#i've always loved it but got burnt out a bit because it was like every day obsessing and now i'm reminded why i was obsessed!

[ducktracy]

Rewatched Book Revue and can feel the fanaticism I once (and still do!) held for it dripping back into my bloodstream as I find myself mindlessly redrawing poses from the model sheet in MS Paint

[archangeldyke-all]

Subtop amab sevika please? Making her beg to fuck you and call her a good girl when she makes you cum 🥺

hehehehe gonna combine this with another ask i got too

sevika begs to eat you out ? 😋

i'm gonna continue the amab ceo trend we've got going on, because i've become emotionally attached to her lmaoo. thank u @love-sugarr for the inital prompt that started it all <3

enjoy!

men and minors dni

as much as she likes taking charge, and as good as it she is, sometimes sevika needs to turn her mind off.

she works really fucking hard during the days. you're constantly impressed by her knowledge, her ability to read situations, her quick decision making and her mental math. she's incredible.

and sometimes, she gets burnt out.

sometimes she comes home from work and collapses into a heap on the bed, groaning and wanting nothing more than to fall asleep and turn her brain off.

before you were together, she'd spend these nights drinking and smoking and flipping through shitty tv shows.

but now, she's got a much better way to turn her brain off.

it doesn't happen often, but when it does, you can always tell.

like today.

by lunchtime, sevika's eyes had glazed over with exhaustion..

on the drive home, she was completely silent, not even teasing you when you hit the curb pulling out of the parking lot.

at home, she walked right past her home gym, heading to the bedroom to starfish out on the bed and stare at the ceiling.

and now it's dinner, and sevika hasn't even tried her food.

enough is enough. it's time for you to take care of your girl.

sevika's got her head in her hand, her eyes glazed over and staring off into space. she doesn't even register you getting up from the table.

sevika blinks back to reality when you pull her chair out from the table and sit yourself down in her lap.

"wha?" she asks. you grin.

"hey, baby." you say. sevika blinks and gulps.

"hi." she whispers. you lean forward and press a kiss to her forehead. sevika's eyelashes flutter.

"you okay?" you ask. she hums.

"'m fine." she says. you smirk, reaching up to scratch against her scalp. she sighs.

"you're spacey." you say. "and tired." you add on.

sevika huffs. "i'm okay, really." she says, always hesitant to admit her weaknesses. you glare at her and she sighs, rolling her eyes. "fuckin' hate it when you do that." she says. you laugh.

"do what?" you ask.

"see right through me." she grumbles. you lean forward to press a kiss to her cheek.

"you like it." you say. sevika's lips twitch up at the sides. "plus, you're not hard to read. 's just that everyone else's too scared to call you out on it."

sevika chuckles. "and you're fucking insane and have no sense of self preservation." she says. you laugh.

"or i'm smarter than all those stupid fuckers and i know a catch when i see one." you say, winking. sevika snorts and winds her hands around your waist.

"something like that." she says, nuzzling her head against your chest.

for a few minutes, you just hold her against you, letting her nuzzle against your tits and breathe in your scent. you scratch at her scalp, kissing her hair every other minute.

when the tension in her shoulders disappears, and she's putty in your hands, you know you can start the next phase of your plan.

winding your hand through her hair, you gently tug sevika's head back so you can look in her eyes.

"wanna turn your brain off for a bit?" you ask. sevika blinks up at you.

"it's too early for bed." she says, confused. you laugh and swoop down to kiss her lips, swiping your tongue over her bottom lip before nipping it, pulling away when she gasps.

"i was thinkin' about something else. the bed'll be involved, but we won't be sleeping." you say.

you watch as sevika's mind slowly catches up to you, her eyes growing wide, her lips parting. she gulps, then speaks.

"yes, please." she whispers. you grin, and kiss her again.

dinner grows cold on the table, forgotten as you and sevika make out on your bed.

she's always so sensitive when she's like this. right now, she's shivering beneath you as you suck on her tongue and gently scratch your nails down her sides.

it takes a while for her to melt into her subbier head-space, but you know she's there when she starts whimpering beneath you, unable to take her eyes off you each time you pull away, her hands clawing into your hips and her thighs squeezing together beneath you.

"you okay?" you tease her. she whines.

"i-- i--"

you kiss her nose, and sevika's eyes cross as she tries to keep her gaze focused on you. when you pull away, sevika gulps.

"i'm okay." she whispers, her voice shaky.

you giggle. "you seem a little flustered, babe." you tease her. she blinks, too far gone to defend herself.

"want you." she admits. you smile.

"yeah?"

"so bad." she says, nodding.

"how do you want me?" you ask, starting to grind little circles against her bulge from where you're straddling her lap. she takes a shaky breath.

"however you'll have me." she whispers. you laugh.

"gonna have to be more specific than that, baby. i got about a million things i wanna do to you at any given moment."

sevika doesn't answer, she's too busy squirming beneath you. you laugh and flick her forehead.

"i asked you a question." you say.

"i, uh, what was it?" she asks, a blush blooming on her cheeks. you smile.

"what do you want from me?" you ask. sevika gulps.

"your cunt." she says honestly. you grin.

"i know that, honey, you gotta tell me how you want it." you say as you slowly begin to unbutton her shirt.

she's distracted again, panting like she's run a marathon as she watches your fingers slowly free her chest of her button up. you pull it over her shoulders, then unclasp her bra, freeing her tits. when she still doesn't answer, you flick her nipples. she squeaks and jumps.

"answer my question." you demand. sevika takes a shaky breath and shakes her head to clear it.

"on my mouth." she says. you smile.

"there you go honey, there's my good girl."

the nickname does something to sevika, and suddenly the distracted cloudy look in her eyes vanishes, replaced by pure desperation and lust. you laugh at her.

"gotta tell you though, baby," you continue, "that's a pretty big ask." you tease.

in reality, you're soaked. your clit's throbbing at the prospect of getting sevika's mouth on you, and you'd never deny an opportunity to get head from your girl. sevika knows this, too, or at least, she usually does.

right now, though, she's all subby and sweet and stupid, licking her lips as her big puppy eyes look up at you, waiting for your next command.

"you might have to beg for it." you say.

sevika whimpers, and in her pants, her cock twitches.

you slide off her lap and she pouts at the loss. you take your time laying against the pillows, seductively spreading your still clothed legs, and beckoning sevika forward with a crooked finger.

she scrambles to get between your legs, desperate to be near you again. you laugh and sling your hands over her shoulders, pulling her down for a kiss.

she moans against your mouth, sinking her hips against yours to grind her clothed cock against your cunt. you tug her hair and she whines.

"who said you could do that?" you ask, glaring up at her. she gulps and looks away.

"'m sorry." she whispers. you smirk and press a kiss to her cheek, then shove her away from you.

"get naked." you command. sevika nods and almost falls on her ass with how quickly she scrambles off the bed to pull her pants off. you have to reach out to grab her elbow and steady her as she trips over the legs of her pants, eager to get back to you on the bed.

when she's back between your legs, you can practically see her tail wagging in excitement as she awaits your next command. you smile and lean forward to peck her lips, then pull away to take in her naked form.

her cock's hard and twitching, bumping against her abs each time it pulses. there's a very tempting little bead of pre forming on the tip, and you have to bite your lip to remind yourself that you're the one who's in charge tonight.

"now strip me. but no touching." you say, pointing at her. she nods, then shoots forward to tear at your clothes.

you hear a few seams rip in her hurry, but decide not to chastise her. at this point, you're way too fucking horny to care about your clothes.

in a flash, your naked beneath her, and sevika's licking her lips as her eyes trail up and down your body. you laugh.

"see somethin' you like?" you ask. sevika nods, not taking her eyes off your tits. "wanna touch?" you ask. sevika nods again.

"yes, yes, please." she whispers. you smile.

"where?"

"anywhere." she replies. you laugh.

"gimmie your hands." you demand, reaching out to take her hands into yours. you slowly trail her hands down your sides, until they're on your hips. "keep 'em there." you say. sevika nods so hard a piece of her hair escapes her tiny ponytail, falling into her face. you smile and reach up to tuck it behind her ear.

"there's my baby. my pretty girl." you praise her. you watch in fascination as sevika's hips hump the air and her chest trembles with the shaky breath the words bring out of her. "you like that?" you ask. sevika nods.

"yes." she whispers. her hands are clawing at your hips, her lip between her teeth.

"you still wanna taste me?" you ask.

"yes." sevika says desperately, her eyes snapping back up to yours. you smile.

"beg for it." you say. sevika blinks, then her mouth falls open and the dam breaks.

"please please please lemme taste you. want it so fuckin' bad you look so fuckin' good i need it baby, fuck i need it. please, i promise i'll be good-- i've been good, haven't i?" she asks, her voice wobbly. you smile and cup her cheek.

"you've been so good." you say, nodding. "but i'm gonna need a little more than that."

sevika whines and trembles, and you reach down to play with her tits. "i don't-- what do you-- please!" she whines.

there are tears forming in her eyes, and you decide to take mercy on her.

"go ahead." you say.

sevika doesn't even wait until you finish your sentence to flop down on her stomach between your legs and get her mouth on your cunt.

fuck does she have a good mouth. it's wicked-- she's been touching you for approximately twenty seconds and you're already on the brink of orgasm.

she's messy, especially when she's like this, not caring about the drool leaking from her lips or the cum covering her face, just absolutely devouring your pussy and moaning into it like she's the one getting head.

you tangle your hands in her hair and tug. "slower!" you demand.

sevika whines, but complies, her harsh fast sucks easing, becoming long, languid licks up and down your cunt.

"there you go, baby." you whisper. "good girl."

sevika moans against your cunt, her eyes snapping up to look at your face, begging for more praise. you smile down at her and scratch at her scalp, admiring the way her eyes roll to the back of her head.

"so good sev, so good. 's is all you need, huh? just need some pussy? need me to take charge, let you turn your brain to mush?" you ask. sevika's trying her best to nod against you, her nose bumping your clit with every bob of her head. "you're so perfect. such a hard worker-- fuck like that-- so fuckin' hot in your suits 'n ties... oh god, your mouth, baby. perfect fuckin' mouth."

below you, sevika starts humping against the sheets. you tug her hair harshly.

"cut it out. that cum's mine, you understand?" you ask.

sevika pulls away from your cunt to let out the most delicious, pathetic little whine you've ever heard from her. you grin, then push her face back against your pussy.

"you're so fuckin' cute. 'n you're all mine, aren't you?" you ask. sevika nods again, her nose bumping your clit repeatedly, making you gasp. "fuck, 'm close. 'f you make me cum, i might let you fuck me." you say.

sevika buries her face even further against you at your words, her eyes looking up at you, big and wet and watery, reverent and desperate.

"my perfect girl. my baby. fuckin' love you baby. love you so much. you're mine." you grunt out as your orgasm draws closer. "mine, mine, mine." you continue.

between your legs, sevika's nodding fervently and moaning against your cunt.

she pulls away for just a moment to suck in a gasp and whisper, "yours," before diving back down and sucking your clit into her mouth.

that's all it takes for you, and you cum with a loud gasp. "oh, sevika!" you groan as your orgasm washes over you.

she growls against your cunt, her fingers digging into your hips so hard you're sure she's drawn blood, her hips starting to hump against the bed again.

when you catch your breath and realize what she's doing, you tug her hair harshly and pull her up your body until she's hovering over you.

her face is soaked. there's even some drool or cum in her eyebrows, which makes you chuckle. you reach up to wipe her clean, and she keeps her big, eager eyes on yours the whole time.

"such a good girl." you whisper. sevika lets out a happy little sound and nuzzles against your hand.

"thank you." she says. you smile and pull her down for a kiss, moaning at the taste of your cum on her lips. she hums against you.

between your legs, sevika's cock is poking your thigh, swollen and wet and angry. your stomach clenches.

sevika's seemed to completely forget her own arousal, happy to just cuddle against you, but you haven't. you reach down to grab her ass and laugh at the little squeak it pulls out of her.

