#i....i am LOOKING mmk

[campingwiththecharmings]

What’s your favorite Poe costume?

hi bb 🥰 thank you for sending this, i very much enjoyed looking at all the pics lmao 🤤

10000000% my choice is the slutty dinosaur wrangler look from rise of skywalker

there's just....so much going on between the gloves and shirt and the pants and boots and that stupid fucking scarf hnnnnnnnnnnnnng.

i think i fall in love with him a little more every time i see him in this outfit tbh. it's very, um, inspiring, let's say 🤭

(honorable mention below the cut)

also adore him in his flight suit, tbh. who knew an ugly, orange onesie could also be sexy? 🙃

(tho, lbr, it might just be that oscar makes it sexy lmaooo)

[whereisthedamndaddymanual]

Me: she said her name was Deenie and she is...

Well just look at her and those tits....ok...AND she always was giving me come fuck me eyes

Her: does she get the Belt?

Me: 🤔

Mark her in a pattern of the pentagram

[hollandsangel]

2:15 am | c. sturniolo

HI yes im alive who’s surprised (me, i am)

self proclaimed mayor of the ‘chris can’t sleep alone’ club (doing gods work, you’re welcome)

summary: chris cant sleep & you’re the perfect remedy

wc: 834

gif by @hotelstares !

you haven’t been asleep very long. maybe twenty minutes or half an hour.

you’re in the midst of a fuzzy dream when your phone starts to vibrate on your dresser next to your bed. the sound is difficult to recognize at first, getting all mixed up with your dream in your mind. eventually it wakes you up, tugging you away from the soft haze you’d been emersed in.

groggily, you reach over for the device, squinting your eyes to try and read the contact. your eyes are bleary, but you’re able to make out your boyfriends name and contact photo after a brief seceond.

“chris?” you wonder through the line upon answering, voice thick with sleep and hardly above a whisper.

“hey ma,” his voice is smooth, like he hasn’t been asleep yet.

“hi…i think i was dreaming about you,” you say as you let your head fall back against the pillow, rubbing gently at your eyes with your other hand.

“yeah?” he says through a deep breath. the smile your confession elicits from him is audible and contagious.

“yeah, either that or i just spent the last four days with you and my brain hasn’t realized we’re apart yet,” you think he must be able to hear your smile as well.

“my brain hasn’t really realized it either,” he mumbles, getting a little bit shy.

you close your eyes, content being soothed by his voice.

“what time is it?” you ask him, even if you could easily look at your phone screen for the answer. opening your eyes feels like too much work.

chris answers of course, without hesitation, “2:15,”

“it’s pretty late, you okay, bub?” you ask him before answering your own question, “can’t sleep?” you know how he gets, always needing someone close by when he drifts off.

you can imagine it’s a bit difficult tonight, considering you spent the last few nights sharing his bed. you’d found it a little harder than normal too, having gotten used to his arms tucked around you, his face pressed against your shoulder blade.

“i miss you,” he mutters and it makes you blush, “and i don’t wanna crawl into bed with matt or nick, i know it won’t help,” he admits, letting out a long breath.

“you wanna come over?”

“would that be okay?” he seems a little bit embarrassed, like he might be inconveniencing you.

“of course, chris,” you open your eyes now, reaching over to turn on your bedside lamp, “i want cuddles now,” you say sheepishly, face still half pressed against your pillow, muffling the words.

“mmk, i’ll get an uber, be there soon,”

“kay, love you,” you sigh, waiting for him to hang up.

“love you too,” he says first, making you smile even if you’ve heard it a thousand times.

in the twenty minutes it takes for chris to show up, you’re drifting in and out of sleep, trying your hardest to keep the lull of exhaustion at bay as you wait, no matter the difficulty.

soon enough, the sound of a key in the lock sends a small jolt of wakefulness through you, and you anticipate the subtle push of the door as he comes through to your bedroom.

“nick or matt’s bed wasn’t good a enough?” you tease, watching him turn a little red as he shuffles into your room.

“i wanted to sleep in your bed,” he mumbles, beanie hanging low and covering his eyebrows, pajama pants hanging lower. he lifts the duvet and crawls in with you, immediately wrapping you in his arms, “nd’ i wanted to sleep with you, not my stinky brothers.”

you laugh, stifling it against the blankets “m glad you’d rather snug with me,”

“you kidding? you’re the best snugger around.”

“i’d say,” you hum, tugging his beanie off and tossing it somewhere on your floor.

he gives you a squeeze before reaching over to turn you so you’re facing him, “thanks for letting me come over,” he mutters, beaming in the low light. he looks so pretty like this, grinning down at you, illuminated by the soft glow of your lamp. he reaches up slightly and brushes your hair from your face.

you have a small moment of realization; he’s admiring you the same way you’re admiring him. you think your heart grows in size, gratitude making it swell up.

“thanks for comin’,” you whisper back, leaning up so your noses touch.

chris closes the gap, giving you a gentle kiss before pulling back and kissing your forehead too.

“night,” he tucks you against him, keeping you close, “i love you,” it’s sweet, how his tone changes. it’s tired now, chalked full of sleep and you can’t help but think it’s because he’s with you now, and that’s what puts him at ease enough to finally relax.

“i love you too,” you whisper into the barely-there space between you, watching as his eyes close and his lashes kiss the tops of his cheeks.

you can’t help yourself, leaning forward just enough to kiss him there too.

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tags ! @st4rswrld @urfavvev3lyn @mattsturnioloarchive @averysbestyears @its-jennarose @strnilolo @grimholic @tworosesblackthorn @mattscoquette @dazednmatthews @pinkishpearls

[marlenesluv]

hii! could you do a max smau where his gf takes him to nyc for christmas, but he doesht usually like christmas, but this time he loves it

Christmas Is Better With You. (MV)

hi!! aww, bye, this is so cute🥹 i can 110% do this! i’m a sucker for a cute max smau. he gets way too much hate, he’s just a sweetheart, ugh.

pairing: max verstappen x fem!nyc born!reader

fc: ruby lyn (one of my fav instagramers who actually lives in ny!)

warnings: none!

masterlist here -> masterlist link

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your instagram story:

december 19th at 10:42pm

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liked by: lilymhe, maxverstappen1, and 723,109 others

y/n.user: first day of turning max from the grinch, to buddy the elf 🎄❤️

view comments…

maxverstappen1: i am not the grinch

↳ y/n.user: babe….

↳ maxverstappen1: just bc i don’t like christmas, doesn’t mean i’m the grinch

↳ y/n.user: that’s exactly what the grinch would say

supermaxfan1: max cooks??

↳ y/nfp: y/n has said his cooking has gotten better with her help LMAOO

user6: girlie, i don’t think you will be successful..

↳ user1: y/n is very determined. she’ll crack him

alex_albon: good luck!! you’ll need it

↳ y/n.user: thanks, alex!

↳ maxverstappen1: wowowow. thanks alex🙄

f1wags: our wag takes on a challenge this christmas

yourbsf: have fun babes!!

*liked by creator*

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maxverstappen1: i guess nyc has good food and pretty decorations (and i’m with the best tour guide, my gf, if you can’t figure it out)

view comments…

y/n.user: aww, i really am the best tour guide, arent i?

↳ maxverstappen1: of course

user5: y/n is looking absolutely stunningggg

↳ user2: nyc makes her glow bc it’s her home fr

user0: she’s wearing ferrari colors?

↳ ferrarifans: oh pls. christmas is red and green. plus, there’s red in REDbull😭 ffs💀

y/nseditpage: she’s looking sooo beautiful

maxandy/nfp: need me a max fr🙄

user7: my fav couple, deadass

ferrarifriends: okay. we get it. you guys are in love. gag me (i’m so lonely pls)

francisca.cgomes: she’s a stunnnnaaaaaa

↳ y/n.user: kikaaaa🥹🫶

↳ francisca.cgomes: 🫶🫶

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maxverstappen1: christmas is, in fact, better in nyc with your girlfriend

view comments….

y/n.user: yayaya my personal buddy the elf!

↳ maxverstappen1: only for you, though

user5: SOBBING THEY ARE SO CUTE

danielricciardo: hes so whipped

↳ y/n.user: as he should be. i’m whipped for him

↳ danielricciardo: so true

maxiel4life: i may be a maxiel fan, but i’m a y/niel lover

user9: the market in nyc on christmas day is soo real

changeyourcar: mmk best couple, slayyy

paddockgirlie: the home alone movie on the projector?? this is so cute

landonorris: i want a nyc christmas, wth??

