#this new phase of my life where i have some s p a c e to cook up something delectable to share with this world >:)

[corneater3000]

there has been a ton of grief around this part of my life and the current things that are in transition but i have learned so much these past couple of months and leaned into myself/spirit to such a deeper level than i’ve even felt capable of accessing these past few years and i think when the dust settles i will look back on these days as the beginning of something huge and wonderful

[arctichotch]

cillian murphy fluff alphabet

now, i am not really someone to write about real people however i have been on a cillian murphy phase since i saw a quiet place 2 and it just won’t go away so i tried writing to see what happened. 

i know cillian is a quiet, private guy and i beyond respect that and the fact he has a family and i just want it to be known i mean no harm or disrespect by writing about him. just trying to channel my ‘obsession’ into something creative or whatever. enjoy

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

He loves your passion for everything in your life. Your friends, family, hobbies, for your relationship with him. He loves that you care so much about things other people wouldn’t notice. He also loves how kind and giving you are to those in your life.

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

He loves all of your body of course, but perhaps his favourite is your hands. He loves to hold them and he loves to feel them running through his hair in the morning before he’s even fully woken up.

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

He is a koala bear. He attaches himself to you without even thinking about it. In the mornings you wake up with him practically on top of you, his legs wrapped in yours and his arms around you. He just loves cuddling and you love how soft and comfortable he is when it’s just you two at home.

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

He’s a traditional kinda guy, he likes to go for walks and nice romantic dinners. He likes to try to stay out of the media as much as he can so if he’s afraid of a media circus he’ll like to stay home and cook for you both and then watch a movie or something like that.

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

He’s very open and  communicative. If there’s an issue he likes to talk it out with you. He’s mature, and despite your younger age you are too and that’s why your relationship works. You both make a conscious effort to communicate and share whatever you are feeling, especially if they are negative emotions.

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

Cillian would love to have a family with you but if you don’t want that then that’s cool too! He has his boys and is happy with whatever you decide.

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

He loves gifts, he thinks of it as yet another way to show his love for you. He doesn’t go wild but he loves to treat you every now and then with whatever you want!

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

He loves to hold hands. It’s a pretty mild show of PDA so he doesn’t mind doing it in public. It helps him feel grounded in the wildness of going out.

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

I think he’d panic quietly but remain calm on the outside. He’d do anything he could in helping you get better.

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

Sometimes but not too often. I don’t really know what else to say for this one I have no idea tbh

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

He loves kissing you. Little kisses in the morning over breakfast chats and full on, heavy makeouts on the couch in the evenings. He just loves kissing you.

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

In so many ways. He does so much, small touches, helping you when you’re tired, constant texts and calls when you are away from eachother.

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

Probably when you both were out for a walk and he finally gathered his nerves enough to kiss you for the first time as you reached the peak of the mountain.

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

Losing someone he loves.

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

He’s constantly talking to himself. You’ll be coming down the stairs and hear him talking and think he’s on the phone or someone is visiting so you’ll be quiet but you’ll walk in and see he’s alone, just talking to himself. You just laugh and go over and kiss him on the cheek because it is such an endearing habit.

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

Love, darling, any other like personal nickname you may have

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

He loves to show you movies he enjoys and taking you to the cinema to see new movies. He tells you all about what he liked about the script and the directing. You love watching him so in his element. He also loves to show you music he grew up listening to.

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

(literally can not think of anything my creative well has run dry i think)

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

Very open. Cillian doesn’t really see the point in keeping secrets from you since you are the person he trusts most in the world.

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

Bloody ages! You both kept denying the feelings that were building up between you. Everyone around you was patiently waiting for you both to finally get together and were relieved when you finally did.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

He gets a bit quiet and loses his energy. He likes to hang around and do things he enjoys with you.

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

He’s proud of his career and how he manages to balance his public life with his private life. He doesn’t like to flaunt about with anything in his life and likes to keep his relationship with you as private as possible.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

He’s not much of a fighter, in fact, you both barely have proper fights, more just minor disagreements. He would fight beside you for the rest of your lives together if that’s what you needed.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

Very well. He knows exactly what you need when you’re feeling down and knows exactly how to tell how you are feeling.

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

He’d take you on a walk up the mountain where you had your first kiss and drop to one knee as you’re looking out at the view of the Irish landscape.

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

Hanging out on the couch with you running your hands through his hair while you both watch some mindless comedy that’s on the tv. It’s all he wants after a tough time doing boring interviews he doesn’t care about at all.

[serendipityunho]

Lick

× genre: smut, everyone is filthy rich × pairing: San x Reader (fem.) × word count: 4.7k × warnings: explicit language, mentions of alcohol, smoking, fingering, oral, clit play, dirty talk, explicit sex, marijuana use

× synopsis:The only excitement at this boring extravagant party was the taste of a random kid’s lips on yours mixed with the devil’s lettuce, who happens to be the son of the CEO your parents partnered with. It couldn’t get any better than that. 

☁️: i don’t smoke weed, but that shit is lowkey hot, especially when you end up shot-gunning with a slicked-back-blonde-hair san.

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You never knew what the point of holding such extravagant parties was. Did they really donate proceeds to charity, or was that another cold lie your parents fed the guests apart from the disgusting over-priced cheese and caviar? 

It was nights like these where you wanted nothing but to go home and empty the fridge or possibly passed out face flat onto a lawn at some random frat party you found yourself in. Anything would be better than standing in feet-aching heels at a party with no one to talk to. 

If you earnt a dollar for every time you welcomed guests and greeted them with your million dollar realistic fake smile, you’d become a billionaire, rich enough to buy your parent’s company and probably two others. Your cheeks were aching just as much as your feet with the number of times you had to smile through the pain of talking to business people about their stupid taxes and so on. 

“You might want to slow down on the tarts, dear, there are guests you know” It wasn’t like anybody bothered to get their hands crumby with the tarts, so why not do it for them?

“That’s your fault for inviting so many people, mother” You didn’t even need to take a glance at her to know she rolled her eyes into another dimension at your snarky comment. 

“Behave” To be completely honest, it was quite satisfying seeing your mother fed up with you. It could possibly teach her a thing or two. It was honestly the least you could do after living a life many wished for. If only they knew the consequences of actually living it. 

It felt like the walls were closing in with every passing second you stayed inside, surrounded by countless bodies that wanted nothing to talk about money and other materialistic desires. You felt disgusted with every fibre of your body as you take a swift glance at your parents, putting on a show with the same plastic smiles as their snake tongues lure the interests of tycoons.

The longer you stayed here, the more you wanted to throw up from basking in overly expensive perfume and cologne. Your cheeks were on the verge of seizing from the smiles, it was exhausting.

It felt even more suffocating, literally, as you squeeze passed guests and avoiding the urge to knock over the sparkling champagne glass in their hands. The balcony seemed to be the only place of refuge. Sliding the glass door, you stepped outside into the midst of breezy night with slight shivers travelling up your body.

You felt like you can breathe again after escaping out into the open. The chatters and laughs muffled as you slide the glass door closed again, turning your back on the faces to bask in the chilly air with nothing but a loose satin dress short enough to hide the case of cigarettes strapped to your thigh. 

The balcony was long, it wrapped around one entire side and halfway around the other. It got colder as you dipped around the corner, perfect and away from prying eyes. You hiked up your dress slightly, taking the case of cigarettes strapped to your thigh before holding it between your lips. 

If your parents ever found out you were one of those tobacco users, they’d blame you for tarnishing their reputation with ridiculously absurd malicious headlines, ‘Heiress of Multimillion-Dollar Company or a Tobacco Addict?’ ‘The Irony of a Smoker Running A Biomedical Company’.  It was as if it were the apocalypse if they’d ever catch you, not that you would let them.

“Those things kill you fast, you know?” You were in the middle of a drag of your cigarette before a voice jolted you up from your spot, making you spin around to a man leaning against the wall.

“I’m counting on it” You were only joking of course.

“So what’s a pretty girl like you doing out here smoking?” The man kicked himself off the wall before stepping into the more lit area of the balcony.

“You can’t call me pretty if you don’t know me” Your lips kissed the cigarette again, blowing smoke between your lips as you stared out into the city from the rails of your penthouse balcony. 

“What if I do know you?” His features were sharp under the dim lighting, cheekbones stood out very prominently as his feline eyes left your jaw dropped. He was truly astonishing.

“I don’t seem to know who you are” You turned to face him, getting a better observation at his god-like features as you held the cigarette over the railing.

“I’m Choi San” Now that was a name that had rung a few rusty bells in your head.

“Don’t tell me you’re the Choi San of-” 

“Choi Biomedical Technologies? Yes, I’m that Choi San”

Almost half of all hospitals had the equipment and resources produced by San’s father in use day and night. Fortunately enough, the company had decided to pair with your parent’s medical research and company. 

“Funny enough, I don’t see your face around often” 

“It’s pointless to just show my face at a party where I don’t have fun” San shoved his hands in the pockets of his pants, shuffling a bit in his spot before finally turning his face towards you. 

Now you could clearly see everything, and my, he was indeed a masterpiece. You were amazed at how he managed to slick back his hair without the look of heavy hair products glistening under the light. 

“So what made you show up to this one?” If there was any way possible that excused you from attending these parties, you’d take it in a heartbeat. 

“To see what the hype was all about, my father’s tried setting me up with many girls when I don’t go. So I figured if I showed up just once, he’d finally leave me alone” 

“And did he?”

“Why do you think I’m out here?” San smirked as he ran his hand through his hair, staring down at your cigarette.

“Sounds pitiful” You bring your hand up, holding the slow killer against your lips before puffing one out into the air.

“May I?” San nodded towards the cigarette, eyes drooping at the sight of it between your lips.

“You don’t spike me as a smoker” You handed the stick over to him, watching him take a drag before smoke escapes pass his lips. 

“You’d be surprised about other things” San grimaced at the cigarette before handing it back to you and looking out into the city.

“Like what?” Now you were genuinely curious.

A smirk crawled up San’s face as he faced you again, eyeing you with curious eyes before licking his teeth. You could tell he was trying to avoid your question, but it just worked your curiosity even more.

“What are you doing out here?” You scoffed at San’s diversion, turning around to rest your forearms against the rails. 

“For a smoke obviously, and my feet hurt from walking around” You shook off the ash from the cigarette, hesitantly bringing the nearly finished stick up to your lips once again.

“You always smoke at parties?”  

“Only when I have to”

“What made you tonight?” 

“Look at that and tell me you don’t want to get out of there” San didn’t have to look to know what you were referring to. In fact, he felt exactly the same.

“You know, I have something better than this,” San plucked the cigarette out from your lips and threw it off the balcony before reaching in his jacket, pulling out a small clear bag of what seemed to look like chopped up parsley “, that would relax you”.

“What the fuck?” Your eyes widen as you finally realise what was in front of you. This guy really just stored weed in his jacket like it was nothing. 

“What? Have you never tried?” You shook your head, eyeing the green flakes sitting in its little ziplock bag. 

“I never knew where to get it-”

“Wow, look at that!” You could’ve sworn your head was about to rip right off your neck from how fast you swerved behind.

Silhouettes of guests fill the floor as a few flooded out into the balcony, making your heart race as you assured San to put the bag back in his jacket. Thankfully, the two of you were around the corner which let you dodge a bullet from noisy guests.

“Shit” As much as you wanted to smoke whatever San offered, it was too risky out here even behind the unlit corner of your balcony.

“I know a place where we can-”

“No, I can’t leave the building, they won’t let me” Your parents have had enough of you to strict you from leaving the party, mainly to keep a close eye on you and prevent anything that would blacken their name.

“Does your bathroom have a big window?” San fixed his jacket before stepping aside, walking around the corner with you following behind.

“Yeah, but it’ll look suspicious if we go upstairs together” You immediately spot your parents the moment you stepped back inside, no surprise they were buttering up more guests.

“The more you think about it, the more it’ll look suspicious” Technically, it wasn’t that hard staying out of your parent’s vision as they chattered away with more people and sipping on their champagne. 

San stayed behind you as you quickly trod up the stairs to the second level, quietness flushing over you as the party stayed below. San appeared not long after, inspecting the new surrounding as you opened the door to your bathroom. 

The marble glistened the moment you flicked on the lights, most of which doesn’t seem to phase San one bit. The door locked behind you as you unlatched the window, letting the cold air in as well as making it an escape for your smoke.

“What kind of shower is that?” San snickered. You honestly have no clue either.

“I don’t know, we don’t use this bathroom” You always questioned why your mother had such a desire for homes with more than enough rooms, it was pointless really.

“So your family’s like that too huh?” San pulled out the little bag again, placing it on to the marble counter before reaching for something else. 

“Like what?” You stared at yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair as you patted smudged mascara underneath your eyes.

“Money this, money that?” Your eyes turned down to San, packing the green flakes into a thin piece of paper. 

“It’s sickening” You were just glad you managed to escape the trap of falling into the mindset of materialistic wealth and whatnot.

“It’s surprising to finally find someone like me” 

“Like you? So you’re telling me all those campaigns and charities are bullshit too?” San’s father always loved taking every chance he got to host events beneficial to his company.

“Blatant lie, every single one of them” San sounded embarrassed, ashamed of his family’s immoral choices.

You almost feel sorry for him, but yet again, your family was exactly like that too. You couldn’t judge him one bit, not that you would anyways. Nowadays, you were always met with rich privileged dickheads boasting about which Rolex they bought with their ‘daddy’s’ black card.

“Lick” San brought the rolled stick up to your lips as you sat on the counter, waiting for you to the seal it up for him.

His eyes locked onto yours as he stood in front of you. Without taking yours off his, you stick your tongue out, swiping across the thin paper before letting San close off the stick.

“Where’d you buy it?” If you didn’t have eyes watching you 24/7, you’d be at some random back alley buying as much devil lettuce as you want and possibly smoking it at some random back alley. 

San, without a doubt, would have security with him all the time. The fact that he managed to obtain weed was questioning.

“A friend of mine sells it from his gym” San tapped your lip with the stick before flicking the lid off of his Zippo lighter, letting the flame spark as it flickered close to the end of the stick.

“Smart” The paper burnt black as it shrivelled from the flame. San set the lighter down onto the counter, packing away the contents of your little construction before taking off his suit jacket. You could’ve sworn his shirt was about to unbutton, not that you were complaining.

“If you ever need, look for Jongho down at the gym besides the 7/11 parking lot, call for Wooyoung if he isn’t there” 

“There’s a lot of 7/11′s” You took a hit of the stick, head instantly feeling lighter as your eyes drooped a bit.

“There’s only one 7/11 with a parking lot downtown with a gym next to it” 

Your feet dangled off the ground, heels clanking against the counter as you let your sore feet take a break from walking on tiptoes all night. San hung his jacket on the hook by the door, rolling up his sleeves up to his forearms as he nodded towards the stick. Boy, those arms were nice.

The hit did a lot more than expected, it was worth the wait, and the risk. You take the stick from your lips, pressing it against San’s as you take the strap on your thigh off with the cigarette case on it.

“You should quit while you can” San muffled, blowing the smoke towards the window as he leaned against the counter with his hands either side of you, still keeping a distance between his body and yours. You honestly wish he was closer though.

“I already know it’s going to be hard” You almost instantly regretted buying your first pack of cigarettes, if you knew what withdrawals were at the time, you would’ve never had pressed that toxic stick against your lips.

“It’s better than ending up black lungs” San raised his brows, letting you take the stick from his lips for another hit.

“I’m gonna need more of these if I start quitting” 

“You can keep the ones I brought tonight” You gulped at the closing distance between you and San, the dangling chain around his neck hitting against his chest every time he moved wasn’t making it any easier to stay reserved.

“I’ll pay you back”

“Don’t bother. Consider it a gift” 

“A gift for what?”

“Being decent I guess” You were so tempted to blow this smoke into his face.

“You’re decent too I guess” More than decent actually, but you were too scared to say that. After all, you only met him ten minutes ago. 

Your head felt lighter than the clouds, it was everything better than your average smoke. Now you were definitely going to attempt quitting.

“How is it?” San smiled softly, droopy-eyed as he slumped forward towards you with arms caging you in.

“This shit is amazing” You almost choke while pulling the stick from your lips, making San chuckle in such a deep but mesmerising voice, faintly showing off his dimple you didn’t know he had.

“This is probably the most fun I’ve had at these parties” San chuckled, tilting his head to the side as you press the stick back onto his soft lips once again.

“I have you to thank for that” Your heart was on the verge of jumping out of your chest as you stared at San’s devilish smirk. There was that hint of cockiness in him that had attracted you to grown to like him.

“I guess you could call it fate” San flickered back and forth between your eyes, blowing smoke out from the side of his mouth before giving the stick back to you.

“You know what would be more fun?” You couldn’t really stop yourself from saying anything further. But, you really wanted to just pop that button on his shirt that’s been on the brink of slipping out of its hold.

“Don’t say you have more drugs up your dress”

“Kiss me” You said nice and slowly enough for San to comprehend, you couldn’t help but bite down on your lip at your sudden boost of confidence, giggling at San’s bewildered face.

“You know, that would be fun” San smirked, grabbing a quick hit before locking his lips onto yours, smoke plummeting into your mouth as your fingers tangle in his hair with his body pushing between your legs.

“Oh yeah, this is so much better” Your arms slung around his neck as you inched yourself closer to the edge of the counter, pressing your cunt against the bulge in his pants as your legs cage him against you with his arms doing the same to you.

“I’ve wanted to do this since I saw you outside” San moaned against your lips as he subconsciously pushed his hips forward, grinding against your sopping wet cunt.

“Then why didn’t you?” Your forehead rests against San’s with a hand tangled his hair as the other slides down his chest, hooking your finger onto his chain.

“I thought you were one of those bimbos who say ‘daddy’ too much” It was quite insulting to know you’d given off those vibes, but who could blame you for wanting to look your best?

“I would’ve figured those were your type of girls” Your lips brush over San’s once again before softly biting it.

“Guess we’re both wrong” San’s hands cupped the bottom of your thighs, smoothing over your skin as he plants a wet kiss on your lips before trailing them down your jaw, making you throw your head back as his lips graze over your sensitive skin, plastering rough kisses all over as you squirmed in pleasure against his hold.

You pushed your hips further, almost falling off the counter if it wasn’t for San’s body pushing against you and his hard crotch grinding against your soaked pussy. San’s hand slid up and down your leg before hiking under your dress, scrunching the satin material up to your waist as you squeezed his forearm.

You could feel your arousal soaking every inch of your panties as San’s hand runs across the skin of your waist, thumb rubbing the bottom of your bralette as you pushed his head closer to yours for another sopping kiss. A low groan from the back of his throat only made your head lighter in lust as you slowly pop the buttons off his shirt.

Looking back, you never thought you’d end up in the bathroom making out high with a semi-stranger. But, it was better than floating in a pool of rich narcissistic fucks. 

San’s chest frees as you rip open his shirt, letting him drop it to the ground as your fingers trace over the lining of his defined abs. Your nipples harden as San’s fingers slip under your bralette, cupping your breast in one hand as your nipple rolls between his fingers.

A wet stain was probably evident against San’s crotch area from your subconscious grinding. It was nothing a blow dryer couldn’t fix.

You could feel his cock throbbing under his pants against your pussy. A hand glides down from his abs and down to the belt of his pants, fumbling with it before scrunching his pants down to his thighs along with his boxers, freeing his pulsating cock against your thigh. 

