#i don’t think he fits being a killer tho it’s like what will says to him in s2

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I saw you asked for requests a few days ago. I was wondering if you would consider doing another part of the Kent!reader x Jamie fics.

I was thinking they do end up pregnant and its them telling everyone they’re pregnant . I can see everyone being so excited for them. And then Roy is just freaking out.

Since they’ve already discussed wanting to be together forever and have kids I can also see them deciding to get married before the baby is born in a small ceremony like Beard had.

I have quite a few requests about Jamie x reader having a kid, so if that ain’t your jam, maybe don’t read my next few posts😂 It’s totally my jam tho, maybe bc I’m suffering from baby fever again. thanks for requesting and for your patience!!

let’s fall in love for the night  

Jamie’s jiggling his leg up and down so fast that you’re surprised he hasn’t cramped yet. 

“Calm down,” you hiss, hand on his knee. 

“Can’t,” he whispers back. “Roy’s gonna fucking kill me.”  

You have no sympathy for him. “Yeah, and whose fault is that? Yours.”

Jamie shoots you a sideways glance. “Excuse me, this was a team effort.”

“Whatever,” you say. “I still say it’s your fault.”

Molly swoops by to refill your water glasses. “Dinner’s ready in a few minutes. Roy and Phoebe have been working very hard,” she says. 

She raises her eyebrows on the word very, and you’re sure that Roy’s patience is being pushed to his limits. He loves cooking and refuses to let anyone help him, but he also loves your niece and can’t deny her anything she wants. 

“Better go check on them,” she says, leaving you and Jamie alone again in the backyard. 

Jamie resumes the previous conversation and says, “Well, I wasn’t the one wearing that blue thing with the flowers.”

“Well obviously,” you shoot back, “it wouldn’t even fit you.”

Jamie’s stopped jiggling his leg and he places his hand on top of yours. “Oi. Has Roy ever actually killed anyone before, or does he just have serial killer eyebrows?”

You wrinkle your nose and ask, “Why the fuck would I know?”

“You’re his sister,” Jamie replies in Phoebe’s patented duh tone. 

“I’m his baby sister,” you say. “I’m even younger than Molly. If he’s killed someone, they’ve both conspired to make sure I’ll never find out. And hey, don’t make fun of the eyebrows. There’s a good chance this baby’s gonna end up with them.”

“Babe you don’t have ‘em,” Jamie points out. 

“I wax,” you say smugly. “Oh, Molly texted. Time to go inside.”

Jamie groans but lets you lead him to the table. 

—

All told, Phoebe didn’t do half bad. 

“Auntie, I did the potatoes all by myself,” she says. 

You look to Roy for confirmation. He grunts and gives a tiny nod. 

“Great job, Phoebs,” you say. 

Molly sets down her fork. “I’ve been thinking of changing my name back to ‘Kent,’” she says. 

“Brill,” says Jamie. 

“Fucking finally,” Roy says as he hands Phoebe some money. “For future words,” he mouths to her as she counts it before depositing what you’re pretty sure is 20 quid into her pocket. 

Molly says, “We’ll all be the Kents again,” and you can feel Jamie go stiff next to you.

“The fuck’s wrong with you?” Roy asks, and you turn to see Jamie’s gone completely pale. 

You pinch his thigh and he jumps. “Nothing,” he says hurriedly. “Well, not nothing. But, I dunno, don’t want to overshadow Molls’s good news, ya know? It ain’t important.”

You pinch him again. 

“Ok, it’s actually a little fucking important (sorry Phoebe, take it from Roy). But um, maybe you could help me babe?”

He shoots you a pleading look so you take pity on him. You’ve had more than twenty years dealing with Roy, so you’ll let Jamie slide this once.

“Right, so, we’ve been meaning to tell you- I’m having a baby,” you blurt out. 

Roy’s dinner roll gets crushed in his hand as his face goes bright red. 

“What,” he growls, and you’re not sure if you’re more terrified by the absence of “fuck”s or the fact that it was a statement, not a question. 

“That’s wonderful, love!” Molly says before Roy can say anything else. She’s not looking at him but you can practically feel him take psychic damage from the shut up and be happy you prick, message she’s sure to be telepathically sending him. 

“It’s Jamie’s, right?” she continues, taking a bite of salad. 

“The fuck kind of question is that?” you ask indignantly. “Who else’s would it be?”

“You don’t have to pay me for that one,” Phoebe pipes up. “I’ll give you a free tab of one hundred words because of the baby. If it’s a girl, you can have fifty more.”

You grin. “Sounds like a plan.”

“You’re probably going to owe her the fifty, Phoebs,” Molly says. She points to Jamie with her fork. “I mean, look at him. He practically screams ‘girl dad.’” 

“That’s- fucking- great,” Roy garbles out. “‘Scuse me.”

“We’re having a backyard wedding next Saturday, too,” you call after him. “So we probably won’t all be the Kents again.”

You wince as he slams a door from somewhere in the house. 

“He’ll come ‘round,” Molly says consolingly. “Remember how he was with Phoebe? And I was already married!”

You grip Jamie’s hand. “Molls, why can’t he just emote like a regular person? I mean honestly, did our parents fuck him up that bad?”

Molly raises a shoulder in a half shrug. “I don’t know, babe. Think he’s just like us, really, afraid of loving something so he just pushes it all away. And besides, you’re the baby of the family. We’ve always tried to protect you and keep you safe, and sometimes he feels like you’re out of reach.”

You ask, “He told you that?” and Molly just laughs. 

“Not in so many words,” she replies. “But you know how he is.”

“He’s an arsehole,” you grumble. “I’m going to go talk to him.

—

Roy is, predictably, in the backyard. Not many places for him to go and think properly. 

You find him sitting under the tree. 

“Oi,” you say, “budge over.”

He grunts and moves so you’re not quite in the dirt. 

“Can you be sitting on the ground?” he asks. 

“It’s been like three months,” you reply, “That isn’t long enough for me to get stuck places.”

Roy says, “hmm,” but doesn’t offer up anything else so you just sit in silence next to him, pressing your shoulder to his. 

“Why the fuck did it have to be Tartt?” he asks after a beat. “Could’ve been fucking anyone in the fucking world, and you fucking chose him.”

“You like Jamie,” you say in confusion. 

“I don’t,” Roy replies, “he’s a prick. And a fucking footballer. Why’d you have to go for a fucking good-for-nothing footballer? He can’t even be around for his family when they go through shit because he’s going to be busy scoring fucking meaningless goals or some shit.”

That stings for a moment, but you take a good look at Roy’s face. It’s stoic, but shit if you can’t read it like a book. Blood is blood, and you’re a Kent just like him. 

“This isn’t about him, is it. It’s about you. You think you did a shit job as a brother and an uncle so Jamie’s going to be a shit father.”

“I missed out on a lot,” Roy says hoarsely. “And before you say fucking shit, I’m not fucking crying. So shut the fuck about it.”

You grin and wrap your arms around him. “You’re the best big brother a girl could ask for. Took all my cues from you. And anyway, you’ve been there when it counts. Phoebe fucking adores you, practically attached at the hip you two. And yeah, Molls and I missed you when you were at Sunderland and Chelsea and wherever. But… you came back. We needed you, and you came back. So don’t go projecting your stupid self-image on Jamie, because he’s not like that. And you’re not either, you absolute fucking ape-armed frizzy-haired shit-faced twat.”

Roy huffs out a chuckle. “Ape-arms. Haven’t heard that one in a while.”

“Almost went with ‘camel knees.’ Haven’t used that since I was ten, but I thought it might hit too close to home these days.”

Roy laughs for real this time and tilts his head so it’s resting on yours. “Still fucking weird that my little sister’s having a kid.”

You say, “You’ll get over it. Oh, and don’t wear a goddamn T-shirt on Saturday.”

—

It’s rainy, so the backyard wedding becomes a living room wedding, because who really gives a shit? Richmond have a game tomorrow, but for today they’re in yours and Jamie’s house all dressed up (but still in trainers) laughing and smiling as Dani officiates what you’re sure is your dream wedding. 

It’s not the one you and Molly would’ve giggled about as kids when you sneaked from your bed into hers, but everyone you loves is here. 

For once, Jamie’s house almost seems too small.  

(Dani was the only person you two knew who was ordained or whatever. And hey, could you have picked a happier person for it?)

Molly and Keeley had gone out with you to find a white dress, Sam and Phoebe were the flower-people, and Roy walked you down the stairs to where Jamie was standing with Isaac by his side. 

“I’m not fucking crying,” Roy whispers in your ear. “It’s fucking allergies from being in this prick’s house for too long.”

“It’s my house too,” you remind him. 

Roy just sniffs, pats your hand where it’s tucked into his arm, and presses a kiss to your cheek.

All in all, it was pretty great. 

Gifts range from hair products to restaurant gift cards to designer baby clothes, including a tie-dyed onesie from Phoebe. 

“I have a matching one at home,” she explains. 

But now it’s the evening and everyone is gone except family. 

“Can’t believe my baby’s married,” says a beaming Georgie as she ruffles Jamie’s hair from their place on the couch.

“Can’t believe he attained his childhood goal of marrying into the Kent family,” Molly remarks. 

Jamie grins smugly. “What can I say, I’m a fucking goal-getter.”

You’re snuggled in Jamie’s arms, dress exchanged for a white sweatshirt and sweatpants set, courtesy of Rebecca. 

“I’d’ve had a poster of you on me wall if they made one, babe,” Jamie says. “Better sight than that hairy git.”

Roy just rolls his eyes and says “I’m getting another beer.”

“Can you bring me a piece of cake?” you call after him.

“Me too?” Phoebe asks, looking hopefully at Molly. 

Jamie pats your knee. “Don’t think he heard you, love. I’ll get it for ya. You too, Phoebs.” He shoots a wink in her direction, and she giggles. 

“Oi, grandad,” Jamie says, walking into the kitchen. “Did you hear your sister?”

Roy turns around from the fridge with a menacing look.  

“If she has a single moment of unhappiness, I’m going to fucking kill you,” he growls.

“Jesus, sorry,” Jamie says, hands in the air. “What’s got your knickers all in a twist?”

Fucking Jamie, never able to back down from a good squabble with Roy. 

They’re both keeping their voices down because they know if they got caught, no less than three people would be grabbing them by the ear and yelling. 

They might know this from personal experience. 

Roy says, “She’s my little sister. I’d fucking murder for her, and so would Molly. Always tried to make it easier for her when she missed our parents and shit, but it always fucking got to her anyway. Didn’t help that I fucked off to Sunderland at fucking nine, before she was even fucking born. She’s wanted a family of her own for fucking ages, and if you fuck this up for her they will never. Find. Your body.”

Jamie’s not sure Roy’s ever looked this menacing, which is saying something, because he’s Roy fucking Kent. He always looks menacing. 

So he nods and says quietly, “I ain’t gonna fuck it up, Coach. Had a shit dad too. Always wished he were around, except when he was then he’d get all fuckin’ angry and shit. But… still wanted him, y’know? Weird. Anyway, not gonna be like that with her. I want a family too.”

Roy looks straight into his eyes, looking for the barest hint of insincerity. Jamie’s gaze doesn’t waver. He’s not sure of much, but he’s sure of this. He’s sure of you. 

Roy says, “Right,” nods once, then claps Jamie on the shoulder right at his phone dings. 

Jamie pulls out his phone to a text from you that reads, pls stop fangirling over my brother. baby wants cake and so does ur mum

He smiles and tries to figure out how to balance three plates at once. 

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Confessional Feelings

Alec Hardy x GN!Reader

Summary: You find your feelings for Alec exposed after running into him after his date.

CW: serious pining, angst, eventual fluff tho

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You shouldn’t be out here, you know. You know this. Alec had requested that everyone take safety measures when there’d been yet another predator marked as on the loose and actively looking for crimes to commit. And yet here you were.

Alec was on a date. You’d thought that maybe if you were great at your job and made yourself available to him for whatever he needed, he might get a clue and ask you out. That would be nice. You’d had feelings for him since he’d arrived in Broadchurch. You’d seen right through his irritable surface to the soft gooey centre. Not that you’d told him that you’d taken to calling him a Mars Bar or anything. You don’t think he’d care for that. 

But he was on a date tonight, and you just needed to go for a walk to clear your head about the whole thing. You had to at least try and get him off your mind. For a few hours, anyway, until you saw him at work in the morning. At least he wasn’t the chatty type. You weren’t sure if you would have been able to handle hearing him talk about his date all day. 

Turning the corner, you walk right smack back into someone coming the other way. You yelp, and the person shouts. Though it sounds distinctly familiar. Pressing your hand to your chest, you blink a few times to try and wash the shock away. When your vision clears, you see none other than the object of your feelings and the reason for your very late stroll standing before you. 

“Jesus, what’re you doin’ out here so late?” Alec asks shortly, still getting over the shock himself. He looks angry, but you think that’s just because you’ve scared each other half to death. “Och, what have I said? There’s a- a killer!” 

Your mouth gapes open and shut a couple of times, trying to find the words. 

“Going for a walk,” you settle, waving your arms as if that was obvious. Alec blinks, and before he can open his mouth, you blurt, “how was the date? I- uh, your date, I mean. That you were just on. That you’re coming from.” 

“Fine,” is his response. “It was fine, yep- good.” 

You cock a brow in silent question. Alec sighs and pinches his nose. 

“Just, not- Oh, I don’t know. Y’ken what I mean,” he attempted. A flush was creeping up his cheeks. You shook your head, no. “Oh, look, we just didn’t click.” 

“Right,” you trailed off slowly, a blush creeping up your own cheeks now. That meant there was still a chance. Possibly. Of course, for there to be a chance, Alec had to be interested. 

Alec chewed on his lip awkwardly for a moment. 

“Can I walk you home, then?” 

You nodded without hesitation. Alec gestured for you to lead the way. You turned around to go back the way you came. Maybe this was your chance to confess how you felt. 

“So, why didn’t you click?” You asked. “With your date.” 

Alec sighs, shoving his hands in his pants pockets. It’s something he does when he’s nervous, you’ve noticed. 

“I dunno,” he replies at first, as though thinking about what to say. “Sounds horrible to say, but, she just didn’t interest me.” Alec seemed to be growing more anxious by the second. 

“I get that,” you comfort quietly, kicking at a pebble on the path. The cool night air makes you shiver, and Alec shrugs out of his jacket to place around your shoulders. He averts your gaze when you pull it around yourself tighter. It doesn’t fit the whole way around, what with him being a complete beanpole, but the warmth seeping through the coat into your skin was heavenly nonetheless. 

You snuggle tighter into the coat. You swear Alec smiles to himself, but when you look to check it’s gone. Almost like he’s hiding it from you. 

You walk in silence for a couple more minutes, hands almost brushing as you do so. He’s straying closer to you than usual. Maybe it’s the cold, maybe he’s subconsciously moving closer for warmth now you’ve unintentionally stolen his coat. But the way his forefinger brushes against the back of your hand tells you otherwise. Oh, this might be your time to shine. 

“Can I-” 

“Look, I-” 

You both speak over each other, and you purse your lips shut, forcing yourself to stay quiet and let him go first. 

“Sorry, erm- do you mind if I?” 

You gesture to go ahead. The pace slows as you get closer to your house, only a few numbers up. Alec looks like he’s fidgeting on the spot, nervous energy fizzling out of him like a shaken soda. 

“So, this date, erm-” the man rubs at his cheeks as if trying to give himself strength. “It didn’t work because, well…” 

You’re trying to dissect him with your eyes, whole being hinged on the hope that he’s about to say. He stumbles over his words for a few more moments before you put him out of his misery. 

“I- are you trying to say you have… feelings for me?” You’re almost too terrified to hear the answer, your heart feels like it's lodged in your throat, chest swelling like a balloon. 

Alec looks at you, looks away and then chews on his bottom lip for a moment. 

“S’pose that’s what I’m tryin’ t’say, yes.” 

You cannot help the splitting grin that spreads its way across your cheeks. Alec looks embarrassed as he rubs the back of his neck. You haven’t been as overjoyed as you are at this moment for a very long time. 

“Are you joshing me right now?” That would not be cool. 

“I-no, sorry- I shouldn’t have said that.” 

“No,” you say, holding a hand up to stop him right there. “I-I’m glad you did. I, uh,” a nervous giggle bubbles out. “Have feelings for you too.” 

