unearthly screaming

I set my alarm last night to the glorious, unearthly sound of Genji screaming “Ryujin no KEN WO KURAE! ” and let me tell you that as a support main I have never been more awake in my entire life I think I crossed in to a new level of existence I woke up so fast

Dream a Little Dream

Title: Dream a Little Dream
Link: AO3
Square filled: Spitroasting
Ship: Demon!Dean x Reader x Soulless!Sam (No Wincest)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: NSFW, explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral sex (male and female receiving), threesome, rough sex, unprotected sex
Summary: A threesome with you, Demon!Dean and Soulless!Sam. Need I say more?
Word Count: 1114
Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret
Author’s Notes: Written for @spnkinkbingo. Also fulfills #67 Threesome on the 100 Kink List.

Originally posted by hunterchesters

Originally posted by bottomsquall

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The Unblessed


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Unseelie Bucky x Reader

Summary: Everybody knows to stay away from the forest, where the Seelie and Unseelie courts remain permanently at war. But when the people in your village begin to starve and you face a dangerous journey to the land of the fae, you never think of the consequences it may bring… Until, as an effort to placate the raging war between the Fae, the Prince of Winter himself comes to claim you as his.

Warnings: mentions of death (plus smut in future chapters)

Word count: 2286

A.N: Yes, i’m still alive, and yes, I’ve started a new series while I still have three unfinished ones. BUT This is a very, very different project because (drumroll)… It’s my first smut ever! EVER! and although this is kind of the introduction chapter, expect things to get intense after this. Please enjoy and tell me what you think!
Dedicated to the beautiful Ella @buckysinthesinbin​ for all the help and for putting up with me and my writing whims.

Originally posted by spaceeblack

You hear the bow snapping and watch the arrow fly as it sinks into the deer’s side, causing the small animal to cry out once before its legs give out and it topples to the side, falling on the ground with a soft thud.

Finally, after two days of scouting the forest and searching nonstop, the endless tracking of snapped twigs and barely-there hoofprints has amounted to something. The last strip of dried meat you had to split with Kate this morning, but nonetheless you lunge forward from behind the trees, muscles clenching with exhaustion while your empty stomach snarls in hunger.

Kate emerges from the trees at about the same time you do, with her bow and quill of arrows firmly secured behind her back. Sweat is dripping down her temples, her hair sticking to the damp skin in the summer heat. This hunt hasn’t been easy.

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things have changed for me

This is nowhere near as good as the perfection from @jiilys and @alrightpotter but this was still super fun to write.


James Potter to but does Buzzfeed know which friends character it is in five random questions: approximately how many jelly beans are too many

James Potter: because I bought all of the bags in the store

Sirius Black: enough to fill a car?

James Potter: I think it’ll be enough to fill Claire

Sirius Black: “riding claire” wasn’t even funny the first time prongs

Remus Lupin: wouldn’t it be “riding in claire”??

Sirius Black: #exposed

James Potter: #blocked

Peter Pettigrew to i’m lizzie bennet and sirius black is way hotter than darcy: I don’t think this is going to work

Peter Pettigrew: and even if it does, will people even watch it?

Sirius Black: people watched it on the middle

Remus Lupin: you’re the only person on earth who watches the middle

James Potter: does anyone even watch our regular videos

Peter Pettigrew: true

James Potter to Lily Evans: you coming to help film?

Lily Evans: nope

James Potter: :(

Lily Evans: pathetic

Lily Evans: of course I’m coming to help

Lily Evans: I wanna get my hands on some peach jelly beans

James Potter: they’re gonna be stuck to the other jelly beans

James Potter: (if this works)

Lily Evans: peach jelly beans with obstacles

Sirius Black to but isn’t james potter more of a state of mind: prongs way

Peter Pettigrew: ???

Sirius Black: where are you

Sirius Black: duh

Remus Lupin: remember when you texted like a human being

Sirius Black: nope

Remus Lupin: me neither

Sirius Black to WAY PRONGS: srsly jim way

Remus Lupin: we’re standing here around a car looking like idiots

Sirius Black: u always look like an idiot

Peter Pettigrew: guys we’re right next to each other

Peter Pettigrew: you can just say ur dumb insults to each other’s faces

James Potter: sry m8s I picked Lily up and she wanted to stop for lunch

Sirius Black: oooooooh

Sirius Black: ooooOOOOOHHHH

James Potter: not like that

James Potter: we just had tacos

Peter Pettigrew: oooOOOOOH

Peter Pettigrew: dang it

Peter Pettigrew: im too late

James Potter: better luck making fun of me next time pete

Lily Evans to James Potter: I can’t believe those jelly beans actually melted and stuck to the car

James Potter: I can’t believe you ripped a chunk off and started eating it

James Potter: thanks for filming, by the way

Lily Evans: just call me Freddie Benson💋

James Potter to Sirius Black: she sent me a kiss emoji

James Potter: what do u think that means

Sirius Black: maybe she meant to hit another emoji

Sirius Black: like the nose bc u stink

Sirius Black: idk ask Remus

James Potter added Remus Lupin to the chat

Remus Lupin: christ

Remus Lupin: its like three am

Remus Lupin: i need my beauty sleep

Sirius Black: its not working

Peter Pettigrew to not like that, we just had tacos: WE’RE ON BUZZFEED

James Potter: ??!!!

Peter Pettigrew sent a link to These Crazy Hilarious YouTubers Filled A Car with Jelly Beans to See If They Would Melt

Sirius Black: they called us “crazy hilarious”

Remus Lupin: a woman in the comments said “they get paid to do this?” though so I wouldn’t say we’re famous yet

Peter Pettigrew: if we got paid to do this I wouldn’t have to work at starbucks

James Potter to i’m sorry for being right, sirius: i’m adding Lily to the chat  

Sirius Black: this is moving fast

Sirius Black named the chat JAMES POTTER WETS THE BED

James Potter named the chat WELCOME EVANS

Remus Lupin named the chat stop

Remus Lupin: come up with some better jokes padfoot

James Potter named the chat Group Chat

James Potter added Lily Evans to the chat

Lily Evans: wait

Lily Evans: why is ur chat name “group chat”

Lily Evans: who does that???

Lily Evans named the chat Freaks and Geeks

Sirius Black: i like her already

Lily Evans to James Potter: uggggghhhh

Lily Evans: talk to me

James Potter: bout what?

