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Ok I can see why Alabaster fans give him long hair. This slaps.
#also I’m really proud of his expression#he’s so done#oh my pretentious boy#go take a nap#alabaster torrington#alabaster c torrington#son of magic
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MAHTIN
MAHHHHHTIIIIIINNNN
OH GOOD GOD THERE'S THREE VOICES IT'S JON MARTIN AND JONAH WE WERE RIGHT WE ALL KNEW IT
#NORRIS MY BELOVED#JONAH IS AUGUSTUS I'M CALLING IT IT'S BECUASE HE'S A PRETENTIOUS BASTARD#oh my god i'm shaking i'm so excited the boys are back#this is somewhere else they were transported to the computers#or maybe it's just using their voices#don't ask me what “it” is i don't know#oh god are they going to try and communicate through the computers i physically cannot wait#screaming crying throwing up#they're stuck in windows NT 4.0#sergey ushanka finally has friends#someone help them#my god i didn't think i'd hear their voices so soon i was not prepared#tmagp#tmagp spoilers#the magnus protocol#the magnus archives#tma
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So I just finished The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson and was looking up some other people's reviews and analysis to bounce my ideas off of and I found these two. Random fuckening dudes. With such gems as:
• "Shirley Jackson is an okay writer" and the opening paragraph is "not bad"
• There is SOME good writing in the book
• The end fizzles out, as all Shirley Jackson's work does
• There's too much unnecessary content, like the characters talking to each other
• Eleanor came there to disguise herself and kills herself when she's found out
• Eleanor finds something about herself is so unappealing that she kills herself so she can be special
• "The ending needed to be executed better"
• "Why is she afraid at the end??"
HELLO?? DID YOU TWO READ THE BOOK? DID YOU COMPLETE 10TH GRADE ENGLISH?? ARE YOU BOYS FUCKING KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW?
#ro talks#shirley jackson#eleanor vance#the haunting of hill house#the ego of these two uninspired men sitting and jerking themselves off about how they could do a better job than miss jackson#like oh my god did you actually read the book???#theyre waxing philosophical now about how the book is about the need to create art#BOYS ITS ABOUT A WOMANS DESCENT INTO MADNESS BC SHE IS ALONE AND HAS ALWAYS BEEN ALONE#ITS A CHARACTER STUDY OF ELEANOR AND THE HOUSE#HOPE THIS HELPS DIPSHITS#i actually cant handle how theyre lambasting mrs montague for being pretentious and thinking she knows everything#while they are doing exactly that#OH MY GOD???#“if you liked this novel#i think you will like the shining!“#tell me you didnt understand the fucking book without telling me
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I think reading classic literature is so much more fun when you make all the characters your blorbo and do silly things with them
#my ramblings#the moment i realized this the gears in my brain started moving and now i can draw them the same way i draw bond characters#now i can share my special interest without fearing about being seen as a pretentious arse and have fun with it#not to say it makes people pretentious to like classic lit but oh boy. i've seen some weirdos on the net#anyways after i get this request done you all are going to see dorian gray art and maybeee the count of monte cristo
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//been going back and forth on whether or not i'd want to share this b/c this isn't relevant like... at all... but anyway i've been playing around a lot with carrd lately and decided to see if i can make a carrd completely from scratch without relying on a template now that i've gotten more familiar with it
so anyway under the cut is a screencap of some of my adventures with carrd, using two oc's i've considered making a blog for someday but i don't know if i actually will LMAO. this is just practice, mainly
#❝ ain't no jesus here‚ billy boy ❞ 「 ooc 」#//the picrews here are placeholders since this is mainly just to practice#//but anyway..... man this is fun actually#//inspired by a template i saw that had a duo blog set up like this#//i thought that was cool as fuck so i wanted to recreate it on my own#//edit: oh yeah the theme for this duo blog would be 'art vs artist'#//but the 'art' is a whole ass person and the 'artist' is a pretentious dickhead with a god complex
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🎶period accurate spotify playlists, part 2
this time it's all about the marauders era girls! these are just my headcanons for what i think their spotify playlists might have looked like back in the 70s <333
i am fully expecting people to disagree with these playlists, but i put a lot of research into them, especially marlene and dorcas' playlists, since it's highly unlikely anyone will be familiar with those genres, but if you do give it a listen, i do hope you'll enjoy the discovery of some music from off the beaten path (like i did)
if you listen to any of these playlists, i'd love to hear your thoughts and your headcanons xx
lily: folk rock, mainly but with some track leaning more pop than rock. a lot of slower music, music that you'd listen to while reading with a cup of tea. i didn't do this on purpose but lily's playlist is a perfect bridge between the faster, more upbeat rock from james' playlist and the slower, melodic pop from regulus'. if you listen to all three, you'll notice an overlap in songs and artists with both boys' playlists. genuinely a complete coincidence.
