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narcissistshandler · 7 months

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Can you write a yandere Sae x male reader smut where reader is flirty with others and makes Sae jealous and bratty? So then reader fucks the brattiness out of him.

𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝗢𝗡 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗣𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

✧ 𝖯𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖦 male reader x sae itoshi

✧ 𝖶𝖠𝖱𝖭𝖨𝖭𝖦𝖲 light yandere!sae, light violent thoughts (not between sae and the reader), brat!sae, amab!reader, dom!reader, sae calls the reader sir, public, fingering (sae receiving), spanking (sae receiving), some swearing and insults, jealous!reader&sae, voyuer, non-consensual voyeurism

✧ 𝖠/𝖭 nothing to say, just that this was supposed to be much, much shorter (I'll edit this later, so ignore any errors for now)

“'This is so high I can't reach it, can you help me?'” Sae's voice loaded with poisonous sarcasm filled the distance purposely placed between you two. His beautiful green eyes were darkened with a shadow that could alert anyone but you and his arms were crossed in front of his chest, confronting you, mocking you... demanding an explanation.

You held back a sigh as you reached out with one hand to grab Sae's arm and finally close the distance between you. Sae stepped back, avoiding the touch.

“She needed help and I helped, no big deal,” you explained for what felt like the twentieth time since it happened. Maybe it was.

“She was flirting with you,” Sae pressed, his anger an icy, sharp thing. “And you flirted back,” it was an accusation that if was intended to anger you, so it succeeded.

Your temple throbbed with the onset of a headache and you brought your hand back to press against the spot, genuinely trying to understand what part of your interaction with the unknown woman had been seen as 'flirting' by your boyfriend.

The poor woman, who looked barely younger than you, who was kind, gave you a toothy smile and who seemed to follow you down the supermarket aisles for a while before she worked up the courage to ask you for help, wasn't flirting with you by God. And you promptly helped her and then let her engage you in a suspiciously long conversation about how the woman was single and preparing a party to celebrate her new status, believing it would be too rude to cut her off.

Until the figure of Sae, who was completely ignored by the woman, despite standing right next to you, began to analyze the woman from top to bottom, in that way as if pondering how she would react if he put his hands around her neck or broke her fingers - fingers that she continued to touch your arm with - or how easy it would be to find out her address and then... That's when his eyes darkened and you finally ended that conversation.

It wasn't flirting, you thought. You were just being nice, trying to get to know the new neighborhood.

“Don't be childish, Sae,” you said, knowing it was the last thing that would make him calm down.

“Childish?” Sae repeated, his voice rising in tone, seeming not to remember that you two were standing in the middle of a supermarket aisle, or maybe he just didn't care. He wanted to embarrass you, you realized. “You shouldn't have even paid attention when she spoke to you!”

“That's not how the real world works.”

You continued, elbow resting against the shopping cart:

“I moved to the furthest house from the city that we found, don't think that just because I agreed now I'm also going to stop making friends or chatting around. You act like a spoiled child when he receives a new gift, just before breaking it.”

Sae's face turned to stone.

“I'd rather break you than let someone else have you,” he said, as if it were the most normal and passionate thing to admit.

This conversation wouldn't go anywhere, you knew, so instead of standing there and arguing with Sae, you sighed deeply and started pushing the cart. Even without turning back, you knew that Sae was following you, still keeping that pathetic distance between you. Sae's feelings towards you weren't normal, even though most of the time your relationship was as normal as any other. But you saw his darkness, you discovered that all the accidental encounters you had with him and all the familiarities between your and his tastes and hobbies had been faked and yet, you chose to stay.

“You can't just end the conversation at will,” Sae said, without even coming into your line of sight, still stuck on the previous topic. He was angry, so you should be angry too, that's how his reasoning worked. “You know I hate it when you turn your back on me.”

That's it. You snapped.

The cart slid on its wheels a few inches as you let go in favor of turning to face Sae. There, in his eyes, was defiance. And when your hand grabbed the back of his neck, nails digging into the skin beneath the curls of his hair, you saw something else stir there, fear.

“Shut your mouth up,” it was an order.

“What else would you do if I wasn't there? You already let her touch you and rub against you, what was the next step? Fuck her right there in the middle of the market while I was at home or participating in a match?” He stirred faced with the sudden order. Sae was like a wild animal, trying to shift your grip while making the accusation, testing your dominance, testing how far he could go, how hard he could bite you. “You're no better than a whore who can't keep the dick in the pants-”

The anger was heavy and immediate, falling like a stone into your stomach.

“Shut. Up.”

That shut Sae up, but you knew it wasn't enough, that in a few minutes, hours or even a few days later he would bring up the subject again. He needed to be put in his place.

With a firm hand grabbing the back of his head, your other hand fell to Sae's belt, but then, seeing the look of panic that filled his face, a thought crossed your mind and you pulled your hand away. Sae, however, didn't have time to relax before the order came:

“Unbutton your pants.”

“We are in public,” he said, the voice that had once been so loud and commanding now quiet. You both knew how famous Sae was and that even in this small town someone could recognize him. That would end his career.

“I gave you an order, didn't I?”

Sae's hands went down to his pants, the green eyes searching around the empty aisle as his trembling fingers released the button and lowered the zipper. Despite the fear and anxiety on his pretty face, it didn't take a command for him to fit his thumbs into the band of the pants and push them down, as well as his underwear. Obedience under the anxiety and embarrassment, the anger still there even when he asked please. Sae knew how to move his pieces, but you knew how to move him.

Standing in the middle of a supermarket aisle, with his lower body naked, his softening penis hanging between his long, slender legs, Sae was embarrassed. The same embarrassment he wanted to make you feel when he started an argument with you and told you all those poisonous and sharp things.

“[n-name],” he muttered, eyes still roaming around. “Let's go home... ple-please.”

You ignored his whining, that just sounded anxious, not genuine. “Turn around. The faster you comply the faster you can put your pants on and stop someone from seeing your naked ass.”

Sae looked once more for invading looks before obeying. He pressed his hands against the shelf in front of him, his small, round ass facing you.

Your hand fell to one of his pale cheeks. The sound of the slap echoed around. Sae seemed to bite back a grunt.

“I don't need to tell you how bad you were, do I? You know that.” A second slap, in the same place where the previous one had landed. “You chose to irritate me, you chose to insinuate that I would cheat on you with the first person who appear in front of me.” Slap. Slap. Slap. A hard and fast sequence of your hand connecting with his soft ass cheek. “Do you think I'm afraid of you?” you inquired, your tone full of mockery, treating Sae exactly as he was: a spoiled brat.

No response other than grunts and bitten moans came, the hyperawareness of being in public seeming for the first time to do the magic of preventing him from trying to answer you. Sae's slender body seemed to try to run away from the hits, pulling away from your hand, but he didn't get very far between your body and the supermarket shelf. The shirt pooled around his waist, the dark color contrasting with the pink that bloomed on Sae's pale ass.

Your hand rubbed the soft flesh, feeling the skin burn beneath yours. Your fingers dug into his ass, without care or gentleness. And when you squeezed harder, you could see the place between those round, firm cheeks glisten with moisture.

Your laughter sounded like bells under the noise of footsteps, wheels and movement of the supermarket. “Is that why you're all angry and upset and talking to me like that? Because you want to be fucked?”

Sae's ears burned. “Don't treat me like a-” He was interrupted by your index finger pressing against his soft, lubricated hole, previously prepared for you before left the house that afternoon.

“Like what? A whore?” You punctuated the mocking question with your finger plunging inside him hard. “You better lower your tone if you don't want anyone to see us.”

His hole was already relaxed, opening easily to the intrusion, the walls wet and tense just from the current situation. You pulled your finger back and pressed two in, stretching them inside him. Sae made a small whimpering sound in response, his pink cock now hard between his legs, dripping pre-cum onto his own pants, like the pathetic little thing he was.

Sae was muttering something under his breath, a jumble of words and phrases, among which you could make out a 'who do you think you are', but which shortly afterwards turned into a 's-sir... please' when your fingers curled inside him and rubbed against his prostate, eliciting a twitch in his cock.

Your own cock was hard between your legs, pulsing and demanding release, but you knew this wasn't the time or the place, it was pure luck that so far no one had walked in this aisle, and that there was no security camera nearby. Deep down you wished someone would see him, and recognize the famous player now being fingered in public like a cheap whore. And that selfish desire flared up when a small, shocked sound reached your ears.

A third finger sank inside Sae as you recognized the woman Sae accused of hitting on you standing right there at the entrance to the aisle, shocked eyes darting from you to Sae, still completely oblivious to the new spectator as he struggled to be silent while your fingers fucked him the way he loved: hard and deep.

“We have company,” you warned Sae. It took a whole few seconds for him to understand your words and move his face, trying to understand what you were talking about. As soon as his eyes met the woman's, his hole suddenly became tense and tight around your fingers.

“This little pig,” he muttered under his slightly panting breath. There was no shame in any inch of him though - shoulders still high, lips pursed, body still willing under your touch -, it was something different, it was pride. A phantom feeling of being better than most people, but especially better than that unknown woman who had tried to hit on you.

The woman didn't move, feet still on the floor, eyes going from Sae to you, then back to Sae. She seemed to be finally putting the pieces together, regretting offering you her phone number right in front of your boyfriend. But there was also desire beneath it all. She looked at Sae like most people did, as if she was mesmerized by his beauty.

Sae however was jealous and possessive and all he saw there was her wishing she was in his place; have your fingers inside her. “I-I want you to make me cum, sir,” Sae asked, sweet and obedient when faced with a 'rival' and dark and petty at the same time. “So she knows she can't have you. You are mine. You can only touch me this way.”

He was a spoiled brat. But his words made your dick get even harder and you pressed your hips against his ass so he could feel your hardness, to let him know that only he made you hard and hot like that. You thrust your fingers with recovered strength and speed into and out of him, eliciting the most beautiful moans and sighs from Sae's mouth, calling him 'mine', 'good boy' and 'pretty whore' while rubbing your digits against the sweet walls, attacking his prostate.

The display of passion and eroticism could have lasted minutes or hours, until Sae's legs contracted and his hole tightened, erratic hips rocking back against your fingers and when you pressed your pinky against the wet, supple rim, Sae came. Clear liquid splashed from the pink head of his cock, hitting his pants, which had fallen to his ankles, and the supermarket floor. The wetness of the lube covering his hole as if Sae had produced lube on his own, just for you.

Sae's eyes, however, were not on the spectator when he came and neither were yours. You only had eyes for Sae, especially when you saw him feeling pleasure. And Sae only had eyes for you.

Just as the tremors of orgasm shook Sae's legs, however, and his hole began to convulse around your fingers, you leaned in to place a kiss on the side of his neck, feeling the salt of his sweat and the bitter of the perfume - your eyes went briefly to the woman standing a little distance, who faced with reality blushed and ran away, but not before you saw wetness dripping from beneath her skirt.

“I think she had a little too much fun with our show,” you said to Sae, fingers moving in and out of him again with delicious slowness. “But she can't have you.”

“Ah- she can't have you too,” Sae said back, almost daring you to say otherwise, the wobbly legs forcing him to lean on the shelf.

Maybe that was why Sae never scared you, you were starting to understand. You were a lot like him in some ways. You rubbed his ass where the impact of the slaps had already softened from red to light pink to match his cute hole.

“No. She can not.”

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tkpuke · 3 months

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Best Mistake

Pairing - Alastor x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4,015

In which you’re a new member in the Hazbin Hotel trying to redeem yourself. Everyone has made you feel welcomed, you’ve warmed up to everyone, everyone except one. It is no secret that you do not trust him, and Alastor seems to take matters into his own hands and change that.

