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mermaidgirl30 · 1 month

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✨My, My, Such a Sweet Surprise✨

A/N: I had to write this down real quick after I saw the most gorgeous Joel Miller looking man I’ve ever seen in my life today 🫠 This is a Drabble of what could of been if maybe I talked to the man 🤣

Summary: When you stumble upon a cute little property with a farmer’s market, you get more than you bargain for when you meet the man with honeysuckle eyes and a thick Southern drawl that makes you weak in the knees.

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem! reader

Word Count: 743

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only MDNI)

Tags: Unprotected P in V, cream pie, cute nicknames, flirting

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

It was supposed to be just a quick walkthrough of the little farmers market out in the country. A little Easter egg event for the dogs, at least that’s what you saw on the event listed online. That’s why you were standing in the warm spring air, your Great Pyrenees hooked to his leash, the soft summer dress blowing against your creamy thighs. That’s all it was supposed to be. A fun, relaxing event. That is, until you saw him.

A man that stood over six feet tall, yellow flannel buttoned up against tanned, strong arms, sleeves rolled up so you could see the thick veins that twisted down his forearms, large hands that could do some damage with an axe. And he was so fucking broad. And his eyes. Honeysuckle, warm heaven that clashed with his golden flannel.

You weren’t supposed to keep staring at him, weren’t supposed to even talk to him, but all that came crashing down the moment he walked over and spoke those first Southern drawled words to you, slipping like warm butter right down your tongue and that was it. You were completely fucked.

And that’s how you ended up in the back of his property, caged between his strong arms, your back pressed against an old oak tree, your sundress hiked above your hips, one leg hooked over his broad shoulder, the other clasped around his muscular back.

Your mouths latched together in messy, wet kisses. Your tongues lapped against each other’s in a burning hunger you couldn’t control. His fingers twisted against your messy curls as his thick cock rutted up inside you, the slick sliding down his long length as he stretched you wide and bottomed out again and again until you could barely stand the heat.

His mouth moved to your collarbone, his teeth nipping and sucking as your fingers ran through his tousled curls, your lips parting as the side of your face scratched up against his salt-and-pepper beard as your moans carried to the shell of his ear. You could feel yourself getting closer with every inch of his cock sliding against your sticky walls, the heat building in your spine as you dug your fingers into the back of his neck.

“Go on, come for me, darlin’. Squeezin’ me so fuckin’ tight. Know you’re close. Tell me who makes you feel good, sweetheart. Let me hear it,” he purred into your ear as you felt yourself lose all control the moment he moved his calloused thumb down to your puffy clit and started making slow circles against your burning heat.

“Oh fuck, Joel. You do. You make me feel good. Ahh.” He pressed down harder, quickening the pace of his thumb and cock as he bottomed out inside you, moving to a position where he hit that sweet, spongy spot that made you see stars.

“Joel, I’m gonna-fuck, gonna come,” you whined, feeling your orgasm start to take over as your walls squeezed against his thick cock.

“Fuck,” he growled as his fingers dug into your hips, “that’s a good fuckin’ girl. So good, sweetheart, Goddamn,” he groaned as you spilled your slick all over him.

“Joel,” you cried as you closed your eyes and buried your face into the crook of his neck, feeling white hot heat spill from your center as your body shook through the intense orgasm.

“Mmm, that’s my good girl. Gonna fill ya up next. That what you want, sweetheart? Want my come inside that pretty pussy of yours?” he asked as he sped up his motions, drilling his cock inside you as you felt him bottom out again and again and again.

“Yes, please,” you begged as you moved your forehead against his as he lapped against your crimson cheek.

“That’s what I thought,” he smirked. Once, twice, three more times and he was spilling his seed inside you, warm ropes of come painting your walls as he stilled inside you and moaned into the base of your ear, his ragged breaths blowing hot against your jawline.

“Christ, sweetheart. Ain’t you the sweetest surprise I’ve ever had the pleasure of meetin’,” he smiled against your lips, his mouth brushing up against yours. “Am I gonna see ya again?”

“Oh, yeah. You’ll definitely see me again, Miller,” you teased as he pushed you back up against the tree and pulled your hair back.

“How’s about round two then, darlin’?”

And that’s exactly what you did.

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nelkcats · 1 year

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Amity's hero

Don't let Amity Parkers lose their hero or you will face the consequences; even good intentions can become unforgivable

The Justice League didn't speak directly to the G.I.W, they didn't quite take their word for it but reports of ghost attacks and property damage caught their attention, the call log with the multiple Amity Park appearances being the most ignored of the list practically marked as spam broke their hearts.

So they arrived as a team, yelling about getting rid of the ghosts, certain that their presence would only cause long-term damage, Phantom immediately showed up, questioning what was wrong; they simply ignored him and began to recite that he and his kind should return to his place of origin (because these ghosts must have a place far from earth, right? They had read something about them living in another dimension), ignoring all Phantom's pleas by simply listening

Unlike a few years ago, Amity Park was not under attack, it had a direct truce with Infinite Realms in which the ghosts were on their best behavior, playing with humans, protecting them from unknown entities (because this was their Amity, they were territorial), keeping at bay the animal ghosts that came out of natural portals, and turning from villains to heroes, being led by his King Phantom, the one who started it all.

The ghosts were happy with the arrangement and with being able to visit human world; Klemper, Lunch Box and Youngblood made a lot of new friends, Ember had concerts, Johnny and Kitty formed their own biker gang, Spectra was the psychologist she'd tried to be at first, Walker kept everyone in line, even ghosts who straight up preferred the realms visited from time to time: Pandora, Frostbite, Ghost Writer, etc. Even Nocturn tried to give everyone good dreams.

But the heroes didn't care, they considered everyone as "threats" and threatened them, Phantom, completely tired of being ignored looked towards his city and gave them a sad smile, you couldn't reason with those who didn't want to listen to you "If we do that Amity could be in danger" he tried one last time, the league didn't know how to deal with liminals.

"We'll protect them, you're just invaders making them sick in the end" Green Lantern snorted, as if it was the obvious solution "So get out and leave these people alone"

"Fine, but when you see how badly you end up handling everything, call us" Danny was tired, he could reason with his own parents and not with all these "heroes", he supposed it was better to teach them the consequences. He tossed a Fentonphone at them, hoping they'd do the right thing.

Flash felt uncomfortable when he saw the ghost children approaching the humans, were they attacking them? He was about to interfere when he saw the human children approach the ghosts to hug them and cry together; he reasoned that made sense, sure the kids didn't know their friends were dangerous, but something inside of him wasn't satisfied with that answer.

Then Danny just whistled, attracting the attention of the ghosts in the city "Well, you heard them, go back to the realms" complaints could be heard, both from the ghost and the human sides. But for now, the halfa had some kind of plan in mind.

Wonder Woman felt especially uncomfortable when she saw Pandora walk past Phantom, giving her a disappointed look, Batman told her that surely she wasn't her friend, and that if she was she wouldn't be the same person, but she wasn't so sure about that.

The ghosts withdrew from Amity then, going through the portal that the Phantom himself had opened in the center of the city, each one of Justice League members could feel the hateful looks pointing directly at them "It's for the best", Batman informed them "we'll assign you heroes that monitor that they do not return"

"NO" that seemed to be what broke the silence "We don't want any more heroes, Phantom is our hero" and with that said, a girl of about 8 years old hugged the halfa's leg, crying uncontrollably "Please don't go"

The League was about to interfere when Phantom reached down, picking up the girl "I don't want to leave Stacy" he whispered stroking her back lovingly, hoping she would stop crying "But the guys over there say I'm a danger to you and you know I want to keep you safe" he kissed the girl's head, handing her over to her parents "I love you Amity Park, thank you for loving me back" he told the population affectionately, before going through the portal.

The League just looked uncomfortably, once there were no more ghosts they informed the city that they would send heroes regularly for protection and monitoring the situation but the city inhabitants just scoffed.

"You don't get it" Dash spoke, completely furious "Phantom is to Amity what Batman is to Gotham" he frowned "And rest assured that this city will protect him from you, we don't care if you told him to leave, we'll bring him back, you're way over your head on this" he continued "Of course, you don't understand because you're the hero in this scenario, and you don't know what a city feels when you take away their hero"

The Justice League only watched as the townspeople turned their backs on them, but they reasoned again that it was for the best, eventually the townspeople would understand.

A few days passed and Amity declared itself isolated from the League, every time they tried to send a hero they rejected, over and over again; dozens of different heroes couldn't get past the limits because they were shot, taunted, or simply knocked unconscious before entering. Superman was starting to regret destroying Phantom's phone but they had to know how it worked, at the end it was a regular phone with weird aesthetic.

The only "hero" who managed to cross the limits was Red Hood, who at the end of the day became a messenger "You don't understand B, that city is out for blood" Jason tried to reason with Bruce "They're furious, I swear I saw a 6-year-old boy practicing archery and the target had your head placed in the center" it was not normal for Jason to worry, Bruce was a hero, but for the same reason he did not know what it felt like when you lost one. Amity had basically been building her own army within the barriers, they even offered him refuge away from heroes "You must talk to them."