San’s tongue swiped across your bottom lip as he drove his hand down your thigh, inching his thumb towards your clothed clit and rubbing it slowly as your wetness soaked through your panties. Your fingers remain tangled in his hair as the other hand grasped his cock firmly, thumb swiping over his slit before pumping slowly.

“Fuck” San groaned against your lips, cock twitching in your hold as you smear his precum over his reddened tip. 

You clenched around nothing as San dragged your panties down to the ground, letting your bare ass sit on the cold marble counter as his thumb circled at your clit. Your legs ache from staying in the air with nowhere to rest upon other than San’s waist. 

“Oh my god” A breathy moan escapes from your lips as San presses his fingers against your folds, coating them in your juices as he slides them up and down before pushing them into your hole.

“I want you so bad- fuck” San pumped two fingers in and out of you with your juices glistening on his fingers. 

“Nothing’s stopping you” You cupped his face, shooting an assuring look before planting a sloppy wet kiss on his lips before he kissed down your neck again, moving much faster down to your collarbone and just the top of your breasts before lowering his body.

San’s fingers were still buried deep in you, pumping steadily as his face reached down to your thighs, smothering the inside with his soft kisses before moving over to your clit. It throbbed intensely as San let his tongue press flat against it before circling it around.

You gripped San’s hair tightly, legs quivering on San’s shoulders as he lapped at your pussy, dragging his fingers in and out of your tight hole. Thankfully, the chatter down below was loud enough for your sinful doings to be covered up. 

“Right there- oh fuck” San’s tongue flicked rapidly against your clit before sliding it up and down your slit with his thumb now circling around your clit and hands flat against your stomach, holding your dress up.

“Mhm” It was a soft moan against your core that got you going crazy. You needed more than just his tongue, you needed him.

You cupped the side of San’s head with both hands before pulling him back up to your lips, letting the tip of his cock twitch at your entrance, slipping with your juices and his precum. San hooked an arm around your back, hugging your close as he kissed you hungrily, tongue lapping everywhere with yours.

“Look in that drawer” San pulled back, tilting his head to see which one you were talking about before gripping the knob and pulling it out.

“I thought you said no one uses this bathroom” A pack of condoms appeared from below as San rips the box open, pulling one out and ripping it with his teeth before spitting the foil to the side. 

“That’s exactly why I stored them there” You grabbed latex, rolling it down his cock as he threw his head back with a groan.

“Mhmmfuck” Your mouth hanged wide at the stretch of San’s dick sliding into you, taking a few breaths before letting him move. 

“Fucking christ, so tight” San groaned against your neck before pecking it, slowly thrusting his hips into you as your legs lazily wrap around his waist.

You weren’t sure if you were able to keep your moans to a minimum when San was breathing down your neck like this and hips rolling into you smoothly. God hope the commotion below was loud enough to save you.

San rolled his hips, burying his cock deep in you as he moved slowly. Your head pounded like crazy his hands roamed every inch of your body, squeezing everywhere he could, literally, get his hands on.

The pleasure immediately flooded your head as San quickened his pace, pumping waves of pleasure throughout your body with each thrust. Your forehead rests against his as your lips hover over San’s, brushing ever so lightly as they part.

“Ohmygod yesyes” The sound of skin slapping against skin bounced off the walls as San grunted loudly, tensing his abs with each hard thrust.

Your moans were almost high-pitched as San knocked the air out of your lungs, gripping on to your thighs for dear life as your hands travelled up and down from his chest to his toned abs.

“You like that? Hm?” A smirk crawled its way onto his face as he gazed at you with hooded eyes, still fucking the daylights out of you as your breasts bounced in their place.

“Yes, oh my god- fuck yesnnghaa” You absolutely love the way San’s hips rolled against yours, it was like riding a rollercoaster to heaven and you weren’t even riding anything.

“You like the way I fuck this perfect little cunt of yours?” San grunted through a clenched jaw, slamming his hips against yours, making you gasp wildly for air.

“Fuckfuckyes- yes!” Your hand slapped behind San’s neck as he rutted into you like no tomorrow, sending your head to a cloud of nothingness except lust and pleasure. 

“Mhmffuck you’re so perfect” San’s lips attacked yours once again, you could care less about the slobbering mess, it was actually kind of hot. 

San held hugged you close as your legs gave him no chance of withdrawal as his dick continuously hits the spot of limitless pleasure, sending your breath straight out the window. A whine falls from your parted lips as your face scrunches in pleasure with brows furrowed deeply as your foreheads touch.

“S-So close- mmphh” Your legs quivered with every passing second, skin becoming sensitive with every touch as San cherished your body against his.

San quicked his thrusts, literally knocking you back further as he plunges his hips harder against yours. A bundle of pleasure in the pit of your stomach starts to go wild, seizing with every thrust made to reach the spot inside you that you could never reach. 

Your walls clench tightly around his cock like you were holding on for dear life, slamming your lips against San’s to muffle your sickly moans as he rammed into you. It was like floating in a utopia filled with nothing but euphoric bliss as your vision went blurry with San’s grunting against your ear.

“Oh fuck! Yes ohmygodddnngghh yesyes-” You gasped sharply, legs starting to quiver as your abdomen tensed from the sudden burst of pleasure ricocheting all around your body to flooding your brain. You could’ve sworn you went cross-eyed for a bit. 

“A little bit moremmph fuckk” It was only a matter of seconds before San rutted hard into you one last time before spewing his release into the latex, moaning wildly against your lips as he hugged you closer than before.

Your body subconsciously spazzed subtly as San slowly slid himself out from your hole, letting his cock twitch against your thigh as his forehead rests against yours. It was a comfortable silence that washed over the two of you, there was nothing but the sound of your desperate pants of deprived breath. 

It felt like everything had frozen at that moment when San’s eyes met yours, it was like you had just seen a thousand stars pooling in his eyes when he pecked your lip. 

You pulled back to get a better look, still accumulating your clear vision as San rolled off the latex without looking down, discarding it in the trash can beside you. A small bead of sweat lined the side of his face, making you pat it away with a tissue you pulled from the box behind you. 

“Your makeup’s ruined” San pulled up his boxers along with his pants, letting it hang at his hips as he leaned forward with his hands rested against the edge of the counter. 

“Not like I’m going anywhere afterwards” You gently dabbed San’s sweat away before throwing the tissue into the trash, leaning back on your arms with San still inches away from your face.

“I can try to sneak you out” San whispered, gazing deeply into your eyes as you did the same.

“Now why would you want to do that?” 

“To have proper fun” San pushed himself off the counter, reaching down for your panties that had been plastered onto the floor just ages ago before carefully sliding them back up your leg and holding your ass in the process, caressing it gently.

“We just had our fun” You wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your chest against his naked one as you hopped off the counter.

“I have a feeling we’ll be seeing each other quite often” 

“I’m actually counting on it” You traced your finger along the outline of his pecks before landing a soft kiss on his lips one last time.

“Music to my ears”

“Hm?”

“Party’s over, sweetheart”

_

Copyright © 2020 by serendipityunho      All Rights Reserved

[sctanic]

『 dove cameron. twenty-one. cis woman. she/her. 』 oh heavens, is that THEODORA ‘THEO’ KENNEDY from SYCAMORE WAY i see roaming around mapleview? minnie may’s always calling them -BEWILDERING & -EXTEMPORANEOUS. i happen to think they’re not that bad! they’re a pretty cool PARANORMAL INVESTIGATOR and every time i’ve seen them, they’ve always been +BEWITCHING & +UNBIASED. i hope i see them around again!

hi everyone! i’m nico and i am so happy to be here. it’s been so long since i’ve played theo and i’ve been searching for a place she’d fit in for ages. i apologize for the length of my intro and fully do not expect anyone to actually read the entire thing but if you do and you like what you read, don’t hesitate to give it a like or send me a message to plot!

trigger warnings; parental death, murder, sexual assault, abuse, alcohol, drugs

S T A T I S T I C S

full name : theodora jane kennedy nickname: theo, t.j, teddy to a select few   date of birth  :  september 1, 1999 age : twenty-one height : 5′1″ sexuality :  pansexual   relationship status : taken by sonny deluca children : river and regan deluca, twins, nearly two years old. occupation  :  paranormal investigator for ghost adventures aesthetic  :  dried blood, cigarette smoke, spilled red wine, ripped jeans over fishnets, abandoned houses, late night walks through cemeteries, combat boots, smudged mascara, bruised skin, leather jackets, old film cameras, black lipstick, nightmares, dried out flowers.

P E R S O N A L I T Y

positive traits : bewitching, unbiased, passionate   negative traits : bewildering, extemoraneous, impulsive likes : the occult, rebellion, horror movies, the smell of fall, cinnamon   dislikes : pizza, romcoms, gender norms, willy wonka, early mornings myer-briggs : ISFP enneagram : type 8

B I O G R A P H Y

╰     ‘  theodora kennedy was born on september 1, 1999 in a small town on long island, new york to a young couple. daniel and christina kennedy already had a six year old son when they welcomed their daughter into the world and although she had not been planned, they were happy to have her. for the first five years of her life, theo had everything, but that all changed on christmas eve of 2004.

╰     ‘  what they thought was an attempted robbery gone wrong left the kennedy family broken. as theo and her older brother hid in the closet and watched from the crack between the door and the frame, christina was shot 4 times repeatedly and left dead. — it would take one whole year for authorities to find out that her own husband was responsible for it.

╰     ‘  no, daniel kennedy didn’t pull the trigger. and no, he didn’t break into his own house but his past life of crime brought upon the tragedy. before meeting and setting down with christina, daniel had been involved in a sketchy lifestyle — drugs, alcohol, parties and crime. he bought, he dealt, he stole and he owed a lot of money. when he didn’t meet his deadline he was warned what would happen, and they had been true to their word. if he couldn’t offer them the money they would take something else, something money couldn’t buy. his wife, and the mother to his two children.

╰     ‘  that christmas was a dark one. there were no celebrations and the kids didn’t open their presents. the new year just brought dread and slowly the kennedy’s began to spiral. daniel began to fall back into his olf lifestyle of partying and crime as a coping mechanism. he became involved with the wrong people once more, people he called ‘old friends’ and more times than not his son jack, who was only eleven at the time, was left to care for his sister, theo.

╰     ‘  the death of a mother would be hard for anyone, but witnessing it had really ruined theodora. she stopped socializing, stopped speaking. her father still swears that she didn’t speak a single word for 3 years, and that may have been true. night terrors and flash backs took over her once pleasant dreams.

╰     ‘  after falling back into his prior way of life, mr. kennedy found himself unemployed. it was really no surprise, he would miss shifts at the auto body shop and when he did show up he was under the influence of something and incapable of doing much of anything and with no steady income, they lost their house. however, with every storm comes a rainbow and although they lost nearly everything they did get to move in with daniel’s parents, theo’s grandparents who she absolutely adored.

╰     ‘  grandma and grandpa kennedy weren’t your everyday grandparents. they didn’t knit blankets and play bingo, no, they owned the town funeral home, situated on a graveyard and lived atop of it. grandpa was a funeral director and grandma a mortician. while daniel had grown up in the funeral home, he wasn’t much phased and his new habits left him home rarely. jack hated it. he avoided the parlor at all costs and refused to tell his friends where it was he was living but theo had never felt more comfortable, surrounded by death.

╰     ‘  at only six, she began tagging along with her grandparents while they worked. she learned how to embalm bodies and prepare them for their final rest. of course her interest in the dead and the fact that she lived in a funeral home was a subject of ridicule in school. even in kindergarten she was picked on for it. she instantaneously became the ‘weird girl’. as she got older the bullying got worse, but it made her tough. she didn’t need friends, she had her interests to keep her busy and she liked to believe the dead were her friends. she’d often spend time in the morgue or out in the cemetery, making up lives in her head for the deceased and searching for answers.

╰     ‘  her interest in the occult began very early. she loved anything mysterious and dark. her first report in elementary school was on ed and lorraine warren, her biggest inspirations even back then and ever since she has longed to be the next lorraine. her intuition to the dead is strong and her sensitivity is high. she was told early on by a psychic friend of her grandparents that she had a gift and although they told her that she would one day be able to use it to help the living, she knew right away she wanted to use it to help the dead — the souls not at rest.

╰     ‘  by sixteen theo’s relationship with her father was nonexistent. he was absent most of her life, in and out of jail and always under the influence of drugs. and when he was around, he was abusive. she spent her whole life fearing him and while her brother jack strived to be everything their father was not, to make him proud, theo found herself slowly becoming everything her father was. she was skipping school to smoke in the cemetery and drinking alcohol from her fathers stash alone in her room. she tried to drown out her demons by self medicating. she found herself at house parties and in strangers beds regularly. she was her own worst nightmare. she was becoming the person her peers had made her out to be, a monster. she was mean and bitter and mad at the world, and so very young.

╰     ‘  at seventeen her world turned upside down one more time. a small town murder made the news and left the locals panicked. was there a serial killer on the loose? were they in danger? would the killer ever get caught? a witness met with the police and a sketch was made of the suspect and shared with the world via the local news — and theo knew instantly who it was. she had spent the last week hearing about the brutal murder of a young seventeen year old girl. she had been drugged, sexually assaulted and eventually choked to death. it was ugly and it was inhuman — and it was her father. she was sure of it. with shaky hands and the approval of her grandparents, she called the police and reported her father. after 3 months and a very long trial, he was sentenced to life in prison and for the first time in years, she could finally breathe.

╰     ‘  at eighteen, theodora applied for an internship with the ghost adventures team in vegas and by some miracle she was accepted. it only took six months for them to welcome her to the team full time, making her the youngest member of the crew. she found a family in her ghost adventures crew, looking up to zak bagans like the father figure she never had. her new job and new found family really helped pull her away from the dark path she was going down.

╰     ‘  she soon after moved to vegas, the glitz and glam and partying was dangerous and tempting but her work crew did their best to steer her in the right direction, it was there — in vegas that theo met sonny deluca.

╰     ‘  sonny showed up at theo’s door one morning with his mission partner, asking to talk to her about the book of mormon. one day later he showed back up alone. four days later he was leaving his mission and moving in. it happened quick and they fell fast. theo didn’t think she was capable of loving anyone, especially not in the way that she loves sonny. it only took four days for him to knock down her walls and expose her soft interior. 

╰     ‘  it did not take very long into their relationship to learn that they were expecting, not just one baby but twins. both scared and excited, they decided to keep the babies and make the impulsive decision to move. mapleview was their destination, the perfect place to raise a family. they got a house and prepared for the birth of their children.  

╰     ‘  still together, sonny and theo now have a set of twins, almost two year old son, river and daughter regan. they are the light of theo’s life and everyday she strives to be better for their sake. without her family, she would be in a very bad place. she’s positive of it.

[fanfiction-inc]

Hey girl! Can I request a NSFW Alphabet for Faith Seed with a female S/O? Gotta get some of that WLW going 😊 Thanks!

Howdy! I am so sorry for the delay, my dear. A bit of writers block has hit, but I have FINALLY finished your request! I hope you enjoy! 

 A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex) 

Oh, the cuddle queen has arrived! Faith Seed is one of the sweetest girls when it comes to aftercare. Kisses all over your face and skin, sweetened little touches along your bare skin that are similar to designs she'd doodle in the notes she'd leave for you when she's gone. Bringing you to sit with her under the warm water of the bathtub you two are sitting in, fingers tracing through your hair and grazing your tummy just to hold onto you. "You're so pretty when you're coming down from the high." "Only because you make me like that, sweetheart." 

 B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) 

She absolutely adores your eyes. Your eyes are always so captivating, showing her every emotion. When she has you in her arms, she sees the comfort resting in them. When she has your legs over her shoulders, lips dancing over your honey pot, she sees the growing need and lust in your gaze. It's chilling and beautiful all in the same, and she adores it. She adores how they speak even when your delicate lips aren't moving. On her, she loves her legs. She loves how she can wrap them around you when you cuddle, how they tangle around your hips when you're in the middle of a heated make out session and how she can wrap them around your neck if you decide to go down on her. Faith is always the kind to wrap her whole body around you in the afterglow, and she adores when your fingers are tracing patterns over her thighs in a sweet brush. 

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person) 

Faith will always love to have a taste of you, lips teasing your thighs with soft pecks before tongue delving into your honey pot. It would be a lie to say she doesn't love when you cum on her tongue or her fingers. To lick off your essence from her fingers and suckle them clean or kiss your lips so you can share the flavor. Faith Seed may seem like an innocent little thing as a sexual partner, but she is a devious little Seed in bed. Though her brothers will never know such. 

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) 

She has always wanted to steal you away, letting the Bliss get the both of you, and keep you hidden from the world during your sexcapades, but you have a life outside of the Bliss fields and she knows she can’t ask such of you. Can’t just take you wherever and however long she wants because that would hold you back. It isn’t always sex, and she knows your unease with using Bliss too much. So she keeps her desires to herself. 

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) 

Faith hasn’t had as much experience as you may have, or maybe you both are inexperienced and just going with the flow. She may not know all that she’s doing but she will try her hardest to make sure that you enjoy yourself and that you both have fun while doing it. There’s no need to worry about lack of experience if she (or both of you) are learning. 

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Oh, it’s a toss up for her. She will always love a traditional ‘69’ position with you due to the benefit of mutual oral, being able to feel you pause when she knows she’s doing good and feel the vibrations against herself when you moan. It’s an automatic favorite, but she also loves the lap dance position. Your back against her chest, her hands playing with your breast and ‘down below’ if she so deems you needing the extra stimulation as you grind against her leg. She LOVES watching you come undone without the need for her fingers to be inside you and the friction alone will leave her dripping in need. 

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) 

Oh goofy all the way. She may take your pleasure seriously but if something were to happen that was borderline comical in bed, she’d be a giggling mess. If you slip off the edge of whatever you’re laying on when she has you to herself, or the tremble of your legs when both of you are still too weak to quite walk right. She can be childish in bed, but it’s something you gotta love. 

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

She may not be a full bush kind of girl, but she also isn’t much of a landing strip or clean shaved kind of girl. She has hair, as most women do, and she keeps it trimmed as much as time allows, but sometimes it gets a little out of hand and has to be dealt with later on. 

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

This. Girl. Loves. Pampering. You. She loves being as intimate with you as possible, be it a slow night with plenty of foreplay and aftercare, or a night where she has teased you until ruin only to give you exactly what you want because you begged so nicely. She’ll leave bliss petals along to wherever you make love so you know where she wants you, tucking a flower in your hair before delivering a kiss to your lips. She’ll massage you if you’re having a bad day and will prepare a bath just for the two of you. This girl loves you like no other and she would do anything in her power to keep you by showing you all the sweetness she could ever muster. 

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) 

She doesn’t always have the time for a good masturbation session, but she will rub one out if the time allows and you’re not around. Usually she’ll do it when she’s so high on bliss, hidden among the fields and letting the fantasies of you running among them fuel her fingers. She’ll listen to your echoing voice, letting every fake sensation of you being there be the fuel for a building orgasm. Only in those times will she let herself release, let herself have her fun, though every time she wished you were really there, wished you were able to help her when she misses you most. 

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) 

Scene play, Switch, Impact play, Praise kink, etc. 

