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give-grian-rights · 3 years

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HERMITCRAFT 8 LIVEBLOGGING

fifteen hermits worth of liveblogging. i am losing my mind. LONG POST AHEAD.

JOE HILLS (First HC8 Video)

Mumbo did the speech. he forgot everything he was supposed to say <3

Pearl and Gemini were just .in a pit . having stuff thrown onto them

Every Hermit is staying on the same continent !!

FIRST DEATHS VERY QUICKLY, Iron Golems took out Tango and Etho (maybe more?)

Joe seems to be the only one looting the chests

Evil Jevin !!

Evil Xisuma appearance on Jevin’s 60 second video!

Pearl has something planned for an “archeticual wonder” for a resupply area upon death?

Stress, Xisuma and Joe are capturing villagers and starting up a resupply debut.

Bdubs is killed by Cleo and is now OUT FOR BLOOD

First death counts- Etho, Tango, Bdubs, Cleo?

Cleo was killed by Keralis

Joe has now supplied Cleo with weapons and food . She left but not before saying “Time to kill BDubs again!”

Gemini was killed by Bdubs! They both died and are now at spawn.

Pearl was killed by Cleo

Pearl is planning a respawn inn !!

Cleo was killed by Iskall

Cleo was killed by Pearl

False, Stress, and Gemini team up??? AA!!! they brought a delivery of supplies to Joe <3

i wish i knew what was happening on that end .

APPARENTLY XISUMA IS ONTO MAKING THE SECOND VILLAGER BREEDER ALREADY ??

Iskall is the first with Diamonds??

Breathe in that ash !

WAIT IS TANGOS EYES LIKE THAT RN BECAUSE HES TEAMED WITH KERALIS AND BDUBS ???

KERALIS, BDUBS, AND TANGO TRIED TO DO A SHAKEDOWN ON JOE. HE TRIED TO DROP LAVA, GOT HIMSELF ONTO TWO HEARTS BECAUSE HE PLACED IT ON HIMSELF, AND IS NOW SWIMMING OUT INTO THE SWAMP

the big eyed trio are now off to shake down Gemini

Joe fell in Lava in the Nether

Joe Death To Lava Two: Electric Boogaloo

Joe drowned trying to kill a glowsquid

WATCH JOE’S VIDEO OH MY GOD SEAN HILLS RECAP RAP??? MY BELOVED????? i am gonna be streaming this unironically later LIKE OH MY GOD THIS SLAPS. ALSO THE CREDITS AT TEH END IS HILARIOUS

Zedaph Episode Recap

Zed gave us a recap of the continent every Hermit will be living on !!

Wouldn’t recommend Zedaph as the first video for the season, he skips the intro/speech but it’s Zedaph and hes making it fun!! Lots of nice editing :)

~SCIENCE TIME !~

Zedaph.. why is your starter base made out of concrete ?

There are no sheeps whatsoever on his mountain

Hes calling his lab an icecream sandwich..yeah i see it

Zed tried to make a portal underater...f

Scar died to a creeper </3

Zedaphs base is gonna be tracking how long hes there/someones loading the chunk!

XISUMA LIVE BLOGGING

A cool cinema scene of him becoming an axolotl!! <3

NOW I CAN SEE IT, GRIAN WAS THE FIRST DEATH!! Death by Iron Golem!!

XIsuma’s baseplans need over 45 THOUSAND BLOCKS TO BE PLACED

He’s also planning on making a shulkershell farm!!

i’m not gonna lie ! talking axolotl X is horrifying ! thanks !

Day one Villager Breeder... chaos.

Xisuma Derp! looked straight at a buncha wool and said how badly he needed beds and then walked away

THE GIRLS CAME OVER AND CONVINCED HIM HE NEEDS TO MOVE THE DESIGN OVER MY FIVE BLOCKS FOR SWAMP VILLAGERS..

THE GIRLS ARE JUST LAUGHING AT HIM AND HIS VILLAGER TROUBLES

day one and Xisuma has got his axolotl!!

Very pretty starterbase!!

XB’s

..I’m not gonna lie theres not much to say!! He’s very calm :) he says hes going into it without a plan, and htat last season was the only time he had any thought of what he was gonna do.

He made a real nice starter house and thats about it!

Cleo’s

Bdubs: “She ain’t gonna hurt me!! i’m invincible, babey!”

Cleo learnt that BDubs will never hurt her even if she deserves it . I am starting to realize why she kills him

SHE DECIDED SHES GONNA BE A PROPER CHAOS GREMLIN THIS SEASON...

AISDJASID CLEO GOT PAID TO KILL BDUBS?? HDUIAIHSI SCAR WHY

“Alright I found my mission for the season! Murder.”

Cleo, Mumbo, Grian, and Scar are all holed up in a cave together!

..Scar died from a skeleton !

Cleo has now split from Grian and Mumbo! Scar is missing in action

CLEO FOUND A GOAT

SHES KILLING THE GOAT???

she got a HORSE <3 and Joe gave her a saddle! I think her name is..Widget?

She LOVES the candles for shamboo n waterbottles and bits n bobs for her armorstands!!

Got her Armorstand stickgod book <3

Geminitay POV

NEW HERMIT NEW HERMIT NEW HERMIT!!

She has a LOVELY voice!!

The pov of her in a hole . being surrrounded . is kinda hilarious

It might’ve been Etho who was first death?? I GENUIENLY CANNOT TELL BECAUSE OF EDITING

All the murder was just for heads!

Seriously her voice is. wow

WE LOVE A QUEEN WHO KNOWS HOW TO CRAFT A SHIELD WITHOUT USING THE GUIDE <3

False, Gemini, and Stress are on the great journey for MOSS !

Gem just blew their minds with the moss.

TANGO KERALIS AND BDUBS ARE BACK Keralis: “Show the diamonds show the diamonds show the diamonds!” Gem: “Keralis. This is not how you make friends.”

The boys suecessfully recieved a diamond each

Etho n Iskall are travelling together!! You dont see those two together often

Etho got a glowsquid head!!

Gem: “Etho doesn’t share, is what i’m learning..?”

Etho hooked her with a fishing rod and said she has to do what he said .

In order to get the diamonds, Tango, Keralis, and BDubs placed down a sign saying “Gem is Great!” and Gem used a glow inksack on it.

Etho: “So..What is this? Do you have an ego, or this a motivational thing, or..?” He said, while laughing

Iskall: “I think its really funny that you have set your base up in the middle of a birch forest.” Gem: “I love birch forests! Do you not like my birch forest? Iskall: “I love it, yeah.” Gem: “This is the best biome in the game, Iskall.” Iskall: “Mmmm..” Etho: “I’m pretty sure I heard Iskall talking earlier that like, of all the biomes in the game, there was one he hated more than anything. Gem: “Oh really? And what was that one?” Iskall: “..Taiga.” Gem: “Taiga.. That’s true, thats a good one, thats a good one.” Iskall: “Don’t like Taiga.” Gem: “Mhm.” Etho: “Which one do you hate more than anyone?” Iskall: “..Diorite fields. Thats a bad one.” Etho: “Yeah thats a bad one.” Gem: “Didn’t know about that one. Well make sure to avoid’em. Birch forests are really good.” Iskall: “I’m a big fan of birch forests.” Gem: “Yeah, me too, me too. I’m glad we’re on the same page :) This is so beautiful! All the white and- and the like zebra stripes! is fantastic.” Iskall: “I..Um.. Yes.”

OH SHE’S CANADIAN,, ETHO HAS A FRIEND /j

She’s still in college :O SHE’S A SCIENTIST?? SHES WORKING AT A HOSPITAL?? POG!!

She accidentally found an enchanted golden apple in a mineshaft!! she thinks its the first she ever found in survival!!

She has a cow, sheep, and a few crop farms set up!! Her starter house has INTERRIOR!

SHE CHANGED HER SKIN AND ITS SO PRETTY AND HAS OVERALL AND I LOVE IT!!

shes doing a cottage core inspired base!

WOAHH!!! SHE MADE HTE MOST GOREGOUS CUSTOM TREE I’VE EVER SEEN ??

BDUBS IS HERE and he is so so so impressed by the tree ?!

also hes carrying a clock.. :(

He’s here with a present!

HE BROUGHT BAMBOO!

she thinks its so funny that he stops conversations to sleep AOIDHFEAUI\

SCARS

WE GOT A TRANSITION SCENE!! the canonical reason for the bed in his old village always being occupied is because underneath it, was his wizard portal!

Bdubs: “It’s a new season! You’re the little guy now!”

They are all very amused by that ^

they’re rubbing the fleece of bdubs jacket .

Bdubs: “Have a nice rub :)” PLEASEAHSIOJDIUASLDHIASDA

His starter base is gonna be a wagon and he wants the end game to be a bioshock esque skyscraper!

he confused a horse for a player . flashback to iskall thinking mumbo was a mob

PEOPLE THINK MUMBO DOESNT HAVE PANTS ON.... </3

Scar, Mumbo, and Grian.. have NO braincells. at all. THey just placed a crafting table with a boat on top with a bed on top with a boat on top .

this is what BROS FOR LIFE looks like.

BOATEM POLE !

SCAR IS STUCK UNDERGROUND IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT IRL AND HAS NO PICKAXE..

AND HE DIED TO A CREEPER .

it seems like Grian, Mumbo, and Scar are working together !!!! HOLY SHIT !!

THERES SO SO SO MANY FARMS???????

he died several times trying to catch a skeleton with a sword

FIRST CHEST MONSTER OF THE SEASON <3

SCAR JSUT TOLD BDUBS HE LOOKS LIKE OSCAR THE CROUCH... BDUBS CANNOT EVEN ARGUE

OH NO.... GRIAN WENT AFK IN A HOLE . WITHOUT A HELMET .

THEY PUT A GLOWSQUID HEAD ON HIM

OH MY GOD MUMBO MADE A NOTEBLOCK SONG?? AJUDA

SCARS BUILTING IS SO SO SOOS GOREGOUS SERIOUSLY GO WATCH THE VIDEO OH MY GOD ITS HUGE

its a giant ass house boat wagon . its pulled by a llama . that killed him . so now its trapped, pulling hte agon, forever

Grian: “..Thats a very big house, for a very little hat.”

GRIANS SUPER SPECIAL EGG??

SCAR PUNCHED IT..

they really came out here . and killed the egg already.

Scar: “..I touched the thing”

TANGO POV

We see the three big eyed boys forming <3 they interrupted Tangos intro

THEY’RE BULLYING HIM ABOUT HAVING SMALL EYES AHIDUIASUHDWIS

HE TRIED TO CALL THE TRIO TEAM BUG EYE... THE OTHERS ARE VERY OFFENDED

they found an axolotl and Bdubs was TERRIFIED just screaming “WHAT IS THAT YELLOW THING?!”

BDUBS IS ATTACKING IT ???

okay nope Bdubs caught one and Tango lost it

Bdubs is naming his axolotl Idiot

AMAZING HOUSE. WHY IS TANGO SO GOOD AT BUILDING AND REDSTONE??

Impulse POV

MUMBO TRIED TO PLACE DOWN A BERRY BUSH TO HURT IMPULSE . HE FORGOT HOW BUSHES WORK..

I DIDNT EVEN NOTICE THAT IMPULSE WAS IN THE BOATEM POLE

so it looks like those four are hteo nes who grouped up together

PEARL BROKE THE CONSTITUION SHE GOT IN THE WRONG BOAT SMH

THIS IS SEASON EIGHT! FIVE BROS !

So its gonna be about five people in the same area!!

YOO!! Fantasy build for Impulse!!

G gave Impulse a spyglass, they had a fun moment of zooming in on eachothers face and complimenting eachother IHAUDIHAW

Grian and Impulse worked on an xp farm!

ASHDUIWAHISD GRIAN JUST LOGGED ON INFRONT OF HIM

a pillager stole his boat . not just any pillager . the one with a banner. </3

he has to live with Mumbo tuning a song .. </3 haha

Mumbo POV

it took fifteen seconds until Grian ran in during Mumbos intro

CONFIRMED? GRIAN WAS FIRST DEATH?

SECOND PERSON TO THINK MUMBOS PANTS ARE SKIN COLOR. GRIAN..

Grian: “Can you..Briefly explain why you’re just wearing a hawaiian shirt?” Mumbo: “Uh- what do you mean ‘just wearing a hawaiin shirt? I have shorts on as-well, dude”

FOLLOWED BY

Mumbo: “Can you explain why you’re wearing a red jumper?” Grian: “You know- you know i was born with this!”

MUMBO AND GRIAN STOLE THE BOAT LOOT FROM RENDOC

I THINK RENDOC JUST STOLE THE DIAMOND MUMBO THREW??

Grian: “Is that Scar?” Mumbo: “I can’t see past your giant waffle!”

DSFSDFJIOA they did an edit where they placed down a boat, both Mumbo and Grian got in, they made noises and then bopped up on top of the ravine they were in <3

THEY HAVE NO BRAINCELL THEY JUST PLACED DOWN A BENCH AND SAID “THIS IS THE MARK OF OUR VILLAGE!” and then placed a torch and a boat and a bed and aANOTHER BED..

..Mumbo is trying to be a pacifist this season!

Grian’s taunting him with beheaded things

And obviously part of being pacifist means he’s gonna be vegetarian in minecraft!

..he cannot use monster farms because pacifisim..

Mumbo was in the middle of reading the magical Timmy shack that Tango made (did i remember to mention that? who knows) and IN THE MIDDLE OF GETTING TO THE PART ABOUT IF YOU REMOVE STUFF FROM THE CHEST, NOTHING WILL BE ADDED IN IT AGAIN. Grian opened the chest . Mumbo SHOUTED HIAUDHUW Grian jumped man

They renamed it “Cave of Do Not Enter” HIAUEDUH

Mumbo and Scar BOTH did not know- at least Mumbo didn’t, Scar forgot, that podzol spawns from two-by-two spruce..

him and his guitar song to be played underneath his house.. it goes with the aesthetic i suppose

MAN HE NEEDS SO MUCH HAYBALES I FORGOT THATS NEEDED FOR THE TUNE HE WANTS

Mumbo: “What.. On Earth.. Scar, it’s meant to be a starterbase, buddy! What is this? This is many things, many many things, a starterbase is NOT one of them!”

HE LITERALLY DIDNT KNOW THAT THE DRAGON EGG TELEPORTS... WHEN YOU TOUCH IT...

BDUBS

nothing special we havent seen yet!! just him screaming about axolotls.

He was working in the Mesa in his intro, skipping the “speech” from Mumbo

He released Idiot the Axolotl and lost it .

