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aothotties · 7 months

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Need to Know- Reiner Braun

You just need to knooowww if your neighbor got that thang on him. yes, this is loosely based off Doja Cat's song :) pls enjoy. (P.S. I name dropped our good sis, Ari, in this one)

CW: voyeurism???, masturbation, fingering, unprotected sex, pet names, cream pie

The sound of a headboard on the other side of the wall woke you, again. Your neighbor, Reiner, had a new woman in his bed tonight and you were given the absolute privilege of hearing the whole thing go down. Every other night he was bringing someone home, sometimes the same one would make a return but it was mostly a new face every time.

You tried rolling over and putting your pillow over your head but it was no use. The knocking of his head board seemed to get louder coupled with muffled “ mm reiner please” continued to ring throughout your bedroom. As much as the sound bothered you, you couldn't help but listen. You got up and pressed your ear against the wall to listen in on them. You obviously still heard the headboard but you could now hear his soft grunts as he fucked deep into her and you continuously heard her screaming his name, over and over, like a broken record.. You found yourself getting excited while listening to them and began rubbing your thighs together hoping to feel just a crumb of friction.

You could hear them picking up the pace and slid your hand into your panties. Eyes closed, you began imagining that was you up under him feeling his dick fill you to the brim. You never spoke much to reiner besides the few “hey how are you” that was exchanged between you two when you’d pass each other in your apartment complex. But even with so little words spoken you were very attracted to him. He was tall with an amazing body and after living next to him and hearing how he made these various women sound you began imagining what his dick was actually like. It just HAD to be good. There's no way they'd ALL be screaming like that if he wasn't packing.

You began rubbing your clit in circles while imagining what he's like in bed while listening to them. You slipped your fingers in your soaking wet cunt, picking up the pace to match the lust you felt for this man. Your lewd thoughts and their nasty sounds were a dangerous mixture.

You heard Reiner groan, “fuck im gonna cum”

“Me too baby” you whispered to yourself as you felt your orgasm wash over you.

You looked down at your hand and the mess you made all over it and felt immediate shame. You came to the idea of your neighbor. You felt embarrassed as if there were many people watching and ran to your bathroom to clean yourself. Your room was now way too hot and you decided to head to your kitchen for a drink. You poured a tall glass of watcher and drank it fast as if to wash down your shame. You knew if you stayed in your apartment alone with your thoughts you’d find yourself back in the same position you were in earlier.

You slipped on some shorts and your favorite crocks and decided to go across the street to your favorite gas station, maybe a snack will help to clear your mind. You closed the door behind you and locked it but as you turned around you accidentally ran into someone. “Oh shit im so sorry” you said quickly. You looked up and saw a woman standing before you, make-up smudged and hair tangled.

It was her

She smiled at you, “no girl, i'm sorry i was not looking where i was going”. She leaned over and grabbed the wallet you dropped and handed it to you. As you looked at her you noticed she looked familiar

“Hey, you’re Ari’s friend right?” she asked. That's when you realized who she was. Your old roommate, Ari, always brought her around when you had small get-togethers at your apartment. She would only ever stay for a little bit and was silent most of the time. A stark difference from what you heard tonight.

“Yes ! hey long time no see” you said as you both went in for a hug

“Um, sorry for any noise tonight," she laughed. You felt your cheeks get hot. You knew exactly what she was talking about but you couldn't blow your cover and expose how nosy and nasty you really are

“Girl what noise? I didn't hear anything.” you smirked “ was there something to hear”

She quickly caught onto your nuance, “ i meaaaannnn there definitely some noises being made in his bedroom. That man in there has the best dick i've ever had in my life”

“Scale of 1-10”, you quickly asked without thinking, just hoping for some small insight to this man

“ bitch, 10 for sure. I know im probably never going to see him again but i'll 100% be thinking about it for months. Anyway it was good seeing you, tell Ari i said hello and congrats on the new baby”

“For sure! Be safe”

You watched as she wobbled down the stairs feeling a pinch of jealousy wishing it was you struggling to walk because of him. Her comments added fuel to your fire and your curiosity had peaked. you wanted to know so bad but you were never one to put yourself out there. You sighed and walked over to the gas station hoping the walk would cool you down. After paying you headed back to your apartment to relax.

Weeks passed by and Reiner continued to bring more women to his house and you started a routine of your own. Fingers deep into your wet hole while listening to him fuck someone new, always imagining it was you. You began to like nights like those and felt empty on nights he didn't bring anyone home

Tonight was one of those nights. It was quiet. No noises coming from your neighbor other than the occasional exaggerated laugh track from a tv show or the sound of him moving around in his apartment. You were up to your ears in work and was hoping for some fun to relieve your stress. But that was not the case tonight. As you thought more about it, it’s been quiet all week. You began to wonder why? Was he in a dry spell? The deeper your thoughts went the more you started to have flashbacks and began to think about how big he probably is. It turned you on just imagining how his muscles would flex while he's on top of you drilling into your tight cunt. The hornyness got the best of you and you reached into your side table drawer and grabbed your vibrator. You slid your panties to the side and pressed it to your clit, turning it on the lowest setting.

The vibrations sent a shockwave of pleasure through your whole body and you felt your temperature rise. You moved it in small circles around your clit and couldn't stop the soft moans that escaped your lips. You turned the bullet up to a medium setting, legs starting to shake from added pleasure. You couldn't keep your mind off Reiner. Imagining his lips replacing the vibrator and wishing his tongue was sliding through your folds. Your back began to arch as you neared your orgasm..

But a sudden knock at your door shook you out of your thoughts ( and ruined a perfectly good orgasm) you rolled your eyes and quickly threw on some pajama shorts and ran to open it.

It was Reiner

“Oh, hey Reiner. Is everything good? Are you okay?” you looked up at him. He was wearing a pair of plaid pajama pants and a black wife beater that was way too tight. Your eyes scanned his body and you swore your mouth began to water while looking at his physique

“Um yeah, I was just wondering if I could borrow some soap? I meant to go to the store this week but i've been so busy and the dishes are starting to pile up” he rubbed the back of his neck while talking and subtly flexed his biceps.

He had to know, he had to. You just KNEW he was doing it on purpose and it was all turning you on. But you had to keep cool and act unphased.

“Sure, i think i have a whole bottle you can have, lets go look” you responded. You turned and walked into the kitchen with reiner following behind you. You stooped down to look into the cabinet under the sink and found a small bottle of dawn. You stood up quickly to hand him the bottle but when you turned around he was standing close to you. He pushed his body against yours and you were sandwiched between him and the sink. He hovered over you as you tried to swallow the lump forming in your throat

“ um here's the soa –” your words were cut off by him pressing his lips onto yours. He deepened the kiss, slid his tongue past your lips, tangling it with yours. He knocked the bottle out your hand and you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer. Your adrenaline was pumping and you weren't even sure if it was really happening. Reiner broke the kiss but still left no space between the two of you

“You really think I came here for some soap y/n?”

You couldn't even get out a response before he spoke again. “You really think that's what I want right now?”

You began feeling your wetness pool in your panties, unable to speak, completely mesmerized by the man standing over you. He continued to look down at you like you were his prey. The look in his eyes showed pure lust, something you were too familiar with

“These walls are thin, Y/N. You think i can't hear you just like you hear me? Did you think i couldn't hear your footsteps come directly towards the wall to listen every time I laid someone down?” he chuckled, “And I really hope you didn't think i couldn't hear your vibrator on the highest setting while you moaned my name as you came all over yourself”

You could feel your cheeks burning. It never occurred to you that he was able to hear you just as easily as you heard him. You felt embarrassed, he knew your secret, he knew you touched yourself when you thought about him. He knew the sounds echoing from his bedroom turned you on. And he knew your brain was filled with nothing but images of him as you came.

He gently wrapped his fingers around your neck and pulled your face closer to his. “ but its okay mama I think about you to”. He turned your head to the side and began kissing from your jawline down to your neck. “I think about how wet you must be when you think about me, fuck, when i hear you come close to the wall to listen i start to imagine its you im fucking. How tight you must feel and how good you'd take my cock,Y/N, i cant stop thinking about you” he whispered as he peppered his kissed all over your neck and jaw

The butterflies in your stomach had migrated south and you felt your clit begin to swell. You moaned as he started to bite the sweet spot on your neck. You tried to close your legs to feel that pressure but he slid his thigh between yours. You felt his muscles press against your core and you began grinding on it for friction.

He smiled down at you as he watched how your breath quickened as you started to move on his thigh. He stepped back to reach in between your bodies to run his hand down your abdomen to your throbbing pussy. He rubbed your cunt over the fabric of your thin pants. You felt the pressure but it wasn't enough to satisfy you. “Reiner please” you moaned into his neck as he continued to rub you through your clothes.

“Tell me what you want and i'll give it to you. Just use your words, princess” he whispered in your ear. It became too much and in that moment you just wanted to feel his long fingers inside you. “Touch me please Reiner.” you were whining at this point and nothing could satisfy you at this moment but him” he put his hand down your shorts directly into your panties. “Right here baby? you want me to touch you here?” he asked as his middle finger began to rub your clit. You threw your head back in pleasure, “yes baby, right there” were the only words you could get out. He applied more pressure to your clit and began to rub in small circles. You were seeing stars and he hadnt even fucked you yet. The anticipation was killing you but you wanted to enjoy the moment and enjoy your fine ass neighbor with his hand on your pussy, making you moan. He lifted your leg and wrapped it around him as he dipped the tip of his finger into your now soaking wet hole.

“Do I always make you this wet? Is this how you get when you think about me?” he sunk his fingers in deeper and began moving in and out of you with his ring and middle finger.

You nodded in response to his question trying to focus on what you were feeling. He curled his fingers upward and began rubbing the spot that drives you crazy. “Just like that, don't stop baby.” you cried “ ill cum for you, just like that”. You buried your face in his chest as you started to come undone, he was coaxing your orgasm out of you with his fingers. Hearing your words ignited a fire in him. He grabbed your face with his freehand and began kissing you, biting your lip in the process. “Yeah mama, cum for me”

As if on command you reached your peak and released all over his hands and fingers. Once you came down from your high he slipped his hand out and brought both of his fingers to his mouth. He looked you directly in your eyes as he licked your essence off of him.

“You like how i taste baby?” you asked while he continued to lick his fingers clean. You had no idea who you were at this moment, you have never said anything like this before. It’s like he drew a whole new alter ego out of you, a bold one that isn't ashamed of her sexuality. “ You taste as good as you look, baby” he hummed in response. By this point you could no longer take it, you had to know. You needed to see his dick right then and there and you needed to feel him inside of you. You were practically going crazy. You locked eyes and smiled at him as he was still pressed against you

“I want to see how big your dick is, '' you said confidently. You finally said what has been on your mind for months. “Let me show you, mama” he said as he lifted you up, wrapping your legs around his torso. He carried you from the kitchen to your couch where he sat you down. He took your shorts and panties off and quickly pulled his pants off as well. You took your shirt off before reaching for his. You sat there completely naked while he stood before you in just his briefs. You could see his bulge pressed up against the fabric and from the print alone you knew exactly what you were about to get into.

He grabbed your hand and brought it to the waistband of his briefs. He then slowly guided your hand lower to rub his throbbing boner. He moaned when you gave a light squeeze and threw his head back as you began to rub up and down. He pushed your hand away and lowered his underwear and you watched in full bliss as his dick sprung out, for sure a 10/10.

“Is this what you've imagined this whole time?” he asked, as you watched him stroke himself right in front of you. You looked up at him and nodded, your brain had nothing in it but sinful thoughts about what was going to happen next. He laid you down on your back and positioned himself at your entrance. He lifted one of your legs over his shoulder and began to rub his tip on your clit. You began pushing your hips into him hoping it would slip in but everytime you got close he would move back, denying you the pleasure.

“You look so beautiful under me right now” he stated as he continued to tease you. “Beg me for it”

You knew once this was done youd be ashamed of yourself for begging a man for his dick but right now all you wanted was to feel him inside of you by any means necessary, “fuck, Reiner please. Fuck me please, baby, please. I want to feel you inside me” you whined while continuing to try and push yourself onto him

He chuckled at how desperate you looked and gave into your pleas. He groaned as he slid his cock inside of you

“you feel so good”,he said as he couldn't stop his eyes from fluttering shut from the pleasure you gave him. He began stroking in and out of your wet cunt, squelching noises filling your living room. You moaned louder and louder with each thrust and you began to understand why his hook-ups made so much noise.

