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dokk-fukuro · 11 months

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On Call. Pt.1

Characters: Dazai Osamu, Nakahara Chuuya Minors DNI

TW: clit play, lingerie, sexting, dirty talk, afab reader

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Dazai uses phone sex as one of the ways to tease you but keep you from getting what you want. Oh, this bastard has a good tongue. With absolute calmness, he can maintain a frank conversation with you for a long time period.

“I decided to find out how the day is going with the conqueror of my heart,” Osamu coos, left alone in the agency. “Just remembering how you arch your back under me last night. And your moans... Just angelic singing to my ears, and you know me, I'm picky in my choice of music.”

He knows that you are a little embarrassed by his words, but even the thoughts in your head will not allow to stop. Instead, the young man will continue to tease you.

“I can't stop thinking about how beautiful you are when you're in seventh heaven. I’d be very happy to sit you on the table now, pull off your clothes and kiss your skin,” his voice becomes a little quieter, lowers by half an octave and takes on that very seductive husky that drives you crazy. “Get down on my knees in front of you and put my face to your pussy. I bet you already imagine it. Come on, bella, let me hear how wet you are.”

And you really obediently pull off your panties, spread your legs and run your fingers along your wet cunt, collecting moisture on it, hearing a satisfied humming from the other side. Dazai is glad to hear that you are so ready for him.

“I want you to wrap your legs around me while I sink my tongue inside.” You bite your lip, drawing circles around your clit, sometimes pressing on it. “Come on, love, let me hear your voice. Like our last night when I was so deep inside you.”

And you really can't hold back a moan. The bundle of nerves only becomes more sensitive, and every touch to it makes your body shiver a little. You put inside your fingers under his languid exhalation and start to move it. You squirm and shake, when all of a sudden...

“Oh, Belladonna, I have to go now, time waits for no one,” and Osamu leaves you alone with your arousal.

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When it comes to slutty phone calls, it's not Nakahara that starts it, it's your antics. One day, deciding to tease him, you send him a photo in the fitting room. You are wearing only a set of underwear and an innocent signature “Do you think it suits me?”. What a naughty girl are you. Chuuya takes some time to come up with the most compelling reason why he should leave the meeting room.

“What the hell are you doing?” The red-haired esper hisses through gritted teeth. No, your body does not embarrass him, he is used to your unsurpassed beauty, but the last thing he wants is for someone else to see it. You just innocently coo that you wanted to know his opinion, because “he should pull this underwear off you.”

Whatever you say, Chuuya has problems with self-control. He doesn't need too much to get turned on.

“You wanted to know my opinion, right?” Nakahara smirks unkindly, and you can feel it on your skin. Chills and a herd of goosebumps literally run through your neck. “My opinion is this: my naughty girl wants me to fuck her so that she can barely stands. Choose, doll: we’ll fuck on the table, on the couch, on the bed or on the floor? For such a trick, you will have to try very hard so that I let you cum.”

When he is on edge, you can say exactly and for sure only one thing: Chuuya doesn’t throw words into the wind. And the understanding that he may well take you from the doorway as soon as he comes home makes you bring your legs together. You are already turned on by how aggressive the redhead is in his expressions. And from his heavy breathing, only two things can be stated: he is now alone with himself, and he is trying to calm down his boner in order to recoup on you upon his return.

"So what, doll? I can't hear your answer,” Chuuya almost growls, squeezing his hard cock through the fabric of his tight pants. “Or do you want me to push you against the wall while I thrust into you from behind? The sooner you answer, the better for you.”

Looks like you're really in big trouble.

#My writing #bsd #bsd smut #bsd dazai #bsd x reader #bsd chuuya #Nakahara Chuuya #chuuya x reader #chuuya smut #OSAMU DAZAI #dazai x reader #dazai smut #bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs headcanons

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experimentfae · 3 months

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Requesting a lute x reader whos a fellow exorcist with slight reservations about the exterminations. Lute encourages them and reader gives into her “virtuous” ideals

Lute x Exorcist Reader

Oneshot / platonic

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When you have been created you, you felt like kid inside a adults woman’s body it’s felt nice to see the other exterminator cheer to see a new sister join the team feeling the emotional warmth of the others made you feel welcomed. The first thing you learned that your creator is Adam the fist man, I guess he seemed to nice to you and the others even when he does questionable things.

You had to eventually learn what you were created for you felt uneasy by the revelation. “I’m supposed to kill?” You asked unsure “yes kill sinners, I know you were born this week but come on sweetheart pick up the pace.” Stated Adam.

“Yes sorry sir.” “There ya go baby steps, alright lute I need you to give her the exterminator talk or whatever, give her all the details.” Adam left without another word which left you and lute. “Alright newbie this how it is, you kill any exterminator no matter if it’s a man, woman or child as long is a demon you kill it.” “Wait an even a child.” That last part stuck to you.

“Yeah and do it we don’t want another vaggie incident, I feel great potential from you.” This made you felt special “really.” She smiled “of course I can see you being a great warrior of course practice is needed.”

You nodded your head “you’re right I should practice.” She smiled as she let you go the sword fighting room to practice.

It’s been a month now and you practice with other exterminators and lute herself, other helped you practice basic fighting skills lute really helped the most she taught you tips and tricks on how to kill a sinner sooner.

Despite you practicing and bonding with the others you still didn’t entirely feel comfortable with extermination just imaging the blood over you made you feel nauseous didn’t help that any angel friends you made you couldn’t tell them about due to sera wanting to keep that exterminator’s kill sinners under the rug. Made you feel that you and other exterminations were doing something you weren’t supposed to.

“I don’t know lute are you sure we are doing the right thing?” “For last time (y/n), angels never make mistakes that means what we are doing isnt wrong it’s necessary.” She answers very confident in her opinion “but why do we hide then?” You questioned further “because (y/n) angels are too sensitive They can’t even handle the idea of crushing a bug by accident.”

“Huh, I guess that makes sense.” “Of course it’s correct and that why we come in to protect heaven and the angels within it.” This confused you “protect them from the demon, but how would they be able to do that.” “(Y/n), I know you’re young so let me put this in a simpler way Demons are bloodthirsty and love destroying good things by nature they will kill any chance they get, especially towards angels due to their envy of seeing them live in paradise. So we must protect not just the angels but heaven as a whole. Now do you understand.”

You nodded your head “well if you put that way, I wouldn’t want anyone to get hurt especially the people I care about.” You agreed which made her smile “exactly I’m glad that you’re a fast learner (y/n), you remind me when I first was created I also questioned things but I learned and now I and you know what we must do to protect our home.” You nodded your head again.

“No worry lute I’ll be the best exterminator I can be!” You cheered she smiled wider proud that you were getting in line “I’m glad now continue to train.” “yes lute.” You ran to get ready to train, to try to be the best.

Adam then appeared behind lute “so you think (y/n) is ready? She smirked “yes mentally she is there but physically she will need more training but soon she will be a killing machine.” And she wasn’t wrong, you now believed that demon needed to die and deserved to die to protect you’re home, the thought of blood, demons blood a matter of fact now filled you with pride and in excitement for you’re first extermination day.

<- Back to MasterList or back to Hazbin Hotel

#Hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x y/n #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel lute #lute x reader #hazbin exterminators #exterminator reader #hazbin hotel heaven #angel reader

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motherofplatypus · 1 year

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I wanna talk about something that i believe it has 50/50 chance that people will agree or absolutely wreck me, but I'm doing it anyway because I've argued about this back then and the amount of people who don't find this problematic is mind boggling. This is about the massive double standard that Adrien has within the fandom. Trigger episode: Multiplication.

I can still remember the oh so infamous scene of Felix from S3. Y'all remember? When he disguised as Adrien, tricking Ladybug, and about to non consensually kiss her? Man, the fandom was on fire that day, calling it sexual harassment and how much people hate him. And don't get me started with the legendary accursed wax statue scene from Puppeteer 2. Man, the writers must be high, drunk, trippy, and wasted when making those episodes. I want what they ate.

So, anyway, Multiplication exist, Mari is done with Adrien, Adrien speedrun his feelings towards Marinette within a day or less, and skipped twenty steps of How To Start A Relationship Like A Normal Person and went on to kiss her without consent, multiple times (is that why it's called Multiplication?). Sounds familiar with what Felix and Marinette did? Although in Marinette's case she doesn't know it was Adrien, but I'm putting her here anyway bcs i can and i want yall to live that moment again with me.

Why are people hating Felix and Marinette for what they did but glorifying Adrien when he did the same thing? I've seen so many people calling it cute or just straight up losing their mind in the sea of shipping and UwU and stuffs. This is a problematic thing in the show that i dont see many people talk about.

"Oh, but kissing is a normal way of greeting in French."

For those of you who gonna use that as an argument (one I've seen multiple times), here's one word you might've skipped when you're reading this post: CONSENT.

Watch that episode once more and tell me if you see anything that shows Marinette is willing to be kissed. If there's any trace of her giving him consent to be kissed.

Find any?

Hugging is also normal, but if you're about to hug someone and they refuse to be hugged, what will you do? Will you come back another day and try to hug them again, or will you not do that again because you respect their boundaries and consent?

Adrien did none of that. He just goes on and on and on for days to come without as much as a little thought that maybe, just maybe, he should stop because Mari is very visibly and obviously not okay getting kissed.

"Oh, but he thought Mari is still into him, because she's been acting all clumsy around him all this time."

Fair enough, but back to the keyword here: consent.

I'll give him a pass for trying to kiss her twice. Once, because like the statement above, and second, because he needs to make sure that Mari indeed refuse to be kissed by him. But he tried like what, four times? We've joked about him being blind, but this is plain idiocy.

And let's talk about Alya too. Girl, your so-called best friend is visibly uncomfortable with the idea of getting kissed, and she also told you why she's done with Adrien. Why on heavens through hell would your action be forcing your best friend to receive the kiss? You're a shameful excuse of a best friend.

"Oh, but Alya has been listening to Mari talking about Adrien non stop, so of course she's gonna make her take the kiss because maybe she wanted something to finally happen between them."

Like i said, she's a shameful excuse of a best friend.

(Lord, i can still remember when Alya holds Mari down, and Adrien just take that chance to kiss her. Good lord, that's blatant harassment.)

Alright, let's just say y'all and the writers are hellbent in having Adrien try to kiss her multiple times, here's an alternative that would've worked: he also kiss Nino and Alya as greetings. That's normal, right? Kiss your homies hello, don't leave others craving for your kiss from those luscious cherry lips. Why isn't he kissing them too if kissing is a normal way of greetings? Just, seriously, the situation would be far, far, far much better if Adrien also kiss the others, because then it won't look like a sexual harassment on Marinette.

Why didn't the writers think of that is beyond me, but these are the same people who make Felix and Marinette scenes in something they always call a "kids show", so it's to be expected.

And so, it has been a piece of my thought. I know some of you will be furious with this, but what's an opinion without some spicy replies. And so, I'd like to hear your opinion. Do you agree, or disagree. Am i being ridiculous with how i perceive this topic. Share your thoughts.

That being said, I'll see you all next time. Byeee.

#why the writers aren't getting sued or reported for how they treated the children in this show is still a mystery #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #miraculous lb #mlb #adrien agreste #chat noir #marinette dupain cheng #miraculous adrien #miraculous marinette #miraculous salt #mlb salt #ml ladybug #adrien salt

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ok-sims · 7 months

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Things in Good Omens 2 I still find weird after maaaaany rewatches - Part II

Hey everyone! First of all, sorry for my spelling mistakes in the first post 🙈 Somehow I was able to misspell the misspelled word, but I give my word as an angel that am I not a demon. Also, I loved to hear yout thoughts on some of the topics! There were quite some things I hadn't noticed, like Miss Cheng's resturant on Aziraphale's list. Now that I had some more time to think and rewatched the show 2 more times there are some other things I still don't quite understand:

👩Nina and Maggie being immune to Aziraphale's miracles🛡️

Obviously they aren't immune to the miracle he put on the bookshop during the Jane Austen ball, since we can see they are being made to dance, despite their will, and Nina herself comments that something is forcing her to feel different emotions (she was sad after her breakup, but suddendly didn't feel sad anymore). But when Shax's legion of demons tries to break into the bookshop, Aziraphale tries do do some miracle on Nina and Maggie so they agree to leave the bookshop with the rest of the humans (Maggie is acting like her weird self again and wants to stand there and fight????, which falls into Maggie acting off the whole season), but the miracle does not work. It is clearly intended to show that Aziraphale is casting a miracle (he does the hand gesture and the miracle sound effect plays). But it is also made clear that it did not work (including Nina's comment, "are you trying to hypnotize us?"). Another scene that corroborates with their "immunity" is when Crowley scorts out of the bookshop, when the Hell and Heaven gangs arrive after Aziphale blow up his halo. When they are outside, Crowley says that Nina and Maggie should forget everything that happened that night (he told the same to the others humans who attented the ball, and it apparently worked - check Mr Brown's quick convo with Mutt outside of the café). What the feck is going on with Maggie and Nina?

