#spooky high strippers

[lilaqpetal]

Feelings when they first met - SHS (Spooky High Strippers)

~ don’t take that name so seriously— it’s their band name! to be fair, it came from a random generator and we just agreed on it.

so, how did the couples (not yet at first) feel when they first met?

Cherry Couple

oh boy. they did not get along at all at first.

mostly because lili was taller than damien. by a lot.

see, when someone is better at something than damien, even the tiniest achievement.. he doesn’t take so kindly.

“oh great. what did miss skyscraper over here do to get into this school? you ain’t half bad, for a overgrown noob.”

lili, having been the sole reason the entirety of SHS was expelled from their last school, was obviously not so keen on his attitude.

“alright, cherry boy, don’t get too rowdy now. i’ll have you know i’m a succubus, not a demon. did mommy or daddy not give you enough attention this morning?”

and oh dear god, did damien burst into absolute fury.

poor oz, nyx and polly stood and watched the maroon headed demon and the strawberry blonde succubus bicker, until a nearby teacher broke them up— which resulted in damien beating the piss out of them.. which also landed him in a detention (which he also bailed. what are they gonna do, give him another detention? spoiler alert, they did.)

needless to say, the two were not at all friendly for a while.

Calculated Matter

nyx loves everything to do with space, plants, dark matter (maybe because she too was made of it), etc.

so when they found calculester, a robot who had a love for organic life— especially succulents, she felt a sense of what you could consider tranquility.

“hello friend! i believe i haven’t learnt your name yet.. but by the way i had entered the room and you appeared to be taking such gentle care of this succulent, i had to come talk to you!”

this has obviously warmed nyx’s heart. what a sweet robot.

“oh well— yes.. this is my plant oyaka, i’ve had it for a while now.. yet i’ve been neglecting her lately, i haven’t had enough time to take care of it.

“perhaps i can be of help, friend?”

nyx had quite literally melted, almost into a puddle. they had only melted so much she had began to droop.

“ERROR: friend is dripping mysterious substance! do you need medical attention?!”

oh no, she was perfectly okay calculester— you were just too kind.

Apricott

as a small centaur, aput would love to run + race on the tracks, it was tradition for him.

so, when he found out spooky high had an entire field including a track, he was delighted.

aput met scott when he was running track once, it was an accident to be fair— it was a simple bump, yet scott was flat out on the floor, and aput had stressed until the werewolf woke up.

“thank god! i thought i killed you there!”

scott had laughed: “of course not! everything went black for a second so i’m fine!”

aput didn’t really see the logic or connection.

in fact, there wasn’t even one.

it all ended well at least, because aput and scott had raced a few times on the track until it was almost the last class of the day.

the score was 5 - 2, of aput to scott (aput let him win twice, he felt bad for winning so much).

Vampire Bites

well, liam and sanrio got on fine, but thaf wasn’t the most approving.

they had met in the library, sanrio was reading with thaf by his hand..

…and liam was posting on monstagram about how “mainstream” spooky high was.

at first, liam had initiated conversation because of a book sanrio was reading.. well, it wasn’t the most pg.. and it was about dragons.. so liam had to comment.

“well, i haven’t read it myself, but based on the reviews and the fact that it’s basically sold everywhere.. it’s good enough in my books. seeing you read it so easily makes it seem more.. appealing, i suppose.”

until a certain puppet’s voice chimed in.

“ohhh, so the vamp’s a perv, i get it!”

ultimately, liam became disgusted with thaf’s attitude.

sanrio apologised on his behalf.

“your puppet is… vulgar. i don’t know how that thing speaks for you.. i say get a new one.”

“don’t you dare replace me sanrio!”

sanrio shoved him into their bag and carried on with their day with liam.

fin.

(the image above depicts aput taking nyx, lili and sanrio for a joyride.)

art credits to @/sadratatouille on instagram

#monster prom #damien lavey #scott howl #monster prom calculester #calculester hewlett packard #liam de lioncourt #oc x character #self insert #group of ocs #imagine #monster prom imagines #spooky high strippers #monster camp #monster roadtrip #this game is so cute #i would love to find monster prom for the first time again #beautiful glitch #those awesome guys #its 2am #my first post #fanfiction #oc fic #fanfic #self inster x canon character #cute #lili and damien rivalry for a few #enemies to lovers fr #everyone else is strangers to friends to lovers #some tooth rotting fluff

[inthememetime]

🤺with Vlad

Sorry for the delay! A fight between Clad and someone who doesn't know he regularly gets in fights with superheroes. Star's morning shift has gone Very Sideways. That's ok- the betting pool is about to make her rich.

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Everyone knew Amity Park's mayor had the kind of self-control shared by honey badgers and angry geese worldwide. He fought with words- in person, online, or via letter- and pranks.

Argument with the US President on Chirper? Pretty normal.

Prank war with Phantom? A bi-annual event nowadays.

Hissed arguments with GIW agents? Average, and the betting pool on when he'd snap was getting pretty big.

But he didn't physically fight very often. There was that one time when Phantom overshadowed the Fenton kid, but even that was with a gun, not hand-to-hand.

If Jack Fenton ever got tired of him, he could snap the billionaire like a twig. The bets on why Maddie Fenton hadn't broken his spine yet were getting more traction than the ones about when he finally became a serial killer, if he was a mad scientist like the Fentons, and if he was actually Phantom's dad- another of Wes' theories, but a benign enough one.

That was what made The Incident so shocking. Amity Park didn't get much human crime- after all, the victims stood a pretty good chance of coming back to haunt their attackers. Every great once in a while, like that cold November morning, they'd get people they fondly called visitors, less fondly tourists, and rudely called interlopers.

The men from out of town were Interlopers.

It had started quite normally; the mayor had visited the usual 24-hour diner Saturday morning, famous for coffee with a little something extra (whiskey or ectoplasm, depending on the guest), and set out a plan with one of his many assistants.

From her position behind the counter, Star could make out it was about the annual Christmas parade, but couldn't catch the details. That was fine. If she were lucky, she would be able to catch a few minutes on her homework while they ate.

It was fine until the visitors walked in. "Hi, welcome to the Spooky Spoon Cafe! If you'll find a seat, I'll bring you menus. How many today?"

Standard question, she thought. People frequently used the Spooky Spoon for birthdays or other events. The visitors- no, the tourists- disagreed. "Three, can't you count?" One snapped with an ugly sneer, and his friends laughed.

"Right, no additional guests," she confirmed, customer service smile tight like armor on her face. She sat down the menus. "When you're ready to order, just let me know. I'm Star, I'll be your waitress today."

"So your parents gave you a stripper name, huh," one asked with a leer. "You live up to it?"

She took a step back, quickly. "Sir, I'm a minor."

"So?"

Forget tourists, these were interlopers. "Right. Well, I serve food and drinks, and that's it. Let me know when you're ready to order, please."

She stopped by the mayor's table to refill the coffee- and add a shot of hazelnut creamer to his assistant's, and ectoplasm for him. "Is everything quite alright? If you want to head out early or call in someone else to watch the counter with you, I'm sure Henry won't mind," Mr. Masters offered.

What he meant, she knew, was that he'd throw enough money around to make sure Henry didn't mind. She didn't hate the mayor, like a lot of their classmates. He was an excellent tipper- usually, she'd come away with a cool $100 tip on a $20 order, as long as she kept the coffee and ectoplasm coming and didn't bug him.

He also reminded her a lot of her grandmother's snappy Dalmatian French Poodle mix- nippy, but wouldn't really hurt you. Very high-strung- not that she'd say that in front of him.

"Thanks, Mr. Masters, but Henry and Paul both came down with Covid, so it's just me until Lea gets off work at 4. I think I've got it," she added, braver than she felt.

"Right. Well, we'll try not to bother you."

She was about to reply when one of the men whistled. "Hey lady, we're ready."

Ugh. What creeps. "Great, what can I get you?"

The food orders were pretty sensible, at least, but then they got to the drinks. "3 Irish coffees, hold the coffee," one joked.

"I'm sorry, we can't serve alcohol today, as only minors are working. We've got a lot of types of creamer, though, or ecto-"

"The hell is it on your menu, then?"

She flushed. It was 8:30 in the morning, why did they want shots anyway? "We usually have an adult over 21 in store, but not today, so-"

"Not even the cook's an adult?"

The cook was an adult, but only 18- not legal to serve it yet. "We don't have anyone who can serve you alcohol today," she explained again. "We do have an Irish Coffee creamer that tastes like the real thing, though, if-"

"Thought this place served shots."

"We're not a bar," she said, losing patience but keeping calm besides, "so we don't have a bartender on staff. We can add shots to drinks up to a limit, usually, but not today."

The asshole turned red and opened his mouth to continue, when asshole number two interrupted. "Hey, what's this about turkey or veggie bacon? Why don't you have real bacon? All the pork's like that."

"It's religious reasons on the part of the owners, so we're not able to offer pork. But the turkey bacon tastes just like-"

Asshole 3 stood up. "I think you have an attitude problem."

Another chair slid out, this time at her back. "Hmm. Three grown men crying because they can't have pork or alcohol at 9 a.m., harassing a teenage girl, and trying to intimidate her into- what? Killing a pig for you? Finding a bartender? And she's got the attitude problem?"

Oh. Oh no. The mayor was vicious in an argument, and she knew without a doubt this would dissolve into a screaming match- probably just when the brunch crowd rolled in.

Asshole one didn't let it get that far, and only years living around ghost attacks let her dodge the smack going her way. It still hit- she heard the sharp sound- but not on her.

Oh shit, was that Wes filming outside? What was he- a sharp crunch sounded before a shout of pain, and asshole one's face was bleeding profusely. "Get out," the mayor said simply. Calm- but years of hearing arguments between him, Danny, Phantom, and others told her it wouldn't stay that way for long.

"Fuck you, you old-"

"I'm calling the cops," she managed to squeak, and one of them rounded on her, only to be bodily picked up and slammed, hard, on the carpeted floor.

