#slowly making progres

[sl33py-g4m3r]

random update~~ need to get to actually playing more~~ hadn't had time for long stretches

napaea gained a level in my stock? apparently demons in the stock also gain exp~~!! Didn't know that. idk if its the same amount as if they're actually in battle, but I really don't want my healer dead. I wasted a revival bead on her and idk where to get a new one. or who drops one.

does healing in the barracks revive dead demons? I could've done that if the answer was yes....

back to unreasonable grinding~~ was going to keep trying to recruit a mokoi, and gryphon cause I don't have them yet, one level too low to try for chagrin. recruit everything humanly possible, lol.

Still worried I'll get lost in naraku, but I think I'm easily dealing with stuff in the entryway so I should be fine to embark further.

I'm a coward just staying by the door, lol. probably missing out on a lot of relics too if they respawn after pickup... I think crystaahl's playthrough a samurai said they respawn i think....

was going to try messing around with the talk feature to see what demons that have been made into allies would give, and mess with that a while. or is it better to kill them for exp instead?

current team is as follows:

flynn - level 6 - regular attack, bufu, zan. critical wave, leveling up mainly magic and luck, need to throw some into agility too I'd guess. magic and luck both tied for highest stats at 15 agility is now 14

centaur - level 5 - regular attack, bufu, needle shot

fuxi - level 4 - regular attack, zan, patra

Lham Dearg - level 3 - normal attack, gram slice, critical wave

napaea - level 3 - regular attack, dia, dream needle (would've been zan so what? was that due to my luck stat or random??)

wanted to grind to get life stones and items back... and see what demons would give me if anything if I had one of them already allied.

playing this game very safe so far I feel ~~~

couple hours of gameplay time and I wonder how much of it I've spent idle...

I feel "gets comfortable in first strata of naraku, second strata I'm gonna have an SMT moment cause I got lost and turned around or something"

Still a very fun game so far~~ and sadly I'm still in the tutorial... am i a coward or just slow?

probably just slow as I haven't found more time to actually play a lot. calling myself a coward is mean and I shouldn't do that~~~

Constantly have the naraku battle theme going through my head, lol

long post~~ glad anxiety chilled out enough to let me play the game~~ Is very fun so far~~ Used to the battle system i think finally

minor gripe that I can fix if i just used citra to begin with (and I don't want to start over); the red text for emphasis in the quest menu and elsewhere can be very hard to read for my blind ass. tho I shouldn't complain about it cause I'm using official hardware and not doing the recommended thing of emulating. so I have no right to, lol. how you all read it??

Edit 1: Lham dearg obtained~~ wooooo~~~~!!

Edit 2: Resting at the barracks does indeed revive dead demons and I wish I knew that before wasting a revival bead on napaea earlier…

Edit 3: changed levels accordingly ~~

Time to level Lham Dearg

I cannot play this game in large chunks and idk why cause it’s really fun so far~~ brain wut?

Edit 4: Hopefully I don’t waste the app points I had cause I expanded my demon stock x 4 and then bought the demon skill +1 slot. First thought was my skills +1 and demon skills +1 but I went stock instead…

[sich-sehnen]

Eternally Bound

Part Three

"Nix- a water spirit often depicted as a half-human, half-fish creature that lives in rivers and lakes, known for luring people into the water with their alluring appearance and enchanting songs"

Synopsis - As the days go by König watches from afar, for he does not want to scare his little treasure. But he can only go so long without basking in your presence.

Category - I've decided to label this as the majority fluff with sprinkles of smut and angst to spice it up a bit.

Warnings- Stalking (not necessarily but he watches you without you knowing), KÖNIG'S POV, this is loosely based on a 'trying to go to sleep' scenario, heavy on inner monologue, you're not awake for any of this (but don't worry nothing nefarious will happen) yearning and pining like the ancients did, König is fucking whipped already, reader has nightmare, sorry this is short.

Notes - This little one-shot is slowly becoming more of an actual fic instead (though not as long as I normally make my full-length stuff), so there will be more parts coming after this. I hope you're enjoying what I have thus far.

Wordcount- 1,257

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It had been centuries since König had the pleasure of laying his eyes on something as lovely as you.

He had spent generations wandering the depths as the world slowly forgot about him and his brethren. Fewer mortals begged him and his brothers for safe passage or a bountiful harvest, and even the prayers whispered to his sisters faded with each passing night.

And then there you were, sinking deeper into his domain until he could feel your rapidly beating heart slow.

He couldn't have that, not when the brief glimpse of your eyes had him uncontrollably reaching for you. He'd never seen anything as kind or as beautiful.

You were begging anyone who would listen to help, your prayers open for all to hear. König wouldn't doubt his brother in the clouds heard your pleas for mercy that night.

If it weren't for the reaper so close to your ear, sweet-talking your soul into his grasp, König would have dragged that ship deep into the water.

He would have ensured the men who fed such a lovely thing to a monster would suffer a cold and unforgiving death. Anyone who brings harm to something so angelic deserves wrath so powerful that not even the underworld will offer them reprieve from the consequences.

He'd hunt them down sooner or later, he just had to make sure his treasure survived their weak attempt at a sacrifice.

Has it been so long that the humans have forgotten what to offer him? A lovely creature is a welcome offering, but not her death. Certainly not by the hands of his waters.

You were cold and lifeless, your body limp in his palm as he breathed life past your blue lips. He waited, and waited, and waited.

Your heartbeat was faint, your pulse too slow for his liking. But you were alive.

All you needed was warmth.

And he gave it to you.

He brought you to his favorite temple, the very first one erected in his honor, and curled himself around you until he was sure you could maintain your own body heat.

It was selfish on his part. There were multitudes of ways he could warm you up, but he needed his arms around you. He needed you curled up against his chest, soaking up every ounce of heat he produced. He needed you to need him as much as he did you.

It was almost instant, his infatuation with you. Despite his brief time with you both unconscious and frantic with fear, he couldn't resist. How could he, when such beauty was so hard to find?

He wanted to see you comfortable, to see you sprawled across those sheets with a lazy smile on your face as he answered your every beck and call.

He wanted you to look upon him with joy, not fear. But that kind of thing took time and patience, two things König had infinite amounts of. So he watched you from afar, keeping you trapped in a gilded cage while he attended to your every need.

He kept himself hidden, too worried to ruin his little progress with your solace. König could tell you were anxious to leave, your guarded gaze never strayed too far from the pool he once emerged from.

You were wound tight, flinching at every sound that echoed throughout the room.

The intense, desperate need for your attention on him was so debilitating, yet he couldn't bring himself to frighten you again. Your terror was a putrid smell to him, the pugnant aroma forcing itself into his nose until he nearly choked with it.

The only respite from the yearning is at night after you whisper to the moon and succumb to dreams and fantasy. Only then does he allow himself a closer look at you. Only then does he allow only the softest touch, his fingers grazing your skin so lightly you don't even stir.

He stays by your side as the stars twinkle in the sky, refilling your water, refreshing your food, and relishing in your closeness.

König ached for your eyes on him. He yearned for the hues of color to be turned on him, to pin him with your raw emotions as he took away all your pain.

He's never felt this way before.

König had watched his brothers and sisters fall for mortals for millennia, and he'd seen the sorrow and despair that came afterward. Only once or twice had that story ended happily, and after having given up on the idea of love König finds it hard to see the story with his treasure ending in anything but tragedy.

Yet when you lay there, bathing in the moonlight as if you were made for him, he couldn't see anything other than a future with you. Couldn't think of a world where you weren't with him, lounging in a paradise he made for you as all your worries melted away.

König sits at the edge of your bed, the thick comforter lying at the foot. He beamed at the sight of you in the clothes he offered, the elegant fabric splayed all across your body.

Absentmindedly, König brushed his fingertips down your arm as if he were trying to make up for every second he couldn't touch you. You sleepily groan, your nose scrunching and your brows drawing in tight.

König panics, his hands immediately off of you and ready to book it the first glimpse of your eyes opening.

He'd been caught.

You'd see him, and you'd scream, and then he'd have ruined it all.

But you simply curl in on yourself, your lip quivering, and a pathetic whimper escaping your tightened mouth.

Your hands grip the soft sheets between your fingers, knuckles turning white with the force. You were still asleep, a tremor rolling down your body as König's body acted on its own accord.

When he leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your forehead, his mouth uncontrollably spewing sweet nothings, he notices the tears.

Silvery droplets cling to your lashes, the moon light reflecting the terror within.

His heart breaks for you, but he knows what's at the root of your fear. You're all alone, stuck in a place because König is too selfish to let you go just yet.

Instead of reflecting too hard on that fact, König gently settles himself before you, careful to keep the bed dipping from waking you.

He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into the safety of his chest while his other snaked under you to cradle your head. Immediately, you settled, and the pinch on your face softened into something serene.

König knew he was taking a risk, knew that one wrong move would wake you up, and he was done for. But you felt so good in his arms, all soft and pliable.

He had to stop himself from joyously cheering out in glee the moment you nuzzled deeper into his embrace.

You rubbed your nose against his bare chest while your hands, once curled between the two of you, now wound themselves around him. You squeezed, seeking solace in the unknown comfort that chased your fear away.

It was dangerous to stay this close. To keep you glued to him and pretend as if you weren't trapped here with him, mourning your life because he refused to let you go.

König carded his fingers through your hair, humming in delight at the content sigh that escaped you.

"You are going to be the death of me, Nix."

A/N- I am so sorry for the late update, all my free time had been taken up by an AMAZING fic. Literally for the past few days it's been READ, READ, READ! But anywho, thank you all for the likes and reblogs it means the world to me!!! <33333

For anyone interested and because I can't leave a fic this good go unrecommended, here is the link to the thing that's been taking up every ounce of thought. For The Record (John Price/Reader)

[jokingmisfit]

It's Nice to Meet You Too

Multi!Wells x Reader, Platonic Timeless Wells x Reader

Notes- I'm in a writing rut right now, and I don't know if this was good or not, but it's the only idea that I've been able to write out recently. I may make a part two to really solidify the idea, but I'm not making any promises lol. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it!

Warnings- Pre-Relationship, Pre-Polyam, Bringing People Back From The Dead

"Are you sure this is going to work?" He questions one last time.

"A little too late to doubt me now." You joke, before pausing for a moment of sincerity. "It'll work, I'm certain."

With one last nod and a singular wink you start up the machines. Pulling levers and pressing buttons until the contraptions come to life. The metal whirls and lights up with noise. Some sparks shoot off of the wires and spit to the floor. Harrison's hands sit heavily on the panel. The helm on his head is heavy and buzzing with the machine.

Light fills the room and bulbs pop and explode. When the noise and light dies down you're greeted with the image of four disoriented men. Your eyes lock with Harrison's for a second before you shout out in victory.

You bound towards the men with excitement and a smile. Harrison follows slowly, silently behind. You can see the confusion on their faces and shoot your hand out in a friendly attempt. "My name is Y/n and you're Harrison Wells," You look at Harrison then back at the four men. "Well the multiple other versions Sherloque, Harry, H.R., and Nash."

"You know us, but we have never met you, non?" Sherloque questions easily.

