#weird cult joey

[neonphoenix]

The Titans need money because the building's insurance went up (again) so they sign up to do a reality show.

#i don't watch reality shows so i don't know how they work but this feels like it could've happened #there's a love triangle between Kory's boyfriend (unnamed) and Nightwing #they splice together footage of people arguing about who touched the weird magic Rock of the week #with footage of various people making eyes at each other to create relationship drama #they don't really know what to do with Joey so the camera randomly cuts to him painting while classical music plays #there's a cult following just for that segment #Donna's trying to break into the industry but as a camera person which causes complications #gar signed them up and everyone hates him in the end but the show paints him as the good guy

[panopticonsys]

one of these days i want to write on here about my perspective on religion that comes from my history

#something something being in a cult will give you a weird view #and all that #idk man. i’m still coming to terms with the fact that it wasn’t normal? #stream of consciousness #joey🧷

[basementdoll]

Wait And Bleed

Murderdolls were on a high with their 2002 debut album. Before Joey Jordison knew it, Wednesday 13 had 30 new songs written…but was going it alone.

Words: Dom Lawson

On July 12, 2003, the band that Slipknot drummer Joey Jordison had formed with his friend, vocalist Wednesday 13, as a bit of light relief from the relentless touring and ferocious intensity of his day job, performed to a sold-out Brixton Academy in London. Within a year of releasing their debut album, 2002’s brilliantly snotty Beyond The Valley Of The Murderdolls, this goofy, sleazy horror-punk side-project had evolved beyond all expectations, like some kind of many-headed Frankenstein, and won the hearts of thousands of fans. In the UK in particular, Murderdolls rocketed from nowhere to the brink of hugeness, accruing a hysterical army of red’n’black-clad admirers who had fallen wholesale for the band’s party-all-night-and-fuck-the-consequences philosophy. What started as a liberating side-project had mutated into something with the potential to conquer the world…all of which makes the fact that Murderdolls left Brixton, buggered off back across the Atlantic and then vanished for seven years somewhat confusing.

But now it’s the summer of 2010 and Murderdolls are back at last. And so, as Joey Jordison and Wednesday 13 settle down on a small leather sofa in the air-conditioned downstairs bar of a swanky Soho hotel to speak with Metal Hammer about their reunion, imminent comeback and brand new studio album, Women and Children Last, it’s finally time to ask the question: Gentleman, where the fuck have you been?

“We don’t bullshit and there’s no reason to lie.” says Joey, shades on and as serious as hell. “After we got done with the tour for Beyond The Valley Of The Murderdolls, we ended on a high note at Brixton Academy, but then of course I had to go back and start up Slipknot again. Me and Wednesday were still in contact and he had demoed like 30 songs and sent me a CD, but the next thing I know, he’s doing a solo record and he didn’t tell me! I didn’t understand it. I was like, ‘Don’t you wanna do another Murderdolls record?’, but I can’t tell him not to go and do what he wants to do, you know? So I had to go and do my stuff with [Slipknot album] Volume 3 (The Subliminal Verses) and we did the whole tour, and we met up again during that tour. We hadn’t talked in a while, so it was kinda weird, but once we talked and crossed paths…”

“We met in a trailer at Rock Im Park in Germany.” recalls Wednesday. “It was 100° and all the crew people were like, ‘Get in there and work it out!’ and they threw us in there and shut the door! That’s when we sorted everything out.”

Having patched things up after what sounds like a fairly minor falling out, Joey and Wednesday still didn’t exactly rush into a Murderdolls reunion. In fact, another five years have passed since the initial exchange of apologies and explanations. In terms of squandering momentum, this hiatus will take some beating, and yet Women and Children Last oozes a level of intensity that was never even hinted at by Murderdolls first time round. Apparently absence makes the fire blaze harder…

“To other people, eight years [between albums] must seem like a long time.” says Wednesday. “But if you think about fuckin’ everything that Joey’s done and everything that I’ve done in that period, that’s a lot of shit! Combined, we’ve done more than bands do in a 20-year period. Joey did two Slipknot records, a Ministry tour, played with Korn, did Roadrunner United, produced 3 Inches Of Blood and played with Satyricon and I did three solo records, an EP, two country records and started a whole new band…”

“We were never enemies at all.” adds Joey. “We just got confused. After we met up again, we were on speaking terms and having conversations by texting and we were thinking that maybe we’d just let Murderdolls be the band with the cult following that it was and let sleeping dogs lie. But then the moment of clarity came to me about two years ago. I was at home on a break and I was sleeping on my couch and Headbanger’s Ball was on and there was this spark that jolted me awake. The metal scene in America and also in Europe, it’s all the fucking same now. There are some great bands, trust me, but everyone’s the same now. Labels are trying to survive because they’re going down the tubes. It’s all about who can play double bass the fastest. There’s no rock stars anymore. I called Wednesday at that point and I’m still in a sleep haze and I said, ‘Wednesday, I want to make another Murderdolls record!’”

A world apart from the comic book kitsch and pun-filled sloppiness of their debut, the second Murderdolls album might as well be the work of an entirely different band. Although still imbued with the hook-packed sleaze metal sensibilities that made old songs like Dead In Hollywood and Grave Robbing USA so irresistible, the new songs seem to have been beamed in from somewhere much darker and more real than their predecessors. There is no shortage of macabre humour lurking amid the pounding riffs and roar-along rage of Chapel of Blood and My Dark Place Alone but while Beyond The Valley…was all about taking the listener into a grim but ludicrous fantasy world, this record sounds very much like the work of men on a sincere and heartfelt mission. Murderdolls 2.0 mean every last fucking word, and as a result they have become a hundred times more believable. 

“I said, ‘If we’re gonna do this, it has to be full bore and we have to make a real record.’” says Joey. “The first record is great for what it was and I love it, but I consider this to be the first Murderdolls record. This is the first time we actually sat down with a vision and wrote songs together, and it’s been one of the most gratifying records I’ve ever made.”

“We wrote all these songs from scratch, a few feet away from each other in the studio.” grins Wednesday. “The first song we did was Homicide Drive, and the drum take you hear on the record is the first take we did. It all happened that naturally. It was really easy and it was fun. We had a fuckin’ blast making this record.”

Just like their favourite band, Murderdolls fans may well be a little bit older and wiser eight years on from that first flush of anti-hero worship, but the goofy, light-hearted side of the band was always a major part of their appeal. As a result, there may be some who find the idea of a more serious Murderdolls a little alarming, but despite injecting their sound with a little more substance, Joey and Wednesday are still firmly committed to delivering the rock ‘n’ roll goods. It’s just that this time round the fire in their bellies is for real and not just cheap whiskey afterburn.

“It’s still fun but it’s more fun for me because I get to sing about personal stuff now.” explains Wednesday. “I’m not the same guy you saw before. This band has changed - this is a whole new Murderdolls, in terms of what we’re bringing to the table. When I sing My Dark Place Alone, that’s very personal to me. I’m going deep into the lyrics, and that’s something I’ve never been able to do before.”

“The first record, you could say we were a dumb horror punk band or something like that.” adds Joey. “The new one, this is like my other Slipknot, even though they’re like apples and oranges. On this record you go from a song like Chapel Of Blood to Drug Me To Hell, and then songs like Nowhere and Summertime Suicide and it starts getting poppier. It’s kinda like Slipknot, with all that diversity, even though we’re a rock ‘n’ roll band. That’s what’s gratifying to me, having a band that has its own style but is able to inject its own identity into each song. When I used to play in death metal and speed metal bands, it was easy to sit there and write a million riffs. The biggest challenge is to write an actual song, and only then do you know you’re a real songwriter.” 

If everything goes to plan, the new Murderdolls album should swiftly restore the band to the levels of popularity they were enjoying when they took their extended hiatus. But if anyone needs convincing that Women And Children Last is the real deal, they need only acknowledge the presence of no less a figure than Mötley Crüe guitarist Mick Mars, who lends some hair-raising solos to Drug Me To Hell and Blood Stained Valentine, two of the album’s grittiest anthems. Mick doesn’t put on his top hat for any old rubbish, and Joey and Wednesday are visibly thrilled when they talk about his involvement in their new record.

“Mick’s one of the great underdogs and never got the respect he deserved.” says Wednesday. “We see him as one of the great rock ‘n’ roll villains, so what better guy to come out and play for us? It was so natural. He loved it!”

“We didn’t want any guests on this record whatsoever, but this was a little bit different.” smiles Joey. “It was definitely an honour to watch him play on our dumbass songs! I was just sitting there, almost blacking out, thinking about when I had Shout At The Devil on vinyl in my parent’s basement and I was thinking, ‘Man, this is fucked up!’”

Mick Mars aside, Murderdolls remain very much a two-man operation in the studio, but live performance is plainly a major part of what the band stands for and so, with that in mind, Joey and Wednesday have recruited a brand new lineup to assist them in their new crusade. Original members Acey Slade, Eric Griffin and Ben Graves have been usurped by new lead guitarist Roman Surman, bassist Jack Tankersley and drummer Racci Shay, who previously played in Wednesday 13’s solo band. Again, as with the songs themselves, fresh blood seems to have invigorated the whole Murderdolls enterprise. 

“The first lineup and the first everything that we did, it was really thrown together.” admits Wednesday. “We did our first video without ever having played together in a room before. Me and Joey did the record by ourselves and then we found these guys through friends of friends and, of course, it was complete chaos. So this time, we purposefully picked people we knew and that we were friends with, and it’s been great. When we finally got on stage, it was like ‘Holy shit!’”

“What we’ve done now and the people we have now, they’re great players and they’re there for the job.” continues Joey. “They’re not there to fuckin’ party. They believe in the songs and they believe in the project and this is a big chance for all of ‘em. They’re all amazing players. I wouldn’t do this if my heart wasn’t completely in it.”

With a new warcry of “We live, we breathe, we bleed rock ‘n’ roll!” the all-new Murderdolls can hardly be said to have altered the main thrust of their philosophy, but everything about the new lineup, the new album and the intense demeanor of the two men steering the ship suggests that they are in this for the long haul this time, ready to do whatever it takes to bully the world into joining in the fun. Serious men on a serious mission, perhaps, but surely there is still plenty of room for a little chaos, mayhem and debauchery? 

“Before, when we walked off stage, everything else was complete madness too.” Wednesday laughs. “It was a fuckin’ circus, but it was great. But we’ve moved on. We want to take the chaos from backstage and put it on the stage!”

“Now it’s just the most violent, fuckin’ sleazy, hideous, heaviest fuckin’ rock ‘n’ roll you can possibly imagine.” concludes Joey, with a snarl. “It’s a real band now.” 

Women and Children Last is out August 30 via Roadrunner Records. Murderdolls will play Ozzfest in September.

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Six Stringer Joey Jordison’s Weapons Of Mass Destruction

Which albums inspired you to play the guitar?

“The first record that turned me on was the Stones’ Tattoo You. I remember my dad coming home with the album.”

What was the first guitar you owned?

“A harmony, which was like a Fender Stratocaster. I played it in my first metal band in fifth grade. I started playing drums aged seven and soon ditched the guitar.

How do you achieve your sound?

“I don’t normally tell people how I do it! Ha ha! I used a modified JCM 900 amplifier and a MXR distortion on top of that. I’m always involved with mixing and production and everything, so that has a lot to do with the sound on the record. My amp’s been modified.”

Who’s the most underrated guitarist?

“Probably Johnny Thunders (New York Dolls). He had something about him. Guitar is all about passion and playing with soul and style.”

How often do you practise?

