#ahhh thank you so much for the ask katie!!!

[renegadeontherunn]

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Hi bestie :)))

hi katie!!!! thank you so much for the ask :')))

from these cottagecore asks

chicken: what is a comfort movie/show for you?

omg so many! for movies: i love the clone wars movie, and literally any barbie movie! i have them all on dvd + they just make me so nostaglic + happy. it's that thing of like "coming soon -- fall 2006" like i can't wait for fall 2006 akljsdlkas :) also legally blonde + clueless are CLASSICS that i love. comfort shows would obviously be the clone wars! but also i like early 2000s shows that are again nostaglic for me + that i've just seen a hundred times. so things like psych and the first like 6 seasons of doctor who, and also dimension 20 (which i'm watching right now hehe!)

bunny: what's a song that you really like?

ooh i'm in like a chill indie pop/rock music vibe right now for spring + summer so a song i just recently found that i really like is "fuzzybrain" by dayglow! and also the album landmark by hippo campus is SO good + summer-y ugh i love it.

[inuyashaluver]

Hey, would you write for Leila Ouahabi, where Spanish reader plays for arsenal and is really close with Katie due to being 2 years younger than her so Katie took the reader under her wing when she joined from Barca and Leila accidentally harshly tackled reader and katie is really protective over reader and this fuels some sort of jealousy in Leila.

You don’t have to. Also I Love your writing amor x

jealous girl - leila ouahabi

leila ouahabi x reader

description: in which you see your girlfriend jealous, a rare occurrence in your relationship

warnings: slight angst if you squint, mentions of jealousy, injury, swearing and suggestiveness, a little long, spanish in bold italics

a/n: ahhh thank you for the love and support lovely, please enjoy!!!! don’t know how i feel about this but we persevere!

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you and your girlfriend, leila, were next door neighbours in spain when you were just kids. you would peer at each other over the fence, both of you would be practising football drills and wanted to play together but you were both too shy. you finally met when she “accidentally” kicked a ball over to your side, the girl climbing over the fence to retrieve it.

“hi” she breathes out, one of her legs hiked over the fence as you stared up at her with wide eyes, holding her ball. “hi” you smile, she finally drops herself onto the grass in your backyard. you shyly hand her the ball in your hands and she smiles at you appreciatively. “do you want to play together?” she suggests with a smile, “yes!” you exclaim a little too enthusiastically, the girl just giggles at you, throwing the ball on the ground and kicking it to you.

ever since then, you were inseparable. you and leila played at all the same clubs, eventually moved in together, pined over each other for years until she asked you out when you were 20 and leila was 24. it was easy to say that you knew each other like the back of your hand. you both had so much trust, love and respect for each other, feeling so comforted and secure in your relationship, until it wasn’t.

when you and leila played for barcelona, you both felt it was time for a change, your managers were looking at transfer openings and landed you both one in arsenal and manchester city.

you were each others biggest supporters, it was a no brainer that you could do long distance, sure you’d never really been apart but you could visit each other often, you both trusted each other and knew it would be okay, the girls in both of your teams helping you settle in nicely.

katie mccabe, in particular, took you under her wing, claiming that you reminded her a lot of her younger sisters. it’s notoriously known that katie is a defender, and a good one at that, whether it was on or off the pitch, she would defend you with her entire being. leila was grateful that katie was there for you, acting as your protector while she was in manchester, though her heart would slightly crack that it wasn’t her.

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it was the last game of the season, manchester city vs arsenal. whenever you and leila had to play against each other, it made you extremely nervous. you were a winger, leila was a defender, she would be marking you and that was scary for not only you, but your girlfriend as well. you knew how the other played, you could barely get a goal when your girlfriend synchronised all her moves with you, it was nerve wracking.

you’d both met up before the match, engulfing each other in a tight embrace. as soon as you saw one another, bright expressions were prominent on your features, you’d seen each other a week before but it was too long for both of you.

“mi amor (my love)” leila coos, cradling your face in between her hands, moving your head around gently to take in your appearance.

“you got prettier, how did you get any more beautiful?” she tutts, gently shaking her head.

you giggle at her lovingly, wrapping your arms around her waist and littering numerous kisses on her cheeks. “you’re so gorgeous, bebé (baby), i missed you so much” she smiles so brightly at you, surging forward to press a sweet kiss to your lips, moving your mouth along with hers gently until she slightly moves away, “i missed you more” she whispers, the words hitting your lips as she spoke.

you grin when she kisses you immediately after, unable to hold your giggle when she slips a hand under your jersey to graze her nail on the skin of your waist. she grins when you lean into her, pecking your lips multiple times before she pulls away. “give it your all,'' she flickers her eyes between yours, she speaks so softly, you almost don’t hear her. “you as well” you kiss her cheek gently one more time before pushing her from you.

“you’re in my residence now, ouahabi, gunners only!” you wave your finger around, the emirates stadium walls full of arsenal memorabilia. you grin at her cheekily, she shakes her head at you and blows you a kiss before running off to her change room, you doing the same.

“with your little girlfriend, aye?” katie smirks when you walk in with slightly swollen lips and flushed cheeks. “shut it, katie” you mumble, giving her a playful punch when you sit down next to her in your cubby.

“all right, girls, let’s do this!” kim glances around the room, all of you cheer and make your way to the tunnel.

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you and leila were both starting, you couldn’t help but smirk at her when she walks up to high five you in the line just before the match, you were last and so was she, so when she got to you, she throws you a cheeky wink and interlaces your fingers quickly, giving your hands a quick squeeze before walking off.

after a quick team huddle, you walk towards your girlfriend, she was marking you on the pitch. when you walk up to her, both of you have identical smirks gracing your features, all of it friendly competition.

when you finally take your place in front of her, you feel her hands seeking refuge on your hips, the girl giving you a light squeeze before placing a hand on the small of your back when the whistle signals the beginning of the match.

the game was going well, leila was keeping you hot on your toes. you knew your movements all too well, completely synchronised with your footwork and your tactics, after all, she’s been playing with you for over 10 years.

when she clears the ball from you for the fifth time, you can’t help but let out a groan of frustration, the girl behind you giggling and running her hands all over your sides, mockingly, leaning to whisper in your ear. “nice try, lindura (cutie)”, you shake her off you and try and get the ball back.

arsenal was in the lead and it was a relief, you were always on the ball but leila just had you running in circles, your teammates were equally frustrated. half time gets called and you grab leila’s hand, dragging her into the tunnel to get out of the public eye. everyone and their mother knew that you were dating, being long time partners in crime, you just didn’t want them to see you scolding your lovely girlfriend.

“leila” you start, letting go of her hand and pacing in front of her. she cringes when you use her first name, she was definitely in trouble. “you need to stop distracting me and take me seriously!” you groan, pointing at her accusingly but all you were met with was a shit eating grin from your girlfriend. “leila!” you exclaim, looking at her expectantly for a response.

“amorcito (little love), i am taking you seriously but i haven’t seen you in so long and you’re killing me in these shorts” she puts a finger in the waistband, pulling it back slightly to let it snap back on your skin, you both flush a little in the cheeks. “nope, not gonna work, we’re not girlfriends right now, i’m your opponent” she nods begrudgingly, moving forward to kiss your lips quickly.

your eyes widen and you look at her in disbelief. “so you go around kissing your opponents? you have a girlfriend!” you gasp, she can’t help but smirk, moving to whisper in your ear again, “if they look like you, maybe i’ll consider” you give her a light shove, going to your change room and shaking your head as you hear leila’s bright laugh following you.

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the game continues, it was currently 2-1 and everyone was getting frustrated, especially manchester city, their play style was getting slightly rough and reckless, including your girlfriend. leila finally let you have a chance to the ball, you pass to kim, and she does a small play with victoria before making eye contact with you to press forward.

you instantly move up, running the long distance when you see alessia open and ready with an opportunity, when you receive the ball, you send it to her, and, as it leaves your foot, you get clipped at the ankle. a searing pain causes you to instantly fall to the ground, lying there hunched up in a ball. you hear the roar of the crowd, alessia had gotten the goal from your assist.

when you open your eyes, your team was celebrating, until you hear shouting from next to you. your girlfriend and katie were getting into it during the goal celebration. as it turns out, leila had clipped your ankle, completely by accident, and just when she was about to pick you up and apologise, katie bounded over to her, giving her a harsh shove to get her away from you.

