#y’know that feeling you get after you watch a really good film for the first time. that’s how i feel every time i read one of these CACKLES

[unknownarmageddon]

cross stood a bit awkwardly, his brow furrowed as he stared at this mess of... things before him.

killer's goofy grin wavered just the slightest, and there was barely visible dip in his arm before he collected himself again.

"tadaa," he repeated, just as cheerful as the first time.

cross glanced at the little box in his hand, and glanced away nervously. "uhm."

killer's left eye scrunched a bit, confusion on his face as he lowered the small wooden box he was trying to give cross, "what's wrong?"

cross was looking everywhere but killer, his eyes focused on a nearby broken window, and he gripped his arm, frowning. he couldn't tell if this was one of killer's skits or not. the way it looked was striking cross oddly, and he didn't quite know what to do.

killer was kneeling, holding up a little box, and their campsite was set up vastly different than normal. it looked like... some kind of set up for something important, but he didn't know which option was the right one, or one he was okay with.

"...what's all this about," cross finally asked, and killer's head tilted, his grin going lopsided, one side ticking downwards at cross's less-than-enthused response.

"i dunno, i thought it'd be a nice surprise?"

"what kind of surprise," cross said back, a bit more sharply than he'd intended. it wasn't that he hated how much it looked like killer was proposing, no, perhaps if it were.. in a different time, he'd be less... averse.

"huh?" killer glanced back at the neat, comfortably made spot he'd set up in the backseat of a car, and then at the box and back at cross before his eyes widened and he started shaking his head, "wait- oh-- wait, no, shit okay-"

he stood up, dropping the box and reaching for cross, who took a half step back, his eyes narrowed, and killer let him go, his fingers curling in the air before he pulled his hand back and clasped them together, pressing his knuckles to his teeth as he hissed quietly, his brow furrowed.

cross crossed his arms, and frowned at the floor, not sure why he was reacting this way to the concept, the implications. killer let his hands fall as he started, "i wasn't-- i know what it looked like, but it wasn't-- i wouldn't. or i? w-would, but-"

killer looked increasingly embarrassed, or stressed?? as he fumbled with his words before finally blurting out, "valentines!"

cross blinked, and echoed, "valentines???"

killer slumped a bit, and groaned quietly, rubbing at his neck with a slightly pained expression, and he leaned down, picking up the little box and cracking it open, presenting it to cross.

rather than a ring, it was a little carving. the stray thought crossed his mind that killer was getting ridiculously good at carving. it was a small cat with an even smaller heart in it's tiny paws, as if it were playing with it.

cross's tense shoulders eased, his expression softening, and he reached forward to run a finger over the little carving, his eyelights trailing upwards to killer's crooked grin.

he looked apologetic, but sincere, hopeful even, and cross sighed as he shook his head, taking the little box and shutting it, setting it in his pocket as he muttered, "you fucking idiot."

killer's expression brightened, and he lit up, "do you like it?"

cross snorted, and pressed into killer's space, nosing his way into the warm space between killer's neck and his messy jacket fur, sighing as he embraced his stupid stupid companion.

"how did you even know if it was valentines or not?"

killer's arms slid around him, returning the hug tightly. cross could feel the chuckle in killer's chest, the echo of relieved joy cast from killer's soul, the organ hovering safely within cross's ribcage.

"i didn't. but, i figured, we should have one still. for, uh. for old timess sake."

cross squeezed him tighter to himself, and hummed. old times sake.

"...were you really that-"

"no."

"if-"

"yes."

killer's hold tightened, and cross could hear the smile on his voice. "where'd you wanna go, for the honeymoon?"

cross snorted and leaned back, knocking his forehead against killer's as he murmured, "i hear the backseat of cars are popular these days."

killer let out a delighted bubble of laughter, cackling and giggling even as cross nosed his way back to the crook of killer's neck to plant an affectionate kiss to his neck.

-p :]

if it were a different time, a different world, it would be someplace in the mountains.

AUGHHHHH????? AUGH??? AUGH. WAILING

[tbyfandoms]

Flowers | Austin Butler x Reader

Pairing: austin butler x f!reader

Word Count: 3k

Summary: after making a quick run to the store, austin comes home with a surprise for his favorite girl in the world (requested)

Warnings: none

Masterlist/Request Form | Ask/Tell/Request

A/N: I swear it takes the bare minimum for me to go off in delulu land and create a whole scenario of some cute domestic ish about one of my faves lmao! thank you to the anon who requested I write this, you truly fed into my fantasies and I appreciate the excitement. I know it’s been a while since I’ve uploaded a fic so I figured I’d finally try to sit down and write something quick and get it out for the last day of austin’s birth month! I hope you guys enjoy sentimental aus and the dash of horndoginess I threw in there. after finding out about a certain *ehem* tidbit, I saw an opportunity to include the fact austin is an ass man-ANYWAYS! as always lmk what you think! <3

also important side-note! for right now I think I am going to hold off on accepting any new requests for a while. I have quite a few backed up in my ask box that I really wanna get out for the people who sent them in and are patiently waiting! I can’t stop ya’ll from sending things in, but please know that at the moment the requests I have on my currently writing page are my current priorities and it might be a while until I get to yours!

“God, there’s literally nothing on,” you grumble after skipping past yet another movie preview on Netflix.

It’s both yours and Austin’s first off day together in such a long time and all you want to do is cuddle and watch a good film, but it’s like nothing is catching your attention, and at this point you kinda just want to rewatch a comfort film and call it a day. You doubt Austin will put up much of a fight.

The blonde did leave you in charge of finding something to watch while he went off to gather snacks, so he can’t complain too much if you two end up watching a movie you’ve both seen a hundred times, right?

While an idea starts to form in your mind and you quickly scroll to the search bar, soft footsteps from the kitchen make their way to you.

“Baby, I’m headin’ out the store really quick, I just need to pick up a few things before we get started. D’you need anything?”

Your boyfriend’s voice immediately takes your attention away from the black and red screen you’ve been staring at for the past ten minutes. Needless to say the interruption and new view is much appreciated. You swear to yourself that Austin could walk out of a place wearing just a trash bag and he’d still be the most beautiful man you’ve ever laid eyes on.

He looks so soft and cuddly in his cotton shirt and track pants that it makes you sad at the idea you’ll have to wait even longer now to wrap yourself in his arms.

“Did we eat all the snacks again already? I swear neither one of us is home enough to go through food that quickly and yet somehow we always do,” you say as you shake your head lightly.

Austin’s soft chuckle drifts through the air. “It blows my mind too, sweetheart.” The actor moves closer to the front door and begins to put his shoes on—grey and black Adidas with the white stripes, his latest favorites. “I mean we have stuff but I wanna get you some of those candies you like to have when we go to the movies, I figured we could really make it our own little film experience, y’know?”

You scrunch your nose in fondness at the sentiment and get up off the couch to meet your boyfriend at the door. He grabs one of his many baseball caps and settles it atop his blonde waves. You notice how thick Austin’s hair is getting, the hat sliding snuggly over his head.

“Awh, Aus, I’d love that, that sounds amazing,” you grin, stepping forward and wrapping your arms around his neck. “Now, tell me, how would you feel about me picking a certain favorite Gosling film for our movie?”

You grin cheekily at Austin, seeing the flicker of realization in his eyes as he understands exactly which film you’re referencing. Between the two of you, there really is no other Ryan Gosling film it could be besides—you guessed it—The Notebook.

“You’re really gonna make me cry on my day off?” The blonde teases and you roll your eyes jokingly in response. After you and Austin started dating, it didn’t take long for the two of you to go in depth about your favorite films—I mean, it was only fitting—and it was only then did you discover his love for The Notebook. Although written off as a typical, cheesy romance film, it’s so much more than that and Austin was one of the only people to see it as such. The both of you talked for ages about it and no matter how dumb it sounds, that conversation—among many other things—convinced you wholeheartedly that Austin was the man of your dreams. It’s been years since your relationship with Austin started and that film is still one of you forever favorites. You and Austin make sure to rewatch it together at least once a year, tears and choked back sobs included.

“C’mon, baby, you know you want to! It’s about time for our rewatch anyways! I’ll be there the whole time to console you during all the sad parts, and then you’ll be there to console me right after that! I’ll even bring the tissues,” you laugh.

Austin shakes his head and because of your closeness to him you can feel his chest rumble as he laughs along with you. It’s an odd thing to find comfort it and yet you do.

“Fine but only because I love that film—and you—so much. I mean crying in my girl’s arms over a Gosling movie sounds like a day well spent to me anyways.”

The blonde inches closer and rubs his nose against yours, grinning broadly at your giggles that ensue. He swears if he could bottle up that sound and keep it forever, he would.

“Alright, I’m goin’,” Austin says as he steps back and begins to open the door. “You didn’t answer earlier, did you need anything from the store?”

Shaking your head, you respond, “Nope. All I need is for you to come home to me as soon as possible so I can wrap myself in your arms and cry over Noah and Allie with you.”

You’re met with that thousand watt smile again and you can’t help but to return it. “I promise I’ll hurry back, I wouldn’t miss that for the world.”

Before Austin steps fully out the door, he stops and turns back towards you, reaching out his hand to cup your cheek and connect his lips with yours.

The kiss is soft and sweet and the second Austin pulls away you want more than anything for him to kiss you again.

“I love you,” he says before sneaking in another quick kiss, this time on your cheek, and then proceeding out the front door.

The lock clicks into place and as you stand there in the hall, the only audible sound being Austin’s car pulling out of the driveway, you sigh and reach your fingers up towards your lips. It doesn’t matter how long you and Austin have been dating, the whimsical and electric state he leaves you in after each time he kisses you will never, ever get old.

*****

It’s probably only been about fifteen to twenty minutes since Austin left when you hear keys jangling in the door knob.

You figured it wouldn’t take him long considering the store you always go to is right down the street, but the time apart was still long enough for you, so you leap off the couch and hurry to meet your boyfriend as he walks through the front door.

Instantly you notice the small plastic bag Austin’s holding in his hand that he used to open the door. You can already see the wrappings of all your favorite treats peaking through the top and that alone gets you excited. So excited, in fact, that you don’t even notice the way Austin’s holding his other hand behind his back.

The blonde holds out the plastic bag towards you and you squeal in excitement as you begin to dig around in it. “Ah, no way! They actually had them this time!? When I went last they were sold out.” As you grab at one of your favorite snacks, you watch as Austin angles himself awkwardly to try and close the door. It’s like he doesn’t want to turn his back towards you and it’s at this time that you notice he’s holding something out of your line of sight.

“Austin what are you doing?” You giggle, quirking your eyebrow at the way he stands there with a mischievous, yet fond smile on his face. You hear a distinct crinkling sound and you know it’s not from your own bag. “What d’you got there?”

“After I grabbed all our snacks and was headin’ up to the register, I passed a display and saw these.” Your boyfriend brings the hidden object from behind his back and you gasp at the sight of it. “They reminded me of you so I got ‘em for you. Pretty flowers for a pretty girl.”

Austin hands you the bouquet and your eyes instantly well with tears. They’re the most stunning blush colored roses you’ve ever seen and they smell absolutely incredible. There’s a small card sticking out of the side of them and as you read the words written in Austin’s handwriting, your heart swells with adoration.

For my favorite girl

Love, Austin

“Aus,” you whisper, not trusting your voice to withstand anything else. “They’re beautiful. Thank you so much. You didn’t have to do that.”

The actor can tell how emotional you are right now, can tell how much this means to you. He’d do anything to let you know how much you mean to him, to let you know how much he loves you. He’d buy you flowers every single day if it meant he’d get to see that look on your face. That look where your eyes get real big and sparkly and your smile is so wide it makes your eyelids crinkle at the corners. That look that makes Austin want to give you the world.

Careful not to smash the bouquet held delicately in your hands (the bag of snacks now laying on the floor), Austin reaches out and hugs you with one arm, planting a soft kiss on the side of your head. “I know I didn’t have to, sweetheart, but I wanted to. I love you so much and you deserve to be appreciated.”

With the right words to say completely escaping you, you do the next best thing and instantly close the gap between you and the man standing in front of you. One of Austin’s hands finds its place on your lower back, pushing you closer to him, and your own hand without the bouquet in it finds its way to the nape of his neck—fingers twisting in those thick waves you took notice of earlier.

“I love you so much more, Austin Butler,” you breathe out as you break apart from your boyfriend’s soft lips.

“Mmm, whatever you say, baby,” he mumbles against your mouth as he goes in for yet another kiss. You nearly drop your flowers as you get caught up in Austin again, so you break apart before you can do any real damage to them.

“As much as I’m enjoying this right now, I need it to stop for like five seconds before I completely lose myself in you and ruin this gorgeous bouquet,” you giggle, before reluctantly taking a step back from your boyfriend in order to go find a vase in the kitchen to set the flowers in.

“Would that really be such a bad thing?” Austin calls after you. It doesn’t take long for him to meet up with you in the kitchen, his tall figure leaning casually against the doorframe. “I think having rose petals all over the floor would actually be quite romantic. It’d really…set the mood.”

In between spreading out the roses in the vase you found, you glance up at Austin and can see the way his eyes have clouded over just slightly. His intent and emphasis on the last few words of his sentence become abundantly clear, and you try to fight the heat you feel rising up your neck.

