#how are yooouu?

[welivefast-dieyoung]

DUA AND CALLUM ENGAGED?!??????

[jams-sims]

New stim unlocked FUCK YOOOUU GEPPETOO!!

I love how they actually had someone speak the languge of the time. An Cesare replies only in english lol

[linddzz]

I'm not gonna lie "jayce is protective/possessive in a way that a guard dog is" and "but a guard dog has a collar and a leash" have changed my brain chemistry on a molecular, nay, atomic level oh my god I'm a changed person nothing is gonna be the same *feral screaming*

Thank yooouu!!!! I am pretty pleased with that framing for them ever since it occured to me when I was writing out that protective/possessive Jayce post! It really clicked using that description as the summation of the VIBE I got from them even in Season1. That vibe where it's undeniable that Jayce is more physically forward and LOOKS like he's taking charge in those moments where he puts a hand out to hold Viktor back and it LOOKS at first like Viktor just goes along with things.

But there is just. That vibe. That sense. Something about noticing how much Jayce can act assertive but very much wants someone else directing him as Season1 goes. Something about how he's always moving around Viktor. And part of it clicks when you see him putting his head in Mel's lap repeatedly like every single giant dog that does not realize they are not lap size. Then somethinnggg about "man every time he's doing that or even talking to Mel he ends up talking about Viktor huh"

And THEN the something...something about Viktor. About his mix of quiet introversion but the very self assured confidence he carries himself with. The way if something frustrates him he looks over at Jayce like "do something about that." The way that as soon as they partner up it's like he becomes this quiet pivot point holding lots of eye contact while pushing Jayce to do crimes and then being the force of calm confidence as the pressure mounted trying to stabilize the hexgem for the first time. Something about how he always takes Jayce's constant touches and physical looming like it's perfectly natural and you don't know why, but it doesn't feel like Jayce is imposing on him???

And then (for me at least lmao) that exchange on the bridge makes it all CLICK. Jayce got so wound up he ended up snapping at Viktor (bc he is a high energy dog and his response to stress/fear is baring teeth lmao) and Viktor does not even look up as he smacks Jayce's hand away. Does not GLANCE at Jayce as he very pointedly moves away from him and out of Jayce's personal space bubble. And Jayce's hand flinches where it's held out and he immediately says "I'm sorry" in the smallest voice. And THEN, only THEN does Viktor allow the hand on his back to lead him away and you realize. holy shit. Jayce has earned touching privileges back. Holy shit.

and MAN I am usually NOT AT ALL into the idea of D/s dynamics as a lifestyle thing but with those maniacs it's like. Oh you two never even discussed that this is the dynamic. Y'all are just LIKE THAT. If Viktor ever called Jayce "good boy" even as a joke you just KNOW Jayce would DROP to his knees like it's an instinct (making for a hilariously awkward day at the lab)

come with me anon come with me everyone, we gonna explore Dom/sub dynamics that have bonkers types and layers of power exchange nuances in em

[livelaughlovesubs]

Hey Nini! Sooo I was wondering if maybe you can write about how the kings + Eligos would be and react while having a vibrator in them in public, controlled in public.

:) also how are yooouu?

- 🐼

Hey dear, I’m doing well~ here is the fic you requested, hope you don’t mind how long it took

I’m not going to do lucifer, cuz we don’t know much about him yet, I don’t want to speculate sorry

Satan

This is hell, and he’s the one that told you that, to enjoy yourself to the fullest. Then he also has to help you with that, no? Devils are pretty shameless things, so he definitely would mind it. But maybe he’ll mess things up to provoke you, your anger really tastes delicious after all.

You were walking down the streets of Gehenna, holding satans hand. The two of you looked like a newlywed, an innocent couple spending time together. On this day a second hand market opened on the streets, many devils came out to gift or sell their stuff. “Hey Satan, what do you think of this gun?” You pointed towards one of the many weapons on the display, Satan scoffed, “you don’t need those things, I’ll protect you.” “Yea right…” somehow you didn’t sound convinced, but instead sarcastic. The seller tried to promote his stuff and said, “your majesty Satan! But they look really interested in buying one, and you never know if you won’t need one…”

He growled, “are you doubting my abilities? Want me to show it to you?” “No no no! Not at all, your majesty..! I- I’m sorry!” “Let’s get go- aAHhh.” Suddenly a moan erupted from the devil king, surprising everyone that heard it. “Did I hear it right?” “Was it.. his majesty..?” No one knew what was going on, except for you two. You had to give it your all to not start grinning stupidly, fingers playing with the remote in your pockets. Satan slammed some money onto the desk and took the gun with him, then he took you by your wrist and stomped off. You couldn’t help but laugh silently, giggling like an idiot.

“Hmmm? What’s gotten into you? Are you alright, Satan?” You acted clueless as you two walked past the other stalls. It was cute how his legs shook, but you had to admit, he was doing pretty good pulling himself together. “Look at me, Satan, what’s wrong?” Teasing him even more, trying to provoke him. When he did turn around, you had to bite your lips to keep your composure. His face was all red, teeth clenched together and sweating, his breathing was also uneven and shaky. The vibrator was buzzing around inside him, enough for his mind to get clouded by lust. And the fact you made him almost get caught fuelled his lust. “I need it, now.” That wasn’t a plead, it was a command, a need of his. “If you can hold on until I’m done with my shopping, then I might think about it.” Don’t even expect him to follow your words, because for him, it’s more fun if you do get angry at him.

Mammon

The one that claims to be yours, just like Satan, he’d do anything you ask of him. For him to please his master, to fulfil their requests, isn’t it natural for a servant? For something that belongs to them? As long as you keep being greedy with your commands, oh how he loves it.

