#like he would rather DIE than hurt adam

[bimbobaggins69]

𝟏𝟖+ 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈

going feral for virgin eddie, who has absolutely no idea how to fuck you. He needs to be talked through everything the first time. You’re both making out on his bed as ‘I was made for lovin you’ by kiss spins on the record player, volume on low to set the mood. His hands stay folded in his lap because he’s afraid if he begins touching any part of you, he’ll instantaneously combust in his pants. He would die of humiliation so he keeps his hands to himself, but eventually you get tired of being the only one whose being overly handsy, grasping at his hair and rubbing your fingertips down his clothed chest. So finally, you grab his hand setting it on your upper thigh before placing the other just under your short, pink skirt that now sits raked up around your hips. He stiffens immediately, Adam’s apple bobbing from a harsh swallow. “Y-you sure?” He asks, like he couldn’t believe you wanted him to touch you, as if you hadn’t been the one to make the first move.

When he gets the confidence to climb on top of you and kiss you with fiery passion— you both begin removing each others clothes; garments flying every which way with voracity, a game of who can get the other naked the quickest. Of course in Eddie’s eager fashion and the fact that you were wearing very little clothing to begin with, he had you completely naked in a matter of seconds; his heavily ringed hands shaking all the while.

When he finally sinks into your wet, warm walls; his eyes instantly snap shut. He takes a couple deep breaths because if he doesn’t get his wits about him he will come before he even gets the chance to make his first thrust and you’re just clenching and gripping around his hard cock so perfectly that Eddie’s eyes begin to water, but he immediately blinks them away; he’d rather die than mess up this moment. He starts a rhythm and his cock is moving in and out of you with a speed that scrambles your brain, creating the most beautiful slapping noises. Your knees are spread out wide on the mattress but you need him deeper, so you begin to take charge, talking him through exactly how you like it.

“Here, push my legs back, mhm up to my chest…there you go.” Once your legs are hiked up towards your body, his thrusts slow as if he’s too afraid to hurt you by going deeper, or faster.

“Don’t be scared baby, fuck me harder.” You order sweetly, and he does just that, fucking into you like his life depends on it “Oh! Yes, just like that!” You cry out as he begins pounding directly into your sweet spot.

“Mmm, you feel that? That’s my g spot…if you keep hitting it, I’m gonna come.” You whine, making his eyes snap up to meet your gaze. “Fuck yes!” He loudly huffs as his thrusts get rougher.

“Oh, that’s what you want? Want me to come all over your cock?” You ask teasingly before giving his jaw sloppy kisses while he eagerly nods, his frizzy waves tickling the side of your face “I know you do, you’re such a good boy.” You whisper into his ear, making him groan from the pet name. Just a few more thrusts have you both finishing together, falling into each other’s arms as you pant and kiss while coming down from the most intense high you’ve equally ever had.

#— 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 #I don’t what this is but take it pls #Eddie Munson smut #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fic

[squash1]

i’m pretty sure ronan lynch described his feelings for adam parrish as an oil spill. and gansey said that loving blue sargent was like breathing. and adam parrish said that making ronan lynch smile was as charged as making a bargain with a magical forest. and ronan lynch said he would rather die than hurt adam parrish. and gansey said he would do anything just to make adam parrish smile. and ronan lynch gave blue sargent his flashlight so she wouldn’t be in the dark. and gansey and ronan lynch ran to adam parrish’s trial. and ronan lynch dreamt a sun and handcream and a car. and gansey could sleep after talking to blue sargent. and adam parrish came to get ronan lynch when he was drowning in his own mind. and ronan lynch wrote remembered over and over and over for noah czerny. and gansey and ronan lynch went and got orange juice. and adam parrish never wanted to fight with gansey again because he was his best friend. and ronan lynch worshiped adam parrish. and gansey wanted the old ronan lynch back but really just wanted any ronan lynch he could have. and they were all in love with one another.

tamquam-

-alter idem

#trc is so lovecore #i actually want to cry #sorry to anyone who has to read this #FOUND FAMILY #trc #ronan lynch #adam parrish #blue sargent #richard campbell gansey iii #gangsey #the raven cycle #pynch #adam and ronan #the raven boys #blue lily lily blue #henry cheng #the dream thieves #the gangsey #blusey #noah czerny #mine

[wintrsss]

『Affectionate S/O』

Fandom: Lies of P.

Characters: Pinocchio, Romeo, Alidoro.

Genre: Fluff, Headcanon.

Warnings: Spoilers for chapter 8 and 10 (Romeo + Alidoro stories). Reader is gender neutral!

Requests open!

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Pinocchio

Still doesn't really understand human emotion, but he is trying!

At the beginning, he'd be really stiff, likely not even moving to hold you back, opting to just wait until you were done

That is until he learned more from other people's feelings throughout his journey... and after receiving an earful from Gemini

Soon, he'll start to hold you back, albiet very gently as to not accidentally hurt you

And even sooner, he'll start to crave your touch, finally understanding how good it feels to receive it, as he feels a strange warmth everytime you give it

He'd also give some of his token of affection at times, though the main ones he does know are gentle caresses due to petting Spring, so you'll just be pet like a cat the majority of the time

P is a very observant puppet, especially to your reactions, so he likes to take the cold of his metal arm and touch it to the warmth of your skin just for fun

It truly amuses him everytime to see you squeal at the feeling

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Romeo

Honestly? He thinks it's quite cute

Not only that, but he'd welcome this little habit of yours with open arms! Quite literally, haha

I'm sure he had become acquainted with such a thing with Carlo, most likely because he needed to comfort his best friend rather than for showing his affection

Romeo would go straight to thinking the worst had happened and would ask what was wrong, that is until you tell him the purpose of your actions

After becoming the king of puppets, he'd learn to enjoy this much more, wanting to find his own comfort in someone, just as he had done so for Carlo

As the king of puppets, he's gets really gentle with you, which is really obvious compared to how he treated you back when he was alive

Whereas before, you would get tight, warm, even playful embraces from him— never wanting to let you go from his grasp; you now get cold, loose arms to wrap around you, almost as if he's afraid to hurt you

When he gets more confident that you won't immediately die in his hold, he does share his affections with you even whilst in the big puppet form of his

Like holding you up in his hands like you're a small doll as he softly smiles behind the big puppet suit. No matter his form, you'll always be cute in his eyes

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Alidoro

Incredibly adamant that he does not enjoy any physical affection of the sort. I mean, you could ruin his outfit or the treasures he has! Can't risk it!

However, it just turns out he's very touch starved

Kind of expected from his past, really. His attitude that he lets slip out at times doesn't help either

He doesn't want you teasing him about this, nor tell anyone else, so he tells you to keep your distance

But if you promise to keep your affections private, he'll allow it

Reluctantly

He's really not used to this, so it'll take some time to get used to, but even then, he still values his personal space at times

Very rarely will he reciprocate it

When he does, however, it accidentally comes out a bit rough and awkward. Like a tight side hug with a couple of pats on the shoulder before he lightly pushes you away

Will he ever get better at showing his affection? Yes... once he finally allows himself to learn from your affections, haha!