He grabbed your other leg and lifted it to his shoulder as well. Holding on to your thighs to balance himself, he began to fuck you even harder. Hitting a spot so deep inside you that no man has ever hit before. Your legs started to shake and you couldn't contain yourself any longer

“Baby, f-fuck! Mmmm Reiner, FUCK!”, you were a mess under him. Moans borderlining screams as he continued to grind deep into your pussy. Your orgasm began to build and you felt the knot form in your stomach. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and without speaking reiner knew he was about to make you cum. It's like he knew your body all along.

He pushed your legs back, pressing them against you. He folded you in half and let his weight fall on top of you. This position pushed him even deeper and you felt his tip brush against your cervix. The added pleasure is what you needed in that moment to push you over the edge. You came to your climax and the knot in your stomach released as your cum spilled out of you.

“Good girl. You did so good mama” he cooed as he continued to bully into you. “Want to come one more time for me, baby?”

“Yes baby, m-make me cum again please”

Tears started to pool at your waterline and you started to feel overstimulated. Reiner was still hitting your g-spot and you knew you’d come for him again in no time.

“Come ride me” he groaned as he slipped out of you and sat back on the couch. He pulled you into his lap and you hovered over his dick. You lowered yourself onto him but only allowed the tip inside. You began grinding on his tip but not letting his full length inside of you.

“Don't be a tease, mama. Sit on my dick please” he whined into your ear. The sound of his whimpers were enough to break you and you slid down his shaft, “well since you asked so nicely”.

His whimpers grew louder and you bounced on him. Your thighs began to burn but the lust from hearing this large man whining and whimpering under you gave you the stamina to continue. You began to bounce even harder, the sounds of skin smacking together echoing through your apartment.

“Juuust like that, mama. Mm im gonna cum inside this sweet little pussy” his moans turned into loud grunts and he neared his own climax. “Cum with me baby, at the same time”

You continued riding him and felt yourself drawing near another orgasm. Your breathing was in sync with his and you felt a warmth rush over both of you as you came at the same time. You gushed onto his shaft as ropes of his cum oozed inside of you. You sat there on top of him without moving for what felt like ages until both of you came down from your high

“Scale of 1-10?” he asked while turning his head toward you. He smiled knowing his question verified that he heard you that night.

“Bitch, for sure a 10” you responded without skipping a beat.

You both laughed but continued to lay there tangled in each other. He grabbed a blanket and threw it over both of your bodies.

“Promise me you'll stop listening through the wall and just come over next time you're horny” he said to you as he wrapped his arms around you. “Promise me you'll come over when you hear me turn on my vibrator” you responded.

You both nodded in agreement with each other before continuing to cuddle in complete silence before drifting off to sleep

-Rachel :)

#aot smut #aot #aot x black reader #attack on titan #reiner braun #reiner x reader #reiner smut

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cleolinda · 13 days

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Weekend links, April 21, 2024

My posts

Initially I wrote, “I ran my mouth about the Watcher streaming/paywall situation because I make bad decisions,” but I think the post has actually gone over well? In short, I want to see them succeed but I am also deeply fuckin’ baffled. I so desperately want the tea about what was really going on behind all this, and how the guys are reacting to it now, and I really hope they can turn this around somehow.

Side note, Friday was CHAOTIC.

Reblogs of interest

The Hot Vintage Lady Polls are escalating in round four. We got to a point where I posted propaganda for Ava Gardner AND Dorothy Dandridge in their matchup. Probably the biggest scandal of round three was Vivien Leigh getting knocked out, but she’s now High Chancellor of the Shadow Realm. The most contentious matchup this time seems to be Judy Garland vs Natalie Wood, which is nearly 50/50 as of this writing. But keep your eye on Hedy Lamarr, who may have Mifune Sweep energy.

(I think I love these brackets for the same reason I love Dracula Daily: it’s delightful that thousands of people on Tumblr actually have deeply-held opinions about things from many decades ago, and if they didn’t before, they do now.)

(“I’m Katharine Hepburn, and this is Jackass!”)

Happy Bread Day (Observed)!

Hozier Watch 2024: “Why Would You Be Loved” has arrived on the Wasteland, Baby! special edition. I like this post about how that song is in conversation with “No Plan,” one of my favorites. (I wrote about “Movement” a while ago, but I could have fully inflicted an essay on you about how “No Plan” pulled me out of my six years of hiding from the internet. Anyway, it’s a great album from a few years ago, check it out if you haven’t.)

Generally I keep my mouth shut about Taylor Swift, but the new songs sure have some lyrics. I love Florence Welch, but I’m scared.

You’ve heard of spoon theory, now check out spell slot theory

“You’re either frolicking in this field with me, or...” is funny, but then you get to the reblog.

What if we lay in this field together and held feet

A deep breach of etiquette with a little dog named Gucio

A story about statue vandalism with a delightful twist

You gotta fight mint with mint (like I can bring in my lemon balm, but at what cost?)

I saw this post about feeding wild skeletons on Pinterest and I loved it so much that I tracked down the original.

Once again, Holy Shit, Two Cakes theory

Remember the haunted house I grew up in? Yeah, it had a carpeted bathroom like this.

“gonna start formatting my posts like fics on ff.net circa 2008” will do you exactly the psychic damage you’re imagining

The Round Table attempts to use Zoom

Video

Lil Nas X covers “Jolene,” Dolly Parton loves it, and @oscar-wet-and-wilde has further Black Country recs

A big loud steppy

“He’s retrieving”

Crispy meows

Watching this angel of a Doberman get a full spa treatment is also self care

AND YOU DARE SAY NO MORE TREATS??!?

The sacred texts

I don’t like thing, now with artist credit

Personal tags of the week

I love when I can use a really niche, specific tag, and this week, it’s mouth perfect size for meme, with a little shaped on the side.

#weekend links #odds and ends #linkspam

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everybodyshusband · 4 months

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nothing to help the writer's block than writing a shitty, shitty, no stakes crack fic :)) inspired by @run-of-the-milf's post about the ghouls doing a "most searched questions" video

rated T or M (i'm not sure which but there are sex jokes so...?), 1k words, no warnings apart from the fact that this is so so stupid sdjhf

As soon as the red light begins blinking at him softly, Swiss steps out from behind the camera, grinning widely. He gives Cumulus a thumbs up and the ghoulette begins to speak.

“Hi, I’m Cumulus and these are the ghouls from the band Ghost, and we’re here for the Wired Autocomplete Interview!”

“Wait,” Rain interjected. “Are we allowed to call it that if it’s not the official Wired one?” They had in fact conducted an actual interview with papa earlier that day, but it had been a stilted, official one, with all of them standing silently behind Copia as he did all the talking and referred to them by their official Nameless Ghoul titles. They were all excited to do this one together and be as silly as they wanted to, not having to worry about appearances whatsoever.

“Eh, who cares, it’s not as if this one is being posted anywhere,” Swiss argued. “We could fuck on camera and the only place it would go outside of our pack would be Copia’s office computer.”

Aurora’s head snapped up. “We’re gonna fuck on camera?”

“If we’re gonna fuck on camera, then why do we have all these chairs set up?” Dew teased, trying to let the multi ghoulette come to the correct conclusion on her own.

“I dunno…” She looked at him with wide eyes. “Should I have prepped myself or something?”

Mountain scuffed Dew over the back of the head. “Stop teasing her,” he reprimanded, but his eyes were sparkling with mirth as he turned to explain what was actually going on to her and a very concerned looking Aeon.

“I wasn’t!” Dew tried to counter, which only rewarded him another bonk on the head, this time from Cirrus.

“How about you shut up and we start the interview?”

“Great idea, Cir,” Swiss grinned. “Here, dirt boy, catch!” He threw a poster board at Mountain, who fumbled to catch it before it hit the ground.

Mountain shook his head in amusement. “A little warning next time, Swiss?”

“Nah,” the multi ghoul shrugged. “It’s funnier to watch you struggle.”

“Who’s this one for anyway?” Mountain asked.

“Me, I think,” Dew said, reading his name in the search bar. “Go on, ask me my questions, Mounty.”

The earth ghoul sighed. “Fiiiiine. This first one is just your name so…” He peels off the first bit of paper. “Dewdrop ghoul… Hah! Dewdrop ghoul height.”

Swiss cackled from behind the two of them, earning a heavy thwack on the thigh. “How tall exactly are you, Dewy?”

Cumulus tried and failed to suppress a laugh. “What is it the fans say? Two sauce packets tall?”

“You’re all so mean to me!” Dew cried out, but he was suppressing his own tears of laughter.

“It’s okay, Dew,” Rain said soothingly, patting him on the back and making the fire ghoul purr happily under the attention. “I know you’re actually three sauces tall.” The satisfied smirk on Rain’s face paired with Dew’s reaction was well worth the lecture (read: gentle chastising) they all knew they’d be getting from Copia about the noise.

“Oh, fuck you!” Dew screeched. “I fuckin’ hate this game…”

“You don’t wanna use this chance to tell us your real height?” Aeon asked, curiously.

“I’m a demon from Hell,” Dew mumbled, still pissed off. “I don’t have to tell you shit.”

“It’s because he knows he’s short,” Swiss stage-whispered into Aeon’s ear, making sure the entire pack could hear.

“How about we move onto the next one before Dew burns the Abbey down?” Mountain teased. “Dewdrop ghoul… Hands. Why are people so obsessed with your hands, Dew?”

“Because they’re fucking hot,” Aeon, Cirrus and Rain murmured in perfect unison.

“...Before anyone gets too horny,” Dew said. “Let’s move on. What’s next?”

“Swiss and Sodo dick grab,” Mountain read off the card. “And the next one down is also: Dewdrop and Swiss Watcher in the Sky.”

“What can I say,” Swiss smirked. “The people love me grabbing the little guy.” He punctuated his statement by reaching a hand forward and rubbing his hand over Dew’s chest possessively, winking at the camera. On Dew’s other side, Aeon blushed.

“What did I just say about getting too horny, Swiss?” Dew shook his head, laughing. “Let go of me, heathen. We’ve still got questions to answer.” He brushed Swiss’ hand off of him. “Any more for me, Mount?”

“Don’t think so,” the earth ghoul replied. “Next board please?” Rain chucked him the next one and Mountain immediately laughed out loud as he peeled the first bit of paper off. “Cardinal Copia gay,” he read out, causing the entire pack to also burst out laughing.

“Well, he definitely wasn’t gay last night,” Cumulus smirked.

“Oh really?” Rain asked. “He was for me last week…”

They both dissolved into laughter and turned their heads towards each other, no doubt exchanging notes about their Papa’s preferences in the bedroom.

“Moving on…” Mountain said. “The next one is… Rain and Dewdrop choking.”

“Oh God,” Rain said, closing his eyes and tipping his head back.

“Good one, Dew,” Aurora teased. “You’ve got him so worked up about even the idea of your choking stunt onstage that he’s forgotten he works for a Satanic Ministry.” She turned to Rain and flicked his head back up. “God’s not here, Rainy.”

“...Aaaaand on that note,” Cumulus said, clapping her hands together and grinning, struggling to contain her laughter. “We’ll stop there!”

Aeon wasn’t not so lucky in the containing laughter department, having thrown his head back and cackled enough to have fallen off his chair with an oof.

“Okay, uhhh,” Cumulus started again. “Thank you for watching our interview–”

“Even though the only people who are going to watch it will be us,” Aurora interrupted.

“–And hopefully one day we’ll be back to answer more questions,” the air ghoulette finished. “Goodbye!”

Dew lunged at Swiss for making another short joke, teeth bared. The camera fell over as he collided with the multi ghoul and the screen went black.

#seriously this is so dumb #but it was fun to write something and not take myself seriously at all :D #husband ficlets #nameless ghouls #the band ghost #also everyone is so out of character but it's because they're being silly i guess sfhbsdjk

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aladaylessecondblog · 2 months

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i've been meaning to tell you (gortash x tav pt 16)

Author's Note: Gortash is drunk and something slips out when Tav fetches him from his workshop

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This was not how Tav had intended to spend her night, trudging down to her husband's workshop in mismatched clothes she pulled on in a hurry.

She had intended to have a good long rest in her own room because Gortash had stayed up late tinkering with "something important." When he'd come back to bed he'd be sweaty and sore and she'd usually offer him a bit of a massage that sometimes turned into more.

It was a peaceful way to spend the time, and the fact he'd usually want to test those muscles out again by 'thanking' her for the massage.

It had started with being told he was intoxicated and wasn't entirely dressed.

