#pinkie promise. there are actual things to be mad about.

[intern-seraph]

if your activism can be significantly disrupted by a few hours of award show, you're just a bad activist

[a-hazbin-reader]

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Violence, Kidnapping, Alastor eating bitches

Description: Alastor's X Wife!Reader who gets kidnapped and how he deals with that

Alastor's relationship with you is a strong one, the two of of you drawn to each other in an almost supernatural way

But you also trust each other's strengths and aren't prone to stepping in each other's fights

Regardless of how powerful you are

I got your pinkie fingers bby go kick his ass

Holds your shopping bags for you while you go kick ass

Unless of course you ask him to

He likes it when you fix his hair afterwards, preening like a giant rooster as you do

THE POINT IS-

It's not like Alastor spends all his time glued to your hip or sending you out with bodyguards

You can take a damn walk by yourself

You do have a target on back though, if not because of your own strength/actions, then because of your husband

So it's not unusual when someone tries to pick a fight with you

But when you're suddenly ambushed and kidnapped, against the fact that you fought hard to avoid it

Fucking holy weapons

That's new

Well I suppose you'll just have to wait for your husband to come and get you out of this mess

*spits out blood*

Not you bragging about how fucked your kidnappers are once Alastor gets there

He's already going to be mad that they kidnapped his wife, but the fact that they've now put hands on you??? Made you bleed???

Oh they're so fucked

So just sit back and look pretty while you wait for your boo to come and rescue you

And you do look pretty

Keep your damn hands off

Alastor knows something is up when you don't come home, knows that someone must've gotten to you

If the old geezer watched tv maybe he would've known a little sooner

Maybe he would've known that your little fight made the news

Tf was he gonna do?? Wait for it to show up in the papers??

BREAKING NEWS!! RADIO DEMON'S BABE WIFE GETS KIDNAPPED AFTER EPIC BATTLE!

But when Angel shows him that you've been kidnapped Alastor literally just-

Makes this face:

Oh he's getting his wife back

RIP Angel's phone 😭

He's visibly very calm about the whole thing though, which makes the others even more worried

"Well then! I suppose I'll have to get Y/N back myself, won't I? You all wait here, I won't be long now~"

Alastor does give them a chance to give you back before he comes and hunts them down

It's one of the most terrifying radio broadcasts people have listened to but this is his WIFE we're talking about

On the inside he is VERY ANGRY

Even if they do bring you back he still eats them

Fuck them he never promised them anything

They took and HURT HIS WIFE

If they don't bring you back then they're going to be subjected to slaughter like they've never known before being eaten

Not him using his massive demonic form to rip apart their safe house

Anyone who doesn't know Alastor like you do will think he's being surprisingly playful about it all

But as his wifers you know he's raging by the look in his eyes 👀 not merely playing with his food

Not wifey just sitting back and admiring Alastor while he works 💅✨️

Damn this is really doing it for me

Admires how elegantly you stretch and rub your wrists after your bindings are undone, so graceful even after taking a beating

"Thank you, Alastor~ Right on time as always~"

He begs to differ

"Anything for you, my dear."

Won't really look at you until you grab his chin and force him to, Alastor giving you a guilty smile

Le kiss

Leans in to touch foreheads with you, the two of relaxing in each other's arms amongst the carnage

Casually licks the blood off your face to ruin the moment before taking your arm

"Now let's get you home, my darling~"

Doesn't leave you alone for the rest of the night, trying to hide the fact that he's fretting over you

You want to take a bath and get cleaned up? He'll help you!

You want to lay down and rest after a stressful day? He's actually pretty tired too so you two should go to bed together

Will 100% broadcast their screaming souls as a warning to anyone else who wants to try that little stunt again

Falls asleep to it actually, one arm wrapped around you as he drifts off so that when he wakes up, he'll know you're right there with him

He doesn't think any less of you, he's been beat before too

Don't remind him

Will absolutely call himself your hero for like a week straight and land himself in the doghouse by the end of it

[ellielatinagf]

Ellie Williams in Covid head cannons

Sooooo this is just a small idea I had because I’ve never seen anyone else do this soooooooo. Our poor girly in yet another epidemic. Love you all!

Warnings: a tiny bit nsfw content, cursing, for the girls only pleaseee, lmk if there’s anything else

Was absolutely thrilled when everyone was advised to stay inside because she’s such an antisocial loser untilllllll she saw how everyone was rapidly spreading the disease. She’s low key a germaphobe.

Totally had a YouTube channel which consisted of her recording herself doing nothing but laying on the couch with you watching tv. Her only subscribers were Jesse, Joel, and Dina and some rando from Tennessee.

She found a new obsession every week and now the garage is filled with boxes of old paintings, crochet chickens, and diy art stuff.

Had ranked every Ramen noodle flavor from best to worst

Absolutely freaked OUT when you got Covid from your job and she ended up sleeping over at Joel’s. She actually refused to come back untill you showed her how you deep cleaned the whole house.

Ellie on FaceTime

Ellie: wait babe lemme see right there on the dresser

You: Ellie I literally wiped it down twice

Ellie: well I didn’t see it

Tried to make cookies one time and thought they were perfect and crispy around the edges. They really tasted like chips and she got mad when you laughed and claimed you never take her seriously.

Okay I’m sorry but she was a horny monster like cmon she was in the house all day with you like how can she not.

Had an obsession with the Big Bang theory and made you watch it with her and explained all the science stuff which she knew for the most part. On the ones she didn’t know she’d yap about it till you looked it up and she’d gaslight you into thinking she was right.

You: “Umm babe google says……”

Ellie: “that’s literally what I was saying”

She was at Joel’s house one time helping him make more guitars. She accidentally cut herself and when you demanded she go to the hospital which she was terrified of because of all the Covid patients getting her sick she went like this

“Hold on babe i watched greys anatomy”

Fell victim to the meme pages all in her camera roll that were like this

Hated zoom meetings but she’d be the type to hold her phone on the screen and watch those Roblox Tik toks.

I know i already said she was a fortnite god but that girl watched every single fortnite concert at the time and made sure you were right there with her and she made sure to clip the whole thing even though when watching the clip back her and Jesse were yelling their asses off. She loved season three of fortnite.

Ellie: “ HURRY UP BABE TRAVIS SCOTT IS GONNA PREFORM OH MY GOD JESSE WHERE ARE YOU!!!”

Ellie hated when people overstocked at the grocery store meanwhile she did the exact same thing because she was paranoid and it came in hand since you guys wouldn’t need to go grocery shopping for at least a week and a half

Ellie also discovered games with an emotional storyline like Detroit becomes human, red dead redemption, resident evil, ect. And had a phase where she’d be all poetic and shit thinking she was Shakespeare, she got tired of talking like she was from the 1800s.

Ellie: “my love, your eyes, they remind me of a thousand sunsets…”

You: “did you take out the trash?”

She had all her favorite YouTubers and would watch them on the tv and she’d make you play among us with her because that was “the game of century” as she proclaimed.

She actually had a small mini breakdown because our poor girl found out Joel had Covid and remember that in the news it said older people were more at risk. The poor girl though Joel was gonna die and you laid in bed with Ellie who was sniffling and crying in your shirt while you rubbed her back. Those always calm her down. Then when Joel was better again she made you pinky promise not to tell anyone anything. But she did end up calling Joel more frequently.

You guys actually had spent a lot of time together and most couples who spent so much time together broke up and got bored and such and such but you two actually enjoyed you time together. You and Ellie would would go to an open park where no one was around and watch the sunset and talk about what your plans were after everything was back to normal. Ellie asked if you two could get a puppy and who can ever say no to those eyes and freckles cheeks?

Another thing you guys liked to do was spent all day in bed and cuddling. Now a lot of people will assume Ellie would be the big spoon and that can be true sometimes but the girl is a hugeeeeeee softie. She loved being the little spoon because she felt safe by feeling your soft breath ok her back or shoulder. And she’s hold a dinosaur plushie. Like always.

She cried when she watched videos of family’s finally being able to reunite or grandparents watching their families through a class. Who didn’t cry?

She loved playing just dance with you and she’d purposely pick a song where you both had to dance together because she never has the balls to ask you to dance to with her.

She had a little camcorder where she recorded almost everything in your lives at that point. You brushing your teeth, both of you eating cereal, having tickle fights, ect. What Ellie doesn’t know is that now you sometimes go to the camcorder and watch the old videos and she’d a tear here and there because you loved the memories.

Some how she was actually a beast at the toilet paper kick up challenge and got a good 14 kick ups.

You cannot tell me she didn’t buy those apple juices that actually founded like apples when you bit into them.

I lowkey just had an idea of what Ellie would be like at this time sooooo lmk what other hcs you guys might want! Also be sure to let me know if you’d like to be in the Taglists! Don’t forget to talk about Palestine guys! Free Palestine 🇵🇸 🇵🇸🇵🇸

Taglists: @vqxen @bready101 @lilylynne11 @Lively-blues @Yurixxiii @vampyangel @gato-chino @a-little-bit-of-everybody @abbysbraids

[adventuringblind]

Oscar the Matchmaker: Chapter Three

Oscar Jack Piastri x Reader x Max Verstappen

Summary: Jos overhear a conversation and the trio finds themselves in a confrontation

Warnings: Jos being Jos, Oscar throwing hands, implied homophobia and slurs

Notes: I definitely wasn’t listening to eye of the tiger while writing this…

Previous <-

Masterlist

It’s was only a matter of time until someone noticed. Max had been more then smiley as of late and it wasn’t just because he was dominating the sport. He’d fallen head over heal and looked like a love sick puppy.

His smile tends to grow a little extra when someone brings up either of his partners. He just blamed on the fact he thought they were doing well and had become friends with both.

Christian didn’t fall for it. He wasn’t team principal for nothing. He’s an observant man and had seen it in the way Max moved, his he talked, even in his driving.

Max found himself being pulled aside by Christian into a space where the people either didn’t bother them or didn’t care what they were talking about.

“Care to tell me what has you so happy lately?”

Max panics and stutters, then ends up just shrugging his shoulders. “The weather.” He mentally face palms at the terrible lie.

Christian laughs at him and grabs his shoulders. “It’s a miracle you can make it through interviews sometimes.” He releases him again before continuing. “Are you going to tell me the truth now.”

“First promise me you won’t be mad and that you won’t judge.”

“Would you like me to pinky swear it?”

Max rolls his eyes but continues one. “I’m in a relationship.”

“Well I already knew that part.” A skirt tugs on Christian’s lips. “Who is the lucky lass? Or is it a lad?” The playful eyebrow raise puts Max oddly at ease.

“Both actually.” His hands get clams and he wants nothing more to disappear at the confession. The fear of judgement giving him nervous energy.

“… Like two partners or gender-fluid?” The genuine curiosity in the older males voice made him relax. He wanted to know and was supportive it seems.

“Two Partners. Y/N and Oscar, actually.” He is hopeless. He can’t even say their names without smiling.

Christian is also smiling widely. “I’m so happy for you! Remember this is a safe space and if anyone says anything please let me know. If not afraid to tell someone off.”

Max feels the tension leave his body. His initial panic evaporating into think air. “Thank you, it means a lot really.”

“Are you three going to go public? If so then please tell me sooner rather then later so the team is prepared.”

“No plans for that right now, just figuring things out. But I’ll make sure to let you know.”

Despite their plans to not go public or let more people into their secret, someone was ,siting just around the corner.

~

Max texted them immediately after the conversation. They still had a few hours before the race so he wasn’t to worried about time.

Max: Christian knows

Y/N: … is he upset?

Max: No, he’s actually really supportive

Oscar: interesting turn of events

Max: you two aren’t mad with me?

Y/N: why would we be mad? Christian is basically your dad!

Oscar: we made a decision that we are disowning Jos

Max: I don’t think that’s how that works

Y/N: don’t care. He’s disowned.

Max chuckles at their comments. They are both younger then him but neither would hesitate to protect him from anything. Including his aggressive father.

He didn’t notice a problem at first. He thought it was normal until he got up to formula 1 and Daniel told him that it’s not. Christian and Seb followed after him. Soon Max was in a position where he had to come to terms with his childhood.

He’d yet to do that because despite it all, Jos is still his father and he loves him.

All that to say he wouldn’t be surprised if the female in their trio ended up punching him one day.

~

It had been an absolutely shitty race for her. She’s on the verge of tears when she’s getting ready to leave until Yuki comes sliding around the corner. “They have more stuff to talk about.” She can hear the annoyance in her his voice.

“What if we just run away.”

“I may be fast, but my legs are short. We’d never make it.”

She groans and sends a quick text to the boys telling them she is going to be late and they can leave without her. Instead of the response she was expecting, they said they’d wait for her by the paddock entrance.

She smiled reading the text, then locked her phone again.

~

Her legs feel heavy as she walks through the dark and almost deserted paddock. Her brain has already shut off and she wants nothing more then to curl up with her lovers and sleep until next year.

A pair of heavy footsteps fall in line behind her. She assumes it’s just leftover staff and continues her journey. That is, until she hears the thick Dutch accent of Jos Verstappen. The last person on the planet she wants to see.

“Can we talk for a moment?” He yells out to her.

“I’m late for something, sorry.” She doesn’t look at him. She fears if she does she might not be able to hold her tongue or hands and the last thing she wants to do it get in trouble.

It doesn’t take long for him to catch up. She blames her uncooperative appendages.

“We need to talk.” He grabs her bicep and she yelps in surprise.

“I really am la-“

“You and the Australian keep away from my son.”

She panics. Her breathing gets labored faster then she would’ve liked. Questions fill her mind of how he knows. She tries to yank her arms away but he tightens his grip.

“Never.” She spits. He used his free hand to wipe his face. She can feel him heating with anger as his movements become jagged. She readies herself for the possibility of a swing. At least if he hits her first then she can hit him back.

“Hey! Leave her alone!” The much more soothing Dutch accent yells from behind her.

“Is it true? You’re really lumping yourself in with this nonsense?” Max had almost forgotten why he doesn’t tell his father things. He’d had to relearn everything when he was finally able to spend time with people who wanted him to understand that the internalized homophobia that he’d grown up with was not okay in any sense.

“Yeah, I am.” Max keeps his distance. His father is prone to aggression and Max fears for the girl currently in his hold.

The fear and simultaneous relief flood through him as he pushes her straight to the ground. The look of pain and exhaustion in her eyes is hard to look at.

She doesn’t move. She can’t find the energy to do so.

“Your no son of mine. My son would never be a fa-“ He does not get the chance to finish his sentence. Oscar had connected his fist to the Dutch’s face and sent him stumbling backwards.

She could feel Oscar seething. She’d never seen him lose his temper. Ever. Since she’d known him. He could be cold and calculated but this was a whole new level.

She looked at Max who was now gently hugging Oscar from behind and trying to calm the anger behind the Australians eyes. He also looked at her for some sort of understanding. Neither of them had any clue what to do.

“Say it again. I fucking dare you.” Oscar held his gaze on the older man. It felt as if time had frozen around them. “You have no right to say such things.”

Oh. It clicked for her then. He’d done this before with one of her exes. A few of them actually.

It’s not like she’d never been with a female before. She’d been called that F slur before and it definitely didn’t feel right. Oscar had also punched them. There was no hesitation behind his swing either.

Jos just stares back at them and Max had no other ideas except to get Oscar away before he gets himself in trouble. She watches as he starts tugging him back towards the entrance. Stopping to give you a hand up. Then she held Oscars hand in hers the entire way back to the hotel. Despite his earlier anger, he held her hand so gently and occasionally placed kisses on her knuckles. Reciprocating the action to Max when they came to a stop sign or red light.

He’d still not settled down when they got to the hotel room. His frantic pacing and angry rant seemed to help, but only so much.

“Love, pretty sure there are other ways to help you get some of this energy out.” She purrs. Had she noticed max is turned on? Yes. Is she also turned on? Yes. Have both of them been whispering about the rage fueled Aussie being turned on? Again, yes.

He freezes and eyes both of them with a rather lustful gaze.

Sometimes the best cure to pent up energy is really good sex.

~

Max wakes up to the awful sound of his phone buzzing. The blissful feeling of his lovers tangled in the sheets with him now ruined by the terrible sound.

Still he looks at the caller ID and almost chokes when he sees Christian’s name on his phone.

“Hello?”

“Hey Max… I was wondering if you could shed some light on why your father called to tell me not to let, and I quote, ‘the deranged McLaren Australian’ anywhere near out garage?”

Max laughs. It’s probably not the right time and the other two are now awake and trying to tug him down into the bed, but he can’t help it. “Oscar punched him last night because he used the F word.”

“The F word? Doesn’t Oscar say fuck? I’ve heard him before I think.”

“I should clarify: the F slur.”

Silence falls from the other end of the line. For a moment Max things he lost connection until he hears Christian grumbling. “Tell Oscar he’s allowed in anytime he wants and your father will be receiving a strongly worded letter about how he’s not welcome back.”

