#sorry for the wait again Dah!

[devils-yui]

Howdy do! 21, 28, 32, 33 & 41? Sorry if this is too much, answer as many or as few as you’d like!! :D

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA OH MY GOSH, SORRY FOR NOT ANSWERING THIS ANY EARLIER THAN I WAS ABLE TO. HAD A LOT OF STUFF AND WONDERED IF I SHOULD DRAW REACTION RESPONSES TO THIS BUT AAAGH!! I'M HERE NOW TO ANSWER ALL OF THEM !!

21.) how long have you used tumblr for? how has your style changed over the years?

Oh boy, how long have I used this hellsite? Uh... I think--- and I could be wrong, but I think I joined tumblr in 2018-2019 and progressively got more active for... The next 3-4 years. I may be wrong about how long I've used it but y'know, bad-memory and all. My style though? Gee. Not exactly sure what kind of style I even have going on but, maybe it's changed? I sort of can't tell. Went from just posting explicitly art to just a reblog dumpster with bits of art and geeking out every now and then.

So, I think it's changed(?)

28.) if you could domesticate any animal as your pet, which would you choose?

Any animal? Do fictional ones count? Even prehistoric ones? I'll just run through all three if those options are available,

Realistically, I think I'd like to domesticate ... A crow! Or a raven for that matter. They're cool, and incredibly intelligent, omnivorous too. I'm not necessarily saying that housing one as a pet would be easy but-- it's manageable rather than having something big or limited towards eating one type of food that'd cost me greatly to care for. Also-- ravens talk !! Sort of... They can talk just like people with enough training and I think it'd be cool to scare people away with a raven or a crow that can say "run". It'd be a horrifying thing to experience but an overall big joke to me-- also, I very much like feeding crows and ravens irl. It's very therapeutic for me :]]

Fictional? A western dragon. Or a drake. It'd be so awesome to fly or ride around on a large reptilious (maybe?) fire-breathing creature and I've definitely adored fantasy beasts like those since I was a kid, so younger me would've been ecstatic at the thought of domesticating something that's so-- magical. Definitely would like a medium-sized dragon or a drake though, a pretty large beast like that would stick out like a sore thumb around where I live and-- I sure as hell do not like attention. A small fire-breathing dragon would do too, I'd like to have a little buddy by my size at any time or place.

This one might a be a merge between both prehistoric and fictional but, I think the Indoraptor from Jurassic World might've been a neat pet to have. Also-- "scary dog" privileges taken up to a literal sense would be funny. It'd be strange but definitely humorous to have the Indoraptor as something of an "emotional support" animal. I'd dig it. Nobody would bother me for having such a creature and it looks dope as hell !!

32.) favorite piece of memorabilia you own?

An "energon" necklace I bought a while back is my favorite memorabilia. It's a neat little accessory I got around-- 2021? 2020 maybe? The entirety of its delivery was... A wild ride. It went from Poland to... Multiple different places actually and me and the seller had to figure it all out as it was being brought to different places. It--- eventually arrived? But it ended up in New Mexico, I was in Cali, this lasted on for several days before I actually got the necklace. I was ecstatic about it and in the end, turned out really nice! I wear it on special occasions every now and then and I keep it tucked away safe in the small box it came delivered with.

33.) your personal favorite oddity about yourself?

Hm. A personal oddity about myself that I like? Hm. That's sort of difficult for me but, I think I like my ability to just-- talk to myself, y'know just-- hold a conversation in my mind or verbally between myself. It sounds strange but, surprisingly? It helps. Helps me cope a lot when I feel anxious or when I'm thinking too much. I don't like how it's portrayed in media as just-- talking to yourself = you're an insane psychopath or something like that. It feels wrong. Maybe I am crazy but, I don't see the genuine issue with talking to yourself and it sort of upsets me that talking to yourself isn't as normalized as it should be. So, yeah. I guess I like my ability to talk to myself. If that counts?

41.) what are you currently trying to accomplish?

hm. That's another hard one for me. I'm currently trying to accomplish-- a lot of things right now, physically? I'm trying to get some muscles, work out more, stuff like that and mentally? I'm just trying to recover--- from a lot of stuff that's happened, I think I'm doing okay so far and I think I'm making progress with accomplishing either of those. There's also a lot of other things I want to accomplish along with those two, like-- doing more art, getting into some more writing again, and just--- I don't know, hanging out with friends? It's a lot, I'm sure, but I never intended on doing all of them at the same time. That'd definitely tear me apart with how much I have to focus on, but for now. I'm just trying to accomplish on getting-- better, better somewhere, mentally, physically, that's good enough right?

[cursingtoji]

11 and 21 with gojo please please PLEEK

One Bed + Hate Sex

⊱ ex!gojo x fem reader, smut, one face slap (on him), degradation but also praising ig?, possessive gojo, 2k words (this almost consumed me) ┊The Clichés ™

note: i got a litte crazy in the process of "why would i hate gojo" and ending up taking an extra prompt from the list for this so... ta dah ✨ ex boyfriend gojo enjoy

“It's been a while” Satoru greets.

One year it’s a long time, seeing him makes your stomach hurt but you realize you don’t carry as much resentment as you used to.

After your break you asked to be sent on missions far from tokyo, you knew eventually you would see Gojo Satoru again, and there he was, in casual clothes standing by the exit of the train station you agreed to meet at.

You felt him before you turned around the corner, and he felt you too. His six eyes could see the flames of your cursed energy increasing and decreasing as you tried to control your emotions. When you showed up he smiled, eyes hidden behind the sunglasses.

“Indeed.”

The director of Kyoto explained Gojo was meeting you there cause he got a lead on a special grade cursed object and you would be his companion on the search that would start tomorrow morning. That shouldn’t be hard, right? 

“How've you been?” he asks politely.

“We don’t need to do that” you reply quickly as both of you made your way to the cabs.

“Why? Am I supposed to not care for your well-being anymore?” his question would seem innocent to anyone, but you have trained ears for Gojo Satoru, and you can tell when he’s being patronizing.

“Yes, just like I don’t care about yours” you enter the cab and give the driver the name of your hotel, Gojo walks around the cab and sits beside you. The close proximity of him in this confined space already makes you uneasy.

“Don’t be like that, I know that’s not true” he puts his arm behind you, his cologne invading your senses and you consider rolling down the windows, but nostalgia stops you, “No matter what you say, i can still read you like a book” he whispers moving some strands of hair out of your shoulder.

Gojo knows you’re too well-mannered to do or say anything to him in this cab, you don’t wanna embarrass yourself in front of the driver even though he’s a stranger. Gojo always hated how much you cared about other people’s opinions — one of the things that you constantly fought about near the end of your relationship — yet he knew how to use that on his advantage.

The cab drops you off in front of your hotel and you leave Gojo to pay for it while making your way to the reception, giving your last name.

“I’m sorry, miss, I couldn’t find a reservation under your name” the girl at the reception says.

“Wha— didn’t you make a reservation?” you ask Gojo.

“I thought you were gonna make it” he shrugs and you have to restrain yourself from attacking him.

“Fine. Two rooms for tonight only” you turn to the receptionist again.

“Sorry ma’am, we’re all booked for tonight” she explains.

“Can you check again?” Gojo extends a membership card and she types something on her computer.

“Oh we have one master suit available for premium members” you roll your eyes.

“We'll take it” he says.

“Wait, just one?” you intervene.

“I'm afraid so, it’s the only room available for tonight.”

“So what’s gonna be, baby? Sleep with me or on the street?” he pushes his sunglasses down his nose bridge, wanting to see in detail your facial expressions as he teases.

“Don’t you dare call me that” you growl at him, “I shouldn’t have agreed to this mission” you mumble the last part looking around and considering your options.

“But it was not your decision to make, was it? You’re too much of a people pleaser to even question an order from those bags of bones you respect so much” he mocks bringing in a frequent fight topic.

“We'll have the room” you turn to the receptionist after realizing you didn’t have much to do anyways, right now you just look forward to locking yourself in the bathroom for at least one hour while you wash all the Gojo Satoru out of your system.

Gojo offered to carry your small one-night bag, but as expected you don’t let him take it, once you arrive at the room you can’t help but admiring how fancy it is. Just the kind of place Gojo used to get for the two of you.

“Good thing it’s a king size” you murmur looking at the huge bed, should be enough to sleep without touching him.

Gojo walks past you, pulling his sweatshirt over his head, the shirt underneath raising slightly but enough for you to take a peek at his back muscles and gulp.

“I'm going to shower” you announce, taking some clothes out of your bag and leaving your phone at the nightstand.

“Without me?” he blinks suggestively.

“Ugh” you slam the bathroom door in disgust.

Gojo laughs and lays at the bed getting comfortable, he reminisce the times when you were dating and he showed up at your hotel even if he was not part of your mission, he would get you a secret upgrade for a room with hot tub and sat there with you leaning on his chest while you talked about a future where you would be a teacher alongside him and not need to travel so much. Later he would assure the two of you would make it work through kisses and sweet whispers while fucking you slowly and passionately and take you out on a nice restaurant afterwards.

Gojo is pulled out of the memory lane by your phone’s message tone, he doesn't think twice before reaching to see what's your notification.

> did you arrive well? Xx

Suddenly he sees red. The contact name is unknown to him and he prides himself on knowing almost every sorcerer in Japan. So who the fuck is that?

Once the bathroom door opens, Gojo confronts you immediately.

“You moved on quite fast” you look up, noticing the phone in his hand and quickly trying to snatch it back before he disappears from the bed and reappears behind you.

“Don’t fucking test me, Satoru” you try again.

“Who’s he? Huh?”

“None of your business” you get closer and on your tiptoes to retrieve the phone, Satoru holds your wrist with more strength than necessary.

“Is he a curse-user? Kyoto faculty? Answer me” he pushes you until your back hits the wall, throwing your phone over his shoulder — not giving two shits if it breaks — and moves to be in between your legs, holding both your wrists above your head in one hand.

“None, get off of me”.

“Non— you’re dating a civilian?” he laughs, the psycho laughter gives you chills.

“You have no right to speculate about my own private life!” you tried to kick him, but he closed your legs between his own.

“That's why you broke up with me? To be with a boring fucking no-one?” that’s the angriest you ever seen Satoru, even when you fought he always kept his voice down, as if to tease you even more.

“I did break up and you didn’t even question it, did you? Didn’t even put up a fight!” you yell like you’ve been meaning for so long, after a big fight you yelled that you two should break up and his ‘yeah, maybe we should’ shocked you.

Satoru’s grip loses around your wrists, his big blue eyes look down at your anger filled ones seeing a hint of hurt in the features of the girl he fell madly in love with.

Fuck, he missed you so much.

You're panting at this point, both of you stay silent until your gaze falls to his lips, that's all the encouragement he needs to close the gap and kiss you, you gasp when the towel slides down to your feet, now physically and emotionally exposed to him. Gojo groans when he touches the bare skin of your waist and your arms fall on top of his shoulders. It’s incredible how quick you surrender to him, lips parting for him to taste his beloved one.

You can’t help the way your body reacts to him, not even when you attempt to rub yourself on his thigh and he stops you.

