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ugh-yoongi · 2 months

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Jewel, I know your requests are closed but I desperately need to hear your thoughts on who in BTS would do this: https://www.tumblr.com/writing-prompt-s/739417828719034368/you-a-powerful-demoness-have-just-been-summoned

and why is it Namjoon (the potential for crack with this 148 IQ man who is also way more innocent than we think acc to one park jimin just takes me out)

i'm so sorry it took me so long to finish and post this but thank you so much for sending it bc i have been cackling about this scenario ever since.

the prompt: you, a powerful demoness, have just been summoned to earth. this man, this human, wants you to pretend to be his girlfriend for a few days so his parents will get off his back about it.

the gang summons a demon

pairing: namjoon x f. reader genre: supernatural au; crack warnings: reader is a demon and engages in demon behavior, swearing, namjoon makes mention of not being straight, heteronormative parental expectations, jk learns about arcane things on tumblr (which is not an original idea; i read a fic ages ago where taekook are tumblr witches but i cannot find it, so credit to that author or whoever came up with it first), unedited so any mistakes are mine. rating: e for everyone wordcount: 2k

It’s been years since you’ve been to Earth—even longer since you’ve been to South Korea.

“I haven’t been here since 1910,” you say, staring at the gobsmacked man across from you. He’s tall, with tanned skin and a bleached buzz cut; a smattering of tattoos dotting his toned arms—whites and rich hues of blue, imitations of some kind of ceramic art, you think; a golden hoop through his nose; cheeks with dimples so deep you’re sure they’ll crater. “People here definitely didn’t look like you back then, so I’m going to assume we’re pretty far into the future.”

“It’s 2024,” he answers, seemingly still a little dazed. He’s staring at you with wide eyes, jaw dropped. Normally it’s nice to be looked at like that, with all the reverence and awe you deserve, but Earth is not your favorite place to be. Doesn’t even crack the top fifty, if you’re being honest. “Did you say 1910? As in the beginning of the—”

You sigh. “Uh-huh. Hey, if you wouldn’t mind hurrying this up, I’ve got things to do.” The man continues staring. Could be a trick of the light, but you think he’s turning paler by the second.

Minutes tick by. Nothing but silence.

“Are you even listening to me?” you snarl, quickly losing patience you were never given. “I said I’ve got shit to do. My schedule’s booked solid for the next eight centuries, so I really don’t have time to be dilly-dallying in mundane human affairs. Your problems are always so boring.”

More silence.

Which is irksome, sure, but what’s worse is this stupid fucking circle you’re trapped in. Drawn crudely on the floor of (seemingly) this human man’s actual apartment, which would’ve told you all you’d needed to know, if you’d taken ten seconds to take in your surroundings upon first being summoned. This place has got books stacked floor to ceiling in every available inch of space, but you’re certain this person is a fucking idiot.

“Hello?”

The man shakes his head. “Oh, sorry, I just—I’m Namjoon? Kim Namjoon.”

“I don’t care.”

“Right, right.” He sucks in a deep breath. “Well, you’re probably wondering why I summoned you here today”—you roll your eyes—“and, uh.” Namjoon scratches at the back of his neck, anxiety oozing from every pore on his body. Definitely paler. “I am too, to be honest.”

“You what—”

“I didn’t mean to!” Namjoon hurriedly adds, all of that anxiety shifting quickly into pure panic. “It’s just—it was a joke! Mostly! Jeongguk said it as a joke, because everything he says is a joke, and I should’ve known that, but—I don’t know! I’ve tried everything else, and the longer its gone on the more desperate I’ve become, and suddenly what Jeongguk said as a joke didn’t sound so much like a joke anymore! I’m sorry! I didn’t think it’d actually work!”

It takes your brain a minute to translate and decipher the useless slush that just came out of his mouth, but when it does… oh, when it does, you feel absolutely murderous. “You summoned me as a joke?”

Namjoon must see it, too. There’s no way you’re looking cool, calm, and collected right now, because you’ve seen the faces of others that have witnessed your wrath, and they were almost always on the brink of (if not outright) shitting their pants. This stupid, clueless human in front of you doesn’t appear to be faring much better.

So you continue, just to watch him squirm. “Do you have any idea who I am?”

“Um,” comes his brilliant response. “Yes?”

“And who am I?”

He holds up his pointer finger and digs through the back pocket of his jeans. Pulls out a crumbled scrap of paper, nearly soiled from ass sweat and time, and his eyes squint as he tries to read it. “I—well, it’s probably not an accurate translation, you know, since—”

“What does that piece of parchment say, Kim Namjoon?”

“Nothing,” he lies. “I can’t read it anyway, so… a-haaa…”

Patience officially worn thin, you snap your fingers, delighting in the startled shriek that escapes him as the paper goes up in a plume of smoke. “I am going to give you one chance to be honest with me,” you explain slowly, leveling him with a look. “Who do you think I am, and why am I here?”

Namjoon pales further. Looks like he’s trying to melt right through the floor into a puddle of useless slush, and you’d be more than willing to speed up the process if it weren’t for this god forsaken demon trap.

“Can I—can I sit down for this?”

Kim Namjoon, you learn, has a friend named Jeon Jeongguk.

Jeon Jeongguk, you also come to learn, has learned magic from a website called Tumblr.

“There, uh. There are definitely blogs for that sort of thing,” Namjoon explains, tattooed fingers scratching at the back of his neck. He takes a very quick glance at you. “Clearly not very accurate ones.”

You hum. “That’s the only smart thing I’ve heard you say since I showed up in this shithole.”

Namjoon gawks. “Hey, my apartment isn’t a shithole! It’s the best I could afford, alright? There was just an article in The Business Times about how archaic of a system jeonse is—”

“Uh-huh. And this… website?”

Namjoon goes red. Coughs into his fist. “Oh, right, yeah. I’m gonna be honest with you—”

“I already said that—”

“—my parents are coming to visit from Ilsan in a few days and I need a girlfriend.”

You blink. Once, twice, three times. Long enough to replace the rug that had been pulled from under you, because you’re pretty sure you heard this human man allude to having summoned you so you can pretend to be his girlfriend.

All things considered, you’re impressed by how calm you are. This is not a trait most demons have, you especially, and it makes you nostalgic for the days you used to rip men apart limb by limb for less.

“Are you insane?” you ask simply.

“In my defense,” he explains around a wince, “Jeongguk said it was a love spell.”

“A love spell.” Namjoon nods. “And you wound up summoning a demon.”

“It… appears I may have done that, yes.”

“And you want a demon to meet your parents?”

“I mean… when in Rome, right?”

“I’ve committed at least four-hundred and sixty-seven separate atrocities there, so no, probably not when in Rome.”

Namjoon’s jaw drops. He tucks his knees closer to his chest. “Christ, that’s a lot. How did you have the time?”

“I’m immortal,” you deadpan.

“Right, right. Anyway, to answer your question: yes.”

Your eyes narrow. “How bad are your parents that you’d want me to meet them?”

“They’re fine, mostly. I just… am not what they expected in a son? Like, I have the hair and the tattoos and I dropped out of my engineering program in university to pursue art and poetry, so the least I could do is find a wife and settle down and give them grandchildren, but I don’t even know if I want to ever settle down. I’m also not… heterosexual? Entirely? Do you see that a lot—”

You sigh. “Misconception. Not to launch you into some kind of existential crisis, but the gods really don’t give a shit who you humans sleep with.”

“Gods? As in plural?” You snap your fingers. Namjoon’s fingers immediately go to his temples. “Damn, I have a really bad migraine all of a sudden.”

“Yeah, that was me.”

“What’d you do?”

“Made you forget something.”

“Oh. What’d I forget?” It takes a second. “Oh, right, yeah. Um. What was the last thing I said?”

“Your parents wanted you to be an engineer and have a ton of kids but you like art and also not-women, sometimes.”

He flushes again. “I—yes.”

You sigh, arms crossed over your chest. All you want to do is sit down, or open a window. This apartment smells far too strongly of patchouli. “Look, I haven’t been to this place in a long time, but surely you aren’t undesirable by your society’s standards.”

“Are you saying I’m attractive?”

You scowl. “No. I’m saying there had to have been easier ways of doing this, and also can you open a window?”

“It’s February.”

“That means nothing to me.”

“It’s really cold outside.”

“I’m literally from Hell. Go put on a sweater, then.”

With a roll of his eyes, Namjoon stands and moves to the window. Cracks it open a millimeter, just enough for the cold to seep in, before he’s stalking off toward—you’re assuming—his bedroom. You think he’s shoving a garment over his head when he calls out, “You know, you’re really fucking bossy for someone stuck in a trap.”

You vow to kill him as soon as you’re free.

It isn’t often you’re held hostage.

Usually you can spot a trick coming a thousand miles away, but since Namjoon hadn’t meant to summon you at all, you’d been caught unawares. Doomed to be stuck in a demon trap, just like he’d said, which meant you didn’t have a ton of bargaining power.

At least that’s what you’re telling yourself, because as you sit across from Namjoon’s parents at some fancy restaurant, you aren’t convinced he isn’t a crossroads demon himself.

“So,” his mother begins, turning her attention to you, “what do you do for work?”

Namjoon elbows you beneath the table, giving you a silent warning to stick to the script. You’re only here under threat of force—because Jeongguk had stopped by Namjoon’s apartment, saw you in the summoning circle, and nearly fainted before going back to Tumblr to find a binding spell.

Except that one wasn’t great, either, because it only bound you and Namjoon together for three days instead of forever. And, as penance for all the chaos you’ve sown across the universe, Namjoon’s parents’ visit fell within that time frame, so here you are.

Out to dinner. With humans.

You’re pretending to be someone’s girlfriend.

You’re in for the most embarrassing ribbing of your existence once you’re home.

“I work with idols,” you respond, as convincingly as possible, because Namjoon had thought it’d be really funny. Get it? he’d said. Like false idols? You hadn’t laughed. “It’s very secretive, of course, but—”

You don’t finish your thought, because Namjoon’s mother looks delighted: face lit up with mirth, smile blinding, eyes half-lidded under the weight of her happiness. “Oh, how exciting! Has he told you he used to do performances to old H.O.T songs? Namjoonie, what was that one song you liked—”

“Eomma, please—”

“Wasn’t it ‘Candy’?” Namjoon’s dad offers from behind his menu. It’s the first thing he’s said all evening.

Namjoon whimpers, foregoing all social decorum and lectures on posture to sink further in his chair.

You do not, under any circumstances, feel a hint of fondness.

(Which dissipates not even twenty-four hours later.

“The blog was deleted,” Jeongguk says, eyes wide as saucers. “I—the blog is gone, I don’t know how to—”

“What do you mean the blog is gone?” The poor kid is overcome with panic and fear, tries to stutter out a response that makes no sense to you at all through his sobs. “Jeon Jeongguk, what do you mean the blog is gone?”

“I—it’s—I had it bookmarked, I swear! Once the binding spell wore off I was gonna send it to Namjoon hyung so he could send you back, but the blog is gone so the post is gone, too. I don’t—what do I even search for—oh my god, please don’t kill me, I think I’m having a panic attack, I’m gonna—”

And then this human man vomits all over your feet. Namjoon sighs as he goes to fetch a bucket, and you think it’ll be a miracle if any of these people—yourself included—live to see the end of the week.)

#namjoon x reader #bts x reader #namjoon fanfic #namjoon imagine #namjoon scenarios #bts fanfic #bts imagines #bts scenarios #jewel writes #jewel answers

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angelsworks · 1 year

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No where to Hyde 3 Dark!Tyler Galpin x reader

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Summary: You and Tyler help to explore the old Gates mansion. An unexpected attack from the Hyde complicates things.

Warnings: 18 + only, adult themes only, violence, dark themes, yandere themes.

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During your next weekly phone call you voiced your concerns over the Hyde to your parents. Some of the pages in the book that you hadn’t shared with anyone, had lead to some disturbing discoveries.

You’d found out that certain bloodlines appealed to these creatures. While these bloodlines weren’t refined to a certain species, it was made clear your mothers side had a strong connection.

From the research done over the many years, they’d found that Hydes and other creatures were drawn to your ancestors. The pheromones in your scent drew them to you. No matter the gender both your past relatives had had encounters with creatures like this. While they weren’t always Hydes. They were very dangerous.