Again, Max can only laugh at the situation and how it’s unfolded. He’s not complaining though. It’s nice knowing that he doesn’t always have to fight for himself.

[whoisspence]

i wish i could go to a peaceful little place and watch the sunset with him after a long day :(

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the same place. you always go to the same place when you want some peace and quiet from the fbi agent life, nobody knew about it, it was just a little spot that was only yours, with nothing on it but tall grass and surrounded by trees, you have no idea how you found it but you're glad you did, to you it was the best place in the world to watch the stars or the sunset after a long day of work, it was your little secret.

one day someone was already there when you arrived, a familiar face, that guy that you thought you had nothing in common with besides having the same job has him, spencer reid also thought that place was only his, his little secret, he explained how he went there often as well, but neither of you were mad the other was there, it was quite the opposite actually even though it was never in your plans to share that place with anyone, for some reason, you felt nothing but happiness when you saw him there.

after that the two of you started to go there together after work, hoping the others didn't notice you two leaving at the same time so often, after only a couple late night conversations you realised how good it felt to be around him, to talk to him, that's something you never knew by only working on cases with him, that maybe he wasn't just the annoying guy you worked with after all, he knew how to talk about things other than boring facts and statistics, he became someone you wanted to be around all the time and you started to feel a pain on your chest when it came to say goodbye, even tho you knew you would see him again tomorrow.

"pinky promise this will always be our little secret?" you asked him.

"i promise" he replied with a soft smile as he interlocked his pinky with yours.

you couldn't be happier that now you two will forever share a little secret, you couldn't be happier that now you two will forever share the same place.

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i'm sorry if there's any misspelled words and i'm also sorry if this sucks :')

[slu7]

cw · gn!reader w you prns, slightly suggestive i think, tooth-rotting hcs, these made my toes curl rahhh

an · it's past 1am and i have classes tomorrow (technically in approx. 5-6hrs) and the only thing on my mind rn is,,

scaramouche whose ears get tinted with pink when you do something adorable, he hates how you make his heart race. it makes him feel weak, weak for you.

scaramouche who tries to hide his excitement when you both share the same interests, “opposites attract” they say, but maybe they do attract each other only to find the similarities they actually have within; he believes.

scaramouche who denies his feelings for you until you did something that made his heart pang so loud, to the point of him losing his composure whenever you talk with him.

scaramouche who accidentally confesses to you while you both were arguing about something stupid, god you're gorgeous in his eyes, especially when you were mad.

scaramouche who thinks some things you do are too childish for your own good, but never seems to decline whenever you invite him to do it with you, he pinky promised that he would.

scaramouche who likes to hug you from behind and kiss your neck, maybe bite on it softly too kwkw.

scaramouche who becomes slightly too overprotective of you & gets jealous easily, which probably explains why he likes to leave hickies on where it can be displayed for other people to see.

scaramouche who shed tears and showed you how vulnerable he can be, though he didn't feel impaired; not with how you caressed his hair and treated him as if he was a real human.

[intuitivesef]

Who is your future spouse?

Pick a card reading

Don't second guess yourself when choosing a card. Trust your intuition.

Take what resonates, leave what doesn't.

Summary of the reading: 1 bad quality (red) and 2 main part of their personality (green). 1-2 songs channeled for your connection.

Masterlist

Moodboard

Pile 1:

Materialistic:

Your future spouse is someone who focuses on materialistic possession, though they like being spiritual to a certain degree, their main focus is on their wealth. They have worked hard for the money they have in their bank account and they have pride in it. It’s healthy pride, more of an “I’m so proud of myself for accomplishing what I truly desire” type of energy.

Spirituality:

They are an intuitive person and they have visions. They can only see the future and not what will happen in the present. They tend to focus on the past, to a certain extent but their main focus is on the present and the future and that future includes you. You will definitely be a part of their world, no question about it and you will also rock their world.

Possessive:

They can be possessive but not toxic, I am hearing, “They’re mine because I love them too much. I don’t wanna be possessive like those scums. Baby, but you know I can’t also let you leave me too my little mouse. Like I just love you too much my little pumpkin. I’m sorry if my personality scares you….I hope it doesn’t—maybe it’s my insecurities that make me think I’m scary or whatnot but do know I’m so fucking madly in love with you. Everything about you drives me absolutely crazy and I wouldn’t change it for the world.”

Song:

You Rock My World - Michael Jackson

Want to give me tips, thank me, pay me, etc for my channeled readings? - $intuitivesef - thank you.

Pile 2:

Sensitive:

Instantly I am feeling a hint of anxiety and sadness coming from your future spouse. I am definitely getting that they’re a hopeless romantic but those sad and mopey types. They will definitely be very affectionate with you, no question about that however they’re on the sensitive side of things. For example, if you were to say something insulting to them whether you were mad or not, it would crush their heart without hesitation. This is because they hold you to a high place; they don’t hold you on a pedestal but they love you so much and for you to hurt them, it would crush them—imagine dying in a loop by a knife to your heart by the person you love. Just like that.

Hopeless Romantic:

Your lover is a hopeless romantic, all the cliches of romance and all of the basic nicknames like love, darling, dear. They have some traditional attributes with them but they also are free spirited. Which is a little silly because their qualities always contradict each other in a sweet way. They will absolutely love and adore you. Admire you and compliment you like no tomorrow. Cuddles are very prominent in this relationship. Gift giving and kisses on the cheeks and forehead too. Believe it or not but they like PDA (public display of affection) despite their introverted nature. I hear, “So what, I’m an introvert but you wanna hold hands in public? Ok! We are holding hands and no buts and uts. Wanna cuddles in front of someone? Sigh, ok! We will do that too. I make sacrifices only for you my prince/princess because I really do love you. I do. I promise. Actually!!!! I pinky promise, now that’s a big thing to me!”

Rudeness:

They don’t necessarily have a heart of gold, but at the same time, they do. They are also rude to people (they aren’t racist rude or sexiest rude. Just a “leave me alone” type of rude) because they don’t like people…and then don’t like attention either. A very big introvert. But what about you? Don’t worry about that. Think about the troupe: I hate everyone but you. That’s your troupe.

Songs:

Yellow - Coldplay

Home - Paravi Das

Want to give me tips, thank me, pay me, etc for my channeled readings? - $intuitivesef - thank you.

[actual-changeling]

Hi, you can call me Alex or whatever variation of my username you'd like. <3

I'm in my early twenties, use mainly they/them pronouns, and there is a lot wrong with my brain (both affectionately and in a decidedly not fun way). I have memory issues, so I can and will forget things, including replying to messages. You are ALWAYS invited to send me a reminder—please, please do, I will not be offended, pinky promise.

This blog is 90% fandom, 5% personal shit and 5% misc posts that I like. My inbox and DMs are open, so feel free to message me and interact however you like! If there's something you want me to see, I don't mind getting tagged in posts either.

Please don't be an asshole, and you can find my opinions/rules about discourse on my blog right here. I'm incredibly bad at judging my own tone, so if I come across as overly intense or upset, chances are I am actually not—I'm just passionate about the things I enjoy.

Mulder and Scully have taken over my brain and body, and I don't think they will leave me alone ever again.

I will be tagging spoilers for any newly released shows and episodes. If there is something you would like me to tag spoilers for, just shoot me an ask or dm!

Currently following and tagging for:

The X Files: alex watches x files

Doctor Who: alex watches doctor who, dw spoilers

(PJO The Series: pjo spoilers) show is on hiatus

The Magnus Protocols: alex listens to tmagp, tmagp spoilers

I write fanfiction both here on tumblr and on ao3 under actualchangeling. Requests or ideas are fine, though I cannot make any promises.

Wanna chat with other people about good omens? I have a discord you can join, mostly angelfish focused but we talk about all our beloved idiots.

My other misc current active special interests are Doctor Who and Good Omens, but I dabble in a lot of other fandoms, too. Among those are Marvel/Iron Man, Lucifer, TLOU, The Magnus Archives, Welcome to Night Vale, Prospect (2018), and many more.

My tag system for original posts applies to all fandoms I am currently actively engaging with and follows the same patterns. I tag spoilers when I remember to for about a week, so consider this blog to be very much NOT spoiler free.

alex talks x -> meta, analysis, interpretation, or opinion posts

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Any personal posts that are not fandom related are tagged as following; feel free to block them if you're just here for the fandom madness!! I really do not mind.

alex yells at the void -> misc personal stuff

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Last but not least, the tag for my queue is I’ll follow queue anywhere you go. It's a TLOU reference for those who are curious.

[onboardsorasora]

Needed a break from all my WIPs and wrote this little holiday bit. It's set in what I'm now going to call the 'Relaxed & Happy Verse' and this AU is going to be only happy fluffy established relationship drabbles. slices of life if you will. This is the same verse as the Love Letters fluff prompt.

Here are the previous fics in this verse.

Christmas Shopping.

Max leaned back into Daniel’s chest, staring proudly over at the Christmas tree the other had insisted on. This was their first Christmas here at home in Monaco. The first one where they weren’t jetting off to be with the other’s family. It wasn’t planned, it kinda just happened that way and Max couldn’t find it in himself to be mad.

This meant that they actually had to put effort into celebrating. The first step was agreeing to decorate the apartment. They argued about the tree– what size, what shape, even the colour. Then they argued about the coloured theme to decorate the tree. It was then they both realized how truly out of the loop they were when it came to actually making a home Christmassy.

So they went to a store and just picked things up that caught their eye. There was no rhyme or reason, no theme or plan. In the end their tree looked beautiful in Max’s opinion. They had unconsciously agreed to not go over the top, so there was still a lot of ‘tree’ to be seen. It was very them but in a simple way.

They didn’t decorate the rest of the apartment, not really. They got a wreath for the front door and Daniel saw some cute tea towels with Christmas puns on them. But outside of that, the tree was the focal point.

Daniel tilted his neck so that his cheek rested Max’s head. He kissed the crown of his head and pulled him closer.

“I have an idea for presents.” Daniel began ominously. Max peeked up at him curiously. “Ok hear me out.”

“Go on.”

“So– well firstly. Are we gonna do that thing where we agree not to buy each other a gift but then buy multiple gifts and like just hand them to each other and not wait til actual Christmas day? Or do you wanna like have everything be a surprise on one day? Because if you do…..”

Max snorted as Daniel’s speech got faster the more he got excited. It was a good thing he was an expert at translating Daniel’s brain trains. 

“Do you want us to wait until Christmas morning to open presents?” Max asked instead.

“Uh, yeah. I think it’ll be fun.”

“Then we’ll do that.” Max said it like it was simple. Because it was.

“Ace! Okay! Then that means we have officially entered an embargo on buying things for ourselves. Lock the doors! Blare the sirens! The embargo has begun!” Daniel cupped his hands around his mouth for his voice to echo around the room. Max laughed heartily at his antics. 

This would be their second ever shopping embargo. The first one happened when Victoria gave birth to Lio and Michelle to Isabella and they both had just been sending gifts without even thinking about it. Grace had to call to put a stop to it. They embargoed for four whole months. It was a dark time.

“Ok, now what?” Max leaned onto the arm of the couch so he could see Daniel properly while he laid out the plan. He lifted his feet to rest in Daniel’s lap and Daniel immediately dropped his palm to circle Max’s ankle.

“Right! So.” Daniel grinned. “Now, we figure out whatever gifts we wanna get and we buy them. BUT like, they have to be a secret. Like we have to promise to not like search for them or go poking at them when they're under the tree. Deal?” He held out his pinky and Max eyed him seriously for a minute before hooking his own pinky around Daniel’s.

“Deal. Of course we’ll both be here the whole time, Daniel.” He said it clearly like Daniel hadn’t considered that fact. Daniel grinned a wolfish grin.

“Oh Maxy Max. That's the best part!” He rubbed his palms together deviously. “So like, literally use everything to your advantage. If you need to lock me out onto the patio and close the blinds while you wrap, just like give me some water and my phone charger yeah?”

Max gave a confused eyebrow lift and Daniel continued.

“Yeah like for this to work, we actually have to play along- suspend our disbelief, pretend we’re in a play and there's a backstage or whatever. We’re both gonna be here almost the whole time so there's not many opportunities to sneak shit. So yeah, if you ask me to lock myself in the bedroom so you can go pick up whatever and take your time to put it under the tree. I’ll be in the bedroom, headphones on– music on loud. Until you let me out.” He shrugged. 

“Ok. I think I got it. Deal.” Max affirmed and Daniel’s answering smile was as blinding as it was mischievous. What had he gotten himself into?

– - –

Max had gotten lucky within a week of their deal. Daniel needed to fly to the Factory for some last minute set up testing before everyone closed down for the holiday. He’d been able to take his time and picked out a gift he knew Daniel would find hilarious and fall in love with.

Max wrapped the box with Sassy’s management and hid it in one of his suitcases in the storage closet. He then ended up buying two more things, deciding they would make perfect dummy gifts and set them for delivery.

Daniel had come back with a flourish, announcing that he had bought Max’s gift and it was on its way. Max had shaken his head fondly. Daniel was enjoying this thoroughly– Max was too, but Daniel was seemingly brimming with excitement about the whole process.

That excitement reached a peak one afternoon. Max was on stream with the Redline boys, playing one of the geography games where Gianni kept lessening the amount of time every round, when Daniel came barrelling into the sim room.

He dipped into the frame and waved to the camera before plucking the headset off of Max’s head. Max’s complaints were heard in the background even while Enzo and Crane both dissolved into giggled and Gianni tried to calm the chat from asking Daniel a barrage of questions. They knew he was only here to cause chaos and leave.

“Hey boys! Can you do me a favour real quick? I need you guys to keep Max distracted for like 30 minutes.”

“Daniel! You can’t just–” Max was laughing in the background, his glee broadcasting for everyone.

“The rules are that I can use whatever is at my disposal!” Daniel argued. “Thanks guys! Hey chat!” Daniel waved and deposited the headset back on Max’s head and left the room. Leaving Max to deal with the fall out while Daniel wrapped whatever gift he’d bought.

“Mate the chat is going crazy, you’re gonna need to give us something here.” Bennett couldn’t keep his grin off of his face. Max sighed in the most fake, put-upon way. They all knew he was extremely private with his relationship– for obvious reasons. It wasn’t as if they weren’t out or open, but they were both very private people. 

“Ok ok! I’ll answer three questions. Make them good Crane.”

“Why give Crane the power?” Gianni complained.

“Because he’s gonna choose shit questions.” Max grinned mischievously into the camera.

“Ok got it. First question Maxy Taxi.” Crane steepled his fingers and raised an eyebrow in a poor evil villain imitation.

“Oh boy.” Bennett couldn’t hold back his giggles.

“First question. What the fuck was all that about?” The group laughed loudly and Max covered his face in his hands.

“I think my Christmas gift just came and of course he wants to make sure I don’t see it.”

“That’s a bit over the top mate.” Gianni pointed out.

“Daniel’s a bit over the top, mate.” Crane shrugged as if it all made sense to him.

“I mean– we are under embargo. Shocking, right?” Max announced to the surprise of the group who nodded sagely, remembering him complaining about the last embargo. 

“OG chat knows.” Enzo piped up.

“That counts as a second answer by the way. So one more!” Max cackled when everyone started arguing loudly into their mics.

“Ok ok ok! Fine, last question. What did you get him?” Crane asked.

“Of course I’m not telling you! Then it’ll end up all over the internet and spoil the surprise.” Max snorted, thoroughly enjoying how everyone started ganging up on Crane for the silly question. He didn’t even realize the door to the sim room finally opened until after all the games were done.

“Am I allowed to come out?” He called out into the hallway tentatively. Sassy rubbed her body around his shins.

“Yup! You’re free to go!” Daniel called from what seemed like the kitchen. Max walked into the living room and snorted a laugh. Daniel cackled from the kitchen at his response. 

The tree was dwarfed by a large wrapped box leaned up on the wall beside it. It was comical.

“It's just a small gift you know? Something tiny that I saw and thought of you.” Daniel’s grin was so wide it was almost manic. It was clear how proud of himself he was. Max couldn’t help but grin back, hopeless against Daniel’s joy.

“Daniel, you told me it was ‘ornament sized’!” Max laughed breathlessly as he looked at the tree.

“Max, it's so tiny! Look at it getting lost by the tree, you’ll never know it was there if I didn’t point it out to you.”

They laughed for a bit before Daniel’s grin got smug. “Well it seems like I’m in the lead Maxy Max. My gift for you is already here. I’m what you call prepared with a capital P.”  Daniel folded his arms and nodded his head. All cocky and self-satisfied.

Max rolled his eyes and looked down at Sassy who seemed to be sharing his reaction to Daniel. He’d had a plan, to present the dummy gifts (that actually were small) before bringing the original gift out with a flourish. But Max was nothing if not a competitive asshole who loved to win. So he smirked at Daniel before turning and walking back down the hallway.