#lies of p #lies of p x reader #lies of p x you #p x reader #romeo x reader #alidoro x reader #pinocchio x reader #romeo king of puppets #lies of p pinocchio #lies of p alidoro #lies of p romeo

[aziraphales-library]

Hello beautiful people! First of all, thank you so much for this blog. Your work is amazing!

I'm looking for some fic suggestions, if you'd be so kind in answering. I loved Slow Show and Old Vines, so I wanted something similar, a long AU fic that has a lot of pinning and some angst, but has a happy ending. Thank you ❤

Hi! The fics you've mentioned are very popular in the fandom, so I'd recommend checking our #fandom favourites tag, as well as our #pining, #human au, and #long fic tags for more to enjoy. Here are more to add...

Between Comfort And Chaos by anathxmadevice (T)

“And how long have you two been a couple?” “Oh, I—” Aziraphale panics. “Ha, well, that’s a funny… We’re not actually—” “We’re just friends.” Crowley says, their voice clear and calm and lightly amused, either because of or in spite of Aziraphale’s flailing attempts to divert the conversation. “Ah, yes, quite.” Aziraphale says, then takes a sip of his drink just for something to do, instead of focussing on the way Crowley said just friends, and how it causes a painful throb in his chest that he has never fully got used to. His memory can only scrabble at the edge of a time where being just friends with Crowley didn’t feel like a particular form of torture. * Or, Aziraphale has been desperately in love with his best friend and housemate Crowley since they were students, but is too scared to do anything about it.

Keep it casual by Kiez21 (E)

Aziraphale has just been dumped by his boyfriend of thirteen years, right before turning thirty. While out with his friends, he meets a red-haired stranger that gives him one of the best nights of his life. Crowley's just moved into Tadfield looking for a fresh start. On his first night out, he invites a handsome stranger for a one night stand. It is just a one night stand, right?

The Anon Before Christmas by foolishlovers (M)

When Crowley’s friend, blogging buddy and business partner Anathema announces her annual Secret Santa Exchange on Tumblr, she is very adamant Crowley should join this year. The old-fashioned (but admittedly compassionate) man he gets assigned to send anonymous messages to every day until Christmas sounds awfully similar to the fussy bookseller that his friends adore, yet Crowley tries to avoid at all costs. But surely his friends would have mentioned if Aziraphale had taken an interest in the Bad Omens fandom as well… right? Or: An Enemies to Lovers Secret Santa Tumblr AU.

It never hurts to keep looking for sunshine by Dervila, elf_on_the_shelf (E)

After Adam's parents die in a car crash, Aziraphale is forced to start taking care of him as more than just an uncle. Don't get him wrong, he loves the little devil, it's just that he is completely clueless and could rather use some help. In comes Crowley, Adam's new nursery school teacher with his amazing skills in dealing with kids. Could he be the answer to all of Aziraphale's prayers - Adam-related and otherwise? Well, it looks like he might be just that, judging by the weird things Aziraphale's heart seems to be doing whenever he sets eyes on the man. Now, if only the tall ginger returned his feelings...

For His Eyes Only by AFrenchFanWriter (M)

Anthony J. Crowley has been an MI6 spy for 10 years, completing successful mission after successful mission under the guidance of his quartermaster, Aziraphale Fell. But this life is starting to take its toll on him as he is getting older; and when, one day, his past comes back to haunt him, Crowley realizes that it might be time for him to hang up his gun and face all the things he has left unaddressed… (Yep, it is basically a James Bond/Q AU!)

Driving in the Dark by Sarah_hadeschild (E)

Aziraphale, a small town librarian with a troubled past, has resigned himself to the impossibility of love. That is, until he meets a rough-around-the-edges motorcycle mechanic who reads Mary Oliver. TW for mentions of a past abusive relationship.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #human au #pining #long fic #mod d

[azapofinspiration]

Everyone knew Dazai is possessive.

If he decided that you are his, then you are his.

His friends, his family, his organization.

His partner.

And Dazai didn’t particularly like sharing.

He could if he had to but he would only do so if he absolutely had to and you passed his scrutiny.

However, Chuuya, his technically former partner, was what he seemed most possessive of.

For starters, to Dazai, there was no ex- or former proceeding the term partner.

If someone spoke to Chuuya a bit too flirtatiously, gazed with a lingering glance too long, touched him just a smidge too appreciative, held him too tightly, Dazai’s presence and ire would manifest like a thunder cloud.

And everyone knew what happened to those who drew his wrath, even after he’d reformed his ways.

And Dazai always found out eventually, even if all of Port Mafia knew to keep their mouths shut regarding such matters. They knew to warn all members of the potential consequences and it was a rule known to all but one: Nakahara Chuuya was off limits. Though they usually attempted to protect those who slipped up, as futile as their efforts were.

And then, in person, Dazai would inevitably drawn to Chuuya. He danced around Chuuya, teasing and bickering in turn. Even if kept apart, his eyes would drift to his partner, and somehow a single glance alone could spark a fight between the two.

Still, it showed that Dazai cared, in his own way. It showed he still considered his partner his.

Chuuya had made a place for himself in Dazai’s mind on the day they first met, and Dazai had no intention of ever letting him escape.

Given Dazai’s blatant displays of possessiveness, most assumed that Chuuya was not.

Sure, Chuuya clearly cared, in the way he still stood and walked in what had once been Dazai’s blind spot, in the way he instinctively checked for surrounding threats when they were both in the same room, in fleeting moments both on the battlefield and off when Dazai appeared hurt.

But Chuuya was the one who was adamant about putting the ex- in ex-partner.

He didn’t seem to ultimately care that Dazai left the Port Mafia other than the increased work it’d left him. Actually, he seemed happy he left and was now someone else’s headache. He made no move to force him to return.

His response to Dazai’s flirtations with others was annoyance and exasperation. He rolled his eyes and pitied the victim instead of seething at the thought of Dazai with someone else.

However, that was where people were wrong.

To Chuuya, all those things were inconsequential. As long as Dazai was alive and relatively well, he could deal with everything else.

But he was just as possessive as Dazai, only his focus was directed into one thing rather than everything like Dazai’s.

Dazai’s life was his.

No one else had the right to take Dazai’s life, not even Dazai. It was up to Chuuya to decide when and where Dazai was allowed to die.

The suicidal bastard had messed with him more than anyone else in the world, so this was his retribution.

Chuuya would crush anyone who dared to take Dazai’s life from him. He would — and had — bring Dazai back from the brink if the man himself tried to steal it.

Dazai and his life belonged to Chuuya. And Chuuya guarded it like it was the most precious treasure he’d ever grasped. He took care of it to ensure it would shine on. He made sure it was as safe as possible. It didn’t matter where Dazai was, as long as he continued to live.

Most didn’t know but Dazai’s punishements paled in comparison to the hell Chuuya unleashed upon those who infringed upon his right to Dazai’s life. They often didn’t live to tell the tale.

Dazai would die the moment Chuuya truly wished him to, and not a second before.

Truly, it was better to leave the two to their own orbit. For one’s sanity and survival. They belonged together and to try to take one from the other…

It only brought devastation as neither one would ever let the other go, much too possessive for that.

