#Roier: I'm always hot

[royalarchivist]

Roier: I'm cold, I'm cold, I'm cold, ayyy....

Cellbit: Come here, it's alright, it's alright, I'll warm you up, everything's fine now...

[autistic-britta-perry]

cellbit stuck on a costumer service job post prison and having not great therapy and being like ugh. ugh. trying to 'make it up to people' and get better while not disclosing he's done actual murders because he would not be free if he did. He roomed with Felps for a bit but then he found this very cheap place to live in and he just got that job and he knew Felps is not taking him changing seriously and was probably still doing bad shit that could get him in trouble. And he does want to keep having the somehow friendly relationship he has with Pac and Mike now, so.

He goes to check it out, and it's cheap it's very small but he's lived in worse places. If he feels there's something off about the residents and if the meat they cook tastes just like human flesh that's surely his own imagination right? if his hot new neighbour Roier sometimes has an odd look on his face or says strange things that's probably Cellbit projecting that he somehow knows about his past and is seeing right through him, RIGHT?

[fairytsuk1]

hips don't lie | (s)

pairing: alex quackity x reader

words: 2.5k

warnings: sexual content, drinking (of age), sexual dancing, mild voyeurism, mild public sex, bathroom sex, unprotected sex, pre-established relationship

summary: alex knows you think he's hot. when you're all out and about, the pressure builds till you both can't take it anymore.

The two of you dressed in tandem, slipping past each other to apply perfume and perfectly tie a tie. Still, neither of you could hide the longing glances at the silhouette of Alex's body or the whisper of promise accentuated by your curves. Alex watches you work through your make-up routine while he sits on the bed, already ready.

"Is–what's his name–going to be there? Roier?"

Alex stands and draws close to you, crowding your inner bubble and resting a chin on your shoulder, "yeah, but he'll probably be busy with Sabi. Did I tell you how good you look in this dress, hm?"

You have to remember that you have somewhere to be when you feel Alex's hands possessively glide down the bones of your hips, circling back to your ass and squeezing.

"You did, actually, when I bought it," you smirk at him through the mirror, clipping in an earring, "don't get handsy. We need to leave soon."

"I'm not getting handsy! I'm just appreciating your body. I mean, how could I not?"

Alex says it so genuinely, lips quirked up as he wraps his arms around you comfortingly. You know he means every compliment, every embrace, every little instance reminded you that he truly loved you. The two of you glance at each other before your lips are joined in a heated kiss that your boyfriend eagerly accepts. A dominant hand splays across your lower back, tugging you chest to chest; his free hand slips down and grabs a handful of your behind, "Alex!"

"Sorry," he cheekily laughs, pecking your lips softly once more, "let's get going."

He leaves your heart beating and thighs squeezing together most unfairly. He was so devastatingly attractive, with a demeanor that made you feel like a princess. Your lips twist into a pout while you punch his arm, "that's what I've been saying, actually!" 

"Oh, is that what you were saying?"

Your boyfriend's already grabbed his keys as wiggly fingers tickle your waist in the doorway. Alex feels his heart grow as you laugh, hair messily bouncing as your lifted lashes fluttered at him, "stop it! You're gonna ruin my hair, Lex."

He heeds your request, unlocking the front door to your shared apartment before pausing before you.

"Hey, I love you," he says.

The blush starts at your cheeks before encapsulating your head in flames. It's so mushy, brown eyes round like boba sparkling at you as he lets himself have a moment of vulnerability. Your hand comes to cup his cheek, and you feel as if you're precisely where you need to be, your thumb coming up just short of the mole under his eye.

"I love you too," and your empathetic eyes begin to well.

As in tune with you as always, Alex is quick to wave away tears by pulling you close into the warmth of his side.

"Don't cry! I didn't say that just for you to cry. Besides, how can you cry when we're having drinks tonight?"

Alex's ever-present excitement for drinking doesn't go unnoticed by you; it's enough to wipe a lone tear and peck his jaw, "nothing could ever stop me from drinking with you. I still watch that video of you doing karaoke that one time!"

"God, please don't talk about that! Ugh, I can't believe you still even have that. It's horrible! You have blackmail on your phone, literally."

Your conversation delves into nonsense, bantering and lightly ribbing each other the whole car ride. His hand, of course, stays on your thigh the entire ride.

-

You're a few drinks in and realize you severely underscored Alex's attractiveness that night as you took him in during a minute of group socialization. He'd been steadily killing it the whole night, a hand leading you from the small of your back and laughing with people as if he'd known everyone for years. It wasn't easy showing up as a streamer's plus one, but he knew how to make you feel accepted and relaxed.

Now, however, you're starting to get a bit needy after far too many glasses of red wine and a lingering hand on your inner thigh. Alex is faring even worse. It was as if the combination of alcohol with your high-libidos led to a fantastic product of pure lust. The two of you knew there wasn't a more inappropriate time to disappear to the bathrooms. Still, every look was supercharged with arousal and wanting. 

People from the QSMP crowd your table, infinitely singing praises at your boyfriend's table. Rafael, or Cellbit, says something about dancing, and your mind is plagued by thoughts echoing what you wanted to do most. You needed to show Alex how much you wanted him.