"Yes, well no I've heard about you through Cisco and Barry! That's why I brought you back. See the team needs a Wells and what better than one is all of them or at least the ones they know... I'm pretty sure if I brought all of them back chaos would follow very closely behind. Not the point! I know this is a lot to take in, but I know this is a good thing." You ramble out happily.

"How exactly did you," Harry gestures. "Bring us back?"

"Oh," You look at the large machinery the six of you stood at the center of. "Well you see I got a hold of Timeless. Which," You point and the man nods at the others. "He's this Earth's original Harrison Wells, but with weird time powers, not important, and I worked with him to make an apparatus that essentially plucked your energy from the last moment before it was completely used up to create the false speed force." You tell them, noticing their lack of clarity, you continue. "The details aren't too important, honestly I don't know if I'd be able to explain all of the mechanics even if I tried, y'know?"

"Do you always talk this much or?" Nash asks off put.

You deflate just a bit. Embarrassment creeping in just a bit. "No, sorry. I'm just excited and a bit nervous." Your eyes light up a bit when you step forward. "The four of you are legendary. Meeting you is like meeting the president to me."

"You are so sweet!" H.R. exclaims. "Doing all these amazing things then revering us. It's a bit cute," He leans towards Harry, slightly giddy. "Don't you think?"

"I think this entire situation is off." Harry says with skepticism.

"I understand all of this seems unbelievable, but If there is anything I've learned it's that the people that make up this Team Flash," Harrison looks over at you with a slight smile. "They can do incredible things, and sometimes those things don't make any plausible sense."

"I've always been one for the impossible." You agree with an awkward smile of your own.

Something passes the four men's faces at your words. You aren't quite sure what those looks meant, but it gave you hope.

"I think there's a few people you need to see." You decide with a grin.

"Well then," The men agreed. "Lead the way."

~~♡~~♡~~♡~~♡~~♡~~♡~~♡~~♡~~♡~~

It's been a few weeks since you and Timeless have brought the other Wells back. Harrison has gone back to reliving memories with Tess, and everyone's settled into the new rhythm of things. You've made progress on a new project you've started with Chester, and have overall moved on from the exciting event.

You haven't talked much with the new Wells', but you've noticed one of them staring multiple times. Despite sharing few words with the men themselves you've noticed they're more than willing to give you their attention when you speak.

Well, all of them except for H.R.. You've learned he's much more personal than the other three. This Wells was much quicker in warming up to you and much quicker to talk to you. Sometimes he distracts you almost completely from work with his stories and cups of coffee.

You've grown incredibly fond of H.R..

Sherloque was also a bit less shy, more than willing to interrupt a conversation or share his thoughts, but if the two of you were alone he seemed a lot more quiet, unsure as he stares at you. He was a genius who picked people apart with precise ease, yet he stared at you like you were an unsolvable puzzle.

He interests you with ease.

Nash was the most off put. Cisco said even compared to Harry this version was a hard ass. It made sense to you, the man had been heavily traumatized and filled with guilt, why would he want to let some random person into his bubble? Still though, he stared often, listened when you spoke, yet he rolled his eyes almost every time you've tried to address him.

You have no idea what to make of Nash.

You've learned Harry is the most likely to understand why you're talking about. This Wells follows your rambles easily and has even fixed some of your equations before you even knew it was wrong. That doesn't mean he lets you close, no, he keeps you at arm's length and despite willingly talking to you he keeps all conversations business-like and short.

He fascinates you without cause.

Currently you sit quietly pondering life and the most recent events. The screwdriver in your hands turns slowly by your will. Every moment from the last month replays in your mind as you muddle through every feeling and thought. Sometimes your own mind can entrap you.

"You good over there?" Cisco asks, pulling you from yourself.

"Yeah, just thinking." You murmur, setting the screwdriver down.

He quietly snickers to himself. "That's never a good thing. You might pet sematary someone this time 'round." He jokes.

"Ha, ha. I'm not planning on reviving anyone else, I'm just thinking." You rival.

"Yeah, well if you do you should bring back Harambe. I'm telling you his death is what caused all these problems. It's a curse because we killed him." Cisco states factually.

You roll your eyes with a smile. "Cisco, will you stop with your memes? I'm not going to bring Harambe back."

"Figures." Cisco playfully scrutinizes. "Anyways, I'm thinking of building a weapon."

"And you say my thoughts are dangerous." You tease easily.

He feigns shock holding his hands up. "Hey, hey! Mad scientists have to stick together. Hear me out, will ya?"

"Don't hear him out. His plan is dangerous and stupid." A gruff voice chimes in.

Once again Cisco throws his hands into the air. He spins around and walks away. "No one understands my genius!" He claims dramatically.

"Did you just save me from creating a weapon of mass destruction or did you just stop me from having a ton of fun creating a weapon of mass destruction?" You question with a smile.

"Both." Harry responds after a moment.

You sigh. "Shame, now I have to continue being bored."

The man shifts in place for a minute. You watch back as he analyzes you.

"I could help," He pauses, pursing his lips. "With your boredom... If you want."

You couldn't help, but smile at the odd offer. It was obvious he was uncomfortable, yet eager. It was an interesting combination to see, but a welcomed change to his normal indifference.

"What, exactly, would you do to cure my boredom?" You question with a smile.

"Follow me." He gestures with his head.

Harry led you up to the roof of STAR Labs. The sun setting casts a beautiful glow among the three other men who were already waiting.

You laugh lightly. "I feel, suddenly like I've been schemed into something."

"It wasn't a scheme." Harry claims, simply.

H.R. is the first one to come up to the two of you. "Do you like it?" He asks. "We wanted to say thank you for bringing us back."

It wasn't until after he asked that you actually take in your surroundings. The roof was decorated in a way that felt almost romantic. Different bouquets line the railings. Blue and red and yellow and pink petals pile up. A radio plays music softly beneath the sound of the breeze. A table sits in the center. A beautiful set-up made almost silly with the big belly burger sitting on the plates.

Your heart seems to float up out of your chest. It was an odd scene, but a welcomed one. It was simple yet complex. It was the nicest thing someone ever did for you. Several people did it for you. Four incredible men that did this to thank you.

"It's beautiful." You smile.

[faneth]

i, unfortunately for myself, dont build characters to be strong, i build them to have lore. i chose a class i didnt want to be in dos2 to slowly reclass as the game and the character progres, i accepted the permanently crippled flaw in the out worlds that reduces walking speed by 30% in exchange for a token, which i later spent on regaining a bit of the speed insted of anything useful. its a net negative but it makes me feel like my character is more of a character than just a cardboard cutout

[kavinderrawat]

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[gourmeat]

CW: RELIGION / CULTS, MANIPULATION & ABUSE, DRUGS / DRUG ADDICTION, MURDER & CANNIBALISM.

BACKSTORY BREAKDOWN:

aubrey is born in [redacted], georgia alongside their twin brother. due to elizabeths ties to the cult of paimon they did not stay in georgia long (it was the farthest from massachusetts they could get before she gave birth) and moved consistently throughout aubreys youth.

growing up, their brother was mainly nonverbal - elizabeth would call it "twin communication" as aubrey was able to speak for him (this is later revealed to be their telepathy but adults around them always had an explanation for it - often comparing the twins to the twins in the shining). this slowly died as they got older, their brother able to speak for himself around his teens.

around eight years old, elizabeth marries on a whim to paul jones* when they eventually settle down in colorado for awhile. paul is the local drug dealer, typically using their basement as his "office" and constantly putting his new family in danger due to his cliental. when his cousin isn't available to help out, he would often bring the twins in to help.

paul jones is an alias, one of many. he has been convicted many times for various crimes and is still on the run from the police; getting married to elizabeth was part of one of his many schemes.

the twins are raised heavily catholic; mainly because of elizabeths guilt for being in a cult. during this time they are still moving around but seem to gravitate towards colorado (paul usually insisting they go back after awhile).

aubrey develops catholic guilt young. a mix from having to do pauls bidding, their developing powers (that are slowly becoming a tad uncontrolled) and trauma and the unstable household they are currently in. it weighs them down and they join the local youth choir and confess their sins weekly, even if the offense is minor.

around their teens, they develop a drug addiction; its a cocktail of...a lot, whatever paul would supply them. their family doesn't bat an eye at it and pretends it isn't happening. by this time, they're also helping paul run drugs as he deems them old enough to do so.

the local priest picks up on the slow change in behavior, bringing it up to authorities; this ends up going nowhere as both elizabeth and paul are great at pretending everything is fine. they move shortly afterwards.

both elizabeth and paul are neglectful. neither want to be parents and see the twins as a burden. paul overworks them and verbally + physically abuses them. elizabeth is barely around and when she is its to make a bare minimum meal for the night. no one knows where she is during the day (or even nights).

during this period of time, aubrey steps up and works harder to make sure both them and their brother are taken care of. they are overworked and tired leading to being quick tempered and easy to lash out (this gets them in trouble at school. a lot. causing them to get suspended and switching a few schools before being pulled out completely to be "home schooled" aka teach themself).

around nineteen, elizabeth leaves completely one night. this doesn't surprise the twins but it does surprise paul - causing him to lash out. aubrey finally snaps, blacks out then comes to hours later burying the pieces of paul god knows where in the woods. by the time they get home, their brother is gone; leaving behind a note explaining how this was his chance to finally start fresh, he loves them, he won't tell anyone what happened and that they will talk again soon...they never do.

paul was technically not murdered by them; their powers went a bit haywire and caused a lot of damage but something more...demonic was at play. the blackout is a mix of that and trauma erasing it from their memories. a missing persons report goes out but the case grows cold.

aubrey is alone. painfully so. they continue to live like nothing had happened. this means continuing pauls business, mainly to keep up with their progressively worsening addiction.

one day, they get a postcard in the mail from readdsor, massachusetts. a typical "wish you were here!" print on the front, "we can help you find out more" on the back with a strange little symbol next to it. taking this as a sign they finally pack up and leave, hoping for the best.

once arriving in readdsor, they are greeted by april chambers, the local librarian, claiming she's the one who sent the letter. she gives a tour of the town and introduces them to her father, the local priest, father daniel.

readdsor is...a quiet town. everyone seems to know each other and is wary to strangers; at one of the rest stops outside of the town aubrey meets someone named john who warns them about the town - claiming that those who go in tend to not come back out among other tall tales.

the chambers are a nice family, inviting aubrey to stay with them while they search for work and a place of their own. desperate, they take the opportunity. during this time, the chambers help them sober up and invite them to join their church.

aubrey and april get close, not enough for a relationship to bloom but they are inseparable. one day, april invites them down into her family homes basement under the guise of showing off her fathers wine collection. the basement is revealed to be an huge labyrinth (that connects to most if not all of the main family houses in town) that leads to an alter. the alter is in front of an old group photo that surprisingly has their mother in the center.

as they try to wrap their head around what is trying to be implied here, they turn around and april is killed, point blank; starting a ritual as hooded figures start to flood out the various tunnels.

father daniel explains the towns history to them, along with their mothers history with the town and the reveal of the "church" being a disguise for the cult of paimon. he tells them that they are their prophet, the one they've been searching for.

this is kinda a part i lose steam in writing tbh its a lot of filler that just exists in my head a lot of their time in the cult is basically being worshiped day and night. their powers are still out of control and a lot of accidents happen (deaths, injuries) along with some distain towards certain people since they can read their minds and know how they really feel. they don't really live up to the cults expectations though, eventually snapping and killing father daniel because of the manipulation they've dealt with; this ostracizes them and causes them to leave readdsor.

a warrant is up for their arrest shortly after for both the murder of father daniel and april (despite that not being their fault). they stay low for awhile eventually making their way to new york.

while in new york they meet camio galatas; a lounge owner who takes them in and helps clean their slate. he explains he knows who they are, also a part of the paimon cult but through a different branch, and he wants to help them for good.

camio tells them that hes like them, also part demon, which father daniel conveniently left out. he offers to help them get their powers under control and they accept. he also mentions how he doesn't expect them to go back to the cult but if they felt the need to, he would help.

camio is actually of paimon / ars goetia blood; he's able to tell that aubrey is not, despite the cults claims that they were, but can see their potential. he never breaks this news to them because he knows it will change nothing with how they view themself now.

they stay in new york until they're in their thirties, eventually marrying camio and rebranding the lounge he runs to be a better empire. around this time they think more about their time with the cult, the power getting to their head and decide to go back to readdsor with camios help.

back in readdsor, aubrey takes father daniels place; they're able to manipulate the people who still despise them for killing him and get rid of those who won't change their mind.

around this time the readdsor butchering starts, bree realizes that the "hunger" that they would keep quiet with drugs is actually for human meat; its a side effect from their demon father as he was also one. the readdsor butchers are mainly to keep their hunger satisfied.

also around this time they "die" for the first time due to a murder attempt and..well realize they can't die. not a whole lot to scream home about but i felt like it was important to add. by 2024 they have "died" 5 ties.