Bimet just loves money, doesn’t he? And he especially enjoyed counting money, even more so if it was mammons. Cuz he can do that for centuries! It’s such a relaxing thing to do! This time, you went to the treasure trove of Tartarus with the two devils, curious as to see all the riches of your servant. “I know it might be hard to not steal anything, but still, don’t.” The peach haired male told you, it was a warning. “I won’t I won’t, it belongs to me anyway.” You answered, you weren’t technically wrong with your statement. While Bimet was going around, basically bathing in this Paradies and dream of his, you and mammon stood at the entrance. “He really loves this room.” “He does, and I don’t mind it.” “But it’s getting boring for me.” Mammon looked at you after you said that, he thought about what to do then proposed, “master, you can take anything you want.” “I can?” “Yes.” Well then, if he insists…

You had him wear a vibrator beforehand, and since he is encouraging you to do what you want, you decided to turn it on. Watching him jerk a little, shivers ran down his spine and his face turned reddish instantly. “Ahh.. master.” “You don’t mind this, do you mammon?” He smiled at you, after a few seconds he kneeled down in front of you, wrapping his arms around your legs. “Give me all you have, be more greedy, master.” “Alright.” Then you turned it up a few levels. “Mhm..! AhHhh.” The avatar of greed tried his best to hold in his voice, don’t wanting to disturb Bimet who was counting every last coin in the chamber. It looked weird to you how he didn’t notice anything and couldn’t read the room, was he really that absorbed in his little hobby? Nevertheless it made you more eager. “You are pretty considerate, mammon, let’s see how long you can hold on.”

The way it rubbed against him was heavenly, or should he say hellish? Yet it wasn’t nearly enough, he needed more than just a little toy like this. His desires and want was overwhelming, raising his lust even more. You stroked his hair as he kept kneeling at your feet, you also caressed his horns a few times. Not long after that you saw a wet spot appearing through his robes. Those sensations were enough to send him over the edge, muffled groans escaped him. “What a needy servant. You think you can do another round for me?” Of course you’d want another round. You were his master, and you won’t be satisfied with just one.

Leviathan

You had to convince him, because why should he. Not that he doesn’t like it, in fact the devils probably like any kind of pleasure, the question is why should he listen to you. Just treat it like you are arguing with a child, “because I said so.” And he might listen. Being arrogant is the way to go with him. (Quote from Solomon)

It took a while to convince him, which is why you were even more exited at the thought of playing with him. You got the opportunity when Levi invited you to one of his meetings, apparently it had something to do with you. “That’s why you have to attend.” Those were his words, he didn’t clarify why you were included and why your presence was needed. Again, leaving you in the dark, carrying out his own plans. You knew he was going to get something out of having you there, otherwise he would have never done this, so you decided to take something from him as well. It’s not faire trade if only one side gets what they desire.

Your request was a simple one, for him to put a small vibrator inside him while attending the meeting. Leviathan, as prideful as always, disagreed at first. Though as mentioned before, he eventually gave in to your requirement. Such a little thing won’t hurt him, and he’ll get jealous if you proposed the idea to someone else. That’s what led you to your current situation, with Levi sitting at the long table and all of his subordinates on either side. You were right next to him, he said it’s so that you wont cause any troubles. Right, that must be the reason, mhm. The meeting was surprisingly very political and serious, they all had their own opinions and arguments, as well as worries. Discussing them among themselves, asking Levi for his thoughts once in a while.

It got boring real quick, you were here because you were ‘needed’, but it was too much talking and not enough action. That’s when you remembered the little thing you prepared, finally things are spicing up. With a swift motion you raised the intensity of the vibrator, going from zero to the middle in an instant. He doesn’t need to get used to it, and you weren’t going to be nice neither. Their flustered expressions are what you were truly looking for after all. “Ah..” the male gasped a little, in an instant he glared at you, burning you with his gaze. “What’s wrong, your majesty? Please continue! I’m behaving well~” smirking at him playfully while you fumbled with the remote more and more. His once pale face flushed and turned pink, he also started smiling with content. Some whimpers were threatening to spill, but he forced them down, causing him to not get any air in the process. The others haven’t noticed the strange expression of their king yet, and levi wanted to tell you to stop. But if he did so, he would be jealous of his past self that got to enjoy this pleasure able moment, ahhhh what a dilemma..! Guess he just has to keep going then!

Beelzebub

He’d to do for free, without questions asked. You want it? Sure, why not then. He might, just be to cheeky, ask for compensation, like your underwear or clothes. If you do give it to him, count him in, he’ll do whatever you want and way more. Beel really is carefree and spontaneous huh?

It’s been a while since you saw the wandering king. These days, with how much he traveled around, it was hard to meet him. Even more difficult than meeting andrealphus. So when you did get the chance to talk to him again, he immediately invited you out to a restaurant. “I know the owner personally, the food’s really good.” Beel said, before ordering something from the menu. “So.. what have you been up to these days?” You asked him after the waiter left, he answered, “thinking about ways to steal you from Satan.” “You must be joking again.” The man grinned, he is joking, right? “Don’t kidnap me. I dare you.” You warned him, but it sounded like an ant trying to threaten an elephant. “Oh? What else am I supposed to do then?” He questioned you sarcastically, “hmm. Prove you are better than him?” This caught his attention, “prove? What do you mean?” There was no answer to his question, you just said that out of impulse, nonetheless you thought about it and got a pretty good idea.

You rummaged in your bag and pockets, til you found a small sex toy you had brought with you. It was a coincidence that you had it, cuz it was meant to be used on someone else, until you meet the avatar of gluttony. “Go to the bathroom and use it, come back when you put it in nicely.” This time you were smirking at him. Even though you were sure he would agree, you were still a little curious of his choice. “And you will test me? Haha, interesting.” Beel said and obliged, standing up and coming back after a few minutes. “It’s all done!” He said with a smile, seemingly exited about it.

Soon the water came back with plates of delicious looking food, they dishes looked amazing, like a piece of art. Not to mention the smell, it was so good you would have had to sell your house to get a piece of this, if you were still on earth. “Please enjoy your meal.” The waiter said, and beel wanted to answer. Right as he opened your mouth, you decided to test his patience, turning the toy on and watching his face twist. His eyes widened and little, before he grinned sheepishly again, using his hands to press down onto his raging erection. “Mhm~! Ah, yes, ahhh~ thank you, we will be fine. Hmm!” “Ah, is that so, your highness, then please excuse me.” You didn’t know why, but the devil hurriedly ran away. “Well well, lucky you beel.” After uttering those words, you turned it off again. “Guess this means I have to wait until they come back.” Ah, how was he going to enjoy his food like this?