Alex beat you to the chase, "Let's go dance!"

"Okay," your skin is flushed from intoxication, and Alex's touch against your palm sends electricity up your spine.

It's a bit crowded moving to the dance floor, but soon, you find your own spot in the crowd where there's just enough breathing room for you and him to be face to face. It feels intimate, just slightly swaying together. Then, his hands are skimming the edge of your dress and sliding right up to your hips.

You lean in close, brushing your lips against the shell of his ear, "not too much PDA for you?"

"Not at all. I mean, it's better than ripping your clothes off and fucking you right here," his hands bring you so close that your hips are flush, "that's what I really wanna do to you right now."

A breath is caught in your throat as you discreetly sway with the group. His cock slowly begins to press against your thigh as he looks at you with pure need. There's no doubt your panties are soaked with arousal as you imagine how he'd feel, leaving bruises on the contours of your hips, pulling you back against his cock as you struggle to barely hold yourself up. 

"Alex, I want you so bad," you whisper into his ear, "and I can feel you. I wanna suck you off."

The fact you're speaking so lewdly with no one catching on makes both of your pulses quicken. Practically in the distance, the DJ changes the song, and you take the opportunity to use Alex's aroused shock to turn in his arms.

"Let's just go to the bathroom real quick and–"

"Let's just dance for a second, yeah?"

He doesn't even have the chance to rebuke you, too entranced by how you teasingly sway your hips against his now prominent bulge. To others, it just looks like an average couple having an intimate time; only God knows how much Alex is thinking of the softness of your cheeks that press into his thighs, the way your hips effortlessly tilt the same way you would be riding him at his desk. You act so nonchalantly like this, but he's the only one making you moan and whine while he sucks on your wet clit like a man starved.

You only tone down your seductive dancing when his hands wrap around your middle with no wiggle room. Alex holds you in place, and your eyes want to roll back in your head from the way he lightly presses your lower stomach against him. He always feels so massive behind you like this, like he's in total control of your body which makes your clit pulse.

"You can be so naughty sometimes, I'm so fucking hard in my pants now. It's all your fault, you know," he whispers hotly in your ear, "Why don't we go to the bathroom for a second, baby?"

"But I'm having fun dancing," you brattily reply, tilting your jaw up to stare at him through your lashes.

He gives you a plain look, and the submissive bone in your body leaves your legs shaking. 

"You could be having much more fun getting fucked by me, getting split open on my cock. But you don't have to do anything you don't want to," he drops the ultimatum, but the both of you already know your answer.

"Take me to the bathroom," you mumble, pressing against him.

Within moments, your boyfriend has come up with a lame excuse: "Yeah, she's feeling a bit sick!" The two of you are speedwalking to the private bathrooms and clicking the locks shut. Once safely secure, affirmed by the slide and click of the lock, Alex is quick to make work of your body and fiercely bring you into a makeout session with him.

It's hot, messy, it's so wet the way your lips collide against each other. The tension finally builds up and culminates in gliding your tongue against his as he works a knee between your legs. You knew you needed him, but your body was buzzing as his hands cupped your breasts roughly, "ah, fuck. I'm so horny."

"How do you think I feel," he groans, sucking a mark into your neck, "I feel like a teenager, about to come in my pants over your fucking grinding."

Alex's hand cups your jaw to bring your lips together again, tugging on the delicate skin as he drinks you in, "you're fucked up for that, you know?"

"I know, but you like being teased."

"I don't! I really don't," he mumbles, pulling off his suit jacket and hanging it on the door hook, "I should really get you back."

Your boyfriend says it as he manages to pull the cups of your bra down, freeing your chest from the confines of your chest. The cold, naked breeze leaves you aching to cover up, but Alex soothes your pebbling nipples with the warmth of his mouth and slick of his tongue. It feels too good, moans squeaking out of you as he tweaks and sucks at the puckering buds.

He always wants to make you feel good, which means learning everything that made you tick as he absolutely ravishes you. Your nipples were always so sensitive, your fingernails scratching his scalp like the pleasure was crawling out of you like a woman enchanted. 

"Yeah, babe? You like it when I play with your pretty tits?"

"Yeah, yes! The way you touch my nipples feels so good," your words come out, exhaled in pure relief, and it is a relief.

You needed his hands on your body, kneading plush skin and making you feel oh-so-good. Alex beckons you away from the door, lifting you up by your hips to seat you on the counter's edge. You're closer to his height now, and there's a brief moment of sweetness as you reconnect by standing flush against each other. He's fully hard now, desperate for you.

"I need you so bad, fuck," he sighs pleasedly.

Manicured hands unbutton the top buttons of his shirt, soaking in golden-tanned skin that gleams under the bathroom lights. Alex catches the sight of the two of you in the mirror, and his thighs shake with the empathetic rush of pleasure that courses through him just seeing the state of you two. Messy hair, make-up smudged, clothes absolutely and unmistakably disheveled. 

Neither of you could wait any longer, "wanna fuck you from behind. Turn around for me, please?"

Once you're entirely on display, you have a front-row view in the mirror as his hands glide over the curve in your lower back before reaching your cheeks and spreading them. Your creamy hole is fully on display, and Alex shushes you when you whine, "Don't stareee."