[calisthenicsgrow]

Unlocking Core Strength: A Comprehensive Guide to Calisthenics Core Workouts

Core strength is the foundation of every movement we make. Whether it's bending down to tie our shoes or lifting heavy objects, a strong core is essential for stability, balance, and overall physical performance. Calisthenics, a form of exercise that uses only body weight for resistance, offers an effective way to develop and strengthen the core muscles without the need for any equipment. In this guide, we'll explore the benefits of calisthenics core workouts, the key exercises to include in your routine, and how to progress as you advance in your fitness journey.

Benefits of Calisthenics Core Workouts:

Calisthenics core workouts offer numerous benefits beyond just strengthening the abdominal muscles. Here are some of the key advantages:

Functional Strength: Calisthenics exercises engage multiple muscle groups simultaneously, mimicking real-life movements. This functional approach to strength training not only enhances core strength but also improves overall physical performance in everyday activities and sports.

Improved Posture: A strong core is essential for maintaining proper posture and spinal alignment. By strengthening the muscles that support the spine, calisthenics core workouts can help alleviate back pain and reduce the risk of injuries associated with poor posture.

Enhanced Stability and Balance: Strong core muscles provide a solid foundation for balance and stability, whether you're performing complex movements or simply standing upright. By incorporating balance-challenging exercises into your calisthenics routine, you can further improve proprioception and coordination.

Increased Flexibility: Many calisthenics core exercises require a full range of motion, which can help improve flexibility and mobility in the spine and hips. This increased flexibility not only reduces the risk of injury but also allows for greater ease of movement in daily activities and workouts.

Key Calisthenics Core Exercises:

Now that we've covered the benefits, let's delve into some of the most effective calisthenics core exercises to include in your workout routine:

Plank Variations:

Standard Plank: Begin in a push-up position, with your hands directly beneath your shoulders and your body forming a straight line from head to heels. Hold this position for as long as possible, engaging your core and avoiding sagging or arching.

Side Plank: Lie on your side with your legs extended and stacked on top of each other. Prop yourself up on your forearm, elbow directly beneath your shoulder, and lift your hips until your body forms a straight line from head to heels. Hold for equal time on each side.

Plank with Leg Lift: From a standard plank position, lift one leg off the ground, keeping it straight and parallel to the floor. Hold for a few seconds before switching legs.

Hollow Body Hold:

Lie on your back with your arms extended overhead and your legs straight out in front of you. Engage your core and lift your arms, shoulders, and legs off the ground, forming a "hollow" shape with your body. Hold this position for as long as possible, keeping your lower back pressed into the floor.

Bicycle Crunches:

Lie on your back with your hands behind your head and your legs lifted, knees bent at a 90-degree angle. Alternately bring your left elbow towards your right knee while extending your left leg out straight, then switch sides in a pedaling motion. Continue alternating sides for the desired number of reps.

Leg Raises:

Lie on your back with your legs straight and your arms at your sides. Keeping your lower back pressed into the floor, lift your legs towards the ceiling until they form a 90-degree angle with your torso. Slowly lower them back down without letting them touch the ground, then repeat for the desired number of reps.

Progression and Programming:

As with any fitness routine, progression is key to continued improvement and avoiding plateaus. Here are some tips for progressing your calisthenics core workouts:

Increase Time Under Tension: Instead of simply increasing the number of reps, focus on slowing down the tempo of each exercise to increase time under tension. This will challenge your muscles more effectively and promote strength gains.

Add Resistance: Once you've mastered bodyweight exercises, you can increase the intensity of your workouts by incorporating resistance bands, ankle weights, or weighted vests. This added resistance will stimulate muscle growth and further enhance core strength.

Experiment with Advanced Variations: As you become more proficient with basic exercises, experiment with advanced variations to keep your workouts challenging and engaging. For example, you can try one-arm planks, dragon flags, or windshield wipers to target different areas of the core.

Focus on Progressive Overload: Progressive overload is the principle of gradually increasing the demands placed on the muscles over time. Whether it's by increasing reps, sets, resistance, or difficulty level, aim to progressively overload your muscles to continue making gains.

Conclusion:

Calisthenics core workouts offer a convenient and effective way to build strength, stability, and endurance in the core muscles using nothing but your own body weight. By incorporating key exercises like planks, hollow body holds, and leg raises into your routine and focusing on progressive overload, you can develop a strong and functional core that enhances your overall physical performance and quality of life. So, whether you're a beginner looking to improve your posture or an advanced athlete striving for peak performance, make calisthenics core training a priority in your fitness regimen.

[cliban]

AYE

Hi so to preface - I'm a sexual assault survivor who is DEEPLY uncomfortable with how Angel was treated in the show, by the show creators, and in general, and I've put a little bit into re-working him to still keep him relatively intact as the original Angel Dust, but portrayed in a way I feel would reflect a more interesting character. I also don't like Hazbin Hotel or Vivziepop very much lmao - I happen to be a trans guy.

Spoilers for the entirety of Hazbin Hotel, and CW for discussions of rape, other sexual assault, loss of autonomy, transphobia, and abuse.

Angel, in the rewrite I have going with Jay and co, is a sinner trapped in a bad contract with Valentino, that part stays enough the same. Valentino likes to use Angel's image as a porn star and as a trans man (another change - Angel literally just has breasts in the original but is still a cis man. Not to say that cis men cannot play with gender however they want, or that cis men cannot have breasts, but the sexualized nature of Angel's chest felt fetish-y to both transfems and transmascs) to portray the "perfect" sexual being.

Angel himself was initially all for it, as he quite enjoyed sex, sexuality, etc - He's a gay man that's invested in kink and bdsm, he thinks it's fun, etc. To note, he would be the only major character in this Hazbin rewrite who has an arc so sexually present - the others would be Asmodeus (obviously), Stolas (to outline his consent issues), and to a lesser extent Fizz (similar to Angel's autonomy issues, but less about the sex doll thing and more just.... Mammon's control), who are all more Helluva Boss centric. Anyway, to clear that up, most characters would not be as hypersexual as they are in the show lmao

Pre-show, Valentino has successfully marketed Angel as that perfect sexual being - a somewhat androgynous man with a vagina, feminine enough to have breasts but masculine enough to overall pass as male. Something for everyone. Angel is becoming slowly more dysphoric, but is banned from transitioning, and violence slowly creeps into his and Valentino's relationship as Angel starts to protest against some of the bullshit, but is, of course, shot down. By the time the show present rolls around, Angel is quite literally at his lowest point, and willing to take the free lodging just to get away at some points.

He initially presents as a very flirty, very porn-y person, extremely confident, thinks he's funny, more like he is in the pilot. Kind of a dick, feels very self-centered and acts like he's better than everyone because he's famous and a porn star. When Charlie, Vaggie, Husk, Alastor, etc start very firmly rejecting any flirting he does, he starts spiraling a little in private, because "God, I pushed them too far, and that makes me just as bad if not worse than Valentino" and "If nobody actively wants me all the time, what worth do I even have?"

Those initial personality traits are mostly to get him by - People expect him to be a little flirty at least, so he dials it up. He can get away with seducing his way out of bad situations using his body and his reputation, and he does it so often that it becomes a very subconscious first nature thing to him.

Eventually, this leads up to my rewrite of episode 4, which is so long I put this under a cut lmao

Now I did like the aspect of Husk calling Angel out on his very fake demeanor, but there was absolutely 0 leadup to it, so I would push episode 4 over to a far later episode and have some scenes building up to it; We know Angel uses drugs to cope, and I assume that would extend to drinking, so Husk would just quietly start picking up on when those episodes happen (after porn shoots), the visible marks on Angel's body (physical violence from Valentino that he passes off as a bdsm shoot), all those little details that Husk would have picked up on from his gambling history. In any case, Husk wouldn't call out Angel in front of everyone because Angel would just. Back further away from any progress. Instead, I'd put Angel as trying to come onto Husk (possibly drug-induced state) and Husk calling him out there. Maybe Alastor or Charlie could overhear, to which Charlie decides to go Support Angel At Work (because she would be less. squeamish abt everything in the rewrite lol) and see how the business is run

In any case the scene of Charlie accidentally mucking things up - in this case she's just distracting actors because she's genuinely interested in people - and Valentino goes and whispers something inaudible to the audience to Angel, because Valentino has been friendly (not creepy like he is in the original ep) the entire time, and Angel's face just drops, but he goes over to tell her to sit down and the conversation escalates because Charlie's panicking that Angel's upset and Angel is panicking that Valentino's gonna take it out on him and now Charlie's upset, so it escalates to Charlie leaving.

After that night's shoot - which is Not depicted by the way, I want to make it very clear that that montage was literally a sexual assault/gangrape montage - Angel is visibly battered and if we have make the details clearer we can have an advertised scene or people talking about how good [that shoot] was, contrasted with Angel covering up and being uncomfortable. I'd rather have it implied not even because of discomfort but because leaving things up to implication can make the audience feel so much worse for him

then Angel enters the hotel and Charlie tries to talk to him about it in that bright cheery "how'd it go?!" and Angel is genuinely a dick to her. Like full on snapping at her. I think it's important to have Angel have some real assholish moments in the show, then have Valentino use that later in order to manipulate Angel further in another attempt to isolate him. Anyway Angel storms out and Charlie makes to go after him, but Husk goes wait. I'll do it. and because Charlie has had some scenes with Husk demonstrating his people-pacifying social skills to her before, she trusts him and passes along a message

Husk finds Angel at the same scene, schmoozing it up with some guys and letting them spike his drink. Husk drags Angel out again and asks why the fuck he'd let that happen. I'm not entirely sure how Angel would react, but his internal reasoning is that if he lets that happen, it's a more "real" form of assault on him. Valentino very clearly manipulates Angel's consent to the point where Angel is unsure if he's consented or not (he is not), and Angel deals with hypersexuality as a result of that. In this case, he'd go out and sleep with a bunch of ppl in very dubious consenting situations because 1. he is hypersexual and craves validation that is not from Valentino, which is easiest to access via sexual validation, 2. his self-worth is somewhat tied to how much he can serve others, or drugs, and both are of equal value to him, 3. if all else fails, he can point out that situation to himself as the most "valid" violation of his consent, and justify his godawful situation to himself, a "at least Valentino doesn't do this to me!"

