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ahsxual · 2 months

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stu macher x fem reader where stu is her best friend and hes a tattoo artist, so he gives her a tattoo and goes down on her mid tattooing ?? just bunch of smut hehe 🫶🏻

Tattoo Your Pleasure On Me

Warnings: minors dni +18, oral sex (f!receaving), fingering, lots of teasing, overstimulation, reader's first tattoo, reader loves horror and the tattoo is related to that, squirting

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 1,9k

A/N: I swear you guys have the best ideas... I hope you enjoy this as much as I did! Thanks for sending me your request, dear anon ✨🫶🏼

Today you were feeling more nervous than usual, yet the excitement was definitely palpable too. However, you couldn't be judged, since your best friend was going to do your first tattoo ever. You've always wanted to tattoo something meaningful, yet pretty on yourself. You thought that tattoos and body art were pretty cool, that it would convey a powerful message that would stay with you for the rest of your life. It was certainly a big commitment and you were so ready for it.

Stu used to tease you about wanting to tattoo your whole body with whatever came to his mind and, when you agreed to do it on your own terms, he was surprised and immediately thrilled. Now, here you were, at his small tattoo studio laying on the tattoo stretcher, as you trembled slightly and your eyes wouldn't move away from the ceiling.

"Hey sweet cheeks, just chill alright? I promise you're in good hands! Probably the best hands in town, actually." Stu chuckled loudly in an attempt to calm you down in his own way, which actually worked if you were honest. His goofiness and serenity always reassure you whenever you felt nervous, and that's why he was your best friend, after all.

"Yeah, I know. It's just... you know, first times are the scariest." you chuckled nervously, as he looked at you while raising his eyebrows in a perverted way.

"And the next times always feel better, don't they?" he stuck his tongue out playfully and laughed at his own not-so-innocent comment. You rolled your eyes at him, as you also laughed softly at his remark.

"You know, you really surprised me with this one, Y/N. I never thought you would want me to tattoo you, but oh man, I'm glad you did.! You'll be even sexier than you already are!" he gasped, before laughing when you punched his arm, as he sat on his chair next to you with the material he needed.

"Stop messing around and do it already, Stu!" you shouted at him playfully with a broad smile on your face, as you watched him get super excited for what was about to happen.

"Alright alright, you're the one in charge here, ma'am! So... just letting you know it's gonna hurt a bit, so tell me when it gets too much, ok?" he warned you more seriously this time and you nodded slowly, your anxiety starting to show again.

He noticed your behavior change, so he placed his gloved hand on your thigh to calm you down. You immediately felt a warm sensation run through your body... an unexpected, yet pleasant reaction to his comforting touch. You decided to ignore that strange feeling for your best friend for now, so that he could concentrate and finish his work.

"But don't worry, ok? It's gonna be all good and I'm here if you need anything. You will love it, trust me! Now, if you'll excuse me..." you smiled at him, before you let him pull down your shorts just a bit.

You wanted to tattoo a knife with a rose entwined just above your genitals and at the end of your torso. It was meaningful for you, since you've always loved horror movies and, most of the time, you had a crush on the killer or villain, so that's why the rose was also included. You thought it was something simple, subtle, sexy and somehow meaningful to you. As you can imagine, Stu was absolutely smitten with your idea and immediately wanted to be the one to tattoo it on you.

When he started to place the inked needle into your sensitive skin, you gasped in pain. Stu looked at you initially worried, until a smirk appeared on his face.

"You got this, doll. I know this is a delicate area, but I'll take good care of you. I'll make it quick." and he started tattooing you again.

You tried to hold in a few gasps of pain, when suddenly he touched an extremely sensitive spot of yours, which made you accidentally moan in pain. You bit your lips hard after muttering an embarrassed "sorry" as your cheeks turned red. When you looked at Stu expecting him to make fun of you, he was instead staring at you for a moment with a serious, unreadable expression and dilated pupils, before returning to his work without saying a word. You found his behavior strange, as you felt even more embarrassed now. You've just moaned in front of your best friend, so it's totally normal to feel like that!

As time passed, you were admiring his work with a slight grin on your face since he was almost done, before he changed his position, causing his finger and the palm of his large hand brush against your core. You tried your best to keep quiet so as not to reveal the wave of pleasure you suddenly felt, and now your clit was uncontrollably aching for more contact. And to make things worse, he simply left his hand right there to finish the last details of your tattoo. For a moment, you wondered if he'd done it on purpose or not.

"You're ok there?" his low tone made you jump, as you weren't expecting him to speak and because his voice sounded... deeper somehow.

"Yeah, I uh.... I'm good, don't worry." you gave him your fakest smile, so as not to show him how extremely turned on you were by that sight: his focused face and blue eyes fixed on your hips, as his large, gloved hands moved the needle with such precision; his forearms were visibly tense to hold your skin and the needle with his other hand.

He had already finished your tattoo, but pretended he was still working so he could discreetly touch your clothed pussy. If he wasn't Stu Macher and you didn't know him so well, you would have thought he hadn't done it intentionally. However, you knew him well and clearly were aware of his real intentions. You held back a moan as you tried to pull your hips away from him, but he seemed to follow your movements, pressing harder until it was quite obvious of what he was doing.

"Someone seems to be turned on by being tattooed by their dear "best friend"." he smirked widely as his tone changed at the word that described your relationship, but best friends aren't supposed to feel turned on by each other, right?

"I can feel your wetness through your shorts, doll. Are you sure you're alright?" he teased you while frowning innocently, trying miserably to act clueless. Your breathing began to get heavier, as you looked at Stu with a desperate look. He read your body language expertly, before he stood up to lean closer to you and whisper softly.

"What would you do if I ripped off your pretty shorts and panties and ate you out until you're begging me to stop, huh? Does that sound as good to you as it does for me, baby? You know, just your reward for behaving so well and being such a good girl for me..." he licked and bit your earlobe, before kissing your neck with his warm, wet tongue.

One of his hands stroked your clothed clit, while the other was gripping your hair. This time, you moaned loudly at his gestures, without trying to stop him and actually encouraging him to continue.

"You have to answer me with words, baby. Otherwise, I won't do anything to you. So, how is it gonna be? Are you gonna let me make you cum in my mouth? Because I swear... your tattoo his really doing something to me, love..." you suddenly grabbed Stu's short hair and pulled him into a hungry, sloppy kiss. He reciprocated immediately, his tongue fighting for dominance over yours as he took off his glove. His right hand slipped inside your shorts and rubbed your soaked pussy.

"Holy shit, Y/N... I've never felt a girl this wet before. Is this really all for me? Fuck, you're gonna be the death of me..." he said between long breaths, clearly losing control.

It was then that he broke the kiss and positioned himself between your legs, before he removed your shorts and drenched panties in one swift movement. He barely had time to admire your pussy, no longer in control of himself, as he opened and grabbed your legs firmly before diving into your dripping cunt. He started to give you long licks and fucking your wet hole with his long tongue, before sucking your clit and shaking his head like a starving man. You were moaning like crazy, the feeling of his mouth on your pussy being too much for you to be able to hold back your orgasm. He must have been incredibly experienced with other girls, because there was no way that was his first time eating pussy. He was devouring you as if you were his favorite and last meal, and that he also needed to eat you out to get oxigen to live. It wasn't long before your first orgasm came.

"Fuck Stu, I'm gonna fucking cum! Please don't stop, just like that!!" you shouted, before letting out a scream mixed with a powerful moan, as the intensity of your first orgasm was something you had never experienced before.

While you were recovering from your first orgasm, you noticed Stu approaching to see your reaction with his mouth and lips covered in your cum, while he held your trembling legs.

"This is what I mean when I say I want my girl to almost pass out from pleasure!" he laughed at his own joke, before kissing your inner thighs. "Come on baby, let's do it again! I'll be so disappointed and embarrassed if I only make you cum once."

As you tried to process what he had just said, you felt his lips and tongue once again on your pussy, making you wince and shudder from overstimulation. He didn't seem to care about your pleas to slow down, and to tease you further, he added two long fingers inside you, before curling them in the right spot.

"Fuck Stu no, that's too much!!" you screamed desperately as you tried to reach his head, but his hand was faster and stronger, so he grabbed your arm and put his over your belly. The moment he applied that pressure to your uterus while pinning you down, as he fastened his fingers deep inside you and sucked your clit harshly, you felt a strong pressure inside your lower parts that was almost painful. Seconds later, while you were still screaming and moaning Stu's name, you squirted all over his face and fingers. If you thought your previous orgasm was intense, nothing could describe what you felt at that moment. Stu let go of you slowly, before he looked at you dumbfounded and with a proud look plastered on his face. You stared at him back with concern and shame from what you just did.

"Omg, I'm so sorry Stu... I-I didn't mean-"

"Just shut up and do it again. Now that I know you're capable of doing that... you're not leaving until you do it again, you understand me?"

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senseichaos · 3 months

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Howdy howdy! I ADORED "You Can't Run. Hell. You Can't Even Hide" The balance between absolute fear, dizzy hypnotic confusion, and wide eyed admiration that the reader character holds for Vox is immaculate! Also them calling him Mister Vox is just Chef's kiss (it is WAY too hard to find xReader fics or even just fics in general where the honorific is Mister (C/N) and I love every one I find). The clothing change moment was probably my favorite, I'll always be a sucker for the representation of being broken and rebuilt in someone's image combined with the gift of pretty clothes. I keep going back to reread the whole story.

