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toast-on-dandelioms · 3 months

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What if reader accidentally called superman "dad" while they were on a mission? Like Batman needed some help tracking down some new murder cult and thought Spider could help? But they wouldn't come unless superman wasnt there since Spider does NOT trust the batfam?

Ok so, I'mma make a scene with your idea and then say what it would happen. Just to then explain how the Batfam would react.

You were called with Clark to a mission, knowing the Batfam was there but you didn't care since you knew Clark would protect you from them.

Plus you made sure to grab two tasers this time and incorporated a new type of web fluid that could emit electricity when it hits someone.

You did create it so you didn't have to use a taser but also so you could tase anyone of the Batfam that would dare to get too close to you or even touch you during the mission.

Clark finally landed while you adjusted your mask since you took it off while you were flying to feel the air in your (long/short) hair.

You looked at the batfam, already annoyed when they didn't even do anything but just their presence was a source of anger and annoyance for you.

While the Batfam was also annoyed that Clark was there but he had to come or you wouldn't even consider going with them to a mission.

You didn't say anything to them, just giving them the blank stare your mask provided and just stayed next to Clark, listening to them talk about what everyone was supposed to do in the mission.

Bruce did try to make you go with him or any of his kids, making you nervous since you couldn't really refuse without any excuse. You did have one but you can't really say "I refuse to go with any of your kids (directed to Batman) because I hate all of you".

But Clark surprised you by refusing any option of you going with any on the Bats and stated that you would go with him, making you smile a little and lean a little on the kryptonian.

Which made all of the Bats jealous and angry at the kryptonian.

At the end you were supposed to go with Superman in the hideout of the cult, which you were happy about it and quickly followed the kryptonian while ignoring the glares of the Batfam that were directed towards Clark.

Well, during the mission you got separated from Superman in the fight against the cultist when they suddenly ambushed both of you, making you panic since you never fought so many people at once.

Yes you did fight small gangs but usually they were just kids and you just had to punch one and all of them backed down immediately. So fighting a large group of people that knew how to fight was a bit difficult and extremely different from what you're used to.

Plus your panic doubled when you saw Damian and Dick approaching, probably to help you but in the fight and the panic in your mind made them seem even more dangerous than the cultists trying to stab you.

So you did the only reasonable thing that your scared mind wanted. You called for Clark while fighting three cultists at the same time, tasing a few of them while fighting.

The problem? You accidentally called him dad.

Bruce Wayne: oh god how angry was he when he heard that from Dick and Damian's coms.

(He still doesn't know who you are behind the mask but already sees you as one of your kids even though you're already are)

He quickly finished fighting the leader and ran to where you were supposed to be, quickly knocking out anyone who was in his way.

He did kill a few of those in his way, but he made sure to hide the bodies and will deal with it later by burning down the hideout.

He finally arrived at the spot where you and the others were supposed to be and he saw something that made him want to grab his kryptonite batarang to hit Clark.

Why? He saw you in Clark's arms, hugging him with all your might while he flew so neither Dick and Damian could reach you.

Plus the worst thing was the sick smile Clark had in his smile, like he planned it. Like he knew you weren't ready to go in such a big mission and would probably call him in a panic.

Bruce just glared at the kryptonian and signaled him to get out with you so they could get rid of the rest of the cultists.

Basically Bruce would be a jealous bitch even though he doesn't care about you when you don't have the mask on, and would use his anger against all the cultists there since he blamed them instead of blaming himself.

Clark Kent: oh he would be so smug whenever he sees Bruce and you're not with him.

Especially since he planned it. He might not be as smart as the Batfam but he knows people and especially you.

He knew you weren't ready for such a big mission since you mostly trained with him and fought small gangs in Gotham.

He knew you would panic while fighting and knew you would call for him when you couldn't do it anymore.

The dad part was a surprise but a happy one for Clark, he became so smug when you jumped in his arms when he quickly flew to you.

He did see the glares he received from almost all the batkids and especially Batman, to which he responded with a smug smile while rubbing your back.

He left with you since you didn't want to stay and he also knew Bruce caught the leader so he didn't have any reasons to stay.

Not sure if you also wanted the Batkids but I didn't add them, just comment if you also want to have the batkids reaction and I will add it!

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sunderwight · 2 months

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SVSSS "no Abyss" fluff AU where Shen Qingqiu just keeps accidentally proposing to a full grown disciple Luo Binghe in ways that don't register to him, but do register to Binghe, but Binghe also knows that his Shizun is clueless and doesn't actually mean it, so he's trapped in a hell of constantly getting what he desires most and fighting the urge to take advantage of the situation in order to actually claim it.

For instance, it turns out that PIDW has a knock-off version of Valentine's Day thanks to one really ill-planned VIP chapter. Shen Qingqiu found that one so egregious even he mostly scrubbed it from his mental records, but the long and short of it is that in the PIDW chocolate exists, but it's a symbolic treat that is only meant to be given to someone you intend to marry.

Of course, Shen Qingqiu discovers chocolate in PIDW and IMMEDIATELY hands it over to Luo Binghe, because he wants to see how Binghe's magnificent cooking skills can utilize this ingredient. Also he wants bon bons and this seems like the only way he's gonna get any in this lifetime.

Naturally, Binghe does make delicious bon bons, all the while fighting down the urge to be like "you proposed so we're getting married now, no take backs!"

Shizun eats the chocolates and Binghe counts slowly backwards from ten and reminds himself that getting what he wants by way of trickery would ultimately deny him what he wants most, which is for Shen Qingqiu to choose him of his own volition.

And of course, this shit just keeps happening. Somehow Shen Qingqiu keeps "forgetting" (read: subconsciously repressing) the little details about various proposal customs in PIDW (of which there are A LOT thanks to all the wife acquisitions) and proposing to Binghe almost constantly. This part of the world has a special ritual proposal wine? Better give some to Binghe! This demonic cult requires one to present a specific monster kill to their intended? Shen Qingqiu just so happened to kill one such monster himself and now he's given it over to Binghe to claim the parts (Binghe's cultivation would make better use of them!) They're visiting a neighboring sect where couples traditionally tie their wrists together with a particular type of rope as a symbol of engagement? Somehow, someway, Shen Qingqiu is going to find a good reason to tie himself to Binghe with the betrothal rope.

Not only is this dance giving Luo Binghe intense mixed feelings, and causing him to lie awake at night trying to figure out if Shen Qingqiu somehow does actually know what he's doing, and wants Binghe to bamboozle him into a marriage (or is that just wishful thinking??), it also causes him ever-more stress whenever SQQ goes on a mission with anyone else.

Especially Liu Qingge.

What if he does the clueless not-proposing to Liu Qingge? What if Liu Qingge proves to be less strong-willed than Luo Binghe (absolutely possible) and "accepts"? What if he's stupid enough to not figure out that Shen Qingqiu is a clueless idiot, and thinks it's genuine?

Shizun might marry him just to avoid having an awkward conversation!

Anyway things come to a head when finally, for once, Luo Binghe is the one who does the accidental proposal. And this time Shen Qingqiu does notice, and he gets all flustered and scolds Binghe to "be more careful" and "not waste such gestures on this old master, or anyone Binghe doesn't want taking advantage!" and Luo Binghe, who has aged one thousand decades in the past few years, still nobly resists the urge to lay out all the times Shizun has made this exact same "mistake" towards him and instead just confesses. Shoots his shot. Now or never!

He almost immediately regrets it because he had a whole plan for how to slowly ease Shizun into the idea over the course of several years, and he's prepared to be rejected now that he's fucked that up. Because he knows his master is delicate about stuff like this. Why else would he be so atypically obtuse?

But, well. Shen Qingqiu always said that the most realistic thing about the harem was that no one in their right mind would turn down a marriage proposal from Luo Binghe.

So he just, uh, says yes?

Binghe's like, you mean this whole time all I had to do was be the one to ask?!

But also he's really too happy to give a shit about the particulars either. They will have a beautiful wedding! No take backs. If SQQ gets cold feet then Luo Binghe has a list and compiled evidence of fifty million marriage proposals from him, so now he definitely has to follow through!

#svsss #bingqiu #scum villain's self saving system #scum villain

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weirdly-specific-but-ok · 4 months

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hi it's the good omens mascot here's some shit about me that might be relevant

I appear to have accidentally caused chaos so I figured you might as well know about me since I'm responsible for it. And also so that you know who you broke, thanks ineffable fandom.

I have been called the prophet by some of you all. This is not entirely untrue, but I would like to add as I did in one post, that Apollo also gave me the curses of art, (very emotional) music, (sometimes good mostly dreadful) poetry, (same parentheses apply, except that the dreadful is on purpose) writing and (used to be good now dreadful) medical knowledge, and so yes, you did accidently adopt a messenger of an ancient Greek god.

Yes, this entire entry into your cult happened from start to now happened in 48 hours.

This will seem less bizarre when I give you context about me and fandoms. I changed career paths (after three years of intense study that cost me my sanity) from science to the arts because I was inspired by drarry fanfiction of them leaving their ministry jobs and following their dreams. Yes I tossed three years and my loss of sanity away in one week of decisions. I'm now a designer. Thanks Draco.

I read so much drarry fanfiction that my mum had to take me to the hospital for injured wrists. I wore wrist and elbow supports and was in constant pain for a few months. I was only later introduced to autoscroll. Yes, I am a fool. Yes, I am unaware of how to human.

I'm broke and cheap enough that I feel guilty buying bottled water, but for Christmas I spent the equivalent of around 150 bottles of water getting a Bakewell tart custom made (they don't sell them where I live). Why? Because in one single fanfiction, it is Draco's favourite food. I would never spend that kind of money on a dessert for any real human being.

That is to say, you all are not ready for when I REALLY fall for Crowley. I don't saunter vaguely downwards for people. I bypass earth and crash into hell, leaving a smoking pit in its infernal ground.

I swear I'm not as dumb as I seem, I just have ZERO general knowledge, and am terrible with faces. I can tell you what the graffiti on the walls of Pompeii from before 70 AD said but I don't know who my previous president was, and personally I think that's very classy of me.

Some of you seem concerned about my sleep schedule. Worry not, I sleep in four installments, night, morning nap, afternoon nap, evening nap. I sleep more than you all, that I can promise. I sleep more than my doggy sister.

About the streams and the timezones, I have no idea how to make it so people can watch, because I frequently mix up east and west and last morning I mixed up the Pacific and Atlantic ocean. I don't know at what point the Eastern hemisphere becomes the Western or how any of it works. I also thought Wakanda was a real place.

But hey fun fact, in 2020 diclofenac sales were dropping in Iceland. I know this because I wanted to make sure to use the correct painkiller in one sentence of a story I was writing. It was completely irrelevant. But hey any of you writers here probably feel my pain. I don't write fanfiction, but I am an author and I write original stories. And honestly what is more useful, Icelandic diclofenac sales from three years ago or timezones?

A career test once told me to be a standup comedian.

Yes that's me Asmi, just your regular dumbass lad who is slightly unhinged, serving himbo twink energy, hello hi nice to meet you all. PS: the poll results are out and Doctor Who won, so tremble, DW fandom.

#good omens fandom #good omens mascot #asmi #weirdly-specific-but-ok #this is me y'all #good omens brainrot #thanks for breaking me i figured you should know about me #crowley #just crowley i'm going to shatter soon #drarry #draco malfoy #fandom culture #fandom things #doctor who #dw fandom #more inaccurate summaries coming up #good omens #fanfiction #and how it ruined and saved me

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theveryworstthing · 1 year

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more goblins to make up for missing goblin week~

goblin descriptions under the cut.

first up is Easel, a goblin artist. have you ever gone into the woods and found a spooky talisman hanging from a tree? how about intricate effigies made of woodland debris that are as unsettling as they are beautiful? or maybe small clay figures tucked under tree roots that almost look alive? if so, you might have seen Easel's work. he specializes in non-intrusive environmentally friendly long term outdoor art. it's surprisingly difficult to make certain types of shrines and such without accidentally fucking with the local wildlife by stacking the wrong rocks in the wrong places and upsetting the very forest god you wish to appease, or to make something with the right spooky vibe that doesn't fall apart the second a squirrel bumps into it. that's where he comes in. He's currently commissioned by a bunch of small gods (which pisses off some of their jealous followers who consider him the the town bicycle as far as worshipers go even though he never claimed to be a monotheist) and he does quite well for himself.

next is Parisol, a sea goblin heading home from her latest tutoring job. Abyssal languages are getting really popular these days and there are few amphibious or land people who speak it fluently, so it's good money while she works on becoming a full fledged librarian. the only downside are the cults but they're more creepy dweebs than actual dangers. she hasn't met one who's gotten a hold of a real Tome yet, not that it would matter. their pronunciation is horrible.

then there’s a goblin named Moole. nothing really special about her, she’s just chillin' out with her Pets. when asked what the Pets are she replied: "Yeah, I don't know what they are. They kept showing up at midnight in the empty cages of the rescue I volunteer at sometimes and I decided to foster them to see if they were like, evil? Ended up keeping them. Total foster fail. What's that? Are they-Oh, I don't know dude, they can be mischievous i guess? They're just little guys."

and last but not least are a couple of lads born from Space Bat asking for ‘midnight snackin' feline cryptids’ and Tama asking for ‘late night trips to the nearest fast food place with a friend’. so they’re some nekomata inspired former highschool bffs reconnecting after work over food truck fare. what's better than this? just guys being dudes.