Not entirely dressed MY ASS! Tav grumbled internally. Looking toward the end of the room she spotted Gortash, naked as the day he was born, still tinkering absently with a rather short Steel Watcher. Or what she assumed was one, anyway.

flowers, chocolates, jewelry

this woman is impossible to find a gift for

Tav had found the note on one of the workbenches closest to the door. One of the Flaming Fists had come to get her, saying they needed her to remove Gortash from his workroom. He was drunk, they'd said, and rather belligerent to anyone who'd tried to remove him despite his obvious fatigue and it being past midnight.

"And why didn't you fetch him? Or get a Steel Watcher to do it?"

Somewhat nervously, he'd wrung his hands and said, "Well...the Archduke is...not entirely dressed."

What a crock of shit, 'not entirely dressed...'

"Enver, it's past midnight," she said, "What are you still doing awake?"

"I'am..." He raised his gauntleted hand and waved it absently, "Working."

"On what?" She walked closer, noting several small bottles on the workbench beside him.

Rotgut Red, they called it. The cheapest of cheap whiskey, and despite that Gortash liked it so much he'd bought the brewery and named it what everyone was already calling it. 'Even the Archduke likes to slum it when he needs to unwind' it kept being said.

(He'd jailed a few people for saying the same thing in reference to her, a fact she'd only heard recently)

"A, ah...a smaller...Watcher." Gortash muttered more than that, but Tav couldn't quite make it out. "Sm'fing fyoo."

"Enver. One, you're not going to get much quality work done without sleep. And two...you are drunk."

"I work drunk alla time!" he slurred in response.

"That explains why the Steel Watchers think it's acceptable to punt gnomes," Tav muttered under her breath, then brought her hands together and in a somewhat louder voice, said, "Enver, dear, it's time to go to bed. You don't want to fall asleep and wake up drooling on your plans, do you?"

He made some sort of noise she assumed was meant to be dismissive, since he waved his hand that way at the same time he made it.

"And for the love of the gods, put some clothes on."

"Too hot," Gortash justified.

"At least some underwear. Do you WANT to accidentally injure your manhood?"

"FuckamI gonna do, cut it off?" He laughed. "'m smarter than that."

The closer she got the stronger the scent of whiskey wafting off him.

"The Flaming Fists are worried about you, and--"

A slight growl, and some more nonsense words she couldn't understand. She moved up beside him, noting a mess of bolts and electrical work.

"What part of the smaller Watcher is this supposed to be?"

"T'head," Gortash said, "Getting all this...arranged. You know."

She shook her head. Briefly, she recalled that terrible night he'd gotten drunk before, when they'd still not been getting along. But then had come their making up...she shook the thought off and lay her hands on his shoulders. "It's time to go to bed."

"F'you want something out of me, y'can...can...you know what to do."

"Not when you're in this state," Tav replied sternly. She brought her hands up to his shoulders, thinking--gods, what a mess of a man he was. His hair was even more so than usual. His eyes were bloodshot. He was drunker than a sailor on leave.

And he was insisting on working with dangerous electrical work and sharp objects anyway.

"Come on, Enver. Up. Time to sleep. Don't make me drag you back."

He gave a deep belly laugh at that. "You? Drag ME?"

"Don't laugh, I could do it. I don't want to, but if you won't go quietly I'll be forced to use drastic measures."

"You couldn't if y...your lif'd'pended on it."

She paused, took a breath--and wildshaped into an owlbear.

"Oh, that'sh not FAIR."

You are going to bed, Tav thought. Why couldn't the Flaming Fists just do it? Oh, no, no, they had to come and get Her Ladyship. SHE'LL know what to do!

Mentally cursing, she grabbed at one of the curtains at the window, draped it over and around Gortash to cover him up, and only somewhat clumsily pulled him from his seat. Walking more than a bit awkwardly on her back legs she moved back towards the door, holding her squirming husband who had started slurring nonsense about his work.

The Flaming Fist who'd brought her there was waiting outside the door and when he looked at her he asked, "Archduchess?"

She growled and bobbed her head.

"I'll try and get us back to Wyrm's Rock without...an incident."

"Fool!" Gortash burst out. "Tk'ng orders f'm a...a..."

At least if she could keep his right arm covered, nobody would see the gauntlet. Nobody would think this was anything but some possible future exhibit for a circus. Practice for a routine.

All she could think was the incident this would be in the papers when someone figured it out--someone always did, right?

The Flaming Fist lead them along, and Tav tried not to make too much noise.

Not that that's going to make people not notice me, I'm a fucking owlbear. Chosen of Bane my feathered ASS, what I've got right now is a giant manbaby who should've been in bed hours ago!

There weren't TOO many people on the street at the moment, but there were still enough who stared. Tav tried to ignore them, and was grateful when she and the Flaming Fist guy had the doors of Wyrm's Rock closed behind them.

She didn't shift back until they entered Gortash's bedroom and had him laid out on the bed.

"I can handle it from here," she told the Flaming Fist, "Just try to make sure there's not TOO much gossip about...this."

"I'll do what I can," he replied before leaving.

Bleary-eyed, Gortash looked up at her as she arranged pillows behind his back to keep him from rolling onto it.

"Dumb whore," he said suddenly, "M'married. Don't want you."

"Yes, my lord, of course," Tav replied absently. She moved up and onto the other side of the bed and pulled the sheets up over him. "Enver, I swear--"

"Hey, hey, hey...only...only my wife gets...get to call me that."

"Oh?" she asked, finally beginning to recover her humor. "And why is that? Because you're of equal rank? I will endeavor to--"

"B...be..." Gortash shifted around, failed to move onto his back, but looked up anyway, "Because I love her."

If he said anything else, Tav didn't hear it. Her jaw dropped, her eyes widened. "You, my lord, in love?"

There was a fluttering in her chest, a hope she couldn't possibly keep restrained. Hearing those words was the sweetest sound, even if they were slurred.

"I thought it was merely a...a..political marriage."

"S'arted out d'way," Gortash went on, more sleepily. "N'w...sheemine."

The rest of his words were senseless babble she couldn't sort out. In the interest of keeping an eye on him, and feeling a keen sense of needing to stick close, Tav dressed for bed and returned to Gortash, who was by that point fast asleep and snoring.

On a whim, she pulled away all the pillows and curled close enough to use herself as a brace to keep her husband on his side. She slipped an arm over his side, keeping it over his beating heart, and slipped into her trance...

...smiling, despite the scent of cheap whiskey that still clung to him.

#gortash is down bad man #he is a drunk blorbo #gortash x tav #gortav #bg3 #female tav #tav #bg3 tav #gortash bg3 #enver gortash #bg3 gortash #baldurs gate 3 #good tav #bg3 fic #fanfiction #baldurs gate

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bunbeeplays · 2 months

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The Lemon Legacy: Generation 1, Chapter 57 - Xander Does a Think

Xander, quiet! Ophelia needs to focus on waving her screwdriver around the coffee maker!

Now that Ophelia is a rising star, she got a gig performing at The Rabbithole, a celebrity hotspot. Xander's not a celeb and doesn't have a shift today so he's on his own.

Ophelia goes for a jog to clear her mind before her gig. She's apparently been doing it a lot because she's now at level 8 of the fitness skill!

Ophelia's jog is cut short when she runs into Mila Munch, who asks for an autograph.

Mila: My boys didn't believe that I was there during your viral video! Their mom, catering for the stars?

She didn't cook jack shit but Ophelia feels like it would be rude to point that out.

Mila: Can you make it out to Lucas? He's my youngest. He's been playing that video of yours non-stop and singing along.

Ophelia: Aww, of course. Want me to say anything in particular?

Mila: Follow your heart. I tell him that all the time but it'd mean the world from you.

A supportive parent? Ophelia can't relate.

Ophelia: That's lovely. Here you go. Just do me a favor.

Mila: Anything!

Ophelia: Keep telling him that. It'll definitely mean more coming from a loving parent than some random musician when he's older.

Mila: Thank you, Miss Lemon.

By the time Ophelia gets back, she has to leave.

Drew and Moses are busy, his parents are still out of town and his sister's family is visiting Hector's cousins. Xander doesn't know what to do with himself, so he practices some yoga to clear his mind and think about some stuff.

Since his parents' trip, Xander hasn't been home for anything other than watering the plants. He loves his parents, and their house is way bigger than Ophelia's, but he feels so comfortable here. Maybe the house's owner helps. He'd live in a cardboard box is she was by his side.

Deep down, Xander knows Ophelia is the one for him. He loved Jules but he's IN love with Ophelia. She makes him the happiest he's ever been. He wants to take the next step and move in together, but his parents aren't getting younger. Can he really just leave them all alone?

Even though they're elders, they're very capable. They'd be fine without him. Xander just knows that as the result of a geriatric pregnancy, he's not going to get as much time with them as other Sims do, but he knows his parents wouldn't want him to put his life on hold for them.

Maybe he can talk to his parents about it when they get back in town. They were so excited to hear he found someone who treats him right, so he's sure they'd be supportive if he moved in with Ophelia.

Looks like this yoga stuff is good for thinking AND for getting fit!

Xander makes his mom's tandoori butter naan for when Ophelia gets home and tries to do a fancy mixing trick like his mom can. It doesn't work out so well for him.

Ophelia's become an excellent cook. Surely his mom will love that about her.

The naan is ready and Ophelia will be back soon. Better keep Marshmallow entertained!

Marshmallow: an illuminated intruder! surrender yourself, foe! i have slain many enemies in my nine lives.

Now that he's showered, Xander's doing his own legacy challenge but he's actually gotten his Sim pregnant with the next generation in a reasonable time. Can't relate.

Marshmallow: father, cease your witchcraft with that wicked box and give me snuggles

Xander sees Marshmallow's pissed so he gives her her fave ball to play with.

Marshmallow: that is more like it. i would plunge into the depths of hell for this ball.

Ophelia's home!

Ophelia: Aww, she's clipping through the ground! That means she likes you.

Ophelia: Something smells amazing. You didn't have to make dinner.

Xander: I wanted to. I wasn't just going to sit on my ass and let you eat cold leftovers after working all most of the day.

Ophelia: You're too good to me.

Ophelia: What'd you do besides play chef?

Xander: Not much, just did some thinking.

Ophelia: There's a first time for everything.

Xander: Watcher, I love you.

Ophelia tells him about her night, but his mind can't help but wander. He really does love her, doesn't he? Yeah.

Xander knows he doesn't just want to move in with Ophelia. He wants to keep building a life with her. It's just the first of many next steps they'll take together.

#The Sims #The Sims 4 #The Sims 4 Legacy #The Lemon Legacy #TS4 #The Sims 4 gameplay #sims 4 #generation 1 #ophelia #xander #marshmallow #mila

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stormcrow513 · 11 months

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Been sitting on this for a bit, because it's absolutely going to piss people off, but what the hell if I can make just one person think, then well it's worth it,

I want to lose weight, or more accurately fat,

My reason are as follows,

I'm sure I'd feel better, I have bad knees, and bad ribs, I can feel the fat dragging on these tender spots at times, I'm sure shedding some fat would help,

I want to improve my overall health, my muscles, my stamina, ect. It all kinda comes together,

While I don't hate the way I look, I think I'd like my appearance more if I were trimmer then I am currently,

This is something I only talk to my ma about, because over the years I've discovered there's not really anyone I can talk to, I get the following responses,

People trying to sell me snake oil,

(It took be a while to realize how awful this is, and that you can't really trust any of it, which lately just hearing a fucking weight watchers commercial either feels me with rage or tears,)

These people are either the sellers of said snake oil or have bought into it for a number of reasons, either way no talking to em, it's like an almost cult brainwashing,

People with really stupid and fucking condescending advice,

Go to bed early and get up early,

I'm a night owl, I don't fucking work like that, that would literally make me more unhealthy and unlikely to exercise,

YoU'rE nOt TrYInG hArD eNoUgH

Then there's the 'you want to lose weight!?! Well aren't you a fat phobic pice of shit'

I mean I get how completely messed up people treat fat people, like I get it, it's messed up and unfair,

But,

Here's the thing what I want to do with my fucking body is not in fact an attack on you,

If you were to ask me how shits going and I mentioned how excited I am that I've lost some weight and am feeling good,

This is not a dig at you if you happen to be fat,

I don't care if you're fat,

I really fucking do not,

Also I am not betraying you personally by seeking to change my body,

Then lately in the last year to now it's,

Weight has everything to do with genetics and you will never never ever lose weight and why would you want to you need to seek to love your body as is,

Duuuuuude,

I mean yes we are in fact learning from scientists the sheer scope of the things we inherited from our ancestors, their trauma, and yes famine has its roll to play,

But good lordy am I the only gal around here that here's how strikingly similar that sounds to terf rhetoric?

