#im not really fond of the term baby

[thanatoseyes]

Is it witchy to buy tea and a deck of oracle cards? I'd like to think so.

#witchblr #baby witch i guess #im not really fond of the term baby #mostly because ive been infantilized for being nice #so it just kind of rubs me the wrong way #not to say its a bad word or anything its not #budding witch i guess #ha because plants and witchcraft go hand in hand #see what i did there ah im funny #fake it till you make it guys

[lucy4-ever]

nsfw headcanons about bill kaulitz pt2

!all NSFW!

he wether smirks or furrow his eyebrows all the time

when youre on top of him and riding him

he just keeps smirking at you and check you out

like he just analyses every part of your body

he's more into preliminairies

he loves cunnilingus, fellatio and well... 69

one thing he also absolutely ADORE

is when you suck him off and that he touches your hair and sometimes asks you if he can thrust his pp in your mouth directly

he loves using his fingers because you're very sensitive to its touch

he could barely touch your belly and would get you all flustereted

he loves doing it purpusely

like touching your thighs or neck in public and get you all work up by his touch

he's a a big ass tease in public

he loves when you give him unexpected physical attention

it's kinda hard for him to clearly say what he wants and what he needs

but he expresses it by writing it on a little note or by being affectionate

i think he doesn't like asking for things because he doesn't want you to get uncomfortable (he really appreciates you and the time you spend together so he doesn't want you to be on bad terms even for a short time)

anyway that was a bit deep lol

he likes randomly touching you

like hugging you, take you by the waist, the shoulder, run his hands on your upper and lower body

as i said, his love is definetly physical touch and quality time

so he likes to bring you on dates too, where it ends up by you two fucking in one or another's houses

told you he has lots of libido too :)

he moans without any shame

he's the typa guy to really let out his moans

not like average guys who tend to hide it

he literally moans every single time he feels like it

he is so submissive sometime

he'll ask stuff like :

"can i cum now? please my love"

"please let me cum baby"

he has LOADS of kinks

like

A LOT

blindfold kink first 😇

haha, he loves and hates not being able to see what you're doing to him 😝

kinda claustrophilia kink too

like, fucking in small spaces yk

okay now, maybe that's just me who find it hot

anyway

foodplay 🤭

like i see him putting ice cream or whipped cream on your body and eating it up

i dont think he's a fond of humiliation but he likes calling you slut, whore, bitch.. while he's praising you

also, katoptronophilia (mirror sex)

i feel like he has this kink, where he likes seeing himself fucking you and you being aroused af by the view you're confronted to

OBVIOUSLY ALL OF THE KINKS ARE PRACTISED UNDER YOUR CONSENT

also, car sex.

there, i said it

(i'll make a fanfiction about it)

i love bill.

please marry me.

anyway

apart from that, if you have specific kinks too, he may agree

so that you have perfect, respected, healthy sex 😘

author's note : now, ive written this by pure boredom. i think it's a bit lame but whatever. i'll probably make a pt3 one day. i just love bill. 😻

once again, thanks for all the notes you guys are leaving!! im happy you enjoy reading my posts. if you got any recommendationsj, just ask me anything :)

love yaaaaa!! 💕💕

#bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz smut #bill kaulitz headcanons #smut #tokio hotel #headcanons #bill kaulitz bf material #headcanon #reader x bill kaulitz

[olderthannetfic]

https://www.tumblr.com/olderthannetfic/728489573268750336/im-really-not-fond-of-baby-gays-trying-to-make?source=share

This got me thinking about the way gender, and especially manhood, is constructed and defined and how it sucks for both cis and trans people.

If a man puts on a frilly dress, he is thought of as not actually a man, in queer circles, homophobic circles, and everything in between.

If a cis man wears a dress, he's thought of as a trans woman, and if that's used as an insult or said supportively depends on the context, but he's always thought of as not a man.

If a trans man wears a dress, he'll get some people saying he's acutally nonbinary and some saying it's proof he was a woman all along, and, again, wearing a dress erasing his manhood.

GNC is a useful term because it acknowledges that people behave outside the expectations of their gender, without contradicting what their gender actually is. A GNC man is a man, not a woman or a nonbinary person, who doesn't dress or act the way people expect men to.

(I'm sure this happens for women, too, but the expectations and the level of acceptance for crossdressing are different for women and I don't have a good window into the finer details myself)

--

In my experience, a lot of women who self-describe as GNC are either living in places with much more aggressive Thou Shalt Wear A Full Face Of Makeup To The Supermarket At Ten A.M. cultures than I am or they're just too autistic to perform Girl™ correctly even when they try.

[wolfythewitch]

T TELL ME ANOHT THE SHN EATER AU THAT’S A COOL NAME!!!

ummmmmmmm Tommy is the chosen one in a prophecy to kill the suneater, this monster that's destines to swallow the sun. He's taken away from his family to train under the king for years until the fated day comes, his mentor is Techno, who's also his brother that he never knew about because he was taken away as a baby. because tommy being the chosen one is the second prophecy, the first one was that techno was the monster. Techno is the fifth general to the king, and tasked to train tommy to kill him. He doesn't tell tommy any of this ofc, and treats him coldly so he doesnt form any attachments.

i lost my og post idk where it is but this was the summary in the fic

im very bad at describing things LMAO but this is probably my favorite fic in terms of like. vibes and dialogue i think? it was very fun

adding some here because fjdkglfd I do really like it KEKW

ive kinda discontinued it for reasons i wont get into, but still one of my favorite fics honestly. it was very experimental and I'm very fond of it

#wolfy tedtalks #anon

[chuckyray]

9 people you wanna get to know better - tagged by @monstraduplicia

Last Song: well I'm listening to music as I type this so I guess it'd be Highway Headin' South by Dolly Parton

Favorite Color: red white and blue baby ✌️🤡 I'm very fond of orange and brown though.

Last Movie/TV Show: last movie was Priscilla, last TV show was True Blood

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: truthfully I can't pick. im the kinda guy who loves to eat everything. right now im in a savory phase though.

Relationship Status: whatever I got going on with @otisbdriftwood we're choking each other with our red string of fate.

Last Thing I Googled: how long do you boil raw broccoli (I knew approximately but I wanted to make sure)

Current Obsession: hmmmmm. succession I guess. tomgreg 😑

Last Book: hell if I know. I really wanna get back into reading though so maybe the shame of not being able to answer this will give me that kick in the ass

Looking Forward To: short term? valentines day :o) i got whitey a very cool gift. long term? going back home to the beautiful U S of A and getting the fuck off this pathetic excuse of an island.

tags: @hoboclown @mandymovie @chopsaws @klahaist @vulgardaughter @pisswater-deadgirl @deadiite @rottingfamily @halo--hall

#tag game #yall be careful tagging me in stuff i will yap on these posts for sure i aint know how to shut my mouth #this was fun. thank you :o)

[ultra-raging-ghost]

Idea for a little Cucuhalo fic/au. Ok hear me out:

Roommates/Office au

So, I haven't fully fleshed out the details yet, but Cucurucho as a rich boss that owns some kind of company and Bad is an employee that just moved from somewhere and started working in his company not too long ago. They try to get along... well enough in the office, albeit there's some tension and passive aggression between them.

Their co-workers love to gossip about them because it looks like there's something going on between the two, but it's all speculation for them. What they don't know is Bad and Cucurucho are actually secretly roommates, and they "hate" each other even more outside of the office.

Cucurucho has a cat that Bad wasn't initially fond of named Emotional Support (they're actually raising that cat like it's their baby lols) because Bad is more a dog person, but Cucurucho insisted on getting a cat as a pet. That's only one of their roommate quarrels. Most of the time they are extremely passive aggressive, and do things like, idk, not washing the other person's dishes lmao.

