#lying in wait (basil)

[pivsketch]

(sometime in between chip quitting his job to commit to wrestling 100% and the events of tagcen)

in a basil-less world, both of their lives would have had a slightly different trajectory. they wouldve been closer friends, maybe even have started a podcast together. lol

chip doesnt like taggart's deeply unserious aura, but they get along quite well when they actually have a conversation. unfortunately that happens less and less as time goes on. by the time chip's tagging with samson, he thinks hes too good to bother with talking to someone like taggart. and it doesnt help that samson doesnt particularly respect taggart either.

but yeah, as I said earlier they could've been better friends if basil wasn't around complicating things for the both of them. chip's jealousy and obsession towards basil is prime to ruin everything taggart has carefully worked for! oh no!

[fxllensouls]

Basil and Payton doodles 💙💙

[tpwk-formula1]

Hii!! I loved your fics !! Can you do a jealousy plot?lando saw a hickey on reader’s neck and can’t wait to mark her his ?? Idk you’re the expert .

A thin crust pizza with red sauce. basil, ham, broccoli, roasted mashroom buratta and shallots for toppings and sparkling water and red bull on the side !!! Served by lando

This is my order. Hope it’s not too big. 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Lee-Lee's Pizzeria Menu

thin crust brother's best friend red sauce rough sex basil "I love to watch my cum leak from your pretty pussy" ham "You're so infuriating. Walking around like you own the place and then come back to my room to get fucked properly" broccoli "Made just for me huh?" roasted mushrooms “Fucking you so good you I can see myself in your tummy” burrata "How many was that? three... I think you can give me another" shallots "I love marking you up. Let everyone know I own you" sparkling water spitting red bull hickeys dessert yes served by Lando Norris

Lando x Verstappen! reader

TW - multiple orgasms, jealous! lando, rough sex, fingering, pussy eating, unprotected sex, spitting, hickeys, bite marks, cream pie

WC 1700+

Y/N POV

"Y/N," Lando calls my name with a boyish giddiness laced in his voice making me whip my head towards him with a smile. I was walking the streets of Monaco wasting time until my date later when Lando saw me.

"Hi Lando! How have you been?" I ask with the same joy in my voice.

"Good, and you?" Lando asks while pulling me in for a hug.

Lando and I had met when he got into Formula 1, and have been close since than.

"Good! Officially done with all of my schooling so I'm taking a break for a bit and gonna travel with Max the rest of the season" I tell him softly with a smile.

"Good to know I'll have someone to bother," Lando says with a smirk making me laugh and shake my head.

"I have to go but it was good to see you! We'll plan something before Austin," I tell him before starting to walk away.

I spend the rest of my night on a date with a guy who was completely a dud. The date itself went really well I even going back with him to his place. I quickly realized I hated everything about him leaving shortly after arriving.

I didn't realize grown men could still be terrible kissers.

When I get back to Max's apartment I find Max on the sim making me walk towards it and watch him from over his shoulder.

"How was your date?" Max asks softly when he hears me behind him.

"absolutely terrible," I reply back quickly before adding, "Okay the date was okay but he was the worst fucking kisser ever. I just came from his apartment."

I watch Max's face upturn at the mention of me going home with a man making me laugh softly.

"Are you streaming?" I ask Max softly making him shake his head.

"No, I'm on a discord call with a few of the boys," Max tells me making me nod my head and smile.

"Hi guys," I say while waving before leaving the room and into my room Max is letting me stay in while I figure out what I want to do next.

When I get into my room I open my phone to see that Lando had texted me.

Once I finish texting Lando I slowly climb out of bed and change into a different sun dress before heading out of my room and slowly passing Max making him look at me with a raised brow.

"Where are you going?" Max asks softly making me look up at him.

"I'm gonna go see Lando, he didn't realize I was back in town," I tell Max softly lying through my teeth before heading out the door and up the elevator to where Lando's apartment was.

When I got there I knocked softly making Lando open the door he instantly pulled me into his arms and placed his mouth on mine before the door was even closed behind us.

With the door now closed Lando pushes me against the door before he starts grabbing at my tits with his large hands making me moan out softly.

"I see you changed just for me," Lando says while pulling back and smirking at the dress before his face twists in disgust when he spots the soft purple mark forming on my skin.

"Couldn't even give you a mark worth sporting," Lando says while leaning down and sucking a darker mark in the same spot making me gasp at the feeling.

"Had to replace his with mine," Lando says with a smirk making me roll my eyes at the petty man in front of me.

"You're quite possessive for someone who has always claimed we are nothing more than friends," I say with a smirk making Lando roll his eyes.

"Whatever, you know you're so infuriating. Walking around like you own the place and then come back to my room to get fucked properly," Lando says before leaning back down to my neck and placing soft wet kisses along my skin before he starts biting down with his teeth leaving teeth marks all along my skin before he starts sucking more hickeys along my skin marking me up for him.

"Fuck you look pretty like this," Lando groaned while tracing one of the marks he had just left on me.

"Lando," I whine out needing more than just us standing in the doorway letting Lando mark up my skin.

Lando takes the hint and easily picks me up into his arms letting my legs wrap around his waist as I pull him in for a kiss while he brings us into his bedroom where he gently drops me onto the bed and pushes my dress up to reveal the pathetic piece of cloth I called a thong.

"Fucking hell, how are you already drenched?" Lando groans while tracing the little wet spot that had formed from how soaked pussy.

"You, Lan," I gasp out when Lando used a bit more pleasure on my clit making me whimper slightly at the feeling. Lando leans down close to my pussy before spitting directly onto where my clit is before he smears his spit into my thong adding to the wetness.

"Fuck," I gasp finally registering what Lando was doing. I can feel his spit mixing with my slick making me whimper at the feeling.

Lando leans down and I assume he's finally gonna give me what I need but instead he starts kissing my thighs before biting down and leaving some of his harsh teeth marks all around my inner thighs making me whimper at the feeling.

I can feel Lando start sucking leaving some hickeys on my inner thighs.

"I love marking you up. Let everyone know I own you," Lando says groaning making me look down to see the deep purple marks littering my skin while also noticing some teeeth marks making me look up at Lando with a raised brow. He only smirked back before he's gripping at my panties and pulled them down my thighs leaving the cool air to graze my soaked pussy.

"lan, please," I beg while lifting my hips up trying to get some kind of stimulation.

"Needy little thing," Lando says with a smirk before leaning down and finally licking a strip up from my drenched hole to my throbbing clit making me whimper when Lando sits back up and leans over my face before roughly gripping onto my jaw opening my mouth before he spits dirrectly into my mouth letting the taste of my pussy and Lando's spit mingle in my mouth a bit before swallowing with a moan.

"Fuck, you're a perfect little whore," lando says leaning back down to place a kiss on my lips before moving down to my pussy once again where he starts eating me out like a starved man.

"Oh Lan!" I whimper feeling Lando roughly shove two fingers deep into my pussy.

I knew I wasn't gonna l;ast long with the way that Lando was attacking my pussy making me whim per when my orgasm starts building almost instant;ly.

"Fuck, I always forget how easy it is for me to make you cum. Made just for me huh?" Lando groans against my pussy making me scream out and start cumming all over Lando's face and fingers. Lando helps me ride my orgasm out but never once slows down making me whimper when the overstimulation takes affect.

"You can take it," Lando roughly tells me while speeding his fingers up faster knowing he could easily throw me into another orgasm.

"Lan," I cry out again when I can feel myself building to another orgasm making me whimper loudly.

"Come on. Cum for me," Lando groans against my pussy while focussing his fingers on my G-spot making me scream out as I fall over the edge into another overwhelming orgasm.

"Fuck, such a good girl," Lando groans still attacking my pussy with his fingers before slipping them out and quickly stripping his clothes off before quickly shoving his large cock into my overstimulated pussy making me cum almost instantly on his cock.

"Oh wow," Lando teases when he feels my pussy clenching in another orgasm.

"How many was that? three... I think you can give me another," Lando teases making me whimper at his teasing. Lando hold still while I relax around him before he starts rocking his hips letting me get used to the stretch of his cock.

"Fuck, my favorite pussy to be buried in," Lando groans when he starts picking up his thrusts so he's fucking into my pussy at a brutal pace.

"Oh my God," I groan out feeling tears start to brim my eyes from how overwhelming the pleasure is becoming.

“Fucking you so good you I can see myself in your tummy,” Lando groans making me look down to see the bulge that keeps reappearing every time Lando fucks into my pussy.

"Fuck," I moan out while I bring my hand down to feel the bump keep reappearing.

"Push down on it," Lando grunts out making me slightly press down gasping almost instantly with wide eyes.

"Oh Lan," I moan making Lando smirk while still fucking into my abused pussy.

"Fuck, I'm close," Lando groans speeding up making me feel my fourth orgasm of the night start to build rapidly.

"Cum for me," Lando groans making me scream and grip onto Lando's back digging my nails into his skin sure to leave marks in the morning as I start summing all over Lando's cock as he follows closely behind cumming deep into my pussy. I can feel Lando's cum splashing my walls making me whimper at the feeling.

When Lando slips out of my pussy he groans when he spots his cum leaking from ym gaping pussy.

"I love to watch my cum leak from your pretty pussy," Lando says with a smirk before leaning down and kissing my forehead as he lays next to me pussy me into his chest for a cuddle.

"Can't believe you were jealous," I saw with a smirk making Lando scoff and pull me in tighter.

"Just let me make you mine," Lando says making me smile.

"Deal, but you get to break the news to Max," I say with a smirk making Lando groan.

"If it means I get you all to myself, then fine," Lando says before pulling me in for a quick kiss, before getting out of bed and grabbing a rag to clean us up.

[biocrafthero]

Sunny, in Basil's hospital room with everyone: I killed Mari. On the morning of the recital I... I was upset, and broke my violin on purpose. Mari saw what happened, and she and I began to argue. I panicked and... and I pushed her down the stairs. She died. Basil saw everything. We didn't know what to do, so we tried waiting until she woke up but... she didn't. Basil had the idea to hide everything--I was scared, so I trusted him. I don't think I was even in my own head anymore, at this point. Basil was just doing what he thought was right...! He didn't want to lose anyone else, which is why things turned out... the way they did. I'm... I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry for hiding all of this from you, for lying for four years... Neither of us wanted anyone to get more hurt than they already were. It's... okay if you don't forgive us. You don't have to. I just... it's better if you know. Lying about it would just hurt more. I'm sorry. I'm sorry--

Sally in a daycare somewhere: my touys

[rainforestakiie]

short au~

With a hiss and a grumble, the helmet clamped to Adam’s head let out a low mechanical sigh, steam curling from the horned edges like smoke from a dragon’s nose. The front of the mask slowly lifted, revealing Adam’s blinking eyes as they adjusted to the rich, sultry glow of Hell, those familiar shades of crimson, violet, and shadows that always seemed to breathe around their bedroom.

