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toruro · 6 months

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i just think….toxic ex bf!dino who starts hoeing out to make you jealous.. he fucks any random girl at any random party but only thinks of you, making sure his hickeys are visible enough for you to see them, posting pics with randoms on his socials 💭

nectar of the gods

tags: smut (18+), angst, toxic chan (duhh), pet names (baby), creampie

w/c: 1.4k

a/n: this concept is insanity actually anon i am in love with u (WINK WONK WINK WONK WINK WONK) ..,,, pls visit my inbox more often :3

thinking about your toxic ex chan.

it's funny when you say that, because he was the one who said he wanted to end things on good terms; told you he wanted "none of that drama ... none of that petty shit." chan had said it so casually that you're now having a hard time trying to figure out if you're going crazy.

crazy, because just three nights after you two ended things, he was posting on his finsta (which, by the way, he demanded you stay on for the sake of keeping peace and not cutting ties) at some party you weren't invited to with some girl you didn't know dancing—no, grinding—on the same man whose lap you were bouncing on just a week earlier.

crazy, because two days later you go to hang out with your group of friends and of course chan is there (because when isn't chan there?), and you swear you haven't seen him wear a shirt with a collar that low in ages and ... is that a hickey? you might go crazy.

crazy, because you aren't sure if he expects you to stare ..,, crazy, because you swear you see his lips curve upwards into a smug smirk when you turn your eyes away, bashfully heating up in the cheeks. "you good?" he asks casually, when you choke over your water a little when you decide to glance back at him and catch second and third splotchy, bruising mark under his collarbone.

crazy, because you aren't sure why your stomach bubbles up with some nasty feeling of ... anger? uncertainty? jealousy?

crazy, because how could you be jealous? you broke up with him—told him you've got too much going on in your life, and while chan was great and all, you don't really have the time for a boyfriend right now. so really, you have no right to be jealous, isn't that correct?

fuck, you've gone crazy.

it doesn't help that you try to avoid him. the next week, you don't sit next to him in the lecture you have together, and you don't think chan'll make a fuss about it. after all, it seems like he's moving on just fine, so you hardly consider the fact that he might be just a bit bothered by the fact that you choose to sit next to seungcheol instead.

you don't expect him to walk up to you afterwards with a frown etched deep into his lips as he scoffs, "already throwing yourself on my friends?" to which you'd like to respond with: "aren't you doing just the same?" ... 'cept you don't say that, because that would mean you're jealous, right? and you're not jealous ... no way!

so you just shake your head softly and say that you're sorry for causing a fuss. that you'll sit with him next time. that you'll start talking to seungcheol less. chan grins at you and nods his head, and as he turns away to head to his car, you catch the fading mark on his neck from a few nights before, and wonder if you should say something.

you don't, of course.

that night you go home, and you're scrolling on your insta and then there's that bright ring around the chan's finsta and so curiosity undoubtedly kills the cat. maybe you tear up a little at the sight of a an obviously faded chan who's got his cheek pressed up against another girl's, both of them grinning as people party in the background.

and so you call him, and he's sweet at first. asks you, "hey what's up ... hey are you crying?" to which you respond with more sniffles. and you wanna hang up, you wanna hang up so bad, but then you think that if you cut the call he's just gonna go off and talk to that girl—or worse, he'll fuck her—and you're totally not jealous but you also totally can't let that happen.

and so you cry a bit harder—you replay the image of those stupid, big fat hickeys on his neck—and you let your tummy churn while you wallow in your own self pity.

"what's wrong baby?" chan asks you from the other side, and in the background you faintly hear the blaring techno and you briefly consider telling him you miss him, which is odd because you don't miss him ... do you? you just don't want him to go off with what's-her-face ... right?

and so you're silent, tryin' to figure out what you should say but then you hear this voice and it's too high pitched, too bubbly, too girly to be chan's, and suddenly your heart sinks right down to your stomach.

"channie, c'mon! let's have some fun?" the voice of a girl calls in the background, and you're just about to open your mouth and say something when chan beats you to it.

"i gotta go," he tells you in a rush and oh the sound of the line being cut will be you're undoing, because now the image of chan fucking this random ass girl burns into your skull and for some reason, you can't seem to shave it down.

and so you drown yourself in your tears, pressing yourself into the cushions of your couch and your sobs rack through your empty living room while chan is probably in some strangers room fucking the living daylights out of a cunt that isn't yours.

you think you might just fall asleep like this—alone in this dimly lit room with nothing but your tears dropping onto your lap; and so when you hear chan's voice you think this might be a dream, but then you look up and suddenly you see him.

he stands in front of you in all his glory, face flushed and faux blonde hair brushes just over his eyes as he walks closer to where you sit on your couch. chan shushes you when you ask him why he's still got your keys—tells you that isn't important right now—and he cups your cheeks and wipes your tears, asks you why you're crying, why there are tears in your eyes when "channie's right here ... channie's not gonna leave you ..."

and then he's kneeling in front of you, askin' you again why you're crying and so you cry even harder ... his hands are all over you, stroking your cheeks and then rubbing your shoulders, then one hand's on your hip and kneading the soft flesh and you think he's just trying to comfort you and so you cry even harder because you wonder whether he had his hands on that girl just moments earlier.

but then he's whispering in your ear, tellin' you he's gonna "make you feel better ..." but only if you'll let him.

his hands feel so nice all over you, rubbing up and down your thighs and—fuck, when did he slip his fingers between your legs? not that you care anyways, because even with your mind deluded with tears, you find the want to slowly hump your hips into his touch until he's slipping his hand down your pant, asking you if this is you letting him "make you feel good."

of course, you whine through your tears, nodding dumbly when he slips his rough fingers into your soaked cunt, murmuring into your neck 'bout how "channie's always gonna be here to make you feel better ... channie's never gonna leave ..."

he fingers you for a bit, and then he fucks you into the couch. it's hot and sloppy and heavy and messy, and it has you crying and panting—hands all over each other because you can't get enough of him.

your lips run all over his neck, his chest, collarbone—all of it, because you are in no way jealous, you just enjoy marking your territory. and chan fucks you so deep, groaning, "this pussy's made for me—just for me, you hear me?" and you are not a jealous person but you grin to yourself in this fucked out haze because chan is right.

you wrap your arms around his neck as he fucks you missionary, raking your nails into his back, tugging at the roots of his hair—doin' everything you fucking can to show chan that he might not be yours but he is yours, and you are his.

the thought that this might come and bite you in the ass crosses your mind briefly, but chan is quick to fuck your worries away, tellin' you "no one's gonna fuck you like this ..." and so you moan, and chan takes that as an agreement, so he fucks you harder until you're choking over your own sobs of pleasure.

"this pussy's mine, you got that baby?"

#answered #✰ anon #mdni #svt smut #seventeen imagines #seventeen smut #svt scenarios #dino smut #dino x reader #dino scenarios #lee chan x reader #lee chan smut #lee chan imagines #💌 drabbles

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kotaloyelysiumevents · 2 months

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Valentine's Mini Prompts Masterlist!

There was a (late created) mini prompts event for Valentine's Day. 5 days, 2 prompts a day, for anything people felt like doing from drabbles and sketches to full fics and beyond. Short notice, but lots of enthusiasm! 💖 (please note fic ratings are always based on the Ao3 format and all Aloy/Kotallo unless marked!)

Day 1 - 10th of Feb 🖐️ hands / touch 🔇 'Shh…. they'll hear us'

📝 I wear your marks with pride (M) by @koteevna Meridian is filled with small nooks and crannies where two people can love each other without limits

📝 Hands (T) by @murmeringwhisper A quiet moment between Aloy and Kotallo.

🎨 🖐️ Hands/Touch by @quiche-draws

📝 Quiet (E) by @fogsblue Aloy wants Kotallo to lose his well earned control. He has other plans.

📝 Best in the West (E) by @r4diate-love They've got a few minutes to kill before having to be in Chainscrape…

📝 It's okay to be not okay (NR) by Fallen2theVirus (Kotallo/Female Character) He looked at her, assessing, still not moving. She rolled her eyes, letting out a sigh - »Come on, Marshal. Don’t tell me you are afraid of a little bit of ‘holding hands’!«

📝 A soft touch (T) by @beyondbendingsky She was the one that had asked to take time to explore this newfound intimacy between them. Day 2 and beyond under the cut!

Day 2 - 11th of Feb 👀 things I notice about the other person that no one else does 🙌 Touch starved

📝 Never Again (M) by @r4diate-love Memories… (touch starved)

📝 a welcome touch (G) by @fogsblue Kotallo sees the way Aloy startles momentarily at each friendly, familial touch before she leans into them...

📝The Way... (NR) by Fallen2theVirus things I notice about the other person that no one else does

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Day 3 - 12th of Feb 😏 Shenanigans at the Carja peace summit in Meridian 🚿 steamy showers after long battles

📝 Bathtime fun (E) by @fogsblue Aloy doesn't like Carjan nobles, but a relaxing bath can improve her mood, especially if Kotallo is willing to help out.