Lily Evans: anything other than vernon dursley

James Potter: whales have no sweat glands

Lily Evans: fascinating

Lily Evans: gotta go eat with the fam

Lily Evans: i’ll take a swig of wine every time vernon says “actually”

James Potter: you’ll die in five minutes

Lily Evans: make sure they bury me in prada

Lily Evans to James Potter: i habve a new pshilosophy

Lily Evans: ill flip a coin dfor every desicion so i don’t enmd up high strung like petunia  f

James Potter to Lily Evans: where are you

Lily Evans: crowns pub

James Potter: i’m coming to get you

Remus Lupin to Sirius Black: why was lily sleeping on our couch

Sirius Black: so thats what the unearthly screaming was

Sirius Black: did u sit on her or something

Remus Lupin: no

Remus Lupin: (yes)

Remus Lupin: i hadn’t had coffee yet

Remus Lupin: it was dark

Sirius Black: uv still gotten more action than James

Lily Evans to James Potter: thank u for picking me up

James Potter: don’t mention it

James Potter: i would have taken the couch, u know

Lily Evans: i know

Lily Evans to APRIL THE GIRAFFE HAS GIVEN BIRTH: guess who I just met

Sirius Black: no

Remus Lupin: i can literally hear u laughing from ur room padfoot

Remus Lupin: that was not remotely funny

Sirius Black: i’m being joyful

Sirius Black: u already look twenty years older than u are

Sirius Black: u wouldn’t if you laughed a little

James Potter: can we stay on topic pls

James Potter: who did you meet?

Lily Evans: so I flipped a coin to decide whether to get a burger or go out to lunch with Petunia

James Potter: that is an easy decision??? u didn’t need to flip a coin

Lily Evans: but it worked out

Lily Evans: I went to lunch with Petunia

Lily Evans: (it was so fancy)

Lily Evans: and I met some YouTube exec who said they needed some “good, cleancut kids” to make videos and work with them and stuff

Sirius Black: and you didn’t lead with this?!

James Potter: excellent job lil!

Remus Lupin to Sirius Black: so he’s already calling her “lil”

Sirius Black: better than “lily evans, love of my life and future wife”

Remus Lupin: so what’s with the whole coin thing?

Sirius Black: jim said she went out to dinner with petunia and vernon, got smashed, and vowed to flip a coin for all her decisions

Sirius Black: and now she’s sober and is too stubborn to change her mind

Remus Lupin: already calling him “jim”, huh?

Sirius Black: ours is a forbidden love

Peter Pettigrew to WE HAVE NO IDEAS: so what are we going to do for our pitch

James Potter: look at the name of the chat

Peter Pettigrew: but we have to come up with something

Remus Lupin: he’s right

Sirius Black: how about “girl decides to flip a coin for every decision”

Lily Evans: exploitation

Lily Evans: i like it

James Potter to Lily Evans: so come over around seven so we can start filming

Lily Evans: I flipped a coin and it says eight

James Potter: flip that coin and see if you’d like to come to dinner with me

James Potter: (but like, only if you want to)

James Potter to Remus Lupin: REMUS WHAT HAVE I DONE

James Potter sent Remus Lupin a picture

James Potter: she’s going to think im some “nice guy” who thinks he deserves sex just bc they’re friends

Remus Lupin: james, chill

Remus Lupin: tbh that might be better than her first impression of you

Lily Evans to James Potter: I don’t need a coin for that decision ;)

Lily Evans: pick me up in twenty?

James Potter: sounds like a plan

James Potter to Remus Lupin: YES

James Potter to Sirius Black: YES

James Potter to Peter Pettigrew: YES

Remus Lupin to I’m not a regular buzzkill, I’m a cool buzzkill: hey, we’re ready to go

Remus Lupin: Sirius has literally poured a pot of coffee into his mouth

Sirius Black: its true, i did

Lily Evans: we’re on our way

Sirius Black to Peter Pettigrew and Remus Lupin: “we’re on our way”

Peter Pettigrew: WE’RE

Remus Lupin: can we be mature about this

Remus Lupin: lol just kidding james must be freaking out

Sirius Black: wonder if they’re gonna tell us?

Peter Pettigrew: idk be cool

James Potter to are you driving a snail? it’s been twenty minutes: we’re pulling in

Lily Evans: we brought bagels!

Sirius Black to WITHOUT JAMES: she is wearing HiS SoCKs

Remus Lupin: they can’t possibly think we don’t know

Peter Pettigrew: omg

Remus Lupin: we should probably act surprised when they tell us

Sirius Black: what is right

Sirius Black: what is wrong

Sirius Black: i don’t know anymore

Remus Lupin: chill

Remus Lupin: I can see sweat dripping down your face

Peter Pettigrew: don’t u think they see us texting under the table

Lily Evans changed the chat name to why are we texting

Lily Evans: are you guys taking a vow of silence

Lily Evans: james already filmed a bit of me flipping the coin to decide my outfit and what to get for breakfast

Lily Evans: maybe my next decision should be deciding whether we should have an actual conversation

Peter Pettigrew: their on to us

Peter Pettigrew: oops I didn’t send that to anyone

Peter Pettigrew: haha

Lily Evan to remus we’re out of biscuits: alright, I finished editing our video!

James Potter: you angel

James Potter: too good for me

Lily Evans: I know

Lily Evans: I’ll get it ready to present to the YouTube exec too

Remus Lupin: thanks Lily

Remus Lupin to WE HAVE BEEN OUT OF BISCUITS FOR THREE DAYS: we need to talk about our pitch

Remus Lupin: more specifically, what we’re wearing

Remus Lupin: bc sirius, you did not need to order me seventeen boxes of clothes

Remus Lupin: james, you did not need to send me twenty pairs of shoes and fifteen watches

James Potter: we’re like robin hood

James Potter: except without the stealing

Lily Evans to James Potter: the pitch is at four, could you swing by my house about two hours before

Lily Evans: its more fun getting ready when there’s someone with you

Lily Evans: and then we’ll drive there together

James Potter: I’m starting to think you don’t know how to drive

Lily Evans: I do

Lily Evans: I just prefer going with you

Peter Pettigrew to never gonna give you up: that went well?

Remus Lupin: surprisingly

James Potter: I think we got the job?