Eligos

He would, because this means you’ll shower him with attention. You will stare at him the whole day to see his reactions, to be near him all the time and tend to him afterwards, right? The other devils will also stare at him because of it. Besides, mammon will question him after it too, so even more attention!

Eligos was an adorable devil, enough to make you feel joy whenever you saw him. You wanted to fulfil his every request, just because of your fondness of him. He looked very innocent for a resident of hell, so consider you surprised when he asked for permission to do such a naughty act. “Are you sure you want to do this?” You said in a soft voice, patting his head while he layer his head on your lap. “Yes, so please, let’s do it?” The shorter male asked for you to control the vibrator he kept inside him. Apparently he wanted to do this with you for a while now, and has been waiting for this day with eager anticipation. It was hard saying no after knowing his background infos.

“If that’s really what you want?” “Yes!” He answered, well, if that’s the case you won’t say no. The two of you went to a spa together, he explained that he went there regularly because of how relaxing it was. Since you were curious about the spas and bathhouses of hell, you both decided to go into the public bathhouse first. When you saw the water, you got a little nervous. It looked way hotter than the ones you’ve seen on earth, were you going to get burned by this? Eligos kept telling you it will be fine, before he stripped and jumped into the water. Somehow he didn’t look uncomfortable at all but instead enjoying the temperature. Of course devils were tougher, but they also had a generally high body temperature?

You touched the water surface with your tiptoes, and it was like boiling water. “Ah. Hot.” The pale devil swam towards you and pouted, speaking in a disappointed manner, “aww, sorry, I didn’t make sure it gets adjusted to human standards.” “It’s alright, Eligos.” You tried to tell him, but he shook his head, “now you won’t have anything to do though, all the others are also in the water.” Right, there were more than one or two devils. There were many. “It’s alright, I only need you.” Before the little devil could process your words, something started moving inside him. “Mhm..! Ah-ahhhh! You are playing foul!” “Why’s that?” Eligos clenched to the edge, legs trembling slightly as his cheeks flushed. “… I need more than just this.” He started to feel some eyes on him and it made him more aroused. “Is that so? My little devil isn’t that little after all?” Once again you patted his head, like you were proud of him. He closed his eyes, when he opened them again, he got pleasantly surprised by your teasing gaze, “you proposed the idea first, Eligos, please don’t mind me being greedy.” He wasn’t going to mind, as long as you kept your attention on him.

[may-be-a-plant]

It's only been a couple days since Kallus has joined the Spectres on a long term mission. Ezra and Sabine are discussing how odd it is in the common room when Zeb walks in:

Zeb: It's not THAT weird is it? You've worked with him a couple of times now.

Sabine: Yeah, but this is the first time he's actually staying on the ship, like, overnight. Multiple nights.

Ezra: I don't think I'll ever get used to seeing Agent Sideburns in pajamas, and just.. sitting. In the galley. Drinking caf.

Sabine: And showering. Which I believe he's doing now currently.

Ezra: Agghhk, that means he's naked right now! That's WEIRD!

Zeb: *stuttering* I-I hadn't thought about .. huh...

Sabine: ....Yooouu okay there Zeb?

Zeb: *lost in thought* Hmm? Uh, yeah! *clears throat, fur bristling* I'm just gonna...I need to go.

Zeb:*nearly walks into a wall, practically sprinting from the room*

Sabine: ...

Sabine: So, he's got a crush on Kallus right? That's what that was?

Ezra: I can't even begin to tell you how much I don't want to talk about it.

(@thehonorableones)

[ninjakarkki]

Hii!

Me again (the one who asked abt jealous Stone)

Firstly: ty for answering my ask!! (I'm usually shy of sending asks lololol but for keroro I'd do anything lol)

I love that you did a lil chart for the relations between the platoon, this sparked a new one in my head: we know that typical keroro is goofing around mainly, but what if Stone (and/or Eggman) got to witness "back then" keroro?

Would Stone's opinion of him change?

Thank yooouu for the content!!! Have a nice day!!! <3

Sorry for the wait! I've been itching to get to this!! Stobotnik week kinda took all my juices lmao They really had to do something really bad to be able to witness Keroro like that I think. Back then Keroro's presence is so intimidating neither of these dorks could move under that gaze that's for sure. [Insert a photo of that one scene of Keroro in ep 336 here because I didn't feel like drawing him myself]

Eggman has lived long enough to know when he should skedaddle and leave the territory to his enemy instead. Much to Stone's surprise since he has never seen this man throw in the towel so easily, but he would never question his doctor's choices. To answer your question too, I think Stone would see Keroro in a new light after this encounter. He would probably do a not so legal deepdive into the Keron Goverment's database to learn more about Keroro because how can someone that goofy and easy going frog be so intidimating all of the sudden!? Doesn't mean he still likes him but he can definitely understand how someone like him has a platoon and is the leader now!

[spectrechosts]

Better Off Together - Chapter 7

Masterpost

Kallixenia startles awake, groggy.

She’s… She has to…

Where is she?

“Oh, you’re awake! Welcome home, kind paladin.”

She’s… home? She sits up from the couch she had been sleeping on, examines her surroundings through the slits in her helmet. Brings her hand up to feel that yes, she is wearing her helmet, and her hand does seem to be gauntleted in turn.

“I… fell asleep in my armor?” She asks.

“You did,” says her wife, sitting beside her. “Dead tired after all that adventuring, weren’t you? Didn’t even make it to bed, just walked in and keeled right over here.”

That doesn’t sound like her. And besides, why would she wear her full plate all the way home anyway? The roads aren’t that dangerous around… wherever they are.

She stares at her wife for a moment.

“…Where’s Lunaeris?” She asks, and her wife pouts.