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #dazai osamu #nakahara chuuya #skk #soukoku #osamu dazai #chuuya nakahara #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #bungou stray dogs #started off as a thought on how c’s possessiveness is different and it became a mini fic #my fanfic #fanfic post #bsd fanfic #my posts #my post #my meta

[ruubric]

~bite me~

Baji x fem!reader

╱|、 (˚ˎ 。7 |、˜〵 じしˍ,)ノ in which Keisuke Baji has always been self-conscious about his teeth.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: mentions of violence, Twilight references, slightly suggestive

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For as long as you can remember, Baji has been self conscious of his teeth. His sharp canines that flash when he smiles, and cutely poke out of his mouth once in a while. He hates them. You, on the other hand, are in love with them, and not just because they're attached to your long term crush.

"What are you, a dog?" Some of the other kids in the yard used to jeer at him. "C'mere, little Baji, c'mere!" They'd coo at him before bursting into snarky laughter.

You'd drag him away, after he got a few punches in. Gotta teach those assholes a lesson, huh?

You remembered he cried once, though he'd rather die than admit it, when Mikey teased him about his teeth after a particularly awful fight.

Baji had growled and Mikey, being his best friend, knew exactly where how to hurt him. "What, you gonna bite me, you dog?"

You remember wiping the tears off of his cheeks with your sweater. As he quietly murmured, "dogs aren't even cool. If he'd called me cat, I wouldn't have hit him so hard."

Now, several years later, and he's still self conscious but he's gotten better at hiding it. I mean, no one will be able to see how much it truly got to him if their eyes were punched enough to swell closed, right?

"Y'know, you really gotta stop beating people for making fun of you, my parents already don't like you--" you say to him after another brawl as you bandage up his scaped knuckles.

"Is it because I keep using up your bandages?" He smirks, with a cocky tilt of his head.

You roll our eyes, not giving him the triumph of seeing how his eyes on you flusters you to your very core. "Maybe." Then you sigh, "you really shouldn't let those comments get to you. Your teeth are sexy, like a vampire--"

"Vampires are blood sucking parasites," he deadpans.

You grin at him, "hey, now. Don't act like you didn't have a vampire obsession, *Edward*."

His eyes widen, and pink dusts across his cheeks, "you swore you wouldn't mention that anymore!"

You can't help it; giggling, you stand between his legs that hang off the counter in your bathroom and hug him. "Your teeth are amazing, Keisuke. You have no idea how much I want you to turn me into a vampire."

At that, the heat radiating off Baji's face nearly melts your own. "I-- You, what?"

Your stomach swoops, you love flustering him like this, so you smirk up at him, "I want you to mark me, Kei. Leave a bite mark right on my neck."

His adam's apple bobs nervously as his shaky eyes follow the line of your jaw, to the delicious swoop of your neck. Wow, a bruise right on your skin would be so pretty.

"What d'ya say, Keisuke Baji?" You practically nuzzle his nose, "wanna bite me?"

#ruurites˚ʚɞ˚‧｡ #keisuke baji #baji x black!reader #baji x reader #baji x black!yn #baji x you #tokyo revengers baji #baji headcanons #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x black!reader #tokyo revengers x you #anime x reader #tr baji #tr x reader

[lambiewrites]

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Camping w/ Saw Characters

Characters included: John Kramer, Amanda Young, Mark Hoffman, Lawrence Gordon, Adam Stanheight. Plus, me and Y/N (because I said so)

Warnings: none, except mentions of smoking, getting hurt?? Idk

Notes: Reader is gender neutral and everything is platonic. Even our relationships with each character (unless otherwise stated in other fics I may write)

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John Kramer: I personally feel like John really enjoys the outdoors and seeing as though we see him chilling on a park bench, sketching his traps 24/7, I feel like he’d really enjoy it. Loves the peacefulness except when everyone (Amanda and Mark) are fighting. Definitely fishing at 7am. Struggling because he may or may not have to sleep on the ground. We definitely bought peepaw as many blankets and sleeping bags as possible. He gets cold so easily, bless his heart. Wants to enjoy the hiking trails but, can’t because he’s either in his wheelchair at this point or it’s just a struggle for him in general. (Mad at me because I complained about my knee the entire time even though I’m perfectly fine.) definitely giving Y/N a lesson on the outdoors.

Lawerence Gordon: Didn’t really want to come but he was sorta forced to. Definitely the group’s medic. Lecturing everyone on where they should and shouldn’t step. Pissed because Adam keeps smoking even in the non smoking areas like the woods where there’s been really bad wildfires. Adam does not care though. Dr.Gordon helped pitch everyone’s tent and tried to tell me and Y/N how we could easily pitch our tents but we didn’t listen. He actively carries the first aid kit literally everywhere. This man also had to pull me out of the fishing creek because I slipped on some rocks and nearly fell in. (He and Adam are sharing a tent shhhh ❤️)

Amanda Young: A little less than thrilled to be here. It’s cold and wet. Plus she had better things to do. Constantly at John’s side making sure he’s not too cold and that he’s enjoying himself. Pitched her own tent and probably is sleeping in it by herself unless Y/N wants to share it. Stays up all night worrying about peepaw and maybe other campers (or bears) Definitely one to tell the darkest, scariest, goriest story at the campfire. Is she fighting with Mark the entire time? Oh yeah probably. Is she yelling at me the entire time? Yes. Is Y/N telling her about their nature knowledge (if that’s your hyperfixations) Yes. Amanda definitely wants to go home but she’s sticking it out for peepaw.

Mark Hoffman: (My favorite camping headcannon to write lmao) Complaining about pitching the tents because no one else can apparently. Honestly would rather die than be out here but, he’s making the most of it. Yes, we do have his ass grilling, why wouldn’t we? It’s his job now. Did we make him make the fire? We did actually. Watched me fall off the rocks and into the creek and did not care. Thought it was funny, wished I had drown. Y/N is the only one who he isn’t mad at (congratulations!). Yet. Secretly enjoys the camping but won’t say anything about it. Probably sleeping in a tent by himself. (Maybe Y/N is sharing it with him?) I have decided that this man physically cannot stand me and that’s okay.

Adam Stanheight: This man has been chain smoking since we got here. Obviously taking as many pictures as he physically can. OF EVERYTHING!!! Tried to help Lawerence set up the tent but got bored. Almost started a forest fire but felt instantly bad. Definitely got a lecture from it. Sits at the fire and makes s’mores. Watched me burn myself trying to roast marshmallows and laughed at me (I deserved it, trust me). Loves the outdoors actually and he’s thrilled to be there. Like a little squirrel running around with his camera ❤️😭✌🏻 Y/N is forcing him to take cute little selfies of them with trees and mountains. We’re hanging up the Polaroids all over the place. We’re gonna look so aesthetic, trust me xoxo

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Notes: This was quickly made and probably shitty but, just bare with me lol this is my first one and I love it. I think it’s funny. A lot of this was pulled from my actual camping trip at the beginning of the month. I hope y’all enjoyed and feel free to request stuff! I love you guys!