Making your way around the kitchen island, you stop in front of your boyfriend and lean lightly into his chest, your hands basking in the warmth radiating through Austin’s white shirt. “You do realize it is your birthday month, right, Aus? Why am I the one getting all the special treatment?”

There’s a soft smirk playing on your lips and you revel in the way Austin tilts his head to the side, his own smirk quirking up at the corner of his mouth. “Who’s to say I’m not getting my own type of special treatment? Looking after my girl and seeing her happy sounds like a pretty nice birthday gift to me.”

Burying your face in Austin’s chest, you barely contain the squeal threatening to spill out of you over the actor’s words. This man somehow always knows the right thing to say to make you melt. “You’re such a heartthrob you know that?”

“I am a man of many talents,” Austin beams. The two of you laugh and you push lightly on his chest to get him to move back towards the living room.

“C’mon, think of the snacks waiting for us! I won’t let your incredibly smooth sweet talking make us miss out on our plan for an at home film experience!” No matter how tempting, you think.

“Trust me, sweetheart, I am thinking about my snack. Mine just isn’t in that little bag you got there.” As you bend down to pick up the plastic bag you haphazardly threw to the side at the reveal of your surprise flowers, Austin comes up behind you and lightly smacks your ass, causing you to let out a sharp gasp.

Jolting upright, you fake annoyance and watch as your boyfriend turns towards you and holds up his hands in innocence. You reach into the bag and throw one of the packets of candy at him. The blonde winks at you as he catches it with ease and then plops down on the couch.

“You’re right though, I did say I wouldn’t miss this for the world, and I am also a man of my word. So c’mon, Ryan’s waiting for us,” Austin grins as he pats the spot next to him on the couch.

Unable to keep up your feigned irritation, you let the smile that’s twitching at the corner of your lips break through as you hurry over to Austin. No matter what happens, you’d never turn down an open invitation from the man you love with all your heart.

Cuddling up to Austin’s side you sigh in the satisfaction of finally getting to relax with him. Sure you two are able to see each other relatively often considering the fact you live together, but it’s rare when you get to just sit together and do absolutely nothing besides enjoy each other’s company. No cameras, no expectations, just you and him.

If anyone were to ask you, you’d say that’s what you’d call pure heaven.

As Austin presses play on the movie and the opening credits begin to roll, you watch as he rips open the bag of candy you threw at him. You take in how he eats one and then sets it aside, beginning to set up the rest of the treats he purchased for you. The reality of it all settles in as it does every so often and you feel a tiny squeeze in your chest as you take it in.

Having someone love you so deeply, having someone who knows practically every part of you from your favorite types of candy to what flowers you would like, having someone who sees your happiness as enough satisfaction for them and truly mean it, is just incredibly unbelievable.

You wonder practically every day how in the world you were lucky enough to find someone like that. To find someone who you love wholeheartedly and who loves you just the same, if not more. The material things—the flowers, the candy—are nice, but nothing beats the feeling you get when you’re with Austin, and you thank your lucky stars that the universe brought him to you. You truly don’t know where you’d be, who you’d be, without him.

“Austin,” you start, looking into his clear blue eyes as he turns towards you, a soft smile already adorning his lips as he catches sight of you. “Thank you for…”

You can’t even begin to think of where to start. You’re sat here looking at this man that’s staring at you with such a fond, loving expression and it’s like words won’t even dare try to form in your mind in a way that would express everything you feel for him. There aren’t enough of them, there aren’t any right ones.

“For what, sweetheart?” Austin whispers as he reaches out and tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear, the warmth from his fingertips leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

“For the…flowers,” you say before letting out an airy laugh. “For the candy, for staying in with me and letting me coerce you into watching this movie for the thousandth time, for just being you, and a million other things I don’t think I’ll ever have the right words to express.”

“You don’t have to thank me for any of that, my love, but you’re welcome anyways. I do it all because I want to, there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you just like I know there isn’t anything you wouldn’t do for me. I hope you know how much I appreciate you. I love you.” Austin leans down and plants a kiss on your forehead before pulling you even closer to his side, wanting nothing but to have you wrapped in his arms.

As your boyfriend turns his attention back to the movie and begins to rub his hand soothingly up and down your back, you feel a sense of content wash over you. When you’re with Austin, it feels like no matter what happens, as long as you have each other, everything will be okay. Nothing is certain, but you’d bet everything you’ve got that this love is.

“I love you too, Aus.”

[nattikay]

Shoutout to my mom who let me dump a bunch of spoilers on her so I could cry about Neteyam. Finally had the chance to get all that sobbing that dehydration robbed me of yesterday out of my system, and I’m feeling a little better now. I mean, the situation still makes me sad, but I don’t think I’ll continue to have my eyes suddenly start leaking every other hour like they did for most of today. :’)

so uuuhhh now that I’ve more or less gotten over that hurdle, I can finally sit down and make a post about all the other stuff from the movie! So here’s a list of some of the other thoughts and observations I had, not exactly comprehensive cuz this is all coming after 24 hours of grieving so I may not remember every single little thought I had, but here we go anyways (also tagging @tenebrius-excellium cuz you said you wanted to hear my thoughts):

-I just want to watch the first five or so minutes on loop for a while (although maybe without the cuts to Neytiri singing the songcord because 🥲, good golly the moment I saw that shot I, already being familiar with the lore behind songcords, was like oh NOOOOO), just the scenes of those ~14 peaceful years where the kids are growing up and the RDA is gone and everyone is happy together and it’s all just so sweet, this is the content I want, I want more of it, please pretty please, I know it’ll be a while before all the gif-makers are able to get a hold of those scenes but man as soon as they do goodness gracious I’m just gonna stare at it all for hours 😭

-While I was already assuming that the Metkayina didn’t actually know English and that we the audience were only hearing English for convenience, I was expecting that issue not to be directly addressed. So I was pleasantly surprised when it was subtly addressed with Jake’s voiceover about now being familiar enough with the Na’vi language to understand it as easily English as the audio of the kids bickering swapped from Na’vi to English. Theory confirmed!

-Speaking of the Na’vi language, I did feel very excited because I was able to understand some of the unsubtitled lines, which was a goal! so yay!! I mean, I didn’t understand every Na’vi line spoken (some of the longer ones I’ll definitely have to listen to more than once to piece together), but to even understand any of it at all, especially the ones without subtitles, felt very awesome!! dopamine rush babey!!!

-And on that note, the fact that Quaritch of all characters was making an effort to learn the language really surprised me! He struck me as the type of character to not give two craps about that sort of thing but hey. I definitely got a kick of out of Spider absolutely roasting him for his lack of skills hrh (note, I very most certainly do not condone actually mocking new learners making mistakes, obviously, but seeing as this is Quaritch we’re talking about...^^”) Spider’s line here was also a place I even managed to catch a subtitle discrepancy -- iirc, the subtitles read “You sound like a three-year-old!” but the actual line was nga plltxe na ‘eveng ahì’i! you speak like a small child! Which, I mean, y’know, same gist, but it was cool to be able to understand the actual words!! I also greatly enjoyed Spider trying to teach Quaritch the distinction between na and nga, just because man that’s one of those things every learner has been through, idk it was delightful to watch it go down between canon characters hrh

-Speaking of Quaritch and Spider....wow, I was surprised just how early they dropped the “Quartich’s son” bomb. That had been a pretty popular and plausible theory for a while, but I was expecting it to either be left up to interpretation or used as a bombshell later in the film. But nope, from the get-go it’s pretty heavily implied that not only is Quaritch Spider’s biological father, but that they’re both aware of this. So. Yeah, that was certainly a surprise.

-Kiri “I would rather drink acid than have Norm be my biological father” good gracious girl! like I mean yes the idea that Norm and Grace were secretly hookin’ up is obviously preposterous, but what did Norm ever do to you to deserve that reaction ^^; haha

-I mentioned in my High Ground post the three primary theories on Kiri’s origins. Having now seen the movie, I now think the mystical-Eywa-conception theory is by far the most likely. However, canonically it still remains a mystery/up to interpretation. Perhaps we’ll get more answers in movie 3...

-Y’know what, vulgarity is not typically my type of humor, but Lo’ak flippin’ Quaritch the double bird when asked to let him see his fingers did get a chuckle out of me hrh

-hey um yo the Metkayina kids were absolute JERKS, what the heck?? like good golly heckin’ rude. Except for Tsireya she’s chill I like her :)

-Personally I don’t think the story of this movie is a total rehash of the first one overall, but I can very mostly definitely see how people would consider it so. There were several lines in two scenes in particular, the one where the Sullies arrive at the Metkayina clan and the one with the tulkun hunters, that were just soooooo similar to lines from the first movie, not quite verbatim but certainly awkwardly close. I can absolutely see this becoming a common complaint from internet critics.

-Tuk pretty much solely exists to make the audience go d’awwwww!!, and y’know what, that’s ok because boy did she succeed :’)

-unfortunately, Quaritch’s ikran has by far the coolest design of all the ikrans, like bruh that color palette is heckin’ dope. what a shame ur now stuck with this jerk lol. Though I did snicker at Quaritch feeling the need to bond with the ikran “the hard way” solely because he couldn’t stand to be outdone by Jake lol

-I liked Lo’ak and Payakan’s friendship, it was very sweet. Also very interesting design-wise that a tulkun’s queue is in his mouth, and that the mouth has more of those bioluminescent patterns on the inside.

-The fact that the tulkun hunters are 100% aware that the species they’re hunting is fully sapient feels very ick to me. Sir that’s...that’s murder. Good gracious. and um “tulkun brain juice stops human aging” wh...what?? can uh...can we get some more explanation on that??? like is that gonna be somehow relevant to later movies or is it just some arbitrary thing to make the brain juice valuable, valuable enough to attempt to justify murder idk but uh....yyyyyyeah 😬

-minor thing, but I was surprised that the swimming baby from the trailer was, in fact, not Ronal’s. In fact, we never actually meet Ronal’s baby, which, again, surprised me. Why make her pregnant if we don’t get to see the baby, it feels kinda random ^^; to link her to her spirit tulkun who just had a calf I guess?? idk. once again, maybe it’ll become more relevant in movie 3.

-until proven otherwise, I am heretofore declaring that final “a son for a son” line to be Spider’s official adoption into the Sully family 😭😭😭

anyways, I guess that’ll do for now. I’m sure there was other stuff but I’ve been sitting here typing for over an hour already. Perhaps later I’ll come back with more comments, idk. I’ll be seeing the movie again next week with the rest of my family, so maybe I’ll notice different things/remember stuff that got swallowed up in the feels. Will I cry more than I did on my first viewing because I’m gonna try not to go in dehydrated again, or less because by then I’ll have had a week to process and accept everything? I have literally no idea. Guess we’ll have to just wait and see...

[f-ck-the-what]

You deserve good things: A roommate! Bucky x gender neutral reader fic

Genre: Fluff

Summary: You’re sick, but luckily Bucky is there when it counts. 

Content warnings: Mild sickness; Reader is maybe not used to people being so nice to them.

You deserve good things

You were wheezing and sniffly. You texted Alice that you weren’t going to work today, and then you went back to sleep. 

Hunger pangs woke you up a while later, but you didn’t have the strength to move. You were lying staring at the ceiling when there was a soft knock on your door. 

“Y/n?” called Bucky. He was used to rising earlier than you, but generally you were up by this point. He opened the door a crack. 

“I’m sick or something,” you mumbled hoarsely. 

“Ah baby!” He moved into the room, sat on your bed and pressed his fingers to your forehead. “Do you need anything?”

“Coffee would be great,” you sighed, comforted by his gentle touch. 

“How about food?”

“I’ll come and make something in a minute.”

He frowned. “Or I could just get you something.”

Everything felt difficult, including a sensible response, so you made a “whrrrrr” noise and rolled your head over on the pillow. 

He chuckled. “Stay there.” 

You shut your eyes and smiled. This was nice. 

When he came back he brought coffee, toasted crumpets with jam, and an orange. He’d even sliced it up. 

“Oh wow thanks!” 

He bent to kiss your cheek, then propped you up on pillows like a Victorian invalid. The bits of your brain that were operating at a normal speed were enjoying being tended to. 

“Are you going to spoon-feed me, too?” 

He glowered. “If I have to.”

You took the hint and picked up a slice of orange. 

~

He was back at lunchtime with miso soup, a toasted sandwich and more coffee. 

You had gone straight back to sleep after breakfast, huddled under blankets, and had only recently woken up. 

“Thank you,” you croaked, too sick to care that you probably looked terrifying, trying to smile at least. 

He nodded. “I’ll be back for the dishes, then do you maybe wanna watch a movie together?”

“Don’t you have other things you should be doing?”

His face fell a little. 

“Oh not that I don’t want to,” you hastily backtracked. “I just don’t want you to waste a day hanging out with me, just because my immune system fucked out.”

He shook his head, genuinely mystified. “How could you ever say that being with you is wasting time?”

You didn’t have a smart comeback for that. Not for the first time today, you felt very wobbly. 

After lunch you curled up together and put on an anime. You leaned against him, smelling his skin with its faint hint of soap, and rested your hand on his chest.