📝 Shower (E) by @murmeringwhisper Aloy and Kotallo wind down after a long battle.

📝 Hangry (E) by @r4diate-love Aloy rolls her eyes. Finally today's meetings are over. Time to blow off some steam!

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Day 4 - 13th of Feb ♻️ "I didn't want to fall in love, not at all. But at some point you smiled, and, holy shit, I blew it." 🕵️‍♂️ Sneaking away from an official event

📝 Careful (E) by @r4diate-love What happens at the King's dinner…

🎦 “I didn’t want to fall in love, not at all. But at some point you smiled.” by @charger-lens

📝 I didn't mean to... (G) by @fogsblue "I didn’t mean to fall in love with you"

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Day 5 - 14th of Feb 😲 The '….oh' moment ✅ Leaving marks / Biting / Hickeys

📝 muddy moments (T) by @fogsblue Kotallo wasn't expecting a life changing realisation today, but then there's the mud.

📝 The Luckiest Man (T) by @r4diate-love Softness

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Chapter fics that cover multiple days!

Second verse (E) by @shipperobsession Aloy has doubts, Kotallo has answers. Stories from a life lived together. Chapter 1: "Shh… They'll hear us" Chapter 2: "Touch starved" Chapter 3: "Steamy showers after long battles" Chapter 4: "Sneaking away from an official event" Chapter 5: "Leaving marks / biting / Hickeys"

The Mark of Love (T) by TheArtseeWinks These two are very much in love with each other. Chapter 1: Hands/Touch Chapter 2: Things I Notice About the Other Person That No One Else Does Chapter 3: Shenanigans at the Carja Peace Summit Chapter 4: "I Didn't Want to Fall in Love. Not at All. But at Some Point You Smiled and Holy Shit I Blew It." Chapter 5: The 'Oh' Moment

The Marshal's Moments (E) by @mayalli A collection of drabbles from Kotallo’s point of view. Chapter 1: Shh Chapter 2: Things I Notice Chapter 3: Shenanigans in Meridian Chapter 4: I didn’t want to fall in love Chapter 5: Marks

Tell Me You Love Me (M) by @goodvibrationsmp3 Day 1: Hands/touch + “Shh… they’ll hear us" Day 2: Touch-starved

Valentine's Mini Prompt Challenge (G) by @dino-trash-kieran (Kotallo/Talanah) Chapter 1: Hands/Touch Chapter 2: Noticing Things No-one Else Does Chapter 3: Shenanigans at the Peace Summit

Valentine's Mini Prompt Challenge (After Dark) by @dino-trash-kieran (Kotallo/Talanah) Chapter 1: Shh, They'll Hear Us Chapter 2: Touch Starved Chapter 3: A Steamy Shower Chapter 4: Sneaking Away

When Mountain Meets Sky by @quiche-draws Day 3: Caught - Shenanigans at the Carja peace summit in Meridian Day 4: Tempt - Sneaking away from an official event Day 5: Love - The '...Oh' Moment"

Kotaloy Elysium Valentine Prompts (T) by @cotanerd Chapter 1: Hands / Touch Chapter 2: Touch starved Chapter 3: Shenanigans at the Carja peace summit in Meridian Chapter 4: Sneaking away from an official event Chapter 5: Leaving marks

#kotaloy elysium events #kotaloy #aloy #kotallo #aloy x kotallo #horizon forbidden west

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karahalloway · 2 months

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Devil May Care

Fandom: Heaven’s Secret (Book 1: Season 1)

Pairing: Lucifer x F!OC (Devon Hart)

Series: Oh, So Devilish

Chapter summary: Devon sneaks off to track down a lead on her death... But she's not alone.

Word count: 5,100

Warnings: M (swearing, angst, suicidal thoughts, aggro, toxic behaviour, references to death, physical violence)

Chapter theme song:

A/N1: So. This is not what I was supposed to be working on. At all. Not only is this not Intentions, but it’s not even TRR… or Choices, for that matter. However, a couple of weeks ago, @angelasscribbles convinced me to take the plunge with a Romance Club choices game called Heaven’s Secret and I became instantly hooked… especially on Lucifer’s character. I have a type; can’t you tell? 😆

A/N2: This first part of what turned into a two-parter (it just got too long, so I had to split it) focuses on the events that take place at the end of HS S1E5 and the second part focuses on the start of S1E6. Because while I love the character of Lucifer, I felt like that his characterisation missed the mark a bit (especially considering that he is the literal Son of Satan) so, I decided to make… adjustments 😏

A/N3: I appreciate that this is not what most people on my tag list signed up to read, but I have tagged my Permas anyway, in case anyone wants to indulge me. However, in the (highly likely) event that I end up writing more for this fandom, moving forward, I will only tag people who specifically request to be tagged. So if you want in on Part 2, let your preferences be known, or forever hold your peace.

A/N4: By way of context for people who decide to read, but are not familiar with canon for this story, here is some background (which I have also tried to incorporate as much as possible into the fic itself): MC (default name, Vicky Walker, but for various reasons, I decided to create an OC instead) is killed in a car crash. However, instead of ‘simply’ dying, she is offered the choice to become an immortal and join the Angels & Demons Academy (located in Heaven) and train to become either an angel or a demon (your choices in the game actually affect your path — prior to choosing an eventual side, you are referred to as an ‘Unclaimed’). As part of her training, MC is sent down to Earth to complete assignments that require her to influence humans into making various choices… however, MC is also secretly trying to investigate the circumstances of her (highly suspicious) death. Also, for the purposes of this universe, Lucifer is the demon son of Satan and Lilith (not a fallen angel as per Biblical canon). Dino, Sammy and Fencio are true-born angels (don’t ask about the names), Mimi and Adi are true-born demons. Both angels and demons (and Unclaimed) are anthropomorphic and have wings; however, when they go down to Earth, they disguise themselves in human form. Hope that helps! 🤗

Devil May Care

“Ah, there you are…”

Jerking my gaze away from Dino, I spot Sammy’s human form standing a few feet away.

“Sorry,” I say, quickly wiping the remnants of the wetness from my face. “I… I just needed a minute.”

Sammy nods in understanding. “If it’s any consolation, the fact that you care is a good thing. It shows you still have your humanity. No death should be treated lightly, yet most demons… and a fair number of angels have lost sight of that. But it’s a strength. Don’t let Adi or Mimi tell you otherwise.”

“Thanks, Sammy…” I say with a sniffle, forcing myself to stand.

“Any time,” he acknowledges with a lop-sided smirk. “But we should get going.”

“Yes. It is time to return,” confirms Dino, coming to stand beside me.

As if on cue, the air begins to thicken around us, and a familiar crackle of energy raises the hairs on my arms. Glancing up, I see the very fabric of the night sky stretch and strain as an otherworldly wind whips the now-familiar bridge between the dimensions into shape.

Dino steps into the centre of the maelstrom first, lifting into the air as the vortex sucks him back to the ethereal realm.

“See you on the other side,” Sammy winks as he leaps after the other angel.

With a heavy exhale, I shove my hands into the pockets of my biker jacket, and force myself to move towards the epicentre of the storm.

Finding myself back on Earth in the wake of my death hadn’t been easy the first time, and it sure as hell hasn’t gotten any easier the second time either. Because even though everyone at the Academy keeps reminding me that my mortal life is well and truly over, and there is no going back, for whatever inexplicable reason I can’t seem to accept my new-found providence.

And coming back here — to the human realm — just feels like a massive kick in the gut each and every time… Like a kid being taunted with everything they can’t have from the other side of a toy store window. A cruel reminder of what that was wrenched away from me. My friends… My family… Even myself.

The undeniable force of the vortex tugs at my clothes, trying to lift me skywards, but I find myself fighting it.

Maybe because my death had been thrust upon me with such shocking suddenness… giving me no time to prepare, much less come to terms with it before I fell into the world of angels and demons. Maybe because the grief I saw etched into my father’s face has woven itself into the threads of my soul as well, reinforcing the harshness of the truth that we got cheated out of what could have been left of our precious, irretrievable time together. Or maybe it’s because I know that my killer is still out there, living it up despite the crime he committed against me, free from punishment, free from the scythe of justice.

The tip of my finger brushes against the folded letter buried in my pocket.

Since picking it up outside of my house a few days ago — though, to be fair, I have no idea how time converted between Earth and the angelic realm, so for all I know, it could’ve been years since my last visit – I’ve carried the piece of paper with me everywhere. In part because I don’t want anyone finding it and wondering how I managed to get my hands on it in the first place… As given that we aren’t supposed to interact with mortals outside of our given assignments, I am not particularly interested in the chewing out that is no doubt in store for me if someone decides to rat on me. But also, in part because I cannot let what happened to me go… and desperately crave answers.

Digging my heels in on the edge of the swirling whirlpool of energy, I pull the letter out…

…but as if by fate, the square of paper is ripped from my grasp by a particularly vicious gust of wind.

“No…!” I gasp, throwing myself heedlessly after my only lead.