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#saw #saw franchise #saw memes #saw headcannons #kayla’s headcannons #saw community #john kramer #lawrence gordon #adam stanheight #mark hoffman #amanda young #y/n #x reader #jigsaw apprentices #jigsawintern #camping #ask #request

[allastoredeer]

Title: Holy Suffering

Rating: Teen and Up Audience

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel (Web Series)

Relationships: Alastor/Lucifer Magne, Charlie Magne/Vaggie

Characters: Alastor, Lucifer Magne, Vaggire, Angel Dust, Husk, Niffty

Additional Tags: Hurt Alastor, Protective Lucifer, Angst, Good Parent Lucifer, Good Significant Other Vaggie, Angel Dust Being Angel Dust, Humor, Sexual Tension, Major Character Injury, Hiding Medical Issues, Alastor is Bad at Feelings, Alastor the Roach King, Alastor Being a Jerk, Lucifer Magne Being a Jerk, Heavenly Power is Poisonous to Demons, Alastor Would Rather Die Than Show Vulnerability, No Beta We Die Like Adam

Summary:

It's the grand reopening of the hotels and things aren't going too bad. Lucifer's trying to be the best, supportive dad he can be for Charlie, but in a deserted hall, he gets a little sidetracked.

AKA

Alastor is bad at handling pain and Lucifer begrudgingly does something about it.

(Sequel to this fic: "De-Lovely")

#hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #the radio demon #lucifer magne #lucifer hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #radio demon #appleradio #fanfiction #writing

[besebee]

I was... Oddly disappointed by the last two episodes of Hazbin Hotel season one?

More under the cut. MASSIVE SPOILER WARNING.

Why is Vaggie of all characters saying that she didn't know they could get hurt / die? Lute literally gouged out her eye and cut off her wings. As a matter of fact, Lute, Adam, Vaggie, and the Overlords all knew that angels could be hurt / killed because there was a dead angel from the last extermination. It's like major plot points were completely forgotten, and you're telling me no angel ever got hurt in training?

Vaggie just... Regrows her wings? Somehow? Because love?

Carmilla willingly gives angelic weapons, seemingly very controlled and rare to have, to countless random sinners which immediately makes them no longer rare or controlled. I feel that takes away a bit of the weight behind them. Also, how did she have so many? (That's less of an issue and more of a nitpick to be fair.)

During the whole preparation bit Charlie literally goes to a town of random ass sinners for help rather than contact her father, the literal King of Hell and supremely powerful being that she knows from the last time they spoke would do anything to protect her. As far as we know she doesn't even tell him about how her talk with Heaven went, or mention that they threatened her and her hotel specifically. Why not?

Razzle and Dazzle exist to protect Charlie and they don't transform until the middle of the fight. On top of that, Charlie wasn't even using all of her strength in a life or death battle and we were never given a reason for it so it makes it appear like they had to nerf her simply for the plot, immediately making the fight seem much lower stakes.

Razzle or Dazzle fucking dies and it's not mentioned. Or at the very least it appears like they do.

Vaggie spares Lute and I question why. She knows that they will kill her and her friends / lover so why would she spare her?

Alastor goes missing and no one mentions it or seems to care past a fleeting moment when Charlie realizes that Adam isn't being distracted anymore.

While Pentious getting basically blinked out existence was probably trying to be funny, it just seemed out of place? I understand it's a comedy but it seemed like a serious, weighty, emotional moment and it took all of that away, at least for me, for a cheap joke.

Lucifer spared Adam because Charlie asked him to. Again, why? Like I know Charlie is idealistic but she went into that fight knowing they were going to kill angels, so why would she spare the jackass ringleader dead set on killing her and her friends?

Adam died to Nifty. I don't... I don't know. The buildup seemed so much more than that, but it was just another joke.

The fact that the most genuine emotion in the whole episode came from Lute when Adam died and he gave her a sort of smile before passing away. Genuinely loved that but the fact that I cared more about Adam dying than Sir Pentious (fyi I love Sir Pentious and was rooting for Adam to die) just shows that the other emotion heavy scenes were not handled well and that's a damn shame.

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I liked Charlie's weapon, I thought it was very fitting.

Alright so the good. Um, I liked when Lucifer came to the fight and the banter between him and Adam as he basically danced circles around him.

Alastor's fight with Adam was well done.

I like that Pentious ascended to Heaven and we didn't lose him entirely and I am very interested to know what that means for the rest of the series.

Alastor freaking the fuck out over the fact that he nearly died was golden honestly. Some people are seeing his rant where he says that "Alastor Altruistic died for his friends" (or something similar) as evidence that he views those in the hotel as his friends but I don't think that's the case. I believe he was speaking from the point of view of an outsider looking in and what they would see his death as, and that disgusted him because he thinks it would make him look weak and that's not what really happened. I completely believe he's reaching the end of his rope when it comes to following the order of whoever is pulling on his leash and that was the most honest insight into his character we've seen yet. I truly enjoyed that.

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I dunno maybe I'm just reading too much into the series or thinking it's going for a different tone then what it's actually going for, and I really wanted to like these last episodes, but they just didn't do it for me. I'm still really looking forward to next season though, and I hope it'll be great!

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel spoilers #hazbin hotel critical

[postersofleon]

Consequences of the Insects

one, two,

To keep insects in order, humans can kill them so they won't cause a plague, but she refused to be one. All she wanted was to be with Ada. However, a puppy ruined an already unsteady relationship of morality, and it was Ada's fault for not keeping that dog in order.

pairing: leon kennedy x fem!reader and ada wong x fem!reader

notes: this is long story. apologies for that. leon doesn't appear here. mentions of blood and flesh. young ada with a different name. reader is afab with she/her pronouns and with [_] as y/n. um, please tell me if it's good or bad. i have no one to actually tell me because i am my own beta reader :p. re2 remake

A large yet crowded room of many small children, their voices were heard over the classical piano music. Mountain and mountains of children were sitting on the ground, benches or just leaning against the wall keeping an eye out. One of children sitting on the ground was a young child named Linda yet it didn't mean the girl was away from her pride. Linda had all her energy keeping an eye on the world around her.

The smell of raw flesh made Linda wince, her brown eyes darted down at her ripped up socks were all the blood was oozing out. Linda's skin felt completely raw to the touch, a sharp exhaled escaped her lips; it was painful. Completely, utterly painful to feel her skin rot from her home. Her cheeks were red, more exhales and painful noises escaped as she pulled down the socks. 

"Ew." 

Linda turned around and saw a girl around her age. "Ew?" She repeated. Linda was baffled that this brat would say, "Ew." just because of the wounds. The young girl sat down beside Linda. She had different clothes than all the other people, a red dress and black shiny shoes. 

She nodded her head, "Yeah, how did it get so bad?" She crossed her legs, "I have never seen skin rot from a person who is alive." The girl said. Linda fought the urge to roll her eyes, this was quite pathetic; Linda wasn't the fan of someone feeling pity for her, but something caught her eye. The girl stopped one of the couple of adults walk around, "Help her." The girl commanded.

"Yes." The man hurried off leaving the two girls alone. Linda's brows were slightly lifted from her face, "Um-" What can she say about this situation? But once again the girl surprised her as she ripped up the dress, "This will hurt." She grabbed Linda's foot and scrapped away the skin away. Linda whined loudly, "Stop it. Stop it!" Her other leg was kicking wildly as she cleaned her up. 

"You brat..." Linda hissed loudly, "I'm not your toy." 

The girl pouted, "I know, but doesn't hurt enough to want it to be cleaned?" She continued to clean it away until the man reappeared again, he gently pulled the girl in red away as he injected Linda with something. "It's an antibiotics." He said firmly. The girl clung to the man, "Her skin was rotting away." She explained to him. "It wasn't rotting." He explained to them. Linda looked at the guy and the girl for a second, she noticed how the guy had a pin of an insect and the girl had a pin of a bird.

