#these fuckers truly have my heart and soul

[rinneverse]

ㅤ.ೃ࿐ 𝐎𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐄'𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐒 ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ yeah, i'm indulging myself. idc if not a single person cares because I CARE!!! here are all my selfships in no particular order, hehe

જ⁀➴ 𝒐𝒂𝒌𝒇𝒖𝒚𝒖 ₊˚ෆ

— oak x chifuyu matsuno

highschool sweethearts, fleeting kisses and passing notes, lipstick stains and oversized hoodies, cuddling by the fire and sharing a hot cocoa, pressed flowers and polaroids, co-parenting a whole zoo of animals together, learning basic first-aid in a panic when chifuyu comes home beaten and bruised after gang activities...

જ⁀➴ 𝒐𝒂𝒌𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒆 ₊˚ෆ

— oak x bladie

partners in crime, bandaging eachother's wounds, "i would die for you" taken very literally, grumpy x sunshine, two wrongs will sometimes make a right, pestering blade so much he can't help but fall in love, somehow a wolf and bunny fall for eachother and make it work, she falls first but he falls harder

જ⁀➴ 𝒉𝒂𝒋𝒊𝒐𝒂𝒌 ₊˚ෆ

— oak x iwaizumi hajime

childhood friends to lovers, princess treatment, brother’s best friend, home cooked dinners and staying in to watch a movie as a date, morning kisses and sleeping in on the weekends, those pushups where every time you go down, you get to give your partner a kiss; going to the gym together and pushing eachother to be better

જ⁀➴ 𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒌 ₊˚ෆ

— oak x suna rintaro

couples who talk shit together stay together, team manager!oak x pro player suna :>, expensive gifts and glittering necklaces, an anklet with his initials, cheering for him at games and getting dicked down in the locker rooms after, being private but not secret on social media

જ⁀➴ 𝒐𝒂𝒌𝒋𝒂𝒙 ₊˚ෆ

— oak x tartaglia

looks like could kill u, is actually a cinnamon roll x looks like a cinnamon roll, could actually kill u; found family, a princess and her bodyguard, he would genuinely kill for me i'm not even kidding, dumb and dumber, stupid idiots pining to stupid idiots in love, scary dog privilege galore

જ⁀➴ 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒂𝒌 ₊˚ෆ

— oak x alhaitham

getting put on a research project together and reluctantly becoming friends, forced proximity, eventually falling in love when i realize hey.. this guy really isn't so bad (maybe just a little bit haughty, but when you're alhaitham it's a little bit deserved to be that way), reading books together by the fire, always getting third-wheeled by kaveh, alhaitham is emotionally constipated but with me, he slowly learns that opening up is okay.

જ⁀➴ 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒌 ₊˚ෆ

— oak x scaramouche

i hate everyone but you, enemies/rivals to lovers, we may be broken but we are still capable of love, healing together, late night study dates and far too many coffees, being haters together, dumbass used as a term of endearment, very intense fights and even more intense love, two freaks who don't know how to handle their emotions learn how to do so together

જ⁀➴𝒐𝒂𝒌𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒆 ₊˚ෆ

— oak x aventurine

two lost and weary souls finding a home in eachother, holding aven and comforting eachother through our nightmares, making bets on silly little things (and lets be real: i lose, majority of the time), luxurious gifts and constantly being spoiled with extravagant dates, beating the shit out of him constantly for gambling his life and having no regard for his self-preservation (but not telling him i was worried because my pride. he knows, though).

જ⁀➴ 𝒐𝒂𝒌𝒌𝒐𝒕𝒔𝒖 ₊˚ෆ

— oak x yuta okkotsu

two bumbling flustered idiots in love, everyone around us knows we like eachother EXCEPT for us, i'm so serious the entire friend group has to shove us together for us to realize, being eachother's first (and last) everything, cafe dates and sharing the sweetest of desserts, constantly gossiping together

જ⁀➴ 𝒐𝒂𝒌𝒊 ₊˚ෆ

— oak x aki hayakawa

princess treatment galore, long late night drives together, being taken care of after years of being the caretaker (and it goes both ways), aquarium dates and shark plushies, lounging on the balcony of his apartment and smoking together, being a happy little hayakawa family because nothing bad ever happens in chainsaw man. trust.

જ⁀➴ 𝒐𝒂𝒌𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒍 ₊˚ෆ

— oak x boothill

this is truly my good girl x bad boy fantasy im so serious, shy girl x boldest boyfriend in the west, boothill teaches me how to shoot, more tba im tipsy rn but i wanted him in here NEOOWW

જ⁀➴ 𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒂𝒌 ₊˚ෆ

— dr. ratio x oak x aventurine

arguably my most selfish selfship yet, but that’s the name of the game baby!, once again princess treatment galore, stay-at-home dates and (reluctant, on ratio's end) cuddle piles, aventurine lowkey becomes a sugar daddy basically, babysitter x dumb x even dumber, being their trophy girlfriend is a full time job (but i wouldn’t have it any other way), late night deep talks nestled together, reading in bed with ratio while aventurine yaps away about his schemes

there's so many. i'm not sorry. find my selfshippy blog here!!

#oak.navi✩ #oakie’s selfships ☆ #dividers courtesy of @/cafekitsune :) #made this back when i still had all the rinne headers and ngl im too lazy to change it #so he gets to be the header here <3 #there are so many but idc. i love them all. so bad #these fuckers truly have my heart and soul #posting this and immediately going to bed bc im SHY #NO ONE LOOK AT ME

[punkpandapatrixk]

❣️How Abnormal Are You in Love? ♦︎ Timeless Pick A Card

Don’t be too hard on yourself with this PAC. Everybody in this world’s pretty much abnormal anyway. We all want something that’s extremely rare in this world: Love. Sometimes, we go crazy after mistaking shit for Love. But we all heal. Eventually, we all learn to love more healthily and sanely. And really, that’s all that matters. The crazy is also part of the character development~♥︎

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‘Hey, actually, when was it that I began to realise that there’s no such thing as forever? Even so, I’m prouder than anybody else about the fact that the days we spent together were at least not a lie.

Even though it’s true that the length of time we have lived is only slightly different, just the fact that we met, that we loved, though we may never love each other again… I won’t forget.

Hey, why do I still want you by my side, thinking that I won’t do without you, even though this is hurting me so much? Even so, I became a person who could be grateful for the smallest things in life. It’s because, even the most casual of words were so meaningful between us.

Because we met, because we loved, though we may never love each other again…I’ll be fine with turning all of it into proof that I’ll survive, whilst facing all of truth and reality.

I’m just glad that we met. I’m just glad that we loved. Though we may never see each other again… I won’t forget.’

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Those are words from Ayumi Hamasaki’s legendary song, LOVE ~Destiny~. At some point in Life, Ayumi said in an interview, ‘I loved one man so much that I destroyed myself.’ I can’t help but think this song could be about…it? Maybe hahah Just a vibe, gals~♡

SONG: LOVE ~Destiny~ by Hamasaki Ayumi

MOVIE: Snakes and Earrings (2008)

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Pile 1 – What I Can’t Let Go Of, Really, Is My Pride…

VIBE: kiss by Chara

what is, Love? – 4 of Swords

Well, it seems quite obvious your past was somewhat chaotic. I think throughout childhood you felt like you were crossing a battlefield or had to fight the stormy seas all by yourself. Because of this, you deeply crave a Love that can put an end to all of those noises. In fact, it’s only fitting. Deep down you’ve always known that Love is something that’s pure, sweet and gentle; that it’s supposed to put you at ease. You understand that the world is in chaos because nobody has Love in their hearts.

You, never wanted to be like those grownups who were fighting with their own spouses. Even if you’re young, you feel like an Old Soul—the only one who seems to truly understand what Love is and is not. And you see that 99% of people literally don’t know what Love is, let alone how to love right. And you’re afraid. What if you can’t find that one person who can love you right?

Deep in your subconscious, you have these standards and ideals you desperately want to maintain. But nobody you’ve ever met seems to understand where you’re coming from. What you want is something so pure. People are rarely pure of heart, so nobody gets it. And it feels incredibly lonely. And at some point, you might’ve begun to doubt if your standards are even fair…

why do you chase, Love? – King of Wands Rx

So you grew up a bit and began to wonder what might happen if you lower your standards…a bit? You want to experience passion, right? You’re seeing all these peers around you kissing and holding each other and you crave that, too. You know very well it’s not like they’re in love—they’re just silly, infatuated, hormonal fuckers; but you wonder how it would feel to be intimate with someone. To actually have someone want you like that. To be wanted. To be held. To be kissed. To be…loved. No matter how shallowly.

Now you’re willing to look for someone passionate. You could try with a puzzling character. You like that kinda shit. Any kind of an intriguing fucker with some semblance of a mystery; making you curious to dive deep into their side of crazy. How do I figure out your particular brand of bullshit? Anybody you can’t immediately figure out would excite you to a point of insanity. And you thought this was happiness. You thought, this level of excitement surely must be happiness. Perhaps…even Love? Otherwise…

How do you explain this feeling that suddenly strikes, rattling your heartstrings, making you realise that there’s somebody in this world you’d want to care for other than yourself? Just the idea that you even fantasise about growing older with this mysterious fucker… How is this not, Love? And if this isn’t Love…what is? How else are people supposed to know happiness if this excitement alone isn’t enough?

what happens when Love, dies? – 8 of Cups Rx

To begin with, you’re not one to trust easily. It takes a lot for you to allow someone to see your vulnerable side. And when you go in, you go all in. It may not feel like it immediately because you’re cautious, but once you’re in…because you feel sure of someone…you’re in deep. Too deep it feels like you’re drowning in this whole situation, if anything. And you’re proud of how much you’re able to give.

And…you’re generally proud of your boundaries and the standards and ideals you’ve imposed upon yourself and others. So, the fact that you’ve given so much, revealed so much to someone who wouldn’t be there for life, is beyond frustrating. It’s world-shattering, at least. What have I been in this situationship/relationship for if it ain’t gonna last?!?! I can’t just let it die like that! Maybe I’m doing something wrong?! I must’ve! Lest none of this would’ve happened…

When Love dies, it feels so shameful. It’s a shame you trusted the wrong fucker. It’s a shame someone was able to see you that vulnerable. It’s disgusting that you thought this was The One. What was I thinking? Now everything becomes clear. It’s not the loss of that person’s Love you’re crying about. If you’re being honest now, you couldn’t care less that such a loser’s gone from your world. If anything, it’s such a relief. It was just the shock from knowing you made a mistake that made you cry… It’s OK now.

