#and by that i mean 'story starts with dink being mean to time' and 'story ends with dink being mean to time (but now it's affectionate)

[lazuliquetzal]

I keep on telling people you're the only one who knows how to plot. Can you teach all of us how to plot, please? I love you.

I AM SUMMONED? PLOT BRAIN SUMMONED?

I love plotting. It's my favorite part of the writing process. Plot is "things that happen" and the best part of writing is imagining things that happen. I'm going to assume that whoever may be reading this knows how to imagine The Happenings, so I'm gonna be talking more about structure, but in like, a kinda abstract sense.

A good plot is a little bit more than a string of events. Plot is like music: there's variation in rhythm and sound and melody, but ultimately there's cohesion, because it's all one song. You can have a bunch of wild things happening, but no matter how strange, there should be something that links them all together, because you're telling one story.

Plot structures are patterns in stories. I'm pretty sure most of them were developed as analysis tools (as in, story already exists > look! it follows this pattern) rather than as writing tools, but people use them as writing tools because it's a neat little way to organize the chaos that is "shit happens." Stories follow patterns for the same reasons music follows patterns: we enjoy the certainty of hitting certain beats. But we also like being surprised. A good pop song doesn't sound like a random collection of sounds, but it also doesn't sound like the middle slider of other songs.

There is this shared concept in both music and writing: the idea of tension and release. Basically, you're playing with reader expectation: there's an imbalance in the experience (tension), and we want to see that imbalance resolved (release). All the common plot structures deal with this basic pattern:

You set an expectation

There are complications to the expectation

You meet the expectation

And this rhythm is happening on multiple levels in writing. Scenes follow this structure (we're gonna get past that door, we're gonna find the murder weapon, we're gonna collaborate and come up with a plan) and all those scenes feed into the overarching expectation (we're gonna solve this murder!). I usually think of chapters as their own mini-story, part of the larger whole. And I think of scenes as their own mini-story, part of the larger chapter. I have engineer brain. I see the gears spinning in the clock. That's why all my chapters have at least One Important Thing happening, because that's that particular chapter's Step #3.

And One Last Important Thing:

In music, a delayed resolution is almost always more interesting than the standard resolution. In writing, that means you wanna drag out Step #2 for as long as you can. That's where the bulk of the story is happening, that's how you build tension, that's how you get people to turn the page.

So when you write a fake dating fic, those bitches better not get together until the very end. I came here for fake dating, not for real dating, damn it. If you resolve that expectation early on, you better replace it with a different expectation that's just as engaging.

But also don't drag it out for too long. Sorry. The hard part of writing is learning the difference between too short and too long. Writing is unfortunately a nuanced skill which is why my advice is like "do this but not too much teehee." But tension and resolution is just rhythm, you can build a sense for it if you engage with enough stories.

#asks #yellowocaballero #writing #writing advice #THANKS FOR ASKING ME THIS MEG I LOVE PLOT I WILL TALK ABOUT HER ALL DAY AND I LOVE YOU TOO #i haven't read a fake dating fic in a long time i just brought it up because it was the first Trope Thing that came to mind #i didn't go into different plot structures because i was trying to boil them all down into the very basic building block of question-answer #but if anyone's curious i usually favor a circular plot structure #the ending reflects the beginning. the song loops: the same beats but with new perspective. cycles. #and by that i mean 'story starts with dink being mean to time' and 'story ends with dink being mean to time (but now it's affectionate) #lazuli talks

[hearteyes-for-killmonger]

Hey👋🏽 could you possible write a story about psycho Erik with some smut plz!😁

You didn't specify how crazy

"What's your name," you ask, approaching him with a bag of McDonald's and a large drink.

By the Road

When you first see black Hercules outside on the median between two-way traffic, he's sitting out in a lawn chair shirtless, sweaty, scarred, and shoe-less. His feet are covered in dust. His 4C locs are free-formed and of various sizes, some barely hanging on. Even still, those ABS! Those ARMS! That FACE! You can fix him. Even if you can't, you just need one hour alone.

"I can't tell you that. I'm being watched and if I give you that information, I could lose my job. I work in the FBI."

His body is glistening. Your eyes widen.

"You're undercover?"

You almost feel a need to pour the drink over your head. His hair is crawling down his forehead, his beard uneven with naps and gaps. Even still!

"The reptilians have infiltrated our government. They're taking away our rights and bringing a war and they want us all dead! We have to rebel! BREAK FROM THE SYSTEM!"

"Oh," you smile, slightly afraid for your life. "Okay! Well.. Do they.. Can you go places with women? Maybe in the AC?"

He looks skeptical, but follows you when you link your arm in his and guide him to your car. He smells like 10 years of bounce that ass but you have a once worn shirt for him in the backseat and you were gonna have your car detailed anyway.

"So, tell me about yourself," you glance at him as you pull across the street to the rinky-dink Subway.