The letter zooms around the circumference of the vortex — like a hapless butterfly riding the edge of a tornado — and begins to track upwards, ever further from my reach…

But just as it’s on the verge of vanishing into the void, it is suddenly snatched out of the air with inhuman speed and precision.

I stumble to stop, mouth agape and arm outstretched like some drunken ballerina as I lay eyes on the dark form on the other side of the vortex.

Crap…

Of all the possible ways this screw-up could’ve gone, this is — hands down — the worst.

As even in human skin… without the horned wings gathered around him like a dark halo, or the pulsing, ethereal tattoos that seem to constantly shift along the visible surface of his skin… there is no mistaking the raw power emanating from the being standing across from me.

Lucifer cocks a lazy brow in my direction as he holds the note up. “Lost something, have we?”

His eyes meets mine, and in spite of the distance separating us, I feel the full heat of the fire that burns in his demonic gaze scorch into me like the blade of a hot knife.

And despite drawing upon every ounce of my willpower to prevent it from happening, I feel an incriminating blush rise up my cheeks.

A slow smile curves at his lips. “I thought so…”

“Give it back!” I snap, my momentary embarrassment morphing instantly into anger… even though I know in the back of my mind this is exactly the reaction he is probably looking to goad me into.

Because I am angry. Angry at myself for being stupid enough to arm someone like Lucifer with such potent ammunition to use against me. Angry with him for the fact that he managed to sneak up on me like this in the first place.

But most of all, my heart is still bleeding for that little girl who died a senseless death mere minutes ago… and the knowledge that I had been complicit in it.

And I cannot keep a latch on the tidal wave of red rising over me. Nor do I really want to.

I have already cried a river on the bench with Dino — commiserating not just for the fate of the girl, but for the fucked up situation I now find myself in as well — and I have no tears left. Just raw, frothing rage at the inherent unjustness of the world, at the flippant and uncaring attitude of my fellow immortals who see humans as mere pawns on their eternal chess board, and my own powerlessness in the face of forces and rules that I don’t yet fully understand, but which I’m being steered to blindly conform to anyway.

And the arrogant demon standing in front of me is just as good a scapegoat for my ire as any.

“Or what?” he taunts, sliding his thumb slowly across the paper… taunting me shamelessly with the missive he now holds in his hand.

Something inside of me snaps and I launch myself at him with a wordless yell.

But the vortex has apparently had enough of being kept on hold by my indecision, and before I’ve made it two steps, I find myself being sucked up to go careening through time and space like a discombobulated pinball.

“Damn it!” I cuss as I’m tugged through the shimmering funnel against my will.

I had one chance to make some much-needed progress on figuring out who killed me and why, and I’ve managed to blow it.

And who knows when I’ll have the opportunity to try again? Or even if I’ll be able to try again…

As knowing Lucifer — the literal Spawn of Satan — he’ll end up throwing me under the bus the moment we get back to the Academy… just for perverse kicks.

“Asshole…” I gripe under my breath as I feel the speed of the vortex slow, indicating that my unplanned trip is about to come to an end.

But as my feet touch down once more, it is not back at the Academy where I find myself. Instead, I’m standing outside of a building that looks very much like a police station… in my hometown.

“Huh…”

Dino had mentioned previously that destinations in the vortex are set by one’s intentions.

Since I had been so focused on the letter — which my father had received from the lead detective assigned to my case — the vortex must’ve thought this is where I had wanted to go.

And I’m not about to look an unexpected gift horse in the mouth.

Knowing that I didn’t have a lot of time before my classmates — and Fencio! — notice my absence back in the angelic realm, I hurry across the street.

Taking the steps two at a time, I shove myself through the revolving door and step into the station. Luckily, I have the contents of the letter memorised, given that I no longer have it in my possession, so I’m hoping that I’ll be able to blag my way through this with some semblance of grace.

The receptionist manning the counter looks up at my arrival. “Can I help you?”

“Erm… Yes,” I confirm, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear as I step forward. “I’m looking for DC Lawton. He was heading up the Hart case…?”

I cross my fingers behind my back, hoping against hope that it’s only been mere weeks and not decades since my death, and the police are still investigating.

The receptionist takes a moment to consult her computer. “Yes. He should still be in.”

A relieved breath bursts out of me. Another break!

“Do you have an appointment?”

“Not exactly…” I admit. “But… I do have some information relating to the case that he needs to hear.”

The woman behind the desk studies me for a long moment, no doubt wondering what a petite Korean girl wearing pink pigtails and spiked leather could possibly have to contribute to a homicide investigation… given that that is the mortal skin I am currently masquerading around in.

But she nevertheless seems to take me at my word. “Down the hall, second door on the left.”

“Thank you!” I blurt, already turning away.

Speedwalking past the desk and down the corridor, I locate the correct door and push down on the handle without knocking.

The lone man occupying the room barely glances up from his stack of papers at the sound of my arrival. “Yeah?”

“DC Lawton?” I ask, stepping into the room.

“That’s what it says on the name plaque,” he grunts, indicating the front of his desk.

“Great!” I exclaim, moving up to him. “I…”

I trail off, realising that I haven’t actually planned out what I was going to say when I got here. As I can’t exactly reveal that I am the dead victim from one of his case files, come to demand answers about the circumstances of the car crash that killed her.

The detective raises his head, waiting for a response..

I take a deep breath. “I hear you’re the lead investigator on the Hart case.”

He nods. “That’s right. And you are?”

“An interested party,” I admit. It wasn’t a lie, but it wasn’t the whole truth either.

His brows furrow, no doubt in response to the same train of thought that chugged down the tracks of the receptionist’s mind earlier. “What kind of interested party?”

Shit…

I’m not sure exactly how I had expected this conversation to go, but it definitely wasn’t like this.

But then I remember that I’m not a mere human anymore…

And I’m not willing to leave empty-handed.

Ditching any rational approach, I scrunch my face up in pretend grief as I flop dramatically into the chair at the side of the detective’s desk. “I didn’t want to say anything before because I didn’t want anyone to know… especially my parents… but I can’t keep it in anymore and I need to tell someone!”

DC Lawton startles slightly at my unexpected and borderline theatrical flip of composure. “Keep what in anymore?”

I slap an aggrieved hand onto his. “That Devon and I were in a relationship!”

The detective’s eyes widen in shock, and I use his momentary surprise to lock my gaze with his, just like we practiced back at the Academy.

The physical contact, combined with the suddenly unrestricted access to the window of his soul, allows me to breach the energetic wall encasing his body, and dive right into the hidden recesses of his mind.

Yes! It worked!

But I force myself to curtail my celebration, knowing that I need to focus all my attention on maintaining the delicate connection with the man sitting in front of me.

“You must help me, Detective,” I urge, tightening my hold on his hand.

DC Lawton looks somewhat dazed — like he’s been whacked over the back of the head — but at the sound of my voice, his pupils dilate eagerly. “How can I help?”

“The girl in the Hart case that you’re investigating… she was run off the road. Do you know by who?”

“No,” he intones, his voice slightly groggy. “The vehicle was a rental. A black minivan. I haven’t had a chance to talk to the rental company yet…”

“Which rental company?” I press.

“Global Drive,” he says. “The license plate is NYK 357.”

“Can you write that all down for me?”

He lifts his pen up with a nod to scribble onto a Post-It. “Your hand is so warm…”

“Thanks,” I say, snatching the note from him and breaking off the contact in the process.

He blinks up at me rapidly. “Any time…?”

Jumping up from the chair, I turn to dash out of the room…

…and nearly trip over my own feet when I come face to face with the glowering form leaning against the door jamb.

“What th—?”

Lucifer’s lips curl back to reveal teeth. “I should have you racked in the Pits.”

An involuntary shiver runs down my spine at his words. Not because of the sinister nature of the threat — I’ve been to Hell, and it certainly is no picnic! — but because I can see from the tight set of his jaw that he is actively considering carrying it out.

I force myself to meet his burning gaze head-on. “Well, unfortunately for you, I didn’t end up in Hell when I died. So, you don’t get to make that call.”

“No,” he growls back. “But your flagrant disregard for the rules makes you a liability, and I refuse to take the fall for you.”

“Well, maybe you should’ve thought of that before you decided to follow me,” I hit back, bumping him with my shoulder as I shove past him on my way out of the room.

His hand shoots out to latch around my arm with a vice-like grip, and suddenly I find myself nose-to-nose with him.

“I didn’t follow you,” he hisses into my face, his coal-black irises alight with the very fires of Hell. “The vortex brought me here because you can’t keep hold of your own fucking trash.”

“It’s not trash!” I spit back. “It’s—“

“Was it worth it?”

The question — and the sudden change in his tone — catches me off guard.

I blink in confusion, wondering if I maybe misheard him. But while his piercing gaze is still locked onto me with the same degree of ferociousness as a moment ago, behind the raging inferno of irritation glimmers a genuine spark of curiosity.

“Maybe,” I concede tightly, trying to get a read on him.

As demons, I’ve learnt, are inherent wildcards. Unpredictable at the best of times, and downright diabolical at the worst. Which means their whims and whiles can change at the drop of a hat, and it is dangerous to get caught in a compromising position with them.

