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haunted-headset · 7 months

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♩ Come Be Lonely With Me ♩

Summary: You're known as the 'loner' kid in high school. Wilbur's the popular boy. When he sticks up for you when his friends mess with you, he gets kicked out of his friend group. So, you two decide to be lonely together.

author's note: hey guys! i know nobody requested this, but I was bored :) this was based off of the song This Side of Paradise by Coyote Theory!

pairing: school!bur x afab!reader

pronouns used for reader: She/her/hers

word count: 796

proofread?: nope :)

tags: @vibestillaxxx @joviepog (lemme know if you want to be tagged in the next one!)

warnings/cw: reader skips a meal, someone making a self-harm joke, mention of h*ntai (doesn't describe it, someone just assumes what someone's artwork is), swearing, mention of Wilbur shoving someone,

genre: fluff & a teensy tiny bit of angst

You sat down at your usual lunch table near the school's tennis courts & looked at your meal; the usual stale grilled cheese with a (most likely moldy) apple. You sighed & threw both items in the trash. You weren't hungry anyway.

You heard a loud crash sound from the table behind you. You turned around to be greeted with the sight of the popular kids getting involved in a food fight. They all looked identical; the girls were bake blondies & had their boobs practically spilling out of their tank tops, & the guys needed to pull up their pants. The only one who stood out to you was a boy named Wilbur. It was always odd how he ended up in the popular crowd since he seemed so...different from the rest. Unlike the other popular boys, he had a nice sense of style & didn't have a hideous haircut. Not to mention that he actually had potential, unlike his brain-dead friends.

You were too busy spacing out to react to one of the boys throwing an apple at your head. This earned a hearty laugh from everyone except for Wilbur.

"What's your problem?" you muttered.

"Yo! Lemme scan your barcodes!" one of the boys shouted to you.

Wilbur looked over at you with eyes filled with pity. You gave him a scowl in return.

"I bet she gets jealous of her phone when it dies," one of the girls laughed.

You rolled your eyes & put your earbuds in. You pulled out your sketchbook & you drew Wilbur, not knowing what else to draw. You liked his hair & wanted to try & make it look good on paper.

RJ, one of the popular guys, grabbed your earbuds & said to his mates, "Oi! I bet she's listenin' to MCR or some shit!"

"What the fuck is your problem?" you snapped, reaching out to grab your earbuds. He chucks them into the trash can before you can grab them.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" you shouted, which caused the group to laugh.

"I bet she's drawin' h*ntai, too!" RJ mocked, grabbing your sketchbook. "What's this? It looks like shit."

"It's nobody, now give it ba-" you started.

"I think it's Wilbur!" a girl laughed.

Wilbur's cheeks lit up like a red stoplight. Your cheeks followed suit.

"Aww, have you got a crush on 'im?" RJ teased. He chucked your sketchbook into the trash can.

"What the-my GSCE work was in there!" you yelled, blinking back tears.

"Oh yeah? You gonna cry?" he teased.

& then Wilbur did something very surprising. He shoved RJ to the ground.

"Can you leave her the fuck alone & not be a prick for about five seconds?" he snapped. You expected at least one person to agree. Instead, Wilbur was met with boos from his friends.

"We're just joking, Wilbs!" a girl shouted. "Don't be such an ass!"

"I'm not an ass, she just doesn't deserve harsh treatment," Wilbur said. You didn't stick around for the rest of the conversation. You walked over to the trashcan, fished your earbuds & sketchbook out of the trashcan & quickly walked over to the lockers.

You leaned against the wall next to your locker & slid to the floor. You sighed angrily & groaned with exhaustion. The bullying was a normal thing, but it wasn't ever like this. What was different? You weren't aware of any new rumors about you that had spread, so it couldn't have been that.

"Y/n?" You suddenly heard Wilbur's voice & he was standing in front of you.

"Yeah?" you asked, raising a brow.

He sat down in front of you. "You seem sad."

"I'm just pissed."

"Is there really a difference?"

"Yeah. When I'm pissed, I want to break a wall. When I'm sad, I want to break myself."

He nodded. "That makes sense."

"Does it?" you asked.

"Yeah. You're very good at explaining, from what I can tell. You're also very good at art. & you have cool hair."

He motioned toward your hair, which was dyed h/c. You smiled for the first time in weeks. He chuckled in response.

"Y/n, can I ask you a question?"

You raised your brow. "Sure."

"Are you lonely?"

You blinked in surprise at the blunt question. "I suppose so."

He stood up & held out his hand with a smile. "Come be lonely with me."

You laughed & he helped you stand up. You two walked out to a field for the rest of lunch, & when the bell rang, you two decided to hop over the fence to skip class for the rest of the day to hang out at the milkshake shop nearby.

It was nice to be lonely with him.

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obsessivevoidkitten · 2 years

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An Unholy Attraction

Male Yandere Angel x Male Demon Reader (CW: Physical assault, non-con, psychological abuse, isolation, food deprivation, blood, kidnapping, forced relationship, general yandere themes) Word Count: 2.6k Margaret Sewell, 89 long years old, spreading sunshine and radiance into the lives of all who knew her. A mother to five and a grandmother to many more. She passed peacefully in her sleep and she still looked as if she were merely sleeping in her casket. Her service was lovely. Beautiful floral arrangements, a lovely and heartfelt eulogy, and a coming together of a large number of people to mourn their lost family and friend. It was beautiful. An absolute all you could eat buffet of human misery. Real gourmet shit. Sure, you could pick up a meal from any depressed rando or sad bar scene, but this right here was some fancy fucking dining. You were just innocently enjoying your meal of unfettered human sorrow when suddenly everything went black. When you came to you found yourself in wholly unfamiliar surroundings. You were tied with ethereally glowing rope to a cushioned silver chair, each wrist, and ankle were bound, as well as your torso. There was a pristine silver bed with an immaculate white mattress and silver blankets and pillows. The hard floor tiles were white and silver in a checker board pattern. The walls and ceiling were white too and the light was bright and harsh. This was fucking Hell. A really bright and tacky Hell. Well, no it wasn’t, you were a proud denizen of the underworld. This was worse than Hell. Seriously, what in the great name of Belphegor happened? You struggled against your restraints trying to get free but they were leeching away your magic powers. What could possibly do that? When you found out who abducted you they were DEAD! You heard footsteps approaching the room you were stuck in. The door opened. In stepped a beautiful man, tall and elegant, emerald eyes, with hair of the finest spun silver. He wore pristine white and silver robes, the kind you would expect to find on an archmage. He carried with him an aura of grace and power. “EXCUSE THE SHIT OUT OF MY GOD DAMNED FUCK, WHO ARE YOU AND WHY AM I HERE!?! I AM (Y/N) A DIGNIFIED BEING FROM THE OTHERWORLD AND I DEMAND RELEASE!!!” You practically growled out your words, your teeth sharpening and your eyes going entirely black. You looked feral. You felt feral too. “How positively foul. But what more can be expected of an unclean parasite though? You are not a dignified being from the otherworld, you are a demon of Hell. And you should not speak unless spoken to. I am the archangel Seltrael, and you are here because I was comforting the grieving while you were feeding off and enhancing their misery.” This wasn’t really true, he rarely bothered with the affairs of humans. Certainly reducing their grief would be a lost cause, they would simply find more. He had actually just stumbled upon you and found you captivating and in his loneliness he had to have you. But you did not need to know that, better you think him noble. “Are you an idiot? Are you in possession of all the mental strength of a moldy head of dehydrated cabbage?? I was just doing what I have to to survive. Feeding off a little emotional turmoil.” You were, understandably, pissed. Sure your presence strengthened negative emotions in humans, but you weren’t out killing or making contracts for immortal souls! He walked closer and struck your face. Hard. He did not really want to do it, but he did think it was necessary. He had to make you obedient. “You need to treat me with proper respect.” The fucking lunatic held your face in his hand, stroking your cheek with his thumb, it would have been a tender gesture at someone who had just been hurt had he not been the fuckwit who had hit you. You had never met an archangel before, but rumor had it that they were all varying degrees of unhinged. They were said to be ancient, and after God vanished they apparently cracked under the pressure of their abandonment, responsibilities, and immortality. Apparently these rumors were true. You glared at him silently. “Don’t give me that look, I have taken it upon myself to train you. You should be lucky that I have deigned to care for you.” In reality he felt he was the lucky one to have found you. You would take care of his loneliness. “What? Train? Do you think I can just go without human negativity? The only other thing we live off of is blood dipshit. Even if that was something I consumed I doubt you have any blood laying around.” Another smack, this one making you a bit dizzy for a moment. Kinda worth it to agitate him though. “You can drink mine, after you treat me with the reverence I deserve and ask nicely for it.” The grin he gave you sent chills down your spine. You, a Dignified Being of the Otherworld, who had experienced the deaths of human tragedy and the terrors of what some choose to call “Hell”. “You are a whackadoodle dipshit if you think I would lower myself to b-” He punched you so hard in your stomach that the chair almost fell. Ouch. He just stared at you as you tried to recover from his abuse. This man was completely out of his mind. Even if you did not have to beg you sure as shit did not want to consume Angelic Ichor. You had no idea how your body would react to such a thing. “Why are you trying to train me anyway?” You hissed, once more glaring at your “angelic” warden.

