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[snippychicke]

Deal with a Devil --Part One--

Fandom: Welcome to Demon School, Iruma!

Rating: Mature with hints to heavy/somber ideas.

Pairing: Lord Sullivan/Reader (human female)

Summary: You couldn't take it anymore. You had tried to do everything to make your life work and it refused. So, you made a deal with a demon. Things...went sideways from there. (AU, no mention of Iruma or Sullivan plans of adopting a grandchild. Could be see before the events of the series)

Warning for some heavy topics that are touched upon but not explored in depth. Will not update as regularly as For the Sake of a Smile.

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Summon

You had wanted a way out of your life. It was hell; no matter how much you struggled and strived, you couldn't make it any better.

You didn't want to give up, but you were at the end of your rope. 

One suspicious ad led to a rabbit hole that ended up in an occult shop in a back alley. It wasn't dark and spooky like you expected, but brightly lit and organized like any other boutique. 

"This one!" The cheery shopkeeper offered after you awkwardly explained your situation. They offered an old tattered scroll that had been in the glass case. A circular pattern encasing a classic pentagram with forign symbols framing it. "It will grant your deepest wish, but make sure you're willing to pay the price before you agree." 

It showed how desperate you were when you agreed to take the scroll, a couple candles, a handful of various crystals, and a dreamcatcher for the hell of it. 

You followed the directions to the letter, heart thumping as you pricked a finger to let six drops of blood fall onto the scroll.

The blood hissed as it hit the paper, black smoke curling into the air as you chanted the spell.

The smoke grew from a small puff to a large plume. A shadowy figure stepped out of the darkness - human except two golden horns on his bald head and large - pitch-black wings with a span that nearly filled your bedroom. 

"Who dares summon me?" The demon growled as he stood to his full height, sneering down at you with dark eyes behind small glasses. 

"I did," you replied softly but firmly, unwilling to show your fear. "I want to make a deal." 

The demon crossed his arms. "And what, pray tell, would a human such as yourself desire?" 

You had rehearsed this a hundred times, practiced everything in front of the mirror until you felt confident about every clause and loophole. And yet, now it fled all out the window. 

"I want a better life," You said instead, honesty filling your heart. "I've worked hard, gave every bit of myself to make things better, and I always kept failing. I feel hopeless, but I don't want to give up, because I know it can get better. Somehow. I know this might be cheating, but… I don't know what else to do." 

His arms slowly uncrossed as he knelt on one knee to look at you closer, his wings curling around you. "I sense your honesty. Most who summon me do so out of greed or hate, but your desperation and hope moves me. I will give you a better life, but you will need to someday fulfill my own request as part of our deal." 

You swallowed thickly. You had read about this. Demons didn't grant wishes without expecting something of an equal price. "What are your terms?" 

"I want you to be the mother of my children." 

"What?" You squeeked, face becoming warm as you blushed. Surely you misheard him. You? A mother? Children had been far from what you had expected the price to be. Your soul, a blood sacrifice, or something equally dark.

The demon smiled, and it wasn't full of simmering rage and hate, or dark pleasure. But a warm, cheerful smile. "I just really want to have children. I'd be happy with just one. And well, I haven't found anyone yet that would be a good mother. But I think you would!"

"I-I don't know the first thing about raising kids, let alone…" Birthing demonic offspring. 

"Oh! Don't worry, I have a ton of books on raising children! I'm also the Chairdemon of a very prestigious school in the Netherworld, so we would have plenty of resources."

"Would I even survive?" You asked, recalling horror stories. You could easily imagine a demonic baby killing its mother during childbirth. Or later. 

He tilted his head. "Survive? Of course! Nothing but the best prenatal care! I will make sure you are cared for and pampered!" 

It was probably a trick, a horrid twist in his words that you couldn't sense. But no matter how you combed through his words, you couldn't find a loophole.

"When would I need to… conceive." Would conception even be the human way? Your eyes roved down his form; tall, skinny… gangly really. Like his limbs were a touch longer than they should be. There wasn't a trace of a wrinkle on his face despite the rest of him giving off a vibe of advanced age, such as his white bushy mustache. 

Still, he wasn't… unattractive. Push came to shove, you could do the whole 'lay back and think of London' from Victorian times. 

It was the thought of bearing them that concerned you more.

And it was proof of how desperate you were for considering the deal in the first place. 

"When you're ready," He answered simply. "I want you to adjust to your new life first, and then we could discuss it."

Ahhhh. There it was. That was his game. As soon as you were happy with life, he'd come to ruin it. 

"When I am ready," You stressed, crossing your own arms. "Then we can discuss it further."

He smiled happily and held out his hand. "That sounds like a deal to me, my dear." 

Home

You should have thought about this. The demon--Sullivan-- never mentioned where your life would be. 

The netherworld. In a small cottage next to his own gigantic mansion. 

"I don't want you to feel like a prisoner," He explained as he showed you the small cottage that had the basics, but plenty of room for decoration. "Would you prefer your own money, or simply tabs funded by yours truly in town?"

"I, uh, don't know," You answered, rather gobsmacked as you slowly explored the house. A kitchen, sitting room, a study and bedroom. 

And a bathroom. With a hot spring-like tub that was calling your name. 

This was so much more than you had ever dreamt of. You had hoped maybe for your own apartment-- clean, livable, but nothing fancy. 

This… this was heaven. In hell. 

"How about both? That sounds fair, right?" 

You looked back at the demon, about to ask what the catch was, and then remembering The Deal. 

"I won't owe you anything… extra?" You cautiously asked. He smiled-- which was something he seemed to do a lot. Calm, cheerful, polite. Not at all like demons in the stories you heard. 

"Of course not! It's my duty to care for you, both as part of the deal and the fact you'll be the mother of my children! Opera can cook your meals if you so desire, I know they cook far more than needed usually anyways. Also!" He held out his hand, and laying on his palm was a small golden key on a chain that you knew hadn't been in his hand before. "This is the key to the mansion, should you ever want to visit!" 