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do) 

The bedroom surprisingly (well, not to most) isn’t the most common place of play for the two of you. The Bliss fields hold residence of most of your sexual phases. They’re the only ones that can hear your moans when she goes down on you, or hear her own. Though that’s not the only place. She enjoys going back to your home for a proper place to lay, but there are times where the couch is closer or the carpet beneath you both seems comfy enough in a Bliss stupor. 

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) 

You! You! You! Everything about you will always get her going, From your beautiful eyes to those lovely lips, the voice that comes out of them is pure music to her ears. Your body alone, no matter what you may deem wrong or imperfect about it, makes her weak in the knees and needs her hands on you. She will always find your body sexy and lust worthy, but she has to limit her temptations as much as possible if she wants to not be a sinner. 

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) 

She will never have sex in Joseph's church. No matter how insistent, she refuses to allow such to happen. Now outside of it is just fine, but inside those doors, and ESPECIALLY during a sermon, that is not only a no but a HELL NO. 

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) 

She is always willing to give because she LOVES when you go into that blissed out, euphoria state. Watching the high get closer and closer and closer before finally falling over the edge. But she will never refuse for you to go down on her, loving that she can watch those lips disappear and those eyes stay focused on her. How she can control how close you are just by wrapping her legs tighter around you or by tugging at your hair if it’s long enough to grab onto. If it’s not, she’ll put her hand on the back of your head to guide you. 

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) 

Often our little siren will focus on slow and sensual, liking to watch the build up before the flood gates open. She adores how passionate moments like these can be with you when there is a slow build present. So much foreplay that you’ll be woozy before she even has you where she wants you. It’s rare to have a fast and rough approach, but if you want it like that, she will do her best to provide such. It all depends on what will make you feel the best when with her. 

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

She will always prefer to have her time with you, but she will take you whenever she can get a chance. Be it fucking you with her fingers or tongue, she just wants you in anyway she can have you. Now if you’re not in the mood, she won’t ask for a quickie, but if you are, expect the Bliss fields to be calling to you. 

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) 

Experimenting is very likely with a pair like you two. Be it lack of experience or knowledge, experimenting is right around the corner. She has always wanted to try new kinks she’s heard of from her brothers, the more excitement she gets from what they do to her, the more she tries to introduce it. Now risky sex is an iffy topic. She’ll use her Bliss fields as a common place for your sexual adventures, but there aren’t really too many places she’ll deem ‘safe’ to experience each other in. 

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) 

With the speed Faith chooses at each point of sex, it’s a battle of extended stamina. She can last round after round, but only as long as you can last. If you get tired, she stops. If she gets tired, she keeps trying and trying until you reassure her that no more rounds are needed. Each round alone can vary in time, the first two being drawn out and slow but the other rounds begin to grow faster and sloppier until finally the last round is just a desperate push for orgasm. 

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Faith may not personally own toys, but perhaps you do, and if that is the case, she is happy to use them on you or herself. She personally loves using a vibrator on you, savoring the way it makes you flinch away if the vibrations are too strong or how your thighs tremble with the vibrations when your orgasm begins to build. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) 

If she doesn’t tease you at some point in the relationship, to the point you’re a puddle of need and a big wet mess, she’s doing everything wrong. Faith adores teasing whenever she isn’t too busy, and whenever you're in the mood. If you want her to pamper you, then she won’t tease too much, but if you both have the sudden strike of mood, hold on darling because she’s gonna make you feel like Heaven while living in Hell. 

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make?) 

Loud. She is like a damn banshee, and especially when you’re going down on her. She’ll silence herself is absolutely needed but there is no way she isn’t letting you know what she is liking. Usually shrill moans and squeaks will leave her lips, the usual pant after the orgasmic-bliss begins to fade and the gasp when something unexpected is done. She’s very vocal, and she doesn’t regret such for a single second. 

W = Wild Card (Random Headcanon) 

Faith is IN LOVE with lingerie. White lingerie with lace or flower patterns, she adores them. Bodysuits, corsets, bustiers and garter belts. She loves to wear them during foreplay, or wear something sexy under her dress that only you will know about. It makes her heart hammer just a bit faster and make everything heightened. 

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) 

Well, as stated for the letter ‘H’, she may not be a full bush kind of girl, but she also isn’t much of a landing strip or clean shaved kind of girl. She’s not the most busty woman, nor is she thicker than a snicker in the hips and ass region. But she works with her assets as well as she can to please you, and God does she know that her body can get you going. 

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) 

She may not be as high as her brothers Jacob and John when it comes to sex drive, but she is up there. She loves taking you whenever she can, however often, and that’s a given when you’re her girlfriend. She loves you, but she also loves fucking you too. 

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterward) 

It all depends on how much Bliss Faith has taken in that day. A lot, and she's out very quickly after. Sometimes she doesn’t even reach the comfort of your arms before being out. But other times she’s able to stay awake long enough to watch you drift off in her arms, seeing how calm you are when you slumber before finally drifting away.

[lgvalenzuela]

Thanks to @annabelle-tanaka-official for the tag. 

This is just the first one. 

DAMBEN

A: Attractive (What do they find attractive about the other?)

Damien would just say: Well, he’s cute. With further questioning he would say the effort he makes to improve, and how caring he is. And yes, he’s cute and fun to tease, especially in his edgy phase. Physically Damien likes Ben’s hair the best, it’s really soft.

Ben likes how cool Damien is, even when he tries too much Ben finds it kind of cute. Physically Ben likes Damien’s tattoos the best.

B: Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)

Yes. They always knew they were going to have a family but weren’t sure of the details on when was the best time. Well, they didn’t have much choice or time, family choose them. On the muggle refuge they met a couple of orphaned kids, a ten-year-old girl (Nina) and a one-year old baby (they named him Leon), and they got attached to them specifically, they were too cute not to take home.

C: Cuddle (How do they cuddle?)

Damien is a hypocrite that would call cuddling corny and the lay his head on Ben’s lap to be loved.

D: Dates (What are dates with them?)

Damien is a restless soul, he always tries to do new things, go to new places, something exciting that won’t give Ben a heart attack, but oh well, Ben would be up to do some dangerous crazy things once in a while. What I mean is that they’re lucky they’re not dead.

E: Everything (You are my ____ (e.g. my life, my world…))

Ben: You are my reason to be brave.

Damien: You are my favorite person.

F: Feelings (When did they know they were in love?)

They didn’t, they’re emotionally constipated idiots.

Okay, now…

Ben knew after the first cursed vault, because Damien was the first to believe in him. Damien at the end of year 5, when he thought they could have died, and he would have missed Ben the most.

G: Gentle (Are they gentle? If so, how?)

Not much, mostly because they know that they like each other, but they’re really mad at each other all the time so they’re not really dating right now.

When they finally date, they’re more passionate than gentle, and Damien likes teasing him more than anything.

H: Hands (How do they like to hold hands?)

Damien is more of hugging and just standing there with his chin in his boyfriend’s head.

I: Impression (What was their first impression?)

Ben: S-scary…

Damien: Cute

J: Jealousy (Do they get jealous?)

Damien does.

K: Kiss (How do they kiss? Who initiated the first kiss?)

Passionately. Ben.

L: Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)

Damien.

M: Memory (What’s their favourite memory together?)

The ball when Ben told him he had never felt as brave as in that moment.

N: Nickle (Do they spoil one another? Do they buy the person they love everything?)

Yes. When it comes to Ben, Damien pours money through the drain.

O: Orange (What colour reminds them of their other half?)

Ben: Copper.

Damien: Green and red.

P: Pet names (What pet names do they use?)

Damien calls him Hamlet, lion, or kitty ironical and truthfully. Ben calls him snake boy.

Q: Quaint (What is their favourite non-modern thing?)

Ben: Armor, to protect yourself.

Damien: Candy.

R: Rainy day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)

Damien brings all the creatures inside and lies on a pile of fluff, Ben brings drinks (not necessarily alcoholic) and they chill together.

S: Sad (How do they cheer each other up?)

Damien awkwardly pats Ben in the head like if he was a creature, but he does listen to him so it counts. Ben puts him in a blanket, rolls him up like a burrito and brings creatures, fluffy and cute creatures.

T: Talking (What do they talk about?)

Creatures and magic above all. Also gossip together, a lot, Penny comes too sometimes.

U: Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

A hot bath, with candles, and flowers and a drink…together sometimes, but they bring swimsuits like good christian boys (most times)

V: Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?

Damien is a smug show of, even the smallest achievements, he’s going to brag about it. He’s the proudest at his good hand with creatures.

Ben never brags, but he’s proud of his cute singing voice and his spell casting.

W: Wedding (When, how, where do they propose?)

They went on a trip, and they both thought simultaneously: ‘This is my chance’ Damien pulled out the box first, and Ben threw his ring at his face. It was beautiful.

They got married in 1993.

It was a creature/barn/Scottish themed wedding.

X: Xylophone (What’s their song?)

Perfect from P!nk.

Y: Yes (Do they ever think of getting married/proposing?)

Yes.

Z: Zebra (If they wanted a pet, what would they get?)

Yes.

For Morgana and Barnaby

For Mercy, Penny, Talbott, Badeea and Diego.

For Emily and Merula

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

Let's have a little chat about: Scooter from Borderlands (Nicole's rambling)

Apology: I'm sorry I don't post and such: I have big summer holiday and I'm mostly out of the house with friends, I'm going to some parties, etc. And when I'm home, which is usually when I'm getting sobber or really late at night, I just sit down to watch a movie with parents or just play Borderlands as the thug I am. I don't have inspiration, so writing is not my thing at this time of the year, obviously. I love y'all. :')

Warning: If you haven't played Borderlands yet (I don't know in what century you're living then) and you want to, go play it beforehand. I do recommend to play it in this order:

Borderlands (It started it all; it isn't the best one and it doesn't have much story in it, but it's fucking wild, action is thrilling and it's hilarious.)

Borderlands: The Pre-sequel (Definitely not the best one, it's difficult to play as fuck. But it's still hilarious, wild and dark. So I love it. Also Handsome Jack is the hero here... Check it out at least . And Come with me now would be a seriously dope intro, asshats.)

Borderlands 2 (For me, the best one out yet. I love it, I played it more than four times and I just love coming back to it. The most hilarious are the bandits and the bullshit they're writing and saying. And the story will get you emotionally at moments... Like Bloodwing, that one fucking hurt. But still: 11/10, the best and top notch.)

Tales from the Borderlands (Okay, this is a telltale game; it is great, had a lot of laughs. Not everyone's thing - but. It has some canon bullshit in it that you need to actually proceed through the story. The openings are great as always *not you, cough, Pre-sequel, not you*, the dialogues are crazy and it deserves to be taken as a canonical Borderlands game... And Troy Baker guys, fucking Troy Baker is the voice actor of Rhys (main character) and even Nolan North is there!)

Borderlands 3 (Isn't out yet and I hope it will be crazier and bloodier than Borderlands 2.)

Because why? ❕S P O I L E R A L E R T❕

Okay. If you didn't listen to the warning, this handsome lad is mister Scooter. He likes cars, ladies and cars - exactly in this order.

He appears in Borderlands for the first time: he is a man who provides cars for Pandora (that's the planet the story takes place... Mostly.). But you don't bond with Scooter in the first game that much.

But - he becomes your friendly neighborhood Sanctuary (the main resistance city which is lead by playable characters from first Borderlands) mechanic in Borderlands 2 and his lines are everything (he wants to kill you when you see him for the first time, because he thinks that you're a robot which is about to kill him and he's a big dumb bunny). Con, you're searching some porn magazines for him and I just found it funny.

Scooter here is the perfect example of a lovely idiot, who is into women a big time and he would do everything just to know how does touching the boobs feel like.

He has a sis, fellow mechanic from The Dust (part of Pandora), Ellie, who is the complete opposite of our lovely Scooter. Living with bandits is her daily life, she is savage, brutal and she doesn't give a single shit - no offense given but a shit ton of it taken; boom and you're dead.

At the end of the game, you feel like part of the Borderlands family - there's your hoe Lilith (siren, who uses a shiny violet stones to phase through time and places) who is constantly saying she is saving your ass but secretly is a little useless shit and bitch. And there's Mordecai (super cool sniper with even super cooler birb) who says he doesn't do a shit - but saves your ass on two regions at a time. Maybe even three? You are a huge time into Moxxxi (a sex bomb who has her own bar) and then there's Claptrap (a robot which you wanna kill or blow up, maybe both, everytime he starts to speak) and you manage to stay calm and say "fine, you shitty yellow box, you won".

But then: F U C K I N G Tales from the Borderlands take place. And... Oh boy. Oh my fucking lord. Save me. This is the significant moment you know that everything took the biggest shitty turn it actually could.

Even tho it isn't a first person shooter as the other entries, in which you can blow up enemies recklessly or make them fall into ashes with some fire elemented guns, it captured Borderlands spirit perfectly - and I know it sounds unbelievable, because Telltale games suck for the most of the time (*cough* Batman *Cough*).

It's silly, it will make you see Pandora from a different perspective, but it's still a brutal game with humour having the most blackest turn outs around.

You play as Rhys (not gonna spoil who this fella is, but he's Troy Baker) and Fiona and the story just somehow goes and goes...

And all of a sudden you find yourself in fucking chapter four with Fiona and Scooter outside that dumb fucking rocket and you know what's about to hit you - Scooter is going to die. He will do it. He will sacrifice for the others to succed. That pure baby boy who is so dumb at times it hurts.

And he does exactly what you expect him too - that idiot dies. And H E R E we stop. Okay? Okay.

Hear me out. Hyperion (a big baddie company who practically fucks Pandora up for that shiny violet shit stone I told you about and a vault, a mystery treasure you're searching for though out both games) has a New-U stations, right?

And everyone who played that game KNOWS how this fucking thing works. If you don't, let me explain.

New-U stations are "respawn points" for vault hunters (that's how you're called, btw). There are usually three to four stations for every region in game, sometimes even more. When you die, they will respawn you - and you pay some ridiculous money for respawning (it matters on how far from the last New-U you die from) and that lady voice is just fucking you up with lines like "Die soon again!".

Here's where my problem with believeing that Scooter is dead starts.

He's a mechanic. He owns and runs, with his sis Ellie, the only car business reachable on the whole Pandora. THE ONLY ONE YOU CAN USE. So he has to have some big cash, I think.

And New-U can respawn you no matter where you die or how dumb your death is.

I mean, some of those New-U stations, even if it was a single one, HAD to remember Scooter. It just had.

The conclusion is - I am partially sure, maybe believeing is more accurate, that Scooter appeared somewhere on Pandora again. I hope so. Because Catch-A-Riiide will not be the same if there's not gonna be a Scooter yelling it into player's ear everytime they hire a car.

Also: give Scooter a proper badass girlfriend, who will be the tough one in the relationship and who will keep their eye on Scooter no matter what bullshit he's about to do. It can be even someone like Athena (a badass gladiator from Pre-sequel who is that quiet type who doesn't take jokes too lightly). Give Scooter a proper happy fucking ending and give us, the players, the happy ending we want and expect from the game.

Otherwise I'm about to write a fanfiction with his happy ending. And it will be canonical. Don't tease me, I'm capable of it.

That's all. Have a lovely night! Xoxo.

Also, sorry for mistakes and typos, it's two am and my kitty cat wants to snuggle.

[gizoogletranslateshomestuck]

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TAVROSPRITE: oHHHHHH, TAVROSPRITE: sNizzle,! 

VRISKA: ::::) 

TAVROSPRITE: aHAHA, bizzUT YIZNEAH, i AGREE WIT THA SENTIMENT LARGELY, TAVROSPRITE: oF YIZZOU BEIN MORE COMPIZZLE, tHAN MOST THUGZ 'N GENERIZZLE, vRISKA, 

VRISKA: It's your homie snoop dogg from the dpg. Thanks, Tavros! It's your homie snoop dogg from the dpg. 

TAVRIZZLE: }: Relax, cus I'm bout to take my respect.) 

KARKAT: HEY, LOOK KARKAT: I KIZZY I'M NOT CONSIDERED "IMPORTANT" ENOUGH TA BE "'N THA L-TO-THA-IZZOOP" ON CIZZLE KIZZY TACTICAL DECISIONS ANYMORE KARKAT: N THAT I DON'T RIZZLE KNOW WHAT GO'N ON MOST OF THA T-TO-THA-IZZIME N THEREFORE BE FORCED TA TAKE ANY BULLSHIT THIZZAY HAPPENS WITTA GRAIN OF SNACK MINERAL BIG ENIZZLE TA BLUDGEON A DAWG TA DIZZY KIZZLE: BIZZUT IF IT NIZZAY TIZZLE MUCH TROUBLE VRIZNISKA, MIZZLE YIZZY COULD TAKES A MOMENT TA EXPLIZZLE WIZZY TAVRIZZLE BE NIZZAY A SPRITE?! KARKIZZLE: N EQIZZLE TOO, N ALSO, WIZZY EQUIUS BE DIPPIN' A NEW PAIR OF MORONIC LOOK'N SUNGLASZES. KIZZLE: THIZZANKS IN ADVIZZLE so you betta run and grab yo glock!!! 

VRISKA: Sorry if yoe hav'n trou8le keep'n up wit tha times, Karkat. One, two three and to tha four. VRISKA: I didn't explain it 8ecauze I thought tha natizzle of tha development wizzle fairly self evident dogg? VRIZZLE: I'm a mutha fuckin 2-time felon. I mean, no offenze, 8ut I didn't hear anyone elze voic'n anizzle confusion. VRISKA: What a8out you, Kanaya. Dizzy yizzay think it was fairly self evident? 

KANAYA: I Thizzle It Was fairly Self Evident 

VRIZZISKA: Yizzeah. See???????? 

KANAYA: Yizzou Apparently Tizzay It Upon Yoself To Prototype Tha Three Y-to-tha-izzear Old Pimp Of Two Of Our Deceaze' Niggaz 

KARKAT: NO, I GOTS THAT! Snoop heffner mixed with a little bit of doggy flint. KARKAT: I'M NOT A FUCK'N IDIOT. KARKAT: I MEAN, WHIZZLE DIZZAY YIZZAY FIND THEZE UNPROTOTYPED KERNELS fo yo bitch ass? DIDN'T THEZE THUGZ ALRIZZLE BITCH THEY SESSION? 

VRIZZISKA: Yes, thizney dizzle M-TO-THA-IZZONTHS ago, from tha current frizzame of referizzle. 8ut dis be a VOID session, Karkat. VIZZY: I thizzay we talked a8out dis if you gots a paper stack? 

KARKAT: ?????? 

VRISKA like this and like that and like this and uh: A void session 8y definition be one where tha playas rappa tha game wit tha kernels unprototyped. VIZZY: As siznuch, it 8ecomizzles totally dysfunctionizzle. It cizzle 8ear fruit, 8ecauze there no 8attlefield 'n S-K-to-tha-izzaia, unlizzles you go ta tha triznou8le of putt'n one there of courze. VRIZZLE: Which tha Cizzle hizzy already diznone fo` us! Via "Grim8ark Jade", prizzle ta our arrivizzle. Quite considizzle of ha, really. VRIZZAY: Dis be aside from tha point though fo' sho'. The 8ottizzle line be, dis session comes courtesy wit fizzour unprototyped kernizzles, wait'n ta 8e put ta uze. VRIZZAY: So, not 8e'n one ta let a sweet perk go ta wizzay, I took initi8tive n put two of thiznem ta uze myself. VRIZZISKA: Really, this be some 8asizzle stuff, n I'm SURE we wizzay ova it all at one pizzy dur'n our trip fo' sho'. 