"Hush, just be patient for a second," he doesn't even take his eyes off your pussy, "I can't appreciate my girlfriend?"

You want to bite back sassily, but then the head of his dick catches on your clit, leaving your jaw-dropping in a dramatic display. The man behind you chuckles lightly, gliding the tip between your sticky folds to thoroughly coat his cock in your wetness, "what was that?"

"N-Nothing, just hurry up!"

Biting your lip, you try to jerk your hips back, but Alex's hand keeps your lower back firmly pinned to the counter, "I've been daydreaming about this since you got ready."

Alex gives you no chance to try and speak, plunging the tip in your pussy and stretching your thick walls. You know he's barely inside you, barely begun to dick you down. Still, you're already gutturally moaning, "Fuuuck… yes, lex–mmf!"

He gives you time to adjust, shallowly thrusting his hips with a hand on your hips. You're already trying to suck him in, and he's barely a few inches inside! It's heaven, and you can see the way his black hair cascades in his face as he slowly bullies his fat cock into you.

"God, fuck! You're taking me so well; this pussy is squeezing me so tight," he groans, eyes locking onto yours in the mirror as he starts to thrust earnestly, "Oh fuck yeah, take my cock, baby."

There's a loud 'pap' that echoes through the room as Alex works his hips into yours, steadily burying his cock deep into your folds and dicking you down expertly. The room grows hot and heady, the scent of sex permeating the air as Alex skillfully pounds you against the counter, "Talk to me, baby. Actually–fuuck. Look at me, babe."

Your hand grips the counter fiercely, but you can still look up to watch as Alex drags his dick through your walls over and over, "Filling me up so good–wanna cum so bad. I wanna be good–oh! Uh-huh, 'jus wanna be good for you."

Alex feels his balls constrict as you tighten around him, feet on tip-toes as you draw closer and closer to your orgasm. 

"Cum all over me, babe. Let me make you feel good, fuck yes. Just like that, honey."

All you can do is hold on as each thrust winds you up closer and closer until stars are bursting behind your eyelids. You cum with a cry of Alex's name, legs shaking as your pussy creams till there's a white ring around the base of his cock. The feeling of your gummy walls squeezing his dick and your words as you cry, "shit, Alex! Make me cum, oh god. I-I'm yours, fuuuck!"

He cums with a loud groan, hips slapping against your hips once, then twice as you feel him spurt his load against your pink inner walls. Your fluids mix together, spilling out of your hole and leaking down your thigh. The both of you fade in and out of existence, the power of your shared release leaving the two of you reeling as his cock softens inside you.

Your man stays inside of you until your breaths have calmed and come to a slow. He gently works his cock out of you, slowly pulling out as you hiss, "Shh, just stay here, babe. Let me get a towel."

"What time is it?"

A gentle hand comes between your legs to wipe up any excess mess. You jump as he swipes over your clit, an action that Alex giggles at.

"Definitely time to go."

The two of you stand side by side in the mirror, horrified. 

"My hair!"

"My dress! You totally screwed it all up!"

"Nuh-uh, that was all you, babe! Do you think everyone's gonna know?"

You would've said yes and promised that no one would know a single thing. But your eyes zero in on his lips' red, swollen state. The way his shirt is unbuttoned just enough to spot a red mark carding down his chest.

"Oh, babe… absolutely."

Alex whines, but you feel delighted.

[lowkeyrobin]

hiii can i ask for hcs of quackity and his s/o being it couple? like other ccs are constantly bringing them up and hyping them bcs they're giving couple goals, or just fans getting them to trend on social media all the time idkk sorry if weird

oooo okay!! ; and dw this wasn't weird at all! it's fine lol ; thank you for requesting, hope you enjoy 🫶

QUACKITY ; it couple

summary ; you and quackity, through your shared fanbases and friends, have become the online it couple of the month

warnings ; language

word count ; 379

y/s/n = your ship name

masterlist

the hype and popularity spiked again once the qsmp had a random popularity spike after korea was introduced into the smp

then quackity started trending on tik tok and then you did once you posted a new video with him on your channel

getting the jake webber / tara yummy / johnnie guilbert treatment 💀💀 tik toks couple of the month

"Hey, Alex, I think we're trending again!"

"We are, cause you're so beautiful, Y/n/n."

"Shut your goofy ass up"

anyways, your friends loveeee sending you both edits and fanart

especially ones that make you look so hot together and shit

the tik tok edits go crazy

a solid hour of tubbos tubbathon is just reacting to y/s/n edits

they also love hyping you two up

from fit checks to cute couple moments, they're always hyping you up 💯💯

"ayeeee go! go! shake that ass! QUACKITY SHAKE THAT ASS" ; from roier and foolish

niki, foolish and tommy are probably your biggest hype men, in comments or on stream LMAO

god forbid one of you mentions having a favorite song or shared song you like /pos

the edits AGAIN lmao

you dressed as aesthetics of music you listened to for a video but never addressed it on stream so again, the edits LMAO

so many of you to emo/punk music and so many of him to rap/hip-hop (take this with a grain of salt ok...)