“what the fuck was that, ouahabi?” katie exclaims, giving your girlfriend a shove on her chest. leila’s eyes widen in confusion, “what are you talking about?”

leila scowls, giving katie a way less aggressive shove, “you know what the fuck i’m talking about, that’s your girlfriend and you fucking hurt her like that?” katie’s pissed, her eyebrows furrow in anger, “katie, please” katie and leila whip their head towards you, you were fine.

they both let out relieved sighs, katie giving you a quick kiss on your head before sending leila a warning glare before walking off, she knew leila meant no harm, but seeing you hurt just pissed her off on another level. leila moves towards you, guilt ridden in her features as she hesitantly grabs your hands. you give her a reassuring squeeze, looking into her eyes to assure her that you were okay.

“bebé (baby), it’s football, i asked you to play seriously and you did” leila frowns at your response, “yeah, never again, that was awful, i’m so sorry, mi amor (my love)” you give her a quick kiss to her cheek,

“it’s okay, i promise” she nods at your response, you quickly go over to alessia and give her a quick hug, the girl lifting you up quickly before placing you on the ground. “you’re too good” the blonde exclaims, giving you a playful grin as she passes you your water.

everyone was having a quick water break after your injury time, getting right back to the game. arsenal wins, 3-2 and a good game for the most part. you went around to exchange greetings with the manchester city team, saving leila for last. just before you’re about to go to her, you see katie approach leila, giving her a clap on the back with a quick exchange of an apology. you couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief.

leila beckons you over, you run up to the two girls, katie slinging an arm over your shoulder. you couldn’t miss the way leila’s smile slightly dropped, she wanted to hold you like that but katie beat her to it. after a quick conversation, katie gives you a quick kiss on the top of your head before running off to find caitlin.

leila watches as she leaves and you grin at her cheekily. “what?” leila scowls, her eyebrows slightly furrowing. “you seem a little jealous, ouahabi” leila scoffs at you, crossing her arms over her chest. “as if” you grin at her, poking her crossed arms with your finger.

“oh, you so are, look at you all grumpy” you move your hand to pinch her cheek and she swats your hand away, “no i’m not! i’ll meet you at the car” she quickly moves from you, roughly taking out her shin pads as she walks, tightly clenching them in her hands, you lightly giggle as she walks away, she’s jealous, something you’ve rarely seen in her.

due to it being a home game for you, it only made sense for leila to stay over, and since it was the last game of the season, she was staying with you for a bit. you wait for her by your car, smiling when she approaches, your girlfriend slightly sulking when she arrives. you let out a little smirk but it washes away when your girlfriend glares at you, opening the driver’s side door, indicating she was driving.

you watch as she harshly grips the steering wheel as she drove, her knuckles turning slightly white, her veins popping through the skin of her forearm.

“muñeca (doll), what’s wrong?” you say cautiously, placing a gentle hand on the middle of your girlfriend’s thigh. her breath hitched at your action but her scowl stays strong amongst her features.

she doesn’t talk to you the entire ride, light music playing in the background while you both sat in silence. when she arrived at your house, she wordlessly grabs both of your bags and heads inside, leaving you utterly confused.

she changes into a pair of your shorts and a shirt and goes to sit on your couch, turning on your tv and watching mindless television as she sulks while viewing it. you can’t help but pace around her, utterly terrified of how you were going to approach the situation.

you hesitantly move to stand in front of the tv, looking down at the girl expectantly but she just glances at you before redirecting her head around your figure to continue watching the program.

you huff out in frustration, moving to straddle her lap and settle your weight on her to keep her there. she looks into your eyes with an unreadable expression. you cradle her face in between her hands, “bebé, katie is just a friend” you trail your eyes all over her face, leaning in to give her a sweet kiss on her right cheek.

she slightly clenches her jaw. she knew katie was just a friend, there was just something about how she wasn’t the one comforting you in that moment. she gives you no reaction, her eyes boring into yours as you smile softly at her. you give her another kiss this time on her left cheek. still no reaction. you give her a kiss on her forehead and her nose, giggling when it lightly scrunches up at your contact.

she fights a smile and it goes unmissed by you, placing a sweet kiss on her lips, grinning when she immediately gives in and kisses you back. only, she wasn’t returning your sweet gesture, instead, she kissed you with all her pent up frustration. she grips the back of your head, lightly grazing her teeth on your bottom lip before giving it a gentle bite, causing you to open your mouth slightly, the girl immediately slipping her tongue into your mouth.

it was a clash of tongues and teeth, the girl kissing you with all her emotions, you show her all the love you have for her. when she pulls away, she just looks at you. pink cheeked and swollen lips with dilated pupils, she knew you were hers and hers only.

“mi tigre (my tiger) is jealous, hm?” you grin mockingly, she can’t help but roll her eyes full of amusement.

“maybe a little” she shrugs, letting out a little giggle when you lean in to press a trail of kisses up her neck and across her jaw.

“tu tigre (your tiger) can make it up to you?” leila smirks suggestively, you slightly move your hips on top of her thighs so she knows you feel the same.

you lightly trace the bridge of her nose with the pad of your finger, running it gently over the top of her lips, letting out a little yelp when she bites it playfully. “hm, okay” you smirk, leaning in for another kiss, leila flipping you over so your back was pressed into the couch.

let’s just say, both of you are grateful for katie riling up your girlfriend.

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[allastoredeer]

Hello, I just read the new chapter of "Damage Control" and it was a really fun read! I usually don't comment on the fics I read because my English isn't good, but as someone who's just starting to explore what the radioapple dynamic has to offer, I found this fic to be a god-send and it feels wrong to just not congratulate you.

Your characterization of all the characters in Hazbin Hotel and the world building for your radioapple series is so heckin' amazing I have no words for it. You show so much understanding of the hellaverse that even the smallest details, like that news segment with Katie Killjoy in the first episode, feel so on point. To me, it doesn't feel much different between reading your fics and watching any episode of the show.

I also wanted to ask if you were planning on involving the Sins at some point in the story. It can be fun to see the Sins gathered together to discuss why the short king, the same one who has been crying for his wife for seven long years, is suddenly involved with one of the Pride Ring's most dangerous Overlords. I can clearly hear Asmodeus say something like: “If I had a nickel for every time a royal gets involved with a sinner/hellborn (cofcofstolascofcof), I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.”

I really hope you never stop writing. You have become my favorite writer in this fandom. I hope you have a great day :D

HELLO!!! AHHH thank you so much (;´༎ຶД༎ຶ`) Reading this sdjfnslfnljfn I can't tell you how much it warmed my heart. It watered my crops. Cleared my skin. Paid off my debts.

Seriously, when I got this is it just - it means a lot to hear. I'm so happy you're enjoying my fics! I'm overjoyed you like the characterization, and I'm so, so happy to have received this. It really does mean the whole world to me (to a lot of writers) to get feedback like this, so thank you <3

I don't know if I'll include any of the Sin's in my radioapple series, but I do have a handful of ideas and scenarios I want to draw/write out involving the Sin's, Lucifer, and them meeting Lucifer's new boyfriend/partner, Alastor ^.^ I love thinking about them all coming together--maybe Lucifer hosts some big, grand, once-in-a-millennia event in the Pride ring, and all the Sin's and Royal Hell families are invited to attend--and they all meet Alastor there. Ozzie and Queen Bee can introduce their partners too, and it'd just be so much fun.

I also need Ozzie to visit the porn studios, because of course, and absolutely murdering Valentino for how he treats/abuses his sex-workers.

This whole ask just...made everything better. Thank you very much. I definitely intend to keep writing, it's such a fun hobby and I derive a lot of enjoyment from it (hopefully one day I'll publish a book 🤞) .