#goblins #small guide #bare chest

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ang3l-fac33 · 17 days

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I’ve noticed you did a platonic Lucifer fic! I don’t get much luck finding others who do so, so might i request a platonic one too?

With human reader (male or gn, whichever) who moved into an apartment (plot twist: It used to belong to a satanist cult) and they accidentally trigger a summoning and Lucifer appears, and is just as confused about how he arrived.

But Reader (like many of us can agree) has just about had it with the world and at this point are unfazed with the bullshit in their life so they’re like whatever about it and even welcome Lucifer to just chill and hang out. Cue Reader being like, “Want some microwaved pizza rolls?” Or “Ever played Mario kart?” Which just makes Lucifer even MORE CONFUSED, cause he has no idea what any of that stuff is.

So the entire time they’re hanging out it’s just good wholesome moments, and for reader it might be nothing, but for Lucifer, it’s what he needed…a friend…a friend to get him through bad times…

Please make Lucifer the goofy guy that he is in the series! I need that precious short king to have a buddy!

my best friend is the devil! lucifer x reader

warnings: not proofread, rushed at the end.

genre: fluff, platonic

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you groaned as you flopped down on your couch, your body sticky with sweat. it was a particularly hot day out today, and the mixture of the heat and the struggle to carry all those heavy boxes into your new house made you feel like you were dying. you would have bribed the moving truck into helping you move in your boxes, but today you were just done with the world and people in general, and the last thing you wanted was some stranger waltzing into your brand new house.

…’brand new’ might not be the best word to describe your new apartment. apparently this place had been owned by people who ran a cult. you had to admit that the place was a little worn down and creepy but you were sure there was nothing to worry about. the people are gone now and probably took their satanic shit with them.

you closed your eyes and leaned your head back against the headrest, really deserving it after having carried a shit tone of heavy boxes into your house. all you wanted to do right now was relax, but it seemed your stomach had other ideas. your tummy rumbled, signaling your need for food, and you groaned. you didn’t even realize how hungry you were until your stomach notified it for you.

you sighed and opening your eyes to stare at the ceiling, just now remembering that you were very sweaty and uncomfortable. maybe it was time to have a nice long bath, then get yourself something to eat. pizza rolls maybe? that sounded good as fuck right about now. you deserved some damn pizza rolls.

so with that you peeled yourself off of your couch and began rummaging through the dozens of boxes that were scattered all across the room, looking for where you put the box you stored your clothes in. you were a very unorganized person and sometimes you curse yourself for it. once you picked out a pair of comfortable clothes, you headed towards the bathroom for your nice, relaxing shower.

thirty minutes later you came out of the bathroom feeling much more relaxed and content than before, the feel of the warm water calming you down. now for the thing you were most excited for. pizza rolls. you made a bee line towards the kitchen, opening up the freezer that you remembered putting the pizza rolls in earlier. you had taken a quick break from carrying in boxes to head to the store earlier in the day, knowing that you would be hungry by the time the day ended. way to go for being prepared!

you took the delicious food from the freezer and put them on a plate, popping them in the stove a few seconds later. these little shits couldn’t heat up any faster? you we’re starving! with an impatient groan, you backed away and decided to wonder while you waited for your pizza rolls to cook. you hadn’t really gotten to explore your new place yet due to moving boxes all day, so you took your chance.

the house was pretty nice, no sign of cultists living here previously. maybe it was just a rumor to scare people? even if it was true you really didn’t care. if they’re gone there gone! you really didn’t react too much to anything anymore, too tired and done with the world to do so. satanic cults wasnt the weirdest thing you had experienced in your life.

as you were walking you noticed a book on one of the tables in the dining room. you raised a brow, not remembering leaving any books laying about. but being the curious person you are, you headed over towards the table and picked it up. it was dusty and looked a bit old, worn down a little.

you couldn’t make word of the books cover due to the dust, so you blew on it, making the dust fly into your face. you coughed and fanned the air around you with your hand, making a noise of irritation. after you managed to clear all the dust from your face, you looked back down at the book, only for your eyebrows to rase in surprise. this was a satanic book! more specifically, a book to summon all sorts of things! so much for taking all their shit with them. so it wasn’t a rumor after all. huh.

with growing curiosity, you opened the book and flipped to a random page. the page was stained with red which was concerning, but you chose to move past that. the words on the page were in a different language that you didn’t know. “what the?.. what language even is this?” you mumbled to yourself, squinting to see if you could get a better look. you then began to try and read the words out loud, not knowing what you had just caused.

“fuck this.” you had said after a few more seconds of trying to read the language out loud, slamming the book closed. your pizza rolls should be done soon anyway. you placed the book back down on the table and stretched, making a soft groaning noise of satisfaction. but just as you were about to head to the kitchen, a cold gust of air swept over you, seeming to make the whole room freezing in an instant.

"the hell?.." you muttered, wrapping your arms around yourself in an attempt to warm yourself up. but before you could dwell on the sudden coldness the ground started to shake violently. "shit!" you cursed, scrambling to grab hold of something so you didn't fall. what the fuck was happening? was it an earthquake?

crack!

the ground in front of you suddenly split open, and you watched in surprise as flames erupted from the ground, instantly swarming the apartment with heat. huh.. it's a good thing you lived on the first floor. you backed up and squinted, the bright lights of the flaming fire messing with your vision. something suddenly came flying out of the fire, barreling right into you and knocking you both to the ground. a few seconds later the fire had burnt out, leaving the apartment the way it was moments before. it was as if nothing ever happened.

when you came back to your senses the first thing you noticed was something heavy laying on top of you. you opened your eyes only to be faced with a man sprawled out on top of you, seeming just as dazed as you were. well this was interesting. the stranger rubbed his head and groaned, his eyes slowly opening to meet yours. there was a brief pause where the two of you just stared at each other in shock, neither of you moving or speaking.

the man soon seemed to realize the position the two of you were in, and he quickly scrambled off you while stuttering out an apology. you sat up and stared at the man, more curious than anything. he continued to ramble while you studied him. pale skin, red cheeks, sharp teeth… did you actually manage to summon something from the depths of hell? it would explain all the fire and shit..

“..what the fuck are you? are you a demon or what?” you blurted out, stopping the strange man mid apology. he looked slightly offended, scoffing as he adjusted his hat. “i’m the king of hell actually.” he corrected as if you were supposed to know that. he then glanced around, seeming to remember that he was in an unknown place. his offended look quickly shifted to one of confusion and nervousness.

“…where am i? this isn’t the hotel..” he paused to look around frantically. “this isn’t even hell! ohhh boy…” he seemed a bit panicked now, clutching at the cane he had appeared with. this guy wasn’t all that scary or intimidating for being the king of hell. you couldn’t help but to be amused. you sat up, cocking your head to the side. “why are you so short?” you asked bluntly, not seeming to care if you upset him at all.

the so called ‘king of hell’ paused, his cheeks flushing in what seemed to be embarrassment and a bit of anger. he began to stutter, trying his best to seem intimidating. “wh— do you know who i am?! i can have you killed with just the snap of my fingers! you can’t just call the king of hell short!” he pouted, making him seem more like a whiny child more than anything. you snorted in amusement.

“sure.. whatever you say. anyway.. welcome to earth! i accidentally summoned you with this book.” you picked up the summoning book, letting the demon have a good look at it. “it belonged to some creepy cultists that lived here before me. speaking of, i’m pretty sure that i managed to summon you before they even could! guess i’m just that good.” lucifer’s eyes went wide once more, and he snatched the book from your hand.

lucifer forgot that he could even be summoned in all honesty. it’s been a while since someone had successfully done so, but even then the last person who did manage to summon him was some teenager messing around with summonings, believing that it was all fake. the kid ended up running away and screaming, and lucifer just ended up leaving after that. he was a little confused on why you didn’t seem to react the same. you didn’t seem phased in the slightest!

suddenly there was a ding, and you both turned your heads to where it came from. it was from the kitchen, but more specifically the oven. “fuck yeah my pizza rolls are ready!” you quickly hopped to your feet, your stomach growling in anticipation. then you paused, remembering that the literal king of hell was in your apartment.

you turned to look at him. “…do you want some pizza rolls?” you asked after a few seconds of silence, not really sure what to say next.

“…what in the ever living hell are pizza rolls?”

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you watched in surprise as lucifer began to down most of the pizza rolls on the plate. when he asked you what pizza rolls are you immediately sat him down on your couch and made him try them. no living (or dead) person should go on with their life without trying pizza rolls at least once. but you didn’t expect him to like it… that much. having the devil at your place was surprisingly calm. you managed to have a nice conversation with him as you took the pizza rolls out, even exchanging each other’s names.

“these things are so much better than most foods back down in hell!” he said, his mouth stuffed with a bunch of pizza rolls. “golly.. humans have it nice up here! beats being down there in hell.” you cringed at that, internally disagreeing with that. the world was a pretty fucked up place but pizza rolls made up for that. kind of.

“so.. do you guys have mario kart in hell or?..” lucifer paused, looking up at you with raised brows. “what’s mario kart?” lucifer’s response made you sigh in disappointment. “no pizza rolls AND no mario kart? hopefully i don’t end up stuck in hell when i die.” you muttered, grabbing the remote to turn on the tv to hook your console to.

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“damn it!” you shouted in frustration, throwing your controller on the ground. “how the fuck do you keep winning?! this is your first time ever playing this game!”

lucifer gave a slow frog blink, a little confused. if he was being honest he was just pressing random buttons and moving the joystick a bunch. he didn’t understand how he won either, but he was proud! he gave a sharp toothed grin, looking smug despite being just as confused as you. “i guess that i’m just better.”

you glared at him before huffing, plopping a pizza roll into your mouth. “whatever..” you mumbled, pouting. despite your irritation it was clear that you were having just as much fun as lucifer was, laughing and cheering every time the two of you were in the middle of a match. it was surprisingly… fun. who knew having the devil at your place could be so much fun?

the two of you played and talked for hours, and lucifer ended up eating all your pizza rolls. it was a bit disappointing since you barely got to have any but he seemed happy so you weren’t going to complain. but of course all good things must come to an end, and lucifer had to leave. something about visiting his daughter at some hotel? you didn’t know hell had hotels or that the devil himself had a daughter, but it wasn’t the weirdest thing you’ve heard today.

it ended with lucifer leaving through some scary looking portal, promising he would stop by at some point so that the two of you could do this again. he even left you his phone number! you weren’t sure if you could even text him since he was in hell, but oh well.

you flopped down on your couch again with a content sigh. you had befriended the king of hell and had no regrets. thank you to that cultist’s book of summoning spells! you managed to make a new friend, even if he wasn’t exactly human. you were content, happy.. it was a good idea to move here.

(a/n: i actually had so much fun writing this! i might actually make this a series if it gets popular enough. thank you for requesting this and i’m sorry it got a bit rushed at the end, there’s some personal issues going on irl rn but i was determined to finish it ;w; so sorry for the wait.)

#lucifer morningstar x reader #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel oneshots #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x you #lucifer magne #hazbin hotel headcanon

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zombieunicorngamerzu · 9 months

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(Adult Van Palmer and Taissa Turner x fem reader)

[Warnings - GIP Van, Top Taissa, sub reader, penetration, threesome, young reader, peeping, manipulation, seducing, praise, aftercare]

Van and Taissa see a member of Lotties cult they find very attractive, teaming up like they used to.