“Oh, y’do? Wasn’t expecting that,” a small smile is spreading over his face too now. A pretty thing. 

You stop in front of the gateway to your house. Alec hovers as if not sure what to say. 

“I do,” you reiterate, blush flushing up your skin. “And I’d really like to, um, kiss you. If you wanted?” 

Alec doesn’t waste any time, surging in to press his lips to yours. One hand raises to brush against your cheek, the other to hold you by the back of the neck, keeping you locked together in your embrace. You melt into him, lips moving back against his own. 

The coat falls from your shoulders and Alec breaks away with a smile. A real, genuine smile. He reaches down to pick the coat back up. 

“Would you, uh- wow- I can’t believe that just happened,” you giggle uncontrollably. “Would you like to come in? Just for a cup of tea? Oh, please say yes.” 

“Oh, I’d love to. Come quick now, let's get you in out of the cold, eh?” 

You nod agreeably, bounding up the steps and unlocking the door. Alec follows, folding the coat over his arm. 

You get about halfway through making that cup of tea before the both of you are making out in the kitchen, Alec having you pressed up against the counter. After months of pining, you really can’t believe this was happening. 

It really made you wish you’d cleaned your bedroom this morning. Not that Alec seemed to mind, given that both of your clothes ended up all over the floor anyway by the time midnight rolled around. 

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[chans-room]

hi i'm back… most to least likely in skz to do a couples costume? and what are the costumes (solo or coupled)??

Oooo that’s a good one Sunny! 👻 I think a lot of it has to do with who’s coordinating who’s going along with the couple costumes too but here’s my list:

Most likely

Hyunjin. And he’s coordinating it. He’s been planning your outfit for weeks and you do not have a say in it. You will wear what he tells you to if you know what’s good for you. I think he would choose something like Howl and Sophie from or Jack and Sally. Something that makes him look good first and foremost, but also he’s got nothing but compliments for you all night.

Jisung. He’s just happy to be involved lol he will wear whatever you give him but when you make sure your outfits are at least somewhat to his interests, he’s very happy. Anything from an anime for sure but I’m particularly soft about him being Tuxedo Mask to your Sailor Moon.

Bang Chan. He’s a simp, and he’d do anything you want to do. So if you have an idea for a couples costume, he’s down. But I mean… good luck getting him out of the studio for long enough for someone to see it tho. I think he’d like something with Pokémon, where he’s Ash and you’re Misty or pikachu if that’s what you’re into. Or he’d be into something like the Big Bad Wolf and Red Riding Hood.

Felix. He’s also a simp and is down to match with you if you want. The only reason he’s below Chan is he’s got a LOT of opinions on what he’s gonna wear, and if your idea isn’t a vibe for him, he’s gonna let you know. I think he’d like the classic romanticism of Romeo + Juliet (the Leo and Claire Danes movie obv) or Link and Zelda!

Jeongin. He thinks it’d be fun to coordinate but doesn’t mind if you don’t! If you’re super into it though, he’s down as long as you guys work together and choose something that pleases you both. He’d get super shy day of Halloween and almost back out, but he goes through with it. I think for him, he’d be into Spiderman and Spider-Gwen and he’d reaaaaally appreciate that Spiderman mask when you start getting too much attention. He’d also be into Beetlejuice and Lydia imo.

Changbin. He’s only this low bc he’s not necessarily excited to match with you, he more just expected it to happen. But if you suggest a non-couple costume he is 1000% throwing a fit bc how dare you suggest not matching??? Are you his baby or not??? He’s also the only one of them who’d be down to be something spooky or scary with you, like any killer and final girl, or if he’s feeling super romantic, he’d be the Gomez to your Morticia.

Lee Know. He’s not opposed to it, but he’s not gonna put in a whole lot of effort to coordinate. He’s also stubborn so if he already knows what he wants to do, he’s probably gonna stick to it. Once the time comes, he finds it really cute you put in so much effort just to match with him. He’d be into being Anakin and Padme or some Harry Potter characters with you. But fuck that antisemitic terf ass jkr.

Seungmin. Tsundere ass would not try to coordinate with you. In fact, he tells you it’s a little embarrassing and he does NOT wanna wear something he doesn’t like. He also just doesn’t seem like someone who’d love the whole dressing up thing anyway so he’s doing something simple and dressing up like a baseball player. It’s an outfit he already has, so why not? But jokes on him, you dress up to match bonus points if it’s from the baseball scene in Twilight. He wants to be embarrassed but really, he thinks it’s hot you put that much effort into it. He goes around telling everyone you matched on purpose even though he initially hated the idea.

Least likely

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sorry most of these m/f costumes, trust me I know how hard the queer costume search is, but I tried to give some gender neutral options as well. Also you have no idea how hard it was to limit myself to 2. I’m a Halloween fiend. 🦇🎃

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My theory is that Mimzy was once Alastor’s best friend, he maybe even thought he might have been in love with her at one point, in that manner aroace people who don’t know they’re aroace often do, that she was then sacrificed by this cult, and that Alastor had them infiltrated and taken down every member of that cult over decades, losing more and more of himself each time as those he killed grew less and less directly connected to the crime, “sorry you just got in my way, maybe I enjoy it just a little bit does that make me insane”, but that in the act of doing so, that contradiction of righteous intent and pure depravity, along with whatever ritual for power the cult had initially started upon, let’s say in honour of Roo (the root of all evil in the Hellaverse, a character yet to be introduced), and that on Alastor’s eventual death, he then found himself in Hell all-powerful, and set about bringing down those Overlords beneath his power continuing this moral code, until he hit a wall, finding himself having ended all Overlords less powerful than him / otherwise came to his senses on meeting Mimzy again and finding her to have gone to hell, recognising that “weren’t you an old pal of mine” and really nothing more and deciding mere power, entertainment is all he now desires. But that still, out of obligation, that he must kill Lucifer, the Devil, for a sense of completion, while still being allowed to exist himself afterward. Which leads to whatever deal he ended up trapped in seven years before the events of the series, and him getting Charlie to make a deal with him to “harm no one” at a certain point in the future: to ensure that when the time comes that he will be able to kill Lucifer, and the one person able to stop him won’t be able to. To really make Alastor a true Exterminator, more measured, the embodiment of how the road to Hell is paved with good intentions.

My first message on this blog! Everyone feel free to do so. I be happy to heart thoughts or possibly give opinions or disscussion.

That's interesting. It keep overlooking the concept of cults when I theorize. I just slips my mind its a thing. I wrote something about Vox and someone mention him being a cult leader, and I have to admit....it makes sense. He fits cult leader material perfectly. The charisma, the hypnotism. "Trust us..." Which, would an added layer to their rivalry of Vox recognized Alastor as the 'notorious cult member killer' from decades before his time to fit your theory.

I personally headcanon the reason he was so powerful when he fell was voodoo. I haven't done a 30 minute research for me to flush it out tho. But based off my very poor memory of Disney the princess and the frog...Alastor was into Voodoo while alive.

Been mention through the show, "His voodoo magic." And maybe, his voodoo aided him to be a successful serial killer. Basing Dr. Facilier to Alastor, (remember my memories are sketchy) and my non existent knowledge of voodoo,he sold his soul already to someone in Hell while he was alive to perform voodoo, and his body count counted to the demon he sold his soul to power. Aware but not fully digested the weight of that action and what it truly entailed to sell his soul. That Hell is forever. So when he died, his master pretty much granted him immense power for a job well done as well treat him like a lieutenant type of underling. Every time Alastor increase his power, it increase his master. He nearly has free range do whatever he wants but he still has commands to follow.

I think that's why Charlies dream seem so laughable to him.When Charlie asked Alastor if he thought it was possible for the souls can be redeemed. He said (paraphrase) "There's no undoing what is done while they were alive, and now they pay the price in their after life." Which tbh, Alastor right...that's what Hell is about. But I think it may have a stronger meaning to Alastor. His deal he made while alive.

I agree with the Lilith and Eve theories for as his master, which does check out. But I'm not throwing Zestial out the window. I find it odd that Alastor nearly wiped out all the older generation overlords but he remained. Also, how everyone overly fears him when the show introduced him and literally did nothing with him. (I have a feeling he minimal use is keeping him on low profile until he becomes a big player later.) Alastor did seem a tad apprehensive when Zestial appeared calm enough knowing harm not coming his way. The only reason I haven't made a post of it because Zestial question the 7 year absence/-which I can't explain. I think he would know what his powerful underling been up too.

The reason he got into killing I assume is his father. Alastor is a momma boy and I can see him taking out his father trying to defend his mother. Then it just kept morphing into a defender of woman and selecting men who rape woman and children or he see a very abusive man to his wife and it just keep recalling the memories of his own parents. His soul already damn, might as well put it to use, can't damn it more! He found himself good at cold murder, enjoying it. Or rather...entertained. The stalking, planning out every detail, the chase. He gives me slow death vibes, relishing their 'song and dance' as they scream and writhe in pain. It gave him a high,holding that much power over someone, the power of their life in his hands (god complex we get to witness) Then the satisfaction of getting away with it. It becoming more of a game then a (in his mind) service of justice.

Maybe he got into cannibalism when he fed come gaters to rid of the evidence and was like 'hmmm, maybe them gators have something there..." and kept a calf to try and was hooked since then. Then the killing became more of feed an appetite and boredom, that he had to seek a suitable victim to fulfill his needs. When it use to be, he witness/has knowledge of a deplorable act, he killed to end it from continuing. His 'kind' service became a greedy hunger of flesh, power, and entertainment.

But the last part of you message was extremely interesting. I never consider Alastor deal with Charlie is to use his favor to have her not get involved and stop him from fulfilling a task he needed/wanted. It really clever and keeps the harm no one part.

Love the part that Hell was paved with good intentions, because of the apple of knowledge/free will what created Hell. Such a lovely and fun way to put it. Then applied it to Alastor with what started as good intention murders.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor the radio demon #hazbin hotel headcanon #hazbin hotel theory #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel lucifer #zestial #hazbin zestial #hazbin hotel zestial #hazbin theory #hazbin headcanons

[sharpth1ng]

Ideas for Scream Reverse AU because I love reversal AUs

- Characters would still have a similar personality to their OGs, but like, changed to fit their new role in the story better if you know what I’m saying. But I don’t wanna completely change the character’s personalities just cuz the roles are swapped

- Tatum and Sidney are the killers (Finally, 2 sapphic ghostfaces. I love evil women)

- Dumbass cops didn’t check if Tatum new how to hunt lmaooo

- Billy is the final boy (good for him)

- RIP to Stu but he’d die a little differently than OG Tatum cuz that boy ain’t fitting in the doggie door

- Also means Nancy + Maureen swap and Hank + Neil swap

- Maureen is a killer in Scream 2 (maybe that means Derek is the other killer with him being swapped with Mickey? Also implies final boy!Billy dates Mickey?????? goes hard tbh)

- Reporter Dewey and cop Gale???

- Dewey when he finds out tate and sid did it would be would be conflicted and heartbroken though

- Casey and Steve swap roles too cuz boys need to have a call from ghostface too okay

- Literally no idea how randy fits into all this tbh who do I reverse him with??? Is he just the same guy? (Could possibly swap with Hallie or something but I ain’t no scientist or whatever at this shit)

Anyways that’s all for now

Yo I’m loving this tbh

I need sapphic Ghostface more than I need air to breathe

Tatum is getting away with this just because Dewey vouches for her (HUNTING TATUM??STEP ON ME)

I love final boy Billy, was literally just talking to @pinhead-cenobite abt how there aren’t enough final boys and I specifically love the concept of a final boy who also would have killed everyone and just didn’t happen to be doing that in this case

Lmao Stu’s head hanging out the doggy door while his feet still touch the ground like ??? Still needs to be a gimmick death tho (because tropes)

For a second I thought you meant Neil and Hank were hooking up and I was like ok yeah go off old man yaoi

FINAL BOY BILLY X MICKEY HELL YES. Oh my god what an unhinged relationship 🤣

I love himbo Steve trivia death game 👌🏻boys DO need a call from Ghostface

Lmao I think Randy is just Randy but does that imply he’s into Billy ? Because that feels deranged

Great work as usual 10/10

#scream role reversal au #FINAL BOY BILLY #old man yaoi bite #ask

[goddessofwind8water]

Project Edens Garden Theory's

Spoilers for the prologue

Wolfgang

He fells Similar to Chiaki or Kaede as a leader or hope advocate. And like Kirigiri in his extreme usefulness of his talent . He is also really good at separating people when they are in an argument as we saw while we were getting people to gather in the courtyard as well as getting people to do what he wants

I believe that he will be a pillar of hope as well as a leader

So I think that he will ether be framed or killed in one of the late game chapters, most probably the 4th or the 5th chapter, to lower the groups spirits right before the final stretch

Grace

Grace reminds me of Tenko, for a lot of reasons, mostly the nicknames insults and build i guess. She's also very aggressive and competitive to the point that former friends of her often wonder if there anything she won't do to stay on the top.

I think shes going to burn out early, probably in the 1st or 2ed chapter (I wanna say third but i feel that jest because i keep equating her to Tenko).

I have two theory on how

The first is a similar motive to Sayaka or Teruteru, she is stated to defend her total aggressively in which case i think it is more likely to go out in the first chapter, whenever she ends up being the victim like Sayaka or the killer like Teruteru i don't know

The second theory is that it will be a crime of passion, (or a killing made in the heat of the moment)

Grace likes talking smack (even if you couldn't tell from the prolog, it specificity mentions it in her character card) If she were to talk smack to an agitated character (presumably after the 1st chapter but it's not set in stone) and ether be killed by that character in a fit of rage or she gets angry at a charterer and kills them (similar to Mondo, maybe beat to death with a golf club??)

Eva

I don't have much on her, i don't particular think she's gonna die. I think that Damion is going to have a character arc and learn the error of his ways and Eva will be a type of narrative foil.

I really don’t know as much about her a I do the others, maybe that’s why she’s the ultimate lier, I don’t know.

Toshike

the Matchmaker, I don’t think I need to actually need to draw the link from her to Hiyoko, there’s the similar dress and the occasional jab at others (one more than the other but still) Anyway, don’t really see her surviving particularly.

my best guess is that she tries to get involved in something she shouldn’t, for instance, say two characters are close or even dating, they get in a fight, and than she as the (proud) ultimate matchmaker tries to steap in to help, she pushes the wrong button and an already agitated person snaps, and kills her.

If there’s going to be a double murder in the game I think it would be here, the killer either would kill her and then have to kill there friend/ partner to hide the proof or they kill there friend/ partner then she comes in trying to help and is collateral damage.

Also on a similar note she could kill two people so that they could, be together forever, tho that’s if she goes full on crazy.

On the hand she could just be a way for the creators to tease ship.

This is only the first part of my thoughts

Other parts will be linked here:

if there are no links then I have yet to finish my thoughts on the other characters.

also I you want to talk about any of this both the chat function on this post aswell as my dm’s are both open!

#wolfgang akire #grace madison #Toshiko Kayura #Eva Tsunaka #project: eden’s garden #Theory #tw death mention #i will get the rest out as I’m really interested in certain characters #But I promised myself I would go in order

[zomviesworld]

Hello! This is information of Robert Wilson my Creepypasta Oc! So enjoy! This is my first time writing stuff like this! So yeah! I do apologize for the misspelling and if things don’t make sense, so enjoy!!!!! :)

Real name:Robert Wilson

Name: The skull

Age:19

Height:6’4

Gender:male

Metal issues:Unknown

Likes:rain,calm sound, studying,

Dislikes:Heights, yelling,being alone but doesn’t mind,alcohol

Relatives:Violet Wilson (Alive) Andrew Lee (alive)

About violet Andrew: they never cared about Robert, they Never looked for him when he was at the hospital his parents didn’t even come,They didn’t see Robert as their son nor even know he even existed

Weapons:Red Axe, Gun

Ability:perfect hearing, amazing stealth, can remember anything perfectly

Hobbies:Reading,Art,Studying subjects,Origami,Studying languages

Crimes:Murder,Stalking,Serial killer,Kidnapping

Goal: see slander-man die (on-going)

Personality:Calming, nice,jokester,comforting,responsible

Appearance:brown hair,pretty smile,few scars on his body

Background: When Robert was younger his parents would neglected Him, his parents were never around he always thought it was his fault… “maybe I’m not doing something correctly” Robert said, Robert is a pretty smart boy for his age at 7 years old

he would get pretty good grades he would show his parents or even try to but his parents would say “Not now” or “i don’t have time for you at the moment go away” hearing that from his parents crushed him but it’s okay right? They still love him right? A parents love is endless correct?