"now be a doll and fuck me. 'f you make me cum, i might let you try 'n knock me up. but only if you're good."

sevika's eyes nearly cross in excitement and lust, and she lets out a small whimper as she remembers the lower half of her body.

"really?" she asks, disbelieving, like you've ever denied her an orgasm before. you haven't, you don't have the heart, but it's cute the way she seems to completely forget everything else when she gets like this.

"maybe." you lie.

she nods eagerly and then pries her eyes away from your face to line her cock up with your hole, looking back up at you the second she's got herself situated.

when she pushes in you sigh and sevika whines, collapsing on top of you and burying her face against your shoulder.

"f-fuck!" she whimpers.

you reach up to wrap a hand in her hair, the other wrapping around her back, holding her in a half hug and rubbing in small circles against her as she collects herself on top of you.

"you okay?" you ask, clenching your cunt around her.

"ah!" she squeaks. you laugh evilly.

"i asked you a question." you remind her.

sevika takes a shaky breath. "'m tryin' not to cum." she whispers. you laugh again, wrapping your legs around her hips and squeezing them, pulling her impossibly closer to you.

"now fuck me." you command.

sevika whines against you. "but--"

"fuck. me." you demand.

sevika lets out a shaky whimper against your shoulder as she starts slowly thrusting in and out of your cunt. she starts with shallow little thrusts, teasing you while she tries to collect herself.

eventually, she gets herself under control, and her thrusts get harder, quicker, deeper. you sigh.

"there you go, that's a good girl." you say. sevika grunts against you. "y' always know how to fuck me just right, don't you baby?" you ask. "such a good fuckin' girl for me, so perfect."

sevika sinks her teeth into your shoulder at the praise, trying to keep from cumming at your words. you giggle.

"awe, 're you close?" you tease. sevika whimpers.

"n-no." she lies. you laugh.

"you're a bad liar, babe. can feel your dick throbbin' inside me." you say. sevika whimpers again.

"y' just feel so good." she whines.

"awe, i know. 's like this cunt was made for you, huh?" you ask. sevika whines and nods. "like your cock was made for me." you whisper. sevika nods again. you press a kiss to her hair. "'s all yours, baby. all for you." you say. "and who are you?" you ask.

she pulls away from your neck to stare down at you.

"yours." she whispers. you smile and nod up at her.

"say it again." you say, reaching down to fiddle with your clit.

"yours!" she says, gasping as your cunt starts twitching and clenching around you. "y-yours, momma, all yours. 'm yours." she says.

"oh, baby, i love you." you say.

suddenly, sevika tenses up, her face scrunching and a pathetic little "no!" escaping her lips as she cums inside of you.

you gasp at the sensation, then let out a full belly laugh as sevika buries her head against you, her hips still grinding against you as she fills you with her cum.

"'m sorry." she mumbles. "'m sorry, felt so good, 'm sorry." she says.

you kiss her hair. "keep going." you say.

"wha?" she asks. you tug her hair.

"keep. going." you say. "still gotta make me cum."

"but i--"

"better hurry before you go soft." you say.

sevika's eyes go wide, and she gulps, before she starts fucking you again.

she's whimpering with each thrust, her dick sensitive and overwhelmed, her arms shaky where they hold her up. each time she humps into you, she lets out a sweet little, 'ah!' she's adorable.

you start toying with your clit again, you've been close since she got inside you, but now, with her cum leaking out of you with each thrust and her sweet little over-stimulated whines in your ear, you're on the brink.

"that's it, baby, keep goin'." you encourage her. sevika bites her lip, her brows furrowed as she nods. "you're so perfect. such a good fuckin' girl. so fuckin' cute-- can't even control yourself. cummin' the second you get inside me, you're pathetic. fuck i love you." you ramble as you get closer. above you, sevika's gasping at your words.

"'m sorry." she whimpers, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes from her overstimulated cock.

"don't be sorry. say 'thank you' for letting you fuck me." you demand. sevika nods.

"thank you, thank you, thank you so fuckin' much. feels so good. so warm so wet, fuck, thank you." she grunts.

you cum from her words, your clenching cunt pulling a pathetic, pained wince out of sevika as she collapses on top of you while you fall apart beneath her.

for a few minutes, the two of you just lay together, catching your breath. then, when the stars in your eyes fade and sevika's shuddering breaths even out, you reach down to smack her ass. she jolts against you and giggles.

"you're so perfect." you say. "i love you so fuckin' much, baby."

"lub y' too." sevika mumbles against you, already half asleep. you laugh and push at her shoulders and she groans as she flops onto her back. you crawl on top of her, her cum dripping out of your cunt and onto her abs, and pepper kisses across her face.

sevika giggles like she's high, her whole face scrunched up as you assault her with smooches.

"i love you i love you i love you i love you!" you say between kisses. sevika's giddy beneath you, the cute little gap in her teeth on full display with her grin.

"i love you too." she says. you smile down at her. "thank you." she adds on. your smile turns into a smirk.

"y' don't have to thank me anymore, baby. i should be thanking you." you say. she chuckles.

"i mean thank you for lettin' me turn my brain off. 's nice. you're the only one i can be stupid around, 'n you still take care of me."

you melt, leaning down to press your lips against hers, sighing against her as she wraps her arms around your back.

"i'll always take care of you, y'know?" you ask. sevika nods, sincerely.

"i know."

"i love you." you say. she smiles and reaches up to tug you back down for another kiss.

"i love you too." she mumbles against your lips.

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[nottapossum]

Two of my brain cells rubbed together, and now I have this idea in my head. How would any caregiver you write for act around their sick or not feeling well little be like

Awww I love this one lol

(Feeling like I've been abandoning Ozzie lately. I love him so much lol)

Ozzie! 💙🐔:

When Fizz is sick, Ozzie will cancel whatever he has going on, no matter what it is to be there for him.

Meeting with another sin?

Canceled.

Has an important guest at Ozzie's?

Who cares! Canceled!

Lucifer is at war with heaven and wants his help?

Decline phone call.

He will drop all of it for Fizz!

He'll spend the day coddling Fizz, making sure he has plenty of food and water, and has everything he needs.

Ozzie worries about Fizz constantly and will stay up all night to be sure he's okay.

Even if it's just a simple cold or a headache.

He'd never leave Fizz to handle it on his own. Little or not.

Lute:

When a little in Lutes' care is sick, she will do everything by the book.

Make sure to check their temperature every couple of hours,

Make sure they're drinking water,

Eating food,

Take their medicine.

And they are to stay in bed until the sickness is gone. She doesn't care if they feel better or not!

Adam:

Adam doesn't know how to deal with sick kiddos... so he'll get one of his angels to take care of it. Probably lute, if lute is sick, he'll ask another excersist.

He doesn't do germs.

Carmilla: Carmilla has a special soup she will make for the girls if they're sick. She'll advise they stay in bed and constantly check in on them as a mother does. She'll shower them with love and comfort until they feel better 💕

Zestial: He has such a soft heart. He will feel so bad for the sick little one that he'll give them anything they want. He'll keep a very close eye on them and sing softly to them to help them feel a bit better.

Husk:

Little Angel will cling to Husk when he's feeling icky.

Whether he's sick, hurt, or hungover from when he was big.

He'll cling onto the winged cat for comfort, asking him to make the discomfort stop.

Husk is understanding of Angel, and though he can't make the pain go away, he will do everything he can to help.

He'll lay in bed with Angel to make sure he gets some sleep.

When he has to get up, he'll wear a baby carrior so he can keep Angel close to him at all times. (Angel is taller than him, so it took a while to figure it out, but they got the hang of it.)

Angel will cry if Husk leaves for even a moment. His codependency of Husk gets a lot worse when he's sick.

Husk will suggest Angel wear diapers while sick because of his very little control of his bodily functions even when he's not sick. Usually, Angel will agree, but sometimes he'll refuse and have a few accidents. Husk doesn't mind, though. He just wants what's best for Angel. He doesn't mind cleaning him up so long as Angel is comfortable.

He'll soothe the little spider with soft humming and back rubs as he rocks him gently and holds him tight.

By the next day, Husk will be so burnt out that he'll take the day to sleep in and recover.

Angel will always try to make it up by giving him breakfast in bed and thanking him for all he did. 💖 He knows it's not easy to take care of him all the time and wants to share his appreciation for all his friends' support.

Charlie:

Charlie will drop everything to care for her little one!

She'll make them a little care basket and buy them something (like a toy) to try and cheer them up! She'll provide everything they need and help set them up comfortably with their favorite cartoons! With Vaggy specifically, she really has to be careful not to upset her when she leaves to make her soup.

The little one hates being away from her mama.

Vaggy:

Charlie will always insist she's not sick, even when she definitely is.

Vaggy will have to be strict with her, but she needs to be careful not to hurt Charlie's feelings.

She'll tell Charlie to get to bed as she makes her some soup, tea, and gets her a sippy cup of water.

Charlie will cry and fuss because she hates being sick, but Vaggy is equipped to handle anything Charlie has to throw at her.

She fights Charlie's sass with comforting reassurance that it's okay to be sick sometimes and it isn't Charlie's fault.

She promises that everything will be okay and she'll express how much she loves to take care of her.

Then, once Charlie feels a bit better, she'll put on a movie and pet her head until she falls asleep. ❤️

Bee:

Bee will provide anything the little needs or wants, she'll stop at nothing to be sure her little one is as spoiled as they need!

She'll buy them a bunch of new stuff,

Offer them all the comfort in the world!

Anything to make them smile!

Tex: Then Tex will encourage bee to calm down and just let the little one rest.

Then they'll work together ❤️

They'll sing to their little,

Work together to help their little one take medicine,

And they'll read to their little one and pet their head affectionatly to help them sleep. 💕💖

Stolas: Blitzø is good at pretending he isn't sick. He always pushes it down and fights through it until it's so bad that he just can't deal with it anymore!

Stolas will either figure out that Blitzø is sick through Loona or Blitzø will just tell him.

The bird will take him to the palace and force him to stay in bed and rest as he pampers and fusses over him. (Blitzø has told him that he's allowed to do so because he won't stay in bed and get better otherwise. He knows himself too well.)

He'll make Blitzø take medicine, drink tea, and eat soup.

He'll take care of Blitzø, whether he is little or not. But Blitzø always ends up regressing because he feels awful and wants to be comforted.

After he has regressed, he'll refuse to leave Stolas’s side, asking for cuddles.

Stolas will oblige and give Blitzø all the comfort and love he can. He'll also sing to the little one and read to him to help pass the time.

Loona:

Loona is still struggling to find her caregiver headspace. But she knows that when little ones are sick, she needs to comfort them and make sure they're resting and drinking water.

She'll be very worried about her little one, but more worried that she'll do something stupid and make the experience worse!

She'll be very careful and do the best she can, do what's expected of a caregiver in this scenario.

By the end, she'll feel as if she did everything wrong because she bought rice soup instead of noodles soup, or forgot about the hot water for the tea!

But her little one will hug her and thank her for taking care of them 💗

Which will put a smile on her face as years of joy form in her eyes.

Millie: Millie will hold Moxxie and baby him the whole time, and Moxxie won't mind a bit!

Millie is very protective of Moxxie, so even if Moxxie is asleep, she's watching him to be sure he's okay.

She makes sure his water bottle is always full. She's constantly filling it and encouraging him to drink more.

She has a special soup recipe her mama passed down to her, and it's sure to make the little one feel better.

She'll spoon feed him, then cuddle up next to him to comfort him until he feels better.

Then, of course, she gets sick, so Moxxie gets to return the favor and take care of her next.

Lmk if you want part 2 with The Vees, Lucifer, Emily, Peter, Sera, Rosie, Alastor, Striker, and Stella...

Wow, there's a lot of characters lol 😆

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[buckgasms]

So I’ve been craving your content lately! So I was thinking princess and Bucky where princess is very sensitive, like she cries over the littlest things, is always scared to break a rule, she’s basically walking on egg shells trying to make sure she does everything right. I love your work!🎀

Omg bestiiiiiiiie!! This is princess to a T!!!

Most of the time she is ok because her Daddy takes it upon himself to make her feel happy and safe and perfect, but obviously some days it can't be like that.