Which — unfortunately — is exactly where I have managed to find myself with Lucifer. Trapped in a corner, with him holding all the trumps. So, I don’t want to admit any more than I strictly have to.

He rakes his hot gaze over me one more time — as if trying to catch me out in a lie — before pulling back slightly.

“Hmm… Not a complete waste of wings then…”

I wrench my arm from his grasp. “Fuck you.”

I swear I hear a snort of amusement escape him as I stomp away… But I resist the urge to sucker punch him. He is not worth it, and I have better things to do with my limited time on Earth anyway.

Glancing down at the Post-It in my hand, I can see that DC Lawton has been kind enough to scrawl down the address of the rental centre… and that it is only a few blocks away.

Which is a blessing, given that I don’t have any money on me with which to hail a cab or jump on a bus, and our lessons at the Academy have yet to cover how to magically hotwire a car.

So, walking it is. At least the physical exertion will give me a chance to blow off some steam.

Shoving the note into my pocket, I push through the revolving doors of the station, and back out onto the street. Pausing for a second to get my bearings – it’s been a while since I last frequented this part of town, having spent the preceding four years of my mortal life off at college – I quickly rake through my mental map of the neighbourhood before setting off to the right.

Except, I don’t even make it to the end of the block before I feel a tell-tale prick in the back of my neck. Glancing over my shoulder, my stomach drops as I catch sight of Lucifer a few yards behind me.

Gritting my teeth, I pick up my pace, hoping that it’s merely an unfortunate coincidence that he happens to be going in the same direction as me.

But it seems that I am in no such luck, as he’s still tailing me two blocks later, like an annoying black fly that I cannot seem to shake, no matter how hard I try.

With the result that by the time I get to the next crosswalk, my cool has evaporated completely, and instead of crossing the road in front of me, I end up rounding on him like a rabid pitbull.

“You’re such a fucking hypocrite!”

My outburst seems to catch him off-guard. But whatever jump I may have managed to get on him is fleeting at best, and in the next instant, he’s up in my face again, teeth bared and hackles raised. “Watch your tongue, Unclaimed. Before I rip it out of your mouth.”

“Oh, the truth hurts, does it?” I snip up at him.

“You don’t know the meaning of pain,” he grits, his hand snapping around the base of my throat.

My eyes narrow. “I know more than you think.”

“No. You don’t.” The flames in his eyes lick over me contemptuously. “And your arrogance will get you killed. Permanently.”

“Bet you’d love to be the one to do it, too,” I goad with a humourless smile.

I know I’m playing with hellfire. But I don’t care. I didn’t ask for this life, and I’m still not convinced I want it. So, if Lucifer is willing to put me out of my misery, then so be it. Being who he is, I’m sure he has the means… and I’ve just handed him the opportunity on a silver platter.

The Prince of Darkness stares at me for what feels like an age, his hand wrapped around my throat, face a mere breath from mine, his gaze simmering as if trying to read my very soul.

“Unlike you, angel, I’m not that stupid,” he murmurs, his voice barely a whisper. His hand drops from my neck as he steps abruptly past me.

“Then why are you still here?” I demand, whirling around after him.

He stops a few feet away, shoulders tense. But when he looks back at me, rather than anger or annoyance, it’s that devilish grin playing at his lips again. “Maybe I’m just enjoying the show.”

“Eugh!” I grit, throwing my hands up in the air as I plow past him.

Conceited, egotistical, patronising bastard! Why can’t he fall back into the Seventh Circle of Hell, where he fucking—

I’m so incessed that I end up storming right by the rental centre… and have to retrace my steps from the other end of the block to correct my mistake.

So, by the time I arrive back at the correct entranceway, my mood is even more foul than when I left the police station.

“Save it,” I spit as I reach the still-smirking form of Lucifer, leaning against the metal fence post of the lot.

His brow arches. “Did you hear me—?”

I flip him off in no uncertain terms as I stride past without a backwards glance.

He wants to stick around? Fine. But that doesn’t mean I need to be nice to him. Hell will have to freeze over first.

Arriving at the first row of parked cars, I pull the Post-It out from my pocket and begin scanning the plates, looking for the black van.

“Good afternoon, miss. Can I help you find anything in particular?”

Looking up, I see a suited man with a combover and a name tag looking at me expectantly. The rental rep, by the looks of him.

“Yes, actually,” I affirm. “I’m looking for a black minivan.”

“You have come to the right place,” he tells me with an eager smile as he starts to lead me to the other side of the lot. “Global Drive stocks the largest selection of rental vans available for hire in the area, and we’re happy to accommodate both long- and short-term requirements. Are you moving, by any chance?”

“Huh?” I’d been too busy trying to match the van plates to the number on the Post-It that I totally missed the question.

The rep’s smile falters slightly. “Since your interest is in a minivan, am I correct to assume that y—?”

“No.”

Both mine and the rep’s gaze snap around to land on the hulking presence of Lucifer, who has managed to slither up behind us without either of us noticing.

“We’re not planning on renting it,” he adds, with what I can only deduce is his interpretation of an angelic smile.

My stomach drops. Oh, no…

The rep frowns. “Then why—?”

“Because this lovely young lady is of the belief that she may have left a rather intimate item in one of your vans following a recent excursion of ours. And she’s desperate to retrieve it.”

“Oh, well of course!" agrees the rep. “We pride ourselves on—"

“It’s lacy… And expensive…” Lucifer clarifies with a sly look. “And probably lodged between the—”

“The point is!” I interject loudly, my cheeks burning with mortification despite the fact that the entire story is a shameless lie. “We would like to take a look in the van. The plate number was NYK 357.”

The demeanour of the rep suddenly shifts. “Umm… Are you certain?”

“Yes,” I say, laying a hand on his arm to try and sway him like I did the detective. “Very—”

The rep snatches his arm away. “I’m going to need to see some ID. I cannot allow access to the vehicles without verifying that—”

I reach towards him again. “Surely that’s not necessary… We just want to take a quick peek, and—”

“He’s going to bolt…” breathes Lucifer in my ear.

I flick my head away irately. “Shut—”

But the rep has already turned tail and fled.

“Damn it!” I grit.

“Told you,” Lucifer smirks down at me.

I give him an annoyed shove. “He only did that because of you! If you hadn’t stuck your nose in it, I would’ve—”

“I did nothing,” he counters tersely, the coals of his eyes flaring in warning. “Your attempt to influence him was doomed from the start. But you were too obstinate to notice.”

“Obstinate!” I cry. “You were breathing in my ear!”

“And did you like it?” he purrs, suddenly all up in my space again as he flips the tables on me with diabolical speed.

“No,” I snort, turning pointedly away.

Asshole…

He deliberately sabotaged my attempt to establish a connection with the rental rep. Whether for his own perverse enjoyment — like the Devil temping Eve in the Garden — or whether for some more sinister reason, it doesn’t matter. The end result is the same. And I have no clue how I’m going to be able to salvage this rapidly snowballing clusterfuck, given that I am already working on borrowed time.

But I know I have to try. I’ve somehow managed to make it this far, in spite of the successive obstacles Lucifer’s thrown in my way, and I refuse to give that bastard the satisfaction of believing that I’m going to let him win whatever one-sided game he’s playing.

“He is gay.”

I stumble to a stop. “Say what?”

Lucifer is standing in front of me, blocking the way to the door of the rental centre. “The rental rep. He is gay. That is why your feeble attempts to influence him didn’t work.”

“Yeah… Right…” I snap, trying to push past him. I’m not falling for whatever kind of trick this is supposed to be.

He grabs my arm. “Check that attitude before I check it for you, Unclaimed. Because you’re not going to like my methods…”

“Is that supposed to be a threat?” I hit back. “Because based on what I’ve seen of your ‘methods’, they are mediocre at best.”

His eyes flash in fury. “You’ve seen nothing, angel…”

“I’m not an angel,” I deride, wrenching my arm from his grasp.

He scoffs. “Well, you’re certainly no demon. The way you’re floundering around like—”

I catch sight of something through the window. “Oh, no…”

Lucifer jerks his gaze over his shoulder…

…and before I can blink, he’s vanished into the rental centre, the glass door flapping wildly in his wake.

Catching the handle on the out-swing, I dash after him as fast as my stiletto boots can carry me… and an involuntary gasp escapes me as I lay eyes on the scene in front of me.

The rental rep is pressed up against the wall, his feet dangling a good foot off the ground as Lucifer holds him suspended with the hand locked around his neck. The phone that I’d spotted the rep frantically trying to dial a moment ago lies shattered on the floor.

“Please…” begs the man, clawing desperately at the fingers that are squashing his trachea. “I—“

“Shut up,” growls Lucifer, shoving the rep higher. “You have exactly two seconds to tell us everything we need to know before I rip your throat out. And if you even think about lying… Well, you don’t even want to go there…”

The rep blanches visibly. “Anything! I’ll… I’ll tell you anything! Please, just—“

“Ask him,” Lucifer barks without even a glance in my direction.