↳ y/n.user: next year, max wants the whole grid to come over🤞 soooo hehe

↳ oscarpiastri: omg i’m coming

papayafp: a nyc grid christmas next year??? sign me tf upppp

lewishamilton: y/n’s apartment looks so nice!

↳ y/n.user: thank you, lew!!

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reply from @danielricciardo :

↳ he could never love my gifts too much, i’m an amazing gift giver ☺️

replying to @danielricciardo from @y/n.user :

↳ whatever 🥲🙄

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[bleucaesura]

STOLITZØ - FIFTY EIGHT

Blitzø sat in bed staring up at the ceiling when he heard a knock at the door. It opened a crack and Fizzarolli poked his head inside.

“Fizz!” Blitzø beamed at Fizzarolli.

“Hey,” Fizzarolli looked around the room. “Is this an ok time?”

“Of course,” Blitzø waved him over. “I sent Loony home to get a proper night’s rest. And Stolas… Actually. I don’t know where Stolas is.” He shrugged.

Fizzarolli closed the door behind him and pulled up a chair by the bed.

“Oz caught him in the hall.” Fizzarolli sat down and made himself comfortable. “Said he had something to discuss with him.”

Blitzø raised an eyebrow.

Fizz waved it off.

“Doesn’t matter. Nothing you need to worry about.”

“Mmk.”

They sat in awkward silence for a time.

Blitzø cleared his throat.

“You look good, Fizz.” He smiled warmly at him.

“You’ve definitely looked better.”

“What? You’re not digging the pharaoh mummy look?” Blitzø pantomimed tossing back voluminous tresses over his shoulders. “Not into head bandages?”

Fizzarolli averted his gaze.

“Not a fan of hospitals.”

Blitzø cringed. “F*ck… I’m sorry… I didn’t me-“

Fizzarolli waved him off. “Really not a fan of seeing people I love, hurt.” He looked down at his hands in his lap.

Blitzø reached his hand out as far as his IV would allow, trying to reach out to Fizz.

Fizzarolli noticed and looked up to meet Blitzø’s gaze.

“Thank you for being here, Fizz.”

Fizzarolli smiled sadly and took Blitzø’s out-stretched hand. “I wasn’t gonna let anyone keep us apart this time.”

Blitzø grinned and fought back tears.

They sat in comfortable silence for a time, holding hands, enjoying this moment. One that had been long overdue.

Blitzø tried to fight it, but a yawn managed to escape.

“You’re tired. I’ll let you rest.”

No…

Fizzarolli went to stand but Blitzø gripped his hand tighter.

Please don’t go…

“Would you stay?” He looked at Fizz, pleading. “Like when we were kids?”

Fizzarolli thought for a moment, then he slid his hand out from Blitzø’s.

“Oh… Right..” Blitzø’s heart clenched, tears welled up in his eyes and he looked away. “You’ve got to get home…”

A moment later the lights in the room turned off, and Blitzø looked back to see Fizz standing by his bed.

“You’re going to have to move over if we’re both going to fit.”

I f*cking hope he can’t see me crying in the dark…

Blitzø scooted as far over as he could and Fizz climbed under the covers on the other side of the bed.

They both shifted until they lay on their sides facing each other.

They chuckled awkwardly.

“Well. Haven’t done this in a hot minute.”

Fizzarolli snickered. “Nope.”

Blitzø noticed Fizz was still wearing his jester hat.

“Aren’t you going to take that off?” He asked off-handedly.

Fizzarolli froze and buried his face in his hands.

Blitzø’s heart jumped into his throat.

“Fizz?”

Fizzarolli looked at Blitzø, silent tears streaming down his face.

“Fizz?! What is it?” Blitzø could feel something was very wrong.

“Blitzø…” Fizzarolli shuddered a sigh.

“Whatever it is…” Blitzø reached out to take his hand.

Fizzarolli covered his face with one hand, shook his head and held up a finger - telling Blitzø to hold on.

“You’re f*cking scaring me, Fizz…”

Fizzarolli sat up. Blitzø propped himself up on an elbow.

“I’ve only ever let Asmodeus see me without this,” Fizzarolli touched his hat.

Blitzø raised an eyebrow.

“But it’s a part of who I am,” he swallowed hard. “And I think I need to be ok letting others get close enough to see… EVERY broken part of me.”

“You’re not broken, Fizz,” Blitzø reached out to him, but Fizzarolli shook his head.

“I know I’m not,” he took a deep breath. “But I’ve still got broken pieces…”

Fizzarolli pulled his hat off and clutched it to his chest in anguish. He couldn’t bear to look at Blitzø.

Blitzø shot upright.

This is MY fault…

“F*ck.. Fizz… I’m so f*cking sorry…”

Fizzarolli started to cry all over again. He tried to hide his face and put his hat back on, but Blitzø grabbed him and pulled him into a tight hug.

“You’re f*cking amazing, Fizz.” Blitzø clutched him tightly. “And don’t worry… Your horns will ALWAYS be bigger than mine.”

The two cried themselves to sleep that night in the same position they’d always slept in as little kids: curled up, touching foreheads and holding hands.

***

Stolas and Asmodeus stood in the doorway to Blitzø’s room and watched Fizzarolli and Blitzø sleep.

“Is this something I need to be worried about?” Stolas whispered to Asmodeus.

Asmodeus smirked and shook his head. “I ain’t.” He looked at Fizzarolli with such love and adoration, Stolas couldn’t help feeling like he was invading their privacy somehow.

Asmodeus looked at Stolas and squeezed his shoulder in encouragement. “I get your reticence. It’ll take time for you two to figure each other out. But I know my Fizzy.” He looked over at the boys and smiled.

“And the fact that Fizzy let Blitzø see him like this” Asmodeus cocked his head so Stolas would look where he was looking - at Fizzarolli’s exposed horns. “Means he’s trusting people again. Trusting Blitzø again. Opening himself up to the idea of family again”

Family…

Stolas’s heart ached. He wanted that kind of closeness with Blitzø. He wanted Blitzø to let him in like that.

“And if my Fizzy trusts him with that kind of vulnerability? I know you can too.” Asmodeus smiled warmly at Stolas. “Hell. I trust the idiot with Fizzy’s life. That’s gotta say something, don’t it?”

Stolas smiled meekly back at Asmodeus. “It does.”

“Good.” Asmodeus clapped him on the back, catching him off guard. Stolas tried not to squawk in surprise.

Asmodeus chuckled.

Stolas shot him a glare.

Asmodeus snorted, tried to cover his laugh, and turned into the hallway. “Let’s go. Give those two some more time to rest. They need it.”

“Yes.” Stolas followed, looking longingly over his shoulder at Blitzø, and how peaceful and content he looked sleeping there, next to Fizzarolli.

If only I could make him feel that safe…

“I suppose you’re right.”

*****

[nkirukaj]

The Radio Demon & the Billboard Doe (4)

Pairing: Alastor x Fem! OC

Warnings: Swearing!

Genre: Angst? (Mostly Humor here)

Word Count: 3.1K

<Chapter 3

4. You're Welcome

9 AM was still quite early, so she didn’t speak to anyone when she was leaving the Hotel. Charlie tries to call after her, but Voe ignores her, knowing it would take her some time to find the V tower once again. Once she did find it and entered the building it was 8:59 AM. 

“Excuse me? If you’re here for the event, the line is over there.”  spoke a secretary pointing to a line of women that Voe had completely missed when she walked in—a line of nicely dressed, but very tired and annoyed women that lead right out the door. 

“Um, is my name written down somewhere?”

“Huh?” said the secretary, with her hand in her mouth “Who are you?”

“I’m Voe, I was contacted directly by Velvette.”

“Hmmm,” she scrolled through her computer “What did you say your name was?”

“It’s Voe.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry I don’t have a Vogue here.”

“It’s Voe!” 

“Yeah, Vogue.”

“VOE”

“How do you spell that?”

“V-O-E?” her frustration building exponentially

“Ohhh. I have a V-O-E here, is this you?” she turns the computer with a picture of her on it. Voe stares at this woman as if she were insane.

“Yes,” she says annoyed

“Mmk.” She turns the computer back and begins typing “Okay, so I guess we can start now.” The secretary stands and approaches the line “OKAY! IF ANY OF YOU BITCHES ARE SHORTER THAN 5 ‘3FT OR TALLER THAN 5’10, YOU ARE DISMISSED!” 3/4 of the line moans in annoyance and leaves. Almost enough models to fill Pentagram City alone. “IF YOU’RE WEARING FLATS, YOU’RE DISMISSED. AND DON’T EVER CONSIDER COMING BACK IF YOU’RE WEARING SNEAKERS!” Another couple hundred models left the premises.

