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sh1-n0bu · 1 year

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♡︎ 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙠’𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙤𝙧 ♡︎

anon asked: Soo I saw you take requests even for npc's so I figured I'd shoot my shot or whatever though I know you have a lot of asks so if this stresses you out don't worry about it but the fatui pyro agents? The fucker with the fire knives? Yeah that bitch? I firmly belive someone should fuck him till he crys and begs to cum

characters: sub!fatui agent x nb!dom!reader

warnings: overstimulation, orgasm denial, begging, dacryphillia, “master” kink, hair pulling, exhibitionism, degrading, size kink, dumbification, creampie, cock can be interpreted as a strap on!

notes: nobu back in her horny era! on today’s post we have, fucking an npc stupid! repost bc tumblr can’t win against me

how did it come to this? with the strong, reliable, capable agent being railed stupid as his supposed next target keeps his salacious sobs and cries of pleasure silent with their bigger hand, the other holding his leg up. pushing it up further and further into an impossibly hard angle as he claws at the doors of northland bank.

a mewl slips out of his mouth as his target slips their hand off of their mouth, instead opting to keep him up by fisting at his short, grey locks. the tears that were welling in his eyes starts to fall as a drool slips from his lips and down to the floor. legs shaking as his hips weakly, pathetically twitched back to meet up with your thrusts.

“maah-! master! please!! not-noT HEREE MNGGH!♡︎♡︎” biting down on his already bruised and bleeding lips, the agent lets out another sob as he felt his orgasm approaching.

everything felt too much but so little at the same time. he wanted more. more of your cock, more of your cum, more more more!!

the fatuus felt your cock split him open. veiny, long girth breaking him apart as the tip harshly kissed his prostate over and over again. archons, he didn’t even know something like that existed until you forcibly pushed him inside one of the empty rooms of his workplace and had your way with him.

he wanted it, he craved it - no. he needed it.

needed to be fucked by you until his mind breaks, leaving behind nothing but the delicious feeling of your strap forcing him open over and over.

needed to hear you call him degrading names as tears fall from his eyes. sobbing and keening loudly, unable to form any sentences. not even a single plea to save himself and his pride.

needed to trash around as you placed a hand over the bump on his stomach. pushing on the growing bulge of your cock and cum mixed together as he writhes against the wall, sliding down more and more as your large hands on his waist leaves bruises.

needed it as you forced him not to cum again as the strap pours another large amount of cum into his gaping hole. almost falling down to the floor if it wasn’t for your strong arms keeping him up.

needed to beg. whine, wail, keen as you wrap a hand around the angry tip of his cock, placing your thumb over his dripping slit as he begged you in a heap of mess. trying to get the blinding feeling of finally cumming.

“mas-! master!! maste-anngh haah mmph♡︎♡︎!! please? pleasepleasepleaseplease-♡︎♡︎!!” another orgasm denial as you force his smaller body flush against the wall while still continuing to pound into his hole.

the fatuus’ leg shook horribly, standing on his tiptoes as you forced his walls to get used to your size, to remember your shape, to carve every little detail into his mind, into his body. into his prostate.

“you’re not gonna cum haah fuck- until i allow you to. got it, slut?” whispering in a hoarse voice next to his ear, you continued to pound into his sensitive spots. not even caring that the amount of cum you forced him to take dripping down his shaking thighs. some even dripping down to the floor, mixing with his tears and drool.

“yes-! yes master! master! master! my master♡︎♡︎♡︎!!” drunkenly blabbering about some random gibberish, the agent let out another whine as your seeds filled him up again. the skin of his stomach stretching more and more as if his body craved your cum.

finally feeling satisfied with how much you filled him up, you stood up straight to look at the beautiful art you created out of him.

trembling body flush against the wall as his hands desperately clawed at the stone, legs barely holding himself up only thanks to your help. large amount of cum gushing and slipping out from around your strap, dripping down, staining the perfect, wooden floor of the bank.

what a perfect toy you found for yourself.

slipping yourself out, you ignored his babbles about sex drunken shit before pulling out a toy from your bag - a butplug.

fingering the cum back into his fluttering hole, you plugged him close with the toy. a lewd shlick! coming out followed by the agent’s sobs.

“keep them all inside until our next meeting okay, my slut?” giving a warning squeeze to his still shaking thighs, a cruel grin spread across your face as he nodded dumbly.

maybe you should do this to him more often.

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sinning-23 · 1 month

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Twice the Fun (Zoro x Reader x Sanji)

Because i need them both in a way that is concern to feminism and they could literally do whatever they wanted to me (respectfully) ahem. This ones for my sick, freak, nasty, touch-starved bitches It's really just prn with A LITTLE plot yall and a little more attention to detail.

18+ DUH?!

Warnings: Tagteam, creampie, gagging, choking, biting, scratching, p in v, unprotected, degradation, teasing, praising, spanking, double penetration (holy shit this is a lot even for me lol)

Hope yall enjoy (smut is a bit of a specialty of mine)

PART 2 HERE

Ps. PLEASE EXCUSE ANY SPELLING ERRORS!

What were you truly meant to do? Turn down the pair to try and make yourself look like less of a slut than you really were? Well, slut was kind of harsh. We'll say, more sexually inclined.

Yeah, that sounds classier.

Anyway, when Sanji and Zoro approached you in a more physical than verbal way, you couldn't decide whether or not you should say no to try and keep up an image they already saw past, or simply let them Eiffel Tower you. How the hell did you end up in this predicament in the first place???

___3 days ago___

You sigh, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you nudge the man beside you. You didn't quite care if he woke up or not, you'd just go to your other 'friends' room to fulfill your insatiable need for dick...and love and affection...but of course, Sanji didn't know that...and neither did Zoro and hell you'd like to keep it that way.

Perfectly balanced...sorta. Part of you feels bad though, you do love him...and Zoro too but damn it you just had to have them both. And with the way that two bicker and act like they can't stand each other, there was a fat chance you'd get your wish.

You nudge Sanji again, pressing soft kisses to his temple, and brushing his hair out of his face. He stirs, eyes slightly opening to reveal a set of lovely blues.

"Good morning. Pussy put you to sleep?" You tease, seeing him smile in recollection of the events of the night prior.

"Its not nice to tease." He groans, sitting up on his elbows and forearms to kiss your lips.

Its sweet, your heart stuttering with guilt. You know he loves you but this whole thing was supposed to be no strings attached. You pull away, noticing a brief hurt behind those eyes you just stared so lustfully into hours ago.

"Hurry up, youve got breakfast to make and I'm pretty sure someones getting a bit suspicious. You chuckle, pointing to the alarm clock.

He swears, shuffling a bit faster to find his briefs, dress pants, and shirt in a hurry. He doesnt forget to kis your temple before he leaves though.

"Come to my room again tonight, yeah?" He asks, and you nod. How could you not?

When you're sure he's long gone, you hide your face in your palms, groaning deeply before gazing into the mirror. Shit...he marked you up worse than before. You roll your eyes, that funny butterfly feeling filling up your stomach again. Damn him for making you love him. This wasn't the first time you'd have to cover up hickeys and it wouldn't be the last.

Your shoes echo down the hall a bit as you pass zoro's room now, curiosity getting the best of you. You crack the door open and there he is, pulling on that same old tan shirt over that damn gorgeous body.

"Good morning." You hum, slipping in and closing the door behind you.

He doesn't respond back, only nods in your direction. Zoro was more...blunt with these things. He thought he'd almost gotten perfect at hiding how he was feeling from you, but you had already clawed your way up and over the walls he put up. Essentially you could see right through him.

Before he can protest about you not knocking, you've got your arms around him in a hug, one he definitely needed seeing as he missed your touch far more than he would admit out loud. In his head, you were his girl. All his. He knew it wasn't true, this...whatever this was, being nothing more than a beneficial friendship. You weren't really his and it tore him up inside. He knows he loves you, but damn it if he admits it.

"Missed me? I see that look in your eyes Roro." You tease, knowing the nick name bothers him in th best way.

"I wish you would quit calling me that." He responds, letting his arms wrap around you to return the embrace, his chin resting atop your head. He needed you bad.

"Coming here tonight? Or do I have to drag you from your quarters to mine?" He smirks, making you laugh and bury your face in his chest. Gods he loved your laugh.

"How could I not?" You respond, swallowing a bit hard, knowing you were wrong for that.

Double booking a dick appointment was a big NO-NO. This leaves too much opportunity for one to find out about the other. But in hindsight, would that really be so bad? You wanted and loved them both, and being sneaky was starting to weigh on your conscience despite not being in an actual relationship with either of them.

"You alright?" He asks, cupping your face with his free hand. You drank up moments like these, it was truly a privilege to see the softer side of Zoro.

You nod, kissing him quick before making your leave.

The rest of the crew is already up and working on odds and ins of the ship. You managed your end of the chores, first mopping, then tying knots, and lastly laundry. You chatted with Nami, hoping a village is coming up soon but no luck.

Damn, the day had really gotten away from you. The sun was already setting and your heart sank to the pit of your goddamn stomach. It's sunset...which means night is right around the corner...

Oh fuck.

You scramble off the front deck and head straight to your quarters, skillfully dodging both Sanji and Zoro, who you had managed to have run into each other instead of you. Bad idea, because if you knew anything about Sanji, it's that he had a funny way of letting things slip rather sneakily. And if you knew anything about Zoro, its that he would easily catch a slick comment, and match it.

You lock your door, pacing back and forth in hopes of coming up with a plan. The truth? Yeah maybe tell the truth! You swallow your pride, taking a deep breath, only to head a kock at your door. Oh god. Your hands tremble, that sickly nervous feeling seeping into your pores. Its hot in here.

"Hey honey, um, how about we reschedule to tomorrow?" Sanji hums, something...off in his tone.

You pull the door open, that same facade over your face. You swallow, nodding at him in response.

"I see. I mean yeah we can. Something come up?" You ask, eyes shifting all over. You can bring yourself to keep direct contact with him and damn he can tell. You could've sworn that you saw someone turn the corner...was that Zoro. Nevermind that. Apparently, Sanji had said something to you but you hadn't heard it you were panicking so damn much.

"Uhh sure. You okay?" He questions, more smug than anything. He knows...

__2 days ago___

It was far too quiet for your liking. Sanji seemed to avoid you...and so did Zoro. Well, not really avoid you. In all honestly you were paranoid and reading into everything. You had FABULOUS intuition so when the energy was out of wack it went straight to your head.

They know. They have to. There's no way they don't. The two of them had gotten a lot bolder you noticed. It was all so clear to you. They were...competing almost. Zoro would leave his hand on your hip, and Sanji would roll his eyes. Sanji would pull your hair up into a ponytail to keep it out of your face when you were cleaning? Zoro would scoff and move on.

Okay, so they definitely knew. Now they were playing the "She likes me more game." That was the least of your concerns. If anything you were drinking up the attention. What you really wanted to know, was how they had found out about each other...the ship is small so that doesn't help the situation.

Today, you managed to find yourself in the kitchen while both your blonde and green-headed sneaky links were ALSO in the vicinity. You swallow hard, bidding them a good day whilst making your way to the fridge, which Sanji usually keeps locked up otherwise Luffy would get in it.

"Sanji, um, the key please." You ask, clearing your throat as the two seemed to watch your every move.

He smiles, stepping beside you, his hand trailing from your waist to the curve of your ass. He's grinning the whole time, his eyes cutting to Zoro before squatting down, using your leg as a means to steady himself to retrieve the well-hidden, key. His fingers dance over your thighs and inwards, just barely brushing over the crotch of your shorts. You yelp, tensing when Zoro gives a slight 'tch'

Sanji stands, plopping the piece of metal in your hand before returning to the stove from whence he came.

"Thanks." You rasp, fianlly feeling a pinh at ease before oepenign the fridge.

Too bad the peace only lasted for two seconds, becuse right when you had cracked it open, Zoro was already behind you, reaching for his desnated bottle of alcohol, his hand right at your waist, just where Sanji's had been.

Instead of squatting however, down to more or less 'politely' show ownership of you, Zoro opts to wind his hand back as far as possible.

SMACK

You yelp louder, steadying yourself agaisn the fridge as you moan at the sting. There was no doubt there was a bit of a mark again toyu melenated skin now. Zoro only grins, all too smug at Sanji's enraged expression.

"Thats it. You just have no sense of respect do you." Sanji argues, Zoro standing a bit taller now.

If you hadn't been squeezed between the two now, they'd surely be chest to chest. Your body is beginning to betray you, heat flooding your face and between your thighs. This wasn't about them. This was about you and who you liked more...They each wanted your attention. Rightfully so, I mean not only were you a sweetheart with a smart mouth but that mouth could do a lot more than just talk shit. And either one of them would be happy to accept death between your thighs.

"If you knew anythign at all, youd kne she likes a little desrespect." Zoro shoots back, your eyes widening.

"If you knew anything you'd know she likes being treated like a princess." Sanji scoffs.

"Lets not talk about me like im not here-"

You're cut off when they shoot that same look your way. A look you'd seen one to many times, bent over, facing a conveniently placed mirror...or wit your back against the matress, one of them over you while your legs cramp up from being so close to your chest.

Damn fr two guys who seemingly didn't 'get alog' they sure had a lot in common.

In the heat fo the argument, you slide pst the pair and out of the kitchen. Unfortunetly for you, a head of orage just happened to be outside and heard part of the last three statements.

"I dont even want to knw what or how you're gonna get out of this. Youll figure it out." Nami half encourages as you groan.

Is that what good pussy did to a mf? Start wars?! It blew your mind but you had less than a few seconds process to the situation. Before you could even realize what was happening, Zoro exited the kitchen and scope you up. And right behim him was a very serious, looking Sanji....

oh you’re so screwed.

