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This is @the-acolytes-collection
I found this in the family photo album.
Itâs u
It may be >:)) The federal crime part is definitely right
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bloody painter x reader first date ?
Helen didnât really know what to expect from this âdateâ. In his former life, he hadnât had much of a positive experience with others, definitely not enough to warrant a first date. But with you, everything was different.
You had come into his life unexpectedly, and he appreciated the company that you brought. You talked to him even if all he would give in return was a nod. He could listen to you for hours, even if you talked about things that he didnât fully understand. You were quiet when he needed it and could appreciate his art when he showed you some of his smaller pieces.Â
When you had suggested to him to have an official âfirst dateâ, he had been a little confused. Hadnât the times you and him had been together been dates? You just nudged his shoulder and told him not to worry about it.Â
You had messaged Helen yesterday, telling him to meet at your favourite spot in the park at eleven-thirty. When he asked what you were planning, you told him to wait and see.
The spot you had given to him was a quiet, secluded space off the beaten trail. As the trail went over the stream and further towards the pond, a side-path that was used more by deer than people. It led to an outcropping of flat rocks that served as a great space to get away from people. He had shown you it when you both went on a walk.Â
Arriving at the space, Helen was taken slightly aback. Set out on the rocks were a few blankets and a trash bag. On top of the blankets were snacks the both of you enjoyed, and on top of the trash bag were two already finished paintings and palettes at the ready. And of course, there was you.
You were dressed comfortably, though he could see the jewelry and makeup you wore to âdress upâ. You beamed at him and stood to meet him.
âYou made it!â You held out your hand, and he placed his gloved one in it. You cupped his hand with both of yours now, and he squeezed affectionately. Helen didnât always want physical affection, and you respected that.
He nodded. âWhat do you have planned?â
You got a mischievous glint in your eyes and led him to the scene you had set up. You sat down on the blanket and he followed suit. Helen took the snacks and drink you offered, setting them aside for now.Â
âWell,â you began, gesturing to the canvases. On one, there was a simple scene of a creek in autumn, surrounded by birch trees. The other was a residential street in spring, white houses and pastel flowers.Â
âI found this idea online and have always wanted to try it. We take a painting and breathe new life into it, so to speak. Iâll let you choose first.â You smiled at him, waiting for him to take one.Â
Helen looked at you for a moment, before gesturing to the paintings. âYou choose first.âÂ
You gave him a surprised expression, regarding him curiously. âAre you sure?â
He rolled his eyes, a small smile dancing on his lips. He gestured again.
You picked the autumn creek painting, settling down into mixing your paints and changing the scene. He watched you for a moment, following your tentative brush strokes before picking up the other canvas. He regarded it, focusing on the larger pieces he wanted to change before he could work at the details. So he began to work as well.
You and Helen painted without a word between you. The silence was filled by the bubbling creek and the trees shifting in the wind. He could hear you humming softly sometimes, tunes and songs he didnât recognize. He stopped sometimes, to watch you work at the painting. Sometimes, while he was focusing on getting a detail just right, he could feel your eyes on him. He felt a little proud when he would catch you staring, your cheeks flushing that beautiful red and turning back to your painting. The sun had travelled across the sky, and by the time you both had slowed to a stop, it was around one-fifteen.Â
You broke into your snacks and drink and laid down against the blankets. Helen observed the way your back almost arched and your peaceful expression. He watched you for a few minutes before you turned your face to him.
âAll done?â You asked softly.
He nodded and leaned over to snatch your painting from your feet. He ignored your protest as he looked at what you had created.
You had refreshed the colours, the yellow leaves standing out against the blue of the creek and fluffy white clouds. Two figured stood by the creek, one matching the colours you sported and the other with black hair and a blue jacket.Â
His breath caught a little, and a smile graced his features. Though it wasnât perfect, there was a kind of soul in the painting that made him pause.Â
âI know it isnât perfect, and definitely not up to your skill level, but I-â Helen interrupted you by grabbing your hand and kissing the top of it. Blood rushed to your face to match your shocked expression, and he admired it for a moment. He set your painting down and grabbed his, holding it in his lap.