MY HEART, MY PRIDE🔻💜

sacrifices I’d made – Green Magus (John Magus)

I’m glad I was able to love – Priestess of Ambition

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Pile 2 – I Can’t Tell If I’m Passionate or Just Immature

VIBE: Boys & Girls by Hamasaki Ayumi

what is, Love? – Ace of Pentacles Rx

To begin with, you’re not exactly a rational person. Not saying you’re dumb! You just have a lot of passion for something that’s unexpected or foreign. You like mysteries and you aren’t afraid to dip your toe in uncharted waters. This desire could’ve developed from having a childhood that felt constricted tho. I think you grew up surrounded by so many rules and laws and forbidden things and that’s how you developed a taste for, DANGER~

It’s exciting, from time to time, to think about throwing all your caution to the wind and breaking all rules. You want to disappoint. If you’re being honest, you’re damn tired of following everybody’s whims and concerning yourself with their expectations. What about what I want?? You want to live. You want to feel alive. There are so many exciting things outside of your everyday Life, why can’t you have any of that? At some point, you could’ve dreamt of being rescued from your Tower by a handsome daredevil of any kind of a fucker.

If that fucker happens to be handsome and rich, even better. But that doesn’t really matter. You just want someone brave enough to approach you and actually uproot you from your boring Life. Surely, Love can do that to a person…? I don’t need stability, let alone predictability; what I want is a romantic hero who’ll take me on a grand adventure of Love! And if that daredevil happens to be dumb…

why do you chase, Love? – 9 of Swords

In many ways, you’re totally not an innocent person. You want to hurt. If whoever daredevil tries to fulfil your fantasies of being rescued from your miserable Tower happens to be dumb, you’re gonna be having a field trip! XD You want to terrorise and traumatise a person, really. It’s vengeance for all the years that you were serving others. Now, it’s your time to be served. It doesn’t even matter if they don’t worship you. You’re ready to find another dumbfuck to toy with. You’re hardly ever sincere anyway~

Why bother with sincerity? Ever since you were a kid, you’ve observed that none of the adults you knew was ever sincere. What even is Love? I think you know of it conceptually. But what exactly is its purpose? What exactly is so good about it? And how? How exactly must one be in order to attain it? You don’t believe in it some days. You deeply crave it some days. You could die for it some days. You want others to die for your Love most days.

Life is confusing. Love is confusing. Sex is easy. Money is easy. Food and jewelleries are easy. Let’s live easily. Life is exhausting if you think too much about everything that could go wrong. I’m done feeling terrible about my own existence, so I want someone to spin me around and make me forget. That’s ideal. Is generally your motto when chasing… Love♡

what happens when Love, dies? – 8 of Wands Rx

You don’t care about it. You don’t particularly care about losing people. It’s expected. If anything, because you’re never serious with quite anybody anyway, ghosting is the best way to go about it. You’re the type to ghost, block, and you don’t even mind if you’re the one ghosted or blocked. Basically, you just don’t want any contact with someone you’ve lost interest in anyway. So that only makes it easier for you.

In many ways, I think you sometimes regret being this kind of a callous person. There are days you wonder if you’ll become someone more sincere. You’ve wondered what it would take to actually love someone. To actually be loved back. Surely that must be so nice. You want to be happy, honestly. But it feels like a distant daydream. You don’t particularly understand how two people can be happy living together. After all, you find people exhausting most of the time.

All you know is that you’ve lived with yourself for the longest time. And if you have to compromise or sacrifice anything…you’re not willing. You’ve sacrificed shit before, a looong time ago, and you got nothing back in return. You gave someone a rose and they gave you back thorns and strangled you with it. Surely that can’t be happiness. Two people who don’t know how to love can’t be happy together. Life is better lived alone.

MY HEART, MY PRIDE🔻❤️

sacrifices I’d made – Red Alchemist (John Dee)

I’m glad I was able to love – Priestess of Innocence

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Pile 3 – Damn, Why’s Everybody Crying for Love?

VIBE: Sunglasses by Utada Hikaru

what is, Love? – 2 of Cups Rx

Uhm…you’re a comical Pile for sure. Your psychology is so complex, although it’s also super straightforward (to you), but some people are not gonna have an easy time figuring out if you’re sincere or not. Most of us have got a lot of exposure to tragical romance, right? A lot of people get deep and insane in Love. And here you are wondering why everybody’s crying for Love. Why is everybody suffering in the name of Love? That’s not Love. People are silly for falling continuously for the wrong people. It’s all a Game for them. Me? I don’t play games.

But you do! Everybody does when it comes to falling in Love, to various extents. That’s what’s really fun about falling in Love. If you could face yourself, you’d realise you have a bit of a God-complex within this context. In the sense that…because Love and romance actually aren’t such a big deal to you, and somehow, you have an almost all-too-natural inclination to attract the right people, you can’t really empathise with those who cry in the name of Love.

For some though, if the above doesn’t really resonate, you’re the type that has an innate understanding that you must protect yourself from falling into those tragical romantic setups. You have a highly developed sense of boundary and you keep high standards for what kind of a romantic relationship you want. You’re kinda similar to Pile 1 in this case, but you most likely haven’t experienced sacrificing your standards for, EXPERIENCE~

why do you chase, Love? – 10 of Wands

In comparison to certain types of people in the world, you’re not exactly a dreamy type. When it comes to relationships you think straight towards building a matrimony with someone. You’re a traditionalist in a sense. You’re the based kid who knows that a girlfriend-boyfriend relationship is a training ground for a marriage. You think long-term. You’re realistic like that. But the problem is…you’re totally missing out on the passion of Love itself.

You don’t really see your partner(s) for the person—the Human—that they are. You care only for the practical, pragmatic facts surrounding their reputation or status or whether or not their physical appearance is decent enough. Stuff like that. And the dreamy ones who look at you, look at you with a pang of sadness in their chest, for although you seem responsible and blessed…you appear to them as someone who looks at another with an eye of business.

You’re the type that thinks love is an investment. An investment of attention, affection, time and money, and all that shit. That’s not Love; that’s something to be exchanged at the market. The dating market, OMG~

‘Freedom and love go together. Love is not a reaction. If I love you because you love me, that is mere trade, a thing to be bought in the market; it is not love. To love is not to ask anything in return, not even to feel that you are giving something—and it is only such love that can know freedom.’ – Jiddu Krishnamurti

what happens when Love, dies? – 6 of Pentacles

When Love dies, you celebrate. You’re wise enough to know that Life doesn’t end just because you broke up with somebody, even in terms of friendship. You’re spiritually mature enough to know you’ve learnt from the experience, and now, you’re just going to prepare for the next big thing to experience. Life goes on without a hitch like that for you, for the most part. I can’t tell if you’re really that spiritually mature or you just don’t give a fuck about emotions LMAO

Not saying you’re a bad person, btw. It just seems like you haven’t got a lot of crazy in your birth chart or that you haven’t experienced a lot of sorrows and soul-shattering heartbreaks, so…it’s kinda just a matter of not having, PERSPECTIVE? Coupled with the fact that you take Life very unseriously seriously…? Like, you’re serious about not being an asshole and wanting to do the socially right thing, but in doing so, you become an annoying insincere jackass in the lives of those who have (or will) dated you XDD

Basically, you’re not the type to get super crazy heartbroken when a relationship ends. You’ve got all of these other blessings anyway. Why would you focus on just the negative, right? In a sense, I believe that’s an incredible spiritual maturity which others are still struggling to figure out XD But yeah…rather than this being something abnormal about you, I think it’s just that your Higher Self designed for you not to experience the dramatic highs and lows of immature romance HAHAH

MY HEART, MY PRIDE🔻🧡

sacrifices I’d made – Gold Alchemist (Roger Bacon)

I’m glad I was able to love – Priestess of Luck

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[cryinhell]

so no one asked for this, but here's a post about my favorite Hazbin Hotel ships ( romantic and platonic) and what I hope they explore with them in the show.

1) Huskerdust/Angelhusk/Casino Hearts (Romantic)

Obviously, I got to start with my favorite romantic pairing in the fandom. Angel and Husk are my favorite characters in the HelluvaVerse, and both mean a lot to me. They are both old men born around the same time with a lot in common, and I know they would be close buds. From everything we have gotten in canon( fake instagrams which are not canon but in character, the fun hunicast streams, viv admitting to shipping them and allowing huskerdust into the merch, the fact that Husk was made to be Angel's bestie, and a lot of unnecessary information I know lmao, I do not doubt these two will be canon. I can't wait to see their friendship grow and all the trials and tribulations they will go through to become better for themselves and each other. And hopefully, the fun shenanigans that they do because I love me some shenanigans.

2) RadioHusk (Platonic)

Okay, so Husk's relationships with everyone interests me, but this one is probably the most after AngelHusk. It's clear these two have a past and that Alastor is comfortable enough with Husk to be incredibly annoying around him. Alastor is Husk's boss and most likely owns his soul, but there's also a strange bond between them I really want explored. I think Al loves Husk in a platonic and weird way because he's most likely his best friend, but Alastor may not be able to always express this normally. Husk is a good guy and a bit complacent, so he just deals with this shitheads nonsense and doesn't seem to fear him. Maybe there's some fucked up things between them and maybe their friendships has cons and pros. I'm not entirely sure, but I can't wait to find out

3) Angel and Vaggie (Platonic)

Okay, most of these are platonic ships, but whatever friendships are important. I love these two judgemental assholes and the way they judge people together. It truly is gay and lesbian solidarity, heh. They are gonna be the best of frienemies, and I can't wait for their relationship to be explored.

4) Voxval (Romantic)

Okay, I hate these bastards with a burning passion, but that doesn't mean their relationship does not interest me. Vox, Val, and Velvette are going to be the main villains of Hazbin Hotel, and without knowing too much about them, I'm excited. I want to know how Val and Vox are going to be as a couple. Since the instagram accounts are not canon, it is hard to tell if Val will be abusive or not. This is a possibility since the accounts seemed to be in character, but I want a different approach. I think it would be interesting for these two to genuinely love and respect each other and no one else. To see themselves as the true rightful kings of Hell and work together to destroy and belittle whoever they deem below them. It's an interesting dynamic that I prefer more than just "Val is abusive to poor baby Vox" cause Vox is also evil, and I want him to do evil shit.

5) Chaggie (Romantic)

There's not much to say about these two. I just think they are cute, and I want to see more of them.

6) The Hazbin Gang (Platonic)

And lastly, I can't wait to see how all of these fuckers get along and interact. As a group, I'm sure they will be very entertaining and I will enjoy every minute of it. Also, I am including Pentious because I know he's part of the main cast now, and I love that. Can't wait for these idiots to try and make this hotel work and hopefully grow together in the process.

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hi friends! here’s my first fic on this blog, i hope i do it justice! and thanks sm to the anon who sent in this request, i hope you enjoy! <3 now here’s 1.8k of sick sneezy alastor

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It’s not exactly out of the ordinary for no one to have eyes on Alastor for quite some time, however it seems that he’s been missing from the hotel for nearly the entire day now.

“I’m just saying, it’s odd,” Charlie explains to a very uninterested Vaggie. It seems not everyone harbors the same worry in their heart for one of Hell’s Overlords. “We’d usually see him around, like, once or twice! Now it’s just radio silence. Literally.”

“I’m sure he’ll turn up soon enough,” Vaggie says with a lot less concern about the situation than her girlfriend. “It’s not exactly odd for that creepy fucker to go lurking around. I give him a day until he’s back.”

If only that were actually the case and Alastor were truly gallivanting around all of Hell without a care in the world. Instead, it seems he’s found himself in a rather unamusing predicament.