When Van and Taissa first met you, you were chopping wood. Lottie was showing them around the retreat and there you were… swinging that axe, even though you were just a little thing, just nineteen, they couldn’t help but lock their eyes on you before giving each other “that” look. You were wearing a crop top and jeans with some boots, but fuck did that crop top show your biceps and back muscles, every swing looked aggressive but calculated, like it was your own therapy, it probably was.

“Look at that.” Van drew out with a low whistle, leaning close to Taissa to keep their conversation private, “I didn’t know they had girls like that here, I might just join to-“ Taissa smacked Van on the back of the head before she could finish, whispering back in a sharp sarcastic tone, “We haven’t even been here for more than a few hours and you can’t keep your dick in your pants?” Her words just made Van pout with that kicked puppy dog look as she stuffed her hands in her pockets, still looking up at you through her lashes innocently as the group walked by you, you caught both the ladies eyes as you looked up, giving them a polite nod.

Taissa couldn’t help but give you a small smile back, she did find you quiet pretty, Mabye a little too skinny for her liking but you were pretty cute. Van was much more eager to give you a wave, nodding with a smile, making you let out a adorable little chuckle, smiling before shaking your head and getting back to work. Van turned to Taissa immediately after getting far enough away, “Pleaseeeee Tai, she’s so cute, did you see the way she looked at us, that’s a baby gay, I know it, I sense it with my balls,” Taissa rolled her eyes so far back she swore they might get stuck, “Van if you don’t stop I’m gonna get you neutered.”

Van just dropped her mouth open in disbelief with a offended look, huffing on a pout, “Whatever, I saw you look at her too…” Taissa just straightened up her posture and continued to walk, Charlotte having been paying too much attention to Natalie to even notice, desperately trying to get her attention and validation as they continued the tour until later in the evening. It was dark by the time Taissa and Van finally got time to stray away from all the cult activity’s to have a moment of privacy together, sitting near the fire pit with some booze.

It wasn’t until Taissa perked up at the sight of you entering the shower house that Van even noticed, turning her head to see what she was looking at before smiling, “Oh come on, Taissa…” Taissa just sighed out and looked at Van, it had been a while since they had been together, why not have a little fun, they were here to relax, right? Sighing out as she finally stood up, holding her hand out to Van, “Well come on.” Her approval making Van smile immediately and shoot up before they both were walking to the shower house.

It seemed quiet when they entered, the only bags being yours on the hook near the door, making them both realize it was just you and them, Taissa locking the door behind them as Van tilted her head, walking down the floor until reaching the only shower curtain that was closed and running, smirking back at Taissa before she “accidentally” opened the curtain before jumping a little for show as you jumped and turned around, her words rushing out with a apologetic look, “Oh- shit, sorry! Me and Tai didn’t realize anyone was in here.” You collected yourself after a few moments of your heart racing, you felt awkward and embarrassed, plus it didn’t help Van had her eyes trailing down your body,

“Oh, um it’s fine- sorry, c-can you close the curtain?” You asked her timidly, a subtle barely noticeable smirk crossed her face before Taissa came up behind her, nodding to you, “Hey pretty girl, you don’t mind if we joined you, would you?” You were stunned a little at her words, standing there like a naked babe, eyes wide like some deer in headlights, at a loss for words, you thought the both of them were so so hot, the moment they arrived, but you had a habit of killing your hopes and dreams. For them to actually want you, you couldn’t believe it until Taissa was pushing Van in, “Undress you doofus.” She smirked as Van stumbled and nodded fumbling with her belt as she walked past her to you, reaching out to slide her hands onto your shoulders with a comforting smile, “Hi pretty girl, this is okay, right?”

Taissa spoke with such a comforting tone, like she was speaking to a child, you were so shocked and at a loss for words, mouth opening and closing before just blushing as Taissa’s smirk widened, brushing her thumb against your cheek, “Words sweet girl.” You whimpered out a, “Yes…” before she was smiling more before her face got annoyed, “Van hurry up.” She snapped back at her girlfriend who was hopping out of her jeans with a stumble, stuttering in her boxers, “Sorry!” You giggled at the sight of the redhead struggling with her jeans while Taissa just shook her head and rolled her eyes, “so much for sexy” she thought.

Van was always clumsy though, even with sex, like some starved puppy. But she finally got her clothes off, Taissa had stepped back to strip a lot more gracefully, making a show of it for you, both woman naked and bare just like you, which made your eyes widen when you saw the extra appendage Van had, your eyes widening, making her smile and shake her head while stepping forward, “Hey, it’s okay pretty girl, we’ll be extra careful with you.” She tried to comfort you as she held her hands out and grabbed yours, gently pulling you close before she was kissing you tenderly.

Groaning into your mouth while Taissa came up from behind, sandwiching to between them, her hands sliding around to your hips and up your waist before cupping your breasts while hers pressed into your back and Vans squished against your front along with her erect throbbing cock which she couldn’t help but rut her hips to get some friction, making you gasp out and lean back into Taissa who hummed in your ear, kissing your cheek before she pushed her hand down to wrap around your thigh and pull it up to spread you open a bit, looking down over your shoulder to bite her lip at the sight of your beautiful soaked cunt, smiling as she trailed her free hand down to stroke her slender fingers through your folds, rubbing your clit in gentle circles, “Such a pretty girl… oh your so wet for us, huh?” She coo’d out against your ear.

After a few minutes of relentless teasing and praise from Taissa while Van jerked herself off, biting her lip, she finally got the go from Taissa, a nod as she pulled you back against her while holding your thighs open, Van smiling as she pressed the tip of her cock at your folds, spreading them with her tip, making her shutter, “Fuckkk, god- pretty girl, you have such a pretty pussy baby, gonna make you feel so good.” Van moaned out before slowly pushing her cock inside you, a shuttering moan of pure pleasure slipping past her lips as she locked eyes with Taissa before thrusting all the way in, whimpering out before she kissed her over your shoulder while you got lost in the pleasure of being stretched by Vans cock.

Van didn’t waste any time before starting a sloppy pace with desperate breathy moans into Taissa’s mouth as they made out with you sandwiched between them, Vans hips slapping against yours quicker and quicker due to you being so wet, the shower still running over the three of you as your moans echoed through the shower house, you were panting and whining at how good she felt thrusting her hips into yours while Taissa dug her nails into your thigh to keep your thigh held up, she was moaning so husky in your ear, smiling as she tweaked your nipple and praised you, “Yeah… that’s such a good girl, take her cock, yeah- so pretty, does it feel good baby? Tell us how good you feel getting fucked by us, okay?” You shook your head with a whimper at Taissa’s tone, it was so obvious she was degrading you and praising you at the same time.

A smirk on her face as she watched you get fucked by her girlfriend while you trembles between them, rambling out through whimpers and gasps, “s-so good- mhm! Feels so good, please…” you begged, you were getting so close, the pleasure was burning up as Van sped up her pace ruthlessly, Taissa having to hold you up as Van went sloppy with her broken moans, balls deep with every thrust, the only noises being loud moans and sloppy skin slapping together before you were sobbing out a cry and tensing before trembling violently in Taissa’s arms, Van crying out in pleasure as you clenched down on her cock so tight she rammed her hips up hard, filling you all the way as her hands met your ass, gripping and squeezing to hold you close, tearing you away from Taissa’s grasps with her last sloppy rough thrusts, wrapping your thighs around her waist as she bucked up, panting so heavy as she tucked her face into your shoulder, spilling her load inside you.

It took a few minutes after your orgasm that you finally got your bearings, Taissa speaking down to you with a soft caring hum as she helped Van pull out and set you down on a bench, her touch soothing as you shivered and whined lazily, eyes unfocused, making her smile and chuckle at how fucked out you looked, “Christ, Van, you fucked the poor daylights out of the girl, I wanted a turn you know but I don’t know if she could handle it.” She coos out, not once taking her eyes off your face as she gripped your chin to pull you into a soft kiss, mumbling out, “You we’re such a good girl for us, baby, I’m gonna give you one more, okay?”

She whispered out, making you whimper, you really didn’t think you could handle another, so sensitive, making her brush your hair back, “Shhh, I’m just gonna clean you up, sweetheart.” Taissa whispered out before kneeling down slowly, parting your thighs open to lick her lips at the sight of your messy pretty pussy leaking out both yours and Vans cum, groaning before she dove in with her soft lips and tongue, darting it out to push through your folds which made you arch and whine, you felt like your clit was burning already, thighs trembling, “O-Oh god!”

“Shhh babygirl, it’s alright, your doing so good.” Taissa mumbled against your clit while flicking her tongue with a muffled moan, Van slowly came to your side to brush your hair back and hold you a little to support you, she didn’t want you accidentally throwing your head back and hitting it on the stall, so she held the back of your head protectively while leaning down to kiss your head as Taissa worked her magic on your poor overstimulated cunt, her hands rubbing up and down your thighs until you were crying out shakily, trembling again with a scream as you came one last final time on Taissa’s tongue, a pleasured-proud hum coming from her as she cleaned you up before both of the older woman were helping you up to all shower together.

Both Taissa and Van just held you between them silently, gentle kisses and soft words coming from the two of them as they cleaned you, dressing you after before walking you back to your cabin, (more like Van carried you because you couldn’t walk) and then they helped you into bed and decided to stay the night and crawl into bed with you so you wouldn’t be alone, Van spooning you from behind while Taissa laid on her back with your head on her breast, her slender fingers coaxing gently through your hair before she kissed your forehead, speaking out softly to you, her words making your heart flutter,

“I think we’re gonna keep you, pretty girl…”

#yellowjackets season 2 #yellowjackets x reader #van palmer #taissa turner #taissa x van #taissa yellowjackets #yellowjackets showtime #yellowjackets #yellowjackets smut

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magentasdoodles · 29 days

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Decided to make a separate post for my space riders au Oc Dream Eater. The original post with all the info about their backstory and personality is here, if you wanna read that. (Once again, pronouns are they/it)

I actually have way more thoughts about this guy than I posted about before, either hadn’t thought about it yet or just straight up forgot to put it in the other post, so I’m putting it here. It’s mostly just worldbuilding that I thought of though, just thought I’d share them.

So Dream Eater’s species is, as stated before, a type of parasite called a somnivore that latches into the nervous system of a host and sucks the chemicals that are produced by the body during sleep. They require hosts to survive and usually can’t last long without one, around a month, and reproduce asexually through budding. Somnivores actually have the intelligence leves of humans and other space faring creatures, but haven’t formed any sort of society due to their lifestyles. This can lead to situations where the parasite can communicate with hosts and others and maybe even a more mutualistic relationship where the somnivore only takes the chemicals require to survive and helps the host with tasks while they sleep, but not always, because like other beings, their personalities can vary a lot, not necessarily all malicious, but can be difficult depending on the individual. They were actually fairly localized on their planet with the exception of a few accidental interplanetary hitchhikers (like Dream Eater) until the planet was invaded by the Prototype and his cult. Now because somnivores are so dependent on chemicals from their hosts, it also makes them insanely vulnerable to the red smoke, which can kill them quite easily, so now with the entire planet overtaken by the cult, the only surviving somnivores are the ones that left on interstellar hosts.

“Wait,” you might be asking, “but if they die when exposed to the smoke, how is Dream Eater still alive?” Well, Dream eater isn’t exactly a normal somnivore. In order to fit in with the cult, they needed some…”enhancements”. This included a higher capacity for the red smoke and a much, much larger size (the typical somnivore is only around a couple centimeters in length and maxes out at about 50), so they could not just survive, but also be a much deadlier weapon for the Prototype.

The space riders au was made by @onyxonline, go check out their stuff as well as all the other stuff made by other talented people!