Him SCREAMING “Gemini” is HILARIOUS

While Gemini gave away those three diamonds, Keralis got so excited he won a bet with Tango and Bdubs, that he gave back . two of the diamonds . and none of htem released until well after they left

Bdubs: “That’s why i have my mwoss skin!” PLEASE I LOVE THE WAY HE SAYS IT.. make the moss hood.. REAL..

it took me a while to figure out what his base is but i LOVE IT so so much!!!

Nothing much new to add !!

Stress pov

please i love her . very good !! False seems to have joined her sheerly because Stress sounded like she knew what she was doing. she does not.

False felt peerpressured and asked Stress for permission to fight her because everyone was killing eachother .

It ended up with Stress following False. they found a village!

ISKALL only saw him one other time today!!

JEVIN APPEARS AGAIN !

XISUMA FELL INTO HTE BREEDER AND IT WAS SO FUNN IUAHHYIAUSD

Ren: “Ya look goregous, Stress!” Stress: “Thanks! Don’t murder my dog!”

She’s so proud of herself for caving!! (with False n Gem

Iskall blew up!

..Iskall fell from a high place

Stress has a LOVELY ravine base!!

False

False wants to become pirates with Stress <3

gatekeep gaslight girlboss

BIG OL MUSHROOM HOUSE !!

it looks like a mushroom church and i LOVE IT.

Nothing new we didn’t see from Gem. She does want to come up with a banner design for her base, though!

Grian

..Mumbo just thought Grian had a purpose so decided to follow him <3

ALSO HIS INTRO, AS HE JOKED ABOUT IN THE OTHERS VIDEO, WAS, IN FACT, THE BOATEM POLE

Grian is SO PROUD of the fact taht they got good loot from a treasure map. Ren and Doc are NOT IMPRESSED

Grian: “Lets go, potato boy!”

Mumbo: “I don’t have to replace everything I break! Peace Love and Plants- are these plants..?” He says, mining amethyst

pants

he who controls the egg, controls the server... Grian.. you’re doing great sir

...He decided.. his goal.. is to make his OWN..caves and cliffs update... HELLO..?

Grian was the first one to kill the enderdragon, MAN. Speedrunning career WHEN? /j

Grian: “And now [Mumbo] is flexing on my bed!”

he might not have a base. but he has an egg.

It is now 2am. i cannot do this anymore. This will be continued.. tomorrow!

#long post #SERIOUSLY I CANNOT BELIEVE HOW LONG I WENT #spoilers #hermitcraft 8 #hermitcraft 8 spoilers #hc 8 #hc 8 spoilers #mcyt #mcytblr #hermitblr #hermitcraft #mika-posts

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snappedsky · 4 years

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Squee takes a break.

*Links to previous and next chapters in reblog*

Spring Breaking

Squee: Nny and I are gonna stay with Granny Cammie for a while. We’re taking Nugget with us too

Pepito: starting spring break early! Sounds nice

Gaz: Yeah who cares about skool anyway

Dib: Take all the time you need Squee

Tak: Yeah, you deserve a break.

Zim: We’ll keep things handled here. Leave it to Zim!

Squee cracks a weak smile at the messages from his friends. Then he drops his phone into his bag, slips it onto his shoulders, and grabs his suitcase before leaving his room.

“I’m ready,” he says to Johnny as he enters the living room.

“Good. Granny’s already in the car,” he replies, “let’s go.”

They leave the house and get into the car. Cammie’s in the passenger seat and Squee sits in the back with Nugget while Nny drives. And they head out.

The drive is pretty quiet, with just the radio to break the silence. Squee watches the scenery go by, his head resting against the window. Sometimes he’ll catch himself reaching for his lap, where something- or someone- used to sit and his chest will tighten. So he tries to keep himself distracted by stroking Nugget’s fur.

They arrive to Cammie’s house in a few hours and park the car in her ridiculously large driveway next to her other vehicles that are never used. After grabbing their luggage, she lets them into the house.

“Welcome home, Cammie,” Thomas- her caretaker- nods respectfully as they enter.

“Thanks, Thomas,” she replies as they walk by to the hallway of bedrooms. “Your rooms from the summer you stayed here are still the same,” she says to Nny and Squee. “But they’re pretty plain. Maybe we can go to the city later and pick up some décor for you, Squee. Maybe some posters or uh…lava lamps…um…glow-in-the-dark stickers…I-I don’t know what kids like.” “Glow-in-the-dark stickers sound nice,” Squee remarks as they reach his room. “But can we go another day?”

“Sure, hon, we can go whenever you want,” Cammie replies, “you just relax and make yourself comfortable.”

Squee smiles weakly before going into his room and closing the door behind him. Cammie and Nny both sigh and continue down the hall.

“He seems to have gotten a little better these last couple days,” she comments.

“Yeah, he’s trying really hard to pick up his pieces,” he agrees, “but I’m still worried. I hope he takes a break from everything while we’re here. He really needs it.”

In his room, Squee drops his bags onto the floor and flops onto the bed. He stares at the ceiling, his mind numb and blank. He could just lie here all day but he won’t let himself do that. So he gets up, grabs a pen and notebook from his bag, and flips open to a blank page.

Squee presses the pen to the paper and waits. And he waits. And waits. He starts impatiently tapping the page as the minutes tick by and the words refuse to flow. Finally, having lost his patience, he tosses the book to the side and stands up.

“Whatever,” he grumbles as he leaves his room. “Maybe I’ll get some inspiration from TV.” The hours tick by lazily as Squee and Nny spend them watching cartoons. Late into the evening, everyone retires to their rooms for the night. But Squee doesn’t try to sleep. He’s been too scared to after what happened when he stayed with the Night Terrors a couple days ago. So he grabs his notebook and tries to take another crack at writing.

This time is no more successful and twice as frustrating. If it were just normal writer’s block, then Squee could handle it. But this doesn’t feel like a normal blockage. He can clearly see the words he wants to write in his head, but for some reason they can’t pass onto the paper like they used to. Once his pen would flow like a rushing river; now it’s like a clogged toilet.

His frustration boils into a rage. Rage towards his head for not releasing those words; rage towards his hand for not moving; rage towards his pen for not writing. And suddenly he snaps and throws the pen across the room.

The rage doesn’t last long though and is quickly replaced with an exhausted guilt. Squee stands up and goes to where his pen landed by the window. Sitting on the floor, he cradles it gently in his hand. It’s the fountain pen Johnny gave him for his thirteenth birthday- the first of his birthdays they spent together. That seems so long ago now.

Sighing heavily, Squee rests his head against the window and looks outside. The stars are so bright and clear out here, even through the glass. His focus lands on two perpendicular ones peeking out at him over the treeline. They seem bigger than all the others.

And then they blink.

Squee leaps up, opens the window, and throws his head out. He looks around frantically but the two…stars?...are gone.

Confused, Squee leans against the windowsill and stares at the sky. Did he really see that? Was it just a trick of the light? Or something else?

The next day is just as lazy and quiet. Squee spends it either watching cartoons or chilling on the porch swing, Johnny and Nugget always by his side. It’s so peaceful and relaxing. Or at least it should be.

Squee loves it out here. But his nerves are shot. He feels like there’s something hiding behind every corner or in every shadow, and he can’t be sure what’s real and what’s his paranoia. They haven’t been attacked by anything yet, so is it safe to assume it’s all his paranoia?

Having Nny by his side helps him feel a little safer, but it’s not the same as…well, it’s not the same as before.

Squee tries writing a couple more times throughout the day, but the outcome remains the same: frustrating, disappointing nothingness.

That afternoon he’s curled up on the couch, tapping his pen against the paper with annoyance. Nny watches him for a second before asking, “can’t think of what to write?”

“Not exactly,” Squee sighs, “I know what I want to write. The words just won’t…come, you know?”

“Not really,” he shrugs, “I don’t know anything about writer’s block.”

“No, this is…different.”

Johnny watches as Squee closes his notebook and walks away. He stares after him, curious and a bit concerned.

Squee spends that night just like the last: mostly staring at the sky. When his eyelids get too heavy, he’ll lie down in bed and let himself sleep for a couple hours, but until then, the stars are a lovely show.

He’s still thinking about the two stars he saw blink last night. He actually wanted to write a story about them today, but of course that didn’t happen.

Resting his chin on the window’s ledge, Squee continues to stare at the sky while his eyelids get heavier and heavier.

Meanwhile in his room, Johnny is also avoiding sleep. He lies on his bed, staring at the ceiling, his mind deliberating. Finally, he makes up his mind and goes to the living room. He picks up the phone and quickly dials a number before he can change his mind. It’s late, but he’s sure this person is awake.

“Al’s Assmeats. How may we serve you today?” an obnoxiously loud voice answers.

“Devi, it’s Nny,” Johnny says.

“Oh, hey,” she replies in her normal voice. “Something wrong? You never call me.”

“No-ah, well…no, not really,” he stammers with uncertainty.

“Then…why are you calling me?”

“Uh it’s um mmmm.” Pressing his palm into his forehead, Johnny takes a second to collect his thoughts. “Do you remember when the Nightmare tried to control you?”

“Yeah…?” Devi replies, somewhat uncertain.

“How did it feel when you tried to paint?”

“Um…well, I was working that shitty painting job at the time so I didn’t have time to paint for myself. And anything I painted for them was just following the instructions they gave me- which fucking sucked by the way. So…I don’t know. It sure didn’t feel the same as before, when I painted for me. It felt like…nothing. Like a void, you know?”

“No,” Nny replies as he sits on the floor and leans up against the end table. “I don’t remember much from back when it was happening to me. But I feel like…like whenever I tried to draw…there was a clog.”

“A clog?” Devi questions.

“Yeah. Like something was blocking my creativity from leaving my mind.”

“That’s interesting,” she comments, “I guess because I was doing that job, I wasn’t really using my creativity.”

“Like it was being clogged from the outside,” he muses.

“Yeah. I never thought of it that way before,” she remarks, “why are you asking about this?” “Mmm,” Johnny merely groans in reply.

“Is it about Squee? Is he okay?”

“I think so. For now at least,” he replies, “but…he said he’s having trouble writing. Like he’s feeling blocked.”

“Hmmm,” Devi hums curiously, “well…he’s going through a lot right now. He could just be mentally exhausted. Maybe he just needs a break.”

“That is why we came out here,” Nny replies, “but I think he’s trying too hard to, like, beat his depression.” “Fuck, I know how that feels,” she sighs.

“Yeah.”

They both sigh heavily.

“Well,” Johnny grunts, scratching his head. “I’m sure he’ll get through this. He’s tougher than he thinks he is.” “He really is,” Devi agrees, “oh, hey! I finally got my business cards done!”

“Oh, yeah?” he replies with half-interest.

“Yeah, Dib helped me design them. They’re pretty fucking sick. I’m gonna go around tomorrow and hand them out. I’m gonna start with small businesses first- you know, spread the indie love. But if I have to, I’ll try bigger businesses.”

Johnny rubs his forehead as Devi continues to babble on. He doesn’t really care, but he can’t just hang up on her. He’s the one who called her in the middle of the night, so this is the price he has to pay.

Back in his room, Squee is slowly starting to pass out in his window. His eyelids are drooping but he can’t be bothered to pick himself up and go to bed. So he keeps blinking heavily as he stares at the sky.

Between each blink, everything appears the same. The silhouettes of the trees and all the stars remain stagnant.

And then two more stars appear.

Squee’s eyes fly open and he leans out the window. This time, the new stars don’t disappear. They stay poking over the treeline, seemingly staring back at him.

With his eyes used to the darkness, he can barely make out the outline of what appears to be a head surrounding the new stars.

Squee cocks his head curiously. The other head cocks back.

Squee blinks with surprise before leaping out the window. His bare feet land on the soft, chilly grass surrounding the house but he doesn’t want to get his shoes. What if the new stars disappear again?

He quickly loses sight of them as he goes into the trees but he keeps moving forward. He trips and stumbles on roots and branches but he doesn’t stop. Not until he reaches a small clearing.

It’s so sudden he almost runs into it, but he stops just in time. Just in front of him is a giant foot, the big toe alone almost taller than Squee. Swallowing hard, he looks up in awe at the rest of the creature towering over him and the surrounding trees.

Their body is humanoid and androgynous, but their skin almost looks like tree bark. They’re so tall, Squee can’t make out their face; just their two eyes, glowing like stars in the darkness.

The giant stares at him before slowing kneeling down just enough to rest one of their hands at Squee’s feet. Squee glances at it with uncertainty before climbing aboard.

“Whoa!” he exclaims as the giant lifts him at the same velocity as a speeding car, all the way up to their face.

This close Squee can see the giant’s eyes really are just two glowing white orbs. They have no nose or ears, just nostrils, and a massive mouth filled with browned, chipped teeth. While the creature doesn’t have eyebrows, Squee can still tell their expression is quizzical.

“Why have you sought me out, little one?” they ask, their voice booming but somehow still gentle, like a wise, old man.

“I-I wanted to see if you were real,” Squee replies, wonderstruck.

“You are the first of your kind to notice me in thousands of years,” they muse, “I admit, I wasn’t sure you were real either last night. Rather spooked me.” He cracks an amused smile at that. “I scared you?”

“At first. Why? Do I frighten you?”

“Lots of things do, some more than others. But I’m not afraid of you now.” “Yet you were before. And you still came for me.” “Like I said, I needed to be sure you were real,” Squee says, “I…I’m worried I might start losing the ability to tell the difference.”

“Hmm,” the giant hums in response. “You are young, even for your species. But I see ages of stress on your face. Care to join me on a nightly walk? I find they always help me clear my head.”

“Uh, well, I…” Squee stammers with uncertainty as he looks back towards the house. Then he realizes just how high he really is.

Not only can he see the house, the few lights on glimmering in the darkness, but the highway as well and the surrounding trees and fields, stretching on and on endlessly towards the darkened horizon where it all connects with the sky, its countless stars and the moon shining overhead.

“Sure,” Squee sighs, “why not.”

“Wonderful,” the giant comments and carefully moves their hand to their shoulder. Squee climbs on and sits in the crook of their neck.

“Uh, my name’s Squee, by the way,” he says.

“My kind do not use names,” they reply.

“Oh. Um can I give you a nickname?” “You may.”

“I’m gonna call you…Celestial, cause your eyes remind me of the stars,” Squee says.

“Hm, I like that,” Celestial comments.

They walk in silence for a couple minutes. Celestial moves quickly, one step covering several feet. The chilly, night air breezes through Squee’s hair as he watches the world pass by.

“This is nice,” he comments blissfully, “it reminds me of when I was in space. Like right now, nothing matters.”

“Yes, your kind spend so much time scurrying around,” Celestial says, “but your lives are short. You do not have much time to do the things you want to do, so it’s understandable. But you must remember to take a break once in a while.”

“Yeah, that’s why I came out here,” he agrees, “to take a break. But…I can’t write. That was always my escape. And now something’s stopping me, keeping me from it. It’s so…frustrating.”