“Ḧ̸̳́̽͛̂̒̾̃̍͗̄̋͘’̷͍̹͇͉̓̀D̶̟̺͑̌̆̇̀̓̊̾̉̃̑̍͛̚͠Z̸͈̖̪̝̪̪͉̜͗́͆͌̒̋́̓̂͛͝͠Z̷̡̗̘̼̜̞̲͈̣͖̦͖͘Z̸̢̧̼͓̤̝̺̤̗̼̀̆ͅH̷̢̪̥͙̟̭̺̭̖͍̯̪̉!̶̢͖̳̙̦̙̗̩͍̟͌̃̌̉͒͑͗͜͜”̴̡̫͈̹̳̺̩͍̟̾̽̍͜͝͠

The sound of feedback in his ears makes Alastor wince, but luckily no one seems to be around to have seen that moment of weakness. Not that any lesser soul unfortunate enough to cross his path and witness the sorry state he’s in can’t simply be extinguished with minimal effort, he would still prefer to get to Rosie’s as soon as possible.

And hopefully his nose will stop buzzing when he’s there.

The residents of Cannibal Town know better than to greet Alastor with anything other than the utmost respect, but they aren’t ones to unnecessarily fall at the feet of a more powerful being. For that, Alastor is actually grateful for.

Getting to Rosie’s Emporium is easier said than done, but no one other than himself needs to know that. Not even Rosie. Unfortunately, even an Overlord of Hell isn’t immune to catching a terrible cold, but it’s making his muscles ache and he feels distinctly weak.

Weak

If there’s one person he knows for sure won’t take advantage of his misery, it’s Rosie. Their relationship has always been a special one, helping each other out whenever need be with very few strings attached for such powerful beings. Compared to other favors he’s had to ask, this one is particularly benign.

The first challenge that presents itself are the other patrons of Rosie’s Emporium who currently have no idea they are on one of the Overlords of Hell’s hit list right now. “Oh my goodness, Alastor! It’s lovely to see you here dearie!”

A warm welcome. One that would be much appreciated if Alastor didn’t need the patrons out yesterday. “Yes, yes, I thought I’d pay a visit to my good friend. There’s something I’d like to talk about if you’d lend me an ear—not literally this time, I’m afraid!”

Rosie laughs at the joke, but Alastor can already tell she’s picked up on his unusual behavior if his disheveled (by his standards) appearance wasn’t already enough to go by. “Alastor, dear, I always have time for you. Let me just finish up with a few customers and we can get right away, how’s about that?”

Alastor can already feel the buzzing sensation in his nose getting more intense by the minute. If he doesn’t get away soon, he’s going to—

“Well, then I hope you don’t mind if I take a bit of a look around the store while I wait. I must say, it’s been quite some time since I’ve last paid you a visit! Toodle loo!”

It’s rushed and worse than the usual quick-witted response Alastor could give on the spot, but the last thing he’s going to do is show any kind of weakness in front of a bunch of patrons. If word got out about the Radio Demon being brought down by a silly cold, he’ll never be able to live that down. He can always get rid of one or two unsuspecting passersby in the exact right place and time to witness Alastor’s downfall, but even he can hardly control the spread of gossip amongst an entire town. That’s more in line with the Vees’ skill set.

Quickly, he finds an unoccupied bathroom and ensures that no one is within earshot.

“H̶̬̮̻͔̯̥̤̪́̑͋͋͜Ḩ̸̧̡͈̖̹͇̜̤͍̗͇̻͂̓͛̃͆͝͠’̸̣̺̯̲͍̞͕̳̣̯̿̅̅͛̒N̶͉̺͖̯̟͇͉͎̣̈́̄̋̊̒̄͐͆G̶̛̭͇̪͍̬̳̼̦̎̈́͜K̸̛̛̪̞̉̇͆̿͝͝T̵̲̤͔̈́͂! H̷̭̳̤̗̻͙̀͆̉̓͋͋͑̕͠Ȟ̵̰̥̲̳̱́̍͜͜’̷͇͕͙̰͓̪̭̞͎̋̀͜D̸̢̡̛͇̜̪̱͖̥̝̯̱̃̀́̉̄͜͝Ź̶͇͎̠̟̹̫͈͌̿͒̓͋̈́̃̆̃̿͑̚͠Z̵̧͉͓̔͐́̀͐̈́̋͛Z̶̲̬̠̠͎̩͒̆̎̄̃̿̄̒͆̇̉̓̎͠Ḩ̴̢̢̛͈̔̋͗̈̊̎̀̎̀̎͌̂͝͝! H̶̡̨̠̮͉̱͕̜̼̱̬̫̲̽̀̂̀͆͐͜H̵̨̛̗̘̹͚̰̝̬̱͐̾͌̓͑̔͊̆͊͌͐̕͝͝’̶̨͕̗͙̝͕̯̬̯̮̹͛̎͘T̴̡͖̳̱̟̫̫̰̀̂͂̃̀͋͂̕͠ͅS̴͓̘̪̫̼͉̻͈̰̟̈̀̊̍̿̀̓̋͋͛̀͌͝Ḫ̷̙̩̦̤̞͇̟̘̐̐̇͒̀́̈́̑̔̀̏̂͝͠͝H̶̤̺̣̾̃́̆͑̿̃ͅ!”

The buzzing is incessant and the faint sound of radio static begins to fill the bathroom, a true testament to his lack of control. It shouldn’t be this way, he should be better-composed. He’s supposed to be indestructible, infallible, and completely immune to any kind of illness as silly as a cold.

Unfortunately, however, Hell just doesn’t work like that.

“Ugh…”

His head pounds and he’s begging to feel dizzy. Thankfully, there are worse places to pass out than in the bathroom of a trusted friend’s place, but he has a feeling his pride won’t allow him to do even that. There’s no way he’s going to show weakness, even to himself if he can help it.

Blowing his nose alleviates some of the pressure in his head as well as the sound of radio static in the room, but it doesn’t get rid of the incessant buzzing in his nose. He has a feeling that’s probably going to stick around for a while, as annoying as it is.

That’s when he hears the bathroom door open despite him being completely certain that he’d locked it. “Oh, Alastor, dear, you could’ve just told me you weren’t feelin’ well.”

At least it’s just Rosie. Some of the tenseness in his shoulders relaxes at that. He puts a smile back on his face and turns to face her with the little amount of dignity he still has left. “It seems that even Overlords can be brought down by a simple cold, I’m afraid,” he admits in a joking manner, not willing to admit how terrible he truly feels. “Do be careful, I would hate for you to catch something because of me.”

“Nah, that’s not somethin’ you have to worry your pretty little head about, darling,” Rosie says instead, not willing to accept Alastor playing this off. “Just trust me. I can shut down the shop for the day and make you some nice tea to help with that throat’a yours.”

That’s…nice. As much as Alastor would hate to admit weakness, there’s something about being offered a warm cup of bitter tea when he feels like collapsing on his feet right now. “How could I ever turn down an offer as generous as that? I think I’ll join you for some tea and conversation.”

The “conversation” part is ballsy, even for him, considering he isn’t sure how much longer he can go without sneezing. The buzzing in his nose is continuing to bug him even after he blew his nose. But being cared about tea sounds too nice to turn down.

The shop looks much different without the hustle and bustle of busy Cannibal Town residents. For Hell, Rosie has always managed to keep the place is relatively high spirits, a true feat for anyone unlucky enough to be down here.

“H̵̩̄̾̚͘̚H̴̨̞̥̾͊́’̷̱͓̰́̓͋̀̂D̸͎̱͌͑́͠T̴̜̚C̸̢̛̲̮͙̪̈́̋͗͜Ḩ̴̯̼̭̯͚̐͝!”

Great, now the static is back. And Rosie heard him.

His mask is slipping.

“Goodness, I apologize,” he says, trying to act as unbothered as possible. He can’t tell if Rosie is buying it or not since her back is turned to him, making tea. He grabs his handkerchief and rubs at his nose, hoping that will alleviate some of the annoying buzzing.

“You don’t need to act all tough around me,” Rosie chastises. “Haven’t we known each other for long enough by now? No one else is here right now. You can let your guard down, I’ve got you.”

As reassuring as that is (Rosie’s care is a good one to be in), Alastor isn’t sure he can let himself relax like that. He’s never done it before and he isn’t sure he can do it now, even with aches and soreness all over.

“You do have a way of seeing through everyone, don’t you?” Alastor says, finally letting his guard down. His voice is less animated and his ears begin to droop slightly. Anyone else would take this as an immediate sign to attack the Radio Demon, but not Rosie. Rosie is a friend. Rosie is safe.

“Here you go,” she says, sliding over a hot cup of black tea with no sugar. “That should help with your throat if it isn’t already hurting. But I have a feeling it is and you’re just not tellin’ me.”

“Oh Rosie, do tell me how it feels to be right all the time, hm?” Alastor jests. He didn’t realize how much his throat was actually hurting until he takes the first sip of tea. He tries to stifle the cough that ensues behind a fist, but an unsettling staticky sound emerges anyway.

“It feels lovely, darlin’,” Rosie quips. “But it sounds like your throat doesn’t. I really feel for you—getting sick while also bein’ in Hell? What kinda shitty luck is that?” She bursts into boisterous laughter, which Alastor doesn’t exactly appreciate but lets slide.

“I’ve had worse days, but this one is the shittyhh—

Ḩ̷̰͍̹̖̮̟͂̍͑̒̄Ḥ̸̨̯̥͕̣͙̯̠̳̘͇̀̋̄̂͒́̑͘͜͝’̸̡̡̮͔̪̰̼̖͉̝͈̝̃͗̅͋͗̓͛͌͝E̸̤̦̱͓̭͉͇̠͚͂̽̏̎͌͑̀̋̀͂̕̚͝͠͝D̷̢͎̭͙̹̙̖̭̣̣̮͖̰͖̆̚Ż̶̧̨͖̭͕͉͇̩͉̰͙͍͍̰̥̂́̉͌Z̵̳̲̝̱̦̻͙̰͕̭̪̯͗̈̋̑̍̅̓̌̆̀̔̇͜S̴̨̢̢̛̲̦͔̠͔̻̯̼̥͆ͅH̵͎͋̽̀̅̄̕Û̸̢̩̝͕̾̈́̓͂̽̀̓̉̚! Ugh, ‘scuse mbe. Well, I suppose

there’s certainly no way I can broadcast in this condition, now is there?” Might as well rest here and recuperate before heading back to the hotel, he thinks to himself, especially if Rosie is being so amenable. Wouldn’t want to face her wrath if I tried to walk out of here like this, either.

He can feel his ears drooping at this point, but he doesn’t have the energy or the necessity to keep them pointed upright. Hopefully no sneaky lesser demons are lurking around looking for pictures but Alastor is still confident in his abilities to detect any foul presences, even battling one of the worst colds of his life.

“How’s that hotel business going these days? The princess and her friends still up to their little shenanigans?” Rosie asks, trying to make conversation. Alastor thinks he still has enough energy left for that.