#space riders au #my art #oc #my Oc #poppy playtime #tagging this as poppy feels a little disingenuous considering how divorced this concept is from anything in the actual game #But eh I guess it counts #worldbuilding

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heckhellstuff · 2 months

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Big thanks to the peeps who wanted to hear more about my version of the Guide

Headcanons and story stuff under the cut

First things first - Because this AU focuses mostly on my made up backstory I had to give her a name

Emma Van de Laar is what I settled with A Priestess from Holland born sometime in the 1400's Devout woman her entire life

Unfortunately for her everything supernatural seemed to disagree with her peaceful lifestyle - The most notable incidents being her run-ins with vampires and beasts alike

When she was 25 a Strigoi made it's way into her home, impersonating her beloved dog who went missing few days prior Then in her late 40's she was forcefully turned by a Vampire

Being turned into a creature of the night caused great distress, faith was all she had her whole life, she couldn't bear to lose it

It took 20+ very painful years but she managed to regain her faith in spite of her vampirism Trying to put her life back on tracks she once again took up her position as the head of the local Church

Fast forward 300 years things started getting a little boring Emma started yearning for all of the things she's missed

This is when what I call the Party Girl Era sets in Accidentally joined a cult And all of the things mentioned in her therapy session with Laszlo happened

Which brings me to the most worked on part of this AU Her relantionship with Van Helsing

I asked myself ""How fucked up would it be if they actually loved each other ?"" Here's the story I put together

Van Helsing was sent back to Holland by the Church - they heard some vampires might be targeting the local Priestess What they didn't know is that Emma is the vampire seen in the area

When Abraham arrived Emma was slightly shapeshifting to hide her most noticeable vampiric features She knew he was a vampire slayer

They spent around two months just kinda hanging out together During that time Abraham slowly fell in love with the holy woman It didn't take long for Emma to feel the attraction as well

But uh oh - then there was the accidental reveal Emma burnt herself on Abraham's silver ring (while they were flirting no less) Mortified by the possible consequences of her slip up she tried to escape

When Abraham caught up, instead of killing her, he tried to talk things out A lot of feelings spill out during that conversation Fed up with the tension, Emma makes a move and that's how their affair starts

A bunch of trust building later and they do end up being an actual couple Would love to show the comic I made for this but it's like 38 panels long and Tumblr would piss itself In total they spend five years together before everything goes to hell

Hell started when the Vampiric Council finally had enough of Emma's bs Forcefully seperated her and Abraham Took her to America And drilled into her mind for so long she dissociated so hard she ended up getting amnesia After successfully rooting her into the Council's system she got the position of the Guide

Abraham didn't want to give up on his beloved and spent years searching for her Unfortunately... When he found Emma it wasn't her anymore The brilliant woman he once knew was no longer there

After that point the timeline starts lining up with the Show Some things do differ but it's not anything major until the Nightclub comes around

Obviously Guidja happens in this AU With the backstory I gave the Guide their dynamic is really fun to mess around with

Oh and lastly What the hell is a Strigoi ??

Basically: vampire 2 electric boogaloo I thought it would be fun if there were different species of vampiric creatures

Strigoi have some interesting folklore attached to them It was super fun to mess around with and bend in all sorts of directions

Emma is actually a Vampiric Strigoi which is one of the four Strigoi variants I put together Which basically means she's not really a vampire but something closely related

My idea for making her a Strigoi comes from the Show and folklore Strigoi seem to be put into a similar category as Wraiths and apparently they can learn magic ?? So that was a super easy connection to make

I have a lot of different design notes for my version of bestie Guide too but this mess is already way too long

So I'll end it with songs that were a huge inspiration when I started working on this AU

Powerwolf: Sacramental sister, My will be done, Midnight Madonna, Demons are a girls best friend, Reverent of rats Ghost: Cirice, Mary on a cross

#wwdits #what we do in the shadows #The Guide #Hi this took two hours to write out #Obviously not everything but I think the basics are good enough #Hopefully it makes sense #Now it's time to finish my dumb little Strigoi guide

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garciaasfluffypen · 1 month

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part two. her savior

there was no way this was real. but it was.

trigger warnings: light description of the condition eliza was in when she's found (nothing crazy), eliza has a small panic attack, pls let me know if i missed anything else!

JJ could feel the stress settling in. The BAU had been following this newly budding case for months now, on top of everything else they were working on. It was a lot. They had just finished the rough double homicide case a few months prior when they had gotten wind of the Sex Cult making its way across Northern America. Whenever they thought they were getting close, they would hit a dead end. Leads going to places that were clearly traps, or the whole cult being gone within hours before they had breached the safe houses they had found through Penelope’s excellence. It was a miracle she was still standing. If she were being honest, Emily was the reason she was still standing, but that was a bridge she didn’t want to cross at that very moment. It was going to open up a dam of feelings she didn’t want to think about, especially after the hell she had gone through with Will. It wasn’t that she didn’t love him anymore, she loved him a lot. But she was starting to think their relationship had taken its course.

And that was more stress she didn’t need.

The numbers 11:45 flashed across her phone screen as yet another text from Will came through, telling her he was going to go to sleep and to make sure the living room lights were off when she got home. Rubbing her face, JJ got up and made her way to the kitchenette. She wasn’t planning on pulling a past midnight-er, but at this point, it might as well be. It appeared that she was the only one left, however, Emily was holed up in her office going through paperwork to submit before moving onto the next set of paperwork. The tracker that Penelope had set up that was tracking the locations of the cult was flashing on the monitor to the right, reflecting off of her glasses as she scrolled through the final case report on the previous case that she absolutely needed to submit before 10am tomorrow morning. There was no more stalling, no matter how gruesome it was. Stalling on the report wouldn’t bring the agents back. Nothing would.

It was starting to take a toll on her.

She needed something new, something that would potentially lift up her spirits. She was in her 60s, single and childless. The job left little time to find relationships, which definitely hindered her dating life. Sure, she had her flings but they weren’t the one person she wanted. The person she longed for since she locked eyes with her way back in 2002. 20 plus years of hopelessly pining for a married woman took a lot out of you, and really put a damper on sex. Especially when you accidentally call out her name instead of Cindy, the lady you had hooked up with. Emily shook her head, getting herself out of her thoughts before she noticed something on the tracker. A new dot.

A dot that was close to them.

“Jayje!” Emily pushed the door open, hoping and praying the blonde was still in the room. “I think we got them.”

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Everything was happening at once and to be quite frank, JJ was overwhelmed. They had finally gotten a location on the cult. They had settled down in rural Wyoming, and now was their time to strike. JJ didn’t even have time to text the boys goodnight before she was chugging a redbull and hoping for the best. The jet ride was nerve wracking. Emily went over all the girls who had been trapped there, some for years, some for their whole lives. She didn’t know what was worse- the age of some of these girls, or knowing that their lives would be more fucked up than anyone could ever imagine.

The house was eerily empty. Almost as if nobody lived there. A shiver ran down JJ’s back as she made her way through the foyer. The footsteps of the other agents flew around her as everyone dispersed around the house. Emily signaled for JJ to go upstairs, leaving her to follow some of the local PD. The walls were bare of any evidence that someone had been here. No nail holes, no leftover command strips, nothing. That's when she split off from the PD and went into the room, practically stopping in her tracks.

There was a girl.

There was a girl, and she was tied to the bed.

What, and she couldn’t stress this enough, the actual fuck?

She couldn’t be more than sixteen. JJ felt her heart stop as she stepped into the room, automatically holstering her gun. The girl was crying. She wasn’t sure if it was tears of joy or fear, but that didn’t matter. The girl was tied up, her wrists were bleeding and JJ needed to get her to the EMTs as soon as she could. JJ untied her as carefully as she possibly could, fighting every urge in her body not to burst out into tears. She pushed some hair out of the girl's face, letting her fall into her touch. Wiping the tears from her cheeks, JJ moved down to untie her ankles. She was shivering now. JJ ripped off her jacket and wrapped it around the girl, hoping the warmth would be enough. She zipped it up for extra warmth, wrapping her arms around the girl as she helped her get out of the bed. She stumbled a bit, leaning into JJ’s arms. They made their way downstairs, going straight outside. EMTs started to make their way over to them, but JJ held a hand up.

When the girl nodded, she took the girl to the closest ambulance and helped her sit down on the edge, taking a blanket from the EMT and wrapping it around her waist. The girl grabbed her hand, squeezing it tight. A silent thank you for saving her life. JJ felt her heart shatter into a million more pieces. The girl laid her head on JJ’s shoulder, still stiff but letting the EMTs do their work. She met eyes with Emily as she came out of the house, making her way over.

“Go with her, I’ll brief you later. Get her checked out, text me when you get there, okay?”

JJ raised her eyebrows. “Are you sure?”

“We’ll be fine.” Emily shot the girl a look. “She needs someone right now.”

“Em-”

“That’s an order, Jennifer.”

JJ knew that Emily meant business whenever she pulled out the full name. With a nod, JJ helped the girl into the ambulance and onto the bed, leaning as close as she could to the girl as the EMT continued his checks. She noticed the girl stiffening and subtly held out her hand, hoping he would see it. The girl tensed up, realizing how close the EMT was to her. She shuffled closer to JJ, and she knew at that moment they wouldn’t get anything done unless they had someone else do it. Jennifer signaled to the other EMT- the female one- to come do the checks instead.

By the time they had finished, the sun was going down. The adrenaline was wearing off, and JJ was getting jittery from sitting still too long. She let Emily know they were heading off to the hospital before hopping into the back of the ambulance, making sure the girl was comfortable before they left.

“Can…” the girl timidly looked at JJ. “What’s your name?”

“I’m JJ. What’s your name?”

“I don’t know if I can tell you, he might get mad.”

JJ tilted her head, sympathy flooding through her veins. “He’s not going to hurt you anymore. I promise.”

“He said he’d come back for me.”

“I won’t let him.” JJ squeezed her hand. “He won’t be able to get to you. I’ll be with you all night until my team needs me again, okay?”

The girl nodded. “Okay.” a pause. “Eliza. My name is Eliza. ”

“That’s a pretty name.”

JJ swore she saw Eliza crack the smallest smile.

“Where did you come from?”

“We work out of Washington DC.”

“Washington DC… where is that?” Eliza’s head tilted. “Is that close?”

“It’s about a 3 hour plane ride.”

“Oh. That seems far.”

“Eliza, have you been on a plane before?”

“No. He didn’t let me leave. Ever.” A moment of silence. “Where are we going?”

“The hospital, we’re gonna get you all fixed up.” The EMT smiled.

“I don’t wanna go. Turn around please.”

“I’m afraid we can’t do that.”

Eliza’s breath quickened. “I don’t want to go to the hospital. He’s gonna be there. He’s gonna be there and he’s gonna take me to Peter. I don’t- I don’t. I can’t—”

JJ grabbed Eliza’s hand, squeezing it tightly and scooting as close as she possibly could to her. The machines started beeping as Eliza’s heart rate started rising, her breaths getting faster and faster.

“Sweetie look at me, yes, perfect.” JJ moved the hair from her face. “I’m here, I’m right here. Focus on me. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out.”

Eliza’s breaths started to calm down, as did the machines.

“There we go. You got some nasty cuts and bruises, we just need to make sure you’re okay. I’ll be with you every step of the way, okay?”

Eliza sighed. “You promise he won’t be there?”

“I promise.”

“Okay.” Eliza nodded. “I don’t like Peter. He would… he’s not nice.”

“You don’t have to tell me about him right now, okay? Whenever you’re ready.”

JJ smiled at Eiza, squeezing her hand sympathetically. Would she ever be ready to tell her story? She wasn’t sure. But what she was sure of was that Eliza needed her, and she wasn’t going to leave her side until she had to.

And that was a fact.

#her only daughter universe #jennifer jareau #criminal minds #jennifer jareau fanfic #criminal minds fanfic #an i (queue) of 187

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eternallysimping · 2 years

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judging you based on the elden ring character you simp for part 2:

tap here for part 1

radahn

‌a kindred soul with elite taste, i trust you with my life

‌your main criteria for your man is that he has to be big and tall and will treat you right - a wholesome gentle giant if you may

‌you definitely have a size kink and prone to think figures of authority and by that i mean generals, especially the most charismatic ones, are sexy

ranni

‌before i continue with her i just want to know: how does it feel like to be winning in life?

