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Alice In Borderland characters as Seven Deadly Sins

no offense but it's so exhausting that my posts get numbers like this

all the time but my donation posts barely get touched

im a trans, asian, disabled butch trying to escape a toxic/borderline abusive house

i really dont want to go into details but i really can't take it anymore. i have a roommate and apartment all lined up and owe my deposit of $1,300 by july 24th. i can't work until i move so i have no income.

if you want to help me escape heres where you can do so:

Horrortober Day 16 - Spell

I'm a little late today ^^ I had an internal argument about the character

Well, I decided to go with Barbatos from Obey me! A yandere Barbatos x Reader, basically

Horrortober Challenge by @yandere-sins and @pastelbirb

Tw: implied stalking; kidnapping

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➤ Day 16: Spell “It’s like you put a spell on me.” | Make your drawing magical!

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He was so … polite when you first met him.

He visited the café you worked at with two other men and had asked for the person who had made the cake. You were about to leave when your colleague came to find you and told you all about the customer. When you went to the front and introduced yourself as the person responsible for all the cakes and other sweets that were sold he showered you with compliments.

Introducing himself as Barbatos, he asked you about the cake and later about your job in particular. You told him that you were a confectioner and all you could about the cake - except for the details you had changed in the recipe. It would still come out well if he wanted to make one himself just not exactly like yours.

He was very nice and easy to talk to but it didn’t escape your notice that his two friends were watching with great interest as he kept on talking to you. “Never thought he could be such a chatterbox,” the raven haired one quietly said to the redhead. So, it seemed he was normally more quiet.

It didn’t matter much to you, after all, you’ll probably never talk to him again. Still, it was a nice conversation so a smile came naturally to your face and you stayed quite a bit longer than normal.

Life went on like usual after that day until one day your colleague asked you to come up front again. To your great surprise you were greeted by Barbatos once more.

“I tried to bake your cake. It came out great but … not exactly like yours,” he admitted kinda sheepishly. It was actually really cute. “Yeah, that’s just because I don’t make it exactly like the original recipe wants you to, but if I told my little secret to our customers then who’d come here to buy anything?” “Ah, I understand.” He smiled sweetly and you happily smiled at him in return. He really was a nice guy, even though you didn’t know much about him.

The next time you met him was by chance. You were on vacation and just strolled through town a little looking at the window displays of the shops when you felt a tap on your shoulder. Needless to say that you were quite surprised to see him standing behind you as you turned but you soon had forgotten about that as he engaged you in a lively conversation. He was so easy to talk to and pretty soon you found yourself on a bench in the quiet part of the park talking to him.

Nothing special. At first you had talked about the day - what you were doing and that kinda stuff - and then a little more about cakes. Then the topic shifted a little to be about what he was doing - seemed he was some kind of butler.

“It was really cute seeing you the other day. You were on the playground with a little child.” “Well, yes. I was looking after my nephew.” That was weird. You were sure there were no other people around that day. Barbatos seemed to catch on to your sudden discomfort and changed the topic.

“You know, it is really bewitching.” “Bewitching? What is?” That sudden remark caused you to smile a little in confusion. He smiled back at you. “Your smile is. It’s like you put a spell on me.” Your expression went blank and you shifted in your seat causing him to raise a brow in question. It wasn’t even two months ago when you broke up with your last partner in a very unpleasant way, so you didn’t really like the way this conversation was going.

“It was really nice meeting you again, Barbatos. I gotta go now.” As abruptly as you stood up you didn’t notice his expression changing. What you did notice was when he caught your wrist to stop you from leaving. “I’m sorry Barbatos but I really have to go now.” When he looked up at you he had a polite smile on his face that didn’t give away his real emotions. “It’s so nice hearing you say my name.” Startled, you looked at him. He was right. It was the first time you had actually used his name. “Could … could you let go of me now?” “Can you say it again?” His expression remained unreadable. “Barbatos” you said, pulling your arm to remind him of your request but he didn’t let go.

“You know, I wanted to be patient but coming here isn’t that easy for me and I can’t leave my Lord Diavolo all to himself over a prolonged period of time …” He seemed to think about something while you stared at him confused. What was he even talking about?

“Yes,” he finally said “I think it’s best if I just take you with me. Then you can just show me how you’ve changed the recipe of your cakes.”

You stared at him in confusion that soon turned to pure horror when his appearance changed in front of you: Somehow he suddenly had strange bone like wings attached to his head but what caught your attention more was the split tail loosely wrapping around your waist.

Terrified you tried to get out of his grib yet even though he wasn’t holding you with much force you couldn’t get his hand to open no matter what you did. Barbatos continued to smile at you and even tried to calm you down a little but you didn’t want to be calmed down. Breathing way too fast you still tried to get your hand out of his hold until you felt too dizzy to continue your struggle. Barbatos easily caught you once your legs gave way.

“Don’t worry, (y/n). You’ll like it.” That was the last you heard before you blacked out.

He was so polite when you first met him.

How could you have been so wrong?

I don't think I can ever put into words how much I just appreciate Mammon as a character

"Jerk with a heart of gold" is a trope that has been used over and over again, and while I usually like it well enough, OM! does it so well

They make it believable with Mammon and contextually they give us reasons to why he is the way he is.

