#🐝.asks

[bi-writes]

whats wrong with ai?? genuinely curious <3

okay let's break it down. i'm an engineer, so i'm going to come at you from a perspective that may be different than someone else's.

i don't hate ai in every aspect. in theory, there are a lot of instances where, in fact, ai can help us do things a lot better without. here's a few examples:

ai detecting cancer

ai sorting recycling

some practical housekeeping that gemini (google ai) can do

all of the above examples are ways in which ai works with humans to do things in parallel with us. it's not overstepping--it's sorting, using pixels at a micro-level to detect abnormalities that we as humans can not, fixing a list. these are all really small, helpful ways that ai can work with us.

everything else about ai works against us. in general, ai is a huge consumer of natural resources. every prompt that you put into character.ai, chatgpt? this wastes water + energy. it's not free. a machine somewhere in the world has to swallow your prompt, call on a model to feed data into it and process more data, and then has to generate an answer for you all in a relatively short amount of time.

that is crazy expensive. someone is paying for that, and if it isn't you with your own money, it's the strain on the power grid, the water that cools the computers, the A/C that cools the data centers. and you aren't the only person using ai. chatgpt alone gets millions of users every single day, with probably thousands of prompts per second, so multiply your personal consumption by millions, and you can start to see how the picture is becoming overwhelming.

that is energy consumption alone. we haven't even talked about how problematic ai is ethically. there is currently no regulation in the united states about how ai should be developed, deployed, or used.

what does this mean for you?

it means that anything you post online is subject to data mining by an ai model (because why would they need to ask if there's no laws to stop them? wtf does it matter what it means to you to some idiot software engineer in the back room of an office making 3x your salary?). oh, that little fic you posted to wattpad that got a lot of attention? well now it's being used to teach ai how to write. oh, that sketch you made using adobe that you want to sell? adobe didn't tell you that anything you save to the cloud is now subject to being used for their ai models, so now your art is being replicated to generate ai images in photoshop, without crediting you (they have since said they don't do this...but privacy policies were never made to be human-readable, and i can't imagine they are the only company to sneakily try this). oh, your apartment just installed a new system that will use facial recognition to let their residents inside? oh, they didn't train their model with anyone but white people, so now all the black people living in that apartment building can't get into their homes. oh, you want to apply for a new job? the ai model that scans resumes learned from historical data that more men work that role than women (so the model basically thinks men are better than women), so now your resume is getting thrown out because you're a woman.

ai learns from data. and data is flawed. data is human. and as humans, we are racist, homophobic, misogynistic, transphobic, divided. so the ai models we train will learn from this. ai learns from people's creative works--their personal and artistic property. and now it's scrambling them all up to spit out generated images and written works that no one would ever want to read (because it's no longer a labor of love), and they're using that to make money. they're profiting off of people, and there's no one to stop them. they're also using generated images as marketing tools, to trick idiots on facebook, to make it so hard to be media literate that we have to question every single thing we see because now we don't know what's real and what's not.

the problem with ai is that it's doing more harm than good. and we as a society aren't doing our due diligence to understand the unintended consequences of it all. we aren't angry enough. we're too scared of stifling innovation that we're letting it regulate itself (aka letting companies decide), which has never been a good idea. we see it do one cool thing, and somehow that makes up for all the rest of the bullshit?

[mochinomnoms]

So we have the tweels taking care of the reader

But consider the reader taking care of the tweels

Reader getting up before the sun does to make them breakfast

-🐝

I LOVE IT IT'S SO CUTE I wanna baby them and live all domestic like~

You're trying to get up from their grasp to bring them breakfast in bed, like a sweetheart. But Jade has his arms wrapped around your waist and head in your neck, while Floyd is hugging your hips and snuggling into your belly, legs tangling up with yours. You're effectively trapped. It takes some maneuvering, and giving Floyd a pillow to squeeze. Jade does wake up when you just manage to get Floyd to curl in Jade's side, still hugging the pillow. He asks what you're up to, a bit upset as he's not a morning person at all, and he just wants you to be at his side when it's so early. You managed to assure him that you won't be long and lull him back to sleep.