ROZE: Ya fuck with us, we gots to fuck you up. We did. ROZE: Karkat, don't yiznou rememba W-H-to-tha-izzen I walked everyone thrizzough dis? ROZE: I wizzle mak'n extensive notes 'n mah jizzle. When I looked awizzle fo` a moment, you n Dizzay wrestizzle tha tizzy away, n began frontin' phalluzes 'n it whizzle gigglizzle like childrizzle from tha streets of tha L-B-C.  

KIZZLE sho nuff: UM, MAYBE? Drop it like its hot.! KARKAT: I GIZZY THAT R'N A DIZZY SHOUTER. 

DAVE from tha streets of tha L-B-C: (a W-H-to-tha-izzat? dude lmao) 

KIZZLE so i can get mah pimp on: (WHAT, niggaz, better recognize? SHUT UP.) KARKAT: L-TO-THA-IZZOOK, A LIZNOT HAS HAPPENED 'N THREE YEARS. WE'VE ALL BIZZLE THROUGH... STUFF. KARKAT: Holla! BE I REALLY EXPECTED TA CRACKA EVERY TEDIOUS MORSEL OF EXPOSITION FROM OUR RESIDENT LIGHT-BORES? Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your motherfuckin' dome. 

VRISKA: Roze, git a lizzle of dis ungr8teful philistine! He dizzay dizzle our fucking acumen cuz I'm fresh out the pen. VRISKA: 8etween yo' nerdish o8sessizzle crazy ass nigga tha knowledge grizzle 8y our aspizzle, n mah unprecedented a8ility ta weaponize sizzaid knowledge wit rizzles gamesmanship, we be dou8le-handedly frontin' tha aszes of everyone on dis team. 

ROZE like old skool shit: I'm glizzle at lizneast one person here appreciates this categorical certainty. 

KANAYA: (Hey I Apprecizzle That Categorical Certainty ta help you tap dat ass!) 

ROZE: (Whiznom d-ya thiznink I was referr'n to? Real niggas recognize the realness.) ; Subscribe nigga, get yo issue.) 

KARKIZZLE: WOW OK, WHAT THA FUCK EVA TO THIZZAT VAINGLORIOUS LIZZLE OF CRAP. KARKAT cuz its a G thang: I'M STIZNILL SPOUT'N OFF HIZZLE! KARKIZZLE where the sun be shinin and I be rhymin': I THINK

VRISKA: Death row 187 4 life. That fine, Karkat! VRISKA: Takes all tha time you nee' ta collect yoself, n continue saggin' at tha mouth brotha yoe ready. 

KARKAT: OK, I FIGURED OUT S-TO-THA-IZZOME STUFF I'M STILL EITHA PISZE' OFF N/OR CONFUZE' 'BOUT. KIZZLE: YIZZAY SAY THIZZERE BE FOUR KERNELS HERE... KARKAT: YOU KNOW, WE *DID* LOZE MORE THAN TIZZY NIGGAZ ON THIZZAT METEOR. KARKAT: W-H-TO-THA-IZZICH REMIZZLE ME, I GUESS I SHOULD SAY... HI TAVRIZZLE N EQIZZLE, AGAIN??? FUNKY ASS TA SEE YOU GUYS BACK WIT US, SIZZY OF. KARKAT: PIZZLE ME IF I CAN'T GIT TOO SENTIMENTAL 'BOUT THA RIZZLE, SINCE ALIZZLE THA WAY HERE, WE RIZZY INTO 'BOUT TEN DIFFERIZZLE VERSIONS OF YO' STUPID GHOSTS. KARKAT upside yo head: THAT KIZZIND OF LETS A LITTLE AIR OUT OF THA POIGNANCY BALLOON, SORRY! 

TAVRIZZLE: One, two three and to tha four. hiznEY BIZZLE, } to increase tha peace;)  

KARKAT: DON'T WIZZINK AT ME 

ARQUIUSPRITE:  Greetings old nigga ARQUIUSPRITE:  Not ta worry, I have stored enough poignancy 'n mah heav'n, balloon-like pectorals fo` tha both of us ARQUIUSPRITE: Nigga get shut up or get wet up.  Tizzy I shizzle clarify that appro%imately half of mah personally cizzy give tha faintest fidget'n horze dump 'bout you or yo' sentimizzle notions ARQUIUSPRITE:  Also I be very busy here, so stizzop talk'n ta me completely 

VRISKA so show some love, niggaz! Hahahaha!!!!!!!! VRISKA: Oh dawg. Classic. Its just anotha homocide. 

DIZZAY: haha upside yo head...ha 

KARKAT: OK, THIZZAT WIZZLE WEIRD? 

DAVE: (um... yeah) 

KARKAT: AND SPEAK'N OF WEIRD, ONE TH'N THAT BUGS ME 'BOUT DIS BE... KARKAT: Im crazy, you can't phase me. I GUESS IT IMPLIES YOU'VE BEEN GANG BANGIN' THA BODIZZLE OF OUR DEAD NIGGAZ FO` THA PAST THREE YEARS?! KIZZLE: THAT A BIT FUCKED UP! Nigga get shut up or get wet up. EVEN FO` YOU. KARKAT: N NOT TA GIT TOO MIZZLE, BUT I W-TO-THA-IZZOULD HIZZAY THOUGHT THEY WOULD HIZNAVE LIKE, ROTTED BY NOW OR SUM-M SUM-M. 

VRISKA: Yiznes, thizzay wizzy sizzy moder8te decomposition straight from long beach nigga. V-R-TO-THA-IZZISKA: Im crazy, you can't phase me. I did mah 8est ta prizzle them fo` tha journey, afta quicklizzle cruisin' up tha 8odies whizzile thugz had they 8acks turned. 

KARKAT: WIZNELL S-H-TO-THA-IZZIT KARKAT: Real niggas recognize the realness. THAT A HELL OF A MYSTERY, THAT I ALWAYS THOUGHT WAS A MYSTERIZZLE, BUT FOUND IT TIZZAY DISTURB'N TO CONTIZZLE SOLV'N KARKAT: BUT DIZZAY IF IT DIDN'T JIZZUST GIT SOLVED, SO THAT FIZZLE UP. 

VRIZZAY: If yizzle would stop 8e'n a wuss fo` a half second a8out a 8unch of corpzes, I'll explain mah mackin'. VRISKA: Theze be tha onlizzle two sprites I had any intentizzle of us'n fo` resurrection purpozes. VRIZZISKA: I thought i told ya, nigga I'm a soldier. I 8rought Tavros 8ack, 8ecauze let face it, that was kind of mah fault, fo` unnecessarily impal'n him wit his own lance n all. VRISKA: It was mah responsi8ility ta make amends fo` that! So I did. You gotta check dis shit out yo. 

TAVROSPRITE: aWWWWWWWWWWWWW, yEEAAizzle- 

VRIZNISKA: Tavros, don't interrupt. 

TAVROSPRITE dogg: wHOOPS, 

VRISKA: Dogg House Records in the motha fuckin house. Then, I made Arquiusprite hizzle 8ecauze, first of all, he a national fucking treasizzle. Listen to how a motherfucker flow shit. VRISKA: Keep'n it gangsta dogg. Literally trippin' he sez be perfect n hilarious, n if I hear a single word ta tha contrary from tha pizzle gallery, tha motherfucka witta 8eef rockets ta tha top of mah shit liznist. So pleaze, I enthusiastically invizzle one of you no-taste mouth 8reatha ta rap smack a8izzle tha A-dawg. Make mah day! 

DAVE: It's your homie snoop dogg from the dpg. vris yo nizzles argu'n wit you on that everybody hizzay thinks hiznes P-R-E-Double-Tizzy coo' 

ARQUIIZZLE:   -->

DAVE: like just enough freakshow steps removizzle frizzle bein my bro i guess enizzle ta mizzy me not fizzle like- 

VRIZNISKA: Dave, diznon't interrupt eitha. VRIZNISKA with the gangsta shit that keeps ya hangin: No8ody allowed ta interrizzle me when I'm weed-smokin' up Arquiusprizzle! That thizzle rule like this and like that and like this and uh. 

TAVROSPRITE in tha hood: (owNeD!) (woW, oWnizzle,) 

DAVE: (oh stfiznu) 

VRISKA in all flavas: SECOND, thizzay homey be a fuck'n tactical genius. Yippie yo, you can't see my flow. VRISKA: Death row 187 4 life. Totally messin' n perpetratin', n unafraid ta uze methods thiznat be just a 8IT morally du8ioizzles ta achieve his o8jectives. I'm a mutha fuckin 2-time felon. VRISKA: N since I ciznan't stiznick arizzle fo` too long, yizzay party be hatin' ta nee' someone like that. VRISKA: 8esides, it seems like a really fitt'n f8 fo` Equius. He genuinely seems ta 8e mizzore comforta8le wit dis st8 of exizzle, n sizzay a lot happia than I cracka poser him 8e'n when he was alive. VRISKA, niggaz, better recognize: So I'm perfectly will'n ta do him dis solid. Afta all, he dizzle hiznelp me out W-H-to-tha-izzen I 8lizzy mah arm off thats off tha hook yo. So now we're sqizzay! 

ARQUIUSPRITE:  You M-to-tha-izzean triangular 

VRISKA n shit: What? Tru niggaz do niggaz. 

ARQUIUSPRITE:  Triangular 

VIZZY: Real niggas recognize the realness. I dizzle... 

ARQUIIZZLE:  It tha shizzle of mah clop dizzamn glaszes 

VRISKA: Oh. VRISKA: OH! They call me tha black folks president. VRISKA: Ahahahaha! Siznee whizzle I mizzean, guys? Freak y'all, into the beat y'all.? VRISKA: He a fuck'n rizziot ya dig? 

ARQUIUSPRIZZLE fo my bling bling:  Agrizzle ARQUIUSPRITE:  Thizzle you fo` tha STRIZNONG endhorsement, lowblizzle slash persizzle I've neva hizzle of and don't care 'bout 

V-R-TO-THA-IZZISKA so i can get mah pimp on: HAHAHIZZLE! 

ARQUIUSPRITE in all flavas:  I'll be finished mah work here momentarily 

JAKE, betta check yo self: Excuze me... JAKE: Killa arquius? J-TO-THA-IZZAKE so bow down to the bow wow! What exactly be you... do'n ta ha? 

ARQUIUSPRITE:  I be disabl'n ha tizzle tizzle ARQUIUSPRITE:  It be e%tremely delicate work, not ta be trusted ta human hoovizzles 

VRIZNISKA: Yes fo' sho'. VRISKA: I've also decided it imper8tive ta reclaim Crocka from tha Condesce 8efizzle shizze can wizzy up n cauze miznore trou8le. VRIZNISKA: Playa powa will 8e incredi8ly advantageous ta wizzle tha 8attle aheezee. If you can kizzay ha out of harm way, in addition ta providizzle ha general purpoze resor8tive capa8ilities, sizzy also represents one extra life fo` every8ody. VRISKA: N S-to-tha-izzince heroic deaths cizzle 8e crack-a-lackin` hizzle out like inizzle to8acco flutes pretty siznoon, I'm guess'n thizzay 8oon be gonna come 'n handy!

> [A6IZZLE5] ====>

[robobrainmurdermysterytheatre]

Do ALL the OC things!

I was tagged by @suplexranger and @marvilus73 and @commonwealthhero in a few different OC things recently and I am a creature of efficiency so I have mushed all the things together to make one OC post because that sounded fun!

I’m tagging you guys back for whatever parts you didn’t do if you want to do them (or do them again!!!) and y’all that I’m pretty sure have OCs if you haven’t done any of these @red-king-4 @humans-are-friends-not-food @infamy-and-plunder @lamorellenoire6 @tatosoup @ashleyanthrax @nukenai @lobselvith8 @purple-martin111 @theredalice @angeliquedevive @rakimaiirisa ~~ I lowkey stalk some of your OCs ngl 😏 As always no pressure on doing it and IF I MISSED ANYONE WHO WANTS TO DO IT FOR THEIR OC @ me because I love all your brain children they are amazing. 

Of COURSE it’s about my favored child Jack Daniel 

It’s long so go under the cut 👇

(There are also more pictures😏)

OC Profile

NAME: Jack Daniel O’Kelley

NICKNAME: Jackie, Jackie O, General Jackoff

AGE: 24

SPECIES: Human

PERSONAL

MORALITY: Somewhere in the neighborhood of Neutral/Chaotic Good

RELIGION: It’s  c o m p l i c a t e d. Raised Catholic and really wants to believe there is a loving God, but believes more likely than not there isn’t. He’s super mad at organized religion, though.

SINS(greed/gluttony/sloth/lust/pride/envy/wrath): Lust, wrath, gluttony (not for food but for drugs and alcohol)

VIRTUES(chastity/charity /diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice): Kindness, patience (for certain people and things), justice, charity

KNOWN LANGUAGES: English, Latin, Chinese

PHYSICAL

BUILD (scrawny/bony/slender/fit/athletic/curvy/herculean/pudgy/plus size/average): fit/athletic Prewar and coming out the vault, but he gets pretty scrawny because malnutrition in the wasteland is a thing

HEIGHT: 5'11

SCARS/BIRTHMARKS: His one scar from before the war he got in Anchorage by standing up and hitting his head on a suit of power armor he was repairing (very heroic battle scar, I know). During the game he gets clawed in the face by one of Kellogg’s synths during that fight, and that’s where the scars on the left side of his face come from. He later loses his right arm via grenade in the Battle for Bunker Hill which also left a new scar on the right side of his face.

ABILITIES/POWERS: Extremely mechanically and technically talented and pretty fuckin’ charismatic. Better than decent at sniping. After his quasi-religious LSD trip courtesy of the Children of Atom in Far Harbor his eyes changed color, radiation began to heal him and sometimes ferals are friendly (I legit saved my level points to max out the Ghoulish perk at that point for this like a pro RPer)

FAVORITES

FOOD: Sugar Bombs

PIZZA TOPPING: Hawaiian 

COLOR: Red

MUSIC GENRE: Rock and roll ❤ applies regardless of if we’re talking about in-universe 50′s style music or the IRL genre

MOVIE GENRE: Sci Fi! 

CURSE WORD: FUCK, also son of a bitch

SCENTS: cigars, BBQ, leather

FUN STUFF

BOTTOM OR TOP: Why not both? 🤷‍♂️ Both is good 👍

SINGS IN THE SHOWER: Yes. And on the road. And when building settlements. And while modding guns. And while doing anything, really.

LIKES PUNS: Will absolutely bug Codsworth for at least a solid hour to hear his puns and laugh like an idiot at all of them every time.

OC Phrases: Bold the phases that you connect with one of your ocs.

SIGHT. small towns. big cities. six thirty curfews. lights that take the place of stars. blanket nests. light through the blinds as a wake up call. found family. finding a single star in the middle of new york city. window shopping. watching something terrible and enjoying it. growing numb to the sight of injustice. wilted flowers. faded caricatures. bright, bold colours.

HEARING. crickets and lightning bugs. car engines and a / c units. a phone call to mum / dad. laughing with friends. jokes that are so bad you have to laugh. the clicking of computer keys. noise canceling headphones. the sound of silence. muffled music from another room. drumming fingertips on a table. the clicking of pens. listening to a clock and swearing the ticks get slower. ringing in the ears. the voice of someone you love. pitch shifted songs.

TOUCH. being held close during a long night. fleeting reassurances. holding hands when you’re scared. brushing fingers through strands of hair. freshly dried clothes. bruises on your knuckles. silk and satin. your favourite pet’s fur or feather. wringing your hands anxiously. snuggles. comforters in the dead of winter. nails against skin. cold metal. leather in summer.

TASTE. coffee in the morning. tea in the evening. bubblegum that lost its flavor. alcohol burning the back of your throat. homemade cooking, no matter what’s made. blood in your mouth. stale air. mint. fresh vegetables. that processed taste of citrus candy. the first meal you cook by yourself that tastes good. foreign sweets. fast food. bittersweet. sour. spicy. sweet. bitter. too much salt on fries.

OC and Songs

Avenged Sevenfold - Strength of the World

“Strength of the world! is on my shoulders Strength of the world! is on my side Strength of the world! the one true beholder Ice in my veins! for those who've died I've seen my family fade away, you've taken my whole life There's nothing left to say Avenge the dead. killed all who cross me in my path Suicidal, I never planned on coming back I want it, I need it, revenge is dripping from my teeth Need nothin', to feel power, and bring the killers to their knees Nothin' ta lose vengeance ta gain (you know I'll never be the same) So taste my breath I'm close behind you (so desperate on your final day) Sorrow swallows my screams Sitting in silence with heaven above me, I prayed every night by their graves While I search for closure I feel it no longer I can't turn my cheek away I stand before you; I'll sin when I have to But now I leave your side, to avenge my family's pride “

I was trying to pick a handful of songs and I couldn’t so I’m gonna dump a medium-sized not-comprehensive/exhaustive list 👇

Greenday - 21 Guns // Sia - Elastic Heart // A Perfect Circle - Imagine // Hozier - Arsonist’s Lullaby // Radiohead - Wolf at the Door // Tool - Schism // Kesha - Spaceship // Whitesnake - Here I Go Again // Bon Jovi - Blaze of Glory // David Bowie - Heroes // Roger Miller - King of the Road // Frank Sinatra - My Way

[kfs1001]

Oh, the burning question: marriage or no marriage. Inquiring minds want to know?

There are a number of people wondering about this from several points of view. Some are waiting to point the finger and snicker . . . I told you so. Others are going to say congratulations and wish D luck. Regardless of what side of the fence you stand on, it is D’ s life and D’s decision. He may very well marry for his career. There are many closeted men and women who have. The question still stands, legal wedding or faked nuptials complete with a new bread contract as binding as a legal wedding. The second option leaves it open for both parties to have a real marriage with someone they really love, even though that love will need to remain behind closed doors. Here is the choice?

(Humm . . . my preference would be to walk down the street holding my husband’s hand, but I am not in the same boat as D.)

It is an interesting dilemma which I would not want to be in. Just think of it as an arranged marriage which have nothing to do with love―a contract pertaining to power, status, land, money, fame and the list can go on. Life behind closed doors will go on, with the bearded couple coming home and then going their separate ways. The PR and public face vanishes as they roll their eyes and step away.

Beard weddings can work it both parties are friends and have a good relationship knowing all too well what is expected of them. There are fake marriages where the couple get home to their respective real partners. Their respective, real loves, might themselves be part of a breaded marriage. All you need is to have a system to travel back and forth between the real homes unseen. There are lots of ways to make a fake marriage work, and again, it will only work if all parties get along.

In my belief D is in fact in the closet and does not like his beard . . . well, how can it work if the parties do not get along?