He scowled and leaned back against the velvet pillows, arms folding grumpily across his soft belly. He didn’t speak, just stared up at the royal purple canopy above their bed like it had personally offended him.

“Addie?” came Lucifer’s low, velvety voice as he strolled into the room. “How’d it go?”

He was already tugging at his bowtie with one hand and undoing the buttons of his red-and-white striped vest with the other. His claws made soft clicks as they brushed over the fabric.

Adam’s frown deepened. “I died again.”

Lucifer paused, lips twitching as he tried, really tried, not to laugh. His tail flicked behind him before he flopped dramatically onto the bed beside Adam, kicking off his boots with a sigh of exaggerated weariness.

“Oh no,” he drawled, voice laced with faux sympathy. “And what tragic end met you this time, my brave soldier?”

Adam shot him a side-eyed glare. “Nifty killed me.”

“Again?” Lucifer raised a brow as he sat up, stretching. He placed his top hat carefully on the side table, where the tiny snake Basil unwound from its band and curled into the nearby cushion with a content hiss. “That’s number six, isn’t it?”

Adam just grunted. “If it’s not Nifty, it’s Vaggie.”

“Vaggie? Our ducky’s girlfriend?” Lucifer’s expression snapped into surprise.

“Yep.”

“She killed you?” Lucifer leaned over, eyes narrowing as he gently began to unclip the helmet from Adam’s head, being extra careful of the wires. He never liked this thing, too angelic, too sterile. Too much like her mask….

“She always seems to hate me if I take any other routine but the obvious one,” Adam muttered.

“The obvious one?” Lucifer paused, then a devilish grin slowly crept across his face. “And which one is the obvious routine? Which special routine is it that makes it so Vaggie doesn’t hate you?” he teased, eyes gleaming with gold mischief.

Adam groaned and rolled his eyes. “You already know that.”

“Yes,” Lucifer purred, leaning in closer. “But I like hearing it come from those pouty lips.”

He aimed a kiss, but Adam turned his face away just in time, leaving Lucifer’s lips to land on his cheek instead. Instantly, his horns prickled, growing with frustration.

“You know what else only happens if I pick the other routines?” Adam said, his voice pointed. “I can’t even say I pick Eve anymore; she leaves me nine out of ten times.”

He shoved Lucifer back gently with a palm against his chest. Lucifer blinked, his touch rejected, possessiveness flickering in his eyes like a storm behind glass.

“At least Lilith sticks around sometimes,” Adam continued with a thoughtful hum, “Five out of ten, maybe and that’s only if we stay platonic.”

Lucifer’s jaw tensed as Adam went on, ignoring the tension in the room like a cat knocking things off a shelf.

“Lil and I, we work fine when we’re not trying to be something we’re not. As friends, maybe siblings even, we’re golden.”

Lucifer let out a low rumble, deep in his chest. He'd always said they weren’t meant to be and he’d relished being right about it every single time.

“Well, obviously,” he murmured, voice dripping honey and pride, “You only really shine when you’re with me.”

He slid a clawed hand around Adam’s wrist and gently pulled his hand from his chest, then nuzzled his nose into Adam’s throat, breathing in the scent like it belonged to him. Because it did.

“Not entirely true,” Adam said, utterly unimpressed. “Sometimes do I well with Lilith, but never with Eve.”

Lucifer paused, confused. “Wait… you and Lilith?”

“It’s weird, I know,” Adam said casually, like they weren’t lying in a bed with Lucifer half on top of him. “She’s like my sister, but if I let her lead? If I step back? She thrives. Lilith loves taking charge, not just in battle, but everywhere. Sometimes I’d just hand her the reins and, boom, she becomes Queen Bee.”

Lucifer stiffened, the tips of his ears twitching.

“She really loved being the one the angels came to,” Adam added with a small smile, a twinkle of fondness lighting up his black-and-gold eyes. “She even became a bit of a kiss-up to Sera sometimes.”

Lucifer growled softly, pulling Adam a little closer like he might vanish.

“You're mine,” he muttered, possessiveness curling around each word like smoke.

Adam chuckled, finally allowing Lucifer to kiss his lips, just for a moment.

“Maybe,” he whispered against them, “But only in one routine.”

Lucifer sat up abruptly, tail lashing behind him like an offended cat. His arms crossed hard over his chest as he glared at nothing in particular.

“Fine,” he huffed. “Then what else happens if you pick the wrong routines?”

Adam snorted, amused by the drama. “The wrong routines?”

“Yes, the wrong routines,” Lucifer snapped, eyes glowing slightly with petulance. He looked like he was seconds from throwing a full-blown sulk.

“Well,” Adam drawled, eyes sparkling with mischief now. “Sera makes me the head of exterminations instead of Eve.”

Lucifer’s pout tightened.

“I tend to die in Hell, though,” Adam added thoughtfully, tapping his fingers against his belly. “Someone always kills me.”

Lucifer glanced at him, his tail flicking again. “Who dares kill you?”

Adam tilted his head. “You know, sometimes… even you kill me.”

“What?! Me? I’d never hurt you!” Lucifer’s eyes widened, scandalized.

“Well, you hate me in most routes.” Adam shrugged with exaggerated innocence. “You only really like-like me if I rebel against Heaven at the beginning. If I run from Lilith otherwise, it depends on her. Whether she still wants to be friends, if I apologize and all that heart-to-heart nonsense.”

Lucifer narrowed his eyes, bottom lip jutting out. “That’s not true, I’ve always liked you. Always, from the very beginning.” His voice lowered, tender and defensive. “Even if you didn’t want me, I would’ve still been your friend. You could’ve counted on me, even if I fell to Hell, I’d find a way to be there for you.”

“Mmm. I don’t know, from what I’ve seen, if I’m bossy and Lilith runs off, you go after her. You marry her and then… you both turn your backs on me.” Adam raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “Unless I beg Lilith for forgiveness or do the emotional labour, neither of you want me around.”

Lucifer opened his mouth to argue, but Adam beat him to it with a teasing smile.

“Oh, but don’t worry. You always get Ducky with Lilith, so it’s fine.”

Lucifer’s entire expression twisted. “I… Adam…”

“Also,” Adam said casually, as if he wasn’t about to drop another emotional nuke, “If I pick Eve, she always leaves me, after you and Lilith sleep with her.”

Lucifer’s face went pale, then red, then back to pale again.

Adam kept going, like a man unbothered. “She always cheats on me, sometimes with you and Lilith, most of the time, just you. Isn’t that funny? The father of humanity, and my firstborn son, Cain, isn’t even mine. He’s yours..”

Lucifer stared at him, eyes wide and horror-stricken.

“No matter what I do, if I try to be better, try to be a good husband, Eve still cheats. She has Cain, then disappears, she goes down to Hell and… well, I don’t know what she becomes exactly.” Adam paused in thought, tapping his chin. “A sinner? Maybe but she always ends up as the Root of All Evil.”

Lucifer visibly shivered, his eyes slowly drifted to the helmet sitting beside the bed. He glared at it with pure, venomous spite. Oh, how he regretted making that cursed contraption now.

Adam, watching him squirm, continued as if recounting a mildly curious experiment. “At least with Lilith, she gives me a chance. If I apologize, she forgives me, she’s sweet like that. If I hurt her in Eden and tries to understand, promise to be better, she’s peachy. We can still be friends.”

Lucifer gave a short, bitter grunt. That did sound like Lilith.

“If I don’t try to apologises until I’m in Heaven, it is during meetings of Heaven and Hell, I can talk to her, apologize and eventually, we patch things up…With Eve?” Adam gave a sharp shake of his head. “No, it doesn’t matter. If I choose Eve, Lilith might sleep with her, but only if I never apologized to her in Eden. If I did? She actually thinks about me, thinks about how it would affect me, and don’t touch her.”

Lucifer blinked. That part stung more than he expected.

“You, on the other hand? You always do, no matter the route.” Adam chuckled humourlessly. “It even causes fights between you and Lilith sometimes, but it doesn’t stop you and if I never rebel against Heaven, you end up hating me. It’s all fake smiles, empty friendships, the works.”

Lucifer looked genuinely hurt now, his brows drawn low, face twisted in something between guilt and denial. “No… That can’t be. I’m not that terrible.”

Adam finally turned his head to look at him fully. “Luc,” he said softly, voice gentler now. “You’re not terrible. You’re complicated and when you're jealous, you're stupid.”

Lucifer blinked.

“But I love you anyway,” Adam added, stretching out a hand to gently touch Lucifer’s knee.

Lucifer lay still beside him, the earlier playfulness gone from his golden-red eyes. A shadow passed over his face, dimming the glow of his usual confidence. He blinked slowly; voice quiet, fragile.

“…Is all that true?” he asked. “Did I really do all those things?”

Adam’s smile faded. He sighed, brushing his fingers through Lucifer’s tangled hair. “Yeah. Sometimes, before I die in Hell... we fight. And you get mean.”

Lucifer winced like he’d been slapped. “Mean how?” he whispered, voice cracking. “What did I do? What did I say?”

Adam hesitated, then admitted quietly, “…You humiliated me. In front of everyone.”

“I’m so sorry, Addie,” he whispered, guilt thick in his voice, eyes wide with pain. Lucifer’s claws curled into the blankets, he looked like he couldn’t breathe.

Adam shook his head gently. “Nah, I deserved it… I…” He swallowed hard, flinching. ���I tried to kill… Ducky.”

Lucifer's heart stopped, he reached out, cradling Adam’s face with both hands. “No,” he breathed. “You would never hurt our Ducky.”

“Sometimes… she’s not our Ducky but she’s always yours.” Adam gave him a crooked smile, eyes watery.

A sound rumbled from deep in Lucifer’s chest, like a wounded animal mourning something lost. “Charlie is always our Ducky,” he said firmly, forehead pressed to Adam’s. “She’s yours, she always has been.”

There was a pause, quiet and heavy, before Lucifer leaned in again, lips brushing over Adam’s softly, like a prayer. “I’m sorry, for all of it. Every version of me that hurt you. Every mistake I made in the other routines.”