Sirius Black: greed is a sin pete

Remus Lupin: says the man who actually tried to create a swimming pool of money

Lily Evans: drinks on me!

Sirius Black to are u sure u still want to pay, lily?: u guys have been on like two dates

Sirius Black: u don’t have to act married

James Potter: it’s called being in love

James Potter: u should try it sometime

Lily Evans: you’re in love with me?

James Potter: oh no

James Potter: shit

James Potter: I did NOT mean that

Lily Evans: you didn’t?

Lily Evans: that’s a shame, because I’m pretty in love with you

Sirius Black: gross

Camp Crystal Lake

Title: Camp Crystal Lake

Summary:  Sam and Dean hunt a monster at a summer camp.

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Sam Winchester x female reader, Dean Winchester

Word Count:  2737

Warnings:  nsfw, canon typical violence, mentions of blood, some smut, explicit language

Author’s Notes:  This was written for @revwinchester Birthday Challenge. My prompt was camp counselor. Italics indicate a flashback. I started writing this in January on Friday the 13th and my dash was flooded with Jared (and his floofy hair) from his Friday the 13th movie. I couldn’t get it out of my head, so I just went with it.

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*rises from the void with an unearthly scream*



I also ship Dazai and Atsushi a hella lot. I am in constant shipping hell with these two.

I was going through tumblr and there was this otp meme where one of the questions was “who wraps the other up in a duvet just to annoy them and who struggles to get out of it?”

Dazai. It will always be Dazai who does this Atsushi. Multiple times.

God, I love these two dorks.

I have one last part of this comic I’m still working on but I’ll post it later. Sorry @lunaxxre, I’ll be done with the last page soon. Hopefully.

I hope you guys like thissssss

*slinks back into the void*

Update: I made the last page~!


(Part 10 of Insomnia)

“No! I most certainly am not blushing, you idiot!” Black Hat spat, turning to face him more directly.

Flug giggled and smiled under his bag, enjoying how flustered his boss was getting.

“Jefecito, I know why you are here.” Flug smiles brightly at him, though it is unseen behind his bag. He slowly walks closer to Black Hat, making sure not to scare him away.

Black Hat took a step back. He felt skittish, he did not want to talk about this. He knew for sure he would be rejected. What if Flug quit because of this? What if he told the other villains? Oh, he’d be an absolute joke…

“Jefe.” Black Hat was snapped out of his thoughts and slowly looked down at Flug. Flug had stopped walking and had put his hands on Black Hat’s shoulders, holding him there. “I feel the same way.” His smile widened, shyly inching closer.

Black Hat’s eyes widened. “You do? But I’m not human.” His eyes narrowed, “Why would you feel that way about something as inhuman as me?” He looks at Flug in disbelief, not fully trusting his words and shrugging his hands away.

Black Hat grumbles, “I’m a monster, Flug, why would you like me? Why would you even care? Just look at me!” He pushed Flug away, but Flug came right back.

Flug looks at him sadly, “Jefe, I-”

“No.” Black Hat interrupted, frowning grimly. He let out a low angry growl as he spoke in a dark tone, “You are a filthy liar, Flug.” He spat the name as if it were oozing poison and took another step back, turning to leave.

“Black Hat, wait!” Flug blurted out, feeling a cold emptiness rise up in his chest as too many emotions flooded in all at once.

Without a word, Black Hat exited through the door. As the door opened a gust of wind threw Flug back, sending him tumbling to the floor with a loud thud. Flug immediately jumped up and burst out after him, but his boss had dissappeared. Looking in all directions he could not find a trace of Black Hat.

Flug felt as if a bullet has been shot directly through his chest as he fell to his knees, the pain was indescribable. Raising a hand to his chest he put the other against his forehead as he pulled his knees to his chest, shivering lightly.

“Oh, fuck, what did I do? I shouldn’t have said anything, I sh-shouldn’t have e-expected him to w-want a-anything to do with me! I’m s-such a f-fuck up…” Flug whispered to himself, burying his head in his knees and wrapping his arms around his legs, gripping them tightly.

Every inch of his body was trembling and every muscle felt weak and heavy. He whimpered as tears began to softly flow, blurring his vision. He didn’t care if he couldn’t see, he felt too alone to care.

His bag became damp from the tears as he sniffled and cried. “I just… I wish we could be happy… together.” Tears flowed more aggressively, staining his bag and filling his goggles. The bag started falling apart so he pulled it off, along with his goggles.

His hair was messy and unkempt, but he wasn’t phased by it. “I guess some dreams… aren’t ment to come true.”

Flug sat against the door outside the lab crying, feeling lost. All hope had shattered, and he felt nothing.

He sat there for hours, weeping and quivering before finally passing out from exhaustion. His body had fallen limply to the side, spread out in the hallway outside the door to the lab.

His dreams quickly turned into nightmares, dark and flooded with depression, causing him to twitch and whimper in his sleep.

Black Hat had dissappeared to his room and locked the door with a flash.

“That treacherous dolt dares lie to me?!” He grabs a nearby chair and flings it into a wall. “I will not take pity from a halfwit! Does he think I am a bloody fool?”

The chair shatters into hundreds of pieces as Black Hat flings everything off his desk, anything fragile being destroyed.

His body erupts with a loud growl as he sinks his claws deep into the wood of his desk, scraping his claws across the surface in long crooked trails.

Creatures from other dimensions escape into this world through the cuts in the wood and flew around the room, moaning in despair and screaming unearthly howls before soon dying off and dissappearing forever.

He stares up at them in rage, snarling and raking his claws down the wall, tearing apart the wallpaper. Yanking his claws out of the wall he stumbles back and stares at the damage.

It isn’t enough.

Trudging across the room he rips down a large tapestry of himself and tears it into shreads.

Black Hat stood over it, panting hard and growling. He stares at the wreckage for a moment before pausing to look around the room. Pausing to look at all the destruction he made. The destruction he made in his own room.

All emotions drain from his body and he just stands there, lost and confused.

Bending over he picks up a piece of the torn tapestry and looks at it. The piece was unidentifiable. The pieces of the tapestry were split up like an unsolvable puzzle, there was no way any mortal could put it back together.

He crushed the fabric in his hand, glaring harshly down at it before throwing it to the ground, letting it hit the floor without a second glance.