"Telling you is a liability! They can be anyone. They shapeshift into any form."

He sounds like an action hero.

"I won't tell. We could reproduce and start an army of our own," you smile. He looks at you like he's considering it. You're considering some unhinged behavior considering he's literally not sane.

"We have to eat to maintain our strength for this mission," you wave for him to follow you into the rinky-dink Subway. The floors are sticky. Last time you entered a Subway, you were still a kid.

He stands behind you, eyes darting suspiciously. You pull on his arm and hang onto him, ordering for the two of you. The smell isn't as bad when you're not hotboxed in your car.

"Now," he mutters.

You look up in question.

"They're all reptilians," he whispers. "We have to kill them. Now. We have to kill them." There's a knife in his pocket.

"Nonononono," you panic, holding onto him for new reasons. "You- What if- What if the reptilians knew you'd come and tried to trick you?"

"No. The eyes. Look at their eyes."

He charges the lady behind the register in a terrifying flash. Luckily, she's not hurt. They fight him off with a broom and a mop from across the counter.

"KILL THEM," he yells as if he's holding them back. The few customers in the Subway leave quickly while they have a chance.

He's ferocious and unhinged. He's knocked over the chip display. He punches the glass display, shattering it in one punch. You pull him arm as he has a shard to a man's neck. They don't get paid enough for this.

"It's two against three! They have powers and we're just human. We need to work on our army and we'll come back, I promise!"

"Army... THAT'S RIGHT. WE'RE BUILDING AN ARMY," he announces threateningly with a slap on your ass. "I'LL COME BACK AND WIPE YOU ALL OUT."

A 6'2 buff black man threatening a skinny gay black man and two black women. What have you gotten yourself into out of thirst? He turns to you suddenly.

"Let's ride."

Relieved, you turn to leave, but he looks confused.

"No! Ride this!"

His face is serious as his dirty basketball shorts fall to his ankles. It's huge but stale and cheesy. You're gonna get a yeast infection messing with him.

"Show them you mean business," he growls, eyes wild.

Fuck it. You've had a UTI once, you didn't die. You jump into his arms and let him curl you like a dumbbell. You can taste the tartar in his mouth, but all these things can be fixed. All he needs is a shower, some toothpaste, and medication.

Dick hits different when sanity ain't in the picture. He's got your clothes twisted and half pulled away. Your bra strap is somehow between your boobs. Your jeans are under your butt, panties up with a hand-ripped hole in the crotch.

He's got no regard for your cervix or the way your limbs bend naturally, he's pulling and bending you and pushing and you're running, Your back lands on the counter and slides as you back away from his length. He's slamming it. You slide back, your ass in the Lettuce, your hand in the tuna mush. The employees are appalled.

They keep asking: "Where are the damn police!!!"

You're saving their lives. He grips your hip as you're slipping into the olives. You yell, beating his hand feeling like he's truly trying to rearrange organs.

"DON'T SURRENDER," he yells. You call him He since you don't know his name.

"I'M NOT," you wince feeling his seed release.

"AUGGGGH!"

He cums loudly. It looks like mayonnaise but you're not in the mayonnaise. You need a Plan B. This shit went too far. He sticks his dick back in and keeps thrusting as you look helplessly in apology at the staff.

Seconds later the police enter and forcibly separate you. It takes four to subdue him and you feel like a traitor the way he yells for you to help him. Both of you are being escorted out.

"I'M GONNA EAT YOUR HEART YOU BITCH! YOU KILLED ME! YOU KILLED US ALL!"

You keep your head down as you're read your rights. You're booked and then you're alone without him. He's been checked into psychiatric care, but you have committed a class one misdemeanor that gets you a year in jail. Fortunately, you're reased in 90 days. Someone paid your bail.

When you process out, you're surprised to see a stranger waiting for you to enter their vehicle. Despite not knowing them, you do.

"Hey," you say casually from the passenger seat. "Sooo.."

"Shh. They're listening. We need to meet up with Erik and get out of the country. He's waiting for you in Mexico."

"I'm sorry, who?"

"The guardian of our world. You're carrying the next generation are you not?"

You blink, wondering why you got in the car. You're only a couple blocks away from the jail.

"Actually, can you let me out? I have to pee."

He unlocks the door and you run back to the jail, finding a guard on entry. You gulp, anxious to be back and now paranoid. You're done with bad decisions. You don't care how fine the nigga.

"Can you explain to me the process of getting a restraining order?"

"You'd have to visit the police station."

"Um... Okay. Do you mind if I use a phone to call a ride?"

"HEY," the guy from the car yells suddenly from outside. You tuck your head and plead with your eyes to the guard. He lets you sit there.

A month later, you're driving to your new job. You haven't had another incident and you haven't seen Erik, thankfully. You're also not pregnant which is even better. That UTI in jail was nasty.