Husk, being very good at people, goes yeah. okay. that's fucked. it's all fucked. you still need to apologize to charlie though. and Angel agrees because he was being a dick. But from there it opens up a dialogue of Charlie and Husk slowly getting through to Angel and eventually, when Charlie figures out the full extent of what Valentino is doing to Angel, she goes fucking feral. princess of hell an all that

If you have any questions feel free to ask, i guess! jfc that got long

Please tell me what is Angel Dust in your rewrite

@cliban wanna do the honors?

[sparklypinkie]

I wish I had more energy 😭😭 I do like 1 thing a day and draw for 30 min an then I'm like oooo so eepy and I HAVE to lay down to "nap" <- (it is never a nap)

[gynandromorph]

gray: hey guys I'm making a video game project it's hard but I'm learning a lot of new skills and slowly making progre-

Dupe: I'm BACK baby who wants to FUCK this BADGER

[supernaturalgirl20]

The request: “this sounds like you’re flirting with me.” “...i have been trying to do that for three years now.” [Idiots in love]

“Please please please don’t leave me please-”

[angst]

I think this may work together just fine and character is Frankie or Dieter. I can’t choose. It’s so hard.

The Note: I’m very happy you got to this milestone. Have been here with you from the begging. I see giant progres in your stories, your writing became so much better, character development is on another level since your start. Your stories making me very happy and you are one of the reasons I’m not lurker anymore and I actually made this blog for. I love your writing so much. I love you so much ♥️ I reread your Pero stories couple times actually but I’m pretty sure I read everything you wrote. So stay awesome and dream big 🥳 see you at the next milestone and I think you gonna hit it soon 😘

Your @little-mrs-morales 😘😘😘

My love thank you so so much for your kind words they have made my day, month, year 🥰 I went with Frankie on this one, hope you enjoy ☺️

Me & You

Pairings: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, unprotected sex, oral (female receiving), mentions of guns, death, angst, blood, fluff.

Comments and reblogs really appreciated 🥰

Walking along the crowded hall, the sound of your heart thumping loudly within your chest fills your ears. It’s been a year since you saw him. A year since you heard his deep baritone voice and it sent a nervous energy through you. For as long as you can remember, you’ve always liked Frankie - scrap that, you loved him. He’d been part of your team in the army and before that he was your brother's best friend.

A constant in your life until he wasn’t. He’d met Aria, and as things got more serious, you couldn’t sit by and watch. So you left. That was two years ago and although you weren’t ready to face him, Santi wasn’t giving you much of a choice. Standing outside the locker room you take in a deep breath - trying to calm your nerves - before slowly making your way inside.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” Will says as he stands and pulls you into a hug. You missed Will. “Yeah, it’s been a while. Heard about Elaine, I’m sorry.” Will pulls back slightly, the smile on his face falling a little. “Shit happens. Besides, she deserves better than me.” You look at him with sympathy in your eyes, “ever the realist, Will.”

“You know me.” He looks up past your shoulder and jerks his head, “here’s your boy shortcake.” Why did you have to tell him about your feelings? Rolling your eyes at him you turn to find Benny strutting in, followed by a tired looking Frankie. “Well fuck me, shortcake it’s been a while.” You snort a laugh as he wraps his arms around you and swings you around. “In your dreams, Benny.”

“Oh you’ve been the main attraction in my dreams quite a lot, shortcake.” You hit him on the chest playfully as Frankie steps around him to stand before you. His brown eyes take you in before pulling you into him, his arms wrapping around your waist and holding you close. God you missed him. Taking a deep breath your senses are consumed by his scent. Cedarwood, a hint of spice and something entirely him.

You both stay like that until someone clears their throat, and you pull apart awkwardly. “You can catch up with my lil sis later Fish, first we’ve business to discuss,” Santi says as he claps him on the back before pulling him into a hug.

Frankie comes to stand beside you as Santi fills you all in on the job. “If Tom's in, I’m in,” Will says standing, before he walks towards Benny. “You know I’m in,” Benny says as he stretches. Santi turns his gaze towards you and Frankie, waiting for your answer. “Someone’s gotta keep an eye on you,” you tease as you push away from the lockers, “I’m in.”

You leave, catching up to Will and Benny, Frankie and Santi following behind. You can hear their conversation, something about Frankie being suspended over a coke charge. What the hell happened? Standing outside the main arena, Frankie comes up behind you as you all wait to go in - his hand moves to rest on the small of you’re back.

A warmth seeps into you from his touch and you glance up at him - his brown eyes already on you, a smile spread over his face. ‘BENNY MILLER’. His name being called vaguely registers with you as you stare up at the man you're desperately in love with. “Come on, Bonita. Let’s go support this idiota.”

***

Frankie sat beside you and you both spent almost the entire fight catching up. God you really had missed him. “You really think this is gonna be as easy as Santi is making out?” Shrugging your shoulders, you release a sigh, “definitely not. This is my brother we’re talking about, he undersells everything.” He laughs as he takes a sip of his beer. Your legs are touching and it sends a shiver down your spine.

You watch the fight for a little bit before you feel the heat of his gaze on you. Turning your head a little, you find him looking at you. “You look really good, hermosa. You’ve always looked good.” A blush makes its way up your neck and settles on your cheeks. “Seeing anyone?”

A nervous laugh passes your lips as you fiddle with your hair. “It sounds like you're flirting with me Morales,” you say teasingly as you turn your gaze back to the fight. “I’ve been trying to flirt with you for years, you just never noticed.” You freeze, sitting back straight as you turn your gaze to him. Frankie is looking at you now with a hint of something in his eyes that you can’t place. Love, lust, who knows.

“Yeah right!” You nudge him and he places his hand along your thigh and you gulp. “I’ve liked you for years Y/N, just never thought you felt the same. Then Aria came along and you went MIA, thought I’d done something wrong but Benny told me about how you felt and I…I dumped her. Tried calling you but you ignored me.”

“You’re serious right now? Frankie I left because I couldn’t take seeing you all loved up with her, Benny was right. I’ve loved you since high school.”

“You love me?” It’s too late to go back now. “Yeah, I love you.” Frankie crashes his lips to yours completely forgetting that Tom and Santi are sitting the other side of him. Every inch of your skin burned with the need to be touched by him. Your hands skimmed over his chest and into his hair and he growled into your mouth. A cough bursts your bubble and you pull apart, embarrassment flows through you both.

“As much as I’m delighted you two finally have admitted your feelings, please don’t touch my sister like that in front of me,” Santi teases. Frankie doesn’t take his eyes off you the entire time and you feel hot under his gaze. Leaning into you, his breath hot on your skin he whispers, “wanna get out of here?” You can’t speak so you simply nod and you both stand, shuffling past Tom and Santi.

“Atta boy Fish, go get some,” Benny shouts as he sees you both holding hands and leaving. “Oh Jesus!” If you weren’t embarrassed before you are now. Frankie wraps his arm around you and you bury your face into his chest. “Benny! Seriously man, that’s my sister.” Frankie opens the passenger door and helps you into his truck before running around and hopping in. “Think it’s best if we go to mine,” Frankie says as he turns on the ignition.

“Yeah, sounds good. I’m not really in the mood to have Santi interrupt us.” His hand snakes over to your thigh, “yeah me neither.”

***

Frankie slams his front door shut behind him with his foot as he stalks you backwards into his kitchen. Like a hunter chasing his prey.

Quick as lightning, he grabs your ass, lifting you onto the table. He steps between your legs, and kneels as a servant would for his master. His hands trail up along your calves as he teases you. Lips skimming the inside of your thighs before his mouth found your core. Your back arches off the table and your breath hitches as he works his tongue into you. His moustache along with the light facial hair, creates a delicious friction.

“Oh fuck, Frankie.” He groans into your core and the vibrations send a spark of pleasure through you. He lifts his head, his tongue licking his lips as your cunt flutters around nothing. “Taste so fucking sweet, Bonita.”

“Fuck Frankie, your so good at that,” you breathe out as you lean up on your elbows. “Need to be inside now, Bonita. Come on.” He helps you up and carries you to his room where he rids you both of your clothes. Laying you back in the bed, he nestled himself between your thighs and you can feel the hard length of him pressed against your core. He slowly pushed inside and you both groaned as you stretched to accommodate him.

He feels so good but it’s not enough, you need more. Pushing on his chest you straddle his waist, grabbing his cock and lining it up before slowly sinking down onto him. Oh! His hands grip your hips as you begin to move above him - hips rocking over him. Sitting up he pulls your nipple into his mouth as he grabs you tight, pushing you down onto him.

“Oh Frankie I’m…I’m gonna..”

“That’s it baby…come on my cock. Want to feel you soak me. Waited so long.”

“Oh fuck…Frankie…oh fuck.” You shudder in his arms as your cunt clenched around him - his trusts becoming erratic- sending him over the edge. “Where?” A groan escapes your lips as he thrusts up into you at a brutal pace. “Inside…I’m safe and on the pill.”

“Ngh! Fuck baby.” He comes hard coating your walls with a cry of your name. He brushes hair off your face and captures your lips in a soft kiss before laying back - pulling you with him. His soft cock slips out of you and you nestle into his side.

“I can’t believe we waited this long, we could have having mind blowing sex all this time.” Frankie chuckles as he kisses the top of your head. “Well, we’re together now, that’s all that matters. When we get back from Columbia, I’m taking you out for dinner, if you want?”

“I’d love that.”

***

The mission in Columbia was going great, until it wasn’t. Everything had gone to shit once Frankie had to make an emergency landing. Tom was dead and you were shot, badly. You didn’t say anything at first, not wanting anyone to worry - it was only a small wound, the bullet went through but you were beginning to feel dizzy.

Benny had gone on ahead to scout out the town and see if your boat had arrived, leaving just you, Santi, Will and Frankie. Frankie had set up the packs so you could all use them as pillows and you were lying beside him when you felt yourself drift. The guys had been talking about how many people they’d killed but you just couldn’t stay awake anymore.

“How many have you killed shortcake?” The guys waited for you to answer but when you didn’t, Frankie looked over at you and sat up abruptly startling the other two. “What’s wrong, Fish?”

“Y/N? Hey baby, wake up.” He said as he began to wake you. When you didn’t respond he felt your pulse and all colour drained from his face. “She’s not breathing. Fuck,” he cursed loudly as he drew his hand away, noticing it was drenched in blood. He ripped at your clothes and saw the bullet wound on your side.

