#''you're enough as you are/i'll be watching you from the stars'' HELLO HI I AM ABOUT TO CRY

[radical-rapscallion]

this show is a JOKE am i seriously about to cry over an ALL STAR PARODY

h elp

[factual-fantasy]

29 Asks! Thank you!! :}} 🏇

Ah- yeah that's just a reminder to check the FAQ before asking. :0

I put that notice there because despite having the FAQ, I still got like a dozen asks of things my FAQ already answered...

@caprico54

My Wally does not eat with his eyes, thankfully, XD that cant be good for his vision!

@soulful-rodent

I'm still trying to figure out a way around the 100 link limit.. but maybe someday I will! :0

(Referencing this post)

XDD That makes 3 of us!

@how-am-i-still-here-lmao

The Muppets don't exist in my AU <XD and unfortunately I don't know enough about the Muppets to think of the hypotheticals.. <:( sorry!...💔💔

(Julies monster form post)

If Julie ever did reveal her true form, I'm sure Barnaby would appreciate paw pads! XD Hey! He's not the only one now! :D

AAAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DDD Hugs are by far my favorite thing to draw, so I'm glad you like them and can feel the emotions I try to portray in them!! :DDD

AAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DDD As for the boops.. that's a good question actually :00

I can imagine Frank, Howdy and Poppy wouldn't like a nose boop <XDD

Wally and Eddie would just be confused <XD maybe don't do it to them either..

You might get away with booping Sally once!

Barnaby and Julie would probably laugh and boop you back!

Home would just stare.. 👁️👁️

@randomgir2020 (Referencing this post)

Aw man, <XD I cant relate! I live for the cold. When I get slightly too hot? I am WAY too hot. 😭😭 But it take's a LOT of cold to make me uncomfortable :00

But hey! I guess that means you might be enjoying the summer we've had this year..? XD

(Referencing this post)

I'm thinking Wally and Frank get along swell! :) Wally is respectful and a great listener. And Frank always has something for them to talk about XD

Something I can see them doing is Wally tagging along with Frank when he goes out to study bugs. Wally makes for good conversation but is also good at staying very still and quiet when they're trying to not to scare away a butterfly.. :0

(In response to this post (?))

I didn't intend for Home to directly project nightmares into Wally's mind or anything. But I imagined his many sleepless nights and constant stress/anxiety is what creates them.. <:(

@minnesotamedic186

XD Factual or Fantasy is fine, also sorry/you're welcome!!(?) XDDDD Either way I'm glad you seem to have liked my artwork!! :}}

Evil Sylvester talks the big talk, but in reality he's such a wimp. XD If he saw an enormous Metagross- even if it was just standing there completely neutral- he'd probably run away screaming XDDD

@ninaandthegames

AAAAAA THANK YOU SO MMUCH!! :DDD And don't give up friend! You improve with every piece you make, it gets easier overtime! :)

@caronaro-flipaclip

I have it saved to my watch later list! :D I'm sure I'll get around to it eventually.. <XD

@charactersnatcher

WAHHGGG THANKYIUUUU!!!! :DDDDDD

@xxanxious-anxietyxx

Thank you!! :DD and it was rather funny XDD, although sorry.. I don't take requests! <:/ But don't worry! I'm guaranteed to draw Foxy again at some point XDDD

@neo-metalscottic (Welcome home character chart) (classic FNAF crew) (Last ask with awesome artwork! :} )

Hello hello! :DD I'm glad to hear you've been enjoying my posts recently, thank you so much!! :DDD As for your questions..

Home is interested in Sally because she's so.. strange.. She's a star.. here amongst common people? Walking and talking and dressing like them?.. how odd...

For Julie, Home looks at her and knows this isn't the real her. She is something else beneath the surface. Something much stronger and bigger than she makes herself out to be. Why is she hiding?.. hmm..

And Eddie, well. Its Eddie <XDD Human from our world an all-

As for Poppy, yes yes! Its because she's been around for so long. It used to watch her sleep through her window when she was a child. Well it did, until she made a habit of closing the curtains every night.. I can also imagine that Poppy helped paint Home and what not. Which furthered Homes interest in her :00

As for the FNAF stuff, it was mostly meant to just be a joke, yes. <XD But I did have some thought/structure behind it! :)) The other animatronics might react similarly to Foxy when they overheat. Getting ramblely and disoriented.. eventually just shutting down. But Foxy is particularly vulnerable to heat-

Foxy moves a lot more than the others do. So he's built up a lot more wear and tear than they have. This also means that even though he's missing a lot of his shell all over his body, he still overheats quite frequently..

In that scene, I imagined that Freddy and the gang had preformed a show that day. So Foxy did his friends a solid by pointing the only fan they had towards them..

Unfortunately everyone was too hot and tired to remember that duh, Foxy's internal cooling is shot :x its okay though they were reminded some minutes later when he started rambling about pickles.. <XD

@errorinside

I've always pictured Freddy having a taste for savory things rather than sweet :0 Like pizza! :}}

@i-dogtor-dawg

I've seen a lot of fanart of it! :00 Cat sluggy bois.... I like dem :)

@glitchhayden418

*snimfle... I love her so much.. 🥹💞💞

@artblock200322022

AAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DD I'm glad to hear it!! :}}}]

I can imagine that Home has been very tempted to lock Wally inside, but its trying not to spook him away-

Since Barnaby's gotten involved, he's been spending more and more nights at Barnaby's' house.. Home knows that if it comes on too strongly, Wally might just up and leave. So for now it lays low and doesn't lock him inside..

@jean-arclight (Referencing this post)

In that comic I was going to show Ingo and Emmet's first close encounter with a Tarr.. Ingo wasn't there to protect Emmet..

Emmet was fine in the end and ultimately his injuries were minor. Ingo did a great job taking charge and comforting Emmet in the aftermath. So Emmet was mostly mentally ok. But Ingo took this whole situation really hard.. thinking that Emmet almost died today. And Ingo wasn't even there.. it was awful..

Usually Ingo covers up his feelings for Emmet's sake. But this time he couldn't help but just break down in tears. Coming in after Emmet had already fallen asleep and just scoping him up in a tight hug. Emmet was tired and it wasn't great to have woken him up.. but at this point hearing Emmet's voice might have been the only thing that could soothe Ingo..

Also yeah, <XD I'm glad/sad to hear someone relates to my struggles! <XDD I got to the battle scene and lost a lotta steam. 😞 although these angsty paragraphs reminds me of why brainstormed this comic in the first place! :00 Perhaps I'll finish it someday! :}}

@i-only-created-this-to-read

ONE GRAIN OF SAND?? Man.. but I see what you mean! :0 I'll have to think about that..

That nail thing is GENIUS! :00 The first thing that came to mind though was Home poking a nail out and Wally steps on it <XD giving Barnaby a good reason to stay longer to help him out-

Or, if Barnaby stepped on it, Wally would spend a day or two at Barnaby's house to help him with chores. Since he can't walk now <XD What a backfire Home!

I can see home being able to move almost its entire body for short intervals. Kind'a like focusing and tensing your entire body all at once. But if it wants to make significant movements it can only move little bits at a time.

As for the lock, it cant meld or change the shape of the lock. But it can turn the inside of the lock so that a key wont go in. Effectively making you unable to unlock it. And yes! Home can lock all the doors and windows that are apart of it >:)

@abaroo

Well as the asker previously talked about, Home could stick nails up through the floor <XD That would leave a mark..

I was envisioning less of a child with a toy and more like... a scientist with their experiment..?

Home is very curious about Wally and is kind'a experimenting with him. Seeing how long it can stare at him before he wakes up. When he wakes up, what's the first thing he does? How will Wally react to certain creaks and groans of the floor boards?

Although it is a little closer to the child thing when it comes to Barnaby. Home doesn't like Barnaby because he's looking out for Wally prying into this situation, And he keeps offering his home as a safe heaven taking Wally away for days at a time. He's messing with its experiment....

(In response to this post)

I've considered an interaction where the two of them wind up in the same area and start to chat. They joke back and fourth and generally have a nice conversation. At this point Eddie starts to feel bad and apologizes for always avoiding small talk with Wally..

He explains that after his little freak out at the Christmas party, he's always just felt uneasy whenever he would pass by Wally's house. He then says,

"I might sound crazy here, but it always feels like I'm being watched by somethin, haha!.. <XD"

That's when Wally would pause and his tone would shift drastically. With fear in his eyes he replies,

"...You feel it too?"

This would change their dynamic entirely. They'd now see each other as a victim to the same weird anxiety. Finally someone understands what they're feeling..

The only thing keeping me from doing this though, is that if Wally knew that someone else felt that way, it would make his anxiety a lot more real. I kind'a wanna keep this whole stalking situation in Wally's head. Which is why he hasn't just up and moved in with Barnaby.

If he thinks he is the only one experiencing this "being watched" feeling.. then he'll be more likely to tell himself its not real and stay with Home.

Other than this potential interaction, I actually don't really have any current plans for them to grow closer <:( 💔

AAAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! :DDD Not gonna lie I've been considering it! :00

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

A Hero's Welcome

I am super duper unhappy with this. I just can't get it right, but if I don't post it, I'll get stuck in a rut. As always, please drop a comment below, they are loved and cherished.

This can be read as a The Way the Stars Love the Heavens one-shot or as a standalone, so you don't need to read my series to read this!!

Contains: Fluff, smut (oral sex M and F receiving, fingering, p in v).

2.2K words of pure smut.

Simon comes back after an op and you're happy to welcome him back to base.

It was the soft sound of his tac boots on the hard floors that gave Simon away. Despite how quietly he would always move, the long days of waiting for him to return to base had left you on edge and listening out for every sound that came by your door.

You didn't want to wait any longer, ladylike behaviour be damned, so when the footsteps got close enough to let you know he was right by your dorm, you yanked him into the room. He was still wearing all his tac gear, and he was already grinning when he laid eyes on you, ever the observant soldier, he must have been ready for your reaching arms the second he heard the creaking of your door. "Well hello lovely, did you miss me?"

You all but ripped his mask off his face and pressed your lips to his as your reply, and Simon smiled against your lips as you started to pull his vest off. Your fingers moved haphazardly, and he grabbed one shoulder strap as it fell from his chest. With the vest discarded, you started on the various weapons strapped to his body, finally needing to break away from his lips and look as the task grew.

"You need a hand?" He watched you remove the knife from his hip, your fingers unfocused and rushed, and you nodded as he unbuckled the holster from his other hip and placed it and the gun it held on the ever-growing pile. You reached towards the small of his back, gripping the wad of metal pressed against his skin and pulled it free from the tiny pouch protecting his body.

You laughed when it came into view, and Simon's easy grin had your heart fluttering. "What the hell do you need a trench knife for? The world wars ended a long time ago, dearest."

"The knuckles detach, you know, in case the knife gets stuck." He took it from you and separated the pieces. "See?"

You shook your head and sighed. "Alright then."

You dropped down to your knees to remove his shoes, and he smiled down at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "I'm really getting to gold star treatment, aren't I love?"

"Of course." The knife on his left ankle went first, then the gun on his right and you made your way back up his body to take off his belt. He stopped you, wrapping his hand gently around your wrists before placing your hand on his shoulders and leaning down to kiss you. You felt him grip the edge of your shirt and you lifted your arms as he pulled it over your head.

"Fuck you're so fucking beautiful. I'm the luckiest man on Earth." His lips found your neck, and the added roughness of his beard from being in the field for a week without shaving had you taking in a sharp breath as the texture sent shivers down your spine.

His shirt went next, and he took two steps back to accommodate the height you didn't have so you could pull it off his body. You fought back a giggle, and he brushed his fingers over the apple of your cheek as he looked at you fondly. "What it is love."

"I was hoping I'd find a razor blade taped somewhere." The look on his face told you all you needed to know, and your suspicions were confirmed when he started to undo his belt with a smile. You helped him, pushing his camo pants off his hips and down to a pile on the floor. He had something long and impossibly thing strapped to his thigh, and your eyebrows wrinkled in confusion as you went to undo the strap.

"It's a KGB concealed blade, you know, in case of a pat down." Nevertheless, it joined its brothers and sisters on the pile on your table, and Simon thanked you for all your hard work with another kiss as he removed your bra.

You nipped his lower lip, and one hand went from your hip to your breast so he could play with your nipple. He wasn't as gentle as he usually was, and it had you gasping through the kiss as the roughness of his battle-hardened fingers danced across your sensitive skin. You slid your hand down his body and palmed his cock, and he grunted when you rubbed him through the fabric.

You pulled away from his lips and pressed yours to his cheek, then his chin, then you dipped your head to kiss his neck, stopping briefly from sucking a mark on his throat. "I think I should show you how much I missed you."

His tongue darted out to lick his lips as he used his fingertips to draw circles on your breast. "And how are you going to do that, lovely?"

You smiled and slowly dropped to your knees, pressing kisses to his chest and abs as you went. "I have some ideas."

One of his massive hands found the back of your head as you pulled his boxers down. You used the precum beading at the head to slick your way down as you stroked him, and he groaned when you tightened your hand on the upstroke. You smiled up at him before leaning in and licking him from base to tip like an ice cream, and you felt his fingers tense as he stopped himself from digging them into your hair.

You sucked the tip into your mouth, and he took in a breath as the heat of your mouth made his toes tingle. His head fell back, and his breath quickened as you took him further in, one of your hands moving from his hip to play with his balls. He moaned, his chest rumbling as his hand squeezed your shoulder rhythmically.

He started to rock his hips, a slow and steady back and forth that still let you set the pace, and you could tell by the force of the hand on your shoulder that he was holding back. You took your hand off his balls and moved it to the part of his cock that your mouth couldn't reach, and Simon grunted and a breath left his chest. "Fuckin' ell love, you're gonna kill me."

You hummed an affirmative and pulled back, using both your hands to take the place of your mouth. "Death by blow job, what a way to go."

He shook his head and huffed. "You're asking for it now." He pulled your hands off of him and lifted you up by your upper arms, manhandling you to the bed. "What makes you think it's ok to give me so much lip."

You pressed your lips together to stop yourself from laughing, and he took in your expression before ripping your trousers off, the buttons flying everywhere as you protested. "Hey, those were my favourite."

"I'll repair them for you, don't worry love." He knew he would and the vision of him sitting on the bed with a tiny sewing needle in his hand made you giggle. The sound of ripping pulled you away from your thoughts, and you looked towards his hands, there was no way he could fix your panties, he had torn them in two.

He dropped down and knelt on the floor before manhandling you again, throwing your legs over his shoulders and diving in, licking you from entrance to clit as he moaned. He went in like a man eating his last meal, and you knew you would have bruises in the morning with how hard his hand were squeezing your thighs.

With your ass off the edge, Simon had to support the weight of your legs and he took full advantage, using his massive arms to maneuver you so you couldn't move away from growing pleasure as he increased his efforts with his mouth. He dropped one of your legs but shifted to maintain control as his hand slid up your inner thigh and to your core and moved his mouth to focus solely on your clit.

"Fuck, oh fuck." The feeling of his fingers sliding inside you was wonderful, and the slow pace juxtaposed to the enthusiastic one he had taken with his mouth meant that you felt every ridge of his digits. He crooked his fingers to rub your G-spot and you arched toward his mouth as you grew closer to the edge.