📙A.Z. Fell's diaries✒️

While it is pretty clear to me now that all the flashbacks in this season (officialy called "minisodes") are told from Aziraphale's perspective. In episode 2, the minisode seens to be Aziraphale remembering his and Crowley's encounter with Job, and getting so lost in this memory, that Gabriel points out that a long time has passed and Crowley even had left the bookshop by the time Aziraphale is done, making it clear we are getting Aziraphale's take of the Job story. In episode 4, the minisode starts right after Shax is able to "trick" Aziraphale, and the minisode storyline revolves around an incident she mentions during their conversation. Crowley is not even in this scene, despite being a central topic of their talk, and of the minisode itself, so it is safe to say we are getting Aziraphale's take again.

But the other minisode is "triggered" in a different way: it starts with Aziraphale writing in his diary (btw it is the first time he having a diary is ever mentioned!), and he states that there many volumes of these diaries. Funnily enough, his diaries are not mentioned again. Of course, once again we can clearly see the minisode is from Aziraphale's perspective (it could not get any more "in your nose" than that). But the fact that these diaries are not brought up again, even if it would have made sense in context (for example, the other two minisodes could have used the diary as a narrative device as well) is kind of odd to me. My best guess is that the diaries will be important in S3, while Aziraphale is way in Heaven, and Crowley/Muriel/a secret third character happens to find them/needs to find them for some reason.

🍷The toast after Wee Morag's death 🪦

This one might be a little silly, but I can't really wrap my head around it. In The Resurrectionist's minisode (as told by Aziraphale in his diary), Crowley and Aziraphale are having a date in a graveyard happen to stumble on Elspeth stealing buried bodies to make some money. We see the minisode unfold until Wee Morag tragically dies, and Elspeth can finally get some cash (albeit less than expected), so she steals some laudanum, buys wine and, for some reason, returns to the mausoleum were Wee Morag died to have a toast with Crowley and Aziraphale.

Why is she meeting with them again? How did they know how/where/when to find her? Since only Elspeth and Mr Dalrymple apper in the scene she steals the laudanum, I'm pretty sure Aziraphale and Crowley weren't there with her, and when the toast scene begins, they are shown entering the mausoleum again (so it is not like they were waiting inside the Mausoleum for Elspeth to come back and make a toast). I'm not sure if the minisode takes place during only one night (Aziraphale explicitly states Crowley wanted to meet him at midnight, so the minisode starts around this time), because it seens like a little too much to be done in such a short time, and when the minisode ends, it is still nightime (when Crowley is dragged to Hell), but the point is: why and how would the angel/demon duo get back to the mausoleum to have a toast with Elspeth? I'm not saying they wouldn't want to do it, but the logistics seen a bit off to me.

Once again, please let me know your insights on it! I was very pleasantly surprised with the interactions with the previous post, I'm glad to not just be shouting into the void, and I loved hearing everyone's perspectives!

#good omens #good omens meta #good omens 2 #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #elspeth #wee morag

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wren-writes-things · 21 days

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Let's see... 1, 9, 12, 13 for the fandom ask games? :)

Oh hey Pixel! Thanks for asking.

OTP?

Probably Sasharcy (of course in the context of Sashannarcy). I absolutely adore all variants of the Calamity Trio but I just tend to drift towards them. My guess is that the personality contrast, and possibly just how much they both need to grow and forgive each other. I don't know it just intrigues me.

I also really like platonic Zelink from the BotW/TotK iteration.

9. Write a recommendation of someone else's fic you enjoyed!

Hmm... Pixel go read your own fanfic! Joking, probably

And I Know I Kissed You Before (But I Didn't Do It Right) - BearerOfTheBitterMoon (liminal-lesbian on here) - Okay I could put all of Mara's fanfics on here. Her writing style and story concepts are just amazing. But we'd be here all day, so we're not going to do that. This one specifically though, was just such an emotional rollercoaster (without leaving with permanent emotional trauma, ex: The Three Body Problem). It's very sweet, it's very sad and it all just feels so real. If that makes any sense

A Witch In Wartwood - Disect - I haven't finished the sequel fanfic yet, but I love this story. It had a very creative take on a Swap AU, and it did a really good job at capturing the essence of the original show while also completely being it's own thing.

Pinpoint - i'm-at-my-limit - Okay, I need to get caught up on this one, because I love the concept and I find it's characterization really interesting but I'm also behind by like two chapters because I wasn't reading as much for a while.

Across The Seven Seas - Heart_Wit_Strength - Did I successfully trick you into thinking I wasn't going to say this? Did it work? Seriously though this is one of those fanfics that I read, immediately reread and proceeded to think about for the next three days. I actually have fan art of it that I need to complete some day. I don't know what you did, but you succeeded at it.

Then there's this one fanfic about Sasha that I really like, but I cannot find it or remember what it is called.

(I have quite a few others that I really liked, these are just the four that were in my brain apparently)

12. What's the funniest or craziest AU idea you've ever come up with?

So the same week that I created Daren, I also created what I call that Devil in the Details AU. Which is one of those AUs where it could be angsty, but I decided it was way funnier to write absurd shenanigans.

Basically Marcy, a lonely and aimless college student, opens a music box (gifted to her by her academic mentor, Andrias) and ends up with Darcy as the devil on her shoulder. Then Anne and Sasha are sent by heaven to prevent her from becoming corrupted and taken over by them.

Of course, it’s a massive train wreck.

Darcy is trying to convince Marcy that she should trust them. But because Sasha and Anne are almost always there they can only accomplish this through underhanded life coaching. (Though when Sasha and Anne aren’t there it’s manipulation is more direct).

Sasha is a nearly fallen angel who has taken to giving beneficial but selfish advice and also physically attacking any devils that she ends up paired with.

Anne is just trying to get Sasha back on the right path and to find a way to get rid of Darcy so Marcy can go back to a normal life.

Then Marcy who was incredibly lonely finally has a social life and people that she can get engaged in her interests. So she’s convinced this is a great thing and is scheming to make it permanent.

And from this queue all of the comedic shenanigans that could possibly come out of it. But also Anne and Sasha helping guide Marcy into making a life for herself that she really wants rather than what everyone kept telling her she wanted. While Darcy of course tries to counteract that because they assume she searching for a very specific type of success and do not understand any other idea.

13. What's a character or ship you haven't written/drawn yet but would like to some day?

So ironically the answer here is also Sasharcy. I’m not sure how this happened but we have two Sashanne centric AUs (TOH and BotW) and two Marcanne centric ones (Witch Marcy and also BotW). But none of them have focused on Sasha and Marcy specifically (aside from post breakup in the Witch Marcy AU). It's a really interesting occurrence

#answered asks #heart-wit-strength #Amphibia #Amphibia Devil in the Details AU

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starguardianniom · 1 year

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Marinette the good Lila and Gabriel

Marinette is basically Lila and Gabriel if they were good and super heroes.

Lila and Gabriel basically Marinette if she was evil and a villain.

Lila is a manipulative liar who wants everyone to do stuff in her favors.

Gabriel is a huge control freak that needs to control everything and everyone.

Marinette also is a manipulative liar who lies and manipulate people to get what she wants or to go in her favor or her friend's, and needs to control everything too.

Heck, it seems lying, tricking, deceiving, controlling or manipulating people is the first response of Marinette to whatever problem she or her friends seems to have, and she'll do whatever she can to achieve her goals at times.

It's seriously concerning.

Heck half the time it doesn't even concern her identity as Ladybug, her secrets about it, or just trying to save the day, it just is the solution to either try to confess to Adrien, avoid embarassement, or get her way.

And yet, she hates Lila for her lying and manipulative nature, but she's almost on her level when it comes to lying and deceiving people and it's not even funny and she doesn't seem to be aware of it.

She hates how Gabriel is so controlling of Adrien, yet she keeps a very detailed schedule of his, gets mad when things doesn't go his schedule way, and also doesn't like some people that gets close to him and tries to get them away from him without him having a say about it.

It's been said around in the fandom that Marinette has low empathy.

It's not just that, it's also a glaring lack of self-awareness.

She just thinks something about someone, and then said something actually becomes the truth to her in her mind. She self-projects a lot of what she thinks people would/will do and takes it for the actual reality instead of actually asking/talking to the person.

It throws her on a loop everytime.

And she never learns her lessons.

Despite how many times Tikki and Alya disagree with her and tell her she exaggerates.

I mean, how little can she thinks of people's feelings until she sees first hand how upset and hurt they are after what she's done?

I swear if she would go what she puts them through, she would probably get all mad and furious and want nothing to do with them anymore.

She's lucky pretty much everyone but Lila and Chloé are so forgiving.

Probably why she doesn't learn, she just says sorry and all is good again.

And then she goes and do it again.

I swear to heaven, people complain about how André didn't raise Chloé properly at all, but then, what's Marinette's excuse for her behavior?

Don't tell me Sabine and Tom didn't raise her right, they did.

So why the fuck does Marinette acts like that in the show?

Why does she stalks intensively Adrien and violate his privacy but gets super mad anytime anyone tries to violate her privacy?

Why does she hates liars and manipulators like Lila so much when she lies so much and manipulate a lot of people around her all the same, half the time not even for her duty as Ladybug or even because of her love for Adrien?

How does she hates thieves, but has no problem stealing herself?

How can she says that Chloé and Lila think they're better than everyone else only for herself always think she knows best and people should just go along with what she says?

How can she speaks of freedom yet tries to control everything so she directs everything and everyone must follow her lead and orders?

She knows what's right and what's wrong, her parents taught her the difference, and when she sees feels like it for whatever the situation is at hand, what's wrong is right when SHE is the one doing it for whatever reason it might be at the time because she's a nice person and do it with good intentions in mind (when she's not trying to be self-serving or just plain selfish).

God does she looks and sounds so self-righteous at times.

Tom and Sabine certaintly didn't raise her like that.

I like to think that her becoming Ladybug probably went a bit too much to her head, I feel whatever crap she pulls as Ladybug she thinks it's alright if she pulls it off as Marinette too.

Except no, it doesn't, all it makes her look like is a hypocrite.

Another kind of people she hates, yet she's one of the most hypocritical of them all.

And yet, not aware of it yet it seems.

So now, imagine Marinette, but evil, like Lila and Gabriel.

She's basically them but as a "good guy".

Lila did everything Marinette did before too, lies to her classmates to look good, avoid punishment or embarassement, steal, pretends to be someone else, has way too much picture of the same person, do a lot of trouble to get rid of one person.

No really.

Marinette lied to everyone in Heroes Day because she was embarassed to just have macarons for the class instead of something more heroic like the rest of her classmates and felt the need to avoid embarassing herself after Chloé's jab at her heroic act. She lies a lot to avoid embarassing situations or looking embarassing to Adrien. Stole Adrien's phone in Copycat, the photograph's memory card of his camera in Reflekta, Juleka's bike in Oni-Chan. Pretended to be a guy in Party Crasher so she could get in an all boys party because Adrien was there and lying and ditching her friends to go to it, pretended to be a waiter to break into his house to retrieve Chloé's phone and delete a video of her, has too much pictures of Adrien, helped Chloé humiliate Kagami, later tried to sabotage Kagami in a game and not being fair to her at all, tried to prevent her from going to London with Adrien only to be shot down by her friends, among other things that some of them aren't even for protecting her identity as Ladybug or saving the city.

I swear to god she's the most problematic character in the whole show.

And she's the freaking protagonist of the show.

#marinette salt #miraculous ladybug #ml salt

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toyybox · 7 months

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Spiderwebs #12: Clutter

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content: lab whump, captivity, immortal whumpee, death wish

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Jackie didn’t know what to do. It felt like a mistake, giving in and lying down and going along with whatever inane idea struck that woman. Throwing a plate against the wall had seemed like a good idea, somehow a way to re-establish control, but he should have known that all of his ideas were stupid and he was stuck there and he was going to die—

That thought made him stop panicking. Death? Wasn’t that the one thing he couldn’t have? He would have loved to be six feet under, in fact. That silly fear of dying transcended even immortality and suicidality. Blame it on his nerves, he supposed, or his deep-rooted instincts, or just his complete inability to get a grip.