Regaining your senses, you grabbed it from his hands. Bringing it up to your face, you were in awe of what he had accomplished. The shadows and light were much harsher and defined. The houses looked run-down, covered with vines and small flowers. Cracks had appeared in the road and sidewalk, and weeds grew up between them.
âWow!â You exclaimed. âIt looks like an entirely different painting.âÂ
Helenâs chest puffed out in pride as he took in your compliments. Setting his painting down, you turned to him and took his gloved hand.
âThank you for agreeing to do this, Helen.â Your gaze dropped to your intertwined hands. âI know this isnât what youâre used to, but I wanted to do something I know youâd enjoy as well.â
Helen shifted onto his knees and leaned over, brushing a feather-light kiss on your forehead. Your eyes snapped up to meet his as he settled back.
âI always like spending time with you, dove.â He moved his thumb over the back of your hand.Â
You smiled at him, eyes sparkling with admiration and maybe even a touch of love. Helen realized in that moment that he would do anything to keep that expression on your face and that he needed to keep you around for as long as possible. You were his dove, and nothing could take you from him.
đ soulmate au with hoodie ?
The day was mostly cloudy, the sun struggling to peek through. Hoodie preferred this weather, the kind of day where people preferred to stay inside and out of his way. It also felt more real, in a sense. As a person without a soulmate, he couldnât see colour at all. Everything was a shade between black and white. Considering his line of work, he never really believed that he had a person that was meant for him. And he preferred it this way. But of course, something had to come along and pull him out of the safety of his normalcy. He had been walking down the street, his hood pulled low and his head down when he felt his sturdy body collide with someone else, sending Hoodie stumbling back and the stranger to the cement. He shook his head, rubbing his chest where he received the impact. Turning to the person on the ground, he went to growl out a threat and walk away. But what he saw glued him to his spot. At first, it was their eyes. So brilliant, almost sparkling. Wide with astonishment, he noted. No doubt he looked the same. He took in the colour of their hair and skin, the clothes they were wearing. His gaze went to the street, seeing bright signs on storefronts and the vibrant green of the trees that lined the road. The sky he could see between the clouds was pale, same as the sun, but he could see the difference between the blue and the yellow now. He looked down at his own hands, seeing the colour of his own skin and clothes for the first time. âO-oh, wow. This is-this is really it, isnât it?â A shaky voice drew him to the stranger. When he actually focused on them and not just the colour, he found them to be attractive, stunning even. They had pulled themselves up from the ground, looking around in amazement. Returning to him, they looked up into his dark eyes. âHi.â They smiled, sticking out their hand. âMy name is (y/n). Itâs great to finally meet you.â âIâm Brian.â He said slowly, grabbing their hand lightly. The two looked at each other for a while, reacting to the other and the new world around them. His alter hadnât spoken up either, though they were present in his mind. The stunned silence was ruined be his phone, ringing from his pocket, startling them both. Snatching it, he answered the call. It was Masky, grumbling about some new orders he had received from their boss. They needed to meet immediately. Brian grumbled out an affirmative before hanging up. He went to step around them, but was stopped once again by their beautiful eyes. They looked up at him, a little confused but still amazed. He couldnât help how his heart clenched. All Brian wanted to do was take them home and keep them safe. But at the moment, home wasnât safe. Nowhere with him was. âDo you need to go?â They asked, unable to keep the sadness creeping into their voice. Brian nodded solemnly. They looked down at their feet. Knowing he needed to do something, he pulled out a pen and notepad from his pocket. He was used to carrying one on him when he didnât want to speak but needed to be understood. Tapping it, he held it out to them. âOh!â They exclaimed, lighting up. âDid you want my number?â He nodded, quicker this time, taking a small bit of joy in the way they smiled as they scribbled down the digits. He took the objects back and tucked them away for safe-keeping. âI guess this is goodbye.â They spoke, then added on. âFor now, I mean!â In an uncharacteristic move, he grabbed their hand and held it close to him, squeezing it lightly. Blood rushed to their cheeks, and Brian found himself loving the colour. âFor now.â He repeated, slowly letting go of their hand and stepping around them. He pulled his hood around his head as he headed in the direction of the park. He tried not to let himself get too distracted by the new colours the world had taken on or the memory of how soft and small their hand had been in his. He pulled his mask on, noticing the crimson stood out a lot more from the black now, and found Masky, ready to begin their new assignment. As Hoodie took control, Brian made a promise to himself. He would see them again, no matter the risks. He would be by their side until his last breath, as much and as often as he could. They were his, damn it. And nothing was going to take them from him.