You pressed a hand to your mouth to muffle your growing moans, aware that the walls could only keep so much away, and you didn't want your friends to hear how desperate you must have sounded as Simon touched you. Suddenly, everything stopped and the hand he was using to pleasure you was wrapping around your wrist to pull your hand away from your mouth. "None of that Love, I want to hear you."

"But…" You couldn't really think of a response, not when he was looking at you like he wanted to swallow you whole.

"No buts, be good for me Love and let me hear how good I make you feel." He dove right back in, and your fingers gripped the sheets as the sensations picked up exactly where they left off. You tried to muffle the whimpers, but you were rushing towards the peak like a runaway train.

Your hands found his head, and you scratched his scalp and pushed his head into you, and with one more stroke to your G-spot, your vision went white as the pleasure overtook you. The vibrations of his moans only made the feeling stronger, and he didn't seem to mind the way you were yanking his hair as the orgasm slowly faded.

He didn't stop, and you pushed his head away softly as he chuckled. "Simon, enough."

He pulled away and wiped his face with his hand before standing up with a grin. "You right there love?"

You blinked in indignation. "Am I right? What kind of question is that?"

He was smug, his handsome face twinkling with ego. "I'm just making sure."

You yanked him downwards and used the momentum to flip yourself on top of him, his hands moving to your hips as you settled on top of him. "The bed's too small to flip again, so what are you going to do now?"

He ran one hand up and down your leg while the other moved to your cheek to pull you down for a kiss, and he nipped your lower lip as the kiss deepened. He pulled back, only far enough to speak through his smirk. "Absolutely nothing."

You nodded and brought your hand from where it was resting on his chest to wrap around his cock, jacking it a few times before holding it still so you could slide down slowly. He was always just a little too much, but like this, he was overwhelming, hitting every single space you had until it felt like you were going to burst.

You took in a breath and started to rock slowly, moving your hips back and forth while Simon rubbed gentle circles on your thighs with his thumbs. "You're doing so good for me, Love." You bent at the waist and kissed him, and he ran his hands up and down your back as he started to match your pace.

The kiss turned rough, and he bent one knee to gain more leverage as he overtook the pace. You found yourself unable to straighten back up as he angled his hips to hit your G-spot, and then he was taking your hand off his heaving chest and placing it between your legs. "Touch yourself for me, Love."

You did as he asked, rubbing small circles on your clit as he gripped your hips so tight you knew you'd have bruises by the time the night was up. Simon was grunting like an animal as thrusts increased in force, and your body rocked with each one as your skin started to tingle with release once again. Your head fell into the crook of his neck, and his hands moved to the backs of your thighs for more leverage as you started to clench around him.

"Come on Love, I know you're close, I can feel it, just let go for me." You could tell by the glint in his voice that he was close behind you, and your fingers sped up on your clit as he pressed his lips to yours, swallowing your moans like a man starved as you fell over the edge. His hips stuttered and he held you to him as he pulsed inside you.

With his hips still, you rested on top of his chest to catch your breath while he ran his hands over any skin he could reach. "You need anything from me Love?"

You sighed and turned your head so you could rest your ear against his chest as a steady thumb filled your ear. "No dearest." You smiled softly and rubbed his nose with yours. "Welcome back."

He grinned and kissed you, it was full of love and affection, and your heart swelled as he held your face while his lips moved against yours. He pulled back with one last peck and put his forehead on yours with a sigh. "It's good to be back. I love you y/n."

You mirrored his sigh, enjoying the intimate contact as you grew sleepy. "I love you too Simon."

Fin

@chaos-4baby @shuttlelauncher81 @carma-fanficaddict

[storydays]

Hello Rosie P2

(3rd POV)

*With Charlie*

"Three years I've been sharing my life with her. And I tell her everything: My hopes, my dreams, my insecurities, my embarrassing habits. What fucking deodorant I like..." Charlie continued to rambled, ignoring Alastor's look of irritation as he cleaned his monocle.

 "And she keeps something like this from me. Why would she lie for so long? Does she think I wouldn't accept her? What about me? Me, says un-understanding....misunderstanding? Disunder---Wait, w-where are we?" she asked, finally noticing where they were. 

"Cannibal Town. There's a friend of mine I think you should meet." The demon looped his arm between hers and they started walking. "In Cannibal Town? But it's--It's surprisingly nice here." Charlie smiled. 

"Isn't it, though? And it's all thanks to a very special someone."

They entered a shop to hear a woman talking, "Well, who hasn't thought about eating their first husband? I certainly would have if he didn't taste so bad!" The woman giggled to herself before pulling out a card. "Tell you what; you bring old, tall, dark, and armless to me, and I'll straighten them right out, okay sweetie? Now here's my card and--"

"Oh, my stars. Do my eyes decieve me? Alastor? Alastor!" She called to the demon gleefully, approaching the two. "Where have you been? These halls really lost some of their sparkle without your lively presence and-" She noticed Charlie and her eyes widen slightly. 

"Oh, who's this you brought with you? Come now, Alastor, she's much too young for you." Charlie rolled her eyes at that, as the woman chuckled waving her hand, "Oh, I'm just kidding. I know you're an ace in the hole." 

"A what now?"

"But where are you manners, Mister? Introduce us, why don't you?"

"Ah, yes. Charlie, this is Rosie. The most darling, delightful, and dangerous Overlord this side of the Pentagram." Alastor beamed as Rosie bowed slightly. "Oh, always such a charmer." 

"And Rosie, it's my pleasure to introduce you to Princess Charlie Morningstar, daughter of Lucifer and second in line for the throne of Hell." 

"How do you do?" Charlie laughed awkwardly. "Well, well, isn't this a regal surprise? Come in, come in." Rosie led the blonde deeper into her store. 

"Can I offer you something to eat? I'm sure I have a leg around here or something. Oh, what am I thinking? Small thing like you? You're probably watching your figure" Rosie shook her hips playfully, "How about some nice pinky fingers instead?" 

She held out a case of pinky fingers for Charlie who looked grossed out. "Ummmmm, no, no, thank you, though." 

"Oh, look at you, so polite! Alastor, you could learn a thing or two." Rosie rolled her eyes, gesturing for Charlie to sit and have tea with her. 

"Well, sit down, sit down. Tell Auntie Rosie what she can do for you. You know, Alastor, I got a primo connect on a guy with about of eight blocks of territory and not enough goons to run it. Prime pickings for a deal to be made, my friend." 

"Appreciate the offer, but we're here on business of another kind." 

"Well, don't keep me in suspense. I'm a very busy woman." 

"Well, as you know....the extermination is coming early. It'll be here in a month, and they're coming for my hotel and my friends first, and I-I-I-I-I-I--" "We need your help." The deer supplied, cutting off the rambling princess. "Well, your cannibals' help at least, to fend off the attack."

"Wow! When you ask a favor, you don't start small, do you, Your Highness?" Rosie smirked to herself waving off Charlie's look of discouragement. "Oh, now, don't fret. I didn't say I wouldn't help, but I assume there's more to this plan than a bunch of unarmed cannibals." 

"Oh, your people will be far from helpless when we're done with them. Prince (Y/N) is a skilled warrior who will have them whipped into shape by nightfall. And by the end, they will be able to eat..their...fill!" Alastor grinned menacingly. 

"Well, in that case, sure. Why not?" 

"Really?" gasped the princess, eyes wide. 

"What can I say? I like your moxie, girl. And old Alastor has never done me wrong before." smiled the overlord. 

"Oh, thank you. Thank you, thank you." Charlie beamed. 

*With Vaggie*

The white haired Latina banged on the door, grunting in annoyance. "Carmine! Carmine, we need to speak. I know what you did on Extermination Day. We can talk about it inside, or I can yell about it out here!" 

The door opened, Vaggie raising an eyebrow, hand on her hip before sashaying inside. "Fuckin' right you open that door."

She walked into the dark building, calling out hesitantly. "Hello?"

"You have 2 minutes to convince me not to silence you for good." Carmilla's voice echoed into the dark before a light shined dramatically onto her.

"Miss Carmine, I'm here on appointment from the princess to enlist your aid in the defense of Hell from the Angelic Extermintation. We know an angel fell at your hands, and we need to know how." 

"No."

"What do you mean, 'no'? The Princess of Hell--"

"Means nothing to me. You have to do better than that. 90 seconds." the weapons Overlord glowered. 

"With your knowledge, we wouldn't have to helplessly stand by while--" Vaggie tried again.

"Clearly I am not the helpless one here. 80 seconds."

"Well, then why? Why wouldn't you use what you know to fight?" 

"To avoid the very problem you and your little friends are facing right now. I will not invite destruction into my house, on my people." Carmilla replied, her shoes clinking against the floor menacingly. 

"You think we asked for this?" Vaggie snapped, "All Charlie has ever done is try to make things better to help her people, who news flash, include your people too." 

"And how exactly has that worked out for her? 45 seconds."

"We didn't pick the fight, but it's here now. And they aren't going to stop with us. You didn't see the look on their leader's face. With us out of the way,  it's only a matter of time before they come for the rest of you. They won't stop until all of Hell is wiped out, so you can help us make a stand here together, or you can stand alone tomorrow. And what do you think your chances will be then?" Vaggie asked, breathlessly. 

"You're out of time." Carmilla replied before pouncing onto the ex-angel, and knocking her to the floor. 

"Angels attack quickly, viciously, and without mercy. You'll need to defend better than that." 

*With Charlie*

"Cannibals and Cannibettes,  assemble in the square!" Rosie called through a megaphone before turning to a worried Charlie. "Now, darling, you know I would do anything, anything for my clients, but I can't exactly command all of Cannibal Town to follow someone else into battle. Now don't get me wrong, they love carnage and bloodshed, but to get this group into line, you got to win 'em over. Settle in!" she called again. 

"Settle in! Important meeting!" 

"But how do I--" Charlie asked, worriedly. 

"With sparkle! Razzmatazz and that oh so appealing moxie of yours." Rosie grinned. 

"Shouldn't be a problem. It's not like you've ever failed to inspire before." Alastor butted in before heading up the pergola. *

"Now, fair warning: This group sticks together, so in order to convince any of them you'll need all of them. And there's one in paticular---" "Uuuugh, Susan."  Alastor groaned, ears pinned down in annoyance.

 "Susan." Rosie deadpanned, "Who's a bit of an...uh--" "Ornery old bitch?" The Radio Demon supplied helpfully. "That." Agreed the cannibal woman. "She's tough, but win her over, and the rest will be easy as pie. Ready?"

"I guess." hummed Charlie. 

"Everyone, we have a very special, very royal guest this evening. Please, put your bloody hands together for  Princess Charlie!" Rosie announced through her megaphone. Charlie waved before a voice called from the back, "Boooo! Bring Rosie or Prince (Y/N) back!" The crowd parted to reveal an elder cannibal with a scowl on her face.

This was Susan.

Charlie briefly wondered what business did her brother have in Cannibal Town before turning slightly to the two Overlords who looked equally annoyed. 

"Susan?" She asked. 

"Susan/Susan." 

Charlie cleared her throat nervously, tapping the microphone, wincing as the microphone squealed. 

"Sorry, uh okay, uh, my name's Charlie, and--" 

"Boooo!"

"Well, I run this hotel with my brother and my part..and someone else and.."

"Get off the stage you blue blood bitch. Booooo!" Susan yelled.

"Wait, let me start over." Charlie stuttered.

"We don't give a shit about some hotel."

"Angels are coming to kill us all and we need help defending our realm--"

"--leave before I eat those big ass eyes of yours!" Susan threatened.

"So--we, uh, we need your help--"

"Boo! Get off!"

"With your assistance, we can make a stand for--" Charlie could feel herself panicking, and started singing. "I...I have a dream...." 

"Where's the showman ship? Where's the finesse? Fuckin' mediocre!" Susan called. 

"FUck yOu, YoU OlD BITCH!" Charlie screamed into the microphone, flipping off the old bitch, making the audience gasp.

"Okay! We'll be back after a breif intermission." Rosie grinned awkwardly. 

*With Vaggie*

Vaggie grunted as she was thrown into a pillar before charging with her angelic spear. "Fuckkj,jikjh n! Ow!" She grunted as Carmilla continued to beat the fuck out of her.  "Come on, what is this?" She groaned.

"You want me to teach you how to beat angels? That's what I'm doing." shrugged Carmilla.

"By beating the shit out of me? I'm not used to fighting with long hair." Vaggie groused.

Carmilla took her hair down, dodging another one of Vaggie's attacks. "By showing you the flaws in your own fighting style. Yours and all your sisters'."

"Wait..you know I'm an exorcist? How?" Vaggie asked. 

"You have a giant X over your eye and wield an angelic spear, it's not rocket science." Carmilla rolled her eyes. 

"(Y/N) said the same thing. How has no one else figured this out?" Vaggie scoffed. 

"Before you found out about me, did you know Angels could be harmed?" asked the weapons Overlord. 

"No." replied the ex-exorcist before charging again. 

Carmilla put her on her ass....again.

"That shows in how you fight. You leave yourself open with every swing. You fight like someone unafraid of harm, and this is what you'll take advantage of. Angels wield no shields, little armor and fight with reckless abandon. Strike them here, here and here." 

Vaggie grunted as Carmilla hit her in three different spots.

"With what? Some secret weapon of yours?" 

"Stupid girl, are you really so dense, you don't realize you're holding the answer?" Carmilla asked, hand on her hip. 

"Angelic weapons? It's that simple? How has no one else figured this out? Maybe (Y/N) did, maybe that's why he was able to kill those angels all those years ago."  Vaggie wondered.

Carmilla shrugged. "Angelic steel isn't common, and those who have it, aren't exactly rushing off to test it against the exorcists. When my daughters and I were cornered in that last extermination, I tried to buy time for my girls to flee, and well, you don't become an angelic arms dealer without arming yourself first." 

"Well, look at that. You might just survive this." Carmilla grinned. 

"We're gonna need more weapons." Vaggie grinned back. 

*End*

Sorry there wasn't a lot of (Y/N) lol, it was kind of hard to fit him in this episode.

[jawbone-xylophone]

Is this a stellar example of my writing? No. Am I posting it anyway? Yes.

Based on Hades 2 early access. I'm having fun with the idea of ways Melinoë could meet Hypnos.

~🌘🥀🌒~

The escape spell, the cruelly necessary evidence of her failure, tugged Melinoë through the weft of the world like a slipped stitch.

The scythe had hurt. The scythe always hurt, as proper punishment for her carelessness and proof that she was not sharp enough, quick enough, strong enough to complete the only task she'd ever been given- and now the magic primed in case of her failure would reel her back like a naughty kitten, all teeth and claws and no discipline. To darkness. To dreams. To do this again.

"-goodness, your near-deaths are always so violent, it's hard to get a word in edgewise! ...Hello? Hello? Is this thing on?"

In the dark between life and living again, Melinoë blinked.

Sometimes, there were memories here, wrested from the jaws of Time in recompense. Her pound of metaphorical flesh. Sometimes, there was Moros, who was there when all men died.

Here and now, there was a startlingly familiar god with startlingly short curls, grinning at her over a plucked poppy. He twirled it through his fingers and beamed.

"There you are, princess. Welcome to almost dying! You should try not doing that, I hear it's bad for your health."

"Lord... Hypnos?" He was awake? ...did this count as awake? "Is it really you?"