The mayor didn't look winded. In fact, he almost looked happy, maybe excited. "Go ahead, Star. Call the police," he said calmly as the third guy started smacking his friend's face to wake him. "And maybe an ambulance if they don't grow some common sense."

Well, she was gone. "What happened?" Ray asked when she ran to the kitchen, and her locker.

"It's a 3-on-1 fight. Interlopers against the mayor, I'm calling the cops."

"Holy shi-" he ducked under the counter as a motorcycle helmet went flying over it. "Dude, I think the old man's winning," he said, impressed.

"Hi, I'm at the Spooky Spoon, and 3 guys just attacked the mayor, can you- yes, I know he's a dick, but still- oh, that guy definitely needs an ambulance now. That's a lot of blood. Huh? Oh, I'm Star, I'm a waitress here."

She popped her head up again to find asshole 1 covered in blood and unconscious under the table. Number 2 was on his knees clutching his throat, and 3 was- throwing a really bad haymaker.

Just. Objectively bad. Phantom when he just started bad.

The mayor didn't even move, just let it miss, and she hissed and winced when the final man was lifted a few inches from the force of the punch into his diaphragm. That was going to hurt for a while.

"Oh, Star, wonderful. How far away from us are the police?"

Number 1 lurched to his feet, but the old man idly tossed him back down like a child would a ragdoll. "Hush, you had your chance."

She swallowed. "They say about 15 minutes."

He scowled. "The response rate is supposed to be a maximum of 10. Andrea, do you- Andrea?"

His assistant was gone. "Hm. She won't last long," he muttered ominously. "Regardless- you might want to call Henry and tell him. I'll pay for the damages, of course."

"Um. Right."

Wait- she had $50 on him being a secret badass. Ooh new school year, new outfits here she comes! Or better yet- a car!

#inthememetime #danny phantom #vlad masters #danny phantom au #long post #star

[lullabyes22-blog]

Jinx Headcanons 💣

Jinx headcanons because our girl is the be-all and end-all of this show. And our hearts. (Don't hurt us, Jinx.). 

Massive tw: for PTSD, codependency, violence, drug use and messed-up family dynamics. Freud would have a field day. 

Erratic sleep schedule is a given. Her circadian rhythms - paired with the absence of sunlight in the Lanes - are absolutely haywire. The more sleep-deprived she is, the worse her hallucinations get, until something gives - or explodes. She'll either collapse in a dead faint or throw a destructive fit. Anything to shut her brain off.

Loves cherries. Remembers stealing a bowlful from a Piltie mansion with Vi and the boys. She's been obsessed ever since, and associates the flavor with happy Vi-memories. Once Silco learnt her weakness for cherries, he'd buy her the maraschino kind (non-perishable and pricier) after each successful bloodbath. Now Jinx has crossed wires where her olfactory bulb and taste buds are concerned. Vi-is-Silco-is-joy-is-blood-is-death-is-family. Ooops.

Her artistic tendencies and destructive impulses surge from the same source. She likens it to a regurgitation at the mental and physical level. If she doesn't have an outlet, she will literally choke on her own turmoil.

Barely remembers her mother, and feels guilty about forgetting her. Each time she pictures her face, Vi's features tend to supersede in its place. (Poor Jinx).

Associates colors and sensations with people. Silco calls to mind a black box; no light seeps in, but you can whisper your secrets in there for safekeeping. Vi is like a blazing fire; you're drawn to the warmth, but if you roll too close, it’ll scorch you.

She never grieved Vander's death. Her mind just closed up shop on the idea of him. Nor was it ever safe to grieve him - with Silco badmouthing him any chance he got. The only mercy is that at least Vander isn't part of her spooky entourage of ghosts.

Has a nonlinear grasp of time, and finds it either slows down or goes by waaay too fast. Disturbingly, this makes her extremely adept at combat, and a veritable terror to enemies: she seems to move between eye-blinks and anticipate attacks before they occur. (Timebomb is practically a canon ship for a reason, y'all.)

For a year after the factory debacle, her night terrors were so bad that Silco used to ply her with laudanum to keep her from scratching herself bloody in her sleep. Then one night, he overdid the dose and she nearly choked on her own vomit. He felt acutely awful, and thereafter, has always let her climb into bed with him if she has a nightmare.

With no female role models, she grew up emulating the ladies at the Drop in terms of appearance and attitude. Keep in mind, said ladies are strippers, prostitutes and sex tourists. The result is that she comes off as inappropriately flirty in her body-language.

Grew up under Silco’s wing with absolutely no concept of physical inhibition. He never chastised her for behaving in an ‘immature’ or ‘unladylike’ manner. The opposite: he encouraged her to be comfortable with her body, and take care of it. While she doesn’t buy into the whole ‘my body is a temple’ shtick, she’s grown up to be pretty damn satisfied with her appearance, and isn’t above using it as a tool to throw opponents off-guard.

When she joined Silco's crew, she was still afraid of heights. Silco turned her phobia against her in a test of devotion, by climbing a dizzyingly high scaffolding, then pretending to nearly fall off. She hauled ass to climb up and catch him. Once she'd reached the top, he "miraculously" regained his balance and patted her cheek. "See? You've always had it in you."

She knows - and has always known - Silco's morals are reprehensible. She just doesn't care. Vi is gone. So is everyone else. Who else is left to love her?

She likes the aroma of Silco's bergamot cologne. Ostensibly, she mocks him by calling it a girly fragrance. But it calms her and keeps her grounded. Sometimes she'll spritz a dash on her neck, or on her pillowcase. 

Vi used to help her with her hairdos. Sometimes they'd have hairwashing days together, to check for mange or lice. For the longest time, she'd let nobody near her hair after her sister's 'death.' Started looking pretty damn disheveled. Then she got tar in her hair after an accident in her workshop. Sevika tried buzzing her hair off. Silco interceded, and used an entire jar of vegetable oil to get the gunk out. Afterward, she let him wash her hair in the sink, and braid it. Now it's a weekly ritual between them.

Suffers from both amenorrhea and excruciating endometriosis. Her wails during the latter could wake the dead. Even Sevika feels sorry for her during those days.

Her memory is - on the surface - a fluid thing that can blur fact with fiction to suit her immediate needs. As such, sometimes she'll outright rewrite her memory to believe she was Silco's daughter all along - cared-for and catered to. Her 'fake' family never recognized her talents - or loved her. Her 'real' family does. 

Knows, in her heart of hearts, she'll be always Vi's sister before anything else.

#arcane #arcane netflix #arcane meta #arcane headcanon #jinx arcane #jinx and silco #jinx headcanon #jinx #jinx the loose cannon

[maricervantes]

[ priscilla quintana, cis woman, she/her ] — whoa! MARIANA CERVANTES just stole my cab! not cool, but maybe they needed it more. they have lived in the city for FOUR YEARS, working as a/an STRIPPER AT EMERALDS/ACTRESS. that can’t be easy, especially at only 32 YEARS OLD. some people say they can be a little bit TEMPERMENTAL and RESERVED, but i know them to be KINDHEARTED and AMBITIOUS. whatever. i guess i’ll catch the next cab. hope they like the ride back to MANHATTAN! — 

drugs mention tw

Mariana Cervantes grew up an only child in a house with a very old fashioned, overprotective father and overly worried mother. Her father never wanted her to have any guy friends, refused to let her hang out with friends much outside of school, and absolutely forbid her to go to parties. Her mother was more lenient and would often drop Mari off at her friends’ houses, parties, and sometimes even her boyfriend’s houses but she just didn’t allow her daughter to be out late at night because that worried her too much. Overall, though, life in the Cervantes household wasn’t bad and she loved her family more than life itself. She also grew up very interested and attached to her culture, something that’s never changed even as she got older. And at a young age she learned how to speak and write in Spanish.

As a child she loved game nights with the family because that usually meant they would sit around the tv and watch whatever sport was playing that night. She was especially a fan of the boxing, basketball, and soccer nights. And she was huge into acting, especially live theatre. The moment she saw the movie Chicago, Mariana began this dream in her head to star in the show one day. Her rebellious phase didn’t kick in until her high school year, like most kids at that age, and it was during this time that she began sneaking out late at night. She would often sneak out to parties, sometimes going to car meet ups (mostly always resulted in illegal racing), or to whatever club she could sneak into (she loves to dance), but always coming back home just before sunrise.

Rather than head to university, Mariana roamed the open roads with her friends for a while. She occasionally popped in at home to let her parents she was still alive, perhaps get a few bucks, but for the most part Mariana lived life on the road. She would perform 80's cover songs to get her share of money in for their little gang, each of them did something to contribute. By the time she stumbled in NYC, Mariana was tired of living life on the road. With what little money she had saved up the girl put a down payment on a small little apartment in Manhattan. It felt like this was the start of something good for her, like she might actually be able to make it as an actress. But that dream proved harder and harder for her to obtain. She came across the HELP WANTED sign for Emeralds as she was walking to an audition. Rather than go to the audition, she stepped inside, and the rest became history.

HEADCANNONS:

very sportsy, artsy, and active. she loves most sports, except golf. she’s just never really had anyone explain golf to her so it kinda slipped through the cracks for her.

animal lover. if you left it up to her the woman would adopt every stray dog and cat she saw in the streets!

she is the kind of person who loves to cook for people. chances are, if you’re her friend, related to her, or close to her in any way, she has probably cooked for you. she also sometimes volunteers and makes food for those who are low on their luck. it’s really just in her nature to be giving.

huge horror movie fanatic as well. all them old horror movies like friday the 13th, nightmare on elm street, halloween, rosemary’s baby, etc are right up her alley. she would rather have a spooky movie night than a romcom night, but she also does enjoy a nice romcom with her gal pals.

she is also a huge stoner. she'll partake in other drugs too, especially if it is requested by a client at work, but she mainly sticks to smoking. and wine.

she dreams of becoming an actress. one day.