This is a tickle fic. Do not read if that’s not your thing.

It has only been a month, but you vividly remember how your first day went when entering the doors of Hazbin Hotel. Charlie immediately running up to you with such a tight suffocating hug, asking but almost demanding Angel he takes your bags into your room as she expresses her delight of having you stay.

Staying wasn’t your first option. The idea of a sinner redeeming themself enough to see the pearly white gates of Heaven greet them was almost laughable to you. When you first entered Hell, you thought that you finally reached the end. Made yourself at home and rot yourself away almost like how you did on earth.

One stroll in town is when you saw a commercial advertising Hazbin Hotel. You watched Charlie eagerly tell the purpose of the Hotel as she gives the viewers a thirty second tour, almost losing her breath as she tries to fit in as much information as possible before her timed commercial ends. You weren’t alone watching it, people gathering near you as they whisper to the person next to them their opinions. The majority of the reaction was chuckles here and doubts there. You, admittedly, also had your doubts.

Although, did you really believe you belonged down here? That this was your final ending?

Which brings you back to remembering your first day. Charlie had an iron grip on your hand from her excitement, pulling you to every room in the hotel and showing off its purposes and making sure to not leave any details out. Once an hour went by and she finally finished, she made you meet the staff and other guests individually.

You were a little intimidated by Vaggie, but could tell she will be very sweet once she warms up to you. Angel seemed like the guy that could make you crack out of your shy shell by spending five minutes with him. Husk didn’t say much, but you could tell he likes being here rather than anywhere else. Just don’t call him out on that. Niffty left you guessing if she is twelve or somewhere in her mid 20s, would not be surprised if older than that. Oh and also, her swiftness and pleasure for pain and torturing bugs kept you awake on your first few nights. Sir Pentious looks naturally suspicious, but he was actually very nice when greeting and you asked him a little about his egg minions.

“Aaaannd the last person I want to introduce you to is…!” Charlie sing song, bringing you down the halls in search for her last friend she has yet for you to meet. She opens a door, assuming to yourself that’s their room as she peeks her head in a little. You waited behind her, rubbing your neck a little as sudden goosebumps were felt. Charlie turned around after not having much luck finding him in there, but quickly gasped when she looked behind you.

“Alastor! There you are!”

You froze in place for a few seconds as the name fell upon your ears. Alastor. Alastor. You inhaled deeply, slowly turning around and almost having to crane your neck to make visible of the face smiling down at you, arms behind his back and small radio statics being played. Every hair on your body stood up, forgetting to blink when you two locked eyes for a good solid minute.

Count yourself as scared shitless.

You came back to reality, stepping back to keep a good distance between you two but went for a small tumble. “Woah, I got you!” Charlie giggled, catching you before you could fall. Unaware of the now fear written all over your body, she continues on by gesturing her hand towards the seven foot demon.

“Y/N, this is Alastor. Alastor, this is Y/N. Our new guest!”

He sticks his hand out towards you for a handshake, but all you could do was stare at his red claws that looks like he’s been sharpening them every five minutes. Alastor took your hand, knowing he would be standing there all day if he let you willingly shake it.

“Don’t leave me hanging, dear! It’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Y/N.” You knew awkward silences went by after that, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from his hand interlacing with yours. You just want to get the hell out of here and run far, far away from this hotel and never look back. You knew there would be regrets when you gave this hotel a chance.

Okay, this was actually your first time meeting Alastor, but his stories were no stranger to you. Recalling back when hearing those horrifying, blood-curdling screams being broadcasted on the radio for all to hear as if it was a fair warning, people begin telling you the man responsible behind all of it. You wished later on you’d never asked, The thought of The Radio Demon selecting you as his next victim crawling into your dreams which turned to nightmares. Of course, you know that chance is slim, but is never zero. Down in Hell, you just don’t know what the fuck kind of trouble you’ll find yourself in.

Now having a face to the name, he completely became a new wave of terrifying to you. The red claws you observed earlier sent a shiver down your spine. Those pointy yellow teeth that you swear on Lucifer he’s put to good use. Bonus points for his tall, lanky figure which practically makes him towering over you so easily.

What you did not expect, though, was his strange resemblance to a deer. The antlers and, also, are those ears? Funnily enough, it kind of made him less scary. Almost. Not really.

Ever since your first interaction with him, you weren’t dumb understanding that he right off the bat knows your lack in trust and feeling unsafe around him. You would often walk down the halls being paranoid that eyes were watching you intently, eyes belonging to Alastor but had no further proof it really was him.

At certain times, you were convinced the demon was toying with how you felt by saying things to you that definitely came off creepy, but could never accuse him of doing it purposefully when he smiles like there’s no tomorrow. He always looks at you harmlessly, but you’d be a fool to take that as a sign to let your guard down. Every conversation he picks up with you ends short on your end, pretending you have somewhere else to be.

That somewhere being away from him.

Everyone knew the relationship you stand with him. Some didn’t blame you, especially Vaggie. Others, like Charlie, tried her best to ease your worries.

“Alastor is a great friend, Y/N! Just give him a chance.” She would say to you on most days, but it was gonna take more than believing someone’s word for you.

So, bless her, Charlie decided to come up with a trust activity exercise.

“Charlie, I appreciate you trying but I don’t see how this will make a difference…” You say as she rounds everybody up, some sitting and some standing. Charlie waves a dismissive hand. “Not with that attitude it won’t!” Her confidence is quite admirable, something in which you lack greatly.

She went over the jist of the activity, it being pretty simple. Everyone gets a turn to stand on a table and fall backwards, trusting everyone behind them that they will catch you with no hesitation. It seems easy, but once you are up there doubts will for sure start flooding your mind.

It’s called trust fall. A game you remembered playing when you were in middle school, to test your friends on their trust. However, to put this test on a seven foot demon with a horrifying reputation that all of Hell is aware of? Yeah, you wish you could count yourself out of this one.

One by one, everyone went up on top of the table and fell into the arms of those whose duty was to catch them. Some fell as soon as they climbed on top without letting second thoughts get a chance to swoop in their mind, while others took a little bit of reassurance.

Once it was your turn, you did one last pleading look towards Charlie, but she gave you two thumbs up and gestured for you to go. Sighing, you made your way up and looked down at everyone having their arms up and ready. Your eyes looked over to the middle, there Alastor standing nice and tall with his signature grin. A grin you want to see drop at least once.

As you turned your back, you didn’t hear everyone scoot back and have Alastor the only one standing near the table, in range of catching you easily. You took a couple of seconds to yourself to ease your breathing, because you are embarrassingly afraid of heights, but then you let yourself fall.

Arms slide past under yours, fingers resting on your sides as your back hit against a chest. The first thing that clouded your mind was how it felt like only one person catch you, but the next thing on your mind was how you suddenly felt fingers dig a little in your sides, pulling a small squeal from you as you quickly turn around to view the culprit.

Alastor stared down at you, feigning cluelessness. He clapped his hands together, ignoring your confused yet questionable stare at him. “Now! That wasn’t so hard was it, darling?” Vaggie nodded slightly in agreement, while Charlie ran over and gave you a big hug and excitedly expressing how proud she was of you.

Yet, you are still stuck on the question what just happened right after you fell. Every time you look over at him, he just smiles your way innocently, making you second guess yourself on what you truly felt.

You weren’t crazy. You knew exactly what he did, and he damn well knows it too, but it still feels so unlikely to happen.

Ever since the trust activity happened, which has now been a full week, Alastor seems to be playing a one sided game with you. A game that leaves you frustrated yet confused on what he’s gaining from it.

You’ll find yourself reaching for an item placed high on a shelf. Alastor will come strolling along, offering to give you a helping hand, and in the midst of doing so you’ll feel a ticklish breeze near your ribs. Now, the breeze would feel so similarly like fingers dancing along your ribs, their intent to send a ticklish wave throughout your body. Hence you turning with a glare, but Alastor would simply ignore the face you’d be making and hand you the item you’ve been trying to reach.

Another time you felt the same breeze is when you ultimately made a bad decision thinking you could fit into a hoodie that definitely wasn’t your size. You saw it displayed in a store when you decided to take a walk downtown, immediately calling your name. It was so cute in your eyes, despite realizing it wasn’t your true size you usually get clothes in, you wanted to give it a try.

Now, you noticed it was a grand mistake and a waste of money when the tightness it held around your body was starting to get unbearable. What you weren’t expecting, though, was how it didn’t budge any further when you rolled it up and couldn’t get it over your head, blocking your eyes.

You didn’t know whether to feel blessed or cursed that Alastor was walking down the halls during that time. A blessing, because he saw your poor state and undoubtedly offered to help. A curse, because you felt that damn ticklish breeze along your ribs in the midst of him helping you out, a yelp of surprise leaving your lips.

“There we are!” He exclaimed heartily, tossing the hoodie to the side and watching you fix your ruffled up hair but also eyeing him skeptically. “What was that?” You asked, but it almost sounded like an accusation because you damn well knew what caused it.

“What was what, dear?” He beamed, raising an eyebrow with arms crossed behind. You stared for a couple of seconds, not knowing whether to sound like a lunatic explaining what’s been happening for the last couple of days whenever he’s around, or to let it slide once again. Unfortunately, you were already feeling exhausted and were in the middle of heading to bed, so you waved a dismissive hand.

“Nothing, nothing.”

It kept you on your toes. Always checking your surroundings when walking around outside of your room, it got Angel questioning to Vaggie if someone’s out to get you by how paranoid you look.

You knew how stupid you looked to others, because you haven’t talked about any of what’s happening to you with any of them. You thought they would either laugh and say your imagining things, which you weren’t guilty of also thinking the same, or they would confront the overlord himself. If anything, you were at your wits end. You were considering doing the latter yourself, because it really has you on edge.

And so, you did.

One thing that you like to spend your free time on is painting. Painting anything that’s in front of you or whatever idea you had in mind that day. It could also depend on your mood, and for this particular Tuesday afternoon you felt quite peaceful. Your hands were almost as dirty as your palette, sticking your tongue out a bit whenever you were focused and gently dragging the paintbrush across the paper.

Your peace filled mind abruptly vanished when ears picked up on a familiar humming and distant blue jazz playing on a radio. It didn’t take long for you to put the hum to a name, looking over your shoulder but he was already behind you.

You gasped, his sudden appearance startling you. Standing up a bit too fast caused your easel to tip slightly and send your paper flying down, but luckily Alastor caught it and brought it up high to fully view the painting in front of him.

“You never told me you paint, dearie! I’m certain this will turn out marvelous once you’re finished.” His eyes look up for a response, but you’re standing like it’s a predator vs prey fight. Nervousness written all over you, hands out to defend yourself.

“Don’t you dare.” You say, making him tilt his head and squint his eyes a little. “Don’t I dare what?” His smile tightens, but you swore up and down its a smirk laced with nothing but mischief behind it. He’s being a little shit acting oblivious, and he damn well knows it.

“You know what!” You raised your voice a little, trying to sound intimidating but if he keeps staring down at you like he’s about to pounce, you might shrink in fear. Alastor takes a step forward, and you take a step back.

“Oohh sweetheart, whatever do you mean?” He’s got you backed into a wall, which staggers your confidence. Nonetheless, you gulped away any indication you’re feeling quite rather terrified, as anyone else would, and stand a little taller. “Don’t act dumb, Alastor.” The radio demon hummed as if he was collecting any memory of what could possibly trouble you, which made your eye twitch.

“Ah! Do you mean this?” Bringing his hands forward, Alastor danced his fingers alongside your ribs, instantly having the same vibe as the breeze you’ve been feeling. You barely had any chance to react and defend yourself, immediately grabbing his wrists as tightly as you can to tear them away. It did absolutely nothing, by the way.

