and bits left in the WIP from yesterdays entry to throw together a chapter 2. There is now only a few hundred words left in the doc, the tank is empty, the well has run dry.

Please ignore that its technically the first hours of day 3 in my timezone.

Just short of 2400 words. will be posted to AO3 too.

Farkas entered the chamber, his sword held at the ready.

The air wasn’t tomb dry, that taste of magicka suspended rot and old earth drowned out by something else. Velum and scribes ink if he had to guess. No matter how he tried to find what about it was alerting him it slipped him by, growing ever more insistent by the second.

The Whelp was a handful of paces behind and letting him take the lead. Geir was usually much more heavy in his footfalls, perhaps taking the task seriously for once. Between Vilkas, Farkas, Skjor, and Aela they had gambled on a game of Pale Pass who was to be his sponsor and mentor in this task. Farkas’ losing cards decided the task fell to him alone.

They stepped down into what appeared to be some sort of meeting chamber, the draugr here slain as had the others along the path. Their wounds were seared, likely by silver, the hint of cooked foul meat something he had missed the first time this had happened.

He picked up a book from a table, crumbling between his fingers like it had before. He was supposed to make a comment about it, instead staring at it as it dissolved into dry flakes and fluttered lightly to the ground.

The trap room snapped shut, the trellis falling, and Miraak simply tilted his head and made a mildly interested ‘hmm’ at it.

Looking at him properly for the first time it came back to him. Oblivion, the masked man, the inability for him to dream of anywhere but the Infinite Library.

The Silver Hand poured into the room, weapons ready as Farkas stared at that golden mask.

He only paid them any attention when they started to say their lines, more irritated that they didn't have the courtesy to stay dead after the first and real time.

This time Farkas gave them no opportunity to gloat, tearing the armour from his chest with a snapping of quick release bolts. One of them whistled past Miraak with some force, shattering an urn behind him. He didn't even flinch, sparing it only a passing look.

Fur and muscle and teeth and claws burst free as the armour fell away cleanly, to the immediate panic of the hunters. The script they were following wavered, Miraak watching those half born things of memory and void plasm fall from their purpose and for a brief moment become almost alive.

They had barely a moment to respond when their leader had their head sent an impressive distance away and the one behind them lost their throat and jaw with only a swingle swing of razor sharp claws. One of them managed to swing their sword, clumsy and untrained, missing entirely. They had no time to try again,  having their arm snapped like a dry twig for the effort before it was torn free from their body entirely.

Farkas dropped low onto his haunches and launched himself into the other two, crushing one to the floor hard with a dry crunch as their skull connected to ancient stone. They convulsed once under paw, blood trickling from anywhere it could escape before they simply went limp. The other was thrown back, barely managing to even get back onto their feet when they were torn to ribbons from navel to neck.

He turned with a snarl, gripping the bars of the cage with enough force to bend the ancient metal inwards.

“Are you quite done?” Miraak simply looked right into those burning white eyes, catching the moment of surprise with mild amusement. That hadn’t been how it had gone the first time around either, Geir had responded with undisguised disgust.

The fur retreated with a snapping of tendons and reforming of bones, folding back into itself until there was just a man holding himself up against the bars, wet with gore and panting with exertion.

“I think I am.” Farkas said, somewhat understanding what was happening and where he was.

“So what did you say when this actually happened?” Miraak smiled to himself, hidden by the mask. Farkas was very good at regulating his body language and expression, or more likely simply didn’t express himself outwardly much, but Miraak was getting very good at spotting the tells. His shoulders would square up and tense, and he would run his tongue over his teeth when irritated or disappointed.

“Hope I didn’t scare you.” He almost mumbled it, his quest to get anything but a raised eyebrow from Miraak still failing.

“I can imagine it terrified the person you were actually with.” Miraak could see just how it would be. Farkas had been a beautiful force to witness, skilful in that form in a way he had not seen in a very long time. There had once been a great many werewolves on Solstheim, near all of them savage things lacking grace or control. Farkas was certainly a cut above them. Not that Miraak would actually admit it aloud.

“What about you? Nothing?” It was hopeful, almost endearing. Almost. Miraak had once kept the company of the highest castes of scholars and priests, now he was reduced to a dreaming werewolf and the utterly humourless Daedra that floated around like jellyfish.

“No.” Miraak considered elaborating, the truth harmless to give away. “I have spent years beyond count in Oblivion. There are things here beyond mortal comprehension capable of horror beyond sanity. You are nothing to fear against such twisted things.” There was leviathans in the ink seas with jaws wide enough to snap up whole sections of library deemed useless to Mora, jellyfish like masses that floated through the stacks and fed on the flesh of lost travellers as they found themselves paralysed and terribly aware of it all, and humanoid masses of pale worm like creatures that dragged themselves through the dark maintaining the oppressive silence with their very presence.

“Sorry to hear that.” Farkas actually meant it, and for the first time in several nights of suffering their presence Miraak found himself without a sharp response.

“If you wouldn't mind, you are woefully underdressed.” Miraak swiftly changed the subject. He had no need nor desire for the pity of another damned soul. The Daedra had them both, the difference being Miraak could feel the bindings of Mora where this lost wolf soul could not feel Hircines. Yet. Hircine would put no collar upon his hound, but he would be a slave even without it once the Hunting Grounds took him.

“I have nothing to hide.” Farkas pushed back off the bars, folding his arms over his chest.

“And direly little dignity either.” Miraak gently lifted his mask ever so slightly, dropping it back after a cooling moment of the outside air. In better times his temple had entertained beauties so fair and warriors handsome, they had danced and sang and debauched for his pleasure, all eager to warm his bed. Now he had only the fleeting sight of a naked werewolf. Eternity had apparently done terrible things to his standards.

He had conversed often and fiercely with poets and scholars, philosophers and mages, the finest minds of all of Mereth and beyond. Now he only had that same naked werewolf that was happy to answer questions with grunts of negative or affirmative.

He couldn’t decide which fall was worse.

He had not yet fallen so low as to allow something as base as petty lust inspired by isolation cloud his judgement. He would be Mora damned twice over before bending knee to Sanguines sphere.

“I’ve got no shame in the body the gods gave me. I thought you were a Nord.” The only Nords offended by bared skin were those raised as Colovians, too many generations of proximity to the Nibenean Imperials had made them prudish and stuffy.

“In my era we were warrior scholars, noble and forthright, the light of civilisation in a land of ice touched savages. We were brought low only by the yoke of the Dovah. Since then it seems we have become feral and dull.” Miraak gave him a deliberate look up and down, exaggerated and obvious. “And apparently also quite happy to let it all fly free for the chill winds of winter to take. Clothe yourself.”

“If you insist.” Farkas recovered his armour parts, sitting naked upon the cold ground as he fixed a set of temporary rivets into the holes and reassembled it.

It hadn’t once occurred to him that he could have simply thought it back together, Oblivion unlikely to resist his will over the image he pressed upon it. Miraak considered suggesting it, much happier to simply let him endure the pointless task. He was reduced to petty victories, utterly unable to do any harm to him beyond sending him back to the Mundus.

“Feim.” Miraak spoke the Word and stepped through the bars, Farkas’ head turning sharply toward the sound.

“You can Shout?” His brow crinkled in confusion, watching as Miraak snapped from barely there to real in an instant. He had been witness to his Thuum once before, but the pressure had struck him deaf before the words had reached him. Now he understood a little more just how he had been caught off guard. That would not happen again if it came to it.

“I am Dragonborn. The first of my kind.” Miraak snorted, mildly offended that his art was not shown the proper deference. The Tongues of the years after his fall, and worst of all the fool Windcaller and his Greybeard acolytes, had taken what he had forged and elevated into a divine art form and twisted it first into a brutish weapon and then a cowards mantra. He would spit upon them all given half a chance.

“Some good you’re doing stuck here. The Dragonborn we’ve got still hasn't done their job.” Farkas laughed, dropping the armour over his himself and shimmying until his head popped out of the right hole.

“I am aware.” Even Farkas felt the ice in his words. That was not a topic to be spoken lightly of. Or at all given how Farkas could almost hear him gritting his teeth.

“You’re aware?”

“I can’t see them, not directly, but I see the ripples they make upon the world. They shy from their duty out of cowardice, seeking profit with thieves and assassins over ending Alduin.” A sharp breath was drawn, Miraak clenching his fists so tight the scaled plates started to scratch and screech in protest. “They see the world teetering on the edge of the abyss and they do nothing.”

“You’re safe here in Oblivion though?”

“Am I?” Miraak’s laugh was sharp and bitter.

With a simple flick of his wrist the candles snuffed out, plunging the room into perfect darkness. He had seen the draugr walks the corridors of a hundred grave fortresses, unshakingly carrying out their orders to keep every last detail in its right place without understanding just why they did so, and that included keeping the candles lit. A strange thing he had never properly considered just where they got fresh wax or tallow from. If he had cared to check he would have found fat rendered tallow could be drawn from adventurers, tomb robbers and bandits just as easily as it was scrapped from the hex hatched walls of a bee hive.

He raised a hand, drawing a lazy circle with one finger. The image formed from the wispy almost colour of illusion magic, a pinprick of green and blue against the darkness that grew to show vast continents and oceans, the turn of storms and sunlight cast from somewhere beyond the purview of the spell.

“The Mundus is the focal point of reality, the binding point anchoring the Towers and holding the Void back.”

Miraak clasped his hands and pulled, the image drawing away. Farkas finally realised had been looking at the mortal world when he saw the familiar shape of Tamriel alone in the middle of an ocean, such a small thing between four great landmasses it barely compared to. He only could give name to Atmora, grim and white to the north, and Akavir coiled and verdant to the east. The shattered charred black mass to the west and the sprawling islands to the south were wholly unknown to him.

Vilkas might have known, or at least been able to make an educated guess. Farkas would have asked him if there was a way to explain that he had been spending his nights in Herma-Mora’s plane of Oblivion talking to a clearly very bored masked sorcerer without his brother thinking he had completely lost his mind. He had to suppose his situation and madness were one and the same, the touch of The Woodland Man and the Mad God not too different in the end.

The image pulled away to show their worlds place as a grain of sand suspended between eight pillars of white and glass, fire and brass that he knew by the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach were so impossibly large a mortal mind could never truly fathom them. Between each sat sixteen bright stars floating in something like oil or thinly diluted tar, ripples and waves upon them casting strange patterns and colours.

Miraak reached up and plucked the mortal world from its place crushing it between thumb and finger.

“Alduin wins and Oblivion sinks too, it’ll just take a few days longer.”

The pillars cracked and crumbled, falling away. The sixteen stars strained and fought as their light dulled, the ocean they had formed around themselves flowing away into nothingness. Soon there was darkness again.

Miraak snapped his fingers and the candles flickered alight again.

“That is the fate of all worlds should your fool of a Dragonborn fail.”

He turned, hoping to see his unwilling companion at least a little impressed by his feat of magic. He found only an empty chamber.

He tried not to be disappointed. It was a losing task, something he was becoming intimately familiar with.

Time had gotten away from him, dawn snatching his only company.

#tesfest22 #farkas #Miraak #maybe the Farkas/Miraak might be peeking through now #its mostly Miraak going 'i am not that desperate haha...unless'

[kathyprior4200]

Hazbin Hotel Episode One: "Overture" Part 1 (Helluva Scribe Remake)

“Overture” Part 1

A small red moon hovered in a red sky with a glowing red pentagram on it. An eerie silence swept over the polluted and grimy Pentagram City, located in Hell. Large red signs read in black letters: “Punishment” and “Your Days are Numbered,” near a spinning spotlight. A torn poster of a grinning horned angel blew in the wind, while red graffiti read “CLEANSE,” and “FUCK YOU, HEAVEN!” Another poster showed a grinning angel with dark black wings near a “WHORE!” sign. The streets were littered with the remains of monstrous creatures and demons, red blood dripping and staining many areas. Usually, many Hellborn demons and former humans called Sinners would interact with each other and often fight. But once every year, the demons had a foe they were wary of…the Exorcists. They were vulture-like and bloodthirsty angels who wore horned LED masks with Xs over the eyes and white glowing hideous grins. The angels would come down to Hell and kill as many Sinners as they could, relishing in the bloodshed. The ex-humans, unlike the Hellborn, would respawn in Hell, and the only way they (or any powerful demon) could permanently be killed was by a fatal blow from an angelic weapon.

Why did the Exorcists kill a whole bunch of demons? With more humans being sent to Hell in modern times, it was a gruesome method to curb overpopulation. The souls of dead demons would then become food for an evil eldritch goddess named Roo, sister and opposite to the heavenly Goddess who fathered the fallen angel Lucifer and all of creation. For Roo, the exterminations and violence were beneficial to her greedy hunger. For powerful Sinners called Overlords, it was a great opportunity to control more people in Hell and gain territory.

But one individual was heartbroken by the deaths of her people: Charlie Morningstar, the princess of Hell and daughter of Lucifer and Lilith.

Charlie’s shoulders slumped as she walked somberly onto the spiky balcony of her mansion. Her hair was long and blonde, tied in a curly ponytail reaching to her waist. She wore a light pink tuxedo shirt, her bowtie black and her undershirt white with two black buttons. She wore long black pants and pointed black shoes. Her face was white with red spots on her cheeks and large yellow eyes with black pupils and long eyelashes. In the background were large signs that read “WELCOME TO HELL.” A clock tower was nearby, showing the number 0.

Charlie glanced down at the bodies of her people littering the street and moved a hand across her face in sadness. Then with a flick of her finger, she shot fireworks into the red sky, music notes and gold music strings trailing behind the fiery sphere. Red, purple, and yellow fireworks boomed against the large glowing red pentagram in the sky. Coincidentally, it was New Year’s Day, also the day of the Extermination. The fireworks were a cue to the other demons that the dreaded Extermination was over and that it was safe to come out. Sure enough, two demons poked out of the windows of a nearby building. One was dark red with red eyes, the other was a female demon with long dark hair, a light purple face, teal eyes, and teal long nails. She wore a white dress and a purple hat with white trim and was hanging a rug outside the window. A red horned demon with small bat wings, one big eye and a small eye above it posed, wearing a spiky collar, and a black tank top. A sign read “Demon” nearby in white letters. Spiky black vines curled up the nearby yellow windows.

A pale demon woman opened up curtains as a red firework spread across the sky. She was Carmilla Carmine, a powerful Overlord and weapons dealer. Behind her was an ancient black spider-like demon named Zestial. He relaxed in a tall chair, sipping from a wine glass. A figure of a dinosaur woman Overlord posed with her glowing yellow eye. Behind her was the sitting silhouette of the red-eyed Lucifer, the king of Hell, holding his apple cane.

A large pink building read “Porn Studios,” a structure of red wide lips dotted with lights in the center. The building had pink windows and three pink Xs on the front. A teal-eyed, black haired, red-skinned succubus statue smiled and posed against the building in a short black dress and fishnet stockings. Strings of lights decorated the round roof of the studio. More fireworks sparked outside.

Safe inside Porn Studios were the three Vee Overlord villains: Vox, Valentino, and Velvette. Vox had a flat screen TV for a head and two large red eyes, his left eye larger and hypnotic. He wore a black suit with vertical teal stripes. His undershirt had red and black stripes, his collar dark teal with red trim, and his bowtie large and red. The center of his chest showed curved black lines and a circle in the center, representing a TV signal. A small black top hat on his head showed teal electricity lines and a red TV signal. His grinning teeth were teal and shark-like. Vox had ownership of all television in Hell and his VoxTech products. He had been gaining power over the years since his arrival from Earth in the 1950s. His phone had his logo on it, a teal V looking like electricity.

Grinning off to the side was Valentino, the owner of Porn Studios. He had arrived in Hell in the 1970s. He was a moth demon with glowing pink eyes under pink heart sunglasses with yellow trim. He had a pink tall top hat with black and white stripes, and a black and white feather on top (his right one was missing). He had four arms and wore a red robe with a fluffy white collar decorated with hearts. His sharp teeth were pink, and his face was grayish. He was a pimp and was the boss of porn star Angel Dust. His phone had a moth design on it with hearts.

Finally, the youngest was Velvette, the Overlord of social media. She had arrived in Hell in the 1990s. She had thick wild hair in two large ponytails, one white and one dark pink. She wore a white frilly dress with pink in the center, large poofy purple and pink shoulder covers, and sleeves decorated with pink and white stripes. Her face was gray, and her eyes were large and red with white iris and black pupils. Vox looked taken aback as she grinned and took a selfie with him with her cell phone. Her cell phone cover was pink with @ designs on the bottom and a heart chat design <3, also referencing the “3 Vs.”  She grinned as she stared down at her phone. 

Valentino stared down at his phone as he looked at his text conversation with Angel Dust.

Valentino: “Did you get my money, Angie baby?”

Angel Dust: “I’m witta John now. I don’t get why this needed to happen so soon after the Extermination tho. Boss.”

Valentino: “Just do it. No sas. K sugar.”

Angel Dust: “Yes Val.”

Meanwhile near Cannibal Town, short demons with top hats and ladies’ hats feasted happily on the body of a demon woman wearing a white dress and a pink hat. Odette and Clara were Carmilla Carmine’s daughters. They collected angelic weapons for her to sell to demons. Odette wore a white lab coat and round red glasses. Her hair was in a white ponytail, and she had short horns on her head. Her skin was white, and she wore black gloves. She wrote notes down on her clipboard. Next to her was her sister, Clara, who pulled a third angelic spear from the corpse and carried them with a smile, following her sister. Her skin was brown, her hair white and curly, with black curved horns and red eyes. She had a black tank top, short gray shorts, white leggings, and black shoes.

The doors to a building were pink glass decorated with teal eyes. Rosie, a Mary Poppins lookalike Overlord grinned as she crossed out “Franklin” in white paint on a sign that read “Franklin and Rosie Emporium.” Rosie was a tall cannibal Overlord with white skin, light hair, black eyes, sharp teeth, and a long black neck. She wore a large pink ladies’ hat, decorated with skulls, dark flowers, and long black feathers hanging from the back. Her Victorian style dress was in many shades of pink and her hat had a Day of the Dead style to it.

Not too far away, a brown demon with a reddish beaked face and red eyes wore a bloodstained white apron. He ripped off a demon corpse head and tossed it into a shopping cart that he pushed. Next to him was a white-skinned demon with a gray top hat, pink bandana, and dark gray shirt, smoking a cigarette with his green hairy arms. A casino, bank, and a Devil’s Diner were nearby. A cat-like demon had a grinning green face in the middle of his chest as he walked in the background. Near a red-haired demon woman listening to music, a lavender Beetlejuice demon appeared in red smoke with a grin and a pinstriped shirt.

A muscular dark purple demon walked around with glowing red eye tattoos near a transparent walking stick demon, an eel demon in the air, and a tan-green bird demon caught in the talons of a dark bird demon with a large mouth like a Venus Fly Trap. More posters were nearby: “You Deserve THIS,” “Sin Means Death,” “Extermination Mandatory” and “Resist, Lilith in Concert.” On a building was a shadowy grinning figure of Roo, the secret Goddess controlling all of Hell. A glowing hourglass was in the center of the city and four large clock faces were in all directions above it. Looming Exorcist statues were at the top of the tower like gargoyles. The clock tower rang out as the number of days until the next Extermination changed to 365.

Back on the balcony, Charlie sang her lament as her hair blew in the wind and tears streaked down her face.

“At the end of the rainbow, there’s happiness.

And to find it, how often I’ve tried.

But my life is a race

Just a wild goose chase

And my dreams have all been denied.”

“A ray of hope in this world of black

I wish the world to be free of sin.

But no matter hard I try

I can’t get by

I never seem to win.”

Charlie imagined her father’s stern silhouette behind her.

“Why have I always been a failure?

What can the reason be?

I wonder if the worlds to blame.

I wonder if it could be me.”

“I’m always chasing rainbows

Watching clouds drifting by

My schemes are just like my dreams

Ending in the sky.”

“Some fellows look and find the sunshine.

I always look and find the rain.

Some fellows make a winning sometimes.

I never even make a gain.

Believe me.”

“Will this world be a better place?

Or will loss never go away?

The choices I face, me, a disgrace.

Loss of hope here to stay.”

“I’m always chasing rainbows

Watching clouds drifting by

My schemes are just like my dreams

Ending in the sky.”

“I’m always chasing rainbows

Waiting to find a little bluebird

In vain.”

Tears fell down her face.

0 0 0

The golden Heaven Embassy building towered over Charlie, gleaming gold like an out of place church. The stained-glass windows showed Christian Crosses and images of wheels with white wings and eyes. The doorknobs were shaped like bronze half suns. Even the fences were golden and shaped like Exorcist spears and eyes. The highest steeple was the clock tower with the large hourglass of glowing sand, the imposing Exorcist gargoyle statues up top, and the pentagram clockfaces.

Charlie opened the doors of the Heaven Embassy and peeked inside. She had persuaded her father to meet with the angels to talk about the Extermination. Taking a deep breath, she hoped it would go well.

“Hello?”

Charlie felt like she was in an abandoned church cathedral. The walls were lavender with Egyptian-style fan designs on it. Exorcist gargoyle-like statues protruded from the walls as well as smaller heads below. The windows on either side of the walls had Christian Crosses on them. A spiral glowing chandelier hung from the tall ceiling. The purple stained-glass windows ahead showed an Ophanim angel wheel with four wings shooting out nine rays into flames below. There were golden couches off to the side in rows.

“Hello?”

“Hellooo…?” Charlie began again, her voice echoing. “Creepy,” she muttered.

Charlie walked up to the front desk. She tapped a small golden bell to ring it. A golden scroll and a golden feather ink pen hovered in front of her. The glowing scroll read “Heaven Embassy, sign in.”

“Okay, also creepy,” Charlie added as she took the feather pen and signed it. The scroll and pen flew up and disappeared before two twin doors slid open.

Charlie walked into the dark room. The walls were light blue with larger Egyptian fan designs. A globe on a nearby stand had four wings on it. A blue round table had a green outline and several fan-shaped chairs around it.

“Uh…hello? Is anyone here?”

The lights suddenly switched on. “Sup,” came a voice.

“Holy shit!” Charlie cried in surprise, falling over backwards. She stood up, readjusting her hair and pose. Before her were three angels. The taller one was Adam. He was sitting in one of the chairs eating a piece of bloody rib with black hands. His masked face was black, his eyes yellow and his teeth yellow and sharp. He had two curved black horns with pointed gold tips at the bottom. A golden halo with a vertical point in the center was over his head. He wore a high collared white robe with golden sleeves and a gray “A” in the center of his outfit. The bottom of his robe was decorated with diamonds and a dark gray lower trim. His wings were large and golden, folded behind him.

Next to him was his lieutenant Lute, who stood cold and serious, hands folded behind her. She wore an LED mask with an X over the right eye. The horns were black and curved backwards in curls, with thin white stripes on them. Her short gray dress was stained with blood, as were her white/gray gloves and her long white metallic combat boots. Her wings were white with a black outline and two black stripes referencing her high military rank. The halo over her head was black with a black vertical point in the center.

The third angel had a glowing teal-white crown and large eyes all over her body. She was a tall silhouette that sat in a taller chair in the background. Charlie couldn’t make out her features, but Adam said she was his Seraphim boss, Sera. Sera’s younger sister was Emily, a more cheerful accepting Seraphim angel.

“Hi, um, I’m Charlie,” Charlie recovered. “My dad gave me permission to meet you guys…”

“Yeah, I know,” Adam replied, eating his rib like a buzzsaw, leaving the bone behind.

“Okay, well it’s nice to meet you,” said Charlie, holding out her hand.

“Totally. Nice to meet you, too,” Adam added, holding out his black arm. Charlie went over to shake it, but instead her hand passed through his holographic hand which glitched on and off. Charlie flinched back and gasped.