Despite how much they claim to hate each other, neither want to leave because "it's easier to share rent" or "no one would take care of Emotional Support when the other person is busy", some kind of excuse like that. But really, it's because they do enjoy having each other around, and sometimes, they have nice dinners and movie nights together. Then they fall asleep on their couch and wake up entangled, but neither wants to admit they were literally cuddling the night before. They are so attached to each other, but no one wants to say it out loud.

Basically this au is me wanting Cucuhalo office and roommate drama with a dash of sexual tension and long-term denial, romantic comedy sitcom style.

- alchemicaladarna

WAITTTT REAL

I love them living together and making up excuses to do so....

"Its expensive to live alone" "Emotional support is already so attached to him itd be mean to take her away from him" "We bought the furniture in a way that would make it weird for us to move out" (bad bought both the beds, or the one bed hayoooo, cucurucho bought like 20% of the spices and condiments, they dont feel like splitting up the furniture is what im getting at) "Theres no available housing in any areas id want to live in" etc. etc. any excuse to stay together even though to everyone else it seems like theyre at eachothers throats all the time!!

I think the way the workers would find out is a couple of them getting invited over. Like after a night out, one of them cant find a ride home so bad (resident guy who doesnt drink) offers to let them sleep on his couch for the night, and the next morning they wake up to arguing. They sit up on the couch and over the back of it who should they see in the kitchen together but CUCURUCHO and BADBOYHALO who are arguing because bad didnt ask before inviting said coworker over!! They kiss and make up (either metaphorically or literally) and cucurucho lets it go for now and sneaks off back to his (possibly their) room so he isnt caught and has bad send the coworker out as soon as they wake up. The coworker doesnt say anything about seeing cucurucho right then... but later on cucurucho and bad hear a lot of whispering that gets suddenly quiet when they walk by, and then it continues when they walk past.... more so than usual!!! And they dont think too much of it, but then someone comes up to bad's desk one day or approaches him in the hallway or by the water cooler and goes "so.. you and cucurucho, huh??"

(and then they realize bad's not the one to approach because hes very aloof and wouldnt pick up on the implications that the coworker would be dropping.. but theyre too afraid to go ask cucurucho about it for fear of getting chainsaw'd LMAO)

SHOUT OUT TO THE "ONLY ONE BED" TROPE, WE COULD DO SO MUCH WITH IT!!!

#qsmp #cucuhalo #officemates au #<- in case we talk more about it #asks #fav

[madamekaji]

nsft rambling && headcanon under the cut. talking abt abijahs sexuality i suppose? nothing graphic but still… informal language & such i did not care to make this a thesis statement LOL.

tl;dr: i think abijah’s gay. like barely skirting the bisexual label in terms of the fact that he has been with women/continues to be with women but i don’t think he’s actually attracted to women as human beings.

controversial take perhaps but i really don’t think abijah is into women outside of viewing them as a toy to sadistically use and then discard. like i don’t think he’s a kitty repulsed gay man but he literally only talks about women in sexual contexts in terms of bringing them harm and/or killing them. which is not to say he’s better with men because he’s a nasty nasty disgusting freak & degenerate of an ape but i truly think in contexts where just being exclusively with men was allowed & tolerated growing up that he would just be with men.

idk the fact that he’s so…. “fond”??? for lack of better word of men (“fondest heart”, “his pretty eyes”, probably more but im not rewatching rn so i can’t make a bullet point list rn) and the fact that any time he talks about women its something along the lines of comparing them to the government he’s about to violently overthrow, “your bones break like a woman’s”… as well as kaji’s statement about how he couldn’t “get off without making a woman bleed” (paraphrased)

like him being a misogynist is not news and it’s very evident by the aforementioned dialogue ^ as well as his treatment of women, such as his past tense baby mamas in his basement. bro is quite literally a human trafficker… but i think it’s notable that he uses “sweeter” (i hesitate to use that word) language with the men in his life then the women in it. to add, the men actually get to live & the women do not!!!

i don’t believe he’s “in the closet” by any means either. like especially not in japan where the VERY oppressive western standard didn’t really exist. he is a shameless creature and a BIG fucking dude so he could get away with a lot more back in europe. (not to mention years at sea without societal regulations…. pirate life, baby.) but i do believe his options in terms of escorts, as well as the.. again societal standard just normalized sleeping with women (makes him look and feel powerful to have a high body count, for example.) i believe he’d been with men back in europe (cough cough routley cough cough… as well as others) but it just wasn’t as easy && accessible as it would eventually be in japan. if he wanted to get his dick wet he just kind if had to settle LMAO

in short i suppose i genuinely believe he equates a human woman with something like a flesh light and nothing more, so i hesitate to call that an “attraction to women.” ppl aren’t attracted to their toys or whatever it’s used as a means to an end. (usually, anyways. agalmatophilia/objectophilia/etc. of course exist but i don’t think that’s what he’s dealing with here.) i feel like that’s what women have always been to abijah. a hole is a hole mentality. && i feel like he has to brutalize them to get anything out of it or else he wouldn’t enjoy bedding a woman.

he gives me the energy of men who are very clearly into men and would just be better off getting with their homeboy then continuing to yap on their alpha podcast about how they hate women in every sense including sexually because their standards are absolutely impossible, but how they praise and idolize men for fucking breathing LOL.

#blue eye samurai #abijah fowler #headcanon #more like rambling rather then a concise thought but yeah! idk if this’ll make sense to anyone

[greenorangevioletgrass]

My girl by the temptations please! I love this pairing and concept so much 😭

ayyy im glad you like it! we've had a lot of angst yesterday, let's have some tooth-rotting, sickeningly-sweet fluff with this classic banger!!

warnings: pregnancy, rooster is a soft protective boi, and drinks respect women juice!!

***

Although Rooster never claimed to be a saint, he always thought he was alright with women—and women mostly found him alright. He grew up with his mom that he adored, has no qualms maintaining close friendships with women (Phoenix, for one, is basically family at this point), the relationships and situationships he had went and ended on good terms. And as Hangman teases him about being pussy-whipped, Rooster simply waves him off and drives away towards San Clemente in his trusty old Bronco.

Because at the end of the day, as much bravado is being displayed during locker room talks, nothing—and he means nothing— beats coming home to his girl.

There’s a spring in his steps as he walks up to the door. A fond smile as he hears you greet him as soon as he opens it. Heart swelling as you come into view, a personification of life and beauty and everything good in this world, with your twinkling eyes and flowy sundress.

“Hey!” you balance the box you’re holding under your arm, so you can kiss him hello.

“Baby, what are you—” he all but grabs it from you. “You shouldn’t be lifting heavy stuff!”

“It’s not heavy!” you tut in protest. “I’ve trained as a dancer, a naval aviator, and a boxer. I think I can handle your dad’s record collections.”

“Yeah, well, you weren’t four months pregnant when you did all that,” he grumbles.

“That we know of.”

His eyes go wide.

“I’m kidding!” The look on his face is priceless, and it sends you into a fit of giggles, loudly smooching his cheek. 

He shakes his head, setting it down on the player stand, where the record player already perches. Neither were here when he left for work this morning. “Did you haul this up yourself, too?”

You shrug absently, getting the records out, carding through the collection to avoid his signature look of concern and discontent.

“Sweetheart…”

You brush him off, nudging him aside to put the disc in. The bass grooves through the soft static of the vinyl, and then the familiar guitar hook comes in. You pull him in, swaying him side-to-side in an attempt to… well, sway him. “Don’t you trust your girl, Roo?”