Like imagine Daddy has had a really busy week so even though he has still been taking care of his best girl, he's just too tired to keep his eyes open after sex and he gets up mega early the next morning without giving you as many kisses as usual.

So you lay in bed for a little while after leaves and even though you shouldn't you can't help but cry at the thought of him being mad at you.

And maybe he didn't leave his usual note of to do lists, so you cry again because even though you know he loves you and he's very busy..... It's just very upsetting.

You try and pull yourself together. What is normally on the list? Shower, tidy up, eat... Um... Pick an outfit.... Your mind goes blank. No idea what to do with yourself.

Maybe you should call him? You held your phone in your hand, staring at the picture of him on your lock screen. Your eyes welled up again because what if he was disappointed with you? What if you disturbed him and he got cross? You'd have to make do by yourself.

Tears tracked down your cheeks as you pulled on a pretty dress and it made you feel a bit better. You realised it's taken you over an hour to have this meltdown so you traipse out of the bedroom and try to find some food. You try toast to settle your nerves, but you burn the bread and set off the alarm.

It's all just too much, so you run into the bedroom and climb into Bucky's big wardrobe in the hope that you can just disappear.

🌸

Unbeknownst to you, Bucky has an alert that goes off if anything goes wrong with the apartment, so of course he sends a message to someone to check out the fire alarm, figuring it's nothing important, maybe you just burnt the toast again?

After 10 minutes he gets a call. The smoke alarm is off, but.... You aren't there. Bucky's stomach drops and he rushes up from his seat and heads down in the lift. The security guard says you haven't left, but the worry in his mind sends his imagination reeling.

He storms through each room in a panic, calling for you. Finally he heads into the bedroom and sees the sliding wardrobe door slightly open, a little bit of pink fabric sticking out.

Relief washes over him as he kneels down and slides the door open a little wider. His heart melts as he sees you curled up on the floor, wrapped in one of his jackets, your eyes puffy and face sore from rubbing your tears.

"Babygirl, what's wrong?" He coos leaning in a little and offering you his hand. Your eyes go wide, then fill with tears again as your sobs wrack your body.

"No... No I didn't want to bother you.... I'm sorry Daddy....please don't be mad..." You retreated to the back of the wardrobe and pulled his jacket tighter around you.

"What are you talking about Princess?" He asks softly, shuffling closer to you but still giving you plenty of space. Every instinct in his body screaming out to take you in his arms, but knowing you probably need some space for the moment.

"I was bad wasn't I? Made you cross? I didn't have my list... Tried to be good but then the alarm went off...." You descended into more tears and he couldn't help but smile at how fucking sweet and soft you were.

"Oh princess..." He scooches in a little closer and you can't help but crave his touch, even if you think he might be mad. He just smells so good, and feels so good. You lean against him and he wraps his arms around you, soft hand gently stroking your hair as you cry.

"Babygirl, I'm not mad at you at all... I'm so sorry I made you think that. I've always got time for my Princess..." He rubs circles in your arms and presses a kiss to your temple.

"m'sorry Daddy. I just got worried I made you mad and then I didn't know what to do. Then the alarm went off and it was so loud and I thought I'd be in more trouble...."

He pulls you into his lap and kisses your forehead before kissing down your cheeks, then to your pretty lips. "The only person who's been bad here sweetheart is me..." You pull away and look at him with wide eyes.

"You've been bad?" You whisper, biting your finger as he nods solemnly. "I didn't take care of my best girl, and now she's upset and worried. I figure that's pretty terrible don't you?"

You let out a giggle as he pinches your chin and pulls you in for a soft kiss. "Let's get out of this wardrobe and we can discuss my punishment hey baby?"

[clownery-and-fuckery]

More Nemec, Fireball and Howzer content, because I do that now(not complaining, I love them)

Howzer joined after them, but he acts like he's been around the entire time. Nemec let's him, he's not really picky with people pushing him around/bossing him about the place because he's chill like that. He'll pretend for Howzer

Fireball will NOT. Fireball will shoot every order back and pull rank when Howzer argues ("I opened the door for YOU. Nemec and I saved YOUR ass. Go clean my socks peasant") he has no problem making fun of Howzer. He thinks it's funny

Neither of them let Nemec get shoved around by anyone who isn't Rex (and on the occasional, Echo) if someone's taking advantage of Nemec's chill wave riding, they'll answer to Fireball and Howzer. They do not like people pushing their brother around >:(

Also, Nemec is Slightly Afraid of Batcher- when she first came around, he kinda stood far away from her like "🧍what the fuck is that" and when Batcher came up for affection he hid behind Fireball 😭 poor dude was shitting bricks

Fireball doesn't mind Batcher, but like Nemec, he doesn't do well with other creatures. They'll both gravitate towards Howzer when they're on planets with creatures- the bigger they are, the closer they stick to Howzer

(Howzer is just as nervous as they are, sometimes, but he won't ever admit that. He's always brave for his brothers)

Fireball made fun of Howzer's thigh holsters. I'm sorry Howzer girlie's, but I did too 😭 they were so chunky

Fireballs gotten the closest to recreating Gregor's wonderful cooking.

Nemec tried it and nearly burnt the base down. He was screaming, sobbing, calling anyone for help.

Howzer poured the Star Wars equivalent of cooking oil over the fire, and they really did nearly lose the base

Rex banned them from food duty. They're not even allowed wash the dishes. Fireball is POSITIVE it was on purpose to get out of chores.

I'm watching ep6/7 rn and can confirm: Nemec is definitely the younger brother of the group- my evidence?? Rex pushing him down when they were running for the assassin, Fireball covering him as soon as he went down, and Howzer's general attitude after the room went up. That's it, that's the evidence.

Howzer, Nemec and Fireball have taken on a few "shadows" on their own, but let's be real, they have the collective braincell of a powered down mouse droid- Samson is the one who handles it (I imagine he's a gen 2/3 clone) upclose and personal while Howzer rams them with stun bolts

That being said, Samson has absolutely punted a "shadow" across the room. He'd do it again in a heart beat.

While Nemec is great at gathering and sorting intel, Fireball is more experienced with description (cause he's older/got further into training)

^^ Fireball does teach him the ropes!!!!

It's pretty often for any of them to have nightmares about their brothers (namely Howzer) turning around and being a "shadow"- very creppy business.

Howzers a bit... pushy with questioning. With anything, really. He gets a bit wound up, lost in the guilt, he needs redirection sometimes

(Crosshair can't really remember Ryloth and he's genuinely unsure when to mention it 😭 he thinks it'll be Howzer's breaking point at this stage)

While Howzer and Samson are heavy footed and hard hitters, Nemec and Fireball are light on their feet and give weaker jabs in more sore places

Also!!! Cuddle piles with them are sweet. They don't get to do it often, but when they do?? Ough, they get the best sleep

I, again, probably have more. However, I think I've spoken enough about them for right now haha- add on if you have more!!!!! I love them :))

[winterbuckwild]

Title: Anarchy Sandwich

Fluff. Domestic fluff no less. No warnings except bacon at a stretch I guess?

Steve hates cooking with a passion. He's good at it but it always takes so long and there are so many steps to everything. Even the thought makes him grumpy. He's hungry NOW dammit why can't he just have a sandwich?

But no. Sandwiches weren't a proper dinner, so his mother believed, and he was trained well to believe that dinner should be a full cooked meal that he hated every second preparing.

It was only a few weeks into their domestic bliss in their new apartment when the truth was revealed, and Steve was stressed.

Eddie was not a good cook. He tried, even enjoyed the process a bit, but even if he followed the recipes, it never tasted quite right. Steve had even watched him, and they couldn't figure out what he was doing.

Either it came out bland, or burnt, or just plain weird. At first, Steve suspected the whole weponised incompetence tactic that his father used to use for practically everything while he was growing up, but his Teddy didn't even try and get out of it. He just kept going on his days to cook.

"I've got to get better at it at some point, man." Eddie pointed out, browning off some more chicken that had ended up being still pink in the middle.

They tried to take it in turns to cook, but after Eddies inevitable culinary failures they either ate take out which their poor wallets couldn't really afford much, or Steve ended up cooking anyway just so they had something they could actually eat.

"I'm not even sure that this is edible, love." Eddie said sadly, poking at the gelatinous mass in the saucepan that was supposed to be spaghetti bolognese. He guessed he had missed a step somewhere but as usual couldn't figure out where. Half the ground beef was burnt and the other half....

He threw the wooden spoon into the pan and sighed, a wry smile on his face.

"I give up. I officially give up. I think we have some bacon left in the fridge and that i can handle at least. Sandwich for dinner."

"Sandwiches aren't dinner, Teddy." Steve said, equally as sad, gearing himself up to start again as his stomach rumbled painfully.

"Says who?" Eddie's statement ended on a laugh, the bacon packet in one hand and his eyebrow raised.

"My parents, I guess. I don't know, I just grew up like it. Sandwiches were fine for lunch, but dinner is, like, a meal."

"But you hate cooking." Eddie pointed out, "and lunch is a meal."

"Only cause I start too late and then get too hungry. Seems like everything just takes forever." He sounded so forlorn about the situation that Eddie couldn't help but press a kiss onto the end of his nose before moving sideways in their small kitchen to separate the rashers.

"So you hate cooking because you get hangry, and it takes too long, and I just plain suck at it. Live a little, baby. Now, sandwiches are for dinner."

"Ooo, so rebellious." Steve smiled, and his shoulders dropped a little from the stressed out little hunch they were working their way into. He got up from where he was seated at the counter, watching his boyfriends attempts, and grabbed a sharp vegetable knife.

"You know it, baby." He winked and started frying bacon as Steve chopped tomatoes and shredded the lettuce with a practised hand. "Anarchy sandwich, coming up."

"Kinda looks like a BLT from here."

"Anarchy BLT then." Eddie corrected himself and grabbed the bread from the fridge (where he insisted it lived).

Sandwiches for dinner still felt a bit wrong to Steve, but he was undoing a lifetime of strict habits and thought processes to even make a life with Eddie in the first place, so what's one more?

Eddie was worth it. And in the end, Sandwiches became Steves' favourite dinner.

[jyndor]

this is for people in the rest of the world who feel like they don't know what to do to help.

fyi activism can take many forms! I work on saturdays and I have clients so I can't just cancel on them last minute for a rally that I have no way to get to, which made me feel really horrible at first but then I remembered that I have clients! I have clients who value what I say and respect my opinions and want to hear what I think about things, and who ask me about various political shit all the time because I've learned how to talk about shit with people throughout my life in a way that doesn't turn them off. I've spent a lot of time educating clients on palestine (when appropriate ofc because I'm not trying to get into a shouting match with someone while I'm waxing their butthole). I know a lot of people in local politics who are so amazing and do so much more than I could ever do, and have made sure they know if they need a body to be on the ground, I'll try to be there but they do in fact need to give me a fair bit of time to make plans. I can't just always be on the ground like I used to be when I was young.

is it enough? no nothing will ever be enough but that's why there's strength in numbers. someone else to fill the spot you leave. in the future I want to offer my services for fundraisers, and I wish I could go be in a march on a random saturday, but I know it takes all kinds. some people have money that they can put to bail funds and mutual/humanitarian aid. some people have access to lots of people who may not otherwise be engaged or educated on issues. some people are able to get arrested on a random saturday. others have their labor/skills: legal representation, cooking and providing water, journalism, technological logistical internet stuff, organizing, making art and literature and posters and things, etc. it takes all kinds. I want to offer up my services for fundraisers in the future because my labor is one thing I've got that I can rely on.

and not everyone is going to be an activist. I do not consider myself an activist at this time in my life, although I was one when I was younger. I will be one again in the future. allies actually do make up the difference.

btw to the people who can show up for protests and sit ins and stuff, thank you. I imagine that for every one of you, there's several of us who aren't able to make it.