“Always,” he responds, the plastered smile on his face suddenly feeling slightly more genuine. “But it can be such a headache. There’s no way I could possibly be there now, imagine the migraine I would get in my state.” It’s certainly not because the thought of being doted on makes his cold, shriveled heart do funny things inside his chest.

“Just don’t stay here too long,” Rosie suggests. “Of course you’re welcome to stay as long as you’d like, dear, but I’m sure the residents would miss you dearly if you were gone more than a few days. It’s just a matter of time before one of them comes looking for you, you know.”

That, he knows too well. He can practically hear Charlie worrying all the way from the hotel lounge. But there’s no way he can show vulnerability around any of them.

Not yet.

“I’ll make sure to recover quickly, then,” Alastor says, sipping on his tea cup. “Give them nothing to worry about. I’ll be back in no tihh… no time—

“Ḩ̴̤͓̫̖͇̤͊̂́͜H̵̢̢̤̺̩̟̖͍̩̹̗̠̑̈́̈́̀͌͑̾̊͝ͅ’̸͇̈̑͒Ë̶̮̝̗͕͖̳͇̗͕̼̬͖́̐͑̈͋̒̀̄̉̈́̒̾̚͘T̵̛̗͚̰̱̭̘͉̯̝̈́̀̂̏̍̽͋͘͝S̴̡̙̺͎̬̱̘̈̅̏́̇ͅS̴̭̥̑̉̂͛̂̾̏̂̾͗Ḣ̵̢̢̞͕̹̰̯̟̰̯̠̖͕͔̀U̸̮͌͆́̏̂̎̏͝͠! Ȟ̴̱’̵̧̛̘́̏͑̌̔̅̑̀͒͂̽͗̃̄H̴̛͙̮͈̠̻̝̱͖̺̺̺͉̩͙̲̆̒́͆̃̂̕͜Ả̷͉̫̘͋̃̋̽̂͂̆̽̏̍̐̾͌̕͜͝Z̵̧̡̠̻̥̲̙͇̙̠͋͌͛̈́͐͋͊͆̔͆͗͒̍͝Z̶̢͚͓͒̆̈́͊̈̑͠ͅZ̶͉̠̗͇̥̰͎̰̱͙͉̱̜̳̣̉̒̌́̓̓͋̚͠H̸̬͓͚̻͖̣̙̬͌̈́̈́͒͌̒̍̒̌̕͠Ủ̶̧̜̱̺̘̖͖̣̣̙͇̩̣͉̄ͅ! Ḥ̴̨̼̣̩̰͓̗̞̜̘͖̱̊̍͜͝È̵̟͒̄͝’̵̙̱̻̥̼̥̹͈̎̈͋̔̅̋̿̓̔͘͜͜Ḍ̷̠̤͕̞̻̟̻͓̜̱̱̃̊̀̎̈́̓̍̇̏͂̚̕Z̸̡̜͈̝̖̈́͊̾̐̓̾̈̽̎̌̍͛̑̕̚̕Z̶̺̣̯̺̫͇̈́̒̇͒̇͆̄̓̅͋̒H̸̨̡̜̳̜̜̣̤̮̉̏̇̿͌̈́̈́́̅̊̒͂͆̇͝Ứ̵̡̙̮͍̣̼̹̠̞̣͕̇̂̑̄̑̔̑̋̎͛̚͝ͅ!”

That damned buzzing in his nose! If it were an enemy, he would be able to eliminate them in nanoseconds. But even the great Alastor can’t fight off a cold without rest and relaxation.

Thankfully, he can get plenty of it at Rosie’s.

#snz #sickfic #snez #snzfic #snzblr #snzario #snz kink #snz blog

[persephonememes]

* (  THE HAUNTING OF BLY MANOR /  SENTENCE PROMPTS.

These may have been edited for clarity or length or to better apply for roleplaying.

❛ i was just really, really sad. ❜

❛ dead doesn’t mean gone. ❜

❛ i thought i was going to die too. ❜

❛ it only felt like dying because, actually, i was still alive. ❜

❛ to truly love another person is to accept that the work of loving them is worth the pain of losing them. ❜

❛ we can’t count on the past. ❜

❛ we think we have it trapped in our memories, but memories fade. ❜

❛ you’ll find it much quieter out here. ❜

❛ any of us could die at any moment. ❜

❛ she/he was my anchor. ❜

❛ i’m a lot braver than people think. ❜

❛ nothing holds, and all things change, given time. ❜

❛ change does not often announce itself. ❜

❛ all things fade. ❜

❛ time takes all things. ❜

❛ it is the way of the world. ❜

❛ the past recedes, memories fade, and so, true, does the spirit. ❜

❛ everything yields to time, even the soul. ❜

❛ there’s a difference between feeling good and feeling alive. ❜

❛ funerals are for the living. it’s up to the living to decide what they can and cannot bear. ❜

❛ i don’t know why brilliant young women are always punished. ❜

❛ you don’t have to lose yourself to find happiness, you know. ❜

❛ i was having the strangest dream. ❜

❛ what have you got when your back’s against the wall when there’s nothing left for you but faith? ❜

❛ sometimes, right can seem wrong, and wrong can seem right. ❜

❛ do you know what life is really all about? ❜

❛ save them all if you can, but put your own oxygen mask on first. ❜

❛ death is something to mourn, not fear. ❜

❛ i wasn't going to ask you if you're alright because i don't like being lied to. so, what's wrong? ❜

❛ everyone is exhaustive. even the best ones. ❜

❛ we are meant to die. it's natural. ❜

❛ every living thing grows out of every dying thing. ❜

❛ that's where all it's beauty lies, you know, in the mortality of the thing. ❜

❛ one day at a time is what we've got. ❜

❛ one day at a time is what we've got. it's what everybody's got, if you get down to it. ❜

❛ if you can't feel anything, then i'll feel everything for the both of us. ❜

❛ but no one is going anywhere, okay? ❜

❛ you shouldn't be thinking of losing each-other at all. ❜

❛ don't let that loom over your happiness right now. ❜

❛ it is rare what you've got. ❜

❛ what is the catch? ❜

❛ i’m not running, from anything and it hurts me when you say that. ❜

❛ perfectly splendid. ❜

❛ you have to promise me that you’ll stay in your room. ❜

❛ none of us are blameless. ❜

❛ on a scale of zero to american, how would you rate her? ❜

❛ it’s such a draining thing, dealing with children. ❜

❛ i have an inquiring mind. ❜

❛ we both know you don’t make mistakes. ❜

❛ let me guess, you are to be our very own mary poppins? ❜

❛ i hope she haunts that fucker forever. ❜

❛ why should anyone hate a lake? ❜

❛ let me show you just how beautiful you are. ❜

❛ it’s just you and me then. ❜

❛ look at you all flush. you’re pretty when you blush. ❜

❛ being with him might be scary at times but, it’s also exciting and fun. ❜

❛ and for the first time in my life, that little voice in my head saying i’m not good enough has disappeared. ❜

❛ i’ve never felt so alive. ❜

❛ i swear, you’re such a bore, and you don’t know when the leave well enough alone. ❜

❛ sometimes people just need to be alone. ❜

❛ i couldn’t sleep. i feel like i can never sleep again, frankly. ❜

❛ haven’t we done this already? ❜

❛ i have a surprise for you. ❜

❛ i have a surprise for you. ❜

❛ don’t leave your room at night. ❜

❛ the past is always present. ❜

❛ the stories we tell each other have a way of changing. ❜

❛ love is a haunting melody that i have never mastered and i fear i never will. ❜

❛ no good ever comes from dwelling on the worst. ❜

❛ you can’t choose who you love. ❜

❛ ghosts do not have to be scary. they can be comforting. ❜

❛ the heart is a fragile thing, and it can break in many different ways. ❜

❛ people often fear what they cannot understand. ❜

❛ we are all haunted in some way, by the things we have lost or the things we have done. ❜

❛ death is not the end, it’s just a door we all have to go through. ❜

❛ the past cannot be changed, but it can still hurt us. ❜

❛ the things we bury have a way of finding their way back to the surface. ❜

❛ some people are born to be alone, and others are born to be together. ❜

❛ ghosts are memories, and memories are what make us who we are. ❜

❛ the dead don’t really leave us. they live on in the memories we have of them. ❜

❛ the more we try to run from something, the more it chases us. ❜

❛ we all have a shadow self, the part of us that we don’t like to admit exists. ❜

❛ the world is full of secrets, and some are best left buried. ❜

❛ the heart wants what it wants, and sometimes that can be a terrifying thing. ❜

❛ every relationship is a dance, and both people need to be willing to take a step forward. ❜

❛ life can be cruel, but it can also be beautiful. ❜

❛ we are all just playing a part, but some roles are harder to shake off than others. ❜

❛ the past is written, but the future is still unwritten. ❜

❛ the greatest tragedy in life is not death, but the things we leave unsaid. ❜

❛ i do not like this game. ❜

❛ i'm actually pretty in love with you. ❜

❛ no one should ever need that much help. ❜

❛ you let me handle this part. ❜

❛ the wrong kind of love can fuck you up, follow you and make you do some really stupid shit. ❜

#rp meme #rp memes #rp prompts #ask meme #meme #memes #roleplay meme #ask memes

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Hiiiii, itssss meee,

Load!

Finally coming at you with a post!

This time around, just a simple one, for i wanna talk about

--- Hair. ---

WAIT, LEMME EXPLAIN.

I'm finally working on some art related to the boys. (That i may or may not be posting) But when drawing their hair, i ended up gotten to thinking. (WoooOoooo, spooky.)

Pierces hairstyle is an odd choice to me, considering his character. (..the little we got.) He's considered to be a gentle giant, a kind soul, someone who's emotionally damaged due to trauma - or at least just most likely traumatized.

So then, why is his hair slicked back??

It seems unfitting or uncharacteristic for him to have said hairstyle.

I say this because slicked back hair to me gives off a more confident vibe. Part of why it does is because it leaves your face exposed, your eyes.

If we go with the saying "eyes are the window to the soul," then he's almost being... vulnerable. If his eyes are kind, then why show it off? Considering daemos society... This is something he should/would hide. He can't let his true nature show. otherwise, he would be deemed weak and worse (*cough* noi was going to be killed because of being deemed weak *cough*) killed.

So it would make sense if he kept his hair down, let his bangs in his face. In order to hide his eyes. In order to hide the kindness within them.

Of course, he might need to have this hairstyle. To give off the impression he's confident; that he's not weak. Therefore, compensating with him being expressionless. Suppressing his emotion altogether. Building a brick wall around his heart to protect himself as he puts on a facade.

With this in mind, i need to draw Leif with bangs way shorter.

The way i draw Leifs bangs gives him SO MANY OPPORTUNITIES for his eyes to be hidden, concealed. Avoiding vulnerability.

Dont get me wrong. i think he absolutely tries to hide vulnerability. But this fucker, this son of a plant, has (dumbass)

✨️ confidence ✨️

especially with not hiding his scar at all, i don't think aphmaus Leif would hide his face or eyes. Not even on a mission where he's SUPPOSED TO.