It takes about half an hour to get something going, a simple breakfast with some savory mushroom congee for Jade and waffles with syrup and toppings for Floyd. You even managed to make them lattes with very shitty foam art! Getting back into the room quietly enough to not wake them is a mission in itself, but you somehow manage, noticing that Floyd had moved to splay himself over Jade, a hand over his brother's face. After taking a quick picture, you carefully place the tray of food on the nightstand, crawling on the bed to the twins to carefully shake them awake. Their morning has a delightful start as they curl around you as you hand feed them bits of the breakfast. Floyd at least, Jade is still not a morning person and content to cuddle into your side while Floyd happy feasts.

[hyunsvngs]

Okay but imagine how fucking hot stoner!Felix would be. His voice would get deeper and his accent would get even thicker. He'd be so horny that his eyes would glaze over and he'd beg you to ride him, filling you up multiple times until he's so oversensitive that he's nearly in tears.

-🍯🐝

THIIIIIS THIIIIIIIIIIIS.

“just sit on it, babe, i know you’re wet enough,” he huffs, little fingers holding up his cock. he’s pulled his t-shirt up to his chest, exposing his taut stomach and freckles littering the expanse of his skin. felix is so talkative when high, voice deep and accent thick with his happiness. “c’mon, ride me, please! i need it so bad.”

felix looks so angelic and innocent with his blonde hair splayed out on the pillows, eyes half lidded and his mouth in a permanent soft grin. you can’t help yourself when you nod, straddling felix and sinking down on his cock with a wet, tight heat.

“that’s it, that’s it,” he slurs, still grinning. his hands move to your asscheeks, gripping and pulling upwards until he’s controlling your pace, hips bucking into you at a sinuous pace. “mm, wet little pussy. ah- fuck, baby, i-“

“you’re- lixie, are you gonna cum already?” you question, panting at the feeling of his cock pressing into you so deliciously.

“i- yeah, yeah,” he groans, nodding. his voice is so low, so gravelly, and his eyes clench shut hard and he lets out an anguished yell. “i’m gonna cum, but just- keep fucking me. keep riding me, force it to get hard for you.”

[setablaze11]

I feel like JJ is the type of guy to try and get with you for years, making dumb sexual jokes even though you’re his best friend. But as soon as you start reciprocating his banter, he’s so nervous he’s blushing as you lean into him with a sly smirk. Btw can i be 🐝 anon? I love your work!

You’re so right!

He’ll say something stupid out of the blue as you’re smoking a joint in John B’s hammock, laying across from each other.

“Did you know… i have a tattoo right above my dick?” he mumbles hoarsely through a small laugh, exhaling the thick smoke as he leans forward, passing you the weed.

“Bullshit” you scoff, swatting at his forearm playfully as you make contact, your own legs tangled with his.

“You wanna see?” he smirks as you inhale, choking on the smoke through a giggle, one of his hands smoothing around the bare skin of your knee like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“Yeah, i wanna see” you reply nonchalantly, leaning forward to pass him the joint back after a few long drags, exhaling the smoke sideways so it doesn’t get into his face. You’re as serious as your buzzed state can allow you to be, eyes slanted and brows pressed together in mock curiosity.

And as soon as you lean forward again, hand slowly sneaking up his bare shin, wide grin on your face, bottom lip caught between your teeth and your bloodshot eyes dead locked on his. He’s blushing like a madman, fingers twitching on your own leg and tongue poking into the inside of his cheek, choking on the thick smoke and laughing to play off how nervous he is.

Thank you so much for being my first emoji anon. Mwah💋

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[lesbians4lottienat]

could I request sleepy nat x fem!reader?

like she’s super worn out and over tired but is refusing to go to sleep ( maybe it’s right after her dad died or sm and she’s having nightmares ) and you’re her gf and all you want is for her to get a good nights sleep and so you’re cuddling and ur sneaky plan all along is to help her take a nap

( also can I be 🫀? )

ooo i love this request 🫀 anon !! i hope i did your idea justice :3 i wanted to go for domestically here hehe, so hopefully i succeeded !! lmk what you think <3

Rest Up

Nat had been over at your place a lot lately. It was to be expected with the anniversary of her father’s death coming soon. She always struggled a lot around this time of year, and you were one of the few comforts she found in this world that wasn’t self-destructive. You didn’t mind, however, loving your girlfriend more than anything in the world. You would do anything if it meant her happiness and health.

Speaking of which, she hadn’t slept in days, and you were worried sick. You knew why she was avoiding sleeping like the plague; her nightmares were always vicious this time of year, but you also knew that she needed to get some rest. You sighed, thinking about ways to get her to sleep; your girlfriend was stubborn to her core, after all. Then, as she’s taking a shower, it hits you—the perfect idea.

