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tyrantisterror · 3 months

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My Personal History with My Good Friend, Satan

My first encounter with The Devil - that I can remember, at least - came when I was about three or so. My mom liked to borrow VHS tapes from libraries to show me and my siblings a lot, and one of the libraries she used was the one at our church. It was a small and obviously very religion-centric collection, but it left a notable mark on me - like, that's where I saw this weird, kinda shitty cartoon version of The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe which might be responsible for irreconcilably fucking up my taste in women? I just have this distinct memory of watching the scene where Edmund is tempted by the White Witch and thinking, "Yeah, he's making the right call." If anything I was frustrated that he hesitated - three year old me was already simping for this woman. Just imagine a child channeling Ernie Hudson in Ghostbusters and growling, "When a terrifying and beautiful woman offers you candy and a private sleigh ride, you say YES!" and that's basically me as a kid.

Where was I? Right, Satan. So, the other video from that library I remember was this cartoon retelling of Bible stories, and really I just remember the Adam and Eve part. The temptation scene had this huge, super gnarly-looking demonic red snake in it, and he was so cool and badass and I was already predisposed to like snakes anyway, so of course he was my instant favorite. But, like almost all media featuring reptiles that captured my little child heart, he turned out to be the bad guy - literally The Devil, in this case - and was punished at the end of the story. And that pissed me off.

Sometime shortly thereafter - or at least that's how I remember it, this was over thirty years ago so things might be smushed closer together than they really were by the fog of ages - some of the kids in my preschool chastised me for liking snakes. "Don't you know the devil is a snake? Snakes are evil!" I remembered the movie, and it made me angry.

Because snakes aren't evil, and as a kid I knew that because my parents taught me it. Snakes were just animals, they don't know right from wrong, and to call them evil it to judge them for what they are, not what they do. That experience taught me a very important lesson: The Devil is a tool to make people hate the innocent. And as I'd later learn, snakes were far from the only innocents people would vilify because of a demonic association.

The second time I met the devil came a few years later, when I was six or seven or so. My Grampa and Grams liked to take us up North to Mackinac City and the Upper Peninsula each summer, and I have a lot of fond memories of those trips, but there was one in particular that's relevant to this discussion. We saw a sign for a "laser light show" in the shopping district, and I got to stay up late to see it with my family. The show in question was basically a cartoon projected into the night sky adapting the song The Devil Went Down to Georgia. It was super primitive and hokey and cornball and terrible and I loved every second of it. I was enchanted, absolutely delighted with the spectacle and the silly song where the devil was less a force of evil and more a comically bumbling inept supervillain - one of my favorite archetypes, even back then. So that's the second lesson about the devil I learned: The Devil can be fun sometimes.

Now, Godzilla, one of the few reptile characters I encountered as a kid who didn't end up a villain (at least not in the first movie of his I saw, Godzilla vs. Megalon), had already set me on the path to loving monsters of all stripes and, by extension, horror fiction in general, so as I grew up I had many more encounters with the devil. But while I warmed up quickly to most monster archetypes, like vampires, zombies, werewolves, etc., I always felt dismissive of demons. It kind of coincided with me becoming disillusioned with Christianity as a whole, in fact. A story about fighting evil, Christian-style demons is ultimately an allegory for fighting evil as defined by Christianity, and Christianity's definition of what evil is, well, sucks. It's bad! They got some things right, but some things horribly wrong. The devil is the tool Christianity uses to make you hate the innocent, and I struggled to enjoy a lot of demon stories because of that. Still do with some, in fact.

There were exceptions, of course - I loved The Evil Dead series as soon as I saw it at too-early-of-an-age, but then, the demons in it aren't super Christian. They aren't repelled by holy water or crucifixes or prayer, and in fact God and Jesus barely get mentioned in the series and never come up as a potential solution. They're kind of secular as demons go, and maybe that made them easier to stomach. But overall, demons ranked pretty low in the hierarchy of monsters to me - they were too tainted by the religion that spawned them for me to enjoy.

Until college, anyway. I quietly renounced my faith during my Freshmen year, and then, as if seeking one last chance at redemption in my eyes, the devil came to me again the following year. That's when I had a class on Medieval literature, and was exposed to far older devil stories than I had ever seen before. And Medieval devils kick ass. They have so much more personality and variety than I had come to expect, and some are downright affable, even sympathetic to a degree. It was one of many moments in college when I realized there was much more to a topic I'd previously written off as boring and trite.

This is when I read Dante's The Divine Comedy and Milton's Paradise Lost and Marlowe's Faust and Ben Johnson's The Devil Is An Ass. It's when I read early Gothic Horror novels like Matthew Gregory Lewis's The Monk, and dived into The Twilight Zone, which has more than a few episodes that are updates of medieval-style devil folktales in a more modern (i.e. 1960's) setting. And so many of these works presented the Devil not as a stand-in for everything Christianity hates, but as a person - a deeply flawed person, yes, but a person with actual wants and feelings and thoughts of his own, a person who was interesting and compelling - and sometimes funny, and sometimes charming, and sometimes really sad. There was, dare I say... sympathy for the devil growing in my heart.

In the last year of my undergraduate studies, I attended my college's yearly Medieval Studies Congress, where people from all over the world came to Kalamazoo just to share their research papers on medieval history and literature. One girl's thesis paper was on the subject of "rueful devils," i.e. depictions of demons in literature where they wanted to repent their sins and redeem themselves, which uniformly ended with the devils' hopes being dashed as they could not fully repent. This idea... possessed me. The idea that the devil could repent, or at least try to - that there could be hope even in the most debauched sinner. It was such a good narrative trope in my eyes - why did it die out centuries ago?

Well, because the church didn't like it, you see. If the devil can repent - if the Absolute King of Evil can choose to become a good person - then he's not very useful as a tool to make people hate the innocent anymore. The devil MUST be "pure evil" to work as intended. A rueful devil, a repentant devil, a devil that can be redeemed, forces us to be more forgiving and kind. It forces us to be better. It prevents us from hating people because an old book says so. And some people just couldn't have that, and so the trope died.

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After I got my bachelor's degree, I entered the job market and, after applying to fifty different places or so, was finally hired as a high school english teacher about two weeks before the school year started. Said school year was the worst year of my life. Like, I've had extreme self loathing issues and suicidal ideation since, like, sixth grade, but holy shit it was NEVER as bad as it was in that nine month stretch between 2012 and 2013. There was this bridge I had to cross on the way to work each morning, and about two months in the job was so stressful that part of my morning routine was thinking, "You know, if I just swerve to the right, this can all be over and I'll never have to worry again." About halfway in I began drastically losing weight despite not changing my diet or getting more exercise and it was so traumatic that to this day whenever my weight starts to drop my initial reaction is dread rather than excitement. I impulse bought the first two Kung-Fu Panda movies and, after watching each for the first time and crying hideously, proceeded to watch them on repeat for an entire weekend while sobbing myself hoarse for reasons I couldn't comprehend at the time.

I was in Hell. And the devil met me there.

I started writing a story during that year. I didn't get very far, just a couple chapters, but it was one of the few things that gave me a sense of accomplishment. Despite all the stress and sadness and misery, I made something. It was a story about demons, and Hell, and trying to make your life better even when the world around you seems deadset on making you suffer as much as possible.

When my bosses called me into their office at the end of that year and told me that I had to quit my job so the assistant principal could take my teaching position and survive the downsizing they'd get next year, and that if I didn't quit they'd give me the lowest teacher evaluation they could and make it supremely difficult for me to get hired elsewhere... I was relieved. I'd been let out of Hell. After a handful of months left to finish out the year, I was free.

And then I went home, with nothing. No job, no desire to pursue the career for which I'd spent five years and an ungodly amount of money getting a degree to pursue, no nest egg, nothing. Nothing except a few chapters of a book.

The years that followed were hard. I did a lot of temp work, it took me a very long time to find something that worked for me. I may have left the worst year of my life, but there was still a lot of misery waiting for me. And through it all, I felt the need to accomplish... something, ANYTHING. I had to make something to prove I had a reason to exist, even if it was something that only had value to me.

With three years of work, those chapters became my first novel, No Sympathies: A Tale of Those Who Trespass Against Us. It was about the devil, and Hell, and finding salvation even when things seem inescapably bleak. It was my first novel, and now, eight years later, it's the first of five.

The devil saved my life. He saw me at my lowest, lifted me up, whispered, "It'll be ok. You have to keep going. I'll be with you, but you have to keep going," and goddammit, he kept me from swerving right.

That's when I learned the greatest truth about the devil, at least to me. The devil is a tool to make people hate the innocent, yes, this is true, but because of that, the devil can be a savior for the broken, the beaten, and the damned. You can feel like you're worthless, wretched, and doomed. But if the devil can rise from Hell, if the devil can choose to change, if people are willing to pray for the one sinner who needs it most - then there's hope for you too, isn't there?

Demons are creatures of rebellion - against God, against nature, against the powers that be, against doom and damnation itself. They were made to be a tool to hurt the innocent, but that's not what they have to be. Devils can lift us up, because no matter how far you fall, no one can say whether it's the end for you except you.

...I would like to point out that I am being figurative here. The devil does not literally exist, at least not in my view of things. He's a fictional character, nothing more. But he's a prolific fictional character, and how we portray him can say so much about us. And, to me, he is a dear friend, despite being imaginary, because the devil was there for me when I was low, and it was on his wings that I rose from doom.

...again, figuratively, not literally.

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ragingstillness · 6 days

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Second black butler meta I can’t help but post:

I absolutely adore black butler and Yana by association because of how incredibly self-aware it is. You don’t really recognize it on the first watch, especially if you only see the first season (or the forbidden second season), but the minute you reread/rewatch and have a larger context, it immediately becomes clear. I own a copy of the first manga volume and in the author’s note Yana makes a point of saying that her editor practically laughed her out of the room for suggesting a story about a character who is both a demon and a butler. So right off the bat, expectations set: this is going to be weird and wild.

And it is, but it’s also very aware of that. The little nods to historical events and discoveries, the blatant stealing of tropes from shonen and shoujo manga, the narrator-like quality of Sebastian’s cutaways, it’s almost a fourth wall break, an invitation to laugh at things that aren’t necessarily meant to be funny but are funny in larger context. For the most part the characters take their lives seriously and the audience gets the dramatic irony but that’s not always the case, see: Sebastian losing it over Ciel blushing at Lizzie, that stupid Phoenix pose, Ciel barely keeping it together as Lizzy plops a pink bonnet on Sebastian’s head. It’s funny from both a general and ironic perspective.

Within the assumption of the story being weird and wild Yana gets to do a lot of genre shifting and frankly I love it. One minute we’re hunting Jack the Ripper, next we’re training to be pop stars, then we’re fighting werewolves, then we’re navigating a cricket game at boarding school. Not a lot of stories get away with that much genre shifting in quick succession but Black Butler does it effortlessly.

They’re particularly good at catching the reader off guard with a funny moment in a serious scene but even better at turning something fun dark on a dime. This is very very hard to do and Yana gets away with it because of how neatly she’s melded the different aspects of the story much like how she melded Sebastian’s character traits.

Ciel is an emotionally immature 13-year-old boy but he’s also an extremely traumatized orphan with murderous tendencies. Sebastian is both a polished servant and a savage demon. Finny is a happy gardener and a disillusioned former test subject. Mey-Rin is a clumsy maid and a former child soldier. Bard is a useless arrogant cook and a soldier running to and from every battlefield he sees.

The ability of these things to coexist, allows for the side by side existence of Ciel failing to be a circus performer and fighting through a flashback to murder a sadistic serial killer. If the story didn’t embody the complexity of the characters and vice versa, one of the two would feel odd and jarring. It’s a beautiful depiction of the chicken and the egg question of plot being driven by character but also driving character.

The genre switching is also just fun, because it pulls in an element often seen in fanfiction which is the AU (alternate universe). While the different arcs still exist in the same universe, the vital aspect of “how would these characters react in this situation” is maintained.

