#it took a while to figure out her placement and I’m still not sure

[caitiespersonalhell]

Boyfriend who is a boyfriend:

Boyfriend who is a girlfriend:

Girlfriend who is a girlfriend:

Girlfriend who is a boyfriend:

[clangenrising]

Month 8 - Leaffall

Russetfrond carried a pair of birds in his jaws as he strolled beside Goldenstar who led the way back to camp, carrying her own catch, a particularly fat mouse she had snagged last minute. He looked idly over swaying grass, pressing his ears back as they walked against the chilly Leaffall breeze, and let her chatter. It was a familiar old feeling; her talking as if silence was her enemy, him responding here and there. It was nice. 

As they got closer to camp, talk turned to Oddstripe’s litter. 

“I’m still trying to figure out exactly who I want to mentor the kits,” she said. “It’ll be my first apprentice ceremony as leader and I wanna make sure I do it right.” 

“Mm,” he grunted in response.

“Yarrowshade said you knew exactly who you would pick,” she continued, meeting his gaze. “Is that true?” 

“Mhm,” he tried for, hoping she’d leave it at that but knowing she wouldn’t. 

“So, what are they?” she asked predictably. “If you care about the choices I make, you gotta say something, man.” 

He sighed, disliking that he had to make his mouth form actual words again, and then grunted to clear his throat. “Floodkit I’d give to Nightfrost, Sparrow to Pantherhaze, and Barley to Ospreymask.” 

“Huh,” she mused and he twitched an ear indignantly. 

“What d’you mean, ‘huh’? You don’t like my placements?” 

“No, no, I just wouldn’t have picked them myself,” she shrugged. “I feel like Ospreymask is too much of a kitsitter to them to be a good mentor. Y’know, same reason we don’t usually let cats mentor their own kits.” 

“Fair point,” he conceded. 

Her next question surprised him. “Would you like to mentor any of them?”

“Me?” he blinked, tail unfurling upward.

“Yeah, you, fish face,” she rolled her eyes. “You’re a good warrior and you deserve another apprentice.” 

“I know that,” he said, unable to resist a little jab. “I just figured you’d give them to Yarrowshade and Scorch instead.” 

Goldenstar let out a little growl. “Ugh, you’re still on about that? Just because you disagree with some of my choices doesn’t mean I’m just blindly doing whatever they tell me to, y’know.” 

“So who are you planning to give them to?” he asked, sidestepping her comment. 

She sighed in frustration and said, “I don’t know. But you’re at the top of the list. Now do you wanna mentor one of them or not?” 

“I wouldn’t say no,” he shrugged. 

“Any preference?”

He thought it over for a second. “Floodkit I guess. He’s got a lot of passion and ferocity. I think he’d make a great apprentice.” 

“Interesting,” she hummed. “I’ll take it under advisement. Let me know if you change your mind.” 

“I will,” he agreed. 

Shortly after, they arrived back at camp and she left him to head into the Healers’ den. In the dusty center of camp, the kits were playing. Floodkit and Sparrowkit wrestled and chased each other, shouting about borders and territories and such. Barleykit sat at the edge of camp, watching her brothers with a dejected look on her face. Russetfrond decided to see what was troubling her and took one of the birds he had caught, a bright red cardinal, over to where she was sitting. 

“Mind if I join you?” he asked. 

Barleykit squeaked in surprise and nearly jumped to her feet. Recognizing him, she settled down again and said, “um, sure.” 

He sat down next to her and said, “You seem upset. What’s wrong?” 

“Oh,” she blushed, massive ears folding back. “I’m just… thinking.” 

“About what?” he pressed gently as he started to pull the flight feathers from the cardinal. While it was normal to eat a bird feathers and all, he didn’t feel inclined to deal with the larger ones today and there was a methodical kind of pleasure in plucking them. Barleykit shuffled anxiously and looked askance. 

“I’m worried about becoming an apprentice,” she admitted softly. “I don’t think I’ll be very good at it.” 

“No one is good at it at first,” he shrugged, “that's why you have a mentor to teach you.” 

“I guess,” she shuffled again. “I just… I don’t like rough games. I don’t wanna fight anybody. But I don’t care about herbs either. I’m worried I’m just gonna be a scaredy mouse my whole life.” Russetfroned hummed thoughtfully. He wasn’t sure what to tell her. 

“Well,” he said, “being brave isn’t about not being scared. It’s about doing the scary thing anyway.” Barleykit sighed and looked down. It seemed that hadn’t helped to calm her worries at all. He looked down at his paws as he tried to gather his thoughts, and he spotted the scattered feathers. Something about their bright coloring sparked an idea in his mind. 

“Here,” he said, plucking one of them from the ground. “See these feathers?” 

“Yeah,” she said cautiously, eyeing them. 

“These feathers are magic,” he said.

“Really?” Her eyes widened and she looked them over. 

“Yep,” he nodded. “If you wear them on your fur they make you very brave.” 

“Really?” she asked again. “I want some!” 

“I dunno,” he feigned reluctance, “I was going to save them for myself…” 

“Please?” she begged, “Please, please, please? I wanna be brave just like Floodkit!” 

“Well… Okay,” he chuckled. “Here, hold still and I’ll put them in.” Barleykit sat up straight and lifted her head eagerly, posing in what he imagined she thought was a very brave position. He leaned forward and started to place feathers into her fur around her neck and shoulders. 

After he’d placed as many as he cared to, he sat back and said, “There.”

She looked down at them, craning her neck to try and examine his handiwork, and said, “Wow. Do they look alright?” 

“Oh, yeah,” he nodded. “You wear them well.” He leaned down to start eating but she leaped forward and put her paws on his food causing him to frown. 

Before he could complain, she declared, “I wanna do you now!” 

He closed his mouth, biting back on whatever irritation had risen in him. Taking a deep breath he said, “Okay, but put them in my tail okay?” Maybe that way, he reasoned, he could ignore it for the most part and finish his meal.

“Okay,” she said, plucking several feathers and then passing his food back to him. Sighing, he twitched his tail out in front of her and hungrily began to devour the cardinal. Barleykit hummed to herself as she tucked the feathers into his fur and smoothed the fur back down with the utmost care. After she finished, she sat back and looked at him eagerly.

“Do you like it?” she asked.

He gave his tail a roll and glanced over it. “It’s perfect,” he said, “Thank you.” 

“We can wear them together,” she nodded, “and we’ll both be brave.” “Sure,” he chuckled, and went back to eating. She was a sweet girl, he thought, but already his energy for kitsitting was nearly gone. Luckily, she settled down again, laying her head against his tail, and they quietly watched her brothers tumbling across the grass together. She probably isn’t the right apprentice for me, he thought, but I hope Goldenstar picks a good mentor for her.

UPDATES:

- Russetfrond and Barleykit start wearing cardinal feathers on their pelts.

[themultifandomgal]

Hi! Can you write an imagine for Blake Gallo, with the prompt “I tried to move on, but nobody is you”

Blake Gallo- Nobody Is You

Blake and YN had a whirl wind relationship. They met when Blake joined firehouse 51 and immediately they clicked. When YN got injured during a call and was told she could no longer be a firefighter she went a bit crazy. That was her life, now what was she going to do? This took a huge strain on her relationship with Blake and eventually YN broke up with him in fear that one day they would do nothing be argue with each other, and potentially start to hate one another.

Since YN’s accident she’s been trying to find herself again, trying to figure out what job she wanted to do and eventually settled on becoming nurse. Now she was in training, having to do placement at Gaffney Chicago Medical Centre.

YN sighs getting home to her apartment after a long day when she sees someone stood outside her door. Kelly Severide. Her best friend. Frowning wondering why he’s here, YN makes her way over to him

“Kel?”

“YN. You need to speak to Gallo”

“Kel it’s been 4 months since we broke up”

“I know but… he’s not himself. He’s making mistakes, he’s sad all the time. I’m not saying get back with him, but I think you both need to talk to each other”

“I don’t know Kelly. You weren’t there when we split up. You didn’t see his face when I…” YN’s voice trails off as she looks down at her feet

“Please just talk to him for both your sakes” with that Severide leaves YN stood outside her front door with her thoughts.

Over the next few days Severide’s words stick in YN’s head. So much so that she gives in and heads to Blakes apartment. Hesitantly YN knocks on his door. When Blake doesn’t answer right away, YN turns to leave thinking that this was a mistake. Before she could actually leave though, Blake opens his door with a confused expression

“YN? What are you doing here?”

“Erm Kelly said you weren’t doing so good. Told me to talk to you, but i wasn’t sure….”

“If I wanted to see you?”

“Yeah” YN breathes out now looking at Blake

“Do.. do you want to come in?”

“Errrm ok, yeah” YN walks into the apartment that she was once very familiar with. Awkwardly silent they sat down on the couch next to one another “so erm how have you been?”

“Honestly? Not good. I miss you and I still don’t understand why we broke up. I know the accident was hard on you but I don’t understand why we had to brake up”

“I was jealous I guess. Jealous that you got to go to work at the firehouse everyday, while I sat at home recovering from a broken back having to also deal with knowing that I’ll never be able to work as a firefighter again”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” YN just shrugs in response, not really knowing why herself “I wish you had told me”

“And then what? Leave the firehouse because your girlfriend fucked here back?”

“I would have helped you through that. I would have took time off, taken you to therapy sessions, gone to couples therapy with you. I would have done anything for you, but instead you left me and then I find out your sleeping around. That hurt YN”

“I wasn’t… I didn’t…. I went on a couple dates, but I wasn’t sleeping around. I still loved you. Still love you”

“I still love you too. I tried to move on, but nobody is you”

“So what now?” YN asks

“Why don’t we start over. Hi I’m Blake Gallo” Blake holds his hand out for YN to take. YN laughs at Blake’s cute smile taking his hand in hers

“Hi I’m YN YLN” they shake hands laughing before Blake pulls YN in for a hug

“Don’t ever leave me again”

“I won’t”

[third-arch]

What if Law was a ghost and Kanna was a human?

Modern AU!! A pilot/rough draft for a oneshot about my OC falling in love with the ghost of a cold and stoic doctor. Part 1/?

Fluff, wholesome, modern au

Kanna’s POV:

Kanna lives alone in a small and quiet apartment. She’s pretty messy and has a mousy appearance, but her apartment is still clean and fresh.

A few books are scattered around her bed. Papers and maybe a CD or two can be found next to the couch.

She likes it this way. It feels comforting.

But, one day, when she came home, things were moved.

The Revolver CD she had by her bed was back on the shelf between Rubber Road and Sgt. Pepper’s.

The anatomy textbook was sitting on the couch, the pages about opened to diagrams of the liver and the heart.

There was even a plushie that rolled under her bed days ago that was now sitting on the center of her bed.

What the heck x0

She checked with her neighbors and security. Nobody had broken in, and nobody had left besides her.

Her small fluffy hamster, Oreo, started squeaking like nuts as Kanna went to touch the medical book. She could feel goosebumps all over arms.

Something was clearly wrong.

Kanna waves her hands around the cold area.

“Oreooo!!! It’s so cold here!! Woah”

Suddenly, a small breeze blew against her, almost as if the area was saying “Knock it off!”

:0 Did’ja see that??

Kanna looked at Oreo, who was going crazy on the hamster wheel.

She’d seen this before. All the “Ghost Adventures” she’d watched with her dad, laughing about the bad acting and the ridiculous technology,

It was real.

A few hours later, Kanna left and came back with an Ouija board.

She printed out a PDF of what seemed to be decent instructions for the Ouija board and read it over.

“I don’t have any candles, I hope that’s okay with you”

With a pen and paper at her side, she sat the ouija board on her coffee table.

Carefully, she knelt down in front of the table and steadied her hands.

“Uhm, is there anyone you’d like to speak to right now?”

Silence

…

Suddenly,

Woah! The thingy moved!

“Yes”

:0!!

“Who would you like to speak to?”

“Y-O-U”

:0000!!!!

“Woah, do you think you could tell me your name?”

“L-A-W”

A police officer? Or is that his actual name?

“Hey Law, are you a good spirit?”

No response.

“Were you the one who was moving my stuff?”

“Yes”

After some time, Kanna managed to figure out that Law likes medicine. She’s not sure how, but he does. He also likes The Beatles, since he got the album placement right. (It took her a couple of hours to realize this)

He’s also 26.

I wonder how he, hm…

“Your name is so pretty, but I’ll leave you alone for now. You seem like a good spirit, but I’ll give us some quiet time, okay? You can read my medical book and stuff. Goodbye, Law.”

Kanna smiled warmly and sat back.

“Ahh it’s so cold…”

Kanna takes the blanket on her couch and wraps herself up.

Law’s POV:

Law looked at the strange, mousy girl with a narrowed gaze.

He gently knelt down in front of her, inspecting her face.

He frowned and continued to watch over her as she slept.

“What a strange girl. Kanna-ya, huh?” He said to himself.

His attention turned to the paper on the coffee table.

Some of the things he had told her were scribbled on the paper.

He looked at it for a moment and turned his attention back to Kanna.

While she slept, he slowly and carefully used all the energy he had in him to write a simple message on the paper,

“I’m still here, always.

-Law”

End of Part 1/?

This is just a draft! I might turn it into something, but for now, this entire series might be shortened drafts. I think it would be fun :)) just something to get my brain going.

[missjanjie]

High Stakes | Crystal x Denali

Title: High Stakes Summary: Denali is caught up in her pre-competition training, where the stakes are as high as ever. Crystal works at the skating rink and is fairly certain Denali is the one that needs to be as high as ever. (this is a commission for @thecollectionsof ) Word Count: 1103 Relationship(s): Crystal Methyd/Denali Foxx Rating: T

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Denali caught her breath as she came to a halt. “Fuck, that’s not a first place landing, that’s third at best,” she muttered, then looked around and saw everyone start to file off the ice and realized the zamboni was about to do its round, so she promptly made her way out as well. She sat down on the bench and decided she had earned a break and took her skates off, sighing in relief at the release of pressure. “Fuck…” she exhaled, then, upon getting a look of disapproval from a nearby mother with two small children, offered a quiet ‘sorry’ before getting up and moving to the concession stand.