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Authors note: HI YALLL ok so this one’s been sitting in the drafts for literally I wanna say a half a year now lmao uhhhhh let me know if you’d like to be tagged for pt.2 that’s where all the HOT SHIT HAPPENS! Anyway love you all! Drink water lol

#x reader #one piece #one piece live action #reader is black #i don't care he's hot #headcannons #one piece x reader #opla #smut #hes so hot #zoro one piece live action #roronoa zoro x reader #opla zoro #opla zoro x reader #sanji opla #black leg sanji #opla sanji x reader #sanji x reader #zoro x reader

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non-plutonian-druid · 3 months

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look guys i actually did some spirit designs

[ID: the Hargreeves' spirits in the Paranatural au - or at least, the five of them that are kids in this au.

Luther's is an ape that looks like his body from the comics. Diego's is a creature that looks a bit like a small porcupine. Allison's is a large snake with its mouth duct taped shut. Klaus' is a blue raccoon with three eyes and a pink tail, and Viktor's is based off of the White Violin from the comics, except its head transforms into reaching arms. End ID.]

sorry, the ID got REALLY long this time. that's a summary for anyone scrolling, theres a more detailed one under the cut!

[ID: Luther's spirit is labelled First Simian In Space: THE MARTIAN APE. He looks like the ape that supplied Luther's body in the comics, drawn in the paranatural style; blue, with one eye. He is wearing an astronaut helmet and sitting in a coin operated rocket ship that is much too small for it. He has transformed the world around him into a scifi martian landscape; cardboard standups with doors and lockers scribbled on them are the only indication of the real world. Luther is sprawled on the ground staring in shock, while the Martian Ape says "Y'know, you should totally just kill your dad".

Diego's spirit is a very small creature that looks a bit like a porcupine.

Panel 1: Diego holds his spirit in his hands and says, "So, what's your name?". His spirit responds "I am called..."

Panel 2: A caption appears; Projectile Extraordinaire: KRAKEN. The image is in full color, focusing on Kraken, which glowers cutely and shows off her spines.

Panel 3: The same shot as panel one, except Diego now looks very skeptical. He says "..." and then "Why." Kraken responds "It sounded cool."

Allison's spirit is a giant green snake coiled around a tree branch, with a pattern down his back that looks like open mouths.

The first two images are centered on Allison, who is scowling in both. Someone unseen says "It can force people to do things, honey!" and "It's too dangerous to leave you alone with it." and finally, "So we fixed it."

The final image is of the spirit. He is captioned Muzzled Mind Controller: THE RUMOR. His mouth has been duct taped shut. He does not look pleased.

Klaus' spirit is a blue raccoon with dark purple legs and a fluffy striped pink tail. It also has three eyes.

Panel 1: The large colored closeup of Klaus' spirit. It is captioned Mystical Conartist: THE SEANCE.

Panel 2: Klaus asks it "With a name like that, what's your power?" The Seance, its nose just high enough to fit into frame, replies, "Oh, I can sense ghosts"

Panel 3: Klaus looks supremely unimpressed. In the background, a ghost says "Hi" to Allison and Luther, and they say "Oh, hey" back.

Panel 4: Klaus asks, "Seriously?"

Panel 5: The Seance, viewed from above, says "Hey, I can sense them even when they're not visible! Like behind walls and stuff!"

Panel 6: The Seance adds "Also I can float." It is demonstrating, floating about eye level with Klaus and emitting a cloud of cyan spectral energy as it does so. Klaus looks more pleased with this and says "Okay, that one's pretty good."

Viktor's spirit is a Wight, a spirit so warped by rage and pain that it has permanently been changed, its spectral energy has become white, and has gained massive, devastating power. It looks a lot like the design of the White Violin in the comics, but it manifests too many or too few arms from where its head should be.

There are three images of it. In the first, it is kneeling. It has manifested six arms in varying degrees of completeness, and all of them look sad.

In the second, the matter of its head has split into many small pieces that almost look like parts of mouths, save for two clawing hands. It screams, in the Wight spirit language from Paranatural, WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME.

In the third, the largest, its knees buckle as it stands and manifests one reaching hand. It is captioned Violent White: THE WHITE VIOLIN. End ID]

#tua #the umbrella academy #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #uhhhh...#vanya hargreeves #?#thats definitely not viktor. and its not REALLY vanya either but it IS made to look like her #space boy #the kraken #the rumor #the seance #the white violin #i feel like those are all fair game #some notes in no particular order:#look i did a spirit language from the webcomic! literally the easiest one to make (and read) but still!#its called Wight Wail btw bc Paranatural is mostly puns by weight #omg guys should i do something where delores speaks in Cursed Words?#in order to speak cursed words you have to have killed people but. she deserves it #i accidentally made most of these just An Animal which is super boring of me. so designs might be revisited. but this is where we're at rn!#also after i finished lining almost all of them i wore out my wrist and have been waiting like a week for it to heal enough to draw #i can do most of the heavy lifting of coloring and shading left handed which helped stave off the boredom #but it still hurts and its been a week and i WANT TO BE DONE so i gave up on ever lining klaus' and colored the sketch i had #there was stuff i wanted to fix and change but... well nevermind doing that i guess lol #also hence the typed text instead of handwritten. i would have used the sketch text but that was ACTUALLY illegible #oh yeah also #i discovered on my review of the title cards for the spirits of Paranatural that they have descriptors on top of their names #and paranatural already has a white//wight thing going on with wights having white energy so i was like... lets lean into it.

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hansilandgretel · 1 year

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No Sweeter Innocence

Chapter One [2] [3]

cirrus x [fem] reader

Summary: You don't remember anything. You just remember the feeling of death, the ultimate calm that was on you. But you were cruelly torn out of that, being thrust into a world the exact opposite of how you were raised. You shouldn't be helping the Devil; the Devil is evil. But try as you might, these ghouls are making you feel finally at home and one certain ghoulette makes you feel secure. However, you can't help but feel like you have unfinished business with your past life. Maybe this new family can help you sort out your troubled thoughts.

Warnings: mentions of death, very much religious trauma, probably more but I can't think of any right now

You remember in great detail what it felt like to die. Your heart was racing as you tried to grip onto something, anything that could bring you back to the land of the living. The air was being ripped from your lungs and all the muscles in your body ached. You felt tension in your thighs and stomach as your vision clouded and you tried to gasp for air.

This is how I’m going to go? I haven’t had time to do anything! I’m only 19 and I've barely lived my life! I didn’t have time to repent, I didn’t have time to say goodbye. How could they just leave me to die?

Finally, your body stopped fighting and your brain stopped racing and your muscles stopped tensing. Everything was ethereally calm. You had never felt more serene and safe in your life and thought for a moment that maybe God had saved you. Maybe you had done what he asked, and he was happy with you for the first time in the past two years. You were just floating, at peace and tranquil. If this is what eternity was like you would have no complaints.

However, when you felt a tugging in your stomach- almost like a string had been wrapped around you and someone was yanking on it- you knew your own little slice of Heaven was too good to be true. You had no recollection of where you came from- only the warm feeling of where you were. But as you got pulled closer and closer to what seemed to be your destination you found it in your head that you hoped it wasn’t where you were.

You felt one final, stronger tug on you as you were thrown onto hard slabs, gasping as you took a breath. You pushed yourself up onto your knees and you coughed, feeling something stuck in your throat and blood come up. You cried out and scooted back, looking up when a handkerchief was thrust in front of you.

Candles lit up the room just enough to see the man in front of you, what looked like white paint on his face resembling a skull. Behind him were demons, or what you assumed to be demons. Was this a joke? Maybe you were sent to purgatory, and this is where God decided to place you. You would prove to Him that you didn’t belong here, you just wanted to be back in that serene place.

You screamed as you pushed yourself further back and hit a wall, glancing up you saw an altar. Upside down crosses and pictures of the devil adorned the wood and you sobbed and put your head in your knees. You felt something wrap around your legs and you slapped the intrusion. You yelped again as you felt a jolt of pain and realized that the intrusion was attached to your body. Glancing down at it you realized that it was a tail- one resembling a golden retriever’s tail. It stayed put around your legs like it was trying to protect you from the fear that you held.

“Little one, you do not need to be afraid,” you glanced up and saw the man with the painted face coming toward you. You felt a growl coming from your throat and you cried again, hating how you couldn’t control what your body was doing. The man bent down near you and touched your head and you clawed at his arm.

“Don’t touch me! Please don’t touch me, just leave me alone!” You covered your head with your hands. Your heart was racing, and your head was spinning, and you couldn’t think about anything but hiding. You wanted to find somewhere dark and secluded, away from these people. “Why would God send me here? Did I not do what I was asked? I tried my best. Why didn’t he accept that? Was I not good enough for Heaven that he would have to send me to Hell?”

You jolted at the feeling of a hand on your head, and growled as you began to claw at it again. This hand was connected to a different person, however, than the man with the painted face. The one who stared at you was a beefier- built person. You looked up at his face and saw his glowing yellow eyes and whimpered. A kind smile was resting on his lips.

“It’s okay, little one. You’re safe here with us.” He knelt down to you, and you growled as he tried to pry your hands off of your head. “We won’t hurt you.”

For some reason, you trusted this man. You didn’t know him and to be honest you didn’t want to know him, but the smile that graced his face and his soothing voice made your tail undo itself and start to wag.

“Oh, look there she is, I see that tail. My name is Aether. Can you tell me your name?”

You thought for a moment before shaking your head. “I can’t remember my name. Why can’t I remember my name?”

“It’s okay. None of us remembered our names when we came here either. We can find a name that suits you right in no time. Can you stand up for me?” You nodded, pushing yourself up onto your feet and felt a cool breeze across your body. Startled, you quickly cover yourself, embarrassed to be naked in front of these people.

“There’s no need to be coy little one, not here. Not with us. There is nothing wrong with your naked body. The Lord takes great pride in his creations, and he encourages us to show ourselves off,” glancing around to the voice you see that the face-painted man had spoken.

“For some reason I feel like the Lord you worship and the one that I do are two very separate beings. My Lord says that my body is a temple that should be only shown to my husband after marriage,” the words flowed out of your mouth before you could stop them, but you didn’t feel like much conviction was with them. Almost like you were convincing yourself of the words as you said them.

“Oh, so she had a little spunk to her. Maybe she is another fire ghoul?”

Ghoul? What is a ghoul?

“Shush Sodo, she doesn’t need to worry about that right now.”

“Look, Swiss-” Your eyes darted to the two bickering and your tail wrapped itself around your waist again.

“I would like some type of clothes, please,” you declared. “I realize that God may not want me, but I still am not comfortable being naked in front of people I don’t know.”

“Of course, little one. We had brought some clothes just in case of this. Cirrus, would you please bring those garments up?”

Your eyes moved to the movement in the room, a ghoul coming toward you. As they got closer your eyes traced her outline, admiring the swing of her hips and the gentle curve of her waist. As she got closer you felt your tail unwrap and start to wag. Embarrassed, you grabbed it, looking up at the ghoulette as she held out some clothes to you. She was breathtaking to look at, having stunningly blue eyes and curly red hair that was cut just at her ears. Freckles adorned her gray cheeks, and she didn’t miss the way that your eyes were admiring her.

“Hi,” you breathed out, taking the clothes and making you drop your tail, which immediately started wagging again. She laughed, which was probably one of the prettiest things you had ever heard.

“Hey, puppy,” she says, petting your hair. You let out a purr and the touch but immediately stepped back and controlled yourself. You were straight. These feelings are sinful, and a good Christian doesn’t have them. You downcast your gaze and your tail wrapped around your thigh, but still, you couldn’t feel like anything but glancing up for more of a view.

“You seem to have taken a liking to Cirrus, huh?” You hear Aether say.

“I’ve only taken a liking to her because there have only been men talking to me,” you try to reason with him, but he looks at you unconvinced. “It’s true!”

“Whatever you say,” he shrugs and turns back at the other ghouls.

“Don’t worry about him, his favorite thing to do is to tease the younger ones. But he does it lovingly, don’t worry,” you hear Cirrus whisper to you as Aether walks away, seemingly to reprimand the two ghouls who were still bickering.

“Now then,” the man with the painted face started. You put on the shirt and pants that you were handed as he talked. “If you all could introduce yourselves and show her around. Answer her questions and the like. Now I must go before Sister asks where I am.”

Turning to the other ghouls, they introduced themselves one by one. Mountain, Rain, Sunshine, Cumulus, Sodo, and Swiss. They seemed nice enough despite the bickering between the last two, but it made you a little more comfortable. It was like two brothers fighting over the last cookie.

“Why exactly am I here?” You asked, gripping your tail and stroking it up and down. You all had started to walk down the hallway, talking about this and that, them trying to get you more comfortable with looking at them and you trying to keep your distance. In the end it didn’t work as they all gathered around a door, leading to what looks like a living area with couches and more blankets and pillows than you think any group of people will ever need. Directly behind the largest couch was a cooking space and a large island table, looking like it could seat all of you. There were two halls on either side of the living space, seemingly leading to more rooms.

“That is a very loaded question. The simplest answer is to help us with being a band. But usually there is more to it than that. The Lord below saw something in you when you were alive and sought you out in the afterlife to live again. There was some unfinished business you had,” Sodo said as he jumped over the back of the couch and stretched across it, getting cozy.

“You mean the devil was watching me on Earth?” you asked incredulously.

“I mean of course, if the man upstairs can watch everyone why can’t Lucifer?” Swiss says, taking a hit off his vape and blowing it into the air. You crinkle your nose as a strong smell of blueberries hits you, but quickly you come accustomed to it. That was the first time you had ever heard anyone actually say the devil’s name since you got here.

