#I loved this idea so much

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

I NEED a lil fic thing, a snippet, a sentence, ANYTHING about the boys realizing Lucien is in fact, not a cosplayer and is in fact, a whole ass demon.

That plus the lil au of all the listeners being related finding out too

I CANT WRITE FOR SHIT BUT I IMAGINE IT TO BE REALLY REALLY FUNNY, BUT MAYBE A LIL ANGSTY TOO???? IDK?????

A WHAT???

Rook being the protective older sibling grabbed Angel away from the demon and pointed a knife at him. "BACK UP!" Shouting caused everyone to look at them, Auron was surprised when he saw the knife. Getting up quickly to Rook he tried to ease them, slowly standing by their side.

"Rook, dear what are you doing?" Cautiously asking his lover, Angel was trying to say something but was shushed by Rook.

"This fucking asshole is a demon!" Hatred was all in their voice as they pointed the knife at Lucien still. Other people started standing between Rook and Lucien, even their twin Boo was wondering how the fuck they came to that. And them seeing that no one was listening they looked back to Angel. "Angel, I mean this so fucking much tell them really how you met him!" Commanding their sibling.

Angel locked up as all eyes fell on them, "We...we met when walking to our apartments he was carrin-" Rook glared hard at them causing them to clam their mouth shut. Looking down from those eyes they used when someone was lying right in their face, They always used it when one of te siblings were lying to big dawg.

"Rook don't glare at them like that!" Boo snapped at their older twin. Other siblings making a comment too how their being to hard on them and the boyfriend. They all knew how Rook tested all their partners but this was going to far!

"Angel, tell us the fucking truth, NOW!" Pressure was going on Angel as they felt tears form in their eye. Auron was pleading to Rook quietly to calm down but Rook didn't pay him any mind. Angel cracked before anyone could say anything more.

"He's a demon yes! But I love him so much Rook please he isn't bad he literally loves to cook please-" The siblings gasped as everyone looked at Lucien. The big red man took a step back and was looking very nervous, what is he suppose to do? He knew if they truly knew him they'd hate him, but he understood why Angel outed him.

Big dawg, the eldest sibling finally came back and saw the scene, "Yo what the fuck is going on here?!" Looking from the crowd of everyone and Lucien on the side they saw his horns and legs glow brighter. Causing the temperature to rise in the room, this made everyone start coughing and fanning themselves. Rook though didn't let up.

"Angel what the fuck? You summoned a fucking demon and didn't think to call or tell us? He....." Their voice got quiet as they realize something, "DOES HE FUCKING OWN YOUR SOUL?" A hush went through the room as Rook looked freaked out for their younger sibling.

"Yes, he does." Defeat was all over Angel's face as they looked at Rook, "But he loves me! PLEASE JUST LISTEN TO ME!" Rook turn quickly at Lucien and screamed.

"GET OUT! YOU FUCKING-" Lucien in a panic teleported, not caring where to go just needing to get away from them. Maybe they can be convinced? He didn't even hear Angel's wails as they tried to reach out for him before he left. They fell to the ground crying how they still loved him and not to leave.

[softquietsteadylove]

Secret Lovers AU???

Heyyy

I just wanted to know if you could write an AU where Thena and Gil have to keep their relationship a secret? In this AU I imagine that Arishem is Thena’s father, and he is very controlling. He keeps Thena in the house all day and has decided that on her 25th birthday she will be wed to Kro. Thena hates this

(Bc she’s already in love with Gilgamesh, Duh)

And she has to sneak out the house to see Gil.

So what do you think?

Tysm Byeeeee 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

"Delivery!"

"Gil!" Thena rushed to the windows, opening them fully for him to climb in and onto her window bench. "I told you not to come tonight."

He just smiled at her, setting down his picnic basket and pulling down the hood of his jacket. "Yeah, but that's when I know you need me the most."

"I thought Father took the lattice down," she frowned as she helped him into her room.

"Yeah, but Karun did us a solid and left the ladder out for me," he chuckled, completely unbothered by her father's efforts to keep them apart. Not that he knew that Gil used it to sneak in. He thought Thena used it to sneak out.