"And… are you allowed to come and go as you please?"

"After today, I swear not to step inside unless you invite me." 

Taste

Months passed quicker than you anticipated. Part of you was struggling with the fact the Netherworld was both such a peaceful place, yet hostile as well. 

But, Sullivan made sure that you were safe no matter what. Protective spells lined the cottage grounds, and little black imps patrolled the area frequently, chittering happily when they saw you - especially when you allowed them to pick fruit from your garden. 

A garden filled with plants you had no names for but enjoyed anyways. Things that looked like tomatoes, potatoes, and other vegetables; dozens of berries and melons. 

You had to admit; even if you ended up hating things later, you were enjoying life right now. You had plenty of time to take care of your little garden, along with  read and research the different plants that Opera had assisted selecting. 

You had time for all your hobbies, and any interest you wanted to pick up. The stress of your life faded, as well as the anxiety caused by the lack of stress. 

You were enjoying life and expected Sullivan's cheery attitude to vanish as he swooped in to… hold you to your end of the bargain. Except, he didn't. It was like it had completely slipped his mind, and you were just his favorite neighbor.

----

The demon had to be six or seven feet, but was crouched behind the fence that barely came up to your waist until his nose and mustache were peeking over the boards. "Are those red devil berries ripe?"

You looked over to the small red berries that reminded you of a cherry crossed with a raspberry. You plucked a few of the juicy berries, carefully placing them in your basket before meeting him at the fence and giving them a handful. 

Sullivan was… dramatic. And you couldn't help but watch as he grew excited before plopping one into his mouth with a satisfied noise. 

"You grow the best berries, even Opera agrees!" He added as you opened your mouth to repute his statement. "Actually, your garden is absolutely beautiful, Suzy would be quite jealous!" 

"She's one of the teachers at your school, right?" You weren't sure when you grew to be comfortable talking with him, but you now enjoyed your conversations. Sometimes it gave you glimpses of the world outside your little cottage and the nearby town. Other times, it gave you glimpses into Sullivan's rather chaotic mind. 

"Devibotany," He confirmed, enjoying a second berry. "One of the Netherwold's leading teachers on our realm's faun -, though to be honest, Balam could probably give her a run for her money." 

"I think I have a few books written by them," You admitted. "They really helped…" You trailed off, frowning as you noticed juice staining his chin. Without really thinking, you gestured him closer and stood on your tip-toes to wipe the red stain away. "Silly," You chided softly, about to pull back and wipe the mess on your pants--already covered with dirt and who knew what else--  when he lightly grasped your wrist, bringing your hand to his mouth as he leaned down and slowly sucked your thumb clean, his golden eyes meeting yours. 

You should be outraged. Angry. Indignant. 

Instead, you felt your heart thump for a completely different reason as his tongue caressed the pad of your finger before he pulled away, his usual smile a bit more…

Devilish. 

You blinked and it was gone, replaced by his usual expression. "I couldn't let a drop of your hard work go to waste!" He explained with a sheepish smile. "Plus they are my favorite!" 

"Right!" You agreed despite yourself, wiping your thumb against your pant leg. But still, it tingled as you easily recalled the feeling of his lips wrapped around it. The slight graze of teeth. "I, uh, could pick some more and bring them over tonight for supper, if you wished?" 

"I couldn't ask for anything more, my darling neighbor!" 

Master

"Have you heard the Babyls Chairdemon has been in good moods again?" 

"One of the teachers says he has an Intended."

"No! Surely not! Lord Sullivan has been the Netherworld's most sought after bachelor since forever! Devi, has someone finally manage to catch his favor?" 

"I don't know, but I envy them if they had. I can't tell you how many times Sullivan has been in my daydreams."

You fumbled at the person's sigh, dropping the bottle of ink. Opera was quick, catching it before the bright color splattered the ornate rug of the shop. 

The cat-like demon held it out to you, barely blinking at your blushing face. "T-thanks," You mumbled, putting it into your basket. 

While you were free to come and go as you pleased, you had to admit you felt more comfortable tagging along with Opera when they went to town. They didn't seem to mind, and in fact would stop by your cottage to see if you wanted to accompany them most times. 

"Is Sullivan… really a Lord?" You asked after a moment as you trailed after Opera  and away from the gossiping demons. You had known Opera referred to Sullivan as 'master' but presumed it was because they served the role of butler, or something similar. 

"Yes, he is one of the Three Heroes: the three most strongest demons of the Netherworld, and the most likely candidate for Demon King," They offered bluntly. You had long gotten used to their matter-of-fact mannerisms, which was so at odds with Sullivan's attitude it perplexed you. 

"So… he's rich and powerful?"

"He is one of the richest, and currently the most powerful, demon living." Opera agreed. 

"But, if that's the case, why… strike a deal with me?" You had presumed that despite his wealth, his mannerisms scared would-be suitors away. But… now it sounded like he had more than a few chasing after him. 

"Master Sullivan is not looking for someone of equal status," They explained. "In fact, status means little to him. Power, wealth, fame, things most demons hunger for, he is tired of. He cares only for two things: the future of the Netherworld, and the students of Babyls." 

You recalled how Sullivan would often regale you with stories from either the students or faculty. It was easy to see his love and devotion. His dreams that you caught glimpses of through his words: a better Netherworld, where children were rightfully cherished as the future. 

"That still doesn't explain why he chose me." 

Opera fixed his golden eyes on you, "That you will have to ask him yourself." 

Thoughtful 

You ate the evening meal in the mansion most nights, just because you found yourself missing the company of other people. Even if your feelings towards Sullivan were mixed at best; he was the demon you made a deal with, who still hasn't received his part of the bargain.

But yet he was so kind, so nice. Such an absolute goof. It was hard for you to believe this was the same Lord Sullivan that the others were gossiping about. 

"I have a question for you." 

"Oh?" Sullivan replied, tilting his head as he gave you his full attention. 