"Mhm" Batman hummed, pulling out his comlink to schedule a meeting, he'd thought of calling one anyway, he'd had sightings of what looked like animal ghosts all over Gotham but they were basically invincible, he wondered if it was Phantom's revenge.

"Just give them back their hero Batman" was what the commissioner Gordon told him when he asked for an opinion on how to deal with the reaction of the city "They're right, you don't know what it feels like"

Of course, Batman couldn't be wrong, so he guessed Gordon's comment was due more to his weariness. Upon arrival he noticed everyone completely dejected, basically stating animal ghosts and ¿drops? through all their cities. They couldn't fight any of them so they decided to go back to Amity, they figured if they had fought these things for years they must have knowledge.

Upon reaching the city, although they were allowed to pass, they were greeted with mockery, half the population carried one weapon or another, the League was tense "Having problems so soon?" Paulina looked at her neon green nails, she was sure she could cut a man with them "You should have accepted Phantom's help, you know"

"Phantom was a threat invading your city" Batman growled "we saw the reports, his continued presence caused medical changes in all of you that you won't even let us see"

"Make no mistake" Mikey interrupted him "Amity was always an access point to the Zone, we were contaminated long before you existed" and of course they would not trust this heroes with their liminal status, Frostbite was already helping them before all the mess and they did not need to add human doctors with no knowledge.

"Then what do you suggest? We let the ghosts come back and destroy the whole city?" Hal scoffed, completely incredulous of how they were being treated, from the first second they refused to give any useful information.

"It's funny that you think we can't defend ourselves" Paulina rolled her eyes "you all could be beaten by Mikey, and is Mikey, no offense" she shot a look at the boy next to her.

"None taken" Mikey shrugged, it wasn't the first time.

"The thing is, we're just used to it; we like to be protected and not have to protect ourselves, it may sound cowardly of us but we're civilians" Kwan spoke "we're not defenseless, but we prefer not taking action, our hero made sure of it so we don't like to take cards in the whole self-sacrifice thing"

"Phantom is a danger" Superman tried to stand his ground.

"For us?" Star sneered "Or for you?"

"Besides, if you think we don't move out of the city for aesthetics, you're wrong, we just like to feel safe" Dash yawned, bored with the conversation "Phantom and the other ghosts are territorial, it's kind of nice, no threat gets past that sign, rates of crime? Zero, very difficult to want to kill or assault someone if they can come back as a ghost to kill you I guess"

"But the reports" Flash was worried about the indifference.

"The reports from 5 years ago? Before we had the truce that you guys ruined?" Star sneered "I'll call Sam or Tucker and bring Phantom back, we'll start the truce again, get out of Amity"

"You can't do that." Superman crossed his arms, trying to remain threatening as Hal muttered in a panic about breaking peace treaties and the Oa wanting his head.

"Oh, but we can" Paulina approached Superman, running her hand over his arm "and we'll do it" slowly, she placed her fingernail on his suit, cutting the material and drawing blood from the hero, who immediately moved away at the threat.

"Get the hell out of Amity and don't come back" Dash rolled his eyes, stroking a ghost snake, the heroes tensing more at their newest enemy.

"It was you?" growled Batman; recognizing the snake as one of the many haunting Gotham.

"Not exactly, the veil ruptures always existed" Kwan said, stroking the head of a ghost wolf "We only tame them, or send them back to the Realms, if there were veil ruptures it's not our problem" he looked towards the League "If any of them escaped because we weren't watching and they followed your scent it's not our fault either"

"And can you tell us um, how to deal with them, or tame them?" Flash tried.

"No, since you are sooo good at gathering information I'm sure you will come up with something" With that said, Dash motioned for the snake to lead the heroes away and before they knew it they were all thrown away from the city.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #danny fenton #dc x dp #justice league #dp #Amity loves Phantom #They love Red Huntress too but she is on vacations since the truce #Oa will be furious with Hal lmao #Constantine and JLD will be furious with most JL too #Feral Amity Park #I do love them being absolutely feral #Amity Park don't need protection anymore they just choose to have it #Pandora is disappointed with Diana #Amity Park indeed called Sam & Tucker #They bringed the ghosts back #ghost king danny #At the end Justice League asked for help #Justice League Dark was not surprised #Constantine had a mental breakdown #Most heroes are prohibited into Amity now #Alfred is looking at Bruce with disappointment #World could have a truce with Infinite Realms but they ruined it #G.I.W was dissolved by Paulina nails at the end of the day #Captain Marvel was not available during this mess #Billy have classes!#At first JL thought Phantom mind controlled them #They weren't so sure after watching the posters over the city #and it was for sure not the cause when Amity trained an army looking at them directly in the eyes #I do think liminals can damage kryptonians

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da-shrimping-station · 3 months

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Mammon helps out with the House's budgeting as well as managing finances.

It started when he found Lucifer's notes on the expenses when they moved to HoL. Diavolo was generous enough to give them a monthly stipend but it was the brothers' first time having to deal with something like this. In the Celestial Realm, they really didn't have to spend much or ask for much. In the castle, everything was provided for after a simple request. But now they're on their own. Still with Diavolo's support of course but far more independent now.

So Mammon sits down on Lucifer's chair and starts poring over the papers. Lucifer's already got a preliminary budget drafted but it's not that thorough. His brother doesn't go out much with needing to juggle caring for everyone as well as fulfilling duties for the Demon Prince so some of the estimates are way off especially in terms of cost. He doubts his brother knows market prices for things like toiletries and groceries.

Time passed (that Mammon wasn't aware of) and he was waist deep in the process of fixing the budget. Lucifer eventually comes home and sees him at his desk and making a mess (in his opinion) of things.

"We're gonna need a bigger allowance." Mammon looks him dead in the eye, ink stains on his hands and papers filled with scribbles and calculations.

Lucifer makes the smart choice of shutting up and listening to him.

Over the next few days they manage to come up with a more feasible and more detailed budget plan for the family. The only thing left to do is to send a formal request to Diavolo to request a more flexible amount for the stipend.

Does this mean they all (Mammon especially) become more responsible with their finances? Of course not! It's just that Lucifer now has a more detailed report and estimate of everyone's spending! Mammon's transaction history and his maxed out Goldie. Levi and his online shopping for games and merch. Satan buying a cart full of books as well as random ingredients he may or may not use for curses. Asmo and the long bill for clothing, makeup, shoes, accessories. Beel being the reason the allocated budget for food is more than half of the stipend. Belphie and a purchase list of questionable but exorbitant items.

And of course Lucifer splurges here and there. Do you think this man buys anything cheap? NOPE. It has to be of good if not the highest quality possible. He justifies that it's a one time purchase (but the price tag is still hefty and how long do you think that item will last given you live in a house full of gremlins???)

"Here ya go, Lu. This month's summary."

"What do you mean we had to pay 40,000 grimm for damages to property?!"

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stories-and-chaos · 3 months

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Shrike: The House Always…Loses? Pt 1

[Hazbin Hotel reader insert as Alastor’s “darling life and death partner” Ace x ace relationship, both parties are moderately sex favorable. This was supposed to be a one shot about how Husk sold his soul, but I couldn’t help myself.]

[Part 1/2 Word count 3142 CW: alcohol consumption, gambling, mentions of sex.]

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The house always…loses?!

The 1970’s. You could tell there was some crazy shit going on in the world of the living. Mostly because the new arrivals in Hell had some particularly messed up forms. Tom Trench, 666 News’ anchor, had ended every broadcast for the past three years in an orgy after reporting on the war on Earth as well as the local conflicts.

“Complete lack of class,” Alastor shook his head as the two of you passed a large television screen in one of Pentagram City’s plazas. It was tuned to Tom’s nightly sign off; the camera off kilter and focused on the desk at a bizarre angle. Evidently the camera operator was part of the group on top of the desk. You could hear Tom saying, “oh fuck yeah I’m gonna invade all your landmasses baby,” followed by “here comes the firebombiiiiiiiiingggguh.”

“Zut alors, he’s turned into such a disgrace.” You scowled. “He might as well just work for that uncouth moth bastard at this point.” As you described Valentino, your voice gained a rough edge and wind started to swirl around you.

Your husband gave your hand a soothing squeeze. “Now now dear, you’ll muss your hair before I even get you on the dance floor if you keep it up. Besides cher, we’ll likely encounter him and the fad chaser at this party. If we all give into our emotions we’re likely to level the whole place.”

You breathed deeply. “And I’d hate to demolish a new establishment before even giving it a chance. Zestial requested a few songs as well, I can’t ruin my voice before granting him that.”

The two of you were attending a gala of Overlords and favored subordinates. One of the newest Overlords was providing the venue at his casino. These sort of get togethers were uncommon as more than one of the Pride Ring’s leaders in the same place often resulted in considerable property damage. So this newcomer was either extremely confident or foolhardy. Typical of a gambler.