“AND LASTLY IF YOU ARE UGLY LEAVE AND NEVER RETURN!” 

“How do we know if we’re ugly?” a woman on the line asks

“If you have to ask that, then you are.” most of the women are gone, leaving Voe and one other model. Voe goes to stand next to her, she shoots Voe a smile, and Voe gives back what she thinks might be a smile.

“Okay! I’ll call the boss now!”

“Melissa!” Another demon came from a different room “You’re yelling again!”

“Sorry,” she looks sheepish. Melissa turns to the models “I’ll take you to the boss now.”

After being led up the stairs, Melissa knocks on a door.  A voice with a distinct British accent responds, “Come in!” Melissa knocks again. “Come IN!” the voice sounded more annoyed. Melissa knocks once again and the door is thrown open to reveal a beautiful demoness with deep brown skin, and hair that’s red on the top and blue at the bottom, tied up in a large ponytail. She’s wearing a red two-piece outfit with mismatched striped sleeves. “I said come IN!” She glares at Melissa “Don’t just stand in the doorway!” she says to the aspiring models who follow her inside. Melissa takes up the rear closing the door from inside the studio.

“Stand here,” the demoness calls from over by a desk, pointing at a slightly raised area in front of some U-shaped mirrors. They scramble to stand there quickly. The demoness stands up from her desk drawer, holding a tape measure, and approaches them with it “I am Velvette, but of course, you already know that and chances are that you’re here to make your dreams come true. You think you have what it takes to survive in this industry? Well you DON’T” She glares at the both of them “I’m just seeing you both so I can know which one of you is the least trash.” she squints “Names.” she orders. There’s a pause where they are both confused about what to say “NAMES?!” Her eyes widen and she raises her voice with anger

“Umm, Molly?”

“Is that a QUESTION?!”

“No! It’s Molly!” her voice is quivering

Voe’s hands are shaking and she has an overwhelming urge to pull at one of her ears “Voe.” Her voice comes out sounding flat and her tone is indecipherable. 

Velvette raises a brow at her. “Ahh…yes. Voe the Beau, is it?” the fashionista looks her up and down. 

Voe nods once “Indeed,”

“Hmm,” was all Velvette responded with. She paces back and forth silently, looking over at the potential hires every few minutes with her piercing gaze. Voe wondered what was taking so long, they were just standing there. The other girl, however, had begun shaking and sweating under Velvette’s watchful eye, to the point where it became noticeable. After about an hour of silence and short glances, Velvette walks back up to them and says “No. 9” pointing at Molly and Voe respectively. The girl, Molly runs off crying and tripping over her shoes and Voe stands there confused by her statement.

“What are you waiting for?” 

“You to clarify.” Voe’s mouth is something like a straight line when she says this. Confused, but not wanting to look angry

“Clarify what?”

“What ‘9’ means”

Velvette rolls her eyes “You don’t know how to tell time? Come back tomorrow at 9! Now leave!” She points to the door. 

Voe walks toward the door still a bit confused. How was I supposed to know what that meant? But brushed it off. Guess this means she got the job! 

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Usually after doing things in the morning, Voe would come home and crash into a nap, but today she was filled with energy from her visit to vVv Tower. She sat in the parlor eating a plate of spaghetti that she found in the fridge and turned on the tv. The first thing she saw was a girl with blue skin, black sclera, green pupils, sharp teeth, and dark brown puffy hair being interviewed on 666 news.

“Hi, I’m Katie Killjoy!”

“And I’m Tom Trench!”

“Nobody gives a fuck who you are Tom! And we are here with the Vees newest discovery! Introduce yourself, sweetheart!”

The camera focuses on the petite demoness who speaks with a high-pitched voice. “Hi, you can call me Sugar. Sugar Cube!”

“Sugar has been working with the Vees for about a month now and she’s seemed to become an instant celebrity overnight! What do you have about that Sugar?’

“And do you taste as sweet as your name implies?” Tom speaks up and Katie growls at him

Sugar’s eyes are lidded and sensual “I wouldn’t say it was overnight. It takes so much practice and…. confidence? I’m sorry I’m so nervous.”

“Well that’s alright Sugar, you could just be staring at the camera and there’d be at least 2 things I’d be happy about with your performance!” Tom interjected

“I swear Tom, shut the fuck up. What’s it been like working with the Vees?”

“Pretty cool, you get so many opportunities and you can meet so many great people”

“And what people have you met?”

“Umm…lots.”

“Like…?”

“Ummm..he Vees?” 

Laugh track plays over the scene. Katie looks clearly envious “You’re lucky you’re pretty Sugar.”

“Me too,” she says

“Aww, what the fuck! where’d my spaghetti go?!” Angel Dust can be heard from the kitchen. Voe slowly places the plate on the coffee table. Angel enters the parlor. “Hey, have you seen my-“ she spots the plate and just stares at her with flat brows “What the fuck.”

“In my defense, I thought it was up for grabs.”

“It had my name on it!”

“How do you put your name on spaghetti?”

“It was in a container? With my name on it?”

Voe picks up the container out of the garbage and checks it over, seeing Angel’s name on it “Hot damn, my bad. Do you like, want it?”

He plops down on the couch “No, just shit ask next time damn.”

“Okay,” she sits back down and puts his legs over her lap. “Hey, do you know that girl?’ She points at the tv

“Huh?” Angel is scrolling through his phone

“That girl on the tv”

His eyes glance up and focus on who she’s pointing at “Holy shit.”

“She says she works for the Vees, so I thought maybe you might have seen her?”

“Rumor has it that you’re getting a billboard right in the middle of Pentagram City!” Katie continues 

“Well, that’s only a rumor, but I’d love for it to be true someday.”

“Well, you are living the dream Sugar.” Katie turns back to the camera “That’s all for tonight on 666 News and before it cuts off she shoves Tom off his seat

Voe frowns “I wanna be on a billboard.”

“Holy shit. Someone’s gotta get her some cue cards.”

“So you do know her?”

“Yeah, we work together.”

“Oh, she does porn too?”

“Yeah...” he says not really listening anymore. Voe gets up and throws the rest of the spaghetti in the trash, which definitely gets his attention.

“And then you wasted it?! What the fuck?!”

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Voe had taken to playing music out loud in the hotel: full speaker, no headphones, nothing. Whenever she was happy she couldn’t help but dance, which is what exactly she was doing when she heard a knock on her door, she had idea of who it would be, and was confirmed to be correct once she opened it.

“Is there something I can do for you, deer man?”

Alastor’s are only slightly open, and he’s holding his cane as though he used it to knock with “Yes, my dear in fact there is. Your,” he pauses, raising an eyebrow before saying “Music, is quite loud. I would advise you to turn it down.”

“Is it bothering you?” She leans on the doorframe 

“Well, now that you mention it, yes.”

“Why?” He tilts his head, confused by the question “Did you hear it from somewhere else, or just walking by?”

“I heard it from my room.”

“Where’s your room?”

“Right upstairs.”

“That’s not that far, plus you have those deer ears. I’m not sure it’s as loud as you think it is.” She smirks “No one else has complained. How do I know that you’re not just being a nag?”

“Can you not just be respectful and turn it down?”

“But then I can’t hear it.”

“If you turn it down a singular notch?”

“Then that wouldn’t make much of a difference to you, now would it?”

“How do you know? You haven’t done it.”

She takes out her phone and presses the ‘volume down’ button once, which has no perceivable difference in the amount of sound. “See?”

“Hmm. Very well.”  his brows are flat “Enjoy your ‘music’ on your…” he cuts his eye. “What is that?”

”It's a speaker," she said, looking up at him with a hint of annoyance as he poked it with his cane.

"That is not a speaker. It's a box with small holes in it. Speakers have large funnels to project sound and a place to play your record or radio. This is not a speaker."

"It's a speaker," she repeated. "Modernized. It's for phones, iPads, computers, and stuff."

Alastor looked shocked and disgusted, but his smile never faltered.

"Where does the record go?" he asked.

"There's no record. We barely even use CDs anymore."

"What in hell is a CD?" Alastor asked incredulously.

"A 'Compact Disk'," Voe explained. "People used it to play music. But that doesn't matter because people don't use them anymore. This," she pointed to her speaker, "connects to my phone," she held up her smartphone, "via Bluetooth. It's a wireless technology that allows devices to communicate with each other over short distances," she added, looking up from her phone. "It plays the music that I have saved on my phone."