“I kill most demons, but you have not directly hurt anyone.” He had his hand your sore cheek again, his finger lightly moving across your lip as his cold gaze took you in. “You can be fixed. I want to help you. But you have to want it, you have to request for my help.” This wasn’t false, he did want to help and fix you, to elevate you from parasitic feeding on humans to a mutualistic relationship with himself. You would love and admire him and keep him company and he would provide you with everything. “Go make out with a splintered broom handle, you revolting earwax filled enema bag.” You said deadpanning. You winced as he jerked your head back harshly by one of your horns. He got right up in your face, so close you could feel his breath. “Maybe a little time alone will convince you.” He released his hold on your horn and stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. How was he revolting? You’d feed from lowly humans and not him? He was your savior! The last thing he wanted was to leave you now that he had you, but he had to break you a bit to get cooperation. At first the worst part was simply boredom, he would come in for a few minutes each day, like clockwork, ask you to beg him for help and food, and then slam the door when you told him where he could shove his “help”. It was so monotonous. At least you never had to use a restroom like humans did. You flicked your tail in agitation, you counted the floor tiles, you contemplated new insults to add to that book you wanted to publish one day, “The Tome of Insulteries”. But after a week or so you were very anxious and hungry. Having not fed you were starting to go through withdrawal. Sensitivity to the lights and door slams, clammy skin, chills, tremors and even greater than usual irritability. You were beyond miserable. “Come on (Y/N), this can all end this very moment if you just ask for my blood~” You had to willingly ask for his essence, you did not know it but it would seal a pact binding you to him for all eternity so you could never leave. “May the flesh fall from your bones and may the wolves sup well upon your marrow!!” You were not doing well, isolation was not good for you. And you were shaking. You would not starve to death, but you were still growing weaker and even though the withdrawal-like symptoms had faded you were still growing more psychologically distressed from the isolation. But you’d be damned (and you had been damned) if a little kidnapping, forced isolation, and starvation would keep you from throwing curses and insults. He left with an angry expression. Why wouldn’t you just ask for his blood. You had to be hungry! He came at the same time the next day. He walked over to you running his hands through your hair. It was nice to feel physical contact, if only it wasn’t his. “(Y/N), don’t you want to feel better? You’d never have to hurt ever again if you’ll just ask politely.” He was getting really impatient. You needed to just realize you were his already. “How about you politely suck my dick you fucking psycho!” He stared at you with an intimidating and creepy smile. You tensed up waiting for a smack that never came. Instead he undid your pants and pulled out your cock. “G-get off!” What the fuck was wrong with this guy? “I’ll get you off little demon don’t worry~” He got on his knees before you, in what almost seemed an act of worship with your crotch as his alter. He tentatively sucked each of your nuts for a few seconds before kissing them gently as he stroked your cock, it betrayed you and hardened quickly at his touch. “Seriously! Stop it! Why are you touching me.” You moved against the rope restraining you even though you knew it was useless. “You told me to politely suck your lovely cock. So I am.” He took the tip of your cock into his mouth and sucked lightly, rolling his tongue around the bell end. He lapped the tip of his tongue over your cock hole, your precum tasted divine to him (trust him, he would know). “I-it was rhetorical.” You were too tired to keep squirming so you gave up struggling, you blushed deeply at his attention. You could not help yourself as you made lewd little moans and gasps. He greatly preferred those sounds escaping your lips over the usual curses. You wanted to cry, you felt so betrayed by your reaction. He fondled your sack as he took your entire length into his warm, greedy mouth. You instinctually bucked your hips, as much as you could with your restraints, desperately seeking to shoot cum down that wonderful throat. A bit to your embarrassment, you did not last much longer and actually let out a whimper like moan as you shot into his mouth and he gulped down every drop.

“Thanks for the snack (Y/N), but you look quite famished yourself and I would not be a very good boyfriend if I let you go hungry.”

“A WHAT friend?? What the shit is this fuck? You think you’re my b-b-boyfriend!? You kidnapped, isolated, starved, and restrained me! You’re a moldy d-” He cut you off abruptly by slamming his lips into yours, kissing you deeply rather than hurting you this time. His lips were amazingly soft. You would have bit him, but you did not want to willingly put his blood in your mouth. Even if you had not verbally requested it. He broke the kiss and snapped through all your restraints, not that it mattered now. You were far too exhausted to do use any of your magic at this point. Before you could ask what he was doing he tore your clothing off, grabbed you by your horn, and dragged you across the room and pushed you on to the bed in the corner. You fell on to it on your back, you recognized his hungry gaze as lust and yearning. You did not like where this was going. “Please don’t do this. Just let me go…” You backed yourself into the corner of the bed where it met the walls. Your lip trembled, quite cutely, in his opinion. “You’re mine, and I am tired of waiting, I have given you chance after chance. I took you from your miserable parasitic life, I have taken you into my personal pocket dimension of heaven, and I have fully committed to taking care of you.” He disrobed and you could see he was all lean muscle, it looked as if he was chiseled from the whitest marble, his large cock glistened with a copious amount of precum, he allowed his six wings to manifest and it was certainly intimidating. “Now, one last chance, will you ask nicely for me to feed you?” “N-no!” You immediately began to regret that response. He lunged at you with a maniacal grin marring his otherwise beautiful features. He grabbed your ankle roughly, you kicked at him but he grabbed that ankle too. He pulled you to the edge of the bed and flipped you on to your belly. You squirmed as much as you could, but he was extremely strong and he had you pinned, he rubbed his uncut cock against your hole, the precum would be all the lube he offered you. With one thrust he rammed his entire length into your ass. You screamed in pain. You started sobbing and crying, you had never even bottomed before. It felt like someone had stuck a hot fire poker inside you and was splitting apart your insides. Each thrust was slow, hard, and deliberately painful. You were trembling even more now, each movement of his large member renewing the pain inside you. “PLEASE S-STOP!!!” Tears were streaming down your face, you had forgotten that you could even cry, it had been so long. In response to your cries he pulled your head back by your horns and went faster, the sound of his huge nuts slapping your ass taunting you. You knew you had to be bleeding a good amount by this point. “Pl-please” You begged softly. “Please. Please. Please. Please.” You were broken, repeating your soft chant for mercy over and over. “My blood would make the pain go away little (Y/N)~” You could not see it but he was smirking behind you, he knew he had broken his small demon. “C-can I have your bl-blood please?” Your words came out in a choked sob. “Mmm, of course anything for my precious boyfriend~” While still inside you he slid his arm around you with his wrist up to your mouth. You bit it and sucked the blood gently. You could feel your soul resonate with him, your very essence branded by his. Oh fuck, that’s why he wanted you to ask for it, you’d never be able to leave him now. You were renewed with life, and while the pain ebbed into nothingness almost instantly it did nothing to make the moment more pleasurable for you. You lay limply, resigned to letting Seltrael have his way over you. At least it didn’t hurt anymore. And it did not take long for him to finish, he was pushed over the edge from the act of you accepting his soul binding blood. Each throb of his prick sent another flood of angelic cum into you. You were still sobbing, albeit much more quietly. He sat on the bed and pulled you into his lap. He held you close with his arms around your torso as he draped his wings over you protectively as his cum leaked out from you, though he did not seem to mind at all. “Don’t cry (Y/N), I’ll never have to hurt you again, you’re mine now~” He peppered the space between your horns with little kisses. That’s why you were crying. You were his now. You would always be his.

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imprettytired · 10 months

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 6

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Cw: Self harm, drugs, hallucinations (auditory), injury, sickness, disordered eating.

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Chapter 5:

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Mammon couldn't sleep and didn't try to either.

"Why'd he have to say that?" Mammon thought

"Cause he pities you" the voice whispers back.

But Mammon genuinely wanted to believe that his brother loves him. He wanted to believe that all of his brothers love him.