Being tickled by an overlord was not on your list of things that could happen down at your time in hell. If anyone were to tickle you at the hotel, Alastor wouldn’t even be one of your top three guesses. Him sending those ticklish breezes your way, knowing how easily it got you to squeal and feel embarrassed. Knowing how it kept you on your toes around him, but still not so sure of yourself if it really was him responsible for it. Knowing how easily it can get under your skin.

He tsked at your hands gripping onto his wrists, his tendrils making an appearance and snatching them away, making your entire torso fully vulnerable. However, he did not continue on with his attack and instead watched you struggle a little, chuckling under his breath.

“Why are yohou doing this?” You say, a nervous giggle tittering out because anyone would be a fool to think his onslaught ends there. Alastor traces his fingers alongside your neck up till it reaches under your chin, which tickles like hell.

“You’ve been far too tensed recently, and there should be none of that.” A calm tone in his voice, acting like he’s not about to bring you into a breathless mess. “And you think what you’ve been doing to me over the last couple of days was making me less tense?” You shot a glare, but it bounced right off of him.

Shrugging his shoulders, Alastor tiptoed his fingers on your tricep all the way down to right on the soft spot of your underarms, causing you to violently jolt. “I thought my little game was helping, with all your delightful short squeals you’ve been giving me. hmm, what does it sound like again?”

His fingers, more like claws, resting on your underarms started scratching, not disappointing him when you squealed just like he predicted. Alastor pressed his fingers in a little deeper, searching for a more boisterous laugh. Your true real laugh that you’ve been choking back lately because of how badly it made you feel insecure.

You did not fail him with his goal. You laughed a little harder and tugged on the restraints on your wrists a little harder, but wherever you move, his hands follow. “I must say Y/N, your laugh is like music to my ears. Shall we have everyone else listen?” He sways his radio stick closer to you, but you shake your head desperately.

“Nohoho! Plehehease!” It was a little humiliating, but you were already getting close to your limit. On earth, friends and family recognized how you were more ticklish than the average person. You were a regular victim to tickle fights with your close loved ones, always yelling truce within five minutes. In this situation, you were a little hesitant that begging would translate to him ‘continue’.

Yet, luck was on your side since Alastor took notice you were already having slight tears mirth your eyes. Regardless, he didn’t plan on doing this for very long from the get-go. The whole thing of him brushing his hands against your sides during the trust fall was a honest mistake, but when Alastor picks up on weaknesses that people have, he puts a pin on it and takes advantage of it later down the road for his own good use. Tickling was something Alastor learned was a common weakness for most people, but the other half people rather enjoyed the feeling and the bond it creates.

For you, he already found out it was the second preference. You will never in a million years admit to it, but this entire thing seemed kind of playful to you. The kind of playful you haven’t experienced in so long. Haven’t laughed genuine in so long, and have all your ticklish spots exploited when the reason behind it is for all in good fun. And oh, to be a teasy asshole. He’s doing great in that field.

“Such a sensitive being you are. Have you always known you were this ticklish?” To be honest, you kind of wished he would stop talking. You can’t explain it, but it made everything tickle ten times worse. He’s aware. Of course he is.

You felt his hands travel to every spot that can be ticklish, quickly catching on he was in search for that one spot that can make you go ballistics. “Alastor, wahahait..” you stopped struggling awhile ago, realizing it brought you no use. He yet again ignored your giggly pleas, fueling him to keep going. The more his hands traveled down almost near your hips, the more you start to get nervous and newfound energy kicking in to pull your body away from him.

He catches on.

His next movement happened so fast, you swear it all went down in a blink. The minute he latched onto your hips, you let out a snort, cheeks forming a tint of pink. The tendrils finally release your wrists, at the same time Alastor switched up the pace and drilled his thumbs in a motioning circle. Your legs didn’t stand a chance to support you up, immediately crashing down but he did not follow.

You laid there for a moment, greedily sucking in sweet air to the point you almost thought you saw Heaven itself. When you felt like you collected yourself, you slowly sat up and moved a couple of strands away from your face to view Alastor, looming over you with his widest grin yet in his books. “Bad spot?” He tilts his head down at you, and in response you huff and roll your eyes. He lends you his hand, looking at it hesitantly before taking it. “Come now, let’s get you on your feet.”

You brushed yourself off, finding your painting propped up neatly back on the easel. Alastor follows your eyes, coming to stand next to you. “If you add a pop of red into the sunset you’re creating, I’d say it would almost look like I’m viewing out from a window. What do you say?” Raising an eyebrow, you look up at him. “Do you know how to paint?”

Alastor beams. “Not at all.”

You chuckle at that, picking up the palette and switching to a new freshly blank paper. Picking up a second paintbrush, you handed it over to the demon. “Here, I’ll teach you.”

Teaching wasn’t your strong suit, or either Alastor was seriously terrible at painting. Either way, you guys shared a couple of laughs, listened to any stories he got reminded of along the way, gladly listening. The finished product was suppose to be anything his heart desires to paint of, and after examining it for a few seconds you felt the need to ask what the hell you were looking at. To him, it’s him and his mother enjoying a warm meal of jambalaya while sitting on their front porch. To you, it’s just a big blob of bright colors, but the more you squint the more you start to see his vision and let out a small smile.

The guilt of judging him way too harshly off the bat started to set in. You tried not to blame yourself too much, because if anyone heard the tales and myths you’ve been hearing about The Radio Demon, anyone would jump at the sight of him. Although, there’s one thing you always believed in people: Second Chances.

If everyone at the hotel did not see a problem with not only having him stay, but having him help out a tremendous amount to have Hazbin live up to its full potential, then that must mean they all put a lot of trust in the guy. Charlie specifically, and although people might say she’s naive, she’s not dumb. If putting full trust in Alastor was a mistake, she would’ve taken care of that a long time ago.

However, trust is a sensitive topic for you. Alastor has a long way of achieving that, but for now the time you’re spending with him is something you’ll smile to yourself later tonight.

Maybe The Hazbin Hotel has already started to redeem some qualities of yourself you thought you would never get to see.

#hazbin hotel tickle #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel tickle fic #ler!alastor #lee!reader #ler!alastor x lee!reader #alastor x reader #tickle fic #tickle post #tickle community #hazbin hotel fic #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel Alastor fic #AAAAA I FINALLY FINISHED IT #holy shit this was suppose to be done Friday but now I’m posting it on a Sunday night #ngl I took forever cause I hated some parts and kept rewriting #but now I think I like it and I hope u do too :D #I know yall mfs are hungry for ler!Alastor so eat up

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yumeka-sxf · 11 months

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Was not expecting such a major cliffhanger at the end of today's chapter!

What's interesting is that Twilight could have shot Yuri but he hesitates (note the "waver" sfx in the panel where he's holding his gun).

Another subtlety is that Twilight is the one lowering his gun on the next page.

And there was also only one "bang" in the next panel.

Then we get the scene with Yor, obviously foreshadowing this bad turn of events.

She seems to have forgiven Loid and is only upset with Yuri for suspecting him of cheating...obviously because she was never truly angry at him to begin with and only invented those "gripes" to seem normal.

The blood dripping in the final panel of the chapter is not from Yor's cut but from the previous scene of Twilight vs Yuri (it's a bit confusing since it immediately follows the panel of her looking at her cut, but you can see the pebbles on the ground, so it's not in the kitchen).

My guess is that Twilight is the one who got shot, for the reasons I pointed out before of him seeming to hesitate about shooting Yuri. It makes sense since he knows that Yor would be devastated if anything happened to him. And maybe, deep down, he's grown slightly fond of his wacky brother-in-law. On the other hand, Yuri doesn't know that Loid is Twilight...but if he did, would he hesitate too, for the same reason? Regardless, I doubt the wound will be fatal, but it looks bad enough to be something that Loid (or Yuri) won't be able to hide from Yor or anyone else. Some people are speculating that Twilight and Yuri will meet up back at the Forger house, and Loid will have to somehow hide his injury to keep Yuri from being suspicious. But we'll see! I don't want to theorize too deeply since the arc is still ongoing and anything could happen. Heck, someone else could have gotten involved off-panel and will turn out to be the one who actually got shot. So many possibilities!

But gosh, this arc is turning out to be exciting! I wasn't sure at first, but now I think there's a chance we will indeed get something major from it, like an identity reveal for Yuri and Twilight. Or Twilight could manage to get away without Yuri finding out that he's Loid. But we haven't even seen the real Wheeler yet, and I feel like the arc wouldn't end without him showing up, and probably interacting with Twilight.

Gah, this is really shaping up to be a long and possibly plot-altering arc! The two-week wait for the next chapter will be torture! But at least (per this latest illustration from Endo), Anya is having a nice time at the zoo.

I can already envision her shocked expressions when she reads Mama's, Papa's, and Uncle's minds later.

#spy x family #spy family #sxf #spyxfamily #loid forger #yor forger #sxf manga #sxf manga spoilers #sxf spoilers #yuri briar

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autisticrosewilson · 2 months

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Every year Kate holds her own Kane Family Events™️ on the same nights as Bruce has his, a cousin rivalry that's been going on as long as either of them can remember.

Dick occasionally joined the Kane's to spite Bruce the first few years, but eventually settled into his Richy Wayne persona.

Jason attended the first few Wayne galas, and immediately decided he wasn't fond of all the formality. He made a deal with Dick, he'll go to the Kane events and bring back leftovers if Dick does the same at Wayne events.

He ends up having a lot of fun! He's pretty much immediately hoisted over to the kid table, which would be more offensive if 18 year old Bette Kane weren't also there. Eventually someone else joins their little gossip duo, a blonde boy named Joey whose around Dick's age. Apparently his mom is Kate's aunt or something and she runs the New York branch of Kane Corp. He's pretty cool, Jason was a little surprised he couldn't talk but he knows ASL so it wasn't an issue and they have a lot in common!

Flash forward a few months later. There's a new Titan team, and Jason gets to visit them today. He's heard of them all at least, Wally, Kori, and Donna are regular fixtures at the manor, and he's met Roy a few times too. He's NOT expecting to see Cousin Joey lounging on the couch.

"-and this is Jericho, or Joey." Dick introduces, oblivious to Jason's inner turmoil.

"Nice to meet you." He says on autopilot. He opens his mouth to- to? He's not actually sure what he could say but he doesn't get the opportunity either way.

Joey waves back, curt and polite as would be expected of two perfect strangers. There's a secretive little smile quirking his lips, the one he gets after he drops a particularly juicy piece of gossip.

Jason's lips thin, keeping the questions trapped behind his teeth. He nods subtly, and the introductions move on.

It's only at the next gathering, with Bette off at the buffet, the two of them sequestered in the corner, that he makes a realization. "Oh my God auntie Addie is a meta!" He gasps, interrupting the conversation. He'd barely thought it through. He saw Adeline deeply engaged with the annual drinking contest out of the corner of his eye and it fell from his mouth before he could stop it. If Joey is a meta that was born with his powers, he had to get them from somewhere. He's not exactly surprised that Addie is a metahuman, he just hadn't realized.

Joey gives him a weird look, part amused and confused before he seems to follow Jason's train of thought. He shakes his head with a grin, signing father. Like that gives him any context.

Joey doesn't talk about his dad. Whoever he is has never shown up to one of these events as far as Jason could tell. His only clue is the last name Wilson, not one that Joey uses himself, but the one entered in the system at the tower.

He turns that information around in his head, utilizing all of those detective skills to piece the clues together before Joey interrupts him with a gentle nudge.

He's picking me up tonight if you want to meet him, Joey offers, a spark of mischief in his eyes that makes Jason suspicious.