At the entrance, you and your husband gave each other a final check; you straightened his bowtie, he smoothed back an errant lock of hair for you. Inside the casino was bustling with activity. It was set up into quadrants, each designated by a card suit. One section had slot machines designed to drain money from the poor saps who fell prey to their lights and false hopes. Deeper in were tables for more sophisticated ways to lose money. An elegant bar and well stocked buffet with dining tables nearby took up another section. The last quadrant had a stage for performers, lounge chairs for audience members and a dance floor. There was currently a band playing something forgettable on stage.

There was activity mostly at the gaming tables and bar. Not many Overlords were interested in the machines, the stakes weren’t high enough to care. And while the band was good, there wasn’t a headliner on stage at the moment. Food, alcohol, and barbed conversation was a bigger draw.

“Alastor, Y/N. Good to see you both.” The voice was sultry and professional all around once. “Ah, Carmilla, always a pleasure seeing you dear. You and your daughters,” you husband replied to the graceful Overlord.

“It’s been too long, Carmilla. Odette, Clara, you both look lovely cheres.” You glanced around the opulent venue. “So was this little fais do do your idea Carmilla?”

The tall woman shrugged elegantly. “In part. The owner of this establishment wanted to garner some attention and I owed him a small favor. I merely arranged the guest list. He took care of the rest.” She gestured to one of the card tables. “He’s entertaining guests with games of chance if you’d like to meet him.”

Alastor looked to you, “Well my dear, shall we meet our newest contemporary or mingle first?”

You spotted a tall figure draped in tacky fuschia leering in your direction from the bar, along with a shorter boxy headed demon boring holes into Alastor’s back. “Looks as if there are some unsavories around the liquor. I’m always interested in making new acquaintances.”

Arm in arm, you and your husband headed to the tables, Carmilla and her girls with you. You looked at them questioningly. “Ostensibly, as the hostess, I should introduce guests to each other.”

A demon about your height was dominating at the blackjack table. He had feline features in addition to a set of wings. Whereas your wings mimicked a natural bird’s coloration, his were more fantastical, vibrantly red and black with bars and dots all over. His hair was elegantly slicked back and his crisp tuxedo completed the air of a high roller.

He spotted Carmilla and after he won the current hand excused himself from the table, saying “duty calls friends.” He tucked his cane under his arm; the body was gold and topped with a sphere containing suit symbols, dice, and chips rotating like an orrery within.

“Husk, I’d like you to meet some of our colleagues.” Carmilla began as he approached. “This is Alastor, the Radio Demon, and his wife Y/N, the Singing Shrike. Alastor, Y/N, this is Husk, proprietor of this establishment and our newest sovereign Overlord.”

Alastor released your hand to shake Husk’s. “A pleasure to meet you my good man, truly a pleasure.” You followed up with your own pleasantries adding, “A lovely venue you have here. If the food and drink are up to the decor we may need to come around again, cher.”

“Pleased to meet you both,” his voice was rough but not unwelcoming. More like someone who had smoked excessively for years. “I don’t do things by halves, so I’m sure the refreshments are up to snuff. You’re both welcome to try the tables as well, if you can buy into the pot.” He stated a number that was high, but not exclusionary. No doubt he wanted to hook his patrons to get more value later. “We’re not betting souls tonight, that’s business and tonight’s for pleasure.” He gave you both a toothy smile before heading back to the cards.

You mingled both with Alastor and on your own. Waiters weaved through pockets of activity, serving drinks and hors d'oeuvres. There wasn’t really a crowd, which was smart considering how many Overlords could barely stand to be under the same roof, much less rubbing elbows.

It was somewhat inevitable though. A couple of hotheads, one you recognized and one you didn’t, started bickering, then yelling, then throwing punches. Any longer and they might have started bringing out some powers. Except they were stopped by a barrage of black playing cards. Off balance, they were crashed to the ground when a pair of giant dice rolled snake eyes onto them. Pinned, the two could only wait as Husk stalked over, the top of his cane glowing red.

“Didn’t your mamas ever teach you dumbasses any manners?” He slammed the butt of his cane down between their heads, sending a ripple of power out. “This is my house, my rules, so I’m going to teach you instead.” His gold pupils shined as he grinned down at them. “You wanna fight? You take it outside or I make you. You wanna settle things in here? We got plenty of ways to settle matters at the tables. Now what’s it gonna be bitches?” The two remained silent and continued to glare at each other. “Outside it is.”

The dice vanished but before the hapless combatants could do more than gasp a wave of poker chips carried them out the door with bone breaking force. Husk followed the wave calmly. From the other side, you could hear thuds, explosions, and screams. It only lasted a moment. Husk returned alone. One of the casino employees brought a new tuxedo jacket; there was dust and a bit of blood on the one he was wearing. He combed his hair back and returned to the game he’d been playing.

You sipped your whiskey, amused. Confidence it was then. “It seems our new friend can hold his own,” Alastor mused as he smoothly came up beside you. He held out a morsel of food for you, speared on a tiny skewer. “These are delightful, cher.” You pulled it off with your teeth. Shrimp in a spiced breading. “Mmm, that is lovely darling, thank you. And yes, he seems quite capable…for now.”

Anything else you would have said was derailed by a tall dark form appearing next to you and your husband. “If the two of thee have formed such an opinion of yon grimalkin, his potential is indeed of note.”

“My lord Zestial!” A light shiver sent your feathers rustling but that was expected around a demon as old and powerful as Zestial. Even Alastor tensed, a bit of strain around his lips and eyes. You curtsied as Alastor gave a slight bow. “You are as perceptive as ever. He has a great deal of power and potential. If his luck continues…”

Zestial chuckled. “Thou speaketh truth Shrike. One must make thine own luck. But ‘tis far too pleasant an occasion for such musings. Will thou grace the assemblage with thy voice tonight Shrike?”

“Of course cher!” As if you’d say no. Not to such a simple request from someone like Zestial. “I don’t suppose you have any requests? Or if there’s anything you’d like to hear darling?” you asked your husband.

Zestial shook his head. “Thy voice is a gift alone, I shall not presume to dictate its flow.”

“Hmm, I’m afraid I can’t help but dictate a little ma cher. Rosie requested a dance, so something she would enjoy?”

“I’d be glad to.” Alastor kissed your hand before seeing you off. You let Carmilla and Husk both know that you were ready to take the stage; you’d arranged everything ahead of time so the band was ready for you. Spotlights highlighted your mark as the lights dimmed slightly in the rest of the casino.

There was still a tremor of nervousness in your core as you took the stage. You were glad of it; if you didn’t feel nervous, you didn’t care about the performance or the audience. So you let it fuel the passion in your voice. You started with something that would grab attention, tap some toes. The big numbers would come later. For now you wanted them to listen to you more than the alcohol roaring in their skulls.

Once you had a gathering and you could feel the upbeat vibe in the room, you went into some dance numbers. The first one was for Alastor and Rosie. Seeing those two dancing together made your heart soar. Some might have expected you to be jealous, another woman dancing with your husband right in front of you. But how could you be jealous of your partner and your friend being so joyful together?

Not to mention that after your deaths, Alastor had gotten taller while you…embarrassingly you were the same height. He could still escort you comfortably but there were some dance moves that you couldn’t do together. Rosie was the perfect height, light on her feet, and a delight to watch in her own right. Why deny her and Alastor the pleasure? Or yourself the pleasure of watching.

You sang a mix of eras, which kept the band on their toes. But you loved music from different times and hearing what you could do with various songs. Alastor and Rosie danced for most of the songs, you could see Carmilla’s daughters find partners, and Zestial with his eyes closed, head bobbing to the music. Not even glimpses of Valentino and Vox could spoil the mood.

As people got tired, you slowed things down. There was more swaying on the dance floor now; there weren’t a lot of overt couples among Overlords (at least not established permanent ones) but there were many that shared intimacy for a time. Some had followers they were particularly close to and the rest of their followers often had a special someone. So there were plenty of pairs swaying to your voice.

Your last song of the night was Alastor’s song. It was your routine to finish with that one; carried over from when you were alive. Any demons that had seen you perform before knew it was your finale and worth paying attention to. The applause after the last note felt like champagne bubbling in your glass: delightful. You had a policy of not taking encores or requests after Alastor’s song, no matter how much anyone offered.

Alastor was there as you descended, hand ready for you. “As ever, you make me glad you married me, cher. Shall we get something to eat, I’m starved.” He knew you were likely to be as well, you tended to be ravenous after a performance.

To your surprise, there was clapping still near you; Husk, pulled away from the gaming tables. “I haven’t heard a performance like that in years. I’ve got a proposition for you, Y/N. Can I have some of your time after your meal?”

You and Alastor exchanged a glance. “Why not join us? As you said, it’s a night for pleasure, so presumably it’s not too serious,” you said as Alastor nestled your hand in his arm.