“‘S your boyfriend not taking care of you?” his tone drips mockery, a hand crawls up grabbing your breast harshly.

Before you can send him to hell his tongue is shoved back inside your mouth and you rub your thighs together already feeling yourself getting wetter.

“Fucking slut” he groans on your lips pinching your nipple and moving to cup your cunt, “Does he touch you like this? Like the whore you are? Or he treats you like a little delicate thing you pretend to be?”

Your palm acts fast to slap his cheek.

“Fuck” he moans, the burn on his face going stray to his dick as he ruts against your stomach.

Satoru slides the hand between your legs to spread your slick and press the heel of his palm on your clit, you whine, pressing your back against the wall.

“You’re not getting away from me, so don’t even try” your former boyfriend pushes his fingers without much resistance from your moist walls.

“T-Toru” you shut your eyes letting the nickname escape. This is all he dreamed of, having his name come out of your lips again, but he still couldn’t get over the fact you let someone else touch you, especially someone that did not understand you like he did. Someone that had no idea the type of job you had and how dangerous it was. Someone that would stand up during the mission assignments to volunteer for the most dangerous ones so you wouldn’t go.

“That’s right, baby, say my name” he curls his long fingers inside you, moving one arm out of his shoulder to guide your hand into his pants, where you quickly wrap around his length. You move his pants and underwear out of the way, the hot skin of his dick touches your stomach and you look down. And god, he has such a pretty cock it’s unfair.

“Wanna suck me, gorgeous?” he murmurs, watching the lust in your eyes, “Missed my cock in your mouth?” he hits the sweet spot inside you harder when you don't answer, “Say it” he grabs your jaw forcing you to stare at the dark ocean in his eyes.

“Y-Yes, I missed your cock” you confess, letting out all the times you pretended it was him pleasuring you instead of your fingers.

You squeeze his base when he fastens his fingers and your orgasm approaches, but it doesn't take long before he removes them and you whine.

“You’re all bark and no bite, all it takes is having your pussy played with and you get quiet” he bites your lobe, his harsh words make you wanna hide your face in embarrassment.

“Satoru, please” you beg and pull his pants all the way down trying to move to get on your knees.

“No, you’ll take what I give you” he grabs your arm and pushes you onto the bed, discarding his shirt before moving to position your knees on the mattress, “You’re lucky if I even let you cum tonight…” he strokes his cock with your remaining moisture on his hand before moving to bury himself in your walls, “... after everything you put me through” he confesses the last part in a hush.

“M-Me? Fuck you, Satoru” he fucks you roughly, not giving you time to argue back.

“Yeah, you” he punctuates with a particularly hard trust, “Can’t believe you were sleeping with someone all this time” his voice breaks but his pace doesn't.

You feel him in your cervix, but his tone pulls you out of your pleasure to explain yourself.

“I’m no— not” you whisper and he stops to lean over you.

“What was that?”

“I’m not… sleeping with him, he’s not— he’s no one” you confess slightly turning your head to look at him, his eyes squint as you feel his hot breathing against your neck and chest on your back.

“Good” he straightens up and pulls out. You turn around sitting on the bed and pulling him by the neck to kiss you again, Satoru complies, crawling with his lips attached to yours, until you're laying on the pillows wrapping your legs around his waist so he’s back inside you, “Missed this cunt so bad” he cups you again, feeling the way your lips stretch to his length while sucking on your nipples.

You arch your back “Hate you so… much— agh!”

“No you don’t, you never have” he bites your nipple and your nails sink on his back.

“This is pretty empty for an all booked hotel” you comment when you sit at the restaurant for breakfast the next morning while a cup filled to the brim with coffee, having slept only 4 hours since Satoru kept you up all night, denying your orgasm until you begged and apologized.

“Is it?” Gojo tilts his sunglasses looking around, finding only four other tables occupied while you stare at him suspiciously. He wonders how long it’ll take for you to find out that on the way there he booked every single room except one so you wouldn’t have a choice.

see also: Gojo + Fake Dating # Toji + Forbidden Love

[trashogram]

A Drabble for Octavia in the He Chose You universe (if you don’t know what that is, it’s just a Lucifer/Reader I’ve made — you’re the Queen of Hell) who deserves none of the BS she’s had to deal with in Helluva Boss.

Octavia knelt to sit on the playmat, long legs awkwardly splaying outward as she tried to get comfortable. Even if she managed to make her lower half unwind, the Goetian heiress couldn’t imagine her shoulders loosening in this expansive, unbelievable castle. It was even more opulent than her own home. Princess Charlotte watched her make the attempt with a wide, gummy smile from where she’d been trying to roll onto her tummy. Her mother, the Queen, had gotten up only a moment ago and was speaking in hushed tones with the person Via wished the least to see much less hear since she’d taken shelter in Lucifer’s palace.

Pudgy hands on chubby baby arms reached out and Octavia couldn’t help smirking. She reached back and allowed Charlotte to grab onto one of her talons, sharp point curled inward to prevent any injury to the fragile baby.

The baby yanked at her owl counterpart and babbled, until Octavia’s smile softened into something more genuine. It was as if Charlotte knew that Via needed distraction.

“Your majesty, I understand what you’re saying, but I must insist that I at least see my daughter.”

Octavia sunk down further onto the plush pink carpet at the sound of her father’s voice.

“It’s been days!” Stolas said, loud enough to be heard from behind royal walls.

“And as I said before, Octavia shouldn’t be forced to do anything that she’s not comfortable with.” The Queen countered politely, yet firmly.

“Mah!” Octavia’s gaze switched from the ground to Charlotte once again.

The threat of tears in the bird’s glowing eyes were forgotten momentarily as she watched Hell’s princess struggle to flip from her back to her belly. Octavia couldn’t help her frame from shaking with quiet laughter at the sight.

Charlie waved a hand again and her playmate finally took the bait and gently pushed the baby to maneuver onto her side. Charlie’s hooves kicked in the air for purchase as she flopped the rest of the way. She huffed in satisfaction before looking back up at Via with her round, ruby eyes, arms held out to grip and kneed at the fibers beneath.

Charlotte babbled before scooting up toward Via, moving like an inchworm just to get to her.

“What are you doing?” Octavia snorted, instantly stopping the Devil baby in her tracks by leaning over and plucking the tiny thing from the floor.

It was so easy, like picking up taxidermic armadillo paperweight to admire. Just a tad more wriggly and loud.

Charlie smiled widely again and lightly petted Via’s beak. “Mah!”

“Yes, I heard you the first time.” Octavia held the Antichrist close, for lack of any alternative. “You’re nuts, you know?”

The familiar whoosh and accompanying sparkling light of a portal opening up a few feet away had Octavia pulling Charlie to her chest tightly. It earned her a high-pitched bit of nonsense, but Via waited in fear for the figure on the other side to step through.

The becoming-familiar figure of Lucifer hopped through. “Hello girls!”

It took Octavia a moment to get her bearings. Charlie fussed in the owl princess’s loosening arms as Lucifer focused on the two of them.

“Oh! Oh, I’m sorry sweetie. Didn’t mean to startle you!” The King hunched in on himself to appear smaller, voice going low. “Mom said she had to step out and I got here as fast as I could.”

“I’m sorry I kept you waiting.” He continued. “Here, want me to take her?”

Octavia slowly gave Charlotte to her father, watching numbly as he lit up for the baby.

“Dah!” Charlie squealed.

“That’s right! Daddy’s here!” Lucifer kissed her brow, and Charlie was already enthusiastically babbling once more.

He looked back to Octavia. “I hope you weren’t waiting too long…?”

“No, he… he got here a few minutes ago.” Octavia answered.

Lucifer’s expression turned remorseful and subdued, even while Charlie grabbed at lapels. This was the fourth-going-on-fifth time Prince Stolas had come requesting his daughter’s return home, and the situation was becoming as sad as it was frustrating.

It was difficult for Lucifer personally. On one hand, he was a father, and he knew that he’d tear apart Heaven and Hell to keep Charlotte safe with himself and his wife. On the other hand, Octavia’s parents were definitely not Lucifer and his wife. Being around Stella and Stolas Goetia, especially at the height of their marriage falling apart at the seems and one attempting to kill the other — as well as the other flaunting their extramarital affairs (in front of Octavia for fuck’s sake) sounded like the opposite of safe.

“Hey,” Lucifer offered the Owl princess a hand while moving Charlie to his hip. “Are ya hungry? We’ve got a kitchen all the way on the opposite side of the house with anything you could ever want. Or oh! Maybe we could go to that arcade Mammon commissioned up here — Dag and Belphagor’s? I bet they have food, and non-rigged games! Well for us, anyway.”

Lucifer chuckled. And Via looked up at him for a long moment, sizing up the rather diminutive ruler of all Hell as he waited for her with utmost patience. Charlie mimicked him once she’d assessed the situation (as much as a baby could) and held out her hand to Octavia as well, with an energetic ‘Gah!’.

Via smiled before she took the offer. “Sure.”

[vodika-vibes]

Tomorrow Will Be Better

Summary: When his cyare has a bad day, Fives does everything in his power to make her evening better.

Pairing: ARC Trooper Fives x F!Reader

Word Count: 760

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni @imabeautifulbutterfly

A/N: I wrote this in about 30 minutes, so I'm sorry if it's really bad. But I needed to write, so ta-dah.

Fives knows his cyare. He knows her moods and her quirks and her habits. She has a routine, and she follows it without thinking about it.

Honestly, his presence throws off her routine more than anything else in the galaxy. Not that he minds. He takes pride in being the one thing that can encourage his cyare to divert from her normal schedule.

But he also knows that he has to give her fair warning in advance.

So, when he sent an excited series of comms to his cyare, telling her about a new restaurant that his brothers told him about and how they were raving about it, and how he was definitely bringing her there tonight, he expected an enthusiastic reply.

Instead, he gets a half-hearted response. Half-hearted even by texting standards.

And he’s immediately concerned.

Fives toys with the idea of texting her again, of asking her what’s wrong and what he can do to help, but he has a feeling that his prodding isn’t going to help at all. 

So, instead, he decides to scrap all of his plans.

Honestly, the restaurant can wait, his cyare can’t.

So instead of relaxing, like he normally does when he’s home for the first time in ages, instead he darts around the apartment. He can’t make it spotless, and he’s sure that his cyare wouldn’t want him to make the house spotless, but he does give the kitchen and bathroom a quick scrub, and he very quickly starts the laundry and vacuums the living room, before he sets about preparing everything she might need for a relaxing evening.

Her favorite pajamas are laid out on the bed. Her favorite dinner from her favorite restaurant is quickly ordered and paid for. He lights her favorite candles, the soft scented ones that don’t trigger her migraines.

Fives considers drawing her a bath, but decides to wait to see what her mood is like before he does that. 

He would hate to make her feel pressured, after all.

And when the door opens, Fives is quick to greet her in the hallway, with a broad smile and a gentle kiss to her forehead.

She looks tired, his poor cyare. Dark circles under her eyes, and her hair pulled in a messy tail rather than the neater tail she usually wore to work. There’s an air of, almost, defeat around her. 