Robert would do good at school but kids around him would call him a “freak” “weirdo” “loser” “Nerd” he didn’t mind, The only issue was for him it was hard to make friends he would try to fit in with other kids but the people around him would push him “you don’t belong here you freak” “fucking nerd who the fuck do you think you are??” People would say Robert would say “I apologize I didn’t mean to push you I really apologize” he got smacked by people he would think it’s his fault he would have bruises all over his body “it’s my fault either way” he would say, at the age 14 he graduated from high school, he went home happy “MOM! I graduated!!! Look!! Ma? Pa?” He said looking for his parents but he saw a note saying “not home you can cook for yourself don’t stay up late” by his parents, he kicked the chair throwing things around “WHAT AM I DOING WRONG??” As he yelled frustration, soon after he fell asleep he woke up in a cold sweat

he began to around but no one was home it was around 3:30Am “Hm” he said,he heard voices around as he felt light headed he looked around far there’s a barn hearing a crying girl “I should check it out..” He said to himself “wait no that’s stupid why the hell am I talking to myself smh”, he heard the door open, he went to check it but no one “I know damn well the air did not open that door” but there was a girl looking at him “come” the girl said to Robert, “no” Robert said he closed the door and went back to bed, soon after he would have weird dreams of meeting someone who would help him, he went to collage age 15 he would focus on his study’s people would whisper about him, one day a group of people came up to them their names are “Jenny” “Tom” “Oliver” “alice” “Alan”, Jenny had blonde hair with black roots, Tom had dark black hair, Oliver has blueish dyed hair, alice has blond hair,, Alan has brown hair, “you must be Robert huh” said A girl, “yeah..?” Robert said, “I’m Jenny this is Tom,Oliver,alice,and Alan” said Jenny, “Oh uh nice do you need something?” Robert said, “yeah you come hang out with us” Alice said, Alice is a pretty girl “I’m not interested if you feel petty for me” Robert said, “aw we don’t come on” said Alan, Robert would go with them, Robert would drink alcohol even tho he is 15 they knew it was work but didn’t care how did it start? “Come on drink one” Jenny said, “no thanks I really don’t drink” Robert said, “what you a pussy?” Said Tom, “no I just don’t drink” Robert said again, “oh come on” alice said as she and Jenny were getting closer to Robert, both trying to lean in for a kiss to Robert but he pushed them away “no no thanks” he said, “I don’t like being pushed especially by you” said Alice, “I apologize but no” said Robert, “are you gay?” Said Tom “oh we got a faggot? Now?” Said Tom again, “don’t call me that and no don’t say that” ,They all laughed at his face, “okay whatever have you heard about slanderman?” Said Tom, “no?” Said Robert they told him about slander man who he was real and how he makes people kill for him, Tom gaved Robert a beer but Oliver put a pill inside the Bottle the pill was those pill club pills on his beer He didn’t think much of it he was talking to Jenny and the others, he started to feel Difficulty breathing,Nausea,as his body temperature changed, Sudden increase in dizziness, disorientation, and blurred vision he tried to get up But Jenny and the others,laughed at him, Tom thought it was fun idea “OMG SLANDER MAN RUN!!” shouted tom the girls screamed and ran laughing, Robert was struggling so bad trying to stay up Indeed slander-man was in-front of him , Robert looked up at him “very f..funny tom” he said but then slander-man his voice was very glitchy Robert started to run trying to keep himself awake panicking he went to a random abandoned house Robert was having a anxiety attack trying to think what to do next “shit shit I’m die fuck” Robert said, at this point Robert was afraid he was drugged up, slander-man appeared behind Robert a whole scream from slanderman so disturbing, Robert was stepping away from him he felt like he got pushed, he fell off the window hitting the floor but he saw how glass was shattered seem on purpose it shot to his eyes, he passed out, Oliver and Jenny,Alan,Tom,Alice went to find Robert as they stood in shocked cursing at each other as The girls cried knowing they would go to jail since he was a minor,drinking, and dead, “shut the fuck up and help me HURRY THE FUCK ON” Tom yelled, as the other helped Tom pick up Robert they were to a Bridge probably 6-10 minutes of a walk to drop him, as they see his body float they all left scared, “shit shit shit” “shut the fuck up” “THIS IS YOUR FAULT” “no no honey it’s ours” “shut the fuckup already” they left

Robert woke up a 2 weeks later, he woke up he moved his head to a On his left direction he had bandages rapped around his eyes “who are you?” Robert said, “Oh your awake” she said, “I am now who are you?” Robert said, “No it doesn’t matter” she said, “Hm I’m..Robert “ Robert said when that she did not introduce herself it was polite for him to do so but she didn’t say anything then she spoke she said, “they left you didn’t they?” She said speaking again, He felt his mouth open “I feel betrayed” the words came out of his mouth, (His pov) “I couldn’t tell if someone was actually there, was it my imagination? I can’t tell”,he couldn’t feel her at all, He began to get up slowly pulling wires off his body, it’s been weeks he kept dream of his parents last words to him “I’m sorry but I don’t understand!” Robert said, their voice was glitchy saying “I don’t need you Robert”, He began heavy breath he open his mouth “are you giving up? I know we all have hard times but don’t give up you still have me can I be any help???..am I a disappointment to you or..” Robert said as He woke up in a cold sweat looking Around, Robert got up afraid he grabbed his bat “Today is a new day but for you there’s no tomorrow” as he sense his first victim.

#writing #creepypasta #oc stuff #my ocs #slenderverse #slender proxy #creepy

[echoing-oursong]

I just came to a realization lmao (I send you an ask an hour ago about my first few hater asks)

And well all those people have one problem and that's Steve. Like their faves, namely Jancy, they are allowed to hate Steve for what he did in s1. Despite Nancy in the show dating him for a year after that or Jonathan getting his ass saved twice (plus he got an apology and new camera that was probably much better than his old one). But as soon as Steve shows any negative emotions to those two, who without a doubt hurt him he's not allowed to do so. And if you point it out you're automatically anti Jancy or a misogynist. Same with when you make Robin defend Steve, they throw a fit even tho in the show Robin just wants the best for bff. But bc it's Steve they take away this part because how dare anyone say something good about him. It's funny how they insist he's the worst or always bring up Steve's mistakes from s1 when he is the only character out of those 3 who actually grew, owned up his mistakes and became a better person. Meanwhile Jancy is still stuck in their ways and are stagnant, like they still the same people acting the same. They never showed remorse for hurting Steve because they don't give a fuck. Jonathan never made it up to Steve for taking those photos of him, or for sleeping with his gf. And Nancy doesn't think she hurt him with the way she ended things and yet Steve in the show and fandom still loves them and probably has to make it up to Jonathan in s5 because other wise he would be perceived as an ass.

oh it is 100% because they don’t like steve! i made a post about this before but if steve did the things to robin that they want robin to do to steve they would 100% be saying that he should die and that he’s a horrible friend but people will let anything slide that gets done to steve i mean look at how everyone just ignores how nancy knew she wanted to be with jonathan yet is with steve and how everyone reacts to the bullshit scene. if it was steve who said that to nancy then ohhh fucking boy people would actually scream and not think twice about the trauma he’s been through but steve fans are painted as being hysterical or overdramatic for getting emotional about steve hearing that he’s bullshit, that someone he loves sees him as the killer of their bestie despite him not actually being responsible for said death, and etc. i’m 100% sure that people would not defend him or give him the same amount of sympathy that nancy gets.

honestly everything you said in here! honestly i’m dreading the jonathan and steve interactions that we may have in season 5 because once again it’s gonna be someone who doesn’t have any more reason to hate steve yet they’re gonna rehash it and people again are gonna do the ‘well steve was an asshole’ thing again and i genuinely do not think i can take it anymore. steve fans have to hear 24/7 about the supposed asshole he was in high school yet any of the asshole actions that the other teens do get swept under the rug cuz they’re seen as this ‘underdog’ or it’s holier than thou complex. honestly i wouldn’t mind seeing the teens do asshole actions if there wasn’t always this double standard of seeing jancy and other teens as perfect angels meanwhile steve fans get the ‘well you have to acknowledge that he’s an asshole otherwise you don’t like any of the other characters and what i said does for every single person regardless of what they actually post/how they think’ i’m just sooo tired of this double standard shit

#answered asks #thanks for the ask! #also lmaooo this might have been long but yeah

[shittydazai]

HAI OKSO

the basic gist of the story is that bonnie and clyde (the demolition lovers) died in a gunfight together, but bonnie was still alive. since they were heavily wanted criminals clyde was sent straight to hell where he met the devil and the devil told him bonnie was alive and well in the living world. clyde essentially begged the devil for a chance to go back and see her, and the devil agreed but only under the condition that clyde killed a thousand evil men, and then handed him a gun.

ironically, the order of the songs follows the story exactly. helena was written between gee and mikey specifically for their grandma but it also fits for bonnies funeral - when she "died". "like a blade you'll stain" refers to the lives she and clyde affected, as well as her effect on clyde himself. "give 'em hell kid" is referencing the deal he made with the devil, and also "you know what they do to guys like us in prison" the opening line "in the middle of a gunfight" is directly referencing clydes death but also the title is talking about the time clyde and bonnie WOULD have served together if they were seriously caught. instead the police just shot them to death*

more notes because i have too many thoughts to analyze them all in one go. i will tho if u ask me to

to the end is about bonnie and clydes relationship with each other, as well as how they were inseparable and died TOGETHER, even when bonnie could have chosen to not devote herself to a life of crime (although this song is also heavily based on a rose for emily by william faulkner. to stick with the story "send my resignation to the bride and the groom" could be talking about the relationship between the two and how they. died lol. resignation = no wedding. also "carry me to the end" YHEM DYING TOGETHER HELLOOOOO)

its not a fashion statement its a fucking deathwish. i think the lyric "im coming back from the dead and ill take you with me / im taking back the life you stole" says enough - not in reference to bonnie but the police officers that killed clyde**

cemetery drive:

"in that dress your husband hates" this might be a stretch but the real bonnie sexually assaulted clyde - as well as multiple guys in jail, so possibly the dress is referencing a dress she mightve worn when that happened? im not entirely sure

"staring down a loaded gun" gunfight ^__^

the actual song is about a lover that killed herself after a dramatic event she experienced with the protag of the album. since this entire thing is about bonnie and clyde i. dont actually have anything to say about them for this one! some songs dont fit that much, and this is one of them, but i still love it alot

*the fact that clyde has to kill a thousand evil men may be a way to get his revenge against their killers, but also mcrs anarchy theme throughout some songs

**same as above lol

ty ty i love hearing anything and everything about three cheers. i actually forgot about them being bonnie and clyde cause 99% percent of the time i just see them referred to as the demolition lovers and i don’t see ppl refer to them with names

but wait you left out one of my favorite parts where after killing so many men he realizes the final man he has to kill is himself right??

#asks #max is speaking

[shatteredfears-arch]

aLSO all DC muses being added/are already here, which i’m posting bc i don’t have bios posted for all of them so this is a quick rundown. as generally known, the main plotline of this blog is one big universe, but ofc, there are basis for these characters personality traits. And the main verse that is this blog’s verse has a mix of S/nyder and R/eeves, we don’t accept hate to either here. Also technically J/oker 2019. minor comic and other influences but i take what fits into the main world as my wild colorful brain views it (and yes, as an autistic, I view things differently than the non auts who call me names or choose to insult me-- too bad so sad for u tho i’m friends w the block button) 

(obvious content warnings considering the fandom, a lot of these ppl are murderers, one of them considers consent 'optional' canonically, even in her 'good person' phase. some of these people are serial killers. gordon's chill but he's also a cop so that defaultly makes him not great when, like me, you're not white. he's not white either tho, and is trying to fix the issue from the inside, but it's still not a great career. if anyone knows anything abt pamela's backstory, i'm not mentioning it here, but that girl's been through it okay.)

B/rucey Wayne, obvs E/d Nashton, unfortunately, tho he’s technically an NPC/by request H/arvey D/ent, with a different take primarily based on T/elltale, where yknow, he becomes evil whether he’s mutilated or not. stop being gross DC if T/elltale a company owned by gross ppl can do it so can you. H/arley Q/uinn, who’s been here, she’s not an original take she’s based off her og solo run but ppl think ‘oh she’s mean’ means original take when thats LITERALLY WHO SHE WAS BEFORE THEY WATERED HER DOWN TO HEROFY HER I dont accept that arc here. but i'm also not including all the canonical times she's forced consent on others, aka pushing J/oker into sex, breaking into floyd's house and laying naked in his bed and bullying him until he agrees to have sex, pushing ivy into physical contact until ivy agrees no matter how many times they say no. yeah. none of that happens here. but i do recognize it happens in canon, even if the fandom refuses to. al/exis k/aye, aka p/unchline, also a mostly original storyline not entirely following the comics, but idk i think she’s neat du/ella d/ent, aka h/arvey’s bio daughter who he was so disappointed wasn’t twins he chose to ignore entirely, bc even tho i love harv/ey he is a terrible dad. case in point, his daughter’s obsession w villains and calling herself their daughters (she’s been j/okers daughter, ri/ddler’s daughter, etc, her coping mechanism is a piece of work). pre her taking that route tho, but she is presently obsessed with E/dward post TB2022.  floyd la/wton, aka d/eadshot, based on older comics, with hints of ss2016 but not a lot, deffo inspo from jltas and games tho. i will never write fl/oyd x h/arley please never ask me, she literally wouldn’t leave him alone and broke into his house and sat naked in his bed until he’d have sex w her in canon. we’re not doing that here. keep that away from me.  s/ofia f/alcone, carmine’s legitimate daughter and therefore selina’s half sister. inheritor of carmine’s entire criminal bs, but because she wasn’t a player at the time, now has to become a player in the war for head of gotham crime.  jane mo/riarty, technically started as an original interpretation of a moriarty sibling from s/herlock h/olmes, but i plotted and developed a DC plot relating to her in the TB2022 universe, so she’s here now. university professor by day, weaving the web of gotham’s underground criminal schemes by night.  J/ames G/ordon, currently a detective in go/tham, not yet commissioner, trusts batsy entirely but doesn’t let the team know about his affiliation with him. uncle to and eventually adopted father of his niece, b/arbara g/ordon, when his brother and sister in law die in a car crash. 

P/amela I/sley, who is mostly based between older comics (including her runs in the SS) and A/rkhamverse, NOT watering her down the way the comics and shows did to just turn her into ‘har/ley’s girlfriend’ nor will i pretend the canonical interpretation of their ship is somehow healthy when they’ve beaten the shit out of and mentally abused each other to no end. in general if you want a healthy ship, don’t look towards h/arley, and i/vy deserves better, but all in all I am not watering them down for the sake of romance. they’re villains. we can write them as healthily as we can plot if you want, but pamela deserves better than what the comics and that show have done for her. and the fandom as a whole tbh, which is why i love the interpretations i follow over canon 99% of the time. and if you wanna plot/write w any of them lmk and hit me up w a plot if u have one, or if you wanna try and get to a comic point or game point or anything, it can be discussed, but i will not jump into ships w pamela, alexis, or ivy. everyone else is a case by case basis.

anyways here's the new carrd. almost none of the characters mentioned have bios btw that's why i'm posting this here lol.