“Right now, three hours a day! I’m going on tour with the Murderdolls so everything has to be up to par. It’s odd talking about guitar instead of drums. Drums always came natural to me. I still practise but I’m pretty much in the groove, but for the guitar I have to work real hard.”

What guitar do you play?

“I recorded with my custom BC Rich Bich. I’ve been using Gibson SGs and a BC Rich Warlock, plus I have my signature guitar coming out.”

#AHH so happy to finally have this magazine #enjoy yall #joey jordison #wednesday 13 #murderdolls #metal hammer #i can only scan shit with my phone scanner so rip this is as good as it gets

[eddieschains]

Virgin!Eddie X Fem!Reader

Massive thank you to @choke-me-joey for helping me on this one!! Love you to pieces 🥰

Just a reminder that i am taking requests and also… virginity is a construct

TW: 18+, drug use, Jason and Chrissy making out, Steve Harrington is bad at sex, p in v sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

Eddie Munson. The freak. The weirdo. The cult leader. And surprisingly, the virgin.

You and Eddie were becoming fast friends when you accidentally walked in on a hellfire meeting while looking for after school study hall. He made some sarcastic and borderline mean comment about you interrupting, but after seeing what he was like in the school cafeteria, you knew he didn’t mean it. He saw you sitting on the sidewalk after his campaign was over, and drove you home when your dad didn’t show. The two of you had practically been attached at the hip ever since.

You and Eddie had created a friday night tradition of getting high at skull rock, watching the constellations, then going back to his trailer for snacks and a movie. You had just pulled up to skull rock, gathering your supplies before looking beside you. You see another car parked next to Eddie’s. Being the nosy person you are, you look over to see Jason and Chrissy inside. They had their tongues shoved down each other’s throats in the front seat.

“Ed.” You tapped him on the shoulder. He turns towards you as you point to the car next to you.

“Is that?” He doesn’t finish his sentence before you start nodding anxiously.

“Goddamn it i just wanted to smoke some weed.” He pouts.

“Well isn’t Wayne out of town for the weekend? Can’t we just do it at your place?” You ask, frantically wanting to leave this situation.

Eddie nods, stuffing his supplies back into his tin box. “Yeah we can do that. Kind of ruining our tradition though.”

You put your hands up and shrug. Implying an oh well. He turns the engine back on, putting the car in gear and driving off.

Eddie pulls into the driveway and you hop out running into the trailer. He grabs you some sweatpants and a shirt to change into for the night while he makes some popcorn for your movie night.

“What movie are we watching?” You ask while rummaging through his movie case.

“You can pick tonight. Forgot to stop at family video.” He sits on the couch, bringing the bowl of popcorn with him.

“Ooh! Footloose?” Eddie whips his head around.

“I own footloose?” He asks. You hold up the tape in your hand, wiggling your eyebrows up and down. “Fine. You’re lucky i like you enough to suffer through it for you.”

“You like musicals.” You put the VHS in before plopping down on the couch next to him.

“Some musicals. Footloose is just a bunch of horny teenagers trying to fuck each other without anyone knowing.” He rolls a joint, lighting it and handing it to you. He always let you have the first hit, knowing it would hit you hit you harder than it would him and you’d enjoy it more.

You sat there passing the joint back and forth, stuffing popcorn into your face until Eddie piped up.

“So Jason and Chrissy.” He states.

“Yeah. Jason and Chrissy.” You respond, uninterested.

“You ever done what… what they were doing?” You turn to him, confusion written on your face.

“Made out?” Eddie nods. “Yeah i’ve made out with people Eddie.” You snort.

“With people? As in multiple?” He always asked weird questions when he was high, but usually bounced between subjects once you answered.

“Yes i’ve made out with multiple people. Is that bad?” Eddie shakes his head.

“No no of course not. I just- have you ever done anything more?” He stumbles over his words.

“Like sex? Yeah i’ve had sex Eds. What are you getting at?”

“What does it feel like?” His curiosity was killing him.

“I mean it can feel good or it can feel bad. Depends on who you’re with.” Eddie just nods, returning his gaze back to the TV.

“Harrington is shit at it.”

He snorts out a laugh, “That’s probably why he can’t keep a girlfriend.” Taking another hit from the joint.

“Eddie?” He turns back to you. “Are you a virgin?”

He looks down, playing with his hands in his lap. “I mean i fingered that one girl in the back of the hideout once. But… that’s pretty much it.”

“Do you want to have sex?” You place your hand on his thigh, feeling it twitch at your touch.

“I mean of course i want to have sex. Just… just haven’t found anyone that wants to do it with me.”

“I will.” You move closer to him, your chest pressed against his arm.

“Y/N… i cant- i can’t do that.” He stands up to throw the but of his joint in the trash.

“And why not? You’re comfortable with me aren’t you?” You respond, wondering why someone who was so eager to have sex is turning it down.

“Because i like you.” He blurts out. Your eyes feel like they’re going to pop out of your head. “Fuck im sorry.”

“No no it’s okay. Come here.” You pat the seat next to you, inviting him back to the couch.

“I like you. I like you a lot. And i was trying really hard not to act on those feelings because i like what we have right now and i don’t want to ruin it. But seeing Jason back there- it made me think of how badly i wanted that to be me and you.” You don’t know what to say. You’re shocked. Shocked that your best friend has just confessed his feelings for you, and that you feel the same way. “Fuck i shouldn’t have said anything.” You grab his face and pull him into a kiss. It’s quick, but rough.

When you pull away, Eddie is left staring at you. His big eyes burning into your skin. It was rare for him to be at a loss for words.

You wrap your legs around his waist, straddling him before kissing him again. This time you’re savoring it. Putting more passion into it as his hands find their way onto your hips.

“If you want me to stop just say so. We can forget this ever happened.” You say, not wanting him to feel pressured to do anything.

“Babe, i just told you how much i like you and how much i’ve been dying to fuck someone. Put two and two together.” You laugh into his neck, placing another peck to his lips before lifting your shirt over your head. Wearing no bra, you’ve now exposed your chest to him.

He just sits there, staring at your tits in awe, not knowing what to do next. You grab his hands and place them on your chest, letting him squeeze his hands over them.

“You’ve never touched anyones boobs before?” He shakes his head mumbling uh-uh.

You hold his hands on top of your boobs, guiding them around your chest.

“This okay?” He asks breathily.

“Yeah yeah this is good. You can play with my nipples too.” He grabs your nipples between his fingers, twisting them around. “Yes oh my god like that.” You bury your head into his neck, kissing and sucking while grinding yourself on his crotch. “Wanna fuck you Ed. Please, wanna feel you inside of me.”

Eddie groans into your ear before attaching his lips to yours. You reach your hand in between the two of you, palming his dick under his pants. You stand up to take your sweatpants off, pulling your underwear with them.

“Oh my god…”’Eddie groans at the sight of you. “You’re so- fuck.”

“Pants off pretty boy.” You smile at him. He eagerly undoes his belt and pulls his pants down to his ankles. You straddle him again, grinding your naked pussy on his hard cock, coating it in your wetness. “Ready?” You ask, Eddie’s head nodding so fast you’re scared he’s going to snap his neck.

Reaching down you grab his member, sliding it up and down your cunt, taking in the sounds coming from his mouth, before slowly pushing it inside of you.

“Oh shit.” Eddie wraps his arms around your back, holding on to you for leverage as you sink yourself all the way down.

“Fuck you’re so big Eddie. Fill me up so good.” You begin to grind back and forth slowly, letting him get used to the feeling of being inside of you. Both of your heads are buried in the others neck, moans and groans seeping into each other’s ears. “Gonna go faster now okay?” You breathe on to him.

Lifting your head from his neck, you place your hands on his shoulders before lifting yourself up and back down quickly. His eyes start to shut as you grab one of his hands from your waist and place it on your chest. He grabs your mound and starts to squeezing and kneading the way you had shown him earlier.

“That’s it baby. Just like that. Such a good boy for me.” Eddie throws his head back, a loud moan escaping his mouth at your praise. You keep bouncing up and down, feeling him deeper each time you slam back down. “Eddie, you okay?”

“What? Yeah im fuckin great.”

“You’re not talking. This is the quietest i’ve heard you.” You laugh.

“Didn’t know i was supposed to.” Eddie’s cheeks flush red.

You grab onto his face, pushing your foreheads together, still bouncing up and down. “Just tell me how it feels. Tell me if i’m doing okay or if you want something different.” He nods, wrapping the arm that wasn’t on your tit around your back.

“Feels so good. So fucking wet and-shit- and tight.” He starts bucking his hips up to yours, earning louder moans from you. “Think im gonna cum soon.”

“Me too. Go ahead cum for me Eddie, wanna feel it.” Your words push him over the edge, and you feel his cock twitch inside of you as his body tenses. It’s not long until you’re doing the same. The feeling of his orgasm triggers your own, feeling the walls of your push clench and tighten around him, earning one last moan from him.

You lay on top of him, keeping his cock inside of you while placing small soft kisses on his neck. “You’re not a virgin anymore.”

He laughs, “That i am not. Kind of hoping i’m not single anymore too.” You look up at him, smashing your lips on to his. “Nope. Not single either.”

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson fic #virgin!eddie #virgin!eddie munson

[gx-gameon]

Gx season 2 trip to Domino city in Yugi raising Jaden au

The funniest part will have to be when they take a field trip to Domino city.

Like all of Jaden’s friends are pumped! Sure there is an evil cult trying to take over the school, but the home town of Yugi Muto, Seto Kaiba, Joey Wheeler, and the Battle City tournament! This is awesome! It will be such a nice break.

Syrus and Hassleberry are so excited to run around the city. To see all the iconic places from the original battle city. They are also competing to be Jaden’s best friend. They are going to show Jaden all the cool spots because Jaden loves dueling and Battle city was the most iconic tournament ever. Obviously Jaden will love seeing the city.

Jaden is not excited. He grew up in this city and while he’s he loves dueling and the og Battle City is iconic, he grew up hearing the story from the people who dueled in it. He thinks this is his Oto-san’s idea. Bringing the whole school to their home town so he can fight the evil cult himself on his own turf is absolutely a Seto Kaiba move.

But he doesn’t put it past his Oto-san to dramatically reveal Jaden as his son in front of the whole school. Jaden wants it to be a secret until he is ready to tell his friends. He never wants the whole school to know.

But watching his Oto-san, Dad, Uncles, and Aunts wreck the evil cult possessing all of his friends would be awesome. Like it would be nice to not have to worry anymore, to have a normal year with all of his friends. And if the price is revealing his family relations than it’s a small price to pay.

Syrus and Hasselberry and talking his ear off the whole boat ride over and Jaden is emotionally preparing himself for his Oto-San and Uncle Mokuba meeting them at the docks.

Imagine his surprise when they’re not there. No one from his family meets them at the docks. Thats weird.

Even weirder when he finds out that they’re not even in the city, or country. They’re all playing in a tournament in Germany. Which means either this trip was not schedualed by his family and they didn’t know about it, (because there’s no way one of them wouldn’t have stayed behind to ‘bump’ into Jaden and his friends (Joey or Atem) or just straight up hijack the field trip (Seto and Mokuba)) or they did know it was happening and Yugi, the awesome Dad that he is, got all of their relatives out of the city so that Jaden would be left alone. But that only makes sense if they didn’t know about the cult. Jaden’s got a lot to think about.

Syrus and Hasselberry drag him all over the city trying to impress him with different spots of battle city but Jaden is busy thinking about the cult and his family’s mysterious absence. What if the cult got to them to?

He’s starting to get worried when Syrus drags them towards Kame game shop. Where they run into Solomon.