He may roll his eyes at you, but he can’t fight the smile on the corner of his lips. “My girl…”

“Your girls, actually.”

And then his whole world stops. 

“Really?”

“Mm-hm. I wanted to tell you in person, but… yeah.”

“We’re having a girl,” he barely squeaks out, lips quivering, eyes brimming with tears.

“We’re having a girl!” You throw your arms around his shoulders, but he’s already sweeping you off of your feet, spinning you around. And when he sets you down, he gets down on both knees, cradling your growing bump.

“Hey, kiddo. Hey, beautiful…” he greets her, just above a whisper, “I love you so much. We can’t wait to meet you, sweetheart. But you got a little while to go, so hang in there, okay? And in the meantime, look out for your momma, will you?” he glances at you mischievously. “She’s one stubborn lady. I got a feeling you might be, too.”

You laugh when he kisses your belly, and pops back up to his feet, red-nosed and teary-eyed and happy as a clam. He looks so silly, looking at you like you’re the best thing that’s ever existed (you are to him), and you’ve never loved him more in your life.

Some people say that having a daughter is a karma for how a man treats the women in his life. They never specify, but Rooster feels like it's good karma.

#the actress & the aviator #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x actress!reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster imagine #rooster x reader #rooster x actress!reader #ava writes

[figbian]

oooh can we see some of those fences director's cuts 👀👀

yes yes yes!! for those curious here's fences which is um. a time travel fix-it but only in the sense everyone lives... its steve pov which means you get VERY LITTLE info about the plot and whats Actually happening for the other characters, so ive been keeping a "director's cut" as a potential to explain what the hell is going on for everyone else. heres a couple moments from ch1:

“[The dreams] start in early November. Steve can’t remember, at this point, what the first dream is. In his defense, he doesn’t really expect it to happen again. He didn’t know to mark it on the calendar as the first of something important. Steve’s never had that kind of forethought. He’s never had anything happen to him and think: this is going to change my life.” i had the robin/steve scene written pretty much from the beginning. the fic rotates around two scenes: this scene, and the eleven introduction. everything else is just…fic. it’s why i wrote that last line, because the stobin reuniting scene reads: “‘Steve,’ she says, and she’s laughing, and Steve, through his concern and fondness and sudden clarity, thinks, You’re who I was looking for. Steve, for all his lack of foresight, looks at her and knows. Robin Buckley, the weird girl from band who he’s pretty sure is in Nancy’s year—Robin Buckley’s going to change his life.” its all about the stobin, baby! barb in general in this fic is rlly interesting as the foil of eddie in a lot of ways, which kind of makes nancy as steve’s foil… which makes a lot of sense, bcs while this fic doesnt deal w s2 explicitly, it’s most like s2 overall, in that nancy is spiraling bcs of the pretending and steve doesnt know how else to cope. poor barb is coping with her death just like eddie is, and in another version of this fic where it’s nancy pov (which i may very well end up writing) it affects her relationship w nancy in really interesting ways! 

“His hair is shoulder length, for one, and he’s in a flannel. His jeans are black, at least. It’s kind of weird, since Steve can’t actually picture Eddie any other way (maybe he had a buzzed head in middle school? Steve isn’t sure), but it still feels off-putting. Not quite right.” i have a LOT of like. first senior year!eddie thoughts. i spent a lot of time thinking about how ive changed in the past three years, and how i’d changed from 17 to 20, and how that’s been shaped by my surroundings (and how it hasn’t) + how i changed from freshman to senior year. three years is a long time when you’re 17/18. i thought a lot about the kinds of hand-me-downs i received when i was younger & my family was less well off, and kind of matched that w eddie. he receives his leather jacket for christmas from wayne (ill point out the scene where we see it) + in an original draft of fences, he & steve go to the concert where he gets the back patch for his battle jacket in august ‘84. in my mind, he crafts this whole jacket based on the patch (which is cut out from a shirt)––this is loosely based on when my friend made her battle jacket. but ya. in my mind, as eddie fails the more hes like. fuck it. im gonna do what i wanna do. but it also takes time to build a wardrobe, so its still slow going.

Eddie’s got this pleased look on his face. Like Steve passed some sort of test. “You quit or something?” eddie and steve are really interesting (to me) in terms of internalized homophobia. to me. eddie’s always testing steve in fences, seeing how “gay” he’ll go, because eddie still thinks being gay is shameful + assumes steve is ashamed of “gay” behaviors. eddie is simultaneously ashamed of his own “gay” behaviors and ashamed of that shame while expecting it of steve. he thinks he’s mocking steve when he points out what he perceives as “gay” activities, even though what he’s really doing is attacking his own sense of self. i’ll try and point out some instances of this as they come up. meanwhile, steve misinterprets eddie’s internalized homophobia as like. regular homophobia. steve is gay (in that he’s bisexual), and his “gay behaviors” are because of that fact he’s queer, but he’s afraid of eddie noticing because he’s afraid eddie will shun him. steve’s in this really interesting position where he has this half-memory that strengthens over the course of the fic to real knowledge of what it’s like to lose your parents’ support & respect but hasn’t lost that respect yet. he can’t allow himself to be bisexual and keeps trying to “choose” heterosexuality even though that’s not how it works because he’s desperate to get things right this time around and have his parents’ love, even if that means going against what he wants and who he is. for having this dilemma, steve’s parents are notably absent: he will never have their love in the way he craves, and instead what he’s currently experiencing is simply their apathy.

here we go!! with minor spoilers for what will happen next lol... man i miss writing fences so bad! hopefully ill return to it soon bcs its SUCH an interesting piece to write and has made me think so so deeply about the characters and source material. id also like to go back and edit it at some point just to clean up phrasing, fix typos, etc.

#i LOVEEE the nancy/barb/robin situation in fences #bcs nancy/barb is a VERY clear parallel of jonathan/nancy s3 (nancy Needs to Know even tho its hurting her relationship etc) but also #parallels steddie #but also is clearly thinking abt the stancy breakup of s2 #Yeah. anyways ummmmm fences my beloved i MISS YOU #rambles #closet case fic to the extreme for real for real #id rlly like to release this directors cut when i finish the fic bcs i have sm to say about fences...she is rlly special! #asks #anyways thanks for asking hoping these three snippets are as intriguing to everyone else as they are 2 me<3 <3 <3

[silverandarsenic-hcs]

Different versions of the Ghostie Boys

so i said before that there’s two different versions of most of the ghost characters in my head at all times but both versions exist in totally different universes they never mix. This is because i wrote a book about the devil using most of them but it was before i knew what i know now, so they’re a little different but in a good way. V2 or V3 is how they are in said book. this is gonna be long so strap in. also i dont listen to canon because i hate it and its wrong 

Nihil: V1 he’s just a wack old man whos probably high on painkillers and baby asprin all day. lazy silly grandpa who would rally his grandkids against their parents in a small child army, just for the heck of it. was still a shit dad, but makes up for it by chilling out and being a good grandpa. Was only harsh when he was younger because he wanted his sons to turn out better than he did and he loved them. V2, he’s the worst man you could imagine. He only ever had kids because he’d rather die slowly and painfully than have his bloodline leave the church. he never respected or honestly, cared, about any of his kids. pushed them until they hated him and rebelled, or succeeded out of spite. i don’t think hes ever hugged them or that it ever once occurred to him (that is, when he was around and the nanny was on a break)

Papa I: V1, hes the sweet old man who just wants to knit and read his books and bird watch and send postcards to his grandkids from his small cottage in the middle of the woods. V2, he’s a brutal but quiet man. He has nothing nice to say and so he usually doesn’t say anything. he never paid attention to his younger brothers and wanted the papacy from the beginning, and didn’t care about anything else.