I take a shaky step forward. “We… We’re looking for the driver who rented the black van. License plate—”

“I… I know…” croaks the rep, his face starting to redden from the lack of oxygen. “I worked the shift and… and remember him. He never bought the van back…”

My throat tightens painfully. Because he rammed me off the road…

“Who was he?” demands Lucifer.

“Not… local,” the man rasps, struggling for breath. “Gave a hotel as an address… Hotel… Hotel Aphrodite. And his name… His name sounded strange… almost French. But he didn’t speak—”

“To Hell with all that,” comes the short-tempered command. “Give us the fucking name.”

“Am-Amidi Laurent!”

Lucifer drops the rep like a sack of trash. “You got that?”

“Yeah…” I confirm tightly, watching the man wheeze on the floor.

“Good,” he grits. “Let’s go.”

Without giving me a say in the matter, he grabs my wrist to haul me out the door.

I stumble after him like a witless marionette, trying to process what I just witnessed.

Lucifer… Willing to kill… For me…?

The concept simply does not compute.

“Happy now?”

The sound of Lucifer’s voice wrenches me from the whirlpool of my thoughts…

…and looking up, I find that we’re back out on the street, just around the corner from the rental centre.

“I…” I glance back in the direction of Global Drive with a lump in my throat. “Why did you do that?”

“To save time,” he replies dispassionately. “And get the truth out of him.”

“Yeah… But…” A shiver courses through me at the ease with which he’d immobilised the rep… The ease with which he’d threatened him. “Why?”

Lucifer lets out an exasperated exhale. “Hell’s bells, you Unclaimed are dense sometimes… Because that’s what you wanted.”

I gape at him, stupefied. This must be some kind of fever dream…

“Don’t I get a thank you?”

The simplicity of his question knocks me off kilter completely.

My eyes lift to his almost on their own volition, and I find him gazing down at me silently, intently… like a cat waiting to see in which direction the mouse will jump.

Except there is no malice or mockery in his gaze. Just plain old curiosity once again.

And because my tongue has become stuck in my throat, and after everything that’s just happened, my mind is a non-functioning mess, I do the stupidest thing imaginable…

…and reach up to kiss him on the cheek.

He stiffens — probably just as shocked by what’s happening as I would be if I could think coherently right now. But for whatever reason, he doesn’t laugh or pull away. He simply stands, still as a statue, hardly even drawing breath.

I have no idea how long we stay there, frozen in time with my lips pressed against his jaw — the heat of his skin burning me even through the dampener of his mortal guise — before we finally break apart.

I turn quickly away, face flushed and heart hammering, not being able to bring myself to look him in the eye for fear of what I might find there.

Oh, Christ… What the hell did I just do?

The story continues in Devil You Know

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sweetiesicheng · 3 months

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dino - borrowed

word count : 586

happy birthday to the future of kpop himself, pi cheolin dino!!

"y/n! open the damn door!"

you heard someone pound on your front door. you sat up, confused because you swore it was sunday instead of monday, which meant that you didn't have to scramble out of bed in order to get to class.

you got out of bed and walked out of your room.

"y/n!"

is that...chan?

the person kept knocking on your door as you made it to the front door. you looked through your peephole to see chan in your hallway of your apartment building. you unlocked the door and opened it as he was about to slam his fist again.

"it's seven in the morning, chan," you immediately spoke. your voice sounded incredibly groggy so you quickly cleared it. "what do you want?" you asked, looking into the hallway to see if any of your neighbors were out and hoping they would not file a noise complaint.

"where is it?" chan asked.

"where's what?" you questioned him. it was way too early for you to try to figure out what he was looking for. one of his hoodies? one of his cds that he let you borrow? what could he need so early in the day?

chan barged into your apartment, slipping out of his sneakers and went straight for your desk that was by a window. you closed the door and watched him start opening drawers and looking through containers.

"chan, it's seven in the morning, and i am very incoherent right now. please tell me what you're looking for so i can go back to bed and have my day off in peace," you said to him as you walked over to him.

he closed a drawer and stood up straight while turning to face you. "where's my lucky calculator?" he asked you.

"are you serious right now? you barge in here just for a calculator?" you immediately asked him. "it's not even yours, it's my calculator."

"it's lucky! how do you think i got an a on my last exam?" chan replied to you.

"by programming the formulas you needed into it," you replied. you had watched him program his calculator with mingyu a few weeks prior for one of their math exams.

"okay, true, but my professor is letting us take our exam online, and i need to take it by today," chan said to you, "so where's my calculator?" he asked.

you grumbled and turned around. "i'm going to kill you if you come back here later. give it back tonight, i need it for my assignments too," you said and walked to the couch, which was where your backpack was. you opened your backpack and took your calculator out. you held it over your shoulder, and chan grabbed it from you.

"thanks y/n! you're the best!" he exclaimed and ran to the front door. you followed him and watched him put his sneakers back on. "i'll text you later," he said.

"you can text me when i'm awake," you replied and opened the door. "go, let me sleep."

"see ya!" chan sprinted out of your apartment and down the hallway towards the elevators.

you closed and locked the door. then, you went to your couch and laid down, pushing your backpack off in the process. you threw a blanket over you and closed your eyes, easily slipping back to sleep.

all of a sudden, you heard pounding in your front door again, "y/n! do you have extra batteries?"

"go ask someone else!"

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felix-floyd · 9 months

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(Day 25 of a Dan pic/lyric every day)

“And then a bunch of fucking aliens from Mars showed up all ripping solos on V-neck guitars. The dinos, sharks, and robots saw they came in peace, so they killed them with lasers. Holy shit!”

- Dinosaur Laser Fight, NSFW

#ninja sex party #dan avidan #danny avidan #danny sexbang #shadow academy #starbomb #game grumps

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weathermanpolls · 1 month

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Blood Triangle: Blood Angel, Space Wolf, SoB love triangle. Ends with an Eldar woman that asks her about it, and it turns out the SoB was too awestruck to even consider that possibility.

My Pet Xenos: Astartes ends up winning a Dark Eldar slave girl. She spends the whole story trying to seduce him, while he honestly doesn't know what to do with her. Plot requires he keep her alive until the denouement.

Astartes enters slapstick harem shenanigans, and does everything he can to not get with the crazy women around him.

The more you read it, the more it's obviously a Grim and Evil parody.

A Midsummer Night's Dream staring Lion El'Jonson. Ends up with him recruiting Exocite Eldar Dragon/Dino riders to his cause.

Ultramarine trying to keep Ultramar peaceful and stable, despite the galaxy doing everything it can to stop this. Obviously a buddy cop movie with as the bad cop.

A World Eater causes a Blood Angel to bleed, and the Blood Angels going on a roaring rampage of revenge to kill him.

Roboute Guilliman tries to do everything he can to pretend that Yvraine is not a Xenos. Obvious I Dream of Jeannie parody.

#40k #polls

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0-crow-carnival-0 · 1 month

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Your woy OC's are so pretty neat, got any LORE™

Yeah, I do have lore! Only 3 of them have lore so far and I've been procrastinating on giving the other ones lore.

(Just gonna put the "keep reading" thing here)

Here's the lore for Zeki, Dino, and Noir. A lot of it was rushed because I just wanted to get it all out of my head, just throw it in the pot and hope it works so I apologize if some things don't make sense. (I'm just gonna copy paste it here). Ps: I don't consider myself good at making lore so yeah...

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—Zeki

Zeki tends to sometimes have a condescending tone in the way he speaks when around strangers depending on how they present themselves in front of him, pretending to care even though he doesn't, he only shows care to those he has known more often or to his friends. Some don't know too much about him, when people ask him about the staples on his mouth, he just comes up with an excuse and calls it a freak accident, nor do people know about his family, not even Zeki himself knows. The food Zeki eats is somewhat normal, but sometimes when he feels like it, he goes after an alien or someone of his own kind and eats them leaving nothing but bones, which his slit mouth becomes useful, you can say Zeki may be a bit of a cannibal. The reason for his slit mouth was him getting himself into some unknown business he had no part in causing him to get tormented in the process while being told that he should smile more often. Zeki did manage to escape that situation with a bunch of bruises and a sliced up mouth which did bleed a lot. Now in present time, he lives in a mansion with guards and everything on a planet filled with crime prone cities and slightly more peaceful small towns, still a cannibal that most people label as a psycho, Zeki, sitting on his throne, always wonders how he got here alive while smoking.

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—Dimo

For some part of his life, he grew up with sweet parents until he bit his mother, it was supposed to be his way of showing love but it ended up killing her, Dimo couldn't control his venom at the time so he was always confused as to why his mother died. After she died, the father started lashing out on him, constantly picking on his body and saying how he would never be as pretty as anyone else which led to Dimo having scars on his body growing up, it's already bad enough that they all had to hide in a cave so they didn't get murdered, the cure was probably out there but they wouldn't be able to get it. After so many years of dealing with his father, Dimo finally escapes, sneaking out of the cave and avoiding any strangers that were around. Now in present time, he snacks on fruits and small creatures he can find by using his webs to capture them, the strangers were scared of him at first but then they've gotten used to his presence. It was finally about time he left the cave, no home, but it's better than living with his father, the one who secretly had an unhealthy obsession with his own wife and projected his anger onto Dimo. He's free but still struggles to do basic things sometimes, mostly communication, so maybe one day he'll get better.