“Max?” Daniel called curiously, hearing the sound of a door opening and shuffling. His eyes widened comically when Max re-entered the room with a large box and placed it gently under the tree. 

“Actually Daniel. Your gift, of course, has been here.” Max’s lips quirked upwards as Daniel rewarded him with a breathless laugh, complete with a clap and little hop.

“That's the spirit Maxy!” Daniel walked across the room and pulled Max into his arms. Max was curious as to the nature of Daniel’s gift, but he truly didn’t care. Because this was already one of the best Christmases they’d ever shared.

“I love you, Daniel.” Max murmured, feeling warm all over.

“I love you too, Maxy Max.” Daniel planted a wet kiss on his cheek that had Max dipping his head into Daniel’s shoulder, blushing wildly. Even after all this time.

[csyched]

Mundane Design Detail of Digital Devil Saga: Tag Rings

(Spoilers for both DDS + DDS2.)

I have a tendency to look way too deep into little details of character designs in media, and when it comes to DDS where uniform designs are common, it gets even more fun for me. One of the things that first stood out was tag rings; the Junkyard invention that is introduced briefly and very early in the game as identifiable objects used simultaneously as trackers for downloadable mantras and can also act as digital wallets. I always wondered though, how much more they can represent for a character's actual design rather than just being a game tool for logging progress.

Rings on different fingers (and hands) represent different ideas on how we wish to present ourselves; these ideas can change from culture to culture, and in observing these differences, I looked both at general Western culture and of course, Hinduism. I was able to find more information in Western cultures with more commonalities. However, in Hinduism, by looking into mudras, you'll find rings on each finger can still hold different meanings. The middle finger is "ego", the pinky is "illusion", the ring finger is "karma". The index finger is Jiva-Atman - the individual soul or self. The thumb is Paramatman - the universal, eternal soul.

And if you've noticed, most individuals of the Junkyard wear their tag rings on their middle finger (on their left hand). In Western culture, the middle finger, similar to "ego" in Hinduism, represents "individuality". And hey, what do you know? That's a pretty important theme brought up later on.

The Samsara Tunnels scene with Lupa is actually what drove me to research further into this. Lupa removes his tag ring before performing an inevitable act of self-sacrifice, and at first, I thought it meant he was giving up his individuality. Until I noticed that no, Lupa wears his ring on his index finger on his right hand, rather than his middle finger on his left hand like almost everyone else. In Western culture, the index finger on the right hand instead represents the "potential for leadership". Fitting, for the Leader of the Wolves, who has offered his own head to the dominating tribe of the Embryon.

And then he hands it to Gale - who slips it onto his left hand next to his other ring, and he puts it on his index. And what does that represent? Comradery. Ohhhhhhhhh man. Let's go, gay subtext!!!

Irrelevant comment: (The funny thing is Lupa's ring literally does not pop up on his hand until the camera focuses on his hand and then it disappears. For the rest of the scene and the rest of the game and DDS2 it is gone. I don't know if that was an intentional choice - I doubt it - perhaps the animators didn't want to make a whole other Gale model with the two rings. I like to think he kept the ring...)

Moving onto DDS2, and Serph sells his tag ring at the Mad Mart to make some cash. Nobody else sells their rings. With the hacking disk, they are no longer needed, so it seems everyone just keeps it for sentiments. Serph himself also wears his ring on his middle finger, so was it a story choice for him to give it away - to represent him giving up his individuality? Of course, maybe not immediately, but eventually, Serph's individuality blends with another soul - being Sera's - in order to become Seraph. And no, they do not wear any rings, because neither Sera nor Serph did at the point of fusing.

Yeah.

Some additional points:

Cielo doesn't wear his tag ring as a ring, he wears it as a necklace. Similar to Lupa and his layers of necklaces with several tag rings. I'm not sure what that means - usually, necklaces with rings represent vows, most commonly found for promise rings. They can also represent deceased loved ones. Which is quite heartbreaking when you think about Lupa's necklaces...

Generally, the right hand for rings is the "action" hand while the left is the "thinking" hand.

If I ever find more information and more opportunities to extend this drabble, I will. I'm not sure how interesting this essay is for others, but some friends were interested in hearing it. I really do wonder how much thought was put into this design aspect, and if anyone has their own knowledge to bring to the table, I'd love to hear it.

[botgal]

Theory about the Pinky

So, all the rest of the Fingers follow specific themes of their fingers association in popular culture.

The Thumb is known for their highly rigid top-down system of hierarchy where the strong dominate the weak. Much like how in a "thumb war" two people competing will try to push down each other's thumbs to show dominance.

The Index give people instructions in the form of the Prescripts, and the finger also known as the pointer finger is used to point in directions for people to focus on or follow.

The Middle are supposedly very big on senses of brotherhood, but they're also well known for exacting harsh vengeance on anyone who harms one of their own or are even related to them. Which fits the common symbol of the middle finger as an obscene gesture and usually one used in retaliation when someone has made them mad.

The Ring is a bit more abstract, but from Leviathan we know that the Ring are artists. And the ring finger, as implied, is usually the one meant to display very impressive rings like wedding or engagement rings. Which can be fitting to a group whose primary goal is making their specific form of "art" to be seen by others.

So following all that, my running theory on the Pinky has two parts. Taking into account that the Pinky is apparently the most dangerous of all the Syndicates.

1) The Pinky are a group who focuses a lot on pacts or promises. The Pinky finger is most well known for the "Pinky promise", or alternatively the "yubikiri". But the essence is the same, making a promise while hooking pinkies, with the implication being that if one parry breaks the promise then there will be dire consequences. Sometimes that the offender's pinky will be broken, or in the case of yubikiri that they'll be made to swallow a thousand needles

2) The Pinky itself, outside of its own group's personal turf interests, may act as an intermediary/enforcer of inter-Finger rules and relations. Because of their interest in vows and promises, they use their authority to enforce specific rules between all the Fingers, and enact consequences if anyone steps out of line (though not strictly for things like killing or fighting over turf, probably more abstract Finger-specific things). Also kind of brings to mind the idea of "yubitsume" to me, wherein the little finger will have small pieces removed to pay for transgressions, usually by failing to perform some duty or uphold a promise.

In line with this theory, interesting tidbit is that there's actually a nursery rhyme related to an the Pinky Promise, which relates a little to a meeting of the Fingers' leaders being called a "Finger Bow-Bell".

"Pinky, pinky bow-bell,

Whoever tells a lie

Will sink down to the bad place

And never rise up again."

[agerefandoms]

Pinky Promises (full)

Word count: 1,679 (I warned yall this one would be big)

Little! Reader

Cg! Chase, Cameron

Cw: fighting regression, pet names, involuntary regression

Plot: you and chase are a couple and when you slip while he's over seas, he helps you over the phone.

You and Robert Chase have been a couple for about a year

A few months ago he had to travel to Australia to assist on a case for his little brother who was ill

On February 14, while in your clinic office, you sighed as you watched how all your friends and medical staff received gift when your cell phone vibrates, showing a message from Chase

"Hey, dear, how are you doing? ♡"

"Dr Chase, I haven't heard from you in a while?" You text back

"I'm sorry about that, I had to go offline for a bit for the case. I've got my phone back now so, so I just wanted to let you know that  I love you and I wish I could be there with you on Valentine's day." Chase's voice came through the phone on a voice note

"I'm on a case right this moment and House is... House. Can I call you in like 15?" You quickly reply

"Sure thing, dear. Take as much time as you need. I'll be waiting." Chase replies just as quickly.

"It's lovely to talk to you again" you text, before closing my phone.

You're not really on a case with House right now but you know that if you don't spend some time pulling yourself together before talking to Chase, you'll crash into littlespace as soon as you hear his voice.

After 15 minutes, you take a deep breath, then tap the call button.

The phone starts ringing and you fidget  with the ring he gave you. If he were here you know he'd pick up immediately that you're starting to slip. You haven't regressed since he left, almost 3 months ago and you're determined to keep it that way.

After a few rings, Chase picks up the phone. "Hello, beautiful. How are things going?"

"Hey baby" you say, fidgeting with your ring like mad but keeping your voice steady. "I miss you"

You hear him chuckle lightly before replying, "I miss you too. I wish I could be there holding you in my arms. It's so cold and lonely over here and I just can't wait to see you again."

"When are you coming home?" You ask suddenly, swallowing the lump in my throat.

"I know Australia's nice but surely now that it's winter down there you're starting to miss the states?" You joke, trying to lighten the mood.

"Soon baby soon...", he pauses for a moment, trying to work out if he should ask. "Is something on your mind, dear? You're being a little off... Is everything going alright with House and the team?"

You hum in agreement, trying to pull it together

"Actually, I have a question for you too." He says after a moments pause.

"What is it?" You ask a little too quick. Also a sign of you slipping.

He pauses for a moment, before hesitantly continuing, "I'm a little worried that... you could have regressed, you know, since I left. Are you sure you're all right?"

You let out a breath of relief. Thank God it's nothing more serious. "Yes baby I haven't regressed."

It's technically not a lie. You haven't regressed since he left. Even though you're absolutely fighting it right now, you haven't slipped in almost 4 months.

"Have you?" You ask gently, knowing that he tends to regress more then you do.

He's relieved to hear that you haven't regressed yet since he left, yet he was afraid you would at any moment. However, your question left him a little nervous. "Actually... I regressed a few times during these last two months... Usually when I was feeling overwhelmed or really stressed."

"Oh baby" you say sympathetically, your own urge to regress gone* "did it help?"

"Uh... yeah, actually it did. It helped me calm down a little and even find a solution to some problems I was having. But.. um... can I ask you for a favor?" He says, a little bit embarrassed.

"Yeah what's up?" You reply. Now that you know that he's alright, you're fighting the urge to just slip.

"I was just wondering... if you could let me know when you start to regress. I know you probably don't like doing that when you do, but I've always found its really helpful when you're not conscious about what you're doing at the moment." He says softly.

You frown at the phone, worried. You stay silent for a few moments trying to find the words. In your rapidly regressing state, it's getting harder and harder to act like an adult.

Chase notices the lack of response and realizes that you were slipping. He also realized that the regression was getting worse for you a while back. "Hey...  I think you're slipping a bit, honey. Can you try to focus on what I'm saying? I'm asking you something important."

You whimper, crashing hard into your regressed state. All it took was some slight concern from him to push you over the edge.

You lean over and turn the camera on, knowing that while regressed, you should always turn to him to help.

The moment Chase realizes you had regressed, his heartbeat starts beating faster and he can't help but worry.

"Hey... Hey sweetheart, it's going to be all right. Can you still hear me? Are you okay? Sweetie? Baby, please answer me..." His tone of voice now more concerned than before.

"I'm sorry" you say quietly. "I was tryin not to slip"

"It's okay, babe. You don't need to apologize. Can you do me a favor and do something for me, please?" He says, breathing a small sigh of relief.

"Can you come home?" You ask quietly, clinging to the last bit of adult reasoning and functioning you have left.

"Baby, I'm trying to make an effort to get back home as soon as possible..." He pauses for a moment before continuing. "Now, the favor, can you show me what's in front of you? I want to make sure you're safe."

You turn the camera around to reveal your desk with a few pens, a case file, a cup of tea, a pair of scissors and a small container of toothpicks. When you turn the camera back onto yourself, you pick up a toothpick so you have something to put in your mouth other then a pen

"I already called cameron" you say before he can ask

Chase relaxes a little, relieved to see your desk was clear and you weren't around anything too dangerous "Good, thank you for following my instructions... Can I ask something more, baby?"

You nod, feeling non-verbal

"Can you stretch your arms alllll the way out?" Chase asks, testing how much movement you've got while regressed while also getting you to stretch, figuring that you haven't moved in a while.

You stretch your arms out and as he's about to speak again, Cameron comes in the door and he can see her in the camera.

Chase smiles at you, knowing that now that Cameron's on the scene, you'll be alright. "Sweetie, I think I'm done. Please take care of yourself, okay? You have Cameron with you. Call me if you need anything."

You hold my hands up expectantly and Cameron picks you up

"I've got her Chase. I thought she might slip soon. I've already got her nursery all set up. You still planning on coming back in a week?" Cameron asks him, bouncing you a little on her hip.

Chase is relieved to know that Cam had everything under control, but he also cant help but feel a little jealous that you were in her arms instead of his. "Uh... actually... I was planning on returning to the states sooner. I'll be back in three days from now."

Cameron let's out a surprised exhale. "You're brother's completely healed already?" She asks, disbelieving. As she talks, you relax into her arms and lay your head on her shoulder.

Chase is surprised with the question but he also can't help but notice you completely relaxed with Cam in her arms. But he pushs away his jealous feeling, knowing that it isn't Cam's fault nor yours that you regressed while talking to Chase and she was there for you now. For the time being.

"Yep pretty much. You wanna guess what it was?" He asked, momentarily switching into doctor mode. When Cameron doesn't respond, he continues. "He has lupus... and diabetes."

"Jeez unlucky kid" Cameron murmers quietly, not wanting to wake you up.

"Anyway, now that the doctor art is over, I can come home whenever" he finishes lamely.

"Dada comin home?" you ask Cameron, having fully sunken into your headspace

"Yes baby, he's coming home soon" Cam replies.

"I swear to God Chase if you've told them the wrong day again, I'll personally fly to down under myself and drag you here by the ear." She whisper threatens him.

Chase chuckles at her threat. "Cam, I promise this time I'm coming home. This whole Australian doctor thing is getting kind of boring anyway. I'll even bring some chocolate for you, deal?"

Cam's smile drops and she glare at him for a solid second

"I mean it Robert. The last time you told them the wrong day they were crying on my shoulder the whole night about how you don't want a little. I love you man but when they're regressed, I love them more"

Chase's expression went blank and he was shocked by Cam's words. He had expected her to be annoyed with him, but not that she would say that she loved you more when you regressed. He remained silent for a moment, not knowing how to respond

"I... I won't make the same mistake again. I swear I will come back as soon as I can."

You sleepily lift your head up long enough to ask "pinky promise?"

Chase smiled slightly when he heard your question and his heart ached that you were completely regressed. He was really starting to miss you and grabbed his suitcase to start packing.

"Pinky promise, sweetie."

[yakuzacanons]

I'm loving your blog so much!!! I really enjoy your headcanons! ^w^ May I request a part 2 of the "how they would text you" headcanons? I'd love to see how Ryuji would text!

Yes, absolutely! Also, to the rest of my inbox, I go beddy soon (the movie double feature was like 6 hours and I am exhausted) but I will get to the other asks TOMORROW, pinky promise. Headcanons below da cut as per usual. Goog nite.

Ryuji Goda

Decent at texting but his reply times are terrible. He often just forgets to check his phone. Even if he sees the notification, he's the type of person to think "Oh I'll reply to them soon" and forget because he feels in his brain as if he did already reply by just thinking about it. Sends lots of pictures of clothes, jewelry, and the like and asks what your opinions are on them. He knows what emojis are but can never decipher what emotion they are actually trying to convey. Absolutely not up to date on texting slang and tends to type pretty formally.

Ryuji: I meant to text back earlier but I ended up forgetting because I was so busy, my apoliogies.

You: (¬､¬)

Ryuji: Does that image mean you are mad at me or that you are happy to hear from me?

You: What do YOU think?! ⸨◺_◿⸩

Ryuji: Ah, the former then. That one is particularly scary looking.

Nishikiyama Akira

Probably the fastest texter of all the characters and the quickest to reply. He's usually good at being up to date on more modern things, at least better than Kiryu is. Flirtatious texter and most likely to send "You up?" texts. Totally loves sending you selfies when he's really feeling himself. Also sends pictures of really good views he finds, like from a rooftop in Kamurocho with a great view of the city lights.

Nishiki: Hey, check out the view from this restaurant.

You: Oh wow, very pretty.

Nishiki: It would be even prettier if you were here (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

You: Nishiki!

Nishiki: Lol, sorry, couldn't help myself ★~(◡ω◡✿)

Daigo Dojima

Primarily uses his phone for work so he's pretty quick to check notifications or respond to messages. Prefers phone calls as he can hear your voice and it makes for a nice break from all the other mundane calls or important emails at work. Rarely if ever sends pictures via text and selfies make him camera shy but if you're very close to him, you could totally twist his arm into participating. Surprisingly has a decent grasp on emojis.

You: How're you doing?

Daigo: Tired. Long meeting. ╥﹏╥

You: I believe in you! I'll treat you to dinner afterwards so do your best.