#bc everytime i post smthn w pam i get fake accts messaging me abt wanting to write canon scenes that are majorly abusive and getting mad at #everytime i say no lol #'it's a different canon to--' funny how that's only ever said #to excuse hypocrisy #don't think i don't notice i'm autistic i notice almost everything #the slightest hint that you're being weird to me i fucking notice #removing me from your list bc you found sb else who you like writing w more???? yeah i noticed that too lol #i just didn't say anything but i notICED #thx #anyways #abuse cw #sa cw #out. #i love hq don't get me wrong #90% of the fandom including those that recognize that all her ships are abusive not just jhq but h/ivy is too lol #even the ppl that DO recognize that #claim her forcing consent is okay bc 'it's played off as a joke!!!' and no #forcing consent isn't a joke #showing up in a man's bed completely naked when he's already told you no MULTIPLE times isn't okay either #and i'm tired of ppl pretending she's only a victim like she's been a victim yes #but she victimizes others s o much she's a horrible person #and the worst kind of manipulator #she's bubbly and lovably too don't get me wrong she isn't aware she's doing it #but that doesn't make it okay #alexis is so cool tho this bitch LITERALLY manipualted the entire world via social media #to get clear cut off of being held legally responsible for anything #and make the batfam look bad #she's an evil genius it's just a shame that #her current personality is so similar to harley's original personality #ran out of tags BUT if anyone wants me to do this for each fandom things are coming in/out of lmk bc i may

[namimikan]

honestly, characters designed to be fundamentally opposite to the show wants to be... and there kind of. more easily disliked.

i think it works better for kaoru than it does for mori ai. now, granted! haven’t finished law of ueki. it’s gonna take a while! but!

it’s more interesting that it’s kaoru’s MO tbqh?

i’ll be honest, i think RK deals kaoru a bad hand. i think she’s a victim of misogyny in the writing itself bc it won’t let her do anything when she’s! the! kendo! master! 

however!!!!

thematically, she absolutely is what kenshin aspires to be. he adores her motto of use the sword to protect, not harm. like he’s so tired of being battosai, he doesn’t want to be battosai at all, and kaoru is able to draw out the gentleness that he buried deep within himself for so long, she is able to make him happy in a way that he couldn’t be, even if, granted, execution was awful in this show and i expected... much better than i got

but holy crap i got annoyed her during kenshin’s fight with saito. after? when she doesn’t want kenshin to return to being a killer.

but before that, i agreed with her! bc kenshin wanted a quiet life, a peaceful life, and kaoru was giving him that, in a way he didn’t allow himself to have during the past ten years. and i was so so annoyed at everyone who wanted the battosai back. it was annoying that kaoru constantly got damselled so kenshin would rescue her bc she was his weak spot, even tho she tried!!!! to fight!!!! everyone else just was stronger.

(and then saito appears and it’s like. damn i’m not immune to fucking awesome battles. the battosai awoke and i wanted more.)

and it’s not that kenshin wants to be the battosai after that battle, but he has also no choice but to become him again (but less a mere tool) in order to defeat the second battosai. so he’ll do it, bc he feels bound by duty to see it through.

(and then the anime kind of shunts kaoru, and occasionally cuts back to her, but also not that often.)

but i think that it works better with kaoru bc RK was constantly asking, at least initially, where do you go if your country no longer needs you like before? how do you move on, when your country has, and you haven’t? kenshin found kaoru’s dojo perfect. bc he found the goal so inspiring. and so hopeful and fitting with what he wanted.)

not really sure i get that with mori ai.

i don’t think she’s insufferable about it (yet), but. there are times that i’m getting more annoyed at how she acts when she’s preventing/catastrophizing ueki’s fate. so she’s... getting more irksome, but idk what happens.

so i think the difference between kaoru is, he does agree with kaoru, honestly, but he’s forced time and time again, to resort to methods he hates to save the day, albeit he focuses v. hard on not killing people. what kaoru wants is ultimately what kenshin wants to. he just... can’t do it quite as well bc people keep on coming after him and/or dragging him into their wars.

i don’t really think RK implements the opposition well, but it is there. and i think it’s interesting to consider with the themes of what it’s trying to say, however frustrating and uneven it is.

but ueki. doesn’t really agree with ai, bc he’s not really there to prevent fighting, if he feels like it, he’ll fight, whereas ai is just trying to prevent fights at all costs (and failing), but he doesn’t dislike ai either. she sticks around, and idk, i don’t think ueki cares one way or another if ai is there or not, to some degree, even if she meddles. he’s never really argued with her, just expressed mild confusion, tbh, as she struggles to keep him alive and minimize harm.

(but i mind!!!)

#anime blogging #currently: rurouni kenshin #currently: law of ueki

[slavichorror]

idk if this is an unpopular theory but i think they set up chilton to become buffalo bill to avoid the transphobic plotline. him talking about skinning hannibal and wearing him and will's skin set off alarm bells for me. i think chilton is too much of a pussy to be a serial killer but i will do anything to avoid the transmisogyny that the books and movies had.

omg no i think you’re right!! i rmr seeing something on twitter about how they were planning to do that and honestly thank god!! literally the transmisogyny is disgusting thomas harris i know ur not seeing heaven for that 😚😚😚

#i don’t think he fits being a killer tho it’s like what will says to him in s2 #but also by s3 im sure he’s a bit beaten down by everyone so it does make sense #S4 WHEN THO I NEED IT SO BAD #masterswrd

[chaoticneutralwriter]

GD!Jimin Halloween Special: Camp Horror

You go camping, what could possibly go wrong? Spoilers: Everything.

guardian demon!jimin x reader

genre: comedy, romance, some horror elements, supernatural, fluff

word count: 12.8k (o lordt)

related works: see masterlist under guardian demon!jimin au

Warnings: coarse language, forced abduction, some violence, some gore mentioned (nothing too bad, its very censored loll), attempted murder (happy ending tho!)

A/N: i was.....*so* close... ah haha....ha..... h a.....

This was supposed to be my halloween special chapter (or at least, i tried ;w;), all based off this one tumblr post i saw in passing LOL (image below) but anyways, it doesn’t really fit into the timeline well so just take it as a fun separate episode, filled with lots of stupid horror movie element tropes. Also, a lot of it is inspired by movies like The Babysitter and Jennifer’s Body?? Anyways, happy belated halloween! 🎃🎃 hope you enjoy this little read break from main story ;w;

“So, wait you're actually going?”

“...Yes?”

He blinks perplexedly, as if he still can't believe it. Honestly, neither can you when you answered yes. You watch him for a moment more, the tiniest wrinkle of confusion settling between his perfectly shaped brows, plush pink lips parted slightly as if wanting to say more. So you wait until his eyes don't look so lost in his thoughts and instead, are directed back to you in a very puppy-like fashion – head slightly tilted and all.

“I thought you said you don't like camping?”

“Ehh....” You sort of half-shrug, but also not outright denying him because it is true; you do not like camping. The entire concept of it encompasses all the things you don't personally enjoy; being outdoors in the wild which means you're exposed to the elements, having nothing but a flimsy cube of nylon to protect you, you're essentially sharing a living space with things that can potentially kill you i.e. Bears, unknown poisonous snakes, killer wasps....and just bugs in general, and on top of that – if you really want the full camping experience – your washrooms are often portable potties or worse.

You cringe every time you had to use a public washroom whenever you're out. And that's just in restaurants and malls alone.

“Did they say it was glamping instead?” Jimin asks, eyes narrowing almost suspiciously, determined to get a logical explanation for your sudden change in heart. When you shake your head no (very regrettably, you think you'd honestly be a little more enthusiastic if it was glamping), his rich brown eyes widen, completely stumped. “Then why....?”

“They kinda cornered me on this one, saying I hate it when I haven't even tried it yet.” You finally admit, shoulders slumping as if accepting your fate. “Also that we'd be on like, a designated camp ground? So the entire area is supposedly safe and in case of emergencies, there would be facilities you can reach easily if you're not out of the boundary.”

Jimin crosses his arms, leaning back in your desk chair languidly. He's dressed down casually; a black t-shirt with an oversized navy knit cardigan thrown over it for the milder, cooler weather, with a big letterman LV patch on one side, black denim jeans and of course, black Chelsea boots which have become a staple for him now. It's a very simple look that never fails to make your heart skip a beat, so effortless and chic. His little hum of intrigue draws you out of your secret (not really secret) ogling and you're met with the sight of him nodding rather sagely at your reasoning.

Now it was your turn to side eye the demon. “What?”

“Nothing, I just find it amusing you agreed to it yet just now, you sound like you're still trying to convince yourself that this is a good idea.” Jimin says, lips quirking in a way where you know he's trying hard not to laugh. Feeling called out, you let him know that it doesn't go unnoticed.

“You're just excited to watch me suffer trying to survive in the woods for three days aren't you?”

“I never said such things cherub, but my heart does flutter whenever we're on the same wavelength.”

And there it is, that notorious cheek. You really shouldn't be surprised.

As you sigh heavily through your nose, Jimin continues to grin at you toothily which only gets more of a rise out of you and you find pettiness rearing its ugly head.

“Okay first off rude, and second, I'm gonna go just to prove you wrong and when it turns out I'm actually super talented at camping?” You lower your voice into a stage whisper, taking a few steps closer and leaning towards Jimin to say tauntingly, “You're gonna look like the biggest clown for all Hell to see.”

Not one to back down, Jimin also mimics you but leans in a lot closer that it has you faltering back a little, a wicked glint in his eyes and a smile much more devilish than before.

“Oh? Confident are we?” He purrs, the feel of his hot breath fanning across your lips has you swallowing imperceptibly. You try hard to maintain strong eye contact but you're no match for Jimin and he makes sure to rub it in that he knows it too. Slowly, he reaches a hand up, his fingers playing with a loose strand of your hair nonchalantly as he continues in that low gravel, dark eyes never leaving yours, “I'll be sure to not miss a second of it. Just tell me when and where.”

“This long weekend, at this place called Blackwood Creek Campsite about an hour and a half drive from the city.” You deadpan, trying to remain unfazed as you swat his hand away even as the back of your neck begins to heat up. You're surprised to see instead the mischievous smile on him faltering slightly, suddenly looking pensive before Jimin tilts his head away to kiss his teeth in annoyance.

“Shit, I'm already busy with something on those days....”

You perk up at the notion, straightening up to give him a curious look. “Doing what? If you don't mind me asking.”

He waves carelessly, “Just some interim meeting or whatever – I wasn't paying much attention. All that I know is that it's a headache but I have to be there 'or else.'”

You giggle quietly as you see him roll his eyes, can't help but to use this opportunity to poke fun at him more. “Aww, poor you. Guess that means you'll be missing out on all the fun after all.” You go as far as to reach out a daring hand to give him a 'comforting' pat. You don't quite make it to its intended target because halfway, Jimin catches your wrist and in one fluid motion, you are now the one who's comfortably straddling his lap.

The complaints and protests forming at the tip of your tongue wither into a breathless gasp as you feel those pillowy lips brush against the base of your throat.

“Hmm...you're right cherub.” Jimin hums, pressing each word into your skin, trailing along the natural path to your collar. At the same time, those wandering fingers begin to sneak under the hem of your shirt and before you knew it, you're putty in his hands. Smirking, he continues, “So why don't we have our own fun to make up for it?”

-

“Girl, we're going for three days, not a whole week.” Your friend Mei laughs as she watches you heave your bags into the trunk of your shared car. You shoot her a glare that had no real hostility behind it, pouting as you did.

“Okay, so I'm a little high-maintenance, but it doesn't hurt to be over-prepared you know.”

“This is camping, not going off to war though.” Jess pipes up, nudging her hip playfully against yours on her way by you. “I've done this plenty of times, Y/N! You have nothing to worry about!” She follows up with a small twirl, spreading her arms up into the air and beaming, “And look how great the weather is! Consider ourselves lucky because the weather is what makes it rough half of the time, so everything is gonna be fine~”

You can't help but smile, knowing that Jess was trying to put your worries to rest and for the most part, it worked. Plus, you think to yourself, not like you can complain much since at the end of the day, you did agree to it so you told yourself that you're not going to let your initial biased opinions on camping prevent you from having a fun getaway with your friends.

“Alright! I think that's the last of everything. Everyone got everything they need because this is your last chance before we hit the road.” Soohee declares, shutting the trunk close. After listing out all the necessities you need amongst yourselves, you all clambered in and begin your hour and a half journey. Much of it was spent catching up, telling stories, and of course, impromptu karaoke to your K-pop playlist.

You get there in no time, passing by the camp ground gates and continuing the drive deeper until you reach the first base where the main facilities are located to do your check-ins (and stretch your legs). You let out a groan as you pop a joint, doing a once over of the area. You're pretty much in the woods, surrounded by tall pines on all sides that offer shade in the mid-afternoon sun. You spot many campers and their cars, as well as some RVS parked not too far off on the more spacious grassy areas in between the trees. Besides here, there was a gravel road that lead further off into the encampment and branches off to what you would assume are more areas you can set up in.

From what you've seen online, it's pretty big; with a few small lakes, a decent hiking trail and designated bonfires. On first impressions, you like the change of scenery. With that thought, you pull out your phone to take a quick video of the place, sending it to your social medias and....

Your fingers move automatically to pull up the conversation thread, sending the video there along with a message; “Made it to the camp grounds!”

A short minute later, you get a reply.

“That's good to hear. Have fun! And remember, don't let the bears eat you ;P”

You snort, about to shoot off your own snarky reply (something along the lines of, 'yeah whatever, have fun at your boring demon business meeting too XP') when suddenly –

“WAAH!!” The yelp comes out way louder than you had liked, undignified but you have more pressing issues to worry about than drawing unwanted attention to yourself. Like how that damn wasp nearly just flew right into your face!! You're ducking reflexively and scurrying away to do half a lap around the car, curling in on yourself until you're sure it's not following you. Off to the side, you can hear Jess laughing.

“Are you good?”

“That nearly flew into my face!!” You immediately retort. You peek around just once more to make sure before straightening up again, a scowl tugging at your lips. Refreshing view, not so refreshing wildlife. 0/10. You suppose it's a good thing you packed insect repellent.

Soohee comes back right at that moment, holding a bunch of pamphlets with a big grin on her face. “Alright ladies, we're good to go! I was just looking at the map here and saw a place by the lake, I think that would be a nice spot to set up if there's space.”

“Oh, that does sound good. Yeah, I'm cool with that.” Mei says, nodding.

“Yeah, I'm okay with that, so long as I don't gotta walk far to use the washroom.” You bring up – if there is one thing you can't compromise, it's that you're not about to do a mini trek to find a sanitary place to pee. With everyone in agreement, you all pile back into the car and begin to make your way to the area. The drive leads you deeper into the forest, the road winding as you pass by many other fellow campers until they grow sparser in between the trees. As you go, more and more you see that some of their leaves have begun to yellow and redden with the changing of the seasons, creating beautiful gradients that make for a picturesque landscape. Eventually, you get a glimpse blue waters and the small road you're on opens to a wide shoreline that leads out to a vast lake.

“We are finally here!” Soohee exclaims excitedly as she pulls the car to a park just off to the side of the entrance. The sound of gently lapping waves greet you when you step out and you feel the cool breeze carry the scent of fresh waters to your nose. The ripples on the water's surface move like sequins reflecting in the sun that it's almost blinding. Off to the side, you spot a little pier leading off into deeper water where you can tie canoes or dive off of. Closer to the shores was what you assume is some kind of storage shed (at least, that's what you hope, the size and shape of it looks too similar to an outhouse. Speaking of....did you even see a washroom on the way?)

“Okay are y'all done taking your obligatory Instagram pics? We need to set up our tents or else we won't have a place to sleep!” Jess says, already popping the trunk open and unloading the big bags that contain the tents. Her comment snaps you out of your daze as you walk over to give your friends a hand. You spend a good time debating about where to set up, how to set up and just the general placement of where you'll put the things you brought. Since there's the four of you, it'll be two to a tent, and the decision on who's rooming with who goes way smoother by comparison.

Luckily you finish settling way before the sun goes down so now, everyone is eager to take their first dip in the lake.

“Did anyone not see a washroom?” You ask, a little concerned. You walk a few steps down towards the crystal clear waters, craning your neck down one side of the shoreline to the other in hopes of spotting something of the like. Instead, what you see is another car just coming to a park. As you watch, you see around four people getting out, beginning to unload their things as well too. Guess you'll have camp neighbours after all.

“Huh, looks like we got company.” Mei remarks over your shoulder as she passes by, heading the opposite way of the newcomers.

“Guess so.” You reply back, falling into steps with her.

“Darn, and here I was actually hoping to have the whole lake to ourselves. Anyways, I think there should be a washroom down this way – we can change there.”

You both walk a few metres down the road until you spot a lone brick building, a path branching off to lead into it. Mei was right in her assumptions; the washroom was located here, along with a small sand pit playground and a few picnic benches.There's not much else, other than a trail that leads off elsewhere into a deeper part of the forest beside it, most likely to be used for hiking.

To your relief, the washroom is at least clean and basic; three sinks, each with a mirror, and three stalls in an all grey concrete interior. You and Mei each take a stall, quickly changing out of your comfy clothes for the long ride to some swimwear before starting your walk back.