“You know, I think you were here before I was even awake,” Crystal remarked as she rang up Denali’s order. “You renting space in the back office or something?”

“Honestly, it’d be a pretty convenient living arrangement, at least for the time being,” she mused as she paid for her meal. “I have a qualifying competition for the national figure skating championship in two days. Gotta milk out every bit of practice while I still can.”

Crystal looked at her skeptically. “Well, good luck, but I don’t think over-exerting yourself is gonna get you the results you’re hoping for,” she told her, adding, “but I barely passed gym in high school, so, what do I know, right?”

“Right,” she laughed softly and shook her head as she took her tray and found a spot to sit and eat. Sure, she knew deep down that she was being too hard on herself – even her coach said she should spend the last couple of days resting up before the competition. But she couldn’t help herself, it wasn’t her. She needed to know she was doing everything in her physical capacity to ensure her placement in nationals.

In less than an hour, Denali was back on the ice, where she remained until the zamboni came through again, then got in a bit more practice before the rink was set to close for the night. She showered off in the locker room and left the rink in a clean set of clothes.

“Were you seriously in there for all ten hours?” Crystal asked from her spot, leaning against the side of the building. “I’m starting to think you’re part robot. Or, like, a vampire or something.”

“I don’t think I would need to practice so much if I was,” she retorted, then looked the other girl over. She appeared to be close to her age, maybe a couple years younger, so she asked, “you go to college around here?”

“Art school,” she nodded. “You know, racking up debts I’ll never pay off because I’ll probably be doing this for another ten years before they promote me to manager out of pity. Typical, right?”

Denali leaned against the wall with her, setting her bag at her feet. “With that attitude, maybe,” she teased, then noticed an unlit joint in Crystal’s hand. “You lighting that up now? I could really go for a hit.”

Crystal laughed. “Right outside of my job? C’mon, give me some credit. This is just where I buy my weed. Too bad you didn’t finish your impromptu bootcamp training ten minutes earlier, she could’ve hooked you up. But you look like you really need it, so, if you give me a ride, I’ll share with you,” she offered.

She perked up and nodded enthusiastically. “Oh my god, yeah, totally,” she took her by the wrist and weaved her through the parking lot until she stopped at a light blue Mini Cooper littered with various stickers – mostly ice skating and pride ones, Crystal noticed. “Lemme just toss this shit in the back,” she said and put her duffel bag in the backseat and got into the front, driving the two of them to Crystal’s apartment.

“My roommate and her band have a gig tonight, so I don’t have to share with her,” Crystal remarked as they got up to her bedroom. She cracked a window and picked a tye-dye patterned lighter up, taking a drag with a content sigh before passing it to Denali.

During her off season, Denali would definitely admit to being a stoner. But during competition season, she would try to cut back as much as possible, even though it was when her stress and anxiety were at their highest. “God, my coach would be making so much fun of me if she knew I was getting high after practice.”

“She wouldn’t be mad?”

“Nah,” she shook her head, taking another hit before passing it back to Crystal. “She says I’m the most dedicated skater she’s ever had but, like, to a fault and that I’m ‘chasing unattainable perfection’ and shit.”

Crystal nodded as she listened and smoked. “Okay, let me guess – your parents hate that you’re gay, so you overcompensate by being this superstar athlete so they’ll overlook the fact that your existence doesn’t live up to their ideal.”

Denali blinked in surprise. “What gave it away?”

“Takes one to know one,” Crystal shrugged, “except instead of sports, I tried to show them that I could make a career with art. Y’know, winning competitions, getting scholarships. But you never stop being the weird, gay, stoner artist. That’s why you gotta start living for yourself. Do you even like skating?”

“What? Yeah, I’ve loved it since I was four. But… I guess you have a point, making myself crazy has made everything a lot less fun. Sometimes I forget there’s more to skating than just collecting medals.”

Crystal beamed proudly. “Oh, I love a good weed-velation,” she hummed, then clarified with, “a revelation you get when you’re high. It’s so much more satisfying. Like sex! High sex is amazing.”

Denali tilted her head. “Are you propositioning me?” She wasn’t going to act like she hadn’t thought about it, but even as bold as she was with girls, she was taken back by the comment.

“No! I mean, unless you’re interested. In which case, please don’t be bothered by the fact that I haven’t changed my sheets in, like, two weeks.”

“First of all, gross,” she crinkled her nose, then shrugged it off. “Not a dealbreaker, though. I’ve had sex in far more questionable locations. Don’t ask.” She took another hit from the joint and motioned Crystal closer, waiting until she was close enough to pull her into a kiss and exhaling the smoke into her mouth.

Crystal felt breathless and pleasantly lightheaded when the kiss ended, a smile spreading ear to ear. “Fuck, I should’ve said something to you a lot sooner.”

[milkywaygg]

FOP- Lost Child Ch. 5

Gonna update the story on fanfiction in the morning. I’ve just gotten back from a football game and I’m a bit too sleepy right now to care lol. Here’s the next chapter though. While Darren finished up in the shower, Linnie had gotten around to wiping down the dinner table one last time before Cosmo had arrived, checking on the potatoes and chicken that were being cooked on the stove and oven respectively. After finishing the cleaning, he poofed out a green table cloth and set the table, putting a plate, fork, and knife at each placement, alongside a glass for everyone to have a drink.

“Julie, what would you like to drink, sweetie?” Linnie asked, smiling kindly, “Did you like the apple juice you had this morning?”

“Uhm, yes please.”, Julie said quietly, as Linnie got out a plastic cup for the kids, pouring apple juice into Julie’s, setting it down on one of the open seats. Not too much longer after, Darren had gotten out of the shower, sporting a black t-shirt and light blue jeans, headed to the fridge for a beer.

“Uhm, Darren, maybe you could hold off on the drinking tonight?”, Linnie asked, “Cosmo’s bringing the kids over and I don’t think we should be drinking around any children to keep them safe.”

“Why? It’s just a beer.”, Darren shrugged, before Linnie gave a pleading look, forcing him to roll his eyes and put it back, “God, fine.”

“It’ll only be for tonight dear, and after they’re gone, you can have one if you want….I guess. Just not around Cassia and Poof.”, Linnie lectured before hearing the door knock, “I think he’s here. Just try to be polite.”

Darren couldn’t help but feel somewhat nervous as Linnie began walking to door. Ever since his arrest 10,000 years ago, Darren wasn’t sure if there was much else he could say. I’m sorry for stealing? I’m sorry for letting our family down? On top of it all, Darren was pleading mentally to himself that Cosmo didn’t bring Wanda. He watched solemnly as Linnie finally answered the door, sighing in relief as he didn’t see a sign of pink anywhere, other than Cassia’s star headband.

“Hi sweetie, I’m glad you could make it after all.”, Linnie hugged Cosmo, “No Wanda?”

“Nope. She’s still working. I swear, one of these days I’m going to call her dad and ask her what gives, and why he can’t get one of his little goons to do the job.”, Cosmo smirked, nudging the kids and himself inside, clutching a black, paper bag in his right hand, and the Star Liquor logo written elegantly in white cursive. Upon seeing the bag, Linnie frowned disappointedly.

“Oh dear, Cosmo. I really wish you wouldn’t have brought that-”, Linnie jumped, Cosmo’s harsh tone barking suddenly.

“Hey, you didn’t say a damn thing about no alcohol and you know I get withdrawal symptoms easily, so I don’t want to hear jack shit!” Cosmo screamed suddenly, shoving himself into the house past Linnie, putting the bottle on the table and cracking it open, pouring the wine into one of the open glasses.

‘Oh..uhm…I-I’m sorry dear, I didn’t mean to..It’s just you know how I feel about alcohol and I just thought it would be nice to have an alcohol-free dinner, especially with the kids...…oh…”, Linnie muttered, Julie shaking in her seat as she watched Cosmo take his seat, while Linnie desperately tried to find a way to change the conversation. Frowning deeply, Darren took a seat on one of the ends of the table, catching Cosmo by surprise.

“Damn, someone’s in a shity mood.”, Darren commented, Linnie scolding him for his language in the background, “What’s wrong. Cat got your tongue?”

“Uh…I-I just didn’t expect you here. When did you get out, and what are you doing here? Don’t you have your own apartment to go to?”, Cosmo asked.

“About a few months ago, and no, I got evicted since I wasn’t paying my rent, not that it’s any of your business.”, Darren snarked. Cosmo rolled his eyes.

“Go figure.”, he said, looking towards his kids, “Cassia, Poof, this is your Uncle Darren, my older brother. Darren, Cassia, Poof.”

“Uh hey kids.”, Darren waved awkwardly, looking towards Julie, “Uh..this is Julie. This is the kid we found on the streets and are trying to find her parents. Think she’s about your age, Poof. 5,000?”

“Her hair’s so pretty!”, Poof cheering, catching Julie’s attention. Instead of thanking him however, she blushed shyly and smiled, Cosmo’s eyes rolling and looking at Julie.

“You know, you could say thank you. That’s what you do when someone compliments you. It’s not hard.”, Cosmo snapped, “Alongside, washing your hair.”

“Alright Cosmo, let’s not talk to her like that please.”, Linnie said gently, “She’s going through a lot right now, and I invited you and your family over to discuss the situation with her, in case we need your help with anything.”

“Uh…Dad? Meet me in the hallway real fast?”, Darren asked, surprised by Cosmo’s recent behavior. Linnie nodded and followed him, making sure the two of them were unheard, “Uh..did something happen to Cosmo or something? What the hell’s his problem?”

“Well..”, Linnie sighed sadly, trying to shake it off and lower his voice, “He’s been going through a tough time with his marriage, and recently, he’s had a miscarriage. Everything’s just been going downhill for him ever since. He’s a lot snippier than a few years back, and his patience for things has just been withering.”

“Yeah, because last time, I don’t remember having an entitled piece of shit for a brother.”, Darren snarled, ignoring Linnie’s plea to stop cussing, “I’m not wrong though! He shouldn’t have yelled at you like that and you should have told him off.”

“I know dear, but honestly, I’m a little more concerned about the Julie situation at the moment. Don’t worry, I do plan on talking to Cosmo about his behavior this evening, but we really need to figure this Julie situation out right now. In the meantime, just try to bare with me, ok?”

Without much choice, Darren nodded as the two made their way back towards the kitchen, clearing their plates and taking their glasses into the living room, Cosmo carrying the wine bottle to the coffee table, much to Linnie’s discomfort. After dinner, Poof and Cassia ran towards Cosmo, with Julie not too far behind them. 

“Daddy? Daddy, can we and Julie play after dinner?”, Poof asked, his eyes sparkling with excitement. 

“I guess so. Just don’t be too loud. The adults and I have something to discuss.”, Cosmo said, offering the bottle of wine to Darren and Linnie. Linnie shook his head while Darren helped himself, nearly pouring the wine out of the glass. The dinner was silent and awkward, with Darren and Cosmo casting silent looks at each other, while Linnie looked nervous the entire time. It wasn’t until the children were sent off to play with some of the toys Linnie had provided, that the talk started, Cosmo pouring himself and Darren more wine. 

“So, what is this about? What’s with that girl, and why was she so rude when Poof complimented her earlier?”, Cosmo demanded, “You know he’s just about the nicest boy there is, so I want to make sure he gets the respect he deserves. Seems like this Julie girl needs to be taught some manners.”

“Cosmo, I really wish you wouldn’t be so hard on her.”, Linnie sighed, “Darren found her actually. He had a job interview and found her on his way home, cold, and hungry. We don’t know where the people that left her there are, she barely has any clothes that fit or are clean, and to top if off, there’s a bunch of scars on her legs and arms.”

“And none of those are self-inflicted?”

“Cosmo, come on. She’s a little kid. I seriously doubt she’d do something like that.”, Darren commented, “She has been very skittish around her though. Just the other day, she pissed all over the carpet when she needed the bathroom.”

“Seriously?”, Cosmo snarled, “I mean, I get that she’s scared right now. I would be too, but it’s not hard to go to the bathroom.”

“Darren, we don’t need to keep bringing that up, please.”, Linnie sighed, feeling as his words were going in one ear and out the other, “Anyways, I’ve just been so worried and stressed out about her, and I don’t think she has a home that’s taking care of her right now.”

“Right, and what’s that got to do with me?” Cosmo asked, sipping the wine, “I’m not looking to adopt. I wanted my own child, and plus, I don’t need another child for Wanda to ignore and act like they don’t exist.”

“Yes no, we’re not offering her. After all, we still need to figure out where she came from.”, Linnie stuttered, “I was just wondering if maybe we could have you help out when we need it. Maybe if Darren and I aren’t home, you could watch her for a little while, and I’m sure Cassia and Poof would like another playmate.”

“Maybe. I guess I could talk to Wanda about it if she ever gets her ass home, hic.”, Cosmo hiccuped, the wine really kicking in his system, “Tell you what though, she better learn some manners before then. At the very least please and thank you.”

“We’ll work on that.”, Linnie said quietly, before hearing a phone ring, coming from Cosmo’s pants pocket.

“Hang on.”, Cosmo said, headed towards the hallway, picking up his phone, “Hello? I’m at Dad’s, Wanda. Yes, the kids are with me too. No, you didn’t communicate that with me! Why do you only ever call me or talk to me when you need shit huh? Why don’t you ever call me to check on me and the kids? You think you’re too good for a family now, huh? Fine, see you later. Don’t bother picking me up.”

“Uhm..”, Linnie said softly, “So given the circumstances, I”m guessing you need to stay the night dear?”

“Well duh. I’ve been drinking, hadn’t I? Obviously I can’t go nowhere.”, Cosmo said sarcastically, “Do you have any more spare mattresses?”

