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rey-129-fan · 3 days

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Gotham-Amity Co-op AU

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Wow, okay, people seem to really like this. Awesome! Whelp, here's part 2!

“Alright, order. Order.”

“Yeah, I’ll take a Triple Nasty with cheese, extra mustard and pickles.” Laughs rang out at Dash’s remark as everyone settled in to their seats. Sam, who stood at the front of the room by a blackboard, just gave the quarterback a flat look while Danny and Tucker snickered at the teacher’s desk. The group was meeting in an empty classroom at Casper since most were still Casper students, at least for another couple of months until graduation. Jazz and Kyle, both of whom were attending school in Gotham, were dropping in to visit and attend the meeting.

“We are now beginning the first meeting for the Green Amity Co-o-”

“Oh, we are not calling it that!” Paulina cried out. Sam’s eye twitched and started to glow slightly as those around the Latina nodded in agreement.

Jazz quickly stepped in. “While naming something Green in a city that has a known meta Eco-terrorist might not be a good idea, we can discuss names later. For now, let’s focus on more important matters for the co-op.”

“Right,” Sam sighed, releasing the tension in her shoulders. “So has everyone had a chance to look over the info and pictures Jazz and Kyle were able to gather?” Getting various conformations, the goth nodded. “Does anyone have any objections on using the building as a Gotham based co-op?”

“Not really.”

“Nope.”

“None from me.”

“Okay, so we’ll put down an offer to buy the building,” Sam nodded before shuffling around some papers in her hands. “Next on the agenda is rent.”

“Won’t we own the building? Why would we need to pay rent?” Dash asked. Kwan nodded while several others in the group just dropped their heads.

“Because we need to pay for things like utilities and taxes,” Valarie shot back, arms crossed as she stared down her former friend group.

“Not to mention that we should collect some money for potential repairs that will be needed in the future,” Wes added, nodding. Dash turned and glared at both of them.

“As Val and Wes said, we may own the building, but we still need to gather money to pay for things like water, electricity, internet. Things needed to make the building usable,” Jazz explained in a less condescending tone, mullifying the blond.

“So we need to figure out how much each utility is and split it between everyone, with a little extra on top to make a fund for repairs?” Danny clarified.

“That is a start, but some people will use more of some things than others.”

“Well, we can always start with it and adjust as we get a better idea of how much it costs and who uses up what amount,” Star said as she stood up and walked over to the board. She picked up a piece of chalk and began writing down numbers. “Do we know how much we have to pay for property tax? From what I could find on the internet, the average cost of utilities in Gotham is about $118 a month, give or take.”

“That lines up with what I saw too, though that doesn’t include internet or phone plans,” Val nodded.

“Well, our phone plans aren’t likely to change, so we don’t need to worry about that. Most internet plans start about $40 a month,” Tucker added. Star nodded and added the 40.

“As for property taxes, given the building’s estimated amount, it would be about $15,900 a year, which is paid quarterly.”

Star continued writing. “So 15,900 a year is 1325 a month. We currently have 11 people, so that’d be 120.45 per person per month just in taxes.”

“So utilities plus internet and taxes would put us at about $242 a month.”

“Don’t forget insurance and repairs. Gotham isn’t the safest place, what with all the supervillains,” Danny added.

“Never mind random ghosts dropping in just to fight Fenton. We’re probably going to have to repair the place more often than the average,” Kwan nodded.

“Hey! Don’t pin the property damage from ghost fights on me! It’s mostly the GIW doing that!”

“We know, Danny, but you can’t deny that there are going to be at least a few ghosts that will come just to fight, and the GIW are likely to follow them.” Danny crossed his arms and grumbled, but conceded.

“We should just double the amount we have for now. That way we can cover the basics and have enough to cover anything that could come up, while most can afford it with a part-time job,” Tucker suggested.

“It’s a start,” Jazz agreed.

“And if we need to adjust it, we can always discuss it again,”Mikey pointed out.

“Alright, so all in favor of starting rent at $485 a month, raise your hand.” Sam counted the hands in the air. Eleven. “Very well. Up Next: rules.”

“Oh come on! We’re no longer kids and are going to college! Why would you wanna create rules?!” Dash protested.

“Just because we’re adults now doesn’t mean that there aren’t still rules we have to follow,” Jazz responded. “Pretty much any place you could live would have quiet hours and cleanliness requirements. Plus I’m pretty sure there are places or things that you wouldn’t want others to mess with.” More grumbling was heard but no more protests. “Now, from what I’ve observed and read on the internet, in general quiet hours are generally between 10-11 pm to about 8 am during the week, with it rolling back an hour on the weekends. I don’t need it to be that strict, but I would like to have some quiet by the time I’m going to sleep.”

“What exactly do quiet hours entail? Is it like a curfew?” Mikey asked, pushing up his glasses and looking at the two actual college students.

“Nah man, they’re just the hours you have to be quiet for. Ya can do whatever ya want, so long as yer not disturbing anyone or keeping them up. Just don’t do anything that’ll get the cops or Bats on ya, and yer good,” Kyle explained.

“Sweet!”

“So what should these quiet hours be? Not going to lie, but midnight seems like a good start, especially if you have early morning classes,” Wes spoke up.

“Midnight is good for me.”

“Aw, but what if we want to have a party!”

“Well, if you start at 8, that gives you four hours,” Sam explained, raising her eyebrow.

“A 4 hour party seems to be enough, especially since not all of us would want to have a crazy party outside our door all night,” Val stated, glaring at Dash and Paulina.

“It seems common consensus is quiet by midnight. What about when they end?”

“Well, most of us will likely have classes starting by 9. Including travel time and getting ready, we’re likely to be up around 8 or so. That’d give us 8 hours of quiet to study and fall asleep.”

“So midnight to 8 am for quiet hours? Any objections?” None were made.

The meeting continued on in much the same way, with only a few protests to some rules, mostly related to shared chores and the creation of a chore schedule. But these protests were quickly silenced by a glare from Valarie that slowly glowed a slight red the more protests were made.

“Alright, I think we’ve covered everything we set out for today’s meeting,” Jazz said, tapping some papers against the desk she sat at. She took over the meeting as Sam grew more annoyed. The goth was now sitting between Danny and Tucker, who were both offering small touches of comfort. “Remember, if you have any questions, share them in the discord server. And if you have any suggestions for a name, please feel free to send them to Wes, who will compile them into a poll so we can vote on them in a week. Now, would anyone like to add anything else?”

A few mutters and shakes were the answer.

“Very well, that concludes this meeting. Hope everyone has a good summer, and when we next meet, hopefully, it should be in our new building.”

***

Did I seriously just write 1363 more words of set up? Yes, yes I did. I have no regrets. We should be in Gotham starting next chapter and get up to the shenanigans then.

Happy Mother's Day to all the mothers out there! I started writing this while I was baking a pie for my own mother.

I am going back and forth on whether Phantom Planet is canon or not, but either way, all of Amity Park knows about Danny in this, but not the outside world, and especially not the GIW. While I do read a lot of bad parent Maddie and Jack, I much prefer to have them as good parents that love and accept both Danny and his little clone/cousin/sister.

Sorry guys, but Bruce is not adopting either Phantom.

Again, feel free to leave suggestions for names for the Co-op, as well as for this little AU itself. Also, suggestions for shenanigans and powers our liminal teens might have outside just glowing eyes.

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superstarz9 · 2 days

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So y’all fw EVEN MORE Mr. Puzzles hcs?

Cause I got some :}

tbh I feel like Puzzles get’s too babied in the fandom. A lot of people forget that he’s kind of an asshole, and takes a long time to warm up to people. However, once he realizes how he feels and is willing to reach out more, things get a lot better.

It’d probably be really awkward more than anything else. He wouldn’t understand relationship stuff and you’d have to explain things to him, which would kill the tension for a bit. However, he makes a huge effort trying to be a good partner.

Puzzles wants a relationship (platonic or romantic) but doesn’t want to be fixed/helped. He likes the attention and having a permanent audience.

If anyone here knows Guilty Gear, you guys would probably be like A.B.A and Paracelsus, where the two of you would get into a relationship out of needing something from the other rather than for genuine interests (Him wanting someone to control and you wanting to fix him (or make him worse)) (Yes, this is a callout post for all of us, me included). It would take a while for the both of you to finally realize that your goals are what is harming the relationship from going further, and it takes a while to overcome that boundary. But once you guys do, it’s much easier to work together.