During the film he noticed you rubbing your temples. “Let me,” he said softly, and wound his fingers into your hair to apply a gentle pressure to different points across your aching skull. You gasped with a relief you didn’t know you needed. 

~

He gently bullied you into taking a shower. “You’ll feel so much better sweetheart,” he kept saying. 

He was right. It took an effort to get to the bathroom, but the rhythm of the hot water beating on your skin and the pleasant smells soothed you, and the steam cleared your head a little. 

But Bucky wasn’t finished. When you got back to your room you found he’d put fresh sheets on the bed and flowers in a vase on the bedside table. Next to the flowers, a stack of graphic novels from the library that he’d picked up during your morning sleep, and on the top sat a large packet of crisps. 

You were rendered speechless. You stared at him, asking wordlessly if this was really all for you. 

He gave you a tiny smile, seeking approval, then moved forward to hug you when he saw your eyes welling. 

“I’ll take care a you, ok?” He muttered into your hair. 

“I don’t know if I deserve this,” you whispered into his chest. 

“Hey. Hey! Now you’re gonna make me angry. You deserve good things, y’know?”

You exhaled slowly. A tear rolled down your cheek, and was absorbed into his shirt. 

“So do you,” you replied quietly, and he hugged you a little tighter. 

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Good Fuckin’ Evening, S!

Sorry for not spewing my thoughts into your inbox for a while 😅 Got into a fight with a car and lost so I had to deal with that :) I’m completely fine, it was small, we’re gonna be okay.

ANYWAY, I WATCHED PAIN HUSTLERS!

And in between laughing my ass off at Chris Evans rapping (we love this little guy tho) I was also thinking about Sebastian and how he might react to the scene of Chris holding a baby (that kid was really fucking cute. Like so cute.)

Maybe he gets real sentimental. Maybe he tells Chris that he’d be a good dad. And maybe, just maybe, they both discover a lil something about themselves.

SEBS POV

Like when the breath gets punched out of Sebastian’s breath when after one of his comments about Chris being a good dad Chris had joked “What, you gonna give me babies, Seb?”

A gasp slips out of Sebastian. Fuck, does he like that? Oh no, he does. And Chris knows. An evil little smile dawns on his face, and he presses his chest (hnngg, his chest) up to Sebastian’s back, leaning into his ear and whispering filthily.

“Yeah, you want that? You want me to fill you up? That what you want, sweetheart?”

Seb’s knees buckle, a whine bursting from him. “Tell me, Seb. Tell me what you want.” He growls, and shit, he nearly passes out from the blood rushing south.

“Want- Oh my god- Want you, Chris. Wanna be yours. Wanna- Want you to fuck me, please!” he cries, and Chris turns his head around and kisses him like his soul is on the line.

“Why should I do that, starlight?” Chris says in a low, make-your-mind-go-blank voice.

“Please, please, please! Want it so bad! Need it!” Sebastian cries, and if he doesn’t get fucked right now he will go insane, no hesitation.

Okay that’s all my christian guilt will let me write and I already feel like I should go to confession and I’m not even catholic.

Have a good day, S!

-⚡️anon

Well I am so fucking glad you're okay! Don't worry about how often you're here, this is all just for fun, y’know?

I love that that is what you got from Pain Hustlers, lmao. Iconic. Also, same, that's very much something I would do, come out of a film with only unholy thoughts 👀

You're very right, though. I bet the scene with that baby drove Sebastian crazy, at first he was having purely sweet, sentimental thoughts but then, of course, Chris fucking blindsides him. Chris is too fucking hot for his own good and his mouth is all too filthy. Sebastian hates it. Why does anything Chris says sound so fucking sexy!? 😫 He's trying to not have a horny crisis over here!

Thank you for these delicious, filthy ideas 😘

[pokegalla]

Another awesome idea from @theneurodivergentdummy

I honestly feel like this is something these characters would do as a family so I realized this fits way too well-

(For those who don’t know! A mudrun is an obstacle race course that is based around mud!)

Underfell Bros and their S/o going through a Mudrun

Red:

* Huh? Wanna swing that around bud?

* A mudrun? What even is that? Even with an explanation he’s still confused on WHY you want to.

* Apparently it was a couple’s competition and you REALLY wanted to try it. Red was pretty hesitant as he’s not a very active guy but your puppy eyes got him under wraps. Fine! Just stop looking all cute like that….

* He starts regretting it the moment he sees the course. Just reassure him and promise him a “reward” right after. Watch how pumped he’ll get right after-

* With teamwork, you guys do pretty well together! Even having a lot of fun, giggling and slipping around in the mud. You guys manage to win 1st place! Holy shet congrats!!! You guys head home showing off your trophy still covered in mud. And….you guys open the door to see Boss waiting

* “SANS?! Where The Hell Have You And The Human….Been…..” His voice trails off seeing you guys. His eye socket twitches. Oh no….

* He chased you guys about with a hose. Luckily Red shortcutted out of there….

Mini story time!:

You clung to the trophy as Red carried you bridal style. You guys giggling and smiling like dorks as you headed home.

“Yaaaaaaay we won! We look like a hot mess but it was worth it,” You cheered.

Red chuckled, “Didn’t expect tah win first place. Guess we make a good team. But ay I wouldn’t say it’s worth it juuuuuust yet.”

You looked at him confused, “Hm? Why not?”

He smirked deviously, “I ain’t get my reward yet~” You blush as he pulled you closer, “Y’know what I want sweetheart~?”

“W-what,” You asked.

He got closer, “I want….a nice hot bath. Some cuddles….and all your kisses!” You went into a fit of giggles as he gave multiple skele-kissses all over your face.

“Ok ok! I promise you’ll get all of that! I love you my big dummy~” You said.

“I’m your big dummy,” He purred. He went to open the door and there stood his brother. Oh crap….

“SANS?! Where The Hell Have You And The Human….Been…..” Boss stopped talking seeing the state we were in. He slowly began walking towards the hose.

“Bro wait let’s talk about this,” Red shouted.

“Boss MERCY!!! Frisk said always show MERCY,” I shouted.

“I don’t show MERCY to stains,” Boss stated. Then he let it rip. Thank god Red can shortcut….

Boss:

* Bitch what-?

* He loves you but there is NO way in hell he’s doing THAT. Mr. Clean Freak over here had a mini heart (soul?) attack just THINKING of the mess it could make.

* But with the help of Red’s nagging (he wants to see his bro have fun….and possibly film him slipping on his non existent ass in mud-) and your puppy eyes, he reluctantly agreed.

* He’s already cringing at the sight of the obstacle course. You should tell him that he should take his time and that you just wanted to do something together as a couple. He might not show it but hearing that makes him very happy. Even motivated.

* Actually he shows it right when the race begins. He swiftly picks you up bridal style and VAULTS over obstacles like it’s nothing. Hell he even got dirty and looked like he was having fun! You guys won (was there even a doubt?) and cheered.

* Boss was giving the biggest and most genuine smile and Red snapped a pic. He was happy to see his bro finally let his guard down to feel comfortable and unwind a bit.

* It’s only when you guys get home he realizes how much of a mess you guys made when you walked in the house. Oop-

* You offered to clean up and he joined in.

Mini story time!:

You felt bad for your bone-friend. He had finally let loose and had fun! Smiling, laughing….until he forgot we was covered in mud. We tracked mud all over the living room. You let him wash up as you tried your best to clean up the stains (rather difficult considering you were still covered in mud). But you managed! At least not by yourself.

You turn to see Boss was cleaning up any excess mud that you missed, “I thought you went to clean yourself up?”

He looks at you before looking away in a huff, “Human You Are Not Exactly The Best At Cleaning. I Figured You Might Need My Assistance!”

You thought for a moment then smiled, “Aw. Did you want to take a bath with me?”

There was no denying the prominent red glow from his face, “N-NO! I Just Need You To Hurry Things Along!” He shouted before quietly adding, “….I Want To Cuddle With You.”

Your heart skipped a beat, “O-Oh….I’ll hurry up! Just give me a-Eep!” You were suddenly picked up.

“YOU Were The One Who Wanted To Do Something As A Couple. Come Now! Red Can Clean The Rest,” Boss said impatiently.

You laughed, “Ok ok! My bad….love you!”

He blushed even more but chuckled, “I Love You As Well Human.”

Red walked in pissed, wearing an apron and carrying cleaning supplies, “Now I gotta be on fucking cleaning duty. Sunnava-“

“SANS-!” Boss shouted.

He sweat dropped and began getting to work. (Don’t worry. He abandoned the work once he knew Boss wasn’t paying attention to sneak off to Grillby’s).

[aeoki]

New Start GO! - Epilogue 2

Location: Seisou Hall Common Room Characters: Hajime, Tomoya, Mitsuru & Nazuna

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Mitsuru: ♪~

Hajime & Nazuna: ……♪

Tomoya: Hey, why did you suddenly say we should meet up, Mitsuru?

I won’t know how to react if you just told me to meet you here,, you know~ Could you at least tell me what we’re doing here?

Mitsuru: Oh, you’re here! I got so tired of waiting, y’know!

Our performance is over so I figured we could watch the rerun of “New Start Go!” together, so I called you guys over on “Hallhands”~♪

Tomoya: Oh, so that’s what this is all about. You could’ve just told us in the message.

We were busy preparing for “Sunny Day Live”, so we didn’t have any time to watch the pre-recording, huh.

I was curious to see how the studio reacted and the scenes we didn’t appear in, so I guess we can relax while we watch it.

Nazuna: This seat’s free, Tomo-chin~

We’ve got leftover fizzy drinks and snacks from yesterday’s wrap-up party too. Let’s have them while we watch ♪

Tomoya: Oh, thank you.

Mitsuru: Whaddya wanna drink? Hajime-chan’s pouring us the drinks right now.

I’m gonna have apple juice, y’know. It’s nice so I recommend it, Tomo-chan~♪

Tomoya: Then I think I’ll have the same.

Hajime: Okay. One apple juice for Tomoya-kun too. Here you go.

Tomoya: Thanks, Hajime.

Man, it’s almost a month since we filmed “New Start Go!”, huh.

It’s still cold outside but it’s gradually turning into spring, so it’s really nearing the time for new beginnings, huh.

Hajime: Hehe. When we filmed the show and when it airs on TV is different, so it messes with our sense of time.

I also can’t believe we’ll be third-year students soon.

Tomoya: Yeah, you’re right… We’ll almost be the same age as Nii-chan when he first formed “Ra*bits”.

I couldn’t be an amazing senior like Nii-chan, but I’ve joined a proper entertainment agency, so I think I’ve done pretty well…?

Nazuna: No no, I’m not that amazing, you know?

I’m just pushing myself and trying not to show how lame I am to my juniors~ I think you’re way more reliable than me, Tomo-chin.

I’m looking forward to seeing you guys as third-year students at Yumenosaki.

Mitsuru: Yup. We’re gonna be fresh new third-years!

Ah! Look at this! The new employee was just on screen!

This was from back then, right? It sure feels nostalgic, y’know~♪

Tomoya: Ahaha… This is the scene where one of the cameramen went with us to the tea room, right? That took me by surprise when I checked the footage afterwards.

I heard he and the other employees gave their permission to be filmed, but it’s a pretty private matter, so I panicked for a moment there.

Hajime: Hehe. I was surprised too. It seems they filmed a portion of it from start to finish.

But that just means the new employee was able to open his heart up to the others. I’m happy things went well for him ♪

Nazuna: But still, “‘Ra*bits’ helped him regain his enthusiasm for work”, huh…

I know it’s part of the editing, but those subtitles seem a little exaggerated.

Hajime: The new employee had more than enough enthusiasm from the very beginning. He was worried about whether or not he was troubling those around him.

After comparing himself to people like us who’re close in age with him, he was able to learn what he was good at and could finally have some confidence in himself.

Tomoya: Not everything’s easy in this day and age~ It can be hard to even find confidence in yourself.

We helped convey the new employee’s enthusiasm to the others around him. In that sense, “New Start Go!” was a huge success, right?

Nazuna: Yeah. Good job, guys!

It’ll almost be three years since “Ra*bits” was formed. Let’s continue to do our best so that we can repay our fans who support us.

Mitsuru: Yeah, I’m gonna work hard too! So that people far and wide know what’s great about “Ra*bits”!

Woo~! I’m starting to get excited, y’know!

We had the wrap-up party yesterday, but I wanna liven things up today too!

Nii-chan, I wanna make a toast!

Nazuna: Ahaha, did you feel like making one after seeing the glass in your hand? Sounds like something you’d do ♪

But it’s not a bad idea. Watching “New Start Go!” has reminded us of our time working at the company…

Let’s have a toast and boost our mood ♪

For “Ra*bits’” growth and activities in the future…!

Cheers!

Mitsuru & Tomoya: Cheers~!

Hajime: Cheers…☆

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[raazberry]

saw your writing requests were open so here's a silly one: the brothers as dogs (or cats)

Thank you for sending in a request :D I'm a bit scared of cats irl so I'm not super familiar with how they act, which is why this is purely based on stuff my friends have told me about their cats. Also this was very fun to write lol... so I hope you have fun reading this as well <3 (Sorry the Satan one is so short I feel like there was just not much I could say that hasn't already been said sjdskj)

Full context: The brothers (and Solomon and Simeon) as cats and… that's it. They’ve been turned into cats. It’s cute. You pet them. They are adorable about it. Or screechy. Y’know, cat behavior…

Lucifer

Deeply embarrassed

Why is he being put through this

And why are you making it worse for him!!!!