With a quick turn he marched to his bed and sat down.

He sat there staring off into space. What was this feeling? This feeling of… emptiness deep in his chest?

He didn’t like this feeling, he wanted to get rid of it. He needed to fill it with something.

Black Hat put his head in his hands, but recoiled when he felt something wet. What was this? Water…? He was… he was crying!?

Tears filled his eye as he stared at his hands, and the hole in his chest went colder than ice. Trying to blink the tears away, they instead rolled down his cheek, dripping off of his chin.

The liquid pooled around his monocle as well, but he wiped it away before it could flow too freely.

Black Hat hated this, he was Black Hat! He doesn’t cry!

He sprang up, ready to fight something, but his body worked against him and dragged him back down, forcing him back onto the bed.

Growling loudly he dug his claws into the bed, ripping through the sheets and mattress.

Anger. He was angry. But why couldn’t he feel it? All he felt was nothing, a gaping wound in his core.

Why did he even feel this way in the first place? What was the cause of all this?

Something deep in his gut told him what the cause was, but he didn’t want to listen. He didn’t want to think of that right now. He didn’t want to think of that ever.

Flug was a fool.
Flug was a dolt.
Flug was an idiot.
Flug was a filthy backstabbing liar.

There was no other feasible explanation. Humans don’t fall in love with beasts, they just don’t! Black Hat had never heard of a time when they ever cared about beasts; they had always run away from them.

Flug couldn’t and wouldn’t return those feelings, he would be outcasted from his own kind. He was a liar, no human could feel love for someone as horrible as himself.


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Next: https://villainous-epiphany.tumblr.com/post/166166247207/go-away

First: https://villainous-epiphany.tumblr.com/post/163919381052/insomnia

Magnetic  Chapter 9: Death By Toilet

Dean Winchester x Reader

2000 Words

Chapter Summary: Ignoring Dean’s obvious dislike of the victim, the two of you keep him safe while Sam takes care of the spirit. Yet, things change during the heat of the moment.

Story Summary: After your Dad was killed, you were shocked to learn all about his hidden life. Deciding to follow in his footsteps, you turn to a life of hunting, surprised at how well you adapted. Then comes along Sam and Dean Winchester, turning your life upside down. You and Dean don’t get along at first, but then things soon start to change.

Author’s Note: Thanks for checking this story out! I’m having a blast writing it, and I’m always open to comments or suggestions. 

Catch Up Here: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8

You rushed over to Derek, not taking the time to see if Dean was behind you. Pulling on Derek’s shirt, you cussed when you couldn’t pry him out of the water. The force holding him down was too strong.

“Y/N, get back!” Dean yelled, and you stepped back just in time for him to shoot at the spirit. You heard an unearthly scream before it vanished, leaving Derek gasping for air. Helping him to his knees, you patted his back to help release some of the water still in his lungs.

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Black Hat: There’s no earthly way of knowing which direction they are going… There’s no knowing where they’re rowing…
Dr. Flug: [weakly echoing] Rowing…
Black Hat: Or which way the river’s flowing… Is it raining, is it snowing? Is a hurricane a-blowing?
[sharp gasp]
Black Hat: Not a speck of light is showing so the danger must be growing… Are the fires of Hell a-glowing? Is the grisly Reaper mowing? Yes! The danger must be growing! ‘Cause the rowers keep on rowing!
[practically screaming]
Black Hat: And they’re certainly not showing any sign that they are slowing!
[lets out a high-pitched, almost unearthly scream]
(source: Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, 1971)

kygrey  asked:

Person A breaks a bone. Person B nurse. Person C worrying frantically about Person A.

You got it. I also posted it on AO3 right here -> http://archiveofourown.org/works/11816913

Trips to Recovery Girl’s office were a common occurrence for Midoriya. The small room almost felt like a second home at this point. The large window, the white bed sheets, the smell of sterilization wipes, relaxed him every time he paid an unexpected visit. He was used to being the one who needed to be treated, not the other way around. It’d been about two hours since he situated himself outside of Recovery Girl’s office, waiting patiently for visiting hours to begin. Todoroki broke his arm the day before during a training exercise and it may or may not have been Midoryia’s fault it happened.

They were tasked with a recon and relocate, get the item and move it somewhere else. Midoriya held up the large metal obstruction as Todoroki reached for the item. An unearthly scream arose from Todoroki as the metal obstruction slammed down on his arm as Midoriya swatted away a fly that’d landed on his nose.

So, yeah it was definitely Midoriya’s fault that Todoroki was in emergency care.

He sat next to the door, stewing in his own guilt, writing down a myriad of different apologies.

After intense editing, he’d come up with, Hey, sorry I broke your arm. It was the bug’s fault!

Absolutely not. He groaned and crumpled up the piece of paper he’d torn from his notebook, throwing it at the wall across from him. There’s no way anyone would accept an apology that shifted the blame onto something else, especially a bug.

In his frustration, Midoriya’s mind began to wander, thinking about all the worst possible outcomes. What if Todoroki’s arm was beyond repair? What if the broken bones caused him to not be able to use his quirk? He’d never get the chance to work on improving his left side! Maybe he’d even quit trying to become a hero! And it was all his fault!

He hugged his legs close to his chest, trying to hide the tears that began welling up in his eyes. What if Todoroki refused his apology? What if he didn’t want to be his friend anymore after this? Midoriya felt a sing in his chest, Todoroki couldn’t possibly do something like that? Could he?

Even if he did, Midoriya still hoped he was on his way to recovery. That was the most important thing right now. He continued to scribble down apologies until he heard the slow footsteps of Recovery Girl.

“Ah, look who’s here.” she regarded as she dug for the keys to her office in her pocket.

“Am I allowed in to see Todoroki?” Midoriya blurted, slamming his notebook shut and scrambling to his feet.

“Just give me a couple of minutes, I will call you in.” she reassured, opening the door and shutting it behind her.

He paced for five minutes before the door creaked open, “Okay, Midoriya, you can see him now.” Recovery Girl said softly.