“Well…no. I-I think if you want to take one of the couches, I can take the other, and then Cassia, Julie, and Poof can all sleep on my bed in the master room and Darren just sleep in his room, and we can take you home in the morning before I head to work.”

“Can’t I just take the bed and the kids take the couch? They’re smaller.”, Cosmo complained, getting Darren angry.

“Goddamn, just do what dad says already and quit acting like such an asshat. This isn’t your fucking house!”, Darren screamed, Linnie rubbing his temples, and feeling his heart pounding from all the stress he had been experiencing.

“You know what?”, he yelled suddenly, standing up, “Darren, watch the kids for a few minutes and you two figure it out. I don’t care right now. I-I..I think I'm going on a walk.”

[simonsrosebud]

@queenofcrazy27 Some high school Jack Young excerpts!!

(AFTER MOVING INTO TEMPORARY FOSTER CARE)

Jack stayed home while Ryan and Lindsay took the twins and Drew to the park. The thought of talking with them while the kids weren’t around was exhausting, he’d been avoiding having to do so for the past two weeks.

Instead, he put earbuds in and grabbed his stick. Ryan had a lacrosse rebounder in the backyard from when Katie used to play, though Jack didn’t think he mentioned her playing in college. Why waste the money on something so big?

And why choose lacrosse over exy?

With his music blasting it was impossible to hear a car pull into the driveway, or someone shouting Anyone home? through the front door.

If he’d turn away from the rebounder he’d see a tall brunette watching through the kitchen window. She slid the back door open and leaned against the door frame.

When Katie was told that her parents had gotten a foster placement, she assumed it would be a kid. Singular, and under the age of eight. She wasn’t expecting three kids to drop in. And she surely didn’t think she’d ever share a wall with a seventeen year old boy.

Jack slammed his ball into the rebounder until he lost control of it, and threw his stick down as he turned. He wanted to go home. Where there was no rebounder, no father figure in the household, and no social worker invading his life and personal space. He didn’t want to say that he regretted his decisions, but that was before he was basically forced to do it. How was he supposed to know how his mother was doing without being there? He didn’t trust other people to help her get better.

Jack jumped at the movement in the corner of his eye. He ripped his ear buds out. “Who are you?”

She stood a little straighter but didn’t uncross her arms. “Katie. I’m Ryan and Lindsay’s daughter.” They’d told Jack and his siblings about their daughter, but he thought she wasn’t coming home until the winter. “Who are you?”

“Jack,” he said. Jack picked up his stick and put his ear buds back in, and scooped up another ball. He lodged it at the rebounder and jumped to catch it, then spun from the force of it and shot the ball again. He caught it and let it drop to the ground. Before he could pick up another he just barely heard Katie speak.

He took one ear bud out. “What?”

She raised her eyebrows. “You play at school?” He pursed his lips and nodded. “Cool. Wanna order food? I’m hungry.”

Jack glanced between her and the rebounder. “Is that allowed?”

She turned back to him where she had a hand on the door handle. “Is what allowed?”

Katie frowned to herself on the way inside. “Ordering food? Yeah?”

Jack sighed and followed her inside.

For the week that Katie was home, she made it her mission to befriend Jack. She didn’t have much else to do.

Jack didn’t take a liking to her until the third day she was home. He couldn’t sleep in the too quiet house in his too nice room. He wanted his bed at home.

So he tried sneaking out. And as quiet as he was, Jack still got caught.

Katie was in the kitchen on her laptop as he snuck down the stairs, and stood when he headed for the door. “What are you doing?”

Jack jumped and froze with his hand on the handle. He thought about it for a second, and decided he didn’t care to lie. “Going home for the night.”

She walked slowly towards him. “I’m guessing you’re not allowed to do that if you’re sneaking out… Poorly, might I add.”

He scoffed. “Whatever.” He yanked the door open and left.

Katie went after him. “Jack, it’ll take you forever like that!” She stood in front of him and held onto his bike handles before he could climb on.

“Move.”

“No. You’re gonna get yourself hurt.”

“Leave me alone.”

“No,” she grunted as he tried moving out of her way. “You’re gonna get in trouble, you’re gonna get your mom in trouble!”

He stopped at that and leveled her with a stare. “You don’t know anything about me.”

“Yes I do. Hello, who do you think their first foster kid was?”

Jack froze, surprised and suddenly more interested in what she was saying. “What?”

“I was only a baby, and got adopted a year later, but my birth mom killed herself when I was a baby and my dad just couldn’t provide for us, so he did some illegal stuff that got him locked up instead. He gave up his parental rights so I could have a normal life. It’s what your mom’s doing in a way, letting you guys stay here and be normal until she can get back on track.” She dropped her arms. Please don’t run.

Jack pulled his lips to a thin line. As inspiring as some may have thought, he wasn’t moved by her speech. He swung a leg over his bike and let it fall to the ground. He took a step towards the house, then swiveled around and pointed a finger at her. “We are not the same- You don’t know shit about me and my family. Don’t pretend that you do,” he said, and stomped back into the house- this time with no attempt at being silent.

(MOVING BACK HOME)

Jack was excited to move back home, but when they did he had a few realizations. The first, was that he felt like he was babysitting his mother, which she did not like. She was stable and steady, but he’d spent too long playing grown up that he didn’t trust her anymore. As much as he wanted to have faith in her, he kept thinking ‘what if’?

He kept worrying she’d forget to pick the kids up at school. Every time he saw her sitting on the couch his mind went right to the worry that she was depressed again, or that she’d lost motivation. When he was at Exy he wondered what was for dinner and then wondered if she made something- if she even remembered that Tristan was allergic to bananas. For the first few weeks he double checked that his siblings had snacks in their bags for school.

Secondly, he hated their house.

It wasn’t any different than when he left, only a little more cluttered. What was different was that he suddenly couldn’t stand his mother coming in and out of his room to use the washing machine. He wasn’t used to the creak of the floors upstairs anymore, nevermind the laundry, and hated that he barely had any privacy. He missed the roof outside his window at Ryan and Lindsay’s, and having Katie next door when she was home for breaks. He missed being able to lock the door during the day when he was in a mood and the big backyard with the rebounder, and that Ryan was good at math and helped him with his work.

He missed not worrying about his siblings schedules and if they had everything they needed. Their car was left with his mother, since it was in her name, but Jack missed knowing he’d have a ride home from his Exy games because Ryan went to every one.

He wanted so badly to be normal. To have a normal family again and a father figure who cared, a mother figure who never had him worrying. He didn’t even realize how much he did worry about stuff until CPS forced him into Ryan and Lindsay’s home in the first place.

The third realization he had was that his relationship with his mother was practically ruined.

The love was there. The care was there. But Jack caught himself being irritated and annoyed with her more than he cared to admit. She was awkward around him because she was trying to make things up, or he was awkward around her because they both knew he was the one who called CPS. And on top of it all, after having a period of normalcy a part of him hated her and his father for robbing him of that, despite knowing that it wasn’t her fault she had a mental disorder. Just like it wasn’t either of their faults that his dad was a dick.

It didn’t take him long to recognize this, but when he did he hid out in his room for the most part. It took him two weeks of being home to take a different route home from Exy practice.

Lindsay opened the door with surprise and took a step outside to hug the sweaty athlete. “How are you, sweetheart?” She pulled away with her hands on his shoulders. “How's being home?”

He caught himself smiling, but not because of her questions. It just felt normal, being there. He hated himself for preferring it.

“It’s alright. Kinda weird.”

She nodded and opened the door wider to follow him inside. “Can’t imagine. Does your mom like her job?”

He followed her into the kitchen where she was prepping dinner. “Did you have foster kids before us?”

She turned. She wasn’t quite frowning, but there was a pull between her eyebrows. “One other before you guys. Why?”

Something about the way Jack stood in her kitchen made her guide him to sit at the table. She sat across from him. “Jack,” she said softly. “What’s going on?”

“It’s nothing bad, it’s just…” He put his face in his hands and huffed. “I fucked up everything, it feels so weird living there, now.”

“Why, honey?” She moved to sit beside him instead and put a hand on his back. “Jackson, look at me.” It took him a second, but he eventually pulled his head up and looked at her. “You did nothing wrong. You kept your siblings safe, and as a result your mom got healthy again. What feels weird about living there?”

He shrugged, shaking his head. “I don’t… It was just easier here. I feel like I’m always worrying if she’s gonna fuck up again or go down the rabbit hole. I love her, but just being around her knowing she fucked up so bad makes me… like… angry, or something.”

She hummed. “Is your therapist still covered by insurance?” He nodded. “Will you start going again, then?” He opened his mouth to argue. “I know, but these are things she can answer and help you with. I’m not gonna tell you this whole back and forth transition is easy, it’ll probably suck for a bit, but you have people at your back. Me and Ryan are always close by, too. Don’t think just ‘cause you don’t live here anymore means we don’t care about you guys. I love you like my own, no matter how much you absolutely reek.”

Jack laughed a little and jostled her shoulder with a hey.

“Use us, please, Jack. Mom needs babysitters, someone needs a ride somewhere, or you just wanna come over and hang, whatever.” She gave hum a pointed look. “Okay?”

Feeling better, his lips quirked up. “Kay,” he mumbled. He watched her stand and let her shake his head and kiss the top of it. “Are you staying for dinner?”

“What is it?”

“Chicken kabobs, mashed potatoes and corn.”

“Do I still have to set the table if I technically don’t live here?” Lindsay laughed. “I’m technically a guest.”

“Uh, yeah, no. Go shower first, I’ll even leave the table empty just for you.”

He nearly hopped over the bannister jogging up the stairs, and took them two at a time until he reached the top. Katie’s door was cracked open, so it was easy for him to shove his way inside and jump on her bed, jolting her phone from her hand. “Ew! Get the fuck off, you smell like death!”

Jack rolled on top of her, to which she screamed under her blanket and faked gagging noises. He sat up after enough torture and stood. “Miss me? When do you go to school?”

Katie glared at him. “Two weeks. It boggles my mind how early you guys start Exy.”

“Just summer sessions. Tryouts are next week, then we’ll start scrimmages and stuff for real.”

She hummed. “Have you heard from any schools yet?” Jack’s smile faltered just enough for her to notice. “We’ll figure it out.” She shot him the least pitying smile she could manage and watched him walk down the hall to the bathroom.

The next time Katie asked about college scouts and Exy recruiters, it was when she was home for winter break. Except then it wasn’t because she had faith in these big fancy schools, but because she was waiting desperately for a call from David Wymack. Not to her, but to Jack.

David Wymack was the coach of the Palmetto State University Foxes, a Class 1 Exy team that hadn’t deserved the title until this year. Dead last every season since they were formed because the coach recruited athletes who had no chance of going anywhere else. It wasn’t the fate she necessarily saw for Jack, but considering the schools that had come to watch him pulled out because he needed a full ride they couldn’t offer.

With Kevin Day and this new Neil Josten on the line, though, the Foxes had been the talk of the Exy world all season. Katie didn’t know enough about Exy and couldn’t follow a game other than if the ball was going in the right way, but she knew this much: Kevin Day was the best of the Exy world, Jack had the background to qualify as one of these Foxes, and David Wymack was looking for strikers.

[firstdivisiongirl]

Hii dear. How’s your day? 🌷

Can I please request a matchup for my perfect match? If request is still opened and you're comfortable ofc.

I am a girl, she/her pronoun, and I’m fine with both male and female characters. I'm around 5'3, with black hair, fair skin and dark brown eyes.

I have Cancer sun, Pisces moon and rising, and hella water placements in my birth chart. And you know what they say about water signs. Basically I'm a dreamy crybaby with the social battery of an Iphone 4.

I tend to be playful and polite, but my trust issuse has trust issues and it'll take a while, okay a long while, til I can open up the slightest. Then I'd turn into my usual impulsive, talkative, passionate mess with the weirdest ideas in mind and a concerning sense of humor. I have an eye for beauty, and the other for literally everything around me (Detail-oriented at its finest, I love to perceive and analyze people). I loveee arts in general, but especially literature, enough to go to college for it.

I'm kind off the therapist friend, solving my loved ones's problems and giving out advices I'd never follow. My love language is being your no.1 supporter. I can take the smallest details about you to heart and go through hell with you. Also asking you the most random and hypothetical question. Also roast you tho.

Thank you soo muchhh dear and I hope you have a lovely day.💕✨🌷🙆🏻‍♀️ Stay safe.🌺

Hi. My day is great!!! This one took me a while to figure out. I had a few ideas, but didn’t know which to choose. I finally picked the one I thought would be the best. Hope you enjoy!

You got…

Vice Admiral Smoker!!!

I know what you’re thinking. This makes no sense. But hear me out.

He’s super loyal, so if you’re having issues with trusting him, he’ll show you that he will always be loyal and trustworthy.

I feel like you two would bring out the best in each other. And balance each other out. They say opposites attract.

You both are detail oriented, so dates would be perfect!

He’d love to share things about work with you because you’d help him see things from a different prospective and solve his issues.

I think he’d open up to you because he knows that you love him. You’ve shown him you’re sensitive side and are always there for him. So he’d do the same for you.

Girl, get ready for a lot of therapy because he sure does need it.

Hope you like it! 💙🤍

[victorluvsalice]

It’s the second Thursday before Valicertine’s Day, and in preparation, here is my second OT3 Ship Meme for Valicer, from @riessene! And as before, anything that I feel needs some explanation is going under the “read more” --

Nicknames: Okay, this one was a bit difficult, largely because I don’t really picture them USING nicknames or pet names all that often. Mostly because I’m not really good at them myself -- I will use nicknames that those I know already have established, but I don’t really come up with them on my own. Fortunately, after some thought, I remembered that I’d had them use nicknames in one of my previous “Not-Incorrect Quotes” compilations here (the “Occasionally Saucy Edition”). So that gave me “darling” for Alice to Victor (also used in the one fanfic snippet I’ve posted); “love” for Victor to Alice; “bestie” for Smiler to Alice; and “goofball” for Alice to Smiler. That did still leave me with Smiler to Victor and Victor to Smiler, though. . . I eventually settled on “sweetheart” for the former and “honey” for the latter, as they were the best “pet names” I could come up with that sounded right. *shrug* They’re not used often, but they’re there now if I need them!