‌cause like?? you get to marry her?? that is literally the best you can ever hope for as an ending in this goddamn game-

‌you absolutely love cunning magical girls

‌i'm super sure you had a major crush on gwen from ben 10 growing up or maybe sunny instead

rykard

‌tanith move aside sister, someone might be taking your place

‌you are a monsterfucker and i'm convinced you checked out naga x reader tag in tumblr at least once or a handful of times in your life

‌you're the level of freaky similar to a bard in a dnd campaign that will fuck a 20+ ft dragon

mohg

‌i firmly believe your type is the 3 Bs: bad, bloody, and bitchy

‌you're most likely to be involved in a blood cult in real life

‌i think you enjoy some bloodplay and have a knife kink, with a side of degradation for good measure

‌throwing it out there i can sense you might have the hots for loki from marvel

morgott

‌you have a big "i can be his greatest source of comfort" energy which is, good for you for having so much love to give

‌you have such a type with misunderstood guys and it's a major bonus if they're big

‌from this alone i am convinced that beauty and the beast might be one of your favorite movies growing up

godwyn

you have a thing for selfless oldest brother, and he's more or less likely the favorite of his parents too - the golden child

you are were definitely a dick grayson simp i'm calling it now (dc may or may not have accidentally made him the blueprint for the hot and favorite oldest brother that people end up crushing so hard on)

i feel i can trust you - i can totally see the appeal of this one

godefroy

i have never seen anyone openly simp for this one so if you do then i have to say: i'm sorry you're part of the minority, chief - the very, very, very, very small minority; it must be a tough and lonely path to walk on

i don't really have any opinions or thoughts about godefroy simps except that you're probably alone in that simping area so congrats?? you have him all for yourself?? so enjoy i guess??

godrick

‌i see a few people that want this man and i just want to know one thing: why?

‌if you have a thing for this guy i fully believe you had the hots for four arms (from Ben 10, the beefy red alien with you guessed it four arms) and with his more than extra set of limbs he's basically a walking wet dream for you-

miquella

‌i'm very, to say the least, conflicted about this

i see a couple of art with aged-up looking miquella and a post somewhere that they look young/adult young so you're good on that part

but if you go with child-version of miquella with impure thoughts then i want you far away from me and get some much needed help or jail time, could be both

however personality wise i totally see you going for the smart and cunning type that has a soft spot for their family

malenia

‌your type are the warrior women that can simply obliterate your spine without breaking a sweat and i both respect and fear for your life for it

‌wonder woman was definitely your crush growing up or she still is, i support your taste

but if you're the malenia simp that justifies her actions by strongly bringing down radahn then i'm sorry but you're toxic

so i'm a biiiiit tempted to make a part 3 but i feel it's so lacking (part 2 is a total of nine characters so i feel it would be good to have part 3 contain ten or so).

so far, i only have blaidd, finlay, loretta, gideon, and varre in mind

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rallamajoop · 2 months

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Twist my arm, why don’t you? XD Well, I did tell you guys to ask!

What the hell, let’s open this one by sharing a few pics from a Sims household created by a good friend of mine, made up of Heisenberg (mad scientist), Mia (secret agent) and Ethan (just really wants to be a dad). The three of them immediately became the most delightful sims-land trainwreck imaginable.

Their neighbourhood is full of werewolves, because you can do that in the Sims. Ethan’s apparently made friends with some of them. But because this is Sims-land, when he and Mia tried to have a romantic dinner together, it ended with Ethan passed out on the kitchen floor while Mia set herself on fire, with Heisenberg running in in his underwear with some passing hippie, and being no help whatsoever. Aren’t Sims wonderful?

Beyond the land of the Sims, though… I mean, let’s be honest, my desire for mithanberg comes from how I ship both Ethan/Heisenberg and Ethan/Mia, and refuse to choose between them. I could see it working either as a proper OT3, or a poly arrangement where Ethan’s involved with both of them, but Mia and Heisenberg aren’t involved with each other (on which note, I also ship the hell out of Mia/Zoe, so Mia is not missing out here).

For the few really mithanberg-ish things I’ve ever posted so far, Follow Me Home is headed for the former category, whereas that other one is more likely headed for the latter. Going for the proper-OT3 option does come with the extra hurdle of trying to figure out how Mia/Heisenberg would work when they’ve never even met in canon, but I am fully up for the challenge.

But there’s way more to this ship for me than just the convenience of ‘why not both’. Seriously, wintersberg fic is missing out on so much by writing Mia off so quickly.

For one, Ethan’s somewhat-complicated relationship with Mia is the best evidence you could ask for that Ethan might actually be up for getting involved with someone as fucked up as Heisenberg (or even Chris, if you’re more into winterfield). Mia has canonically lied to Ethan, (accidentally) drawn him into mortal danger, and (while possessed) sliced off his hand with a chainsaw. Ethan’s still with her in RE8, so clearly he’s willing to forgive.

Fig 1: Apparently not a dealbreaker!

Heisenberg, meanwhile, opens their relationship by stabbing Ethan with a fucking spear-headed fencepost, chains him up, drags him off be put on trial, and ‘rescues’ him only by throwing him into a gauntlet of lycans and spike traps. He later sends Ethan through the second gauntlet that is the Stronghold, before finally trying to make a deal with him. When Ethan refuses, Heisenberg throws him to a chainsaw-propeller-faced monstrosity made of engine parts sewed onto a corpse.

Fig 2: Also not a dealbreaker?

I will make some excuses for Heisenberg, given that he’s been trapped in a repressive cult for decades and seems to have internalised a lot of bullshit about the strong destroying the weak, but holy shit is this guy red flag city (and I love it). And that’s not even touching on all the violent bullshit Chris pulls in this game. You may also note that neither Heisenberg or Chris have Mia’s convenient mind-control or replaced-by-a-shapeshifter excuse for their worst behaviour.

Ethan asks for none of the madness all these maniacs have injected into his life, but goddamn, does he learn to roll with it and come back swinging. Whether or not you assume Ethan ever found out the truth about Mia’s past, she offers us some solid proof that Ethan’s ‘type’ does not exclude covert special agents with a talent for violence, who’ve spent years working full-time for evil bioweapons manufacturers. Ethan may not be ready to admit to himself that he’s got a thing for dangerous people, and Mia may be a lot better at pretending to be normal than Heisenberg, but the fact Ethan’s still with her could say a lot.

Basically, if you wanna ship Ethan with either of these other guys, Mia Winters is the best ally you could ask for!

There are other problems with writing off Mia too quickly so you can ship Ethan with someone else, one being that it makes Ethan look like, well, kind of a psychopath. Fic after fic presents him as the kind of guy who can witness the mother of his child being brutally murdered in front of him, and within a matter of hours, he’s apparently realised he was never that happy with her anyway, so it’s just fine if he’s fucking some other dude. The fact the ‘Mia’ people are so quick to dismiss as an abusive bitch wasn’t even the real Mia apparently doesn’t necessitate any sort or reexamination. It’s basically a meme at this point.

Thing is, even if his relationship with the real Mia was unhealthy, you just aren’t going to make a guy like Ethan process that within hours of watching her fucking assassination. Try and make him face it, and you’ll push him straight into defensiveness. Even at the best of times, Ethan’s just not the kind of guy who could leave the mother of his child without a fuckload of heartache and a few rounds of ‘what does this say about me’ at the very least (and Mia loves Ethan far too much to leave him, except in a misguided attempt to protect him). Even if you're writing an AU where Mia really does die (rather than just suffering the usual round of character assassination), at least let that poor boy ANGST about it! C’mon, people – that’s the juicy stuff!

Of course, the real problem fans are grappling with here is that in the current fandom climate, the idea that Ethan would willingly hook up with a guy who stabbed him in the gut that morning is still somehow more palatable than having to consider that Ethan might be capable of being (gasp!) less than completely faithful to a partner who doesn’t deserve it. So it’s not enough that he thinks Mia’s dead, she’s also got to be a horrible person and a complete non-entity who can be forgotten as quickly as we’ve brought her up, just to get her out of the way – as if that somehow makes Ethan look better.

People are so eager to get rid of Mia that I have legit read multiple different fics where, even after being mysteriously reborn post-game via horrific mould-magic, somehow one of the very first things Ethan wants to talk about afterwards is divorcing his wife. Can we not even give the poor guy a single scene to have a proper existential crisis over not being human anymore before finding a woman to blame for all his problems?

Fig 3: Ethan's actual thoughts on his wife right before his death

On the greater subject of that whole inconvenient marriage poor Ethan's saddled with, I can only say ‒ again ‒ c’mon, people, that’s the juicy stuff! A good story needs conflict, and Ethan having had this weird hook-up with/confusing attraction to an incredibly creepy guy in the middle of an incredibly confusing day and while he thought his wife was dead, only to later discover that she’s alive? GOLD.

You don’t even necessarily have to wrap it all back around to a happy OT3 scenario. An Ethan who's struggling with Mia’s (actual) death, or even the realisation that he truly can’t deal with all her lies, all while telling himself Heisenberg’s just a rebound fling that doesn’t mean anything – that’s all the angst and pathos and opportunities for filthy smut you could ever ask for! Lean into it! Heck, the Duke tells Ethan outright that he can’t go back to his old life anymore – you could have Ethan decide his own status as a mould-creature makes him too dangerous to go back to Mia and Rose. More angst, more drama, more actual material for narrative conflict!

tl;dr: Write Mia off in a sentence, and not only have you made Ethan look like an asshole, you’ve made your story boring. And thus (thank you for bearing with me) ends my tangent about The State of Wintersberg Fandom, and why Mia deserves more love (from Ethan at least, even if the author can't completely bring themselves to join in).

Getting back to the real topic here: if you are up for letting your resolution involve an OT3 scenario, you’ve got some great options to play with.

Mia bossing the other two around is certainly an angle you could go for, but I think I’d prefer watching Mia and Heisenberg working together to drive Ethan out of his mind (not that options like these are ever mutually exclusive, mind!) But I’m broadly more interested in how you get these three together than what it would look like once they get there. In other words, it’s time to talk Mia and Heisenberg.

As I touched on above, these two do have more in common than it might look at a glance. They’ve both been infected by the mould, they’ve both spent years (or even decades) trapped in dysfunctional, cult-like, mould-controlled families, and had to bottle themselves up and hide behind a persona while working for truly terrible people. They’ve both done some truly terrible stuff themselves, probably watched even worse happen to other innocent people, and presumably internalised some pretty awful excuses for themselves along the way. They’re also both madly in love with Ethan (what, is anyone into wintersberg going to argue with me on that one?) In short, there is no lack of stuff for these two to bond over and find common ground.

I can’t see Mia being too hard to convince if Ethan does want to try an open relationship either. Heck, the first thing we ever see from Mia involves sending Ethan a message where she tries to let him go, because she doesn’t think she’s making it back alive. Her guilt throughout RE7 is palpable, and how much she loves Ethan is the same. I don’t think it’s any stretch to say Mia would be willing to contemplate almost anything if it would make Ethan happy (and frankly, she’s pulled enough shit herself in this relationship that she doesn’t get to get judgy anyhow).

That said, I do think she’d have reasonable concerns about Ethan’s new boyfriend being someone like Heisenberg, but then, he’s hardly any more dangerous than what Mia’s brought to the table herself. If anything, your bigger obstacle would be convincing Ethan that he’s sure enough about whatever’s going on with Heisenberg to admit it at all. But then, I don’t think getting Mia and Heisenberg involved with each other too would be too difficult either.

It doesn’t hurt that Mia has a lot of the same characteristics that probably draw Heisenberg to Ethan: a badass survivor, tough and determined enough to be a little sassy even in the face of danger, but still very vulnerably human underneath. That vulnerable side of Mia is a very important part of her to me – it’s the main aspect in play in the longest thing I’ve (yet) posted with any Mia/Heisenberg interaction, where she’s locked up in Miranda’s lab, and has no good reason to trust him. There’s nothing openly shippy going on in that story, though Heisenberg makes no bones about what he wants with her husband. I’m not sure exactly where things are headed in that universe, but you know there’s drama coming on in that front.

The main point there is that Mia’s not too badass to be intimated by Heisenberg, especially when she’s got her back up against the wall. Take them out of the village, though, and I can see Mia being a much tougher nut to crack.

Which is mostly my way of leading into mentioning that the longest thing I’ve written between them that I haven’t posted yet basically flips the previous scenario: instead of Heisenberg coming to tell Mia he’s after her husband, now it’s Mia coming to tell him she knows what he’s after, and he's about to receive some serious grilling about his intentions. What I realised in writing it was that somewhere in the middle of this conversation, Heisenberg goes from seeing Mia as an obstacle between him and Ethan to seeing her as a potential bonus. He’s impressed with her gall and starting to look at her in a whole new light. This is one ficbit that's definitely going places ‒ only problem being the usual one: I’ve still got to write the rest of the damn fic to get to that scene. (I’m working on it! But you know how it goes.)