“So, I am here to help you guys get more people to praise Satan?”

“In a way, yes. But Lucifer also wants you to finish what you started on Earth, one way or the other.”

“But I don’t know my life on Earth. All I remember is the calmness of death,” you tell them, squeezing your eyes shut and thinking hard. But nothing came to fruition. You shrugged and shook your head.

“Don’t worry puppy, it will come soon enough. For now, though, you need to rest. Let me show you your room, you have had a long day,” Cirrus said, grabbing your hand and her tail wrapping around your waist. Your heart raced at the contact, and Cirrus seemed to notice, a small smirk edging at the side of her mouth. You allowed her to pull you to your room as you took one final glance at the other ghouls behind you.

This was your life now, and you were sure as Hell going to at least try to live it to the fullest.

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“Love is the greatest loss anyone can experience”

Summary: you were a monster, you knew that but to survive you must claw you way up to victory leaving anyone who stops you dead. Your an assassin, you hunt,kill,and earn so you should’ve known trusting someone would lead you here

This is an assassin reader x assassin character

Small warning!: Betrayal,angst,no happy ending ect.

Small note!: I do use some lines from some very old show or podcast so if you do find the original please tell me so I can give credit <3 also this isn’t a request, I just wanted to do a self project again to help with my writers block hope you understand!

Fandom!: Any and all

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Your heels clanked against the marble floors of the mansion, god you absolutely hated this job so many lives you took for some pocket change but it was bearable with them around, their warm smile and the way their hand held you closer in some missions in fear for your safety. You thought maybe, just once in your pathetic life you’d have someone to care about and hold when your sad or scared. But reality is a cruel woman that doesn’t hold mercy or pity for anyone. So you should have known what you were getting into and what your inedible fate would be.

Your face stayed stone cold as your eyes took in every detail of the polished mansion. The white marble floors and walls were unbearably bright and overwhelming but you continued. You had a job- no this isn’t one of your other usual jobs this was a self hired mission. Your agency had nothing to do with this other then provide you the tools needed, finally you stopped in front of a brown wooden door. You hand slowly reached out to turn the knob before quickly darting back. Your knees shook as you body trembled and tears threaten to fall, but you held it together and softly placed your hand on the knob you knew this pitiful problem must come to an end

Finally after a few seconds you swung the door opened and quickly pulled out your pistol. “Y/n!! What a pleasant surprise! Come! Sit sit!” They said with that warm smile that use to bring you joy, but now only bitterness “stop it with the acts already, you fooled me once isn’t that enough?” You asked as you pointed your gun straight at their head “you fooled me, you made me believe you actually cared for my company, my agency. But no instead you ripped it apart with no hesitation no mercy” they said with a grim tone as they rested their elbow on the wooden polished desk and held their head in their hands “but no worries death will soon take you and make you pay for what you done” they giggled as they stood up tall “you know why I had to do it. It was a job to do and you can’t blame me for hurting you while not knowing” you said as your eyes focused on every movement they made “ah, yes yes so what your saying is I should forgive you?, I should take you in with open arms while the memory dances around my mind of my friends and families blood spilling on you? Hm? Should i forgive you after I watched you murder them all without a second thought?” They asked grinning and tilting their head to the side. You hand shook lightly as you face scrunched up in displeasure “I-I don’t - I didn’t-“ you started to stumble and stutter your words at the memory of the carnage “I had to! Your family, your agency were killing innocent people!” You said trying to steady your hand once more “your nothing but a monster! A monster in disguise” you spat out “a monster? If I’m a monster then your the devil himself” they said with a snarl “ have you never thought about the people you killed to claw yourself up to where you are? Haven’t you noticed the numbers of corpus you piled up? Have you no remorse to the people who were in the same position as you? Just following orders to earn ends meat, to live?” Their voice deepened as their eyes pierced your very being

“I’ve had enough of these games, you lied about your past to me and you’ve faked your love for me as well didn’t you” your lips trembled as you continued “I did what I was told, I had to kill to survive, I know I’m a monster that I can accept that and I have no place for calling you one but you and me know damn well you would have done the same” you said as you finally let the tears fall from your eyes “hm, I suppose your right, you’ve always been so smart” they sighed “but I didn’t lie to you about my love, at the beginning yes but I grew to love you, to adore you even, but I had people and family to revenge. And you were the target I did what I had to do to climb my way to my goal. You and I Y/n aren’t so different it seems maybe that’s why I fell for you” they said a frown appearing on their face. The grip on your gun only tightened “ENOUGH!” You screamed as the sound of the gun shooting rang around in the room

Their eyes widened as the bullet charged right through them. They stumbled back and fell back, you walked over pointing you gun at them “your time is up!” You said as you frowned watching them bleed out “then in my last words I love you y/n” they said knowing the pain those word would give you, but yet it was true they had really fallen for you and your beauty but life was cruel and made you paths tangle together in this disarray and misfortune “YOUR DETERMINED TO DIE WITH A LIE ON YOUR LIPS?!?” You yelled in frustration as another bullet was shot. They gasped as they coughed as spat out blood, they smudged the coughed blood on their lip before giving a weak soft smile “I-I love you y/n” they said before giving In to the dark arms of death, you only sobbed as you saw their body go limp “oh god”

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frogzzai · 9 months

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Pure

Overhaul x Quirkless!Reader

Send in requests I have no motivation :'( (I write for MHA, Creepypasta, Slashers, Demon Slayer, JJK, Harry Potter, Rick and Morty, Fantastic Beasts, Winx)

Warnings: Abuse (from family), Bullying, no pronouns mentioned/ no appearance or description of reader mentioned (I don't think?)

Being quirkless in this world wasn't easy, you were part of the minority of the population which led to all sorts of bullying. You weren't really sure why, the only life this effected was yours. You've endured this all your life so you didn't often let comments get to you, but everyone has moments of weakness.

Today had been a particularly nasty day with people bugging you left right and centre, all you wanted to do was go home and sleep it off, although, you knew that wouldn't happen straight away. Both your parents were well respected heroes, with powerful quirks. The rest of your siblings and most of your extended family had pro hero-worthy quirks. Except you. You were the anomaly, the one who brought shame to your bloodline. For a while, after realising you didn't have a quirk, your parents tried to keep it away from the publics eye, not wishing for their reputation to be ruined. See, your parents were the sort of 'heroes' who were only in it for the money. They didn't really care about saving others, that's why they had no problem berating you on the daily and getting physical.

This is why you decided to take an alternative route home, not sure if you'd bother going back at all. After a while, you realised you were lost. You had only just moved over to Japan, the hero payouts being higher here then back in your home country. You still weren't fluent in Japanese, yet you could hold a basic conversation. Reading still proved difficult, and so you couldn't use signs to help you navigate. Wanting to test your luck, and get to somewhere you were familiar with, you went up behind a group of girls.

'Excuse me, where am I?' You said, you didn't mean to phrase it like you'd never been to Japan before but you couldn't do detailed sentences.

The girls turned around and, to your horror, turned out to be some of the ringleaders of your bullying problem.

'Oh, what's that? Don't tell me you're stupid as well as quirkless. What are you doing here anyway? This is my neighborhood and I don't want you plaguing it. Quirkless people are useless, what are you going to do in life? Almost every job requires a quirk and even if you managed to get one, you couldn't hope to get paid higher than minimum wage.' The middle one sneered.

'Please, I only asked for d-di-d-,' You panicked, forgetting the translation of direction.

'D-d-d-, cat got your tongue? You can't even speak Japanese properly. You really are useless!' Your mistake seemed to humor the girl as she held up her hand. 'Why don't I show you what your missing out on?' Her fingers merged together and changed into a massive claw. Instead of standing there like an idiot, you made a run for it. Just because you were quirkless, didn't mean you couldn't read the room.

You made it down a few blocks before your legs were taken out by some sort of spinning wheel, possibly another one of their quirks.

'You really thought you'd get far, huh?' The girl with the claw laughed and took your arm. She lightly scraped your arm before slicing it right down the middle, a scream ripped from your throat, or at least tried to. You voice was completely gone, the last quirk? You've already seen two, this must be the third. No matter how much you tried, no sound would come out. They shoved you up against the wall and you sort of slumped against it. It looked like she was about to strike again, but it looked like she had a second thought. Her and her goons took their leave. More like legged it, a hero? An officer? You didn't bother to get up, just sat their, head leaning to the side, zoning in and out repeatedly.

Someone stood in front of you. The one thing that stood out was his shoes. They were oddly clean, like he'd put them on for the purpose of standing before you. He got down on one knee to get a better look. You flicked your eyes over to him, he had really pretty irises. They were a nice shade of gold, certainly unique. His plague mask freaked you out a bit but you didn't think on it much, could be down to allergies. You knew you looked awful, your eyes must've been puffy and red from crying and your arm looked awful. You weren't the prettiest sight at the moment but you weren't too sure if that's what had him looking so disgusted.

'You couldn't defend yourself? Those quirks were pathetic.' He said, mocking you. Clearly unaware of your situation.

You weren't too sure how to respond to that, but, you decided to bite the bullet and come clean. Not sure how to form the sentence, you simply uttered, 'Quirkless.'

His eyes widened a bit as realisation dawned on him. He took your arm, the one that wasn't injured, and pulled you up with him, taking you with him. You didn't bother to fucus on your surroundings, just basking in the fact you hadn't ended up with more injuries. The next time you brought yourself back to reality you were in the cleanest med bay you had ever seen. You couldn't see anything that would make it imperfect. The odd thing about this was, there were no other patients, and it was dead silent. The man that you'd seen earlier was standing over you.

'Are you really quirkless?'

You nodded, not feeling all too talkative. He seemed content with that though, and gently straightened out your injured arm, you winced a bit. He noticed this but couldn't do much to help you, as he began cleaning and disinfecting the wound. Despite the burning pain, you kept quiet, still not sure if he was a friend or foe. Once the wound was steralised he wrapped it up, not too loose and not too tight. He must be a trained doctor then?

You looked up and took him in properly for the first time. You'd be lying if you said you didn't find him attractive. Although, you had to admit the colour contrast on his coat didn't do him any favours.

'You're not from around here, are you?' He asked.

You were startled by his question, and gave him a weary look.

'I mean, you didn't seem like you knew the place very well when I found you. You were looking around as if searching for a familiar face when those girls had you pinned.' His words were difficult to understand, he spoke at a decent pace yet his sentences were complicated to you, and drawn out. You took out the words you did know and tried to translate what he said. You assumed he was asking if you knew where you were, or something along the lines.

'No. I live a few blocks over. I only recently moved here, I'm not from Japan.' You said.

'That explains your way of speaking, your sentences are short and basic.' He pondered, you knew he didn't mean it like this, yet you couldn't help but feel degraded. You tried your best learning Japanese but it was difficult, especially when you moved here without any knowledge of the language whatsoever. He seemed to notice your crestfallen look and apologized, sitting down beside you. He put an arm round your shoulders and gently rubbed his thumb up and down.

'Why have you been so nice to me? Do you normally pick up injured strangers from the street, is this a long drawn out plan to murder me?'

He chuckled a bit, amused by how serious you sounded. 'No, I helped you because you aren't sick. You aren't riddled with the disease people have normalized. You don't have a quirk, you're pure.'

#anime #anime and manga #mha #my hero acadamy #my hero academia #bnha #overhaul #bnha overhaul #kai chisaki #bnha kai chisaki #shie hassaikai

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WIP Ask game. I am wildly curious about werewolf-Finrod. Yes please, I am sold, please tell me all the things. I also feel this way about the X-Men AU, so take your pick!

Both? Both is good.

Werewolf!Finrod is what it says on the tin, Finrod is re-embodied in Aman as a werewolf. I think I said before that some of it was inspired by your Host of the West. He Returns not long before Elwing's arrival, and of course if the Valar weren't going to forbid him from going back to Middle-Earth to fight, the fact that he turns into a clawed monster every time he has a strong emotion surely does it.

He's having a really hard time. It does get better, and I want to keep writing until he makes his peace with it (the whole thing sprung from an image I had of Finrod pouncing on a very confused just-Returned Celegorm) and even perhaps gets a couple of tiny wolf cubs to raise...

Here's a snippet:

Was the werewolf that ate him an elf once? Is that what Finrod is destined to become? “Why did you let me out?” he murmurs at the wall – at Mandos in his Halls. “If I’m a monster, if I’m a danger to everyone – why let me out? There long shall ye abide, you promised us, and yet here I am. Little pity shall they find –is this your version of little pity? That living again should be worse even than being dead?” “Oh, Findaráto,” someone murmurs behind him. Arafinwë doesn’t flinch when Finrod turns around on his bed, still naked and covered in scratches. Their eyes meet, and there is no fear in his father’s gaze. He comes to sit close to Finrod, on the edge of the mattress, and holds out his hand, not quite touching him. Even as he turns back to the wall, finding the world too overwhelming still to face, Finrod grabs that hand in a bruising grip.

The X-Men AU that I started yesterday is (presumably) more light-hearted! I've been sick with Covid all week and mostly unable to write, but had a lot of time for vaguely feverish daydreaming, some of which somehow coalesced into this:

Dynamics-wise (shipping aside), Fëanor and Fingolfin make wonderful Magneto and Prof X

Mutation-wise, Fëanor has something like energy manipulation, Fingolfin something to do with ice, while Arafinwë is a ProfX-level telepath (he gets the disability as well because I can)

Finwë built a school for mutants with his sons, but Fëanor broke off from them because of ahem political differences and made his own faction

Now Fingolfin is head of the school slash vigilante headquarters, with his adult children as the men, uh, F-Men? (I haven't actually settled on a name lmao)

I am very fond of mutant AUs, and I'm specifically fond of mutation-as-disability takes

Fingon is Cyclops. But Cyclops before anyone figured out how to block his blasts, so he's also functionally blind.