But he knows that's a lie. It could never happen, at least not anymore.

He got up, trying his hardest to ignore how dizzy he felt, and went to the bathroom.

He looked in the mirror. A Sick, sleep deprived, shell of a Mammon stared back at him. Was he always this terrible looking? He couldn't help but wonder so.

He hates it. He hates himself so much that he couldn't bring it into words.

Grabbing his knife, he wanted nothing more than to distract himself from the world around him. Even if it means covering every inch of his body with cuts.

He looked at the now healed scars on his palm and thought of a better idea as memories of a few weeks ago flashed in his mind.

He carved the word 'worthless' into his forearm. He watched as the blood slowly poured.

It wasn't enough.

He did more

'greedy'

'scummy'

The same words that had haunted him the first time he did this to himself were now something he would wear for everyone else to see.

Finally 'die' was harshly carved into his hand. This one was more painful than the last ones and alot deeper too.

"Do ya' think Lucifer would care or would Diavolo need to tell him to first?" Mammon says with a sad smile.

"Actually please don't answer that."

He instead went to take a shower.

He couldn't decide if he was too hot or too cold so he laid in the shower as warm water hit him until that too became unbearable.

When he finally got out of the bathroom he remembers just how hungry he is and grabs the plate Beelzebub left by his door. It was now cold.

He only got a few bites in before he felt too sick to continue. He decided to take it to the kitchen knowing that if he didn't, he would forget about the plate, and let the food on it get moldy. Only resulting in something else his brothers would make fun of him for.

Just as he began to leave he remembers the cuts. The one on his palm was still bleeding although it was significantly less than it was at first.

He really didn't feel like bandaging them but he really didn't want to get blood everywhere in the house so he simply wrapped bandage around his arm and hand so haphazardly that it began to come undone as soon as he finished.

He didn't care to much though. All he needed was to put the plate in the kitchen and leave. He just hoped he could get away with not cleaning it.

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As he was walking to the kitchen he heard people talking in the dinning room.

It was his brothers.

"Didn't they already had dinner?" Mammon thought.

"and he's lost weight too." Asmodeous said. Mammon couldn't make out the first part.

Are they talking about him? He hasn't noticed any weight loss though it makes sense. He hasn't been hungry and spends most of his day walking.

"Maybe it's because he's sick?" One of them questioned. Some of his brothers voices sound so unfamiliar to him.

"How long has he been sick for?'

"I don't know. I haven't been talking to him." Leviathan said

"Yeah."

There was silence for a few seconds.

"What did he say to Lord Diavolo?" Satan asked.

He still has no clue what he said but he hoped it wasn't too embarrassing

"That's none of our business." It was Lucifer. It had to be. Although he sounded a lot different to Mammon.

"So he didn't tell you did he?" Satan replied and Mammon could almost hear the smirk.

"No he didn't but it's nothing that concerns us."

"Yeah but it seemed to freaked out Lord Diavolo a lot."

"Do you think he started talking like he did earlier?" Said someone sounding a bit creeped out.

"When did he even start doing that?"

Mammon felt like the most worthless creature in the world. He walked in. Not wanting the discussion about him to continue.

"Oh hey Mammon!" Asmodeus said too cheerful for Mammon's liking

"I'm gonna put this in the kitchen." Mammon said as he tried to walk past.

"You didn't eat much" Beelzebub said while staring at the plate

"I'm just not that hungry"

"Are you feeling any better?"

All Mammon could do is shake his head no as he enters the kitchen. His vision starts to blur as he trys to put the plate on the table.

He misses and the glass shatters on the ground.

"FUCK" he yelled loud enough to startle himself.

"Why do you always have to mess everything up? Why can't you just stop it already? Damnit Lucifer's gonna be so pissed."

He moved his injured hand around in an attempt to pick up all the pieces of broken glass and food. Getting blood on the ground only adding to his frustration. He soon dropped all the pieces in a pile

He clenched his hand and hit ground besides the pile as hard as he could.

He felt pain radiate through his hand. It gave him a sick sense of relief.

So he did again and again.

And again.

Until he heard footsteps coming towards him.

"Are you okay?"

Mammon needed to turn to know who it was. It was his younger brother, Satan.

He discreetly stuffs the unraveled part of the bandage in the sleeve of his jacket.

"I'm fine I just dropped my plate."

"What happened to your hand?"

"I guess I fell."

"You guess?"

Mammon pinched the bridge of his nose with his non injured hand and thought up the best lie he could.

"I thought was putting the plate on the counter but I ended up just dropping it on the ground then I slipped and landed on my hand."

He heard a frightened gasp and soon felt his hand in the palms of another and felt fingers tracing one his fingers.

There was so much blood on his hand that Asmo didn't notice the word carved in his hand nor that there was no glass in his hand.

"I think you broke it." Asmodeus' hands were soft, gentle, caring.

Mammon pulled his hand away.

"It's fine."

"No Mammon it really looks broken."

"I'm fine."

The next thing Mammon knew he was over the sink throwing up, but he was confused as to how he even got there.

His eyes darted around the room and then landed on the broken glass, food, and blood still left on the ground.

"I'll pick it up."

"Mammon you just threw up from standing you're not in any position to do that." Satan said.

"I'm fine."

"You're not picking it up."

"Yeah I am."

Mammon was hit with a wave of dizziness and tried to use the counter for support. Which failed miserably at. Falling to his knees with his forehead pressed up against the ground and his good hand covering his mouth.

He laid there for about a minute and then got up, breathing heavily as he tried to get the room to stop spinning.

He looked over at his, mostly, horrified family, and began to laugh as a thought ran through his scattered brain.

"Hey did the rest of y'all ever find your stuff? I know Levi did but how about the rest of ya'?"

If he had given them a reason to talk before.

"I'm gonna go lay down."

He had definitely gave them something to talk about now.

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Mammon finally made it to his room, away from his brothers.

Or so he thought.

"Here's a pillow."

It's was Belphegor. He didn't notice that he wasn't in the kitchen with the rest of his family.

"It's fine Belphie. I have some pillows."

"It will help."

He didn't feel like arguing.

"Thanks"

He left and left Mammon confused.

The same man that not even a month prior could grasp why Mammon was still around.

"I guess it's just pity."

As he laid on the pillow and felt himself being dragged in. It was clear to him that his brother had put some sort of charm on it to help him.

It was the worst sleep of his life. Constantly waking up sweating or feeling as though he was going to throw up. He was terrified.

He went on his phone desperately trying to find out about the pills he has been taking, but he knew nothing about them.

So there he laid. In agony.

"Just a few more hours."

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Mammon only got two interrupted hours of sleep before Beelzebub came by to check on him.

"Hey Mammon are you feeling better?"

Mammon just stared at Beelzebub. He felt like that's all he could do.

"Lucifer wants you to stay home today."

He gave him a thumbs up,

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Although Mammon was in pain, the first chance he could, he left and met his friend.

The friend handed Mammon two pills. Which he took almost immediately not questioning how his friend knew to give him two.

Then the friend handed him a bag of pills. Enough to last the next few days.

"How much will it cost?"

"2000 Grimm."

Mammon paid.

"You know Mammon the prince has been super up everyone's ass lately."

"Why?"

"A bust that happened last week."

"Oh."

"Yeah and now he's getting more serious about shit."

"Oh yeah I saw some flyers about drugs at my school. Apparently people are overdosing"

Mammon's friend sighs.

"I have to get going, see you soon."

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Mammon soon remembered what it felt to be happy again as he wandered home.

He finally had the energy to carefully bandage his arm and hand. Asmodeus was right, his hand was broken. He was in so much pain yesterday that it didn't faze him. He doesn't understand why it has not healed by now, but he didn't care too much.

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Mammon didn't realize what time it was until he heard one of his brothers knock on his door.

"Mammon?"

It was Lucifer. It was hard to focus on him.

"Hmm?"

"Lord Diavolo needs to talk to you in the morning."

Mammon had plans to go literally anywhere besides school.

"What does he want?"

"No clue."

Lucifer left. Mammon was hurt that he didn't ask how he was doing.

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He decided to go and have dinner with the rest of them though he only picks at his food.

"Mammon stop playing with your food." Lucifer snapped at him

"I'm just not hungry."

He hasn't been hungry in awhile

"Mammon are you sure you're feeling better? You look worse."

"I feel great."

He doesn't know who asked him that question so he simply stared in the direction the voice was coming from.

There was silence as everyone stared at him but he didn't understand why.

"I'll just go." Mammon mumbled as he got up from the table and left.