Adam leaned forward with a mischievous grin.  “Ha! I fucking got you!” He turned to Lute. “Did you fucking see that?” Lute nodded.

He turned back to Charlie. “Ha. Good shit.”

Sera shook her head.

Charlie held out her hands. “Uh…so, wait. You aren’t here?”

“No. You think I’d come down there?” He laughed. “No, I mean, I love the vibe, totally, I love your tunes.” He leaned in uncomfortably close and jabbed at her chest with his long finger. “Pretty fucking hardcore, don’t get me wrong. But it’s such a bummer, man. Everything down there is just so “eugh” ya know?” He chuckled. “Ew.”

Charlie brushed it off. “Right. So, I’m happy we’ve got this opportunity to meet. There’s a project that I’ve been working on that I really want to talk to you about…”

Adam put a finger to Charlie’s lips.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey, slow down. We’ve got time. How about we get to know each other a little. Mmm.” He pointed his fingers forward, snapping them. “How about some lunch? You hungry? I got you.” He posed with two fingers forward. He held up a silver plate with the ribs on it. “Here’s my personal favorite. You’ll love it.”

“Uh…thanks,” Charlie said. She reached out to take a piece, but her hand passed through the hologram again, the ribs fizzing on and off.

Adam burst into laughter, pointing at her. “I got you again, bitch!” He laughed some more. “Fucking hilarious!” Charlie rolled her eyes.

“Enough games, Adam,” Sera reprimanded. “Let the princess speak.”

But before Charlie could talk about her project, she soon found herself sitting in boredom and annoyance as Adam boasted about his sex life and misogynistic talks. She propped up herself on her elbows as Adam talked.

“So, I was playin’ this gig, and for some fuckin’ reason, the Virtue chick was diggin’ on the drummer, and it’s like, ‘do you know who I am? I’m fuckin’ Adam. I’m the original dick!’” He pointed down to his penis.

‘Well, that’s one way of putting it,’ Charlie thought.

“All dicks descend from me. You think you want drummer dick?”

Lute shook her head.

“No way!” Adam declared. “I’m the dick-fuckin’ master!” He chewed on a piece of rib, enjoying it. He talked with his mouth full. “So, anyway, then we fucked and it was awesome. What’d you do this weekend?”

“Wait…your name is Adam?” Charlie asked. “Like the first man Adam? That means you…”

Charlie winced. “Oooh.” Adam being, well, a dick, was the reason why her mother Lilith had left him. She muttered, “That explains so much.”

Adam smirked. “I know. I fucking rock.” He did a horned rock gesture with his hand.

“Well, Adam, sir. Mr. Adam, sir…” Charlie began.

Adam smirked. “Call me Dickmaster.”

“Adam. You seem like a smart…well, stand-up guy.”

“Uh-huh,” Adam responded, picking his teeth.

“And I know you are the leader of the angels. And you are a big thinker, a revolutionary. A-a genius!”

Adam shrugged. “I mean, your words, babe.”

“Who would really love to put his name on something.”

“Fucking love putting my name on shit! Shit’s the best!” He banged both fists on the table. “You should’ve seen my latest single album. Hot as fire!” He briefly showed an album cover that showed art of himself using his penis to blow fire at a bunch of shadow demons as sexy female angels flew around him. “Dick-Re-Mastered” was in bold gold rocker font on the top. Charlie made a disgusted face, then recovered again.

“Well…your influence could be a solution to our biggest problem!” Charlie said.

“Oh, herpes. Yeah, that’s a bitch,” said Adam.

“No!” Charlie cried. “Our…other biggest problem.”

“Oh…uh…ugly people?” He briefly looked at the audience, eyebrow raised with a smirk. “Earth people are hideous.”

“Not that…” Charlie started.

“Math?” Adam asked. “Global warming? Nah, wait, that’s Earth’s problem. Ummm…”

Adam pondered some more. He soon ran out of ideas and began more sexist rambles. “When you take her out for the fifth time, and she still expects you to pay the check but you’re like…” He did a high-pitched voice, “’Hey, I thought you wanted equality!’”

The plate of ribs was finished in front of him.

“NO!” Charlie yelled in frustration. “You and your angels killing MY people in Hell!”

“Oooh,” Adam realized, chucking. “Well, that’s not a problem! We got that covered!” He turned to Lute. “How many demons did you kill this year?”

Lute marched forward, hands behind her back. “Got a good 275 this year, sir.”

Lute then flexed her arm muscles, a women’s “We Can Do It” gesture.

Adam was impressed. “275? Woah! Badass! Awesome job, Danger Tits! Pound it!”

Adam raised a fist and Lute did a Miraculous Ladybug fist-bump.

Charlie held out her hands, standing up. “Uh, no, not awesome. Those are my people, you know that, right?”

“Oh yeah,” Adam did a mock solemn prayer, hands folded together. “That must suck for you!” He burst into laughter.

“But these are souls…human souls just the same as the ones you have up in Heaven.”

“They are not the same,” Lute responded coldly. “They had their chance and they earned damnation.”

“You’re wrong,” Charlie argued. “Sinners made mistakes, sure, but everyone makes mistakes.”

“Angels don’t make mistakes,” Lute responded.

“You really think that?” Charlie asked.

“I know that,” she declared.

“But my dad Lucifer was an angel and he fell to Hell.”

“He was a traitor who abandoned his ways. Any traitor is just as bad as a Sinner and a demon.”

“Yeah, I’ve never made a mistake in my fuckin’ life!” Adam boasted.

Charlie’s eyes narrowed. “Then why did Lilith leave you? Your…cocky ego?”

Adam glared and let out a forced chuckle. “The sexy bitch couldn’t handle my demands, so she foolishly fled from me and caused sin to erupt, along with Eve and your bastard dad.”

Charlie’s eyes briefly flared red. “Well, at least she found someone truly worthy enough to call her husband.”

“Then let me ask you, babe, where is she now?”

Charlie froze, fear and despair in her eyes. The room slowly turned an ominous red.  Lute walked around the table near Charlie like a vulture. “The only reason you’re still here is because daddy gave you and your Hellborn kind a pardon from an Exorcist blade. How does that feel, to know how little you matter?”

Charlie’s face fell, soon at a loss for words.

Sera cleared her throat. “I know that what we do may seem harsh. But due to a malevolent influence in your world, there is a worry that too many demons will turn dark and spread to Heaven and Earth.”

“What influence?” Charlie asked.

“Not for me to say,” Sera responded, slightly nervous. “I don’t like the thought of your people suffering, but we had no choice. If Sinners continue to overpopulate your world, Hell will become unhabitable. And the dark one in Hell always needs to be properly feed…”

Sera then turned her head away, having already said too much.

Adam just smirked and said, “Oops, almost out of time. Guess we should get into it.” Charlie had a bad feeling that he wasted her time on purpose.

“Oh fuck!” Charlie gasped. She stood up and pushed a chair aside. “Okay, I’ve got a lot to get though and not a lot of time and I feel like you weren’t hearing me before, so here it goes.” She pulled out her papers and placed them on the table.

She coughed and talked fast almost in a song.

“I know Hell’s population is out of control.

It’s a bad situation.

It’s taking a toll.

If we rehab these Sinners

And cleanse all their souls

At my Happy Hotel…”

Charlie flipped through drawings she did on the papers: one of smiling stick-figure demons under a red pentagram. The next drawing showed the demons crowded together and frowning. The next showed the Hazbin Hotel with a rainbow in the sky and pink hearts.

Charlie rambled through her stack of papers, clearly nervous.

“Wait, I’m getting ahead of myself!”

“Right! Extermination!”

She held up another drawing of angels flying down with spears, killing demons on the ground.

“I know you guys fly down

Just to kill once a year

And it must be annoying

To schlep all the way here…”

“We have a portal for that,” deadpanned Lute.

Charlie continued, throwing her papers with a sparkly rainbow that briefly appeared behind an unimpressed Adam. Charlie held another drawing of angels and demons holding hands under a rainbow, stars, and more hearts.

“If they join you in Heaven

That trip disappears!

You can wave that chore farewell!”

She took a big breath of air.

“It’ll be a happy day in…”

“Let me stop you right there,” Adam interrupted in song, his palm out. Charlie rolled up her paper and flinched. “Oh.”

“Save us all precious time…”

“Okay…” Charlie began.

“If what you’re suggesting

Is letting them climb

Up the ladder,

Oh, they’d rather cross the Pearly Gates?”

“Well, uh…” Charlie started before Adam cut in.

“Sorry, sweetie. But there’s no defyin’ their fates!”

Adam jumped onto the table, knocking over the plate of ribs to the floor.

“’Cause Hell is forever

Whether you like it or not.

Had their chance to behave better

Now they boil in the pot!”

Charlie imagined flying toward the golden gates, only for her to be pulled backwards and tossed around in a bloody cauldron. Adam stirred it and screaming demons, blood, and organs spilled out. Adam tossed the gory contents out, Charlie screaming in the bloody stream.

“’Cause the rules are black and white

There’s no use in tryin’ to fight it.

They’re burnin’ for their lives

Until we kill them again!”

Adam turned white on one half of his face and black on his other half. Charlie tried to climb up the bloody pit full of dead demons, but Adam stood mockingly above her as Lute twirled her sword and knocked her down.

Charlie soon recovered from her awful imaginings.

“Okay, but…” Charlie tried again, tearing her paper in her hands. Adam continued.

“Just try to chillax, babe.

You’re wasting your breath.

Did I hear you imply

That they don’t deserve death?

Are they Winners?

Are they Sinners?

‘Cause it’s cut and dry.”

“Well, actually if you take a look…”

Adam interrupted her again. “Fair is fair, an eye for an eye!”

Adam zoomed up to the ceiling and a sphere of light appeared behind him.  Charlie fell to the floor.

“And when all’s said and done (Said and done)

There’s the question of fun (Fun)”

Adam stepped down onto five white cloud stairs as if he were royalty or a god.

“And for those of us with Divine Ordainment

Extermination is entertainment!”

Adam laughed as he summoned his golden guitar. The top was shaped like a harp and the bottom was golden and curved like a large harp. He laughed and danced as he made rock guitar noises. Lute flew around with Adam, dancing in the air.

“Bow-now-now-nowow, Guitar solo, fuck yeah! Oh-da-ah-ah-now-now-n-now-n-nownownowonow!”

“Ugh…” Charlie solely got up from the floor as Adam sang some more.

“’Cause Hell is forever

Whether you like it or not.”

Four golden mirages of Exorcists appeared around Adam. They danced and clapped and supported Adam like warrior back-up dancers.

Charlie stepped back in fear as they surrounded her, clapping to the song. “Where the Hell did you people come from?!”

“…Had their chance to become better

Now they boil in the pot.

‘Cause the rules are black and white

There’s no use in tryin’ to fight it.

They’re burnin’ for their lives

Until we kill them again!”

Adam and Lute did another fist-bump as they flew together in sync. Adam did a fast spiral twirl before strumming his golden light guitar hard, sending an explosion of energy across the room.

“Fuckin’ Hell’s forever

And it’s meant to suck a lot!

So, give up your dumb endeavor

‘Cause you don’t have a shot!”

Adam, Lute, and the golden Exorcists flew together in sync, smiling and mocking Charlie. Charlie growled in anger as her demon form briefly sprouted up: red eyes, sharp teeth, pointed horns from her head, burning the paper in her hands and waving her long blonde hair.

 “Long as I’ve got your attention

I guess I should probably mention…”

Adam summoned a golden wrapped up scroll in his hands and flew over to Charlie.

“That we made the determination

To move up the next Extermination!”

Adam opened up the scroll and it showed a drawing of Adam with the words “FUCK YOU I DO WHAT I WANT!”

“WHAT?!” Charlie screamed, not believing what she was hearing.

Adam grinned maliciously.

“Can’t wait a whole year

To slaughter those little cunts.

I know it’s just been a week

But we’ll be back in six months!”

To Charlie’s horror, Adam blasted her from the room, using the energy from his magic guitar. Lute winked and the papers flew out of the room with another blast from his guitar. Charlie crumpled onto the floor, papers flying everywhere in a mess.

Charlie stood up; hand outstretched in desperation.

Sera cleared her throat, glaring at Adam before turning to Charlie, still in shadow. “More Sinners are entering Hell, creating an imbalance to the realms. After listening to your…rather peculiar proposal, I am willing to give your hotel a chance. If you can prove that a Sinner can be redeemed in six months, I will cease the Exterminations.”

Adam groaned in disappointment.

Sera glared. “But if you fail…”

Sera stared sadly at Adam and Lute who made gestures of slicing demons’ throats.

“See you in six months, bitch!” Adam cackled, strumming his guitar. 

“Um, wait, you-you…”

Charlie raced toward the closing doors. Adam grinned as played a parting guitar solo. The doors closed before her, leaving her in darkness.

Charlie pounded her fist on the doors in defeat. “UGH, SHIT!”

0 0 0

Back in Hell, a dark blue demon with four arms and large red eyes screamed as he fell to the ground. He lifted himself up, rubbing his face and chest in relief.

“Oh! I’m alive! I’m alive!”

The demon was promptly run over by an oncoming car in a splatter of blood.

The car stopped and a tall white spider demon got out: Angel Dust. He wore tall dark boots, dark pink gloves, and a black collar around his neck. His suit was white with pink horizontal stripes, his shirt collar was dark pink, and he had a black bowtie with a pink center. His face was white and furry, and his eyes had dark pink irises. The left eye was black, and the right eye was white. His furry white hair was part of his face and was decorated with light pink spots and a pink heart at the back. He also had three pink dots under his eyes which were hidden eyes, a gold sharp tooth and four arms, hiding an extra pair.

Angel Dust leaned his arm on the door, slicking his hair back and smirking.

“Heh. Thanks for the fun time, hot stuff!” mused Travis from inside the car.

“Yeah, yeah, listen,” he said, closing the door and pointing at him. “It’s discrete, ya hear me?” He peeked his head through the open window. “I can’t let it get out I’m offerin’ my services to randos on the street.” He gestured with his fingers. “It was a quick cash grab, ya got it?” He smiled and snapped his fingers in a pose. Outside were various store signs: “Jackpot Hotel,” “Devil’s Diner,” “The Redroom Cocktails,” “Dentist,” “Pub – drugs here,” “Fossil’s Gas,” “Bonkoz Sex Toyz,” “Killer Club,” and “Hellish Delights.”

Travis scoffed. He was a gray hairy demon wearing a gray hat. He had long claws and one of his eyes was black with a red heart. “Whatever you say, slut!” He burst into laughter.

Angel Dust posed dramatically and spoke sarcastically. “Ouch! Oh, such an insult!”

He leaned in toward Travis, whose face fell.

“Let me know when you’ve come up with something creative to call me, you sack of poorly packaged horse shit!” He poked Travis on the nose.

“Tell the misses I said ‘hi’,” Angel Dust smirked. “Shnuckums!” He gave Travis a kiss and let go of his collar, moving his head back out the window.

Travis rolled up the window and grumbled as he drove off. “Poorly pack of…”

His car flipped over on its side and crashed in the distance.

Angel Dust glanced off to the side and spotted a store. A yellow door was there and a dark door with an upside-down Christian cross on it. There was a poster advertising a needle, and another poster that read, “Just a few miles away: Casino.”

Angel Dust’s eyes lit up as he spotted a red vending machine decorated with white dots labeled “drugs” in white letters.

Angel Dust glanced at the options: “Coke!”, “Bojack,” “McWeedies420,” “Squip,” “Hero-in,” “Krunchy Krokodile,” and “Angel Dust.” Angel Dust pressed the pink “Angel Dust” button and a white sack of drugs fell into the slot. He grinned and snatched it up. He greedily held it in his hands and was about to open it when another demon snatched it from him and ran off. He had a white face, horns, and wore a black hoodie.

“Yoink!”

“Hey!” Angel Dust yelled.

“Up yours, drag show!” mocked the running demon before he promptly got crushed by a falling boulder. Nearby were more signs: “Begg Slut,” “We couldn’t think of a pun for our shop, but we sell HARD DRUGS!”

“Oh my God!�� Angel Dust exclaimed in horror. He picked up a piece of the sack, ignoring the twitching arm of the demon. He stared dejectedly at the piece in his hand. “My drugs! Dammit!”

Angel Dust then glared into the distance and spotted something in the red sky. It was a zeppelin warship that was firing blasts and explosive lasers, destroying several buildings. Magenta flames came out of one cannon and a laser beamed out from another, causing explosions in neon pink smoke.

Inside the ship, there were snake scale designs that decorated the windows. Yellow cabinets were decorated with pink eyes and another pink eye was on a gear on the wall. Sir Pentious icons lined the walls as well. Golden stairs leading up to the higher platform were on structures shaped like snakes. Minions scurried on the lower floor, the Egg Boiz. The eggs had two small black legs, small black arms, and wore gray pinstriped suits with vertical yellow lines, yellow undershirts, and black neckties. They also had small black top hats with a pink rim in the middle. Operating the control at the top was Sir Pentious himself. He was a serpent Overlord who had lived in London in the 1800s as an evil steampunk inventor. He had a dark gray face, sharp yellow fangs, and large pink eyes. His top hat was gray with a large pink eye and sharp yellow teeth of its own. He also wore a gray pinstriped suit with yellow lines, black gloves with pink fingertips, a black bowtie with a yellow center, a yellow undershirt and a pink eye in the middle. His hood was long and black, revealing a yellow interior and hypnotizing pink eyes when he opened it up. The lower part of his body was of a large serpent with black and yellow scales and more pink eyes.

Sir Pentious laughed manically at the controls.

“Those other cowardly Ssssinners dare not hinder my territorial takeover! A wise decision! The power of my machines are unmatched!” He pulled two levers forward and his hood opened. “No other demon can compare to the likes of I!”

“Gee! That was pretty swell, boss!” cheered Egg 23.

“Yeah!” chimed in Egg 666.

“You really showed them what for!” added a third Egg Boi, getting onto the controls, mimicking guns with his hands. “I liked when you shot them with your ray gun!” A fourth Egg Boi playfully rang his fingers alone Sir Pentious’ lower half. Sir Pentious angrily slapped the egg away.

“I wish he’d shoot me with his ray gun,” sighed Egg 23. Another egg patted him.

Sir Pentious rolled his eyes and continued, hood opening. “At this rate, I will seize control of the entire west side of the Pentagram by days end!” He pushed some buttons and looked at a red diagram with pentagrams on it. He pulled two levers toward him. “And nothing, not a single beast in this inferno of suffering will be able to take back this empire from my constrictive grasp!” He grinned as he squeezed another Egg Boi in his tail.  Another Egg Boi opened up a teal bottle of brown liquid whisky, the cork flying toward Sir Pentious’ face.

“Oh boy!” cheered another Egg Boi as Sir Pentious elbowed the Egg Boi holding the bottle away and tossed the squeezed Egg Boi aside.

“Hell will be mine! And everybody will know the name of Sir Pen…”

“EDGELORD!” interrupted a voice.

Sir Pentious and the Egg Boiz froze in shock. Sir Pentious then looked around. “Pardon?! Who said that?!”

He leaned down angrily at two Egg Boiz, offended.

“What did you just say to me you fried chicken fetuses?!” The Egg Boiz shook in fear.

“Ssspeak up!” Sir Pentious hissed.

“That wasn’t us, Mr. Bossman,” said one of the Egg Boiz.

Something fell through a large yellow glass window at the front of the ship. A pink round cherry bomb with a black skull on it flipped through the air and landed with a bounce onto the floor. Sir Pentious flinched in fear as the fuse burned down and the bomb blew up in red smoke. Sir Pentious coughed and hacked as the ship filled with crimson smoke and sparkles.

“You lookin’ for a fight, old man?!”

He looked up and spotted his rival, Cherri Bomb. She wore torn black pants and one high heel pink boot. She wore a short dark pink tank top with a black x on it, and a lower dark pink skirt with white buttons on it. She had a light gray and white long sleeve on her right arm with a light gray fingerless glove. She had a black fingerless glove on her left hand, which tossed another bomb up and down. Her skin was white with dark pink freckles. She had one large pink cyclops eye with a yellow x in the center and thick pink and yellow hair in a long ponytail. She had arrived in Hell in the 1980s.

She grinned with sharp teeth. “Why don’t you get that tinker toy bullshit off my turf before I smash it?!” She caught her bomb. A piece of dark pipe fell down to the floor onto a dead Egg Boi next to Cherri Bomb. “More,” she added with a grin.

Sir Pentious hissed, his hood opening. “Oh! You wanna go, missy?! Well, I’m happy to oblige! Ah ha ha!” He laughed evilly as Egg Boiz posed with tasers and wrenches in their hands next to him.

Cherri Bomb just scoffed. With graceful leaps, she avoided the blasts and threw down another bomb. She used the cover to escape, jumping down and swinging once from the anchor at the bottom of the ship. Landing gracefully on the ground, she continued her assault from below.

“Catch me if you can, snake man!” she taunted out loud.

“Get her!” he bellowed through the red smoke, the eggs running in a frenzy.

The minions jumped to the ground after her, the Overlord following suit. Cherri Bomb dodged a blast, grinned, and picked up the minion egg. She spun around and threw the minion straight into Sir Pentious’ face. The snake threw the egg back at her, and she caught it with one hand.

“Thanks for the gift!” Cherri Bomb called out, before cracking the egg open with an evil grin. She placed a bomb into it, then threw it back…straight into his face. Sir Pentious could only make a face of surprise before the egg blew up in pink smoke.

“Why you little…”

Cherri Bomb ducked as another egg sailed over her head.

Just then, a familiar drug-addict white demon stomped on an egg minion and threw a grenade in the distance.

“Angel!” called Cherri Bomb, happy to have her partner in crime arrive.

“Great to see you too, sweetie,” he replied.

Pink explosions filled the air as the fight continued.

“Hey, thanks for the backup, Angie!” Cherri Bomb smiled as she fired a flaming red blast from a metal cannon weapon toward Sir Pentious.

Angel Dust laughed, leaning against a black rock as a cover. He threw a grenade over his head.

“Hahaha! Are you kiddin’? This is the best action I’ve seen in ages!”

A pink explosion rocked the streets.

“Where have you been anyway?” Cherri Bomb asked as she removed a fuse from another bomb. “I thought you up and died or some shit.”

“Oh, I wish,” Angel Dust remarked as he lit another fuse and handed the bomb to his ally. “I’ve been staying at this crappy hotel on the other side of town. Some broads are lettin’ me stay rent-free if I play nice.”

Cherri Bomb threw her bomb, then ducked beside Angel Dust behind the rock. They both covered their ears. A column of green smoke rose into the air with a fiery whoosh. The duo leaped over the rock and charged at the army of egg minions. Using four arms, Angel Dust fired rapidly from a tommy gun at the minions, making some of them explode.

He sighed and used one of his hands to gesture, “Y’know, no fights, no pranks, no ‘problematic language.’ Her words, not mine.”

Angel Dust tripped an unsuspecting minion, sending him into the air and exploding in a yellow yolk mess. Angel Dust waved a spiked club and continued firing his gun, his shadow silhouette briefly behind him. A pot shop stood in the background, with marijuana leaves near the sign.

“These bitches are no fun!” Angel Dust complained in frustration. Splatters of yolk landed on his head and face. “I’ve been clean for two weeks!”

“Holy shit!” Cherri Bomb yelled after avoiding a green explosion and leaping into the air, more bombs in her hands.

Angel Dust scooped up yolk with his pink gloved finger. “Well, sorta clean.” He smashed apart another egg minion with his club. “As clean as you can get with a shitload of Bolivian marching powder.” Angel Dust’s shadowy silhouette displayed sharp fangs as Cherri Bomb posed in the background. A sign read “50% off meth,” above a small supermarket.