That makes Maedhros Jean Grey, though his power is fire-based. They also have Cherik vibes, being on competing/opposing sides. (Artanis is kind of the other side of Jean Grey, with the uncontrollable psychic powers)

About two years ago, Maedhros was captured by Morgoth Corp's Head of R&D Mairon, and experimented on for months until Fingon broke into their headquarters and blasted them to smithereens to free him (he also blasted Maedhros's hand off in the process)

I have powers figured out for most of the Finwëans but it would be too long to go into details here, so i'll only share the fun ones: Lalwen is Mystique, Ambarussa have super-speed, Irissë is Havok. Finrod is Rogue. Kinda.

I shared a little snippet last night, I don't have a lot more writing than that at this point but it's very fun so far.

Thank you for the ask!!

From this WIP ask game.

#ask game #echo's fanfiction #echo's writing thoughts #silm x-men au #werewolf finrod au #finrod #silmarillion #tolkien

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insanityofvaas · 8 months

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2 in 1 uquizzes

Thank you @hotmessteaparty for thinking of me, sending you much love! ❤️

And sorry to everyone that it takes me an age sometimes to get tag games, asks and everything else done. I love you all, but I'm a mess more often than not, let's be real.

I'll be doing both quizzes with my OC Eduardo.

He still needs a bunch of work and quizzes might be a good way to flesh out more details about him. Or just fun. Both good things!

What is your OCs true role in the story?

the antihero ah yes, hello edge lord. it is lovely to see you again. you my dear, are the incarnation of duality, and you might think of claws and venom mixed with grace but alas, nothing near as poetic. you my friend, are mixture of what is seen as right, and what is questioned. you follow the path of your own two feet, you know the twists and turns of life's forests quite well if I do say so myself. and you can meander along them wonderfully. you strive to stay true to a certain sense of principles you might call your code, but whereas in reality, those would be your morals. people tend to see you as strange. sharp edged and glinting you hide behind a cloak of chain mail but really you just prefer to show off your imperfections first. unlike many who scramble to make it as if their flaws never existed, you proudly raise yours up. saying, "this is me, this is the worst of me, now you know what to expect." and might I say, it is quite an intriguing mindset, for truth be told, the ones that love your spikes and craters are the ones who appreciate your softness the most. you wish not to be loved as something lovable, but as a monster. for aren't we all just beasts in human skin? you are brave, but you are lonely. you know quite well how to scare off most, making even the heroes with the boldest bravado creep away with their tails between their legs. you are not a villian, sometimes you play the part a bit too well. but nevertheless you are no hero either. you put yourself first, but if one wins your trust then may the gods have mercy on those who might wrong them. you long to be a poetic mess of sorts, and well, if the ink sets in long enough you might just become that sooner or later. but for one who is so dead set on truth you sure do hide a lot don't you? please, step out of the shadows, there is a difference to not making your flaws visible and to simply acting as if you're the most despicable person in all the realms. it's because you're afraid of attachment is it not? well let me tell you a little secret, everyone is. you say you wish to be left alone for eternity but than why are you craving connection. you wish to be known and understood truly, but you snarl and push the ones that might be trying away. please little wolf, accept you are lovable. you are not some ravenous beast that terrifies the multitudes, sure, you are not for the faint of heart but that does not make you an inkling less perfect as you are. young antihero, step into the sun. you would do better actually reaching for the things you want rather than pining for them in the darkness.

I don't really think he's an edge lord or anything like that. There are definitely things in there that suit him, for sure, so I'm okay with that result!

The "Oh" quiz

the kiss you typically wait until the last second to believe the truth--because it would destroy you to believe it, and then find out it was a lie. you are someone who has never wanted to want, but has rarely been able to do anything else. the idea that you might have to break down your walls for the sake of someone else, someone who could easily decide they don't like what is on the other side, is harrowing. why let people get close enough to be rejected? you are enough for yourself. and you will tell yourself that every time you catch yourself staring at their mouth, smirking at their joke, finding a reason to flick their shoulder. until the kiss. that's when the flood of want, want, want bowls over you and you realize that you are torn between two ways of living. Oh, you think. because despite how complicated you have made it, the moment you kiss, somehow, things seem incredibly simple. they won't be once you start thinking again, but for now, for this moment, you live in the quiet peace of revelation. Oh.

Okay, another result I'm fine with because, again, there are some decent truths in there that I can see fitting him! Mind you, a lot of him not liking to get too close with people romantically is because he's a slut, lol, and the idea of tying himself down to a single person kind of freaks him out. He's still young and wants to have fun!

And there you have it! So, I'll be tagging, with zero pressure: @chocopinda (when you're back, I miss you! <3) @jasonsnowwhitebrody @themadknightuniverse @kidkubrick @ignaciosalamanca @ignaurcio @jacobseedsmalewife @so-cal-douchebag @stacispratt @chaosgoodvibes and anyone else that wants to do it because my attention span is dying.

#tag games #thank you for tagging me ❤️#❤️❤️❤️

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I liked “Exes and Ohs” much better than “Seeing Stars”, even though I have a few complaints about the plot; it feels like season two is starting to hit its stride. We needed to put Stolas and his relationship with Blitzo on the back burner for a bit and get some time with the imps.

Live reaction-notes:

- The backgrounds of the IMP office raise so many questions. Blitzo why did you make a transphobic horse OC? How did you get a bust of yourself made?

(Immediate theory: A sinner who was a sculptor in life offered to make it as part of their payment. It makes sense that IMP would accept barter because sinners don't always have a lot of cash, especially when they're new. That would explain why we see new art around the office all the time.)

- Moxxie. My dude. MOXXIE. Loona does not think you are fat. She just knows it upsets you. There is no way you can logically disprove her bullying. Do not let her stress you into an eating disorder or keep you from enjoying food.

- Millie WTF? Did a human beat you in combat? That hasn't happened since back in episode 1. I want to know what has you so mad but I'm also now invested in the relationship drama going on over on that whiteboard. King Slut is going to get what's coming to him and Blue Cheese needs better taste in side hoes.

- Wouldn't it be funny if Millie's ex was - Nahhhh.

- What are those photos spilling out of the filing cabinet? Does IMP have a sideline in PI-style snooping? Is that...normal for furry cosplay sex?

-Oh, it's just Blitzo's porn stash. I'm sure Stolas would be into using those costumes and quite possibly they have, but I don't really wanna imagine it. But I do want to imagine M&M trying to alphabetize the collection.

- As most of us guessed, IMP was a regular hell-side hitman outfit before they got the book. It's interesting that Blitzo doesn't seem interested in taking local jobs anymore. Surely they could use the money.

- C for Crimson on the driver's cap, but no recognition on Moxxie's face yet. And we're goin' back to the Greed ring! (Moxxie said he was raised in Wrath, though, I thought. So he lies about his past.)

- Blitzo is still obsessing about M&M, but he's gone several episodes now without a single abusive rant at Moxxie. He is seriously trying to do better after "Truth Seekers".

- Loona really doesn't belong at this company, does she. Nobody acknowledged her existence except Moxxie this whole episode. I hope we see her find a place that suits her better soon.

- "Elevator Hangar 03". So even flights between Rings take the elevators. That suggests helicopters are what gets used, rather than planes that can't hover.

- Fizzarolli's adult clown look was modeled after Mammon, wasn't it?

- Uhh..is that demonstrative violence, or is it actually pretty hard to permanently kill an imp? Hmmmmmmm.

- You might wanna ask questions when the guy who was raised here has an immediate panic attack and starts yelling "No no no" as soon as you arrive, guys? Blitzo, how have you lived this long being this vulnerable to flattery and this unable to recognize danger signals?

- All the trophies on the walls reminding us of the murder family. (Are those little hearts between the succubus wings the ends of their tails?) Blitzo's "please do not ask me details about my lucrative circus career" expression.

- WHAT? CALLED IT I CALLED IT OMG wow he's an idiot he's just stepped in the door and I want him dead already. Did you just say "two big sex reunions"? Excuse me those claws do not look practical even if most demons are into pain play. If you were really a sex god you’d have a couple of them trimmed all the way down.

- Blitzo erupting in jealousy. Yes, there's someone who's fucked both of them and it was not you. At least you haven't also slept with Chaz (although I am putting that down to chance and not any kind of good taste on your part).

- Huge-eyed baby Moxxie! Mom in shadow, what is she holding? flowers? Blitzo how can you possibly be this slow on the uptake?

- I am distracted from the cute grenade moment by the aesthetic atrocity that is Chaz's tail. What. How do you put on pants. It does seem to have been an actual relationship, though, or at least a fling. Moxxie get that nostalgic smile off your face oh my GOD that wasn't nostalgia.

- "Draw me like one of your French imps", huh? oh. Oh dear. Millie is 1000% better than this dirtbag in every possible way, why are you regretting him at all?

- HI BLITZO! Huh, they let him keep his boots in jail. Loona surely does not have a babysitter. Was he that overprotective? Or was he bullshitting? If so, it worked, you can see Moxxie’s face change at the idea of this guy as a loving dad. (Which he is! It just...works better if people imagine Loona is a young kid.)

- I thought that might be what Moxxie sees in Blitzo. Someone who gave him a way out of his old life, someone who's proven trustworthy despite his flaws. Not quite sure how to interpret Blitzo's expression on hearing this. A mixture of touched and regretful?

- Yeah, you fuck him up, MillWHOA that is a level of rage I did not expect. What did Chaz do to HER?

- PFFT Blitzo reverses it because "horseless friendfucker" is what Chaz is as far as he's concerned.

- Is Blitzo thinking: I don't talk about my dick like that. Do I? Please tell me I'm not this fucking obnoxious. Oh god keep this guy FAR away from Stolas.

- What the FUCK, Crimson. Homophobia, contempt, abuse, you're clearly the whole package, but you redecorated with neon dicks to insult your son?

- At least someone's happy.

- We're consistently not seeing mom's face and it is weirding me out. ohno. Not hard to tell where this is going. oh NO.

- Moxxie's tenderheartedness in "Murder Family" isn't so funny anymore is it. Burn the fucking mansion down, Moxxie. Millie will help and I doubt Blitzo will be opposed. I didn't see them confiscate your phones, so text them.

- Chaz you are making Blitzo look modest and tasteful.

- I completely forgot we hadn't had a musical number yet. Can we - can we skip it this once?

- BLITZO

- Did he just say "chill the fuck out?" Is he not having fun over there because I really hope he is not. I hope this is the worst lay of your life, Blitzo.

- Well, he doesn't look like he had fun. At all. Was this a ploy? No, he’s just an opportunistic chaos gremlin.

- Uh. Moxxie I admire your spine here, but not your brains. How are you going to keep him from cutting bits off Millie until you give in? I certainly hope you did something useful with that phone earlier. (Spoiler: He did not.)

- Oh! Blitzo's feet are just shaped like heeled boots. Wacky.

- Now THAT'S more the musical number I wanted.

- Millie. 10/10 no notes. Perfection. I'm not even gonna ask how they had enough time to repaint the banner and retrieve Blitzo's clothes (you know he'll be back in his own coat next episode).

#helluva boss #helluva boss spoilers #helluva boss s2e3

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findroleplay · 6 months

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Space adventures: 3.0

Hello ladies, gents and fellow rpers. After having to take an unexpected but necessary break from the wonderful world of rping I’m ready to dive back into the waters of writing and make some amazing new stories with some new partners. I’ve been in the writing game for over ten years at this point and consider myself to be fairly experienced when it comes to rping. That being said, I do not require you to have decades of writing experience in order to rp with me. In fact all I ask for anyone thinking of reaching out to me is that:

-You write in third person past tense and have decent spelling and grammar. I’m not going to be put off by the occasional bout of typonese, but I’m definitely going to be put off by writing that I cannot read at all or noticeable mistakes that are left uncorrected.

-You are capable of writing at least three well fleshed out paragraphs per response (this might change depending on what is going on in the rp at the time) with at least seven or more lines. I want someone who is capable of matching the effort I put into my replies and isn’t afraid to spend time making something chock full of detail or go over the discord word limit when it comes to writing a response. One liners/very small or short paragraphs that lack detail are a very big no go for me.

-You can respond at least once or more per day. I do not mind what time during the day that response happens as life comes before rp and I do not want you skipping over important things just to get it done.

-You are 18+. I’m in my twenties and not comfortable rping with minors as my role plays contain NSFW themes and other mature content. Your characters are also required to be 18+ as well.

-You are comfortable with rping against (but not necessarily as) alien characters that aren’t technically just humans from other planets. I’m not looking to rp as a human main character regardless of what we end up doing so please keep this in mind.

-You are capable of bringing ideas to the table, love to worldbuild, adore talking about our characters and aren’t afraid to throw in a plot twist every now and then.

-You will let me know if you have any problems with the rp and work through them with me as well as let me know if you need to take a break or might be busy. I will make sure to do the same.

-You are looking for a long term rp. I want this to be something that spans for months, maybe even years. Not just a couple days or weeks.

-You are comfortable with both MxM and FxM romances. I have no preference as to which one we do.

-You have discord.

I also ask for you to please not godmod, control my characters or spam me with hey/are you there/when are you going to reply/etc.

I AM NOT THE RPER FOR YOU IF:

-You are looking for a fast paced/rapid fire/one liner/short term rp. These types of rp’s just do not hold my interest. I’m also not looking for anything that isn’t a 1x1 rp (group rp’s are just not my thing) and I do not double.