Also, you're English is very good! Very clear and easy to read!

[singsweetmelodies]

hi katie 💕💕💕💕 can i ask 15, 22 and 35 from the otp asks? 😽✨

hiii darling!! 💕💕 :D yes, of COURSE you can, mwah. thank you so much for asking!! 😘

15. Do they always say 'i love you' before leaving?

awwwh, okay, so, time to dig into the emotions a little bit - i think that they might not do it every time, but there are certain times when they always do it. example: when they part ways after a drivers parade on the sunday morning, i think they'd make it a little pre-race tradition to whisper "je t'aime" to each other. because they've both lost too much to racing, and i don't think either of them could bear the thought of "i lost him and today is the one day i didn't tell him i loved him." so, they don't make that an option - not when it comes to racing; not ever.

when it's just in their day-to-day lives, though? i think that they sometimes do, sometimes don't - for no particular reason, really, just that they're humans, and incredibly busy ones, at that. sometimes, humans just forget things in everyday life. maybe one of them would have to leave at a very odd time for a flight, or rush out to some PR event, or something, and just not say it that specific time. and neither of them minds that much, really, because they both get it. the times they do say "i love you" before leaving is when they're going to be apart for a longer stretch of time, or when either of them is feeling particularly romantic. just, you know. domestic things ❤️

22. What reminds each of their partner?

ahhh, omg, i freaking LOVE this one!! and i am just thinking of literally so many answers now, omfg. i'm going to try and keep this short-ish (the operative word there being try, of course xD 🙈) so the first thing that popped into my mind was, quite simply, the colour red. charles has been with ferrari for so long and he wears the red so well that i think every time pierre sees something that even vaguely resembles the rossa corso red -- he'd think of charles. immediately. also, of course, any ferraris he might happen to pass on the road. and!! oh my gosh!! for both of them - any squid plushies/stuffed toys, or even just freaking calamari in a restaurant. for charles specifically, anything that's like a very CLICHÉ french thing would probably make him laugh, and take a picture, and send to pierre (which counts as making him think of pierre/reminding him of pierre, right?)

so... yeah 😅 i don't think i quite succeeded in keeping that one short, but, well. they just have such a rich relationship and such a long history that i think almost ANYTHING could remind them of each other. even something as small as walking past a shop and seeing each other's preferred brand of toothpaste/favourite treat on a menu/something that could work as a birthday gift... you get the idea. anything and everything ❤️

35. Who's more artistic?

oooohhh, this is such an interesting one! i feel like the easy answer would be "they're both a bit shit, ngl" but that's not quite true. as that one grill the grid challenge last year proved, they're both actually surprisingly more artistic than i thought. like, no, they're not going to be the next vincent van goghs anytime soon, not either of them. but they're not completely terrible. charles even did a reasonably acceptable portrait of carlos recently in that one challenge? 🤔 it's not GREAT, no, but hey, it's definitely better than what i could've done, so.

that still doesn't answer the question, though, so let me do that now: i don't think either of them is definitively better, really. knowing them, they would probably find a way to make it a competition though -- why is my mind thinking something along the lines of them arguing affectionately over who actually did a better design in that grill the grid challenge, and that devolving into who's a better artist, and that devolving into them taking freaking art classes just to prove a point... and then, of course, they both just end up getting a lot better, and actually really enjoying the art. (it would of course endlessly frustrate them that there's still no clear winner. they both just keep getting better and better, at all the different mediums 😂😭) so, yeah. they're dumb, but they're dumb and surprisingly artistic, is my answer xD <333

(obligatory otp asks)

[val-of-the-north]

Hey! BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you’re supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you’re beautiful inside and out. 💞💕

Hey Val! I can’t believe we didn’t talk much until recently even though I somehow felt like we were through Katy?? XD

Anyway, as I always suspected, you are a lovely person, very smart, and a great lore-buddy to have around!! Keep being absolutely based 🥂

Ahhh!!! All this positivity from you guys is making me blush! Thank you so much for sending this to me ahahah. Yeah honestly, we should have started talking sooner, but I must admit I'm rather shy when it comes to that. Glad we did though, you are a very eloquent and thoughtful person! Very lovely to boot, but it goes without saying!

I also really like your takes and headcanons if I have to be honest lmao. Keep up the great work, we need more of this stuff in the fandom. May your Bloody Crow/Cainhurst propaganda work to sway the Bloodborne's community into a based direction, I mean it!

[k-from-that-one-fic]

season one headcanons!!

growing up, james’s dad only ever would play rock and metal music and james actually really likes it as well as pop

carlos thinks that being attracted to all genders is the default

camille has autism and that’s why she’s able to connect so well to her roles

logan uses he/they pronouns and also has autism

kendall learned how to sew after ripping his hockey uniform

gustavo is in the closet and that’s why he struggles with writing real, emotional love songs

Ahhh I love these!! Thank you!

• As a rock and metal fan myself, I feel like James has recognized some of the useful vocal techniques it employs, as well as learning to avoid the more harmful methods. I mean come on, the way he sang "life will never be the same" and his parts in The City Is Ours were so not just pop! (Also, his dad's disdain for pop and boybands is what caused him to flub during the audition for Gustavo, because he's not used to seeing such an unimpressed/negative response to his singing, to him, except from his rock & roll father. He's pretty much the only person James gets anything like stage fright around.)

• 100% (Carlos would definitely say "If you're, hot, you're hot!" if someone asked about his sexuality, and probably be confused when they ask if that means he likes guys, too. Like, were they not listening?)

• I've never thought about this, but it actually makes a lot of sense! (This is probably a bit rambly, but-) She puts so much into her method acting, like setting up the rigging for her "flying witch" bit, like she knows she needs to put everything she's got into the roles, even if she doesn't get the parts. (And maybe that's why she doesn't get some of them - because they can't handle her being her given character all the time. She's kind of ✨extra✨ and the people holding the auditions can see that, and not the somewhat-chill girl underneath it.) I don't even know if that's connected to this, but her dedication is pretty impressive, other than the slapping people.

• I can't explain how happy the pronouns one made me, it just feels so right. He totally is autistic, of course! Seeing "Logan uses he/they pronouns" really made me smile, though. 🥰 I've already adopted using them in my head. lol

• I don't have much to say about this one but yes. (I wonder if he tried to keep it a secret from Katie so he wouldn't have to make clothes for her toys, or if he learned how to make some as a surprise for her.)

• I can also kind of see Gustavo being on the aromantic spectrum, actually - still closeted - and not knowing it, so he just kind of, uses what others do and say as inspiration, and follows the hereronormative expectation of "boys sing about girls". He didn't exactly get to socialize with others his age and discover anything but what was expected of him when he was a kid, after all.

These headcanons are great! Thank you so much for submitting them! 💛 (And I'm sorry it took me so long to post them. "orz)

(P.S.: Any heart emoji from me is always platonic, and the yellow heart (💛) is sort of my signature emoji, along with the hugging emoji (🫂).)

[a-reader-and-a-writer]

Hi Vee! 🥰 I would love the director's commentary on Eternally Yours! 💖

Ahhh! Thank you, Katy! You know how excited I am about this series so thank you for asking about it!

So for Eternally Yours, I was trying to think of an idea for a Halloween fic that also fit in with one of the Whumptober prompts. There had been a lot of talk of werewolves, zombies, and vampires around that time and I had always wanted to do a vampire fic, so I thought why not? And Rick in Jotenheim was just a natural fit since we are always trying to come up with different ways he could have survived. I wanted it to be a little different, so I decided to go with the idea that he was already a vampire when he was stabbed and that Reader was the one who was a vampire longer and changed him.

For Reader, I just started writing and as I went, I realized I wanted her to be pretty old. So I tried to change how she spoke and carried herself in a manner that felt as if she had been around for centuries while also adapting with the times when necessary. Once I found her voice, it helped me shape more of her backstory and I aged her even further. It makes for a good contrast with Rick who is still relatively new to the whole vampire thing and views the living and time very differently than she does, and that's something I plan on addressing more in future parts as well. She is so different from the usual characters I write and it is so much fun!