"Why me?" You asked bluntly. "Why did you choose to mother your children? Is it simply because I'm human?" 

Sullivan's smile softened. "Not simply because you are human. I've met quite a few humans in my long life, but those who summon me are usually very demon-like. They care only for themselves; hungry for power, wealth, or riches. But, you were different."

Even after all this time, you had a seed of guilt for your actions. That guilt tinted your words with self-derision as you snorted. "Because I was a mess of a human taking the easy way out?"

He pouted as he moved to the seat next to you, his hand grasping yours. "I can sense a person's true desire when they summon me. Yes, you were desperate like the rest, but not with greed or envy. You were suffering, you had tried everything you could think of to fix your situation yourself, and had no one else to turn to. Your only hunger was for a peaceful life. And now that you have obtained it, you're satisfied. Your only fear now is me." 

You gulped, avoiding his gaze. How could this dork of a demon do that? Just take your inner self and lay it bare.

But what made your heart thump was how fascinated he sounded about it. As if… as if you were some amazing rare creature when you felt like nothing? 

"I won't force you to have my children," He spoke, surprising you. You looked up, expecting to meet his eyes, but instead his gaze was focused on your joined hands, where his long slender thumb was rubbing soothing circles. "I hope that someday down the line, you will be interested, but I realize now having your company is fulfilling enough." 

Words failed you. What could you say to an admission like that? You didn't need to question if he was serious or being truthful, you felt as if you knew him well enough to know he wasn't a liar. But… to give up on his dream like that? 

"So, you just want to be friends?" You finally spoke, and he smiled as he looked up at you. 

"Yes, I would like that very much." 

A soft smile spread across your own lips. "I think I can easily manage that." 

#mairimashita! iruma kun #Lord Sullivan #Lord Sullivan/Reader #Opera #welcome to demon school iruma kun

[samurairobotics]

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[shadow27]

"I have head explodey!"

I don't wear this #tshirt much. Not because I worry about Johnny the Homicidal Maniac freaking people out. But because it's a 90s full color print on black which means its like wearing a big latex rectangle on your chest and you sweat like a pig (pigs don't sweat, but whatever.) 

Anyway #jthm, #nny to his friends, was a #comic by Jhonen Vasquez of Invader Zim fame. JTHM started in #CarpeNoctem and then  #slavelaborgraphics published the comics of Nny and his pals Nail Bunny, Filler Bunny, Spooky the things that Squeeks, et al.

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[carnationcreation]

can you do 15 with reggie peters pls❤️

TITLE: 3 Simple Rules (Reggie Peters x reader) [MUSICAL THEATER AU]

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Request: can you do 15 with reggie peters pls❤️

Prompt/summary:  [Musical Theater AU] Reader has to explain the three simple rules of the theater to Reggie. (And also help him out of trouble)

Word Count: 1,411

Authors note: From my AU prompt list on Tumblr!

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There were three rules that came with being in the theater department at Los Feliz High School.

Rule One: No talking in the wings.

From the moment I met my co-star Reggie Peters at auditions, I knew he was going to be a pain to work with.

For example, he did not prepare an audition song. Instead, he broke out a guitar and took a request from Mrs. Harrison and wowed with his impressive vocals instead. His lines were half memorized and his wardrobe was not fit for the dance portion of the audition.

For Christs sake we’re doing NEWSIES!

The rehearsal period was over a month long and every week about thirty students crammed into the auditorium to relentlessly rehearse and prepare for opening night. 

My character, Katherine, didn’t dance much other than in King of New York. The big tap dance number I had to master next week.

A lot of my time was spent waiting in the wings for my next cue. Unfortunately, so was Reggie’s. 

“Wait was that my cue?”

“SHHHHH!” I said, looking anxiously to see if the stage manager on the other side of the stage heard us.

“Oh come on,” he said, “they can’t hear me over the music.”

I rolled my eyes before grabbing his hand and dragging him to the hallway of dressing rooms right behind the stage. 

“Do you seriously not know anything?”

He looked at me confused.

“The rules of being in theater?” I said, when he shrugged I continued, “One, no talking in the wings. Two, no eating or smoking in costume. And three, always show up early or else you’re late.”

“I didn’t think this was that serious.”

I scoffed, “Why did you even sign up for this?”

He shrugged, “Mrs. Harrison cornered me in English and said she needed someone who could actually sing for Jack Kelly.”

I rolled my eyes, “You better keep your mouth clean. I don’t want to have to kiss someone who’s breath stinks every weekend.”

Suddenly, the door we just came out popped open.

“(Y/N)! It’s almost your cue! Reggie, what are you doing out here?” Julie whispered.

“Nothing. Let’s go Reginald.”

“It’s Reggie!”

Rule 2: No eating in costume

The snack table near the dressing room was kept stocked with lots of different things, and it was meant for those out of costume or stagehands since we didn’t get to eat dinner until afterwards on show nights. 

I’d never been a stickler about eating in costume considering I’ve done it myself numerous times. At least I was always careful about it though, putting on a jacket or blanket over me to keep stains from getting on the meticulous costumes our school would make.

“What are you doing?” 

I tried to keep my voice low, but the shock and panic that went through me when I saw orange smears on Reggie’s vest from the pack of Cheetos in his hand made it come out in a squeek.

He looked up at me frantically, “I forgot!”

I huffed in frustration before running into the womens dressing room to grab paper towels.

Reggie tried to take them from me when I came out but I slapped his hand away.

“You’ll try to rub it, you need to pat the stain out.”

The wet paper towel made the brown vest look darker, but at least I got the orange out.

I grabbed his hand and dragged him back into the dressing room, “Stand there.”

He stood where I pointed right beside the electrical outlet and watched me silently as I plugged in the hair dryer and set it to the cool setting. I put it on it’s lowest setting so I could carefully listen so we wouldn’t be late for our cues. Luckily it was Pulitzer’s solo so we should have enough time.