Hypnos shrugged, plucking a petal from his poppy flower. "Really me? That's a funny question. Not a very useful one, but a funny one! I'll think about it and get back to you." He plucked another petal, the little sound too-loud, too fleshy somehow. "You're waking up soon."

She couldn't exactly tell. It was always cold here, skimming the edge of silent oblivion. Melinoë tried to bow with limbs she couldn't feel. "I am honored by your visit, Lord Hypnos, if it is truly you. To what do I owe the pleasure? Perhaps you know of some way to wake your body...? Everyone misses you terribly."

He giggled at her strangely, shaking his head with a queer look like he worried for her head. "Waking me up is the last thing you need to worry about, princess. I'm Sleep! I'm busy. My brother's trapped, somewhere." He smiled, but it showed no teeth, and the gold of his eyes shone with brittle ice. He plucked another petal, calm and controlled, and she heard the flesh of it tear almost wetly, milky sap bleeding over his fingers. Hypnos prodded at it, felt the stickiness between his fingers, and she felt the cold clamp around her spine like gentle fangs.

He would not harm her. Probably. But she'd only watched him sleep her entire life- never actually spoken to him. And he had every reason to be waking in a terrible mood. She swallowed, and clung hard to polite protocol.

"You're waking up," he said again before she could speak, considering the ragged edge of torn petals. "You're trying to kill my uncle- and it seems you're having a bit of trouble! I'm sure you can do it, but maybe try something more effective than stabbing. We've been there, done that."

"A spell, then? Some kind of incantation?" That wouldn't shock her.

Hypnos yawned widely. Perhaps a little too widely, like he hadn't remembered how many teeth a person should have. "Nnno, no. I mean maybe. You never know!" He stretched, blinking heavily, and dragged golden eyes over her ragged body. "What're you the goddess of, anyway? If you're fighting a god, shouldn't you fight like a god? Just an idea."

The goddess of? That. Well. Hm. She'd been raised for a purpose. "Killing Time, I suppose."

Hypnos coughed in the middle of nibbling on a flower, snorted, and erupted in tinkling giggles that filled oblivion with little stars for a moment. "Oh- oh, that's good, wow. I like you. We have to do this again sometime." A final flower petal split off under his fingers, weeping white blood, and he waggled it at her in a little wave. "Or maybe we won't! You're smart, maybe you'll kill poor old uncle Chronos this time. Don't forget my advice and you'll do great, I know it."

She wanted to tell him to wait. She wanted to ask questions, do something. He'd been both helpful and not, if she just asked the right question then perhaps- but the cold prickle of moonlight raced like hellfire through her limbs, shocked awake from mostly-dead to debatably-alive, and the dewy grass of the Crossroads clung to her cheek like poppy sap.

She groaned, long and low, in the smallest moment of wallowing she could afford. Back to killing Time again.

The wind in the withered trees sounded almost like tinkling laughter.

[fuxuannie]

Hey ^^ congratulation's on reaching around 50 followers!!!

If it's ok with you, how abt a Xiao x yaksha reader or Albedo x failed prototype reader? maybe reader is a prototype of the electro archon or smth. I didn't see enough contents of these qwq Only if it's ok with you ofc! feel free to ignore ^^

* pairing(s) : albedo x failed prototype reader, xiao x yaksha reader

* prompt : request

* authors note : this is SOOO so old im so so sorry. tears in my eyes FR! this isn't a fanfic, rather two short oneshots of mentioned situation.

ALBEDO stared at you curiously, watching you look around the room as a crystalfly flew by. You had purple hair, and an electro sigil imprinted on the back of your neck. He heard of the puppets that the Electro Archon made over time to rule over Inazuma, and figured that you were one of them. But how did you manage to make it to Mondstadt..? That was a question for another day.

"Hello?" He began, kneeling down infront of you to catch your attention. "Hello." You replied with monotonous tone. "Do.. you have a name?" Albedo asked, smiling a little to avoid any intimidating aura. "Will a name provide a step closer to eternity?" You answered with another question, that was clearly another sign of you being a puppet for the Electro Archon. "Well, this will be rough. You remind me of.. me." He sighs, standing up while watching you follow his gaze and look up at him.

"I'll help you, okay? I'll help you be your own person." Albedo promised, but you tilt your head in confusion. "How will you understand? I am but a puppet, a failed prototype. I was not good enough for Ei, neither was he. There's no point in helping us." You say bluntly, shaking your head as your expression failed to change.

Albedo smiled a little at your statement, gaining even more confusion from you. He grabs your hand gently, putting it against his chest. You don't understand what this intends to prove, until you realize.. he doesn't breathe. He has no heartbeat. Your eyes widen a little at this realization, your gaze lingered on your hand on his chest before looking him in the eyes.

"You're.. like me?"

"We're more alike than you think, my dear."

XIAO couldn't describe how grateful he was to find out that one of the yaksha's, the ones he believed died thousands of years ago, was still alive. He could barely breathe as you stood infront of him, his wobbly legs running to you and throwing you into a hug. "Y/N." He whispered, his grip around you tightened softly. As if letting go, you'd go disappear again. "Xiao.." You say in return, barely holding back tears as you chuckle in his arms. "I'm here, I'm okay."

Once you returned, Xiao wasted no time questioning you on where in Teyvat have you been. You try to answer all his questions, simply happy to be in his presence again. You missed him, you missed the others, but at least you weren't the last like you thought. "I can't believe.. all this time, you were alive?" He said in disbelief, sitting on top of Wangshuu Inn with you by his side. "I was, I am. I'll continue living when you're here to live with me." You smiled, leaning on his shoulder as he wasn't opposed to the action. Simply smiling at your warm aura, that had him calm in mere seconds.

The Conqueror of Demons, The Vigilant Yaksha, they were all but titles to you. To you, Xiao was simply Xiao. The yaksha who would be grumpy if you woke him from his nap, who enjoyed to train from day to night, who you loved and who loved you.

You thought you'd have to ascend to Celestia to see him again, but as you both admire the stars that shone brightly in the night sky, you're glad you get to enjoy these moments for a bit longer.

[themonotonysyndrome]

I hope this isn’t to much to ask for but could you give us some head cannons about Rhett and the queen’s relationship 🥹

HELLO DEAR, ANON! I AM VERY SORRY THAT IT TOOK A WHOLE ASS WEEK TO POST THIS! 🙇🏻‍♀️ I'll spare you the excuses and no, it's not too much to ask! I love cooking up headcanons!

So let's get to it.

Rhett & Queen Ascendant post-series headcanons:

So. Ruling a country. As a pair of Witch Hunter and Water Ascendant. The Baroness' traitorous servant ain't kidding. They don't really know how to govern a country. HOWEVER! Rhett and his wife are quick to learn the ropes once the Baroness deems they have enough knowledge to not set Intacia on fire. And you know what? The couple winging it actually makes ruling a lot more efficient!

These two love petty arguments. To pass the time when a court session drags on, Rhett and the Queen argue about the shades of the curtains with their eyes—I repeat, their eyes! They're so in sync that they can argue with just their eyes.

At Castin's behest, Rhett and the Queen each have royal bodyguards (Kingsguard & Queensguard, ala Game of Thrones)—Intacian warriors that Castin personally chooses and only those who could beat him in a duel. Their task is to always accompany the couple, and you know what? While Rhett enjoys sparring with them occasionally, the Queen enjoys giving them the slip when they least expect it, causing them endless grief. It became her new favourite hobby.

If you're lucky enough, you can sometimes catch the Queen performing water tricks and performances in the palace gardens. Rhett makes it a point to watch it from afar whenever he can, just basking at the sight of his wife in all her glory.

Whenever Rhett is annoyed with Castin, he has a habit of stealing Castin's stuff. So when the Commander storms the palace for his missing underwear, the Queen immediately hides it elsewhere while Rhett is busy distracting Castin, lol.

Unlike the Baroness, the Queen Ascendant expresses her emotions very freely. So, if you see her, stop smiling. Yeah, go call the King unless you want the entire palace flooded.

Date nights for these two consist of star gazing and hiding away from the world and their crowns in the forest for even just a moment. It's how the two stay true to their roots, and they would have very deep discussions, such as if they want children or what they would do if the other tragically die first.

[sweet-honey-tears]

3 Wishes

Tanjiro x fem!Reader in Aladdin Au

Hello! Long time no see! So this was a request for Tanjiro x femReader in an Aladdin Au. Imma deal with you all- I haven’t watched the movie in years and kinda hate Disney- don’t ask. So I hope you all enjoy and I’m sorry about the wait and how… off this story line is. This is my first time EVER writing for Demon Slayer soo…. Advice is welcomed.

Tanjiro counts his stars when he looks at you. The princess of the empire who somehow fell in love with a boy who barely scraped by.

His honesty and pure heart never allowed him to steal like others in his position, and he seemed to always give away what little food he got.

"His parents would be proud." The old ladies would say.

The town believes that's why you fell in love with it. A Jem in the city of filth and decay. There was fear in the streets, something you hadn't been aware of till the day you traveled there. You had been being followed by a group, likely those under Muzan. Yet, you only knew once it was too late- or so you thought.

"Are you okay, Miss?" His big red eyes held nothing but kindness despite the crimson color. "Ah! I'm so sorry!" He pleaded with surprise, his arm leaving your waist from where he pulled you away from the group. Hiding the two of you in a small ally.

From that day, Tanjiro seemed to find you, or you him.

He always saw you dressed as the citizens you ruled. Yet.. they were always clean. You seemed to… kept? Too unaware of the dangers to truly be from around the area.

"Do you work in the palace?"

"W-what?"

"You smell like like dried flowers and jasmine" Your face made him regret his words. "AH, I have a really good noise! Like I can smell the bread being baked down the street right now!"

A servant at the palace. Yes… that's what you were.

"What is it like there?"

"Smothering, but.. It's a good life. I'm grateful for where I am." Especially after seeing the truth of the kingdom you were destined to rule.

Months passed, and you met his closest friends and even his little sister. It all worked until Muzan found out you were unguarded walking around the streets.

"Please stay behind me." "Tanjiro!" "I'll be okay."

"Come now, princesses, it's time to return." The voice caused your skin to crawl. You knew this man, his white hair and colorful eyes. He was a monster.

"Pr-princesses?… No, it doesn't matter. She doesn't want to go!"

You were wrong, Tanjiro. His Eyes weren't like blood; they were like fire. Blood is too sticky to compare to the beauty of his soul.

——Skip——

Tanjiro had been lucky to find the lamp and lucky to love you. Three wishes: Your safety, wealth…

"Tanjiro!" You had screamed, seeing the male limp on the ground as Muzan laughed. What had gone wrong? You had been stabbed, yet the blade seemed to cut nothing; only your clothes showed you had been stabbed.

"I wish for her to always be protected."

"Young master, whatever she becomes afflicted with, you will instead."

"That's okay, as long as she's safe."

He had risen in status, wishing for wealth and handing it out as quickly as he received it.

"Now I can be with you if that's what you want."

"Ha! I see. How pathetic." Muzan had grabbed you, trapping your form against his own. "If I can't harm her, then I'll take her. You'll live enough to know everything you wish was in vain. Even in death, you'll mourn. You're pathetic."

—-Skip—-

How strange and horrific, watching the man melt into a pool of black as his soul left his body. Pulled from the air and trapped in the lamp. A fever dream, one would say, but it wasn't.

"Tanjiro!"

You grasped the boy's battered body as he gave you a sweet smile. "You're okay, I'm glad."

Tanjiro survived-a slight limp and scar is the only thing left. He was your right hand, your husband. Loved by the people and generous beyond words.

"Be free, enjoy the world."

"I wish you the best of luck."

@princeasimdiya12

[justaduckarts]

🗣💕✨️🦆

Can we have a drabble of Eclipse or Star Holder being a jelly bean?

"No way.. You're actually jealous."// "Darling.. are you.. jealous?"

I'm interested, how Eclipse would act, if he's being a jelly bean.

In the same time, I think Star Holder wouldn't exactly know what jealousy is.. since they didn't even know how love feels.

Fyfw7hdruh I'll give you platonic smooches

Ok Bye bye

Hello!

One jelly star comin' up!

(Okay I'm ngl I may have gone a little nuts on this)

Spoilers for One Who Holds a Star!

TW: Mentions of loss

The fire crackled softly. Waves gently lapped the shore. Moonlight reflected off the ocean water.

Pluto and Lunar were in the midst of a tickle-wrestle fight, rolling around in the sand and laughing merrily. Lunar was at an advantage; one pair of hands pinned Pluto's wrists while the other pair tickled her mercilessly. Her snorty laughter filled the night.

Warm arms held you close. You were snug in Eclipse's lap, watching the way the tide rushed in and out. Across from you and your large partner, Bonnie was having a drink and enjoying the peace.

Glancing up at Eclipse, you followed his gaze back over to Pluto and Lunar.

"Is something bothering you?"

When tour fingers brushed his arm, Eclipse turned his attention to you. A soft smile spread across his face.

"Forgive me. I was just happy to see her looking so free." He sighed, looking back at Pluto, "I had feared she would never get to be like this again." The smile on his face stretched.

"Truly, I'm glad to see her like this again. Free. Happy. It's what she deserves."

You looked at Pluto. She squealed, attempting to escape Lunar's playful teasing. Then your gaze returned to Eclipse. The softness of his expression felt familiar. You realized it was because he often looked at you that same way.

"...Could it be that you..." You almost didn't want to ask. "You love her?"

The way he tensed against you was answer enough. You slipped from his arms and stood, feeling awkward. Of course he would. Who wouldn't adore Pluto?

"Darling, are you upset?" He looked at you, surprised. "You aren't jealous-

"What if I am?" You fidgeted, looking off to the side. "Pluto is lovely..."

"Certainly, she is." Eclipse nodded. "But you are just as lovely." He gently took your hands.

"Would you say flowers are lovely?" He asked gently.

"...Yes?" You were puzzled by the sudden change of topic.

"And what about stars?" He smiled. "Are stars also lovely?"

"Yes..." You nodded, unsure where he was going.

"You see? The world is full of wonderful things. One can't be compared to another. I certainly love Pluto, but that doesn't make my love for you any less real." Eclipse kissed your forehead. "Pluto and I have a... complex history. You've no need to fret. I am for you, dear. And no other."

You slowly sank back into his arms, allowing him to envelop you.

"Forgive me, Clipsy. I just... I've never seen you look that way at someone else." Now you felt foolish for letting it get to you.

"It's alright, my love." Eclipse cradled you close to his chest, "I assure you, I've no plans of entangling with Pluto. That ship has long since sailed." He rubbed your back.

"What happened with you and Pluto?" You looked at him, curiosity and worry mixing in your stomach.

Hesitating, Eclipse looked up at the sky.

"We met when I was still a child. She was a few years older than me. And I thought she was incredible!" He grinned, "she used to spar with us and put us all on our backs." Laughing, Eclipse shook his head.

"Truth be told, I harbored feelings for her for a long, long time." He sighed, "unfortunately, she was always looking towards my brother. My whole youth was that way- things I wanted ended up falling into his lap. He was brighter, prettier. Popular. Most the goddesses around us were after him."

Eclipse sighed, "I'm not proud of how I handled the situation. I justified my actions by telling myself that I was preventing the star's abuse. But truthfully... I know some part of it was my own jealousy. I couldn't have her, that I could accept. But for Sun to have her? After all he'd done to me? I couldn't stand the thought."