And for a split second Jaden panics. Because his Great grandpa loves him, there is no way he’s going to keep Jaden’s identity a secret.

Solomon who remembers how many people tried to kidnap Mokuba through out the years. How many people went after his grandson for both being the king of games and being Seto’s boyfriend and later husband. How important Jaden’s privacy is to both his parents. And how important Jaden’s secret is to him.

If there’s one thing Grandpa Moto isn’t, it’s a snitch. But he’s also a horrible liar. So he just acts super senile.

But he joins the boys on their little journey though the city, telling them stories of battle city and other adventures. But at one point he defiantly sends Syrus and Hasselberry on a wild goose chase (something about booster packs) so he can look at his great grandson and ask “what are you doing here?”

Very quickly they put together that; no this was not a trip planned or approved by the Kaiba family. There should be no field trip right now. That means that the cult planned it. What cult? The cult that’s possessing all of Jaden’s friends and classmates and trying to take over the world.

The rest of the field trip carries on as cannon and Jaden and his friends go back to duel academy.

Solomon immediately calls Yugi. “How was the tournament?”

“It was good. I won.”

“I had no doubt, by the way you’ll never guess who came into the store the other day.”

“Who grandpa?”

“Your son.”

Cue Yugi putting him on speaker because what is Jaden doing in town when he’s supposed to be to be at Duel academy???? Seto, Atem, Joey, Mokuba, Mai, and anyone who had traveled with them are all gathered around the phone listening as Solomon tells them everything.

The evil cult

The unapproved field trip

Jaden and his friends getting stuck in a digital world (where have I heard that before)

Seto is ready to storm the school and fire everyone. But the Genex tournaments about to begin at the school and they can’t interfere with it. They have to trust Jaden. But that doesn’t mean they can’t go as ‘Spectators’ and if thing go sideways or Jaden needs them to step in they will.

(They get there just in time to watch Jaden fight a copy of the wing dragon of Ra. All the battle city vets freak out!!)

#seto kaiba #dad yugi #yugioh gx #yugi moto #yugi mutou #judai yuki #jaden yuki #yami yugi #yugioh #atem #mokuba kaiba #syrus truesdale #tyrano hasseleberry #rivalshipping

[homestuckexamination]

Why does every time a Hope Classpect get mentioned, It's said to be sexual? What about hope is so sexual?

Hope is inherently tied to Charm, charisma and appeal, and in turn through these, physical attraction. This is, surely, accented by the Alpha relationship drama, but you can see some of it at play a lot when dealing with Hopebounds.

Eridan is at the center of a lot of the exploration on Quadrant Weirdness (And the failure of his own relationships, and driving potential concupiscent partners away) and Cronus is Literally The Horny Douchebag. There's also some parallels people have drawn between Hope imagery, in particular, and an almost Freudian brand of phallic imagery- And this is also almost kind of semi-confirmed with Diemen, whose whole deal is Hotdog Innuendos that are colored in a Hope hue?

Kuprum is all about being a 4channer horny for Trizza and her cybernetic tentacles, and canonizing that, yeah, Moirails Can Also Do That Stuff You Know. Daraya has the rebellious teen archetype, refusing to adhere to her Cloyster, and she goes out of her way to go to a party where she gets flirted on hard- By Chahut no less, another Hopebound. While neither of these things are too telling on their own, Jades are closely tied to religious nunhood, and as such, the idea of 'rebellious teen' opposed to a religious nun-like upbringing, could be said to highlight this stuff. With Chahut it's more minor, though I WOULD argue that the fact the Hiveswap Team made Big Mean Murderclown Lady in ITSELF is inherently Hope-coded in wanting people to thirst after her, but the same could be said of Marvus, and he's not Hope as far as we know. However- Chahut's Surname is Maenad. The Maenad are a cult of Dionysus, known for ritual ecstatic frenzy and orgiastic violence and bloodshed, so Take That As You Will. Elwurd also has a whole thing with being a massive flirt, having ex problems, hooking up at a bar and dumping you in the middle of the route, and then charming Joey to get a deal out of her. Finally there's Cirava, who's a bit of an outlier- But they still play off of the idea of Hope being tied to Charm by having been such a successful and charming streamer they ended up getting the Wrong Kind Of Attention, and gouging out one of their eyes.

Of course it doesn't mean that if something deals with physical and sexual attraction, it's inherently Hope- I point at Zebruh and Marvus- Nor that Hope is Always Tied to this kind of attraction- Like Cirava, and Daraya, who needs a bit of a push for it to be read that way- But it's one of the realms that seem consistently like. Considered for Hope. From Jake's Ass Shots and jokes about Amporas being desperate to hook up, to the obtuse imagery of a volcano going off in the background after Jake kisses Dirk's head (which is still a VERY funny point brought up by OptimisticDuelist, that is only reinforced by the fact it's A Volcano, Too, that sends the Genesis Tadpole Sperm Cell to the Skaia Egg), there's a bunch of stuff.

But ultimately, yeah, it comes back to the fact Hope = Charisma and Appeal. Yes, Jake's Ass on TV is Hope-Coded.

#HSE #Hope #Aspect #Fanon #Theories

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What's an Eldritch Horror Experience Without the Tentacles?!? Season 3, Episodes 14

💀 Call of Cthulhu: Haunted Hijinx Masterpost 💀 🎶 Call of Cthulhu Season Three Masterpost 🎶

Warning: This campaign is an edited version of Call of Cthulhu: Song and Dance scenario from the Tales of the Crescent City book. While a lot has been changed, there IS spoilers for it throughout these posts.

happy [UNITED STATES HOLIDAY] have a nice helping of [TENTACLES]!!!! the decent into creepy cult filled abandoned under the sea themed ride is going great ya'll,

ART CHANGES THIS SEASON!! @inkdemonapologist and I are collabing on all the art for these summery posts!! Shazz does lines, and I compose and colour the pieces.

While Bertrum (large ride forme) is busy cursing his employer very colourfully, Henry pulls Joey over to a table with the help of Jack and they start trying to look over him. Bendy is also trying to help, but he’s very dizzy and Joey has broken legs so it’s mostly just flailing. And ragdolling when he realizes that flailing isn’t helping. And panicking about Joey not talking. But does confirm that Joey is probably??? Alive???? He’s just quiet which is very scary in its own right.

Leon attempts to help Joey, but his legs are, uh, vERY BROKEN, and Leon is just a Regular Doctor tm. So he manages to help get them set and stuff but he can’t get Joey back to a walking state, obviously. Nobody could do that…… unless…….

Meanwhile, Prophet is playing carnival games! He found one hooked up to a weird door, so of course he’s just going to play them completely normally by climbing over the counter and going to poke the piece of scenery that’s not a target but seems to be shot an odd number of times with the gun instead of shooting it. Y’know, like a cheater would! It works though, and the weird door-mirror swings open to reveal a spiral staircase descending deeper into the ground, complete with a little bit of yellow mist. 

Not wanting to give up on his New Year's resolution of “Don’t run off from the party at every chance you get,” Prophet pops his head back into the other room to insist the other Sheep come along with him, he’s found yellow mist rising from below.

Jack gives him A Look. We’re not sure what kind of look he’s giving, but he’s giving Prophet A Look. While hovering over a still passed out Joey.

Prophet goes over and puts a hand on Panicked Jack’s shoulder, an attempt at being reassuring… but he does still wish to continue.

Joey has started to wake up at this point, at least internally, though he’s not become fully conscious it doesn’t stop Bendy from feeding 10000 questions and bits of information into him all at once. He pushes all that to the side for mental processing later to ask Bendy if they’ve found the ritual yet and stopped Colette from being turned into an Angel Monster Thing??

Well…… Sammy wants to go do that at least! Enough to insist that standing around here isn’t important right now, we should be pressing onwards–

WHICH OF COURSE BERTRUM (big ride) ISN’T TOO HAPPY ABOUT THAT NOTION. YOU SAID YOU’D FIX HIM!!! He slams down one of his many arms right near Prophet and makes it known that nobody will be pressing forwards until someone starts trying to fix him.

Henry… asks Allison to start working on that, and she agrees to do so and gets to it.

Meanwhile, that slamming threat was enough to cause Prophet to decide it wasn’t worth it to try and tug the rest of them along, and he darts off back to the stairs he found earlier, alone.

He manages to sneak down the staircase just fine, despite it being kinda slippery, hearing more of that bothersome music and whispers as he descends. Eventually he reaches the bottom, where there’s another long hallway full of port holes containing old art works, all tattered and broken down as you might expect. Prophet keeps pushing forwards until he finds something actually interesting.

Bendy continues having one sided conversations with Joey, which gives the others enough information that Joey REALLY wants to stop the rituals ASAP, so Henry picks up Joey and starts carrying him towards where Prophet had run off to, others in tow, except for Allison who will stay behind to fix the Bertrums and keep them from throwing more tantrums and/or players. But when they discover the slippery, misty stairs, it becomes obvious that Carrying Joey is not going to end well for him, or the person who is carrying him. While Henry gets Joey laid down on one of the carnival game counters and tries to find a new way to proceed, Jack and Peter find another audio log and play it.

Of Course It’s Bertrum Talking Again.

He’s rambling about how they let his ride art get ruined by leaving it where there’s water and mold and some of them even look torn?? These paints were supposed to be resistant to water damage! RUDE. 

… well Jack shoves that in his bag and goes to help out with the Joey issues. He mentions that he might have something he can do to help, which gets him some worried looks, (or… hmmm, it’s been oddly hard to read Henry’s expressions recently) but nobody there tries to stop him. He starts rummaging through all of Joey’s pockets (this is where I, Boo, lost it at the idea of Jack being like “yeah I can help” and then just looting the body and taking off) until he finds the ink that Joey’s been carrying for Bendy. 

Without really explaining what he’s doing, Jack pours the ink onto Joey’s legs, his hand scars go all glowy, and the ink seeps itself into Joey and fixes his legs up good as new!! Wow!! 

Joey is jolted the rest of the way awake by the terrible, weird, but at least not exactly painful!! Feeling of ink crawling into his body and shoving his bones back together in the most unreasonable way possible. So of course he wakes up clutching onto a terrified Jack, and making only non-worrying noises, eventually writhing around enough to manage to roll off the counter and onto the floor. But his legs are healed! They work just like they did before!! Just… at what cost? 

Jack is instantly checking on him, relieved to see him awake but also he had no idea if this would work so uh,..... Did it work??

Joey starts to put together what happened, and asks if Jack healed him, upon getting confirmation, he tests out his legs… and then tells Jack to remind him to thank him later, and then immediately insists that they head down towards the ritual and stop it before it completes nO TIME FOR EXPLANATIONS OR HEART FELT REUNIONS LETS GO.

MEANWHILE, Prophet DOES feel this happening above, and as interesting as it is, he’s rather sure this means the group is doing just fine on their own and he’s free to keep pressing on. So he does. And manages to sneak past one of the band guards absolutely no problem?!? Prophet when did you become so sneaky!??! He continues onto another hallway, where he’s more focused on finding the ritual but is looking in rooms here and there along the way both for it and any other info he might need?? He finds a room with a big mirror in it, and someone is holding up a bowl to a small crack in it??? And there seems to be something shadowy within the mirror itself, the mist isn’t coming directly from it… but he sneaks closer just to try and see if he can understand this set-up even a little bit. It seems like they are… juicing the mirror for yellow ink?? Or at least a component of the yellow ink.

Joey attempts to slide down the railing of the stairs, finds that there is no railing to do a cartoonish slide down, and is luckily intervened by Jack while trying to judge the distance for a cartoon-jump. So they sneak down the stairs normally.