#meta #black butler #kuroshitsuji #my writing #kuroshitsuji meta #black butler meta #sebastian michaelis #ciel phantomhive

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whereserpentswalk · 6 months

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Stop judging humanoids on weather they're good or evil based on how inhuman they are. I've seen far too many human and human passing "allies" make these claims. You have to realize how destructive it can be.

Members of the android, robot, AI and cyborg communities aren't going to have or express emotions in the same way. Most of them aren't going to emote with their faces or voices, and when they are it's often nothing more then an preformence for humans, the equivalent of forcing you to write emojis at the end of every word to show how you feel. Some of them don't even have emotions the way we do at all and that's ok. Just because you're robot freind doesn't emote at all, or says they don't experience an emotion you find important in the way humans understand it, doesn't mean they're going to hurt you.

Most vampires and other undead (Undead isn't a slur btw despite what some will tell you, and if it ever was it's long since been reclaimed) aren't going to suddenly act warm and compassionate just because they're good people. Most of them are going to still act and think in ways completely alien to how predead people do, most of them are still going to be focused on drives like gaining power or feeding and asking them not to would be terrible for their mental health, most of them don't move in humanoid ways even if they're bodies are vaugly humanoid. They might not hurt people, but that doesn't mean they're going to be nice and freindly by human standards. Also, very important, don't hug your undead freinds, most of them feel nothing from physical affection, or find it actively uncomfortable or painful, and most a vampire might want to be pet with two or three fingers like a reptile would be.

Demons and other eldrich horrors don't have to fight agaisnt the forces of the abyss to be good people. A human freindly demon or horror might even fight for the abyss, just in a non destructive way. Every demon or horror is going to see themselves differently for being paradoxical to reality, but its almost never healthy for them to hate themselves for it. Most demons still are driven by hedonism and desire even if they know not to torture or corrupt people for fun.

Also please don't fetishize Werewolves or encourage taking advantage of them when they're highly wolfed. It's gross and in a lot of cases is a violation of consent.

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ayyyez · 1 month

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Hey, weird question because my friend and I were debating this. In a world of Werewolves, Vampires, and Witches, what would Tobirama be?

Witch hands down. Now, like, aesthetically he could fit vampire and would, respectfully, be a very sexy vampire and he’d be good at the brooding etc but from a character analysis POV I’m just seeing witch.

With all the jutsu he comes up with, the abilities he has, the way he thinks about things and (to me) just screams wanting to be around nature (trees and water). It’s giving witch.

Out of the founders Madara gives more werewolf because of the deep rooted emotions of the Uchiha the abilities (see the two aesthetics of regular appearance and Sharingan and other evolutions vs human and werewolf) but also the inner turmoil of fighting against his ‘inner beast or demons’ or whatever when he’s younger and village days. He’s also just a gremlin who fits that 10/10 and would totally strip in a forest under a full moon but I digress…

Tobirama would also be super committed to learning everything arcane. Like he just has that focus to dedicating himself to it and mastering everything. It fits him. Also the whole taking out someone with the flick of his wrist and uttering some words? That’s so him.

I can see arguments for him fitting into either of the three but for me witch is strongest. The other two feel more aesthetic than anything. But it’s all fun so

#ask #ez speaks #ninininigumdrop #tobirama #senju tobirama #tobirama headcanon #nart #madara #madara uchiha

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apples-and-heartbreak · 4 months

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I feel like when I’m reading or watching something, for me to like a hero, they have to

1) have ambition about anything

2) not be annoying

3) not excuse their shitty behaviour with their shitty childhood

4) not be so self-righteous they don’t see their own flaws

For these reasons I hate with a burning passion Jace Herondale, Clary Fairchild, Eli Ever, Tiberius “Cal” Calore VIII, Dean Winchester, and Legend/Dante Santos

Jace is constantly doing something shitty in every book and people don’t care and they just put up with it for some reason. In CoG he belittles Clary because he wants to push her away but keeps coming back to her. He also keeps coming onto Clary when he thought she was his sister and said that cursed sentence in CoG that I need to bleach from my brain. I know if he said that shit to me I would’ve punched him in his stupid face cuz who does he think he is? He mocks the werewolves after they lost a child in their pack, he’s just awful to Alec at times, he doesn’t seem to understand there are consequences to his actions and just does shit because he wants to. He had the emotional maturity of a dried up pinecone.

Clary also does so much shit and people don’t call her out because she’s the protagonist and she just lets Jace do whatever to her because he’s hot. Girl please get a grip. She slut shames Izzy because apparently women aren’t allowed to have a sex life or wear revealing clothing 😒 girl you kissed someone you thought was YOUR BROTHER!! She dated Simon to get over Jace and then kissed Jace in the Seelie Court, and repeatedly thought about Jace in a romantic sense WHILE she thought they were SIBLINGS! I can’t.

Eli is so self-righteous, annoying and hypocritical. He uses God and religion as an excuse to kill innocent people which is just disgusting. Like I get that he thinks being an EO changed a person because Victor became different but he is an EO himself and he just takes it on himself to murder innocent people for simply existing.

Cal has no desire to do anything, at least up to the beginning of King’s Cage he doesn’t (where I currently am). He knows how poorly the Reds are being treated and he doesn’t want to change anything because (and I’m paraphrasing) there would be outrage among the Silvers and a war would break out. Bitch you are already at war! He’s the reason why so many innocent young Reds have lost their lives fighting in a war they have no say in. He sees the Scarlet Guard killing Silvers and he doesn’t try to stop them. He sulks and whines but doesn’t take any real action, which he could if he actually wanted to. He stalks around the camp like Mare’s dog and thinks he’s better than everyone.

Dean Winchester is an abusive asshole. He locked Sam in the cellar when he was addicted to demon blood when he knew the withdrawal could kill him. He shit on Sam for being manipulated. He’s made horrible perverted jokes about women, might I remind y’all of the high school episode (he was at least 26 at the time). He guilted Sam for leaving him in Hell and Purgatory when he did THE EXACT SAME THING when Same went to the cage. He threatened Kaia, a teenager at gun point for his own selfish purposes. He abused Jack til the very end, yelling that he wasn’t family when Jack had sacrificed his soul and life for the Winchesters, and made Jack hate himself for being born. He was shitty to Cas in so many seasons and didn’t care that Cas just went through seeing his son die and wasn’t able to save him. He violated Sam’s body by tricking him into letting Gadreel in which led to the death of Kevin and had the audacity to think he was wronged.

Dante is shit. Julian, his brother, lived with him for centuries, followed him wherever he went and loved him unconditionally. All Julian asked was for Dante to love him back, which he never did. When Julian finally found someone who loved him, Dante made fun of him. And then in the next book he gives up his immortality for Tella, a girl he has known for literal months at most. He didn’t love his brother, who has been with him since the beginning, enough to give up his immortality but he loved this random girl he has known for a couple months at most to give it all up?? Tella should’ve left him in the dust just like she did Jacks and went off on adventures by herself and met someone that wasn’t a twat.

#great poison talks #anti jace herondale #anti clary fairchild #anti clary fray #anti jace lightwood #anti jace wayland #anti cal calore #anti eli ever #anti dante santos #anti legend #anti dean winchester #supernatural #spn #the mortal instruments #vicious ve schwab #caraval #dante santos

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faejilly · 7 months

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one thing i hate in fics is when they say that alec is less flexible than magnus, matt being less flexible than harry? absolutely.

but ALEC LIGHTWOOD accomplished warrior, master archer, and much more, being less flexible than magnus just doesn’t make sense to me,

like i’m my mind all shadowhunters are crazy insane flexible bc it just doesn’t make sense that they’re not, so that whole notion is bullshit to me and once i would love to see alec being more flexible than magnus

12/10... I would say no notes but actually I have SO MANY NOTES so the meme dies with me. (This is not a new thing. 😅)

There are a lot of different types of 'flexible' but I will agree that like... Magnus' physicality is absolutely partly about knowing he can handle any situation thrown at him, is part self-defense and psychological armor and health, strengthens his magic and his mind and his mood, but it's also for FUN and dancing and teasing and playing!

And all of that, even the self-defense & fighting when necessary, is entirely different than the physicality of a trained soldier who fights every single damned day of his life and has since he was (at least) ten, and probably younger.

(Shadowhunters were all child-soldiers! They're deeply fucked up and violent and competent! EMPHASIS ON VIOLENTLY COMPETENT.)

And I wrote a whole tangent on child-soldiers and Alec as a mentor but that is NOT WHAT THIS IS ABOUT WHOOPS, I'll try and come back to that somewhere else at some point.

The whole point of Shadowhunters, however, is that they can successfully fight demons AND (however reprehensible this bit is) they have the skill & power to subjugate the entire Down World, including the Warlocks who have vast and flexible magical powers that can pretty much do anything they want them to.

Now, part of this is numbers, because even if they are in a constantly losing battle against the demons, they do still have children which as far as we know none of the Downworlders can manage.

But part of this must be that they can, in fact, handle/fight against magic, demonic skills, and people who have hundreds to thousands of years of experience keeping themselves alive in a world that is hostile to them. They can hold their own against vampires and werewolves and warlocks and even seelie knights who ALSO TRAIN TO FIGHT FOR DECADES OR CENTURIES, because the fae do in fact prefer to stay in their own realm rather than fight for an equal seat at the table with the nephilim.

Like. WTF think about that. The Seelie Queen is capricious and powerful and power-hungry and terrifying and she lets her people be second-class citizens in our realm because it's not worth trying to fight the nephilim.

Now part of that is clearly she doesn't want to have to be the one dealing with demons and she does in fact have her own realm to live in, but still.

STILL.

Nephilim must be absolutely horrifying.

The most famous 'greeting' from angels when they meet humanity is "Be Not Afraid" but nephilim want and encourage that fear.

They are infected with angelic grace in a way that overrides their humanity, in a way that even overrides demonic power, because children of nephilim are always nephilim even when they don't know it, even when one of their parents is demonic or Downworlder. (Even Jonathan Morgenstern is still a nephilim, as well as everything else he is because of Lilith's blood & Valentine's abuse.) They have runes to enhance and control and shape their angelic grace, but even without a single rune activated they are not mundane.

Even a bb!nephilim with minimal training like Clary can survive being thrown off a building and breaking every part of her body. She survives! (When apparently unprepared and without active runes!) Long enough to be healed with magic/iratzes/handwaved-something-or-other off screen and for it to be entirely irrelevant five minutes later. Alec gets stabbed in the heart with adamas (which has been shown to be very hard to heal from in other contexts!) and is fine the next episode! We all kind of complained about the lack of healing/comfort/explanation in the show, but THINK ABOUT IT.

They can heal from almost anything to the point that they're child soldiers who don't even have to learn what mundanes would consider basic first aid because they don't need it.

Magnus puts on a good show but he is terrified of the Circle returning. Now there are a lot of very good reasons for this, including politics and prejudice and systemic power structures but it is also because nephilim even on an individual level are terrifying.

They have to be, or their historic ability to oppress the rest of the world falls apart. They can neutralize and hold their own against vast cosmic powers (the more powerful demons) and ancient vicious capricious warriors who have no love for them (fae) and/or wild magic powered by incredibly emotional beings who are terrified for their lives and souls and giving it their all because they have absolutely nothing the fuck left to lose (warlocks), and the nephilim consistently, reliably, win.

Not without cost, of course, but still. They win. They are not trained to survive or outlast or get away to hide and fight back another day, which is clearly the goal of most Down Worlders. They are trained to end a threat quickly and economically and sacrifice themselves if necessary to do it. (Survival is preferable, so you're around to fight the next thing too, but it is understood that it is not always possible.)

Realistically, this means that if a nephililm is actually trying to fight they will be able to do things with their body that are impossible, and they will be able to work through damage that would be fatal to everyone else without even flinching, and if you're close enough to see how a nephilim can really move you're probably already dead you just don't know it yet.