anyways, insta posts and stories together>>>

Twitter white boy of the month? more like Twitter it couple of the month. fuck them

dude streamer awards 😨😨😨 /pos

yall looked so good. head to toe, you fucking KILLED. IT.

the fanfic writers have been inspired. the people who paused their fics are all back solely for a streamer awards chap bc yall were being a little wink wonk the whole time /ns

you were just being adorable in general

nevermind the vids u posted of karaoke in the car afterwards

so many edits of you and alex making like thirst traps LMFAOOOO

anything for the fans 🙏🙏🙏

then you publicize a playlist titled "hot stuff w Alex 💯💯" and the world BREAKS.

don't care don't care

mostly like hot girl motivation + banger songs from the 2000s

like rihanna, jay-z, plus some newer kinda stuff like victoria monet and 21 savage LMAO

anyways that's all I got idk I'm sick and have 0 braincells

[ghost-likes-drawing]

Spiderbit Day 3 Sci-fi | First Meetings

@anonymous-dentist

This is not my best writing but oh well, had no time to reread I'm to busy today to not post now. Also it's Obsessedduo just like fyi...

Cell was wandering across the planet heaving. when was the last time he had had water? probably not in at least 2 earth days? but it was hard to tell. he was smart but he was no good at physics and he was pretty sure time passed differently out here. So 2 earth days for him. Who knows how long for the rest of the universe or even this planet time had passed. He was pretty sure the planet spun at a speed that one side always faced its star. He hadn't even seen the Sun move.

Maybe hoping onto a random supply transport ship was not his best idea. All he had was a metal knife too. no laser knifes. just a regular ass metal knife. that was fine though. he preferred a metal one anyway. he liked the blood. But it was dangerous being out, alone, with nothing but a metal knife, on a planet he didn't recognize. No food. No water. and the last time he saw anyone was the supervisor of that supply stop he got out at who he also killed and ate already… he'd manage something eventually.

Cell Needed to get up. He had tried to keep going. he still was but his body was shut down. He was so hot… that god damn star… god damn planetary rotation. He hears a hover car speeding closer and prays its not a police cruiser.

When he wakes up he's in the back of a van. there's blood on the walls. not his it seems. he is also drenched.

“oh you woke up.” someone proclaims before pushing a water bottle to his mouth, he nearly cokes and forcessses himself to sit up pushing the guy away.

“what the fuck man! you trying to drown me?” Cell manages horsely.

The guy is smiling. he has on eyeliner, and is in all black, including a hoodie on top. what a creep…. in this heat? sure this car was better then outside but it was still miserable. “sorry got excited. didn't think id find anyone out here. let alone someone alive.” he handed over the water before turning to an open med Kit.

Cell sipped. it was fine. average water. The guy was humming and cell reached into his pocket for the knife. he found nothing.

“Im Roier by the way.” the guy, Roier, hummed “would you happen to know anything about disposing of bodies?” he asked placing a sticker on him, it started to change colors… it was probably checking for dfifficiancies in vitamins. it wasn't looking good either.

“why do you need to know?” Cell asked skeptically.

“I have a dead body I need to dispose of.” he gestured to a bag in the corner by the seats. “you're in prison clothes. thought it was worth a shot. and I can make it two corpses if I need to.”

Cell looks over the guy and sees his knife on the far side of him. So he plays along.

“Oh yea okay. I know a few methods? How old.” Cellbit inquired

“I've had the body for like 2 days?”

Okay gross can't eat it then… that's fine he knew of other methods.

“Yea I got a couple. That'll still work then. And this planet is spaced out enough on this side… i actually think I know the perfect spot.”

After 6 hours according to the car’s clock they made it back to the transport station. No ine knew had come to replace the corpse’s shift lucky for them.

Cell helped carry the body to a pit he found while here originally and covered it up. For some reason Roier wanted the bag back so Cell could see the guy they were burring for a bit. He was dressed really nice, his hair was falling out of a jell style. He was fancy.

“Who was this guy anyway? Your Boss?” Cell asked unable to help his curiosity

“My Husband actually. He was bad at it.” Roier said all light leaving his expression.

Cell frowned. He itched. He hated seeing him like that. He wasn't sure why he cared though. It was dumb.

Cell was determined tho. After the guy was as covered as they were going to get he sucked in pulling both mucus and spit from his throat and mouth before spitting right on the grave.

He looked to Roier who had cracked a smile before copping. Roier looked back to Cell and they both just laughed.

After they calmed down Roier commented “you probably need some fresh clothes. You literally look like you just left Jail.”

To Cell’s credit. It had been years. He just couldn't change his clothes. “What are you getting at?”

“Let me take you to the dark side of the planet. I'll get you set up then do what you want” Roier shrugged looking over him carefully.

Cell returned the consideration. He supposed this couldn't go to bad. They didn't seem to have an interest in killing him. He may as well. “Alright. Sounds good to me.”

[pe0ple3ater]

I promised something like this a while ago. This isn't entirely that first idea, I kind of tamed it down into Cellbit just fantasizing because he can't sleep, but yknow.

This is what happens when you give the cannibalistic catboy a pretty strong spider hybrid who could definitely throw him around like a doll if he felt like it. :) I might have scuffed the spider anatomy a little bit so I'm sorry for that.