BUT once at the bottom, Joey charges ahead, having no idea how long he was out for! So they might already be out of time!! Everyone else stays a bit back, trying to be more sneaky in case Joey trips some kind of wire or other trap, ready to dive in to help him… but Henry gets distracted by the messed up artwork as Joey turns the corner. He pauses to look closer at it, only instead to get a gIANT TENTACLE SHOOTING FORWARDS THROUGH THE PORTHOLE.

Henry manages to dodge it, but when other tentacles start showing up it turns out that Henry is the ONLY one who managed to dodge it, and the other three boys are all grappled and being strangled against the walls.

Joey has noticed none of this and continues on, also managing to sneak by the guard in between and find the next hallway. Prophet has figured out that the mirror isn’t a full connection to Carcosa, but some kind of link still, unsure what breaking it might do to help them at this point?? At least, not sure enough that breaking it wouldn’t hurt to actually go forwards with it. He backs out into the hallway, looks around confusedly, starts wandering back towards the entrance before realizing that it’s possibly the wrong way. Luckily, Joey also is there now and able to help point him in the direction they want to be going. Bendy has noticed through the lapel pin Henry is still wearing that Some Things Are Going On and tries to inform Joey, but between knowing Henry is not actively captured and the Ritual is still going, Joey decides to press on instead of go back, especially because he’s not quite sure what he’d do against a tentacle monster anyways. 

And also, he’s currently dying, he can literally feel it in his bones.

From the ritual.

So… he might not be able to do anything in time if he doesn’t stop that first...

Speaking of the ritual, everyone has started to… hear things. It’s a little different per person, but they all seem to be vaguely remembering events from their last time in Carcosa. That can’t be good.

Team Off On Their Own heads towards the final three doors. The first one Prophet peeks inside and finds a bunch of people tied to beds… kidnapped people?? He waves Joey onto the next room, though Joey is distracted for a moment witnessing some kind of knife? float??? Out of the last room?? And clatter to the floor as it fails to actually stab Joey.

Haha, nice try, fool.

Joey tries to open the next door and finds a nice little sitting room and… Y???! Sitting there having a tea or something?!?! He raises his eyebrows at Joey and Joey IMMEDIATELY closes the door and uses some toon logic to jam it shut. Assuming that any casual sitting means probably not ritual, he’s just concerned about Y trying to interfere with their plans to stop the ritual now.

With that sorted, Prophet approaches the final door at the end of the hallway.

Three of the boys are still struggling against the tentacles with only Henry free, and not wanting to hurt any of the others, Henry starts trying to axe the tentacle that’s been trying to still grab him. He manages to chop it good and intimidate the monster back enough to at least not be trying to grab him anymore, but it still has grips on the others. In fact, it’s gone on to start choking out Peter and Leon! But Jack has managed to slip free during this at least. 

Henry pulls out his knife and starts trying to cut some of the tentacles free from around the throat of Peter, who immediately slumps to the floor. Jack meanwhile tries and manages to yank the tentacle off Leon (it’s all that Snake Yeeting practice.) and helps him get away from the far wall. 

Henry grabs the unconscious Peter and insists they keep moving forwards away from where the tentacles can reach them.

Peter, ghost form, is standing next to Henry incredulous that this is a problem, unsure why he can’t get back into his body and help. HE DIDN’T MEAN TO GHOST OUT RIGHT NOW!!! WHY IS HE GHOST?!? It keeps feeling like he’s hitting a brick wall whenever he tries to go back into body…

u h hold on,

They get out of range of tentacles and Jack hurriedly goes to check and make sure Peter is still A L I V E?!?!? And yes, he is, just, actually unconscious and would be doing better if he was breathing better (well jack time to perform mouth to mouth). Jack has Henry set him down and gets him into a better recovery position, and Peter is finally able to slide back into body, though is coughing a lot. Leon has also crawled to safety and is having his own mental breakdown but surely he will be fine! Eventually!! Jack checks on him with the intention to send him back up to Allison if he can’t handle it, but instead he insists on pressing on, so… they press on.

Prophet opens the final door and a whole bunch of yellow mist washes out around him. There’s dEFINITELY a big ol’ magic glowing circle in here with a tub in the middle that might have a person inside so uhh, SEEMS LIKE THE RITUAL ROOM. Prophet merely communicates to either “Stop the leader or rescue the lamb” to Joey before starting to sneak in, going for the first option himself. It’s hard to see with the mist in the room, but at least the two entering can hear… probably Y-Dad but not in human shape anymore by the vague things they see though the mist and also the way his chanting sounds now. Since Prophet seems to be going for the first role, Joey decides he’s gonna try to rescue the lamb, and sets himself up to take advantage of any distraction Prophet might make to hopefully grab the sacrifice and yoink her out of the circle and through the door, planning on… coming up with the rest of the plan after that!!

Prophet does manage to sneak up behind the thing and smack it with the baton Henry had given him earlier, which distracts it long enough for Joey to at least grab the figure out of the ink bath and start dragging it towards the entrance, but at that point the creature speaks up.

“Oh, you’ve brought something for me, perfect!”

And Prophet manages to just barely dodge a tentacle trying to grab him, but still feels… the ink inside of him… trying to not be inside of him anymore. It actually seems like it wants to be part of the ritual now, and has started leaking out of his entire face!

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#call of cthulhu: haunted hijinx #a pencil and a dream #henry stien #peter sunstram #jack fain #leon is here too i guess

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What I think about the new Witchsmp

1. All the players picks are so cool and I just noticed a few things

1- Scott got necromancy and Cleo has time, isn't it weird that Scott maybe have picked up on death from Cleo in Double life and Cleo was teamed with bdubd(Time King) in 3rd life

2- Joey is having some kind of mix of esmp1 Scott and Xornoth and I'm kinda digging it

3- Lauren is B R E A D, no more words needed

4- Love how Shubble took the fact her esmp2! Character says "she brings the rain from the swamp wherever she goes" and took that as her new characters power. Well done

5- Prisma character is basically a mer/fishfolk/ sea creature. Her being the water witch was no surprise, but I love it!

2. I kinda want Cleo to still be a zombie, even if she's the time witch, just because she and Scott are like death buddies. Yes I miss double life mean girls.

3. I like Prisma being here! She has come so far to even being on an smp with content creators! Well done Prisma you deserve it.

4. Shubble IMMEDIATELY wanted a toad familiar. I swear esmp2 is a big influence. But if she somehow finds a white toad and names it Turtle ib be down for that.

5. I feel like with Prisma being the water witch, she also coul be esmp1!Lizzies twin sister or cousin, they look very similar and the water theme isn't just a coincidence.

6. So, Eloise is the Illusion witch, and for some reason that reminds me of Hypno and a drama or theater kid.

7. This isn't the first time these people have been witches. Shubble and Joey were witches in One Life SMP, Shubble is a witch from Esmp2- it's like they've been planning this forever.

8. I want Cupcake to meet esmp1!Katherine, I think they get along.

9. Scott can never go two seconds without calling something cute, Shubble always has a bubbly fun personality, Lauren has a bread addiction, and Joey can't be in any smp without being the mean popular girl.

10. Alright, here's the idea, they have magic users, so if they get some type of animal to worship or used for worship, find a cult religion, blow something up, and get a villain, it's basically One Life, Empires season one and two again!!

#witchcraft smp #shubble #smajor95 #soupforeloise #ihascupquake #joey graceffa #zombiecleo #laurenzside #prismarina #mcyt #new smp!! #my polls #Are you excited???? #Can't believe im adding a new smp to my list

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Old Days

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pairing; (teen!)joel miller x (teen!)reader

summary; reminiscing and dreaming about older memories is always fun. especially when they were ones that paved the way for where someones stands. whether the memories were positive or negative. lively or miserable. as long as they held a special someome they have today.

warning; 18+/suggestive scenarios, language, mentions of abusive behaviors/acts, drug usage, self harm, use of tobacco

word count; 3,127

author note; i wanted to try a little something but im extra nervous about this one… someone pls help me better my writing, i beg

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❀ 6

Who the fuck was this child and why on God’s green Earth was he staring at me so hard? With a smile and holding a flower out to me, like a total loser. An adorable loser.

“Hi,” he giggled.

I stared him down, eyes squinted at the flower in his hand. He stepped forward and pushed it out to me, causing me to jerk back, humming softly.

“My name’s Joel and I’m six.”

Fuck you, go away.

“Y/N. I’m six too.”

“Do you want this flower? It matches your shirt.”

Why are you being so nice to me? And how did you fine a yellow flower in this almost completely bland park?

“Okay,” my little hand reached for the miniscule plant, cautiously taking it. The boy named Joel giggled at ran away from me.

“I’ll find you more!”

Why? Don’t do that. Strange boy.

“Okay,” I kinda just stood there, watching him run around the playground for his flower finding mission, “You’re weird, Joel.”

___

❀ 16

“Fuck you, y/n. You’re nothing but a washed up slut. Nobody would even think to love you.”

“He said that to you?”

“Yep. My own father. To his sixteen year old daughter. Crazy, isn’t it?”

“Y/N… We need to get you out of there.”

“Oh, please, Joel. I’ve had worse. Done worse. I’m pretty sure I can make it just a couple more years in that house.”

“Or I could just ask around for you, see if anyone is willing to let you stay with them.”

“Joel. You and Tommy need to chill out. I’m gonna be fine. Swear,” I knew I was lying to these boys. But I couldn’t show them that I was weak.

Joel couldn’t take his eyes off me, staring down at my bruised rib area and cut up legs. Huffing, I swung myself off of the table, kissing Joel’s cheek and heading toward the swingset in front of us.

“Where is Tommy Boy anyways? Home?”

“Yeah. He’s just having a tough day today but he should be fine by tomorrow. We can all go to the movies then too.”

“Oh, fuck yeah. Ugh, so excited! I wonder who’s gonna chicken out for the movie first. I bet you it’s gonna be Tommy.”

“Tommy don’t like scary movies, you know that.”

“He’s gonna have to learn to,” I laughed, running my hands along the cold metal chains that held the swing up, “Come push me, Joey. You’re always so serious.”

___

❀ 17

School. Never liked it. Not one bit. I never really had friends, wasn’t known by anybody. If anyone did know me it was because I was the kid known for skipping class to hide out and smoke in the bathrooms or an abandoned classroom, the girl that sleeps with any guy she wanted, the freak who just looked like she was in a cult so she must be. I only ever had Joel and Tommy. Even if Tommy was younger and wasn’t even on the same grounds as Joel and I.

Well they had one thing right. I skipped class to smoke, that was a fact even teachers would agree to.

“You are so high off your ass right now. Aren’t you?” Joel sounded angry at my current situation, arms crossed and eyes filled with annoyance and rage.

I looked back at the doorway from the corner I popped myself into, giggling and waving to Joel, “Don’t worry, Big J,” I cooed, taking a quick puff and exhaling, “It’s only a cigarette this time. How’d you find me, Boyo?”

Joel snarled in disgust, marching over. I quickly pulled my shades down and tugged down on my sleeves, looking back into the wall.

“I understand that this is some sort of stress reliever for you, Y/N, but do me just one favor and quit it until school ends for the day.”

I looked down at my shoes, ignoring how upset Joel seemed, though it was hard since he was right beside me, tapping his foot on the ground and burning holes into the side of my skull.

“Joel. Now isn’t a good time.”

“No? Because you were just all happy-go-lucky when I found you.”

“Because I didn’t think you’d find me anyways.”