If your relationship is in the real world, he’d probably get annoyed with you more often than not during the beginning. Nothing that would make him lose it, but enough that he’d need to take a moment to readjust. Picture him dealing with Mario’s antics in the gameshow episode without going crazy, as well as him talking to Boopkins during the Price is Right Segment.

Bottom.

He’ll let you kiss his screen but the moment you aren’t looking he’s wiping that shit off. Not because he doesn’t like it, in fact he loves how much you wanna kiss him and give him attention, but it’s a ocd/texture thing; he can’t handle feeling dirty in any way.

When he blushes, it’s like screen-burn (when a static/unmoving image burns into the screen for long periods of time). If he’s blushed in the past 30 mins, you can still slightly see it up close.

His love languages is gift giving and acts of service. He also loves literally everything except gift because you’d be the greatest gift (plus he’s personally not a material-wealth kinda guy. Leave the gift-giving to him).

Doesn’t have a type/isn’t picky. Anyone who’s willing to give him attention, he’ll love.

He hasn’t genuinely laughed at something in years. He’s seen all the comedy shows and knows all the tropes so much that nothing gets to him anymore. You might make him chuckle or smirk but his goal is to make you smile and laugh. If you do laugh at his jokes, it warms his heart a lot. However, he can tell if a laugh is forced/fake, and will call you out on it if he’s not in a good mood.

Whether you like it or not, you pretty much can’t leave him alone once the two of you are official. If he needs some kind of comfort, he’s latching onto you. If you’re far away, he’ll either make the journey to see you or will call you every ten minutes

Hates modern phones and can’t text for shit. The gloves DO NOT help at all. He’ll just call you if he wants to talk to you, but the two of you are usually together so there’s no need.

Literally just unhindged Fluttercord.

A Two-for-one deal: a partner and a white noise machine lol.

Tastes like battery acid. I will not elaborate further.

His memories are like recordings that he can display on his screen, but he rarely does. If he falls asleep and dreams about memories of you, he might display them like that one scene of Pearl sleeping in Steven Universe.

Loves coordinating and matching outfits, but he’ll literally wear the same thing so he likes it when you coordinate with him, really.

Fr tho he is totally a bottom, but he’s overall more of a switch. If he has control over the situation, he’ll make sure everything goes flawlessly. However, if you make him go off-script and cause him to fumble, you can easily take over.

Now these ones are specifically horror movie/show based from a request last post!

He’s okay with slasher movies, but hates the amount of unnecessary stuff like the swearing and sex. All cheep tactics to the the audience interested.

Hates phycological horror. Respects it, but hates it. Partially because he’s in minor denial of what he puts his actors through (he knows and accepts that’s he’s brainwashing people and controlling them, but he often justifies if for his sake).

Likes watching some horror movies because a lot of actors started with horror and got bigger because of it.

Truthfully, he’s a little traumatized from horror movies after staying up late one night to watch night television and adult shows as a kid. When a horror movie started playing, he forced himself to watch the whole thing and had nightmares about it months after. He overall tries to avoid horror.

If you guys are in a relationship and you wanna watch a horror movie, he’ll be hesitant. As you set it up, he’d also try to switch the movie and distract you, which fails. “Well, I mean, if you insist. Oh- but how about this other movie! It’s excellent, and the bonus features are so interesting!”

If you call him out for it, he’d apologies and admit he’s not a fan of horror. You could totally tease him, saying that “there’s no such thing as monster” and that you’re there to protect him if something goes bump in the night, and he’ll get offended and would watch the movie JUST to prove that he isn’t afraid.

He’d be shaking by the 30 min mark, over-dramatically reacting to everything. This could be for 1 of 2 things:

1. He’s genuinely terrified and the suspense is killing him. He’s curled up on the couch with his manic smile waiting for SOMETHING to happen, but nothing’s happening yet, so why’s THE MUSIC GETTING LOUDER?!?!?! You could scare him with a poke or a loud noise, which would cause him to basically skyrocket to the ceiling in fear, or you could gently take his hand and cuddle with him, which he’d immediately grab onto you and squeeze you the entire movie.

2. The acting is horrible and nothing makes sense. If the fear isn’t good enough to captivate him, he’s sprawled out on the couch and complaining the whole time. It’s almost funny how passionate he is about it, if not for the fact that you just wanna watch a movie. You could shush him, but he’ll just go back to talking in the next 5 minutes.

As for the theatre, you kinda can’t take him regardless of what’s playing, mainly because of his screen. He can’t dim it, and he’s already a beacon of light in dim rooms, so the theatre is a no go. He doesn’t mind, as he obviously prefer television. However, if you’re willing to drive and watch them, he’s fine with drive-in theatres. They remind him of his childhood, and it give him a reason to cuddle with you.

Only major downside of a drive-in is all the bugs sticking to his screen in the night, which he’d freak out about. He’d drench himself with so much bug repellent that he’d stink of chemicals.

Here’s a bunch of relationship hcs! Tried to make them mostly interchangeable between romantic and platonic relationships. I’ll continue to cook up more headcanons but I may or may not be working on a fic of my own, inspired by all the amazing writing I’ve been reading from the fandom. Til then, I’ll continue posting here! Questions/comments/suggestions are greatly appreciated. Thanks and have a great day!

#headcanons #mr puzzles #mr puzzles headcanons #puzzlevision

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suzukiblu · 1 day

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Ko-fi thank-you sentences for redflawedglass behind the cut; they asked for dealer's choice, and I picked "Clark wakes up alive". ( chrono || non-chrono )

“I hope you don't mind me just showing up like this,” he says, gentle and apologetic. Conner never had enough choices in his life, short as it was. He feels like–Clark just wants better for him, this time. “Is it alright that I'm here?”

It was partially his fault, that Conner thought he couldn't choose things for himself for so long. Thought he couldn't have things he wanted. Thought he just had to accept whatever he was offered, more often than not.

Not always. Not every time. But–too much of the time.

If Clark can help him learn otherwise sooner . . .

Well. Of course he's going to try to.

. . . yes, appears very slowly in Clark's head, and he smiles at Conner again.

“Thank you,” he says. “I'm happy to hear that. I hope us meeting each other makes you happy too.”

Conner's face stays perfectly impassive, but his eyes go wet. He blinks, and Clark hears his heartbeat stutter again.

He could've done this last time. He could've done less than this, and Conner would've had a much easier and much less painful start to life outside Cadmus.

But he didn't, of course, so he can't do any less than this now.

“Call security,” Desmond says flatly. .

“On Superman?” Guardian asks in disbelief. “Sir, even if there was a reason to call security, I wouldn't do that to security.”

“He’s trespassing!” Desmond snaps. “And interfering with the subject, besides!”

“I mean, I don’t know if this is interfering . . .” Guardian says skeptically.

This is absolutely interfering, and Clark is going to be doing as much of it as (in)humanly possible, but he does prefer no one calling security and interrupting the conversation.

“Don’t mind me,” he says to them, as pleasant and sweet as Ma’s most passive-aggressive “bless your heart”. Then he smiles a little softer at Conner, trying to be . . . careful, maybe.

He did this so badly last time. Did so badly by Conner last time.

He doesn’t intend to do anything like that again.

Ever.

“It really is so good to meet you, kid,” he says gently. Simple and straightforward, still. Easy for a child to understand, he hopes–or at least easier. Conner had enough trouble understanding other people to begin with, and he can’t imagine it’d be any easier while operating a younger brain and with an even earlier interruption to his education uploads. “Would you mind if I hugged you now?”

Conner’s eyes . . . flicker, just barely. There’s confusion in them, Clark thinks, but it’s a little hard to tell. He’s even less expressive than the version of himself Clark’s used to.

. . . was used to.

Clark doesn’t think about that. Not right now.

. . . ‘hug’? appears in his head, slow and hesitant over an obviously unfamiliar word.

Clark debates throwing Desmond through a wall. Just a thin wall. Not a load-bearing one.

But definitely a wall.

“I mean I’d like to hold you,” he explains, because if Conner sees him get angry, he’ll blame himself for it. Of course he would, between his current age and the kind of things he’s likely had shoved into his brain so far. “Like you were holding your friend a moment ago.”

He points at the G-gnome to clarify, and Conner . . . hesitates. Nothing appears in Clark’s head.

