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kaorusan241 · 1 year

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ok so, summer holidays after endgame. anne's admitted to st. mungo's to be more comfortable. fig was MC's legal guardian so she and sebastian are both orphans. so they're allowed to stay at hogwarts just for this summer, but they cannot leave the grounds apart from hogsmade and during day hours. also due to being extremely watched, they cannot fall to their shenanigans again, so they're forced to be good. this brings them together even more. so a lot of fluff, healing and a first kiss? no smut

I’ve given this a go, sorry if it’s crap! For wider reference, my call for prompts is HERE.

Sebastian Sallow x Slytherin! MC | When Term Ends

The concept of a ‘summer holiday’ doesn’t mean much to you. Having grown up in the abject poverty of east London, the idea of relaxing happily with family, swimming in lakes and frolicking in fields, is entirely foreign.

When you first came to Hogwarts, you’d done your best to control your shock and delight at seeing entire tables stacked with chicken, vegetables and gravy, beef stew, freshly baked bread and a variety of soups - to be able to eat like this every day is something you’re still getting used to.

How funny, that despite the immense power you hold, the sight of a simple meal is still the thing that brings you the most comfort.

Hard benches, strict lines, attendants in monochrome uniforms, no curtains, floor coverings, or privacy. The constant sense that everyone around you on the street while you sold matchboxes or paintbrushes considered your poverty a choice - a result of a fundamental lack of effort.

You wish with all your soul that you’d been aware of Hogwarts sooner - to experience this level of freedom and joy for just three years feels cruel.

You wish you could curse the bastards who visited the slums for sport, to hell with the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery.

You sigh, putting your book down on the table and watching the flames flicker in the dull green light of the common room. You look at your hands, so different to someone like Imelda’s. Your skin bears the evidence of all that you’ve been through, everything that makes you who you are.

You don’t know if it’s because of the ancient magic that bristles under your skin, but since the holidays began, you’ve struggled to keep a lid on your anger. You feel restless, caged in by the weight of fixing everyone else’s problems.

Take Sebastian, for example. You know that you’ll never fully understand the depths of his devotion to Anne, as an only child yourself. Your own feelings about the situation are so conflicted, you can scarcely imagine how Sebastian must feel.

Solomon was complacent in his search for a cure, you agree with him on that much. But Solomon was only doing what Anne had asked him to do, to stop looking, to let her cope with the symptoms by herself. Given the amount of suffering she’d experienced at Rookwood’s hands, shouldn’t Anne have been allowed that choice?

A life dictated by a feuding brother and uncle, on top of everything else… you grit your teeth, irritated again.

Sebastian is your friend, someone you want to trust to protect you. But he’s also a complicated character - it’s part of what drew you to him in the first place. You could sense something under the surface, even before you spoke to him. A languid charm that hid something much darker underneath.

Sebastian had a family who loved him, who wanted to protect him from the dark arts. A family who cared about what happened to him, who didn’t dump him in the streets and leave him to fend for himself.

He’d thrown all that away, for what? Knowledge?

You don’t believe for a second that Sebastian had done it with entirely pure intentions. He might well believe that everything he’s done, every curse he’s cast, was for his sister’s sake. He might even try to pretend that killing his uncle didn’t matter.

You know him better than that.

Speak of the devil and he doth appear.

“Didn’t expect to see you here”, Sebastian drawls, taking a seat next to you with a tired huff. It’s supposed to be a joke, but falls flat.

You were the only two Slytherins asked by Headmaster Black to stay in the castle over summer. Ominis was free to go, probably because he hadn’t witnessed two deaths in the span of a week. Thestrals might even start to pity you at this point.

“I have nowhere else to go.”

It’s honest, maybe too honest, and slips out before you can stop it. Sebastian just nods sagely.

You’ve never gone into detail about your past, but you know he senses the darkness in you, too.

“It’s been over a month, and still no invitations to join you on a quest. Don’t tell me you’re back on the straight and narrow?”

“Ah yes, because you’d know all about that.”

Sebastian laughs, and you feel yourself smirk. Anyone else listening would have been horrified at how flippantly you just referenced Solomon’s murder, but you weren’t about to argue about it, and you certainly couldn’t ignore it.

“Fair enough.”

Sebastian kicks his feet up onto the table, stretching his arms out behind him and crossing them behind his head. He glances at you, trepidation clear in his eyes.

“So… Professor Fig. How are you holding up? I didn’t spend much time with him, but I know you two were close.”

You feel hollow at the mention of Fig, empty after the promise of a stable home had been snatched away from your grasp.

“I’m fine. Neither of us are any stranger to grief, Sebastian.”

A pause. Sebastian sighs, sitting up from the sofa and leaning his arms on his knees.

“I know what you must think of me, now. I did this for Anne, but even she won’t speak to me. Thinks I should dwell on the consequences of my actions for a while.”

“Sebastian…”

“Even if I had been sent to Azkaban, even if you’d all turned me in, I doubt she’d have visited me. Maybe a fate entwined with the dementors is what I deserve.”

“No.”

Sebastian jumps at your insistence, turning to look at you in surprise.

“I don’t agree with you killing Solomon, but I also know that it was accidental. You let your anger get the best of you. The dark arts are powerful, but need to be wielded with care.”

“Do you think Anne might come to understand, with time?”

“Understand what? That you had to do it? No. Until you recognise that your inexperience with the dark arts led to this, she’ll never understand you. The only way she’ll ever come around, is if you frame it as a terrible mistake.”

Sebastian laughs again in surprise at that, and you turn away slightly, blushing.

“Sounds a little… manipulative? To twist recent events in my favour? Perhaps I’m rubbing off on you after all.”

You can’t help but smile. “Regrettably, yes.”

“In all seriousness though, I’m grateful to you for standing by me, through it all. I don’t know how to repay you.”

You look at him fully, noting the sincerity in his dark eyes, the bags underneath them. It’s been weighing heavily on him, you realize. The idea of being left alone.

“Are you afraid that without Ominis and I in your corner, you might get drawn into something worse..? Something you’d regret?”

“Maybe. I still intend to study the dark arts, to get better control over it. But without Anne I don’t have the same motivation as before. She was my other half, my best friend.”

You wince sympathetically, placing a hand on his shoulder, drawing it up and down the soft fabric of his robes in an attempt to comfort him.

“I can’t pretend I understand. Anne is wonderful, but I didn’t do all this for her.”

Sebastian furrows his brows. “If not for her, then why? Why did you go to such great lengths to help me?”

“Everyone I’ve ever cared about, has abandoned me, or died.” You don’t know where the words are coming from, but it feels like a dam has burst. “Everyone.”

You lift your hand from his shoulder, standing to pace near the fire, feeling its heat gracing your ankles as you walk.

“I know that you cared about Anne, that you love her. But she’s not dead yet, Sebastian. There’s still time for us to find a way to cure her, something that doesn’t involve blood sacrifices, or dark arts we can’t control. The people I’ve lost? They’re gone. I’ll never understand what it feels like for you, watching a part of yourself suffer in that way. But I do know what it feels like to be betrayed by family.”

Sebastian approaches you cautiously, as if you’re a wire about to snap.

“You’re talking about your childhood, aren’t you? The orphanage?”

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry. I know you’ve kept parts from me, but it can’t have been easy.”

“It wasn’t. I just-” your voice cracks, and you turn away, hiding the tears before they fall.

“I just need to feel wanted. Like someone cares about me. I want to find someone I can trust completely, who won’t force me to stand on my own.” You swallow, steeling yourself.

“When you drifted away, out of my reach, towards magic that I don’t understand, it broke me. It felt like I was right back to where I started. Back to reaching out in my sleep, begging my parents not to leave me behind.”

“I could be that, for you.”

“What?” you quickly wipe your eyes, looking back at him. He’s standing straight, staring at you with a steely resolve that you’ve rarely seen on him.

“I could be the person that stands by your side. That you could trust. I know I’ve made some mistakes…” Sebastian rubs the back of his neck, guilt still radiating off him in waves. “I’ve made mistakes, but…”

He comes closer to you then, gripping your forearms tightly.

“Listen to me. I would never hurt you. You can trust me. After everything you’ve done for me, everything you are… how could I ever leave you?”

You suck in a breath. Here is Sebastian, admitting that you’re one of the three people in the entire world he cares about. That he wants you by his side.

“I.. thank you, Sebastian. I appreciate it.”

Sebastian stares at you, looking for something. You feel yourself heat under his gaze, wondering whether or not he believes you.

“Why do you think I go on quests with you? Spend so much time with you? Do you think it’s out of the goodness of my heart?”

“No… I thought that maybe… you wanted to learn more about ancient magic? That you needed it for something, thought it might help you cure Anne.”

He looks slightly affronted at this. “You think I was just using you? This whole time? That I don’t care about you?”

“No, that’s not it. I know you care. We’re friends.”

“Friends.” Sebastian laughs, incredulously.

“Have you not been paying any attention to the way I’ve been looking at you, this entire school year?”

Your heartbeat races. Are you about to have a heart attack? You don’t know where to look, the eye contact is too intense and you need to leave, you need to get out of here -

“Look at me.”

Sebastian lifts one hand to your face, turning your head, so gentle, despite all the anger you know simmers inside him.

“It’s different with you. I … like you. I want to be there for you, for you to depend on me. You can depend on me.”

It feels like every muscle in your body has frozen. You don’t attempt to speak.

“If you choose me.. I promise, I will never let you down again.”