“When did she get shot?” Santi and Will are beside him now, Santi calling out your name - hoping you’ll wake up. “Where’s the med bag?” Will shouts and when no one answers he shouts again. “Fish, med bag - now. We need to stop the bleed.”

He pointed towards it and he sat on the ground pulling you to him, sobbing. ““Please please please don’t leave me, please- baby I can’t live without you, not when I just got you.” Santi pats him in the back before Will works on your wound. Frankie can’t watch. He buries his face in your neck and he prays. Prays to whoever or whatever is out there that you live, that you wake up and he gets to spend the rest of his life with you.

Santi pulls out the mini defibrillator and after two shocks you stutter out a breath. “Fuck baby, you scared me.” Frankie cries as he kisses your lips frantically. “Don’t you ever scare me like that again, you hear,” Santi says as he tries to hold back the tears.

“I’m…I’m sorry…didn’t want to worry everyone…not…not after Tom..” Frankie rocks back and forth with you cradled in his arms. “Shh, baby it’s ok. You're alive, that’s all that matters. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You rest against him and you can feel yourself grow tired. “Hey, no sleeping, not yet. Come on we gotta get home,” Will says standing and gathering his things. Frankie grabs what he can and then helps you stand as you all slowly make your way to Benny.

***

You’d all made it and the first thing Frankie and Santi made you do was go to the local hospital. They cleaned up your wound and gave you antibiotics and painkillers and you felt a thousand times better. Anything was better than being dead.

Now as you all sit around the table with the solicitor, Will and Benny decide to give their share to Molly and the girls. Frankie looks at you and when you nod your head he does the same but Santi and the boys stop you both. “No. Shortcake, you almost died, that money is as much yours. You and Frankie keep your share and build that life together. Milky will have enough with all our shares.” You can feel the tears build behind your eyes, “are you guys sure?”

“Positive. Now we’re headed out, we’ll see you guys back stateside.” Both miller boys leave the room and then Santi says his goodbyes. “Where are you heading?” A smile spreads across his face, “oh, you know I hear Australia is nice this time of year.” You both hug and then he claps Frankie in the back, whispering something into his ear.

Then it’s just the two of you. He stares at you then, eyes filled with love and adoration as he wraps his arms around you. “We're never doing this again. Ever! I almost lost you.” A contented sigh passes your lips as you breathe in his scent. He smells like home. “You didn’t, I’m here and I promise I’m not going anywhere. Now let’s go home, you owe me dinner.” You can feel the rumble of his laugh before he grabs your chin gently. “I love you so much and I can promise you I’m never letting you go, not now, not ever.”

“You better not Morales.” He twines your finger together, “come on, let’s go home.”

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[heyiwrotesomethings]

Just Another Day

Alcina Dimitrescu x She/Her Reader

A/N: I started this one in August. I like this one more now than when I had initially wrote it so that’s a nice surprise. Love it when that happens. I just really like how I wrote Cassandra in this one. I’d probably consider this to be more of a, ‘reader spends time with her adopted children than the love interest’, but they get a couple nice moments too. Hope you like it, Happy New Year! Word Count: 3,364

(Y/n) stirred awake, blindly swiping her hand across the mattress and sighing when her efforts met no resistance. Slowly she sat up in the massive bed and stretched, gaining the attention of her wife who had just finished applying her makeup.

“Good morning.” Alcina called softly from the vanity, her golden eyes meeting (Y/n)’s through the mirror. The left corner of her lips pulling upwards after she finished applying her lipstick.

“Good morning.” (Y/n) greeted in turn. She dangled her feet over the edge of the bed and descended the stepping stool to reach the floor below and padded over to Alcina.

She grinned as Alcina’s arms enveloped her and hugged her close, a soft kiss planted on the top of her head before Alcina’s chin rested there.

“Did you sleep well?” The Lady of the Castle asked, her fingers skimming soothing lines over the smaller woman’s back.

“Yes, I feel great.” (Y/n) confirmed, sinking into Alcina’s hold. “And you? The wine shipment deadlines aren’t stressing you too terribly are they?”

“Not at all my dear,” Alcina pulled back to look down at her wife, “everything is going just as planned.”

“I’m glad.” (Y/n) said, cupping Alcina’s cheek, “Do you have time to join the girls and I for breakfast this morning?”

Alcina sighed, “I’m afraid not my love, but I promise to be back for dinner.”

“That will be nice. The girls and I will look forward to it.”

“As will I.” Alcina said, as she leaned down to kiss her lips a touch too chastely for (Y/n)’s liking. “I must be going to the vineyard now. There is still much to be done if I’m to keep my promise.”

(Y/n) hugged Alcina around the neck, taking full advantage of the fact that Alcina was still sitting at the vanity, and gave the vigneron a much more involved kiss before pulling back with a smirk. A rumble sounded in Alcina’s throat, the fingers that had been lightly scratching between the human’s shoulder blades had migrated to grip her hip possessively instead.

“Cheeky little thing, aren’t you?” Alcina said, trying her best to sound unamused.

(Y/n) shrugged her shoulders and Alcina rolled her eyes before rising to her full height. She fixed her hat atop her head and glided past (Y/n) towards the door, but not before mussing (Y/n)’s hair in a condescending way that she knew would drive her lover crazy. She chuckled as her wife batted away her hand and bent over to exit the room. (Y/n) quickly forgot about the jab at her height in favor of watching Alcina go with a sigh. How could she make fitting through a door too small for her look so attractive?

With one last knowing smirk and a wave of her fingers, Alcina rose back to her full height, making her head and shoulders disappear above the door frame. The last thing (Y/n) saw of her was the white of her dress and the flash of a black leather glove pulling the door closed. With that, (Y/n) made her way into the bathroom to start her own morning routine.

After (Y/n) got ready for the day, she began descending the staircase and greeted a few of the maids she saw along the way. Ever since she and Alcina had gotten more seriously involved, (Y/n) had managed to create a better relationship between the family and staff. It was hard work, but the atmosphere was certainly lighter since (Y/n) began speaking out on behalf of the staff. Casualties and general antagonism had gone way down.

Alcina couldn’t believe the improvements such changes had on the work ethic of their employees. (Y/n) would have rolled her eyes and fired off some sarcastic comments, but she hadn’t wanted to jeopardize the progress she had made. At that point, it had still been early enough in their relationship that she had to keep her wits about her. Now however, she wouldn’t think twice about smacking Alcina upside the head with some perspective. Have you ever seen a nine foot tall vampiric woman get shy after being scolded by her spouse? Unfairly adorable.

The girls had been harder to convince at first. They were less than pleased with the effect (Y/n) had on their mother and that had led to a couple attempts on her life that were thinly veiled under the guise of ‘accidents’, but after a very firm, yet open discussion with Alcina, the girls gradually warmed up.

They had been particularly surprised with the changes that occurred in the absence of their violence against the staff. Of course there would always be those who would never want to grow close to the ladies, but after some time, they had developed some meaningful relationships much to their own delight and wonder.

They couldn’t ignore their nature, however. The need for blood and the thrill of the chase ached in their bodies. (Y/n) saw fit to enlighten them about the criminal haven the village had become and told the girls that it would do everyone good if they just... disappeared. They didn’t need to be told twice or even more directly. They got the message if the near manic grins on their faces were anything to go by.

The girls took great pleasure in hunting down the less than savory characters that resided in the village since the staff became off limits. Well, except in instances of treachery, that could not be taken lightly. Even (Y/n) couldn’t make Alcina yield on that order. Not that she found a reason to.

Ah, speaking of the girls, (Y/n) could hear one whirring closer so she paused near the bottom of the stairs and looked up to where she had come from just moments ago, smiling up at her middle daughter as she formed near the top banister.

“Mom, have you seen my sickle?”

“The one I saw embedded in the east wall of the foyer yesterday?” (Y/n) asked, unfazed.

“No, my favorite one. The one with the squishy yellow grip. I can’t find it anywhere.” Cassandra huffed.

“I’m afraid I haven’t seen it darling, did you check the dungeons?”

“Yeah. I looked there first.”

“Under your bed?”

“Why would it be under my bed?”

“Trust me, Cassa. I’d be surprised if that’s not the only thing you’d find in that pocket dimension you have going on under there.” (Y/n) laughed.

“Ugh, fine.” Cassandra groaned before dispersing into her swarm and flying back to her room.

“Be sure to come down for breakfast!” (Y/n) called after her before continuing down the stairs. She hardly reached the marble floor before Bela rushed up to her in a nervous flutter.

“Mom,” she said, a mixture of relief and fear laced her tone, “I don’t think I can do my recital tomorrow. I keep messing up the chords, I sound terrible!”

“Oh honey, you’re just nervous. I’ve never heard anyone play the cello as lovely as you can. I’m sure you’re going to do an amazing job.” (Y/n) comforted.

“It needs to be perfect!” Bela sniffed, “I really want to impress you and mother tomorrow, but I can’t do that if I mess up!”

“Bela, look at me.” (Y/n) coaxed, taking hold of Bela’s hands. She and her sisters may have been bloodthirsty immortals, but they acted very much as the young women they appeared to be.

“You could never disappoint me or your mother by playing a few sour notes. We couldn’t be more proud of you.” (Y/n) squeezed Bela’s cold hands, “Besides, I’ve heard Donna and Angie are also looking forward to hearing you play.”

“Oh no!” Bela blanched, “How could I forget. Please mamă, tell them not to come!”

“Now Bela, have faith in yourself. You’ve been practicing for weeks. What if I come sit in with you after we eat breakfast? We can work through it together and if you still really don’t want to go through with it, then we’ll push it off or cancel it all together, alright?”

“Okay.” Bela nodded after a moment, seeming to have calmed down some, “Thank you.”

“Anything for you my dear. Now come along, breakfast waits for no woman.” (Y/n) said with a dramatically clenched fist, making Bela crack a smile as they continued on to the dining room together.

Upon entering the room, (Y/n) was swarmed by Daniela looking for affection which she happily supplied the youngest daughter.

“Good morning mamă and Bela too!” Daniela greeted.

“Good morning sweetheart.”

“Will mother be joining us this morning?” Daniela asked, her tone hopeful and her eyes aglow.

“I’m afraid not, Dani. However, she promised to be back for dinner.”

“Hmm, alright I guess.” Daniela began to sulk only to break into a fit of giggles when (Y/n) hugged her close and tickled her sides until Dani dissolved into a haze of flies and sped over to her chair.

“I found it!” Cassandra cackled as she glided into the dining room, swinging the sickle around her.

“Cassandra, stop swinging that around, you’ll gouge someone’s eye out.” (Y/n) scolded.

“Would that really be so terrible?” Cassandra grumbled and rolled her eyes, but still set the sickle down on the table.

They all took their seats and a few maids came in to serve them. (Y/n) thanked and dismissed the maids before smiling fondly at her daughters digging into the flesh on their plates before cutting into her own food.

Once they had finished their meals (Y/n) beckoned Cassandra and Daniela over with the crook of a finger and Bela snickered to herself as (Y/n) washed the blood off of her sisters’ messy faces like they were young children. After they had cleaned up, (Y/n) and Daniela walked with Bela to the music room while Cassandra went back to the dungeons to ‘play’ with the man she had reaped from the village a week ago. It was quite the catch and Cassandra was more than happy to give the wife beater a taste of his own medicine.