mary: disco! dancing! good vibes! i think mary can be serious when she wants, but when it comes to music she just wants to dance, and let loose, and have a good time. not a tear nor melancholy note to be found in the whole playlist. remus and sirius think that they have the best taste in music, but when it comes to dj'ing a marauders party, everyone wants mary in control.
marlene: female-fronted uk rock, hazel o'connor and devil's dykes. this was a hard one because i found most of the songs i wanted on another website (specifically regrouping this genre) and then when i went to spotify 3/4 of it wasn't there. ah well. not many of the female-fronted bands from the 70s made it super big, but i think marlene would like that. out of all of them, she would go to underground shows the most, and she'd constantly be on the lookout for gigs and new groups. she supports local and she supports women, and i absolutely love that for her.
dorcas: avant-garde jazz, alice coltrane and yusef lateef. dorcas is an art hoe, and she is alternative as hell. i see her being really into jazz, but not for easy listening, no no, she likes jazz that sets her on edge, that she can disect, that makes her think. this playlist is a selection of some truly impressive jazz numbers that you've probably never heard of. best enjoyed with some whiskey on the rocks.
#oh my god i sound so pretentious i'm sorry#i spent way too much time on this#but it was so much fun i discovered so many new songs#also you'll notice a suspicious absence of abba and that is because i do not care for abba it just is what it is i'm sorry#and yeah fully don't expect these to be as popular as the boys' because i got reallll specific with these headcanons lol#music recs#lily evans#mary macdonald#marlene mckinnon#dorcas meadowes#marauders#Spotify
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sometimes looking thru character playlists on spotify is clicking on the most popular one, getting unbelievably angry, and then closing the tab
#I JUST SAW RED AND QUICKLY CLOSED OUT OF IT BEFORE I LOST IT#286 likes....... oh my god.........#MAYBE THIS IS ME BEING PRETENTIOUS AND GATEKEEPY BUT. GOOD LOOOOORD#boy why do u have bo burnham and melanie martinez on a punk metalheads playlist im gonna fucking kill you
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fyolai nation none of you are ready for the absolute brilliance of a video im working on
#fyolai#dostogogol#fyogol#boy oh boy#im gonna let my pretentious former art student soul show#my good old 16 year old boy ego#bsd
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Not my usual type of post but I just need to say it somewhere;
I just finished reading Alex, Approximately by Jenn Bennett and like. First off I have a new favorite book. Second, HOLY CRAP CAN I PLEASE HAVE A PORTER. LIKE PLEASE THIS BOOK WAS SO GOOD AND THE CHARACTERS WERE SO WELL WRITTEN AND THEY DIDN’T HAVE ANY MISUNDERSTANDINGS THAT COULD’VE BEEN EASILY RESOLVED BECAUSE THEY MOSTLY JUST TALK IT OUT LIKE NORMAL PEOPLE EXCEPT FOR THE REVEAL BUT YOU EVEN END UP SIDING WITH PORTER BECAUSE COME ON AND LIKE IT WAS ALL VERY WEIRDLY REALISTIC AND OHHHHH MY GOSH IT WAS JUST SO GOOD
ALSO THE MAILBOX SCENE. THE MAILBOX SCENE. PEOPLE THINK I CARE ABOUT THE SEX SCENES NO THE MAILBOX SCENE I AM NOT OKAY
Anyway yeah, highly recommend, good book
#I am going to be thinking about this book all hours of the day for the next several weeks oh lord#The scene at the end with Davy actually made me panic#They were a little too pompous and pretentious about film but like I’ll let it go#Bro I’m telling you though this woman knows how to write guys like no one else#So yeah this book is my new obsession#I cannot stop thinking about it seriously#Hoo boy#Also I know I’m way behind the times ‘cause this book came out years ago but shut up ok?#Also there was this one line towards the end where Porter calls Bailey a ‘dame’#And I laughed but then I was like ‘oh no I read that in my friend’s voice’#Which sucked because by that point I was already in love with Porter whoops#Anyway that’s personal problems for you#I’m so glad Barnes and Noble was randomly pushing this book#Alex Approximately#Jenn Bennett#Books#YA books#Romance books#Romcom books#Literature#YA literature#You’ve Got Mail#Personal#Mine