It overwhelms you, the feelings you have for Sebastian. Everything that you would do for him. It feels all-consuming, the way that you take on his problems as if they were your own. Now he’s saying you can depend on him, that you don’t have to struggle through this alone.

You gently place your hands above his where they rest on your face, and lean forward. The kiss is feather-light, Sebastian doesn’t even seem to register it at first, but then he grips on to you. You feel like you’re falling.

Author’s Note: I don’t have a PS5 myself / have been using my friends, so my knowledge of this game is going to be a lot more limited than other writers. I can only write the characters as I see them, and I enjoy doing so, but things like detailed lore, specific plot points etc. might have inaccuracies. So if that’s vital to people, they should look for writing elsewhere.

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #harry potter universe #headcanon #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow x slytherin!reader #kaorusan241 writes #prompt

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child-of-the-danube · 6 months

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So this is truly it, huh? Just like that, no more Doom Patrol?

I don't think I can completely explain how I feel about the show as a whole and how much it means to me, but this final episode just left me empty for both good and bad reasons.

WARNING!!! SPOILERS INCOMING!! DO NOT READ FURTHER IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THE EPISODE YET!

The whole Immortus/Butts resolution felt like such a cop-out. Immortus just going "Nah, you know what, I'm fine. Here's your longevity. Oh, and I'm besties with the Butts now. Too-da-loo 🥰" after being presented as their biggest threat ever? Meh

It would have been more cathartic had they somehow defeated Immortus when she was occupied with the Butts and got the longevity thingy off her neck to then run home only to find Rita already dead with Laura frozen with shock/grief beside her. To have them think they managed one more victory but with their biggest loss yet. And for Rita and Laura, the moments before she died could have been used to have a proper conversation and resolution between them. I would have loved if the final scene between them (and with alive non-ghost Rita in general) would have been Laura bringing her the Immortus nail just for Rita to decline cause she's at peace with dying. Even a simple "You're forgiven" would have been enough. And what was the point of telling Laura she's part of the Doom Patrol now to go "Yeah, you should all go your own way now" five minutes after she kicked the bucket???

Vic's ending was expected. It was obvious from the start that he would make it. And I'm glad cause he deserves happiness and to build a future that HE feels is right for him finally.

I'm also delighted Jane (a.k.a just K now) got her happiness both within herself and with Casey. And she's the only one we saw on screen saying goodbye to at least one person properly. Her and Cliff's realtionship was one of my absolute favourite things about the show.

Seems I managed to guess Larry's ending almost exactly. It was so sweet and beautiful. He didn't just return to space with Keeg but Rama as well. Can't lie, I've shed some tears during that scene. And his moment with ghost Rita... 12/10 wouldn't change anything about it

Cliff's ending is my favourite and the one that got me bawling my eyes out. "It's ok. I made it home" Uhm, excuse me?????? How dare the writers break my heart like that???? I am unwell and will need 5-7 business days to recover from it. Poetic, beautiful, amazing, showstopping etc. I love Cliff so fucking much

Dorothy who? Guess she just fell off the Earth after Immortimas

Also, Shelley? Never heard of her. Try looking in the woods when it gets foggy maybe 🤷

I guessed Rita would definitely die too but her whole "Each of you will be better off on your own" turnaround just didn't sit right with me. She's the one that spent her life keeping this little, broken, miserable bunch of just the unluckies motherfuckers known to the world together and managed to create a family that loves and supports eachother to death and THIS is her conclusion?? That they should just disband? Nope, not buying it. I guess it's somehow a way of telling that now the one that held them together, the heart of the show if you will, is gone that it's all done but I feel like that's a an insult to the rest of them and to the strength of their bond. Yes, Rita's insistence brought them together at first, but they've grown and gotten close so much since then even without her interfering in their one-on-one relationships. It just doesn't feel right. I also knew we'd get a Malcolm reunion scene but am I the only one that doesn't really care about him? Tbh, we didn't get to know much about him beside the fact that he was Rita's lover that tragically died. I just can't care about a character I know nothing about. I guess have fun posthumously frolicking in a field, Rita and Malcolm 🤷

So Jane got Casey and her sanity, Larry got Keeg and Rama, Vic got his friends and students, Cliff got see his family, their future and die peacefully beside them, Rita got to reunite with the love of her life in eternity and Laura got to, uhm, *checks notes*, play with a flamethrower? Like, ok, I do dig that she got to destroy the place that ruined her whole life guns a-blazing but what exactly does she get to do later on? The ones who remained alive all got someone to share their new found joy with, a proper plan for the future, they're at peace. Laura didn't get to neither truly reconcile with Rita, nor the Sisterhood, and now the only people she felt close to either died or went their own way without a true goodbye. What, pray tell, does her future look like beside, once again, loneliness and grief???? I fucking hated her ending. Give us a Laura de Mille spin-off, you cowards. Make it right...

#doom patrol #doom patrol spoilers #doom patrol finale spoilers #doom patrol season 4 #doom patrol 4x12 #rita farr #april bowlby #jane #diane guerrero #cliff steele #brendan fraser #larry trainor #matt bomer #victor stone #cyborg #joivan wade #laura de mille #madame rouge #michelle gomez

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silent-wolf · 6 months

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batfamily as disney princesses

wait so ive been thinking more about this post in particular on what the assigned disney princess is for each batfamily member and i need to u all to understand my thoughts rn 1. dick as ariel from the little mermaid:

can we agree on the fact that dick is the most likely to get eloped without giving a single hint? also the most likely to break out into a spontaneous song number. he's such a bubbly person and would be friends with anyone, INCLUDING A CRAB. 2. jason as tiana from princess and the frog: okay hear me out- we're so used to him being perceived as belle, but honestly they're not THAT similar personality wise. tiana is passionate, persistent and opinionated. if that doesn't scream jason i don't know what does. both of them would never change themselves for other people and i think thats so lovely. 3. tim as belle from beauty and the beast: im still on my tim as belle bullshit !! both of them are idealistic, loyal and slightly judgemental. honestly the way both of them managed to change people around them( i.e- bruce and the beast) to become better people, while not giving two fucks is pretty commendable LMFAO.

4. damian as snow white from snow white and the seven dwarfs:

DO YOU SEE MY VISION. imagine littol damian frolicking in a field as he sings to a bunch of deers and bluebirds. in my mind, he's just a gremlin with no thoughts but little critters running through his brain. he's so gentle with his pets and is extremely environmentally conscious.

5. cass as mulan from mulan:

there is literally no other option more fit for her. groomed from a young age to be something they're not, but then becoming badass warriors in their own right? like yesss girl bosses !! and both of them having issues with finding their own self that's not a reflection of what other's want and perceive them to be?? so compelling~

6. stephanie as rapunzel from tangled.

thats it. that's all you need. okay i'm joking but stephanie is so painfully rapunzel it HURTS. both escaping from a toxic environment to find enjoyment for life once again, and doing good for the world. i love them both to death. they're also my gf's

okay as for the rest i dont have any concrete reasoning but the vibes just m a t c h

6. duke as elsa from frozen- idk something about them is just so uncanny. i'd imagine trying to live upto the expectations of ur new family and the rest of the population would take a toll on you, which is basically the premise of frozen. and both of them are rlly pretty...

7. barbara as jasmine from aladdin- literally best girls icl. there is no logic behind this, but i think little barbara dreamed of being as cool as jasmine one day. BONUS: bruce wayne as cinderella.

anyways this is all just for fun and feel free to comment ur suggestions !!

#batman #robin #tim drake #batfam #cassandra cain #dick grayson #red robin #black bat #damian wayne #duke thomas #stephanie brown #jason todd #bruce wayne #nightwing #red hood #spoiler #barbara gordon #oracle #signal

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darkhighness · 6 months

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Good Omentober Day 27 - Goats

Prompt by @disaster-dog

Aziraphale tries to teach the demon a lesson after their interaction with Job. It's definitely not self-serving.

(Written with the assistance of AI)

Crowley didn’t mind the goats all the much really. And while it had technically been an order from Hell, his heart just wasn’t really in it. That was the real reason he turned them into birds. Nothing else.

It had nothing to do with the look in the angel’s eyes when he told him what he was to do and it certainly had nothing to do with a nagging guilt that had been following him since the flood. He was just following orders in a slightly more unconventional way.

After his little display, however, Aziraphale was determined to exact his own justice. He knew exactly how to tug on the demon’s heartstrings and after their fuss with Job, he took Crowley out to a small settlement where a young shepherd was struggling with rowdy goats, floating apart in the paddocks.

The young boy looked distressed, his left hand raised over his eyes to try and block out the sun as he called out to one of the more adventurous goats that had wandered off.

“What do you need me to do? You can just miracle it back it it’s pen, you know?” Crowley asked cynically, preparing to snap his fingers to fix the problem.

Aziraphale stopped him with a knowing smile, “Not this time Crowley. You’re going to go and give him a hand the proper way. The human way.”

The demon let out a long, low growl before heading off. It couldn’t be that hard. As Crowley approached the skittish goat, it began to dart off in the opposite direction, further away from the pasture it called home.

The demon let out a hefty sigh before trying to catch up again.

Aziraphale sat back, watching from an aged oak tree atop a hill. He watched as Crowley hopelessly dashed after the goat, all his limbs flailing frantically in the distance. It would’ve been a very quick job had they done it the way they usually did but this was significantly more fun for Aziraphale.

As Crowley chased the elusive goat, he couldn't help but feel a growing sense of frustration. This was hardly the kind of task he enjoyed. He preferred manipulating and causing chaos from behind the scenes, not chasing after wayward livestock.

