#strong themes of sausage

[blicketdabest33]

Y'all remember that MCYT PJO au I asked for help with awhile ago? WELL HERE'S THE CABINS AND MY EXPLINATIONS BEHIND THEM!!

#1 Zeus Cabin: Jimmy, Joel Jimmy: He's a Zeus kid, but everyone somehow forgets about it. Joel: He's competitive and strong. Also, because Jimmy is his half brother through godly parent, i get to make a fun bit about him dating Lizzie. And one of his origins in Afterlife SMP was a thunderborn

#2 Hera Cabin: Scott Scott: Scott's whole thing is loyalty. Hera is the goddess of marriage and is insanely loyal to Zeus. However, I feel like Hera should get at least one affair. So now Scott can use peacocks as weapons.

#3 Poseidon Cabin: Skizz Skizz: Poseidon kids tend to be really, really loyal to a fault and heroic, both qualities I think Skizz possesses.

#4 Demeter Cabin: Sausage, Shelby, Bdubs, Stress Sausage: This man built Sanctuary in a jungle and has flowers in his hair. He sells wood. There is no other place to put him. Shelby: Mushroom gnome, spooky mangrove witch, powerful storm witch, i need not continue. Bdubs: Moss man. Stress: SHE HAS FLOWERS

#5 Ares Cabin: Martyn, False Martyn: His planet is Mars, which is the roman version of Ares. He ended Limited Life in such a violent way, i can't help it. He was also red for the majority of Secret Life. False: I just feel like False should get to kill people more often.

#6 Athena Cabin: Grian, Pix, Owen, Xisuma Grian: This sums it up pretty well

Pix: Smart man. Archeologist and definitely a nerd. I wanna see him skipping out on training just so he can read history books. Owen: He likes to explore and discover new things in Pirates. In Rats, he's a tinkerer. In New Life, he's an explorer who wants to study hybrids. In Empires, he's a Llama who's curious about how humans work. Just a very curious character overall. Xisuma: Admin. I'm not elaborating.

#7 Apollo Cabin: Gem, Oli, Lyarrah Gem: She is an Apollo kid because of her Empire in S2. She's the sunlight princess. Apollo kid. Oli: MUSIC. MAN. Lyarrah: She writes the captions for the hermitcraft recap.

#8 Artemis Cabin: Pearl Pearl: Y'know, Artemis could've just like... had a kid, even though she took that oath. It wouldn't even have to be with a guy. Gods can change to whatever gender they want. Anyway, Pearl gets to be an Artemis kid because her symbolism is moon, she loves dogs, and will commit murder and hunt at night.

#9 Hephaestus Cabin: Doc, Mumbo, Tango, Impulse, Cub, Zedaph, Fwhip, Iskall Doc: Redstone Mumbo: Redstone Tango: Redstone Impulse: Redstone Cub: Redstone Zedaph: Redstone Fwhip: Redstone AND has a red scarf (don't ask me how that's relevant) Iskall: Redstone

#10 Aphrodite Cabin: Keralis Keralis: Okay, I don't know why, but Keralis gives me the vibes of a very charming person. His voice is nice to listen to, so imagine how useful it'd be if I gave him charm speak.

#11 Hermes Cabin: Scar, Etho, Joe Scar: Trader Scar, scammer extraordinar. Etho: All i must say is Shady-E's. I get "jack-of-all-trades, master of none, often better than master of one" vibes from him. He's funny, he's mischievous, it just works. Joe: Comedy man. Excellent delivery. And, yet again, i look at this man and go "That right there is a multi-talented man with a habit for mischief."

#12 Dionysus Cabin: Joey, Beef Joey: *points at his season one empires theme* i need not say more Beef: Idk, food. I don't really have a reason. I don't know too much about Beef.

#13 Hades Cabin: Zloy Zloy: Zombie man. He writes the Hermitcraft recaps in the dark at 2am with nothing but pure spite.

#14 Iris Cabin: Katherine Katherine: SHE. HAS. COLORS. and also I couldn't put her in Demeter cabin because Shelby is already there and i am NOT excluding Nature Wives from this au

#15 Hypnos Cabin: Bigb, XB, Wels Bigb: Sleepy stuff, right? WRONG. Gaslight. Go in everyones dreams, make fake prophecies, peace out, and cause chaos. XB: I look at his fanon design, I see an alien, and I go "aha he sleeps" Wels: This guy (@dingdinghq) said so and i completely agree. Something about sleeping in S6.

#16 Nemesis Cabin: Edit: wels not here no more

#17 Nike Cabin: Ren Ren: VICTORY. I don't know much about Ren's story in the Life Series, but I look at this man and see someone who has won a lot.

#18 Hebe Cabin: 

#19 Tyche Cabin: TFC TFC: Man goes mining and gets really lucky. That's it.

#20 Hecate Cabin: Lizzie, Cleo, Jevin Lizzie: Witchy vibes. Also, Arson. Cleo: Arson. She uses her magic for Arson. Jevin: He's a magic slime. Also, Arson. All Hecate kids love Arson.

[bewitchedme-body-and-soul]

logan relationship alphabet

warnings: not edited, canon typical violence, cursing, mentions of nsfw subjects, mentions of breeding, mentions of scent kink, if there’s more feel free to let me know

due to 18+ themes minors please do not interact

a/n: ty to @humanalien01 for dealing with my rambles about him and helping me make decisions

A = Arguments(How often do you two argue? Who apologizes first? How do they make up? etc)

not very often do the two of you fight, but when you do, it’s definitely bad. He can be very stubborn and headstrong and a royal pain in the ass.

he apologizes first usually he can’t handle knowing you’re mad at him

he’d probably bring you a gift, something you love but not very expensive to make it up to you

B = Bedtime Routine(Do they prefer to be the big spoon or little spoon? Favourite sleeping position? etc)

he feels like he’s either a big spoon or you’re laying on top of him (pretty boy has anxiety so you’re like a weighted blanket for him), but definitely skin on skin contact in some way

C = Cook(Do they cook? Can they cook? What type of food do they like to cook for their partner?)

he’s not a great cook but he’s not the worst, don’t expect really fancy dishes, but he will make you breakfast often, typically eggs and bacon or sausage

D = DIY(Do they like to make gifts for their partner? Are they good at general DIY around the house? Do they enjoy doing it? )

he absolutely does, definitely the type to carve you little wooden figures & nicknacks. he’ll ask kitty or rouge for help if he thinks it needs painting but he tries his best to do it all by himself. he’s big on “it’s the thought that counts”

E = Effort(How much effort do they put into their relationship?)

he puts as much effort as he can muster, he’s so thankful for you and doesn’t want to do anything to make you hate him

F = First Date(Where do you go on your first date? How does it go etc?)

i see him as being someone who wants to spend the first date getting to know you, he probably also asks one of the female xmen (most likely rouge) on ideas especially more modern ideas, most likely sets up a picnic & sets up pillows and blankets in the back of his pick-up

G = Gifts(What kind of gifts do they gift their partner? What kind of gifts do they receive? etc)

probably gifts you simple but meaningful things, eventually he gifts you his dog tags

he’d love anything and everything you’d gift him, he’s so in love with you, you could gift him a rock that you thought was pretty and he be grateful

H = Honeymoon(Where do they go on Honeymoon? Details on the honeymoon etc.)

if you don’t have a dream do it, he’d most likely suggest a cabin in the canadian mountains with no-one around to bother the two of you, he just wants to spend time with you and bask in your presence

I = Intimacy(What do like they like? Where do they like to be intimate? Are they experienced etc?)

he’s over 200 years old, he definitely has experience. but intimacy is still hard for him, it takes time but he loves the slow and quiet moments with you, where it’s just the two of you cuddled up

J = Jealously(How jealous are they? How often do they get jealous? How they react? etc)

usually no, but sometimes he will, but it will take a lot to get him there but once he does he’ll pull you close and stare the other person down until they leave. it’s worse if they were making you uncomfortable, then he’d throw hands

K = Kink(Do they have any particular kinks?)

he definitely has a breeding kink, but he’s scared to actually get you pregnant because he doesn’t believe he’d be a good father

it’s canon and widely known that he has a strong sense of smell, there for he probably has at least a small scent kink, he loves the way you smell and especially when you smell like him so he makes a point for you to always smell like him

L = Long Distance(How do they cope with Long Distance? How they prefer to keep in contact? etc)

he’d hate it but if it was necessary he’d suffer through it. he’d be sure to text, call, and face-time as often as possible and ask about your day, he’d want to hear every detail

M = Marriage(Do they want to get married? Their wedding etc.)

he didn’t want to get married for a long time, until he met you and then shortly there after he changed his mind, and couldn’t wait to marry you

his wedding would be at the manor, charles would be officiant, if you’re alright with it i can see him asking other x-men to be in the wedding as well. like hank as his best man, rouge as the flower girl, & kurt as ring barer. he’d probably also want to invite his students, after-all the x-men and the rest of those at the institute are his family

N = Night’s Out(Where do they take their partner on nights out? How often do nights out happen?)

probably takes you to bars or restaurants, and occasionally accompanied by a movie

as often as he can swing, he believes you should treat your partner to dates as often as possible, because you shouldn’t stop wooing them just because you are in a relationship

O = Often(How often do you see each other? How many times a week? etc)

he makes a point to see you as often as he can, multiple times a week, if you’re an x men or teach at the school he’d ask for you both to share a room (if you were okay with it as well obviously)

if you weren’t an x-men or teacher, he would probably leave and see you after classes unless he had a mission, then he’d give you a call and tell you how much he loved you, just in case he couldn’t come back to you

P = Public Displays of Affection(Do they like PDA? Do they have boundaries etc.)

he’s okay with pda but he’s not one that he’ll full on make out with you in public, he’ll hold your hand, have his arm around your shoulders or waist, and give you kisses, but that’s about the extent of the pda.

Q = Quiet(Why do they get quiet? How does their partner solve it?)

he gets quiet when he gets in his head, which is usually after nightmares, or someone made a comment about how he’s undeserving of you.

some simple reassurance & snuggles solves this, tell him how much you love him, and how safe you feel around him.