“Oh, cyare,” Fives brushes the back of his fingers against her cheek, “You had a bad day.” It’s not a question.

She laughs, and his heart clenches when it comes out as more of a sob, “It’s been a hard week.” She admits, “And…oh, I said we could go to-...just let me change and we can head out.”

Fives lightly cups her face and kisses her cheek and then the other cheek, before ghosting his lips against hers, “Food has already been taken care of. I ordered your favorite.”

“You…you did? But you wanted to go to this new place-”

“The restaurant will still be there the next time you feel like going out. It’s not going to vanish into smoke,” His voice is light and teasing, “But I’m worried that you might vanish into smoke if I don’t help you get some rest.”

She sighs, soft and so very heavy, and then leans against his chest, “What did I do to deserve someone as amazing as you?”

“Hm…well, you tripped over my brother, and I caught you. So I suppose you could say that you literally fell for me.” Fives replies with a grin.

“...that’s awful.”

“You love me for my bad jokes.” Fives reminds her with a smothered laugh, “Come on, angelfish.” He kisses the top of her head, “I put your pajamas out and I lit your favorite candles.”

“You’re wonderful,” She says through a sigh.

“I am pretty amazing.” Fives agrees, “Now, come on. Let’s get you settled, and you can tell me all about your rotten week while I cuddle you. And then we can watch some trash tv together while you fall asleep.”

“I love you, Fives,” The words seem to slip from her lips without her permission, and Fives can’t help but grin. He already knew, of course, she’s told him that before, but it’s still new enough that it sends thrills through his entire body.

“I love you too, cyare.” He presses one more light kiss to her lips, and then pulls away to guide her to the bedroom.

He’ll take care of her until she’s ready to take care of herself…and even after.

[bleucaesura]

STOLITZØ - FORTY THREE

“Exactly how long have I been gone?” Blitzø looked at his mother.

“Few days?” She rubbed her chin, looking up and thinking. “Week? Maybe two?”

“TWO F*CKING WEEKS?!” Blitzø’s eyes practically bugged out of his head.

“Blitzo! Language!” His mother feigned horror.

Blitzø sagged and rolled his eyes. She chuckled.

“Christ on a stick, mom!” He huffed.

“Time is different here. Wibbly wobbly and all that.” She smiled sheepishly and shrugged. “Sorry, sweetie.”

Blitzø rubbed his hands down his face in frustration.

“If it makes you feel any better,” she put her hand on his shoulder. “I think you’re ready to go.”

“Reeeeeeally!” Blitzø looked up at her with stars in his eyes.

She smiled tenderly. “Your family is waiting for you.”

Blitzø felt tears welling up in his eyes. She smiled and brushed her hand across his cheek tenderly. He leaned into it, not wanting to forget the feeling of that hand ever again.

“But before you go…” his mother stood and spread her arms wide into the sparkling heavens above her. They flew apart and expanded until Blitzø and his mother were giants standing amidst the galaxies. She continued to expand the view further. They were in the Milky Way now. Blitzø recognized the planets.

Blitzø was mesmerized. He watched, transfixed as she reached out and plucked a planet from its place in the sky. She turned to face him, the planet slowly turning and hovering above her hand.

“There’s something I’d like you to have.”

Blitzø looked closer and realized it was the Earth. He looked at her, confused. She chuckled and smiled.

His mother brought the Earth closer to Blitzø, and waited until it had turned to reveal the moon.

“Take it,” she nodded at the moon.

Blitzø reached over and cautiously plucked the little marble from its orbit. He looked it over between his fingers in wonderment. It was simple, but absolutely f*cking beautiful.

His mother released the Earth and it returned to its place in the cosmos. With a wave of her hands the universe contracted again. She held out her hand. He took it, not ever wanting to let go.

She smiled.

“Let’s put that little gem somewhere safe, shall we?” She took the moon from him and put it in his pocket. “There. In a pocket. Safe and sound. Somewhere you’ll always be able to find it.”

Blitzø smiled at his mother. He loved how she had always fussed over him.

“I want you to give that to Stolas,” she pointed to his pocket.

“You want me to give Stolas the moon?” Blitzø asked, skeptically, eyebrow raised.

She chuckled and pulled him into a fierce hug. “He’ll understand.”

“As long as someone does,” Blitzø laughed.

They hugged in comfortable silence for a time. Blitzø wanted this moment to last forever. He didn’t want to say goodbye to his mother ever again.

“Sweetheart?” His mother pulled back from their hug and looked at him. “Please know my death was NEVER your fault.”

Blitzø broke down in tears.

His mother slapped both hands on either side of his face and squished his cheeks until his lips puckered

“Ahh-ooo” Blitzø sniffled through puckered lips. His tears were tears of pain now. “Wah wuv dah fur?”

His mother laughed joyfully and hugged him tightly, wrapping them both in her tail.

Blitzø laughed in spite of himself, returning the gesture.

“Promise me that you will stop blaming yourself for my death.”

Blitzø buried his face in her hair, breathing in her scent, not wanting to let go. “I promise, momma.”

“And promise me you’ll tell that sweet Prince of yours that you love him.”

“Yes, momma,” Blitzø whispered. “I promise.”

“You are worthy of so much love and happiness.” She stroked his horns tenderly. “I see a bright future ahead of you, if you open yourself up to love.”

Blitzø nodded with his face still buried in her hair. “I will.”

Blitzø’s mother released him from their hug.

“It’s time to go.”

“Will we ever see each other again?” Blitzø choked on his tears.

“My sweet, precious boy…” She held him one last time and whispered, “I see you every day.”

*****

[lilgoblinbitch]

THE ONES WHO LIVE EPISODE FOUR (spoilers)

my reactions while i watch this masterpiece of an episode:

HELP OMG MY HEART IS POUNDING

why is there a roomba

HOLY FUCK THEY LANDED IN THE OCEAN OKAY

WHAT IS THIS GIANT BUILDING THEYRE IN

“we needed a time out” YES YOU DID TELL HIM BAE

“the hell is this place” ITS WHERE U AND MICHONNE ARE GONNA-

why are they both so sexy omfg this is ...

OMG MICHONNE HAVE MERCY Y ON ME

rick that stare is making me feel things, STOP.

IM SCREAIMUNG INTO MY PILLOW SO MY ROOMMATES DONT HEAR ME FOLDING OVER TWO FICTIONAL CHARACTERS

MICHONNE I COULD SEE U AS A CREATIVE WRITER OMGGGG

the queen is so smart and witty and STRONG HOLY SHIT???

no because if i was her at that moment i would be on the ground sobbing and convulsing

“CHILDREN?” HELP PLEASE SOMEONE

rj…

oh god.

WHAT THE FUCK RICK

WHY DO U THINK SHE PULLED YOU OUT OF THE HELICOPTER YOU DUMB MALE

have sex already please

MY TV PARENTS ARE FIGHTING :(

michonne it’s not that simple you can’t just go home yet :(

“what did they do to you” bad things :(

“do you still love me? :(“ MY POOR BABY MICHONNE

“little brave man” i can’t.

please smack some fucking sense into him michonne.

poor rick he’s so fucking broken. and poor michonne i can’t imagine what it feels like to find your husband after 8 years and he’s just…gone. 😔

STOP IT I DONT WANNA CRY AGAIN

THE WAY HE SAVED HER FROM THE BUILDING COLLAPSING

OH FUCK THE KNIFE OH NO OH NO THEYRE GONNA FIND OUT

LMFAOOOOOO MICHONNE IS SO SASSY I LOVE HER SM “I DONT EVEN HAVE A WEAPON, COMMANDO”

okay he deserved that shove from her.

ANDY AND DANAI DESERVE AN AWARD

oh god mich again i’m so sorry. rick is gone he’s got stockholm syndrome or some shit

rick lost his manners fr he is not treating his wife well, the blood on her face the “DAMMIT HUG THE WALL” UM RICK DO YOU KNOW WHO YOURE TALKING TO HELLOOO?????

uhhhhhh what is happening….

oh! i like this part :) (they’re kissing)

oh! i like this even more (they’re fucking)

OH FUCK YES I NEEDED THIS

oh poor rick my baby he waited for this moment for way too long

omg the look in their eyes STOP THIS IS SO MAGICAL AAHHHH

i’m actually fucking sobbing.

i love them sm i don’t ever want them to leave that bed (unless they go back to their children ASAP)

DARYL MENTION!!!!

“sit, rick.” YES COMMAND YOUR HUSBAND

“we, our family, are real. our love doesn’t get denied.” 👏👏👏👏

CARL MENTION PLEASE HELP HELP HELP IM NOT OKAY :(

rick sobbing makes my heart drop. this tissue box is my new bff.

the CARL DRAWING….

i’m still fucking sobbing. like, hysterically.

THE ELEVATOR MAKE OUT YESSS

THE CAR MAKE OUT YESSS

“WE CAN MAKE THIS WHOLE DAMN WORLD OURS IF WE WANT TO” YES YOU FUCKING CAN RICKY DICKY DOO DAH GRIMES!!!!

MY TV PARENTS ARE BACK TOGETHER YIPPIIEEE

holy shit that was truly an emotional rollercoaster. honestly this was my favorite episode. danai, you are fucking amazing, thank you for feeding us this delicious richonne meal today!!!

[jetspikepub]

Hey, cowboys 👋 Sorry for being inactive for a while. July's always been the worst time of the year for me. Well, maybe for everyone - half year reports, colleague's vacation, heat (and blackouts because of it), that kind of shit. I got used to it but the last two weeks were like hell. I usually balance between my hobbies and assignments but this time urgent tasks were falling on me like letters from Hogwarts. I feel like I need to chill and restore before bebopping again. That does not mean I'll stop shitposting or reblogging, I'm always here, ready to answer any questions or take pictures of some books and doujins if you want.

Last weekend I checked my 9 y/o pad and its battery is dead and apps are not supported anymore. I wanted to use it for extracting the Japanese text from scans. There are many great ocr apps with perfect recognition, but with Japanese... 🤦‍♀️ Well, in my situation, Kaku is the best app. I used it to translate JxS doujin, but doing this on a small phone screen is uncomfortable. I looked for some good affordable pads and... ta dah!

It's an impulsive purchase, considering my mental state, but very important step for the Bebop library extension and translation, because working with huge amount of text requires using digital dictionaries and translators.

It's a long journey but I believe there are fans who'd love to read official Bebop novels in Eng (and nsfw doujins😏). I give a warm hug to everyone who's waiting, believing and supporting our Bebop community.

[void-of-unparalled-chaos]

Okay sorry to all the dpxdc people who follow me but I'm once again going insane over Epic so please excuse me while I have a breakdown to Thunder Saga like I did the other songs

Honestly, It's not my favorite. I'm just not as big of a fan of it as I am the rest of the songs

ODYSSEUS BEING LIKE "OKAY SO HYPOTHETICALLY" TO THE SIREN, I love his flow here

The siren's fake little "Oh no..."