“Playing favorites isn’t very knightly of you.” She chides teasingly, tapping one of Kallixenia’s pauldrons. “In her study, I think.”

“Right, I- I have something I need to check with her, about our latest trip.”

She stumbles into the kitchen, where she almost collides with Nephele as she cooks.

“Easy, sleepyhead.” She chuckles, steadying her. “Breakfast’ll be ready in just a minute, why don’t you sit? You must be exhausted.”

Nephele gestures at a table where three more of her wives are already seated, and Kallixenia tilts her head, opens her mouth to say something, thinks better of it, and quickly mumbles “Just a minute” as she leaves the room.

“Lunaeris-” She says, closing the door to the study behind her. “Something is seriously wrong.”

“Hm?” Lunaeris asks, closing her book and furrowing her brow. “What is? Why are you dressed like you’re looking for a fight?”

“I don’t know!” Kallixenia says, distraught. “Lunaeris, where are we?”

“Home..?” Lunaeris replies, looking around.

“Are we?! This isn’t the collapsible cabin, where in the hells is it?”

“It’s… home.” Lunaeris says, tenting her hands in front of her and frowning. “Hrmph.”

“Right? And- Everyone out there- I’m married to them?”

“Yooouu… are.”

“I am almost certainly not! Lunaeris, I don’t know who half those people even are!” Kallixenia says, pacing. “Nephele is Nephele, but- The last time we saw her she was moping about being single, we’re not married! I haven’t felt that way about her since we were teenagers! And, and the girl who was with me when I woke up- You remember that time we were escorting some merchants across the plains, and one of them kept getting all clingy with me, and it-”

“-It pissed me right off, yes, I remember.”

“That’s her! I wouldn’t marry her, I barely know her and you despise her! It makes no sense! I don’t even know her name, I don’t know any of their names-”

A scream interrupts them, and they rush to the kitchen just in time to see Lagakh locked in battle with Nephele as Hrok slaughters the merchant girl.

“This isn’t what it looks like!” The dwarf yells, hefting his axe to take another swing at her.

“Well, what is it?” Asks Kallixenia.

Lagakh ducks a swing from Nephele and stabs her in the gut. “Succubi!” She yells.

The rest of Kallixenia’s assembled ‘wives’ look at her, and at their new attackers, and scramble. The illusion warbles and drops, demonesses retreating down various caverns as Kallixenia tries to reorient herself.

“Come back and fight, two-faced wenches!” Hrok bellows after them disapprovingly. “Cowards!”

“I’m sure they’ll take the bait and give you a fair fight any minute now.” Lagakh sighs, pulling her sword from the now-undisguised corpse and levelling it at Lunaeris. “Did she wake up with you?”

“Hey.” Kallixenia growls, grabbing the hilt of her blade.

“You wouldn’t-” Starts Lunaeris, backing away.

“Did you see her wake up, yes or no?”

“No, but-”

“Step away from her.”

“You know I can’t do that.”

“Kallixenia listen. She’s not geared for exploring a cave-”

“She’s a wizard.” Kallixenia hisses through gritted teeth, heartbeat pounding in her ears. How fucking dare they-

“Kallixenia! Did any of the succubi look like they were there for her?” Lagakh continues, as her and Hrok inch closer.

“I don’t know. Back off.”

They pause, a tense silence hanging over the cave chamber.

“…You think her the type to cower quietly, in a situation like this?” She asks, and Kallixenia hesitates. She cranes her neck to look at Lunaeris; hiding behind her, no fire in sight.

“W-What?” Lunaeris asks. “Kallie, what are you doing!? Protect me!”

That’s not right. She turns to face Lunaeris, pulls a gauntlet off and cradles her cheek. It’s not even particularly warm. This isn’t her. Kallixenia sighs and shakes her head.

“Get out of here.” She says, hurt.

Lunaeris pouts. “Fuckers. I really had her…” She grumbles, dropping the illusion and scampering off.

“…Sorry.” Kallixenia says, after a few moments.

“It’s fine.” Says Lagakh. “Anything less, I’d have figured you were the fake and Lunaeris just had a thing for short, plumpened maidens that I didn’t know about.”

“Ah. Right.” Kallixenia says, her shame compounding on itself. “I- I didn’t fall for that, just so you know. I just- I didn’t think Lunaeris could-”

“No need to get shy, it’s not really surprising.” Says Lagakh, shrugging.

“I’m curious about the other big ’un, though.” Adds Hrok. “Sticks out from the rest.”

“…One of my battle-sisters.”

“And?” Lagakh prompts.

“And I was fond of her, slightly, over a decade ago. May we move on? Demons generally aren’t fond of Lunaeris, I’d like to find her before something happens.”

“Place is a maze.” Hrok says. “Pick a cavern and watch for it turning into something else.”

“Great.” Says Kallixenia, and she starts walking.

~

“Hold.” Lagakh says, holding a hand up. “We’re walking into another one.”

They advance carefully, and Kallixenia’s brain fogs as her surroundings shift and shimmer before her. The cavern transforms into a tidy corridor, daylight filtering through stained glass windows.

“Religious designs.” Says Lagakh, running her fingers across one of the windows. “Your monastery?”

Kallixenia shakes her head, she’s never been here.

“Sophia’s, then.”

“I’ve never known the old girl to care for company,” muses Hrok. “Should be interesting.”

They creep onward, opening a door out into a quaint, well cared-for courtyard. Sophia is out there, walking arm-in-arm with a much younger paladin. More paladins of all different orders are scattered about the courtyard, among them-

“Is that me?” Kallixenia whispers, bewildered.

“Seems she has a type.” Says Hrok.

“But-”

“She’s old, not blind.” Says Lagakh. “Focus, we need to-”

“I’m not deaf either.” Sophia says, pausing as she passes by them. She looks around the courtyard. “This is no dream, then. Where are we?”

“Succubus den.” States Hrok, eyeing her companion. “Shall we fight about it?”

“I don’t think so,” says the succubus. She kneels and kisses the back of Sophia’s hand, then rises and walks away.