Adam leaned up, pulling him into a kiss that deepened with unspoken forgiveness. Lucifer melted against him, as if that kiss unravelled every knot of shame and pain wound tight inside his heart. Adam could feel the relief pouring off him, the tension fading like mist in morning sun.

When they finally parted, breathless and tangled together under the velvet sheets, the air was different. Quieter, softer, more real.

“But you know,” Adam murmured, brushing his nose against Lucifer’s cheek. “You were right.”

Lucifer blinked, confused. “Right?”

“They were the wrong routines.” Adam smirked lazily, reaching to drag him closer.

A slow, curious hum left Lucifer’s lips as he nuzzled into Adam’s throat, one hand resting tenderly on Adam’s round belly, the other curled under his neck. His voice dropped to a purr. “I’d say this routine is the right one. Everything works out the best for me here.”

Adam smiled down at him, their legs tangled beneath the covers, the scent of sex and lavender still in the air.

“When I pick you, Luci… When I admit I’ve fallen for you, and stop fighting it… when I listen to you and Lilith, when I rebel against Heaven and told Sera to shove it…” He smiled wider, fingers combing gently through golden strands. “The best life choices always follow.”

Lucifer propped himself up on one elbow, his clawed fingers cupping Adam’s cheek tenderly. “How so?” he asked, eyes glowing softly in the dim candlelight.

Adam leaned up to kiss his cheek, laughing a little. He loved how messy Lucifer looked after they have sex, his golden hair tousled, his sharp features softened by contentment. “For one, you’ve never cheated on me and our Ducky, Charlie, she’s definitely mine.”

Lucifer purred, his gaze drifting down to Adam’s round stomach. He pressed his hand there gently. “And our second.”

“Well, duh. I’m carrying the brat.” Adam snorted. “I carried both of them.”

Lucifer chuckled, the sound muffled against Adam’s shoulder. “And the others ones to come.”

“When I pick you, Luci… things turn out perfect, Lilith is my best friend, even if she’s ruling Purgatory with that overly organized madness of hers.” Adam smiled shyly, resting his hand over Lucifer’s. “Eve might hate my guts, but only ‘cause she ended up with Steve instead of me or you, or even Lilith. Charlie’s in Hell, redeeming sinners left and right…”

He paused, glancing at the ceiling with a peaceful expression.

“There’s no war between Heaven and Hell. No blood, no pain. Just us. It’s… it’s pretty perfect.”

Lucifer kissed his shoulder, eyes closing as he murmured, “Then let’s stay here. In this routine. Forever.”

Adam smiled, sleep tugging at his eyes, one hand resting protectively over his belly.

“Yeah,” he whispered, voice fading into dreams. “Forever sounds perfect.”

Lucifer smiled and tilted his head, with a snap of his clawed fingers, the horned helmet burst into golden flames. Adam wasn’t even annoyed to see Lucifer destroy it, he’s seen enough…

[br0-k3n-sch00lb01]

omori hiki au :3

Hero was too late to stop Kel. He watched as his notes and exam papers fell, torn, like confetti, down the stairs on a shaft of air from the open window behind the siblings.

Hero gaped at the sight. Finally he spoke. “...Kel? Why would you do that?”

“Because they distract you when I want to talk, and they’re not important anyway.” Kel replied.

“That’s a lie!! Those exams ARE important, because if I do well on them then I get into a good college and I need that to have a good life!! And the notes will help me do well on the exams!” 

“Isn’t family more important anyways?”

“No, don’t be stupid, Kel!! Sometimes I'd rather be at school. Because of things like this. You can be so annoying, why can’t you leave me alone?!”

Kel was silent for a few moments. “...You don’t mean that…?”

“I mean it with my whole heart! And I’m sorry if it hurts your feelings but it’s the truth!”

Kel tried to walk past Hero. He didn’t want to do this. He didn’t want to hear that again.

Hero stepped in front of him. “Hey, where are you off to? We aren’t done, Kel.”

“...please move.” Kel mumbled.

“Why should I? You’re too naive, our parents have been too soft with you. You need to understand what you’ve done, Kelsey-”

“I told you to MOVE, Henry!!” Kel screamed, shoving Hero away from him.

With horror Kel watched Hero fall down the stairs as if he were a tumbleweed.

And Aubrey, at the base of the stairs, stepped back instinctually. 

“...Hero…?” She whispered. “Kel, what did you do…?”

Kel stood speechless at the top, staring down.

Aubrey looked up at him. “Kel!! What did you do?!” She repeated, more frantic.

Kel ran down. “I-I’m sorry, I panicked-!!” 

“...He’s just… sleeping, r-right?! We should bring him… upstairs… and wait for him to wake up!!”

“...He’s n-not breathing, Aubrey.”

“...” Aubrey smiled maniacally. “...T-That’s fine!! Um… we just… need to t-take him… somewhere. They c-can’t find out you killed him, they’ll take you away.”

Kel nodded silently.

“The… lake!! He just drowned. This didn’t happen.” Aubrey said, hefting up Hero by the shoulders. “There, Kel. Grab his legs, see?”

Kel did so, and they carefully maneuvered him through the house, out the door.

“...The lake is all the way over in the park, do you know any detours-?” Aubrey asked.

Kel nodded. “Take the closed road. It goes around the park, if we push through the bushes at the secret hangout-”

“Got it.”

*

Kel watched as Aubrey dumped Hero’s body in the water, disturbing the smooth surface.

Spirals danced in his head as he watched the ripples fade out.

What has he done?

***

Hiki opened his eyes to find himself lying in his familiar boat in Thallasospace. The lap of waves was a sound that calmed his nerves. He sat up and looked out at the ocean surrounding him, then forward, seeing the island with the blue door on it.

He checked his pockets- yep, all his snacks and weapons were there. 

The boat bobbed to a stop at the island and Hiki stepped out, heading up to the door and opening it.

Behind the door lay a room- a simple one- filled with childish things, like plushies and polaroids and the like.

Three people sat playing cards. 

One of them, who had fluffy hair and was wearing silk pajamas, turned and leapt to his feet, scattering the cards as he ran to Hiki.

“Hiki!! There you are, we were waiting for you to show up. Do you wanna play cards with us-”

He turned to see the mess he’d made. “..umm, whoops… nevermind.” He laughed, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

Another boy with short hair, a tank top, striped shorts, and tall socks, sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “...Basil… dang, I was winning.”

“Sunny, you’re always winning!” Basil replied. “...but still, sorry.” 

The other person, a girl with long hair, patted Sunny’s head. “Awww, don’t worry, little brother. Next time.” 

“...Thanks, Mari.” Sunny replied.

Hiki went up to Basil, who was grumbling. “Ugh… Sunny’s so mean. You know, just the other day, that brat stole my camera and hid it somewhere in the room! I mean, what did I ever do to him?”

He sighed, then his eyes lit up. “Oh, I know!! Hiki, could you find my camera for me? Pretty please?”

Hiki shrugged, and got to looking around. Under the pillows, the table, in the cupboards…

A cantaloupe sat in the corner beside a tentacle poking out of the ground. Hiki kicked it, cracking it open.

He pulled out Basil’s camera and wiped it off on his shirt, before going over to Basil.

“...Is that…?” Basil snatched the camera. “Awww, thank you so much!!”

Sunny, hearing the squeal of excitement, looked over. “Huh? Where’d you get that?”

“Hiki found it for me!! Unlike you, I have real friends.” Basil said, sticking his tongue out.

Sunny groaned but didn’t take the bickering any further.

Mari turned towards Hiki. “So, now that’s all over with… Hero and Aubrey invited us for a picnic at the park, would you like to come?”

Hiki nodded.

“Great!! Let’s get going then.”

His friends filed into a line behind him- Basil, Sunny, and then Mari.

He went up the ladder in the tree, but halfway he was stopped by a cat perched on a branch. 

“...(Meow?) Going out, Hiki? Here’s your allowance for today.”

Hiki accepted the 300 clams.

Basil grinned. “Oh yeah!! 300? We’re loaded-”

Sunny sighed. “Basil!! Stop distracting.”

“..Hmph, fine, let’s go.”

Hiki continued up the ladder, into the tree and out through a hole on the surface. 

His friends popped out behind him. Hiki realized Basil was missing just as the boy’s voice sounded behind him. “Ack!! I’m stuck. Sunny, help meeee…”

Sunny crossed his arms. “Magic word, Basil.”

“...no. Help me.”

“...No. Not until you say ‘please’.”

Basil stuck his tongue out.

Hiki subtly rolled his eyes and yanked Basil out.

Basil landed face-first on the grass, but he was smiling when he looked up. “Thank you!! You’re so much nicer than dumb Sunny, Hiki.”

Sunny gasped in mock offense. “Hey!! I’m nice!! To everyone but you!”

Basil groaned. “Shut it, tulip. Let’s go.”

Hiki helped Basil to his feet and they continued on their way to the playground. Hiki pushed through the bushes at the entrance and Basil dashed ahead immediately. “HERO! AUBREY!” He called. 

Hero and Aubrey looked over. Hero smiled. “Oh, there you all are. I was wondering when you’d show up.”

Aubrey hid her face in her plush.

Basil went to sit next to her. “Heya, Aubrey!!”

Aubrey mumbled a faint “Hi…”

Hiki joined them, sitting next to Hero, who smiled. “Hey there, Hiki! How are you doing?” He ruffled Hiki’s hair.

Hiki leaned into his side.

Basil was busy talking to Aubrey. He had picked a daisy and tucked it behind her ear.

Mari tapped him on the shoulder. “Hey, Basil! Did you want to show us your photo album?”

Basil looked up. “Oh, sure.”

He looked in his pockets and pulled out his photo album, setting it in the middle of the picnic blanket. “There we go, this way we can all see.”

He opened it and read off all his notes, then paused. “Huh, looks like there’s some missing at the end. I don’t remember taking more photos.. But… there were clearly some here.”

Aubrey clutched her plush tighter.

Basil shrugged, the confused look fading. “...Anyways!” He closed the photo album, taking it back and putting it away.

Aubrey spoke up. “Ummm… do you guys want to go to my house?”

Basil’s eyes lit up with glee. “Yeah!! That’s a great idea!! But… Hiki, what do you think?”

Hiki shrugged.

“Yay!! Let’s go, Aubrey.” Basil said, leaping to his feet and pulling her along with him.

Aubrey went to the front of the line.

As they were walking out of the playground, though, someone with a side-shave and a unicorn onesie stopped them.

“Hey!! You guys!! Wanna play hide and seek?”

Sunny shook his head.

Mari smiled apologetically. “Sorry, Kim. We’ve got to go to Aubrey’s house. Maybe some other time?”