The young shepherd watched in amazement as the strange man, Crowley, continued his unconventional pursuit of the goat. He watched, torn between laughter and sympathy for the demon's plight.

Meanwhile, Aziraphale, perched comfortably in the shade of the oak tree, couldn't suppress a mischievous grin. He had expected this reaction from Crowley. The angel was determined to teach the demon a lesson, to show Crowley that Hell’s way was not the way forward.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Crowley managed to corner the goat near a small cottage. He slowly approached the animal, extending a gentle hand, almost as if he was trying to approach a wild creature.

Crowley's cynical expression softened, and for a brief moment, he felt a connection with the creature he'd been chasing for so long. He almost felt bad for his previous plight, even if the goats hadn’t been harmed. Going from frolicking in a field to flying in the skies must have been quite the shock.

As Crowley returned the goat to the shepherd, Aziraphale descended from the hill. The angel wore a knowing smile, having achieved his mission.

Crowley glanced at Aziraphale and admitted, "Alright, angel, you've made your point. Maybe there's something to this 'human way' after all."

And as the sun set over the serene countryside, the demon and the angel walked side by side, sharing a newfound appreciation for the subtleties of life.

They both knew that they were likely going to be summoned by their respective sides soon to answer for their misdoings in the Job saga but for now, things felt painfully simply. As the setting sun painted the horizon in a spattering of oranges and yellows, Crowley couldn’t shake the pride he had in Aziraphale.

“You did the right thing, you know,” The demon assured looking out over the fields ahead.

Aziraphale took a moment to respond, negotiating with his own thoughts and insecurities, “But what if you weren’t there?” He asked timidly.

Crowley sighed and tried to reassure the angel, “Do you really think you would’ve done anything different?” He asked simply.

“I don’t know. That’s what I’m afraid of.”

“I don’t think I had much to do with it at all,” Crowley admitted, searching in his robes for pockets before shoving his hands in. He was absently kicking a stone along the ground, watching as it tumbled along the gravel path.

“I guess I just wish I was a little bit more sure,” Aziraphale admitted. There was still that fear in his chest that Crowley would drag him down to hell and he’d be stripped of every angelic part of him. He was too afraid to believe he’d be okay because it would just hurt more when he was inevitably betrayed.

“Do you remember when we first met?” Crowley asked, turning to face Aziraphale, “I told you that I didn’t think angels could do the wrong thing. I still believe that.”

“But Heaven’s done some rotten things. As we’ve made so many missteps-”

“Heaven might haven sure. But you Aziraphale, you haven’t. You’re one of the few people left who are truly angelic. The rest are just soulless zombies.” Crowley assured, a slight juvenile tone in his voice, “They could learn a thing or two from you.”

Aziraphale hummed slightly, not entirely convinced by the whole exchange but inexplicably soothed by the demon’s words nonetheless. He couldn’t help but wonder why Crowley always seemed to do the right thing too, then, if it was an angel’s mission.

“Angel you’re thinking so hard I can hear you from here,” Crowley teased.

“What about you?” Aziraphale blurted out, “Why do you do the right thing?”

“I was an angel once too,” Was the only response Crowley gave.

#good omentober #good omens #aziracrow #anthony j crowley #ao3 fanfic #aziraphale x crowley #ineffable husbands #good omens 2 #crowley #aziraphale

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Todays rip: 26/03/2024

Chance's Return to Dreamland

Season 1 Featured on: GilvaSunner's Highest Quality Video Game Rips: Volume 3 & Knigra Also on: Kirby Rip Attack

Ripped by digboye

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Requested by fezaki! (Request Form)

You wouldn't BELIEVE how happy I was to see this rip get requested man!! Chance's Return to Dreamland isn't part of the surprisingly many Season 1 rips to have exploded in popularity - think My Dr. Eggman Can't Be This Evil!, Dr. Soulja, Pikmin Park, you get the picture - but its a rip I've had sitting proudly in my playlists for years and a verified banger. And to see that I'm not the only one who knows it exists!!! That warmed my heart for some reason. Fuck yeah.

There's a lot of parallels you can draw between this rip and Door into a Hundred Summers, another one of my Season 1 favorites. Of course there's the obvious one - both are rap mashups utilizing rap music that isn't really commonly featured on the channel, with Chance's Return to Dreamland to date still being the only rip on the channel to use Chance the Rapper's Angels. But beyond that, they have a really similar, enchanting way of grabbing your attention - you click on the rip waiting for the mashup to start, only for the music to dramatically cut away before the song used in the mashup "introduces" it back, at a lower pitch. I'm certain this way of starting a mashup has been used in more than these two rips, yet its a huge part of what's kept them stuck in my mind for so long - it reminds me of Be Cool, Be Wild, and Be My Girl in how, even as early as Season 1 they were finding ways to subvert what you were expecting a SiIvaGunner rip to be by cutting the playback so abruptly rather than having the mashup or melody swap simply start playing more subtly.

But the real reason I associate the two rips with one another so closely, and perhaps the real reason they both employ the aforementioned technique of pausing the track used, is what they do with said track in the mashup - pitching it down to create a quite different experience. This is more exaggerated in Door into a Hundred Summers of course, which takes a tune otherwise radiating the energy of a crisp spring morning and gives it a far more reflective, slow, nostalgic feel. What's done in Chance's Return to Dreamland feels almost like the complete inverse - the tune of Kirby's Return to Dreamland's title screen theme is infectiously jolly, and the slight pitch-down is primarily just done to allow it to play harmoniously alongside Angels, a song already infectiously feel-good in its own right. The two thus compliment each other beautifully, sort of similarly to something like World Out There, where the two sources used in isolation already feel harmonious in emotional intent, yet elevate each other to new heights in the mashup.

It's just a damn good rip, yknow? Chance the Rapper is (perhaps unsurprisingly) not an artist I've listened to much at all, yet his and featured artist Saba's vocals in Angels are just filled with such sincerely feel-good whimsy, such sheer joy and happiness in being alive, a feel that Kirby has ALWAYS been top-tier at pushing - the experience of listening to Chance's Return to Dreamland feels like like frolicking in endlessly warm, sunny grassy fields with those you cherish. A pill of pure happiness of shocking quality and attention to detail for a rip made so early on in Season 1's life. And knowing that digboye is still around today, 8 years later, helping bring rips like the immaculate One-Winged DJ to life, just puts a big dumb smile on my face.

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sea-owl · 7 months

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I find it so funny imagining how both the seasonal wives and season brothers act when its not their season. Like yeah you have here the Seasonal wives as cottagecore besties maybe frolicking in the fields doing watercolors and sewing and people watching (with the occasional blackmarketing) just them living their best life and on the other hand the brothers are screaming crying throwing up and GOING OFF at the most minor of inconveniences coz THEY. MISS. THEIR. WIVES. DAMMIT and why can't they live with their husbands huh??? They're married! They should live together! (They are mortal, you fools). But no amount of reason or logic is convincing them that they should be apart from their wives.

Cut to their season and the brother finally reunites with his wife and the first few weeks the wife literally has to pry their husband off of them coz he's stuck to her like glue and will not lift a finger to do their damn job unless his wife is within a cuddling distance (and to him that's like a few inches apart)

Just imagine the shenanigans and absolute chaos in all of this

The wives got to make an itinerary for when it's time for their season or nothings getting done. They don't expect to see their friend for the first month of their season.

Anthony is the most responsible of his brothers when it comes to balancing his need for his wife and actually doing his job. Probably has to do with the fact that he's the eldest of not only the brothers but all the Bridgerton siblings. His season is also the time of the harvest and last-minute hunting, and fishing before everything freezes, and some animals go to hibernate. Fertility also falls in Anthony's responsibilities with most animals mating during his season. That responsibility keeps him focused. But Kate is also there to make sure he relaxes and jumps into piles of leaves once in a while. She can help take part of his load or help be a stress relief. So long as her own temper is ignited.

Benedict is the absolute worst about doing his damn job. He doesn't want to work! He just wants to be with Sophie. More than once, Sophie had to withhold affection so that Benedict didn't rush winter in one storm and then call it good. She also made sure he actually made it snow during winter. While winter is tough, it is also a rest periord for the earth. The other wives did wish Sophie had put her foot down more about Benedict leaving on time, but it's his one bad habit she enables. She likes spending time with her husband, too.

Colin is actually the second most responsible when it comes to his season now, which is surprising because he used to he a total flight risk. Those super late springs and the springs that only seemed to last a week? Yeah, that was Colin avoiding his job. He used to hate that all he was known for was flowers and the nickname charming spring. It wasn't until Penelope pointed out to him that he actually brought life back to the earth that he took a double take at what his job really was. Yes, he brings life back and brings in new life as he helps with the births of animals who mated during fall. Now, that doesn't mean that sometimes he likes to play a joke in delaying spring just a little bit. Only now he hides away with his wife.

Gregory isn't bad about doing his job like Benedict, but he also isn't as strict as Anthony is. He wants to do a good job. He just sometimes goes a little overboard. Extreme heat is one issue he's working on. Gregory sometimes forgets that mortals don't feel the elements the same as immortals. Thankfully, Lucy is there to remind him should he need it, and if Gregory is confused if he is going overboard by mortal standards, he has Lucy to turn to to get a mortals perspective.

Though nothing prepares them for when the first wife dies.