“Oh dude, is that a bug bite already?” You hear Mei ask. Looking over, you catch her staring fixedly at a point on your neck. You try to swivel your head so that you can see what she's talking about and despite the awkward angle, the reddish discoloured patch on your collar sticks out like a sore thumb beneath the loose t-shirt you've thrown over your swim top. Except what your friend doesn't know is that this was a completely different kind of bite.

Your face can't help but to flush with heat, even when you try to casually cover up such an incriminating mark. “Ah! R-Really!? I didn't even feel anything! W-What the hell?!” You throw a hand up as if to scratch at it to make it convincing too. Mei scolds you and you inwardly sigh in relief for dodging that bullet. As you're approaching the lake again, you're greeted by the scene of Soohee pushing Jess right off the edge of the pier, her shriek cut short the moment she hits the water with a big splash, followed by Soohee's unmistakable cackle. But what surprises you is the sound of a more masculine laugh joining in.

On closer inspection, you spy the new group of people that arrived not too long ago, also going for a nice swim and.... talking to your other two friends?

Oh?

Since when did this happen?

“Wow, didn't even wait up for us huh?” Mei says loudly, directing the question to your friends as you both got to the shoreline. This of course, gets the attention of everyone, including your would-be neighbours. From here, you can now distinguish their faces clearly. They're four guys, roughly the same age as your own friend group by the looks of it. One was quite tall with blond hair, wading around in the shallow end with his friend, a brunette who's about a head shorter. The third one was closest to where Jess resurfaces with a splutter, bright red hair bobbing like a buoy in the much deeper parts along with the last of the quartet, looking like he could definitely be a K-pop idol, hair dyed a dark magenta with black roots peeking through.

“Not my fault you were taking too long!” Soohee yells back good-naturedly.

“Have to say, it might be our bad – your friend looked like she really wanted the stake her claims on the lake before we did.” The magenta haired one interjects, chuckling as he swims back towards where you and Mei were, standing once it was shallow enough and with a wave and beaming smile, he introduces himself. “I'm Daniel by the way. The blond one is Henri, standing beside him is Michael, and the red head over there is Frederic or Freddy as we like to call him.”

“Hey!” Frederic or 'Freddy' exclaims indignantly. “What did I say about calling me that?!”

“Don't mind him.” Daniel grins, completely ignoring his friend. Honestly, you're not entirely sure what to make of these guys, already awkward enough when it comes to meeting new people so you could only nod your head hesitantly in response. Subtly, you look to Mei expecting for some help but find that she's completely smitten by Daniel, mouth slightly agape and staring a little too intensely at the way the droplets of water are running down his built tan chest. Looks like her qualms about having to share the lake have entirely disappeared too.

In the end, you do the saving and nudge Mei out of her heart eyes stupor. She introduces the both of you, cheeks coloured pink but Daniel either doesn't notice or chooses not to say anything, the amicable grin still on his face as he invites you to finally get your share of the lake. You're not much of a swimmer, choosing to wade around the shallow end just to cool down from the blaring sun until you get roped into a water fight started by Frederic. At this point, it seems like the rest of your friends got on well with the guys and they in turn.

You can already tell Daniel and Frederic to be more of the social butterflies though, them making a noticeable more effort to even talk to you despite how you're more inclined to taking to the sidelines. The other two, Henri and Michael, would only comment here and there whenever the other two would speak but still have a friendly air to them.

By the time the sun started to set, there's been a silent agreement that you all would cook dinner together, sharing the contents of your coolers, portable cookers and apparently speaker (thankfully no one else had showed up at your little lake to make a noise complaint). The easy atmosphere continues as night rolls in with everyone sitting around the small bonfire you made, and a couple of beers in, you find yourself loosening up a bit while your friends get more talkative. During your many conversations, you somehow end up on the topic of the supernaturals.

“Okay, okay. We have to tell ghost stories now; we are camping after all.” Frederic points out. The statement instantly gets a reaction out of everyone.

“Aw no, c'mon!””

“Dude can't we just sing campfire songs?”

“None of us play guitar here Daniel....”

“Eugh, do we have to?” Soohee groans, “Like we're really gonna do that to ourselves?”

You snort, agreeing with Soohee but more so for an entirely different reason rather than her fears. You'd rather stay out of messing with any other sorts of demons or spirits; you already have your hands full with just one.

“You do know we're literally staying in what's considered a haunted landmark right?” Michael almost deadpans.

Well, that's certainly news to you. Everyone's confused eyes zero in on the brunette, who only shrugs innocently before taking a sip from his can.

“I thought you all knew.”

“Uhhh no?” Mei says, a little alarmed. “Since when? And surely it can't be the whole camp ground?”

Daniel lets out an 'ah', as if remembering something. “I mean I did read something about the origins of Blackwood Creek. There was only some that mention about the spooky bits, but otherwise it's mostly about how it's founded by Native Americans.”

“What kind of 'spooky bits' are we talking about?” Jess asks apprehensively. You almost find it a little funny at how scared all of your friends are at the mention of some ghouls that might be lurking in the woods. You would've been on the same boat really, but now your main concerns are, in your opinion, way more threatening than some vengeful spirits; bears.

God, you hope there's no bears....or poisonous snakes. Your half tipsy mind takes you through a completely different thought topic than the one that's currently going on, so you only catch snippets of the stories the other guys are sharing.

“There's an area surrounding an old elm tree where people kept being reported as missing whenever they went on the trail; said there's a witch who was hung there and cursed the land so that anyone who stumbled into her territory would be spirited away. That's why that one section of the hiking path is blocked off from visitors now.” You hear Henri say.

“Oh! That's the one I heard. Like really straight up Blairwitch projects.” Frederic interjects.

“Really? The story I heard was that Blackwood Creek is one huge Native burial ground, and the years of conflict and bad blood being spilt over this land was what woke an evil spirit. People say it's the cause of some unexplained events that's happened around here; giant animal footprints, bear carcasses showing up in the middle of the woods, and vanishings.”

Daniel's voice has a more theatrical flare to it that you had to hold yourself back from grimacing. Damn, as if you're not already uneasy about camping, now you find out that this might also be stolen land? (Of course it would be, you shouldn't really be surprised).

Right at that moment, something brushes against your arm and the sudden sensation startles you into letting out a yelp, arms flailing. It causes a chain reaction as your yelp then startles Mei sitting beside you who lets out a shrill shout, which then makes Jess jump out of her seat while Soohee just looks like a deer caught in headlights, frozen in her seat.

You vaguely hear a loud snort, followed by boisterous laughter across from you but you don't need to look to know who's having a great time from all of this.

“You girls okay? Didn't think you're all this faint hearted.” Michael tries to say sincerely around a wide grin.

“Why'd you even yell like that for Y/N?! You scared the shit out of me!” Mei whines to you, to which you throw up your hands defensively.

“It felt like something was crawling on me okay?! I don't do bugs!”

“Oh man, do I got news for you....”

“Ha. Ha. Very funny.” You answer dryly in response to Henri's sarcasm, at the same time, you take this as your cue to turn in for the night – you actually want to preserve this post-tipsy drowsiness you're feeling just so you can sleep like the dead, otherwise knowing you, you're going to be too anxious about moths flying into your mouth to even consider shutting your eyes. That scare just now nearly has you sober.

“Alright, I think I'm just gonna head to bed now. You all enjoy your ghost stories.” You stand, finishing the rest of your drink before tossing the can into the black garbage bag and begin to walk off back to your tent site.

“W-Wait, I'm coming too!” You hear Mei call out to you.

“Actually, Y/N's right. We gotta get up early tomorrow if we wanna go check out the sights around here.” Soohee agrees, getting up as well. It prompts Jess to do the same, nodding as your friends begin to tidy up their area but was stopped by Daniel.

“Nah, nah you guys go ahead and turn in. We can clean up here.”

“You sure? Half the mess is ours.” You point out midway throwing away other scraps of garbage into the bag.

“Positive. There's nothing much left anyways. Just gotta put out the fire and then haul the trash to the compost bin.” Frederic reassures. After more insisting going around, they finally shoo you and your friends off to go wash up.

Now by yourselves in the washroom, Mei finally can't contain herself any longer.

“Oh my god, what are the chances of camping with a bunch of cute guys?” She squeals gleefully to no one in particular, eyes practically sparkling even in the dimness of the fluorescent lights.

“They're okay, but Daniel? Whew.” Jess fans herself, swooning a little. “Now him I can agree.”

“Hey no fair! Can you let me have this one for once?” Mei pouts.

“Girls, it's only right to play fair. Why don't we ask them tomorrow if they're down to do some hiking or exploring with us? That way you can both see who's got game or not.” Soohee suggests playfully.

“Alright fine.”

“Don't be a sore loser when I end up gettin' the boy.”

“As if!”

You could only smile wryly at your friends' antics, going through the motion of finishing up your skin routine, stifling a yawn as you put everything back into your small toiletry bag and wait for them to finish up to walk back together. You bid each other good night, making sure to check thrice that no uninvited critters had moved in while you were away before zipping up the opening and protective netting.

“You think those ghost stories are real?” Mei asks in the middle of rolling out her sleeping bag. “If they're so well-known, how come we haven't heard of it before we came here?”

“I don't know, maybe they're not after all? If they are, I guess you would have to dig through the occult side of the internet to find out; highly doubt a tourist-y hotspot like camp grounds would wanna expose their dark history all over their main page.” You offer, getting ready to settle in. You're basically ready to cocoon yourself, hoodie pulled up over your head, pillow squished as much as it can in the little pocket space and zipper closed almost all the way around so only half your face is visible; lets see moths and mosquitoes try to come after you now.

Mei hums thoughtfully. “Hmm, yeah that makes sense.” Turning to you, she asks wide eyed, “Do you believe in all that stuff? Ghosts and like, demonic possessions?”

You choke on a sharp inhale, coughing but quickly get out in between sputters. “U-Uh! Well! Sorta? K-Kinda? Not like everything though? But just 'cuz I'm skeptical doesn't mean I'd go messing around with that kinda shit, I don't want anything to follow me.”

Somewhere in a board meeting in Hell, Jimin sneezes.

“Anyways, we should sleep. It's late.” You follow up in hopes of ending the topic of that conversation and thankfully, Mei agrees. Once she finds a comfortable position, she turns to switch off the portable lamp placed between you two. “In any case, if you need a toilet buddy, don't be shy to wake me up okay? Good night!”

“Mmm, night.” You mumble, snuggling deeper into your bed and halfway in dreamland already.

Some point during the night however, you're rudely roused into consciousness by the worse thing possible – your bladder.

It seems now your body wants to rid of all the liquid you've ingested in one go and giving you no chances to will yourself to go back to sleep and ignore it till morning. With a deep exasperated inhale, you almost roll your eyes open. You vaguely make out the shape of Mei sleeping soundly next to you, her soft snores drifting quietly amidst the sounds of crickets chirping. Not wanting to wake her from her deep slumber, you slowly shimmy out of your sleeping bag to grab your phone and slip on your shoes before making your way over to unzip the tent flap. It was a gruelling process, the sound of the zipper coming undone louder than it should be to your ears but you get out through a small opening successfully without waking your friend.

Stepping outside, you realize you've worked up a sweat from having bundled yourself up so tightly that the cool night air that greets you felt refreshing. The moon is bright out, full and glowing with a warm orange tinge to it. It makes you stop to admire the way it reflects over the surface of the lake, the pale gold light dancing on the water mimics that of the sun, awed by how it seems much bigger and how you can see the dark patches on its surface so clearly. You switch your phone screen to the camera, snapping a few pictures until your satisfied before taking in the atmosphere; the quiet ambiance of the forest sounds mixed in with the faint lapping of waves against the sand made everything peaceful.

“Y/N...”

The whisper suddenly comes as if out of thin air, right next to your ear and you swear you jump five feet back, heart racing up to your throat and bladder on the verge of bursting. It's once you whip your head around do you see a head of magenta that's as bright as the moon itself.

“Daniel!” You whisper shout, hand on your chest. “What the fuck! Why'd you have to sneak up on me like that!?”

“I swore you'd heard me coming but you zoned out hard.” He replies back with a shrug. “Whatchu doing up anyways? Thought you'd be out cold with the way you were so set on turning in for the night.”

“I was just on my way to the washrooms.” You gesture over your shoulder after calming down, turning to get back on track with your purpose before you risk wetting yourself – that scare earlier had you way too close to doing that.

“Oh cool, I'll walk you then.”

“Um, you don't have to....”

You say that but he's already heading off in that direction so you have no choice but to tail after him.

“What do you mean 'I don't have to?' You know it's not smart to be wandering around in the woods in the middle of the night by yourself. Who knows what spooky things might getcha.” The last part he leans in closer to say a bit more teasingly.

“If you mean bears then yes, I'm actually a little afraid of running into one as I'm on my way to taking a piss.” You scoff, crossing your arms and overtake Daniel's long strides. It's not a lie when at this point, you really gotta go. Daniel chuckles from behind, keeping his easy-going pace with his hands tucked into his pockets, watching you.

There's a prickling sensation that runs up the back of your neck, causing goosebumps to erupt. You turn your head to look back, but all you see is Daniel checking his phone. He looks up once he notices that you're looking and simply smiles, tucking it away.

“What's up? Thought you had to go really bad?”

“....Yeah.”

“Kay, well I'mma head on over to the men's then. If I'm not out before you, just wait up and we can walk back together okay?” With that, he passes you and heads straight to the men's washroom, disappearing behind the heavy door with a thump. You stay rooted in your spot for a moment, chewing on your lip but eventually, push the weird feeling to the back of your mind.

One flush later, you're relieved of the choke hold your bladder had on you, stepping back out into the night as you flick away the remnants of water on your hands. Looking around, you don't see Daniel anywhere so you wonder if he's yet to come out of the washroom. You walk out a bit further until you're across the playground, the thought crossing your mind to wait on one of the swings. Up close, you see just how rusted the chains are and now you wonder if it'll even be able to support your weight. You test it by pushing your weight down on the seat – it lets out a loud protesting creak.

Yeah, probably not.

Something rustles through the leaves then, catching your attention instantly. Whipping your eyes to the direction you heard it coming from, you feel every one of your nerves tense but no matter how hard you look, you don't see anything within the dark shadows. Still, you dare not let out the breath you're holding just yet.

“Y/N....”

You whip your head around, ready to berate Daniel for using the same trick to sneak up on you again. Unfortunately, he beats you to the punch.

Quite literally.

The last thing you remember was a sharp pain that explodes from the left side of your temple and your vision immediately going black.

The next time you're pulled back into consciousness, you have a splitting headache that makes opening your eyes difficult without being nauseous. Not to mention a ringing in your ear that seems to last an eternity on top of that, so you just keep them close for now while taking deep breaths and wait for the feeling to pass. Once it dies down however, you begin to make out muffled voices, indistinguishable at first before they gradually become clearer.

“... – hard enough as is, and you nearly blew my fuckin' cover.”

“Shut up, you're the one who changed the plans on us last minute.”

“Yeah because you're a pussy who wanted to 'play it safe'.”

“Can you just both shut up and do something useful?”

You have no idea what's going on but you'd have to agree with whoever said that because their bickering is doing nothing for your pounding head, a quiet groan slipping from the back of your throat unintentionally and when you try to reach a hand up to soothe the pain, you find that they're stuck. What the fuck?

“I think she's starting to wake up.”

There's a set of footsteps approaching you, the sound of trampled leaves getting louder until they stop right in front of you and you feel a presence of another person. Slowly, you peel your eyes open and though you had to blink a couple of times to focus, you still recognize that stupid bright fucking head of magenta through the blur, squatting down in front of you.

“Hey....Hello there....” He speaks softly to you, almost cooing at you as he gently rights your head so that it's not resting so lopsidedly. It doesn't stop you from wincing, the cramps in your neck have long since settled in. When he's sure that you've become fully aware and alert, his lips pull back into a sickeningly saccharine smile. “Welcome back, sweet thing.”

Your eyes immediately narrow into a glare and you go to tell him off, only to get a mouthful of cloth instead. Daniel notices your belated realization too, but continues to smile and speak to you amicably, “I know this is a lot to ask of you since we only just really met and all, but I need you to be a good girl and not try anything funny because I don't wanna have to hurt you more than I should, okay?”