He’s trying so hard HE’S SO SENSITIVE AROUND THE EARS WHY WOULD YOU PET HIM THERE MC.

Can and will hiss at you

Will feel a little bad when you get scared though… only a little

He is deeply enjoying whatever it is you’re doing behind his ears but he would never show you that outside of (very quietly) purring

Mammon

Attention Whore #1

Why are you not petting him, MC? 

Will try to get your attention by scratching at you gently. It’s not really as gentle as he thinks though and when he realizes that he hurt you he will like, try to rub his nose against wherever he scratched

It does not help but it’s the thought that counts, okay?

Zoomies. lol

Anyway, back to the attention seeking…

He will keep trying to get you to pet him and when you do he will nuzzle up against your hands and just. relax

If he’s not looking to be pet then he’s just zooming around everywhere at top speeds and just generally being a bit of a menace

It tires him out though, which is good because then he’ll probably fall asleep near you or in your lap :D

Leviathan

He’s really enjoying himself, actually

“It’s just like that one anime I watched once where–”

He’s uncharacteristically excited and energetic for a good 20 minutes before he realizes just how boring this is

He’s one of those cats who are like

Really terrifying when you first see them because they look like they’ll pounce on you and scratch you all over

But in reality it’s just that he’s bored and tired and when you give him attention he will be very adorable about it

Will get into your blankets and stuff like that and scare the living shit out of you though lmao

Will also get into several fights with Mammon The Cat but they're also weirdly inseparable which is very heartwarming to watch. They’re like Tom and Jerry

Satan

….

Do I really need to say anything

Satan is insanely happy about this

He is also very well behaved and walks around like how a cartoon cat would, like a very Proper Lady if that makes sense

He’s like the stereotypical white cat you see in films

Appreciates your attention very much but doesn’t really need it

Will cozy up to you while you scroll through Devilgram or read a book while sitting on the sofa

So cute

Asmo

Attention Whore #2

Will hiss at you until you take several pictures of him (and with him)

But will also bump into you a lot after you’re done to keep your attention

He’s like the cat version of a rich lady’s poodle

Will run through everyone’s legs and confuse the living hell out of them

VERY soft!!!! And his meows will make you want to cry

He will let you touch his tail as long as you’re being gentle. The moment he senses any kind of danger or anything he will AttackTM

Will constantly want to be near you <3

Beelzebub

Oh man 

He’s kind of like Levi in the regard that he looks like he’d hurt you but in reality he just wants to cuddle…

The most well behaved one out of them all

He’s a bit annoying when it comes to food though, will sometimes eat everyone else’s food as well

It’s not good for him though so you have to keep an eye on him :(

Not really an attention seeker but does like it when you give him head scratches or attempt to kiss his little nose

Will follow you around like a dog would

Is a bit grouchy if Belphie isn’t around

Belphie

A menace

Will hiss at you until you give him attention

Will hiss at you when he’s received his Attention Threshold for the day and wants to be left alone

Will fall asleep on your laptop/hand when you’re typing something

It’s annoying but also he is just so cute you can’t be mad 

Gets along well with Beel and literally no one else

He is the opposite of Levi and Beel. He looks harmless and baby but WILL scratch you if you even slightly annoy him

Will fall asleep on your shoulder

Will also hide in the most random places like why are you sleeping inside the dustbin we have been looking for you for hours…

You always end up in situations where he’s sleeping on you very peacefully but you can’t get up because you don’t want to ruin this cute moment because otherwise he’s usually very. Screechy 

++ Solomon

Attention Whore #3

Wants all the head scratches from you and he wants it NOW.

Would rarely ever hurt you or scratch or anything like that unless you accidentally hurt him or something

Will knock over all of your things while moving from one place to the other

Will climb to random places and claim them as His Spot

Literally so sweet though if you’re ever shivering at night and don’t have a blanket he will try to sleep on you

It doesn’t do shit and is a bit uncomfortable but ITS SO CUTE

++ Simeon

Literally why is he so adorable

He chose a Designated Space for himself

Probably a box

Where he lives and eats and basically never really gets out of it – unless he wants to be on your lap

You can move the box as you please he doesn’t mind he likes being carried around like that 

Not an attention whore per-se but will literally melt when you scratch behind his ears 

Meows on command???? Why he does that I’m not sure but he does that

He likes being the center of attention. He won’t actively try to get attention though but he enjoys it

[Is my favouritism showing?]

[yeehawbvby]

Falling Away With You | Ch. 33

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: Seb's plotting something. 👀 You also make some new acquaintences.

Author’s Note: After the small continuation of last week’s chapter, this one’s got a small time skip (like, a few weeks at most) and serves mainly as set-up for what’s to come. I like it a lot ^^ I hope you do too! Take care x

Table of Contents + Work Summary

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Seb and I watched It Howls in the Rain first during our lil’ horror marathon, followed by Midsommar, because Seb’s never seen it. It’s still just as beautifully fucked up as I remember it being. It’s his turn to pick a movie again, and while he’s searching for our next watch on his new laptop, a thought pops into my head.

“We should go on a date.”

He looks at me with a grin briefly before turning back to the screen. “Yeah?” 

“Yeah! We haven’t been on, like, a ~proper~ one, y’know?” 

Seb pauses his fingers and furrows his brows in thought. “That’s true… I hadn’t really noticed, to be honest.” He looks at me. “You have anything in mind?” 

“Not really,” I shrug.

Narrowing his eyes, it looks like Seb has an idea after a beat of thought. He doesn’t say it though. “I’ll take care of it.”

“O-oh?”

“Oh!” He looks back at his screen, determinedly scrolling while avoiding the question. “I’ve got our next one.” 

I giggle at the enthusiasm, then dramatically whine at his pick. “Tremors?”

“What’s wrong with Tremors?!” 

“Sooo corny…” 

“In a good way!”

I sigh. He almost sounds offended, so I’ll give him this one. He’s allowed to like one of the cheesiest horror films I’ve ever seen if he wants to. “Yeah, I guess so. If we’re both still down for another after this I’m picking something corny too, then.” 

“Whatever,” he rolls his eyes. Seb leans down to kiss my forehead, and before he can fully pull back, I meet his lips with mine. 

Situating myself back against Seb’s chest, I nod at the screen. “Start it up, nerd.”

______________

Sebastian > you busy tonight?

&lt; I’ve been doing some work at Magnus’ place but I can dip if you need

&lt; why, what’s up 👀

Sebastian > think you can be over here by like 6?

&lt; sure, need me to bring anything?

Sebastian > warm clothes and Cannoli

Sebastian > mom’s gonna look after him later on

&lt; wym, what’s going on?

Sebastian > it’s a surprise :)

&lt; love how vague you’re being ;—;

&lt; but *fine,* i’ll be there 

I get up from the cozy, velvety couch, popping a bookmark into the big doozy of a read I was working through, and I set it on the shelf before heading upstairs.

Magnus and I still have yet to really do much aside from studying and whatever, but we’ve been seeing each other a bunch more for my training and shit over the past few weeks. Lotta reading, potion brewing, and creepy hikes into the woods for meditation and spellcasting practice. We tried some teleportation too, but I just can’t get the hang of it. 

It’s been exhausting, but it’s really fun!

We also haven’t gotten jiggy, as Seb called it. Just because there are feelings there and I have Seb’s permission doesn’t mean I’m trying to rush into anything. I haven’t even told Magnus about my agreement with Seb yet, either. Don’t want him to feel pressured. 

Plus, I mean… the whole will we/won’t we has also been exhausting yet fun, in its own way.

As I trek to the entrance of Magnus’ main room, I hear a feminine voice that I don’t recognize. It’s deep and sultry, having a little bit of a lilt to it, but she talks with an overabundance of enthusiasm. I didn’t know Magnus had company besides me... I peak my head around the corner, not showing myself fully yet. Wanna get a feel for the atmosphere before barging in.

Magnus is leaned against one of the counters near his cauldron with his arms crossed against his chest, mostly hidden by his black cloak. His ankles are lazily crossed below him, and he’s nodding along to a woman in front of him. His face seems riddled with concern. Can’t tell if it’s a more serious discussion than it sounds like, or if he’s just pissed about something.

The woman is tall — like, Seb’s height, probably — with pointed ears poking past her long, pin-straight, golden-blonde hair. Her skin is fair, and she’s wearing a velvety and form-fitting black gown with flared long sleeves. She has a gorgeous figure, jeez. The fit is topped off by a textbook stereotype of a witch’s hat: big, pointy, and black, with a purple ribbon around the base.

She was talking very animatedly, using her hands to emphasize certain words, up until now. She suddenly came to a halt. 

Magnus’ eyes widen as they dart towards me, and I watch his Adam's apple bob as he swallows and tilts his head upward just a bit. It looks like he’s holding back from saying something – maybe a warning? – and the witch in front of him continues to stand still.

My own eyes widen, then flicker between him and the woman as my brows furrow. 

“What’s up?” I silently mouth at him. Next thing I know, the witch vanishes. I flinch, not having expected such an abrupt exit. 

“Oh, you’re a cute one, aren’t you?” 

“HOLY SHIT!”

Nearly pissing myself, I pivot my body to the source of the voice that just murmured into my ear.

Here stands the woman that was just with Magnus a second ago, observing my shorter figure behind ocean blue eyes and a coyly tilted noggin. She has a beauty mark under her left eye, but it looks drawn on, unlike my friend’s. Her painted lips, a deep purple on the top and lighter on the bottom, are framing a toothy grin. She’s taking me in like an animal would their prey.

God, she’s super hot…

“Oh, you think so?” Her heavily lined and shadowed eyes redden into the same deep shade Magnus’ do when he’s feeling things.

“Damnit,” I groan under my breath, burying my face in my hands as I realize there’s another telepath in my life now. “Please get out of my head…”

I hear Magnus nearing us as she lifts my reddening face from my hands and into hers, turning it a bit. “That’s no fun,” she tuts as she inspects me. Literally treating me like an object…

“Camilla.” Ohhh, it’s her! That makes sense. ”Release her,” he sternly commands. Whoa. Hearing him talk like that about me makes my tummy flip.

“So protective,” she cheekily responds with an eye roll. “Is this that little apprentice you told me so much about?”

Free from the lady’s grasp, I look at Magnus, feelin’ a little tickled that he told his least-favorite colleague about me. Still antsy though, my hands fidget with the ends of my hair.

“That would be her,” he sighs, his angry red glare softening as he looks at me. As he comes to a halt diagonally from me, he provides a formal introduction. “(Y/n), this is Camilla.” He noticeably stiffens again as he looks towards his colleague.

Hearing her voice, I focus back on the blonde. “Razzy has spoken very fondly about your work.” 

“R-Razzy?” I do my best to egg him on, brain-to-brain, now that I’ve gotten a bit better at that. 

I still can’t read people's minds, and might never be able to; but I’ve all but mastered the art of invading ‘em with dialogue, at the very least. 

My orbs and grin both widen as I slowly turn towards Magnus. He looks down at me beneath fiery red irises. I’ve never seen him so angry.

…I’m sorry but he looks sooo hot like this holy fuck.

“Don’t you dare…” 

Oh god, he sounds hot too!

I gnaw my lip, my smile probably looking more menacing now as I ready myself to eventually test out the nickname. 

“He says you’re quite promising. Very intriguing, considering how green you are,” Camilla continues skeptically, seemingly none the wiser about my private discussion with the wizard. “Even brought you up at the last council meeting.”

“Oh! Seriously?” My head whips between them.  “Magnus,” I address him, my eager eyes landing back onto his. “That’s, like, a huge deal, no?” 

From everything he’s told me about the council, I’ve concluded that they sound intense. Very private in their affairs, but more reputable than most magical associations out there, essentially serving as Ferngill’s arcane overseers. They work with The First Slash, too – masters in their own field – putting their differences in methodology aside to focus on keeping the republic safe. 

If I’m on their radar, that would mean huge things for my arcane career, I guess? Feels weird to put it like that, but it would be accurate at that point.

“It is.” Magnus’ lopsided smile looks proud as he adds, “They’re quite impressed with what you’ve accomplished, my de—“ he clears his throat before correcting himself. “(Y/n). I was waiting to inform you, alas—“

“‘My deeear,’ perhaps…?” Camilla quietly and curiously puts it together, tapping her chin.

D-does… does he not usually call people that? I feel my cheeks tingle a bit just at the thought that the title might solely be reserved for me.

Magnus sighs, seeming annoyed. Camilla then announces, “My business here is done. I’ll let you two enjoy yourselves,” she purrs with a wink in my direction. 

My (e/c) eyes bulge while my cheeks darken further, both at the implications and at how pretty she looked doing that oh my GOD.

In a naught attempt to stop her, Magnus calls after the witch. “C-Camilla, we’ve yet to discuss—” He exhales in defeat, “Aaand she’s gone.” 

Poofed away just as quickly as she has when she teleported behind me.

“She’s… a lot.” I wave my hands a little to shake out the stress of that interaction. 