R = Reunion(How they like to reunite with their partner?)

he’ll hold you tight and press a kiss to the crown of your head when he first sees you, he’ll then shove his face in your neck and inhale deeply. as i said before he loves your scent and while he was away he found himself missing it

S = Surprise(Do they like surprises? What kind of surprises do they like to get etc?)

he hates surprises..usually, he hates the waiting, now that being said he’s okay if they’re from you, because he trusts you with his entire mind, body and soul

if you text him or tell him you have a surprise for him, it’s an almost guarantee that he’ll make a dirty joke about it, he’d probably ask what color the lingerie set was that you’re gonna wear (good luck walking tomorrow if that actually was the surprise)

T = Texts(How often do they text? How do they react when they receive texts from their partner?)

he is absolutely god awful at texting. except with you. he’ll leave almost everyone on ‘read’ or ‘delivered’ never you though, he always responds as fast as he can. so when you hear everyone complain about him never answering you can’t help but giggle because you don’t have to deal with that

U = Unity(How well do they work with their partner? Do they make a good team?)

i feel like you’d work well, he’d be sure to always check in and protect you

V = Vacation(Favourite vacation spot to take their partner?)

again, canadian mountains, this man’s ideal vacation is just the two of you, away from everyone and everything unbothered

W = When(At what point do they move into together? What kind of place? etc)

if you’re a teacher at the institute or x-men & live in the mansion, i can see it being a few months in maybe like 6

if you aren’t either of those, it maybe closer to a year, it’ll probably start out with an apartment but eventually he wants to get a cabin for the two of you (and any kids you may have)

X = X-ray(What is their favourite body part on their partner?)

i definitely think he’s an ass/thighs man, but also a tummy kinda guy, he loves being able to grab you

Y = you(A random headcanon about your relationship.)

he’s so gentle with you for someone labeled as an “animal” and a “killing machine”

Z =Zoom(Zoom into the future, what does your future look like?)

the two of you, in a cabin somewhere in the woods (most likely canadian mountains), unbothered, he’s mostly retired from x-men duties (he’d still go on missions if they needed him contrary to what he says), occasionally someone from the team will visit, maybe some animals and a garden (he wants to go into town as little as possible).

maybe even a few kids if that’s what you wanted, as many as you wanted, and if they eventually showed signs of developing mutations he’ll be sure to assure them that there’s nothing wrong with them no matter what anyone may say. hell teach them to control their power, and if it’s too much for just him he’ll ask xavier for help. he’d also be sure too teach them that they should use their gifts to help people & never cause unnecessary harm

[a-dinosaur-a-day]

Opinions on Carnotaurus, they've always been one of my favorite dinosaurs and its very funny seeing people deny feathers on dinosaurs from the perspect of having the one dinosaur where most evidence (as far as i know, might need to catch up on some reading) points to no feathers. Its a real spiders georg situation

like carnotaurus has amazing skin impressions and no signs of feathers, which is fine! We know lots of dinosaurs probably lost their feathers at big sizes! but we still don't really know that a scaley fossil indicates no feathers. We need more taphonomic data on that, and such studies are hard to come by.

Anyways, feathers, no feathers, whatever. The most interesting thing about Carnotaurus is that its a sosig (sausage).

(by Andrey Atuchin, CC BY SA 4.0)

Abelisaurs were cursorial acrobats. They could turn on a dime and their long, ovular bodies helped with that, as well as their muscular legs and tail. Their heads were attached to strong necks, so they could just attack prey with their mouths while moving fast.

This was important, because most Abelisaurs in the late cretaceous were the top predators of their ecosystems, and what lived in their ecosystems?

Giant fucking titanosaurs

So being able to turn and move quickly gave these guys a leg up on the slower-moving giant bird giraffe-elephants around them

they didn't need their arms for hunting or movement anymore, so that's why they're so small - muscles in the neck region of dinosaurs tend to occupy a similar space as the muscles in the arm region, so more of one leads to a loss in the other. Strong neck for strong bites = weaker arms.

That said, what's weird is that they have a fully 360 degree rotational arms, which is not actually common, so it doesn't seem like something arms that aren't being used would have. Perhaps these tiny little nubbins were used for display - with bright colors or the like - and rotated around in the socket. Dinosaurs are very much Display oriented animals, as we see in living birds and the variety of display structures in extinct forms. this may just be the weirdest take on that theme!

Plus, the horns are Spiffy

[hmshermitcraft]

!For theme!

Look Gem doesn’t have a crush on False damnit! She’s the heir to the grimmlands throne and the most accomplished mage of her kingdoms vast history. She is above silly little crushes!…Which her face utterly betrays when she sees False walk in covered in the blood of her enemies dragging a boar behind her to cook later for the Royal feast Gem was attending with her brothers. And said brothers Fwhip and Sausage are just content to see where this goes before Gem starts writing confession letters.

Rando anon

She is, at least, relieved False didn't get any of that blood on the carpets. The castle is built so the stones can be washed down easily into small drains. Another reason for Gem to love her - strong, fierce and courteous.

Gem just wishes she had a way of knowing if False was interested. In Gem's position, she can't take risks. Not like an ordinary civilian, especially not with dating. Not that it's a crush, either, of course, because Gem doesn't do that.

Oh, who is she kidding? She's down bad and has no idea what to do about it. This sucks. Is wanting False to bench press her truly too much to ask?

[voraciousvore]

Giganterra (Chapter 32)

Prologue/ TOC | Previous (31) | Next (33)

Content Warning: NSFW/ 18+! Strong sexual themes, violence, fatality, blood/ gore, unwilling mouthplay/ soft vore, vulgar language

Word Count: 3.2k

------ Chapter 32: A Second Chance ------

Eren drowned in devastation as she was transferred back to the kitchen. While she had narrowly escaped death, her dreams had been dashed to splinters, and her delusions of slaying a giant swept away in one fell swoop. Defeated, she slumped against the untouched duck carcass, not bothering to clean the orange paste off her limbs or remove the needle from her arm. What was the point? 

What was she even good for? She supposed she could prick Chef Gore’s finger, or whoever was unlucky enough to pick her up next. If he dropped her, and she somehow survived the fall, she might be able to escape. Although, she doubted she would be so fortunate. More likely, she’d end up as a splat in a giant’s palm or under his shoe for enraging him. 

The giant server slapped the plate on the counter and left. Bucky accosted him on the way out. “Hang on, whose plate is this? Did they request a different meal?” 

“No. Prince Ronny was too ill to eat apparently.” The server, not wishing to engage in further conversation, sidestepped the big chef and exited. 

“Ha! Serves that little bastard right!” Bucky proclaimed. He prowled over to the uneaten dinner, his beady eyes sparkling as he loomed over Eren. “Oh, would you look at that?” He seized his victim by her hair and dragged her off the plate, raising her hundreds of feet into the air. Eren squealed in pain, reflexively gripping her head. She forgot to hide the needle, but propitiously her arm was caked with sweet potato so Bucky couldn’t see it. 

“It would be such a waste, to throw such a tasty morsel back to the dogs,” the fat giant jeered. “Let’s have some fun!”  

Eren’s eyes welled up with tears. Not only did she feel small, defeated, exhausted, and full of agony, but she was also utterly helpless. Her weapon seemed insignificant in the face of such tremendous bulk. She could impale the massive giant directly in the chest and the metal tip wouldn’t even be enough to puncture through the subcutaneous fat layer. She had no clue what Bucky had planned for her, but she was terrified beyond her rational faculties. 

Bucky’s mind wasn’t focused on Eren, however. He spied Chef Gore on the other side of the kitchen, washing a precarious stack of dirty dishes. He lumbered over, so fixated on his prey that he tripped over Chef Cruor, who was putting the finishing touches on the desserts. Cruor cursed as Bucky’s shoe stomped on his heel. 

“Watch it!” Bucky barked. Eren cried out as she was swung violently, the force tearing at her scalp. 

“Watch yourself, you clumsy oaf!” Cruor snapped back. He frowned at the dollop of whipped cream on a slice of pie that was deformed from the disruption. He flicked away the imperfection and started over. 

Bucky grasped the chef’s bony shoulder with his sausage fingers. “Cruor. Make sure those desserts go out on schedule. I’m going to be busy with something else.” He stared at Gore’s backside like a lioness stares at a wildebeest.  

“Yeah, whatever,” Cruor groused, rolling his eyes when he saw the object of Bucky’s gaze. He turned back to the pies, meticulously dabbing each slice with swirls of cream for decorative appeal. Eren whined as Bucky stalked up to Chef Gore from behind. He slapped the redhead hard on the shoulder, hanging an arm like a side of beef around his neck with Eren pinched in his fingers. 

“Gore!” Bucky roared in his ear. Gore dropped a plate, startled, and shattered it in the tub of water. 

“Goddammit Bucky! Why do you always have to do that?!” Gore huffed. 

“Aw, c’mon baby, don’t be that way,” Bucky teased in a sultry tone, groping the other giant’s plump rear with his free hand. “How about we have some fun?” 

“R-right now?” Gore stammered, suddenly flustered. “I’m in the middle of washing dishes…” 

“Those can wait,” Bucky replied salaciously. “I want you now…” 

“Ugh.” Gore dried off his hands on his apron. “Fine. Let’s get this over with,” he muttered gruffly, all while blushing furiously. Eren, bobbing on Gore’s beefy pec as he spoke, listened to the conversation with abject horror as she slowly realized just what Bucky meant by “fun.” 

“No… you can’t possibly…” she choked. Bucky ignored her, playing with her in his humongous fingers as he guided Gore to the storage closet, whispering flirtatious comments in his ear. Revulsion crawled up Eren’s throat with rising panic. Being eaten was terrible enough, but to be used as a sex toy for two giant men? She couldn’t handle that wretched thought. Not only did the very concept incite a strong physical disgust within her, as she envisioned the horrific possibilities, but the act sounded extremely dangerous. She feared she’d be crushed in the heat of their passion.  

Bucky pushed Gore roughly into the closet, stepped in, and shut the door behind them, enveloping them all in darkness. He slammed Gore against the wall and pinned him there with his hulking mass. He traced a track along his barrel chest with his tree trunk of a finger in a crude attempt at seduction. He held Eren, trembling and writhing, in front of Gore’s round face. 

“See this human, Gore? I’m going to pile-drive her so far up your ass, you’ll be able to taste her! She’ll be stuck in there forever!” He guffawed raucously. Gore tittered and fidgeted sheepishly, aroused by the suggestion. Eren balked with the upmost repulsion. 

“You can’t do that to me! That’s revolting!” she screamed shrilly in protest. “Unhand me, you foul beast of a man!” She bit his fingers, but the skin of his roughened hands was too durable for her to puncture with her teeth.  

Bucky grinned at her, showing off a full set of uneven yellow teeth. Ignoring her squeaky voice, which dripped with vicious invectives, he opened his maw and placed her between his front rows of incisors. He bit down, not hard enough to break her, but with sufficient force to hold her thrashing form in place. He winked at Gore. “Care to share?” 

Before Eren could grasp what was happening, she found herself smashed between two sets of giant lips. She was sucked into a sopping wet giant mouth before another massive tongue forced its way in and wrestled her into a wall of teeth. She yelled and grappled with the tongue with all her might to pull away from its suffocating embrace, but the other tongue beneath her reared up and shoved her forward. She was slurped over the slippery slide of meat, back into the other mouth. 

Eren was swapped between the two mouths several times, caught in a sloppy, steamy kissing session that seemed to last an eternity. The sweet potato dissolved off her body as the suction pulled on her from all sides in an oppressive, soggy, smelly mess. She kept her arm with the needle tucked to her chest, praying that the two giant men wouldn’t notice her weapon—or that she wouldn’t accidentally impale herself. Her natural impulse, with her spirited nature, was to fight back, but she realized this was her chance. If she couldn’t kill one of the royals, she could at least slaughter one of the chefs—both of whom she hated with a fiery passion. 