#bridgerton #kathony #benophie #polin #grucy #seasonal wives au

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The following is an expanded thought/rant on Nyo!America. I made a shorter version yesterday but wanted to expand it.

Warnings: mentions of neglect, abuse, period typical attitudes and behaviours, colonization, imperialization, civil war, Spain, WW1, Great Depression, WW2, Cold War, the '90s and early 2000s. Basically, if it was a major event I touch on it through the lens of the possibility of Nyo!America.

The fun idea about nyo!America existing in the same universe where it is basically the same but it’s Nyo!America is just how much would have changed for her. Personally her.

In general Alfred was able to do what he wanted, frolicking in the fields of the Midwest and avoid work? Yeah, he could do that. Go up and visit his brother for weeks at a time? Just leave a note. Start an international incident by punching Russia? That can be resolved. Have a sloppy public image? What are you going to do? Oppose him? Alfred can do more or less whatever he wants. Sure he struggles and I'm not invalidating those struggles, but it is a different font of struggle.

Nyo!America [whatever name you want to use because all names are cool and I have my own headcannon names.] Would have to work constantly to be taken seriously and to be seen as an equal. As a colony she was mostly neglected as a second thought by the English/British government. She would be constantly have been having to prove herself and be self sufficient. England would have not seen her as a threat. After all she was a small female nation. What could she possibly do against the British? When starting the revolution no one would believe in her. There were so few female nations to begin with in a high standing. The ones in Europe were under the flag of someone else. Everyone thought it was going to fail. Than the Americans started proving that they could do it, nations started supporting her. She got her freedom, but there was still the feeling that this would just be a shirt term thing. She would have to keep proving herself. After all she just proved them wrong already, they were going to be wrong about everything else.

The Articles of Confederation didn't work, and people thought this was going to be the end. This is just another point as to why female nations couldn't do all that much, and why, historically, many empires were better off with male representatives.

Nyo!America pushes on. Most of her bosses doubt her ability to some level. Even the ones who don't treat her poorly still doubt her. She can't take breaks, and she can't skip town for weeks because it will be held against her. She's doing paperwork, meeting and greeting officials, reading books and taking classes from paid tutors. She has to be because if she doesn't then they will find something wrong with her.

Her manners are top-notch, she learns the customs of other places, and learns greeting and pleasantries in other languages. She has to be the best at everything. So what if she skipped sleep here or there? She still has work to do.

Nyo!America would in a bit of spare time get to know her people. If she can find out where things within her country are lacking she can try to help. These are the people she represents and she wants to be the best place for all of them. She knows all of the flaws within her nation like the stories engraved in her skull, but she has to keep trying. Where she can try and help with things she does, but no one will take her seriously.

She learns early that most of these people won't take her skill and knowledge seriously unless she forces them. Everyone has something to keep and no one expects a lady like her to figure them out or use them against them. She does. So what if she has to blackmail a bit, so what if she had to threaten a couple of big-headed men who won't take her knowledge until given no other choice. So what if she has to use some underhanded ways that would make some weary. She is doing everything she can.

The Mexican-American war. She didn't want to fight Mexico. She was the only other female nation she knew. They had each other’s backs in the world of male nations. There was still a war and she had to prove herself. She didn't have the standing to oppose it all. She lost her friendship with Mexico. She hated the people in charge for a long while, but she couldn't say anything. How could she when they were waiting for a chance to throw her out? She writes essays of apologies to Mexico for years. For decades. They don't get along all the time, but they both understand the pain. They might not be buddy buddies, but they were still two female nations in the sea of male nations. If push came to shove they personally have each other’s backs.

The nation is divided and America was to kneel over in pain. She wants to lie in bed and scream, cry, and shut down. She can't. They won't take her pain seriously. She's just a woman. She stands up and fights. She fights for her people, the ones who can get their long-needed freedom. She's still in pain, but she will smile through it all if it means more of her people will be free.

There are still problems, still, people who deny rights, but she is doing the damn best she can to help.

She's a regional power, her wealth is growing and flocks of people are moving. She is proving them all wrong. The old world still scoffs at her and isn't taking her seriously. Some are mad at her for 'taking' their people. Not all of them. Some of them are starting to see the writing on the wall. Their respect for her is growing. She broke the glass ceiling just for it to be replaced by another. She will keep working at trying. She can't stop now. When she shows up for diplomatic meetings they still are looking for something to criticize her about. Maybe her clothes are a trend out of date, her accent is slightly off, she doesn't remember a custom. She keeps up. It's becoming harder to find something to hate about her with. She stays out of their buisness they stay out of hers.

Her country has 'territories' now. Hawai'i, Cuba, Philippines. She didn't really want them. She just wanted the Europeans out of the new world. She was done playing games with them. She was done sucking up all the time, she was in a position to demand them to leave. She went to war with Spain. One of the most feared nations in the new world. The one who burned it all to the ground. The one who had erased cultures and lives like the dust of a mantelpiece. ('Annoying and in the way) she won. But then instead of giving freedom her government took territories. Wasn't enough. The friends she made were now her colonies just with a more pleasant-sounding name.

She tries but nothing is being done.

Europe starts another war. She rolls her eyes and goes back to her stack of work. Europe I always at war. It was at war before she was around, has been at war before and will continue to be. She doesn't really have a side to pick. There are a lot of immigrants from all over so picking a side for yet another European conflict feels stupid.

Europe's war has been making her money. She has the biggest economy. People are being mowed down by machine guns. The telegram comes. The Germans were trying to start a new front in North America. A repeat of the Mexican-American war. Her country goes to war and she ships out with her soldiers to Europe.

The war is over and she hated every moment of it. She sent letters back to Mexico because she needed to talk to someone. They still don't get along all the time but she doesn't think she could ever fight a war against Mexico ever again.

Europe is being greedy again. They are creating a future problem with how they are handling this. Of course who would listen to her? Apparently not Europe who still thinks they are knowing wise for having a couple centuries of existence over her. She tries to help but there is only so much that they can do.

She allows herself a break. Finally, a chance to unwind. Of course, the government does something stupid. Banning alcohol is going to cause more problems than it fixes. She does participate in some underground activity because the government is stupid sometimes(a lot) and she just came back from trench war hell.

The economy crashes and the world seems to be going to hell. Her people are suffering and the news from Europe looks dark. Why are they ignoring it? She doesn't say anything. She has more problems than worrying about Europe.

War. Europe is at war again. She saw this coming. She wrote to England and France about it when she saw it. They disregard her again. Japan attacked and this war seems darker than before.

Hypocrites. All of them are hypocrites. Her government, England's, France's. All of them. She could list every time another government pulled some of this. It was in a different century, in a different time. It's what her brother said. She rolls her eyes but moves on, she has Russia to deal with now.

America will be less likely to admit this now, but she really only wanted to be left alone. Maybe not her government, but she wanted to be left alone. Going tor to toe with Russia was exhausting. She was paranoid and couldn't take any chances. If she failed no one would believe in her again. She worked hard for her spot in the world and she would be damned if that got taken away. Her officials don't like her new ideas, and don't like how she was siding either those who wanted to end the conflicts in the cold war. They saw that as weak. Just another womanly feature to belittle. She just rolls her eyes. She has power and the ability to speak back now.

Of course, every day is new paperwork, more issues, more help me here, stop helping me. Pay back money. She is trying. Trying. Trying. Trying.

She is the centre of it all and yet they still hold up their noses in their centuries-old bigotry of superiority. She's got this.

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She mellows out. She calms down because she can afford to. Not all the time, but she can. Slowly some of them forget just how powerful she is. That's fine. They can forget. She knows how powerful she is. She knows where she Excels. She won't lord over anyone, because why should she? She worked hard for where she is, and she broke all expectations and then some.

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Nyo!America at least in my eyes would be the perfect version of America. It was such a missed opportunity. Truly unfortunate that few others see it. Oh well, rather are missing out on a cool story.

#hetalia #nyotalia #aph america #aph nyo america #aph nyo!america #hws america #hws nyo!america #APH #HWS #historical hetalia #The missed oppertunities #Hetalia AU #This is now my cannon #you can take it from my cold dead body #the Hetalia woman were not given the right treatment #in this house we given them respect

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fakeuwus · 5 months

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here's my orange blood review that absolutely nobody asked for:

sweet venom: i liked the mannequin challenge lowkey LOL it was rlly cool but what i didn't like was how only one set was used and the SAME mannequin sequence was reused, just replacing members. it seems that belift rushed this filming bc it isn't nowhere near the effort they've put into their other mvs. also, HYBE WHY ARE U ALLERGIC TO BRIDGES??? WHY IS SWEET VENOM LESS THAN 2 AND A HALF MINUTES?? like just imagine a bridge where it slows down a little and picks back up with a lil dance break... (i should be a producer me thinks) moving on to the positives, their vocals sound so good!! jay opening the song did it for me and tbh i rlly do like it. it contrasts bite me which was their goal and the "sweet hee hee" is going to catch on fast. plus, i'm one for upbeat, fun songs and im really happy that jay got to contribute to the writing!! i just wish it was longer /: plus u can see the michael jackson influence in this cb which i can appreciate

mortal: i love her so much. there's like A LOT of monolouging but the melody is really pretty and their vocals sound amazing. it makes me feel like im frolicking in a field fr. i love jake's closing lines bc it rlly sets up the storyline of the album.

still monster: don't come for me i know she's already a fan favorite but i'll have to listen to it a few more times. ITS GOOD THOUGH. jungwon's voice in the pre-chorus LIKE CMON. i think it matches the vibe of sweet venom, just a slower ver of it if ykwim. i think the performance will solidify everything for me and reporters said the choreo was rlly good.