I know it's a oneshot, but since your requests are open, I figured I'd shoot my shot and ask if you would make a part two where Mister Vox just wrecks us, preferably sexually. We did leave off on him finding us trying to run away, do we not deserve to be punished for such an offense after all he's done for us? I also would love to see if/how much Vox has to push us to slowly become happy to be his, if that's something he wants (I could imagine having a rowdy unwilling runaway as his possession would get frustrating after awhile and be terrible for his image). There's honestly so much potential for what could happen next, and even though I could stew in my imagination, I would very much love to be at the mercy of your interpretation of the funky TV man a little longer.

That said, take your time, I know you've gotten a huge influx of Hazbin requests, hell I wouldn't be surprised if someone else already requested something similar to what I requested. I also understand if you can't/don't want to fulfill this request for any reason, that's what makes it a request. No matter what, you're an amazing writer and I hope you have a wonderful day!

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AAAAAAH!! I love you sm! When I saw this request I knew I had to do it at some point! I'm giving you the name 💙 anon from now on so if you request again I know it's you!

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Forever and always

(part 2 to: You can't run. Hell, you can't hide either)

Summary: After that day you attempted to escape from Vox, you had become somewhat accustomed to this new life you are forced to be living. Or you were until Vox gives you your first day off, causing you to find something out that would change how you live forever.

Genre: Smut, Angst, Horror (?)

Warnings: Non-Con, Yandere behavior, Possessive behavior, Sadism, Masochism, Electric shocks, Mind control, Drugging, Love potion, Vox is an asshole, Hurtful language, forced, gilded cage, soul contracts, unprotected sex (DONT), Vox owns reader, dacryphilia, let me know if I missed any!!

(not proof read)

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That day you attempted to escape from your gilded cage you wished to escape again, though vox had managed to continue his control. Even when he tugged you back by your electric leash you felt that horrid sinking feeling. This was it. For the rest of eternity as you know it Vox has you. He owns you, your soul, your body, your life; or well, lack thereof. You couldn't run from him no matter what you did, he practically controls the pride ring, keeping you tethered there like a puppy on a leash is simple to him. He has eyes everywhere. You cannot hide anywhere.

Recently Mister Vox has become a lot more... Touchy. Those fleeting touches of his fingers against your back, poking against your chin, pressing into your neck, swiping against your bottom, touching against your bosom. There is an odd burning feeling to it, you don't want to enjoy Mister Vox touching you in such ways, you don't want to enjoy it when he sucks his teeth at you or licks his tongue against his gums. But you do. You can't quench that desire. Especially when he'd moved you into his room from your apartment building. He hadn't made you share a bed with him, thank Lucifer, but he had made you sleep near enough to him that you can tell when he's.. pleasuring himself. Almost as if he wants you to hear him.

You and Mister Vox have never been better, besides from such hurdles. You stay obedient no matter how badly you wish to escape his arms. To cut all of his tight bounds on your body and run away. You'd figure out how, one day, you would.

"Good morning my dear! Did you have a gratifying sleep?" This is how most mornings go, Mister Vox will wake you with a poke if your side and a coffee in hand, already fully dressed and done up. You've always considered yourself a light sleeper, so you never know how he manages to make you a coffee every morning without so much as stirring you awake. You smile, nodding softly as you pry your eyes from his two dimensional face.

"Thank you Mister Vox, uhm.. did you have a good sleep as well?" You ask, taking a sip of the perfectly made coffee. Vox smiles, nodding as he takes a seat on the side of your bed.

"Of course, my dear. So, I know you have been working very hard recently... So I've decided to give you the day off!" Mister Vox declares, outstretching his hands as he gives you a manic smile. A day off? Why? This has to be a test. he's just going to leave you.. alone? For a whole day? This has to be fake, a joke, a flook.

"Oh my dear don't look so surprised! You've been a very good girl recently so I thought you deserved a day off," Mister Vox pauses, looking up at the roof for a second before peering back at you. "Now don't think this means we don't have rules, you are to stay in here for the day. If you want to go shopping I have to accompany you, alright? But I do have an appointment in an hour so it won't be for long,"

"Remember, I have eyes everywhere.."

You laugh awkwardly, shrinking into your own figure.

"I know Mister Vox.. I wouldn't forget," You can't stop that sorrow from entering your voice, but quickly you put on that mask of a smile once again. Mister Vox clasps his hands together, that red dripping from his maw again. "Great! Now I'll see you soon, be a good girl for me, hm?" He says, ruffling your hair atop your head with a condescending gaze.

"Yes Mister Vox," you reply simply, watching as he disappears in Into a blue line of electricity, shooting into the camera.

Fuck. Now what?

You can't remember the last time you were given this type of freedom, even if it wasn't a lot of freedom. Often you were tethered to Vox's side. Everyone in the building knows that you belong to Vox. Everyone outside of the building probably knows this, too.

There's this odd feeling in your stomach, this odd feeling as if you were floating. It happened every time you drank your morning coffee, but you'd always assumed it was just that feeling of awakening from slumber. But today, oh today it is stronger than ever before. It's as if you can feel every nerve in your body be rewired, every single hair on your body stand on end. Every sensation is doubled.

What the fuck was in this coffee? What is this euphoria? What is this yearning.. this yearning for Vox? You suddenly wish he was here, with you, holding you, calling you his good girl.. m

Shaking your head to rid yourself of such thoughts, you stand from your bed, fixing the large blue shirt you wear (that vox often asks you to wear when you sleep) as you walk to the kitchen.

The kitchen in Mister Vox's room is a large area just off to the side of his desk space, lined with many kitchen appliances and red cabinets. You are determined to figure out what he's putting in your coffee, what's making you feel so emotional. Needy. Awful. You scan the room, finding the coffee machine in the corner of the room with a couple bags next to it. Coffee, sugar, creamer... Nothing suspicious yet, it seems. Crouching down, you look open the cabinets beneath the coffee machine. Looking through the half full area.

Then you saw it, a small vial hidden behind a spare bag of creamer labeled 'Valentino and Velvette: Love potion'.

Terror shoots through you, causing you to drop the vial to the floor. It shatters everywhere, leaving the pink liquid to seep into the tiles below. He's drugging you. All this time, you feeling this want for him, burning at his touch, listening to him as he jerks himself off late at night. You wanting him to do things to you. It's all part of his plan to make you his, completely. To make you want to be his.

Burning tears fall down your cheeks, humoring you as you stand on shaky legs from the tile. What do you do? Now more than ever you want an out, a loophole, a way to take your soul back from his greedy claws. Anxiety, terror, hurt, worry, pain.

You want to prevent yourself from doing anything drastic, you really do. But all you can feel is this pain, this pain as you run on your feet to the balcony door. Trying your hardest to pry open the doors as they rattle loudly, shaking them, pulling them, pushing them. This evil man can't keep you here for any longer. You'd do anything to leave, ruin yourself for him, do something awful, make yourself less attractive to him.

Nausea. Headache. Your knees buckle as an electric blue overtakes your vision. What is this? You can't breathe, Vox. Vox. Help. Your head clouds, words fill your brain and you feel yourself being wrapped up by sharp claws. You can't scream. Help me. Please.

"You really think it's that easy?" Mister Vox.

"I can't believe I trusted you alone, even for a minute. After all I've done for you, as well. After I gave you a life some would dream for. Stupid girl." He sounds mad, horridly mad. Regretful. Throbbing takes over your body as sound waves film your ears. You can feel him lift you into his arms, placing you down onto a soft surface harshly.

"How am I supposed to make you understand this? You're mine,"

Your vision slowly comes back, until all you can see is him as he stares at you from above. His eyes are dark, domineering, needing. He's ready to take. What is he doing? All you can feel is his claw as it travels up your middle, between the valley of your breasts, stopping at the middle of your neck.

"Now, my dear? Are you going to let me teach you a lesson? For being such a brat?" You gasp, feeling his hand as it circles around your neck, effectively taking some air from your lungs. You shake your head, attempting to move your heavy legs from him with wet teary eyes.

"Nonono! Get off, please, get off!" You cry, writhing in his grasp. He sighs, rolling his eyes as he clicks his fingers. Suddenly a pulse of electricity goes through you, causing a shock to blur your eyes and pull a scream from you.

"Every time you try anything I'm shocking you, Dove. Don't try to escape from me, it's not going to work," he grins, laughing at your frightened teary eyes. "I can do whatever I want to you, my dear! I fucking own you!!" He growls, using his hand that isn't around your neck to push your thighs to your chest, revealing your bare pussy from beneath your oversized shirt.

"No please.. I'll do anything..?"

"Oh I'm sorry dear, but this is what I want more than anything right now.. maybe you should have thought of this before making such a racket and alerting everyone in the building, hm?" He says, dragging his clawed finger through your building wetness. He finally takes his hand from your neck, instead using it to keep your thighs in place as he pinches your clit between his sharp claws.

"Ah! Mister Vox.. hurts..!" You wail, wiping your tears from your eyes as he continues to abuse your sensitive bud between his fingers. He chuckles looking up at you as you gasp in pain.

"Hah! Wail all you want, dear, no one can save you." Vox guffaws, finally taking his claws from your clit. Only to plunge them into your aching hole without warning. You moan out, feeling the sharpness of them inside of you as he curls his fingers into your g-spot.