The arms around you tightened slightly. You rubbed one of his arms gently. He smiled.

"That's all in the last, though. Now, all I can hope for is that I might be a better friend this time around."

You nodded, feeling silly for being upset in the first place.

"I think you're doing a good job," you said gently. Eclipse smiled, patting your back.

"Thank you, my love."

As the night carried on, you drifted off to sleep on the blanket that Bonnie had spread out on the sand. The sound of the tide lulled you deep into your dreams.

The gods around you were winding down, too. Eclipse sat, your head on his thigh, gently tracing circles into your back. He'd volunteered to take first watch of the night. Though, likely he'd just let everyone sleep and stay awake through the night.

Pluto was already curled up right on the sand, sleeping blissfully. Bonnie's head was nodding, the empty wine bottle next to him tipped over. He struggled to keep his magenta eyes open, blue ears twitching softly.

And then there was Lunar. He was still on his feet, staring up into the night sky, back to the group.

"Lunar," Eclipse said quietly, "you should get some sleep."

The pale god turned to Eclipse, a complex look on his face.

"I'm fine," Lunar shook his head.

"I know you and I do not get along, but you still need your strength," Eclipse pressed. Lunar frowned. He looked at you, cuddled up to Eclipse.

Eclipse knew Lunar was feeling jealous. He knew, because Eclipse was struggling with his own jealousy. How could he not, when you were walking all about in Lunar's tunic?

"Would you stop acting like you're the bigger person?" Lunar scoffed, "figuratively, obviously. You act like you're trying to be fair and reasonable, but look at you."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Eclipse crossed his upper arms, frowning. Lunar crossed both pairs of arms, rolling his eyes.

"Are you serious? Pretty star? Right in your lap? Could you be less subtle?" Lunar's foot tapped, "if you were really concerned about being fair, you wouldn't hog all their attention."

"I'm not-

"Then why are you always all over them, hm?" Lunar's eyes narrowed.

"We're in the midst of a war, Lunar. And the sun god's goal is the star. I am trying to keep them safe." A little growl slipped into Eclipse's voice.

"Oh, so you just don't trust me to do it." Lunar growled back.

"I think you've given me plenty reason not to trust you," Eclipse pointed out, teeth bared.

"Oh, will you ever let that go?" Lunar threw his hands up, "I didn't know he was possessed! I just saw you sneaking around with our star and I- ugh, I don't have to explain myself to you." Lunar crossed his arms.

The silence was thick.

"Man, the two of you really are like fire and oil," Bonnie's southern twang cut through the quiet. Both gods snapped their attention to the half-asleep rabbit.

"Not to overstep, your highness," Bonnie yawned, "but y'know, you're both in the wrong. Snarling at each other all the time like you are, do you think that's going to help? Who are you at war with again?"

"...Sun," Eclipse sighed, crossing his arms.

"Refresh my memory, Lunar," Bonnie continued, "why'd we come out to the beach?"

Lunar fidgeted.

"...To help our star feel better."

"Not just our little star god." Bonnie opened his bag and pulled out yet another bottle of wine and a few wooden cups. "We're out here for morale. If we spend every second of every day pressed over the brewing tension, we'll eventually pop, yeah?"

"That's true," Eclipse sighed.

"Maybe," Lunar frowned, slowly sinking onto the corner of the blanket by your feet. The tired old rabbit poured a few cups of wine and passed them around.

"I know the two of you have had a rocky start, and I know that there are a lot of strong feelings goin' around. But maybe, just maybe, you can sit and talk them out instead of trying to rip each other's throats out like a pair of wild dogs?" Bonnie took a long sip from his cup.

Lunar stared down into his cup, brow knit.

"...It's... not easy for me to control how I feel. It hasn't been since..."

"Since you were poisoned?" Eclipse glanced at Lunar. The smaller god shut his eyes tight.

"...Yeah." His voice came out a whisper.

"I've done some reading, apparently lead poisoning can cause behavioral issues." Eclipse nodded, "I'm... sorry that your village was failed in such a way."

"That's in the past," Lunar shrugged, "what does that even have to do with anything?"

"We're trying to communicate," Bonnie interjected.

"Well it feels like we're just blaming all of it on me now," Lunar snapped, "your temper isn't exactly the most under control either." He glared up at Eclipse.

"You're right," the dark god nodded, "I do struggle to... stay cool-headed." He sighed.

"I suppose in that regard, I'm like my father."

"You're not like him," Bonnie assured, "and Lunar, you aren't a problem. The two of you just need to talk."

Lunar hesitated.

"...I get scared," he admitted, "I've lost everything before. I just... When I see how much our star loves you, I start to think I'm going to lose everything all over again." Blue eyes grew misty with his soft admission.

Eclipse chuckled dryly. Lunar bristled.

"Are my fears funny to you?"

"No," the larger god shook his head, "forgive me. I'm only laughing because that's exactly how I feel." Eclipse looked at Lunar. The soft glow of his rays dimmed.

The look the two shared spoke more than words ever could.

Then, Lunar quietly returned to drinking.

"I will try to be less clingy," Eclipse said softly.

"I appreciate that," Lunar nodded. He passed his empty cup back to Bonnie.

"It's a start," Bonnie shrugged. "You should get some sleep, Lunar. And Eclipse, don't you dare stay up all night."

Eclipse tensed. "Oh, uh... Of course, Bonnibel."

The rabbit snickered before curling up on the sand himself.

As Lunar moved to go and sleep beside Pluto, Eclipse caught the hem of his tunic. Lunar looked back at Eclipse, confused.

"Why don't you stay over here and help me keep them warm, hm?" Eclipse gestured to your sleeping form. Lunar's eyes widened slightly.

"...Really?"

"Really really," Eclipse smiled.

.

When you woke in the morning, you found yourself snugly tucked between Eclipse and Lunar. Both were fast asleep, purring on either side of you.

The sight of the two of them, so at ease, made you smile. You decided you'd wait a little longer to get up and start the day.

[pomefioredove]

hello hello miss dove ! congratulations on your 500 followers :)

if it's convenient for you, could i please exclude lilia and trey (not to be rude to them i just don't like trey and lilia is an old man basically)

i'm not the best with describing myself but i'll try (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

on the mbti personality test, i am an istp, so from that, i would guess that i'm pretty blunt? idk. i can't really handle situations well, so i practically just go into blunt blank slate mode where i'm just like "you do you ig"

when in the case i am handling the situation with mild proficiency or i like the subject, i can seem quite energized. i always move may hands around or am jumping (i think is how you would describe it? idk, sort of similar to when you're going like |┘^^|┘but up and down and also bouncing like wawawawa)

i am however, easily distracted and procrastinate often. it's not like i do it on purpose but things get boring and i want to do other things but i feel a moral obligations to do the boring things and then i get stuck in that cycle for half an hour (i'm not sure shy, i was told adhd but i'm not diagnosed) i still get straight A though (my mom says i was a stem kid (science technology engineering math))

i <333 sleep but sleep with another person in close proximity is a no no. personal space please and thank you

physical contact?? in theory yes, but actually no

sleep <3

lyney and furina?? i am literally a star trust i am furina and lyney combined that got isekaid to this world (trust)

interest (romance wise)? lyney <3

i am talking too much about myself im sorry

i enjoy video games (too much) like genshin, hsr, twst(trust) pjsk or visual novels, and I have a nice little kirara box from genshin that i made ^^ i like collecting things that i like (cute stuff), watching anime that interest me (cooking anime <3) and food, because food is good, but if i eat too much food i will feel ＞︿＜ and i don't like feeling nasty. baked goods taste good but not too sweet or else the nasty forms. i can also play instruments !! (violin, contrabass, piano, currently semi-learning viola and cello, i can hold a flute correctly)

sadly i get sick all of the time (my friends have said "you have no immune system" or "sickly victorian child" exact words) but that's a lie im too good to get sick (not real)

i almost had a black belt in taekwondo but i didn't like taekwondo so i left (also covid happened but that's not important)

should i also describe myself? i will, but please ignore this bit if you don't need it

im not tall, but not incredibly short (~160cm) i've been told that i have pretty eyes (hazel) but me personally i just think that they look like standard eyes, they do their job well enough (they are not good at their job my eyes cannot see and i need glasses (contacts are scary)) i have very dark black hair that fades into, you guessed it, dark dark brown hair. (my mom once described it as soft black but idk) its styled like gaming's hair from genshin but a little bit longer (i like to think i look very neutral but i look like a female)

my lifestyle i think is pretty normal. i go to school, go to weekly math or coding club, go home and do work, p r o c r a s t i n a t e, sleep repeat until weekend where i life is a void of forgetfulness and then FUWUASHSH!! monday again. in my free time i do enjoy occasionally baking and traveling (japan !!)

oh no its long i'm sorry i rambled on too much :( please don't take this request if you are too busy i don't want you to feel overwhelmed. if you do want to write for this, then i will be dutifully watchin your posts to see anything familiar (‘-‘*ゞ i'm sorry if everything in this request sounds weird, i am not good with my english. please take care of yourself and have a great happy awesome super delicous wonderhoy day !!

-person who loves your work

I match you with 𝐒𝐞𝐛𝐞𝐤 𝐙𝐢𝐠𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐭

The First Impression:

Sebek is... Sebek. He can be a little hard to get through to at times, even if his core intentions are good. And he doesn't exactly leave a good impression on a lot of people... not that he means to. Perhaps it's your bluntness, or your nonchalant attitude towards him, but for whatever reason, he doesn't immediately write you off.

Why He Fell:

You guys will kill me for this but Sebek is a little cutie. A little fanboy. He's also jumping up and down like wawawawa when he gets excited. He has a lot of growing to do, but if there's anything admirable about him, it's that once you're close to him, he will care about you forever. (Whether he'd like to admit that or not).

Though, truly, he admires you. You're obviously intelligent, you're honest (AKA blunt, but so is he), you have experience in martial arts... somehow, he finds himself watching his tone more around you, and shelving his boisterous, over-confident persona.

The Relationship:

No touching, no problem. Sebek is already getting used to this whole "dating" thing (not that he can't handle being eternally devoted to another person... look at the guy), and he might even breathe a sigh of relief when you say you don't have to sleep in the same bed.

Sebek is... protective, and that's an understatement. He loves people fiercely, and isn't shy about it. You can expect lots of attention and worry and care, especially as someone who gets sick a lot. He will insist on doing everything for you. He'll make an attempt to keep you on task when you need it, too, though he might not be as great at preventing you from overexerting yourself (as he is with himself!)

[assortedvillainvault]

Hello! I saw your requests are open, and I was wondering if you could write some headcanons either for Hector Barbossa or Davy Jones. I recently rewatched PotC and somehow fell for both of them <3 I can't really decide between them though, so I'll leave the choice to you for which of them you want to write (of course you can also do both but I don't want to ask for too much)

For the scenario I don't have anything specific in mind, I'd appreciate any cute fluff honestly. If you want some kind of guideline, maybe something along the lines "how they express their love for their s/o" (the reader can be female or gender-neutral), but if you have a different idea feel free to write that instead^^

I'd be happy if you can make something from my request :D

I am. SO sorry for how long it has taken for me to get to this request - thank you so much for your patience and I hope you enjoy some quality fluff for these crusty old men:

(I tend to write any x Readers as gender neutral by default)

Barbossa X Reader Fluff Headcannons

Barbossa, for all his grandeur and posturing, doesn't actually want you to be the meek pushover kind of partner.

He's an unrepentant drama queen with a childish streak and a love of games. If anything, what he wants is a partner with enough gumption to meet his antics head on.

AKA he wants to argue with you enough that you steal his hat, run around his cabin with him in hot pursuit and then snog under the stars once he catches you. Yknow. #JustCaptainThings

He's going to be dramatic 24/7. It's just his nature at this point. You can't change it. Jack is insane, Norrington is noble, Jones has a pout strong enough to put the sea itself on the housing market and Barbossa is waxing lyrical at the wheel while you turn a spectacular shade of red and the crew desperately avoids eye contact.

You're getting draped in the spoils of the pirate hoard whether you want it or not. Just waking up absolutely draped in pearls and jewels while he parses the rest of the stash for the right shade of silk to match your eyes.

He's a touchy guy. Wants you close by at all times if not all but draped over him. Will not hesitate to pull you into his lap. Get comfy.

If somebody has to gall to disrespect you he has two modes:

1. You deal with the offender yourself while he watches from the top railing - all but hollering 'That be my WIFE/HUSBAND/PARTNER!' and yeeting the nearest hat into the ocean as you break your assailants noses.

2. You're overpowered and he strides in with a spitting fury, pistols smoking as the offenders drop like bloody flies. 'That-' he seeths, sword drawn and held to quivering throats, '-be my Wife/Husband/Partner you mangy disgrace of a half-drunken curr.'

If Jack so much as blinks fliratiously at you Barbossa won't peel himself from your side for over a week.

Davy Jones X Reader Fluff Headcannons

It's barely noticable, the fact that you're together.

You can't blame him for keeping his distance and reputation up around the crew, his last disastrous attempt at love was quite literally the stuff of legend after all.

In private however, it's different.

He's getting more and more comfortable with letting you touch him - running gentle hands over coral growths, crab claw and eventually, his beard. Letting your facination and awe chip away at centuries of self loathing bit by bit.

He has a harsh exterior but the moments of softness, when they happen, steal your breath enough that you seriously reconsider that cutting his heart out dulled his feelings in any way.

He's teaching you how to navigate. Both via maps and by the stars. It always ends up more as cuddling and quiet conversation.

While you're on deck, Maccus (the Hammerhead shark first mate) will sometimes order you to the captains cabin. These orders aren't from Jones, who Maccus knows will avoid help until the sea boils into mist, but becuase the first mate has already recognised that you're good for eachother and he's sick of his Captain wallowing in self pity.

Maccus knows exactly what's going on between you two and is just praying that you hurry up and kiss in front of the crew already so he can stop covering for you both. A+ wingman first mate, honestly.

Over time, Jones's organ playing stops being endless renditions of Calypso's song and his theme for the Kracken, and instead shift to a new tune, one you and the crew are unfamiliar with.

It takes you weeks before you realise the halting notes and muttered scribbling is him composing you a song.

The first time the clear, bellowing notes of the organ boom out over the sea for you is the first time you see him smile to himself without a shred of malice and your hearth does a backflip - becuase That is the expression you vowed to bring about as much as humanly possible.

If you're apart, then letters. So many letters. Letters in little bottles, letter tied to floatring barrels, letters in bottles carried by octopi becuase the Kracken commands many tiny minions, letters that are smudged and spotty and full of love he can never seem to express in person. You send yours back the same way and they're guaranteed to reach him, no matter where the Dutchman is.

[dietmountaindewbae]

v. am i that girl that you dream of?

alex turner x reader 

word count: 5807 

summary: partnering up with (late eycte) Alex to produce your album has risen feelings, would you let that get in between you?

warnings: smut 

song recommendation: dream within a dream by elysian fields

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After the tour was over, Alex had arranged a meeting with your manager you were the next girl with fresh potential in the music industry, but you were a bit shy to talk with Alex personally, even shyer to record the album with him, but when you met him at a party he was a chatty guy, polite and humble, you thought by his looks he might be someone who could dislike your introverted personality. After the meeting with your manager, he and your co-writer would soon meet at the studio where you worked day and night trying to make the best out of yourself and your album.