The book specifically mentions how it was only this bloodline that was known to have this calming property for a list of creatures. The part that made you blush were the details of how.

Sex

Repetitive and constant sex with the creature would keep their own beast at bay. The joining of the beast and your ancestors creating a bond. One stronger than that of a Master and Hyde bond. It meant they were in full control of shifts, triggers, transformations.

The new knowledge scared you. Knowing that if it was true there was a chance you were more appealing to this creature than anyone else. Could you be it’s next target?

In the past few days another hiker had been the target of the Hyde. Wednesday was all over it of course. Her mystery board was only growing in her and Enid’s shared room.

You went over a couple times since meeting her in the weathervane to talk over theories. But she was more reserved than normal. She often voiced theories you’d heard many times before.

You weren’t stupid, you knew she suspected you. You were only making yourself a suspect as you shifted blame on to Xavier. The guy did creep you out and he was always at the scene of the incidents.

So for the time being it felt as if you were benched from the case. Something that did disappoint you.

Over the week you’d heard from Tyler. You’d actually swapped numbers and had been casually chatting. About the case, about his job, about Jericho. He’d told you bits about his dad, he was out a lot of the time for work. The police department in Jericho was severely undermanned.

Your mothers voice brought you out of your though.

“Yeah, I’m still here.”

“Darling, I really sorry to have to have this conversation over the phone.”

Your mother explained how it was your ancestors job to calm these creatures down, their duty almost. Flustered you told her you knew what she meant, exactly what she meant about calming them. You also mentioned how there was a suspected Hyde in Jericho.

“Darling, your blood heritage makes you theirs biologically. Once they catch scent of you it’ll be nothing but instincts.”

“Are you telling me that there’s nothing I can do, that I’m stuck being some sex doll for this Hyde for the rest of my life?” You vented.

Your mother stuttered, unsure what to say. But you were right. You’d crudely summed it up, but you were right. The Hyde in this case would need repetitive help. To keep the bond strong and their Hyde at bay.

You doubted it would be possible to have a functional relationship with anyone else while you were getting fucked by a Hyde every week.

“Your great great Grandmother made it work. It was a really long time ago, but that doesn’t meant it can’t work.”

Yeah, she made it work because she married the guy - was what you wanted to say to your mother as rudely as possible.

“Why don’t you come home baby? Until they’ve got this Hyde business sorted.” She reasoned.

You contemplated it.

Staying meant you could be free to explore your powers, make friends with people like you, have independence to be on your own. But staying could also lead to you loosing your freedom, your friends, your sanity, your virginity.

“I’ll think about it, for now I’ll stay away from the woods.”

The birthday party you tried to hold for Wednesday had been less than successful. Well it wasn’t successful at all. Enid had planned it all, from the decorations in Crackstones Crypt to the cake. The guest list was questionable in your opinion. It included Xavier, who you were sure had been ghosted by Wednesday. And also Bianca, someone you were sure Wednesday hated.

But she hated everyone, so Enid deserved credit regardless.

After the disaster that was the party, you were sure you were never going to hear from Wednesday again. Yet when you returned from classes you were met with an impatient hand, tapping his fingers on the table.

He brought a note from Wednesday. Type written of course. Telling you to meet her and Enid at the front gate to work on the case at 8:00pm.

You were surprised or course. Thinking that you’d never be let near the case again or Wednesday. But part of you worried what working on the case would mean.

You had a picture built in your mind that the Hyde would snatch you away the minute they smelt you. Not knowing who the person you’d be obligated to have sex with for the rest of your life scared you. But you pushed it aside, if things get too much you’d run away. Leave Nevermore and hide in a bunker for the rest of your life. Avoiding any and all creatures written in that book.

When you got to the front gate of Nevermore you were surprised to see Tyler in what you could only assume to be his car. Wednesday was sat in the front and you were sure you could see Enid in the back.

You got into the car, being met with a disappointed Enid, emotionless Wednesday and a smiling Tyler.

Tyler started to drive, not that you knew where. While Enid told you how she’d been tricked into coming, under the guise of a girls night.

“So where are we going?” You asked.

“To investigate the old Gates mansion.”

Maybe you were a coward, but exploring an abandoned mansion at night time didn’t sound like a good idea. And the creeping feeling of bumping into the Hyde grew within you.

You leaned forward over to Tyler’s ear, “Hey Tyler.”

Your breath against his neck made the his hair raise. His pulse quickened and he took a minute to recover:

“Hi (Y/N).”

The whole scene before you was out of some awful spoof horror film. Complete with the rusted gates, over grown garden and clueless teens about to walk to their death. You were certain you weren’t going in.

“I’m not going in.” You stated to the group, as you sat in Tyler’s car unmoving.

Next to you Enid spoke up, “No I don’t want to either, this place doesn’t looks safe Wednesday.”

Wednesday sighed, getting out of the car regardless of who was coming. Next Enid followed her out. Then finally Tyler got out after her.

He moved to open your door, bending his tall frame into the car. His head next to yours.

“I know it looks scary, but I’ll be here the whole time. We won’t be looking around for long,” you still didn’t look like you were going to move. “I’ll let you hold my hand.”

Everything about Tyler’s presence sent your hormones into over drive. His mouth was so close to your ear, it almost made you shiver. What you didn’t know was that this was Tyler’s was of getting pay back. How did it feel to have a taste of your own medicine?

He almost snickered when he heard your heart beat faster and you swallow, hard. He reached a hand around to undo your seatbelt. Caressing your thigh as his did. He hoped you didn’t notice how his hand lingered near the buckle.

With a little more coaxing he got your out of the car. You caught up to Wednesday and Enid at the front gate. Your hands wrapped around Tyler’s hand and arm, shielding yourself away from the creepy house.

After Enid had broken down the door, you all went in. Armed with flashlights and overactive adrenaline glands, you slowly explored the ground floor. You stayed as a group as you navigated the living room of the late Gates family. Still clinging to Tyler like a monkey on a tree.

He could pretend he didn’t enjoy this: the dark and eerie atmosphere; Your heart beating impossibly fast; you clinging to him for dear life. It made him feel like your protector, your hero, your saviour. When in reality, he was anything but.

At the first chance he was taking what was his. He’d read your book, he knew you were destined for him. Your delectable scent that sent him into a horny frenzy was no coincidence. Your bloodline was designed for him. For creatures like him. So dangerous they needed your ancestors to control themselves.

It was funny to think that after all the effort Thornhill had gone to - to control the Hyde, all she needed was a magic pussy so to speak. But she didn’t, she just had plants and chemicals that she used to control him.

You would liberate him, free him of the chains that held him back from being his true self. With you and your magic little cunt, he could be a force to be reckoned with. He doubted you’d be giving yourself to the Hyde willingly. So he knew he’d have to come up with some sort of plan.

He couldn’t have come up with a plan as good as this. An unfamiliar place, in the dark, with no one around for miles. He’d make you his tonight. Regardless of your little friends.

You could only stare at the alter behind the once closed bookcase. Suddenly it all felt so real. The realisation that someone really wanted to eradicate outcasts became real. The evidence was right here, arranged neatly on a alter designed for worship.

You curled into Tyler more. He turned to reach his hands around you, embracing you, shielding you, away from what had upset you.

“Me and Enid will check the upstairs. You and Tyler stay and explore the downstairs.”

Enid shared your reluctance to go anywhere else. You were thankful you were split into pairs, especially with Tyler as your partner. Yet it did little to smother any feelings of unease within yourself.

You and Tyler broke off, going further into the living room. You tried to find anything useful. Doing so was made increasingly hard by your shaking hands holding the torch.

After a considerable amount of shaking Tyler stopped and turned to you. Holding you closer in his arms. Subtly he sniffed your hair, inhaling more of your scent. He took great pleasure out of seeing you so vulnerable.

“It’s going to be okay. We’ll be gone soon. Now let’s go down that hallway. I’ll be right behind you.”

It was hard to say no to Tyler. He’d been so kind to you already. With all the Hyde business going on, it made you resent your heritage. Life would be a lot simpler if you could just date him. You tried not to entertain those thoughts. It would only lead to disappointment.

Slowly you moved down the hall. Some of the doors around you were closed, some open. You’d just walked past an open door when Tyler screamed.

He’d been pulled into the room. The door slamming behind him. You could hear his screams along with a deafening and distinctive roar. The Hyde.

Without thinking you dashed down the hall and into one of the rooms. A bedroom. You tried desperately to barricade yourself in the room, pushing a table and chair over near the door.

You dove into the nearest corner, pressing yourself against the wall, pretending you were part of the peeling wallpaper. You tried to calm your breathing. But it soon turned out to be an impossible job.

There was a slow thud heard down the hallway. It was quiet, but you could tell the thing making them was heavy. They advanced closer, getting louder. You didn’t dare breathe.

The knob of the door started to turn, the creaking of the metal sending your heart into overdrive.

Then it stopped.

In the next moments the door burst open. The Hyde appearing in the doorway. It was just like the drawings in your book. Larger than life, two enlarged eyes, and terrifying teeth.

You cried out, kicking you legs as you tried to get away. The corner you’d put yourself in making it a fruitless task.

It crawled closer. It’s steps thundering in your ears. When it was close enough it reached out, pointing a claw in your direction. Gentler than you’d expect, the Claw moves the hair away from your face.

For a moment you don’t move.

Neither did the Hyde. It was to busy indulging in the sweet pheromones you can’t help but give off.

Then it leaves in an instant. Running out the door. A moment later you hear the screams of Wednesday and Enid. You’re paralysed, unable to move. You tell youself you need to move, you have to move, or else you’ll die here.

The thought doesn’t make you move. You’re still frozen on the ground.

But the thought of Tyler, sat alone and bleeding out, that makes you move. It makes you bolt actually. Soon you’re running around the downstairs, shouting madly for Tyler. You go back to the room he was taken into. Finding that the door is blocked from the inside. You try and barge it open. Your lack of strength being a major disadvantage in this instance.

You hear the Hyde growl once more along with the girls screams, that sound further away now.

After a few more tries you get the door open. Finding Tyler hunched over an open window, seemingly trying to escape.

You shout out for him, running over.

“Your hurt” you whimper. You can’t help but feel responsible. It could have been your scent that the drew the Hyde here.

“It’s just a scratch.” He tries to downplay the severity of his wound. Three large gashes lay across his chest. Self inflicted or course.

You can only fuss over him as the two of you escape the mansion. As you make your way back to his car you bump into Wednesday and Enid. The two look pretty shaken up. Well Enid does. If anything Wednesday just looks more pale.

“What happened?” She asks, in her usual monotone voice. Despite being chased by a Hyde.

You explain the Hyde attack, missing out when the two of you shared intense eye contact.

“We should split up. Me and Enid will go to the sheriff. You take care of Tyler.”

Her tone leaves no room for argument. Before you can, she’s left in the direction of Jericho with Enid trailing behind. You forget how expendable Wednesday treats her friends.

You take Tyler to his car, helping him into the passenger seat. You’d driven before, just not to the level of getting you license.

“We need to get you to a hospital.”

Tyler turned to you, his best hurt puppy look on his face, designed to induce pity, “No hospitals. Take me home.”

You agreed and started driving. With his help directing you, you started to make your way to his house.

Tyler tried to keep the smirk of his face. The two of you would be at his home, alone. His father would be kept busy with Wednesday.

And he could have you all to himself.

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save-the-villainous-cat · 1 year

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Hey! i hope youre having a great day🌷🌷

Could you pretty please do some angst?? I'm craving for something that'll make me hold my breath and make me so nervous that I'll forget my name. Just pure and raw angst. Maybe something involving betrayal and torture?? That's up to you!!

luv u <3, your writings just *chef kiss*

(sorry for any grammatical mistakes, english is not my first language😅)

“I believe that of this moment, you’re the only person that could possibly understand me,” the hero whispered, quite too aware of all their weaknesses right now. It was dark in the villain’s lair and the whole ambience started with spooky and ended with mysterious. The hero knew what they asked for was impossible to impose on a human.

That’s why they had turned to the villain.

For half a year they had waited to bring this up. It had simmered in their mind and consumed their sleep. They felt sick for coming to the villain with this. They felt sick just thinking about this.