Mister Vox revels in your wails of pain and pleasure, fucking you with his clawed fingers harsh and fast. His claws are surely are scratching you from the Inside, he can tell by the way your hands tremble and clasp over your lips.

You can't help but feel good. This masochism of yours that forces it's way into you. Every scratch of his fingers inside of you just makes you want to cum. You can't give him that satisfaction, you can't let him know that you are enjoying every second of his claws thrusting inside of you. This is awful. You hate it. You hate that you love it.

"Is my little dove enjoying this? Awe.. to scared to admit you fucking love this?" Vox laughs sadistically, giving you an extremely harsh thrust of his fingers into your g-spot. You squeal, vision going white for a moment as his fingers go at this manic speed. You feel your orgasm build, wishing to break through the walls and release. But you can't let it, you won't let him have that. You'll never let him have that feeling knowing he's won.

"If you don't cum I'll fucking ruin you, dove."

You gasp and choke on saliva, clawing on the bedsheets below as he forces you to orgasm. There's no getting out. He knows that you are trying not to cum. And he won't let it happen.

"Yes.. Mister Vox.." you say softly, hole clenching around his fingers as your orgasm crashes over you in waves. Vox makes sure to drag it out, giving you slow rhythmic thrusts of his fingers to watch your body contract and writhe with pleasure.

"Good dove, listening to commands for me," He says softly, stroking the side of your cheek as he kneels between your legs. You want to pull away, but once again that burning and yearning feeling fills you. That stupid potion had an effect, and you can tell. From the way you feel a dizzy want when he looks at you to the wetness that continues to build between your thighs.

"Now, I'm going to fuck you so hard.." He laughs so himself, smiling crazily as he presses his hand to his face. "I'm gonna fuck you SO FUCKING hard, you won't even remember who I am anymore! How does that sound, my little slut?" Your lower lip wobbles as more tears threaten to fall from your eyes.

"Awful.." you whisper.

Another strong electric shock goes through you, causing you to scream out Mister Vox's name in pain as your body is left shaking and aching.

From the corner of your eye, you see Vox unzipping his fly.

"Wrong answer! Haha! Wrong fucking answer stupid slut," He growls, pressing the tip of his cock to your hole without a care. There something wrong with him, he's acting more crazy than ever before. He's getting off on your fear, getting off on your pain, getting off on knowing you can't do anything but be his.

With a loud slap, Vox sinks his entire length into you. You scream, clutching onto the bedsheets for dear life as he looms over you. He doesn't even give you a moment to let you rest, immediately setting a ruthless pace with his hips into yours. Every thrust causes your vision to go spotty with the pure force he drives his hips with, groaning with every thrust as he stares completely into your face as it scrunches in a pleasurable pain.

"S'too much! M-Mister vox It hurts!" You cry, reaching out to press your hands against his shoulders, clawing into his coat. You don't even care anymore, you want at least a small bit of comfort from these strong unforgiving thrusts. Vox chuckles at this, leaning down closer so he can capture your lips in a (forced) yet passionate kiss.

His long electric blue tongue immediately finds its way into your gob, passionately fornicating it against your own as his thrusts send you into a sort of floaty state. Vox maps the entirety of your mouth, tasting every crevice of you from your lips to the back of your throat. He thrusts almost ravenously like a dog, tip of his cock sometimes painfully pressing against your cervix.

Pulling away, Mister Vox looks Into your eyes, revelling in the way you claw at his back. You whimper and moan loudly, eyes fluttering closed as a tear falls down your cheek. He kisses it away, looking up at your closed eyes with a grin.

"Open your eyes, dove. Look at me while I fuck you." You cry out, opening your eyes for him so you can see him look at you with pleasure.

"Y-yes Mister- Ah! Vox.."

He chuckles, thrusting into you extremely hard. You can see the bulge of his cock in your stomach, poking against your skin in such a way you almost want to touch it.

"I'd fucking breed you if I could, fill your filthy cunt with all my little babies so then you can't even dream of leaving.. but I can imagine," Vox rambles, taking your cheek into his hand so he can look at you longingly- and almost affectionately. If it weren't for the position you're in you'd almost be enjoying this moment.

"Mister Vox!" You cry, back arching as your orgasm begins to prod at your stomach.

"Hm?" He asks, grunting as he thrusts into you.

"Can I cum? Please! Please please please.." You beg, legs quivering wildly. Vox chuckles, giving you an adoring look as you bite your lower lip.

"Awe look at you! Asking Mister Vox to cum and everything.." Vox begins, biting his lip as you sputter on a moan. "Of course you can, dove. Let go so I can fuck my cum into you.."

You scream his name when you cum, digging your nails so hard into his back you're sure his coat has tears in it.

You'd given up. Well and truly. You wouldn't admit it. But you've finally accepted it. You belong to Mister Vox. Forever and always.

Forever and Always.

Vox gives you one last thrust, emptying his cum into you with a moan from his own lips. Eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, Vox drags out his orgasm by serving you a few more small quick thrusts, making sure every last drop is inside of you.

But when he has, he doesn't pull out.

"Mister Vox.. pull out.." you whimper, wiggling your hips against him.

"Haha! As if. I said i'd fuck my cum into you, didn't I? I haven't done that yet.. okay?" He asks, stroking a hand through your hair.

"Yes Mister Vox."

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factual-fantasy · 4 months

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23 ASKS! THANK YOU! :DD 🐟

@timestorm04

1: Captain Barnacles! :DD

2: One of the reasons why I redrew them suddenly was because I was thinking of re-writing my Octonauts Sea dwellers AU :0 But I'm going back on that now tbh.. :///

They didn't figure it out and they did end up booking it. I mean,, can you really blame them?

We know Papyrus, and all of us would absolutely give him the benefit of the doubt and assume he was innocent. But Seam and Jevil don't know the Papyrus we know.

All Seam sees is an absolute mountain of bodies and an state of utter decay all around him.. with suspiciously the last man standing being a very clearly mentally unstable skeleton.. would you assume he was innocent?

Add onto that all the stress Seam was under, how unstable he was as well. Seam couldn't see the situation any other way and he was not taking any chances.

AAA THANK YOU!! IM SO GLAD TO HEAR THAT YOU LIKE THEM!! :DDDD

@foxythefox711

I don't watch Adventure time currently and I don't know all the nitty gritty of the shows lore.. but my favorite characters from what I've seen is Simon! With Jake as a close second. :} Also Prismo is 3rd I think-

f...fank youu!!

(Also the protons joke got a laugh outa me XDD )

:DD Thank you so much! I'm glad you like how I draw them!! :}}

@couchwow

oh ok

Wait are the characters from the game actually baked in an oven to be "born"?? I didn't know that--

@taizarack

:DD I'm glad you like them! And although I don't have either game, I hope to learn a little more about the games lore :0

@chickenheadguy (Link in question)

Oh! Thank you! Lemme just take a look an--

170 VIDEOS??

GORL THEY WEREN'T LYING THOSE COOKIES GOT LORE-

(Also thank you for the compliments and the link! :DD )

@luna-purple454

NO HE DOESN'T GET KILLED-- Seam and Jevil just jump to another AU as soon as Jevil had the strength to. Leaving Papyrus behind in the process..

(Also thank you!! :DD )

@torriderrelic44

I don't have any plans to draw any art like that, no.. sorry! <:/

YES. YES IT DOES. But its not the people who go "ohmygosh I LOVE this (AU/thing) you made! Its wonderful! Do you have any plans to continue it someday.? If not that's ok! Just wondering!" Those guys are fine and I take it as a compliment actually!

Its the people who say things like "When are you gonna finish this" "Why did you stop drawing this" "How long until you draw this again" "I don't like what you're drawing, now go back to this it was better" comments like THOSE, suck. And its always about the same comics/subjects that I stopped drawing months ago. Looking at you Octonauts crab comic

As for my AUs, its not too hard for me to remember all of them. I never have more than 5-6 per fandom. I can usually list them off by memory! :0

Tbh the animatronics would probably just register that as a mess/hazard and would notify an employee about the issue. In which the employee would dispatch a mop bot to go clean it up. I imagine it unfortunately happens often enough that the bots aren't really fazed. Kids amirite-

I have drawn her at least twice from recent memory! Once in this horror post, and she makes an appearance in part 1 of my FNAF AU recap/repair! :00

The reason why I rarely draw her is becuase of the plans I have for her in my AU. She is meant to be very mysterious and I want the changes I made to her in my re-write to be a surprise-

Also thank you! I'm glad you like my cookie run creatures! :}}}

WAAAA THAK YOU SO MUCH!!!😭😭💖😭

I'm not sure actually.. idk if the characters from the games are aware that they are "cookies" in the sense that they are meant to be eaten- So I'm not sure how my characters would react either-

Its related to the names of the drivers, I cant share anything else! :x

@mumble-jumble-gallery (Post in question)

Magic candy..? Huh- well I'm glad it isn't world shattering at least-- <XDD

@ravenslog

THANK YIU!! :DDD

:DD Thank you so much! I'll be sure to draw them again sometime XD

@beryl-shade

Sorry for the late reply! This ask got buried-

If you look to this post for reference, I was thinking that Fredbear would be as tall as Bonnie. Maybe a little taller.? And Spring Bonnie would be about as tall as Foxy :00

#my response #fnaf security breach #octonauts #undertale #deltarune #seam deltarune #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run ocs #my ocs

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That Laugh - Jerome Valeska x Reader

Summary: Y/N shows everyone what happens when they mess with her ginger. Warnings: Swearing, violence, and pls tell me if I forgot to add anything. A/N: Part 2 to Itsy Bitsy

She was fuming.