“If you’re both alright with that, don’t mind if I do.” You took a seat at an empty table while Alastor prepared a plate for you. You didn’t always let him, but you had put a lot into that performance, with so many people to impress. Fortunately, neither he nor Husk took long. Vox was starting to eye you from across the room. You would have hated to get wires and grease all over Husk’s new floor.

Alastor presented your plate as smoothly as any waiter, earning a throaty chuckle from you. There were more of those lovely shrimp, prime rib, salad, a baked potato and a slice of peach pie. You ate like a bird, which meant voraciously. You had to eat close to half your body weight in a day, much like the little bird you resembled. Fortunately you weren’t a pure carnivore and the peach pie was wonderfully nostalgic.

“Well, cher,” you said while stabbing a forkful of greens, “what’s this proposition?”

Husk swallowed, wiped his lips, and leveled a golden stare at you and Alastor. “I’d like to hire you of course,” he replied, expectedly. “I don’t have a headliner here yet and watching you made me realize how much this place needs one.” He sipped his wine. “So what do you say to a couple shows a week? I’ll give top billing to an Overlord, especially with pipes like yours.”

You smirked and raised your glass in admiration. Most assumed that Alastor was the only one with power in your relationship. Despite there being multiple female Overlords, once they found out you were married they acted as if you were little more than your husband’s hanger-on. While that granted you a number of opportunities (and demons chained to you with deals) you appreciated any that had a better grasp on your marital dynamic.

“What kind of compensation are we looking at? I don’t sing for free, cher.” Not even tonight had been free; Carmilla had paid your rate. There was one being in all existence that got to hear you for free.

Husk immediately named a figure. A gambler he might be, but he was a businessman too. He gave a number higher than your usual fee. Not high enough to make him seem desperate, but enough that he respected your talent and to entice from other engagements. “Obviously any tips are yours and you both will get perks of casino employees.” Evidently he noticed your shared enjoyment of the food and drink and wanted to sweeten the deal by including Alastor.

You pretended to mull it over while chewing your prime rib. “Quite the generous offer, ma petite chat. Why not, say three nights a week?” Husk readily agreed verbally. Neither of you moved to shake hands or sign papers; you could never be too careful with Overlords, especially when you were one.

The three of you chatted lightly as you ate. Alastor and you had experience with the old guard while Husk knew a lot of the young bucks. Neither side was about to give away more than the minimum information, but you got the impression he could be a decent ally.

Or pawn.

After the meal Husk asked you for a dance. You readily agreed, looking forward to seeing how he was on his feet. Not to mention a dance partner your size would be a nice change. He wasn’t as good as Alastor (who was?) but he was quite good. He seemed surprised by a couple maneuvers that incorporated your wings, evidently he hadn’t experimented much with his.

He actually got three songs with you before thanking you and heading back to the card tables. You were just feeling warmed up and went to retrieve your husband. Only to be intercepted by none other than Vox.

“Hey there sweetheart. How about you let me show you moves?” He gave you a grin and moved to take your hand in his.

You raked him up and down with your eyes. “Oh Vox, I’ve seen all your moves. They’re not impressive.” You pinched his wandering hand between two of your talons, making sure to draw pinpricks of blood before releasing him. “Allons’y cher, best you find a partner who can slow down for you.” Alastor had arrived at your side and added, “My darling wife makes an excellent point, although I’m not sure there’s anyone who can. Better luck next time ol’ pal!”

Without further ado he swept you onto the dance floor. He gleefully kept you dancing the majority of the night. You changed up partners a couple times, him with Rosie and you with Husk. At the end of the last song of the night, a slow dance, he lifted you into a bridal carry. Your wings cupped around his shoulders as he swayed with you.

Back at home, he and you exchanged notes on the evening while going through your nightly routines. “Cher, are you certain you don’t want me to deal with Vox?” he offered yet again.

“I can handle him darling. It seems I’ll need to be more direct however. More importantly, what do you think of my new employer?”

“Hmm.” His staticky hum filled the room as he climbed under the bedcovers. “An interesting fellow, we’ll need to see how he does. And you being there so often will give us plenty of opportunities,” he chuckled darkly.

You matched his laugh. As you settled next to his lean form you replied, “Agreed. This should be entertaining.”

A/N: part two may take a couple days, I’m finding pre-deal Husk’s voice hard to pin down. I hope you all like my head canon for his stronger abilities. Also, let me know if you’d like to be tagged for future Shrike snippets, she’s just fun to write. 💜🤍🩶🖤

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berryhobii · 3 months

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HAPPY BLACK HISTORY MONTH! 🖤🖤🖤In honor of this wonderful month and the history of our people, I want to provide information on pieces of black history that is often overlooked due to the whitewashing of education.

First up, the race riots and black massacres that occurred. Many people do not know but before, during, and after segregation and Jim Crow laws, black people had built wealthy black communities and were striving despite racial discrimination.

A black community in Tulsa, Oklahoma was known as Black Wall Street. Black owned businesses thrived and we were reaching the same levels as our white counterparts. The masacre started on Memorial Day weekend when a young black man by the name of Dick Rowland was accused of assaulting a young white woman. After this hearsay reached the white community, they gathered their arms, Rowland was arrested and set to be lynched with no trial. Due to a white man being lynched the year before, white people took this as an opportunity to get revenge. After a report that hundreds of white men had gathered to hurt Rowland in prison, a group of 75 black men also gathered to protect him. However, a white officer convinced them to leave. It was later found that Rowland was beaten by this officer already but didn’t want anyone else to find out.

Referring to as a “rolling gunfight”, more instances of white people provoking black people led to a shootout between both communities. When outnumbered, the black people were forced to retreat.

As news of his gun violence spread, mob violence reached its peak. For an entire day and night, white rioters looted stores, burned down buildings, destroyed homes, and unalived many black people. It’s also believed that white rioters started this massacre as a way to knock black wealth down out of jealousy and white supremacy.

A little over 10,000 black people were left homeless and the property damage to the community was set close to $1.5Million and personal property at $750,000(equal to about $36.92 Million today). Due to racial discrimination and redlining, the city and banks refused to compensate black people while simultaneously handing out loans to white businesses that were not affected during the riots. This caused many black families to leave Tulsa in search of a new place to settle. Due to white people’s power over media, the Tulsa Riots remained omitted from national histories. It didn’t even get published into history books until the 1960s.

While Tulsa is the most common masacre we hear about, it’s not the only one. The destruction of black communities have led to the property value in those areas steadily decreasing. Redlining made it so that black people could not rebuild and the majority of money was funneled into white communities. Today, it’s why POC communities are more likely to be dilapidated and poverty stricken while white communities are maintained and clean.

I will provide a list of other race riots and black massacres here.

Educate yourself. Teach the children. Don’t let them gaslight you. Our history is long and harsh and it deserves to be spoken about.

#black history #black history month #black lives matter #history #black people

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thydungeongal · 4 months

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@vixensdungeon and I have been talking about how the word "cinematic" when used to describe a TTRPG is actually mostly meaningless. Like, check out this list of contenders:

WEG's old Ghostbusters and Star Wars RPGs. In the context of these two it not only means "literally trying to emulate the action of the source material," but also "relatively easy and quick resolution."

Feng Shui. Another relatively rules light game, this one explicitly tries to emulate Hong Kong action films, so I guess I can see it.

d20 Modern. D&D 3e (probably the densest and crunchiest edition of D&D) adapted into the modern world. Uh, okay, so what makes it cinematic? Well, characters don't die to a single gunshot (because they just ported D&D's approach to damage and HP directly into it) and also characters gain a finite resource they can spend not to fail on checks sometimes.

Modern AGE. Another modern adaptation of a fantasy game, this time of Fantasy AGE. Fantasy AGE is another extremely D&D 3e-ass RPG (D&D 3e casts a long shadow over RPG design to this day) and while it's notably less crunchy than D&D 3e it is very much not what I'd call a rules light game. I guess it does have a stunt die that sometimes gives you an extra benny on your action

Everyday Heroes. I'm actually predisposed to dislike this one because it seems like d20 Modern adapted to the 5e ruleset, but that's not even the most egregious thing: it seems to be a vehicle for the developers to churn out licensed supplements to adapt various different movie franchises into its system. I hate it in that "please for the love of god use something other than D&D 5e for your TTRPG adaptation of a media property" sense. Anyway, 5e is a bit less crunchy than d20 Modern but the approach to rules design is much the same. I'm not seeing it.

And I'm sure you could name a bunch of others. The only common thread seems to be "you can use these to run games kind of like an action movie." But as a descriptor for a game the term "cinematic" is itself pretty much just a meaningless buzzword.

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```𓄲﹑📓﹐how to fix your skin barrierㆍ✶ㆍ﹗

WHAT’S A SKIN BARRIER?

A skin barrier is the outermost layer of your skin, which defends your skin from harmful environmental toxins and pathogens. It also prevents the water in your body from evaporating and leaving you dehydrated. It consists of tough skin cells called corneocytes that are bound together by mortar-like lipids. Inside the skin cells, you’ll find keratin and natural moisturizers. The lipid layer contains cholesterol, fatty acids and ceramides.