I am looking around and it seems to me anytime someone is in anyway unsatisfied with their body there is someone out there frothing at the mouth with hate wanting to force you to not be allowed to do that, or laughing cruely at you with hate, trying to shame you into not doing it,

I've seen it my whole life, I knew this kid at school who kept coming at me calling my ma names for dying her hair,

People still get all pissy about hair dying,

Or how someone styles their hair, the most obvious the way black people are treated,

but everyone of the women in my family were afraid to cut their hair to short cause it pissed my sperm donor off, so it's wide spread problem, like also my eldest sister an I had like the same curly frizzy hair, she spent so much time trying to keep hers tame, which I get cause I never have and some people look at me like I peed in the middle of a church,

Then we got tattoos, my said eldest sister got a lizard on her ankle, and his it from our sperm donor since she was afraid of him,

After she died ma got the same lizard on her arm above her wrist, people will fucking sneer at her, even now 2023,

Then there's the plastic surgery of any fucking kind, sweet jesus,

And of course Trans people deserve their own seperate mention,

Sorry trying to start winding down this got real long on me,

One of the things that baffle me here is,

I have seen people be okay with women getting boob jobs (as long as the boobs are getting bigger) but have a fit over anyone else doing that, especially trans people,

I have seen people who are cool with women getting abortions, but not cool with trans people,

People who are cool with trans people on the other hand seem to lose their whole ass shit if any person who isn't trans wants to modify their body in any way, unless it's for medical reasons,

like their cool with you wanting to get a boob reduction cause of chronic back pain, but if you want to Botox your wrinkles you're an old people hating monster,

I saw this one post where this person was like I don't care if you do plastic surgery and they really clearly did cause they kept saying how sad it is that people hate themselves that much, in a tone so nasty it slapped me through the screen,

Then there was the thing where it came out a bunch of rich guys had their legs broken so they could be taller,

Which that upset me cause a, they can do that but someone wanting a dick or boobs or no boobs is becoming a literal criminal offense, b, I would kill a person to get a breast reduction surgery, my boobs are really messed up, completely loopsided not one just a bit bigger but two completely different sizes, one side being pretty big, I run into shit a lot cause my balance is fucked up,

I was mad cause they got to have that and I can't have what I want, but while people did remark on the unfairness of rich people getting whatever the hell they want,

a lot of people were going off saying this like

' jesus what freak would mutilate themselves like that,'

haha they must really hate themselves,'

'they must hate short people assholes, you're still a short person your height isn't real'

On and fucking on,

All of this shit is so tangled with this werid wide spread mentality that you should have a say in what other people do with their bodies,

It's in all, communitys,

I don't know maybe I watched Ripleys believe it or not, too much as a kid,

There was an episode where there was this guy who wanted to look like a lizard and a gal who wanted to look like a cat, they both had full body tattoos the guy green and scaly, the gal tiger orange and black, they both got cosmetic surgery guy had ridges put into his eyebrows and had his tongue cut at the end for the reptile split tongue look, gal had holes punched into her face around her moth and had removable whiskers,

I at first was a bit like ewww, but also thats kinda cool,

I watched that episode every time it came on, it was my favorite,

cause,

They did what they wanted done to their bodies, they found a way to be more comfortable in their skin,

I've always wanted that,

Not to look that way specifically, but to have that courage and happiness,

I have since then never found it my business what a person does with their body, and I never will,

I hope I one day live in a world that anyone can do what ever they want to themselves, as if our own bodies can be a canvas of our inner artistic expression,

Or to be left as nature built it,

That there is no shame in either choice,

And no struggle for money or such,

That it is simply a thing anyone can do at any time,

Anyway I don't treat people badly for shaping their bodies and I wish I could be extended that same curiosity,

That's all,

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allthecastlesonclouds · 4 months

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hi giving you an opportunity to infodump about wips and fic ideas <3

AGADSGFJHASDFJKH bird got my fic rambles so. you get my OCs sorry i don't make the rules they are forever a wip and i refuse to shut up about them

SO they're technically backgroundish characters for a DnD world bc Teary is part of the Pantheon for the world but. it's not about them it's about my guys!!

so teary is the son of Light and Shadows. his full name is tearithus, because why the hell not he can have some drama as a treat, he starts as a funky little imp, a bard-esque guy, who's kind of the comedic relief? he's the least toxic-masculinity-ified man you've ever met, though, because. his mother refused. their story is in three arcs and between one and two he gets mass promoted from imp to archdevil bc. yknow. saving the world and all that jazz. anyway he gets some body issues deals with that for a While. he deals with them by creating a magic circle that creates a 'permanent' shape change on his body to send his actual form to the ethereal plane. (he does not deal with them for a While.) he's loud and dramatic until literally anyone in the party starts talking, and then. he just sits and listens.

and his bestie my bestie chara. it's not her actual name (that's barely shared bc. points. fae). her title is the lady of fire, keeper of memories and watcher of time, but she doesn't try to get into that much. she's just a sad gay phoenix woman who misses her wife. she is So Self-Sacrificing and for what? Self hatred?? anyway she lost her wife in the First War, got her wife's Orb, and realized that she's possibly never going to see her wife again because her soul is nowhere. she's a fae (bc phoenix) and so struggles a lot in transitions between realms, but the transition that hit her hardest was, naturally, faerie to material. her wife helped her then. a millenia later, teary shows up at her doorstep, bleeding out, and she helps him just how she was helped. she has innate magic (sorcerer!!) and absolutely loves fucking with her own appearance. her spellcasting focus is her wedding ring– when she realized teary set up the Circle to hide his appearance, she said she wouldn't tell if he hid her ring too– focuses are targeted, she points out, and she'll be damned if she ever loses that. she can die and 'be reborn', but it's based on deals: if she dies, she gets sent to Liminality, too far from where she knows safety, and a Demon or Angel pops up to offer her a deal. she haggles and returns to life with some benefit or disadvantage. towards the end of arc two, she gets hung, and returns in a blaze of fire with true sight, but her Actual Vision is taken– her eyes are pure flame.

if duos were made of my guys, chara and mini would get paired up a lot just because teary and august are Love Interests TM. this whole friend group are Friends With Each Other, and these two have that good good sapphic/aroace bonding. they're besties. they're competitors. they have completely different views on the gods. mini, if i had to sum them up in a 'describe your character like Shit challenge,' would be: an amnesiac ghost wakes up in the Liminality with a sword and decides to solve a mystery. mini is self named– short for minutia– and they're a paladin of the Innkeeper, one of the Pantheon (Time). Mini's title starts as 'The Sword of the Innkeeper' and they are a damn good paladin. they don't have control over too many things at the start– their main motivation is to know Who They Are– but, really, their main arc is finding themself in the world itself, figuring out that they are not defined by who they were in life. it helps that, being a ghost and a dead elf, they have almost complete resistance to magical effects on physical forms and non-magic weapons– they will refuse to die. they're not naïve, but they are optimistic, which pairs them and teary together against chara and august pretty often, who are a bit more pessimistic/pragmatic.

and! speaking of august! my darling augustine, High Angel of Mercy. she begins the story serving under Life, but ends up just serving the cause, the belief of Mercy. She, of all Immortals, is the one pushing closest to Godhood without being one. she doesn't want to be one. she died half a decade into the First War– she was followed home from a town square performance and shot twice– and she's been Working In This Vein of Bullshit for the longest. if i had to give her a dnd class it would be monk: she does the punches, not the magics, but thoroughly diverts the 'magics person is the leader, punchies are the henchman with no thoughts' idea by Being So On Top Of Her Shit. she's got portals set up to each Plane, commissions Sending Earrings/Rings for the group, does a lot of Heaven's paperwork, and is too much of a perfectionist to not Have Her Shit Together. she's not, exactly, go-with-the-flow as much as the rest of the group is, because she is Terrified Of Fucking Up, but she is ruthless and impulsive in battle once she knows the people she's fighting have Wronged in a way that cannot be reprieved. also, she likes to dance. wonder what that's about? couldn't be her Life.

teary and chara have known each other the longest: legends build, you see, and townsfolk are afraid, and so when Teary came to the Material he got shot. a couple times. and a kind soul in the woods told him of the Firebird in the Mountains, so you best believe he hightailed it up there. he found her, and she helped him, and they have tea every Tuesday, where they absolutely gossip and are happy to admit it.

teary and august met next: teary works in hell for a Long While– being an imp, not a god, where would he go?– and august is basically the Deal With Anything Anywhere department of heaven, so when some trappings of Uncanny Necromancy starts to pop up on the material– and they're summoning from both Heaven and Hell– august goes Give Me One'a You Guys and gets teary to help her out. they become friends and just. keep working together.

then there's something messing with faerie, their souls being trapped in heaven instead of melting into the Being Of The World, and teary goes 'gustie i know a guy' and drags in chara. chara and august are DELIGHTED with each other and bond over lightly ribbing teary and also pretty women and also the world is fucked up and we lost Too Much to War, didn't we? anyway they get that cleared up :)

mini comes along last– it's 6 years into the Second War when heaven and hell stop receiving souls and august realizes there's a backup at the Inn at The End of The World. the innkeeper goes Help Me Please the Inn Isn't Made To Hold This Many People and mini, being one of these souls and being nosy and also knowing 'hey i worshipped this one. that's my Diety Right There' goes how can i help? and! the party is complete!

i'll shut up now but there may be a post about the Pantheon if i'm ever prompted with anything because. these ones are my guys but the Pantheon lets me weave words yknow?

#castles ocs #ren <3 #listen. i love them. theyre my darlings.#and i'm talking i guess #i did art of teary and mini and august a while back (not cassie. she's hard) but. the designs aren't up to date so :/ as of now unposted!#this ask was likely about fanfics bc it was a wip ask game but. my GUYS. it's my GUYS. i don't care how tropey they are i LOVE them

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roo-bastmoon · 2 years

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When i'm having some free time I love watching jikook through the years. they really have such amazing "story" and you can see how vital they are to each other when it comes to support and happiness and trust. I cringe when I see some of their old stuff mainly because they were so young and filled with stress and doubts and hormons but 99% of their videos make me so so endeared. But one video caught my eye. I think it's probably the only time when I felt that Jimin was truly sad and bothered over jungkook as a person and not just over wanting his affection or friendship, and it was in this link 22:00 https://youtu.be/vSYNMGovHDs and I'm saying it only because Hobi seemed angry and Jimin stated that he wants jungkook to leave even when jungkook apologizing and maybe not realizing what's so wrong, which didn't happen often. I feel bad for them having so much of their young lives and past versions of themselves caught on tape ..but something about it makes their now bond even more beautiful. I'm curious about what they would now say about their past behaviours, what changed and what not, how they feel about it looking back now. If the fight in the rain is any indication I feel like JK has been doing a lot of maturing and soul searching and grew up so well probably with advice from people around him. I imagine Jimin gained more self love and realizations that not all people are sharing the same pace and sometimes it's hard being open and vulnerable and authentic right from the start. They are so different yet somehow very similar and just..click and only getting better. I'm really proud of how they and all the guys protected themselves and grew together. I could talk about jikook for hours ❤

Dear Jikook Watcher,

You and me both. I love watching them together. Even the cringey stuff in their youth has a certain sweet vulnerability to it. I die of second-hand embarrassment and yet it also makes me endeared.

And just from a philosophical perspective, regardless of the subject we're watching... it's fascinating to see human beings change from what society molds them to be, to watch them make different choices as they grow up and mature, and then the absolute joy we feel when we witness them evolve into their true actualized selves.

The video you linked to... I'm not familiar with the context. It looks like Jimin had a long shoot where the concept required him to look angry and he was tired and JK was up in his face with his Vlog making jokes and he didn't want that, but JK apologized and kept filming, and Jimin couldn't stay mad. I mean, that's what I'm gleaning just from the few seconds of this clip. If I'm missing backstory, please fill me in!

But more to your larger point, I think Jimin and Jungkook's teenage environment was absolutely RIFE with stress, competition, insecurity, hormones, self-doubt, school work, work work, sexual awakenings (see Stormblessed95's amazing post about compulsory heterosexuality here), and scrutiny. Even if they signed up for it, how could a 13- and 15-year-old boy truly know the impact of having every waking moment monitored, pressured to be the perfect boyfriend material, the perfect beauty standard, the perfect performer--an "idol" to be worshipped?

To be so raw and real with us at any point was an act of courage.