"What are those pins?" Linda asked softly. Her eyes didn't move away from those things, they were placed like badges; as if they served a purpose. The man didn't answer and the young girl didn't either. "May I carry you?" The man asked, "We'll take you to the nurses." He muttered softly. Linda shook her head, "No," She seemed adamant to not go, "I rather die."

"C'mon, the Ladybugs are nice." The girl said trying to convince Linda. She slowly held her hand and squeezed it tightly, "It's better than being here. It's all full." She whispered softly. Linda forced herself to look up at them, she was so utterly tired of fighting and biting everyone. Her brown eyes looked away, "Fine." The man careful lifted Linda into his arms, the girl began to follow them to the next room. 

"I'm [_]," The young girl said, "I'm seven years old, and you?" Linda stared down at the girl who had the biggest brightest eyes, "I'm Linda. I'm eight." [_] smiled, "A year older than me!" The man exhaled a small smile as they continued to walk the longest hallway Linda had ever seen. Linda's eyes search around the walls, it had paintings of nature landscapes, but it's paintings were the details of the places. Like squirrels, bugs, the legs of a possible deer or elk. The classical music was still heard through the speakers of the hallways, a soft humming came from the girl in the red dress. Despite how warm and comforting the place looked with its brown and dark reds. It felt cold. 

All that long walking led to the trio in front of a door with a Ladybug emblem in the center of the door. [_] helped open the door. Inside of this room looked like a hospital from the TV, nurses and doctors were there with embroidery of Ladybugs on their scrubs. The man gently put Linda into a bed that was covered with paper, [_] sat beside her. Her legs moved up and down, "So, how did you come here?" She asked Linda.

Linda tilted her head, her eyes narrowed a bit, "Huh?" The tapping of [_]'s black shoes against the metal of the hospital bed made a soft thump, Ada hated the repeated noise so much, but she was more focused on how she asked her how she can here. "My parents sold me." [_] looked confused as much as Linda felt, "Ah, that's sad."

Linda and [_] both looked away. Slowly, [_]'s hand gently touched Linda's hand and squeezed it tightly. "I'll be your friend." It was a strange conclusion to have after being told that. The man returned back with a couple of nurses, some of the nurses caressed the top [_]'s head while the others were checking on Linda's wound.

The smell of raw flesh, the iron blood that came out of her feet. "According to the paper work, she is a AB blood type so maybe fix that up for her lack of blood." "The girl doesn't look pale or weak. She'll be fine." The nurses said without even caring what Linda even heard. Though, Linda turned to see [_] whom had a small smile, "They help a lot. Especially when you have tummy aches." 

"You are a baby." Linda pointed out. With the way she looked, she was probably spoiled all her life which was completely different from Linda's bloody feet and [_]'s black shoes. 

"I'm seven. I'm not a baby." [_] exclaimed proudly. Linda giggled softly. The two girls held their hands tightly against each others. How long has it been since Linda had this life before this? A simple friend to hold their hand while they got a wound. Linda didn't want to overthink it. 

They wrapped Linda's feet with medical wrap. All they wrapped it around til her ankle, Linda felt uncomfortable from the tightness around her feet, "Will she able to walk?" The man asked the nurses. The nurse nodded his head, "Yeah, fortunately the wound could be easily fixed." 

The man tapped his foot on the ground, "Mhm, fine." He glanced at the two girls who were playing completely attention to him. "So, what had the Humans said. Train for all or-" 

"I don't know," The nurse admitted, "Maybe the Wasps have an answer because they usually deal with the children."

Linda looked over at [_], "What's with bug talk?" She asked her.

"Oh, here people are separated into bugs," [_] explained swiftly, "Almost everyone are insects but the Spiders and the Scorpions." She grabbed her pin and showed it to Linda, "I'm a Raven." The man shook his head once [_] said that, "You are a Crow." He muttered kindly to her. But all of this left a huge question mark on Linda's mind.

When time passed, Linda finally understood the way this place worked whenever she liked it or not. She was given a work paper simplified completely for her which made Linda's stomach hurt. Now, she understood why [_] spoke about those aches, but the aches were different between them.

#resident evil #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #ada wong #ada wong x reader #resident evil x reader

[astranite]

Regrets

Scott, Virgil and John, Earth Sky and Stars, if you will, set after 'Tunnels of Time' S1 E10, the episode wherein Scott nearly punches the archeologist treasure hunting asshole dude. (I have rewatched The Scene so many times) (somewhere there is also a wonderful gifset of it)

Hurt/comfort, and a very fluffy ending ahead. Also featuring Scott's self esteem issues, but he does get hugs, multiple hugs. Also exploring the aftermath of Scott losing his temper on a mission and Virgil's worry and 'We'll deal with this later' and now it is Later, with John too because I love those three together. And some soft furnishings!Scott too of course.

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Scott whipped around at Virgil’s hand on his shoulder for the second time that day.

“What?” he snapped.

“You wanna tell me what happened back there, Scotty?” Virgil quested. 

There was no judgement, never was with Virgil, only deep brown eyes crinkled at the corners with concern. Worry, about him, not so much that he was going to lash out at any minute, but checking in to see if he was okay.

Scott huffed and turned away. He didn't deserve Virgil.

The phantom sensation of Virgil’s hands around his chest, on his side, holding him back, ghosted over him. If Virgil hadn't been there, Scott would’ve— 

The man would’ve been lucky if all he’d gotten away with was a bloody nose.

Scott swallowed and hugged his arms around his chest. 

The way he’d shaken Virgil off, if he hadn't stepped back from Scott, Scott would’ve elbowed his brother in the stomach too.

John chimed in on the comm room holo, and Scott was avoiding both his brothers’ eyes. 

“I saw it all on the video feed,” John stated, “I’d have wanted to do the same too.”

“But you wouldn’t’ve.” John was better than that, better than Scott.

John’s admission, even if Scott was adamant his brother would not act in the same way, made everything worse. He rubbed at his knuckles. 

So much for setting a good example for his younger brothers. Scott was exactly who they shouldn’t be. Mum’d be so disappointed. 

“But you didn't,” John countered.

Scott viciously shook his head. That didn't matter.

Virgil’s hand was back on his shoulder. A comforting squeeze, a tug to try to get him to turn around. Scott stuck fast.

In that moment, with his fist clenched, raised and ready to lunge, Scott had been all boiling rage and seething worry and he hadn't thought. He just reacted.

He regretted it. Not because he wasn't still angry at that man, but because he didn't want to be like this. If he was going to get violent, he would rather it be because it was the last possible option to prevent more people from getting hurt. Not because he threw punches at the slightest provocation.

When Virgil pulled him back, he’d left his hand on Scott’s side a second longer, not restraining him, just a reminder. Or maybe an attempt at reassurance. 

Scott had still thrown it back in his face. 

“What happened?” John asked, knowingly or unknowingly repeating Virgil’s earlier words. 

Still with no judgement. Guilt filled the pit of Scott’s stomach.

He’d been on a rescue. He shouldn’t have risen to the bait. Virgil had been angry, John too, but they’d focussed in on the mission. Where Scott, Scott had just lashed out. 