Their enemy toyed with a pointy and slim knife, skilled fingers doing lazy tricks carelessly. The hero knew exactly how painful those blades were.

“Okay,” they said, leaning forward, “let me get this straight. You want me to kill your boss? The superhero? The big shot? The person who raised you?”

The hero swallowed, feeling the dreadful pain punching in their stomach.

“Yes.”

“Because they may have taken international prisoners illegally and tortured them?” The villain didn’t sound convinced. They didn’t even sound interested which was, quite frankly, a problem. The hero had hoped to bait them with the promise of revenge and power. “Is there any proof of that?”

“I’ve seen them, yes. The prisoners, I mean.”

“Ever thought of talking it out?” The villain chuckled at their own question, quite aware that the hero was ranked too low to even exchange glances with the superhero.

It was true that the superhero had raised the hero but that didn’t mean that they had any advantages within the agency. Not to mention the public argument a few years ago. Ever since, the hero had found themselves at daggers drawn with their mentor.

They didn’t talk.

“Look, I don’t wanna get into this family business.”

“They’re not my family anymore.”

“Do you think I’m dumb? This is a trap,” the villain said. Their eyes were as cold as ice, studying every move the hero made, ready for a kill. Ready for anything. “You want me to get close to them so they can kill me.”

The hero swallowed the doubts, pushed back down the tears. If this didn’t work, then a lot of people would get killed. Chaos would rule.

“Listen, I don’t care how you kill them. Hire someone else or take care of them as a sharpshooter — it doesn’t matter,” they said. “We need them dead. For the sake of everyone living in this country. They’ve done questionable things in the past and I was dumb enough to believe that they would change. Actions speak louder than words. They pretend to be a hero but they’re anything but. While I was waiting, everything turned to shit. I can’t let anyone else get hurt because of them. A hero is supposed to help.”

They took in a long breath and sipped on the scotch the villain had brought them. The back of their throat hurt.

“I know how crude this is. And I know it is a lot to ask for. But at the end of the day, I’m afraid we don’t have a chance. Hell, I cried my eyes out when I realised this was the only solution. They’re too dangerous to be captured and sedatives don’t work on them. We have no choice. They will come for you, too.”

At that, the villain raised their eyebrows. They blinked.

“Oh, really?”

“Haven’t you noticed how crimes are dropping? That villains are disappearing?” The statistic was scary. Even for a hero. People with superpowers were vanishing everywhere. “They’ve become a rotting criminal. No offence.”

The villain hummed, a smirk on their face. They seemed much too amused for a topic that was causing the hero’s innards to turn.

“You’re the only one who can defeat them,” the hero said when the villain didn’t speak further. The tears were swelling up again. It hadn’t always been bad. The superhero hadn’t always been bad.

“You really think that?” the villain asked. They leaned forward in their chair, their hands still fidgeting with the weapon. “Do you think I’m scary, little hero?”

The hero was too short on vocable creativity to describe the sound of their voice. The closest word was probably flirty.

“A bit, yes.”

“Hmm.” The villain seemed to be satisfied with that answer. Swiftly, they stood up and reached for the hero’s cheek, wiping away a single tear with their thumb. “That’s quite a mess you’re in, huh?”

The hero leaned against the villain’s hand, savouring the touch.

“Yeah,” they rasped. The villain came even closer, their nose almost touching the hero’s cheek.

“You’re so pretty…” they said, completely entranced. “I’ll help you but after that, I want you to be mine.”

The hero didn’t hesitate. “Deal.”

The superhero died two weeks later. The press said it was a quick and painless death but there was no denying that that didn’t really calm the public. The funeral was short and simple with little room for nosy reporters.

No one knew the killer and being aware of someone who was capable of destroying the strongest superhero on earth was a little more than upsetting. Somehow, the agency managed to keep everything under control, staying reassuring and hopeful in a time of need.

What the villain didn’t know at the time of the killing was that their action made the hero the head of the agency.

“Enjoying your promotion?” they asked the hero sourly the night after everything got released to the public. The hero took in a deep breath.

“I don’t have time for you right now, I’m sorry.” They searched through endless documents, signing them, rearranging them. It was robotic how they went through each paper.

“I’m not here for that,” the villain said. If it was possible, they looked even scarier than usual. “You fucking used me.”

“I didn’t know they had changed the election rules,” the hero responded. “Do you think I wanted this? Do you think I wanted this responsibility and all the work—”

Tears formed in the hero’s eyes again.

“God, why did they make me the leader?” The hero swallowed a sob. “It doesn’t make sense…I didn’t want this—”

“You used me,” the villain said again, their expression getting darker. All they could see was the betrayal and the backstabbing. They’d been so clever, so sure of this. They’d hoped the hero would join them but no, they’d become a more powerful hero. The most powerful.

“I didn’t use you,” the hero said. Tears ran down their cheeks, desperate for some security. “Please.”

They walked around the table, reaching out and grasping the villain’s clothes, holding onto them as if they were their rock in an unforgiving sea. Sobbing into their shoulder, they searched for every possible contact.

“I don’t want this,” they whispered, their voice only cut off by broken gasps and the rising guilt in their throat. “Please. I don’t want this. This can’t be happening. It’s too much. Please, I need you.”

The hero almost slipped but the villain caught them clumsily, holding them to their chest in a comforting manner.

“Shh,” they said, rubbing the hero’s back. “It’s a lot, I know.”

And suddenly, the murderous thoughts got replaced by a memory. The villain was reminded of the time when they’d lost their parents.

“Please help me,” the hero said, rubbing their face into the villain’s suit. “I can bring you into the agency, I can give you power, just please help me.”

The villain contemplated. The hero was so desperate and alone…Guilt was eating them up and everything inside the villain tossed and turned. Every natural instinct rebelled and fought but it didn’tmatter. The Villain had made their decision already.

Compassion overwhelmed them. They’d never felt something like this before. Something — the hero made them weak. Seeing them cry, seeing them desperate and upset…there was no use fighting this. Feelings were always dangerous but now with the superhero out of the way, things could be easier.

All the villain had ever wanted was to protect their family. That had spiralled into this great mess that their life was. And maybe, the hero could fix that. Maybe the hero could help them and give them a fresh start.

They kissed the top of the hero’s head.

“I’ll join you,” they said, smiling warmly.

“You would do that for me?”

“Yes, darling. Besides, being a hero is probably not that bad.”

It was worse.

The villain cried out when the hero stabbed their thigh. It was sharp and painful and probably had cut deep enough into their flesh to touch bone.

The tears were quick to follow; a waterfall of salt as suffering surrounded the villain. It was so bad, they were ready to give up here on the spot. A week ago the hero had started to prepare for war. Allies had turned into enemies which had led to several attacks across the whole country.

City after city had turned into ashes and the hero had been willing to sacrifice every life for their great plan. We need to help. Our neighbours need us.

The words echoed in the villain’s mind, making them cry even more. You and I. We were born to be leaders.

No matter how much the villain had begged them rethink their plan, to come back to bed and relax, to take the day off with them, no matter how hard they’d tried, the hero hadn’t given up.

“Darling, it doesn’t have to be like this,” the hero said gently, tilting their head. They seemed to be unbothered by the flames around them. By the screams and the burning buildings. “Stop resisting me, my love.”

The villain tried to stand up but their ankle had been shattered throughout the fight.

“You knew it, didn’t you?” they wheezed. Tasting blood, they spat on the ground. “You knew that if the superhero died, you would get the position.”

“I did,” the hero confessed. They looked at the scene around them and had the audacity to look hopeful, proud even. “But I didn’t ask you to kill them because of that. Don’t you see? It’s our responsibility to help people. They were torturing people.”

“And what are you doing? Look around you,” the villain screamed. “You’re mad if you think this will bring peace.”

The pain was overwhelming. The villain didn’t know how much blood they had lost but judging by the ground, it was a lot.

“Have you seen the statistics?” the hero asked. “The poverty and the amount of crime in other countries— have you seen the misery?”

“Do you see the misery?!” the villain shouted again. “Fucking look around you.”

“I’ve made the calculations. Sacrificing our country is worth it when we can save our neighbouring countries. You and I. We have brought wealth and happiness to everyone here. We can do it again,” they lowered their weapon, offering a hand and the villain just stared. Stared at the hand. Stared at the horrible decisions.

They should’ve seen it coming. They should’ve killed the hero when they’d had the chance.

And yet, the villain looked into the same eyes. The eyes of someone who had wanted to help prisoners, someone who had overcome themselves for the greater good. Someone who had thrown their morals away with good intentions.

Someone who had never found their morals ever again.

“You’re a monster,” the villain said. A sob escaped their mouth. “I thought I loved you. Fuck, I really thought if someone could help me change, it would be you.”

“We’re heroes,” the hero mumbled.

“Actions speak louder than words,” the villain reminded them. “You taught me that.”

With their last strength, they managed to get a grip on the hero and tackle them to the ground. The hero made a pathetic sound when their head smashed into the ground.

“Fuck,” the villain said, breathing heavily. It felt like there was blood in their lungs. “I really did. I really loved you.”

And before the hero managed a response, the villain took their knife and pushed it far enough into the hero’s chest to make the breaking of their ribs a sound. The hero tried to grab them, tried to hold them, push the knife away but they just ended up cutting their hands, losing even more blood.

By now, the villain was sobbing, the shock infiltrating their mind and the feeling of the hero’s crumbling life running through their fingers dawning on them. When the hero’s movements stilled and their breathing stopped, the villain intertwined their fingers.

For the last time, they kissed the top of the hero’s head. They knew they wouldn’t survive this either.

And they were glad they didn’t.

#this is very long sowwy #dunno if this is worthy of your ask 😭😭#arghhhh I need more timeee #pls ignore the mistakes I made—#writing snippet #heroxvillain snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroes and villains #hero #villain #heroxvillain #hero x villain #request #an answer for an ask #angst #whump #kinda—

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nami-healer · 3 months

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Angin

Summary: Vera is just looking for a little fun, though she's about to end up with more than she bargains.

Words: 494

Age Rating: 16

Vera's regular club, while profitable for her, was disgusting. Absolutely somewhere you should never take a blacklight to. Somehow it attracted assholes with money, and that was enough for her to be a somewhat loyal patron. Hell she even knew the staff at this point, some of them even helped her rob the particularly foul blind.

The beat of the club pulsed around her, the bass vibrating through her core as she leaned against the somewhat sticky bar, only sacrificing her left elbow against the surface. Her right hand held an overly cutesy, fruity concoction of sorts, Trek, tonight's bartender, knowing her game, prepared her the swirling blue and silver drink to help her with her act.

It was an old game she was playing tonight, one that caused Trek's favourite shitshow. She enjoyed the free drinks, and ditch when it was time for their repayment. Eventually her gaze was drawn to the small vip section; there had been many winners found there previously. Tonight's VIP is one that seemed to literally be glowing though she couldn't see anything of the mysterious figure other than his disgustingly, well shined Oxford shoes.

With an imperceptible half shrug, Vera pushes herself off the bar to saunter over, if she wasn't his type she had others she could easily hustle with the bat of an eye.

“Vera!” her name was spat urgently, anxiously, through sharp fangs behind her in warning. Trek groaned as he realized he was too late, Vera was too far away already, his warning melting into the noise of the bar. Silently, leaving her to her fate, Trek turned wondering if she'd end up as another stain on the floor to ignore. If asked he would say he tried, but no sane soul goes anywhere near an Overlord in the mood that one is in.

As she stalked the outskirts of the packed dance floor, Vera managed to get a better view temporarily of the inhabitant in the booth. It was a tech demon of some sort, he had some sort of flat screen TV for a head, he was lounged staring out at the club with unamused disdain as if looking for someone. He was familiar somehow, she mused as she rounded his table, but Vera couldn't place where she'd seen his face.

“You look lonely” Vera pouted a little, swirling the liquid in her glass making the untouched drink shimmer, before looking up through her lashes to give him a small enticing smile, and purring “How about a little company?”