He went into his room and looked in the mirror. He's looked the best he has been in a long time. So he knows it's not that.

Mammon laid in bed. Knowing that he wouldn't sleep but that doesn't matter. He's okay again.

And that's all that matters.

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flyingmintbunny0 · 8 months

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Back by popular demand- What if More Archivist!Martin AU!!

Here's how the Hill Top Road roommates were born!

(If you can spot all the spiders in each panel, you have sharp eyes)

Get your context below the cut~

Ok, first off, I adore all the tags in my first post about this AU, they make my whole day!!! I'm so glad people latched onto the silly roommates especially, so I figured I'd show how Martin found them!

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Story (A bit of a prologue setting up The Web if you will):

CW: Spiders (but they are cute, I promise)

Martin was always a very isolated kid, he never made many connections with other people besides his mother. So when he came out to her after he'd turned 15, he had nowhere to go when she kicked him out of the house until he "came to his senses".

He wandered the streets, waiting until enough time had reasonably passed so he could go home and apologize to her. In the meantime, he found himself sitting on a park bench staring up at the swaying leaves on a nearby tree.

Then, he felt something crawling up his arm. And another something was creeping up his other hand. Looking down, there were two tiny spiders clinging to Martin, as if they were afraid he would throw them off. Which was ridiculous of course. Martin had always had a soft spot for little creatures and cooed to them softly.

"Hello little ones, where did you come from?" He giggled for the first time in... he can't remember how long, as the little critters waved their front legs in the air towards him. Martin wanted to believe they were trying to say Hi back.

Martin spent the afternoon distracting himself by watching the spiders roam around, crawling from hand to hand like an endless spider treadmill. They spun fragile webs between his fingers and Martin thought they were beautiful.

The sun set, but the two little spiders didn't seem keen to leave him, so Martin decided to bring them home with him. On the walk back, he came up with names that seemed suitable for each of them. If they were going to stick around, they deserved to be properly addressed. He thought about his favorite subject in school for ideas. They had just finished up a poetry unit and he was captivated by a few poets in particular. He looked down at the spider on his shoulder that had climbed up on him first.

"You seem like an Oscar Wilde type," Martin gently poked at the spider. The newly appointed Oscar looked offended, like it could give a sarcastic retort if it was capable of human speech.

"As for you..." Martin paused at the second one. It was sitting in a fold of Martin's sleeve, but poked its head out nervously at Martin's attention. "I'm going to call you John."

John Keats wasn't an especially inspired choice, Martin thought. But he was his favorite author at the moment. Something about his sappy verses drew Martin in like a moth to a flame, or a fly to a web.

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Later, after Martin had settled into a long-term position at the Magnus Institute, London, his mother decided she wanted to be rid of him for real this time. She asked him to set her up in a proper care home, and left him alone in their apartment. Martin was neither financially nor emotionally stable enough to stay in the lonely apartment, so he left as soon as possible with his few belongings in tow.

Annabelle Cane found him. Martin didn't understand how or why for a long time. But he eventually assumed it had to be connected to his spider friends somehow. At least she was friendly enough.

Annabelle led him back to her house on Hill Top Road. And sure, he wasn't expecting to live in a house filled with roommates that kept worms and moldy food(?) in the fridge, or a barrel drum full of wax in the basement, or an attic coated from floor to ceiling in cobwebs. But where else could he go? It's not like he could live in the library at work.

Yeah, his new roommates were weird, but he soon realized that he liked them. They were rough around the edges, but he figured out ways to be helpful, to smooth them out. He painstakingly experimented to find out their preferred choice of tea, and even convinced them to join him for movie nights every weekend.

And everything was going well! Martin was enjoying his work in the library, and he actually felt stable for once in his life.

That is, until Elias Bouchard called Martin into his office one day...

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OK I didn't mean to write a whole fic for this picture, but I couldn't stop myself pffff

All of the spider talk is 100% @lelouchootori 's fault btw ;v; I just thought it would be cute if the lil spiders I was adding to Martin's hair had lore, and they said that the spiders should have names, so it really spiraled.

Another tidbit! After meeting Annabelle, Martin realizes that she can communicate with the spiders Oscar and John. This causes him to talk to them a lot more (even if he can't understand them), especially in his Archivist office. I have a very specific scene in mind to make this a full-on office comedy:

Martin: What do you think about this creepy statement, John?

Jon (passing by his office door): What? What did you say?

Martin: Oh, sorry, I wasn't talking to you Jon.

Jon: ???

#Archivist Martin AU #the magnus archives #tma fanart #martin blackwood #annabelle cane #jane prentiss #jude perry #jonathan sims #Not me drawing lil spiders in Martin's hair for funsies then giving them a full-on lore dump #If Martin ever has more than 2 spiders on him the others are Annabelle's : )#Thank you all for the kind words I'm so happy to share more of this brainrot hh I have so much MORE in my notes too lol #And ty lelouchootori for supplying me with all the ideas <3

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raviosrupees · 1 year

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LINKED UNIVERSE ZOMBIESS

woooft hey friends, its been a while but LU never left my brain or my heart and i stumbled across a very interesting idea

Zombie Apocalypse AU for Linked Universe.

It could either be modern world or in their world, personally I like the modern world, it offers a lot of interesting tropes.

So minor CW for mention of hospitals, zombies, potential gore, guns and violence, all the stuff that comes with zombie apocalypses, ya know? :P

Hyrule I see being one of the ones closest to the outbreak when it happens, so he's been in survival mode for a while. He's eating anything edible he comes across. Old moldy fruit, dog kibble and water still in toilets are all on his menu. He never stays in any area for long, and often travels through the wilderness from town to town. Extremely skittish, doesn't trust anyone.

Wild woke up in a hospital after being in a coma for a while, and was just completely out of it, barely remembers a thing, and wakes up in a completely empty hospital. Since he basically had no real recovery period, he just goes absolutely feral from day one. Has secret worries he's actually a zombie.

Time works an office job, and has been beaten down with the stresses of modern life for a while now, and as soon as the outbreak happened he left work and headed to his nephews ranch out in Ordon. He feels a bit guilty for relishing in the freedom of it all, how he doesnt have to go to work everyday. Exhausted from trying to keep all these kids alive.

Twilight is out in the middle of nowhere, on his ranch, and wouldn't have even known there was an apocalypse until his uncle came over. Generally completely at peace with the whole thing, with some concern for loved ones, but passive. Until dem blasted zombers went for his goats. Adopts all the stray pets that no longer had homes and takes care of them. Has a full backup generator.

Sky seems like just a silly guy who bumbled his way to safety. Really good at helping the others open up and talk through their issues. When it comes to hand to hand combat though he takes the zombies down easily, and always comes through without a scratch. He's the guy that you'd think would be harmless but is actually a beast. Can tell when danger is coming by reading the signals wild birds give.

Four is an exhausted mechanic, the voice of reason, and is very excited to get to use their skills for more interesting things, ie. hotwiring cars, making bullets, and the creation and repair of other such weapons. Hard to keep track of, has a tendency to disappear and reappear like nothing happened.

Legend is a full on apocalypse prepper. There is nothing you can do to convince me otherwise. His uncle was also a knight/military man, so I think of Legend as a kind of begrudging army brat. He's got the full army bunker with floor to ceiling shelves of medicine, canned food, water bottles, and likely a lot of firearms. Legend strikes me as pretty trigger happy, he's also super paranoid and doesn't really want to share with anyone. Has to be coaxed out of his super secure storm cellar. More scared of losing anyone he tries to protect that anything. Give us more redneck conspiracy theorist comic relief legend.

Warriors is a former military man who lost his squadron in the outbreak and now will do anything to keep his new family alive. He joined military school really young, and it kind of messed him up because it hadn't been what he wanted, so he's really protective of Wind. Always feels insanely bad about killing the zombies, because he still sees them as people.

Wind is a feral child, who said fuck middle school and all this, stole some knives and set off. He's hell bent on finding his sister who ended up at one of the refugee camps. Really good at swiping stuff off other people. Doesn't trust anyone besides War. Helps Legend makes maps of the areas around them, devises neat traps to kill zombies. Surprisingly cold blooded when fighting.

BONUS: They find Ravio after they found themselves in need of supplies and Legend is like, "I know a guy" and takes them to an outpost sort of place where Ravio has a little shop tent set up. Super sleazy, salesman chatting them up for a couple extra caps. Legend is really good at bargaining.