A black chain wrapped tightly around Angel Dust’s waist and chest, sending him flying backwards. Cherri Bomb gasped as her ally was pulled away. Sir Pentious threw the chained Angel Dust hard onto the ground a distance away. The spider demon landed with a thud against volcanic rock.

“Oh, harder daddy!” Angel Dust teased with a wide smirk.

Sir Pentious gasped, eyes tearing up. “Son?!”

Angel Dust stared blankly, one eyebrow raised, a look of disbelief on his face.

Cherri Bomb rushed into action, landing a sharp kick to Sir Pentious’ back. The snake landed on the ground, then hissed threateningly. He stood up in anger.

“You whores have no class!” he exclaimed. “In war, the side remembered is the side with the most…style.” He sprung his bowtie in emphasis.

Cherri Bomb broke open an egg and tossed the shells aside. Angel Dust stood up, freeing himself from the chains.

“Or the side that ain’t dead,” Cherri Bomb added.

“Speaking of style, is your hat like, alive or something?” asked the spider demon, wiggling his fingers.

Sir Pentious hissed. “Oh, well that’s none of your goddamn business, now is it?”

Angel Dust continued, “Would that make your hat the top and you the bottom?”

He and Cherri Bomb burst into laughter. A pink “loser” sign pointed at the oblivious villain snake. “Ooooh,” said a minion near him. “One hellish burn.” The snake slapped the egg with his hand.

“I’m going to blow you to bits!” Sir Pentious hissed, pointing at them.

“Hmmm! Kinky!” Angel Dust teased with a smirk.

“Not like that! Pervert!” Sir Pentious retorted, pointing a finger. Cherri Bomb and Angel Dust held in laughter.

An advertisement displaying a plate of sausage, eggs, and a tomato slice stood halfway buried in the ground. A glowing pink sign pointing down read “pussy.” Another yellow sign read, “Sex here.”

Angel Dust suddenly pushed Cherri Bomb out of the way, as an egg minion shot tendrils of claws from behind them. The claws had eyes in the center and grabbed onto Angel Dust’s four wrists. He struggled to free himself, the cords stretching.

Sir Pentious grinned, leaning in. “Not so cocky now, are we?”

“Y’know, you really need to watch what’s coming out of your mouth,” Angel Dust remarked. “I’ve been making sex jokes this whole time!” A drill poked out from the ground, Angel Dust barely avoiding it. A minion held a drill in his small hands at Angel Dust. Two extra arms popped out from Angel Dust’s body, holding his rifle.

“And it’s obvious you ain’t catching on,” Angel Dust said, cocking his gun. “I mean, it’s just…sad!”

The spider jumped into the air, freeing himself and firing the gun. The blast hit Sir Pentious and his gray top hat fell off. Angel Dust flipped him the bird.

Cherri Bomb popped up next to Angel Dust, walking sideways. “Think you’re gonna get into a lot of trouble for this?”

“Eh, what’s one little brawl gonna cause?” Angel Dust shrugged his shoulders and retracted his extra arms. Sir Pentious lay fuming on the ground.

More egg minions scrambled over to the edge of a high cliff, overlooking the scene. Eggshells and yolk puddles littered the cracked street.

Cherri Bomb playfully elbowed Angel Dust. “Glad ya haven’t changed. You know you’re my favorite guy to party with!”

“You know it, sugar tits,” Angel Dust replied with a playful grin.

“You ready to finish this?” Cherri Bomb asked. She rolled a bomb from one of her shoulders to her other shoulder, then into her hand.

Angel Dust cocked his gun again. “Born ready, baby!”

The duo charged at Sir Pentious. Cherri Bomb sang, “Hello, daddy. Hello mom. I’m your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb! Hello world! I’m your wild girl. I’m your ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb!” Everyone yelled.

0 0 0

Transcript during the 666 News broadcast:

“BREAKING NEWS! A LARGE-SCALE TURF WAR IS UNDERWAY IN PENTAGRAM CITY BETWEEN SIR PENTIOUS AND CHERRI BOMB. THE SURROUNDING AREAS ARE COVERED IN DEBRIS, SO PLEASE AVOID DOWNTOWN ON YOUR COMMUTE TODAY. TRAFFIC IS “HELLA” BACKED UP. GET IT? “HELL” BUT WITH AN “A” AT THE END? THAT’S A WORD YOUNGER PEOPLE SEEM TO ENJOY USING. I DON’T REALLY LIKE IT, THOUGH. I WROTE IT BECAUSE IT SEEMED LIKE THE NATURAL KIND OF PUN TO MAKE FOR THIS SITUATION, BUT NOW THAT I SEE IT IN TEXT, I FEEL LIKE IT WAS A MISTAKE, A MISTAKE I CAN’T TAKE BACK…LIKE CHEATING ON MY WIFE. I’M SO SORRY, MARTHA. I SHOULDN’T HAVE DONE IT, BUT YOU DID GAIN A LOT OF WEIGHT AFTER THE BABY AND I REALLY NEEDED SOME SPACE. YOU KNOW WHAT? NO, THAT WAS A GOOD CALL. I BANGED THE CLEANING LADY, AND THAT WAS A PRETTY NICE TIME, EVEN THOUGH SHE LAUGHED AT ME WHEN I TOLD HER I COULDN’T GET OFF UNLESS SHE LICKED MY FOOT FIRST. I DON’T SEE HOW THAT’S A WEIRD REQUEST. MAYBE IF I’D JUST GET A HOOKER, SHE WOULD’VE BEEN MORE AGREEABLE. THE POINT IS, MY WIFE IS A FUCKING BITCH. ONE TIME, WE WENT TO THE ZOO AND I GOT REALLY MAD BECAUSE I THOUGHT THE ORANGUTAN WAS MAKING FUN OF ME. HE KEPT DOING THAT STUPID DUCK LIP FACE? THEIR LIPS ALL PUCKERED? THEN IT STARTED SCREAMING AND THAT REALLY PISSED ME OFF. MY WIFE TOLD ME IT WAS “JUST A MONKEY,” AND TO “CALM DOWN.”

A neon logo appeared on the screen, displaying “666 News” in a circle with a neon eye underneath. The names of the news cast appeared on the bottom of the screen. A skeletal, insect-like demon woman with short blonde hair and a large toothy grin sat wearing a dark pink fancy dress and a pearl necklace. Sitting in the other chair, dressed in a blue-gray business suit was a demon with a gray gas mask for a face along with short light blonde hair. They were live on the air.

“Good afternoon!” chimed the woman. “I’m Katie Killjoy.”

“And I’m Tom Trench!” added the masked man. “Chaos at Pentagram City today as a turf war is raging on the west side between notable king Sir Pentious and self-proclaimed spunky powerhouse Cherri Bomb!”

Two pictures surrounded by flame borders showed Sir Pentious wearing a yellow “music band” shirt, and a backwards baseball cap, doing a peace sign and wearing a pair of sunglasses with a dopey expression on his face. The other picture showed Cherri Bomb flipping the bird with a grin and standing under glittering spotlights.

“That’s right, Tom!” Katie Killjoy added. “After the recent Extermination, many areas are now up for grabs! Demons all over Hell are already duking it out to gain more territory!”

The clips showed Sir Pentious fighting Cherri Bomb with the egg minions.

“Those two seem to really be going at it, huh? Looks like they’re fighting tooth and nail for that hot spot!” Katie Killjoy popped a tooth and nail into her mouth.

“And I’d sure like to nail her hot spot!” Tom Trench remarked.

Katie Killjoy chuckled forcefully. “You’re a limp dick jackass, Tom. Or should I say…”

Adding insult to injury, she poured hot coffee over his crotch. “No dick!” Tom Trench moaned and flinched in pain. “Augh! Not again!”

Another picture surrounded by a border of flames displayed Charlie with the letters “Princess of Hell” next to it.

Katie Killjoy continued. “Coming up next, we have an exclusive interview with the daughter of Hell’s own head honcho, who’s here to discuss her brand-new passion project!”

Tom Trench winced in pain on the desk.

“All that and more after the break!” Katie Killjoy finished, breaking the white mug in her hand. She whirled toward Tom Trench with a scowl. “Suck it up you little bitch…”

The TV went off-air, displaying Katie Killjoy’s mouth and eyes, colored bars and “off-air” with a pentagram in the “O.”

Inside the break room, Vaggie adjusted Charlie’s black bowtie. Nearby, a red tinted sign said that smoking was allowed. Another sign read “on air” in large letters.

Vaggie was Charlie’s girlfriend, a former El Salvadorian Sinner who lived on Earth and died in 2014. Charlie had found her with a missing eye, so she bandaged her up and took her in. Vaggie had been thankful and loyal ever since. Her face was light gray, and her right eye was cream colored with a yellow iris and a black pupil. Her other eye was covered by her grayish-white hair and a pink X. She wore a black collar around her neck and a short white dress with two gray Xs over her breasts. A pink bow was in her long hair, the ends of her hair resembling moth wings. She wore pastel leggings, her right one gray, her left one gray with pink stripes. Her shoes were black, and she also wore gray fingerless gloves.

“Okay, you remember what to say?” Vaggie asked her.

Charlie took a deep breath, enthusiasm in her voice. “Yes! Let’s do this!”

Vaggie put a comforting hand on her shoulder. She signaled with two fingers for her to pay attention. “Just look at me and I’ll mouth it to you.”

Charlie sighed. “Come on, Vaggie! I know what to say!”

Charlie walked over to the pitcher of red punch, where her flying doll-like goat bodyguards Razzle and Dazzle bodyguards were eating donuts. “I just feel like we need to…I don’t know, make things sound more exciting…”

She tossed a donut aside before gasping.

“Oh! What if I…”

“Sing a song about it?” Vaggie finished.

“You knew I was gonna say that.” She playfully tapped her friend on the nose and Vaggie smiled.

Vaggie chuckled before adjusting Charlie’s bowtie again and shook her shoulders. “Because I know you. But please don’t sing. This is serious.” She pounded her fist into her hand.

Charlie snapped her fingers and briefly winked. “Well, you know, I find I’m better at expressing my goals through song!” She stood on the table and arched her arms dramatically.

“But life isn’t a musical, hun,” Vaggie reminded her.

“Fine,” Charlie said with a slump. Then she brightened again.

“But I do have these other ideas of what to say.”

She hopped off the table and pulled out a piece of paper, hopping excitedly.

“The highlighted bits are the best parts!”

Vaggie took the paper and scanned it in disbelief. “Uh, it’s all highlighted. Is this a drawing?”

“Yes!” Charlie answered. She pointed to her picture. It showed a list highlighted in yellow that read: “4, unicorn kisses,” “5, dolphin high-fives?” and “6, sing show tunes = happy ending!” She had drawn stick figures of demons standing on clouds under a rainbow with a sun and red hearts with faces on them.

 “That’s the happy ending, see? Everyone’s smiling and happy in Heaven!”

“I don’t think it’s that simple,” Vaggie stated. She then begged her: “Just please follow the talking points we went over.”

She pulled Charlie close and stared her directly in the eyes. “And do. Not. Sing.”

Charlie sighed exasperatedly. “Fine.” Then she trotted over and spoke in an accent. “I’ll just have to resort to my impeccable improv skills.” She gave a salute, several moves of her head, and walked out.

Vaggie suspected that this would not end well.

Charlie walked over to Katie Killjoy, who posed in her red dress, smoking a cigarette.

“Hi! I’m Charlie.”

She waved and held out her hand.

“Katie Killjoy,” the woman deadpanned before blowing out smoke and snapping her cigarette. She wore heavy lipstick and white earrings. “I’d say it’s a ‘pleasure’ to meet you, but that would be a lie. You can put that away,” she regarded Charlie’s hand. “I don’t touch the gays. I have standards.”

“Yeah?” Charlie asked nervously, looking at a big flashing sign that read “Hell’s #1 News!” “How’s uh…how’s that working for ya?”

“Look, my time is money, so I’ll keep this short,” Katie Killjoy cut in. She invasively tapped Charlie’s chest several times and poked her nose with her finger. “You’re not here because we wanted you here. You’re here because Jeffery could make it for his cannibal cooking segment.”

Katie Killjoy mentioned to a billboard that showed a blonde man wearing glasses holding up a platter with meat, poop, and a skull on it. “It’s Dahn Good: Cooking Show! Guaranteed Cannibalious!” read the sign. The man had been a serial killer who had also molested boys. “Who approved this show?” was on a sticky note nearby.

Tom Trench shook his head in his seat. “Sex! Murder! Weather!” were displayed on a column of three smaller signs.

Katie Killjoy fluffed up her hair and continued: “You might be some royal bigshot, but that doesn’t mean shit to me. I’m too rich and too influential to give a flying fuck about what some tux-wearing demon “princess” wants to advertise.” She swayed her hips arrogantly.

“But I…” Charlie began.

“So don’t get cute with me, honey,” she warned, getting into Charlie’s face, curling her fingers, “Or I will fucking bury you!”

“And we’re live!” said a voice.

Katie Killjoy rushed back into her seat with a bony crack of her neck.

“Welcome back!”

Charlie sat in a chair next to her.

“So, Charlotte…”

“It’s Charlie,” she squeaked.

“Whatever,” Katie Killjoy dismissed. She took a frustrated breath and clicked her red pen in her hand. “Tell us about this new passion project you’ve been insistently pestering our news station about!”

“Well…” Charlie cleared her throat. She looked nervously at the demonic crew in front of her. A demon with a TV head, had “words” flashed across the screen in angry red letters. There was a demon with a black hat for a face, an Egyptian-like female with a white poodle, a woman with teal skin, a demon with glasses and green snake hair, a demon with two thin heads, several red horned demons, and a few Overlords. Another woman wore a hat with hanging beads and colorful Day of the Dead makeup on her face. Vaggie encouraged her to go on.

Charlie took a deep breath, her voice soft spoken.

“As most of you know, I was born here in Hell, and growing up, I’ve always tried to see the good in everything around me.”

Katie clicked her pen impatiently. She spotted a green caterpillar and stabbed it with her pen with a predatory grin. Ink splattered on Charlie’s face and around the area.

Charlie continued, wiping off the dark pink ink from her face. “Hell is my home and…you are my people. We…”

Vaggie gave her a thumbs up and a smile.

“…we just went through another Extermination. We lost so many souls, and it breaks my heart to see my people being slaughtered every year.” Her voice rose. “No one is even given a chance!”

Charlie banged her fist on the desk, waking Katie Killjoy from a bored drooling daze. A buff demon with horns and four eyes with a skull bull face wore a shirt with the word “crew” on it. An imp with a heart on his forehead stood nearby.

Charlie made her way forward. “I can’t stand idly by while the place I live is subjected to such violence! So, I’ve been thinking. Isn’t there a more humane way to hinder overpopulation here in Hell? Perhaps we can create an alternative way to change souls through…redemption?”

Charlie pulled the buff demon into a side hug. “Well, I think yes. So that’s what this project aims to achieve!” She ran back to the desk.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I’m opening the first of its kind! A hotel that rehabilitates Sinners!”

The audience stared in stunned silence as Charlie spread out her arms.

A bloodstained logo “Radio Hack” was displayed above a window which provided a stack of a dozen TVs inside. One demon watching had deer antlers and a flaming blue face, one of the many Overlords. Crymini, the 90’s rocker hellhound, stood with a little demon wearing a jester hat upside down. Two hellhound twins stood nearby, one with dyed red hair, the other purple. A neon sign nearby read “Bar” “Klub Kanji,” and “used TVs.”

In a bar, dark demons wearing cowboy hats were playing pool, not even paying attention. A lead gun faced demon wore a cloth over his grinning face and had a large barrel gun for a face. His friend looked like a demonic bug, and another looked like a mustached villain. Meanwhile in a bar, purple and blue dragon-like demons sat and drank while casually watching the TVs overhead.

Charlie stuttered, “Ya know…’Cause hotels are for people passing through…temporarily…”

A tattooed dark blue reptile demon stood up and let out a loud laugh as Charlie babbled on.

“Is this girl for real? She thinks, you hear what she thinks? She’s…ha, ha ha! Oh, she’s nuts.” The demon walked away with a small lavender creature and a tall maroon being wearing punk rock clothing and crazy neon hair.

Charlie added, “I figure it would serve a purpose…a place to work toward redemption!” She weakly added, “Yay.”

One dragon demon leaped away as a tall shadowy figure stood in the background. The sound of tap shoes approached.

The figure stood right next to ratted fliers which read “Beware him! Do not fuck with him!” “The Radio Demon” and “Radio Sounds!” was scrawled in red on demons screaming and fleeing from a monster.

The man smiled and tilted his head a notch as he watched the TV with curiosity and amusement. His shadow next to him briefly morphed into a shadowy face with fluffy ears and antlers.

Back at the news station, a cameraman with blue hair and a white face looked up and scoffed, “She’s a stupid bitch.”

Vaggie punched him hard in the face in response, causing him to fall off the chair to the ground.

Charlie stared around her, concerned. “Look, every single one of you has something good deep down inside. I know you do.”

A light bulb went off in her head and she smirked. “Maybe I’m not getting through to you…”

Vaggie face palmed, knowing what was coming next. “Oh no…”

Charlie snapped her fingers and her bodyguard demons appeared. One sat and began to play a grand piano.

Summoning the Disney princess within her, Charlie belted out her song:

“I have a dream

I’m here to tell

About a wonderful, fantastic new hotel

Yes, it’s one of a kind

Right here in Hell

Catering to a specific clientele!”

Razzle and Dazzle howled along…

The tempo rapidly picked up…

“Inside of every demon is a rainbow!

Inside every sinner is a shiny smile!

Inside of every creepy hatchet-wielding maniac

Is a jolly, happy cupcake-loving child!”

“We can turn around!

They’ll be heaven-bound!

With just a little time

Down at the Happy Hotel!”

“So all you junkies, freaks and weirdos

Creepers, fuck-ups, crooks, and zeroes

And the fallen superheroes, help is here!

All of you cretins, sluts and losers

Sexual deviants and boozers

And prescription drug abusers

Need not fear!

Forever again

We’ll cure your sin!

We’ll make you well

You’ll feel so swell

Right here in Hell at the Happy Hotel!”

“There’ll be no more fire

And there’ll be no more screams.

Just puppy dog kisses, and cotton candy dreams,

And puffy-wuffy clouds

You’re gonna be all like, wow!

Once you check in with me!”

“So all your cartoon porn addictions

Vegan rants, psychic predictions

Ancient Roman crucifixions

End right here!”

“All you monsters, thieves and crazies

Cannibals and crying babies

Frothing mouthers full of rabies

Fill with cheer!”

“You’ll be complete!

It’ll be so neat!

Our service can’t be beat!

You’ll be on easy street! (Yes!)

Life will be sweet at the Happy Hotel!

Yeah!”

Throughout the song, Charlie imagined giving a shiny cupcake to a masked killer, holding cotton candy and a brown puppy in her arms in the clouds…avoiding the attacks of every horror movie serial killer…

She pictured throwing drugs into a bin of fire, giving shots to monsters, giving money to charity, disturbing porn additions with a bra…

Snatching a “my waifu” and porn magazine of out a demon’s hands…

Throwing away demon’s cell phones…

Knocking over crosses…

Avoiding a scary spider overlord with yellow bat wings and pink eyes all over his body…

Giving demons big hugs…

Charlie emerging in her horned demon form from a flaming pentagram and jumping with joy in a land full of candy, rainbows, and ice cream. Spinning around in a fiery pentagram under her and posing in front of a rainbow.

Charlie finished with a pose on the table, arms in the air and panted.

The top hat demon smiled. “Wow! That was…shit!”

The crowd burst into rancorous laughter and boos, including a blue demon made of fire in the boo section. Katie Killjoy shrieked and banged her fist on the table. Charlie sank down to her knees in embarrassment.

Katie Killjoy laughed. “What in the Nine Circles makes you think a single denizen of Hell would give two shits about becoming a better person? You have no proof that this little experiment even works! You want people to be good just…because?”

Charlie lifted up her head. “Well, we have a patron already who believes in our cause, and he’s shown incredible progress!”

“Oh?” Katie Killjoy asked, leaning in, “…and who might that be?”

“Oh, just someone named…Angel Dust.”

“The porn star?” asked Tom Trench in disbelief. He subconsciously unzipped his zipper and Katie Killjoy whirled on him. “You fucking would, Tom!” Her sharp nails left marks on the table.

Katie Killjoy turned back to Charlie. “In any case, that’s not even an accomplishment. I’m sure you can get that hooker to do anything with enough booger sugar and lube.”

Someone wolf-whistled in the audience.

“Oh, I beg to differ,” Charlie argued, holding up her fingers. “He’s been behaved, clean, and out of trouble for two whole weeks.”

“Breaking news!” announced a voice as music came on. Excited, Katie Killjoy pushed Charlie aside. “We are receiving word that a new player has entered the ongoing turf war! Let’s go check out the live feed!”

To Charlie’s sheer horror, Angel Dust was seen on screen, crushing eggshells, and fighting with Cherri Bomb.

“Oh shit,” Charlie breathed.

“Oh, shit indeed!” exclaimed Katie Killjoy with a grin. “It looks like the one who has just joined the battle is none other than…”

She let out a dramatic gasp… “porn actor Angel Dust! What a juicy coincidence!”

The screen showed Angel Dust with the words “Angel Dust in ‘Well, Ok’: 18+.” Dicks and boobs were blurred.

Satisfied, she turned back to Charlie. “You must feel really stupid right now.” Katie Killjoy and Tom Trench laughed again.

“Ratings!” they added with jazz hands.

“Don’t look at this!” Charlie called, waving her arms in vain from behind the screen.

“Well, it sure looks like your little project is dead on arrival,” Katie Killjoy smirked. “Tell us, how does it feel to be such a total failure?”

Failure. Failure…Charlie could see her doubt reflected in Katie Killjoy’s pink eyes and overbearing shadowy figure. Katie Killjoy and everyone laughed some more, their jeers painful to Charlie’s ears.

“Yeah?” Charlie asked. She snatched up Katie Killjoy’s red pen and held it triumphantly. “Well, how does it feel that I got your pen, huh? Bitch?!”

Katie Killjoy glared dangerously. Charlie dropped the pen with a nervous smile, “Oops.”

Tom Trench leaped out of the way.

Katie Killjoy grew taller, her form turning to shadow. Out sprouted claws, four extra sharp appendages, and four red eyes on her face like a spider. She launched herself at Charlie. Charlie clawed at her hair and landed punches as the alarm went off in the newsroom. Katie Killjoy crawled on the desk on multiple legs like an insect, baring her fangs before Charlie jumped and knocked her off the table. Tom Trench screamed as his body was set on fire. “Why won’t anyone help me?!”

Charlie eventually ran out of the newsroom, Katie Killjoy following close behind, as everyone yelled.

“And stay out, you retarded dike!” Katie Killjoy cussed as Charlie made a run for it down the sidewalk. Charlie was tempted to strangle the homophobic, news diva with her bare hands…but that would only contradict her goal…if she even had one anymore.

Vaggie followed her and the two of didn’t say a word as they waited for their ride. Soon enough, a white limo with a monster mouth on the front of the vehicle rolled to the curb. Vaggie and Charlie climbed in…and so did an ecstatic Angel Dust. The doors closed and they drove off toward the Happy Hotel.

#hazbinhotel

[skygemspeaks]

hc that when all might dies, izuku for one month changes his costume to full white in mourning

when a reporter asks him on the significance of choosing white over black, his answer is that while he is hurting deeply, he job is to bring comfort to those he saves, and black would not have done that.

yes, izuku’s white means grief and mourning, but it also means hope and new beginnings.