WHAT ARE THE SIGNS OF A DAMAGED SKIN BARRIER?

Inflammation.

Dark spots and hyperpigmentation.

Rough and uneven texture.

Tightness and flaking/peeling.

Dull and dehydrated skin.

Breakouts and rashes.

HOW TO ACTUALLY FIX MY SKIN BARRIER?

Simplify your skincare routine and cut down on exfoliating acids and actives. Over exfoliating can cause breakouts, inflammation and loss of hydration. Instead, look for moisturizers that have skin barrier ingredients like the ones listed below in this post.

Just like over exfoliating, over cleansing can also ravage your skin barrier. To prevent this, start using gentle cleansers (unless you have a very oily skin) which is free from AHAs and BHAs. Remember to cleanse your face with lukewarm water and don’t apply harsh active ingredients that will dry the skin out.

REMEMBER TO APPLY SUNSCREEN !!!

DO NOT scrub or pick at dry, irritated skin. I know it can be tempting to pick at your acne and pop pimples but squeezing can push bacteria back and deeper into the skin, which in the long run will cause more swelling and redness.

Eat food rich in water like cucumbers or watermelon and drink enough water every day (around 2L) since a damaged skin barrier is mostly caused by dehydrated skin.

SKIN BARRIER REPAIRING INGREDIENTS:

Niacimide: Hydrates and works as an antioxidant. Stimulates ceramide production.

CBD: Powerful anti-inflammatory ingredient.

Green Tea: Aids in anti-aging, soothes the skin and has antioxidant properties.

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Glycerin: Aids in hydration, soothes the skin and accelerates healing wounds.

Ceramides: Decreases trans epidermal water loss and aids in anti-aging.

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paddockbunny · 2 years

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Can I request NSFW Prompt List; 2, 39, 42, and 48 with either Pierre, Charles or Max and you can make it however short or long you’d like ☺️☺️

Keeping it within the Team

Summary : Charles makes a very big mistake, one that you want answers for. But just how exactly is Charles going to answer you? Rating : 18+ Pairing : Charles Leclerc x Reader Word Count : 1.8k Warnings : NSFW, Adult material, PinV sex, unprotected sex, language, fingering, tension and anger, work related power positions.

“What the fuck was that?” You pretty much yell as your driver - the exact one that you had been instrumental in bringing to the team - stormed past you with expletives in his mother tongue pouring from him. Coursing through your veins was pure and utter rage. This weekend was supposed to be an easy one. A nice, easy, relaxed win. But no. Charles thought he knew more than you and tried to pull off a move so ridiculous that you flung your headset across the pit wall. His egotistical display didn’t just have him tumbling down the timing table, it had him out of the race all together. P2 and challenging a win to OUT, DNF, FUORI!

As someone came over to you to ask some stupid, unnecessary question, you watched as Charles headed straight out of the garage. “Fuck this!” You weren’t going to be ignored. He was going to answer for himself, even if it was just to you. He wasn’t going to go sulk in his drivers room and try blame it on the team, tactics or worst of all, you. You tear through the garage totally indignant.

“He doesn’t want anyone to….” Charles trainer was stood by his drivers room door and was seriously trying to stop you? You didn’t even bother paying him any attention. Your fist banged against the cool, cold metal of the door. The loud rattle and booming it made mimicked the way your heart hammered in your chest.

“Leclerc! Open this door. This is Ferrari property!” You hit it again and again. If he didn’t open the locked door and let you in then you were fully prepared to go to the bosses about the petulant child he was being. Finally, and rather dramatically, the door flew open and exposed a thundery, raging Charles. Fireproof already off and glaring down at you as if this was all somehow your fault. You didn’t ask to be let in. You pushed your way in and immediately observed the damage he had done. The massage table was on its side, pile of drivers cards that he had been signing strewn across the floor. His helmet had dented the wall and as angry as you were, you were rather amused that he finally had started showing his anger and letting it out instead of being bottled up inside himself.

When you turned to look at him you saw how dark his eyes looked and for the first time ever, your stomach actually flipped. He was such a handsome fucker but no one caused you as much bloody stress as he did. It wasn’t until his eyes seemed intent on burrowing right into your soul that you realised your heart was pounding, palms were slightly sweaty and breathing was totally elevated. What the hell was going on?

“Why…” your voice catches in your throat. Words became thick like smog and didn’t want to come out. But then that may have been because Charles had moved halfway across the room and was now only a few feet from you and it made you nervous. “Why did you do that? You had fresher tyres and you know that corner was far too tight for the move you were trying to pull.” You tried to snap out of whatever he had suddenly done to you. “I don’t want to talk about it.” It came rumbled out of him and you had never heard him like this before. He was practically growling and just out of uneasiness you swallowed.

“You have to answer for it Charles…” before you could tell him that management will want to know why he didn’t listen to team orders - specifically to you - and ignored his radio, his hands were on you. One around your waist, palm flat against your back, while the other was against the side of your throat. But then your brain abruptly snapped back into reality and you realised not only were his hands were on you, his mouth was too

His mouth is on you.

Charles’ mouth is on yours.

You snapped back to earth when he moaned into your mouth and you realised you were kissing him back, feverishly. The thought washed over you that this was all completely inappropriate and a total breach of the level of responsibility you had within the team. A second wave crashed upon you that made you consider telling him to stop but then, your back hit something solid and you realised Charles had you up against the wall. Fuck, you didn’t know if you could bring yourself to stop him even if you wanted too. It had been months since you had been touched like this. Right before the season started your boyfriend had broken up with you - something Charles was acutely aware of considering your ex was one of his mechanics - so it wasn’t like you had any other reason to tell him to stop. It was literally only your job.

The thoughts immediately left your head as Charles’ pressed his body flush against you and you could feel his obvious erection straining against the red race suit. It pressed against your thigh and it gave you this tingle all over your body. You didn’t care if it was because he was angry with you, frustrated with how his race went or because he actually wanted you. As his hand left your back and found the button on your Ferrari issue red pants (ones which you absolutely hated) you finally mustered up the courage to ask; “Wh…what are you doing?”

“Don’t you dare tell me to stop.” Your mind had been too fixed on the emotions you were feeling that the only way you had managed to hear his voice was by the action of his hand further down. An unexpected gasp left you as his hand slid inside your panties. Cupping the dampening heat between your thighs Charles moaned. “Fuck!” He sighed “are you this wet because I made you angry or because you’ve always wanted me to touch you?” “Don’t flatter yourself Leclerc.” Was what you would have said if his forefinger didn’t make contact with your already pulsating, aching clit. His pressure was too light. It was far too god damn light. You circled your hips down against him and his other hand went back to your throat again.

“Look at me!” It came out of him as a husky rasp. Your eyes opened for him and you only had time to drink in the lust filled look his his own when the same finger that had been rubbing circles against you, slid inside of your drenched pussy. "You're so fucking perfect" You weren't even sure you heard him say it so decided you wanted to hear it again.

“Char…” but as much as you wanted to get him to repeat himself, you couldn’t even speak his name. He had infiltrated your mind and soul. Already reducing you to a pile of wanton need. A slightly exasperated sigh spilled from you. Neediness capturing your physical being. You wanted him. You needed him. You were orgasm deprived and desperate. And just when you thought you would have to telepathically beg him to fuck you, he turned you around to face the wall while he ripped those team issue trousers down over your butt and thighs.

You couldn’t remember anything about how you got here the second Charles slammed his throbbing cock inside of you. Your mind going blank because all you could think of was how he felt as he filled you up. His cock buried up to the hilt. You heard his own gasps for air and you knew you felt good wrapped around him. He had stilled for a moment and the frantic need for utter carnal pleasure took over your body. A deliberate pushing back of your hips had his hand against the side of your head before he began to find his rhythm.

Strokes of slow, sinuous sensuality were being replaced by total and utter desperation. His fingertips would be leaving marks when he grabbed your arm and pulled it behind your back so he could get purchase on something. And, you didn’t care. You wanted to be marked by him. You were happy to be consumed by him just like the rage he had given you earlier. His cock pounded into you and air felt like it couldn’t fill your lungs fast enough.

“Charles….” It tumbled from your mouth eventually. Then it came again and again. The sound of his name sliding over your reddened lips began to bring him closer and closer. So close that eventually those thrusts got harder and harder and the tip of his pulsating member was repeatedly hitting the spot inside of you that made you see stars.

“Fuck….keep going….please….keep fucking going.” It all came pouring from you now. It was as if Charles fucking you had opened the floodgates and you would tell him whatever he wanted to hear as long as he made you cum.

"Fuck...your pussy is....I've never had anyone feel this good." Charles voice purred. Then it hit you. The electric high of an orgasm. Your thighs momentarily shaking as finally he took you over the edge with just his cock. You knew the tightening of your slick, drenched walls affected him. His moans all but stopped and you could feel him starting to twitch inside of you. Your name finally, after all this time, left his open lips. His hips jerked and as his body collapsed against you - pressing your even further against the wall - you could feel him still convulsing from his own orgasm.