“You choose the same three abandoned rooms, Y/N. It’s not hard,” he huffed, snagging the cigarette from me and putting it out, “Let me see em’,” Joel demanded.

Shit. I’ve known him for too long then. Way too long. Not even Tommy understands that sunglasses and baggy clothes hides the damage done from a day ago. Maybe even hours ago.

“Joel. Please.”

“Please, just let me see.”

Silence. Joe wasn’t even mad anymore just upset and heartbroken. Simply because I didn’t want to hear his quivering voice anymore, I pulled back my sleeves and lifted the sunglasses. Joel immediately huffed and his knees nearly buckled.

“Cigarette burns? More cuts? A bruised, swollen lip? Fuck, Y/N!” Joel held back his crying, gripping my arm and shaking his head.

“Joel, please,” tears pricked my eyes, falling down after I looked away from him, meeting the corners of my lips, hesitant of falling from there, “I know it’s bad, I know. But I have nowhere else to go. My grandparents on either side don’t care to even check if I’m still breathing, I have no friends but you and Tommy, and I have no money and no help to move on my own.”

“I’ll beg my mother to take you in.”

“Joel, your mother will end up in jail for a kidnapping, no.”

“There has to be something!”

“There isn’t! Joel! There’s nothing!” I broke down, shooting up from the chair and pounding on his chest.

Fuck. I’m crying and screaming at him. Maybe I’m not all that strong. Not even a good friend. Sucks to be me, I guess.

One hand landed behind my head, pulling me into his chest, the other on my back, creating small circular motions. Gradually, we ended up on our knees, Joel comforting me and kissing my forehead, plenty of times.

“Let it out, Y/N. It’s okay.”

“Fucking help me, Joel.”

“I will. Me and Tommy will do anything any everything to help you.”

“Please. I’m begging you.”

___

❀ 19

“Joel! Joel, Joel, Joel!” my feet were forcing me to charge over to Joel, jumping on his back and covering his eyes.

“Woah! Y/N, slow it down. What’s going on?” Joel chuckled, carefully pinning me between a wall and him.

“First of all, I haven’t smoked a single cigarette since graduation, so congratulate me.”

“I’m proud of you, sweetheart, good job.”

“Second, I got excepted into college, another congrats, let me hear it!”

“Wait, what? You’re serious right now?“

“Unnecessarily serious.”

“Get off me right now,” Joel got serious so suddenly, it was kinda scary. He stepped forward, letting me drop down, turning to me with a straight face. For a second, he looked at my face then chuckled and pulled me in to kiss my forehead.

I sighed in relief, holding onto his wrists and he was now aggressively smashing his lips on my forehead, eventually pushing me into the wall.

“My baby! Look at y-, you smell like weed,” Joel raised a brow and ceased the kisses, still cupping my face with both hands. I gave a nervous smile, knitting my brows.

“At least it wasn’t a cigarette?” a nervous laugh was thrown in, watching as Joel shrugged and recommenced with the kisses.

“So, does this mean you’ve a dorm now? Or do you still live with them?”

“I have a dorm, don’t worry. I just… Hope my roommate is nice.”

“Me too,” Joel grinned, resting his forehead on mine. My thumbs ran across his wrists, trying to persuade my hands to not run to his waist or ass. Very tempting, truly.

“Fuck, Joel. Maybe… You’re my lucky charm, yeah?”

“Oh, of course. Only because I’m able to help tou get back on the right track every single time,” his words felt like a warm blanket, shielding me from how cruel the world could be. But only for the short period of time.

“Mmm, let me go before I try to fuck you.”

“Yeah, no, we are very much in public and that would definitely screw us over a bit.

“Yes… Okay, let me go,” we laughed, Joel kissing me sweetly before letting me go, “I’ll come again when you get off work.”

“Promise?”

“I promise. Big ol’ baby.”

___

❀ 20

I sat in my dorm bathroom, shaking profusely and rocking back and forth, roommate crying and banging on the door like a police officer.

“Y/N, please, sweetheart, come out! Don’t let him get to you, please. We can file a police report and press charges! I’m begging you, please!” Veronika pleaded, jiggling the handle and sounding like she was close to choking on her words.

Just then, there was pounding on the front foor. Veronika’s breath hitched and her footsteps left the bathroom door. I slowly lied on the floor, ignoring the razors and blood beneath me.

“Where is she?”

Joel?

“She’s in the bathroom. Please get her to come out. I’m scared she’s done something crazy, Joel.”

Joel. God, Joel.

I curled up into myself, squeezing my eyes shut. This wasn’t happening. I didn’t deal with anything crazy today. Totally didn’t. I didn’t have another man I trusted just completely overpower me while I was vulnerable today. Take advantage of me and viciously threaten my life. No. Not at all. It was all just some sick dream my brain wanted me to dream of. Right?

“Y/N. Open the door, sweetheart. Please. It’s me, it’s Joel. Come on out.”

“She hasn’t said anything the entire time she’s been in there.”

“How long has she been trapped in there?”

“Almost three hours.”

Silence. I silently cried on the floor, scared of what was to happen next. Would they leave? Would they discuss what they think is happening? What was next to come?

That’s when there was insane kicks landing on the door. I screamed, sitting up right and staring as they just kept coming down. Eyes hurriedly scanning the small bathroom, I looked at the window and weakly stood to wobble to it.

There was… Laughing? From multiple people. I shook my head, climing over the tub and trying to open the window. This wasn’t happening. No, not again. Never again.

“Leave me alone! Go away! I just wanted help with my work!”

“Come on out, Y/N! We just wanna talk is all,” a distorted voice was cackling behind the door, multiple laughs, multiple voices.

“Come out, gorgeous!”

“Let’s have a little fun, baby!”

“Leave me alone!” my voice nearly cracked and failed to deliver the scentence, the window opening half way. I punched out the screen out, taking the opportunity to crawl out, applying pressure to the fresh slits all over my arms and legs.

“Y/N! No!”

I was yanked from the window, held in a pair of frightfully strong arms that wouldn’t budge. I clawed, kicked, screamed, squirmed, pleaded, did everything to release myself.

“Don’t touch me! Get away! Please leave me alone! Please!”

“Y/N! Hey! It’s me! It’s us!” Veronika, cooed, hands on my face, feeling wet and smelling like metal, “Look, love. It’s me and Joel.”

It took me a minute but her face was morphing, replacing from my abusers to my sweet, scared roommate. I still kept trying to escape but toned it down, keeping my eyes on her.

“Hi, sweetie. It’s okay. It’s us, mama. It’s us. You’re safe.”

I eventually gave up, being lowered to the ground and set up against the wall, still tearing up like crazy just silently.

I looked to the other person, seeing Joel absolutely distraught. My view just wouldn’t stay focused on one person for too long, constantly switching between to two safest people I had with me now.

“I just wanted help with the work. I didn’t want him to do any of it. I was scared. I couldn’t-“

“Shh, shh, shh. It’s okay. We know, baby, we know,” Joel was bawling his eyes out, his hands replacing V’s and his forehead on mine.

“Help me? Please? Can you guys help me?”

“Yes, yes. Of course, sweetheart. What do you need right now? You wanna get all cleaned up? Want some fresh clothes?”

I nodded anxiously, still glancing between the two and shaking like crazy. Veronkia gave me the okay, running to get me clothes while Joel ran the water, checking up on me every two seconds. Literally.

“I’m right here, Y/N. It’s okay.”

What the fuck. Why the fuck? It was gonna take me forever to process any of this.

___

❀ 25

“Y/N? You okay over here?” Tommy questioned, rubbing my back, “You’re staring off into space with wide eyes again.”

“Yeah, I’m cool. Just thinking about some other things right now.”

“Like?”

“Sinking my teeth into a thick ass steak or something,” I laughed, leaning on Tommy. A snort left him as he leaned his head on mine, rubbing my shoulder.

“You’re tellin’ me. I’d kill for a steak right now,” he huffed.

Tommy and I had been sitting at a bench near a park bathroom, waiting for Joel, Maria and Veronika to come back. It had been maybe ten minutes since they all left to use the bathroom.

“Hey, Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“Where do you see yourself in a few years?”

Ah. The infamous question I’ve been getting since middle school. But this time I had a not so depressing answer. My eyes met Tommy, shyly smiling.

“Uhm… Waking up to two crazy kids. Right beside Joel. Laughing and playing in bed with them. Making breakfast for my happy little family. Kissing Joel goodbye for work and taking the kids to school then going to myself.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Yes. Definitely,” I started giggling and chewing at the skin around my nails, “Why?”

“Because he said almost the same thing when I asked him what he wanted.”

Joel actually wanted to marry me? I was just letting my little brain entertain me and allow me to assume Joel still loved me. After everything we’ve been through.

“So… Joel is in love with me? Like? For real?”

“No for fake,” Tommy paused with a blank look, looking away, “Yes for real, dummy!”

I huffed, punching Tommy in his knees, crossing my arms, “You scared me!”

Not really. I just don’t wanna hear what I already thought I knew.

“Okay, sorry, sorry! Look. They’re taking a little bit and I wanna show you something cool. Do you trust me?” Tommy questioned, standing from the bench as his hand reached out to me. I took it and stood in front of him, eyes covered by his hands.

“Hey!”

“Nope! Have to have them covered. Just for a little bit. You’re safe, promise.”

I put my trust in Tommy, holding onto his forearms to keep my balance. Tommy hummed a little tune as he walked me around, carefully guiding me.

Maybe five minutes of walking and Tommy stopped, “Okay. We’re here. Ready?”

“I’m scared but yes.”

“Okay… Look!” Tommy backed away, hands removing and both Maria and Veronika throwing white confetti at me. Startled, I squealed and waved it off, earning a laugh from the three.

“You wanted to show me white confetti?” I giggled, brushing myself off.

“No, silly. We wanted to show you this though,” Maria laughed, both her and Veronika stepped aside, revealing Joel, behind the two girls and on one knee. He held a beautiful bouqet of different flowers with what looked like a box in the middle.

“Joel?”

This wasn’t happening. This was all a dream and my brain was just trying to give me a happy moment.

“I know I said I would get you similar flowers to when we first met. When we were kids. But I got you this instead. Not a single one matches your outfit right now but… It’s still just as beautiful as you.”

“Joel, are you-? You’re serious?”

“Listen, Y/N. I know we’ve had our ups and downs, you hated me plenty of times and I didn’t wanna be around you from time to time either but I’m happy we never gave up on each other.”

“Holy shit, just shut the fuck up, yes!” I giggled, holding back tears and pushing past Veronika and Maria to go kiss and hug Joel for what felt like forever.

Joel chuckled, standing up and sweeping me off the floor the second he wrapped his arms around me. We stayed like that laughing, kissing, crying, hugging, all the good stuff for what felt like an eternity.

“So Tommy was telling the truth. About what you said.”

“What does that mean? What’d I say?”

“That you also wanted me to annoy you for the rest of your life.”

“That’s not what I said.”

“It’s close enough.”

“Not even a five minute walk to being close. Now get down and let me put this damn ring on you.”

___

❀ Present, 30

“Y/N. Wake up,” Joel groaned, lightly shaking me. My eyes shot open, scanning the room and landing on Joel a few times before wandering again to confirm I was home in bed with him.

“What happened? What’s going on? Are-“

“Yes, Y/N, I’m fine. You were flailing around like crazy then you were calm a bit then just huffing. Like you were crying or something.”

“Oh, no, I’m fine. Strange dreams. You know me, Joel. Big J. Joey. J-“

“Alright, alright, I get it,” Joel lied down, pulling me on top of him. We laughed a little bit, lying together and trying to get back to sleep.