#linked universe #zombie au #sky is a sweetie #and kind of scary #should i write this?#linked universe time #linked universe twilight #linked universe wind #ravio writes <3 #linked universe wild #linked universe hyrule #linked universe warriors #linked universe four #linked universe sky #linked universe ravio #zombie apocalypse linked universe #linked universe legend

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birdbutt · 29 days

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personal tma episode today woohoo I suppose (uh.... cw for rotten/scary ?food? I guess)

I work in mail sorting. In one of The Big mail sorting plants, the kind of building lined with conveyor belts that take things across the building, up and down different floors, just wherever it needs to get to so it can leave in the right direction to the local stations and parcel carriers. A big mechanical nervous system. Filled with packages or letters instead of flesh or blood.

You find a lot of weird things in the mail. You just have to learn to ignore it. It gets weirder even on the overnight shift. Not just drugs or other illegal oddities, but those truly bizarre sights you know you'll have no way of describing later. If you even remember them after a long night.

8pm to 5am is when I'm there. We even sort on Sundays. Have to get the mail to your station by Monday you know? I usually like to listen to podcasts while I work. I mean, I'm just standing in place, waiting for that labyrinth of moving belts and conveyors to drop the next round of mail into my chute so I can start sorting the zip codes. I'll put each package on another conveyor belt, key in a code on a small number console, then watch the package get taken away and dropped into another cart or chute somewhere. There's four other drop chutes just like mine, lined up along the main belt behind me, with another equally bored or just plain tired plant worker waiting for the next round of endless deliveries to sort. All listening to their own music or books or even having a late night phone conversation. Today I was playing The Magnus Archives. It really didn't feel like it would matter what I listened to at the time. I was in the middle of episode 36 - Taken Ill, and as the narrator started describing the sickly horror of the scripted week a package at the top of my chute broke open and a slimy, pale yellow, almost gray fluid starts pouring out... well oozing out. It seemed slow, but happened so fast that I couldn't have done anything to help minimize it even if I wanted to get close enough to do that. It got over everything. The belt, the chute, the other packages, even the floor. It didn't just get my area either. When it broke it was still close enough to the main conveyor belt that it spread to the other four chutes after me too. The smell was so strong I almost couldn't move at first. Almost sweet. Before the strench of almost tangible rot slammed it's way so hard into my brain my legs nearly gave out.

Well the stench obviously traveled all over. Farther than normal I guess. Everyone on our floor level could smell it and was coming over to find out what happened. I mean everyone too which is impressive. This is not a small building, it takes about five minutes for someone fit to speed walk from one end of our floor to the other. So it was kind of a joke everytime we caught another brave soul wandering over from so far to try and figure out just what the hell they were being forced to smell.

We get people trying to mail cooked foods or meals all the time, it always turns rotten before the package even makes it to a sorting plant. Always. It's so stupid, but also so common you hardly notice it after a couple months there. A turkey sandwich in a manilla envelope, ham with mashed potatoes on a ceramic plate, a plastic baggy of homemade pickles. Almost makes me chuckle sometimes. Well, almost chuckle AFTER, the slime and smell of what used to be something consumable gets mopped up. So that full bodied stench of old organic rot isn't foreign to us in the plants by any means. Nobody could say for sure what had rotted though, but we all agreed it was definitely familiar. When we removed the box from the top of the chute we still couldn't figure out what it was. Usually when one of these busts we get to see what ever moldy, decomposed chunk meat or produce someone tried to mail ooze out of the soggy cardboard when picked up. This was somehow just slime. A molded pale yellow that almost seemed gray. There wasn't anything else. It looked like someone had packaged up only the decay while leaving out what originally fed it. If there had ever been anything else it seemed to have already completely liquefied. And it filled the entire box and more. It seemed to be too much for the package that broke. We all tried to joke about how long the package must have been lost in the twisted turns of the never ending veins of sorting machinery to get /that/ rancid, but we couldn't bare to keep our mouth open too long around it. Thinking back I don't remember anyone actually complaining about the SMELL, just how it was stronger than normal, strong enough to taste. All from a square box barely 7 inches long. A box that hadn't even smelled until it spilled open. Or we thought it had spilled, we couldn't see what might have been the tape holding it closed anywhere in the soggy mess.

Because it was just so... wet we almost forgot to check if the mailing info was still intact any any way before we binned it for another crew to inspect and clean. No chance of saving it at this point. The address had melted away into that yellowish sick of spoiled matter, but the postage mark was still dry. Pristine even. A bright unmarked spot of bright dry paper on a sea of decomposing filth where there sat a single fly. That lonely insect drawing my attention to the smallest bit of information that I would have never noticed, or thought to check, without the dance it seemed to do right on top. Pointing me to the punchline of a joke I never wanted to know.

It had been sent locally that same day.

You find a lot of weird things in the mail. You just have to learn to ignore it.

#The Magnus Archives #a true horrible coincidence #gross story sorrrrryyyyy (think ep 36)#didn't mean for this to become such a sTaTEmeNT but like..... hell no I noped outta there the second I saw the fly #there's always flies when food gets mailed but like.... iykyk. I was not hanging around for this coincidence after THAT tma ep #I belong to the eternal slumbering titan that is the ancient building where I am employed.#I am a symbiotic postal parasite that will sadly live to sort the life blood of usps for another day #most I've written in years. I don't even talk this much. who would I even talk to???

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basssiliskk · 3 months

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Can't have shit in Florida public schools I bought a chocolate bar for myself bc I was hungry as hell and it was literally GREY AND MOLDY. The expiration date said March 2024 but my internship supervisor made me send her the pictures because that shit was CLEARLY rotten

pics below because it's literally insane how cartoonishly vile it looked. cw for moldy food

#i'm still mourning bc i was gonna eat it as a quick snack for lunch #but well... i was not putting that in my mouth #basilspeakss #cw mold #tw mold

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whumpurr · 2 years

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Adrien and Sawdust Part 19

cw: unreliable narrator, pet whump, negative body image, (spoilers): female whumper, abduction

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When Master Adrien closed the door, Sawdust remained sitting on his haunches in the middle of the living room, staring at the heavy wood. Part of him thought that this was a joke of some kind. A cruel prank pulled on a pet deserving of such cruelty.

Sawdust was under the assumption that Master Adrien would not be coming back at all. That he abandoned his pet in this big empty house to punish him, that the doors all lock from the outside and he was simply trapped in here.

Master Adrien wouldn’t do that though, would he? It was the first time Sawdust truly thought that his Master did not mean to harm him. It was an odd thought, one that sat heavy in his stomach because of course his Master wanted to hurt him! That’s what owners do, especially to bad dogs like Sawdust. But it was getting harder by the day to imagine Master Adrien doing anything to truly harm Sawdust.

Looking back, it seemed like Master Adrien normally didn’t hurt Sawdust. He’d given him new clothing, he’d let him keep his ears, he patched up the injuries he’d gotten, he even cut the mats out of his hair and gave him his first bath in ages.

It’s been weeks. Surely if Master Adrien wanted to hurt him, he’d have done it by now, right?

Or maybe he was just playing the long con, he wanted Sawdust to get attached first. For all Sawdust knew, maybe Master Adrien was just sneaking in through a back door to come and tie a plastic bag around his head. All those worries were less fear inducing than they used to be. Sawdust would have found himself paralyzed by those thoughts before, but now he could sit with them. They seemed less and less realistic by the day.

Minutes fuzzed together. Sawdust sat, waiting, staring at the door until the sunset began to cut sharp orange shafts of light through the windows. Master Adrien had been gone a long time. He had said that Sawdust could help himself to anything in the fridge. Sawdust was used to having to scramble for food, so simply removing it from the fridge or pantry did not seem like a monumental task.

He stretched on his knees while he opened up the fridge and, among the bright white light inside, he found his bowl with leftovers that Master Adrien had given him a little while ago. He pulled the clear plastic wrap off and left that on the counter while he sat in the kitchen, shut the fridge, and buried his face in the cold leftover rice and chicken. It was tasty, albeit a little bit peculiar to eat it cold. He was thankful that it was still leagues above the moldy bread and mushy rice that his last master occasionally gave him.

Right. His last master. The one who he’d probably never see again. The thought sent a pang of sadness through his heart and he paused his eating. He swallowed, a few grains of rice still stuck to his cheeks. He missed his old master. He always knew what was best for Sawdust, and he never beat around the bush like Master Adrien did. Punishments were harsh and strict, but it gave Sawdust an easy criteria to follow.

Master Adrien was… confusing. Being around him made Sawdust’s head hurt. He always had to second guess his actions whenever he was around Master Adrien. Who was Sawdust to critique his master, anyhow? He should really be punished for thinking poorly of him at all, especially when Master Adrien gave him food and a roof over his head, and even insisted that the room Sawdust stayed in was his own.