Daigo: Ah, that's very kind, thank you. I look forward to it. ( ◡‿◡ *)

Mine Yoshitaka

The worst texter. He's super dry in his responses, never uses emojis, and is very good at forgetting to check his texts. He mostly uses his cell phone for work so when he isn't work, he has notifications silenced. However, if you're very important to him, he will enable the buzzer on his phone so you can get through to him. In contrast, he's the best at taking pictures of you using a cell phone. Never has his phone out during meals as he doesn't want to be rude. Would prefer to video chat the most as it's the next best thing to actually seeing you.

You: Mine, are you even actually reading my texts?

Mine: Sorry, I was working out.

You: It's okay, you can make it up to me by sending me a post-workout selfie. ٩(◕‿◕)۶

Mine: You think you're funny, huh? Fine, just because I like you.

[f0xgl0v3]

The Octavian and Michael Quest; Story Snippet

Hahaha I’ve done it. I’m finally going mad, anyways after staring longingly at the Converse wedge high tops vowing to one day add them to my collection (and for some reason way more publicity on the post) I’ve decided that I’m making a like teaser for the Octavian-Michael fanfic I talked about all those weeks ago. Also I’m really bored this mid-winter break and I’m a mediocre narrative writer soo uh

Also if my google docs yell at me one more time because apparently the way I spell something is the British English way I’m going to scream. I’m sorry but it’s travelled. Anyways, I’d like to say again in no way am I an author nor do I think I write stories particularly well. There’s probably a reason why most of my big posts are formatted the way they are,

Also sorry no Michael in the sneak peak/ first bit I wrote, this is just the like. Set up? It’s mean to be short and sweet, enjoy! (also this isn’t proofread I’m so sorry),

I should’ve just chosen to use dice or birds primarily, Octavian thought as he pulled his dagger through another stuffed animal. It stung a bit, partially from the repeated weight of taking the golden blade through fabrics and partially because he had to. The dove between his hands looked pleading with its plastic eyes, the same sound of threads ripping apart while stuffing piled out. It caught in his ears again, the ringing that came before the voices. The same feeling of hair standing on end that Jason described when lightning was about to strike, and that’s when it began,

“Great strife shall befall the legion,” He had heard this voice before, the mixed harmony of several Gods murmuring before one truly broke through. It took awhile to get used to, his ears still rang after most of the Auguries, and Octavian could barely hear his own voice murmur in reply,

“What’s going on?” it felt odd to ask, Octavian’s own voice sounding desperate and panicked, though usually his tone reflected those of the Gods. The world around grew blurry while the harmony thinned out to one single melodious voice, humming in his ears, Venus, something in his mind decided,

“[the super duper cool prophecy that will be there at some point I pinky Promise]”

The world spun some more, and once Octavian’s vision settled the stuffed dove and his dagger had been dropped to the altar, his brows furrowed and breath a bit frantic while he tried to make some sense of what was just delivered to him. A prophecy. An actual prophecy. Octavian tenderly picked up the stuffed dove and dagger again, first giving the poor thing an apology and sewing it back up, gently holding it while he exited the Augurculanum. The blinding rays of the sun beat down on his eyes while Octavian made the run to the Principa from ground zero. His hand tightened around the dove, which was decidedly now named Beatrice. His boots crunched against the gravel roads that wound between most of the buildings. He opted not to walk on the main Via Principa; there would;ve been too many legionnaires walking back from the fields of Mars anyway.

Finally reaching the Principa was always a relief. It was great having most of the buildings Octavian had to go to in the Porta Praetoria; It meant everything was in arms reach. But also subsequently meant that heading to the Principa took longer and always felt more daunting (not to mention the Principa itself always felt impossibly big). Octavian rushed up the few steps and into the door, walking through the big halls and passing several doors and legionnaires before finally slipping into the main office. His eyes travelled to the Praetors; who snapped up once they realized he was there. Marcus spoke up first, already concerned,

“What happend?”

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That’s it! Uh, I didn’t want to type up a giant thing so there’s the short and sweet version. It’s also a draft partially? It’s my first time writing this little section. I also tried to keep it from being like.. super ahdiajfbsj like how I usually write things. Also the actual one will probably be first person because that means I can do my super fun parenthesis bits in character and that makes me happy.

Anyway goodnight internet.

[faegoddessog]

 Seventy Two Hours of Bliss Ch. 40/41

Chapter 40: Mangoes and English Oak

Chapter Warnings: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only, cunnilingus, fingering, sexual mangoes reference, Sex while eating, Unprotected PiV (play safe ya'll) female dominated PiV, Pinky and the Brain reference (lol)

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Series Summary:

You are neighbors with Austin Butler on the Gold Coast of Australia just prior to shooting Elvis. You become just friends because he is taken. However, after he is single again, you both find out just how attracted you are to one another and things get unrelentingly hot.

SERIES WARNING: Explicitly mature content, 18+ only,  here there be lemons.

Authors Notes: I started writing this while remodeling my kitchen, so that informed the slightly quirky narrative. It starts slow, but once it heats up, it is on fire. I have tried to pull facts from RL as much as I could, but obviously there are some assumptions and flat out dreamy wishes  involved here. 

Chapter 40: Mangoes and English Oak

Whatever it was that had been built between you seemed to evaporate with the mad fucking, the crying, the confessions and promises. Suddenly it’s like no time passed at all.

You two rummage in the kitchen, half clothed,  pulling out what few things were there, clearly you need to hit the market.  You nibble on toast with jam and tea with canned pears while leaning on the counter. 

You talk about your travels here and how nervous you were feeling to see him again. He talks about how he was anxious to see you too. You both smile at how you felt the same way. It feels comfortable again, finally.

You hop up to sit on the counter kicking your shoes off, closer to his height now.  You tell him you have 8-10 weeks, before going to begin the project for Tom and Rita. 

“When you go, maybe we can visit on weekends?” he suggests. 

“Oooo I like that, or meet in the middle, I do want to spend some time in France and Italy while I’m here,” you say. 

“Oh I would love that! We could fuel the French rumors more!” he laughs.

“Oh my god,” you laugh. “We could really keep them guessing!  Do we need to address that whole situation soon?"

He shrugs, "It's not really anyone else's business. Let them figure it out for themselves, it'll keep them busy."

You nod. 

"Oh! By the way, Marissa called me last week. She wanted me to thank you for setting her up with Kate. She says it’s been a dream come true.  I think she may actually be really good at it,” you smile at him. 

He moves his body between your legs, sliding his hands to your waist. Your breath catches just a bit. 

“It was my pleasure," he says, then hears what he said and who he said it to. He cracks a smile.

You can’t help but crack up, forehead to his chest, suddenly reminded of your inside joke about Chick-fil-A. He laughs too, putting his hand on the back of your head. "Do you suddenly feel like a sexy shower?" 

"Pavlov says yes... but the shower here looks tiny," you retort looking up from his chest. 

"We could always wait for a rain storm, I've always wanted to fuck in the rain..." he looks outside.

"Mmm, yes please, let's mastermind that" you say, rubbing up his chest to his neck and pulling him down for a slow kiss. 

After a long minute. He breaks the kiss, rubbing your thighs. 

“Do you know what your schedule will be like?” you ask, trying to handle the mundane in amongst the magical.  

“We just finished our mini boot camp yesterday, so we have a couple days off. I am told we should be working only during the week, so weekends should be ours. We’ll see how true that’ll be.” 

“It is ok if I stay here, right?” you realize that you hadn’t asked him at all, you just assumed. 

“Oh my god Kitten, yes please. I don’t think I could stand it if you didn’t. I need you all to myself for a while,” he wraps his arms around you rocking slightly side to side.

It’s amazing to be in his arms again, almost surreal. 

“I’m all yours sweetheart, morning, noon and night,” you look up at him.

He smiles down at you. A wave of awe strikes you. This amazing man loves you. Your mind is pulled to the little black box. You dutifully shove it away, ‘everything in perfect timing’, you tell yourself. 

“How long do you think Tom and Rita’s will take?” he asks, thinking about more time apart. 

“Oh, geeze,” you reply, thoughts pulled back to the now, “I can't even guess until I see it. Honestly it will depend on how fast materials get there and since it’s on an island, that will be an interesting twist!” 

“Then you’ll be done, huh, with your 7 continents,” Austin remarks, “then what?” 

“I don’t know,” you shrug, ”I suppose we will see what life lays at our feet.” 

“Our feet?” he says with a smile, “I like the sound of that.” 

“Of course baby,” you say snuggling up to him, “this, this right here is my dream now.” 

“Oh Kitten,” he lets out a huge breath, his arms tightening around you.

He leans forward to kiss your sweet mouth. The light kiss expands into parted lips, while tips of tongues solicit for entrance. Every other thought melts away as his kiss deepens. 

Kissing him feels like the oxygen you can’t live without. It’s like you’d been slowly suffocating for months without realizing it and now you can finally breathe deep.

He pulls back from you, looking into your eyes. 

“Is it alright if I take you to the bedroom?” he asks in a slightly cautious, but sultry voice, “I think I’m ready to take my time sweetheart.”

You bite your lip and nod. A smile spreads across his lips, like he was worried you’d say no. Silly boy, like you could say 'no' to him. 

He leans down and kisses your mouth. His hands glide down your back, snapping open the clasp on your red bra, almost as an afterthought.  He pushes his hands between your ass and the cold tiles of the counter. He bends his knees and your legs wrap around his waist, your skirt bunched up around your hips. He pulls you onto him. Your arms wrap around his neck and shoulders, helping to hold yourself on his lean body.  He has gotten stronger, you have too. 

He carries you, kissing you gently, to the bedroom. 

He lays you down on the side of the bed, your bra sliding off. His still undone jeans, underwear and shoes come off and he stands naked in front of you. 

It feels like the beginning again, even though he fucked you silly an hour ago. That was different, full needy desperation and all the difficult emotions that had built up between you. But this:  this is tender wanting, laced with love and all the feels. 

Your knees fall slightly together as you bite your lip. Your eyes are slowly taking in his Adonis-like form from head to toe and back again. Just the sight of him standing above you makes a little moan escape from your lips. Fuck he is magnificent.

He leans down to the bed, one finger tracing up your leg, the hem of your skirt still up near your hips. Its drape drags lightly along your bare and sensitive pussy lips as he slowly pulls the fabric across and out of the way. The barest of shudders slides down your spine. 

Then his knees are on the floor and his fingers are barely stroking your lips. He gently pulls your labia apart, stretching the skin around your clit just enough to make your inner lips contract.  You inhale an audible gasp. Pushing them back together, his fingers squeeze gently on the outside, near the root of your clit, massaging back and forth. Wetness seeps from between your lips. 

You blow out a little moan, fuck he remembers.  He pulls you apart again, blowing on your clit. The cold air makes you whimper. 

The tip of his tongue runs up and down the smoothness of your labia, teasing at what is to come. 

He is definitely taking his time, lips nibbling and tongue licking slowly, but not touching your clit. Not yet. 

Your breath quickens.

“Lord, I missed this,” he says, almost as a prayer. 

Then his fingers pull you wider, open and exposed. The tip of his tongue touches your clit. You gasp as a zing jolts you. He blows on it, then touches it again. Pause. And again.  

He is watching your reaction. His blue eyes peering over your mons with his tongue out long. Fuck, he is gorgeous. 

This please. Yes, this please, forever. 

Gradually his touches become tip-of-the-tongue undulations up and over your nub. Deeper, rolling his tongue farther down, down, down and into your entrance. 

Your breath is shallow and fast, little moans escaping with each new sensation. Then his tongue ripples up against your inner lips. His mouth closes around your clit with pulsing suction. 

“Oh my fucking god,” falls from your lips as you curl towards him, hands in his blonde hair, “did you get better at this?” 

His eyes open to yours and you feel the vibrations of chuckle against your labia. 

“Mangoes,” is all he says with a cock of his eyebrow and a lick of his lip. Then he dives back to the veneration of your cunt. 

Thank fuckin’ mangoes! Is there a god of mangoes? Because you need to deliver upon them all your offerings and praise! All hail mangoes, and Austin's tongue!

He pulls your clit into his mouth, tongue lightly flicking back and forth, then suction again. His fingers slide so slowly inside you. He is moaning into your pussy.  Your body is curled tight, flexing against his face. Then his fingers curl against your front wall and like a spring you uncoil, deep moans rumbling from your chest. The back of your hands beating the mattress. 

Beautiful, sweet release.  

He laps at your slit, drinking in all the juices that leak out as you shake on the bed.  Then his comforting weight is on your heaving chest. You stare almost dumbfounded into his eyes. He pets your hair, moving it out of your face. 

“Ready for more, my pet?” he asks. 

You can only nod still panting from your orgasm.

His lip curls up in a tiny smile, his little dimple appearing over the left corner. His hips rock, his cock rooting gently around your snatch, begging to be let in.  You lift ever so slightly, giving him room. Then he is barely in you, just an inch or so.

He freezes. Your hips strain up to his, getting him in you a scant inch further. He lifts back, teasing you. Your hips roll and you wrap your arms around him in an attempt to pull him to you. He refuses to let you.

“Oh my,” his voice deep and penetrating, “what a needy girl you are.” 

“Uh huh” you nod. 

“Do you need me in you?” he says, “is that what you want?.” 

"Want, need,” you moan, “please, please yes.” 

Slowly, he pushes himself into you. Every inch in and every inch out has your eyes fluttering and your body shaking. Then he stops, holding  himself up on his elbows and toes, letting you rut up to him.  Writhing against him, your body begs for more. You do your best to fuck yourself on his cock, but it’s not hitting right. 

“Let me…,” you say, pushing him off and rolling him over. You stand between his legs which are bent off the bed, feet on the floor. You plant your right foot on the bed next to his hip, your knee bent almost to your shoulder.

Rising up on the toes of your left foot, you grab the base of his cock and sink down onto him with a groan.  He can’t really thrust here more than flex his glutes. He smiles as you take charge. 

You place your hands on his hip bones, hunching over him like a big cat getting ready to pounce.  Your hips start rolling forward, tilting along his length, then pushing down and back in a slow steady rhythm. Each stroke rubs him along your g-spot. 

Oh my god it feels so good to ride him like this, to work yourself back and forth on him, angling right where you want him to hit. 

His thumb slides to your clit, giving you something more to rub against, something more to moan about.  Your hips move a little faster, your orgasm building deep inside  He is watching you grind yourself on his cock and hand. 

“Fuck yeah, that’s it,” he spurs you on, "god you are so hot.” 

His other hand rises to rub his fingers across your nipples. 

“Ohmigod, yes, play with them,” you start to flood his dick as the sensations from your nipple shoot right to your pussy.  You are so close to unraveling on him. 

“Oh lord, you are so wet, you are dripping down my balls,” he moans.

He pinches your nipple and for a split second it’s too hard.

“Not too…”  you begin saying, then it unexpectedly pushes you that last tiny bit, “haaaaaa yes, fuck yes, fuck yes.” 

You are exploding onto him, the contractions of your core riding him hard. You curl up over him, shaking with how good he is in you, riding the wave of your orgasm. You shake down to a stop, catching your breath. 

“Oh gods, Kitten! Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” he begs. His fingers dig into your hips now, intent on pushing you back and forth on his cock. Fuck. You can’t leave him hanging.

“You like this,” you breath out, moving on him, “me mounting you this way, riding you? Yeah?” 

“Yes, I do,” he moans, eyes closed, head tilted back. You had forgotten how sexy his neck was.  You realize how dominating this position feels for you, you are in control, you have the power. 

“You like it when I claim you?” your words coming out of their own accord in lieu of the moans of pleasure you feel bubbling up. 

His head raises, lust shrouded eyes meeting yours. He nods, biting his lip. Fuck, if that’s what he wants… a slow smile sneaks across your face. You grind down on him.  Shit it’s good, almost too good.

His eyes flutter closed.

“No, no, look at me Austin,” you tell him, pulling his chin. His eyes open, lost in sensation.

“You are mine. Your mouth is mine, your fingers are mine, your cock is mine, your cum is mine. I want all of you.” You put your hands on his chest, pushing him down, nails heedlessly digging into his skin, snapping your hips back and forth over him, overstimulating yourself in the best way. 

“Oh fuck!” his pupils are blown, his heart is racing in his chest, he is close to spilling into you, “I’m yours baby, yours! All fucking youuuuur,” he groans out as his eyes roll back in his head. He is so hot when he cums, it sets you off again. 

“Oh god Austin, yes, yes YES! ” your clit grinding on to the tight muscles of his lower abdomen as your internal muscles clamp down onto him. He groans, pleasure surging through you and through him.  Your bodies are buzzing, vibrating together in shared bliss. 

After you catch your breath, you climb off him and sit, leaning against the headboard. You spy the picture of you in your black dress in a frame on the bedside table. It makes your heart melt. 

Austin curls up, head in your lap and his arms around your waist. You watch him breath for several minutes, his eyes closed and a relaxed smile touching his lips. He could be sleeping. Your fingers lightly connect  the freckles on his left cheek in a curve then down his neck and arm. 