Kim grumbled. “Fine… you owe me one.”

She walked away.

Aubrey continued through the forest path, just north of the playground, barely into Pyrefly Forest was her house- shaped like a big pink bow.

She pushed open the door.

There were fairy lights hung all around, and a fuzzy carpet at the door. There was a bed, a bookshelf, a nightstand, a desk, and a fireplace. A cozy little place.

Drawings hung on the strings of lights by clothespins.

Basil bounced on his feet. “It’s so nice here!”

Aubrey giggled. “Nothing special..”

Basil went over to the drawings, tugging on one. “These are so nice! Did you draw them?”

Aubrey nodded. “Yeah!! But, uh, be careful-”

The lights were pulled off the wall. Aubrey’s drawings scattered to the ground. “...oops.” Basil said.

Sunny groaned. “Basil!! Just look at what you did!”

Basil sighed. “Sorry!! I didn’t know that was gonna happen!”

Aubrey bent down to pick up her drawings. “It’s fine…”

Mari immediately rushed to help her. 

They hung up the drawings. 

Basil hugged Aubrey. “Again, I’m so sorry… I promise I'll never touch any of your stuff ever again!!”

Aubrey gently pushed him away. “It’s alright. We all make mistakes.”

Her gaze went past him, to a paper on the floor. “Hm? Did I miss one? I could have sworn I picked all of the drawings up..”

She knelt down and picked up the paper.

“...What… is this? Did I draw this? Something about it seems so… familiar…”

Her eyes turned red. “...No… it… it can’t be… Hero… he’s-”

…

Hiki opened his eyes in his boat. 

His heart was pounding. He fumbled to sit up.

…That had been a close call.

He stood up…

And jumped into the water.

[chigiridreams]

Summary: You've had a busy week and how Hyoma supports you in this situation

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1399

INTENSIVE WEEK

You had been working on your thesis all week, and you were exhausted.

As you stepped into the house, you could feel the fatigue in every part of your body. You took off your shoes, took a deep breath, and left your bag by the door before heading to the living room. Hyoma was sitting comfortably on the couch, his eyes glued to sports news, a cup of tea in his hand, unwinding after his day.

Without saying a word, you walked over to the couch, sat down next to your boyfriend, and gently rested your head on his lap, lying down.

Hyoma turned his head from the TV screen to look at you.

“Welcome home, hardworking girl. You look tired.”

Closing your eyes, you mumbled, “Tired doesn’t even begin to cover it, I’m drained. I was in the library all day. I couldn’t even find half the sources I need for the thesis.”

Hyoma ran his hand through your hair, gently caressing it.

“Good job, but you need to take a break. You’re pushing yourself too hard.”

You smiled faintly. “Take a break? There’s a thesis that needs to be finished, Hyoma. There’s no such thing as a break.”

Hyoma rolled his eyes but kept smiling. “Then this is a mandatory break. Right now, you’re resting on my lap. The academic world can wait for five minutes.”

You smiled without opening your eyes. “Only five minutes? You’re being generous.”

Hyoma chuckled and continued to gently comb your hair with his fingers.

Hyoma: “You rest, I’ll watch sports news. But if you need something, just ask. Do you want a cup of tea or coffee?”

You turned your head slightly and nestled further into his lap. “I don’t want anything right now. Let’s just stay like this.”

Hyoma smiled again. “Alright, we’ll do that. But after you rest, I’ll make you dinner. You’ve earned a special reward today.”

You mumbled without opening your eyes. “If you make pasta, we’re good.”

Hyoma laughed lightly and kissed your forehead.

Hyoma: “Deal. But your pasta will be like gourmet pasta.”

You just smiled. For you, the most important thing in that moment was feeling safe and peaceful next to Hyoma. And the best place to rest was on his lap.

When Hyoma saw that you had fallen asleep on his lap, he smiled softly. After one last gentle stroke through your hair, he slowly moved, trying not to disturb you. He carefully placed you back on the couch, covered you with a blanket, and headed toward the kitchen.

Murmuring to himself, he said, “Pasta, huh… Okay, my dear, I’ll make the best one.”

He rummaged through the cupboards, pulling out spaghetti and ingredients. Olive oil, tomato sauce, a few spices… and fresh vegetables from the fridge. He mumbled quietly as he worked.

Hyoma: “Maybe some parmesan too. Alright, time for a little chef show.”

He put water in a pot and placed it on the stove, adding a little salt. As the pasta cooked, he put a pan on the stove for the sauce. He heated olive oil and finely chopped fresh garlic, which he added to the pan. Soon, the delicious smells began to fill the kitchen, changing the atmosphere in the living room.

You were lying on the couch, but the smell wafting in from the kitchen made you stir.

You mumbled, “Hyoma… he’s really making pasta.”

Meanwhile, Hyoma was adding tomato sauce to the garlic in the pan, sprinkling in basil and black pepper. Within minutes, you could hear the soft crackling and boiling sounds coming from the kitchen, completely waking you up. You threw the blanket off and walked to the kitchen.

You leaned against the doorframe, watching him.

“You left without waking me. What are you making, Chef?”

Hyoma turned around, smiling.

“I’m creating a miracle. I’m making the best pasta in the world, just for you.”

You laughed. “Let’s see about that. Need any help?”

Hyoma quickly raised his hand.

“Mind you don’t! Today, you’re just going to sit back and enjoy. You need to rest, madam.”

You smiled and sat down in a chair. “Alright, Chef Hyoma. I’ll watch you.”

Hyoma drained the pasta, then mixed it with the sauce. He topped it with fresh parmesan and plated it. When he handed you one of the plates, he wore a proud expression.

Hyoma: “Here you go, my masterpiece. Chef Hyoma’s special pasta.”

You took a bite, and your eyes widened.

Y/N: “Hyoma! This is amazing. I’m not joking.”

Hyoma chuckled, shrugging his shoulders. “I told you. Even if I’m not a footballer anymore, I could make a living as a chef.”

You both laughed as you started eating. In the kitchen, only the sounds of forks and your sweet conversation could be heard. This little gesture made you forget all your exhaustion. However, Hyoma’s idea of quitting football slightly dampened your mood.

Y/N: “So, you’re not going to continue with football?”

Hyoma: “I don’t know. I’m scared because of my knee.”

You slowly placed your fork down and looked at Hyoma. You locked your eyes with his, which were a fiery red.

Y/N: “Hyoma… Football is your life. Are you really thinking about quitting?”

Hyoma shrugged. “I don’t know. The injury is always on my mind. What if it happens again? I’m afraid I won’t be able to give my all on the field.”

You got up from your chair and walked over to him. You placed your hands on his shoulders, gently turning him to face you.

Y/N: “Look, Hyoma, I understand your fears. But quitting football will leave a hole in your soul. Your knee is getting better, right? You’re still doing physical therapy.”

Hyoma nodded in agreement. “Yes, the doctor says it’s going well. But still… what if I get injured again?”

You took his hands and squeezed them tightly.

Y/N: “There’s always a risk. But you love being on the field. Don’t lose that passion. If you don’t want to feel the grass again or run towards the goal, that’s another story. But quitting means letting your fears win. You’re stronger than that.”

Hyoma stayed silent for a moment, then smiled faintly.

Hyoma: “When you talk like that, I feel braver. But…”

You interrupted him.

“There’s no ‘but.’ No matter what, I’m by your side. Whether on or off the field, I’ll be with you. You love football, Hyoma. Never forget that.”

Hyoma looked at you with gratitude, kissing your hands.

Hyoma: “Alright. I won’t give up. But if it doesn’t work out this time, I’ll really think about quitting.”

You smiled as you answered.

“Then give it your all. At least you won’t regret it. And remember, you’re not just my hero, you’re a star everyone admires on the field.”

Hyoma nodded, pulling you into a tight embrace.

Hyoma: “Thank you, Y/N. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

You smiled again.

“As long as you listen to me, there’s no problem, my hero. You’re my forward. In my heart, you’re the best forward in the world.”

Hyoma smiled at your words and hugged you tighter.

Hyoma: “Forward, huh? Then I’ll do whatever it takes to protect you on the field.”

You joked with your boyfriend.

“Then when you score, the whole team will have to celebrate with you!”

Hyoma tilted his head slightly, focusing his eyes on you.

“Scoring a goal, or making you happy, is a reward for me. But being with you is more valuable than anything.”

You looked into your boyfriend’s fiery red eyes.

Y/N: “Then always stay forward, Hyoma. But in my heart, you’re always the one who scores the only goal.”

Hyoma gently stroked your face as he replied.

Hyoma: “I’ll fight for you always, Y/N. I want to score the highest points in your heart.”

You smiled with pride, leaning your head on Hyoma’s shoulder.

Y/N: “That’s why I love you, my one and only forward.”

Hyoma smiled warmly and tightened his embrace.

[orangeocelotmartyn]

Part Four of Four ? Of the Ren, Apo, and Martyn drama

Apo's Confrontation

One | Two | Three | Four

Ren: Why have we come so deep into the unknown? I'm very concerned! Apo: (sighs) Ren, the other day-- Ren: Yes? Apo: I overheard you and the Lieutenant talking about some stuff. Ren: What did you overhear? Apo: It was, it was really weird, and it was really concerning honestly, because I heard you talking about…potentially trading rats for stuff? Ren: (laughs) Apo: Now, I don't--I hope my mind doesn't deceive me here, um. Because, you know. Rats can overhear some things. But if it were to be true…I'd like for you to explain yourself. Ren: Young Apo, not everything that rat ears hears is true. This is something that one learns, as one ages and becomes wise in the world of the rat brain aging…situation. Apo: Okay, then what did you say, what did you say…to be so worried, to dismiss me about. Ren: Well. I was going to tell the entire crew tomorrow…before we headed off, but. I can tell you now. Let's just make sure that there's nobody watching…okay. There's nobody watching. It is just us. I can reveal to you…what I was talking about. The plan for the La Sangria, is to travel to the port of London…and then to finally stop off at the port of Mauritius. Which is a wonderful island, off the east coast of Africa. Now, at the port of Mauritius, my cousin Basil has set up a wonderful facility, known as a…a…uh, (laughs) Apo: Uh huh. Ren: Wait, it's coming to me. I've had many sangrias tonight, okay? Apo: I know. I know you have, Captain. Ren: It is a most wonderful and amazing facility that he has built. An all inclusive, joyous place, it is called the "Rat Lotus," and he has asked me to bring forth to him!…so-some first customers. Customers have that not seen any of the propaganda out there that say that the Rat Lotus is a terrible place to go. They've not been…confounded by the newspapers saying the terrible and dangerous hotel! No, it is the greatest hotel that has ever been created. And my--my cousin Basil needs some customers, so. He has offered me a crate of the finest sangria the world has ever seen…for a crate of customers. And so, that is the plan. Apo: But-but we already have…a lovely hotel here. We just gotta save it. Ren: Well…this is a lovely hotel, but have you ever been to Mauritius? Apo:…no. Ren: Well, let me tell you, th-the sands of Mauritius are the most beautiful sands you've ever seen. As are the-the rats that live there the most beautiful and most amazing rats that you have ever laid your ratty eyes upon. It is the most magnificent hotel, the Rat Lotus…shall go down in history as the greatest hotel that has ever hoteled. And it needs customers! And I need sangria, so. That's the trade. Customers for sangria.