You could have gone again with how phenomenal he had just made you feel. While you felt his milky cum begin to trickle out of you, you didn’t even care if this was a one time thing. You had never had such an intense fuck in your life. Charles returned from the bathroom with a damp towel - you had been so cock drunk you weren’t even sure when he had disappeared - and you took it with a breathy quick sigh. Your lungs felt desperate for air. They were aching as if you had been holding your breath. They were aching as much as your Leclerc used pussy. You could practically laugh at that statement. You had just fucked Charles Leclerc out of frustration. He watched as you cleaned up and made yourself decent again.

“You hate me don’t you?” He sat on the edge of the flame red sofa. “For DNFing.”

“I don’t particularly fucking like you for it but I don’t hate you.” You picked up your credentials from the floor before smoothing out your hair. You would smell of him - of it, of sex - but you didn’t even care. Moving toward the door you hear Charles let out a shaky laugh from behind you

“Just so you know…that wasn’t a hate fuck. If it was a hate fuck, you wouldn’t be walking out of here.” And with a simple statement you knew you were completely, totally, fucked.

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yellowbunnydreams · 4 months

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The Blood Runs Thicker (part 12) ~vampire!William Afton x F! Reader~

Tag-List; @ruh--roh-raggy @randymeeksisafinalgirl @sleepy---head @robin-the-enby @hungrhay @likoplays @slxsher-whxre @nicolezghostz @spiderlilytengu

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Want more or something different? *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

CW:Minors DNI, (18+ ONLY), Female Reader, legal age gap (Reader- 20's, William - 50's), graphic acts of violence, biting, knife-play, blood, blood-drinking/licking, mention of dead children, anaemia. Mentions of torture. Drama. Possessive behaviour. The suit stays ON

You weren't sure how long you had been driving, but the dark sky and the faint glow of the dashboard as you were no longer feeling your stomach turn at the smell of iron and raw meat was an indicator that it had been too long.

William hadn't moved whilst you had been driving. Or at least, not that you had seen. The yellow bunny suit made it easier to check on him the rearview mirror, allowing you to see a reflection, although you were still scared of what you would find when you peeled back the suit. Unsure of how much damage had been done to the vampire. How much damage Michael had done to him this time around.

"We're almost there...where-ever there is." You soothed softly to the still figure in the back. Blinking away the tiredness that had come crashing in as the adrenaline wore off. The car made a noise and you noticed the light had come on for fuel, swearing and running a hand through your hair before spotting a sign for a motel, indicating and pulling in so that you could hopefully get a room and some place other than the car to fix it all. You needed a shower. And sleep. You needed a lot of things if you thought too hard about it.

But the seemingly dead body, to all intents and purposes, was the priority.

Getting out of the car, parking it in the shadows near the back of the building. You dusted yourself off and managed to find a thick coat that Evan had stuffed on top of a box. Shrugging it on to hide any form of blood, dirt or other unpleasantness from prying eyes as you padded towards the office. Your feet hurt. You hurt. But it was so close at that point, you somehow found the energy to push open the door and smile cordially at the tired looking middle-aged man behind the desk.

"Can I have a room please? Preferablly near the back of the property, I don't want to move my car." You spoke softly, feeling yourself recoil at the slightly lecherous grin the man gave you as he looked you over, swallowing back the shudder that would have otherwise ripped through your body.

"Sure you can, little lady. It's usually ten dollars a night, but I can do a discount for something sweet like you." Grinning as he pulled out a form and a pen, scribbling over it to correct to the new price of five-dollars a night. "But as long as you promise to call me." He said, tapping the phone number listed for the reception and underlining it for you before turning the paperwork your way.

"Sure. I can do that." Something in your stomach dropped as you signed a fake name with a flourish. Choosing to use a different last name rather than a different first name, in case you forgot what you had used and zoned out around the man who looked at you like fresh meat.

And not in the way you were beginning to enjoy from those intense grey eyes behind the gold wore aviators.

Placing ten dollars down on the counter, you took the keys quickly and headed back towards the room and the car. Heart pounding as you began to jog once out of sight. Identifying and unlocking the room before propping the door open, then the car. Sighing as you looked at the seemingly lifeless suit.

"Come on William. We're going a little further." The silence in reply, rather than a sarcastic comment, was almost deafening.

Wrapping your arms around his chest and under his arms again, you grunted as the weight moved slowly from the seat. Swearing as once he had moved enough, his heavy legs landed on you and slightly crushed one foot. Taking a few panting deep breaths and dragging him towards the open door, focusing on putting one foot after the other and making sure that you didn't fall and allow yourself to be crushed by the body nor the suit.

Finally, he was propped again the wall in the small, musty, yellow lighted room. The worn out pattern on the carpets and wallpaper making you wonder how many people had passed through before you.

Sitting on the bed, you needed a moment to gather your breath and your thoughts. You weren't sure you'd even been thinking when you dragged him out of the building.

You could have been free.

But you weren't and there was no point dwelling on something you could have done when you had things to do. William needed your help, and you sure weren't going to let him forget it when he crawled out of that suit.

Standing up again, the bags from the car were soon moved in, locking William inside as you tucked the collar of your coat against the rain and shoved your hands into your pockets. Throwing a blanket over the backseat of the car temporarily to hide the blood and scuff marks that you knew you should clean before heading off into the night.

Luckily, the town you'd ended up in seemed to have what you were looking for. You weren't religious, but praying seemed appropriate as the neon and white lights came into view and cast long shadows over your face. There was no time to think however, as you kept to the parts where the lights couldn't reach and out of the judgement of the glaring red cross above the building's main entrance.

It was appropriate that your heart pounded in your chest so fast, watching several vans and cars drive past, some of which marked as donation cars. Probably heading towards the next blood drive to get set up for the morning. You couldn't help the guilt that gnawed at your chest as you crept forwards, looking for one of the refrigerated trucks that would probably be your best bet to get ahold of a lot of blood for William.

Voices made you pause. Loud and laughing as you slunk forwards in the shadows. Heart pounding wildly in your chest as you spotted two workers smoking near the open garage door, a truck parked inside and opened at the back, revealing rows of bags all lined up on hooks. The stopper at the end to prevent them falling off during transit was removed from the bottom most one you could see, glancing between the workers and the truck, you decided to take your chance.

As you sprang forwards and grabbed what you could before darting off in a different direction, you heard the alarmed shout. You didn't look back. Couldn't look back. The rough and unfamiliar ground threatened to turn you and your ill gotten spoils over and even though the voices faded out quickly, your ears still strained against the wind to see if they pursued.

Your lungs burnt in the cool air, heart pounding loudly in your ears as you found yourself back at the motel, finally looking back to see if you had been followed. The bags in your arms warming slightly due to your body heat, making you hurry inside to put them in the mini-fridge so that they wouldn't spoil. They may have been stolen, but you weren't planning on pulling such a stunt anytime soon.

Keeping one packet out, you gently tapped the yellow springlock head, hoping to hear any sounds of life inside.

Nothing.

With a sigh, and some caution, you slipped your fingers inside the mouth, between the chunky foam teeth and prizing it open slowly. Glancing bloodied skin and the smell of iron and raw meat making you gag slightly as you could make out a stubbled cheek, metal rods passing through the cheek and causing unknown damage to him.

You hoped it hadn't been death throes you'd seen earlier.

Releasing the jaw carefully, you picked up the bag besides you and tore a small hole with your canine, swallowing back your disgust as the thick, metallic liquid poured across your lip, trying to press the bag inside the suit mouth and to his lips. Praying that William would swallow. Something. Anything.

Nothing again.

Bracing yourself, you knew you'd have to work to give him a chance at survival. Grimacing and gagging as you brought the bag of blood back up to your lips, sucking softly and eyes watering as it coated your mouth and tongue. Trying to ignore the rising bile as you prized open the suit mouth again and pressed your head inside carefully.

It wasn't how you imagined a kiss with William might go. If you could even class it as a kiss at all. His lips were cold, chapped and clamy to the touch almost. Using your tongue to force apart his lips and tipping his head and body so that you could pass the blood from your mouth to his.

You missed the first movement. The second however caught you off guard, feeling the cold lips beneath yours parting and letting the blood fall in, weakly sealing around your tongue and you could feel the weak tug as if he tried to suck the blood off of it.

Heart racing, you pulled back and repeated the motion. Ignoring the front of your t-shirt and his suit becoming soaked as you feverishly tried to keep up the bloody kisses.

He was going to live.

And he was certainly going to owe you when he came back to you.

#william afton #springtrap #steve raglan #william afton x reader #fnaf movie #steve raglan x reader #springtrap x reader #william afton smut #william afton x you #fnaf x reader #vampire william afton

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my-writings-and-musings · 1 year

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I've completely fallen for Earthspark Bumblebee so please have some headcanons of him developing a crush on a human reader I've dubbed Homesteader!Reader.