PLOTS/CONNECTIONS:

COMING SOON

#BOROUGHS.INTRO #drugs mention tw

[the-blackorchid1]

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[holycatsandrabbits]

Part 3 of Giant Post of Completed Good Omens Human AU’s: May 2021

Hey it's been a bit, sorry, but I am back! I now aim for this to be an ongoing series that will appear on the first of every month. Thank you so much to all the creators out there who bring us so much joy!

Also! A searchable list of all of my Good Omens human AU recs.

You can use it to find fics where Aziraphale is a librarian, or fics with Ineffable Wives, etc.

More of my Completed Good Omens Human AU Recs on Tumblr

And more Good Omens recs from me here: Dannye’s fic recs Dannye’s artist recs

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Series: (not all of these series are complete but the fics in them are finished)

arise, my darling, and go forth 43,548 words, Rated E; and and our bed is verdant 3214 words, Rated E, by @naromoreau (C & A are Catholic priests) Based on an AU by @gayforgoodomens. The separate AU Love and Joy and Happiness series by @d20owlbear is also based on the gayforgoodomens AU.

Bike Girls by @dietraumerei Rated G-E (Ineffable Wives: C & A meet after A has a minor bike accident)

Good Omens Meet-Cutes by @bornonthesavage (Ao3 KiaraMGrey) Rated T-E. (Series contains unrelated fics. Part 1: Bartender C & customer A; Part 2: C & A are strangers who meet on a train; Part 3: Stripper C & birthday boy A; Parts 4 & 5: A is a religious solicitor at C's door; Part 6: Waiter C & customer A; Part 7: C & A are university students; Part 8: fast food worker C & customer A)

It Was Always You by @mltrefry-ficwriter (Ao3 Mltrefry) Rated G-T (C & A are ex-best friends)

Serpents and Pyramids by @springapreppe (Ao3: Boredom) 95,821 words, Rated E (literary agent C and writer A). Sequel: Crowley's Very Romantic Date 3953 words, Rated M

Spooky Time Stories by @zephyrofalltrades. Rated G-M. (Series contains several human AUs. Part 1: C & A are ghosts; part 2: A is a bookshop owner; Part 3: C & A are college roommates; part 4: sex worker C, vampire hunter A; part 5: C & A are accused witches; part 9: C & A visit a haunted house; part 12: babysitter C and knight A

The Night We Met by @izabella95 Rated G-T (C & A are neighbors)

Well, That Was A Thing (Good Omens One-Shots) by @mizgirl100880 (Ao3 Zakani_Donovan), Rated T (Series contains several human AUs: Part 2: Book/radio/TV versions of C are brothers and meet the Book/radio/TV brothers A; Part 4: Florist C and tattoo artist A from @janthonyashtoreth's “Ink and Flowers” AU; Part 11: C & A are high school teachers; Part 12: C & A are college roommates; Part 13: Dr. C and A as caregiver for 11-yr-old Adam; Part 14: Caterer C & wedding planner A; Part 30: C & A are former lovers and new neighbors; Part 33: C & A are boyfriends moving in together) Note: this series appears in an earlier rec list and is included again because it contains new AUs

Windows by AppleSeeds Rated T-E (Window cleaner C & office worker A)

Single Fics:

Across the Line by @hope-inthedark, @mehrto, and @zepuffer 31,006 words, Rated T (Musician C and university student A)

An Adagio For Two (A Pas de Deux) by @amadness2method (Ao3: CynSyn) 5228 words, Rated E (Dancer C, choreographer A)

An Angel Among the Evergreens by @eveningstarcatcher 4953 words, Rated G (Christmas tree seller C & mysterious man A - no spoilers!)

Angel Face with a Taste for Suicidal by Lor_Lupin 35,038 words, Rated E (C & A are punk musicians)

A Nice Cup of Tea and a Sit-Down by @kanna-ophelia 4710 words, Rated T (Ineffable wives: Dr. C & cuddle therapist A)

Anthony in Love by @the-bentley 103,959 words, Rated E (Rich kid C and university student A)

A Simple Plan and a Cappucino by mozbee 7109 words, Rated T (C sees A get dumped by his boyfriend at a coffee shop)

Ask the Question by GaryOldman 8424 words, Rated M (C and A work for rival social media companies)

As Thou Art With Sin by @moveslikebucky 2275 words, Rated E (C & A are priests)

Breaking the Habit by @summerofspock 1624 words, Rated E (IT worker C & weed dealer A)

Deliver His Soul From Hell by @moveslikebucky 2254 words, Rated E (C & A are cowboys)

Dreams Told in Flowers and Stars by @izabella95 29,905 words, Rated M (C & A are university students)

Faster Than a Speeding Bentley by @moondawntreader (Ao3 nightbloomingcereus) 76,497 words, Rated M (Superhero C and reporter A)

Fortunate coincidence by @mimsynims 17,528 words, Rated M (Patron C and librarian A)

Frights and Feelings by @jamgrlsblog (Ao3 jamgrl) 3955 words, Rated T (Ineffable wives: C & A are best friends)

Go Tonight by @ineffableomenshusbands (Ao3 Dashicra1) 3850 words, Rated T (C & A are high school students)

Ineffable Evals by @pineapplesquid 1771 words, Rated G (C & A are professors)

Just Like You Were Brand New by SilenceDogood117 30,133 words, Rated T (Ineffable wives: C is a former friend of librarian A)

Lofton Cares by @slow-burn-sally 43,028 words, Rated E (Rock star C and drug counselor A)

Mug Mysteries by @izabella95, 1987 words, Rated G (C & A are co-workers in an office)

Nothing compares to you by @nieded 9550 words, Rated E (Priest C and bookseller A)

Of Ducks and Ineffability by ranguvar82 29,130 words, Rated M (Children's amusement park worker C and dad A)

Operation A MAN FOR AIZRAPHEL by Himitsu_no, 7416 words, Rated G (Rock musician C and office worker A, misspelling of Aziraphale is intentional)

Plot Twist by @lady-divine-writes (Ao3 White Queen Writes) 2292 words, Rated T. (Ineffable wives: C & A are actors)

Right to Rise by tenandi 15,999 words, Rated M (Farmer C & librarian A in 1895)

Rough enough for love by Nekhen 403,339 words, Rated E (Tabloid reporter C and librarian A fake a relationship)

Shotgun Wedding: sometimes a first date requires paperwork by @charlottemadison42 204,988 words, Rated E (C has custody of his nephew Adam, A is Adam's teacher)

Sunglasses and an Umbrella by AppleSeeds 2424 words, Rated T (C & A meet at a pool, based on the behind the scenes photo)

The Auntie Trap by @meli-productions (Ao3 PrincessDianaArtemis) 3497 words, Rated T (Ineffable Wives: C & A discover they have identical nephews)

The Beginning of the Rest of their Lives by @tawnyontumblr (Ao3 TawnyOwl95) 3002 words, Rated T (Ineffable wives: barista C & customer A)

The Devil To Your Angel by @rainydaydecaf 2595 words, Rated G (C & A are office co-workers)

The Fabric of Your Hair by @saretton 28,832 words, Rated E (Hairdresser C and tailor A)

The Great Plan (in 3 Easy Steps!) by sunflcwers 8245 words, Rated T (Realtor C and coffee shop manager A)

The Husband of My Heart 4537 words, Rated E (Valet C works for Duke A in the regency era) by @caedmonfaith (Ao3 Caedmon)

The Pocket Watch by @holycatsandrabbits self-rec! 15,805 words, Rated E (Thief C and jeweler A)

This by @ulspi 6679 words, Rated T (Pub owner C & vicar A)

Venus, Cyprus by @ulspi 4820 words, Rated T (Mathematician C meets A on a vacation)

Wars of Attraction by Santillatron 24,330 words, Rated M (C & A are strangers who meet on the tube)

what a lovely way to burn by @alwayscomewhenyoucall (Ao3 John1513) & @lindenlied 28,437 words, Rated M (C & A are rival dancers)

where the bolt of cupid fell by @waywarder 1086 words, Rated T (C helps A through a hormone injection)

Zafona by @ulspi 8255 words, Rated M (Kindergarten teacher C & bookseller A)

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[chaneajoyyy]

Do you know any images that has plus size characters and Erik in them that I can read? I’m kind of new to the whole fan fics!

I sure do! 

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- late again, halloween party, imprint, a man in love, v.i.p (includes m/baku), daddy’s home, y’all again?, okay? okay, prisoner of love, family cookout, kiss, what’s cooking good looking, expecting headcanons, food headcanons, crying headcanons, nsfw headcanons, foot fetish series, halloween headcanons, lingerie headcanons, jealous headcanons, kevin’s  heart series, untitled series- @madamslayyy

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- mine, unravel me series (includes belong to you), i missed you series (inlcudes you a’ight and if they ain’t looking), rated e, on braodway, no average bitch,  @brownsugarcocoabutterwildflowers (scroll for erik killmonger x reader and erik killmonger imagine)

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- he spills series (with t’chala and m’baku)- @captainsaveasmut

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[horrorslashergirl]

Chromeskull falling for the reader whose a Burlesque Dancer who wears a revealing Bride of Frankenstein costume that shows off childhood scars that have tattoos to look like stitches over them.

Chromeskull x Reader- Freakish Proposition

Authors Note: Writing again for my 6′7 tall husband....and also trying to get back into the writing game more.

Warning: None

Words: 2.1k

Jesse Cromeans was an extrovert by any means and the nature of his business got him into all type of places, especially exclusive clubs varying from classy snobby ones to stripper nightclubs to the more unusual ones, so no wonder that Halloween was to be spent into a night of fine alcohol and possibly some piggy hunting into these nightclubs.

Halloween meant that he could be more of Chromeskull and less Jesse Cromeans, wearing the chromed skull mask was giving him a boost of power and confidence, not like he really needed it, but for Jesse there was never enough, call him a greedy bastard, but that's how you get successful and respected into the world of the rich and nasty.