All of Squee’s anger erupts to the surface in a sudden blow. It would surprise him if he wasn’t so aggravated.

“Writing is important to you,” Celestial observes.

“I…I lost something not long ago,” Squee explains, “a big part of myself. I can’t lose writing too.” He glares angrily at his hands when Celestial suddenly stops. Squee looks up and quickly rises to his feet in awe.

In the distance they can see Los Angeles, its countless lights glowing bright enough to blot out the stars. Even this far away, the city’s noises can be heard; vehicles, muffled voices, and miscellaneous clamoring.

“Look at your people,” Celestial says, “even this late at night, they don’t stop. Always moving, working for something, even if they don’t know what it is.”

“You say you came here to take a break, but perhaps it is not just a break from your everyday life you require,” they suggest, “perhaps it is a break from yourself.”

“My…self?” Squee questions.

“Take a break from writing, from your worries. Try something new. Or do nothing at all.”

“But I’m trying to do the exact opposite,” he insists, “I don’t want to lose myself.” “You are fighting a tremendous battle that no one could possibly understand,” Celestial points out, “taking a break from it does not mean you have lost.”

Squee stares at them, his eyes welling up. He swallows a sob as he sits back down.

“I will take you back home,” Celestial says as they turn around.

The walk back is quiet. Tears drip down Squee’s cheeks the entire way, suddenly overwhelmed by his emotions. When they make it back, he wipes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

“Thank you, Celestial,” he says as he stands up. “This was really nice.”

“Indeed,” they agree as they hold up their hand for Squee to step on. “It has been many decades since I’ve had a conversation with someone. Perhaps someday I will see you again.”

“I would like that,” Squee smiles.

Celestial carefully lowers Squee to ground in front of Cammie’s house. They wave goodbye to each other before turning away and Squee goes in through the front door.

“Hey.” Squee looks over to the living room, where Johnny is sitting on the floor holding the phone receiver, Nugget curled up in his lap. “Where did you go?” he asks.

“I…had a very enlightening conversation with a giant,” Squee replies.

“Huh. Cool.” “Who are you talking to?” Squee asks.

“Devi,” Nny replies and covers the receiver. “She gets really talkative when she’s overtired. Wanna talk?”

He smiles gently. “Yeah.”

Squee sits next to him and takes the phone. “Devi?”

“Squee!” she exclaims excitedly. “It’s good to hear you. You uh…you doing okay?” A lump forms in Squee’s throat but he quickly swallows it and takes a deep breath. “No. Not really. But I’ll get there.” Johnny smiles warmly and drapes his arm across Squee’s shoulders. He smiles back as they lean against each other. Nugget mews and moves over into Squee’s lap.

“So uh how are you doing?” Squee asks.

“Pretty good,” Devi replies, “I finally got my business cards and they’re pretty fucking awesome. I’ve been thinking about getting a haircut; it’s been a while and my hair’s getting too long. But I’m not sure what to do with it. I need it to be different, you know. Maybe I should get some like hairstyle magazines, look for inspiration.”

Squee smiles wearily as he covers the receiver and whispers to Nny, “she really does get talkative.” “I know,” he whispers back.

They both smile and lean back, relaxed as they listen to Devi’s babbling.

#invader zim #invader zim fanfiction #johnny the homicidal maniac #johnny the homicidal maniac fanfiction #iz jthm crossover #myart #myocs

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Winter Song

Ch 2: Winter Wonderland

Chapters: 2/31 Word Count: 1,681 Fandom: The Worst Witch (TV 2017) Rating: General Warnings: none Summary: Taking advantage of an unexpected visit, Pippa convinces Hecate to enjoy a pleasant evening taking in the holiday sights.

Notes: This story is part of the B-Sides: Stories from the world of Hecate’s Summer Playlist series. It is a prequel to that series. I really don’t know what I was thinking setting the fluff stories before the romantic relationship begins, but there you go.

The title of the story comes from the Michael Bublé cover version of the song and there’s a bit of Brenda Lee’s Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree tossed in for good measure.

As always, many thanks to Sparky for signing up again to proofread and edit for me – even during church! The last bit was added after she finished, so any mistakes there are all mine. She even knew that the first car I had in mind didn’t come with back seats. Sparky rocks!

Also, I’d never heard of a Morris Minor before this fic and now I want one REALLY bad.

Hecate quietly closed the door with her hip, careful not to wake the woman still curled on the sofa. She noted the fire had burned almost all the way down. The morning sun shining through the windows cast long shadows around her sitting room, making Pippa look lovely.

She set the tray down on the coffee table and took a moment to study her friend. Her friend. There were so many years that she didn’t believe she would ever be able to call her that again. Gratitude surged in her chest, as strong as her magic ever did.

Pippa looked lovely, of course, but, sleeping, she also looked peaceful. Younger, even. The lines hadn’t disappeared from her face, of course, but they’d relaxed. Hecate couldn’t help but think that the marks of time’s passage made Pippa even lovelier.

Slowly, Hecate lowered herself to her knees next to the sofa. “Pippa?” She whispered. “I’ve brought you some breakfast, Pipsqueak.” She rested a hesitant hand on Pippa’s knee. “Pip?

“Hhhmmm….” Pippa stretched, peeping one eye open. “G’morning, darling.” She stretched out on the sofa, arms pressing over her head until she quit yawning, then pulling them back under the covers. “Brrr… Is it still snowing?”

“No…cold and clear.” Hecate nodded at the tray on the coffee table. “I wasn’t sure what you’d want to eat… I got everything that was sweet.”

“You know me too well, Hiccup.” Pippa pressed herself into a seated position and patted the sofa next to her. “C’mon, Hiccup. Let’s eat.” She paused, one hand on a blueberry muffin, one eyebrow arched, waiting for Hecate to join her. It only took a moment for Hecate to scramble onto the sofa.

Hecate summoned her tea set, sending a thin stream of magic into the pot to boil the water before adding the tea. A few moments later, Pippa was spooning a frightening amount of sugar into her cup.

“So…what shall we do today?” Pippa asked around a mouthful of muffin. “It’s like the whole day is ahead of us – I don’t want to waste it.”

Hecate opened her mouth to say she didn’t know, when a knock at the door interrupted her. She felt a sudden rush of guilt, like they’d just been caught after curfew. The sheepish grin on Pippa’s face told her that the blonde was feeling much the same way. With a quirk of her lips, Hecate swept across the room, opening the door to a smiling Ada.

“Good morning, Hecate.” She leaned around Hecate and smiled at Pippa. “Well met, Miss Pentangle!”

“Well met, Ada! I hope you don’t mind that I imposed myself upon your hospitality? I’m afraid we were too engrossed in our chess game last night and failed to notice the snow. Hecate insisted I stay.”

“And right she was to do so, my dear.” Ada eyed the tray full of breakfast sweets until Hecate waved her into the room and summoned a third tea cup. “Thank you, Hecate, dear, I’d love to.” She pulled one of the wing chairs closer to the coffee table and dug in.

After a few moments of companionable munching, Ada swallowed the last of her tea and turned to Pippa. “I wonder, Miss Pentangle, if –”

“Pippa, Ada. Please call me Pippa. Now that Hecate and I have rekindled our friendship, I hope to be spending more time here socially. If that’s all right with you?”

Ada clapped her hands together. “I think it’s delightful…Pippa. I look forward to having you around the castle. In fact,” Ada refilled her cup. “I was wondering if I might convince you to come back next weekend? I find I’m in need of a judge for our Spell Science Fair.”

“I’d love to,” Pippa’s eyes darted to Hecate. “If that’s all right with you, darling. I wouldn’t want to wear out my welcome.” Pippa willed her hand to lay flat on her thigh…refusing to clutch at the blanket still covering her lap.

“I’d hate for our girls to not have a judge.” Hecate replied, stiffly, staring at her manicured nails.

Well, Pippa thought, not exactly a ringing endorsement, but...this was Hecate. Pippa watched Hecate rub her thumbs together, shoulders straight but tight, eyes blinking rapidly, breathing unsteady. Pippa smiled. It may have been thirty years, but she could still read Hecate. And Hecate was saying loud and clear that she wanted to say yes, she was just too afraid to expose that much vulnerability. “Since Hecate doesn’t have any objection to me crashing on her sofa, then I’d be delighted to accept.”

Not a single woman mentioned the fact that Cackle’s had multiple guest rooms.

****

Hecate closed the door on Ada’s retreating form. “Did you get enough to eat?”

“I did, darling, thank you.” She patted the sofa next to her again. “So. What shall we do today? I mean it, Hiccup, I want us to do something fun. We haven’t been together on a Saturday for ages.”

“Thirty years,” Hecate said, looking away.

“Don’t think about that, Hiccup. It doesn’t do either of us any good. We’re both here now. It’s a beautiful day, and OH!!!” Bouncing up and down, Pippa grabbed Hecate’s hand. “I know just what we can do! Let’s go down the mountain to the city. It’s getting close to Christmas – we can go shopping for Yule and Christmas gifts…have lunch…once it gets dark we can go look at holiday lights.” She swung Hecate’s hand back and forth. “Please? Say yes, Hiccup, please?” She put on her best wishing face and batted her eyes. “Please?”

Hecate rolled her eyes. “I refuse to wear an ugly Christmas sweater.”

“Never!” Pippa threw her arms around Hecate, pulling back the instant she felt Hecate stiffen. “Come on then. Get dressed in your best Ordinary outfit; we’re going to town.

****

“Oh, Hiccup, isn’t it beautiful?” Pippa stared breathlessly at the village before them. “I’m so glad you suggested transferring to the village.” Like something out of a postcard, the tiny village of Moreland-on-Heath glittered before them. Twinkling lights zig-zagged over the street, dappling the cobblestones in color. Pippa stepped over to one of the black iron lamp posts and breathed in the scent of the evergreen wreaths that hung from each post. “Mmmm…it smells like Christmas, Hiccup. Come smell.”

Hecate rolled her eyes, but walked over anyway, pleased to please Pippa. She dutifully sniffed the wreath, nose twitching as she tried to reign in a sneeze. She failed. “CHIOO!”

Pippa giggled and summoned a handkerchief, eyes twinkling as she held it out. “Sorry, darling.” She waited while Hecate blew her nose and dabbed at a watering eye. Once Hecate seemed back in sorts, Pippa threaded her arm through Hecate’s. “Do you hear the carolers? Let’s go that way.”

Wandering arm in arm down the street, they oohed and ahhhed over each twinkling storefront. One business had gone all out and transformed their building into Santa’s workshop, complete with artificial snow swirling down on them. Dancing toys and busy elves marched through the workshop. Even Hecate’s gazed up in wide-eyed wonder.

“Look over there, Hiccup!” Pippa pointed to a coffee shop that had taken a decidedly more modern turn. Cool blue and pink rope lights outlined the building, giving it a vintage neon-light vibe. A dozen pink flamingos, each wearing a tiny Santa Hat, lined the walkway to the entrance. In place of a Christmas tree, an enormous red and green lava lamp glowed from inside the front window. “Wow…this is just…wow.”

“That’s certainly one way to put it. Is that a rocket?” Hecate examined the gleaming silver rocket, fascinated by the lights that flashed in time to the music playing in the background. She cocked her head, Brenda Lee’s ‘Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree’ filled the air. She turned to see Pippa studying a candy-apple red Morris Minor convertible that was being driven by Santa Claus with Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer riding shotgun, nose glowing brightly. People seemed to be taking turns climbing into the back seat to take photos with Santa and Rudolph. She didn’t even have to ask. Of course, Pippa would want a picture.

Without saying a word, Hecate sidled over to the line, taking up a space at the rear and watching. In only a few minutes Pippa turned to speak, frowning when she didn’t see Hecate. Her head whipped back and forth as she scanned the crowd for Hecate. Before she panicked, Hecate flicked a bit of magic her way, letting it bounce off the blonde’s shoulder. Pippa spun around and spotted Hecate at once. Her face broke into a brilliant smile when she realized that Hecate was in line for the photograph.

Pippa practically ran to take up her place in line with Hecate, bouncing and hopping until they were able to climb into the back seat of the Minor. Pippa scrambled in first then turned around and held out a hand to Hecate. Hesitating, Hecate stared wistfully at Pippa’s hand before reaching out and taking it, smiling shyly up at Pippa as she climbed in beside her. As they settled into the back seat, Hecate noticed that Pippa’s ponytail was caught in her coat. Before she could think to much about it, she reached over and pulled it free, running it through her hand an extra time before smoothing it against Pippa’s back. She glanced away, but not before she caught a glimpse of the brilliant smile that lit Pippa’s face. Before Pippa could say anything, the photographer had them smiling for the camera.

****

Later that night, Hecate stood in the doorway to her bedroom, smiling as Pippa slept on her magically enlarged sofa. On the other side of the room, near the door, hung a new picture of two women bundled into the back seat of a car, beaming. Hecate was leaning into Pippa’s side, and, while it didn’t show, she knew their gloved fingers were laced together in Pippa’s lap. For the first time in a long time, Hecate Hardbroom was looking forward to the holidays.

#ww2018winterfluffevent #hicsqueak #hecate hardbroom #pippa pentangle #lights

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Roleplay Server Log #395

"Cooking with EAlex, Meet the Parents, Really Bad Ideas”

-Once certain that she was the only one still awake within the vicinity, Sphinx slipped out into the night to track down Ra. She returns to spawn and heads in the direction she saw him and the child go, skirting around the village. There's a house ahead of her and she catches a whiff of blood. She starts questioning Ra’s sincerity and picks up her speed. Sphinx approaches the house and the scent of blood is coming from a room built around two massive jungle trees’. Climbing up to the small balcony she peers over the edge, and is surprised to find that the blood is coming from Ra, a pile of blue feathers at his side and the blood dripping from his arm. Sphinx considers approaching until she hears the door open and a gentle glow is cast into the room.

“Firebird?” Sphinx watched the long white haired woman draw closer to Ra. “Is everything alright?”

“I’ll be fine, did I wake you?” Ra yanks another feather out of his arm, wincing as he does so.

“Not me, but CP woke up because he could smell the blood.” The woman kneels down next to Ra and with a gentle movement of her hand a few green flowers spring up next to Ra, a gentle green glow coming from the and whisping towards his wounds. Ra is silent as he watches the flowers.

“I’m sorry Lie…”

“For what?”

“CN… You trusted me to keep him safe and he ended up in danger because of my past. He was stolen from me and dragged off, gagged and… And I couldn’t control myself… I tried to warn them off, I didn’t want to hurt them…” Ra has begun trembling at this point, recalling what he did.

“But there’s a difference between then and now.” Ra looks at the woman with surprise.

“What do you mean?”