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Btw, i know Rhys has slicked back hair as well. Buuut... i mean. There's not really much to say? Im unsure if he truly has the confidence. But, lets say he does.

... Though, otherwise... i have ideas.

But their not quite true ...to Aphmaus Rhys.

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Anyway, thanks for reading my silly little thoughts.

Have a good day/night/noon!!

#my inner demons aphmau #aphmau my inner demons #teehee~

[dramalets]

Top 5 most heart wrenching, soul shattering, i-must-leave-the-room BL moments

E V I L. I truly had to sleep on this one to think it through. I’m a tearful bean in life but something has to hit correctly in media to get me. (Often it’s the bittersweet that’ll get me instead of the out and out tragedy.)

1. Vice Versa

As I’ve stated before I’m not a gif maker nor a particularly good screen grab taker so I don’t have a shot of a particular moment for you. But VV just all round was an emotional rollercoaster for me. The moment where Puen is preparing to go back to his own universe and must say goodbye to his alternate universe parents, all whilst knowing he has no family in his real t/l, is absolutely gut stabbing to me.

2. Like in the movies

Just the whole show. It’s a perfect example of a right person wholly wrong time relationship and it’s played so beautifully by Ian & Paolo. It’s 8 thirty minute episodes that I will simply never get over.

3. GameBoys (1&2)

These sweet, sweet boys. Kokoy & Elijah are amazing cryers. I can find crying on screen very awkward if it’s not done well but these two perfected the art. Overall this drama is a positive one but the emotional punches it does make really hit and are made all the better by how clearly the love these two have is shown to us.

4. Moonlight Chicken

Specifically Kaipa. Also really the sort of resigned heaviness of Uncle Jim in the earlier episodes and the way he grows with the people around him. His journey made me emotional.

5. Be My Favourite

When Kawi goes back and he’s famous and he thinks things are fixed but he realises he’s, not only, fucked up his life but also in turn Pear’s, Pisaeng’s and tbh also Max’s. The slow realisation he comes too that it’s Pisaeng he can’t live without, that he needs to once again go back on himself and repair things so this t/l never gets too happen, it kills me. Also shout out to Gawin’s acting in these scenes because the boy proved himself.

I think also general shout out too the FirstKhao extended universe because those fuckers ALWAYS make me cry.

#tag game #jen rambles

[stealingyourbones]

I know nothing about Darkseif except what you've explained, but didn't you mention he has a son? I submit: Enemies-to-Lovers redemption arc between that guy and Danny.

Bonus, Danny is penpals with someone in the Teen Titans and they've been giving him advice without actually knowing Danny's true power or who the other party is.

HE DOES HAVE A SON!!

Ok so I myself don’t know tOO much about him but the entire thing with his son is a whole fuckin tHing.

In short summary: The rulers of Apokolips and New Genesis were gonna swap sons as a means of a truce (spoiler alert: Darkseid didn’t keep the truce.)

Darkseid took All Father’s son and tortured the fucker and trapped him in so many various torture devices that he eventually became a master at escape. He became Mister Miracle, otherwise known as Scott Free. I know a LOT about mister miracle but he isn’t the person in question here.

The person in question’s name is Orion the War God. It truly depends on what story you read. Either he is able to quell his rage and goes on adventures with a bunch of New Gods and helps with issues that normally center around earth, or he cannot quell his anger and rage and embraces his heritage. He overthrows Darkseid as the Ruler of Apokolips and goes to harness the Anti-Life equation to destroy Earth.

I really haven’t read much that focuses on Orion besides a few New Gods comics by Jack Kirby. They are truly a work of art.

(Orions helmet is sometimes steel, sometimes purple, sometimes blue. Gotta love color inconsistency. Oh and for those who have only watched the Young Justice tv show, that red fucker is what Forager’s original design looks like.)

I love love love the interpretation of Orion in the Young Justice cartoon. His primary debut is in Rocket’s character Arc in the 4th season. The dude is autistic and is used as a vessel to help Rocket grow as a person and help her stop her neurotypical biases. In the show he tries his best to be a good person even though his entire bloodline and race fully goes against that morality. It’s really hard but he grows as a person as well and learns to accept himself as he is and use his rage to help others. (Oh also he’s literally one of the best autistic characters I’ve ever seen in animated media. Like genuinely it made me really happy to see that they went above and beyond and let this man kick some ass and show he’s powerful as hell.)

I love YJ Orion with my heart and soul. That version of Danny I could absolutely see have an enemies to lovers arc with Danny. The comic version is really a pure villain and even worse than Darkseid.

Also everyone say thank you to Jack Kirby for his wild ass designs because look at this fuckers outfit:

He looks so funky. Imagine a man with that outfit meeting Danny. First thing Danny would comment on would be his wild ass clothing choices.

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Oh I love the idea that Danny is a pen pal with a titan. Big question is who? It would be neat for Beast Boy or Raven to be his penpal and slowly get some clues that something is off with this kid. Not off enough to say “wow this kid is a superhero.” But in the sense that they might think something is off in his living situation. They’re both glad that they have a friend they can talk to about just mundane stuff and not have to worry about superheroism for the few minutes a day they read and respond to each others letters/emails.

#sagaduwyrm #danny phantom #dpxdc #dp x dc #dc comics #writing prompts #dp x dc prompt #bones replies #Orion #teen titans

[veryverysleepdeprived]

“The Wretched Dock”

Pairing - Pirate!Eclipse X SeaMonster!Reader

Due to the fact I’m suffering from extreme brainrot thanks to @bones-of-a-rabbit’s AUs, I’m writing another oneshot around them.

Just like the last, this oneshot is based off their Pirate Eclipse AU. May I also add this was entirely made because I came up with a super fluffy scenario and I couldn’t resist writing it down.

Includes :

• Attempted kidnapping

• Mentions of firearms

• Someone got shot

• Curse words

Art below is made by @bones-of-a-rabbit, who made the AU! Check them out, I have severe brainrot thanks to them :P

As always, enjoy and please leave requests for me!

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Art from this post : https://www.tumblr.com/bones-of-a-rabbit/725569544989622272/pirate-husband-eclipse-for-ur-soul-aka-a-couple

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“Clipse! Look! Barrel seats!”

“Slow down, my treasure! We’ve just entered, don’t make too much noise!”

Today was a special day for Eclipse. As a celebration for their most recent plunder, he decided to bring his crew to the local pub near one of the docks.

It wasn’t frequented by sailors, so he was safe to do as he pleased there without worrying about getting arrested. More importantly, it meant he got to go on an outing with his beloved, which more than made up for the risk.

Sure, some might have seen it as unnecessarily dangerous, but seeing them so happy melted his heart. Especially since he was an infamous pirate, he was sure no one would dare try anything.

He sat down on a repurposed barrel, ordering a pint of beer. He wasn’t too sure how beer might affect his beloved, so he ordered them water.

The cozy lamps, rustic furniture, and general warm feeling were bliss. With his darling sitting on his lap drinking from a small wooden mug, it was even better than bliss.

“Clipse, look drunk.”

“I… hic! not a chance my love, hic! not a chance! I’m… hic! perfectly normal! Just going to… hic! take a nice nap.”

“Goodnight Clipse!”

“Goodnight, treasure… hic!”

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Eclipse woke up, his head feeling like hell. God, he should really control his alcohol intake. Peaking out the window, he saw the sun rising. They really spent all night in this pub?

He rubbed his head, getting up from the wooden countertops. He gestured for his darling, only to realize…

Shit.

They weren’t on his lap.

Where were they.

He immediately sobered up, busting out the front door. Where were they?

“Well, would you look at this!”

A voice, from where?

“A sea monster, these don’t come here often. They’ll fetch a pretty price at the market.”

Back of the pub, got it.

Eclipse frantically rushed over before it was too late, finding two disgruntled men looking over his beloved, who was trapped in a net.

Bastards.

“Let’s send them to the market, and see how much gold we can get.”

“Yes sir!”

“I’m sorry, but you’ll only be getting lead for them.”

The two men turned around, to see a very pissed-off Eclipse pointing a flintlock pistol towards them.

“Put them down, and we can forget this whole thing ever happened.”

“And if I don’t?”

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“You fucker! You shot him!”

The man was rolled up like a ball on the ground, writhing in pain. His leg had just been shot by a flintlock pistol.

“I warned him. Now unless you wish to join him, move out of my fucking way.”

The man’s face turned pale, dragging his friend away from the aggravated Eclipse. Shoving the two aside, he rushed over to his darling, slicing open the net keeping them trapped with a single swing of his sword.

“My precious treasure, are you alright?”

“Yes…”

“Good, good. Let’s go back to the ship. I’m sorry about all this, I truly am.”

The two walked off, Eclipse carrying them bridal-style as he made his way off this wretched dock, back to his ship.

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#fanfic #oneshot #fandom #fanfiction #writing #my fanwork #fanwork: fanfic #eclipse #eclipse fnaf #eclipse x y/n #eclipse x reader #eclipse x oc #not my oc #not my art #not my character #bones of a rabbit au #pirates #pirate au #sea monster au #fnaf security breach #fnaf #fnaf au #fnaf ruin #fnaf fandom #fnaf fanfic #im a simp #fnaf x y/n #fnaf x reader #fnaf sb #i love this handsome pirate man T-T

[mrcarmenile]

okay HI

MY THOUGHTS ON THE FINALE!!

HAZBIN HOTEL FINALE SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT

holy fucking god do i have words to say

here’s some INCREDIBLY unorganized thoughts:

alastor losing his filter temporarily made my heart DROP dude. also is it just me or did he lose his accent too? like it just kind of sounded like amir to me lmao

angel with his “charlie said to live tonight however we wanted” JUMPSCARED ME and then when he said “so pour me a fresh one” i was like Oh

adam said some real knee slappers this episode i was laughing so hard. “SUCK MY HOLY LIGHT FUCKERS” “chill lute. fuck” “wow i didn’t see this giant fucking shield in front of me YOU DUMB BITCH NO SHIT” are my favorites

the whole “now i’m going to fuck you” gag had me ROLLING (angel’s little 🤨 and valentino’s “well this just got interesting” got me dude)

ALSO LUCIFER FUCKED EVE????? HUH?????

vox screaming at the tv also had me choking from laughter, especially the “NOOO FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU!! PUSSY!!!” (that is absolutely me yelling at the tv ur not alone vox 🙏)

the “these fucking angels won’t stop coming” “HA!” scene was weirdly cute and i love it

ALSO CAN WE TALK ABOUT EVERYONE’S OUTFITS???? CHARLIE’S DRESS WAS FUCKING ADORABLE AND VAGGIE’S SUIT THING WAS BADASS AND ANGEL SERVED CUNT WITH THAT LOOK AND DON’T GET ME STARTED WITH CHERRI BOMB so many halloween costumes to choose from man

also lucifer’s hot

alastor and niffty was the cutest thing i love them so much why are they wholesome ☹️☹️ “i dub thee - king roach!!” and the little crown 🥺