Eren bided her time for the right opportunity, as she was soaked by intertwining lips and tongues and scraped by the hard, dense barricades of bone. She only had one opportunity and she didn’t dare to waste it. The two men escalated the aggression of their lovemaking, tossing her all over inside the twin orifices of hot, wet flesh until she was highly disoriented. She was flung backwards as Bucky dug his tongue deeper into Gore’s mouth. Eren, sitting on the base of Gore’s tongue, perceived that she needed to act, before she lost control of the situation. She gazed with trepidation back into the looming gullet, into the dark, deep, twitching tunnel of the throat.  

She unsheathed her needle, heart palpitating in a frenzied dance. It was now or never. With nerves of steel, she dove into the fleshy passage headfirst, heedless of the danger. Using every ounce of her strength, before the muscular constriction would hamper her arms, she raised the needle and jabbed it into the barrier of meat where she could see a pulse. She was rewarded with a burst of hot blood that splattered her face and upper body, and continued to gush out in steady squirts in rhythm with the giant’s heartbeat. A deafening bellow resounded through the cavity and the throat violently crushed around her, followed by horrific spasms of choking. Eren clung to the needle with all her might as the giant retched, refusing to be expelled so easily. The contractions dragged her upwards, and the needle cut through the flesh with her ascension, widening the critical injury. 

She had done it: She had pierced his jugular. Gore jerked away from Bucky, coughing and choking as he strained to clear his airway. He stumbled into the shelves and broke them under his immense weight, knocking potatoes, turnips, and other vegetables all over the floor. His hands clawed at his neck in a frantic attempt to pull out the needle, but his frenetic motions only stabbed and sliced his fingers and caused an eruption of additional pain in his throat. The tip of the needle was too small for him to grasp with his giant fat fingers. He doubled over, convulsing for breath as he suffocated on his own blood. 

“Gore? What the hell?” Bucky stared at him, baffled. He ran his tongue over his teeth and recognized the coppery tang of blood. “What happened?” With Gore clawing at his neck, Bucky couldn’t see the sharp point sticking out of his skin. A bloom of warm blood poured down and soaked into his white chef’s uniform. “Gore!” 

Gore gagged again, head just above the floor, and finally managed to heave up Eren. She landed with a splat on the floor, saturated with saliva and blood. Despite the shock, Eren jumped to her feet and dashed away with all the momentum of the adrenaline pumping through her veins. Bucky spotted her and realized she must’ve been responsible for Gore’s current state. 

“GET BACK HERE, YOU LITTLE PEST!” he thundered at the top of his lungs. He stomped forward, prepared to snatch her up, but tripped over a potato. He fell down and slammed against the door with a colossal crash, sliding down and thumping his knees against the floor with a seismic wave. Eren was knocked over but managed to crawl through the gap under the door, narrowly out of reach of Bucky’s groping fingers. 

Chef Cruor, working in the kitchen, heard thumping and yelling coming from the closet. He rolled his eyes, with the knowledge of what sort of things went on between Bucky and Gore behind closed doors, and turned away so he wouldn’t have to listen, shaking his head. He failed to observe the tiny scarlet-stained creature racing across the open floor with reckless speed, leaving a trail of puny crimson footprints in her wake. Her lungs and heart were bursting against her ribs, but she forced herself to dash with desperate haste. The blood wore off the soles of her feet with every step, until the trail stopped in the middle of the floor. 

Cursing and shouting, Bucky hauled his enormous body clumsily off the floor. As furious as he was, he thought to check on Gore first. Gore was sprawled out, twitching, spitting, and gargling blood, still alive but fading fast. 

“Fuck!” Bucky muttered. He ripped out the door and screamed, “Cruor! Get some healing potion from the basement! NOW!” Cruor cocked a brow with surprise but hastened away. Bucky stomped through the kitchen, scouring the floor for the wretched human. He spied the bloody footprints and followed them until they faded on the tiles into nothing. He raged around the kitchen like a tempest, kicking things out of his way and sweeping pots and pats off the counters with a dreadful cacophony of rattling metal. 

“I’ll catch you, ya little bitch!” he threatened. “And when I find you, I’ll make you regret your pathetic existence!” Eren trembled in her hiding place, underneath one of the cupboards. As elated as she was by her stunning victory, she feared what would happen if Bucky got his hands on her. She couldn’t stay in the same spot interminably: She’d be discovered. She needed to either find a better hiding spot, or escape. The latter option seemed like the best choice, since she was close to the exit door. When Bucky turned away, thudding on his bruised knees to check the floor, Eren scurried out into the open and darted under the door. 

She found herself in a long corridor that seemed to stretch into infinity with her miniscule size. She didn’t know where to go, but she ran anyway, as fast as her feet would carry her. She hugged the stone walls, hoping that no giants would traverse the passage and find her. To her dismay, she felt the rumble of gargantuan footsteps approaching from afar. She ducked under a rug, praying the small lump would go unnoticed and that she wouldn’t be unwittingly stepped on. 

A door opened at the end of the hall and the footsteps boomed closer. As long as she didn’t move, she wouldn’t be seen—at least, that’s what she assured herself. The footsteps halted, along with her heart, mere feet away from her. Eren held her breath. Every second that ticked by drew out like an eternity. 

The giant crouched down slowly, deliberately. Eren could just make out, from her fold in the rug, his gigantic knee touching down uncomfortably close. She felt like she would pass out from terror. Who was it? Did he know? She heard a clunk from his hand settling on the stones, and then a sound like snuffling. She realized she was done for. Of all the giants she could run into, it had to be Chester! She wasn’t sure whether to run or hide, but whatever decision she made, she couldn’t bring her legs to move. She was stuck in place, like an insect preserved in amber.  

All at once, the rug flew away from her as Chester lifted it. His eyes gleamed as he captured his prey easily in a massive hand. Eren shrieked with fear. Her body felt as limp and weak as a ragdoll as she recognized how powerless she was in his enclosed fist. She rocketed high up into the air, leaving her stomach behind as the world dropped away below her. He sniffed her closely, licking his chops hungrily. His expression changed to a more serious one as he examined her, the voracious impulse dwindling. 

“Giant blood,” he uttered in his booming voice. He sampled the scent again. Eren felt the breeze around her suck into his large nose like a wind tunnel. “Not just any blood. Chef Gore’s. What did you do, little human?” Eren was too frightened to answer.  

“I wasn’t going to say anything, you know, when they took that plate away. As long as you weren’t a threat to the royal family.” He shrugged. “Oh well. Back to the kitchen with you.” He began to stride forward, the vibrations of his strides shaking Eren down to her bones. 

“N-n-n-no!” she cried. Her sharp, angry edge evaporated as she was reduced to the state of a helpless child, pleading for her life. “Please let me go! Bucky will kill me!” 

“No, he won’t,” Chester assured her. “You belong to the king. Bucky can’t do anything to harm a single hair on that little head of yours, or else he’ll have to answer to King Richard.” He sauntered into the kitchen, where Bucky was emptying the cabinets all over the floor with rabid energy. 

“Did you lose something, Bucky?” Chester asked calmly, holding up Eren so she was clearly displayed. Bucky scowled with fury. His face was more sanguine than usual, sweaty, with a pulsing vein popping out of his forehead. 

“That devious little shit! I’ll tear her to pieces!” he snarled, frothing from his jowls. 

“You will do no such thing,” Chester warned sternly. “She’s still the property of the king.” 

“But... but...” Bucky struggled to form a coherent argument through his anger. “She slit Gore’s throat!” 

“Oh, is that so?” Chester quirked a brow. “And just what were you two doing, that allowed her to cut into his neck?” 

Bucky went quiet. He’d be in huge trouble if the king found out he was borrowing his precious human stock for his own personal gratification. Chester smirked. “Yup. I thought so. I suggest we just clean her off, put her back, and pretend that none of this ever happened, yeah?” Bucky stood stiffly, his hands balled into thick fists like sledgehammers, fuming. Chester strolled past him to the washtub with the dishes and cleaned the blood off Eren, disregarding her supplications. 

Cruor returned with the healing potion, but it was too late. Gore was dead, asphyxiated by his own blood. Bucky demanded that Cruor drag the body out of the kitchen through the backdoor to the delivery area for the food supplies. Cruor grumbled but did as he was told and loaded the body into a carriage. Bucky bullied one of the lower-level kitchen workers into doing the dirty work of burying the body, so the king would not learn of their transgressions. Cruor returned to the kitchen to clean up the mess in the food closet. He sopped up the blood, replaced the shelves, and tossed out the contaminated vegetables sullenly. He’d never been a fan of Gore, but he still found the scene to be incredibly disturbing, to imagine such a wee human could deliver so much damage. 

Chester dried Eren off and returned her to her tank, still unruffled by the whole affair. He stiffened, however, when he caught Jackie’s eye. She was staring lasers clean through him with white-hot intensity. The look of accusatory betrayal she had stopped Chester in his tracks. He parted his lips slightly, an apology rolling toward the tip of his tongue, but then closed his mouth with a frown. What was he supposed to say to her? That he was sorry? That he was just doing his job? That he only cared about her, not other humans? That other humans were nothing to him except food? 

He sucked on his cheek in contemplation. He was coming to the kitchen originally in the hopes of spending more time with her, and maybe even eating her as a delicious snack... but he didn’t want to face her when she was so angry with him. He slumped his shoulders. He decided to give her some time to cool off. Perhaps she’d forgive him, with enough time to allow heated feelings to dissipate. 

He turned around and walked out, hanging his head. Bucky, still seething, yelled after him spitefully, “I’m going to expect that whole horde of treasure you stole for payment next time, Chester!” 

Chapter 33

Tag List: @yummynomms @tinycoded360

[grey-gazania]

I'm sorry someone bombarded you with bitchy comments 😭. While my To Read list is lengthy and continually lengthier (actually I think something of yours with her is on it), I'd like to hear more about Ianneth-Fingon-Maedhros if you want to talk about them.

@polutrope

It wasn't really upsetting, just annoying and honestly a little bit funny. This guy left comments on all six chapters of By Love or at Least Free Will, every time I updated the story, just objecting to the entire premise of the story and ranting about how Elves have incorruptible pure souls and are immune to lust. I was sorely tempted to respond with this quote from "Laws & Customs Among the Eldar":

Even when in after days, as the histories reveal, many of the Eldar in Middle-earth became corrupted, and their hearts darkened by the shadow that lies upon Arda, seldom is any tale told of deeds of lust among them.

'Seldom' is not the same thing as 'never', and furthermore, I don't think lust is even a major theme of my story. It's more about conflicting obligations and unruly hearts.