You see a cute black guy on the side of the road panhandling. He has a cardboard sign that mentions needing money for medical care and walks toward your vehicle since you're at the red-light. Instantly you run it. That's another fine, but you'll pay it.

The End

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#original #erik killmonger #killmonger #erik stevens #erik killmonger fanfiction #erik killmonger imagine #black panther killmonger #black panther fanfiction #black fanfic writer #black fanfiction

[asterjennifer]

Kinda wanna write a 5+1 thing of the RFA seeing the more "serious" side of Saeran and the MC's relationship. In the AE everyone seems to know that something happened in Mint Eye but not really any details, it makes me want to explore the idea more, you know? Just some small moments where the rest of the RFA realizes "oh this isn't just honeymoon phase, they've seen some SHIT together-"

🎀 Let's do it, starlight! *Roll up sleeves*

Jumin

Jumin could tell by the way both your eyes looked at each other. How they're seeking not just simple confirmation or love, for that matter. He's able to tell right away they're conflicting feelings underneath from the moment your connection got cut off the messager. So there's perhaps space to discover how deep your story reaches, but it's not his business to pry, you know? He can tell just by the way you're eyeing each other.

Jaehee

She realizes once Saeran falls asleep at the set of the intelligence unit and saw the message that suddenly popped up to his phone. She didn't mean to supervise, it's just a nasty habit of keeping an eye on everything. You texted him »I know we're going through so much since meeting at Mint Eye... Please stay strong. I'll be here once you're home, love.« And that's enough for her to make the conclusion she already figured at the start like Jumin.

Zen

You sat down to have a little dink with him and jokingly he told you how he's kinda jealous of yours and Saeran's soft relationship and that he'd like a partner like you for himself. The way your eyes ground catch him off guard. “It's not all easy, you know... Mint Eye was a hard time for the both of us.” You tell him and Zen's face shifts to awareness. That made you both share a smile in sympathy.

Yoosung

Saeran and Yoosung like cooking together for the RFA! So when you give Saeran a goodbye kiss for the time being, Yoosung will whine once you're out of the door. “Man, I wish I had a relationship like you two...” Saeran gives him an emphatic look before patting his shoulder. “Let it not be based on delusions first, though.. That will hurt the both of you.” The advice takes Yoosung aback, but it finally makes klick.

Saeyoung

Saeyoung knows as he'd been there up close when the After Ending happened. You later told him what took place when chasing after Saeran, meeting the prime minister and how you stood up for your lover after he got beaten down... It's a shock, yet not surprising to the older twin. Saeyoung admirers and respects your relationship like no other, considering he had seen it like no other person^^

V

Similar to Saeyoung, he'd been upfront close and couldn't help notice how much different your relationship to each other were than his to Rika. You're not just all lovey-dovey like he'd first thought. You... Both share pain and learn from each other's mistakes. As if you're sharing the pain and the healing... He cannot say he's not jealous, but he's more happy Saeran finally found someone good.

The RFA is quite smart, they will come around and realize eventually! 🎀

#mystic messenger #mm #saeran choi #saeran #mystic messenger saeran #unrelated #headcanons #saeran x mc #fluff #angst #ae #ray after ending #jumin #jumin han #jaehee #jaehee kang #yoosung #yoosung kim #zen #Mystic Messenger zen #saeyoung #saeyoung choi #V #jihyun kim #RFA #Mystic Messenger jumin #mystic messenger jaehee #Mystic Messenger yoosung #ge Saeran #ge saeran x mc

[can-of-wyrms]

The Black Ops Narrative

This narrative is short, simple, and to the point. Because it's only one post, I'm just gonna paste the whole thing in, so we can analyze it that way. It's certainly... interesting.

"Until we found the village, we had suspected that the detectors were just props. Just toys given to us by the CIA guys to reassure us. Nobody trusted the spooks. 3 days through the jungle, and these detectors had not detected a fucking thing. But before we even saw the first hut, the needles on all the detectors started moving in unison. If they were phony toys, it was a cool little special effect. The needles swayed back and forth and all the little metal boxes let out this spooky "ooaaooaaaooo" sound all in unison, like a school choir. Very weird. We turned them off.

As instructed, we treated every vietnamese as combatants, and killed them all. There wasn't any resistance though. A few had weapons, but most were unarmed. None fought back. They didn't even run. They were just sitting around, lazing in the sun, and we shot them where we found them. Grim work. And very weird. That probably spooked us out more than the detectors. It was like they were waiting to die.

After clearing the village, we didn't know what to do. So we turned one of the detectors on and wandered around to see what was up. The detector started going nuts around one of the bigger huts in the middle of the village. We had already cleared it, but we went in again. There was a big altar inside, with candles and Buddhas and gold signs with dink writing and shit. We figured maybe one of the buddha statues was setting the detectors off, but no.