You start by baking some brownies. It seems silly, but you need brownies for your grand plan to work. Once out of the shower, Nat stifles a yawn, wrapping her arms around your waist. You hum in response, turning to kiss her on the cheek before resuming your baking.

“Whatcha making?” she asks, trying to sample some of the batter while you aren’t looking. You swat her hand away and she pretends like you’ve just chopped her hand off. Despite her dramatic antics, you can tell that she’s exhausted, Nat’s deep eye bags sticking out like a sore thumb on her pale skin. You frown looking at them, placing the bowl down, and peppering her face with kisses. She laughs silently, making a noise of happiness at having your attention.

“Brownies,” you say between kisses, “I got bored waiting for you.”

She smiles at you, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, sorry, principessa,” she says, and it doesn’t even matter to you that she’s totally mispronouncing it; just the fact that she’s calling you pet names in another language is enough to turn your legs into jelly. You roll your eyes, but the heat radiating from your face tells her she’s succeeded in flustering you. She snorts at you.

“Did that seriously work?” she sleepily asks, yawning and stretching her arms above her head.

“Shut up,” you say, “Go sit on the couch while I put these in the oven.”

She does as you say, getting comfortable on the couch, and you soon walk over and join her. You grab your biggest, fluffiest blanket and lay it over the two of you. You pop a stupid, cheesy rom-com into the VCR and open your arms to your girlfriend. She rests her head in the crook of your neck, wrapping her arms around your midsection. Initially, she’s making fun of your choice of movie. It’s fluffy and stupid; soon, however, as the smell of baking brownies fills the air, she feels her eyes getting heavier.

She yawns, curling up further on you, and you have to resist the urge to coo. She’s just so cute like this, it makes you want to wake her up by kissing her all over. Pressing a kiss to her forehead, you let the film play as ambient noise. When the brownies are done, you carefully slip out of her grasp, pulling the blanket up further on her. You take the desserts out and put them in a small container to cool before returning to your sleepy girlfriend’s side and holding her throughout the rest of the night.

[esteemed-excellency]

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[pokeficdaily]

[onigirio]

Hi! I love ur workk!! :) Could i request percy x child of apollo where hyacinth flowers bloom where they walk and they can summon them? (Yknow, bcz of apollo)

🐝: TYSM! i really liked this concept but i feel like this may be too short...lmk if you want a part 2!

camp half blood was no stranger to miscellaneous flora. after all, it was a camp in a forest, so there was bound to be a lot of plant life. however, recently, percy noticed a drastic increase of a new kind of flower, especially around the apollo cabin.

normally, he would ignore these things since flowers weren't his forté (he left gardening to the demeter kids) but the way the flowers were popping up seemed...too intentional. they formed intricate pathways from cabin 7 to the dining pavilion, or to the shooting range. hades, they were even popping up during capture the flag games!

damn his curiosity, but when percy noticed a new path, how could he not follow it. it's like someone was leaving a trail of bread crumbs for him to follow. the flora went from cabin 7, to the big house, to the dining pavilion. sometimes he would get mixed up with the different paths, but keen ocean eyes noticed that the colours differed from day to day, and today they just so happened to be blue

of course they had to be blue.

it was like the gods were poking fun at him. now everyone was wondering why percy jackson was walking around camp with his eyes glued to the ground. as far as he knew, he was going to get duped. this seemed like the perfect set up for a youtube prank video. fortunately for him, that wasnt the case

the trail of blue flowers led up to the edge of the strawberry fields, and right at the fringes sat someone overlooking the fruit as they baked in the summer heat. percy didn't know whether to be relieved or concerned, because yay! he wasn't getting pelted by eggs or falling into a pit of snakes, but at the same time, he wasn't sure what exactly this meant.

before he could ask the mystery kid about it, they turned around and immediately started blushing and rambling about cleaning and distractions. the ocean eyed boy only caught something about a "stupid sun god" followed by a significant amount incoherent mumbling. when they finished, percy just looked at them with a confused expression and they sighed

"my bad, i thought you were coming to complain about the flowers" they said sheepishly.

percy could only smile, "no, I'm not here to complain I just- decided to follow the weird trail of blue flowers".

this caused them to laugh, a sound that clearly had the ability to make flowers bloom considering the reason he was there. it made his heart run laps in chest.