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yeah I know everybody is "going through something" but your thing isn't completely beyond yourself in a cosmically altering way that wholly changes you in a way nobody could have possibly seen coming the same way my thing is
#oh boy I can't wait until I come out of this crisis and have the confidence to talk about it#irls there is no way you can mentally prepare yourself for the person I will become#I'm not even exaggerating about this#I took a step back and was reflecting and my first reaction was “of all people... *ME*???”#once again I will iterate that I will not be talking to anyone about this until the time is right#btw this isn't me trying to be pretentious this is me not feeling comfortable enough about and feeling a looming sense of fear#I wish I could share whats happening with the people I love but you need to understand that everyone is afraid of judgement#and this may change the way a lot of people see me
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Michael Rosenbaum: It's just not... realistic.
well good luck enjoying the rest of the show! 'cause i don't think you're going to have a fun time tbh!!!!
#sv talk#tbh listening to him talk makes me glad he's never been my favourite lex luthor#but boy oh boy he's clearly gonna hate the vampire!lana ep anyway#'not fucking realistic' why on earth do you like horror that much then???#yeah i am being bitchy! i'd rather someone else host the show besides him tbh. like the tom/michael banter is good but god. he's pretentiou
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Edit: thank you @tetranationaltortoise for pointing out that the Red Spot is on Jupiter instead of Saturn! Fixed it! You’re not nickpicking, you’re providing very appreciated constructive criticism (and a basic fact check I should have done lol) <3
Danny, as usual, hadn’t meant to become the local cryptid. Local being extremely relative, as his locality in this instance is… space.
He just wanted to have some relaxation time. He just wanted to do some homework, chill on Mars or something, and then call it a day.
This hero business was taxing and Danny took his breaks when he could. Take that, work-life balance! Just kidding, Danny had no work-life balance. His life is a mess and he's overworked.
What was it that Superman had said in that one interview?
“Evil never sleeps."
Apparently, that also meant Danny never slept either.
“Hrk!” Danny snorted awake, looking around wildly at the vast expanse of space to see what woke him.
….
Yeah, that’ll do it.
In front of him, merrily floating through space, is the battered remains of what used to be an asteroid and a mecha that’s a weird combination of Gotham’s vigilante hero, Batman, and Metropolis’ Golden Boy, Superman.
The vibrations of the collision had shaken Danny awake.
Danny got up, baffled as hell and half asleep still. He floated to the giant Bat insignia tumbling around, inching closer as he saw the- oh hell, that’s so cool, it’s a plane!- cockpit and the passed out hero inside of it. Danny clicked his tongue, the sound swallowed by the lack of air.
He shoved the plane closer to earth, passing it to a bewildered (and both beat up and stressed out) Superman, who did a double take at the glowing green boy chucking him the Toy-maker Batplane.
Danny had waved, blinked out of visibility, and had gone back to his nap.
After phasing inside the plane and nabbing a batarang from Batman’s pouch, that is. Danny will consider it payment for the clean up service he’d unwittingly signed himself up for.
And so went the first encounter.