“God I love you, Austin,” you whisper. 

His smile broadens, not asleep. He turns his head to look up at you, his baby blues shining.

“I have never loved anyone like I love you, Kitten,” he says softly, finger tracing your jawline. 

You stare at one another, lost in the quiet of the moment, lost in each other.  You slide down next to him after several heartbeats,  wanting to feel all of your body on all of his. 

“This feels so good, so right,” you remark, snuggling close against him. 

“Oh Kitten,” his palm is tapping his chest, “I didn't realize how much missing you weighed on me, how much it hurt.  I’ve been living like that so long, the weight of it became normal.” 

You nod, totally understanding what he means. 

“I haven’t felt this good in months,” he says, ”and it just dawned on me that I don't hurt anymore.” 

“Oh my love…” you move his hand and plant kisses on his heart, “never again.” 

You spend the next several hours in the ebb and flow of one anothers embrace. You doze, you talk, you kiss, you slowly make love, you shower, you eat naked in the kitchen, you talk, your passion flares in a fiery kiss, you fuck hard, you eat again. In the wee hours of the night, you are both finally spent and curled up together. Just before you fall asleep, you press his hand between your thighs, cupping your mons. His fingertips lightly press against your labia. It’s oddly comforting. You smile and drift into a deep relaxed sleep. 

………

You wake up the next day before he does. You sneak out and go buy groceries at the Sainsbury’s down the street.  When you come back in, the house is still silent. You peek in and he is still dead asleep. Apparently, waking up early in distress was an Elvis shoot thing. 

You had decided to make french toast when you were at the store. You even bought cream to whip, which you end up doing by hand because there was no mixer. 

“Awoken by the whisk, I guess it’s better than the whip,” his deep voice resonates from behind you. 

“Hey! Good Morning,” you turn around, whisk and bowl in hand. He is leaning against the door with only pajama bottoms on. He looks divine. 

“Hungry?” you ask, rising on your tiptoes to kiss him. 

“For you? Always.” his hands come to your waist and pulls you into a passionate good morning kiss. 

“I’m sorry if I woke you up,” you say when your lips part. 

“No, it was good,”  his hands remain around your waist as you turn back to the counter to set down the bowl. “I was waking up already. When I realized you weren’t in bed, I almost had a panic attack thinking it was all a dream. Then I heard your racket in here.” 

“My racket is almost done and is going to be delicious,” you smile, dipping your finger in the white creamy fluff and  offering it to him over your shoulder, he slowly licks it off your finger.  A little involuntary moan whispers from your lips.

“Mmm, that is good Kitten,” he says. 

“Is it?” you dip your finger in again. Turning around, you  wipe it on his chest, just over his nipple. 

You lean forward, tongue out, flicking his nipple lightly as you lick up the slowly dripping vanilla flavored sweet cream. Then you cover his nipple with your mouth, gently sucking and biting. 

When you pull away, he is watching you from lowered lashes. 

“Mmm, is that how it is this morning?” he asks. 

“With you? Always,” you nod, looking up at him, “take your pants off and go sit,” you nod your head towards the table. 

A look of bewilderment flashes on his face, then he nods, untying the drawstring. Pulling his pants off right there, you see he is half hard. 

“Go, I’ll be there in a minute,” you turn your back to him, un-doing the top several buttons on your blouse and kicking off your shoes.

“Yes ma’am,” he does as he is told, watching you. 

You cut up some french toast into bite sized pieces, syrup, butter and whipped cream on them. You grate a little nutmeg and cinnamon on top. You grab one fork and bring a generous cup of tea. You walk over and set them on the table.

“Thank you,” says Austin, reaching for the fork. 

You bat his hand away. “No, wait,” holding up a finger. 

His look of confusion is priceless.  

You pull his chair perpendicular to the table, so he is facing sideways.  Stepping back, you slowly unbutton your jeans and make a show of taking them  and your underwear off. You slide your hands into your blouse removing your bra in the mysterious way all women know and all men wonder about. You lean over him, giving him a generous view of your dangling breasts.  You see he has gotten harder with your little strip tease.

Perfect.

His hands go instinctively to your hips as you lean further to kiss him deeply, passionately. Your hands slide around his neck and your legs open to straddle his lap, trapping his now hard cock against his belly.   You pull away from his lips, kissing along his jawline and down his neck. His hand slides into your hair to the back of your head, pressing you to continue. His other is wrapped around the curve of your ass, pulling you closer to him. 

“Are you hungry Austin?”  you ask quietly, deviously. Your fingers slip the last button of your blouse  out of its hole, exposing your front to him.

“Um… yes,”  almost more question than statement. He is totally unsure of what is happening here, “but…and.. ” 

His words hang in the air as you grab the cup of tea and pass it to your non-dominant hand. You pick up the fork, stabbing a piece of french toast. You offer it to him, letting him take the bite off the fork as you sip the tea.  As he is chewing you rise up and sink your pussy over his cock. His eyes close for a second as he stops chewing to inhale through his nose. 

You nonchalantly take another sip. 

He swallows with a shaky breath.

You slide up and down slowly continuing to offer bites to him. His breath comes little moans as he keeps taking food off the fork.  

You put the tea down. 

Neither of you say anything, eating and fucking is all your brains can process at the moment. 

Words would ruin it. 

It’s unexpectedly erotic.  

Thinking would break the spell.  

He takes the fork from you, turning the tables. He offers, you chew.  He flexes and pushes into you. Your eyes go wide, then your tongue rolls the flavors in your mouth, then you swallow as he pulls back. 

Your breath comes out wobbly before he offers you a second bite. Again and again this slow fucking and feeding continues. 

By the time the plate is empty, syrup, butter and whipped cream has dripped unheeded onto your tits due to his having to use his non-dominant hand.   One drop is trailing dangerously close to your vulva.  Remembering that you don’t like sugar there, Austin places the mostly empty plate on the chair next to him as you finish off the tea. As one motion he grips your ass, fixing you to him, and stands up, laying you back on the table, stopping the runaway drips of liquid sugar in their tracks.  His cock pulls back as he slowly lowers his face to your vulva. He catches the drop and backtracks its pathway with a lapping tongue. 

The empty tea cup slips from your fingers unnoticed.  

He finds each drop of syrup, each plop of whipped cream and luxuriates in slowly licking each, nibbling his own path between each one. By the time he is done, your heaving chest tells him you want more. 

He pulls back, double checking his work. He looks curiously at your breasts, realizing that they had been unsullied by thick, sweet fluid. Then he swirls  his finger in the plate of cream and syrup, bringing up a creamy mix reminiscent of sweet cum.  The idea of it being cum makes you want to tip the whole plate onto your chest. 

You watch as he lets it drop onto a nipple, then offers it to your mouth. Greedily you suck on his finger, eyes closed. The taste makes you want to break your rules and coat yourself in it. When you open your eyes, he is watching you suck his finger, lips slightly pursed and blowing out a breath. You are guessing he’d like it all over his cock too.

He pulls his finger out and wraps his talented tongue around your nipple, holding your breast in his hand. He sucks it into his mouth, brushing the nipple with his tongue, holding it in a gentle bite with his teeth.  

You moan, your clit throbbing all of a sudden. He pops it out of his mouth and works his way to your neck. With hands kneading and rubbing your breasts, he sinks his teeth into the meat of your neck.  Goosebumps spring up along your arm and down your side. He pulls back, running a finger along the tiny pebbles, evidence of your arousal.

Then he is staring at your eyes, soft and full of desire at the same time.  He leans down slowly and gently rubs his lips to yours, side to side. Not hesitant, but sultry.  You coax him closer with your tongue darting out to touch his soft, full bottom lip. He slowly  gives in to your lingual seduction, diving to deepen the kiss. Lips open, mouths press,  tongues explore. 

It’s hard to tell who is tempting who. 

Before you know it, one hand is gripping the table edge next to your head, the other having trailed down your side, over your hip and under your ass. He lifts you just slightly, enough to give himself a straight route to your core. His mouth never leaves yours as he slowly presses into you.  

A long whining moan resonates in your sinuses as he buries himself deep in your wet and wanting pussy. He takes his time to pull out, focusing more on devouring your mouth with his. 

Then he thrusts in hard, using the table as leverage. 

You gasp through your nose, vocal cords vibrating on the exhale, whimpering against his tongue. 

Pulling out, his hand adjusts on your ass,  almost massaging the flesh of your glutes. Then another hard thrust and his fingertips dig in. 

God it feels so good, he is hitting you in all the right places inside.  

He continues his pattern of kissing you while pulling out, and digging in his fingers while thrusting hard.  

In this moment, he is beautifully masterful in his authority, his immense self control. His energy is all male, but not noxiously so. By taking his time, going slow,  every thrust is slowly luring you, pushing you, enticing you to orgasm.  Soon your hips are tilting up to meet his thrusts. His mouth leaves yours as he starts to moan in his own pleasure. He seems almost lost in place and time

He has you balancing on the head of a pin, for long minutes as he builds slowly.

Your breath is panting, despite the slow pace. Your hips are vibrating against him, wanting more, needing more. Just a little and you will fall apart. 

He leans back, his other hand sliding under your ass. He stops for a moment, watching you squirm under him, a little decadent smile on his face. Your eyes are begging him, your hands are opening and closing, shaking, fingertips rooting at your teeth,  not sure what to do with themselves. 

With both hands digging into the muscles of your butt, he unleashes on you. Giving you everything you wanted and more.  

Your hands fly to the edge of the table, holding on for dear life. The way his hands are digging, massaging  into your ass feels exquisite, adding that much more to your orgasm. His cock is giving no quarter as it pummels into you. 

The imagined weight of your eyes rolling back tilts your chin up, your throat vibrating with deep guttural groans. Sharp undulating waves roll up your spine, arching your back further and further up with each pass. Your whole body shakes with force of his hips. You ride the high as he rides you, deep and fast. 

His scream comes from his gut; loud, resonant, primal. His hands squeeze deeper, pulling you onto him as he thrusts become hard and jerky, eyes closed and teeth bared.  His breath holds as pushes deep with little thrusts, giving all of himself to you.  

“Oh gaw,” bursts from him as the vacuum is released from his lungs. He stumbles a little against the table, lightheaded.  

You pull him down to you, his torso laying on yours, his hands  still trapped under your ass. Your chests heaving together, heavy breaths blow across your breasts.  

Eventually he pulls his hands out from under you, standing upright. He helps you off the table, now messy with more than just syrup.  

“Wow, sturdy table” he says, pulling you into his arms. 

“Probably English Oak” you say without missing a beat.

You both giggle,  still euphoric. 

“Well, that’s one way to have breakfast,”  he says.

“Right! It was freakin’ sexy though, more so than I thought it would be,” you admit.

“Yeah, I would’ve never thought to do that… but it worked. I don’t think anyone but you could pull that off though, further evidence that you are a sex magician, wait no, Enchantress”  He smiles, remembering that night on the top floor of the Emporium.

“Fuck yeah!” you respond with a giggle, leaning in to gather a kiss from him. 

“I’m actually still hungry,” you say, “shall we clean up the table and just like… eat?” 

“Yes please! Can I have my own fork this time?” he asks with sly smile. 

......

After second breakfast, Austin cleans the kitchen up while you go and actually unpack your bags.   You are humming happily to yourself, hanging things up in the wardrobe, tucking things away. There is an antique vanity on the wall opposite the bed complete with a trifold mirror. 

You figure you might as well use it for what it’s for and put your hair brush, makeup and brushes there along with what was left of the little bottle of essential oil Austin sent you. You also decide to be cheeky and artfully arrange  your collections of vibrators and butt plugs there too, giving the blue sapphire one center stage. The whole thing makes you giggle out loud. 

“What’s so funny,” Austin comes in, drying his hands on a kitchen towel he has slung over his shoulder. He’s, again only in his pajama bottoms. 

“Tah Dah!” you say arms stretched out to your sex toy display.  

“Oh geeze Kitten,” he chuckles blushing a little, “what if someone comes over?” 

“Well, if they are invited to the bedroom, then they should know what they’ve agreed to,” you give him a sly smile.

He nods, deciding not to argue with your logic. “Well, in that case,” he walks over to a drawer in the dresser and pulls out his two hanks of black rope, the lube and his own set of butt plugs you bought for him.  He hangs the rope from the corner of the mirror and puts the lube and plugs in amongst the arrangement. “There, no holds barred now!” 

He grabs you in a huge hug, kissing your forehead. 

“What are we going to do today Brain” you say in your best Pinky voice. 

“The same thing we do every day Pinky,” he answers as Brain, without missing a beat, “try to take over the world!” He dramatically clenches his fist. 

You both giggle, sharing the weird childhood memory.  

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” you say, sexily, leaning up to press your lips to his. 

“I think so” his voice husky, his lips rubbing against yours, “but burlap chafes me so.”

You completely lose it, like in the absurd way that makes other people look at you like a loon. You are laughing so hard tears run down your face, you can’t breathe and you fall onto the bed. 

Your ridiculous laughter makes him laugh too. Soon your bellies are sore and you are in a heap together on the bed, catching your breath. 

His arms surround you. It’s the most comfortable you’ve felt in months. 

“I do want to play with you later today, if that’s ok,” he asks. 

“Yes please, anytime is a good time for playtime. What do you have in mind?” you ask, cuddling up to him. 

“I have some ideas taking shape, but I think you’ll have to just wait and see,” he says… kissing your nose. 

“Oooo, antici……” you leave the word hanging.

[i-dream-of-twilight-sparkle]

The first few days of living in Ponyville indeed proved to be a struggle for Chrysalis. Though for entirely different reasons then she expected it to be. Not a single one of the ponies looked scared, they were jovial to her just as if she was any other visitor to the town.

It kinda drove her mad inside, were the ponies so forgiving they just forgot all she did in the years she spent plotting against Equestria? Did they forget that her very statue was a reminder of the evil she was for over a decade? Maybe it was still the remaining part of her villainous ego talking, like she had to be feared at some level still.. It could also be partly guilt, as if she doesn’t deserve to be treated this nicely by nearly all the average citizens.

She'd talk to Starlight about it, who would recall that she went through the same thing. Everypony knew she traveled through time. Yet, the only ones to really mention it was when she was being ribbed in a joking manner by Rainbow Dash or Trixie.

Starlight also explained that they shouldn't forget that Equestria has diversified more in the past decade. Many species have come and gone through Ponyville, including a great number of dragons of all sizes. Even for a major former villain such as herself, she's now just one of many changelings that have stayed for some time in Ponyville. 

She'd awkwardly try to winghug Chrysalis as she's still getting used to the new wings. And advise Chrysalis to relax, just as Celestia suggested. Also saying that if it would help, she should mingle around with certain ponies in the days and weeks ahead before the coronation. She asks her to spend a day or more with each of Twilight and her friends. Along with some of Starlight's own set of friends. The more time Chrysalis is in Ponyville, the more comfortable she'll be. Starlight even promises to accompany her the whole way. 

Chrysalis had no qualms about spending some time with Applejack, she actually feels it's a good idea to be around the humble farmer so she can begin to relax into her new life. Plus, she still feels like she owes a lot to her for when Applejack almost made the ultimate sacrifice for her hive. Though she is curious about what Starlight intends the visit schedule to be. Starlight responded that it was Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Rarity, Fluttershy, then Pinkie.

Gears turn in Chrysalis' mind and she quickly realizes that's the exact reverse order of the lessons she had. She wonders if that was all coincidence, or if that was the plan from the start. She shakes her head however, and agrees to spend some time at Sweet Apple Acres the next day.

When Chrysalis arrives at Sweet Apple Acres, she's greeted with the homey breakfast of not just the food they had available. But all the love that was around the farm between family, and especially the lovers. Chrysalis even gets to see the beauty that was the intertwined trees that were memorials to Pear Butter and Bright Mac. She'd have her best day yet in Ponyville at the farm. She could for once forget the troubles of her past and see the value of the way Applejack and her family live their life everyday. She could very well see that at least in terms of the Apple Family, they were as tight knit as the Royal Changeling family is supposed to be. And she couldn't help but dream of how she'll change up her ruling style once she's back in a throne at the hive. No more preparing for invasions and war, not that she'll go ever too soft. As she'll certainly train with Pharynx on the track. But it'll be night and day compared to how her rule was before.

The next day turned out to be quite an exciting one for Chrysalis. It’d be the first day of Starlight’s flight training with Rainbow Dash, they’d get Spike to summon Spur & Arista once more, and Ocellus would drop by as well. Spur himself is excited to be able to race alongside Chrysalis again, and meet a new challenger in Rainbow Dash, all while helping the new princess gradually learn to fly with her wings. Arista and Ocellus sat down together as spectators, cheering everyone on.