Once Voe finishes and takes a breath and looks up, Alastor seems as if he is going to short-circuit from the vast amount of information he was just given. Voe sighs again. 

“You don’t get it at all.”

“Not at all,” he hits the top with his cane

“Hey, watch it.” She turns serious “Do not damage my property.” 

His smile grows at the idea of irritating her “Enjoy your ‘music’ on your ’speaker’” he walks out in a pompous manner, somewhat bouncing with each step.

“They are not theoretical things,” she mumbles. She turns to go back into her room, before doing a double take. She tilts her head, watching Alastor leave. With each step, his coat raises a bit, she squints looking as hard as possible. “Is that a tail?” her jaw drops open with delight.

The next morning Angel was rushing around the parlor, looking like anxiety incarnate.

“Oh shit, Val’s gonna kill me if I’m late again,” he mumbles to himself.

Voe strolls through the parlor without a care in the world. “Val?”

“Valentino. That’s his boss.” Husk spoke from behind the bar before lifting a bottle to his lips 

“Really dude? It’s not even 9 am.”

“This is my breakfast,” he said taking another swig

“Are you headed to V tower?” 

“Yeah, don’t distract me toots.”

“Oh! I’m headed over there! We can go together!”

“Sure, but I’m leaving now!”

“Okay!” She skips out the door right behind Angel 

Reaching V tower, it felt a lot larger and less friendly than it had when Voe came the first time, maybe because of the lack of models, maybe because of how quiet it was, or maybe because of the look of terror on Angel’s face, when they entered the front doors. There stood a giant moth man decked out in bling and a fancy fur coat with a red top hat donning a striped feather.

“Angel,” he spoke in a sickly sweet voice, “What did I tell you before?”

“I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.” Angel lowers his head, and Voe is confused by the gesture. She’d never seen him look like this before. She looked up at the moth man, he was incredibly tall, and the way he put his hand on Angel, made his face contort into something awful while the moth man’s smile grew.

Velvette finally entered the room at that point, while Voe was examining the two men, bringing the moth’s attention to her. “There you are!” she said

“Oh my,” the giant moth approaches Voe and Velvette “You are gorgeous. Do you need a job? Because I could make you-“ he bends down, then kisses and slightly licks the back of Voe’s hand, leaving a residue of red saliva “A star.” His eyes stare up as hers stare down. He smirked, and she almost sneered. 

“Fuck off Valentino, she’s mine!” Velvette interjects

“You’re Valentino?” Voe spits, shocked by the information

“In the flesh Hermosa.” He spreads his wings as a display of dominance “I see my reputation precedes me.”

“Indeed it does,” she confirmed, wiping his saliva off her hand

“Come with me and I could make you bigger than she” he gestures to his comrade “Ever could. Especially someone like you. I don’t have any plus-sized girls.” He stares at her like he’s starving and she’s a piece of meat. Voe’s body temperature began rising exponentially and-

“Like I said Val, fuck off! I found her first!” Velvette begins pushing Voe in the opposite direction towards her studio while flipping Valentino off. Voe takes one more glance back, and the moth wiggles his tongue and blows her a kiss before she shivers in disgust, looking back at Angel as he is dragged the opposite way.

“Okay, stand perfectly still,” Velvette instructed her while she stood in front of the mirrors. Voe does her best to do so, as her new boss snaps once, twice, three, four five times to find an outfit that works for her. “Hmm, no no no. None of these are working!” She snaps again and again, changing the outfits every second, but she remains unsatiated “This isn’t working, get down!”

Voe does as she was told. Velvette looks her up and down “I want to use you, but none of my clothes fit you right. Melissa! Bring me my measuring tape!” Melissa scrambles in to bring her the tape that was right beside her “Stay still.” she is instructed once again 

Velvette measures her height “Move your arms! Spread your legs” She does everything oh so quickly. “Your body doesn’t fit my current regime, but I like it. And your face. You’re very pretty, you’re welcome. So I need to do something special with you if I want to use you. Wait! What if I created a new line centered around demons with your body type? Yes of course! I’m a genius!”

“Call it ‘Respectless’, ‘cuz I heard that’s your thing.”

Velvette’s eyes widen “Listen, I’m the brains of this operation, so don’t give me your ideas again unless I specifically ask for them! But that idea is so good that I’m going to use it and take all the credit for it, got me? Great!”

“Got it.” she purses her lips “So when are you going to start making the line?”

“Hmm, you’re doing an awful lot of talking for a model, but if you must know I’m going to do it right now!” she looks giddy and intrigued, looking at Voe as if she were a puzzle to solve. “We’ll go with shades of pink because those do look good on you, I will say, you do know how to pick a color, you’re welcome. But your body seems a lot more soft than what I’m used to.” Velvette walks up to Voe and grabs her waist while staring her directly in the eye “Yep, I was right, you’re soft.” So I need clothing that will either offset that or something that could highlight and compliment it “How do you feel about your body? Now I want you to speak, let’s go chop chop!”

“I like my body.”

“You like it? Is that all? Give me something deeper, something more, do you stare at yourself in the mirror?”

“Sometimes,”

“And what do you see?”

Voe blinks “I see me.”

Velvette rolls her eyes “And what else?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t understand the question.”

Velvette walks up to her “What do you feel when you look at yourself? Need an example, alright. When I see myself in the mirror” she walks to the center of the line of mirrors “I think I’m that #bitch. I’m smart, I’m sexy, and I’ve pretty much got it all. Now what about you?”

Voe stops for a moment to think “I don’t think about it at all, I just am.”

“You are what?” 

“The one.”

She raises her brow and steps closer to her “The one what?”

“The one to be. I’ve got charm, confidence, and the skills to back it up.”

“Yes…and…?” She inches closer and closer

“And I don’t apologize for being me.”

“Because you are…?”

“I’m a bad bitch!” She felt hyped up by Velvette

“Yes! You’re a bad bitch, and don’t you forget it! Now that is the vibe I want to get from this new line. It’s based on you.”

“Wow, that’s-“

“Nope! Now we’re back to not talking.” She cuts Voe off once again.

A/N: 'Sugar’ is NOT my OC. She was created by @michaelasworlds-blog from 'Sugar, Spice, and Nothing Nice!' and I was allowed to use her. Let's just say the stories are synced!

Chapter 5>

[mikalame]

tom kaulitz x flight attendant

“i cant believe your actually making me do this" i groan bill is making us go into the air again, last time i got so air sick i threw up in my hat cause the flight attendant couldn't get there quick enough. I think ill die of embarrassment if i see her again she was way to pretty to be doing that she should have been a model or something not someone rushing to get a bucket cause i couldn't hold my food down. “TOM!” bill shouts in my ear “ i smack him in the shoulder “quick screaming in my ear that shit hurts ugh”  “you thinking bout that girl again it would be so funny if she was the one to serve us again” georg snickers they all know that shes been on my mind for ages now i just hoped me meet somewhere better and not like how it did.

Well fuck me after getting pushed from behind by some lady for 5 minutes we finally sit down i thank bill for getting me an aisle seat so it would be quick for me to get up and run to the bathroom. “After 30 minutes the food should come out wake me up then mmk” georg says before putting on his eye mask and falling asleep we pass time by seeing how many skittles we can through into his mouth.

I dont hear the rattle of the cart getting pushed through the row of people as i have my head phones when it finally comes up to us i see that gustav has woken georg up and both of them are quitely laughing to themselves i look up and see its that girl agian i feel heat rise to my cheeks my vision becomes blurry and feel the breakfast coming up. I try and hold it in until shes gone but as soon as she left i shot up and bolted down the aisle. Around five minutes later i unlock the door i see her standing there holding a bottle water “um thought you might need this to um yk was down the vomit taste or something” she laughs akwardly handing me the bottle “Omg look im so sorry for last time like i was and still am so embarrased bout like throwing up and stuff and like right now ig aswell” i blush hiding my face after i drink the water “Oh no its okay i didnt mind really air sickness is more common than you think” she jokes i laugh a bit aswell. “um do you think maybe we could hangout or something like when your free oh well ig youd have to fly back after this but um...” i trail off thinking my idea was stupid and silly “no i would love to you seem real nice and sweet um do you have a phone on you i can give you my number” she says. I whip out my phone as she types the number in “well thanks umm...” “oh ___ and what your name Mr. Air sickness” “Tom, tom kaulitz i look forward to our date ___” i say while walking away feeling ten time better 

Hope yall like thanks for the love on the first post!!!! <3 plz if you have request please tell me them im dieing for it lol

[wtftarot]

PAC: The Devil

The Devil card's energy talks about chains but more importantly about breaking them. Chains being anything that burdens us or holds us back in some way. Could be an addiction, or a shitty relationship. Could be societal conditioning or self-doubt. Who knows. . Let's fuck around and find out. It does tend to deal with some heavier shit, so be warned. I will put a lil warning at the beginning of the reading if any heavy shit shows up.

as always this reading is for entertainment purposes only and is not a substitute for professional advice in any capacity. Remember, use common sense, and don't be a dumbass.