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The second time he met the so called Big Leagues, Danny had just come back from fighting Dan. He wanted a break, dammit, and if staring at Saturn’s gorgeous rings and gaseous formations helped him sleep better, then that’s what’s going to happen.
Then, a similarly green glowing Green Lantern “landed” to where he was floating curled up. Danny knew about Lanterns. Their council often tried to meddle in his court.
“Hello,” the Ring projected its Lantern’s words to Danny’s head. Danny tilted his head without looking at the Lantern. “I’m John Stewart. What are you doing out here, kid?”
Danny thought this guy had a nice, soothing voice. Powerful, as Latern tended to be, but infinitely kind.
Danny decided that this one wasn’t immediately on his shit list.
“Phantom.” He said, and the Lantern asked him to repeat it as the glow of his ring enveloped the halfa.
“Phantom. Are you lost, Phantom?”
“No, just dead.”
John Stewart paused. “…Dead?”
“I’m a ghost,” Danny raised his hands and phased it through the Lantern’s arm.
“Ah,” the man said, flustered. “Right. So… you’re just…”
“Hanging out.” As he talked to the Lantern, Danny had a rather amusing idea. He rotated himself- turned- towards Jupiter and pointed to the Red Spot. “That’s actually my grave.”
John Stewart paused. “I’m sorry…?”
“My grave. Don’t disturb it. It’s rude,” Danny lied through his sharp ghost teeth. “Your council disturbed my grave the last time they stopped by and it took ages to get it back right.”
The green Lantern shield enveloping Danny flickered as John Stewart went through the five stages of grief. To be fair, the council had last visited this solar system... a couple thousand years ago, so John was no doubt rapidly doing some mental math regarding Danny's age.
“The council disturbed your grave…?”
“Not that they knew it, those pretentious weirdos.” Danny pretended to be offended, just to see the struggle on John’s face as he debated defending the council or telling a dead child their grave didn’t matter. Because Stewart was a hero, he went with the latter.
“I see. I am sorry, on their behalf.”
“Eh, whatever. Just make sure they don’t do it again. So… what can that ring do?”
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"Hi. Could you not litter in space, please?"
Wonder Woman whirled around, sword out and pointed at Danny.
"A... child? Who are you, child?"
"I'm not a child-! You know what, it doesn't even matter. See that?" Danny waved at the pieces of shattered meteor and smashed up alien tech floating outside of the watch tower. "Littering is not cool."
"How did you get in here?"
"I'm Phantom. This is kind of my neighborhood." Danny let his mouth run, sleep deprived and exhausted. "I'm dead, that's how I got in here. Could you not litter in my backyard, please?"
He had better things to do than cleaning after full grown adult heroes.
"Oh, you are the ghost child Lantern mentioned! I see! My apologies, the clean up will be starting in a bit." Wonder Woman slid her sword back into its sheath.
"Great. Nice meeting you. I'll stick around to make sure you young whipper snappers clean up properly."
With that, Danny sunk into the floor. After a moment's deliberation, he decided to take a nap in the floor vent.
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"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Danny jolted awake once more. Ancients, like mentor, like mentee. Robin stared at him, awkwardly wriggling through the floor vents.
"I'm taking a nap here," Danny grumbled. "What are you doing in the vents?"
"Me? What are you doing in the vents? I'm allowed in here!"
"Wonder Woman knows I'm here," Danny replied. She knows... probably? "I'm Phantom."
"Robin."
"So... what are you doing?"
"Knowledge is power," Robin intoned, clearly imitating the Bat.
Danny stared.
"... You're stalking the JL?"
"Information gathering!"
"Stalking," Danny concluded, ignoring Robin's grumble. "Yeah, okay. If you need help, let me know, I guess."
"I don't need help." Robin paused, tilting his head to the side like a particularly curious bird. "Unless you're up for some pranks? Green Lantern's been getting on my nerves lately."
Danny frowned at him. "I like John Stewart."
"You've met- no, not him, the other one."
"Oh. What do I get out of it?"
Robin reached into his belt pouch and pulled out... a bag of marshmallows? How the hell did that-? Ah, right, hammerspace.