Taking a deep breath, Midoriya made his way into the room. He found Todoroki propped up on one of the beds with his eyes closed and left arm in a sling and cast. He looked so peaceful, the sun peeking in through the blinds and coloring his pale face and dark red scar. It almost made Midoriya regret coming to see him now. He contemplated coming back when he was awake, but he’d already waited for two hours…

“Just take the seat next to the bed, he should be up any minute.” Midoriya heard Recovery Girl advice as she took a seat in her own chair, flipping through Todoroki’s medical file, “I need to give him some painkillers before he undergoes treatment.” also known as multiple kisses. For some reason, Midoriya felt himself blush at the thought of someone kissing Todoroki.

He sat in the empty chair and waited patiently. Todoroki’s body was still except for his chest that moved slowly, up and down with each breath. Midoriya counted one hundred and twelve breath cycles before the other boy’s eyes began to flutter and brow tense. Even waking up, Todoroki’s body barely moved. Midoriya couldn’t help but stare as heterochromatic eyes opened and found their way to his own.

Todoroki stared at Midoriya for a moment, then opened his mouth and sighed the green haired boy’s name.

Midoriya really hoped Todoroki didn’t notice the blush that crept back to his cheeks, “Hey, how are you feeling.” he croaked, suddenly staring at his own lap.  Nice one Izuku. You know how he’s feeling…

“I’m fine.” Todoroki shifted slightly and then winced, “There’s only a little pain.”

Midoryia’s head shot back up, “That’s good! So you’re recovering then. I am so relieved that you’re recovering. I was so worried that your arm would keep you from using your quirk and I know you just started using your left side and it would’ve been all my fault if you couldn’t use it any more after all that happened back during the sports festival, oh geeze I need to stop talking, huh?” he rambled in one breath.

“No you’re fine, it’s distracting me from the pain.” Todoroki affirmed, “How long have you been waiting here?”

“About two hours..” the green haired boy admitted sheepishly.

Torodoki’s eyes widened and his cheeks flushed a shade of pink, “That’s a considerable amount of time.” he said softly.

“Yeah, well,” Midoriya scratched the back of his head, “I was worried about you.”

“You’ve been to Recovery Girl’s office before, you should’ve known I’d be okay.”

“I still worry.”

Silence filled the room again.

“It was my fault you got hurt, and if anything happened to you, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself.” Midoriya admitted. He felt his heartbeat speed up, why was this happening?

Todoroki used his right, unbandaged hand to reach for Midoriya’s, “It was an accident,” he reassured, “you never would’ve done this on purpose.”

Midoriya stared at their hands, fingers laced together perfectly. His hand looked deformed, covered in scars with slightly crooked fingers, compared to Todoroki’s smooth palms and long fingers, “I know you wouldn’t hurt me because you are my friend and I am yours.” a squeeze came from Todoroki, adding a period to his statement and the on switch to Midoriya’s usual tears.

“I’m s-so so-so-sorry!” he sobbed, wiping his face with the sleeve of his free arm.

“Midoriya, please stop crying.” Todoroki urged, but his easeful voice only made Midoriya cry harder, “I accept your apology. Please stop.” he begged, using his thumb to draw circles on Midoriya’s palm in an attempt to calm him.

“You need to stop crying because I need to concentrate!” Recovery Girl piped up from her seat, “I can’t figure out the correct dosages if you keep on blubbering like a whale over there!”

“S-sorry Ma'am!” Midoriya sniffled, trying to will his tears back into his eyes.

“Good. Now finish up.” the older woman grunted and went back to her calculations.

Midoriya wiped his face one last time, drying his green and red, puffed up eyes, “I guess I’ll see you during the next visiting hours?”

The red and white haired boy nodded, “I’ll be waiting.” he smiled, eyes crinkling.

There it was again; the kind sentiment struck Midoriya, causing him to blush a deep shade of red that was certainly noticeable. He could feel it burn his cheeks, neck, and ears.

“Yup! You will, I’ll be back! For sure!” he nodded vigorously; quickly let go of Todoroki’s hand to wipe it on his pants due to sudden increase of sweat that magically appeared there, “Well would you look at the time, I better get going. Gotta help Uraraka with the… project?” he said weakly as he scampered to the door, trying desperately to escape further embarrassment, “Anyway, feel better! I’m sorry again! I can’t wait to, uh, see you again! Bye!”

Todoroki blinked twice at the door that’d just slammed in his face. He shut his eyes and sunk into his pillow, taking slow and steady breaths to try to keep his left side from igniting and heart from jumping out of his chest.

gladiolus-mamacitia  asked:

My mutuals are trying to seduce me into Ardyn Hell, I need some Gladdy to combat it! Please help!! \(º □ º l|l)/

OH NO, Gio dear!! I’m a one day a week resident of Ardyn Hell but it doesn’t have it’s grasp on me. I’ll help you out to run out of Ardyn Hell just like this beardie!

Originally posted by cutepetplanet

*hands over the Ardyn repellent*

First of all I recommend a Gladnis breakfast, that helps a lot. What is a Gladnis breakfast? It’s ramen and coffee. Simple.



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I tried to write a thing! I worked hard on it so I hope it’s good! Here we go.

“…-ack? Jack!”

The Irish, green-haired YouTuber flinched at the sound of his name. How long had he zoned out for? He swallowed before he replied, removing his hand from his mouth cautiously.

“Y-yeah? Sorry I’m kinda quiet.” As everyone this side of the Internet knows, this was far from normal for the usually loud jacksepticeye. It’s what he’s known for, after all, so he knew his friends would pick up on it if he was silent for too long. Especially if everyone else is talking.

“Nah, it’s fine, man. Are you okay? We were afraid you fell asleep on us or something.” Mark’s voice. As much as Jack wanted to shout “SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK” into the mic, he could barely bring himself to open his mouth, for fear he would be sick on himself in front of his friends (well, more or less, considering they were all just talking through the computer). He was fine all day up until halfway through playing, when he got a sudden, powerful surge of nausea out of nowhere. It’s a feeling he absolutely hated. He sucked in a labored breath and attempted once again to speak.

“Yeah, sorry about that. I dunno I just…I feel kinda sick. It’s weird because…” he paused to swallow and quickly covered his mouth with his hand as bile rose in his throat. He shivered as it went back down. “…I was fine all day until now.”

“It’s fine. Just take it easy, alright? Let us know if you need to take a break,” Mark reassured.

“Yeah, man, we’ll understand if you’re not feeling well.” Bob chimed in. Wade replied with a simple “Yeah,” to add to the conversation.