John continued, “You usually don’t—”

“I know. I know!” Scott burst out, “It’s just— he was going to leave them in there! He wanted to leave Gordon to die down there. Gordon could’ve—” Scott’s voice broke. 

Virgil pulled him into a hug. Scott flailed then froze, because he didn't want to hurt Virgil. He tried to push Virgil away carefully, not because he didn't— he always wanted his brother’s hugs, but Virgil should’ve been comforting Gordon instead. Not Scott with his temper causing problems once again. Which were all his own fault. Scott’s mind leapt back to the fact that he should’ve gone instead.

Virgil held him. An arm tucked firmly around his waist. A hand resting at the nape of his neck. 

Scott’s raised voice was muffled slightly by warm flannel, “For a second I thought—” That Gordon was… Scott couldn’t even say the words. “And he didn't even care! He didn't care about Gordon or Penelope or Parker or anyone’s lives!” 

Anger spilled out of him. Mixed with fear. 

Scott’s eyes stung, his chest was heaving. Eventually he slumped against Virgil. 

John was murmuring reassurances, cutting through the torrent of failure, failure, he could have, should’ve done better, why were his brothers even still here—

Scott had his father’s temper, but he wasn't so sure he admired that about dad anymore. Quick to anger turned too fast into hurting people. It didn't matter whether or not they deserved it, that wasn't who he wanted to be. And ultimately, no one deserved it. It wasn't about deserve.

International Rescue wasn't based around picking and choosing who got to be saved. And beating up that treasure hunting bastard wouldn't have helped him get to Gordon any faster. There were other ways to fight. They were about saving people. 

But he’d still—

John’s voice was cool and steady, washing over his own heated flare of anger turned towards himself. “You did what you could, Scott. Yes, being that close to punching that guy’s lights out was less than ideal, but you focussed back in on the rescue, in spite of that poor excuse of a human trying to give archaologists a bad name.” 

“But what if Virgil hadn’t been there to hold me back,” Scott said sadly. He had to make sure his brothers knew what they were dealing with, for their own sakes at least.

Virgil’s arms gently tightened around him, holding him up. John made a quiet noise in the back of his throat. 

Then an edge rose in John’s voice, always defending Scott, even from himself. “Where it counted, you did everything you could for the mission. Because of you and Virgil, Gordon, Penny and Parker all made it home safe. You are more than your mistakes, Scott, you deserve credit for the rest too.”

Scott just wanted to curl up in a ball because somehow his brothers weren’t mad at him, even though they should be. They weren’t and they understood him and supported him. Still.

Suddenly all the exhaustion from the rollercoaster of emotions and the rescue caught up to him. 

When he stumbled, Virgil guided him to the ground so he could sit cross legged on the floor, leaning heavily on Virgil. The comforting presence of John’s hologram continued to hover in front of them.

John and Virgil shared a look over his head but Scott was too tired to care what it meant. 

He was still in his sweaty flight suit because he’d skipped the showers to avoid running into Virgil or Gordon in the locker room. He’d justified to to himself as getting a head start on the monster of a report he needed to write.

“How’s Gordon doing?” he murmured. 

He hadn’t seen Gordon since the rescue. Managed to avoid the little brother who’d nearly been buried under thousand year old rubble, apart from the brief, crushing hug they’d shared before departing from the scene in their Thunderbirds.

“Gordon’s all good,” John answered, “He’s lucky, nothing but a few scrapes and bruises and he’s already back into a videogame tournament with Allie. Hear they’ve roped Kayo in too.”

“That’ll end well,” he muttered. The three of them were a match against any competition, and a danger to the walls against each other.

“I’ve got to go now,” John added, “See you soon.”

Scott nodded mutely, only processing about half of it as the hologram blinked out. He could really do with one of John’s hugs as well, right about now.

Virgil gripped both Scott’s shoulders. “Gordon’s okay Scott. He’s okay.”

Scott gulped, and repeated, “Gordy’s okay.”

Virgil gave him a gentle shake. “Now you’re off to shower, John’s coming down and I’m getting snacks to we can all hole up in the den.”

“John doesn't have to,” Scott protested.

“He wants to. You know him. You worried us both today, and he’s already on his way.”

Scott squeezed his eyes shut for a few seconds and nodded.

Getting up from the floor took a hand from Virgil and a few seconds resting against the wall. He winced at the sound his joints made.

Shower. Okay, he could do this.

Scott walked to his room, head down, staring at the wooden boards beneath his boots. Where he was tracking dust through the house, making more work for them.

Everything ended up in a pile on his bathroom floor, baldric, boots, suit. He’d tidy it up later. At least the tiles were warm under foot.

The hot water and steam washed away the rest of the dust from the day. 

No one was around to see when he slid down to sit on the floor of his shower, head in his hands, just letting the water rain down upon him.

Or if he buried his face in his fluffy, blue towel for an extra few minutes.

When he finally got out of the bathroom, he tugged on a t-shirt and sweat pants, then a flannel over the top that was obviously Virgil’s and too large around his shoulders but had somehow ended up on top of Scott’s laundry pile anyway. 

None of his siblings commented on it. Not even when he poked his head around Alan’s door to check on them. Because he needed to lay eyes on Gordon and ruffle the squid’s hair to hear him laugh and protest the action.

Gordon was okay. So Scott was okay.

He found John in the hallway outside the den, trailing his hand along the wall to stay upright against gravity as he made his way in. 

Scott picked up his pace towards John, really-here-in-the-flesh-and-blood John. He waited for a second until John held his arms out wide before wrapping his brother up in a long overdue hug. 

Scott’s breathing came shaky for a second as John returned it just as fiercely. 

They entered the den in a ridiculous three legged race, neither letting go of the other and settled on the sofa together, wordlessly sticking as close to each others sides as they could.

Virgil came in a few minutes later, carrying three dishes. Scott sat up a little straighter as he smelt the distinct aroma emanating from them. Apple pie. 

Scott bit his lip. Virgil hadn't needed to go to all the effort for him, even if it was only chucking a frozen pie in the oven.

“Before you say anything, Scott, it’s been a hard day,” Virgil stated firmly, “You get pie.” 

John and Scott shuffled over to make room for Virgil to join their tangled up cuddle pile, and hand out the dishes.

Scott saluted Virgil with his spoon, then dug in.

A large slice of sweet, crumbly pastry, and hot, delicious filling, with a scoop of icecream for cooling his mouth when Scott burnt his tongue on the first eager gulp. Perfect.

For a few minutes, all that could be heard from any of them were happy munching noises. Scott smiled between bites, tucking into his favourite comfort food was possibly just what he needed.

He even got the leftovers of John’s because John hated the texture of soggy pastry but preferred to eat his icecream melty and one usually led to the other. Scott had no such qualms, and hey, bonus pie.

Virgil flicked on the holo tv, and began to scroll through shows, inquiring as to which Scott wanted. 

Maybe it was silly, but piled on the couch between John and Virgil, Scott didn't care what movie they watched. As long as he had them both there, his brothers could sort it out amongst themselves.

He got to experience a front row seat to the playful squabble that ensued between his usually quietest brothers. Plus when they tried to tackle each other over art documentary versus space, Scott got to be happily squished in the middle. Even if he had to fend off a few elbows. 