~

Cellbit couldn't sleep. It was a common problem, but this wasn't the common circumstances.

He laid quietly next to his beloved, just admiring him in the dark of the castle bedroom. The light from the stars outside illuminated him so beautifully, like a terrifying angel or haunting spectre, but he knew the man snoring beside him was no such thing.

No. Roier was something more dangerous.

Cellbit had always had a fear of spiders, he doesn't really remember where it started but he usually excused it as having bad run ins with the little spiders that had infested the solitary cells back in Alcatraz. Nasty buggers...always left bites on him.

Roier was a spider, in a way. A hybrid, but a spider.

Would Roier ever leave bites on him?

Cellbit has thought about it before, more times than he likes to admit. Imagining those beautiful glinting fangs sinking into the flesh of his neck, leaving streaks of those beautiful beads of ruby liquid seeping down, unless Roier licked it up, consuming that little bit of Cellbit as he left his mark in his skin.

Spiders did have a habit of eating their mates, didn't they?

Would Roier ever try to eat him?

The idea scared Cellbit as much as it drew him in. Letting out little wails while watching Roier worship Cellbit by making him a part of himself, the way Cellbit had done in the past, the way Cellbit has had horribly beautiful dreams of doing to Roier.

Maybe this time it wouldn't be so wrong to share?

There was something wrong with him.

Cellbit knew there was.

Maybe Cellbit should be put down like the rabid animal he used to be.

Or maybe he needs to be sedated.

Roier had venom, didn't he? Spider venom, stored away in those terrifying mandibles that were tucked back in his mouth.

Would the venom work like a sedative?

Would Roier ever sedate him?

If he would, would he do anything to Cellbit while he couldn't stop him?

The idea was strange. Cellbit knew he wouldn't, Roier wasn't that kind of man...

But the thought of it, being so still whether he wants to be or not, a perfect pliant toy for his husband...

Cellbit's cheeks felt hot with a shameful shade of red in the dim light of the stars outside, that same light glinting off Roier's perfect fangs as the spider snored, dreaming of who knows what.

God...there really was something wrong with Cellbit.

- 📱

Hey. HEY. This is so fucking good. I want another 7k words of it please and thank you.

Cellbit would fantasize about Roier's fangs in his throat constantly, snapping between Roier ripping into him and Roier just biting to sedate him. Cellbit has felt Roier's venom before, likes the way it makes him all tingly and relaxed.

Cellbit would absolutely need the venom to relax him if they leaned into the spider thing, he's terrified of them, but it'd just make everything better. Being scared but unable to get away? Hot. Cellbit craves that feeling, the feeling of control being taken away from him in a safe(ish) way. He's probably let Roier eat him, would get off on it too because he's a freak. They really are soulmates, Roier would feel the exact same way about Cellbit.

I think having sex and eating each other would fix the both of them, physically taking in parts of each other. It's the first way Cellbit ever learned what love was, and it's rooted deep in Roier's instincts. It's perfect, they would fuck and then rip each other apart all while staring lovingly into each others eyes. Sometimes I wish they were normal.

Anyway, thank you this was amazing.

[factorialsotherfandoms]

(Note before I start this one - while most of the everything is the same, this ficlet contains an AU backstory for Missa in which he wasn't always half-skeleton [whatever that means] and the act of becoming one causes both body horror symptoms of rotting and decaying and disintegrating flesh, which in turn causes fluctuating chronic pain. He understands the cause of this to be a curse laid upon his hometown for the accidental desecration of an old temple. The truth... If I play more in this au, maybe someday I'll reveal it.

(Mostly this is just I've been in horrific pain recently thanks to my own disabilities and the weather, so I wrote Missa being a very brave wet cat about it and getting a cuddle and some forehead kisses from Philza. Enjoy?)

Morning comes in a familiar shade of agony. Last time the rot had been this bad, Missa had been living with Roier. Now, however, he is married - governmentally enforced, platonically, for the sake of Chayanne - and he likes to think he and Philza are close. But... They are perhaps not as close as Missa would like them to be, and Philza - brave, strong Philza - seeing Missa destroyed by pain would surely lead to... Missa is not quite sure, but is sure it would be bad.

Certainly, if he had known it was going to be this bad, he would never have stayed the night.

But... If he can just get up, then he can make an excuse, and if he can make an excuse he can hobble back to Roier's house, and if he can get there he can collapse on the kitchen floor in a sobbing heap as his flesh disintegrates at a faster than usual rate and the pain consumes his consciousness.

Unfortunately, any form of getting up is proving impossible. Breakfast must be nearly ready, for there is a knock at their shared bedroom door, and Philza sticks his head around the door.

"Missa? You up yet?"

Missa tries to answer, he really does, but all that he can force from his lips is a desperate, quiet whimper.

Philza, beloved Philza, must hear it regardless; Missa's husband is quickly there, eyes searching as he stands at the foot of the bed.

"Missa?" He asks, more gently this time. "Is everything okay?"

Before Missa can even attempt formulating an answer, little Chayanne pokes his head around the side of the door. He waves a little sign of "good morning papa Missa!" over his head, and a plate of scrambled eggs in the other.