If he knew Gil used it to sneak into her room at night, he would sooner burn down the whole estate.

Gil had been using it for years, though, even when they were just children, whispering about books on Thena's roof under the stars. He had scaled the wall lattice as a pre-teen just trying to get to know his rich and mysterious neighbour. As a teenager, working up the nerve to ask Thena if she'd ever had a boyfriend before. He had scaled that lattice and recited the speech he had memorised from Romeo and Juliet, just to get told that it wasn't exactly Shakespeare's most romantic, despite popular belief.

She had kissed him anyway, though.

"Hey," he smiled, leaning in and kissing her gently. He ran his hands down her arms, "I know you're scared."

She sighed, plunking her forehead onto Gil's chest, laughing when she felt the traces of leaves and bristles from the ivy leaves. "He won't give up on this 'Kro' business, you know. He's determined to marry me off to that monster."

"That won't happen, baby, I promise," Gil attempted to assuage her worries, rubbing her back over her satin robe.

She shook her head, "we got in another fight about it. That's why I told you not to come; if he gets even the slightest idea you're here, he'll have me shipped to the Antarctic."

Gil shrugged, holding her by the waist, "I'd still visit you. Wouldn't have to climb a lattice to do it, either."

She laughed, toying with the strings of his sweatshirt hood. "You shouldn't have to, though."

"I would anyway."

"Gil," Thena insisted, looking up at him, her in bare feet and him still wearing his heavy steel toed boots. "I mean it. I thought now that we were graduated he would have let this go, but-"

But Arishem had only pushed even harder for Thena to form an alliance with his chosen protege and CEO-to-be.

"What did he say?" Gil asked her softly, guiding her to sit with him on the plush window seat, where they'd spent some of the most important moments of their lives, by this point.

She sighed, wilting against Gil's side. "On my 25th birthday he'll announce our engagement to his associates and the whole world. And if I don't go through with it, he'll disown and ex-communicate me completely from the family."

Gil scowled, "that's a bit harsh, hon. I know your dad's a psycho, but we were pretty sure he wouldn't actually kick you out, right?"

She sighed even more heavily, her shoulders dragging down so far it hurt. "Apparently, I thought wrong."

"Oh, Thena," Gil made a sympathetic face, which was all it took for Thena to move closer, clinging to him. He held her just the way she liked. "I'm sorry."

Perhaps she hadn't been hoping that he would suddenly change his mind on things. But was it so foolish to think that he would want his daughter in his life in some way? And he still didn't know anything about her and Gil, and she intended to keep it that way for Gil's safety.

"I shouldn't be surprised," she conceded quietly as Gil pulled her into his lap. "Father has never hesitated to choose his work over me before. I just thought...I thought for once-!"

Gil kissed her temple, "I know, honey, it's okay."

Was it, though? Not that she had any intention of going through with marrying Kro, but her father was far more powerful than she cared to admit. Even if she didn't want to go into the same line of work, she wasn't sure there was any field of society where she could be guaranteed safety from him.

"Hey," Gil whispered again, tipping her chin back to him. "What do you wanna do?"

Thena sniffed, pressing her tears into his shirt and then shaking them off. "I'm not marrying that cretin."

"Great start, babe," he chuckled, and even got a smile for his efforts. He brushed the last of her tears away, "what else?"

Thena inhaled, trying to wrap her mind around things. "I have my own job prospects, although I'm afraid I wouldn't be surprised if Father was capable of rescinding those, given his influence. I might have to start over, maybe even...somewhere new."

This was her most dreaded reality.

They had always known her father would never let her so much as be alone in a room with him, even as children. It was against all odds they had managed to steal what time they did. They had faced being in different classes in school. They had faced Thena's extracurriculars and Gil getting a part time job to help support his family. They had faced her going into university and Gil starting trade school.

They had even faced her being entrapped into a date set up by Kro and her father.

"Okay, where would you want to go?" Gil asked gently. Despite his smiles and joking tones, he was serious. Because wherever she went, he would follow.