The plate had been empty, at least. The madness of hunger transcended all petty refusal. And the chicken had been really good. It wasn’t his fault, okay? He was doing the best he could with the paltry resources he had. The shattered pieces of ceramic or porcelain—he hoped to the heavens above that it hadn’t been expensive—could be swept under the bed. His captor would forget she ever gave it to him.

That was the plan, until the door opened behind him.

Well, fuck me.

He turned around, hands held up in a futile gesture of peace, heat already flushing his palms and the back of his neck.

“Jackie.” There Heather stood, a wraith in the doorway. The gleam of her eyes was like the gleam of a reaper’s sickle. “I thought I heard something.”

“Hey.” He leaned his elbow against the wall, in yet another futile gesture, this time attempting to cover up the broken plate. “Do you know CPR, by any chance?”

This took her aback. “Yes, why?”

“Because you take my breath away.” He batted his eyelashes.

With that look on her face, he might as well have told her to go screw a chainsaw. “Are you—are you trying to flirt with me?”

“Am I?” Was he? Jackie didn’t know. He said the first thing that came to mind. His thoughts had completely blanked out.

“Stop trying to deflect my questions. This is your last warning. Explain yourself.”

“It’s simple.” He stepped away from the plate shards. “I was eating. All of a sudden, I wanted to look at that table, over there.” He waved his hand towards the table. “But I was so tired that I tripped. I totally forgot I was holding the plate.”

“Why would you want to look at the table?”

He just needed to keep talking. The trick was to keep talking. Never falter. “I was bored. There’s not much to do down here. I was getting restless, you know, and I didn’t want to sleep yet, so that’s what I was doing. Walking around. The furniture is really nice, by the way. Let me guess, IKEA?”

She let out a deep, infuriated breath. “You’re bored?”

Jackie nodded. She didn’t look convinced, but she wasn’t beating him to death either. This could work.

“Why didn’t you just say so? I could—I could get you a book, or something. You don’t have to throw plates at the wall.” She stifled a yawn with her hand. “I was trying to sleep.”

“I didn’t throw—“ He stopped himself. “You’re right. I’m sorry. And I’d love a book.”

Heather placed her hand against the door frame, as she furrowed her brows. “Are you actually going to read it, or are you just saying that to be polite?”

“No, I love reading. Went to the library every week.”

“Okay.” She stood up straighter. “Do you want anything else?”

Well. He was actually kind of bored. No harm in asking. This could be a way to gain an upper hand. “A pen and a notebook, if that’s possible. Also, I’d like a clock. Maybe a watch. Oh, and the newspaper.”

“I’ll get you the pen and notebook.” With that, she left the basement.

Left him in silence, alone with his thoughts, with the aftermath of his adrenaline. Jackie was surprised. He was impressed. He had managed to talk his way out of trouble. Holy shit. If he kept this up, he would survive the week in one piece. If luck allowed, if its favor shone over him. If he kept his fingers crossed.

When she returned, she held a pretty black leather notebook and a ballpoint pen in her hands, alongside a copy of Oliver Twist. “Here. Catch.”

Jackie caught the items. “Thanks.”

“This is a reward for good behavior, all right?” He hated the way she said that, like he was a little kid, but arguing wasn’t an option. He let her continue. “In return, I want something. I want… honesty. Honesty and respect.

“Sure. No more disrespect. Got it.”

For a long moment, Heather stared at him and did not speak. He wondered what she was thinking. Had he somehow upset her? Or was she thinking of something, or someone else? Was she waiting? For what?

“Go to sleep.” Then, his captor stepped out of the room.

Ha. Sleep was an impossible memory, after all that excitement. Jackie took the notebook and flipped through the pages, which were all thick and cream-white. He was sure he’d find some use for it. He placed it, the pen, and the book on the nightstand.

The nightstand was the same shade of faded chocolate as all the other furniture in there. The edges had been decorated, carved with leaping rabbits and curving flowers. The furniture was lovely. That upset him, for some odd reason. Everything had been chosen with care. The vague smell of blood and smoke, which Jackie had grown accustomed to, was now replaced with something heavier and pleasant, like laundry detergent. The lightbulb now actually provided light, rather than a dim buzzing glow. The bed looked comfortable. The blanket was thick, dark blue and patterned with white lace. It was all so lovely, so revoltingly sweet. He was meant to live here. He was meant to like living here. Although the basement was not small by any means, Jackie was starting to feel claustrophobic.

He needed to get moving. He needed to distract himself, or he’d go crazy. Jackie opened the nightstand drawers, all three in fast succession. They were all empty.

He didn’t bother to close them, instead moving on to the bed. The edges were carved in the same way as the nightstand, with the exception of a few additional ferns and birds. Ducking underneath and lifting the blanket up, he saw a cluster of cardboard boxes.

The first one, Jackie noticed as he pulled it out, held a few shirts and a chessboard-pattern sweater. The second one contained some jeans and other pants. The third box contained a pair of black boots and a pair of matching black gloves.

This only made Jackie feel worse. He didn’t want to wear her clothes. He didn’t want to use any of these things. He didn’t want to sleep in her pretty little bed and use her cute little nightstand and rot away in a basement for the rest of his life. We don’t always get what we want, do we? What an asshole.

He was unhappy. Did that mean anything? What could he do? So much of his life had been simply accepting that everything was less than ideal. This was just another problem he needed to learn to live with.

The worst part was that things were finally starting to get better. Being a waiter didn’t make him anything close to rich, but it paid more than being a bartender. He liked his coworkers—they weren’t his friends, sure, but they liked him and he liked them, and they all got along. His nightmares had been slowing down, too. He rarely thought of the past anymore. He could have made a life for himself, the kind of life that sounded so ridiculous in the movies and books.

Sure, things weren't perfect. Change came at a worm's pace. He’d take three steps backward before ever moving forward. Compared to kidnapping, though, it was skittles and beer.

That all went down the drain now. Well, not necessarily. But it was a setback. And that was being alive, wasn’t it? C’est ça. That was how it went. Entropy was everything. Chaos and clutter. Living comfortably meant living in a dream. Nothing stayed as you needed it. Nothing worked out as it should.

Jackie glanced at the writing desk, which he had feigned so much interest in. The wood was also dark brown, but less worn out. It must have been new. There was nothing carved on the sides. There was a water bottle, just a small metal thing, placed on top of it. The chair was nothing special. It wasn’t wooden, but rather asphalt-colored plastic.

The bathroom looked the same, more or less. He now possessed a toothbrush and toothpaste, as well as a comb, a plastic razor, shaving cream, and several containers of soap. Still nothing to escape with.

Jackie sat down on the bed. Anger had given way to fear and then to restlessness. It lit every nerve in his body like the spark of his lighter, like faulty electrical wiring. He needed to do something. Just to get moving again. He slid down and looked back under the bed. Nothing there. Except…

Now, Jackie had to twist into a strange position to look at the bedframe. Under the mattress. It was an old trick from childhood. Hide things under the mattress or inside the pillowcase. Food, keys, even knives. Although Jackie never found the courage to actually use the knife as a child, it made him feel that much safer. The table leg was gone, but he could find a real weapon. One of her scalpels, perhaps. Or the bone saw, if he could get his hands on it.

With a determined heave, he lifted the edge of the mattress up. Yes, it would work. He couldn’t imagine any reason for Heather to check there.

Yeah. Yeah! What reason was there to be upset? It wasn’t like his life was over. He would win this game. The odds were in his favor, he thought, considering how society treated kidnappers. It was nothing to get upset about. Nothing at all.

One day at a time. He would survive this. And now, he needed to sleep. Fatigue was a fog in the back of his mind, glazing over his thoughts. There was not much else to do, anyway.

Instead of getting into the bed, Jackie curled up in the corner. He winced at the cold, but he wasn’t wearing Heather’s sweater, no way. It was exciting, this rebellion, until a slow sort of fear seeped in—would she be upset about this? Would she hurt him for this?

She’s going to hurt me anyway. Jackie curled up a little tighter. I’m not actually scared of her. He was used to pain. A bruise or cut was nothing. He’d have his tiny rebellion either way. A microscopic revolution. He’d have this little bit of autonomy, this sliver of control. He’d get his way. He’d win this war. He was going to escape.

Right. Now, he needed to get some rest.

That was the plan, at least. But the low hum of dread grew like a tumor, and it was incredibly uncomfortable to sleep on the concrete. Was it his imagination, or was everything getting colder? The bed looked absolutely delicious, warm and safe and inviting. Not safe, actually. Bad things could happen in beds. But it was warm? And worse things could happen on the concrete, probably. Especially if his captor was in a bad mood.

Oh, but wasn’t he the great and powerful Jackie? Unafraid of anybody?

It’s not because I’m scared. I’m doing the smart thing. Wasn’t I supposed to gain her trust first? What about that whole part of the plan?

That was a good point. And his posture on the floor was terrible. His back was going to hurt like hell in the morning if he kept this up. How was he going to escape with back pain?

Jackie crawled into bed. It was softer than he expected. Much softer than the floor, at least. The weight of the blanket was comforting. For the first time in a while, he felt warm.

Sleep came for him like a vulture to a liver, but not before he could think—one last time—I’m going to get out of here.

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knight-already · 1 year

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Severus Snape lives

I will forever scream to the heaven’s that SEVRUS SNAPE DIDNT DIE -- He tricked us all like he fooled everyone else. OKAY

Don't write me off just yet!!

Nagini bit him on Voldemort's orders right? We all saw it heck Harry saw it -- BUt BUt what if he did not actually die?

My Son

HIM

Look at him he’s as Clever as they come. okay

IF anyone and I mean anyone had even the smallest chance at surviving poisonous snakes its that guy.

because as we’ve come to learn his is a brilliant wizard:

“Luckily Professor Snape was able to do enough to prevent a rapid spread of the curse --" said Dumbledore "Why him?" asked Harry quickly. "Why not Madam Pomfrey?"

"Professor Snape knows much more about the Dark Arts than Madam Pomfrey, Harry.”

(Honestly it’s it just infuriating how he says that? He coulda just said:

“He’s an extraordinary wizard Harry, THANK MERLIN HE HAD WHAT WAS NECESSARY TOSAVE THAT CHILD. CAUSE OUR HEALER HAD NO IDEA WHAT TO DO. SIS COULDA DIED AND BEEN MOANING MYRTLE THE SECOND.

The way Dumbledaddy said it just rubs me the wrong way. )

Anyways I assure you he had the cure for Nagini’s venom , its another question entirely if he used it for himself...

That leads me to point 2:

Did my poor Severus have a reason to live? We know he was a bit depressed and honest a bit unhinged by that point. Maybe you think he would not have had it any other way other than death -- he was an honorable man.

If so then shouldn't he had help Harry out till the very end?

Lmao

NO. Dumbledore told him the only way for the war to end was for harry to die.

I THINK HIS PLAN WAS TRY UNTIL HE DIED. MAYBE EVEN HE MADE IT A GAMBLE? WHO KNOWS? COULD HE HAVE KNOW HE WOULD HAVE DIED BY HER VENOM? DID HE LEAVE IT UP TO FATE? DID HE HAVE A PLAN B TO MAKE IT OUT ALIVE? WHO KNOWS???

BUT THE WHOLE POINT OF THIS POST IS TO SAY I THINK HE DID FOR MY OWN SELFISH REASONS!

Maybe Severus himself wouldn't want to do such a cowardly or self preservation tact depends on who you ask but my boy had already done enough he saw his chance an you bet your arse he took it and escaped with his life, a dark mark free hand and a sick snake bite scar.

What I'm saying is He didn't need to stick the war out BUT he did need to die with witnesses to his death. (Maybe he even left a fake body?)

Who better that the golden boy himself -- I'm sure he wouldn't have wanted to do that to Harry as he had witnessed so many deaths himself... (both of them had really)

But so is life -- the dark lord though him dead, he could just not act the part. Less the Tom kill him and make sure this time round.

But that still hasn't answered : Did he have a reason to live?

Point 3:

We know when we see Severus’ old childhood home in Spinner's End its described as:

A tiny sitting room, which had the feeling of a dark, padded cell. The walls were completely covered in books, most of them bound in old black or brown leather; a threadbare sofa, an old armchair, and a rickety table stood grouped together in a pool of dim light cast by a candle-filled lamp hung from the ceiling. The place had an air of neglect, as though it was not usually inhabited.

in my stubborn fantasy were he is alive and well -- GUESS WHAT FOLKS!

He doesn't live there. Nope.

Now I know he’s a depressed loner who doesn't have a record with having nice things. He’s a gloomy office and the defense against the dark arts classroom he decorated was pretty much on brand. So why wouldn't he live in that childhood home?