Vox eyed the sinner that dared interrupt his night. Taking his time to give the audacious sinner a head to toe once over, deciding he liked the brazen bitches figure he smirked, gesturing crudely at his lap “This is the only free seat Darling”

“Call me Vee” Vera smirked, stepping up to his challenge, swinging her leg over his thighs to perch comfortably on them. “It's what my friends call me”

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@timeslugarts I lied about maybe writing and needing more information apparently. I hope she's not too outside of what you imagine her to be. This kinda just fell outta my brain while looking at your art, so it's shorter than my plotted stories I'm sorry about that.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #vox x reader #hazbin vox #timeslugarts

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fatuismooches · 1 year

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HIIII ITS 🎐 ANÓN HERE! I HOPE YOURE DOING AMAZING CUTIE PIE MWA MWA! I’m writing this pretty late but fragile reader who used to paint in their free time before getting sick. Which they were praised for back when they could, but nowadays since they have trouble moving and need to depend on the clones, they can’t draw or paint anymore…which makes them sad since they would really want to draw something for Dottore and the clones, but even picking up a pen is difficult nowadays…I can imagine fragile reader has tried to draw something but, their hands are so shaky the most they can draw now are simple figures like stick men…if anything it looks more like a 5 year old did it than an actual adult…and one day they tried to draw but to not luck…so they just crumble up the paper and throw it to the side. Unaware that one of Dottore’s clones was watching. So once reader is put to sleep, the clone picks up the wrinkled piece of paper to see that they actually tried drawing a few random things, but they tried drawing Dottore most of all…and a few clones! Which is impressive with how shaky their hands are now. The clone shows the “masterpiece” to Dottore, who just stares at blankly, but internally he’s actually surprised reader could even do that…he could still recall how lovely they used to draw before they got ill…and how they actually even promised to draw him…so Dottore takes the wrinkles up paper and tells the clone to go back to work. But, as he does experiments/paper work (idk), he looks back on the drawing, which does look like it was drawn by a 5 year old…but yet, Dottore can’t help but feel glad somehow…seeing that despite the fact reader is so ill, they continue to think of others despite their condition…which he can’t help but fold up the paper nicely and put it in a drawer for safe keeping.

Anyways I got lazy at the end but take this is a small Drabble! I’m sorry if it’s not the best ;w; It was a random thought I made up since I’m an artist myself and I couldn’t help but have to write it! I hope you enjoy reading it though! I LOVE YOU SMOOCHES MWAH MWAH KISS KISS CHU CHU!! ❤️❤️

🎐-Anón!!!

OH MY GOSH CUTIE PIE I LOVE THIS!!! THANK YOU!!!!!!!! IT IS LITERALLY THE BEST DON’T U DARE SAY ANYTHING ELSE. I WAS JUST LIKE :DDDDD THE WHOLE TIME READING OMFG

Associating with the arts was always a daunting task if you lived in Sumeru. Dancing, singing, drawing, hell, even writing was looked down upon if it wasn’t academically related. And while you did face a large amount of side eyes and tongue clicking from the Akademiya folks, there was surprisingly a great number of people who enjoyed your art, and you were immensely grateful for them. But no one quite inspired you as much as Zandik.

You were honestly baffled when he didn’t turn his nose up at your paintings. You had kept it a secret from him, hidden drawings in a concealed compartment of your shared dorm, but he still managed to find out, when you were so into your painting you did not realize his arrival. You thought that considering how much of a man of science he was, he'd think that painting was a waste. But you were wrong.

That was so long ago, it hardly mattered now. After all, reminiscing about the old times only served to make you more downhearted. What good was it when it was just a painful reminder of what you could not do anymore? The simple action of gliding pen against paper had become an activity that you started to dread. Your shaky hands always produced what you desired least, crude stickmen and doodles littering the page you’d wasted. It looked like a child’s mindless scribbles, and you sure felt like one after all your unfruitful labor. It was no use, you decided, throwing it into the trash. You simply weren’t in the same state as you were before.

You go to sleep tired as usual, and a clone is cleaning your room as usual. There is never much to clean, but Prime had made it a rule to keep your quarters as clean and spacious as possible. Needless to say, the clone is surprised to see a lone crumpled ball at the bottom of the bin. He can’t help but be curious - all of the clones crave to get to know you on a personal level - and is surprised at the painstakingly drawn art. The segment can tell you erased a copious amount of times, from all the wrinkles and barely legible lines. Yet he knows how great a feat this is, considering your condition. The rough art can’t help but make him grin too - he can still recognize some of his fellow clones and his creator despite the lack of proportions.

When Zandik sees the image, a sense of surprise but also relief flows through him. Surprised that you still managed to pull this off, and relief that you are still yourself despite everything that has happened. He knows that your body has changed, but he doesn’t want you yourself to change. Though the drawing may seem distasteful to anyone else, he is content.

You are still trying, and he shall too. He swears that you’ll be able to deliver that painting you promised to him centuries ago.

#smooches talks #🎐 anon #fragile reader <3 #dottore love notes <3 #UR LITERALLY A GENIUS STOP #I LOVE LOVEEEDD THIS

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Ch. 2: Immediate Murder Professionals

The Next Day at the Imp City-

The Chapter starts at the I.M.P building that recides in the Imp city in Pride ring. The sound of the busy streets can be heard in the background.

The scene transitions to a closed door labeled "IMP Headquarters", with a crude sign made from a sheet of notebook paper that reads, "Meeting in progress" with a smiley face drawn next to it. Inside, Blitzo is walking in front a whiteboard on the wall as he lectures his employees

"Alright. Now, I know business has been... a bit slow lately, yes. It's no one's fault, okay? I'm not naming any names here.." He looks at Moxxie.

"Moxxie." Moxxie gives him an incredulous look in response.

"Now, does anyone have... any bright ideas on how we can get business drummin' up again?" Millie leans over the table with her eyes sparkling. "What about a car wash?"

"We're in hell, Mills, no one gives a fuck about clean cars." Yn replies to her idea. Blitzo thinks for a second.

"Wh- Ooh! What about a billboard?" Blitzo waves his hands with an enthusiastic flair as sparkles fly out. Moxxie rolls his eyes.

"We can't afford a billboard, sir." Blitzo wraps his arm over Moxxie's shoulder.

"Helpful, Moxxie. Really glad you're in the room right now." He pushes Moxxie away.

"Have you guys forgotten what service we provide?" Blitzo turns on a TV that shows the I.M.P. crew brutally murdering people from the overworld as they are paid to do. Blitzo whacks a man in the face with a mallet, Moxxie is blown away firing a shotgun through the mouth of a man tied to a chair, Loona swings a man back and forth in her mouth, Yn snaps a persons neck so that is spins around a few times before falling off, and Millie decapitates someone with a harpoon and laughs. Everyone is watching the TV, with Loona, Yn, Millie, and Blitzo eating popcorn.

"Ahh, those were the good times." Blitzo smiled.

"I don't need any reminding, sir. Considering you blew most of our salaries on an obnoxious TV ad last week. One that you then additionally paid to have run for a full three hours on a channel... nobody watches." Moxxie said.

"Uh, hey. Excuse me? What's "obnoxious" about a super-fun jingle, alright? It's a fun distraction when an advertisement's spittin' bullshit!" Blitzo explained.

"People love musicals, sir." Millie added.

"That's true." Yn agreed.

"Exactly, Millie! And we're basically doin' a musical." He does jazz hands.

"Are you gonna crush my musical theatre dreams like my dad did?"

"Sir--"

"Cause, right now? All I see is just my dad's asshole talking to me! Crushing my dreams of being who I truly am inside."

"Are you tryin' to crush his dreams, Moxxie?"

"Wow, Mox. That's fucked up, I thought you were a classy man." Yn said in a flirty tone.

"I-- What?" Mille leans closer to Moxxie in a flity way.

"I thought I knew you." She playfully sticks her tongue out at Moxxie as she blushes and rolls her eyes affectionately.

"I can't believe you, Moxxie!," She tearfully holds up an employee of the month plaque with Moxxie's picture on it. "After I made you employee of the month!" Yn chuckles while looking at the photo of Moxxie.

"Okay, sir! I'm sorry; a commercial jingle is not comparable to musical theatre. Nobody actually likes the jingles!" Moxxie said.

"I liked it." Millie supporting Blitzo.

"Me too. It was good." Yn added.

"Do not--" He points at Yn and Millie. "Do not agree with him in front of me!"

In the I.M.P. commercial-

"Hi, there! I'm Blitz! The "o" is silent, and I'm the founder of I.M.P.!" He gestures to the logo as it appears on screen, then disappears. Two pictures of Blitzo in different scenarios show while he speaks. The first shows he wearing two top hats through her horns, a monocle, and twiddling a fake mustache, while standing outside of a burning building with a sign that reads "Orphanage for Elderly Blind Newborn Dogs" appears. The second shows Blitzo wearing an angel costume at a coffeehouse happily throwing an empty coffee cup in a trash can, instead of the recycling bin right next to it.

"Are you a piece of shit that got yourself sent to Hell, or are you an innocent soul who got F**KED over by someone else?!" The commercial cuts to a demon guy wearing an Ohio sports jersey, giving a testimonial, while Blitzo holds a cardboard sign in frame that reads "Some guy who hired us!!".

"After lovingly killing my wife for f**king the delivery man, you can imagine my surprise when I wound up here, after the state of Ohio killed me! I really wish I could stick it to that yappy jogger who saw me hiding the body!" The Demon Guy Shares.

Blitzo is speaking to the camera and holding a grimoire, while Moxxie and Millie are arranging lit candles on the floor in a pentagram while Yn is putting guns and drugs into bags. While Blitzo speaks, his eyes narrow as he does a magical gesture with his hand and a flaming portal appears on the floor. Moxxie and Millie run off in surprise. She tosses the grimoire aways as she walks up to the portal.

"Well, luckily for you. Thanks to our company's special access to the living world, we can help you take care of your unfinished business by taking out anyone who screwed you over when you were alive!" He falls backwards into the portal. The scene transitions to a person with their arms crossed and a thought bubble appears depicting another person being crossed out as the commercial jingle vlavs in the background.

"~When you want somebody gone,~" A dead body falls near the person as they notice and look up.

"~and you don't want to wait too long~" Yn, Moxxie, Blitzo, and Millie are shown in a circle logo. Blitzo holds her arms out as Moxxie holds up her rifle, Yn holds a cane sword in a slashing motion while smiling and Millie holds up her spear. A letter "I" appears to the left of them, while a letter "P" appears on the right of them. The four together form a letter "M", thus spelling the initials I.M.P.

"~call the Immediate Murder Professionals!~" Yn, Blitzo, Moxxie, and Millie are inside of their building and Moxxie throws a grenade out the window. The four cover where their ears would be as an explosion goes off. A severed arm goes flying.

"~Hand grenade or cyanide,~" Blitzo is shown hanging someone with a rope as Millie finishes writing a suicide note and Yn is throwing bags of drugs around the room.

"~We'll make it look like suicide~" Blitzo is shown electrocuting someone, Millie is shown hitting someone on the head with a mace, Yn is cutting someone's limbs off and Moxxie is shown strangling someone.

"~The Immediate Murder Professionals!~" The I.M.P. logo spins around quickly as the scene transitions to Blitzo creating a portal to the living world in a wall, then jumping through it. He is followed by Yn, Millie and then Moxxie, who trips over the grimoire and falls into the portal.

"~We do our job so well,~" The four come up through the other end of the portal and adjust themselves.

"~Because, we come straight out from Hell!~" The I.M.P. trio suddenly look shocked as it appears they have accidentally teleported to a church in the middle of a service. A female preacher and the congregation look back at the demons in confusion/fear.

One bearded man, however, has his head laid back as he sleeps with earbuds in. Millie is shown struggling to remove a knife from a naked couple who are in 69 position, while Yn is covering Moxxie's eyes, and Blitzo examines a pair of panties.

"~We'll kill your husband or your wife~" Blitzo stabs someone tied to a chair repeatedly in the head while sporting a goofy expression.

"~We'll even let you keep the knife~" A quick sequence then shows the four assassinating their targets in numerous horrific ways, such as with a medieval torture chamber, riding a shark, burning someone alive, suffocating someone with a pillow, playing on a grand piano after it crushed someone, and using an electric chair. In the final scene, the four are hiding in a bush in a park and Moxxie is about to shoot a blonde woman looking at her phone from behind.

"~We're the Immediaaaaate... Murderrrrrr... Profession--~" Moxxie accidentally shoots a boy passing by, eating an ice cream cone.