That cut from the previous song to shooting the siren though

Jorge's voice acting in this song is just SO GOOD

I have no clue what that instrument going do dah do dah dooo is in the background but I LOVE IT

"We are the men made monsters" is such a bar

12 YEARS OR SO LOL

"Cut off their tails, We're ending this now! Throw their bodies back in the water. let them drown." GOD DAMN ODY

I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE

I fucking LOVE Scylla's lines in this song

"You're quiet today." "Not much to say." "Deep down, you hide a reason for shame..." This hits differently knowing what's coming.

I fucking knew it was you Eurylochus.

"Hello :)"

STRINGS STRINGS STRINGS IS IT VIOLIN? IDK BUT I LOVE IT!

The men screaming in the background

Scylla's vocal layers!

"We are the same you and I."

It might be my favorite in the saga

Eurylochus you hypocrite... You were ready to sacrifice men too. What else were you expecting Ody to do against Scylla? What could he have possibly done? Thrown the torches like its a Jurassic Park T Rex?

Love Armando's vocal delivery in this, my favorite from him so far!

"You relied on wit and then we died on it!" My guys were you not telling him for the past 5 sagas to stop doing the witty things? And now your angry that he didn't find some other way? I'm getting mixed messages here.

Eurylochus you fucking idiot. OH! OBVIOUSLY THE BEST OPTION IS TO ANGER YET ANOTHER GOD! You ever just want to shake a character violently?

Jorge coming in clutch with vocal delievery again

I WAS NOT EXPECTING TO LIKE THIS SONG AS MUCH AS I DO, currently tied for my favorite this saga with Scylla

Apollo really went "I'm telling my dad on you >:("'

I have no idea what the instrument being used in this is but it is so cool

LUKE HOLT'S VOICE AAAAAAAA

NO ONE ELSE CAN EVER VOICE ZEUS

IT'S SO GOOD

Zeus that was a dick move

CALL BACK TO THE HORSE AND THE INFANT AND JUST A MAN SCREAMING

"I have to see her." "But we'll die." "I know." SOBBING

Eurylochus deserves it at this point. My guy you brought this on yourself. Why should Ody suffer for your mistakes against his orders?

[catb-fics]

It’s my birthday and I’m feeling a bit indulgent! What would Van be like on his gf / wife’s birthday 😍

Happy Birthday lovely! Sorry if I’ve missed it as I think you sent this last night but I hope you’ve had/are having the best day 🥳

Sorry I got a bit carried away with this ha ha I really don’t think he’d be anywhere near this perfect irl but I just wanted to write something cute for you xxx

🎁 You think Van hasn’t remembered your birthday, despite you dropping multiple hints he’d not really responded and you swore he wasn’t actually listening to you when you talked about that pretty birthstone necklace that you’d had your eye on for ages…

🎁 So when your birthday finally rolls around you aren’t expecting much… he’s not the most organised of people and you’re sure you’ll get something eventually… it’ll just probably be late.

🎁 Van’s up at the crack of dawn on the day as per usual but you don’t rush to get out of bed, even though his clattering around in the kitchen is much louder and more dramatic than normal.

🎁 You’re feeling grumpy that he’s not woken you up with a card and gift, you’ve not even had a birthday kiss or a cuddle… so when you hear his footsteps on the stairs you bury your face in the pillow, feigning sleep.

🎁 “Y/N?” You hear him whisper, close to your ear as he gently brushes your hair back from your face. “You awake love?”

🎁 You pretend you’re fast asleep to see what he’ll do, expecting him to give up and leave you sleeping, but he’s insistent this morning, showering your face with little kisses until you can’t fake it any more and you crack open an eye to see him beaming down on you.

🎁 “Ta-dah!” He announces loudly and proudly, producing a plate from behind his back with a huge birthday cake on it, decked out with candles and “LOVE YOU” scrawled across the top in scruffily applied pink icing.

🎁 It’s quite possibly the most shit looking cake you’ve ever seen, it looks like he’s quite literally thrown it together with his eyes closed, but you’re not complaining. You’re so overwhelmed that he’s gone to all that trouble for you.

🎁 “Bet ya thought I’d forgotten, didn’t ya?” He smirks at your shocked expression, urging you to blow out the candles as he bursts into song, serenading you with a daft version of ‘happy birthday to you’.

🎁 Van won’t let you leave the bed all morning, he’s on tea duty, bringing up cup after cup of tea and you both sit there scoffing a sickly breakfast of chocolate cake, laughing at the mess you’re making, chocolate smeared lips which you both take great delight in licking off each other.

🎁 Which inevitably leads to birthday sex, Van announcing that he’s going to give you an orgasm for every year of your life… you give up after three despite his enthusiasm to keep going. You’re starting to feel a little faint.

🎁 Then it’s showering together where he washes your hair as you discuss your plans for the day. There’s things you want to do but Van is insistent that he’s already got plans in place, he’s just very tight-lipped about what they are.

🎁 When you finally make it downstairs he surprises you again with a bunch of flowers, all your favourite spring blooms (which look suspiciously like they might have been pinched out your neighbours front garden but you don’t say anything… it’s the thought that counts, right?)

🎁 You spend a lazy morning on the sofa cuddling and watching a movie… your choice of course… then Van announces that he’s taking you out for lunch at your favourite restaurant.

🎁 You both don’t manage to eat much after gorging on cake all morning, but you have a lovely time. Van announces to anyone who’ll listen that it’s your special day and your cheeks are glowing pink with all the attention.

🎁 When you arrive back home you’re ready to flop down on the sofa again after your over-indulgences but you realise something’s going on as Van dashes into the house before you, acting all suspicious and telling you to wait outside for five minutes before going in.

🎁 You’ve no idea what to expect but you practically pass out from shock when you enter the living room to find a small group of your close friends and family there, all cheering birthday wishes and raising their glasses.

🎁 Van’s really outdone himself and you feel guilty for ever doubting him. You’re already starting to plan how you can pay him back for his birthday later in the year.

🎁 The party carries on into the evening and you’re having the best time. You can’t help snatching glances across the room to your boyfriend every so often to find him grinning back at you adoringly.

🎁 When the last of the party guests have filtered out the door you’re feeling happy but exhausted, slumping down on the sofa all sleepy and content… but the surprises aren’t over yet.

🎁 “Now for the special surprise,” Van says mysteriously before darting out of the room.

🎁 “What… there’s more?” You cry, feeling a little overwhelmed but not wanting to seem ungrateful. You’ve had a fantastic day but you’re shattered now and you just want to go to bed.

🎁 When he returns he presents you with a little box, all tied up fancy with a pretty bow. “Yeah… got Larry to wrap it for me!” He chuckles at your stunned expression.

🎁 It’s the beautiful birthstone necklace you’ve been hankering after and you’re so touched you feel a lump form in your throat, throwing yourself into your boyfriend’s arms, thanking him for such a perfect day.

🎁 “Just wanted to make it a special day for ya babe, that’s all,” he murmurs, holding you tight. “You mean the world to me, ya really do.”

[robotstrategy]

Rewired • Part 1/2

TW: UNDERAGED DRINKING, VOMITING, RECREATIONAL MARIJUANA USE, AND SURVIVORS TRAUMA.

Next Part

1 - Party

Tonight was pretty bad all things considered, Roland had thought that the moment of body dysmorphia and the talk he had with Hayden would be the last time he’d ever think about Trevor. He was wrong, for the last few days his mind had kept playing out the moment of the assault. Tonight was no different, even as he got out of his truck, went into the apartment, and rang on Hayden’s doorbell Trevor still lingered in his mind. The door cracks open and Hayden smiles at him, he seems to have his dress pants and a t-shirt on. 

“Sorry, I’m only halfway dressed, you can come in and sit down,” Hayden tells him.

“I can wait in the truck.”

Hayden frowns for a moment and then laughs. “Oh Roland, you’ve probably been driving for four hours, come and sit down.” Hayden ushers Roland into the small apartment. 

“It’s kind of cramped in here.” Roland notices.

Hayden nods. “Yeah, I’ve got the money to buy a bigger apartment, I just think I’d feel lonely in a bigger space.”

“Maybe you should think about buying a space that fits two people.”

Hayden playfully jaw drops, he then winks at Roland. “Maybe I should.”

Roland sits down on Hayden’s bed, taking in Hayden’s scent, something he didn’t really know Hayden had.

“Hope you don’t mind the show,” Hayden says as he takes off his shirt to put on a dress shirt. “Are you wearing any cologne tonight?” He asks, taking a little fancy bottle of liquid out from his dresser.

“I’ve never worn cologne, only deodorant.”

Hayden passes him another small bottle. “Think you’d do well with this one.”

Roland looks at it, it’s a cedar musk, he puts a little on his wrist and smells it, it’s just strong enough for him to not smell like an old lady. As he rubs the cologne in, Hayden comes over to sit beside him.

He tilts his head away from Roland, exposing his neck. “Wanna see what I smell like?”

2 - Bad Trip

Hayden anxiously wipes down the counters in his new apartment he had gotten a week ago. He had taken Roland’s advice to get a bigger apartment, but now it almost felt like he had empty nest syndrome even if he never had kids and didn’t want to have any. Roland comes over today, he hasn’t seen him in a month, and he only started talking to him again last week. Hayden is even surprised Roland is talking to him again, he doesn’t think anyone would want to talk to him after seeing him make a fool of himself. The party was awful, looking back on it now Hayden could tell something was the matter with Roland, he had just wished they could’ve stayed home and figured that out.

Hayden hears the doorbell ring, he sprints over to it to let in Roland.

“Hi.” He smiles.

“Hi.” Roland smiles back with a closed mouth.

Hayden closes the door behind Roland as he looks around. “This place looks really nice,” Roland tells him. 

“Yeah, I took your advice and got a place meant for two people.”

Roland’s smile drops a little, “Oh, then are you seeing someone?”

“No, I really wish I was, it’s really lonely here.”

“Oh, well I hope you find someone soon.”

Hayden sighs. “Yeah, me too.” It seems like Roland is too oblivious that he’s the one Hayden wants, that, or he’s trying to let Hayden down gently.

“Can I have a tour?” Roland asks, snapping Hayden out of his own thoughts. 

“Yeah sure, why not.”

Hayden brings Roland around the apartment showing him the downstairs bathroom, the upstairs bathroom, the guest and master bedroom, the kitchen and the living room. All of the rooms are somewhat decorated, though the place doesn’t seem so lived in yet. 

“I see what you mean,” Roland laughs. “You could fit a family of three in here.”

“Yeah, I don’t really think I’ll ever have kids.”

“Me neither, I don’t think any Awol, Recall, or Rewind would want to either. I’m not even sure if Rewinds can even reproduce.”

“I’d be worried they’d look like incest babies or something straight from Dah Zey.”

“Oh god, that would be awful.”

3 - Party

Roland turns his head away from Hayden. “No thanks” He feels his head being turned back towards a concerned Hayden.

“Are you nervous?” Hayden asks, he brushes the piece of hair in Roland’s face behind his ear. “Don’t worry, I can do all the talking tonight if you’d like.” He assures him. Roland has to hold back tears, he really doesn’t want to ruin the party for him. “That would be nice.” He sniffs.