“Indeed she is, that blasted woman... Brimming with talent, but positively infuriating.”

I lean back against the wall, careful not to trip over or tilt the potted tree at my side. With my fingers clasped behind me, I inspect the wizard. Failing to hide a grin. 

“What’s the matter?” he asks.

“…Nothing, Razzy.” I wiggle my eyebrows for added effect. 

Magnus fucking growls as his eyes shift to a bright crimson again. Oh my god. Oh my GOD. “I wasn’t joking,” he confirms. 

“N-neither am I,” I squeak and stutter. The unfortunate wombo-combo. I look down and scrunch my nose. “Shit,” I laugh hushedly to myself. 

Since our discovery those few weeks ago, there’s been a drastic increase in flirtatiousness between the two of us. I’d say every time we meet, we get one step closer to… uh. Getting jiggy. God damnit Sebby. The dude completely infected my brain with that phrasing.

There are more passing touches now. For example, Magnus will sometimes absentmindedly play with my hair as we work together, even tucking it away for me if it falls into my vision. Likewise, I might catch myself looping my digits through his as we walk to our training sites, when he opts not to teleport us.

There’s also been an increase in lingering eyes and stolen glimpses, both of us often getting caught in the act of checking the other out.

Magnus even says and does shit just to try and fluster me now. Random compliments here and there. Some innuendos where he can afford to sneak ‘em in. Faint goosebump-inducing whispers against my ear, as he watches me brew a potion or whatever.

Can’t tell if it’s the spirits at work with their partner in time bullshit or if it’s just me, but it’s getting harder to resist him every fucking day. 

All that to say, I’m especially feeling it right now. 

In the present, it’s Magnus’ turn to form a mischievous grin. His eyes darken and scan me and he draws near, my face and ears burning up.

“Everything alright? You sounded a tad disheveled, for a moment.” 

Magnus stops just barely in front of me as I nod my answer at him. 

“How uncharacteristically timid of you,” he quietly coos, bending down a little to accommodate for our height difference, and taking my chin in his hand. “Cat got your tongue?”

Oh come on, bro! That should not have been as hot as it was.

I squeak again, fuck, shaking my head as my vision trails away from Magnus’ prying eyes. My heart’s beating so frickin’ hard. Yoba, I wanna kiss his stupid smirking lips…

“Um,” I breathe. I clear my throat before murmuring, “I just came up to see if you wanted to go over anything else.” Good, straight to the point, (y/n). Don’t wanna bust a move just yet. “I’ve gotta head out early today.” 

I finally meet the elemental’s gaze again, and after a moment of visible contemplation while his eyes simmer to maroon, he shakes his head. “No, I won’t keep you if you’ve other affairs to attend to.” 

“Cool,” I smile as he backs up a bit, returning the expression. 

I take note of the way my cheek follows his hand for a split second while it draws away from me, and mentally scold myself. Unfortunately, I’m also made very aware that Magnus noticed it too. He hums out a soft laugh at me for it.

I make my way to the door, grabbing my jacket and tossing it on. “Any wild and crazy plans for you tonight?”

“But of course,” Magnus plays along, escorting me the few feet I traveled. “In fact, I’m already fashionably late for a mixer with some shadow people.”

“As if you’d willingly go to a mixer,” that term feels outdated somehow, “ya hermit.” After slipping my boots over my feet, I kneel to tie them.

“I would!” Magnus defends. “I jest now, but shadow people tend to have a playful vigor that I often find hard to turn down.”

“Sounds like it would be more fun to go to a shadow person party than a human party…”

”Indeed it is,” he chuckles. “Much less chaotic, believe it or not. Little Krobus holds one in their sewer every Spirit’s Eve — Festival of the Mundane, they call it.” 

“Seriously?” 

“Mhm.” Nodding and helping me up, Magnus continues, “They dress as how most mundane do, similarly to how the mundane wear costumes in poor resemblance to elementals during the holiday.” 

I try imagining it, and can’t help the brief fit of giggles I break into. I can just imagine a bunch of blobby, ink-black, vaguely human-shaped figures dressed as the citizens of Pelican Town, pretending to be us. Dancing like Emily, maybe trying to skateboard like Sam or jump rope like Jas…

“That’s so adorable, oh my god.”

“It is. I could consult Krobus about bringing you this year, if you’d like. You’ll need a convincing disguise, as many of their friends won’t take so kindly to a mundane in their presence, but I’m sure Krobus themself would be delighted to meet you.”

I nod enthusiastically. Even with how socially anxious I get, I’m so obsessed with the idea of befriending a shadow person, now that I know they’re not all that terrible. 

After patting myself down to make sure I have everything, I put two dorky thumbs up for Magnus. “See you soon, wizard.”

Snorting as he sees me out, Magnus responds, “Until next time, mortal.”

______________

I’ve really gotta get a cat carrier of sorts. 

I’m trekking my way to Seb’s house, trying to balance a tote on one shoulder, a backpack around both, and a very wily Cannoli in my arms. 

He doesn’t wanna be held right now, but I don’t have a leash or anything that would ensure he doesn’t just run off somewhere. He’s perfect when it comes to staying on the farm despite technically having the freedom to go wherever, so it makes me wonder if he isn’t comfortable to be outside and off familiar territory.

“Just a little longer,” I mumble against his head. 

It’s starting to get dark earlier now, so I nearly jump out of my skin when I hear a rustle in a nearby berry bush. Cannoli and I both stop and stare at it, expecting the worst. Why now, with my cat on me, is something freaky happening? C’mon, man…

The bush rustled again, and a short, stocky figure pops out. 

Cannoli and I yelp. 

Then, the figure does as well. We’re all solidified in place for a moment before it takes a step towards me, just barely lit by a nearby lamp.

I breathe a sigh of relief, realizing it’s just Linus. 

Huh… I’m having a lot of interactions with people I’ve never, like, actually spoken to lately.

“Oh— I didn’t mean to startle you!”

Giving Cannoli some comforting neck scratches, I shake my head. “No, it’s fine! I just didn’t expect to run into anyone out here.” 

“I often do my foraging during the daytime, but it’s tougher once we get to the colder months,” Linus casually explains while picking some blackberries from the outer branches of his nearest shrub. “Sorry if I’m in your way”

“Not at all, I’m just passing through,” I smile. “D-do you forage often?” I timidly ask, genuinely curious. I’ve always wondered about the quality of all these wild berries, but haven’t had the balls to just pick and eat any of ‘em.

“It’s how I feed myself.” I frown, and the man quickly assures me, “I live the way I do by choice. I hope you won’t take pity on me.”

“Oh! I didn’t mean for it to seem that way.” I shake my head again. “I didn’t know that, though, it sounds pretty neat.”

“I agree,” he calmly smiles. 

He has the same soothing and friendly aura my grandpa did… it’s really nice. No wonder he and Magnus get along so well. 

“Anyone can learn to survive in the wild. I think we all have the hidden urge to return to nature,” he says, “It’s just a little scary to make the leap.”

I nod. “For sure. It’s really intimidating.” 

“It’s rewarding if you can adapt.” He moves onto a new bush before beginning his goodbye. “Sorry to cut this short, but I need to gather as much as I can before it gets too dark.”

“Sure, no worries.” I start to walk again, offering him a good night. 

“Thank you, young friend.” Aw! “You as well.”

As we part ways, I wonder if Linus’d be interested in a home cooked meal every here and there. I imagine that even if he lives in the wild by choice, he might still appreciate something warm and made with care from time to time.

As I emerge from the backwoods and stumble down the hill to Seb’s, Robin is heading out of the house. Perfect. I barely have the hands to be able to open it myself right now. 

“Oh, hey there!” She waves, holding the door open for me.

“Hello!” I wave at her with Cannoli’s paw, jogging lightly to catch up. “I have no idea what Seb’s plan is, but thanks for offering to look after this little guy.”

“Me neither, just said you two might be out late.” She pats Cannoli, then me. I despise the content sigh I let out as her palm reaches my scalp. “Just make sure the lab’s locked up before you let the cat loose anywhere.”

I give Robin a curt nod. “You got it ma’am.”

“Have fun, ya rascals.” She makes sure to scruff up my hair a bunch before departing.

I snort and roll my eyes. “Yeah, you too.”

When I’m heading down to Seb, I once again make eye contact with Maru. This time she’s leaving the lab, rather than working inside of it. I can’t wave back this time because cat, so I give her a smile and hope my point gets across.

Once I’m at the bottom of the steps, I tap the door with my foot. “Oy, help!” 

“Comin’,” I hear Seb shout from the other side.

When he opens the door, Cannoli practically pounces on him from my grasp. Seb lets out a tiny yelp.

“What the hell, dude!” I look up at Seb. “You okay?” 

As he pries Cannoli’s claws out of the fabric of his hoodie, he nods, laughing. “Yeah, just scared me.” In a quieter voice, he holds the fuzzball’s face up to his. “Hello to you too, fucker,” he mutters before giving the cat a kiss on the nose. He’s so adorable. 

“Spill it, nerd,” I command dramatically as I plop all my stuff down and shut the door. “Where we goin’?”

“Not big on surprises, eh?” 

“I like surprises!” I frown, “I just wanna know what I’m getting into so I can mentally prepare.”

“Sounds pretty anti-surprise, if ya ask me.”

“Well, I wasn’t asking.” I tap my head and waggle my eyebrows.

“Fair,” he laughs, setting Cannoli down. As I take out a toy for the little guy to occupy himself with, Seb starts to explain his plan. “So, you know about the Night Market, yeah?”

“I think so…?” I furrow my brows, trying to rack my brain for distant memories. “Is that the thing with the boats and shit?”

“Yeah, it is. It’s usually out here, like, mid-January-ish. Buuut they’re set up on land in Calico this week,” he grins. “They have food stalls and games and shit, too. S’like a little carnival. More room for them to set up in the desert than over at our docks, I guess.” He fidgets with his nail polish a bit, shyly continuing, “It sounds like something you might like, so I figured we could go check it out…?” 

I’m fucking beaming. That sounds so fun!

“Hell yeah, dude!” I nod enthusiastically. “This is gonna be sick.”

“Thank fuck,” he mutters to himself. “I’ve never really done any proper dates before, wasn’t sure if I planned it right.”

“What do you mean? You’ve had exes besides Sam, no?” 

“Eh, kinda?” He shrugs. “Did a lot more messing around than actual dating.”

“Getting jiggy?”

“Precisely.” He reaches for my hair. “Here, you’re a looking a little skrungly.”

“Ugh, I forgot about that.” I lean into Seb’s touch. “Your mom gave me a new ‘do on her way out.”

“She did a shit job.”

“At least she knows how to do her own nicely.”

Seb’s lips curve up, as if fondly thinking of her. Makes me feel fuzzy. “Yeah, I’m thankful she passed her good hair genes down to me.”

“…How mad would you be if I told you she’s just as much of a MILF as Jo—“

He stops running his fingers through my hair mid-stroke and tugs. Mmm. A serious look suddenly plasters his features. “I will break up with you.”

Damn. I know it’s a bluff, given the grin he’s very clearly trying to hold back, but I ain’t takin’ any chances. I don’t shy away from casting him a shitty smile. “Gotcha.”

[luxkamczyc]

Zeiger 3500

Alright, fuck it. Here’s an unedited first draft of a web series I was writing. Feel free to point edits or make suggestions for how to rewrite this story. Enjoy.

EPISODE 1

Char always wondered what was at the bottom of the sea.

When he wasn’t busy helping his father pull massive nets of fish from its depths, he would often stare into the dark waters and imagine giant squids and crabs waging massive battles that would reshape the ocean floor. Sometimes, he wondered if the fables his father told him about underwater cities were real.

Of course, Char had to be careful when he went into these daydreams. The other guys on his father’s ship gave him shit if they caught him fading from reality on the job. One of them, Figgis, would punch him in the arm when he wasn’t paying attention. It was all in good fun but Figgis knew how to lay into him.

“Daydreaming again shit head?” Figgis said, nudging Char as he walked past. “What is it about this time?”

“Fucking your mom, Figgis,” Char replied. It was a shitty joke but it was the best he could come up with.

“Language,” he could hear his father scream from the ship’s control room.

“Yeah bitch, watch your language,” Figgis replied. Char couldn’t help himself from laughing, despite his father’s disapproval.

As the ship, about the size of half a football field, swayed, Char listened to the waves thump against the hull. He closed his eyes and tried to match his breathing with the sway of the ship. As the seconds passed, he could hear the sound of his father coming up beside him.

“What was it this time?” he asked Char.

“Sea battle.”

“Ahhhh, I love the sea battle fantasy. Y’know, they used to make movies like those daydreams you have?”

“Yeah. You tell me at least three or four times a week,” Char laughed.

“Hmmm,” his dad said, scratching the gray beard. “I ever show you one of them?”

“How would we be able to watch one?

“Maybe I know an old war buddy that could hook us up with a projector,” he replied.

“Really?”

“Oh sure, it’s not like a projector is high tech stuff,” his father said. “We don’t have to go to one of the sky cities to get it, though.”

“That would be amazing,” Char looked at his father. His black hair faintly shined in the light, sweat from a long day's work. Char was taller than his dad and often cracked jokes about it.