In the end I deleted the comments without responding, because I have a personal policy of not engaging with people who are acting in bad faith. But I have to assume that this guy has no actual hobbies if he spends his time hate-reading entire stories instead of just...closing the window and moving on with his life. Maybe take up crochet, bro? Or volunteer at a soup kitchen? Watch a TV show that you like? Grow some tomatoes? Do something that will be more fulfilling than typing long screeds on AO3. I promise it will make you a happier person.

Anyway. On to the actual topic of your ask! As you've probably noticed, I am very fond of Russingon. However, I am also very fond of Fingon as Gil-galad's father. At first I balanced these two ideas by keeping my Russingon ideas and my Fingon-father-of-Gil-galad ideas in two separate universes, but then I started really fleshing out Gil-galad's mother, and it made me think some thoughts. To repeat something I said to @cuarthol in a comment on AO3:

...half the genesis of Ianneth was seeing so many stories (in multiple fandoms, not just Tolkien) where the woman is written out of a canon or semi-canon couple to make room for a popular M/M ship instead, without the female character being treated with any respect. I decided that the female perspective on that situation would be a nice change of pace and interesting to write.

I'm not trying to point fingers -- I'll readily admit that I have my male faves just like the next gal and that it's fun to make them kiss -- but the wives and girlfriends don't get a lot of love in fandom, do they? And it doesn't help that the legendarium in general tends to be a bit of a sausage fest. So I decided that Fingon would have a wife and be in love with Maedhros. But instead of focusing just on the forbidden love, I was going to focus on the wife's feelings, too.

Ianneth ("bridge-woman") is one of the Northern Sindar, from the community that lives around Lake Mithrim. She's the daughter of Annael (yes, that Annael), whom I've imagined to be one of the more influential leaders among the Northern Sindar, and particularly among the Elves of Mithrim.

Her betrothal to Fingon starts as a political arrangement. Fingolfin loves Fingon dearly, of course, but he's also been hinting for a while now that Fingon really needs to settle down and start having kids so that there will be a strong line of heirs should Fingolfin die. After all, Argon's dead, and Turgon and Aredhel abruptly fucked off to god-knows-where some three hundred years ago and haven't been seen nor heard from since. Your dad needs some grandsons, Fingon, and this also seems like a ripe opportunity to strengthen the Noldor's alliance with the Northern Sindar.

I don't think political marriage is unknown among the Elves of Beleriand. (For one example in the text, see Celegorm trying to marry Luthien to force Doriath into an alliance.) And the quote I drew the title of the aforementioned Fingon/Ianneth story from, also found in "Laws and Customs Among the Eldar," is:

The Eldar wedded only once in life, and for love or at the least by free will upon either part.

Free will could easily mean, "Are we in love? No. But I'll still marry you, for the good of our peoples, and I'll bring some of Dad's soldiers along with me." That sort of thing happened all the time among real-world nobility, so I see no reason why it can't happen among Elven nobility in Beleriand, too.

At any rate, Fingolfin arranges for Fingon to meet the daughters of some of the more powerful leaders of the Northern Sindar, and he's hint-hint-hinting that Fingon really needs to pick one of them to be his wife. Fingon, having been in love with Maedhros since they were young in Valinor, is not exactly keen on this plan. But he goes along with it anyway because he is a dutiful son, he knows that his father is right about needing to strengthen the line of succession, and he also knows that revealing his (quite taboo!) relationship with Maedhros to his father would probably break Fingolfin's heart.

It takes Fingon a while to decide who to court, but he picks Ianneth because he likes her sense of humor; she has the guts to gently tease him at their first meeting, which he finds quite charming. He doesn't think he can love anyone besides Maedhros, but he does look at Ianneth and think, "This is a woman I could grow to care for and whose companionship I think could enjoy."

The trouble begins when, over the course of their courtship, Fingon starts falling in love with Ianneth without falling out of love with Maedhros. And he doesn't know what to do about this. He can't call off the marriage, and he doesn't want to break things off with Maedhros, so he decides to just...keep the whole thing with Maedhros a secret and marry Ianneth anyway. It's not a good decision, but really, are there any options here that won't end with someone getting hurt? I don't think so.

So we have Ianneth, blissfully ignorant of her husband's infidelity (for now); Fingon, in love with two people at once and feeling horribly guilty about it, but unwilling to pick one partner over the other; and Maedhros, resigned to the situation but still hurting because Fingon is no longer his alone.

Maedhros' feelings are complicated by the fact that, once he meets her, he finds that likes Ianneth. It would be easier, he thinks, if he could write her off as just a political necessity for Fingon, but it turns out that she's charming and intelligent and kind, and he can understand why Fingon loves her. His feelings soften further once Ereiniel is born, because Fingon is so happy being a father, and he loves Fingon, so how can he begrudge him that? There's a line from "Famous Blue Raincoat" by Leonard Cohen that I always think of when I'm getting into Maedhros' head at this point:

And thanks for the trouble you took from [his] eyes. I thought it was there for good, so I never tried.

Things tick along about as smoothly as they can for thirteen years, until, in the aftermath of Fingolfin's death during the Dagor Bragollach, as Fingon prepares to send Ianneth and Ereiniel to the Falas for their safety, Ianneth learns his secret. This is understandably devastating for her, and leaves her wondering if Fingon ever really loved her as she loved him, or if his marriage to her was simply a politically expedient sham.

Add to that the fact that she leaves for the Falas less than ten hours after this revelation and spends most of that ten hours either crying or asleep, as she's too upset to really talk to Fingon about what she's discovered, and it leaves her with this horrible knowledge and all the worst thoughts that come from it gnawing at her nearly a full year until Fingon next comes to Eglarest -- time that she spends as the sole caregiver for her young daughter, among strangers in a foreign city, without her mother or her sister or any of her friends who might have theoretically been able to offer her some emotional support.

Theoretically is a key word there, though, because even if, say, her sister had come to Eglarest, Ianneth isn't sure she'd even be able to tell her. For one thing, she can't help feeling ashamed, because infidelity is very rare among Elves, and she can't help thinking that maybe she failed as a wife somehow, and if she'd done something different, Fingon wouldn't have strayed. Then there's the fact that he's the High King of the Noldor, and if this gets out it could cause a crisis in the Noldorin government and possibly tank the alliance between the House of Fingolfin and the Northern Sindar. Ianneth is a practical woman, and she's of the Northern Sindar -- the people who have been living practically on Morgoth's doorstep for centuries, with no Maia queen's magic girdle to protect them. Their alliance with the Noldor is vital, and she would never want to jeopardize it.

So Ianneth is just...completely alone with this pain. She has no one to turn to, no one who can comfort her. And that pain is central to her story, and a not insignificant part of Ereiniel's story, too.

[dimalink]

Planet UFO – magnetic fields and radio waves

At last a game about UFO sausage itself. By the way, you are flying at the planet, where these UFO are living. Planet is fantastic. Surface of the planet is pink and green. And it is creating an objects. With a form of spheres, squares and rectangles. It is something like trees or mountains. But, it is something another, its own.

There is a very strong magnetic field at this planet, And strong radio waves. They make a their own structures. Whole oceans. And events at this fantastic planet. It is something like Solaris. Planet ocean. But another way. Magnetic field is very strong here, and it is like some force of nature at this planet and it forms a whole islands, for example. Out of radio waves. And radio waves – can make a whole ocean. Such a fantastic ideas. Of a strange planet. The planet, where UFO sausage is living.

Game itself it is a pseudo three dimensional flight at the UFO sausage. With CGA style colors. About 4 colors. You can turn left and right. To avoid objects. Circles and squares. They are with black color. Background of surface is moving with different speed. More speed higher for background- more intense it has a magnetic field, It is the idea.

Magnetic field can be 1.8 – it is small magnetic field, slow move. And it can be big strong field. It is 0.3 parameter of background. Background moves with most big speed in this game.

And you are flying and avoiding obstacles. This is the idea. To flight a certain distance. As in a learning book about math class. From point A to point B.

Distance is at the right part of the screen. And a the left - it is your energy. Levels are described with a fantastic conditions. Parameters of field, distance. In such fantastiс terms. And even there is – standalone theme of game – it is map of the planet. Pink planet. With white lines. Intense of field. Radio waves. Don’t forget, that there is no else thing at this planet. Two powers are active here, and they form everything. It is radio waves and magnetic field. They are, of course, not like a the planet Earth. And some fantastic.

There are descriptions for these regions of the planet. Total 42 regions. It is 42 episodes. They have 1 or several levels. Maximum it is 4 levels for a region. For more interest they are separated for 8 zones. Zone s are goes about higher and higher intense of magnetic field. You select region. And next - to read description of a region you select. Number of levels. And length of them. And something else. Power of the field.

Game is a retro science fiction theme. Strange, maybe. Regions – there are lots of them. It is a big planet giant. It is rotation somewhere in a depth of space. And from those space, UFO sausages are flying.

Game has some feature. It is main menu. You make a selection of game mode. F1 – normal mode. F2 – extended mode. Mainly, it is similar. But, simply, in extended mode, it is drawn square of a UFO sausage, hitbox, and two lines along the screen. For easier navigation. Just like you inside of UFO turn on some options. And something to indicate at the screen, as additional information.

Videogame, it is fourth, in a game plan TRIA. Final. In this plan. And as I finish it, I will start to prepare 4 new games for publish. Plan TRIA is going to its final.

Program part and overview description

Videogame is written with programming language QB64. It is modern version of QBasic. Game use 4 colors, that do imitation of colors MS DOS CGA. Pseudo three dimensional about way of movement. Something like arcade. Maybe, a game about – just to have a relax. Fly at some distance. Turn left or right. And do not crash into game objects – squares and circles. Game is with science fiction theme. There are texts and description of the planet.

Development state

So, for this time, I pay attention to decoration for the game. I do programming for menus with planet map. And it has lots of text. I create all these Sci Fi theme. With descriptions. And someway decorate the menus. In a pink color. I need to check, that everything works. And, maybe, to make menus more interesting. Maybe, to draw a picture with UFO sausage. And, mainly, - it is everything done!

It is, already, game number four in development plan TRIA. So, as soon as I finish this one. I will prepare all the things. And publish 4 new games in terms of new version of pack Basic Pascal.

This game will be released in terms of new version Basic Pascal Pack games. This game and some more games will be in a new version Basic Pascal Pack. As soon as I will have several complete games. All of them will to be in a new version Basic Pascal Pack. And a new version Basic Pascal Pack will be published for download.

Basic Pascal pack - whole pack of games and programes, written with basic and pascal. It is retro. With each game and program there is a page at author`s website. There are aditional information, descriptions, pictures, arts.

Basic Pascal: http://www.dimalink.tv-games.ru/packs/basicpascal/index_eng.html

Itchio: https://dimalink.itch.io/basic-pascal GameJolt: https://gamejolt.com/games/BasicPascal/773385 Website: http://www.dimalink.tv-games.ru/home_eng.html

[walksinlatewithcoffee]

Baby name ideas for the Empires Crew

Cause apparently yall need some now?