-You are not comfortable with rping with non-humanoid looking aliens. That means anything that may have/has fur, scales, fangs, claws, tails, feathers, the ability to walk on walls or climb ceilings, multiple limbs, etc. If you are not comfortable with aliens that may have one or more of the above traits then please do not reach out to me.

-You are not looking for a slow burn romance or you fade to black when it comes to smut. Slow burn romances are a requirement for all of my rp’s and I feel that skipping out on the smut means we miss the chance to write about very important moments occurring between the characters. To put it simply, smut is important to me. Neither romance or smut will take over the main story of course.

-You are looking for someone to play as a female main character. I only play male main characters and cannot be persuaded to do otherwise.

-You cannot reply more than a couple of times a week. I tend to lose interest/motivation if I don’t get a reply at least every other day.

-You don’t have discord. I rp only on discord because I like making servers to keep things organised, other platforms just don’t work for me.

-You are not interested in doing a sci-fi rp. I’m not looking to do anything that isn’t sci-fi so please do not waste my time by messaging me and asking if I’m interested in other genres. I am also not currently interested in doing anything that isn’t one of the ideas I have listed.

With that out of the way, let’s get onto the ideas! Down below are the ideas that I’ve been hoping to write with someone. I’m open to brainstorming or mixing them together to create something new. Nothing is set in stone and I’m hoping to keep whatever plot we decide to do/make mostly fluid or free flowing, meaning that the entire course of the story isn’t entirely planned out at the beginning and we let the actions of our characters determine what happens next whilst occasionally planning what they next major plot point of the story is when we decide it’s time to fill our characters lives with even more drama.

Taking over:

The lifespan of a captain could sometimes end up being tragically short. It was the captain who was supposed to be the first to jump into their starfighter and guide their crew to victory whenever their ship was under threat, It was the captain who was expected to always be able to know what decisions were the right ones to make in regards to the welfare of the crew and it was the captain who took an oath upon receiving the keys to their ship to never put their own life before someone else’s even when faced with the most difficult decision of all. When the much loved captain of the alliance ship Maelstrom loses their life after a mission gone wrong their second in command is the one who is chosen to take their place as the new captain despite the angry protests from some of the crew members. Will the new captain be able to follow in the footsteps of the one before them and lead the Maelstrom to success whilst earning the respect of the crew, or will the burden be too much to bear?

New recruit:

Whenever talks about potentially receiving some new crew members came around it wasn’t uncommon for people to get a little bit crazy. Not everyone hated the idea of seeing a new face or two running around given it meant that there could potentially be less tasks for them to do before they got to clock out for the day, but that didn’t mean they were exactly okay with the idea that their job was potentially at risk of being handed to someone else if the captain decided that they were no longer performing at the required standards. Many of the current crew members took great pleasure in reminding any newcomers about their place on the ship and weren’t afraid to use their rank to get away with a little less than friendly behaviour when it came to doing such things to the point where it was often an unspoken rule amongst the other crew mates to not interfere with the “initiation” process lest the wraith be turned upon them instead. When the “initiation” process itself stopped depended on when the captain finally cared enough to intervene. When a new recruit arrives in the form of a previous high ranked person who was stripped of their title for insubordination, chaos of an entirely different kind takes hold.

The mission:

Seven. Seven alliance ships had disappeared without a trace or been destroyed by unforeseen yet suspicious circumstances. Mining asteroid explosions, ambush attacks, ship failures, all unfortunate yet unpredictable occurrences that were happening far too frequently for anyone to be able to just comfortably sit back and go on with life. With tensions between the alien and human race at an all time high, the alliance itself was desperately trying to find a way to keep the peace without causing a panic. Eventually, a proposal was made. In an all time first since the end of the great alien/human wars, an alien would be chosen and sent to work onboard a human ship. This was considered to be a very large step given many planets were still hostile to one another and the rumours circulating about the missing ships were sparking some strong reactions from both sides but the alliance was desperate….and so was the alien they were planning to send onboard. For them, it was their last and only chance to start a new life and to put a difficult past behind them. Little did anyone know, the appearance of this newcomer was more than just the first step towards changing life as many knew it for the known galaxies.

(Important point of notice: I will be playing the new alien crew member who is sent to work aboard an alliance ship with a human captain and crew. You can play as anything from a regular crew member to the captain.)

One unit, one goal:

When someone was part of a team, it felt like the people who fought beside them were all that really mattered. They cried on each other’s shoulders. They cheered each other on. They were there for each other through thick and thin. Most of the pilots who served under the galactic alliance were pretty tight knit with one another, meaning the pain of loss was worsened whenever such a tragedy struck. When a member of one of the alliance’s top intergalactic defence force teams loses their life during a search and capture mission that had gone wrong a new pilot is sent in as a replacement. As they struggle to find their place amongst people that seem to have no intention of moving on from their loss, a new threat slowly begins to rise with the intention of causing chaos and destruction on a scale that no one has ever seen before.

(Important point of notice: I will be playing the new pilot. you will be playing as a member of the team they’re joining.)

No easy way out: It was very rare for those who believed that their sole purpose in life was to reign terror and destruction upon those who dwelled within the known galaxies to take prisoners, even more so when said prisoner actively tries to fight back against their captors rather than quietly submitting and accepting their fate, and allowing them to live despite the trouble they cause. When a lone spacer is attacked by a captain who leads a crew of fairly notorious criminals that have been seen on more than just a couple of ruined wanted posters they are given one of two options to choose from: serve alongside them as a part of their crew in exchange for being allowed to live, or be left to face the vast depths of space alone in a ship that would soon become their tomb due to the state of disrepair it was in. Will the spacer accept their fate? Or will they take their last stand right there and then?

(Important point of notice: I will be playing the captured spacer. You will be playing the captain of the criminals.)

Stowaway:

Life in the known galaxies was harder for some than it was for most. Whilst many people were able to live freely with little rules and regulations as to what they did, others were bound by law to follow a certain way of life. Most accepted their predetermined paths and did their best to stay out of trouble, whilst for others it was just that little bit harder to accept the way things were supposedly meant to be. Especially when things could go downhill very quickly if one happened to be on the wrong side of those laws. Whilst many people frowned upon ship jumping, the act of sneaking onboard a ship and hiding away from its occupants in order to travel, some people felt like it was the only way to reach their destinations when a fresh start to their life was in order. When a stowaway is caught trying to hijack a ship, will mercy be given? Or will they find themselves facing a new threat?

(Important point of notice: I will be playing the stowaway. You will be playing the ship’s captain.)

Enslaved:

imagine living the life of one of the most successful people on the run that could exist. Galaxies trembled at your name. You and your crew swam in wealth and the going was good. Mutiny, sadly and sometimes not sadly, exists on its own accord. One person in particular reflected on this as they were forced to their feet. A collar attached to a chain and electromagnetic handcuffs prevented their escape as they stood for all those who cared to glance as they walked by in the market to see. No one wants to have their only life’s purpose be to serve another……only sometimes people don’t get that choice.

(Important point of notice: I’ll be playing the slave/servant. You’ll be the master/mistress.)

Across a sea of stars: Although they’d abandoned their less than humble watery origins well before the first spaceship had even been invented, Pirates were believed to be one of the biggest threats that anyone could encounter within the known galaxies. Those who were brave enough to attempt to navigate through the vast starry seas of space without a small fleet rallied behind them would often meet their fate at the hands of the bloodthirsty buccaneers whose lust for wealth and power had completely overtaken their ability to feel remorse for their actions. Any twinges of guilt that did attempt to surface were often easily washed away by consuming vast amounts of alcohol and then drunkenly brawling with other members of the crew during the celebratory dinners that came after a successful day of looting or the claiming of another captain’s ship as their own. When a ship is captured by the most feared pirate of all after accidentally flying into their territory and the crew fearfully plea for their lives, fate decides to take matters into its own hands in a most unexpected way. (Important point of notice: I will be playing the pirate captain. You will be playing as a member of the crew they’ve captured.)

Last chance:

Criminals, ranging from wannabe thieves to true crime lords, have been around long before anyone had even thought of the idea of building a spaceship and go where no one had ever been before. They’re often cunning, tricky to catch and more often than not are clever at disguising themselves whenever those wanted posters come up. It takes true talent to be on the wrong side of the laws that had been made by those long gone and get away with it. When a criminal that has been giving the alliance a run for their money has finally been captured, they are given a second chance to redeem themselves by having to work alongside the crew of the ship that captured them and even aid them to defend the ship if the need arises. Will this be enough to encourage a change of heart, or will it be the downfall of the crew and the alliance itself?

(Important point of notice: I’ll be playing the criminal, you will be playing as one of the crew members or even the captain of the ship.)

Betrothed: Long before other planets had even been discovered, and for far longer than anyone could truly remember, there had always been arranged marriages. Arranged marriages, or betrothals as they were more often called, consisted of pairing two people together and making them get married regardless of how they felt about one another in order to secure ties to another land or another planet for what many hoped would be forever. Political marriages benefited everyone but the married pair it always seemed. After all, no one could possibly be happy being married to a complete and utter stranger, could they? How does one who is betrothed build a life of love and prosperity when the one who bears the rings of their union is not the one who also bears their heart?

To those who have made it this far, thank you for reading! If you are interested in rping with me please do not hesitate to reach out to me via email (I do not rp through email but I’m more than happy for it to be where we first introduce ourselves to one another before moving to discord) or discord. Please note that I am in the eastern australian time zone so it might be a while before I respond/accept any requests you send my way due to possibly being asleep or busy depending on what time zone you are in. When you reach out to me please tell me what idea you liked, why you liked it and any ideas you may have. Please also include a little introduction and tell me what your favourite food is so that I know you’ve read the whole ad. Anyone who simply sends “hey I saw your ad and was interested!” Or some variation of that without an introduction will be ignored, simply sending me your favourite food will not work either as I use introductions to not only get to know the person I’m writing with a little bit and see if we click but to help break the ice a little bit and get the conversation going. My contact information is down below:

My discord: tiberionwars

My Gmail: [email protected]

Can’t wait to rp with anyone interested!

#rp #roleplay #oc rp #original rp #fandomless rp #sci fi rp

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roleplayfinder · 7 months

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Space adventures: 3.0

-You are 18+. I’m in my twenties and not comfortable rping with minors as my role plays contain NSFW themes and other mature content. Your characters are also required to be 18+ as well.

-You are capable of bringing ideas to the table, love to worldbuild, adore talking about our characters and aren’t afraid to throw in a plot twist every now and then.

-You will let me know if you have any problems with the rp and work through them with me as well as let me know if you need to take a break or might be busy. I will make sure to do the same.

-You are looking for a long term rp. I want this to be something that spans for months, maybe even years. Not just a couple days or weeks.

-You are comfortable with both MxM and FxM romances. I have no preference as to which one we do.

-You have discord.

I also ask for you to please not godmod, control my characters or spam me with hey/are you there/when are you going to reply/etc.

I AM NOT THE RPER FOR YOU IF:

-You are looking for someone to play as a female main character. I only play male main characters and cannot be persuaded to do otherwise.

-You cannot reply more than a couple of times a week. I tend to lose interest/motivation if I don’t get a reply at least every other day.

-You don’t have discord. I rp only on discord because I like making servers to keep things organised, other platforms just don’t work for me.

Taking over:

New recruit:

The mission:

Stowaway:

(Important point of notice: I will be playing the stowaway. You will be playing the ship’s captain.)

Where no one dares go:

Life in the known galaxies was once a peaceful experience. Aliens and humans alike peacefully lived their lives knowing that they were safe and mostly free from criminal encounters under the protection of the planetary leaders that formed the United worlds galactic alliance. Nowadays, such hope that any of those so-called leaders would look up from the desks that they were busy counting their money on was nonexistent. If you weren’t a criminal or someone who knew how to play their cards, life got pretty tough. Criminals ruled the roost with an iron fist, many species had gone back to the old ways of thinking less than highly of one another and most simply believed that perhaps this was the way things were meant to be. As a new threat slowly creeps over the horizon, it’s up to two unlikely heroes to team up and go further than anyone ever has before.

The price for freedom:

The number one rule for any criminal, whether they were a fearsome pirate, a smuggler with a tendency to shoot first and ask questions later or a wannabe thief who had yet to go beyond attempting to steal someone’s sandwiches without anyone noticing, was to never let themselves be put in a position where their freedom was at risk of being taken from them. Freedom was a gift that was not given on a whim to those who’d found themselves on the wrong side of the law with no intention of changing their ways and it was not something that came without a price on the rare occasions that it was offered to someone who had been on the path to a life where such a thing would never be granted. When one of the galaxies most feared criminals is finally captured and the alliance ship they are imprisoned on crashes after being targeted by a unknown organisation that is intent on taking over the universe itself, they are forced to work together with the only surviving crew member under the promise that they will be exempt from the punishment they once faced for their help. Will the promise be kept, or will it be broken in the worst way possible?

(Important point of notice: I will be playing the criminal. You will be playing the only surviving crew member of the ship that captured them.)

Enslaved:

(Important point of notice: I’ll be playing the slave/servant. You’ll be the master/mistress.)

Last chance:

(Important point of notice: I’ll be playing the criminal, you will be playing as one of the crew members or even the captain of the ship.)

My discord: tiberionwars

My Gmail: [email protected]

Can’t wait to rp with anyone interested!

#submission #eighteen and over #science fiction #science fiction roleplay #science fiction rp #oc #oc roleplay #oc rp

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weekend-conspiracy-theorist · 1 year

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a cassandra cain detective story (technically set in the tim&steph role swap au)

"Look," Nightwing said. His voice was perfectly pleasant, even as he crouched, somehow menacing, near the shoulders of the man prone on the ground. Nightwing's black and blue toned fingers curled in the man's shirt, drawing it uncomfortably tight around the man's neck and holding him a few inches off of the ground. "The quicker you talk, the quicker this is over."