Ideas I have for the future include how Reader met Rick and they fell in love, how/why reader turned him, more information about vampires in this universe, Rick dealing with having to leave his old identity behind and start a new life after Jotenheim, meeting other vampires both good and evil, and of course, some good old whump and hurt/comfort thrown in there too 😆 And I am always open to exploring other ideas/scenarios with these two because I have really fallen in love with them individually and as a couple.

Fanfic Writers: Director’s Cut

[fyodcrs]

Hi Katie!! I hope you're doing well!! :D💖 For the ask game I'd like to ask if you have any comfort anime/movie!!

Also omg it's so cool that you have a puppy and a snake!! I'd love to see them someday hehe 💕^^

Hi, Kris!!! I'm good, hope you've been well, too!!! Thank you so much for sending one!

I'd definitely say Star Wars: A New Hope is my comfort movie. As for anime, I'd say Akatsuki no Yona is my current comfort series, and of course BSD Wan. ♡♡ Dragon Ball Super can probably be added to that list, too.

Ahhh I'll have to pick out a good picture of the puppy, or maybe a short video! I don't have any pictures of my snake, but he's a bubblegum snow corn snake, or an albino corn. :D

[newtonsheffield]

How about a spicy Sunday in the middle of the week? 👉👈 I miss the GG kathony 😈💜

Ahhh Go on then. Let's hoe around mid week

Let's explore how Anthony and Kate came to be in possession of a certain video of themselves

"I don't even like porn anymore. It's tragic." Anthony had lamented as Kate packed her bag, headed for Kent in the morning while Anthony stayed put in their flat in Cambridge, not able to get off work.

Kate hummed a little sarcastically, "Poor Anthony, sad wanks for two weeks. And it's very sweet of you to lie but I'm fine if you watch it, I get that it doesn't mean anything."

He huffed, "I used to watch it before we were together, but now it just... I don't know, you always look better. I just close my eyes and pretend it's you."

She rolled her eyes though her stomach clenched, and something deep inside her burned a little possessively, "I shouldn't find that sweet."

He grinned at her, stepping close to her, "But you do right?"

"You've kind of ruined me."

Anthony scoffed, "You're the one that asks me to fuck you in the bathroom of a train once, Princess, If anyone's done some ruining here it's you."

A smug little thrill shot through her again, and for the life of her she'd never know what made her say it. "So you're saying you only want to look at me?" Anthony nodded, his hands resting on her hips, looking down at her like a starving prisoner. "And sadly, this'll be off limits to me for two weeks."

"What if I let you film us?"

Anthony's mouth dropped open, stepping back, his hand ruffling his hair as he let out a low hiss, "Are you serious?"

Kate nodded, shrugging, "I trust that you aren't going to do anything with it." He opened his mouth to argue. "I know what you're going to do with it, thanks, I mean you're not going to show anyone or anything."

He shook his head, "I'd never."

"Great. So tonight, you can fuck me for prosperity." She patted his chest lightly, stepping round Anthony, as he let out a low whine, and tried to carry on with her packing as though she wasn't already thinking about getting herself off in her childhood bedroom watching Anthony's arms flex.

Anthony being Anthony had spent the rest of the afternoon rigging something up so that his phone was suspended above their headboard, their entire bed in a bird's eyes view, and Kate had thought that it would feel awkward at first but it hadn't. The second his lips had caught hers, she'd forgotten all about it, consumed by him as he walked her back, gently, until her knees hit the mattress and his familiar weight lay between her hips. His hand already tugging at her clothes, a low whine as her lingerie was revealed to him, red lace tight against her skin a whine building in the back of his throat, just as heat pooled in her stomach, aching to be as close as possible to him, desperately tugging his clothes down his body, until his skin was warm under her hands, his hair slipping through her fingers as he nipped his way down her body, teeth leaving marks on the inside of her thighs, drawing a gasp from her chest.

"So fucking beautiful, always." Her groaned, his tongue lathing at her through her underwear, making her whine desperately against him, rocking her hips upwards. And before she knew it, her underwear was gone, no barrier between him and her, his mouth on against her, his tongue relentless, his eyes pinning her in place, hands tilting her hips and it was too overwhelming, far too much, far too fast

Fuck Anthony!

She fell apart so quickly shuddering against him, desperately clutching him in place as she fell.

The look in Anthony's eyes was predatory as she crawled back up her body,

Taste yourself, Katie, see how good you are for me.

It was a growl really, as their lips met, a dark look in his eyes, as his tongue slid possessively against hers, his hips grinding against hers punishingly slow, his arms snaking around her. Anthony rolled them over in a forceful motion that stole the breath for her chest, what little of it there was left, his eyes burning into hers, his smile a little cocky as he slid one arm behind his head.

let's go for a ride, Princess.

His hand guiding her hips against him, forcing her to keep the same agonisingly slow pace, a steady grind that had her absolutely desperate against him, begging him to go faster desperate, needy little noises echoing off the walls, but he refused to move any faster, his brow furrowed desperately, slipping a hand to rest on her neck, holding tightly just the way she always wanted him. Tension filling the room, his chest hot and hard underneath her hands as she tried to keep her legs from shaking, Anthony's voice like rough velvet, a firm command as he pushed her higher and higher, heat building steading until he said

" Daddy wants you to cum now, Katie."

Her mouth dropped open in a wordless scream, her legs squeezing him tightly her entire body shaking as everything seemed to tilt. And this time Anthony didn't give her any time to recover. Anthony was behind her before she'd even noticed he'd slid out from under her, his body covering hers, knees pressed tightly against the headboard, his hands covering hers holding her in place. And from the very first snap of his hips sge was lost.

What had been agonisingly slow before was punishingly fast now, her knees hitting the headboard rhythmically as Anthony pounded against her, all the air sucked from the room as she fought for breath again and again and again, her legs still shaking from minutes before her body railing against her in the most perfect way, desperate for something she couldn't reach, her shoulders heaving, Anthony warm and hard behind her, consuming her whole, his voice a rough growl in her ear.

Fuck you're so perfect. Kate... Fuck Baby, that's so good... Ugh Kate!

Her own voice raw mingling with his I can't Daddy... it's too much... it's too much... don't stop, please. I can't...

Anthony made a nearly feral noise, one hand slipping between them. One more time. Now. For Daddy.

And everything went white, a raw scream ripping through Kate's throat, Anthony's own shout and warmth covered her back, Anthony collapsing on top of her seconds later, clutching her desperately to his chest, as they fought for breath.

"Do you think that's good enough for you to get off to?"

Anthony sharp bark of laughter made her heart flutter, a boyish grin spreading over his face, "I'm worried I might injure myself honestly, might break my dick."

And really, Kate wasn't embarrassed by it, until she was sitting with Edwina the next night, her sister watching something on her phone and she said,

"Anthony's sent you a video and says Forgot to send this to you this morning, I'm about to get started for the night." And Kate's never moved so quickly to slap her phone from someone's hand before.

[stolen-pen-name23]

Yay Prompts! :D Congratulations again Katie! It was really hard to choose between them, but I decided on 12. “It reminded me of you.” for Obi-Wan and Anakin during the early years of their Padawan & Master time. (maybe with Obi-Wan bringing something back from a mission?) Thank you! <3

Ahhh thank you for the prompt! I love it! // from these prompts

So this is the spiritual sequel to this ficlet, but you don't need to read it to understand it. Here ya go!

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It is the middle of the night on Coruscant and Obi-Wan is wide awake.

For once, he is not being kept awake by his own thoughts or anxieties. This time around, Obi-Wan is awake because his ship has just landed in the temple hangar after returning from Alderaan where the time is currently mid-day. Obi-Wan’s body believes it is time to go get a mid-day meal, but he resists the urge. He knows he needs to get adjusted to Coruscant time sooner rather than later — especially with a rambunctious padawan on his hands.