What started off as another day in Arkham, locked up with her favorite person, turned into a day of revenge. Against who? She was going to find out.

"Who did this to you?" She interrogated Jerome as she examined the purple bruising around his eye and imagined all the horrible things she planned to do to the person responsible.

"Who do you think?" Jerome scoffed, gently slapping her hand away from his face when she accidentally pressed her thumb a little too hard on his bruise.

Y/N followed his line of sight to the inmate talking loudly on the other side of the dining hall.

"Ryan?"She questioned, her eyes flashing with something akin to anger. She made a choking gesture with her hands and said with a humorless laugh, "I'm going to strangle him."

"Yeah. I'm sure he'd love that," Jerome spat, which Y/N raised a brow at. "Come on, doll. He's been drooling over you since he got here."

"Really?" She perked up, sneaking a peek at the inmate who was indeed staring at her as though she were a piece of meat, before looking back at her friend who scrunched his nose in annoyance. "Relax, J. Gingers are more my type."

"Ha. Very funny," Jerome laughed.

He thought she was joking, but he failed to notice her expression fall for a split second before faking a smile and laughing along with him.

They continued to talk for the remainder of lunch until the guards sent them back to their cells to wait for the next mealtime. Y/N kissed Jerome on the cheek before bidding him farewell and telling him she'll see him at dinner.

Looking back on it now, Jerome's not sure he should have believed her.

Dinner began nearly ten minutes ago, and Y/N still hadn't shown up. It hadn't escaped his notice that Y/N wasn't the only one who hadn't shown up for dinner. Ryan was also missing from the cafeteria, which didn't sit well with Jerome who could only imagine the kinds of things they were probably doing.

He couldn't describe the anger he felt at the idea of the two of them together. Y/N was his friend. Not Ryan's. Y/N belonged to him. Not that pathetic ass who was only pretending to be insane just so he wouldn't have to go to Blackgate. Well, it wouldn't be much better here. Jerome would make sure of that.

His thoughts of vengeance were interrupted when he heard the screams. It was nothing like the screams he heard in any horror movie he'd seen nor has he heard any of the other inmate let out such blood curdling screams.

The guards immediately ran towards the sound, and the other inmates ran towards the gate hoping to get a good view of whatever was going on. Jerome stayed seated. He had a feeling he knew who those wails belonged to.

Then he heard that laugh. It was gleefully maniacal and absolutely hysterical, and would probably scare the socked off most people, but it made Jerome feel a certain way. It was as though her laugh was a drug and he was addicted to the sound of it.

It wasn't long before Jerome found himself cackling too.

Everyone watched as half of the guards struggled to get Ryan away from the source of his terror and the other half dragging a still-cackling Y/N towards the gate. While Ryan had to be carried off, Y/N was forcefully shoved into the dining hall by a very angered orderly.

Y/N's eyes met Jerome's and she gleefully sauntered over to him and sat in her usual spot across from him.

"After dinner, I'm being sent to solitary confinement," She beamed.

She looked up when Jerome didn't say anything and her smile grew despite mistaking his besotted expression for pride. If only she knew, Jerome thought, though today he was content knowing that he didn't have to share her with anyone.

Eventually, two orderlies arrived to escort Y/N away. As usual, she placed a chaste kiss on his cheek, bid him farewell, and asked him to take care of Bitsy until she returned.

"Oh, and you don't have to worry about Ryan. He won't be bothering you again," She smirked before leaving.

#gotham jerome valeska #jerome valeska x reader #jerome valeska #jerome valeska x you #gotham jerome #gotham

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otakusheep15 · 7 months

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Obey Me Flufftober 2023 Day 2

Prompt: Movie

Pairing: Mammon x reader (gender neutral)

Word count: 678

A/n: Happy day 2 of Flufftober! This prompt was pretty difficult for me, and it went through so many different versions, but I'm pretty happy with the final result. Warning for mentions of non-specific horror movies/jumpscares and such. It's not described in any detail, just mentioned.

Watching a movie in the House of Lamentation was always an event. If you wanted to watch a movie with the whole family, there needed to be a months notice just in case someone had plans. Conversely, if you wanted to watch a movie alone or with just one brother, it suddenly seemed like the whole house was free to watch the movie.

That's why you were extra careful when planning this at-home movie date with Mammon. The two of you had made absolute sure that every one of his brothers would be busy. This way, you two could finally enjoy some alone time. It's not like the two of you didn't enjoy his brothers' company; it's just that, sometimes, you'd like to be alone as a couple and do something with each other.

Mammon had let you pick out the movie today. He had been wanting to experience more human world movies since meeting you, so you've been slowly introducing him to some of your favorites. Today you decided on a horror movie since Halloween was approaching. You knew Mammon wasn't the biggest horror movie fan, but you were hoping this one would be tame enough for him, as it was one of your favorites and you wanted to enjoy it with him.

You had informed him in advance that it would be a horror movie, but, in typical Mammon fashion, he played it off. Despite you having witnessed firsthand how scared he is of horror movies, Mammon claims that horror movies don't scare him in the least, and that you don't have to worry about him. If anything, he should be the one worrying about you since you're a weak human and all. You let him rant, knowing the movie would shut him up quick. As much as you love him, Mammon really could be a cocky bastard sometimes.

The movie starts, and he does seem to be doing well so far. If anything, he's doing much better than you thought he would, which is impressive. Then the cold open jumpscare hits, and Mammon is already flying out of his seat. When you pause the movie to make sure he's okay, he tries to play it off as if you imagined the whole thing, but you know better. You ask him if he'd like to continue, and he says yes, although you notice he was rather hesitant in his answer.

Things did not get better from here. Every time there was a sound cue or a change in lighting, Mammon would either jump, scream, cling on to you, or some combination of all three. When an actual jumpscare hit, he would actually jump up and hide behind you. At this point, he's not even trying to claim he isn't scared, and you're at least thankful for that much. However, you decide about halfway through the movie that now was a good time to stop before Mammon actually died of a heart attack.

His protests were half hearted at best and you both knew it. He tried to claim once more that he wasn't actually scared, but the shaking of both his body and voice betrayed him. Taking sympathy on the poor demon, you pulled him into your arms, telling him that you didn't have to finish the movie. You also apologized for picking a horror movie, even if he told you it was okay. Mammon practically melted into your touch, laying his head on your chest and listening to your heartbeat. Eventually, he was calm enough to speak, telling you that it's okay, and he shouldn't have tried to act all brave when he knew he couldn't handle it.

The two of you sat like this for a long time, just chatting between moments of relaxed silence. Soon enough, you could feel Mammon's breath even out, and you knew he had fallen asleep. It was a gorgeous sight to behold, and you savored the rare image of Mammon. You continued laying there with Mammon on top of you, happy with how your movie date turned out.

#obey me mammon #shall we date obey me #obey me #flufftober #flufftober 2023 #obey me fluff #obey me scenarios #obey me headcanons #mammon headcanons #mammon x reader #gender neutral reader #obey me mc #gender neutral mc

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Two Sides of The Same Coin - Chapter 4: "Holy Ground"

"And darling, it was good never looking down. And right there where we stood was holy ground..."

Pairing: Grumpy!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Reader

And then things got better. Your frame of reference for these things admittedly wasn't great, but you couldn't have imagined a better time over the next few months. It was absolutely perfect.

Mission after mission - day in, day out, now that you and Bucky were getting along, or more accurately now that Bucky stopped reading so much into Sam's words, you three actually made a pretty good team.

The playful dynamic between the three of you:

"This is a bad idea, right?" Sam murmurs, looking down at the overpass as you wait for the semi-truck to pass.

"Terrible idea," Bucky agrees.

"Too late, I've committed," you quip, stepping over the barricade.

"But you haven't done anything yet!" Sam calls after you.

"That's like a 20 foot drop, no way," Bucky says, his tone slightly playful but still sticking his arm out to stop you from dropping off the ledge of the rooftop the three of you were on.

"That sounds like a challenge to me," you playfully remark.

"It's not," Bucky deadpans.

You shrug, moving around Bucky's arm and leaping off the ledge.

“And I stick the landing!” you exclaim as your feet touch the ground, a well timed burst of air breaking your fall. As you land you turn around and stick your arms out much like a gymnast would at the end of their routine. You look up to find Bucky and Sam watching you in equal parts horror and awe. “Well come on!”

“How did-”

“I’m going to try that,” Sam decidedly mumbles.

“I wouldn’t-” But Sam’s already leaping off the ledge, mimicking your exact technique, at least without the mystical powers to further break his fall.

“Sam, wait-” you start when you see him drop down without his wings extended.

Both you and Bucky wince as Sam lands on the lower rooftop. At first he remains standing, his knees awkwardly straight as he hits the gravel, only for him to audibly groan. “That’s going to hurt tomorrow.”

Bucky’s the next one to leap, this time with a much smoother landing. “That’s what you get for trying to copy a twenty-something year old with weird powers.”

“Hey!” you defend. “My powers aren’t weird.”

“I hate to side with Bucky,” Sam groans, rubbing at one of his knees. “But it’s definitely not normal.”

Or on Bucky's birthday:

“James? What are you doing here?” you ask, wiping your hands on the dishtowel as he walks in the door.