"AUUUGH!" The boy collapses as Moxie looks on in shock. Yn, Blitzo and Millie turn their eyes to Moxxie in surprise.

"Wow, Mox."

-Time Skip in Hospital-

The boy is wheeled into a hospital operating room on a hospital bed by a doctor, a pink-haired nurse, and a blue-haired nurse

Pink-haired Nurse: "Doctor, he's not responding!"

Blue-haired Nurse: "Cool water, stat!" The pink-haired nurse whacks the boy in the face with a bucket of water, doing nothing but leave a large welt on his face.

Blue-haired Nurse: "It didn't do anything!" The boys tongue flops down from his mouth.

Doctor: "Dammit! I'm not losing another one." Everyone has their defibrillator paddles over the boy.

Doctor: "CLEAR!" They all zap the boy and he wakes up with a gasp.

Doctor: "Holy shit! It actually worked." Yn, Blitzo, Millie, and Moxxie are waiting outside the boy's hospital room. Blitzo is reading a magazine, while Yn and Millie comfort Moxxie, who looks devastated. The doctor comes out of the room with a clipboard.

Doctor: "He appears to be in stable condition, but he'll need surgery." He looks up from clipboard.

Doctor: "Now, what insurance provider do you freaks have?"

"The fuck is insurance?" Yn quickly stands up and punches the doctor through a wall. Outside of the hospital a window breaks and the boy's hospital bed flies out. The boy is unconscious in the bed, while Millie, Moxxie, Yn, and Blitzo are holding on for dear life as they plummet screaming to the ground. The bed is stopped by a rope that has become tangled around Blitzo's foot. Blitzo slams his face into the bed, the rope snaps, and they all continue to fall.

"~Kids die for freeeeeee!~"

Back at I.M.P.-

The scene cuts back to the boardroom. Yn, Millie and Moxxie are sitting across from Loona, who has her feet up and is watching a video on her phone of Moxie getting hurt

"I'd like to go on record and say that incident was Loona's fault. Dispatch is supposed to give us the right info on the target. It's very simple." Moxxie jesters to Loona.

"Oh, sit on a d*ck, Moxxie." Loona replied still on her phone.

"YOU sit! Sit on... a... and the... d-- DO YOUR JOB!!" Moxxie yells.

"Hey, now. We don't blame our screwups on Loona, okay?! She didn't do anything wrooooong~" Blitzo hugs and nuzzles Loona, who snarls at him in response.

"...Are you kidding me, sir? She's awful!" Moxxie insulted.

"She's not that bad." Yn said defending Loona.

"What?!" Moxxie yells, looking at Yn shocked while Loona smiles.

Flashback with Loona-

Loona sits at her desk, reading a magazine called "Monthly", Her desk phone rings with the sound of a cute puppy barking as the ringtone.

"Hello, I.M.P." Loona answers without even looking up from her magazine.

<Loona, I got stabbed! Call Yn or Mox-> Loona suddenly hangs up, disinterested in the conversation. Next, she is in Blitzo's office.

"Happy Adoption Anniversary, Loonie! I got you a little somethin'." he presents her with a gift.

"Is it a cure for syphilis?" Loona interrupted Blitzo figuring out what was in the present.

"I... Oh..."

"THEN, I DON'T WANT IT!" Loona snatches the present and angrily slams it on the floor.

"UGHHH!" A large swarm of spiders suddenly emerge from the present box and swarm Loona up to her neck.

"I'm sorry! It was spiders!" Blitzo is suddenly hiding outside of the office window.

"Goddammit." Yn walks over to Loona with a small box.

"If it's not the cure for syphilis, then don't bother."

"It is the cure." Yn said. She looks at the spiders, her eyes glowed yellow than red scaring the spiders away.

"It is?"

"Yeah." Yn hands her the box and she opens it seeing the cure. She hugs Yn while her tails is waving around.

"Now we can have some fun later~" Yn blushed heavy red at the thought.

Loona is then shown at her desk, watching an online video of Charlie performing "Inside of Every Demon is a Rainbow".

"Um, c- excuse me. Did you just fax me an ad for weight loss.?" Moxxie approaches her with a flyer for "Chub B Gone".

"No."

"Wha-- Why- Why would anyone send me this?"

"C'mon.." She looks up at Moxxie. "You know why."

The next scene shows Loona rummaging through the break room fridge.

"Whoever left the fucking... avocado salad in the fridge, I'm taking it, because I have the worst hangover right now!" Loona turns around to face Millie with a red box in hand as she shuts the fridge door with her foot. She rips off the lid and drinks the salad.

"Why would you drink on a work night?" Millie questioned.

"I'm hungover from this morning, dumbass!" Loona angrily responded back finishing up the salad. Yn and Moxxie enter the room and notices Loona with her box.

"Isn't that my lunch?" Loona drops the box on the floor.

"Y'know what?! I can't take this assault right now! I need to blow off some-" She kicks the box at Moxxie, knocking her out of the room and surprising Yn and Millie.

"-f**king steam!" She picks up Yn and moves her to the side. Loona runs out of the break room and out into the street.

"AAAAAAAAAAH!" Loona runs up to a succubus lady passing by on the other side of the street, pushing her baby in a stroller.

Loona kicks the stroller high into the air and storms off, while the demon lady stands there in disbelief. The scene transitions to Loona at her desk, telling Yn and Blitza about a caller.

"Blitz! Yn! That clingy, rich asshole is on the phone! Says it's urgent and wants to talk to you! He sounds a little DTF-y." Yn, Blitzo and Moxxie are standing by a water cooler. Blitzo throws his cup of water on the floor.

"Oh, GOD, it was one time! If we hadn't slept with that privileged asshole, none of us would have access to the living world." Moxxie stares in stunned silence.

"..You what?"

Flashback in a Bedroom-

Stolas is sleeping naked in bed. He is hooting like an owl and there are feathers everywhere. Blitzo, who is partially nude, walks away quietly with the grimoire in hand. Yn puts on her clothes and she cracks her back.

"How can a bird be that thirsty and kinky?" Yn question, she can feel her lower half of the body is sore.

"Got the booook, got the booook! Got this fuckin' heavy book!" Blitzo keep repeating himself.

Blitzo reaches Stolas's balcony and lays the grimoire on the ledge. Grunting, he attempts to step up on the ledge using the grimoire. Instead, the combined weight sends both his and the grimoire falling forward off of the balcony. Yn runs towards him and grabs his tail but she too falls off the balcony.

"Fuck!" "Oh- Oh, SHIT!!" Yn and Blitzo lans on the cake that Stolas's wife and her friends are having, splattering pieces of it all over them.

"Oof! Sorry, we fucked your husband."

"Sorry for the cake." Blitzo picks up Yn and runs off.

End of Flashback-

"BLIIIITZ! NN!"

"Yeah! Yeah!" Yn yelled back as she pinches the bridge of her nose and a hand on her hip.

"WE HEARD YOU ALREA-!" Yn and Blitzo are in his office, talking with Stolas, and playing with a bobblehead of Moxxie while Yn is sitting as far away from Blitzo as possible knowing that she's gonna hear some fucked up stuff.

"Sooooo, what can we do you for this time, Stolas?" Stolas is shown talking on his phone from a fancy mansion.

"There's a political candidate causing trouble up on Earth for a few of my associates. He's trying to convince people global warming exists."

"Doesn't it?!" Yn asked.

"Well... yes. But, more people die if nothing is done about it. And it gets lonely here~"

"Okay, well. Yeah, that makes sense." Blitzo replied.

"You know what happens when I'm lonely, Nn and Blitzy?"

"Oh boy... Here it comes..." Yn said as she is leaning back.

"God-f**kin'-dammit." Blitzo pulls his phone away and talks to himself.

"When I'm lonely, I become hungry. And when I become hungry, I want to choke on that huge **** of yours, ****** Nn's ****** and lick all of your ****, before taking out You're ******, and ***** with more teeth until we're screaming ****** like two FUCKING babies--!" Yn is looking blankly at a wall while clawing her ears out. Blitzo, who's visibly disturbed, on his phone Stolas name is listed as "creepy mouth (aka one night stand bird d*ck)" with a call total of 48 seconds. as he hangs up, a knock out noise plays.

He snaps his cellphone in half, smashes it with his desk phone, tosses said desk phone away, pulls out a blender, puts the cellphone pieces in it, and blends them. Blitzo turns and hands the blender to Loona, who was standing nearby.

"Eat this!" Loona drinks the blended cellphone mixture.

"And then y'know that bridge over the freeway?"

"Yeah?" Loona raises her eyebrow as she says.

"Take my car and sh*t off it.." Yn said intensely.

In the Meeting Room-

"Look, the point is, Loona is a valued member of our family, and we don't get rid of family." Loona looks up from her phone and briefly smiles, touched by Blitzo's words.

"We aren't a family, sir! You are the boss! We are the employees! You treat her like she's some troubled teenager! She's more like a meth-addicted homeless woman you let man the phones!" As Moxxie rants, Loona continues looking at her phone, slowly flipping Moxxie off.

"That is offensive! Without homeless people.." He walks over to window and raises blinds, "I wouldn't have HALF the joy and laughter I do in this life!" Blitzo puts his face up against the window, cracking the glass, and sees a homeless demon, looking sad and holding up a sign that reads "Money helps. Satan bless." A succubus is on her cellphone and turns away from the hobo. Blitzo smugly waves at him, before lowering the window blinds.

"While we're on the subject of "family", can you stop finding me and Millie outside of work?" Moxxie looks at Blitza annoyed.

"Come on, sweetie! It's not that big a deal!" Millie said with hand jesters.

"Overreacting much." Glass shattering noise plays as Moxxie makes a stocked face.

"Excuse me... WHAT?!" He looks at them both.

Flashback-

Moxxie and Millie are preparing dinner in their kitchen

"Honey, can you get me the butter?"

"Sure, sweetie." Millie opens the fridge door and finds Blitzo inside as he hands her the gross, viscous butter.

"Spoiler alert: the butter's spoiled!" Millie giggles. Moxxie throws the diced carrots into the soup.

"What's funny, honey?"

"Really impressive wordplay."

"WHAT THE--?! WHY ARE YOU IN OUR FRIDGE?"

Later that evening, shows a building, Inside their Moxxie and Millie are asleep in bed. The former is tossing and turning as the sound of a cat purring can be heard. Moxxie opens his eyes and sees Blitzo standing on him, looking him right in the eyes.

"Whatcha dreamin' about?"

"I was dreaming my parents were being murdered while Yn is destroying my and Millie's a**es, but now... I'd like to go back to that."

In the next scene, Moxxie is singing the end of "Oh, Millie", as Millie joins in on some parts. "~Of all the imps in Hell,~"

"~it's for her that I fell~"

"~It's for him that I fell~"

"~Oh, Millie~" They close their eyes to kiss, but Moxxie notices Blitza outside the window holding a camcorder.

"Are you fucking filming us right now?!"

Flashback Ended-

"Just... stop... doing that!" Moxxie scratch the table.

"I don't see what the issue is! There somethin' you don't want me seein'?" Blitzo shrugs.

"No!" Moxxie's eye twitches in anger.

"You a baby-wenner-hammer?" Yn and Loona snicker at the same time as Blitzo talks.

"Sir, what you say and how you act is totally INAPPROPRIATE!" Millie lays her hand on Moxxie's shoulder.

"Calm down, Mox! You're gonna have another panic attack!"

"I AM CALM!" Moxxie starts whimpering in anger while looking back at Blitzo.

"Shh-shh-shh. There, there." Millie pats his head.

"Look, I don't judge the boring couple stuff.." He motions his hands to imply sexual activity, "...you do outside work hours. So, don't... judge me!"

"Oh, I do judge you, ma'am! Quite a lot, actually!"

"Mox, he's our boss!"

"No-no-no, it's fine Mills, your husband is just... how do I say this without being offensive? retarded" Blitzo smudged.

"Does immaturely insulting me make you feel better about your sad, single life?" Blitzo leans towards Moxxie.

"It actually does." Loona then jumps in on the confrontation.

"The only reason you have a wife is because you're easy to manage!" She looks away from her phone to glare at Moxxie. Millie slams her hands against the table, looking at Loona with anger.