#jilly answers #Anonymous #my sh rambling #sh meta #eldritch angels #shadowhunters #idek how to tag this ramble sorry not sorry #there is of course the fact that #if you're close enough to a nephilim who ISN'T FIGHTING #but does still wish to show you what they can do #you're probably in for a good time #dancing or rock-climbing or fucking or whatever #but it might be a little disturbing if they're not careful #because that's still not RIGHT that a body can do that

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lokigonnakmsforbucky · 1 year

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Your first Demon

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader (season 3)

Warning: Violence, some torture, a bitchy demon, a good ending I promise

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Fighting a demon was never an easy challenge. Not even for a hunter like myself. Yes, traps and certain weapons can give you the upper hand. But, that doesn't mean a certain victory will happen. That problem was the current one that I was facing at that moment.

I've been traveling across the country ever since I graduated high school; after my parents were killed by vampires. For years. I traveled, to different cities, small towns, and even the most picture-perfect places to rid the violent ghosts, vampires, or werewolves. But, I never ever went face to face with a demon...until today.

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Wichita, Kansas

I arrived a few days ago to investigate a weird disturbance in this town. Five people went missing in a week, livestock has been slain, and there has been strange weather as of late. The weather has been dark and gloomy everywhere it seemed, just not normal.

Which is why I am now in a random house in the middle of the woods, sneaking around trying to find some answers.

None of the normal monsters made any sense. Vampires would leave bodies with no blood, and Werewolves would leave everything but a heart, and a ghost as well. A ghost. It's kind of self-explanatory.

I slowly opened the front door, gun in hand. Walked into the kitchen, It appeared to be clean. I looked under the table, and in the fridge, but nothing. I wouldn't have noticed anything was wrong until I smelled something... smelled like something was rotten. I covered my nose and walked towards the window to see a small dark yellow pile of dust.

I take my hand off my mouth and touch the dust and bring it back to my nose, "Whoa... yeah that's sulfur." I quickly wiped it on my pants.

"Okay, what am I fighting against? Missing people, slain livestock, and now sulfur?"

"Demon's sweetheart" I turned around to see one of the missing women behind me. I raise my gun at her just to see the woman smile sightly and her eyes turn pitch black, something I have never seen before.

She walked towards me, and I immediately start shooting at her chest. One bullet, after another until my gun needs to reload. I could see the bullet holes in her chest and she keeps walking towards me, "Honey, bullets won't do anything to me." She grabs my gun and throws it to the ground and slams me to the wall.

"Now, what is a hunter like you poking around?" Her grip on my neck tightens, "You always ruin the fun. Oh, well. I could use your blood to call the big man anyways." The demon pulls a knife out of its pocket and brings it over to my wrist, cutting it slightly. I let out a scream of pain. The demon squeezes my wrist, and I failed to realize that underneath is a small bowl with tiny drops of my blood.

"Oh, your screaming because of a little cut? Just wait till I'm done with you. You will be wanting a quick death so bad." Hearing those words, I know that I was not ready for this. Demons? I thought they never existed. Now, I'm gonna die by one. I'm gonna die In this small house in the woods in Kansas by a demon from hell.

Being so preoccupied with the demon, I never noticed that we were no longer alone in this house. Someone or something else was here.

I hear a shotgun being cocked back, "Hey, little bitch from hell." The demon turns to its side, and my eyes follow to see the green-eyed hunter named Dean Winchester at the door, "Missed me?"

Dean let the shotgun go off and the demon flew back into the kitchen cabinets, I hit the ground with a thud. Dean ran towards me grabbing my shoulder and pulling me towards him, "Hurry, get up!" I ran past him into what appeared to be the living room to see Sam finishing the devil's trap on the floor. Sam motioned for me to get behind him, finishing the trap and throwing the rug over top of it.

Moments later Dean rushed in with a slash on his face, a very small but noticeable mark. He got beside me and Sam, and both had their guns raised waiting for the demon to walk in.

The demon slowly walked in, "Hey boys. Seemed like you missed me a lot if you came hunting for me."

"Oh, yeah. Missed you a lot" Sam said sarcastically, "Kind of hard to ignore the reports of dead livestock and missing people. Which, your occupying one of the missing right now." The demon laughed at Sam's words.

"You mean four missing people, dead livestock, and one dead victim." The demon motioned towards their body, the holes in their shirt from the bullets I let out earlier. "Miss hot shot there took care of it for me." It smiled and walked right on the rug that was over the top of the devil's trap and stopped. Like it couldn't move no matter how hard the struggle.

"The good old devil's trap. I should have known." The demon looked at us while Sam grabbed his book flipped a few pages and started speaking, " Exorcizamus te, Omnis immundus spiritus, Omnis satanica potestas." The demon screamed hearing those words, and immediately we saw all the dark smoke leave the dead woman's body.

The demon was gone.

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"How are you feeling?" Dean asked while leaning on my car while I packed my bag back in my vehicle.

"I'm alive, thanks to you... again." I said smiling at him, He smiled and laughed slightly. "Yeah. First, it was the Wendigo in Blackwater Bridge? Or was it Blackwater Ridge? Anyway, I think you and I may be destined for each other then."

I laugh at his words, he may not be so wrong about that. Him saving me not once, but twice? That's not a coincidence. Not that I have anything to complain about, Dean is a good guy. He is immature most of the time, but he is a good guy nonetheless.

I can't help but think about how good-looking the green-eyed hunter is, I move closer to him. Centimeters away from his face, almost close enough that our noses could touch.

"Maybe we are Winchester. I'm not complaining." I leaned in all the way. Our lips locked, and for a moment I thought maybe he didn't want this but His hand found the side of my face and told me otherwise as we deepened the kiss.

I pulled away and looked at Dean, He had a grin on his face. "I'm definitely not complaining sweetheart." I smiled and grabbed a piece of paper out of my vehicle and jotted down my number. and slipped it into Dean's pocket, and climbed into my car.

"You better call me Dean Winchester." I started my car and he backed away from it.

"Count on it. Maybe me saving you a third time is the charm."

"It might be you that needs saving next time Winchester"

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Duckvember Day 17: Agent Duck

Soooo I have an OC in Ducktales/Darkwing Duck that is an Agent. Agent Gemini works for Shush for the paranormal department. She /appears/ not to be a magic user. She actually has a gun that can cast spells with cartridges that do different spells. (A little bit like Darkwing’s gas gun but does more. She has a wide range of helpful spells in those cartridges.

She tries to act all serious and very law abiding but she has a relaxed side that can find humor in things. She’s also not /that/ lawful. If something the agent has been sent to capture is just misunderstood, she’ll let it go and fib to SHUSH.

Agent Gemini is always willing to help others. She is very secretive about her past though. Maybe I will spill secrets on a later prompt. MAYBE.

Here’s a picture of her I commissioned from @emilylorange

I also had a job resume written for her for RP land. For her work prior to now working for SHUSH.

WORK RESUME:

Agent Gemini’s files start out with many high recommendations from other agencies around the world that she did positive work for.

All her cases are well written and detail apprehending targets. For someone that gets into paranormal situations though her encounters are written very dry. It's not different from reading an average police report of an average criminal. Instead though, it’s fighting werewolves, vampires, demons, and stopping the awakening of elder gods worded like it's just another day at the office. Many of these cases mention that when a situation gets hard she retreats, then pulls herself together and ends up getting the set target captured in the end.

Quite a few cases are often finding out the situations weren't paranormal at all. Ghosts end up being regular mortals distracting authorities from finding treasure the deceased homeowner left behind.

Her thesis works however are written with more energy and entertainment value. Some of her theoretical papers of the paranormal include:

--How to Win Cryptids and Influence Hunters

A long essay on how hunting criminal supernatural beings is more than just showing up and capturing them. The only way to a successful mission is to use the environment around them as a part of the trap. It seems partly like some metaphysical pseudoscience but other makes a lot of sense. Especially the part about getting to know the politics of local hunters and working with them if they prove to be reliable.

--Modern Paranormals and the Morons that Bother Them

This essay is filled with many theories of there being ‘new age’ paranormal beings that operated outside of the usual rules of the old school supernatural beings that are usually hunted. The essay seems to study personal interactions with modern paranormals and divides them into different categories.

It also explains how these new age anomalies are between a rock and a hard place. On one side they often have hunters aggressively going after them. On the other side older supernatural beings do not help these newcomers under the umbrella of protection and comradeship they share with fellow ‘old school’ paranormals.

--The Trice Paradox

A long essay describing different theories on why the Nega-Verse and Posi-Verse exist. It includes theories based on natural cataclysms like the meteor that took out the dinosaurs, supernatural interference, and even an elder god battle that may have caused reality to split. The essay calls the Prime-Verse’ the ‘Middle-Verse’ instead. It also theorizes that not all alternate dimensions have the Nega and Posi-Verse.

--Evoking Erinyes and other Arcane Accomplices for Fun and Defense

A much shorter essay than the others that answers follow up questions to the essay, ‘How to Win Cryptids and Influence Hunters.’ It also adds information of using helpful summons, charms and artifacts in the same way you would get supernatural beings and hunters to help.

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Education

Starts out with regular public school and high school in Duckburg. It then goes to a year of college in Rome. Then to a semester in Eldritch Academy. She ends up finishing a degree in Egypt. Her majors include Archeology, Linguistics, and Cryptozoology. Her status of graduating from the Egyptian college lists her as a Almurid min Alkasandra.

There is a lot of referral letters are at the end of her file. Much like the praising at the beginning there are a few notes added by other organizations. All her previous jobs were paranormal organizations. However she does have experience in going undercover for several cases when needed.

An organization out of the Middle East had her investigating old supernatural reports and theorizing what could have happened even decades ago. She was very hard working in her research and gave above average results. Her reports were accurate and professional. She often had a great insight and often found physical evidence of creatures and artifacts.

An organization out of Europe gives Gemini high marks and a high capture rate. However, they also express a concern that she allows certain targets that are not violent threats to go free. Though this cannot be proven since her catch rate is already high as it is.

In lower South America she worked with a research group that was about finding artifacts that may have supernatural properties. While she did great field work there were concerns she always took the physical risks to protect the rest of the team. She acted like she was more durable than the rest of her team. Though she did show to survive some impossible things she still would spend weeks in the hospital from injuries.

In Mexico she worked for an organization that did a mixture of hunting and artifact retrieval. They give her high marks and recommendations. They did have concerns about her stress and work with prior organizations and recommend her speaking to someone once a month off the record.

Her last job was for an organization at the Four Corners in the United States. Heads of the organization give high recommendations but also share concern of how she would often try to work alone even when a partner was required for a case.

#duckverse 2023 #duckverse #agent gemini #ducktales #darkwing duck #SHUSH

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||An Officer's corruption part five||

Hi dears, It's time for another part to this short au: Officer and criminals Au with demon mun's muses and mine. X3 So here you go with a new chapter added to this. I hope you like.

||Chapters||

Part one

Part two ((NSFW warning))

Part three

Part four ((NSFW warning))

((Your reading part five))

||OVA Chapters|| ((My friend Demon mun is writing for the series))

OVA part one

||Drabble summary||

Jaron and Melinda have got to their new prison building but it seems it was being the same one having Warden Finn Reer. Right now, they just arrived and it was already a mad house. It seems he has two new prisoners and they was causing a rucus. Who could they be? Read to find out.

||Warning||

~Violence or a fight is present in this drabble

~Possessive behavior will be present

||Guests in Drabble||

Jaron Jackal, Fin Reer belongs to my amazing Rp partner @demon-blood-youths

Melinda brooks, Rex oxford mills, and Winter are my OCs that belong to me and the same for Sukuna Ryomen comes from Jujutsu Kaisen but also me due to having him as a muse.

((Note: Their will be grammar mistakes and errors in this drabble as others have this warning. But like I state before, this is written for fun. So I hope you like it and my friend too. Enjoy))

"Do you think he is expecting us?"

Officer Jackal blinks hearing his partner Officer Melinda brooks ask while they were making their way to Harlem where the lupins police station was but beyond that they were looking for Warden Finn Reer.

"I think he was. Even the fact we were told by Mr. Henderson we would be coming to help him out along with his policemen and woman." Jaron sighed driving down the road but Melinda thinks about it while he was driving.

"Though, it's rather strange to the idea. I wonder what could be the reason..." she said thinking about it.