Papa II: V1, he’s a party boy and will drink smoke fuck or snort anything you put in front of him. he’s the life of the party and keeps people around the time for no reason except what else is he supposed to do? Be alone. Sounds less fun than a weekend trip to Vegas. not one really for responsibilities. V2, he cares way more about being papa, and doing the best job possible. rules the church with an iron fist. still loves to have a good time, but in a much more reserved and refined. drinks fine scotch in private rooms at the club. has never will never and never wants to fall in love. V3 of him doesn’t really exist that far from V2 but i loosely based Lucifer on him which i think is very fun and sexy. marry me, mister.

Papa III: V1, the classic chaotic iced coffee drinking roller skating vodka chugging boy we all know and love. the sarcastic wild child that none of his brothers have ever been able to control. never really cared for the papacy, but he came to terms with the fact that he had no choice a very long time ago, so he just tries to make it fun and still doesn’t listen to any of the rules. V2, we have our beloved extravagant forlorn papa. he writes poetry and lets his heart lead him to anyone he can fall in love with next. he’s a good papa, out of spite, but also because he has the most to prove. he never listened and no one really ever believed into him, so he was determined to be the best papa the world had ever seen - and do it with style. anyone whos ever seen him look less than perfect has disappeared under mysterious circumstances. V3, is the same as V2 but has a little bit more chill (only cause he’s literally a billion) 

Cardinal Copia: V1 copia he’s just a silly awkward rat boy who somehow stumbled his way into the church one day and they took him in like a stray. Now he’s a papa and has no clue how that happened, but he’s just happy to be included. arguably loveable weirdo, who cares about his ghouls more than anything, and just wants to be accepted by the previous papas - he knows its unlikely, but he still tries. V2, who im much more fond of, has been evil from the start. He knew what he was doing from the first time he joined the church, and anything that threatened his ascent to the throne would be removed swiftly and without remore. He knows everyone loves an underdog, and that pretending to be a silly innocent little guy would get him far - but only so far. V3, he’s just a quite old man who’s happy just to be the wise advisory to whoever is really in charge. I like this one and evil copia equally. 

Aether: V1, fun older brother to the ghouls. packs them snacks when they go on field trips and teaches them important life lessons. he loves his friends so much that he wont even let anything close to bad happen to them, because he’ll always be around. thats pretty much how i write him all the time. V2, not very explored, is Evil Aether. he’s copias right hand man the same as always, but they’re really just plotting ways to overthrow everything and take over. In secret, Aether is just waiting for his turn to overthrow the cardinal and become a Papa in his own right. He’s sick of taking care of the ghouls like they’re children and only does it to keep up the look that he’s nice and normal. V3 is kind of like V1, but he’s not afraid to tell it like it is and won’t spare your feelings over the truth if he thinks its what you need to hear. he’s my fav

Swiss: V1, chaotic slut man who loves to cause problems but mostly just in other peoples relationships. kinda vain. him and dew are the terror twins of the church and honestly probably whatever country they’re in at any given moment. Aether knows better than to try and keep him contained, so he’s pretty much free to do as he pleases. V2 is fairly similar, but a little more vein and a little more refined. Still besties with Dew but doesn’t have the time to keep up with him 24/7. Also fucks things up but in a more malicious way bc he just wants to watch the world burn I guess. V3 is the most different (just between you and me, i forgot about him when i started the book and added him in later cause i fell in love). He’s kind of a douche, and doesn’t have an element assigned, so he’s the nerd ghoul. he’s insanely smart and hates almost everyone so he just fucks off to tinker with his shit and read books - I think because he has a superiority complex, but thats not my business. I love every swiss and would also marry him. just me swiss and papa ii in a weird love triangle / throuple.

Mountain: Both versions are super similar. V1, he’s just super chill and smokes a shit load of weed and wants to lay in a field w no shoes and do his thing. loveable oaf that gives good hugs but only when you ask. V2, has no chill and is the most antisocial person that has ever existed, so he still smokes a lot of weed but now it’s just so he has an excuse not to talk to anyone more than he has to. Much prefers to be left alone to do whatever, and pretty much never goes out with the other ghouls unless it’s somewhere they’ll be distracted. 

Rain: I’m going to be frank with you. Short and sweet. V1 sweet little rubber ducky baby who likes bubble baths and holding hands and never really goes out, but thinks the rest of the guys are entertaining. The ghoulettes are his moms. V2 gay little slut. that’s all.

There’s no different versions of Dew because all i can think of all the time is him eating a truck load of irish spring so he can shit bubbles and chugging fireball at the bar with Swiss while they try and score (the pauly d and vinny of the church, if you will) 

This one is my bad, but i don’t write the ghoulettes as often as i should have so i don’t really have anything to say about them either? They’re in lesbians with each other and live in a little cottage with a lot of cats. they’re the exact same in my book. i still love them and will give them more attention in the future.

- Rosie

#not that you have to care that much but ill write v1 or v2 if you ask #for any post #and ill start tagging it like that now too #ghost #ghost bc #the band ghost #ghost band #v1 #v2 #papa ii #papa i #papa iii #aether #aether ghoul #rain ghoul #rain #dewdrop #dewdrop ghoul #dew #swiss #swiss army ghoul #mountain #mountain ghoul #the ghoulettes #cirrus #cumulus ghoul #cirrus ghoul #cumulus

[sylvies-casey]

I'm also a POC fan of the show and everyone has a right to feel how they want to feel.

What I don't agree with is how the term is used in this instance. The baby Sylvie is adopting and the family is a white family. If they were a BIPOC then yes that term would certainly apply here.

I'm not afraid to call out the show when I see that trope, Hawkins showed a lot of these qualities and I didn't see anyone call him out. Or favoritism of white characters like Carver a recurring character getting more screentime than Ritter a series regular.

they would never call hawkins out lol 🤷🏽‍♀️ as the show went on, he became someone i was just not fond out and there were some things that stood out to me where i was like oh wtf but you'll never catch someone pointing this out lol. sylvie is not perfect, i can as a fan admit that, but at this point some people are calling her names (like creep as ive mentioned before, i just saw another post on reddit calling her that and its annoying) simply because they dont like her (which again, is fine but like.....). i wasnt sure how to respond to that anon because idk if they were just talking in general or in this storyline and i dont like to assume things without given more of an explanation (and wanted to be careful of what i was saying lol) but i do agree with you as youve explained it (as someone who is also poc). im also someone who doesnt know the right words to say lmao. ive just come to the point where you can feel whatever you feel about this storyline, ik some people arent fond of it and atp im really over talking about it and just going to enjoy the next few days before the finale in my own bubble lol.

#i keep seeing people say things about sylvie everywhere (esp twt) and its highkey ruining my excitement and mood for the finale because #im just exicted to see jesse/matt #so i will not be talking about this anymore sorry #im willing to talk about theories for the finale and for brettsey but other than that #hope this doesnt sound rude or wrong but

[ottiliere]

Do you have more possible backstory on psych ward Dirk?? Cause im in love with the idea so much (& am projecting so hard)

have been thinking about this a lot. hi.