The hut was very hot and muggy. Even by the incredibly humid standards of Vietnam, it was incredibly, incredibly humid in there. Even the Buddha statues were sweating. Their faces were literally coated with drops of moisture. Everybody noticed that there was something weird going with the air. There was something off about the pressure. So we just tossed everything.Picked all the shit up and tossed it out of the hut. Sure enough, when we picked up the big platform that held the altar, there was something under it.

It was a pit made of flesh. Maybe five feet across and going down about twenty feet before curving out of sight. When I say, "made of flesh," I mean, it looked like the inside of somebody's throat. Wet, reddish flesh-looking stuff. We had heard of them building tunnels, but this was... We really couldn't even understand what we were looking at.

It was breathing. The flesh kinda rippled and this hot air came out, and it felt and smelled just like somebody breathing right on your face. Enough to make you sick.

They told us "we would know it when we saw it."

Well, we saw it, and we knowed it.

We radioed in the coordinates and got the fuck out of there."

In the complete story, this is post 13, just after post 12 which is part of the Investigator Narrative. There's not much of a connection between the two from what I can tell, but there could be something there.

As for the post itself, if you've read through my analysis of the Investigator Narrative, you know exactly what these soldiers found in that village. A flesh interface, albeit a small one. This harkens back to post 2 of the Investigator Narrative, which told us about this world's version of the strategic hamlet program. What's interesting is that despite the presence of an interface, there is no talk of segmentation or any of the other phenomena usually associated with interfaces. It could be that this interface is too small to have a dangerous incident zone, or perhaps the interface itself hadn't yet been finished. That's as much speculation as I think is reasonable here. It could also very well be a plot hole. My bet is on it being either unfinished or too small, though.

Thematically, we're taken again to the idea of war and violence, but this time specifically a very unjust violence. The soldiers we follow kill unarmed Vietnamese civilians, which I assume is some kind of war crime. This will come up again later.

Final Thoughts:

Ultimately, I decided to skip the information segment of this project for this narrative. Only two posts in and I'm already breaking format. Probably not a good sign. But anyways, I just felt like nothing really new was added, plus it's much shorter overall so any new info there is doesn't really need to be consolidated. Overall, the Black Ops Narrative is a quick peek into the mystery. It adds a bit of context and fleshes out the world, but that's about it. It's also a bit spooky, but far from the freakiest this story gets. ok bye.

Back to beginning

#media analysis #analysis #literary analysis #mother horse eyes #9m9h9e9 #MHE #unreality

[sky-squido]

A/J for to isolate? (very excited for the finale btw)

A: How did you come up with the title to To Isolate?

okay so when i originally reblogged the fanfic ask meme, these are the tags i almost added and then didn't:

i did end up asking her anyway and she told me but i've already forgotten again, so there must not be a particularly interesting story behind it. i think we just played around with a couple of things and that was what we liked best. i mean, we had no idea it would get so huge, so we didn't put a ton of thought into it, and it's a perfectly serviceable and not-inaccurate title. yeah, there's not much more to it than that, i don't think

J: Write or describe an alternative ending to To Isolate.

HA!! NOW THAT TO ISOLATE IS ACTUALLY DONE I CAN MEME ON THE FINALE! i actually have TONS of silly ideas for post-fic funtimes because it has a happy ending and everything and i just really love the continuity it sets up. there's a strong chance i'll end up writing some of them out and putting them in their own fic that i group into a series with to isolate itself. i'll bullet some of my favorites below the cut for spoiler-proofing.

but those are less alternate endings and more extensions/deleted scenes/post-credits-scenes. most actual alternate ending possibilities for to isolate are pretty dark, but one of my favorite meme alternate ending ideas is one where Warriors keeps a journal in chapter one and for some reason?? Dink just Doesn't Notice so Wars wakes up on Day Four and goes "hey guys this is really weird" and everyone's like "YEAH that is pretty funky" and they all just talk about it. it would be funny to say that the whole plot just never happens, but that's not necessarily the case—dink still has his scheme, and i'm not fully sure what all the ramifications of them finding out this early on would be. he might just be like OH FRICK I FORGOT ABOUT THE BOOK and then wipes their memories and burns the journal. maybe that IS canon and sky just never knew~ oooooooooooooooh~ (it's not dw—if it were, wars woulda brought it up in ch. 10)

OH HOW COULD I HAVE FORGOTTEN! THERE IS AN ALTERNATE ENDING!!! POLTEA MADE ONE and it's beautiful y'all should check it out here