Apo: Mm. Can you…I'm still a little worried. Can you promise that on-on this-on this boat ride, that no rat will get hurt? Ren: There will be nothing but joy and wonderful moments to be had for all of those-- Apo: Can you promise that no rats will get hurt? Ren: No rats shall be harmed, and they shall enjoy the most magnificent holiday from a holiday that they have ever holidayed in, in their entire lives. Although, I hope their wallets are full, because the Rat Lotus is quite an expensive, uh, quite an expensive place. Apo: Because as you do know, a Captain's word is the only thing he actually has. It's his most important, deepest thing. Ren: It is. Apo: (becoming more passionate) Without his word, he's not, he's not a Captain, he's just…well, he's just scum. Ren: I promised you I would make us a boat-- Apo: And you wouldn't be scum-- Ren: --to take us out of this Paris, I have done it, have I not? Have I lied once in my time at this hotel, I think not. Nor have I ever lied--ever as a Captain! (five seconds silence) I give you my word. Apo: Well, if you-if you are lying…and. And I wasn't mishearing you… Whatever happened on your last ship, whether you didn't trust your crew, or maybe they didn't trust you. I just want you to know to never break my trust. Because I do trust you. Ren: That's good to know. Apo: And. If you break it, I'll make sure to cut you down where you stand, Captain. Ren: Well, that goes without saying on the high seas, we play by different rules. And I accept my fate. Apo: Just like how I did to Martyn. I'll do to you. Ren: I accept my fate. Apo: Make sure you don't hurt anybody. Ren: If I betray you, I shall betray my neck! And I shall present it to you for sliceage. No questions asked! Apo: Now lets go to this Rat Lotus place that you…that you wanna go to. Ren: Yes, Uncle Basil will be very pleased. Quite a few of these rats are quite wealthy. As long as they bring a-a good amount of pocket money to the Rat Lotus, they will have the most magnificent holiday they could ever imagine! (four seconds silence) Apo: Okay. Ren: Excellent! Apo: Also! I hid all of your sangria, so. Good luck. Ren: (laughs) Well, Uncle Basil is going to set us up with crates and crates of the stuff, Apo, we will have sangria for the next three years! Apo: Until then, you're off the sangria. (Ren laughs) You may have no more. You can go check, but I've hid it all. Ren: You've hid my sangria, how could you?! Although, to be fair, we do need to sail that ship without a rudder or a wheel tomorrow. So. The less sangria the better. We need to get the customers to Uncle Basil. (three seconds silence) Apo: Good luck, Captain. Ren: Thank you Apo. We'll see you tomorrow in the La Sangria! Apo: We will. Ren: (muted) Oh my dearest fleas, that Apo is very, very observant, is he not? He managed to see through the ruse! (aside) We need some cheese. Let us escape into the--the bowels of the La Sangria. The great vessel that shall be taking us across the seas tomorrow and hopefully delivering a handful of--wealthy customers to my Uncle Basil.

[hihimihwa]

OMORI in PJO

Omori characters as demigods with very complicated family drama for some reason

Let's start happy- Kel and Hero are both sons of Apollo with different mortal parents who... married each other. So like the they're step siblings in the mortal side but also siblings in the Godly side 😭 Their Mama, with Aphrodite's gift passed down, fell in love with Apollo first, giving birth to Hero. Papa got mad for a bit but he also fell in love with Apollo and brought Kel. Orrr they met after getting kids, and became a couple as exes of Apollo, but I thought the former was funnier.

Kel, child of Apollo, Legacy of Hephaestus

Has the gift of Archery, but he mostly uses his perfect aim for basketball. Pretty fast and athletic. Curses rhyming couplets speech on others for pranks hehehe

Really likes music(ref: his jukebox in his room) but doesn't sing or play instruments much. Or well, he doesn't sing the lyrics- he keeps forgetting them lol

Can't heal, but his fast recovery(slightly more than average demigods) makes up for the random injuries he keeps getting running around

This applies to Hero too but they can't lie. They might get better in the future but rn, everyone's alive timeline, they suck at lying(ref: the poker game photos)

I actually added the Hephaestus thing last minute. It's pretty far down the family tree, so the only thing he inherited was speaking to machines(ref: the rock hector) no Kel, the messiness wasn't passed down, stop blaming your great great grandfather.

Hero, child of Apollo, legacy of Aphrodite

Their mother is from a legacy of Aphrodite, so not only did he get Apollo's gift of healing from his fatherly side, he also got Charmspeak from his motherly side.

Since he's naturally good at music, he learnt that one piano piece from Mari very quickly. I have a headcanon that he can't sing but like it's a headcanon so you can ignore that if you want.

Unlike his lil brother and other demigod half siblings, he does NOT have any athletic abilities. Man will run for barely a minute and can't go on any longer. He sticks to healing ppl.

The one time he's actively trying to (nonserious)charm someone, Mari seems sooo unaffected lolol

Next- Sunny and Mari. Mari is a daughter of a mortal mother and demigod father of Poseidon.

Later on, though, Mommy fell in love with Hypnos(God of sleep) which was the beginning of Father's dislike for Sunny.

Sunny, child of Hypnos

Demigod powers were kept a secret from the kids bec that'd be admitting Mommy cheated. Sunny always had conscious and vivid dreams, thinking it was normal.

Later on, him and Mari are taught by Hecate bec of their good visualisation and memory, though Sunny used it for fun and battle while Mari only manipulated the mist to keep up her good student record at school. Ok wait shoot this supposed to be abt Sunny.

Uhhh when their demigod sides were revealed, Sunny used his power to manipulate his friends' dreams when they come to him for nightmares (ex: Aubrey, Basil.)

Mari, legacy of Poseidon

Ok yall are gonna be like "why didn't you make Mari child of Apollo instead of Kel and Hero" ok it's because she'd been more sporty before she started learning piano (i think?? Ok maybe that was more fanon than canon) but her piano skills had to be learned.

Her knee was bad for a while and bec of that she avoided swimming. That time Sunny was drowning, however, Mari didn't care and just jumped in to save him. Looky here, her knee healed up! Should've gone swimming sooner.

Can't control the water, can't stay dry, can't speak to animals, but they all like her so she'll never die of tsunamis and sharks. Can't drown either, but it still isn't a good idea to stay underwater for too long..

Actually no she can control a tiny sprinkle of water, just enough to make Iris messages or cause distractions. Or scare monsters into thinking she has more powers from Poseidon.

Aubrey, child of Zeus

Please don't just think I'm gonns make her like Thalia. I mean her mom's messed up too and they got the cool aesthetic and. Um. Sighs.

Latched onto Mari immediately bec of the Big Three Godly power attracting monsters. She's more powerful than her, being a direct daughter of Zeus, but respects her a lot ++

Can fly but she'd rather ride her motorbike. Bec of this, people thought she's a kid of Ares. The war god does wish she was his kid, but alas, he cannot adopt.

Hera hates her the most. The feeling is mutal.

Gives tiny shocks to Kel when he's annoying her. He always thought she was being too harsh on him, until he saw what she does to the real enemies. It's very dangerous to be in her vicinity when she's mad.

Basil, child of Dionysus

Thought he was a child of Demeter? So did he. IM SORRY DJWNDNSAHAHAH I thought it'd be hilarious. This isn't plot convenient, it's joke convenient.

""Basil.. My daughter- I mean, your mother died when you were so young.. Please forgive me for letting this happen.." Grandma held his hand sorrowfully.

"It's okay, I understand," Basil smiled kindly, all the while thinking his mom was a lesbian who fell in love with Demeter.

Has pretty powerful vine control. He only used his powers for battle and never for his planting hobby, so he didn't realise that his powers were limited to grapevines.

Besties with Aubrey, especially when she told him her home situation. Made all her mother's alcohol taste bad. Hates Hera along with her and calls her granny.

Extras:

Kim and Vance are children of Hermes. It's the catalyst for their mortal parents' divorce

Angel is a child of Ares. Again, I thought it was funny 👉👈 his sister(Artist) is completely mortal but can see through the mist, even ones made by other half-bloods

Charlene and her siblings are children of Hades. Doesn't she have 5 siblings? Hades what the heck.

Mikhael, Daphne, and Bowen are children of Athena. I did this for Mikhael's journey throughout the game, trying to find another talent to separate himself from his family. Absolutely hates his cap of invisibility.

Cris is a child of Poseidon, very cool and lowkey. Actually the one to tell him *not* to claim her bec swimming had been her favourite thing until she spiraled wondering if it was because she was a child of the sea god or if it was really her. :)

Mincy is a child of Demeter! :D she likes to use her powers to make places look prettier(ex:playground) and practice flower drawings.. and when she's on the art grind, she just summons a fruit to eat rq and continue. Gotta be careful, if she overworks herself, she gets artblock until the next spring.

Polly, all hail Polly, I heard ppl theorize that Sally from pjo was a daughter of Aphrodite so I'm gonna do that with her. Polly's a daughter of Aphrodite. Ofc she is.

[writtenbyrinnie]

ieyasu | forbidden tea˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆

★彡ieyasu x fem!reader

★彡 word count: 1,649!

★彡 sfw, fluff, kisses~

after a long and tiresome morning spent cleaning the azuchi castle, i was excited to finally visit ieyasu in his room. he had previously told me that he would be in his room all day, logging the new herbs he had acquired from the merchants. and that i was more than welcome to visit him anytime, if i wished to. so here i was, at his manor.

"my lady, please welcome in."

his maid welcomed me in as i bowed with a bashful smile. still wasnt used to getting called "my lady"...

"is the tea for ieyasu? im heading to his room, so I can take it if youd like." 

i asked, noticing the tray filled with tea leaves and a teaset. my curiosity and desire to help getting the best of me again...