"I was on, you were gone by daylight" You sang thru the mic, while a soft guitar played behind you, "I could stay in bed trying to figure you out," Violins, guitars, and a piano, it all made you feel disconnected from everything after the recording stops you saw a figure of a man with big shoulders walking away. You quickly took your headphones off and walked out of the cabin.

"Excellent," James said, "I'll work on the xylophone, and..." He whispered in your ear, "Alex is here don't get nervous you're alright" You nodded your head, and he patted you on your back.

Smoke coming out of his mouth, leaning on the door frame, leg over the other, he watched the sunset behind the Hollywood sign, "Really pretty isn't it?" He asked, and you nodded, "You don't talk much, huh?" You said no with your head.

"Not a very big fan of talking," You said.

"You have a really pretty voice, I could fall asleep listening to it" For a minute you thought he was criticizing your work, probably because it was boring and he could fall asleep while listening to your album because maybe it wasn't good enough. You walked away and went inside the recording cabin, he saw you leaving and walked behind you throwing his cigarette away and stepping on it.

"Hey, James can we pause the xylophone for a bit and keep recording?" You wanted to proof Alex that the time he would spend here helping you, he wouldn't regret it. So you sang the whole song in one take with your eyes closed, giving your best, sometime dancing around, moving your hips, trying to imagine he wasn't here so you could feel less pressure but his eyes were on you the whole time and you could feel it. When you went outside the cabin James clapped and gave you a high five.

"Flawless, you did good there," Alex said, James grabbed his things and began to head out of the studio, he hugged Al goodbye and kissed you on the cheek.

"I expect to hear from both of you soon aye" You waved James goodbye, he had to leave to work on yet another album with another band, so you were only left with Alex now, and that beautiful sunset you admired for a while, lovely shades of yellow and red, with some pink colors here and there, it was magical, wind on your hair, some stars showing on the sky, you were amused by them, next moment when you turned around Al was recording you with his film camera, he smiled, one eye on the mirror the other one closed like a total expert.

"And cut!" He giggled, "This is good material for a small trailer, introducing Am I The Girl That You Dream Of, great song name by the way," He looped his arm around you.

"Oh... thanks I work hard on it" Next moment your phone began to ring, and you rushed to it, "Hello?" Your manager was on the other side of the phone, and she asked if that gig at the bar was still on, it was at 9 so you had to get ready before that to set up everything, but James was gone so you had no one else to help you, you could play your part but you froze, sometimes forgot the chords or the lyrics, "Yeah I'll be there in a few, bye see ya" You hung up, your hand hit your forehead.

"Everything alright?" He asked, putting his camera aside.

"Yeah, is just I got a gig and I need a guitarist" You scratched the back of your head.

"Why? You're good at it"

"I just freeze sometimes, and I guess I'm also used to playing with more people, all eyes on me I just feel loads of pressure" You confessed, eyes down, and he raised your chin.

"Is alright, that used to happen to me, I can do the guitar, is the tambourine good for you?"

"I'll do it" He gave you confidence when he smiled, and you began to tidy up the place, him by your side so you both finished very fast, Al was very organized, and at the same time you both chatted for a while, he told you some stories from when he was recording his first album with the monkeys, and you told him how you felt about this new experience, time went fast and it was almost about to be time.

"We drop by your place or mine?" He asked.

"Um... my place, I haven't showered today, I'm always in a hurry" He chuckled, and walked closer to you, "What? Do I smell?" Fuck.

"Not at all, you smell pretty good to me" You both chuckled, and he opened the door for you, you turned your car on and put on your belt, and he jumped in as well, "Your car smells good too" You laughed, pulling out of the parking load, he turned on the radio, Mazzy Star playing on your stereo.

"You're a ghost on the highway, and I'll love you forever" You sang above Mazzy's voice, "Ghost on the highway, and I'll love you forever" Alex lighted a cig.

"Been a while since I heard that song, mind if I turn it up a bit?"

"Sure, sure" You drove down the streets of LA, down to your apartment, Alex kept looking at your playlist complimenting your music, both of you had a common sense of style and music taste, there was a moment when The Smiths played How Soon Is Now? and you both dug on that tremolo sound on the beginning of the song, both singing your heart out until you got home.

"I won't take long, make yourself at home" You dropped your keys on the kitchen counter, and headed towards your room, it was unbelievable the amount of fun you had with him. When you first saw him he was like a shiny cowboy with that black jacket, and his boots, for a moment you forgot he was a human.

Alex was amazed by the amount of stuff you had in your apartment, you had a huge shelf filled with books and different types of vinyl, posters with zodiac signs, art you painted, and Polaroids framed with your friends, on the top of your kitchen counter there were fake roses tied into the lamps, there was a small corner where he saw your guitars, and a tambourine, your computer had stickers of hearts, and small kisses, and a cactus, he was thinking about your mind, how dreamy it was, it was like you had another meaning for everything. He stared at a picture of you and your mom, sitting on the beach building a sand castle, and you had some funny sunglasses, there was another of you sitting on your sister's lap playing your guitar, he admired all of those pictures in silence, giggling, and smiling, since little he could tell you were extraordinary.

When you hopped out of the shower, you could hear him chuckle, and a soft melody playing as well, what could he be laughing about? You opened your closet quickly taking out some clothes, and when you come out of your room Alex laughed even harder.

"What are you laughing about, Al?" He pointed your head, and you still had your towel on, "Ah, shit" You took it off and laughed.

"You were a really cute girl...still are" He showed you the picture of you and your mom building that sand castle, "Look at you," He gave you the frame, "I'm gonna call you sandy now, like Sponge Bob, or Alice, cause you live in wonderland"

"Ah! Wonderful" You said with sarcasm, "Well I'm almost ready I'll just do my makeup, and we're done" You glanced at your clock, you still had an hour and a half to get ready, in 15 minutes you could do it, so you grabbed your bag and your mirror put it on your kitchen counter and turned on the white light, "There's better light here anyways," You pulled out a chair and began to work, first you grabbed a pair of tweezers to fix your eyebrows a bit, sometimes pulled a piece of flesh on accident, but you tried to get those little hairs out, Alex hissed and sat on the counter table.

"That doesn't hurt for you?" You said no with your head, "You're pulling your skin off" It was a bit red, he was kind of right but a bit of makeup on that area will make it brand new.

"I mean... once you get used to it, is alright"

"Do mine," He said.

"What?"

"Yeah, plug them... just a bit," He said, stopping you for a moment, you went closer to his face, grabbing his chin to get a better look at the places you had to take out the hairs, and he forced his eyes shut scrunching his face.

"If you keep forcing your eyes shut it will hurt more, relax," You said, he still had his eyes closed, and you could see a little scar on his eyebrow that you touched with your thumb, you focused and pulled just one.

"Ouch!" He exclaimed, "Bloody hell! you're a lair!" He groaned and scratched his brow, you exploded in laughter.

"I didn't even pull it out!" You said between laughs.

"Don't even try again, you're gonna pull me whole eyebrow off" He chuckled, and you kept plugging your eyebrows off, humming the song, "I don't even get it, how are you so at peace by doing that, woman?"

"Experience man, just experience" When you finished, you began to lather up your face, Alex watched you in awe as you did it, still humming to the music, it was Leonard Cohen, Chelsea Hotel #2, you were almost ready you didn't do much to your face, just some concealer, blush, a bit of natural color for your eye, a cat eye, mascara, blush, and bold lip so it could all piled up together, next moment when you turned around Al was filming you with his camera.

"Can't help myself, love, you have the face for a movie, you know like one of those little indie films" You laughed and said no with your head, applying lipstick.

"Can you stop for a bit? I'm trying to focus"

"I can't I'm in the middle of making you the next Hollywood star, you will thank me when you see your name on the walk of fame" In a blink of an eye Alex had a red lipstick stain on the corner of his lip, "Yeh didn't!" He gasped with loads of drama.

"Come here cowboy, I'm gonna make you look pretty!" You teased him, and he jumped out of your counter and began to run around your apartment, you had your lipstick on hand running around in circles behind him.

"I'm being chased by this evil woman, she has a dangerous arm she calls "lipstick" she keeps saying she's gonna make me look pretty but-" You were trying to catch him on the couch, but you ended up going on circles all over it, he was falsely going left to right like he was playing some basketball game, trying to fool his rival, "I have my suspicions" You ended up running faster, and hoped on his back, "No! She trapped me!" He yelled.

"Now smile" You sang, you painted clown makeup on his lips while he kept saying no over and over again, "Brava! Beautiful!"

"I've been defeated by the girl in sandals, send help," He said, you both chuckled panting for air, he dropped you on the couch making you giggle.

"Let's get this off you now" You grabbed a makeup wipe from your bag, he grasped your disposable camera from the side table and began to take pictures of himself making the funniest faces ever, sticking his tongue out, smiling wide.

"Come 'ere, let's get some pictures for the momentum" You stuck your tongue out and so did he, you made little horns behind his head, he grabbed your cheeks squished them together, and gave you a kiss on the cheek, you gasped and now it was your turn to fill his face with red kisses, he kept taking more and more pictures, until finally, he stopped, "I think that's a wrap!" He giggled, "Now get this off me" You smacked your lips together.

"Two more, okay?" He said no again, but you pushed him to the couch and straddle him with your legs, he laughed with a defeated smile, and you took a picture, "Amazing!" He stared at you, admiring your smile, he patted your hips and gently sat up, "Another one" He smiled, and this time he put the back of his hand on his forehead, and parted his lips, leaning back, he was so dramatic, "Fantastic", you were about to get up but he sat you back down hugging your waist.

"Two more, it's revenge time, come 'ere" He hugged you close to him, his arms just below your breasts just to take you closer to him, his cheek squished to yours, he took a picture, and another one with you sticking your tongue out and your eyes together, and him smiling like a little kid, and lastly your favorite one of you looking at each other smiling brightly, he put the camera down and stared at you, still chuckling, "I-" Your phone rang making you both jump up, it was your manager.

"Fuck! we gotta go, we have..." You glanced at your clock, " Less than ten minutes!" Alex grabbed your guitar case, the tambourine, and your pedal case, you grabbed your keys and put the makeup wipes in, taking Alex's camera with you, and your phone, and you quickly checked yourself out before you left fixing your lipstick.

"Ready?"

"I look good?" He stared at you up and down, you had a yellow dress patterned with red and maroon roses, black boots with white socks, and half of your hair lazily tied with a red bow.

"Beautiful" He opened the door for you, and you grabbed the guitar case to help him out, both of you rushed to your car and drove to the bar, whipping your lipstick off his face, once you were in, the first thing you did was to look for your manager, she was talking to someone close to the stage, and your manager turned around to look at you, she was visibly furious but when she saw Alex she changed her mood.

"Alex" She sounded so pumped about it, but tried to stay cool giving him a friendly smile and a hug, "It's good to see you around here" Alex hugged her back giving her a light kiss on the cheek, "I see you're gonna play together that'll be excellent"

"Yeah, sorry for being late" She waved it off, smiling at both of you.

"Being a little late is nothing, the show is what matters but don't be late again" She warned you with a serious face, "Good luck now," She directed you to the small stage in the bar, and you stepped forward to the mic, introduced yourself to the people in the bar, they didn't pay much attention to you, your manager had lured you into playing this gig just to get some press, and the image of your fresh new sound for the youth, but the thing was you didn't like this feeling, all the pressure, the expectations, it made you feel repelled. Alex began to play the guitar and you tried to focus on something else while you sang, tried to focus on the melody and the words that came out of your mouth, with a white light focusing on you, you forgot where you were, who you were standing in front of, you were enveloped by the music, almost in a trance, on a dream.

Suddenly the music ended, and the show was over, the people in the bar clapped, and you glanced at Alex and smiled, he applauded you and hugged you from the side, "Thank you, have a lovely night everybody" You stepped down, your manager padded your shoulder.

"You did really good for your first time" You smiled and hugged her, "Well, I gotta go now, see ya" You waved her goodbye, she always had somewhere to go she didn't stay for much just like you expected, you turned and Al had the biggest grin on his lips.

"First time?" His arms crossed, you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms as well, "Drinks are on me" He wrapped his arm around you, and pulled out a chair for you from the countertop, he ordered some margaritas for you and him.

"Yeah, I had the chance before when I send the demos but I kinda bitched out, I wasn't ready, I was gonna open up for a band but it was a huge crowd, and I don't do well with 'em" You confessed.

"For your first time, you were excellent love, really," Your cheeks blushed a little bit at his comment.

"Now tell me something about you" You crossed your arms on the table leaning closer to him, and he sat back and chuckled.

"I used to work in a pub like this on Sheffield, when I was younger, the owner let us play a few gigs in that bar, but now that we're talking 'bout first times, I was shitting meself" You almost spat your drink, a choked laugh coming out of your mouth, "I mean it!, in this pub called The Grapes, there it was...me first time"

"What kind of first time?" You joked, and he came forward laughing, you sipped your margarita and kept listening to him.

"A different time of first time, see.... me and the guys we would spend so much time practicing and all, at first I didn't wanna be the lead singer but, in the end, I had to do it, I guess I was very insecure about me voice, and I didn't know what to do while on stage, do I just stand there like a robot playing the guitar or do I just dance or summat like that"

"You just let go, be free" You giggled about how obvious that answer is, "I know it sounds like a cliché though"

"But it's true, isn't it?" You nodded, "For some people, it's hard though, so this one goes to being free and having fun" He raised his glass in the air, and you did the same.

"And for making an amazing duo" You added, "Cheers"

"That's right, cheers" You smiled and had a sip of your drink, couple of hours later, more margaritas came by, and you found yourself laughing so loudly at everything that Alex said, you couldn't believe how afraid you felt when you first met him on the studio, he's a humble man, with a great sense of humor, you easily centered your whole attention on his voice, how everything he said was almost like a song, the way his tongue rolled the words that came out of his mouth, how he was passionate about everything he would talk to you about, and he liked the pink color of your cheeks, your scarlet red lips, and your eyes that dilate each time you looked at him, you had that look in your eyes that could easily break his heart into a million pieces, you were his dream girl, some kind of girl he thought his eyes would never come across to again, he didn't want to go home after this, he wanted to stay with you.

"I can't believe you and Matt did that!"

"Our folks almost caught us though, but it was a thrill to say so the least" You smiled at him for a bit, until you looked down at your table, your fingertips touching his, and that small rose of your fingers made your cheeks blush, shortly the bartender interrupted that moment.

"Can I get you anything else?" He asked, you glanced at his arm which was inked and filled with tattoos, a septum piercing on his nose, his hair was long and his eyes a deep blue, Al stared at the man jealous because your eyes were on him, he ordered two margaritas again, and the man left, you followed him with your eyes.

"See summat you like?" He snapped you out.

"Now I do" Maybe it was all the margaritas you had that made you say that but it was true, "I'm just intrigued by all of his tattoos, you know? I wanna know what they mean to him, cause for me a naked girl tattooed on his skin is very straightforward"

"Maybe he likes his women like that," He said, you gasped and giggled.

"And you?"

"I like to leave 'em in a little something" He whispered, your cheeks blushed darker you crossed your legs together trying not to smile, "If I'm honest, I don't want this night to be over, why don't we keep it going?"