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—Noir

A known old legend who was said to have died from a monster in the vast desert, comes back to continue his adventure of rebellion against a rotting city's dystopian laws, separating other aliens into factions based on their overall character, on a planet where it is mostly sand, and a little bit of forest here and there. Living in a harsh society was difficult for Noir as a child, surviving on scraps of food that the more appreciated factions wouldn't eat, but he managed. The only thing keeping him from going insane in all of those years was his family, who loved him for his bravery and thankful for the things he has done for them while their father was gone. Years later, they were finally sent to the sorting auditorium, while his family was sent to the faction of the kind, he was sent to the faction of the fierce. After giving his family kisses and hugs goodbye, Noir left to go to his faction's area. Several decades later, he was skilled and trained into being a gun slinger, wielding a .45 Long Colt revolver on his side. As he was sneaking around, he heard some of the leaders of their factions talking about having exterminations of the factionless, especially having it as a law that if you were without a faction, you will be killed, even if you are a child. This struck a nerve in Noir, which led him later on and into the present time to cease any plans the leaders would make against anyone they didn't approve of.

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Unnecessary info dump here:

The whole staples/piercings thing with Zeki was because of some character in a Japanese horror(idk? I looked it up on Wikipedia) manga/film adaptation called Ichi the Killer(don't watch it if you're not used to excessive violence or cruelty) and one of the characters called Kakihara had the cool staples/piercings on his mouth so I just decided to give him that.

Idk what inspired me to make Dimo but the more I look at his hair, it slowly starts to remind me of Panty Anarchy's hair(yes, the blonde bitch from PASWG).

For Noir? I just thought that the cowboy theme would be cool, I guess Rattlesnake Jake may have come into play while making him but not really. Also, the lore was inspired by the book/movie series Divergent so yeah, there's that.

#wander over yonder #woy #woy oc #woy ocs #oc lore #LORE⁉️⁉️⁉️#pls spare me i know it's not good but it's something okay? 😭#i was gonna summarize it but that would make it more confusing #i need to stop giving my OCs trauma- 💀

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minusgangtime · 3 months

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Kitty crew apocalypse bios:

“Your tricks don’t work on me,not anymore.”

Shelby

Status: healthy/immune

Hostile

Info:She felt down at the beginning of the apocalypse,especially when losing her brother,however seeing infected heading to her home,she put herself together and became the houses protector. However she spend so much time in her corrupted form that her scarred eye became permanently black and pink,she missed her brother and old life,but she kept those feelings hidden so she could provide for her family.

“I’ll destroy that dark gods hopes and dreams.”

Nala

Status: healthy

Hostile

Info:She’s a protector of her family ever since the outbreak began,however she didn’t come out unscathed,as she got one of her eye torn out by a zombie and lost a arm saving midnight from the glitch,though despite that,she’s still a expert fighter,even with light a eye and arm,she still defends her family and sets out to destroy darkons dream.

“You can’t stop the vengeful spirt you created..”

Casper

Status: immune

Docile

Casper,being a ghost/guardian angel,can’t die or get infected,so he has no problem blow-dosing though the infected,though he prefers to just stay inside trying to keep peace between his siblings so they don’t kill each other,though he looks ok,he’s not mentally ok,feeling with feelings of grudge over to loss of his happy life when everything was peaceful and not toxic,and also missing his lost Dino dad.

“Papa will come back..he HAS too..he wouldn’t break our promise I’m sure of it!..”

Midnight

Status: infected (stage 4 of glitch infection)

Docile

Info: She followed her siblings orders to stay inside when the apocalypse began,however,using his DNA the glitch lured midnight away and tried fully corrupting her,she already had gotten attacked by it on the first few minutes of the apocalypse as it had attacked her head,nala and temp arrived to defend thier sister,however the glitch being so close to midnight was able to spread on her despite not touching her bringing her from stage 1,to stage 4 in a matter of seconds,upon seeing nala sacrifice her arm to protect her,midnight had channeled her new glitch power to teleport the three home,now a stage 4 infected,whenever not hanging out with lamina and crest,she secludes herself in her room,crying,heartbroken by the loss of her papa,and the loss of everyone’s happiness,she wears MBs old coat to somehow keep a part of him with her..

“That’s what it takes to be a living weapon.”

pinkie/pinkamena

Status: healthy,hostile

Info: throughout the several months of the apocalypse,pinkie tried keeeping up her optimism,however,after months of no sign of her bestie and thier family unit began to fall apart,she finally lost her cheer,shifting into her pinkamena personality. Although she can slice through infected,she has gone cold and depressed..sometimes so bitter and angry..she often harms herself to let out her frustration..

“I’m gonna make you wish I stayed down..”

Temp

Status: healthy

Hostile

Info: the apocalypse hardened temps spirit,going from a shy guy,to a toughened warrior,he fights off infected whenever he can,never letting his guard down so ready to battle his exe eye is always open and showing. However,even after the family began to drift apart,he was still kind to those who needed it and was still a good influence on the twins,he’s learned that senseless aggression will only make you bitter after all.

“I can never go out there..n-not again..”

Sunny

Status: healthy

Docile

Info:Had gotten in a bad firery car crash getting food for the others and was very scarred,he was too weak to defend himself when the infected were surrounded him,as he woke up from unconscious,he learned simba had saved him,ever since then,he’s stayed inside,hiding in the bathroom whenever the raids against his home would happen.

“I’ll show you what a feral cat can really do!”

Simba

Status: healthy

Hostile

Info:Got in a car crash with simba getting food,unlike his brother,he was strong enough to stay awake and he grabbed his brother,trying to fight off the infected as well as he could,they were saved by Shelby but simba was never the same. He went from an over competent smug guy,to a completely serious feral guy,often giving into his feral cat instinct to fight off the waves of infected.

“I’m so..hideous..this is all my fault..”

Herb

Status: infected (stage 5 zombie infection)

Docile

Info:Near the beginning of the apocalypse,she got bit and infected with the zombie infection,through the months she had been slowly decaying into a zombie,its thanks to Shelby’s magic that protected her brain that she’s still herself,and she must take a magic syringe everyday to make sure her body doesn’t decay anymore. She’s very guilty for getting bit and can’t stand seeing herself in the mirror for she feels so dirty and hideous..

“ I miss our happy beach days..”

Seasalt

Status: infected (corruption infection stage 2)

Docile

Info:When lamina was kidnapped and corrupted by an infected.Seasalt and midnight went over and saved her,however the infection spreaded to seasalt,infecting her hands and eye. She now shelters herself inside the house,desperate to not spread her infection and put others in danger.

“Can you people act smart for once?”

Lavender

Status: healthy

Docile

Info: lavender stays inside at all times,researching anything she can about magic,curses,and everything about illnesses and fevers,while taking notes whenever she can about the infectious,all this research has left her sleep deprived. She deeply resents blaze for putting them both in so much danger they almost lost their lives at the bottom of a canyon,where lavender got her several scars.

“This will only end if we fight back! Stop being such a baby!!!”

Blaze

Status: healthy

Hostile

Info: she is very hostile with fighting off the infected that threaten their home with a flamethrower,leaving to her multiple burn marks. She’s very reckless,resulting in many fights between lavender and blaze. Blaze one day had wandered to find darkon to kill him herself,tired of waiting,lavender tried stopping her and the two got into a kitty cat fight resulting in them falling into a cliff,after lavender recovered,the two’s relationship was permanently damaged and blazes toxic behavior effected everyone else,however,she still feels guilty for what happened to lavender and that’s why she stays with her family.

“I may be infected..but I don’t regret trying to help out my sister.”

Snow

Status: infected (stage 1 of glitch infection)

Docile

Info: snow stayed indoors to avoid the plague outside and was able to stay healthy,however,when trying to comfort midnight when she was crying,when attempting to wipe her tears,as he touched them his hand was completely tooken over by the glitch,ever since then they discovered her blood and tears could be lethal as it could spread the glitch infection. However snow doesn’t regret this action,he wears gloves to hide his infection and still comforts his siblings. If no ones going to be the emotional support,he will,even if it kills him..

“Don’t bother me..wake me when I’m dead..”

Nightfall

Status: healthy

Docile

Info: after so much drama going on with the family,it all became too much for nightfalls gentle and soft heart to handle..so he locked himself in his room and just preferred to sleep all day,avoiding everyone,he hardly ate or drank,becoming thin but he didn’t care,he just wanted to be left alone..or die..

“There’s no light anymore..only dull skies..”

Galaxy

Status: healthy

Info: Galaxy tried to keep the family unit stable however as more pressure and drama piled up from the apocalypse,she stopped trying..as she died inside her color drained as her spirit faded..now she just stares at her window,wondering what could’ve been..living life like a mindless machine..she no longer lives..she just merrily exists..