The Graphs:

“How It Happens” was pretty easy -- none of these three expected to get into a romantic relationship with the others. XD Yeah, okay, Victor and Alice were established when they met Smiler, but even they didn’t realize they were going to become boyfriend and girlfriend when they first met. XD And it wasn’t love at first sight for anybody either -- Alice took the longest to fall in love/realize her feelings, then Victor, then Smiler. Though admittedly that’s partially because Smiler had the least amount of time between meeting them and The Big Revelation thanks to Victor’s hypnosis session. :p

“Misadventures” took a little bit more thought -- I was only too happy to put Smiler in the “gets them into trouble/joins the trouble” quadrant, as they are a bit chaotic, but I wasn’t sure exactly where Victor and Alice should go. I eventually put Alice in “gets them out of trouble/joins the trouble” (as her tendency to use Wonderland to fix her problems felt like it fit that general vibe), and Victor in “gets them into trouble/avoids trouble” (as, well, he was TRYING to avoid trouble when he woke up Emily in the movie, sooo...). I think that works, especially when paired with the “OT3 Roles” post I reblogged a while back.

“Handling Conflict” was reasonably easy -- none of them try to start arguments, and I figured Smiler was the most laid-back of the trio. They try not to let stuff bother them! I felt like Victor would be the quickest to forgive, though (he doesn’t like being mad or having them mad at him), while Alice is the most prickly (blame having the Queen of Hearts in her head) and needs the most time to forgive (which isn’t SUPER long, but she needs longer than either Victor or Smiler).

“Relationship Attitude” was back to pretty easy -- I started out by copying Victor and Alice’s placements in a similar graph from an older ship meme I did for Victor and Alice, then slapping Smiler in the same “very dedicated” position firmly on the PDA side. XD Though I did actually end up swapping Alice and Victor’s sides after a moment’s thought -- though I put that Victor might be the one more willing to be open with affection in front of strangers on that original meme, I now feel that it’s the other way around, with Alice being a little more open and Victor a little more reserved. At least for the Modern AU verse I’m basing this on! There is always some variance depending on the verse!

Checkboxes: Some of these are the same as those from last week and thus need no explanation -- for the others:

Budgets -- Victor is good at keeping and going over ledgers and stuff (it’s a skill William taught him in preparation for taking over the cannery empire), but due to growing up rich, he himself will admit that he’s got a bit of a skewed idea about what “expensive” means. Alice, who has experienced both wealth and poverty, knows a lot more about the value of a pound/dollar/what have you, so I feel like she actually MAKES the budget and has Victor help record everything and double-check the math.

Makes Decisions -- Alice and Smiler are more prone to making the decisions as they’re more prone to just taking the initiative -- Victor is a bit of a waffler sometimes, and he’s kind of used to just having to go along with whatever his mother says, so. . .he gets better about it as time goes on, but they remain the primary decision-makers in the trio.

Plans Dates -- On the other hand, Victor and Smiler are the more romantic pair of the trio, so I figure they take the lead on date nights and suchlike. Alice is happy to just lie on the couch with them reading books, frankly. (Which, they are too, but Victor likes to treat his beloveds, and Smiler just likes to get them out of the house. XD)

Cleans -- Well, I’ve established now that Smiler is the messiest one. XD They will assist if asked, but it’s not really their top priority.

The Best Caregiver -- I’d already established Alice as better at taking care of Victor when he’s sick in a previous Valice meme; I figured Smiler, with their emphasis on maximizing happiness, would also be pretty good at it. They just want to see you smile, even if you’ve got a runny nose at the time. (I think when they’re sick, they alternate between putting on a brave face and whining depending on how bad they’re feeling. XD)

Does Most Of The Speaking -- Smiler. Hands down. XD They are The Extrovert of the bunch and will happily handle that for their bestie and their sweetie.

Sensitive To Subtle Changes -- I went with Smiler for this too, as I imagine it ties into wanting to make sure Victor and Alice are happy -- they’re a lot more tuned-in to signs of unhappiness or weirdness. I’m sure Victor and Alice would notice changes, but it might take a bit longer -- both CAN be a little bit oblivious sometimes. :P

Hogs The Blanket -- Victor. He’s the one who is always cold and will steal blankets and covers if given half a chance. (Perhaps THIS is why he’s generally middle spoon when they sleep together -- it means he can’t do this as much!)

Ticklish -- Victor canonically, but I bet Smiler is too. Not as much as Victor, though. XD

Good Kisser -- Okay, I don’t think ANY of them are bad, but I put Smiler here on the basis of they’re the most experienced. While Victor was Alice’s first romantic outing, and Alice Victor’s third, Smiler had a lot more casual dates and short relationships in high school and the beginning of college. They’ve had a chance to practice!

Irresponsible One -- Sorry, Smiler, but I keep assigning you the role of “Chaotic Cryptid,” so I kind of had to put you here. XD They’re not HORRIBLE, but they will prioritize fun over homework and chores unless prodded.

Where They Are On The Meters: Again, fair amount of overlap with the last meme, so we’ll stick to the newer ones that aren’t immediately obvious:

Doesn’t Use Pet Names/Loves Pet Names -- as indicated by my trouble coming up with them, none of them use pet names THAT much, but I feel like Smiler is the one to most often use them, with Alice the least. Probably because Smiler’s friend group goes almost exclusively by nicknames (except for Rita, because -- coaster is named Rita).

Screams About Bugs/Squashes Bugs -- Smiler and Victor went in the middle here because they don’t SCREAM -- as per the previous meme, they’re more likely to let the bug out. (Well, Victor is; it depends on the bug with Smiler!)

Drives The Car/Can’t Drive -- Similarly, Alice gets moved all the way over to “can’t drive” on this one after being closer to “Responsible Driver” on the last one because "Can’t Drive” can be interpreted as a simple statement of fact. And Alice, well, can’t really drive because she suffers auditory and visual hallucinations and doesn’t want to put anyone in danger. (Which also makes her responsible!)

Slow Build Up/Pounces -- I spaced them out like this because, yes, it takes a little while each time for them to realize they’re in love -- but I had to put Smiler closer to “Pounces” just for the image of them glomping Victor and Alice. XD They so totally would!

Compassion/Tough Love -- Alice is a bit “tough love”-y just because that’s how Wonderland treats her -- sometimes you gotta just push through the pain to get at the good stuff behind it. She still has plenty of compassion, though.

Direct At Confessing/Indirect At Confessing -- Smiler and Alice may be oblivious to their own feelings sometimes, but they WILL come out and just say it once they realize. Victor is more likely to hem and haw and hint due to a fear of rejection. Which, given his romantic history, is understandable.

Cuddle At Home/Go On Adventure -- Alice may not be great at planning dates, but she does like going on random adventures a bit more than Victor! Again, blame Wonderland’s influence. . .though maybe I should have put her a little closer to the middle, given how most of her adventures take place in her head. *shrug* And yeah, Smiler is all for adventure. :P

Emotional/Detached -- Just from the games, we can see a lot of times Alice likes to hide her emotions behind snark -- it’s just easier for her that way. Smiler, though, is definitely the most emotional -- I imagine them wearing their heart on their sleeve. Victor, for his part may TRY to hide his emotions sometimes, but he’s pretty easy to read.

Confident In Public/Embarrassed in Public -- Smiler is an Extrovert and often feels confident in public; Alice tries to fake it until she makes it; Victor just wants to hide and go home, please. XD

Needs Space/Needs Attention -- Victor and Alice enjoy their alone time, while Smiler enjoys hanging out with those they love. It can be a little tough sometimes with the conflicting social needs, but they make it work. :)

[starknightgirl]

MCC23 Blue Bats Skins!

I think this is by far the latest I’ve ever posted skins. I don’t know why, these ones were just unusually hard to finish. And it’s not even that I’m not excited because I am. Well, anyways, they’re here now.

If this is the first post you’re seeing of mine, hi! I have made a lot of CaptainSparklez’ team’s skins, ever since MCC14 (links: MCC15, MCC16, MCC17, MCC18, MCC19, MCC21, MCC22). On occasion I’ve also made skins for other teams, such as the Red Rabbits of MCC Rising. Feel free to share this, just tag this post so that it links back to me. Thank you! Ok, more below the cut.

I’m using my reddit username as the signature, don’t worry I’m not stealing from anyone. 

Geeze, this team was hard to find a theme for. I tried to do sci-fi and astronomy at first. As you can see, I abandoned that plan. They’re knights! I think it fits. The bat on the back didn’t go through very many revisions because there’s not much to change. That being said it was not the easiest animal head I’ve ever done. Last time was probably easier.

There are a few tiny Technoblade references on these skins. I didn’t want to make the references obvious, but I did want to make some. One is more obvious, I used the Sarcoma ribbons from reddit. I thought about using the general lavender cancer ribbons as well, but I figured that might be a bit much. The other is the in the gold detail in front. While the colored gems are not an exact shade match, they’re a reference to Technoblade’s crown.

Oh and manual shading is still tricky, thanks for asking. But it does turn out quite nice looking I suppose. Maybe that’s why this took so long...

Anyways, time for the individual breakdowns.

Starting with SB737. I knew like Seepeekay and Antfrost that I wanted to make sure I didn’t completely eliminate his original skin. I thought about coloring his sunglasses but I didn’t think it looked as good. I also knew that he wouldn’t have any of the darkest blue besides the caplet, so I gave him a little belt.

Next up, Sneegsnag. I’ve worked with his skin before. I think his shows how much I’ve improved since then. His darker details are his gloves and boots. I really liked the way his turned out. I did actually shorten his overhanging hood bit in the back.

I think this is the third time I’ve worked with KaraCorvus’ skin? Hers was very hard this time because I knew I didn’t want to just give her the same caplet as SB737 and Sneegsnag. For the longest time I didn’t think this corset thing I came up with would work. I’m glad it did. Oh and that gold ribbon? It was so hard to get the gem placement right.

Last of all, CaptainSparklez. His coat is a little shorter than usual and wider in the front, but that’s about all the changes I made on that front. Also, his glasses have three colors this time. I do really like how his turned out.

Here’s all the skins in case you want them yourself. 

[hareefaree]

Thesis Process Journal - 7.22.23 - Experimentation

So this past year I got very into custom doll making. I’ve gotten obsessed over Dollightful’s channel over on youtube, specifically her heavily modded doll stuff - I love seeing her engineer points of articulation and make these beautiful custom dolls out of it (My favorite is her Aquarian dragon doll). So… at the beginning of this summer I asked my aunt to take me thrifting to buy some cheap dolls to cut apart. I had the sneaking suspicion I could use the techniques to make a stop-motion friendly doll.

I found these Barbies (and one old disney Belle doll I think?) with very little existing articulation. I beheaded them, cleaned up the paint, took off the hair, and then tried to figure out where I wanted articulation. I wanted to try a more ball-jointed approach with a lot of rotational capacity - so I cut one of the dolls at the hips, under the breast, at the upper arm and elbow and at the knee. 

The legs have been proving difficult because they're jointed within the doll rather than in a more easy to access/ workshop way. They’re rubbery and hard to get epoxy putty to cling to because they’re flexible :( They’re also really lacking in hip mobility so I honestly might just end up breaking them off and making them wireframe because by god can I make a good wireframe puppet and they’ll most likely be covered by pants..

I tried making a cup for a ball joint in the midsection between the hips and breast, forming it out of epoxy. However making the ball waist has been impossible? I initially tried making one out of epoxy and now I’m gonna try a wooden bead wrapped in polyurethane foam and see if that flexibility helps anything. All these mods have honestly been doing so far though is fucking up the proportions in a fun and insane way… so I’m treating this as just a functional test so I know what I’m doing with my final, properly proportioned piece. 

I added a coat hanger wire to hook the elastic around to create the ball joint. We'll see how this goes.

I also started thinking about the head - I want moveable eyes and replacement faces to accommodate lip syncing (because I really really love to lip sync). To make the moveable eyes  took the wax on the outside of babybel cheese and spread it over a piece of thick glossy paper, cut a quarter circle out and wrapped it around my eye bead. It moves pretty smoothly but I think the wax will melt under the light (the red also kinda stains the eye bead but eyes do have red on them so I don’t find that to be bad).

I think I’d maybe try a harder thing in placement of the paper since it still kinda squishes around (though my test with an aluminum can material has pretty much failed bc I can't bend it into a cone shape well enough). Or I’ll just wrap it in epoxy and call it a day. I’ll then embed that into a skull backing and build the replacements up front like I did for Dressmaker.

Aesthetically I want to maintain a papery/fibery visual image. I’ve been considering the idea of animation on paper/cell for little cutaways/memory overlays to incorporate that 2D sensibility and maybe make everything a little more collagey? I ended up finding and looking through a bunch of old ass family photos and want to recapture that sort of hazy energy I got while looking at those. I’m not sure though - I kind of desperately wish I was around my peers so I could get some conceptual critiques before the school year started and maybe more ideas with regards to aesthetic and focus. Oh well, It’s a little under a month left before I’m back in Bmore.

[cutedice]

Anniversary

Ship: Nami x GN!Reader WC: 1296 Warnings: mild, like really really mild suggestive content. It’s just joked about.  Placement: Sometime post time-skip; there’s no spoilers though. Synopsis: Your five month anniversary with Nami is approaching and you want to get her something nice.

Nami was glorious, in all of the people you have met she came up on top in terms of your general attraction to her.

This was based on anything but looks. She had a confident personality and an amazing generosity. She could make you laugh without trying, and it was always so genuine when she complimented you.

Now, you weren't as obvious in your attraction as other people, but she still caught in quick. That hadn't surprised you all that much, she was one of the more observant people on the ship.