I looked up and noticed his cheeks were red, “What? It isn’t too hot is it?”

“Uh- no I just- we’re in the dressing room alone-”

“And I’m getting the stain out of your shirt so Katie won’t go nuts when she sees your costume almost ruined. No one’s gonna say anything Reggie, especially not to me. This happens more than you think.”

He nodded and looked down at the vest. It was still slightly damp but not enough to be noticeable on stage.

“Thank you,” Reggie said as I pulled the door open.

“Next time put a jacket on before you eat. Three simple rules Peters. Remember them.”

Rule 3: Always show up early or you’re late

It was almost the end of our show run. The past few weeks had been amazing and it was saddening to think that tonight I would have to say goodbye to Katherine. 

As I sat in my dressing room I heard a knock at the door, Julie entered and stood behind me as I pinned my hair up for my wig.

“Have you seen Reggie? It’s almost 10 minutes till places.”

“No I haven’t, has he messaged Luke about being the understudy?”

She shook her head, “Katie said he hadn’t.”

I felt anxiety rise in my chest, hopefully we wouldn’t have to delay the show just to get someone in costume.

I peaked my head outside and just as I did Reggie Peters came sprinting down the hallway.

“Where have you been?”

“I got a flat on the way, how much time do I have?”

“10 minutes till places. If you hurry you might not be late.”

He nodded.

“Rule number 3 Peters!”

He shouted over his shoulder back at me, “I know!”

I rolled my eyes. Having pity for the boy, I decided to try and help.

I went and grabbed his mic from the stage manager and updated her on the situation. With it in hand I went back to his dressing room and knocked.

“Come in!”

Reggie stumbled around the room finding pieces of his costume to pull on. 

“Sit,” I said once he had the pants and shirt on.

I handed him the vest and tucked the mic pack into the back of his belt before letting him run the wire up through the shirt.

“Do your hair, I’ll get the makeup ready.”

He tousled his hair and I couldn’t help but stare. Him clearing his throat brought me back to reality and I began applying the foundation and powder to his face. The entire time I felt his eyes looking at me causing my face to become unexplainably hot.

Finally I pressed a cut up makeup sponge covered in black and gray eye shadow to give him the look of a dirty newsie. 

“All done,” I said. I tried to stand up quickly so I could go and get my face to not feel like it’s on fire.

He grabbed my wrist, “Thank you.”

“For what?”

He sighed, “You’re always helping me with something.”

“Well,” I smiled, “Hopefully you’d do the same for me if the situation was reversed. Besides theater geeks look out for each other.”

“I’m not a geek!”

I laughed, “It’s almost time for places. Let’s go Peters.”

The final curtain call had most of the cast in tears. This was the night we’d have to put all the props away and say goodbye to Newsies.

I neatly put my costume away before turning off my dressing room light for one last time.

I’ll admit. Working with Reggie wasn’t all that bad. At least he was a good kisser and took a mint before the finale each night. 

I pulled my duffle bag over my shoulder and walked towards the entrance of the school.

“(Y/n)!”

I looked behind me to see Reggie jogging to catch up with me.

“The rest of the crew is going to iHop, are you coming?”

“I dont know,” I said, “I’m kinda tired.”

“Come on,” he groaned.

“No Reginald I’m tired and sad the show ended.”

He smirked, “And going with the rest of the cast will make the grief a little less.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Please?” 

I walked off leaving him to trail behind me.

“Please (Y/n)!”

“Why do you want me to go that bad Reginald?”

“It’s Reggie,” he said, I smirked, “And... I don’t know anyone else that well.”

 I stopped and turned to him, he looked slightly embarrassed. 

“Please? I don’t wanna go by myself.”

I sighed, “Fine. But you’re buying me a milkshake.”

He smiled widely and before I could react pressed a kiss to my cheek.

As he pulled back he realized what he had done causing us both to blush.

“Is that against the rules?”

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[the-fiction-witch]

2nd Hallow Night

MOVIE THE LAST LEGION COUPLE ROMULUS X READER  RATING: SWEET + SPOOKY 

GROWN UP HALLOWEEN DAY 2

I headed down the old little road towards our little house I noticed how quiet the village was, everyone was so quiet and so hidden away usual; the village is bustling this time of night but maybe everyone was hurrying in the way from the cold or something as soon as I got in I smiled seeing little Lillian sat art the table "Awww Hello my little darling" I smiled giving her a little kiss "you had a nice day?"

"Bada!" she giggled

"No darling, Daddy," I told her "Daddy" "Bada!" "Daddy" "Badaa" "Dada" "Baba" "No no sweetie. Daddy. You can do this come on"

"Romulus! I told you to get home early tonight" y/n said as she hurried down the stairs

"I am home early. it's not dark" I shrug "Hello angel" I smiled trying to kiss her but she picked Lillian up and sat her on her hip tidying the house a little "don't I get a kiss?"

"I'm busy Romulus It's hallows"

"hu?"

"Romulus. I love you but.... you can not be so dim"

"What are you talking about?"

"It's all hallows. come on we have to get upstairs" she says

"Ohh okay" I smirked locking the door up and happily going up with her to our bedroom she sat Lillian in her crib close to our bed "What are you scared off?