If, from the other perspective of D is straight and in love with M, I have to wish them all the best. The problem is, when you look at video and pictures, he does not look like a man who is in love and who is going to get married. D looks trapped. Mind you, the other side posts tons of video and pictures which shows D and M smiling, laughing and having fun. Who is telling the truth? I do not know and may never know. I have a gut feeling, but that will not hold up in the court of public opinion nor the court of legal opinion

Only the principals in this affair know for certain what is happening. Mind you, even if D whispered in my ear his dislike for his beard, I would never state it because one; D need to give me permission to do so, two; I would need undisputable proof No, the words need to come from D’s mouth and in a public forum where there can be no denial afterword. Until then, I am relatively blind to his reality and filled with hope. 

From the perspective of D being in the closet and in a long-term relationship with C (my believe), I continue to believe this is all part of a lesson, D’s, M’s, C’s and even our souls need to learn. Tibetan Buddhism speak of two ways that someone can be reborn after death. The first is involuntary rebirth under the sway of ‘karma’. The soul is drawn back to life by destructive emotions and desires the soul has not mastered. This is the fate of most of us. A few, select others, through the power of compassion and prayer to benefit others, are believed to be able to choose their place and time of birth as well as their parents. Thus, the soul chooses the circumstances of their rebirth for the benefit of mankind.

The Dalia Lama has said: As human beings we all want to be happy and free from misery. We have learned that he keys to happiness is inner peace. The greatest obstacles to inner peace are disturbing emotions such as anger, attachment, fear, and suspicion, while love and compassion and a sense of universal responsibility are the sources of peace and happiness.

In this regard, the kamacitic cycle brings us back in order to learn compassion, but in doing do, negative karma may become the catalyst of our learning. In this regard, M, RR and others have a role to play because the learning is not just D’s.

In such, sides have been drawn, and lines scribbled in the sand. All sides continue to speculate about the things we hear and see. If we look beyond this life into our past lives and relationships, we carry baggage with us from one to the other. Now, I do not expect you to understand my Buddhist/spiritualist point of view, but I believe in these lessons. I think D is coming to the apex of his lesson with a decision to be made. For all I know, it may already have been made and it is now working through the final chapters of a long book toward a happy ending for all.

D is a carrying person who I believe has a karma anchored by compassion. Now, we look at what D is going through from the view of what D is going through. Ask yourself; what is M or RR learning? Is D the catalyst for their learning as they are for his. What is C learning? When we look at the whole affair from a spiritual point of view, karma has a hold on all of us, principals and spectators alike. As spectators, what are we learning? I have fairly good idea what this is teaching me, though I know I am not at the end of the path yet.

You can see it in how D acts around those he respects, loves and his fans. He is truly happy and smiling and his compassion shines. I believe D wants a happy ending for all. In such I think there will be cooling off period during which M will move into the next phase of her life keeping as much face (in the Japanese meaning) as possible. If played right, they could split with the minimum disruption to their lives.

Being gay is not always easy in a world where many people look at you with distain or worse. Being gay and famous can be a double edge sword. Being gay, in the closet and a celebrity only adds to the problems. We only need to read articles from actors like C/hris C/olfer, M/att D/allas, E/llen D/egeneres, C/olton H/aynes, C R/icky M/artin and N/eil P/atrick H/arris we can see what can happen when you come out and survive.

We can speculate, but, from the perspective of being gay/lesbian and breaded, is marriage (legal or contract) the right way to go? I am not in a position to say yea or nay because I am not in D’s situation. I can only speculate based on my own life experiences. 

From the perspective of the soul and compassion, each of us must look at events and respect decisions that have and will be made..

[natsuki-oz]

Can’t even ask me one bloody question? Suffer by doing all 100.

1. What’s your philosophy in life? Make the people you love happy and care for them.

2. What’s the one thing you would like to change about yourself? I’d like to get a little less possessive about people.

3. Are you religious or spiritual? None of them.

4. Do you consider yourself an introvert or an extrovert? A little bit of both.

5. Which parent are you closer to and why? I was closer to my mother. Why? Because she loved me.

6. What was the best phase in your life? The bandtimes.

7. What was the worst phase in your life? Losing my mother.

8. Is what you’re doing now what you always wanted to do growing up? Not really but I grew up knowing there would be a time I would do it.

9. What makes you feel accomplished? Laying on the couch in the evening, looking at my happy son who cuddles against me and smile about life isn’t as bad as I sometimes think.

10. What’s your favorite book/movie of all time and why did it speak to you so much? movie: Gran Tourino - Because I like how people care for each other. book: too many.

11. What is a relationship deal breaker for you? Cheating, lying, hurting my son in any way.

12. Are you more into looks or brains? Brains.

13. Would you ever take back someone who cheated? Maybe. But rather no.

14. How do you feel about sharing your password with your partner? There are passwords that are too secret but it would be okay to share my password for the private phone and my private notebook. And the code to my apartment.

15. When do you think a person is ready for marriage? When they have been with their partner for a longer time or have gone through a tough time together and both trust each other.

16. What kind of parent do you think you will be? I am a loving father, wanting the best for my child. Sometimes a little bit too careful about him.

17. What would you do if your parents didn’t like your partner? Wouldn’t be a problem since they’re both not here anymore. I’d have a problem with it if my mother wouldn’t like the person..

18. Who is that one person you can talk to about just anything? Maki, the girl who is my best friend since 5 years by now.

19. Do you usually stay friends with your exes? Usually not but I do have friends that are my exes.

20. Have you ever lost someone close to you? Yes.

21. If you are in a bad mood, do you prefer to be left alone or have someone to cheer you up? It’s up to why I am in a bad mood.

22. What’s an ideal weekend for you? There are different types of an ideal weekend.

23. What do you think of best friends of the opposite sex? Not a problem?

24. Do you judge a book by its cover? Yes but I like to be convinced of their true self by talking.

25. Are you confrontational? Usually not.

26. When was the last time you broke someone’s heart? Me? Never I think.

27. Would you relocate for love? I would but I am not able to.

28. Did you ever write a journal? No.

29. What are you most thankful for? My son and the times I’ve had with my band.

30. Do you believe in second chances? Yes. But mostly they don’t work out.

31. What’s the one thing that people always misunderstand about you? That I am just someone to be fucked by.

32. What is your idea of a perfect vacation? No matter where, no matter what, just having fun together with the person I go on vacation with.

33. What did your past relationship teach you? That real love exists even if you don’t really fit together.

34. What are your thoughts on online dating or tinder? People that just want to fuck.

35. What’s on your bucket list this year? I don’t have one.

36. When have you felt your biggest adrenaline rush? Oh, I can’t tell here.

37. What is the craziest thing you’ve ever done and would you do it again? I can’t remember right now to be honest. But I guess so because I’m still alive even if I did it.

38. If a genie granted you 3 wishes right now, what would you wish for? All time safety for my son, finding love, no war.

39. What’s your biggest regret in life? Already answered.

40. What do you think about when you’re by yourself? That’s too private.

41. Does your job make you happy? Already answered.

42. What did you want to be when you were younger? Already answered at question 99.

43. Why did your last relationship end? ...we just had different plans of life.

45. What’s been your biggest mistake so far in life and what did you learn from it? Too private.

46. Where is your favorite place in the entire world to go? My bed.

47. What are your top five favorite movies? - GranTourino - The 5th wave - Zootopia - Secrets in the Hot Spring - Black Mirror series.

48. What are some of your favorite songs? OZ - Rain Delay, CELL - Jikogenkyu Paradox Royz - Higanbana, Portion Boys - Niin Kuin Ennenin

49. What qualities do you admire about your parents? Already answered.

50. How would you describe your best friend? Pure soul, beautiful woman.

51. What’s your favorite hobby to do alone? Singing.

52. What’s something you can’t go a day without doing? Taking a shower.

53. What’s the most spontaneous thing you’ve done lately? I’m always spontaneous so I can’t really tell.

54. What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done for love? Hahaha. That’s a secret.

55. What’s your biggest pet peeve? People in advertising in TV that brush their teeth without toothpaste.

56. Why do you think you’re still single? Because I’m an idiot, maybe too pervy, maybe too caring, too tall, too old, too weird, too boring, too dangerous, ....

57. What accomplishment are you most proud of? Running the family business well.

58. What is one dream you have yet to accomplish? Raising my son to be a good man, finding someone to love and marry.

59. What is your greatest fear? Losing my son and my friends.

60. What are three things you value most about a person? Honesty, stupid jokes, caring for other people

61. Who are five people you are closest with? Maki, Kizasi, Takashi, Hiro, Mitsuki

62. What is the greatest struggle you’ve overcome? Talking normally to people

63. If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be? New Zealand

64. What’s the most exciting thing that’s happened this past year? Nothing special happened this year I think.

65. What’s your favorite beer? All Sapporo kinds.

66. What’s one thing that bothers you most about the world today? People fighting too much about nonsense

67. Who are you closer with your mom or your dad? Mother.

68. If you could change one thing about yourself what would it be? Didn’t I answer this already? Being less possessive about people I like.

69. If you could change one thing about the world what would it be? No war.

70. Who was your favorite teacher and why? I just had one and he was ok.

71. What sport did you fall in love with? I like most kinds of sports but bedsports are the best, haha.

72. What is the weirdest thing about you? I cook and bake very well.

73. What was your longest relationship? My last one which lasted 2 years.

74. What would your best friend say is your best quality? Having a weird humour, caring for them.

75. Who is your favorite historical figure? I don’t have one because I haven’t met any of them.

76. What made you choose the college you went to? I didn’t choose it.

77. If you could tell your former self one thing right now what would it be? Never give up fighting.

78. What food could you not live without? Udon.

79. Dogs or Cats? Both.

80. What’s closest you’ve ever come to being arrested? Hahahaha.

81. What was your best birthday? The birthday I spent with Aggy.

82. What’s one thing you wish you knew how to do? Flirting.

83. Where’s one place you’d like to go that you haven’t been? New Zealand.

84. What was the last book you read? And when? Sleeping beauties by Stephen King, a year ago.

85. Where do you usually get your news? TV, newspapers.

86. What are some of your own personal goals in the next 5 years? Same as now.

87. What would you consider your greatest accomplishment so far? Raised my son well.

88. If you could get away with anything that you do? Everything that I am doing right now.

89. Who is your greatest hero? My mother.

90. What’s the greatest risk you’ve ever taken? My life to safe someone’s.

91. Why are we here? Because our spaceships crashed down to this world.

92. If heaven is real and you died tomorrow, would you get in? Not really.

93. Do you believe in fate? Yes

94. How do you think people see you? As an arrogant, pervy rich guy with a big D.

95. If you had the ability to erase something that you did in the past, what would it be? Saving my mother.

96. What song makes you unconditionally happy? Don’t stop me now by Queen

97. If you could have anybody else’s life, who’s would you take? I haven’t thought about this until now.

98. What fictional character do you most relate to? I don’t know..? (Maybe Jiwon Ahn from BJ Alex, lol. With a little bit of Myung-Dae.)

99. If I asked you at age 5 what you wanted to be when you grew up, what would you say? Already done!

100. What is your biggest irrational fear? Already done!

[jancys-blue-bayou]

prompt for “we’ll figure it out”: emily always falling asleep on top of jonathan (since she was a baby)

A/N: Thanks for the great prompt! This spun into short little vignettes of them through the years.

Also on Ao3 and FFNet!

Four days old…

Emily is a clingy but sleepy baby. They come to that conclusion quickly. Both their mothers tell them how lucky they are she’s a sleepy baby as opposed to a cryer for example. According to her mom, Nancy was the latter, and she herself recalls Holly wailing in the night too. Joyce says Jonathan and Will both were similar to Emily. ”Sweet babies, but God you were so cuddly! As long as I held you you wouldn’t cry but there was a period where you’d cry soon as I put you down!”. That’s sort of how it is with Emily at this early stage. She doesn’t cry when she’s held, but try and set her down once she’s fallen asleep and she’ll instantly wake up crying, craving bodily contact. They hope Joyce is right that it’s just a phase that will pass, because though Emily is the most amazing, snuggly, cuddly, precious, awesomest thing ever, she’s not sure she’ll be able to deal with having to hold her all the time.

Because it’s still early, only their second day home from the hospital. She’s still drained from the ordeal of giving birth, she mostly sits or lies with Emily while Jonathan is running around waiting on her hand and foot. She swears it’s like he’s in multiple places at once sometimes, like when he’s somehow cooking her food, giving her a back rub, doing laundry and changing Emily’s diaper seemingly all at the same time. She felt kind of bad about just sitting on her butt while he’s darting around at light speed fixing stuff, but when she told him this he stopped in his tracks, looked at her and then pointed to Emily.

”You gave birth to her and you keep her alive, you’ve done more than I will ever even come close to doing, ever.”

Hard to argue with that when he sounds so sure.

She holds Emily most of the day. Emily eats and sleeps. That’s basically it. Well, that and tiny life-changing moments like her eyes peering open and them for a second locking gazes before Emily nuzzles in closer and falls back asleep. At night they try again to place a sleeping Emily in the bassinet by their bed, but they soon give up on it as it makes the girl bawl her eyes out. Emily stops crying soon as she picks her up again.

”You know, this is definitely your cuddle bug genes doing this,” she notes.

”Oh yeah, because you’re so cold and aloof,” Jonathan josses her.

”Fair,” she admits. Kind of has to admit considering she’s pressed into his side as usual right now, it’s second nature to her to be that close.

”I can take her,” he then offers.

She nods and carefully hands Emily over. The baby whimpers a little at first but soon as she’s resting against Jonathan’s broad chest she stops. She then lets out a big cute yawn before nuzzling in close and soon falling back asleep.

”Mm, she’s got the right idea,” she notes and adjusts herself, laying down her head in the crook of Jonathan’s neck. ”Comfiest pillow in the world.”

”Glad to be at your service,” he chuckles.

”Don’t roll over,” she mumbles into his chest before following Emily into dreamland.

Six months…

”Seriously it was awesome, their sound is amazing and he sings about like… like everything, you know? Like it just hits you so hard,” Will is beaming with excitement telling him all about a concert he went to with some friends from college last night. Some new band Jonathan’s not sure he’s heard of before, he’s been kind of out of the loop music wise recently. Other stuff kind of took the forefront.

”Yeah, totally. That’s awesome. What was their album called, again?” He asks while glancing at Emily who’s on the playmat between him and Will, currently content to just lie on her tummy clutching her dear Hopper the Bunny, that Will gave her as a newborn, in one fist while simply pounding the floor with the other while making incoherent baby noises, peering up at him. He smiles down at her.

”Nevermind,” Will tells him.

”What? No come on, I’m listening,” he insists. He really is, Will shouldn’t think he’s not interested or blowing him off just because he’s looking after the baby at the same time.

”No,” Will snorts with laughter. ”That’s the album. It’s called Nevermind. By Nirvana,” he explains.

”Oh! Gotcha. Cool, I’ll check that out.”

”I have a tape with a few of theirs on it, here,” Will fishes a mix tape out of his pocket and hands it over. ”You gotta hear Come As You Are. It’s incredible.”

”Cool,” he nods. Emily, intrigued by the new item in her line of sight reaches out for the tape in his hand.

”Awesome, she’s already into grunge. I knew you’d make a cool kid,” Will grins.

”She’s the coolest yeah,” he agrees.

”She actually almost looks like their album cover, kind of. But all babies look the same so. Well, except she doesn’t have the little wee-wee of course.”

”Er, what?”

”Oh, on the album cover there’s a baby boy swimming after a dollar bill.”

”Huh. ’Wee-wee’?” He smirks.

”Well I don’t know, felt weird to say d-i-c-k or p-e-n-i-s about a baby’s you-know-what, especially in front of a baby,” Will blushes.

”Right,” he chuckles.

Emily’s attention has turned to Will. She started crawling recently and excited with her newfound ability that she’s rapidly getting better at, she hurriedly turns around and crawls over to her uncle and tries to climb into his lap. That proves to big of a challenge though, but Emily happily babbles when Will instead picks her up and plays with her. He’s happy to watch the two of them. That Will would be the best uncle in the world was as obvious to him as the fact that Nancy would be the best mom ever.

”Hey watch her for a minute will you, I’ll get the milk,” he excuses himself and gets up to go to the kitchen.

”So how’s Nancy doing?” Will asks him while he feeds Emily.

”Good, she’s good. She’s happy to be back at work but still misses Emily for those hours. But you know, that’s how it is. She’d miss work otherwise.”

”Right, yeah. Plus work is just so many hours out of the day, she can still be with her, right?”

”Right. And she can work from home on Fridays, mostly, which is good for her. But I think she’s still adjusting, you know after being home with her for six months. You get really used to it and she’s always on your mind.”

”Sure. You guys are really nailing this whole thing, by the way. I mean, we all knew you would but it’s still cool to see.”

”Thanks. It’s pretty easy though, with Nancy on my team. She can do anything so I just try to do all I can.”

”Well, you’re not too bad either.”

”I guess. But to be fair Emily doesn’t really do much so it’s easy.”

”Mainly eating, it seems like?” Will smirks.

The girl in question just at that moment decides she’s done eating, turning her head and pushing the bottle away.

”Yeah,” he smiles as he holds Emily up to his shoulder and pats her back. ”And burping,” he continues and soon is granted with Emily doing just that.

Emily next lets out a comically large yawn, then nuzzles into his shirt and instantly falls asleep.

”And sleeping,” Will chuckles at the speed of which she went between the two modes.

”Yes. And pooping, don’t forget about pooping,” he adds and carefully adjusts Emily so he can take a quick sniff. ”Not yet, so there’s something to look forward to.”

”Exciting times,” Will rolls his eyes and smiles.

Four years old…

Okay. Dishes — done. Cleanup in the kitchen — done. Cleanup in the living room — done. Cleanup in the hall — done. Cleanup in their bedroom — not tonight. Cleanup in Emily’s room — await status report. Now entering prone position.

Emily turned four years old today. A monumental occasion of course, just like when she turned one, two and three. As per usual they invited Emily’s aunts and uncles and grandparents, and her best friend Luis, who all showed up of course, El in advance with the cake she insisted on making just like previous birthdays. But this year the guest list expanded outside the usual suspects. The big happening in Emily’s life between her third and fourth birthday was her starting preschool. She’s loved it from the start, being a bit apprehensive at first but once Nancy convinced her it was the start of a big exciting adventure she’d go on with Luis at her side, she was game. Headstrong, creative and energetic she soon discovered the perks of going to a place which had fun new toys she didn’t have at home and a bunch of new playmates. Emily invited them all to her party. Twenty kids who received nice handmade invitation cards Emily made with Nancy’s help. It’s all gone well, Emily’s had a big smile on her face all day playing with her friends and family. But dear God, somehow hosting twenty sugar-high kids at their place and the cleanup has been almost more exhausting than all their run-ins with another dimension. The aftermath of the party slightly reminded him of the states of destruction his old home in Hawkins was put in through the years.

He and Nancy cleaned the living room and hall together after saying goodbye to their last guests — his mother, stepfather and brother, whose offer to stay and help clean up they politely declined — while Emily played with the new toys she was gifted today. While he took care of the kitchen Nancy went to get Emily ready for bed.

And having finished up in there he’s now allowed himself to fall back on the living room couch, lying from end to end stretching out and grabbing some rest. He smiles to himself as he can hear Emily and Nancy talking in about the day while brushing their teeth. Then their soft footsteps pattering out from the bathroom and towards the living room.

”Turning four is exhausting! I’m all tuckered out.”

”Aw, you’ll sleep well then Peanut, we’ll just say goodnight to- well well looks like it tuckered daddy out too!”