Obi-Wan smiles at the thought of seeing Anakin. They’ve been apart for two weeks now, and while Anakin has gotten more used to Obi-Wan going on solo missions every now and then, he still didn’t like it. Whenever Obi-Wan returned from his missions alone, Anakin tended to act even clingier than normal for a few days. Not that Obi-Wan minded too much.

He missed Anakin too.

He hopes Anakin isn’t too angry with him. Obi-Wan was supposed to be back at the temple in the afternoon, but he had slept through his alarms on Alderaan — his body exhausted from two weeks of travel and negotiations and pretending like he enjoyed the company of the politicians around him. Still, he can’t help but feel a little bad about his tardiness.

A spring bounds itself to Obi-Wan’s steps and he rolls his eyes at his own energy. Of course the one time he’s well-rested, he’s adjusted to the wrong time zone. A group of nocturnal Jedi conversing together in the hallway stare at him as he passes them by. He offers them a wave and ignores their questioning stares.

Despite his unexpected energy, he is relieved when he gets to his apartment. While Obi-Wan loves to travel beyond the smog-saturated atmosphere of Coruscant, he is always most content within the walls of the temple.

Quietly, he waves open the front door and takes soft steps through the foyer. With a flick of his wrist, a lamp switches on, bathing the entire living room in a warm glow and revealing golden hair peeking out of a bundle of blankets.

“Anakin?” Obi-Wan questions in surprise. “What are you doing on the couch? It’s the middle of the night. Why aren’t you sleeping in your own room?”

Anakin blinks at him tiredly. The childish part of Obi-Wan that still remains can’t help but feel some sort of smug satisfaction at being the one to wake up Anakin for once. Normally, Anakin is the one hell-bent on keeping Obi-Wan awake. But the feeling does not last when he gets a closer look at his padawan. Flushed cheeks, unfocused gaze, sweat-soaked hair. Obi-Wan kneels down next to Anakin.

“Hey,” Obi-Wan says gently. “Are you feeling okay?”

Anakin shakes his head no.

Obi-Wan grimaces. “You should be resting in your room. What are you doing out here?”

“Waiting for you. You’re late.”

Guilt swells in Obi-Wan’s chest. He rests his hand on Anakin’s forehead and winces at the heat.

“That’s a pretty bad fever,” Obi-Wan murmurs more to himself than to Anakin. He moves his hand down to cup Anakin’s cheek and the boy leans into the touch. “I thought Master Plo was supposed to be checking on you twice a day?”

“He was. He came by this morning. I felt fine this morning.”

“And not this afternoon?”

“You were supposed to be here this afternoon,” Anakin states, blinking big puppy dog eyes up at him. The sticky feeling of guilt intensifies.

“Why didn’t you call for Master Plo? He would have come back and helped you.”

“I thought you were coming.”

“I know,” Obi-Wan sighs. “And I’m really sorry. But I’m here now okay? I can take care of you now.”

Anakin nods. “Okay.”

Obi-Wan gets up and starts rooting around the kitchen. “I should make you some soup. When was the last time you ate? I bet you haven’t eaten today. Oh Force we have nothing here. Okay, okay let me go find you something, and then we can—”

“Master,” Anakin says, cutting him off from his ramblings. “You’re doing that thing again.”

“What thing?”

“The thing where you start thinking out loud.”

“Oh,” Obi-Wan says sheepishly. “Well, have you eaten?”

“I ate this morning.”

“That was a long time ago,” Obi-Wan says. “I think.”

“Don’t care. Not hungry. Don’t feel good.”

“You might feel better with something in your stomach,” Obi-Wan suggests.

“Don’t think so. And isn’t it the middle of the night? No one eats in the middle of the night. It’s not a meal time.”

“Time is made up.”

“What?”

Obi-Wan shakes his head. Maybe now is not the best time to bring up his existential musings. “Nothing. Sorry. I’m still on Alderaan time. It’s throwing me off.”

Anakin narrows his eyes at him and shakes his head. “I don’t want any soup,” he declares.

Obi-Wan sighs. “Fine. But I’m making ginger tea and you will drink it.”

“Ugh,” Anakin grimaces. “I don’t like it.”

“I don’t care.”

Obi-Wan begins making the tea, his hands going through the motions on their own accord while his thoughts linger on Anakin. He was only a few hours late. Still. Guilt continues to coil around him like a snake. Obi-Wan can feel Anakin’s distress still clinging to his Force presence. He was probably scared and he was definitely disappointed. Obi-Wan frowns at the thought.

The high-pitched whistle from the kettle makes him shake those thoughts away. He brews the tea and returns to the couch to find Anakin half-asleep and shivering.

“Oh, Anakin,” Obi-Wan murmurs. “Let’s get you to your actual bed. It will be warmer there.”

Anakin nods but makes no move to get up.

“Come on, Padawan,” Obi-Wan says, setting the tea down on the side table. He pulls the blankets off of Anakin and he shivers even more.

Obi-Wan guides Anakin to his bedroom and he slides into bed. Obi-Wan starts to pull the blankets up over him, but the Anakin pulls them away on his own. “I can do it,” he says sharply.

“Oh, can you now?” Obi-Wan says with a raised eyebrow.

Anakin huffs in reply, already tangling himself up in the sheets.

“Are you still mad at me?” Obi-Wan asks.

Anakin gives a petulant nod and it takes everything in Obi-Wan to smother his laughter.

“That’s too bad. I got you something while I was gone.”

Anakin perks up slightly. “You got me something?”

“Mhmm,” Obi-Wan hums. “But since you’re so mad at me, I know you probably won’t want to accept any gifts from me, so I’ll just hold onto it.”

“Wait,” Anakin says, sitting up. “I’m not that mad.”

“Oh really?” Obi-Wan teases. “You can forgive me for all my transgressions?”

“Some of them,” Anakin says tentatively.

“I guess that will have to do for now, huh?” Obi-Wan says as he digs through his robe.

Anakin nods his assent and watches Obi-Wan with bright eyes.

“Do you remember a few weeks ago when you brought home that loth cat?”

Anakin perks up even more. “Did you get me a loth cat?”

Obi-Wan cringes. He probably shouldn’t have led with that. “Kind of,” he says.

Obi-Wan presents the stuffed loth cat he picked up on Alderaan to Anakin and the boy’s eyes light up.

“Thank you, Master!” Anakin says, giddy with excitement at the prospect of being given a gift. He probably hasn’t received too many gifts in his life, Obi-Wan thinks a little sadly.

“You’re most welcome, Anakin.”

“Why did you get this for me?” he asks, his eyes not leaving the stuffed animal.

“I don’t know,” Obi-Wan falters. “I saw it and it reminded me of you.”

Anakin pulls his eyes away from the loth cat to give Obi-Wan a disbelieving look. “Really?”

“Really.”

At that, Anakin jumps forward and throws his arms around Obi-Wan’s neck. Obi-Wan smiles at the reaction, but worry creeps back in when he can feel the heat still emanating from Anakin’s body.

“I’m glad you like it,” Obi-Wan says. “But I think this is enough excitement for one night. You need to get some sleep if you want that fever to go down.”

“I’m not tired.”

Obi-Wan sees the lie for what it is, but he indulges him anyway.

“Well then, why don’t you lay down, and maybe you’ll start to feel tired?”

“I don’t think I will, Master,” Anakin says, even as he starts to settle back into bed. He lets Obi-Wan pull the blankets over him this time. The stuffed loth cat is held tightly in his arms.

“Wait here then. I’ll go get you your tea.”

Anakin groans. “I don’t want it.”

“It will make you fall asleep,” Obi-Wan insists. He ignores Anakin’s protests as he ducks out of the room and finds his way back to the living room where he left the tea.

“Anakin,” Obi-Wan groans to himself as he notices for the first time all the droid parts littering the floor and the coffee table. He takes a moment to straighten everything out before grabbing the mug of tea and heading back to Anakin’s room.

“Now, I know you don’t like it, but I promise it will—” Obi-Wan cuts himself off when his eyes land on the form of his Padawan. His breaths have evened out and his eyes are closed. The blankets are pulled up to his shoulders and the stuffed loth cat is nestled under his chin.