"Gil," she shook her head, new tears arising. "Your mom and Sersi are here, you can't move just because I'm getting thrown out."

"They know I'd go anywhere for you."

Thena smiled against his lips as he kissed her again. For all her father's efforts not to let any love into her life, she had been able to sneak Gil her heart, and he had kept it safe for her ever since.

"Really, Thena, you say the word and I'll pick you up, we can go to Mom's until we figure something out," he suggested with a shrug of his shoulders. His tone was light, but his hand on hers was solid. "You don't have to be scared of him, honey."

She rolled her eyes, "I'm not scared of Father, or Kro."

"That's my girl," he winked at her.

Her smile faded slowly, but it did eventually. She squeezed his hands, "But I am scared to not be with you, Gil. And if Father has me thrown out and cuts off all my accounts?--I struggle to think of how far I would have to go just to find a firm willing to let me intern."

Gil tilted his head at her, letting himself smile again. "You say that like you like being rich."

She rolled her eyes again. She hated when he called her 'rich'.

"You already don't use any of that money you have hidden away," Gil shrugged. It was him who had told her that if she took out a little at a time in cash and stashed it away that she could use it without him knowing about it. "So, take what you can and get outta here. He's gonna kick you out anyway so just...come with me."

Thena stared at his outstretched hand. How many times had she dreamed of this?--Gil offering to help her run away from her father and her gilded cage of a home. The delusional and romantic notion of running away with the boy she loved (now the man she loved).

"You're your own woman, Thena, you don't need his name, or his money, or anything!" Gil urged, eager to pull her spirits out of the pit he could see her spiralling into in real time. "I always knew you'd be a badass lawyer, whether he wanted you to or not!"

Oh, Father wanted her to be lawyer, but one that would make good money. He wanted her to be a corporate lawyer, or even a criminal defense. Not a divorce lawyer who worked pro-bonos all the time.

She shook her head, "I'm just done law school, Gil. I haven't even taken the bar, yet."

"Which you'll nail!" he shrugged like it was nothing at all. "I always knew you would, and your dad knows you will, too. That's why he wants you to marry that creep! Because you're too badass on your own and you could take him any day of the week."

"I do not want anything to do with either of them," she shook her head and pulled her robe tighter around herself. She looked around her room, immaculately cleaned for her, full of expensive clothes picked for her. It was a very personalised hotel room, as far as she was concerned. "I should pack."

"I'll help you."

"It's okay," she whispered, kissing his cheek. "You came for a date, not to help me uproot my life."

"Actually," he chuckled as she stood and went to her desk. "I came after you told me not to, because I knew my girlfriend needed me."

She attempted to contain her smile but couldn't. She loved it when he called her his girlfriend.

"And because I will always be right here, babe," he finished more softly, kissing her hair as she collected up what little of her possessions she actually cared about. "You wanna leave tonight, we'll go. We can go anywhere, do anything. I'll go downstairs and fight your dad bare handed if you want me to."

She gave Gil a dry look. He was big, and strong in every sense of the word, but her father was like an eldritch horror out of a fantasy book.

"Okay, fine," he conceded, pulling out the bag she'd used to sneak herself over to his house plenty of times before. "What else do you need?"

She shoved her work materials into the bag. Her textbooks she could access online, and it wasn't like she could keep them physically after the bar, anyway. She bundled up her laptop and phone charger. "Just the stuff in the top drawer."

Gil unceremoniously opened her dresser and shoved everything from the top shelf in. "We can get you new stuff, too. You know how mom loves to go shopping with you."

Thena smiled; Gil's family always felt more loving than even her most fond memories of her father. "Yes, she does."

"Cash?"

She turned and smiled. Gil had no discomfort with the idea that he was going into carpentry and contracting while she came from an ivory tower. As far as he was concerned, she could rob her father for all he was worth and then be happy to sneak cheap snacks into a movie for a date. "Underwear drawer."

"Ooh!"

"Gilgamesh," she drawled, needing to remind him to grab what was necessary, and not whatever of hers was his favourite.