#bnha #boku no hero academia #midoriya izuku #all might #yagi toshinori #character death #major character death #other heroes don't go as far as izuku did but most of them do modify their costumes a bit to show they're also in mourning #bakugou is the one that changes his costume the most after deku #his mask his tank and his pants become white #uraraka and iida change their helmets to black

[sainadazai]

A moment of intimacy

What you can do for him after a long day (pro hero!bakugou x reader)

Tw: oral sex, hand job, masterbation, mutual masterbation

The small apartment door can be heard unlocking, even from the bedroom, which is how you know he is finally home. However it's the way the rattling of the metal sounds almost violent, and the clash of his keys with the counter that tell you it's been one of those days. 

It's no surprise that he enters the freshly cleaned bedroom sporting a scowl, and drenched in sweat. He’s appreciative of how you always straighten out the fluffy white comforter after he leaves in the morning, he truly is, but you won't see it on his face. 

Although you do fully understand his actions, knowing what it’s like to have that villain just keep slipping through your fingertips, or doing your job the only way you know how, only for the press to dislike it, you let out a grunt. The noise only elicits a glance up at you, clueless to it's meanings, he proceeds to strip his gear and costume off. You love that man, but can he seriously not even offer you a “hello” just because the day was long? 

A glare forms on your face, but it only masks the way your eyes are savoring every inch of his skin as he reveals it. Wandering up his sweat-dripping biceps, and then down towards his revealed pectorals as he pulls that tight black tank over his head, tossing it into the laundry basket by the end of the bed. 

Sweat dribbles down the side of his body, too, and you know it's what makes him so explosive, but you just want to lick it right off him. More so, you want to feel it drip down to you as he is settled inside you, working so hard for pleasure that his scent is left on your skin after. The heat and caramel smell magnifying your pleasure as you meet his thrusts. You want that so bad, but he moves his hands to tug down his pants and it reveals the scaring, and bruises. 

Kastuki even winces a bit as he bends down to fully remove them. It reminds you that as much as he loves to pleasure you, you love to pleasure him. He comes home to you every night because you make the bad days so much better. 

This motivates you to wander into the bathroom attached to your bedroom, and draw open the glass entrance to your shower. The head of which is towering above you, because Kastuki insists that it makes the water reach you both better. 

Your hand reaches down to twist the golden knob of the shower, illuminating the even more lavish parts of the shower. For the water is reflecting that customizable color light he had installed. Only the best for the Pros. 

Tapping on the small pad on the wall of the show, you adjust it to be red. Despite the fact that the color would usually symbolize more of a roughness, you know that your lover associates it with calm. The color and the steam provide an environment that turns him to putty as he steps through the bathroom door to see why you’d started his shower for him today. 

A groan leaves his mouth when he inhales the clean steam and hsi face becomes tinted red by the lights. “You really fuckin’ love me, huh?” He rasps as he watches your clothes slowly fall to the floor. 

"Yea.." you step towards him, now completely bare, and wrap your arms around his neck, "I really do." 

The heat around you both is a reminder of the water still running for him. So you take hold of his hand, allowing your fingertips to graze his chest and arms on their way down. Then lead him slowly into the shower where the water dropped down his sculpted chest. Still tinted by the lights but oh so soft and smooth to the touch. 

He expects this to be an innocent thing, although he can't deny anytime he sees you bare he wants to ravage you. However, you know he has been busy, pent up, if you really think about it you can't even Remember the last time you were intimate just because you could be.

It was always quickies at the agency because he needs a release or fingering you in the car on the way to a gala because he knows you deserve something he doesn't have time to give you. 

Now, though, it was just two people, naked in a shower, because they could be. Wanted to be, even. 

So your hands will trail down his spine while he faces away from you to grab soap, and you lay kisses along his shoulder muscles, and scars. They relax under your touch so you can know he loves the feeling. 

Your arms reach around his hip and nudge it backwards so that he turns around. A slight touch occurs between your thigh and his cock. He won't let you know that he felt it because he is sure you are just trying to be kind to him, but his mind is so lost in the safety of your touch that he groans. 

The sound leads your lips to a smirk as you reach down again, this time grabbing him in your hand. 

"Fuck, you wanna?" 

And you don't respond yet, choosing instead to begin moving your wrist back and forth along his tip. He clenched and relaxed his jaw at the friction, and he badly wants to press you against the tiled wall and make you scream for him, still he couldn't. Not when his precious lover is being so caring of him, and he hasn't felt this good in months. 

"Not yet, first I want you to let go, Kastuki." You speak against his broad chest, hearing your own slight echo through the room. 

Then you are moving your hand more sporadically, faster and longer, feeling him grow in your palm. When his feet stumble back a bit to let him lean against the wall, you follow. Keeping your smiley head pressed against his figure. 

Sliding downwards, you make sure to leave kisses over his abdomen and v- line until you are just where he wants you. His hand falls to the back of your head, but instead of submitting, this time you just take it in your own and wrap your fingers together. 

A long sigh leaves his mouth when your lips finally encompass just the head of his sensitive cock, the warmth feeling so good and the softness of your tongue underneath him shooting straight through him. He doesn’t even jerk into your mouth, because he has no time before your mouth is pulling off of him. 

A pace begins to set itself as you grow more comfortable with his size, and your confidence in the moment grows. Every time you go down, if only a centimeter you are going further. Bakugou adores this because he knows it's hard for you. He knows how your cute little mouth can just barely take him whole on your best day. It almost makes him giggle to think how for someone with such a big mouth, you quite literally have such a small mouth. 

The hand you hold with yours against the wall is all welcoming of your touch, but cant help flexing when your speed increases ever so slightly, and you begin to flick your tongue at his tip everytime you come up. He has always been a sucker for speed and friction, it gets him there so fast, though. How could he let this kind thing you’re doing for him end so soon. If anything, he’d gladly lean against that wall with your mouth around him forever, it's complete bliss. 

Even still it's bliss when he notices how when he bucks his hips up, your head is pushed back under the current of the shower. The red tinted water falls over your head and runs down your face, over your eyes and nose. Even better, it trails down your breasts, the sudden heat hardening your nipples, and sending a pleasure through your body. 

You almost rub your legs together, but become quickly distracted by the much colder, yet more humid ari, as he leans his hips fully back again. However, you are so lucky to have Katsuki’s observant eyes. Ones that notice the slight goosebumps on your legs, and sees how they shift uncomfortably at some of his grunts and whines. Yes, whines, ones he isn't afraid of or embarrassed of. Why? Well because he is just so proud to have such a talented lover, what is there to be ashamed of?

“ ‘s okay baby, touch yourself for me, c’mon..” his voice is much quieter than it would be with anyone else, and it's because he trusts you. The bond between you is strong enough that he doesn’t worry about seeming vulnerable much anymore. He tells you he hates that, hates how you somehow trick him into loving you, and the way your touch makes him feel all melty, and not in the fire way. 

“Mmmm” you thank with a moan around his tip, which pulls out a string of soft curses from his lips. Only for a whine to ensure when you have to pull away, having seated a warm hand between you shivering thighs and only gave a soft pet to your clit, which taught you how truly pent up you were. The small taste of pleasure makes you curse impatiently. 

“Fucking hell…” 

“I love you so much-shit,” Katsuki speaks as he uses his free hand to stroke his already sensitive cock, loving the way you’ll shamelessly grind on your own fingers in front of him, to him it's more than pornographic moans in a red-lit shower. It shows how much you trust him, and care for him. As well as enhances his pleasure as he watched your breasts bouncing up and down with your movements, each of your moans shooting blood to his already hard cock, begging it to cum. 

The same way you only need to peek one eye open to see his blissed out face focused on you, and you feel so good with the way those bright red eyes shakily trace your figure. The tip of pleasure for the both of you, though, is the way his shoulder accidentally bumps the temperature control for the shower water. Causing a suddenly numbingly wonderful sensation to force its way through your convulsing body, justy as you curl your finger inside yourself, thumb swiping your clit one last time and then stuttering there as you curl over in orgasm. 

All the while, gentleman he is, Katsuki makes sure to face his hips away from you as the few drops of freezing water drip down to his chest and abs, tensing his muscles and pushing out his cum along with his first pleasurable orgasm in so long. It's so much more intense because he can peek over you and see you consumed in that same pleasure, and no one is worried about what to do next, it's just all here at this moment. 

“Thank you, brat..” he mutters as he lifts you from the shower ground, ready to spend the rest of his forgotten foul day in bed with you. 

“Love ya, asshole.” 

“I know..love you too” 

#bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugou x reader #bakugou smut #smut #mha smut #mha fanfiction #mha bakugou #mha fluff #sexy

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝑆𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐵𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 (𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑆𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑔ℎ𝑤𝑎) 𝑅𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚂𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚠𝚊 (𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣)× 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 (𝙵𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎)

𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚛𝚎: 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝, 𝙵𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚂𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙰𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝.

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟸.𝟹𝙺

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚋 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔, 𝚂𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚠𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎..... 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙.

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝙾𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚎𝚡 (𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐), 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚗𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊, 𝚞𝚗𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚡 (𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗), 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐/𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚔, 𝚂𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝙳𝚘𝚖! 𝚂𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚑𝚠𝚊 × 𝚂𝚞𝚋! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛.

Tags: @galaxteez @park-chalymars @queenofgames

*♡*.¸¸.*♡*.¸¸.*♡*.¸¸.*♡*.¸¸.*♡*.¸¸.*♡*.¸¸.*♡*.¸¸.*♡*

Adjusting the glasses that framed his face, the dirty blonde male carefully wiped the kitchen counter, making sure it was perfectly sanitized and free from any form of dust. Not forgetting to swipe the lint roller across the surface, he was so focused on his task that he slightly jumped when he heard the door open, then realized it was just his significant other coming back from her shift. Glancing over at the clock, he found it unusual for her to be coming back at this hour as it was rather late and her shift should have ended hours ago.

Grabbing the Lysol can, he went over to the front door where she was in the process of taking off her shoes and coat, dropping them onto the floor which particularly annoyed him. Standing next to her, he began to pick up her things and place them either on the rack specifically for their shoes or hanging them inside the closet.

"Seonghwa! What the fuck!?" His lover protested and swatted her hands at him when he proceeds to spray her with his aerosal disinfectant.

"We're still in the middle of a pandemic Y/N and I'm not taking chances." He justified himself.

Furiously ripping the mask off her face, she yanked the can off his fingers and threw it on the floor.

"Look! Just this once can you not pester me with your OCD habits?! I'm not in a good mood and I just want to be left alone!"

He stepped aside when she pushed past him and headed straight into her room, shutting the door rather harshly. He didn't budge an eye at her behaviour, he knew how stressing her job was, especially with a boss like hers. Sighing softly, he picked up the Lysol can and sprayed her shoes and coat before going back into the kitchen. He re-began his usual task of running his trusty lint roller all over the already clean and sanitized surfaces. When most of the paper came back with barely any brown spots his face lit up.

Picking up his little catty that held his cleaning supplies, he moved into the living room where he stopped in his tracks when he saw his girlfriend laying on the couch, wearing nothing but a white tank top and a pair of white cotton panties. He rolled his eyes and pondered how he was supposed to clean in the living room without waking her up. He didn't have the heart to place her back in her room since one, she was worn out and two, her room's air conditioning was still broken and it was a particularly hot day.

He opted to just clean around her as quietly as possible, not moving any furniture around so it wouldn't disturb her slumber. After finishing wiping off some of the dirt and grime, he grabbed a clean rag and began using furniture polish to make the wood shine more than it already was. He felt really proud when he could actually see his own reflection on it.

He started to pick up the various pictures they kept on the coffee table to wipe them off when he heard Y/N stir in her sleep behind him. He didn't really pay attention, much too focused on his task at hand and used to his girlfriend's sleeping antics. All was still for a few minutes, until she once again shifted in her sleep, only this time she released a sound that definitely startled him, making him drop the frame onto the coffee table. He semi kept it from making too much noise, cringing as he heard Y/N move even more, afraid he might have woken her up.

"Hwa...."

He whipped his head around, body turning with it as he questioned whether he was hearing things right or not. Scooting closer to her, Seonghwa looked down and noticed tiny sweat beads on her hairline, eyes scrunched together in frustration, nails scratching at the leather cushion she had her head rested on, hips slightly grinding against the couch underneath her. And to top it all off, she began emitting muffled moans, he was sure of it, knowing fully well what they sounded like.

Standing up, Seonghwa moved to sit behind her. Feeling the weight shift underneath her, Y/N unconsciously let one of her legs dangle off the couch, giving Seonghwa a perfect glimpse at the wet stain that was forming in her panties.

"Fuck.......you get wet dreams?"

He couldn't resist the urge to swipe his tongue across his lips as he stared at her core. Sucking in a breath, he got up and went back to his task of cleaning up, trying to think of anything to help calm down the boner that he was growing inside his sweatpants. He seemed to be doing a pretty good job at it.......

"Seonghwa...."

Dropping the rag onto the floor, Seonghwa pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Please don't do this to me. I can't..."

He let out a grunt when he saw just how big the tent in between his legs was. He took slow and deep breaths, hoping to cool himself down. He could not and would not wake up his exhausted girlfriend just because he felt the need to fuck her brains out. But as he heard her moans turn to whimpers and frustrated groans, he found his resolve weakening. He got back up and sat behind her again, watching her slow movements. He outstretched his hand and let it rest on top of her ass, his fingers eventually digging into her soft and tender skin, the wet patch in her panties becoming bigger and more soaked.

Quickly untying the drawstring, Seonghwa slipped his hand inside his pants, pumping himself slowly as he drew his hand in between her legs, one finger poking at her wet patch. He couldn't help the chuckle that escaped his lips when he felt her press back into his touch.

"Always responsive to my touch, aren't you my little bunny?"

Pushing her panties aside, he easily slipped one finger inside, wiggling it around experimentally. Seonghwa let out a proud smirk when she was still responding to his advances, her walls stretching out to accommodate the next two fingers he pushed inside her.

"So tight......so warm........"

He kept slowly pumping his fingers in and out of her, loving the way her walls clenched around his fingers. Wanting to test something out, he slipped his fingers completely out of her. Instantly, her lips pouted and she let out what sounded like a whine as her body moved further back, no doubt trying to find his hand once again. Seonghwa shook his head in a mocking manner.

"Always such a needy bunny."

Unable to resist anymore, he adjusts himself to lay down behind her and brought his face down near her back. Starting from her lower back, he began to place tiny open mouth kisses along her curves and trailed them down to her ass cheeks, where he began squishing them in his palms. Taking a hold of her panties, he slowly peeled them off her body and down her legs, effectively ridding her of the confining garment. His hands went back to her ass, lifting her up slightly. He bit his lip when he spread her folds, nearly drooling at the sight of her wet and delicious pussy.

Diving right in, he poked his tongue out, swiping it all up her slit. He felt her body shiver at the contact, but he remained undeterred. He just continued by swirling his tongue around her wet hole before sliding it in and out of her, occasionally latching his lips on her clit to give her a generous suck that had her whining. Somewhere along the way, Seonghwa became lost in her taste. Not longer paying attention to his surroundings, he just buried his face more into her heat, eating her out with a passionate and desperate hunger, unable to get enough of her. He was so distracted he didn't even notice that the girl had been woken up, her eyelids fluttering open and gasping softly as they looked at the scene taking place behind her.

"Seonghwa..."

Her hand reached out to stroke his hair, making his eyes shoot up and see her lustful gaze.

"Hey sleeping beauty." He giggled as he detached himself from her core, but not before giving her one last suck, emitting loud slurping sound.

"H-Hwa!" She called out at him, confused at what was going on as she still hadn't fully awoken yet.

Sitting up, he hovered his body on top of hers, hands cupping her jaw as he kissed her tenderly, remnants of her juices now being tossed into her mouth.

"You're so pretty, so tempting....couldn't hold myself back. You just looked so gorgeous." He justified his actions yet she was not complaining, except for one tiny thing.

"Seonghwa-" She begged him, hand reaching in between his legs to cup his boner.

Knowing what she was hinting at, he pulled away and began turning her back onto all fours.

"Don't worry bunny, I haven't forgotten that you haven't came yet."

His fingers took hold of the hem of her tank top, lifting it over her head and tossing it somewhere on the floor. His pants and underwear soon followed suit and ended discarded around the room. He guided her so she could rest her head and hands on the armrest.

"Just relax and leave it all to me babygirl."

Pressing a hand down on her back, he lined himself up and slowly began to push himself in, earning quite a few gasps and moans from both of them. He began a slow and steady pace, wanting her to feel every vein and ridge against her walls, not wanting to go harsh at all since she was still pretty tired. He opted for more sensual and deep strokes so he could hit against that spot that would have her crying out for him soon.

"You look so pretty my little bunny. You're taking me so well my little one."

She couldn't help but clench at his words, loving his pet name for her and the praises he was giving her.

"Fuck! Yes bunny- clench around me like that. God you feel amazing."

He moved his hands to cup her breasts, being gentle as he squeezed them and bounced them on his palms, fingers occasionally pinching and playing with her nipples.

Y/N released tiny pants and breaths, her ass pushing back against him whenever he pulled out of her. She loved her boyfriend's cock so much. It was long and girthy and best of all, he knew exactly how to angle his hips so he'd leave her seeing stars every time she came.

"You like that my dear? Like how my cock feels inside your little hole?"

She let out a shudder when his hand move to wrap around her waist, fingers caressing her lower stomach. He hummed softly as he ran his fingers across her tummy.

"Baby..?" She could hear his mischievous tone that was up to something.

Leaning in, he whispered in her ear.

"Let me cum inside you this time....."

She looked back at him with a puzzled look, however he was calm as he continued rolling his hips slowly against hers. He bent down to kiss her softly.

"Wanna fuck my baby in you."

She pulled away from the kiss to moan.

"S-Seonghwa-" She couldn't believe his words.

"Please my little bunny. Think about how insanely cute you'll look with a swollen belly.......carrying our little bundle of joy."

She clenched involuntarily at his words, nearly cumming right then and there. Seonghwa began thrusting a little harder against her.

"Fuck! You'll be so pretty with all the extra weight and bigger breasts- shit! Baby I'm gonna cum soon-please!"

He was erratic by now, begging her in earnest as he continued to fuck her pussy. Hearing his desperate pleas, Y/N gripped onto the armrest as she began cumming all over him.

"Seonghwa! Just- cum inside me!" She cried out.

Letting out a harsh grunt, Seonghwa began shaking as he spilled himself inside her, making sure to fill her up as much as he could, not stopping his movements until her tight walls milked him dry of all his hot cum. Y/N's face stayed hidden on the couch, face flushed and sweaty from all that just happened. She hissed slightly when she felt Seonghwa pull out of her. His finger worked quick to catch the cum leaking out a her, pushing it back inside and ensuring it wouldn't come out again. Turning her over, he brushed some of the hair away from her face, an adoring smile on his face.

"Seonghwa......what if...what if I do get pregnant?" Although it was in the spur of the moment, she wasn't completely sure if he meant it or not.

"Then I'll be the happiest man alive."

His answer shocked her, and he snores at her reaction.

"You're seriously hoping I get p-pregnant?" She raised an eyebrow and then looked down, unsure of how to feel.

Sensing her apprehension, Seonghwa pulled her up so it'd be easier to hug her.

"Listen honey, I'm serious about this. I want to start a family with you. Yes we're both young, but I think we're perfectly capable of raising a child. And don't worry..."

He kissed her forehead before whispering.

"I'll take care of you."

Y/N softened up at his words, unable to suppress the shy smile that was beginning to form on her lips.

"Well....I always did want a little girl.." She admitted.

Seonghwa beamed enthusiastically.

"So if I did get you pregnant-"

"Hold on Hwa, you're getting ahead of yourself. You forgot I'm on the pill so chances are that I'm not pregnant." She giggled.

Letting out a huff, Seonghwa picked his girlfriend up and started heading towards the bedroom.

"Ok from now on, stop taking the birth control and right now relax..."

She let out a squeak when he dropped her onto his bed and crawled on top of her, his eyes full of determination accompanied by a sly smirk on his lips.

"Cause we're trying this again..."

#ateez #ateez seonghwa #ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez reactions #ateez fanfiction #ateez fanfic #ateez fluff #ateez smut #ateez angst #ateez seonghwa smut #ateez seonghwa fluff #ateez seonghwa fanfic #ateez seonghwa scenarios #ateez seonghwa angst #ateez seonghwa imagines #ateez seonghwa fanfiction #park seonghwa #park seonghwa fluff #park seonghwa angst #park seonghwa scenarios #park seonghwa fanfic #park seonghwa smut #park seonghwa imagines #park seonghwa fanfiction

[blxetsi]

Imagine pampering Reiner. I would love to kiss him silly 🙈 is it obvious he’s my favorite character?

id like to kiss him silly too 🤩🤚 tysm for the request !!!

pampering reiner after a long day (modern au)

warnings: taking care of ur man 😁👍 uhh construction worker!reiner (of age, obv), gn!reader, face care n shit idk, cute names like baby and love, mentions of sexual harrasment/assault in a workplace.

living in the city had it ups and downs. well, so did everything in life, but you never really thought about that until you moved into the city. you and reiner both came from a small town, and then went to the same college in a bigger town, before you two decided to move to the big city together. downs happened more often than ups, but anything was an up if you were with reiner. rent was expensive, especially for the shoebox of an apartment you two live in, but youve both made it into your home, a cozy little sanctuary away from the rest of this chaotic world. another down was that the city never sleeps, someone, somewhere was always working, and you too found yourself taking nightshifts at the diner you worked at. it was minimum wage, and middle aged men and women would come in and flirt (more like harass), but your coworkers were nice, and if you made sure to dress up a bit you'd get a fat tip.

you and reiner originally thought that you'd get well paying jobs as soon as you moved into the city, which was a lie. considering the time, effort, and money you both put into getting your degrees, you thought you were more than qualified for certain jobs, but you werent, and that sucked, and now your boyfriend over works himself physically building houses while you let freaks make weirdly sexual comments about you so you can earn more money. it sucks on both ends, but you know that you'd do anything to be with reiner, so you could take a couple of gropes and sleazy jokes.

today you had gotten off work early, your boss closing the store because of a family emergency. you felt bad for the man, he was nice, and offered to switch you to dish duty when he'd seen older people be weird with you, you'd declined knowing that you wouldn't earn as much in the back. he was a family man, and generous, and cared about others, which was a nice change from other employers in the past. you were surprised reiner wasn't home yet, because today was friday, and he usually got off fridays around six, but now it was almost nine, and you were starting to get a bit worried.

just as you started gnawing on your lip, your phone vibrated beside you. grabbing it you saw it was reiner calling you, and quickly paused your episode of shameless to answer. "rei, where are you ?"

"just got off work baby." he sighed.

he sounded exhausted, and you could hear cars honking so you knew he was outside.

"do you need me to come get you ?"

"no, its okay. jack's giving me a ride home."

you let out a breath, at least he didn't have to wait for the bus, getting a ride meant he'd be home faster. "okay my love. you want me to run you a bath for when you come home ?" you knew how sore reiner got from working, and being out in the sun all day. with the weather becoming warmer it would become harder on him, and he'd always forget to wear sunscreen which meant he'd burn.

he let out a soft moan. "that sounds great baby, thank you so much."

you heard talking from his end, assuming it was jack. you tried to keep listening but reiner's voice cut in again. "only ten more minutes and im back to you."

you smiled, getting excited that he'd be here so soon. "okay lovey, i'll get that bath started. i love you."

you could hear his smile on the other end. "i love you too baby, thank you so much."

you quickly said your goodbyes before hanging up, cutting him off. you felt a bit bad but quickly brushed it off as you walked to your bathroom. you got everything together, moving from the bathroom to your bedroom and back again. you set out a clean towel, a pair of sweats and a white tank top for him, as well as a hoodie if he was cold. you filled up the tub, making sure it was hot, before adding a cup of epsom salt and stirring it around with your hand. you got up again, going to the kitchen area of your little home and filling up a cup with a jug of cold water from the fridge. you brought it back to the small bathroom, sitting it on the tank cover of the toilet. he needed to be hydrated.

you were changing the sheets of your shared bed when you heard the from door open, close, then lock. reiner dropped his backpack and toed off his shoes. he hung up his jacket before slowly walking around the apartment, cracking his neck and stretching his arms above his head. "baby ? where are you ?"