And they don't drag out the illusion of the "Jerk" as along as I've seen other stories do. In around Lesson 4 they immediately start dismantling the "asshole" first impressions we made between Lesson 1 to 3 while still keeping Mammon as someone who is just naturally kind of a jackass

Also with the "Jerk with a heart of gold" trope the characters it involves tend to have this sort of uber "masculinity" where they keep things to themselves and don't talk about emotions or get emotional, they tend to be pessimistic and/or stoic, they don't ask for help etc

Mammon on the other hand is probably the most emotionally intelligent of his brothers and on multiple times he's been shown to be able to talk others down from spiralling negative thoughts, he's very emotional and wears his heart on his sleeve, MC describes him as "genuine and innocent", he's optimistic and bright and happy, he cries very easily and he doesn't keep secrets from MC, and he believes people should just ask for help when they're in trouble instead of bottling it up

He's not rough & tough and emotionally unavailable with his love interest either. He's very overt about how much he cares for them (whether he means to be or not), he goes out of his way to do nice things for them, he seems to care more about consent than even MC does. He's an extremely loving & caring partner while still maintaining the ability to be a little shit towards MC and tease 'em & give them hell

Mammon is still very much a jerk - like there's no doubt about it - he's just naturally someone who has fun by messing with others but he's not a jerk like everyone else is

Mammon's just a breath of fresh air to the trope and I love him for it

Hidden Surprise Mugs

Marie Claude Roch on Etsy

The Painting teaser

Pairing : Jonghyun x female reader

Genres : Horror, angst, TBA

Summary : The painting of the monstrous man had always enthralled you. But what if he was enthralled by you too?

Warnings: TBA

Collab:  This is for the Don't Breath collab hosted by @junjungsunwoo. Thank you for letting me take part. This is the first time I'm writing horror so I enjoyed!​

Release Date: 1st October 2021

WC: TBA

She stood in front of the painting, the same one she had stood before years ago.

It was tucked away in a corner hall of the museum.

No one wanted to see such a gruesome painting. So it had to be kept away.

She remembered the first day she saw it.

She had been just five, cradled in her father's arms.

The print of the horrifying-looking man ripping human limbs had been scary, but something had attracted her to it.

And she came back there, again and again. First with her father, and then all alone when he had gotten tired of taking her there again and again, despite him warning her about it.

And she would have stared at the painting for more years to come hadn't it been for the rumour about their town.

A rumour which was unfortunately true.

Every last day of the month, people were killed.

Just one.

And each time, the cause of death was different.

And that ugly rumour had led to family to move away and she never saw that painting ever again.

But now she was back again after many years, but this time as a journalist ready to solve the mystery behind this.

She had waited eagerly for the whole week. Waiting for the last day of the month.

And now here she was back again, on the 31st of October, staring at the painting once more.

She hadn't meant to come here tonight. She had intended to stay in town and find out the mystery behind these horrors.

But something, something inside had her had told her to come here first.

At first, she thought it was nostalgia.

But now she could only feel horror as she stood in the semi-darkness. She could feel the hair standing at the back of her neck as her stomach curled in fear.

The painting was still the same. Exactly same.

But the monstrous man from the painting was missing.

And she could see him standing in the shadows of the corner of the room.

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The greatest enemy to a spider...

A PLASTIC CUP

Tao: Sorry I can't make it today or ever. All of this stress is bad for the baby.

Junmyeon: ...What baby??

Tao: Me.

Anomaly

F!Reader x EXO

Genre: Angels/Demons AU

Warning: Lies, Manipulation, Chocking, Burning, Broken Bones, Fire, EXO OT12

Words: 2.4K

Chapters:

One | Two | Three | Four (Coming Soon)

Prompt: You grew up in a happy home despite being abandoned as a child. Or at least it was happy until one revelation starts shinning a light on all the questionable things that surrounded your family. That is if they ever had your best interest at heart.

“They’re not your parents.”

    You knew that, and a lot more, although you made no comment. You didn’t know why you had been called into the principal’s office to talk about this, let alone with two other strangers in the room. Regardless they seemed to be expecting some kind of response and you could only think of one.

“Yeah, I’m adopted.”

“Well, yes, but the papers are fake.”

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The Forgotten Truth

F!Reader x Suho

Genre: CEO/Yandere AU

Warning: Medicine, Anxiety, Abuse

Words: 1.8K

Chapters:

One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six (Coming Soon)

Prompt: After surviving a devastating car accident you awoke with amnesia, no memory of who you were, and the only connection to your past was your husband, Suho. The CEO of the biggest pharmaceutical company in the world, who loved you to the ends of the universe, even if you didn’t remember him. You knew his love was true, cause even if you couldn’t remember, you felt your love for him in your heart. Three years later you’re as happy as you can be with him, but there’s just something that’s not right, and you’re no so sure you can figure out what.

    You didn’t notice the tears until they hit the pages of the journal. A feeling of hope was blooming inside you, the hope that you’d actually get out of this house and be free. Your fingers traced over his handwriting, somewhat afraid you were hallucinating, but seeing a bit of ink smudge, you could let yourself have hope. Now it felt like you were actually getting somewhere, and that you actually had a chance to live.

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