That isn’t the only way I can see you getting the three of them together, of course. One interesting alternate possibility might be to suggest that Mia and Heisenberg have met before. Mia seems to have met Miranda (they’ve been photographed together, at least), and it’s not completely beyond the realms of possibility that Miranda might have brought along an ‘assistant’ (slash-bodyguard-slash-whatever else she thinks he’s useful for). And if she’s going to bring any of her ‘children’, Heisenberg is by far the best qualified to pass as normal, hilarious as that should be.

I don’t imagine either Heisenberg of Mia would be eager to admit any of their personal reservations about their respective ‘bosses’ to each other, meeting under circumstances like that. But the possibilities are intriguing nonetheless.

For complete AU territory, however, I don’t think you could find a better start point for an Ethan/Mia/Heisenberg scenario than to introduce Heisenberg as Mia’s ex. He’d be back in her life for Reasons, and Ethan would naturally be more than a little threatened by this huge, hot guy with history with his wife, little realising that Heisenberg’s as interested in Ethan as he is in rekindling anything with her.

Or for doing the whole thing on easy-mode, suppose Mia and Ethan have always been in an open relationship from the start – or that they’ve already had that conversation because Mia’s also in love with Zoe (I meant it when I said I ship them too!) Doesn’t mean there’s no angst or drama potential for Ethan getting involved with Heisenberg: he’s still going to be questioning what’s wrong with him that this guy is turning his crank, or whether it’s remotely appropriate for him to be seeing someone new while he’s got a six-month-old daughter at home. But if nothing else, I can promise you that having a third person around to babysit while Ethan’s ‘busy’ could only do good things for his sex life at this point. ;D

So, yeah – those would be My Thoughts On Mithanberg in a nutshell (or possibly more of a nut bowl, I can never resist the urge turn out a full essay on this stuff). If you’ve got any interest in writing mithanberg yourself, please do consider all these ideas free to a good home! Treating Mia better makes Ethan/Heisenberg better for me, and all those possibilities are right there to explore.

But to finish, have some more random Sims!

There are many more of these if anyone wants to see them, though most are less G-rated ‒ the friend running this household has installed ALL of the porn mods to enhance this little trainwreck.

(Also, before I'm done, just throwing a quick tag at @macgyvertape, since I had to screenshot their ask rather than reply 'officially' so I could reply to the both of them at once.)

#mithanberg #wintersberg #mithan #Ethan Winters #Karl Heisenberg #Mia Winters #Resident Evil Village #asks #meta #LetThatBoyAngst!#Mia Winters week

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crossroadsserpent · 9 months

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Here it is everyone!

Cult Leader! Otis Driftwood x Nephilim! Reader.

(Nephilim reader is Gender Neutral! And I decided that the reader was found and raised by Captain Spaulding. Now they are 25.)

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Warnings: Violence, murder, cursing, cult activities, human sacrifice, heavy kissing, implied 18+ activities (there might be a part two where they do some ritual fucking but I dunno yet.)

Summary:

You've been living with Captain Spaulding since you were 15. Now you're 25 and helping your best friend Otis (much to your dad's chagrin.) with his cult work. Tonight you're helping prepare for another sacrifice, you really arent sure what it's for but you love the rituals and watching Otis do his thing. Tonight he offers for you to help with more than just prepping the victim, tonight he asks you to join in the ritual.

You agreed and help, not knowing that this ritual would end with you showing off your true self.

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You'd been in Ruggsville for almost 11 years, and known the Firefly family for almost 5 of those years. (Spaulding wanted to keep you from them until he was sure you could handle yourself. You ended up accidentally meeting Otis a few days after your 21st birthday.)

In those 5 years you've known the Firefly family you became very close to your best friend Otis. When around the rest of his family he could be pretty rough and cold, but never toward you, you were different, you were.... well... You!

You weren't repulsed by his art, you didn't even flinch when he tried to gross you out, and you dutifully helped him with his rituals. Truthfully, he really liked how you prepared the victims and cleaned the altar before and after the sacrifices, taking your time, making sure that there were no traces left of the sacrifice. Otis also liked it when you watched him preform the rituals and sacrifices, like you were one of his congregation, your pretty eyes watching his every move...

He wished you were part of his congregation, he could take you as his soul mate, keeping you by his side as he preforms his rituals.

But you weren't....

And he needed to stop thinking like that. He is a strong and powerful leader, he can't think like that. Though, a leader always needs a second in command....

There was another ritual tonight and Otis had called you over to prepare the sacrifice, a job you loved to do.

Now you sat infront of a brunette woman who was bound to a chair and gagged to keep her quiet. You were using a rag and a bowl of water to wipe away the sweat and dirt from her face and neck. She looked mortified, which made you let out a soft chuckle. You knew you'd have to do this one more time before the ritual but it was always good to get the caked on dirt off a good while before hand.

"There we go, gotta get ya lookin' all nice for tonight. You're gunna help with somethin', big." You say softly, setting the bowl down on the table, lazily tossing the rag down next to it. It was about time for you to go and clean the large stone altar that sat a good bit into the Firefly family's extensive farmland. You ran into baby on your way out to the barn to get the supplies you needed, her excited smile made you chuckle. "Hey there, Y/N! Where ya headed?" She asked, of course she knew that it was a ritual night, but she always asked questions like that, despite already knowing the answer. "Headin' to the barn to grab a bucket and brush so I can clean up the altar for tonight." You answer as she sits down in the chair you were just in, beginning to poke at the victim. Baby let out a giggle, rolling her eyes at you. "Seriously, Moose! You ain't even part of his group! But you put in more work than most of those lazy ass members!" She really did love that nickname huh?

(You hadn't grown up with Baby, but you'd treated eachother as family since the two of you met. The nickname Moose came from a fight you two had gotten into, she ran at you, attempting to bodyslam you, but somehow you didn't move from your spot. She commented on how you had the strength of a moose... and the nickname Moose stuck.)

Baby also loved teasing you about your willingness to help Otis, even though you never even bothered to ask what his religion was about. She always thought it was pretty stupid that you would help Otis with ritual preparations when most of his followers wouldn't lift a finger to help.

"You know I like helping him, he's my friend. I don't mind doing the work, it's fun." You tell her as you make your way to the door. She laughs. "Yeah, scrubbing blood from that big ass stone altar is soooo 'fun'." She calls after you.

You ignored her, walking out the back door and down the splintering wooden steps off the back porch. The sun was almost behind the trees, but was still making the outside almost unbearably hot. You quickly made your way to the barn, grabbing the metal bucket and scrub brush, being sure to close the barn door when you leave.

After using the outside faucet to fill up the bucket you carried it out to the altar, humming to yourself as you walked.

You stopped humming when you saw the state of the altar. It was coated in dirt, most likely from the recent dust storm. This was gunna take a lot more time than you thought....

Shrugging, you sat the bucket down and dipped the brush into the water, beginning to scrub down the altar. You had to scrub pretty hard to remove the dirt but you finally managed to get it to come off.

You were almost done cleaning the altar when you heard footsteps approaching you from behind. "Damn, Y/N, I have no idea how you always manage to get that altar lookin' so clean." Otis's voice rang out from behind you, the compliment causing you to smile. "Anything is possible with a bit of work." You respond, getting up from your kneeling position, turning to face him. Otis let out a short laugh "Well you do a damn good job! Actually, I wanted to ask ya somethin', if you don't mind, that is."

You nodded, setting the brush down. "Go for it."

Otis sauntered over to the altar, running his fingers across it. "I was thinkin', maybe, you could help me out a bit more with tonight's ritual?" He asked, keeping his eyes off you. You tilted your head slightly, placing your hands on the altar. "What do you need me to help with?" You asked curiously.

Otis cleared his throat "actually, I was hoping you'd join me at tonight's ritual." This is the first time you've ever seen your best friend nervous, usually he was strong and so sure of himself. You think for a moment before responding. "I'd love to, I've seen you preform them a lot, and if I'm being honest, a small bit of me has always wanted to join in." You chuckle.

Otis smiled an almost unnoticeable smile when he heard you say that, His heart skipping a beat. He'd never been more excited for a ritual than right now.

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Night fell and Otis prepared himself for the ritual. You and Rufus moved the still gagged victim from the chair to the altar, tieing her down, leaving her body bare aside from a single stained sheet that covered her torso. Rufus left you to cover the victim in oils, like you'd done with all of the previous victims, the potent smell of lavender, patchouli, and sandalwood filling your nostrils.

Everything was ready, just as the congregation began to arrive, ready to witness Otis's ritual. You quickly move away from the altar, keeping a good distance as you usually did. Clouds had rolled in, covering the the sky in darkness, you hoped that it wouldn't rain during the burning part of the ritual but there was no telling.

In the blink of an eye Otis was standing at the altar wearing the red ritual garb, his painted face illuminated by the soft glow from the lantern that sat at the head of the altar. (The torches that were around the altar didn't offer much light.) His congregation began to chant loudly, waiting for the ritual to begin. Otis let the chanting go on for a minute before raising his arms, causing the chanting to stop all at once leaving nothing but the sound of cicadas and the crackling of the fire from the torches. He glances around, looking over his congregation before beginning to speak.

(I apologize ahead of time for the poorly translated latin.)

"Grata omnia!" {Welcome all}

"Gratias ago tibi magnifico domino!" {Thank you, great lord.} The congregation responded in unison.

"Tonight's sacrifice is an offering to our great leader! May he continue to care for us!" Otis said, his voice strong. The congregation cheered until he raised his arms to quiet them once again. He continued to speak. "We also have a guest joinin' us tonight." He motioned for you to approach the altar.

You hesitated for a second before nervously approaching the altar, stopping when you were at his side. You felt out of place there, with Otis wearing his ritual garb and his congregation all wearing their black cloaks, you wearing your usual attire made you feel like the one odd piece in a puzzle.

He gave you a reassuring smile before introducing you to his congregation, who all seemed to adore you. It all felt so different, you were use to watching from far out if the way, and now you were standing next to Otis infront of his congregation, about to preform a ritual. He opened the book he always read from, beginning to read from it. You couldn't understand anything past the Latin greeting the congregation used so his words left you completely lost.

The wind began to blow as he read, several members whispering to others about the wind being a sign that their leader was among them. You were too busy listening to Otis's amazing voice as he read, each sentence like the roar of a lion... loud, strong, and full of pride!

Once he got to the end he unsheathed his ritual daggar, the razor sharp blade glistened in the lantern light. He held the hilt with both hands, slowly raising the shining blade above his head.

"A morte est potestas!" {There is power from death.}

Down came the blade, plunging into the victim's throat with ease. The congregation cheered as blood poured from the fresh wound. He pulled the blade out and sat is off to the side, picking up the steel goblet from the altar, allowing the blood to drip from the altar into the cup. Once Otis was satisfied with the amount of blood in the goblet he lifted it to his lips, and taking a drink. He then turned to you and offered you the goblet, a gesture that elicited quite a few gasps from his congregation. You hesitated, looking at him with a worried look. "I don't know if I should..." you say softly, feeling even more nervous because of all the eyes on you. Otis shrugged slightly, giving you another barely noticeable smile. "You don't have to, just thought you'd like to give it a try."

There was absolutely no way you could say no to that man. Absolutely no way. You did a pretty good job of hiding your feeling for him (almost as good as he is at hiding his feelings for you.) But every time you looked at that man's face or heard his voice you knew you'd do absolutely anything he asked you to (and vice versa.)

You took the goblet from him, slowly lifting it to your lips. You parted your lips, allowing the metallic tasting liquid to slide down your throat. It wasn't all that pleasant but it did get a genuine smile from Otis.

Drinking that blood may have been a mistake.

A large gust of wind blew past like a freight train, blowing out Otis's lantern and all of the torches around the altar, plunging the world around you into complete darkness.

You started to feel different... you didn't feel like your usual self, no, you actually felt... better?

You felt Otis's hand on your arm as the wind picked up, and thunder roared, then a bolt of lightning flashed, lighting up the world for a second.