“Firebird, in the past you did things out of pride and anger, this time, it was out of fear and love. You feared for CN’s safety, you pushed yourself to get to him for his own safety. You didn’t care about your own, only his. You love him Firebird, that much is so very obvious.” Lie glances over at the sleeping child on the bed. “I know you worry about Doc changing their mind and kicking you out because of your relapse and I can assure you that will not happen. You’re not the first to have a relapse at all. In fact I’m fairly certain CP may be heading towards another himself.” Ra tilts his head a bit curiously at the woman before him.

“How do you know the thoughts that trouble me?”

“You forget Firebird, I’m psychic and you’re broadcasting your thoughts fairly loudly.” Sphinx watches as Ra becomes flustered.

“Ah, right…” Lie smiles gently and places a hand on his arm.

“Get some rest Firebird, my flowers will heal your arms.” She stands to leave and Firebird looks after her.

“Hypothetically, if I were to be kicked out, what would you do?”

“What would I do? Well, I’d see what CN wanted to do. Unfortunately, I don’t think he and I have bonded as we were meant to, but he has bonded with you. If he wanted to follow you to where ever you ended up, I would let him go with you Firebird. You have been quite possibly the best thing for him, and I respect that. He has no powers other than the ability to transform into a bird, and even that was given to him. He was meant to be a buffer against my husband when he spawned, and his first teachings were from somebody very cruel. You saw he was starting down a path similar to what you had gone down, and you took it upon yourself to make sure that didn’t happen. And I’m proud of you for that.” Ra looked surprised.

“Proud of me?”

“Yes, it takes a very strong person Firebird, to take the mistakes of their past and not only learn for them, but use them to help another, and that’s exactly what you’ve done with CN. Now rest, you need it.” Lie then left the room, leaving Ra alone to his thoughts. Sphinx slipped down to consider what she had just witnessed. Obviously, Ra was trusted here, especially by that woman, but she needed to find Set to learn more.-

[Locklear] Huffs a little as he slips away from his most recent kill. The hot and humid air is annoying as a multitude of bugs swarm around the area. The buzz of their wings ignorable at this point to him-

[Yster] Rings his phone-

[Locklear] Lets a small smile cross his face as he stuffs his mask into his pocket and answers the call- Hello love

[Yster] Coos back at him- Are you busy?

[Locklear] - That would depend

[Yster] My parents called...

[Locklear] - Oh? How nice. Did you enjoy your chat with them?- He slips out onto a busy street, his red coat hiding the blood all too easily which is splattered across him

[Yster] Not bad... but I accidently let slip that I'm dating someone now and they want to meet you.

[Locklear] - ... Love, I am currently blood soaked and in South America

[Yster] .... you're where??? And why?

[Locklear] - It's a rather easy place to get away with murder. Would you like anything while I'm here?

[Yster] I guess it would totally depend on how you got there and how you're getting back?

[Locklear] - By the slender beings my dear, but I would need to stop at the manor and change my clothes on the way back

[Yster] Ah, so it'll be a short trip with no customs involved. Any chance you could pick up some coracao de frango? It's a street snack and should travel okay. If it's not too much trouble.

[Locklear] - Anything for you

[Yster] Splendid! I'll see you when you get here. I can always fob them off for a day or two so you can relax and tell me about your trip.

[Locklear] - I can be back in a few hours if you'd rather get it over with quickly

[Yster] Up to you. You're kind of 'not the one driving'. Haha

[Locklear] - I will see you in a few hours then

-There's a distinct smell of meat and it rouses Licht from her position on the couch, where she's flopped after coming home from work-

[Licht] Groans and rolls out of bed- EAlex? What are you doing now?

[EAlex] Whoops! Um... cooking you dinner?

[Licht] - ... How?

[Ealex] ...... with heat?

[Licht] Is still suspicious and so throws on a thin robe and heads into the kitchen-

[EAlex] Has placed two furnaces in the middle of the kitchen and is monitoring them both. - Oh! I was gonna call you when it was done...

[Licht] - No, stop those things

[EAlex] But.... It's almost done, just give it min.... and then I'll get rid of them. I promise!

[Licht] - No

[EAlex] Obviously stalling for a few more seconds- annnd foods done! - He takes a whole roast chicken out of one furnace and two baked potatoes out of the other. The delicious smell billows out into the kitchen the moment the little doors on the furnaces are opened.

[Licht] Does not look happy-

[EAlex] flop sweat and sets the food on the table before swatting the furnaces so they pop small and zip into his inventory. - No more mess.

[Licht] - If I recall correctly, if you take something out of a furnace before it's done, it remains raw, correct?

[EAlex] I stalled long enough. It's all done. It only takes a few minutes in a game furnace.

[Licht] - Yes, but it's just plain. If you had taken it out when I told you to, then I would have shown you how to use what I have here in the kitchen and how to season stuff

[EAlex] What's seasoning?

[Licht] - Flavor that you add BEFORE you cook

[EAlex] Is very curious now. - I can get another raw one from my trunk...?

[Licht] Huffs a little- Fine, at least the potato's are salvageable

[EAlex] I'll put the cooked one away, it's not like it'll go bad. - he stows the chicken and hurries off to grab another. In a wink he's back and holding a very large raw chicken in both hands.

[Licht] Has gone and retrieved the proper pan for roasting a chicken and is flipping through a recipe book- Let's see here... I think I have some of that?

[EAlex] Juggles the bird for a moment and puts it on a plate before peeking over her shoulder-

[Licht] - Alright, first things first, we need to pre heat the oven

[EAlex] It doesn't just get hot?

[Licht] - No, and that's because it can be set to many different temperatures too- She shows EAlex which buttons to hit to set the oven

[EAlex] Wouldn't making it colder cook things slower? Or being hotter just burn them to nothing like falling in lava?

[Licht] - No, different things do cook differently at different temperatures, but other things have to be cooked at different temps for safety reasons

[EAlex] Sounds complicated. So... where do we put the fuel in? I have some lava if you're gonna run it for a long time.

[Licht] - It's electric, same stuff that runs the lights and the computer. And it can be complicated, but that's why recipe's exist

[EAlex] Oh. Okay. - He looks around the stove curiously- It's really simple. Hardly any chips at all. Just on this clock part.

[Licht] - Well, it is only meant for cooking. Open that cupboard to your right and look for a container labeled Thyme

[EAlex] Time? Okay, I'm looking. - They poke around - Lots of stuff in here! Mmmm... here it is! - He hands Licht the jar and then eases open another jar to sniff the contents before coughing explosively.

[Licht] - We'll only need a little- She moves the chicken to the roasting pan before reaching for the container in EAlex's hand- Uh, this is not what I asked for

-It's a jar of cinnamon-

[EAlex] It's in my nose! OW!

[Licht] - That's cinnamon- She closes the jar and puts it back before grabbing the thyme- This is what we needed

[EAlex] Goes to the sink and tries to get rid of the lingering powder with cold water- Mmm' Not used to having such a long nose!-

[Licht] - I suppose not... Now come here, I'm going to show you how to separate the skin from the rest of the chicken

[EAlex] Why do you want to skin it? That parts crispy.

[Licht] - This helps the flavors get into the meat, it will also make the skin crispier

[EAlex] Scoots over beside her to watch. He smells slightly of smoke and a bit muskier then usual. But in a good way. His hair trails a strand over an exposed part of her neck as he leans over to look.

[Licht] Shivers- You might want to pull your hair back while you cook

[EAlex] Sorry... wait, with what? If I use spider thread I might have trouble getting it out.

[Licht] Pulls open a small drawer and pulls out a hair band- Here, use this

[EAlex] Holds up the little ring and plays with it in a confused way- How..?

[Licht] Small sigh before washing her hands and taking the band- Hold still- She pulls his hair back and puts it into a braid to keep it out of the way

[EAlex] Hums happily as his hair is handled. It's soft and just a bit curly as it spills over his shoulders- Thank you.

[Licht] - Now, take the thyme and rub some of it under the skin, not too much though

[EAlex] Does as he's told and ends up scooting the chicken around a lot trying to manipulate it. - This smells so odd.

[Licht] - Maybe a little, but it does taste good

[EAlex] I'll just trust you on that. - He finishes up with the chicken and gives it a pat-

[Licht] - Now we melt a little butter and put it on the skin- She grabs a small bowl and puts a bit of butter in it before putting it in the microwave and showing EAlex what to hit

[EAlex] Figures out the microwave a bit quicker since it's more like the furnace actually.

[Licht] Next shows him how to brush the butter onto the chicken. While doing this the Oven beeps to let them know it's ready- Perfect timing, time to put this in

[EAlex] I can do it! - They pop the door and eyebow at the rush of heat before putting it in bare-handed. - Toasty.

[Licht] - Now then, this will take a few hours, but that gives us a chance to look through the cook books for anything else you might like to learn how to cook

[EAlex] Hours? Talk about roughing it... But that does give us time to.... explore other things. - He reaches over her and grabs a book at random before opening it in front of them-

[Licht] Smiles a little and watches EAlex begin looking through the recipes, she feels calm, much calmer than she has been around the large being, and she supposed that was a good thing-

[Locklear] He yawns as he pulls up in front of Yster's apartment, he is sans his usual red jacket since Trender had thrown a fit over him meeting Yster's parents in it, especially since there was still fresh blood on it. Instead he wore a dark red shirt with a dark charcoal gray suit over. His hair was even pulled back and he was exhausted. He quickly climbed the stairs with the food Yster requested and knocks on the door-

[Yster] Opens the door and sweeps him inside- you look so dapper! I've missed you.

[Locklear] - And I have missed you- He offers her the food she requested- And I only look like this because Trender was having a fit

[Yster] Then he has my gratitude, you look great. - she takes the food - Oooh! That smells wonderful! Thank you. - she gives him a peck on the cheek - so nice to get a box of tasty hearts from you- she winks cheekily.

[Locklear] - It's not the first time

[Yster] - blink blink- ????

[Locklear] - Come now, it wasn't that long after our first meeting that I left you a gift

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[Yster] Dawning realization- !!!!!! You know.... I'd almost forgotten about that! Though I wouldn't have described it as tasty. Honestly I wasn't sure what to do with it. It's in the very back of my freezer. I wasn't too sure what kind of animal it actually came from.

[Locklear] - A deer, I would have never taken an innocents heart and my usual prey wouldn't have even been worth spitting on. That and it was as close to giving you my physical heart as I could

[Yster] Ah! Okay, that's a bit of a relief. I was a tad afraid it was human. Incriminating evidence and all. - she taps her chin- I wonder if I could pickle it? I'll have to get a big jar... Anyway. That's a weekend project. Thank you though.

[Locklear] - You're very welcome love. Now then, I believe I have some family to meet?

[Yster] Yes. We have a little time. I'll go change my clothes and we can go-

[Locklear] - I'll wait here- He goes to sit in a chair and ends up dozing as he waits

[Yster] Comes back out after about ten minutes. Her long black hair is tastefully braided and she's wearing a charcoal and red pantsuit that's not quite a match for his but nice enough. She's also got a pair of red glass earrings and a pendant with a large matching stone and some heels. - I'm ready. Aww. - she gives him a gentle peck.

[Locklear] Opens his eyes- Perhaps it would be best if you drove tonight- He offers his keys

[Yster] Fair enough. You can doze in the car so you're nice and sharp.

[Locklear] - Well, this is what happens when you haven't slept in about 48 hours

[Yster] Particularly difficult targets?

[Locklear] - No, just an increased need for organs

[Yster] Yikes... - she helps him out to the car and pulls out slowly. There isn't too much traffic and it's a nice night.

[Locklear] Absolutely falls asleep against the window as Yster drives-

[YSter] Pulls into a small homey-looking restaunt and scouts around for her mothers car before parking next to it. She give him a little poke. - They beat us here. Are you ready?

[Locklear] - I suppose so. Just so we're clear, I work in the hospital with children

[Yster] I'll just let you talk about it without inturrupting so we keep our stories straight.

[Locklear] - And how did we meet?

[Yster] Mutual friend. That's vague enough.

[Locklear] - Alright, let's go then- He yawns as he opens his door

[Yster] Leads them into the resturant and heads for the table her parents are sitting at.

-Her mother is a pleasant looking woman with dark eyes, a short flattering haircut and a very conservative black dress. Her only adornment is a little gold cross necklace and some small gold earrings. She gives Locklear a look that says she approves so far and gestures for them to sit down.

-Yster's father has a sweater on and some dark jeans. He's got short hair and smiles as he see's his daughter-

[Liam] - There's my baby girl!

[Locklear] Notices the slight suspicious look given to him from Yster's father-

[Yster] Mom, dad, this is Doctor Locklear. This is my mom Lovis and my dad Liam.

[Lovis] Doctor? My my.

[Locklear] - A pleasure to meet both of you, I'm afraid your daughter hasn't mentioned you much

[Lovis] That's fair since she hasn't told us much about you either. So what kind of doctor are you?

[Locklear] - I'm a surgeon, specializing in transplants for children

[Liam] - You work at the local hospital?

[Locklear] - Sometimes, I move around depending on where I'm needed since there aren't many who specialize in what I do

[Lovis] Then I think you and I must be mortal enemies Doctor Locklear. - She gives a little laugh.

[Yster] Blushes- MOM.

[Locklear] - And why might that be?

[Liam] - Dear please don't put it like that...

[Yster] Ugh.... Love, mom is a funeral director. She also runs a small crematorium.... Her business is literally death.

[Locklear] - I see, is that where your daughter gets her love of the other side?

[Lovis] Most likely. But it's a good steady income that let me give her what she needed growing up. After all, a cemetary is just a pretty park with lots of very quiet residents.

[Locklear] - This is very true

[Liam] - So Yster, where did you meet your boyfriend?

[Yster] Oh, he and I have a mutual friend. My old bosses son introduced us.

[Locklear] - I most certainly didn't know what to say to her at first, so I do admit I ignored her a little just out of nervousness

[Liam] - Old boss? Do you mean Howard?

[Yster] Oh fuck no. That nasty old creep! It was Markus. You remember him right?

[Lovis] Oh, the one with the receeding hairline?

[Yster] He got implants mom...

[Liam] - Oh yeah, nice man

[Locklear] - So what do you do sir?

[Liam] - Me? I work for the government, just a lowly pencil pusher I'm afraid

-Waiter comes over to take their orders and puts a basket of crispbread on the table with some butter-

[Yster] Gives Locklear a look like 'would you like me too..?'

[Lovis] Orders a Raksmorgas and an order of pea soup and pancakes for Liam - It is Thursday, but I'm just not in the mood. You know?

[Locklear] - Go ahead, I'm sure I'd barely be able to read the menu with how tired I am

[Yster] I'll have the pickled herring over potates and a Raksmorgas for my friend. - She side eyes him. 'Trust me'.

[Waiter] thanks them and scurries away-

[Liam] - Yster, have you spoken to your brother recently?