"in here rei, just changing the sheets." you called out. you could hear his heavy footsteps make his way down the hall towards you.

he thought you looked beautiful. dressed in just a tee shirt (his tee shirt) and plaid pyjama pants, the lights from the city reflecting all around the room and on your body, a small lamp which casted a soft warm glow around the room, made your eyes shine.

"you don't have to change the sheets baby." he whispered, making his way over to you. he helped you put the comforter over the bed. a simple grey colour, which matched the baby pink sheets and pillow cases.

"i wanted to. you always feel good sleeping in new sheets." you answered, making your way around the bed to him. you wrapped your arms around his torso while he wrapped his around your shoulders, pulling you close and kissing your head. he sighed, and just held you while you rubbed his back.

"your bath is ready, and i left you clothes for you there too." you whispered. he hummed in response before squeezing you tighter.

"i missed you so much." his words were soft, but held a lot of weight, and your heart hurt because you knew he was working himself to the bone.

"it's okay baby, i'm here now."

he nodded before kissing your head again. he smelt your hair, sighing before pulling back to look at your face. "did you shower ?"

"when i got home, yeah."

"okay. i won't be long then."

you shook your head, moving your arms so you could hold his face in your hands. "no rei, take all the time you need. i'll wait for you." you knew that reiner was too tired to fight you on that, so he simply nodded, giving you a soft kiss before stripping down to his underwear and leaving the room.

you put his clothes in the hamper, putting his wallet on his bedside table and plugging his phone in to charge. then you opened up the window so the cool breeze could come in, you knew reiner liked the room to be a bit cooler at night.

slowly you made your way to the bathroom, peaking in to see him in the bath, the water up to his neck as he was almost fully submerged. his eyes were closed and his breathing was slow, you could see his tan lines from working. his muscles that bulged even when relaxed and the crinkles in his eyes from smiling so much, even when he was so young. his stuble which was just a bit darker than his sandy blond hair, and his calloused hands from his labour, wrapped around his torso in a hug. those hands that held you, that protected you, that tickled you, that loved you. you never got to admire reiner often, usually because he'd notice early on and tell you to stop, he'd get all flustered and his face would turn red, getting all blushy that his lover wanted to look at how beautiful he was. and he was, reiner was gorgeous, and its a blessing to call him yours.

his voice was raspy from not speaking for so long. "baby, stop looking at me like that." you could see the apples of his cheeks turn pink while his lips quirked up into a small.

"i can't help it, you're just so pretty." you replied, walking into the small bathroom and closing the door behind you. it took less than two steps to get towards him, and you crouched down beside the tub to look at him closer.

he slowly opened his eyes, like he was in a daze, before peeling an arm away from his body and holding it out for you to take. you grabbed his hand with both of yours, rubbing his palm and fingers while you softly kissed his knuckles. you two never looked away as you did so, relishing in the soft moment together.

he closed his eyes again, and sighed while moving deeper into the tub, making the water go from his neck to his chin, and his long legs stick out of the water at the knees. "you know that face mask you have baby ? the one that peels off and makes your face smooth ?" he asked, his voice echoing throughout the room.

"yeah," you mumbled against his hand. "you wanna use it ? want me to put it on for you ?"

he nodded. you slowly put his hand back into the water before crawling to the cabinet under the sink, reaching for your peel off face mask, you turned around and went back to your love, shifting as close as you could ger before the toilet got in the way, before opening the tube and squeezing some onto your hand. the clear gel felt cool on your finger tips, and you rubbed it along both pointer and middle finger on your two hands, before leaning over the side of the tub and rubbing some on his face. you made sure to keep it away from his facial hair and his eyebrows. after rubbing it in you rinsed your hands off in the bathwater, before moving them to hold reiner's hand again. "if you cant peel some if it off after its dry just rinse with warm water, okay ?" reiner nodded before squeezing your hand. "thank you baby."

you two sat in silence for a couple of minutes, just listening to each others breathing and the slight swish of the water. "i'm gonna make some tea, would you like any ?" you asked.

reiner shook his head. "i'll just steal a sip of yours."

you chuckled before kissing the back of his hand, a smile on your face. "okay my love, i'll wait for you in the bedroom."

he leaned over quickly, grabbing your face with his free hand and giving you a soft kiss, over and over again. his lips were a bit chapped, which caused your own to tickle, but to him it felt great. this was so domestic, so simple, it made him feel safe, it made reiner forget all about his horrible day. all he could think about was you, all he could feel was you.

because of your kiss some of the product from his face mask had transferred onto yours, causing him to giggle before wiping it away with his pruny hand. "i love you so much baby. i'm so happy to be with you." he whispered, his face millimetres from your own.

"thank you rei, i love you too." you responded. you loved him so much, you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him. and you're sure you will.

you pecked his lips before kissing his hand one more time, then you got up and left the bathroom, reiner's eyes on you as you went.

you went about tidying up the living room, putting away reiner's dinner on the table (if he didn't scarf it down when he came in, you knew he wouldn't touch it until tomorrow) turning off the tv and folding up the blanket you were snuggled up with on the couch almost an hour ago.

you quickly boiled your water for your tea, getting out your favourite mug and putting the tea bag in. then you went into your bedroom, where you moved through the open window to sit on the fire escape. the breeze of the night brought with it a chill, and you wished you'd brought that blanket with you. the lights and the cars moving down brought comfort to you. after living here for over a year, the noise became berable to you, just second nature.

you could hear faint shuffling inside the bedroom, before reiner's head popped out of the window. "i was looking everywhere for you."

you gave him a sheepish smile. "sorry my love, would you like to join me ?" he nodded and crawled out of the window too, which was a bit hard considering his long limbs. he sat down beside you, his skin looking soft and smooth, his hair wet and all dressed in his hoodie and sweats.

the two of you huddled together, watching people walk by and cars drive around, looking into the windows of other apartments and stores, seeing if you could see the people inside doing weird things. you two passed the mug of tea between each other, before all that was left was the wet tea bag at the bottom of the cup. reiner reached up and set it on the window sill, before pulling you into his side by your shoulders.

"do your muscles hurt still ?" you asked.

reiner shook his head before replying. "not anymore, thank you again for the bath."

you giggled, turning your head to look up at him, he looked down at your own head, resting on his shoulder, and matched the smile that painted your lips. "you don't have to thank me so much silly, i love taking care of you."

he rubbed his nose against your own. "i love taking care of you too. which is why i was thinking of looking for a new job."

your eyes opened again and he watched your reaction closely. "that tech company near downtown, they're looking for a new software developer. i've already set up an interview, i just didn't know when to tell you." he whispered.

your eyes lit up as you smiled again, leaning up and smacking kisses all over his face. he let out a loud laugh before cupping your face with his hand, guiding your head away from his own so he could speak, but you started talking before that could happen. "i'm so happy for you. i hate seeing you come home so tired and in pain."

he nodded. "and i hate seeing you come home with a new story of some creep making moves on the love of my life." he replied, giving you a soft kiss.

you two sat in silence again. reiner felt happy that you weren't upset about his idea for a new job, he had a degree, and a great mind, and he somehow knew he'd get this job.

"y'know," you started. "that new art museum that opened near the science centre, they're hiring too. said on their website they're looking for tour guides."

reiner pulled you closer to him, if that was even possible. "baby you'd be great at that. you know so many art things."

"'art things?'" you laughed. "yeah, maybe i'll call and see if i could get an interview."

reiner nodded. "that sounds great baby. but tomorrow, your tea made me so sleepy and now i just wanna sleep." you shook your head with a chuckle before pecking him on the lips again.

you two made your way inside, closed the window, and got ready for bed. while you put the mug back into the kitchen sink, reiner took off his hoodie and unfolded the comforter from the bed, ready to get under. when you came back inside you shut off the lamp and got in beside him, where reiner immediately pulled you into his chest.

your head rested on his bare pec, and you could hear his heart thumping. he was calm, content, and happy with you in his arms. and you two went to bed that night with dreams about your future together.

not me going overboard with that one 😁👍 anyways love u all stay safe requests r open 😍🙏

#attack on titan #attack on titan fanfiction #attack on titan x reader #reiner braun #reiner braun x gn!reader #reiner braun x reader #reiner braun headcanons #modern au #shingeki no kyoujin #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #shingeki no kyoujin imagine #attack on titan reiner #aot reiner #attack on titan requests

[gointothevvater]

Her full profile is finally here! Seven pages of information! I may have gone down the rabbit hole just a tiny bit! 

.

St. Cecilia Jameson

Gender: Cis female

Status: Alive

Occupation: Singer for British rock band Stiletto ("Like the knife or like the shoe?" "Yes.")

 Family: Elizabeth Robinson, née Wallis (Mother), Bryony Robinson (Older half-sister), Esme Robinson, née Davies (Grandmother, deceased), Herakles Zafeiriou (Biological father, though she's never met him), Evander Zafeiriou (Older half-brother, who she's also never met, though they've exchanged family photos and stories via email)

Voiced by: Florence Pugh (Speaking), Lzzy Hale (Singing)

Age: A few months younger than Pickles

Date of birth: December 15 (Sagittarius)

Place of birth: Oxford, England

Birth name: Felicity Robinson (Initially, only Sammy knows this, though the rest of SnB learns it at Esme's funeral)

Nicknames: Ceelie (By Pickles and Sammy, mostly, though the Dethklok boys pick it up eventually), Star (By Magnus), princess (By Skwisgaar)

Ethnicity: Half English, half Greek (Though she's unaware of the latter for most of her life)

Height: Five-foot-one

Sexuality: Bisexual

Relationship status: It's complicated. It's always complicated. She's unlucky in love. 

Current location: London, England

Appearance: St. Cecilia is a petite woman (She's half a head shorter than Pickles!) with golden skin and long white-blonde hair, which she wears in a high ponytail. She has thick, dark brows and bright brown eyes (Skwisgaar says she has "wolf eyes"). She has three white marigolds tattooed on each shoulder, a labret piercing, and a vertical collarbone piercing at the hollow of her throat. Her ears are pierced three times each, in which she wears two silver hoops and a silver stud on each side, and she has a small black star beneath each eye. She has a Christina piercing, nipple piercings, and a belly button piercing. She has a No Time For Antivenom tattoo on her sternum, and a European robin tattoo at the back of her neck. Along her spine, she has a tattoo reading "to thine own self be true." She has a shitty stick-and-poke crown tattooed behind her right ear. She has a pear body type, with wide hips, a small chest, and an even smaller waist (Nathan can encircle her waist with his hands). She typically wears a black muscle shirt, ripped dark jeans, heavy boots, black driving gloves, and a studded black leather collar with a D-ring at the front. She also wears a Gibson pearl guitar pick on a necklace, which was given to her by Pickles when they first started dating in the 80s. She wears a silver cuff on each ear, and her tongue is pierced with a simple silver stud. 

During flashbacks to the Snakes N' Barrels era, she's shown with darker blonde hair cut in a mullet style, and only her labret and ear piercings, plus one on the right side of her nose. She wears a cropped white tank, with high-waisted jeans and black Converse sneakers. She wears mismatched armbands, one black, one striped, and the same collar she wears in the present.

Her more casual look consists of a black button-up shirt with the sleeves pushed up, which she wears tucked into a pair of leather pants. She wears pumps instead of boots, and her hair is twisted up in a clip. She keeps her collar, but doesn't wear the pick necklace or her ear cuff, and she switches her hoop earrings for studs. She doesn't apply her stars.

For fancier occasions, she wears a black dress with spaghetti straps and a very short, flared skirt, black opera gloves and black strap pumps. She, as always, wears her collar with it, and she pulls her hair into a high bun. 

Personality: St. Cecilia is cocky, witty, and teasing, but ultimately good-natured. She's a bit selfish and stubborn, but she does everything with 110% effort, hoping to impress people, even if she winds up getting hurt in the process. She'll do literally anything for validation. To say she's vain would be an understatement. She's something of a coquette who flirts with both men and women, and is she has a tendency to "think with her dick," as Tony once put it. She's slow to anger, but quick to jealousy, and she holds grudges for far too long. She's the playful type, but it's largely in a chill way. She's an obvious extrovert, and the role as frontman for Stiletto came very naturally.  

Skills & Hobbies: St. Cecilia writes good poetry, great song lyrics, and terrible erotica. She likes plants and is quite the chess player (Though she hasn't managed to beat Charles even once), which she learned during her school days. She also learned to fence, ride horses, and speak fluent Latin there.

Musical Talents: She's a classically trained singer (When she was little, she was part of her church's choir), and she writes most of the song lyrics and some of the music for her band, Stiletto. In Snakes N' Barrels, she played lead guitar on a white Jackson Pro Series Rhoads RR3, but during their reunion concert, she plays a more modern Gibson Explorer '76 Reissue 2010 Cherry. She took piano lessons for several years as a child, and she's still pretty good. Nothing outstanding, but if Stiletto needs to incorporate a piano into a song, she's perfectly capable of playing it herself. 

Relationships: 

-Pickles the Drummer: Their relationship is a complicated one. They've known each other for ages, and they've been together through the highest highs and the lowest lows, all the way down to rock bottom. She partially blames him for her late teens and early twenties being the fiasco they were, and she cut off contact with him for a long time after the SnB breakup. During the run of the show itself, the two reconcile somewhat and even become more or less friends before Abigail shows up and things start to crumble again. They have a hard time admitting it, but there's love between them, and there has been for a long time. They're both afraid to try getting together again, though, as there's a mutual fear of the relationship ending as it did the first time, with them hating each other again. They're back together at the end of Doomstar, but there's no way of telling if the love between them is enough to keep them together or if they'll just fall apart all over again. 

-Magnus Hammersmith: They were more off-and-on than anything, but they were together for years, even though quite a bit of it was long-distance. It wasn't supposed to be a serious thing. It was just supposed to be a quick fuck. Then it was supposed to be a performance to annoy Pickles, but Magnus quickly realized that St. Cecilia's feelings for Pickles were too strong for her to be any use to him in his revenge plot. The basis of their bond formed because they understood each other on a level they've never known with anyone else: Former Snakes N' Barrels guitarist St. Cecilia Jameson and former Dethklok guitarist Magus Hammersmith both understand on a fundamental level what it's like to be left behind and forgotten. Magnus caught a bit of feelings, and when Roy Cornickelson's funeral came around, Magnus warned St. Cecilia not to attend. It was their last interaction, and it forever cast him in a positive light for her, even after she learned what he was doing with the Metal Masked Assassin. 

-Nathan Explosion: They get along pretty well. Their first meeting was at a singers-only Crystal Mountain party, and they ended the evening with a quickie in the coatroom. He wrote a song about the encounter, but Pickles never figured out that it was about St. Cecilia, which Nathan thinks is just the funniest thing. He mostly sees St. Cecilia as one of the guys once she meets with Dethklok again for the SnB reunion. It's a "been there, done that" kind of deal. She's not brutal, but she's funny and she's fun, and goddamn, is she pretty, and they would absolutely hang out if they could get their schedules to line up.

-Skwisgaar Skwigelf: St. Cecilia is nothing short of enchanted by Skwisgaar. It's not a crush, exactly, but she has a huge amount of admiration for him. They've practiced together a time or two, but she's a little rusty and winds up with her fingers bleeding because her calluses have gone soft. He tends to tease her over her soft hands. A guitar god, he tells her, can't have hands like a princess. His calling her “princess” becomes a bit of a thing for them. The two of them often have brunch together, talking shit and drinking. She's good for him; He's never had a female friend before.

-Toki Wartooth: Within the series itself, St. Cecilia hasn't given Toki much thought. He's cute, but he's just sorta there. His incident during the SOBERTOWN USA concert really scared her, and she more or less avoids him after that. Post-DSR, though, their relationship changes. He, like her, was hurt by Magnus, and even with him dead, Toki misses him terribly. St. Cecilia misses him, too. As sad as it is, this becomes their common ground. Their other connection, odd as it sounds, is pole dancing. St. Cecilia does it for exercise, and Toki did it for money, and they often compete to see who's better on the pole. 

-William Murderface: St. Cecilia actually has a begrudging fondness for Murderface. He's awful, but he's also pretty funny, and she likes to hear him talk about knives and medieval weaponry, as her family home is full of such things. They clash over things, of course, but she likes being around him more often than not.

-Charles Offdensen: St. Cecilia really likes Charles, actually. He's basically the only person on the show who's really "on her level" class-wise. He attended Harvard, and she attended Oxford, so they have a great deal to talk about. They play a lot of chess and fence on occasion, and if it weren't for her feelings for Pickles and his obligation to the Church, they just might have gotten together.

-Dick Knubbler: They're friends, in a way. She thinks he's kind of a weirdo, but he knows how to have a good time, so as long as he isn't hitting on her, she likes being around him. 

-Abigail Remeltincdrinc: They became friends mostly due to the fact that they were both women in the music industry (And both working for Crystal Mountain) and supporting each other seemed the right thing to do. Abigail getting involved with Dethklok and catching Pickles's attention quickly became a sore spot, and they drifted apart after that. After DSR, things got even worse. Abigail, naturally, is glad that Magnus is gone, while St. Cecilia is devastated by the loss. They had something of a falling-out over it, and they haven't really spoken since. 

-Edgar Jomfru: Despite being very different people, St. Cecilia really enjoys Edgar's company. He merely tolerates her at first, but she grows on him, to the point where they're legitimately friends come Doomstar. The two of them often have lunch together on the roof of Mordhaus so they can get some fresh air. 

-Family: St. Cecilia's family consists of her mother, Elizabeth, her older sister, Bryony, and her now-deceased grandmother, Esme. St. Cecilia has a very formal, cold relationship with her mother, and she has no desire to change that. As far as she's concerned, her mother doesn't deserve to have a good relationship with her. St. Cecilia adores Bryony, though. Though Elizabeth brags about her, Bryony remains modest and is very close with her sister because of it. Though there's seven years between them, they may as well be twins. Esme, who passed away in 1993, was more of a mother to St. Cecilia than Elizabeth ever was, and St. Cecilia still misses her terribly. She was a big part of getting SnB off the ground, and the boys even came to her funeral.

-Snakes N' Barrels: St. Cecilia adores all the boys, of course, but Sammy is the only one she really kept in touch with after the breakup. He was her favorite long before Pickles joined. There was a pregnancy scare not long after the band took off that somehow, against all odds, brought the two of them even closer. Sammy was St. Cecilia's first love. Her relationships with Tony and Snazz were much more professional, though none of them were anywhere near professional. The crown tattoo behind her right ear was done by Tony on a drunken night in, and it was too good a night for her to even consider covering it or getting it removed. 

-Stiletto: She gets along with them all quite well! She's known Niamh McLoughlin, their bassist, the longest, and their friendship dates back to their school days. Lex Clarke and Priyanka Dayal, the drummer and the guitarist respectively, came as a package deal, as they've been more or less married for years. St. Cecilia adores them and the sweetness of their relationship. She's a little envious of them, actually, though she would never say so.

History:

-Childhood: St. Cecilia was born in Oxford, England to Elizabeth Robinson. She was raised more or less at her family's girls-only boarding school, away from her mother. When she was fourteen, she fell off a horse during an equestrian class and badly injured her shoulder. She was one of the popular girls during her school days, up until she hit fifteen and decided that she was no longer a child and had a right to demand respect from her emotionally distant mother. She quit the piano lessons she had been taking for several years and took up the guitar, though it aggravated her injured shoulder and even as a teen, she developed a dependence on painkillers. This rebellious period stretched until she was sixteen and ran away with the help of her grandmother. St. Cecilia was given her name just before she left, so it would be easier for her to hide, as well as a hefty sum to tide her over until she could get herself settled. She was only in LA for a few weeks before she met Sammy at a bar where the SnB prototype band was playing. Naturally, Snazz and Tony weren't thrilled with the idea of Sammy's kinda-sorta-girlfriend trying to become their lead guitarist, and when Snazz disparagingly referred to St. Cecilia as Yoko, she broke his nose (How could he have not expected violence when a Beatles-loving British girl was called such a horrible thing?). This earned their respect and is an event that they laugh about to this day. 

-Snakes n' Barrels era: St. Cecilia stuck with the band for several months before they found Pickles, and she was smitten with him the moment she heard him sing. Esme was an important source of financial support during their formative years. The band made it big after not too long, and they all grew quite close. St. Cecilia ended up in an ill-fated off-and-on relationship with Pickles as time went on, and to this day she doesn't remember the first time she told him she loved him. It wasn't long after his first OD and his following stint in rehab that she told him, and they were both drunk in celebration of his release. His tolerance, even post-rehab, was far higher than hers, though, and he remembers, though he sometimes hates that he does. Though there was genuine love between them, the stress of the band and both of their substance abuse problems drove a wedge between not only the couple, but also the entire band. Coupled with Pickles fucking groupies behind St. Cecilia's back and St. Cecilia's becoming a rather serious Vicodin addict to combat the pain in her injured shoulder, the band was doomed. Pickles came to see St. Cecilia off on her flight back to England, saying he would meet her there when his next residuals check came in, but he never made it, and they didn't speak to each other for years afterward. It hurt, but St. Cecilia supposed it was for the best. A clean break, and all that.

-Preklok: After SnB broke up, St. Cecilia returned to Oxford, staying with Bryony in their mother's guest house as she tried to figure out her next move. Despite her gift for writing lyrics, she had no talent for writing books, and that idea quickly went down the drain. She still received a large amount of money in residuals, but she was reduced to a mere socialite, though it mostly agreed with her. At her mother's insistence, she attended a few classes at Oxford University. She absolutely loved it. In 1992, Esme passed away. St. Cecilia only told Sammy about it, but he took the initiative and brought Pickles, Tony and Snazz with him to the funeral. St. Cecilia was initially pissed, but she really appreciated the support. That was the only time she saw Pickles between SnB's breakup and their reunion concert. He was devastated when her parting words to him were "I love you with everything I am, but I never wanna see you again." In the mid-90s, she posed for an issue of Playboy, and Pickles has a copy of the issue tucked away somewhere. It wasn't until 1998, when she moved to a little flat in London, that St. Cecilia reunited with her school friend Niamh and the idea of Stiletto came about. They found Priyanka and Lex at an open mic night at one of the local clubs, and they hit it off, both as friends and as bandmates. They played at many clubs and pubs, and they were soon found by a scout at another open mic night. They signed with the UK branch of Crystal Mountain Records and were assigned the surly but efficient Melinda Glasscock as their manager, and within three years, Stiletto was huge, due in part to St. Cecilia's residual fame from Snakes N' Barrels. Their first tour was through Europe, but the second came to America, where St. Cecilia met Magnus in a bar post-show. They got on really well, and she invited him to her hotel room for the night. They exchanged numbers and got quite close over time, with her even flying him out to London from time to time so they could hang out. Magnus knew who she was from the start, and while he planned to use her feelings for Pickles to get her on his side, that soon faded and he came to genuinely like her. She wouldn't learn who he was until later on. A few years before canon, she had a quickie with Nathan in a coat room at a singers-only part at Crystal Mountain records, and he used the fact that she couldn't fit her mouth around his dick as inspiration for Dethklok's infamous song "Glasgow Smile."