"No, he's not, you BITCH!" She flips Loona off. Loona growls at Millie.

"This is priceless." Yn leans back in her chair while eating popcorn, enjoying the show.

"Do not talk to my receptionist that way! She's sensitive!"

"Yes, I am!"

"You guys are all f**king a**holes." Yn, Blitzo, Moxxie, Millie, and Loona's eyes all widen in surprise. They look at Eddie, the boy Moxxie accidentally shot earlier. Eddie is lying on a table with three wires from a heart monitor attached to his stomach.

"Oh, shut up, kid! You're lucky to witness this!"

"Ugh, this company is such a mess!" Moxxie pinches bridge of his nose.

"Alright, let's get back to talking about my outfit."

"Nobody was talking about that, Blitz."

"Which is why I'm tryin' to get that ball rolling. So, how does it look? It's good, right?"

"Sure... Let's go with that.." Yn said.

"It's been a literal hell.." He detaches the tubes of the heart monitor, "having to pretend to be paralyzed so you f**ksh*ts wouldn't kill me! But, now I want that. I want death!" He points at Blitzo.

"You are a selfish, greedy clown. And I'm a kid! We're supposed to like clowns! Even the creepy ones!"

"Hey, now! That's not very-" Eddie interrupts Moxxie, intimidating him, "If I wanted to hear from a spineless jacka**, I'd rip out your spine and ask you some sh*t." Millie slams her hand on the table, the other gesturing at Moxxie.

"That's my husband you're talkin' to!"

"That's your husband?!" Moxxie and Millie snarl at Eddie, "I figured you for a sl*t. But, I didn't know you needed d*ck that bad!"

"And You!" He points at Loona.

"What? What about me?"

"Nothing. I don't talk to dogs. I'm a cat person." Loona gives a wide-eyed glare, whines at Eddie with anger, and goes back to looking at her phone.

"Wow. Y'know, kid, you are a huge piece of sh*t." Yn said.

"Yeah. He's kind of a piece of sh*t." Everyone in Union agreed.

Eddie looks at Yn, "Don't do it..." he points at him.

"You-" Loona's eyes widen as she receives a text message.

"Oh, f**k! Guys, I just got a text from our client! Guess he was the right target after all."

"Who?"

Him." Loona points at Eddie.

"Him?" Yn looks At Eddie.

"Me?"

"Yup." Loona responds smugly, without looking up.

"They wanted us to kill an actual child?"

"That's what they're sayin'."

"Well, Christ on a stick. I guess there is a God."

"АHHАННННН!" Before he can shoot Eddie, Yn makes fire slowly climb up Eddie's body, he screams as he's skin is slowly being turned into ash.

Yn lifts her hand making Eddie crashe into the wall, all of his skin gone from his body, he lands on the table while his eyes turn to Xs.

"Damn it, Lovely! I wanted to do that!" He throws his pistol onto the floor.

-Time Skip-

Then blood covers the screen, then reveals Yn, Blitza and Moxxie kicking Eddie's corpse, Millie stabbing him, and Loona recording everything on her phone.

"Y'know, folks? With this company, I really wanted to prove that we're capable of doing the same things anyone else can. Like killing people!" Blitzo and Moxxie are shown wearing full hazard gear, dismembering Eddie's body with a hacksaw and chainsaw respectively. Blood splats on the screen again, then shows the group by a dumpster putting Eddie's body parts in a garbage bag.

"So, from us here at the Immediate Murder Professionals group, we promise to settle your unfinished business or your money... is gone and you're never getting it back, and you can write us a bad review but we'll play dumb to it, because it's Hell and no one f**kin' cares." Blitzo hugs Yn, Moxxie, Millie, and Loona, the latter's phone flying out of his hands.

"Y'know, even though this kid was a target... he's still a child. And it's important that we handle this going forward respectfully." He wraps his tail lovingly around the group. The group all smile as the scene cuts to a newscast, showing Eddie's mother tearfully holding up a bad drawing of her son. A male news reporter holds a microphone up to her, looking disinterested. The headline on screen says, "Mom sucks at drawing own kid", while the ticker bar constantly reads "There is a missing boy! Yet another missing kid!"

"Please! If anyone has seen my little Eddie, please contact us at-" Eddie mother is interested by a bag full of Eddie's bloody body bag suddenly falls into her arms.

"OHHH!" Eddie's mother and the news reporter look up in shock as the camera follows their gaze. Yn, Blitzo, Moxxie, and Millie are shown looking down on them through a portal. Blitzo smiles and waves.

"You're welcome!"

"You're a sh*t mom, ya wh*re!" The four disappear in the portal as it closes.

~Ending with a Cut To Moxxie singing to Millie~

Previous Page: Ch. 1: The Hazbin Hotel

Next Page: Ch. 3: The Murder Family

Beginning: Front Cover

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puddleslimewrites · 1 year

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Peace Treaty

"Dip me."

"Huh?"

"Now."

Heroine took a step to the right and dipped her partner. Despite the abrupt demand, she managed to time it just right so that it didn't look too out of place among the other dancers.

When Villainess came back up, she had a sinister smirk on her face. "Oh, he's so suspicious." She laughed quietly to herself as Heroine spun her again.

On the other side of the dance floor, Villain and Hero weren't having nearly as easy a time.

"This Hero-Villain dance is bullshit." Slicked back hair and a nice suit did nothing to mask Villain's vulgarity. "Who taught you how to dance? Do you even know what you're doing?" He sneered as Hero fumbled his footing for the third time in the last five minutes. His dance partner gave him a sheepish smile.

Villain turned his glare on the girls dancing, effortless, across the room. "I know she's scheming. She better not ruin my date," he grumbled.

Hero gazed at him, curious. "Date?"

Villain grimaced, realizing he'd spoken aloud. He kept his next thoughts silent.

"Who's 'she'?" Hero pressed. "Villainess?" He turned to look, earning a sharp smack on the arm from Villain.

"Don't be so obvious!" he hissed.

Despite Villain's warning, Hero locked eyes with Heroine, who merely smiled and spun her partner, leaving her back to him. He'd only gotten a glimpse of Villainess's expression, but they both seemed happy enough dancing with one another.

A small frown tugged at Hero's lips. Villain hated that stupid kicked puppy look. He didn't believe for one second that Hero wasn't aware he was making it.

"Does she have to be up to something?" Hero asked.

"It's Villainess! Of course she's up to something!" Villain snapped. "You should know this. She's your nemesis."

"Is she? I thought we traded." He'd only been fighting Villainess on and off for about a month before the treaty was drawn up. They were familiar enough to know some of the other's tricks, but Hero hadn't gotten a good read on her yet.

Villain rolled his eyes hard enough to hurt. "We've only traded partners for the dance, moron." He scoffed and turned his head away so he didn't have to look at his partner's stupid face. "Why did I get the dull one?" Of all the heroes in this blasted city to get paired with...

Hero frowned even more. "Hey...that was uncalled for."

Villain shouldn't have looked back. He knew he shouldn't have. They danced in silence until the end of the song, at which point Villain dropped his hands from Hero's shoulders, gloved fingers fiddling with the cufflinks on his sleeve.

"You're right." His face contorted as if saying those words caused him physical pain. He cleared his throat in preparation for the worst. "I'm...sorry."

Hero stared at him until Villain regained enough composure to shoot him a hard glare. "What?" he finally snapped.

"Are you okay?"

"What?"

"Are you okay?" Hero repeated. In his defense, it was a rather unprecedented moment. Villain was well-known for a lot of things and being unapologetic was only second to crude language. (Hero honestly didn't mind. Villain definitely seemed more bark than bite, though he wouldn't dare say that to his enemy's face.) An apology as sincere as the one he'd just gotten was the last thing Hero - or anyone else for that matter - would have expected to come out of his mouth.

Villain worked his jaw with a look in his eyes that Hero could only describe as murderous intent. Light chatter filled the air as the musicians took a short break.

Villain pivoted on his heel, heading straight for Heroine and Villainess.

"You-" Villain jabbed his forefinger into Heroine's chest, "-need to take your idiot back."

Villainess slapped the offending finger away and ran a hand over the fabric of Heroine's dress as if to remove any taint from her colleague's offensive gesture. "Hands off," she warned. Her eyes narrowed dangerously as she took the brunt of Villain's stare.

Villain rolled his eyes and declared, "This dance is over. We're leaving."

Villainess raised her eyebrows in an exaggerated show of disbelief. "Already? Was he that bad?"

Villain glowered at her just as Hero finally caught up. He'd taken his time, not wanting to anger the villain further by following too closely.

Villainess sighed. "Well...I suppose we've stayed our welcome." In far too natural a fashion, she turned to her date and kissed her on the cheek. Heroine stood frozen in shock, eyes wide and jaw slack.

Without acknowledging Heroine's reaction, Villainess blew a kiss at Hero. "I'll see you on Monday, hm? I've got the perfect plan cooked up for you." Her smile was content as she calmly followed after Villain, who was already picking his way through the crowd to leave the hall.

#puddleslimewrites #heroes and villains #hero x villain #heroine x villainess #villain is soooo deep on denial #oblivious x oblivious #tsundere villain #flirty villain #oblivious hero #these four have set up camp in my brain #Villainess has Plans™#oh wow this is longer than I thought #hero x villain community #writing #writing snippet #snippet #hero and villain

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yvtro · 1 year

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Sorry, I'm sure it's come up in the past but I don't know if it's specifically tagged: Could you describe what you dislike about Cheer? I have issues with it too but I always see people say it's bad but never get to see why, so I'm curious if it aligns with my own interpretation.

tldr, it's all about classism and how it sticks to retconning jason's robin days to make him an 'angry robin,' a take on his personality that was never true in his original characterisation (i talk about it a bit here). not only that, the story even adds up to the already exisitng paradigm to make it look like jason didn't even care about being robin. no one has ever went that far before.

so let's talk about these flashbacks.

in general, they just widely fuel the narrative that frames jason as a “wild” child from the streets who is drawn to violence. the fact that alfred has to tell him that “he should be training or else bruce will be displeased” is so massively out of character for everyone involved. then we have jay saying ugh robin. so not badass. why can’t I just be batboy– which i will not even comment on. jason’s love for robin and how diligent he was in practice were one of his most important traits in the original run. and here? they make him treat robin like a joke, disregard the legacy, and even make some crude comments about dick too. he doesn't even seem to understand the concept. on top of that, he is also fascinated with guns, which is once again adding up to the whole rhetoric that he was always doomed for life as a criminal. this all happens within like the first half of the first issue.

now, to the current timeline and the whole storyline, which:

1. is once again based on the concept of the war on drugs (please spare me all the “it’s a supervillain, it’s not the same,” because the reader WILL and is supposed to draw references to jay’s family background,) and, among the others

2. has jason arguing that a petty thief deserves death because he will never stop. jason todd, whose first meeting with batman was stealing his tyres, and who had enough of social awareness as a child to know that being labeled as a criminal for trying to survive is not right. who was also sensitive and compassionate enough to never hold a grudge toward his neglectful parents (the 80s iterations of catherine and willis todd were not outright abusive, the fact that they couldn’t take care of jason was in many ways caused by the circumstances). jason todd, who died trying to save a woman who was as morally corrupt as they come. but apparently none of that matters in that continuity.

enter bruce, the 1% bruce wayne, who has to wealthsplain to jason that poor people deserve a chance to be rehabilitated. bruce wayne explaining that to jason todd who was homeless as a child, and about whom bruce said that he needed to take him off the streets so that he won’t become a criminal. bruce, who obviously is not plainly classist, but who also doesn't have even an ounce of experience with poverty that jason has. okay.

and see, the thing is, i am willing to compromise with the modern take on jason and agree that it would be interesting for him to come close to what he sought out to destroy. it's not the most novel, but i could see jay who detaches himself from his kindness for the sake of survival. this version of events is ugly, it’s sad, it’s a bit questionable, but dramatic irony makes it appealing enough. (and there's still space for character development there, for jason to realise it) but this is not what zdarsky is doing in 'cheer', since jay's robin days are even more bastardised than they have ever been before. he is shown as some hopeless cynical beast of a child rather than an idealist, a tender-hearted kid that he was.

and then there are also the 'death in the family' flashbacks, which perpetuate the concept that jason got killed because he "did not listen." the flashbacks in which jason solemnly informs the reader that he never trusted bruce nor did bruce trust him, and that "neither of them lived up to the idea of the dynamic duo." and that makes me wonder– if jason never trusted bruce, why would he be so shaken by the fact that bruce did not avenge him? in fact, why would he care about batman post resurrection at all, if his life as robin was so awful?

it’s all such an unnatural characterisation of not only him, but also how people who come from such communities are in general. coincidentally I just reblogged this post by @martyrtodd that I think explains it quite well. people from the lower-economic class tend to focus on giving back and form really close ties with each other. for jason to be so dispassionate about it and focus so much on violence even before his death is an obtuse concept.