"I don't know..but we'll find out soon." Jaron said seeing they have arrived to the prison house. The prison house was pretty big but both officers Melinda and Jaron can tell it's a wild place. Even seeing the back yard where most of the prisoners had animal features but werewolves were more noticed here.

After her parks, both Jaron and Melinda gets out of the car to look at the front gates then at one another.

"Ready?" he said seeing her nod.

"Yeah.."

With that said, both head to the gates to meet with Warden Fin. Inside, it was pretty big with other officers around or keeping a eye on the prisoners here. Or some being moved to a new location with others. Yeah, this was a bit big and yet, the two keeps looking around holding to find someone.

"Hey you two made it!" Both Jaron and Melinda blinks to look seeing the Warden. Fin Reed was smiling welcoming the two but they saw Officer warden Ahmed as well.

"Welcome to our prison. I take it your here because of Mr. Henderson." he asked.

"Yes. He said he has many others scattered around New York to help other prisons with the more difficult prisoners." Melinda said but Ahmed sighed.

"Well, he's not wrong. Because we have two of them here with us." he said.

"Hold up, two of them?" Jaron asked but he turns to let them follow with Fin and Melinda following.

"Yes. We have two of them but I'm watching one and Fin is looking after the other. Though, let me ask you a question first: Have you heard of the hidden gang the season demon warriors?" he asked but Jaron and Melinda thinks.

"Season demon warriors? Hold on, wasn't it that hidden black market group that sells items that's bought through the world? You mean them?" she asked seeing Fin nod.

"Yep; the very same. Turns out the leader was caught and arrested way back but now his team is caught as well. Though, I don't know where their leader was but me and Ahmed got two members from his group. The Fallen summer maiden and the fallen winter maiden." Fin explains as they walk down the hall. Melinda saw the other males howling due to smelling a new woman but she had the guess it was her. Though, what of the two new prisoners?

"I take it theirs not many females in your prison?" Melinda asked.

"Not really. I have some from my team here and you Melinda. However, the fallen maidens are here too but...lets just say they give off a dangerous smell that none of these guys wanna mess with them. Two tried to but..lets say they ended up killed. That was a big fight to break up." Fin walks to the stairs with Ahmed leading.

"So far, they don't know their in the same prison due to keeping them apart but it didn't stop them from trying to escape." he explains seeing one were cat reaching to grab for Melinda's ankle but Fin stomps on the hand hearing a pained yelp.

"I told ya no touching other female officers!" he said that Melinda noticed seeing the other snarl at him that Fin growls back making the prisoner silent.

"I see....but wasn't their four of the fallen maidens?" Jaron asked.

"Their is. We have two here. I got one and Ahmed has one but we keep a eye on them due to being sneaky. They have gotten out a few times but we get them back. But one is at Kali's prison being watched by Bernard and the other fallen maiden is watched over at Joshua's prison. Mr. Henderson said he was hoping to make some deal with the leader but he refuses to speak to him. So, the team is a lot more aggressive wanting to get out and free him." Fin sighed but they keep on walking.

"So....."

"Right now, we are being sure they don't meet up to cause trouble again." Fin said as they get to the main office. However, Jaron heard more howls or flirting from some prisoners towards Melinda but she ignores them while looking and heading into the office.

"So, that's why we were hoping to ask you two to help us out with the prison. Due to a few of our police members quitting because of the reckless behavior of the others." Fin explains as Jaron and Melinda sits down.

"I see...well, we can give it our best to help you Fin and Ahmend." she said.

"Yeah. We can give a hand." Jaron said.

"Huh, thanks guys." he said smiling. While he was happy about this, that's when an alarm goes off making the four blink.

"What the heck?"

"Uhhhhh..."

"Fin.." Ahmend said but he goes to check it out. He saw that some of the police was running off showing some gust of ice wind forming near a door way. The others backs up from the chill winds to see a woman walking out. She had Mid Ivory color skin, blonde hair in a tight bun. Melinda and Jaron noticed she had Cobalt blue ice eyes looking ahead as she was smiling.

"You know, you should get that fixed..you don't know what might come out." she laughed seeing the police surrounding her but they tried to get her only to get punched in the face, kicked as well as she was fighting them off.

"Get her back in her prison cell!"

"Hurry before she tries something else!"

"We can't get close to her!"

"Hurry up!"

The other officers tried to get her only to get blasted back by a strong gust of wind landing in a pile wincing. The woman only smiled looking as she walks forward since she was barefoot as well.

"Awwww what's wrong? Your done? So boring. Oh well, maybe I can find out where my team is..and my sensei..so..." as she was about to run, a ice wall shows to make her stop but she knew who it was to giggle.

"Oh? Wanna play again Warden?" she knew who it was hearing something land near by showing Fin there. He looks glaring at her as she looks back.

"Your going back to your cell Winter......" he said but she only smiled more.

"Awww but I just got out. I wanna play some more!" she said before he rushes to try and stop her while Winter was dodging his grabs to fight back.

"We need to do something!" Melinda said but Ahmed felt a tremor looking to the right. Something else was going on. "Oh you have got to be kidding me.." He looks to the other two. "Seems we might be having a-"

"RIOT!!!" One prisoner said as they were now fighting trying to get out. Jaron, Melinda and other officers were shocked before trying to stop them from destroying everything.

~~~~~Meanwhile at Kinie Ger's prison~~~~~

Rex was meditating in his cell but he was looking silent wondering of his team. True, he and the fallen maidens were dangerous and strong but it seems his team was split up so stop them from getting out. He slowly opens his eyes feeling another near his cell. Some of the officers were too scared to be near it but knowing the danger vibes he gives off, it was scary.

He sighed to relax again but he was thinking to check something. ".....Seems Winter is having a bit too much fun again....knowing her she might end up destroying that place.." he said to himself but a few police walks by his cell again.

"...I wonder if the other three are close or far?" he mutters before hearing someone bang at his cell.

"HEY! Quiet in there!" One guard said but as he said that, Rex turns his head to show one white eye. The guard got silent but scared seeing the murder look in his eye.

"....."

"I'm sorry..did you say something?" Rex said to the now terrified guard.

"N..No, continue your business!" he said scared but Rex looks away while the guard was pissing his pants now. However, Rex remains calm to look and hope his team was good or thinking of a way to get out.

~~~~Back at Fin's prison~~~~

After a while, Fin and his officers was able to stop the Riot but also had Winter tied up and in hand cuffs by him. She struggles but he keeps her still. "Stop squirming. You'll end up hurting yourself." he said.

"You always seem to ruin the fun you know, sweetheart. Why can't you let me have a bit of fun? I promise I won't bite." she pouts to Fin. "Or do you prefer that type of fun?" she winks that Fin sweatdrops to sigh.

"No, now come on..back to your cell." He said taking her back but looks to Ahmed. "I'll be back." he said seeing the other nod. Both Jaron and Melinda was a bit tired after helping with the riot.

"You both alright?" he asked.

"I'm alright. You Melinda?" Jaron said.

"Yeah, I'm alright." she said.

"Good to hear. Also, thank you for helping us with the Riot." he said seeing the two waving their hands not minding it. "Though, that was intense. Are all the fallen maidens that dangerous?" Melinda asked.

"Yes. I hope Bernard is doing alright with the fallen maiden of fall and Angel with the fallen spring maiden. All four of these women are dangerous and together it's worse. Even so, we haven't heard from them so I assume they are okay." he said but Jaron and Melinda looked worried before seeing the cleaning crew show up.

However, some of the prisoners were seeing Melinda but they only were curious about her like the other female officers here. Most were weres like Fin and some of his group. However, Melinda was not but she smelled different. Maybe due to her own blood having the mix of Nagu blood too. Even so, she and the other two leave the area while they keep eyeing her to her tensing.

"You okay Melinda?" Jaron asked.