-Season 1: 

-St. Cecilia's first mention within the confines of canon is during Performance Klok, when Pickles mentions he hasn't been in a serious relationship since the '80s despite the fact that he would certainly thrive under such attention. 

-She first appears in Snakes N' Barrels, during the documentary the Dethklok is watching. The guys are a little critical when they (Save Nathan, who's known for a long time) learn that part of SnB's downfall was due to Pickles's failed relationship with St. Cecilia. There's some comedic nonsense talk about fucking one's guitarist before Pickles goes to speak with Charles. Though St. Cecilia is working on an album with Stiletto when she's asked to go the reunion, she manages to push through and finish in time, though she arrives nearly late. She finds Pickles backstage, and when he sweeps in to kiss her, she pulls away a bit, saying they can't do this, as she's spoken for. She lets him hold her close, though. The rest of Dethklok finds them like that, and St. Cecilia excuses herself to go find Sammy, Tony and Snazz. There's some talk about Pickles not leaving Dethklok, which he says he won't, but they're rather worried after catching him with St. Cecilia in his arms. Meanwhile, she manages to find the boys, and they meet with Pickles backstage. While the boys partake of the Totally Awesome Sweet Alabama Liquid Snake, St. Cecilia doesn't, as she once humiliated herself by passing out on stage and doesn't wish to repeat the incident. She presses a kiss to Pickles's palm before they go on stage, an old ritual that they were never able to shake. What happens is far worse than someone just passing out, and she and Pickles leave the stage amidst the chaos while the medical Klokateers take care of the boys and see them off to the hospital. It's a disaster. She's embarrassed and angry, and she turns down Pickles's offer of a ride home and calls someone instead, as she didn't get her money converted and can't pay for a cab. This someone turns out to be the man who's claimed her, Magnus, and Pickles is none too happy about it. He tries to stop her from going with him, but it doesn't work. 

-She isn't seen in Dethkids, but she is mentioned. When Pickles starts drinking harder than usual, he finally gives in to the urge to call her, to talk about how Sammy and Snazz and Tony are doing, and to tell her that she should steer clear of Magnus. He's so drunk, though, that she barely has even an idea of what he's talking about. 

-Offscreen, but somewhere between the two SnB episodes, Magnus and St. Cecilia abruptly break up. She has a feeling something was going on with him, but his sudden disappearance really hurt her. They had been together off and on for years, after all. A few weeks before he left, he bought her a little pink knife and showed her how to use it, just in case he wasn't around to protect her. When he left, he left his guitar behind, and she still has it as of Doomstar. 

-Season 2: 

-She's mentioned by Seth in Dethwedding, though only as "that British chick" he thought Pickles would eventually have married. Pickles nearly decks him for even mentioning her.

-St. Cecilia's next appearance is in Snakes N' Barrels II. In part one, during the advertisement for the SOBERTOWN USA concert, she's missing from the band lineup, and Pickles is both relieved and a little concerned by her absence. 

-In SnB II part two, Nathan, Skwisgaar and Toki find her among the crowd at the SOBERTOWN USA concert. Nathan asks if she wasn't invited to play, but she says that she was: She just didn't think it was right to play without Pickles. Realizing that Pickles is sneaking around backstage, she leaves to go find him and try to keep him from doing something he'll regret. She only finds him just as Tony, Snazz and Sammy start freaking out, and she only just manages to keep Pickles from killing Rikki Kixx, though she honestly doesn't mind the thought of him dead. She pulls Pickles away from the stage, where he calls the Klokateers to take care of Sammy, Snazz and Tony, and she sets to icing down his bruised knuckles. She tells him that she and Magnus broke up, and he's thoroughly pleased about it: She's too good for him, anyway. That irritates her a bit, but she tells him to call her sometime, though she insists he do it when he's not drunk off his ass. 

-Season 3: 

-Ironically, when Pickles calls her in Dethhealth to inform her that he's dying, he's in fact drunk again. She wants to go to Mordhaus to see him, but he tells her to stay where she is, as he doesn't want her seeing him like that, though she's seen him at rock bottom as it is. At the end of the episode, he's drunker and higher than ever, but he calls her again to let her know he's all right. She can't understand him, though, so he puts Nathan on to explain. She’s thoroughly relieved, but she’s still considering going to Mordhaus to see him. She implores of Nathan, "Take care of him, all right?"

-Offscreen, in the time between Dethhealth and Dethmas, Pickles goes to London for a while to appease St. Cecilia, and to their mutual surprise, it's not really all that different from how it was when they were actually together. There's lots of cuddling and kissing and great sex and just... Hanging out. It's easy for them to be together. They have their share of problems, but the old spark between them is still there. Pickles is honestly a little scared of that: What if he falls for her all over again just for her to break his heart like she did last time? The fact that she has Magnus's guitar makes him doubly suspicious. He starts drinking harder than ever to drown out the thoughts of her. 

-In Rehabklok, when Pickles's drinking is brought to the attention of the band and he's sent to rehab, he tries for a while to blame it on St. Cecilia. She broke his heart, and he drinks to cope. It makes perfect sense, until he starts to really think about it and realizes that he's equally at fault for how their relationship (And also SnB) fell apart. He realizes, after many years, that he hurt her as badly as she hurt him. And that makes him feel even worse. He talks the doctor into letting him call her to apologize, but it doesn't go well: She's a little offended that he would even consider blaming her for his drinking, given he was a drunk long before they met. "Is that what I am to you now? An excuse to get drunk and act a fool?" Not long after that, Pickles realizes the real cause for his drinking.

-Just before Charles goes to speak to the UN in Doublebookedklok, he calls St. Cecilia and cryptically asks her if she speaks Latin. She owes him a favor for getting her out of some legal trouble, so she can't really refuse. Several months before, she punched a scummy paparazzo who called Magnus washed-up, and Charles used his reeducation program to keep those involved from pressing charges or damaging St. Cecilia's reputation. 

-Season 4:

-In Fanklok, before Charles meets with the band to discuss Klokikon, he welcomes St. Cecilia to Mordhaus and presents her with an ancient-looking journal that belonged to Aurelius Isambard, one of the original prophets of the Church of the Black Klok. She's taken down to the basement, where she's introduced to Edgar Jomfru, and gets to work. 

-In Diversityklok, after he's spoken to Edgar, Charles speaks to St. Cecilia. He finds her engrossed, but thoroughly worried. She asks if this is real, and she's even more worried when he tells her it is. 

-Offscreen, St. Cecilia has been hard at work translating the journal, and she's come to a passage that seems to describe the growing tension between the band. It also mentions an approaching star, and she takes to sitting on the roof at night to observe the sky. 

-In Prankklok, when Pickles tells Nathan that he's not allowed to drink any tequila during their friender-bender, Nathan tells him he can't visit St. Cecilia when they stop in London. Pickles reluctantly agrees. Not long after, we see Pickles on his phone, though, debating on calling her just before he notices the storm warning.

-Offscreen, St. Cecilia approaches Charles about a phrase repeated over and over in the journal: Fata sidus oritur, the star of fate is born. 

-After Charles breaks the news about Ice Festival to Skwisgaar in Bookklok, he goes to speak with St. Cecilia and Edgar in the basement. She's tacked two star maps to the wall: One from the previous week and one from the previous night. There's a spot near the center of the first map that seems bigger on the second one. She looks like the world is ending when she tells him it's the Doomstar. It's real. It's coming? When? Soon, she says. Far too soon.

-When Charles tells the boys he's going out of town in Dethcamp, it's to take St. Cecilia to an observatory, where they meet with Ishnifus and spend a few days tracking the Doomstar's movement as it comes closer and closer to Earth. 

-In Going Downklok, when Pickles shows up all decked out for his meeting with Abigail, Nathan is quick to ask, "Don't you have a girlfriend?" Pickles insists he doesn't; He and St. Cecilia was hurt and angry the last time they spoke. On top of that, he believes she's all the way in London, and Abigail is right there. 

-Offscreen, between Dethdinner and Breakup Klok, St. Cecilia is tagged in the video of Pickles leaving Dethklok by a drunken Toki. She's incredibly hurt. Pickles has nothing, he said. She, apparently, is nothing.

-In Breakup Klok, Pickles tries to call St. Cecilia to invite her to his wine tasting, but she refuses to answer and sends him straight to voicemail. Towards the end of the episode, after the escape from Salacia, Charles requests a check-up on Edgar and St. Cecilia back at Mordhaus, and Pickles is stunned and angry to learn that she's been more or less within arm's reach for months. Had he known, he's certain things would have been different-- He wouldn't have tried to make a move on Abigail and he wouldn't have fucked up his chance to get back with St. Cecilia again.

-Offscreen, St. Cecilia speaks to Charles about staying at a hotel for a few days, just until Roy Cornickelson's funeral, after which she'll return to Mordhaus and her translation work. The day of the funeral, though, she receives a call from Magnus telling her she absolutely cannot attend, as he can't guarantee her safety. It's the last time she has contact with him before his death. We also see her watching the news about Dethklok's breakup and the insinuation that Abigail caused it, and St. Cecilia chucks a bottle at the TV, mirroring Pickles's actions in SnB II.

-In Church of the Black Klok, St. Cecilia is fetched from the hotel by Klokateers and taken to the Dethsub, where she meets with Charles, pointedly ignores Pickles, and goes to work with Edgar instead. 

-The Doomstar Requiem:

-In "One of Us Must Die," St. Cecilia can be seen on one of the slides, staring up into the sky with Isambard's journal held to her chest. Towards the end of the song, reading from the book, she sings, "Dethklok, they must be rejoined/Evil, it must be destroyed/No more apathetic stoics/They can learn to be heroic/Write the song that will be our salvation..."

-In "Training," while carrying the journal, she sings the lyrics, "As the prophecy foretold, the Doomstar has been born/And you all will be endowed with a power known to none." Nathan, Skwisgaar and Murderface are looking at the art of the Prophecy, but Pickles is watching her. Ishnifus places a hand upon her shoulder, and they sing together, "The Deth lights are within you all waiting to be woken/And when the five are united, the evil will be broken," in a show of solidarity.

-In "En Antris et Stella Fatum Cruenti," just after Ishnifus is killed and the Doomstar goes red, we see a shot of Charles, Edgar and St. Cecilia at the Church, watching the sky. 

-In "Morte Lumina," in a mirror to Nathan and Abigail's kiss, we see Pickles approach St. Cecilia, and she presses a kiss to his palm (Which is a really significant gesture between them) before he pulls her into his arms. 

Trivia: 

-The stars on her cheeks are actually a makeup trick, as she's afraid to have a needle so close to her eyes. 

-She smokes Honeyrose Cherry cigarettes (Which have roughened her voice a bit), but she doesn't drink to excess, save when she's with Pickles. He's a terrible influence on her, but she adores him just the same. Considering him and Magnus, she has rather bad taste in men.

-Her signature scent is Estée Lauder's Cinnabar, which features notes of jasmine, orange blossom, cloves, and patchouli. She uses a cinnamon body oil when she wants to get Pickles's attention. It always works.

-She wants nothing more than to be loved, but she's keenly aware of the fact that most of the people who "love" her only want to coast on her fame. It's resulted in her having a hard time trusting people. The fact that Pickles and the rest of Dethklok don't need to coast off her is part of why she likes them so much.

-She's an iced coffee addict, and she prefers chocolate, caramel, or hazelnut varieties.

-She was raised Catholic, and while she lapsed a long time ago, she has occasional bouts of Catholic Guilt. Her name is related to her religion, as St. Cecilia is the patron saint of music.

-Her preferred alcohol is Bombay Sapphire gin, though she also likes white wine and champagne.

-She's a plant mom. Her flat is full of plants, including a little devil's tongue cactus she bought at a farmer's market in LA when she first came to America. It's traveled the world with her! It lived in the cupholder of Snazz's van for several years, and now it lives in her kitchen, perched on top of the microwave.

-She has a pretty serious oral fixation. She's always got something in her mouth: A cigarette, a pen, a popsicle, someone's fingers, a dick. Depends on her mood. Getting her tongue pierced helped a little, as she can play with the stud, but some habits just can't be broken.

-She and the rest of Stiletto own a condo building in London together, and she naturally has the penthouse to herself. It's very airy and open, with lots of mirrors and plants and exposed brick. One corner of her living room is just a huge window that looks out on the city. It's her favorite feature. Magnus is too nervous to go near it.

#this is a lot but i feel like she feels like a real character almost #Metalocalypse #nathan explosion #pickles the drummer #skwisgaar skwigelf #toki wartooth #william murderface #charles offdensen #magnus hammersmith #mtl #my mtl #st. cecilia jameson

[calciumcryptid]

Minetaverse | Shunsuke Mineta

Shunsuke Mineta, also known as Venomous Hero: Viperstrike, is the main protagonist of the Minetaverse.

Shunsuke Mineta is the illegitimate son of Minoru Mineta, but due to his father's actions he was shoved into an orphanage at a young age tagged with the family name of Mineta by the heroes who apprehended his father.

He is currently a first year student in the Heroics course at Ultra Academy (UA), wishing to become a hero for the money.

APPEARANCE

Shunsuke Mineta is a short boy with dark skin and typical black features. His hair is black, styled into Bantu knots, with spheres of varying shades of purple resting on said knots. His eyes resemble that of a snake, with thin black pupils and dark purple irises. He has natural black outlines around his eyes, often mistaken for eyeliner. His body resembles that of a rock climber.

At Ultra Academy, he wears the standard male uniform: a deep blue blazer with red trimmings over a white dress shirt and dress pants, along with a red tie which he doesn't do up properly. He wears the black dress shoes typical of the rest of the student body.

His hero uniform consists of a black jumpsuit, with portions of it exchanged for a flexible scale armor that resembles scales. The jumpsuit has a hood. He wears traditional black climbing gloves with purple pads. He also has on black climbing boots that have purple soles. He has a silver belt with pockets holding gadgets, and connected to that belt consists of a whip that resembles a snake tail. He also wears a gas mask and pair of shades.

His casual clothes consist of a ripped black tank top with ripped jeans, and purple tennis shoes falling apart. He often goes without any socks, and has only one pair of boxers.

PERSONALITY

Shunsuke Mineta is a very jaded young man, coming off as cold-hearted and sarcastic. In reality, he is very reserved. Due to years of his life being ruined by his father's family name, he has become practically non-expressive. these traits are especially present about hero hopefuls or fans of the famous Class A.

However, upon being accepted in Ultra Academy and bonding with the fellow misfits he becomes more relaxed around them but becomes tense once again upon being around his other classmates.

He is very diligent and resourceful with the environment around him. He constantly is looking for an escape route in case things go south, and is arguably the best climber among his classmates.

Despite his prickly exterior, Shunsuke Mineta is extremely protective and caring towards those he is fond of. For example, the reason he is in the heroics course at all is to obtain the funds heroes receive in order to properly care for a young girl from his orphanage. Another example is that he'll often cook breakfast for the fellow misfits.

ABILITIES

Self-Taught Climber: Shunsuke is well trained in the art of climbing, and is able to move effortlessly and smoothly on angled and/or vertical surfaces. He is able to take advantage of any handholds they find, no matter how small, on trees, rocks, walls, etc. He utilizes this skill as a way to vertically ascend and escape pursuers.

QUIRK

Poisonous Pop-Off is the name of Shunsuke's primary quirk. It allows him to produce and pluck ball0shaped objects from his head; the balls grow back just as fast as they're pluck. The balls consist of different properties based off of the shade of purple. Some are incredibly sticky and will stick to any surface; the exception being Shunsuke himself as he just bounces off them. Some serve as acid bombs that will go off upon hitting a hard surface. Some serve as poison gas bombs that will go off upon hitting a hard surface.

The downside is that if he plucks too many of these from his head, it will cause him to start bleeding from his scalp.

Poison Immunity is the name of Shunsuke's secondary quirk. It allows him to interact with his spheres without being affected by the affects especially considering his hair oil itself is poisonous. This also extends to other poisons and gases. Although it does not extend to gases that will put him to sleep.

STATISTICS

Power: 3/5

Speed: 4/5 (Regular) 5/5 (Climbing)

Technique: 4/5

Intelligence: 3/5

Cooperativeness: 2/5

EQUIPMENT

Hero Uniform: Shunsuke's hero uniform was made with the prupose of letting him use his skills to the best of his ability.

Gas Mask: This piece of equipment is a simple gas masks that covers the bottom half of Shunsuke's face. This was implemented after encountering the Midngiht Force.

Protective Shades: This piece of equipment are a pair of protective eye glasses that cover the eye region of his face. This is to protect his eyes from pieces of debris.

Climbing Gloves: Equipment made using the special substance that exudes from Shunsuke's scalp, it generates his own sticky substance at the glove pads to allow an easier climb.

Scale Armor: Sections of Shunsuke's bodysuit consist of patches of scale armor meant for the protection of vital joints.

Snake Rattle Whip: A whip fashioned to look like a snake tail, there is a button Shunsuke is able to press to make it let off a snake rattle as a way to warn his enemies.

Climbing Boots: Equipment made using the special substance that exudes from Shunsuke's scalp, it generates his own sticky substance at the soles to allow an easier climb. It also has a jet-boost feature that allows for larger jumps after a cooldown period. They are also sound cancelling.

TRIVIA

Shunsuke Mineta has never met his mother or knows her identity beyond she is where he gets the poison part of his quirk.

Shunsuke Mineta is inspired by Arkham games' Copperhead, and cobras in general.

GALLERY

{ Left: Picrew Casual Appearance; Right: Old Depiction of his Hero Costume }

#minetaverse

[spenciegoob]

Triple Edged Sword Part 2

A/N: Hi! This is part two of the “three” part (wink wink) series !!

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Category: Angst/Smut

Content Warning: mentions of death of a major character, dom!spencer, penetrate sex, unprotected sex, spanking, fingering, hair pulling, biting, overstimulation, praise, domdrop

Series Masterlist

Masterlist

Word Count: 2.2k

Part One | Part Three

______

And then Emily died.

And it changed Spencer more than anyone else but her knew. Nobody knew how much it changed the way he loved, how he held her a little bit closer than usual now. How he used more force to kiss her like if he didn’t, she may disappear too.

Of course he got snappier with everyone as well, using anger to mask his intense sorrow over the loss of one of his closest friends. It made sense. Spencer was always like that when it came to negative emotions.

If it wasn’t anger, make it anger.

What didn’t make sense, however, was how he took the anger out with her.

It wasn’t gradual, and he didn’t ask to switch roles before he took control over her in the bedroom. One day he came home from work, a simple paperwork day, but without the distraction of a case, the sadness crept its way into the deepest parts of Spencer’s brain. They made their home there, inhabiting the space with no plan to evict anytime soon. 

He lost control, snapping at Hotch for requesting Reid leave early to get some sleep.

“You don’t think I would if I could?” Spencer had yelled in his boss’s face with so much force it equally scared and concerned the stern man on the receiving end. After that, Spencer knew Hotch was right, and packed up his satchel to return home.

Return home to her.

All Spencer wanted was to go home and let her comfort him, but the idea of being vulnerable in such a self-pity, upset with the world way made him nauseous. 

He found comfort in her, though, even if it was from a place of anger instead.

When Spencer walked through the door only to throw his satchel down next to it instead of his desk chair, she knew that it was a bad day. There were always the little things she noticed he did when he was in that funk; how he asked for a hug instead of going directly for it, or let his hands involuntarily shake instead of trying to hide it. 

She was angry, too. She was angry at the world for throwing Spencer more trauma every time he was starting to heal. She hated how every time he trusted his life to start getting better, it would stab him in the back, twist the knife, pull it out and let him bleed. 

It wasn’t fair, and she would so anything for him.

“Hi, Pretty Boy.” She tried to coax him from his spot still stuck in front of the door, staring at the hardwood floor too deep into his own self deprecating thoughts.

He didn't answer. Instead, he stalked over to her in the kitchen, keeping his eyes downcast. Immediately, she abandoned the wine she was pouring, to follow his movements. Soon enough, he was in front of her, still looking to the floor, while she leaned her back against the counter.

“Spencer?” She could only call out in hopes that he would come back to her, and she believed that it worked when he let his eyes meet hers, but what she saw in them proved her wrong.

It was pure, animalistic rage.

She reached her hand up to graze his cheek, but the action was put to a stop before the soft skin of her palm met his scruff. Spencer’s hand holding her wrist suspended in the air was forceful, but not enough to hurt her.

Never enough to hurt her.

She still gasped at the unforeseen movement, the destructive man in her presence inducing both fear and excitement.

She watched the storm in his mind swarm through his eyes as he refused to look anywhere but down her body. Spencer needed an escape, a way to forget for even one second the absolute wreck that was his mind. There he was, a hurricane circling in on her land, and she would let him swallow her whole.

He watched his own hand trail from her wrist, and make its way to her shoulder. The closer he moved, the quicker her breath became. Spencer had become unpredictable in a matter of seconds and to say she wasn’t growing with anticipation would be a lie.

Spencer stepped into the space between the two, closing her in between him and the counter. Suddenly, he grabbed the back of her neck, pulled her chest to his and forced her to look up at him. 

Their chests heaved in unison with one another, creating a steady rhythm to the dance they had started. 

Spencer stared at her lips, his eyes unwavering with their undeniable desire for her. With his gaze not meeting hers, he couldn’t see that she was unknowingly doing the same.

“Stop me,” he pleaded between heavy breaths. “Because if you don’t, I might hurt you.”

“Spencer.” Her voice held no uncertainty even in the form of a whisper. The two finally looked up at each other, holding an intense stare full of lust. “Do it.”

He wasted no time crashing their mouths together. The kiss was sloppy, teeth clashing and tongues fighting a war. They consumed every part of each other, their hands never seizing to feel every inch of their lover.

Until Spencer grabbed her by the hips, spinning her around to slam her against the counter. The untouched wine fell to the floor with a crash, shattering to little pieces.

His hands roamed from her hips to the curve of her ass, giving it a hard squeeze before pulling one hand back to return it just as quickly.

The loud SMACK! was drowned out by the moan that escaped from the back of her throat, surprising the two of them.

“You like that, baby? You like when I use you like this?” The filthy words leaving Spencer’s mouth made her grow wetter by the second.

All she could muster as a response was a desperate whimper, pushing her backside to him, pressing harder into his waiting hands, and when that didn’t satisfy him, Spencer lifted her off the counter by her hair to whisper in her ear, ripping another moan from her.

“Words, baby.” The softness of his tone was a direct contrast from his rough movements.

“Y-Yes, sir.” The title slipped by accident, but Spencer let out a groan and grounded his hardening member against her ass, eliciting another soft whimper.

“You're gonna ruin me one day,” was all the warning she got before he pushed her back down on the counter and ripped her sweatpants and panties off in one quick motion.

The sudden cool air that hit her pussy caused a shiver, but when Spencer’s fingers trailed up the inner part of her thigh, it was sent right back to her spine.

“Are you wet for me, baby?” He asked before finding the answer for himself. “You are.” His tone was almost tantalizing, but with the way he wasted no time sinking two fingers into her heat, Spencer loved her arousal as much as she did.

The pace he set with his fingers was ruthless, giving her no time to catch up with the sensation of him curling his digits to hit her sweet spot repeatedly. Her loud moans went straight to Spencer’s dick, making him impatient with anticipation.

He leaned over her, pinning her down completely to whisper in her ear, “That’s it, sweetheart, fucking take it.”

“Spence I’m... I’m gonna-” She tried to moan out, but Spencer sunk his teeth into her exposed shoulder around the strap of her his tank top.

“I know, baby, do it. Cum for me.” That was all it took for her to squirm under his bodyweight, moaning his name like a prayer. The feeling of her clenching around his fingers that never seized their movements was heavenly for Spencer.

She was still his own Goddess.