(Y/n) sat on the couch near the piano and patted Daniela’s hair when she placed her head in (Y/n)’s lap to read a book. Bela set up her sheet music and did a few scale exercises before meeting (Y/n)’s eye to let her know she was ready to begin.

“I’m listening Bela, please begin.” (Y/n) encouraged over Daniela’s purring and rapid page turning. (Y/n) often found herself wondering how much of the actual story the girl retained when she read so fast.

Bela nodded and took the bow in her shaky fingers, playing an unusually upbeat tune compared to the hauntingly lonely pieces she seemed to gravitate towards. When she finished, (Y/n) lightly clapped and eagerly told Bela what a good job she did.

“Honey, that was very nice. It’s a very different composition from what you normally practice. Is that perhaps the reason you seem so unsure of yourself?”

“Maybe...” Bela sighed, “I just wanted to try something different but, well, it’s way more out of my comfort zone than I thought.”

“I like it,” Daniela spoke up, eyes never leaving her book, “it’s bouncy.”

“Yes, I agree with your sister. It may be out of your comfort zone but you play it beautifully. I’m sure your mother and everyone else in attendance will be pleasantly surprised and enchanted.”

“Do you really believe so?” Bela asked, absently running her fingers over the smooth wood on the cello’s neck.

“I know so. You can eat me if I’m wrong.” (Y/n) joked, calling back to a point years ago when she and the daughters still didn’t quite get along. They used to taunt her mercilessly as she did her work around the castle. Now, Bela had the mind to look away bashfully and twiddle with the bow in her fingers at the mention of her and her sisters’ days of terror.

Daniela merely giggled and teasingly snapped her teeth at (Y/n)’s fingers before sucking herself back into her book.

“Mom, have you seen my eighteenth century English navy cannon?” Cassandra walked in, tracking blood onto the floor. “I seem to have misplaced it.”

“How did you misplace a whole cannon?” Bela asked incredulously.

“Mind your own business, Bela.” Cassandra said defensively.

“Check under your bed again darling.” (Y/n) suggested.

“Yeah, maybe if you quit shoving things under there for later you’d know where all your stuff is, and maybe others’ belongings too.” Daniela added snidely.

“What’s your problem?” Cassandra scoffed.

“I’m still waiting for you to return two books to the library that I wanted to read.” Daniela said, snapping her book closed.

“I’m still reading them.” Cassandra replied, arms crossed.

“It’s been twenty-eight years! Those books have been shoved under that black hole you call a bed longer than mamă has lived here! It took mother less time to fall in love with her and marry her!” Dani said, throwing up her arms.

“Well fine then. You can have them, but you’ll have to find them yourself.” Cassandra replied cooly.

“Cassandra,” (Y/n) began, her tone portraying every bit the part of the disciplinary, yet fair mother the girls have come to love, “I do believe it’s time that you took care of that mess.”

“I’ll ask a maid to get right on it then.” Cassandra shrugged.

“No darling, it’s your mess, you sort it out.”

“But mom...” Cassandra whined, “I’ve got a man-thing downstairs I want to obliterate.”

“The man-thing can wait.” (Y/n) said, “If you require assistance I shall help you.”

“I’ll come too.” Daniela declared before standing up. “If only to make sure you haven’t destroyed my books.” She gave Cassandra a pointed look that made the middle child roll her eyes.

“Bela, do you want to come?” (Y/n) asked.

“I think I’ll practice awhile longer. Keep an eye out for my wool sweater though, will you please?”

“For the last time, I don’t have it!” Cassandra flung her arms wide with exasperation.

“We’ll keep an eye out.” (Y/n) whispered to the eldest.

***

“Oh hey,” Cassandra’s voice sounded from under her bed, pleased, “I found my cannon.”

“Yeah, and about fifty billion other things.” Daniela jeered, clutching an old star map and one of the books she had been looking for close to her chest.

“Ew, Cassandra that arm is as shriveled as a raisin.” The youngest added, kicking the old limb into the throw away pile. (Y/n) knew it must have been bad if even Daniela found it disgusting.

“How is it going in here?” Bela asked, stepping into the room. It had been several hours since they had started the process and the eldest decided to check on their progress. She blinked in surprise at the mountains of junk that were strewn across the floor.

“It’s a process.” (Y/n) sighed. “Found your sweater though.”

“I knew it.”

“Incoming!” Cassandra warned, giving (Y/n) and Daniela just enough time to leap away before the cannon came shooting out from under the bed. How did that even fit under there in the first place?

With Bela’s extra pair of hands, the four made a slightly bigger dent in their progress and worked well into the afternoon. They enlisted the help of a couple of maids to clear away the trash for them as they continued to sort through everything.

“There you all are,” Lady Dimitrescu called from the doorway, leaning down to enter the room fully, “I’ve been searching for— sweet Mother Miranda, Cassandra, what in the hell is all going on in here?!”

“It’s worse than we thought mother.” Bela spoke up from under a pile of borrowed clothes, “Cassandra is an extreme hoarder and kleptomaniac. We’ve been working all day and she still has things under there.”

“Shut up, Bela.” Cassandra grunted. A rusted rifle swung out from under the bed and hit Bela’s feet.

“It has been equal parts fun and disturbing!” Daniela chimed in, adding more items to her own piles for the library and her room. “My favorite part was finding the rat king!”

“Daniela sweetheart, we agreed never to speak of it again for my own sanity.” (Y/n) rubbed her temples, shuddering at the image that may never leave her mind again.

“Sorry mamă.”

“Well,” Alcina cleared her throat, “it’s nearing dinner time so how about a break? I’ve been missing my girls.”

“Yeah, I could eat.” Cassandra affirmed, poking her head out from under the bed. She was absolutely covered in cobwebs and dust.

Alcina gave her middle child a tired look. “Perhaps wash up first please, my dears.”

“Fair enough.” Cassandra sighed, pulling a dismembered finger free from her hair and flicking it across the room.

“See you soon mother!” Daniela waved. Then she dashed out of the door, her arms full of little treasures that belonged in her room.

“I look forward to dinning together with everyone accounted for.” Bela nodded diplomatically before heading to her own room. Her arms were also filled with her belongings.

“Come my love, you did not make it out of this unscathed.” Alcina chuckled, half heartedly dusting off (Y/n)’s shoulder.

“A bath does sound really good.” (Y/n) agreed. She followed Alcina out of Cassandra’s room and went to their own. As (Y/n) ran the water and undressed, Alcina appreciated the view and sat beside her as she bathed.

“Did you have a good day, draga?” Alcina asked, mindlessly skimming a finger through the bath water.

“Mm, it was... eventful.” (Y/n) laughed, “It’s always nice to spend time with the girls though. I only wish you could’ve been there.”

“I know dear. It’s been hard preparing the wine for shipment, but the worst of it is done now. I’m all yours until the next season.” Alcina smiled, leaning over to kiss (Y/n)’s exposed neck.

“Are you now?” (Y/n) grinned, catching Alcina’s idle hand in her own. “Then perhaps you’d like to join the girls and I after dinner when we continue where we left off with Cassandra’s mess?”

“There’s nearly a half century’s worth of debris in that room. I would rather not.” Alcina shook her head, “Wouldn’t you rather spend the night in our bedroom relaxing together after a long day?”

“Relaxing, is that what they’re calling it now?” (Y/n) asked cheekily, earning a warning look from her wife.

“Hush you.” Alcina said, pinching her wife’s cheek.

Once everyone was clean, they met in the dinning room and ate a hearty meal as a family. If there was one thing the Dimitrescus’ valued, it was the quality time they spent together. Afterwards, everyone went back to Cassandra’s room (even Alcina, begrudgingly) and finished clearing out the underside of Cassandra’s bed.

Luckily, Alcina found purpose in tagging along when she hastily cradled her wife in one arm to avoid an emaciated lycan that came tearing out from under the bed with a quick, ‘heads up’ from Cassandra. With her free arm, Alcina’s claws quickly tore the poor beast to ribbons and (Y/n) was not allowed out of Alcina’s reach after that.

They decided to finish sorting tomorrow after Bela’s recital and retired to their separate rooms for the night. But not before wishing each other a round of sweet goodnights. Cassandra had other plans and hoisted her cannon up over her shoulder before hauling it to the dungeons with barely contained excitement. Daniela followed behind, wanting to see what would happen to the man-thing while Bela went back to the music room to practice a little longer before bed.

Alcina took (Y/n) back to their room and pulled her into her arms the second their bodies hit their bed. Alcina nuzzled her face into (Y/n)’s neck near the single scarred over bite mark, making her giggle and squirm. The Lady of the Castle’s golden eyes softened and she stole her wife’s lips in a passionate kiss. One thing was for certain, Alcina would do anything to keep her children and spouse happy and safe in her castle.

“I love you, ‘Cina.” (Y/n) smiled, lazily dragging her finger tips over Alcina’s arm.

“I love you as well, my heart.” She whispered back. Then she leaned in for another kiss, running a powerful yet gentle hand over (Y/n)‘s side.

[carlos-in-glasses]

I've had a 3x13-related fic in progres for a while and hope to post it on ao3 at the end of the week! For now, there's a little Carlos section under the cut.

Carlos hasn't been swimming for a while. He's never used the gym pool in the evening before, and he’s pleasantly surprised by how serene and slightly dimly-lit the place is at this time of day. It has a hotel-like quality, with only a few older people getting on with their lengths. As they move through the water, gentle splashes echo coolly off the pale green tiles.

The lane at the far end of the pool becomes free. Carlos fixes on his goggles and gets his shoulders under – it’s a cold shock that wakes and thrills him. He launches off, arching into a butterfly stroke. Instantly, he enjoys the uplift of the water pushing back against his energy and the particular soothing sensation of low-impact fitness. He’s relieved he remembered the pair of trunks in his spare gym bag in the car. This is exactly where he needs to be.

As Carlos swims, he tries to empty his mind. He'd rather not think about TK and Cooper right now. Carlos knows he did the right thing in asking Cooper to show up during TK's hour of need, but it's still difficult for Carlos to imagine TK spilling his heart out about things that he hasn't yet told Carlos, and maybe never will – even though he understands there is a line with TK that only Cooper and fellow recovering addicts are reasonably able to cross. As TK pointed out, thank God Carlos doesn't understand what it’s like to be an addict, recovering or otherwise.

It sucks and hurts anyway that he can't make everything better.

And he doesn’t like the image of TK crying with Cooper, maybe even being held. Which he’s annoyed with himself for, because he feels like he should be happy for TK to express his emotions and find comfort anywhere.

He worries now that he never hugged TK enough when they learned Gwyn had passed.

He cuddled him all night that fist night, and of course many times since, and kissed away his salty tears so much he felt dehydrated – but to Carlos it still seems lacking. Insufficient. TK was crying on the couch earlier today when Carlos walked in and found him looking through old photo albums. He was too stunned by TK’s level of pain to reach for him.

Now he’s questioning if he’s done the right thing after all. What if it looks like he’s shunted TK off onto Cooper? What if TK thinks Carlos doesn’t know how to deal with him anymore, so he’s made him someone else’s problem while he goes for a happy swim?