SCOTT:

Theme: colors

Scarlet

Amber

Violet

Cyan

Gray

Ash (associated with gray)

Beryl (a pale green stone)

Bianca (means white)

Carmine (crimson red)

Fawn (light brown)

GEM:

Theme: Sun

Citrine (light callback to s1 cause citrine is a stone formed when amethyst experiences intense heat)

Sunny

Apollo

Helios

Crystal

Peach

Flora

Alba (means Dawn)

Soleil (French sun name)

Star

JOEL:

Theme: gods/holy/Greek

Blessing

Hera

Theo (means ‘gift of god’)

Pandora

Ares

Eudora (Greek name meaning ‘generous gift’)

Skye

Achilles

Orion

Ouranos (Greek spelling of Uranus, father of the Titans and also a word meaning “the heavens”

KATHERINE:

Theme: dichotomy of glimmer grove/strength/beauty

Lilac

Lavender

Janus (words with contradictory meaning are sometimes called “Janus words”)

Hecate (goddess of witchcraft)

Persephone

Tempest

Farris (‘strong as iron’ according to the website I’m looking at)

Valentine (both a romantic association as well as having ‘strong’ as an earlier meaning)

Sterling (steel)

Belle

OLI:

Theme: music/independence

Harmony

Lyra

Aria

Viola

Lark

Cadence

Wolfgang

Rhythm

Robin

Spirit

JIMMY:

Theme: strength/common western names

Barrett (mighty as a bear)

Billy/Billie

Oak

Cash (last name if a famous singer)

Dakota

Beau

Daisy

Wynona (first name of a famous singer and a personal favorite of mine)

Cheyenne

Colton (I know so many yeehaw boys named Colton it’s an epidemic)

LIZZIE:

Theme: animals

Kitty

Wren

Leo

Wolf

Draco

Raven

Kit

Dove

Ursula (from ‘Ursa’ meaning bear + light callback to season 1)

Mariposa (butterfly)

SAUSAGE:

Theme: peace/safety/protection/rabbits

Faith

Jack (jackrabbit)

Serenity

Peter (Peter cottontail)

Olive/Olivia (olive bran em has symbol of peace)

Alexis/Alexander/Alexa etc. (All meaning protector of mankind)

Atlas

Angelo

Anthea (goddess/flowers)

Crysanthos (golden flower, name of a Saint)

PIX:

Theme: history, ancient stuff, stones, memory (amendment: I couldn’t find many good names so I just found a bunch of really old names)

Sophia (lover of wisdom/knowledge)

Athena

Beowulf (both a name meaning ‘intelligent wolf’ and the oldest known work of Anglo-Saxon literature)

Sage

Alareiks (gothic name meaning ‘ruler of all’ modernized as Alaric but I think Pix would use the older version)

Áleifir (old Norse form of Olaf and that is such a downgrade on spelling why did we ever stop using the original spelling????? Also means ancestor’s legacy which is PERFECT)

Caecelia (original Latin spelling of Cecelia, means both “blind” and is the name of an ancient religious martyr)

Cúán (“little wolf” in Old Irish and I think that’s just cute)

Demophon (literally “the people’s voice” in Ancient Greek)

Ingo (an old name and also a reference to a character who accidentally travels back in time in Pokémon: Legends Arceus) (I’m running out of ideas can you tell?)

JOEY

Theme: water, treasure

Diamond (it’s not that weird I went to high school with a girl named diamond)

Jade

Cordelia (apparently means daughter of the sea)

Hudson (literal name of a body of water on earth)

Caspian (literal name of a body of water on earth)

Opal

Gold

Sapphire

Tiara

Jasper (a personal favorite + matching initials)

FWHIP:

Theme: names with negative meanings, more stones (no I didn’t use them all on Joey’s list actually)

Lapis

Jet

Onyx

Ruby

Topaz

Deidre (sorrowful)

Kennedy (misshapen head)

Cain (I don’t think I need to explain this one. It’s also a favorite name of mine)

Cameron (crooked nose)

Lorelei (literal translation is ambush Cliff, but colloquially the meaning is ‘a woman who leads a man to his death’ which is metal as fuck)

SHELBY:

theme: herbs/witchy stuff/creepy stuff

Damien

Desdemona (Ill-fated one)

Rosemary (both an herb and a character in a classic horror film)

Nyx

Poe

Salem

Blair

Belladonna (comes with the literal translation of ‘beautiful woman’ as well)

Morrigan (literally ‘phantom queen’ and a figure in Irish mythology)

Dusk

FALSE (if she ever logs in to participate)

Theme: obnoxiously British as befitting a steampunk theme

Silas

Ambrose

Augustus

Eleanor

Gwendolyn

Scarlett

Theodosia

Lysander

Wesley

Luther

[theconstellationprincess]

Whumptober day 6: alternative prompt: Shaking

Little Pixlriffs, Little Fwhip, and caregiver MythicalSausage

Summary: A little known fact about the Copper King was that he wasn’t the biggest fan of the dark.. An even less known fact was that he was also easily startled by loud noises, especially when it was dark outside. And a fact about him that wasn’t even confirmed to the few people that suspected it, was that he was a regressor

Inspired by @little-froglight hcs!

A little known fact about the Copper King was that he wasn’t the biggest fan of the dark. Perhaps that could be inferred from the whole candle theme he had going on, but many don’t consider that at all. An even less known fact was that he was also easily startled by loud noises, especially when it was dark outside. And a fact about him that wasn’t even confirmed to the few people that suspected it, was that he was a regressor.

Pixlriffs was always a caregiver, he was always there to lend a helping hand to anyone who needed, regressor or not. He was always available, always willing, to help anyone. He took pride in that fact, and that pride did not play well with his regression. It was very rare that he regressed, not for lack of wanting, but out of fear that someone would need him. Most of the time his regression was involuntary, and triggered by fear, or stress, and then he ended up just panicking until he felt normal again.

Tonight, he had travelled to Fwhips for the two of them to discuss trading, and they were planning on heading to a feast hosted by Mezalea the next day together, so Pixl was staying the night. The discussions went well, and they were having a late dinner when a loud slam startled the both of them. One of the windows in the room had opened by itself, strong wind blowing through and, to Pix’s displeasure, extinguishing the candles in the room.

The room went dark, not even illuminated by the moon for it had been blocked out by the thick clouds covering the sky. He looked towards Fwhip, trying to quell his panic that threatened to pull him into headspace. He needed to be big for Fwhip. He looked towards where Fwhip had been just moments before, only to be met with empty air. He blinked, but looked underneath the table instead, finding his friend curled up, clearly upset.

Pix crawled under the table, sitting next to him. It was still far too dark in the room and he was struggling to keep himself fully in caregiver mode. He pulled out a candle (he always had some on him) and lit it, setting it between them. The wind from the still open window wouldn’t be able to reach under the table. It helped him relax, but Fwhip seemed just as tense.

“Fwhip, how old are you right now?” Pix asked gently, putting in far too much effort into making his voice sound as it normally would. No tripping over his words. Fwhip shook his head in response. Pix had never seen Fwhip properly distressed when small before, and was getting properly worried. He needed Sausage, he was Fwhips primary caregiver.

Pix pulled out his communicator, sending a message to Sausage and praying the man wasn’t already sleeping, as it was quite late. Sausage replied that he was on his way, and Pix relaxed slightly. A boom of thunder sounded outside and that relief was immediately replaced with stress. Pix squeezed his eyes shut, holding back scared tears, and trying not to slip before Sausage arrived. He opened his eyes when he felt a weight on his shoulder, looking at Fwhip who had placed his head on his shoulder. Pix took a few stuttering breaths and pet Fwhips hair.

Another boom of thunder, Pix whimpered, biting down on his lip hard enough to taste blood. Tears pooled in his eyes but he squeezed them shut again to prevent any from escaping. The candle wasn’t the best light source, but it was preventing him from fully slipping, which was great. Fwhip took one of his hands and squeezed it tightly, and Pix squeezed back.

Sausage finally arrived, opening the door gently, immediately spying the both of them curled up under the table. He quickly shut the open window and kneeled in front of them both.

“I seem to have 2 little boys, hmm?” Sausage commented, mostly to himself.

“I’m not little, Sausage.” Pix said, titling his head when Sausage gave him an incredulous look. I messaged you for Fwhip, not me.” At the sound of his name, Fwhip pulled his head off of Pix’s shoulder, reaching towards Sausage as soon as he spotted him. Fwhip seemed a lot younger than he normally was, even when regressed. Sausage grabbed Fwhip, picking him up easily and holding him close. Pix told himself he wasn’t jealous.

Another boom of thunder, and all of Pix’s reservations went out the window. Now that there was a caregiver with Fwhip, he no longer had an immediate reason to not be small, something his brain took advantage of. A few tears dripped down Pix’s face which he quickly wiped away, but not before Sausage saw them.

“Pix, bubs, you can be little. You’re shaking, bubby.” Pix shook his head, he wasn’t supposed to be small. But he was. He could pull himself out of headspace, but each boom of thunder sent him deeper and deeper down, and his fear all came spilling out in the form of sobs that made his whole body shake. He reached for Sausage, desperately searching for comfort. Sausage put Fwhip, who was calmed down, onto one of the chairs and picked him up. Being picked up made Pix feel like he was physically sinking deeper into his regression.

He sobbed into Sausage's shoulder, slowly calming down even as the thunder continued outside, as Sausage rubbed his back and mumbled comforting words. At some point, Sausage took both of them out of the room, carrying Pix and holding Fwhips hand as he took them into Fwhip’s bedroom. He placed down an extra bed for Pix, who had stopped crying, and tucked both of them into bed.

Pix watched as Sausage first attended to Fwhip, getting him settled and giving him a teether and a stuffed animal. Fwhip was quick to fall asleep, and then Sausage turned towards him. Pix shrunk back, afraid. He hadn’t meant to regress, or soak Sausage’s shirt with his tears. But to his surprise, Sausage instead offered him a pacifier, which he accepted silently, and a stuffed animal. Pix was confused, but felt warm, and to his absolute wonder, cared for.

Pix drifted off to sleep listening to the quiet, slow breathing of Fwhip, and the sounds of Sausage getting ready to sleep.

[ravenzeppeli]

Claimed

Chapter 44 - Awkward |Melone + Ghiaccio × Reader|

Warning: strong language, heavy sexual themes/situations, dark thoughts/themes, murder mention. MA.

"You need to eat more," Melone lightly commanded you, pointing at your plate. "These eggs haven't been sampled yet. Do you want me to make you something else?"

"No," you replied, giving your shoulders a shrug as you stared down at your plate, having no appetite whatsoever. "Why did Pesci really leave in such a hurry? I know you know Melone." The nervous feeling in your stomach all but dissolved your appetite, your mind drifting back to Pesci.

Fuck, you hoped that Risotto wouldn't be mad at Pesci. If Risotto or anyone else hurt Pesci you would have to hurt them. As scared as you now were of Risotto, you wouldn't let anyone push your sweet boyfriend around! Pesci was a good man, he listened to you and seemed to actually care for you. For him, you would glady risk your life to protect him. After all, he's never given you any problems. Why couldn't the others do the same?