He smirks, putting his jacket on one of the kitchen chairs. “Am I not supposed to be here?”

“You shouldn’t be working- it’s your birthday.”

“Crime doesn’t stop because of a birthday. How did you even know that it's my birthday?”

You coyly shrug. “I have my sources.”

“So Sam?” You shrug again, leaving Bucky once again without any answers. “Where is he anyway?”

“Upstairs having a very intense conversation with Nick Fury.”

“About?”

“I’ll give you one guess.”

“Oh…”

"Yeah... but back to your birthday," you smile. "No big plans? It's not everyday you turn 106."

He noncommittally grunts in response. Truthfully, this was his plan for the day. Sam had texted him earlier in the day inviting him over, and considering that most of the team was out doing their own things, it was a clear choice. Steve was out on a mission, though Bucky knew that Steve would probably call him later to wish him a happy birthday. The empty compound just felt particularly depressing today. And there was possibly a small, tiny part of him that wanted to see you.

"Well, this was supposed to be for later, but since we're waiting for Sam," you say, pulling out the cake that had been cooling in the fridge. "Happy Birthday, James."

“You didn’t have to do that," he says, though his heart swells at the thoughtfulness of the gesture.

“That’s what friends are for, right? Unless you’ve decided to go back to hating me.”

Bucky chuckles. “Not today. But you never know, I'm a cranky old man at heart.”

“Was that a joke?" you tease. "It’s truly a birthday miracle.”

He laughs again, a wry grin forming on his face, "They did exist back in my day."

"You know, you've got a really nice smile," you idly comment.

A blush forms on Bucky's face and he's not quite sure how to respond, but you turn around to grab plates and utensils completely oblivious to how your compliment had thrown Bucky for a loop. “Well, what about you?" he asks after finally composing himself. "You know, since we’re friends and all.”

“What about me?”

“When’s your birthday?”

Your smile drops slightly, which Bucky immediately notices.“I, uh, I don’t have a birthday.”

“What do you mean? Everyone has a birthday.”

“I mean, I’m sure I do- probably. I just don’t know it. I don’t even know how old I am.”

“I thought Sam said you were in your twenties?”

“I am, well at least that’s what they think. Somewhere in my mid-twenties, but we don’t actually know.”

"We're cutting cake!" Sam exclaims, walking into the room and effectively cutting your conversation with Bucky much to his frustration. It felt like for every question he had answered, a dozen new ones appeared, each answer more complicated than the last.

Even the tense parts like when you had to be the buffer between Sam and Bucky's endless bickering.

"Move your seat up," Bucky demands, the three of you sitting in Sam's car. Him in the backseat, you in the front passenger seat.

"No," Sam grunts.

"Move your seat up."

"Why do you insist I sit in the front if you don't have enough leg room in the back?" you ask, turning around to face Bucky, who remains glaring at Sam.

"Because I have manners."

"You know as well as I do that social cues are lost on me. We can just switch and I promise I won't be offended."

"Or Sam can move his seat up."

"You two are insufferable," you huff, facing forward until you can feel them both questioningly staring at you. "What? That was my word of the day a few days ago. Did I not use it right?"

"I am not insufferable," Bucky mutters, crossing his arms and sitting further back in his seat. "Pick a better word."

"Grumpy?" you suggest, mostly teasing.

"No."

"A crotchety old man," Sam offers.

Bucky rolls his eyes, then turns his gaze back to you waiting for you to come up with a better word. "Okay, well considering I’ve learned most of my vocabulary in the last six months, I'm still pretty limited in word choice, so we'll go with grumpy for you, and Sam will be the insufferable one."

Bucky huffs without saying another word, but you're pretty sure you see the corner of his lip twitch up through your sideview mirror.

On a few occasions, Bucky was regrettably the buffer between you and Sam.

"You're being ridiculous!" Bucky hears you say through the door to your's and Sam's apartment. He quietly opens the door to find Sam clutching several DVDs to his chest.

"I can't believe you!" Sam shouts.

"It's not that big of a deal, Sam," you sigh, sitting on the couch with your arms folded watching Sam pace the length of the living room.

"Er...what's going on?" Bucky asks, eyes flickering to the two of you.

Sam slaps the DVD cases down onto the coffee table. "You know what we did today? We finished the original Star Wars trilogy."

"Okay?" Bucky questions.

"And she didn't like them!"

"I didn't say that!" you vehemently object. "I said they were fine."

"Fine!" Sam rants. "Can you believe that? Just fine- these movies defined a generation! And you think they're just fine!"

You pinch the bridge of your nose, a habit you picked up from Bucky, and sigh,"It's not that big of a deal."

"Not a big deal," Sam scoffs. "Tell her, Bucky! Tell her that it is a big deal!"

Sam eye's remain narrowed at you as he waits for Bucky to back him up, only turning away from you when Bucky remains completely silent. Sam's face drops as he sees Bucky's awkward grimace, "Not you too. Please tell me not you too."

"No," Bucky immediately replies, quickly shaking his head. "I didn't say that. I just, I never watched them."

Your head drops in resignation, knowing exactly where this is headed.

"Well then I know what we're doing today," Sam announces, then turns to you with a pointed glare, "Pay attention this time."

And sometimes there was no buffer at all.

"You got to be the distraction last time!"

"So what?" Bucky argues, the three of you standing around the kitchen island.

"Being the distraction is the best part and you know that!" Sam retorts.

"Alright, alright!" you interrupt, also wanting to be the one to create the distraction on this mission. "There's only one way to make this fair- rock, paper, scissors."

"Fine," Bucky and Sam grunt, each glaring at each other. You roll your eyes as the three of you stick your hands out.

And much to their dismay, you get to be the distraction this time. “Can I set something on fire?”

“I said distraction not destruction," Sam grumbles.

“I’m pretty sure a fire would be pretty distracting," you wryly remark.

"You've been spending way too much time with Bucky."

"What does that mean?" Bucky scoffs in indignation.

"You know exactly what it means."

And somewhere in those short few months, you noticed your relationship to Bucky changing, taking a turn in a way that your friendship to Sam hadn't. You constantly looked forward to the next time you'd see Bucky. Your smile would grow just a little wider when he was near. You immediately noticed when he walked in or out of a room. You just couldn't get him out of your head. You reconciled that it was probably nothing, just a blossoming friendship. But unbeknownst to you, Sam also noticed the changes in your relationship with Bucky.

"Hey, Doll," Bucky greets, warmly smiling at you before even acknowledging Sam.

You return the warm smile, "Hi."

"Oh my goodness. I forgot my phone upstairs, do you mind grabbing it?" Sam stiltedly asks you.

"Oh, sure," you reply, standing up to go retrieve Sam's phone.

“Don’t flirt with her," Sam hisses, swiftly elbowing Bucky in the ribs the second you're out of earshot.

Bucky’s eyebrows furrow in disbelief. “I literally just said hi!”

“You smiled.”

“I’m not allowed to smile?”

“Not when you’re flirting with my asset.”

“I wasn’t flirting!”

“You were totally flirting. Stop it," he warns, sounding like an older brother warning his friend about his sister being off limits.

“I can’t stop doing something that I didn’t do in the first place.”

"You can and you will."

You walk back into the room before Bucky and Sam can exchange anymore words. "I couldn't find your phone. Where did you leave it?"

"Oh, silly me! I've got it right in my pocket. My bad," he chuckles, dramatically slapping his forehead.

"Okay..." you trail off, definitely noting the strange atmosphere you just walked back into.

You could've stayed like that forever...

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halloween4life · 9 days

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TRGB as classic horror lit

A continuation of this post I made a bit ago. This is just a couple short little plot synopsis/ideas along with some extra notes for possible TRGB episodes based around classic horror stories. They're all a little goofy to make them work as actual episodes for the cartoon, but if these inspire you in anyway, silly or angsty, I am all for it. So uhh enjoy under the cut :]

Egon Spengler in.....

The Stange Case of Dr. Spengler and Mr. Fright

Plot Synopsis:

Lately Egon has been disappearing in the night, coming back in the mornings tired and disheveled. Despite arguments that he's fine, his friends decide an investigation is in order. As well, they decide to figure out if it has anything to do with the appearance of a certain "Mr. Fright".

Notes: I think Mr. Fright should look almost exactly like Egon but with some minor differences (specifically in my mind his hair would be black and possibly a liquid and i like to imagine it constantly dripping, batim style). There should also absolutely be a big dramatic reveal of them being the same person. As much as I would enjoy this ep following more closely to the actual plot of/dynamic between Jekyll and Hyde, I don't wanna throw Egon's morals into question.

Peter Venkman in.....

Venk-ula!

Plot Synopsis:

During a call, Peter is attacked by a vampire. Not wanting to worry his friends, he decides to keep it a secret. Afterall he's feeling just fine. But when his teeth start to sharpen and he develops a thirst for blood, running away seems the best option. It's up to his friends to get him back, and to try and find a cure.

Notes: On one hand, I like to imagine that the vampire bite is in a spot that's much less conspicuous. On the other hand, it takes away the drama. I like to think this ep has a similar-ish premise to the episode "Very Beast Friends" but instesd of Peter and Ray fighting, it's Peter almost killing his friends but his love for them allows him to control himself. (I also think it'd be very homoerotic)

Ray Stanz in.....