He seems like the type to live in the past, right?

AGAIN WRONG.

HE HAS BEEN LYING TO US. HE HAS.

using the example up there with his home first :

“The place had an air of neglect, as though it was not usually inhabited.”

this is all i need.

He has to live there for two month every year, plus its being used now some how it should feel like someone lives there. personal items,,,,, something! if thats his home!

Wormtail was forced to stay in his room all the time, and hes looking to get Severus in trouble so why would Severus leave his shit laying around?

“an air of neglect” yah cause he probably hasn't been there in years til wormtail was forced to stay here. He probably had there listed as his place of residence, why well get into later, from how the even down to the furniture sounds, it sounds thrown together. to fit his brand, of gloomy and mess the fuck up and lets not forget comfy for homeboy worm tail. (bet it had a broken fire place)

why would someone who has moved on with the war for like 10 + years bring that shit back into any life he built? having wormtail the man literally responsible for lilys death in HIS house? where HE lived?

NO RAT MAN LIVE IN THIS DUSTY PLACE I PUT HORRID BOOKS I DONT WANT MY CHILDREN GETTING INTO. PLUS HE APEASED THE DARK LORD!

A WINS A WIN. I DONT CARE

The black sisters just pop in for a visit -- who wants Bella near their family????? No you rich fucks please come into this ‘home’ of mine. eat with the poor. welcome. No doubt they looked down on him like everyone else but now they need his help. Fancy that.

Why would he have his new life mixed with his old? why so these no goods can come and run the show? darken his hallways? fuck that! You think he wants dummybolr coming knocking on his door talking with his kids and partner and using them as a pawn so SEverus could do as he says?? NO he’ll keep his old home just as it is, a safety haven for every member of his past to come visit and demand him.

Kill me!

Protect the boy!

take a vow and protect my son!

Yall in the back : HE DIDNT HAVE A LIFE! HE HAS NO FRIENDS OR FAMILY!

says who? Cause he NEVER EVER mixed them in with his job? knowing when Harry came into school his shit would get rocked? All the happiness he found (ON HIS OWN) over the years that we never knew because he didn't want it to be destroyed from a mistake he made at 19 - 21 ish?? the maths aint mathing.

Plus how many of us know much anything about our antisocial teachers life? i didn't even know my teachers had families!

Maybe his Partner though he was crazy, his kids hated he made them go to school in France and they really only saw him some weekends or certain days when he went off to be with them -- other than summer when they had him certainly. Heck even for Christmas he never took time off! He had to do a seamless job to make sure no one ever caught on to him. Maybe he missed birthdays and maybe everyday his kids begged him to stop taking part. maybe his partner said they could handle whatever came together, maybe they argued more than they saw each other because they just wanted Severus to live -- to come out alive.

BUT HE KNEW HOW HE FELT WHEN HE HEARD AND SAW FOR JUST FOR REFUSING THE DARK LORD IT MEANT DEATH AND MAYBE EVEN THE EXTINCTION OF AN ENTIRE FAMILY -- HOW COULD HE SUBJUCT HIS FAMILY TO THAT? FUCK IF ITS LIKE 10 YEARS IN THE FUTURE. ALL HE KNEW IS THAT ONE DAY IT WOULD COME.

IN CONCLUSION,

If Severus could lie to :

1. Voldemort

2. Dumbledore

3. The Hogworts staff who he was friends with.

Maybe even others take your pick!

Who are we?

He wanted to live -- But more than anything to do that he had to be free, Free of his past and when Severus Snape died. He finally was.

SEverus Snape. Professor Snape. the Shadow.

the man he made into a character, who he shaped into an unpleasant person, so he wouldnt have any ties that ran too deep, he made everything Severus Snape had to show for himself an addition to that character so no one would be any the wiser.

I refuse criticism and Reject criticism

thankyou ~

#severus #severus snape #pro snape #pro severus snape #pro severus #i die on this hill #professor snape

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shenevertricks1831 · 2 years

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(eddie munson x reader)

part 1. Sept 1984

TRICK'S TREATS (Author Notes)

This will be a multipart piece of the history of Eddie x Reader (if you'd like to know more about my reader, or how I write and have based them let me know!) This will cover various aspects of their relationship. From first meeting, to their friendship, parts of season 2 and 3 involving Y/N...I'm actually very nervous and anxious to post this, probably because for the first time in ages I've fallen for a character and a passion and a drive to write for them. So please be nice lol. This will all kind of be a shameless self insert and I'm so sorry...also an offical title is pending.

Triggers- not much for this part, mentions of divorce, uhm eddie being a little perry maybe lol uhm flirty and flustered eddie

Pt1 Sept.1984

Eddie Munson sat on his porch smoking. He watched as a uhaul pulled up to the trailer next to his uncles. Apparently someone finally bought the damn thing. He was intrigued when a short blond woman got out of the uhaul's driver seat. Then his interest truly peaked when she stepped out of the passenger seat. She had black high top Converse, black bike shorts that made his pants shamefully tight, and a fucking Motley Crue cropped t-shirt, holy shit! Then as his eyes wondered up he found the cherry on top. Her hair. Her fucking hair. It was teased, and curled, big. She looked like she could be a groupie, or a fucking centerfold. God and her fucking face, she was perfect. He should not be this fucking turned on just looking at a girl while he's sitting on his porch.

*thwump*

His uncles hand lightly smacks the back of his head. Shit when had his uncle even came out here? He hadn't even realized, to enthralled with the girl who was apparently his new neighbor. Lucky him, he thought.

"Come on, are you gonna stand there gawking all day or are you gonna come with me and offer these ladies a hand?" His uncle spoke in a gruff yet amused voice. Eddie hopped to his feet quickly following his uncle the short distance over to the next trailer. Uncle Wayne went to talk to the blonde woman, presumably the mother. Eddie made his way around to the back of the uhaul, to you, but he didn't see you. So he peaked to the side of the uhaul with the passenger door; and there he saw her, bent over the seat leaning in to grab something. He didn't realize he was staring again, not until you climbed down from the vehicle and looked at him.

"Hey perv." You said flatly. Eddie blushed furiously and quickly tried to apologize. "I am so sorry! I just came over looking for you, and you weren't in the back so I just peaked over here," oh God he knows he's rambling, but he can't stop himself, "and you where there, and ya know, well uhm, it's, uh, it's very," he paused, guestering with his hands, rounding them as though he were cupping her ass, "uh, n-nice..it's nice. D-did you need help with your boxes?" Eddie finally shuts up, he is red, beet fucking red. And then he notices, she's blushing too. It's silent for a moment. Oh God he fucked up, he has officially ruined any minuscule chance he might have had. He is ok the verge of just leaving, and then he hears it. She laughs, no, giggles; and its the most beautiful sound Eddie has ever heard. Has he died? Did he just die of embarrassment, but then wind up in his own personal heaven? He knew in that second that he was going to marry her one day. He didn't know how or when, and that didn't matter right now; but you were his future wife.

"Your funny." Y/N smiles at him,."You remind me of my cousin a little." She notices his face drop just the slightest bit at that. "But I do have to day you're cuter than she is." You smirked. Eddie finally fully snaps back to reality. "Hold on," he states as he rushes back behind the back of the uhaul, "let's try this again!" He shouts to her before walking back over to her again, leaning against the vehicle. "So, where's a pretty girl like you from?" He asks trying to flirt, and oh my god! She actually blushes again, but still quips back. "Hawkins." She states, in a bored tone.

"No, no, no," Eddie shake his head, "I'd remember a girl like you." He looks down noting the Motley Crue top, not the average for most hawkins girls.

"Well then maybe your memory sucks Munson." She laughs before it turns into a sigh. His eyes widened, holy shit she knew him, she wasn't bullshitting. "So why don't I know you?" He asked, genuinely curious, but not expecting the answer she gave.

"I was born and raised here, but my mom and i moved to Georgia 3 years ago, then she got divorced, so.." She held her hands out in a 'here we are now' type motion.

"How old are you?" He asks, trying to do the math of how old he was 3 years ago and how he might know her, he doesn't remember her. She chuckles. "I'm 17, grade younger than you. But don't worry Eddie, I wont expect you to remember me, I was different years ago." She puts her hand out towards him. "Y/N Buckley." She introduces herself and he grasps her hand to shake it. They both pause, it's electric; but neither knows how to act on this. So they awkwardly pull away, and silently shift till Eddie speaks again. "So, uh, w-would you like some help with your boxes?" She nods. "Y-ya, that'd be great." She smiled at him.

#eddie munson #stranger things #joseph quinn #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson stranger things #eddie stranger things #stranger things 4

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eievuimemes · 2 years

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THE BAD GUYS BOOKS STARTER SENTENCES

“[name]! You’re alive!”

“At this point, that is very disappointing.”

“Aw, don’t worry about that. It’ll be fine.”

“Before me you shall kneel for all eternity.”

“Before we begin, I have a simple question for you.”

“Buddy! This isn’t you!”

“Can you feel how much stronger I’ve become!?”

“Can’t move…”

“Could you repeat the question?”

“Do I look like I belong on the B-Team?”

“Do you think HE’D give up?”

“Does anyone else feel like the bus to heaven is about to arrive?”

“Does someone want to tell me what’s going on here?”

“Don’t be too hard on him.”

“Don’t lie. I know all.”

“Don’t you EVER make jokes about my papa!”

“Everyone loved you!”

“Focus and push through.”

“Fun’s over. It’s time to take away their toys!”

“Get us to high ground. I need to see the lay of the land.”

“Guys, I think [name] is lifting a car…with his MIND.”

“He has the emotional maturity of a preschooler.”

“Heeey! You’re awake!”

“Hey! Take it easy, [name]. This is important.”

“Hey, [name]! Have you seen [name]?”

“He’s WAY too big.”

“How do you know he’s not here?”

“How do you suddenly have the power to communicate with your mind?”

“How long will it be?”

“How was your trip?”

“I can do better than that.”

“I can get them to join us!”

“I don’t believe it!”

“I know this is bad, I do, I know, but that is outrageous.”

“I NEED to talk to you.”

“I suppose I could go and check it out.”

“I wouldn’t trust her. But I guess we don’t really have a choice.”

“It’s been nice knowing you.”

“It’s important to have fun. I forget that sometimes.”

“It’s not my fault! I can’t ride a motorcycle!”

“It’s time to get our buddy back.”

“It’s weird…I feel like I know that somehow.”

“I’d join your gang any day.”

“I’ll bet it’s just another trick.”

“I’ll just have to do it ‘old school’.”

“I’ll tell you later.”

“I’m not sure I’m ready either. But it doesn’t matter, does it? Because we have a job to do.”

“I’m not worried about you.”

“I’m sorry! They caught us!”

“I’m talking about last september.”

“I’ve got it! I’ve got the location.”

“Just give me a minute.”

“Just keeping up our spirits!”

“Let me tell you a secret.”

“Let me try something first, ok?”

“Look, first off, you need to chill.”

“Luck is for wimps.”

“Man, I love him, you know?”

“Maybe the rest of you were forced to behave like this.”

“My power feeds me.”

“No! YOU listen!”

“Protect [name]!”

“So, like, give me a bit of guidance here.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

“That is not your path.”

“That’s like his MOTHER telling him he’s cool! It doesn’t count!”

“The [name] I know would say the same.”

“There is ONE who can stop him!”

“There must have been a mistake!”

“These idiots are going to get themselves killed.”

“These ones are…a little farther away.”

“These villains are actually heroes in disguise!”

“They inspired me to follow my dreams.”

“They just don’t understand what they’re missing out on.”

“This’ll liven things up again.”

“Today is your lucky day!”

“Unless I’m very much mistaken, I suspect there’s someone else lurking about.”

“WE are in trouble.”

“We KNOW the plan!”

“We should listen to [name]!”

“Well…it’s funny you should ask…”

“Were you just talking to your dad?”

“What did I wish for again?”

“What’s going on with [name]!?”

“Where can we find a gas station?”

“Who needs superpowers when you have family?”

“Who wants a piece of me?”

“Yeah, that’s right! Come and get it!”

“You are going to do what you do best.”

“You have been identified as an enemy.”

“You have to warn him!”

“You know how he gets.”

“You know, I’m worried about him. I really am.”

“You look just like a friend I THOUGHT I knew.”

“You really need to see a doctor, man.”

“You stay in the car and keep watch.”

“You’re crazy. And you’re gonna get us all killed.”

“You’re the one celebrity who still makes me nervous.”

“You’ve kind of been spending a lot of time alone.”

“‘Brung!?’ Is that even a word?”