“I’m thinking we watch an old Kaiju film,” he said, scratching his chin.

“What’s that?”

“An old old old film about a giant monster that fights other giant monsters,” he said looking out into the sea. “It’s amazing, me and your mother used to watch them all the time.”

Char rested his head on his hands.

“What?”

“I miss her.”

Char’s dad looked out to sea. After a few sways of the ship, he rested his hand on Char’s back.

“Me too son.”

Suddenly, an alarm began to ring, let everyone on the ship know a large school of fish was near. As the last ring echoed across the water, the ship’s seven-man crew prepared to go fishing.

Char sighed, taking one last look into the water, wondering if he’d ever been able to explore the ocean. He tucked the thought away and returned to his position operating the ship’s crane. As he climbed the nearly one-story metal pillar that overlooked the ship, painted a dull olive that blended with the ocean, he examined the ship’s condition. There were nicks and rust that decorated the paint, small indents in the floor of the ship where Char accidentally dropped heavy objects served as reminders of how not ro operate the crane. Char felt like all of this added to the ship’s character, though his father would disagree.

He couldn’t believe that this machine served a different purpose twenty years ago. Built at the height of the Last War, it was used to salvage abandoned war suits, robots as tall as skyscrapers that used to roam the earth. When war suits were outlawed, these ships were no longer necessary to some countries and they were auctioned off.

The hull of the ship was made of dense metal and was fitted with propellers on the front and back. Everything, including the crane, was air sealed and had its own air supply, just in case the ship tipped over.

“SCHOOL INCOMING,” his father yelled from the ship’s control room.

Ever since the war, industries like the fishing business had been booming. Most of the planet’s livestock came from the sea after the war nearly destroyed half the planet. Before his father pulled him out of school, Char learned about what happened in his history class, though the exact details always eluded him. He tended not to think about it too much because he rarely had time to do so.

Reaching the top of the crane, he remembered that there was an air tank that sat just above the cockpit door. He cursed, nearly hitting his head on it, it was one of the only things they couldn’t remove from it. The ship was so old, he wasn’t even sure there was air left. Sitting down in the operator seat, he strapped himself in and sealed the cockpit.

Char could see the small crew of men tighten their grasp on ropes that controlled a net on the side of the ship. In just a few minutes, they would begin wrestling with it as the ship’s speed made the fish hit the back of the net like tiny meteors. It wasn’t an easy job but none of the men seemed to complain since the pay was so good.

“CHAR GET READY,” he heard his father scream.

Almost without thinking, he moved the long yellow arm of the crane over to the net. Char waited there for a few minutes until he saw his father swing his arm, signaling to lower the crane and grab the net. When it latched on, it began to raise, showing that it was now filled with what looked like a million pounds of fish.

Char turned the crane and moved the net over a hidden pit that would keep the fish fresh until then got back to shore. Once the pit opened, he dropped the net with the flick of the wrist and watched the men begin removing the fish from the apparatus. He watched for a few minutes before stretching out in the cockpit.

This was the fourth catch of the day and he knew after this it would be time to return home. It wasn’t tedious work but it was tiring because they needed to wake up as soon as the sun rose. Father told him it was to catch the fish off guard though. He hated to admit it, but he was bored and hated helping his dad.

He closed his eyes and dozed off, listening to the sound of the crew begin preparations for returning home. Eventually his breathing slowed and he began dreaming about sea monsters fighting in the ocean once more.

When he woke up, it was as if the dream followed him into real life. Dark clouds ambushed the ship and a fierce rain began pelting the crew. He could hear his father screaming for him to wake up.

The rain hit the crane’s cockpit like hail, loudly thumping against the glass. Like the rest of the ship’s small crew, Char was caught off guard. He always checked the weather forecast for the day before going out to see and it never said anything about a violent rain.

Then something hit the side of the ship, forcing it to rock violently.

Char turned around in his seat to see if everyone was okay. He strained his eyes to see the small group of men huddled over the side of the ship. He noticed one of them, a small portly man that they nicknamed Chubz, was waving his arms frantically. Instantly, Char understood what happened and hit a big red button on the control board on top of the cockpit.

The ship’s giant bell began ringing and every light on the medium-sized vessel turned on as its crew began searching for a man overboard.

Char started to get out of the cockpit but his father signaled him to stay in the crane. He understood why, with the rain beating down as hard as it was, one wrong step, and he could’ve snapped his neck on the way down. So he sat back down, helplessly watching as his father and the crew attempted to rescue the man now floating in the sea.

He sat in the cockpit for what felt like millennia watching. The ship rocked three more times as if it just scraped across solid land. Char could feel his heart pounding out of his chest as he struggled to catch his breath.

Straining his eyes once more, he looked toward where the group was huddled, his father was now down there helping out with a rescue rope. Other than that though, it was no use, he couldn’t tell what the hell was going on from his vantage point. Wanting to help, he began to unbuckle himself when his eyes caught the shadow of something massive looking at them.

He saw two red eyes, cutting through the black clouds.

-

An aging man dressed in a dark military uniform looked down at the monitors tracking his creation’s progress. So far, its vitals looked normal and the only abnormality was that its weather shroud systems were putting out a little more energy than he would have liked.

He made a mental note to find out what was causing the energy surge later.

For now, he was focused on the task at hand. This was the fourth system test for the machine he lovingly dubbed “Chimera,” it was also the most important. Being one of the first machines of its kind, he needed to test how it fared in intense weather conditions, especially if its creating them.

But this was more than a motion test for the behemoth.

“Get ready,” he told the man standing next to him. The man began typing commands in the monitor in front of him, without giving much thought about what was going to happen next.

-

At first, Char thought it was just an illusion.

Because of the tense situation, his eyes decided to play tricks on him. After rubbing them gently with his fists, realized it was real. Something was out there, looking at them.

For a few minutes, Char sat there looking at it, trying to figure out what it possibly could have been. Brief glimpses of light revealed its size. It looked like it had arms, or two large things sticking out of its back. He turned around to see if the commotion outside was settled, hoping that someone else saw what he saw.

It was no use, the fierce waves and rain required his father and the crew to solely focus on rescuing the man. He saw three men hoisting a rope back up to the ship, his father holding a blanket for the sailor. Soon he’d be out of one nightmare and into another.

Char felt helpless, how could he be the only one looking at the thing on the horizon. When would someone else notice? That question was quickly answered when a blood-curdling howl pierced through the chaos. Like metal crunching and twisting against each other- so loud that only the deaf would miss it.

Everyone stood silently as they watched the outline of the best move towards them. Char’s heart felt like it was buried under the ocean floor, his mouth felt like he had been sucking on cotton balls.

Eventually, the monster stopped.

Then something began to grow just to the right of the monster's eyes. A red ball of light, at first the size of a penny, growing on the beast’s shoulder. Char leaned in his chair to see what it could be but he had no idea. Slowly, the ball grew and grew and kept growing until it was more like the size of a small planet.

From below, Char could hear his father issuing commands to the crew. Figgis looked as if he was throwing metal crates containing the day's catch overboard. Chubz helped by throwing shovel loads of their most recent catches overboard. He could feel a slight shift in the boat’s movement, were they turning around, Char wondered?

It was too late. By the time the boat began changing course, another howl boomed, rattling the ocean. The ball of light was now pointed directly at them. He could see two red eyes pierce through the night sky. Char felt as if the eyes of God were staring back at him and all he could do was tremble.

CRACK. VROOM.

The night’s sky lit up as if fireworks traveled at the speed of light. The ball of light zoomed passed the small ship but Char could feel the heat from the beam that followed it. It was as if the sun crashed into the Earth. Being in the cockpit, Char felt like he was being cooked alive for a few minutes before the beam disappeared.

As the beam disappeared into the ocean, the ship rocked violently as the seas began to shift. Char looked to see his father, hanging on to one of the ship’s poles, terror painted on his face. Only three of the ship’s crew could be visible. The ship began to tilt in the direction the beam passed them. It made twisted howls and screams as it moved.

It was going down.

It happened slowly at first, then all at once. The water consumed the ship, swallowing Char’s father and crew including Figgis and Chubz. He watched as his dad extended his arm out to the ship.

“PLEASE GOD NO,” Char screamed at the top of his lungs as he watched the ship go under. He screamed until his voice went hoarse and he could taste something metallic. A few more minutes and he began coughing from overexerting his vocal cords. It felt like he was drowning in the cockpit, watching his father wash away with all of the darkness of the ocean.

He sat there in silence, listening to the water pressure slowly squeeze the specialized metal protecting him. He could hear the air tank system slowly release and filter the oxygen filling the cockpit. Char’s head felt like it was on fire, he couldn’t stop thinking about watching his father die - either by drowning or being crushed by the sea.

He felt like screaming. He felt like crying. No matter what he did though, the tears wouldn’t come and his throat still hurt. The ocean was darker than he imagined it would be. The fish he did see swam up and around the former salvage ship. It was like a drop in a bucket of water, small and insignificant.

A few more minutes passed until he realized that eventually, the pressure of the ocean would crush the ship with him in it. Of course, he also wasn’t sure how much time he had in his oxygen tank. He looked around the cockpit, trying to appreciate the memories he and his father made on the ship.

The first time he ever set foot on it was when they picked it up from his father’s old military pal’s scrapyard. The look on his face made it seem like we had just hit the jackpot, which in a way he guessed they did. After a few months of refurbishing it and repairing the damage, they enlisted a crew and began fishing.

Char no longer cared about what was hiding beneath the waters. He knew that whatever could be down here paled in comparison to what was up there. He closed his eyes and began saying a prayer as the light from the surface got darker and darker. The red eyes of god seared holes into his brain though and suddenly, Char felt a jolt of adrenaline.

He didn’t want to die and was willing to do whatever it took to climb back to the surface. He grabbed the controls of the crane and started frantically looking around to form a plan. As the ship began to compress more and more, he searched for something, anything he could grab on to with the ship’s arm.

The ship continued to compress until Char could hear the metal hull start to crack. Then, as if something from below heard the prayers he couldn’t say, Char saw the dark outline of something within earshot of him.

It was muscle memory that took over next. Char slowly swiveled the crane toward the outline and began to extend the arm. As the crane reached out into the vast unknown, doubt raced across his mind. How far down has he sunk?

THUMP. CUUUHHHHSHHHHHHHH.

His father’s ship began to drift slowly toward the underwater cliff Char had caught on to. Despite feeling like he was floating the entire time, the ship rocketed to one side and slammed into the rock formations. Char hit his head on the side of the cockpit, forgetting to buckle back up after trying to get out to help the crew.

He gently touched the top of his head and felt something warm coming from it. The ship no longer sounded like it was compressing. A wave of relief ironically washed over Char as he slowly dozed off into a black haze. He did not know if help would come, but for now, he was tired.

He didn’t even notice the tears gently running down his cheek.

_

The man stood peering over the observation deck, watching the burst of pure energy disintegrate the area near the small fishing ship.  As the seas parted and swallowed the ship, he wrote something down in his notes. He had not planned for a human trial of his weapon but the data he gathered was too valuable to ignore.

“Sir?”

“What is it?”

“What do we do, should we send a crew to look for wreckage?”

“No, there’s no need to waste time here. Turn the Chimera around, I think we’re ready for the next phase.”

-

The sun beat down on Char as he opened his eyes from his long slumber. It took him a few minutes to realize that somehow he was on dry land, the arm of the crane sticking directly into the land. He turned over onto his back to catch his breath and remembered hitting his head. Checking to see if it was okay, he cringed in pain as he felt the small gash that had since clotted and dried. It wasn’t ideal, but it wasn’t life-threatening.

Readjusting himself, he quickly scanned his surroundings. Black sharp rocks surrounded him as he laid, suspended two stories above the ground. Any chance for escape on his own was nonexistent.

“Well fuck,” he said under his breath. He quietly apologized to his dad for swearing and felt warm tears swell in his eyes.

As the hours passed, the waves crashed against the jagged outer rock formation of the stone island. Char wondered if this mass had been here before. If that were true, was his father still alive?

He laid on his back for what seemed like hours when he heard a strange sound coming from the distance. He slowly turned around on the glass to make sure he didn’t upset it and fall through. It took him a few minutes to see what looked like four dots cutting through the water growing larger. They were coming toward him.

Char closed his eyes and tried to get some rest. Whatever was coming meant he wouldn’t get sleep for a long time. There would no doubt be swaths of people interested to know what happened to him, his father, the crew and the ship.

After a short slumber, he woke to four metal machines that looked like dragons the way they got thicker in their midsection and tapered off again by the tail. They also had sharp sets of fins on the top of their heads going halfway down their spins and another set on their tails.

One of dragon’s heads popped open and a pilot, whose face was covered by a helmet stepped out and tried calling out to Char. It was no use, not only was the cockpit door still sealed, Char lacked the strength to comprehend what was happening.

The pilot noticed this, said something to the radio attached to his shoulder, and jumped down. The machine to the left of him started moving toward Char. They planned to use the mechanical dragon as a link between the ground and the crane.

He could hear the other pilot try to call out to him to move but Char was frozen.

He could feel something gurgling in his stomach but it wasn’t food or vomit. He tried to think of what it was but the pain in his head slowly crept back as the initial adrenaline of everything began losing its potency.