"they're hyacinths" they clarified, unable to hide their amusement with him, "they bloom wherever i walk, because apollo had a crush on this guy named hyacinthus or something. either way, it's not exactly the best combat ability" they said with a small laugh, and it seemed that today percy's heart decided to be a track star

"If it's any consolation, I think they're very pretty" he took a seat next them, sitting criss cross applesauce as they overlooked the strawberry fields

"thanks bubble brain"

percy quirked an eyebrow at the new nickname they had given him. usually he'd feel a little bit offended, but after seeing the smile on their face, he couldn't help but smile too.

"what? you're that poseidon kid right?"

percy laughed, "well, yeah. does that make you buttercup?"

"they're hyacinths, bubbles" they reminded him with a playful nudge, "and my name is (name), but buttercup is also accepted"

'note to self ' percy thought, 'stop and smell the hyacinths more often'

[moonjxsung]

Been thinking about sending hard thoughts about Changbin, but I was feeling a little self-conscious - until I saw his slutty performance outfit at the AAAs and lost my mind. So, for your consideration:

Your sweet boyfriend Changbin who is kind and courteous to everyone; who makes silly faces at babies when you're in line at the grocery store and helps old ladies cross the street.

Your rough boyfriend Changbin who cums in your mouth and wraps a hand around your throat so you can't swallow until he says so; looks you right in the eyes with a lazy smile as you hold his load in your mouth until he decides it's enough.

Your sweet boyfriend Changbin who spoils you rotten without needing an occasion; who sends you flowers at work, making all your coworkers envious.

Your rough boyfriend Changbin who gave you a safeword before he ate you out for the first time, and proves it necessary every time he eats your pussy until you sob from overstimulation.

Your sweet boyfriend Changbin who gently kisses the bruises he leaves on you; who treats you like you're made of glass if you even catch a cold; who rubs your shoulders as you talk about your day; who who washes your hair when you take a bath together.

Your rough boyfriend Changbin who flips you onto your stomach and keeps a strong hand pressed down between your shoulder blades, holding you down as he thrusts into you relentlessly; not afraid to be loud, he moans shamelessly about how good you feel taking his cock.

Everyone keeps telling you how lucky you are to have such a sweet, cuddly boyfriend; you smile and nod while trying not to get goosebumps imagining what Changbin has in store for you when you get home..

Thank you for indulging me - 🐝

HSHDKELFLCKCKKDJFJCKVJVN I should thank YOU for indulging ME bestie I- ????? 😦☝️

CHANGBIN GIRLIES GET UP THIS ONE’S FOR YOU

[beels-burger-babe]

Why is it that in all of your obey me fics MC is either dumb and obvious to all the brothers concerns or a weak bitch who’ll lose an arm wrestle match to a 7 year old boy??? Dont get me wrong I like your fics I do and I do appreciate your talent as a writer however you write MC as if they aren’t 1.Master of the 7 sins and 2. Solomon the wise’s apprentice. They know magic yet in all of your fics it seems like they either forget everything they learned or just can’t summon any of the brothers to take care of them, so like what the hell is up with that?

Hello Mx. Anon

I would argue my MCs I present aren't weak or stupid. They are human.

I prefer the MC we have in the early stories of the game over the MC in the later episodes. The MC who is still learning about the Devildom, and magic, and the culture around them. Most of my fics take place during that time when they AREN'T Solomon's apprentice yet and either haven't formed pacts with the brothers yet or respects them enough to see themself as their 'Master' and abuse that title. Because of this, the MC I tend to write often doesn't have magic, and yes I make them the victim in several scenerios of the over 70 fics I have as those tropes are very popular and often times requested.

However.

Just because they may be oblivious to the advances of the characters (which is not true for the majority of my fics where MC is actively in relationships with one or more of them) that does not make them stupid in general.

I believe in the strength of the average. I don't like writing super strong, super powerful MCs because I don't find them relateable. You can have a super badass MC who is trying their best and never so much as casts a spell, and they are still a bad ass. I think MC being mundane in the Devildom is what makes them so unqiue. Their strength doesn't lie in their magic, but in their emotional intelligence, their empathy, and their words.