I'd love to hear from you guys! how do you help out the causes you care for?

one final note: activists do in fact get burnt out. it's a normal thing that happens. what actual activists don't do is whine about activism fatigue on social media. they take the time they need to regroup and get back into the shit without a fuss. because they understand the stakes.

one thing palestinians are asking of us is that we don't act like they're already gone, like there is no hope. we need to know in our hearts that one day, palestine will be free so like... maybe don't moan about how emotionally draining it is to keep up with this on social media. it's literally the opposite of what they want from us. the least we can do is keep hope.

there's been a shift. I feel it for the first time in the 16 years since I learned about palestine as a teenager, and I'm not the only one who feels this way. keep hope and know that one day palestine will be free.

[phoenixcatch7]

Season of revival has started today! I've avoided spoilers for the most part, but I have kept up to date with the beta, so here's what I think so far:

The scenery and setting is phenomenal. I managed to avoid pretty much every spoiler for the new season area, the aviary, so I got to experience it first hand, and can I just say STUNNING??? The amount of clouds they've put everywhere is so atmospheric, in both senses of the word XD. It feels like a ghost town, with the dim fog in the streets and all the nooks and crannies. The light spilling from the windows of the barber and the mannequin shop look so cozy and inviting ^^.

The depiction of it all, too, is awesome! The steward is so well animated, with no face or fingers (or shoulders, really) they managed to convey a quiet and resigned devastation, seeing his once beautiful aviary now empty and desolate.

The rhythm guide was a delightful surprise! Now it seems they've decided to take up hair dressing??? I mean... Follow your dreams, but it's a bit of a weird choice of profession for a travelling troupe master. Maybe their parents were hair dressers? It'd certainly explain the styles the rhythm troupe has lol, especially the famous owl hair that remains one of the most coveted in the game XD!

I always love good depictions of the mountain, and the aviary frames it perfectly no matter which area you're in.

And the lore implications!! I know nor care nothing for the war, or elder names, or the king, but I love digging up tidbits all the same. It looks like the aviary was the original main gathering place of the kingdom of the sky, and yes, I know it was the pre release Home before we got the current one, but it just feels... Like a home? Like the Shire from lotr ^^. I can't wait to see what that huge tower is for!

In terms of emotes, or cosmetics, though...

They aren't very good. There's staggeringly few this season. Literally all the good items are behind the pay wall this time, which is a shame because usually tgc leave at least one really good item for in game currency! There's about two items per mannequin - and it is mannequins, not even actual spirits!!

The hair bow is so pretty, not quite to my personal liking but it's going to be so very wanted lol. There's one cape I really wanted, the orange one with tassels, but you bet its behind the season pass. And the long boots? Please, I love long boots, why must you do this T-T. The short boots just don't have the same energy. The purple cape, one that feels related to rhythm (?)... It looks flat to the point of feeling unfinished. It doesn't look fully rendered. We know tgc has been capable of much better fur for a long time now, heck the towels from days of sunlight are amazing, and the straight lines on the cape make it look like it's just made of polygons lol. There's no texture on any of it.

There's no new props or instruments to my knowledge. There's been no beta video, no youtuber showcase of either I could find. Could we not at least have some maracas or something?? I'd love a new instrument! A triangle? A rain maker? Cymbals?? A KAZOO???

It's very obvious where tgc spent their effort and time, but seriously, I can't be mad. This season seems to be, either on purpose or not, a response to a lot of players, especially older ones, getting so easily burnt out by the amount of back to back time limited yada yada get it while you can content. Seriously, I think the last season ended just last week, and only because it's a Monday today! And both during the second half of the last season and during the gap between the two, we've had two days events. TWO. there hasn't been a day where there's been a a chance for a breather for over a month. It's back to back to back! Heck, I got burned out a year ago, and it sucked!

This season might be the breather we need.

There's a beautiful and open area to explore, filled with interesting nooks and crannies and places to have pretty photo shoots or make silly or aesthetic videos or maybe even a picnic. There's what look to be secondary realm portals through a tunnel (oh, and there's a defunct map stone too, if you're looking), including an eden gate! That seems to be the only one still active, you can hear it if you get close enough. The implications....

Despite the decent cosmetics being behind the pass, there's nothing I want nearly enough to shell out for, not that I've done it before. But I'm at least usually very tempted! There's really... Very little this season brings to the table outside of the new area it gives us straight up, but I think this is good. I think this is a chance for people to catch their breath, to not have to allot time to candle running and quests, to make sure they maximise every day on sky to get all the cosmetics. I think it's okay if you don't want to get them all this time.

Though we don't know if it's even possible they'll come back as travelling spirits, it's likely the currency will change from seasonal to candles or hearts once it's over. Probable, even.

I can't wait to see the aviary once we've brought it back to life, but I do hope there's a way we can slip back in time to relax in the quiet, misty, still area we have now. It's just beautiful.

[journey-to-the-attic]

sorry but i'm so ILL over zhaolu like 😭😭 someone give the anon who started this a gold star because ohmy GOD they GET IT, the perfect partner for lucifer WOULD be a single father, ESPECIALLY one like zhao, GOD

abyway pls spare zhaolu hcs 🥲 🤲 (if u have time of course!!)

i will ALWAYS make time for my favourite silly men, please take these!!

they're both overworkers who hate seeing the other overwork themselves, so in the beginning they're both constantly reminding with each other to stop working so much, while simultaneously working too much

zhao thinks lucifer has it harder because he sucks at paperwork so he can't fathom having to do that much; lucifer thinks zhao has it harder because he cannot imagine doing all that housework while simultaneously wrangling his brothers, even if he's good at it

lucifer is always telling zhao off for doing all the household chores for his younger brothers, because they will absolutely take advantage of his willingness to help if they've got something else to be doing

the only exception is satan, who determinedly does his share of the chores and scolds the others when they try pawning theirs off on the poor guy

belphie does do it as well but he always feels super bad afterwards

(zhao acting as stepdad to satan and belphie especially has now become canon To Me if you haven't noticed yet)

one time they accidentally swapped glasses but somehow didn't notice, even though zhao's eyesight is significantly worse than lucifer's

zhao has this problem where his blood pressure drops like a ROCK if he goes too long without eating, but he's usually very good about managing it. keyword being usually: one time he lost track and passed out because he stood up too fast

this has never happened since because lucifer (though he was very good at hiding it at the time) panicked so hard that the incident is burnt into his memory and now he's hyper-vigilant about it

it's kind of ironic that this is lucifer's first relationship and zhao's second, given a demon vs human lifespan

lucifer's not really sure how to feel about it. on the one hand, the idea of ik's mother coming back into the picture does make him seethe a little bit, but on other, he trusts that zhao wouldn't be with him if he hadn't fully moved on

i've mentioned before that zhao doesn't realise he's bi until he's in the devildom - to elaborate on that, at first he was just like "woa...... handsome men" and thought it was a completely normal thing. you know, just appreciating good looks when you see it

then the handsome men started being good with his daughter and he was like "...wait a minute"

now zhao thinks his husband is the most beautiful man in the entire world, and while this is heightened by, yknow, love, it's also true that lucifer's just an objectively good-looking guy

meanwhile he considers himself very plain by comparison, and is he is indeed pretty average by societal standards

HOWEVER. if you're into the pathetic shabby dad look. which lucifer is, apparently. he might just be the hottest guy you've ever met

lucifer did not realise he had a type before this

particularly in the early stages of their relationship, the others learn not to let either of them talk for too long interrupted in council meetings because they just start staring at each other and not doing any work

zhao has a habit of accidentally doing something kind of suggestive without thinking of how they could be taken - one time he undid the first few buttons on lucifer's shirt because he was worried about him being uncomfortable in that formal getup, and lucifer thought about it for the ENTIRE rest of the day

i think lucifer in general is just so.... hang on i need to look some stuff up in urban dictionary

down bad? is that the term?? anyway we all know what he's like in-game so. yeah that's elevated here

anyway zhao's accidentally made a habit of calling him 'good boy' and lucifer has to physically restrain himself every time lol

[edgyandoverzealous]

Bacause Cringe culture is dead and I am back in my FNAF SB phase. Explaining your Kins as the therapist friend but I'm feeling salty so it's all just calling you out. Except I felt bad after a little bit so they each have a funny/lighthearted one calling me out.

Glamrock Freddy

How's those daddy issues doing?

Was he emotionally absent, physically absent, or was he just distant and unaffectionate?

I'm willing to bet he called you superstar once and you immediately started kinning.

Additionally how're those abandonment issues treating ya?

On a scale from 1/10 how displeased were you when Freddy got dragged away by moon 'cause he powered down before he got to the charging station?

You know he originally was gonna turn on you right? That would worsen your abandonment issues, you should thank Scott for that one.

You are the parent friend btw, Ily please bring bandaids and painkillers I'm accident prone and ignore pain until it's unbearable. We may be going to the ER</3

Glamrock Chica

Are you a Lesbian? Or are you the oldest child who uses gentle techniques of sibling-parenting?

How do you feel knowing you probably aren't listened to?

How's your mommy issues doing?

Do you mayhaps think that people won't want you unless you give them something?

Do you feel like no one takes care of you but you always have to take care of everyone else?

How's your relationship with food going? Yeah, me too. Note that chica physically can't eat by the end as well.

Do you even speak/Do you ever shut up?

Scared of overcoddling but also terrified of taking a step back and away because you feel like if you stop they'll all leave you much?

Choir/Band/Theatre kid or grandparent friend with hard candies in their purse that I would eat wrapper and all because intrusive thought said to and shiny.

Roxxane Wolf

So are you a Lesbian, furry, or e-girl simp? Or are you the oldest child who uses more forceful/low-key mean techniques of sibling-parenting?

How's the crippling self doubt and God complex treating you?

How's crying in your room because you yelled at them and said something mean but don't know how to say sorry going?

What about that inferiority complex?

Pushing everyone away because they'll only leave you? Ding ding ding we have a winner.

Burnt out perfectionist?

You're the type of friend whose love language is bullying and play fighting. Be careful you don't make your friend cry, I am the friend that'd cry.

Monty Gator

Self-destructive behavior, pent up aggression and always looking for a reason to fight?

Anger issues much? Or do you just simp for Bonnie's replacement because you saw one too many human Monty edits?

You're probably short too, huh? Just like the fuse you have when given a chance. Or your big and burly which also is terrifying.

How's your constant existential crisis going?

Do you feel like there's a looming expectation that's too big for you to fill over your head?

Do you feel like you're never first choice?

That you're simply a replacement for everyone else?

How about respect? Do you ever give or receive it? No?

Are you always restless? Yeah? Thought so.

You're the protective friend who is willing to throw hands with anyone who disturbs their friends. Me too honestly, I've been held back on multiple occasions because I'm a short queer man and it's in my veins.

Glamrock Bonnie

So are you still sobbing over that one line, you know the one, or are you living on fan theories? Like how are you still kicking?

How's your mental health? Bad? Yeah I thought so.

Anxiety and depression kin you honey? <3

Disasciotiating royalty, you.

You long for something in your past that cannot be changed.

You fall for what you know you can't have and never will be obtained, don't you?

You felt robbed by the game and that's okay. I miss him too.

Sun/Moon

You scare me, legitimately you scare me. Y'alls fandom is legitimately impressive especially for insert types. You have one of every flavor and are insanely good at drawing the skrunglies less skrungly. Good for you.

Additionally how's healing your inner child going?

And those mommy and daddy issues?

I'm sorry you weren't held as a child?

Too busy parenting everyone else to have been cared for the same?

Forced to grow up too fast?

You were definitely a traumatized child. Adults let you down and now you seek comfort in a robot of two extremes as unstable as your adolescence.

You're the "childish" friend. Silly, sweet, and full of fun but you are by no means innocent. That was stolen from you a long time ago.

Also you either can't sleep or you oversleep or both.

Mapbot

You scare me, legitimately you scare me. The scariest bots in the game??? Really??? Those buddies??? Okay???? Honestly the healthiest option tbh.

You are either a troll or a disaster bisexual or an enby.

You cling to people because you don't want them to leave you, but that pushes them away more often than not.

How does it feel to be so underated and the "side character" in your own life?

You blend in wherever you go even when you want to be seen or when you want someone to help you.

By the way how's the constant desperation going? Aren't you tired of being sane? Don't you want to go absolutely feral?