blind: ONE OF MY FAVS. jay's vocals omg he is really showing off his singing this comeback. i cant explain why i love it so much BUT JUST KNOW SHE IS IT!! FOR ME. ((the "wait a minute" part HITS)) ((so does the bridge))

orange flower (you complete me): ive already said this before BUT I JUST KNEW IT WAS GOING TO BE MY FAV. (it has the same writer from bills, one of my fav enha songs) they really tricked us playing the slower version for the trailer TT (hybe pls release that ver as well i NEED her) the song makes me feel really happy and the lyrics are so<33 this is definitely a song for the fans with lyrics like "color my world... you complete me" again gotta highlight jay's vocals bc i love vocalist jay!!

sweet venom (eng ver.): same notes as written before but it sounds good in english!! not awkward at all and i can see myself listening to both versions.

overall, the members emphasized the storyline they were trying to create and that it was a continuation from bite me. i think with watching the trailers and knowing both storylines it makes you appreciate the message they were trying to send. the songs fit well together as a mini album and i can see why the members love this comeback so much. i just wish belift/hybe took a little more time crafting the title track and put more effort into the mv but what can we expect from that company... im extremely proud of the boys bc theyve been working nonstop for so long and it makes me happy that they also love the songs bc i want them to release music theyre proud of.

anyways tysm if u read this all, pls send me what u guys think as well and let's talk ab it!!! 🫶🏼

#nic thinks ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆#enhypen #sweet venom #orange blood #Spotify

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leaderoffestivals · 7 months

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Poltergeist Chapter 6

Arashi: I had such high expectations for this, the feeling of being violently let down is just as great, too! In fact, I feel like I’m about to collapse from the shock!

Scenario Writer: Akira Season: Winter Characters: Mikejima Madara, Sakasaki Natsume, Aoba Tsumugi, Narukami Arashi

Arashi: Oh my God, I can’t take this anymore!

Where are those so-called “bonds that unite us”! Where’s the supposed “humanism”!? What happened to the carefree scenes of frolicking in the flower fields I’ve been looking forward to?!

There’s no way a place like this will ever be a stage for such heart-warming family-friendly drama—This is a chaotic nest of unruly, ill brought-up brats!

Madara: There, there. Try to calm down a little, Arashi-san ♪

Natsume: FufU~. That’s riGHT. We are all supposed to be childcare workers who love and cherish the children nOW.

There aren’t any cameras here because this is a dressing room after aLL, but at the very leaST, outside this roOM, let’s stay true to our roles and play the parts of kind-hearted nursery school teachers with a smile without faIL.

Tsumugi: He’s absolutely right~. It’s not that big of a deal at all. We only happened to be drenched in paint by children we just met—

Arashi: Grrr! Exactly! All of us were eagerly heading to the Music Hall where the children were supposed to be waiting, when all of a sudden, a massive downpour of paint came raining down on us from abooooove!

It’s the absolute worst! I thought that’s the kind of thing you only see in horror movies!

Seriously! Look! All my brand new clothes have been ruined, thanks to them! Thankfully, the staff were kind enough to provide spare uniforms for us, though!

I had such high expectations for this, the feeling of being violently let down is just as great, too! In fact, I feel like I’m about to collapse from the shock!

Madara: Hahaha! It’s clear as day that the kids in this Dancing Cranes Home do not welcome us here at aaall.

Tsumugi: Ahaha… That’s right. We were told the children would be welcoming us with song and dance, but what we really got was a storm of paint, insults and jeers.

Madara: Hmmm. The words those children threw at us were pretty heartless too, weren’t they? Like—“Get the hell out of here!”, “Get lost!”, “Just die!”—and so on.

Arashi: But—why!? Why do they hate us so much!? We’re only meeting each other for the first time, aren’t we?

Tsumugi: Um~… … Rather than saying that they hate us specifically, I think it’s safer to say those children happen to hate all adults in general.

Madara: What makes you think that?

Tsumugi: Well, there were other staff members present in the auditorium; however, all of them looked pretty exhausted.

Some of them were wearing bandages as if injured, while others had dark circles under their eyes.

Arashi: Y-yes, that’s true. When we arrived on-site before Mama and Anzu-chan did, I was thinking all the staff members we met seemed to be in low spirits.

Moreover, they were looking on at us with expressions of sympathy, weren’t they?

Madara: I see. I wonder if the staff members here—the adults—have been constantly under attack by the children, much like how we were this time?

Arashi: And that’s why they were giving us sympathetic looks, since we were about to encounter what they had suffered?

Natsume: FufU. This is starting to get interestiNG. It looks like this isn’t the heartwarming workplace we imagined it to bE.

Arashi: Hey~, can I bow out from this project? My spirit’s been crushed right from the start, I want to go home already!

Natsume: WeLL, Mikejima-senpai’s the main character in the spotlight this tiME, so if you decide not to stay oN, come what mAY, it’s not a big deal at aLL.

Madara: Hahaha! Isn’t deserting one’s post in the face of the enemy a violation of the samurai’s code?

Arashi: That doesn’t apply to me. I’m a Knight, not a samurai, after all.

Tsumugi: Now, now. The children of this facility aren’t the enemy in the first place, are they~?

I was thrown off guard by their unexpected actions too, but our original purpose here, which is to work as childcare workers, has not changed in the slightest.

In order to achieve that purpose, we will need to establish a rapport with those kids to the point where we can have a normal conversation with them. That’s a prerequisite for working here, even under normal circumstances.

Madara: Hahaha! Tsumugi-san is totally unshaken and sooo reliable, so unlike Arashi-san!

Natsume: That’s only because he has an emotional insensitivity disorder, isn’t it?

Tsumugi: There are situations where a disorder like that can come in handy too~ ♪

You know, the kids here may be considered an extreme case, but children in general aren’t the innocent and angelic beings that everyone believes them to be.

If you’re going to be put off by something like this, I’m afraid you would never cut it as a nursery school teacher.

Madara: Sigh... What a difficult future we have ahead of us… … What’s going to happen to us from this point on, I wonder?

—————-To be continued——————-

Chapter 5 / Chapter 7

Translator’s Notes:

This chapter hasn't been proofed, so if you spot any mistakes, please DM me.

#enstars tl #ensemble stars #mikejima madara #sakasaki natsume #aoba tsumugi #narukami arashi #MaM #poltergeist #New Color

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insomniactalks · 2 years

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I had already planned on making this post after watching 3.04, and even received a message about it (LOL, cuz us PWs share 1 collective brain cell😂), so here's a quick (long) Portwell analysis! Plenty of gifs ahead, so read under the cut.

A moment that caught me really off guard was the following:

I'm not surprised EJ suggested a song that would allow Gina to shine after Corbin said they have to film something. But Gina's reaction to EJ even saying the word "love" was so genuine and full of excitement and giddiness. In the 3rd gif, she's so elated at the possibility of EJ saying he loves her (someday) that she clenches her hands to contain herself. Then she tries not to get too ahead of herself and claims she "didn't hate" hearing him say it. It feels very similar to her 2.09 talking head when she admits things have "changed a little" between her and EJ. Obviously, things definitely change for them by the S2 finale. So this was just an interesting parallel to me... it also seems like more foreshadowing of Portwell falling in love/love confession someday. They are also playing background music in the moment above that I don’t believe we’ve ever heard before. I could be wrong, so if anyone knows for sure, let me know! But it sounds like new music to me. It sounds like a guitar instrumental, with a romantic and hopeful feel. It starts the moment Gina smiles in the 1st gif, then ends the moment she stops smiling in the 4th. The music kinda encapsulates how Gina feels at that exact moment.

Another moment that stood out to me was EJ and Gina at the beginning of “Love is an Open Door,” prior to the dream sequence when they're in-costume. EJ is clearly uncomfortable being thrown into the role of an actor again b/c he’s been so focused w/ being the director. He says he’s “a little rusty as an actor” before Gina nudges him w/ her shoulder and gives him encouraging words (”pretend it’s you and me frolicking across a field”). I think EJ does exactly what she says b/c the song eventually leads to a dream sequence, w/ EJ and Gina frolicking around the camp lmfaooo. I interpreted the part of the music video with EJ and Gina in-costume as Hans and Anna as EJ’s imagination, if he were to play that role in the musical.

The part I wanna talk about is the very beginning of “LIAOD,” before the dream sequence, where you can clearly tell EJ is incredibly nervous and sings rigidly at first (not gifed but just look it up hehe). He can’t even look up as he sings “I love crazy” and seems extra expressive when he sings “I was thinking the same thing” (also not gifed. Sorry.) BUT the moment he starts to act/sing more genuinely is during the following lines:

Living in his father’s shadow for all his life, this line really relates to EJ’s experience b/c he’s been trying to live up to Cash’s expectations of him (perfect son, athlete, actor, etc) while also trying to “find his place” in the world. Gina nods along as EJ sings this bit b/c she understands (as both someone who has also been searching for her own place/home, but also as someone who knows about EJ’s life, considering their 2.08 couch scene. He said his “entire life had been mapped out for him” (2.08) and Gina shook her head at the time b/c she couldn’t relate. But in the gif above, she nods her head in agreement b/c she gets him now, even if her experience differs.)