[Yster] Only online. All he ever talks about is his boyfriend...

[Lovis] He is a nice young man.

[Liam] - They just got back from a trip to Brazil! I think he mentioned having a present for you?

[Yster] Then I guess he's waiting to see me in person... wait, what was he doing in Brazil?

[Lovis] The usual necking I suppose.

[Liam] - Some sort of festival? Or activist thing? I don't remember, you know how he is though

[Locklear] - You always have to be careful doing that sort of activity

[Yster] Yeah.... - she looks closer at her mother. - Mom.... why are you wearing that thing?

[Lovis] You know it's good for business sweetheart, makes my clients more... comfortable.

[Yster] -deep sigh-

[Locklear] - Are you actually religious? Or...

[Yster] Oh she's religious all right.

[Lovis] Chuckles sweetly- He must be a special one, if you're going to share family secrets...

[Yster] MOM.

[Locklear] - Well, she already knows a few of the more... Unsavory things about my family

[Yster] She worships some Aztec deity none of us can pronounce right.

[Lovis] Takes a dainty sip of her drink- It's not good to say his name aloud for no reason anyway sweetheart.

[Yster] I know mom. - she looks at Locklear and thumbs at her mom- she just likes putting dead Christians and Catholics in the fire and the ground.

[Lovis] Gives the tiniest shrug while smiling at Locklear. - We all have our, little hobbies.

[Waiter] arrives with the food and places it around. The Rakmorgas are shrimp sandwiches piled high on a single slice of bread each with shrimps, boiled eggs slices, lettuce, and creme romsas with dill and salmon roe. The pea soup and pancakes is exactly what it sounds like.

[Yster] Takes her herring potatos gratefully.

[Locklear] - Oh absolutely

[Liam] - So what about your family Locklear?

[Locklear] - We're all... Adopted. Our father and his brothers have supported us, even as adults they check in on us and help us if needed

[Lovis] That's quite admirable. It takes a big heart to adopt children in need. I presume this is why you enjoy working with children yourself?

[Locklear] - Partially, and it keeps me out of the same wards which a couple of my siblings work in

[Lovis] Well if you see someone a lot at home, it's understandable to not want to see them all day at work as well. Thankfully my job is quite quiet. Haha.

[Locklear] - You're quite lucky in that aspect- He tries to stifle a yawn- My apologies in the past two days I've only gotten... How long were we in the car?

[Yster] Not long. We should eat anyway. I'm betting you'll pass out when we get back. - She forks up some of her food and nibbles on some crispbread as well.

[Locklear] - Of course- He starts eating as well and he does notice the slight glare that Liam is giving him

[Yster] Gives her dad a questioning look.

[Liam] Just smiles at his daughter as he slurps up his soup-

[Lovis] Saw the look and gives her husband the smallest light kick under the table with her rather pointy shoes. She's assuming he's just being territorial.

[Liam] - Oh, before I forget Yster, your birthday is coming up, what do you want?

[Yster] ...

[Lovis] You should get her a Princesstarta, she loves those.

[Yster] Squirms - It's true.

[Liam] - Oh yeah! I remember the first time you had one, you ended up with cake all over your cute little chubby face

[Locklear] Fights back a bit of laughter at the mental image-

[Yster] aaaaarrrrrgh.

[Lovis] Should I just get you a gift card for some new movies? Or games?

[Yster] Very embarassed nod-

[Liam] - I'll still get you your Princesstarta baby girl

[Yster] Please dad...

[Liam] - I know, I know

[Locklear] Eats a bit more, thinking about what he could possibly get Yster and is distracted-

[Lovis] Finishes her food and makes eye contact with Locklear, he can tell she's appraising his attire, his accent and how he's dressed. She gives him a small, approving smile.

[Locklear] Finishes his food and glances at the time- Yes, I do believe I have been up for way to long, are you about ready to go love?

[Yster] I am. I had a long day at work. And we may have to bother Cp again for some debugging... - He can see her mentally swear for saying a bit too much because tired.

[Lovis] Cp?

[Locklear] - Our mutual friend that introduced us, he's brilliant with coding things, but an absolute asshole

[Yster] Not fighting that.

[Lois] Ah, the tempermental savant type.

[Locklear] - Indeed

[Liam] - Well, if both of you are tired, we shouldn't keep you, but Locklear, you, Noah, and I should have a boys day, maybe go fishing

[Lovis] You should go catch crayfish, then they might actually be eaten afterwards.

[Yster] I would absolutely eat some crayfish.

[Locklear] - Perhaps, I'll have to see when I have some time off

[Yster] Stands and her mom does as well; to hug her and whisper something to her before letting go. She gives her dad a hug as well-

[Liam] Gives her a pat on her back and leans in closer- You still have your pepper spray, right?

[Yster] Yes dad. I'm being careful. And he's very very protective.

[Liam] - I'm just worried, it's a dad thing

[Yster] Don't be worried dad. This one is special.

[Liam] - I know that...

[Yster] Leans in - I love him dad...

[Liam] - That's what I'm scared of

[Yster] Pulls back and says quietly- Don't be such a 'dad'.

[Lovis] Gives Locklear a confident handshake. - It was lovely to meet you Doctor.

[Locklear] - And you, hopefully I can be much more stimulating and awake next time we meet

[Lovis] Lowers her voice so no one but him hears her- May the blessings of [incomprehensible] be on you. I haven't seen her this happy in a very long time.

[Locklear] - I'm happy to be the one to make her this happy, and thank you

[Liam] Offers Locklear a hand to shake-

[Locklear] Accepts it-

[Liam] - You be good to her

[Locklear] - Always

[Locklear] He and Yster leave the restaurant and he notices the mothers approving look towards his car as they get in. He dozes some more as Yster drives them home. He follows her inside and doesn't even notice his jacket folded neatly on the counter with his mask on top-

[Yster] Leads him to the couch and slips off his jacket and shoes before tossing a quilt over him, and putting a pillow under his head. She belatedly notices his folded clothes and is a bit unsettled thinking someone was in her apartment while they were gone. She checks on Rex and Noodle before curiously grabbing Locklear's mask. She slips it on and amuses herself for a little while with the night vision setting. After a bit inspiration strikes, and she dons his coat as well before sending a few selfies to Dofta.

Chuckling to herself, she decides to hide his stuff in her room so he can't sneak out in the morning and retires to her own bed with a smile.

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[Lie] It's the next morning and she's outside tending to her animals-

[Sphinx] Draped across a fence like a heathen, watching Lie-

[Lie] Spots her- Um... Can I help you?

[Sphinx] Hmmm.... Maybe. Why do you trust him so easily, hm?

[Lie] - Trust who?

[Sphinx] Ra--- Fffirebird. That's what you call him, Firebird.

[Lie] - Firebird? Well, for starters he's never given me any reason not to trust him. He's fought by our sides when we've needed him and he's been a great help with CN too. He's personally helped protect me when facing off with a much more... Tyrannical and murderous NOTCH...

[Sphinx] Hmmm... I see...

[Sphinx] Although I doubt someone could be worse than he.

[Lie] Gives a mental burst of everything Harvestman had put them through-

[Notch] Comes around the corner talking to Ever.

[Ever] Catches sight of the Sphinx boobies and his tail flicks excitedly.

[Notch] What's wrong with you?

[Sphinx] -Seems unperturbed- That certainly is awful...

[Lie] - Yes, now I have a question... Why the hell are you half naked?

[Sphinx] Why not?

[Lie] - Because!

[Notch] Very polite- Hello there. I suppose you're new?

[Ever] She looks good though.

[Sphinx] Because Why, hmm? There's not a reason TO put a shirt on.

[Lie] - For modesty!?

[Ever] Is wearing his usual booty shorts. - It is a nice day out...

[Sphinx] It's only modesty if you're ashamed of your body or live in a culture where you're not valued equally.

[Notch] She is a cat person Lie... don't be a.. a.. specieist?

[Ever] Chuckles-

[Sphinx] -Calmly rolls off the fencepost onto her paws and stretches-

[Lie] - Deer is bad enough with her trying to strip me whenever she's in the mood

[Ever] Twitchy ears -

[Notch] She's weirdly pushy with you isn't she?

[Lie] Huffs a little-

[Sphinx] An interesting view into how he's been living now, at least. That explains why Ra wears a shirt. Thank you for your input, Miss.

[Lie] - Oh, uh, your welcome?

[Ever] I thought Ra was a male god? Does he have boobs in some stories???

[Notch] Who are we talking about anyway?

[Sphinx] You call him Firebird. Still don't think it's a fitting name but... -Shrug-

[Notch] well we do have a phoenix on the server too. That could be confusing otherwise.

[Ever] Scoots over to Lie and pokes her-

[Lie] - Yes Ever?

[Sphinx] Maybe so.. Well, I better be off. People to find, People to question. I can tell Set is here Somewhere too.. -Starts off-

[Ever] Pulls out a bucket and a hopeful expression- would you care if I milked your vanilla cow?

[Notch] Looks defeated since he was mostly ignored. - Nice to uh... bye then...

[Lie] - Yeah, absolutely, and Sphinx? If you're referring to Flowey, then you should try the desert

[Ever] Thanks! - Scoots off towards the barn -

[Lie] - Everything okay Notch?

[Sphinx] Much thanks.

[Notch] Shrugs- Just one of those days. Flux is out someplace and it's been super quiet. Just spinning my wheels today.

[Lie] - Well, you're always welcome to come over and play with your grand daughter whenever you want, she's pretty close to figuring out how to crawl

[Notch] Brightens- I may do just that. Where is she anyway?

[Lie] - Inside with daddy, having a messy breakfast

[Notch] Beams a bit - I'm just blown away by how good a dad he's become.

[Lie] - You never would have guessed from how he used to be

[Notch] Don't forget how many times he stalked and killed me.... Trust me, I know.

[Ever] Comes back wiping his mouth a little. He's already put the bucket away. - You're the best Lie. Thanks!

[Cradilly] Sneaks up on Ever and nips his tail curiously-

[Ever] YOW.

[Lie] - Cradilly that's not nice. Got what you needed Ever?

[Cradilly] Tries to look chagrin and fails miserably-

[Blake] Dashes out the back door and leaps into the pond-

[Notch] I should come over more often it seems.

[Ever] Moves away fromt he plant with a suspicious look at it.

[Lie] - I haven't seen Karla about lately, how's she doing Ever?

[Ever] Wilts a little. - She's spending way too much time trying to think of reasons to seek out Slender. She's fascinated with him and he scares the fuck out of me.

[Lie] - Oh dear... I mean... I don't think she'd really need much of a reason, but I also know he's pretty stressed himself at the moment...

[Ever] She kinda wants to help....

[Notch] That's weirdly noble of her...

[Ever] You know it's not that simple.

[Lie] - In other words she wants something in return

[Ever] Looks down - I think... she's jelous of you guys...

[Lie] - Jealous? Why is she jealous?

[Ever] Waves a hand - Because you guys are... super... you know? You all have weird powers. She's practically ageless and so am I.. but...

[Lie] - She wants another tool on her belt... But what does she think she can get from Slender?

[Ever] I don't know. The way I understand it, you can't be a creepypasta without accepting Insanity, right?

[Notch] Well... they don't stop being creepypastas once she'd gone though.

[Lie] - But from what I've heard, she's only infecting those for Slender's father at the moment...

[Ever] I don't know. She's hard for me to read sometimes.

[Lie] - I... I'm not sure how to feel about this. I like Karla, but I remember very well how CP was...

[Ever] Yeah. She's... annoyingly ambitious about certain things.

[Notch] she cares about your opinion though, right?

[Ever] Yes, but I don't even know what to say. She wouldn't turn on you guys, she's not ungrateful.

[Lie] - Ever, if she gets turned, there's a chance you'd be dragged in as well. I remember when I was told about how a creepy pasta's mates work, well, the mate ends up infected as well usually...

[Ever] Puffs up his tail - Why would they want me??? I can't possibly be of any use. I'm a good book-keeper and that's about it. I'm no good in a fight.

[Lie] - Because you'd be her mate, her counter. You'd be the one capable of pulling her out of her blood lusts and keeping her calm

[Ever] Shivers- I don't want anything to do with those people...

[Lie] - Then make sure she knows what she'd be dragging you into

[Ever] Ears flat- I will. And I know... at least I'm pretty sure... without me, Dawn would come after her...

[Lie] - That she would, and she'd probably be really unhappy about her working with Insanity as well

[Ever] Contrite- Thank you Lie... - He wanders off.

[Notch] Poor kid.

[Lie] - Be safe Ever- Turns to Notch- Well, shall we go cheer up with the baby?

[Notch] Yes, I think so.

[Lie] Leads him inside where CP is feeding Aether-

[Aether] Has no bib on and her whole front is covered in food-

[Notch] Somebody needs a few more lessons in where food goes-

[Blake] Uses the open door to run back inside and make a modicum of wet dog smell.

[Lie] - Blake... Go dry off by the lava

[Aether] Gets very happy at seeing Notch and waves her arms around-

[CP] Just looks tired-

[Blake] Running around happily-

[Notch] Hi Aether. Is it bathtime yet?

[Aether] Shakes her head and body-

[Lie] - I think so, I'll go grab a cauldron

[CP] - Lie... Why did Aether have to wake up BEFORE sunrise?

[Lie] - Because she hasn't figured out how night works yet

[Notch] You'd think as a native she'd get the hang of that quickly. - small smile-

[CP] - Nope, just whenever she wants

[Notch] Twiddles his fingers and smiles at the baby. - You gonna be a night owl like me? Code till dawn?

[Aether] Squeals happily-

[Lie] Returns with a cauldron- Does Farfar wanna give her a bath?

[Notch] Yeah, okay. I can do that. Give Cp a break.

[Lie] Puts in the water and CP comes over to warm it up to the right temperature-

[CP] - Careful, she's learning how to splash

[Notch] I can deal with a bit of water. And better she be happy and splashing then crying again.

[Lie] - True

[Aether] Smooshes some of the food on her chest with her hand-

[Notch] Reaches for her, - that's not what we do with food Aether.

[Aether] Laughs-

[Lie] - Come on Blake, let's get you some food while we're in here

[Blake] So quick to Lie's feet you'd think he teleported.

[Lie] Smiles and grabs some steak and mutton for the wolf-

[Notch] Gets Aether undressed and sits her in the shallow water and cupping it over her. - Yeah, you made a mess! Didn't you!

[Aether] Splashes, fascinated by how the water moves-

[Blake] Watching Notch with the baby while he's eating. - Urf...

[Notch] I'm being careful.