Hayden smiles. “I think you’d like Grace, and I think she’d like you too, she’s a lot like your sister. Though I’m sure Lilian doesn’t think of filling the home with sad clown paintings.”

Roland gives him a weird look, and Hayden continues. “Don’t worry she hasn’t actually done that to her house, yet.”

Hayden pulls out his phone. “I should call us a cab tonight.”

Roland puts a hand on Hayden’s shoulder. “No, I can drive us there and back.” He tells him. 

“Roland… there’s alcohol there.” 

“I know, I don’t drink.” 

“Really? I thought you’d be all over that.” 

Roland shrugs.

“You don’t mind if I get a little tipsy then do you?” Hayden asks.

“Aren’t you not old enough to do that?”

Hayden laughs. “I’ve already done a whole bunch of edibles in my teenage years, I think we’re past being concerned about what goes into my body.”

“Fine, but if you throw up I’m gonna be pissed.”

“Oh, I won’t get that tipsy, I promise.”

Hayden ties his tie and puts on a black jacket and gloves “How do I look?” He asks Roland. 

“Either like a con artist or a spy, I think it’s the gloves.” Roland points out.

“Oh, guess I’ll steal your heart, or maybe I’ll sweep you off your feet.” He flirts, and now that actually gets Roland to laugh.

“Should we head out now?” Roland asks with a smile.

“Sure.”

4 - Bad Trip

Hayden looks Roland in the eyes. “Hey umm, about Grace’s party.” 

Roland sighs. “Yeah, I’ll be honest, it wasn’t the worst thing in the world.” 

“It wasn’t?” 

“No, but it was still terrible.” 

Hayden nods. 

“Sorry, I kept giving you the cold shoulder, I… I was going through something.” 

“It’s alright,” Hayden smiles. “We can start over on square one.” 

Roland smirks. “If we started back on square one, I’d think you were annoying, I’d be losing my mind over Connor and Mai, and we’d be stuck in an antique shop basement.” 

Hayden laughs. “Maybe square five then?”

“Square five,” Roland affirms. 

“So what do you want to do?” Hayden asks as he watches Roland fiddle his thumbs together.

“I’m used to bringing out board games whenever someone comes over, do you have any of those?” 

Hayden shakes his head. “No, the only thing I’ve got like that is plastic toy keys for Mason.”

“Sorry, what? Mason?” 

“Oh yeah, that’s Bam’s kid, she’s from the graveyard but I don’t think you ever met her, er um, Roland ever met her.” 

Hayden pulls out his phone and cycles through pictures to find the one he took of Mason sleeping on Bam's chest. “There.” 

“Oh, he’s cute.”

“Yeah, I told Bam she looks like the dad who said they did want a pet.”

Roland smiles. “She does.” 

“Yeah, she told me sometimes she teases Mason for giving her Baby Fever.” 

Roland changes the subject a tad bit. “I think Nero was talking to a girl like that the other day, she was calling her Bambi.”

“Yeah, that’s Bam’s full name. I’m guessing Bam knows Nero has half of Starkey’s face.” 

“I wouldn’t know, I just caught her cooing at her phone the other day and asked why she was doing that.”

“Well, next time you hear her talking to Bam you should ask Bam why she lets Nero call her Bambi, ‘cause she doesn’t let anyone do that.” 

“Will do.”

5 - Party

At sun down they arrive at a beautiful Floridian mansion decked out in pink with a red-tiled roof. Hayden bends himself forward from the passenger seat to announce them on the intercom. After a moment the wrought-iron gate swings open allowing them to pass through. Roland parks and gets out of the truck, mesmerized by the scenery. He walks over to the pink azalea hedges, just as he reaches them he’s spooked by the sound of someone calling out for him. He looks over to see Hayden standing away from the truck next to a butler. 

“I’m just looking around.” He explains himself.

Hayden gently waves away the butler before coming up to Roland. “It’s going to be fine in there Roland.”

“I know.”

“Then why are you avoiding going in?”

“I’m not, I just want to look around.”

Hayden looks around with him. “I mean, it’s nothing special, it’s honestly kinda tacky.”

Roland frowns. “Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t grow up with rich tastes like you!”

Hayden is taken aback. “Wha-”

“Hayden, this place looks like a real-life Barbie Dream House! But, y’know, maybe that’s why you find it tacky.” His voice slows into a mutter as if he’s trying to backtrack from snapping at him. 

“I… never saw it that way.” Hayden pauses. “Wait, how do you even know what a Barbie Dream House is?”

“I have a little sister, Hayden.”

Hayden scoffs at himself. “Oh, of course.”

Roland looks back at the bushes. “There’s a lot of pretty flowers out here.” 

Hayden stares at Roland, then he looks at the flowers. “I think you’re prettier.” He says under his breath. 

“What?”

“Nothing! I just remembered I had flowers for you at home.” A great save on Hayden’s part, mostly because he did have a bouquet at home for Roland.

Roland smiles. “Oh, that’s nice!” 

Hayden holds his hand out for Roland to take. “Can we go inside now?”

Roland takes his hand. “Alright, if you insist.” 

The mansion is filled with marble furnishings and designer seating, and the walls are covered in abstract art, it’s absolutely extravagant.

“This place is beautiful,” Roland says in a state of awe.

“I think it looks like a model home from a magazine,” Hayden comments. “Though, this place probably looks like the American dream to you.”

6 - Bad Trip

Hayden looks towards the kitchen. “So I’ve got some snacks if you want any.” 

“Oh thank god I’m starving.” 

Hayden laughs as he and Roland go into the kitchen.

“So are we cooking anything?” Roland asks. 

“No, unless you want me to watch you cook while hugging you from behind.” Hayden teases, he grabs onto Roland’s back and as soon as he does Rolan lets out a pained wheeze. 

Hayden backs away from Roland, putting his hands over his mouth. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry.” 

Roland takes a deep breath. “It’s okay, I’m just taking a break from my meds for a while.” 

“Doesn’t it hurt?” 

“A little, but don’t beat yourself up over it, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“But-”

Roland’s voice becomes firm. “It’s fine, Hayden.” 

Hayden still feels guilty as Roland rummages through the fridge for something to eat. “What’s with the brownies?" Roland asks.

Hayden peers inside the fridge. “Those are edibles.” 

“Oh.”

“Have you ever had one before?” 

“No.”

“Do you want to?” 

Roland looks up at Hayden, going over his options before he says anything. “If I do, will you stay sober?”

“If that’s what you want.” 

“Then I’ll try a piece.”

Hayden gets Roland to sit on the couch as he cuts a sliver off of one of the brownies. He comes over with the piece of brownie and gives it to Roland. He takes the piece and puts it in his mouth, chews it, and swallows it, he then stares at Hayden. 

“It’ll take a while to kick in,” Hayden tells him. 

For now, they just stare at each other. Hayden looks at Roland’s face, whoever put him back together did a good job. The only noticeable thing about it is that the corners of his mouth are slightly open. He then looks up at his hair, his beautiful dark brown hair that now reaches his shoulders. 

Roland smiles at him. “Whatcha lookin’ at?”

“Your hair.”

“Everyone at work says I should cut it.”

“Please don’t!”

Roland laughs. “Relax, I like it this length.”

Hayden gets closer to him. “Can I feel it?”

“What?”

“Your hair.”

Roland takes an awkward tone of voice “Okay...”

Hayden softly combs his hand through Roland’s hair. “It’s so soft.” He feels Roland pass his hand through his bangs. “Your hair is soft too.”

“Yours is softer.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Hayden sits back down on the couch. “So what have you been up to?”

“Oh, well I work a lot for the emergency services, it’s usually picking up people from places they shouldn’t be.”

“I’m guessing from places that are off-grid too?”

“Yeah, that and mountains and stuff.”

7 - Party

“Heh, I don’t think I’d want this big of a house. So, is the woman who owns this house really like my sister?” Roland teases. 

Hayden rolls his eyes. “Would you believe me that she lives in the guest house and that this place is only for parties?” 

“Maybe.” 

Someone around Roland’s age comes up to them, she’s got a puffy dress reminiscent of a holiday doll. 

“Looks like someone came out of the radio again.” She smiles.

“Nice to see you too Grace,” Hayden points to Roland. “I brought a date like you asked.” 

“H-hi,” Roland shyly waves his hand.

“Oh, so did the radio boy grab you from the radio too, or maybe the TV..?”

Roland laughs. “The BioBuilder actually.” 

Grace nods. “I’ve finally seen one of ‘em creations from that machine, count me impressed.” 

Roland becomes awkward. “Hah, right.” 

“She’s the one who brought the original organ printer to Rifkin Medical Instruments,” Hayden whispers into his ear. 

“Oh, umm, thank you for… everything then.”

Grace dismisses him. “You should go thank Sonia and Janson at their memorial, they are the ones who created it. I just rushed the machine out of a burning building.” 

“That memorial was built on top of the fire site wasn’t it?” Hayden asks. 

“Mhmm, where there was an antique shop, there is now a sculpture of a scientist couple.”

Roland looks at Hayden. “…What?…”

Hayden excuses them for Grace and pulls Roland aside. 

“What is she talking about Hayden?” 

Hayden sighs. “Do you remember Sonia?” He asks, Roland nods.

“Well, a long while back Connor, Risa, and Grace were at the antique shop. Some parts pirate searching for Connor came in and set the entire place on fire.” 

Roland looks down. “Oh.” 

“Yeah, everyone got out except for Sonia, I heard she was chained to the chair she sat in.” 

Roland looks solemnly at the ground. 

“We could visit their memorial after the party,” Hayden suggests. 

“I don’t want to.” Roland mumbles.

8 - Bad Trip

There’s a bit of silence before Hayden brings Nero up. “How has Nero been doing? I've always wondered since she has half the face of Starkey.”

“Oh, she’s fine, she moved back in with me a month ago, in between helping Sam with his work she works as a nurse at her old ward.”

“I’m surprised they let her back in there.”

“Well, it’s not like a regular ward, there’s probably a lot of medical stuff going on in there.” 

“Yeah, I guess.”

Hayden supposes this is going better than he expected, he thought as soon as he opened the door for Roland he'd start chewing him out of how horrible he was being at the party. 

“You look tired,” Roland comments, it was true Hayden spent all last night busy worrying about how today would go.

“Do you want to lay down?” Roland asks him.

Hayden has to do a double-take. “Like, with you?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Alright.” Hayden tries to wedge himself between the couch and Roland before his body is promptly placed on Roland’s chest. 

Hayden starts to blush really hard. “Roland.” 

“What?”

“I’m on your chest.” 

“Well, I can see that.” 

“But why?”

“‘Cause I don’t care if you’re on my chest.” 

“But, but, I’m like on you.” 

“And? I don’t care. This is like our second date isn’t it?”

“Wow, you’re far bolder when you’re not going through something.” 

“When I pulled you onto the dance floor at Lilian's party it should’ve told you that much.” 

Hayden nods, he feels Roland comb through his hair again. “You should have a nap,” Roland tells him. 

“But I want to be awake when you’re feeling the full effects of that brownie.”

“Hayden, all I’m doing is looking up at a white ceiling, I'll be fine.” Roland gently presses Hayden’s head into his chest as Hayden starts falling asleep.