#i'm very curious what your thoughts on cheer are though!#and no reason to be sorry i mentioned it vaguely before but that's it! happy to talk about it in more detail:)#i'm not going to lie i was simply not able to focus on b & j 's relationship there #because of how annoyed the whole set up made me #answered #jason todd #jay meta #dc comics

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dearestspirit · 1 year

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leaving

-> childe x gn!reader

-> slight angst, takes place in snezhnaya before he leaves for liyue, uses his real name as reader is somewhat unaware of him being fatui

-> wc: 837

-> note: honestly i'm not really sure what spurred me on to write this i just like the dynamic of like. lovers needing to part for some reason. i'm considering writing another part to this but i'm not 100% sure, i like this as it is. also please excuse my very loose knowledge of the fatui (also, sorry it's been some time since my last post! it's been a while since i was able to write.)

rubbing your gloved hands together, puffs of foggy air escape you as you breathe in the cold. harsh wind nipped at your cheeks. you take a moment to adjust your hat and earmuffs, making them snug. the trees of this forest towered over you, your boots crunching in the fresh layer of snow. the early morning sun laid a soft glow over the landscape. it had only just risen not too long ago, as you'd left home when it was still dark. swiping branches aside, you followed the crude map ajax had drawn for you on a note– he had asked to meet you there, stating he had something important to tell you. the 'X' he had placed to mark the spot was clear, but surrounding it were a bunch of doodles. a few hearts, a childlike doodle of him giving the thumbs up, and you next to him with a smile. shaking your head, you continue forward through the woods.

eventually, up ahead you can see ajax pacing back and forth. he's clearly lost in thought, tapping a finger to his chin. as you get closer, though, it's clear that he's heard you. his head snaps up at the sound of your footsteps in the snow, a grin immediately on his face.

"you came," he delights, chuckling a bit. "sorry that it's on short notice."

"of course i did." you tell him, stepping closer to him.

cradling your face in his palms, he rubs at your cheeks with his thumbs. "you're so cold," he mumbles, bringing you even closer to him. "do you want my coat?"

"no, it's okay!" you shake your head, feeling warmer already just being in ajax's presence. "what did you want to talk about?"

"ah, that…" ajax sighs, a bit of a forlorn look overcoming him. "i got an important announcement from work. i'll have to head off into liyue for a while."

"liyue?" you exclaim, shocked. "how long will you be gone?"

ajax's eyes soften, lips coming together in a line. "they weren't specific about it, unfortunately. but it's significant. i can't just not go, and i can't be late either. i'm leaving during the night."

it's as if you can feel your thoughts swirling, going much too fast for your liking. it wasn't that you needed to have him around constantly– it was just so abrupt. plus, who knows how safe his journey to liyue would be? you were well aware he was capable of handling himself in combat, but you couldn't stop yourself from worrying.

"hey," ajax's voice calls out to you, taking you out of your thoughts. he's whispering, and there's a faint hint of sadness in his eyes. "i promise i'll come back in one piece. you're not getting rid of me so easily."

you chuckle, resisting the way your lips curl into a smile. of course, you can't help but grin at his nature. "i know, i know," you sigh. "it's just… it'll be strange without you here."

"i'll write to you as much as i can. if i can…" he rubs at the back of his neck. "there's a lot of details that i can't share, but, either way. i'll find some way to keep in touch."

"you better." you teasingly scold, wagging a finger in front of his face.

with melancholy, he tenderly holds your hands in his own. his frown is prevalent. "let me walk you home?" ajax asks.

there’s something so hesitant in his tone. his thumbs nervously brush over the backs of your hands. it's as if he's worried that him leaving so suddenly would hurt you enough to make you view him differently. while you know there's nothing he should be concerned about, you know how much love ajax holds in his heart for those close to him. not just you, but his siblings too. it's always been clear that he dislikes being away from them for too long. still, he knows his job provides for them, so he does what he must. even if that means omitting certain aspects of what he really gets up to when off to work, he'd do it. anything to keep you and his family safe.

"so gentlemanly," you tell him, placing a hand on his arm to ease him. "don't worry, ajax. i'm not going anywhere. i'll be right here when you get back."

he nods, choosing to stay silent. he basically crowds his body against yours– a prevalent air of desperation in his actions. to have the knowledge that you're there, physically. real, occupying the space next to him.

at your door he presses a flurry of frantic kisses against your face, from forehead to nose to cheeks, to finally rest against your lips with a sigh. despite him being the one going off on a who knows how long journey, he tells you to be safe.

and then, as you shiver at your front step, ajax's silhouette disappears over the horizon.

#childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #ajax x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader

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tam-ezrac · 8 months

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[The City is located on the Moon: An Addendum]

Hello! It's your resident neighborhood Idiot, Did you ever want to possess some extra knowledge that won’t be relevant for atleast another decade?? No?

Damn, too bad You never had a choice, get [DATA EXPUNGED]

This post is an Unofficial follow up to Reddit(ew) user u/Evening_Giraffe_2744: "The City is located on the Moon" theory. Which posits the aforementioned title being true(no duh)

This post will work under the presumption that said theory is true and will provide additional information related to it(I sound so repetitive).

If you HAVEN'T read the post yet or need a refresher, go do that, else you'll be lost, and for everyone else, let's hop into this pit!

Alright so this post will (try) to answer 2 questions:

1-Where is the City (specifically) located?

2-What is the Great Lake(and any other detail I can fit in)

Alright, starting with the first one, please {LOOK AT THESE 3 PHOTOGRAPHES}:

Alrighty, the first two are pretty self explanatory, the one in red(left) is found within [LIMBUS COMPANY], both within the files and the downloading screen. And the second image(right) comes from Distortion Detective's very own Ezra!(it is very crudely drawn)

As for big old number 3? Well she's named Mare Imbrium and it's where the City located obviously! Don't believe me? Well watch this!:

As we can see in these 2 pictures, which I super imposed upon n'3, they fit decently well(and when I mean they, I mean the left one(sorry not sorry Ezra)) the only caveat being that both of them had to be flipped, tho I can definitely see it as a intentional choice on PM's part.(Plus it makes a bit more sense in the second question of this essay)

As a fun little bonus I'll even add the size of of Imbrium and by extension the City here(just don't expect this to be correct):

With a Diameter of 1145km(and assuming a circle)

We get a Circumference of ~3597.12km

Or an Area of ~1,029,677km2

If we want to find Volume(km3) we would need height(5km deep and 7km high cause of mountains) which gives us 12km of height

Add these into a calculator for a cylinder and we get a Volume of ~12,356,119.53km3

(The Diameter, Depth and Mountain Heights were take straight from Wikipedia.)

Now, correct me if I'm wrong, but I remember, somewhere, where it was mentioned by PM that the City should be either as big as Colombia or Bolivia, both of which fall very close to the Area(km2) that I have calculated, so unless this is confirmation bias, please correct me if I'm wrong.

Now onto question numero Zwei! What is the Great Lake??

It's Oceanus Procellarum, like, it's not even a contest, PM would have to actively blind themselves not to make it O.P. Like, do you see the size that lad?? Do ya know how big it is? If you combined all the Mares on this image you would arrive at around ~4,4 million km2 which is 2.3 million short of how big O.P is, with a whopping 6.6 million km2 it is twice as big as India, needless to say, it is chunky.

Tl,dr; [The City on the Moon] theory as alot more ground(or sea) to stand on then you can even begin to fathom.

Fun facts:

1-Mare can be directly translated from Latin to English as [Sea].

2-Imbrium translates into [Rain] making it's full name [Sea of Showers].

3-there is a Mare called [Mare Cognitum] that is located above Mares Humorum and Nubium.

4-the reason why I didn't show my math for the rest of the Mares and O.P is because I simply repeated the same thing as when I calculated Mare Imbrium.

Afterword: Hello, hello, it's your lovable idiot here, sorry I haven't been uploading my art recently, I've been trying to figure out how to use Spine(the program and my normal one)+binged the first 3 novels of [Dungeon Dive: Aim for the Deepest Level] needless to say its fuking goooood, highly rec. My next NON-art related thing will probs be smt along the lines of [Re:conceptualizing LoR and LCB Systems] so, uh, stay turned for that? Apart from that, have a wonderful day!

#limbus company #project moon #library of ruina #lobotomy corporation #lore #theory #moon #the moon #I'm gonna piss on the Moon #math #too much math #essay #writing

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yourtongzhihazel · 3 months

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Discrete Fourier Transform, or, How Voice Training Helped Me Understand Filters and Wireless Communications

Discrete Fourier Transform and its associated algorithm Fast Fourier Transform (FFT) is the backbone of modern communications theory. What is a Fourier Transformation? Well! We've all seen Fourier Fish, yes? (if not, go see it). Any periodic function can be approximated as an infinite sum of periodic functions (sines or cosines). In the case of Fourier fish, if you treat the complex plane as a 2-d vector space, you can analogize the real and imaginary components of the Fourier series as the X and Y components of a 2-d vector respectively and use (relatively tedious) vector arithmetic to compute a fish. Each arm of the spinning circle represents one incrementation of the Fourier series; the infinite sum of periodic functions. A Fourier transform, then, is the reverse process of that, and indeed, how you can turn any picture into a Fourier series.

In short, what the Fourier Transform does is take a big ol' mess (perhaps, a crude drawing of a fish (done in one line! (this makes it continuous and therefore analogous to periodic))) and extract from it the frequency components of the Fourier series, which you can then plug into the periodic functions in the Fourier series to get your picture. In Fourier Fish's case, how you actually compute the necessary frequency component for each point is a bit beyond my scope, but in short, it involves a bunch of integrals. As you might have noticed in the original video, the fish is drawn in time; the function is in the time domain. The Fourier Transform goes from the time domain to the frequency domain (little omega) or vice versa. The ability to do this quickly and with discrete intervals of a signal gives rise to the FFT algorithm and its usefulness in modern applications.

What is the voice? Its what your mouth and throat and vocal chords (and other stuff but im not a biologist (sorry!))do to make cute noises and that make me want to give out headpats, of course! But fundamentally, it is vibrations of the air. Your vocal chords vibrate very very fast (some 300-3500 times per second!) to produce a base sound, a fundamental harmonic, if you will. This sound then passes through the larynx which, like a trumpet, will have some resonant frequency that alters the base sound adding its frequency to it, a harmonic, and altering the sound, perhaps constructively and destructively interfering in places; like a filter. The sound travels up your throat and into your mouth which, depending on the position of your tongue, teeth, and other stuff, further shape the sound by added its fundamental frequency; a second harmonic! By changing the shape/position of the muscles in these areas, you can shape your voice!

[fig 1: two sine functions with different frequencies (green is omega=0.5pi. blue is omega=6pi) and their sum (red)]

Vibrations are periodic. Even the most croaky, rumbly voice is represented by air waves. We have just seen how you can turn any periodic function into an infinite series of periodic functions. The voice, more specifically, its sound, is no different. Therefore, it can be mathematically modeled. Likewise, your larynx and mouth can be modeled as modulators or filters of the sound, letting certain frequencies pass and eliminating others in order to produce your beautiful voice!

What is a radio? It is a form of wireless communication using electromagnetic radiation (EM) as a method of carrying messages without wires. The physical foundation behind the technology is fascinating involving some of the most beautiful equations known to physics (Maxwell's equations) but also the worst fucking math I have ever done in my life and I would rather not talk about it thank you not taking questions on that. So how do you get, what is essentially light, to carry your fart joke to someone in ohio? Well you need a base carrier signal, a sine wave maybe. Then you have to add your message on it. In AM (amplitude modulation) radio, you would multiply your message with the amplitude of the baseband signal (basically, how much voltage or power it is); in FM (frequency modulation), you modulate the actual frequency of the baseband signal to carry your message (don't ask me how to do that). Then that goes off to the antenna to find a receiver antenna through the aether. Once it gets to the target, it climbs down the antenna, through a filter which removes unwanted frequencies, a demodulator to remove the baseband signal, and voila! Fart, from ohio, in your earhole! Amazing!