Look at him he's so pretty can you blame me

You're a neighbor of the Maltos, so it was really only a matter of time before some of the chaos started bleeding over onto your adjacent property, which occurred when a Decepticon tried an attack on the family home and was chased into your barn seeking cover. Thankfully you were saved by the apologetic family, and after some explaining and a promise to repair the damage you happily agreed to be in on the secret.

Being quite friendly and eager to explore more of the world beyond their home, the young Terrans often come over to visit, and they bring their mentor with them more often than not. Bumblebee makes sure you're okay with them dropping by, and you confess to enjoying the company with how little you usually receive. The two of you start to talk each time he's nearby with the kids, and find you get along quite well.

He always visits as a chaperone for the kids until one day he visits by himself, and when you ask where they are he claims that they have the day off so he wanted to help you with chores. He helps with anything you'll let him do (and is quite enthusiastic about doing so) This continues and the two of you quickly become very good friends.

Eventually he's swinging by every day, though he always has a reason for doing so, offering his help with anything you might need. Even after he helps you finish everything on your to-do list, he simply can't admit the constant visits are solely because he wants to see you, so he comes up with other reasons to visit. Some of the excuses get a little silly, especially as he gets steadily more flustered in your presence whilst putting together a very unconvincing story of a possible Decepticon stowing away in your barn. You're initially baffled by this behavior until his students can't stand it any further and break the ice by taking you aside and informing you that the entire Malto family has figured out he has the BIGGEST crush on you.

When you privately address this with Bee he's BEYOND flustered, alternating between denial and deflection before he admits he really likes spending time with you and may have developed some feelings… Of course you're free to not feel the same way, he doesn't want to pressure you, and he understands it's beyond weird considering he's so different from you… It takes a minute for you to cut through his rambling and reveal you actually feel the same way, and another minute longer for him to actually process the revelation.

When he does? He's as happy as you've ever seen him, and he very enthusiastically asks for permission to pick you up to talk at optic level. He wants to know how long you've felt the same way, wants to tell you how long he's been hoping for this, wants to gush about how happy he is now… For a mech who's usually quite reserved, it's a display that's beyond adorable, especially when he keeps talking well into the night.

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Sir, really random question, but Wich one of your Yans would have the worst reaction to reader dying?

All of them would be pretty harsh, but let's Speedrun some of the worst. (Heavy Angst. Implied cannibalism for Liu. Implied suicide for a few others)

Marshmallow Milk would fall into such a deep state of denial they would go to sleep and never wake up again, living on with you forever in their dreams

If you were killed rather than dying of natural causes, Mono would hunt for your killer and conduct inhumane experiments on them to try and bring you back. It's likely the ai/android they've been working on for when your time came is incomplete and they'll never have the chance to perfect it. The memories you shared, the notes you leave behind. It's not enough. The finished product always wrong - imperfect. A failure....just like them.

Liu either loses what little grasp of humanity they have, or steals your face and lives out their life as you. If you have a bucket list they'll do everything in the order they're listed and importance. They eat the foods you liked - forcing themselves to replace certain ingredients with human meat when their stomach can't handle the human meals anymore. Those are the nights they remember who they really are. When they remember you're gone. Liu would preserve your body for as long as they could, but at the first sign of decay they have one final meal with you. Their lack of emotions lead to them devouring you whole, but for some reason - they could never eat your heart.

As with Mono, Selene would be unable to cope if your death was not by natural cause. She blames herself the entire time - ghosts of her past and present haunting her for as long as she remained on this earth - without you.

With Daina, you'd likely die at the hands of some slasher while making your escape. She's the final girl, she'll survive, but her heart won't. Daina kills your attacker in the gorest bloodbath possible and when all's said and done she'll turn their machete on herself - waking up in the hospital a week later as the sole survivor.

V's only had one tragic loss in his life that he would count. His grandfather died on his birthday. The aunt that always sent him gifts died on her way to finally visit that faithful holiday. He was bummed, sure - but neither of those deaths mattered to him. Nobody's did, til the death of his beloved childhood friend and pet... and now you. Just like when his cat died right in his arms, V shuts down. He didn't cry then, and he won't now; but his eyes sting everytime he blinks.

He can't look at his computer. He'll think back on all the days you asked him to get off and go for a walk or decide on dinner with you instead. He can't sleep in his bed. He'll remember the first night you held him and he told you he... he... Oh, God. He never told you that did he? Not as often as he should've. Idiot. V sleeps the days away on the floor, clinging onto the only thing of yours that doesn't make him want to put a gun to his head. Your pillow. Even K drops her attitude and tries to get him to eat or even sit up for a while, but he never does.

The Rubik Cube Yans would never know peace again. If you're still breathing they'll probably be able to save you, but either way they blame each other and it's complete hell. White has to front as Blue is too emotionally shattered to go near you without crying so hard they get a headache, Yellow has used up all the bandages in their home and keeps ordering more, Red has probably cause a lot of property damage, and Green aiming to lock you in their basement never to see the light of day again

Pin hates themselves even more. They hate they weren't born a healer or even with the power of creation so they can't bring you back. Pin preserves your body as well and by the mercy of their creator their abilities are able to keep you well for centuries. They stop making dolls of their own and only make them in their imagine. They throw on the body they first met you in and have tea parties and pretend weddings with your dolls. They're never seen outside this body again as behind that smiling face is nothing but a repulsive, pathetic, cowardice creature that couldn't do the simplest job and keep their love safe

Amyas straight up just dies...or becomes an heartless abomination bent on destroying the very idea of love as humans know it... Or an incubus.

Ventri would never be able to detect themselves from the puppet they made of you, and only uses your voice from then on. Overtime their impression loses it's accuracy and the day it loses every hint of you is the day they never speak again

#yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere #yandere oc #yandere blurb #male yandere #female yandere #yandere angst

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ambermotta · 5 months

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How to not Kill your Crystals — Crystal Safety

How often have you looked up online and saw "to cleanse your crystals, use moonwater!", or "bury your crystals!"?

And how often did you hear of someone whose crystal ended up bleached, or entirely dissolved? (I'm looking at you, selenite)

Long post ahead but it's worth it, I promise

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Introduction

There are many methods of cleansing and charging crystals, but what beginner witches and pagans may not realize is that not every method is appropriate for every crystal.

While some methods are generally more harmless than others, if you don't know some of your crystal's basic properties, you might end up damaging them or even yourself!

So in this post I'll go through some general considerations and then list some cleansing & charging methods: the failproof, the ones you have to consider crystal safety, and the possibly harmful ones. Lastly, I'll list what you should NEVER do with your crystals.

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So what's wrong with Moonwater?

There is nothing wrong with moon or sun energy itself. What can be dangerous is Water and Sunlight. It's all about physics and chemistry.

Water

Some crystals dissolve or release toxic chemicals in water. Some examples are Selenite & and Desert Rose (which is a type of Selenite), and Hematite. That means you should never leave them near water, humidity, wash them, or put them inside any elixirs.

Sidenote on elixirs: if you are going to ingest any type of water that has been in contact with crystals, you MUST do a through research to make sure they don't release ANY chemicals in the water.

Plus you can infuse water with crystal energy without them touching the water.

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The Sun

As for Sunlight, it can bleach your crystals and alter the coloration over time. The heat can also greatly damage them! An example of crystals that shouldn't be exposed to the sun is quartz. Pretty much all kinds, including amethyst and citrine.

Fun fact: burned amethyst clusters are very often sold as citrine. They have a burned yellow/brown/orange aspect to them, like in this image.

Real citrine has lighter yellow and orange tones.

burned amethyst – fake citrine

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Fail proof Cleansing & Charging

Nothing can go wrong with them when it comes to crystal safety. The worst that can happen is performing them poorly, which could affect cleansing and charging effectiveness.

Smoke

There's no way to go wrong here. You can light an incense or burn herbs of your choosing, pick up a crystal, and cleanse them with the smoke. You can use energetic herbs such as rosemary to charge them.

Tip: You can choose the herbs and incense based on your stones properties! (For example, use a fiery herb to charge a fiery crystal)

Sound

There are many ways to go about this. Singing bowls, affirmations, vocal singing, bells, prayer, chanting, galdr (rune chanting), calming and uplifting music...

Choose your sound, cleanse your space, set your intention, and let Sound do its job. If you are going to charge the crystals yourself using a method such as chanting to your stones, cleansing yourself first and having a ritualistic setup would be nice. It can help you focus and make sure you will only send positive energies to your crystals.

Reiki and Energy work

Absolutely no way to go wrong. Reiki is a wonderful cleasing/charging method.

You would have to be initiated in order to do Reiki, but if you can't afford that, any kind of energy work and energy manipulation will do. Just make sure to prepare yourself beforehand and focus on what you are doing.

You can use tools to help in energy manipulation, such as an athame or wand.