Gasps and screams could be heard as the congregation were able to see what was standing beside their leader.

Even Otis let out a surprised noise upon seeing you.... the tattered and skeletal wings protruding from your back, the short obsidian horns coming from your upper forehead, and the glowing gold eye. (yes, only one eye, the other is your natural eye color)

Another bold of lightning flashed, lighting up the world once again, just long enough for you to see the shock and fear in your best friend's eyes.... as well as your own reflection.... that's why everyone was so shocked. It wasn't the lightning that scared them, it was you! You began to panic, pulling your arm out of Otis's grasp (though he wasn't holding you tightly, he was mostly just assuring you that he was still there.) You bolted toward the barn, the lightning lighting your way every few seconds. Once inside you curled up in the corner, burying your face in your hands as you hyperventilate.

It took Otis a minute to process what he had seen, the feeling of you pulling away from him bringing him back to reality. He turned to his congregation, raising his arms to get them to quiet down, and thankfully they do.

"Burn the sacrifice! Don't wait for me!" He ordered, grabbing his lantern before quickly following you to the barn. He entered the barn slowly, relighting his lantern once out of the wind. "Y/n..." He said softly, kneeling down beside you.

"I'm sorry Otis... I-I didn't know this would happen... I didn't mean to ruin your ritual...." You whimpered softly, afraid that he'd never want your help again.

"Ya didn't ruin it, Y/n... the storm did." Otis said, trying to calm you down. You just shake your head "I should have just told you out right... I'm a nephilim... the bastard child of a demon and a human..."

Otis let out a chuckle "Yeah? And that's supposed to change how I feel about ya?" He asked, getting up to hand the lantern from a hook that hung from the rafters of the barn. You snap your head to look at him, not sure if you heard him correctly. "I'm sure you don't wanna be friends with a nephilim..." you say, slowly rising to your feet, keeping your eyes on him. Otis rolls his eyes "I mean, you're right on that one, I don't want to be friends with a nephilim." He says, turning back to you.

Your heart dropped.....

"I-I understand..." You say, your voice close to breaking.

Otis shakes his head "Ya didn't let me finish, quit ya jumpin' there little rabbit." He chuckled softly, stepping closer to you. "I don't want to be friends with a nephilim..." He got closer to you, so close his chest was inches away from touching yours and you could feel his breath on you. He grabbed your shoulders gently, leaning down to ghost his lips over yours. "I wanna be with you..." He said, his voice so soft and low it sounded like a cat purr. Your heart felt as if it could beat out of your chest, you'd wanted this so bad for so long....

"I've wanted to tell you that for so long..." You say breathlessly. Hearing you say that drove Otis crazy, his mind unable to think clearly. He took in a shakey breath before pulling you into a very passionate kiss, his hands moving from your shoulders down to your waist. Your arms shot up around his neck, the feeling of his lips on yours giving you the feeling of fireworks (which you didn't think was real until this moment.)

This kiss quickly turned into a rough and messy make-out session that leaves you both breathless. Otis occasionally leaving a few stray kisses on your neck.

By the time the two of you broke apart his face paint was a mess and you were covered in it. The sight of eachother made you both laugh.

You both were glad you agreed to join in the ritual. Otis promising there are a lot more intimate rituals the two of you can do together. If you want to continue doing rituals with him, that is.

End(?)

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I tried haha. I'm verrryyyy rusty and I'm sorry, I hope this was okay though.

#Spotify #otis b driftwood x reader #otis b driftwood #otis driftwood x reader #otis driftwood #otis #house of 1000 corpses #three from hell #devils rejects #x reader

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foxgloveinspace · 10 months

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Hi, it’s come to my attention I should probably share my Sleep Token Fan Fics on this website, so here is an official post I’ll update and stuff.

I want to say, publicly here, I am Not shipping the band members. I am, shipping their stage personas, and do not want to even think of them off stage in that way (because shipping real people makes me uncomfortable). I have separated the characters and the people who play them so much that I forget I’m even writing about Sleep Token. Ok? Even if they are just playing up their own personalities, they are still putting on a show, and putting on characters.

That being said:

All my Sleep Token fics are in a series (so far). All you need to know is that it’s set in an au where they are not a band, just a cult and a polycule, and Sleep is a loving but mean dom. And it’s all an excuse to write smut about sub!Vessel. Cause I love content where he gets to be a #mess, and I remembered I can make it myself lol.

You need to be logged into your ao3 account to be able to read my fic, I locked them all a few years ago when people where copying fics to other websites with pay walls, and I left them locked. I’m glad I did cause there’s a lot of scams happening right now anyway. Make sure to also read all the tags on the fics! And I usually put trigger warnings in the beginning notes!

Give In Again and Let Me Lay (My Arms Belong Around You)

Tags:

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply, Vessel/Sleep, background I/II/III/IV (polyvessels), Vessel (Sleep Token), Sleep (Sleep Token), IV (Sleep Token), II (Sleep Token), III (Sleep Token), Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, but theres a tiny tiny bit of plot. Dom/sub,Orgasm Delay/Denial, Multiple Orgasms, Mildly Dubious Consent, Mentioned Tentacles (past), Bondage, Cis Vessel (Sleep Token), (sorry about that one), Witch-y Vessel, Non-Human Character, Non-Human Genitalia, (for Sleep), Do NOT copy to another website

Sleep only came to his room for two reasons, the first and most common, was when Sleep wanted Vessel to try some new magic or ritual, ones that would leave him tired enough that he might pass out immediately after. Those were usually his least favorite, the magic and energy draining from him left him feeling empty and hollow for weeks after, and the accomplishment of getting it right eventually was bittersweet, and not fulfilling. He felt useless as Sleep’s weapon in those moments, but he would do what was asked of him.

But the excitement in the way that Sleep had tugged at their link made Vessel shudder, and not in complete apprehension.

Vessel shuts himself in his room, working on a project. He doesn't realize how long it's been since he's left his room to do more than eat, and accidentally worries the others to the point that they get their god involved.

I am the Shadow, You’re the Passenger

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No Archive Warnings Apply, Vessel/II/III/IV, Vessel/iii, Vessel (Sleep Token), III (Sleep Token), II (Sleep Token), IV (Sleep Token), Fluff and Smut, Hurt/Comfort, Porn with Feelings, Light BDSM, Light Dom/sub, (but so little it's blink and you'll miss it), Not a Band AU, Technically This Is A, Cult AU, Domestic Fluff, Trans II (Sleep Token), Trans III (Sleep Token), light body horror, Do NOT copy to another website

Vessel had felt III’s eyes on him since the beginning of The Punishment, as he had started referring to it in his mind. He had felt all of his other’s eyes on him since the beginning of the Punishment. It had only been a week or so, but it had been obvious with III, as if he hadn’t even been trying to hide it. And knowing III he wasn’t, Vessel would turn and catch his eye, as if III was waiting to catch him out. Vessel still flinched back every time, tried to stop it from happening and only made it worse.

It wasn’t like he was shy about it, as if he was completely insecure about what he had done for his god, it was just that he was unused to being so open, even to the other vessels. And a week without the mask wasn’t going to change that, he doubted even the month would.

Vessel can't sleep, III helps. In the process, III finds out Vessel thinks none of his others like his eyes.

Something You Say or Something You Do (A Taste of the Divine)

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Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Free Use Vessel, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Penis In Vagina Sex, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Foursome - M/M/M/M, Magic, Cult AU, No band AU, Vessel has a magic vagina in this one (just... read it I guess), Trans II, Trans III, Cis IV, Cis Vessel, yes I know., Dom/sub, Dom II, Dom IV, Switch III, Sub Vessel, Dom Sleep, (but Sleep is not here for this one), Cunnilingus, Long Shot, Vibrators, light body horror

He blinked at the ceiling as Sleep chuckled in his mind, and then Sleep spoke,

“Good morning, my vessels.”

Vessel felt the stirrings from the other bonds, the others greeting their god, and he pushed back on Sleep, a good morning of his own, without words.

“I will not be able to be there today for worship as discussed, I will be around within the next 86 hours,” He felt amusement from the others and himself at the use of specific hours from their god, used to it by now but still so endearing, “but because of this I decided that One shall be yours for the day.”

Or, Vessel wakes up on a morning of worship, only to find out their god has made some changes to him in the night. Oh, and Sleep cannot come that day, so he's giving the Others a treat. Vessel.

Take a Bite (of Me)

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No Archive Warnings Apply, Sleep/Vessel (Sleep Token), Background Polyvessels, Background II/III/IV/Sleep/Vessel, Sleep (Sleep Token), Vessel (Sleep Token), Biting, Oral, Light Dom/sub, PWP, Blow Jobs, Non-Human Genitalia, so much cum (idk how else to tag this and nothing is coming up oof), Soft Sleep (Sleep Token), Soft Vessel (Sleep Token), Still a little fucky wucky tho? At least to me, Do NOT Copy To Another Webiste

He was home alone, the lights were low, so there was only the lamp behind him where he was sitting on the couch, casting a warm glow over him and his book.

He was home alone, until he felt the crackle in the air, the shift in the pressure, the feeling of his god materializing in the portal that was, for all purposes an empty room they called his, the door of which when opened by Sleep would be the gateway to his world, the world of gods. Vessel only felt the change when he was in the living room or kitchen in a clear open space with the door, but he was glad for it this time, marking his page by dog earring it, and tossing it on the coffee table, as he felt Sleep come up to the back of the couch and loom over him, casting shadow in the golden glow.

Or; Sleep is in a softer mood, and decides to indulge in Vessel's love of his mouth, covering him in hickies.

All Your Darkest Impulses

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No Archive Warnings Apply, IV/Sleep (Sleep Token), IV/Sleep/Vessel (Sleep Token), Background Polyvessels, Vessel (Sleep Token), IV (Sleep Token), Sleep (Sleep Token), PWP, Dom/sub, Bottom IV, Sub IV, Top Sleep, Dom Sleep, Mildly Dubious Consent, Voyeurism, Overstimulation, Non-Human Genitalia, (for Sleep), Vessel POV, Coming In Pants, (For Vessel UwU), Punishment, worship kink, (thats not a tag??), Do NOT copy to another website

Sleep sighed, and stretched his arms wide, in his humanoid form again, and Vessel was starting to associate the form with worship with his god. He turned and leaned back on the counter, watching as Sleep walked into the room, and Sleep’s eyes caught his, but they didn’t hold his attention long, his eyes wondering almost lazily to IV, who was still sitting at the table though his back was ramrod straight, and his hands were in his lap. Vessel could see the way they were clenching and unclenching.

Sleep’s eyes didn’t leave IV, and then there was a soft glow that seemed to be coming from behind them, and IV’s head tilted down. Sleep nodded once to himself, and stepped forward to him, holding out his hand to IV, and hesitantly IV placed his hand in Sleeps. He was tugged up to his feet, and then they were starting to walk away.

Sleep decides it's time to punish IV for the stunt he pulled when Sleep couldn't be there to watch Vessel between II and III. Vessel gets to watch.

Let Me Wrap the Chain

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No Archive Warnings Apply, Sleep/Vessel (Sleep Token), II/III/IV/Sleep/Vessel (Sleep Token), II/III/IV/Vessel (Sleep Token), Vessel (Sleep Token), Sleep (Sleep Token), II (Sleep Token), III (Sleep Token), IV (Sleep Token), PWP, Tentacles, Tentacle Sex, Mildly Dubious Consent, Non-Human Genitalia, technically, Non-Human Character, Tentacle Monster Sleep, Overstimulation, Do NOT copy to another website

Sleep was floating in the middle of their living room when they walked in the door, his from his second favorite, a mass of wriggling tentacles that had no business being inside such a small apartment, but it was, and it had been before, had been in his room before as impossible as it felt, with his little glances to Sleep now; blocking the lights and casting long shadows over the walls.

It's tentacle smut guys, idk what else to say lol.

Important Authors Note in the notes of this fic.

#very much so #sleep token #sleep token fic #my fanfic writing #is this technically #worship #?? still not sure what counts tbh #it’s all smut babes

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dewitty1 · 2 years

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Fic Recs Wrap Up -April 2022

you’ve got the antidote for me by Kandakicksass

When Harry Potter unintentionally severs their soulbond before it can fully form, Draco Malfoy resigns himself to a slow death and decides not to burden Harry with a soulmate he’s made it very clear he doesn’t want. He’s never been selfless before, but for Harry, he can try. Rec Post

Dress Me Up In My Finest Silk by Hatsonhamburgers @hatsonhamburgers

Draco has a secret. It's soft and lacy, and it hugs his body in a way that makes him feel so sexy.