No doubt there was a lot of push and pull and some hurt feelings along the way. The whole situation is a powder keg for emotional meltdowns. Fights over dumplings and bananas are actually about respect and autonomy--something teenagers have in short supply, never mind celebrities. And yet, thankfully, everyone in BTS has an inherently kind nature and they've all found their ways to relate and support and love each other. I truly believe BTS would have fallen apart by now if those boys didn't all love each other.

I'm NOT a K-pop fan (I'm not a popular music fan in general--I like random shit like Enya and Broadway musicals and 40s big bands and anime soundtracks; I am a weirdo). But as I see a bit of the K-pop fandoms on Twitter I am astounded by how cruel, shallow, and fickle that world is. The fact that BTS has consistently found ways to rise above it, spread messages of self-love and kindness and hard work, and to be such upstanding people in their own right... they deserve sincere praise. They are truly unique, and talented. I hate when people reduce them to just being popular. They are visionary.

And as I'm sure you see when you watch fetus Jikook, there's both the sense that some things were the result of tremendous effort and good character, and other things were the result of destiny.

A bit like the Jikook relationship itself.

Yours,

Roo

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Tell us about your ocs!

OH NO I didn't think I'd get this far........these are all people from last year's nanowrimo endeavor that I'm finally picking away at after a nice long break.

Harper doesn't remember anything or know anything about who she is or was but she does know she won't take anymore shit. and she's going to get her answers no matter what. but unfortunately the answer is that she's like the magic reincarnation of The First Big Bad (named Everest lmao). so is she also going to Be Bad? or will she do something different with her life? she doesn't know and neither do I. I gave her insane platinum blonde hair. she starts out pretty passive and quiet but more of her personality starts to come out the more she learns about the world around her and herself. harper has the gift of General Magic like spell casting (that I need a cooler name for)

Valentine (Val for short) is lowkey named after a character from one of my fav book series. she's very intense and straight to the point unless she's manipulating everyone and their grandma to get suspicion off of her because she's the one who set up Harper to lose all her memories in order to keep her safe from Turning Into The Big Bad. it's complicated but she and harper are 100% in love. valentine is the one who writes and comes up with the spells that harper can then bring to life. so there's like a codependency where one can't do anything without the other. but one locked the other away for basically forever to save her but was it really saving her????

Malachi (Michael at the beginning) is like Harper's watcher while she is stuck not knowing who she is. his magic specialty is like persuasion so he uses that on Harper a lot to get her to stop from figuring things out. valentine convinced him to go along with the plan of trapping her since they are a true trio of friends. he thinks it's not a good plan but valentine is so determined to make it work and she squashes any of his other suggestions to help harper that he has no choice but to listen to val. he mostly just likes the gang to be together and is really happy once harper knows who he Really Is because it was really hard for him to see her so clueless and unlike herself.

okay that's about it for now!! there's also Blair and Copernicus (Nic) who are pretty important but I don't want to ramble for too long. Dawn, Forrest, and Luke also exist (who were originally Leia, Han, and Luke, poor Luke hasn't gotten an updated name yet lmao) and also Dallas, who has Big MILF energy.

thanks for asking I love you anon!!!!! I'm highkey going to make all these people in the sims today for funsies and so I can kiss them all good night.

#asks #oh god sharing anything about my original writing feels so scary sometimes #cause what if NO ONE LIKES IT????#but tbh i like it which is all that matters #thanks for asking for real!!!!

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Pariah AU | The Return P1

Rana glowered as she was dressed down from her jeans and leather to a black skirt, a plain teal shirt and she chose a simple wrap ruana of dark blue with the imprint of long lings that broke into swirls that for her, represented the multiverse. Underneath her clothes and sleeves, she still had her throwing blades and knifes holstered on her; they were ‘simple’ technology so she hadn’t been told to remove then either.

Her glasses were switched out with a set of simple shades with the arms will side covers so no one could see her glowing pupils. Her eye-sight was fine without glasses but she needed them to cover her eyes at the end of the day for those who knew nothing of magic, even if her eyes were safe exposed. Her regular set were ‘too advanced’ for her native AU given how it switched between normal glass and tint with a click of a button.

What she had wanted to bring, she was forced to keep in her bed room, again for being ‘too advanced’ which meant she had…very little to take that was acceptable. Rana was pleased to learn she got to keep some of her simpler engineering tools for crafting, a few books, a photo alum Wanderer and the others had put together, journals and art supplies for her designs. At least she’d be occupied; and she could always rebuild her more advanced tools as well, so it wasn’t a total loss. Rana was suddenly grateful for Tek’s tedious exercises for tool study.

With her bag packed with her limited personal items, Rana bid her room good-bye and let Watcher Mirabel lead her down.

“Look, I know this is going to be hard for you.” Watcher started, “punishments are not meant to be something to be walked off like they never happened and I’m sure you’ll be back in no time.”

“Cut the crap, Watcher.” Rana grumbled, “You’re not the one being stripped down to basics and left to a world your mother actively avoids out of fear.”

Watcher’s hand came to her shoulder. “You’re not with nothing. Look. I asked Abuela about giving you this.”

From behind a pot along the balcony, Watcher Mirabel held out a small box. Curious, Rana opened it up to see…a small dated radio.

“I know you love your music, so this is the best I could do. Self-sustaining battery, I did download all your songs from your phone. No screen so you just have to tap the buttons to change song but still, it’s something. If anyone opens it up, it looks like a simple mechanical set of a mini gramophone so it’s safe.”

Rana’s eyes widened a little as she turned the little radio with new-found respect before she secured it into her leather bag in between her sleeping bag.

“Thank you.”

Watcher smiled softly. “There’s also another surprise as well.”

“A last moment of me not being sent away?” Rana joked, abet hopefully but Watcher just laughed and led on down to the porch where… Wanderer Mirabel was standing next to her bag and an axe.

But Wanderer wasn’t wearing her typical hand-embroidered, half-done dungarees and typically decorated undershirt but instead she was now wearing a bottle-green skirt, a cream short and slightly puffy sleeved shirt and an maroon coat drabbled over her shoulder and her long curls were put up into a bun that looked hidden under the large hat she more. But what stood out was the typical green frames of her glasses were now a yellow frame. None of her clothes had any personalise touch to it either which Rana found odd.

“Wanderer?” Rana had to check, “What are you wearing?”

Wander twirled and smiled, “a new look while I’m with you.”

“Wait, you’re coming with me?” Rana wasn’t going to turn the company down at all but…of all people to come, Wanderer was typically the last one to volunteer. She hated boring shit and getting stranded in one Au was the definition of boring. “Why?”

“I want to and out of everyone, I’m the normal one.”

“Hey!” Watcher Mirabel scoffed indignantly at Wanderer’s side.

“Hey, you grow a belly button then we can discuss.” Wanderer fired back, pointing to her watcher counter part’s belly with venom.

Rana sniggered at the look on her face but reached for her arm. “Thank you.”

Wander’s look to Watcher disappeared before smiling at her, “Plus, I enjoy making trouble so let’s make the best of it. Stray and Hallow are waiting by the portal”

“What about Mami?”

“She’s had the implant replaced so… she’d kinda out of it.”

Rana’s face fell with the reminder but she could accept that. She knew her mother would be here for her if it was possible…she wanted to hear her assurances that they’d be coming back. Suspension wasn’t a dismissal from Watcher Services. She wanted her support…

“I left her a video note in my room. She’s welcome to go in if she wants.” Rana informed, not doubted it for a moment because…why wouldn’t she? To feel some closeness to her; her room was her best option.

Watcher Mirabel nodded, patting her arm before they headed down as a group, their bags trailing though Rana’s shoulders sagged at the slight of the portal.

It wasn’t a smooth shape for a portal as one would expect but oddly shaped like a piece of broken glass and at least a foot thick in it’s edges, which weren’t smooth but roughly shaped and energy currents crackled around it in purples and blues but you could see straight through it to the other side with only a faint protective barrier.

On the other side was a forest view… it looked right beside a river as well. Was this the same spot they had found her mother all that time ago?

Hallow stepped into her view, her face passive of emotion as ever, her violet gaze sharp nonetheless as she took her hands. “I will help your mother while she recovers. I hope you take the return as a lesson. As much as I condone the desire to make your mother more independent, your methods, I cannot.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I am dependant on my bracers to use my own gift and to choose when to feel. If I had my own emotions constantly, I do believe I would express worrying behaviour. My AU…not quite like the other Pepa’s who found emotional stability. The stations are complex on dependencies and how to recover from ill-times.”

Rana knew what Hallow was getting at. Just because she had no emotions now, it didn’t mean she wasn’t at risk of doing something stupid again. Perhaps it was the fact she had none unless needed that Hallow wondered about herself and her own mental health. Rana had been told enough to know how the woman lost her emotions to start with. It didn’t surprise her that Hallow favoured towards her Mami’s needs for the technology.

Rana stepped forwards and hugged her surrogate tia with a sigh. Awkwardly, Hallow returned though she seemed to pause as her hands brushed her sides, catching the rim of one of her throwing blades before she pinged the holster through her shirt with approval

“Good girl.” She whispered in approval, pulling back. “Don’t go soft on me, practice and spar with each other. When you get back, I want to get a game of laser tag going.”

Rana chuckled softly, “With this AU, it’s going to be boring as hell. Of course we’re going to fight.”

“No need to sound so excited.” Wanderer piped in, “Without your gift, I still beat your ass.”

“You’re 100 years older than me. You’re a goal to beat.”

With a final pat on the arm, Hallow dropped her arm then quite promptly walked off with little interest to see her off. Very on brand for her, so Rana didn’t give it a moment’s thought before Stray reached forwards and pulled her into a hug.

“Do you know how long?”

“They’ll assign the time period to Pariah’s time, not the watcher so no short cuts.” Stray sighed, rubbing her back, “I’m sorry, I don’t know much more than that.”

“I’m not surprised.” Rana had hoped it was to the Watcher AU’s time. It had been 2 years since Mami had left, but 15 in the watcher AU. She didn’t want her mother to be without her for 7 years if it was a year’s suspension in the Pariah AU… Her mother didn’t need that punishment.

“If I’m in danger, can I be pulled out? I am entitled to that extraction”

“That’ll be to Wanderer’s discretion.” Stray pulled back. “Now, if you do meet with your family….please be civil. No killing them, no maiming and don’t drag any of them of what happened.”

“Camilo deserves it.” Her tone filled with venom.

“Probably but… they’ve suffered Pariah’s loss just as traumatically as she did. Helpless to find her, guilt on how they left things with her and they’ve never had closure because they never found her body. They are hurting and… I know you are too in regards to them and what they did.”

“I wish you were my Papi…if I was conceived here with you and Mami, then I wouldn’t have to go through with this.” Rana glowered at the portal. “I might actually have my brother, you know.”

Stray sighed. “Given I was 33 and your mother was 50 when we met, I wasn’t for that age gap, even if I do like an older woman. And, as I said before, your mother doesn’t need me as a husband, she needs me as a friend.”

Rana blew out a disinterested raspberry.

Stray stepped back, his fingers scratching lightly at his facial scars. “Wanderer will keep me apprised of the situation. So, good luck.”

Watcher Mirabel handed over another case with the tent as Wanderer hugged her though Rana glowered as she slipped her sun glasses on before stepping through the portal to th heat of the jungle.

Behind her, the crackling continued before rana felt it close up but didn’t turn to look, wrinkling her nose but she couldn’t deny the…feel of this was…nice. Like home.

As much as she hated it.

“Ugh. Let’s go.”

Unknown to the duo, back at Casita, Abuela’s eyes turned as a flickering caught her eye, her head turning in alarm to see Julieta’s dark door flicker on for a moment. The bowl she was carrying dropped and she felt like the air had been knocked out of her lungs but to her surprise, the glow only brightened before light shivered through Casita’s building before a low groan as if the very foundations were adapting.

“Dolores! Get the family here now!”

Abuela hurried up the steps, her eyes starting at her lost child’s door but her attention turned to see her door moving across the smooth surface of the wall. Julieta’s following the same motion. The casita seemed to shiver but there was no mistake that Casita was expanding to make room.

Soon enough, she hard patters of feet and her being called. Pepa’s rain thundered.

“Mama?!”

But Abuela had no words before Pepa gasped as she reached the top of the steps with the rest of the family in tow.

“What’s going on?” Mirabel pushed through before she froze.

They waited in baited breath before Abuela’s door stopped moving, Julieta’s too but now, they could all see a new door forming until it was bright and swirling like any pre-claimed door they were all familiar with.

The light in Julieta’s door faded again once the door was formed ready but… it left a huge question.

Whose door was that?!