“Thanks, guys.” Jack said. He looked back towards the glowing computer screen in front of him. Him, Mark, Bob, and Wade were all playing G-mod Prop Hunt, and as far as Jack was concerned, he was still pretty well hidden. For now, at least. A minute soon passed, and Jack reached out for his keyboard to switch objects and change his hiding spot when he felt his stomach suddenly lurch. Quickly, he leaned forward to speak into the mic.

“I’ll be right back, guys,” he said. He didn’t bother waiting for a reply from his friends. He hurriedly set his headphones down on the desk and left his recording room, jaw clamped shut and hand pressed firmly against his lips. He rushed into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him, and knelt in front of the toilet, one arm clutching the bowl and the other wrapped around his stomach. He stayed in that position for a while, dreading what was to come but at the same time wishing it would just happen already so he could return to his friends and his game. The stale stench of toilet water filled his nostrils, a smell that only became familiar in moments such as these, as he leaned over the toilet bowl, his breathing labored.

After what felt like an eternity, Jack began to cough, which then progressed to gagging. Finally, he heaved, shutting his eyes tight as he threw up whatever it was within him that was making him sick. His throat burned and his mouth tasted of vomit. Slowly, he wiped his eyes and opened them, gazing into the toilet bowl. His eyes widened at what he saw.


Suddenly, the burning sensation was no longer just in his throat, but in his neck as well, accompanied by a powerful stinging and intense throbbing. Feeling something begin to slowly drip down his collarbone, he touched his fingertips gently to his neck. Blood stained them when he pulled his hand away. His throat appeared to have been cut open.

Frantic, Jack’s baby-blue eyes darted around the bathroom. This was no longer the room he was familiar with. The room was illuminated with eerie, dim red light, and blood dripped from the walls and ceiling, pitter-pattering onto the floor as a leaky ceiling would in a rainstorm. With widened eyes, Jack watched as the door slowly opened. There, in the doorway, stood a large, ominous figure, whose body looked not unlike Jack’s, its entire being cloaked in shadow. The most distinguishing thing about the figure was a pair of green, glowing eyes. The monster’s head tilted to the side and began to spasm and shake violently. Jack, frozen with terror, could only sit and watch for what felt like the longest two minutes of his life. Then, an unearthly scream emanated from the being, and rushed towards Jack, who also screamed in response, and he shut his eyes tight. Then, he reopened them.

And all was normal.

Frantic, with heart pounding and breathing rapid, Jack once again surveyed his surroundings. Normal bathroom. He touched a hand to his neck. No more neck wound. Shakily, Jack slowly stood up and flushed the toilet. All was…normal.

“What the fuck…” Jack whispered to himself. He made his way to the sink, and bent over it to brush his teeth and rinse his mouth of the horrid taste of vomit. Slowly he looked into the mirror, and what stared back at him was not Jack, but a doppelganger whose eyes were pitch-black, a wicked grin plastered on his face. A bloody wound stretched across his neck.

“A-Anti…” Jack whispered, terrified.

“I̺̙̪̿͊́ͮ̚̚'̫̱̜ͯ̍ͣ͑͛̽͘͡m̴̦͇̫̹̗ͣͤͧ̿ͮ̋͞ ̟̤͓͈͇͙̲̮̾̓̐̍̎͘a̢̺͉̰̺͌ḽ̇͝w̘̮̻͚̌̾͊͑͛ͤ͢a̴̮̾ͧ̊̈́͌̒̂͟y̡̛̻̼̥̓ͥ̐͞s̨̘̦̬͕̥̾̋ͤ͗͋͒͡ ̶̪̻̖͐͆̆̃t̐͐̽͐̉ͥͣ̏҉͎̜̫͓̳̜̞̰͘͜ḧ́̓͏͕̖̳͇̮̤͍̬̦ḛ̢̞̮ͬ̆̆̄͐̈́̎͠ŕ̩͙͖͙͙̙̖̫̄ͦͥ̑͟͠e̶̵̜͍̻̫̥͈͚̖̓͊̽̍̽ͮͯͤ” the being known as Anti spoke, and a loud, echoing, maniacal laughter emanated from his throat. The mirror broke, and Jack yelled out and jumped back in surprise, falling and smacking his head against the bathtub. His vision went dark and he conked out.

Jack awoke with a pounding in the back of his skull. His vision refocused slowly, and he pressed a hand to the spot where he had bumped his head. Suddenly, he remembered his friends, and he unsteadily rose, leaving the bathroom and returning to his recording room, worried that he had taken too long and they all had left. By the familiar sound of witty banter coming from his headphones, however, he knew immediately that that wasn’t the case. They were all still there, waiting upon his return. Jack checked the timer. He had only been gone for ten minutes.

“You guys still there?” Jack asked as he put his headphones back on and sat down in his green-and-black gaming chair.

“Hey, look who’s back!” Wade exclaimed.

“Hey, man, you feeling better?” Bob asked, sounding concerned.

“We were really worried about you. Hope you’re alright,” Mark added.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m alright,” Jack lied. He felt awful for lying to them, but if he told them the truth they would think he was going insane. Hell, if someone came up to Jack and explained to him what just happened, he wouldn’t believe them either!

“Sorry I took so long. I slipped over a bath mat and I hit my head on the tub. Blacked out for a bit. I’m alright, though.” While it wasn’t a complete lie, per se, it wasn’t the truth, either. It would just have to do until he could sort out that the actual fuck just happened. Even if he were to tell them the truth, what would he even say? He couldn’t begin to describe it, himself.

“Ooh. Sounds painful.” Mark said. “And you’re sure you’re alright?”

“Yeah…yeah, I’m fine.” Jack knew that was far from the truth. He was unsettled, disturbed. He was scared. He felt as if he was losing his mind. He’s seen Anti before, he’s been taken over by him before. But this, this was so much different than the last two times. It was as if Jack was living a real-life horror game. Until he figured out a game plan, he decided he was going to keep this to himself. So, he played off as if he were okay. Just for now.

“Are you okay to play a few more rounds, then?” Mark asked him.

“Sure, let’s do it.” Jack replied. Because at least playing a game with his friends could take his mind off of things. But, every now and again, through his headphones, he swore he could still hear the laughter.