“We’re never going to get a good fight out of them with so many of us.” Hrok complains. “Kallixenia, Lagakh, go back to your caves. I will clear the rest.”

“No.” Says Lagakh.

Sophia hums, rubbing her thumb across the back of her hand. “Not terribly convincing- she should be much older than the last time I saw her, as should she, her, those two- but a pleasant diversion.”

“Old flames?” Lagakh asks.

“Yes, I was quite the heartbreaker, in my day.”

“And… me?” Kallixenia asks tentatively.

“Mm, too young for me now.” Sophia says. “You’ll forgive an old cleric her penchant for women in godly armor.”

“Of course,” says Kallixenia, nodding. “Let’s move on.”

~

“I feel like we have to talk about this.” Kallixenia says, blushing.

“What’s there to talk about?” Asks Ryse, as she shoos away her succubi. “I’m not going to pounce on you, if that’s the worry.”

“No, of course not, I trust you, it’s just-” Kallixenia hesitates. “The whole… me, slathered in oil, fawning over you, thing, is very… specific?”

“It’s really not. You saw the one pretending to be Lagakh.”

“I did.” Kallixenia says, awkwardly glancing at the orc.

“Don’t look at me,” Lagakh says, shrugging. “I’m well aware her endgame is enough lovers that she never has to lift a finger for herself again.”

“I just don’t want to, you know, be accidentally setting some kind of expectation-”

“Kallixenia.”

“You’re very nice! I just-”

“Kallixenia, be serious.” Ryse says flatly, giving her a look. “I don’t have a crush on you, I think you’re hot. Nothing is going to happen between us, you won’t hurt my feelings by telling me that. I probably won’t sleep in a pile of treasure, either! It’s a fantasy.”

“As long as we’re all on the same page.” Kallixenia says.

~

“I’ll warn you now Kallixenia, we’re going to see you in this next one too.” Ryse purrs, smug.

“You can’t tell me you wouldn’t be a little flustered, seeing yourself in three of your teammates’ fantasies.” Says Kallixenia, as they plod along.

“I’d be mad I wasn’t in all five.”

“Well, I didn’t see the first two.”

“Four out of five.” Says Lagakh, and when Kallixenia quirks an eyebrow at her and Hrok, she adds: “You’re a respectable warrior, but also have a certain cuteness about you.”

“Oh! Thanks?”

“No problem.”

“Too tall for me,” says Hrok. “Nothin’ personal.”

“No offense taken.” Kallixenia says, turning her eyes forward again. “Shouldn’t we have stepped into another illusion by now?”

“I hear voices ahead.” Ryse says. “She could have broken out on her own, we should hurry.”

They rush onwards, and the cavern’s appearance never changes. Kallixenia can make out the sound of Lunaeris’ voice, and she sounds okay, but if she’s not alone then- how long until something happens?

They storm into Lunaeris’ chamber, and despite everything Kallixenia is still confused by what she sees.

Lunaeris glances at them as they enter and winces.

“Ohh, none of you are the real one.” She grumbles, slouching in dissatisfied annoyance. “That’s- oh, that’s really disappointing, I completely misunderstood the puzzle.”

It’s- It’s just her.

Kallixenia watches a quintet of herself wilt under the Princess’ fouling mood.

“We wanted to tell you, Princess, truly.” Says one.

“But you were having such fun trying to figure it out!” Adds another.

“No, no!” Lunaeris snaps, crossing her arms. “You all lied to me, don’t get sad now that you’ve been found out.”

“Sorry Princess…” They all apologize, ashamed.

Lunaeris rolls her eyes and focuses on the real Kallixenia, still gawking from the mouth of the cavern.

“…What?” She asks, eyes darting across the party. “Why are you all looking at me like that? What am I missing?”

“Has anyone ever told you you’re very single-minded?” Says Ryse, leaning against the cave wall.

“Why? Seriously, what’s going on? What should I be-?”

“Nothing, Princess. It’s a succubus den, there’s no puzzle.” Kallixenia says.

“Oh.” Says Lunaeris. “Well, alright, I’m obviously not fooled; so why the strange looks?”

“It’s just-” Says Lagakh. “Typically there’s some variety dug up from your subconscious, so that you don’t instantly know they’re fakes.”

“Okay?”

“And yours are…” Lagakh gestures. “Not.”

“Can you… stop being me? And leave?” Kallixenia asks her doppelgangers.

“Don’t leave! Stand and fight!” Hrok goads. “She killed your king!”

The demonesses aren’t provoked.

“Who even cares about that guy?”

“I never liked him.”

“Kings get killed all the time, not my problem.”

They wander off, and Hrok huffs.

“This is a terrible dungeon.” He says.

“So- No one else has caught your eye?” Lagakh asks. “Ever?”

“Umm…” Lunaeris hums, thinking. “No.”

“Never?”

“No, never.” She says. “All my suitors were dreadful, and then I met Kallie.”

“And nobody since then?”

“I don’t know what’s so hard to understand about this. Anytime since then I would obviously already know Kallie, so…” She trails off. “I mean, look at her. And she’s my knight. How could anyone else compare?”

“Could have more knights.” Says Ryse.

“Sure, but I already have the best one, so… why bother?”

“I- I wouldn’t say I’m the best-” Kallixenia stammers, blushing.

“You’re telling me you went to her monastery, where everyone presumably acts and dresses and is built like she is, and felt absolutely nothing?” Lagakh asks.

“Yes. Because she’s the best one, like I already said.” Lunaeris says, looking at her like she might be an idiot. “Do you all not see the appeal?”

“No, no, they see it.” Kallixenia says, before the conversation can take an even more flustering turn. “Are we done here?”

Everyone looks between eachother and shrugs.