Humans were like animals in Jesse's opinion, even him, but here depends on what animal you are according to the food chain, and Jesse was definitely an apex predator and what does a predator do? Stalk piggies and tear them apart, limb by limb.

Nightclubs were the perfect environment for piggies, especially the exclusive ones because all piggies had to do to get a free ticket inside was flash some skin, push their chest out, and bat their eyelashes, looking for a fat walking wallet full of money to support their needs. They didn't care who it was as long as they were buying the piggy the last Gucci purse and gifted them a Porsche for their birthday.

It was the cruel reality of what relationships were like nowadays; there was no such thing as love, it was all business under the facade of sweet-talking and arms holding. Jesse didn't mind cruelty, it was one of his top characteristics, one that gained him his status in society; no wonder men wanted to be in his Oxford shoes and women to choke on his cock in an attempt to get a fancy dinner and a bottle of Moet.

He loved the dim-lit nightclubs, he was accustomed to the eerie vibe it gave, after all, the most interesting part of his life happened at night, and the fact that everyone's attention was pulled on the highlighted stage gave him the opportunity to observe more; more piggies to kill and from the audience sitting at the tables, close to the old geezers, he had plenty to choose from.

The show was about to start in 15 minutes, so he took his time, a waitress coming to deliver a bottle of Lagavulin, a whiskey glass, and a small bucket of ice. She poured Jesse the expensive liquor into the crystal glass, adding two cubs of ice, and he was more than amused when she tried to flash him a view of her cleavage; desperate piggy.

He could see from behind the mask how the other piggies observed; they were predators too in a way, but cheaper ones, their eyes always scanning what the men ordered because that showed how much money they had. 

You don't just simply go to a man who orders one glass of cheap vodka over one who had a whole bottle of a 16-year-old fine whiskey.

Tattooed hands pulled the chromed mask off, and from the corner of his eyes, he could read the disgust on the piggies across the room as they took in his scarred face. He got used to such reactions, but flash a stack of money in their faces and the botoxed bimbos will be on their knees, worshipping his cock.

Jesse wondered how their lips would look cut off and showed up their loose cunts, while their eyes would be filled with tears, blood pouring out of each cut on their caked up skin, each cut deeper than the last.

He was pulled out of his sadistic daydream by a voice announcing that the show will start in 10 seconds and a chorus of applause followed as the red curtain drapes moved to each side, the slow jazz music started as did the girls on the stage started their dancing.

One girl, in particular, pulled on Jesse's attention, unlike the other females, her attire and make-up were different, declaring that she was the lead one, and his assumptions were approved as she started to sing, or better said, you started to sing, the slow beat of the music picking up speed as did the sensual moves.

Unlike the other dancers who wore white, your attire was as black as night, with lace details, a tight corset that made the bald man feel jealous. Most would say that your outfit was skimpy, but that's how the burlesque dancers were supposed to be dressed; sexy, sensual, and very appealing to the eye, and God how much you caught Mr. Cromeans brown eye.

Not only were you a vixen in black lace, but also very adorable, your smile and sparkling eyes showing that you were genuine having the time of your life. Jesse is a very observant man and couldn't ignore the tattoo sleeves down your arms; red and black roses are adorned by delicate barbed wire representing stitches.

If Jesse knew something very well, it was the ink on the skin and could identify scars under the intricate designs, and sure as hell, you were hiding quite a lot for such a delicate, little thing; well, everything was little compared to his intimidating height. It was very unusual to see scars nowadays on women; maybe you had a toxic and abusive relationship, maybe a destructive childhood? 

He was getting curious and not even the depraved looks from the piggies around him got his attention, and that said something because he wasn't on to pass up the opportunity to slaughter some beef. He was more interested in the little ghoul on the stage; you finished your performance and bowed with a grin, waving around, the audience clapping and some wolf-whistling, the scarlet curtain falling down and hiding the stage.

Taking one sip of his whiskey, he saw you march up to the bar in a happy skip like you didn't have a care in the whole world. He snapped his fingers and motioned for the waitress to come to him which she happily did.

"What can I do for you, Sir?" she asked, batting her eyelashes, not at all impressing Jesse.

'Her. Tell her to come over here.' he typed on the phone then showed the waitress, who dropped her sugar-sweet attitude and rolled her eyes.

Note: Hang the waitress by her guts later.

You were ready to get a drink for yourself too after the performance, but someone tapped you on the shoulder. Turning around you saw it was Tina, who had a scowl on her face.

"That bald guy over there wants to talk with you." she told you, then just like that left. You furrowed your eyebrows and finally, your gaze landed on the said man, who motioned for you with a curled finger to come to him.

Curiosity took over you and you moved over to him.

"Yes? May I help you?" you asked and you noticed that he was typing on the phone, then an electronic voice startled you.

'Sit down. I could use some company.'

Well, that certainly took you by surprise; one that he wanted your company when he could get any waitress or glamorous trophy girl from this nightclub, and two...He was mute....That or either he was some weirdo who hated to talk.

You did as he wanted, taking a seat across from him, looking down at your hands, not knowing exactly what to discuss with him, not to mention he didn't even tell you his name, so you decided to start with that, introducing yourself.

'Jesse Cromeans, a pleasure to meet you, little ghoul.' you really needed to get used to that spooky electronic voice from his phone.

"Actually, I was supposed to be Frankensteins Bride, but it turned out to be more of a ghoul." you said with a nervous chuckle, which he returned with a smirk, one that seemed to suit him, despite the scars he had, he was...unique; not necessarily handsome or drop-dead beautiful, but he had that specific charisma that drew people in like an aphrodisiac.

'And where is your Frankenstein?' You had to stifle a laugh at his humorous question, so might as feel continue to entertain him.

"Probably in a coffin." you answered, making Jesse's smirk devilish so like you said something very appealing and familiar.

"Seriously, no. No undead husband or boyfriend." you said, licking your dry lips. You really needed a drink and like Jesse could read body language he called upon the waitress again, and you ordered your favorite.

'White Russian? I pictured you more of a Bloody Mary.'

Again, you smiled and laughed.

"Not a fan of tomato juice. If I had to choose a red drink, maybe cherry or strawberry." you responded.

Although your answers seemed all casual and not even flirty, to Jesse they triggered the killer side, because when you're a very sleek serial killer like Chromeskull, you got a dark sense of humor.

'Performing again next weekend?'

"No. This was just a one-time thing, I'm not exactly a showgirl and if I'm gonna be honest the only reason I was so relaxed was because of the make-up that made me look like a monster girl." you answered, taking a sip of your drink.

'If not a showgirl, then what?'

Jesse was simply curious; if she wasn't a performer here then with what was she filling her time, what did she worked as?

"I am studying medicine, but it's not exactly the path I've wanted." you said with a sigh, your cheerful mood dropping.

'Interesting. The medicine you say? And why did you choose it if you don't like it?'

"No, no! I like...well, liked it, but let's say it's not cheap to stay for so many years in college and I don't wanna burden my parents with the taxes that are way out of their limit."

A good-hearted piggy? That was something new.

'How did you managed to get so far if you say the taxes are way over your budget?'

He was pretty much dissecting her, he wanted to know more; and it wouldn't really surprise him if she said that she did unorthodox things for money, most girls in college do.

"Well, when I finished high-school I went to military school and went for two years in Afganistan, but you know...not the perfect environment for a small girl like me so I came back to try something else. I chose medicine, I was really curious about it, and with the money from the military years, I managed to pay my taxes until now.

Military? That would explain the scars, you don't need to be a detective to put the pieces together.

'Now?'

"Now? I work three jobs; at a library, as a waitress for a kids' restaurant, and recently here, but I think I'm gonna pass....Skimpy clothes aren't my cup of tea." you said, pulling out a pack of cigarettes, putting one between red-painted lips, only to be snatched away by Jesse.

You looked at him with a dumbfounded look.

'Talk. Smoking later.'

You sighed, not in the mood to make a scene over a cigarette, plus he seemed like the type who will have his way no matter what.

"What else do you want to know?"

'Amuse me.'

You snorted at that.

"What do you want me to juggle with knives?" you asked in a sassy tone.

Oh, piggy....That would definitely be entertaining.

'I have a proposition for you. If it's really your dream to be a surgeon and dissect people, I can help you get through with taxes.'

"I'm not a prostitute, jerk." you quickly said, probably it was a bit rude, and in other circumstances, Jesse would have bend over the said person and decapitate said piggy, but he was more amused and gave you a silent laugh.

'As much as tempting that sounds, no. I can help you pay the taxes; I can offer you a decent job that won't involve parading for old geezers...but if you want to spice things up I won't deny it.'

Was he really hitting on you?

"I didn't picture you for a philantroph." you responded, earning an arrogant smirk from Jesse, who lightened up the cigarette that he snatched from you, blowing a cloud of smoke in your direction.

'I can be many things, sugar....What do you say?'

Debating a little and looking down at your remaining drink in hand, you chose.

"I'm listening."

'Sweet. I knew you would see things my way.'

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[statticscribbles]

Branch Evolution

Summary: There’s a reason the Ghoulies phrase is ‘Evolve or Die’; also featuring my personal headcanon about Malachai’s family

”What is it Lance.” Malachai snaps at the boy who nervously stands in front of him. “I was just wondering..” “No fuck off; I’m not giving you a day off or listening to your teenage woes; or college essays or… Fine you got ten seconds; spit.” “How did the Ghoulies come to be?” “I started the gang; you idiot.” “But why; how and-”

“You keep asking questions and i’ll…” Malachai doesn’t finish; hand brushing over the knife he keeps embedded in the couch. “Course; sorry to bother you.” “Hey kid; grab a milkshake at pop’s would you.” Lance nods gripping the list and money that Malachai had tossed to him. He leaves to laughter and Malachai settles back into his chair.