Jason chokes on his own spit as he watches Deathstroke emerge from a Benz, dressed down in jeans and a T-shirt. The man gives Jason a look over, recognizes him, and then ignores him completely. Ushering Joey into the car talking about tickets to some events or other that may or may not be a mission.

#dc #jason todd #joey wilson #Dick Grayson #Bette Kane #slade wilson #Fic idea #blorbo posting #headcannons #This came from that one alternate universe where Adeline Kane is related to the bats or something #also y'know what do we know about her background other than last name Kane military family and she's rich #Slade isn't actually taking Joey on a mission he's just saying that because he doesn't know how to just spend time with his kids #Joey knows this and is nice enough to not call him out on it in front of Robin #I'm imagining that Jason comes back from the dead and rolls up to the Kane family event and they still make him sit at the kids table #so you have Joey Jason and Bette who are all grown as hell sitting at a short ass table because they're still the youngest ones there #aside from all the actual children that they're stuck sitting with of course #This is brought to you by me still having to sit at the kids table with my cousins even though we're all decidedly no longer kids

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pendragon-of-chaos · 10 months

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If requests are open can i request NNT Arthur and a vigilante (I believe is the word not sure) s/o who helps protect the town people secretly and maybe one night they randomly bump into each other on the way home and Arthur’s starts getting suspicious on what’s going on thank you and have a nice day!

I started this as a small scenario but it ended up being a little longer than the usual ones. I also thought I wouldn't be able to write something that pleased me, but I think it ended being better than what I thought. Hope you like it!

Small scenario: Arthur Pendragon with a fem!secret vigilante S/O:

"Have you heard the rumours about that one vigilante??? Who do you think they are? I wish I could talk to them some day, they seem soooo cool! Maybe I should be a vigilante too... Well, I am already a knight, but having a secret identity sounds fun too! What do you think??"

It was a sunny morning. Arthur and Y/N were enjoying a break eating some sweets, sitting on a table while talking about the latest news.

"I've heard about it. Seems like they are already quite popular within Camelot, aren't they?"

"Indeed! Specially within the knights. I've heard they are placing bets on who is the one behind that mask"

"Really? And who do they think is the responsible of all this?"

"There are different opinions, no one seems to agree with just one, so I can't really speak for them." Arthur shrugged his shoulders while taking one of the freshly baked buns on the table in front of him. "As for me, I don't agree with them either. I don't know, but my instinct says that the responsible isn't one of the knights... It's just a feeling". He took a bite and smiled at (Y/N) "If you ever have any clue you must tell me, ok?"

"Of course, I'll do my best to help you discover the secret identity of that vigilante, don't worry"

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"His instincts sure are good" - (Y/N) sighed deeply, looking at the dark streets from the top of a poorly illuminated roof, making sure no one could see her - "I'm careful enough to not leave behind any sort of information that could uncover me and he still reaches that conclusion; guess I'll need to be even more cautious just in case..."

She looked back to the streets for a couple minutes, until a suspicious acting shadow figure entered an alley in between some houses. It emerged from time to time, looking to both sides of the street, and hiding again; until a pair of drunk men made their way past the entrance

"What a good night huh?" - The shadow appeared behind them. It looked like a big strong man by his silhouette. Not that his strength mattered versus those two people which weren't even able to mantain their balance, even less when he pulled out of his coat a bright dagger - "Now, give me all you got in your pockets if you don't want to end up worse than you already are"

Overcome by panic, the two men leaned on each other trying to not fall down, clumsily looking for their pockets and throwing everything their hands touched in them

"Y-Yeah sir, just leave us alone damn it! We didn't do anything"

"Just make sure to shut your mouth about this. You went home with no money because you spent it all on drinking, right?" Laughing, the robber walked towards them in an intimidating way - "Get out of my sight, scumb-AGH"

He turned around quickly, hand in his nape, rubbing to ease the pain of the sudden hit which came out of nowhere. In front of him, another figure covered in black stood still

"Going for the easy targets I see. Such a shame that you wasted your time waiting for them to pass by, I've seen it all". A pair of hands appeared under the cloack, ready to take care of the criminal in front of them

He wasted no time and, knife in hand, lunged towards (Y/N), who didn't move an inch. She was ready to counter attack, until a few feet away from her he appeared, behind the criminal, in less than the blink of an eye.

"I got him!"

A familiar orange-haired boy stopped the attack by skillfully positioning his sword blade near the criminal's neck in one second, and then disarmed him in the next one, sheathing his sword and laying him on the ground

"Arthur! I can-!!!" (Y/N) shut her mouth while everything happened. If she talked more than neccesary Arthur would discover her. She was also impressed with his abilities. She had seen him training but never using his skills in a real situation. The king looked back at her, still restraining his hands behind his back

"We'll take him to the castle's dungeons for the night and tomorrow morning the knights will take care of him. I'll gladly accept yor help with this task"

(Y/N) nodded in afirmation, and with a simple hand movement a pair of handcuffs appeared on the criminal's wrists.

"Much better!" - Smiling, Arthur got up from him, helping him to stand up - "Now let's head to the castle"

He looked back to were (Y/N) was standing, inviting her to come with him, but there was nobody to be seen there.

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It was morning once again. (Y/N) was sitting at the table as she always does, having breakfast, when she heard the doors opening

"Hey hey, I've got something to tell you!"

Arthur took a sit next to her quickly, smiling excited to talk with her.

"Hmm? What is it Arthur?"

"I crossed paths yesterday night with the vigilante!"

"Oh really?" - (Y/N) put on her best confused face to not arouse any more suspicions - "How did you even manage to find them? What did exactly happen?"

"I went outside the kingdom yesterday, searching for some materials that Merlin asked me to find. It was more difficult than what I thought so I returned to Camelot late at night. While I was walking down the street I saw how a man tried to rob other two, and then the vigilante appeared to help them. But as a King I can't stand idly by when something like this happens, that's why I went to help them too! It was pretty easy, and I hoped I could talk to them after having the situation controlled, but they disappeared when I wasn't looking"

"Wow... I'm happy for you, but it sounds like in the end you didn't get to know who was behind the mask"

"I guess so, but at least now I have new clues. Listen, I think that the secret vigilante must be near our age judging by its appearance and movements, and they also know how to use magic. That reduces the number of potential people by a lot... Oh! And by their voice I think it might be a woman? But everything happened so fast, I'm not even sure. If I had a few more minutes I'm sure I could have gotten more information"

"Just a few seconds and he got all of that from me" (Y/N) thought to herself - "That's a lot considering you said everything happened fast"

"Right..." - Arthur looked directly at (Y/N) for a few seconds - "one more thing, didn't Merlin show you some time ago those magical spheres that makes you disappear if you use them?"

"...Are you insinuating that I am the vigilante?"

"Just a possibility, my instinct tells me you might know more than you tell me"

#nanatsu no taizai #arthur nnt #nnt arthur #nnt arthur x reader #arthur nnt x reader #seven deadly sins x reader #sevendeadlysins

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thesixthcavalier · 6 months

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I'm still on my Stray Gods kick so you get to suffer some more of my rambling. On playthrough number three now and I really am loving how all the character actions make complete sense when you know the full story. But not just that, everything isn't straight forward, so on your first playthrough you get the murder mystery vibes of not knowing who to really trust and being pulled in all directions. I suspected Athena right out the gate and throughout most of the game, but even though I was convinced she was behind Calliope's death, there was just enough suspicion to go around and make me doubtful at times. Pan is just on the right side of the line between charming and sleazy most of the time, but he bounces back and forth just a little to make you wonder. Apollo seems like a cool nice guy, but also deeply sad and regretful and it's easy to wonder if maybe he's part of this. Persephone is so angry, so full of rage and hate for so many reasons, did some of that get directed at Calliope?

And then once you know the full story, everyone's motives make so much sense and everything they do becomes so clear. Apollo does want to help but also is hiding things from you, because of how Prophecy works and what he fears will happen. He has good reasons to nudge you rather than tell you things outright but it still makes him seem suspicious until you know what he's doing. Pan is trying to help you because he feels guilty, but not only is it not in his nature to be straightforward, he doesn't have the full picture, and so he's trying to lead you along without casting the blame on himself, even though he feels responsible. Persephone is furious and hates you out the gate because she loved Calliope and sees you instantly as her murderer. And little things too! The fact that Apollo speaks up in your defense, you can tell on a second playthrough or later that he is speaking directly to Athena, not the Chorus as a whole, when he says he won't let her kill Grace. And the way she looks at him, on first glance it's just affronted and surprised but knowing what's behind that look makes it clear she's angry that he's screwing this up.

This game is just so good, so well written, and I'm going to keep being annoying about it for a while at least.

#stray gods: the roleplaying musical #stray gods #spoilers #stray gods spoilers #the story and characterizations in this game are so well thought out

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cataztrophi · 5 months

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TAZ November Celebration 14: Vampire AU

This @taznovembercelebration story was brought to you by my firm belief that Angus McDonald should be able to roast every adult in the TAZ universe at least once. My card for this one was "vampire AU," so I had some fun playing around in a deeply unserious vampire space.

Kravitz first noticed the boy watching his apartment in late autumn. He always showed up a little before sundown, so Kravitz wasn’t sure if he had just started this behavior or if he was just noticing it now that the sun set before he left for his shift at the bar. He was a strange little guy, always clean and well-dressed, with big round glasses that he was constantly pushing up his nose. He kept a journal with him that he was always scribbling in, though Kravitz couldn’t guess what he was writing.

His first clue to the boy’s intentions came in early December. He had just closed and locked the door to his apartment, giving the boy an awkward little nod as usual, when he saw an older woman striding purposefully towards him.

“Angus McDonald!” she exclaimed, strained worry in her voice. “What on Earth do you think you’re doing?”

Kravitz took this as his cue to be on his way. As he turned the corner he heard Angus hush the woman frantically.

“I’m investigating the vampires!” he hissed, probably a little louder than he intended. Kravitz laughed to himself on his way down the stairs. It was nice to know his gothic flair was being appreciated. It had been a while since someone had accused him of vampirism, though. Clearly the kid had a big imagination.

The next time he saw Angus, he decided to introduce himself, and maybe lay some of his fears to rest.

“Hey,” he began, “you’re Angus, right? I’m Kravitz.”

Angus eyed him suspiciously for a moment, then stuck out his hand. Kravitz took it, a little surprised by his grave professionalism as Angus shook his hand with a carefully-calculated amount of eye contact.

“Nice to meet you, sir.”

“Listen, Angus, I just wanted to let you know, while I might enjoy borrowing some vampire aesthetics, I’m not actually-”

“I’m ten years old, sir,” Angus said, with barely-concealed irritation. “I know what goths are.”

“I- oh.” Kravitz did not spend enough time with kids to know how to handle this.

“And you’re not the one I was talking about, sir. It’s them.” Angus inclined his head towards the apartment next to Kravitz’s with a wary expression on his face.

Kravitz frowned. “Them? Well, I haven’t seen them around much since they moved in, but it seems a little extreme to jump to conclusions like that.”

Angus shook his head. “But I’m not jumping to conclusions, sir. This is the result of months of careful reconnaissance. Let me review the evidence.” He flipped open his notebook. “First, they never come out during the day. I’ve tracked this very carefully since August and they have never left their apartment before sundown. They even moved in at night.”

Kravitz thought about it. That was unusual, and certainly explained why he didn’t hear them moving in. But still, vampires?

“Lots of people have jobs they go to overnight,” Kravitz offered. “Like me, for instance. Maybe they have jobs like that.”

Angus gave him a pitying look as though Kravitz had just tried to explain that two plus two equals six. “That may be true, but even people who work a night shift come out during the day sometimes. It’s unavoidable since our society is set up with the assumption that people are diurnal. People who mostly come out at night may be common enough, but people who only come out at night have a reason to avoid the day.”