LMAO THE SIR PENTIOUS AND CHERRI BOMB KISS WAS EPIC AND COMEDIC AS FUCK (“that was kinda hot..” had me rolling)

the last song nearly had me crying like i SCREECHED when lucifer started singing to the tune of happy day in hell and the fucking vox and val duet???? and velvette filming them dancing??? the vees are terrible fucking people why was that scene wholesome LET ME HATE THEM STOP GIVING VILLAINS DEPTH AND EMOTIONS AND REAL BONDS PLEASEEEE (/nsrs obviously well written villains are peak but I WANNA HATE THEM SO BAD) also alastor’s part gave me fr chills like. “great alastor, altruist, died for his friends” THE WAY AMIR TALAI SANG THAT LIKE HE WAS ON THE VERGE OF SNAPPING. ROUND OF FUCKING APPLAUSE. and the new hotel looks fucking fire i can’t wait to see the interior!!!

the end of the last song nearly brought me to tears it was such a perfect ending note

SPEAAAAKING OF SONGS. HOOLY SHIT. THE MORE THAN ANYTHING REPRISE??? shit made me shed a tear like. AND THE KISS???? finally we get the goddamn lesbians god bless 🙏🙏🙏

also can i just say vox and val making out with tongue at the end for 0.5 seconds SENT ME. i was caught so off guard that i laughed until i choked dude like that shit fr got me

“how’s mercy taste ya little bitch” is officially one of my favorite hazbin quotes cuz the way jeremy jordan said it was fucking hilarious

oh and the battle scenes were fucking crazy i can see where half the budget went lmfao the fight scenes ATE

also wtf lilith was in heaven this whole time? just chilling? idk what to think or say about thing honestly

and if lucifer fucked eve is she in hell too???? is SHE the one who has alastor on a leash?? what is her relation to lilith??? are they working together or are they enemies or is eve pretending to be lilith or do they have nothing to do with each other??? why did lilith leave hell??? why did they let her leave hell??? what did lute mean by “your deal is done”???? i need answers bro

ALSO I WONDER WHERE EVERYTHING’S GONNA GO NOW THAT PENTIOUS PROVED SOULS CAN BE REDEEMED. now that they’ve proved it is the main plot going to be actually redeeming people? or is heaven gonna hide it from them??? can angel dust be redeemed when valentino owns his soul??? does angel dust truly WANT to be redeemed? once they know that you have to die to be redeemed are they gonna be able to take that risk?? now that i think of it wtf will be the main focus of season 2?? we know the vees play a big role so maybe they’ll try to prevent souls from leaving (maybe valentino will make it really hard for angel to leave and that’ll be a big part?) idk i got a lot of questions man

and it seems like they’re setting alastor up to be the main villain at the end. it seems although his mysterious deal isn’t allowing him to unleash his full power, so when he’s free of the deal i can only imagine how feral he could go. (my guess is that he uses the favor charlie promised to help release him from the deal and then charlie regrets it later when he goes crazy)

anyways all in all the finale is crazy good and i will NOT be getting over it any time soon and i am not ready to wait another few years 🥲

#hazbin hotel #hellaverse #hazbin hotel finale #hazbin hotel episode 8 #hazbin hotel season 1 #hazbin hotel season finale #hazbin hotel spoilers #hazbin hotel the show must go on #the show must go on #hazbin hotel theory #hazbin hotel thoughts #hazbin

[ceilingfan5]

oh that LIST!!! perhaps 🎂 (am I the first person to wish you happy birthday today? it's so late :( I'm dropping everything rn let's celebrate you) and taakitz if you feel so inclined??

It’s a quiet night at Raven’s, which means that Kravitz has been able to take frequent breaks from waiting tables to watch the most gorgeous guy he’s ever seen get stood up. He came in all excited, a bouquet of three long-stem roses clutched a little too tight, tugging at his extravagant, glittering outfit. He waited for a bit, and then agreed to let Kravitz get him a table, and bread to keep it warm, and okay, okay, an italian soda. And he’s been sitting there eating bread and getting refills and tapping his foot hard enough to make the table jostle for at least half a million years. 

It’s a fancy restaurant. Kravitz sees a lot of dates, which means he also sees a lot of dumb jackasses and sorry souls get dumped, or stood up, or left with the check. Just yesterday he watched a married couple take the first, very loud steps to a divorce, when she shouted YOU’VE BEEN SLEEPING WITH DAVID? and threw her drink in his face. It was quite the hubbub, and made the night slightly less boring. Waiting tables is hardly Kravitz’s calling, and he spends a lot of the time people-watching, squirreling away interesting stories to write about later. 

He takes his role as a culinary anthropologist quite seriously, and tries not to intervene, unless things get really weird. Or the subject happens to be, really, honest and truly, the most attractive man Kravitz has ever laid eyes on. And the poor fucker has been waiting for the better part of an hour now. 

“Hello,” he says, swooping in when Gorgeous Victim rattles the ice in his empty drink, violently jabbing his straw at it to break it up. “Can, can I get you another? Maybe a different flavor this time? Peach? Strawberry?” 

The guy jumps, and looks at him with his face all screwed up, and Kravitz watches him paste a smile on in real time. 

“Heyyy,” he says. “Uh. I don’t know. I might be blowing this popsicle factory. He’s not coming, probably. Won’t text me back. Coward.”

“I’m so sorry to hear that.” Kravitz struggles not to rejoice about he. He’s serious and formal and he can be gay later when he isn’t on the clock. Definitely. 

“I mean, it sucks,” he says, grabbing a chunk of bread and gesturing with it. He squinches his face up again like he’s trying really hard to keep it in check, and he laughs, short and bitter. “It’s just fucking stupid, it, it’s my birthday, I was gonna con him into paying for me to get some of your sweetass cake, and- and-” He tosses the bread back into the basket, irritated. 

“It’s your birthday?” Kravitz suddenly feels awful for him. 

“Yeah, I don’t- I don’t know why I’m telling you this,” he huffs. 

“Happy birthday. I’m sorry it didn’t turn out like you expected.”

Gorgeous Guy cocks his head and looks at Kravitz, right through his soul. 

“You know,” he eyes his nametag. “You know, Kravitz, that’s the first time anyone has wished me ‘happy birthday’ today?” 

It’s so late. Kravitz’s heart drops hard enough he could swear he hears it bouncing on the floor. There it goes.

“Listen,” he says, a little intently. “You’re my only table right now. I’m going to get you some of that cake, alright?” 

“You don’t have to drop everything for me-”

“I want to. You deserve it.” 

The guy laughs, stirring his melting ice cubes with his straw. “What do you care? You don’t even know my name, handsome.”

“So tell me, gorgeous.” 

The guy’s eyes flash wide, and he giggles inelegantly in a way that makes Kravitz melt like six thousand pints of cookie dough ice cream. He’s got a gap in his teeth and he’s going to star in Kravitz’s dreams.  

“Taako,” he says, brightening significantly. “The name’s Taako. Do you always dress like a penguin, or is the tux just a hobby?” 

Kravitz laughs. 

“Let me get you a big slice of cake, and I’ll tell you everything.”

#thank you! #fan5fics #taz #tazb #taz fic #taz balance #taakitz #taakitz fic #the adventure zone #the adventure zone balance

[querenciasturniolo]

what’s ur fav tattoo of nicks?

OHHHHHHHHHHHH THIS IS A GOOD QUESTION

ONE THAT I WILL HAVE MUCH TROUBLE ANSWERING

I’M GIVING YOU MY TOP FIVE (in no particular order) AND THE REASONS

1. edward scissorhands’ hand ~ i’ve been a tim burton girly since i was basically an infant, i’m actually planning on getting a coraline tattoo and an edward scissorhands tattoo at some point (when i have money and time LMAOO) bc i love tim burton films so fucking much he’s truly the goat.

2. trident ~ percy jackson girly till i DIE. deadass the first book series i ever DEVOURED and it’s what made me an avid reader and what inspired me to write. i was one of those cringey fuckers in middle school that did the “who’s your godly parent” tests constantly (i got hades once and he’s the only one i claim fr)

3. pegasus ~ hercules is in my top 3 disney movies fr fr, i just love it so much. such a beautiful message in finding yourself, even with your struggles, and learning to love you and others in the process. also phil cracks my ass up.

4. “everything happens for a reason” ~ such a true statement, i’ve been learning to live by it and not dwell on things that have happened to me the last few months as i’ve worked on my anxiety, mental health and severe over-thinking issues so yes yes yes i love it

5. scarecrow ~ i LOOOOOOVE fall. it’s my favorite season, always has been, always will be. all of my happiest memories (with friends, family, etc) are in fall. deadass love fall with absolutely all of my soul and heart and being.

#el answers #sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo #nicolas antonio sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #chris sturniolo #christopher owen sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matthew bernard sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #sturniolo #the sturniolos #the sturniolo triplets #querenciasturniolo

[tinkabelle24]

Remains

Chapter 2: Go

Help finally arrives, but is it too late?

A/N: MASSIVE trigger warning for this chapter. Please read before proceeding.

TW! CHILD DEATH, Murder-suicide, Blood/Gore.

Chapter 1

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Bandana wound around her nose and mouth, Addie tentatively opened the only non-transparent door in the building, to the storeroom. Despite her precautions this time, the horrific smell hit her just as severely as the first.

"Schijt!"

She clamped a hand over the fabric, tears pricking her baby blues as she swallowed the bile that threatened to spill forth. She's smelt some... smells, in her career and as a parent - nothing like this.

Finally composing herself, the blonde stepped forward, chancing a glance downward. On the floor of the cramped space, defiling the vinyl with its biofluids, lay the dissected body of their 'donor' walker - dead dead.

His name was Hank Green; born May 7th, 1958. He was a local. He had three grandchildren...

Shake it off, Addie. You can do this.

You MUST do this.

She reached for a fresh sheet and gloves... and a peg.

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Four over here, six over there...

I think I'd rather take my chances with the former.

Addie lowered her gaze from the window to her pistol, noting the half-empty magazine before returning it to the chamber; releasing the slide, then stuffing it inside her leg holster. She took extra care in avoiding the semi-dried gore now hanging from her torso.

A gun was the 'absolute last resort' option. As sight was compromised, their other senses (hearing especially) were heightened to compensate. Should one go off, expect all undead within a mile radius to come running.

Luckily, Addie's only needed to shoot thrice: twice, in the initial outbreak, when she and Lucas became cornered; once, to prevent a carjacking. Had Matt not jumped the fucker when he did (getting pistol-whipped in the process), the opportunity she took to take him out likely wouldn't have presented itself.

The what ifs of that day still haunt her, four months later.

Reaching round her back, beneath the canvas satchel and sheet-smock, Addie tugged her dagger from its sheath. She carefully ran a thumb along the blade, checking its sharpness.

Finally satisfied, she slotted it back in; gaze lingering over her (still sleeping) child as she fetched the keys from her pocket, snatched up the bloodstained machete propped against the wall, then beelined for the rear exit.

As carefully as her trembling fingers would allow, Addie turned the key in the mechanism; simultaneously monitoring the position of the four walkers wandering about this side of the building.