Sawdust finished his food and carefully carried the corelle bowl to the sink. He did his best to wash it himself, even though it made his paws hurt slightly to uncurl and hold the sponge. He knew that Master Adrien would be proud and happy if he did though, so he pushed through it.

By the time he finished, he simply sat on his haunches in the foyer and waited. Master Adrien would be back soon, surely. Even though the sun had set by then, Sawdust had at least some hope that Master Adrien would return any minute.

Sawdust was used to passing time doing nothing. When he wasn’t fighting with the other dogs or playing with them, he would spend his spare minutes sitting and recovering. He could never call it relaxing, his heart remained pounding in his chest even though he was still back then, but he had experience in waiting. Waiting for the next bite or scratch, or the next eager, panting puppy, or waiting for his master to return.

The house was dark and quiet, only Sawdust’s breathing and the sound of the wind outside could be heard. Sawdust didn’t want to get up and turn the lights on, he was most comfortable in the dark. It was what he was accustomed to.

The hours ticked by and Sawdust found himself falling asleep where he sat. That was odd, he’d never done that before. Before, when he waited at his old master’s place, he would be tense and coiled, anxious about whatever was going to strike next. Here, he was at least at enough ease to begin to feel drowsy.

Master Adrien would be back, Sawdust knew it in his heart. His master would come back, and he would give him a pat on the head like he always did before heading off to bed. Usually before bed, Sawdust would shower. If he couldn’t manage, then Master Adrien would help him. The least the ungrateful pet could do would be to shower before Master Adrien got back, that way his master would not need to trouble himself with that.

The warm water felt pleasant on his skin. It no longer made Sawdust quake with fear at the memory of all the times he- deservedly- got hosed down with icy cold water outside. His old master did not even permit him to take off his clothing, leaving his pet to shiver in the cold, wet cloth clinging to his tainted and scarred skin.

Those scars still dragged out terrible memories. That was the one thing Sawdust did not like about being able to bathe himself without his clothing. He had no ‘dignity’, that was simply not something that pets had, or were allowed to have. He felt no shame with the essence of being nude, but whenever Master Adrien would help him. He felt like he had to hide his scars.

He felt stupid for having them. His body was useless enough that it couldn’t heal itself properly after a nip from a puppy. After a scratch from a dog that just wanted to play. After a well deserved correction from his old master. His skin always tore like paper. He was broken merchandise.

Sawdust was towel drying his hair when he heard a sound from outside. He pulled his clothes on and rushed down to the foyer. The sound came again, it was from the front door. A metal sound. Keys jingling, the doorknob rattling, before it started again. It happened a few times before the lock finally gave way and the door opened up.

Except Master Adrien was not being it. Instead, there stood a tall, slender, pale skinned woman in a pair of black pants and a long sleeved black top. In her hand was a piece of clothing with some kind of shiny striping on it.

“Hi cutie!” She said with a big smile, Master Adrien’s large bundle of keys in her hand. Her heels clacked, practically stabbing into the hardwood as she closed the distance before Sawdust could do anything about it. She stooped down next to him. “Your owner sent me to pick you up, he’s gonna be staying over with me at my place, and he said that you should come too so you’re not alone in here all night.”

Her eyes tracked Sawdust’s every move. She stared directly into his eyes, he couldn’t help but look away. He was trapped.

“You’re so adorable.” She reached out and cupped his cheek. Her hand was cold. Sawdust was trembling like a leaf. “Come on then, let’s get in the car and head over. Is there anything you want to take over from here?”

Sawdust blinked once, then shook his head. If he turned his back on this woman for even a second, something bad was going to happen. He knew it. She stood up and stepped towards the door.

“Well, I’ve heard so much about you, Sawdust, so it’s nice to finally meet you!” She opened up the door for him to crawl out of, then shut it behind him. There was a small, silver car parked where Master Adrien’s truck would usually be. She helped him into the back seat and got into the driver’s side, pulling out.

“Oh, I haven’t introduced myself!” She made eye contact with Sawdust through the rear view mirror, “I’m Sarah, but you can call me Ma’am.”

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#whump #whump writing #whump community #my writing #whump blog #pet whump #sawdust #whumpee #whump recovery #whumpblr #adrien and sawdust

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i haven't been remembering my dreams for about 2 years. even more rare is when i have the epic -- be it good dream or nightmare -- Whole Sleep Dream. the kind where, even hours after you wake up, you remember EVERYTHING.

last night i had both, & it went a little something like this:

CW: animal death, SA.

your usual apocalytic setting. the weather was frightening & gorgeous. the sky was a juxtaposition of sunlight & storm. snow came. falling ice shards. so much snow & sunlight; it can't possibly be so hot & cold at once, but it is.

my house is some hybrid of my house, my mom's house, and the basement of shy's grandfather's house, where we lived briefly in 1996 in a moldy, spider & ant infested room, with an even worse bathroom on the other side of the basement.

keith is keith, but keith doesn't look like keith? it's a male, same approx build, but i never see his face, either because of a face shield/ski mask/scarves, etc. the voice isn't right either.

people are frantic. the snow is piling up & the hot hot sun won't melt it. planes in the air are crashing, falling. news can't keep up, but towers that carry signals are exploding by the second, all over the word, so we're all on our own.

i'm trying to figure out how to get shy, J, & my mom back to our house. keith tells me to start reinforcing windows & get the girls food, needs, 1st aid stuff, basic food, water, & everything gathered. we decide given the pace & direction of the weather that our bedroom will be our hole up spot.

we are a solidified unit, a team. we got this.

i do this, he takes the blazer to fetch the family, chilly, ruby.

4 hours later, keith returns. they only live like maybe 2 or 3 miles away, and it took 4 hours. by now, there are a few more people in our house bc i can't say no. people who i let in, had something to contribute: food, radios, flashlights, water, blankets, etc.

i go into hyperfixation mode & get everyone organized with a little spot, that still leaves room to quickly move around, etc.

it takes forever to get the door back open against the snow & ice over it, that the sun is somehow still not melting. (yet how did i get people in? idk, dream logic) vehicles are smashed & on fire here & there but it isn't melting anything either.

as we're getting everyone in, some monster truck comes flying through out of control, having hit an iceblock in the road. it smashes into our blazer. 'fucking hell,' keith says, & then magically sparrow is there, runs out frantically bc she's confused, & gets hit by another car flying through.

i lose my shit. keith says to stop being emotional because there isn't time for that. i feel my heart both shatter & flare with anger at those words. i say nothing, & help get everyone inside as 2 more planes crash in the air, & pieces fall down.

chaos at hume home across the street. half the building is smashed from airplane parts. 'can you come cook a few meals to get us through a couple days? we'll send you home with a few huge cans of veggies, milk, cooler boxes...' (we don't have cooler boxes IRL, but sure.)

it takes me about 25 minutes to get over there (2 mins IRL), over all the ice chunks, busted cars, bodies, airplane parts. i do the cooking, they tell me cleanup doesn't matter but i do it anyway (???), and then i work on making the trek back home.

i see keith talking to the dude with the monster truck who hit our blazer. i call out for help dragging these cooler boxes full of shit, but they both just look at me. 'you've been doing kettlebells,' says monster truck driver, looking me up and down, creepy. 'you can handle it. it'll keep you warmed up.'

'for what?' i ask. i need to know what's coming. i need order. i need... something, here, bc so far i've been doing a damn good job at not losing my shit, especially with sparrows body getting covered up by ice that the sun won't melt, 15 feet away in the street.

they don't answer. when i get to our driveway, keith grabs the boxes, says thanks, kisses my forehead and adjusts my hat and scarf, then gets inside. confused, i go to follow him, but monster truck guy grabs my arm.

'just be quick,' keith says to monster truck guy, then goes inside and shuts the door.

s*x traded for the truck.

'it was you or your kid, i mean... it's a monster fucking TRUCK!'

so, that happens. on a jagged pile of snow & ice that the sun won't seem to melt.

when i get all my layers put back on, wipe my nose, ignore all the cold/hot cuts on my back, & get inside, i start to cry.