When struggling, Starlight would often instinctively use her self-levitation spell to catch herself. Though most times she did, Rainbow flew up and tapped on her horn to make sure Starlight only relies on it to stop herself from getting hurt. Rainbow Dash coaches her by telling her that eventually she’s going to have to get the confidence needed to maintain flight. Chrysalis would be a helpful model for Starlight to get the right wing movements, as she transforms into a double of Starlight’s new alicorn body. Starlight can thus study Chrysalis’ wing movements. Chrysalis has been in the shape of many different winged creatures, so the nuances of how each type of wings work is valuable to Starlight’s training.

Starlight doesn’t quite get it perfect by the end of the day, but she knew it’d take more than that to eventually master her control of flight. She looks forward to working more with Rainbow and Chrysalis until she can at least get close to Twilight’s speed and control.

Eventually, Chrysalis would find herself at Rarity's, the unicorn more than eager to get something made for the newly transformed changeling. Sweetie Belle had also been there as well. While Rarity insisted on making a dress for Chrysalis, Sweetie thought it might be better if Chrysalis had something for the upcoming tour, having taken the offer seriously to have Chrysalis join her band. Though Chrysalis did talk Sweetie down to doing just one initial show first, see if she can even handle the sound. The clothing issue however would end up in a bit of a heated sibling argument, with Chrysalis in the middle. In a weird way, the arguing gave Chrysalis a bit of nostalgia, she'd recall the silly arguments that she once had with her siblings. After hearing the two sisters go back and forth, Chrysalis suggested a dress that also works for the metal band. Something both sisters actually agreed on when they finally thought it through. Chrysalis was never one for fancy clothing anyway, the last time she even wore a dress publicly was when she'd posed as Cadence. So to have something a little more rough around the edges fit her perfectly. 

From there, she'd head over to Fluttershy's, bringing Twilight and Starlight as well.

It generally started peacefully, Spike even was there to summon the spirits of many pets. Including Chrysalis' own Spira and Starlight's Equala. Here, Starlight's new kitten Flare got to meet Equala. The little cat and the odler spirit cat would look at eachother rather inquisitively. Equala's hairs raised on the spirit cat's back. Flare is a bit more playful and tries to pounce on Equala, though just falling through. Equala even seeming to laugh at the kitten's misfortune. Flare huffing in response to the elder cat's spirit.

Fluttershy of course reminding Starlight that it takes a little while for cats to get used to one another. But given they're just playing right now, the two should be good friends soon enough.

Chrysalis does ,emtopm though that this is one occasion where she's glad Spira had already been long dead in a weird way. As if she still had Spira while Equala was at the hive, she might have eaten the poor little hamster. That's not a worry with spirits since the spirits don't need to eat. Losing all sense of hunger, even if some pony spirits have noted they miss being able to taste.

As nice as the moment with the pets were however, Chrysalis knew that at any moment Discord would try to mess with her during this visit, but she already knew what to do. The plan that they'd all come up with back at the hive was now taking place. Thanks to the combination of Twilight and Starlight's magic along Chrysalis' transformations, the moment she walked into Fluttershy's home, Discord nearly had a heart attack seeing what he had thought was Cosmos, for the first time in a long time… he was fully taken by surprise and somewhat shaken. He was so panicked that he fled back to his distorted dimension for the time being. They all share a laugh, finally able to pull one over on him. The rest of the visit was quite peaceful, Angel Jr. didn't leave Chrysalis' side for the entire duration. For Chrysalis this new life was so much slower, confusing… but it was nice too.

By the time she'd gone to visit Pinkie she could clearly see both her and Cheese moving a mile a minute trying to plan the coronation for Starlight. Though she also got to experience more of Pinkie's strange abilities since she'd been standing one moment and then found herself sitting in a booth the next, followed by a plate of sweets even though she hadn't even asked for anything or even got to say hello. She just saw a pink blur. It was definitely not something she was used to and felt so baffled by such a thing. During all this, she could also feel something in the air, a very powerful love coming off the two party ponies. Pinkie would send Cheese away to go get something and when the coast was clear, she'd reveal to Chrysalis that she's also planning to propose to him. Going so far to ask how she should go about it. Chrysalis was surprised that out of anypony that Pinkie could've asked, she came to her. Chrysalis tried to give her best guess on how to go about it since even though she consumed love, it's not like she'd ever been in love. Though she suggested something big and flashy since they both loved spectacle. The moment Pinkie rushed away to plan that, Cheese had come back and then… he told her the exact same thing, that he too wanted to propose to Pinkie. Chrysalis barely had done anything with them yet she'd never been more exhausted. 

It was a strange feeling to be getting so much love all at once and so willingly. All these years, she thought she wanted exactly that, but she never knew how tiring it could all be, this new status quo was such a departure from what she was used to. Now she was genuinely appreciating the moments of silence and solitude she'd get upon returning home. Life was just so different now and there were definitely times that she just felt so out of place. Something she brought up to Starlight, but this too was something she'd been through herself. Chrysalis was definitely glad to have someone who can relate.

Next up, Chrysalis got to go see Princess Twilight herself in Canterlot. She walks the rooms that she had once invaded, there's even a fair share of awkward glances when they reach the steps in which Chrysalis banished Twilight when she was still a unicorn to the Crystal Catacombs where she was holding Cadence prisoner.

She could see however how much Twilight has matured as a leader over the years. Twilight certainly has not had the longevity that Celestia has had yet. But Chrysalis could see the influence she had been on her former student as she carries about herself in this role. Though she knows Twilight has enough differences from Celestia. As if she were exactly like her, they'd probably simply have tea and cakes together.

Chrysalis asks if there's maybe some sort of activity Twilight hasn't done in a while that might spice things up. Something only Twilight can do. The genie princess thinks on it after a while, before falling on an idea. Although, she isn't sure if Chrysalis would be ok with it.

She asks if Chrysalis had ever heard of something called a genie simulation. Chrysalis was never around Twilight long enough before to know what this entails so she asks for her to explain. Twilight telling her about it's a way for any willing test subject to feel what it's like to be a genie but without the responsibilities of gaining all that power from it. Chrysalis scoffs a little, as if to say what's the point of feeling like a genie if there isn't any power to gain. Twilight simply hints that she'd be surprised.

It was one way to make this visit unique however, so she let's Twilight try it. Chrysalis would immediately upon Step 1 gain an attire much like Twilight's and her own vessel. She actually kind of likes the way they accentuate herself. Though the next step is when it gets weird. Chrysalis panicked slightly as she started floating up in the air and her hip on downwards merged into smoke. Though when the mist that used to be her legs touched the bottle's entrance. A sensation unlike any other changed everything. She quickly realized how Twilight could enjoy needing a vessel despite the obvious downsides of a once-villain such as her being able to capture her by simply getting the bottle while she was still inside.

For Chrysalis, this stage of the simulation was like a massage unlike any other. It only felt better and better the more she was pulled in. She'd thank Twilight for the experience as things almost finish up.

When Twilight ends the simulation and Chrysalis heads back to the Ponyville castle, Starlight would see her in such a dreamy good mood. And winks as she only asks one question:

Starlight: ...Genie simulation, heh?

Chrysalis would be blushing a bit, trying to hide her enjoyment after being called out, but there was no real way to hide such a delighted smile. 

Chrysalis: H-hmph! I wasn't going to say no to at least seeing what I'd look like! It was an... interesting experience I won't soon forget...

She would occasionally transform herself into the genie version she'd become during the simulation, ...although she made sure she only did it when by herself. 

During the next week, Trixie would have called Chrysalis out to finally have the magic duel that she'd been waiting for. While Chrysalis was sure she'd win easily, Starlight warned her about underestimating Trixie. Even reminding her that Trixie was one of the ponies who was with her, Thorax and Discord when she'd been ousted from the hive originally. In terms of raw power, Chrysalis was still clearly on top, however Trixie was no slouch, she'd been practicing and honing her magic skills all these years. Her illusion magic was much more than Chrysalis expected of the blue mare. She was even thrown off a few times, Trixie able to not only throw her voice like a puppeteer, but using smokescreens and making shadows that look like herself. But ultimately the win still went to Chrysalis, Trixie's cunning and quick thinking couldn't beat Chrysalis' experience and power. That being said, Chrysalis wanted to do that again with Trixie and even Starlight too. She found it to be both a fun exercise and a bonding experience with her voice double. And with Chrysalis' echo seemingly gone, her and Trixie's voices were almost 1 to 1 now, something they still find a bit strange but funny at the same time.

As the day of the coronation approached ever closer. Starlight tags up with her cousin Sunburst as they and Chrysalis head back to where their families still live in Sire's Hollow. The place was a little bit bigger than Chrysalis remembered the last time she was there due to a number of additions by Sunburst's mother. But here Chrysalis would get to more formally meet Starlight's father, and Sunburst's parents outside of the brief moment she saw them after both she and Starlight went under their recent transformations.

Though the main point of the visit was to actually bring Chrysalis to the Sunset Shimmer museum. With plenty of mixed feelings on her part as she approached the giant statue commemorating her. She knows now that Sunset was actually completely innocent of everything she thought she had done. But there's still a waning part of her that can't help but feel reflexive vitriol at the statue. She tries to control it in front of Starlight and the others, but the Queen could not hide all her emotions just by the look of her face.

It all comes to a brim when eventually they reach the section regarding Sunset's history with the changelings. Upon seeing the model of Tarsus. Chrysalis just snaps and charges a laser at it. Completely melting the head of the model. After realizing what she did, she apologizes to Starlight. Though Starlight assures her it's ok, the models were made of wax. They could easily just make another. Outside of that incident, Chrysalis got a full understanding of Sunset's life. Slowly coming to terms that Sunset was indeed the great hero she was built up to be.

Even feeling a tad share of guilt, as they get to the part covering her death. And how even if she didn't know it, she assisted her eventual murderers. And would later meet their demon of a child as uneasy allies. But there was renewed hope as they got to everything about spirits afterward.

When they finish going through the entire museum, they head to Starlight's childhood home. And finds Spike had just happened to come by. Firelight seems to have summoned Sunset back down while they were in the museum. Chrysalis gets her chance to talk with Sunset now that she understands more about her life. She warns Sunset that it's still going to take some time for her to forget her demonic interpretation of what she thought Sunset was like. She has had too many nightmares over the years to just forget all about it.

And Sunset herself understands, showing her own ability to empathize that had clearly been passed down to her daughter. If nothing else, they can at least bond over a mutual dislike of Cozy Glow. Chrysalis telling Sunset about the time they played chess while at "Grogar's" Lair. Despite the cutie mark in the shape of a rook, the evil little filly was terrible at the game. And Chrysalis’ masterful moves with the Queen Piece (She even carved the piece to look like herself) won so often. Eventually, the brat just flipped the whole table and pouted. A little crude to get a laugh out of a pony's misery. But then again, Cozy had been involved or wanted to do such horrible crimes that even the Chrysalis from months ago would have found appalling. Empathy has its limits when someone has no sense of it at all.

And if Chrysalis is ever going to consider Sunset a friend after considering her the pony that ruined her life for so long, she may need all the small moments like this to build up over time...

Chrysalis, Starlight, and Sunburst would then head back home and get a good night's rest. As tomorrow... was the coronation.

The entire month had just flown by, it was hard to believe that Starlight's official coronation was today. Chrysalis was mostly hooves off with the coronation setup and the like, Pinkie and Cheese were handling everything. Though she was told that she was going to make a speech, playing a major role in the coronation since her reformation was the final step in this happening at all. There were so many ponies and other creatures there as well. Many of whom she got to know but there were still so many that she didn't recognize. And even in a crowd like this, her presence there was… not met with fear or even disdain for her past actions. It was still so surreal for her. She paced back and forth backstage, trying to keep calm. Feeling… oddly nervous about this. She'd made speeches to her changelings before and had no problem with large groups but today felt so different. Like the month leading up to now was just a warmup and today would be the true start of a new life, the new normal. She could see that Starlight was just as nervous.

Chrysalis: It's… a big day today. Are you ready for all this?

Starlight: As... ready as I'll ever be. I still have to get into a dressing room and put on the dress Rarity probably slaved herself for the entire month to make...

Starlight and Chrysalis both peeked into the room where the ceremony was about to unfold. It was the same room in which Shining Armor and Cadence were being wed. Thus it was also the same room in which Chrysalis had made her grand debut as a threat to Equestria's peace. What a difference that nearly 2 decades make. Back then, she was gloating as she transformed back into her rather sickly form from her disguise as Cadence. And now... she was here again, but as a VIP guest to a Princess' coronation.

Chrysalis: It's admittedly strange being back here once again. The last time I was here, I was just about to take over Canterlot. And now… here I am again, yet the ponies still welcome me as if I were an old friend and not an old enemy...

The Chrysalis of just a few months ago would have considered this such a foolish thing and yet, seeing her friends and family in the audience filled her with comfort. Some of the nerves seemed to fade as she looked back to Starlight. 

Starlight turned to Chrysalis

Starlight: You go ahead and find your reserved seat. I believe they've seated you with your royal children. The spirits of your siblings and parents may also be there. Of course... they can just phase through walls so they don't necessarily need seats, but I imagine they know enough about the etiquette of a life of royalty.

Regardless, once everything moves out onto the balcony. I'd like all of you to step up there with me. I would not have these wings without any one of you. And I hope to make that all clear when I speak. This will certainly be the largest crowd I've ever addressed. Between all the different species that are now a strong part of Equestria. It might even dwarf Twilight's initial coronation.

Oh... also, be careful of hidden party cannons. It wouldn't be an event hosted by Pinkie & Cheese if there weren't... quirks like that, hehe

Chrysalis nods

Chrysalis: Don't worry, I'll be there right by your side once we go to the balcony. I'll do my best not to overshadow you with my own royal visage!

She said sarcastically and smirked as Starlight was walking away. Chrysalis would then make her way to her seat. Being right next to Thorax, Pharynx and Ocellus. Spur, Arista, Elytra and Suture were also 'sitting' there. In fact, they were seated next to Starlight's family. Though when she saw Sunset, the two didn't exchange words but they both nod and smile. It's still somewhat odd between them, but things are getting better. Chrysalis can also see Sunset trying to hold back her proud sparkling tears which makes her grin.

Thorax: You're looking well, mom. Can you believe it's finally happening?

Chrysalis: ...No, to be honest, it still feels like some sort of dream that I feel I might wake up from… only to find myself back in that cell.

Pharynx: Yeah that's to be expected, you're still adjusting. I had the same problem. But trust me, this isn't any kind of dream, you're not going back to that cell, ever.

Having her children reassure her fully eased her tensions. Though her brother Spur snarked

Spur: If you still think this is a dream, you want me to pinch ya?~

Arista and Ocellus giggling in response as Chrysalis rolled her eyes at Spur

Chrysalis: That will not be necessary! I am merely postulating!

Suture: Now now, you two. Don't make me come over there!

Suture says, trying to stifle a laugh at treating the two like they were still children.

The crowd anxiously awaited the ceremony to begin. Soon Gallus walks up onto the altar, and plays a trumpet to signal the quieting of the crowd.

Gallus: Welcome one and all to the coronation of my former counselor and current headmare of the School of Friendship, Starlight Glimmer! Without further adieu, I hereby formally announce the entrance of Princess Twilight Sparkle! 

Twilight is accompanied by a line of Royal Guards as she makes her way to the center of the altar.. She was now in Celestia's role when she was announcing Twilight Sparkle as a Princess to all of Equestria for the first time. Twilight even looks over to where Celestia was sitting. Still a little surreal that Celestia wasn't up there with her, though perhaps the former leader is content enough to see how a coronation feels from an audience perspective as opposed to being the host of it all. Each of Twilight's friends along with their families (and/or lovers in the case of Pinkie and Applejack) wave as Twilight walks up to the altar.

She walks up to Gallus' side and whispers to him

Twilight: Thank you Gallus, now how about you gather up your friends and check if Starlight is ready yet. You can try to ask Ocellus if she’d like to come with, though she may decide to stay with her family.. But I figure Yona, Sandbar, Smolder, Silverstream, and you would make a nice tribute to her role in the School of Friendship as she arrives.

Gallus salutes and goes ahead to find most of his friends to fetch the mare-of-honor

Twilight stands at the center, allowing some time for Gallus and his friends to fetch Starlight from the dressing room. Leaving some time for the crowd to sit in anticipation.

Once Gallus kicked things off, Chrysalis and her family were silent while he made the initial announcements. Hearing the cheers from the crowd did fuel all the changelings there. It was quite a mix of several different flavors, the likes of which Chrysalis, Spur, Arista, and their parents hadn't been privy to trying. While Thorax, Pharynx and Ocellus were pretty accustomed to it.

Chrysalis: For all this pomp and circumstance, the love generated from it is really quite something!

Thorax: You see? Isn't this better than the old methods of what we used to do?

Chrysalis: I… have to agree, there's a purity in the flavors now that was lost when it needed to be taken by force.