"but my lady-"

"please, i insist."

i added, holding onto the free edges of the wooden tray. the maid seemed to have given in as we exchanged a smile, and she left the tray in my hands. bowing slightly as she returned to her duties.

i gently knocked on ieyasu's door shortly before entering with the tray in my hands. he seemed to be entirely focused on documenting the herbs that were messyly laid down on his desk. there was a slight crease between his brows and a concentrated look on his face as he adjusted his glasses. i wasnt aware he wore any up until this moment, but i would be lying if i said finding him like this wasnt cute.

his gaze remained on the paper for a few more moments before he slowly but surely raised his head, finally acknowledging my existence. the initial look of surprise quickly turned into a soft smile as his eyes met mine. i couldnt help but feel warm inside whenever he smiled so genuinely.

"i was starting to think you werent going to show up."

"well, not only did i show up, i also brought...tea!"

i said proudly as i laid the tray on the small table in the middle of the room. 

"thank you."

"no need to thank me, just continue your work and ill brew the tea~ then, when you're done, we can enjoy the tea together."

ieyasu nodded with a smile as he fixed his glasses once again and resumed his writing. it wasnt everyday that i got to see him and his desk covered by so many beautiful flowers and herbs. i was truly enjoying the view. 

i began adding the tea leaves to the teapot, being careful not to spill any. reaching for the hot water, my eyes landed on the handful of dried leaves placed inside a cotton cloth on the table. i gave it a sniff, and it smelled quite similar to basil. maybe i could add it to the tea.. to give it a mint like freshness? adding a small pinch of what i assumed to be dried basil to the tea pot, i begun to slowly pour the boiling water all over the leaves.

the rich, aromatic smell of freshly brewed tea began filling the room. ieyasu must have noticed it too. after briefly looking in my direction, he met my eyes with a soft smile as he continued finishing up his work.

after filling half of a cup, i took a small sip to make sure the basil flavor wasnt extreme. the basil i added perfectly complemented the high quality tea leaves, leaving a deliciously fresh taste on the tongue. i was excited for ieyasu to try it as well, growing a little impatient from waiting.

raising from the floor, i made my way over to his desk. his journal was filled with immensely detailed drawings of flowers, with the qualities of each written down in beautiful handwriting. i watched him work in awe, slowly lowering my head onto his shoulder. not sure if it was the scent of many flowers laid upon his desk rubbing on him or his scent alone, but he smelled awfully sweet.

"hm?"

ieyasu hummed in confusion when i placed a gentle peck on the smooth skin of his neck. giving me a side eye, he took off his glasses. it wasnt my intention to distract him, but i just couldnt have ignored the urge to kiss him when he stood there so perfectly.

"dont give me that look..."

with a guilty whine, i buried my face in the crook of his neck. it was partially due to my embarrassment and partially due to the fact that he smelled rather intoxicating.

cant a girl miss her lover..? I know i MAY be acting slightly clingy right now, but-...

"i will. you did that on purpose..."

"well,.. did it work..?"

i asked, raising my head to meet his gaze again. the edge of his lips curled a little, and with a casual tone, he answered.

"nope."

i knew it was a lie, and so did he. the second he had taken off his glasses marked the moment he had become too distracted to continue his work. but i played along still, knowing it would be near impossible to get him to admit that.

"the teas going to get cold."

"mhm."

"come on, take a break already..."

i sighed, tugging on his collar to urge him to get up. he eventually rose from his seat, rolling his eyes with a slight grin as he did so.

"hm, whats gotten into you..? miss me much?"

ieyasu teased, a rather confused look on his face. (he wasnt used to her being impatient like this, especially over...tea? really..? not that he was going to complain...)

carefully, i began pouring the brew into the elegant tea cups as the fresh basil aroma began overflowing. ieayasu scrunched his nose, raising a brow at the unfamiliar but pleasant scent.

"what did you put into it? smells nice..."

"just some basil; it smells fresh, doesnt it?"

"basil..? from where?"

ieayasu seemed puzzled, his expression slowly evolving into one of surprise as i pointed over to the remaining leaves on the cloth. taking a better sniff, his eyes widened further.

"i dont think thats...basil."

he leaned in with a somewhat worried look on his face, placing a strand of stray hair behind my ear.

"you look...a little red. do you feel feverish?"

"i mean...i feel slightly heated, but its probably just the tea making me feel hot."

i smiled sweetly as he caressed my cheek, the concern in his voice stressing me out a little.

"why..? am i not allowed to turn into a blushy mess around you anymore?"

i teased, feeling his thumb grace over my lips, reminding me how much I had actually missed his touch. that managed to earn a chuckle from him.

"you know thats not what i meant, ...idiot."

the crease in between his brows had softened, but his expression still remained firm. i felt his gaze fall onto my lips for a second before he sighed, looking away, the faintest blush on his ears.

"give me a second; i just want to be sure..."

he muttered before taking the cloth filled with basil leaves over to his desk. flipping the pages of his journal swiftly as he scanned them with his eyes. i couldnt help but pout and sit there, upset at the sudden loss of physical contact and intimacy as i watched him.

he rubbed his temples briefly before closing the journal and looking back at me.

"whats wrong?"

i asked, tilting my head to the side as i tried to gauge his expression. 

i mean...even if what i added wasnt basil, it couldnt have been anything poisonous or bad. after all, ieyasu only keeps medicinal herbs around...right? not me dying from drinking tea...haha...ha.

"nothing. well-... uhhh, nothing important."

ieyasu scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, avoiding my gaze as his ears grew redder. which only left me with more confusion than ever... he walked over, plopping down next to me on the tatami floor. 

"care to elaborate on the 'nothing important' part?"

"nothing important, as in...sadly, you'll live."

he chuckled a little, pulling me closer as i rolled my eyes.

"just...stay the night; ill help your fever die down."

"that sounded...oddly...inappropriate."

"im quite serious though. thats what you get for messing around with plants you dont know the effects of."

my face immediately flushed deep red when i felt his breath hit my ear. speaking in a low tone, he added...

"ahem, you see... those leaves you added, happen to have a... aphrodisiac side effect."

ive never wanted to evaporate this bad..i felt my face burn up with embarrassment, and for a moment it actually did feel like i couldve evaporated if i got any hotter.

"and as much as id love to believe that i was the one making you feel all hot and bothered, its probably your forbidden tea concoction. so, stay the night."

ieayasu added as he pulled himself back to give me a much needed breather. his last sentence had etched itself into my brain in a way so inappopriate that my mind had already begun making up outrageously lewd scenarios. i slapped my cheeks to regain whatever composure i had remained and turned to him. my body involuntarily itching to stay closer to him.

"why do you-..?!...even have aphrodisiacs in here..."

ieyasu cleared his throat, blushing slightly.

"hey-.., they are also considered medications, you know..."

he protested, fixing his already wide enough collar with one hand as he placed the other on my waist. even such a simple gesture was enough to get my imagination running wild again, letting myself get pulled closer and closer.

"youre practically burning up."

"yeah no shit sherlock."

"sher-.....who..?"

"f-forget it..!"

ieayasu, rolled his eyes, but the corner of his lips had begun turning into a smile when he felt my arms wrap around his neck.

"geez, soo needy..."

"shut up."

there goes my first ever english fic...im feeling pretty anxious about posting this, since im not confident in my english nor my writing abilities BUT...i guess i had to start somewhere :;(∩´﹏`∩);: 🌷

[bluelancess]

Untouchable | Elriel fic part 1/3

Summary: The inner circle is having one of their usual dinner parties, during which Azriel can't help but shoot death glares to Lucien across the table, Elain is the only one who manages to calm him down.

Tags: secret meetings, forbidden love, secret relationship

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Chapter 1: This is falling in love in the cruelest way

The Townhouse was exceptionally quiet today, the only sound filling its empty walls came from Elain’s soft humming in the kitchen. It was a melody she had heard a couple of days back while strolling along Velaris’ farmer’s market. She thought it was sweet, sounded almost a little magical to her ears, she had stopped on her tracks to give her full attention to the street performers, marveling at the way their expert fingers played the instruments, and at how they could attract a large crowd after  only playing a single enchanting note. She was most definitely not doing the song justice, but humming helped her keep her mind away from dangerous black holes that always threatened to swallow her whole, the same way baking and gardening did. 

She was adamant on never letting her mind take her away again. 

Ever.

Elain put the final touches to the delicious meal she was cooking for dinner, and cleaned the palms of her hands on the front part of her light-blue apron. Roasted rosemary potatoes, grilled chicken with lemon zest, honey and mustard, various vegetables she had seasoned earlier; broccoli, peas, a tomato salad with basil and olive oil. 

Cooking kept her busy and occupied most of the time. And it filled her with joy to be able to be helpful in any way she could. Besides, today was one of the Inner Circle’s weekly dinner meeting. Rhysand made it almost mandatory, and considering everyone was busy doing their own thing nowadays, having an afternoon where they could catch up on everything else other than work-related subjects, was a refreshing change. 

Elain had dessert finishing baking in the oven, a blueberry crust pie she was going to  serve alongside some vanilla ice-cream and whipped cream, when Nuala and Cerridwen entered the kitchen, both walked as silently as a ghost would. It used to perturbe Elain at the beginning, them being so silent, but with time she had gotten used to their presence, their company. 

“The table is set,” Nuala said. “We can finish up here.” 

“Thank you,” Elain smiled at her, and slowly removed her apron. Cerridwen extended her hand towards her, so Elain could hand her the clothing item covered in flower. “Is Feyre still asleep?” 

Nuala nodded softly. “She and the babe, both.” 

Elain chewed on her lower lip, concealing the smile that had formed after picturing the image in her head. Feyre lying on her bed, Nyx resting on top on her chest, the tiny wings tucked in, his little chubby hands holding onto Feyre’s gown like he used to do when he slept in that position as if scared Feyre might put him in his crib as soon as he fell asleep. 

“I’ll go change,” Elain told them both, “then I can check up on them.” 

“We’ll clean up here.”

“Thank you.” 

With that, Elain exited the kitchen, and took slow, soft steps towards the stairs. She had already chosen the gown she would wear for dinner. A lavender satiny dress that hugged her curves in all the right places, with hug shoulders, long slit sleeves and a cirde skirt that reached a little under her ankles that flowed when she walked, making her her feel like a real-life fairytale princess. It was her favorite dress as of late. She hadn’t worn it for other people yet, she was waiting for an special occasion. 

This seemed like the right time. 

Considering Az would be here any minute. 