Obi-Wan stands in the doorway, smiling softly and sipping on lukewarm tea.

[katytheinspiredworkaholic]

ok katy i finally got caught up on dog days so ive come to yell in ur inbox about because it's so amazing and heartbreaking and wonderful-

like the way spencer is completely resigned to letting derek be in love with savanah because he knows no matter how he feels savanah will treat derek right. and that in and of itself justnshows how much spencer is absolutely in love with him. and savanah is so well written, i love her in the show and the little snippets that we get of her make me so happy.

also i freaking love clooney, he reminds me much my big fluffy dog. him being ablento sense spencer's sadness is so>>>

ALSO i love penelope in this story, the platonic gareid is very real here and it kinda breaks my heart in the way they share that same pain.

as always i wish u the best with everything, and i'm eagerly (but patiently) waiting fornthe next chapter.

ahhh hello sweetheart! Oh, I'm so glad you've loved binge-reading the first half of the fic!

I know it's been a few weeks since I've updated, and I apologize to you (and everyone else waiting ever so patiently) for the next chapter! It's already half written and I'm picking at it day by day I promise. I just got caught up in another fic for the HotchReid Valentine's Day Trope Challenge, but I will get Chapter 06 up soon!

I'm so happy you're enjoying it 🥰💕 this is definitely the one fic I've been most nervous about, trying to learn the Moreid dynamic and get into the heads of characters I haven't written in depth before. Like Savannah! I really do like Savannah, and she is kind of going to be the MVP of this story, but I always loved how sweet and inclusive she is with Spencer in the show. She knows Reid is Morgan's best friend and so important to him, and she always goes out of her way to make him feel comfortable and welcomed and I adore that about her. (Especially in comparison to some other characters on the show who do NOT do that.) So I wanted to really try hard and stay true to her character in this as well.

Oh, platonic Garceid is one of my favorite things in the world. They are so fun. If anyone is going to be looking out for Spencer, it's Penelope. And she knows Morgan so well, it's been fun playing both sides of that where she has such a good relationship with both of them in different ways. These two idiots need to get it together xD and everyone knows it but them.

I grew up with big dogs too! They are wonderful, gentle giants and I'm glad everyone is enjoying this version of Clooney. 😊💕 I have some wonderful scenes with Spencer and Clooney coming up that will be just as heartbreakingly wonderful, I can't wait to share it with you!

Thank you so so much for reading everything and then jumping into my ask box to tell me all the things 🥰💕 there is nothing else I love in this world than hearing thoughts on my stories. I'm ecstatic you've enjoyed it, and there will be more on the way soon! All the love to you, my dear 💕💕

[percabethfangirl]

Also!!! What are your favorite ships and why? (Could be any ship outside of the riordanverse too, you just tell me what you love :))

Okay well aside from Percabeth (duh) here are some:

-Tratie (Katie gardener x Travis Stoll) I think they’re an underrated ship. It’s so cute, but it’s not really touched on in canon, but like, it’s so cute 

-Carter and Zia from Kane Chronicles (ahhh idk their ship name sorry) but I just think they’re really cute and I love both of them so much 

-Fierrochase (Magnus chase x Alex fierro) SO. CUTE. I love them so much, and Magnus is a dork. I actually love most of the ships from mcga 

-Bucky x Sarah Wilson (fatws,, yes I know, completely different fandom lol) ok but Bucky flirting with Sarah is A+++ content imo 

-Will Treaty x Alyss Mainwaring (Range’s Apprentice) These two were the absolute best, I love both of them so much and I wish more people read Ranger’s Apprentice  because that’s like, my other comfort series besides pjo and it deserves so much love 

Aaaand that’s all I can think of off the top of my head (I can think of others I like but I really loves these ones)

Thank you so much for the ask anon!! 😘😘

[cordonian-literature]

The Aftermath - Ch. 34

Happy Birthday, Ella

Summary: It’s Eleanor’s 18th birthday

Word Count: ~2.6k

A/N: big time jump! 

A/N 2: ahhh this is the last chapter!! the one before this was sort of a conclusion but in this one is more like... the aftermath of the aftermath, haha. anyway, this was more than difficult to get out, firstly because i absolutely suck at conclusions so if this is terrible, sorry :( and secondly because this is my first fic and i really can’t believe it’s finished! am i crying? maybe... anywayyy, thank you all so much for reading!! i hope you’ve enjoyed this series as much as i’ve enjoyed writing it!! <3

Warnings: mention of character death

*All characters belong to Pixelberry, except those that are unique to my story (I’ve also used some characters and fictional instances from Donna Tartt’s book, “The Goldfinch”)*

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- Eleanor - 

I sit at the empty desk across from my bed. There is nothing in front of me, but I stare at my neat piles of notebooks and novels: some that Daddyo had recommended to me, others that I had borrowed from his library.

My bedroom door is open. From the hall, I hear the tapping of Roger’s paws and the light thuds of Fabian’s footsteps. The noise of their arrival lightly raises me from my seat and my tired thoughts. I walk out of my room and go after them.

Roger runs away from Fabian with something in his mouth. My little brother giggles as he runs after our dog, struggling to keep up with him. The dog weaves through crowds of servants, making its way towards the front of the palace.

Fabian sighs, frustrated. I put my hand on his shoulder and urge him to continue on with me.

Once we reach the front doors, we see that Roger has stopped running and is having his belly rubbed by Aunt Rowan, while her oldest son, Rowell, races towards my brother.

Rowell and Fabian run off quickly, already in the midst of a game. Lord Maxwell gives me a side hug, holding his and Aunt Rowan’s youngest son to his side.

I hug Aunt Rowan, then give the little babe a kiss on his chubby cheek. I lead them towards the sitting room, where Mama drinks tea with Duchess Hana and Duchess Olivia.

After the adults are all seated, they usher me out of the room. I giggle, saying that there’s nothing they have to hide from me, but I know what they’re planning and agree to leave.

Outside the sitting room, I decide to go look for Gabe and Daddyo, hoping that their meeting with the dignitary was over. I check my watch and see that they should have been done about a half-hour ago, but I know my brother had probably gone on overtime.

He had started taking his duties more seriously as of late, and I know it’s because of the talk Daddyo had with us at Applewood. He had insisted that I come along into town with them and receive the same speech, even though I said I was fine with staying behind.

Gabriel and I had laughed when Daddyo told us that he was the heir and I was the spare. The silly phrase wasn’t the only thing that sent us into a fit of laughter, but it was also a bit of disbelief. My brother and I weren’t naive; we knew what the people of the court had to say about me being a member of the royal family. Daddyo never failed to remind us that their opinions didn’t matter and that I was his daughter no matter what anyone said, but of course, people kept talking.

Sometimes I wanted to argue with him and say that keeping my last name as Blaise — while Gabe’s had been changed to Rys years ago — would keep me from being fully considered his daughter, even though he had officially adopted me when he married my mother.

But I knew such arguments were ones that broke his heart. The smallest change in my behavior made him fear that I no longer considered him my father, which was heartwarming, in a sense, but also depressing. (When I was about twelve, I had thought calling him “Daddyo” was too childish, so like Gabe I called him “Dad.” One morning he pulled me to the side and with the saddest eyes asked me if I was upset with him, or if he had done something to anger me. I laughed it off but went back to calling him “Daddyo” immediately. Though I cringed every time I said it, it was better than upsetting the only man who had ever felt like a true father to me).

And so most of my daily thoughts were now consumed by the anger I had for my biological father — everything he did to my family, and to the nation and people I had come to love — but I was slowly coming to terms with it. Even though I was ashamed of him, I was accepting the fact that he could no longer dictate my life or the lives of those I love.

These past few months marked ten years after the bombing. When my father had died, and Gabe and I had been in the hospital waiting for Mama to get better, I had been childishly angry at him. My last clear memory with my biological father had been reminding him to take pictures of the new exhibit at The Met so I could get a glimpse of what he and my mother would see. He was never able to show me those photos. That is, if he even took any.