She whimpered at the loss of his fingers buried deep inside her only for them to reappear at her lips.

“Open.” He stuck his fingers coated with her orgasm down her throat, causing her to gag slightly. She sucked her arousal, hollowing her cheeks around his digits. Spencer laughed at her blind compliance, a kind of laugh that was twisted in its own special way.

“You’re being such a good girl for me. Do you think you deserve my cock?” He asked, burying his fingers deeper in her mouth, pushing down on her tongue to get her to gag around them again.

She moaned loudly around them, eyes rolling back in pure ecstasy as he ran the tip of his cock between her folds, gathering her previous arousal.

He ripped his fingers from her mouth to use the same hand to pull her hair back, arching her back while slamming their hips together.

They both reveled in the feeling of Spencer filling her up to the hilt, their loud moans creating a filthy symphony.

He pulled back slowly, antagonizing her once again, only to slam back deeper than before.

“Spencer!” She screeched at the feeling, pain and pleasure mixing, a cocktail stronger than any alcohol.

“I warned you,” he started as he set a brutal pace, fucking her hard into the counter, the grip on her hair never relaxing. “I warned you this would happen, but you were a brat, and look. Now you can’t take it. I though you were a good girl.”

“I am, sir, I can take it. Just please, Spencer. Please.”

“Please what, Y/N?”

“Don’t fucking stop.” He smirked down at her, and pulled her hair back harder so she rested against his shoulder, hitting her deeper than both thought possible. He leaned down to her ear, mimicking his previous movements as her eyes squeezed shut, the sensation almost too much.

“That’s my girl.” The comment made her come around him once more. Her vision went white as her body threatened to collapse on herself, Spencer having to hold her upright. 

“You feel so fucking good, sweetheart.” He threw his head back, his eyes screwing shut as she clenched and unclenched around him. “Do you think you can give me one more?”

“I- I can t-try, sir,” she panted between little whimpers, overstimulated with Spencer’s brutality. 

“Good girl,” he said before reaching down to rub circles on her clit in time with his thrusts, his other hand kneading her breast.

There was no room left in her mind for anything other than Spencer, and the extreme pleasure he was giving her. He took control over her body, pulling on the reigns and guiding her to euphoria.

“I’m right there, Y/N. Cum with me.” Her body belonged to him, and in turn his was hers as they toppled over the edge together. Spencer’s warmth spread through her as he shot his load deep, her orgasm milking every last drop.

She could no longer hold her own weight, threatening to fall to the ground if it wasn’t for Spencer keeping her upright. Their heavy breathing filled the silence that settled over them, neither knowing what to say.

Once they both came down from their shared high, Spencer slowly pulled out of her, careful to not hurt her.

“Come on, sweet girl, let’s get you cleaned up.” Spencer scooped her up bridal style, leaving the broken glass and messy counter for later. He carried her to the bathroom and set her down on the edge of the tub.

She just sat there, watching Spencer gather lotion, a washcloth and a cup of water with eyes like glass. He handed her the water to which she took with two shaky hands before turning his attention back to the sink to wet the cloth.

Spencer kneeled in front of her, slowly opening her legs with the delicacy one would handle fine china with. When he brought the washcloth up to her core that was still leaking with his cum, she couldn’t hide the wince from sensitivity.

His head snapped up, and their eyes met only for a second, but she saw the glimpse in his eyes that she needed to confirm.

His eyes were filled with such intense guilt.

“Hey,” she cooed, putting her hand on his chin to bring his head back to her level instead of him staring at the red scratches on the inside of her thigh. “It’s okay.”

“I hurt you. I didn't mean to I- I just-” Before Spencer could continue, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders and latched onto his body to which he immediately relaxed under.

“I’m okay, Spencer, really. I promise I’m okay.” She stroked his back as he started to shake with tears. “I actually quite liked it.”

He pulled away to find her looking down at him with a soft, reassuring smile, but he couldn’t find the strength to return it.

“Let me take care of you this time,” she pleaded, pulling him up from his kneeling position. Without letting go of his hand, she brought him to their shared bedroom, and opened the covers for the two to crawl into.

“Can I read to you?” She asked once they were settled, Spencer resting his head on her chest, their legs intertwined like lock and key and her fingers running through his wild curls.

“Please.” It was so gentle when spoken, enough to almost bring her to tears. The man she lay with had one of the biggest hearts God had gifted a human being, and yet the world loved to chip parts of it away.

She reached over to the nightstand, grabbing the first book she could reach. She hadn’t realized her decision until she opened the beat up novel to the first page.

With a deep breath, she started.

“For a long time, I used to go to bed early. Sometimes...”

____

Join a taglist here Tell me your thoughts on this part here Have a request? Send it in here

#spencer reid #spencer x reader #spencer x y/n #spencer reid smut #spencer reid angst #emily prentiss #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds imagine #criminal minds smut #criminal minds angst

[rose-colored-amy]

Prompt: Genin!Sakura meets her future self, a hardened warrior who has lost everything —from her teammates to the world itself—. She has come to warn her younger version about the consequences of being negligent. Unbeknownst to them, this short meeting will end up being the turning points towards another future; a future where the world is safe and there's much less pain to recover from. Slight Sasusaku. Mostly Team 7 fluff.

One Day at a Time

Sakura was acting strange. Kakashi could tell right away. She was silent, which was an oddity in itself. Usually she would fuss over Sasuke until the boy silenced her with a sharp comment or a straight up glare. He decided to let it slide. Surely it wasn't something to worry about. She was a pre-teen. Pre-teens brooded over absolutely everything and anything. Still, by the corner of his eye, he could see Sasuke peeking at her warily, as if she had somehow grow a second head while Naruto complained about their newest D-rank. When the young Uchiha realized he had been caught staring at his teammate, he glared at Kakashi and looked the other way.

Such cute students he had indeed.

The next day she remained the same, but then again not everybody got over their madness in one day, and Sakura seemed the resentful type, so he still didn't address it. However, he felt slightly put out when she started going over katas and stamina training while the boys sparred in the background.

The third day, however, was rather concerning. She showed up with dark ninja pants, long sleeved fingerless gloves that reached above her elbows and a white tank top. It contrasted greatly with her overall everyday appearance. Moreover, she was a bit ruffled, as if she had been exercising before their meeting. Also, her eyes held dark circles underneath. When he revealed himself, Sasuke was staring blankly at her and Naruto was being royally ignored on his many questions while she meditated.

By the time they made it to sparring, he could tell she was frustrated. Her chakra was unsteady, flickering like a blown bulb on its last hours. It spiked with fury everytime she failed to do a push up. Her teammates were also distressed, surely noticing her predicament. Still, the tension remained, but no one dared say anything nor break it.

Half an hour later, she fell face first to the floor because she caught her own hair under her palm. The boys stopped the pitiful spar abruptly —they weren't onto it anyways, too preoccupied stealing subtle glances to their teammate—. Kakashi was half a way from closing on her when she suddenly growled and stood up, nose bleeding, and took a kunai from her pouch.

"Saku—"

Then, she gripped furiously at the end of her long tresses and cut them clean with the knife, tossing the seemingly offending rest to the ground. Now, her long silky pink hair stood on irregular spikes just above her shoulders. Kakashi stood there, not saying anything, while Naruto's mouth fell open —speechless for once—. Sasuke just looked as if he had witnessed something freaky, eyes widened and everything.

She whipped her blood with the back of her fingerless gloves.

"Sakura-chan! What the heck?!"

Kakashi put a hand on Naruto's shoulder the instant he felt Sakura shake. Her breath started to go faster, as if she couldn't take enough air.

"I... I can't—"

Surprisingly, Sasuke was beside her. "Sakura. Listen to me." He places both of his hands on her shoulders, firmly but gently, and Kakashi can't help but stare, mildly astonished. "Breathe with me."

"I... I can't!"

"Yes, yes you can. Just focus only on me. Breathe."

And for once, Naruto is not saying anything, not fussing over her, probably understanding she needed to cling to every ounce of calmness. Instead, he settles for approaching her and rubbing her back, tracing the circle of the Haruno clan with his palm.

"I can't do it... I can't. It'll never be enough." She fisted her hands, stabbing her own skin with her nails until her knuckles went white.

"Enough for what, Sakura?"

"Shut up, dobe! Not now!" That effectively shut the blonde up. Sasuke's gaze shifted to her once more. "Sakura. Breathe with me. Just breathe."

Five minutes later and her breathing stabilized. They had sat her under a sturdy tree, fallen leaves and traces of the sun leaking between them every now and then.

"I'm too weak... I can't go on like this. I need to be stronger."

"You are doing fine, Sakura." This time it was Kakashi who talked, scared shitless of the way she was talking. It sounded too much like Sasuke to be healthy.

"No, I'm not!" She rubbed at her eyes. "I'm a failure to this team. I can't do anything right, I freeze up all the time, I'm not even worth a spar!" She pointed her finger to her teammates, tears still dropping down her cheeks. "One day, they're gonna get killed and I'll just— If I don't contribute I might be the reason if someday—"

"Enough." This time it is Sasuke. He looked positively furious; his nose scrunched up in a sneer. "If you want to be strong so bad, then train. Stop pitying yourself! You're being annoying."

"Oi! Teme!" Naruto shouted, ready to launch at and beat some sense into the young Uchiha. However, Kakashi stopped them in time, just before they got closed enough to cause a scene.

"Both of you. Knock it off. Now's not the time."

They glared at each other once more but Naruto turned to the pinkette, eyes softening. "Sakura-chan, you are already usef—"

"Don't lie, idiot!" Sasuke pushed him out of the way.

"HEY, YOU ASSH—"

"Yes, you are weak. And yes, you contribute little to the team now." He stated it seriously, meeting her glossy eyes up front while ignoring Naruto.

She averted her green orbs in shame.

"However... "

Sakura had heard that tone a couple of times before. She knew it all too well. That was how he talked when he was going to say something embarrassing, but necessary. That was the tone he used when he needed to be kind. The tone she dreamed of since she was a child.

He didn't say 'I love you', but she felt her heart ignite at his next words:

"That doesn't mean that you can't be in the future, though." He crossed his arms over his chest, closing his eyes, and Sakura could have sworn she saw a light blush contrasting against his fair skin. But the shadow of the tree made it difficult to tell, and she didn't want to assume, so she left it slide.

"Yeah, believe it! Our team is gonna be great in no time, Sakura-chan!" And just like that, she felt some tension leaving her guts. Naruto had that effect when he did wanted to be considerate. He looked childish and was loud, but there were moments like these when she did appreciate his positiveness. After all, she way too down-to-earth for her own good.

"Thank you, guys..." She smiled weakly at them. But it was a smile. "Really."

"Anytime, Sakura-chan." Kakashi ruffled her freshly cut hair, an eye smile peeking off his mask. "Just remember: one step at a time."

She was fine the morning afterwards, althought there had been some shift; that was for sure. Kakashi couldn't put a finger on it, but the changes were there. Her efforts were leading her to become proficient in gengutsu, and he tested her everyday on those while the other two sparred.

It was the first step on the right direction, and Sakura never forgot. She never forgot the words her older self had uttered. They were imprinted on her memory, marked by her will of fire like a sacred prayer:

"They're the reason I'm breathing, and they'll be the reason you wake up every morning. Then, because you take them for granted, you'll lose them. And that'll hunt you. Forever."

#naruto #team 7 #sakura haruno #sasuke uchiha #kakashi hatake #naruto uzumaki #fanfiction #angst with a happy ending #prompt #sasusaku

[danny-chase]

wait selina had her own protege? Tell me more 🥺

[Image ID: A young girl (maybe like 13-15) with hazel (yellowish) eyes and short brown hair. She's wearing a lot of eye makeup, a little hat with cat ears, and goggles. She wears a tie, pink vest, and grey t-shirt with pawprints. End ID]

Batman (1940) #642

Kitrina Falcone - link to wiki

She was a Catwoman copy cat (haha sorry i couldn't help it) who grew up with her abusive uncle (Mario Falcone - he literally tries to kill her in the arc she's in, she calls him uncle - but others claim she's his little sister and she claims she's Carmine's daughter) and lived on the streets for a while. She looked up to Catwoman and imitated her, but Selina steals some of her maps (i think like blueprints for heists or smth idk) so she breaks in to Selina's house to steal them back.

At this point she was working for Penguin (she bombed a place it was a whole thing) - her map making skills are vital for taking down/locating Black Mask so she's vital (she's doing this for the bounty). And she and Selina get on and Selina gives her a costume and she becomes Catgirl.

[Image ID: Selina Kyle as Catwoman and Kitrina Falcone as Catgirl stand on a rooftop next to each other with the moon illuminating them. The Catgirl costume has a studded silver belt and collar, black claw-like gloves, black leggings, and a black tank. There are pink zagging stripes on the side of the torso and back of her calf that have silver behind them. She also wears pink ankle high converse with a purple cat icon patch on the side. She has a mini cowl with cat ears that are pink on the inside and pink scale-like bracelets/ruffles at the end of her gloves. Narration boxes (Dick): Or in this case, in the reflection I catch out of the corner of my eye - the swift and agile movement in the reflection of the windows across the street. Selina: He's gone, Catgirl. Kitrina: I want to follow him. I bet he has a cool hideout. Selina: No. You have much to learn... and lesson one starts tonight. End ID]

Batman (1940) #697

Idk if she has any appearances as Catgirl, but following her appearances listed in the wiki she lives with Selina for a while until Dick tries to talk her into going to boarding school (with Selina also on board) on orders from Bruce.

[Image ID: Dick and Kitrina argue on a rooftop, Dick as Batman and Kitrina in a white tank top and pink pajama pants. Narration box: I don't have much time to spare on a night like tonight. But Bruce wants Kitrina Falcone out of Gotham. I can't say I disagree. Dick: The Aldridge Boarding School for girls is one of the best in the country, Kitrina. It's everything you need. Kitrina: And nothing I want. Dick: You can't have what you want. I'm taking that away from you. Kitrina Why are you acting like such a dork? I've proven myself. I helped you. Are you forgetting all the - Dick: You're young enough... smart enough to have a normal life. And you're an opportunist... take the one I'm giving yo - Kitrina: No one gives me anything. I take. I have everything I need here. Support. Training. Selina (off panel): Listen to him, Kitrina. End ID]

Batman (1940) #710

Dick lecturing a kid about not being a child vigilante is just jdfklajdkfla hypocrite XD

Anyways from here on, she runs ahead on the case they're working on (i skimmed didn't actually read it) leaving him clues and such it's like the typical young vigilante storyline of being over confident. She gets in over her head, Dick catches up and bails her out - she runs (because this one actually has self preservation instincts unlike the 934758 other batfam characters). Dick gets shot in the head (again - but don't worry the cowl redistributed its impact *sigh* this man has so much head trauma, but comic book logic) by Harvey Dent's wife Gilda no less and wakes up later and finds this letter.

[Image ID: Dick looks down at a paper, bandages are wrapped around his forehead. He's drawn with blocky features there art style isn't doing him any favors. Dick: A letter from Kitrina Flacone. The note reads: Dear Batman, I am writing to keep you from worrying about what became of me. I wouldn't want you to think that "Catgirl" got in over her head. Or was kidnapped, or killed. They show the side of a travelling bus. Note: I'm leaving voluntarily. In fact, I'm going to try out that school you signed me up for. It's probably a dumb idea... but I'm a girl who likes challenges. Kitrina sits looking into the window, seeing her reflection as Catgirl, earbuds in her ears. Note: And putting up with a bunch of rich prissy debutantes will be a challenge. I'm sure I'll put a few of them on their rears by the time it's over. But the point I'm making is, don't count me out. I'll be back. And I will be bad-assed. - Sincerely, K End ID]

Batman (1940) #712

The arc itself is pretty dry and follows a pattern we've already seen from DC comics. Also she's like "I'll be back" and DC just went sike. So. Yeah. Reboot messed her stuff up. It's annoying to me that they made Lian Selina's new protégé or whatever when they already had this storyline right here, and to have Jade drop her off like that is ooc, especially because Roy was right there as well. And while Kitrina might not be for everyone personality wise, I personally would love to see her kick rich kids asses at boarding school. Or just have her train under Selina - because at the least she already grew up watching Selina and trying to emulate her, both in personality and in the skills she taught herself - so the connection for this character is already there - whereas "Shoes" just came out of nowhere.

Another thing I find kind of funny is the popularity of "Stray" fics, because she hits some of the same beats I've heard about (i haven't read any though this is second hand knowledge). To my understanding, when someone (Tim or Jason) is stray, they grow up on the streets trying to escape familial abuse (which she does) and eventually is taken in by Catwoman (which she is) and becomes her protégé (again which canonically happened to this character). Though she doesn't interact with her respective Robin (Damian at the time) too much which i think is also usually a part of said fics.

Anyways here's her being called a stray lakdfjaslfdj

[Image ID: Kitrina as Catgirl slams into a car, Riddler's daughter following after her. Riddler's daughter: I need to warn you. I hate cats. Kitrina is kicked through the cars windshield. Riddler's daughter: Especially strays. Kitrina: Oofh! End ID]

Batman (1940) #711

I have no idea if this is a coincidence or not - this character has very few appearances, which date back to the Dick!Bats era - so i assume most of this fandom doesn't actually know who she is, but it's possible one of the first "Stray" fics used her as inspiration.

Also she freaking bit Dick as Batman which i find hilarious - i know fandom makes a big thing about Damian being a biter but like:

[Image ID: Kitrina bites someone's gloved forearm - it's Dick as Batman but you can't tell from the panel, forcing him to drop a knife. There's a chomp sound effect. Kitrina: What're ya? Crazy?! You're not killing him! Dick: Umff!]

Batman (1940) #696

*CHOMP*

#I also found a panel of Steph biting the Black Mask during War Games and i was like yes get him!!! #thanks for the ask i'm sorry this was so gosh darn long lmao #Kitrina falcone #stray #i wouldn't go looking for stray stuff apparently theres a lot of j*y/t*m which is why i avoid it #and allow the more dedicated individuals wade through the trash and tell me about it #either which way i'm literally so angry they chose to do a stupid ass plot with Lian instead of just bringing her back #like dc please read your own comic book canon and then we can talk #asks #batfam #little known batfam members #batfamily #catwoman #catgirl #dc comics #selina kyle

[anna-pixie]

padawan -> obi-wan kenobi {part one}

              ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

me: has a witcher series to finish which is taking a lot of time

also me: starts a new series about a character i’ve never written for before!

{also trying out a new layout? unsure of what i think of it}

summary: you’re hopelessly in love with anakin skywalker, but he only has eyes for padmé amidala. your heartbreak is starting to effect your performance in the jedi temple, and your position as padawan to obi-wan kenobi is in jeopardy.

pairings: obi-wan kenobi x reader {eventually}

warnings: none

               ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

         ╔═══*.·:·.☽✧    ✦    ✧☾.·:·.*═══╗

Your face is blank as you watch Anakin from across the room, something you’ve learnt to do from many, many months of suppressing your emotions. Though your face no longer betrays you, the way your heart swells at the sight of his smiling face reminds you of your ever present love for the fiery Jedi.

Your warmth stutters, however, when a hand is placed on his shoulder, and Senator Amidala appears from behind him with a smile full of sunshine and grace. You can’t help but slightly purse your lips as Anakin’s whole body reacts to her touch, as though she is a magnet and he is made out of pure iron.

Anakin, whilst being a great Jedi and an exceptional pilot, is not as skilled at masking his emotions. Despite it technically still being a secret, you’re sure that everyone knows of his love for and marriage to the gleeful senator. It was like a punch in the gut when you had found out about their nuptials. You and Anakin had been close friends for years, your friendship was one of those will-they, won’t-they friendships, full of flirty banter and sexual tension. You had liked it that way, you were content that way. Until the day he arrived with the joyful news that he had settled down with Padmé. That was the day that your friendship changed forever, he withdrew from you, became more distant and treated you the way a Master would treat a Padawan - holding you at arms length as though you had never been close in the first place.

It suffices to say that you’re heartbroken, and you wake up every day just as heartbroken as the last. It’s a horrible cycle that has had devastating effects on your training. You’re unfocused, unwilling to put in any extra effort, unwilling to socialise the way you used to because everywhere you go, the two of them are there, as in love as the day they wed.

“Credit for your thoughts?” The melodious voice of Obi-Wan Kenobi floods your ears as he settles himself beside you on the black lounger.

 “I’d like to think my thoughts are worth more than a singular credit, Master.” You joke, leaping to your usual defence mechanism of humor to deflect from the obvious sadness radiating from you. You’ve never met anyone as perceptive to the force as Obi-Wan, both a blessing due to his vast knowledge, but also a curse, due to the fact you can never quite hide your emotions from the Jedi Master.

You had trained under Obi-Wan at the same time as Anakin, however your recent slip ups had meant that while Anakin was promoted to the rank of Jedi Knight, you still remained a Padawan under the guidance of Obi-Wan.

 “Of course, my Padawan, I apologize,” Humor laces his tone, before he turns to face you completely, his expression more serious as he holds eye contact with you, “I do require a serious conversation with you, Y/N, about your recent performance as my Padawan. Please join me in my quarters for a drink of tea. Be there around 7. Enjoy the rest of your day, young one.”

You watch with a fond smile as the older Jedi makes his leave from the bustling room, his robes swishing behind him as he goes. Truth be told, you had harboured a crush on your Master when you first began to train under him. The first few times you met him were spent with longing gazes and a lot of lip biting on your end, but eventually your attention was captured by the flirty, playful nature of Anakin. You wonder how things would’ve turned out if your focus had stayed on the older Jedi master, you know he is very set in his ways, but you wonder if maybe something would have bloomed between the two of you. You can imagine Obi-Wan to be a very gentle lover, in all aspects, the complete antithesis to the damned Skywalker boy you had fallen for.

With a shake of your head, you banish all thoughts of romance from your mind. You’re training to become a full fledged Jedi, attachments are not allowed. That doesn’t mean other things aren’t allowed, that stupid voice in your head reminds you. No, you won’t let yourself think about such things.

              ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Your head is hanging low as you stroll slowly through the hallway of the Jedi temple, on your way back to your residence after a long day of not really listening to the things the council had been droning on about. You can tell that people are starting to notice your wavering commitment to the cause, however you honestly cannot bring yourself to care.

 A shriek escapes your mouth as a hard body barrels into your own, almost sending you to the ground had it not been for your quick reflexes summoning the force to keep your body upright. A smile forms on your lips as you hear the tell tale chuckles of Anakin, who seems to have quickly ran out from behind one of the pillars without first checking for passers-by.

“Y/N.” He breaths, an apologetic smile on his face as he gathers himself, brushing his chin length hair back into place, “Sorry about that.” His voice is sheepish and he scratches the back of his head.

 “Don’t worry about it, Ani, walk with me?” You throw out, averting your eyes as you nervously await his response. You don’t know why you even asked, you haven’t been alone with him for a while, he’ll definitely say n-

“Sure. You going back to the residences?” You nod at his question, too shocked by his agreement to form words at the moment. He sends you another smile as you start your trek back to your quarters, your legs moving of their own accord whilst your mind takes a moment to catch up with the current situation. You curse your heart for the way it swells instantly with happiness at the presence of Anakin, simply walking beside him, barely feeling the warmth of him under his robes, makes all the feelings you try so hard to suppress return to the surface.

A noise from behind grabs your attention, and the two of you turn your heads, only to be met with the sight of a giggling Padmé trying to sneak out from behind the same pillar Anakin came from. The familiar sadness hits you like a tidal wave as you face forwards once more, just catching the fond smile on Anakin’s face as he looks back at his wife. The fleeting happiness you get when you’re around him is not worth the floods of sadness that always follow, you think, as the two of you walk silently towards your residences.