It is just morbid enough that Missa gives a small laugh, quickly turning into pained chokes as the movement shunts his chest.

Philza's face falls, and Chayanne begins to move in a panicked motion.

"Chayanne?" Philza says. "Can you get Tallulah and go see your tio Bad? Don't worry about your papa; I'll take care of him."

Even through the pained haze, Missa can see his little warrior's hesitance. Still, with a little encouragement - and Philza letting him help type the message to Bad that the children would be coming over - sweet little Chayanne settles enough to leave.

Once he does, Philza scoots onto the bed, sitting at Missa's side.

"I'm sorry," he says. "Can I get you anything?"

"I, ah," Missa takes a shape breath, pain rippling with speech and English even harder than usual. "Water?"

"Painkillers?" He asks.

Missa shakes his head; nothing will take the edge from this sort of pain, and he does not want to risk throwing up alongside the rest.

"Alright," Philza looks worried, but scoots back again. "Speak Spanish if its easier; I'll work it out."

Missa is not sure he can speak at all, but has no way to express that as his husband slips out again.

It is too hot and too cold and his very bones are on fire; in a slight haze of forgetfulness, he unties his mask, setting it aside in favour of the illusion of breath.

The motion exausts him; he falls back onto the pillows, landing hard.

The position is hurting his neck; Missa cannot quite find the energy to move.

---

Philza comes back a minute or two later, bucket of water and a drinking glass both in hand. At the door, however, he freezes a moment, before sprinting over to Missa's side.

"Missa?" He calls. "Missa? Fuck, that's - fuck you need milk and potions Missa, not just water. When did you get hit? We need - here I should have some in my backpack. Why didn't you say? We could have-"

Missa does not quite understand the panicked rambling, especially not in English, but he does comprehend the outstretched hand. It hovers as though afraid to touch him - afraid to hurt him - right beside his cheek.

He knows the touch will destroy him; break his heart, increase the pain, speed up the dissolving of his soft tissues. In the moment, however, he does not care - how long has it been since Missa knew such a gentle touch on his skin, let someone touch him without layers upon layers of enchanted protection between himself and them? His soul craves the contact, and Philza is there, panicked but offering, and Missa-

Missa is very, very weak.

In more ways than one.

With another whine he leans over, pressing his cheek to the outstretched hand. Almost immediately the thumb rubs gentle circles across his cheek bone, Philza taking a breath as he shifts from the panicked rambling to gentle cooing sounds.

Missa knows the second that Philza notices the dust shedding under the contact, that Missa's skin crumbles under even that gentle contact.

He tries to pull away, face horrified, but Missa chases the hand.

Catches it with one of his own, skeletal as they are.

Philza looks at the hand as though seeing it for the first time. Something must click, because he stops trying to pull away.

They stay like that for a few moments, Missa stealing what strength he can as he pants and whimpers from the pain.

It is only then that Missa remembers he took off his mask, and realises just what he looks like. There are patches of exposed muscle, some of visible bone, and some where skin mottled in grey and black whereever it has been exposed to the air. Last time he looked there had still been some healthy skin on his face, but it has been a long time since then.

"Your hands," Philza finally asks. "What did they- but they've been like this since we met?"

"/Curse/," Missa manages to stutter out. "/Not… Not from a wither, just withering. Rotting. Today is… bad./"

Philza takes a moment to translate, frowning at this information he didn't know. Still he swings himself to sit closer, reaching and taking Missa's other hand too.

It's a shame, Missa thinks, that his hands feel nothing any more.

"And there's no way to break it?"

Even the gods have failed to do that - Missa knows that Death has tried.

He shakes his head and watches as Philza hesitates, ready for a broken heart. It is not what he recieves, however; instead Philza drops one hand, only to cup his cheek once again.

Despite the curse, despite the dust, despite the crumbling, Philza keeps his hand there. It is so gentle, so kind, nothing at all what Missa deserves. He the action and the tenderness both… what can Missa do but sob?

"Am I hurting you?" Philza asks, as gentle as he can be even as he pulls the hand away.

Missa nods, then realises and shakes his head - yes, yes it hurts, but next to the agony of the day? He would take the comfort for a little more pain. Take what he never has to soothe what is always there.

The other hand slips of Missa's grasp, and he spends a moment terrified - until he sees Philza's now free hand reaching for the asked for water.

"Sit up or a straw?" He asks.

Missa wants to sit up, to drink under his own power, but he knows well how this goes. On days as bad as these, where the curse and his body fight so hard… he gives in, as he always does, and shakily raises two fingers.

"Alright king," Philza pulls his other hand away for a moment, grabbing a straw from a pocket, popping it in the glass, and positioning both that Missa can drink without moving. "I've got you."

The very idea of that brings tears to Missa's eyes again, the streaking trails taking a think layer of flesh with them as they go.

One of Philza's hands moves from the glass to Missa's hair, gently running over it.

"Shhh," he whispers. "We've got this. You're good, you're so good, just a little more then back to sleep?"

A little more? He hasn't had any of the water at all. Missa sobs a little at Philza's touch, before turning his head to drink. Swallowing sends spasms down his throat and tears into his eyes, but still he somehow finishes the glass.