Yâall Really Wanted Crab Cakes Huh
Ok ok!! Here it is finally! I can drop my grandpaâs recipe if yâall like crab cakes, I know theyâre one of my faves đđ«
@creepy-bi-day, @the-acolytes-collection, @cryptic-writings, @maine-anon, @fuck-mcgee
YOU DISAPPEARED FROM MY ENTIRE TUMBLR FOR LIKE A MONTB AND I COULDNT FIND YOU BUT HAHA MOTHERFUCKER YOU CANT HIDE FROM ME
oH NO IâVE BEEN FOUND
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You need to turn the volume up
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This is also @the-acolytes-collection with fucking teeth I stfgâ
UđŠ·U âšâšMy inclination towards teefs is completely validâšâš UđŠ·U
I canât believe people are supporting you, this whole fandom is racist af. ACAB, fuck the military and silence =violence
Hey, first of all, I donât understand what I did?
Also, how is someone supporting me as an individual racist? If anything you seem to be a bit rash.
I stand with you on two of the mentioned statements, but the military isnât as affiliated with the head of state as you think. Please at least research stuff before you attack blindly.
If this is in reference to the protests and the National Guardâs presence there, please know they act on the orders of the governerâs of the state they reside in, not on military orders.
Also, if youâre going to attack anyone, itâs me. Donât you dare bring anyone else into this. It shows that youâre a coward and canât even decide where to place blame.
I donât understand why theyâre attacking you at all. Youâve already said elsewhere that you support ACAB, BLM, and have stated several times that silence=violence.
If this person is too much of a coward to come off anon and/or too much of an idiot to realize that the military =/= the national guard AND that you support all the things listed above, then they can go try to bother someone else.
And if this anon ends up reading this, come on man. Find something productive to do. Your asks are nothing but fodder and arenât doing anything
Rainy Days
My first ever commission!!Â
@poweranon hereâs your Cody fluff!
Warnings: thunderstorms, cursing, mind rotting fluff
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Habit s/o microwaves those canned hotdogs and he just walks in offended like how dare my s/o eat trash âit's good trash gremlin manâ, safe to say gremlin man makes his s/o food regardless if they want it or not
Gremlin man also canât cook. So youâre eating whatâs basically burned dog food
c-canned hotdogs??
May I carry out the execution of rake fuckers??? -sneaky
The honor is yours đ
Honour*
Okay, i had a dumb idea where the creeps have a s/o that will like, make a pillow/blanket nest in a closet and hide there when they're overwhelmed/scared and now i gotta see it with big demon boy EJ and maybe Helen -Mothman anon
What the FUCK is up moth!!! THANK U for always supplying me with prime EJ content đ€đ€đ€đđđđđđ
@the-cryptids-way just one case đđ«
Jack
- I mean yeah this poor boy had some anxiety problems as a human that only got worse when he became a demon
- He doesnât get overwhelmed by physical people or things as much as he does by noise
- But he does know different things trigger different people, so he tries to learn your triggers as quickly as possible to make sure he doesnât accidentally drag you into situations that will overwhelm you
- He always really like the concept of a literal safe closet, when heâs overwhelmed he climbs trees out in the woods and just kinda sits there for a while
- He lends you ALL of his comfiest blankets and pillows from his bed, maybe a hoodie or two if theyâre not bloodied
- He doesnât even realize that they all have his scent on them, which is so much more calming to you, so he just thinks itâs flattering that he helps you feel better
- He would never, NEVER go into your closet or open doors to where you were hiding if youâre overwhelmed. He wonât even text you
- His kind of panic attacks are ones where he doesnât want to talk or interact with anyone, so he takes the safe route and lowkey avoids you at first
- He also gets VERY skeptical if you ever ask him to check in on you or come cuddle with you, but he gets used to it
- Hear me out,,,, you know how therapy dogs and even cats will lay their heads on you/even lick you if they sense youâre tense
- :)
- Jack thank you for trying to help but please donât lick me
Helen
- As a painter this man knows ALL about calming colors or cool color schemes