Pick either the Firey Tail, the Pentagram, or the Grape Tail, and head to your reading.

The Firey Tail

Mmk, sweetheart. The message here is about giving too much of your time and energy towards looking for a romantic relationship. It's coming through pretty clearly but I am sensing some resistance, so I'll try to be gentle. Some of y'all may be neglecting other areas or relationships to prioritize your partner. Others are still looking for someone. The way it's being shown to me is that y'all focused on it because there's this idea that if you fall in love nothing else would matter. You'd be happy with even a rough situation if you're with someone. There's a huge fixation in media on having a romantic relationship, so there's no shame in this mentality at all. It's just not helping you, in fact, it looks like it's holding you back. With fairy-tails and romance-heavy media, we are taught from a very young age the (very heteronormative) idea that once we fall in love and get married we will live happily ever after. Which we all know isn't how life works but it can lead to this quiet belief that once we meet 'the one' everything will work out somehow. Now I'm not judging you at all, it's a common thing and we've all been there. Even if you're not actively pursuing a relationship, you may give a lot of energy to it by fantasizing about it or trying to manifest it. Love is important and you have a lot of love to give, but prioritizing romantic love over friendship love or familial love is doing yourself a disservice. There's another message for some of y'all, that you may be changing yourself to fit the ideals of your partner without realizing it and you need to set some boundaries. This message came out with the Devil card because if you picked this group it is seriously holding you back. This card is about heavy burdens and chains, not lil bad habits. It's holding you back because it's keeping you from seeing your true power. When you feel like you'd be happy if you'd meet the one it can lead to you feeling like your life is incomplete without them. You may be having trouble seeing yourself as a whole and complete person and not just as someone's love interest. Listen, sweetheart. A romantic relationship is not the whole ass cake, it's not even the icing on the cake. YOU are the whole ass cake. Your passions and shit are the icings. A romantic relationship is just one of the cherry's on top, alongside your friendship and family cherries.

random ass vibes: birthday cakes, wind through leaves, flowers, trends, pale purple, 11, libra, cherry coke, birds, cranes (the bird, not the machine),

The Pentagram

Right out the gate, I'm hearing 'use your fucking voice'. Y'all are burying your true feelings and instincts and you need to stop. It's suffocating you. If this keeps up you will start to lose yourself (if you haven't already) But that's not the main message for y'all today. The main message is that y'all may have some internal beliefs that are killing your intuition/magic. There are three camps here: Camp One - it's like you want to pursue the esoteric but deep down you're scared of it. So, even when you try, there's a part of you fighting it. Camp Two - I'm seeing that y'all may have been taught that these things are bad or evil and while you may be trying to do magic or something a part of you still holds that belief and it warps what you're doing. And Camp Three - Y'all may partly believe that intuition/magic is illogical or silly or too good to be true. Or just that you can't have what you're wanting. That doubt is stifling any sort of practice or gift you try to work with because your energy is effectively cut in half. Now, no shame to whichever camp you belong to. Most people will find themselves in one or another at some point. Hell, I've been in all of them and still revisit Camp Three sometimes. The first step towards working through these doubts and fears is admitting that they're there and not judging yourself for them. In case no one has told you ITS OKAY TO BE SCARED AND TO WANT TO BE SAFE. Fear is important, it makes you seek out ways to protect yourself and when you have a healthy relationship with it, it works as an alarm system. YOU ARE NOT A DUMBASS FOR HAVING TO UNLEARN THE SKEWED BULLSHIT YOU WERE TAUGHT. We have all been taught something that doesn't serve us and that we need to unlearn. It doesn't make you stupid or foolish. Unlearning things, and questioning what you're told is a skill that once you learn, you will have a much easier time spotting people fear-mongering. HAVING DOUBTS IS GOOD SOMETIMES, IT MAKES YOU THINK AND FIGURE OUT WHAT YOU REALLY BELIEVE. Believe it or not, this doubt when you learn to wield it properly means that you'll probably kick ass at discerning between truth and bullshit. It's also teaching you how to move forward in the face of your doubts and once you master that, dealing with other people doubting you is a piece of fucking cake. It's okay to admit to yourself that you're scared, have an internal negative belief that you need to change or have doubts about things. IT'S OK. You don't have to go around yelling it from the rooftops but you do need to acknowledge it. Doing so isn't going to magically make those things set in stone and make it so you can never do better. The opposite actually. After all, you're not going to fix something if you never look at it and think 'hey, that's messed up and needs fixing'. We're all humans, we all need to work through things. Your guides, your practice, your intuition, they're not going to judge you for taking a minute to figure things out. No one here is either. If anyone does, they have their own shit to work through.

The Devil card can talk about things we've been taught to see as evil or taboo. Like how for some reason darkness = evil, while light = goodness. Despite the fact that dark and light are both neutral and natural. Intuition and magic are neutral, but they can be used for good or bad reasons. Fire is neutral, you can use it to warm a house or burn it down. Your choice. It is important to learn fire safety though, so you don't accidentally burn it down if you get my metaphor. Now for those struggling with doubt or seeing hoping for things as being 'illogical'. I gotta ask, you know that doubt and cynicism are just as illogical as optimism, right? Both are skewed perceptions that don't allow for other perspectives. Besides, assuming things that are unexplained or esoteric is bullshit because there is no proof, is to assume that we already know EVERYTHING. And that everything can be explained and understood through our five senses. But we already know that isn't true, there are colors that only certain animals can see that humans can't and trees that communicate through their root systems. (it's called a Mycorrhizal Network, it's super interesting) The world is a weird and awesome place. Give life some wiggle room and it may just surprise you.

Random ass vibes: lemons, Johnny Cash, soups, rain, 66, squirrels, Cancer, Virgo, dipping sauces? staticy radios, cherries.

The Grape Tail

This may come as a shock to y'all but living your life the way others tell you to doesn't guarantee a happy life. I don't mean to be harsh but sweetheart, this is making you miserable. If it hasn't it will. Some of y'all may only be doing this in certain areas, others are living their whole ass life for others. The energy is stifling in this reading. Living the way others say you 'should' is what leads to having a midlife crisis. Because suddenly your life is half gone and you realize none of it was really yours. I'm seeing that some of y'all are really young (I'm talking 16-27, like YOUNG) and already feel like your life is half over??? Honey, just no? Do you consider the year half over in fucking March? Because that's where you are in your life, spring has just fucking started. Don't let the ageist media get you down, babe. Sorry for being aggressive, just the fact that y'all were made to feel this way pisses me off. Like y'all really feel like you have to live your life the way everyone else does and that if you're not meeting that time frame you're a failure. A lot of y'all are trying, maybe even succeeding in living the way you 'should' and are feeling very unsatisfied or disillusioned by it. There's nothing wrong with you for that, that's your soul saying that it wants something else. Deep down you know you don't want what you're being told you should by parents, friends, media, teachers, bosses, and partners. Maybe you don't want to settle down and have kids. Maybe you don't want to party every weekend or are not ready to have sex. Maybe you don't want to fit beauty standards or be popular on social media. Maybe you don't want to look good on a college application or climb the proverbial ladder. Etc, etc, etc. Whatever it is that you don't want, do you really think your mind will change after forcing yourself to do it for who knows how long? Not only that, you think living this way will make others happy or proud. Sweetheart, there is no award for 'most happiness sacrificed to make others proud'. There isn't. Even if there was, would you want it? To live a life that makes you happy, you will absofuckinlutly have to go against the opinion of everyone in your life at least once. Why? Because every person in your life wants/likes certain things and you can't be all of them. The people who really care about you will understand. It may be something small like music tastes but you will, you have to. And that's okay, THAT'S GOOD. Because that's you being a full person on your own, with your own opinions and wants. It's time to make your own choices, sweetheart. Make a life that is so yours it practically has your name stamped on it. When you start making choices that are your own, your spark, that light in your eyes is going to come back. It may feel like you don't know what to do at first but the more you listen to yourself the easier that will get. Don't worry about big changes right now. You can't build a fire without a small spark, work on that spark. The fire will come in time.

random ass vibes: sunflowers, rivers, 12:12, fire, Leo, Mothman, foxglove, bright colored fish, leaving an aesthetic, stargazing.