It is, by and large, an absolute miracle that you, reader, can read this shit on your phone or puter or tablet or smart toilet or whatever. THe amount of bullshit that each layer does to send data is, putting it mildly, fucked up. All of it relies on the fundamental concept of waves being periodic functions which can add up linearly and can be broken down into different frequencies through the Fourier transform.

And I realized all this when I started doing voice training 3.5 months ago.

#mmp #I was not sober when i wrote this but i wanna find it later if i ever see something i did wrong which i most definitely did #fuck my baka life

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icedmilkmatcha · 1 year

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Uploading the first part of my first RK900 fic. Hope you like it! Check it out on Ao3:

You Missed My Heart

A human meets an android. And everything that happens in between and after it.

This isn’t a love story. It’s a story about love – or perhaps a retelling of what’s left of it.

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One: In the Beginning

A cosmic disappointment is what it was, at least in her memory.

She spent too much time aligning the freckles across his face like constellations beckoning to be noticed, adored; and that she did.

The cold grey pools of his eyes – an endless galaxy she could drown in, full of lightyears-old sparkles of stars that seem to never die out, not to her. If his stare was ice cold, she’d gladly freeze in the winter, basking in the snowstorm he had created for her. Everything about him was cold, from his touch to his presence to his soul. But all his eyes could ever do was burn holes into her skin with the way they lingered.

She remembered likening it to the weather when they first met. Flurry of snow on her hair and breathing out vapor from the cold. Or was it the cigarette half-finished in her hand? She doesn’t care for the insignificant details when he was the only memory worth remembering from that time.

“No smoking.” He had said, brows furrowed and face ever-so monotone. He sounded crudely offended almost, like even the idea of a cigarette is insulting to him, but his stare on the cigarette hanging from her lips remained intent.

It’s his eyes that took her by surprise. Those steel grey eyes colder than the weather that maybe it was his stare that sent the shiver down her spine.

“Public space. You can’t smoke in this property.” He clarified once he broke his stare and looked around the place. It was a barely noticeable garden just behind of the art gallery near the Detroit docks, a fairly quiet serene scene, except for the brewing hurricane between the two of them.

Finally she took it out of her mouth and replied, “Says who?”

“Says me.” He bit back, showing from under his winter coat his uniform jacket.

RK900. Oh. A Detroit Officer.

She didn’t even notice the blue of his LED when she was too focused on the grey of his eyes scanning her, analyzing perhaps? She didn’t know, and not that she minded when she had nothing to hide. She’s not a criminal, but with the way he was looking at her she might as well have been. Under his intense gaze, if it wasn’t so chilly she’d probably have melted into putty. She had noted that ever since that day, no matter how brief or fleeting RK900’s eyes looked into her, it was always just enough to burn into her skin, forever ingraining into it.

“Oh. Sorry,” she sheepishly muttered, perhaps his presence of authority rendered her shy and obedient for once, “I didn’t know androids needed to wear winter coats, since when do you get cold?” she added, half-joking, half-sincerely curious. Her response took him aback, but his face remained stoic. Unphased by the cold and the icebreaking conversation she had started.

“That’s not the point. You shouldn’t be smoking here anyway.” He felt himself getting impatient with her stubbornness and laidback demeanor getting underneath his cold plastic interior for the first time. Had his authority not mean anything to her?

“I always smoke here, you know. Never been a problem. In fact, you’re the one who came up to me. I should report you if anything, RK900.” She had drawn out his name purposefully, trying to get a reaction out of him. It didn’t seem to work though when his face and tone remained unchanging, but his posture moved closer towards her smaller frame.

Shit. Had she pushed her luck too far?

“Just because you’ve been doing it for long and nobody has said anything, doesn’t make it right. No smoking.” He reiterated, firmly asserting his authority over her. He was intimidating, she wasn’t going to lie, but she had no idea why he was making such a big fuss over the situation. Not that she would risk to figure out the consequence if she pushes his buttons even more.

With a swift movement, she puts out her cigarette and sighs in defeat. It was always this easy to give in to him.

He nodded in approval and seemed to relax a bit, his muscles softening and his intense gaze focusing on the view rather than her. She felt like she missed it. He stood a few feet away now, farther from the garden and leaning towards the railings of the dock, cold blank eyes staring deeply into an abyss she could never figure out where.

“New here?” she asked after what seemed like an eternity of silence. He hadn’t expected her to speak again, and neither did she. The silence in the air was far too embarrassing for her to bear and making small talk with the only human – or android – was the only way she could think of cutting through it.

“Yes.” He hesitantly replied, not caring for a conversation about his personal affairs perhaps. But as they’ve established, she is quite stubborn.

“Figures, this is the first time I’ve seen you. I would’ve noticed you sticking out like a sore thumb if you hadn’t been.” She continues, quite regretting saying the latter in case he would have misinterpreted it. Instead he tilts his head in a minuscule way to acknowledge her and had a glint of curiosity in his eyes with what she’d said.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” He asked her, tone not as hostile as before but still had that frigid commanding edge to it.

“You know… tall, android, wears winter coats perhaps just for fashion, minds other people’s business… That kind of sore thumb.” She joked, hoping to really break the ice this time and get her out of her misery.

He didn’t smile, he rarely ever does, that’s for certain. But she could’ve sworn that day a ghost of a smile briefly graced the handsome angles of his face. He says nothing instead and seems to ponder over something, he doesn’t seem engaging but something about his demeanor shifted, like he was more open to welcoming this unlikely conversation. He wonders if he should speak or leave, either options could end badly for the both of them. To this day she still doesn’t know if it had been unfortunate or not that he had chosen the former.

“Visited a peers’ event at the art gallery. I don’t usually go here. Told me I should make friends so I left. So excuse me for yearning some peace and quiet in this space.” He had blurted nonchalantly, perhaps a tad bit irritated when he caught himself spilling too much to her, a stranger he barely knew. But it’s not like he hadn’t analyzed her with his sensors from the first time he had seen her. How her coconut-scented shampoo lingered in her hair brushing against her coat or the chipped nail polish he thought was awful but she somehow managed to make bearable or the quick wisp of her vapory breath every time she inhaled the cold November air or the hint of tobacco on her fingertips that he deemed intolerable or the warm unquivering smile on her lips despite the breeze or the way the soles of her boots crunched up a bunch of snow as she kicks it away or the scarlet hue rising from her cheeks up to her ears, perhaps from the weather and definitely not anything to do with his presence. He didn’t know anything about her, and frankly, everything that he did know he had taken to dislike. It must be a system error in his programming that made him want to know her more despite it all. A fatal human flaw in his coding.

She half-smiles to herself in return, not expecting the stoic, cold, composed android to speak as much as he did. She was just as surprised as he was that he would talk to her still. Perhaps the thought of it made a blush creep unto her face. She hoped he hadn’t noticed.

“Then who are you making friends with here? The rose bushes?” she teased, smiling at him like a fool, a smile he’s never been given before that’s now a sentiment from a stranger. A stranger he definitely was sunken to know now.

“Not you, that’s for certain.”

“Oh, I already know we’re not going to be friends.” She thought she meant it that day, what she didn’t mean to do was barge into his life and leave traces of herself interlaced within his programming and biocomponents when she had said those words.

They really did not become friends. Friends don’t go to the same spot they’ve met every week with a book in their hands to read to each other. Friends don’t go into deep human-to-android cosmic existential conversations underneath the coldest starry night in Detroit, and when she asked if he ever thought he could feel now that he was a deviant they both were taken aback with the wild flash of yellow and red of his LED. Friends don’t acknowledge the silence of that aftermath. Friends don’t spend hours and hours arguing over art and politics and literature and etiquette or whether or not androids need winter coats or whether it was fair humans should stay out in the cold talking to an unfreezing being (they had decided, it wasn’t.) Friends don’t get concerned about their wellbeing as the other quits smoking entirely after that.

Friends don’t look at each other the way she did 6 months from that night, when she had asked out of stupid courage if he wanted to get the hell out of there and into a quieter (if that was even possible) spot that she knew, a glint of hope and adulation in her eyes that seeped out from her body when she absentmindedly tugged at his arm. She thought he’d mind and pull away, devastating her attempts even further. Instead, he didn’t. She thought she might’ve imagined it but in her mind she felt him pull closer. Friends don’t look at each other the way he did that same night, when she took him with his cold hard plastic arm clutched in her warm soft hands farther into the serene port area of Detroit and forgot to catch himself as his hands push away a stray snowflake landing on her eyelids. If his gaze could burn, his touch felt like hell. The kind of hell she’d blissfully be condemned to eternity to.

Friends don’t look at each other like they’ve just met after spending eternities searching for each other in different timelines and universes.

Or maybe friends did. And it’s just that some cruel, ironic, masochistic, yet logical part in his programming wanted to believe that she could never be friends with someone like him. Where there was cold, there he was. Her warmth proved she could never linger in a place like his. Being friends with her meant there would be fear residing inside his plastic and metal chassis, running inside his thirium. Being friends with her meant he would have fear, and he’s RK900, the most advanced android there is, and he doesn’t, shouldn’t, will never feel fear.

Until the moment her hands pull him closer, close enough for him to detect the rapid thump of her heartbeat, as if his was any better with the way his thirium pump could almost go wilder than it does when he’s on a mission. But this isn’t like his missions though; he’s never felt more at peace.

Perhaps he did feel fear. Fear that this was something else, something rattling in his chassis begging to come out after he’s caged it for so long, something boiling in his thirium after he’s suppressed it as much as an advanced model like an RK900 could.

“Nines,” she whispered, a name so foreign yet so comforting when it’s said so close to his audio receptors.

Nines. He liked the sound of it, or maybe it was the fact that it was rolling off her tongue that made it so much more appealing, much more sentimental to him. He’d never been called anything other than his model number despite deviating, having her call him something other than that made him feel like a semblance of a human being. He liked that, going by the way his thirium pump soars again.

Is it the fear? Or entirely something else? He wondered. He rarely wonders when he knows everything.

He says her name, and though he’s said it a thousand times prior, it felt so new sitting in his mouth, like his non-existent breath struggled to get the words out and his sensor-filled tongue somehow got compromised and tied.

“Is there something else between us?” she asked, and there she was again peering from under her eyelids underneath the thick coat of snow, the lake glistening underneath the pale moonlight, and the chilly breeze making her lip quiver slightly, he wishes he could lean in and shield her from it. He could, but there’s that damn fear.

For the first time, a question has rendered him speechless. He knows the answer all too well.

“Yes.”

But it’s all a memory, isn’t it? She’s sat by the same dock they were just at a year ago, the same weather and the same skyline and the same moonlight yet somehow emptier and colder without him, ironically, because he’s always said he was the cold in her life.

She lets the snow take her thoughts away of the memories of the taller, cooler, android and the distance between them even though they’re in the same city, just different lives apart now.

She lights up a cigarette for the first time again in a while as she remembers, bittersweet. For once she hopes she gets interrupted again with a pair of eyes and a silver-tongue. She has a preference on who (grey and metallic, she presumed.)

A cosmic disappointment, a human shortcoming. Like a black hole, a theory forever ingrained in her mind full of what ifs that are left unanswered as she never fully comes close to him; only barely but never quite there. She reaches for him as she gets lost in his space, too close, too much.

Now that it was all but a fleeting memory in her mind, she lets the nicotine leave a bitter aftertaste in her mouth as he had left a bitter aftertaste in her universe.

This is where it all began – the ending of it all.

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I just want to thank my favorite authors & creators in this community @pseudonymmcwriter, @dattebae, @chaos-thirium for being such amazing people & inspirations. I’m not near as great as them but the way they inspire us just <33 Much love to all!

#RK900 #rk900 x reader #Angst #post breakup #post canon #Nines #AFAB Reader #First Fic #dbh nines #DBH #detroit become human

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