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spacetimewraithwrites-archive · 2 years

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Find the Word Tag Game

tagged by: @sleepyowlwrites!! my words: fruit, flavor, friend, first, flirtatious, foreign tagging: @sleepyowlwrites, @drabbleitout, @drippingmoon, @druidx, @ashen-crest, @zmwrites, anyone who wants to, and watching shows and movies set in DC is so weird cuz it’s like wow I know those places lmao NCIS has always been wild especially when they mention VA cities I’ve been to/lived in your words: talk, scream, yell, cry, whisper, murmur

fruit (Aurora)—

Warren chuckled and slapped his back twice upon meeting him at the bottom of the stairs. "Nah, man, it's a big day for you! Aren't you excited?"

"Excited, sure," Guetry said, catching with one hand a fruit thrown to him by someone in the crowd. "But I also threw up twice before I even left my room, so. Everything's fine!"

Thrive regarded him, in the middle of plating the food from his pan. "It is fine."

flavor (Rebirth)—

"Good morning, newlyweds, question mark," Guetry said obnoxiously as Warren entered the bridge later, sucking the last of the coffee flavor out of his teeth. "Oldlyweds? Whatever. We officially have the best news you will ever receive."

Warren turned back to Thrive, who had followed him, making a last-minute adjustment to his form suit. "Hear that? The war's over and I can go back to sleep."

"My decryptions are finished," Scotty said. "Among these files are extensively rendered star maps detailing the locations of four hundred and forty-five vital loyalist camps and bases within the Milky Way, as well as the elusive Blue Palace where Hyret currently resides."

"Holy shit," Warren said. "That's literally the best news we will ever receive."

friend (Eternal)—

"Your parents sound wonderful," Thrive said.

Warren shrugged. "Just like anyone else, they weren't perfect, but they were the best parents they could be. I like to think I was close with both of them, for the short amount of time I had with them."

Thrive folded his arms. "Part of me wishes I'd taken the time to find out who my parents were. I'd always suspected an older Watcher I knew when I was young to be one of them because from the point I underwent entu'borah onward they didn't seem as friendly with me as they once were."

"Wow," Warren said. "It kills me to think that someone could've just...given you up or abandoned you."

"It happened more often than anyone liked to admit."

"How? How does that happen in a society where having a child literally can't be a surprise?"

Thrive ran a palm over his jaw. "There was a time when having at least one child was mandatory. Our population was, according to the Leadership, dangerously low. It never was. We'd been over a hundred billion in numbers since before I was born."

first (Meridian)—

Warren greeted Thrive at the VIP gate of the Node a few days later the only way he felt was appropriate—he ignored the security detail and threw his arms around him, held him tight and for a long, long time.

"Things have sucked," Warren murmured into his shoulder as Thrive slid a hand to the back of his neck. "I missed you so much."

"We'll get through it together," Thrive said. "Just like we got through the first year of Leviathan, and everything else we've gotten through together."

flirtatious(ing) (Rebirth)—

Guetry waved in Warren's direction. "Yeah, got him lookin' proper Node, too. Opinions?"

Thrive observed the outfit and cosmetic differences with a critical eye, and Warren felt himself flushing under the scrutiny.

"To me," Thrive said after too long of a pause, "he seems much more comfortable in his skin, and that's deeply satisfying. Thank you, Guetry."

Warren exhaled and grinned. "Just say you think I'm hot and move on."

"The day those words leave my mouth is the day you should worry about my well-being."

"Do they need to leave your mouth though? You're kinda giving off the vibe already."

Thrive gave him a look that was hard in the eyes but his lips sort of curled up a bit at the corners.

Warren could've easily been pushed to amp up the flirting, but he decided that was too much in a public setting. "How's the acquisition going?" he asked instead.

foreign (Rebirth)—

"Alright," Thrive said, handing Warren the tablet. "Scotty, highlight the pieces of code we need to manipulate."

He placed his hands on Warren's head, fingers finding specific, symmetrical points. Warren looked down at the tablet and had to blink unexpected blurriness out of his eyes before he realized he could suddenly understand the foreign symbols scrolling from right to left. Something about it still seemed off, as if he looked at it within a dream, and it didn't help when some of the white text became yellow.

"I…" Warren took a second to really look at the code and orient himself. "What's happening?"

"I'm translating," Thrive said. "Stimulating the language center of your brain. You're temporarily fluent."

"Did you know you could do this?"

"...That's not important."

#tag game #Find the Word #I'm actually listening to the Monica Lewinsky/Linda Tripp tapes in the background as I work on this #like it's a sick (negative) podcast but it's so fascinating and horribly droll at the same time #and to think it was all happening within like twenty to thirty minutes away from where I lived at the time #Tripp was a trip (derogatory)#I'm hyperfixating a little #fun fact someone's listening to the OJ trial in the background of the first tap #*tape and it's kinda funny cuz Sarah Paulson was in both Impeachment and the OJ season of ACS #also it's fascinating to hear how other people talk to each other on the phone #I should tape my husband and I talking for fun lol #anyway that's enough from me shit lmao

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garfieldsladybird · 2 years

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Okay I hope this isn't too much!!

🦝 — trash panda. • send in a description about yourself; A little abt your personality (a lot if you want and appearance too if you’d like), gender preference & fandom. and I’ll ship you with someone!! :))

can I ask for the fandoms Teen wolf, Marvel, and HP?

I'm 5'1, typical short girl, I have a big attitude and I will give anyone shit no matter who they are as long as I have good reason (good reason to me at least). I have medium length hair that I dye all the time. usually it's red or black. I have a lot of mental illnesses. Depression, general anxiety, major social anxiety, I think bpd and a bunch of other stuff. My social anxiety usually affects me a lot more when I'm alone and not with someone I trust. If I'm with someone I trust I'm a giant extrovert and i get a lot more reckless and loud. normally I'm pretty quiet. definitely a people watcher. I sit back before I go into a new situation and observe everyone so I know who to talk to, who to avoid, just hwo to interact with everyone and everything. I don't trust easily but once you've earned my trust I will fight tooth and nail for you and I'm very loyal. My love language is touch and gifts. I'm always cuddling and touching and hugging the people I care about. I'll be as close as possible as long as the other person is comfortable and ok with it.

um that's a lot so ima stop myself here

yo damn I relate to you so much. I read that and I just immediately felt like I was reading a lot about myself wowo

thank you <33

okay so…

teen wolf; Scott McCall. I feel like because he’s kind of more of a shy, puppy lover kind of guy I feel like you being with him would be a good match. but I don’t think you guys would get together like immediately or something you know. but yeah I’m gonna go with Scott McCall. I feel like you guys would relate to each other with the loyalty, and I think he would be able to help you with the social anxiety, I think he most likely would be able to sense that because he’s a werewolf yk it is main priority most likely would be to protect his mate. and I feel like he’s a very touchy person himself so he wouldn’t mind at all.

^ going with that I would also ship you with stiles. I feel like he would love a girl with a big attitude that would give anyone shit if you had a good reason. and I feel like he knows what it’s like to have depression and panic attacks because he still gets panic attacks so I think he would be there to help you no matter what. and I think he’s already a touchy person so he would love to just hug you, anytime. and I feel like you guys would have the best connection together because once you earn that trust and that bond, you guys would have this amazing energy together. like it’s when you have that friend where you guys just look at each other and you guys just start laughing and it’s the laugh that dead silent but you guys are just dying and that’s what I’m getting from the both of you. idk

Final answer for teen wolf is Stiles :D

marvel; ngl i’m thinking of Peter Parker but I think I’m gonna go with Pietro Maximoff. mostly because I think you would earn his trust and he would earn it from you too, and he seemed very protective of his sister so I bet he would be even more protective of you too. and if the depression and the social anxiety were getting to you I think he would be very good at comforting you and helping you out. because I remember a scene or some thing where he was helping his sister yk and I also think he would make sure to learn how to help you with the bpd. or just be there with you. now I think he would love to just speed around for example around the tower or something and when he finally found you he would just pick you up in a big lovable hug from behind oh my gosh <33 I think you and him would very much be similar in the observing people area and I also feel like you guys would gossip a lot. I don’t know why but I bet if he was in more of the Marble universe I think his attitude would be the same as yours, the I will give anybody shit only if I have a good reason for it. because that’s basically what he did with Tony so.

Mcu answer is Pietro Maximoff. <33

Harry potter universe:

Golden trio era; I kind of wanna ship you with Ron… same with pietro I think he’ll be the biggest sweetheart with all of that, like I bet there’s times where you might feel that it’s too much and you don’t want to put this on your significant other but I feel like he wouldn’t care, that he would want to help you, no matter what.

^ after I wrote that I kind of was thinking of George Weasley more. and I feel like George is somehow always in the shadow of Fred and he is kind of more of the quiet one I don’t think he has a lot of lines but I kind of want to switch this to George. same going with what I just said he would be the biggest sweetheart, he would just wanna comfort you and he’s like 6 foot 1 bro he will just pick you up and hold you ‘cause he will be your teddy bear, he most likely has a lot of issues with social anxiety too since Fred is more of the talker but I feel like George has more charm he’s more genuine kind of maybe I’m not saying that Freddy is rude or anything I hope you get what I mean…

but for Golden Trio era George Weasley is my final answer.

Marauders era; this one’s kind of a tough choice for me. I really don’t know. I feel like you would be great friends with a marauders and i’m really thinking of all three… poly!marauders but without peter ofc. i’m thinking this because I mean it just kind of makes sense for me. with remus I feel like he would be able to calm you down if you get like overhyped with giving someone shit, and he would definitely earn that trust too. as for Sirius I think you guys would be a great match because like earning that trust and then just having fun together, but I think there would be times where he might get jealous of maybe how you act with the other boys and maybe that’s because you don’t talk to Sirius the way you talk to them about feelings and stuff, that might be because Sirius has gone through so much already and he don’t want to put more on him but once he learns that he tells you that he’s okay with it and then he wants to be there so you like through and through. as for Jamies, I think james is a very touchy person so he might bug you a lot but he would definitely earn you that trust and he’s most likely a lot about trust too but he doesn’t like focus around it, once he knows he has it then he has it and he stays with it, going back to him being a touchy person I think he would just love holding your hand hugging you touching you in any sort of way and you both just get so used to it that like it calms you down to if you’re having a panic attack, or if you just need someone to like hold you for a little yk. now going with your other love language which is gifts, I feel like they would all give you a bunch of gifts. I personally feel like Sirius would start off by giving you like little gifts oh that would be cute <33

you didn’t give me your sexuality if that you liked girls or not, and I mean if I’m allowed to I will choose if you do not like girls ignore this part. I kinda wanna pick Marlene too, that’s because I feel like she already has this big ass attitude and I don’t know if it’s just me but I feel like you’re a Slytherin maybe I’m wrong mhmm no you’re a Hufflepuff… oooh idk 🤷🏼‍♀️

OK marauders era; if I’m allowed to pick a girl I would pick Marlene. but I’m very strongly going with poly!marauders. without Peter.

hopefully I covered everything :3 thank you 🫶🏻

#that’s Felt nice #yaya #garfield answers 🦖#gα︎я︎ƒιє︎ℓ∂︎’ѕ 100 party animals

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furiousofpanda · 1 year

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SORRY FOR ANY ERRORS OR ANYTHING ITS 12 AM AND IM TIRED AS SHIT BUT I STILL PULLED THIS OUT MY ASS

Short story between Wake (POV) and Grym (wip character who I haven't drawn yet)

Let's be real here, most characters I'm about to mention are concepts in my head I have yet to draw out even though I already have whole lore and even voice claims for them.

I'll give an introduction of Grym and the place it take place in after this story.

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"I'd like to meet you some day," You said, laying on the dark void of a barrier that separates you from the only one you can consider a friend and looking into the dangling static sky of clockwork mirrors and your island.

"I'd ..ike .o .oo" the muffled voice came through. You haven't had company like this in a long while, and even though the voice was hard to hear, it was better then the gutting silence in. Plus, guessing from your previous conversations Grym is just looking to get away from Jitter, Haddock and Xate for as much as he can.

"Ho.. wha.ev.r ..u do going fo. ..u?" He cuts through your pandering thoughts or well, his awkward silence.

"Whatever I do is crumbs if I know, it's not like I came with a job description." Wake said with a lighthearted sarcasm. "It's just the usual."

There was a long pause

"Pardon?" Grym says, you can probably guess that he's yelling on the other side.

"ITS GOING GOOD!" you yell, Grym matches your energy with a responded loud and clear "yay!"

You both continue chattering loudly until Grym gets called by a deep bellowing rumble of a voice of who you assume is Haddock, where Grym and you yell loud goodbyes through the void built.