OKAY SILLY FUNTIMES POST-CANON NONSENSE IDEAS (SPOILER WARNING FOR LITERALLY THE ENTIRE FIC)

consider yourself warned

((lemme know which of these y'all are most interested in and if i ever get around to writing little these vignettes, i'll prioritize those))

four has been looking for the master sword for a while, Splitting for a time to cover more ground, and he hasn't found it anywhere. he's starting to plan out a long-term solution but also he's still looking. dot keeps telling him to stop, but he really wants to make extra super bonus sure he didn't just miss it by accident. as he's walking in the mountains, the sword drops out of the sky, bonks him on the head (with the hilt, but that's not much better than the blade cuz it's still Hot As Heck from ch. 7) and then tumbles down a cliff into the woods. he's simultaneously relieved and very annoyed, but he climbs down after it anyway to find it stabbed, perfectly vertically, into a pristine clearing, rays of golden sunlight spilling over it (wait where is that even coming from it's like midnight and also overcast) because the Master Sword is actually a Massive Diva and the laws of nature will bend to facilitate this

legend getting a loftwing!! he is a knight of skyloft, after all. i like the idea of his loftwing being really grumpy and kind of traumatized because it lost its rider, and no one's been able to even get close to it without getting bitten at, which is why it's up for grabs for someone of legend's age, but they understand each other really well and bond a lot, even if they can't "feel" each other like sky and his loftwing can, since they missed the critical period for that.

oh yeah it's canon that the wedding rings that sky and sun wear are gifts from legend—sky's got the green ring because a) green symbolizes courage in zelda and b) it's a balance of offensive and defensive boosts and mr. i-lost-the-use-of-my-sword-hand could use the help in both departments. zelda has the life ring L-2 which is pretty and heart-shaped but also regenerates health over time because sky and legend care about her lots and want her to stay safe <3

okay poltea and i high-key sidelined groose because neither of us can take him seriously because he's too much of a meme (even though i've played sksw twice now and agree wholeheartedly that endgame groose is a massive lad) and also like... he really wasn't relevant to the fic and there was honestly no point in fleshing him out or anything. however, this fun vignette would play with the HEY WHO'S THIS LEGEND GUY AND HOW'D HE STEAL MY BESTIE SO FAST?! element of the dynamic where sky's in a cheesy YA love triangle but of friendship sfdkgjhsldfgkjsdf. groose and legend would both slip slightly into their respective Jerk Modes to try and sus the other out, but then they'd bond and become bros and sky would bemoan the mistake he made in unleashing those two upon the world. they also fight over which of them will be sky's kid's favorite uncle <3 also legend's aroace in this fic because i said so so he just vibes with the lads. it's probably for the bet if he doesn't set up a bloodline in his own past anyway fdjhgfkgfjfd

OKAY SO REMEMBER THE LINE ABOUT PARADOXES AND CRAP and how sun kind of had a sense for them and would stop legend from causing any so he could safely inhabit the past? in this idea, like... the weirdest stuff sets off the Paradox Tinglies and Legend will be about to take a sip of juice and then sun bursts into the room and smacks it out of his hand and goes NO! and legend's just like O_O. he's honestly not sure if she's just screwing with him or not but he's too grateful to be here to question it

SKY AND SUN'S BABY AND LEGEND BEING A CHAOTIC UNCLE. i've never actively sought out fics in the vein of "we've just handed your favorite character an infant, what will they do now?" and i don't spend nearly enough time around children that small to be able to write any pre-school age particularly well, but just because it's these dorks specifically, i'm thinking about it <3

OKAY SO SKY AND LEGEND ARE THE FIRST IN THE TIMELINE NOW, RIGHT? get this—they make time capsules. they write letters to all the dudes, just for kicks, and they're kinda curious to see if any of them will actually reach their intended recipients, even if they'll probably never actually know until their spirits all meet up in the afterlife. not sure what they'll do about the timeline split and also convergence apparently though sfgljhsdgksdfh

hyrule just obliterating the ganon cult. like, we all know it happens, it's fully canon, but that doesn't mean i don't want to see it happen anyway. this is more likely to be art than fic, but i still wanna see it anyway because hyrule should be allowed to go feral more often i think

remember that bit where legend tells wars to not do too good of a job fixing space and time so they can all hang out again? yeah like five to ten years in, the portals all crack open again and the lads get to have like tea and biscuits and a nice chat or whatever. it would be purely crack and For The Memes because the boys all (largely) going back to their respective eras at the end was a Choice Made For Reasons, but also post-LU reunions are fun and this is a post-LU that i can really play around in because i actually know what it looks like and how we got there

okay that's most of them but there's definitely more kicking around my brain that i'm not thinking of right now. i just love the lads okay i gave them their happy ending and now i just wanna play around with it because it's fun :3

thank you for this ask and apologies for the Many Months delay, so i hope this answer manages to make its way to you! take care!!

#squido answers #to isolate spoilers

[marsmarvel02]

"What Manny Can't Fix" Review: Chapter 15

Welcome back and welcome again to my review of "What Manny Can't Fix", a Handy Manny fanfic that -do I even need to say it?- is not very good.