That said. I have written fics where MC tries to kill their ex. (Changes in Behaviour). I have written an MC who punches Levi across the face and spits blood on Lucifer's shoes, and who refuses to take any bullshit from the brothers. (Sister's Keeper). I have several MCs who does not allow others to cross their boundaries and abuse them (What's in an Apology?, The Pain is Yet to Come) I have a deaf MC who stands up for themself and doesn't allow others to see them as less (Deaf MC AU). I have written a siren MC who attempted to murder the brothers, their captors, in order to escape. (Waves are Calling) I have had MC flirting right back at them with confidence enough to take control. (Class is in Session.) I could go on.

I see your critique. I hear it. I appreciate it, because writing strong, bad ass characters who take no shit and who can and will fight for themselves is important.

I just prefer to show that strength internally over externally. If I do come back to writing here, which I haven't done in over a year, I will remember your words. But that said, my inbox is filled with prompts asking for more MC being saved or in situations where that physical poweress wouldn't necessarily apply.

Thanks. Have a nice day.

[bi-writes]

What kind of kinks would MOB and Simon be into? Skip this if it might be a spoiler for future chapters :)

hmmm...

ok well i think mail-order bride definitely has a size kink. she loves how big simon is, how protective he is. whenever he curses at other people or uses his size to intimidate them, she's just big-eyed and mesmerized and keening for his attention.

think she definitely has a competency kink. all the men she's ever been with before simon have all been pretty dumb. dumb in the way that they've had to be babied, that she's had to take care of them. but simon is the opposite. he barely lets her do anything around the house; he knows to separate the whites from colors in the laundry. he knows to brown the meat before tossing in the onions. he knows to take his shoes off at the door, that when he takes his socks off inside-out, he has to turn them back before tossing them into the dirty clothes.

it's sexy. seeing him hang her shelves and the paintings she buys. seeing him fix her laptop or unravel her tangled necklace. everything he does is to make her life just a little easier, and fuck does it make her swoon. she loves it.

i think she also has a voice kink. loves his low voice. loves how he talks, even when he's seemingly rude (but he's just to the point and honest). loves that he just tells it like it is.

and simon...fuck, she is all his kink. he definitely has an innocence kink. loves how sweet she is, how timid, loves the way she looks at him, loves the way she smiles and the way she giggles. he loves that she seems so shy around him, but she gives in so easily. he loves how she kisses, all sweet breaths and a soft tongue. he adores the way she behaves, like such a good girl, adores how she just listens and trusts him.

also tits. simon is a tits man, 100%, and he likes looking at hers.

oh, and he has a big dick, and...let's just say, she knows how to ride ok. anyways.

[mochinomnoms]

found out my last romantic partner cheated on me before ghosting me and all i can think about is how in raged the octo bois would be if they found out

they would be ruthless in their responses wether it was comfort with snuggles and food or being sure to show off and smooch right in front of the cheater

-🐝

See, on one hand he's furious that someone would be so callus to broke your precious heart. Does your ex not understand what he would do to even have a chance at claiming your heart as his, and his own as yours? You're like a precious stone, and they just tossed you away like a common rock.

Yet, he can't help but be happy that they broke your heart, guilty as you cried against his shoulder. Now that they're gone, he has a chance, and the Seven be damned, he is going to take it.

[carmenberzattosgf]

the stella artois picture????? HELLO????????😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 had never seen that one, he looks so pretty oh my days

- 🐝

I did a whole deep dive from the campaign the other day

[bachi-the-bee]

water ur thoughts on pancakes

OMG!!! YES!! I LOVE PANCAKES!!! when I was younger, I used to get sad when Santa didn't give me any gifts so in the morning yuu used to make pancakes to cheer me up 🥺💛

Seeing this inspired me to cook myself pancakes for the breakfast teehee

That's what I ate earlier yesterday, yipeee!! XD

It also reminded me of mama so i went to visit her ^3^

I told her all about y'all i.e the new friends i made on here and from the blue lock too!! She was SOOOO HAPPY TO HEAR ALL ABOUT IT!!! So she made this for y'all 😁

I helped her with it as well (⁠＾⁠∇⁠＾⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♪

Come on gang!! UNITE!!!! IT'S SNACKING TIME 🤩😝✌🏻👍🏻🎉🎊

@underlashes-redhead @underlash-owl @worlds-best-striker @alexis-nessie @gods-chosen-emperor

@oliver-aiku-official @ask-nagi-seishiro @ask-mikage-reo @ask-karasu-tabito @ask-otoya-eita