I always envisioned dirk being raised by beta bro in this au for many reasons but mainly because 1) trailer park rat dirk is vital 2) abject poverty vital 3) isolation and severely abusive caregiver in the confined environment that you call your home is vital. all of these things helping to breed mental illness like an agar plate.  

in my mind i think about the disparity between how bro would've treated dave vs dirk in a way that reflects dirks canonical hatred for his splinterselves.if dave grew up with bro then he probably ran away pretty early, maybe when he was 13, to go live with rose... bro having viewed him as a little pet project with some form of condescending fondness. shaping him in his image whether it be unconscious or not. and with dirk it's like. accident baby from a one night stand he gets stuck with. not that dave probably also wasn't that too. but dave came with a certain kind of novelty? whereas bro would think of dirk exclusively in terms of his inconvenience and shortcomings in comparison to himself. he wouldn't care at all where he actually tried A LITTLE with dave. I think simply the IDEA of having to get another baby though "baby" years would ruin all chances he had of treating dirk in any positive way whatsoever.

i envision bro never buying food for them or keeping it in the house. dirk would subsist on reduced school lunches and digging through the garbage at school for food to take home, otherwise he wouldnt be able to eat. and summers would be the worst because hed have to do this in public places in sweltering texas heat. this would warp his mind i think and is also the foundation as to why i envision him having pica. he'd eat A LOT of weird things, just from a very young age, due to being consistently starved. he’d eat the glue in kindergarten. he'd eat the paper and have a fondness for different kinds and brands. he’d rank construction paper and computer paper and notebook paper in his head. he’d try to eat crayons but wouldn’t like the waxy texture and how it sticks to his teeth. he'd suck on markers. he'd steal the ones from class and break them open to pull out the full... i dont know the word for it. theres like a flexible tube in there. and if you cut it open and run it under water it makes like a slightly tinted ball of fluff if you tear it all off its casing (i would do this all the time). he would just pull this out to suck the ink out of it more easily.... chew on it a little once its empty.  probably eats whatever bro has lying around. which is likely very dangerous for a child lol. miraculous he even survives toddlerhood... but the same could be said for canon i think.

kids would not be nice to dirk. i think his clothes would be dirty all the time. and i think this is where his habit of really long showers would come from. he’d try to wash his clothes with body soap because he wouldn’t know how to use the washing machine/wouldn’t be tall enough to use it. and bro wouldn’t do his laundry. obviously.

I think he’d have a fixation on capturing animals and bugs. i like the idea of him capturing things and then keeping them and starving them and watching them waste away. i imagine he has a fascination with resistance and will to escape, watching that specifically fade away in things. detatched from the situation to the point that what he’s doing is hardly really even sadistic. he’s just an observer.

after finishing/dropping out of high school he would become a wageslave. night stocker. he would have to have extremely limited hours because it basically builds pressure in his brain every minute he’s there....like the idea of him working a back end job with minimal social interaction and still hating every second he has to talk to someone. he routinely envisions throwing himself in the baler. he would want his death to be as obnoxious as possible   probably at some point he did do mechanical work but i doubt he’d last long in a job like that because his attitude is so rancid. 

RE: ALPHA DAVE

dirk has never met dave but I think he knows he's related to him and I think he spent most of his childhood fantasizing about him and being "saved" by him, mainly regurgitating cyclic thoughts of movie parents onto this idealized version of him in his head. "this is what it's going to be like," he thinks. he is obsessed with him. he is his first celebrity crush and his dream father and his best friend. he is so undersocialized that he can never tell these ideals from each other; he was never taught to make the distinction. he will never meet the guy he's imagining that guy doesnt exist and no one will ever exist like him. and when he's young that's ok, because he can fantasize and dream about dave swooping in one direction wattpad style and saving him somehow. but the older he gets the angrier he'd become at the world for always being stuck with the shortest shittiest stick, ever, always. like even the other people in his poverty-stricken slumhole have family and friends. in adolescence this begins to coagulate in his mind along with his plummeting self-esteem and knowing innately that even if dave met him he would hate him like everyone else and he loses the ability to fantasize about it anymore because that's just reality to him at that point. like actively fantasizing about it makes him feel WORSE because it's like lying to himself

he would fester. like. i want him to be obsessed with dave hes projecting every father mother brother issue hes EVER had in his life onto this man who (he thinks) doesnt even know he exists. years pass and his resentment towards dave grows. the hope in the fantasy melts away as he realizes this guy just doesnt care about him at all anyway... but hes still cemented in his mind as this lionized figure. he's still a centerpiece but he's disgusting now. he'd form a complex "you think you're so much better than me" just so so angry wants to ruin him

^the only unironic entries in his journal.

in summary... I like to imagine that dirk’s life was just so legitimately horrible and he used dave as a mental security blanket for so so long that coming to the realization that this guy doesn't give a shit about him and is NEVER coming to "save him" would exacerbate his mental illness x1000.

we have toyed with the concept of dave knowing that dirk has existed his whole life and trying to make contact when he's an adult WAY too late way after he's been fucking broken by life would make him explode I think. but this post is already too long to talk about that. thanks for reading everyone

#ask #hospital dirk #discussions of child abuse #should make clear that a lot of this is compiled ideas between me and a few of my friends...not singly lucy. this is a group endeavor #whumpcoalition

[romulussy]

hi! it's the roman youngest anon that you got recently! truly also a roman middle child truther (and while also being a shiv and roman twins truther) because at the end of the day, roman is always logan's spare and in this roman middle child universe, perhaps caroline had a difficult birth with him, further solidifying right from the beginning to logan that roman is the "weak" one. considering the age difference between roman&shiv and kendall, maybe logan and caroline had difficulty conceiving and roman was truly caroline's little miracle. shiv came a little after and caroline DEFINITELY resented shiv for "ruining" her body and shiv was also a difficult pregnancy, but logan obv saw her as a fighter compared to how he sees roman as the weak one. anyways. would love to hear your thoughts on caroline and connor because i love all of your takes so much!

hiiiiiiii!!! and okay@ those first few lines, i feel you djhfkbn. i started as a youngest child truther then went middle then twins then youngest then middle again.. now i kinda like middle best. and since it's what those hbo character profiles have him as im like well alright, better integrate this into my belief system.

but "roman is always logan's spare" ahhhhhhh yeah 😭😭😭 and re: caroline's pregnancy with roman. okay. i kinda headcanon that roman's born like, annoyingly overdue, like 7/8/9 days, right before they're considering inducing labour kinda thing, and it turns into the running gag of roman's life. like, didn't want to leave his mother's womb, has been dying to get back ever since, you know? it just seems like something logan would do.

i like to think shiv and roman are at least irish twins so i can see caroline like, resenting having to go through it all again so soon after rome, especially because there's nothing to suggest she wanted kids. like i have to imagine shiv and rome were either accidents or she was pressured into it bc logan, what, wanted a daughter?? idk, but i think by the time shiv's born caroline's over the novelty of being a mother and so there's this disconnect from the very start. i think it takes a bit for caroline to want to be involved with her daughter and by then shiv's already the roy equivalent of daddy's little girl, and so now every hint of shiv and logan connecting is taken as a slight against caroline. or as shiv "twisting the knife" etc, when really it's just a little girl like, responding to the parent who liked her (a term used loosely but i do think logan with baby shiv would've been tender in a way he wasn't with any of his sons... smth smth shiv reminding him of rose). i guess my hc that caroline would favour roman to ~get back at shiv and logan feeds into this kinda scenario too.

also thank you!!! 😭 one day i'll be able to articulate my idea on the caroline/connor dynamic properly but essentially i think she grows to be like... not fond but a bit grateful for him. i just imagine connor provided the kind of emotional support that caroline couldn't -- like soothing the kids when they have nightmares or kissing scrapped knees etc etc. and it's like an easy out; she doesn't have to feel bad for not doing it because connor's there to do it.