[Aether] Splashes Notch-

[CP] Goes and nuzzles Lie-

[Lie] - I know I know

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Bbterra (duh! XD)

>u>!!!!! mmmm

send a ship & I will answer….

bbterra || gar/tara (gatara? lmao)

who is a night owl.

i think i can actually give a solid answer with this ship, with the answer being: gar–even though it can still be sorta situational with him.

i can see tara’s mental/biological clock (???) kind of being in tune with the rise and set of the sun due to her being constantly on the move throughout a good chunk of her life–including living in like? caves and stuff?? if i remember correctly???–so she’s used to rising with the sun and going to bed with it as well since traveling in the wilderness after dark, especially during a new moon, can be challenging. it’s just kind of a habit that she’s never actively tried to break. she might try to stay up with him while he’s playing a game or watching a movie but passes out not too long into it and gar just kinda lets her drool on his shoulder.

who is a morning person.

following my thoughts above, tara’s most likely the morning person out of the two. groggy some days, fully awake other days. gar tends to be in a “sleep hangover” regardless of how much sleep he got or the events of the previous day, and the only times he can count as an early riser or morning person are on mornings where he went to bed feeling unsafe.

are they cuddlers.

oh my god yes and it’s disgusting. not literally but like. these two dweebs. i imagine in a lot of ways they’re both kind of touch-starved (i know gar is) so whenever they’re sitting around with each other, they’re touching in SOME WAY. whether it’s sitting side by side, just close enough so their arms are touching, or holding hands while sitting together/walking somewhere, maybe chilling on the couch and tara’s leaning back with just her calves draped over gar’s lap while they’re playing a game, the list goes on. they are cuddlers. literally no doubt.

who is the big spoon.

i think it alternates, kind of depending on the night, the events of the day and if someone is acting as the “comfort” to the other’s “hurt”, if that makes sense.

i dunno what your future headcanons are for tara’s height (so ignore this if i’m way off) but i can’t see gar ever outgrowing her. she’s a few inches taller than him by the time they both stop growing. this has no effect on the spooning but whatever.

but yeah, i think it alternates and might even change as the night rolls on and their sleeping positions shift and stuff. no definite answer, here.

who is the little spoon.

see above!

what is their favourite sleeping position.

i don’t think they have a favorite sleeping position, per say, but i think the one they usually fall into or wind up in (subconsciously or otherwise) would be with gar hugging tara from behind with his head/face resting in either the curve of her neck or just between her shoulder blades. usually the latter, though, because he can hear her heartbeat and finds that soothing. there’s also a 95% chance he’s holding one of tara’s hands, too.

who steals all the blankets.

… i dunno. i’m going to say tara, though.

they’re both people who are used to sleeping without blankets due to their pasts and experiences, but i see tara as more on the opportunist side and if gar doesn’t make a move to nab the blankets and she wants them, she will. gar will let her burrito herself and just grow some fur or turn into something with a thick coat or lots of blubber.

what they wear to bed.

as mentioned, gar always wears a minimum of a t-shirt and boxers to bed. sometimes a hoodie when it’s cold. never socks.

i can see tara wearing something similar, though sometimes it’s one of gar’s t-shirts, and she also enjoys wearing socks. especially long ones or really thick ones. she’s tried convincing gar to start wearing socks by means of getting a running start down a long corridor, sliding and SLAMMING INTO HIM LIKE A BOWLING BALL TO PINS but it hasn’t worked yet. although she might be wearing him down. >->

also, y’all might want to move this to another floor because raven’s getting tired of hearing gar suddenly shriek at the top of his lungs closely followed by a crash and then noxious laughter.

who likes seeing the other wearing their t-shirt.

gar gets stupid flustered and bashful whenever tara casually puts on one of his t-shirts and sometimes he’ll wear one of tara’s older/more beat up t-shirts if he’s about to do an activity that makes a mess (painting, gardening, working with an animal, etc) and she’s told him she doesn’t mind him making it dirtier.

and if you think gar’s never shamelessly worn one of her crop-tops while they were out on the city or at the beach, you’re mistaken, my friend.

who falls asleep mid-conversation.

tara. as mentioned, gar more or less has to actively make the decision to fall asleep (unless he’s literally about to collapse from extreme exhaustion), so it’s highly unlikely he’ll ever pass out mid-conversation.

they’re probably lying around talking about random stuff, jumping from subject to subject like a spider on a web and suddenly she just stops responding and he turns his head to see she’s snoring.

who wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares.

i imagine they both do. i don’t know to what extent tara’s past horrors go into (i know her country gave her and her brother their powers but idk how… traumatic that process would have been) but based off how she behaves prior to learning to control them, i can guess she’s been the cause of some crap. and gar’s been through… *rolls out 84 mile long list* … a lot… so.

yeah. these two. nightmares aren’t scarce. and i think they’re both hypocrites because they’d both want to help the other process them but, when it comes to their own demons, refuse to talk about it.

who accidentally punched the other in their sleep.

i know i’ve said this with each of these but, like, it’s a legit issue, specifically due to his time “in the custody” of eddie and bates. they’d grab him out of his sleep on nights they were drunk or just generally pissed off, so it’s basically burned into his brain that if he’s suddenly grabbed while sleeping to punch, kick or scratch the hand/arm that’s got him. he doesn’t really think enough to check who it is who’s making contact with him.

so, i’m sure he’s punched, kicked or scratched her at least once. then proceeded to spend the rest of the night sleeping on the floor or on the couch regardless of her assurances and stuff. he feels like utter trash, apologizes profusely while helping her doctor it up and is antsy about falling asleep around her for a short time.

who can’t keep their hands to themselves.

again, i don’t think either of them fall into this in it’s most extreme/literal sense. moreso see my answer to “are they cuddlers?” and that should sum it up just fine.

who said “I love you” first.

i think this is situational. though, most likely, would probably be gar, as he might blurt it out during a moment of complete joy and bliss and then fall into a panic when he realizes he did it randomly and it was awkward and unplanned and oh god oh no what will she think of me–i’m such aN IDIOT SHE DESERVES TO HEAR IT IN A MORE ROMANTIC SETTING WHY AM I L I K E THIS

who would have the other’s picture as their phone background.

tbh i can totally see them being those FREAKING DORKS who have the same or matching phone backgrounds?? like, either they both have the same picture of them at the beach/park as their phone backgrounds OR they have a picture of each other doing the same activity.

like, tara’s phone background is a picture of gar posing next to a ditto they found on Pokemon Go and gar’s phone background is a picture of tara posing next to an onix.

someone please stop them.

who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror.

THEY BOTH DO WITH STICKY NOTES AND THE MIRROR NO LONGER EXISTS.

LISTEN

there is literally a trail of sticky notes all over this freaking mirror with a full-fledged adventure of an ongoing conversation that momentarily turned into a pokemon battle that turned into a debate about who would win in a fight (dwayne the rock johnson or godzilla) that turned into tons of positive quotes and phrases that turned into a conversation about what would happen if it was safe to consume lava lamp goo and you discovered you could glow in the dark and, my god, this mirror is a mess. it’s pointless, now, aside from being used as a sticky note surface. there is no mirror, here, only multi-colored chaos.

who buys the other cheesy gifts.

i know i keep saying this but gar would 100% buy tara random gifts because they made him think of her and he just couldn’t resist the idea of making her smile, so there you go. as usual, they’re spread out so she doesn’t worry about him dumping money all over her but… he can’t be stopped, you guys, he wants to give his loved ones ALL THE NICE THINGS….

who initiated the first kiss.

*takes a long, hard stare at Betrayal as i feel my soul leave my body*

… i’m going to say tara because we can’t see gar’s face (even though he’s leaning in) and her eyes are closed, AND also because gar is kind of hesitant about being the instigator in these situations most of the time. … though the first official kiss may have been more of a nervous peck on the lips than a legit kiss, then there’s the awkward “omg you kissed me” couple of seconds where they both kind of panic about it but then after they calm down and realize it’s okay and that the feeling is mutual and they both want it, the second ‘first kiss’ is equally mutual and clumsy and awkward but WHO CARES TBH.

who kisses the other awake in the morning.

again, i think it’s less kissing the other awake and more giving each other a gentle kiss on the forehead or cheek or temple regardless of if the gesture rouses the other. they both do this, but it’s more often tara since gar’s the one who sleeps in regularly.

who starts tickle fights.

… i don’t know WHY but i’ve always headcanoned that tara isn’t ticklish at all–whereas gar IS–so when she tries to start a tickle fight and he attempts to retaliate there’s like this awkward couple of seconds where GAR USED TICKLE RIBS… … … IT’S NOT VERY EFFECTIVE and they’re both kind of like

who asks who if they can join the other in the shower.

tara most likely is the one to ask first, though it’s… very hesitant and awkward due to her having trouble asking if she can join him without DIRECTLY asking, if that makes any sense. and then he gets flustered and she gets flustered and everything’s awkward until they both just blurt “OKAY!!” at the same time and, GUESS WE’RE DOING THIS NOW.

on that note there’s, like… nothing sexual about their showers basically ever.

shared showers are spent singing bad pop-songs into their shampoo bottles, washing each other’s hair, washing each other’s injuries if needed, arguing/debating theories on whatever TV show they’re currently watching or game they’re playing, ooooor with tara pretending to be the lady from the grudge and deathrattling as her hair consumes gar while he re-inacts basically every scream in an old black and white horror movie.

… christ, you’re both losers.

who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch.

they both would!!!! it alternates on availability and stuff, but they both would absolutely do this and surprise each other with their favorite lunches.

who was nervous and shy on the first date.

i think they BOTH were, but i’d place money that gar is actively displaying his nerves/shyness while tara’s at least somewhat better at keeping her cool/keeping her nerves mostly contained, although there are glimpses of her bashful side when gar does or says something endearing or sincere.

who kills/takes out the spiders.

the first time this happens, tara is legit about to just CRUSH it with the nearest blunt object but gar literally throws himself into the line of fire and ends up getting smacked over the head with a dictionary all in the name of saving a tiny wolf spider.

after that, he starts teaching/helping tara learn how to carefully catch them in some tuba-wear and where to best release them outdoors. she hasn’t killed a spider since.

who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk.

as previously mentioned, gar refuses to drink alcohol. so, IF you think tara is one who would drink to the point of getting tipsy or drunk, it’d most likely be her.

#nvertoolate #bbterra #;silly bird lady (mun answers)#;meme: send a ship #long post for ts #[ hey they're sUPER CUTE AND I WANNA **DIE** ]

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brookeap3 · 7 years

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Beginnings First Time

A/N: Just a little continuation of this verse with Regina and Mal’s first time.

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They're meant to be studying.

Dr. Hopper’s midterm is only two days away and as much as she's already studied and prepared, taken an endless number of notes during their lectures, and as naturally skilled as she is, Regina is nervous about it. She has to do well. To prove herself not only for her own benefit, but there is a part of her that wants to prove mother’s accusations wrong. To show her she can excel here, that she does belong even if it's not Yale.

Though Mal has teased her endlessly for her stressing, she's also graciously agreed to help her study. Except they're not doing much of that at the moment.

Not when Mal’s lips are so soft and warm, and she's rubbing her thumb in circles over the skin at the base of Regina's spine, her other hand threaded securely through her dark locks. They’re laying across Mal’s bed, her leg tucked between Regina’s, papers and books scattered on the mattress around them, though neither are paying them a great deal of attention.

“Mmmmm,” Regina hums, nuzzling her nose against Mal’s as she breaks for air. “We’re supposed to be working.” She tries to point out, though her half-hearted protest quickly dies as her lips are once again caught with Mallory’s. She tastes like the coffee they’d brewed an hour ago and the strawberry lifesaver she’d popped two chapters back, and the combination is oddly sexy.

Regina’s tongue peeks out and sweeps through Mal’s mouth, twirling against hers as she tightens the arm that’s draped over her waist, hand skimming up her back and then down to rest on her denim clad hip. She loves kissing her. They’ve done quite a lot of it in the weeks since they’d made out after the women’s rally.

Oh, there’s been plenty of non physical getting to know you activities as well. Friday night movies on the lawn and Sunday excursions to the art museum. Lunches at Granny’s and coffee dates on Regina’s free afternoons. Drinks with Mal’s friends that are slowly but surely becoming hers as well. She’s made Regina dinner a few times as well, evenings that have led to several heady and aching make out sessions on Mal’s couch.

Five weeks of absolute bliss.

They’ve yet to take their relationship to the next level though. Both of them had agreed it was best to take this slow, whatever this budding romance between them means they have time to figure it out. It feels important. Too important to rush anything and risk ruining it before it even has a chance to truly blossom.

Feeling the other woman’s body pressed against hers though has heat spreading through Regina’s limbs, her mind struggling to keep theories and observations at the forefront of her thoughts when her skin tingles everywhere Mal touches her.

“We deserve a study break,” Mal mutters against her mouth, peppering light kisses along her cheekbone, down the line of her jaw. Regina can hear the smile in her voice, laced with amusement, without even seeing it. “You’ve been working so hard.”

“What about the exam?”

“Regina,” Mal murmurs, pulling away enough to gaze down at her, “you are more than prepared for this exam. Stop worrying so much.”

The retort that had been on the tip of her tongue fades away when Mallory sucks at the sensitive join of her throat and neck, swirling her tongue over Regina’s skin. Her moan is unfettered and Regina couldn’t have contained it if she’d tried. “I— mmmm. I suppose a tiny break couldn’t hurt anything.”

Mal chuckles lightly against her throat, scraping her teeth over Regina’s flesh playfully. “It will be good for you.” Blue eyes meet brown in the soft glow of the bedside lamp that illuminates the room, casting shadows around the room and across Mal’s face as she smiles down at her. “Let me clear your mind for a little while.”

Her hand lifts up to slip through Mal’s long blonde locks, forming a curtain around them, and she scratches lightly at her scalp affectionately. Nodding, Regina stretches to take Mal’s mouth with hers again, the hand not in her hair gripping at her hip.

They make out just like that for a little while. Limbs pressed together, Mal laying on top of her and hips rocking against Regina’s. One of Regina’s legs hooks around Mal’s calf, rubbing her toes over the worn denim that covers it as the blonde drags her bottom lip between her teeth.

Wandering hands and soft, breathless gasps that seem to echo around them. Warmth spreading through her veins like slow, molten lava that heats and excites even as it comforts. It’s soft and intimate. Everything Regina’s come to expect while she’s with Mal.

Her nose bumps against her girlfriend’s, streaking up into her hairline as Regina peppers kisses over her face, along her temple and down the side of her jaw, sucking at her skin lightly along the way. It makes Mal gasp, grinding her hips a little more insistently against Regina’s as she swirls her tongue into the hollow of her throat, bites at her earlobe and whispers how beautiful she is.

As the minutes wear on and their kisses become needier, headier, all tongues and teeth and quiet gasps, desire seems to morph into a tangible emotion within the room. The air thick and dripping with the simmering passion between them. Regina digs her teeth into Mal’s lip, sweeps her tongue over and into her mouth and then lets out a long, low moan when Mal mirrors the action against her throat a moment later.