Your racing heart has your chest slightly heaving but despite that, you're surprisingly calm; perhaps a part of you stubbornly refuses to let Daniel intimidate you or you're not quite all there yet. Seeing how unexpectedly composed you are, scowl showing no signs of softening any time soon, Daniel's eyebrow quirks and his smile shifts into a smirk, clearly amused.

Turning to shout over his shoulder, Daniel calls, “We got a feisty one boys.”

“Great.”

“That's either gonna make this harder or easier for us.”

“Okay cool, now can you just get your ass over here and help?”

“I am helping.” Daniel replies matter of factly, turning his attention back to you. “I'm making sure the guest of honour is comfortable.” A sudden light nearly blinds you and you turn your head away, squinting your eyes. It takes you a moment to figure out that the harsh light was coming from the flashlight Daniel was holding. He gives you a once over with it before inhaling through his teeth, grimacing as he reaches up towards your temple. “That's gotta hurt....”

A stinging pain comes from when his finger prods at it, causing you to flinch away. Scrunching your face, you finally notice the stickiness clinging to the skin there, the itchiness from it reaching as far down as the side of your cheek.

“Yeah, didn't mean to swing at you that hard but, you know, adrenaline and all that shit.” He chuckles like he didn't just clobber you with a brick (you don't know if it's a brick or the flashlight he has, but it might as well be). “Also you can thank Frederic for the ropes, just a little safety precaution – can't have you wandering around on your own at night right?”

“Daniel! We're done over here so any year now.” You hear Frederic call.

“Oops, and that would be our cue.” Daniel stands then, finally allowing you to have a good look at your surroundings, and what you see makes your stomach drop. You have no idea what part of the camp grounds you're in, or if this is still even in the camp grounds at all. It looks like you're in a clearing, seemingly smack dab in the middle of the woods with overgrown roots, dead leaves and dry patches of grass; not exactly an ideal spot to entice any campers. Surrounding you from all sides are thick trees, whatever moonlight seeping through their dense foliage creates an eerie backlit glow, but otherwise further beyond there is only darkness.

The only area well-lit enough is the one you and your captors are in, thanks to a series of large candles they've placed to form what looks like a circle some feet away from you and the barren branches of the large tree you're sitting under, offering you an unobstructed view of the orange-tinted moon.....

Ah –

A chill runs through you then, the same time a switch goes off in your head. Whipping your gaze upwards, you take in the full sight of the tree. The trunk is thick, a testament to its old age, with long crooked branches, stretching out like sharp, boney hands. There's one in particular that hangs conveniently above the centre of the encirclement, low enough that someone who's at least two heads taller than you could reach with a good jump, and ominously hanging from that....was another line of rope.

Your body freezes as your mind races, faint memories about a story of an old elm tree, hanged witches, and cursed lands flashing before you, and given where you are, it all adds up to be too much of a coincident for it not to be what the fuck you think this is.

“Alright, up we go.” Daniel takes a firm hold under your arm and hauls you up easily, beginning to drag you towards where the other guys are waiting in the inner circle of the candles. The first wave of panic finally hits you like a freight train, your limbs shaking with the cold sweat taking over as you squirm with all your might, your protests muffled from the gag.

“Oh c'mon Y/N, don't be a spoil sport now.” Daniel chastises, pulling on you hard so that you don't break free from his grasp. “You're the main star of the show tonight!”

You frantically shake your head, digging your heels into the dirt in hopes you would be able to stall for time to figure out what they're planning. You need to keep a clear head, you tell yourself desperately, you have to or else you'll truly be helpless to do anything, too blinded by the fear. Right now, this is the only fighting chance you got. If you let it slip, it'll be too late.

“Yeah Y/N, look at it this way,” Frederic starts, coming over to help Daniel drag you the rest of the way until you're standing right in the middle of the lit circle. “It's quite simple really.” He grunts, doing a short jump in order to reach the extra rope dangling from the branch above you. “We're just a bunch of guys with some pretty big ambitions.”

Daniel shoves you forward so that Frederic can grab your bound wrists in order to tether you to the cord. You hate that a part of you lets out a small breath of relief at seeing that you weren't going to have it tied around.... some other part of your body. Once he's sure you're secured does Daniel back off, and just when you think you're rid of one less problem, you're hit with another, bigger predicament because the only reason why he's not breathing down your neck anymore is so he could tug on the other end of the rope you're attached to. Instantly, your arms are hoisted above your head and you're left barely able to balance on the tips of your toes.  

“Unfortunately, those big ambitions require equally bigger means to achieve.” Frederic continues over the sounds of your struggling. You try not to tug too much on it but it seems there's no way to avoid having the rope dig into your skin, leaving you to bite down on the pain.

“Yeah, do you know how hard it is to make it past even the first audition to become a trainee?” Daniel butts in almost indignantly, shining the flashlight in your face again, much to your chagrin. “The system's rigged as fuck.”

“Yeah, yeah we heard it all before already. Geez...” Michael practically rolls his eyes as he says. “You're not the only one here with problems.”

“Point is, you could say we're just 'levelling the playing field.'” Frederic concludes, turning to you. “And you're gonna help us.”

So they're gonna offer me as sacrifice to sell their soul to Satan for it?! What happened to doing it the old fashion way?! You wanted to scream, but right now you need to focus your energy on your surroundings. Your eyes dart around the ground for any of those tell-tale marks, something that would give you any hints as to what sorts of things would entail in this ritual they're trying to attempt. You find nothing from your precarious position, other than those ominously flickering candles.

Out of the corner of your eye, you catch Henri pulling out what looks to be a large leather bound book – its old, beaten and worn out state something even you could see in this dim lighting. You can't make out the text on the cover but once he opens it, you see the yellowing pages are scrawled with symbols and words in what looked like black ink. You're not sure if it's because of the way it looks, but at a glance you admit it the aged book could've had you fooled for being something legit. You don't get the chance to further try and confirm those suspicions as something else catches your attention; the cold glint of a hunting knife.

The blood drains from your face, each breath becomes more difficult, the pressure on your chest growing and your limbs becoming numb from both the fear and prolonged strain.

“Alright boys,” Frederic says, twirling the knife in hand, “Remember, we say the prayer and then we each take a turn stabbing her and then I write my name in the book with her blood.”

“Wait, why do you get to go first? I was the one who brought her.” Daniel argues.

“But who's the one who found the book first huh? You know how hard it was to get my hands on this?”

“Would you both quit bitching about it? We all each need to spill the blood of the innocence anyways.” Michael interjects, “And luckily, she has friends.”

The statement effectively puts their bickering to rest, but to you it was a slap to the face, a rude awakening. This changes everything; now it's not just a matter of your life on the line, it's also your friends' because if you don't survive this, then they'll be their next victims. You can't let that happen.

You won't.

The need to protect your friends overpowers the numbing fear, along with a burning hot anger; anger from being deceived, hurt and targeted by a bunch of selfish, heartless people who would go as far as to commit murder, while knowing nothing of the dark magic they're meddling with.

Perhaps it was lucky that it had been you they got, because had it not been, it just would've been some other poor unfortunate soul; someone who wouldn't have had a chance of surviving this at all. The cogs in your head starts turning quickly and a plan begins to take shape.

If it's a demon they want, then a demon they will get.

“Let's start then.” Henri says, and the others gather around him, forming a semi-circle facing you. You're directly across from Henri who's holding the book open to two pages that had a pentagram drawn on them, the black lines looking more like drying blood seeping into the paper now than it did ink. The rest all hold out a hand, hovering over the book before they start to chant in unison.

“In the darkest of hours, we call to you. With the blood of the innocence – ”

Their words drown out over the noise of your own heartbeat as you viciously try to tear away the cloth around your mouth by using any means, and after gnashing your teeth until they ache and scraping your face against the crook of your arm to the point your cheek is inflamed, it miraculously slips down enough for you to be able to cry out.

“W-Wait! Stop! You can't – IT WON'T WORK!!”

Suddenly, there are four pair of eyes upon you. You don't quite know what compelled you to blurt out those words in particular but you're thankful enough that it manages to catch their attention, interrupting them from completing the 'prayer'. Henri is the first to snap out of his shock.

“Who the fuck was in charge of tying her up?”

“Piss off.”

“Well go fix it jackass!”

“Wait! No I'm serious, the ritual won't work!” You insist, unintentionally tugging at your bindings in your fervour. You feel the rope cutting into your wrist again but the adrenaline sparked in you made it seem nonexistent. You have to convince them to go along with you for your plan to work, however a huge chunk of it is depending on whether you can spin a good enough lie. Problem is, you don't quite have a solid story put together yet. There's no time though, you've taken the bull by the horns and now you gotta roll with the punches.

Guess it's time to regurgitate all the stuff you briefly read on demons and satanic rituals that one time.

“The moon isn't right.” You start, “You're not likely to summon Lucifer with this moon, it has to be a blood moon for it to work.”

There's a beat of silence that passes between all of you, and within those moments of what felt like an eternity, you hold your breath, waiting. Daniel looks to Henri, who looks to Michael, the other two are quiet in thought. It's after a moment, Frederic retorts defensively, “It's a harvest moon, it's still enough to act as a strong medium to channel dark magic. Besides, why should we believe in anything you say? Not like you know anything about stuff like this.”

You actually scoff out loud without really meaning to, but how can you not? The irony of it all is just too much to handle. Luckily, it seems like your little slip works to your advantage; it seems like the boys mistook it for confidence, so you play into it.

“Then you should also know that a harvest moon is more associated to paganism and Wicca, so unless you're trying to make a deal with some witch, you're not going to summon any sort of spawn from Hell, let alone Lucifer himself to grant you your wishes.”

Daniel's gaze shifts questioningly again to his friends while Frederic grits his teeth, looking more and more frustrated. You're not sure if it's because he's annoyed at you running your mouth, or that he's actually beginning to self-doubt.

In a move you think no one had anticipated, he breaks away from the group, marching up to you, knife brandished in a deathly grip aimed towards you. You instinctively try to step back, forgetting that you're still tied in place and so all your feet does is slip against the ground with nowhere to go. Your heart lurches, a single name lodged into your throat –

“How bout you fuckin' prove it then you little bitch?!” Frederic demands, gripping your shirt to hold you in place, the knife dangerously pressed close to your neck. There's an uproar of shouts and shuffling that erupts from behind you, the rest of the boys frantically trying to calm their friend.

“Woah woah woah! Dude! Chill out!”

“Yo what the fuck!”

“Frederic, relax!”

“She's fucking with us! Why else would she be telling us this?! We should just gut her now and get this over with!”

“I swear I'm not! I'm telling you because you're just screwing yourself over if you do this!! I know because – !!” You gasp, words fumbling in a panic before you spit out, “I-I've seen it done before!”

The statement seems to resonate in the small clearing, everyone coming to a complete stop in what they were doing. It's Daniel who makes the first move, carefully placing a firm hand on Frederic's and you sigh when the blade eases from your neck.

“Alright, before we go stabbing anyone just yet, why don't we let Y/N elaborate on this?” You see Frederic begin to open his mouth, probably to retort again but Daniel cuts him off, “C'mon Freddy, it won't hurt us, we're already in too deep to back out on this anyways. We can let her speak now, and then she can forever hold her peace.” With that, the knife comes away completely and you're in the green once more.

Once Daniel is sure that Frederic doesn't get itchy fingers again, he turns to you, arms crossed condescendingly and expectant. “Well? Go on then, what words of 'wisdom' do you have to impart on us Y/N?”

You don't like that you have to thank Daniel for throwing you this bone, but you suppose beggars can't be choosers at this point. By way of saying they're 'already in too deep to back out anyways', it means that no matter what you say here, they intend to kill you. So for him to even give you this chance, he's clearly curious and cocky enough to want to humour you.

Pride really isn't a sin without reason.

You lick your dry lips, steadying your breath in order to maintain a sense conviction in your voice, “It's already hard enough summoning a demon, because a vital part of the ritual is knowing their true name – it's the key to having control over them, and more likely for you to have a chance to strike a deal. Reason why so many attempts at rituals fail is because people don't realize how much you actually need to do in order to summon Lucifer himself.”

The silence that follows is so heavy that you can feel the weight of it pressing down your shoulders. It makes you tense up and you race to continue furthering your line of reason, “I mean, it makes sense doesn't it? Lucifer, who's already so powerful with how many souls he's collected, why would he bother to come collect some that aren't any way special?”

Swallowing, you take the chance to do a once over on the group. You can't deny that you're genuinely anxious and nervous, very hyper aware that this is still very much a volatile situation. Which is why when you see the look of subtle agreement pass over their faces, you felt a little more reassured. So far so good.

“What usually ends up happening is you attract an unknown demon or some sort of demonic entity with no means of controlling it. It'll attach itself to you and slowly feed off of your soul without you even knowing until you just end up dying a sudden death. At least, that's what I suspect happened...to that girl I saw attempting the ritual.”

“So what exactly did you see?” Michael asks, narrowing his eyes and you know that your next words are going to be judged. You hope your hesitation passes off as something more along the lines of 'a memory you don't want to recall' rather than quietly scrambling to put together a mildly believable tale.

“It was....It was like, two years ago? Maybe longer? At a Halloween party me and a friend went to. The host wasn't someone we were close with....like, a friend of a friend kinda thing. And you know a Halloween party isn't one without someone trying to contact the dead.”

“Also booze, lots and lots of booze.” Daniel had to add. It takes a lot to refrain from rolling your eyes. Luckily, Henri does it for you.

“Yes,” You continued, deadpan. “Lots of booze. Except all that booze made some people think a ouija board is beneath them; they had to up the stakes, and one thing led to another and before you know it, you got a band of...half-drunk people heading off into the night to try their luck at summoning a demon.”

Henri raises a brow dubiously at that. “And you were a part of it?”

“W-Well....no, not exactly....” You reply, “I was more or less dragged along because, my friend – you know, being the one to easily worry – she needed to make sure no one got hurt, or arrested – whatever. So we followed and just ended up watching on the side lines. We honestly didn't think anything serious would come out of it. But,” You shake your head, as if trying to find the best way to describe what you had 'witnessed', “as soon as that girl – god I can't even remember her name; Molly? Mary? – she was reading something and.... Well, it looked like nothing happened after, but I remember it got so cold and then I saw something looming over her..... following her.”

“Like a ghost?”

“No....It was bigger, like a shadow but....” You struggle, because you really are, and all you can think of is, please don't ask for the details, please don't ask for the details. “It's later that I get told she passed away, like...not even three weeks after the party? I heard no one knew the cause, but I just had this feeling that it had to do something with that day. So I got curious, did a little digging and......that's how I found out about things.” And as an afterthought, you add, “Things that maybe I, or anyone, shouldn't have.”

The last line was a bait; the only thing you need from them is to agree to doing your version of the 'ritual' and as it hangs in the air, you begin to see the fruits of your labour. Daniel is mildly intrigued, Michael and Henri are a bit more on the baffled side, while Frederic....

He's chewing his lip worriedly, deep in thought before seemingly making up his mind. He fixes you with a hard stare, and his question sounded more like a demand. “What did you find?”

“Only what I've just told you....” You reply, and steeling yourself, you meet his gaze unwaveringly. “...And a name.”

Frederic inhales sharply, jaw clenched and his grip on the hilt tightens. Suddenly the air grows a lot more serious, even Daniel's face turns rigid from his usual sneer. You watch as each of them exchange glances, and after a silent agreement, Frederic turns back to you.

Eyes hardening, he says to you in a low, threatening voice, “You're lucky there's no signal out here, or we would've seen if you were really telling the truth or not. So here's what we're gonna do instead.” Once again, he takes the knife and points it to you, the blade gleaming menacingly against the moonlight. “You're gonna tell us how to summon the demon you found, and if it turns out you're lying.....We'll slit your throat and do it our way.”

It's the way he looks at you; cold, void of any sort of remorse, like you're nothing more than a means to an end goal. It's the complete one-eighty from the first time you've met him, met any of them. It's at this moment, you realize how truly frightening the human nature can be.

But you have an end goal here too, and that is to put a stop to this.

“I'll tell you, on one condition. Please,” You pause, taking in a shaky breath and despite the cool air the night offers, your skin feels damp and clammy, “please spare my friends. Leave them out of this.”

Frederic scoffs, using the flat end of the blade to tip your chin higher. “That all depends whether this will work or not, so you better pray it does.”