Dr. Stanz's Monster

Plot Synopsis:

While doing some spring cleaning, Ray finds a box of his childhood belongings. Stuffed animals, toys, comics, books, and a childhood favorite of his...Frankenstein. Deciding to revisit the story, Ray gets some inspiration for a new project. For science of course! But for the sake of science, how far is too far?

Notes: Ray creates a monster send tweet. I wanted to add some sort of supernatural element to make Ray a little fucked up and evil, but I couldn't quite figure out a way to do so. Maybe his book is possessed or something, or maybe he's just really obsessive about his creations.

Winston Zeddemore in.....

The Phantom brought the Opera

Plot Synopsis:

Winston decides to rekindle an old passion of his, but one audition and a cursed music book later, and a musical curse is placed upon the city of New York. It's up to the Ghostbusters to find a way to stop it. And to think, Winston's going to have to miss his callback.

Notes: Obligatory musical episode??? gang I'm gonna be so real I know literally nothing about Phantom so if any of yall have better plot ideas I'm all ears. Also this was kinda unintentionally inspired by the song 'touching old magic' from The Halloween Door in season 5, let's be real Winston's va can sing. Also I couldn't think of a good pun for the title sorry guys.

#the real ghostbusters #egon spengler #peter venkman #ray stantz #winston zeddemore #ghostbusters #real ghostbusters #gang if imma be so real i saw someone make halloween art of peter as a vampire and i went “ZAAAAAAMN”

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aimportantdragoncollector · 7 months

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The trio holders adopt a child (for the 5 headcanon ask game)

Since you didn't specify the child, I'm going to borrow Hanaka, Yoichi's daughter from my fic A Road Not Traveled.

1. During the trio's days as a vigilante, they rescued a baby girl from the streets. The orphanage kicked her out because of her red eyes. Yoichi named her Hanaka after an early vigilante he admired.

2. You would think looking at him that Second would be the strict parent. You would be completely wrong. Second is the most doting sucker of a parent in existence. Absolutely everything Hanaka does is precious in his eyes. If he had his way, she would be spoiled rotten. Yoichi is also very permissive because he's trying a bit too hard not to be his controlling older brother. Third has to step up to establish discipline.

3. It takes a few years before AFO finds out that he has a niece, then he demands to meet her. (Literally, there was a mass murder threat at all.) AFO usually has a very limited definition of family and didn't think this random brat would be good enough for him. But as soon as he lays eyes on Hanaka, he's smitten. Adopting her was the best decision ever. If AFO had seen her first then he would have snatched her up faster. (Seriously, better not let him babysit without supervision.)

4. Hanaka is a huge fan of villains, just like her uncle. The Joker is her favorite cartoon character. She likes to build Lego empires and proclaim herself supreme dictator. She's a ruthless manipulative little terror who's very protective of her friends and family and a little too good at getting away with mischief. Second can't imagine her doing any wrong. Even Third has a blindspot. To his horror, Yoichi ends up needing his brother's advice on how to handle her.

5. Hanaka's quirk is a form of Erasure that she can use wide-scale. She pretends to be quirkless for quite some time to use it subtly. It's a true act of love that AFO never stole such a wonderful quirk. (Cough he tried but couldn't wrench it from her stubborn fingers.)

6. On the good news, AFO actually tones down his villainy because he really doesn't want to be cut out of his niece's life. As she grows older, he comes to realize that she sees family a lot like him. And to her, Second and Third are family. AFO can't kill them because he knows that would cross his niece's bottom line, and in his own strange way he respects her ownership of her family. It would be rude to vault Yoichi too, when Hanaka has just as close a claim. In this fashion, the world is saved from disaster. At least until Hanaka is old enough to make her own bid for world domination.

(All of ask game AUs are free to use in my Three Weeks of Trioholders event.)

#bnha #Trioholders #Ichiniisan #ask game #All for One #Yoichi Shigaraki #Second One for All holder #Third One for All holder #Three Weeks of Trioholders #5 headcanons game

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lovejosephquinn · 1 year

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Hi, do you mind doing one where Eddie/Joe and reader are watching a horror movie and he’s acting all tough and is teasing reader but he’s actually scared and reader ends up comforting him? Sorry for my english xx

Hi angel, your English is perfectly fine, don't be silly!

Low-key cute, I imagine Joe to be a little bit of a jumper during horrors just from his simply chaotic behaviour alone so this little blurb may provide an insight 😋

Thank you for your request and apologies for the delay! x

You had thought when watching a Horror film with your boyfriend for the first time that the first jump scare that fused from Joe's body was just him being over dramatic, which was clearly just the normal behaviour you'd established over the last few months of dating him. But when the second and eventually the third jump sent his nachos flying onto the floor replaced with a cushion that before was propped up against his back, your thoughts had completely changed.

"You ok babe? Do you want me to turn it off?"

His eyes just barely looking over watching the screen shot to you and he shook his head, his male instinct taking over and not a sight of terror in his face was to be seen. "No, no I'm good."

His face turned back slowly to the tv as he continued to clutch onto the pillow, but instead his head rested onto your shoulder so he could be close to you, you were pretty sure it was a way of hiding so you couldn't see his reactions so clearly.

Then came the gore and the way his whole body swerved to escape watching the movie once again, you lifted yourself forward so he collapsed down behind you, his face now wedged between you and the sofa. "Alright, that tough boy exterior is nowhere to be seen Joey, admit you don't like it." His eyes were squeezed shut and lips pressed in a full line together.

"You know for someone who has acted in a particular scary TV show, you're quite the wimp." A genuine bark of laughter sounded from your lips, moving your body round to meet his face, he wasn't impressed. He peaked a look up to you and was defeated by your words. "Why did you agree to this if you knew you wouldn't like it silly?" Your hands stroked through his curly hair as you reached to grab the remote control and turned off the movie without a second thought.

"I know you enjoy them."

"That doesn't mean you have to torture yourself; they aren't for everyone." You moved your knuckle underneath his chin and pushed lightly, bringing him back up towards you so your eyes were almost level, bringing your lips to meet his with a soft and warm kiss. "You of all people in your profession should know that this isn't real."

"Doesn't make me want to even try to like it." His bluntness cut through you like a knife and you had to bite your tongue from making any further digs before the embarrassment got to him more than it already had. "So, you admit that it mortified you?"

"Would it make you feel better if I just agreed?"

"Absolutely."

You both knelt down to pick up the forgotten remains of the snacks he originally held and put them onto the table in front of you and laid himself down onto your lap.

"Come on then, get comfortable and then pick something you feel will be a little less intense."

His eyes flickered back to the tv as all but a sigh of relief exhaled from his lips when you continued to play with his hair.

"Fine, yes I don't do well with Horror's and yes a comedy would be fantastic."

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sorryimananti-romantic · 4 months

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OMG OMG OMG I JUST READ SIREN (finally got the time lmao) AND I'M SCREAMING OH MY GOD IT'S SO GOOD!

I couldn't help but imagine a few extra things tho. Like our scaly Yeosang who gets easily dehydrated, being a creature of the sea, so his skin dries out very often and he has to carry a shit load of moisturiser and sunscreen around.

Or like Yeosang and the MC swimming around in the ocean and playing with the little fishies for a bit.

Jongho and MC going like: "Siren siren, kill kill, murder murder." and Yeo and Sannie being ABSOLUTELY HORRIFIED.

And since Joong joined them in the end, I can't help but imagine what the rest of the guys might be. Hwa is a merman for sure. I would not accept anything other than Hwa being a bubbly little merman with his long hair and pink tail (IT HAS TO BE PINK.)

JjongSan coming across Yeo and MC conversing with some horrifying deep sea creature that looks like it's straight out of a horror fest, and the two just going "Hey guys! Meet Bob."

AAA FINALLY YOU READ IT HEHE THANK YOUU!!

omg yes. yeosang struggling with his skin and dehydration-- where were you when i was writing this LMAOO but omg imagine it gets worse as he turns more human so now that he has his voice back, maybe it gets better but he'll still want our reader to do his skincare for him hoho

they'd def play with the fishes when they're not too busy playing with each other ;) DFKHGJKDFCHGJD yes you're absolutely right, and reader will not stop teasing yeosang about how he should be catching fish for them to eat hehe

honestly the jongho x reader interaction would be an everyday occurence haha yeosang and sannie would know when to steer clear of their path LMAOO who's the real monster now huh?

also yes. hongjoong may be half mer but seonghwa NEEDS to be full mer with his pink hair. nothing else for him works. for other members, i thought about a few like yunho could be a nymph of some sort, but wooyoung and mingi... i feel like i would have to make a whole new specie for one of them if not both LOLLL any thoughts?

#💌#fic: siren #yeosang x reader #kaya <3 #yumi.asks

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bluedorke · 1 month

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Haurchefant survival AUs

I have determined this about Haurchefant living AUs.

(I use named warrior of light and ocs. This is not a reader insert but feel free to use similar ideas since neither are unique)

my ocs

Sellenei - the warrior of light.

Astry - a fellow adventurer

Happiest AU: Haurche survives the spear of light but is injured. The severity of his injury is to be figured out. I mean wheelcahir users can sometimes walk but not far, it depends on the injury. Haurche just has to learn to navigate his new disability but with his family and friends. Maybe he can still fight to a point but not as much as he used to be. I think his biggest hurdle would be accepting that leaping to action literally is not the only way he can help.

But even if not on the front lines he can use his connections to continue to secure support for the Scions. If anything with him having saved the WoL's life (a tale probably exaggerated by Sellenei to make it extra heroic and romantic) his reputation would have jumped. This man might not be slaying primals and saving the world but their savior would have been dead if it weren't for him. Who would not want to curry favor with him?