"Oh, wait, can you eat this?"
"I'm dead, not tasteless. I love marshmallows, hand it over. I'll help out."
"Deal."
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"I swear to god, Spooky, there's something in the walls. It's even creepier than you!"
Batman grunted. He'd stop Robin if he went too far and it started affecting Lantern's abilities on the field, but as far as the Dark Knight was concerned, the Green Lantern had it coming. Robins were vindictive on a good day. If Hal hadn't learned that from Dick, then Jason's retaliation was well deserved.
"Oh, maybe it's the ghost!" Hal said, looking around with his ring glowing.
"I thought John said he was a godling?" Diana polished her sword as she looked on in amusement.
"The boy." Batman grunted. "Not human, his pointed ears and green skin is proof of that. Did J'onn say anything?"
"Not yet."
"Whatever he is, he saved Batman. He's welcome in the Tower," Superman tilted back as his hearing picked up on Robin's and Phantom's snickering.
#batman#danny phantom#bruce wayne#jason todd#nightwing#the justice league#hal jordan#john stewart#green lantern#wonder woman#diana of themyscira#diana prince#clark kent#superman
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Nicknames Soul Eaters Boys call their S/O
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Soul “Eater” Evans
sweetheart
he says this extremely sarcastically, especially during training
“C’mon sweetheart, is that all you got? I saw you lift twice as much yesterday.”
doll
often uses it in a more formal setting or when he’s trying to tease
“What’s the matter doll? Cat got your tongue?”
He’s a little menace but he’s our menace <3
babe
most common out of the three
you name DOES NOT exist to this man
no name, no nickname, nothing
“Babe can I borrow your notes. Babe where do you wanna go later? BABE”
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Black Star
n/n or another variation of you name
doesn’t really use pet names much (sorry babes)
why words words on pet names? he’s way too blunt and if he’s feeling something he’ll just say it, not waste time on fancy words or pet names
(that’s what he tells himself being fr he’s not creative enough as much as I love him)
babe
mostly used around friends (this dumbass thinks he’s being smug)
“hey babe wasn’t going out yesterday awesome? I mean since we’re so inlove and everything.”
the little shit would make your relationship EVERYONE ELSE’S problem (no one is safe 😭)
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Death the Kid
Darling
this pretentious hipster
is fairly consistent with the pet names he uses but darling is his favorite
“Darling can you please pass me that book there?”
“Are you alright darling?”
my dear
uses this one without realizing it most of the time
will be chilling in the library studying and will half-consciously call for you
“are you almost done?”
“just a few minutes more my dear, then we can go”
you chuckled, “what did you call me”
“what do you mean, what did I call you?”
love
Kid is a romantic at heart, very classy as well
he would stare into your eyes and call you love
“my love you have no clue how much I love you.”
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Crona Gorgon
honey
you would call him honey bunny as a joke and he loved it so he started calling you honey
would always have the cutest blush in his face when he said it too
“o-oh thank you honey :)” (cutie patootie 💋)
dear
would definitely take him a while to start calling this, but when he does 🤌💋
“are you alright if we stay a little longer dear? It’s been a while since we’ve seen the others”
being fr this poor soul would be TERRIFIED to call you something other than your name or a variation for A WHILE
his brains running six times the speed 🏃🏼
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Professor Stein
this sadistic mf
i pray for anyone dating this man
but we can be delulu for a few
dove
would absolutely call you dove or some other kind of bird
reminds him of how he protects you like your a delicate bird (and he likes experimenting on birds if yk what i mean 😏)
angel
TELL ME HE WOULDN’T
ngl he only calls you angel when he’s horny asf in a good mood
“hey angel, can you come here for a bit?”
NONE OF YOUR HOLES ARE SAFE RIP
honey
only time your safe if when he calls you honey
mostly calls you this when you’re having a bad day
BUT HE STILL MANAGES TO SOUND SARCASTIC ASF
this is a warning, this man will accidentally hurt your feelings 24/7
“You doing alright there honey? You want to talk about it?”