@hiori-yo @freaky-pink-bug 😆

[mrghostrat]

about your post about posting too much:

first, you are obviously the only person who can be in charge of what/how much you post and what you do and don’t share.

that said, your post reminded me of some other post I’ve seen on here that’s like “if I could print out every thought in your head and read it as a pdf I would”

those of us who follow you do so because we WANT to know what you have to say and want to share in the things you enjoy. so in my opinion you could never post too much or spam my dash

I totally get where you’re coming from as someone who is generally a quiet person who doesn’t talk much irl unless asked a direct question (got that npc energy)

but anyway, this got away from me a bit but bottom line is: you’re doing great bb

💝🐝

thank u i didn’t realise how much i needed this

[thedemonknownasbilly]

So sorry for sending another thing in but I have this idea For Crowley x reader hcs

Have you seen those nebula/space themed light projectors before? (If not I can send pics in)

But I was thinking- maybe reader knows that Crowley isn't able to enjoy the stars anymore (bc of his snake-eyes)- so as a surprise, they set up the bedroom to be super comfortable and bring Crowley in, telling him to close his eyes. They turn off the lights, turn on the projector, and show Crowley.

It's not the same, but hopefully it would be something.

I apologize if this doesn't make any sense. I'm typing this pretty fast.

Also, I just finished Eden and Human and. Billy. Billy you hurt me in the best ways.

-🐝

Never Shine as Bright as Your Eyes - Crowley x GN!Reader

Darlin’ you had me at galaxy projectors. I have one. I’m impossible to drag out of the planetarium. I cried when I realized Dallas didn’t have one.

I will happily write (ex)Star Maker!Crowley any day of the week.

Aziraphale was the one who told you more about Crowley and his past, how they met those millennia ago, how Crowley literally hung the stars.

It certainly made sense, you had spent countless nights at his flat, noticing how his office contained numerous books on space and how there were a few small posters, specifically of Alpha Centauri and the Pillars of Creation. You understood why your beloved demon didn’t want to talk about it, after all he was cast aside from his work, told to never touch or make a star again. It must be painful. You were left to wonder what he thought of the humans mistaking his art as destroyed, only for a few years later for them to announce their error. Did he know the Pillars still stood or was he devastated and mourning?

A question you opted to never ask, not wanting to risk bringing up painful memories, but for now, you giggled endlessly as you opened the small box on the bed, pulling out exactly what you hoped would help Crowley.

Crowley was nothing short of a wonderful partner, showering you in gifts, insisting he pay for everything, making sure you never went a day without at least five “I love you”s, and at last you could return the favor for him, at last you could give him as much happiness as he gave you, and you couldn’t help yourself when you heard the hum of the Bentley pulling into the drive, rushing out to the car and into his arms as he stood.

“This is a lovely welcome home,” he smiled, kissing you sweetly, his arm draping around your waist, he hadn’t even had time to close the car door yet.

“I have a surprise for you,” you blurted out, smile ever growing as he raised an eyebrow, his own grin never falling.

“Oh, really, Pet?” He chucked at your enthusiastic nod, “must be something really special if you’re so excited, tell me what have you done?”

“Close your eyes, please my darling?” He carefully stepped you both out of the way so he could close the car door before nodded and closing his eyes, holding your hands so you could guide him. “No peeking.” You laughed, hardly hearing his resort as you guided him into and through the flat, the plants abruptly standing tall and green as you two passed them. Carefully having him sit down on the bed, you kissed his forehead before having him let go so you could close the door and switch the projector on, the blinds already drawn in.

You couldn’t help to let out a little gasp at the bright galaxy that now filled your room. “Okay, open.” Your heart was pounding, a little scared he’d be upset, but his gasp and wide eyes said everything opposite. You watched as he carefully stood up, spinning slowly in the room as he took it all into view.

“I haven’t… oh, it’s all right, all perfect.” He murmured, walking over to a particular cluster of stars, “these were made that day I met Aziraphale, he helped me. Held the scroll for me.”

“And these were the first ones, ever. Let there be light. That was these.”

“And these…” you sat on the bed, watching as your demon smiled ever so big, rambling on happily about his different creations.

“Thank you,” he said, looking at you with tears of joy in his eyes, “you have no idea how much this all means to me… thank you.” And with that he pulled you up and pressed his lips to yours, only five thousand or so light years away, a new nebula was born.

Once the star maker, always the star maker.