Cassandra melted out of the shadows, her footsteps silent and the tattered ends of her cloak swirling about her knees. Her Black Bat costume was not quite as hauntingly terrifying as her old Batgirl costume, a deliberate choice she had made in its inception, but she knew that the figure she cut remained... unnerving. Still, the man's eyes flicked, beseechingly, over Nightwing's shoulder towards her.

The expression that flashed across Nightwing's face in answer had too many teeth to be a smile. "Trust me, buddy," he said, his voice sinking into a lower register. "I'm the cuddly one. Where's the kid?"

"I don't--" He swallowed hard against the rasp of his voice, but Nightwing's hand only twisted tighter in his shirt. "Don't know what you're talking about," the guy rasped. His hands hovered in the air as if he wanted to grab at Nightwing's wrist but didn't quite have the guts.

"I don't believe you."

Neither did Cassandra.

Her eyes raked over the room; raked over the other groaning kidnappers that Nightwing had already bound and zip tied. The scene was not, for once, set against the backdrop of an abandoned warehouse--merely an abandoned storefront. By the empty plastic cylinders and bright but faded paint on the walls, she thought perhaps it had been a candy shop, once upon a time. Her gloved fingertips drifted through the air as she moved through the room, trusting the interrogation to her brother.

He had well over a decade of practice at being intimidating, even if he was the cuddly one.

Cassandra didn't try, actively, to figure out what was striking her as so odd about the tableau in front of her; she simply let the details wash over her, eyes dark behind the lenses of her mask, boots silent against the linoleum. The fight between Nightwing and the kidnappers was spelled out in scuff marks over the dusty floor, in the glitter of glass from the window he'd launched himself through, but--

This spot did not belong, she thought. She leaned forward at the waist, the ends of her short hair just long enough to brush against her shoulders as she read the story written in the dust. Someone had sprawled awkwardly to the floor here. They had scrambled for their feet. There were four streaks at the further edge, the desperate tracks of fingertips as someone clawed themselves into motion.

The streaks were quite thin. Too thin to have been left by adult hands.

"Nightwing," she said, her voice quiet but cutting easily through the nonsense ramblings of the kidnapper. She did not say anything else, did not even wait to see if Nightwing so much as glanced up at her as she followed the desperate, flighty footprints--

Cassandra vaulted the counter much as the girl had, her own hand set deliberately to the side of the smudged handprint the child had left behind, leaving it intact, and raced, silent and fleet-footed through the backroom and out into the alleyway at the back of the building. There was no dust here to preserve the child's path. There was a security camera on the building across the street.

She tapped the comm in her ear. Oracle was busy with the Birds tonight, but she was not the only member of their team capable of accessing camera footage. "Agent A, pull any footage you can find of my location from the last half hour. Please," she added, belated, as she leapt up to catch the smooth metal pipe of a piece of scaffolding and pulled herself up onto the platform. The tarp attached to the next level up flapped in the chill Gotham breeze.

"What am I looking for?" Alfred asked crisply, forgiving her slip in manners without comment. They worked urgent, desperate jobs, which often left little room for niceties. Besides, even at her worst Cassandra was still more polite than Bruce.

"Thirteen-year-old girl, African American. Barefoot. Her mother said she was wearing a purple shirt and blue jeans when she was taken. She probably still is."

The child did not appear to have been pursued, based on the dust trail through the store; Cassandra believed she must have broken herself free in the chaos of Nightwing's appearance, unwitting or untrusting as to his ability to help her. She was unlikely to have made it far. Her dust trail showed clearly that she was no longer wearing the black converse her mother had described, though Cassandra had no way of knowing what had happened to them in the last six hours.

From the higher vantage point of the scaffolding--left behind after an ill-fated attempt to rennovate the building behind the old candy shop--Cassandra studied the nearby intersections of the alleyways. So many directions the girl could have run. Too many.

She was smart enough to use a distraction to run, and probably smart enough to head for her mother, but did she know where she was? Did she know which direction would take her back to her apartment?

Cassandra let the scene wash over her, trusting her body to sense more than her conscious mind could notice. It was different from how Bruce worked a crime scene, from her brothers and Stephanie and even Tim, though his deductions sometimes seemed similarly instinctive because of the speed with which his sharply analytical mind moved.

But then, Cassandra herself worked differently than they did. With effort, she could always puzzle out her own thought processes, painstakingly convert them to causes and effects and trains of logic which another could understand, but she was rarely conscious of them happening that way in the moment. The others saw the landscape with its subtle details and its clues; Cassandra saw how a person could, would, might move through it.

(For example: the child was thirteen, intelligent, brave, panicked. She would pursue distance first, before she slowed down to try and figure out her plan. She would avoid open space; empty streets. She would avoid the broken glass of the beer bottle shattered across the ground, and if she had failed to, there would be the sheen of blood in the distant light of the street lamp. All Cassandra could see was green.

Those many potential escape routes whisked themselves away, one by one, until Cassandra had just a few left to contemplate.)

"I'm heading east," Cassandra told Nightwing over the comms, her voice a murmur in the night. "Take the north when you're done inside, if Agent A hasn't turned up anything by then."

The comm double-clicked in confirmation, and Cassandra climbed swiftly and silently from the scaffolding to the rooftop, heading east along the alleyway, eyes sharp and ears sharper. The night washed over her, its chill seeping insidiously beneath her body armor but held at bay by the burn of her muscles from a hard night of patrol.

Nightwing was in Gotham for the week while Batman was out of town with the Justice League; he'd been flagged down by the stolen girl's determined, terrified mother even before the Bat Signal had lit the night sky. Tasha Martin said she was glad she'd found him and not the Bat, because she'd always found that Batman to be a very suspicious character. Forty minutes later, Commissioner Gordon had been briefly lost for words when Robin informed him, tartly, that Nightwing was already in hot pursuit of the men Leila Martin's father had hired to kidnap her two days before the custody hearing, and unless there was something else he needed to talk about, then Robin was too busy with his own cases to waste any more time talking to him.

(Oracle, always multi-tasking, had unmuted herself on their comms just long enough to laugh her ass off before she returned to whatever mischief Huntress and the Black Canary had become embroiled in.)

Nightwing had requested Black Bat for back up when the night stretched onwards with little progress. Kidnappings were incredibly time sensitive, he'd said, and clearly he needed another detective on the case. The words still glowed in Cassandra's chest, hours later. Even after years spent in this life, even having held down the entirety of Hong Kong on her own for months the way Nightwing held Blüdhaven and Batman had once solitarily held Gotham, it felt sometimes as if her value was located solely in her fists and not her mind.

She couldn't blame that feeling on her family; her own doubt was too insidious. She knew she was observant and intelligent, more than capable of making the leaps of logic required for detective work, but she also knew that she struggled with the soft skills. She didn't have the network of informants that Red Hood had or the well-established, well-trusted aliases of Batman. She wasn't as effortlessly charming as Batgirl or Nightwing, or even as sharply meticulous as Robin.

Cassandra knew that she had her own talents. That she'd been the primary Bat of Blüdhaven, Hong Kong, and Gotham alike at various points, that she'd clawed together the clues to Batman's disappearance and simultaneously dismantled a large portion of the League of Assassins with minimal assisstance. It was still too easy at times to fall back on the first language she'd ever known and let someone else take point on the detective work.

But not tonight.

The red Impala caught her attention because it stopped for a stoplight. It had been close enough to the intersection when the light turned yellow that a brief, minor increase of speed could have easily kept it from being caught at the light--but it stopped, gently and easily and inconspicuously.

("Smart criminals," Bruce's voice murmured in her subconscious, a lesson from her Batgirl days, "don't drive like get away drivers. They do the speed limit. They use their blinkers. They don't give cops reasons to pull them over.")

Cassandra came to a stop, crouched on the corner of the roof overlooking the intersection. "Agent A," she murmured, "can you tell me what kind of vehicle Howie Martin drives?"

(She had covered several blocks now. It had been just over thirty-four minutes since Nightwing had crashed into the candy store. If the child had thought she had put enough distance between herself and her kidnappers, she might have ventured onto the main street, hoping for a landmark to turn her back towards her home. With the one way streets between here and the closest major interchange, her father would likely have ended up on this street on his way to the candy shop from another part of the city. How long would it take him to subdue a thirteen-year-old girl?)

"A red Chevy Impala," Alfred answered. "License plate--"

"C87 XJU," Cassandra murmured.

"Precisely."

"You have eyes on it?" Nightwing asked sharply.

"Yes."

Alfred rattled off Cassandra's location so that Nightwing could rendezvous, knowing that she had already tuned them both out.

The traffic light turned green. Before Howie Martin could take his foot off of the brake, the Black Bat had dropped from the sky to land neatly on the crosswalk, directly in front of his car.

They stared at each other through the windshield, Martin's eyes wide and bloodshot; the Bat's shadow stretching ominously across the ground from the single, flickering halogen street lamp that illuminated the street. The figure she cut was unnerving. Silent. Tattered cloak and bandage wrapped hands, dark hair, sharp mask.

Martin attempted to point his car around her, and the Bat stalked, silently, to keep herself directly in front of him. He swallowed hard.

His hand shook as he rolled the window down, but he did a decent job of holding his voice steady as he called out, "Look, I don't want no trouble, all right?"

"Where is your daughter, Mr. Martin?" Cassandra asked. She did not have to raise her voice for it to cut like a knife through the night. "Is she in your trunk?"

Startled, frightened, Howie Martin slammed his foot down on the gas pedal--

Black Bat was already moving, her leap taking her to the hood of the car and then sliding neatly to the roof, her fingers digging into the lip between roof and windshield to keep her in place as the vehicle lurched underneath her. She leaned over, fearless in her trust of her own grip, and reached through the open window to unlock and then open the car door--

Martin shouted something that she was too focused to parse, scrabbling to grab the door before it could swing too far open, and Cassandra obligingly slammed it back towards him. His elbow bent strangely when the door contacted solidly with his reaching palm, and Martin howled with pain and rage but had the forethought to slam on the brakes.

Black Bat rolled neatly as her momentum threw her forward off of the car, the rubber tread of her boots biting into the asphalt as she skidded to a stop. She sprang back towards the car, faster than any human without a metagene had any right to be, and bounced Martin's forehead off of the steering wheel before handcuffing him to it. Then she threw the car into park and stole the keys.

"Subdued," she said, simply, and Nightwing huffed a laugh over the comms. She could see the lithe shadow of him in her periphery, still several buildings away.

"Of course he is."

Cassandra moved to the trunk of the car, where muffled banging and groaning was clearly emanating from, now that the engine had cut off. It was an older vehicle, maybe from the nineties or 2000s, requiring her to manually insert a key in order to open the trunk.

"Hello," she told Leila, as the child blinked up at her against the sudden light. Her hands were bound behind her, and she was gagged with a rag and duct tape. "Your mother is very worried about you."

#cassandra cain #dick grayson #the tim&steph role swap au #I wrote this #I continue to chug along on the spooky tim-centric case fic (which also ft. a lot of cass!) but I wanted to post a new entry #so we get this! because I have been thinking about cass and detective work a lot #it's technically in the au but like... nothing has substantially changed about cass except her soul-searching father-#rescuing road trip so. you can enjoy this with no knowledge of the previous entries in the au.

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residents-of-the-darkforest · 2 years

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Dark Forest Resident: Redjay

Aliases / Nicknames: Red, Monster, My Songbird, Mimic

Gender: male

Sexuality: Homosexual

Family: unnamed mother, unnamed father, Marblegaze (former mate), Grebekit (daughter), Swankit, Lightkit, Brokenkit,(sons) unnamed unborn kits, Myrtlewing (descendant)

Other Relations: unnamed mentor

Clan: Shadowclan

Rank: warrior

Characteristics: proud, killed toms he found attractive, based partially on a character from a crime thriller, creepily good at mimicking voices

Number of Victims: 7

Number of Murders: 4

Murder Method: shaking, drowning, trapping, poisoning, disemboweling, shoving into a speedboat engine, degloving body

Known Victims: Grebewing, Swanface, Lightheart, Brokenclaw, Marbleface, Cuckoostar

Victim Profile: pretty toms

Cause of Death: blood poisoning

Cautionary Tale: ??

Story:

Marblegaze pushed past the guards, face hard despite her trembling whiskers.

“Well, this is a surprise.” Redjay stretched out, staring at her deliberately from his cloudy left eye. He knew she hated that.

“Is it true?” She asked, hardly trusting her voice not to fail under the weight of her dread.

“Did I kill them?” He asked, grinning. “Yeah. I thought you would’ve noticed the scent of blood, but maybe you just didn’t want to believe that you could possibly be mated to a monster.”

Marblegaze drew in a breath. “So it was all a lie?”

Redjay’s ears twitched boredly. “Yeah… To be honest, I wasn’t even interested in you enough to kill you. I was more interested in the others.”

“What?” Marblegaze asked.

Redjay grinned. “Well, if you want the full story....”

Marblegaze nodded, gulping in air, trying to focus on the mental image of the good side of her former mate. Him playing with their kits on a sunny leaf-bare day, him teaching them how to catch tadpoles out of a mud puddle, him covered in blood under a claw-shaped moon--

She shook her head. “Tell me.”

“Cuckoostar wants a confession before they execute me, don’t they?”

Marblegaze flattened her ears.

“You killed their sons!”

Redjay adjusted on the mossy floor.

“Ah yes. I thought Swan was the most fun. The blood was a bitch to get out of my fur though.” He leaned forward, teeth glinting in the thin beam of light shining through the thick bramble walls. “He begged so much. ‘Please Red! Please don’t hurt me!” His voice came out as a sickly, perfect mimicry of Swanface’s, and Marbleface’s hackles rose up and down her back.