The lock clicked louder than expected. Heart leaping into her throat, the blonde immediately retreated behind the blanket (top half still nailed to the architrave) as the walker closest to the fence snapped her way, groaning inquisitively. She could feel its milky gaze burning through the polyester, into her very soul.

"Schijt!"

Peeking round the blanket, Addie watched as the once impeccably dressed woman, now in decomposing rags, stalked along the fence-line; sniffing the air for her next meal. This behaviour had, unfortunately, drawn the attention of the other three, who were now shuffling their way over.

"Schijt, schijt, schijt...!"

If she doesn’t act now, more will come; then, they’ll be well and truly screwed.

Gripping the hilt of her dagger, Addie squeezed her eyes shut and breathed, steeling herself. After one last long and tremulous exhale, she rushed forward.

For the first time in over a month, she was out.

The walkers hissed wildly as Addie closed in on them, brandishing her blade. With one swift movement, she impaled the woman’s eye socket through the fence; shoving the body away before moving on to the man in the tattered polo and jeans, the elderly woman in night clothes... then the boy, who couldn’t have been any older than eight.

She couldn’t bring herself to look, when she finally cut him down...

As her last kill thudded to the ground, Addie caught the ‘front’ group approaching in her periphery; again, sniffing about. Panicked, the blonde impulsively swiped a hand over the bloodied ricasso, smearing red all over her face; earlobes, lips, eyelids – anywhere that wasn't already covered.

She froze. Waiting, watching; not even daring to breathe as the six gradually lost interest, then finally disbanded.

If she could become a puddle, she would have.

Snapping out of her stupor, Addie proceeded stiffly sidestepping toward the access gate; pocketing the dagger, then retrieving her machete from its sheath. She carefully lifted the latch and slipped through, pulling it closed behind her.

There was nothing standing between them and her now. Despite their alleged disinterest, she still expected them to turn and swarm her, but they didn't. The closest one, a mere few feet away, twitched when the gate clicked closed; other than that - nothing. It was as though she no longer existed...

Matthew, you ingenious bastard!

Please, please, please, be okay...

Stealing one last glance at the centre, Addie turned on her heel then hurried forward; away from the loitering walkers, across the road (littered with abandoned cars; one containing mummified remains, draped over the deflated driver's seat airbag), through the overgrown field (passing two more oblivious walkers) to the nearest residential area.

She decided on the light-coloured duplex at the end of the cul-de-sac. The left-hand front door was wide open - no good. Chances were the place had already been cleared out, either by the residents or scavengers. Onto the right side...

This door was closed. Addie tried the knob - locked. The blonde hummed thoughtfully, adjusting her satchel strap as she knelt; frown shifting from the wilted Hosta in the corner of the patio, to the leaf-covered welcome mat. She had a hunch...

Yes! Addie snatched the spare key hidden beneath the mat, bracing against the door as she slowly hauled herself upright.

The blood still dropped to her feet.

She'd gladly take dried dog shit at this point; she was that hungry...

You can do this, Addie. Not long now...

She inserted the key; ear pressed against the door as she turned it, to check whether the sound drew the attention of anyone (or thing) possibly wandering about on the other side.

...Nothing.

She nudged the door open and stepped inside, closing it behind her.

The house was quiet; too quiet to be holding walkers, but there was an eerie coldness to the air. She hoped this was only due to it being closed off to the outside for half a year...

She could see the kitchen from the entryway. Her stomach groaned at the sight, but she had one more job to do - secure the area.

Second floor first.

Slowly, Addie ascended the carpeted stairway; dagger at the ready. As she reached the landing, she noted three doors - all ajar.

She poked her head inside the first – the master bedroom. Aside from the mussed bedsheets, the room appeared untouched. No walkers.

The bathroom (second door) was empty also.

Goosebumps prickled Addie's skin as she approached the final door. 'Luna' in painted wooden letters hung from it; somehow, her dread intensified.

She froze when she spotted feet, talus facing the floor.

The blonde swallowed hard, bracing herself. Finally, she pushed forward; following up the man's body until she reached his head. Blood pooled around it, among other stains. A pistol laid beneath his skeletal fingers.

Proceeding him was a bed. Atop the mattress, under a rainbow quilt, hid a child-sized body. A bloodstained pillow covered their head.

A hand flew to Addie's mouth as she averted her gaze, choking back a despaired whimper. Knees buckling, she grasped at the doorframe for support; she collapsed anyway, sobbing and dry heaving.

For several agonising moments, her body refused to relent. Her insides burned from the contractions; her bloodied tears stained her teeth. She spat then swiped at her lips with her sleeve, washing out any remnants with water from her bottle.

She’s seen many undead children in this new, cruel world; enough to desensitise her somewhat. They are but a shell of their former selves – a literal walking corpse. Dead children, however...

This was her first.

Finally prying herself from the floor, Addie shuffled her way into the master bedroom; tugging off the patterned quilt and top sheet, then dragging them back to Luna’s bedroom. Nudging the pistol aside, she carefully laid the quilt over the father’s remains; then moved on to the child, before tearfully stepping away.

“I’m so sorry...” The woman sniffled, after a moment’s silence. Gaze drifting to the gun at her feet, she quietly added: “...and I’m sorry, for this...”

Shame flooded Addie as she snatched it up, scurrying out the door with her metaphorical tail between her legs. Looting dead bodies: incredibly disrespectful but, as the saying goes: desperate times...

Empty magazine. She checked the chamber – also empty.

She rifled through the drawers and closet in the master bedroom – nothing.

Fuck.

She pocketed it anyway; along with two pairs of thick socks, pocketknife, and the Corduroy jacket hanging over the bedpost. Perhaps he kept his stash downstairs...

Addie’s stomach screamed as she ransacked the kitchen; tugging open every cupboard and drawer, for items they could either use or eat. The moment her eyes laid upon a can of Chef Boyardee ravioli, she pounced; ripping it open then shovelling its contents into her mouth with her fingers.

She’d obliterated it in record time; the closest thing she’d had to a meal in days.

It was euphoric.

Addie set the now empty can in the sink; licking the remnants from her fingers as she turned back to the opened pantry. Nonperishables abound – she'd hit the jackpot!

Let’s start with the canned meals, UHT milk, and dried fruit, then come back another day for the rest.

She began stuffing her satchel.

Why you decided not to come this way, Matthew, I’ll never know...

A distant thudding sound, rapidly increasing in both volume and frequency, finally attracted Addie’s attention. She paused, whipping her head every which way to determine its origin.

When she realised, a chill shot up the blonde’s spine. The can she dropped clattered to the ground as she barrelled out the front door, leaving her satchel behind.

~

"Whoa. This place sure went to the dogs, didn't it... Where's the party??"

"Don't you hear the horn?? Follow them, Donnie..."

~

"OVER HERE, YOU FUCKERS!"

Addie hurled a brick through the window of the nearest car, triggering its alarm system. She yipped, yelled and rapped against the metal in a desperate bid to draw the now twenty-odd ravenous walkers away from the front door - away from her son.

"That's it! I'm all yours - come get me!"

They encroached on her from all angles; gangly fingers outstretched, hankering for a tasty morsel. She readied her machete, bracing herself for the impending assault.

"A little closer...!"

The moment one was within swinging range, she swung.

~

"There, I see it! This is it, right - KinderCare? Wait... oh shit! She's fucking surrounded! Raph, Mikey - with me-"

"I ain't leavin' April!"

"Raph- for God's sake! Donnie, let's go!"

~

The horde quickly overwhelmed Addie; corralling the woman up onto the car roof, with little more than an inch of leeway on either side.

One misstep and she was chow.

She was largely successful in diverting their attention. However, one appeared determined to get inside; incessantly striking the double-paned glass with a rock. She'd already wasted three bullets trying to stop this seemingly unstoppable meat bag...

Addie shrieked in horror when they finally smashed through. Faced with no other option, she braced herself to jump; right before being unceremoniously ripped from her feet, losing her machete in the process.

"No, no, no, no, NO!" The woman desperately kicked at the walkers grabbing at her legs; the other side clawed at her smock, strangling her.

Ahead of her, the wayward walker was halfway through the second of three doors standing between them and Lucas.

Get up, Addie.

Get the FUCK up!!!

Balancing her weight with one hand, Addie shakily lifted the other; lining up the chamber with the walker about to bury their flesh-rittled teeth in her shin.

She pressed-

Something whizzed past her ear, impaling the walker's temple and thrusting them sideways. It created a Domino effect, of sorts; one stumbling walker quickly became two, then three, then four...

Addie's legs were now free. As she scrambled to her feet, a mass of green crashed into view; slicing through the crowd like butter.

A shrill whistle pierced her eardrums, followed immediately by equally deafening techno music. She whipped around, finding a heavily modified sanitation vehicle with the logo: 'Tartaruga Bros.', screeching to a halt before her.

"Let's go, you ugly fucks!" A masculine voice hollered as an enormous, green, three-fingered hand sprang from the driver's seat window; slamming repeatedly against the side panel. "Turtle soup - get it while it's hot!"

Addie watched, transfixed, as the remaining horde (and those sprinkling in from the street; picked off by two more hulking, green beings) gradually turned away from her; lurching toward the truck rolling around the parking lot.

"Adrie?!"

She recognised this voice; it belonged to one of the two men she'd spoken with over the radio. He called himself Leo.

Whirling toward the centre, Addie was confronted by a pair of the clearest, bluest eyes she'd ever seen. A deeper blue, tattered cloth encircled them; surrounding that: brilliant green, scaled skin.

Strapped to his plated chest: the string part of a giant wooden bow; as well as a thicker leather strap, extending round what appeared to be a shell, at his back. In his three-fingered hands, he held twin swords; dripping with blood.

He resembled a man, but there were too many peculiarities at play to confirm.

The skin, the plating, the shell...

What are these... people?

Addie's gaze returned to Leo's disconcerted one. His lips were moving; he appeared to be shouting, but she couldn't hear a thing. The now empty entryway behind him had snagged her attention.

The wayward walker had made it through the second door.

She jumped.

"Adrie-!" Leo flinched at the blood curdling scream; proceeded immediately by shattering glass. The woman ignored him; snatching up her fallen machete as she bolted inside.

She'd answered his question, without saying a thing.

He followed her. "Cover the door!!!"

"On it!"

"Leo, more are coming - a lot more!"

In the truck, the dark-haired woman gazed despairingly down the road; toward the town centre. It teemed with oncoming walkers. "I haven't seen this many, since..."

"I know, I know..." The red-masked driver rubbed her shoulder comfortingly; glaring out his own window, watching his comrade disappear. "Whattaya doin', Leo?!" He shouted into the intercom. "Get'er outta there; they'll be on top of us in minutes!"

Glass crunched under Addie's boots as she bounded through the centre. Lucas was screaming for her now.

"MOMMY!!!" Over, and over. It was like knives in her heart.

"LUCAS!!!"

Finally rounding the corner, what she found boiled her blood.

The walker had indeed made it through the last door. They were now dangling over its centre beam, caught on the protruding shards; clawing at the terrified child curled up in the corner.