#ask #rambled so much idk if i even answered anything but dbfhjkvj 🤍🤍🤍 #caroline #sweet one #complicated airflow #middle child roman truthing #roman roy

[arcadejohn127-9]

Just

Just think about Luke seeing Mc as an older sibling figure, and then think about how he'd have to see em die from old age or an illness

H u r t

You know what? I'm going to hurt your feelings right back

You did this, this is your fault. I'm crying so now you gotta cry with me!

I'm making it hurt EXTRA

I'm not done with this angst wagon! I have so much angst stored up in me rn and you're all going to have to deal with it 😂 let us cry together

Warning: death, angst, sad Luke

"(Y/N)! Im back! Your guardian angel has arrived!"

You smiled, turning from the window as you heard the gentle footsteps come further into your little home.

"oh..? I thought the celestial realm called you back."

"I was able to get time off my duties to come see you, I do have a duty to protect you after all."

Luke smiled brightly at you, a bag in hand as he walked into your room. His face faltered for a moment seeing you were out of bed but kept his smile, placing the bag down on the table.

"awww, you're still such a sweet young boy."

You reached out to him, your wrinkled hands shaking slightly. He huffed at your cooing but none the less, bowed down so you could pinch his cheeks. You smiled wider; happy there was still some baby fat on him.

"I'm not a boy! I'm a grown man."

He was pouting childishly; some habits never dying. But sadly, he was right. By now he has finally grown up. He wasn't exactly an adult but he was close. He was no longer the small boy you use to know in the Devildom, he was now a tall gentle man. He reminded you alot of Simeon but definitely didn't go after his sense of fashion.

He was grown. And you've grown....grown to become old and Sickly. He still had such a youthful face despite being thousands years older. It was truly unfair but you would rather he looked as young as he did than look like you. Saggy and wrinkled. Death on your lips, it made them dry. It tasted bland and sour.

"what did you bring me this time? I hope it's a new recipe."

"I actually visited the Devildom before coming here, I made your favourite with Barbatos."

He unpacked the bag, revealing the sweet treat. It was going to be far too sweet for your taste buds now but you couldn't refuse. He frowned slightly, placing his hands on your shoulders.

"you should be in bed, the doctors said you need to rest."

"I'm not doing anything, those doctors shouldn't think of me to be so fragile! I spent years in hell." You grumbled, grinding your drenchers.

You missed the demons; it's been awhile since they've visited. It was unusual....for years outside or in hell you were surrounded by them. Always pestering you and wanting your attention. Endless plans that always ended with Lucifer fixing it. You missed them.....so so much..... you just wished your magic didn't grow so weak.

"yeah.... you're unbeatable so being in bed won't be anything."

He had you there. But it was growing tiresome of just sitting in bed. You were wasting away in it; the doctors weren't sure what was going to take you out first. Old age or illness. All Anyone could hope for that it's peaceful and in your sleep.

Luke helped you back in bed, smiling as he tucked you in. He placed the desserts holder on your lap before whisking himself away to the kitchen. He made you both some tea and picked up cutlery on the way back. You thanked him when he handed you the cup, humming happily at the warmth. The world felt so cold now.

"Have the brothers visited lately? Barbatos seemed.... solemn - did something happen?"

"No, it's been mostly you or Simeon seeing me but I don't blame them, it must be hard to see me - I know Simeon tried to stop you aswell, Saying it'll be too hard on your heart."

"nothing is going to stop me not even Simeon! you're family, and those demons-! They should be seeing you!"

He didn't even realize he stomped his foot, pouting and puffing out his cheeks. No matter how much he wanted to be called a man, he was still young. You hoped you'll get to see him fully mature into a powerful angel he was destined to be. You knew he'd be a great help to the celestial realm and make people just as happy as he's made you.

You always saw yourself as just an older sibling and he seemed to feel the same but now you felt more like a parent. Watching your child grow up and be better than you ever were. He made you so proud.

"ah~ theres the young boy I know, always pouting and complaining about demons, it was so nice to see you freely enjoy yourself the third term, you looked so much happier."

"he can see all sorts, perhaps something bad is going to happen soon but it could always be, he saw a rat in the castle - oh the way he could loose all composure-!"

"if it wasn't due to a recent visit then- why was barbatos so glum? Do you think he's okay?"

You both bursted out laughing, imagining the usually stoic butler frantically smacking the floor with a broom whilst ontop of a counter. Your laughed grew louder and louder until you choked on it; coughing harshly into your shaky palm as your chest tightened.

Luke quickly helped you sit up properly, rubbing your back as your coughing slowly died out. He told you to keep it easy but noticed how quickly your mood soured. He patted your lap and held up the forks; forcing a small smile on his face.

"let's eat, shall we?"

you both dug in, he kept his bites small as it was for you after all. You didn't even realize you teared up; the flavour was the exact same if not better than you remember. Barbatos always knew how to make it perfect for you; even now as your sugar fondness has simmered it still tasted just as good.

He really was amazing....

Luke wiped your stray tears as you stared at the treat, a distant look in your eyes. The angel was starting to panic; no matter his efforts you were becoming unhappy. Was it him? Was it talking about the Devildom? But he knew if he tried to never talk about it you'd just insist on knowing. He didn't want to keep making you upset.

"I'm sorry, just - I've been so nostalgic lately, I really appreciate what you've done, don't be upset with yourself, Luke, just ignore this old human."

"I can talk about the celestial realm, would that make you feel better? Or-or- new Cake ideas-!"

"I'd like that very much, has the celestial realm change much?"

"it's been really busy, I'm actually getting my own apprentice soon! She's been a late bloomer with her wings but she's been amazing with prophecies - I've ranked up actually! I'm almost to my goal....soon- I'm going to be just like Michael and I can help humans across the globe!"

He was beaming, his hands becoming more animated as he talked. You hummed softly to yourself, nodding as your eyes drifted to the wall. His voice soothing you.

"And- and the demon angel partnership has been a huge success! Theres been more pairs ups this year than any other! Things are really improving in the other realms- you know it's all thanks to you, right? You did this."

He waited for your response, but you didn't say anything. You just stared at the wall behind him. Luke's head tilted to the side, dread creeping up his spine.

"(Y/N)-?" He gently shook your hand, trying not to startle you incase you were just zoning out again.

But that's when it hit him. His fingers wrapped around your wrist, there was nothing. No pulse.

"(Y/N)?!"

The young angel screamed as tears flooded down his cheeks, shaking your body. He kept calling out your name but you never responded. He tried everything he could; giving CPR, using his magic - he even consider using the life trees leaves from the celestial realm.

He just - you couldn't be- he wouldn't let you! He's your guardian angel! Yours not supposed to be -! Not yet!!!

NOT YET!!

Your soul spilled out of your chest, he sobbed as it formed into an orb. He hugged it close to his chest as he cried, Begging it to return to your body.

"please.... please-! I'm asking nicely- why won't you go back?! It isn't time! Please!"

No matter how hard he pressed your soul back to your chest it refused to enter your body.

You were gone.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #gamingclubpresident #aracadejohn217 9 #obey me mc #obey me luke #obey me imagine #obey me angst #angst #tw: death

[dreamii-yume]

Did you say birthday crumbs? 😌😌😌

I saw the cradle in his bday card and immediately thought. Lilia likes babies. He wants babies. MC can give him a baby... Whether she likes to or not.

It's his birthday! Why don't she fulfill his wish, please?

Yume may be very late for Daddy Lilia’s birthday, but there are never truly a time where we can be “late” for hornii. (΄◉◞౪◟◉｀)

“You would be a great mother. I’m sure of it.”