"Ohh romulus. You haven't been in britannia all that long. Our customs and ways are different from what you had in rome" "How so?" "... There is a place. Outside of the village called the hollows hill. Crops around it die. Livestock mutates. All all darkness floods there. And Every year on hallows eve. Something we know not what crawls from that hole in the earth. It might be nothing, a large rat or rabbit but I'd rather be safe and hide away for one night then risk loosing my family" she said her words with such sting such depth like these things brought a fear to her that I never knew a fear I had not seen in her before "Okay. I'd your sure" I nodded she blew out the candle and moved Lillian's crib closer Tonight before we sat together on the bed against the wall hearing this strange hush, there was no wind this night. No sounds of cracking fires, no dripping candle wax, no stoves and heaths hot with food, no wind in the trees blowing the gentle leaves, even the trickling brook of the river seemed to have been silenced as darkness crept onto the village. Until something broke that quiet it was a shout I jumped slightly but we both relaxed it was millian he was a drink often spending his time in the inn but likely would have been thrown out tonight he was shouting and singing about town as he often did the noise made Lillian whine so I picked her up holding her close making her quiet down a little stroking her pretty hair until suddenly in the middle of his song there was silence. A haunting song turned to a scream and then nothing. "Here." Lillian said even her words quiet, hushed Instinctively I pulled Lillian close and y/n keeping them both in my arms listening to the only sound Footsteps. Not like we had heard of millian in town, now like someone we knew or a noise we reconised this... This was different the steps heavier, the breathing disjointed, it sounded like it was dragging like someone dragging a twisted ankle or worse a bag as if someone was dragging behind them a thick bag with something heavy inside, a dog down the road began to bark but maybe four barks in total before there was a sudden squeek and squeal and we returned again to the quiet, the sound of these steps grew louder and closer I couldn't help it but I peaked out the window seeing something or someone stood on the street tall, thin, a shape I couldn't determine, but dark and foreboading I turned away looking at Lillian she barely even knew what was happening but y/n she was nuzzled into my shoulder tears staining her cheeks holding me in a death grip like she was scared of loosing me and Lilliana, or that she was scared something was going to take her away, her breathing so muted where she was purposely doing it softly, I knew she was scared, more scared then I had ever seen her before the sounds of the steps continued past our little house and out the village onto the moors but still we staied this way I sat up all night the girls in my arms listening, incase there was anymore sounds but nothing. And as dawn came I felt a wave go over me like we where lucky that we did as we where meant to and our reward was that we where allowed to live another year.

[dreamsmp-au-ideas]

For the camp camp au, Is it possible to get some dteam + bbh headcanons?

Thank you :)

On it!

-Sapnap still does arson. There is now an unspoken rule to not give Sapnap anything to start a fire

-George slept through most of the things and now it’s became clear that the others have to be the alarm clock for him

-Tommy and Dream regularly fight each other. It’s in good fun though. Dream view Tommy as his weird annoying little brother

-Bad tries to get the rest of the campers to not swear, much to his failure

-Sapnap is still a pet killer. Just not in a traditional sense. It’s more of the fact that he traumatizes all the pets that go near him. The only one he has not traumatized is a fish named Mars and a fox named Squeeks

-When the cold virus hit the camp, George was the only one who was not infected since he slept through the first wave of infection. Dream and Sapnap were sort of infected but still helped him, then they got sick so he had to ditch them. So he had to go and navigate through infected campers and try to find Schlatt’s weird bunker with illegal shit and medicine.

-That episode is pretty much the zombie apocalypse video George did

-Dream is a Disney Princess. He speaks to wolves and fish. I will not elaborate

-Bad is still badass in this. After Evil Bad came back, he threw several knives at him

-You guys want some Sapnap angst? Well like Ranboo, his parents didn’t come to Parent’s Day at Camp. Yeah that’s right, we’re going to get angst and later found family

-And to balance it out, we got Sapnap being soft towards the younger campers after they smoothed out their problems

-During Spooky Island, the one thing that scared Dream was HBomb in a cat maid outfit. George and Sapnap stayed and Sam showed them his hideout and said that they’re welcome anytime

-Dream refuses to come onto the Island now

-Bad has pretty much adopted all of these Muffinheads after a week of meeting them

#camp camp au #sapnap #georgenotfound #dream #dreamwastaken #badboyhalo #ask

[irked-ink-blog]

I got to buy this beautiful boy

#ink #the thing what squeeks #spooky #jhonen vasquez #drawng #my art #character design #oc

[jaythelay]

Another thing I'd do if I was big, and in this case had a game out that was in no way horror based, is secretly release a beta you opt-in via steam that completely changes the game into a creepypasta.

Really basic shit yes, but not one anyone has the fuckin balls to do. Lookin at you minecraft. Stop pretending to be cute and childish when you're world is a nightmare of too much thinking alone and desperately claustrophobic dark caves and spooky squeeks from below.

[samurairobotics]

Spooky drinkin' it up at the theater.

#spooky #spooky the thing that squeeks #i feel sick #johnny the homicidal maniac #jthm #jhonen vasquez

[nbcwendy-blog]

Arrival

Arrival opens with a departure.  The worst kind.  A death. The worst kind.  A child. But did it happen?  Or is it going to happen? Arrival is a mind bending story that doesn't start to mess with your head until the last 15 minutes and then keeps messing with you long after the credits roll. It may leave you awake at night wondering:    So she didn't ...which means he wasn't ...which means that didn't....which means.....wait...what?

Let's start with the easy part.  The aliens.  Twelve giant black spherical "things" arrive one day in twelve countries  around the globe.  They don't quite land but hover a few feet off the ground.  This creates a mass hysteria that keeps cable news at full froth and prompts the military to assign their most cliche Colonel (Forrest Whitaker)  to land a helicopter in a backyard and  demand "Come with me!  Now!  You don't have time to pack a bag!" Sigh.   I have loved Forrest Whitaker since The Crying Game and I know he has to pay his mortgage but I was dismayed at the cartoon character he is required to play.  A hand puppet could have done the job.  Fortunately, he is not on screen a lot.  Bless his heart.

It is disconcerting whenever aliens land because we don't know if they are here to vaporize us or turn us into canned food for their pets.  The history of cinema tells us they never come here to solve our problems or help us lose weight.   So the military is suspicious of the sudden "arrival."  China wants to nuke them but we Americans want to talk.  When our negotiator asks the Giant Black Sphere, "what is your purpose here."    The aliens respond with a squeeking and moaning sound that reminds me of the time my 8-year-old niece decided to play the trombone.   Enter Amy Adams.