“Call security immediately,” Desmond snaps at Guardian. “Now!”

“Sir–” Guardian starts, half-raising his hands, and Desmond’s expression turns murderous.

“That was an order, Guardian,” he says dangerously. Clark half-expects to feel G-gnomes in his mind or for Guardian to change his mind under their influence, but nothing happens.

He doesn’t look at Dubbilex, but he . . . wonders, a little.

Conner just barely shrinks in on himself, and Clark wonders how many times he’s been faced with an angry person so much bigger and older than him in real life, or even been out of his pod at all. Is this the first time? A regular occurrence? Something in-between?

The G-gnome hops up on Conner’s shoulders; leans forward over his head and inspects Clark curiously, tilting its own head. Conner freezes, and Clark sees the faintest trace of fear in the back of his eyes.

He wonders if the G-gnome’s putting it there, but Conner’s looking right at him.

So if the G-gnome is putting it there . . .

If it is, Clark can’t help but suspect it’s not actually a deliberate effort on the creature’s part, as opposed to a genuine by-product of Conner not knowing what to expect from him.

Not knowing if he’ll hurt the G-gnome, he means, remembering the way Conner had hesitated when he’d called it his friend.

Considering what he knows of how Desmond ran this place–is running this place right now . . .

“Hello,” Clark says, and smiles at the G-gnome. “It’s nice to meet you too.”

The G-gnome stares at him for a long, silent moment, and then slips back down behind Conner’s back and wraps its arms around his neck. Clark hears something like a whisper from another room, but not that clear, and Conner . . . hesitates, again.

Then the word hug appears in Clark’s mind again, this time tentative and longing, and he doesn’t hesitate himself at all. He scoops up Conner and stands up with him in the same moment, and Conner lets out a little breath as his thrumming heartbeat stutters in his chest, and Clark holds him against his own chest very, very carefully, as if he’s holding something more delicate than melting frost on a sunny morning or cracked porcelain.

Conner doesn’t seem to know what to do with himself; where to put his hands or arms. If he should hold onto him or lean into him or not.

Clark keeps him in his arms anyway, and swears to himself he’s not leaving without the kid. Not for anything. If Conner doesn’t want to come with him right now, then he’ll wait here with him until he does, no matter what happens outside.

If Conner never wants to come with him, well–then he’ll just stay, if that’s what it takes.

He’s not giving Desmond the chance to hurt or hide him. Not giving anyone that chance.

He wonders if the Conner he remembers even remembered being this small himself, or if it was so brief an experience that it didn’t stick in his head at all.

He suspects it might’ve been, and hates the thought.

Buzzes, appears in Clark’s head, still tentative. He doesn’t understand, for a moment, and then realizes Conner’s ear is practically against his chest. So he’s probably talking about . . .

“I always thought of it as more a ‘thrum’, myself,” he says, and Conner stares mutely at him. Their heartbeats aren’t a perfect match–even with cloned DNA, Conner isn’t quite Kryptonian enough, and his heart beats a little slower and harder than his does. The separate beats are more audible, too.

But it does still thrum, when it comes to it.

Warm, appears in Clark’s head too, and Conner ducks his head just enough to hide his face from Desmond when the tears start falling.

His expression doesn’t change at all, but the tears on his face are undeniable.

Maybe a load-bearing wall wouldn’t be so bad to throw Desmond through, Clark thinks, bundling the kid up tighter in his arms and wrapping his cape around him as he does. Then he looks at Guardian, and puts on the most pleasant smile he can manage without needing to actually throw Desmond through a load-bearing wall first.

“I appreciate you taking care of him, but it’s not good for him to be down in the dark like this,” he says, gently stroking what of Conner’s back the G-gnome isn’t perched on and pretending not to notice the fat, heavy tears dripping onto the El crest on his chest. “He needs the sun.”

“There’s, ah–a solar suit, sir,” Guardian says, but he looks uncomfortable even as he says it. “I mean–he’s being fed solar energy, not just . . . uh . . .”

He trails off, and looks much more uncomfortable; like he’s just realized what he’s saying. Maybe he has, given Desmond’s influence over the G-gnomes and what they do and don’t let people down here think.

Guardian still thinks he’s human himself right now, after all.

#redflawedglass #wip: clark wakes up alive

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inuhalfdemon · 3 days

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No One Can Know... (14/?)

Word Count: 3,013 Words

Rating: Explicit (SMUT)

Chapter 14

"I'm starving, darling

Let me put my lips to something

Let me wrap my teeth around the world

Start carving, darling

I wanna smell the dinner cooking

I wanna feel the edges start to burn..."

- Hozier

“Why was I dismissed!?” Alastor complained, wondering aloud – between breathy panting.

Lucifer panted with him, claws raking against bare skin. “Hm…probably because you succeeded at being a ‘total and complete ass’…

Alastor chuckled; and Lucifer silenced him with a rough kiss – his tongue pushing into his mouth.

They had returned to Alastor’s room, breaking back into the Sazerac that Alastor still had and possibly over-indulging themselves with it a bit…

Loosened up by the alcohol and still feeling giddy from each other’s morning antics; they found themselves wrapped together – naked in Alastor’s bed.

Alastor laid on his back, ears tilted; Lucifer stretched across him and kissing him with heated fervor. Feeling pleasantly buzzed from their drinking; they had gotten a little rough with each other. Alastor’s back was covered in bleeding scratches and cuts from Lucifer’s claws – streaks of stark red blood melting into the sheets. Vibrantly colored hickeys – one oozing and bleeding golden ichor where Alastor had inadvertently bit too deeply– peppered Lucifer’s neck.

Lucifer released Alastor’s mouth; moving down Alastor’s chest and teasing at a nipple with his tongue. Alastor tilted his head; his own tongue swiping wetly against Lucifer’s bleeding skin where the angel’s golden blood seeped from the healing punctures, just below the line of his jaw. Alastor groaned at the taste; pressing his face closer and softly sucking.

Sharply tilting his neck away from Alastor; Lucifer lifted his head.

“You keep doing that and I’ll never get you up. Now, please try to stay at least somewhat sober for me a little while longer…” He leant back down, taking a lick at Alastor’s nipple just as Alastor darted back in, nipping him sharply.

“Listen.” Lucifer grabbed him by the chin; pulling his face close to his. “Behave or I’ll put that mouth of yours to a better use.” He tilted his hip; pressing his erection into Alastor’s abdomen for emphasis.

“Can’t say that I have much experience in that…area. Might be better to explore that when I have more…self-restraint.” Alastor slid his tongue across pointed teeth; smiling wickedly.

“Wait. What?” Lucifer lifted himself up; stunned out of the mood.

“What, what?” Alastor tilted his head, uncomprehending Lucifer’s sudden change.

“You’ve really never sucked someone off?”

“No…I can’t say that I have.” Alastor told him. “I’ve never really been on the giving or the receiving end of that particular…act.”

“WHAT!?” Lucifer sat up fully now, eyes wide in shock.

“I’m not understanding the significance to any of this.” Alastor told him, honestly.

“You’ve never engaged in fellatio!? Ever? Like…at all!?”

“No…is it so important that I have?” Alastor asked him, feeling a little annoyed now.

“I just – I…” Lucifer’s brain was short-circuiting. “Just…why!? Why haven’t you!?”

“It just always seemed….unnecessary.” Alastor tried to explain. “Also, it doesn’t strike me as something particularly hygienic.”

“Really…you’ll fuck me in the ass with your tongue but god-forbid you get a dick in the mouth.”

“I never said I wouldn’t, just that I never have…”

“Ok, we’re doing this. Right now.” Lucifer shifted himself, moving down.

“Whoa! Wait, hold on!”

“This will be better with you lying down, anyways. I don’t want you standing and then falling on me because it’s your first time and it’ll give me more leverage…”

Lucifer crawled himself between Alastor’s legs; his ears flattening as he looked away.

“Really, Lucifer…must we?”

Lucifer had laid himself down and was working on adjusting Alastor’s legs out of his way. He stopped what he was doing and looked seriously at Alastor:

“No. Absolutely not, if you’re really that uncomfortable by it. I’ll be honest, Al, not everyone enjoys this kind of oral stimulation, but….I’d like to try. I promise you, it’s something I really like doing and I really think you might find some real enjoyment from it yourself. I’ll stop anytime you tell me to or we can just forget the whole thing.” He waited; not moving until he knew what Alastor’s decision would be.