Last time, we watched Turner and Manny dink around and hit up the bakery. And learned that, somehow, in this story's world, the temperature in San Diego drops below freezing during the winter. And sat though another long flashback. Now in this chapter... well, if I'm being honest, I just finished writing this bit and I have absolutely zero recollection of what happened. Must be a thrilling one.

(And as always, if you'd like to start this review series from the beginning, Chapter 1 is here.)

Chapter 15

Last chapter ended with a flashback to when Turner was still around Plunker, so guess how this one starts.

With a Plunker segment.

Mr Grover and his tools had been in Florida for a few weeks now, but Plunker still wasn’t able to shake her guilt. 

Hey, I wonder if it’s going to snow in Florida like it apparently does in San Diego.

“Hey Plunker!” Claspy called out. “We’re going to the golf course, you wanna come?”

Plunker looked over and shook her head slightly. “No thanks, I wanna stay here.”

Dangit, I’d really like to see how a bunch of tools would play golf.

“Oh come on! You haven’t wanted to go out at all since we got here!” Clapsy protested. “What’s the matter with you!?”

“I just want to stay here, all right?” Plunker sniffled, as tears pricked her eyes.

Blah blah blah she still misses Turner yadda yadda yadda WE ALREADY KNOW!

“Okay, fine.” Clapsy sighed before hopping back over to Bolt. “You don’t have to cry about it.”

Tapper went over to Plunker. “Hey, how are you sweetie?”

On a range of 1-10 from 1 being “absolutely obnoxious” to 10 being “Cricket and Gabriella”, I’d give this romance writing a negative three.

“I feel a bit queasy.” She sighed. “Well, more queasy than usual.”

Huh. Apparently negative numbers interact in an odd way with the Matter Deletion Nexus.

Tapper frowned in worry. “Are you okay?”

“I don’t know.” She sighed. “Maybe I ate something bad?” She groaned as her stomach gurgled loudly. “Or maybe I have a stomach bug.”

Don’t ask me how any bacteria or viruses could survive anywhere near the portal to nonexistence that makes up the living tools’ “internal organs”, but in Handy Manny proper the saw could somehow catch a cold so I guess I can’t blame this one on the writer.

Tapper was in thought for a moment. “Unless….no...nevermind.”

“What?” Plunker asked.

“It’s nothing….I don’t think it’s the reason you’re sick…”

I’ve got a bad feeling about this.

“No, what is it?” She asked, slightly worried.

“.....Well we’ve been together for a while and maybe you’re….you’re…”

“....Pregnant?” Plunker finished.

WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUUUUUUUUU-

Tapper nodded slowly.

//Starts laughing nervously, while my left eye twitches like mad//

Plunker went pale. Pregnant? I….I can’t be! I….I can’t be a mother! At least not yet…..I...I…

I understand now! Nothing is reason! Everything is a lie!

What consumes existence and leaves nothing behind breaks down the laws of the world in its wake!

She started tearing up and Tapper immediately pulled her closer. “Shh shh it’s okay. I’m here for you.”

In imitation of man it destroys, and in imitation of man it creates more destroyers!

Which shall grow in the terminus of all but themselves, that void of destruction!

“I...I can’t...I...I can’t be a mom….I...I…” She cried loudly. “I just can’t….”

Before entering this world through folded space, impossible geometries (“Hammerspace?”, a part of my brain still must ask, as if jokes still have any meaning), an object coming from an opening whose mere pondering defies the sanity I no longer possess!

“Is she still crying?” Claspy groaned. “Come on! Are you gonna just keep moping or are you gonna get over it!?”

So they shall consume, and so reproduce, until in their numbers like locusts everything on Earth shall be eaten!

Plunker looked over, her eyes still full of tears. “Claspy...not now...okay…”

But then, after they have triumphed, what will be left for these destroyers that call themselves tools?

They will starve! Nothing shall become nothing, for nothing will be left! And they will fall, one by one, until the last thinking mind in the universe shall waver and vanish into nothingness!

Claspy was taken aback by how distraught she was. “Oh...I’m...sorry…” She awkwardly hopped off and went back over to Bolt.

//laughs madly// 

“I’ll make sure she doesn’t bug you anymore.” Tapper promised.

//collapses from exhaustion//

“It’s fine…” She sniffled. “She’s always…”

“No. It’s not okay.” Tapper said, firmly. “She’s not respecting your feelings. You just moved to a new place, you have a right to be sad and scared. Claspy should understand that.”

Plunker just sighed.

“Has she done this before?” Tapper asked.

Plunker just nodded. “And Bolt too….I never felt like I could talk to anyone here….expect Turner….” She turned towards Tapper, blushing heavily while tears still glistened in her eyes. “And you.”

Tapper nuzzled her close. “I’ll always be here for you...no matter what.”

Wha…?

What?

What… just happened?