"Feels kind of exciting, right?" he grinned at her as she zipped the main section of the bag closed, including the cash that could keep her comfortable while she was literally finding her footing. "Like we're running away together?"

"Well," she raised her brows at him as she grabbed her hairbrush, "we are, aren't we?"

"Always said we would," he whispered before kissing her again. "You wanna put something else on or go like this?"

"And climb down that ladder in this?" she scoffed, gesturing to her silky little night dress, "no."

"Aw," Gil faked pouting before laughing, "I'd carry you down if you wanted me to."

"I know you would," she answered from her walk-in closet. She truly wouldn't miss anything from in here. Anything of hers that she liked and Gil liked was in that top dresser drawer, for all the other times she had left in the night like this.

Karun had helped them many, many times before.

"Okay," Gil smiled as she stepped out in a perfectly normal looking white sundress. "Ready?"

"Ready," she nodded, her resolve continuing to firm up with everything they packed. She looked up, "what?"

Gil shook his head, setting the bag down, "you look beautiful."

How she loved him. Thena smiled down at her feet shyly before slipping on the sandals she kept hidden in here. They were her only decent walking shoes. "Okay, let's go."

"Hey, you need one more thing."

"What?" Thena blinked, going over everything they'd packed. She had been planning this escape in the back of her mind for years, she was absolutely certain she wasn't forgetting anything. She looked at Gil.

He smiled at her, equal parts terror and excitement. His hands were shaky as he reached into his pocket and knelt down in front of her. He pulled out the ring box, gulping. "You'll need this."

[s1mpadd1ct]

"I came across time for you, Y/n." (Future!Soldier!Eddie Munson X Target!Reader)

(This falls into something like the first Terminator film in 1984, The scene where Sarah Connor and Kyle Reece are in the motel room and Sarah asks about there ever being a girl, And there never was, But Kyle has feelings for Sarah and confesses it to her and they uh.....We don't talk about it. "I came across time for you, Sarah.")

NO SMUT. [I might make one if anyone wants it....Wink Wonk]

Warnings: Bad writing, Reader is 19, Eddie is 20, Mentions of blood, Angst if you squint, Fluff, Eddie being love drunk, Reader ACCIDENTALLY hurting Eddie by scratching one of his wounds, Mentions of pain and death, And other stuff, Kisses<3

"Eddie, Your back, You're bleeding..." I whispered. My hands ran over the cuts on this back lightly to not hurt him, Avoiding the slices of flesh that were leaking blood. Eddie shuddered a bit from my touch but didn't tell me that I couldn't touch him.

"It's fine, Pain can be controlled, You kind of just need to, Disconnect I guess." He rasped. His stare of desolence stayed glued to the wall ahead of him. I can see his shadow from the ice blue color coming from the moon and into the area we sat.

"So you feel nothing?" I asked, My voice breaking ever so slightly in the smallest way. Eddie shook his head with a hum in disagreement. 'He feels pain, He just doesn't pay attention to it?' I trusted that he was telling the truth and was at least a little okay. I was lucky he let me patch up his gunshot wound under that tunnel-like place.

My focus turned back to the shadow, How his hair sides perfectly along the light to abrupt dark fadings along the wall with his shallow yet paced breathing.

His hair looked like one of those rock band boys, I like his long hair a lot, He may be from 2029, And a soldier, But he looks fresh out of my time, and sending him through time saved me from death. I owe him that.

I got distracted, I didn't even realize that my hand had ran over one of the deeper cuts and scratched the wound, Getting blood on my hand and accidentally harming his wound further. He winced sharply with my oblivious action, I nearly felt my heart stop.

"Sorry-! Eddie I'm so sorry- I lost track of thought-"

"Don't worry about it." He said. I quit trying to apologize, I rested my hand on his shoulder. I wanted to ask him a question, But I feel like it would be weird, Or creepy. I think he noticed my hesitation, Because he rolled his shoulder blade that my hand rested on to bring me back.

"You're holding something back." He said.

I took a deep breath and sighed. My eyes shut tightly for a split second before opening back up again. Here goes nothing.