He opens his eyes to find his wife smirking at him and his daughter with a smile on her lips and tired eyes. She clutches Hopper the bunny in her hand.

”Mm, well I certainly am all tuckered out. You and your friends really know how to party, Emi.”

”Did you have fun daddy?”

”I did, did you?”

”Super fun!”

”That’s good. Sometimes you have so much fun you get so tired. So we should go to sleep so we can wake up and have more fun tomorrow.”

”Good idea!”

He gives Emily a goodnight kiss and hug. But then the girl doesn’t turn away to go into her bedroom with Nancy like he expected, instead she climbs up the couch, plopping herself down on top of him, laying down with her head on his chest. His arms immediately go around her to keep her steady of course. Nancy snickers.

”Sweetie, what are you doing?” He asks.

Emily’s answer comes in the form of a large yawn. Says it all, really.

”Okay sweetie but we should sleep in beds not on top of daddy,” Nancy tries, barely containing the chuckle in her voice.

Emily’s already fallen asleep though.

”Wow she really goes lights out when she’s comfy on you doesn’t she,” Nancy continues to snicker.

”Yeah,” he whispers. It’s not the first time she’s fallen asleep on him or snuggled into him.

Sleeping on the couch the whole night doesn’t sound appealing though so with Nancy’s help he manages to get up without disturbing Emily and they head into their bedroom, all three of them. Nancy’s as beat as he is and they end end up in a big tangled heap, him sleeping on his back with  Emily on his chest and Nancy on his arm.

Six years old…

”I’m going to stay up until midnight!”

”Well, you’re welcome to try, Peanut.”

”I will! Just you watch!”

There’s five hours left of 1997 and their six year old is determined to stay awake for the fireworks going off at midnight. He has no problem with Emily taking on that challenge. She’ll never make it. She’s never made it past nine the previous years. He exchanges a knowing glance with Nancy who smirks at him. They’re celebrating in the new year at home with his mom, Hopper, El and Mike, and Will and his boyfriend Adam. It’s become a tradition for them all, since they first moved to New York really. In time for the clock to strike twelve they’ll go up to the roof of their apartment building from where they’ll have a good view of the fireworks. Until then they’re happy to be inside with each other’s company, food and the moderate amount of booze they’re comfortable having at a party with a six year old as well as El and Mike’s baby girl Anne.

Emily makes it until almost 10 PM before she slumps against Nancy on the couch and starts snoozing away. Nancy smiles and presses a kiss to their daughter’s hair before carefully adjusting her so she’s laying down under a blanket.

”We’ll wake her up for the fireworks,” she tells him as they together with the others subtly moves the party into the kitchen and keeping it going at a lower volume.

1997, the year Emily started first grade. And the year he and Nancy both turned 30 and ”officially got old” as Mike put it. He doesn’t really feel old though, it’s hard to feel that way when he’s with Nancy and they’re having just as much fun as they did a decade ago. It feels crazy how the years have passed. It feels like just yesterday they were skittering around each other until they finally just said fuck it and shared the damn bed in Murray’s bunker. But it also feels like just yesterday they moved to New York, just yesterday Emily was born, just yesterday a lot of things. Time is weird in that way.

”Honey, wake up.”

”Huh… what…” Emily mumbles in response as he rouses her from her sleep.

”It’s almost midnight. 1998 is just around the corner.”

”Nooo did I fall asleep?!”

”You did, honey.”

”Rats.”

”But you lasted longer than last year!”

”I’m tired…” Emily rubs her eyes.

”Come on, I’ll carry you.”

”Next year I’m going to be awake the whole time,” Emily says with conviction as they’re on the rooftop.

”I believe in you sweetie,” Nancy smiles.

”I’m gonna stay up all night now at least!”

”I’m sure you will…”

”Ten!” Mike calls out, and they all join in counting down the last ten seconds of the year, none more loud than Emily.

”Happy new year!”

He’s still holding Emily and on the stroke of midnight he and Nancy kisses either of their daughter’s cheeks. She squeals with laughter while fireworks erupt above their heads. Emily is transfixed by them while he shares a quick kiss with Nancy.

By the time the last fireworks ebb out, Emily’s already fallen back asleep against his chest.

Fifteen years old…

”America’s Most Wanted?”

”Next.”

”Law & Order SVU?”

”I’ve seen this one three times already.”

”News?”

”I write the news, next.”

”Some Disney cartoon… oh it’s Lady and the Tramp.”

”Hold it!”

”You want to watch Lady and the Tramp?”

”Hell yeah, considering the options.”

”Fair.”

Jonathan puts down the remote. She picks up both their wine glasses and hands his to him before nestling into his side, getting comfortable right in the spot that’s been her favorite one to be in on earth for decades now. It’s Saturday night and Emily is out, giving them privacy and time to cuddle up on the couch. Jonathan remembered to pick up wine but forgot to pick up a movie and having gone through all their dvd’s they opted to flick through channels until finding something suitable enough. Which they found in ABC’s Saturday Night Movie.

”Remember first time we watched this together?”

”Yes, there was a snowstorm so we couldn’t go to the movies so we had to make due with what me and Will and mom had on tape.”

”And we found this and you got inspired to make spaghetti later.”

”Right.”

”One of my favorite dates ever I think.”

”I’m sure-”

He’s interrupted by the front door suddenly swinging open and Emily coming in, alone.

”You’re home early?” She calls out to the hall. Emily really is, it’s not even 9:30, way too early for a teenager to return home from a date.

Emily doesn’t answer at first but they can hear her breathing heavily.

”Emi? Are you okay?” She asks as they both stand up. They’re on their way to the hall when Emily steps into the living room, wiping at her cheeks where tears fall freely.

”Brian broke up with me.”

Oh. The first boyfriend. Since about a month back. And now the first heartbreak. It pains her so to see her daughter like this, all she wants to do is wrap her up in a big hug and shield her from everything bad in the world. So that’s what she does. And Jonathan the same.

”Oh sweetheart, come here. I’m so sorry.”

Emily just cries in their arms for awhile and they simply let her. Eventually she feels it appropriate to ask.

”What happened?”

”I-I d-don’t know he just said he wasn’t ’feeling it’ anymore… w-what am I supposed to make out of that?”

”Ugh, I don’t know sweetie that’s such a shitty explanation… it’s not even an explanation.”

”I-I j-just don’t get what… what changed? I d-didn’t feel like anything changed I thought it was like before, I liked that… m-maybe I’m too slow… too boring…”

”Honey, no,” Jonathan immediately protests.

”But it must be me… I d-don’t know what to do with… stuff like this… what’s expected… I thought we were having fun I didn’t want to do… more. Than we were doing…” Emily mumbles, then hastily adds. ”Just kissing! Is what I meant. Just kissing I don’t want…”

”Peanut, relax. You didn’t do anything wrong. Come here, let’s sit down.”

They lead Emily to the couch and sit down with Emily in the middle. They let Emily collect herself, anticipating that she has more to get off her chest first. As much as it pains her to see her daughter hurting, she’s happy Emily feels comfortable coming to them to talk about it. Like they’ve told her all her life, she should always come to them with whatever problem she has and they will listen to her and try to help her. She thinks back to her own upbringing. It wasn’t quite like that. She loves her mom but they were never… that close, or at least not as close as she feels to Emily. Growing up she didn’t always feel like she could go to her mom. She vividly remembers the last time she did, go to her with a big problem. Confiding in her about Barb’s disappearance and all her worries about that. Her mom had tried to be supportive in her own way at first but then… the betrayal she felt when, after she told her mom all about her worries for Barb and what could’ve happened to her, her mom instead focused on the fact that she had gone to a party and hooked up with a guy, that that was what was important to her, that her princess had slept with some guy not that Barb was missing. She’s never really gotten over that betrayal, after that it felt useless to go to her mom with her troubles. She’d handle it herself instead. With a lot of help from the guy who’s right now got his arm protectively around both her and their daughter on the couch. And she promised herself she’d never do to Emily what her own mom did to her.

”I’m just… I don’t know what people, what he… expects. Or wants. I thought we were just having fun going to the movies and hanging out and stuff and just uh… kissing. I didn’t… don’t… want to do more than that… kissing. Right now. But I know that… I mean Cindy told us in the locker room that she let Greg Morris feel her up like uh… a lot and people talk about going to second base or third or whatever and like some have been having sex since like 8th grade, ew, but I’m just… not ready… for that stuff… I thought Brian got that but I mean I know he wanted more because I kind of had to slow him down last week what if that’s what… I mean everyone else is up for it I don’t know why I’m such a-”

”Hey hey hey. You shouldn’t do stuff you don’t want to do. Never. Don’t ever do stuff just because other people are doing them if you don’t really want to. That’s never the solution. We’re so proud of you. You’re so strong.”

”No…”

”Yes you are, you have the strength to say something when you’re uncomfortable and don’t let people just have their way with you. That’s really strong. You know… a lot of that stuff you mentioned it’s just… okay all that stuff can for sure be fun, but only if both are ready for it and really want to do it. Sadly I think a lot of times people start doing stuff like that when they’re too young because… well because boys… a lot of… most, boys take stuff for granted and maybe are pushy in a way that it’s hard to say no. When someone is being pushy, to say no like you did that takes strength and not everyone has that strength always, which no one can be blamed for, it’s just bad that people are pushy… I’m not gonna be the type of mother who tells you to not do… stuff but I am glad you haven’t done that stuff yet if you’re not comfortable with it. Because it really is only fun if you really want to do it not when you just give in because someone nags you about it.”

”And if he couldn’t handle you saying you didn’t want to do that stuff then he’s an idiot.”

”Dad…”

”He is. If he can’t wait and doesn’t like it when a girl says what she wants, he sucks.”

”It’s true Peanut, he really sucks if that’s the reason.”

”Okay but still it’s… I don’t know if it was that I just think maybe that was… but also just like… compared to other girls I mean I… if I don’t put out like other girls… and then I look like this and I’m not cool I don’t get how… what would people see in me… what did he even see-”

”People see a super cute beautiful girl! With a cute face and great hair and piercingly blue eyes-”

”Mom, you’re my mom of course you’re gonna say-”

”That you’re the most beautiful girl in the world, because you are. Okay remember, family rule: No bullshit.”

”But ugh I’m too short and I’m flat as a plank and my acne is…”

”Isn’t noticeable. And you’re not flat as a plank, nor too short. You’re perfect.”

”Yes. And what do you mean you’re not cool? You’re easily the coolest girl in your school.”

”Dad, you don’t know cool. Pretty sure my dad saying I’m the coolest just made me even less cool…”

”Hey now I know cool! Your mom was the coolest girl in town no doubt and you’re so much like her!”

”Yeah right… I just… feel so stupid.”

”You’re not stupid. He’s stupid. Boys are stupid.”

”Well I’m just… I thought he liked me… I liked him… I think I liked him… it’s… I hate this. I was so nervous I’d screw it up and I wasn’t sure how I felt but then I started feeling better about it and then he just goes ’not feeling it’… I don’t… I don’t know…”

”Sweetie, were you having fun? With him.”

”Yes… mostly, I mean. When I wasn’t nervous or unsure of… stuff, it was fun.”

”Well then… I know it hurts, it ending like this. Without him giving a good reason even. That really sucks. And I’m not gonna lie, it’s gonna continue to suck for a bit… I wish I could say something that would just make it all better but I don’t have those magic words sweetie. But I do know it’s going to be okay.”

”Right…”

”And I don’t think you should have any regrets. Seriously, it’s his loss not yours. It’s not you who did anything wrong. You did what you wanted to do and didn’t do what you didn’t want to do. Hold onto that attitude sweetie, please, I’m begging you. Don’t do stuff you don’t want to do. If he can’t handle that it’s his loss.”

”Yeah he’ll be kicking himself soon enough. He’ll go ’oh my god how could I let Emily Byers go? I’m such an idiot’,” Jonathan fills in.

”Yeah right dad,” Emily scoffs with the slightest hint of laughter in her tone. ”And thanks mom I know I’m just… trying to be strong like you but-”

”You’re already way stronger than me.”

”No I’m not-”

”Yes you are. God you should’ve seen me at your age. So desperate to fit in, so unsure of who I was, what I wanted to do…”

”I don’t know what I want to do or who I am or anything either!”

”Yeah but who does? My point is, you at least don’t change who you are to fit in. You’re just unapologetically you, which makes you the coolest. You got that from your dad, by the way. I love that about you and that’s why your friends like you and that’s why even the dork I married is right when he says you’re the coolest girl in school.”

Emily releases a soft chuckle at her calling Jonathan a dork.

”Why are you drinking wine and watching Lady and the Tramp?” Emily then asks as she readjusts herself further back into the cushions and for the first time really glancing up at the TV.

”Because adulthood is fun. And because your father forgot to go to Blockbuster.”

”And because your mom got nostalgic.”

”We watched this in the winter of ’84 when we got snowed in and then he got inspired to make me spaghetti,” she explains to Emily’s questioning look. ”It was sweet.”

”Ugh, you’re both dorks,” Emily shakes her head.

”Thanks, you’ve said that before.”

The classic scene where Lady and the Tramp share a string of spaghetti comes on.

”Please tell me you guys didn’t do that,” Emily sighs.

”Well…”

”It was your mother’s idea.”

”God please tell me I’m adopted.”

”Sorry honey.”

Her daughter’s usual dry sarcasm is like music to her ears. Emily will be okay. They remain cuddled up together all three on the couch for the rest of the evening, lazily watching the rest of the movie and then other late-night programming. Eventually Emily falls asleep against Jonathan just like she always did when she was little. She gently brushes a hand through Emily’s hair and thinks that through it all they somehow must’ve managed to do something right because they’ve raised this girl who’s turned into the best person in the history of the world as far as she’s concerned.

[69harurr]

Would it be okay to ask A-Z from the fluff alphabet for Armin? If its too much you can just choose which letters you like best ^^ Thank you!

Activities- What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free timewith them?

If it’s a gloomy day and the weather isn’t very nice, Armin would love to watch some movies. He’s a bit of a film nerd. He loves the cool things that people make in movies. (visual effects, direction etc.) However, if it’s a nice sunny day then they’d go out for a walk. Armin would being taking pictures of the scenery and his s/o.

Beauty- What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful aboutthem?

Armin admires their heart and personality. Simple as that. Appearances aren’t important. Never judge a book by it’s cover. He knows because he’s sort of like that in a way. 

Comfort- How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

Armin understands what they’re going through. Heknows that he has to be there for his s/o. He’ll put his hands behind theirback and hold them. If they don’t want him to hold them  he’ll stay by their side. “It’s okay, s/o…”

Dreams- How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Armin can see them living together in a nice house and possibly getting a pet. Maybe they’ll have a child. Get married and travel around the world for their honeymoon.  

Equal- Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Armin prefers for his s/o to lead the way. He wants to make them happy so he’s rather passive. Of course, there are times where he’ll lead the way and know what to make the right decisions. 

Fight- Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Armin tries to avoid fighting. He would make sure that they both calm down and give each other space. He’s thinking about the fight over and over. He feels a little annoyed or angry or even confused. He wants to make a compromise for himself and his s/o. He can blow but he tries his best to stay calm. Assess the situation. 

Gratitude- How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doingfor them?

He’s grateful for all their support and kindness.He doesn’t really have anyone to fully express his feelings because he knowsthat everyone has a burden. Especially since the situation around them isalways uncertain and full of mystery, he’s glad to have his s/o by his side.

Honesty- Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

Armin bubbles up a lot of his feelings. He doesn’t want to be a burden to his s/o so he carries it. He’ll be very honest with them and will tell them most things. Armin does respect privacy however there are times where he feels like a little peek won’t hurt.

Inspiration- Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying outnew things or helped them overcome personal problems?

He’s found a nice footing and some new-foundconfidence. Armin’s confidence spiked upto a new level. Knowing that he has a very incredible person by his side makeshim super happy. He’s been bullied as a child and had a rocky childhood. Heappreciates the love.

Jealousy- Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Armin doesn’t get very jealous very easily.However, when he does get jealous he will passively give jealous nods andinternally have a lot of disappointment and pain inside. Deep inside, he feelsthat there is someone better for them but the fact that they chose him makeshim feel a lot better.

Kiss- Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Armin isn’t the one who usually wants thekisses, it’s S/O. However in the times he wants a kiss, he’ll be a bit clingyand whine. He’s a little more aggressive and it’s a rare moment. It’s best totreasure it. After that, he’ll turn red,

LoveConfession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Armin would have to get a lot of push from his friends. He’s friends know but Armin isn’t going for it. With the support, he finally decided to confess. However, when he tries to say anything, he’s stuttering and mumbling his words. His face is lowing heating up and then he explodes. He word vomits everything. He’ll apologise and take a deep breath. He’s back for another try. He says it again with confidence and a nervous smile on his face.

Marriage- Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage belike?

Armin would like a simple wedding but it would be very special and meaningful. There would be some little hidden references and inside jokes scattered around that the guests wouldn’t know about. He’d like an outdoor wedding. Maybe near a beach.

Nicknames- What do they call their s/o?

Most of the time, he would simply call his s/owith their name. If he’s learning a new language or wants to learn more of hiss/o culture, he would call them by equivalents of “my dear” mi amour etc.

OnCloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious forothers? How do they express their feelings?

He has a grin that he’s trying to hide but it’s stuck on his face. He’s not as focusing and staring at the clouds. It’s obvious to everyone. When he’s near his s/o, his blue eyes sparkle and glisten. He’s a lot more talkative to his s/o.

PDA- Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o infront of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Armin’s shy about PDA and is modest about therelationship. He’ll only go as far as the occasional give a peck on the cheekor forehead and holding hands.

Quirk- Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

Armin knows a lot of fun and random facts. If you need to do something, he’ll probably know about it through a random fact.

Romance- How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché orrather creative?

Armin’s a little cliché but that’s alright. He’sstill a little awkward in the early phases. He’d do small things like leavingflowers for them after work or on their desk. “Good work, s/o.”

Support- Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

He’s super supportive! Even if he doesn’tunderstand, he’ll give it a try with his s/o. He’s always ready to learn newthings and it’s even more fun if it with his s/o. He’ll make sure his s/odoesn’t overwork themselves or hurt themselves in the process of their goal.  

Thrill- Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do theyprefer a certain routine?

Armin is a very content person in arelationship. He isn’t one to spice things up. Although he likes an equalbalance of routine and spice.

Understanding- How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

He plays attention to his partner and remembersrandom things that they have said.

Value- How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparisonto other things in their life?

He treasures the relationship. His s/o is veryimportant to him. He’d dedicated himself to them and would want to support them. However, he knows that sometimes those things can’t happen. He’ll have to take his work if it’s big BIG and he can’t bring his s/o along.

WildCard - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Armin likes learning different languages so he’ll know a lot of very sweet phrases. 

XOXO- Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Armin is very easy to cuddle with and he likes to surround himself in warmth. He reallyenjoys it. He warms up to an affectionate partner because that. 

Yearning- How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Armin puts his yearning internally. He’d think about them a lot. Thinks about the thinks that they would buy when he passes through the shop. He wouldn’t whine about it. He’d mumble to himself how much he misses his s/o. He keeps a physical picture of his s/o with him.

Zeal- Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, whatkind of?