-mod Shelby

(Nuuu ;w;)

#mod speaks

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lcs-library · 10 months

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Short fluffy fic for @ashipiko about her sillies<33333 It’s pre-relationship and has a sort of “fell first, fell harder” dynamic, so I hope you enjoy hehe they were so fun to write!!!

“C’mon, it’ll be fun! Please? Because I’m the coolest and you love me so much?” Ashi pleaded, clasping her hands together and giving Azami the biggest puppy dog eyes she could muster. Even still, she couldn’t disregard the slight blush dotting his cheeks at the l-word.

“…Fine.” Azami accepted after some hesitation, having to turn away to protect himself from getting ten times more flustered than he already was at her antics.

“Yay!” She cheered, dropping the cute act to throw her hands in the air with glee. “We’re gonna have loads of fun, prommy!” She said with a wink.

As it had turned out, her cousins had managed to get a couple of tickets to a new museum in Veludo through some connections. Apparently, it was meant to combine both art and general history, but she decided it wouldn’t be much fun on her own, so who better to take than Azamin? He mentioned liking history one time, right? And Ashi could look at the art! Win-win!

When they arrived(with Azami having to practically spring after Ashi), they were met with a grand exterior, showcasing the large “grand opening” banner. The two gawked for but a moment before Ashi dragged her friend inside by the wrist eagerly, grinning like a madman.

It may have been a good thing that she didn’t see the wreck Azami had become at the simple affection. Not even that, but the fact that she was so casual about it? He could barely comprehend how she didn’t think anything of it.

Once their tickets were accepted and they entered the lobby, Ashi turned to Azami.

“So, where to first? You’ve prolly got better taste in this stuff than I do, Azamin!” She exclaimed, squeezing his hand slightly, only deepening the hues on Azami’s cheeks.

“They’ve got dinosaur bones, so, uh, let’s see those.” Azami replied quietly, avoiding eye contact.

“Dinos, huh? Okay! Sounds super hypesies!” Ashi beamed, throwing up a peace sign before dragging Azami across the museum to find the exhibit.

Azami really wished he could let go. This was completely, utterly, totally improper, even if they were just friends. That didn’t change the fact that it was gross! And in public? What would other people think?

And yet, it felt…nice? To age someone who genuinely wanted to spend time with him was something new. To be connected to someone both physically and emotionally was something he had to admit he missed, even just a little.

Then, all of a sudden, someone who wants it just as much as he does shows up and thing actually start to feel alright? Not only that, but she had a similar mentality about age and how they were treated because of it? It all clicked together a little too perfectly, like they were made for each other.

Wait, why was his heart beating faster at the thought?

“Azamin?” Ashi’s voice interrupted his thoughts. Oh, no, now it was hard to look at her. Shit. He put on a brave face and responded as best as he could.

“What’s up?” A voice crack. Why, God?

“We’re here!”

So they were. Azami gazed around the room, taking everything in.

He almost looked like a little kid in the way his eyes shined, Ashi thought. It was cute, something rare for him.

Soon, she found herself skipping after Azami as he prattled on and on about every single creature, giving her an endless supply of facts as she supported him.

“Where’d you learn all of these, Azamin? They’re, like, super cool!”

“I just liked ‘em as a kid…” he muttered, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he realized how he was acting.

God, he was so adorable, Ashi couldn’t stand it. She let out a hearty chuckle as he tried not to let her feelings show, lest Azami kill her for seeing him like this.

“You done here?” She asked cheerfully.

“Yeah. Let’s go see the paintings you wanted.”

“Okie! Race you there!” She dashed off.

“Wh- hey! You shouldn’t do that here!” Azami cried, rushing after her.

#thank you for trusting me with blorbo from your brain she’s just too cute to resist😭😭#a3! yume #fanfiction #idk if I’ll tag this much lol #azashi #ashi tamadai #also I haven’t written Azami in over a year so I’m sorry if he’s ooc😭😭#he should technically be a little more rough around the edges but I want him to be somft..#other yumes #ashi tag #my fics

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welcome-to-roomba-fazbender · 1 year

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(this story was inspired by B E A R a dsaf discord server enjoy this dsaf creepypasta mainly by the user @dinofur )

( also no i am not sorry for this the name of this creepypasta is

The Harry Lips Incident )

click read more if you dare

I booted up my freshly downloaded copy of dsaf 3 I found the copy on a google doc on tumblr when the game booted everything seemed normal at first.

That is untill I reached the part where Harry tells us how our business is doing so far ...

The screen went black and suddenly I heard a weird sound coming from my computers speakers it was loud and it ended with a loud pop what happened next made me shiver in fear ...

Their was a big wet kiss mark across my entire screen the top and bottom of a pair of lips were on the top and bottom of my screen and I saw Harry in the middle of it he looked mostly normal.

Besides a big pair of juicy lips he said to me "boss I am sorry but our business needs to go in a different direction ... and I need your soul todo it" after that he pushed his face up to the screen and now I recognized what the sound was it was harry kissing the screen sucking it and I saw my screen began to crack and crack some more and before I could react I blacked out.

I woke up in a hospital bed the doctors thought I was dead and said that my computer screen had exploded injuring me and I had been in a coma for 2 months it was a miracle I woke up at all they told me my face was damaged alot but the bandages were finally ready to properly come off.

and so once night had come I finally got up from my hospital bed and there in the middle of my face...

were two kiss marks on my forehead and my neck and my eyes were completely grey a loud buzzing sound started to happen and I began to black out but before I did I heard harry speak to me one last time before I felt my heart slowly stop and my body die from shock.

"I am sorry for the sloppiest toppy kissy Wissey killing you... but I am thankful you were my boss rest in peace Dino"

#Dsaf #Dsaf 3 #Dayshift At Freddy's #Dayshift At Freddy's 3 #creepypasta #shitpasta #THIS WHOLE THING IS A JOKE BUT I WAS TOLD TO POST IT #BUT SINCE IT'S CURSED IT'S GOING HERE #THIS WILL BE THE ONE POST I DON'T TAG CHARLIE IN #Not Charlie #dinofur #harry the phone guy #harry dsaf #harry lips #the harry lips incident

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adultswim2021 · 5 months

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The Drinky Crow Show #11: “Peace” | January 26, 2009 - 12:15AM | S01E10

War is over! Drinky and Gabby can return home and finally become Family Guys. Drinky goes back to his Lois and finds that she’s laid a bunch of Megs (eggs); dashing his plans for a better life of not having children. Gabby finds a Lois on the street that willingly re-enacts that famous photo of Lisa Simpson being kissed from the end of Bart the General. She’s a disreputable woman who slips something in Gabby’s drink, causing him to hallucinate French soldiers overrunning the streets. He goes on a killing spree, killing many of his fellow vets. He also fires a cannonball into the air, which we see flying through the background of many scenes.

Drinky is very depressed being forced to do expecting dad shit. Gabby winds up on the more-exciting track as a career criminal. He winds up trying to please a pair of jet-setting tomb-raiders who crave a hitman who can deliver a poetic revenge kill. Gabby’s methods are too low-brow for them, causing him to enlist Drinky’s help, who helps him step up his creativity. They wind up capturing the tomb raiding couple’s adversaries and connecting them to a complicated murder machine which involves urethra pinching.

Gabby has a funny plan that backfires; he poisons his targets and then injects their fingers with the antidote, thinking that they will have to eat their own fingers to get the antidote. They are quick to point out that eating the fingers won’t be necessary, since the antidote is still inside them, and working its way into their bloodstream as they speak.

Since Drinky helps Gabby, it’s only fair Gabby return the favor. Gabby helps Drinky get drunk at the baby shower, which causes him to cook his then-unhatched babies into an omelet. As trouble mounts for the duo, the previously-seen cannonball disrupts the signing of the official peace treaty. War’s back on, so luckily our plucky duo now have an excuse to flee back into combat. The final scene shows Drinky, Gabby, and a French combatant all uniting to flee their respective wives, who interrupt the war to chase them on a speedboat, each sitting atop a pile of freshly-laid eggs.

This one has at least one reference to a previous episode; when Gabby goes to jail he’s seen sitting next to the ogre whose part of a trio of conjoined triplets. That’s from the episode Organs. There might have been other references to previous episodes, but I’m too stupid to have picked them out.

That’s The Drinky Crow Show. I had seen only a handful of episodes before this project, and I think I have a newfound appreciation for it. The pilot episode still grates on me; the animation is too awful. The animation was markedly better in the series, thank god. I grew to appreciate Gabby’s voice, even though I initially criticized it for being too cartoony. I wish they got to do a second season. I wonder if Dino ever tried to pitch Millionaire and co. on trying to do this show as a stop-motion show? Sorry, that’s just a stray thought that just occurred to me while I was cleaning my suicide gun just now. I wish I could expand on it, but duty calls. Bye bye and RIP to me

MAIL BAG

I guess I won't be killing myself today. I have mail to answer. From KON!

Please hate Robot Chicken more, I implore you! It sucks so much!!!