When he finally finds the strength to open his eyes again, he finds Philza close. Holding tight to his hands. A panicked look in his eyes.

Ah. Never good.

Missa attempts to ask him what is wrong, to get up and help; all he manages is a whine and his husband gently pressing on his shoulder, nudging him back to the bed.

Oh, good, his shoulder is not yet dissolving too.

"Missa," Philza's voice is serious, stern almost. "Do you swear to me that you know what this is? And that you don't need a doctor?"

The question would be exhausting in Spanish; in English it takes Missa a long enough to work out that Philza is reaching for his communicator.

Somehow, Missa manages to slap his hand, drawing back attention, and nod.

Philza does not reply, but he pauses. After a moment he gives a huff through his nose - weirdly like a pig for a man made of a crow - before erasing whatever he had been typing, and putting the communicator away.

"Do you need anything else?" he asks instead.

Missa does not care; he shuts his eyes and turns his face back into the pillow, hoping for oblivion.

It earns him a small laugh. He does not expect any more but, after a moment, he feels the bed shift. An arm snakes under him, another over, and he is gently pulled into a warm chest.

And, as he slips into sleep, he feels the press of lips to the top of his head.

---

Wakefulness comes again blurry, tucked protectively under giant wings and held in a warm embrace. Fingers are gently pressed into his neck, and that is his first reminder of what is wrong.

"Philza?" he asks, sleep peeling off him.

"You feeling any better?" Philza sounds tired, but still fond; a hand runs over Missa's hair.

Missa hums agreement, begrudgingly pushing himself up, "time?"

"A bit before dawn," Philza answers. "You can go back to sleep."

His stomach makes its objection to that known; Philza laughs, even as he passes him some avacado toast and his mask.

Missa runs a hand over his face in an attempt to wake up, before taking the mask first. Only once it is securely on his face and he is certain the enchantments are soaking back into his flesh does he risk the food.

Philza, to his credit, manages to stay sitting on the bed. "Bad got Chayanne's tasks done, and Tallulah finished a few days ago. We can take it easy today, if you need it?"

"I'm okay," Missa promises. "It's, ah, calmed down now. I will do whatever you want."

Two of Philza's fingers tuck Missa's hair behind his ear, "I want to make sure you are okay."

The sincerity is a little much - faced with the choice between blushing or blushing and squealing, Missa settles on faceplanting into Philza's chest; objectively more embarassing, but nobody can see him there. It only helps so much when Philza gives a confused chuckle, but gently holds him anyway.

"… Can I ask what the fuck that was… Is? Or is that rude?"

"It's rude," Missa just about manages to mumble. "But, you can ask."

Philza still takes another moment to do it - just as Missa is beginning to wonder if he was supposed to answer, he speaks again. "What is that?"

"I'm not sure," Missa replies, trying to sound a little brighter. "My uncle broke into a ruined temple by mistake, and the curse was developing on him by nightfall. By the weekend everyone else was dead."

"Shit," Philza hugs him a little tighter, as though that would keep him together not make it progress faster. "How long-?"

"Err," Missa really isn't sure. "Ten or fifteen years ago?"

Another kiss is placed atop Missa's head. If it were not for the subject matter, Missa might be delighted by it. "Do you… know how you're alive? Not that I want you dead! Just… God-curses don't usually leave survivors…?"

Missa does, sort of, but he isn't quite sure how to phrase it. Rather than reply directly he wriggles one skeletal hand at his husband.

"Spanish?" Philza offers, one hand leaving Missa to grab the translator off the desk.

Missa nods, but gives him a moment to get it set up. He is not inclined to move, but it should be fine enough. "/Life laid the curse, but Death still had use for me./"

It takes Philza a bit of squinting, and grabbing an actual dictionary, to parse, but he gets there much faster than he did when they first met.

"Lady Death is looking out for you?" he asks

Missa unclenches one hand from Philza's shirt, wriggling the bones of his hand at him, "/how else would these work/?"

"Alright," contrary to most people, Philza relaxes at that confirmation. "Still fucking sucks. How about just a chill day about the wall, then? Chayanne's a bit worried after yesterday, so maybe he'll want to cook. We could walk down to the end of the wall and have a picnic?"

"/I'm fine,/" Missa says, even as he adjusts to press his face into Philza's shoulder. "/But, a picnic sounds good./"

"Alright. A picnic it is. If I turn off my tracker, maybe we'll even get to finish it in peace."

[becauseplot]

ok so i couldn't watch ordem paranormal quarentena live yesterday but im rotating it in my head at supersonic speeds. here have the reactions and notes i was taking while watching the VODs. i figured i'd just make it all one post since i'm super late to the party and i didn't rly feel like "lag"-blogging. (i am. so tired rn lmao)

Quackity will find a way to play the “asshole” character in every universe.