“Seriously how did you form.” Penny asks fingers curling around the beer bottle she’d gotten. “You should know; you’re old enough to remember us forming.” Malachai grins at her and she laughs, shaking her head. “I may be but I never knew you before this southside; issue shall we say.” Malachai grins and sighs through his nose. “Liar.” He snarls, shoving past the incoming Ghoulies to retreat into his bedroom.

”I don’t give a fuck! That’s oppressive and outdated and SHIT!” Malachai stumbles back when the fist hit’s his jaw and he growls standing up and sneering. “You can beat me till I’m half dead but like hell I’m letting my baby sister do that snake dance for a bunch of fuckin’ pervs. Least I have morals.” “It’s a Serpent right! It’s our laws!” “Laws can be changed; she’s-” “Just cause she’s your kid sister don’t make a difference; my kids will do the trials just the same if they want to join.” “We’re by blood ain’t no need for us to play initiate. We already live and breathe as snakes; we don’t have to prove ourselves to-” Malachai doesn’t finish shivering slightly as FP throws him out of the Wyrm. “You stay the fuck out Malachite.” FP sing songs and Malachai stands up, shoving FP back into the Wyrm.

“You call me that shit name again and I’ll rip the crown from your fucking dead fingers.” “But that’s who you are kid; crown prince of the Serpents, a jewel in the gang’s crown just like your sister. You did the trials and so will she.” “She’ll do ‘em but not that fuckin’ stripper dance you pass off as-” Malachai ducks his head sighing when Tall Boy pushes himself between the two. “Come on let it go; just for now; we ain’t accepting new members anyhow; it’s off season.” “Yeah, too many jobs, not enough bodies.” FP nods to Malachai who huffs before returning back to his house and trying to avoid the shouting that hasn’t stopped since his sister ran away.

Malachai doesn’t see FP again until two months later; he pushes it off as strategic job assignments; that FP wanted to avoid Malachai annoying him for as long as possible. All it did was give Malachai more and more of a motive; pulling at the ears and heartstrings of the Serpents and the other southsider’s that were loyal to him; that were indebted to him. He crafts himself a fringe community; pulling in anyone the Serpent’s shun; be it those that failed the trials; or those that were double crossed. Even a few of the die-hard snakes assure him they’ll stand with him; of course this is purely due to them falling out of favour with FP but Malachai will take what he is given and let it grow and evolve.

“Malachai, come on kid.” FP hovers in the door frame and Malachai half looks up from the couch, his upper body jerking forwards before the rest of him twists off the couch. “I ain’t a kid FP, just under ten years younger than you, and already head of the gang, took you years, and being in your daddy’s pocket to make it this far.” He grins and his teeth gleam in the shadows. “Ki-Malachai; seriously is this really over those dumb job assignments; I can-” “You can’t do shit FP; you lost your main source; the candyman and the flowers are mine now; you just slither on out of the garden of eden that is the Southside; go on.” “Enough; when will you see this is the problem; we should be united; not divided; the southside is all our homes; we all belong here.”

“Tell that to those that didn’t make it in the gang; those that you pushed and gave the worst jobs because they talked back or got too mouthy about traditions and rules like me. You dug your own grave Snake King.” “And you’re the fallen angel to save them from my wrath?” FP snaps back and Malachai tilts his head back laughing. “When did I call you a god in this FP? When would I ever worship you?” FP grimaces.

“Malachai just dissolve this little game and come back; I don’t want this…” “Want what FP; to fight for your territory? For your members? What happened to the snakes being a family? To the law; no serpent stands alone.” FP turns away and sighs dragging his hands down his face before he grabs Malachai and shoves him to the ground. “Don’t move kid.” It’s the last thing Malachai obeys from FP.

“What happened?” Penny asks, looking at the scar on Malachai’s back that runs onto his ribs, the skull tattoo covers most of it. “Cover up.” She rolls her eyes and jabs him, pulling his shirt as he covers it back up. “Let me see it kid.” She hisses at him and he grips her bandaged wrist shoving her off of him. “Serpent’s never shed their skin right?” He snarls in her ear. “As a snake you should know when one rattles and when to stay away.” Penny’s eyes widen surprised at how his voice drops down into threatening; how his words drawl out mimicking FP Jone’s speech pattern. Penny mulls it over slightly unsurprised that Malachai would use FP as a role model; the man was running a successful gang after all.

“So that’s why you’re so into the snakes; they’re like your ideal gang.” “They ain’t.” Malachai snaps and Penny arches an eyebrow. “Well it’s obvious the Serpents are a sore spot for you; not have the stomach to make it in?” She taunts wondering how easy it’ll be to rile him up if the implication of touching a bar fight wound was enough to make him bristle. “You shut it.” “Oh no dead boy walking. I’m going to talk about my gang as long as I want. The Serpents are my family and even if they cut me out I’m still one of them. And I want back in.”

“You think you’ll get special treatment cause you’re their lawyer? Being special like that; being more than a random member don’t get you nothing when you commit a crime against them.” “Sounds like some of your members have experience with that.” Penny grins but wipes it off her face when Malachai just nods to the other ghouls clustered around. “Out.” They follow his order and each pat Penny on the shoulder, none of them look her in the eyes.

“You should know better Penny. You should be more careful. Evolve or Die. Stop talking about the half done snakes and start talking about what we all become when we die; ghouls.” “Oh so scary; spooky ghosts.” She laughs carefully maneuvering her wrist out of Malachai’s reach; he simply leans over her; fingers digging into the bandages until he sees red on them. “Listen Penny. Evolve or Die.” “I get it your dumb catch phrase.” “You think getting a little skin off your arm hurts; that after throwing yourself at my mercy they’re gonna let you back in?” “God they must’ve rejected you something fierce.”

“No; I made it in. I was just like you; except i didn’t want to ride FP’s dick straight into a high position or jail. I wanted to stop all the shit they praise and pass off in the Serpents. I wanted them to be better; to grow.” He grins at her and she stares in his eyes as hers widen in fear “Evolve or die. You catch my drift Penelope?” Malachai hums and then swipes his hair back pulling it up so it’s out of his face; miming as if it’s slicked back. “Malachite.” He breathes into her ear and she stiffens.

“Oh; you really didn’t know then? How; cute.” He pauses returning back to his chair and tapping the wall. Before Penny can move the Ghoulies swarm back in and she retreats outside; shaking and unable to look at Malachai.

“Told you then?” Lance asks, offering a shake towards her from another Pop’s run. Penny’s convinced he’s doing something besides playing gopher but she’s not really sure of anything anymore. “Malachite Topaz; one of the great-grandkids of the Serpent founders. Yeah shocked me too when I found out. How’d you figure it out? I managed to see his scar; nasty piece of work.” “Yeah can’t believe he; how did he get it?” “Same way you got yours; Jones carved him up.” Penny turns looking horrified. “Jones carve-” “Yeah something went off in FP that day; he was right mad according to everyone that saw; pinned Malachai to the ground and sliced off his serpent tattoo; poor kid got it on his side and back; one of those big snakes eating itself.” “He’s older than you.” Is all Penny manages to say trying not to picture a younger Malachai on the ground alone and bleeding. “Yeah; he treats us like family; i think it’s cause of his little sister; I’m the same age as her apparently. We go to school. I give him updates whenever he needs.”

“And when does he need?” Penny laughs a little and Lance waves the shake in his hand. Penny thinks back to how he seems to always have on in his hand; what she had thought a teenage addiction was the second cover up she’d seen that day. She thinks about Malachai for a moment longer; how desperate he is to appear tough; to appear strong and she doesn’t have to wonder for very long why anymore; she slowly unwinds the bandage on her wrist surprised when Malachai’s hand offers her clean ones.

“You should wash it first; it’ll burn like a mother fucking asshole but it’ll be better that it getting infected and you ending up half dead in the hospital.” “Course; Evolve or die right.” She tries to be casual; tries to wave off his concern but she lets him lead her back towards the house of the dead and she wonders if it’s really all that bad to come back as a ghoul.

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[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #469

“i am hungry for some unrest  /  i wanna push it beyond a peaceful protest”