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Kilik Rung
fuck not being allowed to have favorites I LOVE THIS BITCH
only fully green flag in the show i stg (except Marie ofc)
lovebug
he will call you every single pet name he can come up with, but love bug is his favorite
neither of you know how it started but you’re not complaining
“You’re too sweet for me lovebug” <33
sweets
ya see what i did there? ofc he combines his two favorite things: you and those damn candy bars
“This class is so boring, right sweets?”
will calls you sweets often to express thanks kinda like a “thanks toots”
getting more into that
toots
he thinks he’s funny (and he is)
will say this very ironically and usually infront of friends to make everyone laugh
the only slightly annoying quality abt Kilik is his inability to take anything other than combat seriously
“hey toots, how’s it goin’?”
hon
I SWEAR THIS IS THE LAST ONE!
but you cannot tell me this man is not from New Orleans or some other adjacent
and the hon with the southern-ish accent
being so fr he will call you hon all the time and it will fluster tf out of you (he’s smug abt it, just a little 🤏
“You look nice, who are you all dressed up for hun?”
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woo hoo first post!
anyways hope y’all are doing great
any comments, questions, requests or concerns feel free to DM me!
-Melodrangea <3
#soul eater#soul eater x reader#black star x reader#anime#stein x reader#death the kid x reader#kid x reader#soul x reader#kilik rung#kilik x reader#crona soul eater#crona gorgon#crona x reader#soul eater black star#x reader#y/n
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Could you do Dom reader edging and degrading vox because she discovered what he did to sir pentious?(when vox told sir pentious to go kill himself)
Thank you and have An amazing day <3
a/n — I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM. I have mean things to say.
warnings — dom reader, sub vox, reader gets like.. actually cruel, kind of edging, small use of mommy
summary — Vox finally gets a punishment for being the fucking worst to literally everyone (in this case sir pentious)
“Your one terrible piece of shit, you know that Vox?” You ride his dick with an intense overwhelming speed, making Vox cry out below you.
“Wait, fffuck! Slow down, god,” Vox whines and squirms from underneath you.
“Aw, can you not handle it? Can you not handle this one thing?” Your words are fake-sweet and laced with venom, “Y’know there are two words for people like you.”
“Oh come on—“ Vox tugs against the ropes around his hands but is cut off with a yelp when you slam your pussy onto his dick. He moans loudly.
“It’s on the tip of my tongue, ever since you used the phrase so eloquently earlier,” you explain further, once again with the insincere tone. He winces for impact, expecting a harsh blow from your words.
But it’s hard to prepare himself when you’re rocking against his cock so rough.
”Oh that’s right! I know what you are,” You say, kind voice dropping and grimacing down at him, “Vox, you’re a miserable failure.”
He cries loudly at your words, expecting them to only get meaner from here. “I wasn’t even that bad, y/n, wait—“
“Oh you weren’t that bad? What makes you think you can act like that?” He tried to shut his eyes and lean his head back into the pillow but up grab that corner of his screen aggressively, “Look at me when i’m talking to you, slut.”
He obeys glumly, biting his lip to hold back from letting out needy whines. How could you be so put together when you were slamming onto his dick so hard. He remember your words from the beginning of the session, though; ‘be a good boy and don’t cum until I tell you to. Maybe then i’ll be nicer.’
He’d laughed it off at first, but there was nothing but mocking distain in your eyes that shot right to his heart, and to his dick.
“You’re such a pretentious asshole. And you wonder why you’re hated. You make me sick. You think you can treat people like that because you’re so insecure you need constant higher ground? That’s fucking pathetic,” you hiss down at him.
He frowns and whimpers desperately, beginning to glitch out and release a high buzzing noise from his head.
“No, no, no, ‘m not!” He tries to sit up slightly, not only held down by the restraints around his wrists but forced back when you harshly shove his chest into the mattress.
“Whores only speak when they’re told they can. I hate to break it you, but you don’t have the higher ground here. I know just how pathetic, and useless, and desperate for validation you are,” You growl, “It’s fucking embarrassing.”
This makes tears prick in the corner of his eyes and he shakes his head vigorously.