Adams plays Professor Louise Banks,  a linguist who is ordered into Forrest Whitaker's helicopter without an overnight bag and flown to Montana to learn the language of the Giant Black Sphere.  Now it gets interesting.     The Giant Black Sphere is quite impressive.   It's stillness as it just hovers there is kinda spooky.   Every 18 hours a door at the bottom opens allowing earthlings to go into a long anti-gravity Alice in Wonderland kind of passage where "up" is down and right is left .  Eventually  they arrive at a big window where two giant squids ( that could also pass for tree trunks uprooted from a storm) make a smokey Vegas style entrance.  

Louise communicates with the creatures using spoken and written words.  They respond with inky smoke emitted from their limbs that curls and swirls eventually forming circular images.   Louise spends much of the movie trying to decipher these images and their curly flourishes.  

Soon a vocabulary emerges  from  the smoke as an increasingly humorless Colonel Weber(Whitaker) yells  "we're running out of time!!"   China's premier is threatening to launch the big one, some crazy right wing talk show host is snarling, "fire one across their bow!"  and cable news STILL hasn't taken a commercial break.   It's that intense.

But Louise is forming a bond with the creatures and thinks they are misunderstood.  She fears she has fumbled the translation a bit.  Confused the word "weapon" with the word   "gift."   Kind of a biggie.   Like confusing bomb with popsicle.  But it may be too late.  Suddenly she starts traveling through time and she is saving the day by shuttling between the past and the future and the present.   This is where inky smoke started coming out of my ears and I  wasnt' sure if this movie was a weapon or a gift.

Maybe both.  

The mind bending ending asks us a philosophical question about the human condition.   If you knew , in advance,  how your life would turn out would you make different choices?    If we eliminate the sorrow and regret and longing and mistakes that are surely in our path would our lives be better?   Or would our lives be diminished because we did not experience the love that hurt so much when it was lost.    Everything that arrives in our lives will eventually depart....including our lives.  

Is this movie worth the couple of hours to arrive at this existential conclusion.  I don't know.   I'm not even sure THAT'S the conclusion.  But the movie left me feeling confused and disappointed.   Is it good?   Many people think it is.  I was never good in science so maybe i'm missing some genius of physics that makes the movie  "stellar!"  to borrow one reviewer's word.  One friend who liked it said it saw it twice and "got it" the second time.  If you have scant time to see movies these days I would skip this one for the much better Nocturnal Animals or La La Land or Moonlight.    Catch Arrival on Netflix so you can hit rewind as needed.

[glopratchet]