Redjay grinned wider. “Would you like to hear the others?” Marblegaze shook her head. Redjay tilted his own. “Too bad. I’m gonna do them anyway.” He took a deep breath, clearing his throat, then began.

“Help! Someone please-- Please help!” Grebewing’s high voice, pitched up high in utter terror, and Marblegaze shuddered as she remembered how they had found his mutilated corpse mere fox-lengths from camp. How had none of them heard him?

“He was the first to go.” Redjay giggled and his long tail twitched. “I’m surprised he wasn’t my last as well, with all the screaming he did.” He pretended to think. “Now who was next?” His good eye turned to stare at her like a bird of prey would eye a helpless kit.

“Was it Lightheart? Now he was fun to kill.” He tucked his paws under himself and tilted his head. “Such pretty white fur... It was all red by the time I was done with him.”

Marblegaze felt like retching, and she fought the urge to flee as Redjay went into detail about how he had killed Lightheart. “Some stupid Twoleg had a water monster upside down, I just put his head in the jaws and simply waited.”

Marblegaze felt bile rise in her throat, and she fled the den, leaving the monster to await execution.

Redjay chuckled as he lay alone in his den, relishing the pain in his infected paw. He knew that there wasn’t much time left for him, but to be honest, his only regret was that he would never see the litter that Marblegaze was carrying. But oh well. Knowing that Cuckoostar couldn’t kill him before blood poisoning did was more than enough of a reward.

Additional Information:

--Submission by @ambitiousauthor

- he named his kits after his victims

--He would be so proud of his serial killer descendant assuming he knows Myrtle exists

--He took Marblegaze as a mate to appear ‘normal’

--One of his eyes is cloudy

--A really cool way to make a submission! Telling the story in a creative way

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ceph-the-ghost-writer · 2 years

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Phagophobia Pt. 15

Summary: Isaac deals with his problems as usual: alone.

Words: 1940

CW: Hints of disassociating, brief reference to being grabbed, fainting/disorientation, swearing, references to spirituality/faith (Catholicism in particular), brief negative feelings toward religion/faith, reference to violent authority figures

His adrenal system hadn’t recovered, so there was no jarring rush in his pulse. Instead, numbness coated his skin and started to seep down into muscle and bone. It didn’t keep him from executing a military-precise turn and marching toward the front door. A strong grip on his forearm yanked him to a stop before the hallway. He turned his head to find Renato glaring as if Isaac had spat on his floor.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Renato snapped.

“Leaving. I’m done here.” His voice drifted out of him, calm, cool, conversational. He glanced down at the hand clamped around his arm. No urge to shake it off. The fingers weren’t pressing into his flesh, so he supposed it didn’t hurt.

Renato’s pupils blew wide, like a cat’s as it prepared to pounce on prey, only a thin outline of brilliant blue-green left. “Haven’t you been listening? Your department used you. Mayer’s gambit failed and he doesn’t care whether you’re killed. If not by another agent from Mergus or Hawthorne then through the enforcers. Where exactly do you think you’re going to go?”

The words meant something. Some thread bound them together into a bigger web of ideas. Every time Isaac pulled at and began following strands, though, they tangled and his thoughts got snagged. A twitchy tickle running up and down the side of his neck didn’t do any favors for his focus either. He slapped his free hand over the spot. Pulling it away again, he stared down at his empty palm, brow wrinkled. Weird. The sensation persisted, scurrying along the underside of his skin, little pincers tweaking and needling. Needles…needle, gouging into his vein.

Isaac gasped, hand flying back up to claw at his neck as a cold sliver of pain stabbed into it. Dizziness turned everything in his field of vision into an Impressionist painting. Knees wobbling, he listed to one side. Strong, warm arms hooked under his and caught him. Another phantom lancet stung him, dragging a hiss out from between his teeth. Panic welled in the cracks spreading across his bubble of dullness.

“Foda-se…Dorian! Please, help me get him on the sofa—I’m making it worse by touching him.”

Making what worse? Isaac wanted to ask. But his mouth was out of order. He could only grimace and produce pained groans while he was dumped onto something soft. The discomfort in his neck muscles transformed into a throb timed with his pulse.

“Is he religious at all, do you know?” he heard St-Ange ask.

“No idea. But here.” The smudge of black and denim-blue that was Renato steaked out of sight. It returned a few moments later next to the pillar of brown and navy looming over him. “Let him hold this, just in case.”

They opened one of his shaking hands. Something light and thin coiled into his palm before his fingers were folded over it.

“Okay, Soto,” St-Ange said, “let’s get you into some sunshine before you pass out.”

“Hrrn?” he managed by way of reply.

Sturdy arms helped him up again, but this time there was no adverse reaction. Isaac could stand with the added support of someone to lean on for balance, and though his legs were about as firm as cooked spaghetti, together he and St-Ange lumbered toward the front door. He squinted against the brightness when it was thrown open. Once his eyes adjusted, details sharpened until his vision returned to normal. St-Ange guided him to the wall just beside the doorway and let him slide down to sit on the floor directly across from one of the hall windows. Water droplets glittered on the glass, the rain having paused for the time being.

“Feel better?” Hunkering down next to him, St-Ange placed the back of their hand to his forehead. Their skin was soft and warm, like the muted sunlight filtering through the clouds.

Isaac’s dry throat clicked during his attempt to swallow. “What happened?” he croaked.

“Vitality transfer. It usually only happens to humans a bloodborn has fed from repeatedly, but you might be extra vulnerable to the effects.”

“You’re telling me he can suck out my life without drinking my blood?” Isaac made a heroic effort to sound outraged. Between a creeping shiver and the low-grade headache gaining momentum behind his eyes, he mostly came across as miserable.

“Not on purpose like a psychic vampire could. Being near Renato, plus getting thrown into a stressful situation probably made you, um, spring a leak.” Gaze slinking off to the stormy sky, they fiddled with the end of one of their thin braids. “Sorry, by the way. For what I said about the bribery stuff. And I didn’t know…Renato didn’t mention the other part before. You know, about what you went through.”

For a second, Isaac thought they meant the botched kidnapping. Then he realized they had to be referring to the other horrific event he’d somehow survived. He lifted a hand, meaning to press it to his aching head, before remembering he was holding something. Uncurling his fingers, he found a jumbled rosary piled in his palm. Raising an eyebrow at St-Ange, he held it up so the blue glass beads sparkled even in the subdued light.

“Faith can ward off some of the side effects of bloodborn feedings.” They gave a one-shouldered shrug. “We figured it might help, if you were a believer.”

He wasn’t. In a generous frame of mind, Isaac might have called himself agnostic. Mama Lucia and his aunt Petra had attended church in irregular spurts, and for the major events: Ash Wednesday, Easter, Christmas Day. His dad had always stayed home, though, saying he couldn’t congratulate a god who had let his wife die in a plague while people who opposed health mandates lived to run for political office another day. As a kid, Isaac had just been content to sleep in instead of being forced to dress up and then dragged to a morning Mass like his cousins. Joining the Coven hadn’t done much to convert him as an adult either—quite the opposite. Ghosts, according to Elfy and her department, were a lot of things but coherent wasn’t anywhere near the top of the list. Most rambling speeches that could be coaxed out of them revolved around long gone earthly concerns, not a peep about tunnels of light or lakes of fire. He let the rosary drop back into his hand.

“If I’m not particularly spiritual, how do I prevent the…you called it a vitality transfer?”

St-Ange ran the end of their braid up and down against their unbruised cheek as they considered. “The easiest way is to let Renato mix a few drops of his blood with yours and—”

“Fuck that.”

“O-kayyy…well then, I guess you’re going to need either a cleansing ritual, or to put a few hundred miles between you and him for several months. At least.”

That he could get behind. Shoving the rosary into his jacket pocket, Isaac labored to his feet. Eyes popping wide, St-Ange scrambled to a standing position too.

“What’re you doing?” they asked.

“Going back to my hotel.”

A soft gasp. “You’re not in any shape to be alone.”

He begged to differ. More than anything, he wanted to curl up in a dark corner and shun the rest of the world for the next decade or so. Hand on the wall to steady himself, Isaac shuffled in the direction of the elevator. Out of the corner of his eye he could see St-Ange trailing him.

“I’m fine,” he said, hitting the call button to the lower floors.

“You’re a bad liar, is what you are.”

Isaac flinched but didn’t argue. Instead, he switched up strategies.

“You can’t follow me. The enforcers might catch sight of you.”

“Hmph. And do you think I’ll be any safer when you go back to them? What are you going to say if they ask where you’ve been?”

Glaciers moved quicker than the elevator did between floors. Heel bouncing while he watched the digital numbers marking its progress, Isaac jabbed the call button again. “Does it matter? You’re leaving the city, aren’t you?”

“Not if Watts and your other friends from the magic department stop me before sundown. Or aquilae who aren’t willing to make a deal show up after dark. You go back to that hotel without a plan and you might as well sign my death certificate. Yours too probably. If you ask me, Watts’s orders are to keep you quiet and in one place until the higher-ups decide whether you’re a threat or bargaining chip. Ask me again and I’ll say neither answer is going to be pretty.”

His head turned sharply to face them, rebuttals ready to launch. The watered-down light streaming through the windows really brought out the red undertones of the bruise on their cheek. The hinges of Isaac’s jaw seized up.

“Just talk to Renato,” St-Ange said, pressing their advantage. “He’s the reason you’re in this mess, you know? So, let him take some responsibility.”

A cheerful chime accompanied the elevator doors sliding open. Isaac stared at his hollow-eyed reflection in the mirrored walls of the cab.

“Why did they go looking for you?” he asked.

“Eh?”

“The enforcers and Renato. Why did everyone look you up as soon as they got into the city?”

“Oh, easy.” Dorian beamed. “Because I’m a traitor.”

Isaac stuck his foot out as the doors tried to close. “Excuse me?”

“Well, a traitor by Coven standards. I never liked you guys—no offense—and only joined to help a friend. She’s waiting for me up in Olympia, and Renato is my ticket out of here. By helping me, he gets an introduction to the area’s bloodborn.”

“And the enforcers—”

“Figured I might try to contact Renato to make a deal. Which I definitely would have, except he approached me first.”

Right. He was just lucky part of the deal hadn’t involved trapping him. Taking a long breath, Isaac got into the elevator. Turning, he faced a wounded-looking St-Ange.

“What are you—”

“I’m going to run an errand,” he told them, hand holding back the doors. “I won’t go back to the enforcers. Not until later. And I’ll try to come up with something that throws them off your trail for a while.” His fingers tightened against the steel frame. “But I’m not running off with someone I don’t know either. Especially not with him.” He pointed toward Renato’s apartment with his chin. “I’m not here to judge whatever you want to do, but I don’t want to be involved in it anymore either. So, hope you find your friend, it was nice to meet you, and goodbye.”

For a moment, St-Ange’s mouth opened as if they would argue. Instead, they just shook their head sadly as the elevator closed. Isaac jabbed the button for the lobby before leaning against the wall, heart pounding.

He was alive. He’d made it. Now he just had to make sure he stayed that way.

After walking out of the tower, Isaac ventured into the entertainment complex next door. While glancing over his shoulder every couple of minutes, he eventually found a public interface over by the arcade arena. He pulled up his messages. Shutting out the laughter and chatter around him, he memorized the address and contact info Elfy had sent him. When he was sure he had it down, Isaac pulled up a tab to rent a car.

By noon, he was driving south, windshield wipers working at medium speed and at least two of his problems behind him.

#story update #dysthanasia #vampire fiction #vampire series #amwriting #and Isaac goes on to live his life without any other problems #yeah sure

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findyourrp · 6 months

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Space adventures: 3.0

💫Hello ladies, gents and fellow rpers. After having to take an unexpected but necessary break from the wonderful world of rping I’m ready to dive back into the waters of writing and make some amazing new stories with some new partners. I’ve been in the writing game for over ten years at this point and consider myself to be fairly experienced when it comes to rping. That being said, I do not require you to have decades of writing experience in order to rp with me. In fact all I ask for anyone thinking of reaching out to me is that:

-You are 18+. I’m in my twenties and not comfortable rping with minors as my role plays contain NSFW themes and other mature content. Your characters are also required to be 18+ as well.

-You are capable of bringing ideas to the table, love to worldbuild, adore talking about our characters and aren’t afraid to throw in a plot twist every now and then.

-You will let me know if you have any problems with the rp and work through them with me as well as let me know if you need to take a break or might be busy. I will make sure to do the same.

-You are looking for a long term rp. I want this to be something that spans for months, maybe even years. Not just a couple days or weeks.

-You are comfortable with both MxM and FxM romances. I have no preference as to which one we do.

-You have discord.

I also ask for you to please not godmod, control my characters or spam me with hey/are you there/when are you going to reply/etc.

I AM NOT THE RPER FOR YOU IF:

-You are looking for someone to play as a female main character. I only play male main characters and cannot be persuaded to do otherwise.

-You cannot reply more than a couple of times a week. I tend to lose interest/motivation if I don’t get a reply at least every other day.

-You don’t have discord. I rp only on discord because I like making servers to keep things organised, other platforms just don’t work for me.

Taking over:

New recruit:

The mission:

One unit, one goal:

(Important point of notice: I will be playing the new pilot. you will be playing as a member of the team they’re joining.)

(Important point of notice: I will be playing the captured spacer. You will be playing the captain of the criminals.)

Stowaway:

(Important point of notice: I will be playing the stowaway. You will be playing the ship’s captain.)