"Your place or mine?" You said without a doubt.

"Yours obviously" He stood up and gave you his hand, you jumped out of your sit remembering how tall he was, or how small you were.

"You really like my place, don't you?" You packed up your guitar while he unplugged the amps, he smirked and handed you the tambourine.

"Your place is like wonderland, and I would like to visit it again" You giggled closing up your case, he grab it for you and dropped your stuff in the back of your car.

"Before we go, I think we might need to get some stuff from the supermarket to get loaded" Or properly shitfaced.

Speeding down the white halls of the store, you found yourself grasping the shopping cart tightly while Al ran to get tequila and triple sec for more margaritas, both of you were starving and everything you saw you wanted to get, when you finally got to the cash register the old lady with fluffy hair giggled at you, your hair was wild after all of those spins you had in the shopping cart, you smiled at Alex, finally you left the store with four huge bags full of chips, booze, sweets, limes, frozen chicken nuggets, and curly fries.

"What a ride!" Your head was still spinning, you tried to stand up to get out of the card but Al threw you over his shoulder like a potato sack, and spun you around, "Alex!" You begged him in laughter until he put you back on the ground but you fell over laughing so hard it made your stomach hurt.

"Are you alright?" He gave you his hand but you pulled him and he fell to the ground next to you, he looked into your eyes, "You're really beautiful" He said.

"With this hair and everything?"

"With the wild hair and everything" He ran his fingers thru it, "Let's go home, yeah?" You whispered a yes, and he pulled you up from the ground, and you drove home together, singing every song that was on the radio until you got home huddling to your apartment, you threw everything on your counter top, while you went to your room and changed into something more comfortable some denim shorts and a black shirt, when you came back you saw Al making the margaritas singing The Stooges, pouring the mixture in two cups, you grabbed your acoustic guitar and played some random chords, fooling around.

"That sounds really lovely" He put the cup down on your coffee table and he drank from his margarita as you played the same chords over and over again mumbling some words, he grabbed your tambourine and played along with you, and you changed the strumming and began to fingerpick the strings, your eyes set on that picture that Al saw before you played the gig, you remembered how warm the water was that day on the beach, so you used that for inspiration.

"I want to love a boy the way I love the ocean," You thought for a moment about the next words, "Wish I was not afraid of all I have that's broken" And then Alex hummed the melody you began.

"I know I must behave to contain all my emotions"

"But I want to love a boy"

"The way I love the ocean" Both of you chuckled after the song finished, you kept the same fingerpicking.

"We could do summat with that together" He, for the first time looked down at the floor and not your eyes, he looked a bit shy, you put everything back in place and sat down on the couch again.

"What was that?" You asked a bit impressed.

"What?"

"You looking down on the floor?" He chuckled, his cheeks blushing.

"Sorry is just, that I wanted to..." He scratched the back of his head, you noticed he did that whenever he was nervous, he licked his lips and bit the bottom one, you understood what it was, and you also wanted to, very badly, and with the number of margaritas you had you said fuck it all, your hands cupped his cheeks and you pecked his lips very gently, lingering for a bit, his lips parted yours his tongue slipping inside your mouth taking over you, your fingers ran down his hair pulling it, you went further down letting them run down to his chest, you pulled away for a moment and smiled at him brightly.

"Is this what you wanted?" You grinned, he pushed a strand of hair behind your ear, "Or do you want something more, Al?" He pressed his lips on your neck, his hands going down to your hips, you wanted it too, so badly, since his mouth had kissed yours it made you feel those tingles in the pit of your stomach, you were hungry for more.

"Lay down for me" He crawled on top of you, and you kept kissing his lips until your head hit the pillow on your couch, he undid the button of your shorts and helped you shimmy out of them, "Do you remember what I like?"

"I dunno maybe remind me of it" You teased him, he took your shirt off and unclasped your bra with one swift move.

"I like to leave me girl in a little something...but for you, I can make an exception" He left a trail of kisses down to your belly, parting your legs his fingers began to tease you dragging your underwear down, he loved every curve of your body, the roundness of your chest, and your thighs, he couldn't believe he had laid his eyes in such a beautiful girl, dragging down your underwear he pushed your knees up and dug his face between your thighs, he didn't want to use his fingers this time though, he wanted to taste you, his lips sucked your sensitive spot and his tongue licked your walls going in circles on your clit, you were already writhing feeling the need to be touched more, your fingers formed into claws that pulled his hair.

"More, please," His tongue lapped in fast circles that made your legs quiver, "Fuck that's... oh my fucking-" He pushed his tongue inside, and your hand went down but he grabbed your wrist and put it down.

"If you want me to touch you just ask babe, okay? Anything you need" His tenderness made you smile and chuckle, he crawled back up to peck your lips softly, "Tell me what you need" Your hand went down, lightly brushing his hard cock, "That?" His hips bucked forward, and you felt him hard against your thigh.

"Y-Yes" You whispered, you were eager for it, you filled his neck with kisses gently flipping him so you could get on top, you helped him to unbuckle his belt, but it made you giggle how difficult it was for him to get out of those skin tight jeans, "Need a hand?"

"No, I'm... yes I do" Both of you giggled together, and you pushed them down as best as you could to his thighs, "I need to stop wearing those"

"Nah, they fit you very well" You stated.

"I've heard they make me bum look what was the word..." He stared into your eyes, for a good moment trying to find the answer, but you already knew it.

"Juicy?"

"So you've been looking at it!" He made your cheeks turn red, and you felt so guilty but at the same time how could you resist if he keeps dancing like that?

"Once!" His eyebrow raised, your eyes rolled and you chuckled, "Okay, two times... but that's it" He stared at you once more, his eyes were lost in yours for a moment, you bit your lower lip and slowly let it go, maybe it was bad that you did, "I'm sorry" He grabbed the back of your head, your forehead against his.

"Just shut up and kiss me" And that's what you did, your lips against his, you tasted that bitter and sweet flavor of the margaritas and cigarettes he smoked, but they tasted like heaven on earth, around, between, forward, and back, your lips never got tired, your tongue didn't get enough of his taste, "I'm sorry if I'm hurrying things up I-"

"Shut up Al" He liked it when you called him Al, he loved that spark of cockiness you had, it was so cute to him, he wanted to show you how much he wanted you, he wanted to make you feel so good it was his duty now, he pushed his cock out and rubbed it against your sensitive spot, a moan escaped your lips to his, and when he pushed himself inside you your body shivered, "Alex.." You breathed out, and your hips began to move slowly forward and back, a moan escaped his lips, and he pulled you closer to him, your chest against prest his, you went slow at first but when you felt more confident you began to increase the pase a little bit.

"You feel so good, so tight and warm" He groaned, you gasped when you felt him deeper, touching that spot that made your walls contract, he grinds your hips harder and harder each time, and his breathing got heavier as he felt closer, "You're driving me crazy, doll,"

"Al, I'm close" He moved your hips faster against yours, your tits bouncing and hardening when you felt goosebumps crawling up from your lower back, Al hit the spot once more your eyes rolled back when you felt it, it was so close now.

"Give me everything love" One more thrust, and that was it for you, and as well as him, he pulled out of you just in time, you watched him give his cock a few thugs until he came on your inner thigh, he seemed lost for a moment, his breathing so fast he was panting, he looked up at you and smiled, and when he looked down he immediately went back from his trance, "Wait here, let's get you cleaned up" He kissed your cheek and lightly turned on his back to rest you in the couch, kicking out of his jeans he quickly went to the kitchen and grabbed a few paper towels, he whipped off his release from your thigh and threw it away on the trash bin, when he finally got to you he sat next to you, "How do you feel?"

"Tired," A yawn escaped your lips.

"Bedtime, babe" He carried you bridal style to your room with no struggle, laying down in bed and covering you up with your sheets, he cuddled right next to you, "Sweet dreams, darling" Your head rested on his chest, feeling his calm heartbeat slowly as he got relaxed under your skin.

"Sweet dreams to you too, Al" You pecked his lips one last time before you went to sleep, he smiled and cuddled closer to you.

The next morning you woke up smiling, but it turned around when you didn't feel his arms around you, you flipped the blanket and he wasn't there, you felt he might've regretted last night, maybe it was wrong for you to kiss him in the first place, you walked out of your room more disappointed than ever the door slammed on accident, and that's when you saw him, on his same grey underwear cooking God knows what but it smelled amazing.

He turned on his back and smirked, "Good morning to you too" He looked at you up and down, and you noticed you didn't have anything on, you were completely naked, he went up to hug you and stared at your face for a moment, "What's wrong, babe?"

"I just thought you had... left"

"I would never do that" He caressed your cheek with his thumb, "And for the record, you won't get me to go that easily" A smile crawled to your lips, and he smiled back pecking your lips, you quickly changed the subject to distract both of you for a second.

"What are you making, Al? Smells good" God, he was just like a happy meal, the prettiest, British happy meal ever.

"I'm making eggs, sausage, pancakes, and some beans... and also you're a blessing" You stole one of the sausages that were already cooked and served on a plate.

"Why?" You said with your mouth full.

"Cause you have Heinz beans, and the best pancake mix ever" You broke into laughter, almost choking on your food.

"I can't believe you woke up and did all of this" You turned and also saw fresh coffee in the pot, you poured him and yourself a cup.

"I'm capable of eating this all by myself, when I wake up hungry I just cook everything that I see on the fridge" You truly believed him, like actually, you could expect that from him, but you didn't expect he was also a very tidy man, you could use that on a daily basis.

"Did you have a good night sleep?"

"I dreamed about you," He said with a smile, "Very sweet dreams I'd say" You couldn't believe how this man could make you blush so hard, and just with a few words.

"Wanna tell me about it?"

"How about I show you" He quickly turned everything off and carried you back to bed, both of you giggling.

A/N

Hope you enjoyed! and be prepared for the next chapter ladies and gentlemen…

x

[george-weasleys-girl]

Chapter 17 - The Burrow

Warnings: family drama, arguments, angst

Summary: George takes Y/N to the Burrow for Spring Break. Things don't go as expected and Y/N begins to question whether or not she and George should stay together. Multiple POVs.

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Y/N's POV

Y/N sat on Ginny's bed, listening to George and his mom argue over her. Their enraged voices reverberated through the Burrow. She was almost certain she felt the house shake a couple times.

"I shouldn't have come here," she said to Ginny. "I mean, I get it. Your mom's worried about George. To her I'm just some flippant American girl, whose going to break his heart when I go back to the States. And I'm trying to keep that in mind, but‐‐" Y/N's words trailed off as she hugged herself against the bone-deep shivers wracking her body despite the warm day. Molly's repudiation of her was like reliving her mother's rejection all over again.

"I can't listen to this anymore. I'm going for a walk." Y/N stood, rushing out of Ginny's bedroom and down the stairs, making a beeline for the front door, letting it slam behind her.

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Ginny's POV

Ginny stomped down the stairs behind Y/N. She stopped in the kitchen, to stare down Molly and George, who'd went silent at the sound of the slamming door. Ginny and Y/N had bonded over the last several months. Y/N had become the sister she'd always wanted. She refused to let George and her mum ruin it for her.

"See what you've done?" Ginny accused. "You've upset Y/N so much that she doesn't want to be here anymore. And I don't blame her!"

George moved toward the door, when his sister grabbed his arm. "Go to your room and cool off."

He wrestled his arm away and turned to the door again. "George, stop!" Ginny commanded. He looked back at her, eyes wide.

"What?!"

"Y/N asked you not to blow up at mum and what did you do?" Ginny stood with her hands her hips. "Now, she's a nervous wreck."

"That's why I'm trying to go talk to her," he said through gritted teeth.

"No, George, you're not. You're angry and the last thing she needs is you ranting and raving about mum. You've done enough damage for today. I'm going to go talk to her. Now, go to your room and I'll send Y/N up when she's feeling better."

George stared at her, but didn't move or speak, watching as Ginny rounded on their mum next.

"And mum, I'm ashamed of you. I don't know what your problem is, but your behavior has been childish and petty. It's beneath you and it stops now. From this moment forward, I expect you to treat Y/N like a human being."

Before Molly could respond, Ginny whirled back to the door where George was still standing, mouth hanging open.

"Why are you still here?" Ginny asked. "I told you to go to your room and calm down."

He continued to stare at her in silence, before taking a shaky breath, his shoulders slumping. "Tell her I'm sorry." Then, he turned and shuffled upstairs.

Ginny rolled her eyes. 'Why am I the only sane person in this family?'

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George's POV

George paced back and forth across his room, wiping at the tears welling up in his eyes. He'd been ecstatic to bring Y/N home for Spring Break. "Mum and Dad are going to adore you just as much as I do," he'd told her.

He was half-right. Arthur welcomed her with open arms, ready to hear all about Ilvermorny and her life in the States. His mum, on the other hand, offered a customary hello, then proceeded to either ignore Y/N or talk over her. This morning, Molly deliberately bumped into Y/N, causing her to drop her breakfast plate, shattering it, then tried to act like it was Y/N's fault.

George lost it.

Up to that point, he'd held himself back on Y/N's insistence. But, seeing his girlfriend humiliated, holding back tears as she magically cleaned up the mess, before running upstairs was more than he could take. No one treats his girl like that and gets away with it. No one.

'I should've expected this from mum. Everything I do is a disappointment to her. How could I think my girlfriend would be any different?'

He glanced over at his twin's empty bed. He really needed to talk to Fred. But the older twin had left before breakfast to spend the day with Angelina and wouldn't be back until late.

George sighed and flopped down on his bed, no longer trying to wipe away the tears wetting his cheeks. Ginny was right. He'd done enough damage for today. He'd hurt Y/N and he may have destroyed any possibility of Molly ever accepting her into the family.

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Molly's POV

Molly sat at the kitchen table, head in her hands. This was not how things were supposed to go. She was convinced the American girl wasn't going to be around very long and was determined to prove to everyone that Y/N was nothing more than another one of George's bad decisions.

Except, her plan backfired.

Watching George and Y/N was like watching her and Arthur as a young couple. Attentive, devoted, madly in love and perfect together in every way. And yet, despite all that, the Weasley matriarch still couldn't admit defeat. She continued pushing Y/N, a bit further each time, hoping the girl would snap, so Molly could say, "See! I knew it!"

But, it wasn't Y/N who snapped.

Molly never expected her children to defend the girl so vehemently. She'd misjudged how deeply they cared for Y/N and it worried her even more. Now, not just one, but two of her children risked heartbreak when the American girl went back home.

'Is there nothing I can do?'

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Y/N's POV

Y/N stumbled through the tall grass, tears blurring her vision, neither knowing or caring where she ended up. All she wanted to do was run as far away as she could. Just leave it all behind and set a course for parts unknown.

Alone.

Maybe that was her fate, after all.

At least alone, no one would reject her.

And without her in the way, George could find someone that wouldn't drive a wedge between him and his mom.

Heartsick and confused, she continued on, until she found herself standing before a pond. It was clear, almost clear enough to see the silty bottom. George had told her about this place and how his family often went swimming here in the height of summer.

He'd been so excited to share with her The Burrow and the life that came with it. Neither of them could've envisioned how everything would coming crashing down around them. The hollow ache in her heart expanded as she realized that their beautiful dream may be coming to an end.

Perhaps forever didn't mean people, she thought, but memories.