“Great!” She says. “Let’s leave.”

~~~

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[cyber-newtype]

"*cackle*cackle*cackle*, hahahahahahaha...! Alright, where's Battler? Battleeeeeer? Battleeer, did you see my big movemeeeent?"

".................. Damn itttttttttttttttt. After seeing you walk up and down that wall, what can I deny?!" "Do Witches exist, I aks?! After all those ceilings and surfaces, after being shown all that tremendous fantasy, what can I say now?!! I don't get it anymore! It was like that last time too but how can I deny that awesome magical ability?!"

"I kn~ow, rii~ght? After watching this you can't talk your way out of it anymore, caaaan yooouu? Alright Battler, let me hear some ridiculous reasoning. kyuhahuuyahaha! Uhhiyhahahaha!!!"

"Fuck you!! Am I supposed to say that you've invented some kind of a special glu

[nightcolorz]

I'm saying this as a black fan, and this is more directed at your other anons than you, but...

The similarities between the trial and a lynching, and Baby Lulu's resemblance to minstrel acts of the time are clearly not some reflection on Armand? It's meant to be more a reflection on the theater as a whole, on how vampirism *isn't* a freedom from racism the way Louis dreamed it would be. He and Claudia aren't free from the systems of oppression and how groups wield power. It's not about *Armand* (like nightcolorz pointed out the show is very intentional, that isn't in line with their depiction of him otherwise) it's about *vampires* as a group.

Shocking to me that they cry and sob and piss their pants over Armand when Lestat was so often more thoughtlessly racist to Louis and Claudia. And I say that as a Lestat and Armand fan.

omg yes thank u anon this is perfectly said. Literally the only good thing about these stupid anons is I end up getting actually good, correct iwtv analysis handed to me on a silver platter after responding to them. Thank yooouu!! This is making me roll around in joy.

but yea, this exactly. The racist allusions aren’t by accident, but the direct connection to Armand is unfounded and a huge over simplification of a genuinely really interesting thematic component of iwtv. I loooveee how iwtv frames vampirism almost as like this metaphor for white oppression. The way the black and brown characters are trapped into these racist systems, being forced to preform mirrors of the same oppressive roles they thought that being a supernatural would give them an escape from, literally for eternity. That’s why Armand being anti black would defeat the point, bcus he’s not the oppressors, he’s another unfortunate cog being forced into the machine. Regardless, if Armand actually was explicitly anti black (which I truly don’t think he is), he still wouldn’t be in charge of any kind of lynching, bcus in a system built around white supremacy , he’s never going to have any real power. Armand’s power entirely depends on whether or not his coven *likes him*, and he knows it. At the end of the day, armand directs the trial under Santiago’s ruling, and then he does the dirty work in the shit room right after. That’s why his betrayal is so interesting and powerful, that’s like, why u guys are destroying the nuance of iwtv with ur weird takes 😭

also ur last point, yeah. The entire reason I’m getting this anon hate mail is bcus I said that I don’t see why people hate Armand but love Lestat bcus they are both bad in the same ways 😭 what a crazy thought. But lestat is 100% objectively written as racist absolutely and you’ll never catch me arguing over that. (I still like him tho 💀 pick ur favorite criminal ass show)

[ray935sworld]

A Christmas call

(established rosquez, Franky & Vale)

26.12 winter writing

Vale heard the ring of a phone.

It was an Italian song he knew very well. It was his own ring tone after all. He looked up but when he heard another door open and a few steps heading in a direction he took his attention back to the scene infront of him.

He was busy after all and needed all his attention on the task at hand. Their little daughter was trying to build a tower with her new wooden blocks and he was determined to help her.

So it was handy that his husband answered the phone. He heard him talk, but he didn't know with who and didn't care that much.

After around 10 minutes Marc appeared in the door, the phone still in hand. He smiled kindly. "Are you there?" he asked at Vale. "Egh- No. No, I'm at a very important construction site." He smiled at his daughter who nodded enthusiacly.

"Okay... Yeah, no, sorry, Franky." Ah, it was one of his boys. That explained why Marc had been talking so long before coming over. The older Italian was happy that his husband and his pseudo kids got along as well as they did.

He turned around, watching Marc grin, clearly knowing that the identity of the caller changed his answer.

"Vale is at a very important construction site.... Yes their are playing with the blocks Cele got her but I do think Vale is enjoying them the most."

"Uncle Fran-ciii!" the little girl hazzled with a big smile. She looked at her papa. "Tell him I luv him!" "I will" Marc reassured her.

He grinned at her, incredibly happy that his daughter had - beside her parents that would quite literally do anything for her - a while bunch of loving uncles.

So he put the phone on speaker and told the younger Italian. "The little one says she loves you" "Aweeee" came it from the phone "I love you too, bambina!"

"Luv yooouu uncle Franky! And tell Uncle -drea I love him A LOOOOOT! Gim him a big hug from me!" "I will. I will, I promise you. Did your papa already tell you that we'll be there soon?" "Yes!" she exclaimed excited. "I miss you. Papa tell him I miss them."

"Yeah Marc, tell him we miss them." Vale submitted. "OH and tell him I love them too" "Och, Vale- we love you too! Don't worry, we'll be back soon to annoy you" "Take your time. How is Brazil treating you?" "It's amazing. We'll have lots of pictures to show you!"

"I bet, I bet. Looking forward to your stories, bambino"

[offical-ouroboros]

Just love the idea of how whiney Doe would be about you bathing/showering because it gets rid of your scent

All clingly like "Yooouu... Do you have to shower? :("

Convince him by saying something like, "Yes, you need to get clean, but it just means you'll have to cuddle after you're dry to mark you with his scent."

He perks up at the idea just because it means he gets to cuddle you and mark you up as his again

[i-am-an-arson-enthusiast]

HOLY SHIT ITS BEEN A BIT, HIIIIIII

AH HI OMG how are yooouu???? im high key inactive as hell and that’s the biggest update

[gnatnectar]

i need my devices to be seized.. idk if this is too niche but here’s a lisa the painful au where this troop of gay little monkies lives in olaithe. below are some quick blurbs abt them so read if youd like to ❤️

Osomatsu:

- oso lives on garbage island. he mostly keeps to himself since he’s scouring the heaps of trash there for groddy magazines he can use and half empty liquor bottles.