[hutaoscoffinn]

HAVE SWEET DREAMS

Warnings: none, this is super fluffy and cute, domestic Rika, sleepy time cuteness, gn! Reader

Character: Rika of the elite 4

Requests: OPEN

3:05 AM.

That is the time the clock read when Rika was finally able to come back to the comfort of your shared home. You were already fast asleep, she could tell because all of the lights were off and your bedroom door was shut.

You can never sleep with the door open.

Rika carefully takes off her shoes, setting them by the door as she takes careful steps towards the bedroom. She walks silently, not wanting to make even the smallest sound that could wake you up and disturb your precious sleep.

She carefully opens the bedroom door, slow enough to make sure it does not creak as it opens. Once she has successfully slipped into the room, she slides the door back shut, wincing as it clicks into place.

Rika glances back, a soft smile on her face when she sees you curled up under the covers with her pillow. You are hugging the pillow to your chest, blankets cocooned around you the way Rika always tucks you into bed before you both fall asleep together. Her heart warms at the sight and she walks over to you, brushing your hair away from your face lovingly.

She leans down, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead and she pulls back slightly when you stir.

Rika frowns a bit when your eyes crack open before closing again and she watches as you try and rub the sleep out of them.

“Sorry I woke you angel,” Rika murmurs softly and presses another kiss to your forehead, her heart pounding in her chest when you reach for her to pull her into bed with you.

“Rika… come to bed its late,” you whine softly, finally managing to open your eyes a bit as you gaze up at your girlfriend.

She chuckles and gently takes your hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it before holding it against her cheek.

“Let me change first baby and then we can sleep mmk?”

You nod drowsily in response, snuggling back up against Rika’s pillow as she pulls away to change. Your gaze is follows her as she changes quickly, pulling off her work clothes.

Rika can practically feel your gaze and she glances back at you and winks as she pulls off her shirt after fully unbuttoning it.

“Like what you see baby?” She teases, laughing softly when you grumble in response before looking away from her. She knows you well enough to know that your face is heating up right now, warmth crawling up the back of your neck.

“Shut up Rika. Just hurry,” you huff as you glance back at her.

“As you wish sweetheart.”

Rika finishes changing quickly, choosing to pull on a loose t-shirt and sweatpants before she slides into bed with you. Her fingers intertwine with your own as she tugs you against her chest. She presses a soft kiss to your lips as her arms circle around you back and she holds you close as you nuzzle your face into the crook of her neck.

Rika gently rubs your back and presses a kiss to the top of your head as you both get comfortable, legs tangles together. She adjusts the covers just like how she always does, tucking you both in and wrapping you up in the covers.

She sighs contently as she hugs you close, squeezing your body against her chest and she can hear your breaths getting softer.

Rika can hardly catch what you mumble against her neck.

“I love you, Rika.”

You are already asleep by the time Rika can respond to your affectionate words.

“I love you too baby, have sweet dreams for me my angel.”

Reblogs are always appreciated <3

[theyellowstar]

Hi everyone here's my secret boss yaayyy (I'm totally not writing this on the last day)

*anyways,* meet scruffy!

yup, I told you the inspiration would be weird. scruffy is my chapter 5 secret boss for my take for the holiday Mansion dark world, and if you couldn't already tell: yes, he's based on that one hello kitty character (cinnamoroll)

his character, design and aesthetic choices are based a lot off of cinammoroll/sanrio in general.

his Item in the light world is - well, a cinnamoroll plush. or at least, the deltarune universe equivalent of that.

his speech quirk is meant to feel childlike/cute and innocent, although I'm not sure exactly what it would look like. it's a work in progress, mmk? <3

his soul mode is CYAN, but we'll get to that later...

Scruffy is teased in chapter three a couple times. My take has a very small area based off of kids shows, and the miniboss/minigames is based off of a comically obvious hello kitty parody. after you beat the minibosses (based off hello kitty, melody and kuromi respectively) they will open a shop, where they briefly mention how there was supposed to be a fourth member of the show...

scruffy is also teased by a cardboard cutout advert in the cooking district.

scruffy's dark world is the HOLIDAY WORLD, with the fountain being opened in the holiday mansion (aka the mayor/noelles house) I would love to talk about that dark world more sometime, but the general vibe it has is a "late night city in december" feel to it. anyways, scruffy can first be found at the waterfront, an area of the city overlooking the river. he then gets very attached to pretty much everyone, since he's so lonely. he assists you ever now and than In the chapter, opening up a shop and generally just keeping you company.

the secret boss fight:

Scruffy's fight is basically him having a massive panic attack. he realizes that you're going to seal the fountain and dosen't want to be alone again. when you reach the ice palace and are approaching the fountain, scruffy snaps and uses his magic to break the ice palace into two, preventing you from going further. the ice the party stands on starts floating away into the river, and the battle starts. (or something like that idk)

As I mentioned earlier, scruffys soul mode is CYAN. I'll be honest here: I based the Mechanic off of the mad mew mew fight but vision crew did that first. so it's basically the exact same soul mechanic as the cyan soul in vcdr. the heart splits into two halves and you are locked in a grid, but can move the halves of the soul horizontally and diagonally- kinda like a rythm game! think ddr

as for attacks, I have some very vague ideas, so I'll spitball them here. why not

cloud:

a raincloud with a sad scruffy face on it. it will rain down tears the player must avoid to not take damage.

floating hearts: hearts appear below the battle box and float upwards.

star wand: scruffy uses a star wand to call down stars at the soul.

plane: a plane bullet that will occasionally fly through the battle box

head bobbing attack: idk really how to describe this one, not sure what the pulled pattern would be but the "head bobbing" is simillar to that one attack from the uty flowey fight

SECRET BOSS THEME:

while I sadly am not a composer, scruffys boss theme would be pretty unique compared to other sb themes. It would highly be inspired by breakcore/vocaloid/ music, I actually made a playlist of the three songs that inspired me the most! check it out if you want

Listen to ch5 secret boss theme inspiration, a playlist by Theyellowstar2009 on #SoundCloud https://on.soundcloud.com/62Jvg

And that's about all I can show rn. I wish I could talk about his gaster trauma backstory and other stuff, but I'm already basically out of time. so that's all for now, byeeeeee

[kayforpay]

gamjane, 2?

"D'you like the uh, that human thing that Kanaya went and did." Gamzee asks, peering around the doorway to the kitchen in Jane's house. She looks up from the cake she's icing, and blinks. "A big ole wedding."

A drop of blue lands on the counter, and she snickers. "I mean, I don't think a big wedding would be for me. But I do like those, yeah." As she speaks, she motions him in, and he immediately wraps himself around her like a sweater, purring the second their skin touches. "Here, open your mouth."

Gamzee does as he's told, and she sticks the spoon she had used with the batter into his mouth. "Mm. W'd you mmk--" He takes the spoon out of his mouth, and tries again. "Would you make the cake for it? How do those things work. I, uh. Wasn't invited." His head settles on her shoulder, the weight of his lanky frame mostly resting on her back.

"Well, I think it depends on everyone's tastes. For me, I think I would want John, and Roxy would be my maid of honor. You'd probably want Karkat as your best man, right?" She doesn't get anything but a shrug, so she continues. "Those are like, the people you trust the most besides your partner. They stand at the front with you. And then everyone else could come if they wanted, but I think I'd just have a dinner, not a cake."

His fingers slide under the front of her apron, cold and sharp, but warming against her shirt. "No cake? That cus of John?" He taps her stomach lightly with his fingers, a quick rhythm, like he's thinking.

"Yeah. I don't want John to be uncomfortable. He's my... Relative, I guess. He's important to me. But I'll make you a cake for yourself, Gamzee." She turns her head to look at him, and smiles at the bashful look on his face. "Do you want a wedding?"

Slinking somehow closer against her, Gamzee hums noncommittally, his chilly face pressing to her neck. His teeth brush her skin when he talks. "I dunno. I don't want anyone but you. You're the best gal I ever met, Janie." He kisses her jaw, and squeezes her around the middle until she turns her head to kiss him back.

"You're too sweet for your own good. How am I supposed to say, oh, we should wait and be sure?" She sets the icing bag down, and squirms around to face him, standing up on her toes to press their foreheads together. "But we should just enjoy this. We have plenty of time."