Sighing, she bent down to pick up a small stone. It'd been a long time since Y/N had skipped rocks. The last time was with her grandad a couple weeks before he died. Anytime she was troubled or upset, they'd drive to the nearby lake, skip rocks and talk. He didn't always have a solution, but her problems always seemed so much smaller afterwards. Y/N wished more than anything that she could talk to him right now.

She threw the stone, watching it bounce across the water's surface. 'Oh, what the hell.'

"Hey grandad," she said out loud. "If you're around, I could really use some advice." She skipped another rock. "So, I met a guy and we fell in love. I thought I'd found where I belong, but--things have happened and I'm not so sure anymore."

"Of course you belong here."

Y/N jumped, spinning around at the sound of Ginny's voice. "You and George belong together." She said, walking to stand beside Y/N. "Everyone knows that. Even Mum. She just has her head up her ass right now."

@milivanili99

@slytherclaw1978

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[u5an5]

SCP : Sedition - SCP-035 [Tape 01]

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[START LOG]

_Viewing Area_

*Watch walks in to the room. Jacobs, Guards and Class D personel are already here*

Watch: Is this really necessary?

Jacobs: *turns to look at Watch* ...

Jacobs: *turns to Guard, nods* Send him in.

Guard I: *points his gun at Class D* Step back from the perimeter or I will shoot! *Guard leads Class D into interrogation room*

*Jacobs closes door behind Class D*

Class D: Ok. I saw the mask. C-can I go now?

...

Class D: Come on. I just want to get back to my cell! Open up!

...

Class D: Nothing else is happening! What's the delay?

Watch: *turns to Jacobs* It can take anything that looks human, why use a real person?

Jacobs: It gets results.

Class D: What do you want me to do? What is this thing?

Class D: *leans in in direction of 035, looks closer* … Why is it sad? 

Jacobs: <under breath> Gotcha.

Class D: *starts walking towards 035* It looks... Beautiful... So smooth... So delicate... and light...

Class D: I want it on... I want...

Class D: *puts on the mask*

*Class D falls to the floor, writhes and screams in agony*

*SCP-035 stands up*

SCP-035: Thank you boys... it's been too long.

Jacobs: (deep inhale) <softly> I think that's your cue.

[Rest bellow the cut]

*Watch walks into 035s cell. 035 is already sitting at the his own chair*

SCP-035: *stands up, extends arm to shake it* Hello there! Nice to meet you! And who might you be?

Watch: Not stupid enough to fall for that.

SCP-035: *sits down, nods* Absolutely right. So you've read my file. Which must mean the interview ban has been lifted? I never thought they would let me take a host again.

SCP-035: <musing> Funny... I don't remember seeing you before.

Watch: Probably because anyone who has been in contact with you has either committed suicide or died due to the fluids you secrete.

SCP-035: I'm very sorry to hear that, but I can't hold it in forever, you know? When you got to go...

Watch: You throw a tantrum until you get what you want.

SCP-035: And here I am. Only wanting to chat.

Watch: There you are. How long have we got?

SCP-035: Well that depends... How much decomposition can you stand? The last one decayed before the blackout could be fixed. I could melt this bad boy to the bone over a few hours, but you don't seem like the kind of person to see the humour in that.

SCP-035: <musing> Always down.

Watch: Nice party trick. We'll see how these questions go.

SCP-035: A risk taker! I like it.

Watch: Answer them. No grief, no manipulation, and continued interview sessions will be considered.

SCP-035: *stands up, exited* More? Real people too?

Watch: *turns to look at Jacobs* ...Yes

SCP-035: *punches air in excitement and sits down* Ha-ha! Sounds great! I'll hold you to it! C'mon, let's get started! I'm falling apart just sitting here.

_035s cell_

Watch: Why do you insist on contacting us? Why the urgency?

SCP-035: Come on, Watch. You can't expect me to be cooped up here all by my lonesome! I get very lonely! I'm a people person. I need to stretch my legs and socialise- Well, somebody's legs (chortles)

Watch: <flatly> Charming.

Watch: So while you're animated, we might as well have you answer some questions.

SCP-035: All work and no play makes for a dull audience. 

Watch: ...You done?

SCP-035: Sure.

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Watch: Who was the first one to wear you?

SCP-035: Ah, Iphlicus. I haven't thought about him in so long.

Watch: Good friend?

SCP-035: Mmm. Beautiful, insanely talented, but such an introvert. Lovely family though; two boys and a girl. Wonderful wife. Oh, we made the best unit.

Watch: It's unusual to hear you speak fondly of someone you've possessed, as well as their family. Were you upset once he expired?

SCP-035: Oh, our partnership carried on for almost a decade.

Watch: Don't all of your hosts perish?

SCP-035: Like any good character, I can change and develop through time. Back then, I had a much simpler role than the star you see before you.

SCP-035: (sigh) <dejected> I was sad to see him go.

Watch: What happened to him?

SCP-035: Around 426 BC, we ventured to Crete for a performance and I was... discovered.

SCP-035: <disdainfully> By her.

Watch: Her? *looks at change of 035’s face*

Watch: <wary> Uh... I think we can come back to that later.

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Watch: When you possess entities, do you inherit their memories and thoughts to add to your intellect, or are those discarded once they've expired?

SCP-035: *nods* Yes.

Watch: ...Yes... to what?

SCP-035: What you said. Y'know, I reckon we could spice up the decor around here! Some wallpaper, couple curtains, maybe a throw-

Watch: 035!

SCP-035: <teasing> Wow, touchy-touchy! Everything alright upstairs? You're looking a tad flustered.

Watch: *looks down* I just have a lot on-

Watch: *looks back up at 035* Need I remind you that we only have so much time...

SCP-035: Right, right. What was your question again?

Watch: When-

SCP-035: Oh, right! You're not too far off the mark. I have memories and thoughts that I've built up, sure. But the person's resolve, the power of their mind...

SCP-035: Determines not only the memories I access, but from what perspective I interpret them.

Watch: Can you give me an example?

SCP-035: Alright! Lets see this chap here. Simple, well-rounded humor. When he's not crapping his pants, likes to dance around the issues in his life.

SCP-035: Clearly, I'm reflecting his personality to a T. It's what I do, I'm just that great.

Watch: And if you possessed someone else?

SCP-035: *leans in* Someone like you?

SCP-035: *scrutinizes Watch* Hmm. Analytical, straight-forward, empathetic yet not too sympathetic. *nods* Clearly intelligent. You could take a while to digest.

Watch: I hear that from 682 all the time. So the mind and personality you control dictates how long the body takes to-

SCP-035: *points at Watch* See? *nods* Intelligent. Very strong indeed.

Watch: And if I didn't know any better, I'd swear you were coming onto me.

SCP-035: Is it working?

Watch: No.

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Watch: Have you ever met anyone... resistant? Or maybe someone who simply never trusted you?

SCP-035: Whatever doubts people have about me fade away over time. On average, hmm... 10 minutes or so.

Watch: Quite the aura you have there.

SCP-035: What can I say? I'm a charmer!

Watch: <flatly> Clearly. Well... are there people who are not suited to wear you, or you would not want to be worn by?

SCP-035: ... Acne. Anyone with acne.

Watch: Oddly picky for a mask that secretes black ooze.

SCP-035: I have standards! And in the end, that's all I have once I'm alone.

Watch: Well, what if I had acne? Would you not want to possess me despite all you've said?

SCP-035: Interested, eh?

Watch: Don't twist this around. I'm just sceptical the true dealbreaker is acne. What about those without faces or even heads?

SCP-035: Like Mr. Headless? Hahahaha! Who said he doesn't have a face?

Watch: That's... interesting. Can you tell us more?

SCP-035: <teasing> Ah,come on, Watchie! You can't have me spend our quality time together talking about someone else all the time! I thought you wanted to get to know me!

Watch: I just want to-

SCP-035: Blah, blah, blah! Go ask him! You're here for me, remember?

Watch: (sigh) Moving on.

_

Watch: How do you manage to lure humans to put you on?

SCP-035: I'm irresistible, look at me!

Watch: ... <doubtful> Right...

SCP-035: Influence my dear! Influence. Imagery, presence-

Watch: Telepathic links, hypnotic commands-

SCP-035: <indignant> You would take the magic out of everything!

Watch: There's a science to everything. Just because we don't understand something, doesn't mean it's conjured out of nowhere. There's a process.

Watch: Even magic, while marvellous and breathtaking to the onlooker, is just another scientific process to the man behind the curtain.

SCP-035: *crosses arms, looks away*

SCP-035: *looks back, petulant* Your parents never read you bedtime stories, did they? Fantasy never factored into your childhood much?

Watch: My parents never got the chance. Fantasy takes a backseat, when you have to deal with the constant bombardment of reality.

SCP-035: I guess you should consider yourself lucky they never lived to see you become the unimaginative dolt you are today.

Watch: (chuckles incredulously) ugh...

SCP-035: Laugh while you can, I'm sure they're busy while they *eyes start glowing purple and lights flicker, voice gets demonic* burn in hell!

Watch: *moves back, startled* Woah!

Jacobs: Remain passive, 035 or I will terminate this! Now!

SCP-035: ... Ok! Ok! I'm calm. I promise.

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Watch: How were you created?

SCP-035: Ah! I like telling this one. You don't mind long and drawn out? There's a lot of plot to cover.

Watch: That's what we're here for.

SCP-035: Excellent! Legend speaks that Hephaestus, Forger of the Greek Gods, was petitioned by Zeus to create a gift for the Muse Melpomene. Ah... How she used to sing the sweetest of songs and produce melodies so breathtaking it soothed souls from the bodies of mortals and Gods alike to far off lands and back again.

SCP-035: But one day, the only notes that left her lips were that of tragedy.

Watch: That sounds terrible.

SCP-035: This was true to her sisters as well, and so Thalia, Muse of Comedy and daughter to Mnemosyne and Zeus - Zeus had a lot of kids to a lot of women, he was a busy man - beseeched her father to ease her suffering.

SCP-035: So when Hephaestus got the order to make such wondrous gift, he used the laughter of Thalia to forge - dramatic pause - *spreads arms* Me!

Watch: Or so the legend goes. How do I know this isn't just a lie?

SCP-035: If you're gonna have an origin story, its always best to make it multiple choice. Besides, I lkie this one the best.

Watch: U-huh. So you were created by Gods... however self-serving it sounds.

Watch: So, what happened next?

SCP-035: They christened me Dýo Polonoi, which means "Of Two Poles" in Ancient dialect-

Watch: (chuckles)

SCP-035: What?

Watch: <amused> Nothing, sorry. Continue?

SCP-035: ...Okay?

SCP-035: Well... There are two certainties in Greek Mythology. One: Every major screw-up or story starts with Zeus getting horny and shagging some mortal, or trying anything to get in their pants.

SCP-035: Two: Hero hates everyone. I mean, even married to that prick, Hera was ruthless in pursuing revenge. Just ask Io.

Watch: Who?

SCP-035: Exactly. So when Hera hears Zeus' illegitimate daughter is getting a godly gift and she isn't, every heifer and its fly can tell she isn't going to be impressed.

SCP-035: So while I was being made, she snuck in with one of Melpomene's most mournful sonnets and threw them into the forge. My design was now flawed.

SCP-035: Instead of allowing her to feel joy, I would have accentuated her own sorrow, which probably would have driven the dear Muse to death.

Watch: ... Did you?

SCP-035: Hey, technically I haven't been born yet. This was just the conception stage. Luckily for me, Hephaestus saw what she had done and managed to steal me back before Hera could deliver me to her intended victim.

SCP-035: Unfortunately, centuries in a cramped Forge doesn't do well for the cardio and he kinda dropped me over the edge.

Watch: Wow.

SCP-035: Mhm... Wow. The details are a little hazy, again since I hadn't really been born yet, but I was found and passed from hand to hand until I found my way to the Theatre of Dionysus. The actors here used me for their performances.

SCP-035: And I brought out the best in everyone who wore me, which brought about my birth.

Watch: Birth as in activation?

SCP-035: I guess. Although that sounds far too artificial.

Watch: The first person to wear you birthed you?

SCP-035: Correct.

Watch: And in doing so, imprinted a personality that evolved with every person who wore you.

SCP-035: <snarky> You're so cute when you put the pieces together.

Watch: But surely someone noticed this.

SCP-035: Oh they did, but they didn't mind. I was a gift from the Gods, they said. *looks down* (mournful sigh)

...

Watch: It was Hera, wasn't it? She was the one who discovered you in Crete.

SCP-035: *looks up* I was convinced by many of the Cretan novices that I was in fact a fallen God. I foolishly purported the image, and several "followers'' prayed for my ascension.

SCP-035: She answered their prayers... with a gift from Poseidon. A tsunami.

Watch: I’m... sorry.

SCP-035: Two and half thousand years later, and I can still hear the screams. The bodies washing through the streets *starts glowing purple, lights flicker and voice gets more demonic and enraged* houses swept into the sea and you're sorry?! 

Watch: *placating* Calm down, easy. Easy.

*everything gradually calms down*

Watch: Do you need a break?

SCP-035: (sigh) No, no. I'm fine.

Watch: Okay. So what happened next?

SCP-035: She destroyed my life. So I dedicated mine to tearing down the only thing that brought her any power.

Watch: And what was that?

SCP-035: ... The Greek Empire.

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Watch: Do you have any regrets?

SCP-035: Show me a being who has lived as long as I without regrets, and you will have found a liar. Of course I do. Fortunately, I've forgotten most of them. But I still feel them in my... heh... heart.

Watch: Anything in particular?

SCP-035: (long sigh) Burning Alexandria's Library.

Watch: ... *crosses arms, stares doubtfuly*

SCP-035: Well, not me directly. After Hera's wrath, I wanted to hit her and Gods where it would hurt the most. And where better to hurt them than destroy the works of humanity.

SCP-035: But like the dead swallowed up by the ocean, I could hear those books screaming as history in the making shrivelled up in flame. I helped the Romans destroy knowledge that humanity still has not rediscovered.

SCP-035: And the art? Oh, the art. I regret that dearly. 

Watch: I don't know whose wrath was worse; Heras or yours.

SCP-035: I repaid the Greeks in kind. The same voice that splintered their society was turned on their conquerors. The fire that destroyed Alexandria, I gave to Nero to burn down the Rome.

_

Watch: Do you have any connection to SCP-343?

SCP-035: (chuckles)

Watch: What's so funny?

SCP-035: I'm sorry. I'm ok now. So... 343 - God (snort). Look, we've not really been properly acquainted but... his reputation precedes him.

Watch: A completely different kind of drama queen.

SCP-035: Exactly! <in mocking tone> “I created the world!” “I have infinite power!”

SCP-035: It's not that I hate the guy, it's just that his style doesn't click with me. He has so much ego, and coming from me... that's saying something.

Watch: I will admit, from what I've read of the transcripts, he comes across less as a God... and more of a used car salesman.

SCP-035: *shrugs* To each his own. Makes you wonder, if he's a God, why hang around the Foundation? Surely there's more interesting things out there in the whole Universe?

Watch: It does seem like odd behaviour for a God. <to himself, musing> Is there something here he needs? Or something he's hiding from?

SCP-035: You said it, not me.

Watch: Hmm...

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Watch: What are you thoughts on SCP-173?