- So as soon as you introduce him to your little space heâs IMMEDIATELY like âthis has to go. This is too bright. This color is just ugly. Neons?? During a panic attack?? What are you thinking! More blue here. Green on the ceiling. NO, not puke green, Monet green. Yes. Do you want a lovely Van Gogh in hereâ
- Like⊠babe.⊠itâs about the Softness. The Textures. Itâs usually dark in here anyway
- While he does have minor anxiety issues, he doesnât really need a dedicated or decorated space to cam down, he just needs some peace and quiet for a second
- He sees your space as more of a cute little hang out so he WONâT hesitate to just knock, say âyoo-hoo!â and just walk in
- Ofc if youâre like âHelen please donât do thatâ heâll stop, but he is gonna sit outside the door the whole time and be worried about you
- He eventually learns that all your senses have to be soothed, not just your vision, so he starts buying little tapestries or blankets with his favorite paintings on them to give to you
- Heâs learning little by little, at first he just brought back stuff he thought was fun, like those sequin pillows or some cow skin-esque stuff or suede
- He wears gloves a lot so he doesnât know that those textures can be Icky to some people, but heâs more than happy to throw them in his own little pillow corner and try again to find something you like
- He has memorized a ton of locations where you said âthis is niceâ or âoh this is so pretty and calmingâ and gone back to paint them for you to hang up :,)
Ooh, may I request the proxies walking in on S/O and another pasta having a rap battle in the living room (and S/O is totally killing it)? Bonus points if they're rapping to Epic Rap Battles of History. Thank you~!
i listened to erb for the first time and honestly, this request was lots of fun, even though i might have gotten a bit sidetracked
pure crackhead energy - i sincerely hope you enjoy it
+ ticci tobyÂ
+ if he ever did walk in on his s/o having a rap battle with someone, heâd be a bit upset that they went ahead and did it without him
+ but that all melts away when the theatrics start
+ haha thats funny because that would never happen
+ BEN and toby are most likely to organize these re-enactments so itâs bold of you to assume toby wouldnât already be there to do one with you
+ thatâs how you found yourself in a surprisingly elaborate costume, next to toby, in a similar attire, who is fixing a blond wig on
+ across from you stand clockwork, as clyde, and a jane who ended up in the role of bonnie against her own will - natâs tipping her hat, grinning, while jane twirls a toy pistol in her hands
+ you fix the small tiara on his head and thatâs when the shows start
+ BEN drops the beat and clockwork steps in front of her jane
+ âiâll handle this darlinâ, iâm known to fire off some barsâ
+ the two gals are surprisingly good and their accents are on point
+ but you and toby have been practicing too
+ you have to bite back a laugh as you face him and start your verse âmy love, your face is beauty to behold, i will protect thine honourâ
+ all the sass the brunet has comes out as he raps to julietâs lines
+ jane and clockwork watch you prancing around behind him, trying to keep their shocked expressions from crumbling into a fit of laughter
+ nat then points a finger at him
+ âhey partner, you better put a muzzle on your missusâ she growls playfully as you hold your juliet close protectively
+ jane pulls out the toy pistol and pretends to shoot at toby
+ you never knew his voice could go so high
+ âthen i shall kill myself, on my stomach i shall lie,â you weep as you dramatically pull out a waterbottle and gobble it down
+ âoops nevermind! my flesh was merely grazed!â your boyfriend happily announces. âwhereâs romeo? oh nOMEO thereâs poison on your face!â
+ he takes a knife, sticks it under his armpits so to make it seem as if it was planted in his heart and collapses onto the floor again
+ the show is unable to go on as âclydeâ bursts into loud laughter at tobyâs fake-spasming on the floor
[romeo and juliet vs bonnie and clyde]
+ hoodie
+ the beat was what caught his attention
+ he walks into the living room just as you âstep right inâ, dressed in a black turtleneck and jeans
+ then he watches as toby borderline twerks behind you as you diss jeff who is supposedly bill gates [with a shabby wig]
+ he lost a bet okay ?