“Okay, you may be right there, but vampires? It still seems like a bit of a leap.”

“I have more evidence, sir!”

“Of course you do.”

Angus flipped to another page in his notebook and scanned it for a moment. “When they moved in, they had two large boxes with them that were just over six feet long. By my estimation, these boxes were exactly the right dimensions for a pair of coffins or caskets. I also examined the floor outside their apartment that night and found traces of dark, sandy soil, which doesn’t match the soil in the complex. It’s my belief that this was grave dirt that fell from their coffins during the move. Furthermore, if you look up at their windows from the courtyard, it appears that they’ve covered them in black plastic or a similar light-blocking material.”

In the midst of this head-spinning rundown, Kravitz found the time to wonder how often Angus looked through apartment windows from the courtyard, and reminded himself to close the curtains during his next impromptu lip-syncing session.

“I have other tests I’d like to run,” Angus continued, “but they would require more direct contact with the subjects, and I’m understandably a bit wary.”

Kravitz stared down at him. “That’s certainly…something…. But what would you do even if you did find out they were vampires? Try to stake them?” He might have to warn his neighbors to be on the lookout for a kid running around with a wooden stake and a crucifix, although he figured Angus wasn’t likely to follow through on such a plan.

Angus shook his head emphatically. “No, sir! As far as I can tell, they don’t seem to be a danger to the community, and I think vampires, if they do exist, have just as much of a right to live as anybody.”

“So why bother investigating at all?”

“To get to the truth!” He said this like it was entirely obvious. “Besides, if vampires exist, think about the implications! We might be surrounded by all sorts of fantastical beings and phenomena that we just don’t know how to look for yet! Wouldn’t you like to know if that was the case?”

Kravitz had to hand it to him, the kid was convincing. “You know, Angus, I suppose I would. Tell you what. I’ll keep an eye out, and let you know if I see anything strange. Just try to stay out of trouble, okay?”

Angus extended a hand again and Kravitz shook it, bemused. “It’ll be a pleasure working with you, sir. Now if you’ll excuse me I have some cross-referencing to do.” He turned and started back towards his own apartment, leaving Kravitz feeling like he was somehow Angus’s sidekick now.

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Saturdays were some of the worst nights at the bar, and this one was no different. It was nearly four a.m. before Kravitz dragged himself back to his apartment building, and he couldn’t face the stairs to the fourth floor. Instead he waited for the elevator and slumped against the railing when it arrived. The doors were just sliding shut when he heard someone shout to hold the elevator. He lunged for them, just managing to get his hand between them before they closed completely.

The doors slid open, revealing one of the most beautiful people Kravitz had ever seen. He had long blond hair tied back in a thick braid and eyes sparkling with mischief and ringed with glittery silver eyeliner. He was wearing an incredibly fluffy-looking knitted sweater and holographic platform boots, plus at least three separate statement necklaces. His earrings were made of bubblegum pink plastic and shaped like deer skulls.

“Thanks, my man,” he said as he stepped into the elevator. “Cha’boy was not going to do those stairs tonight.” He grinned, revealing a gap between his front teeth, and Kravitz felt his face heat up instantly.

“No problem,” Kravitz managed to get out, having already turned off the part of his brain responsible for socializing when he left the bar. “What floor?”

“Fourth. Oh! You too, huh?”

Kravitz nodded. He didn’t think he’d seen the man before, but that was hardly surprising considering the hours he kept with work. He’d certainly like to see more of him, if at all possible.

“Fellow night owl?” he asked, hoping he could somehow turn the conversation in the direction of their respective activities, and then activities they could do together, and then a date and time they could plan for those activities.

The man smiled again, softer this time. “You could say that. I’m Taako.” He extended a hand heavily adorned with costume rings.

Kravitz took it with an answering smile. He was surprised to find that Taako’s hand was even colder than his own.

“You’re freezing,” he noted. “Are you alright?”

Taako wrinkled his nose. “Poor circulation. Maybe you could help with that, handsome.” He winked, and Kravitz felt his knees turn to jello.

“They say exercise can help,” he said, still feeling out the space a little.

“Ooh, I’d love to get your heart racing.” He looked Kravitz over, clearly taking his time, and it suddenly felt incredibly warm in the elevator.

“I think you already did,” Kravitz said, truthfully. Nothing wrong with his circulation, that was sure.

Taako laughed, sounding genuinely delighted, and Kravitz’s heart leapt. “I’m sure we could think of some other things that would work, too.”

The elevator dinged before Kravitz could reply, and they both stepped out onto the fourth floor.

“This one's mine,” Kravitz said ruefully, gesturing towards his door.

“What a coincidence. Looks like you’re right next door.” Taako took out a key ring that was more novelty keychains than actual keys and unlocked the door to Angus’s suspected vampire nest.

Kravitz couldn’t help but laugh. He couldn't imagine anyone who looked less like a vampire than this sunny, freckled blond, even if he was almost supernaturally pretty.

“Well, now that we've met I can report your vampire status back to my superiors,” he quipped, realizing the moment he said it that Taako didn't have any of the context needed to make that not sound insane. A moment after that, he realized that, in the absence of proper context, Taako had apparently assumed that he was saying something awful. Taako’s inviting smile disappeared so quickly it seemed like he'd flipped a switch, and his eyes grew dark and flat. Before Kravitz could explain, or apologize, or really think, Taako’s hand closed around his shirt collar and he was being pulled into Taako’s darkened apartment.

Unable to clearly reconstruct the sequence of events that led to this moment, Kravitz found himself pinned against the back of the door, with Taako pressing one hand over his mouth and the other on the center of his chest. It didn’t hurt, per se, but there was enough pressure behind it to indicate that it could hurt, if Taako felt like it. Kravitz was having a lot of mixed and quite frankly contradictory feelings about this turn of events.

“Listen.” Taako's voice was quiet and carefully measured. “I'm not going to hurt you.” Kravitz found this hard to believe. It would be just his luck if his hot new neighbor turned out to be a serial killer or something. “I know you're not just going to stake us, cause then you wouldn't have said anything. So tell me who you're working for, and what you know, and then we can talk about a deal.”

Taako’s eyes looked strangely reflective in the dim candlelight of his apartment, almost like a cat's eyes. And was Kravitz seeing things, or did his teeth look longer and sharper than before?

No fucking way. If Angus had been right Kravitz was going to throw himself into the sea.

“I'm going to uncover your mouth, okay?” Kravitz nodded, as much as he could with Taako’s hand pressed against his face. In other circumstances he would have been enjoying this. Honestly, part of him was enjoying this, which probably said something about his self-preservation instincts, or how long he'd been single, or both.

Taako pulled his hand back, leaving the one on his chest. “Who do you work for, and what do you know?”

Kravitz swallowed. His mouth was uncomfortably dry now. “I work for The Astral, it's a cocktail bar downtown. And I know… well, apparently a lot less than I thought I did. Speaking of which, I'd actually like to go back to something real quick?”

He began to put his hands up, but as soon as his muscles shifted Taako pushed against his chest a little harder in warning. “Are you telling me you are actually a vampire? And you think I'm… what? Some sort of vampire hunter?”

Taako’s eyes went wide. Then his shoulders slumped and he let go of Kravitz. “Son of a bitch. You didn't know shit, did you?”

Kravitz shrugged apologetically. “If it helps, I see how you would have gotten that impression.”

“Fuck!”

“Taako?” Another voice came from around the corner and a woman in a long red bathrobe who looked startlingly like Taako appeared. “Is everything-” She broke off when she saw Kravitz. “Who's this?”

“Kravitz,” he introduced himself, at the same time Taako said “Nobody.”

The woman crossed her arms. “Getting some contradictory messages here, gang.”

“I live next door,” Kravitz offered. Now that it didn’t seem like he was in immediate danger, he was taking comfort from the fact that everyone else seemed just as clueless about how to deal with this situation as he was. “I think we had kind of a misunderstanding, and well….”

The woman turned to Taako. “Does he know?”

Taako winced. “You know, Lup, funny story about that….”

Lup rolled her eyes. “You told him, didn't you?”

“I thought he already knew!”

“Taako, I swear, if we have to move again-”

“I'm not going to tell anyone, if it helps,” Kravitz said.

She rounded on him. “You’re not going to tell anyone that you’ve just discovered bloodthirsty monsters living in your apartment complex?”

Kravitz raised an eyebrow. “I think you’re making some unfair assumptions about me. I haven’t seen any evidence that you’ve been hurting people, and if you were just mindless killers I have a feeling I wouldn’t be talking right now.” Gods, he hoped he was right.

Taako and Lup exchanged a thoughtful glance. Finally Lup shrugged. “You deal with this, Koko. I’m gonna go take a bath.” She headed back towards the hallway before freezing suddenly. “In water, and maybe a bath bomb. Whoever invented the whole “bathing in blood” thing did not know how coagulation works.”

She walked off, leaving Taako and Kravitz staring at each other.

“Can I… ask you a question?” Kravitz asked hesitantly.

Taako shrugged and sat down on the arm of the faded, floral-patterned sofa behind him. “Ask away, my man.”

“Where do you get the blood?”

He laughed. “Volunteer system, baby!”

Kravitz stared at him. “Really.”

“Scout’s honor!”

“And that fits the demand? I mean, there’s enough people who’d let a vam-” He stopped himself. “Okay, yeah, saying it out loud it makes sense.”

“Welcome to 2023, my dude. Everybody’s horny for vampires.”

Kravitz was in no position to dispute this.

Taako perched, birdlike, on the arm of the sofa, that mischievous light back in his eyes. “Okay, Taako’s turn to ask a question.”

“Go ahead.”

Taako squinted at him, contemplating. “What do you get out of it? Not telling anyone, I mean.”

Kravitz’s heart skipped a beat. “Dinner?” he said, before he could talk himself out of it. There were some things you just had to do for the sake of your depressed teenage baby goth self.

Taako smirked at him and climbed down from the couch, walking towards him with a sort of feline grace that had him mesmerized. “Oh, I’d love to have you for dinner, handsome.”

He blinked. Was that a threat or a come-on? Should he be more concerned about this?

To be clear,” he added hurriedly, “this isn’t some sort of blackmail thing, where I go find Dr. Van Helsing if you won’t go out with me.” Taako laughed, and Kravitz couldn’t help but smile as well. He already loved the sound. “I’d just… I’d like to get to know you a little better. It doesn’t have to be dinner, either, if that’s an issue….”

“I don’t know, I was really looking forward to sucking you dry.” His smile was knife-sharp, and probably just as deadly, as he continued towards him.

Okay, that one had to be a come-on, right? Surely. Right? Whichever it was, Kravitz was beginning to wish he was still pinned against the wall, just to give his legs some much-needed support.

“I-”

Before he could ask for clarification Taako grabbed his face in both hands and kissed him, rough and eager, pressing him against the back of the door.

“When’s your next night off?” Taako asked when he pulled back, a little breathless. Wait, did vampires breathe? Shit. Focus up, Kravitz. He would have to ask about it later, though.

“Wednesday.” His voice was low and unsteady.

“Pick me up here at 7? You can take me dancing.”

Kravitz nodded, and a moment later he was back in the hallway. Still a little dazed, it took him longer than usual to unlock his door. One question kept circling back around in his mind, in the space between the drastic reshaping of his worldview and the agitated excitement for his upcoming date. What was he going to tell Angus?

#taz november celebration #taz balance #taako #lup #taz kravitz #taakitz #angus mcdonald #troph writes

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theweirderstuffblogdontlook · 1 year

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A short one shot fic about Bob’s disguise as Barbra.

Check it out under the readmore.