Just thinking about the Shadowsinger brought a wave of unbearable heat cursing through her, warming up her cheeks, her neck, her ears. She needed to learn to control herself, if she wanted whatever was going on between them to remain private. 

Any time she stopped to remember they way Az had looked that one night he came knocking on her window at three in the morning, her whole body shivered, the memory carefully stored in a special place in her heart. It had been the night everything shifted, everything changed, for her. For Azriel. 

No one knew about it. 

No one could. 

Elain had been awake twisting and turning on the sheets, as per usual since their moment at the Winter Solstice, that cursed night that some days, the bad days, she wanted to desperately forget. Forget the way he had touched her and made her light up with so much want, so much need… She had never felt so alive before. Only to end with him pushing her away, such a regretful look in his eyes, telling her that it had been a mistake. But then… there were the good days, those days were she thought about him and hoped, prayed to whatever had interest in hearing her pleas, to have a second chance. To ask him all the questions roaming her head. All the doubts eating at her. 

She never imagined he was feeling the same way. 

But then, as if he were almost as desperate as her, he’d come in the middle of the night, looking like he’d also had been tossing and turning, so many sleepless night catching up to him. She opened the window with her heart on her throat, and he whispered to her to come with him. Only for a moment. He begged with his eyes, a desperation that was so painfully palpable, Elain’s whole chest squeezed at the sight of it. 

Breathless, she took his hand that night. 

It was the first time he took her flying, just for the fun of it. They had made it a habit now. He would knock on her window, she would open it, and he would scoop her in his arms, kiss her brow and marvel at her laughs when he would take off, holding her close to him, showing her the sky. It was those moments, that made Elain feel like she was actually free. 

Elain opened the door to her bedroom, and froze at the threshold, her brown eyes going wide, her traitorous heart beating so fast it reverberated in her ears. 

Azriel brought his index fingers to his lips and it was pure luck she didn't scream when she saw him; sprawled on her bed, boots still on, his wings so big they barely fit the mattress. She licked her lower lip, feet glued to the floor. He looked at her like he wanted to eat her alive, and Elain’s cheeks warmed up. He chuckled, darkly, softly and motioned for her to come forward with his hand, she shook her head like she couldn't believe what he was doing. 

After taking a deep breath, Elain quickly looked over her shoulder before closing the door behind her. She didn’t have time to give a single step, before Azriel got to his feet, and closed the space between them in two exact and calculated steps. 

“You’re insane,” she breathed, lifting her head to look at him in the eyes, he was so tall, it never stoped amazing her, so tall, and so beautiful. Azriel hands went to her cheeks, holding her so gently as if he were scared to hurt her. 

“I missed you,” he simply replied, lifting a shoulder, one of his thumbs caressing her lower lip, his face getting nearer to hers, she could almost taste him. After a couple of weeks meeting in secret, delighting herself with his company, Elain had realized that Azriel liked to tease her. So much. He liked to take things so painfully slow, until she was barely breathing and begging him to touch her, to kiss her, to give her everything. “Just thinking about the fact that I have to sit on that dinner table, unable to touch you for hours, was driving me crazy.” 

Azriel left a phantom kiss on her right cheekbone, then moved to the bridge of her nose. Elain closed her eyes at the contact, savoring the feel of him. Her hands roaming him from his shoulders, down to the muscles of his chest. She loved the way his Illyrian leathers felt under her fingertips. She dreamed of the day she finally would have the opportunity to peel them off of him.

But she couldn’t. They couldn’t. 

Not yet. 

It was too risky, everyone would to know they had been together, their scents would mix, there would be no denying it. And although Azriel was usually cocky and confident when it came to the fact the he most definitely would win a blood duel against Lucien, she couldn't even fathom the idea of Az risking his life in that matter for her. Az kept distributing tiny kisses along her face, like he wanted to pain it all with his lips. It was certainly torture having to wait until they were finally free to fall into the lust consuming their bodies, their souls. But she was completely sure it’d be worth the wait. 

“So you decided to cheat and get a little taste before dinner?” She asked, and he hummed, as he kissed her eyelids, the tip of her nose, the right corner of her mouth. So soft, so gentle. 

“Hmm,” he muttered, “I was actually hoping you wanted to skip dinner altogether.” 

“Because that wouldn’t be suspicious.” He kissed the left corner of her mouth now, and a groan left Elain’s throat, Azriel ignored it and moved down to her jaw. “How long have you been here anyway?” 

“About half an hour,” he replied, voice low, no more than a rumble, but she heard it perfectly, felt it everywhere. He kissed right under her earlobe and Elain bit her lower lip hard, tying to conceal the moan escaping her. “You smell so good.” 

She melted against him the the words, reality crashing into her like a hard wave. Remembering where they were, who that house belonged to. 

“Rhys could get home any minute,” she breathed, he groaned at the name of another male leaving her mouth when he was licking up the column of her neck, her hands grasping his uniform as if she needed it to remain standing. Cauldron, he was killing her. 

“I don’t care,” Azriel replied, sucking gently at the sensitive, pale skin, his hands angling her head, exposing her neck just the way he wanted, the way he needed. “Maybe I should just leave a mark right here,” he whispered, and gently kissed right under her jaw. “Everyone can come to their own conclusions.”

“You wouldn’t.” She teased him, somehow, for some reason, the idea sparked something in her, something feral. She wanted him to claim her, to show everyone that she was his and he was hers. 

That they had chosen one another. 

Damn the consequences. 

 “Someday I will.” He told her, making it sound like a threat. He couldn’t hide the smile of surprise when she let out a breathy moan, as if she could just picture the idea in her head and loved it. 

Elain was about to just grab his beautiful face, get on her tippy toes, and steal a long kiss from his lips, when Azriel stepped away from her, so fast she almost lost her balance. A knock on the door had her spine straightening, her heart jumping. 

“El, are you there?” Feyre. It was her sister’s voice, still sleepy from the nap she had been taking with Nyx. 

She turned around, the door was behind her, she had been pressed against the wood by Azriel's solid body. She swallowed hard, running her fingers through her hair, her face, her neck, she could still feel Azriel lips on her skin, the wet strokes of his tongue, the little painless bites. She was definitely flushed. 

She looked over her shoulder, Azriel was nowhere to be seen, but in the corner of the room, right under the door that connected to her dressing room, a little shadow was peaking, sharp like a knife, as if getting ready to attack if she needed it to. 

“Elain?” Feyre knocked again, and Elain forced herself to take one, two long breaths before turning the knob and opening the door. 

“Sorry,” she told her sister. “I was about to change my clothes. They’re covered in food... you know, from cooking and all that.” 

Feyre yawned, her eyes were glassy and her cheeks rosy from sleep, Elain tried to block the view of the inside of her rooms, just to be sure. But Feyre ignored it, putting one of her hands on her sister’s shoulders and going inside, to lay face first on the bed. 

“Dinner smells so good,” Feyre murmured. “I’m so hungry the smell woke me up. Also, Nyx started to cry. He was hungry too.” 

“You had a good nap?” Elain asked, her voice sounded strange even to herself, but Feyre didn’t seem to notice anything out of the ordinary. 

“Yes, I needed it.” After a beat, Feyre sat on the bed and looked at Elain, the relaxed look on her face from the last couple of seconds going away in a blink. “Actually, I came to talk to you about something.” 

Elain took a couple steps towards her sister, sitting beside her on the side of the bed. “What happened?”

“I just spoke with Rhys, mainly to asked him what time he was coming home for dinner, and he mentioned to me Lucien is in the city. He came because he has some reports he need to give Rhys, and …” Feyre grimaced, she looked worried, almost guilty. “I know it makes you uncomfortable, so I told him to not even think about bringing him tonight before asking you.” 

Elain couldn’t hear anything. Couldn’t breathe. 

She hated this. Hated that cursed mating bond so much. 

All she wanted was to be free of that male, but it was like he didn’t know when to give up. No matter how many hints she sent his way, or the fact that she made it her mission to stay as far away from him as possible. He wouldn’t budge. 

She couldn’t understand how he could continue to pursue her, knowing that it wouldn’t get him anywhere. Lucien couldn’t be so naive to believe she’d change her mind with a couple of expensive gifts and awkward dinner parties where he didn’t even make the effort to see her, understand her. 

But, even if she wanted to say no, this wasn’t her house. Not really. 

It was her sister’s, and her mate’s. She was living there because they were kind enough to let her. Because they cared about her, yes, but that didn’t mean that sometimes, she wished she could have something that was entirely hers. 

Just hers. 

“Lucien is your friend, I don’t want you to not invite him because of me,” the words tasted wrong on the mouth, and the shadows slowly started gathering in the corners of the room, like steam from a boiling pot. 

“Are you sure?” Feyre’s face changed, glowing, “You don’t have to talk to him if you don’t want to, I don’t want to ruin your night.” 

“You won’t. It’s fine.” She tried to give her sister a smile. The truth was, at this point, after everything Feyre had done for her and their family, Elain was willing to do, to endure, absolutely anything for her sister. It was the least she could do. 

No sacrifice seemed great enough. Not after everything Feyre had lost, suffered through for them. For her. 

She could be an adult and enjoy one evening with Lucien. Put on a smile, pretend everything was perfect and delicious, and she was happy. Because she was happy. More than ever. She just had to remind herself that once the dinner party was over, and the guests went home, she could return to her little room, and maybe, just maybe, Azriel would be waiting for her. 

And if he was, she’d ask him to take her flying. 

Feyre threw her arms around her sister and kissed her temple. 

“Everyone is getting here in fifteen minutes.” Feyre stood up from the bed and walked towards the door. “I’ll see you downstairs.” 

Elain closed the door as soon as her sister left, and rested her forehead on the cool wood. She felt the spymaster presence at her back, his eyes piercing, his shadows surrounding the four walls of her rooms like he wanted to keep her there, all to himself.

“Did you know he was on the city?” She asked softly, turning around to see him standing right outside her dressing room. 

Azriel shook his head. 

“Rhys ordered me to take care of other business today,” he replied, his voice lethal, scarred hands curling into tight balls, shoulders tense. She approached him, and softly put the pads on her fingers in his hands, willing them to relax, to open up for her and let her in, hold her. 

“It’ll be okay.” 

“I can’t stand it,” he groaned. “I can’t stand the way he looks at you. The smell—“ Azriel took her hands into his, closing his fingers around hers tight, the muscle on his jaw flexing. 

“It’s not easy for me either.” 

“Then let’s not go,” he looked at her like he wanted to whisk her away, show her everything, run and run until no one knew who they were. "Let's go somewhere else, just you and me."