As Thorax and Chrysalis talked, Gallus approached the family. Gallus: Say Ocellus, you don’t have to go if you’d prefer to stay with your family. But Twilight suggested I bring you along with my friends to fetch Starlight from her room.

Ocellus thought for a moment, before turning towards Chrysalis Ocellus: Mom, would it be ok if I went with them? I promise I’ll be back here once Starlight’s at the altar. Chrysalis nodded Chrysalis: You don’t have to ask me permission anymore, Ocellus. You’re your own being, if you wish to be there with your friends. I will not oppose your own will. Both gently smiled to each other. Ocellus giving her mom a soft hug. Ocellus: Thank you, mom… Ocellus then went along the rest of her group of fellow peers

Meanwhile over in the dressing room, Starlight was there with Rarity who was still putting some finishing touches on her dress.

Rarity: Darling, this would go much smoother if you stop fidgeting. I know you're still getting used to your new wings but you're ruffling up the dress! It's like dealing with Twilight all over again!

Starlight: Oof! Sorry, Rarity...

Starlight sits still as best she can to let Rarity do what she does best. A moment later, a knock at the door is heard. Rarity stops what she's doing to answer it and finds all of the Student 6 there to greet her.

Gallus: Hi Rarity, is Starlight ready? I believe Twilight's about to begin the ceremony.

Sandbar: If she's not quite there, is there anything we can do to help?

Rarity: She'll be ready right about… now!

Rarity let out a sigh of relief.

Rarity: At least I knew better than to try using Star Spider silk again... 

Silverstream: I think the dress looks perfect!

Yona: It's even good enough for yak standards!

Rarity looked to Starlight one more time and smiled

Rarity: To think that I'd prepare a coronation dress for a new princess not once, but twice in my lifetime. And the fact that they were both some of my best friends, how can I be so lucky?

She looked like she was about to cry. She wiped her eyes with a handkerchief to prevent her makeup from running.

Rarity: Now go on, time to go make Equestria proud… Princess Starlight~! Heehee! Oh that's just a delight to say!

Rarity went on ahead to catch up with her friends. As 5 of the Student 6 escort Starlight down the hall. It's not long before they reach the front door. As Rarity whispers to Twilight, that Starlight is in position for her entrance. She thanks Rarity as the fashionista goes to sit alongside Sweetie Belle, her parents, and the rest of the Elements and their families.

Twilight walks up to the center of the altar, flaring her wings, to give a signal to the crowd to go quiet once more.

Twilight: Ahem... welcome everyone, today is yet another momentous occasion in the history of Equestria. While I have been able to maintain peace in the last decade ruling mostly alone. It's always felt like there was this gut feeling that something didn't feel quite complete yet. A hole left by both Celestia and Luna retiring together that I just couldn't fill all by myself...

But I am happy to say that today is when that hole is filled at last. Once again, Equestria shall be led by two sisters. We may not be of blood, like Celestia and Luna were. But I've known for years that being blood related… nor is being the same species a necessity to make a true family.

She looks not so subtly at her adopted son, Spike as she spoke that.

Twilight: Starlight Glimmer will be filling in the hole left by Luna's retirement. Much like Luna, she'll be the younger of the two of us.. as well as had her fair share of hardships in the past. The truth is, this ceremony probably should have happened long ago. If not for certain events, including many we still can't fathom...

She looks on over to the spirits in the room who died tragically in some way. To both the Royal Changelings from Chrysalis’ generation and her parents, as well as Sunset Shimmer.

Twilight: But as the old saying goes, it's better late than never. In the past few months, we have received more closure on an era of time that had left many bitter and/or emotionally scarred. And had a huge impact on both myself, Starlight, and really all of Equestria before many of us were even born.

Exactly a month ago, we ended one chapter of our storied history… but today we move on to the next.

So, everyone please give a round of applause for the headmare of the School of Friendship, a hero of Equestria. daughter of Sunset Shimmer, my most faithful student, and… my new sister…

Princess Starlight Glimmer!

(Based on a vector by Orin331)

The doors open to reveal Starlight in her new dress. The dress was a purple and blue color with an insignia on both sides of the dress that was a recolored version of her mother's cutie mark. And the tails on the bottom of the dress meant to be evocative of spirit tails.

Starlight is followed by an entourage led by the Student 6 that had been asked to escort her in alongside Royal Guards

Student 6: ♫ The Princess Starlight Cometh! ♫

♫ Behold, behold… ♫

♫ A princess here before us… ♫

♫ Behold, behold, behoooooollllllddd! ♫

♫ Behold! Behold! ♫

♫ The Princess Starlight cometh! ♫

♫ Behold! Behold! ♫

♫ The Princess is… ♫

♫ The Princess is... heeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrre! ♫

As the hymn finishes, Starlight’s crown is put on her head for the very first time. A shining silver crown similar to Twilight’s own is placed on her head. She turns to face the crowd behind her as a roar of applause for the official crowning. Despite knowing that this moment was arriving soon, Starlight still looked as if she could hardly believe this was actually happening. Perhaps like Chrysalis, she was afraid this was just going to be some dream.

It was then time for Starlight to walk up onto the balcony, where an even larger crowd than the one inside awaits. The roar of the crowd could be heard for miles. Starlight was right that this crowd probably outnumbered even Twilight’s own coronation. With not just hundreds upon hundreds of ponies. But all sorts of species big and small. There were even a significant number of full-size dragons witnessing it all from the back.

The Elements of Harmony, Celestia, Luna, Cadence, Shining Armor, Flurry Heart, Starlight’s family, Chrysalis and the Royal Changelings all step up there on the balcony and look out to the crowd. What a moment it was, as Starlight took some deep breaths as she got ready to make her inaugural address as a new Princess of Equestria.

She looks at Chrysalis with a warm smile before going back to overseeing the crowd and waving. Waiting for the excitement to die down a little before beginning.

It was a momentous occasion for sure. Everypony close to Starlight's heart was right there with her. Royals both past and present, now Starlight would be part of that pantheon of royalty. Chrysalis could see the bit of nervousness in Starlight's face and placed a hoof on her shoulder.

Chrysalis: I know what you're thinking, it's quite hard to believe we are standing here. But if I may give some advice on addressing a nation, stand tall, Starlight Glimmer. Speak with conviction and they'll hear you. They will listen.

She smiled back at her, Celestia and Luna smiled as well, not only at Starlight, but at Chrysalis too.

Celestia: I couldn't have said it better myself. This is still an important day for you as well, Chrysalis. You've also come quite a long way from who you once were.

Chrysalis said nothing, but she smiled. Trying to still be a mix of her old self and her current self. It made the group chuckle as the crowd's voices started to calm as Starlight was about to address them all.

Starlight nodded with a confident look towards Chrysalis' suggestion. She walks up front and center to the Balcony, flaring her new wings again. Starlight knew what it took to be a leader, even if her first experiences were not exactly good memories. But her time in Our Town still showed she could be a charismatic leader. But she knows now that charisma only gets you so far, and if your ideas are not to the benefit of your subjects, eventually the image of a powerful leader begins to shatter.

As Trixie once stated to her, Starlight may have feared being in charge again after what happened in Our Town.  But she was really good at it. In hindsight, perhaps one of many signs that were pointing to today.

Starlight took one last deep breath before beginning her speech.

Starlight: ...Thank you, thank you everyone. It is an honor to stand before all of you, and look forward to a bright future amongst all kinds. Whether you're a pony, a changeling, a dragon, or any other living being out there...

I first must of course confess that there were times where I felt this was an impossible goal. Especially after the kind of mistakes I made in my past. Between both the cult that was in Our Town, and traveling in time. I had thought I had simply too much baggage to ever be considered Princess material. I never thought during my first tenure as Princess Twilight's student that this was her goal for me. And sure enough, she let me go for some time. And even offered to let me decide where I wanted to go.

...But the problem was, I never felt the need to leave. Somehow I just felt more whole as Twilight's student for one reason or another. And I couldn't put my hoof onto why that was.

That all changed when I finally learned who my mother was. The great Sunset Shimmer, who herself was a student of a great princess before she declined a bright future to live a more simple life by raising me... before that was unfortunately cut short by tragedy.

And because of said tragedy, I'd have never really found out who I was supposed to be. Little did I know that the only way I would have found all the answers, were if the dead were able to speak...

…And speak they have. As thanks to Twilight's beloved son, we've since gotten many tear-jerking happy reunions. As Sunset Shimmer's heir, I had been gifted with her talents. As well as a feeling that I am what remains of her legacy... once I grew a full understanding of the events that transpired before I was born. I pleaded for Twilight to grant me another tenure as her student... and that finally comes to an end today.

The one thing I got right as leader of Our Town was seeking equality for everypony. But I went about it the wrong way, the equality that I should have pursued from the very beginning is what I see before me right now. Every last one of you are part of a puzzle that makes life in Equestria shimmer unlike anytime before in its history.

I can say I am proud of myself for helping cultivate this as a counselor and then a headmare of the School of Friendship

...But of course, today isn't all about me, there's someone else I'd like to give a chance to speak. That was central to my path.

And that someone is... Queen Chrysalis!

My first tenure as Twilight's student ended shortly after thwarting her plan from the inside of the hive, all without magic. Even when she was defeated, I tried to give her the same chance that Twilight gave me. And while she rejected it wholesale, I knew this would far be the last time we see her.

Sure enough, she had tried to make evil clones of my friends and teamed up with Tirek and... even Cozy Glow to make up a terrible trio that could have plunged us into a situation where Tirek and Chrysalis would have been the far lesser evil.

Her 10-year sentence in stone may be short by Equestria standards. But it's not the length of the punishment that matters, it's if there's a golden opportunity for the right pony to speak at them at length.

Honestly, at first I wasn't sure if I was the right pony. Chrysalis had a right to dislike me after getting self-exiled from her own hive. But thanks to Twilight giving me the opportunity to simply sit and talk. I realized she and I both had plenty in common. Events that we just couldn't see coming, or otherwise were not born yet to impact predestined us for hard times. And we each had pure evil figures that would never be open to redemption ruin our lives for years. It left both of us doubting the ideals of friendship, and sometimes the point of life on the planet if all we knew was pain and misery.

But as cheesy as this sounds, it's all too true: Friendship is magic. Life is magic. Over the course of the 6 sessions we had, I felt a bond grow stronger with each passing day and week. I ultimately found that I could trust Chrysalis... I even nearly gave up my own life if she thought that was preferable to continue after learning that I may as well have been the spawn of the devil in her eyes. No matter how false the accusation actually was.

But... she didn't give in. It was that moment I knew... that I had gotten through to her more than I ever thought possible. She simply needed one more push, the incident that happened to the hive a little over a month ago was one last moment of lashing out as the traumas of the past caught up to her again. When she finally saw the truth, and had accepted friendship with me into her heart. We let her see her long lost family as spirits. Giving her the reunion she deserved, and final closure.

Both of us tried to disrupt Equestria's peace at one point. But now, together... we shall only assure said peace continues for the foreseeable future! There's nothing we can't do when an earnest empathetic change is made...

So as your newest princess, allow me to make my first decree... a simple one... pllease give a standing ovation, and all the love you can muster... for my friend... Queen Chrysalis!

There was a moment of silence first when Chrysalis stepped forward. A few gasps as well since many remember what she used to look like. Seeing her as she was now came as a surprise to those who hadn't lived in Ponyville. She expected at least some boos or even something more vitriolic… but that didn't come. There was indeed applause. When it died down, she cleared her throat. She had a whole speech prepared but… she just tossed that aside and decided to speak openly and from the heart.

Chrysalis: To think I'd ever hear all of Equestria cheering for me, it's still quite an unusual feeling. I'd once longed for the day where I'd have taken Equestria's love, so to be given love willingly...

She chuckles to herself.

Chrysalis: I understand if some of you still have reservations about me or my intent. And to be honest, I don't blame you. I've spent years of my life vowing revenge on ponykind, plotting and scheming. 

So some hesitation is warranted. But let me assure you that while I am still myself... I no longer wish to destroy or harm. I too doubted that I would be standing here after everything I've done. 

Know that I will not ask for forgiveness for my actions, but know that I... I ally myself with Equestria willingly. Had it not been for Starlight pulling me from my own darkness, I would have forever been blind to the truth. Because of her and my newfound f-friends, I was reunited with those I thought I'd lost. And I will be forever grateful for that. 

Now don't go thinking I'll be singing songs or be some bubbly creature, there's plenty of that to go around, but I can openly admit my way of thinking was wrong. I know you all have treated my changelings well in the time that I had been removed as Queen, so I wish to thank you for giving them the love and kindness that I couldn't then. Moving forward, I will make sure our unity stands strong… as it always should have been.

As one last symbolic gesture, Starlight stretches out her hoof to Chrysalis. Once again in a similar fashion to when Chrysalis had slapped it away, after she had been defeated in her own hive. There was a moment she had this repeated before, when they were heading back to their timeline. This time however was in front of an anticipating crowd of hundreds of thousands, everyone's eyes glued on the balcony.

Starlight doesn't say a word, she simply looks in Chrysalis' eyes with a soft smile. Chrysalis already knew what Starlight was doing. She sighs and thinks to herself. 

Chrysalis: (Really… in front of all of them...? Fine, she's earned this.)

Chrysalis had no intention of hesitating this time. She smiled back and took her hoof. The crowd cheered as they saw the two enemies turned friends now standing together. Any fears that the crowd may have had were eased. They know Chrysalis is a true ally now. The group on the balcony also cheered. The former princesses look both proud and relieved. Chrysalis' parents also look the same, feeling that this is how it should've always been. It also looked like Sunset could no longer hold back her sparks of pride, though it was Firelight who was probably leaking far more liquid pride.

Fireworks lit up the sky as the sun appropriately set on this momentous occasion.

Now all that was left was the afterparty. The last bit of mingling after any wedding, coronation, or other hyped event in Canterlot and all the sounds of... thrown pies and party cannons?!

Those who stayed for the after party were shocked to see what seemed to be a food fight along with strings of confetti going everywhere. And things only escalated more and more as soft plushies, balloons, slices of pizza landing on everyone's plates. Not many knew what the commotion was about until two huge cannons appeared on either side of the royal courtyard. Aimed at a huge heart-shaped cake. Something is then fired, it turns out to be two ponies. Holding up what seemed to be identical small boxes.

And moments before they hit the cake, they in unison say.

Pinkie/Cheese: CHEESIE!/PINKIE! WILL YOU MARRRRYYYY MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE?!

Before they both splash into the cake causing frosting and cake debris to spread all over. Everyone in about a 25 ft. radius covered in frosting and cake bits.

Both ponies are in a daze as they pull themselves out of the cake. But once they shake their heads, they look at eachother. As they realized they asked "The Question" to each other at the exact same time. A gigglesnort from the both of them at the insanity of this moment. As they both lift up their small boxes to reveal identical hoof rings.

Cheese: Uhhh well then... ladies first?

Pinkie giggled and blushed. Before enthusiastically saying… Pinkie: YES! Of course I’ll marry you! The two then draw each other into a long kiss.

The confusion of the crowd watching slowly shifts into d'awww's and claps for the couple that had organized the whole event. Seems today was not quite done with significant events yet. 

While being pelted with food was not Chrysalis' idea of a good time, it was clear on her face she wasn't a fan. She could also hear her siblings' spirits laughing as they saw her covered in cake, pie and confetti.

Chrysalis: Ugh! I hadn't signed up for this when I came here! Now I know why Starlight warned me about those cannons! Where'd they even come from anyway?

While the room seemed to be shocked and elated at the surprise marriage proposal. Chrysalis, having known already that they'd propose, wasn't. And while she was still upset, the love being generated off of the two was more than enough compensation. All the changelings in the room were practically glowing from the purity of that love, Chrysalis included. She did make sure to not feed too much since she remembered how overly sweet it was… but it's a party, she can indulge! 

As things were quieting down again, Chrysalis spotted Sunset coming towards her.

Chrysalis: Seems you were finally able to dry your eyes… or is it unsparkle your eyes… this whole spirit thing is still so odd…  but I can't blame you for feeling such pride earlier.

Sunset: Don’t exactly have a body to cry tears, tiny sparks of soul magic drop when we cry. but yes, it's wonderful to see Starlight reach the goal she's been aiming for ever since she summoned me and discovered her true destiny. 

Though we owe alot to Twilight and Spike too... without them there's no way Starlight discovers who she was meant to be before it was too late. If not for them, the old saying of "The dead speak no tales" would have stayed true... and there's no way Starlight earns her wings... nor do you find the truth and reunite with those you lost.

Sunset looks on over to Ocellus who is happily mingling with the spirit of her Aunt Arista, and her grandmother Elytra. 

Sunset: I also think it's certainly going to help your own daughter become more comfortable with her role as a royal. Both of our daughters are royalty now. And not even death can prevent us from watching over them proudly!