Alright, moment of truth. Time to see if all the practice and costume tweaking would pay off.

While the possession amulets were extremely handy for going out in public without anyone getting suspicious.

Since when Bob hid inside her, he was totally hidden from the world. And when she was hidden in Bob, so long as no one saw them switch, their association with each other would be similarly hidden.

It had been getting increasingly clear that this "only one of them existing at a time" thing was not without its own inconveniences.

In particular, feeding into Bobs cabin fever.

Cabin fever makes him want to go out more.

And going out more means more cannibal serial killing.

She doesn't have access to drugs or jail bars to hold him. Her capacity to protect people from him is painfully limited.

So she's been trying to get creative with the damage control.

So came the idea for Barbra.

And the disguise has been made, and the acting has been practiced. The backstory, hopefully memorized.

Now all that was left was a test run.

They parked the truck in front of a small, nowhere sort of bar. Place where there shouldn't be many people, generally a bit more rough and tumble group without super easy targets, and especially no kids that could get caught in the crossfire.

Though her mind and nerves were still buzzing with everything that could go wrong.

"Alright, tell me again the number one rule of this whole scheme."

Bob rolled his eyes from under his sunglasses, but was more amused at her stressing out than annoyed.

"Don't try huntin or hurtin people while playin Barbra."

"Right. If you act suspicious as Barbra, it puts both of us at risk, because people can use me to track down the house to catch us unawares. Then we're either in prison or on the run with no money. Or possibly dead if someone tracks us down who doesn't care to take you in alive."

They start walking towards the bar as she continues.

"So remember, you're Barbra Freeman, a butch lesbian truck driver, but you got in a car accident awhile ago, and had been recovering for a few months. You're wearing sunglasses even while indoors cus the accident left you with a light sensitivity. Just, smalltalk, and not being suspicious."

"Sugarcube, I spent years playin innocent with nobody suspecting a thing. I know how to play nice."

"Yeah and that was awhile ago and you're clearly years out of practice, because in all the time I've known you, you've just been a deeply weird and unsettling person.

Also you're in public in costume Barb, Use the Barbra voice, don't break character."

Already she was losing confidence in Bob's ability to follow the plan. Though Bob, if anything, seemed overconfident. He switches up his tone to a more feminine sounding one, snaking an arm over her shoulders and teasing.

"Right, I'm supposed to be your hot piece of arm candy today. Well, I wouldn't want to deprive ya of a bit of extra time alone with your girlfriend."

She had liked how he hadn't had any problem with disguising himself as a woman. After all it'd be a pretty big insult to write off your whole gender as something gross and embarrassing. Though him being a bit too into it is something her asexual antisocial ass doesn't really know what to do with.

Least beyond getting embarrassed by it. Which in turn gets a chuckle out of Bob.

They head in, and Bob confidently goes to take a seat at the bar, while she takes a moment to nervously scope the place out. There were a few people, not too crowded, not to empty. And they don't seem to be turning many heads.

Before going and taking a seat next to him.

Where Bob puts his arm back around her to mumbles in her ear.

"Loosen up honeymuffin, or you'll be the one making us look suspicious."

Yeah, he's right. They're supposed to at least be friends. Even in a relationship in order to explain away if Bob gets too affectionate.

She tries taking a deep breath and calming down.

Just order something nonalcoholic and chill for awhile. Try to make some small talk.

Despite how terrible she is at small talk in general.

Though Bob was already well aware of her not being the chatty sort. So he takes more the lead for talking with the bartender, and with her.

Though really that more ends up with him teasing her while she tries not to look too embarrassed.

At least Bob could do a pretty convincing imitation of a tough middle aged southern woman though.

Still a relatively deep voice, but not so overt that it couldn't be passed off as "Barbra" having just being a big woman who used to smoke.

She had the feeling he'd gotten some first hand experience learning a number of nuances, and was probably doing an impression of female relatives or family friends or something from his past.

Probably from where he'd gotten his own accent, but she didn't like to pry.

And if she did, now wouldn't be the time for it.

Her head was still on a swivel, despite her attempts to keep it casual. It was hard not to be paranoid. Too many things that could go wrong. Bob was keeping up a conversation with the bartender, so might be a good time to stretch her legs a bit.

"I'll be right back, don't get too crazy without me Barb."

"Heh, you got it darlin."

She went to the back, and thankfully the women's bathroom was empty, so she took a moment to try and calm her nerves and catch her breath.

It's one thing to be around Bob, worrying what he might do. But it was another to put on a cheerful facade on top of that, instead of being her usual irritable self.

She really didn't want to go back out there, and her mood is only worsened as she mentally scolds herself for her hesitancy.

It's unpleasant, but this is the better of her options. The longer she can keep Bob busy the less time he'll have for killing.

Come on.

Get back out there.

You have to supervise the serial killer. This is your idea he's going along with.

Just gotta have him keep his word. Shouldn't be that hard.

And even if it is, no amount of discomfort is worth an innocent persons life.

Suck it up.

She looked at her reflection in the mirror and tried smiling. It didn't last long before her face quickly sunk

"Uggh, this is what I get for not putting any effort in with those customer service jobs when I had the chance."

Maybe she can still keep attention away from Bob and not clue people in that she's basically a hostage, while still acting like a miserable unpleasant person who'd rather eat gravel than chit-chat about the weather or the news or some shit.

She leaves the bathroom.

“!!!!” Shit!! Someone's gone to sit with Bob! Looks like some kind of biker guy, on the big and tall side, kinda weathered looking. The kind of guy who could probably take care of himself. Her panic spikes nonetheless.

Ok, calm down, he's out in public, he's gonna talk to some people. It's expected. Doesn't mean the worst is gonna happen yet.

Sure he can always just overpower her if he decides to change his mind and not go along with the plan. But that hasn't happened yet.

She goes to sit down at the bar, on the other side of Bob, not interrupting his conversation with the biker guy. Just quietly listening. Supervising.

And…. Dang this dude really is just outright flirting with Bob. Guy must be into large women.

And Bobs rolling with it. Just liking the attention and teasing the biker guy back.

Well, it's better than Bob getting offended, and he's having fun with it, so this is probably fine so long as it doesn't go anywhere.

And she expects that this is a pretty solid bit of evidence that the Barbra disguise is working. So guess the experiment is a success. They could probably be seen in more crowded locations without people recognizing Bob.

Get him out wasting time doing random stuff so he's too busy to stalk victims.

Uggh, this means she'll have to get out of the house more to do random stuff too and - HOLY SHIT BIKER GUY JUST ASKED BOB OUT.

She'll have to mourn the loss of her weird hermit life later, because NO WAY IS SHE LETTING BOB TAKE THIS GUY TO NO SECONDARY LOCATION!!!!

Shit! How the heck is she supposed to play this off??? Uuuuuuuggghhhh this is gonna be so embarrassing.

She puts on a pissed off face and threatens.

"Excuse me pal, that's my girlfriend you're hitting on, and believe fucking me, this…"

She gestures up and down at Bob.

"This lady right here is a lot more than you're prepared to deal with. Come on Barbra."

She grabs Bob by the hand and starts tugging him towards the door, to which Bob smiles and lets himself be led out, while the biker guy just looks kinda flabbergasted at what just happened as they quickly leave the bar.

She walks for a moment, heading towards the truck, still holding onto Bobs hand.

Before Bob interrupts her anxious mood, saying in his normal voice, though with an additional low suggestive tone layered on, rather than his Barbra affect.

"Yuh know, I think I like you gettin jealous over me for a change."

Her face goes red. And she lets go of Bobs hand.

"Shut up Barb, it's not jealousy and you know it. I just didn’t want you hurting that man."

Bob grabs her hand again to pull her into a hug.

"Fightin over me for other reasons ain't half bad either."

#bob velseb #spooky month #inner demon #Possession #yandere

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spacedlexi · 2 years

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Question, what made you ship Violentine? I personally liked how Violet was rightfully suspicious of Clem and AJ but still accepted them, and grew to like them. Along with the fact, no matter what, during the Marlon confrontation, she will stand up for Clem and Aj. Also her making a pin for clem, dancing with her, and star gazing (just off the top of my memory) was really cute, she is also just really badass.

yes to all of that 🥺💕 i liked violet in the first episode and the little development we get between her and clem is nice, how they can both relate to each other about their losses and how they are seeming to find comfort in each other during their talks in the dorm and while fishing (especially if you mend her relationship with brody she really relaxes). but i think what really solidified the actual relationship for me was in the beginning of episode 2 when violet realizes everyone is about to Jump this Child and immediately without hesitation stands in the middle against her friends and community to protect this little boy who just killed their leader, because he is a Little Child and everyone needs to Calm Down, and marlons hands werent so clean either. for the rest of the episode she stands against all of her friends to defend clem and aj and she does all of this regardless of your choices up until this point so it wasnt like it was determinate based on how nice to her you were

then she falls into the open leadership position, that she doesnt even want, because no one else steps up to do so and Someones gotta do it because otherwise the group will fall apart and it is already splitting at the seams. she quickly becomes someone clem can rely on (she'll even shoot lilly if you fail to pick an option), and clem becomes someone violet can rely on as well as she helps violet with keeping the group together and trying to smooth things over after marlons death. violet goes from being a loner who has dreams of leaving the school because she just never felt like she belonged there, to becoming its leader and does her best to keep everyone safe (and beats herself up hard about it if she fails), and then ending with leading the school side by side with clem. co leader badass girlfriends

i left s3 Very Opinionated that i Did Not Want ANY romance options for clem because i didnt think theyd ever be able to pull it off. so i had the bar set Pretty High. but violet ended up being exactly what i wanted in a love interest for clem. theyre very evenly matched. similar attitudes and goals and maturity level, their ability to relate to each other and what theyve been through (vi is very s3 clem at the beginning of s4, feeling like shes lost the only people she cares about and has walled herself off to other connections), violet stands up for both clem and aj without hesitation because its the right thing to do, and shes tough as nails. she grows a lot between the beginning and end of the season she really comes into herself as a leader especially if you friend/romance her. she is also So in love with clem and cares about her so deeply. hearing her plead if you tell lilly youll join her if she lets everyone else go you can hear in her voice how much the idea of that hurts her because she Cant Lose Clem like shes lost others (props to gideon adlon for doing such a great job voicing her)

ALSO one of my favorite scenes where minnie and clem are fighting and vi shoots minnie to save clems life i love it. the Gay Drama of it all shooting your ex to save your new gf but still not having the heart to leave her (again) makes me go like this every time

also their romance lock in scene is Incredible....Perfect...Spectacular.. their entire romance from that scene on is just so cute they are such a good match for each other. they both make the other feel like they have someone they can rely on without hesitation. AND shes so good with aj. treats him with respect, is kind patient and understanding with him, tries to make him feel less scared and more confident. like when theyre putting the walker guts on and she kneels down to be eye level with him and tell him hes doing a good job and she looks up at clem reassuringly and clem smiles back AUGH!!! thats what im TALKING ABOUT!!! clem needs someone that not only She can rely on but also someone she can trust that aj can rely on as well and vi is that person!!! AAHH

#twdg #violentine #replies with lexi #choatic-strawberry #they are such an evened match they are so good together #like 2 little puzzle pieces they just fit #regardless of your opinion on aj clem would sacrifice herself for him so having another person she Knows he can rely on has to be important #its not about who I would choose its about who Clem would choose #(cough coughandmelissahutchisonagreesCOUGH HACK COUGH COUGH)#sorry louis i do still love you i promise #clem vi and louis are a Great little trio #perfect little triad #clem got the 2 best friends she deserves #long post

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ystrike1 · 2 years

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An Extra In The Family Is The First To Be Abandoned - By Baek Chung-myung (7/10)

The yandere part of this was kind of unexpected. The love interest seems like a reasonable man at first, but then the author gradually keeps adding more evil into all of the characters. Sadly, our main character is a pure woman without an evil bone in her body. I know the love interest will protect her, but this could have been more interesting. The kind, bland protagonist is the most boring part of this. Also the English translation available now is awful.