It took ten minutes for the bridge to be completed and one of the pilots to meet Char face to face. They may have well-been astronauts from a different planet, it felt like they were speaking a different language to him. He was scared, he missed his father and now he got the feeling that he wouldn’t be going home anytime soon.

The pilot reached his hand out. The sound came crashing back into Char’s ears.

“It’s okay,” the pilot said. “We’ll take you somewhere safe.”

Reaching out, Char grabbed the pilot's hands and exited the crane. Eventually, the adrenaline would subside and the weight of the world returned to him. The  machine slowly retracted from the cockpit and Char could see what happened.

The ship was torn to pieces, bits and parts thrown around the black rock formations that engulfed the cockpit. When the machine lowered its head, one of the pilots came to him and shined a light into Char’s eyes. He could here the group talk to eachother through the radios.

“There are no other signs of life.”

“Jesus christ, how big is this land mass?”

“What created it?”

“How far off from the coast is this?

“What do we do with the kid?” a voice asked through one of the pilot’s radios.

“Take him to Vector 3.”

FIN.

[formulatrash]

have you ever had to interact with more controversial drivers like mazepin? what was it like?

yeah, weirdly I actually used to speak to Nikita quite a lot cus of junior series stuff. he is (or was) an odd combination of quite sweet in an almost naiive way and with these very hard-line, ultra masculinist tendencies. I don’t mean that in like a ‘things men do’ way, I mean the Putin masculinism which is this sort of cult of being hard, impervious, dominating etc.

(I am not sure masculinism is the right word? idk what it is in english. why am I so bad at speaking the language I write in for a job)

at the end of the day, in media pen or a press conference you’re unlikely to get too much weird behaviour from them because they’re aware there are eyes on them. like, if you’re saying “well, that was a good race for you, are you confident you’ll keep your result despite the track limits warning?” then the most you might get back will be like “I think these track limits issues are bullshit that’s killing racing, it’s just policing us away from being able to make moves” etc not, idk, “death to NATO and also I hate women” 

and when they’re babies it’s. idk, I’m old? so like, not actually Nikita but quite a lot of the junior drivers could be my terrible sons so you try to be a little forgiving of them being weird or awkward or whatever. I was quite surprised by the naiive/sweet element of Nikita (if you watch F2 interviews with him it’s sort of oddly there and feels so directly opposite to knowing the guy beat Callum Ilott’s face in. 

so, yeah. bit strange really. idk, they’re all (or a lot of them) damaged children aren’t they, to paraphrase Toto Wolff. just some of them work that out to become nice adults and some of them get deservedly put on an EU sanctions list for being a turbobellend. 

in terms of other controversial ones, idk. I guess Sirotkin had a few, shall we say, blips but off-track he was always really sweet and when he did the Marrakech rookie test after losing his F1 seat he was really patient and earnest, absolutely no ego or whatever (which not all of the ex-F1 ones come to FE with)

trying to think who else is controversial now and my mind’s going blank. oh, maybe Loïc Duval? but that was mostly my controversy in that he went berserk at me in the Montreal media pen (it was a tense weekend) because of something Jack had said on the commentary, of all things. (not involving me, he’d just overheard me reassuring Jack he hadn’t said anything too bad, after Duval had had a go at him first)

first time I have ever had to seriously think ‘what the fuck do I do if a driver punches me’ - fortunately, Adam Carroll intervened.

??? I guess Andre. we seem to be friends now though, which is odd. and I mean, I guess Lucas sometimes? but Lucas is my bff, I love him. and neither of them are on any kind of Mazepin level they’re just, y’know. villain era sometimes. the Taylor Swifts of Formula E.

there’s plenty of drivers I’ve interviewed who are just incompetent or at least, not up to the standard of whatever series they’re in. I was a bit surprised that Amaury Cordeel hasn’t been punted up for the F2 media roundtable yet, given his ban looked like such a certainty - he’s a piece of work and all. properly should not have a racing license, not just because he’s a bit rubbish but off-track behaviour is hideous, including filming himself racing on public roads and DM’ing underage girls. but yeah, have yet to speak to the bloke so idk what he’s like.

[beatnikbedlam]

Best New Anime of 2022

(reposted from cohost)

so i had cancer this year! which apparently means i actually watched enough new anime last year to do a top ten list? so i guess this is my first anime top ten! pretty neat! i’m only gonna cover shows that premiered this year because it would be hard not to put stuff like Mob Psycho and JoJo on here and there was so much great new stuff that i wanna focus on. here goes!

10: Love Flops: this show… this fuckin’ show y’all. the first few episodes are…. A Lot. some of the horniest anime bullshit i’ve seen. it takes over half the season to really show its hand. and look, i really don’t want to spoil anything, because it has some truly great reveals, but goddamn is it an incredible fucking hand. a show that is both absolutely demented and very touching

9: Aharen-san wa Hakarenai: translates to Aharen is Incomprehensible. just a really cute, chill little romcom about a couple of goofballs and their even goofier friends. was a very nice thing to look forward to during a pretty hard summer!

8: Urusei Yatsura: i originally had Spy x Family here, but y’know what? fuck that. Lum’s Back Bay Beeee and she looks better than ever. David Productions outdid themselves here

7: Bocchi the Rock: the most i've related to a character in ages. great music, great animation, great pals

6: Chainsaw Man: not typically my vibe, but it's so good i can't help but appreciate it anyway. i have trouble with “misery parade” stuff but Chainsaw Man takes it so far that it becomes hilarious. i really love its exploration of intimacy and control, very nuanced and looks at a lot of different aspects of it. Power and Denji’s friendship is super refreshing, Makima is scary as hell, and Himeno is… unfortunately very hot. don’t @ me

5: Ya Boi Kongming: time travel is always my jam, and this is one of the best. it subverts the whole "the character is dumb bc they're from the past" thing by making the MC a master strategist from the Three Kingdoms period. there's initial confusion, but he picks up quick, and it's more about him using his stratagems to help a girl become a famous singer. it also has one of the best OPs of the year too

4: Birdie Wing: it's the Lesbian Mafia Golf anime, what do you want from me

3: Akiba Maid War: legit one of the most buckwild first episodes ever put to film. absolutely has to be seen to be believed. all i'll say is that the title is literal, and it’s majestic. #1 fuckup gang of 2022

2: My Dress-Up Darling: immaculately crafted romcom, incredible characters. more or less a perfect show, would have been my top spot if the next one hadn't come to eat its lunch a few months later. the scene on the train after the con is one of my favorite scenes in anime period

1: Call of the Night: feels like a show made specifically for me. it's a romcom, but it's moody and there's philosophical shit and vampire fights? sign me the fuck up. then there’s Anko Uguisu, who is a fucking Problem 🥵 and to top it all off, it's the most gorgeous show i’ve seen in a long time. something like Demon Slayer has really fluid action sequences with amazing effects, but it looks pretty standard otherwise. but the composition and color and detail of every shot is so carefully considered in Call of the Night, it’s really something special. truly, absolutely cannot wait for season 2. i picked up the manga and am around chapter 100 now, it’s going in some really fascinating directions

and that’s my list! i was going to make this an honorable mentions section but ended up just mentioning basically everything else new i watched lol. so here’s that:

Ranking of Kings is a show i really loved but it just didn’t quite make the cut. the ending felt a little rushed and it started getting a bit predictable, but still great if you need a good cry

Shikimori Isn’t Just a Cutie was sweet and fun but felt a little thin

Spy x Family is really well-made and totally adorable but i have to take it in small doses for some reason

Reincarnated as a Sword i had no real issues with and i’m looking forward to season 2, but it just wasn’t a top 10

Eminence in Shadow: love the farce, fuckin’ hate the MC. still not sure where i come down on it tbh

Yakuza’s Guide to Babysitting: liked it, didn’t watch enough of it

Do It Yourself! is really cute but it never quite hits the highs of something like Laid Back Camp. still worthwhile if you like that kind of thing tho

Lycoris Recoil: i really enjoyed it while i was watching it, but i keep forgetting it exists tbh

and as far as returning stuff goes Mob had such a great ending, i’ve really enjoyed the Stone Ocean adaptation, i just got into Welcome to Demon School Iruma-kun this year and i’m having a great time with it, reminds me so much of that 00’s Soul Eater/HxH/toonami-type shonen but much less fight focused. and of course, Uzaki-chan was fucking incredible, as expected

it’s kind of crazy how much good anime there was this year and how many i haven’t even gotten around to yet! this winter 2023 season is seeming… a bit dry so far but at least Queen Nagatoro has returned to grace us with her presence. gonna wrap it up, but if someone found this and read all the way to the end… hey, thanks! you’re great!

[sundayinthcpark]

u all get to hear this ‘cause my best friends thoroughly despise this film but the sound of music (1963) has in fact somehow become THE movie for me. i think the last one i did this with was 13 going on 30 but basically what it means is i watch the movie over and over, i watch edits of the movie, i read fanfic of the movie, i read aus based on the movie, i write out quotes on sticky notes that i put on my walls, i listen to the soundtrack/score/etc… i have seen tsom in full four times this month, have put it on simply to fall asleep at least twice, listen to at least one song from it on a daily basis, have read tsom fanfic, have doodled ideas for a marvel science boyfriends sound of music au, constantly have the songs stuck in my head… it’s so very nice. it makes me feel good haha. it’s been one of my favourite films since i was a kid and there are certain parts of it that are just such a part of me- teaching myself to play piano with edelweiss, tsom being one of the first musicals i saw performed live, it’s just a good fucking movie- and it makes me feel so happy and safe and i like thinking about the idea of this father who loves his kids so so so much but who is struggling to figure out how to express it meeting this woman who has no idea what she’s doing but somehow manages not only to win over this man’s kids (he’d never admit it, but that’s really the way to win him over) but to also win him over? also- something good ??? best best best thing ever. literally like a dream to me- the idea of having such a fucked up childhood, a past ur not proud of, but thinking that you must have done something right somewhere in your past to lead you to this person who loves you so wholeheartedly and you love so so so much- god it’s beautiful. plus also my best friend put that song in a playlist she made for me and it just. it really does for us holy fuck like shit i know i’m only 20 years old but those 20 years have been kinda fucked up but y’know what somewhere in there i met the girl who is now my best friend and ik we only met in person for the first time less than a month ago but there is nothing i wouldn’t do for her she is the person i trust most in the whole wide world she is the first person i tell when big things happen but she is also the person i can send the most random thoughts/ideas/pictures to and she will appreciate it and shit guys every time i get high i just end up rambling on and on and on about how much i love her like after i finish this whole thing i am gonna remind her i love her ‘cause she really is the single best person in my life !!! i love her so much !!!

[the-plot-blog-thing]

(originally published on 12/31/20)

DTVA/DTS TAGTEAM TWEET-ATHON MOVIE #92: PHINEAS AND FERB THE MOVIE: CANDACE AGAINST THE UNIVERSE (2020) 

I didn’t think Phineas and Ferb coming back would be one of the few high points of 2020, but I really should’ve had more faith in the writers.

Y’know, on my first viewing, I actually preferred the first movie, probably because I hadn’t seen it in a while. But now having seen it recently, I can safely say that this is just barely the superior movie.

A lot of it comes down to pacing and character moments. I think that this one is paced just a little bit better than the first one, and I feel like this one has some stronger character moments, especially the stuff with Candace.

Not to say that the first one didn’t have good character moments, but most of them were with Phineas and Perry, and that’s harder to convey when one character can’t speak.

Don’t get me wrong, I still love the first one to bits, but I just found myself enjoying this one more on this rewatch. The songs, the jokes, the animation, everything just seemed to stand out more than the first movie.

This one really felt more like an extended episode, but maybe that works better for Phineas and Ferb? I feel like maybe the first movie tried too hard to be epic, and lost out on moments for jokes. This one had jokes that almost seemed to lead into more jokes.

I also like how each subplot connects with each other by the end. That’s really the area where each episode of the show excelled, and it shows just how the writers haven’t lost their touch even after being away from the show for so long.

Honestly, if you want to watch a Phineas and Ferb movie, either choice is fine. However, I would definitely say that this one is my personal favorite. 

10/10: The joke with the Axe-inator, is probably one of the most subtly smart jokes I’ve ever seen from an animated film.

[arcanadreams]

That time you and your demon boyfriend went viral

hi yes hello obey me fandom!! my name is Gabbi and i have never played a single second of the actual game but i have read enough fanon content for the past year to have this idea swimming around in my head and now i am finally letting this accursed thing out of my brain and putting it in yours

also i’m only doing the brothers because any more than that and i’d have an aneurysm probably. oh and shoutout to @obeythebutler and @beels-burger-babe for inspiring me with their works to feel brave enough to write for this fandom

Lucifer:

You and Lucifer go viral on Asmo’s Devilgram story!

You’re in the kitchen helping Asmo with dinner duty and singing along to one of your playlists of human realm music that you like to show him.

Asmo starts filming your cute little dance while you stir the pot on the stove because you are just adorable!

About ten seconds into him filming, Lucifer appears in the doorway with quite the stern look on his face. You know, the one that comes right before a “MAMMOOOOOON” and strikes fear into the heart of all those with functioning eardrums. That one.