I have a strange feeling that I should just move on to the next chapter and not dwell on how I can't seem to remember anything that happened in this one.

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[hellofears]

music is so transformative i cant even visuals n storytelling paired with music with that environment it creates and manifests into its own and its so vivid like i cant fucking deal i can't even begin to explain this shit i cant put it into words it doesn't feel enough

there is just so much fucking magic when it comes to art be it writing, storytelling etc or music or art or acting editing all sorts it goes on and on and when they're paired together and something so magical comes to fruition is created ? i loose myself in shit and maybe thats just a me thing i'm a sentimental always thinking sometimes to my detriment thinking deeply all the time giving stuff meaning when it doesn't necessarily need to mean much like i'm so in love with the fuckinng mystical concept something so immersive and gripping beautiful concepts that draw you in that feeling can be with anything but when its a full on all sorts of aspects of art coming together in one? to create a piece of work/artwork? i am fucking done u bitches have me going jumping up and down screaming rolling around rolling down stairs rolling down roads setting into the sunset eyeballs pop out of head i'm spinning around someone mistook me for a fucking spring slinky dink or whatever like that dog from toy story and they're pushing me down ther stairs it is so fucking insane and it grips me so deeply i can't even it transcends to me. and when a bunch of aspects/catogs or whatever of art come together? work together? flesh out a gifted product? this is fucking insane i come back to this all the time but i cant fucking believe it

story telling does something to me narratives being explored characters being defined a message being shown or written into a concept something needing or calling for thought anything the atmosphere i hate to say aesthetic but im struggling to find the right word im thinking about just the culmination the spirit and the soul. its hard to believe this shit isn't real because it moves and grips you and ur conscience it brings you into a different realm it transports you and it makes it feel so tangible it makes life feel so deeply precious even if bittersweet even if not peace and love even if its struggles theres room for any and all in tale telling in stories in concepts in narratives in art in concept pieces in something heavily themed in snarky cynical pieces in butting heads in art work in creative pieces and work in creative collaboration artists, dancers, authors, writers, screenplayers, actors, prop makers, music artists, just visionaries, like historians that focus on art, in ppl who's passion in their work is feeling real experiences rawness. like a music video that visual aspect the planning the vision the incredible thought process so detailed intertwining with a narrative telling a story already made or not linking arms together dancing together lifting eachother up making eachother brighter bringing meaning to everything. a song added? that audio stimulance there is so much to music so so so much so much potential theres so much potential in all of art and music has the capability to truly move us to create landscapes in ur mind. actors n dancers. all of it and so much more that i can't name all of them coming a cross incredible work ? seeing that all eb and flow together in a piece of media oh i am go fucking BERSERK dont get me started like this is so beyond anything

i find stories and feelings n just worlds n atmospheres a lot its something i hold dear and like i cant even it grips my heart so tight the love or infatuation is almost too much it feels too much it feels too good to be true like looking around r any of u other bitches getting this like i am are u seeing this because it is incredible how can people create such gifts to the human experience u lot have me fucked up all u artists in whatever field are out there any human on this earth has me fucked up

like i write my thoughts down a lot i love english/literature its a lot of shit that comes together for me but idk what else to call it i write shit down all the time in my notes because random stuff comes to me i plan on going further into english academically its a process like i wrote something not too long ago about grass yeah just grass about lying on the grass sitting on the grass i have to give feelings to everything even if its just to imagine to wonder to think whats the perspective what are the thoughts how would i feel this world is so wild art is so precious the care for something so deeply no matter what it is sports etc or what that need and drive for a matter a love that defines your life or part of your life it sticks to you like glue like gum dont look at me i cant anything

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[titusmoody]

The Princess Bride

There’s a framing story about some kid home sick from school. When I watch the movie with people, they always comment on the actor who plays the kid, but I’ve never paid attention to what they say about him. His grandpa comes to read him a book. Grandpa has glasses and a kindly mustache. The kid’s a bit of a brat about being read to, but in an endearing way somehow. 

The story starts with some countryside as grandpa narrates the beginning of the story. Buttercup lives on a farm and Wesley works at the farm. They fall in love. Wesley keeps saying “as you wish” which grandpa assures us means “I love you”. They kiss at sunset and the kid worriedly asks if this is “a kissing book” which is exactly the sort of endearing mild brattiness we love as an audience.

Anyway, then Wesley goes away on a boat for no reason instead of continuing to be happy. Grandpa tells us that the ship was attacked by pirates who take no prisoners so Wesley’s dead. Then prince Humperdink (I hardly even know her dink!) decides to marry Buttercup for extremely no reason. Buttercup internally hates this according to grandpa but she doesn’t act like she cares much one way or the other. 