Lilia had randomly told you that one day as what you initially thought as a strange way of breaking the silence. You didn’t think too much of it, there were more things that the old fae had said that left you speechless after all. You laughed at it and took it as a compliment instead, flattered even. He was truly a man full of surprises, you naively thought that day. You didn’t even notice that glint of mischief in his eyes, a sign that may or may not just be some childish intuition, but he was dead serious.

...You know, thinking back, you should’ve noticed all the signs while it was still there, harmless and tamed. You did not understand what he really meant by it, but you accepted it anyway, since you genuinely thought that he meant no ill will. It was most women’s dream to become a good mother after all and you just happen to be very good at taking care of kids. So, for this talent to be recognized by someone older and more experience than you in raising kids, it made you happy. But ever since that day, Lilia started acting strange towards you.

...For some reason, every time you meet up with him, coincidentally or not, it was always your stomach that he’s most especially delicate to. During one of his surprise acts of affection, his hands would always snake down across your tummy, caressing them through your shirt. Whenever he’ll take the opportunity of resting his head down on your lap, you’ll find him eyeing your stomach with a loving look in his eyes, almost as if he’s waiting for something. Even times when you’ll suddenly find him in your bed the next morning, leaning his ear on it like there’s even something to hear on the other side. When you get scratches and wounds just near your waist line, Lilia would freak out and patched you up as fast as possible, whispering something about how upset he is for something to damage your skin on this specific spot.

You weren’t one to judge people, Lilia was a man full of surprises after all. It wouldn’t be too strange if he has some kind of stomach fetish of some sort. Even though you knew that this man was a lot older than what you already thought, Lilia knows best on how to use his appearance as weapon and mean to get out of the situation. He’s so childish and mischievous, kinda like how a typical young boy would act, and to you, who’s weak against the affections of a child, it was a blade that cuts you deep. It bothered you for a bit, but eventually got used to it, letting him do what he wants.

“Eh? Lilia-senpai, you have kids?”

“You can call them that, but they’re not my own.”

Eventually, you started catching on his true intentions bit by bit and they were surprisingly very wholesome...At first, at the very least. He was very careful of not naming the identity of the children that he took care of, but being able to hear him fondly remembering his moments with them, you came to understand him a bit more. You didn’t want to assume to much to a life that you’re not very familiar with, but a simple thought came into your mind.

Perhaps, Lilia was simply...lonely.

He is fond of children, and had claimed to raise some until they could walk in their own out in the outside world. His bond and love for them was undoubtedly absolute, but as he said, his relation to them was not something that he could call his own. Perhaps Lilia was not interested in your abdominal region alone, but instead of the womb that can bare those children. Thinking that, you almost considered all his actions justified, not that you didn’t before, but at least you have some sort of context behind it. Lilia said that you were going to be a great mother someday, but with these thoughts in your head, you just can’t help but think that it’s a compliment that best suit him instead.

...That’s what you kept thinking as he one day grabbed you by the hand, leading you in the bounds of his room. His hands were so smooth, moving across your arms, legs, and back, giving you goosebumbs along the way. Of course, his last destination was on your stomach, going underneath your shirt and feeling warmness of it all. He nibbles on your neck like a little mouse, but with one wrong move, his fangs could absolutely pierce your flesh open. Charmed by his hypnotic touch, you reaction didn’t quite line in with your rationality as Lilia pulled you by your chin and slammed his lips against yours.

With his tongue playing inside your cavern, his saliva felt as if it was laced with natural aphrodisiac, rendering you immobile. You were surprised, but got you distracted enough to not be able to notice your clothes slowly being stripped away. Chuckling, Lilia couldn’t help but find yo oh-so adorable, having to completely wrap you around his fingers

♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎

“P...Please...I-I’m so full...” You sobbed as you covered your face in embarrassement, still in disbelief that something like this is happening to you. “Pull out...! Please, I c-can’t take any more...!”

Flinching as his fingers traced over the small bulge in your stomach, filled with the seed that can penetrate the depths of your flower so easily. “Not yet, Love. Just a little more.” He whispered, eyes half-lidded and seemingly drunk with both lust and pleasure. “We’ll have to make sure that you get the most of it in.”

A sharp, burning pain spread from your lower region as he pushed himself in your cunt deeper. “Aagh!” You squeaked as you instinctively grabbed the sheets and grit your teeth. Despite his best attempt of stuffing your hole with his own cock, his overwhelming cum had still managed to seep out through the gaps and stains the bed. Lilia hummed in disappointment, before scooping some in his fingers.

“Aw...What a waste.” He sighed, coming into terms that your human body just doesn’t have enough capacity to hold truck-load of a fae’s love juice. You also hoped that he had come to understand that yourbody is practically giving out on you. You’re exhausted, after being relentlessly fucked for hours, you just wanted to let your heavy eyelids fall but every time you do so, Lilia would use pain to wake you up. However, he took one look at the white substance sticking to his fingers and he proceeded to glance back at you, the look in his eye was not something you appreciated. Unfortunately, you were not given enough time to ponder over what went through his head as he suddenly shoved those cum-filled fingers inside your mouth.

He pinches you tongue, smearing the flavor of his love juice on your taste buds with a sadistic smirk on his face. “...Guess we’ll just have to improvise, yeah~?” He playfully said, as your mouth quavered whilst forcefully tasting his salty juices. You whined at his actions, but Lilia sighed heavenly from just your horrified and tearful expression combined. “Aah...What a good girl...I knew you were the perfect fit for me~!”

To your dismay, he began to move again, motivated to ruin your body both inside and outside once more than it already is. He pulled his fingers out of you, before immediately cupping your cheeks obsessively. “Those eyes...Oh, how I love those eyes.” Lilia said and in an instinct, you closed them as a force of habit when he began to move his hips, dragging your battered walls along. “...The eventual eyes of a dedicated mother, a loving wife.”

“Even after all this time, your eyes haven’t died yet. How wonderful...” You cried as you felt the disruption straight into your womb, toes clenching as you weakly gripped onto him. “This is exactly why...”

“...You would be a great mother, Darling...” Lilia told you once again, reminiscent of his former words but now carries a heavy burden on you. His eyes glows red, learning closer to your lips to give you yet another painful, yet passionate kiss. “...And just the perfect, loving wife that I dreamt of.”

Since I was late, this doesn’t seem to have anything related to Lilia’s birthday at all (*´Д｀*) pls im sorry my head is long been drained but regardless, Yume’s still going to put this in the Birthday Crumbs watch me break my own rules lol

Yume’s Resolution is to get a driver’s license and be better at it, and write sinfics faster. (*´꒳`*) What’s yours, Darlings?

#twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere #lilia vanrouge #yandere lilia vanrouge #Birthday Crumbs

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The Only Antidote is a Kiss

Summary: Scarecrow always did come up with the most whacky chemical formulas to test on people. Red Hood gets dosed with his latest toxin, and the only way to cure it is with a kiss. The only candidate? Long time rival and almost enemy, Ladybird.

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“No,” Red Hood said, resolutely. “No way in hell.”

Red Robin’s exasperated voice crackled over the comm. “Hood, if you don’t, you’re going to die.”

“Do you think I care? Death is better.” 

“I would say that’s insulting if I didn’t feel the exact same way.” Ladybird nonchalantly twirled a yoyo at her side. “Besides, ten minutes is plenty of time to get him someone else.”

“You two are in the middle of nowhere. It’s thirty minutes to the nearest city.”

“Yeah, but the suburbs are always an option. You Bats always seem to miss the obvious solution.”

“I’m not kissing her,” Red Hood repeated.

“I know that you two are…” Red Robin tried to find a more delicate way to word their relationship, “Not always on the best of terms, but you are on the same side right now. Ladybird, you don’t want Red Hood to die, do you?”