He opens his mouth, presumably to tell y’all to shut the fuck up, but then there’s a lull in the music and the eldest can hear your voice ever so slightly above the song’s vocalist and he freezes.

Man stops in his tracks like someone just smacked him in the face with a midair volleyball.

Asmo can be heard stifling a laugh behind his phone.

Lucifer’s face gets so soft and he almost, almost, loosens his metal-rod-through-the-ass posture before you notice him and give a little wave and ask if you and Asmo were being too loud like the considerate darling you are.

Lucifer clears and his throat and says something like, “No, you aren’t. I was just coming to check on how dinner is coming along,” and leaves, after which Asmo immediately presses the post button.

Screenshots of Lucifer’s heart eyes for you go absolutely viral because every demon on Devilgram goes absolutely feral for seeing the eldest demon brother lose his dignified composure. It becomes a meme template. “Get you someone who looks at you like Lucifer looks at MC” and “me at the delivery demon when he shows up with my spicy bat wings” posts become commonplace. (Asmo thinks the memes are totally worth getting strung up with Mammon for laughing at them.)

Mammon:

Much like Lucifer, you and Mammon end up going viral off Asmo’s Devilgram. (Noticing a pattern here?) 

He pulls a silly prank on your asses and honestly I don’t know how you fell for it. But hey, they say “idiots in love” for a reason, so...

You and Asmo are sitting in the common room of the House of Lamentation just chillin. Well, he’s chillin, you’re on the floor studying for an upcoming exam.

The video starts in the middle of a conversation you and the avatar of lust were having.

“No, Asmo,” you say. “Mammon and I don’t use pet names for each other.” Now that’s just a darn lie, and every demon and crow within ten miles of Mammon and you together knows it.

“Really? I find that very hard to believe, MC.~” 

You sigh in response to Asmo’s teasing. “Okay, he has a lot for me but I’m just not much of a pet name person, y’know?” The rest of the exchange goes like this:

“Oh, I totally get it.” *pause* “Hey MC, what do human world bees make again?”

“Honey.”

Cue a sheepish Mammon sticking his head in the doorway at the bluntness of your tone when you answered Asmo.

“Yeah, babe?” he looks like a puppy left on the side of a highway oh my god hUG HIM-

Asmo turns the camera back to his smug ass face and in the background you can be heard tripping on the damn carpet trying to get up and hug your mans. (”MAMMON GET OVER HERE SO I CAN HUG YOU” “W-WHAT? I THOUGHT YA WERE MAD AT ME?!?!?!?!”)

Leviathan:

Streamer Levi? Streamer Levi.

You guys go viral the first time you make an appearance on one of Levi’s weekly (insert cool Devildom streaming service name here) streams. 

It’s completely unintentional. You had been asking him for weeks to play with him on there, but he’s the avatar of envy after all. He doesn’t like sharing his partner, even if it’s with random strangers who have no real access to you.

However, he has his stream on a Thursday instead of a Friday one week, and you come into his room carrying dinner because 1) You didn’t realize he was streaming and 2) No matter what he was doing, the boy needed to eat. It wasn’t unusual for you to bring him dinner, so you had no idea why he was blushing and stammering even more than usual this time in particular. Boy was speaking in beached whale trying to tell you what was wrong.

Then you notice his screen. Oh! “Hi chat!” You wave, setting Levi’s food down on his desk in front of his keyboard. “M-MC!” He full-on whines, slamming a hand over his mouth afterwards when he remembers his viewers could hear that.

Honestly, they’d meme the fuck out of him if it weren’t for the fact that they are FINALLY SEEING HIS HENRY!!! THE MYSTERIOUS MC!!!

Chat is bombarding you with questions while you make Levi eat dinner. And by make him eat dinner, I mean literally feeding this man forkfuls/spoonfuls while he games because you love how flustered he gets when you do that. 

Does it impact his score? Absolutely. Does he care? Not really when you’re pampering him like that.

You start answering chat’s questions about you while he’s chewing so he can’t tell you to stop LMAO-

You’re a natural on stream. The VOD becomes the most popular on Levi’s account in a matter of hours and soon cute highlights compilations of you and him on that stream start making the rounds on Devildom Twitter.

Satan:

There was buildup to Satan going viral, similar to Levi in a way. 

Satan does have a Devilgram, but it’s basically a white woman’s Instagram with added book reviews for variety. Unless you’re a reader his account is pretty boring: candles, books, fireplaces, and cats.

However, after you two started reading together fairly often he began posting pictures of your legs draped over his while you sat together. They’d always be captioned with vague ass pretentious literary criticism. 

This goes on for months, and he gains a lot of (horny) followers after the leg pics start up. He doesn’t really get why but you both joke that it’s because you have some damn nice legs and I mean neither of you are complaining about the new following.

You two go viral when he finally shows your face, entirely by accident.

The post is a video, which is already strange for him and grabs attention. In it, you’re scoffing and reading an excerpt of a book, mocking its understanding of female anatomy.

“I’m quoting here, Satan: ‘her breasts bouncing around like giant pacmen.’ I’M SORRY?? THAT ISN’T HOW BOOBS WORK SIR. WHY ARE MEN ALLOWED TO WRITE?” 

(fun fact that is a very real quote from a very real book I really read last month pls save me)

Originally the camera is focused on your body, with your head out of frame to protect your privacy, but your righteous anger made Satan laugh. Like, a real laugh. The one that makes you and everyone in earshot wonder if he truly was never an angel cause he sure as hell laughs like one but anyway-

When he threw his head back, his DDD angled up just a tad without him noticing, and your face was in view for like .2 seconds. Screenshots of it are making the rounds on Devilgram almost immediately: FINALLY THE LEGS’ OWNER HAS BEEN FOUND.

Satan apologizes profusely but you honestly find it funny and you two opt to just start taking selfies while reading with both of your faces in them from now on. 

Asmodeus:

I’m gonna be real with you: you and Asmo go viral all the time. Pretty much everything Asmo posts can be considered viral because of his social media following and his status as one of the seven avatars of sin.

However, there are some fairly cute highlights to be pointed out among the times you were both featured in a post that blew up.

Your favorite is probably that time Asmo livestreamed on of you guys’ ‘Nail Nites,’ as you call them.

You’re both on the floor, doing your nails and kicking your feet back and forth while talking to chat. A lot of the questions are about your relationship, and there’s a lot of flirting back and forth between the two of you.

A particular clip of the stream does blow the fuck up on Devilgram, though, when someone screen records it and posts it with a bunch of heart emojis edited over it.

“’What colors do you think best describe each other?’ Ooo, that’s a good one, chat!” Asmo claps his hands together excitedly, making sure to be  careful of his nails.

Pretty much everyone expected you to say pink, but you surprised both your boyfriend and your viewers when, after a pensive few moments, you replied with “Hmm...probably yellow or orange.”

“Can I ask why, darling?” Asmo tilts his head in confusion. I mean, yeah, those colors look good on him, but he doesn’t wear them often so he’s wondering about your thought process. 

“Well, in the human world those colors often represent happiness, optimism, and positivity. You’re always the cheerful presence I need in my life when things get hard, so you have the vibe of those colors.”

Asmo proceeds to burst into tears and hug you, messing up both of your nails and prolonging the stream since you both have to start over. But neither of you particularly care. 

Fun fact: Asmo has the clip that demon made of that portion of the stream saved on his DDD and watches it whenever he feels sad.

Beelzebub:

Beel and you probably go the most viral out of everybody. Like this moment is an entire phenomenon across the Devildom internet. 

It’s a video, or well, multiple videos, taken at the end of a Fangol game that Beel’s team had just won. Everyone is cheering and going crazy, yourself included, and you just really wanted to congratulate your boyfriend.

So, like the rational person you are, you elect to climb up onto the railing of the bleachers and wave to get his attention. 

You were absolutely fine up there, and sat all comfortably motioning Beel over to you. He notices, of course, and jogs over, standing right beneath you and looking up. (Back where you were sitting, Mammon is screeching like a hyena in heat and Belphie, who is laying down, has one eye open to glare at him. The youngest knows Beel would never let you hurt yourself; you’re fine.)

A bunch of assorted demons at the game has started filming while you were sat atop the railing since you were rather noticeable. Therefore, there’s a shit ton of different angles of the adorable events that follow:

You slide off the railing, landing right in Beel’s waiting arms bridal style. You’ve got this brilliant smile on your face as you pull his helmet off. None of the DDDs filming can hear it over the crowd noise, but Beel asks you why you just went through all that trouble and you tell him it’s because you wanted to tell him how proud you are.

Soft boy’s chest puffs up and he smiles this big cheesy smile at you reach up to run a hand through his hair. You feel him practically purr at the contact, and with a laugh you pull him in and plant a big ole smooch on him.

The crowd, at least those of them that can see, scream. Everyone is running high on adrenaline and happy emotions; something that cute causes a ruckus!! When you pull away Beel proceeds to put you on his shoulders and you celebrate with him and the rest of his team.

The videos of you two being adorable go completely viral and there are some threads dedicated to stockpiling every single angle taken of the event. Beel is completely oblivious to the attention but you have a lot of them saved on your DDD.

Belphegor:

If you think Belphegor has any sort of social media presence whatsoever then you are sorely mistaken. (Well okay he actually does run some anonymous troll accounts to meme on Lucifer’s posts but that’s neither here nor there-)

Therefore, naturally, you two go viral off of Asmo’s Devilgram. 

Okay so someone in the obey me tag the other say headcanoned that Belphie will go out of his way to nap in ridiculous places and my brain really took that and RAN WITH IT.

So what happens is that Belphie will fall asleep in the fucking weirdest places. I’m talking on top of the fridge, underneath the dinner table, on top of bookshelves...you name it, he has slept there, no matter the effort it takes to get there in the first place. 

And, ever since you two started dating, you would join him. Sometimes it involved putting yourself at risk of great bodily harm, but the little smile he gave when you he saw you fucking scaling the countertop to reach him made it worth it.

So anyway, since Beel adores the both of you to no end, he takes pictures whenever he sees you two napping together, whether or not it is in a crazy place. He sends these to the family group chat because he thinks they’re adorable.

Over a span of weeks to months, Asmo has built up a stock of images of you and Belphie cuddles up in seemingly impossible places. Once he has about ten or so, he posts a compilation of them to his Devilgram with some cheesy ass caption like “The things we do for love <3″.

They become a meme SO QUICKLY. Like UNBELIEVABLY quickly. 

The picture of you and Belphie sleeping on top of a bookshelf, in particular, is a big hit. Memes abound.

“If my girl doesn’t climb up a bookshelf to cuddle my ass, she don’t love me.” “Get yourself a partner who scales bookshelves just to be with your ass.” Etc etc...Belphie doesn’t give a shit but you laugh at a lot of them so he sees that as a good outcome.

[klanced]

have you heard about the live action movie???

Christ fucking alive

I just— WHY?? 😭😭 Genuine question, but WHO is the target audience for this movie? I literally don’t think it’s possible for Hollywood to profit off the Voltron IP. 

IDK the thing I’m hung up on is that I just don’t think that Voltron - any iteration of Voltron - translates well to the big screen. Like first of all, the most important part of any Voltron spin-off is Voltron - the mecha robot itself. It needs to look sleek, futuristic, and seamlessly perform acts of magical science fiction. And it needs to also somehow look realistic and grounded. If you want to make a decent live-action Voltron movie then your visual effects need to be as air-tight as possible. And I just don’t think that 1) that kind of CGI really exists yet; and 2) I doubt that any producer is going to want to spend the kind of $$$ required to make these effects look just that good. 

Like... I know that CGI has really come a long way. But I think the way many movies (Marvel) incorporates CGI is really, really clunky at best. Stand-alone CGI is fine. But it’s when you have the human actors interact or act around the CGI that the suspension of disbelief really falters. And at the heart of any Voltron story is the interaction between human beings and technology. So I truly cannot imagine a live-action Voltron movie that actually looks good.

I also think that a lot of the charm, whim, and appeal of Voltron will get lost during the adaptation to film. Films are such a rushed form of media, y’know? TV shows and books can draw out the story and have the room for more organic character and plot development. But in a movie, you only have two or so hours to tell a story, and so you’re always rushing to get to the next important scene. 

And movies also just value different kinds of things. Namely, the usage and prominence of its actors. If you’re paying someone $$$$ to star in this movie, you’re going to prioritize focusing on them, right? Think the Transformers movies. I haven’t watched those films in like 15 years so my memory is hazy, but I do remember that each movie could be cleanly divided into the Human Plot and then the Bots Plot, and the two elements very rarely interacted. So I just worry that a live-action Voltron movie will focus more on the human-drama element than the sci-fi element. 

Also LBR all live-action movies feel a pressure to be as “gritty and realistic as possible.” Which makes absolutely no one happy and isolates every audience demographic. 

Ughhhhh I bet they’ll really lean into the Galra War aspect and make this basically a military action movie set in space. I’m picturing a love triangle between Keith-Allura-Lance. Pidge will either be a male gremlin, an ambiguously gendered gremlin, or a sexy manic pixie dream science girl. No in-between. Lance’s introduction scene happens in a bar and he gets slapped by a woman after he hits on her. Shiro’s death is a plot point.