[grapejuicegay]

Get to know me tag! :)

I was tagged by @telomeke here and @dribs-and-drabbles here.

do you make your bed?

I try to! On days that I'm too busy to make it in the morning I do so about half an hour before I'm getting to bed. I don't like the feeling of getting back into an unmade bed - it feels like a completely unproductive day and that just throws me off

what's your favourite number?

I don't really have a favourite but I love multiples of 7, they make my brain go brrr

what is your job?

Photography! It's something I always wanted to do as a child but gave up on as an unrealistic dream before eventually sort of stumbling into it. Happy accidents and all that.

if you could go back to school, would you?

Hah! No chance. I burnt myself out pretty badly through undergrad by taking on far too much - there were just so many things that I found interesting - and I'd much rather not repeat that experience.

can you parallel park?

I can't drive. I keep meaning to learn but the way people drive freaks me out a little too much. I've also been struggling with a bout of motion sickness recently and that doesn't help my comfort in cars. Someday though! Hopefully!

a job you had that would surprise people?

I worked on editing and post production on a documentary for National Geographic once

do you think aliens are real?

In what form, I'm not sure. But some forms of life that exist outside of our planet? Absolutely. My other answer, channeling the 12 years I've spent on this hellsite: doooweeeewoooooo

can you drive a manual car?

If/when I do finally learn to drive I'm going to make it a point to learn manual too. Idk, feels like an important skill to have

what's your guilty pleasure?

I make it a point not too feel guilty or embarrassed about my interests. If I started doing that far too many things I like would qualify and I just cannot live like that

tattoos?

I wish :( I have a bunch of small tattoos I've always wanted but I have a medical condition because of which I can't get any.

favourite colour?

It changes every so often but I'm particularly biased towards shades of teal right now.

favourite type of music?

I love rock of the general/alt/post/punk variety. Recently I've been listening to a goth-folk band called Charming Disaster and have been a little bit obsessed with their album Our Lady of Radium and especially Radium Girls

do you like puzzles?

Love love love puzzles of any kind. I just like having lil things for my brain to do.

any phobias?

I have a little bit of a phobia of falling off of high places which unfortunately comes from a close call during a hike where I slipped off a steep rock and almost into a sweeping rapids (luckily I ended up slipping sideways into a little pool in a gap between said rock and another big one... took a while to pull my short ass out of there but at least I wasn't being swept away!)

favourite childhood sport?

I was a sporty child, tried my hand at just about most sports. My go to was basketball for a while (though I don't play anymore) but now I'm more inclined to go for a swim or a bout of kickboxing, sometimes badminton. Funny story: over the course of a year I got hit in the nose with 4 different kinds of balls (not that kind!). My nose is fine but I was paranoid around sports grounds for a while after that 😂

do you talk to yourself?

All the time! It honestly helps me keep track of a lot of things, especially when I'm overwhelmed but it's a little funny when my everyday running commentary comes out in front of people. It gets me a lot of strange looks, especially when I ask everyday objects what they think they're doing

what movies do you adore?

Depends on the day you ask. I tried answering this 5 different times but each time I came up with 5 different movies to list out. I really could not pick for this one

coffee or tea?

Coffee! Far, far too much of it!

first thing you wanted to be growing up?

An astronaut. It took me far too long to give up on that pipe dream. But around the time I gave up on that I was getting interested in photography as something to pursue. I was bullied out of it for a few years sadly but hey, I ended up here eventually!

I'm coming to this way too late so I'm not really sure who hasn't done this yet. I'm just going to tag @casualavocados @celestial-sapphicss @jemmo

And like both Tel and Lin mentioned, I've been far too busy to be on tumblr too much recently (most of 2024) and so a lot of stuff I've been tagged in has slipped through the cracks. Most of it is in my drafts somewhere and sometimes it just feels too late to bring it back. I still love all of you though and I'm sorry!

[writing-by-mimi]

Say My Name

(Part 2)

Leviathan x GN!MC

I was looking through some of my writing from 2020, when the game released. It was then that I had the idea to compare how far I've come as a writer and give that little blurb of writing an ending. (It had a second chapter at one point, but I think it got deleted. This is a much different ending. Lol.) Part one is here!

So ya, heres a part two that no one asked for. Let me know where I could improve! (Other than spelling, because I am a dumb bitch and that will continue...brain moves faster than the fingers and I know how it needs to read...but sometimes my eyeballs don't catch it...rip. I'll always be working on that.)

As always, adult content, read at your own risk. Not beta read.

    After slamming Leviathan's door, you just stand there for a moment. All of your rage, adrenaline and hate just leave you and a numbness slowly washes over you.

    Your first time having sex with a demon, with Levi, the man you've liked for years...

    All the breath in your lungs leaves you and you can't even bring yourself to finish the thought.

     You walk the short bit down the hall to your room and quietly close the door. Your hands are shaky and you aren't sure what to do with yourself.

     Shower, you remind yourself. Your body is on auto pilot, from the moment you begin to walk to the second you begin to wash. You pause at your entrance. Levi had dumped his load into you... and now, with nothing to stop it, it's running down your thighs.

     It's only then that a sob breaks loose. Reality of the situation unavoidable as you shake in your shower.

    Ruri-chan.

    He couldn't even be bothered to think of you while he was having sex with you. Was it really that bad? So terrible he had to imagine a fictional character?

     You take the soft rag and slowly clean his seed from you, more tears shaking you as you wipe away proof of your encounter with the third born.

     You should have been smarter. Laying with a demon... this was the only possible outcome. Pain.

   While you had been naive enough to fall to your feelings, thinking that such a special expression of love would mean something between you and the third born...

      You finish wiping away his cum, but you can still feel it inside of you. Coating your walls and clinging to you and for the moment, there's no way to deal with it. You'll continue to carry evidence of your stupidity.

      You dress in pants and a sweater. The less of you to be seen the better in this moment. You won't see the marks, proof of giving your heart away to someone who didn't value it.

     All you can feel is shame and remorse. Ruri-chan. A fictional 2D character held more of the man's heart than you.

     You hide away in your room that night. Some of his brothers stop by to check on you and the only excuse you can come up with is that you're just really tired. Between your new council duties and your task at R.A.D., that your just taking a breather for the night so you don't get burnt out or sick.

     Beel, bless his heart, brings you some take out and ruffles your hair, telling you to eat and take it easy.

      It isn't until midnight that your rage returns. It's been staring at you all night. That stupid little Ruri-chan keychain that you hooked on the zipper of your school bag. An exclusive release item you had been gifted from the third born...

     You take it off and quickly set to work, giving all of your hate an outlet. Everything that even so much as reminds you of Leviathan you've thrown into a pile on the floor.

      Manga, DVDs, pins, keychains, video games. All of it. Each and every single item lays in the middle of your floor.

     It's so odd to see. How one life can be so connected to another.

     You don't want it anymore. They don't hold monetary value to you, it was never about that. It was about sharing something with him, being involved in his interest. Getting to know him and his life...

      You were even silly enough to believe that some of the small gifts were that of love. His stuttering, the shyness...he worked so hard to give you certain items. It made it seem like you were worth the effort to him.

      But now staring down everything...it's all meaningless.

      Part of you wants to burn it, another part of you wants to just unload it to Mammon and let him make a quick buck selling it to all the nerds at R.A.D..

       You quietly make your way to the kitchen, retrieving a black trash bag. You throw every item inside of it so you don't have to look at it and throw it next to your door. You'll deal with it tomorrow. If you show up exhausted, especially after telling people you were having a restful night, it'll raise questions. Questions you can't bare to deal with.

      Sleep doesn't come easy, but your alarm roused you in the morning. You sit in bed for a few minutes...seeing him today will bring everything back and make it raw.

     You find yourself outside of Asmodeus's room and knock lightly. You know he's up already, his beauty routine in the morning is vigorous.

     The door pops open and you can hear him on the phone, it's either Barbatos or Solomon at this early of an hour. He flashes a smile and a wink before moving to his bathroom.

    He returns later, fully dressed. He hasn't done his makeup yet, but that's a plus for you. "What brings you by so early, sweetie? Did you miss me?" His grin is full of cheer as you force a smile to your face.

     "I was thinking about it last night... I'm a council member now, it's time I look the part."

      He gasps, then bounces up and down. Asmodeus has been waiting for this day when you'd come to him, and just not for a fancy event. He has a whole drawer of his vanity devoted to human safe products that match you flawlessly.

     In less than fifteen minutes, you don't even look like yourself. It's not a bad change. Your skin looks perfect, your lips soft, even your lashes and hair seem to have a glow and looking at yourself in Asmodeus's vanity, it helps to separate yourself from the Mc of yesterday to the new you sitting here.

     You understand why Mammon calls it war paint now. It's like a perfectly crafted mask, and no one will ever know what lies beneath the powder. It offers protection, a barrier between the real you and the world, something you desperately needed, especially today.

     Asmo finishes up your hair, and he even had a R.A.D. uniform he's been dying to spring on you since you were accepted to the council. It's within the academy guidelines, form fitting and flatters you. By the time he's done dressing you up and picking your shoes, you really do look like a new person.

     Leaving the fifth borns room, you meet Satan in the hall. He's visibly shocked by your transformation. "That bad, huh?" You plaster a smile on.

     "N-no. Quite the opposite." He turns his head away and continues his path, only once he's passed you does he ask if you're coming to breakfast.

      You follow him, getting used to your new shoes as you check your phone. Nothing super exciting happened last night, so Devilgram won't explode until later. You've no new text. What you do have is a game notification...

       It makes you pause as you stare at it. You really liked this one. It had everything you wanted in a game, and it was free to play...

     You delete it anyway.

     You're part of the council now, have responsibilities and task that need done. Games will only get in the way and the reminder of playing them with the third born is something you don't need.

      Lucifer is reading the newspaper. While a terrible demon at getting up, despising the mornings, he is always the first to the table, setting a strong example for his siblings.

     Satan and yourself take your seats, and as Lucifer looks up, you swear you saw him turn pink... He clears his throat and sets his coffee down. "You look very nice this morning, Mc."

     "Thanks. I figured I should probably step up to the plate." You give a small nod as you help yourself to the food already out. Lucifers cooking was always light in the mornings. So digging in wouldn't doom you to any ill effects.

     Everyone else slowly filters in, all of them taking note about your appearance. Their words are sweet, kind. It's almost embarrassing as you turn your face away. If not for the makeup, you probably would have looked flushed and absolutely silly trying to process the compliments. Instead you'll hold your head high and accept them gracefully from now on.

     You haven't looked to Leviathan once, and when ever he tries to make awkward conversation across the table to you, you find a way to distract yourself. Pretending he doesn't exist will hurt him. Make his envy simmer.

      You can't bring yourself to care. You can't. Not again. You had so openly given yourself to this man...never again.

     Lucifer excuses himself early, which isn't unusual. What is unusual, is asking if you can accompany him, as you want to get a head start on your day. He gently accepts your ask and escorts you from the dinning room.

     It leaves the rest of the brothers speechless. You usually walk with them.

     "Is everything okay with Mc?" Beel is the first to speak.

      "Fuck me! They're just gonna walk around all day lookin' like that?!" Mammon releases a moan as he sinks into his chair. "Mc is gonna attract a lot of attention today."

     "I did so well!" Asmo squeals as he grabs his glass. "Seriously, I'm going out today after R.A.D. to pick up more pallets. They even have a new brush set and this is the perfect reason to get them. I can use them on Mc finally!"

     "Well yer makin' 'em too hot. It's gonna have all the other demons lookin' at our human!" Mammon pouts.

   Levi just stares down into his empty plate. Mammons right. Everyone will see how pretty you are today. You can't even bring yourself to look at him...

  ---

     You've fallen into a rhythm. Waking up early, Asmo makes you presentable for the day. You walk to breakfast with Satan and chat with Lucifer about the days agenda before everyone else shows up. You talk with them like always, then leave with Lucifer.