"Hmm? Yeah, I'm alright.." she said softly to him but quickly follows Ahmed from the area. However, Jaron was wondering if she was alright. For now, they would take it easy before resting up for that time.

~~~~At Winter's prison Cell~~~~~

"There, now get back in." Fin said getting her inside but Winter pouts to look at him while she was in her cell once more.

"You really are no fun Fin. I just wanted to have a little fun since being in this cell makes one bored. You think I'll do something bad?" she said but Fin looks to cross his arms.

"Knowing you, yes. Forgot what you did the last time you got out?" he asked to see her thinking about it.

"Oh come on, a few heads rolled loose. I can't help it." she said shrugging her shoulders.

"You killed them!" he said but she only smiled.

"Again, not my fault handsome. Besides, they got in my way......you should know that right?" she asked to look at him but he sighed to close his eyes.

"Even so, stop trying to get out and behave. I'll check on you later." Fin said but Winter looks to him.

"Fine, it's not my fault I love being bad but maybe it's due to getting your attention. You are pretty handsome.....even if your a lycan. It's fun to tease you...even if you have a wild side yourself...right?" she teased rubbing her neck. Fin said nothing to hear this but looks away.

Knowing this prison held were types, it was still dangerous to be around others that could be at risk or wants to be changed. He only sighed and yet Winter smiled looking at him.

"Though....you are pretty smart and fun to play with, Fin. Why not have more fun? You use ice and I use both ice and heated winds. We could really go wild if you like. It's almost like our blood is calling to one another..isn't it?" she purrs but he closed his hand to a fist not responding.

"......."

Winter looks to wonder what he will do but he walks off to leave her. She sees him go but smiled leaning against the cell metal bars. Yeah, he was so precious to tease like this. Though, she still wonders of her fallen sisters and their sensei. That's when she goes to sit down but touches her ear.

".....Seems he's still strong willed Sensei. But no worries, I'll find a way to get out and help with finding the other fallen maidens."

'I know you will Winter. Just try to not kill too many like the others. Though, have you heard of anything else from either one?' Rex asked though a blue tooth piece he had hidden with him. None of the officers found it.

"No, not yet. Seems they were split up so we can't find one another. But they are close.....I'll see if I can trace or find something else. Then we can go and help break you out Sensei." she smiled that Rex chuckled.

'I know. Even so, keep your guard up and eyes too. I'll hope to see you and the maidens soon.'

"Same to you too, Sensei." Winter said ending the conversation. She leans back now happily thinking of Fin but was humming to herself. In the hallway, Fin was out of the area but he sighed closing his eyes. Yeah, she was getting tricky but he'll have to watch out for that.

As he was heading back, some of the prisoners were speaking.

"You really think she is? Her blood isn't were so.." One prisoner asked.

"It's true. She smells different and given she's from another police group, it's a lot. I know that guy she's with smells like one. A jackal of some sort but her?..she smells tasty." one said with arms crossed. He looks from his cell seeing Melinda speaking with Haliee about the job. Both were happily talking but he looks to Melinda who was smiling.

Yeah, she was cute and like many woman, they were up for grabs. "..I think we need to welcome our new guest. Along with the other females in this dump...but lets not be too crazy. Can't scare them off. We need to see what their like first...including that one." he said pointing to Melinda.

Seems the first day was crazy but what else might happen here?

#IC #silver roses #Drabble/short or long stories #silver butterfly mun #peahen mom #the mansion owner #A Officer's corruption part 5 #older Finn #older winter #older Rex #older jaron #older melinda #The fractions of NYC #demon-blood-youths #peahen writer #officer demons au

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of-many-fandomss · 1 year

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And one more request, also whenever and if u feel like it, can you write for Sam or dean where reader is very feminine and wears long nails, keeps herself tidy, dresses up etc. But still fights good and intelligent? U can ignore this if it’s not fitting! Thank you again!

I decided to write it for Dean, I hope that’s okay :)

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The demon before you had the audacity to laugh- a full blown, doubling over, holding onto your stomach- laugh. And that only made your blood boil even more than it already was.

You and your boyfriend, Dean, were on a hunt in a small town a little bit away from the bunker when you had gotten a tip-off of some demonic activity going on in the area.

When the two of you had been able to track it down to an abandoned warehouse it was staying at, you had split up- you going in the front, Dean going around back. And with your luck, of course the demon found you first.

He had taken one look at you, dressed up with your hair done nicely and nails trimmed with a pretty color, and genuinely thought someone was pulling a prank on him. He had known that there were hunters trying to get rid of him, but you were the last person he had expected to see show up.

Ever since you were thrown into the hunters lifestyle, you had been kind of revolted by the lack of hygiene that came with most of the people in your line of work, and had decided not to be like that. You would actually put the effort into making yourself look presentable because it made you feel good by doing so.

It also- whether you knew it or not- deep down reminded you that hunting didn’t have to define your life. You could still be a person outside of the demons and werewolves, you could still be a normal human.

Your lip curled up in disgust as you watched the demon make fun of you for the way you dressed, “I’m more than just a pretty face,” You sneered before taking three giant strides across the room and stabbing him in the stomach with your demon blade before he knew what was happening.

He let out a terrible scream before his host body fell limply to the ground, and Dean came charging into the room, only to find you standing over the demon, the job already done.

A proud grin spread across his face as he relaxed his stance and made his way over to you, “That’s my girl,” He praised, swinging and arm over your shoulder and planting a kiss on the side of your head.

You giggled slightly, “Come on,” You said playfully, “I’m beginning to reek of demon.”

#dean winchester x reader #dean winchester blurb #supernatural blurb

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A succubus and incubus who really hates each other and decided to settle their differences in an unusual way. HOT but still unusual if you consider how they hate each other.

This is a Chanyeol x Reader pairing

Chapter 1 - Picking a Fight

The club was noisy. As always.

You and your friends just arrived and were lucky enough to get a good spot out of the place.

You look around to the familiar surroundings and an evil smile crept on your lips when you felt the sinful atmosphere.

The closed establishment was fully packed again with different breeds.

Vampires, werewolves, demons, and all the other night child like you.

You went back to your drink but was not oblivious to the lingering stares that some of the males gave you. Human males to be exact.

You feel sorry for those pitiful creatures for being too ignorant with their surroundings.

They felt delated for little things they possess, failing to see that they might cause them their very lives if they move by mistake.

A clueless rat leisurely stepping on a field full of landmines.

That's not good girl. Feeling sorry for your food would upset thy stomach. You thought to yourself.

"Yah gongju-nim you never fails to amaze me." Your friend Juna told you.

"We only got here and look, you already now have--- seven meals to feast on." She pauses for a moment to secretly count the men who is visually undressing you.

"Come on Jun it's not like it's new." You gave her a cocky smirk.

"Bet your right." Jina the other twin friend chime in.

The twins are vampires and you on the other hand is a Succubus.

You came from a rather well respected family in your race and sometimes called gongju-nim(princess) by your friends for fun.

It was annoying but just let it slide since your irritation would just fall from deaf ears considering the type of friends you have.

"So, who's the meal now?" Jina asked.

"I don't know. The ones who fantasize about me on their way to sleep, like the usual I guess?" You shrug answering.

"Wahh, and I think that means all seven of them. What a glutton. How does it even work?" Juna says her accusation and confusion.

"You call yourself my friend, but you know nothing?" You round your eyes like you were surprised but not the very least.

You were just teasing.

"Hello? We have different nightly activities if I remind you. And it's not like I fuck my food on their sleep."

"Excuse me lady bat. Don't say it like there is any physical contact okay? My succubus spirit form enters their wet dreams and consume some of their life forces. And it's not like I can help it when they think about me. Nor it was my fault that we feed that way." You said informing her.

"Ohh so that's how it works." The voice who talked behind you was not unknown nor uninvited.

"Oh, hey Jong In oppa. Glad you made it." Jina excitingly hugged her older brother, followed by Juna.

"That answers a lot. I was actually wondering how that works.”

“You my friends needs some get-to-know-Y/N-well session.” And place the glass of liquor on your lips to sip on.

“But you don't actually kill them, right?" The fairy Bacon who sneakily wrap his arm around your shoulder said in amusement.

"Yeah Bacon, we don't need to kill to eat. Me on the least never killed before but I might soon. If someone don't keep their arms to themselves."

I slowly looked at him and that made him retreat his limbs.

"Does that work the same way with you too Chanyeol?" Suho asked to the person behind you.

You froze for a moment and quickly consealed it from the others. You didn't expect him to be there.

Well, maybe a little. His presence is always present inside the bar since he never strays off away from this kind of places but behind you?

No not the slightest.

"Same." Just the low voice that came from him made you frown in annoyance.

Nevertheless, you were planning to ignore him for the whole night.

But the thought jinx you almost instantly. He was not thinking the same thing.

"Bad to see you doing well Y/N. Guess the nickname gongju-nim was not just for show after all." He said as he rounds up to your view and sat on the high chair just next to you."

Though the nickname did irk you most time no one would deny the pride that the title gives.

Considering your age, you were already one of the best Succubus around earning you the title.

And you’re not liking the way Chanyeol roll your name on his tongue.

Sad thing to say he is actually one of the best league with you.

"Don't call me that scambag your tainting the name." You answered back with the same amount of sass.

You saw how he slightly clenched his jaw and that pleased you for sure.

But got the amusement withdrawn when you notice human girls flirty eyeing the big eared man.

Shit. Same number of victim or maybe greater. Tsk sluts these days. You thought.

Chanyeol scan what caught your attention before smirking.

"Oh, don't be too bitter if I fuck better than you." He notices your reaction and suddenly said.

"Don't mix up our activities Yoda. I only eat for food unlike you. You literally screw food for good."

He suddenly looked at you. Mock is visible on his eyes.

"Wow who would have thought that the great Y/N is still a virgin." That statement speaks fluent sarcasm but that was not where it shuts you off.

For what he said was true.

You're maybe incomparable in being a Succubus but honestly speaking, you never had any experience in physical interaction.

You bit your lower lip before looking at the bottles on the shelf in front you. You tried to stay nonchalant but Chanyeol already saw through your facade.

He leans in towards you. You could feel his hot breath brushing the side of your face.

"Aren’t you quiet shy for a sex demon?" You can feel your canine and claws aching in anger and you have to close your eyes to calm yourself down.

Chanyeol only chuckle at it because he knew he won.

"Whoa, we better stop this now before we make a scene here. There's too many humans around guys don't forget that." Suho stood in between you.

Chanyeol thankfully stopped and so did you.

"You two can't just get along well. You always fight every time you see even the tip of each others’ fingers." Juna and Jina said in a matter of fact.

"And to think you both came from the same ancestry." Sehun added.

The three immediately regretted they ever open their mouths when you and Chanyeol threw them killing glares making them gulp in sync.

They should have known better than to make open comments like that.

You understand that the younger friends don't know anything since it is a very long-time matter.

Actually, hidden incident and was only known by close friends and family member.

Ranging from your age and up knew about what happened.

The incident took place when the twins and Sehun were even born.

You can clearly remember. You were six years old at that time when you’re aware enough to know that your only older brother

was going out with Chanyeol's noona.

You sincerely liked her too. She was pretty and smart and talented and was very kind.

You want them to end up together. Not to mention how you saw the affection they gave when they look at each other.

Your brother is a total tease but still kind, handsome, and cool.

And even though he would tease you until you whine and tear up in annoyance, he would always do something that would make you forgive him.

He loves you dearly and you're well aware of that.

He's a well know player too but changed when he started to date with Yoora unnie.

For you, they might be the total opposite, yet they were made to be together.

They were loving each other tenderly like any normal couple do until you find yourself traumatized one night.

You saw your brother return home cover in blood. Face busted with tons of bite marks covering his skin.

When he enters the main door of your house your mother barely catches him.

You stood frozen, watching as the horrifying scene unfold.

You just stared as your father run to your brother’s side casting some spell you usually hear when you get wounded.

A healing chant.

You were just staring as your mother cry in vain as she hugs her only son, asking him to hold on.

Just staring as your dying brother repeat the same name over and over again. Yet you couldn’t move because of pure shock.

"Yoora." He said in gasp.

That's what prick you up. You ran beside him hurriedly enveloping his cold hand with yours.

“Stay.” The silent plea made your brother look at you with his somehow cloudy and unsteady sight.

You asked him, no you beg for him to hold on.

But his eyes are full of apology. And you realize what he meant.

His leaving. Leaving you.

You vigorously shook your head in disagreement and hugged him. "Please, not like this." You whispered.

He finally drew his last breath and died in your arms.

Your dad silently cried as your mom screams her agony and pass out in the process. You willed yourself to stay awake.

Refusing to pass out even how much your body wants to.The shocked is helping you to stay upright.

You hugged your brother's body again as it slowly glimmers and fades away into ashes.

Your brother was gone but tears never came to you.

The nightly enforcers came and investigation resulted in murder.

Who would hate him so much to kill him like pig?