“Oh, sweetheart, you’re not denying it are you? Because that would make you useless and a liar. You wouldn’t want that, would you?” He shakes his head and whines loudly, “No? Oh, then you should probably act like less of a brat, you dumb slut.”
Now, the tears finally started falling across his stream and he moans, choking on his own sobs and buffering noises, “Please, i’m sorry. I’m sorry! I’ll be nice I swear. Please stop being so mean I need—“
“I need for you to stop bitching and take what you deserve, just like the bitch you are,” You hump his dick with excruciating rhythm, “And now you’re a crybaby too, and that’s not a good look.”
He gives up trying to defend himself and cries quietly, “I wanna—bzzz—be your good boy. I’ll do anything, mommy, please!”
“Aw, there’s nothing you can do, baby. Nothing you can do when you’re such a shitbag by nature.” You remark cruelly, “Aren’t you a shitbag?”
He nods dumbly and whines, “Mommy, ‘m sorry. ‘m sorry, i’ll be better. Please be nice to me, I can’t—“
This time you don’t have to shut him up because he cuts himself off why buffering and sending a shock up both of your bodies.
“Don’t get carried away now, Vox. We wouldn’t want you hurting anyone else.”
a/n — Anyways and then you had to kiss it better after hours of degrading him because he was still crying after you guys were finished.
#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel x you#inbox open#hazbin hotel smut#vox x reader#dom reader#vox smut#vox x you#sub vox
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When You Escape Him; Ignihyde
Summary: Yandere Idia x gn!reader. He adopts a child that looks like the two of you. You run to give you both a chance at life. You never expected him to find you.
A/N: okay, here's the thing. I know technically Ortho is one of the first year crew now, and thus, he is technically as old as we are. However, in my head he has been ten years old for so long that it's hard for me to see him that way. I tried to think of a way this could work platonically, and I came up with nothing for this prompt. So no Ortho for this one. Sorry friends 🤷🏼♀️ also, I know this is not an 18+ blog, so some of you are minors, in which case, I am not judging you for liking Ortho, if that is the case. I'm just saying it's a no for me.
CW: tranquilizer darts, minor character death, yandere stuff
Other Parts: Heartslaybul Savannaclaw Octavinelle Scarabia Pomefiore Diasomnia Non NRC Staff
Three years into your relationship, he had come home and placed a baby in your arms.
"They were left in a box, all alone. And, well, he looks like if the two of us had a child," he sheepishly stared at the ground. "I just, I just figured it must be a gift from the seven."
You knew what he was trying to do. He was trying to tie himself to you through this boy. He looked just like him, and you were disgusted and scared.
Until he opened his eyes for the first time, and you found yourself staring into your own.
And you knew. You had to give this child the opportunity for a better life. A life without him.
In the end, your son did the opposite of what he had intended. And the first moment you could, the two of you had escaped.
You couldn't help but be…. suspicious. Idia had only grown smarter, and more creative over the years, which made you wonder…did Idia build your son? Flaming blue hair wasn't common.
But he aged normally. So he couldn't be an Idia creation. So maybe it really was a coincidence?
Not something you could worry about right now as the two of you hid from S.T.Y.X robots.
The fact that you'd made it a year was pretty good, if you were being honest. You didn't have clearance to leave the Isle of Woe, but a scorned ex employee of Idia’s had let you stay hidden in his home. He didn't even make you pay rent because, in his words, keeping that pretentious bastard's favorite things away from him was payment enough. Aside from that little spiel, he was a sweet guy. Which is probably why he was fired.
But someone must have ratted you both out. You'd heard a shot downstairs, followed by his pained groan. A groan that was only as loud as it was for the sole purpose of alerting someone hiding upstairs.
You were hiding under the bed, with your son. The man had lined the beds with materials the S.T.Y.X bots couldn't scan through. You didn't have much faith though. Not that you had a plan if you did manage to hide from the bots. Either way, this was probably game over for you.
But you'd rather game over didn't come from Idia.