Do you have any goats? Can't say I do. Are you going to be getting any new pets soon? No. Would you rather be a panda or grizzly bear? As a protected species, I'd say a panda. Do you like BBQ sauce? I hate it. Can you do a twirl like a ballerina? No. Does your house have a pool? No. Do you own an iPad? No. What’s a topic you’ve drastically changed your opinion on? A LOT. Many years ago, I was very conservative, now I'm definitely more liberal. What’s an achievement you hope to see humanity accomplish in your lifetime? I'd really love to see great improvements in nature and wildlife conservation. Are you and your SO Facebook official? We're like... half official? He never checks his notifications, EVER, so he hasn't verified our relationship status. Instead, it just says on my profile "in a relationship with ____ (pending)." I don't mind, though. "Facebook official" doesn't mean much to me at all. What matters is that we know. Have you ever bathed in a river or a lake? I've swum in them, but I most certainly haven't bathed in one. Have you bought a bag of potato chips in the past week? No. I avoid chips because I'll eat too many. What was your first job? And how long did you work there? I was a sales associate at GameStop for like two months, but keep in mind I was VERY rarely on the schedule, so I probably didn't even work for a week's time in total. Can you drive? I can, but I don't do it well and don't have my license. My permit's even long expired. I plan on forcing myself to practice and get licensed once I get new glasses, though (whenever I can afford that...). Right now I couldn't even pass the vision test. I just have to do it; public transport isn't big here AT ALL, and I can't keep relying on others to get me everywhere. Do you spend too much time online? Way, way too much. Extremely high odds are, if I'm conscious, I'm on the computer. I want to change that so badly and experience other things in life way more regularly, it's just an addiction that has been an issue since I was first exposed to the Internet. Do you like to travel? I barely ever get to do it, but yes, I love it. How did you first notice the last person you kissed? Well, it's kinda hard NOT to subconsciously notice the guy who played the fuckin' huge-ass tuba in band, ha ha. Why will/won’t you and your ex get back together? THE ex, because 1.) I'm sure he wants nothing to do with me, and 2.) because I'd be much too worried he'd leave again if I relapse with my depression badly enough. Do you use the words "I love you" too lightly? Definitely not. Do you like pizza? Legit, are there people who don't like pizza???? Do you use an alarm clock? I use my phone for that. Name something that is currently making you happy. Girt is making me really, really happy. I'm still not happy at my core, but, y'know. A person can't do that, anyway. What do you want for Christmas this year? Stiiiill a 40 gallon for Venus with proper equipment... I need a fucking job. That's going to be my answer possibly past Christmas because I just completely rely on my parents financially. Are you excited for the holidays? Very, except for Thanksgiving. I'm way more hyped for Halloween and Christmas and all it entails than usual. Name one tattoo you would like to get someday. I'll give ya one I don't think I've mentioned. On top of one of my hands, over some sort of fiery graphic, I want "Gefährlich ist wer Schmerzen kennt" (translated to "whoever knows pain is dangerous") written in fine text. It's a lyric from the song "Feuer frei!" by Rammstein that I just find very powerful, and not necessarily in an dark way. Are you afraid of stink bugs? Yes, because they're a form of beetle, which tend to scare me. Do you wear contact lenses? No, but I wish. :/ There are piercings I want that would look stupid with glasses. One of my eyes has such bad vision that I need a weighted contact in it (don't ask me exactly what the difference is), and I could feel it way too clearly in my eye, and it made it heavy. Wearing those contacts did NOT last long; I went back to my glasses. Have you ever danced in the rain? No. What was your last dream about? Astonishingly, I don't remember. Where was the last place you went besides your house? The doctor's office. Do you feel like you're judged for your looks? Being someone who is by definition obese, I'm certain some people do. Do you fight with your parents a lot? No. Last time you got stopped by a cop or pulled over. Why? I never have been. Do you like hot sauce? Yes. How bored are you right now? Very, very bored. As a side effect of depression, I experience severe anhedonia like... constantly, at least to some degree. No exaggeration. It makes my life a fucking drag. It's why I take surveys so much; the randomness of the questions is at least a momentary distraction. Do you think you would make a good model? Hell no. Even if I was in a physical shape for anyone to be interested in photographing me, I would feel WAY too awkward. Are you a good singer? No. Do the Emergency Alert System noises on TV freak you out? Yes, because I immediately assume it's a tornado warning. Describe your perfect date. Actually I'm planning something for Girt and me hopefully on Halloween (or if he has to work, at least close to) that is like absolutely effin' perfect for me. Carve some pumpkins together, make those Pillsbury Halloween cookies, and binge some spooky movies. :') Do your parents trust you? Yeah. Do you like pot roast? No. Have you ever thought about being a stripper? No. Are you flexible? No. Can you wiggle your nose? Nope. Have you ever played Mario Kart? Yes. My younger sister especially was sooo good at it; she doesn't even play video games and yet she was hooked on it for a while. How often do you go shopping for clothes? Almost never. I really, really need to for undergarments and pants now. Do you have a high IQ? I don't know my IQ, but I very much doubt it. Would you ride a motorcycle if you had the chance? No. They scare me. Have you ever been bitten by a dog? No. Do you like the smell of cinnamon? yessssss Do you like frogs? I love those lil bug-eyed cuties!!! :') Are you afraid of dying? Not massively. I mean yeah, I don't want to die and the fear of the unknown is there, but I really don't think I'm as scared of it as most people. Do you like bananas? Yeah. Where's the last place you've been to out of state? Lake Gaston in Virginia. What are you listening to right now? I'm watching another playthrough of Fatal Frame 3. Gotta say it's probably my favorite that I've seen/played of the franchise now. Would you rather use a trackpad or a mouse? Mouse, for sure. Do you like steak? Yes. What was the best gift you've ever received? My late dog. Tell me one of your pet peeves. Consistently trying to make conversation with me when I have headphones on. It's a bitchy pet peeve, but a pet peeve nonetheless. Do you like to keep your nails painted? I don't paint my nails or care to. Are you a Duck Dynasty fan? I was a long time ago when I actually watched it. I wouldn't watch it now because I don't support the overly-conservative cast, having followed a couple on Facebook for a time. Have you ever played with Silly Putty? As a kid, for sure. I loved that stuff. Do you take in a lot of caffeine daily? Yes. :x Do you know a lot about history? Definitely not. Are you allergic to pollen? Yes. Would you rather play Xbox or PlayStation? I'm a PlayStation gal. Have you ever worked at a fast food place? No, and I neeeeever would. Hungry people are the worst. Do you like hot tubs? Meh, I have to be in the right mood. Do you know anyone who is battling cancer? Not at this current moment. Are you good at doing fractions? NOOOOOOO, or doing ANY kind of math. Have you ever auditioned for a talent competition? No. Would you rather get high or get drunk? I've never experienced either, but probably high. Being drunk is usually synonymous with being sloppy. Do you like the Silent Hill movies? AYEEEEEEEEE I'm the chick to ask! I love the first one, it's brilliant and loyal to the idea of the series but still unique from the original story of the pilot game. The second one is objectively fucking awful story-wise and is SO all over the place, but I can still enjoy it as an obsessed fan of that franchise. Did you ever want to be a doctor? I wanted to be a vet for a long time, if that counts. [TW: SUICIDE] The last person you kissed, how many times have you cried in front of them? I probably cried some/was teared up to some degree when he visited me in the ER after my overdose. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 1 month? Is this written for a middle schooler? No shit I could, and have in the past on more than one occasion. Have you kissed someone with braces? No. Is this the best year of your life? Nooo sir. Can you have more than one best friend? Yeah. What do you like better: hot chocolate or hot apple cider? Hot chocolate. ooo: What are your full initials? BMD. Would you ever let your grandma set you up on a blind date? She's dead, but if she wasn't? HEEEEEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL NO. Do you ever wonder if you will get in a car accident and die? As someone who is terrified of driving, absolutely. I'm primarily more concerned about becoming paralyzed from the neck down, though. I'd rather die than that. So your ex comes to you and says “I want you back”, what do you say? I'd probably say, "I'm happy to finally be able to say 'no'" or something along those lines. Maybe even just a simple "no." Which was worse for you: freshman year of high school or of college? College. I was so fucking depressed and lost. What is the last language you spoke, other than your first? German. Would you ever consider moving to a different country? Canada, yes, if it didn't mean leaving my family and now boyfriend. What is your favourite food from your culture? Burgers. @_@ Other than your name, what was the last name someone called you? Britt. If you could find one long lost friend of the past, who would it be? Megan. I found her on Facebook before and sent her two messages over the past something years, but she never responded. It's frustrating, like I was so close to reuniting with her, but not close enough. Do you wash your hair or your body first when taking a shower? Hair. Have you ever been to a nursing home? Yes, with my mother to visit someone.

#survey #surveys #random questions #lyrics: ''unnatural selection'' by muse

[inosuketingz]

the sheets are stained with blood [p.2]

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PART ONE [ PART TWO ] PART THREE PART FOUR Victor Zsasz x fem!Reader Warning: swearing, mentions of sex, violence, blood, spoilers for Birds of Prey Word Count: 1980 A/N: I promise I am not dead I just disappeared. I do plan on extended this fic to like far off places so if you want me to tag you in upcoming parts, feel free to ask!

 Victor’s knife digs deeper into your neck and you groan. His face isn’t an inch away from yours, his breath able to tickle your nose. 

 “I’ve got a special place on my back for you, Night Hex,” Zsasz insists. You roll your eyes. People only started to call Night Hex after your first few encounters with Wonder Woman. It just so happened that they all occurred during the night, and now you’re stuck with that shit hole of a super villain name. 

 You grab onto his arm and he instinctively tries to jerk it away, but your grip is tight as you chant “Mutanter et nos, mutanter et nos, mutanter et nos.” One of the first spells you ever learned- it allows you to swap positions with whoever is in your grasp.

 In the blink of an eye, you are standing where Zsasz stood, holding his knife into his neck. For a second a look of shock and confusion crosses his face until that shit-eating grin returns. 

“Spooky,” he mocks you.

 “I hate to rain on your parade, Mr. Zsasz, but I’m not in the mood to be another one of your slaughter animals.” You pull back, making sure to keep the weapon on you. “Maybe next time, though.”

  He doesn’t move from the wall and you watch him watch you, waiting for him to say something. You two share a moment of silence, VIctor staring you down with hooded eyes.

 You aren’t sure if you should get nervous right now. You could easily overpower him with one one of the plethora of spells you know. But, it’s not like you’re immortal or anything. All it takes is for him to grab the nearest sharp object to gut you- and you’re a goner. 

 “Why the hell are you here?” You question and quickly add “And how the hell did you get into my apartment?” 

 Again, he doesn’t say anything. Instead, you watch him reach into the back pockets of his dress pants and you immediately slam his knife into his shoulder before he can pull anything out. A small, but joyful smile forms on your lips as you stare down at him. Your strength is in your witchcraft, not weapons. When your instinct led you to shove the knife into Zsasz’s skin, you were only about 50% sure you were strong enough to actually hurt him. 

 He looks  up at you as he pulls the object out of him. “You didn’t even let me answer, bitch.” And then he tries to lunge at you. Again- you are a witch. Not a weapons-master nor a body builder. From what you’ve heard about Zsasz, his strength is impressive for a normal human. One punch from him could knock you out. 

 Since you started practicing your witchcraft after turning 18, you found out there were a lot of pros and cons that came with it. Pros are; with the right spell, potion, ritual, or object- you are capable of doing practically anything. Cons are; these things take time. So in cases where a psycho is attacking you with a knife, and you don’t have time to say a three-line spell, you have to act from the top of your head. Usually not the best idea.

 And, in this scenario, as Zsasz’s hand’s only a little a couple of inches away from your face, your brain tells you to raise your leg and slam your foot on his groin as hard as you can. The chunky platform heels you’re wearing help with the effort. 