Addie charged.

She gripped the scruff of their jacket and yanked, gutting them as she thrust them onto the linoleum; knocking their cap off in the process. Their growls were summarily cut short by the downward swing of her machete, into their face. She pried it out, then swung again...

...and again... and again... and again, until their head was nothing more than a bloodied puddle.

Breathless, Addie finally straightened up; grip faltering around her sullied blade. She found Leo standing near the entrance; a conflicting mix of horror and remorse on his scarred features. She couldn't help the distain she slung in return.

Had you gotten here when you said you'd be, likely none of this would have happened...

"Mommy!"

Addie whipped around, dropping her weapon as she scooped her whimpering son into her arms; gripping his body as tightly as he did hers. "Baby... I'm so, so sorry! ... Shhh, it's okay. I'm here, now... I'm here."

Leo averted his gaze, attempting to give mother and son some semblance of privacy whilst they held each other. Meanwhile, his radio was blowing up.

"Adrie, I really hate to interrupt, but-"

"It's daddy, mommy..." Lucas sniffled. Unbeknownst to Addie, he was pointing.

"No..." Leo breathed.

"Daddy isn't here, sweetheart," the woman sighed shakily. "I don't know where daddy is..."

"Daddy hurt me."

Addie's heart stopped.

No. Please, don't let it be...

Slowly, she turned; covering Lucas' eyes as the mess re-entered her field of vision.

She didn't need their face - the sheet and cap gave him away.

"M-Matt...?"

Their decade together flashed before her eyes. Their ‘meet-cute’, when he accidently socked her in the face with a football; their first date, watching Scary Movie at the cinema; their first kiss, that same night; first “I love you’; first time; first fight; first house; first ultrasound; their shotgun wedding; Lucas’ birth; Matt’s months-long emotional affair...

They’d been contemplating divorce when all this started. Being forced to rely on only each other, for absolutely everything, helped them reconcile.

The night before he left, they slept together; the first time in over a year...

"Whoa- hey!" Leo caught Addie before she hit the floor; bracing her elbows, lest Lucas slip from her grasp. "I've got you-"

The blonde gasped as she shrugged him off. “Don’t... t-touch-!”

"Leo, please!" A panicked cry echoed down the hallway; accompanied by grunts and frenzied growls.

Wasting no more time, Leo chanced more physical contact to urge Addie forward. "C'mon, let's go- leave it!” He tugged her upright when she knelt for her machete. “I'll get it - go!"

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Chapter 3

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[olderthannetfic]

I'm gonna say it. I fucking hate "legal readers" with all my fucking heart, soul and body. All of them can step on legos thrice a row and cry about it.

You see, sometimes consuming whatever entertainment media in Spanish is a fucking pain in the ass, because foreign corporations take their really long time to bring to us, Spanish speakers (specially LATAM ones, fuck Europe), that entertainment media we want to read/watch/listen to. So we of fucking course have to go with the method that all gringuitos in Twitter hate and moan and cry about: piracy. I'll be more specific: fan traslations of manhua. Sorry "legal readers" (I'm totally fucking using this way to call 'em as derogatory), but we read that shit illegally. But I'll be fair, they're aren't always gringos. Sometimes they're latinoamericanes too with really USA-poisoned brain.

You see, a month ago or so BiliBili made a public recruitment for Eng to Esp translators. When we saw this, we teared up with fucking joy. Finally! We can read in our language, in the App/Website! We can support our fave authors and illustrators! But most importantly, we won't depend of shitty business as Seven Seas! We, fans, can and will do the job we love to do because we love manhua! Joy, pure fucking joy.

That, until BiliBili just yesterday (or two days ago) realesed the Spanish version. Legal readers apparently were stupid enough to ignore the fact that since the beginning BiliBili was hiring fan traslators and fans in general for the job and when they saw that a lot of people and groups (like GreyHands, they made a great fucking job translating MDZS to Spanish, I'll be forever grateful) that did those illegal translations were NOW doing it LEGAL, they started a war.

"How DARE BiliBili to NORMALIZE illegal translations??? How DARE BiliBili to give job to those horrible bad BAD people who MAKE authors SUFFER when they translate illegally???? How DARE they to make the illegal legal????". They wanted to boycott BiliBili Comics for THIS. They started doxxing and harassing the people that now are working to translate manhua to Spanish (specially one specific person who said that they translation will be also uploaded to TMO [the MangaDex for Spanish speakers] besides BiliBili). But y'all want to know the best part? Those damn legal readers fuckers went to KOREAN authors and cried over this. Why? I think that even God doesn't know the answer, but the Korean authors also started the dumb as fuck discourse about this saying as well "how DARE BiliBili do this????".

Like. My good pendejos imbéciles, can y'all hide better your classism? Please? As a nice suggestion.

Piracy is the only option when corporations ignore your fucking existence until you start being loud enough for 'em to care. And sometimes is the only option when the corporations now know your existence but are absolute GARBAGE and want to abuse and do a really poor job. We LATAM, as a whole continent, are very poor. Things that bring us joy are expensive, we have to fucking survive but we still have the DAMN RIGHT to enjoy WHATEVER we want. And this includes manhua, donghua and danmei novels. And is also true for whatever people in whatever country that is poor. But those legal readers just HATE the fact that we can still ENJOY things. They hate that we can enjoy manhua in our very own language for free. I don't care what you pay, good for you that you can do that and you'll still have money to eat and pay rent and do other things, that's your problem. Good for you, truly. But this isn't everyones life. Why y'all legal readers hate the fact that FANS are working free for FANS to bring 'em joy? If I had enough money to survive AND buy things legally (implying that corporations treat the authors good and they don't steal absolutely anything from 'em) I'd do it in a heartbeat. Without doubt. But I can't, because I don't have that money but I have the right to be happy for a few minutes/hours. (And please don't fucking start the "Local Library Discourse" in the notes because I'll throw legos at y'all who do because gringos love every damn time to bring this up even tho you could be talking about a total different and unrelated subject.)

I'd hate to hate the fact that other people can enjoy things and be happy and find a job when they're poor or when they just want to be nice to poor fans.

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People are quite dumb about piracy. They believe corporations' crying about how every illegal watch/listen is a lost sale, but it never is, even in rich countries.

[bleubrri]

ship your moots !

everyone who’s not here is shipped w me and gets apology head<3

@discordkittenjoestar resident old man fucker, you get all might. who is not old but he thinks that he is so you’re always reassuring him (you’ll still think he’s sexc when you’re both old & grey<3)

@ghxstic nymph n gyutaro?? they’ve been together like.. forever. attached at the hip and people get freaked out when you’re not together. outta pocket bf vibes.. he’d say some shit like babe can i fuck ur tits later🥺 n you’re just like okai :D

@luvkun4 all you bitches wish you had what madi n suga have. prom king + queen. angel couple. do the kinda cutesy stuff that make you affectionately want to die😁 they live on another plane of existence that we all aspire for yet can never come close to.

@okhotel me + toji!!! it’s like.. a harem situation😋 but we have wednesday date night and sunday brunch without him (he got blackout drunk at 11am bc he wanted to ‘get his moneys worth’ like sir..?)

@poohbea now i’m all for the pooh x baji agenda but imma say geto. bc that is the hottest couple you’ve ever seen like let’s be serious. i have pics of them on my life goals pinterest board. the embodiment of scientist gf x english lit bf *dreamy sigh*

@oxygenstarrved reiner n peri 4eva!!! the best couple for double dates bc they’re sm fun<3 n they’re the best hosts!!! the holidays are a dream at theirs (reiner does all the cooking while peris on da ‘puter🤭)

@arlertwitch DUH armin. i feel like y’all have the cutest decor?? like so many cool trinkets and souvenirs bc you’re always travelling. matching cat sweaters in multiple colours me thinks

@sinssoul mr jaeger!!! bc that boy need keepin in check and you stronger than me🫡 a v sensual couple. also the best to smoke with. yall needa get back to me and jean about that 4some too bc..

@wh0reforlevi ohhh my lil monsterfucker imma give you true form sukuna and muzan bc i couldn’t decide and also i feel like spooky szn was really made for you so there’s a bonus. you’d fuck these literal demons not giving a shit if you get shredded and i love that

@emomanswhore lorelei n kento SCREAMS loves of my life omgosh. pls just open a bakery or a fucking malaysian tiki bar or something i’m begging you i just need y’all both to be wholesome and happy forever sobs. soft life!!!

@bitchkay imma go w mikasa bc it’s giving og brat tamer + mega brat🚶🏾like you a menace to society n she’d just be like you gonna be a good boy for me? KSJDH in public too just to shut you up n watch you squirm😗

@obitohno omgosh you’re hanmas lil princess >///< he’s so soft around you callin you angel face, baby love, as if he isn’t washing blood off of his knuckles rn :( someone looks at you funny and you never see them again but don’t even worry about it just kiss him!!!

@soaringmirror medea, my heart, you truly understand that jean is the perfect man!!! you’re his muse, his one and only, his sun and stars!!! beautiful souls i bestow a kiss upon you both🫶

@xttxck i been seeing a lot of rory x connie which while i thoroughly endorse it’s also INCORRECT bc the answers @arlertwitch okay ik soulmates when i see them don’t play w me

@honeylmnade baby bertl!!! you finish eachothers sentences (when you’re not fumbling for words bc of how infatuated you are). the sweetest of da sweet i just wanna pinch ur cheeks and put yall in my pocket sobsob

#[⚡️] — moots ! #GAH i hope i did ok #🧍🏾 #i lub yew all ! smeck smeck smeck

[kelin-is-writing]

that roommate post I'm frothing at the mouth. Just the thought of how he acts behind closed doors without putting up a front, getting comfortable around you. passes out shirtless on the couch snoring. and his heart skips a beat when he wakes up with a blanket, because you're the only one that could have put it on him. Some mornings seeing him groggy, just waking up, eyes half closed, shuffling to the bathroom before his brain can even make regular thoughts yet. I bet that fucker drinks straight from the carton. I'm losing my mind.

HE 100% DRINKS FROM THE CARTON and you give him an earful on that, which has him put his fingers inside his ears to shield your screams while rolling his eyes exasperated asking you why the heck are you so mad anyways and you tell him that it’s cause that’s not hygienical but also it’s an indirect kiss flushing slightly, he notices and starts to tease the fuck out of you then before he realizes that very same carton is flying his way and you’re screaming about how dare he ask his best friend’s little sister something like that and that he’s screwed because you’re gonna snitch on him to your brother.

which ends up with him chasing after you, in the middle of dialing your brother’s number, and picking you up swaying you around with a lazy smile on his lips while teasing you about having to call on your brother for help so he convinces you not to, because he's actually kinda scared of your overprotective brother who’s ready to demolish every soul out there for his little sis.

roommate!dabi is truly something else... and i want that so bad...

#kelin responds #answered #anonymous #roommate!dabi #guys... i just realized that we need more roommate dabi hcs... #they are EVERYTHING: cute endearing wholesome angsty funny and hot #WHAT MORE CAN WE ASK FOR???????