Many thoughts of suspects come and go through your head but none made sense.

Until the investigator told you that the suspect was a suitor of Yoora unnie from another clan.

On that most sorrowful days of your life many people came to mourn with the whole family. Including the Park family.

You remember clearly, Chanyeol was there too.

Following behind his father as they enter your household.

For the first time, you saw a glimpse of the woman your brother loved.

She was thinner and paler now. Her pretty face was painted with sorrow and pain.

She looks like a walking ghost because of how gloomy she looks.

But who are you to criticize? When you look as bad as her.

"We are sorry for what happened." Mr. Park said and pat your dad's shoulder. Who thanked him in return.

Mrs.Park hugged your mother too making her cry again.

Chanyeol look at you and smile but you didn't return the gesture. You could almost see your appearance in his eyes.

A pale life sized doll that would break any time soon.

But still he slowly walks up to you, held your hand and led you to the garden where both of you sat side by side.

He was talking about some things but you didn't listen. You can't focus to him even if you wanted to.

You’re too occupied, too sleep deprived, too dejected and what’s worse? You’re still bottling it up.

Tears never shed even once.

It had completely left you. Like how your brother did.

Chanyeol looks like talking to a lifeless doll but he seems not to mind.

The investigation cross to your mind and you spoke for the first time.

Your words were not thoroughly filtered, and you just muttered what comes first to mind.

What seats right with your jumbled thoughts and feelings.

"If oppa didn't love unnie that much maybe he’ll still be with us." Your voice was scratchy hollow.

Chanyeol look at you gaping in horror. "Are you blaming my sister?"

His voice was controlled but a glint of anger can be heard.

You didn't bother on explaining yourself and let him think whatever he think fits with your words.

He sighs. "I know you're in pain but you should not blame others for your loss. You are not the only one feeling the pain." He stood up and left you.

You didn't care.

Week after the incident you never saw Chanyeol. You never apologize for what you said and never even planned to.

It was another sorrowful day on your house when another tragic news came crashing in.

Park Yura is dead. She ended herself.

Your family went to sympathize with the Park family this time.

Until the end they still end up together and it might be in a wrong time but it made you smile.

They are so selfish to leave us like this.

Your parents are slowly recovering and you're pretending to.

Maybe a little forceful and slow but still better than not trying.

You saw Chanyeol for the first time after what happened in the garden.

He was as bad as you look a week ago and you feel sorry for him.

You knew the pain too well.

You walk towards him but didn't talk and just sat silently beside him as both of you stared at the same direction.

"If only my sister didn't love your brother that much maybe she’ll still be with us."

Chanyeol told you the same thing you told him last time.

You look at him with cold eyes.

"You are right. How selfish of them."

Chanyeol face painted with bafflement and anger again. He suddenly stood up.

"You're crazy." He mutters before leaving.

The word slowly sinks in as he left you there. "Yeah, maybe I am." You said in emptiness.

That was the final moment that snapped the thread of friendship that ever existed between you two.

You never talked since then.

It even took you 5 years to have a proper conversation out of each other and what you mean by proper conversation are exchanging arguments.

You still have the same group of friends.

You still grew up together.

Both of your families are still close to each other but not you and him. And you think that would never change.

"Hey gongju-nim. Are you okay?" The simple tap that Sehun gave you pulled you out from your long and heavy thought.

"Yeah. I just have a sudden--- drift." You said as you started twirling the glass of liquor on your hand.

"Thinking about me?" Chanyeol's words interrupted again.

He wore his famous smirk that would make all human or not swoon. The usual cocky smirk that surely mocks.

"Yeah." You answered back honestly.

For the first time in a long while you caught him off guard. He looks funny for a moment but then covered it up immediately.

You pretended you say nothing and he pretended he never heard anything.

These unplanned personal moments happen between you and him from time to time. But none made a word out of it.

No one acknowledges the thought that both of you can talk without fighting.

You don’t want to encourage the feeling, because of a hatred that sprouted from nowhere.

Just then you notice that your friends aren't even giving you guys a fuck.

Even Sehun just spare you some tap to pull you out from the comfort of your own world.

All of them are already busy with their own conversations.

In the corner of your eyes you saw a young beautiful petite woman coming towards your direction. And by the looks of it you already knew for whom.

She smiles seductively before seating beside Chanyeol, touching his arm while she's at it.

"Hi handsome. Mind if I take the pleasure of your company?" She opens her pouty red lips.

You were just watching through your peripheral view and did not dare to look over.

Afraid that Chanyeol might take it differently. You’re not really interested with his life.

You saw how his lips curled into a lap sided smile but what came out from his mouth after was unexpected.

"Sorry but I already have one." He drops the smile and just shot her cold eyes. The statement shocked you for a bit but keep it to yourself.

That should have offended the female human but in contradiction it only made her drool more for the incubus in your side.

"You look so wickedly hot and cool at the same time how do you even do that?" She whispers and bit her lower lip in appreciation.

And you did the same in annoyance.

Can you people stop flirting within my range of sight and hearing?

And when I said it that way that means go outside the club so you can spare my succubus eyes and ears from your corrupted interaction. You thought.

Chanyeol didn't respond at all and just enjoyed the bitter taste of his drink.

His face was scary calm too.

You know that face, he's not in the mood for any shits right now and you’re not sure what caused it.

"You're not really gonna talk to me?" The girl cares his arm through his leather jacket again, almost making her moan because of the delicious muscle she could feel under her touch.

That made Chanyeol face harden but says nothing.

The woman finally grumbles in defeating annoyance and walk away from the both of you. You fought a smile which you didn’t know where it came from.

"Now that's new. I never saw you rejected some hot babe like that before." Juna suddenly said and it made you agree silently. When you look at your friend you know she's already tipsy or maybe drunk.

"Not really in the mood." Chanyeol mutter while smirking.

"How can the both of you be so attractive without even trying?" She said again after gulping another shot down.

"It's in our kind baby. Now stop drinking you'll look like a piece of shit later and I know you'll regret it." You said as you reach out for the second shot.

"I know. I know." She was raising the glass away from you. "I know it's in your kind but you two are exceptional." She added.

"That's right twin sista!!" Jina was already drunk too. They high five each other barely missing each other's hands.

"Tch you girls can’t handle your alcohol well. Why did you guys even let these two drink?" You asked the other boys but fell in deaf ears.

"So, who does it better?" Juna suddenly blurted out.

"Does what better?" Chanyeol asked as he look at the drunk woman over his shoulder. His brow furrow in confusion.

"Who fucks better?" Her face was in pure innocence.

Like a curious child who is asking what is the sun for. Her twin sister is clapping her hands together in total agreement.

That question caught yours and Chanyeol's attention.

You look at each other for a good second, actually preparing to answer the question like it is about who's so much better at school.

Succubus and Incubus take pride at their sexually related life.

It's in their nature. In their vein. In their genes. And you rather loss to anyone but him.

"Of course, I do." Both of you said at the same time.

Head snapping again towards each other. Throwing sharp glares while you’re at it.

But then Chanyeol's smirk slowly crept on his lips.

"You? If you haven't notice you just admitted earlier that you're a virgin."

You scowl at him. "Let me correct that Dickhead. I admit nothing. I stay silent, you assumed, your loss." Once again calling him with curse names other than his own.

When was the last time I called him by his name? I don't remember.

"You're not gonna fool me woman. You can play with anyone but me."

"Say what you want but I'm still better than you." You said.

"This will lead us nowhere." Jina mumble realizing that none of you wants to back down.

"We cannot prove who's better with just claim words and we can't do anything about it."

"Actually, we can." Juna interrupted. You can almost see the bright bulb that just lit inside her head.

"How?" Chanyeol and you asked again at the same time.

Can he stop talking along with me. Your inner beast growl.

She giggle at her inner humor before blurting out. "Simple. You two should have sex with each other."

You surely felt the long pause.

Okay, what the hell was that?

"Excuse me?!" You snap first.

"You've got to be kidding me." Chanyeol mumble under his breathe.

Words suppose to be said upon himself though you heard it still. Without a valid reason you felt offended with his reaction.

What the fuck. You don't want to sleep with him Y/N. Sort out your priorities will you?!

"Well you know. If you go with who gets the most victim would be tiresome and long. And I swear it won't end right there and then.

For sure one of you would want a rematch then another then another and another. Besides that game sounds quite slutty. We don't like it." Jina reasoned out.

"So if you guys just do it between yourselves. Maybe make some rule about who cums first, loses. Then we can settle it more simply and neatly." Juna added.

"No." You said flatly. "I won't say any other reason just plain no."

Chanyeol's meaty laugh beside you made you stop yourself from shoving the fucking wine bottle in his mouth. It was a hard restrain.

You glared at him making sure he can feel its intensity.

"Don't get me wrong but man, you're a coward. You just say no without even hearing anything out. Can't blame you though. Who would fight a losing battle."

"You really are a pain in my ass." You squinted your eyes at him.

He suddenly leans forward brushing his hot breath on your ears by the process.

"I can also inflict pain somewhere else in your body if you want." He whisper on my ears and thankfully the twins didn't catch that up or else I'm done.

He did not specify where but you could not help but to think dirty on that 'somewhere'.

Nevertheless, you hide your real reaction with a scoff and redden in annoyance but mostly in embarrassment.

Thankfully the stroblight is covering your face.

"If I didn't know any better, I would think you're flirting with me." You smirk at him hiding your bashful side.

He did not talk for a second. But you saw him bit his lower lip as he was eyeing the seductive smirk on your lips.

The lip bite was gone as soon as it surface. He mask it with the sudden chuckle that made you doubt if that really happened or were you getting drunk?

"You can keep on dreaming. You cannot even fight me as an equal. How can I look at you like a probable consort."

You don't want to admit and you would never admit but his statement made a painful jab inside and you spoke before you could stop yourself.

"I feel sorry for Yoora unnie. To have a namjadongsaeng as fucked up as you."

You saw Chanyeol's face turn sour. You know you hit the wrong button but he was also hitting the wrong one.

The way Chanyeol's eyes turn cold almost made you feel guilty. Key word, almost.

"I feel sorry for your brother too. To have an egocentric, insensitive, and loser sister like you."

You are already on each others throat. You can feel your gums ache in absolute anger.

Canines threatening to bite on something fleshy to ease the pressure your giving it. Chanyeol being that something fleshy.

You both fell silent. An act of dismissing the argument unsolve or even finish.

This conversation is getting nowhere. Why did he even sat beside me if he hates me as much as I hate him.

To pissed you of course. A voice said in your head.

Damn Incubi and all his fucking tricks.

"Whoa, the world is swirling!" Juna squeals on you right arm. Jina taking the other.

It was already pass 1 when the three of you got out of the club. Too early for creatures like you. But Juna and Jina is nowhere close to sane now and you could not let them take another minute or second inside the club. Even though their vampire blood these two are still children and you don't want them to go bersik in there.

You could not spot Jong In and you've got the brightest idea that he may have hooked up someone and left the place.

What a good for nothing brother.

Sehun is also drunk and you let Suho take good care of him.

To make the situation worse it started raining and you could not find your keys anywhere.

Maybe, you have dropped it or worse stolen.

What can a lone Succubus do under the rain without a car, with twin drunkards each arm of her?

You can handle them both really. With their petite body and your inhuman strength that would be a piece of cake.

But you would not dare to soak them or yourself under the heavy pore of rain.

"Shit. And it so happens that I love this heels." You mumble under your breath when you look down to your black strapped footwear.

The sudden arm that snake over Jina, taking her away from your arm scared the wits out of you.

You were about to raise your leg to beat whoever's trying to steal the sleeping girl within your grasp.

"It's just me." Chanyeol's voice stop you from the attempt. No wonder you did not feel any presence.

He carry Jina on his arm like a lady and by pure instinct she lean closer to him encircling her fair limbs around his neck and burying her face on the crook of it.

You know Jina did not mean harm or even aware of what she's doing now. But the sudden frown consumed your face shocked you to no end.

You are irritated with something and it's so frustrating that you could not pin point the cause.

Chanyeol look at you for a moment. "I'm not doing this for you. It's for the twins."

Ahh it must be it. I was irritated that I am receiving help from him. Your inner you said but deep inside you know there's something more.

You followed Chanyeol to the side alley. Giving your best effort to stay dry including the young lady you are carrying beside you.

You can now see Chanyeol's car up ahead.

Both of you put the twins on the backseat but you stopped when you were about to open the front seat of the car.

He didn't say you can ride dimwit. You thought making your hands balled in withdrawal.

"What are you waiting for? Get in." Chanyeol eradicate the hesitation inside you.

You gladly hop in and welcomed the comfort inside the vehicle.

Chanyeol turned the car on and drive it out of the place.

"Thank you for taking the twins home Y/N." Mr. Kim said with a smile. You return the gesture openly.

"Thank you as well Chanyeol."

"It's no problem Mr.Kim." Chanyeol also smile and you stared at it for a moment.

What a rare display.

You averted your eyes when he looked over to you.

"You heard me Chanyeol? You cannot hide that feelings forever." Juna suddenly yelled. Pointing her perfectly painted nails to the big eared man beside you.

You look over at Chanyeol and gave him an asking look but he's as shocked as you.