#rp meme #sentence starters

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sidemari · 2 years

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• Voicelines about you pt. 3 •

Characters included: Aether, Albedo, Ayaka, Arataki Itto, Ganyu and Razor x Fem!Reader

Art: I found it on Pinterest, it's from a donghua (chinese animation) called "Heaven Official's Blessings"

A dear anon asked me for more voicelines, I guess here they are :)

Aether 🌼

About (Name): She's one of the only people of this world that really helped me in my journey to find my sister, so I keep the memories I made with her with love in my mind and heart. Paimon likes her a lot too and she never stops rambling whenever (Name) is around, so I constantly have to take her away from my flying-friend if I want to talk more. Oh, today is very windy, so the Windwheel Asters must be spinning quickly. If I was in Monstad, I'd visit Windrise with (Name) to gather some of them while we talked. It's a shame I'm far away from her.

Albedo 📚

About (Name): She's... Much like me, I guess. We find relationships quite troublesome and we aren't the most social pair out there. Yet, she has a quality I'm trying to develop properly: she is always trying again, always trying to find good in people and hope in this world. Other than that, she helps me in my lab from time to time. Dragonspine seems to be less harsh and less dangerous whenever she's around. Ah, thank you, you remembered me I have to finish a painting of her. I'll make sure she has this art piece as a gift of our friendship.

Kamisato Ayaka 👘

About (Name): Ah, (Name)-San! Oh, she told me I hadn't any reason to use those honorific with her. Well... Our time together is always peaceful and amusing. She's gentle with me and calm enough to deal with my inability to understand some of her habits. For example, she once took me to... as she said 'fool around' in some places of Inazuma. I wasn't used to being out in public for so long only in order of having a great time, or to eat something and talk about ordinary things. (Name) feels like I should have more fun in my life and she offered help to unwind my mind whenever she's around. I guess I'm talking too much about her, right...? It's only because I love- I mean, I like-... I am not sure... What is this weird sensation?

Arataki Itto 🐮

About (Name): Uh, she...? I don't know a lot about her, I'm going to be honest. But I have to say that she seems to be a good soul to be around. I don't know why, but she seemed to feel a little cornered the first time we've met... Perhaps it's because I'm way taller than she? Or is it due my make-up? What? My horns? Pff, they're way too nice for her to fear me. Anyways, she told me one day she thinks my little bull is cute. I guess that counts as a compliment?

Ganyu ♥️

About (Name): O-Oh, I'm surprised you're asking me about her, since I'm not the best person with words... Um, anyway, I do enjoy her company, perhaps way too much for my own good. It's just I feel so comfortable and secure every time she's by my side... I'm grateful that I've met her some months ago. What?! Who told you about that-? Ah, her... Yes, I do let her free to touch my horns, even if I feel shy whenever she does so. But her fingers are so delicate, her caresses on my hair are so calmly made that I once slept on her lap... She didn't wake me up, I guess she saw I needed to get some rest. We also collect some Qingxins - my favorite flower - together from time to time, just so I can be around her. I have this crown she made of those flowers for me once and I even did a trick on it so the Qingxins will never die. I'm sorry, I tried to make you understand how much I love that pure-hearted girl but I'm not sure if I managed it.

Ganyu, marry me, please, I swear I'll make you happy, my baby <3

Razor 🫐

About (Name): (Name), right? She helps Razor training talking! Um, talking is still hard but I always try my best around (Name) because I want to make her proud. She collects Woolfhooks around the Wolvendom with me and she often cooks steaks and potatoes for Razor! So yummy! Ah, my Lupical feels comfortable with her presence, so I guess she's already part of my Lupical too. At least I think she's part of Razor's family :)

#albedo x reader #aether x reader #ayaka x reader #itto x reader #ganyu x reader #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #ganyu #ayaka #arataki itto #albedo #aether #genshin fanfic #razor x reader

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riku-writings · 3 years

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ADMIRATION

Pairing: Mitsuya Takashi x Fem! Reader

Summary: Reader likes to fantasize about The Home Economics Club Leader's Hands.

Warnings: Smut with a smol plot, Fingering.

A/n: I am not really sorry about this ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡,,, inspired by that one megumi oneshot in wattpad that i read ages ago. . .((edited hundred times since i just realized now that some of the smut parts were messed up even though i checked it multiple times,,, I'm sorry for the confusion i hope i got the order right ಠ,_｣ಠ)

Wc; 2k

It started with just an innocent admiration of him being a charming dude, that's all. The guy's a good student, an overall husband material with his sewing and cooking skills. He was heaven sent with his overall visual ( dyed hair, piercings and his eyebrow slits). Everyone knows he's a delinquent because of that Pehyan dude who would fight with Yasuda-San just to excuse mitsuya out of the club. Despite his delinquent bg, Mitsuya was respectful and patient. Making every girl and boy swoon over him.

A bad boy with a soft hubby side. Best of both worlds they would say.

You were part of it. The Home Economics Club, they were lying if the whole club wasn't a simping club for the one and only Mitsuya Takashi. It was only yasuda and you who took the club for extra credits. The others well, you could say they were there to see him. Eitherway everyone was cooperative and hardworking.

Not only were you with him in that club. You were his classmate. Even better, his seatmate. You always get a view of his charming side profile.

You find yourself just staring at his features, from his long lashes to his pointed nose, down to his lips. Sometimes his tongue would dart out, out of pure concentration. (You noticed this whenever you try and get his attention to check your work in the club)

Your eyes always latching itself down to his hands. Not that you're a complete freak but you appreciate it. Like if someone asked you what body part attract you the most. You would definitely answer, hands.

His hands were the prettiest especially when its enclosed with those rings that has a cross engrave on it. It was veiny, fingers elongated and a bit bony. Nails cleanly cut. His wrist always had a silver bracelet on it. You don't know why was that attractive.

You had an unpopular opinion that it was soft to touch. You wonder if your thoughts were true. You can feel yourself blush at the thought of him just holding your hand.

You can't help it but you just stare at them with pure admiration. Due to this, you noticed how he liked twirling a pen around his middle and index finger. Fascinated, you tried it once, though you failed. You not knowing he was looking at your failed attempts. Grinning.

"y/n are you listening?" A voice called pulling you out of your own embarassing thoughts. You look up at the owner of the hands you've been staring at for a while now.

"U-uhm yes?"

"Tell me how did you end up with this then?" Mitsuya raises his brow, your messed up fabric lifted up by him. The girls around you giggled at your clumsy behaviour. You retrieved it. "Ehm, I'm sorry leader can you explain it again?"

"Alright, listen this time dummy" He says with a teasing grin, ruffling your hair gently. He sat next to you. Using the seam ripper to remove your mistakes. You just stared at his fingers pointing at where you should redo it.

You wondered how he would shove it in your mo—

You mentally slapped yourself. As you crossed your legs together at the sudden image that came over your mind. "You okay? y/n?" Mitsuya stared at you noticing how you pressed your thighs together. "Hmhm" You responded.

"Leader! can you check this?" Another called out for mitsuya. He stood up and pats your shoulder.

"alright, I'll leave it to you then" He smiled.

The next days you tried to scold your mind for having intrusive thoughts of Mitsuya and his hands. Unfortunately, your mind developed a sudden kink with it. Making every imaginary situation more. . . . lewd.

"Hey Y/n! Hold up your hand" Your classmate suddenly called you lifting his hand towards yours. You knew exactly what he was trying to do, since he's been busy tryna do that with the other girls this morning. "Eh? I don't want to." You replied.

"Bet if mitsuya did it, y/n would do it!" Another classmate of yours shouted from the back. You raised your middle finger, continuing on cramming your homework.

"Leader~ Can you do that for us~" The boys teasingly called mitsuya. Who was back from his lunch raising an eyebrow at them. Hands pocketed "Do what?"

"We're just comparing hand sizes" They shrugged lifting up their hands. "Y/n won't let us~~"

"Eh? Stop bothering y/n." Mitsuya say in his deep voice his feet landing a hit on their butts, before proceeding to you. The men in the back groaned.

Bending to meet your gaze. He grinned "Now you owe me, work on your missed templates with me later" The lilac haired boy reminded. You just rolled your eyes on him mocking a tongue out. He chuckled. "And I thought you just saved me, leader."

You stayed with him in the club room. Doing your templates beside him. Him just handstitching a bunny like doll. The room slowly darkening as the sun sets. He turned on a lamp beside his table. Slowly the other girls started to leave the club room, waving their goodbye's to Mitsuya.

"Hmmmm you've been spacing out lately, are you okay?" He coughed softly referring to your messed up works recently. Eyes going to you.

"Me? spacing out?" You acted dumb, you scoffed in a fake manner. Brushing your hair with your fingers to shake off your stiffening state.

Not meeting any of his gaze, you just continued to sketch.

Did he figure it out? Did he catch me staring at his hands? Nah I need to stop overthinking.

"Alright then." Silence invaded the whole club room again. Your eyes roamed around realizing the rest of the girls left already leaving you two alone.

"Hold your hand up." Mitsuya suddenly commanded. Eyes going to him, you raised your brow. "I wanna know— our hand difference." He explained raising his hand infront of you. Placing his doll down the table.

"You know the boys in our class are just a bunch of perverts right?" Speaking like a fucking hypocrite, your actions didn't match up with your words. Almost instinctively, you faced him holding them up. He pressed his against yours.

Your insides melt at this gesture. Your theory confirmed that he has actually, soft hands.

"You have cute small hands" His lips curled up, slowly his fingers intertwined with yours, locking it with his. "Well yours rough" You lied, cheeks burning as you looked at your connected hands. "Is that so?"

Abruptly, mitsuya pulled you close to him. Making your other hand rest on top of his shoulder. His face centimeters away yours. Lips almost brushing.

"So is this what they're trying to do with you?" He asks in a low voice his eyes piercing through you. Craning his neck, curious.

"Yeah. . . " You broke eye contact. "Good thing I stopped them." He chuckled, eyes closing. He leaned back. Patting your head.

Funnily, that interaction with him didn't stop your thoughts. Actually it made your whole dirty secret worse. Just seeing him tapping his fingers on his lips as his chin rested on his palm. Made your mind run thoughts about the things his hands would do to you.

You leaned back looking around the morning peace in the clubroom. You were always the first one to go here. Since it's more quiet that way.

You closed your eyes craning your neck side to side. Loosening up a bit.

What would his fingers feel wrapped around your neck— no. no.

You shifted on your seat, pressing your thighs together. Mentally slapping yourself.

Changing your attention, your sight caught your pen. Picking it up you tried to do that cool trick again. Trying to twirl it around in between your middle and index finger.

"Ohhh you're trying to do it again?" Mitsuya popped out of nowhere. You jolted a bit, making him laugh. You clearly didn't see him coming in.

He hovered behind you, his chest pressed on your back as he rested his hand on your desk right beside yours. He leaned in observing your half-done project. "Again?" You asked head turning towards his face.

"Well I saw you trying to do this"

He pulled his other hand up grabbing your pen, his fingers did it in ease. "no need to brag leader-san" You tell him grabbing your pen back. "Looks like you're gonna stay with me again later" Mitsuya mentioned pointing at your work.

After classes you proceeded to your clubroom already, knowing you're gonna take so long with your project. Though you were greeted by yasuda leaving you with her tasks because apparently she also had friday plans like the others. The others always had friday plans that it would leave you, yasuda and mitsuya with the work.

"It's okay yasuda-san! I promise to clean up and remind leader to lock the door!" You assured her, she then finally nodded. "Fine fine— Also don't let that slimy delinquent distract leader" She added, you nodded giving her a big thumbs up, she then waved her hands leaving you all alone with the mess of excess papers and fabric from this morning.

You tied your hair as you clean up the place before doing your own project. You actually sat on the front desk as you look around feeling satisfied. Finally continuing your hand stitch. (You gave up after breaking 3 needles into half with your machine.)

You stay seated on the front desk, comfortably doing your own project. Humming a few songs here in there. The door then slid open.

"I'm guessing yasuda san has plans?" Mitsuya came in seeing you on his desk. "yup" You nodded eyes focused on your stitch. Sudden fingers gripped your knees.

"You should stop manspreading in that skirt" He scolded you pushing your knees together. You shivered at his touch against your skin. Due to this sudden awareness of his hand still gripping your lower thighs— you accidentally pricked your finger on a needle.

"Ouch." You hissed as you saw your finger starts to ooze out blood. "You're so clumsy" Mitsuya clicked his tongue removing the cloth on your hands bringing it down to the side. He grabbed your hand and started sucking on your finger.

"U-uhm" You widened your eyes as you saw the sight of mitsuya sucking your index finger. You blushed profusely at this. "Eh? I- I — you didn't have to do that" He finally let go of your finger.