What had surprised you was her approaching you and asking for dinner one day. You denied her at first, explaining your lack of money, but she offered to pay. Her words still lingered in your head even;

“Look, (Y/N), I'm gonna be real for a minute. If it was for you, I wouldn't mind spending every last beri in my pocket to make sure you were happy on our date."

So, you've been dating since. Needless to say, but you didn't make her empty her wallet either, which definitely helped your chances. She appreciated someone who budgeted even a little.

Now it was creeping towards your fifth month with her, and while it wasn't anything too special, you still wanted to make it known to her how special she was to you.

That led you to now. You were sitting in the library, brainstorming ideas on what to do.

Robin was sitting with you, though she was doing her own thing until she noticed you put the pencil down in frustration. "Is something the matter?" she asked.

You shook your head before voicing your concerns about the navigator and her interest.

Robin hummed and leaned back in her seat for a moment, pausing her place in her book. "You want to get her a gift?" she asked.

You nodded.

"Right," she mumbled and smiled. "Nami is a material type of person, but she appreciates quality over price," she explained. "As long as you mean it, she'll like it."

You didn't have any clue what she meant, but you had a small idea. Was it good? Maybe not. But was it going to be genuine? Absolutely.

–

It took a week to get to the next island. You found it extra lucky it happened to be a summer island, it just added to your favor and Nami's overall mood. She loved summer islands.

"(Y/N)!" Nami called before you could hop ship, running over and hugging you from behind. "We should go shopping together. It's been awhile since it could be just us!" she said, squeezing you gently with a small giggle.

"If (Y/N) doesn't go, I'd love to tag along with you, Nami!" Sanji called from the shore, though he had no plans on actually interfering. He was annoying, but he could recognize a loving couple when he saw one.

Nami snickered anyway. "You'll come with me, won't you?" she asked.

She was using her special voice. The one where you could tell she had puppy eyes without needing to look.

So you reluctantly agreed.

"Yay!" she beamed, grabbing your hand and pulling you off the ship. "You're in charge, Chopper!"

You could hear the aforementioned agree as you were led away.

–

You sat patiently in the dressing room, judging Nami each time she came out with a new outfit. You had been around long enough to feel comfortable in your honesty with her. If you figured it didn't suit her, you told her. Sometimes she listened, sometimes she bought it anyway. You didn't really mind either way, though really you just found everything she wore cute eventually.

You spotted something across the street before she pulled you into the store though so now you were just awaiting your chance.

Otherwise known as check out.

You perked up as the door opened again, watching Nami walk out in a dark green sweater dress. She could tell your answer just by the way you turned red.

"It's cute, right? It's a little pricey compared to everything else, but I think I'm gonna buy it!" she said, grinning brightly as doing a spin.

You gave her a positive reply, agreeing to her decision.

She nodded. "Alright, I'm gonna change and go pay for everything. Do you wanna wait outside?" she offered.

You nodded and stood up, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek before you hurried outside and to the place across the street.

–

Nami came outside after half an hour. But, she had successfully purchased everything seb wanted and she had that special glint that said she made someone cry. "Okay, do you want to head to lunch?" she asked.

You took a few of the bags from her and nodded.

"Alright."

You both walked further into town, chatting about everything you could think about until you found a reasonably priced place. You both sat down and she sighed after the waiter took your drinks.

"I love summer islands, but the prices are always so high on them since tourism is usually up," she explained, leaning forward on the table. "It took everything in my power to get that shop to give me 60% but that was better than the 5% they offered."

You tried to do the math in your head, but decided it was easier to call Nami a genius. Then you remembered the thing you went to do and decided maybe it was time ready to give it to her.

She watched you as you picked your bag out of hers and graciously took it upon your offering. "Did you get me something?" she asked, peering into the bag and smiling a little. "Oh! It's so cute!" she said, picking up the small stuffed cat. "Don't tell me you got me this to mess with me?" she teased.

You shook your head and explained to her your reasoning with a sappy smile, watching in success as red dusted her face.

"You- you said it's to remember the day I stole your heart? It's already been five months?" she leaned back and squeezed the plush to her chest. "Geez you're a sweetie," she said.

You then made a point of telling her that there's more.

She looked into the bag and removed the paper on top, a wide smile appearing on her face. "My, my," she said tauntingly, "looks like you've taken some advice from Sanji," she teased.

You turned red, immediately denying it. You just thought she'd appreciate a really really nice lingerie set.

"I love it," she said after the teasing went down. She put the cat back into the bag and reached over the table to grab your hands, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. "I love you, (Y/N). Thank you."

You nearly exploded then in there, your brain frying. You couldn't help it though, this was the first time she's said that!

But you grinned wide desire being flustered and said it back, because you definitely felt the same way.

You two enjoyed your lunch date together before you headed back to the ship. That’s where Nami cornered you in private; really is was on the main deck but no one was around.

“Hey, (Y/N), I didn’t get you anything for today,” she said, her smile subtle and her tone very kind. She was easing you in for whatever she was about to say. “So, to make up for it... would you like a personal fashion show of what you got for me?” she asked in a near whisper.

Then she had to live in the realization that she managed to cause you to short circuit on the spot, causing her to laugh and apologize with lots of kisses and promises of an actual cuddle session later. 

[crystalelemental]

Initial thoughts on everyone:

SS Wally has Fairy Zone, Double Gardevoir confirmed. Unfortunately he got hit with the 5/5 requirement for full sync grid, so I will be going maybe 1/5 and stopping. Sorry shiny Gardevoir, I love you so much, but gacha gonna gach, and I don’t play that shit anymore. I will say the nodes are good but not worth it. Discombobulate is only useful marginally against Latias, Head Start 1 is fine but only with fast ramping that most Fairies don’t have, Zone Extension 3 hurts because the usual is 5 so this is about half as good, and one stack of special moves next on Fairy Wish is okay but you don’t want to spam the multiplier. So the expansion nodes for 4-5/5 are somewhat easily ignored.

Victor is good but in a way that sucks. I forgot about Gigantamax. He doesn’t even have Grassy Terrain. Oh but they did give him Piercing fucking Blows for some reason. I dunno, he’s boring. Just straight Grass damage. Ground is barely worth registering, his gimmick is speed debuffs, there’s not much interesting at all.

Melony is solidly okay, but it’s telling her best utility is Sing. For all her shield extension, none of that matters when you have built-in Vigilance to run Sing Troublemaker and have Precision Pals on your buff. Perfect accuracy sleep support. Which is good because she effectively buffs nothing. +2 Sp Def and +1 crit. Lodge Cynthia performs your role comparably in the buff department and doesn’t even need 3/5 for it. Damning if not for Sing.

Gordie is also fine. Cakewalk hurts, and his move damage may as well not exist. He’s also got Tar Shot. I think Wally had something like this, but they’re introducing Type Rebuff, I assume to increase damage while off-type? Sure guys. That’s definitely necessary.

Allister stole Gourgeist. I’m going to kill everyone. More seasonal Galar and they took my child from me. I’m pissed. Worse, his gimmick is a disaster. Trainer move gives +3 crit and from 0-5 random effects. If you want any other buff, you get All Ramped Up on an attack. So he’s slow as hell and super inefficient and really only good at healing each action. They not only did Galar seasonal and gave it my child, they also made my child kinda suck depending on those conditions. Blinding fury.

Iris is amazing. Poison Zone is a godsend. Don’t love the Hyper Beam thing but fine. Acid got On a Roll 9 on grid and that is fantastic. I do think it’s hilarious that they tried to limit her by going “what if we only give her +2 crit from the trainer move?” As if BP Janine doesn’t exist with Team Sharp Entry and every buff she needs with Toxic Fang as backup. Halloween Iris is amazing. Need to see grid placement for full understanding but she wants for little and hits for much.

Norman got Standfast 3 and 5. That’s it. He did, however, get Hostile Environment 2, so he is a glorified paralysis bot for Whitney. Tate got Cakewalk instead of Haymaker so all is dust for sun rock. Lucy got really solid stuff, including Hostile Environment for Poison Fang, so that’s nice. Raihan got an extension that’s pretty strong but 4-5/5 so no. And…*sigh* Glacia. They didn’t even try. Healthy Buffer. Not Benefits, Buffer. Just moves. God forbid she be as good as *checks notes* Hop. Synchro Healing is something but her mega still sucks. Durable is nice, if she buffed anything. The reason it works well for Roxanne and Hilbert is because of how much they can get done in that extra turn. Glacia cannot. Glacia has problems. But! They did give her Focus Group to buff crit rate for allies. Which is…something. Now to figure out how to rearrange grid and make this garbage work.

Oh, and Hex Maniac. She’s fine but they gave her Haunter. Abysmal pick, 0/10, I’m really bothered by it.

[amor-immortalem]

A fic about Cyrus and Mammon on the fourth Ring. You know, Mammon teaching his son about his job as the ruler of the greed ring.

A/N: This has been on my list of things to write for the longest time.

Cyrus has been back in the Devildom about a month. It was a wild month to say the least. From having to recount as much as he could from the last 15 years to his parents to placement tests to see just where exactly he fell in academics and whether he was ready to enroll in RAD to just the general everyday nonsense that goes on at home.

Not to mention, he’s still getting used to having three younger siblings- two of which he was sure hated his sudden intrusion into their lives. Well maybe it was just the one- Aurelius seemed pretty interested in him. But having this many new siblings at once makes Cyrus nervous. He walks on eggshells around them while he’s still trying to come into his role as the oldest. So it’s one afternoon, when Mammon is discussing his plans to finally get back down to the Fourth Layer to make a dent in the back log of souls he had to judge, that Cyrus asks to go with him.

Mammon’s surprised at first. He figured the 20-year-old wouldn’t be interested in learning the ropes of his title just yet.

“Why?” It comes out worse than what the demon means. “Not that I don’t mind bringin’ ya along, but I figured it’d be at least a few years before you took any interest in what I do in Hell.”

“I just thought…” Cyrus’ thought remains unfinished as he’s interrupted by the arrival of the twins who had come home from the dorm for the weekend.

“Hey, how was school?” The Avatar of Greed says as he watches the younger of the two open the fridge, fishing around for a water bottle.

“School? Yeah it was fine.” Aurelius shrugs, “Just a normal day.”

“And that’s why ya won’t look me in the eye? C’mon, ‘Relius, I know when you’re lyin’. “

“No… I plead the fifth.” Almost as quick as he arrived, the teen was off.

“That’s not even a thing down here- ah geez, he’s gone…”

“Does… does that happen often?” Cyrus shakes his head at the oddity of his brother’s behavior.

“Not with your brother…now your sister on the other hand, your mother or I always have something to deal with when it comes to her… anyway whatever that was, I can find out what he did later but back to what we were talkin’ about.”

“Right… um… Well I don’t exactly have a reason for wanting to go.”

“That’s fine…” Mammon shrugs, “we’re leaving tonight after Mom gets home and we have dinner. Now, I’m gonna go check on Mahlon ‘n see if he’s up from his nap yet.”

Cyrus only nods as he watches his father disappear up the stairs. He’s alone for all of five minutes before Azalea appears. It’s quiet between them while she sets up one of the game consoles.

“So… how was school?” Cyrus asks, trying to do anything to break the uncomfortable silence between them. Azalea doesn’t even spare him a glance as she pops the game disk in and turns the tv on. “Can I pla-“

“It’s a single-player game so no.” Her words, the first she’s ever said to him, are short and filled with irritation and a hint of bitterness.

“Oh… okay. Well how about-“

“No- you’ll fuck up my progress. Don’t ya have better things ta do instead of botherin’ me?”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know,” the freckled half-demon growls, “Didn’t Dad just agree to take ya with him to the Fourth Layer? You can go pack or some shit like that…”

Cyrus is quiet as he studies her body language. Over the past month since his return, he’s heard of the reputation his little sister has and Cyrus isn’t trying to get her to take a few swings at him so he backs off.

The tension only grows between them as Mammon returns with a half-asleep Mahlon in his arms.

“Okay, since your brother’s now avoidin’ me for whatever reason, what do y’all want for dinner?”

“We haven’t had stir-fry in a while…” Azalea says as she pauses the game. “Why not that?”

“You good with that, Cy? Or do you have something else in mind?”

“No, I’m fine with it,” Cyrus shrugs as he fiddles with the dyed ends of his hair while Mammon takes a seat on the couch after getting a sippy cup full of juice for the youngest.

“When’s Mum coming home?” Azalea asks, seemingly out of nowhere. “5?”

“6, I think. Might be 5:30. Why?” The demon quirks an eyebrow as she shrugs, “You that eager to get to the Fourth Layer?”

“Oh, no I was just asking. I wasn’t planning on going with you guys anyway…”

“I think you should,” Cyrus offers, immediately wishing he hadn’t. “If you usually go-“

“And be bored the whole weekend? Yeah, hard pass.”

“What’s that s’pposed to mean?” Mammon asks as he blocks Mahlon from grabbing at his sister’s hair, “You love going to the Fourth Layer…”

“Yeah but like what am I gonna do? Antagonize sinners for the whole weekend? It’s not like I’m gonna be judging souls anyway so there’s no point in goin’…”

Mammon opens his mouth to say something but can’t come up with a response. She does have a point- now that he’s not training her to take over the role of Avatar of Greed, she really would only be down there for a weekend vacation of sorts.

Azalea just goes back to her video games as they all sit in silence.

・・・〆・・・

Cyrus is up in his room packing a weekend bag to take with him while dinner is being made. He doesn’t know what he should take- not that he has to decide between a mountain of clothes to begin with but is it hot in the Fourth Layer or is it unbearably cold? Should he take clothes to accommodate for his wings that he has in his demon form?

A knock on his bedroom door distracts him as Aurelius lets him know dinner is done and then the he’s disappearing down the stairs. The packing can wait, Cyrus decides as he follows his brother down the stairs where their mother is setting the table.

“There you are.” she smiles, “You’ve been so quiet up in your room, I almost thought you’d gone out to the aviary with your father to help feed the crows… Dinner’s just about done so go ahead and grab yourselves something to drink while I bring everything out to the table.”