Harry may have accidentally seen Draco's secret, and now it's all he can think about. Rec Post

Lessons in Grace and Decorum by GallaPlacidia

In Azkaban, Narcissa Malfoy gives Draco lessons in how to manipulate people into loving him. When Draco is released on the condition that he is bonded to Harry as his prisoner, he finally has a chance to put his newfound skills into practice. Forced bonding, eighth year (eventually), a Draco driven slightly mad by grief, a furious, self-destructive Harry, a whole lot of angst and a proportionate amount of comfort. Rec Post

Fast Forward, Two Steps Back by emmagrant01

Everyone knows that Draco Malfoy died in the Room of Requirement ten years ago. So when he suddenly reappears at Hogwarts ten years later, still seventeen years old, Professor Harry Potter’s life gets very complicated. Rec Post

Stupid Love by The_Sinking_Ship @the-sinking-ship

Harry Potter, how does Draco Malfoy hate thee? Let me count the ways. Rec Post

I Want to be With You (I’m Good at It) by punk_rock_yuppie @punk-rock-yuppie

Draco was banned from the wizarding world after the events of the war; he reintegrates himself slowly, with unexpected results. Rec Post

Accidental Magic by vivi1138 @penguinanimagus

After the war, Draco left the magical world. He doesn’t lead the easiest life, doesn’t sleep enough and has another mouth to feed. He doesn’t expect to be forced to go back early, but when his son’s accidental magic threatens the Statute of Secrecy, there’s only one person who can help.

Expectant by loveglowsinthedark @l0vegl0wsinthedark

After he accidentally gets Malfoy pregnant on a drunken fuck at a club, Harry doesn't anticipate that it'd be just as easy to fall in love with him. Rec Post 1, 2

Here are a few more fics I've read recently that y'all might like to check out as well! (ﾉ^ヮ^)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧

Vis-à-Vis-à-Vis by Vukovich @vukovich

Harry's assignment was simple. Close out Draco Malfoy's missing persons case so he can be declared dead.

But who's making withdrawals from Malfoy's vaults? How is a death omen-turned-Unspeakable involved? Is an organization known as the Moirai to blame?

Harry brushes it off until he can't. Until The Prophet is flooded with sightings of dead people. Until Robards throws himself on his sword. Until Ron turns on his own family. Until Harry scarcely trusts his own reflection in the mirror and trusts the stranger in his bed even less.

Until all that stands between war and peace is Harry, a name plate, a stadium of murderers, and Draco Malfoy.

God save the Ministry.

DIY Messiah by scoradh

Harry stopped hating Draco Malfoy on Bring Your Kids to Work Day.

Harry Potter and the Chariot of the Sun by Philosopherscribe

Hot on the trail of a Dementor-worshipping cult, Harry plays a dangerous game with an old enemy.

Little Deaths and How to Avoid Them (or Draco Malfoy's Guide to Stop Dying and Start Living Instead) by dustmouth, nerakrose @greaseonmymouth

Malfoy is way too interested in coroner reports for somebody who's definitely not looking for ways to die, Harry wants to be friends with him, and Ginny wants to break up with Harry.

Features: Little League Quidditch, an abundance of bath bombs, happy endings, and gay robots in space.

The Garland Gay by Vaysh @vaysh11

Draco Malfoy has it all – sex, money, power. But a family secret threatens to become the undoing of the successful head of Malfoy Bank. His troubles bring him to private investigator Harry Potter, who lost it all – girlfriend, Galleons, Auror career – over a tenacious obsession with a certain blond. Both become entangled in the vengeful schemes of a stranger from the past. As much as Draco tries to resist, in the end, he must make a fateful choice for the man he is destined to love.

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I hope you enjoy these as much as I have! Thanks, as always, for being here! ( ᵕ́ૢ‧̮ᵕ̀ૢ)‧̊·*

Happy reading, y’all!

xoxo Carey

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rosemaidenvixen · 6 months

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“What are you doing out here in the woods?” (Tales of Arcadia)

This one was heavily inspired by @earth-ambassador-jim's Something's Wrong with Arcadia series, so if you liked this, give that a read.

Ao3

“Man I still think you’re crazy for taking such a late job in Arcadia of all places,”

Miguel just laughed into the phone, making sure to keep his eyes on the road as he drove through the night, trees lining either side of the road “Dude I know it’s surrounded by spooky woods, and a bunch of people disappeared back in the great depression–”

“Don’t forget the mysterious lights in the forest, cryptid sightings, the missing kids in the eighties, the cult activity in the twenties, witchcraft allegations going back since the town was founded–”

“Felipe, I love you, but if I come back and find you burning sage and sprinkling holy water I’m breaking up with you,”

“So oujia boards are cool? Good to know,”

Miguel felt his lips twitch into a smile, not for the first time he was grateful that Felipe was willing to call and keep him company during his drives back from these late night jobs “Yeah Oujia boards are fine, but if I come home and find you levitating on the ceiling with your head spinning around I’m not cleaning up the vomit,”

“That’s fai– oh shoot. Mind if I go? I accidentally knocked over the pot and need both hands to clean it up,”

“No problem, I’ll see you at home,”

“Thanks, love you, bye,”

“Bye, love you to,”

Miguel dropped his phone into the cupholder, focusing his attention back on navigating the dark road. Felipe might take all that hocus pocus stuff seriously, and Miguel would never belittle him over it, but for him it had never held much water.

Witches and monsters weren’t real, people just made them up to explain things they didn’t understand. Or nowadays, things they didn’t want to understand.

The homeless people in the thirties probably disappeared because some rich guy hired thugs to chase them out of town, the kids in the eighties were probably because no one wanted to believe Mr. Sparkly Clean nine-to-five was a creep with a thing for little kids, and witchcraft? A woman says she wants more out of life than a husband and kids and suddenly everyone’s calling her a witch. Tale as old as time right ther–

Miguel did a double take, tapping the gas until his car stopped completely, certain he didn’t actually see what he thought he saw, but there it was.

A girl, walking through the trees away from the road deeper into the forest. If not for the bright bleached streaks in her hair, he would have missed her. She was so deep in the trees in just a few moments she’d vanish from sight. It was a miracle he’d spotted her in the first place.

There were only a few reasons he could think of for a girl to be out here at this hour, and none of them were good.

Before he knew what he was doing Miguel was pushing open his door, leaving the warm, well lit interior of his car to race into the chill of the woods lit only by patchy moonlight.

Even as he sprinted through the trees, slowly but surely closing the gap between him and the girl, part of him knew just how bone headed this was. Pulling over to chase some random girl through the woods in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night was beyond stupid.

But the only reason a girl would be out here so late was if she was in some kind of trouble, even if she didn’t realize it yet, and he refused to stand by and do nothing while an innocent kid got hurt.

So he sped on.

He nearly lost her a few times, struggling to keep sights on her bone white hair as he raced through the woods, barely able to see enough to keep from slamming into trees.

Finally, mercifully, she stopped, allowing Miguel to catch up to her.

“Hey!” he shouted.

The girl whipped around, piercing him with a wide eyed gaze. Now that he got close he could see she was younger than he first thought, he wasn’t quite old enough to be her dad but it was close.

“Hey kid,” he stumbled to a stop, breathing hard “What are you doing out here in the woods, are you ok?” he extended a hand towards her “You shouldn’t be out here alone. Do you need help? I have a car, I can give you a ride wherever you need to go,”

The girl didn’t move, eyeing his outstretched hand, not with fear, but certainly with caution.

He hesitated, hand frozen in midair, sudden awareness of the situation bleeding into him. He was a grown man who had just chased a teenage girl through the woods in the middle of nowhere. From her perspective he probably came off as a creep, and he couldn’t blame her. She had every reason to not want to get in a car with a strange man that chased her through the woods.

Flustered now, he dropped his hand and took several large steps back “Sorry I mean…how about I call someone for you, or is there anyone nearby who…”

Eye adjusting to the gloom, he noticed their surroundings for the first time.They were in a small clearing, unlit candles and bundles of plants and flowers scattered around, small stones set up on the ground in a circle with some kind of design inside–

Oh wait, that was a pentagram.

He eyed the girl again, more pensive now. Did this kid…sneak out to play around with pretend magic in the woods? Granted that was probably the safest scenario for a kid being out here, but still–

All of a sudden purple light flared in the clearing, the previously unlit candles now glowing with violet flames.

Miguel jerked and scrambled back, heart shooting up into his throat.

“What the he–”

A dark shadow loomed over him. Miguel didn’t even have time to squeak before something grabbed him by the wrist and lifted him up into the air, dangling like a ragdoll.

There was a scream building in his throat but as soon as he saw who– or more accurately what was holding him it withered and died, leaving him gaping like a fish.

Some kind of…creature, that was the only word that could describe it, stared back at him, glowing gold eyes against black sclera, fanged mouth pulled into a scowl, ivory horns curling down from its head. It was human…shaped, but not human, not even close. It looked like it was made of rock. Crumbling, rotting stone slowly being reclaimed by vines and lichen, the fingers clamped around his wrist stiff and cold as stone.

But even though its body looked half decayed there was nothing withered or feeble about the cold fire in its gaze.

“You dare trespass on my apprentice’s lessons?” the creature snarled, voice every bit as low and gravely as he imagined coming from a stone creature “To steal knowledge that is not rightfully yours?”

Miguel didn’t know if the creature expected a response or not, but he couldn’t speak if he wanted to, heartbeat pounding and blood rushing in his ears.

“He saw me coming out here,” the girl spoke up for the first time, the creature whirling and inadvertently giving Miguel a glimpse of her.

“So you were followed…” the creature mused “Well then what do you propose we do with this interloper?”

The girl just shrugged “Take him back to his car and leave him there, he’ll never be able to find this place again, and even if he tries to tell people no one will believe him,”

The creature mulled over her words “You are correct, and besides, I have a feeling this human would be more trouble dead than alive,”

Miguel still couldn’t move, but he felt the little stutter his heartbeat made at the word ‘dead’.

“Remain here, I will return,”

The creature turned and walked away, Miguel still clasped tight in its grip. With the thing’s long strides before he knew it they were back beside Miguel’s parked car. Miguel found himself being lowered to the ground, the bottoms of his shoes touching pavement.

But the creature’s grip didn’t loosen, his stony fingers tightening around his wrist, so cold it nearly burned.

“Listen well human and remember,” the creature leaned in close, gold eyes piercing into him, staring straight down into his soul “Do not meddle in affairs beyond your reckoning,”

Miguel was pinned in place under the force of the creature’s cold gaze, wrist locked in its stony grip, heart frozen and chilled through to the bone with fear. He couldn’t move, his body didn’t feel like his own, but somehow Miguel found himself nodding his head.

With that the creature released him, pivoting around and stepping back into the woods without looking back. Within a few seconds he vanished entirely, almost like he was never there.

Just like that the world started turning again, suddenly he was hyper aware of his pounding heart, the tremor rushing through him. Staggering on his knees and nearly collapsing right then and there. Shaking, Miguel somehow scrambled back into his car, fumbling for the keys with badly trembling hands. He finally managed to start the engine and grip the steering wheel when he noticed.

There on his wrist, at the exact same spot where the creature had grabbed him, the skin was colored by ink black marks, not unlike tattoos, impressions of the clawed, inhuman hand that had grabbed him.

He didn’t move for a solid thirty seconds. Just sitting there staring at those marks. Somewhere deep down in some murky, instinctive pit of his hindbrain Miguel knew that there would be no surgery or treatment that could erase those marks. They would be with him for the rest of his life. Even when he was an old man dying in his bed in his nineties, those fingerprints on his wrist would still be as fresh and crisp as they were now.

Listen well human and remember, do not meddle in affairs beyond your reckoning

Fighting off the fresh wave of tremors that threatened to overtake him, Miguel pulled out and sped away down the dark road, desperate to leave the forests of Arcadia, and all that they concealed, behind.

#tales of arcadia #trollhunters #claire nuñez #angor rot #original character #fanfic #rmvwrites #halloween prompts

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