"you have to stop being so emotional about this," my mom says, tiredly, from a couch in my living room that's purple now, instead of brown. part of me is frantically trying to point this out to another part of me (forcing lucid dreaming--it's a long explanation), or look for my hands, or something. 'everything's different now, we have to make sacrifices.'

shy & i's eyes meet from across the room. 'wake up,' they said.

there's a pounding at the front door, & someone yelling that i need to get back to work. the sound of collision, an inward sucking of air that pulls everything into silence, & then a crash as more airplane parts drop on the front porch section of the house.

shy's at my elbow now, their little hands curled around my bicep. 'wake up,' they said again.

i woke up, and it was 8.45a, mina was curled against me. i exhaled. i started to just sob, hard, for maybe ... idk, 20 seconds?

but i stopped, bc i was ✨ being emotional ✨ & now i'm just angry & feeling sad.

i guess the gist here is that something in me is damn sick and tired of being pegged as emotional, crazy, or bitchy, when things keep changing with no pre-amble or slight explanation, i get pushed, or etc, & even more sick & tired of having to explain why to save face. i feel like i'm being gaslit & brain-r*ped when people do it.

yeah, i see you out there, i heard what you said, with your MA in psychology. it sure does seem like i'm using my NDs as an "excuse," doesn't it? it's because i fucking have to keep explaining why.

but i'm done! :) i've cared too much about people liking me, or being the one that people DON'T have to whisper about. well, whisper away... cause i can't be myself happily when juxtaposed with having to embarrassingly explain myself too. i'm turning 40-fucking-5 tomorrow. i'm halfway to 90.

i literally don't have it in me to care about people outside my circle anymore, if they aren't even going to take 10 seconds to try to understand someone outside their norm.

& also when the world ends? i hope it's that fucking gorgeous.

#coworkers #actually autistic #actually ocd #adhd inattentive #autistic #autism

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susiequaz12 · 2 years

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Immortal Whumpee- Vampire AU Part 2

Alrighty, here’s part 5 to my Immortal Whumpee’s story, and part 2 of the Vampire AU. Part 1 is here.

CW: Immortal whumpee, non-binary whumpee, vampire whumper, captivity, restraints, gagged, defiant whumpee, very messed up views on death and talk of death (they’re an immortal).

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The two figures approached the camp right before the sun started peeking over the horizon. Lo had taken two more doses of venom, the last one just now starting to wear off as the vampire sneaked through the backdoor of the encampment.

“Don’t say a word.” They uttered.

The vampire entered into what looked like a storage room. Pieces of old furniture, bags of clothes, food for livestock, and random barrels and crates. With the human still slung over their shoulder, they rearranged a couple of things until there was an empty corner. Lo winced as they hit the ground, dirt scraping their knees and elbows.

The vampire stepped away for a moment as Lo got their bearings, and then came back with several lengths of rope. They tied the human’s wrists together tightly, then pulled them up to a wooden beam near the ceiling, keeping them pulled above their head.

“You know, what should I call you?” Lo asked.

The vampire just grunted, moving to pull Lo’s ankles from underneath them. They stretched their legs out straight, back pressed against the wall.

“If you’re going to be regularly draining my blood I think some proper introductions are in order, don’t you?”

The vampire sighed, shaking their head as they began tying the human’s ankles together. “Listen, until I can find an explanation for you, and learn a little bit more, you’ve got to stay hidden. Then, once I’ve discovered if you’re worth sharing, you’ll probably be passed around camp. Used like a blood bag, so be grateful I’m the one who’s got you. If you’re lucky it’ll just make it a quick death on your end.”

Lo hid a chuckled under their breath. Yeah, a quick death wasn’t really an option either.

“If you must know, you can call me Sol.”

“I’d shake your hand, but that’s not an option. I’m Lo.”

“Shut the hell up, Lo. You talk to much for a human who’s currently tied up by someone who could end your life in two seconds.”

“Then do it.”

“Excuse me?”

Lo shook their head, pulling at their wrists and arms as they shuffled from where they were tied.

“End it. End my life. Please, god, I’m practically begging you.”

Sol shook his head, tying a knot in the middle of a shorter length of rope.

“Yeah that’s fair, but we need you too much. Now shut it.”

Lo was about to utter another word of protest when the knot of the rope was shoved behind their teeth, the ends wrapping around the back of their head and tying tightly.

“Solomon! Is that you?” A voice called.

“Shit.” Sol whispered. They stood up and rearranged several of the boxes and crates until there was a sort-of wall covering where Lo was tied. “Don’t go anywhere.” He whispered.

Lo shrugged as much as they could, and leaned their head back against the wall. They faintly made out the whispers of the vampires talking outside the room.

“Did you find anything?”

“I found the camp of the human I’ve been tracking. They were gone before I got there though. Do we have any food?” Sol lied.

“What, like human food?”

“Yeah. It’s scarce for them too so maybe it’ll help hunt some of them.”

“I don’t know Sol, there might be a couple apples out the back. I think we’ve got some old bread around here too.”

“And how many pigs do we have left?”

“That one sow is about to have it’s babies, but other than it, we’ve only got two I think.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah. You better find that human fast. We don’t have many other options left Sol.”

“I’m aware. Don’t worry, I’ll find them.”

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Solomon had found two small, shriveled apples, and the crusts of a loaf of bread. Slightly stale, but they hadn’t gone moldy, so that was good. They threw them in the pocket of their cloak and grabbed a bucket of water from the well outside. It was only a few hours after sunrise, so mostly everyone in the camp was lying down. It was silent aside from the chirps and skitters of animals outside.

Lo’s head had lolled to the side, their eyes closed. Sweat dripped down their arms, soaking into the shirt they had been wearing, and they stirred, fluttering eyelashes as the vampire approached.

They flinched back against the wall, wincing as their back hit the wood behind them.

“Oh calm down.” Sol whispered. “Here. I don’t want you starving.”

They pulled away the gag from their mouth and held out the two small apples in their hand, fishing out the chunks of bread with the other.

Lo glanced up to their wrists and looked back towards their captor.

The vampire gave them a smirk before untying their wrists from the beam, but kept them tied to each other.

“Here you go.” He tossed the apple towards Lo and they caught it in fumbling fingers, bringing it to their lips.

Lo ate the food they were given quickly, and then held the water in their hands, sipping on it slowly as their dry throat and chapped lips were grateful for the relief.

Solomon watched as the human ate the food, even the pit and seeds of the apples. They seemed like such simple creatures. So different, and yet so similar from vampires.

Yet Sol had drained them completely, they had taken every single drop of their blood, and less then ten minutes later they were back on their feet. Full color to their face, and fully conscious like nothing had happened.

Lo wasn’t the first human they had drained. He knew what it was like, watching the life of something drain in your hands. Nothing compared to it, but it wasn’t sustainable. But if you could drain the same human- over, and over again- no vampire would ever go hungry.

There was a reason Lo had begged for death so casually.

Sol watched as they continued to sip on the water, fingers trembling slightly as they brought it to their lips. Dark eyes fluttered up, gazing into the vampires.

“You’re staring-” the human mumbled.

“Like I said, I haven’t seen a human in months.”

“Well then.” They set the bucket down and tilted their head to the side, heaving out a sigh as they exposed their neck. “Get it over with I suppose.”

Sol chuckled, inching closer to where the human was restrained. He got on his knees in front of them, glancing at the flushed skin- the veins pulsing underneath. He could feed again. But they would know.

They could smell human blood from miles away. And his little secret would be found. He’d need to do this as clean as possible.

“I appreciate the offer, but I’m not hungry.”

“Don’t tell me you’re going to do that venom thing again- I’ve been compliant like, like you asked-”

“It’s appreciated. But I want to test out something else.”

Lo flinched as the vampire gripped the sides of their head in a tight grip. One underneath their chin, the other tightening in their hair. They began to utter words of protest but Sol jerked their hands to the side, twisting the human’s neck around with a sickening crunch.

For a brief moment their was a flash of pain etched onto the human’s face- and then there was nothing. Their head lolled to the side and they slumped towards the ground, falling in a heap in the dirt.

Solomon almost instantly felt a pang of regret. What if their theory wasn’t correct? What if this was all a mistake and they just cost everybody their chance at surviving starvation? It was cruel and selfish of him to take that away from the rest of them. He’d be kicked out- ostracized- forced to leave the only group of friends and family he knew. He’d no longer be known as the best hunter- the most skilled tracker, but as the vampire who selfishly killed the only human they had seen in months.

Sol sat there on his knees across from the human, watching as the color faded from their body and the breath hissed out of their lungs. The vampire sat there for maybe fifteen or twenty minutes, stewing in self-pity until he noticed a change.

Color had started to return to Lo’s face. Their neck was no longer at such a twisted angle. And finally- there was a faint breath hissing from their nose.

They surely weren’t conscious, but they were sure alive.