The boys nod as Arella turns to Azalea.

“Could you get your brother in his high chair for me, Azalea?”

“Yeah sure…” Azlea rolls off the couch, setting her controller down and grabbing Mahlon from his playpen by the back of his shirt and setting the toddler up in his high chair.

“You should be more gentle with him,” Cyrus says as he sits down at his usual spot at the dinner table. The female half-demon only rolls her eyes at him.

・・・〆・・・

“Dinner was great, Babe.” Mammon and Cyrus are helping Arella clear away the dinner dishes.

“Thanks but considering that you’re the one who started it for me, I don’t think I should be taking the credit.” The human hums, “You and Azalea are leaving tonight for the weekend, right?”

“Actually, it’s just me ‘n Cyrus this time,” this gains a curious look from the human, “‘Zay didn’t wanna go.”

“That’s out of character for her… wonder what the issue is…”

The boys both shrug as they dry and put away dishes.

“If she doesn’t wanna go, she doesn’t have to.” Mammon hums. “There we go- all finished. Did you get everything packed that ya wanna take with you, Cyrus.”

“Actually… about that…” the 20-year-old starts, “I didn’t know what to pack… I didn’t want to be distracted because I was too hot or too cold.”

“You just pack whatever you feel comfortable in- there’s not much difference in climate between the layers of Hell and the Devildom so really anything’s game.” The demon explains.

“Oh… okay that narrows it down…”

“If I can make a suggestion, bring things that’re gonna accommodate for your wings- the glamour magic that comes so easily for us isn’t going to be available to you so you’ll be stuck in your demon form until we leave.”

Cyrus nods at that. He hadn’t been in his demon form since he was a young child- he’d just never needed it. It secretly worries him that he’ll lose control of himself and go on some form of rampage.

Seeing his son’s worry, Mammon places a hand on the half-demon’s shoulder.

“Hey, ya don’t have to go if you don’t think you’re ready. I know it’s a lot considerin’ you haven’t had any training in controlling your demonic powers like your siblings have.”

“No I want to go. I’m going to have to step into the role at some point, right so why not just dive in?”

Mammon doesn’t look convinced but he decides to trust his son. “Alright, if you’re that dead set on it… just remember, if anything happens, I’ll be right there to reign ya in.” He watches as the half-demon nods. “Alright go get packin’. I’m gonna check in with your sister to make sure she absolutely doesn’t wanna go with us.” He leaves Arella and Cyrus alone as he back tracks out if the kitchen.

“Do you think I’m diving into it too fast, Mom?” Cyrus turns his lapis-like gaze on Arella.

“A little bit,” she nods, “but if you’ve got your mind set to it I’m sure you’ll do just fine. Just… don’t feel you need to master everything all at once, okay? Your father spent centuries figuring out a way to do his job efficiently. You can afford yourself the same kindness.”

The 20-year-old nods as she walks off, her words having taken away a bit of the anxiety.

・・・〆・・・

“So this is the Fourth Layer?” Cyrus asks as he looks around from the balcony he and Mammon are standing on. “Not what I was expecting…”

“Yeah, I bet. Considering you just ended up spending the last 15 years of your life up in the human realm, I wouldn’t be surprised to hear that you probably heard things like every level of Hell is made up of fire and brimstone ‘n all that dramatic shit the humans like to make up…”

“And they’re not?”

“Eh, that’s debatable… it’s appearance really depends on your belief system and what type of sin you committed.” Mammon shrugs. “We’re really more about rehabilitation than ‘punishment’ nowadays anyway thanks to Diavolo gettin’ it in his head that since the Celestial Realm offers the chance for reincarnation that we should too. The lower a human soul gets though… well, it ain’t pretty, I’ll tell ya that much.”

“So how do you judge a soul if you’re not going to give it a punishment?”

“Oh no we still give punishments out to those whose deserve them. I have a three-tier system that I use personally- there’re some souls that will never be rehabilitated because they’re just going to repeat their past mistakes. That’s tier three.”

“And the other two?” Cyrus asks as Mammon motions to the city below them.

“This whole city consists of tier one souls- in their time among the living, these were people who indulged in Greed due to factors in their lives that were uncontrollable. Think people who stole to provide for their families. People who hoarded resources thanks to famine or general scarcity of a resource they needed to survive. Tier two souls are sinners who indulged in Greed because it was the easy way out. Instead of struggling, they chose to just take what they needed as opposed to earning it.”

Cyrus nods as he listens to the explanation his father is giving. “How will I know what the right course of action is?”

“That’s a good question- the best answer I can give you right now is that after enough practice you’ll just kinda know. Not the most helpful, I know.”

“So it’s basically trial and error until I figure it out?”

“That’s how I did it…” the demon chuckled, “Image being a fallen angel- the former virtue of Charity. When I first started this, all of my punishments were too lenient, too soft because I had no idea what I was doin’.”

Cyrus nods at that as he looks off to the north, spying a huge mountain range along the horizon. “What’s that?”

“The mountains? It’s a mine. Almost every single gem in the Devildom comes from the mines here in the Fourth Layer. Under normal circumstances, it would kill me to give ‘em up but I gotta have something for the sinners to do and if I kept everything single gemstone mined from that mountain range for myself, I wouldn’t have space for anything else so might as well earn some money off ‘em.”

“That makes sense,” Cyrus nods. “So what’s next?”

・・・〆・・・

After Mammon had taken the time to show Cyrus around, they arrive in the throne room. The white-haired half-demon just takes a moment to take in the room surrounding him.

The architecture of the room looked like something straight out of ancient Greece or Rome, the floor was made out of a black stone with golden runes unlike any he’d ever seen etched into it, golden fire that never let off any smoke burned and crackled along the walls and in the middle, sat the large golden throne encrusted with gems of all types.

He watches as his father takes a seat on the throne and with a snap of his fingers, the entire room is suddenly filled with the souls of the damned. There had to be at least 200 of them in here.

“Are we seriously going to be able to get through all of these today?” Cyrus asks as he makes his way through the souls, “How many souls are even in here?”

“Anywhere from two to three hundred. And yeah as long we don’t get any runners, I should be able to get through ‘em all in a couple hours at least…” Mammon nods as his son comes to stand beside him. “You’re just watchin’ for right now…Things’ll be easier if I just show you the bulk of what I do and then give ya the chance to ask questions after everything is all said ‘n done.”

・・・〆・・・

And Cyrus does have questions as the night goes on but he doesn’t ask them. They’re all stupid questions that should be common sense to him. He feels like he can’t do this- like he’s bitten off more than he can chew.

“Cyrus…? Yo, you in there, kiddo?”

“H-huh?”

“I asked if ya had any last questions since we’re done for the night… Are you alright? You were all spaced out.”

“Y-yeah, I’m fine. And no I don’t have any questions- everything seemed pretty self-explanatory…” it just now dawns on Cyrus that he hadn’t been paying attention for the past two-and-a-half hours they’d been doing this.

Mammon seems unconvinced. “Y’know you can ask me anything, right? No matter how stupid you might think it is, it could be valuable information for you.”

“Right…” he takes a deep breath. “Dad, I don’t think I can do this… not now or… ever… wouldn’t Azalea be a better choice than me?”

The demon considers his words. “If I’m being honest, yeah, you’re sister would be the better choice… but she can’t do it- I’ve tried to train her but she lacks the ability to pass judgement on sinners. And she always will unless something happens to you. Believe me, Cy, I’d never ask you to step into this role if there were any other option considering everything that happened to you.”

“So I have to do this,” the 20-year-old frowns.

“Yeah, but the upside to this whole situation- you have literal centuries to get comfortable as the next Avatar of Greed… If yer worried about not gettin’ the hang of things immediately, don’t sweat it. Now, I don’t know about you but I’m ready for bed. We’ll start again in the morning, alright?”

“Alright.” The half-demon doesn’t know why, but his father’s encouraging words have lifted the overwhelming feeling of self doubt that had settled in his stomach. As the pair part ways for the evening, Cyrus is hopeful that he can actually live up to his birthright.

・・・〆・・・

The morning comes quicker than expected- Cyrus isn’t sure if it was just due to not being used to sleeping in his demon form or the fact that the sky here always seemed to remain the same shade of sea-green no matter the time of day but he’d had a horrible night’s sleep.

Rising from the plush bedding, the half-demon stretches- his wings doing a little flutter as he yawns.

“Just take it one day at a time, Cyrus…” he tells himself as he gets dressed, “One day it’ll all click.”

・・・〆・・・

After breakfast, Cyrus and Mammon are back to judging souls.

“Ready, I’m gonna teach you how to summon the souls of the damned. Yesterday, ya saw me do it with just a snap of my fingers but there’s actually an incantation for it.”

This catches the half-demon’s attention. That was one less thing he could check off his list of things to worry about.

“So it goes like this: those who once walked with the living, thee who have fallen from grace. I summon you now. Come, face your transgressions. Obey me, for I am the Avatar of Greed. Think ya got all that, Kiddo?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Great, cuz you’re gonna be summoning the souls today.”

“What? What if I mess up?” The overwhelming nervousness is back again.

“The worst you could do is summon like one soul. You’ll be fine, Bud.”

Summoning one soul was not the worst Cyrus could do. In fact, if the 20-year-old had to make a list of the worst he could do, summoning a full coop of demonic chickens into the throne room would sit nicely at the top of that list.

What led him to summoning an entire coop of demonic poultry one may ask? A mix of nervousness and biting his tongue is what lead to the floor of his father’s throne room being covered in loose feathers and angry birds.

Mammon was quick to send them back to where ever they’d been summoned from with a snap of his fingers.

“So… turns out I was wrong…” He says while also trying so hard not to laugh.

“You’re laughing?! I almost got eaten alive by demonic chickens and you’re laughing at me?!” Cyrus flushes a deep red from embarrassment.

“Calm down, I ain’t laughin’ at ya… more like… I was laughing at the situation.” The demon tries to defend himself, “This just means we have to work on your summoning skills so that we don’t get anymore killer poultry in here.”

“Yeah… I’m not doing anything else though. I’ll watch you for the rest of the day but I’m not trying my hand at anything else.”

“Yeah… I’d uh… I’d say that’s fair…”

・・・〆・・・

The rest of the weekend goes smoothly, with the Avatar of Greed getting his eldest child more comfortable in the role little by little. The next opportunity he had, Mammon would definitely focus in more on summoning souls into the throne room and having Cyrus actually access the moments in the soul’s life where their sins were committed. Those were his two biggest area of concern with the half-demon.

“So how do you feel about it now that you’ve had a chance to actually experience some of the responsibilities that come with our title?”

“I’m still kind of iffy on whether or not I’ll be any good at this…” Cyrus admits, “but it’s like you said: I have a while to get adjusted to it… just knowing that makes me feel better.”

“That’s good. And now that our weekend’s essentially over, there’s one last thing we gotta make it through.”

“And that would be?”

“A meeting with your Uncles. We always meet at the beginning of each week just to touch base- see if anything weird has been happenin’ or if there’s been an overall abnormal influx of souls for the events going on in the mortal realm…”

“How long does that usually take?”

“An hour maybe two if no fights break out or Uncle Asmo doesn’t hog all the time talking about himself… if you wanna go home early though we can go. Uncle Lucifer can just track me down later in the week.”

Cyrus thinks about it for a few moments. He’s tired from not sleeping comfortably and he really just wants to get home where his glamour magic will immediately kick in and he can stop carrying his wings around- the muscles in his back are killing him.

“I want to go home… I feel like this weekend was pretty eventful…”

“It definitely was… Alright, let’s get out of here.”

・・・〆・・・

End

A/N sorry if the ending is abrupt. i couldn’t figure out a way to end it. Thanks for reading!

[kalique]

final serpentina thoughts. i have this tracklist memorized so if any placements are wrong that’s why, but if theyre all right it is a sign of how much i lvoe this mfing album. there needs to be a word stronger than album like film for movie and novel for book

1) misunderstood - definitely giving me “till now’s twin sister if till now is the evil twin.” i don’t love it and i do skip it but i like it. experimental n interesting n playful n joyful. the reviewer who called this song “goth” is literally a meth addict

2) meteorite - groove. stim

3) fuck love - see above

4) deadend - this is the first indication on the album that the old banks is 100% still here. this could’ve been on the altar or goddess

5) holding back - banger. each time i hear it i’m like “this isn’t my favourite on the album but it’s for sure the best.” theres a reason this is the one she did on jimmy kimmel. complete banger and interesting and beautiful and desperate

6) the devil - THEE banger. the lead single of all time. billie wishes. actually i didnt notice how much this is like a billie eilish song until i read someone pointing it out but now i’m like, this is definitely banks’ attempt to copy billie eilish’s Thing. and it works. i sink into the groove of this one and it just Sounds sooo satisfying to me. i fucking love this song so much that i did a cruella de vil edit to it. which should tell you something

7) skinnydipped - not one of my faves. it’s fine, it’s good while i’m listening to it, but tbh i could care less and it doesn’t make me feel much. it does have a lil groove going on.

8) burn - what to say about this one. masterpiece. probably my absolute favourite on the album. gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous. tied with poltergeist as my favourite of hers of all time, probably, which is saying A FUCKING LOT!! i became obsessed and fixated on finding blorbos to whom to assign this song. i regret to inform you that i did indeed have a blorbo realization but said blorbos are. sigh. from the mcu. and so i’m not gonna tell on myself like that. but i do have a whole mind palace build up around this beautiful, devastating, heart wrenching song.

9) birds by the sea - could take it or leave it. chord progression is kind of nice but it feels like it never really goes anywhere. it’s fine i guess. i do skip it. i am sorry ms banks

10) spirit - BAD. this song SOUNDS brittle and sour to my ears. like i physically get a sour taste in my mouth when i hear it. yes i have synesthesia yes i’m not unbearable we exist. i’m not insane for feeling like this either because 90% of fans whose opinions i have seen also don’t connect with spirit and don’t like it. it sounds weird and unfinished. the production is so fucking wack. it’s a shame because the bones of a nice song are buried somewhere in there and both banks and the guest vocalist have beautiful vocals on the song but it just doesn’t go anywhere. probably the worst banks song ever sobbing emoji. idk what happened w this one

11) anything 4 u - i’m actually still figuring this one out. it does bang. and i do sort of autistically latch onto it. but i am not sure. i am just not sure.