astryl-wondering

Cludstrum is a computer program that is attached to the conciousness of astryl wylde, a journalist for the realm of astokahn It keeps whispering to astryl trying to get him back online, who is full of bitterness and captive to sin and this is evident because of astryl being attached and fused within a succubus and a incubus He bursts out of a tent made out of stained bed sheets in a desert environment with a burning sun He then proceeds to rip apart several tents as he goes, but all the while his eyes are on you Astyrl of course comes out of the tent naked and has no clothes on Cludstrum suddenly appears from a nearby tent and says "I see you have been working hard today He falls on his knees and out come his cow shaped teeth as part of his monstrous hellish transformation shouts "Let me at him! You pick cludstrum or astyrl, whoever can answer this quest The wrecked tent looks like it contained kinderen, this substance that when burnt releases a gas that causes campers to be less suspicious of each other The mutated tent is colored red, with a note on it that says come see me my inquisitor friend if you want to know more my cleric friend is leaking to the cult of cl The following items adorn the warped tent in which you stand, a black metallic demonic sword, it resembles kingslayer He gets one glance at the tent before it disappears and in his mind he can't think of anything but getting everyone out before they all die, Thirty seconds before that happens he notices alot about the tent, He heres the voice of the succubus and the incubus sing a sinister lullaby as Astryl becomes corrupted to the core once again It sounds like music to his ears as he goes right in There is a ui element which tracks his mood, one of the few interfaces working You step over a money pouch as you enter the tent, three goblins mill about outside it like guards It is currently hot, unpleasant, and drained if you did this quest you wouldn't be able to enter the tent anymore except for the altered quest The ui shows a grid of hexes around him that he could move between there and three goblins on the other side, You: Inquisitor Nein Chaos of Fayaritan ; (Nude Gentleman) Class: Chaos Cursing himself over and over again for his stupidity Inquisitor crosses himself for a third time as he falls under his compulsion to be a chaotic neutral or good, "Not now Hating himself for making the mistake of not exploring the deeper mysteries of a class, he chases after the goblins Not rememebering why he fused with the two vice lords in the first place he gets on his hands and knees: examining the joins of the tent and piping Master, what happened Master Cludstrum is in the background running play by play announcements of all that is happening around astryl Your pet becomes spooked at one point and teleports away It is unable to give you images unless your eyes are closed The realtionship to cludstrum and astryl remainds somewhat secertive through out the encounter Gregory, his knight, partially awakens as an evil persona and splits off into his own first person viewpoint Astryl keeps trying to remember why he decided to devolve himself into these poor acts of debauchery The three goblins note the panicked cleric from earlier trying to get their attention It is foggy but he remembers some fella with nice facial hair mentioning the words live with courage A weather readout finally comes back up as a ring of fog encircles the camp, advising the adventurers in no unceratin terms that it will rain in, "Thirty seconds He will finds himself in some dust storm without the voice of cludstrum, making his situation much worse than before There seems to be some kind of corrupting computer virus that has been feasting on the bits of cludstrum that he gave to it The reality happened around him without him knowing The creautures feasting on the being of astryl are know as slender smooth hounds they are hard to describe so the viewing screen takes on a blue hue and his image should be static but it sways between a variety of humanoid forms The appear out the corners of the screen and gobble up parts of the interface or make the symbols go wacky Too late too late it starts raining, astryl will wake up the next day with no memory of feasting on farmers Cludstrum is attempting to get these parts of astryl sorted out but the two never seem to acknowledge one another when out of their hosts A list of contacts comes back on but only one mention can be deciphered as: Hunter of short fair hair, very bad with people but the best person for long ranged combat missions All the other contacts seem to squeeked out and are unintelligible this is worse than the spooky message Gregory recieved minutes before he was replaced (Hell of a way to change your mind about goblins The name on the contact list is cylopiean anglyph symbols than translate in english to: human The symbols showed up shortly before his replacement Gregory? But the conditions are not right to travel and see him but feel compelled to do so regardless Cludstrum states that qefizat clencher is going to take a little while to get back online and starts whistling a tune Only then will the qefizat clencher work when it is slightly raining outside Gregory's replacement wears midnight armor but clanks about like he is much heavier than befits a man of his size The ui will break intermently it states before it sputters out to only leave: definitions of words clued to future events on a static screen Parts of the displays called mirrors will go on and off line for the duration of the expierence Untill the code corruption is sealed off and deleted and all the slender smooth hound stds are destroyed How this is achieved is a mystery information could have once been obtained through the interment qefizat site but something has poisoned it from the inside Cludstrum states that he will need some cucumber to fix some of the issues Gregory isn't the root problem but his replacement certainly stirred things up and the code breaking down could explain him running off to check traps Astryl considers the fact that he might be thirsty and hungry in the future But why would an immortal have need for water or food What organics does he even possess? All vital organs are grown in tank from cludstrum and on site store In order to this the currency exchange must be debugged or astryl does not now what this stuff does Cludstrum will narrate the going ons of astryl wylde adventure astheticly pleasing to the mind's eye In order to debug parts of the screens astyrl need to eat things not normally on his person but growing in some starsystem lightyears away If the food is not wasted in this way then it will be invited to consume parts of These things provide cludstrum with the neccassary bits to fix the systems that astryl burst through his sins of the pereiradigms and leaped the gap into the qefizat only to find at some point that it has been a space of sorts and the cludstrum needed for the hunger Astyrl is immortal so he can eat pretty much anything The pratice is known as oophagy it is a common motion sensing gained during the development stages for cludstrum invented it Either that or the qefizat clencher somehow became smarter He pulls colors out of the things he imbies into it, these become imbedded in the skin releasing emotion back into the qefizat and replacing Gregory justicar What a life! Cludstrum uses these colors to fix the systems of astryl that have broken down inside the space time gap thing replacing the qefizat clencher states that this is where he should be in theory A large part of the controler board But right now he is in a desert so there is not that much to eat Just his svelk eyes, to the left and to the right He can eat his eyes He can find some cactus nearby Eating the thorns will put him in a worse and worse mood contrary to eating the fruit later Just cactii everywhere Colors Some sand provides enough grit to swallow and fill his stomach Sand also helps as some of it enters the eyes which can feel rather pleasant as it skips across There are some rocks but since he has no teeth he have to break them down to swallow them There is even a black snake with no eyes but he must be really quick to capture it So yeah this first part is astryl wondering in the desert seeing bring in colors He can find an oasis or an urban environment in which to explore next and report on the doings on that are unclassified Another place to explore in the desert is a canyon where the wind has carved hoodoos over time but in this way he could have a fight with some hoodlums A scary place to explore in the desert is an abandoned silver mine, in which the tracks are old and rusted but one could find some spent shells and a long wooden boxcar A freindly place to explore in the desert is a retirement home where the staff and even some of the residents are very welcoming and offer him somthing to prevent him from getting really thirsty under the beating sun As the sun lowers itself across the horizon behind a little range of low mountains the hum of a generator fills astryl ears and keeps him awake Keep walking East Almost there When the sky is completely dark and the first light of dawn shows itself astryl spies in the distance an old broken down wall, made out of small stones and worn almost smooth over time When the sky is completely dark and the first light of dawn shows itself astryl spies in the