“Joel?” he hummed in response, hand meeting mine on his chest, “Thanks.”

“What? For what?”

“Not giving up on me. I don’t know where I would be or what I would be doing. If I would even be alive-“

“Hey, hey, hey.”

“Sometimes, I don’t even think this is real. Like right now. Is it?”

“Yes, baby. It’s real. It’s all real. Don’t start that crying because I can assure you this is all real, you’re right here with me. Right now. We’re happy and healthy,” Joel attempted to look at me, blowing me a kiss and smiling.

“I love you, Joel.”

“I love you too, Y/N. And I would give you the world of I could.”

How and why did I get gifted this fucking guy since I was a kid? I was just super thankful to even lay my eyes on him and spend quite literally my entire life with him. Maybe I’m not entirely upset that that child stared at me with that dumb little flower.

#tlou #tlou part 2 #joel miller #joel the last of us #joel x you #joel x reader #joel x y/n #joel x female reader #fanfic #joel miller imagine #joel miller fanfiction #the last of us #f!reader #𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 ⋆˚✿˖°

[in-death-we-fall]

Face To Face

Murderdolls

Fred Durst isn’t on their Christmas card list. But Angelina Jolie is…

Words: Daniel Lukes Photos: Scarlet Page

(google docs) Thanks @incredizort for sharing your collection!

Joey Jordison’s presence in glam-metal side-project Murderdolls was always bound to garner more than just a passing glance; not least because the exuberant drummer shocked everyone by deciding to make his post-Slipknot debut in stack heels and a whole lotta make-up. But since releasing their debut album, ‘Beyond the Valley Of The Murderdolls’, this summer, the horror-punk quintet have (sic) the past few months creating merry mayhem out on the road, rapidly building a colourful cult following in the process.

Today, the Murderdolls Roadshow has hit London – the Forum in Kentish Town, to be precise – and a group of diehard fans have gathered outside the venue to catch a glimpse of their heroes. For six diehard ‘Dolls fans, however, Christmas has come early. Louise Condren and her brother Michael, Michelle Peppiatt, Rebecca Brazil, Matthew Murray and Richard Williams are currently sitting in the venue’s upstairs bar, where they’re about to begin interrogating the glam-goth six-piece (sic) about subjects as diverse as drugs, Anjelina (sic) Jolie and, of course, a fat man with a white beard and red coat.

After hands are shaken and pleasanteries (sic) exchanged, there’s just one thing to do: get this party started…

Michelle: How do you feel about having so much success so quickly? Ben ‘Ghoul’ Graves: “We’re the hottest thing since sunburn, the greatest fucking band on planet Earth, so it wasn’t really a big surprise to us.” Acey Slade: “We’re doing something different. A lot of people are turning their noses up, but at the same time a lot of people are buying it. It’s like heroin.” Wednesday: “Joey’s had a lot of success with Slipknot, but it’s really weird for me, it’s kind of a new thing. To come to another country and there’s kids dressed like you, and imitating your whole thing, and they know every word to a song that you wrote in your bedroom when you lived with your parents, it’s such a great feeling.”

Matthew: Who would you most like to fuck on a cold Christmas morning Wednesday: “To fuck? On a cold Christmas morning? These are good questions.” Acey: “It’s a very generic answer, but I’d probably have to say Angelina Jolie.” Wednesday: “I’d say Santa Claus.” Ben: “Have you heard of a girl over here called Lindsey Dawn? She’s from the UK, she’s very hot.” Acey: “That’s not what you said earlier, Ghoul. You said for Christmas you wanted to find a midget in your stocking. That’s what you said.”

Richard: Whose roast turkey would you most like to carve this Christmas morning? Wednesday: “Whose what?” Acey: “Is that a variation of the same question? If it’d get me laid, I’d say Angelina Jolie again.” Wednesday: “I don’t know. I don’t know how to carve a turkey anyway.” Acey: “He only carves chickens. One time he carved a squirrel, for class.” Wednesday: “I don’t know. That’s probably the most difficult question I’ve ever been asked in my life.” Ben: “Hugh Hefner. I’d love to spend Christmas at the ‘Playboy’ Mansion.” Wednesday: “Of course you would.”

Michael: If you were the five wise men, what would you give to baby Jesus? Eric Griffin: “Drugs!” Wednesday: “Drugs and a couple of shots of Jägermeister. I’d like to breastfeed baby Jesus.” Acey: “I’d give him a butterscotch enema.”

Matthew: Which rock star looks most like Santa Claus? Wednesday: “Jerry Garcia. Michael MacDonald. You guys probably have no clue who that is.” Ben: “Who’s the one they said Wednesday looks like?” Wednesday: “Mortiis! Like a dead Santa Claus. Or maybe one of his elves. Rob Zombie looks kinda like Santa Claus a little bit.” Joey: “Cancel that. We won’t get that tour.” Wednesday: “He’s got his beard. I’d love him to bring me presents. That’d be the coolest Santa Claus in the world, bringing you shrunken heads and all that. Jellied brains.” Acey: “Or go-go girls, or a leather face mask.”

Richard: If you had Fred Durst hanging by his bollocks what would you do to him? Eric: “Nothing, I’d just leave him there.” Wednesday: “That’s pretty harsh torture in itself. I think we’d all swing on it to make it a little bit worse.” Joey: “We’d throw sliced ham at him.” Acey: “I’d pour honey on his nutsack, and then let ants eat it off.”

Louise: What do you guys think of the UK music scene? Wednesday: “Well, we’re a local band here now, since we’re always over here. It seems to be pretty cool.” Acey: “I like the music scene here better, truthfully. It just seems that people are a little bit more open-minded, you’ve got bands that a little bit older like The Wildhearts and we’ve always had good support bands like AntiProduct and The 80s Matchbox B-Line Disaster, who are really cool.”

Rebecca: How have your families taken to your career paths? Joey: “My parents have always supported me from day one. I’m still the same person, my mom still makes me take out the trash and mow the lawn. She lives in her Murderdolls and Slipknot gear. She wears it every day. She’ll go to the grocery store and these kids’ll come along and go, “You like Slipknot?’. And she’ll go, ‘Oh yeah’. Now she gets free groceries.” Ben: “My parents have always been very supportive of whatever I’ve done. I’m not going to sit here and say that my childhood was traumatic and I hated my parents and all the crap that other bands come out with, because that’s just not true.” Acey: “My mom’s very proud, very very proud of me. My dad, on the other hand, disowned me. So fuck him.” Eric: “My mom came to see us and she wore Devil horns.”

Matthew: What are the three most important things you take on tour with you? Ben: “Our make-up. Our clothes. And rubbers.” Eric: “Spoken like a true ghoul!”

Michael: Your songs are quite sarcastic, but are any of them based on real-life experiences? Wednesday: “No, not at all. I think the only song on the album that had any personal theme, was ‘Dressed To Depress’. The bands that I’ve always grown up on, I didn’t want to go to a concert and be reminded of the bullshit in my life, if I hated school or was angry with my parents. I’ve always compared our band to a TV or a movie or something, you get lost in it. Bands that keep singing about bad childhoods or trauma or politics, it gets old after a while.” Ben: “I think it’s more about escapism than real life.” Wednesday: “So no real grave-robbing stories yet? (listens to music playing in the background) Oh God, is that Nickelback?” Ben: “How would you know that? That’s bad that you know that.” Wednesday: “I know, I’m sorry.” Eric: “I think that there’s a lot of kids that really relate to us, and feel like they have a lot more in common with us than with their parents or their friends at school.” Ben: “Or Nickelback.”

Richard: If you weren’t making music, what would you be doing now? Joey: “I would just try to get as close to anything musical as possible, by being a tech or working in the studio. Music is the only thing I’ve ever wanted to do since I was really young – I’m just lucky I get to actually do it now.” Eric: “I think I’d probably open a strip club. A brothel or something.” Ben: “If I wasn’t doing music, I’d probably be doing something art-oriented.” Acey: “What do ghouls do? What is a ghoul?” Ben: “What’s a ghoul? That’s a good one.” Wednesday: “Don’t you rob graves and beat on poor people?” Acey: “I would maybe be a manager. I mean, I can barely manage my own life, so that would be kind of a tough one.” Eric: “In all seriousness it’s an impossible question to answer because music is more of a life than a job. Our whole lives just revolve around music. It’s part of who we are, so I can’t even imagine not being able to play music.”

Louise: What object will be on the top of your Christmas tree? Wednesday: “I have a Jack Skellington doll on the top of my Christmas tree at home. I always do that every year. I don’t want Santa Claus, or an angel, or a star or anything stupid like that.” Acey: “I got a fake tree that I’m going to spraypaint black. It’s one of the little ones. I’ll spray it in my apartment and get a buzz painting it.” Ben: “I didn’t have a Christmas tree last year, so I’m not sure.” Acey: “That’s because you’re a ghoul.” Wednesday: “What about getting the ghoul and painting him green and standing him on our bus. His hair is like pipe-cleaners…” Acey: “And he’s already got balls hanging…”

Richard: If you could be on an ideal tour, who would be supporting you? Wednesday: “I would love to have AFI support us. That’s probably the only band out right now that I can listen to all the time.” Acey: “Andrew W.K. would be pretty cool. He likes to party.” Wednesday: “We played a gig with Andrew in Japan and he’s a really cool guy and has a lot of fun and I really respect what he’s done and that would be a cool tour.” Ben: “The Donnas, but I think they’re afraid to talk to us.”

Matthew: If you could choose one person, who would you like most to resurrect from the dead? Wednesday: “Vincent Price. I’d just love to have dinner with that guy and just talk to him.” Acey: “Joey Ramone.” Ben: “Brigitte Bardot.” Wednesday: “(correcting his bandmate). Bardoo.” Acey: “Bardow!” Kerrang!: Brigitte Bardot is alive. Eric: “You fucking ghoul. I told you we were stupid.” Ben: “The one Anton LaVey had an affair with then – what was her name? Jane Mansfield.” Wednesday: “Next question!” Ben: “Yeah, let’s move on.”

Michelle: What would your ideal Christmas presents to each other be? Acey: “I’d buy Joey and Wednesday Les Pauls. The Ghoul? What do you buy a ghoul? Wednesday: “A box of magnums. I’d buy Joey a 12-pack of Corona with the lemons… All: “The limes!” Wednesday: “The limes already in ‘em. I’d buy Acey shares in Starbucks franchise. I’d get him a coffee-smelling kimono, or a fucking scarf, so if he couldn’t find coffee it (sic), he’d just inhale it.” Ben: “I’d buy Wednesday a big bucket of KFC.” Acey: “I’d buy him a chicken ranch.” Ben: “Actually, I lost my mind back in the summertime, I’d like to open up a present and get that back.”

Michelle: Acey, was it a strain for you joining after Tripp Eisen left? Acey: “You know you were asking what I would like on Christmas morning? Well truthfully, and for the first time in my life I really have everything that I want. And I’m not just talking shit – I’m in a band that’s gone around the world, that I love, I got a computer – so what more do I need? Some more ‘Nightmare Before Christmas’ toys! They hate me, by the way.” Wednesday: “I’ve known Acey for a long time, before he was ever in Dope or I met Joey. So, it was kinda weird how everything worked out. Us starting a band together was a long time in the coming.”

Rebecca: What is the most rock ‘n’ roll Christmas you’ve ever had? Joey: “I think this one will probably be the most, since with Slipknot, the band’s not heavily indulging in everything, and it’s not like the more free-spirited atmosphere I have with these guys. We’re playing a New Year’s Eve show in my hometown, so we’re just going to probably get drunk and get ready for the show. What do you think about that answer Wednesday?” Wednesday: “It was great.” Joey: “Thank you.”