"I don't have bandages on me—plus that always does the trick" He says wiping it. You just nodded looking around. "Tsk what is it that got you distracted again hm?" He questions furrowing his brows he leaned closer to you. He layed his hands on the table, locking you in.

"Ugh you really want me to say it huh?" You groaned. He craned his neck to the side. Waiting for you to continue. "Okay— I may have a small admiration towards your hands. . ."

"Admiration?"

"Well it was honestly innocent at first until it got all dirty and as much as I wanted to get it out of my head you suddenly do things to me"

"And what was my hands doing?"

"Mitsuya . . "

"No dove tell me" He said as the choice of endearment shoot straight to your core. Making you shift on your seat.

"hm shoving it in my mou—"

Mitsuya shoved his middle and index finger inside your mouth. Your cheeks burn at the sudden action. His other hand held your waist, holding you closer. "You like this?" He asked with hooded eyes. Your tongue twirled around his finger, he slowly discarded them letting out a popping sound as it came out of your lips. Feeling your chest warmed up down to your lower belly.

"Is this why you're so distracted lately? because you're too busy thinking about my hands?" He then held your chin with his fingers as he hummed. Lips inching closer to yours. You just nodded feeling feverish. "Do you want me to kiss you?"

Once again you nodded. You can feel the growing lust underneath your skirt. Pressing your thighs together to relief the heat. Mitsuya following the movement. His eyes went back to pierce through yours.

"Say please" He smugly commanded. You pouted.

He taps your lips. Wetting it with your own spit.

"Please kiss me."

Mitsuya leaned in to claim your lips, you lightly gasped as his lips finally touch yours. Closing your eyes, you melt into his kiss. He smirked at his before his hand on your waist went up to your hair tie, pulling it to let your hair flow against your shoulders.

He then licked your lips, instinctively you opened your mouth allowing him to enter his warm wet muscle inside. You whimpered at this, feeling your feverish state get warmer. Spreading all over your body. He caressed your cheek as he kissed you deeper. His other hand caressing your side, slightly brushing up against your chest. You hummed against his lips.

Biting onto your bottom lip he licked it. Before leaning back, placing a soft kiss on yours before taking in your whole panting visual.

"Do you want me to touch you, dove?" He questions, his thumb now pressing onto your bottom lip. His left hand went down on your thighs, softly pinching them.

"Please touch me, takashi"

With that his fingers indulged inside the band of your damp underwear. "Hm you're so wet, princess" He hummed letting his finger brushed up against your folds. You squirmed under his touch, your pussy clenching around nothing.

"Is this what you're thinking about in class?" He whispered next to your ear, placing a hot kiss on your cheek. You nodded, biting onto your red lips. As his middle finger continued to slide so easily with your wet slick. Up and down teasing both of your sensitive clit and your pleading hole.

You then felt the pad of his fingers teasing circles on your entrance, you looked at him with glossed eyes. He licked his lips seeing you practically begging for it.

His other hand held the back of your knees spreading your legs to gain more access. You leaned back supporting your weight with your hands.

Letting your skirt ride up, He bit his lips as he saw your ruined flimsy panties with his hand in it. You just looked at him with a pout wanting his fingers to penetrate your hole. "Please" You plead him trying to grind into his hand. Without caution he plunged his two fingers in your heat.

You bit back a moan. "Don't hold back now, dove." He said with a smug as he felt your hole clench around his fingers. "I-I can't takashi" You say feeling little under him. He chuckled at your pouting lips before placing a kiss on them. "Acting shy now huh"

Mitsuya curled his fingers inside making you squirm. "Don't move." He warned before pounding his hand into your writhing pussy. His long fingers hitting your soft spot almost immediately. You moaned letting your forehead clash itself against his. "You're taking my fingers so well baby. So noisy" He said referring to the slick slapping sounds of your wet pussy. You blushed at this ashamed on how you were making a mess on his hands.

"Aa you're so lewd— bet you've touched yourself multiple times thinking about this" He said adding another finger in your hole easily. You sobbed at the sudden feeling of fullnes inside "Hmm too much"

"Too much? you're a good girl you can take it" He says kissing your cheek once agaib. He thrusted his three fingers into your hole curling it up to feel your spongey walls clenching into him tighter.

"Mmn t-takashi—k-kiss" You mumbled feeling yourself itching up to your own orgasm.

"You want a kiss baby hm?" He hummed as his thrusts got harder and faster. Knuckles deep, the tip of his fingers hitting your sensitive spot. You purred nodding, He kissed your lips deeply making your moans muffled. You felt hot inside you as you panted trying to comprehend everything that he was doing to you. With that you felt your orgasm continue to build up. Your head leaned back breaking off his kiss, grinding back into his hand. Mitsuya felt yourself tighten continuing to hit on your sweet spot. Your own wetness beginning to drip down.

His thumb finally taking notice of your abandoned nub. He played with it. You squirmed as you feel it burn against his thumb.

"'m close" You squeak biting onto your lips. "Go on baby cum on my fingers" He said littering kisses on your neck, hands pounding into you harshly. With those words and his thumb rubbing your sensitive clit. Your thighs started to fidget. You closing your eyes shut as you panted.

You came onto his fingers. You let out a whiny moan as His fingers slowly ride out your high.

"Good girl" He said pulling his fingers out your panties. Your eyes opened seeing him cleaning his fingers clean with his tongue. He smirked as you lolled your tongue out. He placed his fingers on your tongue, letting you lick and suck them clean.

"You look so pretty like that, dove" He say as you finished pulling his fingers out popping out of your lips. He held your waist with his arms, moving you closer again. Leaning in to kiss you softly this time on your forehead. "How was that?"

"Better than what I imagined actually"

"C'mon it looks like we have friday plans too" Mitsuya said kissing your lips. Bringing you down the table. You smiled.

#mitsuya smut #tokyo revengers #tokyorev x reader #tokyo manji gang #takashi mitsuya #mitsuya x reader #mitsuya takashi #mitsuya x y/n #mitsuya headcanons #tokrev mitsuya

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icefire149 · 3 years

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Certain parts of season 14 and 15 just rub me the wrong way. Everything about the shift when Mary dies again to set up conflict between Dean and Cas just doesn’t hit right. So here’s a new way I’d do it:

Jack still accidentally murders Mary, but after zipping around the Earth in a panic, he goes to Castiel. He has no fear that he’ll lose Cas over this. It’s Sam and Dean that he’s worried about. Especially Dean since he was horrible when he was born. Dean only more recently seemed like he really cared about him. He can’t mess this up. Jack brings Cas back to the house and explains what happened.

We know Cas is a strategist and his mind would be in overdrive, because of course the Winchesters weren’t going to be okay with any of this. Hell, he’s barely keeping it together. Mary was his friend. But, Jack is his child and responsibility. And he loves him too much to let him suffer. So he devises a plan: Nick was trying to summon Lucifer from the Empty. He was succeeding. Jack and Mary were trying to stop him and Lucifer obliterated Mary. Jack wasn’t quick enough but he was able to send Lucifer back into the Empty and in a rage killed Nick. Now Jack is panicking because it’s still his fault, but not his fault. It’s Nick and Lucifer’s. And Jack while being mostly soulless is still a bit hesitant to weave such a lie to their family, but he agrees. Cas reassures him that the Winchesters will be devastated, but they’ll understand better this way. As a family, all of them will be able to grieve and move on eventually. Because: Nick shouldn’t have done what he did. It was high tension and everyone was upset, and it was inevitable an accident happened. It was just a terrible accident.

Distraught, Jack asks if there’s anything they can do to fix things? If they can bring Mary back? If they had a body....maybe. This leads Jack to want to see Rowena to see if she could just bring Mary back. They decide to try, but stick to the story. Cas gets zapped back to his truck and Jack goes to Rowena. So we have the similar situation where Jack in a panic tries to force Rowena to fix things and she tries, but also still tips off the Winchesters. Still the magic doesn’t work and Jack is scared. Sam and Dean get to the house and are a mess trying to make heads or tails of the mess. Automatically the blame is on Jack. They’ve been worried about his soul. He must have gone completely dark side. And we’ll note that Dean is the one crawling out of his skin pacing and ranting. Sam is more withdrawn. Jack flies into Cas’ truck when he’s almost there. Cas goes into the house first. He tells Jack to wait in the truck. Cas bars the doorway with his body while he tries to explain the ‘tale’ Jack told him in the car and how devastated he is over Mary and terrified of what they, Sam & Dean, will do next.

Dean believes Cas. It’s Cas. His anger rolls into grief & tears. His mom died. How did he get here where he has to bury her again. Cas comforts Dean with soft touch and words. He’s sorry. He’s so sorry. Cas gives into his own grief a bit. It’s Sam that continues to stand there in quiet rage. It’s like his whole lifetime of trauma is torn open again. And now there’s this new angry wound that’s only festered since Amara brought Mary back. Yes, he should be grateful that he’s gotten to know her at all, but.....it was never right. She never stayed long enough to really know him. Emotionally her bond with Dean was always stronger. He was always just a fly on the wall. She was his mom too. And now...even Cas is crying more than him. When the hell was she ever anything to him? Sam’s anger spirals, but he’s trying to keep it down. He keeps going over the house there. Something about everything isn’t sitting right with him. There’s something off. He knows it.

So with the funeral and going home to the bunker, things feel flipped. Jack and Cas were most worried about Dean, but it’s Sam they should be worried about. Dean is angry and upset, but he’s not blaming Jack. He’s actually trying to be there for Jack. This development has Cas over the moon, because this is all he ever wanted. For them to be a family. While Dean fell into the cycle of his father’s anger when Cas died s12/13....this time he’s being what he/John should have been. And Sam is the one sinking into John’s cycle of anger. Sam’s the one drinking a bit more. He’s quiet, but there’s an anger that’s clearly there. He’s distancing himself from Jack and Cas. Eventually he blows up and admits that he blames Jack and his soullessness. For all they know he hurt her / let her get hurt purposely. Which gets Cas angry and Sam flat out admits that he doesn’t trust Cas’ word. Something feels off to him, and this isn’t the first time Cas has tried to go behind their backs. He has quite the history of it.

This causes Sam, Dean, and Cas to go at it yelling. Jack overhears some and blames himself for ruining everything again. He’s been nothing but trouble for their family. Maybe it would be better if he just left. So he does. This ties us back to Jack being manipulated by Heaven. Dean and Cas are out trying to find him. All ties back in to Jack goes home and finds Sam alone in the bunker. And it’s easy to fall back into the trust Jack has always had with Sam. He’s always had Jack’s back. And he manipulates Jack, telling him that they’ve worked out a spell to bring Mary back. They altered the malak box spell work to harness and focus Jack’s powers. It should be enough. Dean and Cas will be back any minute with Rowena. Jack eagerly believes him and does as he’s told. Jack gets in the box and he stares up at Sam nervous. Sam tells him that there’s nothing to worry about anymore. Cas told them everything. They can fix things now. And Jack looks at him confused, everything? Sam presses that yes, Cas explained how it was an accident. Jack breathes a sigh of relief and then crumbles into tears, how he didn’t mean to. He asked her to stop, but she wouldn’t give him a moment to breathe and then..it was an accident. He didn’t mean to hurt her. And cold as ice Sam goes, I know, and closes the lid. Locking the box.

It’s a while before Dean and Cas make it back. Jack has enough time to completely unravel in his grief, and anger, and realization that Sam lied and tricked him. Everyone keeps manipulating him and lying. Dean and Cas get back and start arguing with Sam. Just like in the show, Jack breaks out and leaves. Sam still goes into it explaining the truth he got from Jack. Cas LIED. He covered up Mary’s death. He’s known the truth all along. Dean refuses to believe Sam. He’s mistaken.

Things roll into Moriah and Jack makes it so no one can lie. And because of that the truth finally comes out of Cas’ mouth. And Dean breaks. He tells Cas that he’s dead to him. Cas leaves to look for Jack on his own. Dean’s fury goes in on Jack. He never should have gotten attached. Jack was always a monster. All of this rolls into Chuck’s return and manipulation. He pushes Dean to kill Jack. And the puzzle pieces click into place for Sam. He realizes how much this is all a game to Chuck. Chuck pulled the strings to make every bad thing that’s happened in his life happen just for his own entertainment: Mom, their childhood, dad’s shitty parenting, Jess, demon deals, demon blood, Dean going to Hell, Ruby, the apocalypse, visions, unanswered prayers, EVERYTHING..... Chuck’s newest episode of entertainment was causing Jack to accidentally kill Mary and have to live with the consequences of losing his only family over it. Sam’s anger goes directly into Chuck.