Sighing, Alastor lifted a hand – gesturing for him to proceed.

Lucifer gave him a small smirk before turning his attention fully toward his task.

Laying one hand to Alastor’s inner thigh; he took Alastor’s flaccid penis in the other, curling it to the side and began softly kissing at the soft and sliding skin.

Alastor took a deep breath; letting it out slowly – trying to imagine that he was anywhere but here.

Lucifer worked all along his limp shaft, moving and curling it in the other direction as he softly kissed and nipped at the appendage.

Alastor was just thinking that: this might just be what it was all cracked up to be when Lucifer lifted the member; leaned in and took a deliberately slow and steady stroke of his tongue across the soft underside – going from base to tip.

Blood pooled deep in Alastor’s belly, sliding downward. A soft flush touching his face; his member now giving a soft twitch at the attention it was receiving.

Seemingly not noticing the change; Lucifer focused on what he was doing. Kneading the slowly firming muscle in his hand; he licked and lapped his tongue all along the base and worked his way upward – giving special attention to just at the tip of it before working his way back slowly downward.

Alastor’s heart rate climbed and he found a hitch in his breathing. He was very nearly erect now and he was just realizing he may have miscalculated the potentiality of this particular activity when Lucifer took him wholly and fully into his mouth.

A soft hiss of pleasure; and Alastor lifted his hips. Lucifer firmly pushed down on both inner thighs now; pressing him down – encouraging him to stay still. Alastor leaned back at the stimulation he was feeling; his flush deepening across his face and chest.

The warmth and sliding wetness that he was now feeling, up and down his length was…exquisite and he silently berated himself for having not considered it before.

Gentle vibrations sent tingles through his spine, and he realized that Lucifer was fucking laughing at him with his dick in his mouth…the King’s eyes glinting up at him with a coy grin spread into the corners of his face.

Oh, don’t get cocky you little piece of-

Lucifer pressed his teeth to Alastor’s sensitive skin and slowly slid himself down. Alastor threw his head back with a gasp and Lucifer’s soft chuckling continued. Pausing, Lucifer gently bit the swollen muscle – pressing it firmly between his teeth before sliding back upward. Without removing his mouth; Lucifer lifted his teeth and teased Alastor’s tip with his tongue – flicking and wrapping it all around the head of it and gently pressing it into the slit.

Alastor’s fingers were curling into the sheets; and he was squirming beneath Lucifer – wanting to thrust himself sharply upward.

Gripping Alastor by the base with one hand; Lucifer angled himself and Alastor’s penis so that he was moving his head up and down – pressing the head of the engorged and seeping appendage into the firm ribbed ridges at the roof of his mouth. An involuntary and lust-filled noise escaped Alastor and he felt himself tightening in Lucifer’s hand and mouth. He was shaking from the approaching climax and it was tightening his throat.

“Luci!” Alastor managed - “I – I’m” Gasping.

Lucifer answered him by gripping him tighter; tilting his head and pressing his tongue firmly to the underpart of Alastor’s penis – pushing it tighter against this palate. He felt the member ready and threatening to release and he sucked softly – sending Alastor completely over the edge.

Cum rushed between his teeth, running over his tongue. Alastor made to pull away but Lucifer held him there; swallowing. As Alastor’s penis relaxed; Lucifer softly licked and sucked it clean before letting it go - limply - from his mouth.

Alastor was brilliantly flushed and sweating; eyes wide. His ears were making erratic movements and he was trembling slightly.

Lucifer propped up an elbow; smirking at him wickedly.

“Told you would like it.” He sang.

That…was… Alastor could not form the thoughts.

Lucifer laughed; sitting himself up now; his own erection standing at attention.

“And, I told you that I liked it.” He affirmed.

“Are you open to the idea of….reciprocation?” Alastor asked him.

“Of course.” Lucifer grinned at him.

“Edge of the bed, then.” Alastor told him, getting up and moving gingerly from off of the bed – feeling lightheaded.

Lucifer did as he was told and Alastor knelt down, facing him.

“Legs over my shoulders.” Alastor instructed.

Moving, Alastor helped him into position – sliding the King closer to him.

“Forgive me my…inexperience with this. You may instruct me if what I do is not to your liking.” Alastor told him, leaning in.

“Eh, it’s pretty straight forward.” Lucifer slid a hand through the soft hairs at the top of his head, leaning back.

“I like to think...that I’m a fast learner.” Alastor breathed against his skin; tilting Lucifer’s swollen member upward.

Lucifer was about to make some snarky comment when Alastor’s slick wet tongue slid between his balls; flicking them gently. His hand softly found Lucifer’s length; his thumb swirling pre-cum all along the tip of it.

“I-“ Lucifer’s breathing hitched sharply. “I didn’t teach you that.”

“Hmm….” Alastor pulled back slightly; his warm breath tickling Lucifer’s slick and heated skin. “I can also be quite creative…” He pressed his face in again; wrapping his long and lengthening tongue firmly around Lucifer’s base and squeezing.

Lucifer’s hip gave a sharp jut and he groaned softly.

Alastor’s smile widened at the response. Uncoiling and re-coiling his lengthening tongue; he twisted it around Lucifer’s shaft. Soft barbs from its slick surface pressed into the sensitive skin and stimulated Lucifer in a delicious way.

“Oh, fuck…Al…” His hand tightened in Alastor’s hair, forming a fist, claws digging into the mattress.

Alastor gently moved his head and his tongue; pushing and pulling Lucifer deeper and deeper into a heightened state of arousal.

Lucifer moaned with a whining and intense need and Alastor’s tail swished quickly back and forth at the sound of it.

Alastor felt himself slipping below some surface; falling into the depths of some new and exciting space. He was finding pleasure in satisfying the needs of his King; something he hadn’t fully discovered or considered in himself before. It both frightened and exhilarated him; the sheer intensity of it… He needed Lucifer to come apart at the seams… just for him.

Lucifer was shaking and sweating. Alastor tightened his tongue on the angel and slowly pulled Lucifer’s remarkable length into his mouth. Gently detaching the barbs from the skin; Alastor swirled his tongue all along the shaft and head in his mouth – groaning at the taste and feel of it.

Lucifer’s hips bucked beneath him and Alastor growled to him in an approving way. Lucifer bent himself backward; gasping at the overwhelming stimulation that he was feeling. The places that Alastor’s barbed tongue had been still sharply tingled and sent jolts of pleasure cascading all throughout his body.

Remembering just how Lucifer had done it; Alastor felt the King’s penis curve and tighten in his mouth. Softly, he began sucking and it wasn’t long before cum was filling up his mouth; sliding over his long and winding tongue.

Alastor released him and Lucifer fell back, gasping and shaking. The sinner watched him for a moment with heavy-lidded eyes before leaning and crawling over him; hovering just over his abdomen.

Lucifer; still gasping tilted his head – watching Alastor.

The demon grinned back at him wickedly before opening his mouth, tilting his tongue and letting a warm mixture of spit and cum dribble from his mouth and onto Lucifer’s belly.

“Your seed…my King.”

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Later, Alastor had moved them to the bayou – wrapping them in shadows and setting them in a small grassy clearing. Lucifer dozed quietly against him; naked and covered by the blanket Alastor had summoned for both of them.

Alastor laid on his back; claws absently threading through the sleeping angel’s hair as he stared blankly into that otherworldly night sky, eyes lost in the far-off shine of twinkling stars and the soft dancing glow of fireflies.

Lucifer stirred and Alastor dropped his hand away; laying it across the King’s bare shoulder. Lucifer turned his head; looking up at the brilliant night sky with Alastor.

“You know…I wouldn’t be very opposed to loosening the…stringencies of our deal.” Alastor told him, quietly. “Make it so that you don’t have to receive a direct invitation from me or from Charlie just to be able to come to the hotel.”

Lucifer laughed lightly. “I appreciate the sentiment but it really wouldn’t make much of a difference…not with Lilith’s deal still in place.”

“I suppose…I shouldn’t find that too surprising, all things considered.” Alastor admitted.

“It’s a bit of a bitch…not really getting to ever go anywhere without someone calling on or needing me for something specific.”