The first time Portwell make eye contact (meaningfully!) during the song is this moment:

Gina looks over at EJ while she sings “with you” and he does the same. He sings “I found my place” while looking at her b/c Gina helped him on this journey of self-discovery. Her words to him in the 2.08 couch convo gave him the strength to stand up to his dad about the whole Duke situation. Gina sings “I see your face” with another nudge in the shoulder (totes paralleling the shoulder nudge in 2.10!) b/c she really does see EJ for who he truly is. She even said it in 2.08 ("I see someone who tries really hard to do the right thing. He fails a lot. But he keeps on trying.") When they sing these lines, they’re not portraying Anna and Hans. They are just Gina and EJ, 100% themselves.

Right before the dream sequence part of the song, we get this moment:

Gina turns to EJ and offers him her hands. With more confidence than before, EJ happily takes them and Gina gives a reassuring squeeze. She’s silently telling him “we got this!” thru her body language b/c from this point on, they have one another’s full, undivided attention. They’re not just performing for Corbin and his documentary crew, EJ and Gina are singing to each other from this point on. (I also just love the fact that Gina’s wearing a cute red dress and a heart locket. AND THEY’RE SINGING A LOVE SONG.)

One last thing that I love about “LIAOD” are these scenes:

EJ pushes Gina on the swing. Gina pushes EJ on the swing. EJ spin dips Gina. Gina spin dips EJ. Sure, he can be the macho leading man/hero, and she could be the damsel in distress, but that's not who they really are all the time. They are very much so reversing typical gender constructs in the most subtle of ways! And I absolutely love it! I just love how often Portwell are shown to be a team, and they've always got each other's backs. If she falls, he'll catch her. If he falls, she'll catch him. It's an equal partnership through and through. (It also takes a lot of trust to fall into someone's arms like that, and they both clearly trust the other to catch them!) AND just thought of this, but having Gina be the one to spin dip EJ further highlights her role as Anna as the heroine of the story. There's certainly no toxic masculinity on EJ's part because he's more than happy to have his girlfriend catch/spin dip him on national television, especially if it means highlighting what a star she is. AGHHHHH I LOVE THEM.

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Instead of trudging toward her as she expected him to do, he remains. Still as a statue, he stays seated in that chair as she crawls away from him and toward the safety of the corner opposite him.

He says nothing, and for a time, only the roar and crackle of the fire is heard between them. Somehow, that is even more unsettling than horror tale she's ever read.

He just stares scathingly at her, his fingers interlocking as he rests each elbow atop each knee.

The silence becomes deafening, and her heart hammers in her chest when he remains quietly, uncharacteristically still.

When the fattest log in the fireplace snaps in two under the scorching heat, that's when he finally breaks the quiet.

Instead of the red-hot rage she was expecting, his tone is calm and controlled.

"I have your book, whore. If it is my desire to burn it, I will do so. You will not let me do anything. I make the decisions around here. Not you." He leans forward in his seat. "You are here because of the choice I made to make you mine. You are clothed in the fabrics and styles you are because that is what I want on your body. You are fed every night with the game I bring home to you. You spend your days frolicking in the library, the fields, the schoolhouse because I go to the forest and kill anything that threatens the peace you enjoy because I make it so." He taps the heel of his foot against the floor. "Do not tell me what I will do, whore. I thought you knew your place, but clearly, I was wrong."

She knew he was right. She nods her head, agreeing with him timidly, but, he doesn't acknowledge it. The calm demeanor of his shouldn't worry her.. but fuck- it does. It tells her that he's made his decision. He knows what her consequences will be. And he's dead set on making her pay for her wrongs today. That she thinks she could tell him what to do shows him just how lenient he's been with her. He wouldn't let it happen anymore. She wanted ro rebel. Now, she'd have to deal with the fucking consequences. "I won't tell you again, omega.." he says calmly, and somehow, that scares her more. He closes his eyes, taking in a deep breath before letting out a spine chilling snarl. "Get the fuck over here. Now."

He doesn't need to use the Bidding on her. The command chills her to the bone, and despite being right next to the fire, she's never felt colder. Her skin pebbles at his words, and though her body aches, her muscles do not hesitate to move as she uses her elbows to guide her forth. It hurts when she makes the mistake of letting her forearms graze the carpet, the rug searing her flesh painfully as she does.

Her legs are a fucking lost cause. Her ass is still bright red, yellow, and purple with all the handprints he'd left there from striking her so much. When he'd stolen her climax from her earlier, she'd thought that would be as much as she could take. Riding him back to their den had not made that any better. When he'd edged her again with his knee, that had been all her poor posterior could take.

Her arms are fucked, too. Her wrists have been rubbed raw from his own digits. and her shoulders are dotted with punctures from his teeth that sting whenever she moves them.

Still, she clambers forth as she drags herself toward him, his calculating irises dipping every so often to her breasts when her sensitive nipples snick against the carpet to leave her grimacing.

"Keep going, omega," he prods, "show me you can be obedient. Show me you do not want me to leave your side, you needy, greedy creature."

#alpha jungkook asks

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IT’S WHIMSICAL.

... it’s filled with spider webs and jack-o-lanterns. The entrance of Myre Grove is dark and cold. Water drips from every inch of the cavern as you walk through to get to the land of the Faeries. At first, it appears innocent enough. Different facial expressions have been carved out of the pumpkins, some sad, some happy, others completely terrified. It’s what’s expected from Halloween.

As you step out of the cave, you notice something very unexpected, however. Those that have dared to travel into the depths of Myre Grove can tell that this is not of the norm. Three doors are settled amongst the thick trees, blocking the way. Three paths to choose from.

IT’S MAGICAL.

The first door, to the left, appears to be an exact replica of a tomb stone. Above the door, there’s a neon number: 35. Etched into the center of it reads: Here lies the past, the present, and the future. A magical experience. Answers to long awaited questions, mysteries that can finally be solved. Last long enough, and you might obtain the answers you seek...

IT’S MYSTICAL.

The middle door is a stain glass window, dark red and blue colors shone bright towards the crowd. Above the door, there’s a neon number. 30. If you look close enough, one might see the many cracks that has been used to relay a message. We are mystical. We are seen, yet unseen. All we want is company. Will you come indulge us, if only for one night?

IT’S MADNESS.

The last door, to the right, has brightly colored green leaves, growing on vines, wrapping around the frame. It’s welcoming, compared to the other two doors. Above the door, there’s a neon number: 40. Enjoy frolicking through fields of green and skies of blue. Reads a sign connected to the door. For, a night of madness could also mean a night of fun.

WHICH WILL YOU CHOOSE?

Once you enter any of the encounters, each number on the top of the doors will begin a countdown. The numbers represent how many minutes you will be in that encounter. There is nothing one can do to add on time, however, time feels as if it goes much slower if you are not participating in the encounter.

ADMIN NOTE: This is Part 2/3 of our lovely Halloween event! As it reads above, once your characters enter the Myre Grove, they are given a choice of 3 different paths. They can try to decipher what is behind each door by reading the messages, or they can just go in without bothering. The messages are just that, messages. They do not need to remember them or do anything with them once they enter through the doors.

Here are what is behind each door:

DOOR ONE: This one will lead your characters to a large graveyard. The graveyard appears old, and there is a large tomb that one could go into, and underground, if they desire to explore. The graveyard is blocked off by silveriron fences/gates. Several things can happen, or that your characters can encounter, while being in this area:

Bodies crawling out of graves.

Heavy mist.

Voices that come from any/every area.

Screams.

Undead, rotting, people that try to get them to come into the graves/tombs with them.

DOOR TWO: If your character enters this door, they will be brought to an actual haunted house. It will be very old, tattered and worn down furniture, wallpaper, baseboards, etc. It is two stories with a grand staircase. Several things that can happen are:

Ghosts. Plenty of them. Some good, happy, joyful. Some mean and downright nasty who want to make your character’s lives miserable while they are there.

Sinister music/songs/singing.

Flashing lights/electrical problems.

Doors opening, closing, and locking on their own.

Cold areas of the house.

Ectoplasm dripping from the walls, cracks, doors, etc.

DOOR THREE: Past this door, there is a field of flowers, and just past that, there is a cornfield. The flowers are the most beautiful you’ve ever seen and the corn is fresh. The sky is bright and there is absolutely no darkness to this encounter. The field is endless. Several things that can happen are:

The flowers give off a scent that creates a euphoric feeling. At least, at first. After a few minutes, your mind will instantly feel impending doom and dread.

In the cornfield, there are several scarecrows. They move, with or without the wind.

Noises such as chainsaws and large crop mowers can be heard, and if one is hallucinating enough, seen vividly.

As time moves forward, the crops in the cornfield grow taller and thicker. This can cause characters to lose more sense of direction (especially if they are already hallucinating), and potentially getting lost.

You can choose what your character sees/does during each encounter. The doors that lead to each area are locked until the timer hits 0 above each of them.

If you guys have any questions, please let one of the Admin Team know! This event is NOT mandatory. It’s just something fun to do! And yes, your characters can dress up in anything they want!

#calamity.event #currentevent #event: nightmare on myre grove

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soul-kiitchen · 1 month

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i hate when other women talk about how annoying men are for not knowing their friends birthdays or having a hard time getting close to people or opening up about their emotions and they act like all those things and having close personal relationships are a quintessential and common aspect of femininity that every woman experiences and it makes me sad and feel like i'm not enough of a woman because i do feel like i relate more strongly to the experiences and social ties of men.

Like I dont have any close friends, i go months without speaking to them at a time, I dont feel comfortable cuddling with or sharing my deep emotions to them, I don't know ANY of their birthdays just the month theyre born in. A lot of it has to do with me being autistic and being socialized by solely men since my mother and sister were away a lot and also having really bad brain damage that causes memory loss.