He needs to get to Dean. Meanwhile Dean finds Cas and Jack in the cemetery. Cas gets between them and tries to talk Dean down. Dean is shaking with fury. He’s never been this mad before. He hated Jack for being born and getting Cas killed, and then he grew to love the kid as family, and he hates him for making him feel this much. He killed his mom, and lied about it. Cas tries to explain that he was trying to protect all of them. He was trying to maintain their family. Dean coldly goes, there’s no family here to maintain. I’m a hunter. Saving people and hunting monsters is the family business, and....I see two monsters in front of me. And he holds the equalizer up, shakily. Jack sends Cas flying so he can approach Dean. He understands what Dean has to do. He accepts it and he’s sorry. Jack gets on his knees and waits. Dean can’t quite do it. He’s trying.

Sam and Chuck get there. Sam starts yelling how Chuck set this whole thing up. Chuck is trying to make Dean do this...for his own entertainment. And everything rolls back into what the actual show did. Dean can’t kill Jack and Sam shoots Chuck. Everything continues to roll similarly as s15 did, but the divorce arc is leaning heavily on Dean is angry about Cas betraying him.

#spn #save #i hope this makes sense because i haven't reread it yet. i'm just seeing these ideas tie together in a painful vision

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redrobin-detective · 3 years

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because I could not stop for death

because I could not stop for death / he kindly stopped for me / the carriage held but just ourselves / and immortality ~ Emily Dickinson

Danny Fenton was dying, properly this time.

Somehow, in the back of his head and in his worst nightmares, he knew it would end this way: bleeding on the floor of his parents’ lab where it had all began. He was so hot he felt like his skin was on fire, blood and ectoplasm were dripping all over him and his lungs and heart were working overtime to try in vain to keep him alive a moment longer. He’d imagined at the time that there would be more screaming but death, in the end, was turning out to be a quiet little affair. A lonely table set for one.

“Danny, Danny come on, you-you gotta slow down your breathing, just relax, for me, please,” Sam moaned, more than making up for his lack of noise. She was shaking and touching him all over, his chest, his face, his hair. Normally she jumped right into action but she had to know, deep down, that there was nothing she could do. All that was left was to watch her panic and cry, it wasn’t his favorite image.

“Vlad!” He heard Tucker scream cry into the phone, “please it’s Tucker, Danny’s dying I think. The Fentons had some new invention, something about his core, please we don’t know what to do!”

Ugh Vlad, he was probably going to be so happy Danny was on his way out. He wasn’t looking much forward to his last images being his archenemy gloating. Tucker hung up and reached down to grasp Danny’s hand so hard it hurt. “Don’t worry dude, Vlad’s coming. He knows so much about you half ghosts that you’ll be fixed up on no time.” Right, Danny was already dead. If calling Vlad, feeling like he did something, helped Tucker move on then he’d deal with it.

Danny tilted his head to the side where Sam’s fingernails were carding through his hair. It was getting harder to see with the blood pouring out of his eyes but he looked at her, and tried to memorize her face. He’d never been able to tell her how much he loved her, that any day spent with her was a blessing. Tucker too, his best bro and a part of his soul. His best friends in the whole wide world, through thick and thin. God, he was going to miss them.

“Glurk,” he said, trying to convey those feeling but the fluids in his mouth and airway made it impossible. “Blerh.”

“Shh shh shh,” Sam soothed, “it’s okay, don’t try to talk.”

“Daniel!” He heard Vlad’s voice shriek as he materialized in front of the portal. Sam and Tucker were violently pushed out the way. Danny wanted to be angry at his loved ones being taken away in his final moments but anger was for the living, he barely had the energy to breathe. This death was too long and too short all at once. He made eye contact with Vlad who all at once lost the frantic edge to his tone and and instead knelt on the floor. “Oh my dear boy. What did they do to you?”

“What is going on?” Sam demanded, shoving her way back in. Danny was glad, he could see again like this. “Why aren’t you doing something!”

“There’s nothing to be done,” Vlad said in a flat, monotone, he picked up one of Danny’s hands and patted it gently. “His core is dying, it’s like a ghost’s heart. It contains their very essence, it is from which everything they are comes from. If Jack and Maddie somehow disrupted it then there’s nothing anyone can do to save him.”

“But he’s human too,” Tucker defended, grabbing Danny’s other hand. His human warm skin burned but the contact felt so good, he twitched his fingers closer to his friend’s. “He-he doesn’t need a core, he’s already got a heart. So, so he doesn’t have powers, we can do normal again.”

“You-” Vlad hissed before taking a calming breath. “The accident that made Daniel like this irreparably altered him. His core was as much a part of keeping him alive as his other organs, without it, his body is shutting down.” Vlad turned down to look Danny in the eye and saw true, genuine grief in those hateful red eyes.

“I cannot imagine the agony you are going through, I’m so sorry. I’d say it will be over soon but,” a hitch that sounded almost like a sob if it was coming from anyone other than Vlad. “But you’ve hovered on the edge of death for years, son, and you’ve always been such a fighter. You have minutes at most but those minutes are an eternity when you’re suffering.”

Sam and Tucker’s sobbing blended together in the background, Vlad was saying something with a miserable, stunned expression. The swirling of the portal in the background seemed louder than anything, louder than his heart beat pounding and pounding as it ran it’s last race.

“Daniel, Danny,” he focused his eyes back on Vlad who had a stubborn, unhappy set to his brow. “Do you want me to make the pain stop? An ectoblast to your chest will end your life instantly.”

“Don’t you dare touch him,” Sam shrieked, coming back into view and looking like she was trying to fight Vlad off. “You do anything to him and I’ll kill you!” Tucker just sat and stared at him, like he too was trying memorize Danny’s face.

“It’s a mercy, Samantha or do you want his last moments on earth to be drowning on the blood in his lungs.”

“Sam, he has a point. I don’t- I don’t think we can fix this.”

“No! No we always fix things, I’ll do it myself if I have to!”

Danny’s vision was starting to go, more black than anything else. He closed his eyes and readied himself for the inevitable.

“Time Out,” Danny opened his eyes and found he was no longer in pain. He was standing up and apart from where he’d previously been lying. Sam had her hands in Vlad’s face and the older hybrid was snarling something at her. Tucker was midmotion trying to stand up, presumably to get Sam but the three of them were frozen in the moment. Danny turned and found Clockwork floating, looking very out of place in his parents lab. “Good evening, Danny.”

“You that short on cash that you work part time as a grim reaper?” Danny quipped out of habit. He looked down at his body and grimaced a bit, that wasn’t a pretty sight. No doubt traumatizing for Tucker and Sam. God how were they going to explain this to his parents? “Gonna ferry me across the River Styx? I don’t have two pennies but I think I have a bloodied $10 on me.”

“You’re core is dying and you have 17 seconds left in this world before all your organs give out and finish the process you began when you turned on your parent’s ghost portal,” Clockwork explained as he changed into child form.

“O-okay,” Danny said shakily, trying to be brave even when he was so, so scared. He was going out whether he wanted it or not but he refused to leave crying. “Nice of you to come say goodbye then but, uh but unless you have something to say then you should let me go back. No one knows better than me that you can’t outrun death. Thanks but I’m uh I’m ready.”

Clockwork stared at him for a bit, not sure how long, time was weird like this but he changed forms a few times. “You’re quite the remarkable young man, Danny Fenton.”

“Uh thanks,” Danny added, once more looking at his body which had, according to Clockwork, a 17 second expiration date. “What’s going to happen? Am I going to become a ghost? Does heaven or hell exist for someone like me?”

“I don’t get to decide what happens, I merely see options,” Clockwork stated easily, taking his time. “If you die naturally you’ll become ghost, a mere shadow of who you are now and one who would fade fairly quickly. You don’t have strong enough anger or regrets to tie you in the real world for long.” Not great but okay he supposed, hell for his friends and family though. “You could let Plasmius deliver his mercy kill, destroying what’s left of your ghost core and ensuring you do not come back.” Better, probably won’t help the Fruitloop’s instability but he can’t save everyone.

“That one comes with it’s own caveat but I’ll get to that in a moment,” Clockwork explained. “There is a third option where you get up off the floor and walk away.” Danny blinked then looked back at his body which certainly wasn’t walking anywhere but into a plush casket. Clockwork opened his hands and the Ghost King’s Crown materialized in his hands. “If you accept your claim to the King’s Cown, it will revitalize your core and your life would be saved.”

Danny blinked.

“By sealing Pariah Dark, you won by proxy and established a legitimate claim to the throne. The Zone has been without a king for millennia, most have forgotten the old rules. Those who remembered were not too keen on a half-ghost child assuming leadership and kept you in the dark. If Plasmius ends your life then your claim transfers over to him, which he is aware of. It had been his plan all along to trick you into defeating Pariah so he could steal the Crown from you at a later date, a much easier opponent.”

Danny’s mind was overloaded with information, he didn’t know what to focus on first. He stared at his 17 seconds from death face and tried to process it all. Crown? Claim? Vlad?

“Of course,” Clockwork tutted, “he didn’t plan on your dying and in such a gruesome fashion. If he kills you and takes your claim, he would spend his remaining years ruling the Ghost Zone in a just, controlled fashion for your memory. He destroys all the stable portals and keeps the ghost and human worlds separate.” Clockwork became and old man and titled his head, “it’s not a bad timeline, all things considered.”

“And if I take it?” Danny asked quietly.

“You’re compassionate, brave and motivated, you have all the makings of a revolutionary king,” Clockwork smiled. “The Zone would experience and unprecedented era of peace, there would be positive interactions between human and ghosts for the first time since life and death split into two. Your name would spoken with reverence for the rest of time.”

“But I don’t want to be king,” Danny frowned.

“I know, I’m sorry,” Clockwork stated. “Which is why I am giving you the choice. If you pass peacefully there will be no one to claim the Crown and life will continue on, ghost attacks and all. If Plasmius kills you, he becomes an effective but unmemorable king. If you take the Crown, you can get the chance to tell Sam and Tucker how much you love them.”

Danny rubbed at his face, he didn’t want to die but he’d be sealing away his entire future with a move like this. He didn’t even know if the Crown would let him go with death, maybe he’d die and be stuck as the Ghost King until his core finally gave out lord in who knows how long. Eternity was an awful long time to carry such a responsibility. He couldn’t bring himself to ask, too afraid of the answer.

“Is there ever a timeline I became an astronaut?” He asked instead. Clockwork hummed, seemingly unsurprised by Danny’s non-sequitur.

“Yes, in one of the few universes where you never walked into the portal. You never go into space what with human politics putting a halt on the programs but you work for NASA. You leave Amity Park at 17 and don’t come back save for your parents’ dual funeral.” He paused and Danny felt read down to his very bones, “from the moment you became half ghost you were always heading for this moment. The circumstances varied but it always came down to you and the Crown. Time is straining to continue, to see how this drama plays out. Will you accept it and all the joy and grief that comes with it?”

Danny looked over at Vlad, still mid-sneer but there was a scared desperation in his face. He and Vlad sniped at each other all the time but Danny didn’t really hate him and he didn’t think Vlad did either. Leaving him alone, plus making him be king was a heavy burden to put on his enemy.

Sam and Tuck probably wouldn’t recover from this, he’d put them through so much already but he just knew that they’d never be the same. Could he do that to them? Take the easy way out and leave them to suffer? Mom and Dad didn’t deserve to come home to a dead son, the truth would come out and they’d never forgive themselves. Jazz certainly wouldn’t, she was 2 states over at University but he could already hear her angry, grief-stricken screams.

Death, death was quiet. It was quiet and merciful and sad, but it was also easy. And Danny Fenton had never once taken the easy route. He reached out and took and the crown before shakily placing it on his head. He gasped, throwing his head back as his core swelled, taking up residence once more right next to his heart. Clockwork smiled, looking like the cat who ate the canary.

“The Crown of Fire, pardon me the Crown changes with each core, the Crown of Ice is now yours as is the Zone. Your reign begins now but so too does the rest of your life. People are waiting for you. Time in.” Danny slammed back into awareness on the floor of his parents’ lab, the floor he’d almost died on twice.

He sat up as cold radiated off his body, causing frost to crawl down his arms and along the floor. Sam, Tucker and Vlad, who’d been frozen up until now, jumped back to life. There was a new, familiar weight on his head that he didn’t dare acknowledge.

He squeezed his eyes shut and said a silent goodbye to a quiet, normal life. It wouldn’t be all bad, he could be happy like this but the Crown still felt like a iron manacle around his neck. But he got used to the ghost powers, he could get used to this too. Maybe one day he won’t look at the stars and say ‘what if?’