#murderdolls #joey jordison #wednesday 13 #ben graves #eric griffin #acey slade #interview #facepalm-through-face.jpg #really making fun of ben for being a ghoul XD #if anyone knows which issue of kerrang this was lemme know

[bendyredrawn]

If Twisted Bendy isn’t actually Toon Bendy, what exactly is he? And also why wasn’t he against the cult as they had a hand in his creation?

Twisted bendy is just this kind of weird entity/creature that was created in an attempt of creating the perfect toon bendy. He serves as humanity’s (Mainly Joey’s) punishment for going against natural order and giving life to something that shouldn’t have it

He isn’t against the cult because it wasn’t originally their idea to bring him to life but Joey’s, and it was Joey who trapped him in the toon realm not them. He also knows he can use the cult to his advantage (which he does).

#ask #lore

[gaydeadpoets]

So, if the poets were teenagers now and they were all in Keatings university class for english literature or something like that- Keating would definitely be a professor who had to cancel some classes for the most absurd reasons. Here are the poets favourite reasons:

1) he has been arrested for protesting climate change then used his one phone call to tell someone to log into his laptop and send an email out to all his students informing them that class is cancelled because he is in prison, rather than asking them to bail him out so he could still go to the class

2) he found a stray dog and took it to the vets 10 minutes before class started. (He showed up for the last 30 minutes of class with the dog)

3) he was climbing a tree to retrieve a kitten then he fell out the tree

4) his house burned down because he burned his pasta on the stove and he had to stay with his weird cousin whoose house always smells of cheese even though she is lactose intolerant

5) He flew to Amsterdam for the weekend for a stag do with his friends then he wasn't in class for a whole week because he somehow ended up in England without a passport so he had to try to get back to America then none of his friends were there so he had to go back to Amsterdam to find his friends. He got back and found most of them in the hotel crying because they thought he was dead. His friends Barty and Joey were still missing though and they found Joey 4 days later but they had to get them out of a cult

#keating #mr keating #dps #dead poets society

[xx-burn1ng-h0ll0w-xx]

I FINALLY FINNISHED THE STORY AND THE DESIGNS 4 THE BOYS IN THE AU

fhfhfhfh this took so longgg,,, and i really hope this gets enough attention,,, I spent like a week on all of this so pleaseplease read everything,,, and forgive me for my bad storytelling,, I'm not a good writer-

The Lore for the Au

Now everything may sorta seem the same, but alot of the characters have went through a lot of gruesome things. Audrey, even though it seemed like she had a happy ending, it wasn't how it actually happened. She went completely insane after going into the loop, and barely surviving.

The book that Audrey had however, that carried the loop and everybody inside of it, ended up collecting dust, and rewrote itself entirely. Making the loop no more, and the world finally rebuilt itself entirely, and The Ink Demon made sure of it. After what he went through, so many times before, he came to a realization that it was pointless to fight, or make people fear him. So he made sure that the studio, and the city was safe for everybody to reside in. But he knew that people would still fear him, no matter what he did to change. So he hid, deep inside the studio, rebuilt his hidden throne, and stayed out of sight, for the rest of his existence.

But, after some time, he was found, by a young boy. Axel. The Ink Demon learned to care for him, and eventually became known as his guardian.

Hhh that took a lot of effort, now time 2 introduce the main boys and their designs, I'll post more characters as soon as i get the ask box officially open,, but until then enjoy what all I have for these guys!!

The Ink Demon

The main man himself, now in this au he's very similar to the cannon games. Except he's just a cranky dad and has to babysit Axel 24/7. He can still change into Bendy and Beast Bendy, but it's not all the time he'll do it. The Ink Demon prefers to go by his title, and he'll only allow Sammy and Axel to call him by the nicknames he has for them. (Lord, father, yknow the basic father-son and weird uncle thing)

The Ink Demon may be a cranky old bitch, but he cares for Axel and Sammy, even though he may not seem like it. Him and Axel have a very good father and son bond, and they care about eachothers well being. Sammy is annoying as hell to him, but he's basically the only person that doesn't run away screaming at him.

He's still very powerful here, he can phase through walls, talk telepathically to some people, but he can actually speak in the au too. The Ink Demon's bottom jaw can open up into two, and his teeth can also spike into sharp fangs.

And as you have already noticed, his left eye is a little infected, he's not so sure what it is, but he refuses to actually do anything about it, other than just not wiping the dripping ink out of it (which also makes the infection WORSE,, but he doesn't give a fuck lmao)

Sammy Lawrence

Time for everybody's second favorite, the crazy ink prophet, Sa m m y. (Cw for mentions of death and some crazy shit)

Now Sammy is also about the same in this au, still a crazy psychotic muscle man. But now that Axel showed up, he's kinda like the weird uncle that everybody has to deal with.

Sammy also suffers from psychosis, and he's very delusional (same) he constantly forgets things, and he's lost alot of his memory. And he's been like this for awhile, even before the pocket dimension of the studio went kinda bonkers. And Joey used this to his advantage with Sammy. Literally posing as Bendy, and making him do his bidding.

As time went on, Sammy went crazy, and made an entire cult in the studio. Practically making sacrifices and killing most of the people working with him, before he eventually killed himself and ended up in the loop with everybody else.

Sammy did eventually find The Ink Demon and Axel. And thinks he's like some sort of priest there???? But he's calmed down, a little-

Axel

Now time 4 my boy, or well my self insert lol

Before he ended up in the loop, Axel lived in a very troubled household. Though he had a very nice house and was able to get around the town he lived in, he delt with a very abusive father. He had to go through alot of very messed up stuff from him, and it ended up just completely ruining him.

After getting completely fed up with what he went through, he ran off, and completely changed his identity (kinda why he's trans now lol) But after realizing he had nowhere else to go, he went out to look for a job, and found Joey Drew Studios. He was hired almost instantly after showing off his art abilities and got straight to work.

Some time passed and he ended up in a very risky situation with Sammy. He struggled to keep himself from getting hurt, but Sanmy completely chopped off his leg, and then, you guessed it, he died. But surprisingly he ended up at the loop with the ink demon.

It took some time for The Ink Demon to warm up and a lot of attempts to prove Axel wasn't another person to fear him, but eventually The Ink Demon learned to sorta trust Axel.

GRHRHRH THATS FINALLY OVER WITHHH WHOOO!!!!! FJDJDJ I REALLY HOPE U GUYS SORTA LIKE IT,,, I TRIED MY BEST ON EVERYTHING,, I DONT WANT IT TOO SEEM UNORIGINAL BC THIS IS A BIG PERSONAL PROJECT OF MINE THAT I HAD FOR A LONG ASS TIME,,, ANYWAYS ILL SEE U GUYS LATERRRR,,, THANKS 4 BEING PATIENT WITH ME!!!!!

#batim ask blog #batim art #batim bendy #batim fanart #bendy and the ink machine ask blog #batim au #batdr #batdr ask blog #batim ink bendy #batim ink demon #batim oc #bendy and the dark revival #bendy and the ink machine fanart #bendy fan art #ask blog #batim #batdr au #batdr art #batdr bendy #batim sammy #bendy and the ink machine au #bendy au #batdr sammy #sammy lawrence #the ink demon #bendy and the ink machine

[us-costco-official]

okk i'll tell u about my 2 ocs from a newer story i'm working on called 'starved'!

CW FOR CANNIBALISM AND RELIGIOUS MENTIONS+VERY BRIEF MENTION OF CULTS

joey – cannibal, lesbian, genderqueer, any pronouns. sees cannibalism as a sin and prays to god to fix her, but is also almost proud of her blasphemy due to his religious trauma. the most insane of the two, THE SILLYYY :3

fig – also a cannibal, ALSO a lesbian!!!, they/them, nb. views cannibalism as an act of love and devotion (in an almost religious sense) and will do anything for joey. ex cult member, is agnostic and believes that god is somehow watching over the world (whether he's real or just a sort of idea), the most obsessive of the two, my wife 💓

omg…weird lesbians my beloved <3

#mutuals ocs #from the shelves of costco #askbox #mutuals

[adelaidedrubman]

okay SO my loose premise is just. reverse far cry au. instead of joseph getting called with end of the world visions, it’s the deputy. joseph still runs a church and is a weird little guy, john’s giving small town pretentious lawyer, jacob’s :/ still ate that dude and faith’s just hitting the vape 24/7 instead. and then the deputy + staci, joey and whitehorse r taking over the county for God Has Spoken To Me reasons. mary may attempts to hit john w her car at one point.

YOOOOOOOOOO THERE IS NOTHING I LOVE MORE THAN a good role reversal au where the seeds are just kinda. still suck still who they are just minus the full-blown doomsday cult bit at the end.

and the mary may bit has me DYING (wish it had john dying but alas). is mary may part of the deputy cult too or she just running his ass over for free??

anon if you write this you better link me........

[peakdeer]

To Fall in Love with your Fellow Henchman

Sausage likes Joey. Joey likes Xornoth. Sausage knows this. He just wishes the universe would stop shoving it in his face.

Or: The ah discord server needs to stop giving me ideas. I can't write them all

Sausage swung his axe to dispatch the zombie trying to punch Joey, watching it vaporize after only one hit.

“Thank you! My hero.” Joey chirped, causing Sausage paused in putting his axe away. He turned to beam at Joey and puffed his chest up proudly, warmth spreading to his cheeks.

“It’s a little dark and scary outside, lots of mobs everywhere! Oh be careful, I believe the demon is around here somewhere. He usually shows up during rain and thunderstorms.” Sausage spun around and squinted at the trees around him, trying to see if he could make out Xornoth’s shape before realizing he’d completely ignored Joey to do that. He spun back around to see Joey with a half-frightened, half-elated expression, making his heart sink. He knew it wasn’t for him.

“Oh, oh! How do I look? How do I look?” Joey turned quickly, modeling his wings and outfit. It was pretty much the same thing he wore every day, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t impressive. After all, he himself wore the same cape every day. It was the height of fashion! Well, actually, he didn’t know anything about fashion. Fwhip probably knew more about fashion than he did.

“You look very majestic, yep, very very majestic,” Sausage complimented Joey, smiling dreamily up at his friend.

It was true, Joey did look magnificent. The neck shawl or whatever it was that Joey was wearing didn’t hide Joey’s impressive muscles, and his tight shorts showed off even more of his impressive physique. His feathers were glorious, shining in every color of the rainbow, looking so soft and downy. He reached his hand out wistfully to run his fingers through the feathers, before pulling it back. That would be weird, if he did that. Joey would think he was weird. And that’s not what you want your crush-slash-best-friend-slash-fellow-cult-member to think about you. Especially when he’s dating the demon you serve.

“Oh, okay, good,” Joey look relieved, his feathers smoothing down and face relaxing. Sausage liked that face, almost as much as he liked Joey’s easy grin. It was hard not to when Joey was so cute.

“Yeah, gotta make sure you look your best when the demon comes, yeah?” He teased, smiling up at Joey.

Joey nodded affirmatively, though he wouldn’t quite look Sausage in the eyes. He was fiddling with his feathers, looking very nervous and very unlike the Joey he knew best. He was going to ask, but he shut his mouth when Joey began to speak. “So I’m looking to make a banner, and I need your help… I heard you were the banner king or something?”