His paint is smudged around his mouth, with chocolate batter on his lip. "I don't do nothin' but enjoy you, Janie."

[link-sans-specs]

I'm just gonna pretend that him taking off those pesky specs and then looking right into the camera was for me, mmk? 🥹

GMMore2294

What Candy Am I Chewing?

[originemesis]

"Look. I'm not saying the wamen folk can't drive, mmk? What I am saying is the ones that think they can are FOR THE STREETS-"

[merveiilles]

// Look, I've seen a lot of posts here on tumblr regarding "BANNING CIS.HET MUSES" because their presence on your blog is "anti-lgbt+ and anti-nb+" I just woke up from a long sleep... but I've seen so many posts about this, I'm annoyed.

LOOK, I AM LGBT+ MMK? But straight up BANNING cis/het muses in the rpc is TOO "WOKE". Look! I have nothing against lgbt+/non-binary folk. You can write your muses HOW EVER YOU WANT. That's the FUNNNN of it. But forcing the entire RPC to BAN something that's part of the actual REAL LIFE is just cruel and forceful. (you know how many lgbt+/nb+ friends I have in real life??? about 3! Everyone else, family included is cis/het! And you know what, I love them. They're amazing people. I couldn't live without them. there is NOTHING WRONG WITH BEING CIS/HET) I myself, have a handful of lgbt+ muses. (Everyone to my knowledge is binary. simply because I PERSONALLY don't see any of my muses being non-binary??? Might take another look, but i have so many muses I can't keep up sometimes jgjkdbgfn) But I'm NOT GOING TO TAKE A MUSE that is canonically a cis gender and straight-- okay, sometimes I change it because I can SEE IT BEING A REALITY. I VIBE WITH THE IDEA OF THAT MUSE BEING DIFFERENT-- but some muses, I'll use Deathstroke as an example. I CAN'T SEE that muse being gay and going by alternate pronouns or something. I just CAN'T. Again, I myself am LGBT+, but I can't see this man being anything but what he goes by in canon. It just...doesn't vibe with the characterization in my head. and frankly, changing a character like that to fit into this mold you guys are making makes me UNCOMFORTABLE!!!! and you know what?????? THIS IS ALL FOR FUN. SO PLEASE STOP FORCING THINGS ON PEOPLE. IF SOMEONE WANTS TO WRITE CIS/HET MUSES, LET THEM!!! IT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!!! If you're so desperate to write with an lgbt/nb+ muse on someone's muli, ASK which muses of theirs is lgbt/nb+. It doesn't hurt to ask. I'm sure someone will have a few or a lot. But again, I myself am LGBT+ but I'm not going to change my muse for the rpc's forceful ban they are trying to put in place. As I said, changing some muses drastically MAKES ME UNCOMFORTABLE and will make it very hard to write them imo. I'll feel very out of character. And again, I do have lgbt+ muses! Just ask for them if you're really wanting to write with them!!! But PLEASE STOP TRYING TO FORCE PEOPLE TO CHANGE THINGS LIKE THIS, WHEN THE NORMAL THING IN THE WORLD. IS THAT CIS/HET PEOPLE EXIST!!! And trying to erase them in the rpc is not okay???? I'm supporting all sides here! So don't be coming crying to me. Just unfollow/soft block and move on if you have issues with this. And frankly if you support the cis/het ban, unfollow/soft block me. I don't want you here. I'm too tired to fight this, but please don't come complaining that I have cis/het muses on my blog. I'm sorry, they exist???? THIS IS MY BLOG. MY RULES. Thanks, Kippy. <33333

[bluejay-writes]

A sort of Fairy Tail - Chapter 9

Rating: T / PG-13, SFW. Fandom: Mystic Messenger Relationships: 707/MC (Jaena)/Saeran Chapter 9 Wordcount: 2304 Summary:

Freelance Hacker by day, cosplayer by weekend, Jaena Grey was living her best life. One fateful convention, she meets a scarily talented fellow costumer and his friend Zen.

When Jaena finds herself embroiled in the usual Mint Eye apartment plot, Seven panics to see someone he knows. Hijinks ensue, including Jaena spending the majority of her time cosplaying as 707 in his own bunker to hide herself from Vanderwood - for better or worse.

You can also read this on AO3! <- Also a good place to check tags.

Chapter 9: Tangerine

The car ride home was mostly quiet, with everyone lost in their own thoughts.  Jaena wanted to compare it to other road trips she’d taken, but other than running away with Tangerine when she was small, she’d never been in a car with other people for this long, and she really had no benchmark to compare to. With the sun beating down from the west, Jaena closed her eyes and let it shine on her as they drove.  It didn’t take long for her to start to doze off. As she was fading, she felt Seven’s good arm reach over and guide her to leaning on his shoulder, his arm around her shoulders. She slid closer to him so her head wouldn’t be at as an extreme an angle, and heard him chuckle. The sun was warm, her boy-pillow was warm, and her heart was warm. It was moments before she was sound asleep.

Jaena started towards wakefulness to the sound of a low argument.

“I can carry her fine with one arm, you just need to get the doors.”

“You’re injured. Let me do it.”

“I can’t handle the locks one handed, you have to do that, and you can’t do it holding her.”

Jaena startled when she felt herself get lifted carefully but quickly into a bridal carry, and in her sleepiness mumbled something that even she wasn’t sure what was in reaction to the existence of light, and nuzzled her face into the shoulder of whoever was carrying her, falling back asleep almost immediately.

She woke an unknown amount of time later, being tucked into the bed she was using at the moment - Seven’s bed.  She cracked her eyes open to see Vanderwood smoothing her hair out of her face.

“Go back to sleep, Red. We’re all crashing, we’ll handle the fallout in the morning.”

“mmk.” She said sleepily, and let her eyes flutter back shut as Vanderwood placed a tender kiss on her forehead. 

“Sweet dreams.”

Is this what having a dad is like? He’d hate if I called him that. Guardian is better. I miss Tangerine…

The next time Jaena woke, it was to the soft sounds of someone in pain.  She turned carefully and found Seven next to her, in a cold sweat, clearly in pain. She was immediately awake (thanks, adrenaline!) and on her feet.

“Don’t move, I’ll be right back with pain meds.” She said, and slid out of bed, stiff because she was still in her jeans. Ugh, sleeping in jeans is horrid, the only thing worse is sleeping in an underwire bra.

The moment she set foot in the hallway, Vanderwood appeared at the kitchen doorway, startling her. Willing herself to calm down, Jaena put a hand over her heart and took a breath until she stopped hearing her blood pounding. Vanderwood just raised an eyebrow at her questioningly.

“Pain meds. Seven needs them.”

Vanderwood looked at his watch and winced, nodding. “Yeah, he’s past due.”

Only about a minute later, Jaena was armed with a cold PhD Pepper and some prescription-level painkiller that Vanderwood probably shouldn’t legally have.  She walked along Seven’s side of the bed and set the soda on the side table, helping him sit up enough that he could sip it without spilling, then handed him the pill, and the can.

“Not making me dry-swallow it?” He said, after a long drink from the can.

“Who do you think I am, Vanderwood?” She said, jokingly offended, both of them laughing quietly like idiots.

As she stood to go back to bed, it occurred to Jaena that they’d been sharing a bed, and she felt herself flush, and freeze in place.

“What is it?” Seven said, suddenly worried.

“N-nothing.” She stuttered, knowing he’d know she was full of shit, so she shook her head. “I.. should go sleep on the couch, or t-the cot in the basement.” Where is this stutter even coming from? I haven’t had a stutter since I was seven!

“Please stay.” Seven said, no trace of a joke in his tone. “I don’t want to be alone in this kind of pain. Please.”

Jaena couldn’t argue with him when he asked like that. All full of logic and shit.

“Uh. Okay. I. Um. I don’t want to go back to sleep in jeans, is it okay if I take them off?” She was sure she was made of blush now.

“Yeah, it’s cool. Remember, I’ve seen you in less.” Even with pain in his voice, Seven was one convincing nerd.

Jaena smiled, thinking that it wasn’t fair of him to use her own words against her, but slipped out of her jeans and under the covers, laying stiffly on her side of the bed.  After a minute or two of silence, Seven’s voice sang out again.

“Scarlet? Would it be asking too much to ask for snuggles? My arm hurts, and I really could use a distraction.”

Jaena probably should have thought about it for more than half a second, but sleepy brain isn’t logic brain, and she scooted over in the bed, laying her head on Seven’s chest, his good arm wrapped around her shoulders.

“Yeah.. like this.” Seven said, with a sigh. 