You sit up, the mirrors don't seem to be following a pattern but slowly move down in their own rhythm to near where you now have sat up, usually some mutiverses would crack or shatter under the pressure of the void's hands pulling the mirrors through, making a loud crash or crunch, but you found an area that had multiverses with lots of success signs which leads to opportunities like this where you can talk to Grym and learn about him and what's beyond your prison. You sometimes wonder if your really bound here, but since your memory problems started occuring, you can't remember how to enter worlds. So yo do what you do best, and push yourself off the void, twisting and turning shape gracefully in a zero gravity space, collecting back together to speculate a doomed multiverse that caught your eye. Not doomed due to an anomaly as as small bit of you hoped but just something normal to watch, something you can't interfere with even if you tried.

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Okay you may be asking

"What the fuck did I just read??"

Let me explain a good chunk of it so that if I make more but longer stories like this that are better written you'll at least get it.

In my cannon there is a space outside of universes and multiverses only accessible to the incomprehensible or likewise. There are no gods, no demons or angels, but something thats just all of it combined. Its more like eldritch beings and the slightly anonymous being cryptids to an extent.

Nonetheless there are rankings based on these factors

1. Type (what job do you do?)

2. Incomprehensibility

The higher up the rankings the more dangerous they are to know about, definitely a cognitive hazard for those who aren't eldritch-sorts themselves.

I'm not going to go all over them but simply the relevant ones at the moment, otherwise we'll be here literally all week

Rank doesn't determine personality, status, or form, there may be minor identifying things but typically any of these can appear as any shape or form. Lower ranks usually can't change their appearance while higher ranks change too much and/or to some capacity cannot simply be observed even by an eye of a "god"

Each area is formed for the purpose and personality of the rank that belongs there. Most Ranks such as Watchers, Caretakers, Pawns and Jury stand alone, locked in their own Zones, while all other ranks share their zones, Ranks who stand alone usually are introverted to some extent or are horrible with communication, but have jobs at sorting the multiverses that exist from the ones that are being worked on and are maybe hue successes, sorting out dead and forgotten worlds, ones forgotten by the creator and community.

Rank 0 - Oracle

Harmless to the mind, these beings are gifted individuals who have abandoned their old lives to live solitude outside the fabric of the multiverse. They are the only ones any class is able to visit, as they are able to observe any level without effects and see (or sometimes send) individuals into the past or future of specific multiverses/timelines. When they do send them back it's more like a memory, as the individual sent back is a ghost, unable to be heared or unable to touch anything in the past or future (to prevent timeline issues).

Oracle grounds are usually underneath the Guardians (Rank 20) that are separating the creators of the worlds and are typically seen as a the first line of passive defense. Don't think these dainty creatures are passive, theyvan see straight through you, knowing your intentions. If you plan on passing through the gate, they will put you unconscious even if a creature is unable to go unconscious and send them back to the multiverse they originate from or belong, which if it's another lower than guardian rank trying to trespass, will get the same treatment, sent back to their zone.

I'll explain 1 -3 later, they are still in development conceptually

Rank 4 - Watcher

Watchers are like physical moderators who catch and delete harmful anomalies, particularly ones that harm other multiverses, as in-multiverse anomalies are completely fine as long as they don't hop multiverses at a time and start breaking Multiverses down. Thus with such an important task, Watchers are usually able to take on any sort of form, but they must play by the universes rules that they have entered unless they have located and are fighting off the anomaly. This is more of a forced thing as all watchers are physically unable to use anything out of the ordinary depending on the ordinary of that world, unless they have located the anomaly, then these restraints are suddenly lifted. Location is knowledge of where (and/or when if time travel is involved), maybe not pinpoint but if they have a faint idea, it unlocks that multiverse lock temporarily. Once the anomaly is deleted or patched, the being is summoned back to their post.

Wake is a Watcher, but most watchers nowadays use their abilities to hive-mind duplicate themselves to watch while doing other things or be to places at once, wanting a more Mortal-inspired lifestyle.

Rank 5 - Weavers

Weavers and Puzzleworkers (rank 6) work together, even though most Puzzleworkers are invisible to the Weavers the work in the same area

Once a multiverse passes the test of time, the are sorted by if the multiverses have been unscathed or if they are cracked. Cracked means it still can shatter but it also has the potential to fix itself. Unscathed ones are put in picture frames hung by the same goop that the test of time was made of, the reason Weavers are nicknamed Weavers is because the make sure the goop doesn't run thin, making sure good universes don't fall and get forgotten. Of course some fall here and there unnoticed but Weavers tend to the top while puzzleworkers handle the bottom.

Grym is a Plage-doctor-esk faced character that harbors a not so fandy outfit with a cloak on top that have gold buttons down the middle. The outfit itself is stained black with the void's color other than Grym's body himself. He has legs sometimes but seems to prefer moving around with an octopus like lover body.

His voice claims is "Let time pass through" or whatever that song was that sounded like Kermit was singing it, yeah his vc is fuckin Kermit and I love Grym as a concept sm

Rank 6 - Puzzleworkers

Not going to completely cover this cause I'm getting tired of writing this and I'd have to explain the few I skipped over to have this one be fully understood, as Puzzleworkers are essentially like beings that have a body but it cannot be processed by the brain or even if without a brain, the aren't ment to be seen, so the look invisible or like a silhouette if anything. They're jobs are to pick up the broken pieces of the multiverses that have shattered and either attempt to piece it together to a whole or if there is too many missing pieces, melt it down into something new, where the concepts are sent back to creators in hope that eventually the aspects of the broken worlds gets used in some way.

That's it I'm tired, but feel free to ask questions cause I'm nowhere near done

Idk if y'all are even interested in my oc sheit so oop

#multiverse #timeline #universe #oc world #oc #writerscorner

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Letting Diavolo Go To The Human World Is The Same As Letting The Pigeon Drive The Bus… Do Not Do It!

tw: cursing. also, minus luke.

The Demon Prince’s fascination of the human world wasn’t a new thing to you. However, it did surprise you how much he did not know of the customs and cultures humans had. He’s centuries older than you can imagine and he’s never impulsively gone up there before?

When you asked him about it, he gave you wide grin. “I’ve only gone up there for conferences and meetings. I’ve never gone up there simply to have fun. I have so much work and it takes up too much time.”

You frowned a little disheartened that Diavolo hasn’t been able to experience or enjoy a trip to the human world without it being work related. You were about to suggest a proposition as Barbatos added on, “Speaking of conferences, your four o’clock meeting is about to start in ten minutes, Young Master.”

The bright smile on Diavolo’s face fell a little. “I’m sorry, MC, our weekly tea has to be cut a little short.” You reassured him it was no problem as he got up from his seat and walked you to the door. He told Barbatos to escort you to the House of Lamentation. The minute Diavolo was out of earshot, Barbatos leaned towards your ear with a strained smile on his face.

“The Young Master is able to do what he wants. However, no matter what he does, do not let him go to the Human World by himself and with no motive.”

You didn’t understand why Diavolo wasn’t allowed to go up there without being supervised. He was a grown man and the literal Future King of Hell. Surely, he could take care of himself. So a few days later you asked him if the two of you could to the Human World together and he agreed. What could possibly go wrong?

Oh, you were wrong. You were so wrong!

It’s been less than twenty-four hours and now the both of you are sitting in a jail cell. Your left hand was sticky, your clothes were damp with rainwater and you were sure the guard kept eyeing you up and down as if you were insane. Diavolo sat next to you with a guilty look on his face. He mouthed a “sorry” at you, making you giggle while tearing up at the predicament you both were in. He could only laugh with you as you laugh and cry at the same time.

When the guard had told you were allowed one phone call (courtesy to Diavolo for compelling him to do so) you immediately headed towards the jail phone and punched in the number. You were a little surprised that the Devildom phone numbers worked but you didn’t really dwell on the thought.

You just hoped the person you called would bail the both of you out.

LUCIFER

Sigh…

Someone get him five shots.

When you called Lucifer to tell him that you and Diavolo went to the Human World for a day trip, he was hoping you were going to ask him if he wanted anything before the both of you came back.

What he wasn’t expecting was (in less than 24 hours) for you to tell him not only have the both of you created an unnatural phenomenon, you managed to commit three felons, crashed a car that neither of you have a license to drive and managed to get caught of all things.

When you told him that you got arrested he was debating on letting you go to prison so you could learn your lesson. Then he heard Diavolo’s voice in the back and started choking on his wine.

How in the three realms did Diavolo managed to get arrested? And how did you (the one he thought was as responsible as him) allow this to happen? What do you mean you let Diavolo drive the car? He has a butler for a reason, MC, obviously hE DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO DRIVE—

Was about to lecture you about the danger you put yourself (Diavolo) in and what the consequences when he heard Diavolo’s, “I don’t want to go back.”

Immediately gathers everyone to go and pick you both up. Has the bail money ready to go, makes sure he thinks of everything that can go wrong and gives it a solution and prepares to drag Diavolo out that jail cell himself.

When he gets there he gives you a glare that could soil cheese in 2.5 seconds.

When he goes to bail you both and the guard tells him you both can’t be released tonight, he snaps. Immediately threatens the guards with the unholiest torture threats you’ve ever heard. The guard ends up caring a little less about his job and a little more about his life and let’s you both go.

Diavolo doesn’t leave the cell. Father help him, his patience is running thin.

The next two hours is just him, Barbatos and Diavolo arguing.

“Young Master, for the last time. Get out the cell.” “NO!” “Can we just leave him—” “Quiet, Belphegor! We cannot leave him. Lord Diavolo GET OUT THE CELL!”

MAMMON

Impressed but at the same time mostly concerned.

When you told him what happened, his face started to get paler with each word. How did the two of you manage to do all this in less than a day? And here he thought he was a troublemaker…

Then the words finally process in his head. “Ya got in a car crash?! Human what we’re ya thinkin’? What if ya died? I don’t care who was drivin’ I’m never letting ya near a car again!”

Looking and thinking for someway to profit off of this. Then realizes, as the appointed human watcher, if Lucifer found out that he let you get arrested ON TOP of Diavolo being there with you while he made money off of it, his head would be ripped off.

In a state of fear in panic for both his life and yours, he goes to pick you both up alone.

It’s not his first time encountering the police. He’s been arrested before for illegal gambles, dealing, fights and such its not hard to guess what for. He will tell you though that he’s actually not the first brother to get arrested.

When he gets there the first thing he does is rush to you and make sure you’re okay. He doesn’t really care that Diavolo is there too. He just has to make sure that you are okay. All human parts are intact? Okay. Good. Let’s go.

Then the guard tells him that he can’t let you both leave yet because you need to be trialed.

Uh oh. Frustrated Mammon is here.

Immediately starts arguing with the guard. He gets so angry he’s about to start throwing punches. That’s until the guards throws a handcuff on him and shoves him in the cell with you.

He gets a phone call too, though.

You tell him to call Lucifer or Barbatos and then Diavolo tells him not to call either of them because he really doesn’t want to go back. Suddenly, Diavolo and him are best friends.

You command him to call Lucifer though and he bites his lip. The ringing of the jail phone has his heart pounding. When the phone connects, the words spill and he mentally cursing at you.

Long story short, Lucifer is the one that gets you both out and leaves Mammon there.

LEVIATHAN

Immediately asks you why you called him of all people. Doesn’t hesitate to try and refer you to someone else.

Then immediately remembers it’s like that this is exactly like that one anime where the—

When you told him why you got arrested he got extremely nervous, ESPECIALLY when he heard Diavolo’s voice in the back correcting you when you left a detail or two out. Not because he’s of the intensity of the crimes but, because he knew Lucifer would absolutely strangle you.

Is already panicking and looking for a solution. Is trying to remember what his brothers had done when he got arrested. (Spoiler Alert! He was the first brother out of all of them to get arrested. He punched a child in the face at an anime convention. The kid snitched and told his mom, cough cough, little shit, cough cough. Does he regret it? Nope! In his opinion, the kid deserved it.)

He voices his anger when he realizes that he has to use manga money to bail you both out. How could you do this to him? He thought you were his Henry. Turns out you’re just a fish…

He blogs and video records the minute he gets up there. It’s going to go viral, he just knows it. Then he gets a message from Lucifer with a smiley face and a link to his blog and he’s panicking. He has to get you two out of there. NOW!

Simply just throws money at the guard, not really caring if you two can’t leave just yet. He’s getting you two out of there one way or another before Lucifer gets here. Listen MC he doesn’t care that he’s making things worse, he refuses to die without having his 93849281849th Ruri-Chan marathon.