9 - Party

Hayden holds Roland’s hands. “What’s wrong?” 

Roland makes up a half-excuse. “It’s just my first date after y’know… I’m just nervous.” 

Hayden kisses Roland’s hand, making him blush. “Everything is gonna be okay, I promise.” 

Roland sighs, the moments of, before, and after the assault still playing in his head. ‘It really isn’t, and I don’t know how you can make it better.’

Hayden guides Roland over to the seating area. He looks around the room, there are at least fifty people in here. He looks back at Hayden, and seeing him eye the champagne glass tower he smirks at him. 

“Can I restrict you to just one drink tonight?” 

Hayden smiles at him. “You can.” He walks over to the tower to receive a glass, and on his way back he takes minimal sips. 

Roland looks at him curiously. “How’s it taste?” 

“Fancy.”

Hayden shifts closer to Roland, almost too close, he then strokes a finger onto Roland’s vest, stroking a finger was something Trevor used to do. 

“You’re really pretty.” He says.

“Thanks, Hayden,” Roland says flatley.  

Hayden looks down, almost defeated-looking, instead of taking a sip of the champagne Roland remarks that this time Hayden takes a full gulp.

“Have you eaten anything recently?” Roland asks.

Hayden shakes his head, Roland takes away his glass and sets it aside. “Come get something to eat with me, that stuff can’t be good for you on an empty stomach.” Roland leads Hayden over to a giant buffet table, it’s probably filled with the best the world has to offer.

They sit back down and Roland hands Hayden back the glass. As they eat Roland can’t help but notice a stain on the corner of Hayden's mouth. 

“You’ve got something in the corner of your mouth,” Roland says. Hayden grabs the cloth napkin and wipes the other side of his mouth. 

“No, not that side.” Roland licks his thumb and wipes away the stain, after realizing what he’s just done he becomes a sputtering mess. 

“Anywhere else to clean up? Maybe my lips?” Hayden giggles. 

Roland stares him straight in the eyes, his voice goes back to being flat. “Can you never ask that question, like, ever again?” 

Hayden recoils a little. “Oh, sorry.” He quietly utters, again, taking a big gulp of his champagne.

[tobiasdrake]

Team Alarm Clock has entered the casino. SPY MOVIE NOISES. Ba dah! Badadadah!

Desuhiko doesn't seem to be with us.

While I would like to believe that means we dumped his ass and bailed, the more plausible explanation for his absence is that one of us is Desuhiko. Probably Halara, as that would free them up for secretly doing Cool Halara Shit without anyone being the wiser.

I just want it on record that now, not only is Halara not being paid for this mission, they are actively dipping into their own personal funds for it. Even if we count something as insubstantial as Yuma's I.O.U. promises as money, there is nonetheless a real possibility that Halara will make negative money on this job.

The "Cool Older Sibling" energy in this room is so thick you can cut it with a knife.

Of course, they're probably going to break the bank. We already know that they're a formidable gambler. They were actively taking Desuhiko for all he's worth when we met them. Still, it's touching that they'd take on a risk like that for Fubuki/meeeeeeeee! ^_^

Oh wow. Laying it all on the table. We're going all in right from the get-go.

I trust your judgment, Halara. But I'm nervous about it. I can unsay that for you if you need.

Holy shit, we are going all-in. Not even being coy about it. I. Guess. There's no need for subtlety when you can singlehandedly shitstomp an entire city's worth of militarized police.

What's this guy going to do to Halara? Scowl unpleasantly in their direction?

(Fubuki in the background trying her best to look fierce. XD I'm sorry, bestie. But. Like I said to Desuhiko, Halara sucks all of the coolness out of a room and hoards it to themselves. It is impossible for others to be cool when Halara is nearby.)

We are gambling on this dude's complicity. Holy shit. What is their plan? Do we even have enough information?

Wait. Can we get more information by doing this? Get him to talk about shit and then whoopsy time reversal and now I know everything? Life is Strange had some pretty cool temporal interrogations like that.

I still think this is Desuhiko. There's something about the body language. Would Halara throw a finger gun?

Ordinarily I'd be like, "How are you gonna enforce that?" But even if this isn't Halara, Halara's involved. So the option of physically dragging this guy out into the street after mercing his bodyguards is on the table if he refuses to keep up his end of the bargain.

Here we go. It's okay. If we mess up, I've got the Reset Button right here. It's only cheating if... if... okay, that's totally cheating. But the casino cheats too so fair's fair!

This guy's gonna find out why Halara preys on dipshits like Yuma and Desuhiko for their gambling, but gives Fubuki a wide berth.

...and I'm going to be the one to roll because I have time reset powers so I can save scum the outcome?

I don't like how he emphasized that. Is he going to cheat using loaded dice? If he cheats using loaded dice, I might not have a counter for that. Loaded dice are going to still be loaded no matter how many times I rewind time.

Yep, we're save scumming. *deep breath* I hate gambling. I'm super nervous.

Come on, Fubuki. Today is your Lucky Day. We just need to trust in the con artist's completely legitimate divination, put our faith in good luck, and roll.

He has blue dice. His dice are different from my dice. That's raising my hackles.

His blue dice rolled a seven on the first try. Because they're loaded.

Obviously, we're going to scrub this outcome. But I don't know what we can do to make that not happen again?

It's interesting that his values changed. They changed because Halara and Fubuki took a moment to chitchat, causing him to get a little impatient. The circumstances of his roll changed. But the outcome nonetheless adds to 7.

How would you rig two different dice to falsify an outcome together without always landing on the same value?

I. Thought. We already weren't holding back. What are you going to do, Halara? Forcibly take the dice from him and roll them to prove they're loaded?

How would that help? If both rolls land on seven, then it's a draw and the game continues. His dice won't be any less loaded on the second roll.

You became a detective because your parents kicked you out and made you go become a detective, but I like your energy! Screw this guy! We'll... uh... do this somehow... even though I don't understand the plan.

But if there's time, maybe burn a rewind on punching him in the face. Just for me. if we roll the seven, then we can punch him right in the nose before he knows what hit him. After that, we rewind to the moment our seven came up.

[hero-of-the-wolf]

Wanna yap about animal facts? Or about your book? Or anything you feel like yapping about?

I’m sorry for the wait, I wanted to take my time to think about what I wanted to yap about :)

Today’s topic is….. DAH NA NA NA NAAA Wind Waker’s Staff Roll theme!!!

I don’t know a whole lot of music theory, but I love love analyzing music I think it’s so interesting and this song not only sounds beautiful, but it’s really clever too!!

(also it’s the perfect song to play after finishing the game omg I cried)

okay so we start out with the main title theme, which is the two themes of the two sages beautifully woven together!! then in fades Aryll’s theme, quiet at first, and slowly growing in volume until it gets its time in the spotlight too :) THEN we get the great sea theme, this game’s overworld theme!!

and then…. it’s Zelda’s lullaby in the spotlight!!!

then we’re back the the main title theme, and Aryll’s theme again, and then we end on Zelda’s lullaby with this really beautiful arpeggiated chord !!!!

I feel like there's gotta be significance to the order of the themes in this song ���� like we start out with the main title theme of course, it ties everything together. An important part of Link’s quest is finding and awakening the sages to restore the master sword’s power! Aryll’s kidnapping obviously kickstarted everything, and her safety is Link’s main motivation for everything that he does. The overworld theme symbolizes his journey, and Zelda’s lullaby is yeah

idk if any of this even makes sense 😭 I just really really love this song I’m so obsessed with it

[thesassywallflower]

Of Glitter and Paper

Title: Of Glitter and Paper

Word Count: 1655

Summary: The holidays are a ridiculously busy time so you have to take the time out for a little loving wherever and whenever you can.

Rating: Mature

Tags: Dean Winchester, Female!Reader, Dean x Female!Reader, Domestic!Dean, Dean Does NOT Die In That Stupid Barn, Basically porn with dash of plot, with teeniest, tiniest bit of angst, fluff

Characters: Dean Winchester, Female!Reader, Claire Novak

A/N: Merry Christmas, @thoughtslikeaminefield! ‘Tis I, your Secret Santa! Here is your fic. I so hope you enjoy it. You asked for: “There was no rebar, dean is sober, dean is married with children”. Now I know that I know I kind of ignored the whole no rebar part, but I hope that my slight indiscretion okay. Fingers crossed!

This was written for the @spnfanficpond Secret Santa Exchange. Also this fic is completely unbeta-ed so any grammatical errors, wanton comma abuse and missed words are mine and mine alone. Hope you enjoy!

“Dean!” you gasped. “We have to be quiet!”

“I am being quiet,” he rumbled against your inner thigh, his deep voice sending the faintest of vibrations straight to your clit. “But sweetheart, the real question is, can you?”

You shot him a glare, taking in your undone shirt and bra, and nipples still glistening from his ministrations. Damn it. Your man knew you too well. Until you’d met one Dean Winchester, you’d always been rather quiet during lovemaking, but with Dean? Uff dah, you couldn’t seem to shut up! There was just something about him- “OH!” And just like that you were already disobeying your own order. 

Dean’s calloused thumbs gently separated your slick folds, and his tongue (oh that clever, clever tongue) delicately lapped your swollen bud. “Oh lord…” you moaned as you widened your thighs, reaching behind you to grasp the edge of the desk you were sitting on in a feeble attempt to brace yourself. Paper crinkled under your butt and a pair of scissors clattered to the floor. 

Dean gave a huff of laughter, his warm breath tickling your aching core and emerald eyes twinkling up at you, “Already breaking your own rule, huh?”

“You just wait until it’s your turn, pal,” you ground out. “I’m going to make you yell so loud the neighbors will be calling the- oh sweet mercy!” Dean’s soft licks had morphed into him wrapping his lips around your clit and suckling as he firmly stroked the bundle of nerves with his tongue.

Fireworks of sensation shot through your body and then back down to your core. Heat pooled and you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter. Oh gods, were you going to come already? Dean’s big hands wrapped around your thighs and spread you even wider, giving him better access. His tongue began to flicker from your clit to your tight channel where he began to thrust in an imitation of his cock. Then he turned his attention back to your clit where he would once again suckle. Involuntarily one of your hands shot out and grasped the back of his head as you thrust your hips forward frantically in an attempt to get even closer to that sinful mouth. Dean growled and gripped your hips in response. All it took was that growl to make your climax  wash over you like a spring thunderstorm.

Panting you leaned back against the desk, willing your heart rate to calm down at least a few beats per minute. After a few seconds you sat back up, “Okay sir, your turn,” you grinned seductively, reaching for his waistband.

Dean backed away just out of reach causing your brow to furrow in confusion. He gave you a sheepish grin, “Sorry darlin’, as much as I want that gorgeous mouth of yours on my dick, there’s no way I can last.”

“You’re sure- oh you really are sure, aren’t you?” you giggled as he hurriedly worked to unbutton his jeans. The giggle swiftly turned to a moan as he unzipped his pants, and his straining cock sprang free. Your channel tightened and moisture pooled at just the sight of his straining length.