Morning came, and with it reality in the form of Vanderwood knocking obnoxiously on the door frame.

“Time to get up, you two. I need to check Zero Seven’s bandages.”

Jaena cracked her eyes open and realized she was using Seven’s chest as a pillow. Did she drool while she was asleep? Was he uncomfortable having her there?  She sat up and away from him so he could get up, and met his eyes for a brief moment, before blushing and looking away. 

“Yes Sir, Madam Vanderwood!” Seven said brightly, getting out of bed too quickly and jostling his arm. “Probably about time for more painkillers again, too.”

“Past due as usual, but you two were just so damn cute I put off waking you up.”

As he followed Vanderwood out of the room obediently to get his bandages checked, Jaena realized that he too was sleeping in a t-shirt and underwear. No wonder he didn’t mind when she took her jeans off.

In a hurry, Jaena got up, gathered a new outfit, and threw herself into the shower. She needed to stop thinking about how comfortable her Seven was and start thinking about … anything else. Please, brain. Anything else.

“Hacking. With one hand. You’re joking, right?” Vanderwood was clearly upset.

“What else am I supposed to do?!” Seven all but yelled back at him.

“Recover, idiot.”  The voice that could only have been Saeran said, deadpan.

“But then…” Seven whined, and Jaena sighed, stepping out from the hallway.

“Listen to your family.” she said quietly, her appearance and interruption still enough to gather everyone’s attention without adding volume. “You got hurt because of me. I’ll do your hacking. You can shoulder surf. It’ll be fine.”

“Since when were you a hacker?” Saeran asked, bluntly. “You’re supposed to be a costumer. With interest in special effects, no familial contacts, few friends, and enough spare income to just bum around Seoul for weeks after your class was over.”

“Since longer than you.” Jaena rolled her eyes. “Obviously I didn’t want you to know that, so you didn’t.”

“But then… why did you go to the apartment?”

“Because this cute goth dude asked me to return his phone and I had nothing better going. I didn’t expect to get locked in! Or rescued by someone I met previously!”

Saeran made a considering sound, and sighed. “I should have realized you’d know Saeyoung based on your similar interests. And that he wouldn’t just leave you there, given that. A mistake on my part.”

“Saeyoung… is me… by the way.” Seven said, awkwardly. Jaena nodded.

“Right, you gave that name up when you gave me up.” Saeran said, bitterly. “Luciel, now? Or should I call you Seven?”

“V was the one who told me I needed to stop being Saeyoung.” Seven said bitterly. “I’d… I’d love for you to keep using it. I don’t.. I don’t think I’m Luciel anymore. But father’s still out there…”

Saeran sighed. “Alright, Saeyoung in private. Seven in public. Luciel never.  There are multiple of me, I think the least I can do is manage a couple aliases for my twin.” The ghost of a smirk twitched at his lips, and he turned and looked at Jaena. “Regardless, I’m sorry I thought of you as an object. You aren’t wrong to be upset about that. I should have known better. You’re a human being, even if an entirely different one than I thought you were.”

“Honestly…” Jaena started, and sighed. “I’m glad I wasn’t what you were expecting. I think you’d have felt more guilty if I really was as helpless as I let people believe. And you obviously cared - How’s your hand by the way? That punch looked like it hurt.”

“Saeran.” Vanderwood said, sharply interrupting where that conversation was leading. “Where do your allegiances stand, now? We need to move from here as V knows this location, and is clearly not to be trusted.”

“With Saeyoung.” There was no pause to think, no moment of hesitation. “He’s my twin. He can’t lie to my face without me knowing, especially not with drugs in his system.”

“Aw.” Seven said quietly.

“Red, how long will it take you to pack an overnight bag? I handled Seven’s and mine earlier, and it won’t take 5 minutes to put together clothes for Saeran out of the basement.” Vanderwood said with a slight shudder at the thought of the basement, slamming the end of his mug of coffee and moving into project-mode.

“I live out of a suitcase.” Jaena said, turning back to the bedroom. “5 minutes is plenty.”

Four minutes and thirty-seven seconds later, Jaena was packed and waiting at the door. Seven was standing with her, leaning against her shoulder, his good arm holding his own bag.

“Good.” Vanderwood said as he and Saeran emerged from the basement. “Let’s go.”

Whatever Jaena was expecting, it wasn’t a modest little two-bedroom apartment in a high-rise suspiciously close to the building Rika’s apartment was in.  She’d been expecting another bunker-like location similar to Seven’s hideout. Seven had likely been expecting the same.

“Wait, why are we in the city?” He asked, in that way that implied the drugs were hitting him particularly hard right now.

“Because they won’t look for us here.” Vanderwood said. “Also, it’s a good staging point for the rest of the plan.”

On the drive into town, they’d been in contact with Jumin to go over all of the options for taking down Mint Eye. Saeran was adamant that they needed to do it basically immediately, or the cult would disappear - there were plans in place for it,  but it would take longer to enact them without Saeran.

“She intended for me to go down with the ship, as it were.” Saeran had said, explaining that the building had a demolition setup wired through it that required on-site detonation. Less sophisticated than the bomb setup in the apartment, but then she hadn’t had Seven’s expertise when she built Magenta.

In the end, Jumin didn’t even need their help - he had everything planned, and he wanted them to stay out of it. And so, they were trying to relax — and failing — in Vanderwood’s safehouse.  No one was more relieved than Seven when Vanderwood’s phone started to ring. Work would keep them all distracted in different ways.

“This is Vanderwood.” “…” “Yes, I am with Zero Seven.” “…” “What circumstances?” “…” “How soon?” “…” “We can be there in ten.” “…” “Understood.”

Vanderwood turned and looked at them, Jaena sprawled on the couch with her legs in Seven’s lap and Saeran sitting in one of the chairs poking at his phone.

“Zero Seven, we’re needed for a meeting at HQ.”

“What? I haven’t had to go in since… god, it’s been years.”

Jaena looked at them, and then back at Saeran. “Sounds ominous.”

“Meh.” Seven shrugged. “It’ll be fine.”

Vanderwood nodded. “I’ll text when we’re on the way back.”

Something was wrong. 

Jaena turned to look at Saeran who was dozing in the chair he’d been in all morning.  He seemed fine.  Then, her phone chimed in her lap, and it startled her so bad she jumped up. She was not in any way prepared for the text message she’d received, however.

Vanderwood > Jaena: Treasure, pull a Tangerine and get the fuck out of there. NOW.

She blinked. Something went wrong.

Jaena > Vanderwood: Find me this time.

She clapped her hands. “Saeran, get up. We’re leaving.”

“What?” He looked at her in confusion.

“Shit hit the fan. Leave your tech behind, we’re disappearing.”

Something about her body language must have convinced him that she was serious. Saeran threw his phone on top of where hers lay on the couch, and stood up. “What about Saeyoung?”

“He’s with Vanderwood. Together, those two are basically unstoppable.”

Saeran scoffed, but sighed. “What should I bring?”

“Nothing. I’ve got my hacking laptop, so we’ll get what we need before I dump that, too.”

“Where are we going?”

“…somewhere that’s not here. I don’t feel safe talking about it.  I just need you to trust me and follow my lead from here out. If I tell you to do something, I need you to do it without argument. Fuck, new names are going to be so weird.”

“You mean to say Jaena’s not you?”

“Ha.. I have been… so many people.” She sniffled. “But I’ve been Jaena the longest.  Definitely going to miss her.”

“I don’t know that I’ll miss being Saeran.” he muttered, but took the hand she held out to him, following her out the door and into something entirely new.

Author's Note: Sorry this chapter's a little shorter than usual - I decided a little shorter was better than a filler section.

[yankstrash]

I just can't believe you're so close to all the players rn.....

Like imagine running into one I would DIE

no bc here's my mind every single time i've been out & about

"i need to stop tucking my hair behind my ears. what if i see someone?"

"sunglasses ON. i look sweaty & gross right now"

"what do i even say if i see someone? how am i supposed to approach them?"

"never mind, i'm not going up to anyone. i'll just stare from afar."

"how do i act totally normal & not seem bat shit crazy in front of a guy who is literally younger than me"

"my anxiety is so bad right now"

"does my outfit look stupid?"

like PLS IT'S SO MUCH TO KEEP UP WITH

anxiety inducing experience but in the best way possible 😆

we were walking outside their hotel yesterday & there were so many fancy cars & buses

also saw a bunch of guys in suits taking family pictures in front of the arena & i was like mmk so he's getting drafted!

like this is so fun i'm doing this every year from now on