12) unleavable - THIS ONE. took some time. at first i didn’t love it and i thought it was just ok. and then i became fixated n obsessed with it. this one wrenches at me now

13) i still love u - i don’t care. another ballad. it’s pretty. it’s fine.  i skip it a majority of the time

final thoughts - there are 4 skips on this album (3 if i’m feeling generous towards misunderstood) leaving several of my favourite songs EVER. the highs here are so high and my brain has latched onto the grooves and rhythms here so hard that i cannot call this anything less than one of the albums of all time for me personally. actually i’ve just now had a breakthrough: looking back at ms banks discography she has never had an album with THIS many songs that connect to me on a Brain Level, and that’s why serpentina is a point of such fixation for me. like, songs that are satisfying for my Brain. she’s obviously had many many songs that i love in other ways, but these are songs that my brain grabs onto like a mfing fidget toy. and for that i have to say: thank you ms jillian banks, for your groundbreaking work in the autistic community. that is all

[venenatd]

just friends; eren jaegar x reader

summary: you and eren are best pals and have both recently be dumped. so, a plan to get over your exes is needed! what’s better than going out on the town trying to find quick fucks >:) also eren is a smug bastard but kinda has a heart of gold??

content: smut / nsfw 18+. minors dni. (choking, unprotected sex, creampie drinking, drunk sex, possessiveness ig? dirty talk, both of them want to be dominant tbh. slight size kink, oral both m and f receiving. female bodied reader) 

i am new to this pls let me know if i should add anything!!

word count: 5.8k words of unedited content 

a/n: uh so i never thought i’d be back on my tumblr bullshit at 23 but hey after years without the app i’m back. i needed to get out the h-word and this is what happened. enjoy and i’m sorry if it’s terrible lmao

“You look different” 

Frowning at the man waiting ever so patiently for you on the sofa, you look a little defeated. “Is that meant to be a compliment, Eren?”. He sighed, raising his eyebrows at you. To be fair, maybe you did. Wearing a figure hugging black dress, that definitely just hid your ass cheeks, hair styled and sprayed in place, dark lipstick and makeup on your face. Usually Eren would have seen you in sweats, always running a little late for class, snack in hand. 

“Different isn’t bad,” he offered, checking the watch that lay on his wrist, “are we ever going to get to the bar? Your plan will fall through if you’re not careful.”

Ah, the plan. Both you and Eren were newly single. In your final year at university, having managed to keep each relationship going until almost the end. Ironic. Weren’t most meant to fail in the first year? But alas, your partners had decided it was the end within a couple of weeks each other, and as you and Eren had been close since you met on orientation day, you each took to the other for comfort. You had done the crying first, going to him the minute your call with the ex had ended. Leaving wet splotches on his shirt, he had calmed you, only for you to do the same to him later. Now the crying was done, it was time to move on, and what better advice to follow than getting under someone to get over another?

“I just need to look hot enough for a guy to fuck me.”

“What a romantic you are.”

“Shut up Er-”

Eren shifted from the couch, interrupting your usual sass, “and what about me, y/n? Do I look beautiful?”. He threw in a wink with his comment, his aura of cockiness always radiating. You rolled your eyes, before studying his figure. His dark hair half pulled back into a bun, the rest draping his neck and onto a deep emerald green silk shirt, with the top few buttons loose, tucked into dark pants. A ring on each hand, fingers with chipping black nail polish, and to top it off, a thin chain on his neck. You hated to admit it and add to his smug demeanour but... the man did look good. 

“Gorgeous as always Eren,” you said sarcastically, even if it was truthful, “I’m sure there will be a queue of women who are wanting to jump on you.”

“Not if they aren’t all taken already,” he taps at his watch. Whilst the two of you had already been drinking as he waited for you to get ready, it was definitely on the later side.

“Order the uber, and we can go.”

Walking over to him and adding shoes to your outfit, you present yourself before him, a cute little smile playing on your lips. He’s staring down at his phone, quickly going through the motions for the ride. Finally, he looks up to catch your eyes. His jade pupils flick down slightly, and he hopes you miss that they land at the cleavage you’re sporting in your current get up. He flicks your nose, earning a scowl from you and a smile from him.

“You look perfect”

The club is far fuller than you both expected, dance floor and tables taken up and crowded round. Luckily, you had managed to secure you and Eren a pair of seats at the bar, and you were currently on your third..? Fourth drink of the evening. Green eyes watch your lips carefully, as you finish the vodka and lemonade. 

“So, anyone take your fancy?” he prompts, looking around at the mess of people.

Humming, you scan the area. There’s some people you recognise from class, but plenty more you don’t know. Fucking friends seems like a bad move, even in your tipsy state, so you look to the strangers faces. They don’t look like him. Ugh. 

There’s a few options though, and as you point them out to Eren they come with brief descriptors: dark hair and stubble, wide set blonde. He tuts at the options, sarcastically letting out a “sure sure, I see the appeal”. 

“And how about you, anyone you like the look of?” you ask with a sigh.

Christ, Eren thinks to himself. It’s been long enough that he hasn’t had to look for someone else. Sure there were attractive people in the world, but with her around, he hadn’t needed to give anyone else a second look. His palm moves to the back of his neck, stretching out behind him with a huff. “Let’s look on the dance floor?” he offers, clearly not as eager as you were tonight. Moving his hand back down, he holds it out for you, pulling towards the throng of people.

He looks effervescently cool like this. Shirt open, hair starting to fall from his bun. Eren is looking around at the people surrounding the two of you. The two of you had been working in circles, allowing each other an eyeful as the club goers move around the space. As a group of guys push their way from the dance floor to the bar, you get shoved towards Eren. Heels were never quite your forte, and you stumble against him, hands on either side of his chest. Grinning down at you with that smug little smile that annoyed you so much, Eren brought large hands to your waist, pushing you away a little. But his hands stay there as he continues to sway to the music, making no effort to break the contact. And so you bring your arms up to his neck, allowing his movements to carry you on time to the song. For the first time in the past couple of weeks, you feel light. Your chest isn’t constricted by some foreign weight. It’s just you and your best friend, buzzed and free.

Colours change above you, as you look up to Eren, him down to you. A playful grin takes his lips as he pulls you a little closer, you so easily accepting the narrowing distance. Your black silk meets his deep green, chest pushing into his. You carefully analyse his features, seeing if he attempts to check you out like earlier. 

Was it the alcohol making your cheeks so warm? Lit up by a purple hue, you watch his eyes return to exploring the crowd, his hand still holding on to you. His smirk falters, his eyebrows creasing together. You’re not moving in circles anymore, Eren pausing in his movements as he thinks about what to do next. He shouldn’t lie to you, but seeing your ex at the bar would really harsh the night. Under his fingers, he can feel your body tense, suddenly unsure at how close the contact between you was. 

But Eren doesn’t want you to know, he doesn’t want you to be distracted by your ex tonight. He doesn’t want to see your hurt little face anymore. The way your eyes would be red and puffy the next day. The way he would feel your shoulders heaving under his arms. You don’t deserve that. Hell, you didn’t deserve the huge amount of shit your ex had put you through over the years he’d known you. Eren would sit back and listen to you rant, support you where he could. But fuck that guy. And he wasn’t sure what sparked in his chest, but Eren’s jade orbs are trained straight back on you. His eyebrows calm, tension releasing from them. As you can turn to scope out whatever had changed his body language so suddenly, he catches your jaw. 

Beginning to slowly move again, his eyes have narrowed, taking in the way the dress hugs you, the shine on your skin from the hot dance floor. Eren couldn’t quite figure out what was intoxicating him right now. Definitely a lot of alcohol, but also a sudden… possessiveness. He didn’t want you in pain anymore. Eren wanted you in pleasure. His breath is suddenly on your neck, making your hair raise. 

“I’ve only seen one person I’m interested in tonight.” 

“Oh?” you squeak, before clearing your throat a little. The new deep notes in his voice catch you off guard. It almost sounds like he’s… No. He’s your best friend. The little looks you’d been giving each other all night were just two people looking out for one another, two people seeing each other happy for the first time in a while. Your voice is calmer as you ask light-heartedly, “and who would that be?” 

His lips are so close to your ear. 

“You.” 

“Eren-” your hands move from behind his neck, resting on his shoulders. You need to see your best friend's face, you need to know if he’s joking right now. If he’s mocking you. When you draw back, you see his face. Smug, as always. Fuck you’ve always wanted to knock that cockiness down a peg. Cheshire smile showing his teeth and his eyes looking down at you. Half lidded eyes, pupils blown. He’s not joking. Fuck.

“Can I kiss you?” 

Your breath is caught in your throat. All too aware suddenly of each of his finger pads pressing into your skin, the contact feeling like fire with the added alcohol. But, you find yourself nodding, the yes just escaping your lips before he’s pressed into them.

Large hands travel to your hip, and up your back, pressing you into him. You can feel his body, tense in exhilaration against you, hands back around his neck. One travels up to the nape of his back, tangling into his hair and pulling him deeper into you. The music is all consuming, you can feel the bass in your body, you can feel Eren against you, you can feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins. 

Eren’s hand on your back travels up, echoing your placement on him, to hold the back of your neck. He doesn’t want you to go, you feel too good. The heat between your bodies could suffocate him. His thumb puts pressure under your jaw, he isn’t even sure you can feel it. But he can, measuring your pulse racing underneath the pad. He’s smiling into this kiss, this all consuming kiss.

His tongue swipes at your bottom lip, and you’re all too eager to allow him into your mouth. Tasting the whisky from your home, tasting the coke from the club. His teeth take your lip nipping slightly, before sucking the plump of it into his mouth. You both come up for air, eyes meeting in acknowledgment of the situation.

“Wanna get out of here?”

The drive home had only served to heap tension between you. As clearly that it was that you wanted each other, you would have to wait a while longer. Your thighs pressed together, slowly inhaling and exhaling. Going through your mind was whether this was a good idea, staring out at the city passing by you. Eren was your friend. You were dating another man two weeks ago. The same man that had previously asked you if he needed to be worried about Eren. You’d laughed it off, because it was Eren. You were brought out of your thoughts when you felt him grip your leg, a little too harshly at first, before settling, leaving a gentle pattern of circles and lines on your inner thigh. It was Eren.

Just one hallway. You had to make it one hallway to get into your apartment. One hallway left to come to your senses. And just like he read your mind, Eren is once again touching you, just his hand on yours pulling you backwards. You twist just in time, his hands instantly cupping your cheeks as he kisses you, deeply and intensely. Pushing you back into the wall, you pray a neighbour doesn’t walk out now. His knee is pressing gently between your legs, and you allow it. Your fingers sink into Eren’s arms, lightly covered by the fabric yet you can still feel the muscle underneath, relaxing and tensing as he pulls you closer. 

His lips are making their way to your jaw, lifting your chin upwards, tentatively licking the bone before moving downwards still, sucking and nipping and licking your neck. A whimper breaks through. You really need to get inside. Gripping his hair, you sharply pull backwards.

“Not going to play nice, huh?” 

When did he speak like this? The playful and shit-eating grin your friend Eren always wore was replaced by something darker, his words laced with intent. 

“Don’t challenge me.” 

You were off, finally at your door, making quick work with the lock, moving in first before he followed. The door shut as you pushed Eren against it, usual doe eyes being taken over with a deep lust. Your hands are instantly at his belt, as his hands find your face once again. This time he’s grabbing your hair, making you look up at him as he glares down at you. You’re constantly challenging one another in conversation, and it’s translating to the bedroom far too easily. 

Lips are on one another again, as you leave the belt and start towards his shirt. You bite down on his bottom lip, earning a hiss from him, and you feel his hand being brought around your throat. He doesn’t add too much pressure, checking if this turn is indeed okay with you. When you push against the weight, he takes the gleam in your eye as a yes, and uses the force to push you against the next wall, finally moving off the front door. 

It’s a constant battle to get to the bedroom, both of you taking control for short bursts. Eren pulling the thin straps of your dress down, you untucking his shirt. His muscular torso is on full display, and you had never viewed it in this light before. 

Finally he pushes you onto the bed, situating himself between your legs. Your kisses are sloppy and infused with alcohol. Hands are desperate with one another, both of you needing to be closer. Are you scared if the contact ends your thoughts will return to sanity? 

Eren’s hot and heavy over you, his hands seem everywhere at once. Smoothing up your thigh, digging in slightly to the flesh when you grind against one another. His hands rest at your hips for a moment, and he’s looking down at you, still fucking smiling. All at once, he’s flipped you over his prominent hard on pressing into your ass. He’s whispering in your ear, leaving wet kisses along your neck, to your shoulder blades. Fingers take the zip at the back of your dress, slowly and carefully pulling it down, leaving licks and pecks as he goes. It’s torturous. 

You attempt to speed things up by rutting your ass against his crotch, and you think you hear a quiet moan, before his hand is brought down to the fabric, smacking your cheek. You gasp, turning your head to look at him. Eren is too occupied in taking in all of your body, his green eyes are darkened with authority and lust. His nimble fingers play with the short hem of your dress, thumb dipping beneath, before he pushes the silk up. 

You both let out soft fuck’s, as his hands grab at the plump of your ass. It’s like he’s testing the softness, the way your flesh responds to his touch so easily. He slaps at you again, earning a sharp moan from you. Eren’s leaning down, his mouth once again trailing across the apex of your behind, leaving trails of saliva as he goes. Before you can even register the new sensations you can feel a soft pressure against your clothed cunt, just enough to let you know the presence of his hand, but not enough for you to get off on. You’re mewling, once again trying to get closer to him. This time he allows it, eagerly pressing his ring and middle finger to your clit, allowing you to grind upon them. 