“I̶͇͓̝̲̭̙͗͐̐ͯ͛ͨ͡ț̱̗̼̬̙͇̯͖̒̅̿̒̊̑ͤ͡'̗̜͓̂s̩͓̟̮̆͐͡ ̠̘͍̩͈͇̣̩̝̃͑̒̈́̈́̑ͤ̀̉m̨̖̻̬͂̒ͥͧ̓͂ͣ͒͗͡y̨̞̙̣ͭ̓̚ ̡̔ͤ̈̃͏̺̰͎̖͇͚ţ̹̱̜̰͙ͪ͐͡ų͖̣̼̹̯̅ͪ̒̔ͣͬ̍̋ŗ̙̦͍͔͒ͬͤͩͤ̏ͭ̌n̡̹̊̄̇̏̃̋̍͡ ̼͔̹͈̙̟̟͇̪ͨ͌ͪ̋ͭ͋̚͘͡n̷͖̦̮͋̍ǒ͎̜̳̺̗̦̹̹͐ͫw̧͎̤̭̺̘̗̘ͣͭ̈͑ͪͭ͒̉̐͞ͅ,̧̭̪̣͙̱̟͈̼̽̉ͣͬ̑̆ ͇̘̬̆ͧ͛̅ͮ͡J̘̞̩̲͔̞ͩ́̄́͘͝a̢͙͚̖̹̭̠͍̬̋̿́͟c̝̙̞̭̰̿̿ͪͤͯk̨ͦ̒̃̄͞͏̲̠̻̼͇.͓̤̥̥̂͗́ͩ̐̐ͥͧ̆̀ͅ”

Cryptic ABCs: Capelobo

The Capelobo is a Brazilian cryptid. It is essentially a vampiric tapir creature with a very foul stench.

The Capelobo takes two main forms. The human form is a large human with an anteater head. In its animal form, he resembles a large tapir. Both forms are covered in thick, matted red fur. Both forms also carry large claws and large fangs. It has an unearthly scream that can be heard for miles.

The creature is known to be very aggressive, but not usually towards humans. Their main choice of prey seems to be goats and cats. However, humans unlucky enough to encounter the beast can be stunned by its horrid stench, which can cause dizziness and nausea for days. Temporary impotence has also been reported. If a human is unfortunate enough to be attacked by a Capelobo, they can expect to have their brains sucked out and their neck artery completely ripped out. Sometimes they will rip their prey apart using their massive claws and fangs.

The Capelobo has a few strange qualities unique to its kind. The first is an imperviousness to most forms of attack. It’s fur can act as an armor, repelling everything from spears to bullets. The other is the fact that the transformation can be willing. If an elderly or sick person chooses to spend the end of their life in the woods, they will turn into a Capelobo. The only way to kill the beast is to stab it in the eye.

One of the more notable sightings took place in March of 1937 after over 100 heads of cattle were slaughtered. The men of the village were going to hunt the creature down, but upon hearing it’s terrible scream from the forest, they decided it was best to back down.


Writing Prompt  #43 requested by the wonderful @negansxlucille

“Squeeze my hand if you can hear me.”

Contains: angst, language and slight gore

Negan/reader (non romantic)

Originally posted by marci1900

Originally posted by grungedaddykinks

“They ambushed us!” You scream, desperately trying to find cover as the sharp ring of bullets struck around you. You clutched your own M4 A4, fully loaded as you find temporary refuge behind a thick tree. Nearby, you could hear screams of pain and Negan’s angry voice barking orders along with a stream of obscenities.

“Take these motherfuckers out!” you hear him say and you nod, barely peeking out from your post until you see a target. Lining the shot, you squeeze the trigger and the man instantly crumples to the ground. Your body is pumping with adrenaline, but you feel the fear beginning to ebb in. The Saviors had been in tight spots before, but this was different. This time we were completely unprepared. These Oceanside fucks acted as though they were surrendering their shit. It wasn’t until it was too late, that we noticed that most of the men were missing when we came to collect. That first head shot that took Marcus out was the tipping point and then everything went to shit. Your eyes look to your right and you see Jacob lying down motionless. His eyes were wide and glazed over and a line of blood was dribbling out of his mouth. Fuck Fuck FUCK! 

You clenched your jaw in concentration as you continued to take aim and taking them out. It was absolute chaos. You flinched when a bullet ricochets off a tree right next to you. That was too fucking clo-

A unearthly screamed was ripped from your lips when you feel a bullet tear through your midsection. Pain. Searing hot fiery pain. Falling to the ground, you hold your stomach and dig your fingers into the dirt, desperately pulling yourself in tighter behind the tree. Warm blood washes over your hand and your can’t stop yourself from sobbing. Out of panic. Out of fear. Out of anguish. Out of anger. Trying to gather yourself, you grip your gun with both hands, ignoring the way your fingers are slicked with blood. You see one of them about thirty feet away to your left. No doubt the one that shot you. He raises his gun to finish you off but you beat him to the punch. A spray of blood erupts from the back of his head and he collapses. 

You lean back against the tree and try to access your injury. There was an exit wound and you grimaced seeing your own blood spill onto the leaves. A wave of nausea hit you, and you started to feel very faint. No no no no. Not like this!

I…I’m hit!” You call out in a strangled voice, praying someone was nearby to help. It took you a moment to realize that the sound of gunfire had ceased. All you could hear was muffled shouting. Your hearing was going in and out and you can feel the shock start to envelope your body with a merciful numbness. Your hands clutch your stomach helplessly and your body begins to relax against the tree. Out of the corner of your eye, you see a pair of legs running over to you. On the brink of unconsciousness, you were barely aware of hands gently pulling you off the tree and laying you down on the ground.

“Squeeze my hand if you can hear me,” came the familiar Southern voice you had come to respect. All you could manage was the slight twitch of your fingers. Your eyes tried to focus on your leader above you but they were unable to. You were in a foggy state of delirium and barely even aware of your surroundings.

“Fuck fuck FUCK! We’re losing her! Can I get some goddamn help over here?!” You hear Negan yell over you, though it sounded as though you were hearing him underwater. More yelling, but it was garbled and too far away.

“God fucking dammit!” Negan turned back to you, pressing his own hands on your abdomen. “I can’t fucking lose anyone else today. I can’t.”

You wanted to say something to him. Anything. How it was an honor serving him. How you looked up to him, admired him really. How he taught you how to survive in this hell hole when you were left alone, the dead killing the rest of your group. Hell, you owed your life to him. Maybe this was how you repaid him.