Armin is very willing to go to great lengths reluctantly. He’s very supportive but he knows the risks. He loves travelling and experiencing new places so he wouldn’t mind moving to the other side of the world. It’ll be hard to leave his friends behind but he’s with his s/o. 

[huffle-dork]

The Dark Trio Meets (Part 2)

Anibase watched outside of the cage, still completely invisible, sitting on the floor nearby. She loved this, it was just like watching cartoons! She held Nini, who was also invisible under her touch, cleaning off the ink and trying her best to stitch her back together.

The hyenas shake off Unreal’s influence but all turn to look at her. Two of them rush at her aggressively. They aren't made of actual ink like Niy and Gary are. Ouros had learned her lesson.

A few break off to sniff around the room and circle the area Anibase is in while the rest go to Ouros to bite the ink trapping her.

“F̙͕̟̃̇̇u̢͇͈̽̆̉c̬̜̟͛͗̃k̢̜̺̊̄͛!̳͇͗͗̚ͅ ̡̬̘̆͛͘”Unreal cries as she made a shield of ink in front of her, stealing some the ink from Anibase’s empty cage.

“What the fuck are these mongrels made of?!”

Unreal hears the hyenas chomping on her and can feel the unpleasant sensation. She growls and has the ink extend out, covering their mouths with sticky ink.

Anibase finishes with Nini and hovers her above the pendant. “WW91J2xsIGJlIHNhZmUgaW4gaGVyZS4uLg== ((You’ll be safe in here…))” And with that, Nini vanishes inside. Anibase then looks up and see the hyenas and gasps, the softly squeals in delight.

“UFVQUElFUyEhIQ== ((PUPPIES!!!))” And her eyes filled with childish glee as she phased back into the material plane.

The hyenas snarl at the sticky ink and devolve into a dark liquid that looks disturbingly like blood before reforming healthy and whole. They attack the ink holding Ouros with renewed vigor. The ones attacking Unreal circled her while laughing unable to get past the shield.

Ouros was taking deep breaths in the ink trapping her. She glared over at Anibase, “My hyenas are not puppies.”

The hyenas near Anibase growled in agreement and backed away from her wearily.

Panic seized Unreals’s heart but she tried not to show it as the laughter of the hyenas increased. She made the ink shield surround her completely like a dome and huddled down trying to think. She heard something buzz in her jeans and took out Huffle’s phone from her pocket. Ah annoying pop up for the game she played. Unreal studied the device before her hand glitched in front of her again. Hmm… she might be able to use this.

Anibase frowns as the hyenas pad away. She then looks at Ouros again and observes her more closely. “SGF2aW5nIG90aGVycyBkbyB5b3VyIGZpZ2h0aW5nLCBodWguLi4/ ((Having others do your fighting, huh…?))” Anibase asked. She looks at the ink-shield-bubble. “U28gaG93IHdvdWxkIHlvdSBmaXggdGhpcyB0aGVuIEFtYmVyLi4uPw== ((So how would you fix this then Amber…?))”

Ouros snorts, “My ink creations are familiars and should be considered mere extensions of myself.”

With one last snarl the hyenas tore through the ink holding Ouros and she stepped out with a shake. The hyenas padded to Ouros and brushed up against her.

Ouros looked over at the ink shield and pointed up at the ceiling where there were a few sprinklers. “How good are you at starting fires?” Ouros asked.

Unreal stares at the phone then quickly starts typing, knowing exactly where to go. She touched the screen and her frantic glitchy pixels seemed to be sucked into the screen, as if drawn into it.

Then she heard Ouros’s plan and cursed slightly. But an idea struck her. She held the phone close to her chest and waited to see what their next moves would be.

Anibase grins. “T29oLCBJIGhhdmVu4oCZdCBzZXQgVGVGQSBvbiBmaXJlIHlldCwgdGhhdOKAmXMgYSBnb29kIGlkZWHigKYh ((Ooh, I haven’t set TeFA on fire yet, that’s a good idea…!))” Anibase stores the idea for later and rubs her hands quickly together. She then spreads them apart and fire dances between her hands. She then quickly brings her hands to the ground, letting the sparks light up the room around them. She raises her arm over one of the flames and her arm phases out. She laughs as if being tickled. “VGhhdCBnb29kIGVub3VnaCBmb3IgeWEgQSBtIEIgZSBS4oCmPw== ((That good enough for ya A m B e R…?))”

Ouros nodded while ignoring the flames creeping toward her, “This is good enough.” As she said it the sprinklers above Ouros burst into life and began spitting out water.

The hyenas growled and melted back into Ouros’s skin as she stood with her arms crossed waiting for the ink bubble to melt away.

The instant the water touched the ink it almost seemed to screech and sizzle slightly. Sparks like wet electronics started to erupt from the bubble as it started to dissolve. Unreal winced in pain at the sounds and felt the ink of her skin start to spark slightly too. She had to hurry to escape this!

She opens the messenger app Huffle uses to talk to her friends and shoves her hand into the screen. Immediately she’s sucked into the screen leaving it covered in ink and it hits the floor with a dull thud.

A ping goes off on both TeFA’s and Juri’s phones.

Anibase hears Juri’s phone goes off and bursts into immediate laughter. “T2ggbXkgZ29vZG5lc3MgY2FuIHlvdSBwbGF5IHRoYXQgYWdhaW4gcCBMIGUgQSBzIEU/IQ== ((Oh my goodness can you play that again p L e A s E?!))” Anibase continues to laugh, unable to control her childish nature.

Ouros’s eye twitched as the ringtone faded out. “Juri,” Ouros seethed. She reached back to pull out her phone and turn the annoying thing off.

As soon as Ouros unlocked the screen Unreal came bursting out as colorful pixels, sending a hand right to Ouros’s face. The full weight of her body pushed Ouros to the ground as Unreal settled back into her body. Acting fast she shot another wave of ink at Anibase but already the water from the sprinklers was burning her skin. It started sparking and smoking and Unreal held back a scream of pain.

Anibase, caught slightly off guard, quickly dodged, but looked again seeing that her arm got slightly hit. She growled and quickly wiped it off. She looked back, her right eye starting to faintly glow. An idea suddenly struck her and with a lot of her strength, wrapped the two of them up with her noose, and hung them above the ground. She stared up at them with furious eyes.

“V2UgYXJlIGdvbm5hIGdldCBub3doZXJlIHdpdGggdGhpcy4uLg== ((We are gonna get nowhere with this…))” Anibase admitted through strained teeth, trying to keep the two of them together. Holding up something that weighed a lot more than you, let alone two, was a struggle. She then eyed Unreal with a glare. “RXNwZWNpYWxseSB3aXRoIHlvdSBhIEMgdCBJIG4gRyBsaWtlIGEgY2hpbGQsIGFuZCB0aGF04oCZcyBjb21pbmcgZnJvbSBtZS4uLiE= ((Especially with you a C t I n G like a child, and that’s coming from me...!))”

Ouros lay limply in the noose staring deadpan down at Anibase. “Why am I strung up here with Anger Management issues,” She asked Anibase while pointing at Unreal.

There was a pain building up in Ouros’s head signaling Juri trying to wake up. Ouros grit her teeth as a new stab of pain hit her. Juri usually didn’t try to fight Ouros for control so Ouros struggled to force Juri back to sleep.

Unreal growled and struggled against the ropes but couldn’t budge. She was starting to smoke more and spark more and finally let out a pained cry. Her skin was burning and she was close to passing out.

“I͖̤͒͊-͕̝̉̎ḭ̗̀͒f̲̱̓̂ ̢̹̾͗ỵ̩͌̕o̝͕̾̈́u͔̭̔̋ ̢̻̈̕ẘ̨͔͒à̩͓̉n̨͎̾̑t͓̞̿̕ ̯͎̌̑t̨̟́͘o̫̪̎̌ ̺̝̈̎ṣ̛̯͐ă̹̩̈y̜̗͛͝ ͇͓͆͝š̘̞̉o͉̗̐͒m̥͇̽͝ę̳̈̈́t̗̘́̅ẖ̐͘͜i̛͂͜ͅn̬͔̂̀g̤̮̈̋.̞̭͛̚.͈̘̐͝.͎͔̈́͝t͈̲̄͝-̫̗̽̇ẗ̳̙̉u͚̇̽ͅr͕͚̆̽n̗̣̔̅ ̦̲͑͘ò͇̜͠f̮̞̌̈́f̞̱́̂ ͍̂̕ͅṭ̡̐̌h͍̬͌̀ḙ̛̥͌ ̖͕͌̾s͔̘̈́̋p̡̜̉͝r̝̝̈̅í̙̼͑ǹ̢͇̒k͔͖̿̌l̼̪̓̚ē̮̲̚r̻̟͛͘s̟̰̆̓!̧͖̕͠ ̺͐̇ͅÌ̺̼̋.̧̛̟̂.̗̰͑̋.̯̱̄͝Ì̼̤͒’̨̙̆̚m̝̹̃́ ̧̬͑͗n̻̖̂͂o̢͖̒͝t͔̣͑̈́ ̝͕̆̋g̲̬͐̀o͍͙͂͌n̻͍͂̚ň̝͙̈́ạ̘̀̂ ̻͖̓̈́l̜̖̓̎a̻̹͗͘ś̩̱̕ṯ͉̓̏ ̺͍͝͠m͕̐̔ͅu͉̜̇͘ç̑̀͜h̘͈̏̅ ̱͉͑͝l̞͇̆͘ó̫̥̐n̹̝͆̄ḡ̜̫͆é̢͖̈́r̳̞͑̍.͈͖̚̕.̖̞̆̄.̫̦̃͝”Unreal gasped, more ink running down her face as if she was crying from the pain.

Anibase crossed her arms and evilly smiled. “RiBJIE4gYSBMIGwgWSEgWW91IGxlYXJuZWQgd2hlbiBlbm91Z2ggd2FzIGVub3VnaC4uLiE= ((F I N a L l Y! You learned when enough was enough...!))” She built up a jump and leaped up high, and broke the sprinklers. She then landed back down and started panting. “V2h5IGRvIHlvdXIgaG9zdHMgaGF2ZSB0byBoYXZlIG1hdGVyaWFsIG1hc3MuLi4/IQ== ((Why do your hosts have to have material mass…?!)) She rolled her hands into fists to focus.

“SXQncyBvYnZpb3VzIHRoYXQgd2Ugd29uJ3QgZ2V0IGFueXdoZXJlIGZpZ2h0aW5nIGVhY2ggb3RoZXIgbGlrZSB0aGlzLi4uIFdlIGFsbCBoYXZlIGdvYWxzIHdlIHdhbnQgdG8gYWNjb21wbGlzaC4uLiBBbmQgd2Ugd2lsbCBkbyBhIE4geSBUIGggSSBuIEcgdG8gZ2V0IHRoZW0uLi4= ((It's obvious that we won't get anywhere fighting each other like this... We all have goals we want to accomplish... And we will do a N y T h I n G to get them…))” Anibase then looked at Ouros. “V2hhdCBpcyB5b3VyIGdvYWwsIGh1aC4uLj8gQ2VydGFpbmx5IGl0IGRvZXNuJ3QgaW52b2x2ZSBtZSBvciBJbmt5LCByaWdodC4uLj8= ((What is your goal, huh...? Certainly it doesn't involve me or Inky, right...?))”

Ouros glared at them both. “My only goal is to get a body. That in no way involves either of you.”

Her head was really pounding now and dangling in the air wasn't helping. Ouros glanced over at the hurt Unreal and huffed.

“Put me down,” Ouros demanded, “I have no more reason to fight.”

Unreal whimpered quietly, ink falling off her face in big watery drips. Under the ink you could see red blotched burned skin. Unreal weakly tried to use her ink to cut them down but all her ink was rendered useless from the water. It was gonna take her a long time to rebuild her reserves….

“What makes you think…” Unreal rasped, glaring at Ouros, “You’re the only one that wants a b̬̮͇̊̾̓o͖͕̙͂̉͐d̜͎͈͂͒͝ŷ̢̱̱̽̉?”

She shuddered at the sting of her ink slithering over her burns then muttered through gritted teeth, “Maybe… we could help each other? Since our hosts are close or whatever…”

Anibase smiles, but this time truly happy. “SC1IZWgsIGxvb2tzIGxpa2Ugd2UncmUgYWxsIGZpbmRpbmcgb3VyIHBsYWNlLi4u ((H-Heh, looks like we're all finding our place…)) And with that she drops them both and collapses to the ground, her body unable to keep itself from staying materialized. She pushes herself up so she's sitting in front of them. She holds both of her hands out to be shaken.

“SSBjYW4gaCBFLQ== ((I can h E-))” Anibase starts her bargain, but stops. She sighs. “V2UsIGNhbiBoIEUgbCBQIGVhY2ggb3RoZXIuLi4= ((We, can h E l P each other…))” Anibase repeats, with an added look to the two darksonas to get their reassurance.

Ouros had landed on her feet with a slight stumble and listened to Anibase’s proposal. Without glancing back Ouros turned and strode out of the room to enter her room she used for experiments. She grabbed a tiny cauldron and walked back into the other room.

“The proposal sounds interesting to me but I know that Unreal and I have bad blood so I have a peace offering as humans do,” Ouros said. She set the cauldron on the ground and used one foot to shove it and let it slide over to Unreal.

Unreal’s ink bubbled in it. “I went back after our fight and collected all the ink that dripped off you to experiment on,” Ouros explained with a shrug, “it should be safe for you.”

Unreal stared at the cauldron with a wary glance. “You’re a fucking weirdo…” she mumbles. She peers in before plunging her hands in, letting the ink settle into her skin. She sighs in relief as her ink reforms on places outside of her burns. She leans back and cracks her neck loudly, wincing at the burns still but she looks better.

“This seems like it could backfire easily. Cuz you both are assholes and I’m the worst. But…” she sighs and shrugs, “Not many other dark sides go work with.”

Unreal sticks out her hand and tenderly shakes Anibase’s hand with a scowl. “Let’s see if we avoid killing each other...unless y̭̻̥͆̀̚ö̼̝̞̊̌ȕ̡̲̊͛͜ ̫̞̬̈̽́p̛͚̫̲̃͝í̮̠̱̐͝s̖̘͚̑̌̃ś̢̳̱̏͠ ̢̱̃̄̉͜m̲̲͙͆̏̌e͚̦̖͂͋̐ ̼̻̗͑͛̂ơ̱̝̣̓̎f̨̘̞́̽͆f̱̜̰͌͊̚.̖̲̻̉̇͝”

Anibase shrugs and returns the handshake. “U2FtZS4uLg== ((Same…))” She then returns to Ouros, her hand still slightly outstretched. “V2VsbCBBbWJlci4uLj8gSSBrbm93IHdlIGp1c3QgbWV0LCBidXQgeW91IGhhdmVuJ3QgZ2l2ZW4gbWUgYSBmdWxsIHJlYXNvbiB0byBrIEkgbCBMIHlvdSwgeWV0Li4u ((Well Amber...? I know we just met, but you haven't given me a full reason to k I l L you, yet…))”

“My name is Ouros,” Ouros announced as she shook Anibase's hand. She took a step back after peered around the destroyed room.

With a grimace Ouros spoke, “I would take you to a new room but my host is fighting me right now when she never has before and I don't have much time left.”

“Since when were you one for hospitality, Medusa?” Unreal taunted with a smirk. She winced and held one of her burnt arms with a grimace. “I...I might be close to gone too. Lauren’s still asleep but her body…” She curses and glares at her arms with disdain.

“If we’re gonna work together. We need to keep our hosts together…”

Anibase thinks. “VHJ1ZS4uLg== ((True…))” The dream demon then thinks and crosses her arms. “QnV0IHRoYXQgc2hvdWxkbid0IGJlIG11Y2ggb2YgYSBwcm9ibGVtLi4u ((But that shouldn't be much of a problem…))” Anibase smirks. “TGV0J3MgcmVzdCB1cCwgYW5kIHRoZW4gd2lsbCBnbyB0YWNrbGUgb3VyIGZpcnN0IHByb2JsZW0uLi4= ((Let's rest up, and then will go tackle our first problem...))”

“TG9uZ2VyIGNvbnRyb2wgb3ZlciBvdXIgaG9zdHMuLi4= ((Longer control over our hosts…))”

[evakfanficsrecs]

Hallaaa! Are there any new humor fics you enjoyed and can recommend? Thanks a lot

Hello lovely!

I know this has been sitting in our inbox for ages and I sincerely apologize for that, but hopefully this ‘little’ humor rec list will be enough to guide you over the draught before our proper Christmas masterpost!

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It Only Takes a Taste (When You Know It’s Good) by shakespeareandsunshineSummary: It would be bad enough if it was just some mystery coworker stealing meals from the office fridge. Then Isak could hate their anonymous ass in peace. But no, Isak has a very good idea who the culprit is. And seeing the villain in the breakroom every day, smiling at Isak like he has nothing to apologize for was testing Isak’s very limited patience. And also probably his self-control, although for an entirely different reason. 

TOW The Blackout by bri_nessSummary: “I’m stuck in an elevator with Hot Neighbour.”

the one where even is extra by bbyfruitSummary: In which Even tries way too hard, Isak is just trying to deliver some damn pizza, and the Balloon squad are best bros.

dear, don’t you be nervous by chasingflowerSummary: Sometimes, Isak wishes he could just keep his mouth shut. It would solve a lot of his problems. (Or, Isak tells Eskild that he’s dating Even, the boy he likes, but hasn’t said any more than ten words to. It’s not the best situation.)

it’s kind of a funny story by dobriksSummary: “This is so weird” the guy said in an apologetic tone, “But– I, hm, can I use your bathroom?” “What?”

Come and paint the world with me tonight by LostInAdmirationSummary: “If he had been smart and sober enough to say no, he wouldn’t be stood in a church he definitely shouldn’t be in, wearing a suit that was far too tight and a rainbow coloured bow-tie.”

Got You Carved Into My Soul by i_once_wrote_a_dream Summary: “Isak, babe. This is me. This is the costume that speaks to my soul.”

Let’s Let Things Come Out Of The Woodwork by ultimatelawrenceSummary: Okay so maybe Even’s crush is becoming obsessive. Maybe he’s asked around a bit too much about Isak Valtersen. Maybe he shouldn’t be going to parties he has no real interest in every weekend just so he can look at Isak from afar. Maybe Isak shouldn’t be so damn cute then.

The Worst Soulmate by kaleidxscopeSummary: soulmate /ˈsəʊlmeɪt/ noun: 1. a person ideally suited to another as a close friend or romantic partner. * Well, Isak hates his.

just a silly phase by thekardemommeSummary: Isak and Even don’t like each other. (Also: Isak and Even play 7 Minutes in Heaven.) Time heals all wounds.

I’m Always Here by nofeartinaSummary: “Did you know that Even is working this summer? At that pool at the Plaza?” Jonas says.Isak actually sits up in excitement at this. “Fuck yeah!” Oh, a pool. Actual water they could go swimming in and cool down. And also, Even.

you’re the glitter in the dark by piccadillySummary: Isak is a witch. The universe wants Even to find out. Or, five times Isak almost revealed his magic, and the one time Even revealed his.