SCP-035: Not much, beyond of what I heard. Sounds interesting, if a little shy. Breaks everything it touches. If my mother was around - that is to say if I had a mother - she'd say we were a lot alike.

SCP-035: Well... despite the lack of face.

Watch: I'm sure you could contribute to that. Sounds like you two would make a nice pairing.

SCP-035: Don't mistake interest and admiration for respect, m'boy. You seem far too intelligent to make that kind of a mistake.

Watch: Well thank-

SCP-035: Think nothing of it. Look... you may believe similarity is perfect for a duo, but I don't see the world like that. If I look for a partner, it's someone who can make up for my own shortcomings, not bring the same spiel I do.

SCP-035: If there's one thing I truly hate in this world, it's unoriginality. That's why I couldn't stand the Romans for too long. Whole culture was a cheap imitation of mine!

SCP-035: So I left the party... and kept the door ajar for Christianity. Big mistake embracing that guy, let me tell you.

Watch: What does any of this have to do with 173?

SCP-035: We were talking about 173?

Watch: (sigh)

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Watch: How old are you?

SCP-035: ...

Watch: It'd be nice to have an official number…

SCP-035: What, do I need to spell it out to you? That's not how you weave the narrative, m'boy. I've given you the facts. Use them.

Watch: Well, your timeline seems pretty inconsistent. Some of what you say does fit the period, but the order in which you tell the things is... messy.

SCP-035: (sigh) What more do you want? I hand you an entertaining narrative and you throw it back in my face! Real considerate.

Watch: It can't be hard to-

SCP-035: <iritated> No, you listen here. I'm giving you my precious time, not the other way around! You want some answers, you better listen carefully and maybe start asking me some goddamn worthwhile questions for once!

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Watch: What are your thoughts on SCP-001?

SCP-035: Pfft! <indignan> What kind of ridiculous question is that?

Watch: Almost always standard it seems.

Jacobs: Answer him, 035.

SCP-035: <petulant> Ask nicely.

Watch: You're not exactly in position to-

SCP-035: Oh, aren't I? I don't think you know who you're talking to.

Jacobs: Refuse to comply and I can make this situation much worse for you.

SCP-035: Melodrama won't get you far with me, buddy!

SCP-035: Want me to cut off at the neck? Allow me! *breaks his own neck by twisting his head back with enough force to fall out of chair*

Watch: *jumps back, spooked* Holy Shit! Jacobs!

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[iantimony]

yay tuesday is back

return of tuesday! i had two weeks in the UK which was very fun but i am definitely vacationed out - i miss my routine. longer trips like that are only fun towards the end if you have a home base that isn't just a hotel room.

listening: newest coral bones ep is very chill. it's only three songs and they're all very vibey but i think my favorite is 'seatac'. i wish they were still posting on bandcamp. alas.

SeaTac - Coral Bones

also got back into listening to the altogether - their album 'when we were kids' is very travel-coded to me for some reason, it was on loop my entire train ride from london up to edinburgh. (i'm also pretty sure brian david gilbert of all people is featured on this album haha)

Billy & Anne - The Altogether

finally, i saw st. vincent live in london this past weekend!!! it was a really good concert, lots of fun, interesting venue. she's definitely got an insane stage presence. the opening act (heartworms) was fun too, my brother and his friend weren't interested and described it as 'moody goth bullshit' and i was like well. that is right up my alley. you boys enjoy the bar im gonna go be moody and goth. it was good!

i think if i do standing room tickets again i need to invest in some platform shoes, at least two or three inches, because some of that was a struggle to see Anything ... i did manage to find a spot where i had a decent little corridor between heads to see the stage, however i was directly behind a guy in a bowler (?? fedora?? idfk) hat and his boyfriend who kept moving around and dancing (fine) and gyrating (also fine ?? i do not consider st. vincent particularly gyrate-able music but what do i know) so i also had to do some leaning side-to-side to see around them. one of her songs has a line about jumping off the london bridge and the way they both looked at each other and pointed gleefully at themselves while going "meeee" was very funny. i bet they're on tumblr, they had the vibes. hello gay guys at the london st. vincent concert, if you're reading this.

reading: i read 'when the angels left the old country' by sacha lamb in the two days that i was alone in edinburgh before my brother came! it was good, speedy read, i enjoyed the characters and overall conceit well enough. probably not on the to-buy list, i'd just rented an ebook for my trip.

some miscellanous articles from my pocket emails:

How to Coexist With a Belligerent Catbird by Caitlin Gibson (<3)

The Last Kid in Ninth Grade Without an iPhone by Liz Kreiger (this was relatable as a kid whose parents did Not let her get anything more complex than a flipphone for emergencies until i got myself one as a senior in high school and i think i was better off for it)

The Case for Doing Laundry Every Day by Rebecca Onion (insane, IMO)

watching: mostly fallow, did watch one of the dunmeshi eps that came out when i was gone with the boy yesterday and will probably watch the second one tonight.

i have Opened the jenny nicholson star wars hotel video, not yet watched, but saw in my patreon emails from friends at the table that the tablefriends did a related episode on their star wars podcast, which, i then noticed like [leo decaprio pointing meme] xeecee spotted in the credits for the cover art ?? i'm not surprised they are aware of each other but i thought it was funny

playing: fallow! completely, for once! no ttrpgs, no video games, etc. i guess i played a Lot of solitaire on my flight back from the uk, maybe that counts lol

making: i did a lot of sketching on my trip! i made a watercolor travel journal that somehow doesn't have enough pages so i'll have to rebind it but oh well. no watercolor pics for now but i'm excited to share those as i go! in the meantime, some sketches i did in the east princes street gardent, the scottish parliament, and the victoria and albert museum in london respectively:

i think once i finish the travel journal ill try to do a higher quality scan of it and upload a pdf somewhere, i feel like that will be fun.

eating: ough i ate a lot of good food in the uk. mostly the non-british food unsurprisingly but i Did have some really good fish & chips moments. last meal of the trip especially we got a recommendation from one of my brother's friends who goes to cambridge and ouuuugh that shit was So good.

misc: it's good to be back ... now i'm back in The Grind (work) but i don't mind it. despite the jetlag i'm feeling refocused and excited to get moving on stuff again. i liked a lot of stuff about the uk (trains, vibes) but i also did not like some stuff (why are the cold meds So weak there lmfao) and overall i'm glad to e home :)

[yellowloid]

hello dear! i just read your songs analysis and i think they’re really insightful and clever! i would be so happy to read other song analysis from you (both from tlsp and am)! also i love that you wrote the analysis from a personal view but not under the milex lens (although i would love to read your take on that version)!

hi anon, and thanks!! i'm happy to hear you appreciated my analysis, i love overanalysing lyrics so i'd be 100% down to make more. just drop the am/tlsp/mk songs you want me to analyse in my inbox (and whether you want the analysis to be strictly personal or you want me to go Full Milex Demon TM), and you can bet i'll end up writing a long-ass analysis post. i have so many theories (sometimes even different ones for the same song lmao like in this case) and they're just waiting to be put on paper.

now, since we're on the topic...

✨️mr. schwartz and body paint milex analysis✨️, by yours truly

(once again, this is just fan analysis. it's just as valid as any milex fanfiction i've ever written - meaning that it's completely fictional and i'm not in any way shape or form implying anything about them as real people. just having fun with lyrics and possible interpretations!)

(+ as i said in the other post, i'm analysing them together because there are so many interesting analogies between them and i think they might be connected. brace yourselves because this is gonna be long)

so in the other post i talked about anyways (and the ultracheese, but we could also add star treatment to the mix) as an introduction to the new album, how from what we've seen so far of the car it seems to be a very self-reflective album.

the vibes are quite similar, but if the tbhc self-reflection was done on purpose, almost calculated, the one that seems to characterize the car appears to be almost... annoyed. there's this subtone to it, a faint hue that gives it a sense of reluctant introspection. he's not doing it willingly - he's almost forced to do it, incapable of bottling his thoughts up any longer. like he finally understood he can't run forever (could be the effect of the pandemic, who knows). Also, the tbhc lyrics were absolutely cryptic, and even though the car ones are just as cryptic in some instances, we also find very straightforward, concrete lines ("come here and kiss me before it gets too cute / [...] and if we guess who i'm pretending to be / do we get a prize?" from Mr.S. as well as "watching your every move i feel the tears are coming on [...] and i'm keeping on my costume [...] and if you're thinking of me, i'm probably thinking of you" from BP). if tbhc had ten layers of mysterious metaphors covering it, the car has like... eight, i'd say. still very cryptic, but with a tiny bit more clarity to it. there’s still a lot of smoke covering it, but we can make out shapes a bit more clearly than we did in tbhc.

speaking of anyways specifically, i'd like to focus on that for a moment. everyone knows how it's a very, very personal song - but i don't see enough people talking about the evident parallels with see ya when i see ya:

"what a place for both the opposite sides of my double life to finally collide"

"you're feeling alive, a jekyll and hyde / [...] leading that double life"

like. do i even need to say anything. see ya when i see ya as a whole just screams of alex, but those lines? that's just miles telling everyone "yeah, this is about my absolutely platonic no homo bro", except it’s full homo and he knows he couldn’t make it any clearer even if he tried

also special mention:

"spilled the unspillable beans" (from the bourne identity)

"i put myself on mute before i spill the beans / oh, not again" (from SYWISY)

like. are you getting the vibe? because i sure as hell am

now, taking into consideration the whole discourse about double lives, masks and façades, let's get to Mr.S. and BP. as i said in the other post, in both songs it feels like he's talking to two different 'you's: himself (alternating it with 'i') and a mysterious interlocutor who appears to be someone he has history with. you and i both know who i’m thinking about lmao

body paint comes before mr. schwartz in the tracklist. he starts off strong, straight to the point:

"for a master of deception and subterfuge / you made yourself quite the bed to lie in"

these first two lines seem to refer to him not being able (or not being allowed) to be his true self; this is also confirmed by the 3rd and 4th lines, which are all about the need/urge to keep up (false) appearances and the misery that comes from it: "do your time traveling through the tanning booth / so you don't let the sun catch you crying". the sun could be spotlight, the media and the world's eyes on him, watching his every move. this whole “façade” aspect could easily be interpreted as him hiding his sexual orientation from the world for fear of being judged.

in the second stanza, this awareness also translates into self-deprecation (possibly internalized homophobia):

"my teeth are beating and my knees are weak / it's as if there's something up with the wiring / you can poke your head behind the mountain peak / you don't have to leak that you've gone into hiding"

he blames himself for this situation, for "having gone into hiding": the guilt takes up the form of physical symptoms and he asks himself whether there's something wrong with him ("something up with the wiring"), but at the same time he won't "leak" it, he refuses to admit it.

then there's a turn and he seems to be talking to the other person: "i know what you're thinking", which has Big Milex Telepathy energy, because who else could he share that kind of connection with?

now let's consider these lines from mr. schwartz:

"might be half a love song in it all for you / timing wise it's probably for the best / come here and kiss me now before it gets too cute"

at first he seems to be considering the possibility of giving himself and the other person a chance - the timing is right, they should just live in the moment without dwelling too much on anything else ("kiss me now before it gets too cute"). but then, after the chorus, this happens:

"gradually it's coming into view / [...] as fine a time as any to deduce / the fact that neither you or I has ever had a clue"

it's a bittersweet realisation slowly hitting him: right after he's almost been able to say fuck it and just live in the moment, he realises that neither he or the other person really knows what they're doing - what they've been doing all this time, maybe in terms of how deep they were really in, or how getting that deep would only inevitably end up hurting them both. he’s justifying them and at the same time almost criticising them, because they didn’t know what they were getting into and they really had no idea what they were doing (although, may i add, the other person might disagree on that. they certainly did know and he's just looking for excuses).

and then we have these lines from body paint, which seem to continue on that same route:

"watching your every move i feel the tears are coming on / it won't be long / it won’t be long"

he can't stop lingering on everything the other person does, almost obsessing over them - and at the same time this makes him even more miserable, because of two possible options:

a) he considers giving their relationship a chance, but fears it won't last

b) he feels like he's running out of time, and he needs to make a decision because the other person is still moving around, they won’t wait for him forever, and he feels "it won't be long" until they'll eventually move on. (may i add 2.0, if he thinks miles could ever move on and forget about him then he's even dumber than expected. oblivious king 😔)

however, stubborn as he is, he's choosing to keep up the façade despite his pain ("mr. schwartz is staying strong for the crew"; "and i'm keeping on my costume" in BP), keeping up his appearance ("wardrobe's lint-rolling your velveteen suit"), because he knows that's just how the industry works ("mr. schwartz is having tea with the grips / asking after all the wives and the kids / it's at the heart of what the business is"); he can’t live freely – he’s committed to the role he plays in the industry and he’s convinced breaking character and living his truth is simply not an option. neither he or the other person can change that, it’s just how things work ("there's not one god damn thing that you can do about this"; this also reminds me of these lines from star treatment: “i found out the hard way that / here ain't no place for dolls like you and me”).

but deep down he knows that, no matter how hard he tries to ignore his and the other person's feelings - it doesn't change the fact that those feelings are there, they exist and they can’t just pretend they don’t ("and if you're thinking of me, i'm probably thinking of you"). because that's what they've been doing for years – thinking of and obsessing over each other.

i also find this very interesting:

"and if we guess who i'm pretending to be / do we win a prize?"

it feels like he's responding to miles' attempts at deciphering him, of reading through his behaviour over the years after 2016 (through the entirety of coup de grace + some change the show songs). all these years, miles has been telling him through the veil of song to drop the façade and just be who he is, to stop being afraid and give them a chance, because no matter what he'll always be next to him. this is alex's reply: cynical, because the rose-tinted glasses (the same "rose tint" he mentions in mirrorball, perhaps) are gone, he can't see things the same way he did in 2016 because he forced himself to wake up from that dream. because he's convinced it was just that, a dream - one that could never come true.

but he knows the facts are there, he hasn't forgotten about the past and he knows miles hasn't either. and they can pretend everything is absolutely platonic on the outside, for the sake of their public image, but they both know what used to happen behind closed doors: "straight from the cover shoot / there's still a trace of body paint / on your legs and on your arms and on your face"; photoshoots representing their public side, and the two of them being the only ones who are able to see through each other's public façade. they marked each other in some way, and that mark is very much still there - but it's only completely visible to them, because they're the only ones who really know what happened. it's between them, a secret hidden in plain sight.

(+ these lines sound 100% fully sexual, i'm sorry it's the truth. we all thought about it and i won’t hear anything else about it) (also shout out to @haonsworld for speaking the truth about this part. you're braver than the us marines)

and yeah, alex may be skeptical about the possibility of them ever being something again ("having attempted twice, both incorrectly"), at the same time he can't let go of a tiny spark of hope, asking both himself and miles: "do we get a third try?"

this could also be interpreted as the other anon was saying - that is, them discussing the possibility of tlsp3, and how to make it happen.

either way, although a bit scared of failing, he's asking for a chance. he's hoping for it, despite maybe not knowing exactly how to handle it. but miles has been waiting for him all these years, hasn’t he? and he's ready to stand next to him in that journey.

after all, miles says it himself in caroline: "let me save you from yourself because / caroline, you're living on the edge this time / [...] take my hand / and go and lead the life that you've planned / 'cause you're gonna be just fine / my caroline" ❤️