“Oh god, I want you so much.” Regina cries out, not giving a second thought to the desperate plea until she feels Mal still above her, levering up on her elbow to look down at her curiously.

She studies her for a moment, an expression Regina can’t quite read on her face before she whispers, “Do you trust me?” There’s a hint of vulnerability in the way she asks it that she’s never heard in the other woman’s voice before.

Regina’s breath catches in her throat, and she’s already struggling to draw air in and out of her lungs at the feel of Mal on top of her, her thigh anchored between Regina’s legs. But she stops long enough to consider the question, staring up into those blue eyes that had mesmerized her from the moment she’d first seen them and feels a steady sense of ease wash over her.

She’s safe with Mal.

So the brunette nods slowly, a hint of a smile tipping the corners up her mouth up as she responds, “More than anything,” and lifts her head up to capture Mal’s lips with hers. The other woman groans, stroking her thumb back and forth over Regina’s cheek as they kiss and kiss, her hips rocking into hers, seeking a bit more friction.

It feels wonderful. Like nothing she’s ever felt before. She’s been with men before, is definitely not a virginal flower. Her high school boyfriend, Daniel, had been sweet and caring as they’d explored all the delights and sensations two people can share between their bodies, hearts, and minds. And there’d been that drunken one night stand with Graham her first semester, a bit of fooling around with David that lives on the floor below her in her dorm.

However, she’s never been with a woman, and despite how much she cares about Mallory, how damn crazy she is about her girlfriend, she’s been hesitant to take this new physical step. It’s another layer of intimacy she hasn’t been sure she’s ready for up until now. Fears of not being good enough or of doing something wrong holding her back. Nerves still skitter up her spine, but as Mal’s mouth kisses down the side of her neck, along her collarbone, lightly sucking at her skin and sending sparks of pleasure spreading through her limbs, Regina doesn’t feel an ounce of hesitation now.

This is right. It feels right and there is no one else in the world she wants to take this first step with.

Smiling at her own revelation, Regina’s hands slide between their bodies, up Mal’s torso to cup her breasts in her hands and give them a light squeeze. Her thumbs circle around the hardened nipples she can feel between the light cotton fabric of her t-shirt and bra, encouraged at the light groans of delight the movement elicits from Mal.

Growing bolder, Regina slips one of her hands beneath her shirt, appreciating the smooth, soft skin of her torso as it creeps higher and higher until she can stroke over the lacy cups of Mal’s bra. She continues her same actions, teasing both of them as the minutes tick by until it appears Mal wants more and sits up on the bed quickly, straddling Regina’s hips. Lifting the hem of her Stones t-shirt over her head and tossing it haphazardly somewhere across the room, she looks down at Regina in nothing more than her navy blue colored bra, her breasts clearly visible through the material, and grins.

The sight takes Regina’s breath away. Her index finger reaches out to trail over the top edge of Mal’s bra, over the swells of her breasts and she whispers, “You’re amazing. I have no idea what you’re doing with me, but you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

A smile forms over Mal’s face, but her eyes are puzzled as Regina finishes her statement. One of her hands finds Regina’s on the bed, and she laces their fingers together and brings their joined hands to her lips, placing a light kiss to her knuckles. Regina admires the way their hands look intertwined for a moment before she’s focusing back on Mal as she brushes a lock of hair away from Regina’s face and leans back down.

Pressing her lips to Regina’s she sinks into the kiss, something sweet and pure, before she tells her against her mouth, “I’m with you because you’re amazing too, Regina.”

Regina’s heart trips over in her chest, pounding painfully against her rib cage as Mal covers her mouth again, gently licking at the seam of her lips and twirling her tongue against hers. She feels it happen. If there was a moment, a singular moment to pinpoint exactly when her heart fell head over heels in love with this woman, this is it.

It overwhelms her, the sudden rush of feeling, of affection and love for this woman, and all she wants is to be closer to her. As close as she possibly can be for as long as she will let her. Forever.

Her arms slip around her torso, reaching up for the hook of her bra and easily slipping it between her fingers. Tossing it away, Regina cups her breasts in her palms before lifting her head to suck a firm nipple into her mouth. Her skin is soft and warm, pliant in her grasp as she sucks and nips at Mal’s flesh. For a minute, Regina worries if she’s doing it well, but the tiny gasps and breathy moans Mal releases while stroking up and down her arms encourage her to continue, switching eagerly to the other breast for another few minutes.

Then she’s gently directing Regina’s mouth back to hers and the brunette sinks into the kiss, rubbing her nose over Mal’s cheek, against her own as she urges Regina to sit up a bit.

Apparently Mal’s decided she’s wearing far too many clothes, and it’s not a sentiment Regina doesn’t agree with herself. So she aids the blonde in lifting the baggy sweatshirt she’d adorned in preparation for their evening here. Mal runs hot, several degrees warmer than everyone around her, and keeps her apartment at arctic levels at all times as a result.

Thankfully, she’d decided to forgo anything except a bra beneath the sweatshirt. And in no time at all, she’s as bare from the waist up as Mallory. Her girlfriend smiles at her, eyes dark and deep as they sweep over Regina’s chest. Stroking a finger tip lightly down her sternum, Mal tells her, “You’re so soft, so beautiful. I love touching you. Feeling you beneath my hands.”

Those hands are now swirling random patterns over the sides of her breasts, teasing over the swells, pinching her nipples between thumb and forefinger and, God, it feels good. So, so good. Regina groans, arches her chest into Mal’s experienced hands and revels in the sensations she can evoke from her.

“I love the way you touch me,” she murmurs breathlessly, a hint of the shyness she hasn’t quite shaken sneaking into her tone.

Regina’s hands rest on her hips, rubbing her thumbs over Mal’s flat torso as their gazes never waiver from each other as they explore one another’s bodies. Ducking her head, Mal takes Regina’s mouth with her’s once more, sinking her teeth into her bottom lip and rocking her hips into Regina’s. Her hand slips lower, to in between Regina’s thighs and she rubs over her aching core through the thin material of her leggings.

It makes her groan pleasantly into Mal’s mouth, whining a bit and wishing for more. She must know, must sense it, because she increases the pressure a bit, rubbing firmly right over Regina’s clit and her head falls back on a long moan. Mal wastes no time in lowering her mouth to the column of her throat, licking a line from base to jaw, up to her ear where she whispers, “Does that feel good, babe?”

“Uh-huh,” Regina moans, her hands gripped into the comforter beneath her for purchase now as she rocks her hips up into Mal’s touch as best she can. There’s not much room for mobility, but even so, it feels wonderful. She wants more. Isn’t sure exactly what, and doesn’t know how to ask for it, but she wants it all the same.

Once again, Mal seems to read her mind, and she chuckles against Regina’s skin, kisses lightly at her jaw and then urges her to lie back on the mattress. Shimmying between Regina’s legs, she hooks her fingers in the waistband of Regina’s leggings, tugging them down and off of her. Mal rids herself of her own jeans and underwear before her hands skim up Regina’s calf slowly, over the inside of her thighs as she watches her. Running a single finger over the damp silk of Regina’s panties, and Mal smiles when it makes Regina moan and bite her lower lip.

“I want to taste you,” she tells her quietly, in that husky bedroom voice that makes goosebumps erupt over Regina’s flesh. “To make you feel good.” Her gaze is steady on Regina’s, patient, waiting, as she asks, “Will you let me show you?”

Regina nods, licking her suddenly dry lips as Mal smiles and discards her underwear along with her leggings, landing on top of the pile of clothing. And then she’s bare. Completely naked before her and she feels the flush of heat over her skin. But Mal is looking at her like she’s the most beautiful woman on earth and it settles her nerves a little.

Of course, that honor belongs to the woman who is stroking her hands over her skin, easing her into relaxing as she situates herself between her thighs. For the thousandth time since they’ve started dating, Regina thanks whatever force in the universe had brought this woman into her life.

Then she stops thinking altogether.

Mal licks a line up her slit, slow and easy and Regina moans at the feeling. Warmth and heat centered just where her body is begging for attention most. It’s not the same. Mal knows just how to tease her, how much pressure to apply with her tongue, how to scrape her teeth over Regina’s sensitive flesh to make her shudder. When her tongue dips inside her it feels like nothing Regina has ever experienced before.

She doesn’t rush, works her up slowly, lapping up the quickly growing evidence of her desire as she hums against Regina’s core. The vibrations only add to the richly, glorious sensation Mal is giving her. “Oh god,” Regina gasps, her fingers grasping at long blonde locks to anchor herself. “Mal…”

Grinning from between her thighs, Mal watches her, blue eyes dark with lust and arousal. Teases her tongue against her in slow, flat licks as she watches Regina’s shallow breathing, the rise and fall of her breasts.

“Do you like this, babe?” Mal questions, kissing lightly at the skin of her inner thigh.

“Yes, yes, please, Mal, I need—” Regina’s mind struggles to string together a coherent thought, distracted by the way Mal’s mouth brushes over her skin, hands stroking the outside of her thighs as she inches her way back toward where Regina really wants her. Need what, Regina? She mutters, low and throatily and it’s just as distracting as her mouth as Regina groans, “I need you to—” her voice trails off on a loud moan as Mal’s mouth is suddenly sucking at her clit. Hard, firm sucks that make every nerve ending inside her body pulse with pleasure.

Every thought besides how amazing it feels, how wonderful it is to have Mal doing this to her, flees. She’s a squirming mess of sensations and with every suck, she’s pulled closer and closer to the edge of bliss. Her tongue circles the tiny nub, flicking against it rapidly. Over and over again. Regina’s hips lifting to press harder against her girlfriend’s mouth.

Her hands find her hips, holding her steady as sharp stabs of pleasure zip and zing from her center outward. Regina’s breath backs up in her lungs, trapped as her body writhes under Mallory’s attention. “Mmmm, feels— so— good—”

It’s a quick, fast tumble, taking Regina by surprise as suddenly it all becomes too much and she’s crying out as her muscles spasm, throbbing deliciously while Mal licks at her release, muttering sweet nothings against her while Regina rides out her orgasm. She barely hears them though, blood pounding in her ears, body quaking with the after shocks as she gradually returns to the present.

She becomes aware of what’s around her again. The quiet humming of the air conditioning, the shouting group of drunken students passing outside the window, Mal’s lips pressed to her skin affectionately. They’ve made a mess of the bed, comforter crumpled from where Regina’s hands had wrung it, extra pillows skewed sideways, the papers and forgotten textbooks that had been surrounding them toppled to the floor. The realization nearly makes her snicker.

So much for studying.

Drawing deep breaths, Regina runs her fingers through Mal’s hair, brushing it back from her face and smiling dopily down at her before urging her up, and Mal crawls back up her body. Their mouths meet without hesitation and Regina can taste herself on Mal’s tongue, startled for a moment by the realization. She’s just gone down on her. Let her bring her to climax with only lips and tongue and teeth and it had been incredible.

Better than anything Regina’s experienced with a man before. Idly, she wonders if it’s simply the fact it’s different or if it’s because it was Mallory, because she’s head over heels for this amazing woman.

Mal nestles her nose against her cheek affectionately, “You okay?” she asks. Her body is resting half on top of Regina’s, their legs intertwined as her hand strokes up and down her side from hip to the underside of her breast. She enjoys the pleasant weight of it, the heat of Mal’s skin radiating off her, seeping into her flesh.

It’s clear she’s checking up on her, making sure that Regina’s still comfortable with this new intimacy, that they haven’t taken anything too far. Love bubbles inside her, and Regina nods, leans back just far enough for her chocolate eyes to meet Mal’s bright blue and assures her, “Spectacular.”

Mischievous delight sneaks into the blonde’s gaze and she grins, leaning forward and pecking a light kiss to Regina’s lips. “Good,” she replies, her eyes sweeping down Regina’s form. “You’re gorgeous. Exquisite.”

The words have a blush creeping into Regina’s cheeks. She’s hardly ever been called that before, a lifetime of growing up under the weight of her mother’s scrutiny unconducive to such regard. But Mal makes her feel like it’s true, knows that that’s genuinely how she sees her. It’s a wonderful feeling.

Regina kisses her fiercely, sweeping her tongue into her mouth and tangling it with Mal’s. The other woman groans, presses her naked body harder against Regina’s. Joy and desire pumping through her veins. She wants to make Mal feel this way, like her body is golden and liquid fire. Cherished the way Mal has made her feel.

Her hand slips between their bodies, finds its way between Mal’s legs and rubs slowly, hesitantly. But she’s slick and warm. So, so warm and Regina can’t help but moan in tandem with the blonde as her finger strokes through her folds. She does it a few more times, growing bolder in her touch with every gasp Mal lets loose, her eyes closed as she revels in what Regina is doing to her.

It’s unbelievably arousing, knowing that she can do this to her. That even with her lack of experience, her uncertainty, it doesn’t matter. She can still bring this woman who’s captured her heart pleasure, can make her feel good. Why have they waited so long to do this?

Pride whips through Regina. Ever the eager student, she approaches her task with glee. Learning with every moan and shudder what Mal likes. She presses three of her fingers firmly against her clit, rubbing back and forth and Mal groans and wrenches her mouth from Regina’s on a low moan, burying her face against her neck. Her middle finger circles slowly around it, teasingly and Mal groans, pleads, “Regina—”

Slowly, cautiously, Regina dips a single finger inside her, pumps it in and out of her once, twice as she asks quietly, “Is this right?”

Mal chuckles, but Regina is quickly reassured as she replies eagerly in a raspy voice, “More than.” The blonde props herself up on an elbow, smiling down at her as her hand affectionately pushes a stray hair from Regina’s forehead, brushing down her bicep and then cupping one of her breasts, pinching her nipple. “You’re perfect, babe. I love it, love how you make me feel. Love being close with you like this.” Her voice blankets around her, makes Regina shiver.

Ducking her head, Mal kisses her again. There’s not as much heat in this one as some of their others, but it’s slow and sweet, emotions pouring out of her and filling Regina. Her lips slant over hers, deepening the kiss as her hand massages her breast in a way that has tingles spreading through her.

Bolstered by Mal’s praise, Regina adds a second finger, thrusting deeper inside her. Her palm grinds against her clit, applying a steady pressure to the tiny bundle of nerves as she fingers Mal that makes the blonde groan and rock her hips into Regina’s hand harder and harder. Their legs are a tangled mess of limbs, bodies slick with a slight sheen of sweat, despite the air conditioning blasting through the room.

Regina breaks out of their kiss, suddenly thankful for Mallory’s height over her because it makes it easy to dip her head and take one of Mal’s pert nipples into her mouth, suckling it, causing her to moan softly, hand cupped at the back of her head to hold her in place. The combined stimulation seems to be working for Mal so Regina keeps it up. Sucks at her tits, uses teeth and tongue to tease them as her fingers plunge into her.