    Throwing yourself into the council work keeps you busy, and after a few months of determination to hold your own, even Barbatos is impressed. You spend your free time with the brothers, doing what you can to avoid the third born. When thrust into situations where it is unavoidable, you rely on your mask to hide yourself. You're not chummy with him like the others, but when forced to interact you keep yourself calm and composed and pretend that he never came inside of you. Never called out Ruris name and that you didn't love him with everything you had at one point in your life.

     It's been working. If anyone has noticed, they don't say anything. It works for you, so you won't rock the boat.

      The only thing that has changed is R.A.D....

     You have a fan club now and its...odd.

       Your work with the mailbox has made a difference and caught people's attention. You've a literal gaggle of simps that follow you around the halls of R.A.D. now.

     At first, your uncomfortable. So much so to the point that even Diavolo notices and offers to take care of the problem. It isn't until Asmodeus pipes up and talks about his fan club do you find a small bit of comfort. He assures you that they are harmless and just desperate for such a cute little humans attention and affections. He even goes a step farther and praises you for your gain of popularity and tells you how utterly proud he is.

      They all have their own fan clubs, they all reach out and interact in different ways, well, except Lucifer...but his cold exterior and indifference just gets his fan club off...

      What seals the deal of your acceptance of the little pack of simps is the third borns reaction.

     It shouldn't matter to you, you're past it...at least, that's what you tell yourself... But as you watch the anger build in his eyes and how he grips his books...a sick little part of you knows a happiness you haven't felt in months. It's getting to the third born so much so, that he even almost summoned Lotan. The water flooding the halls of the academy, flowing down the stairs like a waterfall had been all the information Lucifer needed to intervene. No harm, other than the slight flooding happened.

     You kept a straight face, appearing unbothered and uninterested as you walked past him while Lucifer set to work chastising him publicly in the hall.

     From that day forward, you began to slowly interact with your fan club. If you ever accepted food or drink, it never passed your lips until Beel or even Lord Diavolo himself inspected it. A safe gaurd they set up for you and so they would feel better about your new found popularity.

      They gave you all kinds of gifts. It was almost ridiculous... but seeing Leviathan's face morph into one of anger in your peripheral vision as you placed a cute little lamb keychain where his used to rest on you bag just makes the moment delightful. You gently thank the demon for such a kind gift and excuse yourself, telling him that you need to get to the council room before Lucifer gets impatient.

      The third born comes to school more. While it sucks you are forced to deal with him at all, it leaves so many moments to hurt him, slowly torture him as he watches you give and accept attention and affection from other demons while you go out of your way to ignore him.

      Levi will never understand what he did to your heart that night, but his just desserts serve to help the ire in your chest.

     An emergency mandatory meeting is called. Everyone is to attend. You sit as far away from Levi as possible and ready yourself.

     Lord Diavolo sets a small coffee cup down onto the meeting table as he stands. His face isn't happy and it's then you notice the hearts on the cup, your name in fancy calligraphy. "Love potion. Extremely strong."

     "What?" You're baffled.

      "Which demon gave you this cup, Mc?" It almost feels as if he's mad at you, but he quickly sighs and seats himself. "I apologize. I had hoped things like this would not happen. I wish to take care of the problem and publicly deal with it myself, so something such as this doesn't happen again."

    Looking to the cup you try to recall who handed it to you. The day had gone by so fast and the list of things you were trying to get through had been massive this week. "I... I'm not sure. I don't remember." You sheepishly admit.

     "I do ask that you take care in the future. Please pay more attention to who is gifting you what."

     "I'm sorry, Lord Diavolo." You feel ashamed. You've never had him reprimand you before and it feels like you've let a parent down.

     He releases another sigh. "I am not upset. I am worried, we all are. Things such as this endanger you, and no one here wishes for anything to befall you."

     "Astoroth." It's a growl from down the table. Leviathan's knuckles are turning colors as he grips the hard wood table fiercely. "I watched them give it to Mc."

     "You're certain?" Barbatos asks as he moves to the door.

      "Absolutely." The table begins to splinter and Levi still doesn't release his grip.

     "I will retrieve him." The butler gives a bow before taking his leave.

     "Don't let one bad apple spoil the batch, Mc." Asmodeus gives a smile as he pats your hand across the table. "It happens from time to time, but the true fans usually do extremely well policing themselves and others. I'm actually so jealous! No one has tried to slip me anything in ages." He giggles. "Besides, once word gets out to your fan club that someone tried to hurt you, they'll be so cute! All protective..." he gives a dreamy sigh, "Plus, once Lord Diavolo gives punishment, you'll have nothing to worry about." He winks.

     "I would like to check the rest of the items you've received." Diavolo says as he stands.

     "Some of its in my room."

     "I will check the house." Lucifer stands to leave as Diavolo looks over every item you hand him. Everything else is completely harmless, with the exception of one charm, but it isn't anything negative. Everytime the item is touched, it helps the party in question think one good thought about themselves. It can only activate once a day.

     If not for the makeup, you'd be a blushing mess. It was oddly sweet. It didn't hold malice or ill intent and something so innocent from a demon gaggle of simps makes your head spin.

     Asmodeus just coo's in delight.

     "Well, it ain't so bad. Let me know when those nerds getcha a charm that spits out Grimm." Mammon sighs.

     "We should all watch Mc a bit closer. It wouldn't hurt. We are the ones who could spot such things much easier, until Mc is completely learned on such subjects." Satan gives you a reassuring smile.

     "It is a good idea." Diavolo's phone goes off and his eyes slide to Lucifer as he walks back into the council room. "Lucifer, Mc, with me immediately."

     You hurriedly stand and follow. The sight that greats you in the main campus makes you stop in your tracks. It's only Lucifer pulling you by the elbow and through the forming crowd that gets you to your destination.

     "Leviathan, stop!" You voice is nervous, it holds confusion and shock and the third born is trapped in place at your command.

     His tail is wrapped tightly around another students neck, his thumbs deep in the man's eye sockets and they're both covered in blood. The sight turns your stomach and you put your hand over your mouth as you try and keep your lunch down.

    "Leviathan, to the council room, now." Diavolo's order is quiet, yet the third born doesn't move. He turns to the crowd and makes sure he has everyone's attention, slowly transforming. "Let it be made clear what will happen to any demon who steps out of line and tries to harm the human exchange student. Not only will you face an Avatars wrath,  but you will face my punishment as well!"

      "Levi, d-do what he says..."

       His tail slowly uncoils, and his claws meet resistance when he pulls them from the back of the other students head. The sound of wet sucking hits your ears and your stomach flops. The sound as Leviathan's thumbs rip violently from the demons head are visceral and just as wet sounding.

      Diavolo orders all of you back to the council room.

      Lucifer is furious, yet the third born sits mostly unbothered. Usually he would be a cowering mess, but it's like he isn't even there as his body trembles and heaves with adrenaline while Lucifer unleashes his fury on his brother.

     "Why the fuck would you handle this matter as such?"

     "Because they were going to hurt the love of my life!" Leviathan growls it, shoulders and chest heaving as he tries to calm himself.

    You can feel the eyes in the room turn to you. All you can do is stare at him.

     Love.

     Levi didn't love you... he loved 2D girls and anime.

    All you could do was shake your head as you you tried to keep yourself under control. "No, you don't." Your words are quiet, you hadn't meant to say them. They would do you no good, so what was the point?

    His head snaps to you and the pain in his eyes makes you look away. "Yes. I do." His form slowly reverts. "It's waking up every morning and wishing you were there. It's -"

    "Shut up." You hold back your sob. You're face is made and ruining all of Asmodeus's hard work isn't fair. It's what you keep focusing on as you lips move on their own.

    "Mc, I-"

    "Shut. Up." The command falls from your lips. "You called her name, Levi." All you can do is clench your fist and hold your eyes tightly closed. Even after all these months it still hurts just as much as when you were outside of his door in shock. "I showed you in the most vunerable way how much I loved you. You came inside of me and called her name!"  You keep the tears at bay by biting your tounge as hard as you can. It's an easier pain to deal with than your heart as blood fills your mouth.

     "I... I-I know." He turns his face to the table, body still shaking. "I-it was an accident. I w-was nervous and I-"

     "You didn't even realize you did it, Leviathan. You screamed out her name on instinct. We're you even thinking of me? Or were you just using me as a hole to fill your weeb-ish little desires?!" You're so disgusted with yourself and you can't help the bitter laugh that leaves you. "God! I can't believe I ever let you touch me like that! I can't believe you're the man that made my heart race..."

     You swallow the blood that continues to pool in your mouth and all you can hear is your heart beating in your ears. "I would rather have drank that love potion and been some scummy little freaks sex doll than ever be with you. At least Astoroth might have actually thought about me while he fucked me." You throw the coffee cup with your name on it across the room and make a quick escape, before your second step hits the floor, you've already teleported.

  ---

     Levi cleaned out his room a month after he realized what he did. He still has manga, anime, even his computer games, but anything and everything Ruri-chan has been auctioned away. Sent to new homes of the highest bidders...

     It's an obscene amount of Grimm sitting in a secret account, and even sold at discounted prices just to be rid of it, the amount of zeros almost makes him sick. It's a stark reminder of just how obsessed he was with Ruri. Letting his envy spiral out of control to the point where it had hurt you so much... his actions that day make him feel sick as he recalls your soft gasps. The feel of your lips and your body taking him so well as he quickly lost his way in you.

      It was more than a dirty Otaku like him could have ever dreamed of... the fact you wanted such a worthless nerd like him. Your flushing face looking up to him like he was the only thing that ever mattered...

      Sometimes he just sits and stares at his bank account. Yes, he's envy... but the amount of zeros on screen just serve as more punishment. His obsession had taken everything from him.

     He's such a sick little pervert. Recalling your angry face as you screamed at him in the council room makes his cock twitch as he sighs deeply and closes his bank tab. It's shameful, absolutely disgusting, but he takes his pants down and slowly begins to stroke his cock.

    You talked to him today. Acknowledged his existence after all these months.

     It's more than he can take as he cums quickly on his keyboard, moans of your name forming in his throat as the remaining rope of his cum slides down his hand and pelvis.

      It's how he should have acted when is cock was thrusting in and out of you, making you shake beneath him with such an adorable face as you milked his cock.

     He throws the keyboard across the room, hitting his wall with a loud clatter as keys fly around his room.

     His eyes fall to the trash bag he found outside of his door the morning after. Every piece of his love, his friendship with you...exactly where you want it. Gone and in the trash.

     He's clung too hope that one day you would forgive him. That he could give you back everything, but he knows what's inside of the bag. Most of its Ruri and he can't ever give those things back to you. You don't want them and he doesn't blame you. The only reason he didn't sell all of that too was the simple fact it was the last piece he had of you.

     It didn't matter that it was a bag full of rejection, it was from you...

     He cleans himself up and tucks his now softend cock back into his pants as he wipes his hand.

      Astoroth. That no good demon was going to enchant you. Make you shyly look at him with adoration and love... The thought of you writhing under another demon and panting their name makes his fist clench, and before he can stop himself, his tail has crushed his monitor.

      Your gasp were his to hear. Your flushing face and soft lips are his. Your body belongs to him and no one else. He won't stand for it!

        Diavolo wants to make a public display of Astoroth, he'll do the Prince one better.

---

   As you and Lucifer walk quietly to the academy in the early morning, you do your best to keep collected. The brothers know your dirty little secret, your shame.

     Replaced by a 2D girl and absolutely idiotic for acting like such a useless human, falling to the whims of the heart so easily.

    Lucifer hasn't spoken a word to you about today's agenda or anything. You've lost his respect, you know it. All of your hard work, erased by simply giving your heart away.

     Your thoughts keep you from noticing how Lucifer tenses. How his stride increases and it isn't until a pair of gloved hands grasp your face do you come back to reality.

     "Keep your eyes closed, Mc." His voice is rough and you try to pull his hands away on instinct. They don't move, Lucifer is set on shielding you.

     "Take Mc to the council room." It's Lord Diavolo's voice, strained, angry.

     Lucifer keeps his hands over your eyes, guiding your body with his. It isn't until you are sat in your chair does he release your face. "Stay."

      You sit still for a minute. You heard him leave, footsteps disappearing down the hall. What the hell could have happened? You pace the the room for a few minutes.