Ethel is actually the second princess, Stella. Stella was abused as a child by the royal family because she did not develop magical powers. The royal family is deeply afraid of rebellion, and their star based magic keeps the families position unshakable. When Stella did not manifest they immediately turned their backs on her. She did not get to debut as a princess. She had to live as her sister's maid.

Child abuse is a common topic in fantasy stories like this, but it is relevant to the plot. Ethel has taken on a new name and she has completely given up on her family. They tried to sacrifice her to a group of rebels to save their own cowardly skins. She feels no love for them anymore, and I can respect that.

Ethel works in a small restaurant. She has a little sister and an adopted family that she loves. The rebels didn't kill her because they truly believed she was just a maid. Of course after the attack her powers did manifest, and now there's a suspicious "hole" in the night sky. The star god(?) keeps telling her to return to the castle, but she doesn't want to go.

Again, I can respect that. Ethel's family is truly nice. When she was Princess Stella her only friends died in the rebel attacks. If she did try to return to the palace she would face nothing but opposition. Her family would never trust her. Her sister was clearly out to get her from the beginning as well. Power isn't very tempting for Ethel.

Ethel's sister is named Karen. She is delightfully evil and she won't be getting a redemption arc. She treats the man she loves like a object. She has people she doesn't like killed behind the scenes. She hopes Stella is dead, because she wants all the attention. The star god wants Stella but Karen sincerely does not care. Her royal parents love her. Her brother is easy to manipulate. Stella the late bloomer with extra powers was the only thing in her way. She is at the top of the social world.

Karen doesn't know why the Duke doesn't want her. Duke Clyde has very good yandere potential. He didn't know Stella was a special princess when he met her. He knew her when she was a downtrodden maid, and she knew him when he was a slave. He thinks she's the only one that can ever understand what he went through, and he's kind of right. He thinks Stella is his star and only she deserves to have power. He's kind of right but also clearly a little crazy.

He constantly insults Karen. He eats at Ethel's restaurant once a week because he's almost certain she is his princess. His love lorn behavior is starting to piss off high society. Clyde wasn't supposed to be a slave. I believe he was related to the previous Duke, but of course he had to kill alot of enemies to get the title. The last Duke did not respect him. He actually stabbed the man, because he wanted the Duke title specifically so he could marry Stella. (I assume that he figured out she was the hidden princess at some point). That made me pause. Clyde isn't especially excited about having power either. He just wants to find and marry Stella.

Stella has been missing for ten years as well. That makes him look even crazier. The last time they spoke was when they were children, but he's still intent on marrying her. Karen is willing to do alot of killing to make him settle for her instead. Her spies find Ethel and Karen....does something smart? What?

That's right. Karen is a real villain. Not a spoiled little girl. She bribes Viscount Jay, and uses him against Ethel. It's obvious that Clyde is already falling for her, and that's not good. Even if Ethel isn't the real princess she's a problem.

The plan is this.

Jay has to flirt with Ethel and offer her a new life. A life as a fake princess. She looks exactly like Stella, so she can use those looks to become one of the wealthiest woman in the nation. She can have all that power on one condition. She must marry the man Jay (Karen) chooses.

The best part about this is the fact that Jay forces her to accept the deal. He's a nobleman after all. He can make a commoner woman go along with his scheme. So now Ethel must enter the palace as a fake, even though she's the real princess. Karen will undoubtedly use this back room deal to make Ethel look illegitimate and greedy. Clyde will be enraged at her engagement.

Her arrival will cause a storm.

Cool, but Ethel/Stella is boring. I'm warning you the setup is good but the main character is a yawnfest. She's already mostly over her trauma. She isn't afraid of her family. She doesn't care about fixing the country or learning magic. She just cares about her adorable adopted family. Which is fine but this royal family is scary, corrupt and evil. Ethel is kinda shitty for not caring about what they're doing. God itself is begging her to come back to the castle and Ethel is like...nah but my family. I don't know. I think Jay will threaten them to force her to team up with him. The Duke and the villains are both reasonably well done. Grow a backbone Ethel. Innocent people are dying because your narcissist sister can never have enough love.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #webtoon #An Extra In The Family Is The First To Be Abandoned

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i-didnt-do-1t · 11 months

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(Part 3) ‘Walk you home’

Little change of pace

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The next day, early afternoon, Katherine arrived at the lodging house. It was late enough in the day that a few of the boys had sold out their papers but early enough that they weren’t out hawking the evening edition yet.

Kloppman was kind enough to let her up with a wave of his hand and no further questions and she grinned at him in response. It wasn’t unusual to see her around the lodging house. She tried to make an appearance once or twice a week- as nice as it was to meet with the boys at Jacobi’s, even after the strike not all of them had enough money to head there multiple times a week, even for a hot dog and a water, if they wanted to pay for lodging for the night.

It was Race who noticed her first, sitting opposite the door in a circle of boys surrounding a small stool in the middle of them that had a collection of cards haphazardly piled on top.

“Hiya Kath, you want in?”

At that the whole grip swivelled to greet her, half of them, Skittery and Mush and a couple of others taking their hats off as they said hello. She told them before it wasn’t necessary, but they did it anyway. And it was sweet.

“Not today unfortunately.” She sat on the corner of a bunk, next to Finch. “Whose winning.”

“Not Race.”

Skittery was shut up with a hat to the face.

“Jack’ll be back soon.” Race said before she could even ask as he shuffled out a few more cards. “Him and Dave wanted to go find Les real quick. Think he ran off somewhere with Tumbler.”

“Between them I can’t tell who’s more trouble.”

“Jack and davey?” Mush asked, not looking looking up from the spread of cards he held.

Skittery laughed, a quiet low sound, he lay down a card that caused three of the others to groan. “Nah. Les and Tumbler.”

Almost as if summonsed by the sound of their names Les and Tumbler appeared in the doorway covered in suspicious amount of dust and dirt.

She watched Skittery as he gave Tumbler a once over and then sighed deeply slumping back in his seat.

“He can sleep on the end of someone else bed tonight. I ain’t getting my sheets covered in dirt, I only rinsed em’ last week.”

Finch slapped a hand on his shoulder. “Have fun telling him that.”

The look Skittery shot him was long suffering.

The kids were quickly followed by Jack and David, both seemingly deep in the type of discussion that had David speaking with his hands and Jack nodding at every second sentence. They barely seemed to notice there were other people in the room. Katherine couldn’t help but smile when she saw them like this, Jack who was so rare to relax aside from when they were alone, wearing the expression was when he was with Davey.

“Oi Loverboy, your girl’s here,” Jack’s gaze jumped to Race and then her, and his face fell into an easy grin. “Or are you gonna keep listening to Dave talk about Labour Unions.”

Dave knocked Race with his hat as he peered over his shoulder at his cards.

“You’re part of a labour union Racer.” He frowned. “Also that’s not what I was talking about.”

“Sorry, forgot that books are more boring.”

All he got in response was an eye roll, and then Jacks arm was wrapped around her shoulder and a kiss landed on her cheek.

“How was the office last night.” He said as the pulled back. “You usually hate it.”

It was her turn to roll her eyes. “Usually. It was fine, most of the the others weren’t there so I didn’t have to put up their their comments.”

“I’m sure Spot’d be up for havin’ a couple of her girls to talk to them if you want.”

“No. No. Nothing like that- well. They’re mostly still in shock that there can be a girl reporter? and that she can write good articles.” She leant back into him as he settled behind her, gaze scouring the progressing card game. At the back of the room, Les and Tumbler were fight with wooden swords.

“I ended up staying late last night to finish some things up.”

She could feel rather than see Jack’s frown at that.

“You should said you was gonna stay late. I woulda walked you home.”

“Oh it’s fine.” She hesitated. “Morris walked me home actually.”

It was a rare thing for the lodging house to be dead silent, but apparently that confession managed to achieve it, aside from the continued battering of wooden swords, the younger kids none the wiser.

“Delancey?” Race said, cigar hanging out of his mouth.

She looked at their faces one by one and they all seemed to be wearing the same expression.

She sat up a little straighter. “That’s the one.”

Skittery let out a low whistle and looked back down at his cards.

“Katherine-“ Davey started but didn’t get anywhere before Jack interrupted.

“He didn’t try anything did he?”

“No. No it was fine. Well, he was rude, but I expected that.”

“Kath have you every met my sister?”

David’s tone was odd. Katherine had heard vague mention of the elusive Sarah who worked in sewing and repair and was David’s older sister by a year but she had never met the girl in person, not for lack of trying but timing had never seemed to work out.

“I haven’t.”

Jack and David shared a look, one she couldn’t decipher.

“She had a run in with the Delancey’s during the strike-“

“The Delancey’s went after her during the strike.” David cut in, a sharp look shot Jack’s direction. “She was delivering some fabric and they grabbed her and cornered her in a alleyway.” David’s jaw was set, and his voice firm.

Angry. Sure, he could get irritated, frustration was a familiar look on him, but angry was rare. “They aren’t safe to be around.”

“Davey-“

“What? They hurt Sarah and now they’re messing with Kath aswell?”

“They haven’t done anything to me.” She paused. “I didn’t know. About what happened with her.”

Jacks hand found her waist. “We know Ace.”

“I mean it were a one time thing right?” Race said

“Obviously.”

“Then there ain’t no issue. And if he bothers you again you let us know and we’ll sort ‘im out.”

Race and the rest of the boys seemed to come to a general conscious.

“A’right boys, sounds good.”

Katherine frowned, Jack’s hand squeezed her waist. “I appreciate it. But I don’t need your protection.”

“It’s ain’t protection- if the Delancey’s were bothering any of the boys we’d keep an eye out.” He paused. “You think they woulda even stopped to think if they ran into Davey? I love ya pal, but you woulda got the shit kicked outta you.”

“Oh no you’re right. I would’ve. I have.”

Jack’s grin felt out of place considering the conversation but it looked easy on his face anyway, “Lucky you had that cowboy to step in huh?”

Davey gave him a blank stare that almost rivalled Skittery’s before relenting with one of his famous eye rolls used so often that he argued it would actually be beneficial for them to get stuck like that when Jack suggested it could happen with the change of the wind. “I don’t know what I’d do without you Jack.”

Jack snorted, his hand squeezing around her waist as he grinned at Davey, aiming a low level punch at his chest. “Have a least a couple broke ribs that’s for sure.”

It was Skittery who spoke next, voice rich with self satisfaction as he laid a final card on the stood. “Alright fellas. Pay up. I win.”

#newsies #jack kelly #katherine pulitzer #katherine plumber #morris delancey #newsies fanfiction #skittery #racetrack Higgins #david jacobs

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greypetrel · 8 months

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♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon

Alyra: She is a clean freak. Will jump in a river at the first ever occasion, will stop after a battle to clean her weapons because hell no she's not slipping her daggers in the scabbard like that. She was grown Dalish, sure, but she is extremely suspicious of the five seconds rule. If something fell on the ground, why should you eat it. She accepted the idea of shoes better than Aisling for this.

As for her hobby: she took the Bard thing from Leliana in strides. She's more of a spy than an entertainer -she is a nice mezzosoprano-, and she likes to compose... But just drinking songs. Her masterpieces include "What do we do with a drunken Warden" (composed with Zevran that one time they managed to recreate Spritz), "Small pints make Mythal cry" (Mythal can be substitute with the Maker, according to the occasion) and "Those sweet Dalish brews". She also quite likes carving figures and decorations on wood.