 Victor stumbles back, dropping the knife to cup his crotch in pain. You lurch for the weapon the second it slips out of his hand and shove Zsasz to the ground, straddling chest as his back hits the floor to keep him from moving. 

 Maybe dealing with Wonder Woman these past few years has its perks.

 Holding the knife up in warning, you repeat yourself “What do you want, Victor?”

 Again, he smiles. “So, you really don’t remember me, huh?” He, again, changed the subject. 

 “What?” You lowered your arm in confusion. “The fuck are you talking about?” A man like VIctor Zsasz is not one you could forget. But, he doesn’t let it go.

 “I mean, sure, it was a couple of years ago, but c’mon. I wasn’t that bad, was I?” He’s amused as he speaks. He knows the more ambiguity he says, the deeper he gets under your skin.

 You watch him chuckle and narrow your eyes in thought. Admittedly, your history is a long and fanatical one. Maybe you did come across Zsasz one time or another.

It's when he continues his monologue that the bulb in your brain finally lights up. “What was the name they gave you? Cosima or some shit?” 

 You struggle to come up with a reply. Cosima? In the least cliche way; you haven’t heard that name in years. Victor laughs at the shocked look on your face. “You do remember!” He feigns appreciation.

 Your parents never took too great of a liking to you. As they raised you and your twin sister, with the knowledge that only offspring becomes a witch, it was clear that they wanted that witch to be the latter, Talia. You couldn’t blame them, of course. You were a little shit, constantly hanging with the wrong crowds and causing chaos around the city. And then, you inherited the powers. They were angry about it. A month later Talia went missing. They became angrier.

 Their favoritism never really bothered you, and you and your sister were actually quite close. You didn’t take your sister’s disappearance well. What started as you stealing a few things from the corner store as a kid turned into sex, drugs, high theft, and more. 

 So, they kicked you out. For the first few months, you couch hopped from friend’s house to friend’s house. At this time, you had almost no experience with magic, so scamming your way through life using witchcraft wasn’t an option. Then, one of your friends proposed a job offer. She worked as a dancer at a gentlemen's club where there happened to be an opening. 

 Workers also got free housing, so you took the friend on her offer. You never imagined that you’d work as a stripper, but at that point- you were desperate for anything. 

 Rich men from all over the world came to the club, one of them being the rich Gotham entrepreneur Vikram Zsasz. He was well into his 40’s and brought with him a couple of employees for his company- as well as his 25 year old son, Victor Zsasz. 

 It was so hard to draw a connection to the Victor who lays cackling on your hardwood floor to the fresh-faced young man who visited that day. He was a completely different person, you wouldn’t have ever remembered it was him had he not mentioned it. 

 The younger Zsasz moved with energy and pride, like some arrogant frat boy. He was attractive, as he still is, with clear skin that lacked the tally marks that plague him now. When your boss escorted you and a few other girls to host the group of men, he was chugging a glass of scotch like juice, his platinum blonde hair styled in a messy side part. 

 You remember his attention always being on you as you sat with the party. You never thought much of it since there was always men and women lusting over you while you danced. His eyes watched you with adoration, unlike the disturbing leers he gives you now.

 You would have declined his offer when he asked you to spend the night with him had he been anyone else. But, he was hot and you were horny so you accepted.

 He was equally as cocky in bed as he was at the gentlemen’s club. He kept telling you to “lay back and let him do all the work”, something you didn’t have a problem with since it wasn’t like you planned on doing shit anyway. He attacked your pussy like he hadn’t eaten in days. The feeling of his tongue swirling against your clit and his fingers deep inside of you had you pulling at his hair. 

 When he inserted himself inside of you, you remember that he was rough. He took you from behind first and held you by your neck as he continuously ordered you to call him “Daddy” and praise his work on you. 

 For about two hours, all that filled the hotel room were your moans, his groans and the sound of your skin slapping against each other. 

 Your face warms and you feel yourself growing wet from the thought. You don’t even notice when he placed his hands on your thighs. 

 “Guess I wasn’t so bad after all, witch.” His voice pulls you out of your thoughts and you’re reminded that the Victor you’re straddling isn’t the boy from your memories. 

 He’s an insane serial killer whose body count of corpses ascends over the Wayne Tower . A devil who lurks the streets of Gotham. One ready to take the lives of any that come too close to him, including you.

 You push yourself off of him. “Don’t call me that, dickhead.” 

 “What else should I call you? My little slut?” He sits up on his elbows and smiles when you roll your eyes. “Or maybe a fucking cocksucker? That’s what you are anyway-”

 “If you’re not here to kill me, stop wasting my time,” you cut him off. He’s trying to get into your head, with his twisted teasing and reminders. You’re not in the mood for any of it. 

  He glances at the stab wound on his shoulder. It wasn’t too deep, but his printed Versace dress shirt is stained with blood. “What, you’re not gonna help with Daddy’s wounds?” He taunts you.

~ ~ ~

 Zsasz moans in comfort as he slips into the bath. His arm was stiff since you actually did wrap his gash on his shoulder. You made sure you tied it too tight, so much so that it almost cut the circulation off his arms. But that didn’t matter. It’s the fact that you did it which he cares so much about it.

 He picks his phone from the pockets of his pants which he tossed on the bathroom floor while getting undressed. He opens the photo app and taps on an untitled folder. In it are images of you, ranging from low quality helicopter shots of your encounters with Wonder Woman to pictures he snapped of you from your apartment window without you knowing.

 When he saw you that day at the club, he was immediately fascinated with your looks. When he returned to Gotham, you were all that took up his mind. He was obsessed, but he lost you. You were hours away, in the dangerous parts of Boston without anyone to watch over you. 

 His parents died a few months after his encounter with you. After that, his depression led him to the gambling addiction where he lost it all to Oswald Cobblepot. He was ready to end it all when he met Roman. By then, he almost forgot about you until your face showed up on nationwide news one day as everyone dubbed you Wonder Woman’s new foe.

 He zooms in on a photo he had taken of you in the shower. Your breasts were nearly in full view, if it wasn’t for the stupid fucking plant you had in there that blocked much of the window. Zsasz smiles.

 He’s lost everything. He lost his parents in the car accident. He lost his fortune in the Gotham casino. He lost Roman to that bitch, Harley Quinn. He’s lost everything. Everything except you.

#victor zsasz #victor zsasz x reader #victor zsasz x you #chris messina #birds of prey #bop #dceu

[wangxianfics]

Yes, we do :))!

This is a mix of both “Teacher / Professor! WWX” fics:

Joy in the Midst of These Things by Glitterbombshell (29+K, Teen, Series)

(Post-Canon, Hurt & Comfort, Juniors, Snowball Fight, Teacher!WWX, Fluff)

“Wei Wuxian,” the man grits out, and he pauses with one hand reaching for the door handle. The disciple who had come in to speak to Lan Qiren brushes past him and exits the pavilion without a backwards glance. Wei Wuxian turns back to Master Lan, one eyebrow tilting up in question. “An urgent matter has come up,” Lan Qiren says, every word sounding like it’s being forcibly dragged from him. “His Excellency requests my presence. Their current instructor is ill, I was meant to take over classes for today,” he continues, gesturing towards the tiny juniors. He swallows heavily, and the next sentence sounds bitter. Choked. “I cannot leave them unattended.”

Wei Wuxian just blinks at him.

Or

Wei Wuxian is asked (under duress) to babysit a class of tiny Lan cultivators for just a few minutes. A few minutes turns into an hour, turns into two hours, turns into an impromptu literal field trip and now there’s an entire class that is weeks ahead of their curriculum, their most junior disciples have apparently imprinted on Wei Wuxian like baby birds, and Lan Qiren has no one to blame but himself.

Especially the 1st and 2nd part of the series^^

The Painting of Hei Caihong by skulltoki (55+K, Explicit)

(Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Teacher!WWX, Teacher!LWJ, Case Fic)

“It is a portrait of a long haired person. A man with black hair. He is sleeping outside and going by the background and the spots of sunlight, he must be situated under a tree. He is wearing robes with lots of different colours on them, but the colours are very light in shade. There is yellow, pink, green, but they are barely noticeable. From afar you’d see it as white. He wears a very detailed hairpiece too, so he was someone of importance.”

Or, in other words, a self indulgent case fic where the bunnies have disappeared and WWX and LWJ are occupied with solving the mystery of a haunted painting.

his heart an open wound by DameJudiWench (2+K, General)

(Post-Canon, PTSD, Teacher!WWX, Emotional Hurt & Comfort, Family Feels)

It's Sizhui who brings it to Lan Wangji's attention, his words so careful and apologetic that at first, Lan Wangji wonders what his son could possibly have done to be so apprehensive.

wherever the chaos is by wearing_tearing (1+K, General)

(Post-Canon, Curtain Fic, Fluff, Teacher!WWX)

“But, Teacher Wei—”

“I believe in you! If you really need my help, I’ll come down from the tree, I promise.”

*

Lan Wangji does not regret his decision to let Wei Ying teach classes in the Cloud Recesses.

A Perfect Match by elliemoran (2+K, Teen)

(Modern AU, College AU, Junior Disciples, Matchmaking, Eavesdropping)

Professor Wei Ying doesn’t expect to overhear a bunch of his students discussing what a good match he’d make with Professor Lan, but one afternoon at the library that’s exactly what happens.

And now he gets to decide what to do with that information.

Even if he isn’t entirely sure which Professor Lan they meant.

Unstrictly Ballroom by Ariaste (47+K, Teen)

(Modern AU, Stripper AU, Everyone lives, Mutual Pining, Wangxian.mp3)

Thirteen years ago, Wei Wuxian brought scandal and shame down upon his head and was thrown out of the competitive ballroom dance circuit. He vanished, never to be heard from again.

Lan Wangji aches when he remembers the way Wei Ying danced–like a laugh given movement and form. He has never stopped searching for him.