He hopes TK will be fast asleep when he arrives home, so he can get into bed and snuggle him, and neither will need to discuss anything. Oh, he aches though. Sometimes a hug fixes everything, and sometimes a hug is utterly powerless. Sometimes a hug is all he feels like he's good for. 

When he arrives at the other end of the pool, Carlos propels off the edge and spins around slowly and beautifully, gliding back towards where he started, which in itself forms a thought he mulls over:

Starting points, end points, and all this deep blue water in between.

[trinoxtrinox]

Thirst for Knowledge

Ectoberhaunt 2022, Side Order. Prompt: Thirst

Summary: New experiments are being done in the Fenton Basement Laboratory, and with that new data will be brought up.

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Jack and Maddie Fenton were both working down in the lab right now, Maddie doing a chemical titration with some ectoplasm in a beaker and burette filled with a strong alkaline solution; all the while Jack was in another desk, measuring how ectoplasm refracts light using a spectrophotometer, measuring the sample in both glass cuvettes and quartz cuvettes, the samples being crystallized ectoplasm, liquid ectoplasm and gaseous ectoplasm, the last which was sealed in the cuvettes in order to avoid any leakage of it.

“How are your samples going honey?” Maddie asked not lifting her gaze from the beaker, one hand holding it and constantly mixing it with the alkaline solution that was dropping slowly from the burette, which was being controlled with her other hand so that only drops were being dropped in an interval of 3 drops per second.

“They’re great Mads, and with the help of the Fenton Spectrophotometer everything is going peachy as well. Adding that accessory for solid samples as a permanent feature was a brilliant idea” replied Jack as he put one of the crystals inside the machine, before closing it and turning it on, waiting for the results to come out.

“Oh that’s good to know dear, adding that to the machine wasn’t easy after all”

“You tell me about it, I had to rebuild the original Spectrophotometer like 5 different times, and we ended up buying a new one because that old model was too abused with my hands working on it.”

“Well, when you managed to do it at the first try on the new model we bought then you did us a big favor, those things can be expensive, and by keeping it inside of it we can make sure that it’ll never go missing.”

“That’s for sure at least. How are you doing with your titration by the way?”

“Everything’s fine here, nearing the expected equivalence point for normal ectoplasm, so I have to be extra careful now.”

“I’ll shut up now and let you focus then.”

“Thanks Ja-Oh” the sample in Maddie’s hand began turning from neon green to orange, however it soon faded back into green. “One or two more drops should do the trick.” And with that, one more drop was added. The color orange remained for a few seconds longer yet it still disappeared with time and the movement of Maddie’s hand, and as such one more drop was added to the sample, now remaining color orange after a whole minute of missing and spinning the sample. “Alright, I’m done with it.”

“That’s great Mads, I’m just putting the last sample of gaseous ectoplasm in the quartz cuvette and then I’ll be done here as well.”

“Alright, I can’t wait to read the results,” the mother stood up and began putting all of the used samples and chemicals used in a container beside the table she was working on, “I’ll begin cleaning my table meanwhile, you should start as well since you’re finishing your experiment as well.”

“Great idea Mads, we don’t want the kids nor any spook to grab any of these after all.” And with that he began cleaning his table as well. Granted his station was cleaner than Maddies on virtue of him working with minuscule samples, unlike Maddie who had to use various milliliters of samples and alkaline solutions in order to do everything. The Fenton Spectrophotometer pinged and Jack put the containers of ectoplasm back where they belonged, then checked on the results, wrote them down and finally took out the last sample before getting rid of it in the appropriate ways.

“Well then, let’s check the results already,” an excited Jack walked to the computer of the lab and began inputting all the data collected into it, letting it all load before adding the next set of results, “What were your results honey?”

“Here, let me type them for you,” Maddie positioned herself besides Jack and began typing her own results in another program to avoid mixing them up, and once both of them put them in, they began comparing them to the previously collected data.

“Mads, is it my imagination or does your ectoplasm sample seem more acidic than normal?”

“That’s not your imagination Jack, I collected those samples with the Specter Speeder from deeper in the Ghost Zone than we’re used to traveling to. There was this river of ectoplasm that I was too curious to leave alone.”

“Well that’s amazing, I wonder what was so different from that ectoplasm that was able to take the form of a river and why it was as acidic as it seems to be according to the results.”

“Not to mention that somehow it was able to stand out between all the ambient ectoplasm of the ghost zone as well.”

“Yeah, I wonder about that. One would think that it wouldn’t be able to stand out like that, but then again Ice and water can be differentiated easily enough.”

“True, but that’s usually because there’s air molecules stuck between the expanded hydrogen bonds that bond the water molecules, thus giving them the extra white inside of them, allowing them to see at a glance the difference between each of them.”

“That suggests that ectoplasm has impurities in it depending on the state of it. Oh I’m getting excited already thinking what kind of discoveries we’ll do with this information, I wonder if there’s pure ectoplasm being naturally formed in the Ghost Zone? Is the air of the Zone pure ectoplasm or would liquid or solid ectoplasm be the pure one? What about plasmic ectoplasm?”

“Well, there are many questions there, but not enough data to get answers. Shall we see your results now and compare them to the ones you’ve made before?”

“Sure thing Mads, I can’t wait to see how that crystalized sample we got last night will compare with the liquid and gaseous ectoplasm.”

“... Well, there’s certainly a difference in the refraction value given by the solid form of ectoplasm, but if that’s because it’s in the form of a crystal or because solid ectoplasm is like that we don’t know yet.”

“Yeah, this is the only sample of solid ectoplasm we’ve managed to collect thus far after all. If only we knew how that was made to replicate it and make more tests on it”

“If only, but that won’t stop us regardless, right Jack?”

“You’ve said it Mads, a Fenton never gives up after all!”

“Mmmhhh, hey Jack, have you thought of doing this experiment on some particles of crystals suspended in gaseous ectoplasm?”

“What are you thinking about honey?”

“Well, if humans can use steam and silver particles for magic tricks, then who’s to say that isn’t something ghosts do to fool our instruments?”

“MADDIE YOU’RE A GENIUS, I’LL GET ON IT RIGHT NOW,” and with that the wall of a man ran towards the crystal of ectoplasm, let it on a table and went up to the kitchen, returning with the cheese grater, ready to turn a part of the ectoplasmic crystal to dust.

[zmayadw]

Evening to all :)

Time for the next part :)

Have a nice evening :)

CALL OF THE RAVEN

PART 10

I woke up with a terrible taste in my mouth. I had no clue what time was it, but the sun was out already, making me squint my eyes. I got in sitting position slowly, banging in my head intensifing with every move i made. Ugh, i'm never drinking again, i scolded myself. Squinting, I focused on the little alarm clock that was on the night stand. 10.34. Whoa, i cant remember the last time i slept this long. I got up from the bed and went to the bathroom. I filled the glass with wather, rinsing my mouth a few times before gulping down two glasses. My stomach growled at it, i just hoped not to throw up .Taking a shower would be a wise thing to do, so i just threw the clothes i had off and entered the shower. The warm water felt good, i just let it pour over me for a while. I wrapped myself in the towel taking some painkillers for the headache. Getting back to the room, i dressed up, and sat on the bed. I felt a bit better, but still not enough. Coffee, i tought, thats what i need now. I got up, going for the purse i threw on the floor when i got in, searching for my phone. Shit, i cursed, it wsnt there. I checked every pocket, even Jake's hoodie, but my phone was nowhere to be found. Crap, i probably left it at a the Aurora last night, when Jessy and me wer taking pictures. Or at lest i hoped so. Well, i was going for coffee, so i could stop at the Aurora eitherway. I grabbed my backpack with drawing stuff. Who knows, i might be up for some drawing, no matter I still felt woozy from last night drinking. I putted my sneakers on, grabed my stuff and car keys. Walking wasnt an option this time, i wasnt feeling well enough for it.

When i parked my car infront of the Aurora, I saw Dan's car was still there. I smiled as i left the car, guess i wasnt the only one sleeping late today. I hoped Phil was there already, and my phone too. I entered the Aurora, relieved at the sight of Phil behind the bar. I was washed with the smell of coffee, and as i neared the bar, I pleadingly said to him, sitting on the stool „Please, please, please, tell me i'm not wrong and that is coffee i can smell.“ Phil turned arround , not noticing me when i entered. He grinned at me „You are most definitly right! Would you like some?“ „Yes, pretty please.“ I said, as i putted my hand on the bar, and leaned my head on it as on a pillow. Phil chuckled at me „Want any sugar with it? Or milk?“ „Yes, please.“ I replied, and he vanished through the storage doors. He returned with a big cup of coffe putting it infront of me. I rised my head, took the cup, taking a deep breath of its smell, before taking a big sip of it. „Thanks, Phill, you're my saviour:“ i smiled at him as i settled it back on the bar. „Here to help.“ He said, winking. „Rough night?“ he asked teasingly. „Oh, i dont know how you can be so cheerful.“ I started „I feel like a truck hit me lastnight.“ He laughed „Practice to perfection.“ „I think i would need years of practice to be even close to that kind of perfection!“ i said, making a skeptical face. He smiled at me „So, to what do i owe the pleasure?“ he asked. „Dont get me wrong, im glad to see you“ he said, that devilish spark in his eyes again „But i doubt you came just to see me.“ „You caught me.“ I said, even tho it was nice seeing him. „I was hoping that i might have left my phone here yesterday.“ He shook his head at me, crouching down searchin for a few seconds under the bar, giving me my phone as he got up. „Better be carefull next time, good thing i noticed it as you left.“ „Yay, thanks Phil, again.“ I told him, giving him a big smile. „I owe you big time! Both for the phone, and coffee.“ His phone rang then „Sorry business calling. Be right back“ he said, answering his phone and going through the storage door. I checked my phone with him gone, finding out few missed calls and messages from Jessy. She was worried i havent answered her jet, so i decided to call her while waiting for Phil. The tone barely sugested it rang when Jessy's voice boomed from the other side. „Finaly! Do you know how worried i have been? Are you allright? Where wer you? Why didnt you answer me before?“ It made me smile a bit, her worrying for me like that was so sweet. „Im sooooo sorry Jessy“ i said pleadingly „I left my phone at Aurora last night, i just got here to get it.“ Phil returned at that point, and i mouthed to him 'Jessy's' name, indicating who i was talking to. Her voice boomed again, and i moved my phone a bit from my ear, wich made Phil laugh. „Ofcourse you did! Its no wonder after all the whiskey you had! Dan is still sleeping like a log! You two really had it last night!“ „Aww, Dont be cross, Jessy.“ I started pleadingly again „I promise next time we wont over do it.“ Phil was grining at me now, and i stuck my toung at him, trying to calm Jessy down. „C'mon, you cant tell me you didnt have some fun yesterday.“ I started „I have some pictures on my phone as a proof of it.“ Phil threw his thumb up, showing me i said a good thing, and i grined at him. „Alright, i admit last night wasnt all that bad.“ Jessy started, sounding calmer now „But you're still not off the hook completly.“ „Thanks, Jessy“ i started, grining as a sign of victory to Phil. „You can scold me some more at lunch, if the deal for it still stands.“  „Ofcourse!“ Jessy cined cheerfuly from the other side „Dan will be a sleep for God knows how long, and im already bored here.“ I quickly moved my phone from the ear checking the time. „Its 12.20 now, when do you want us to meet?“. „I'll meet you around 14 at the Aurora. I doubt Phil will mind you hanging there with him till then.“ She replied, teasing me. „Somehow i think you're right.“ I said, looking at Phil with a devilysh smile. „Cya later, Jessy.“ I sadi, lovering my phone. Phil looked at me,a bit confused „Wat was that about?“ „Oh, just Jessy being Jessy.“ I told him, grining. „Fine, fine, be all mysterious.“ He teased me. „Awww, c'mon, you wouldnt find me so interesting if i was an open book.“ I told him, smiling sheepeshly. He looked at me, with that intensifing look again, making me feel heat spreading through my body „You're not wrong about that.“ Crap, what are you doing again, Maya, i scolded myself. Phil was definatly into me, and i was toying with him like this. It really wasnt my intention, i didnt want him to get the wrong impression about anything. But it felt so easy for me, talking to Phil, compared to Jake. Why does all have to be so tough and complicated with him? It feels like walking on egg shells every time im with him: dont do this, dont say that. Shit, it shouldnt be that way, should it? Was i really that much into Jake? Blah, i dont know anything anymore. I wish he would be more open with me, it would make things so much easier. I was lost in my toughts when Phil finaly snaped me back to reality „Maya? You allright?“ I looked at him, shaking my head,  to clear it from all the 'Jake' toughts. „Yeah, sorry.“ I started „Guess the coffee didnt kick in properly yet.“ Phil looked at me, and i could see he didnt really belive what i told him, but decided not to take the matter any further „If you say so.“ Was all he said. I smiled shyly at him. „Do you mind if i just hang here for an hour or so, before metting with Jessy? I dont feel up to driving back to motel, and the coffee isnt bad here either.“ I tried, smiling, waving my empty cup at him. Phil looked at me, rising one of his eyebrows, and smiled devilishly „How could i say no to a beautifull woman?“ He took my cup, winked at me vanishing through the storage doors. I could feel my cheeks flushing again, and my heart beating faster. Shit, shit, shit..