- he’s in an odd state of denial mentally, not having changed in the slightest since the flash and since his other brothers splintered off. sort of like how he was in s1ep24.

- oso is a frequent joy user and an alcoholic.

Karamatsu:

- kara is a traveling guitarist who instead of having an actual guitar, he has a makeshift one instead he made himself. it doesn’t sound very good but it doesn’t matter to him. one of the only things that occupies his time/still makes him happy are writing, telling stories, and playing his janky guitar.

- he orbits around trash island, so he’s still in contact with osomatsu. they visit and check in with each other frequently, mostly karamatsu being the one to make sure oso hasn’t drowned in a pile or garbage.

- kara doesnt take joy but smokes and drinks.

Choromatsu:

- choro is the owner of a bar in stone village. he’s abstinent so it doesn’t thrill him, but since he misses normalcy and how society was structured he uses it as a way to feel normal himself once more. that and to sustain himself.

- because he has to deal with drunken idiots all day, it exhausts him and makes it even harder to own a bar but he trudges on.

- he is still in contact with jyushimatsu.

Ichimatsu:

- ichi is the only one of the brothers whose really actively thriving. he spends his time as a fisherman in muddy waters, occasionally catching fishmen by accident.

- he’s having a wonderful time compared to before the flash since he has no obligation to really talk to anyone else.

- even if he’s taking advantage of the situation to be alone, he is still in contact with todomatsu since totty works at the beehive. he still misses his brothers despite everything. i mean the rest of them miss eachother too but yknow.

Jyushimatsu:

- jyushi is also thriving, but in his own worse way than ichi is. he’s a wrestler in the ewc, but it’s consumed his life and he uses it as a distraction from the present moment.

- he uses joy as a performance enhancement drug when wrestling.

- choromatsu is still in contact with him to keep an eye on him and to make sure he’s not hurting himself with his wrestling or joy habits.

Todomatsu:

- missing the attention he’d get before the flash and the need for a structured life, totty chose to work at the beehive in muddy waters. he’s not a fan of it but all he does really is cradle big weepy men so he deals with it. he appreciates the mags he gets at least.

- totty takes joy to dissociate from their career in post-flash olaithe.

- ichimatsu is still in contact with totty.

if you read all of this thank you so so much for being interested in my specific ass au i love yooouu…

[sunnyfoxsstuff]

Hey guy's! >:D New chapter today cuz i decided its Time that i right lol

Chapter 7:(idk tbh)

Qingxuan had went outside to take some fresh air After lastnight, walking more away into the forest

He xuan on his side was making breakfast being a bit distant thinking he caused this nightmare to him he may be dead and a Ghost now but it wont erase what he went through because he xuan's and shi wudu's action's

After some hour's around in the afternoon he xuan decided to talk to him but not about what happened but about more Ghost stuff

SQX:"what? You're gonna teach me? Teach me what?" Tilting his head confused After all he's a grown man

HX:"yes, i dont know if you noticed but pretty much any ghost's have something..'special' like their animal features or well for me controlling water ghost's usually find out what their 'special' thing is soon after having their body's materialised but since you're kind of, a peacefull Ghost." Crossing his arm's shutting his eye's "we'll have to find it by trying anything out After all a Ghost life isnt all happy one day you'll probably get attacked and i cant Always bé there," he stopped looking at sqx

SQX:"why would you want to always be there for me he xiong? Im sure i can learn it easy it'll be a piece of cake!" Lifting his fist's to his chest enthusiast and sure of himself

He xuan looked away to think, qingxuan creeped closer poking his cheek like old time's

SQX:"what are yooouu thinking?"

He xuan just turned his head looking at him "nothing, stop poking me its not Time for this." He sighed while sqx chuckled with a bright smile

HX:"what's so funny?"

SQX:"your face is funny, and squishy"

This Time he xuan grabbed his hand so he stops poking him continuing with "i think we should go shopping again"

Looking confused "sure if you want"

With that he xuan dragged sqx by the hand back to the market where jewel's and clothe's sort of thing's are

SQX:"y'know you Can let go of my hand i wont trip my leg doesnt hurt and its not like i'll run away either, also why are we back here"

Hx ignoring continuing to walk stopping infront a fan selling shop "choose one think of it as like a gift from me"

SQX:"he xiong you're acting weird today are you ok? Do you have a fiever?" Gettin infront of he xuan putting his free hand on his forehead

HX:"i aint sick i just had an idea beside's you're not gonna refuse a fan right? I know how you loved to use that thing everytime you would dance to summon the air"

SQX:"fine but let go of my hand"

After that sqx looked at all of the fan's he loved some but nothing felt like his past fan's he would buy some pretty fan's use them one Time and go back to the fan him and his brother had it was the only one he needed the only one he wanted but that same fan had got teared up by the same person that's right beside's him

SQX:"i dont really want any of them..i liked the old one"

HX:"you still like it even After your own brother who gave you it tried to kill you?"

SQX:"maybe he had a good reason?" Looking at he xuan which he Saw scoff probably by annoyance

Since sqx refused to buy any they had went back home After a walk around for the next day's he xuan would be busy going back to his territory sqx would wonder why he goes away for so long but he didnt dared to ask and just stay silent he still had xie lian's company he also counted hua cheng but it was clear as day that he was around only for his majesty

That night After walkin home sqx saw from a far he xuan's silhouette in the filled full of flower's with the full Moon and their house behind it seemed like he xuan had been waiting him

SQX:"what are you doing here at this hour alone? I mean beside's me i Always see you alone hehe-"

HX:"i just thought you'd be home more early and i got a gift for you" handing a fan with black silver ish detail's

Sqx took the fan openning it seeing that its his old fan a bright smile grew on his face hugging he xuan out of happiness

SQX:"ah sorry no hug's" he said but he xuan hugged back a bit which surprised sqx

HX:"..sorry for last time at the market when i got mad you're just really annoying sometime's"

SQX:"he xiong! That's not a way to apologies!..but its fine i forgive you dont worry about it your really silly sometimes he xiong" laughing

HX:"im not silly, anyway's i made diner alone since you werent there yet Come on"

Yoooo! I loved writing this chapter he'll probably will never have a title i Hope you all will love it just as much as i did!

[bomber-grl]