Chrysalis smiled as she watched her children and the spirits of her siblings and parents interacting.

Chrysalis: You know... I actually agree with you. Had it not been for your daughter or Twilight Sparkle, my family would have been forever lost to me. I would have never learned the truth about you either. Our legacies will continue on through them. And thankfully, we'll always be able to see the fruits of our own labor.

She looked to Sunset.

Chrysalis: Don't worry though, I think she'll do just fine as a princess now. The two will learn and grow… and as much as I still feel strange in admitting it, I'll be learning those new ways as well. I'll have my crown back… but this time around, I'll go about things differently.

Sunset smiles, and looks off in the distance to see her daughter with a few of her own set of friends. Trixie, Maud, and Sunburst. Pharynx and Thorax hanging out with their Uncle Spur.

Both of them just have a quiet moment looking over everyone around. Before Sunset sees a certain meeting taking place. She shifts her eyes before whispering over to Chrysalis.

Sunset: Hey, Chrysalis... follow me. I think there's a certain group of ponies you should meet. Twilight and Cadence will be among them, so not everypony there will be too unfamiliar. But I promise it won't be a group you want to miss!

Chrysalis raised an eyebrow at the sudden whispering from Sunset. As if she were trying to keep it a secret.

Chrysalis: Okay? I suppose... What kind of group could you possibly want to keep under wraps like this?

She followed behind Sunset as they went to a more secluded area. It wasn't as secretive as she might actually think but it was an exclusive group that she can be a part of.

Over where they are, the entire group is chatting it up. Cloudy Quartz, Pinkie's mom is in tears of joy after having witnessed her daughter and Cheese's proposal.

Windy Whistles: You know what this means, right? Pinkie could join us in a few years!

Twilight: That would be pretty nice!

Mrs. Cake: Yes! Yes! Pinkie's always been such a good babysitter for my kids. She'll be an excellent mother.

The group begins to hear footsteps as they look back and see the Spirit of Sunset, along with Chrysalis. The footsteps were from Chrysalis, seeing as Sunset technically isn't really touching the ground.

Twilight Sparkle: Oh! Hello, there Sunset. And Chrysalis as well. I'm sure it's been a big night for you both.

Twilight Velvet: Yes, indeed. Good to see you Sunset... and wait a moment...

Twilight's mother just realized something, a lightbulb metaphorically lights up in her head

Velvet: Oh... I see what's going on here! We're about to gain a new member, girls!

Everyone at the table claps, except a little bit of a noticeable hesitation from Cadence as they realize who could be initiated. Though Cadence does soon clap as well, she had likely talked about her problems lately with Flurry as of late during the meeting. And Flurry's decision to use Chrysalis as a way to gain leverage on the fight for spoiled attention has soured the momentous occasion that should have been Chrysalis' reformation.

Chrysalis isn't as familiar with most of the group besides Twilight and Cadence. But she could at least see a fair bit of resemblance in some of the ponies she's met. And she at least remembered Stellar Flare showed up as one of the ponies arrived just before her change, where she recalled she was Sunburst's mother.  And the spirit of Pear Butter also happened to be there, without Bright Mac suspiciously. The gears in her head are starting to turn as she deduces what exactly this group's theme is. But she may as well ask Sunset to be sure. 

Cadence: Well well well, it was only a matter of time before you learned about our group, Chrysalis...

She was a little sour but Chrysalis already knew why.

Mrs. Shy: So that's Chrysalis, she's g-going to be joining our little sessions then?

Windy: Oh Dashie told me all about her! I hear she even bested her in a race, no small feat! But if I know my Dashie, she'll be wanting another one soon!

Chrysalis looked a bit confused, she recognized a few faces to be sure. 

Chrysalis: (Twilight Sparkle, Cadence, ...uh Sunburst's mother, Pear Butter, but not her husband? That round mare with kids I think I saw while at Pinkie’s home… and that other one who looks suspiciously like Twilight as well. But these other ponies…)

It takes her a moment to piece together who the other ones are.

Chrysalis: (That more stern gray  one makes me think of Maud… so wait, is that Pinkie's mother? Figure's that she's the outlier of the family. The shy one is obviously Fluttershy's mother and the energetic one must be Rainbow Dash's mother… what is this, a meeting of the moms?)

Chrysalis looked to the group and then to Sunset.

Chrysalis: So… I'm to assume this is the group you wanted me to meet? All mothers… I think I see why you've asked me to come.

Windy: That's riiiiiiiigggghhhhht! Allow me to introduce you to... THE M.I.LF. CLUB.

Windy just blurting it out like that almost makes Chrysalis choke up in laughter, and even a little curious on what this entails. As that acronym in the kind of corners Chrysalis has been meant... quite a bit. She wonders if maybe there's a reason they're being semi-secretive about this. Like something about this group may be... scandalous if their husbands were to ever find out.

Chrysalis blinked a few times in surprise. She needed a moment to process what she just heard. It even made her wings flutter.

Chrysalis: Excuse me?! The M.I.L.F CLUB?! Oh...OH it's that kind of club?! And here I thought most ponies were prudes! Well now, you are all just full of surprises! I had no idea you all were so promiscuous! You've clearly chosen the proper creature for such a club then!

She grins, getting the absolute wrong idea from the name. Mrs. Shy's face went completely red and Cadence could hardly hold in her laughter.

Cadence: Haha! No, this club isn't like what you're thinking of at all!

Twilight: Yeaaaah.... I've kinda talked to both my mom here and Windy about if maybe we should look into a name change at some point given how many times it's got weird looks... but the thing is what the acronym the club ACTUALLY means is... much more palatable.

It actually means "Mothers. In. Lovely. Families". Sorry, if... that... disappoints you?

Windy simply cracked up

Windy: You know, by now… I've gotten used to many taking the group's name the wrong way at first... sometimes I even embellish the joke a little. 

She wiggles an eyebrow. 

Windy: But no, we're not that kind of club. This is kinda like a girls only club, sort of the same way when our husbands get-together to watch the big game.

Velvet: Over the years we've helped up-and-coming-mothers learn the responsibilities of motherhood... all while sharing our children's baby photos~

Twilight sighed

Twilight: Which gets awkward whenever said child becomes a mother and part of the club...

Velvet laughing

Velvet: Just because you're the ruler of Equestria now doesn't make all your filly photos less cute~ 

Chrysalis: Oh… that's what you meant. That is far more dull but actually more in line with what I thought you might be doing. And that name… you should lead with the full description before just telling somepony the acronym...

There was a slight blush on Chrysalis' face from embarrassment. 

Stellar: Yes, to be fair we've tried to think of alternate names but it just stuck with us for so long! Besides, you're the one here with the most children so it's only fitting that you join. If it makes you feel better though, you can still think of the more… lewd meaning behind the term to describe yourself.

Cadence: I'm still on the fence about it to be honest. But if you are here then… it means I have a way to keep an eye on you too.

Chrysalis rolls her eyes.

Chrysalis: Relax, you know as well as I do that the nefarious days are behind me. I may not be a goody goody like you, but I've changed my ways and you know it. Ask any of the Ponyville residents, they've come to accept my presence… even if that is still weird to me! But fine, I'll join your silly little club or whatever, if it helps you sleep at night, so be it. It'll give me a better insight on Equestrian family dynamics too I suppose.

Cadence groans.

Cadence: It's not up to me Chrysalis. It's a group decision, but we already had a feeling you'd be joining anyway when Sunset suggested it to us. I think… it'll help you and I get over our issues too.

Chrysalis gasped, surprised to know that Sunset was the one making the suggestion for her. Perhaps their budding friendship was actually more than she realized.

Chrysalis: Look, I know I'm not going to be winning any awards for mother of the year, but all of your children know mine better than I do admittedly… so it wouldn't hurt… to get some insight.

She then looked to Twilight Velvet, grinning widely.

Chrysalis: Now… you were saying something about embarrassing baby photos? I may not be able to feed off that, but I just have to see!

Velvet beams and pulls out a large scrapbook. Each with sections that are separated by every one of the mother's children. Twilight rolls her eyes, but still chuckles a little.

Sunset: Velvet wait, we haven't even initiated Chrysalis yet. I'd do it if I... could hold a book. But who wants to do the honors?

There's not really anyone in the group still alive that has a real strong connection with Chrysalis aside from Twilight and Cadence. And Cadence herself probably isn't feeling it quite yet, so long as she’s worried of what influence Chrysalis may have on Flurry. But that's when Twilight walks up.

Twilight: I'll do it. I... know I said some things, and was quite cold to you back when we were in the treehouse of harmony... but you pulled through in the end and helped Starlight pass her final test. Equestria's leadership is now complete with two alicorns again and soon you shall be restored to your position in the Changeling hive. So consider this a thank you and well wishes for the future.

Chrysalis is silent for a moment, flattered that Twilight was able to say that. She looked to her and also Cadance.

Chrysalis: You had every right to say what you said at that moment. You would have been justified in petrifying me once more then too. I was prepared for that outcome. I've done horrid things to you, Twilight Sparkle… and also you Cadence. Allow me to put pretense aside for a moment… you've given me a chance and I'm not going to squander it. Don't forget I'm still me at the end of the day, however... What you've done for me… for my family both past and present, I'd be a fool to spit in the face of that. My children and I can finally have a stable relationship going forward. I can be with my siblings and parents again. I have much to make up for. But know that I am making an effort here. Now then...

Twilight lifts up the initiation book with magic

Twilight: Ok Chrysalis. Place your hoof on this book, and repeat after me...

'I solemnly swear…

That I have and will continue to …

Raise and support my children through thick and thin…

Maintain a happy home to the benefit of myself and my children…

And will to the best of my ability…

Love, support and defend my loving family.

I promise I will help prepare them for the future, that they so choose.

To motherhood!'

She cleared her throat and placed her hoof on the book. As silly as she thought it was to have to do this to join a group, the oath itself rings true for her and where she stands now. She recited it as Twilight had said. The rest of the M.I.L.F. Club, including Cadance, smiled at her genuinely as they all cheered.

M.I.L.F Club: To motherhood!!

Twilight: Oh and before I forget, Chrysalis. You’re more than welcome to bring the spirit of your own Mother if you so wish.

Windy: Yep! The more the merrier!

Chrysalis: I’ll… consider doing so sometime. Thank you.

As the discussion winds down, a voice rings out.

Starlight: There you are, Chrysalis! I've been looking all over for you!

The newly crowned Princess walks up to the club.

Starlight: Oh! Hey every... mother I suppose. And Twilight especially... I actually do have a brief question for you, Twilight. Do you know how the Sun and Moon raising is going to work from here on out? Will you need me to help immediately?

Twilight shakes her head

Twilight: No, no. I'll still be doing that myself for a little longer. But when you're ready for that I do have a plan. It will depend on the season, we will switch between day and night shifts. We are the new alicorn sisters now, but we're not as clearly defined to the Sun and Moon as Celestia and Luna. I will get the daytime in Spring and Summer. You'll get the daytime in Fall and Winter. The nighttime will be vice-versa.

Starlight thought about that, and nodded in agreement

Starlight: That sounds fair to me. Heck, I think I know why you get Spring and Summer... the start of Spring is literally Winter Wrap-Up, and then there's the Summer Sun Celebration

Twilight: Hehe, yup! You'll have your fair share of daytime events too though. The Fall Weather Friends race, and Hearth's Warming!

Starlight: Heh, admittedly Hearth's Warming is a bit ironic given I didn't really celebrate it too much. At least not until I met you. But I suppose I've grown to appreciate it more over the years. I'd be happy with that schedule once that's set up.

Twilight: There could even be some years we switch it up if perhaps you want to have Spring and Summer daytime.

Starlight: For now though the original schedule you propose is more convenient for me school-wise. I can raise the sun before the beginning of a new school-day upon Fall. It will get awkward upon Spring, but maybe that’s exactly what Spring Break could help with as I adjust my sleeping schedule. But when we’re in Canterlot together, it’s a possibility for sure.

As I was saying, though... Chrysalis, I thought I'd go see you so we can have one more private talk before the night is over. I don't suppose any of you mind, I know you just initiated her into this mom club.

Sunset: No worries, dear. Go on ahead. Both of you have earned it.

Twilight and the many other mothers in the club nod. Letting Starlight and Chrysalis have their space. For it was time... to get back to the gossip

Hearing all of these holidays, deep down, Chrysalis was actually looking forward to experiencing them in their entirety. Though she didn't want to admit that out loud. At the same time, hearing about the new dynamic between Starlight and Twilight made her wonder… how would their friendship change? Chrysalis was still learning and would Starlight's new role mean she'd have to leave? It was something that gave her a bit of pause.

Chrysalis: You know what that sounds good, let's go somewhere else for now...

As they walked away, Chrysalis chuckled.

Chrysalis: I cannot believe they call themselves the M.I.L.F. Club. How utterly ridiculous! Oh you ponies continue to baffle me in your ways. But I suppose that's to be expected. Now that the day is done though, how are you feeling? Has your new role set in yet?

Starlight: It's certainly a lot to take in. Plenty is about to change, although for now not much will be too different. I plan to still be the Headmare of the School of Friendship for at least a fair amount of years. But eventually I too will probably move in with Twilight to Canterlot.

That won't be for at the earliest 5 years from now though. So there's plenty of time to just chillax for now. Although I'm certain I'm going to have to be prepared for... all thr attention that a new princess gets. And I bet Flurry might get jealous of me given how much she craves it... if there's a princess that might become a new Nightmare Moon if we're not careful... It's her, heh heh.

Giggling a bit, she's glad Cadence isn't in earshot. As she knows that statement might increase her motherly anxiety. 

Chrysalis let out a sigh of relief.

Chrysalis: Good, and here I thought you'd be packing your bags and leaving me with Twilight's old castle. That place is too much for one mare… I suppose when you leave… I might be ready to fully return to my hive as well.

She then chuckled at the mention of Flurry going rogue.

Chrysalis: I actually wouldn't fret over that. Cadence may find it infuriating that she's taken a liking to me now. A surprise to me as well but... despite all I've said, I'm going to make sure she doesn't go down the path I did. I never lied when I said that I saw myself in her. I believe that I can make a difference there. Maybe get Cadence to get a few more stress induced gray hairs as well.

She laughed some more.

Chrysalis: This is going to be a big change for us and for Equestria. Trust me on this, you may make mistakes even if you have the best intentions for your subjects at heart. But you already know that.

She pauses for a moment and takes a deep breath. Starlight would see that Chrysalis is speaking from the heart.

Chrysalis: Just know that no matter what happens, I'll be in your corner. Just as you were for me. After all...

Chrysalis then turns to Starlight and holds her hoof out to her, just like Starlight had done several times before. 

Chrysalis: Isn't that what friends are for?

Starlight's eyes just about flood with tears of joy, she happily grabs onto the hoof... and even oversteps a bit by going in for a nice, tight friendly hug under the moonlight. It might surprise the big queen to get the unexpected invasion of personal space. But at least it's also a good dessert.

She makes sure not to hang on too long though, she knows it may still be a little too soon for Chrysalis to fully immerse herself in the touchy-feely, lovey-dovey pony behavior. Even if that was part of why Changelings are just about attracted to pony cities and towns as if they were moths attracted to lights. For the longest time, Chrysalis was always afraid that light would always turn into flames. But now that she's given it a chance, the light is more warm and inviting then she ever thought it would be.

Chrysalis gasps and tensed up as Starlight hugged her. She was being given love directly and in this form, it was still something she wasn't entirely used to. But much to Starlight's own surprise… Chrysalis returned the hug. She whispered into her ear.

Chrysalis: You tell nopony I hugged you. Got it? I… I'm only doing this because you've earned it, that's all!

Both Starlight and Chrysalis looked back over the scene of the afterparty. Starlight looked at her mother, and now adopted sister laughing with the other mothers on the table. Chrysalis looks at her children mingling with the spirits of her siblings and her parents. Both of them also see Celestia and Luna, who are themselves proud that the tradition of two sister alicorns would continue into this next generation.

As they pull back and see some of the afterparty still going on, their eyes lock with the former princesses, who wave to them.

Luna: Well look at that. Seems there's nothing left for us to worry about now.

Celestia: You're right, I know Equestria is in good hooves. And this weight that's been lifted from my heart. Even though we knew Twilight would be able to handle anything that came her way, Equestria was never meant to be ruled by just one pony. 

But it was important for Twilight to decide who she wants ruling by her side, not for us to plant a co-ruler for her. even if it seems fate had technically assigned her Starlight... long before either knew it.

Much how I waited 1000 years for your return, Twilight has finally found a ruling sister of her own.

I'm sure she feels similar to how I felt when she reunited us... and I know Chrysalis is feeling similarly too. I know that the next generation will lead Equestria, and the rest of the world to a more prosperous future.

Another chapter from the past had closed, and the next chapter looked to be even brighter...