No one shows up and the meeting should have started fifteen minutes ago.

     You can't sit idle any longer. Lucifer may have locked you in, but windows still exist and in his hurry he didn't secure those. You slip out easily enough, and walking around the building only makes your heart race.

     Demons looking you over, whispering. Had they found out about your mistake as well?

    It isn't until a familiar group of demons, your fan club, sees you and runs to your side that your stomach truly sinks.

    They're begging you to stop. To go no further and that your beautiful eyes need not see the gore left behind. That this is a gift they'll protect you from this time.

     You swallow thickly and push past them. Following the bewildered looks on the crowd.

      You glance to the courtyard and your body freezes for a moment before your legs continue on. You can hear the simps speaking, but you can't make out the words. Diavolo and the others stand around the scene and you can't seem to catch your breath.

     To Mc, with all my love. -Leviathan

      It's written in blood across a banner of your favorite color. The calligraphy is fresh and still dripping. Worse yet is the body hanging strewn about on the statue and the campus yard. A head rest in the statues hands and you recognize it. The Demon from yesterday... Astoroth.

      Maybe it's the shock, the confusion that leads your legs to slowly take you to your 'gift'. Sitting in the middle of his brothers and Lord Diavolo rest Leviathan. A happy smile on his face as he stand and closes the gap between the two of you.

    He can't help but softly smile. Your in shock and awe at his gift to you. Its better than anything your fan club could ever do for you.

     He gently cups your face and directs your gaze from his gift to himself, finger slowly tracing your bottom lip. You look so cute like this. This expression is limited edition and he gets to see it up close. "Do you like it?" He knows he sounds desperate, needy, but he just wants to hear your lovely voice say you like his gift. It's for you. He thought about nothing but your eyes and gentle lips as he placed Astoroth's parts exactly where he wanted. "It's my gift to you. The fan club can't do this. If it's not enough, I can do more. Make adjustments for you." He wipes his hands on his pants and picks you up, taking you closer. "If his eyes being open scares you, I'll close them. What ever you want, Mc."

     "Leviathan."

     Lucifers voice draws his attention and he huffs. "I'm busy giving Mc my present." He growls.

    "Levi, Mc is in shock." Satan slowly approaches.

    He takes a step back and laughs. "Of course they are. It's surely the best gift they've ever gotten." His smile is gentle as he looks you over. 

     "Leviathan, it seems Mc may be overwhelmed with such a touching gift of the heart. Perhaps speaking to them in private would help?" Diavolo gives a smile as he approaches, though not close enough to grab you. The last thing he needs is to startle the third born while he holds you. "My office is available, if you would like." He offers another smile.

     He looks back to you and brushes his thumb across your cheek. He can tell you he's sorry. Maybe you'll even give him a kiss. The very thought makes him blush.

    "I'll even escort you myself, come Leviathan." He turns and begins to slowly lead the way and the third born has taken the bait. He's so enamored with you he isn't even aware enough to see such an obvious ploy.

     "Levi's gone off the fucking deep end!" Mammon is grabbed by Lucifer and he can't help but growl.

     "If we make him feel threatened, theres no telling what could happen." Satan informs as he does his best to remain in place.

      "Why would he do this?" Asmodeus's voice is full of confusion and fear.

     "His obsession has shifted." Satan watches as the Prince and his brother round the corner. "Levi's room doesn't have anything with Ruri in it anymore. He's Envy." The blonde reminds his brothers.

     "So he stopped obsessing over her and now it's Mc..." Belphie can feel his stomach twist.

     "After yesterday...that was the tipping point."

   ---

     Diavolo unlocks his door and opens it. Levi walks past him and looking you over, you're still in shock. He watches as the third born sets you softly on his desk. Hands moving to cup your face once more and the loving smile on Levi's face is just another indicator of how far the Avatar has slipped into his sin. Diavolo steps in and closes the door behind him, he doesn't miss the way Leviathan glares and how his grip on you tightens.

     He keeps composed, moving to one of his bookcases he reaches a gloved hand out and plucks a book from the shelf. He turns back around and Levi's gaze hasn't faltered at all.

    "This is one of Mcs favorite books. They found it just last month and have been smitten with it ever sense." It's not a lie...just some embellishments. Lies don't leave his lips, but he can coat his words and talk in circles enough that Leviathan won't notice, at least, not how he is now. "Due to its importance, it's had to stay in my office, but I know they would love to share it with you." He holds the book out and Levi looks at it with suspicion. "I know you and Mc would read manga together frequently.

     Levi's hand slowly reaches for the tome. If he had been in his right mind, the magic flowing in waves would have been just so obvious for him to notice.

    He doesn't though, and once his bare hand skims the cover of the book the third born falls unmoving to the floor. Barbatos has you picked up and off the desk as Diavolo moves to lock the door behind the three of you. When the Avatar comes too, he will be in a rage. The new object of his obsession gone and realizing he's been had... the office has so many enchantments and curses he won't escape it, and it will allow Levi time to return to his senses. To crawl from the pit of envy he's fallen into once more.

        Your shock begins to fade, giving way to shaking and tears. You still can't make sense of it, your mind trying to keep itself together and process the information is still to much for you at the moment.

     The Avatars watch as Barbatos continues to hold you. Diavolo knows that each and every one of them wishes to be in the butlers shoes, but your grip on him has him firmly in place and crowding you could just panic you more.

     "I should have checked on Leviathan more."

     "You are all Avatars of sin. It is not uncommon to fall to it. It's been ages since one of you have had such problems. Things as they were... it makes sense. Leviathan will come too and it will dissipate. He should be himself in a few days." Diavolo sighs as he takes a seat. "Leviathan's actions, while not right and motivated by his sin of Envy...I did warn the students of an Avatars wrath. It will set an example and keep Mc safe in the future." It's a small bright side to all of this, and he needs to focus on it. "Classes will be canceled for a few days, students are now well aware of consequences for trying to harm them. Overall, it could have been much worse."

      "Mc should probably stay somewhere other than the house, atleast for tonight." Satan sighs as he runs his hand through his hair.

      "Mc will be safe gaurded within the Palace. Having you all near will help bring comfort. I'll have the staff prepare for our arrival." Diavolo stands and excuses himself to place a call.

     The room is silent expect for your shaking breaths and Barbatos's gentle voice whispering that you will be okay.

     Someday.

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10 things I've learned as an artist

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Take a step back - I know we all get a lost in the sauce but if you look at the bigger picture, you can pick up on things that look strange or that you don't like.

You can criticize your art but don't hate it - I've said this before but hating your art is hating your progress. The only way to grow is by learning the things you liked/disliked about your older pieces.

Listening to music helps you more than you think - Every art teacher I've ever had always played music in their classroom. Classical, alt, rock, pop, etc. ever since I've noticed my art had more emotion tied to it and (imo) was sharper.

You're only able to draw anime? That's not a bad thing - Drawing anime can be very helpful when it comes to drawing human profiles and it can also help with proportions. No one can tell you how to make art. That's the whole point of it. It's subjective.

You can totally have multiple art styles - Of course you would hear this come from me. Having multiple art styles can help you find the one you like and it's fun to do. I usually take all the sketches I've done and take bits and pieces i like outta them.

Never be afraid to use a reference - Reference models/artist put their pictures on the internet for people like us! The their whole thing is to help young/inexperienced artist to get a grasp of anatomy, creases, and gestures. Never be scared to use one.

If you're working on the computer, give your eyes a break - This doesn't just go for artist, this goes for everyone. I know I'm gonna sound like a parent here but looking at a screen for hours really can make you tired. It can fuck up your melatonin production because of blue light from the screen.

Don't just give your eyes a break, give your hands a break, too. - For the love of fuck please don't spend 4 hours on a huge piece and not give yourself at least one (1) 30 minute break. Carpal tunnel and Arthritis are artist killers. Rest yourself.

Avoid burnout - (This goes for everyone too) Feeling burnt out can take you out for years if you let it get bad enough. I know your art is important to you but remember to keep an eye on your mental/physical health. Being well rested, having good nutrition, and going on a walk every so often can make you feel amazing.

Show your family and friends your art (if you're comfortable with it) - I like to show my mom and siblings my art sometimes. Even though my mom doesn't get it most of the time, she's always happy to give me pointers and compliments. My brother really likes my art and was super excited when I got confident enough to show him. He thinks the way I draw Kris (Deltarune) is incredibly gender and loves it when I send him my pieces.

Here are some apps and websites I use to help with my art:

Pureref - This is an app I use to keep an eye on references while drawing. You can set it to remain open even when in a different software. It's free but they accept donations.

Krita - This is the art program I use. It's reminiscent to Photoshop (something I'm familiar with) but it's completely free and you can get it through their website (Or Steam... if you wanna pay $15 for it).

Krita-Artist.org - Krita has a forum for their users to help other users and give news/updates. There's hundreds of resources, free brush packs, and tutorials on there to help you out.

CapCut - Video editor that's mostly used for Tiktoks but it's easy to use, free, and has it's own copyright detection system. I use this for animatics.

AdorkaStock - Reference photo website that allows you to choose poses from angles, objects, number for models, and positions. All the models are clothed, it won't jumpscare you. They all also have different body shapes so if you're worried about having to draw a chunky character with a slim model, you're all good on that front.

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Okay, friends, time for a writing status update!

Requests are currently closed again.

If you have sent in a request that I haven't gotten to yet, don't worry, I will finish the ones that I have in my inbox!

I am always accepting asks if you just want to chat or share something. Although last time I really got into a discussion with you guys it ended up being about whether or not MC was served human flesh at Hell's Kitchen lol. Listen, that is exactly the kind of conversation I live for, please never stop sending me stuff like that, I totally love it.

All that being said, I'm still accepting something that I'm calling suggestions. Not really a request where you give me a topic and I usually end up writing headcanons about it. More like you give me a character (or two) or a specific scenario and I might write a little scene about it. I want to hear your ideas, but I'm getting a little burnt out on headcanons. So you can still send me writing ideas, but note that I likely won't be doing full headcanon posts about them.

Okay, more detail about this below the cut, if you're interested.

I know I already took a long break, but then I just jumped right back in and started posting writing every day, so I kinda overdid it.

But I noticed that I was really looking forward to writing certain things, but not really other things. So I tried experimenting a little - writing nsfw stuff when I hadn't before, writing another set of headcanons that was about a topic I chose myself, etc.

And here's what I've come to discover.

I do enjoy writing headcanons, but not nearly as much as I enjoy writing actual story scenes. I really loved the 500 follower event because I was writing little scenes about a single character. Headcanons are fun, but they're not my favorite thing to do. And the thing is, I get requests for headcanons all the time. I love doing requests, it's fun because people give me ideas I likely wouldn't have come up with myself. But I would rather have ideas for scenes or short stories than ideas for headcanons.

I've been writing novels and short stories for years. This is what I'm good at. Headcanons are a completely different writing style that I'm not as familiar with. I've been having fun with them, but the more I do, the more I feel like the quality of writing suffers. I often feel like I'm writing the same things over and over, but slightly different. The characters don't change, so I feel like they react pretty similarly to most things.

And maybe that's okay with the people who are reading my writing, but it's kinda boring for me lol. I have more fun writing actual scenes. And I'm better at it, too.

My longer writing posts like that never do as well as the headcanons, but I'm not sure if that's due to the style of writing or more due to the fact that headcanons can have seven characters in one post while my other stuff usually only has one. Buuuut I write stuff for fun, not for notes lol. I looooove that there are people who want to read my stuff, who enjoy what I put out, and who like to interact with me on here.

All this is to say that I am just going to cool it on the headcanons for a bit. I'm not at all saying that I'll never write any again or that I'll never take requests for them again. I might! I probably will! But for now, I need a break from them.

In conclusion, if you read all of this, thank you for being awesome, I am sending you all the virtual kisses.

I love every single follower that I have. Thank you for being here. Thank you for engaging with me. Thank you for making me imagine what demon flesh might taste like.

I love you all!