But that was a different kind of frustration. One that, if my little brother Fabian expressed, I would sadly laugh at and explain to him the seriousness of the situation.

Theodore’s actions had controlled all of us, even Daddyo, Uncle Drake, Lord Maxwell, and Duchess Hana.

But now we are all in control of our lives again. Uncle Drake and Duchess Olivia had done honorable work with the King’s Guard. Lord Maxwell and Aunt Rowan had married a few months after my parents did, and a year later Duke Rashad married Hana — around the time Fabian was born. Daddyo eventually mended his relationship with Uncle Leo, and every few months his family would come to visit us.

Any person who was a threat, such as Boris — his betrayal was one that broke my childish heart, but not a day passed where I missed him— and Uncle Drake’s ex-fiancée, Jessica, were spending the rest of their lives behind bars.

It had taken our parents a while to tell us everything, and when they finally did, it took even longer for us to come to terms with it all. But Daddyo and Mama never pushed us away when we needed to talk to them.

As I walk up the stairs to Daddyo’s office, I take deep breaths, allowing the concerns to flow out of me. Before I knock on the door, my mind is clear.

I smile to myself as I reach for the handle, memories of our obstacles so far behind us that I feel foolish worrying about them at all.

Inside, Daddyo, Gabe, Fabian, and Rowell are crowded around something on the desk. Everyone turns to face me.

“Is it time for the party?” Rowell asks.

“Shush!” Fabian elbows his friend while Gabe and Daddyo laugh.

Once the boys are done scolding each other, Daddyo asks, “What do you think about eating out for lunch?”

“Same restaurant?” Fabian questions.

“Unless you wish to go someplace else?” 

I shake my head, then link my arm through his. “No, I like that place.”

As we walk out the doors of the palace, we spot Uncle Leo, Aunt Katie, Hunter, and Heather with bags in their hands. Once they see us, they lightly toss those bags back into their limo, and they join us in our car to go eat lunch.

We had eaten in this restaurant on my eighth birthday, which had been only a week after Mama and Daddyo had come back from their honeymoon. My family came here often, and Uncle Leo liked joining us.

We enter the restaurant and see that the place is empty. The menus are put in front of us, and we order without looking at it. Fabian and Rowell talk between themselves, and Heather tells me about their flight, while Uncle Leo asks Gabe how he’s feeling. 

Gabe shakes his head, an amused look on his face. “You know, I thought this would all be overwhelming. I was scared that the pressure would bring the anxiety back, but it didn’t.” 

Uncle Leo pats my brother’s back. “Now tell me about that girl you mentioned in that course you took.” 

Gabe’s face goes red, and he gives a little laugh. Aunt Katie raises her eyebrows, while Daddyo urges him to talk. 

My brother leans back in his seat, the amusement increasing. “I’m think I’m gonna draft a letter to her.”

“Oh?” Aunt Katie takes a sip of her drink.

“I’m planning on asking her to join the next Social Season. That reminds me.” He cuts off and looks towards our father.

But before he can say anything, Uncle Leo goes, “Gabe, go to your dad when you want to know what not to do. Take my advice instead—”

Hunter interrupts him: “You say that like your advice doesn’t backfire on the regular.” 

“Poor soul is speaking from experience,” Heather whispers to me. Daddyo overhears her, and laughs with us. 

We leave as soon as we finish our meal, not considering dessert. The ride back to the palace is filled with smooth conversations and laughs. As the limo stops in front of the entrance, everyone tells me to exit the vehicle first. 

Tentatively, I crawl out the car and make my way up the stairs. Servants open the doors for me, and the entire room is flooded with balloons, decorations, and sweets. 

My mother kisses my cheek, then Daddyo and Gabe wrap me in a hug. Fabian runs off quickly with Rowell.

The rest of my parents’ friends continue giving me birthday wishes, until Fabian finally reemerges with an envelope in his hand. Everyone crowds around me as I open it and take out a thin, rectangular piece of paper. 

“It’s a bookmark!” Fabian cries as I examine it. I turn it over in my hands, feeling the soft edges against my skin. On the other side, there’s a drawing of six stick figures. Fabian puts his finger on the bookmark, and I bring it to his eye level. 

“That’s you with the books since you like reading,” he tells me. “That’s Daddy and Mom since they have the crowns, and Gabe is the one with the smaller crown, and that’s me and Roger, and that’s our home in the background.” I follow his finger as he points to his little drawings. “I know it’s not very good, but I didn’t know what else to get you!” He giggles as I further examine it. 

“No one knew what to get her,” Gabe comments. “Little Miss—” he takes on a high pitched voice— “Oh, you don’t have to get me anything! No, really, I don’t want anything!” 

The room of friends laugh and chuckle at the mocking voice. 

I go through everyone else’s gifts, which are mostly things that I can use, but don’t need and didn’t ask for; like Fabian said, everyone had wanted to get me something, but I was in need of nothing. I know that Uncle Maxwell was more than frustrated when I told him so, and he must have been even more upset when he couldn’t get any hints out of my parents either. His and Aunt Rowan’s present to me are new pointe shoes. 

Duchess Olivia had started giving me more self-defense lessons, so her gift to me is a stiletto knife, along with stiletto shoes.  

Duke Rashad and Duchess Hana give me a pearl necklace: when the Duchess had taught me how to paint, we had made portraits of each other and had illustrated pearls on our pictures. The portrait I had made of his wife was the Duke’s favorite.

Uncle Leo and Hunter give me new paint brushes and a steel paint easel. Heather hands me a cup with a picture of her and I on it — I had given her something similar for her birthday — and Aunt Katie gives me a cute bag.

Uncle Drake gifts me a new pair of skis: last winter and during the Social Season, we had raced down a slope and I had lost both times. “So you can practice a bit more next time we head to Lythikos,” he tells me with a pat on my back.  

Gabriel hands me a heavy box. My arms burn as I make my way towards a table and put it down. Inside are books that are on my to-read list, candies that we had tried and liked on our last family trip to Italy, a bracelet with charms, and gold earrings shaped like a crescent moon. “You didn’t give me any clues for what you wanted, so I just put all of them in there,” my brother says with a shrug. 

Mama and Daddyo’s gift is next. My father wraps me in a large hug, then holds me to his side as servants roll in a new Baroque piano — it was similar to the one I had seen in a museum the last time we visited Applewood. The old one was being wheeled out; I had played it daily in the last few years, both for the entertainment of my family and for important members of the nobility, and even though it was constantly cared for, the strings had started to become dusty. I knew we wouldn’t get rid of it; I was sure that Daddyo had plans to donate it, but again I felt that there was no need for a newer one. We could have just taken more care of the one we had. 

But I don’t complain. I could never complain for this group of people who love me so dearly. I accept hugs from everyone in the room, and then the cake is brought out. The frosting looks like a painting, and is sweetly smooth as we eat it, the icing staining the corners of our mouths. 

We sit and chat about nothing at all, simply enjoying the blissful companionship that came with family and beloved friends. I had told my parents that I didn’t want a big party, and this was exactly what I had in mind. The room is light and joyful: Uncle Maxwell tells jokes while Uncle Drake rolls his eyes, Mama throws her head back, Daddyo’s arm around her while he tries his best not to laugh, and Uncle Leo, Hunter, and Gabe wipe tears from their eyes. 

The rest of the party is spent like that. The irreplaceable friendships that had went from nothing, to everything, to nothing again, then beyond the meaning of intimacy that came with being understood. It fills the rooms of the palace as it has these last ten years. 

I think about the gifts I’ve been given today, wondering where I would put them in my room — except for the piano, which I will leave in the ballroom — and how I will use them. I smile when I remember Gabe’s joke about my refusing presents. 

I don’t think he understands that I didn’t wish for specific objects because I can’t remember the last time I longed for anything, and if I ever did, there was no request that Daddyo wouldn’t strive to fulfill. My life had never felt lonely or without purpose, and I think that means I’ve found happiness. Like everyone in this room.