“Danny!” Sam shouted, throwing herself into his arms soon followed by Tucker. Their warm weight, their relieved sobs, their shaky breaths in his air, now this was something worth living for. He squeezed them tightly.

“But how dude, you were at death’s door!” Tucker asked, still not letting go.

“You accepted the Crown,” Vlad said evenly, “I wasn’t aware you even knew about your claim. Who told you?”

“You don’t know everything, Vlad,” Danny sighed, sitting himself upright. Ugh his shirt was covered in blood and ectoplasm. He needed to trash these clothes before his parents freaked. And find a way to hide the floating ice crown on his head.

“Even an old man can be surprised every now and again,” Vlad said wearily. He stood up to his full height before startling Danny by dipping down to one knee. “Then allow me to be the first to welcome my new king and wish him well.”

“I thought you wanted this,” Danny questioned.

“I do, I did,” Vlad said, unusually off balance. “To be quite honest, I’m not sure how to feel about it but, right now, I’m just immeasurably happy you’re alive, little badger. Now I best be off, enjoy your kingdom, my liege, I’ll be sure to come bother you some time soon.” Vlad disappeared in a swirl of pink leaving just him, Sam and Tucker still clinging to him.

Danny may have a kingdom, a job he didn’t want and his whole life decided in a spur of the moment choice, but he also had something very important. He squeezed his friends tightly.

“I love you guys, thank you for being my friends even though I have the worst ideas for activities. Dying? On a Sunday night? How lame is that?” Sam laughed, a bit hysterical but it was real and it made Danny feel weightless.

“Don’t do that again, buddy,” Tucker breathed into his shoulder. “So you gonna explain what just happened and why you’re apparently the Ghost King or something?”

“Yeah, yeah I will but let’s get changed first. Mom and Dad will be home soon and I think I’m going to need to have a conversation with them about my new job.”

#danny phantom #i was watching forever phantom and said 'i should kill danny' and then i fucking didn't #im obsessed with ghost king danny as end game #Im not sure this is the route I would want to go but I want him to end up woth tje crown #its bitter sweet bc its a *lifelong (possibly afterlife) commitment that he didnt get a choice in #he will be happy and he will be a good king but it wasnt his choice and he'll always regret it a little #i love clockwork but he's a bit shady and will always work in favor of the timeline #anyway happy fucking sunday bitches #have some homemade angst #also i typed this directly in tumblr and almost hit the power screen on my computer instead of backspace #god was trying to stop me from publishing but i overcame #Only did one quick edit Im too tired to care anymore #lmk if you want it on ao3

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Teenager MC 5: Little Misfortune (HC)

Fandom: Obey Me

Pairing: All x Reader, platonic.

Warning: Contains spoilers from Little Misfortune!

Requested by: Anon

Prompt: I am in love with your teenager MC series for obey me. I wanted to ask if you can make one with everybody where MC gets turn into a cute child, however, she acts like the little girl from the game Little Misfortune. I can’t help but wonder their thoughts and reaction to this. Especially if the MC talks about Mr.Voice. 😂 I hope life is treating you well😊❤️🙏😘🤗

A/N: ANON, I love Little Misfortune! This is such a cute request!! TY for sending this in. ❤️ Life is treating me as usual, but I am hoping 2021 is better! 😊 Hope things are going well with you~.

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Lucifer

His immediate reaction when you called out to him: since when did a child start living in the House of Lamentation?

The Avatar of Pride was alarmed to see a mini version of you. His thought after seeing you: someone is trying to play a prank. MAMMOOON

"Luci, Mr. Voice told me I am going to die today and asked me to play a game. He says if I win, I can get eternal happiness."

Your words didn't sit well with him as he started to question you about this, Mr. Voice. Lucifer assumed that Mr. Voice was a demon attempting to play tricks with your mind.

Has this happened before in Devildom? No. Do strange unexplained things happen in Devildom? YES.

He didn't want to take a chance, especially considering what the disembodied voice said about your death.

"Why exactly do you wish to find eternal happiness? Are you unhappy here?"

"No, I want to find eternal happiness and give it to Luci."

Lucifer found your unexpected response endearing. But, he warned you to ignore Mr. Voice.

While you ran around his study curiously examining everything, Luci worked to find a way to reverse the spell.

In no time, you were back to your teen self.

"Thank you for thinking of me," Lucifer touched your cheek and kissed the top of your head, "but if you find eternal happiness, then you should keep it for yourself. You deserve it."

Mammon

His immediate reaction: one of his witch "friends" was getting back at him for something.

"Mammon, Mr. Voice asked me if I want to play a game with him. What should I do?"

The Avatar of Greed was confused and questioned you about Mr. Voice. Mammon looked around the room and scratched his head. "You didn't eat anything funny, did you?"

Then, you told him about your death and finding eternal happiness. "I want eternal happiness for Mammon...give him all the money in the world!"

Even though you said the magic word money, all Mammon heard was I am going to die today.

He dropped to his knees and embraced you tightly. "I don't want any money if it means losing you."

Mammon was upset. He didn't want to lose you, and he wasn't going to spare the person responsible for doing this to you.

Until he found the person, though, Mammon told you to ignore Mr. Voice.

He stayed with you 24/7 until you got back to normal, and even after that, Mammon made sure that no demon messed with you, especially not Mr. Voice.

Asmo

You entered his room while throwing glitter in the air. "A little sparkle for you, a little sparkle for you, and a little sparkle for me!"

"Sweetie? You look so adorable!" Asmo scooped you in his arms and embraced you close. "But, did someone cast a spell on you?"

Instead of answering his question, you said, "Mr. Voice, don’t say that about Asmo. I like him, his pretty eyes, his hair, his smile, and his clothes."

Asmo looked around confused and asked you who you were talking to. When you explained to him, Asmo wasn't sure how to react, but something told him that Mr. Voice was most likely a demon trying to mess with you.

"Mr. Voice asked me to play a game with him."

Asmo shook his head. "Forget about Mr. Voice and play dress up with me instead!"

While you were busy raid through Asmo's makeup, he contacted Solomon and told him about the situation.

"Btw, Solomon, no need to rush. Sweetie looks so cute, and I want to spend more time with her mini version."

Satan

His immediate reaction: how adorable.

Satan thought that you touched a cursed spell book and got turned into a child.

He doesn't think much of it until you mentioned Mr. Voice and said, "Mr. Voice says I shouldn't trust you. You may get angry and hurt me."

Satan was upset, but he asked you about Mr. Voice. Not wasting any time, the Avatar of Wrath threatened Mr. Voice and asked him to leave you alone.

He now thought that a demon was trying to play tricks on you.

While you read one of his picture books, he tried to find a spell to cure you.

Once you are back to normal, he asked, "Are you scared of me? You know I won't hurt you, right?"

After you leave, Satan went on a hunt for Mr. Voice. Let's just say that Morgo is not going to bother anyone again, especially not you.

Levi

His immediate reaction: you look cute, but... first we had to take care of a teen, and now we have to take care of a child. Could the universe make things any harder? Yes, of course, it can.

Levi sat you in a spare chair and let you watch him play video games, but then he heard you talking to Mr. Voice.

"Mr. Voice?" Levi thought that name sounded familiar, and when you told him in detail, he had a déjà vu moment.

"EH? You can hear a voice that is trying to tell you to play a game for eternal happiness? Don't tell me that he also said you were going to die today!"

"Levi, how did you know? Can you read my mind? Yikes forever!"

Great, the universe wanted to make things even harder for him. Now he will have to leave his room and be your Benjamin. Maybe he should wear his fox onesie while he's at it.

So, a fox-onesie-clad Levi ended up rescuing you from Morgo's clutch and found a way to get you back to normal.

Beel

Beel thought you were the cutest being in the universe, and he immediately put you on his shoulders, carrying you around everywhere.

He took you out for food and all sorts of desserts, but then you mentioned Morgo. "Beel, Mr. Voice says that eating this much is bad for me. You are a bad influence."

He was far from happy hearing this. How could anyone say that eating was bad for you? How dare someone say that eating is bad!

After getting you back home safely and leaving you under Lucifer’s care, the Avatar of Gluttony went on a hunt to find Mr. Voice.

And when he did, Beel nearly ate Morgo whole.

Moral of the story: don’t tell the...THE Avatar of Gluttony that eating is bad.

Belphie

Huh? Mr. Voice? Eternal happiness? What is she talking about?

Belphie didn't react as his mind was occupied with something else: small child + needing to sleep + Belphie nap time = cuddle partner. So, instead of working about Mr. Voice, Belphie asked you to take a nap with him.

"Belphie, Mr. Voice won't let me sleep..."

"Ignore him and only pay attention to me." He even hummed you a tune to get you to fall asleep.

By the time nap time was over, you were back to your original self.

Belphie asked if you could still hear Mr. Voice. If you could, he knew he was going to have to do something.

"Who is Mr. Voice?"

The Avatar of Sloth chuckled, "You need to sleep more. Sleep makes everything better."

Diavolo

He has no idea how a human child managed to enter Devildom. Only when he paid close attention to your face did he realize who you were.

Diavolo found you to be irresistibly adorable. He was all smiles until you suddenly said, "But Mr. Voice, I like Diavolo! He's not a bad guy."

The King of Demons was baffled until you told him about Mr. Voice's game.

"How about I join you? We can go on an adventure together." He joined in the hunt for eternal happiness without any worries in the world.

"Mr. Voice, are you curious about him? Diav is my friend! He is also the King of Demons and the ruler of Devildom."

Diavolo smiled and remained silent.

"Huh? Mr. Voice? Where did you go? Mr. Voice?"

Diavolo laughed, finding this amusing. Once the two of you returned to the castle, he asked Barbatos to watch over you.

The King of Demons appeared behind Morgo and chuckled menacingly, "So, you were trying to take her soul, huh?"

That day Morgo realized the meaning of true fear.

Barbatos

He was stunned to see you as a child but found your mini version to be cute.

"Barb, are you making dessert? Can I have some?"

While the demon butler prepared your dessert, he heard you talking to yourself. Your actions don't alarm him as kids are known to have imaginary friends.

"Mr. Voice, am I really going to die today?"

That line was enough to alert Barbatos. After making the dessert and watching you eat it, he found a way to get you back to normal.

He pressed you about Mr. Voice, but you told him that you didn't know anyone by the name of Mr. Voice.

When Barbatos researched Morgo, he found something very amusing. "A demon posing as the devil? How interesting..."

Simeon

His immediate reaction: My god, you look precious.

Simeon couldn't get enough of your mini version, but something bothered him. It almost left like there was a dark presence around you. Was someone trying to harm you?

"Oh really? But, Mr. Voice, I like angels, especially Simeon!"

"Mr. Voice?" Hearing you say that made Simeon feel even more uneasy. When he learned about the disembodied voice, Simeon turned on his guardian angel mode.

He held your hands and prayed to the heavens, asking the heavenly powers to protect you.

Before Morgo vanished, he appeared behind you, catching Simeon off guard.

After asking Solomon to help lift the curse and making sure that you were back to normal, Simeon went to talk to Diavolo and Lucifer.

The King of Demons and Luci were supposed to protect you, especially from demons. Let's just say that both Diav and Luci were speechless after getting lectured by Simeon.

Luke

Luke panicked when he saw you, but at the same time, he was secretly happy that there was someone shorter than him.

He started acting like your big brother and became your personal bodyguard; he took you everywhere he went and made sure to hold onto your hand.

When you told him about Mr. Voice, the angel immediately informed Simeon about it.

While the older angel worked with Solomon to figure out the mystery of Morgo while you bonded with Luke.

When Solomon and Simeon returned, they found you and Luke cuddled on the couch fast asleep. You with your head on his shoulder while his head rested on top of yours.

"Why don't we let her stay this way for a little while longer?" Simeon smiled.

Solomon

As soon as you appeared in front of Solomon, he knew he had to find a cure. But the sorcerer was curious about the curse inflicted on you.

How did you get this curse and who is responsible? Also, why are you shrouded in darkness?

He didn't waste any time and started looking for a way to lift the spell, but he was distracted by your tiny version. Your fun-size self + throwing sparkles everywhere + twirling around = too cute to resist.

Oh, he was going to have fun teasing you about this when you get back to your teen self.

Then, he heard you talking to Mr. Voice and figured that a demon was trying to trick you.

"A demon that can trick people and lure them? I wonder if the demon would make a pact with me." Cause 72 demons just isn’t enough.

After getting you back to your teen self, Solomon thought his job for the day was done. Then, he looked around his room - his glitter-covered room.

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