You shouldn't be surprised that that's your final answer. With not much left to do, you decided to get this shitshow on the road. “...Got any salt on you?”

If there were any doubts lingering in the guys before, it certainly went away the moment you had them write down the name they're meant to say (thank god for that you suppose, because you really wouldn't know what to do if they didn't believe an actual demon name you're giving them). That aside, you had made them keep the original 'prayer' because 1) you can't be bothered to change it and 2) it didn't really matter anyways. The set up was the same, with the only difference being – at your advice – a ring of salt drawn big enough to hold both you and a potential second entity in it within the circle of candles.

“Remember, it's important you call out his name at the right times, and you need to say it once for each person.” You say.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Can we just get on with it?” Standing just outside the salt circle, the rest of the guys are positioned on points where a pentagram would've been, with you at the head. Inhaling through your nose heavily, you push down your annoyance and close your eyes, focusing your energy. Now that it's happening, you think this would be the first time you've tried calling out to Jimin this way.

Let's see how well it works.

Henri picks up the book again, opens it to the page and once more, the prayer begins.

“In the darkest of hours, we call to you.

With the blood of the innocence, we offer to you

A path unto earth, and with thy power may we survive the night.

O one whom all is set aflame, we call to you,

Rhaemaris.”

A chill runs down your spine, the same time something in the air changes. Like a creature being called forth, a heavy fog crawls forward from beyond the edges of the forest, slowly clawing its way towards you until the ground is blanketed by its mass.

“O wretched soul, we call to you,

Rhaemaris.”

You shudder as you begin to hear whispers, disembodied voices ringing in your ears and you wonder if it's just you, but still, you dare not open your eyes yet.

“O one who walks the path of darkness, we call to you,

Rhaemaris.”

The sky suddenly darkens, the moon swallowed by the thick clouds rolling in, and the only lights you have left are the candles which surrounds you.

“Let our desires be true, as our intent malicious.”

Let us join hands, we call to you,

Rhaemaris!”

Your own whisper of his name is drowned out by the voices of the others, and though they might've not heard you, you're hoping that someone else did. As if to answer your silent plea, a gust of wind rushes through, carrying up wisps of fog with it and threatening to blow out all the candles in one go, their flames flickering dangerously down to the wicks when –

“What the fuck?!”

Daniel's alarmed cry finally makes you snap your eyes open because the sheer panic from it was quite serious. And perhaps he had every right to be, from his point of view.

Because it's not every day that the flames of a candle all turn pitch black in a blink of an eye. What was also frightening was the fog around you had begun to condense in front of you, swirling into a vortex until it didn't look like fog anymore, but a thick black smoke with sparks of embers flying and the smell of sulphur burning your nose. Your eyes water from it, and you try your best to shield your face away from this growing heat that seems to press right up against you.

Through squinted eyes and dishevelled hair, you finally see something emerge from within the chaos that makes you slump, all the tension leaving you.

Black Chelsea boots.

As quick as the winds had picked up, they vanish without a trace along with the eerie light of the candles, plunging the area into complete darkness. You already can't see past the black smog that has yet to settle, seemingly rippling and billowing with a mind of its own around his figure but you can clearly see the slight confusion on his face and that alone makes you crack the first smile all night, a quiet laugh exhaling tiredly from your lips. The sound immediately catches his attention, his head quirking towards your direction.

“Cherub?” It's gentle, and so soft you could mistaken it as just your imagination. You want to hum back in reply but you're rudely cut off by the voice of another.

“Demon! We have summoned you!” Frederic shouts.

You strain your neck to see where it is that the quartet had fled to when shit started to hit the fan and manage to spot a mop of red and magenta hair a fair distance behind where Jimin was standing. On closer inspection, it would appear that they're just beyond the salt circle you've asked them to draw around you. It takes a lot to hold back the laugh that wants to escape from your lips; cowardly enough to hide behind some superstitions, but ballsy enough to stay.

“Summoned?” You hear Jimin hiss. He whips his head away from you if only briefly, as if highly offended by the notion. You don't see what the others do, but when Jimin pins his gaze on them, they visibly flinch back. Under the pressure of his scrutiny, Michael blurts out, speaking quickly in a way that you think he's trying to conceal his fears.

“We've summoned you to make a deal, and in exchange for the sacrifice we give, we ask you grant our wishes.”

A heavy silence follows with no one daring to move. Jimin lets the words sink in and slowly, he turns back towards you. Face-to-face, you finally take in his appearance of immaculate raven dark hair, and the pristine black on black suit he dons. You have the mind to wonder if you had summoned him in the middle of a meeting or board presentation of sorts, and the image tickles you ever so slightly. No wonder he looked so confused. Trails of the black smoke follows Jimin when he takes a step closer to you, close enough until you can smell the comforting scent of burnt cedar wood and spices.

There's an underlying glow to his irises, red and vibrant but unlike most people, it doesn't frighten you in the slightest. To you, they're as warm as a fire burning in a hearth and as beautiful as precious rubies. Those eyes carefully take in your features, a worry crease forming in between his brows and you want to so badly to reach up to smoothen them out, if only you weren't still bound. He seems to notice too, and his jaw stiffens, clenched so hard you fear he might crack a bone or two. Jimin reaches up a hand, cupping the cheek that's still stained with your dried blood. The moment he touches, you can almost feel the boiling heat of anger emanating from his body, the whites of his sclera gone as his fingers lightly trail over the head wound.

Subtly, you lean into his palm, eyes hoping to convey that although a bit battered and shaken up, you're not in any life threatening danger, at least not anymore now that he's here. He softens enough to let you know he understands, but it does little to calm him completely. On a sharp inhale, Jimin's expression blanks, a stoney mask in its place that even has a shiver run down your spine. Withdrawing his hand, he raises it as if to strike you. It comes down too swiftly for you to see but suddenly you find yourself falling, gasping as your arms are cut loose.

Jimin catches you before you face plant, and from how long your arms have been held up, they feel like jelly rather than parts of your body. With no hopes of lifting them any time soon, you easily go limp in his arms. Above you, a chilling laugh rings out in the clearing.

“How quaint....” You hear Jimin sneer. “I must commend you for so boldly dabbling in dark magic like this.” He adjusts you so that you're able to be seated on the ground comfortably. “But my.....what a shame.”

“....W-What....What do you mean?” One of them quivers. With a flick of his wrist, the thick corded ropes break away like shredded ribbons. You wince when you see how chaffed and tender the skin has become. If possible, Jimin's face darkens even further. Before you can console him once more, he turns his full attention back to the group, his tall figure shielding yours.

You think it must be taking him everything he has to not snap, but the deceptively even tone of his voice still barely hides the fury he's holding back. “I'm afraid there won't be any deals to be had tonight.”

That gets Frederic riled up, allowing him to gather his wits momentarily, surprising even you. “That doesn't make sense! We called you here, so you should be answering to us! Rhaemaris!”

Suddenly, Jimin's hands shoot up, engulfed in flames and an oppressive force erupts from him, so powerful that it knocks the wind out of you too but you see that it does more. As if rooted to their place, the four guys are frozen, their figures visibly trembling in a fight to move without success. Horrified, Daniel wheezes out, “I-I c-can't fucking m-move!”

“That name is not yours to command!” Jimin bellows, his words heavily distorting. “And it never was to begin with! My loyalties have already been promised to another.”

“T-Then how a-are you here?! Who summoned you?!” Michael demands.

A slow, insidious grin spreads across plush lips before Jimin takes one decisive step out of the salt ring. You watch, fascinated that it does little to stop him, emitting no more than a spark that fizzles out almost instantly and barely leaving a scuff on his patent shoes. Once he makes show that there's nothing they can do to stop him, Jimin turns in a way that gestures to you, and the shadows that dance across his features make the row of fangs and the blood-red slitted gaze all the more frightening.

“She did.”

Once again, all eyes are on you and you're not quite sure how to break it to bunch of strangers that very much wanted to kill you for their satanic ritual that yeah, plot twist; you have a demon as a boyfriend, and they picked the wrong girl to sacrifice.

So you just wave.

Jimin chuckles, then begins to stalk towards your four pale-faced captors, like a predator that's been set loose. “Now that we've got that out of the way, I'm sure you all know just how important a name is to a demon.”

With each step he takes, the grass beneath his soles singes.

“And I'm sure you know....that it wouldn't be in my best interest to let four, undeserving scums  walk free with that knowledge, right?”

His shadow starts to morph and twist, stretching in a way that it didn't resemble his form anymore, coming alive right before your eyes. The four are reduced to a cowering, helpless mess, no longer able to form any coherent words. Pleased, Jimin's grin stretches wider until it resembled a Cheshire cat.

“I'm glad we're all in agreement.” Then, turning to you, he says sweetly, “Close your eyes darling, and don't open them until you've count to five. I'd rather you not....see something so unsightly.”

You comply because you really don't think you can stomach whatever Jimin has in store for them. You're pretty much on your last leg in terms of how much you can take in one night. Eyes shut, you begin to mentally count.

Five....

A garble of pleading, you can't make sense of them.

Four...

They break abruptly into choked screams, but they don't last, cut short into silence.

Three....

A crunch, like the breaking of bones, and one by one loud wet thumps hit the ground.

Two...

The strong iron stench of blood hits your nose like a truck, you squeeze your eyes shut tighter.

One...

You feel a heatwave wash over you. Faintly, you hear the crackling of flames before it all goes quiet. A soft touch against your cheek has you tentatively opening your eyes and your vision is filled with Jimin's handsome face, coffee brown eyes staring back at you and hardly a speck or hint of the carnage he enacted just now.

“You okay? Are you hurt anywhere else?”

You shake your head. “No....not really. Just – head kinda hurts and my arms feel like they weigh a ton.”

His brows furrow as he brushes away the flyaway hairs on your face. “Why didn't you call for me sooner? That could've been dangerous.”

“....Guess your penchant for the dramatics are rubbing off on me.”

Jimin scoffs, but the corner of his mouth tugs into a smile anyways, not denying it. “You're lucky you're cute, and hopefully you've had your fill in fun this one time around. I don't think I'll be able to tolerate a second time.”

He pulls you into his arms once again, positioning you so that in one swoop, he lifts you up bridal style. You clutch onto the lapels of his jacket, blinking when you get the full view of the clearing. You're surprised to see that there's not a single trace of the guys anywhere.

A pair of soft lips press themselves to your forehead, drawing your attention back up to Jimin, “You must be tired cherub, let's get you cleaned up a bit and then off to bed.” Upon seeing your confused face, he asks, “What's wrong?”

“Where....? Where did they go?”

“Hmm? Oh, them.” Jimin strolls off casually, “I sent them to Hell, right where they belong, and right where they would've ended up anyways. Consider it a fast pass.”

“But wouldn't someone report them missing?”

“I'll have that taken care of.”

You hum, not sure how but supposing it's for the best. A short moment after, you feel Jimin stop in his tracks.

“What is it?” You ask. Stooping down, he grabs something off the ground and when he straightens, you see that it's the old book that Henri had been holding during the summoning.

“Oh it's –”

“Woah I haven't seen this in centuries!”

The excitement in his voice catches you off guard. Such a stark contrast that it makes you double-take on the book to make sure it's the same one you're both talking about. In an impressive display of magic, Jimin tosses the book upwards, allowing it to flip open by itself and hover in the air before you. Now, you can clearly see the dark scrawls, all in a language you don't recognize but for Jimin, it seems he's taking great joy in reading whatever is written. Curiousity piqued, you ask, “What does it say?”

“Oh, just nonsense about other demons; like Menstopheles' horns are only big because he's overcompensating. Or Xe'arix is scared of black cats and big spiders....Stupid shit we all wrote about each other at some point in our lives....Wonder where's mine....”

You're in utter disbelief to say the least, but what's even crazier is that for some reason, this sounds more and more like....

“....Is this....a burn book?”

“...A what now?”

“You know....like from 'Mean Girls?'”

“....What is 'Mean Girls?'” The innocent tilt of his head at you is more than enough to let you know that he's being honest. A laugh wheezes out of you, and you knock your head gently against Jimin's chest. This entire time....Ah, forget it...

You silently however, make a mental note to drag him into watching the movie again with you. He blinks perplexedly but shrugs, just happy to see you safe.

“Alright enough of this.” Jimin flicks the book and it goes flying before bursting into flames, dissolving instantly, then continues on walking. As if no longer plagued by the dark magic, the forest once again settles into a quiet peaceful lull, crickets chirping and a few fireflies dotting along the path in front of you. Along with the warmth of Jimin, the exhaustion after an adrenaline high has sleep pulling at your eyes.

“So,” You hear Jimin say, and you hum back absentmindedly. “How's that for a first camping experience?”

“....Jimin....” Your groan comes out from the depths of your soul, like you've aged ten years. The tinkling of his laughter follows but you silently consent; this was not exactly the wild outdoor adventures you had signed up for and quite frankly, you think you'll spend the rest of the year indoors.

Camping – you respect it, but it just ain't you.

#jimin x reader #jimin x oc #jimin x you #guardian demon!jimin #halloween bts special #jimin fic #jimin fanfic #jimin fics #jimin fluff #jimin scenarios #jimin imagine #jimin supernatural au #bts supernatural au #bts fics #bts fanfic #park jimin fic #park jimin x reader #park jimin x you #park jimin x oc

[kissesandcream]

a smol sibling.,

w/ xiao, kaeya, & venti

— • request from anon : being the trio’s younger sibling! (separately)

xiao p1 || kaeya p1 || gn ! sibling ! reader || headcanon format || 1.5k words

; masterlist.,

; a / n - i’ve done xiao and kaeya before, but i had some more ideas so i’m making some more! links above if you’d like to read the others <3

xiao .,

• the other hcs i made for him where general, but here anon specified a younger sibling, so i’ll do that!

• he’s that sibling who’ll pretend ur the most annoying thing on the planet but would do anything for u so much as you ask

• “xiao when u come back could i have some glaze lilies” “get them yourself im the vigilant yaksha not a flower picker🙄” mhm then why did u literally wipe out qingce village’s flower population hm xiao 🤨

• teaches u how to fight!! but he’s not teaching he’s “helping you discover things yourself so you can be a functional person”

• it takes way too much effort to get this man to admit he loves you but you know it as much as he does so it’s okay <3

• cloud retainer has so much dirt on him it’s crazy. if you ever need some blackmail material head over to hers. also you can find some embarassing pictures she’s got a heckton

• verr goldet takes care of u a lot too, xiao’s a great brother and all but he lacks in this department called self care

• idk if you’re mortal or adeptus or half adeptus but if you need to eat and do basic body functions he does not got u covered

• mans would try to raise u on almond tofu until verr goldet bought out a food pyramid and explained about these things called nutrients 

• he also doesn’t understand how important sleep is so,,, “xiao i’m gonna stay up” “yeah sure whatever” passing out two days later “y/N WHAT’S WRONG-”

• yeah verr goldet and the innkeeper guy give him a guide to basic survival talk and all through it he’s glaring at you like why did you never tell me you needed human things to live >:( 

• now that he knows you need sleep, he makes u sleep at 8 pm every night like a grandpa!! good luck trying to get him to stop!!

• are these getting too guardian-like and less sibling-like??? 😭 but that’s the vibes he gives yk!! ur over protective adeptus parent-brother who has no clue how u work but wants to try to understand a little

• in the game u can tell how much more open he gets wit the traveller as friendship levels progress, and if you’ve maxed it out he’d basically do anything for you and would want you to trouble him than yourself

• and he’ll probably be closer with you than he’ll ever be with traveller since you’re siblings and whatnot, so it would make sense that he looks out for you more than your typical older brother yk

• plays the flute for you!! if he hears u humming a tune under your breath he’ll find it and learn it to play for u 

• he may not fully understand how relationships work but he’s trying his best for u <3

 kaeya .,

• my other kaeya hcs were in relation to you being close / living with diluc, but these will be more general and central towards kaeya!

• kaeya fits literally every older brother trope that exists. the brother who’s always got ur back? you got it. the brother who keeps secrets you don’t know about from you? heck yeah. the annoying brother who makes u do his chores for him? maybe a little too much.