Sticking Prosciuttos' gun to your head was foolish, but you were really scared. Admitting that you now had these fears of being killed by these men that you were supposed to trust and care for was embarrassing. You were already seen as beneath them. If you admitted to all of them that you were scared, it would be used against you. Lately, everything seemed to be used against you. Even Risotto, who you actually loved, turned on you.

You never imagined that he would stick a knife to your throat and threaten to slice your head off if you attempted to harm yourself again. What if you got mad and punched a wall? What if you cut yourself on a piece of glass? You didn't want your head to be sawed off. That knife that he was holding to your throat was dull! All you wanted was to be comforted and loved. Instead, you were tossed aside like garbage. You wouldn't just forgive this. You never wanted to see them again.

Ghiaccio picked up your fork, stabbing it into the eggs. "Pesci needed to go to the base and start on a mission that he will be going on with Prosciutto and Formaggio. They'll probably be going out of town in a week soon." Gently, he raised the fork to your mouth, a heaping load of scrambled eggs on the fork. "Open your mouth and start eating. Come on, you need to clear your plate."

"I don't need to be fed," you replied, taking the fork from his hand and taking a bite of the eggs. Chewing the salty eggs, you swallowed the bite, stabbing your fork into the small pile of eggs. "You're a good cook, Melone."

No way in hell would you let Ghiaccio feed you as if you were a child. That would be embarrassing. You could stomach down food that you didn't feel like eating. After all, Melone prepared eggs and sausage for breakfast. You shouldn't be rude and not eat his cooking. What kind of lover would you be to him? A very bad one, and Melone didn't deserve that. Neither did Ghiaccio. The least you could do was pretend to be okay for them.

A satisfied hum escaped Melones lips, his fingertips lightly caressing your cheek. "You're so sweet, aren't you? You taste as sweet as you are." His fingertips continued to caress your cheek as you took another bite of the eggs. "Taking care of yourself is very important, baby. Skipping meals is never good unless you have to skip a meal."

Chewing your food, you swallowed, sitting back in your chair as a dirty little idea creeped into your head, replacing all the negative ones. Being alone with Ghiaccio and Melone, being sandwiched between them, it made your mind wonder to the thought of them both fucking you on this dining room table. You weren't in any physical pain anymore, and sleeping in Melone's arms last night helped you get a decent night's sleep. You felt safe, despite a small part of yourself telling you that you'll never be safe.

The fact that you've only had a threesome with Risotto and Prosciutto bothered you, considering how they now hate you and want you dead. It was supposed to be a special thing that bonded the three of you together. What happened to the love that Risotto and Prosciutto claimed that they had for you? They lied to you. They.. broke a promise to you. You didn't want to be bonded with them anymore.

"My love, I can tell when you are even even slightly bit aroused," blurted out Melone, causing your eyes to widen from embarrassment. "If you eat all of your eggs, then I'll eat your pussy. How does that sound?"

Ghiaccio cleared his throat, almost choking on the bite of sausage he just took.

"I want you both," you whispered, a nervous giggle escaping your lips. Fuck, why did you just say that?

Ghiaccio grabbed his glass of water, taking a sip, his face going beet red. Once he sat the glass down, he stood up. "Y/N, what does that mean!? What do you mean by wanting us both!?"

"We're already yours, baby," whispered Melone, his fingers trailing down your cheek, gently caressing your hair. "Ghiaccio, we need to come clean to our beloved. Share a little past truth with her."

"Fuck!" Snapped Ghiaccio, placing his hand on your shoulder. "Melone, I do not want to lose her! We've been talking about this for months, I told you that I wanted to wait a little longer to share this with her!"

Confusion was the only emotion you felt, searching your brain for any clue of what they were talking about. Damn it, you hated when Melone hid things from you! Well.. considering how you've hid things from him, you had no right to get upset with him, especially considering how good he was to you. How bad could their secret actually be?

"Why do you always talk like I'm not here? I'm literally staring right at you," you teased Ghiaccio, earning a sharp glare in response. "You wouldn't lose me, I'm technically not allowed to go anywhere." Shit, you couldn't just get up and walk out the door, go around town as you pleased.

Dating seven men meant that one of them would always be trailing you, and given everything that's happened, you didn't want to see four out of seven of your boyfriends ever again! You were going to put your foot down. You were going to piss them off and get them back! Of course, you'd be mindful of your other three boyfriends, making sure not to do anything that would upset or hurt them. Cheating or running away was definitely out of the question, so you had to get crafty.

Ghiaccio nodded his head, squinting his eyes at Melone. "Whatever. Go ahead and tell her, Melone, since you feel that it is so important that she knows of something that happened way before we met her!" The annoyance in his voice was increasing by each word, his jaw clenching from dissatisfaction.

"Please just tell me." You turned your attention towards Melone, poking your lip out a bit as you stared into his eyes, knowing that he'd immediately give in and tell you. "I'd never get mad or anything. You and Ghiaccio are good boyfriends, I don't have a right to get mad at either one of you." Damn it, you sounded too submissive! You needed to tone it down.

"We love you so much, you know that, right?" Mused Melone, causing your heart to skip a beat. "Before you, I only had sex with one woman one time, that is true. But I also have done things with Ghiaccio as well. I've tasted Ghiaccio's spirm multiple times and have enjoyed sucking him off long before the both of us got together with you." His fingers continued to caress your cheek, voice as smooth as silk.

Without thinking, you turned your head away from Melone, nodding your head as an unexpected laugh escaped your lips. Aha! See.. you knew that the two of them had chemistry!

"Why the fuck are you laughing!?" Ghiaccio suddenly screamed. "You think this is some kind of joke!? You think we're less than!?"

Immediately, your laugh vanished, your attention turning towards Ghiaccio. "No!" You cried out, standing up from your seat. "I don't think that at all! I was only laughing because I had a feeling that the two of you had chemistry! I had it figured out." You didn't technically, but you've had a tough week. You needed a win. "That's so hot that Melone sucked you off. He's good at giving head."

Ghiaccio turned away from you, shaking his head. "I - so you aren't mad!? You don't care that multiple times I've been orally intimate with Melone!" A laugh escaped your lips, causing Melone to actually cut you a small glare, warning you to stop laughing. Laughing makes Ghiaccio.. sensitive. "See, you're laughing at us! I can't believe you!"

"She's not laughing at us, Ghiaccio!" Protested Melone, standing up, pushing his chair in. "You just said orally intimate, that probably made her laugh!" You felt Melones arm snake around your waist, giving your side a small squeeze. "She loves us, Ghiaccio."

Ghiaccio kept his back turned towards you, stepping a few paces towards the front door. "Secrets fuck relationships up!"

Lately, you felt as if you could sense that Ghiaccio and Melone liked each other as more than friends, but you could have never fully imagined this. It didn't bother you. It only bothered you that you weren't able to guess that they've fooled around. Damn it, and you always thought that you were so observant! Melone loved hard. Maybe a part of him wanted to be with Ghiaccio as well.

The secret longing glances that you've noticed Melone give Ghiaccio, and you sometimes noticed that Ghiaccio would return those glances. The idea of the three of you being a couple popped into your head, your eyes meeting Melones, who was already intensely staring down at you.

"I'm not giving you two permission or anything," you began, causing Ghiaccio to immediately spin around, his eyes locking onto yours, "but if you wanted to explore the possibility of all three of us dating, I'd be very open and eager."

As soon as you finished your statement, Ghiaccio rushed over to the door, walking in heavy strides. "I need to go to the base," he called out, "Be safe and stay in the house at all times Y/N. I'll see you both later." Before either you Melone could reply, he was gone, hurrying out the door in a rush.

When the door slammed shut, you felt hot tears forming in your eyes, feeling embarrassed by Ghiaccios reaction. You didn't mean to upset him. You just assumed that he would have wanted to be with Melone as well! You were such an idiot, always fucking things up! You wanted Ghiaccio to stay with you and Melone today. He said earlier that he didn't need to go to the base!

A low sigh escaped Melones lips, "Don't be upset, baby. Ghiaccio isn't mad.. he's just being himself." Gently, his other hand snaked around your waist, pulling you into his chest. "I personally love Ghiaccio almost as much as I love you. I'm fine with whatever decision Ghiaccio makes, but if he never brings this up again, then you need to just drop it."

"Why?" You questioned, laying your head on his chest, your arms wrapping around his waist, returning the affection. You always make sure to return affection to your nice boyfriends, the ones that don't hit you and attempt to murder you deserve to be loved and treated well, even if you were still terrified of them turning on you one day.

"He may not feel the same way I do baby, and I don't want to pressure him or make him feel as if he needs to be with me," he told you, his voice low as he rested his chin on top of your head. "Are you okay with listening to me? I hope I'm not asking for too much."

"Okay," you replied, nodding your head, feeling his pointy chin on top of your head. "I don't mind listening to you, babe. You never ask for too much. Ask me more." Fuck, you really loved him so fucking much. He was so cute clinging onto you. You felt your tears start to dry, he always had a way of making you feel safe and loved. Being with him makes dealing with the others (aside from Ghiaccio and Pesci - of course) worth it.

"How much do you love me?" He questioned, his fingertips gently tracing circles on your back, sending chills down your spine. "Answer me that, then please finish your breakfast, and I'll give you my tongue for dessert."

You pulled away from Melone, pressing your lips into his. As his lips parted, you slipped your tongue in his mouth, exploring his mouth as your hand traced down his back, squeezing his firm ass. "I love you so much, baby," you whispered into his lips, "more than anything." You said that with confidence, feeling a strong, intense love for him that was only increasing with each passing day. When you were alone with him, you found yourself becoming a much softer person.

"Fuck the eggs," Melone snapped, a thick lust filling his voice as he grabbed you, tossing you over his shoulder. "I will make you a fresh batch of scrambled eggs after I show you how much I love you. Fuck, you're so sexy, I just want too - hey! Did you just pull my pants down and slip your tongue in my ass! Ooh - I'm going to fuck you good and hard baby!"