Then the dilemma of Diavolo not wanting to leave hits him and his patience is running thin. Why of all people did you have to get arrested with the person needed most in the Devildom?

It becomes too late when he finally manages to start convincing Diavolo to come back home. Lucifer walks through the door.

And Levi summons Lotan.

SATAN

Mr. Agent of Chaos #1 is so proud and impressed with you.

Don’t get him wrong, he was worried about you. Getting arrested and caught for your crimes is a big deal. Yet, you managed to commit three felonies before you got caught? Love, he’s invested.

He has so many questions for you. What felonies did you commit? What was your favorite felony? How’d you get caught? What do you think was the first mistake you made that got you behind bars? If you could do this all over again do you think you would get caught? Here, let him get a pen and paper so you can tell him every little detail of what happened so he can make it fool proof for you.

Then, he here’s Diavolo say he’d be glad to provide the details of what happened and now he realizes what the big issue is.

Oh he can’t wait to hold this against Lucifer’s head. Wait, let him go tell Belphie!

He has everything prepared and is ready to bail you out. You knew he was reliable.

If you see him take a picture of the two of you curled up together in the cell. It’s for research purposes. Totally not for Belphie and him to hold against Lucifer. You can’t tell him to delete it, his printer is already making hundreds of copies.

Turns out Satan isn’t as reliable as you thought. This is because five minutes and a broken desk later, he’s thrown in cell too.

He knows he should get a call too but the guard doesn’t tell him he gets one. Starts cursing so quickly you can’t even make out the words he’s saying.

When Diavolo tells him it might be better that he doesn’t get a phone call, it clicks in his head. Who needs to be bailed out when you can just escape, duh.

He doesn’t even get to the good part when he sees his brothers, Simeon, Solomon, and Barbatos walk through the door. Turns out Belphie’s sleep talking doesn’t have a filter.

He gets a little upset after this whole ordeal. He didn’t even get to try his escape plan…

ASMODEUS

Honey, he can’t relate. It sucks to suck.

Like Lucifer, he has never been arrested. He’s been close to but whenever that happens he just distracts the police from doing it… wink wink.

He knows and seen how stingy police can be with arresting people so he immediately feels for you. And when you’re telling him why you’re in a jail cell, he immediately starts getting ready to come charm you out of that cell. Then he hears Diavolo’s voice.

On second thought…

He immediately has thoughts on how Lucifer would react if he found out he were some how involved in this. Yeah… no, he rather have skin blemishes for the rest of his life.

No matter how nervous he is, he marches his perky butt up there and goes to get you both.

When he gets there he immediately goes to baby you. Checking for any injuries and makes comments on how you’re wet and such. Then he takes in his surroundings.

You’ve been here for how many hours? Oh no. Honey, look. There’s rust everywhere, unidentifiable liquids on the ground. Ew, is that a dead roach caught in a spiderweb? Why were you sitting on the small bench they had? Do you know how many gross people sit on it too? Don’t even get him started on the smell of this cell. Once the both of you go home, straight to the bath.

He goes to pay the bail but then the guard tells them they can’t leave just yet. He knows it’s time to work his magic.

You owe him. The guard is grimy and smells like he hasn’t showered in months. Not only that they’re very persistent at about their job. Charming them is taking longer than he originally had planned.

And then he realizes that Lord Diavolo does not want to leave. Oh boy.

Explains that Lord Diavolo can go anywhere he wants after this, he doesn’t care. That was until you interrupted him saying neither of you can leave without him. He really starts to stress. Why did this have to happen to him?

Somehow and in someway, the both of you manage to convince the redhead to go home. When you get to the House of Lamentation, he’s pulling you straight to his bathroom.

BEELZEBUB

You made him drop his macaroons… his macaroons. He just got them… :(

He is so confused on how you managed to do all of this in a short amount of time? Then he realizes what you just said and he starts stress eating. Poor baby, you kinda regret calling him because it really stresses him out.

“What do you mean you got into a car crash? Are you okay? Are you sure? Don’t worry I’m coming to get you.”

Then he hears Diavolo’s “take your time” and now he’s really stress eating. Not only does he have to bail you out, he has to bail out Lord Diavolo too? Oh boy, the amount of stress you’ve given him is making him have stomach tremors.

He was thinking about getting the both of you alone. Then he started having thoughts of all the human world food and realizes he wouldn’t be able to go alone without getting distracted. So, he brings Belphie to keep him on track.

His frown grows deeper when he sees the two of you curled into each other in the corner of the cell. He ignores how Belphie’s laughing and taking pictures of you both before walking over to you two.

He didn’t bring any bail money. Like Levi, ignores how the guard is saying that they can’t let the both of you leave. Simply pushes the guard off of him when they try to stop him. He also rips the bars from the ground and throws them aside. C’mon, we’re leaving.

Then Diavolo doesn’t want to leave and that’s where Beel gets upset. He’s hungry, Lord Diavolo. He doesn’t have time to be fooling around. His stomach his about to make earthquakes.

In less than three seconds, he’s now playing tug-a-war with Diavolo. Trying to ignore the empty promises of royal dinners the Prince is throwing at him.

“Lord Diavolo, we’re leaving!” “I will let you have anything you want to eat from the Palace is you let me stay!” “WE ARE LEAVING!”

BELPHEGOR

He knew he should have slept through the phone call.

He was actually wondering where you were. You missed their daily nap session. If he wasn’t too tired, he would have gone looking for you earlier.

When you explain to him what happened there’s two opposing sides to his thought. On one hand he’s like “What do you mean you committed three felonies?” in an amusing way. Lowkey is kinda proud. The most he’s been arrested for is fight with some mom who told him he couldn’t sleep at some park with his pillow.

On the second hand he’s like “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU COMMITTED THREE FELONIES?” He’s stuck on the part on how you could have died in less than 24 hours. He’s more angry at the fact you’re making him worried about you then at the fact he has to go pick you up.

When he went to go get Beel so they could go pick you up, Mammon overheard and started making a whole commotion. You can only guess what happened next when eight demons, a sorcerer, and an angel showed up at the police station.

When he sees not only you behind bars, but Diavolo too, he’s really wishing he slept through your call.

He snaps when the guard tells him he can’t go home with you just yet. Starts picking a fight the guard. It’s a screaming match before it turns into fist fight. He’s not leaving here until he makes a point Lucifer. He’s winning this fight one way or another! You can’t stop him!!

When he hears that Diavolo doesn’t want to leave, he doesn’t care. He drags you out the cell and leaves the Prince there. Lucifer can deal with him. He just wants to go home.

When you guys do finally get to go home, he’s covered in scratches and a couple of bruises. He’s using you as a body pillow tonight whether you like it or not.

DIAVOLO

He’s so happy.

He doesn’t care that he’s committed serious crimes and is now sitting in this jail cell. He also doesn’t really care that it could potentially hurt his reputation as a ruler. He’s so happy he’s got come up here and do things he’s never done before. And he’s most happy that he got to do this with you!

And although it’s mostly his fault, he pretends as if none of it matters and keeps reliving the moments in head. (He’s sorry, truly. But when he gets so excited he just simply forgets about everything else and focuses on what he wants to do. Laws and regulations; out the window. It’s Diavolo time!)

At first you were more than a little upset with him. But then he couldn’t contain himself and started telling you about what happened today as if you weren’t there. The words are coming out his mouth so fast it gets to a point where he gets all tongue tied and he’s barely saying words.

He tells you every single detail all over again and every emotion he felt within that moment and thought he had too. And the more and more he speaks, that anger you felt diminishes. You’re happy that he’s happy and enjoyed himself although this day hadn’t particularly gone to plan.

Even when Barbatos and Lucifer come to pick you both up, he’s smiling through it. Especially when they both are lecturing you, it goes through one ear and out the other. He’s glad he was able to experience this.

Oh and don’t think it’ll stop here. He basically tries to convince you to go with him again.

BARBATOS

Longer sigh…

He warned you.

He told you not to do it and look what happened. He hopes you learned your lesson.

He also knew this was going to happen regardless of his warning. He tried preventing it, really. But no matter what alterations he made to the timeline, you both still ended in a jail cell.

When you told him what chaos the both of you have caused in less than a day, his anxiety spikes. You let Lord Diavolo drive a car? Of course he’s going to tell you he knows how to drive. Just because he tells you doesn’t mean he actually knows MC—

He’s upset with you but at the same time he feels for you too. He knows how his Young Master gets when he’s too excited. There’s nothing stopping him, he’s really the definition of one-track minded.

He tells you to give him a few seconds to gather a few things before hanging up. You thought it was going to take a half hour at most but then Barbatos is walking through the station door three seconds later.

The guard lets the both of you go willingly and with no money. You suspect it’s Barbatos doing and when you ask him about it, he acts as if he knows nothing.

Actually, he covers the entire mess completely by altering time. He can’t have people finding out Lord Diavolo had gotten arrested by human authorities, can he now? Nothing pops up when you search for news reports on the web.

He lets Lucifer deal with your punishment as he deals with Lord Diavolo’s. However, he does lecture you about it the next time he sees you. Oh, and the two of you alone together? Never happening again.

SOLOMON

You don’t get to finish your explanation before he’s laughing in your face.

Mr. Agent of Chaos #2 is so amused by this, he wants to hear exactly how you got yourself in this mess. He’s even more surprised that you allowed yourself to get caught. You have pacts with seven demon lords and you thought to not use any of them?? This is more entertaining than Asmo at a frat house.

WAIT DID HE JUST HEAR LORD DIAVOLO’S VOICE TOO?

He starts laughing even harder. The Demon Prince got arrested too? This is comedy gold. Wait a little while longer, he needs to document it for future references. Quick question: what type of unnatural phenomenon did the two of you create? Describe it to him.

He knows what the police are like but never has had to deal with them himself. He can’t be shady if he hasn’t avoided the police for a decade or so. What? He got tired of paying taxes…

He goes alone. When he sees you and the large demon smiling at you he starts to laugh again. It’s to the point where he’s wheezing and bending over. He wipes tears from his eyes afterwards. This is priceless. Please let him take a selfie with the both of you in the back.

He goes over to magically open the cell until the guard tells him he can’t do that and you guys can’t leave. He looks over at the guard and mumbles a few words in latin. Now the guard’s a duck, great. Nice going, Solomon.

When Diavolo tells him he particularly doesn’t want to go back the Devildom, Solomon doesn’t care. He can do what he wants as long as he can take you back with him. But when you tell him to help you convince the Prince to go back home, he sighs.

He threatens Diavolo about calling Simeon to come get him and the redhead is glaring at him but still walks out the cell. Great! Now everyone can go home!

So about that the phenomenon….

SIMEON

Three words: What the fuck?

How did any of this happen? When did any of this happened? What do you mean it happened today? The day’s barely ended! You got into a car crash? Are you okay?

Voices his concerns, deeply. Makes you feel so guilty about what happened today you start crying while the jail phone is pressed against your ear. Diavolo can only rub your back as he listens to Simeon thoroughly explain to you on why what you did was wrong and that you’re lucky he isn’t Lucifer.

He then hears Diavolo’s “Maybe calling Simeon was a bad idea.” Oh. Now he’s really upset. Doesn’t understand how Lord Diavolo allowed this to happen. You could have died, he’s not ready to see you in the Celestial Realm just yet! He tells you to pass the phone to the Demon Lord and you can’t imagine what Simeon is telling Diavolo that’s making him so pale. It’s your turn to rub his back.

When you get the phone back, Simeon tells you to sit tight and he’s coming to get you.

When he does get there, the frown on his face makes you feel even more guilty than on the phone. You could even Diavolo go stiff beside you.

When the guards tells him that the both of you aren’t allowed to leave, he’s super close on letting the both of you suffer the consequences. Yet, he tries to make the guard more lenient by guilt tripping him too.

When he hears that Diavolo doesn’t want to go back, it doesn’t take much for him to convince the Prince to go back home. All he does is glare at him and the redhead is walking out the cell with nervous chuckles.

When the three of you go back to the Devildom, he makes the both of you explain to Lucifer and Barbatos as to what happened within the last hour and why he had to go and pick you up.

TAGS: (sorry this is really long.. also don’t mind the grammatical errors I wrote this on my phone and actually less than 24 hours)

@beels-burger-babe

@mammonsemptycreditcard

@obeythebutler

@minteyeddevil

#obey me shall we date #obey me! shall we date?#obey me brothers #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me headcanons #otome game #crack headcanons #crack taken seriously #crimes #diavolo please why can’t you just behave?#diavolo and mc adventure number one #a study of firsts: a series

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