[wolfiemcwolferson]

Your version if Maxiel is my fave ever I miss them

Hi Anon,

Spoilers for Blue Neighbourhood verse:

Our boys got engaged in The Blue Neighbourhood verse recently and I've written a little thing about it. (Y'all really didn't think I'd deprive you of this did you?) ((CW for mentions of death)) ((( Really starting to toy with the idea of throwing all of these into a "drabble" fic at the end of TBN series for you all, please let me know if that's something you guys would like.)))

The rings look simple. Silver with a thread of gold through the middle. Rustic, Michelle had called them when she went with Max to pick them up from the jewelers.

They do look rustic, but he knows they're perfect. Charles had assured him that they were perfect and...well, Pierre had said it was morbid, but he had said it gently and non-judgmentally so Max was letting it go.

It's tonight. He's going to ask him tonight and he can't help but pull them out of his desk drawer every few minutes and look at them, run his fingers over them gently.

Daniel is expecting it on New Year's since Max had made a big deal about them leaving their plans open. Of course, Max does have a plan for that, but it's not this.

The only person who knows it's tonight is George (and by extension Alex, but he's not mentioned it so Max is assuming they're doing that respectful thing where they pretend that the other person doesn't know things because of partner privilege or whatever).

It's tonight.

.

So, really. He might should have planned something bigger when he sits down and thinks about it. Like, really. He should have. Taken him to Vancouver or allowed Lance to book them something ridiculous and over the top.

Daniel deserves the world and Max asking him to marry him in this pizza place, just doesn't seem big enough somehow, and he -

Danny pulls up and Daniel can see his smile through the windshield of his Jeep, waving and happy. He's always so so happy to see Max and Max knows that this is right. The place they sat down together and plotted out a way to move to Denver after Max finished school. The place they always go back to even after they moved across town.

"Ya didn't have to wait on me, Maxy." Daniel says, walking over to him, bouncing a little bit to warm himself up - jacket discarded in the car like an idiot.

Max pulls his hand out of his pocket, careful not to jostle the ring box too much, and holds it out to Danny, grasping his hand and bringing it up to press a kiss to his freezing fingertips. "Always waiting on you."

Daniel pulls his hand back, but steps into Max's space, tilting his lips up to kiss him. "But we could have pizza right now instead of still standing on the sidewalk like idiots."

Max huffs, pulling him along and into the warmth of the building. It's a shabby place, booths of cracked plastic and low light due to the stained glass lamps hanging above every table. The place smells like bread and melty cheese and something that can really only be described as burnt, but it's damn good and it's always packed.

Max didn't do anything obvious like call ahead, so they have to stand in the doorway for 20 minutes, turning into each other and laughing every time the door opens and a gush of air whirls in around them. "Fuck, it's cold." Daniel whines, putting his head on Max's shoulder. "And don't say anything about my coat."

Max just wraps one arm around his waist, kissing his head. He loves him. He's going to marry him.

They get a booth in the back room, Max taking his coat off now that they're warm-ish and throwing it into the booth before they sit down. Daniel orders them a pizza and a salad and two coke's and Max feels like he's vibrating out of his skin. He knows Daniel will say yes. Of course, Daniel will say yes.

"You good?" Daniel asks him, head tilted.

Max taps his head and nods. A show that he's just thinking about things. Daniel lets it go and starts to talk instead.

Max should have...done more. He should have made this a whole ordeal with flowers and family. Their salad comes and Daniel starts pushing all the purple onions over to Max's side of the plate while he continues talking and only stops his story to offer Max a paper napkin and a fork.

Daniel smiles at him, teeth on display, "Hey," he whispers, leaning in like they're sharing a secret. "I love you, Maxy. Thanks for suggesting this tonight. I...needed it."

Max...Max dives for his coat, extracting the ring from his pocket as quickly as he can, setting it beside the salad plate, eyes set on Daniel's face as the smile slips away.

"Max -" Daniel says his name firmly.

Max kind of nudges the box towards him and Daniel reaches out for it, hand trembling.

"I cannot believe you -" Daniel picks up the box, popping the lid, staring at the two rings before flicking his gaze up at Max. "I assumed New Year's."

"I know." Max nods.

Max can hear how carefully Daniel is speaking. "This is the place you told me you wanted to move to Denver."

"And now it's the place where I'm asking you to marry me."

Daniel smiles, passing the box back over the table, "Ask me then."

Max clears his throat, making a show of sliding the salad plate out of the way, leaning over the table as far as he can. He picks Daniel's ring up and holds it up. "I'll save the poetry for the wedding vows, but you have to know that it's been you and it'll always be you. Fate might have brought you to me, but you and I keep picking each other and I mean to do that every single day for the rest of my life."

He holds the ring out.

"That's still not a question, Maxy."

Max groans and puts his forehead directly on the table, revelling in the way Danny laughs, but when he sits back up he asks, "Will you marry me, Daniel?"

"You fucking bet I will." Danny says gently, holding his hand out for the ring.

Max is sliding it on when their server tries to bring their pizza and Daniel puts his arms across the table, "Jess, darling." He says. "You need to go put that in a box. We'll be up to pay our check, but this idiot just asked me to marry him and we have to go."

"Danny!" Max laughs, but Daniel shrugs and then he leans all the way over the table and kisses Max breathless.

"I love you forever." He says when he pulls away. "I love you forever."

.

They don't pay for the pizza (because it turns out getting engaged in a restaurant makes people mushy) and they end up having to part at their cars to drive home even though Danny gets a little teary about it and they eat cold pizza in bites of one or two at a time between the two hours of phone calls they make when they get back to their apartment.

Max had...thought this might go differently. More time to relax into each other, maybe? Less time promising everyone they've ever met that they will not elope and will have a wedding and yes, they love them too.

Daniel is stretched out on his chest, left hands clasped out to the side. Max can see he's staring at them.

He muscles his way into a sitting position - jostling Max nearly to death.

"Ok," he demands, tapping a finger on his ring. "There's something wildly romantic about this. So. Out with it."

Max doesn't know quite how to tell him this - perhaps should have saved it for a wedding ring - should have given Danny time to prepare or say no.

Max picks up Danny's hand from his chest, kissing the ring, chest full of so much love and devotion that he thinks it might actually kill him. "The gold. I got it from Charles."

"From Charles?" Daniel's voice goes high in question.

Max kisses his ring knuckle. "The chain from - the chain from the necklace Jules wore. His mom had it melted down and she gave it to Charles to use for anything he wanted and we -"

Daniel rips his hand away from Max's so he can cover his face, whole body shaking.

Max has to really muscle them around so he can sit up and hold Daniel to his chest. "I just thought...we always say that he's the person who brought you to me so it felt -"

"You're literally the worst, most romantic, awful man that has ever existed and I love you so much."

Max has to bite down on his bottom lip to keep from laughing. "I know, schatzi."

"Who gave you the right?" Daniel heaves, pressing himself into Max as far as he can.

"I think you did actually. When you tried to propose to me in the middle of Arizona."

Daniel starts shaking in laughter now. "I love you so much, oh my god. I planned on sex, but now I'm snotty."

Max cups Daniel's face in his hands, pulling it up so he can look at him. "I love you. I'm so happy, Danny. I'm so happy you just have no idea."

"I do have an idea actually." Danny sniffs. "Ok, there will still be sex. Because you only get engaged once and I'd like that, so to the bedroom, Mr. Verstappen-Ricciardo."

Max's chest clenches, but he's trying to shuffle Daniel back far enough on his knees so he can stand up with him from the couch.

"I was just trying that out, but damn that sounds good. Or should be go Ricciardo-Verstappen? Do you think it matters?"

"Actually," Max clears his throat and then grunts, picking Daniel up. "I was thinking we would just go with...Ricciardo." Daniel unwraps his legs from Max's waist and he drops down to the ground.

It's silent. Max isn't looking at him. Daniel cups his face now, forcing him to look at his face. "I'm going to love you forever." Daniel says it slowly - making sure Max hears each syllable.

Yeah, they're going to do this forever.

[unprocione]

name : rian!

pronouns :  he/him :)

preference of communication : discord! always discord, i constantly forget tumblr ims exist, and on discord i can remark things as unread, so i don't lose the notification if i can't reply at the time, which helps when i'm burnt out or if my attention span is particularly bad that day.

most active muse :  leon & only leon these days!

experience / how many years :  i've been writing on tumblr since late 2018! it feels like way longer, i started writing on tumblr when red dead redemption 2 was released and i was writing josiah trelawny while the game was actually still under embargo, scrambling to watch every new playthrough episode i could find while the fandom was setting up. i didn't actually play the game myself until it was released on pc in late 2019!

best experience : i had several really good experiences writing atlas/frank fontaine from bioshock in a western cusp-of-the-nineteen-hundreds american heartland verse, going into alot of topics like industrialism at that time, the american labour movement and american union history, strike tactics & the economics of greed. it was inspired alot from a show on the usa network called damnation that got cancelled, i did a ton of historical research and i mostly wrote with red dead redemption ii muses, did alot of worldbuilding with @sharp-teeth-and-wide-grins who is an excellent roleplay partner! i'm working on potentially setting up that verse again but from a different perspective for leon, because i miss it.

rp pet peeves : oh i have alot of opinions but i keep 'em to myself until you give me an opportunity. can't stand people getting cancelled for writing villains as the actual villains they are in canon, or characters generally as more complicated morally, especially when they're referencing content from the actual media and people are losing their minds because they're not the fandom expectation or easy ship material. so many people will have 'mun does not equal muse!!' in their carrds and byfs but will clutch their pearls if you even quote directly from source material, and then harass the fuck out of you, send hate anons, suicide bait, i mean we've all seen it happen or heard about it if it hasn't happened to us directly, definitely so if you're on this site for more than a year, so you know what i mean. i don't like people looking to my writing for moral directives or sifting through all my content to glimpse some kind of agenda, i think that's chronically online behavior. obviously it's different if someone is writing pedophilia or something but i just feel like i shouldn't have to make that disclaimer at all, it feels like common sense but if i don't say something i run the risk of someone messaging me like 'so you support so & so? kill yourself!' y'know.

fluff, angst, or smut : i like all of these in moderation so long as there's depth to it further than just being fluff, angst, or smut for no cause, you know? if it's not signature to our muses, if it doesn't fit narratively, and is just feel-good content, i just get bored, and having any of this in back to back to back to back threads of just one roleplay genre is like being smothered to death with chocolate cake, i only like a little bit once in a while otherwise i get sick of it, y'know.

plots or memes : plotting 100%, but even though i heavily prefer plotting, i don't often have the energy for it? even if i really like the other muse's portrayal. or, alternatively, i will do all of this plotting in my head, and just like. never act on it, or bring it to my roleplay partner, due to this weird ocd-adjacent anxiety symptom i'm trying to break now that i have meds to help me out, where i make alot of social rules and conditions for myself that just overall completely pens me up and isolates me. i don't know what it's called but i've just always had that and it gets in the way of what i love doing all the time.

long or short replies : i don't have a reliable perception of long or short replies! i'm happy with two paragraphs but i'll reply with like six or eight paragraphs average because once i get over my anxiety there's really nothing else stopping me and i like run-on sentences and exposition and scenery and internal monologues!! and i know it's not always appropriate sometimes too, like if we agree on a shorter thread for less pressure, but i've always had a hard time knowing where to stop with anything, i have no perception of an appropriate point to cut off? i need like. a reverse nanowrimo.

time to write : apparently 11:00 pm - 6 am est, since that's when i'm most productive lately.

are you like your muses : god i hope not. i did choose to write leon as gay though because, i'm gay myself and it was more comfortable for me, even though he's pretty heterosexual in canon, but that's less from me wanting to relate with him on a point, and more because i have had some really uncomfortable and bad experiences shipping with female muses who didn't respect boundaries in the past. whether that's projecting attraction on me as a person instead of my muse, or wanting me to write noncon or torture porn, and finding a way to take it out on me when i said no or tried to let them down easy, and it's one of those things where looking back on the memory of it gives me the same tight-chested feelings as alot of people get when they've been involved in intense drama and callouts and stuff. just can't do it anymore! maybe that'll change someday ^^

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