[blicketdabest33]

FINAL CABIN PLACEMENTS I DON'T WANT TO EDIT IT AFTER THIS

So many of y'all had so many good ideas (and since a lot of these i came up with without any real reasoning) here's my updated version that i think fits A LOT better

#1 Zeus Cabin: Jimmy, Joel Jimmy: He's a Zeus kid, but everyone somehow forgets about it. Joel: He's competitive and strong. Also, because Jimmy is his half brother through godly parent, i get to make a fun bit about him dating Lizzie. And one of his origins in Afterlife SMP was a thunderborn

#2 Hera Cabin: Scott, Impulse, Ren Scott: Scott's whole thing is loyalty. Hera is the goddess of marriage and is insanely loyal to Zeus. However, I feel like Hera should get at least one affair. So now Scott can use peacocks as weapons. Impulse: According to @dawnfire7 Impulse is known for loyalty, which i did not know. He's also known to hold grudges. Perfect Hera kid. Ren: He's apparently known for loyalty (and i didn't really like his Nike placement anyway)

#3 Poseidon Cabin: XB XB: Something about water temple guardians

#4 Demeter Cabin: Sausage, Shelby, Bdubs, Stress Sausage: This man built Sanctuary in a jungle and has flowers in his hair. He sells wood. There is no other place to put him. Shelby: Mushroom gnome, spooky mangrove witch, powerful storm witch, i need not continue. Bdubs: Moss man. Stress: SHE HAS FLOWERS

#5 Ares Cabin: Martyn, False Martyn: His planet is Mars, which is the roman version of Ares. He ended Limited Life in such a violent way, i can't help it. He was also red for the majority of Secret Life. False: I just feel like False should get to kill people more often.

#6 Athena Cabin: Grian, Pix, Owen, Xisuma Grian: This sums it up pretty well

Pix: Smart man. Archeologist and definitely a nerd. I wanna see him skipping out on training just so he can read history books. Owen: He likes to explore and discover new things in Pirates. In Rats, he's a tinkerer. In New Life, he's an explorer who wants to study hybrids. In Empires, he's a Llama who's curious about how humans work. Just a very curious character overall. Xisuma: Admin. I'm not elaborating.

#7 Apollo Cabin: Oli, Lyarrah Oli: MUSIC. MAN. Lyarrah: She writes the captions for the hermitcraft recap.

#8 Artemis Cabin: Pearl, Gem Pearl: Y'know, Artemis could've just like... had a kid, even though she took that oath. It wouldn't even have to be with a guy. Gods can change to whatever gender they want. Anyway, Pearl gets to be an Artemis kid because her symbolism is moon, she loves dogs, and will commit murder and hunt at night. Gem: Someone really wanted these girls to be sisters, and I think Gem and pearl should get to hunt at night and be fierce together. Oh, and she's got the whole deer aesthetic.

#9 Hephaestus Cabin: Doc, Mumbo, Tango, Zedaph, Fwhip, Iskall Doc: Redstone Mumbo: Redstone Tango: Redstone Zedaph: Redstone Fwhip: Redstone AND has a red scarf (don't ask me how that's relevant) Iskall: Redstone

#10 Aphrodite Cabin: Keralis, Skizz, Bigb Keralis: Okay, I don't know why, but Keralis gives me the vibes of a very charming person. His voice is nice to listen to, so imagine how useful it'd be if I gave him charm speak. Skizz: Person in the tags said he was really charming and you can't help but love him. I agree. He's here now. Bigb: Smooth talker. Someone (i think it was Scott) said in one of their videos "It's hard to kill him while he's talking". Charmspeak. Ma man, go do chaos.

#11 Hermes Cabin: Scar, Etho, Joe Scar: Trader Scar, scammer extraordinar. Etho: All i must say is Shady-E's. I get "jack-of-all-trades, master of none, often better than master of one" vibes from him. He's funny, he's mischievous, it just works. Joe: Comedy man. Excellent delivery. And, yet again, i look at this man and go "That right there is a multi-talented man with a habit for mischief."

#12 Dionysus Cabin: Joey, Beef, Cub Joey: *points at his season one empires theme* i need not say more Beef: Idk, food. I don't really have a reason. I don't know too much about Beef. Cub: Someone said Cub was really laid back, i liked this idea, he's here now. C'mon, go make ur empire.

#13 Hades Cabin: Zloy Zloy: Zombie man. He writes the Hermitcraft recaps in the dark at 2am with nothing but pure spite.

#14 Iris Cabin: Katherine Katherine: SHE. HAS. COLORS. and also I couldn't put her in Demeter cabin because Shelby is already there and i am NOT excluding Nature Wives from this au

#15 Hypnos Cabin: Wels Wels: @dingdinghq said something about sleeping during S6 and i completely agree

#16 Nemesis Cabin:

#17 Nike Cabin:

#18 Hebe Cabin: 

#19 Tyche Cabin: TFC TFC: Man goes mining and gets really lucky. That's it.

#20 Hecate Cabin: Lizzie, Cleo, Jevin Lizzie: Witchy vibes. Also, Arson. Cleo: Arson. She uses her magic for Arson. Jevin: He's a magic slime. Also, Arson. All Hecate kids love Arson.

[satansapostle6]

The Best Of The Worst | Charlie Kelly

Charlie Kelly noticed the pretty blonde girl just as Dennis Reynolds tried to make her into another one of his conquests.

Warnings: Mature themes/language. Violence. Sexual content.

Chapter Two

Chapter Three: Charlie Has An Idea

“Oh, my God!”

Dennis Reynolds rubbed his temples exhaustedly as he watched Dee rushing back and forth as she waited on tables, irritated with his sister.

“God damn it, Dee, you have four tables to serve, it’s not that hard, you goddamn bitch!”

The tall blonde ran around the bar with a tray half full of empty beers, struggling to find a streamlined pattern to travel the room in.

“Don’t call me a bitch, goddamnit!” Dee yelled back.

“I’ll call you whatever I want, you goddamn bird bitch!” Dennis shouted.

“Yeah! That that, you bitch!” Mac piled on.

In the midst of all this, Charlie was just rushing to the back room for the toilet plunger, unable to deal with all the stress today. He emerged from the back room with the toilet plunger to clean the bathroom with, sweating as he made his way past the bar.

“This is getting ridiculous,” Dennis said as he stood behind the bar, “We need to hire a waitress.”

“We have a waitress!” Dee exclaimed in disbelief.

“Oh, really? Who?!” Mac said confrontationally.

“Me!” cried shrilly.

“A real waitress,” Dennis spat, as if the response were obvious.

Just then, Charlie stopped dead in his tracks, dropping the toilet plunger as everyone in the room looked at him.

“A waitress!” Charlie realized, his eyes lighting up with opportunity.

“What is this?” Dennis asked, not understanding. “What are you on about?”

Frank Reynolds turned to look at him in his seat at the bar, silently eating a sausage patty that he’d brought with him from his apartment with Charlie in his shirt pocket.

“What if I said I could find us a waitress?” Charlie wondered.

“A hot waitress?” Dennis asked.

“Why do we need a hot waitress?” Mac questioned immediately.

Everyone ignored him, as usual.

“I mean…”

Charlie thought about for a moment.

“She’s pretty,” he decided after settling on words that felt right. “The prettiest, actually.”

“Then I’d be confused as to how you know the ‘prettiest’ girl,” Dennis answered promptly.

Charlie grew frustrated, not sure how to give a satisfactory answer.

“Remember Juliette?!” he asked.

“Who?” Dennis questioned.

“The waitress from Guigino’s. The blonde one,” Charlie reminded him.

Dennis’s eyes darkened automatically as it clicked in his brain.

“Yes.”

Mac saw Dennis’s strong reaction, and instantly became jealous.

“That bitch?!”

“I’ve been hanging out with her,” Charlie told Dennis, “She lost her job at Guigino’s. I think I could convince her to work here.”

“Wait, you’ve been hanging out with her?” Dennis scoffed, “Bullshit!”

“It’s true,” Frank spoke with his mouth full, “Past three days, he’s only slept at home once.”

Dennis turned to Charlie, his expression a rather disturbing mixture of impressed and envious.“You’ve been sleeping with that blonde girl?”

“No!” Charlie exclaimed, almost sounding disgusted at the question. “I’ve just been spending the night. We watch movies and stuff, we both sleep on the couch…”

“Charlie, Charlie, Charlie,” Dennis chided him, quickly coming around the bar and laying a hand on his shoulder, “I say this with love, but you, my friend, are an incredible waste of a beautiful woman.”

“Whatever, dude!” Charlie exclaimed, not appreciating how gross Dennis’s behavior was, “I actually like her! I’m not gonna try and have sex with her before I even know her!”

“Charlie, you go talk to that girl right now, and you get her to take that waitress job,” Dennis ordered him.

“What, no! Now I don’t want to!” Charlie cried.

“Why not?” Dennis demanded.

“Because! You’re just gonna try to DENNIS her,” he pointed out, appalled. “She’s not a girl you can just use! She’s nice!”

“They’re all nice,” Dennis promised him with a sleazy grin.

“No!” Charlie yelled, ripping his shoulder away from him. “I’m not letting you harass her!”

Charlie hardly yelled or get angry, but after that, Charlie abandoned the task of cleaning the bathrooms entirely. He stormed out the door of Paddy’s Pub as Mac and Dennis just stood there, staring at him in awe. Dennis was the first to break the silence.

“Since when does Charlie know the word ‘harass’?”

Frank just shrugged, washing down his lint-covered sausage patty with a beer.

*****

There was a knock on Juliette’s door as she sat on her couch watching TV. She threw the fuzzy blanket off her body, running to the door in her pajamas. She opened the door, not too surprised to see Charlie Kelly.

“Charlie!” she exclaimed with a smile. “Hey!”

“Hey,” Charlie said distractedly as she let him inside.

“What’s up?” Juliette asked. “Is everything okay?”

Charlie was initially unsure of how to answer that question, but then, in that moment, he got out of his head for just a second, taking the time to actually look her in the eye. Looking into her deep brown eyes, he had to stop and take in the rest of her, realizing how pretty she actually looked in her white tank top and pink Hello Kitty shorts.

“Uh… Yeah. Yeah, everything’s okay,” he promised her as they sat down on the couch together.

“You don’t look okay,” Juliette frowned. “You want a beer?”

“Yeah,” Charlie smiled gratefully, “Yeah, a beer sounds good.”

She nodded, setting down her own bottle to get up and grab another from the fridge. She came back and handed him a cold beer, settling into the couch once again.

“You don’t seem okay,” Juliette said softly, “If you don’t mind me saying.”

Charlie stopped for a moment, trying to decide what he should say to her. He noticed the way she’d been doing almost nothing but watching TV, day drinking, and chain smoking, wondering if she actually did need a job. Charlie didn’t know if he would feel okay with her working at the bar with Dennis and everyone else there, but he also didn’t know if more time spent unemployed would necessarily be the best thing for Juliette.

“Can I ask you something?” he asked after a while.

“Anything,” she nodded, sitting back and crossing her legs.

“Are you… happy?” Charlie wondered.

Juliette was confused by the question, finding it a difficult one to answer.

“You mean, like… in general, or right now?” she replied.

“I don’t know,” he sighed, giving up on the strange way he’d asked the question, “You said you’re looking for a new job, right?”

“Yeah,” she answered, not sure what the difficulty of the topic was.

“What if… I told you I could get you a waitress job, but… you’d have to deal with Dennis? And… a lot of other stuff,” he realized. “Would you wanna take it?”

She looked at him for a moment, seeing past the question at hand.

“Would you want me to take it?” she inquired.

Charlie considered the question, not having realized that his opinion actually mattered.