"What are the women like in your time?" I asked him. He slightly tilted his head up to a normal up position, From his slumped head lean look he had going on.

"Good fighters." He responded.

"No, Like, Was there ever anyone special in your time?" I asked, He clearly seemed confused, His head turned just a little bit, He wasn't looking at me for sure, But his gaze nudged to me, Most likely to ask me to repeat my question.

"What?" Eddie questioned. I giggled just a little bit at his confusion and obliviousness. I leaned a bit over to his face, Not in his face, A LITTLE ways near it. "You know, Like, A girl." I said.

Eddie frowned sharply and looked away, Lifting is left hand to rest on his right bicep. Seeming very upset after coming to realization of what I had been asking.

"No, Never."

I frowned at his slumped over frame, I hated that I may have upset him, That was never my intention, It was just something I asked, At the wrong time. My hand came up to rub his shoulder where my hand was before.

"I'm so sorry Eddie, I didn't mean to upset you, I was just curious." I whispered sorrowly. He sniffled a bit and stretched his spide a little, I sat my hand back into my lap, Eddie shook his head and brought it back up to look at the wall.

"There was never anyone, Not a girl, Not a boy, No one, But it wasn't because no one liked me, No, Not at all..." He began. I tilted my head in confusion, Much like he did earlier. "What do you mean?" I asked.

He shifted his sitting position so his back was against the couch, His arms resting on his knees as he pulled them close to his chest. "It was because I didn't want anybody there." He said nonchalantly. It didn't faze him to flat out say that even if he had everyone high over heels, He rejected them all.

"Why? Do you...Like?...Being alone?" I questioned. My gaze turning from his face to his hands messing with his nails and knuckles, Then going back up to his eyes.

"No, It's because of one thing, Your son, Y/s/n Y/s/l/n, Gave me a photo of you before the massive war broke out between the machines and mankind. I would look at it after every run I had out on the field, I doubted that I'd actually make it out alive each time. It was almost like your picture gave me some sort of energy. I remember coming back through the door to our bunker, Before I would enter I needed to say my serial number, Name, And fighter value, 'Munson, Sargent Tech-Com DN38416'. Having the dogs smell my hands to prove it was actually me. Once I got myself sat down and comfortable in a corner somewhere, I would always look at it, After ever run. When I would look at it, I always wondered what you were thinking in that moment, I memorized every color, Every detail, Every curve, Everything. You seemed...Sad. I thought you were so beautiful.....And I still do. I fell in love with you. I got the opportunity to come back through time and meet you, See you, Save you, And I just couldn't miss that chance. I could not." He said.

His head slowly turned to meet my eyes, Our faces a few inches apart. His face seemed so full of emotion, It was almost heart breaking to see him so sad and vulnerable.

"I came across time for you, Y/n." He said blankly.

I wanted to smile, But I couldn't, I was in shock, It felt like he had opened a box that should have stayed closed in his terms. I couldn't look at him long enough before he stood from the couch and quickly made his way over to the kitchen table with a series of explosives and weapons.

He grabbed one of the explosives and shoved it into a bag we had for them. It was very dangerous how forcefully he was putting the weapon in the bag.

My mind flicked to different things I could say or do at this moment, Accept his feelings, Reject him, Love him, Hate him, Let him rough up the weaponry, Stop him.

I decided that I should just try to calm him down at least.

So I stood up and walked over.

"I shouldn't have said any of that." He said.

"Eddie- Please... Please look at me." I begged. But he wouldn't listen, He just kept loading the explosives. I placed my hand on his jaw and turned his head towards me, I didn't register what in the world I was about to do until I did it.

I pulled him in and kissed him.

I could feel his shock at first, Almost jerking away from me in the action, But he hesitantly raised his arms a little to rest them on my hips. If he had a moment to be fully alive for, Here it was.

He slowly but surely melted into and within the kiss, He put all of his love into this kiss.

He pressed his lips firmer into mine, First a mess of lips and teeth, Now a perfect, Loving, And romantic touch.