Luis: “My name is Luis Miguel….Kennedy :))” Cellbit, breaking character, pinching the bridge of his nose: “…Did you put ‘Kennedy’ in your name and you didn’t tell me?” (Honestly one of my favorite parts of the whole session HIS FACE)

Lucie IMMEDIATELY starting beef with the ten year old (good for her)

Wait did that doctor try to do a Schrödinger's cat demonstration with the cardboard box and poisoned tuna??? Aw that would've been so cool. I mean not for the cat but for me, personally. I would've found it cool. Man :(

Jeffery pulling a second box of pizza out of the aether to put over the smoke grenade. Loony toons ass motherfuckers.

Jeffery panic throwing the keys at Luis (Honestly same dude)

WALLACE!!

Holy FUCK the reveal of the blood covered corridor?? THE WAY CELLBIT INTRODUCED THE MONSTER?? Genuinely had me tensing up hooooo it was so good!! (Cellbit: “You can’t explain why…but you don’t want to look at what’s coming around the corner.” Me, with a hand over the screen: “Oh bestie you have no idea 😀”)

THE CHASE SEQUENCE RASHASHSHSRAAHAHHH <-me shaking it around in my mouth like a chew toy

Also all the sounds Cellbit makes? The acting of showing how the infecteds' bodies move?? He's so into it AUGHH he's such a good storyteller I'm going nuts.

Luis: “OMA CULERO BOOOOM!” *fucking decks the monster* (THIS PART HAD ME ROLLING OH MY GOD ROIER)

Baghera’s playstyle!! She always tries to go for the non obvious answer or a third option instead of whatever Cellbit throws at them. (Checking the metal pannel with the wires, trying to put out the boiler fire, going to check Luis’ wounds.) I bet it has something to do with the fact that she’s played rpg before, and MAN I love it.

Cellbit: “You reach behind you and you realize you don’t have your backpack.” Diego: “No, no, mi vida!!… Ohhh we’re all gonna die 0(-(“

Cellbit: “So Jeffery what’re you doing?” Jeffery: “Houghhhggh I’m throwin up, man.”

Benito isn’t an actual doctor?? The fuck lmao???

Benito: *cuts off Michael’s arm* “Ohhhhh you fucking dumbass I’m gonna keep this as a memory.” BENITO???????

Jeffery constantly throwing things at the wall when he’s upset fhdjkdkd 

Lucie climbing the FUCKING walls. YEAHH!! GET ON TOP OF THAT COMPUTER GO GO GO!!

Ohhhhhhh the killing the animal who's suffering question. Luis with the gun. And the suffering doctor.. And he said he'd end the animal's suffering. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Update: Benito also has beef with the same ten year old

They are playing hot potato with an infected fetus. They threw it at the little girl. Loony toons ass motherfuckers. (Again.)

These dumbasses are SO awful with kids lmao

Lucie the MVP LETSGO she's so smart I love her (a fucking twenty NINE dude holy SHIT she is carrying she is the moment she has the only functioning braincell in this entire facility)

RAHFDHGGAGHSARHGAH CHASE SEQUENCE PART TWO!!!

Character development ! Benito is willing to throw his phone :D (he doesn't though)

Luis I love you but I think you killed Lucie. A for effort though.

NEVERMIND Diego is the best he's helping Lucie I love him smmm

JEFFERY NOOOO YOU CANT DIE NOOOOOOOO

YEAHHHHH DIEGO LETSGOOOO

MICHAEL????????? MICHAEL WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SAYING RIGHT NOW?????????????

WHAT THE FUCK THEYRE GOIGN RTO BRAZILTHEYRHGOIENG TO BRASIXIZNGL WHATHHTHAHHHHTAWHAT

Wait what the fuck happened to Amy is she just like. Still sitting there. In the energy room. Crying. Oh my god they're so bad with kids.

[atthebell]

hi bell o/ I have a question hi what are your favorite little traits / headcanons you like to see in roier and cellbit fanart I'm quite curious...

hmmmm i like when people draw them like the ccs i talk about this with a lot of characters (i think you avoid issues like whitewashing/making people too skinny etc.) but also bc they're both hot so like. why not.

in terms of like hybrid/creature stuff i love catbit obviously and i like when people do spider stuff with roier, especially when they give him fangs bc well biting. & i like when people draw cellbit with facial hair and his big sleepy eyes and i like when people draw roier smiling bc he's got such a pretty smile and a nice jawline so he looks great when he's smiling. also roier with a fat ass >>>>>>>>

i also like stylized art though and a lot of my favorite roier art especially is super stylized or even made to look a lot like the cubito itself, so i don't really have a style preference, i just adore art of both of them so much and i love seeing stuff that makes me go like OH that's him that's the guy!!!! which usually is like someone nailing cellbit's hair or roier's eyebrows or like. idk sometimes it's little details like that and other times it's really nailing the feeling of a scene (pppuri is absolutely brilliant at this), or how expressive everything is-- the way vynlets draws cellbit and roier makes me CRAZY her art is so so expressive and the lines and colors always make me want to jump in the air genuinely

anyway ummmm that's a lot of text and i got distracted ten times while writing this tl;dr i like when they look like the ccs, i like hybrid stuff and cellbit's big huge droopy eyes and roier's jaw and his ass and ummmmm yeah

OHHH i also love when people give cellbit the scars from the chainsaw incident, especially not just on his arms but on his abdomen. and when they don't draw him either skinny or super beefy.