Enslaved:

(Important point of notice: I’ll be playing the slave/servant. You’ll be the master/mistress.)

Last chance:

(Important point of notice: I’ll be playing the criminal, you will be playing as one of the crew members or even the captain of the ship.)

My discord: tiberionwars

My Gmail: [email protected]

Can’t wait to rp with anyone interested!

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aspenmissing · 9 months

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𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝙿𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚔𝚒𝚗, 𝚂𝚊𝚖 𝚆𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 (𝙿𝚝 𝟸)

The three arrive at Tracy's school, all in formal wear. Theo walks into a room full of art marks, looking up and seeing a bunch more hanging down. She sees a demonic-looking one and focuses on it. She hears screams and screeches in her ear - as if she's dreaming again before she feels someone walk up behind her.

"Man, these are freaky," Dean says, causing Theo to turn around to see him and Sam looking at the masks.

"Bring back memories?" Sam asks.

"What do you mean?" Theo asks, looking at him.

"Being a teenager, all that angst."

"No Sammy, I think that was just you." Dean jokes. Theo sighs, a little relieved that her brothers didn't see what was going on when she was staring at the mask.

"Oh." She says, eyes darting around at the masks.

"What'd you think I meant?" Sam asks.

"Nothing." Theo shakes her head. Dean looks over at the students, nudging Theo to look. They look over to see a student, putting a large bong-shaped piece into a kiln.

"Now that brings back memories," Dean says, chuckling. Theo chuckles back, nodding.

"Dude, I need a bigger kiln." The student says, releasing it's too small to fit his clay bong-shaped piece.

"You three wanted to talk to me?" Someone says from behind them, they turn to see a teacher carrying a box with a mug on top.

"Ah, Mr Harding." Sam greets.

"Oh, please, Don." He says, shaking Sam's hand.

"Okay, Don," Theo says as Don shakes her hand too before reaching out to shake Dean's.

"Even my students call me Don." He says, shaking Dean's hand.

"Yeah, we get it, Don," Dean replies as Don walks past them to place his box on the table. Dean, Sam and Theo then pull out their badges.

"I'm agent Getty, this is Agent Lee." Dean gestures to Sam. "And Agent Gibbs." He gestures to Theo. Don turns around looking at the badges. "We just had a few questions about, uh, Tracy Davis." They put their badges away. Don has a surprised look on his face.

"Uh, yeah, Tracy, uh, bright kid, loads of talent. It's a shame she got suspended." Don says. The three share a quick look of confusion.

"Uh, you two had a... uh, violent altercation." Dean questions.

"Yeah, she exploded. If Principal Murrow hadn't walked by when he did, Tracy would have clawed my eyes out."

"Why?"

"I, uh, you know, I was only trying to rap with her about her work. It had gotten inappropriate and disturbing."

"More disturbing, than, uh, those guys?" Theo asks, turning around and indicating the angry masks hanging on the wall and the ceiling.

"She would cover page after page with these bizarre cryptic symbols, and then there were the drawings." Don explained, "Detailed images of killings, gory, primitive, and she would depict herself in the middle of them, participating."

"Symbols, what kind of symbols? Uh, anything like this?" Sam holds up a bag to Don, showing a silver Celtic coin inside.

"Yeah, yeah, I think that might have been one of them."

"You know where Tracy is now?" Theo asks.

"I would imagine her apartment," Don says.

"Her apartment?" Dean questions.

"Yeah, she got here about a year ago, alone, as I understood it, as an emancipated teen. God only knows what her parents were like." Don says the three siblings share a look before Theo looks back to Don.

"Can you write it down for us please?" She asks, smiling.

Theo drives up and parks her car outside of their motel, turning the engine off before getting out. Dean gets out of the passenger side. Sam walks over to the two, having been to Tracy's apartment and finding nothing. The three now dressed back into their normal wear, Theo chewing on a lollypop.

"So?" Dean asks.

"Tracy was nowhere I could find. Any luck with her friends?" Theo shakes her head.

"Nah, luck is not our style. Her friends don't know where she is. It's like the bitch popped a broomstick." She jokes as the three make their way to their room.

"She could be making the third sacrifice any time," Sam says.

"Yes, thank you, Sam." They get close to their room before getting stopped by a kid dressed as an astronaut, holding out his sweet bucket to them.

"Trick or treat," He says.

"This is a motel," Dean says, gesturing around.

"So?"

"So we don't have any candy."

"No, we have a ton in the uh..." Sam looks back and points to the impala. Theo looks at him, sheepishly.

"We did, but it's gone." She gestures to her lolly in her mouth. "Last one." Sam looks between his older siblings, getting what she means. The kid looks unimpressed and Dean looks down at him.

"Sorry kid, we can't help ya," Dean says.

"I want candy." The kid says, huffing.

"Well, I think you've had enough," Dean says, causing Theo to pinch his arm and glare at him. Dean looks to her shrugging before backing at the kid, who glares at him and narrows his eyes. The kid then walks past Dean, shoving into him and Dean puts his hands up.

Sam unlocks their motel room and enters before immediately drawing his gun, and moving forwards in an offensive stance, ready to attack. Dean quickly followed.

"Who are you?!" Sam shouts. Theo rushes in, trying to stop the two.

"Sam! Dean! Wait, it's Castiel!" Dean puts his gun down the second he sees Cas, but Sam remained with his gun pointing in shock. "The angel." Theo puts her hand on his gun, pushing it down as Sam looks at Castiel, stunned. Theo notices the other man in the room, standing by the window. "Him, I don't know." Sam looks at Castiel in wonder and a smile crosses his face. Cas looks to Dean first.

"Hello, Dean." Cas greets. Dean nods "I am sorry about knocking you out the last time I saw you."

"It's no bother," Dean says, sarcastically. Can then looks to Sam.

"Hello, Sam." He walks forwards a little.

"Oh my God – er – uh – I didn't mean to – sorry." Sam stutters over his words, still stunned. "It's an honour, really, I – I've heard a lot about you." Sam steps forwards and holds out his hand to shake Castiel's.

Dean goes and closes the door to their room while Theo stares at the two, the lollypop still in her mouth. Castiel looks at Sam's hand, not too sure about what he wants. Sam then shakes it a little, and Castiel finally understands and shakes Sam's hand.

"And I, you. Sam Winchester - " Castiel then puts their other hand on top of Sam's. "The boy with the demon blood. Glad to see you've ceased your extracurricular activities."

"Let's keep it that way." The man at the window says, still facing it.

"Yeah, okay, chuckles," Dean says. Theo looks to Cas.

"Who's Mr Grumpy over there." She asks.

"This the raising of Samhain, have you stopped it?" Cas questions, not answering her question.

"Why?" Theo asks.

"Theodora, have you located the witch?"

"Yes, we've located the witch." She says.

"And is the witch dead?"

"No, but -"

"We know who it is." Dean finishes. Castiel takes the lolly out of Theo's mouth, making it disappear.

"Huh, what - I wasn't finished-" She watches as Castiel walks over to the table by the bed.

"Apparently the witch knows who you are too." He picks up a hex back, showing it to them. "This was inside the wall of your room. If we hadn't found it, surely one or all of you would be dead. Do you know where the witch is now?" The siblings exchange a look.

"We're working on it," Theo says as they look back to Cas.

"That's unfortunate," Cas says, looking over to the mystery man at the window.

"What do you care?" Dean asks.

"The raising of Samhain is one of the 66 seals," Castiel says.

"So this is about your buddy Lucifer?" Theo asks.

"Lucifer is no friend of ours." The mystery man says.

"It's just an expression," Theo says, side glancing at the man.

"Lucifer cannot rise. The breaking of the seal must be prevented at all costs."

"Okay, great, well now that you're here, why don't you tell us where the witch is, we'll gank her and everybody goes home," Dean says

"We are not omniscient. This witch is very powerful, she's cloaked even our methods." Cas explains.

"Okay, well we already know who she is, so if we work together –" Sam says, but is cut off by the man.

"Enough of this."

"Okay, who are you and why should I care?" Theo says, glaring at the man. He turns from the window, looking at Theo.

"This is Uriel, he's what you might call a... specialist," Cas says, looking at him. Uriel walks towards them.

"What kind of specialist?" Dean questions, as the group looks to Uriel, "What are you gonna do?"

"You – uh, three of you – you need to leave this town immediately," Cas warns.

"Why?" Theo questions.

"Because we're about to destroy it." Sam, Dean and Theo exchange a worried glance. Theo looks to Uriel, slight anger spreading across her face.

"So, this is your plan, you're gonna smite the whole friggin' town?" She says.

"There are a thousand people here," Sam says.

"One thousand two hundred fourteen."

"You son of a bitch." Theo says teeth gritted.

"And you're willing to kill them all?"

"This isn't the first time I've... purified a city."

"Look, I understand this is regrettable," Cas says, trying to ease the mood.

"Regrettable?" Dean questions.

"We have to hold the line. Too many seals have broken already."

"So, you screw the pooch on some seals and this town has to pay the price?" Theo says, looking to Cas.

"It's the lives of one thousand against the lives of six billion. There's a bigger picture here."

"Right, 'cause your bigger picture kind of guys," Theo says, snarky. Cas steps forwards, staring straight into Theo's eyes.

"Lucifer cannot rise. He does and hell rises with him. Is that something that you're willing to risk?" Cas says, Theo, biting her tongue.

"We'll stop this witch before she summons anyone," Dean says, looking between the two angels.

" Your seal won't be broken and no one has to die," Sam adds. The brothers trying to negotiate. Castiel continues to stare into Theo's eyes as if he's waiting for her to say something.

"We're wasting time with these mud monkeys," Uriel says. Cas turns away from Theo to Uriel.

"I'm sorry, but we have our orders."

"No, you can't do this, your’re angels," Sam says, causing Uriel to slightly chuckle. "I mean aren't you supposed to – You're supposed to show mercy."

"Says who?" He says.

"We have no choice," Cas says, his back facing the Winchesters.

"Of course, you have a choice. I mean, come on, what? You've never questioned a crap order, huh? What are you both, just a couple of hammers?" Theo says, clearly pissed over the whole situation.

"Look, even if you can't understand it, have faith. The plan is just."

"How can you even say that?" Sam asks.

"Because it comes from heaven, that makes it just," Cas says, turning to face him.

"Oh, it must be nice, to be so sure of yourselves," Dean says.

"Tell me something, Dean, when your father gave you an order, didn't you obey?" Dean looks to Cas, not saying anything. Theo glares at Cas, knowing that's pissed her off more than he brought up her father.

"Well, sorry boys look like the plans have changed." She says, causing Cas to tilt his head at her.

"You think you can stop us?" Uriel questions, an amused look on his face.

"No, but if you're gonna smite this whole town, then you're gonna have to smite us with it because we are not leaving," Theo says, all the while walking over to Uriel, standing face to face. "See, you went to the trouble of busting me out of hell. As well as keeping me alive all those years ago. I figure I'm worth something to the man upstairs. So, you wanna waste me, go ahead, see how he digs that."

"He is worth something to the man upstairs too." Uriel gestures to Dean. "You are worth, with what you've got inside you. And you bet I will drag you out of here myself." Uriel threatens, but Theo remains unfazed.

"Yeah, but you'll have to kill us, then we're back to the same problem. I mean, come on, you're gonna wipe out a whole town for one little witch. Sounds to me like you're compensating for something." Theo smirks at Uriel. She then turns back around and walks back over to Cas, staring him right in the eyes. "We can do this. We will find that witch and we will stop the summoning."

"Castiel! I will not let these people-"

"Enough!" Castiel says, cutting Uriel off by holding his hand up to him. Cas stares at Theo for a second. "I suggest you move quickly." Sam and Dean walk out of the motel room, Theo stands back a little. She hears the flap of wings. "I can tell you want to ask me something." Theo turns to now just see Cas in the room, Uriel no longer there.

"This thing inside me, this, Grace?" She asks, Cas nods.

"What about it? Is something the matter with it?" Cas steps forward, going to place his hand on her head.

"What no, no. It's fine, I think?" She says, shaking her head. "But what Uriel said - How I'm worth it to god because of what's inside me. Just exactly who's Grace do I have inside me? It can't just be a regular angel. N-No offence, but I don't think people will be busting their assess off to keep me alive if this grace in me isn't important." Cas sighs, looking down to the floor before looking back up to Theo.

"You are correct, He had saved you after you were injured badly, with no chance of surviving. No one knows why, perhaps because you were a Winchester, or perhaps because he could tell your potential-

"ASTRONAUT!" Dean shoots from outside. Theo looks to Cas.

"Hold on a second." She goes to the door and sticks her head out, seeing the mess on her car. "What the hell happened?! My poor baby, I did nothing to that kid?!" She groans, walking towards them. "Right before we leave anywhere, you two are cleaning this up." She throws Dean the keys to the Impala, before walking back to the room.

"Where are you going?" Dean asks.

"To talk with Cas." She says, walking straight into the room and closing it behind her. Sam and Dean exchange a look, shrugging before looking at the egged Impala. The two looks at each other, holding out their hands before playing rock paper scissors, as to who will clean the car while the other gets some food. They do the round and Dean groans as he loses, all while Sam laughs.

"Always me dammit." Dean rolls up his sleeves while Sam watches him with amusement before leaving.

Back inside the motel room, Theo turns to Cas, gesturing her hand to him for him to continue. She leans against the post of the room, looking at the angel.

"As I was saying, what he didn't know is that his Grace would somehow bond with your soul," Cas explained.

"Yeah, you've told me that but who saved me?" Cas looks her in the eyes, "Who's grace could possibly be in my soul that makes Heaven want to keep me alive?"

"Gabriel." Cas says, "The archangel, Gabriel's grace bonded to you..."

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