Raina: She won't throw away food. Food poisoning because you're eating some stale food is, for her, preferrable to wasting. It's not even a question. All her friends try to stop her, nobody really managed. Also, she can't cope with doing just one thing at once, she'll grow restless and jump on her seat and become annoying if her hands aren't busy doing something else in the meanwhile.

As a hobby, she is a pretty good knitter. Will not gift anything that she didn't knit herself. She has a good eye to guess sizes and measures.

She loves to sing, but she's terrible at it.

Garrett: He doesn't face confrontation if he hasn't a clear mind over it. He's easy-going, even more than Raina, but when he's angry or upset... He will isolate and refuse to even admit he's feeling bad. Will find some solitary corner to think about it and understand exactly what he's feeling and why, and then face the conversation with a clear head. He's just private (and the one that in a Modern AU would willingly enter therapy).

He likes gardening. He was fine in the farm and loved to take care of the plants. Would name you every green thing around, asked Merril to teach him to forage, has tomatoes in the back garden in the mansion.

Aisling: She hates shoes. Can't function with them, hates the hell out of them. She doesn't understand socks either. Why would anyone want to have their feet compressed is beyond her. She will pick stuff fallen on the ground with her toes. Also, when she's nervous she starts to tap her thumb against her fingers in a precise sequence. It was, originally, an exercise the Keeper taught her and Pavyn to guess whether it was the Fade or not, she committed it to memory so much that it just became a way to ground herself and calm down.

Beside experimenting on magic just because and playing Mythbusters with Dorian, and horses, she likes to draw. She's absolutely terrible at it, has no intention of learning some anatomy whatsoever. But she loves it. Her personal letters are filled with doodles. The more doodles you receive, the more she likes you.

And music. She will sing as she works, when she's happy. She's a decent singer, but won't sing if she's the only one to do it. She loves to dance, and it's pretty good at it.

Radha: She doesn't like to speak much. She's not non-verbal, but she just enjoys listening more. Every single word she says is deeply thought of and meant. Between all the characters, she's the one who'll like the Game the least: saying one thing to mean another for her is just... A waste of words. If she tells you she likes you, it's because she does. It makes her come off as aloof and haughty when she really isn't so, and makes her seem unfriendly. She doesn't wear skirts, doesn't like skirts, she finds them extremely uncomfortable on herself, and also hair. She struggles a lot with her hair, it's curly and she doesn't like how long it takes to take properly care of it. She chopped it all off once and never got back from sporting longer hair on top of her head (it doesn't reach her ears), and an undercut on the sides.

She loves to read. She will read anything and everything. She has a preference for non-fiction and history in particular, and the thing that she really adores about Skyhold is the library. The most books that reaches the Keep are on her request. She will also read people, but if you have a good enough set of historical anecdotes to tell she will like you.

She won't sing to save her life, but is a decent dancer when she puts her mind to it (she's extremely picky in her choice of partners, usually it was Aisling dragging her to dance, or close friends). Before injuring her hands, she was more than a decent lute player.

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your-friend-bram · 11 months

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May 25

I’m interested to hear more about Dr. Seward’s patient— this Renfield. However, I don’t think I like the good doctor very much; he seems very dreary. It was nice to hear from Mr. Morris, and even nicer to see all of Lucy’s men getting along. I’m sure Lucy is happy to know that all of them are fast friends— it’ll make her being friends with them less suspicious that way. People love to talk, and I wouldn’t want anyone thinking Lucy is that kind of lady when she absolutely is not.

Although I’m very happy for them, I’m deeply worried about Jonathan at the same time. I wonder when I’ll hear from him again… I wonder if Mina has received word from him. If only she knew what I did, but it’s far too fantastical and odd to believe. Mina dear, I hope you hear from him soon. I know all this talk of proposals, suitors, and marriages has you thinking about Jonathan now more than ever. I also hope that from his letters you’ll be able to infer that Jonathan needs you.

Your friend,

Bram

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witchlingcirce · 11 months

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I wanted to do a little character analysis for my favourite character …Isabelle Lightwood! I tried my best to cover everything I thought needed to be covered so here we go!!

Personality

Isabelle Lightwood is a very confident woman, she dresses nice and at one point she could’ve even been described as promiscuous. Isabelle can accusingly be vain, and even narcissistic at some points. Isabelle possesses a fiery temper, she at some points during the book would lock herself in her room when things would go wrong. Although Isabelle has her bad traits, she is fiercely loyal to those she loves and cares about and would do anything to keep them out of harm's way.

role in the book

While I don’t know if this is a popular belief, I firmly believe that Isabelle’s original role in the books was her being a contrast to Clary, as the series developed Isabelle later gained a prominent role as someone who learns to love and trust others but at the start, she was a contrast of Clary’s character. Clary was short, insecure, and didn’t dress the best, Clary doesn’t see herself as being gorgeous. While Isabelle is incredibly Tall, confident, stated to have a fantastic style, and Isabelle does see herself as pretty. I think it’s an interesting contrast, as we see in Clary’s point of view earlier, clary seems to dislike Isabelle for these qualities, much because at the time she didn’t have them. Later on in the book Clary starts to see Isabelle’s character more as a friend than someone she should be jealous of, and I think that’s when Isabelle’s character role in the book had begun to change. From simply being a contrast to Clary’s character we see Isabelle go through her hardships and see her develop from that.

Relationships with the other characters

I think Isabelle’s relationship is one of her biggest factors in the book, and I think I should cover everyone she has a relationship with somewhat separately here.

Parents

Isabelle has a loving and very close relationship with her mother, they both deeply care for each other. In Ghosts of the shadow market we see Alec describe Isabelle and Maryse (her mother) having a certain look that they give each other, Alec says he thinks it’s because they're the only girls in the family. When Isabelle has thirteen years old, Maryse told Isabelle that her father was having an affair. “I thought it made me special. I didn’t think about how it might have changed me.” - City of fallen angels. This conversation took a toll on Isabelle, it made Isabelle hold a grudge against her father and also impacted how she felt about love, making her think she couldn’t give her heart away without it being broken “I watch my brothers give their hearts away and I think, don't you know better? Hearts are breakable. And I think even when you heal, you're never what you were before.” - city of fallen angels. Isabelle and her father have long had a bad relationship, as I stated before, Maryse telling Isabelle about her father's affair made Isabelle hold a grudge against him. Throughout the series we never really see him or Isabelle truly getting along, the only time we ever see them even try and solve their problems is in the argument scene in Tales from the shadowhunter academy

Siblings

It’s easy enough to identify Isabelle's feelings for all her brothers, and that’s the fact that she loves them all so dearly and is completely loyal to them. Isabelle liked to date boys her parents wouldn’t approve of just to get attention off Alec, for the fact he was gay so their parents wouldn’t get suspicious. Isabelle and Jace have always had an incredibly loving relationship, Isabelle feels a similar way to Max as she does to all her other siblings, although we never really saw their relationship develop.

Friends

We sort of never see Isabelle interact with a lot of friends but I’m still putting it in here, Isabelle is friends with Aline and Helen and she has a friendly and good relationship with them, even attending Helen's relationship. Isabelle is also good friends with Magnus Bane, there are fun friends and care a lot about each other, especially because of Alec. Clary, now Clary is someone that Isabelle didn’t like at the start of the series. I don’t think ‘hate’ would be the right term but mostly ‘dislike’. Isabelle is jealous of Clary a little bit at the start of the series, while Izzy is mostly a confident woman she still has her insecurities, she was jealous of Clary’s small frame and Clary not being as tall as Izzy. At the start, they didn’t interact as friends but later on in the series their friendship and relationship started to develop into a loving and caring thing going and they did understand each other.

Lovers

I know Izzy had a fling with Meliorn but we never really got much information out of that so I’m just going to have to talk about Simon here. At first, Izzy just saw another boy that people wouldn’t like and that’s mostly the reason that she dated him, later on, we see Isabelle start to care for Simon. For example, at the end of the red scrolls of Magic, we see Isabelle say Simon was becoming one of her favourite boys. Their relationship was going decently until Isabelle found out that Simon had been dating Maia at the same time as Isabelle. Izzy was mad at this, even saying in City of fallen angels that she hated Simon, “Everyone’s off doing some secret thing with the Conclave, and I didn’t want to go, because Simon was going to be there, and I hate him now.” - City of fallen angels. Later on, we see Izzy start to forgive Simon, there’s deleted scene from City of lost souls where Izzy told Simon that the reason why she went to his apartment with Jordan was because she missed him, or something along those lines. “Look, I didn’t come by last night because you’re number six on some list and everyone else is unavailable. I came because — I like you. You make me feel better. Maybe it’s something about your face.” - City of lost souls - Chapter 7 Outtake. Simon plays an impactful role in Isabelle’s life, because of Simon the walls Isabelle had built around her heart began to crumble and was letter herself trust someone over then her family.

Major Conflicts

Okay, so I’m going to be talking about two conflicts Isabelle went through In the series.

Max’s death

Isabelle felt as if Max’s death was completely her fault. She locked herself in her room and refused to let anyone in. Isabelle didn’t even go to her brother's funeral, believing his death was completely her fault. I think the way Isabelle grieves is a very interesting thing, we technically only really see Isabelle ‘grieve’ max In the one scene in City of Glass, but later on in Isabelle’s POV we see more of her feelings, and even in some later conversations. Isabelle refuses to call Sebastian Jonathan, she tells Clary that Jonathan was Jace and that she wasn’t going to call someone who killed her brother her other brother's name, it’s heavily implied in a lot of the other scenes that Isabelle wants revenge for Max’s death, of course, we never got a lot of this (as I can remember, I believe we got a scene or two?) and on a similar note, we see that Isabelle has a lot of built up emotions about it, in the city of heavenly fire we see Isabelle yell at her dad, telling him she thinks he’s glad max is dead so that he could finally leave her mother. In tales from the Shadowhunter Academy, we see Izzy tell Simon that sometimes being in Alicante makes her feel closer to Max, while other times it makes her wish it was never there.

Simon’s demon amnesia

Izzy truly had begun to love Simon and finally let her guard down, until at the end of the city of heavenly fire where Simon sacrifices his memories for everyone to get out. We see throughout tales from the shadowhunter academy that Isabelle struggles with this, it was either after he had yelled at Izzy in the academy or when Simon yelled at her other the killer vampire, that Clary Porteled in to tell Simon that Izzy is more fragile then she seems. Even once Simon and Izzy finally ‘make up’ they still struggle to get back into the flow of how things used to be, they of course do end up making up and I want to talk about how different Izzy is once they make up (from what see from simons POV) at the start, it was almost as if Izzy was far away, most the times when we saw her before there make up she seemed a lot angrier, but once they do makeup she seems to have gotten a bit calmer and happier, and I think that is a very cute thing.

Overall Change

Izzy's overall change throughout the series was letting herself trust people who weren’t her family, we see Izzy grow and learn to love those who she might not have in the past. We also see Izzy’s heart begin to change, we see at the start of the series she has walls up, never actually dating anyone seriously and at the end of the series we see that those walls have been completely cut down and that Isabelle can truly love and trust people.

Bonus!

Okay, this is a little silly thing but I was looking through the deleted scene for a specific quote and I found this absolute gem from a deleted scene! “I am so hungover,” she announced, flipped her hair over one shoulder, and stalked off toward Simon’s bedroom. Simon looked over at Jordan, whose eyebrows had risen to his hairline.” IT HILARIOUS! In my opinion…I just thought people should see that….

okay, okay that was my first character analysis I apologise if it’s bad but…there it is! Okay uhm, enjoy? Have a good day.

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