You stayed quiet under the bed, as you heard the bots start wrecking rooms. One particularly loud crash woke the baby. You hurriedly rushed to calm him, but he started crying. You couldn't blame a kid for being a kid.
Bots rushed to your room, and threw the bed you were hiding under across the room. They all pointed their tranquilizers at you, as one of the bots stomachs displayed Idia’s visage.
“I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry, please come home,” he cried. You didn't even know how to respond to that. You would have thought he'd be angry, but that would have been out of character for him.
“I know, I'm the absolute worst, but I'll be better for you! Please don't keep my son from me!”
Bargaining. Nice.
“I'll let you go outside for an hour a day. I'll buy you whatever you want. Please, please,please, please, please.”
“Oh my God! Idia! What I want is fucking freedom!” You snapped as you continued to try and calm the boy.
“I…I can't…”
“Yes you can!”
“I need you!”
“Well I don't want you!”
His eyes widened for a moment, completely taken aback. Then they narrowed, as he bit his lip in disdain.
“Fine.”
One of the bots hit you with a tranquilizer dart. You cried out, but were quickly distracted from the pain as a bot took your son from your quickly numbing arms.
“No,” you groaned, reaching out as quickly as your body would let you, which was not very fast.
Your eyesight was darkening as the bots began to leave the room, leaving you alone with the bot projecting Idia.
“If you change your mind, you know where to find me.”
Your vision faded as you were left alone in the room, a single tear rolling down your cheek.
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Hi! Shortcake here, i j wanted 2 request a rodrick x sweet reader, the kinda girl that rlly enjoys pink and skirts and things like that. Ty, have a nice day! <3
First of all, love the nickname..second thanks for the request. I hope you like this.
"Rodrick, don't blink."
"Because you are literally poking my eyes with your finger," Rodrick argued. He had agreed to let Y/n do his makeup today. He was amazed at the amount of makeup she had and was just ready to be her guinea pig.
"I'm being very gentle Rodrick, if you could just stay still then my fingers won't poke you."
He melted at her sweet voice. His eyes fluttered at her gentle touch. They were so different yet they were made for each other. He smirked as an idea crossed his mind. "You wanna use glitter next?"
Y/n gasped "Would you let me?"
Rodrick just wanted to smush her cheeks and kiss all over her face. She looked extra cute today in her all-pink attire and a matching hairband. "Of course, I would." He took out the glitter pouch from her hot pink makeup kit and handed it to her.
Rodrick couldn't help but love her more as she giggled and started applying glitter to his cheeks.
She gasped "Oh my gosh Rodrick you look so pretty."
Rodrick smushed her cheeks and smacked kisses across her blushing cheeks. "Thank you lovie."
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The next day Rodrick would glare at anyone who even tried to make a sound when they saw Rodrick in full makeup. He has always been protective of Y/n's feelings since day one.
The boys in school who called her childish and pretentious for her all-pink attire would don a purple bruise on their faces the next day.
When Rodrick volunteered to teach Y/n to play the drums he painted his spare drumsticks pink, and when she found out she kissed him until his cheeks turned to her favourite colour.
He somehow convinced Susan to get him a pair of pink socks so he could match with Y/n when she wore her own pair of pink socks.
Sure her pink aesthetic clashed with his emo aesthetic, but nothing makes him happier than seeing his girl happy when they match.
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Once Rodrick had visited her home and he was genuinely impressed how she managed to get everything in pink and still make her room look good.
All her shampoos, her dresses and even her pillow were in various shades of pink. Rodrick nicknamed her doll because she resembled a Barbie doll. He even managed to get her a Barbie doll at Christmas that he claimed looked like her. In return, she dressed up her Ken like him, and he made sure she placed it next to her Barbie doll.
Every time he would visit her he would first make sure his Ken doll is with her Barbie doll.
Rodrick started collecting random things just because they are pink-coloured. Movie tickets, guitar picks, flowers, bottle lids etc. He would collect them and give them to Y/n the next time they meet.
He never thought he would like the colour so much, but he would bring all the pinks in the world to her just to see her smile.
A/N: REBLOGS AND COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED IF YOU LIKE THIS.
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