"And you Miss Y/N, you should hop down your high horse for once. So you can finally see it." Jina suddenly joined the moment.

"Yeah. Yeah. Now go to sleep you two. Thank you again." Mr.Kim said as he escorted his daughters into their own room.

Chanyeol and you descended the stairs as the door behind you closes.

You keep on thinking about what the two just said. What am I blind about?

The rain began to pore harder again and a sigh escape your lips.

"Let's get you home."

You just can't believe what you heard. "What?"

"Do you want to walk home wet?"

"No." You said in an instant.

"Then get your butt in the car before I change my mind." Chanyeol said before walking round the car.

And that’s what you did. You race to get inside the car before he really did change his mind because enemy or not, you are not going home wet and that’s final.

You had your eyes on the road but for a moment you turn to look at Chanyeol. He was frowning while tapping the GPS.

"What?" You asked, curious by the ugly emotion on his face.

"The road on your home is blocked."

"Blocked?! Why?!" You sat up from lazily resting your back on the leather seat.

"Seems like the water had rose up. The car can't pass."

"You've got to be kidding me." You cup your forehead.

What now?

You stayed rooted on your current place when Chanyeol suddenly U-turn.

"Where are we going?" You asked.

"My apartment. Nothing good will come to us by just staying there."

"W-what about me?"

He glances at you once. "You stay with me for tonight." His lips pressed in a thin line.

"No. I can't do that."

Jina's words suddenly echoed inside your head.

"Then take your choice. Stay with me or swim home?"

You bit your lower lip. "Fine. I'll stay with you."

Chanyeol unlocked the door looking back at you for a second before finally opening it up.

His apartment is crystal clean and its beautiful.

To be honest, you did not expect it to be that neat.

Everything is organized from the slippers on the doorway to the kitchen and living-room.

You look like a lost child. Roaming your eyes inside Chanyeol's place. It's your first time to enter his space and you feel nervous altogether.

Chanyeol disappear into his room and when he came back he's now holding clothes by his hands.

Handing it to you nonchalantly.

"You can use the bathroom if you want. And feel free to use that spare clothes."

You did.

You grab the opportunity and make full use of his bathroom. Everything about it screams Chanyeol.

The bathroom’s black tiles, the towels and other equipment, especially the soap and shampoo. It all screams his name.

You take the soap and take a whiff at it. It surely smells like him.

Surprisingly it gives you comfort but you are not admitting that cause you yourself find it ridiculous.

You push yourself to dismiss the matter. Treating it like it’s once in a blue moon appreciation that you’re not telling him.

Hurriedly, you took a bath and got dress on the given clothes.

It was his black t-shirt and maybe the smallest of his boxers.

You stare at the mirror and honestly feels like a cloth hanger because of how big his shirt is. But it still looks good in you and it made you smile for able to rock even with the least clothes you can get.

When you got out of the bathroom you saw Chanyeol near the closet. Rampaging around.

"Hey, I'm done. You can use the bath now." You silently said. You could not even voice a thank you.

He looked at you and felt him stiffen for a moment. Chanyeol stare at you for a good time and you feel like scanning yourself.

"What? Do I look weird?"

That snap him from whatever thought he is having.

"You look ridiculous." He mocked.

"Oh, I'm so sorry your majesty." You said, sarcasm oozing in your words while rolling your eyes at him.

You decided to leave him alone.

Your feet lead you to the bar counter and you cringe at the thought of drinking again.

Nah. Enough is enough. Maybe a cup of hot coffee will help.

You take over of his kitchen again not minding if he would find you being nosy.

Making a drink for yourself won’t be label as one, considering that you're also making some for the guy who is currently in the shower.

Time comes by as fast as it went and before you know it you are seating side by side with Chanyeol on the couch.

Sipping on the hot coffee that you prepared while staring at the heavy droplets running down outside the glass window.

He was wearing his usual black hoody and gray sweatpants. The typical Chanyeol style when he’s ready for bed.

How you know that? Well let’s just say you do notice.

Both of you shared the comfortable silence that you never knew existed but that didn’t last long.

You should have known.

"You sleep in the couch."

You looked at him bewildered. "Pardon?"

"You sleep in the couch." He told you again.

"You should be a nice host and let me take your bed. I'm a lady if I remind you."

He scoffs. "I see no lady in you. And my bed was bought for me. So, it’s mine."

"Cheap." You mumbled.

"Uncute." Chanyeol mumbles back as he took another sip on his cup.

"Rascal." You retort back. The game of insulting each other began.

"Ugly." He said nonchalantly.

"Man-whore."

"Loser." He sip again not sparing you a glance.

"Dickhead."

"Coward."

This time around you are getting a little irritated.

"Yoda."

He glared at you for a moment then. "Virgin."

You glared back. Was that supposed to be an insult?

And to make it more annoying he didn't just stop there. He continued his blabbering while enjoying his coffee.

If only you knew, you would have put poison in it.

"You really don't live for your name do you? Gongju-nim? Gongju-nim for what? Gongju-nim of virgins? Or maybe Gongju-nim of losers.”

Chanyeol was chuckling on his own joke which you didn’t find funny.

“You can't even be on par with me." He smirks and did not even bother to give you a glance as he place his finished drink on the table.

You felt a vain pop on your forehead and the last thin strand of resistant snap with it.

You smile menacingly.

"You know what I change my mind." You stood up beside him while slowly putting the cup on the center table.

Chanyeol look at your every move. Wondering to himself what are you up to.

"Change your mind on what?" He asked, you can tell that his confusion is genuine.

"On not taking you on. I can tolerate bad mouthing from others but just not yours. I had enough and I would not let you look down on me any further."

Chanyeol was confuse in what the hell is going on. And before he knows it, you're already sitting on his lap, straddling him.

"I'm gonna make you taste your own dose of medicine and beat you on your own game." You whisper under your breath.

He was shocked and stayed frozen for a moment before he immediately catches himself.

He did not expect for you to be this bold but who's complaining? He surely don't.

You lick his earlobe whispering seductively. "You should surrender now before it's already too late." You look down at him.

"Make me." His smirk made your blood boil. He counters your stare with his own.

"I warned you." You smirk back at him and he just shrug playfully.

"So, shall we start?" He said and grab the back of your neck to smash his lips to yours.

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Summer 2023 Anime Season

Here’s what I’m watching!

Shinigami Bocchan to Kuro Maid Season 2 has been adorable, just like season 1. It follows a young man who was cursed by a witch to kill any living thing he touches (clothes don’t prevent it so gloves are useless) and his beautiful maid who remains with him despite the danger, as well as a growing cast of characters who end up involved with them. Despite the grim premise, the show is overall lighthearted and sweet, more comedy than drama (though there are definitely some darker moments sprinkled throughout). Season 2 has been paying much more attention to the secondary couple of the series, Zain and Cuff, a pair of witches who have befriended the leads. They’re almost as cute as the main couple, so it’s been fun to watch their relationship develop (also I should note that they are a heterosexual couple, since “a pair of witches” might imply otherwise; there is a lesbian couple among the witches and they’re also adorable but they’re minor characters unfortunately). The show has always been about forming connections despite seemingly insurmountable obstacles, and I appreciate that these connections come in many forms, from romance to friendships to family ties. It’s a big hearted show with fun design work and cute music. The animation is CG and, well, it doesn’t always look great, but it’s not hideous and I’ve seen far worse. If you can look beyond the animation style, you’ll find an extremely endearing show.

Bungou Stray Dogs is on season 5… I think? Regardless, it remains one of the best anime I’ve seen in recent years. Once a show gets to this many seasons I feel like a plot summary is unnecessary. As I’ve said countless times already about this show, its true charm lies in its ability to blend all its different aspects into a satisfying experience without those different aspects distracting from each other. It can be hilarious, then heartbreaking, then thrilling, all within a few minutes of screen time and without diluting any of those feelings. It also does a great job of stacking the deck against the protagonists so that there’s a sense of tension and danger even when you’re fairly certain they will survive. One of the best things about this series, however, is that things don’t usually boil down to two guys punching each other to settle all the plot points. There are special abilities and characters with super strength and speed and of course that leads to a lot of cool battles, but there’s usually a lot more going on. There are nefarious plots and unique abilities with even more unique applications and characters engaging in mental warfare and chase sequences and cat and mouse games and so many other things besides straight up fights. This season in particular has highlighted these elements. The animation and design work are fantastic. The opening and ending themes are awesome (especially that opening holy shit). I wish everyone would try this series.

Undead Girl Murder Farce is a detective series with a supernatural twist. The detective in question is Aya, an immortal disembodied head being carried in a birdcage by her two attendants, a sharpshooting maid named Shizuku and an oni. The oni is Tsugaru, a somewhat jovial and laidback human-demon hybrid with incredible strength and the ability to kill or at least damage other supernatural creatures. In this world, pretty much all mythological creatures exist, from vampires to werewolves to even fictional characters like Sherlock, Frankenstein, Dracula, and the Phantom of the Opera. The overarching plot of the series is about Aya and her companions traveling through Europe in search of her missing body, solving cases involving supernatural creatures along the way. Aya herself is an interesting character, being intelligent enough to give Sherlock a run for his money while being lighthearted enough to joke about her own body-less predicament. Tsugaru is also a delight. He takes pretty much everything in stride and has an entertainer’s mannerisms, but he’s monstrously strong and his bond with Aya and Shizuku is charming to watch. The art and animation look great. The backgrounds are lovely and the clothing designs in particular are very pleasing. It has my favorite opening theme of the season and my second favorite ending theme. Highly recommended.

My Happy Marriage is another new series this season. Set during the Meiji Restoration period, the story focuses on an unfortunate young woman named Miyo. She’s basically Cinderella, abused and treated like a slave by her wicked stepmother and half sister (though in this story her father is just as bad) after her mother passed away when she was a child. Miyo is seen as useless because she has no supernatural abilities in a world where all the prominent families have them. Seemingly in an attempt to get rid of her, her family shoves her into an arranged marriage with a man named Kiyoka who is notoriously cruel and has frightened off several potential brides already. Since this is a sweet romance anime at its core, the rumors about Kiyoka have been greatly exaggerated (he’s gorgeous and super kind, which really shouldn’t be a spoiler if you’re familiar with any kind of romance tropes). But just because Miyo lucked out in the husband department doesn’t mean her life is suddenly perfect. There are lots of different forces at work, from jealous family members to political machinations. Plus there’s a lifetime of trauma for poor Miyo to deal with, which is handled in a sensitive and realistic way. The show overall is wholesome and definitely a slow burn, but that makes sense. Trauma doesn’t go away when your life improves. The series has a lot of other things going on concerning the abilities of different families and political maneuvering, but I enjoy it most when it’s just about Miyo and Kiyoka developing their relationship. The animation is beautiful, with a soft color palette and lovely backgrounds. Recommended if you like romance in historical settings and don’t mind some supernatural shenanigans.

Jujutsu Kaisen is on season 2, and this season has two very distinct arcs (punctuated by a three week break between them). The first arc is a prequel story showing the teenage years of Gojo, the protagonist’s arrogant but fun teacher from season 1. This arc has two primary purposes: to show Gojo becoming the absurdly overpowered beast we saw in the first season and to show his best friend Geto’s trauma-fueled descent into villainy. Both were handled exceedingly well and at this point they’re probably the five best episodes of the series. I had watched and enjoyed season 1 but honestly didn’t think much about the series after it was over. But these episodes? They made me a full blown fan. They made me go read the manga and get completely caught up in two days (to be fair I skimmed some stuff pertaining to characters I’m not super into). Since they’re a prequel story, I’d even feel good recommending that someone start with them, just to see what this show is capable of. Because the animation is mind blowing. It looks like movie-budget animation. The music is perfection (my favorite ending theme of the season). It’s just a very slick, cool package. I don’t have a lot to say about the second arc of the season because it just started, but if it follows the manga closely it will be amazing. The Shibuya Incident arc is one of the best arcs in modern shounen, taking place all in one night (Halloween night! I was sold right there!) and having some of the most gut wrenching moments in the series. So I expect great things. That new opening is an absolute banger too. Highly recommended.

Best of Season:

Best New Series: Undead Girl Murder Farce

Best Opening Theme: Undead Girl Murder Farce

Best Ending Theme: Jujutsu Kaisen (first half)

Best New Male Character: Tsugaru (Undead Girl Murder Farce)

Best New Female Character: Aya (Undead Girl Murder Farce)

#seasonal anime #anime reviews #anime recommendations #summer 2023 anime #text #jujutsu kaisen #undead girl murder farce #shinigami bocchan to kuro maid #bungou stray dogs #my happy marriage

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I'm still stuck on this, and I wonder about Found Footage Horror, or Analog Horror (maybe the recent Digital Horror). Like, I know for a fact that Twst is advance enough to have new technology. Like, those Horror are mostly found in the Internet with the rarities in main stream media like the Blair Witch Project.

There is also Liminal Space, like the uncanny feeling like there should be people here but there is no one. I feel Hearstabyul and Octa (this is the only dorm I can't spell with confidence) are the most creepiest. Hearstabyul cuz has the largest amount of people and it being fucking loopy. While, Octa being a rest of sort, and the big ass aquarium windows. Like some content creators, are good at it that it creates suspense and some lore. For example Kain Pixel's Backroom series and the Oldest View.