But idk i just feel like theres this modern concept that in order to really be a feminist you need to be going out of your way to be friends with and relate to and uplift other women, but what about us women who don't fit in with standard femininity? Everybody acts like the only right way to have friends is to be frolicking butt naked in a field with them and if you don't have people in your life that support you and spend time with you you're somehow some freak who clearly is just a bad person that needs to work on connecting to people.

I dont know, i just feel like I love women so much and I feel so empowered by femininity but I fall short of the societal norms that are expected of me as a woman so i just get shunned from most female circles. I also feel like thats truly why I've been friends with more trans and nonbinary women/femmes than cis ppl bc i relate so much more to their experiences than those of a cisgender woman

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cinebration · 2 years

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Chasing After a Woman (Alfie Solomons x Reader) [Request]

Hey 👋 If you like the idea, could you maybe write something about Alfie Solomons? Where his dog kinda plays matchmaker by always sneaking off somewhere and when Alfie follows him one day, he finds out that his dog is getting treats from a lovely lady or maybe she has a dog too and the dogs are friends. Thank you! 😊—Requested by anon

Warnings: none

Gif Source: thesoldiersminute

Cyril padded into the room with the upbeat trot of a pleased pooch.

Alfie immediately suspected foul play. “What’s got into you, eh? What shit have you been sniffing?”

The dog plopped happily at his feet. He didn’t bother rolling over and presenting his belly as he usually did. Alfie stared down at Cyril incredulously.

“Hey,” he groused, nudging the dog with his foot. “Where’ve you been, you lousy mongrel?”

The dog didn’t flinch, merely rested his large head on his crossed paws and let his eyes close.

Alfie leaned back in his seat, perplexed by the dog’s unusual behavior. He had noticed the dog disappearing from time to time and had assumed the boy had found himself a lady love. But Cyril had the habit of asking for scratches after being with a lady pooch. This behavior, returning home as though sated elsewhere, was absolutely uncharacteristic.

The next time Cyril slinked out of the house, Alfie followed him. He kept his distance and stayed downwind of the dog.

Cyril trotted out of Camden Town and crossed into greener territory. Alfie kept one eye on the dog and another on his surroundings as he crossed the border of his territory into the enemy’s.

The dog wound through the busy streets, nimbly avoiding cars and rough passersby, and turned into the park. Disconcerted, Alfie closed the gap between them, shouldering his way through the busy crowds lining the streets.

The park was less crowded and much greener than Alfie expected for the season. Then again, when was the last time he had bothered to go out into nature? He couldn’t recall, not off the top of his head. Hell, Tommy Shelby probably enjoyed nature more than he did. The bastard was part Traveler in any case, meaning he was drawn to wide open spaces. It seemed that way with the field that surrounded the man’s house.

Shaking that line of thought away, Alfie drew to a stop as Cyril did. He stared in disbelief as Cyril trotted up to you. You had a German Shepherd at your feet. The dog sprang up as Cyril drew near and pulled experimentally on the leash you had clipped to his collar. You freed the clip and let the dog romp with Cyril. The two dogs streaked off across the grass, barking joyously.

“So that’s where he’s been off to,” Alfie said, stopping in front of you.

You tipped your head back to look at him. “Is he yours, then?”

“I certainly thought so, but with the way he’s been fuckin’ off lately, I was starting to wonder.”

You smiled. Alfie wasn’t expecting the expression to arrest him, but arrest him it did. “He is a well-behaved dog. That speaks a lot about his owner.”

“Does it now, love?”

“Certainly.”

“And what do you think it speaks about me?”

“That you like control and good behavior.”

Alfie arched an eyebrow. “Good behavior, eh?”

A faint smile touched your lips, but as a lady, you didn’t let it proceed into a full-fledged smirk. Your attention drifted back to the dogs, your gaze tracking their frolicking.

Alfie eased himself down onto the bench beside you. He wanted to keep staring at your face, to take in your profile, but he knew better. You felt elusive, as though the wrong move would send you scurrying away like a startled deer.

“What’s his name?”

The way you spoke made Alfie tingle. “Cyril.”

“Hmm, a good name. ‘Lord,’ I believe it means.”

“Yeah? I didn’t know that.” He most certainly did. “And yours?”

“I call her Regina.” You glanced aside at him. “It means ‘queen.’”

“King and queen, eh? That’s a spectacular coincidence.” He chewed on the inside of his lip. “I don’t much believe in coincidences. There’s more at work than we can see in the way this world moves.”

“If it isn’t a coincidence, what’s it mean?”

Alfie looked at you fully, keeping quiet until you turned to meet his gaze. “I wasn’t asking for your dog’s name.”

The faint smile on your lips toyed with widening. “You haven’t given me yours.”

“Alfie.”

You paused, thinking. “Short for Alfred, meaning ‘elf counsel.’”

He definitely had not known that. “What do you think of that, love?”

“I think,” you answered slowly, “it means you’re fae in the old sense.”

“And what’s that, then?”

“Associating with you is tantamount to making a deal with the devil. Well, of a sort.” You cocked your head, thinking again. “It’s more like you’re fickle. Dangerous.”

A chill slinked down Alfie’s spine, curling sensually in his guts. “You’re bold, making judgments like that about a man you don’t know.”

You pressed your fingers to your lips and whistled hard, drawing the attention of Regina. The German shepherd raced back to your side, faster than Alfie would have expected. She immediately sat at your feet, head held high, regal.

You clipped the leash back onto her collar and stood. Alfie stood with you, his gaze boring into yours, demanding some kind of response.

“Who says I don’t know you?” you asked, one eyebrow arched.

Before Alfie could respond, you strode away, the dog close at your side. Cyril bounded after you for a moment before Alfie called him back to his side.

“Don’t go chasing after a woman,” he admonished.

Cyril knew better than to think Alfie was addressing him.

#Alfie Solomons x Reader #Alfie Solomons #Alfie Solomons imagine #Tom Hardy x Reader #Tom Hardy #Tom Hardy imagine #Peaky Blinders #requests

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twiceasfrustrating · 3 years

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Out in the Countryside

Rating: Teen and Up

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: F/M

Fandom: Shall We Date?: Obey Me!

Relationship: Lucifer/Main Character (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Lucifer (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader, Main Character/Mammon (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Mammon (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader, Leviathan/Main Character (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Leviathan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader, Main Character/Satan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Satan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader, Asmodeus/Main Character (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Asmodeus (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader, Beelzebub/Main Character (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Beelzebub (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader, Belphegor/Main Character (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Belphegor (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)/Reader

Characters: Lucifer (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Mammon (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Leviathan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Satan (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Asmodeus (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Beelzebub (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Belphegor (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!), Main Character (Shall We Date?: Obey Me!)

Additional Tags: Poly!MC, Picnic, fluff, hand-holding, implied drinking, Beel carries you, kissing these idiots being dumb but lovable

Summary: Sometimes you just wanted to have a nice day out with all of your boyfriends. You had the brilliant idea to go out for a picnic and enjoy some time away from the usual busy life you all lived. The brothers decided to indulge your wish, so into the equivalent of the Devildom countryside you go.

There was a lot of walking involved with picnics. You had never realized before how much walking really went into getting away from civilization. Not even a city, just some form of civilization. Then again, you had never seen the countryside in the Devildom before, so it wasn't fair to expect yourself to know that information beforehand. Well, maybe you should have, considering the human realm wasn't that different.

You had been left in charge of carrying the blanket, even after insisting you could carry something else. The brothers refused to let you, sitting that the baskets (yes, multiple) were heavy because they had to bring enough for eight people (one of which was Beel and his bottomless stomach) and one was full of dishes. They were objectively stronger than you, so there was no reason to have you exercise your limited human strength. The only brother not in charge of carrying a basket was Belphegor, who they worried would fall asleep on the spot if he had to use too much energy. Even Beel was allowed a basket of food in addition to the one for dishes (granted, it was one that had specifically been made so that he could eat it while walking because you all knew that was going to happen, but still).

The choice not to burden Belphie quickly proved to be a smart one, because he was soon yawning as he walked and you worried he would start literally sleeping walking.

You held the blanket against you in much the same way he did his pillow and went up to him, "Are you going to be okay?"

"Jus' tired..." His words slurred together, showing just how true that statement was.

"Yeah, this walk is pretty exhausting." At least one person agreed with you. Everyone else seemed to be doing just fine. It almost made you angry because that meant they had been right about you carrying extra weight and how it would have been taxing on you. Stupid correct logic, "Hey? After we all eat, would you like to take a nap?"

The look he gave you told you that was a definite yes, but he clearly missed your intentions.

"I meant, would you like to take a nap with me? Maybe I can let you use my lap as a pillow?" You knew how much he enjoyed doing that, and you did too.

His eyes turned to you and a little "Mhm" left him. He could never turn down a chance to take a nap with you.

Still, he looked tired enough that you worried about him, so you reached out your hand to hold his and make sure that he wouldn't wander away if he did start sleepwalking. He gladly entwined his fingers with your own as you both walked along.

You both stayed like that until Lucifer spoke up, "This is our destination."

Your attention shifted, looking out ahead of you rather than on making sure Belphie was still awake. All you could do was stare in awe. It is so powerful that you find yourself letting go of the youngest brother's hand and stepping forward to get a better look at what lies before you.