Can I please request a Leo with a gender neutral reader? Where Leo and reader are bored/don't have work to do, so they just have a fun day doing a bunch of things together.

I need a chill day in my own life 😭 thank yooouu

Word count: 1,117

You’d think that being at the Waystation—a place bursting with demigods and monsters—would be so exciting that boredom would be a foreign concept. But recently, that theory had been tested. There was a sense of familiarity settling in, a routine that started to feel almost... predictable. Actually, no—not predictable.

That word made it sound like you hated it, and that was far from the truth. Being at the Waystation, with all its weirdness, was everything you never realized you’d been craving. It was a glimpse of a normal life, a slice of something you’d always imagined but never had.

Still, as much as you loved it, there were moments when you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing. Every weekday, you’d head to school with Leo—your amazing, charming boyfriend. The school work was stressful at times, but then you’d remind yourself that you’d fought literal gods, and suddenly, that algebra test didn’t feel so impossible.

After school, you two would return to the Waystation, make yourselves comfortable, eat something, tackle a few chores, and maybe get some work done. Not necessarily in that order.

But tonight? Tonight was different.

You’d been talking about doing something fun for what felt like forever, but it was always the same excuse: "We’ll do it tomorrow." But Leo had that mischievous glint in his eye—the one that meant he had a plan. And if you knew anything about Leo, it was that once he had a plan, there was no waiting around to second-guess it.

Somehow, you’d managed to convince Emmie and Jo to let you out for the night, though it wasn’t so much about being strict as it was them being cautious. They understood how school could wear you down, and how you both just needed to break free for a bit. They were more than willing, though not without a reminder to be careful.

"Alright, get ready," Leo said, practically bouncing with excitement as he sat next to you on your bed. "We’re getting out of here for a bit."

You arched an eyebrow as you sat up. "Where are we going?"

"It’s a surprise!" He flashed that goofy grin that always made your heart skip a beat, yanking you toward the door. "Trust me."

You didn’t even need to ask more questions. Leo was one of those rare people who didn’t need to explain every little detail to make you know it was going to be amazing. Without a word, you grabbed your jacket, and before you could even process what was happening, you were both off, heading into the city.

The night unfolded like something straight out of a movie. First, street food. Leo dragged you to every stall that smelled even vaguely appetizing, and before long, you two were laughing like idiots over ridiculously oversized pretzels.

You shared them, half-joking that this was the most important thing happening in the universe at that very moment. The air was cooler than you expected, but being with Leo made it all feel like a distant afterthought.

Next stop? The arcade. Leo’s eyes lit up at the flashing lights, and you could practically hear his thoughts screaming. He dragged you toward the nearest racing game, and despite you definitely letting him win, he acted like it was all because of his more than charming traits.

"Yup, pretty much seals the deal that I’m basically the best," he said, puffing out his chest, his grin almost making him look like he’d just discovered the meaning of life.

You couldn’t help but laugh. "Sure, sure, you're the best, Leo." Despite having said it with the intention of being sarcastic, there was a sincere edge to your words.

You were having too much fun to even care. The time slipped by unnoticed. The world around you, full of flashing lights and the echoes of laughter, faded away into the background as you lost yourself in the moment.

After the arcade, you wandered into the quieter parts of town, where you stumbled upon a cozy little bookstore. Leo insisted on buying you a drink, or maybe a snack—his treat, of course. Despite your protests, you couldn’t resist how he just wanted to do something for you. (Despite that he always does.)

But the best part of the night was yet to come. You two found your way to a peaceful park, tucked away from the hustle and bustle of the city. Beneath the sprawling branches of an old oak tree, you found a secluded bench.

You sat, side by side, and just... talked. Leo stretched his legs out in front of him, his arm casually draped over the back of the bench, and there was this unspoken ease between you—like nothing else in the world mattered.

"Best night in a while," Leo said quietly, his fingers brushing yours in a way that felt almost deliberate. His smile was soft, cheeks flushed from the chilly air.

"Yeah," you agreed, leaning closer. "It was nice to just hang out with you, like a date."

Leo blinked, suddenly flustered. "Wait... like… a date night?" He sounded unsure, like he wasn’t sure how to say it.

You raised an eyebrow, amused, and could see the blush creeping up his neck. It was cute, how endearing he was. "I mean… if you want to call it that. Not sure how I feel about this being our first one though."

He mumbled something under his breath—probably a curse, or just him trying to cover up his awkwardness. Either way, it only made you smile more. You leaned in, closing the distance between you both, and in that moment, it was like the world fell away entirely.

The city noise, the park ambiance—it all blurred into the background as your lips met his, soft and warm under the moonlight.

When you pulled away, you were both breathless, staring at each other like you hadn’t just kissed under the stars. Leo’s cheeks were practically glowing now, but there was no hiding the way his smile reached all the way to his eyes.

"I think we should do this more often," you said, nudging him playfully.

Leo cleared his throat, still trying (and failing) to act casual. "You’re right. Date nights, huh? Totally know how to plan those."

By the time you two made your way back to the Waystation, Leo was still blushing, trying to pull off that laid-back attitude he was so good at—but failing miserably. Safe to say that you both slept like babies that night.

And if Leo happened to sneak into your room later that night, well, that was between you and the person in the next room who had to hear him stumble in.

[askd0ctorjcrane]

Not sick as yooouu Doc I've never been to a ward, and while thiers nothing wrong with such help Arkham is a place you deserve to be :3 I'm sure the Bat will find you again. Maybe this time, you'll knock each other out, and arkham can take you both in.

I’m not sick. I don’t know how many times I’ll be forced to repeat that before you all understand. There’s not a thing wrong with me.

Though, that second part of your idiotic message does intrigue me, you believe the Batman deserves to be in Arkham? Fascinating. It seems not everybody views him as a saviour.