When Phil came back with another full cup of coffee i asked if its ok if I sit at one of the booths, to wich he said  fine, since he did have some work to be done. I took my stuff and coffee setteling at the booth. I had a bit over an hour before metting with Jessy, i hoped some inspiration for work might come to me. I took my stuff out of the backpack, took my sneakers off, sitting with my feet up on the booths perch. I liked drawing like that. Leaning my drawing pad on my knees i tried to focus on my work, but my toughts just kept wondering off.  I tought about Phil, sneaking glances towards the bar. He was good looking, always nice to me, even tho everyone warned me that he was a 'no good' considering women. He never showed any sign of it towards me. He was easygoing, i enjoyed his company, we definatly clicked. Then there is Jake. I was definatly drawn to him, cant deny that. When im near him, it feels like when a moth is drawn towards fire. Cant fight it, its driving me crazy. But nothing with him is easy. Its like taking one step forward, then not one, or even two, but ten steps back. Its so frustrating. And with all that had happened, i feel like all the progres we had was completly gone. My head was still too woozy for thinking of stuff like this. I setteled my drawing stuff down, taking my coffee, leaning back in the booth. Maybe Jessy would have some advice fore me. Two heads are smarter then one, or so they say. But i should definatly talk to Phil, at least try to explain things to him. I dont want him thinking im giving him some false hope here. As if he could sense my toughts, he turned around, took his coffee and walked towards me. „Mind if i join you?“ he asked, and i smiled „Ofcourse i dont. I guess my inspiration is still sleeping, so no work to be done at the moment.“ He grined „Thats good for me. I can have the pleasure of your company for some more then.“ I chuckled at that, siping some more of the coffee. But i tought again about talking with him about everything.  My face must have gotten some serious expression, 'couse Phil looked at me a bit serious, before asking „Whats bothering you, Maya? I have a feeling you want to talk to me about something.“ I looked at him, those deep eyes of his gazing intensly at me, trying to dig up my toughts. „I do.“ I admitted after a moment „But to be hones, i dont know how to start .“ „Well, just do your best.“ He said, and i started to get the feeling of a knot at my stomach again. „Allright.“ I said, but the words didnt come easy after that. „I like you, Phill.“ I said finaly after a moment of silence. He chuckled „Ok, thats a good start.“ „Ah, but that was the easy part.“ I started „Now comes the tricky one.“ I could notice him tensing a bit, like he knew where this might lead to. „Ok, go on then.“ He said. „I enjoy your company, talking to you, its so easygoing. I feel we clicked, that theres some 'spark' between us, and i know you noticed the same.“  „You're right about that.“ He replied. „But..“ i started, and Phil interupted me, sighing „Ahh, there it is, the famous 'but' part.“ „Please, Phil, just let me say what i have, then you can hate me.“ He looked at me, his face getting a soft touch „I couldnt hate you, Maya.“ „Dont say it untill im not done talking.“ I said, a bit sadness creeping to my voice. „Alright. Please, continue.“ „Ok. As i started earlier,i like you, but i dont want to get your hopes up.“ I settled my coffe on the table, my hands fidgeting with the cup. Why was this so hard? „Shit, Phil, im a complete mess at the moment.“ I started „I myself dont know what i want, and its tearing me up inside. There is someone, and i dont know where I stand with him. And i dont want to start something new, if im not a 100% sure that its the right thing, that its something i really want. With no loose ends catching up on me.“ I looked up at Phil, him still not taking his eyes off me. „Am i making any sense to you here?“ i asked, lovering my head. I really didnt want to have this conversation, but that was me being honest. All of a sudden, i could feel Phil's hand covering mine, and i looked back up at him. He still had that softness written all over his face. „I appriciate your honesty, Maya.“ He started „Now let me be honest also.“ „Ofcourse“ i said „I expect nothing less.“ „Good.“ He looked at me more serious now. „You know i like you, you said it yourself. I dont know why, but i felt drawn to you the moment i saw you. Theres something in you that makes a man bedazled by you, i cant explain it differently.“ He paused for a moment before continuing. „And i get it, you dont want to get into something half hearted. And i applaud you for that. Because, if anything was to happen between us, i wouldnt want it that way either.“ He looked at me now, his gaze intensifing again, and i started to feel that heat again. „If it was to happen“ he continued „I would prefere if you wer in it with every inch of your body and soul.“ I was mesmerized by his words. He was so open with me, the words came so easy to him. Why cant it be like this with Jake. „Allrighty, that was pretty honest there.“ I said finaly, making an aqward smile. „You wanted me to be honest.“ He said, adding „And just so you know, im not going to make it easy for you.“ He looked at me now, with that devilish spark in his eyes again. I looked at him puzzled „What do you mean by it?“ He grined at me „Its like this: i will continue to act like i did so far, and you can do the same, cause, lets face it, we both like it.“ His grin widened, and i smiled back at him. „Good, you get me. But, until i get a confirmation from you about freely taking it a step further, i will do whatever i can to maybe, just maybe, help you feel a bit less messy and steer thigs in my favore.“ „And what if it wont end as you hope it would? Can you be ok with just being my friend?“ i asked him. He looked at me for a moment, before answering. „Honestly“ he started“i cant say i wouldnt be dissapointed, a little hearth broken probably, but i would respect your choice. And yes, Maya, if that would be so, i would gladly be just your friend.“ “Thanks, Phil, i appriciate all you said.“ I told him „I was kinda affraid of having this conversation with you.“ „You, affraid? I cant belive that“ he said, teasingly „Belive me, i was scared as hell.“ I said, adding to it „But im glad we had it. I didnt want it to become aqward between us at some point.“ „Not gonna happen.“ He said, winking at me. I smiled „Shit, you know, even thou i had enough yesterday, i could actualy use a drink right now.“ Phil lughed so hard „Awww, you really did get scared. We are in a bar afterall, you just say the words and ill bring you that drink.“ He said, looking at me with one raised eyebrow. „Only if you join me“ i said, grining at him „ And if you dont tell Jessy about it.“ He got up from the booth, smiling and winking before he left for the bar „Deal!“

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My Fanfiction Master Post

Beetlejuice

-- Toon Verse --

Piquancy and Phantasm (Ao3) - (FFNet) - C - Collaboration with & Illustrations by GhostlyHaunting (@venture-someplace-scary)

Three Kids and The Ghost With The Most (Ao3) - WIP

A Beetle-Juiced Christmas Carol (A03) - WIP - Holiday Fic

Babes, it's Cold Outside (Ao3) - (FFnet) - C - Holiday Fic

Personal Poltergiest (TBD) - Outlined - WIP - N/A

-- Musical Verse --

She's A Mom - (Ao3) - Beetlejuice reunites with Lydia but she's not alone

TIll Death Do We Start - Series - C - Beetlejuice and Lydia slowly grow into their dynamic. First came marriage then came friendship.

Till Death Do We Start - C

Forsake All Others - C

For Better, For Worse - C

To Have, To Hold - C

In Sickness and In Health - C

As Long As We Both Shall Live - C

-- Crossover and Multi-verse --

Beetlebabes Tumblr Drabbles - (Ao3) (FFnet) - C

Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice (Ao3) - WIP

Final Fantasy X/X-2

A Different Kind of Dance (Ao3) - (FFnet) - Y/T implied - C

That Night on Besaid Beach (Ao3) - (FFnet) - Yuna/Tidus - C

Inuyasha

Awkward Comfort (FFnet) - old fic 2005 - One-shot - C

Kagome's Secret Book (Deleted) - old fic 2005 - N/A

Labyrinth

Beltane Faoi Thalamh (Ao3) -(FFnet) - Sarah/Jareth - C

Untitled Fic In Progres (TBD) - Outlined - WIP - N/A

Ouran High School Host Club

Our Favorite Host Is a Girl (Ao3) - (FFnet) - Haruhi/All - C

Not A Fever (Ao3) - (FFnet) - Haruhi/Kaoru - C

Sick Day (And Beyond) (FFNet) - Haruhi/Kaoru - Haruhi/Hikaru - C Formerly independent stories now merged.

Story 1. Sick Day: When Hikaru catches a cold and is kept home from school, Kaoru is finally able to spend an entire day with Haruhi. This is a story of how one brother finally makes a move.

Story 2. "Another Sick Day": Fluff and Stuff.

Story 3. "I Just had to Know": Hikaru doesn't understand the concept of sharing.

Ouran Circle Series - Haruhi/Everyone - AU

Secret Adventures of Haruhi Fujioka (Ao3) - (FFnet) - C

The Ouran Circle: A Secret Adventure Story (FFnet) - WIP

Prequel: The Trio (TBD) - Outlined - N/A

Future Plans:

Personal Poltergiest - Beetlejuice

Piquancy and Phantasm Sequel - Beetlejuice

Unnamed Teen Juice fic - Beetlejuice

Unnamed Sareth Fic - Labyrinth

Unnamed Ferbella Fic - Phineas and Ferb

Inator Consequences (Ferbella Fic) - Phineas and Ferb

Unnamed Cedfia Fic - Sofia The First

Unnamed Same Age AU - Sofia The First

The Trio: Ouran CIrcle Prequel - Ouran High School Host Club

Unnamed Charlie’s heaven test - Hazbin Hotel