“Surely, your deal with Lilith hasn’t been that restrictive; you always could-“ Lucifer looked at Alastor just then and Alastor suddenly realized…

“You…can’t go anywhere…” Alastor’s eyes locking with Lucifer’s.

Lucifer shrugged. “Lilith’s deal prevents me from getting involved in the hotel or really anything that involves Hell with Heaven; her deal was specifically made to prevent me from making a mistake and letting anyone know what we were up to. I don’t think she fully intended it but the restrictions keep me from ever being able to leave my current place of residence unless I am specifically asked to leave by you or by Charlie.”

Alastor didn’t say anything, this new bit of information slowly soaking itself in.

“It’s why I asked for Charlie to go speak with Adam for that initial meeting to begin with…and, it’s why I can only come and stay here if she - or you - needs or wants me to.”

“Wait, so who’s ruling over all of Hell if you can’t actually ever leave?”

“Oh, I can leave if it’s absolutely necessary...there’s been a few times I’ve had to attend something having to do with the other seven deadly sins but, it can’t be just something on a whim and I’m still restricted by what I can say or do when I’m away…”

“That seems…terribly problematic for you.”

“It is…but, these things tend to happen when you’re a man with many chains.”

Alastor said nothing to this, but he wondered if this was Lucifer’s way of trying to get him to loosen the cards he himself was holding tightly to his chest: to reveal to him that, Alastor too, was caught in a web of binding links – holding him to multiple agreements; one most in particular, shackling him tightly to the one who currently held his soul. But then, Alastor realized; he more than likely was just feeling a bit paranoid.

“I am sorry…that you’ve had to sacrifice so much.” Alastor told him.

Lucifer laughed.

“What?” Alastor demanded; agitated that Lucifer was finding humor in his rare moment of sincerity.

“If I’ve got you feeling sorry for me, then I truly am in a sad state.” His chuckling continued.

Alastor huffed at that; eyes trailing back to the stars.

Laughter still heavy in his voice, Lucifer asked him: “So…you’re officially and truly a cocksucker now. How does it feel?” He teased.

“Hm…the deflowerment wasn’t nearly as degrading or disappointing as I had imagined it could be.”

Lucifer snickered.

“How was my performance?”

“Oh, the deer can suck cock, believe you me.” Lucifer cackled and Alastor felt the corners of his smile twitching; threatening to crack open wider. “You weren’t kidding when you said you were a fast learner, goddamn. I am curious to know though…” Lucifer tilted his head, watching Alastor’s response. “What got you into such a subspace?”

Alastor’s ears moved, tweaking slightly in his confusion. “I’m sorry, a what?”

“Subspace? A submissive headspace…?”

Alastor looked at him blankly.

Wow, he really has no idea…

“When you were…well…you kind of zoned out there for a minute.” Lucifer was trying to explain.

“Yes…I-“ Alastor’s ears leant back slightly and he felt a soft heat rising in his face, remembering. “I suppose I was enjoying myself...I thought that was normally your experience with it as well.”

“Mmm, not quite…” Lucifer was thinking. “I enjoy it, I really do but…” He frowned. He had never had to explain the basic concept of BDSM to someone before; and to someone like Alastor: older, a little set in his ways, touch-averse and only just beginning to explore and actually enjoy sex…it felt like it might be a delicate topic to broach.

Alastor patiently waited for him to continue, his curiosity more than just a little peaked.

“When you enter a subspace, you kind of feel like you’re going into a trance. It’s euphoric and an out-of-body type of feeling…” Lucifer explained. “Generally when you’re a submissive; you give up some level of…control to a partner. This can be anywhere from something as small as wanting to please that partner to involving something more…surrendering; like bondage or discipline. I’m sure you’ve heard of BDSM, what do you know about it?.”

“Chains, whips, and a lot of pain come to mind…can’t say I have much interest in delving into that territory much further.”

“Yeah, that’s generally the concept that’s portrayed with it but, like many things, there’s more to it than that.” Lucifer told him. “I’m not saying it’s something you definitely would be into, nor have I personally pursued a role in it with a full commitment …but, it could be worth exploring.”

“You’ve had experience with this…subspace, before?” Alastor asked him, wanting to understand this concept more.

“Oh, yes, I have.” Lucifer told him. “It takes a little more roleplaying to get me into the right mindset for it usually, but I’ve definitely experienced it. It’s…quite nice.”

“Hmm.” Alastor hummed agreeably, remembering that slow and pleasurable sinking feeling – consumed in a heated and lust-filled haze at the idea of being completely and sensuously subservient.

“Like I said.” Lucifer told him. “It could be worth exploring.”

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Hey genuine question: how can someone be both pro-Israel and pro-Palestine? I understand you have family and friends in Israel but how can you be both when Israel has been

-using white phosphorus bombs

-targeting Palestinian journalists for reporting the truth

-shooting children (even BABIES) in the head

-refuse hostage negotiations

-basically running concentration camps and torturing Palestinian civilians

And a bunch of other war criminal shit that even South Africa has recognized

People criticizing Israel and wanting them to give back the land to Palestine is not antisemitism. Yes, there are people who take it too far but historically, Israel is a settler nation and Palestine should get the land back. No sane person is saying they want Jewish people dead/not have a place to go. There are Jewish people in Palestine, it was never about wanting Jewish people dead, it’s about freedom and ending the occupation.

I apologize for the lengthy rant, I just want to help educate people on this matter.

Ok so I’m gonna keep this simple as I can anon, not because I don’t think your questions aren’t important… but it sounds like to me you may need to actually sit down and talk to some Israeli people and get the full scoop and idea of what’s happening on BOTH sides. Can’t really rely too much on listening to just one side, because ya know… propaganda and how the media twists so much.

As stated a lot of what you are saying sounds like a bunch of propaganda and rinse and repeat of the same things being said over and over again.

Truth of the matter is, you’re not seeing beyond October 7th, you’re not seeing what’s been going on beyond 1948, a little bit of searching online and heck, even checking in with Israelis about said information could help a ton with this. Secondly, all the information you provided, Hamas literally did the same things to the Israeli as well and to their own people. Hamas has been torturing people since before all this has happened. Literally you sound like someone who hasn’t batted an eye to any of this until suddenly when things happened during October 7th.

This was never a genocide, this has always been a conflict.

There’s so much here to cover, maybe I should suggest you chatting with parts of jewblr?

Another man I might recommend listening and watching is Mosab Hassan Yousef.

A Palestinian man who not only is just a Palestinian but the son of Hamas co-founder, he is also known as “the green prince” you want some true insight and someone who can really break it down for you to understand, I highly recommend having a listen to his videos online (if you can find them) and also his book “The Son of Hamas” Will help give you a better perspective.

I personally could actually sit down and look at you and say, “alright, so where do we start” but I really don’t feel I need to explain when you can literally see what a lot of us have been saying. I mean hell, if you really wanna know more… (I won’t say tumblr is the best of sourcing but, the Jewish community here and my own reblogs on my other blog have walls and walls and walls of text and sources you can go and read.)

“Shooting children, even babies in the head”

Were you…. Not present when you heard what they did to some of the hostages? Umm… you do know that Hamas killed women and children too, right? I mean this is a conflict and war… I mean like I said so much to cover…

War is gray area when it comes to how it is, it’s never fully one sided, there’s casualties everywhere and there is no winning outcome in it at all.

Also can I just… can I throw one thing in here, yes people want Jews dead. People have been wanting Jews dead since the beginning of human existence on earth, I don’t know what planet where you think this is not the case, but Jews have been ostracized for many many many many years, by the Romans, ancient Egyptian, Greeks, the Germans, the polish, the Russian, the Turkish, and the list goes on and on and on, let’s be real here most of Middle East does not want Israel to exist and the people in it. (Especially Jewish) most Palestinians that support Hamas, do indeed want the Jews dead. That’s not up for debate, so by saying no “sane” person wants Jews dead, well when you support a terrorist group like Hamas, you do want Jews dead. End of discussion.

Many one else willing to help put in more info here… that’d be awesome.

@bottlepiecemuses you have anything to add to this for anon? I’m like really tired and don’t feel like breaking this down more…

#jewblr #anon wants to have all this questions asked and I’m gonna be honest this blog wasn’t meant for politics and war but ok #I am honestly just tired of answering these type of questions because I mean they’ve literally been posted everywhere for these guys to rea #israel #discourse #tw debating on Israel -Palestine war #jumblr #jews of tumblr #antisemitism #🇮🇱

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happypeachsludgeflower · 1 year

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I wish there was a way to italicize italics; a way to show in written form that while two words are both stressed, one is stressed just slightly more then the other.