There are also other sites that are making horror stories with varying quality. Like the SCP wiki (but I have more fun seeing the world building, but there are some good stories in there), r/nosleep (it's a mixed bag), and my personal favorite podcast series The Magnus Archive (my fav is episode one)

There are a lot of similarities between horror in Twisted Wonderland and our own, primarily because we have significant overlap in the things we find scary. However, the existence of magic has made horror fiction both more and less scary. Less because if you’re a mage, there are a lot of things you can do to get yourself out of a situation or fight off the thing harming you. More because, well, imagine a powerful mage being the slasher in your horror movie.

The existence of magic has also created something of a niche of horror fiction: mage horror. Typically, it’s horror directed to mage consumers, often dealing with magic going out of control, overblots, and other general unsettling aspects of being a magic user. Overblotters mages also take a starring role in a lot of horror fiction- an overblotted mage actually is the main villain of a piece of horror media close in style to the Blair Witch Project film. A lot of the common tropes you might get from a witch on Earth are replaced with mages, often overblotted mage, in Twisted Wonderland. Demons roles are similarly filled by evil spirits.

Uncanny feelings in the dorms is an interesting idea. The Heartslabyul dorm at least seems like it would have some interesting shadowy places that would freak you out in the early morning. The dorm’s architecture is much less creepy to people who grew up in the Queendom of Roses, since that kind of architecture is traditional there, but people from elsewhere might be freaked out!

Octavinelle’s kinda creepy, too. To look out those windows and see nothing but the empty darkness beyond… That’d be enough to trigger anyone’s latent thalassophobia! I'd imagine there are some students who just avoid looking out the windows at night. Or maybe during the day, too!

Speaking of Octavinelle, my headcanon is that merfolk have the creepiest scary stories. Like, horrifically scary. They've canonically mentioned that a lot of merfolk go missing, and the sea is a very dangerous place to live (though it was the twins who said this, and I feel like they could be messing with us for fun. Until we have confirmation otherwise, I'll take their word for it). Merfolk horror media often is highly realistic, deals both with personal and cosmic horror in the same breath, and tends to get kind of graphic. A lot of hardcore horror fans on land will pay top dollar for copies of merfolk media. (Yes, Azul leverages this to hell and back.)

Generally, human and beastman media is pretty similar to what we have, with some modifications to existing myths. Vampires exist in horror media pretty much unchanged from our world, but werewolves are a tale from wolf beastmen, for example. Traditionally the same kind of horror. Fae horror is... well, it's either piss-terrifying or it doesn't translate well. Lilia's really good at identifying the piss-terrifying stuff and scaring people with that. Malleus will either tell you something that will make you stay up all night in cold fear completely casually, or he'll try to give some protracted horror story about the slow passage of time and the alteration of the world. It's a little unsettling, but it's not scary exactly.

That's about the sum of it. I don't think there's much more I have to say on horror here... though I'm sure if you ask more, I can come up with more headcanons!

#twisted wonderland #a million and one minutia #asked and answered

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oh boy, i believe i recognize what au "raphael vs aoi" is from! i didn't realize you were writing it, tell me more :D

I think I did share this snippet on the server! But I am very happy to talk about this AU.

First, context for anyone who does not know about a Very Specific turtle AU XD

This is a server AU where the various iterations of turtles are werewolf packs living in the same area. This kind of started with the meta thought of werewolves as "monster, curse or animal", due to the different ways horror movies can treat them and the different ways they might view themselves, and how this overlaps with how mutant turtles see themselves.

87 are wolves that were turned into werewolves accidentally by werewolf Splinter (they attacked him, he's very sorry he bit them, they are not that sorry they have thumbs now).

03 are experiments that were rescued by their (different) Splinter (they were human to begin with but don't remember it, Splinter was a wolf).

12 Splinter was a werewolf hunter who rescued some baby werewolves rather than kill them. They bit him in the process so he's been hiding out with them since. He's raised them to view it as a curse, they're the only ones that lock themselves up at full moon.

Rise are a different kind of experiment, with the blood of Old Ones (Krang) injected into them, making huge semi-humanoid demonic wolves at full moon. They're nice kids! But scary as hell. Lou Jitsu!Splinter is a vampire because Big Mama would be, wouldn't she? He can turn into a wolf as a result! Also a bat, but that's less good for family bonding.

We gave everyone different names, as well, which I'm not going to relate here. But it's important that Aoi is Rise!Leo while the 87 turtles are the ones who kept the original names.

So! 87 Raphael is usually the least angry Raphael - if any of his fans are reading this I need to note that as a pre-emptive apology - but he has a really bad time in Red Sky. So one of the things we were playing with in the werewolf AU was shifting things more towards Red Sky at some point both because it gives 87 werewolf issues (being hunted, feeling resentful) and because it makes 87 the oldest for a fun switch from them being the young, silly ones.

This snippet was me running with that idea, and with the fact that 87!Raphael gets less funny and more bitter under pressure but Rise!Leo just doubles down on the jokes. I'm not really sure I got Raphael's voice here, even at his most aggressive. But the idea of Aoi having his coping mechanism treated as annoying and broken by someone who usually shares it still feels like something.

The thing is. The thing is, it’s not really your fault. You’re not used to this, not used to feeling like this, and you’re not even sure if this is the way things have been going lately or the wolf hormones finally hitting. You’ve always been the quickest to yip and nip and tease but roll over as soon as anyone sends a glare your way. Suddenly you’re standing next to Donatello and Leonardo staring down Michelangelo when he starts bouncing along and poking at things.

That’s not the thing though. Making Michelangelo sad isn’t your fault either, but it’s not the thing.

The town’s feeling more hostile lately. You’ve seen enough horror movies to know what a mob looks like even before they grab the torches and pitchforks. It’s pretty certain you’re immune to pitchforks, but you’re not immune to torches, even if you’re not as flammable as Yoshi’s pack. That’s not counting the hunter someone hired who used silver bullets. Silver. Normal bullets bounce off you. These go through you and they burn all the way.

So you’ve always been the one to make a joke but not much seems funny right now. You’re territorial, uncertain, powerful, you’re picking fights with Leonardo, you’re terrified, you want it all to stop.

And Aoi made a dumb joke like everything was normal.

He’s a monster in wolf form. Huge, long limbs to reach for you tipped by tearing claws, with an uncanny ability to fade into the shadows. That didn’t stop you going for his throat like a bullet.

The look on his face, ears folded down, eyes wide and averted, the way he’d thrown himself back from you as if you were the size of Shuiro. Like you’d attacked a puppy.

Then he’d perked his ears up, lolling his tongue out in that weird doggy laugh he affects.

You switched to human form, soft hands and blunt nails. A signal that you weren’t going to fight that didn’t require backing down. “Get out of here, Aoi,” you said. “You’re not as funny as you think you are.”

You think maybe you shouldn’t have said that. You haven’t seen him since. He’s fine, though. If he was actually missing you’d have heard from all three of his brothers. He’s just avoiding you.

Aoi’s not the stupid puppy he acts like. He can handle some hurt feelings.

And anyway, it’s not your fault.

#meme #fanfic #I didn't even get into the whole #Yoshi (12 Splinter) and Lou Jitsu are related #or 12 Splinter and 03 Splinter share a Tang Shen #one was her husband one was her pet wolf #this AU has some backstory okay

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Hi hewwo hi you've activated the OC infodumping session!

Theres quite a few of them so I'll just throw the big deal ones at you as an introduction!

I will give a quick content warning for body horror and blood for some of the images. those are at the end when im showing off my favourite oc

First up are the main group from my original OC world, the very originals for my cast of many morons who run around in my head rent free 24/7 365

Aurora, Avry, Jessi, Lusikka, Amaris, and Wrath

Aurora was the first oc out of all of them! She started out as my fursona back when i was starting to be online regularly, now though im well past that since Arty borty here has well since become her own character rather than just me but furry

Aurora is a Fennec Lyotternx, otherwise known as a furred folk Chimera in the oc's world. It simply means both her parents were a mix of some form so she's roughly 1/3 fennec fox, 1/3 lynx and 1/3 otter. She come form a long line of furred folk who protect a large forested area outside of a small town called Cedar Creek. She's also a magic user! She uses Phytomancy - plant magic. Though she's not great at it.

Avry Rayne is in fact my daughter i love her so so so much she's great! one of The Big Three ocs who are constantly on my mind at any given moment (you'll see the other two soon). if I were to actually take the time to write anything out for this group of ocs she's probably the closest to a main character. In a setting full of furries, mythical creatures, modern day magic etc etc She got the short end of the stick. literally nothing magic or supernatural wise. She's just you're regular ol average person trying to survive fighting a literal demon of shadow taking over the world for her own amusement. She's got mommy issues and is head over heels for her best friend, Jessi.

Jessi is the resident shapeshifter which Ive done some worldbuilding on and posted about awhile back here and probably the most level headed of the three. She certainly has her head on straight more or less. She's strongly tied to dragons which are a critically endangered species in this world. Jess is part shapeshifter and part werecreature- specifically a weredragon. Due to the fact she can't control it, her shapechange on the fullmoon resembles more the wolfman style of werewolves than just a straight change to the animal itself. The fact she can't control it is one of her biggest fears and around the time of a full moon she'll run off deep into the forest to get as far away from humanity as possible, hoping to lessen the chance of the weredragon hunting anyone she cares about.

Amaris is the shadow demon who is causing problems on purpose for fun. She revels in chaos and wants to see the world turn to absolute madness. in this world she is the source of all your sleep paralysis demon stories. She's actually an entity from another dimension who was cast out for an attempted hostile takeover of her home realm. She has complete control over shadows, to the extent that she has her own sort of backrooms esque shadow passages she uses to get around quickly. So long as she can fit through a shadow she can essentially teleport through it. Its not that hard for her to fit through things though. the small stature of 4'9" helps a bit.

Wrath meanwhile is whats known as an Incarnate. Incarnates are the physical manifestation of concepts and ideas. So like how we imagine Death as a skeleton in black robes with a scythe would be considered an incarnate in this world. There's only one of Each emotion and as we can guess, Wrath is anger incarnate. She's found herself working with Amaris to help spread chaos and destruction around the world after the shadow demon broke her free of her confinement by the Emotion Manifestation Obtainment organization (E.M.O for short) Wrath is a living weapon essentially and can't die so long as something out there can experience anger. Her limbs can shapeshift into any melee weapon and she gets stronger the more things around her experience her emotion. This can backfire though and she can get overloaded with anger and quite literally explode, having to reform her physical body at a later point.

Lusikka is a petty thief who has a lot of issues. She's an orphan who took to shoplifting for attention and well turned out she got really good at it. She's the leader of a group known as the silverware trio and uses a giant spoon to fight with, as silly as that sounds. She and the other two (Forcella and Kiridashi) started as a team of supervillians in their own world where they had a rogues gallery of food themed heroes who kept trying to foil their plans. This is where Lusi's dislike for tacos comes from. Now its just because she can't handle spice at all. She gets better and ends up with a wife and kids and she loves them so very much.

She still can't stand Avry being obnoxious though. something something shortest temper imaginable.

moving on from that setting,

BLAIR! Blair Daniels-Anderson my beloved! Another one of The Big Three who are ever present. She's my far cry 5 player character and she has like the most stereotypically country song background story imaginable. its fitting for her and her terminal yeehaw brainworms.

Anyways, Blair's first wife divorces her, takes the house and the car and here she is planning to move back home to Calgary to pick up the pieces and then she gets stuck dealing with a religious cult and stuck in hope county Montana where she continues to have a bad time alongside @rainydaze-rhys 's OC Rook. (Rhys if you're reading this hi hewwo hi bestie!)

I Love the wives very much

and of course, we have the scifi setting thats also created with Rainydaze. while theres a spaceship crew of 12 and six of them are mine, you'll find that THE BLORBO of all time resides here.

Meet Colby! I love her, she has many much issues and is named after 3 different cheeses!

yes THIS is the one that has my brain in a chokehold. she is the one who's CONSTANTLY being rotated in the brain like a rotisserie chicken.

Colby grew up on Saturn's moon Titan dreaming of being able to see the universe. She joins the MIRA crewmate system and works on the Skeld ship as the ship's cook. They end up infected with a symbiotic alien parasite that shows up as all kinds of body horror on them. They're inspired by The Thing from the movie... well... The THING.

so like Colby gets their want to explore the universe but it comes at the cost of being permanently infested with an alien parasite that can and will do anything to make sure it and its host survive, which includes eating people. of course the crew has a medical scanner for respawning purposes so they're fine. but there sure do be a LOT of murdering from everyone on this ship.

She also ends up dating the ships medical AI who is an evil scientist and i love her very much also. incredibly normal about both Colby and their GF, Micah, who belongs to Rainydaze-Rhys.

heres more art of the blorbo of all time!!!

Your honour, She is stupidt

#hi hewwo yes this incredibly brief overview of the most relevant ocs took like 2 hours #this isnt even getting into the rest of the characters from these settings #or flight rising dragons #or warrior cats #Kris talks #basically if i dont create some little guys (gender neutral) i will perish #oc posting

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