Following her instincts, thinking of how she would want to be touched, what drives her wild, Regina works Mal up, curling her fingers inside her at just the right angle to have her girlfriend keening into her ear, moaning encouragement. She’s growing slicker and slicker, her muscles quivering in anticipation of that peak.

“Just like this?” Regina asks, breath hot against Mal’s breast.

She nods, eyes squeezed shut, hips jerking against Regina’s hand. “Yes. Har— harder.” Mal requests breathlessly as Regina grinds her hand a bit more firmly against her. Happy to comply, Regina picks up her pace, thrusting her fingers into her harder and faster. It’s a bit odd to her, an entirely new experience to be on this end of giving pleasure like this but also enjoyable. She’s watching Mal’s face now, observing the flickers of bliss that move over her features.

Questing, Regina adds a third finger, stretching Mal a bit more, and that appears to be exactly what she needs because she cries out on the next pass. “Gods. Yes. Oh… Regina...” Her hips are jerking against Regina’s hand, seeking more.

Regina gives it to her. She scissors her fingers a bit inside her, coated with Mal’s arousal they slip and slide easily, reaching as deeply as she can manage. Her thumb circles around Mal’s clit, making the other woman shudder, body jolting at the sudden surge of sensation.

After another few moments, Regina feels it. The way Mal’s body tenses all of a sudden, poised, then her walls are clenching around Regina’s fingers and breath rushes out against her skin as she moans low and deeply, burying her face in Regina’s neck, kissing her collarbone as she comes. She keeps up the movement of her fingers for a little longer, slowing the way she slides them in and out of her, until finally she lets them slip out entirely.

Because she’s curious, the memory of herself on Mal’s lips at the edges of her mind, and because she hasn’t gotten to taste her girlfriend yet, Regina brings her fingers to her lips, dipping them inside her mouth. Regina groans at the sweet, tangy flavor, licking Mal’s release from her fingers for a moment before she’s wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her body close to hers.

The blonde hums contentedly, maneuvering a bit so that the two of them are lying more on their sides rather than Mal on top of Regina and mirrors her position. Her leg hooks over Regina’s hip, drawing her close as she smiles at her and rests her forehead against hers. “How do you feel?” She questions quietly, breath ghosting over Regina’s lips.

Regina smiles happily, scoots just a bit closer and wiggles one of her legs between Mal’s. “I feel pretty fabulous.” Mal grins, tells her, I’m glad. Drawing random patterns over her back, Regina returns her question with a hesitant, “You?”

There’s still that hint of uncertainty, even with Mal’s orgasm under her belt. She wants to make sure that the other woman’s gotten as much pleasure out of this new step in their relationship as Regina has. That she’s done well.

Mal’s voice is warm and rich as she replies softly, “Satisfied,” her mouth finds Regina’s, lips soft and gentle, “happy,” she presses a kiss to her temple, “content.” There’s so much affection dripping from Mal’s words, it causes a rush of emotion through Regina’s body.

She grins as Mal shifts out of her arms momentarily to reach for the blanket draped over the end of the bed and pulls it up and over their naked forms. It’s not much, but it will do to stave off the chill for now. Though Mallory’s a furnace all on her own. They settle back into each other’s embrace, wrapped up under fleece and one another’s body heat. Her head tucks itself beneath Mal’s chin, lying lightly on her shoulder as the two of them cuddle.

“Still worried about that exam?” Mal asks, her hands stroking up and down Regina’s spine. It makes her laugh, the stress of the their upcoming midterm completely forgotten in the events of the evening.

“We’ll worry about it tomorrow.” Regina answers, perfectly content to spend the next while dozing in her girlfriend’s arms.

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thaddy-writes · 6 years

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Noriel was mid-cry as she ate into a small bag of Cheez-its when she suddenly popped into Drenz’s room.

“Mmmm!” was the first thing that all the occupants heard as she collapsed onto the floor. Her phone clattered next to her and several other small bags of Cheez-its flopped around it. No one seemed to be bothered by this happenstance.

Noriel, still moaning in distress, picked up the stray pieces of cheese crackers that fell onto the floor and stuffed them into her mouth.

She then stood up with ears twitched down and tail drooping as she walked towards Drenz’s bed and sat upon it in a smooth move. Not once did she stop eating her snack and moaning, in what seemed to be despair, around her food.

Drenz picked up her phone and snacks and placed them next to her and was rewarded with a clumsy pat on his fins that left crumbs.

The room was humid and dark for the curtains were closed, therefore blocking what little moonlight that was able to break through the heavy clouds, and the humidifier was on full blast. (The only thing keeping it from being stifling was the cool temperature of Drenz’s room that somehow always managed to feel comfortable to everyone in spite different preferences.) The only thing that illuminated it was a single lamp on the corner of Drenz’s bed and the bioluminescent plants and lava lamps situated at various spots in the room.

Despite all the moisture in the air, none of it permeated through the clothing that the occupants wore since everything was warded against getting wet. This room was tailored for beings like Drenz.

Said person was watching his crush stuff her face in despair. He then squinted at her before his fins flared out from his head in shock. Drenz covered his face and turned his back towards the girl on his bed as his fins wavered in embarrassment.

A muffled toilet flush could be heard before the sound got louder as Ji-Hyun the witch walked out of it. She gave Drenz a side long glance and raised an eyebrow at him as she washed her hands. Drying her hands, she meandered over to him and passed him to go towards the spot where Noriel fell.

“Noriel, my guy what is your problem?” she finally asked as she knelt before the summoning circle that brought the weeping girl into the room.

She touched the still glowing circle and withdrew the energy powering it. Ji glanced at Nori before looking back at her with a small frown.

“Nori... Are you naked?” Ji-Hyun asked, “You’re kinda blending in with the dark.”

Indeed, the heart-eater was. Her inhumanly dark skin seemed to suck in any light that emanated towards her, leaving the only thing visible her pupils that seemed to glow and the whites of her sharp teeth (that aren’t able to be seen due to the amount of eating that she was currently doing).

Nori paused in her wailing and eating to look down from the lofted bed at the witch.

“Nnnnooo....” she said quietly, voice suddenly a stark opposite to the rather loud racket she was making the moment before.

“...” Ji-Hyun gave her a flat look before turning around.

“Drenz!” she called.

“Already on it,” he said, suddenly appearing (when did he disappear?) with a large t-shirt that fits snuggly on him.

It'll be rather baggy on Nori.

“Don’t touch me with that shirt!” she hissed as she tried to scramble further onto the bed to get away.

Her attempts at escaping were quickly aborted however when he grabbed the furred tip of her whip-like tail firmly. Several weak attempts to escape and one pouty face later, Noriel was some-what dressed and very much unhappy about it.

“Now that wasn’t too bad was it?” Ji-Hyun asked without taking her eyes off the chalk written summoning circle. Her eyes narrowed, and she poked at one of the lit candles encircling it.

“Ugh!” Nori threw her hands up in disgust. “I just don’t understand the value of clothing and need to dress oneself in it and how much society in of itself wants it! Like come on! People actually judge another if they don’t have the latest fashion brands or aren’t up to the fashion standards of that season. You can do so many other things with that energy, like you know, vote! If more of us, those with functioning brains and common sense, voted, so many dumbasses wouldn’t be in office, I.e. the dumb orange.”

While Noriel was ranting, there was a knock at the door. Drenz, the host, didn’t bulge in his spot facing Nori.

“Aren’t you gonna get that?” Ji-Hyun asked, looking up at the aquatic being. She then scoffed at the soft expression that he wore as he listened to Nori.

“Love-sick fool,” she muttered with fondly rolled eyes as she stood up to let whoever was knocking at the door in.

Ji opened the door and grinned at the newcomer. Her arms were suddenly full as the person launched themselves into her arms and kissed her forehead.

“Hey Avi-davi,” Ji-Hyun greeted, letting the door close.

“Heeey Jiji!” they chirped back as they leaned away from her and walked further into the room.

“Hey guys- oh gosh Nori!” Avidan touched their chest, mocked affronted, “Are you naked?”

Ji-Hyun's smile dropped as she looked at Noriel once more. The shirt that she wore was now being worn by Drenz’s face. He took if off and shook his hair out before making a motion to put the shirt back on her, but then Noriel nimbly climbed off the bed outside of his range.

“Never mind the fact that I’m naked! Listen-” Noriel stomped over to the trash can to throw away her empty bag, “I know it sucked to have the threat of nuclear war loom over our heads, but damn the fact that we’re now chill with North Korea? It really sucks to live in America as it is now. Where’s the values that founded it?”

Noriel’s appearance suddenly melted away into the many shadows that was in the room before she reappeared on top of Drenz’s bed sitting on all of his clothing, arms crossed and expression full of self-satisfaction.

“You really feel strongly about this, huh?” Avidan said laughingly as they walked further into the room.

“Hell yeah I do,” Nori confirmed as she opened another back of Cheez-its.

She then began to upend the back into her mouth. The sight of Nori choking down crackers as fast as possible without unhinging her jaw was offputting to say the least.

“Noriel,” Drenz rubbed at his brow before gesturing at the woman frantically tearing into the bag of Cheez-its, “What is it that you’re going through?”

Noriel paused. Her eerily glowing eyes seemed to shine even brighter as they landed on Drenz. She put the bag down. Inhaled. Then threw her head back and let out a muffled cry, mouth still filled with chewed up cheese squares, as she regressed into her previous hysterics.

“These Scrambled Junior Cheez-its don’t taste like the regular ones and now I know why my roommate and stopped eating them,” she moaned dejectedly as she continued eating them.

“Is that-?”

“-Aaaand, I think I’m having an anxiety attack,” Nori finished.

“...” The spines of Drenz’s hair fins extended all the way out as his shoulders hitched up and then retracted as they relaxed back down. “...Why do you think you’re having an anxiety attack?”

“I keep accidentally stepping and kicking my cat and I’m afraid that she’s gonna hate me cuz she can’t understand that I’m sorry-”

“Waitwaitwait-” Avidan cut in suddenly, holding up their hands to stop Nori’s words, “How the hell do you accidentally kick a cat?”

“Listen before you judge!” Nori pleaded to everyone before explaining.

“Okay, so not only is it dark in the room but the cat is black and we just so happen to also have a black carpet. So, like, I be walking and stuff, and then suddenly there’s a fucking cat getting flanged all over.”

“Don’t you look before you step?” Ji-Hyun asked exasperatedly.

“I do!” Nori insisted, “But the cat has fucking legs Ji! She moves when I move and now I’m sad.”

Noriel pouted and threw her empty bag onto Drenz’s desk. He blinked and frowned and silently went over to throw it away, mumbling under his breath about how messy soggy crumbs are. When he returned by Nori’s side, she began to play with his hair, rubbing at the layers of fins that it was made of, much to his immense pleasure.

Ji huffed out a mighty breath and blew out all the candles as well as shifting the air throughout the room. Avidan’s bangs fluttered and they fixed them while giving the squatting witch a concerned look.

“I just don’t understand that each time I summon you, you’re naked,” Ji-Hyun said as she slumped onto her bottom.

“Then just don’t summon me?” Noriel suggested nonchalantly.

Her perked ears and swishing tail belayed her excitement at the prospect.

Ji-Hyun rolled her eyes. “Ugh, no see-”

The witch reached into her pocket to pull out a worn, folded piece of paper. She clasped it between her hands in front of her and with a quick, muttered breath, the paper disappeared. In its place was a thick tomb of a book that took both of Ji-Hyun's arms to hold. With little difficulty, she opened it and began to flip through it.

“If there’s something wrong with the spell I’m using then I have to tweak it,” she explained, “And to do that, I have to go through the book and find each and individual sigil that makes up the spell and there’s so manyyyy- but!”

Ji-Hyun held up a smaller book from within the tomb with a triumphant cry.

“I found my cheat sheet!”

“So, wait,” Noriel interrupted, “A summoning spell is pretty much made of... tiny other spells?”

Avidan snorted and nudged Ji-Hyun whom was fighting down a smile.

“Don’t let no old timer spell caster hear you say that,” Avidan said with a wry smile, “But yep! A summoning spell takes different sigils, or intents as the priests call them, and combines them to call a specific person.”

“Ah, so it’s basically like a special sentence to summon a person,” Noriel said thoughtfully, one ear perking up in curiosity.

“Crass, but you’re getting it,” Ji-Hyun said as she continued to flip through the booklet and examine her circle, “Of course, you won’t be able to reverse engineer your way out of being a summonee, however.”

Both of her ears lowered, and she looked away from the witch with a twisted expression. Both Drenz and Avidan sent dirty looks at the witch.

Ji-Hyun sucked her teeth and looked away from their gazes as she closed the booklet with a snap.

“Sorry Nori,” she said as she put the booklet back into the tomb.

With a tap-tap, the tomb poofed away and the folded paper took its place. Ji-Hyun pocketed it and stretched her back.

“Good news, everything is just fine,” she announced. “It just Nori being herself that’s causing the spell to act up.”

Noriel’s ears perked up as she paused in petting Drenz’s hair (making him grunt in displeasure at her stopping). “Really? How?”

The witch pointed to one sigils.

“See that one and how it takes up most of the circle?” she asked. Once Nori nodded, she continued, “That sigil roughly means “to be concern” which basically means that it will not only bring the summonee, but it will also bring something that the summonee cares about most, as long as it is near the person’s general vicinity.”

“Ah, so that’s why I have my phone,” Noriel said, one ear raising back up slowly.

Then both perked up as she gasped. Nori hopped of the bed and looked under it for a moment before looking at the rest of the room with a wild expression.

“Did it bring my cat too?!” She asked frantically before she began clicking for the missing cat.

“Stop looking under stuff, you’re still naked-” Drenz voice called out, sounding strangled at the sight of Nori bending down right in front of him.

“No, this particular calling spell only brings non-living items,” Ji-Hyun answered, making Nori’s sudden search end, “... So that means that the spell is working just fine. You just don’t care too much for clothes.”

“Of course I don’t like clothing!” Nori retorted, standing akimbo, “It’s has no purpose whatsoever for me since I have no genitalia!”

“Oops, I’ve gotten her started-” Ji-Hyun lamented.

“So you only care about your phone and food huh-?” Avidan mused.

“Hush you! It’s not my fault that the majority of you are brain washed into thinking that wearing cloth on your body is a necessity. That going without it is “public nudity” and that “it’s illegal and a crime”.”

“Noriel-” Drenz called out exasperatedly, still covering his face.

“I just feel-”

“-That seems to be the problem.” Ji-Hyun finished.

Noriel sputtered.

#My writing #OC #original characters #modern fantasy #fantasy #trump mentions i.e dumb orange #college au or an au of an au

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