“Fucking hell.” They whispered. “You’re not dead.”

There were so many other theories, so many other things they wanted to try, just to be certain. To be absolutely sure there was no limit. But even if there was, they weren’t dead anymore. The vampires could each get at least one good feeding out of them before they became useless.

Solomon stood back up and grabbed the human’s wrists. They pulled them above Lo’s head, retying their arms above them and helped them sit back against the wall.

A soft moan echoed from the human’s lips as their body was jostled and their eyelashes fluttered, though they remained closed.

Grabbing their chin in his hand, Sol pulled their head back up to rest against the wall. At the strain in their neck Lo’s eyes burst open with a flash of pain and they let out a small, strangled scream.

Sol was quick to cover their mouth, watching as tears slowly started coming down from their eyes. He couldn’t help but chuckle at the success of his experiment. If everything went according to the plan he’d been forming he’d be praised, rewarded even. And no one would go hungry again.

“You really can’t die, can you?” Sol whispered.

Though they couldn’t move their head, the look in Lo’s eyes was enough to give the vampire his answer. He nodded, and gripped their chin in his hand once more.

Lo’s mouth opened in a whine and Sol used his thumbs to keep it pried open. He covered their mouth with his, injecting another, smaller, dose of venom down their throat. Lo swallowed, wincing at the pain and let their head fall limp against their chest. Their neck was still healing. Still stitching itself back together from where it had been snapped so brutally just moments before.

“There you are. That should help relax you a bit.” Sol stated.

They picked up the rope gag from earlier, once again forcing it in the human’s mouth and tying it behind their head.

With the hiss of a whine behind the gag Lo’s eyes tried to find focus as the vampire gripped their head. They finally landed on the pale, chiseled features, the fangs glinting past his lips as he flashed a smile.

“I can’t wait for everyone to meet you.”

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#immortal whumpee #nonbinary whumpee #vampire whumper #broken neck #captured #restrained #Sol isn't all that bad #though they are a little creepy which we'll see more of later #honestly a lot of this is just self indulgent vampire angst #I'll probably have another chapter of the other story of Lo's here soon too #there's just so much fun to be had with a whumpee who can't die

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cherryflavorednothing · 11 months

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About me ♥

My name is Bellsy & I'm 17

I have 2 small dogs (they love being held like babies!! they're so cute!!

I recently shaved by head & it's half brown, half pink bc my roots are growing out

I've been homeschooled for the past 2 years (grades 10-11)

I adore sweet smells & tastes, I'm obsessed w/ fruits

I have OCD & depression (and physical stuff like IBS)

My favorite games are animal crossing (especially hhp), sims 4, and minecraft

I have a bunch of random fears, like boars & moldy food

I'm amazing at rambling (as you can prob tell)

Feel free to message me or send asks even though I'm garbage at responding

cw: ed content, please don't use this to trigger urself, & if you're not struggling, please leave. regardless, stay safe ♡

Please block, don't report

Numbers below

Height: 5'4 (exactly 162 cm somehow??)

Sw: 163 (74 kg)

Gw1: 155 (70 kg)

Gw2: 145 (66 kg)

Gw3: 130 (59 kg)

Gw4: 115 (52 kg)

Ugw: 108 (49 kg)

I'm high res, 600-1200 cals

Also idk what kcals are and I'm too lazy to learn lol

#notprojustusingthetags #tw restrictive ed #tw ana diary #tw eating issues #tw ed diet #proan@#pro @na #i want to be tiny #🔔 thoughts

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insomanic-fanfication · 11 months

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Wanting to be honest

Under this line, I'm talking about an in-depth problem I have, maybe in hopes of people feeling like they aren't alone or to remind me that I'm not alone in this struggle. Especially since I always try to find support groups or someone to talk about them with. They are FOR the Eating disorder instead of trying to help.

If you are not ready to have this conversation with yourself or are not in the right headspace for this topic, Just enjoy the Cat gif and move on with your day. This also includes my mutuals; just because you love reading my post doesn't mean you have to read this one. I will not be mad over upset if you skip this one.

I want you all to know that you are all loved and deserve a great day.

CW: Child neglect, Growing up poor, Growing up in a hoarder's home, Old America parenting, Religious abuse, Generational trauma, Eating Disorders, Child Abuse, late diagnosed Autism, C-PTSD, Depression. At this point, it's labeled as Dead Dove Do Not Eat- IRL. I despise sugarcoating things, so here is me telling my story without having my coward of a family shaming me for making them look bad. Just because some of them have changed does not magically fix the pain I suffered and still heal.

We'll take mental breaks at multiple points within this post and give you links to Emergency numbers.

The first one:

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Section One: Before I was born

In a small town in Texas, USA. My Mom (age 16) was dating a man (age 18) and got pregnant due to a lack of sex education. Upon finding this out, my Mom's parents (Stepfather and Mother) forced her to have me and marry that man. So she and the child (me) wouldn't go to hell (Be the talk of the Church).

Throughout her pregnancy, the man we'll call SD (Sperm donor) locked my mother in their bedroom closet, only allowing her to eat bread and water. As well as rape and abuse her. Her parents (My grandparents) knew this was happening and did nothing because "it's not rape if you're dating or married." At some point during her pregnancy, my mother was pushed down a flight of stairs by SD.

The day I was born, I wasn't the only one. I had a stillborn twin; she was fully formed. Meaning, for a good while, I was holding hands and sharing womb space with a corpse.

Section Two: After I was born

Once I was born. My mom's parents never taught her how to raise me; instead, when something needed to be done, they grabbed me and shamed my mom for not knowing how to be a good mother. Basically, using me as their version of baby-trapping my mother to stay in contact with them. So they could have free labor to be as lazy as they pleased and have their own maid to keep their house clean.

I have no idea when these things happened, so I will mention them in this paragraph. SD sexually assaulted me while changing my diaper; Mom and he divorced, and my mom was kicked out of their apartment. Cutting to the only necessary information from up until age 12, I was being bounced around different family homes; while I lived with my grandparents, I could only really eat a few things; most of the time, they were either moldy or expired. Also, I was beaten and screamed at with a belt when I misbehaved, most days hearing them screaming and hitting each other. I also would be forced to sleep on a pissed and shit-on mattress, sometimes while it was still wet. Had to climb over piles of trash and junk that my mammaw hoarded. Along with being forced to clean the whole house by age 4. Doing the clothes and dishes, cooking, taking care of the animals, getting my grandpa ready, and waking up at 02:00 (Yes, even on school nights) to make lunches for my grandpaw.

While I lived at my Nanny's (Great Grandmaw), I did have great food and a living area. However, all I was used for by her was a grieving process; I was the replacement for her husband dying.

While living with my mom and who she was dating then (My 1st Step parent before she transitioned), she tried her best to be at least somewhat of a stable human being and mother. However, she could never afford therapy and couldn't entirely cut contact with her parents.

When she was married to my 2nd Step parent, my Step Dad, they had my living brother when I was in 2nd grade. All throughout my childhood, after that, my little brother came first, and what was left went to me.

Though during my childhood, I was constantly yelled at when I acted like a child and was called a selfish brat by many family members when my 5-year-old wanted attention. Because I didn't fucking know anything about ALS or death. I just knew my Papaw, an Airforce pilot, wasn't feeling okay. Until then, my lil brain had only seen him cry when I told him, "Welcome Home!" and honestly believed nothing could kill him.

Mental Health Break! ----

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The context is done, So I will be talking about my Eating disorder and current eating problems. You can choose to click off now or continue reading when you are done with the video.

Now, the present problem I'm dealing with is trauma around food in general, but also possibly a binge eating disorder.

The cycle starts with eating a normal amount, then slowly eating less and less due to something wrong happening in the household. My mom screaming about something she couldn't find or the kitchen not being clean. Then, I start becoming replused by everything in the kitchen. Only seeing expired food. So I spent more and more time in my room. Until I realize I haven't eaten in 3 days.

I have a panic attack, thinking I will die, then eat. Then, I can't stop eating; I feel guilty if food is left on my plate because I feel like I'm being ungrateful for not eating everything. My brain refuses me to turn down the food people offer me. This will go on, until I vomit because my body can't handle everything, then I start eating again, Right after.

Then, I'll panic about becoming obese (my grandparents were), then the cycle repeats itself..

is there a happy end to this? No, the only good thing, is that we live in AZ now, and my grandparents have no way of talking to me.

#Youtube #eating disoder recovery #ed vent #truama dumping #Dead Dove Do Not Eat - IRL #Dead dove do no eat #childhood truama

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