Something was compromised on, running as soothing background noise. Scott threw his legs across Virgil’s lap before Virgil could get there first, his head resting on John’s shoulder, his brothers with their arms around each other behind him. 

Even after the day they’d had. All warm and alive and safe, the others just a few rooms over, John and Virgil both snuggled up together here with him.

Perfect.

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #scott tracy #virgil tracy #john tracy #astrawrite #soft furnishings!Scott #Scott gets pie #(hehe that is part of said fluffy ending) #*quickly edits because I forgot the read more squiggle*

[helpfandom]

Could i request some platonic yandere david headcanons with a camper reader? Ty!

@yanderefangirl

Gee Whillikers, He sure does love ya'!

With him, he must have a nice darling, [you] may be nice out of pity or out of the kindness of your heart, but he thinks it's the latter. Hopefully.

Be careful not to break this man's heart! He can't take too much!

Anyway, out of that realm now.

David is someone who could not bring himself to kill. David would rather die than hurt one of the campers, but it doesn't stop him from treating them rudely. [And by rudely, we mean that he wouldn't do as many activities the camper liked, such as he wouldn't make it mandatory for the campers like Max to show up at Preston's play, or something of the like.]

Gwen may notice this weird obsession with you, and how he babies you, but her worries are dispelled by the knowledge that David wouldn't do that. Right?

David [and any others observant enough] finds himself often giving you special treatment; going with what you suggest instead of what was planned, walking or otherwise sticking by you during activities, refusal to swap the channel [episode 8, season 4, After hours, for those wondering] from what you chose. And Max, being the little shit that he is, is quick to pick up on this and capitalize on it.

David and Max quickly find that it's an impasse between the two. David refuses to let you get roped in with the trio, and Max is adamant to use his obsession with you to get what he wants.

So, suddenly Max had to take a trip to the wood scouts.

It is unlike David to kidnap, however, he wouldn't mind if you got stuck, or lost, and missed the bus to go home and all of a sudden you have to stick with him until the bus arrives, but the bus won't arrive.

He's emotionally dependent on you, relying on your kindness to keep him afloat in this emotional world of his. Depending on the time, he may fall farthest into his obsession than ever, or he may be the lightest.

He wouldn't be afraid of becoming more confident in the terms of you, though. David would fight back if the Wood Scouts wanted to grab ahold of you, or even letting them just so that he could save you and have an excuse to hold you in the cabin instead of out with the other campers...

Although, he does realize that this is selfish of him, so it's a loop on whether or not he acts on that impulse of letting it happen, or if his sense of justice outweighs his sense of parental concern. If at the time where he knows that Jasper is dead, then he would act on it, letting it happen only to burst into the Wood Scouts and demand that you come back, his need to protect overpowering his urge of peace.

No matter what, you just have to get on the bus to go home. He would never follow you home! What's David doing at your school? Well, silly, he needs a job after the summer! Too bad he's your teacher.

#platonic x reader #platonic yandere #yandere x reader #tw yandere #x reader #yandere #platonic #headcanon #yandere camp camp #camp campbell #camp camp #cc david #david camp camp #cc gwen #yandere david #yandere david cc #gee whillikers was hard to spell for no reason #I hid a secret in the tags. <3 <-- there it is #david a little silly #don't worry though #he's harmless #Helpfandom's writing

[radiant-reid]

Can we have some HCs on what you think Spencer would be having his pregnant s/o on cases with the team?

DAD!SPENCE

he tells Hotch as soon as you know, it is the rules but he's so adamant about not putting you in danger

and he, of course, is very happy for you

the rest of the team probably doesn't know for a while

but they notice Spencer dotting on you more, getting you your one cup of coffee a day as well as any snacks you want, and making sure you're drinking enough water and comfortable

WILL force you to go back to the hotel to sleep

and will force vitamins down your throat every 24 hours, he's got a timer

but everyone brushes it off as him being whipped

he's so concerned when you go into take-down situations even though you're still allowed to do it early on and he doesn't try to convince you to not do that part of the job because he's a genius, and he knows that's not going to work

like he'd throw himself in front of a bullet for you any day, but now he's extra cautious and always watching you

and you're smarter than doing anything stupid because he would rather die than have you hurt

finally, you tell everyone, well, he does because he can't hold it in anymore, about to burst

and everyone is so happy !!

brags so much and takes out the sonograms to show them while pointing at the tiny blob and being like "that's my little baby"

he starts going to Hotch for advice since he's a dad

he rubs your feet when you're back in the hotel room after a long day on a case

and he always makes sure there's a comfy chair for you to sit in in the precincts

puts headphones over your bump so baby doesn't hear anything icky

even though you're not pleased about it, he's so relieved when you're no longer allowed to go on take-downs

he's the most protective person ever

and before he leaves for each one he'll be like "hey, it's okay, we'll get him" and then touch your bump and be like "I'll make sure the world is safe for you"

eventually, you have to stay with Penelope

he texts you every hour to make sure you're not in labor but in a nice way, not an overbearing way

and then texts Penelope if you don't reply

he memorizes airplane schedules from wherever he is so he knows the quickest way to get home if you go into labor

when he's back in DC, he takes all his paperwork home so he can spend as much time with you as possible and he does it all when you're asleep since you're literally always tired

#spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid fandom #spencer reid x you #spencer reid hc #spencer reid headcanon

[stories-and-chaos]

Some Hazbin Hotel head canons/theories that have been bouncing around my brain

Charlie is scared of fire/her own powers. She completely loses her composure in Masquerade and Dad Beat Dad. Given her magical girl transformation in the final battle, it seems like fire can’t hurt her, so why would she freak out the way she does? Because she’s panicking over what the fire does to everyone else. My headcanon is that when she was little, she got upset and lost control of her powers. That caused property damage and/or hurt someone else. Which would be terrifying for any kid. It may play into why she strives to be so upbeat. She knows what can happen when she loses her cool and it scares her.

Why Adam is in Heaven: he’s the baseline to qualify for entry. Not his current self, but how he was when he died. I’m guessing he wasn’t terrible before he died, just...a basic guy. As the first human soul in Heaven, he set the lowest bar. If you behaved equal to or better than he did in life, you get in too. Worse than that? To Hell with you. But millennia of having the status of First Man and First Soul in Heaven has just fed his ego and narcissism. When he dies at the end of the season, he would not qualify for Heaven, his behavior had deteriorated so much.

This is why Sir Pentious goes to Heaven. He died and his soul passed the bar. Related to that, he didn’t die to an angelic weapon, rather a light blast. Adam is the only one we see using that so it’s unlikely the rest of the exorcists share that power. They’d absolutely use it if they could; Lute would be lasering Sinners down just to get her kill count higher. But despite the millions of souls eliminated over the exterminations, no other demon has been redeemed. It seems likely that being killed by an angelic weapon prevents entry into Heaven. Evaporated by holy light doesn’t seem to stop a soul from being re-judged however.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin headcanons #hazbin charlie #hazbin adam #hazbin sir pentious #hazbin spoilers #charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel adam #headcanon

[j0ystix]

FEM BSD BRAINROT ITS CRAZY

Dazai found Akutagawa at a brothel. Akutagawa was a tayū at 14 (a relatively high rank courtesan) because many patrons were fond of Rashomon in the bedroom. However, Akutagawa hated it. She felt disgusted with herself. She was noted to have a violent temper like that of a dog and she shouts and injures the patrons. This will earn her a stern punishment by the owners who often threatened her using her brother’s safety. Akutagawa had signed up as a courtesan as she has no other choice—she needed to feed her younger brother. The brothel owner allowed Gin to stay at the brothel and do cleaning work IF akutagawa became a courtesan which she obliged. 14 year old Akutagawa adorned colourful fabrics and heavy makeup. She was forced to eat so that she wouldn’t be too skinny and unattractive.