“You okay with this?” he asked between gritted teeth as he palmed himself and stepped forward.

You nodded vehemently and greedily reached out to pull his still denim covered hips between your legs. You took his cock and guided it to your entrance. Dean gripped your hips and in one smooth thrust plunged his entire length into you. You both gasped, and you felt your eyes roll back into your head as he began to stroke into you. 

“Dean…Dean…Dean…good, you feel so good,” you babbled as his thrusts pitched upward and rubbed against your clit. “Oh gods, so good.”

“Shhhh sweet girl, shhhh,” he took one of his hands off your hip and carefully covered your mouth, all the while keeping up those maddening thrusts.

In retaliation you squeezed your inner muscles around his cock and his firm ass with your hands at the same time. You then traced each of his fingers with your tongue before giving his ring finger a gentle nip.

With a barely contained groan, he tore his hand off your mouth and crashed his lips into yours. Your tongues tangled in a frantic dance and those measured strokes turned uneven and urgent.

You felt release once again barreling down at you. Everything centered on the multitude of sensations happening at once. His hard body moving against your much softer one, the slick grip of your core on his large cock, his lush mouth moving against yours, and soft gasp he made into your mouth as you raked your nails up his back and into his hair. Then it all fractured in a burst of starlight and you were muffling your cries of release into his neck as Dean roared your name as his own climax hit him. 

He rested his forehead against yours as your chests heaved against each other in an attempt to try to get some air back into your lungs. “Who’s breaking the rules now?” you laughed shakily as you pressed a kiss to a spot right above his thundering heart. The same spot where there was a brutal almost perfectly round quarter sized scar. A scar that daily reminded you of how close you came to losing him to a rusty piece of iron in an abandoned barn. 

“Worth it,” he chuckled as he dropped a lingering kiss onto your lips before he pulled away and fixed his pants with still trembling hands. You couldn’t help noting those hands with a smug glance. You sorted your shirt and bra and scooted off the desk. After a bit of a shuffling around under scraps of paper, you found your panties under a pile of bags and tape and slipped them on and tugged your skirt back into place.

“Where the hell did all that glitter come from?” he nodded to the red and silver specks creasing your hands.

“Honey, look around us. Besides you know what they say about glitter right? It’s the herpes of the craft world. It finds its way into everything.”

He chuckled, “Alright, alright. Well I suppose it’s time to check on those ghouls out there and see how much damage they’ve done.”

“I can only imagine,” you winced before playfully slapping his ass. “Okay my fearless hunter, time to face the music.”

***

You walked into the living room only to find three sets of curious eyes boring holes straight into the both of you.

“Mommy? What took you guys sooooooo long? We’ve been waiting to start the movie FOREVER!!” Rowena, your ever dramatic six year old asked. Sometimes she took after her namesake a little too much. “Bobby ate almost all the sugar cookies already!”

“Yeah, Mommy and Daddy, what took so long? We thought you were only going to wrap a few presents.” Claire smirked at them from the couch and popped a piece of peppermint bark into her mouth. She’d originally stopped by to say hi and drop off some presents for the kids as she drove back to Sioux Falls for the holidays, but a Plains blizzard had rolled in right as she’d arrived. It looked like they’d have an extra guest for Christmas dinner tomorrow, which you absolutely loved. Your door was always open to all your friends and family.

“Well…” You cleared your throat awkwardly. “Dad’s not very good at wrapping presents so I ended up having to do all of them. That’s why it took so long.”

“But why were you both yelling?” Bobby, their four year old piped up, frosting and cookie crumbs coating his lips and smeared across one chubby cheek.

“Yeah, you were both yelling so loud! Bobby and I wanted to check on you, but Claire said that we couldn’t.” 

“I uh- well I-ummm-” you stammered. Christmas Eve was so NOT the time to have this particular conversation. Especially not with Claire “Could Barely Contain Her Gleeful Laughter” Novak snorting at them from her corner. You looked back helplessly at Dean. “Well you see…”

Dean knelt down next to the nest of pillow and blankets your two kiddos had built for themselves in preparation for your annual Christmas Eve movie night and looked into the two sets of curious green eyes so like his. “Guys, we were going to keep this a secret, but since you’ve both been so good, I’ll let you in on it. We were talking to Santa on the phone.” 

Bobby and Ro gasped, “You were???”

“Yep, we were. But then we started arguing about who’s turn it was to tell Santa about how awesome you two are. That’s why you heard yelling.”

“Ooooohh, I bet Santa didn’t like that,” Ro gasped.

“He sure didn’t! In fact, he almost took away our presents, but then we told him that we were sorry and that we’d start taking turns talking to him. After that Santa said that we were all good. So that’s why you heard yelling, okay?”

“Okay!” They both chimed and turned their attention back to the Peanuts gang dancing across the TV screen. Whew, by some kind of miracle you’d, well Dean, managed to side step a very awkward conversation.

Dean shot you a relieved grin and walked towards the kitchen in (knowing him) pursuit of more cookies and hopefully a much needed cup of coffee for you. You felt your heart swell with love and gratitude for this amazing man that the universe had seen fit to give you. “He is truly the only Christmas gift I will ever need,” you thought as you snuggled next to Bobby on the pile of pillows.

“Daddy?” Ro piped up. You froze. You should’ve known that Ro wouldn’t let you both get off that easy. “Why do you have glitter all over your bottom?”

“Well shit,” you groaned to yourself with a laugh as you buried your burning face into a pillow. “There goes that Christmas miracle.”

[caitierose-butwithfics]

Sunflowers

Author's Notes: Finally doing this prompt by @megamegamegastar!!! Very sorry for the delay, I hope it is worth the wait:) For this fic, I do headcannon that Camalide and Stell are Hispanic, Magma and Thund are Filipino, and that Thund is deaf. Hope you guys enjoy!!!

Camalide took one last look in the mirror, admiring her new outfit. It was a blue sequined jumpsuit, folded at the bottom. In the folds was a shimmering gold silk. Gold and blue were her best colors, so why change them?

She kept her hair in her customary Bantu buns. That kept her hair out of her face and honestly she loved the look on her.

She was just about to grab her bag and wait in the car when she heard a dramatic "Audayme!! Cami, I'm stuck!!"

Shaking her head with a smile, she went to help her overly dramatic brother. Stell had been that way since they were small, always needing his big sister to help him out. She entered his room and then doubled over in laughter. He had somehow gotten stuck in the red sweater he was wearing tonight, and was comically trying to get unstuck.

"Stand still, would you? Dios mio, how did this even happen? How hard is it to put a sweater on?"

"I was multi-tasking, and I must have gotten my holes mixed up."

"Do me a favor, never ever say that again, ok?" God, Stell was so fucking oblivious. But sure enough, he has stuck his arm in where his neck was supposed to go.

Stell, stepped back, looking at his sweater in the mirror. His smile fell as he saw his reflection. "You know, in hindsight, maybe this sweater wasn't the best of buys."

"Well, too late to change. Come on!"

***

Camilade rarely dressed up. But today was a special day.

When Stell was in kindergarten, he had instantly clicked with this boy named Thund. From that point on, you could never catch Thund without Stell, and vice versa. Thund had been adopted by his cousin's family when he was a baby, and he had one cousin that was around Camilade's age, named Magma. Magma and Camilade had also clicked, and the four formed a tight friend group. They did everything together, and would often hang out at Magma and Thund's parents'restaurant. It was one of the most popular restaurants in SunHorizon, and today was the day SunHorizon had won the infamous Showdown, so of course Magma's family was going to throw the biggest party that Danceverse had ever seen.

Camilade brushed herself off as she excited the car, feeling the rush of excitement in the air. A group of kids ran by, sparklers in hand. Music that was a staple for SunHorizon played in the air, joined by a melody of laughter and conversation.

"Cami!!!" Camilade perked up at the melodious sound of Magma. She had a sing song voice, always sounding like she was on the verge of breaking out into a song.

She was running towards Camilade, one hand hidden behind her back. Her breath caught at the sight of Magma's dress. It was a bright pink color, reaching just above her knees. It was a wonder how she was running so fast, since she was wearing tall gold heels. Her hair was down, flowing past her waist. She reached Camilade and gave her a single handed hug. Camilade felt warmth rise to her checks. Must be the heat.

"Maggie!!! That dress is so pretty!!!"

"You're one to talk! Look at the jumpsuit. It looks gorgeous on you!!!" Camilade felt her cheeks go bright red at the compliment. God, something must be terribly wrong with her.

"Look, I have a surprise for you!" She pulled her hand out from behind her back to reveal a bright yellow crown of Sunflowers. Camilade's favorite flower. "Ta-dah!!!"

"Oh my God Maggie, it's gorgeous. Thank you so much!!! Did you make this?"

"I did!" She did a little curtsy, then grabbed Camilade's hand and ran with her towards the celebration. "Come on, the party's this way!!!"

***

Camalide touched her cheeks, eyes widening in shock. Have her cheeks always been this hot?? Is she sick?? What was going on??

Magma had sat them down, telling them she was going to go food for them and then running off. Camilade had tried looking for her in the crowd, but there were just too many people. Magma had said that Thund was finishing up helping out in the kitchen, and then he would join them.

She looked up, and froze as she saw her. Magma was ordering them all food, but there was something about the way she was talking to the man at the counter... she could hear her voice from here. She was literally the sweetest person Camalide ever knew. She had such a gentle, shy voice... Camalide hid her face in her hands, feeling her face grow more and more red. God, what was wrong with her?

"Cami, you ok?" She felt an arm on her back. That had to be Stell.

"No. I'm sick. Me siento mal. Mui mal."

Stell laughed uproariously. God, why did he have to be so fucking loud?!

"Yeah. Sick with love maybe."

Camalide shot up with a glare. "Absolutely not!"

"Sure you are. I've noticed how you look at Maggie. You are a hopeless romantic."

Camalide hid her face in her hands again, this time out of embarrassment. She had absolutely no feelings for Magma. None whatsoever. No chance.

Right?

[the-ultimate-pie-family]

Aerie and flux double date with blood and galaxia

Aerie: *yawns hearing somepony at her door* coming *opens the door* oh hi there?

Rave: hi miss aerie my dad and mom invited u and one other to our lovely castle for a double date with them

Aerie: a double date? *I'll have to ask flux* thank u little one

Rave: ur welcome *disappears*

Aerie: flux?!

Flux: yes babe?

Aerie: we got invited to a double date tonight should we go?

Flux: why not wat could go wrong

Aerie: *opens the invitation card summoning blood*

Blood: thank u it was very cramped in that card hahaha

Aerie: dah my god

Flux: *flies down in front of aerie* who r u?!

Blood: im blood im the one who invited u two to me and my wife double date

Aerie: ooooo how nice where r we going for this double date?

Flux: yeah im curious judging by how u look u might kill us

Aerie: honey be nice he and his wife invited us we should atleast see how it goes?

Blood: if u guys do decide to join us the card has a portal to my castle see u soon *vanishes*

Flux: hmmmm wat u think babe?

Aerie: wat do we have to lose flux?