Haurchefant gets to have closer with his siblings as well. Instead of the Fortemps men speaking posthumously of how they should have been better they now can actually be better to Haurche. While Artoiriel still is named count (and awkwardly tries to emulate Haurche to everyone's embarrassment) Edmont asks Haurche if he wants to be made legitimate. I think Haurchefant would want to think it over for a bit, not sure what he'd chose. But he may ask that any children he has be legitimized. Emmanellain taking over camp Dragonhead so Haurchefant can feel free to just travel with Sellenei.

Also Sellenei and him have, like, several kids in this AU. House Fortemps is just filled with duskwight babies. Edmont just spends his days doting on his grandbabies, deciding that he will not make the same mistake he made with Haurchefant. He would spoil them rotten.

Unhappiest AU: Sellenei takes the hit instead of him. I could imagine Sellenei seeing the spear of light piercing the shield and with a speed she didn't know she could possess runs over to push him out of the way. The idea to get them both out of the line of fire but she's not fast enough and the spear of light pierces her heart (accounting for their height difference compared to where it hit him) and she's dead by the time she hits the floor. No final, parting words. Silence. And no amount of healing to save her.

Haurchefant is just in disbelief. Horror at her death, anger at himself and the Heavensward, sorrow at her sacrifice, the loss of his love. Everyone needs to regroup and figure out what they're going to do with the warrior of light dead. Haurchefant while walking through Ishgard runs into Fray and... well he decides if he couldn't save her as a paladin he can avenge her as a dark knight. He takes to the greatsword as if he was always meant to.

Haurchefant and Astry absolutely massacre the Knights Twelve. Nothing holding either of them back.

I think Edmont tries to repair the relationship with Haurchefant but Haurche can't. His wounds are too raw, it feels too little too late. He works with the Scions, helping take the mantle of Warrior of Light as a homage to the memory of his lost love...

But I think he's unable to beat the last boss in EW. I'm figuring out the reasons why but I think he had less support because more people died (thinking Astry killed Estinien when he was possessed by Nidhogg as demanded by Estinien. Then she herself dies at some point during the dead ends. Maybe the other Scions met their end as well)

...and then maybe some weird timeline crossover happens and he runs into Sellenei in the main one and she's alive. Everyone is alive! And because I'm a sap for some happiness he and Sellenei still end up having kids together.

#Ffxiv #Ffxiv au #ffxiv headcanon #haurchefant x wol #haurchefant greystone #haurchefant de fortemps #Dark knight haurchefant

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oyasumi-ashurii · 3 months

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Okay, so it might be a little hard for me to cohesively put all my thoughts and feelings into why I care so much about Final Fantasy VIII, but because of the 25th anniversary and seeing a lot of you talk about your love of the game I'll try the best I can. So here's my embarrassingly and extremely long personal history with the game and why it will always be my favorite.

Before FF8 I was mostly a Nintendo kid. Mario and Zelda were all I really knew, and as a hyperactive as I was I didn't really have the patience for anything story-heavy that took a lot of reading. Though I did I get a PlayStation later on I hardly bothered with anything other than Spyro or Crash. Anything similar in graphics to FF7 or 8 was mostly foreign to me too, with maybe the closest being my cousin having the first Resident Evil and I was far too young and too scared to bother with anything like that. So you can imagine the complete and utter shock kid me had going to my uncle's and seeing him play FF8 for the first time. I don't think it had been out too long but he was already on disc 3 in Esthar and, bless his soul, he let me play his save for a while. Being able to fly around the map on the Ragnarok?? The realistic proportions and animations in battle?? The absolute BANGER of a soundtrack?! All of it had me excitedly begging my parents to buy me the game. Nine year old me didn't know roman numerals, though, just that it was called Final Fantasy with some weird lettering. I had no idea of Final Fantasy as a series and I didn't know it was the eighth game or that there were eight of them at all. I couldn't remember what the cover looked like either and my uncle not long after that was going through his own personal troubles so I wasn't able to visit or ask him. We didn't have internet at home until the early 2000s (it was AOL dial-up too, jesus, I don't miss that) and my parents were strict about internet use, so I was stuck. My dad did eventually buy me an FF game as a surprise when I was eleven, and lmao can you believe I was genuinely upset because it was Final Fantasy VII?! That being said, I have an INSANE amount of love and respect for 7. Considering how much easier I think the materia system is to understand for newcomers, having it as my first, full FF experience was a bit of a blessing lol. FF7 hit me in a different way than 8 did, and maybe I'll make a post about it sometime.

So other than the brief times on the internet (I was only allowed on for an hour or two before I was kicked off) and reading gaming magazines I had hardly any access or knowledge about FF8 until years later. I knew the characters briefly and read some small stuff here and there about the world, but that was it. Even so, I STILL loved it. I would draw them (I've drawn most of my life, and I still do occasionally as a fun hobby), write about what I thought they were like, so, so much of me embarrassingly obsessing over it and driving my small group of friends in school bonkers (oh lordy I just remembered my preteen username I had used on an FF forum and now I'm cringing.) You get it. So why did I cling to the game so much, even though I barely played it? Why did it mean so much to me? Because around the time I was twelve I was deeply depressed, and throughout my middle school and early high school life video games and their stories were the only joy and comfort I had. I'm not going to go into much detail because it feels too personal to write on tumblr about and I'd rather not think back too much. If you want the gist it was at a moment in time I was mostly on my own. I felt isolated and alone, and due to growing up in and around strict, conservative circles I struggled with feeling far behind my peers, so my personal and school life suffered. Things got better though and I'm happy in my life now, so that's really it.

As I got a little older I had played other FF's and RPGs in between that I also fell in love with (especially Kingdom Hearts) and funnily enough horror games, but I still didn't get my hands on 8 until I got it on my fifteenth birthday and I was over the moon. That night and many nights and weekends after that I played every single bit of that game. I had printed walkthroughs and a guide of the junction system, with overly-detailed notes I had scribbled down and highlighted. I had written down all the rules of triple triad, weapon upgrades, item refinements and what you get from monsters, side-quests, all of it. I had never went all in into a game before, but I did it because I wanted to experience the game that gave preteen me comfort everything it had to offer. And I remember vividly when I finished it I cried until I was almost out of breath.

But you know, I didn't get emotional because of the nostalgic school-like feel and inspired real-world setting, or the overall main plot with magic, sci-fi and sorceresses. It wasn't even the deeply interwoven love stories, the theme of fate or the gameplay either, though I grew to love all of those things dearly with time.

It was because I was a socially-awkward and lonely fifteen year old girl that watched an equally as awkward seventeen year old boy overcome his own deeply-rooted fears and trauma and come out at the end of it all on the path to healing.

And I knew I'd be okay, and ever since then this game has and will always be that reminder and comfort for me.

Thanks for reading.

#ash.personal #ff8 #final fantasy

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saintarmand · 3 months

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multiple popular blogs in the iwtv fandom have a documented pattern of behavior of saying anything ranging from "could be interpreted as a bit racist but only if you're looking for it" to now literally "the real racism is actually against white people" and other alt right talking points. LOOK AT THE PATTERN.

you see the same people constantly complaining about how they keep getting called racist by black fans over and over again, and instead of asking yourself "why do so many black fans think these people are racist? could they be onto something?" you zero in on how polite they are about it and go "well, they put some naughty words after the word racist, looks like there really is a woke mob of big bad black bullies terrorizing the fandom, sounds legit!"

the thing is, something like about a year ago, i actually posted an absolute garbage take i can't believe i ever thought was acceptable, and got rightfully called out for it. i had some other white people agreeing with me, but THANK GOD someone i followed reblogged a post talking some sense. i freaked out at first of course. "someone is vagueing about me? that's not exactly what i said verbatim. i'm being misinterpreted unfairly! what if everyone finds out and starts hating me?" i got defensive, though i avoided throwing the classic huge public tantrum by simply logging off until i cooled down a little, so i managed not to draw that much attention. it's probably only because it was people that i already thought seemed really smart who were saying it, that made the voice at the back of my mind go, "what if they're right and i'm wrong?" so i really thought about it. at first i thought it was just my phrasing that was bad and if i explained it better it would be fine. but now that i've had over a year to think about it and listen and learn, i've come to realize just how stupid that was. and it's probably not the only dumb racist post i made, just the one that i saw called out. i've since deleted the whole blog so i can't check. which i admit i did in large part so other people couldn't check anymore either.

and what were the only consequences i faced? there are users that i think are really cool, and even some i was following, who have me blocked. i go :( about it for a second when i can't reblog a post. iirc like 3 anon asks i've gotten in total, only one of which was even mean at all. oh the horror, someone called me a racist bitch. i literally WAS. and even if i wasn't, so what? it made me feel a little bad, yeah. it would probably actually feel LESS bad if i thought it didn't apply. it would just be confusing and a little funny. it did apply, and it probably still does, i got a lot of shit to unlearn. in my book, me feeling bad is absolutely worth it if it brought whoever sent it even a smidgen of satisfaction. them having to witness my bullshit was undoubtedly worse.

the only reason i'm able to be as polite as i am is because as a white person this does not affect me personally. this fandom has been racist since before the show even started. if i saw popular blogs in my fandom being, say, lesbophobic for more than two years, constantly, and getting away with it, still being popular, receiving praise, and every time i said anything about it i had their followers come after me, while consoling them, i'd be pretty fucking pissed. i'd get tired of being nice so fast. and that's not even mentioning the trauma from a lifetime of racism in real life and online that black people have to deal with. i can't even imagine.