Until one day, our 16 skk had a mission to even some ties with a man who was a patron of the brothel. After a much bloody fight, Dazai noticed Akutagawa and was immediately intrigued by her. The brothel owner wanted to thank skk as the aforementioned patron was a violent man who would hurt the courtesan. Chuuya received wine as compensation while Dazai, Dazai wanted to buy their Tayū.

The owner was shock that Dazai wanted Akutagawa. Only men with weird kinks in the bedroom was fond of Akutagawa, Dazai did not come off as that type of person. However lately, Akutagawa has been ramping up complains from patrons for her violence and disobedience. (She cut off someone’s manhood out of anger). The owner struck a deal with Dazai that if Dazai could take and handle Akutagawa and the black beast Rashomon, Dazai could have her for free. Oh was Dazai excited!

Gin was terrified that his sister was going to be taken away. He sobbed on Akutagawa’s lap and begged Akutagawa to not go with Dazai. Akutagawa was adamant to stay at the brothel to stay with her brother.

Dazai usually wears a perky schoolgirl style navy dress(she just looks like a schoolgirl before she was promoted to executive.) but this time, she was just recently promoted to executive. For the first time, she adorns a suit and a oversized black coat (like male Dazai) but she still has her kusarigama (a weapon fem Dazai utilised in the mafia, she’s incredibly skilled at it). Akutagawa wore a red and black kimono and golden jewellery on her head. Her makeup was heavier than usual. If she loses this fight against Dazai, she would have to leave the brothel and her brother behind. She couldn’t afford that!

When Dazai entered the room, she was ecstatic to see Akutagawa dressed in a grandiose manner. Akutagawa refused to speak to her and the two started dueling. (Fill in the fight scene yourself😭) Dazai was intelligent and managed to pin Akutagawa on the floor and choked her. Gin was banging the door, begging for the owners to open the door and allow him to help his sister. Just when Akutagawa was accepting her death, Dazai let go of her throat and caress her hair, the pins on Akutagawa’s hair tugged into her scalp, causing her to wince in the pain.

“I’ll get you out of here, you poor thing.After that, let’s take out these gaudy jewellery and thick fabric,” said Dazai softly as she wiped the red paint off the girl’s trembling lips.

Tears were brimming Akutagawa’s eyes. Dazai should’ve just killed her right there and then. She would rather die with honour then be taken away shamelessly, ultimately abandoning the only family she had left.

“Please,” Akutagawa managed to whisper, “Take my brother too.”

Dazai could catch a small figure at the side of her eyes. Now that she thought about, she did hear incessant sobs during the fight.

“After that,” Akutagawa continued, “Give me a reason to live,” she whispered breathlessly.

Akutagawa is attached to Dazai because Dazai gave her a reason to live and allowed her to live the horrendous brothel. From a young age, Akutagawa knew what it meant to be “good enough”. In the brothel, if you aren’t pretty you won’t catch customers, if you aren’t talented you won’t keep customers. Akutagawa has been evaluated her whole life! But in the mafia, Akutagawa genuinely wanted to be good enough and she found something that she was good at—murder.

Chuuya is particularly attached to Akutagawa because she recognised Akutagawa’s past at the brothel and felt pity for her. Dazai would constantly threaten Akutagawa to send her back to the brothel if she underperforms.

#bungou stray dogs #fem dazai #bsd genderswap #bungou stray dogs genderswap #fem soukoku #fem akutagawa #bsd genderbend #soukouku #port mafia

[cadiacore]

.｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ teddy bear | hunt athalar x fem!reader

a/n: I had this idea for a while and even though it's not as long as I thought it would be, it's still very cute to me. @estevnys here is a small blurb of what I think the angel would be like while tending to you during that time of the month.

warning(s): mention of pain, fluff, period talk, swearing, etc.

wc: 500+

Everything. Fucking. Hurts! You would rather die than have to deal with cramps from Hel. Hunt was still on a mission with Ruhn, and you didn’t know when he would be home. You need your angel teddy bear, but you refrain from calling him. 

Soft, comforting music sounded from your Bluetooth speakers. Its melody soothed your mind, and the heating pad barely touched your abdomen's stabbing sensation. A small whimper emerges as another wave of pain hits you. You were going to make yourself some food, but there’s too much pain to even function. 

Why did the gods give you this damn curse of being a female? 

Hours pass by, and the front door opens. You want to get up, but the pain prevents you from moving. “Sweetheart?” You could cry now that he’s home. 

“In here,” you croak out. A few seconds pass, and the bedroom door opens. You smile weakly at the angel. 

The bed dips from his weight as he sits beside you, “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

Another wave of pain hits you, and you whimper as you grab your stomach. That’s when it hits him.

Instantly he is up and changing into different clothes, then into bed with you. He gently pulls you into his side and kisses your head. You let out a sigh of contentment and snuggle closer to him. Both of you have a running joke about him being your space heater.

“How was the mission? Did you find anything?” 

He sighs and smoothes down your hair, “Yes, and all the evidence is at the Aux with Ruhn. It’s okay now.” You breathe a sigh of relief. The Asteri had information about the different worlds and neglected to share the information with the other leaders. Hunt had explained that he and Danaan had been planning that mission for a while, ever since the Autumn King mentioned the evidence. 

Everyone, even you, has been curious about parallel worlds. You look up and raise a brow, “You’re not gonna tell me anything, are you?” His answering smirk says everything. He can’t tell you a single thing until the all clear. 

Your stomach growls, and he looks down at you, “Have you not eaten yet?” You mentally cringe because you know he’s adamant about you eating three meals a day, which you haven’t done since he’s been gone. You’ve been in too much pain to eat, and it’s already midnight, so it’s too late to eat. 

“No, my pain has been too bad for me to eat. I can’t eat when I’m in pain.” You know him well enough that it won’t be a good enough excuse for not eating. He hums. He gently untangles himself from you and leaves the room. No doubt that he’s on his way to cook you up something. 

Ten minutes pass, and he still isn’t in bed with you. You’re not in a severe amount of pain right now, so you pad your way into the kitchen. Whatever he’s making smells delicious. You go to his side and rest your head on his arm as he stirs the contents in a pot. Then you realize what it is. It’s spaghetti, your favorite food. 

Anything related to pasta is your favorite, and he knows that fact. 

“You didn’t have to do this,” you say as the scent of the pasta enters your nose. 

“I know, but you’re hungry.” He kisses the top of your head and turns off the stovetop. “Do you want to sit on the couch and eat or eat in bed?” 

“Bed.”

#hunt athalar #crescent city #hunt x reader #cc1 #hunt cc #crescent city fics #crescent city fluff