#I really can’t explain any better then that #writing problems #daily writing #talking about writing

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paunchsalazar · 2 years

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Kyoya comes out like once an episode, the others just aren’t paying attention

#i can’t explain it any better it’s the same feeling as befriending the one out gay guy in class back in high school #and just having an instant understanding…#post-beach (terrible but anyway) I really think he was like ‘ah what a relief - so want to talk boys?’#like that’s exactly what I’m looking at here #he’s gay and thinks Mori’s hot lol (but far too cutesy and occupied it would never do)#anyway #ouran #ohshc #ouran high school host club #ouran highschool host club #Kyoya ootori

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magpiesbones · 2 years

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Okay I know Kiriona is the te reo Māori transliteration of Gideon and not Some Other Name (femme) but what does get me about this, and the implicit Weird Fucking Gender Vibes (bad) is:

Gaia is.

Gaia is, quite literally, the feminine option for Jod’s surname, and this is a Greek word. Where -a is a feminine ending. Jod could have named her with his own surname.

and there’s really something about renaming your butch daughter something unmistakably feminine that just. Doesn’t quite sit right with me.

#ntn spoilers #locked tomb #tlt #like you get it right? I’m neither awake or Normal After Reading That enough to make a better post right now but. Hm fucked up I think!#I can’t like. Explain it any better but it would bother me less if she were ‘Kiriona Gaius’#Bc like this. There’s very clearly A Choice being made and it really Does Not seem like it’s being made by her

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wehadfaces · 1 year

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after three years of doing everything in my power to prevent it, i got covid. my mom has the flu and covid. we’re panicking trying to make other arrangements for people we trust to care for my grandma and are worried over the sun we gave it to her while we were asymptomatic. and my body feels like it’s breaking down

#plus the loss of taste and smell has been…really tough with my past of disordered eating #i can’t explain it but there’s something very similar/triggering? about my mindspace around food with this #and bunch of changes are happening at work while I’ve been out that are giving me giant red flags #so I’m trying to work up the energy to redo my resume and get the fuck out of there too #tldr: everything is on fire i’m trying to get well but the stress from everything else is mounting #if anyone has any tips for getting better pls send them im begging

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morelikedoccock · 2 years

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Alright I’m finally gonna address this because it frustrated me enough that it’s been sitting in my drafts for weeks (cw another long and angry ramble about respect and boundaries) ⬇️

This is just… very frustrating. I am an outspoken advocate for curating your internet experience, which means blocking people for any reason (from genuine irritation to just off vibes) if you feel the need to do so. I block empty blogs most of the time cause they annoy me. I’ve blocked people because I disagree with the things they post, or just because the way that they interact with me doesn’t feel great.

Not to sound like a real dick or anything, but I don’t owe any stranger on here anything. If we’ve been friends for a while, I might feel obligated to explain a hard block via DMs (which I have done before and will do again if the situation arises), but other than that, we’re all just strangers on here. If I have blocked you, it’s because I don’t want you to be interacting with my stuff anymore, that’s it.

The fact that this person felt the need to send this to me probably from an entirely separate tumblr, (despite us never having had even a whole conversation), just immediately tells me that they don’t respect my boundaries as a blog or a as person. Long answer short: no, I’m not going to explain specifically why, and I don’t think I need to.

If you’re decent and respectful, I promise I will have absolutely no problem with you. I appreciate y’all who follow me a fucking lot. Y’all have been lovely and kind and sweet to me, and I very much enjoy interacting with y’all.

If you and I don’t know each other at all and you do find yourself blocked here, though, I would prefer if you simply respect that boundary I’ve established and move on.

I’ve worked hard as fuck to try to have a good time on here, including being respectful and decent to others as best I can, but doing that work involves setting and respecting boundaries. I’m just an anxious human person existing in this wild hellscape, and I’m more than happy to do the complicated work of communicating with friends about conflict if need be, but I’ve also learned to be pretty hard and fast about those boundaries, and it’s helped me a lot.

Once again, to all y’all who follow me, appreciate what I do, and respect me (and also have gotten through all of this rambling):

I appreciate y’all endlessly. Please know that you boost my artistic self esteem and brighten my days routinely, and that means a heck of a lot to me❤️

#cerbin rambles #cerbin speaks #discourse #rant in tags #please for the love of god don’t do this kind of thing unless you have an established relationship #this is the internet no one knows each other unless you’ve been talking for like months and even then #I know very little about some of my internet buddies #I would be sad as fuck if any of them cut me off but also they would have the right to do that if they needed to #but I would simply have to accept it and just try to find other friends #I promise there are better and more interesting Doc Ock creators out there #idk I think I’m just pissed at this point but like #life is hard as fuck right now and I can’t deal with this #I just wanna make stuff and vibe with the people who vibe with me #have you seen the state of the US right now??#I can’t handle more stress #also if I’ve ever blocked u and u DMed me and we talked about it I’m not pissed at you #it was a meaningless block in the first place otherwise I wouldn’t have accepted the dm #you’re good #but to send an ask saying it’s fine that I’ve blocked someone but they want me to explain why is really irritating #if it’s fine that I blocked u why do you want me to explain why #maybe I��m just a massive c*nt but here we are #establish boundaries yall it’s important

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iloveyoumorethansoup · 2 years

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Soo thankful my ra is great this year and has both common sense and critical thinking. Genuinely one of my favorite people in college

#i have to unfortunately deal with housing things all I want is to be terminally online again but nooo I got stuff to deal with #my roommate recorded our conversation the other night without my permission which is unfortunately legal in this state #however quite frankly it’s probably better for me that she did bc i handled her meltdown rather well #and god knows she loves to lie. she’s been asked by 2 RAs now for the recording she took #and so far hasn’t given it. so either she lied (shocker) and didn’t actually record it or she knows it makes her look really bad #also fun fact! she had a friend on the phone and I think they were the one recording it. if they were that isn’t legal which I mean #housing wants to kick her out so bad that’d be the final straw #but she decided to demand a roommate agreement change which I’ll happily oblige to so I get to do that at some point #honestly?? girl is digging herself in a hole. p sure her goal was to scare me into just not making sound so we wouldn’t need a meeting?#but like. we gotta meet with the housing coordinator which is great bc they know who she is and how she is #i really don’t think she expected me to go out of my way to get a meeting set up. also?? she gets mad when I’m up til like 2 or later #last night she was up til 7am. I guess only she’s allowed to be a hypocrite lol #objectively all the drama she tries to start should either really anger me or worry me or something at least #nah. this is pretty funny. her entitledness and drama is digging her so far into a hole she’s transferring next semester #and the best part is everyone in housing knows her. can’t stand her shit. i was talking to a friend in class and she tells her friend #her friends like oh who is she? i tell her. she goes oh that explains it. and I’m like oh u know her? and she goes. I’m an ra. i know her #like girl!! if you’re so universally hated why do u keep this up???#like girl will call the ra on call for any minor inconvenience at all #she hasn’t since finding out calls r logged tho lol which is like oh man! u r self aware!#i have no tolerance for bs and man bestie is made of it #cannot wait for this meeting genuinely excited. bc she’s gonna make up stuff that I can easily defend myself. and then she’s gonna #essentially make demands that I can’t make noise after a certain time. and say if anyone agrees it’s discrimination over sensory issues #she’s already said that fun fact. i have sensory issues too. they have equal importance in this agreement #but like. it has to be a fair agreement. and I’m not required to sign another contract #so really she’s going into this meeting to be a problem and she’s gonna crash and burn. it’ll be a firework show #soup talks #watching bestie experience karma in real time

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asexualjedi · 1 year

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As a kid I wanted to like be like the doctor like play them on tv but then I was likely they’ll never hire me I’m American and then I was like ok best I can get is companion but I need to like figure out how to break into acting I’m only gonna get older I’m running out of time. I need to get enough credits to ever be able to audition. Anyways long story short sometimes I’ll see the doctor or the companions and my brain just awaken that demon and is like ok we’ll time to drop out of law school change my life completely in need to hurry up and speed run if I’m not gonna run out of time.