Flux: our lives we could die babe

Aerie: ur just paranoid honey i have a good feeling besides it'll be fun

Flux: im keeping my guard up though plus he smelled like weed

Aerie: i thought I'd smelled it too this is gonna be fun i think heheh

*few hours later while getting ready*

Flux: i still say were gonna die tonight babe

Aerie: ur being paranoid honey blood seem a very nice stallion and he went out of his way to be social

Flux: social my flank babe he's gonna kill us just u wait were gonna regret going

Aerie: ur so adorable paranoid honey heheh

Flux: *blushes looking away* ok we ready

Aerie: im ready *opens the card summoning the portal* wow so cool

Flux: I'll go first don't need u getting hurt babe *walks through portal*

Aerie: awwww so paranoid and a gentlepony heheh *walks after flux*

Rave: *running around with her siblings playing* mom dad there here hi miss aerie again

Jerak: *tackles rave headbutting her knocking her out*

Flux: ouch.......

Aerie: ur a strong young stallion wats ur name handsome *smiles*

Jerak: jerak pie grandma pinkie?

Flux: pinkie pie? She's still alive?

Aerie: *shrugs* i guess so

Pinkie: *walks out of the basement with fresh baked good*

Aerie: wat the heck she looks so young?

Flux: like she never aged at all right? Still regretting ur decision babe?

Aerie: nope *walks up to pinkie* hello miss pie

Pinkie: hello ma'am wat can i get ya?

Jerak: dog pile *tackles pinkie*

Pinkie: *catches jerak with her magic* sweetie i have a customer go play with ur other siblings plz *throw jerak upstairs*

Jerak: weeee

Flux: *whispers in aerie ear* when did pinkie have magic?

Aerie: i don't know

Pinkie: it's rude to whispers u know

Aerie: sorry miss pie

Flux: how r u this young miss pie i figured u be dead by now?

Aerie: honey stop be nice this is her home and were guests here

Pinkie: he's fine ma'am he's curious how im still alive right?

Flux: very curious miss pie

Pinkie: well my secret is im the mother of god and satan *giggles* so i can't die hehehe

Flux: have u been tested for insanity?

Blood: *teleports downstairs* aerie and flux welcome to my castle

Flux: where's ur so called wife at? If she's real

Aerie: honey be nice sorry he's paranoid were gonna die by u guys

Blood: that is paranoia haha but u guys r safe here beside my wife is putting the kids to sleep

Aerie: how many kids do u have if i may ask?

Galaxia: is our other couple here babe?

Blood: yup the kids r asleep but one and it's our new born

Aerie: a new born????!!!!! May i see? Plz?

Galaxia: *unfolds her right wing showing a baby unicorn colt*

Aerie: oh my god he's so handsome

Galaxia: thank u ma'am

Blood: hope u guys don't mind the new born with us

Flux: no uh I don't mind *wow he has a family maybe I was wrong?*

Blood: flux u ok? U seem out there fam?

Flux: huh oh yeah im fine ur new born is adorable by the way

Aerie: see honey u was paranoid for no reason

Galaxia: so r we ready?

Flux: were ready

Blood: awesome *summons a portal walking through it*

Flux: *walks through* wow wat place is this blood?

Blood: heaven's personal meadow the garden of eden

Aerie: after u miss pie

Galaxia: oh no after u plz *smiles*

Aerie: thank u *walks through the portal* wow this place is so so peaceful?

Blood: thank u heaven's personal meadow

Flux: babe this is the garden of eden were in heaven

Aerie: heaven? *looks around realizing it is heaven* .........uuuuhh *jaw drops*

Galaxia: magical isn't it? *closes aerie mouth*

Sadira: *appeared in front of blood* my lord ur back everything ok?

Aerie: omg it's a actual angel *runs up to her poking her* oh my god she's real

Sadira: anywho my lord u have a meeting today with the universe gods

Flux: universe gods?

Aerie: can we join ur meeting ma'am

Sadira: *looks at blood* my lord?

Galaxia: u two r very interested for this meeting

Flux: im only interested how blood is god wait pinkie said she was the mother of god and satan babe maybe pinkie was right?

Blood: *whispers in Sadira ear walking away*

Aerie: blood? *looks at flux* ??

Galaxia: u two coming?

Flux: *looks at Sadira seeing she's not there* we should follow them

Aerie: this is so cool honey so amazing were in heaven

Flux: yes it's amazing very amazing

Blood: aerie can u help galaxia real quick she need help

Aerie: uh sure *walks over to galaxia* u needed me miss pie?

Blood: hey flux over here dude

Flux: *follows blood* everything ok blood?

Blood: yeah *sits on the edge of heaven* relax my friend

Flux: *sits looking down*

Blood: don't look down too long god says if somepony looks down of the edge of heaven they see their life happening before their soul

Flux: and wat is god blood u seem u know alot about them?

Blood: and why would i know about them im a killer flux

Flux: then why not kill me and aerie?

Blood: because my wife told me i need friends

Flux: *looks at galaxia* is she a killer too?

Blood: no she's from another realm she's a princess

Flux: i did notice that but how does a princess from another relam love a killer

Blood: story of my life

Flux: u'll have to tell me and aerie someday

Blood: ?? Uh yeah sure

Aerie: *sneaks up to flux quietly*

Galaxia: *tackles blood of the edge*

Flux: wat the? *turns getting tackled by aeries off the edge* ahhh

Blood: relax *hugs galaxia*

Galaxia: *hugs blood*

Aerie: *hugs flux* love u honey

Flux: love u too *hugs aerie*

*10 hours they been falling from heaven*

*Aerie and galaxia did a little air dance for blood and flux while blood held the baby colt*

Flux: *amazed by the air aerie and galaxia r doing* blood I'll say this ur wife is awesome at wat she does

Blood: ur gf is a sweet one I'll say that flux don't let her slip away

Flux: blood can u tell the future

Blood: not as good as my daughter glass

Flux: can me and aerie see her sometime?

Blood: i don't see why not just don't be surprised or mad of wat u hear

Flux: ??? Ok but question r u god?

Blood: im his vessel same with my brother for satan

Flux: i see can u live without god?

Blood: no im dead im alive because of god

Flux: i see

Aerie: *kisses flux* hello handsome

Galaxia: *hugs blood* how was were air dance my dead god *kisses blood*

Flux: *kisses aerie back* hello beautiful

Blood: I enjoyed it very much cutie love *lands on the surface with galaxia aerie and flux*

Flux: were back on the surface?

Aerie: wait we r wow ten hours falling cool

Glass: dad have u seen my husband and my child

Blood: ur uncle or ur aunt probably wanted them to visit hell glass

Glass: huh i think i remember death saying that

Flux: glass? So ur glass

Glass: *turns her head to flux* and who the fuck r u calling me glass

Flux: uh flux this is aerie

Aerie: hi u seem nice *smiles*

Glass: *looks at her mom and dad* where u get these two numbers

Galaxia: glass be nice these two were our double date

Aerie: numbers? *looks at flux*

Flux: *shruges*

Glass: ah i see but I'm going back in time for something dad I'll be back *summons a time rift*

Flux: ??? A rift in time wow

Glass: first timers i swear *walks in time rift*

Flux: how is that possible blood?

Blood: we rather u guys don't know too much about us just yet

Aerie: hmm? why not?

Flux: yeah why be so secretive?

Galaxia: love?

Blood: the pies r the reason that bitch celestia isn't here anymore but my big sister princess luna is the true princess now

Luna: *teleports behind blood*

Flux: *gulps* s-so luna is ur big sister huh

Aerie: ..... i-is she a nice big sister

Blood: she's behind me ask her urself

Luna: there to scared to ask me little bro but their about to be terrified

Aerie: wat does she mean by that blood?

Galaxia: yeah im curious

Flux: same here

Luna: *smiles ripping off bloods fake skin showing his shattered bone body* behold the freak of god

Blood: *decks luna knocking her out cold with busted open head* sorry that my big sister can be a prankster but she went too fair and again im sorry

Flux: that was a sick cold cock u gave her busted her head right open

Galaxia: huh!?! *shocked*

Aerie: say wat?

Blood: respect flux

Galaxia: hmm?

Aerie: flux wat r u saying he has no skin how r u alive blood?

Blood: aerie ur just in shock and fear just calm down

Aerie: *starts sweating then faints from her heart skipping rapidly* flux......

Flux: *catches aerie* aerie babe u ok? Blood wats happening???

Ambrosine: *appears coming to clam aerie soul* move aside flux

Flux: no shes not dead....is she?

Ambrosine: one of her heart vessel bursted she'll be dead soon unless u make a deal pretty boy mahahah

Flux: if it means keeping her safe and alive name ur price death

Ambrosine: *holds out her boney hoof laughing evily*

Flux: *grabs deaths hoof without hesitation getting teleported away to purgatory* huh?...... *looks around* aerie? blood? Galaxia? Aeire!?

Ambrosine: *appears* welcome to purgatory flux

Flux: is aerie alive??

Ambrosine: till next time flux

Flux: next.....time?

Ambrosine: yeah sugar without u in her life she'll probably kill herself

Flux: wat!?! U fuckin cheated me out of my own life!?

Ambrosine: hahahaha ur nowhere near dead flux ur in limbo

Flux: limbo?! Wait *grabs death by her cloak* take me back now this wasn't the deal

Ambrosine: wat was the deal? Hahah

Flux: *pushes death to the ground* start explaining skull face

Ambrosine: heheh ur so mean just like my wife hahah

Flux: explain!!!!

Ambrosine: fine the deal was u can't have kids ever but if u do have kids with aerie i will take them away as my own hahahah

Flux: *grips his hooves breaking down* just as long i get to be with aerie........

Ambrosine: good it's a deal then *knocks flux out cold with memory lost spell*

Aerie: flux? wake up flux!

Flux: *sits up* huh wat happened

Blood: hmmm *something is wrong flux god*

God: i sense it blood but flux memory of death isn't there interesting

Blood: flux wat do u remember?

Flux: i don't know it's all a bit hazy

Aerie: well ur back honey that's all that's counts *kisses flux deeply* i love u flux

Flux: i love u too babe

To be continued

Tag for @aerialaim @whirlwindflux

[minervas-wife]

TWD S3 EP1 LIVE THOUGHTS

prison arc my beloved

that's a funky lookin owl

😨😨 it's dinner

we r lookin rough

omg clearing the prison yard this is one of my favourite scenes

CAROL ALMOST GETTING RICK

the smile on his face 🧡🧡 my rickie dickie doo dah grimes 🧡🧡

love how proud everyone is of themselves

this is still one of my favourite carol and daryl scenes

'little shane' HA

oh god beth is singing again

sorry guys im skipping past this scene

i know they all probs love it cus they don't hear music anymore and emily kinney has a stunning voice but guys i can't

oh wait this one is kinda cute

ok i actually enjoyed this one

'no but its time to get the house in order' get his ass lori

'im doin stuff, thangs'

THATS MY GIRL 🧡🧡 MY CRAZY LADY WITH THE SWORD

beth and carl,,,, so cute

andrea wooooo

idk how i hated lori when i was younger shes such a good character

scott wilson was such a good actor

the prison gang is here too 🧡🧡