"racist" is not a goddamn slur. anyone who tries to tell you that it is has an agenda, and it's not that hard to figure out what that agenda is.

OPEN YOUR EYES AND LOOK AROUND YOU. really look. and when you see it, STAND UP AND SAY SOMETHING. i'm ashamed it's taken me this long to do that.

#iwtv #amc iwtv #amc interview with the vampire #see im tagging literally everything just like you nalyra #did you unblock me yet so i can say it to your face like you want me to?#go to /tagged/s on my blog to see the receipts i posted earlier. tip of the iceberg and doesn't even touch most of the people involved #s #<- see that right there go on my blog and click on the s #i gotta post this quickly cause what usually happens is overanalyze every word i wrote decide it sucks and never end up posting #so this just an “unhinged rant” or whatever you wanna call it #iwtv fandom racism #interview with the vampire #vampterview #vampterviewing

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I'm new at asking asks so uh um sorry if I'm typing weird anyways wanna explain your au or something or just talk about random facts about your fnaf au? Been staring at your version of william and Henry and just admiring it and wanna know stuff about the sillies ye.

hello anon, thank you very much for the question! :D

to preface this i'll say i do have a few different AUs that all kind of vaguely exist in my mind but i'll presume you wanna hear about my main AU. i like to describe it as "fnaf lore if it didn't suck", i try to stick to canon by keeping major events mostly the same so if you already know fnaf lore you won't be too confused at my AU. i also like to focus more on the tragedy aspects of the lore, so in my writing there's a lot of focus on characters and their emotions, particularly william because i like to psychoanalyze him. but i also want to give more depth to the characters in general and put some spotlight on the missing kids since like… they are barely treated as important in canon and that's kind of sad

putting the rest under the cut cause this post got pretty long (talks about AU features, and a lot about henry and william)

i actually do have a breakdown of some of the key features of my AU! -less sci-fi, more paranormal like old fnaf -willry canon for shits and giggles (past tense)(they are like a divorced couple) -semi-good dad william (until the horrors) -more complex character dynamics, personalities, etc. -relationships expanded upon -more focus on the tragedy aspect -a mildly comprehensive timeline! -transgenderism (william is trans bc i believe it in my heart to be true) -ends at fnaf 6/pizza sim! (UCN is more of like, an epilogue)

if you're curious about my william and henry, i try to base them mostly off the novels! (though novel lore is irrelevant here, since i follow game canon instead, it's still a good basis for their personalities)

so, william is "the normal one", mostly running the business side of things but still a talented inventor and a great entertainer as well. he's silly, he's goofy, he's charming, and he loves the kids! and he loves his family more than anything, even though he's not the most amazing parent! so naturally no one would suspect him to be a murderer. cause underneath all that he's very selfish, willing to go to any lengths to achieve his goals. when CC died he kind of snapped, killing charlie on impulse (but discovering animatronic posession later after observing fredbear and the puppet behaving strangely) thus starting the whole remnant thing. remnant exists still but its more just like a concept than a physical, tangible thing; it's the part of the soul that cannot move on.

and henry is the artist, the recluse who prefers to remain out of the public eye and always seems to be off in another world. he doesn't like talking with people much but i imagine he's very passionate about fredbear's and feels more confident whilst performing as fredbear (like how william does with springbonnie). he's a better dad than william but that's not a super high bar to beat and he unintentionally kind of neglects his kids a lot. which is why the security puppet exists, to keep them safe (didn't quite work. RIP!) i think him and william are actually more similar than either of them would care to admit. henry is a selfish man who'd do anything to achieve his goals too, which is why the murders are covered up and fazbear entertainment keeps going. and also why fnaf 6 happens.

more about charlie's death. it puts a strain on henry and william's relationship, but henry also doesn't want to believe that his partner did it. but i think somewhere in the back of his mind, he absolutely knows. they stick together for a while, but after the missing children's incident henry completely kicks william out of the company. william almost gets convicted, but he's let off since cops couldn't find evidence (henry almost does too but is also let off). and after that william decides to lay low for a while and fuck off to somewhere else. what does he do? shrugs. sister location would happen a while after this and so on and so forth. i could elaborate more if you have any more specific questions!

#anon if you read this let me know cause i'll try to rb to make sure you dont miss it lol #asks #toxi.txt #toxi fnaf lore #also DW your typing is fine!

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balkanradfem · 7 months

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[Running Grave Commentary, at page 740]

What happened to Robin in there made me so scared and horrified I'll actually need recovery time to find peace again, that is absolutely terrifying. I know she takes her job too seriously but under the influence of the cult she was willing to undergo several rape attempts, physical assaults, and in the end she got so desperate to get the job done she didn't run away even when it was obvious she was going to get tortured, though she didn't know how or for what reasons. I couldn't put the book down out of terror for her, I hoped it wouldn't have come to worst until she finally ran away, and it was so much worse than I had imagined. I wanted to her to run as soon as Lin caught her in the forest. I hope from now on Robin puts her well being before any job because this will traumatize her for a long time.

Strike is out of my good graces but the gay joke about Taiou did make me laugh. I was glad he made Robin laugh and knew what to do once she got out, I don't think most people would be able to know what's the best and not re-traumatize the person.

I knew about the experiment where they instructed people to give others electric shocks to death for answering questions wrong, but I had no idea all of the murdering participants were male! That explains a lot. I wonder what the female results would be. I appreciate that tidbit of information.

The entire Charlotte thing had me shocked, but honestly she was annoying to me so I'm glad we won't have to deal with that again. Strike's imaginary conversation was relatable because I also have imaginary conversations where I debate people who have said things to me. It isn't usually that productive though, Strike had 1 conversation and then he was done, I'll do this for months with zero resolution. I refuse to believe he has anything more figured out than I do, so I'm calling this fictional.

At this point in the book I fully believe Daiyu is alive, and that the reason two people appeared to have drowned on the same spot is that current, that can verifiably kill people, and has proven to kill people before, I just don't think anyone has informed Carrie of that and she believed it would be fake. I think someone was waiting under the water to pull Daiyu in, to make it look realistic. And Carrie wasn't completely sure if it was real or not at first, that's why her reaction is sort-of, mild, confusion, then later horror and regret. I'm still amused her name is basically 'die, you' and then she didn't even die. I also tried pronouncing the name 'Wace' to see if it's symbolic; it sounds a lot like 'waste' which is satisfying to me.

I think I've figured out the process of this specific cult indoctrination; the first step is to convince a person that the outside world is evil, irredeemable, psychotic, shallow, poisoned, harmful and unlivable. It's not that hard to do if you constantly show them images of the worst things humans have done, like genocide, wars, destruction of nature, child abuse, starvation, it looks extremely evil. Once you really agree with that and turn against the world completely, and are ready to shout obscenities and believe every person in that world is harmful and evil, they can start teaching you anything in order for you to NOT be like that people. They can punish you if you resist because at that point, what are you gonna do, join the evil poison people, be the person you just said you loathe and despise more than anything? Who do genocide? It's the fact that people find it hard to go against their own beliefs, so if you can push them towards a certain belief, they'll have trouble acting against it, once they declared their side. I found it specifically obnoxious to use the images of tragedies to brainwash people who are concerned, who want to make action, fix it, make it better. That honest desire for a better world being exploited makes me mad. I don't know how much of that is happening in actual cults, but I could easily see it happen. People are very vulnerable to the painful realities of this world.

Reading that part, I constantly had to remind myself, that me sitting here fretting, and drowning in anxiety, is not going to help or fix anything. That I'm one of the people deeply affected by all of these issues, and that I'm already doing everything practical I can, to not contribute, and to attempt to resolve them. Creating a place of kindness, pleasantness, peace, comfort and then spreading that around me, is far better because it lessens the amount of suffering in the world, because I'm no longer suffering. And if I can do that for myself, I can strengthen that place and pull other people in; we can make kindness and comfort for each other, and then together, we can tackle all of those issues, grounded in security that we'll be able to return to a place of comfort and joy no matter what horrors we're tackling. And disasters are not tackled by sudden whims and changes, but by diligent, practical, joined effort through long periods of time. That's something to focus on, and we don't need a cult, or someone else telling us what to do, in order to achieve it.

Part of me was so resistant to the idea that I'd get indoctrinated into that cult, but the other part is 100% sure I would, I barely need brainwashing since I'm already hyper-aware of all the evil in the world and so ready to do extensive work to fix it. However I will not be told what to do, which means I'll be on the garden/animal duty forever, which, the nerve? Gardening and animal care are punishments? I would request to do that. Everyone would hate me.

I was mad impressed by Robin's ability to keep focus on her tasks and to remind herself that she's being bombarded with bullshit. She's my hero. When she lied during that Revelation?? I was gasping. She is the smartest woman. I love her.

Oh also I was amused by 'lesbian bodyguard to lover' fanfic trope in the background, you get it Midge, I hope they had a good time together and we hear more about that. And Pat defending lesbians; a true hero. Strike doesn't know what she's about, Pat understands all about us from talking to one of us once, it's very clear she gets it.

#the running grave #spoilers #robert galbraith #jkr #trg commentary #analysis #radfem

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