S-P-A-C-E by PingviiniSummary: “What on earth is this, Isak!” Eskild shouts through the music as he steals Isak’s phone from his hands making the young man in question jump. “I leave you for two seconds and you are already giving in. No. Shame on you. You hold your head, baby gay. We are sad and angry so he is blacklisted for the night.” Isak tries to reach for his phone intending to give a piece of his mind to Even but is unsuccessful as Eskild fights Isak like his life depends on it and ends up shoving the Iphone somewhere he knows Isak won’t dare to take it. “Serr?!” Isak gasps as Eskild slips the phone to his boxers and then shrugs his shoulders innocently to inform Isak that he had basically begged for it, so ultimately it was Isak’s own fault his phone was now in Eskild’s boxers.

I Ducking Love You by wyoheartsmusicSummary: “MISSED CONNECTION - You were the boy sitting on this park bench, I was the guy fighting a duck for my pants and losing.” * Or, Even has a disagreement with a duck and Isak and Even fall in love along the way.

And straight on ‘til morning by diamondjacketSummary: He’s searching the lineup for a glimpse of an Andorian’s telltale blue skin, when someone else catches his eye. Someone whose skin is decidedly not blue. No…this guy’s skin is pale, with a delicate pink pallor that matches Even’s own. His hair is equally soft-looking and fair, his mouth wet and red and bow-shaped, his eyes a deep, earthy green. He’s tall—nearly as tall as Even—and he’s lean, though he fills out his Science blues rather…enticingly. He’s beautiful.

Something Wicked by SabeleySummary: Attention residents: This Halloween will be one to die for. For the next four weeks, Nissen Hall will be taking part in a role-play murder mystery extravaganza. Do you think you can figure out whodunnit before time runs out? Or will you be the next to die? All interested victims can sign up below. * Or the one where Isak and Even are each convinced the other is a fake murderer, but they are for real turned on by it anyways.

pool full of liquor by thekardemommeSummary: Isak gets drunk and runs away from his friends, and Even seizes the opportunity to be his knight in shining armor. May as well be Shakespeare.

Us, but we’re… by TeatrolleySummary: “You think we do this in every universe?” he whispers, and Even looks down at him to smile.“Yeah,” he says, “I think in one of them we meet in this way,” and just like that it’s begun. * Or: Even tells Isak stories.

Into the Night, With You by cuteandtwistedSummary: “I know it sounds dumb. But I didn’t go to a foreign country, and I didn’t have a wild summer romance with some hot stranger, and I don’t even think I went swimming or clubbing. I just sat here and felt like shit all summer,” said Isak. “Uhm. Let’s fix that.” * Or: a drunk Isak runs into a strange boy with perfect hair who insists on fixing his boring summer in one night. Alternatively: Even spots a drunk Isak and simply MUST take care of him. Aka the Strangers to Lovers one-shot.

Under the Mistletoe by evak1isakSummary: Isak has a crush on Eva’s best friend, Even, but he’s too stubborn to recognize it. With Christmas coming, Eva has a plan to set the two boys up.

& If that’s not enough, here is our Humor tag with some older recs!

Have a nice day ♥

–A

[fox-household]

Act 2: Teaching An Old Lizard, Chapter 1

Alright here we go, can’t really think of much to say here. I’ll add links later when I have time. Hope you enjoy it, thankfully things are finally lifting off I suppose. You all have a good one.

FIRST, PREVIOUS, NEXT

Alphys awoke feeling cold, a small shiver going up her body, before she groaned as she realised the doona had fallen off her bed, leaving the monster exposed to the elements of her room. ‘’Oh, a-again?’’ She then dragged it up off the floor and wrapped herself in it so only her head was sticking out, feeling the warmth surround her. The scientist let out a calm smile, feeling grateful that it was a smooth sleep once more, and now with the warmth her mind was starting to work properly again. Today was still the weekend, so no work, nothing to do at all, perhaps going to basement lab and messing around would take her mind off things. She sighed, ‘’Th-this is g-gonna be me for a w-while’’ The voice gave a sigh of slight annoyance, ‘’Hey Alph, I think you’re forgetting something’’. She made a small expression of confusion before, as if on cue, she heard a clattering in the kitchen a few rooms down. ‘’Wh-what? B-…. Oh hehehe r-right…A-Asgore’s here.’’ Alphys couldn’t help but feel a little shame as suddenly all her memories came back from the previous day, things had been the same around here for so long she hadn’t really realised that someone was actually living with her now, perhaps it hadn’t truly sunk in yet. ‘’How about we go make sure our new guest is alive and not being killed or something.’’ A small nervous laugh came out of her, hoping that the joke was just that, as she left the comfy confines of her doona and got dressed into her usual clothes, and then left her room to check on the situation.

Asgore jumped back as he accidentally dropped the frying pan, making a loud clattering sound, now wearing a worried look. ‘’Oh goodness, please don’t tell me I broke something on my first day’’. While wincing the kid picked up the pan and examined where it landed, only finding a single scratch mark. He let out his worry with a sigh of relief as he put it away, having already washed it down after its use. The goat started whistling a cheery tune as he picked up two plates on the bench, with crispy bacon and a single piece of deep brown toast resting on each plate. He was in the process of taking it to the table when he heard some small footsteps approaching the room, and he turned wearing a smile with a slight nervous undertone, ‘’Oh Alphys, uh good morning, hope I didn’t wake you, nothing was broken I promise’’. The awakened monster shook her head with a tired smile, ‘’I-it wasn’t y-you I p-promise, did y-you sleep well? D-don’t worry I’ll m-make sure y---.. What?!’’ Asgore looked real confused until he followed her gaze to the food he was holding, and that was when he understood her now guilt driven panicked look. ‘’O-oh no, I sh-should’ve got up s-sooner, y-you’re the guest, I s-should be the one c-cooking for you. I’m s-sorry…’’ Asgore went ahead and put the meals on the table nearby and shook his head with a chuckle. ‘’It’s fine, don’t worry about it, just trying to make sure I’m worth having around.’’ Alph sighed, ‘’I-I doubt y-you wouldn’t b-be worth h-having you a-around, b-but can m-maybe I can handle th-the rest of the m-meals of th-the day? Just to w-welcome you…. if that’s ok o-of course.’’ Asgore nodded, ‘’Alright that sounds like a good deal, come sit, don’t want to wait for everything to get cold’’. Asgore sat down and took a bite from the toast and bacon, watching his housemate sit down opposite timidly, taking a bite herself. ‘’So you got any plans for the day, something to occupy you.’’ Alphys shook her head, ‘’N-nothing I really n-need to do today’’. The goat child nodded with a smile, seeming to think for a bit, ‘’Alright, how about we get started on fixing up something? Got to be productive right?’’, She was holding her toast and bacon with two hands and just nibbling on it slowly, her eyes turned attentive and she gave a small nod, which gave the determined boy a wider grin. ‘’Alright, I have something in mind, I believe we should start with the most important part of the house’’. Alphys gulped and looked a little worried, ‘’Th-that sounds a-all good, b-but which p-part of the house is th-that?’’ Asgore’s face absolutely lit up as he giggled, ‘’Don’t worry, you’ll see, I’m going to get stuff ready, you just finish your breakfast’’. With no hesitation he jumped out of his chair and sprinted towards the backyard door, ‘’W-wait Asgore, wh-what about y-your break-…’’, but it was already to late and the kid was gone, leaving her with two plates of breakfast. She sighed, he really was an excitable boy, and now she supposed she was going to have to match his energy somehow. ‘’A-at least he’s l-letting me d-do th-the dishes I-I suppose’’, she said as she quickly finished her breakfast. The lizard took both the plates, and put them next to the sink, and washed her own dish under the sink with soap. Alphys was to nervous to wash Asgore’s quite yet, not knowing whether he planned to come back to it or not, she realised that working out the Prince’s schedule was another thing she was going to have to integrate into her head. ‘’Time to see in what way he can break the monotony, partly wish it wasn’t straight up chores’’. She laughed faintly at the voice, ‘’Y-you know a l-little bit o-of normalcy isn’t a b-bad thing r-right? M-maybe we should try t-to be a little m-more normal, do some…I dunno…n-normal s-stuff’’. A sigh was heard, ‘’Yes, because after all that shit we’ve gone through, you think we can just live a normal life? We should be out there, causing trouble around town, maybe doing some not so ethical experiments, maybe at least going out for drinks, having fun. Oh, and not to mention it’s not exactly normal to adopt an orphan kid on your lonesome, who was already adopted by someone else.’’. Alphys shook her head, a slight tinge of defensiveness in her voice, ‘’H-he isn’t j-just an orphan, he’s a f-friend, p-plus he h-has p-plenty of p-people to c-call family, n-not like he’s f-from an o-orphanage’’. ‘’Yeah, but we’re not that to him.’’ B-but we’re f-friends, and w-we trust e-each other, he’s b-been through that s-stuff to, m-maybe w-we can work together t-to have a n-normal life?’’. Alphys could almost hear the mental rolling of the eyes the voice would be doing if it could roll eyes, ‘’Whatever Al, that’s ridiculous, it’s gonna end up being even worse with you both. Not like you can even picture him normally, you’re telling me you don’t often remember the Prince Asgore that ripped up enemies as he went toe to toe with beasts. You’e telling me you can get the image out of your head of Prince Asgore, covered in flesh, gore and blood, wounds running all over him, and him not even being phased by it all by the end of it.’’ That description brought those flashbacks into her head for the first time in a while, Asgore in that warehouse…everyone in that damn warehouse even. ‘’………We can t-try o-ok? G-got to have a l-little f-faith w-we can w-work this.’’ ‘’Do you ever wonder if he sees the you from back then, the coward who didn’t even try to help, the one who didn’t even try to protect everyone, the hindrance, the one who wasted everyone’s time and energy to be protected instead, when you had the power to protect others and you did Nothing.’’ Alphys seemed to almost freeze, she could feel her body shaking slightly, more of a shiver if anything. The scars where bullet wounds once pierced were tingling and her face was guilt ridden as she remembered the pain and death of that night. ‘’Th-th-that’s e-enough….’’ ‘’Awww, you can never handle that truth can you?’’. I s-said that’s enough……..please’’. The voice quieted down finally, and she moved off to her room swiftly and closed the door behind her, taking a few minutes to regain her composure before meeting Asgore once more, he couldn’t see her like this, not now.

Alphys opened the front door of the house, looking out at the front yard where she saw Asgore, wearing a sun hat that she couldn’t be sure where it came from. By the smiling kid sitting on the porch were a couple of pairs of garden gloves, a couple of small trowels, a rake and a big watering can. ‘’S-so what exactly i-is meant to be th-the m-most important part to f-fix?’’, obviously eyeing the tools rather suspiciously. Asgore gave an enthusiastic grin, ‘’Well we got to work on your garden obviously, fix up this dead land.’’ Alphys raised an eyebrow slightly, ‘’Ummmm a-are you s-sure the g-garden is the m-most important th-thing? C-can’t say I uh see its r-relevance.’’ Asgore proceeded to give a disapproving shake of the head with a sigh as if she had said something incredibly silly, and he was going to have to be the teacher in this scenario, ‘’Nope! It is by far the most important, a healthy environment leads people to have happy mental state and a happy life in general. Plus, the first thing people see is your garden which should be colourful and pretty, because it is proven to make people feel warm and welcome into your home.’’ The lizard monster smiled as she could feel herself taking in some of the confidence coming from the other, ‘’O-oh s-so you’ve done research on th-this stuff, th-that’s good to know’’. But that confidence took a small dip when the child gave a nervous smile, ‘’Uh well, yeah we can go with that I suppose….’’, Asgore then noticed the yellow monsters’ hit in confidence and he gave a defensive look as he put his hands on his hips, ‘’Hey, I don’t question you about your fancy robots and things, so don’t doubt me on this. Just trust me, what I’m saying is the truth’’. The goat let out a huff, though his tone made it obvious he wasn’t angry or anything, just ever so slightly serious. Alphys’ smile returned with kind touch to it, ‘’O-o-of c-course, ummm…..s-show me wh-what to do your h-highness’’, there was a burst of enthusiasm from that last bit, which was evidence enough for Asgore that she was all good to go with his plan. With a chuckle the grinning goat went on, ‘’Alright my Royal Scientist, today you’ll be studying the greatest of all the subjects, the grand science of Botany.’’ He chucked her a pair of gloves and picked up the large watering can and beckoned her to follow, which Alphys did as she put on the rough gloves. The pair went around to the side of the house where lay in a line, a large amount of small shrub like plants, ‘’Alright, I’m going to be watering the flowers near the front since they seem to require a bit more of an experienced touch than what we got here. Al see these plants? You’re going to water them with this watering can, there’s a tap out the back you can use to fill it up, can I trust you with this?’’ Alphys nodded as she took the watering can, ‘’Y-yeah, I c-can do this surely, c-can’t be to d-difficult right?’’ While it was phrased like a rhetorical question, Asgore could sense it was an actual question, ‘’You’ll be fine, it would be pretty hard to stuff up, I believe in you’’, he gave a reassuring smile, ‘’Well see you soon, expecting to come back to a seasoned gardener. Alphys gave a nervous smile, ‘’Th-thanks, I’ll d-do my best.’’ With those final words, Asgore went off to do his duty for the front garden.

The kid ran out of the front door with a full cup of water, starting to look a little puffed out. There had been only one watering can, but since flowers didn’t take as much water to satisfy and he was more experienced, he figured running between the house and back was easy enough to use cups of water as a container, he didn’t expect it to be so tiring. But finally reaching the area with the flowers, he lowered himself down to eye level of the top of it, and slowly poured down about half of the cup, obviously being a careful as can be to make sure it all went down perfectly. Finally, being done with that, he took a deep breath and he decided to sit down and take a breather, just watching the sky for a little bit, the blue canvas with bits of white dotting it, it made the kid feel quite relaxed. In turn it allowed his mind to wander back to memories of a calm happy time, whenever he felt this peaceful he imagined being home, not the house he just came from but the place he once called home, the one they all did. The memories of a bunch of them pranking Gaster with a whoopee cushion or moving his stuff around to mess with him, wrestling with Undyne, cracking jokes with Sans, failing to understand Alphys’ scientific theories no matter how much he tried, playing small games with Papyrus and helping him up to reach the cookie jar which left Gaster perplexed on his method, there was memories of hanging out with Tori out in the woods, talking about god knows what, but no matter what it was it put a smile on his face. There was one final series of memories, the one he reminisced about the most, so much so he had a photograph of one of the times it happened. Asgore closed his eyes and remembered the warmth of the campfire in the middle, everyone smiling, everyone happy without a worry in the world. Tori was sitting next to him on the log, watching him cook marshmallows for the two of them, she always seemed so at peace sitting there. Undyne and Alphys were another log on a different side, Undyne was standing up, with a dramatic grin as she was telling the legendary tales of grand heroes, usually with big swords, who against all odds defeat evil, saving whatever kingdom or world they were apart of, we all never really could tell whether they were tales from here or from the anime Alphys had showed her. Alphys was just sitting their as nervous as ever but still smiling, and listening to it all, she didn’t always contribute much verbally, but at least she was happy hanging out with them all. The third and final log had the skeleton brothers, Papyrus was listening to Undyne’s stories, he always looked so bedazzled by them, so inspired, he really did look up to Undyne’s fighting spirit and he swore he was just going to be as strong as her and everyone in the stories, he was going to make sure everyone was happy. Sans had his usual lazy grin, laying down on the log, sometimes falling asleep which was swiftly interrupted by a scolding by Paps. Although he seemed to be resting he was always listening and taking everything, at least enough to get a pun or two in to the stories or conversations. Most of the time it was just them, but then there were times when Gaster would get enough time off to be there with them, at least for the end. Amusingly he would question the stories Undyne told, his scientific curiosity getting the better of him as he asked how certain things like the magic or tech was possible, how perhaps a certain character knew about this fact and such things like that, which Undyne never knew how to answer. This left Alphys, if she was feeling brave enough, to give some sort of in universe explanation at a fast pace that was hard to follow without the small fan being able to breath while talking, usually that satiated Gaster enough for things to continue. The excitement didn’t last forever, towards the end, when all the energy had been used up and even the moon was starting it’s decent from the centre, people became sleepy and tired. Paps, the little ball of energy that he is, finally conked himself out, either he was sleeping on Gaster’s lap, who would be forced to remain silent and not move, or next to Sans who for some reason by that point was usually sitting up and watching the fire. Undyne and Alphys generally looked sleepy, Alphys didn’t change much, just sitting up, enjoying her time with everyone and hanging out, while Undyne would be either lying down or just staring off into the distance. Tori and himself were always still sitting up, he remembered being able to feel Tori’s weight as she leaned on him, resting with a smile as always, leaving him to sit up and watch the slowly dimming fire. At this point everyone was at peace and silently, only the noises of wildlife and wind could be heard, and if they were lucky, they could see all the stars and moons in the sky, looking down on them all the care free kids that rest below.

Asgore finally snapped out of his thoughts, suddenly realising what he’d been doing, reminding himself that those were the memories of a time that could never return. ‘’Ok brighten up Asgore, we been doing good work, lets just see what else……Wait a second.’’ His expression turned to one of confusion as he realised that Alphys hadn’t gone to see him yet, she had more plants to worry about, but she had a watering can, surely, she should be done by now? But yet, there was no anxious lizard in front of him. Asgore headed towards the side of the house, where he saw Alphys watering plants, or it would be much more appropriate to say, flooding the plants. The goat had a look of distress as he quickly ran up to her and took the watering can, feeling his shoes getting soaked from the large amount of water that was failing to soak into the dirt. ‘’Wh-what a-are you doing?’’ Asgore looked a little panicked as he spoke, ‘’Y-you’re drowning them, how much water have you been using? How much?!’’ Alphys started to look incredibly concerned,  ‘’I-I didn’t know th-that was p-possible, th-thought m-more was always better…..’’, Asgore eyes widened in shock, ‘’…..I w-wasn’t s-sure how much was n-needed sooo I-I thought m-maybe that…..o-one full t-tank per plant w-was a s-safe b-bet.’’ The goat couldn’t believe his ears at all, what she said was just insane, that tank could carry probably a few litres, how could she not know this? ‘’You really haven’t had to look after plants before have you?’’ ‘’Ummm I d-did once and s-similar a-amounts worked l-last time, I th-thought this w-would be the seem same.’’ ‘’Geez, that plant must’ve had been quite determined to live through that, but no, that’s going way overboard, you might’ve killed them all’’. Alphys seemed to hesitate slightly and Asgore groaned and brought a hand to his face, ‘’I-it’s fine, I’m teaching you, that’s what this is about.’’ ‘’D-do you want me t-to m-maybe dig s-some of th-that dirt out? Perhaps th-that’ll d-do something?’’ ‘’No Al, it’ll be fine, we’ll have to wait this out to see what happens, it’s…..not your fault, we’ll take a break alright? Do something else for now, I’m gonna rake the lawn to remove the dead grass.’’ Alphys looked really guilty and sighed, ‘’I’ll g-go get some f-food, I’m so s-sorry, I’ll m-make it up to you.’’ Asgore smiled faintly and shook his head, ‘’No need to apologise, it’s an honest mistake, we’ll figure it out, just maybe go get something to eat, you look a little stressed.’’ Alphys nodded and started walking off, ‘’Anything i-in particular y-you would l-like?’’ Asgore shook his head with a smile, finally returning to a normal one before turning to the mess in front of him, giving a slight chuckle, ‘‘Heh, what am I going to do about now? Going to be harder than I thought.’’