“I mean… I want you to have a job, if you want one,” he told her. “But I’d just feel nervous all the time with Dennis around you…”

“Why?” Juliette asked him.

“I don’t know. I’d just be scared he’d hurt you, is all.”

“He wouldn’t hurt me. I can handle guys like Dennis,” she assured him.

“No, I know,” Charlie nodded guiltily, “I just… I’d still feel guilty, just making you deal with him every day.”

“Then, I won’t take the job,” Juliette smiled, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze.

Charlie was surprised by her response. “Really?”

“Yeah,” she promised. “I could find a better job.”

“Good,” Charlie smiled, seeming glad. “I mean… You can always take it if you need it.”

“I know,” she promised him.

He nodded silently, taking a moment to calm himself as he realized everything had been resolved, and there was nothing wrong. He watched as she turned off the TV, trying to find something better to do to distract the both of them.

“You wanna play a card game?” Juliette asked, grabbing a deck of cards from the bottom shelf of her coffee table.

“I don’t know any card games,” Charlie admitted.

“I can teach you,” she offered.

He smiled, accepting the invitation. “Let’s do it.”

-

Chapter Four

[minecraftbookshelf]

Marriage of State AU: Character Playlist Game

Whose playlist do you think this song is on?

(These playlists are not "music that I think the character would listen to" they are "music that I think fits the characters vibes/themes/i loop when writing this character")

Organized alphabetically by username. Xornoth is not included since I've shared the link to their whole playlist on here already

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Previous Playlist Polls

(Also yes, speculating in the notes is welcome and even encouraged!)

[goodluckclove]

I’m unconvinced you aren’t the Ratatouille rat in disguise with how decadently write about food.

I'm certainly rat-like in that I enjoy a tasty snackkie, and I will occasionally hide under my tall wife's hat.

Really though it's mainly me having a very strong connection to food. I taught myself how to cook when I was 12 and most of my experiences going out are going to get food or to places that sell tiny cakes.

I have very strong opinions on tiny cakes. In my opinion tiny cakes have to be exactly medium-fancy.

I mean the best part about living in Portland is the food scene. So often they have these special food-themed weeks. Burger week. Sandwich week. Wing week (I didn't go to that one). Now it's pizza week again. I got a Hawaiian pizza that had this really subtle bechamel sauce that gave the whole thing a really creamy base. The large cubes of ham were paired with sausage ground and cooked practically to the consistency of chorizo.

The reason I biked downtown to get it was because of the mango habanero aioli, which is perfect because I think Hawaiian pizza is so much better with a little kick of heat to bring out the sweetness of the pineapple (usually I only see this through jalapeno - also very good). The aioli was perfectly spicy in a way that felt almost like an Indian chutney, which maybe was the habanero. The mango gave it a perfect slight sweetness. If I had a jar of the stuff I'd put it on crackers or little slices of baguette.

Anyways describing food is fun and all the other pizzas for pizza week are usually unholy rites to hubris. Last year my now-wife brought me an IKEA meatball pizza and I couldn't leave the bathroom of my terrible studio apartment for an hour. I still do it because I enjoy weird gourmet meals at a reasonable price and I am Clove Gardener, Committee to the Bit.

It's also a fun thing for characters to dwell on. I find it endearing.

[circesays]

Previous Part | Next Part | The Beginning

Joel felt… off. It wasn’t something the god could quite put his finger on. His villagers were fine, the temples were cleaned and had offerings, nothing was on fire or falling or cracking or breaking or crumbling to pieces, splitting in half-

(Pix smiled grimly at Oli, prodding the fire and adding another log. “I’ve had a... theory... as to how this is happening. I think there's more to all of this pain than we initially thought."

Oli eyed the historian from where he was idly strumming his new lute, the remains of their dinner already gone. Over the hill, the first grumbles of zombies began to emerge. “Is that why we’re-?”

“Yes, that's why we're, ah, detouring. What do you know about Empires? The idea behind the server itself?”)

But. Something was wrong. He frowned as he took in the setting sun over his glorious Empire. He’s a god, mighty and divine and perfect, there was no reason to be upset or frustrated or anything! No mob could climb his walls, no emperor was causing mischief in his domain, nothing! So why...?

(“Well uh- emperors come together and settle in different biomes, using lore magic and Player magic to build up Empires that match a certain theme. Uhhhh, we also get special abilities and people living in our empires based on the Lore we come up with? I’m not sure what else you’re looking for here, Pix, you gotta work with me here!”)

Joel was distracted from his troubles by a small presence and pulling motion. He glanced down to find Hermes hovering on his shoes, tugging on his toga with both hands and a determined look on his face. A smile spread across the god's face, uncontrollable and inevitable when his precious child was around.

“Hello, son, how are you? Daddy looked like such a grump, huh?”

(“Yes. That’s generally how it goes. However…” Pixlriffs paused to gather his thoughts, his hands fluttering and twisting as he tried to word it just right. “There’s more to the biomes and lore magic. They’re… intertwined, in a way. Every biome is special, with specific history and capability for life. And with capability for life comes a capability for its own lore magic.”)

Hermes shook his head, a little scowl on his face. He let go of his father’s toga. “You’ve been acting weird,” the demigod signed. Hermes was having a quiet day, then.

Joel raised a single eyebrow. “Acting weird? What do you mean I’m acting weird? That’s not very nice, you know, I thought Papi Sausage taught you better than that.”

(“Okay, so different biomes mean different magic, seems simple enough. But what does that have to do with what’s happening to Jimmy?”

Pix paused from where he was using his soot-stained stick to doodle on the floor. “Well, see, that’s the thing. Different biomes have very different magics. But some biomes are also older than others, more powerful. More dangerous, even.”)

“You’re not yourself. Something is super weird, Dad. I’m worried about you.” Hermes put extra emphasis on his unique sign for his dad, the normal sign for father trailing immediately into the sign for lightning- tapping his head with his thumb twice and sharply moving into a downwards zigzag.

The god sighed. “Nothing is wrong, Hermes. I just feel like something is off. Nothing your big, strong, sexy, tall, amazing dad can’t take care of.” He patted his child on the head affectionately.

(Oli stared down at his lute thoughtfully, quietly, as if it held all of the answers he needed. “The plains biome is super old, right?”

Pix leaned forward. “The plains biome was the first.”)

Hermes sighed and wrapped his dad in a hug before darting off to play with his toys. He’d just have to talk to his Papi later.

Joel returned to staring out over the plains below, his eyes glowing bright green as he took it all in.

(“Joel wanted to be a god this season. He reached out to the magic of the plains and asked to be powerful, to be tall and handsome and sexy and capable of bending the world to his whim. And the plains, the oldest and most powerful biome, ever adaptable, reached back.”)

Behind him, the fountain of godliness and power and generosity gleamed and glowed gently in the encroaching twilight. Joel sat on the edge as he took it in, carelessly letting his clothes soak the water in.

(“You saw the strings, Oli. Dozens upon dozens, floating through the sky. But the strings didn't come from nothing. Which begs the question, what is anchoring them on the other end?”)

But what Joel could not see were the strings wrapped around his own throat. Every inch of him had a string, wrapping tightly and loosely, twine and wire and strings, strings, strings, more than Pixlriffs, more than Jimmy, weaving between the threads of his clothes and under his skin and-

His clothes dripped strings like water droplets as he let them soak.

(Oli and Pix both turned to take in the hundreds of strings flowing towards Stratos, floating in the distance. The gleaming city was enveloped in ominous green light. “We’ll reach the capital by tomorrow at noon,” Pix murmured, and Oli shivered in the rapidly cooling night.)

Joel could not see that the water was radiating bright green, and that the water was not water at all, but a fountain of twisting, glowing, writhing string.

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Gem is PANICKING not only did she score a date with the most feared empress in the world aka False she also leaned said empress is a massive dork who loves birds. And she was currently running around the grimlands castle trying to figure out what to do, what to wear, where she’ll be going there’s to much to decide!?

Now Fwhip and Sausage love their little sister and as entertaining as it was to see her panicking about going on a date with a woman who admittedly isn’t as terrifying as her reputation makes her out to be anyway. They can see this is going no where fast so they called in the big guns. Tango and Mumbo arrived to see gem collapsed over a pile of clothing letting out sad caribou noises and realized they have a lot of work ahead of them…

Look it’s not False’s fault she got a reputation as a warrior queen who has no time for shenanigans that’s what happens when you live in a place that’s constantly filled with thunderstorms and territorial conflicts! But that’s what she signed up for after winning the crown from trial by combat the last thing she expected was to land a date with the world’s foremost expert on jewel and wither magic! She was freaking out what did she even see in her she was buff as hell-I mean she proved she can bend solid netherite with her bare hands-due to her line of work, she towers over the woman, and that’s not even including the fact she’s got an aviary of the rarest and deadliest birds on the planet at her beck and call!

So cue her slumping in her throne brooding over this issue while her best friends Grian and Xisuma watch this going on before giving a shared look of “time to call in the big guns”. Said big guns being Cleo who walked in with the other two seeing false frantically tossing weapons behind her looking like she was trying to choose the perfect one for gem….the three had a very busy week ahead of them to get h this bird brain under control.

Now Tango and Mumbo know they were gonna be in for a challenge but their starting to believe Gem is just oblivious to a fault as she starts rambling over the possible what ifs of the date going wrong it’s a miracle she hasn’t given herself a heart attack with all this stress. While Cleo has had to tell False maybe giving Gem a greatsword the size of two Xisuma’s to Gem as a first date gift maybe not the best idea, or taking her to a battle pit to see people beat the hell out of each other in the Royal viewing box would be a tad over the top. It’s fine to the point both sides met in secret to agree these two either date now or it’s never gonna happen.

Little did they know while they were meeting both Gem and False met up and started said date with lord and lots of tension in the air until false saw a pair of doves land on Gem’s antlers and giggled…for there it was hook, line, and sinker. As the date went on they went to all sorts of places in False’s domain! The royal fighting arena where gem sat on False’s leg-seriously how does a woman become 9ft tall on a diet like hers?!-in the Royal viewing box, showed Gem her empire’s street food, she even got to visit its grand archive which nearly made Gem faint on the spot….yeah needless to say this wasn’t gonna be a one time deal.

The thing is, they're both used to the things they love about each other being turn offs for other people.

False isn't dainty and feminine enough. She's tall and she's strong and she's a little awkward and unsure of herself. Gem is too assertive and smart, she knows what she wants and that scares most suitors away. Not that Gem has a problem with that - definitely not.

And as False rambled about doves, the awkwardness melted away. It felt like both of them were taking a breath of fresh air for the first time. For once, their supposed 'flaws' were something to be celebrated and loved. They felt like kids again, holding hands as False led Gem down the back alleys of her kingdom.

Sure, they got a bit of a scolding when they got back. fWhip and Sausage were freaking out, what if their sister got hurt?! Whilst it's been a long time since Cleo has managed to lose False entirely. But when they finally find the pair - red faced and grinning - they know they're a perfect match.