#idk if I’m explaining it right bc I’m half wake but truly funny that’s ingrained in me just like I know how old I was at every grade bc in #elementary full I mapped it out bc I wanted to know how long I was trapped what year I would get out and how old I would be and that’s just #entranced in me no math no thinking #can’t think in any other way about it #but yeah something something autism something something my chronic depression anxiety #making me feel like very choose I made choosing to look at only the roads that are now closed and what could have been even if thetr easnt t #much of a chance for the other road or like why I decided what #anyways when I had idea for this post I meant to bring it up bc #I did acting right #but it was just small school stuff and trying out for like local theate companies and stuff #and like i didn’t go to far into it bc I had real really bad paranoia #like it’s better now #like it doesn’t mess with my life like it did or whatver BUT like I hated being on camera and people seeing me hearing me prociecing me.#like during the acting whatver but afterwards. like I’m better now I’m a private person don’t like to over share face on whatever online but #that’s also just internet safety right #anyways so I think it’s funny like yeqh person who hates to be prveeved and doesn’t want anyone to know there name or face go run quick and #become a television actor aim for a very ijnthe spotlight roll nothing bad can come from this ajdjdjd #feel like I lost the plot/whatver joke I originally had but I’m tired and have been doing property for like most of my waking hours the #past 2 days so if it’s not a hour like future interests in real estate my Brian’s scrambled

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viro-lil-goat · 3 months

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I really hope this reaches more people, I'm only reposting this information from Instagram, the least that I can do. (Update: I changed their upbringing as it appears to have been listed wrong) Wiki page

When I just saw this information I couldn't stop crying thinking about it, and now my heart aches. They were the same age as me, I know for a fact like any other teen they dreamt of their future, who they would want to become, what to achieve, create, wondering if they meet those in the future they can call friends, wondeting if it'll get better when they grow up, maybe wished to leave that terrible place or maybe wanted to stay. How could anyone let this happen, why were they discharged from hospital so easily? And the school, we all know why. I hate to think about how, even with all the progress made, these things still happen.

"murdered schoolgirl Brianna Ghey on February 16, 2023. Candlelit vigils are being held across the UK this week for Brianna Ghey, 16, who was stabbed at Linear Park in Culcheth, Cheshire last Saturday. Brianna was a transgender girl and police are now investigating her killing as a hate crime. A boy and girl, both 15, have been charged with her murder"

An article that explains trans hate crime murders as on 2023

I hate everyone who have ever committed such vile hate crimes, I wish them in prison and hell. But i would never go down to their level. But I also blame the government, the school, and even those bigoted online accounts that teach their followers hate. In this case LibsOfTikTok, who targeted the teacher of this school, who supports lgbtq+, so they had to leave their position. It must have been the push for this to happen. I think their tiktok account has been thankfully deleten. But i have no idea about Twitter or any other. Please check and mass report them if it still exists. (Link to Instagram reel that this information is from)

ADDITION, PLEASE MASS REPORT THESE ACCOUNTS

#tw description of violence #tw death #lgbtqia #trans #trans kids #trans news #lgbtq community #lgbtq #lgbtq news #information #boost #Nex Benedict #please share #transgender #lgbtq+#lgbtqiia+#rest in piece #tw hate crime

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snarltoothed · 2 months

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okay like two out of three of my cats are like… on death’s door basically despite them being all roughly the same age and sharing the same genetics (mother aged 16, son and daughter aged 15) and while i’ve accepted that i’ll be exceptionally lucky to get even another year or two with the momma cat (bonded to me) and that her son (bonded to my mom) is not too far behind… despite being the runt 15 years ago, the daughter (also bonded to me) is still quite spry and in good health so i literally tell her sometimes like you’d better live til you’re 20. i need at least five more years with you and also some time in between you and your mom dying. please.

#having old pets is sad #however i could not imagine willfully abandoning an elderly pet #which like… seems like it goes without saying but a lot of people do just decide their pet is too old and surrender it to a shelter #and miss daughter kitty was abandoned at like 10/11 by my cousin she did actually leave our household for a while #like who does that…#i mean no complaints i wanted to keep her when she was a kitten so i was more than happy to take her back but dude after ten years?#and she’s not even old in a sad way yet. and i’ve had her for an additional 4-5 years since #i mean it had something to do with her needing more attention after her other brother died and my cousin having kids and the cat probably #was not crazy about the kids she is very much a grumpy old lady even if she’s still lowkey a crackhead like a much younger cat #she is fat as fuck rn but idk what to do about that while the other two are still alive #like if we feed her less she will just steal more of their food than she already does because theyre too busy having arthritis to go eat #but like… we can’t just feed them less because they have a reduced appetite they still need to fucking eat…#so idk she’ll be going on a diet eventually but it’s not presently feasible #before i moved back in her diet was really strict because she hated my roomie’s cat so much she literally lived exclusively in my bedroom #so like i can adequately manage her diet when she’s not being a thief… but idk how to explain theft to a cat #at least i got her off iams dude idk what is in that shit but weaning her onto better food took at least six months and a lot of vomitting #like not ideal that she’s becoming obese again but she was this fat when i got her too (bc high carb iams diet)#HOWEVER her energy levels (while they’ve dropped since she was a healthy weight) are still wayy higher than when i got her #so getting fat from her high end gluten free purina and her relatives’ prescription hypoallergenic kibble and wet food for extra protein…#every other day (which has kept her from developing any visible muscle degeneration tyvm) is evidently healthier than being iams fat

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silkythewriter · 4 months

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Vox and alastor with an undeserving to be in hell reader!

Warnings!:non!

Fandom!: Hazbin hotel!

Author note!;I THINK TUMBLER ACTUALLY HATES ME (ﾒ﹏ﾒ)(｡•́︿•̀｡)it keeps not letting me edit my drafts, it’s happened like 3 times already this week alone!,…BUT ANYWAY I LOVE THIS IDEA I REALLY HOPE YOY ENJOY!!!!♡´･ᴗ･`♡

Summary!: alastor and Vox x reader WHOs I. Hell for a minor sin/crime

❤️Written by silkythewriter do not steal or repost any other platform please! <3❤️

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“Each time I find myself

Flat on my face

I pick myself up and get back in the race!”

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!📺✨Vox✨📺!

When you first admitted what you did that counted as a “sin” he was flabbergasted! He thought they must’ve made a mistake. All be it one that was in favor since he got to be damned with you. But still!

Out of every monster known to man kind one who’ve committed acts that are despicable. You, one who can barely hurt a damn fly get sent with them?

At first he thought you were genuinely just joking. And he actually laughed! Like audible chuckled before waiting for the actual reason, which never came, and he soon realized you were being serious!

He always questioned why you use to refuse to kill, or at least scare people into respect. But then you explained how you refused to be like the rest of the sinners.

He utterly dumb founded you made it this far without spilling a bit of blood, at least for survival!

He becomes more overprotective as if he wasn’t before, good luck with that!

Cause now he knows your rules, he knows you won’t budge. Nothing would get you to change your mind. So he made sure to keep eyes on you 24/7, you may be nice, but the other sinners in this damned place definitely aren’t. And he knows that from experience

Would neither confirm or deny he put a small tracker in an item you carry every where.

This man has enemy’s as you’ve seen, demons, overlords, rival company’s, it’s a headache an a half for him. Not that he hates protecting you and your values! No never!, but the nerve of the people who think they even have a chance to lay a hand on you.

Gives you the lastest phone from his series, and yes he will text you and blow up ur phone up if he can see you through cameras around the city.

Even if you put it on silent he wouldn’t put behind himself to over load it and just show up on your phone screen.

Sometimes he’s just so confused how you can be so nice, or at worst passive to those who are poking at you. He thinks your a saint, even if you aren’t, an maybe you have a short temper still the way you hold yourself form blowing up is astonishing!

Sometimes he jokes about how if you were to go to Charlie you would be redeemed in a day. And at night sometimes he thinks about it and it scares him to know there’s a possibility for you to go where he will probably never be able to follow you too

He loves you to the depths and the crooks of hell, and he’ll be damned again if he lets anyone hurt you. He sees you as a small soft light in the red cover world, and he will do anything before anyone can put out that light.

He makes sure to keep a good distance between you and Val, a BIG distance.

He’s always on the edge about people around you, how can’t he? He can’t trust all these “disgusting and repulsive” sinners in hell around you. The thought alone cringes him out and stresses him.