+ cue money being rained on everyone by toby while jeff tries to rap the aids donation part
+ then you get slapped with an iphone
+ but that doesnât throw you off your game, not even slightly
+ he has no idea whatâs happening but he goes along with it
+ so under his mask, heâs smirking, amused
+ he thinks the peak of crachead energy is when youâre picked up by toby and carried away, acting out your ascent to heaven
+ he is wrong
+ jeff really gets into the next bit, spitting out the verse with incredible aggressiveness
+ âfine, you wanna be like that? dIE THENâ
+ just as hoodie expects the little show to end
+ the lights dim
+ BEN floats over to the center, his arms full stretched out
+ his voice is distorted as he looks at jeff, eyes glowing red, a condescending smirk on his face
+ âiâm sorry bill, iâm afraid i canât let you do thatâ
[steve jobs vs bill gates]
+ masky
+ masky immediately backs out of the room and closes the door
+ but then toby comes through the door, pushing him in
+ so your boyfriend just crosses his arms and watches as you put on an itchy-looking beard and as BEN steps out dressed like that kid from pokemon
+ the blond boy starts, throwing a pokeball at your feet
+ masky: ???
+ he is about to leave again when you jump in
+ âyouâre so ineffective, you couldnât even turn 11âł you retort in a gruff voice
+ masky chokes back on a laugh as the elf looks at you, overdramatically shocked
+ BENâs comeback has more intensity in it as he floats up, circling around you
+ you look unfazed and your boyfriend has to admit, heâs getting quite the kick out of this
+ he thinks the lines are so clever
+ âi am dar-winningâ, âTB and scarlet fever, gotta catch em all!â, âit was hard losing my daughters and their brother, as hard as the wood that oak gave your motherâ
+ heâs doubled over, shoulders shaking as he holds onto a chair to keep his balance
+ you see him wipe away a tear as you finished
+ heâll never let you live it down though. except teasing for years to come
[ash ketchum vs charles darwin]
Reading your head cannons for biker Jeff made me want to send him so much love omg- How would our boy react to a soft S/O who is always giving him so much love and makes sure he's doing ok? They even pack little lunches for him.
+ jeff would have a really hard time with someone like that
+ his first instinct is to drive them away, no matter what it takes. this could be from making them really uncomfortable or scaring them until they leave
+ he doesnât understand why theyâre so nice and caring to someone like him
+ heâll reluctantly warm up to them and let them hang around him
+ once the two get in a relationship
+ well
+ letâs just hope his s/o has a lot of patience. biker jeff wouldnât be as toxic as normal jeff, but dating him is still not ideal
+ heâs reckless, borderline manic depressive and he deals with it in less than healthy ways
+ heâll start to get nicer as time goes by - after all, this is someone heâs beginning to care for - but itâll always be behind closed doors
+ he definitely feels embarrassed about displaying affection publicly so heâll be quick to brush them off after a kiss
+ jeff will also make sure heâs not around others when he eats the lunch they packed him
+ he doesnât want to lose face in front of his crew
+ because he wants to be his s/oâs man [i.e. protect them, take care of them, play the traditional male role in the relationship], heâll start to be more careful when he ride his motorcycle
+ just for the sake of his partner
+ heâll take them for late-night rides to abandoned buildings outside of them and cuddle with them in peace, away from prying eyes
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*Read at 4:45pm*
hhfhgfh iâve never written a fanfic and shared it like this go easy on meEEEÂ Just some habit porn for @creepy-bi-day as well as @the-violet-acolyte @fekst-fuckerÂ
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Fluff with the roger brothers, like cody's birthday is being celebrated for the first time with toby and they go out and splurge plz??? Thank you!!! -sneaky anon đđ€đ€đ€
This took the longest. BUT! it was a blast to write. Sorry itâs a bit rushed though, I just wanted to finish it.
Birthday
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