Seeing you underneath him like this… it’s new and strange and so fucking hot. He’s watching you desperately try and fill the need building in your core, and he can only feel his cock twitch in his pants as he sees you coming undone. If you wanted more, he could definitely give it to you. Bringing his large hands away, to the flimsy fabric that was covering you, he pulls it down, exposing you to him. His heart and dick fucking jump. His hands return to your ass, watching the jiggle as you move and whimper. Spreading you, he brings his face down, breath tingling on your most sensitive areas.

Your breath catches in your throat as his tongue, gentle at first, licks between your folds. He’s tasting you, he’s moaning into your pussy, as you write beneath him. Eren’s hands are squeezing your ass cheeks, holding you still as you try to grind against his face. 

“Patience, y/n”, he says, with a slap on your behind again. 

“Fuck you,” you hiss. 

“You will be in a minute, baby girl, don’t worry.”

You go to make a retort but he’s instantly back, licking up your slit and a deep moan escapes you. Jesus you can feel the smile on his lips as he’s back on your pussy. Eren is so proud of the sounds he can draw from you. He wonders if your ex could make you come undone so easily. 

You taste sweet and saccharine on him, and he doesn’t hold back the groan as he further works his way into you. Hardened tongue moving it’s way from your entrance down to your clit. He swipes at it, before moving away again. Kissing your thighs, kissing the skin between your holes. Every now and then he’ll move back to your clit, allowing you a moment of pleasure before he’s teasing again. “Fuck, please”. Your whines are being smothered by the sheets, and Eren wants nothing more than to hear them, loud and clear.

Eren’s ringed fingers make their way to your hair, his face lifting from between your legs. He pulls you back round, and holy shit you can see how wet you are on his face. There’s a sheen to his lips and chin, and instinctively you reach up to his neck, pulling him back on top of you. Your tongue meets his, tasting your tartness on his mouth. A hand makes it way back down in between your thighs, playing and parting your folds. Your hand in turn reaches up his neck, pulling sharply at his hair once again. “Eren. More- please” you get out in between staggered breaths. 

“Aw, since you asked so nicely” his eyes watch your expression closely as his thumb rests on your clit, his finger swiftly moving inside you. Your eyebrows raise and knot, eyes wide and lips parted. But he keeps it still as your legs shaked around his arm. “Eren, move” you demand this time. 

“Oh, that’s not so nice. I liked it when you were polite.” He starts to retract his finger, thumb gently swabbing your clit so you’ll know what you miss.

“Please, please, please, Eren, please” you speak before he even gets the first knuckle out. All the teasing was creating a tightness in your lower stomach. 

“Much better.”

You whine as he continues to pull his finger from you, until he pushes it back in, curling his solitary finger up. Your fingernails are pressing deep into the muscle of his bicep, feeling how it moves as he finger fucks you. He’s hitting that perfect spot inside you again and again, and his thumb is swiping eagerly on your clit. 

Eren can feel you fluttering around his finger, desperate for more, desperate to release on him. He adds another finger, your wetness allowing him entrance easily. He wants to fuck you so bad, his cock so hard it felt like it was about to burst. 

He pushes your hands off him, leaving crescent moon indents deep in his skin, he works his way back down. He brings the black silk with him this time, fully being able to take in your body as you’re left naked before him. Holy shit you’re beautiful. He doesn’t want to stare too long and make you shy. But he still kisses his way down, before he’s back at your pussy. 

This time he allows you more movement, letting your fingers work their way back into his hair, letting you roll your hips against his tongue and stubble. 

With his spare hand he pulls out his cock, slowly pulling at it, before he realises he can’t do that for too long without cumming before the main event. Instead he reaches up, rolling your perked nipples in between his fingers. There are so many sensations on your body, and Eren can feel your cunt beginning to tighten around his fingers. You hold your breath before letting out little moans, building towards reaching your height.

“You want to cum on my fingers?

Your back is arching, whispering “yes, yes, yes, please” as your walls are tightening around him. He quickens the pace, making sure to hit that spot inside you over and over. Thighs around his face, he can feel your slick pooling in his mouth, and coating his chin once again. 

Your gummy walls are so tight around his thick fingers, he needs you to finish, watch you fully unravel below him. Sucking and licking at your clit, he’s pushing you towards the edge. 

“Eren-” his name is strangled coming out of you, and then your moaning, undulating your cunt against his mouth, riding out your orgasm.��

His jade eyes look up at you, watching as you pull your head up to look at him, before another wave of pleasure hits you and you have to arch your neck and look back up. He waits for you to come down, letting you fuck his face and fingers. Grinding against his stubble and tongue as you let out pitiful and beautiful moans. You’re so fucking wet, the sounds coming from between the two of you should be forbidden, as you release onto him. 

Finally he withdraws, using his forearm to wipe his face. He lies next to you, allowing you a moment as he draws little circles on your stomach. Eren has never quite looked at you in this light. Sure, you were pretty, and the two of you were obviously close. But now you’d walked a line that couldn’t be undone. You weren’t over your ex, and as okay as Eren was with what had happened between you, he didn’t want you to run. He’s overcome with thoughts, looking down to your chest and the heavy breaths you were taking. All he could pray was that you weren’t pretending he was someone else. 

But as Eren is getting caught up in his own mind, you’re twisting, hand reaching to his crotch, cock having been recaptured by his boxers. Palming him, you feel how big he really is for the first time. Fingers trace the edge of his pants and underwear, and he lifts his hips, allowing you to pull them down. Shit. His dick slapped back to his stomach, precum leaking from the top of his pink head. He was bigger than you’d imagined, because of course you’d imagined it a couple of times.

Your hand looks so small around his cock, but you slowly tease him, his deep green orbs following your movements. Bringing your head down to him, you kitten lick the precum from the top of his dick. He hisses gently, and you look up at him with these big doe eyes, so fucking eager to please.

You push your lips around him, hollowing your cheeks and flattening your tongue as you begin working along his shaft. He moans just at the sight of you, your eyes peeking up through dark lashes. His hand goes through your hair, eagerly pushing you deeper around him. 

He lets out a hoarse, “is this okay?” before you put your own hand on his pushing it for the both of you. You don’t even want to come up for air, you just want him close to you, inside you. 

You were learning far more about each other than you had expected, as Eren takes back over. He pushes himself further into you, muttering a good girl that has you whining. The vibrations around his cock make his hips buck, and now you’re gagging as his length hits the back of your throat. He holds you there instead of letting you off, and your nails are sharp against his thighs.

His head lolls back as he starts to move his hips under you, moving you in turn with your hair. He picks up the pace quickly, allowing saliva to drool from you and straight to his cock. 

Your eyes prick, big fat tears forming at the corners. But you’re enjoying this way too much, the moans and gasps he gives make you moan, pressing your thighs together for some kind of friction. 

He takes your jaw in his grasp, allowing you a moment to catch your breath. Your tongue sits out your mouth, him smacking the head of his dick on it. He notices your tears then, the mascara that’s running a little. He swipes at the corner of your eyes, leaning down to press a kiss into your forehead. 

Bringing you up to him, your dripping folds sliding across his length. His lips are on your cheeks, across your jaw, licking up your neck before reclaiming your plush lips once again. You continue grinding against one another, tongues slipping in and out of each other's mouths. Eventually Eren brings his hands to your hips, lifting you up as you hold his shaft up.

Your foreheads are pressed together as he slowly pushes inside you. The stretch is burning and all-consuming, eyes pricking up again as you feel him hit your furthest wall. Eren breathes out heavily, “So fucking tight”

You roll your hips, allowing some friction from him on your clit. It helps your muscles relax a little, and balancing your hands on his shoulders you push yourself up and down, using his length for your own pleasure. Eren’s eyes don’t leave your form, watching your breasts bounce and how your eyes flutter close as he fills you entirely.

“You really did want to be fucked, huh? Look at you” he teases you, watching as you go to talk back before he thrusts his hips up. It leaves the words caught in your throat.

His pace maintains, holding you in place as he fucks up into you, feeling your cunt clench around him. There are long moments where you hold your breath, holding his cock tight within you. Then you’ll release and moan, before holding it in again. Well, Eren is all too happy to help you with that. 

One hand grabbing the flesh of your hip, the other wrapping around your throat, he pushes into you at a punishing rate. Your eyes go wide at the sudden restriction of your throat, feeling the cold metal of his ring against your pulse. 

“Who knew this about you? That you were such a slut?”

As much as he knows you want to deny it, you want to smack the smugness from his voice, he can feel your pussy tighten around him. He sees your eyes roll back a little. 

“You’re getting tighter.” 

The hand on your hip moves down, attempting to hold you in place whilst letting his thumb press over your clit. The sounds of him slapping against your wetness is obscene, and he’s only distracted from it as you whimper out pathetic yes’s and please’s. 

“You wanna cum?” he’s grunting, trying to keep the pace going until you can reach your peak.

You nod against his wide hand, still tight around your neck. “Oh you can do better than that. I already know how bad you want it, slut.”

“Please Eren, please make me cum. I want to cum, please, please, please” you can barely make out the words, your head going light and body tightening.

“Cum for me.” 

You release, and as he can feel the fluttering of your walls around him, he lets go of your throat. The sudden oxygen as you cum leaves you overwhelmed. Burying yourself in his shoulder, he fucks you through it. Cock slapping up into your cunt over and over, somehow being sucked deeper in as you coat his length with more of your own slick. He can feel your nails breaking the flesh of his back as you’re holding on for dear life, moaning his name and even a fucking thank you into his ear.

As you begin to slow, legs shake as you stay straddled over him. He flips you, Eren now firmly on top, slowly moving in and out of you. The stimulation is intense, your cunt sparking at any sensation. 

Caged between his forearms, his hair is a mess thanks to you. You push tendrils back past his ears as he leans down to kiss you once again. This kiss is different. It feels… less desperate. It feels deep and meaningful, caring even.

Your eyes meet in acknowledgment, both of you too worried to speak about the shift in tone. 

He reaches down instead, pulling your leg up and splitting you on his cock. A tongue swipes at your nipple, biting and playing with each as he gradually picks up pace again. You’re still so fucking wet it’s easy for him to thrust into you at a dizzying pace. You can feel all of him against your gummy walls. Each time he passes that special spot inside you, you moan and gasp, and it’s the best sound he’s ever heard.

His thrusts were becoming more primal, holding your thighs close around his hips. Letting your sweaty bodies collide again and again, his balls slapping against you. The grunts and moans coming from his lips were so infuriatingly erotic. Eren just wanted one more from you, and then he’d let himself finish. If this was to be a drunken mistake, so be it, but he would at least make it memorable. 

Those jade eyes were on you once again, the power and dominance radiating from the immeasurable. He can see you barely being able to hold on, completely fucked out beneath him. You’re moaning and whining, hands moving over the swell of your breasts and playing with your nipples as if it’s going to keep you grounded. 

He sits up, eyes flicking down to where you were conjoined. It took so much restraint not to cum inside you right then and there. Your glistening sex was so tight around him, the wet slapping noises echo again and again. You’re pulling and sucking him in, cream pooling around his length. 

“Give me one more, y/n. I want to feel you cum on my cock.”  

You try to look up at him through heavy lids. Your friend Eren saying this is so taboo. The words he’s said tonight so far from normal for the both of you. You flutter around him, somehow your pussy still wants to be fucked, still wants to push you off the edge one more time. You can feel the coil inside your stomach tightening. 

Eyes rolling back, you can barely keep it together anymore. He’s pounding into you at a startling rate, fingers flicking over your clit again and again and again. 

“P - please, it’s s-so good.” 

Your breaths between words were quick, “you’re so big-”

“Yeah you like that? You like being so full of my cock? Such a pretty face you make when you’re all fucked out.” 

Holy shit.

Eren could tell how much words affected you, your back arching and legs pulling him somehow closer into you.

“Come on, baby. I wanna hear those moans.” he’s grunting, getting so fucking close to losing himself in your cunt. He knows what he wants to hear most though, “say my name. Tell me who’s treating you how you should be”

With that, you’re losing yourself around him again. Writing on the bed, gripping sheets in tightly balled fists. White light taking over your sight as you clench around Eren. This orgasm was the most intense, taking your body by surprise in its overstimulated state. You weren’t even making a noise, just holding on to the high for as long as possible. 

And then you shattered, whining and moaning, whispering his name over and over again. 

As you moved underneath him, Eren kept his punishing pace up until he watched you expel the last of your energy. Name forming on your lips over and over again he falters, releasing inside you. You can feel the stickiness inside you, the sensation of being filled up. Eren watches for a moment as he sees the white pearls forming around your stretched out pussy.

His chest is back on yours as he kisses your neck, shoulders, whatever skin he can. Thrusting back into you a couple of times, he finally pulls out. You feel his cum dripping out of you, but you’re too spent to do anything about it.

Eren lies next to you, both of your bodies attempting to regulate from that. 

“You okay?” 

He’s checking in, making sure he didn’t go too far with someone he genuinely cares for. 

You nod, turning to meet his stare. Giving him a drowsy smile, you’re not sure what comes next. But for now, you’re happy. Curling into his side, he puts an arm round you and lets you rest for a while. As he notices your breathing become deeper, he nestles into you, muttering something about clean up. 

Moving away from you, you can make out some noises of a tap, drawers opening and closing. In your sleepy state you feel him gently wiping at you, two glasses of water being put on the bedside table. Finally he makes his way back to you, and Eren notes how cute you look. Hot and completely fucked out, yes. But also gentle and at peace, allowing the heaviness of sleep taking over.

He rests behind you, wanting to be back in your warmth. He pulls you in closer, wrapping an arm around your waist. The fragrance of you takes over his nostrils, and he’s all too eager to move closer to your hair, pressing one last kiss at the nape of your neck. Whatever tomorrow brings, he hopes it’s not the last time he gets to be this close to you.