He knows to some degree he isn’t exactly better then them sin wise, but he makes sure to do his best for you while infornt of you, he cares about his image, and wouldn’t be afraid to scare someone into discipline. BUT he will tone it down, just for you ♥(⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)♥

He has you under wraps, from the public eye in this case. As much as he’s one to show off his earnings, he loves you a little to much and knows well people will use you as a advantage. He loves to show off but you something just for him behind close doors for now before he can work something out

NOW if the public were to already know, he show off by showing how untouchable you were, demons knew better to approach you seeing as how fast he is to get rid of those stupid enough to try something.

Overall he respects your morals of not wanting to stoop as low as other sinners. But it dose make him more protective of you, your like a rare gem. There’s only a handful of people like you, and even then the numbers decrees daily, so he dose his most to make sure you safe and happy <3

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!🎙️✨Alastor✨🎙️!

Like Vix he humors it at first! Playing around with it before Laughing with his usual staticky voice as he stared at you with his unnerving smile. You guys quite literally stared at each other for a hot minute waiting for the other to say something.

It took you clearing your throat for him to realize you weren’t just trying to get a chuckle outta him.

And for the first time since you met him you caught a hint of confusion, making you explain that it was genuinely what you did.

He quite literally burst out laughing, you, someone who probably did something everyone did once is in this horrid place stuck with the horrid monsters ever! Just for that single act alone.

He will admit he found it a bit amusing how you refused to kill or lay a hand on anyone. Refusing to stoop to other people’s levels. Now that for him is pure gold of entreatment! He’s seen people like you, say the same exact thing then crumble when backed I to a Corner.

But for the first time, for all the decades he’s been damned here, he’s seen you stick to what you’ve stated. You were very much quite a spectacle!

Now finding new amusement, he decided to protect you, cause someone like you were sure to be a one time experience. Aside from loving you of course

Now with your name being accosted with him alone is a shield in if its self. Barely any one approached you, aside from those playing with their afterlives of course.

If you ever feel a looming shadow or presence it’s most likely one of his shadows. Like Vox he is gonna have his eyes on you almost always

Although he loves you he will play around to get a reaction out of you. All for the fun of it!, he knows you cringe when he talks about his cannibalism tendencies he just loves seeing your cute little face scrunch up!

Even though with all of that he is a gentleman and will make sure no one is to bother you.

He’s quite impressed you made it this far without getting killed, I mean of course you have him but if you arrived to hell and didn’t met him immediately he’d be quite impressed and surprised one you both do meet

He indulges himself in the horrible aspects of hell, with no remorse or shame what so ever either. So although he dose respect your wishes he won’t stop or calm down his tendencies.. （；へ：）but on the bright side he’ll make sure your far away or he goes off to other part of the city and do whatever he wishes. But your likely to see on the news either way… (￣▽￣💧

He dose enjoy the more civil and nice talks he has with you though! He finds it nice to take a break from all the crude talk on the street from other sinners and have a nice conversation!

Great listener let me tell you, he’ll happily sit there as you explain your day away! He honestly enjoys hearing you genuinely happy!, although his a chatter box himself but he enjoys listening to you more then anyone or anything else!

Watches you be nice to the most repulsive, and rude demon like it’s nothing. Even when disrespected you find a way to calm down the situation and nicely at that. Of course the demon doesn’t live long once their out of your sight, but still! He’s pleasantly surprised.

He finds it rather weird that your nice just for the sake of being nice but still it’s definitely a nice refresher from all the horrible people down in hell!

You catch his eye rather quickly with how you stick out from others (in a good way! ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ) and his eyes end up on you, you mainly have all his attention almost always if he isn’t off doing something!, your his light just live Vox he’ll make sure you’ll shine bright as ever and won’t go out.

Not everyone can catch it but in some rare moments he’ll be seen just staring at you as you happily talk away to Charlie. And for the smallest second you can see his unnerving smile turn into a soft smirk, eyes only on you and his mind filled with only you. This happens on the regular, it’s just he’s quick to cover up so no one sees!

Overall he loves you, even with some differences between your views he’ll still do his best to make you comfortable. Aside from teasing you here and there! But other then that he’ll protect you, your one of kind. And he loves having things no one else can.

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AHHHH HELLOOOOO OH GORSH I MADE IT JUST IN TIME THIS TOOK SO LOBG TO DO CAUSE I KEPT HAVING TO DELETE AND REWRITE ON A NEW DRAFT AUGHHH I HOPE TUMBLR FIXES THIS BUG, BUT ANYWAY TYSM FOR REQUESTING PLEASE COME AGAIN!!!\(^ヮ^)/’

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laurasimonsdaughter · 5 months

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Picture this: Dragons using their caves to age cheese. Dragon Cheesemakers!!

The dragon coiled his enormous body, completely blocking the entrance of the tunnel that lead to the caves.

“No,” he snarled, smoke pluming from his nose.

The cheesemonger pinched the bridge of her own nose. “Look, I explained this to you at the start,” she tried once more. “I make cheese.”

“Yes,” the agreed, nodding his scaly head.

“Then I bring the cheese here.”

“Yes.”

“Then you store all the cheese in your cave, keeping it at the perfect temperature and humidity.”

“Yes.” He sounded particularly proud of this part.

“And then when the cheese has ripened,” she concluded. “I come to pick the cheese up again.”

A thunderous scowl clouded his maw. “No.”

“But that’s how it works!” she cried in exasperation. “I make the cheese, you store the cheese, I sell the cheese, I make more cheese!” She peered up at him. “You do realise I cannot bring you new cheese until I have sold this cheese.”

The dragon considered this for a moment. “Ah, but what if—” he began. “What if you go and make more cheese. And bring me the cheese. And I put it in my cave, with the rest of the hoard. And then I keep it there forever.”

“No,” she said flatly.

It was remarkable how much a dragon could look like it had just swallowed a lemon.

“You can’t keep cheese forever,” she insisted. “It will spoil and go bad!”

“You said it would get better and better!” the dragon roared indignantly. “And I take good care of them! With the air flow and the humidity and the temperature!”

“And that is great,” she said, trying to smile through her frustration. “But when a cheese is ripe, it’s ripe! Then you should not be kept anymore, it should be eaten.”

The dragon scraped it’s formidable claws against the stony ground and sulked.

“Look…” The cheese mongering business did not tend to require a lot of sweet-talking, but she was making an effort. “I’m sure the cheeses that aged in your cave are the best cheeses people have ever tasted. When they find out how delicious they are they will want us to make loads more. Maybe several caves’ worth!”

The reptilian eyes stared at her with disgruntled, reluctant interest. “Several caves?”

“If we’re lucky! And I could make so much cheese that I could bring you new cheese as soon as I pick up the aged cheese. Your cave would never even be empty!”

This seemed to strike a chord. The dragon lifted his head a little.

“And that would really be much better for the rest of your hoard,” she continued with fresh inspiration. “Because if you leave cheese too long, it might go bad and spoil the cheeses next to it too!”

A nervous ripple went through the beast’s scaly body, but he clearly was not convinced just yet. “But what sort of a hoard is it if I have to give it away,” he complained.

“Well! Cheese is not just any old hoard! It’s a developing creation! And you will have a hoard that is constantly developing too. Constantly changing, but, if we do this right, never shrinking.”

The dragon looked at her solemnly, wavering with uncertainty. Perhaps she shouldn’t hold it against the poor thing, it must be a difficult concept to wrap his head around.

“And I will tell you what,” she said encouragingly. “If business is good, I can start investing in some really good crumbly cheeses. You can keep those in your cave for five whole years!”

“That is quite a long time for humans, is it not?” he said, sounding a little more cheerful.

“Very long. Especially when it comes to cheese. Cheeses that have been aged that long are very expensive.”

In retrospect, she should perhaps have led with that. Gourmand or not, a dragon was still a dragon after all. A glittering, toothy grin appeared on her recalcitrant business partner’s shout and he moved just enough for her to move past him into the mountain.

“Tell me more about this expensive cheese that crumbles.”

She hid a smirk. “If you help me carry some of the current ones out, it would be my pleasure.”

#anon I am blowing you kisses #what a fantastic idea #don't get me wrong I also support dragons making their own cheese #100%#but this was the funniest to me #urban fantasy professionals #dragon #dragons #urban fantasy #laura drabbles

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