NIGHT-HUNTING by detention_notes (30+K, Teen)

(Modern AU, Ghost Hunters, Teachers AU, Established Relationship, Recreational Drinking / Drug Abuse, Everyone Lives)

Wei Ying, Lan Zhan, Nie Huaisang, and Wen Ning film a campy ghost-hunting show in their spare time. (Hey, it’s a good break from the stress of their day jobs.) But as episodes unfold, their lives are littered with a slew of spooky scenarios. And when hijinks turn to chaos, Lan Zhan and Wei Ying must pause their PDA (alas!) to discover who’s been contacting them. And why. And how the hell to make it stop.

night rather than day by lofikv (11+K, WIP 4/5, Mature)

(Modern AU, Camboy!WWX, Professor!WWX, Mutual Pining, Sex Toys)

During daytime, Wei Ying is a high school professor. Teaching bratty teenagers who has a more active love life than him and annoying possibly every member of the faculty at any chance. (Except Lan Wangji, because rumors say that the man is utterly smitten by the cheerful professor.)

At night, Wei Ying is sluttysuibian, a top-ranking camboy.

i think you’ll stay by mme_anxious (

i think you’ll stay by mme_anxious (2+K, General)

(Modern AU, Professor!WWX, Professor LWJ, Valentine’s Day Fluff, SangCheng as Matchmakers, Mutual Pining, Love Confessions)

Wei Ying,

Please forgive me for saying this, but I can’t stay silent. I have feelings for you. Please, will you be my valentine?

Sincerely,

Lan Zhan

"This,” Wei Ying breathes to himself, because he really needs to process this somehow. “This is—the worst valentine. What the fuck, Lan Zhan.”

-

wangxian receive valentines

and in the spring i shed my skin by wvlfqveen (11+K, Teen)

(Modern AU With Magic, Professor!WWX, Professor!LWJ, Shapeshifter!LWJ)

"Mr. Wei,” Lan Xichen greets, sounding amused. “To what do I owe the honour?”

“Do you happen to know where Lan Zhan is? I’m waiting for him in his classroom but he hasn’t come back and it looks like he left in a hurry. He even left one of his rabbits behind!”

Lan Xichen says nothing for long enough that Wei Ying wonders if the line dropped. He glances at his phone. The call is still ongoing.

“He left one of his rabbits?”

fire and other things you shouldn’t trust by arahir (5+K, General)

(Humor, Fluff, Sharing a Bed, Teacher!WWX)

Wei Wuxian is teacher of the year.

“What are you doing?” Jin Ling asks, against his better judgment.

“Shortening the fuse,” Wei Wuxian says after a moment, implying both that there is a fuse long enough to be shortened and that this is a thing anyone would want to do.

“I don’t think that’s—”

“Jin Ling. Please. He’s an expert.”

#mdzs #theuntamed #professor!wwx #teacher!wwx #masterpost #ask #au:teachersprofessors

[the-blackorchid1]

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[mothzilla-aka-mozzy]

Me: Kamata, you may a mix of both spooky and cute.. but you wouldn't know scary until you've met THIS dude.. *Snaps fingers, Kamata is teleported to a fiery world.. and an eerie voice that sounds like it came from a mountain hisses 'RUN.', Cue a demonic kaiju appearing, crimson and with a skull face, approximately 8202 feet high.. Red. (From the Godzilla NES creepypasta.)*

Kamata:...Why are you showing me a stripper?

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Hey gwirrrrl! Can you pointe in the direction of Erik Killmonger x plus sized reader fics?

Hey miss mamas!!! I sure can!! 

ERIK X PLUS SIZE!READER FICS (UPDATED)

- how i feel, right now, animal, chains series, purple herbs & gardens, risks & new beginnings series, better with time, let’s play, without a doubt, sizzling pans & slow jams, misinterpretations, visions of gold, out business, come through and chill series, nights, slow burn, a siren’s allure, venom, the one, maybe they’re right, sore loser series, i’ll be alright, spooky cookies & vampire fangs, screams in the night series; knock, knock series; imagination, the cure series, poptart man series, this must be our song, conversation starter, heaven is a place on earth, twins?, say it, i’m there, his princess, his for the night, sugar baby series, authority series, baby shark, lemme try, take our time, say the word, sudden reunions series, memories of you, more ways than one, lemme try it again (that’s my face), not in budget, i would like to see it, pease mama bear, she likes me, guess what, times like these, tell me your secret series, he gets it from me, baby see baby do, see what had happened was, who me?, so relax, three kings of dreams, deck the b-…halls?, do it again, be quiet, you so crazy, how that sound?, you’re so handsome, sit still, leave me aloneee, don’t hide, or maybe, send it to mommy, but i’m sick.., you thought i wouldn’t find out, he’d make you his, ballet baba, ain’t that right?, he wasn’t having that, being honest, that’s all it took?, then stop ignoring me, since you can, but i thougth…, jealous, i won’t tell you again series, hit me, no reply, i’ve alway been, you sure?, no more tummy time, toss ‘em, you done now?, sing it baby, doped up, battle it out, for however long, bath time, bedtime stories, i’m sorry, was that so hard?, i owe you that, whatchu say?, hard headed, it should’ve been you, take our time series, baba’s day, whatever she wants, nope, can’t even look at you, not again, nose wide oen, just a bit longer, come on over to my place, fences & bullriders, right now, mr. telephone man series, designated command strips, one way or another, you ain’t hear that?, autumn leaves & cookie thieves, open up- @supersizemeplz

- all erik fics and headcanons- @nahimjustfeelingit-writes

- all erik fics and headcanons- @eye-raq

- teach me series, when you’re mad series, waffles series, slow ride series, movie night series, let’s talk about sex series, mines, thunderstorm, girl fuck you, eat your breakfast seres (with eat your dinner), secret admirer, amusement park fun, displays of affection, night at the movie theaters, silent hearbeats series, kissing strangers series, worship, loving the way you love it, day drunk, smile for me daddy series, just like you, we goin to hell, breeding time- @thehomierobbstark

- late again, halloween party, imprint, a man in love, v.i.p (includes m/baku), daddy’s home, y’all again?, okay? okay, prisoner of love, family cookout, kiss, what’s cooking good looking, expecting headcanons, food headcanons, crying headcanons, nsfw headcanons, foot fetish series, halloween headcanons, lingerie headcanons, jealous headcanons, kevin’s  heart series, untitled series- @madamslayyy

-carnal stimulation series, next lifetime series, hoe ass erik series, dirty little secrets series, hennything is possible, sunday dinner series (with payback), a.d.i.d.a.s., green goddess, suddenly stevens, beauty is her name, it’s complicated. i’m sorry, the great reveal, neighbors know my name series (part 2 to @hearteyes-for-killmonger‘s story of the same name), the devil speaks xosha, mile high, trap card, act up, let me smell it, up late, i’ll take your man, carry on, dreams & nightmares- @goddessofthundathighs

- headass youtube couple series, fix my crown series, all skate, cutting ties series, #tsrbaewatch,  @apantherinmypastlife

- all erik fics-  @wawakanda-btch

- all fics- @hearteyes-for-killmonger

- say my name series, beg for it, the coat room, charley horse, full court press, house party, boyfriend makeup challenge, gumby, the let out series, disorderly, token, all i wanted for christmas is you, hit the showers, neo, erica; veni, vidi, vici, i will be here, trick or treat, the wakandan boys when they’re sick (includes t’challa and m’baku)- @sonofnjobu

- mine, unravel me series (includes belong to you), i missed you series (inlcudes you a’ight and if they ain’t looking), rated e, on braodway, no average bitch,  @brownsugarcocoabutterwildflowers (scroll for erik killmonger x reader and erik killmonger imagine)

- all tasting mellow fics- @tastingmellow

- laid up series- @pastelastronomy24

- come lay with me, house hunting series, stretch marks, the footbal jerseyy, you sure?- @marvelmaree

- the deal series, nuggest of truth, girlfriend, all i want is you, care for you- @wakandamama

- rated e for extra petty, elbow deep series- @puffmamaa

- she got game, where’s the smoke, s.d.m., from paris with love, where the hoes at? (with t’challa and m’baku), written all over your face, baby bump series (wit cuddle buddy,, and hc: chubby!erik trying old clothes), not in that way, here kitty kitty, computer blue series, chunk series- @ghostfacekill-monger

- all erik fics- @stripper-patrick

- he spills series (with t’chala and m’baku)- @captainsaveasmut

- i’m cleva series, do me baby (part 2 of @killmongersgurl‘s serieserik’s created a monste)-, @killmongerdispussy

- sorry he’s gone, mad issues series, curiosity happy weight- @curls-and-crosses

- nah baby i got you- @inxan-ity (scroll for erik killmonger)

- all fics- @writerbee-ffs

- paragone series- @dynastynoire

- all fics- @eriksjournal

- the sweetest taste series, late night drive- two of a kind series (includes ‘03 bonnie and clyde prequel), beyond the lights series, mad love series- @wakandaforeverwrites

- all erik fics and headcanons- @plussizeappreciationfics

-thanksgiving w/ mr. stevens and the udakus series (with valentine’s gumbo),  @mermaidchansons

- all erik fics- @muse-of-mbaku

- all fics- @eerythingisshaka

- all fics- @artisticestheticreads

- insecure series- @erikslulbaby

- return the favor series- @taint3dvirgin

- a day at the beach with erik, prompt 19 “what’s cooking, good looking”, stay here tonight, greater purpose of chaos, sharing disney movies with erik, 90s disney movies with erik-  @hidden-treasures21

- new year’s surprise series- @thefantasyride

- for the love of money?, my first & his only, the big chop, braid my hair, short staffed, visiting hours- @bakarilennox

***PLEASE HIT ME UP TO ADD YOUR STORIES OR ONES YOU KNOW. THERE ARE MORE I FEEL LIKE I MISSED***

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