• pls he (lovingly) shoves all of his small tasks onto u it’s infuriating but you can’t even say no bc then he gets all dramatic 

• “y/n 😩 you’re abandonning your dear brother like this 😩 how could you 😩 i didn’t know you were so cruel 😩” sir shut up <3

• since he’s a people person everyone knows u very well too, heck all the senior citizens probably voted u as second best in law after him or smth idk man 

• hanging out with best boy bennett!! he canonically sees kaeya as an older brother too so y’all def go on little adventures together <3

• ur one of the only people who have ever looked under his eyepatch, diluc and crepus being the only other two

• sometimes he forgets to take it off when he goes to bed and it leaves a bruise bc it’s pretty tight, so he let’s you change it for him 

• “i can do this myself, you know” well he can but you both know he likes it better when you’re there

• does not allow your closet to be anything less than exquisite, you’ve got a bunch of scarfs like his whether you like it for not

• makes u buy his wine from diluc for him bc every time he goes to the tavern diluc raises the price tenfold just for him

• he’s that sibling who will rile you up on purpose just for the fun of it. i have a cousin who used to do that when he was younger and it was annoying but he still adores me sm so i don’t mind <3

• besides even if he does get on ur nerves amber’s got ur back- you can rant to her about him for hours on end and she’ll add with her experiences with kaeya’s bullying

• what are siblings if not for sibling rivalry, yes he picks on u constantly but he also picks u up when you’re feeling low <3

venti .,

• oh my gods he would be sO FUN

• the two of you are the bane of diluc’s existence, venti loops u into his winery pilfering plans a lot 

• venti pulls the archon card if the two of you get caught by him idk what excuse you’ve got but it better be good 😭

• no way the god of wind and song’s sibling doesn’t love music- even if you’re tone deaf, or hard of hearing, music is about the pleasure it brings and he’ll bring it to you

• you guys go wind gliding a lot of the time too!! y’all don’t even need gliders you’ve got the power of anemo 😎

• he’s that cool brother who’s only rule is that you do whatever you want to do, life is too short for regrets so live in the moment and be spontaneous!

• even though he’s older he seems much younger than you at heart 😭 will wine if you don’t do something for him it’s hilarious

• you’ve got other things to do and he’s just “but hanging out!!!” and ur like “but work!!!” 

• it’s very hard to be productive with him around, he will distract u with something as mundane as an apple- it’s not his fault tho bb just has a poor attention span 😭 

• he’s very clingy, if you’re together he’ll link your elbows like everyone did in sixth grade, and in turn u can kick him in the kneecaps when he does stupid things

• he’s the ceo of stupid things so u get to kick him a lot, it’s a mutal symbiotic relationship we love to see it <33

• my brain is dead and i can’t english rn but. his vibes yk he’s so fun to be around, he gives out surprisingly killer advice too

• i have this man’s teapot lines plastered on my wall bc they help me deal with stuff, so if you’re ever down you can always, always, always go to him and he’ll have the exact things to say

• if it’s words, he has them, if it’s silence you need he’ll lend you his shoulder; but there was never an instance he doesn’t leave you better than before

• you haven’t seen his archon side a lot, since he doesn’t show it all that much, but it’s so far from venti it’s a little scary; but in a sort of admiring way yk

• you guys visit zhongli sometimes, and it’s a free real estate for blackmail material bc of how terrified venti is of him

• zhongli is like that long lost uncle who visits once a year, and you’re his favorite child so he gives you candy and picks on venti for not taking good enough care of you

• “i’m their sibling not their parent” “you’re older have some responsibility >:(”

• if you ever get drunk he will hear about it and will come all the way from liyue to i will have order venti’s head, regardless of whether he was the cause of you being drunk or not

• that about wraps it up! im sure i could think of more but my brain is sorta dead rn so this will have to suffice 😭 i can’t think of a closing statement sO i hope u enjoyed!! bye bye!! <3

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[autisticandroids]

Okay so this was a while back but im preety sure you had mentioned an au of yours where dean is a serial killer and cas successfully stalks him but i don't think you talked about it more than that and i just really want to hear a bit more bc that idea sounds so tastefully fucked up

okay so. weeks later i finally end up answering this ask. it inspired this post btw. anyway spn is a show that's like. all about justifications, as i said in the post inspired by this ask. it's about having no choice and doing what you have to do. and like there is the phantasy embedded in it, a phantasy that is both indulged and punished. but most importantly it's justified. the monsters are super strong to show how brave our heroes are for fighting them, the main characters let out great wails of grief every time their lady loves are violently ripped from them (even though now they are free to do whatever they want), the narrative twists to show our heroes as correct whatever they do. the fantasy (of being allowed to enact violence, of being free from feminine "control," of being right) comes first. the material construction of the universe of supernatural comes afterward. whatever the fantasy is, the universe of supernatural will provide material conditions to justify its acting-out.

and what this means is that our protagonists, dean in particular, are constantly doing just horrific things, which in any other circumstance would be unconscionable. but the universe of supernatural provides justification for these acts. the point of my serial killer au which i think about so so so much is to ask the question: what if these justifications melted out from under their feet? what if dean was left holding nothing but a lie and the weight of everything he's done?

therefore, the premise of my au is such (under the cut because this baby is long):

john and mary winchester, in the mid seventies, joined a doomsday cult known as the men of letters. the men of letters were rather unusual for a doomsday cult, in that they believed that the apocalypse could be prevented by human behavior. this started as correct living, correct worship, yadda yadda, the kind of behavior and thought control that cults are known for, but with the justification of: if you don't do this, the world will end. eventually, this escalated to human sacrifice. the men of letters managed to untraceably kill two homeless people in the late seventies. but they eventually fell apart. however, a month after john and mary left the men of letters (mostly john's choice, mary still believed), mary died in a house fire. john took it as a sign from god that actually, the men of letters were right, and the world would end unless john himself did something about it. so he took some of the (intensely numerological) theology of the men of letters. and he worked out his own formula. and he applied it to the yellow pages. and started ritualistically killed people to prevent the apocalypse, with his two sons in the back of the car.

now, obviously, this is some kind of grief induced temporary madness on john's part, shaped by the mental abuse he suffered in the men of letters. but the thing is, once you've killed a couple of people to prevent the apocalypse. well. there's this thing called the sunk costs fallacy. john wasn't gonna question his own beliefs after that.

and he raised his boys to believe it, too, or at least he raised dean to. they didn't tell sam what they did until he was twelve, and sam didn't buy it, tried to call the cops on them several times but in the end, they always prevented him. eventually sam ran off to stanford, where he now lives under a cloud of guilt that he's too loyal to his family to rat them out.

john died a few years back of a heart attack, but dean is convinced it's because he messed up a ritual two weeks before it happened, so it pushed him further into this belief system.

dean's killings (and john's before him) are ritualistic and distinctive, obviously the same killer each time. but they happen anywhere in the united states, seemingly at random, there are inconsistent amounts of time between each one (sometimes as short as days, sometimes as long as years), and there is no particular victim profile. obviously, since our killers are following an arcane mathematical formula to make their choices for them, but the police don't know that.

castiel novak is an unemployed shut-in with a small inheritance which he's living off of, a cryptography degree, and an obsession with all things morbid. he spends most of his time on the reddit true crime forums, playing amateur sleuth. by complete chance, he happens to recognize one of the symbols frequently used in corpse displays by the so-called sioux falls satanic slaughterer (so named because the first time three of his victims were in the same part of the country, it so happened that they were all in sioux falls, south dakota. this was in the late eighties.) as being mostly only used by a little known cult group called the men of letters, which dissolved in the mid eighties.

he only notices this because, as a teen, he had a special interest in cults and fringe religious groups. the men of letters weren't a particularly notable or well known phenomenon; they were small, and a lot like every other cult that formed during the seventies cult boom. (no outsider ever heard about the human sacrifice; there were rumors, of course, but they were garbled, sensationalized, and mixed up with satanic panic fodder.)

(the men of letters' two sacrifices were nothing particularly romantic or fantastical. they first lured panhandler josie sands back to their compound with promises of food and a warm bed when she admitted she couldn't get a bed at a shelter, and was thinking of getting caught shoplifting just so she could be under a roof in the county jail. the men of letters' leader, a man who took on the name alistair, forced his inner circle to dress in the ceremonial black robes he had given them when he initiated them into his nearest and dearest, and which his wife had sewn out of old bed sheets and dyed black with home made oak gall dye. these robes still left black smudges on the wearer's skin occasionally if they sweated too much. josie was laid, bound, on the altar, a slapdash thing constructed over the course of two days from scrap plywood and a couple of milk crates. a rich red tablecloth purchased at macy's for $3.99 hid its ugliness and gave it grandeur. alistair attempted to kill the struggling miss sands by bringing a sharpened kitchen knife down on her bosom and piercing her heart, but, having never killed a human or even slaughtered an animal before, was unaware of the problem presented by the human ribcage. after rather ineffectually poking at the area beneath sands' bosom with his knife while she shrieked in pain and terror for about ninety seconds, alistair tried a different tack, and slit her throat, which worked just fine, and she bled out quite nicely. the second and final victim of the men of letters was a local vagrant named larry ganem, an older gentleman who walked with a limp. he was lured back to the compound in approximately the same manner as sands, but instead of being bound, he was fed stew laced with sleeping pills. even if alistair hadn't slit his throat, he wouldn't have woken up. it's actually arguable whether he was still alive at time of sacrifice; mary winchester (eight months into her first pregnancy), who, as a member of the inner circle, was in attendance, actually tried to take ganem's pulse as he lay on the altar (now covered by a different tablecloth; the red one had turned stiff with sands' blood and been subsequently burned) and found nothing, so it is entirely possibly only sands' death can be directly laid at alistair's feet, and ganem's is the fault of mrs. ellen harvelle, who prepared the laced stew. regardless, these two deaths are lessons in the nature of human evil: it is very rarely skilled, suave, or smooth. it's often slapdash, half-hearted, and just plain incompetent. but that makes it no less grisly. alistair may have begun to drink his own kool-aid, as it were, and escalated this far out of genuine belief that the apocalypse was coming and it was up to him to stop it, but it is far more likely that he sensed the imminent collapse of his little empire, and wanted to bind his subjects to him through the horrors of shared guilt, considering two lives a small price to pay for the continued loyalty of his inner circle. and the tactic worked: the men of letters didn't start to collapse in earnest until almost four years later. perhaps if alistair had continued the killings, the men of letters could have lasted for far longer, maybe even up until the present day. but it seems that alistair, a psychiatrist by training and unused to violence, simply didn't have the stomach for it. unlike, say, john winchester, who before his time with the men of letters had done a two year tour in vietnam, during which he had killed three living, thinking human beings with the american government's go-ahead.)

anyway. castiel is the first person, ever, to make the connection between the men of letters and the sioux falls satanic slaughterer. and once that connection is made, castiel begins to research the men of letters far more in-depth. and he notices something: the theology of the men of letters was intensely numerological, filled with patterns, significant numbers, and even spiritual equations.

castiel thinks of the seemingly random selection of the slaughterer's victims, and has an epiphany.

he cracks all his fingers, and gets coding.

six months. it takes castiel six months to discover an equation that could fit the slaughterer's pattern. it's complex, but also clearly based on several of the men of letters' holy numbers, and accounts for every single one of the killings. it also suggests that there should have been two or three more deaths scattered across the years, but more than likely those did happen, it's just that they weren't reported as part of the slaughterer's portfolio.

but much more importantly, castiel's model can also make predictions. there will be two killings, fifteen days apart, in a city seven hours' drive away, six weeks from now.

so castiel waits. and he books a hotel room. and two months later, he's waiting outside 217 oak street when a shadowy figure climbs up a tree and lets itself into the upstairs window.

dean winchester is feeling particularly all alone in the world when he breaks into maisey banks' home (217 oak street). his father has been dead for half a decade, and he hasn't spoken to his baby brother for twice that. it's not like this whole grizzly saving the world business makes him a lot of friends. so once he's done killing maisey (which is easy, she was ninety three and dying of cancer anyway. she doesn't even wake up when he slits her throat) and arranging her corpse in the appropriate manner, with prayers and sigils, he turns around. and sees a man standing behind him.

smiling slightly.

as he watches dean gut this old woman.

dean freezes.

the man takes a step forward.

"you're very attractive for a serial killer who's been operating since the eighties."

dean is silent.

"family business, is it?"

silence continues.

"i'm not here to report you to police. i'm just here to see if my algorithm worked right."

and dean finally breaks his silence: "what the hell is wrong with you?"

what's fun here is that dean knows (or rather "knows") that he isn't a serial killer. so he finds what cas is doing, this amoral serial killer stormchasing, morally repugnant. because cas has no way of knowing he isn't a regular serial killer.

there's also the fact that that cas proceeds to flirt with him. aggressively. and follows him back to his motel.

but the thing is that dean is all alone in the world. and as cas continues trailing him around, he starts getting, well, flattered. and feeling a little bit less alone.

it doesn't take very long before they fall into bed. even if cas is an amoral stalker with a fetish for what dean considers a distasteful yet necessary vocation.

so. they fall into bed. they fall in love. they make a little life together, in dean's big sexy car. dean tries to explain to cas that he's saving the world. that these people's lives are a necessary price to pay. and cas seems to listen.

of course, castiel doesn't believe a word of it. but he's found that he likes dean. really likes him. and he realizes that the collapse of dean's belief system would destroy him.

so he sets about becoming as complicit in it as possible.

even to the extent where, when dean is hit by a car and ends up into the hospital a day before one killing is meant to take place, castiel agrees to take on the job. (he doesn't actually kill anyone, obviously. but he does use his extensive skill with computers to create three fake newspaper articles which make it look like he has.)

but five years later, something goes wrong. really, really wrong. dean miscalculates the formula. and by the time he checks his work, the actual date of the next kill, as demanded by the formula, has passed. in fact, so have three others. and the world didn't end.

dean collapses. he hyperventilates. all those people. all those people. for no reason. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people. all those people.

cas seems totally unfazed. dean stares at him in shock. but cas just takes dean in his arms, and whispers in his ear: "oh, dean, i never believed in the equation. i love you no matter what you've done."

and dean buries his face in cas' chest.

#spn #asks #anonymous #abuse tw #violence tw

[crazyglitterpirate]

My version of Percy Weasley

Okay so here me out but i don’t think Percy is the “bad” one out of the Weasley family. 

YES he did things wrong and he turn his back on his family, but lets not pretend the Weasley family was healthy. 

I feel though he just wanted to stand out from his older brothers who where both very successful in the endures. let not forget how molly liked to compare her children and have them fit into HER ideals and goals for them, which can be seen in her treatment of the twins. 

I totally see her putting pressure on him as a teenager YES he was ambitious and YES he was a buzzkill but he was also way too mature for his age, like he didn't get a childhood, those behaviours are learnt. he was stuck in the middle alone ; Bill had Charlie, Fred had George and Ron had ginny. everyone had some one in their age group to play and socialise with, WHICH is so important for a growing child, thus being alone he did the next best thing he adopted the behaviours of his parents and unintentionally “grew up” we see this in the 3rd book when he watches over harry, even tho every professor was already doing this molly still asked her 16/17 year old Child to watch over harry when a serial killer was after him and i’m positive he didn’t know what danger he would be put in. But why did he just obey well he wanted his mothers attention it was empowering gave him a sense of acknowledgement. which leads me to my next point. 

He was the forgotten one, there are references in the books where molly doesn’t punish the twin when they bully, YES BULLY him over and over again (Boys will be Boys behaviour) she forgets his birthdays, and i think what started his journey was on graduation from Hogwarts, Mr Weasley took his pervious sons to lunch to celebrate. but not for Him as he was working. and then what sealed the deal was his fathers reaction to his promotion, yes i understand Arthur’s thinking, but his son freshly out of school who had been working hard his whole life got a promotion and a really good one and the first thing he thought of was harry and the order he could just put a smile on and say well done son i’m proud of you. And really that all he wants. so of course he going to give his loyalty to the people in his eyes have put in effort and actually care about him. because if we are being unbiased that shit is toxic and he cut them ties. 

And when it became clear he was on the wrong side he could have just stayed you know he made his bed now its time to lie on it, No he sallowed his pride and went to help at the battle, no idea how they would react or if they would even welcome them but he went because all he wanted was to help. 

In conclusion Percy Weasley was a lonely boy who grew up to quick. A boy who tried to live up the his brothers and also set a good example for his younger siblings.  A boy who was often forgotten and overlooked by his parents. A boy who found a family/origination who did give hime the attention he craved. A boy who in the end did the right thing by his family. 

He was not a bad person just a broken kid. 

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