Daddyo notices that I’ve zoned out a bit. From the corner of my eye I can see the gentle wrinkles on his face and the graying roots of his hair. He leans towards me and plants a kiss on my forehead. “Happy birthday, Ella dear. I love you.” 

I smile at him, then use my fork to steal a bit of icing off his cake. Fabian follows suit, and soon our dad’s cake has no frosting on it. 

The three of us laugh, and with a mouth full of sugar I say, “I love you, too, Daddyo.”

[dolliedarlin]

Firstly, Hi! How was seeing your family?

:O oh yay, I just didn’t want to over do it...me and my overthinking :’). Yesss the digital art of the bakusquad definitely looks like a fun day out, I really like the arcade idea! {UA Bakusquad art}

Haha glad you enjoyed the stickmen, I love simple things like that, it really doesn’t take much for me to laugh! Also it’s great to hear your day was good, even with the slight time setback!! :)) As for my day, it has been nice and simple so far :D, I worked out and binge watched the old Harry Potter movies! Hot take on Harry Potter, if any? {Stickmen!!!!}

Great job :)), I’m sure you’ll get all the way caught up and enjoy the holidays, like you said!!! Do you celebrate Christmas? If not, is there anything special you celebrate around that time frame? {school-work :)))}

Yes Dollie...mommy mina- :D {anon}

ohhhh gosh...I malfunction reading that anon asks...the one about “take a seat.” Dollieeeeeeee omg you should finish it, eeeeeeeeeeeee =O {nsfw anon}

Psttt...I listened to Smile by Katy Perry & Like you do by Joji and ahhh love it, very nice music taste!

:D Hope I responded to everything; as always have a wonderful night/day!!! (= ^ . ^=)

goodness i'm so sorry for taking such a long time to reply to this, dollface x

(ua bakusquad art) haha, you'll never overdo anything, dollface - sharing is caring, as they say. also, i don't always have the time or pleasure to go searching for pictures myself so it's nice seeing you dollies bring them to my attention, little sparks of inspiration always follows it

(stickmen) you and me are the same in that regard, it really doesn't take a lot to make me giggle :3 i'm glad your day went well, it sounds like a really good time! harry potter? its a great universe! i'd love to write a fantasy alternate universe like that for bnha, haikyuu and tokyo revengers but knowing me, i'll end up making a complicated, elaborate plot that's primarily slow burn >///<

(school work) i unfortunately still need to catch up but work is progressing and i definitely celebrate christmas as my family and i are catholic :3 wait, did you celebrate christmas?

(anon) goodness, i've already forgotten what this is referring too but imma just say...mommy mina is a vibe (─‿‿─)

(nsfw anon) haha! should i? i'm planning on writing some nsfw for the final part of the bakusquad 'the pa' series so i'm saving that part of my brain for then, okie?

(👍≖‿‿≖)👍 👍(≖‿‿≖👍)

aww~ i'm happy you enjoyed the songs, they're polar opposites but are a vibe when they fit the mood - and thank you~ if you have any music suggestions, feel free to tell me x

you also have a wonderful night/day, darling x

[guntapon]

💜💮🌷🌸✨This is the Amazing Person Award! Once you are given this award you are supposed to paste it in the ask of eight different people, who, in your opinion, deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen, but it is sweet to know someone thinks you’re amazing inside and out ✨🌸🌷💮💜 sending you lots of love katie!! ❤️

ahhh, thank you so much, aishi!! waking up to this made me so happy. 🥺 you're super duper amazing too, and i'm also sending you lots and lots of love!!! ❤️❤️❤️

[welcome-to-afterlife]

do you still write? if so please write something for ell🥺👉🏻👈🏻 maybe a confession or something just really fluffy, i want flustered ell

Hey, im gonna try something different here- a letter. I’m so sorry because I’m pretty sure this isn’t fluffy, but I can’t pull myself to write normally! I tried my best to keep it happy as possible, but the shutdown just makes everything 10x harder. **Note: ik the manager is from the Otherworld, but I’m writing this for the people that want to hear from Ell one last time (and u all live in the human world lol).

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Many Years Later: A Letter From Ell

Dear Manager,

Ahhh, I’m not sure what to say. There’s so much that I want to tell you, but I don’t think there’s enough space on this paper. Well, I’ll start with what I can-- we miss you. I’m not sure how long it's been in the human world, but several years have passed here in the 14th Department. Many of us have grown closer to achieving our goals, but no one has made it to the other side yet. To be honest, none of us are sure what to expect. Nyang Lead Manager won’t tell us whether we’ll be reincarnated or send back to our original life, but Housemaster Sei gave me a few hints (so I think we’ll be sent to our original lives)! 

Sometimes, I think about what I’m going to do after I fill up my kaleidoscope. It’s a little silly, but I think about the next we meet. Although Quincy says I’ll always be small and childish, I imagine myself as a strong and handsome angel that will sweep you off your feet. You’ll be so impressed and maybe your heart will flutter just as fast as mine did when you used to walk into my room. But that is your type, right Manager? I’m not too sure since I never got to ask you about it-- it’s one of the things I regret. Although everyone yells at me for hogging you during your time at the 14th Department, I always felt like it wasn’t enough. There were so many questions I didn’t ask, stories I didn’t hear, and words that I never said. But my biggest regret is that I never told you how I truly felt about you. 

Oh no, this is getting too sad isn’t it? I think so since I’m sneezing a lot (sorry if my writing looks messy, my eyes are watering from all the sneezing and it’s getting harder to see). Anyway, let’s go back to all the positive things because there a lot of them. First, I’m no longer that small boy that you remember. My hair is a little longer and I think I’ve actually grown an inch. I was super surprised because I didn’t think I would grow after I’m dead, but I guess I was wrong the whole time! Noah also says that I’ve matured and have grown more confident as the Class Leader. I don’t think that’s true, but I really appreciate his kind words! Also, the 14th Department has been doing a great job at purifying souls thanks to everything you’ve taught us! We aren’t the worst department anymore (that’s the 10th Department now) and people respect us a little more. 

As for the others, not a lot has changed. Nyang Lead Manager is still demanding, but we’ve learned a secret: give him a platter of assorted ancient fish and he’ll stop yelling at you! While it doesn’t always work, Mori claims it has a 98% success rate-- so I always buy his fish. Ghilley laughs at me because he thinks Mori is tricking me, but Licht has been helping me make these fish platters to keep the Nyang Lead Manager happy. Sometimes Jamie decorates our plates with cute little tangerine and strawberry slices. While the combination is a little weird, it looks like something from a fancy restaurant!

I think Housemaster Sei is a little stressed since he acts sort of like a manager now. He seems to pick on Louis and Cyrille for having the lowest purification rates, but it always ends with Ethan and Sian making fun of them (and then insulting each other). Then June jumps in the prove his manliness, which inspires Ataichi to challenge Kirr to a battle to see the better warrior. Kati ends up biting random people while Verine crawls under his table for protection. It doesn’t stop until Housemaster Sei threatens everyone with eternal punishment, but I enjoy the lively energy.

But things aren’t always smooth. Whenever we have problems, I always ask Youssef. He always tells me that I’m doing great on my own, but I think he’s just saying that because he’s nice. He’s so smart and I really appreciate his advice. But do you want to know the truth, Manager? I don’t admire him the way that I used to before. I think it’s because I miss you more and it's all I can think about when I go to him for help. I wish I could ask you instead, but I can’t. I miss all the times where you had the answers for me with a big smile on your face because it made me super happy too. It gave me hope that I could be the Class Leader that you always wanted me to be.

Sorry Manager, but I think I’m going to have to end it here. I’m running out of space on this paper and Nyang Lead Manager is only letting me use one paper. But I’d like to say one last thing: wherever you are, just know that I’ll be watching from afar. As your guardian angel, I promise I won’t let harm get in your way. So live the rest of year days with the brightest smile on your face because that will make me happy too. Lastly please wait for me, so that one day I tell you in person just how much I love you.

With lots of love,

Ell