“Az…” His name sounded so charged coming from her lips, like a prayer, a promise, the sweetest of secrets, something she only said when it was the two of them, alone. “We can’t.” 

He let out a long sigh, and rested his chin on top of her head. 

“Don’t ask me to be nice, then,” he said.

“I wasn’t going to.” 

“Good.” 

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this is going to be a 3 part little one shot so enjoy <3

[straws-and-sunflowers]

“No, no, no, no, no, no- NO. No Straw Hat. NO….!”

Trafalgar took a deep breath and then exhaled shakily, threading ruined painted Basil’s through dark tresses of ebony and incidentally knocking off his hat.

It was one of those damn days again.

There was an edge to his voice, and his feet moved by his own accord, clacking back with each slightly staggering thump of his boots.

“Don’t do this- don’t SAY..that….just-just-just stop it. Stop IT.”

The rubber man’s smaller hand reached- but never made contact when the gentle point of contact was disregarded with a sharp smack of Law’s hand flying out to send it away.

“You need to stop saying such-such impossible things, Luffy- I’m sick of it. And I’m getting sick of YOU. Listen to me- were are not having fun- and you are NOT- YOU ARE NOT..happy to see me- because if you’re happy- then- then that just- fucks everything up-! No-NO- I can see the gears in your turning don’t you dare open your mouth.”

Making a zipping motion with a physical jerk of his body, the Surgeon retreated a few more steps and held his head.

“I-I…I can’t listen to you praise me dammit..I don’t want to hear anything about us, we, whatever. I…I…you don’t know what you’re talking about when you say you love me- and you don’t fucking get it when you say you wanna be by my side always- I can’t STAND IT! Stop acting like this- all smiley and dopey- it’s so fucking fake! You’re just lying through your teeth…I’m just a whim to you damn it- another flirting pleasure and would you-STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT!”

Chest heaving, the older man’s eyes stung at the look of hurt flashing across the younger pirate’s complexion and felt a swelling in his ribs that burned.

“Stop it Straw Hat….stop making me question everything I know…stop it..stop it! STOP IT!!”

A few splatters of tears and his vision blurred and he swayed.

“WHO THE HELL COULD EVER WANT SOMEONE LIKE ME HUH?? HAVE YOU EVEN TAKEN A LOOK?! DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT I AM?! JUST GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE WOULD YOU- YOU’RE SO ANNOYINGLY PERSISTENT! IT’S INFURIATING- DON’T WAIT AROUND FOR SOMEONE LIKE ME-!!

Dropping his flailing arms he took a few more steps back and then breathed.

“…..please….just…stop..stop looking for me.”

(Ignore how out of character it is)

[fxllensouls]

▶▶️ basil!!

Past / future meme

(Because the souls are dead and cannot grow up, I decided to draw little glimpses into what their futures could’ve looked like had they not fallen down the Forbidden Mountain <3 so have a college student Basil)

[le-trash-prince]

This Love Doesn’t Have Long Beans Episode 8 Thoughts

God the look on Oab’s face when they’re lying in bed together… it’s like he’s saying goodbye

He really waited all this time for Plawan to come clean with him and Plawan never said anything 😭 

Oh this hurts

Oab wandering drunk in the tain while Plawan curls up naked on the floor shfjfjf

METHAS BEING A GIDDY LITTLE SHIT

PLAWAN JUST SITTING THERE CRYING WHILE METHAS IS CELEBRATING I CANT

“Did I do something wrong?” A man incapable of reading the room shfjjff

I was wondering why Plawan needed so much time to pack but oh my god he’s saving the garden 😭😭😭

PUNSIBNUENG SAVING ME FROM ALL THIS DRAMA

Oab really yeeted and left everything behind ahdjfjf

Do I not deserve MethasJJ angsting scenes amidst all this OabPlawan angst

JJ PREPARED MULTIPLE RESIGNATION LETTERS BC HE KNEW METHAS TOO WELL IM DYING SHFNF

JJ standing there saying all the reasons he can’t be with Methas and Methas is just 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 “You’re attracted to me?” Help he’s such a dumbass I love him

Plawan admitting what JJ has known all along, that he’s not interested in the entertainment industry at all

Sorry all my thoughts stopped because of MethasJJ

WAIT THEIR FIRST KISS AHDJFJFJJFF I’M POPPING CHAMPAGNE

OK I’m ready again

I love Methas’ greasy little laugh and the fact that you can always recognize him by his shoes

JJ looks so cute in the waiter uniform…

DID OAB OPEN A RIVAL RESTAURANT SHDJFNFNFNBFF WHAT IS THIS

no one in this show knows how to be normal

Methas waiting for JJ to finish work like Methas is the trophy wife 😭😭😭

I love MethasJJ dating era…

METHAS IS SO FUCKING EXTRA I CAN’T

THE FUCKING RAMEN HELP

Pon is so pretty…

The angst coming through in this scene is giving BL manga vibes, it’s that poignant

OH THIS IS THE SCENE WHERE THE RAMEN GETS KNOCKED ON THE FLOOR

THE TITTIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE METHASJJ LOVE SCENE SHFJFJSHDHFJF

GLUEING IT TO MY EYEBALLS AND ALSO WISHING IT WERE THREE TIMES AS LONG HRFHGHFJFJF

I’m crying at Plawan getting blinded by JJ’s ring

Oab and Methas the world’s worst in-laws

ngl I have expected Plawan to have a fucking basil seedling in that ring box

This show was a hot mess the whole way through and I had a great fucking time. Also I’m gonna cry if BenzGarfield don’t get back on my screen pronto 😭😭😭

[tomorrowsgardennc]

how do i do this again? oh yeh...

garden update // august 20th 2024

the pollinator garden that was literally a "toss seeds and see what happens shrug emoji" has officially reached covering-the-view'of-the-house stage. eventually over the course of this fall and winter we will add a fence and plant perennials instead of whatever annual flower seeds i had lying around. asters are popping up in the shade of them all which i find funny since asters prefer cooler weather.

speaking of cooler weather... from the first bit of fall seeds i started i find the interesting germination contrast of saved seeds (not even my saved seeds, a friends) dwarf siberian kale versus bought online. the left was the saved seeds 📝👀 her's grew 10 minutes from my house, the one bought online was from a big boi store further up north. and these did hit 90°+ weather too, which technically was bad BUT not for the seeds that are all "yeh, we know how crazy this weather is nbd 😎"

my favorite basil ever, the spicy globe basil, is finally bolting for seed. i kept harvesting just one bush so i could get seeds sooner rather than later. okra is doing great, too. still giving off flowers and already got a first batch of dried okra for the seeds. i let the okra dry on the plant itself to ensure the most energy gets into those suckers as much as possible.

ok, so i'll start a separate thread for my quest for a frog pond, but i plan on putting it in the middle of the large square bed. everyone, even hubs, was like why big square you cant reach the middle and i was like it fits the space though!! but they were all right, hurts my back trying to reach the middle and tripping over the plants defeats the purpose. but it fits so nicely in the spot!! so frog pond will go in middle, around it is brassicas during the winter, then 2025 is purple tomatillo, 2026 is corn, 2027 okra, and then repeat indefinitely. so tall plants to shade it during the summer, and short plants so it gets plenty of sun in the winter. should be ok right?????? also i have yet to plant my prickly pear cactus because i legit dunno where to put them. i keep moving them around the garden and just not loving wherever they go. ughs.

peppers are almost done, so fall must be around the corner. but don't worry, tomorrow i'm going to dig up most of them and overwinter in the greenhouse. hawks claw totally, cayenne probably not because they had such stunted growth, lemon drop totally not because i have too many, but totes the giant marconi because that's my favorite sweet pepper so far. haven't tried many sweet pepper varieties though, and would love to grow an heirloom not a hybrid. my purple bells still haven't produced anything 😭 but i'll wait to pull those at the last minute... just in case...

lots to do this week. tomorrow is a false fall day, so going to spend it all outside and enjoy it 💚

[thescarlettbitch]

Craft a Good Luck Spell With Me!

Hey, I'm Red. I'm currently in the process of trying to find a place to live and also a new job, so I'm trying to make a spell jar/candle that is going to provide a boost in luck.

Pick a vessel and intention - a spell can be anything, a sugar scrub, candle, jar, food, oil, etc etc etc, and it can be for anything, good luck, career boost, money attraction, protection, etc etc etc.

Find Ingredients - I have a word doc of a bunch if different herbs, foods, flowers, crystals, animals, etc and their correspondences. If you don't have something like that (which is totally fine and normal) a simple Google search will do. My advice would be to jot down a list, and then go back through and Google each individual herb or Crystal's correspondences, just to be sure that you're correct. Also, be sure to check toxicity, and make sure that whatever you find is safe to be used together.

Gather said ingredients - once you have a list of what you need, go and get it, within reason. Due to things like the place you live, it might be unavailable, like I do not think anyone can legally buy or sell belladonna. If it's not, don't worry, there are going to be plenty of other items you can use.

Assemble! - depending on what you are doing, be it a jar or candle, cleanse your space and your materials, get into a good mindset, and get to it.

So, for me, this is what the steps look like.

Vessel - jar ; intention - attracting luck and money

Find Ingredients - I went to my Google doc and made a list of 22 herbs used in good luck, using what I know I have available or can acquire easily, I wittled the list down to 8 (allspice, basil, orange peel, coffee, alfalfa, cinnamon, comfrey, peppermint) I also decided to use a chunk of clear quartz, and then some fresh lavender I had lying about (long story) to add some peace.

All of those things I have in my house! Other than orange peels, so I went to the store and grabbed some oranges, ta da. I don't usually have alfalfa, comfrey, and peppermint, but I had some leftover from a spell kit I bought a while back, so why not toss them in as well.

I meditated for about five minutes after a 12hr shift and lit one of my tealights, focusing intently on getting a new, better paying job, and moving out. I used incense smoke to cleanse the jar and then put all the ingredients in there. I took a green index card and put a pen to it, ready to write out my plea, when I felt this overwhelming feeling. Inanna told me to Affirm, not Plead. So instead of writing "please let this happen" I wrote "this will happen." Folded it and put it in the jar. While waiting for the oversized tealight to burn and wishing I had a normal sized tealight instead (again, I've been at work for 12hrs and have to work 9hrs again tomorrow) I cleaned up my room, changed my clothes, and such. Then I dripped the wax all over the lid to the jar, and I do mean all over. Made a little mess, but it's all good.

Ta da, all done!