“I haven’t seen much of you lately, Y/N. No one has, actually. I know Obi-Wan has been worried about you.” He speaks casually, his tone so breezy that it sounds as if your welfare never even crossed his mind. Obi-Wan is worried about you, fine. But is Anakin? He’s the source of all your pain to begin with.

 “That’s nice of him.” You muse, not even glancing in his direction as you continue walking, hoping that your upbeat tone is enough to quell any curiosity he may have. However, it is not, and you’re stopped when he tugs at your elbow, gripping onto it with a slightly lax grip as he narrows his eyes at you.

 “Seriously, Y/N, what on Tatooine is going on with you?.” His tone is firmer now, and your skin is heating at the feeling of his hand on the bare skin of your arm. You try to find your words as you gaze into his eyes and you quickly realise that you need to get yourself together, lest you want him to feel your true emotions through the force.

“Absolutely nothing.” A tight smile pulls across your lips and you wrench your elbow out of his grip, leaving him standing outside the temple with his suspicious gaze trained on your retreating figure.

 By the time you return to your room, you only have an hour or so before you’re due to meet Obi-Wan for tea. You decide that you must do some meditation before you face your Master, knowing that his concern for your wellbeing will make him more perceptive when he analyses you.

You find brief tranquility, thinking of the lush skies and soft greenery of your home planet Alderaan. It’s not long before your mind is bombarded with the images of what Anakin and Padmé must’ve been getting upto behind the pillar of the temple, stealing secret kisses and laughs because they love each other so much that they can’t possibly wait until they are in private to be together.

Jealousy rolls off you in waves, thinking about how you wish it was you that he was so desperate to kiss, so desperate to hold and be in your presence even though it is forbidden. Accepting the fact that Obi-Wan will be able to sense your negative emotions from a mile away, you begin to get ready to join him.

You’ve never been in a Master’s quarters before, so you’re unsure of whether your usual outfit is appropriate attire for the occasion. A simple tank top, usually a light colour, and matching tight pants, with a sheer sarong wrapped around your waist. Deciding that you doubt Obi-Wan will care what you’re wearing, you decide to forgo any changes. You fix your hair and look in the mirror with a frown as your thoughts take over once more.

What does Padmé have that you don’t? Is it her position in the senate? Her maturity? Her outgoing personality? You had tried to be more like her, more vocal and social in your day to day life, but by nature you are cripplingly shy, so that failed miserably.

               ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Come in, Padawan.” Your Master’s voice sounds from behind the large white door, and you wait patiently as it slides open for you at his command. He is still wearing his robes from the day, you note, as he pours two small cups of herbal tea at the small table next to his kitchenette.

All the Jedi Masters have larger, more equipped residences than the Padawans, and usually make food and eat in their own quarters rather than in the mess hall like the rest of you.

You take a moment to look around Obi-Wan’s room whilst he is momentarily distracted making your drinks. It’s very...him. He seems to have chosen to forgo the harsh, overhead lighting that adorns the rest of the residences, instead having a few dim lamps dotted around that spread a low, moody hue around the room. It is relatively clean, his bed is made, scattered with many comfy looking blankets, yet every free surface seems to be covered by piles and piles of books. You can tell that most of them are old Jedi texts, and a smile tugs at your lips at the dedication of your Master.

 It’s strange to be in here, you feel like you’re completely surrounded by every aspect of him. You can see a spare change of robes hanging on the doors of his closet, probably ready to be worn tomorrow, and the door of his fresher is slightly ajar, allowing you to peek inside if you wish to. There is a dirty plate next to his sink, he must have just finished eating before you arrived, not having time to clean the dish properly. Seeing his room like this, he seems so human to you all of a sudden. He seems so… familiar to you.

“You’re a curious one, aren’t you?” His voice is amused, and you turn to face him with a blush. He is sitting down now, in one of the chairs that surrounds the tiny table, opposite another one for you to sit on. You mumble an apology and make your way to the seat, awkwardly perching yourself on the edge of it.

 “I like your room, Master Kenobi, it’s very… homely.” He smiles at your admission and gestures to your tea before taking a sip of his own.

“Thank you, Y/N. I like to have a place I enjoy spending time, I appreciate it when I return from long missions.” You hum at his response, letting out a pleased noise as you taste the tea he prepared. It is some sort of woodsy concoction, not what you’d usually go for, but it tastes like heaven on your tongue.

“So…” You clear your throat, the anticipation of this impending conversation almost killing you, “You wanted to talk to me, Master?”

“Ah yes, straight to it then?” He looks puzzled at first, as though he is unsure of how to approach the topic, before heaving a resigned sigh and placing his tea back onto the table with nary a drop spilt, “Y/N, you had so much potential. I chose you and Anakin to train under me because I saw something in the both of you. Anakin? He was hot headed, fueled by passion and rage and I thought it a good challenge to help him control it. You, on the other hand? You were quiet, reserved, overwhelmed by your shyness but absolutely simmering with potential. And we unlocked so much of it, did we not? You were excelling, even more so than Anakin. What happened, Y/N? You can’t expect me to believe that my best Padawan forgot everything she’d learnt overnight. No…” He leans forward now, not allowing your wide-eyed gaze to waver from his as he continues with his serious spiel, “You stopped trying, you gave up. I would like to know why, and you’re not leaving my quarters until you tell me. I’ve tried to be gentle with you, kind, but the council are threatening termination of your place in the Jedi temple.”

Silence descends on the tense room as your brain struggles to comprehend everything Obi-Wan just threw your way. Of course you knew the council weren’t happy with you, you’d seen the disapproving gazes from Mace Windu and Ki Adi-Mundi, but you never even considered it had reached the point that they were considering ending your training as a Jedi, and relieving you of your place in the temple.

The only sound that breaks the silence is your breathing getting quicker and quicker, until Obi-Wan realises he needs to try and calm you down. Your anxiety is so strong he feels as though it is hitting him, and he notices the way your eyes begin to well up, and you realise with a start that months and months of pent up emotions are making themselves known right now. Right here, in your Master’s quarters.

 Luckily, General Kenobi is a master at diffusing situations, and is quick to kneel in front of you, taking both of your hands in his and gazing up at you with those kind eyes of his.

“If nothing else, Y/N, a Padawan should be able to trust their Master. Can you trust me? Whatever the problem is, it will not leave this room. I give you my word.”

You know you shouldn’t tell him, for Jedi’s should not love, but you crumble the second his thumb brushes over the skin of your hand. At this moment, you want to be comforted, and not just by anyone, by Obi-Wan specifically.

“I love him, Obi-Wan. I love Anakin so much it hurts, but he doesn’t love me, he loves her.” You sob, tears spilling freely from your eyes as you avert them from his own. When you hesitantly look back towards him, you expect him to look shocked, angry, in disbelief. Rather, he just gives you a sad smile that conveys the fact that your admission was exactly what he had expected you to say to him.

Has Obi-Wan known about your feelings for Anakin this whole time?

        ╚═══*.·:·.☽✧    ✦    ✧☾.·:·.*═══╝

#obi wan x you #obi wan fanfiction #obi wan x reader #obi wan fluff #obi wan x oc #obi wan kenobi #obi wan kenobi x you #obi wan kenobi x ofc #obi wan kenobi x reader #star wars imagine #obi wan x y/n #obi wan kenobi x y/n

[winter-soldier-vibes]

Never free of myself

Never free of my mind

Bucky Barnes x reader

Word count: 3840

Warnings: self harm, depression

Summary: Reader struggles with self harm and one day while training with Bucky, she gets found out. 

A/N: I know I’m writing slower lately, but I’ve been doing a lot of preparation for college. 

-------------------------

“Just stop,” you mumbled to yourself.

You hated crying. You hated how weak it made you feel. You liked being in control, and you could control your emotions for the most part, but sometimes it would just be too much. And when that happened, you were always angry. Your parents always told you not to cry when you got down, and you quickly learned to hide the tears until you were out of sight. 

You had been battling depression for a while now, and you had gotten no support from your family. They hadn’t been at all empathetic, just told you to get over it and appreciate the life you have. You never really had a reason to feel so low, so you couldn’t really argue with them. You just masked the shame and pain inside so nobody else could see.

Years later, and you had it down.

You worked and lived with the Avengers now. You had been recruited for your ability to become invisible. When you first discovered your power as a young teen, you were freaked out and it made you feel even more alone than you already did. Soon after you realized it was a great way to escape a situation or avoid people all together.

You trained with them, Steve and Bucky helping you learn to fight so you could join them on missions. You were an extremely shy person at first, using mostly facial expressions and body language to communicate. But after a few weeks you began to relax around everyone, being more yourself than you had felt in a really long time.

You bonded well with Bucky in particular. The two of you liked to keep to yourself and didn’t really want anyone too close. You were both used to being alone, and you loved that someone finally seemed to understand you. The two of you became really good friends, him trusting you to talk openly about his past while you listened. But you had never told him about yours. You didn’t trust anyone with that information.

You let nobody in on your secrets. You pushed them down for when you were alone in your room at night, where no one could see or hear you. Back in your teen years, you would resort to hurting yourself as a means of coping since no one would listen to you. You didn’t know how else to handle it. And no one noticed that either, so you didn’t think it was much of a problem. You felt like you deserved it, and it helped to numb the pain for when it became too much to control.

It helped you take back the reins on your own brain. 

You were currently in your room, sitting on the floor against your bed. The sun was long gone and the streets were busy with lights, the only thing illuminating your room at the moment. Besides that it was dark, but you could see enough to be able to do what you were about to.

You had a blade that was given to you for self defense in your right hand, left arm extended in front of you. You had had enough of your tears and you just wanted them to stop before they got so out of control that someone heard you. You brought the blade to your upper arm and sliced, breathing in sharply at the sting that came when the air met the cut. 

You felt a little relief, but it wasn’t enough quite yet to help you feel as calm as you needed to. Angry at yourself, you brought the knife back to your arm to make a new mark just below it.

“Stop.”

Slice

“Fucking.”

Slice.

“Crying.”

Slice.

You said this through gritted teeth, gripping the blade tighten and pressing a little harder each time. You kept repeating your motions until you entered a silent peace, tears giving way to feeling numb and you could breath easily. Sighing, you put the blade down and looked at your arm. There were plenty of scars covering your body from years of this kind of release, some deep and some thin, some healing and some just memories, and some purple and raised and others white and faded. Your newest cuts were bleeding steadily, dripping from your elbow to the floor, and there was blood on your shirt as well.

You leaned your head back against the mattress and closed your eyes. You didn’t feel the need to take care of your cuts, you usually just let them clot and clean the dried blood after. You didn’t think you deserved to take care of them. You didn’t really care if they got infected. Things always worked out in the end anyways. So you waited in the blissful silence, the only noise being your breathing and heart rate which was pounding still from earlier.

You don’t know how much time passed, but eventually you stood and made your way to the bathroom. You decided that a shower would be the best and quickest way to take care of the dried blood. You turned on the water and threw your clothes into a head on the floor. You’d deal with the blood stains later. You stepped in and winced as the water hit the fresh cuts, slightly enjoying the secondary pain you were receiving. 

You took your time in the shower, enjoying the warm water as it was washing over your sore body. You didn’t know why you were sore really, it just felt like your body was constantly aching. Eventually you turned the water off and stepped out, wrapping a towel around yourself and stepping back into your room and walking to your dresser to find something light to wear to bed.

You always wore long sleeves and pants when you were anywhere other than your room. You didn’t have a choice in the matter; no one knew about your little secret and you had no intention of letting it out. They’d never understand, know the voices in your head pulling you to the darkness. But, in your room alone, you were fine in a tank top and shorts. No one to hide from, no reason to hide.

You pulled on your clothes and laid down on your bed, careful to not lay on your left side. You didn’t want to have to wash the sheets again like you had a few times before. You stared at the wall for a few minutes, still numb. Eventually you were able to drift off to sleep, despite the negative thoughts still plaguing your mind

No one saw or knew about what you were going through. You would always say that you were just fine even though you weren’t. You were secretly dying inside. And not one person had a clue. Well, almost no one.

Bucky had noticed a few things about you. You were naturally a reserved person, but you seemed to have built these walls up around you. He was only able to recognize it because he had done the same when he had joined the team, scared to hurt someone or be judged. He just wanted to lay low. You had always listened to him talking about his past and everything that he had gone through, yet you never did the same. But a few times it looked like you really wanted to say something, but your walls would go back up almost as if you had never let them down. He would notice how every now and then you would drop your smile, but once again it was back as if it was always there. It made him wonder, and he wanted to help but he didn’t know what to say. 

You were so sick of holding everything down, pushing people away before they got too close. You didn’t want anyone to see what you saw. You were never free of yourself. Sometimes you did want to reach out, you did want help, but you weren’t sure what people would do if they knew the truth. And you weren’t ready to risk them running away from you. You were ashamed and afraid. But you sure as hell weren’t going to let anyone know that. 

The morning came much too soon for your liking, and you groaned as you sat up. You knew that this was a morning you’d be training with Bucky, and you didn’t want him to come looking for you because you weren’t ready. 

Reluctantly, you stood and put on a long sleeve athletic shirt and leggings and pulled your hair into a ponytail. Your arm was still sore, but it wasn’t anything you weren’t used to. You made your way down to the gym in the tower to see Bucky standing, waiting for you. He smiled at you as a good morning and you walked over to him, doing a few warm ups before the two of you got started.

The two of you were sparing today, and the two of you were a sweating mess. You were taking a break, bringing a towel to your face and reaching for your water bottle. Bucky looked at you and asked you, “Why are you wearing long sleeves? You must be dying.”

You nearly choked on your water but played it off and shrugged your shoulders. “I dunno. Sometimes I run cold.”

He looked you up and down. He personally was overheating in his tank top and shorts, he couldn’t imagine how you were feeling right now. “Yeah, okay. Seriously, what’s up with it?”

You tried to look as innocent as you could and shrugged again. “Personal preference I guess.” He opened his mouth to ask another question, but before he could you stood and said “We should get back to it.”

After a moment he reluctantly said “Alright.” He was still unconvinced and curious. But he’d have to wait until later to learn more. The two of you moved back to the mat and began sparring again, him throwing most of the punches and you blocking. You were distracted though, and Bucky took advantage of that and grabbed your arm and turned around, flipping you over his shoulder. 

You landed on your left side, crushing your arm in the process and couldn’t help the cry of pain that escaped your mouth. Immediately Bucky came over to you, and you grabbed your arm in pain as your cuts were reopened. Thank God your shirt was black and it wouldn’t show. 

“Hey, what's wrong? Shit I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

You tried to breathe through the pain and shook your head. “Not your fault. I just landed on my arm wrong, no big deal.”

Bucky bought it at first, but then he realized that you were rubbing your upper arm. If it had something to do with the fall it was much more likely to be your shoulder, elbow, or wrist. But you were rubbing your bicep. 

Swallowing, he asked “Y/n what’s really wrong?”

You looked at him, panic growing inside you but you tried your best not to let it show. You let out a nervous laugh that you hoped he didn’t pick up on and asked “What do you mean?”

“I mean what’s going on with you? What happened to your arm?”

You shook your head. “I don’t know what you mean. I just landed on it wrong, it’s fine.”

“Y/n -”

“BUCK IT’S FINE.” you yelled, surprising both of you. You were never the type to get angry, and Bucky had never heard you so much as get frustrated before. You never allowed yourself to be around others. You began to panic more, and stood up, but what you didn’t realize was that blood had seeped through your shirt and onto your hand. 

But Bucky did

His eyes widened and he stood up with you, grabbing your right wrist and inspecting your hand. Your eyes widened too and you tried to wrestle your hand from his grasp but it was no use. You wanted to make yourself invisible right now but that would do nothing about him having you in his grasp. 

“Y/n, why didn’t you tell me you were hurt?”

You sighed. “It’s nothing, really -”

“When did this even happen? You haven’t been on a mission in almost a week and you didn’t get injured. What happened?”

Tears were pricking your eyes and you said quietly, “Please just drop it.”

He shook his head and said “I can’t do that. Come on, let’s go down to medical.” He moved to walk towards the door but you stopped him yelling “NO. Please, no it’s fine I’m fine… It’s not a big deal Buck.”

Confused and concerned, he stepped closer to you and looked you in the eyes. You shifted nervously and looked away. “Y/n look at me.” When you met his gaze again he could see the tears building in your eyes. Slowly, he asked “What happened?”

You shook your head, feeling trapped. You didn’t want him to know, but you didn’t know what to say. “Buck, I… I can’t…” you said looking away again. Swallowing, Bucky said “Let’s go back to your room, where it’s more private.”

You, knowing it was worthless to protest, nodded your head and started walking to the door. He had finally let go of your hand and you crossed your arms, hiding your hands in case anyone else was around the compound. 

You and Buck made it back to your room and Bucky closed the door behind him, leaning up against it. You sat on your bed, arms still crossed and eyes downcast, not wanting to look him in the eyes.

Gently, Bucky asked “Please tell me what’s going on y/n.”

You shook your head, “I don’t know what I’m supposed to say. It won’t make any sense.”

He crossed his arms and said “Try me.”

“Why do you even care? No one else does.”

A bit taken aback, Bucky furrowed his eyebrows together. “What do you mean no one cares? Everyone Here loves you and cares about you. And I’m your friend, y/n. You listen to me whenever I need someone, I just want to do the same for you.”

You covered your face with your hands, resting your elbows on your knees. Tears began trailing down your face. “I don’t even know where to start,” you blurted out. You didn’t want to hold it down anymore, and even if you did, you didn’t think Bucky was going to let you. Sitting back up, you clasped your hands together, staring at the wall. You shook your head. “I’m a fucking train wreck. Always have been. No one cared so I learned to hide it away, I didn’t tell anyone. Something bout attention.” you let out a bitter laugh. “I learned how to deal with it on my own so I never tried to talk to anyone. I didn’t want to bother you guys.”

Bucky remained silent, listening attentively. He was getting a horrible feeling in his stomach as he realized why you were bleeding. Clearing his throat, he hesitantly asked, “And how do you deal with it?”, knowing the answer already. 

Taking a deep breath, you stood up. Bucky was confused as to what you were doing, but then you pulled your shirt over your head and dropped it on the ground. Bucky couldn’t help the widening of his eyes or the sharp intake of breath at what he saw. Your entire torso and both arms were almost completely covered with scars. Old and new, deep and shallow. But the ones that concerned him the most were the ones from last night.

They were deep, and probably needed stitches. But it was too late for that. He stepped closer to you, trying to get a closer look. He was speechless, and the color was draining from his face as he looked closer. “Y/n…”

“I’m sorry.” you choked out, sobs beginning to overtake your body. “Fuck…” you muttered, trying to turn away to hide. You suddenly felt like the room was much too small, and you did not want to appear weaker than you already did right now.

Bucky pulled you into him, despite your resistance. You tensed up and tried to push away, but Bucky kept a tight hold on you though, and eventually you gave in, melting into his hold and crying harder. It was no use trying to stop it. You were overwhelmed, you felt out of control, and you wanted nothing more than to run away and get some control back.

You kept sputtering apologies but Bucky kept shushing you, not having any of it. In his eyes you had nothing to be sorry for, he was worried, but he had no idea it would be this bad. He wanted to help you but he felt like he was in way over his head. All he knew was that right now you needed someone to lean on. 

You were trying to get a handle on your emotions, but the more you tried it seemed to just get worse. Your breathing was getting shallower and your heart rate was getting faster. You felt trapped and you just wanted him to leave so you could take care of it.

Bucky had picked up on this and held you a little tighter, as tightly as he could without hurting you. “Breath doll. I got you, you’re safe.” He deepened his own breathing and rubbed your back, trying to get you to match his. “Bucky please, just...fuck I… I just need to…” you brought one of your hands to your sides, digging your nails into your skin trying to get some relief.

He hushed you again, pulling away your hand despite your whimpering. “I know you feel like you do, but you don’t need it. Let me help you y/n. Just try to breathe with me.”

You buried your face in his chest, feeling helpless in the situation. You needed to feel better but the only way you knew how was through hurting yourself. Which Bucky wasn’t making an option. You closed your eyes and balled your hands into fists against his chest, trying to focus on your inhaling and exhaling. You tried to slow it down, dragging out each breath like Bucky was. It took a long time, but eventually your panic fell and only your tears remained.

Now that you felt a little more in control, shame and embarrassment at what had just happened began to overtake you. How could you be so pathetic as to crack like this? You suddenly felt extremely exposed and vulnerable, and you wanted to hide away. Go back to the way it was. You tried to wrestle yourself out of his tight hold, but it was no use.

Bucky still held you tightly, afraid you would start again if he let go. “I’m sorry y/n. That I didn’t notice, tht I didn’t say anything when I did, and that no one else did. Those people in your past were wrong. You deserve so much more than this. You’re not a mistake y/n. I may not fully understand y/n, but I want to.”

You shook your head. “I shouldn’t have pulled you into this. You don’t deserve this on top of everything you went through. I - there’s no escaping this, and I’ve accepted that.” You looked back up to meet his eyes. “You don’t deserve to watch me unravel. Just… try to forget this.”

Bucky’s heart broke a little bit more for you. That you didn’t want help because you didn’t want to hurt anyone. That you truly believed that you were a burden. The hopelessness and the casualty of how you said that there was no escaping this...it scared him. Still, he tried not to show this and shook his head. Pulling You back into his arms.

“You know I can’t do that y/n, even if I wanted to. You don;t have to do this alone. You don’t have to hide from me, you can’t taint me. You are not and never could be a burden to me or anyone on this team. I know this helps and you feel like it’s the only thing that will, but you can’t keep doing this to yourself.” He felt tears pricking his eyes. “I can’t stand the idea of you hurting yourself. You’ve been hurting for long enough. Let me help you, please.”

You sighed, closing your eyes and shaking your head slightly. “I want to, I want to so bad,” you whispered. “How can you help me?”

Bucky tried to piece together a few ideas that would help you while not invading your privacy either. “Well, I’m always here to talk to. You know I’m up at all hours of the day y/n. I’m just a few doors down. I would like to take what you’re using but I understand if it’s too soon for that. Just please, tell me before you do this. And if you can’t, just...find me after.”

You pondered for a few moments before you asked, “Are you going to tell anyone?”

Bukcy sighed a little. “I won’t tell anyone you don’t want me to. But…” he started, speaking gently so as not to freak you out with his request, “I think we need to tell Bruce.”

You tensed and shook your head, and Bucky continued “Y/n some of these are really bad. You should have gotten stitches. They could get infected and make things a whole lot worse than they are now.” You had started crying again, knowing he was right but not wanting to admit it. 

After a few moments of silence, Bucky asked “Do you trust me?”

You nodded your head slowly.

Bucky let out a small breath of relief. “Can I bring you down to medical?”

You weighed your options a little, coming to the conclusion that maybe this was best. “Will you stay with me?”

“Whatever you need y/n”

You took a moment before nodding again. Bucky smiled a little before saying “We all care about you y/n. Always will.”

“Thank you,” you said softly.

“Anytime,” he said, giving you a small squeeze before releasing his grip on you. You immediately grabbed your shirt and pulled it back on, crossing your arms over your chest as you met his gaze again. He gave you a soft smile which you returned shyly. “Why are you being so nice to me?”

“Because I’m your friend. And you would do the same for me.” he replied.

You looked down and nodded a little. After a few moments Bucky asked “You ready to go?”

You bit your lip nervously. “Yeah. yeah I think so.”

#buckybarnes #bucky imagine #buckybarnescomfort #bucky x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barns x reader #bucky barns imagine #bucky barnes comfort #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barns fanfiction #bucky barnes #bucky barns x y/n #fanfiction #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #marvel #tw self harm #tw depression #tw panic attack #mcu au