The Devildom countryside was nothing like what you expected. You weren't sure what it was you expected, but it wasn't flowers. Actual flowers! Not that you recognized whatever type of flora they were, but here they were. The scene of the meadow against the pale red sky was hauntingly beautiful and all you could think of was enacting the scene straight out of a movie where you frolicked in the field. You looked at the brothers with wide eyes, begging to be allowed to go enact your plan.

Lucifer nodded, "They're safe for humans." He held out his hand to take the blanket from you, which you gladly let him.

With a twinkle in your eyes, you ran away from them and toward the field of flowers, immediately feeling how the petals softly brushed against your exposed legs. Upon closer inspection, something about them reminded you of multicolored spider flowers dripping with morning dew and dandelions with exaggeratedly large puffs. As you danced through the meadow, the dandelion puffs broke free from their stems and floated off into the sky. You stared in wonder as they flew in the wind and were carried off somewhere far away. It was moments like these where it was the clearest that the human realm and the Devildom had many similarities you never had time to think about.

The brothers watched you from the place you had split off from them, seeing how you enjoyed your first exposure to wild Devildom flowers. Your blue sundress fluttered in the same wind that carried away the puffs, making you stand out against the brilliant sky behind you. Each of them found it hard to look away and help set up the picnic like they had planned. The contrast in color made you look like a painting.

Satan paused from helping lay down the blanket to watch the wonder unfold on your face. He looked over to his next youngest brother, "Asmo, you helped her pick the outfit for today, didn't you?"

"Only the parts you can see." But those parts were still divine, "She insisted the rest of it be a surprise."

"You did well." He added before going back to helping spread the blanket.

Everyone else nodded in agreement. It was a simple outfit, but it gave them all terrible ideas about what to do with you. How else was a demon supposed to react to seeing such an innocent-looking human other than wanting to corrupt them?

"Can someone set out the food?" Beel wanted to do it himself, but he knew he was likely to eat it before anyone else could enjoy it.

Belphegor looked at him in sympathy, feeling how hungry his twin was in his own stomach, "We need to finish setting up first." He wanted to sleep though. The walk over had been exhausting and it was hitting him the hardest, "You should go check on her." He suggested, since keeping Beel away from the food was the smartest option.

"Huh? Why does he get to be the one to check on her?" Mammon burst into the conversation, "I mean- Ya should leave that kinda stuff to yer big brother. No reason ya gotta go out of yer way."

"Lmao. You're dating her and you still act like a tsun." The third-born couldn't help but laugh at how much of a trope his brother was.

He placed his hands on his hips, "Shad'up. No one understands that otaku talk of yers anyway."

"Then why are you so offended?" Levi mocked, not missing the fact that his brother clearly understood the jab well enough to know it was insulting.

"Enough." Lucifer ended the conversation before their bickering could draw your attention, "Unless one of you wants to play guard between Beel and the food, I think letting him go is the best option."

They looked at each other, knowing neither of them wanted that particular responsibility. Levi turned back to his job dejectedly while Mammon grumbled a "whatever" under his breath.

Belphie gave Beel a sly smile, knowing exactly what he had done. The redhead gave him a grateful nod before looking out to where you were now sitting among the flowers and walking toward you. He found you stroking the petals of the flowers, trying to understand how they felt soft to the touch even though they grew in a harsh environment. He sat beside you, drawing your attention to him instead.

"Oh, Beel." You pulled away from the petals and leaned against his towering frame, "Am I taking too long?"

"No." His gaze drifted down to you, seeing how peaceful your face was looking out across the field, "They're almost done getting everything ready."

You balk at his words, "Done? I didn't even help."

"Well, you looked like you were having fun. None of us wanted to bother you."

"But I should still help." You felt bad that you had left them to do all the work when you were the one that suggested a picnic in the first place.

"No one minds." They loved watching you enjoy yourself so freely. It had quickly become something akin to a hobby to them.

"I mind." It made you feel lazy to not help them set everything up. This was a relationship, so you should contribute to it as much as they did.

He didn't really know how to comment on that without undermining your feelings. It was clear you were upset about being allowed to walk away without contributing anything. You probably shouldn't have assumed they would wait for you to come back to set up, this was their date too, after all.

He couldn't think of anything to say to you, especially with your face as sour as it was. Instead of trying to use words, he reached out for a flower and plucked it from the ground. With a smile in his eyes, he placed it behind your ear.

"Watching you is nice." He gently stroked your cheek with the back of his fingers as he lowered his hand again, "Seeing you happy is the best part of a date."

The heat that rose in your body and up your face felt like it would cook you alive. You buried yourself into his shirt to hide the giddy, embarrassed smile that you were now wearing, "You can't just say stuff like that."

"Why not? Did I say something wrong?" The worry in his voice was saddening.

"Never." You shake your head and sit up ever so slightly so you can place a peck against his cheek, "Do you think they're done?"

His hand moved to his stomach, realizing for the first time since he joined you just how hungry he really was, "I hope so."

"Well then," you raise to standing and brush the dirt and pollen from your dress, "Shall we go back now?"

Nodding once again, he shifts in his spot so he can stand up. However, as he gets to his knees, he stops and looks up at you. His arms open wide And you know exactly what he's thinking about. With a shy smirk, you fall into his arms, sitting awkwardly on his bicep and trying to balance yourself.

Beel places his other hand against your knees to keep you steady as he stands up and lifts you straight into the sky. You giggle widely as you raise higher and higher, seeing how more of the area unfolds before you with height. Now you can see how the sea of colors you were just sitting in weaves together and how far it seems to stretch out.

Your eyes widen in awe, "It's amazing..." You can't really explain how beautiful the meadow is. It's not like the ones in the human realm that look delicate and fair. No. This one looks dangerous, those dew stricken petals reaching out to link each flower to its neighbor.

"You like it?"

"I love it." You couldn't imagine seeing this in the human realm. The flowers were just too unique.

"Whaddya think yer doing over there?"

You both turn to look toward Mammon, who is yelling at you from where the picnic has been fully set up. Clearly, he isn't a fan of being left out from a single intimate moment.

"I think that's our cue." You tell him, looking down but holding on tightly.

"Uhn." He turns on his heels, carefully keeping you perched on his arm and listening to you laugh at the unusual way to travel.

As you near everyone else, you both get a few looks of confusion, some of jealousy, and one from Belphie that lets you know that whatever just happened was all according to his plans. Of course, it was. The youngest brother couldn't go a day without planning something. At least it wasn't nefarious this time.

"I'm glad you both decided to join us." Lucifer said, glance drifting from Beel you, "Do you need help getting down?"

You debate for a moment of you can get down by yourself. You figure Beel would set you down if you asked, but that's not as fun as having to make Lucifer reach up to you for once, "Please?"

Stepping forward, the eldest brother places his hands against your waist and slowly lifts you back to the ground. As your feet touch the dirt below, he notices the flower in your hair, placing a gloved hand under your chin and lifting your head so he can get a better look at it.

"Yes?" You ask, wondering what he could be thinking about.

"Nothing." He bends down at the waist and presses his lips against yours, his tongue quickly assaulting your own and making your head swim before pulling away, "You look beautiful."

The haze is short-lived as he pulls away and you can only admonish him, "Lucifer! This is a group date. None of that." Quick kisses and pecks were one thing, but trying to rile you up was off-limits.

The grin that crosses his face is fully aware of what he did, but uncaring because he got what he wanted, "Of course." Even if you complained, the goal was that he wouldn't be outdone by his younger brother in your eyes. Of course, some of the others saw through him, but the only opinion that mattered on the issue was yours.

Asmo took the opportunity to skip up to you from behind and wrap his arm around your own, "Sit next to me, Darling~" He tugged at you gently to try and lead you to a spot on the blanket.

Of course, he was the first one to actually ask you to sit with them. He had no compunctions over trying to get you to pick him first and foremost. He would respect your boundaries, but he still wanted you as much as everyone else.

"Gladly." You let him guide you to the blanket and sat down where he indicated. That still left your other side open though. You pay the spot next to you and looked up, "Levi? Will you join me?"

His orange eyes sparkled so much that it almost looked like he was going to cry. Why would you ever choose a disgusting otaku like him? That was probably what he was thinking. That was also exactly why you had to explicitly choose him. You loved him as much as the rest of his brothers, but he didn't seem to believe you. Every now and again, he needed a reminder that you had chosen him just as much as anyone else.

He gladly sat on your other side and the rest of the brothers fell into different places around the small banquet. Beel looked uncomfortable as he was forced to only look at the food in front of him. Belphie, ever the good brother, passed him an entire basket of food and told him to start with that while everyone else took the chance to grab from the pile in the middle. That basket lasted about as long as it took everyone to make their first plate.

"We brought wine if you would like." Satan held up the deep red, unopened bottle for you to see.

You looked at him skeptically, "Didn't we learn that I can't handle that stuff already?" That was kind of how this entire mess started in the first place. Not that you regretted it in the long run, even if it was a nightmare to deal with at the time.

He shook his head, "This is from the human realm. At least, I assume you have some tolerance for it." Although, none of the brothers would mind another incident like the one from that night. In retrospect, some of them found the memory endearing and were mildly curious how much further it could go now that you weren't confused about your feelings anymore.

But... this wine wouldn't do that to you, "Please pour a glass." It really was the ideal of a picnic date. Not that anything about this date was traditional, but it was definitely your ideal. There was nothing better than just getting to spend a day with your boyfriends and enjoying each of them. They really did find ways to spoil you and make you so very happy that this was your life now.

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