That. Didn’t explain what he was wondering. But it would be rude to change the subject now, so he led Joey to his banner shop, despite many encounters with mobs along the way. “O-okay, I think it’s the blood sheep, hang out right here, please! Thank you, all right, come in, come in! It’s safer in here.” Sausage’s chuckles hadn’t quite died yet as he pulled Joey into the warm safety of his shop. Joey was laughing too, ruffling his feathers to clean them from unwanted moss and dirt.

“It’s not very well lit around here, is it, Sausage?” Joey quipped, smiling teasingly at him.

“I- well- it’s- I- your area’s not very well lit either, Joey, don’t judge me!” He squawked indignantly. “You have the same problem!”

Joey just laughed at that, slinging his arm over Sausage’s shoulders. “So where’s the banners?”

“Oh! They’re upstairs, come along this way,” he chattered, leading them to a relatively large shop. There were several labeled barrels, some with banners poking out from them. There was a tired-looking villager there, staring at the two rulers warily.

“This is the head banner maker! Good morning, or actually, is it night? Ohhhhh we interrupted your sleep. I’m sorry! I’m sorry, okay, I’ll raise your wages!” Sausage promised the poor villager. The poor guy had just wanted to sleep, not to deal with two rulers in his house at some odd hour in the morning.

The villager sighed, nodding to Sausage his king and offering Joey a half-bow before heading downstairs without a word. If Sausage had to guess, he’d say he was getting coffee. Joey offered the man a smile, watching after him curiously.

“So here are the dyes, here are the banners, and here are the banner patterns! I do have the globe banner pattern in here, let me get it for you.” It was rather unnecessary for Sausage to list where everything was, as it was all labeled, but it made him feel useful.

“Oh, okay, thank you,” Joey thanked him as Sausage handed him the pattern, looking around distractedly. “Do you mind if I use your workshop?”

“Oh yeah, yeah of course! My house is your house! Well, it’s not technically my house, but it’s part of my empire—you know what I mean.” Sausage stammered out.

The nervous look began to reappear on Joey’s face as he worked, and he wouldn’t look up at Sausage. Which was probably for the better, honestly, since he was working on a banner. “So, I… I have a bit of a confession to make. I have… a little bit of a love interest, and I’m—I’m making a banner in honor of him.”

Sausage forced a smile, staring decidedly at the gem on Joey’s neck instead of at his face. “Is it the someone I’m thinking of—?” The words were out before he could stop them, before he even realized what he’d said. A sloshing feeling began to form in his stomach, and he suddenly wished he was anywhere else. The only thing he could think was please don’t be Xornoth, please don’t be Xornoth, please don’t be Xornoth, please be him, be Sausage, please. He wasn’t sure who he was praying to—Aeor would never do anything for him, would never even listen to him, and Exor was probably thrilled with this development. Exor didn’t care about Sausage or Joey. The blood sheep didn’t get involved in the ‘affairs of mortal men’. No one would answer him.

“How about I make the banner and then you can guess who you think it is?” Joey suggested nervously, messing around with the dyes on the banner. There was a sincerity in his eyes, a genuine fear that silenced his complaints. He wasn’t going to upset Joey over his silly little crush on the Lost Emperor.

They were silent for a few minutes, Sausage pointedly avoiding looking at the banner. “Okay, I’m kind of nervous to share who my love interest is with you…” There was an odd lurch in his stomach as Sausage tried to think of a way to calm Joey and support him, though a part of him didn’t want to know. Didn’t want to hear Joey say it.

He forced his mouth open anyway, searching for the right words and the strength to say them. “Oh, um, you never know! I might be really good friends with them and I can put in a good word for you, if anything! I can be, like, your wingman!”

“Okay!” Joey stood up abruptly, thrusting out the banner towards Sausage’s face. “Okay, it’s been created!” He looked so proud of himself, and Sausage couldn’t help but wish that he could be that proud of Sausage one day.

“You got it?” Sausage offered a smile, even if it was a bit off-center and not as happy-looking as it should be. “Let me see it! Here, you can hang it on this wall!” Sausage gestured to the only blank wall in the entire banner shop, a spread of empty space likely used for the sole purpose of hanging up banners.

Joey hung the banner proudly on the wall, the black fabric swinging until it stopped, sitting flush with the wall. The banner was void-black, with two red spots that looked like eyes, the kind you could get lost in. Not in the romantic way, more like these eyes will swallow you up and trap you here, so that you can never escape. The face was familiar, sending both a bolt of fear and a zing of elation through his chest, before it faded into gray disappointment.

“Oh. Oh.” Sausage knew it wouldn’t be him. He knew. There was no way Joey would have liked him, and if he somehow did, this is not how he would tell Sausage. But this was maybe worse. He’d set himself up to be Joey’s wingman, with Joey and the demon he served. Who was a demon. Who he served. He could overlook the demon bit, but the other one might be an issue. He expected this the instant Joey had said he had a love interest, but he still couldn’t muster up an emotion other than shock.

“That’s my senpai.” Joey said it oddly calmly, considering how worried he had been to tell Sausage. His eyes were slightly glazed, and he stared at the banner with something that looked almost like devoted worship.

That was probably fine.

“That’s… that’s Xornoth.” Sausage paused for a moment, attempting to bite back the thoughts that he had about this new development. Not that there was much room for those, with the sudden vacancy the revelation had caused in his head. “That is so nice,” he forced out through gritted teeth. He would support Joey if he had to bite his tongue off, if he had to third-wheel while Joey and Xornoth flirted with each other. Even if it felt like he was dying.

“Do we look cute together?” As much as Sausage wanted to deny it, Joey’s colorful scheme and the demon’s black and red palette blended together quite nicely. It would fit better if Xornoth wasn’t all black, but beggars can’t be choosers. Well. That saying actually doesn’t work, because Joey could woo anyone he wanted, so… maybe ‘you don’t pick who you love’? He knew that one was accurate.

“You actually look fantastic together, you know what, are you going to the wedding tomorrow? Or is it later today, actually? I’m not sure, maybe—it doesn’t matter, that’s not the point.” Sausage had no idea where he was going with this, only that words were spilling out of his mouth too quickly to filter or change, with a reckless sort of abandon that was really going to hurt him one of these days.

“Ooh, Lizzie and Joel’s wedding? Yeah!” Joey answered, looking equally curious to see where Sausage was taking this as he himself was. Joey, however, look excited as well, and Sausage most definitely was not excited about what he might say next.

“Yeah, yeah, if anything you know what’ll be really really cool? If you proclaim you love to Xornoth right at the wedding.”  Sausage proposed the idea, sent reeling by his own words. That’s what he said? That’s what his mouth decided to say? This was not going to go well.

“Oh my god…” Joey’s eyes got a far-away look, as if he were planning it out in his mind, deciding whether it was a good idea or not.

“It’s very romantic!” Sausage prompted, waiting for a response. He wanted to make sure he hadn’t said the wrong thing, because he would rather like this to not end terribly, though he had a feeling it would end terribly either way.

“Like, after they get married, right?” Joey asked, calming Sausage’s nerves slightly. At least he hadn’t angered Joey.

“Yeah, after, don’t do it before, because then it’ll be a little weird, you know, it’ll look like you’re taking the spotlight away from them, but right after. When it’s done? I think you should.” Sausage bumped his head against Joey’s shoulder, looking up for some form of confirmation.

“Okay, I’ll be like, ‘I have an announcement to make.’ And then I’ll display the banner and say, ‘I’m in love!’ Okay. Love that!” Joey agreed, clapping his hands and doing a little spin. He looked about five seconds from sprinting through the door to prepare, and Sausage found himself blurting out anything he could say that would make Joey stay, just for a few minutes longer.

“Guess what? A lot of people are scared of Xornoth, a lot of people are scared of that demon. But if there’s one person who’s not, who’s actually pretty good friends with them, it’s me.” The words fell out of his mouth like rain from the sky, all jumbled up and spoken too fast with a desperate energy that Sausage hoped Joey wouldn’t pick up on.

“You’re friends with Xornoth?” Joey looked genuinely curious, surprised. It made Sausage wonder what Joey was thinking. Did he think that Sausage had extended his friendship to a demon because why not? Did he think he was only friends with Xornoth for power? None of those thoughts were entirely wrong. Or perhaps he was wondering if he had competition. The last thought almost made him laugh, but that would be rather inappropriate in this situation, so he bit his tongue to hold it back.

“Yeah! I could put in a good word for you with them!” Sausage really needed to stop talking. He was digging his grave to bedrock, and nothing he was saying was going to be easy to do, not when he felt this pain in his chest every time he so much as thought of Joey and Xornoth together.

“Okay yes, yeah, that would—that would, that would be so great! Thank you, Sausage!” Joey looked delighted, clapping his hands together excitedly. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad, if he got Joey to smile at him like that. He couldn’t have Joey, but he could have this.

“You know what, you, you got this! This, this is gonna be great, okay? Xornoth is a little—okay, maybe a lot, or, really, Exor is—a little rough around the edges, but, uh, if there’s anybody out there for him, it’s you. You got this!” Sausage wasn’t sure how many of his words he actually believed, but at least it seemed to please Joey.

“Wow Sausage, thank you so much! I knew I could always count on you!” Joey had an easy grin on his face paired with that far-away look he had when he was imagining how something should go, or when he was planning vengeance against his enemies. Sausage just wanted to step forward and kiss that face, but, that. That’s not very proper behavior for Joey’s wingman.

“I told you! Everything’s going to be great,” Sausage couldn’t help a rush of pride at Joey’s words. That was him! Joey counted on him! Joey trusted him! Perhaps he should stop acting like a lost puppy, but he couldn’t help it. It just made him happy, to be appreciated and trusted and believed in, especially by Joey. He trusted Joey more than anything. That’s was why he’d betrayed Gem and Fwhip, wasn’t it? For Xornoth and power, of course, but also for Joey. Because Joey came with those two things. And if he’d sided with Gem and Fwhip… he wouldn’t have Joey. And was it worth it without him?

“I’ve made some, uh, deals—promises—whatever you want to call them!—with the demon. He promised me I’ll be a great warlock, I’ll have great magic, I’ll be even more powerful than Gem! But to, uh, do that we… have to kill the dragon. That’ll free him, restore him to his full powers, and then we can have everything we want! And you can have your boyfriend!”

“Yeah! Let’s kill that dragon!” Joey cheered excitedly. “Hold on, I gotta prepare my weapons, get some golden apples, ooh! We could use some totems of undying!” He ran off, presumably to begin to prepare for the dragon fight. Sausage watched him leave longingly, wishing he could follow Joey and talk to him more, to hang out with him and maybe get a few cuddles. Because cuddles aren’t just romantic! They can be platonic! And he. He would really like to cuddle with Joey. Really, he just wanted cuddles. He hadn’t gotten cuddles since he was, like, eight. He would like kisses, too, but Joey liked Xornoth, so he wasn’t going to get those, and who else would like him anyway?

Well. At the very least, he was in the friend-zone, by which he meant they were friends, not that—well, the other meaning works too, because Joey didn’t like him. He liked the demon.

He was maybe a little bit jealous about that.

Okay, so, maybe a lot jealous.

In his defense, Joey was very pretty! And funny and bubbly and always nice to him and also he was very, very hot. But that didn’t matter because he wasn’t telling Joey. Joey would be happier with Xornoth. Probably. Maybe. Xornoth was a demon, so he might hurt Joey, or manipulate him, or…

Sausage was going to stop thinking about that. Xornoth was nice to him! And he was pretty too, a darker aesthetic than he usually preferred, but he could see why Joey liked him. The demon was a catch.

It would be fine. Nothing would go wrong. Everything would be great.

They just had to kill the dragon first.

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