His mouth slotted perfect with mine, Almost like he was made for me, No, I was made for him. His hands dug themselves comfortably in my hips, Pulling me closer into his frame.

He smelled of blood, Rubbing alcohol, And gun powder, The smell would have many people repulsed by it, But I found it oddly comforting.

His tongue grazed the flesh of my bottom lip, My immediate instinct, I let him in.

Our tongues locking, Dancing, And fighting with each other in quick and loving motions. His hand cupped the back of my head, Fingers tangling in it and pulling me further in.

Our kiss grew more and more passionate as the seconds passed.

Love burned so good.

I love the man holding me in his arms.

[notherpuppet]

First Meeting

[verkomy]

quick 60s ineffable wives fanart

you can get a print here: inprnt!   

[reasonsforhope]

Sometimes you just have one of those moments where the progress we've made as a culture get thrown into stark relief. You look at something and go "Holy shit, that would never have happened when I was a kid."

Today, I had one of those moments when I realized that the teenage boys I'm working with are just. genuinely, openly enthusiastic about going to Build-a-Bear for their outing.

These are sixteen and seventeen year old boys! They just had a whole conversation about what to name their "cute", mostly new squishmallows! They're genuinely excited that they're going to Build-a-Bear this weekend and asking other kids to pick up specific accessories for them!!

Holy shit, that never would've happened when I was 16. None of the boys would have dared to be visibly interested - and neither would most of the girls! There would have been a million gay jokes and "Haha, you're a girl" jokes and "What are you, a baby?" jokes. Teenagers weren't even supposed to care about anything back then!

Less than 15 years later, and I'm watching three 17 year old boys treat all that as not even worthy of comment.

So let's call that a reason for hope. Even when the kids aren't alright, in some ways apparently they are alright. Go Gen Z, honestly. It's so lovely to watch you guys just openly doing and saying stuff that, when I was a teen, would've been a social death sentence.

[reineydraws]

jason is a grandpa's boy and u cant take this away from me!!! they cook together, they discuss literature together, and when jay comes back, they clean their guns together haha. ofc they celebrate their birthday together too! 😌

✨️🎂 hbd jay & alfie 🎂✨️

[eyes-of-nine]

pls assume i'm thinking about this moment 24/7 all week every week

[watchingwisteria]

listen there really was just something about how in the book, snow’s 3-page descent from hesitant lover boy to deluded psychopath happens entirely in his mind. lucy gray gives him no indication whatsoever that she suspects him, that she’s going to leave or betray him. he’s just sitting quietly in the cabin waiting for her to return when that seed of calculated suspicion, which he has needed to survive the capitol, takes a hold of him and chokes the life out of any goodness left inside him. it really drives home your terror as a reader that “oh my god did he kill her? did she escape? what happened to her? why would he even think that?” in a way that when the movie had to adjust for visualization it lost some of that holy shit this guy has lost it emphasis.

[devilart2199-aibi]

The Hermit Post! 💌

[kaptainandy]

herbert west playing yugioh if you even care 🙄

[erabu-san]

I enjoyed every second of this quest

[This art has platonic intention. Thank you for not tag ship!]

[mokeonn]

"But if college was free, then people would abuse that and get useless degrees" hell yeah I would! If I could go to college without debt I would make it my job to get a degree in every little thing that interested me. I'd get a doctorate in film studies. I'd have a bachelor's degree for every science I like. I'd try to learn at least 5 languages with varying results. I would learn something "useful" like coding and then follow it up with a ""useless"" degree like art history. I'd be the world record speed run holder for getting every degree possible.

But I can't afford college without going into massive debt, so instead I spent the last 5 years trying to figure out what I am passionate enough about to consider going into debt over, because unfortunately being passionate about everything is extremely expensive to pursue.

[lawvno]

My pretty ghost princess💕

[fanfic-gremlin-ft-trauma]

expanding on my au idc x

[butch4maryoliver]

Three of Emily O’Leary’s hand-hooked dog rugs (@emiliaoleary); bottom two photos were shot by Bucky Miller for an installation in his Wraymour&Flanigan project (strongly recommend seeing the full installation photos!)