Water Glass Cleansing

You are NOT going to put your crystals INSIDE the water glass. That's why this is a safe cleansing method.

Fill a glass of water and set your intentions for the water to absorb all negativity from your crystals, then leave your stones & crystals near your glass of water for a few hours.

It is preferable to use a transparent glass. It doesn't have to be, but it is better. I also wouldn't recommend plastic of any kind.

Once you are done, dispose of the water, thanking it for its help, and wash the glass before using it again.

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Consider Crystal Safety with These

They are commonly believed to be harmless (and that's mostly true), but give them some thought anyway. I will explain why.

Immersing in Salt

Salt has strong cleansing properties. You can fill a small bowl with enough salt to bury your crystals and leave them there for a few hours to a day. You could also use salt water the same way.

Why be careful?

Salt can trigger chemical reactions in some crystals. I'm mainly talking about salt water, but just to be safe, it might be best to have caution with solid salt as well.

Burying in Earth

Burying crystals (especially if close to a plant or tree) is a popular cleansing/charging method. After all, they came from the earth! Who else could take better care of them?

You can leave your crystals buried outside for a few hours to a day and let the planet do its job.

Why be careful?

If you are going to leave crystals outside beneath the earth, you shouldn't have to worry about the Sun. It is WATER that you should worry about.

If it rains, the water will reach your crystals. If want to bury non water-safe crystals, make sure rain won't get to them.

Tip #1: Don't forget where you buried them

Tip #2: An alternative to burying outside is to bury crystals on your household plant's pot. You can even match the plant's own properties to the energy you want to work on your crystal.

Moonlight Bath

Not moon water, just moonlight. Just let your crystals bask in moonlight... It is almost failproof.

Why be careful?

I say it's almost failproof because it can only fail if you forget your crystals outside until the sun is out, or until it rains.

If you think you are prone to forgetting to collect your crystals before the sun shines, do this early in the night and set an alarm to collect your crystals in a few hours.

Tip: you can still cleanse and charge with Moon energy even if the weather is not favorable. Just be careful with rain.

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Possibly Harmful Methods

For these, you NEED to know your crystals before you do them. Especially the ones involving water and heat, you should take into consideration your own health due to possible chemical releases!

Sun charging

While it can be great to have sun energy on some of your crystals, this is one of the unsafest methods for the crystals. A lot of them will bleach, change color and even crack after prolonged sunlight exposure. If you're leaving crystals in the Sun, I suggest you leave them out for no more than an hour.

Also, watch out for weather changes if you have a crystal that is not waterproof.

Sidenote: if you have crystal necklaces, remember you might also accidentally expose them to sunlight and rain when you wear them outdoors.

Sun water

Can't have your crystals in the Sun, but it's a fire crystal so you would like it to be charged with sun energy?

If they are water safe, make some sun water, fill a bowl with it, and let your crystals sit in it for a few hours.

Moon water

As long as your crystal is waterproof, it should be fine. Just fill a bowl with moon water and let your crystals be for a few hours.

If you don't know if your crystals are water safe, it's best not to risk it.

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Never Ever...

... Expose your crystals to intense heat

No candles, no hot water, no intense sunlight. Not only you will very likely damage your crystal, intense heat and burning of crystals can release toxic fumes.

... Use chemicals to clean crystals

No soaps, alcohol, detergents, salts, etc. They might trigger chemical reactions when in contact with some crystals. So unless you know exactly what you're doing, keep these away from them.

... Touch dissolved crystal water

If you put your crystal in water and a chemical reaction happened, it's best to not touch the water. It could cause skin irritation and intoxication.

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Conclusion

Sometimes we leave crystals outside so that they can be bestowed Nature's blessings, and we forget about them. It happens, as do all accidents.

But you can avoid a lot of damage (yours and theirs) by simply studying about them before submitting them to anything that could be potentially harmful.

Remember your crystals need a lot of love and care, and that goes for their physical care, too. They are unique because of their physical and chemical properties as well, not just spiritual ones.

Thank you for reading and love your crystals!

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Kitchen Witch Essentials

I want to preference this by saying your priorities of tools for your craft will vary as you get more experienced. If you get more into baking, you may choose to invest in a kitchen mixer. If your path goes more down drinks, you might want to get a French press. This list is for those starting out or looking to maintain general witchy cooking. Nothing on this list is mandatory, so don't feel like you need to go spend money just because it's on this list.

This list will also assume you have general kitchen stuff, like pots, pans, and knives. You may not have everything, but you have enough to cook.

Wooden Spoon

If for whatever reason you don't have a wooden spoon, and you want to do kitchen magic, I strongly recommend you go and get one. You can get them at any store that sells Kitchen Utensils, including the dollar store.

For some kitchen witches, the wooden spoon is like a magic wand. Allowing the witch to direct energy. Personally, I just enjoy using natural materials whenever I can. Also, it's just such a useful tool to have when cooking. You can stir your food on stove top, and since it's made of wood you don't need to worry about damaging non stick surfaces. If you're boiling pasta, stirring with a wooden spoon helps get rid of the foam overboil. You can also just leave the spoon over the pot to prevent pasta water overboiling. Baking bread? Flip the spoon around and use the handle to bring the dough together.

Some people choose to add sigils or other symbols onto their witchy spoons. If you decide to do this, please do not use paint or stain, as this can come off while cooking. Unless this will be a display only spoon, of course. Safest way is to laser burn a design. Check etsy for custom spoons.

Herbs/Spices you know the properties of

I'm sure you already have some non perishable Herbs or Spices in your pantry or spice rack. Black Pepper, Garlic powder, Cinnamon, Paprika, that kind of thing. I want you to pick one and deep dive into the history of that Herb/Spice. What it's been used for in the past, what are some common magical properties and associations; what do YOU associate with it. Write down the magical association, like protection, banish negativity, prosperity, ect. Start with one, work your way up to three. If you have trouble memorizing, keep a little cheat sheet near by.

Now when you add these seasonings, you know what energies you can add/attract with your food.

Mortar and Pestle

If you already have another way to grind spices, like a coffee grinder, this does not need to be a priority. And if you have arm or shoulder issues, I don't recommend using. The main benefit to using a mortar and pestle is the crushing style of grinding tends to release more aroma and flavor then the cutting style of a coffee grinder. If you plan to just use for dry spices, you won't need a very big or fancy one. 20 dollars should get you something small and solid.

Make sure you are getting one made of stone. I tried a wooden one and it's garbage. I use it to hold messy spoons. There are also metal ones, and while I've never tried one, I encourage caution. I worry about long term use stripping whatever coating is stopping it from rusting.

Jars

Glass Jars are so great to have in the kitchen. Leftover sauce? Put it in a jar. Suddenly made a jam? We got jars to put it in. Meal prep overnight oats? Jars are here for you! They're just great for storage. And you don't need to buy them. Lots of things come in jars; just give them a hot soapy soak, scrap the label off, wash and reuse. If you prefer mason jars, I recommend washing the lids by hand. The lids aren't meant to be reused for jarring, so they rust fairly quickly after a few washes. You can buy replacement lids, however.

Plastic Containers

Jars are great, but things get a little dicey when you want to put stuff in the freezer. Water likes to make sure everyone knows it's cold by puffing up bigger; like look at me, I'm freezing here! Which means, there's a chance your glass jar can shatter.

But freezing food is the best way to preserve food since you don't need to add anything like extra salt or sugar. So get some freezer safe containers. I love making batches of broth and stock, and freeze it for later. Or if we have a lot of leftovers, I'll freeze enough for a dinner another week, incase I don't have enough spoons to make dinner one evening. And don't worry, you can wash and reuse plastic containers too.

I'll also freeze food I notice is starting to go weird. If I buy a huge bag of baby spinach, but can't get through it all, I'll transfer it to a freezer bag. Adding frozen spinach to food as it cooks is one of the easiest ways to up your nutrients. You can also freeze other vegetables, just make sure you cut them up first.

Crock Pot/Slow Cooker

Every Witch Needs a Cauldron, and these are Electric Cauldrons. Prices vary mainly based on the size you want. There are different brands, different colors; you can even get some in the theme of your favorite fandom. But they all have the same 3 core settings: High, Low, and keep warm.

Slow cookers are....well, slow. Which is great for certain kinds of food that need to sit for a long time, like meats. But it's also great for Kitchen Witches with a lot going on. Non witches will "Set it and forget it" but it's a good idea to stir every once in a while. Which is where the magic comes in. So, if you're a scatter brained Witch, Like me, or have ADHD and have trouble focusing, an electric cauldron might be for you. Throw everything together in 15 minutes, then give it love and attention when you remember. Normally that happens when you start to smell the food.

Again, this is my preference. Some Kitchen Witches I know prefer to identify a specific pot as their cauldron. Some went and got an actual full size, cast iron cauldron; which is amazing but not feasible for most. I grew up using a slow cooker, so I'm very comfortable around one. But if it's not your thing; that's fine. Maybe your cauldron will be a rice cooker or a Boston Shaker.

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