You opened your mouth to speak but only a dry gasp escaped. For one brief moment your eyes focused and you could see him over you, his face a mixture of concern and anger. His eyes met yours and you used all of your remaining strength to give him one last demure smile.

And then you were gone.

Negan sat back on his heels, looking at her body with sadness. It was not an emotion he felt often, or at least not one that anyone saw. It was brief and then he shook his head, composing himself. Wiping the blood on his jeans, Negan stood up and turned to an approaching Dwight. His face was a mask of fury. Someone was going to fucking pay for this.

How many?” Negan asked in a cold merciless voice. Dwight hesitated before replying, “Eleven, sir. Three injured.”

He nodded slowly and closed his eyes. Taking a deep breath to collect himself, then once more turning to Dwight. 

“Line up all of their men left. None younger than thirteen. And kill them.”

Queen’s Reign Part 1

I wrote a thing

I had an idea for an FFXV OC and started writing stuff. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Part 1 Part 1.5   Part 2  Part 3

She remembered him vaguely from her childhood.
He wandered in an out of her memories with such fluidity that sometimes she could imagine he was always there, and sometimes that he was never there.
The most potent memory of him that she had, she recalled so keenly that her bones remembered it.
She had been very sick.
Her mother hardly left her side, only doing so when she was whisking up another potion to try to stop the aching, the hunger, the fever.
She’d even closed the shop to customers.
Her mother was an apothecary, she treated illness regularly with a high rate of recovery.
But she remembered some patients, so old and frail.
There was not a potion or salve to stop the effects of time.
Some wounds too severe to heal.
Her mother was known for numbing potions to ease pain until death came.
Alma remembered the different potions her mother had given her.
First one to increase her energy when she became fatigued, another to try and dissolve the black phlegm that she coughed up next. One to relieve the fever, one to feed her body when she couldn’t eat anymore.
She remembered when her mother came to her with the brew she hardly saw get any use.
“Here darling.” Her mother lifted her head off the pillow. “It’ll help you get some rest.”
She wasn’t in any more pain after that, didn’t even feel the ugly sores that grew as days passed, appearing where her body leaned too much into the mattress. The ones that her mother would slather a salve on so they wouldn’t get infected.
She remembered seeing him through her bedroom window that looked out into the street.
He was talking to her mother, his hand ruffling through his bright hair, he lowered his head to peak into her room and gave her a smile.
She’d hoped he would come in to tell her a story. It had been an awfully long time that he’d been away.
She heard the familiar trill of the bell above the door and the clunking of his boots on the floor.
He gave a shake of his head as he entered her room and tsked at her lightly.
“I hear you have quite the ailment my dear.” He’d pulled up a chair to her bedside without fear of catching whatever illness she’d had.
She was only able to nod. It was a weak, feeble attempt.
“Your mother is in a terrible state about it, and we can’t have that can we?” He leaned closer, smoothing a hand over her forehead.
He’d repeated the action several times and it unraveled the cold anxious knot in her chest that had been there for such a long time.
“Close your eyes my darling.” He spoke quietly.
His tone remained still in her memory after so many years, sometimes when she heard a man murmur, however much of a stranger they may be, she remembered his voice so well it was as if he was by her side once more.
His hand had been warm when he left it against her eyes.
A rattle in her skull that had been steadily growing louder as the days passed suddenly resembled unearthly screaming that pounded as loud as a drum.
It felt like her bones were shaking inside her skin, fighting and straining against muscle.
The aches her mother’s brew had hidden from her assaulting her in full force.
She felt his bones, his forehead resting on hers and she wondered if he could feel the screams that slammed against her.
Somewhere in the noise, she’d heard a soft hushing against her ear.
Whether he was trying to placate her or the screaming she still wasn’t sure, but the screaming began to relent.
It grew quieter, the rattling of her bones weakened.
If she weren’t exhausted, she might have heard the rattling screams faintly in her ear instead of rumbling in her head for a quick moment, followed by the sound of him breathing in, as if he’d put a bite of food in his mouth.
Then it was silent.
She couldn’t hear her breath or his, and she remembered wondering if she’d just died.
Her body still ached and her throat was raw, but it felt more like the flu she’d caught two summers before.
She couldn’t remember him leaving, or even lifting his head from hers. She must have been out cold. But she remembers waking up everyday for the next week feeling better and better, until all traces of whatever illness struck her were gone.
She never saw him again after that.
For years later she wondered if he’d caught the illness from her and died.
It was some years more that she came to understand that the man who entered and exited her life so frequently and unobtrusively was her father.
Her mother never said it, and she never asked. But she recognized her own features as his, and realized the visits were a way for him to be a part of her life, however briefly it lasted.

Darkness Falls

This was written for @roxy-davenport’s Halloween Writing Challenge. My song was Thriller by Michael Jackson.

Author: Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters:  Dean Winchester x female reader

Word Count: 2275

Warnings:  light smut, languague, mentions of blood, mentions of mental illness, use of restraints, mention of needles

Author’s Notes: I’m not even sure where this came from. I’m feeling angsty lately. I do reference the song multiple times throughout the fic, see if you can figure out where. In case I haven’t said it lately, thank you for reading my work.

Originally posted by kyoka-sui-get-su

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BTS Kinks - Yoongi

Originally posted by yngimn


Oral/ Denied Orgasm 

Rated: S (for sweet suga swag smut….) 

You both hated clubs, but your best friends birthday was occasion enough to push aside your pride and let lose for the night. Yoongi was a different story- he’d complained about coming the entire week leading up to the party- but you just hushed him with, ‘it will be fun’ and ‘we’ll stay for an hour- tops’, but that hour turned into two which turned into three, and so on until you could barely hold your drink. Nights like these were extremely rare, and your friends brought out the worst in you sometimes- but the sight of an extremely annoyed Min Yoongi only made this game more interesting. You’d never lost your cool with him before, but he stood there judging you like this was a normal occurrence- you were determined to give him a reason to judge purely out of spite.

The night had gotten out of hand and dancing with your girlfriends turned into not knowing who the man beside you was, which ultimately lead to a shrill of panic sent from the middle of the dance floor as the unknown man lay coveting his bleeding nose as you were pulled by a very strong hand out of the club and into the car.

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