That episode mostly bored me, and the only joke I outright hated was "rape shoes", and I didn't want to sound woke by complaining about it lol :( I basically just didn't write about "rape shoes" can you blame me???

review all the mst3k episodes

Too hard!!

#adult swim #adultswim2021 #the drinky crow show

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kyeomsworld · 2 years

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SVT as monsters

The Ghosts

the vampires / the werewolves / the demons and fae

woozi

lost spirit

passed away in a tragic accident

haunts his loved ones (but not in a scary way)

kind of just watches over them

he accepts his fate as a ghost after a while and just chills in his haunted house

hobbies: playing the piano ominously in the middle of the night

dino

vengeful spirit

he passed away with some unfinished business

tries to be as intimidating as possible

but is actually just lonely

he wants people to see him

let my boy have some peace :(

seungkwan

poltergeist

no one knows if he actually used to be a human or a demon or what

he is the poltergeist

a menace

he never kills anyone though

but gets really pissed off at ghost hunters

hobbies: screaming at intruders for fun

#seventeen imagines #seventeen #svt #seventeen x reader #lee jihoon #woozi #lee chan #dino #boo seungkwan #seungkwan #aesthetic

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xxmyhomexx · 1 year

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HEAVEN’S SECRET 2: Lucifer’s Revenge

This is just a short about the tragic ending I drafted for Lucifer and Vicky against Plague. This is about their son, named after his deceased father by Austie. It is a LONG ONE!

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Thirty years. I’ve been raised for thirty years surrounded by angels and demons in harmony, akin to different realms but somehow are at peace with the fact that the Four Horsemen are dead, except for one barbarian: the one I intend to destroy.

Looking at himself in the mirror of his black and red decorated bedroom, Lucifer’s mix-matched wings flapped around him as he straightened the tunic he wore. Today, he’d stop by the dungeons of The Citadel, where they kept the woman who darkened his realm with slavery, dominance, and genocide. The same woman that killed his mother and father: the parents who died to protect him, the ones he never got to meet, or to be raised and loved unconditionally.

“It’s not fair…” the thoughts left his mouth. “IT’S NOT FAIR!”

In one move, he slammed his fist against mirror, shards clacking on the floor. Just like his father, he adorned tattoos of the memories his adoptive mother told him, all in dedication of Vicky and Lucifer. The designs were intricate, heavenly, and almost no inch of skin could be seen on his entire arms, torso, all the way to his throat.

“LUCIFER!” A feminine voice startled him towards the door. Austie tossed her long hair over her shoulder, eyes drawn into her infamous scowl as she stomped towards him. He plucked at the red horns on his head, pretending to dust them off as she harrumphed while plucking mirror shards from his knuckles.

“That’s the fifth mirror you destroyed in three months. Your grandfather is getting tired of replacing them!” She stomped an impatient heeled foot as she stared into his red eyes. Austie was a good two-foot shorter than Lucifer, her face and green eyes shadowed by the ever-youthful appearance that never changed. Her midnight hair fell over her back in a long braid as she grabbed a cloth to wrap his bloodied hand.

“It’ll heal, Mother,” he shrugged. “I can wrap my own wounds.”

“You can change bandages,” Austie eye-rolled. “But you can’t change stupid.”

“I am almost ready to leave,” Lucifer assured her. “I just need my sword.”

“Dino has it, and you won’t be traveling with him. I’m going this time.”

“But, Mother-”

He was cut off by a threatening wave of Austie’s hand, indicating she was not ashamed to slap some sense into her own son. Lucifer held his hands in surrender with a smirk, backing down when he knew even he couldn’t win an argument against her. Austie scoffed as her dress’s slit swooshed with the sway of her hips, motioning him to sit down on his bed.

“It’s been years. Are you sure you want to go? Mimi and Malbonte, they can take care of Plague.”

Lucifer gritted his teeth. He shot up from the bed, eyeing the tattoo of his parents’ in an embrace, their bodies shielded by their joined wings. It enraged him to hear her name, and now he was more than ready to kill that bitch. Austie’s green eyes lit with worry as his red orbs bore into hers.

“I. Will. Crush. Her.”

“Luci!” Austie grabbed his bandaged hand. “No. Your temper, you’re not going to get out of control!”

“So you don’t want me to kill her?!” Lucifer snarled.

“Oh, I desire this the same as you, but your father’s temper…” Austie hesitated. “It…it killed him and your mother.”

Lucifer’s red eyes stilled as he sank onto the bed, fiery rage replaced with free-flowing tears. His father may not have been an all-kind man, but he thought more with his heart than anyone in Heaven or Hell. He was harsh and brash, reacting out of emotional response, because it was the way he lived: the only reason he died with Vicky. He knew he’d die with her, remembering what Austie told him: Lucifer held his son all night, spending the only day they’d share before his demise.

“I never got to meet them,” he sobbed. “I-I w-w-wanted them to love me! I want my Father! I…I want my real Mother!”

He gasped and clapped a hand over his mouth in shock. “I didn’t mean-”

“Stop,” Austie cupped his face, kneeling in front of him. “I’m still here, and I’m staying.”

Lucifer wrapped his arms around her, burying his face in her shoulder. He let the tears out: for Vicky, his father, and Austie, the woman who had no claim over him but raised him as her own, as his mother wanted. When he calmed, he scratched his nose and got up, leading her down the gothic stares of her house to the front door, wrapping her cloak on her shoulders and pecking a kiss on her forehead.

“Thank you, Mother.”

Austie smirked as Dino flew towards them, holding out his sword. Unsheathing it, Lucifer followed the demonic hand that crawled up the handle to the end of the blade. The Plague Killer, he called it, would be the one to end the one she used it on.

“Let’s go.”

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“GET UP!” Austie barked, kicking a foot across the air across the already-battered woman’s face. In the dungeons of the Citadel, the tangled remains of a once twisted queen, crumpled into a ball on the floor. Plague’s grey hair fell over her face as blood splashed on Austie’s black pumps. The demoness hissed as her spiked heel dug into her spine.

Plague moaned through swollen lips as she stared at the angry demon. Her face was bruised, blackened, and pathetic. Her once radiant grey-pink skin now faded into a hideous ashy-rust. She was not wearing the form-fitting black dress that once clung to her curves, instead filthy threaded rags that emphasized the numerous scars adorned from the war she inflicted on their realm. Blood sloshed from the wound under her chin as she sucked in a sharp breath, crawling to her knees.

“Is…is that all?” She rasped.

Nope. Austie kicked again, this time with the opposite foot on the opposite side. Plague grunted backward again, splayed out on her back. Her chest heaved as her tormenter knelt down, grabbed her by the hair and hoisting her like a limp ragdoll.

“You’ll wish it was. That’s just a taste of my rage.” She hissed. “Was it fun playing ruler? Was it fun watching your brothers die horribly on the battlefield?”

Plague’s stubborn smile faded. Austie gleefully licked her lips.

“Oh, yes. You should have seen our army slaughter them. Their deaths were too quick, but the way their bodies hit the ground, and their screams howled into the night was just…Mwah!”

She kissed her fingertips with a giggle. “Such a shame you didn’t join them. We were surprised to see you alive, but it made it all the better for us.”

Austie’s smile faded as she tugged on Plague’s scalp. “You took Lucifer and Vicky from us. I may have considered her a rival for him, but I never hated her. I HATE HOW THEIR CHILD WILL NEVER KNOW HIS PARENTS!” Her screams echoed through the dungeon.

Plague’s swollen eyes reflected surprise. “Their…their child?” Her voice was hoarse. Austie dropped her on the ground and walked in front of her, kneeling with a sick, malicious grin.

She sighed. “That beautiful baby. I’ll never forget how Vicky slipped him in my arms, how she told me to raise him as my own. Truth is, that can never be, but he is my son and he’s been waiting for this moment. Lucifer!”

The cell’s door swung open, and Plague had to do a double-take to make sure she was seeing him correctly. Lucifer looked just like his father, with the same build and inked from the neck down. His red eyes glared at her, his teeth gritting so hard they might crack from the pressure. He unsheathed his sword as Austie rested a hand on his shoulder.

“You,” his deep voice rang in her ears. “You’re her? The one who killed my family?”

Plague rose to her feet, clutching her aching side. “You must be…Lucifer and Vicky’s son.”

“And their successor for Hell’s throne, thanks to Mother,” he pointed the blade at her neck.

Plague blinked twice. “I…I’m not surprised to see this. I’ve been tortured here far too long, and now you’ve come for your revenge.”

“Not just revenge, but for justice as well,” Austie cut in. “Lucifer, end her now.”

Lucifer raised his sword over his head.

“Wait!” Plague gasped. “We can—”

Squelch! The sword shifted through the air, taking her head off with her last words. Her body fell to the ground, and Lucifer picked up Plague’s gaping cranium. He sucked in a breath and exhaled, dropping what remained of her body on the ground.

“Tell someone to clean it up. I have avenged my family.”

Austie rubbed his shoulder as they exited the dungeon together.

#romance club #heaven's secret #vicky #lucifer #austie

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