Plying Ladybird was always easier than trying to convince Red Hood. The woman had a heart of gold. Today? No such luck. 

“He’s not going to die,” Ladybird scoffed. “If he dies over this instead of the many, many, many assassination attempts that I saved him from, I’ll feel insulted. But I’m also not going to help. I’m not going to kiss an unwilling party, and certainly not one with a mug as ugly as Red Hood.”

“You’ve never even seen my face!” Red Hood argued from safely inside his beauteous red bucket.

“Yeah, well you’ve never seen mine either, and yet somehow, you have no issue with calling me disfigured every time our paths cross.”

“You’re wearing a mask. Only people who are horribly scarred wear full face masks.”

“Oh, so you’re admitting you’re ugly then?”

“No, I’m wearing a helmet, not a mask. Big difference.”

Ladybird barely stopped herself from bashing her head against the cement and steel wall. If the action didn’t break her mask, she would have considered going through with it. “God, this is why I’m not going to kiss him, Red Robin. Can’t you use one of those zeta things and drop in a girl for him to make out with?”

“You know they don’t work like that.”

“I wouldn’t know, it’s not like I’m in the Justice League.”

“Not for a lack of trying! We’ve offered you the position at least ten different times.”

“Yeah, on the condition that I get Red Hood to join up too. That certainly doesn’t sound like you guys actually want my help.”

“Nine minutes on the clock,” an automated voice reminded them.

“I say we blow this popsicle stand,” Red Hood pointed a finger up at the cement ceiling.

“Wow, what a stupendously original idea, Red Hood. It’s almost like the next thing out of your mouth might be something vaguely resembling intelligence. Oh wait, that’s right. We can’t get out of this hell hole because there’s three feet of cement on every side of us and we have no weapons that can help.”

“I haven’t had a crack at it, yet.”

“Be my guest. I’ll sit back and laugh at your failed attempts.” Ladybird reclined on a wall. “We both know that between the two of us, I’m the one who’s better at escape and solutions that don't require firearms. You don’t think with either one of your heads, you think with your AK-47.”

“My babies are all I need to get the job done. Your plans are always so unnecessarily convoluted.”

“They’re convoluted so I can cover my tracks instead of leaving evidence, debris, and dead bodies behind.”

“Uh, guys? Can you have your spat after Hood’s life is out of immediate danger?”

“No,” both of them chorused, immediately glaring at each other for speaking in sync.

“I doubt Scarecrow actually came up with a formula that will make you die if you don’t kiss someone of the opposite gender within ten minutes. That seems like the kind of chemical compound that’s featured in all of those really trashy romance novels, except instead of being unable to control your instincts, you die.” Ladybird considered the empty vial on the floor. “I’m confident that Red Hood can ride this out with minimal damage. Even if he does get horny, it’s not like he’s going to go for me-- drug induced state or not, he can’t stand my guts.”

“Can I just say that I don’t want to bank his life on that assumption?”

“It’s not like your life is the one at stake. Just try to get someone out here that can break down this welded door for us sooner, rather than later.” Ladybird gives Red Hood a once over. “Besides, if he does try anything, we all know that I’m more than capable of tying him up.”

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“Hey, why don’t you use that Lucky Charm of yours?”

“Do you think I didn’t think of that already? That was one of the first things I considered.”

“So why didn’t you use it?”

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe the fact that after I do, I detransform within five minutes? Not a big fan of exposing my identity, plus it’s not like anybody’s in any real danger because we’re locked up here. Scarecrow’s tied up, the goons that welded the door shut on us aren’t capable of using their brains, and a team is going to bust us out in thirty minutes anyways.”

For the millionth time, Red Hood pounded his shoulder against the steel weld, hoping that something would give. Nothing happened.

A beep sounded. 

“Ten minutes have passed.”

“See?” Ladybird crowed triumphantly. “I was right. Nothing’s--”

Red Hood fell to the floor, clawing at his chest.

“... happening. I jinxed it, didn’t I? I guess I’ll use it, then.”

Ladybird called for a lucky charm. No antidote fell into her hand. Just a sheet of paper, saying Kiss him.

“You’ve got to be kidding me. Tikki, don’t do me dirty like this!”

“Tikki? Who’s Tikki? What did the Lucky Charm give you?”

A wet cough sounded from underneath Red Hood’s helmet. He started to gasp for air.

Ladybird didn’t like Hood, but Red Robin was right. She had grown fond of him after saving his ass so many times. She wasn’t just going to let him die, especially not when she could help him. With a bone weary sigh, she knelt next to Red Hood. 

“I guess we’re doing this, aren’t we? Red Robin, comms off.”

“Off? But Hood sounds like--”

“Off,” she repeated, firmly. “Or I’ll break them.”

The telltale sign of static ceased in her ears.

Ladybird held Red Hood by his shoulders, maneuvering his mask off. 

“I hope you’re ugly,” she whispered.

He was not.

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Even with blood on his lips, Jason Todd was unfortunately attractive. 

“Gonna--” he coughed again, the spray of blood accompanied by a wheeze. “Bless me with your face before I die?”

“I can’t believe that you’re still snarky while you’re on death’s door.” Ladybird touched the full face mask that she added during her years as a vigilante in Gotham. She still has the usual Ladybug eye cover, so her identity is safe. But the noh mask provides a sense of safety to her. She’s loathe to take it off, but in order for a kiss to work, it needs to be put aside. With a sigh, she places it on the ground and places a hand over Red Hood’s startlingly blue eyes.

“Kinky,” he spat. Ladybird grimaced. Why she ended up on this mission alone with Red Hood was beyond her, but they always ended up in the worst situations together somehow, anyways.

Her lips descended on his. 

Iron and sweat.

“Okay,” she said, wiping her lips with the hand that wasn’t preoccupied with shielding Red Hood’s eyes. “You feeling any better?”

He coughed again.

“Great, so Scarecrow was lying and I didn’t have to kiss you. You were just going to die anyways.” 

She placed her noh mask back on, then pressed a button on her comm. “You’re going to want to speed up the whole backup team. Looks like Scarecrow was lying.”

“You’re kidding me. Scarecrow never lies--”

Red Hood sat up shakily. 

“I’m fine, Replacement. Throat’s a little sore, but I’m fine.” 

“Good to know his MO hasn’t changed,” Ladybird remarked. “I’d suggest that you wipe your face with something. It’s covered in blood.”

“And Ladybird cooties.” Red Hood used his forearm to wipe the blood off. Ladybird had to admit that the man was objectively good looking. The artist in her wanted to take a picture or sketch him. The shock of white hair, symmetrical features, and prominent nose. His eyes had a certain darkness in them, like he had seen the worst of the world, but there was still a clarity to them that said he was fighting against those injustices. “C’mon, you’ve seen my face, don’t you think it’s time to exchange the favor?”

“Backup’s arriving in three,” interjected Red Robin.

“There’s nothing in it for me.” Ladybird tugged the hood of her cloak down lower. 

“Isn’t it weird that we kissed and I don’t know your face?”

“No.”

“You really are into some kinky shit.”

“Also no on that.”

“Then why not show me your face?”

“Stop being such a brat.”

“I know I’m older than you.”

“Bratiness isn’t measured in age, but in mental maturity. Which you have none of.”

“Please?”

“I’m almost tempted to take off my noh mask if only because that’s the first time I’ve ever heard you say the word please.”

“If I say it again, will you?”

“I’ll consider it.”

“Pretty please, Ladybird?”

“... Fine.” She’d get a laugh out of this anyways, and the team was minutes away from picking them up.

She took off her noh mask to reveal the red and black domino.

Red Hood cursed.

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