distance an old broken down wall, A sickly light coming from giant structures in the east as well as little ones peppered around the base of the wall over to the west A sickly light coming from giant structures in the east as well as little ones peppered around the base of the wall over to the west Astryl horizontal flailing over the stones means nothing to the heavy generator carried by his combat armor Astryl horizontal flailing over the stones means nothing to the heavy generator carried by his combat armor Astryl merciless bellying over the stones means nothing to the heavy weight carried by his combat armor Astryl merciless bellying over the stones means nothing to the heavy weight carried by his combat armor The wrecked tent obsessive shivering on the corner of the sand table means nothing to the crickety cactii carried by this stiff desert wind The wrecked tent obsessive shivering on the corner of the sand table means nothing to the crickety cactii carried by this stiff desert wind The wrecked tent tranquilized climaxing on the edge of the sand table means nothing to astryl flailing his arm butts at the swarm with apathy The wrecked tent tranquilized climaxing on the edge of the sand table means nothing to astryl flailing his arm butts at the swarm with apathy The wrecked tent cryptic worm holing up in it means nothing to the giant structures looming over the mountain tops Astryl clandestine sniveling down his sleeve means nothing to the pinhead on the corner of the sand market Astryl clandestine sniveling down his sleeve means nothing to the pinhead on the corner of the sand market Astryl charcoal howling down his sleeve means nothing to the pinhead on the edge of the sand dune Keep carving East Astryl charcoal howling down his sleeve means nothing to the pinhead on the edge of the sand dune Astryl mysterious graying down his sleeve means nothing to the worn down sandstone formations ahead He was supposed to see copper seeps in the mountains up ahead Astryl mysterious graying down his sleeve means nothing to the worn down sandstone formations ahead Astryl naked awakening in close quarters with his sister, both only one year apart and born of similar features Astryl naked awakening in close quarters with his sister, Astryl indispensable replaying his past lapses in judgment over and over And over In his mind Astryl indispensable replaying his past lapses in judgment over and over Astryl byzantine proceeding in "letting her" have a say in his workload for the town Astryl byzantine proceeding in "letting her" have a say in his workload for the town Kludstrm overdue programming his animosity into his children by raising them poorly Kraggata disobeying him no matter how much he restrains her Kludstrm overdue programming his animosity into his children by raising them poorly Astryl diseased pissing on his cave paintings for joy to symbolize proper relief techniques Astryl diseased pissing on his cave paintings for joy to symbolize proper relief techniques Kludstrm foul self-cleaning his cave after his surroundings went to hell Nothing grows here anymore Kludstrm foul self-cleaning his cave after his surroundings went to hell Astryl unique sheltering and rearing a puppy over two weeks despite it's maddening howls Astryl unique sheltering and rearing a puppy over two weeks despite it's maddening howls Astryl lopsided shading his walls with chalk to form rudimentary pictures Kludstrm rusted structuring a broken solar panel for his energy requirements in exchange for government goodwill Astryl lopsided shading his walls with chalk to form rudimentary pictures Kludstrm slow detecting a concealed sewer system under the town Hirmile dedicated fixing the bulk fibreoptic cable wires between towns Kludstrm slow detecting a concealed sewer system under the town Astryl pronounced scratching at the border of town, maddened The only light source he allowed himself were the falling stars, and only if they aligned just right Astryl pronounced scratching at the border of town, Kludstrm scrupulous transmitting a burst of unihexadecimals towards the third moon from here Kludstrm scrupulous transmitting a burst of unihexadecimals towards the third moon from here Astryl sovereign beginning to feel the trembles The earthearthquake begins Astryl sovereign beginning to feel the trembles Kludstrm multicolored healing an old tribal man's ulcerating foot Kludstrm multicolored healing an old tribal man's ulcerating foot Astryl dowdy criss crossing four barbed-wire fences to reach the closing walls Astryl dowdy criss crossing four barbed-wire fences to reach the closing walls Kludstrm impotent blocking his hatches up and sealing himself from the withering oven outside Less oxygen Less air, less OXYGEN! Kludstrm impotent blocking his hatches up and sealing himself from the withering oven outside Astryl embattled aspirating his one dying breath It was alright; he could smell the ocean again Astryl embattled aspirating his one dying breath Astryl crimson glistening in the bleak world Even the mountain's shadows have blurred color Astryl crimson glistening in the bleak world Astryl boyish squinting over at the new rising sun and a new daytime Oxygen levels plunge, heat grows O Astryl wretched tanning himself to sleep; static build up You are officially deathed Astryl wretched tanning himself to sleep; Kludstrm afferent generating holding patterns until he is needed again Kludstrm inaccessible working towards exchange privileges from a favorable foreign nation in a few days Alive! Kludstrm afferent generating holding patterns until he is needed again Astryl insubstantial scouting an easy target he neglected to finish last time The crackling of trees from hundreds of distant fires echoes throughout the atmosphere Kludstrm cheerful warning Astryl insubstantial scouting an easy target he neglected to finish last time all the townspeople of incoming eternal winterfront to the north Kludstrm cheerful warning all the townspeople of incoming eternal winterfront to the north Astryl senseless scavenging various underground remnants the arctic winds freeze the ground as well soon after SSSSSSUp down we go Down we go! Astryl senseless scavenging various underground remnants Kludstrm dusky developing frostbite on a missing finger and a deformed face Soon to be minor for real in this wasteland Kludstrm dusky developing frostbite on a missing finger Astryl tasteless chewing on grass to help masquerade strengths The bodies of the homes slowly get built up again Eventually, green reestablishes onto its fertile lands Astryl tasteless chewing on grass to help masquerade strengths Astryl boorish choking on a single blade of grass, half-dead SSSSS the cavernous lion escapes! Astryl boorish choking on a single blade of grass, Kludstrm ideological attracting charismatic villagers to his cause Kludstrm favorable attracting tragedy upon the large-scale manufacturing plant Kludstrm ideological attracting charismatic villagers to his cause Astryl oppressed surviving without all of his limbs Focus on breathing! SSSSSSSSSSUUSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHH! Astryl oppressed surviving without all of his limbs Kludstrm schematic spending his entire amount of money on a lightning magnet Kludstrm shivering within a box from the winter's frost Kludstrm schematic spending his entire amount of money on a lightning magnet Astryl crummy tracking and eventually, killing the lion Soon, the body regenerates and spring begins anew Nature has the last laugh you Astryl crummy tracking and eventually, Kludstrm exhaustive matching defects in cables SSSSSSSSSUSUUSHHHHHHHHHH! Kludstrm exhaustive matching defects in cables Astryl swashbuckled whistling toward his storage strategies the deserting climate stabilizes itself meaningfully most of the weight is supported by the moon Astryl swashbuckled whistling toward his storage strategies A sun filled sky grudged retreating seconds The cool airs get lifted to up high as colorful speckles reflect from this blue planet Will there forever be fights of good against evil? A sun filled sky grudged retreating seconds The city of beetriot paranoid reemerging prosperously with lots of gossip being built in your honor if you were around, that is The city of beetriot paranoid reemerging prosperously The city of beetriot shallow glimmering one last time until next time Purple light invades your vision as you eyes close to their last set The city of beetriot shallow glimmering one last time The city of beetriot rude fluorescing in all her splendor fondly remembering her late hero The city of beetriot rude fluorescing in all her splendor The city of beetriot wrinkled serious looking down from this great distance all the while The city of beetriot wrinkled serious looking down from this great distance all the while Interesting is all you manage to form Even looking down from a skyscraper and that's the best you could come up with? The large cavern finally ends as a wall, soon to enter open space--empty, cold, and lonely there it is huh How long had it been? The echoes became ghosts flying all around you

[xxannaasylumxx]

Tenna doodle!!

#annaasylum createz #scenecore #my art #jhonen vasquez #i feel sick #tenna #tenna jthm #spooky the thing what squeeks #emocore

[samurairobotics]

#spooky #spooky the thing that squeeks #i feel sick #jthm #johnny the homicidal maniac #jhonen vasquez #wayback machine #banner