One day, Buttercup is out riding a horse like a princess when some ruffians kidnap her in a remarkably polite scene. We’ve got Vezzini, a pompous, grating, intellectual boss; Fezzig, a gentle giant; and Inigo Montoya, a suave spanish dude. They banter really charmingly as they load Princess Buttercup onto a boat to take her away to a neighboring country that intends to hold her ransom for Humperdink to pay. 

They sail overnight and there are shrieking eels in the water. There’s another boat that they can see and the kidnappers argue charmingly over whether or not its following them. Buttercup tries to swim to the other boat, but–again–there are shrieking eels in the water. Fezzig punches the one that was about to eat her and scoops her back onto the boat.

Instead of arriving at a port, they arrive at “the cliffs of insanity!” which are super visually impressive. Fezzig carries the other three on his back and climbs a rope up the whole thing. The following boat is still there and the kidnappers decide that it must be the very same pirate who killed Wesley: The Dread Pirate Roberts. He climbs the rope in pursuit and we see he’s in some Zorro costume thing. Vezzini whines that Fezzig isn’t fast enough and Fezzig extremely reasonably points out that he has three entire people weighing him down.

They do have enough of a head start to reach the top with enough time to have a whole conversation about what to do next. They leave Inigo to kill the pirate when he reaches the top, since Inigo is a legendarily skilled swordsman who could kill anyone in a duel, to the point where fighting one on one is so boring to him that he decides to fight with his left hand to spice things up. Roberts reaches the top and the two of them have a remarkably relaxed conversation before fighting. Inigo talks about how his father was killed by a man who has six fingers on his right hand, and the reason he’s gotten so good at sword fighting is so that he can live out a scripted conversation he’s had in his head where he gets revenge. This absolutely rules as a side character’s whole deal. What more could you want than a guy who’s fun to watch, has a clear, understandable personal goal, and a sad backstory. Everyone loves Inigo Montoya.

Anyway, they fight. Their dialog contains a lot of fencing jargon, which I once saw a fencer talk about on youtube. Turns out, while the jargon has nothing to do whatsoever with what the actors are doing on screen, it’s all legit terminology used in ways that actually make sense. On top of that, it even fits the characters’ personalities. The fight itself is interesting enough in a simpler way. Turns out, both of them start out the fight on their non-dominant hand and switch to their dominant hand when they’re in danger of losing. Roberts is victorious but he doesn’t actually hurt Inigo, just ties him up or something.

Vezzini and co. see Roberts still pursuing, so Fezzig stays behind to wrestle Roberts into submission. Roberts bests Fezzig in a much less memorable scene than the Inigo one.

Then there’s the iocane powder scene. I kinda feel like skipping over writing out the summary of this since there’s still so much movie left to go over and everyone remembers how the iocane powder scene goes, right? It’s awesome.

After that, Roberts has Buttercup and she pushes him down a big hill and he says “as you wish” which means he’s not Roberts but Wesley, so Buttercup pushes herself down the big hill too. They reunite and decide to get out of there or something. I guess they’re still being pursued maybe, so they go into the big bad forest that has a better name I don’t remember. No one has ever come out of that forest.

In it, there are random fires that spurt out of the ground and quicksand. While navigating these dangers, Wesley goes into the story about how Dread Pirate Roberts isn’t a name but a title that gets passed down every time one of them wants to retire with all the money they stole. After nearly being swallowed by quicksand, a rodent of unusual size jumps on Wesley and attacks. Pretty sure at least some of the time it’s just a large stuffed rat that can’t even move so Wesley has to act like it’s trying to get at him. The face is genuinely a bit gruesome though. After besting a master swordsman and a literal, real life giant there’s no way a mere rat’s gonna get Wesley, though. 

They get through the forest to find some dudes on horses. Maybe one of them is Humperdink himself, I’m not sure. One of them definitely has six fingers on his right hand, which Wesley remarks about out loud. Buttercup gets taken back to Humperdink’s castle, and Wesley goes to get tortured in the trunk of a tree for no reason.

Buttercup is real sad now. I don’t know if she learns that the kidnapping was staged by Humperdink so that he had an excuse to go to war with the neighboring kingdom, but the audience definitely learns that. Maybe we learned it a while ago, but we definitely know it by now. Meanwhile, Inigo Montoya is real sad because he was beaten in a fair fight so maybe he isn’t good enough to get revenge like he wants. He gets very drunk about it. Meanwhile again, Wesley is in the pit of despair getting the life sucked out of him through the nipples by a big water powered wooden machine operated by an albino. It makes him mostly dead. 

Fezzig shows up to dump water on Inigo to get the sad/drunk off and they go to rescue Wesley. Inigo finds the right tree trunk using the power of his sword and jesus. In despair that his sword lead him to a tree, Inigo cries on it which opens the secret door. They carry Wesley away to a truly unrecognizable Billy Crystal who heals him with chocolate. Wesley is now awake but can’t really move his body for almost the rest of the whole movie.

I guess it’s important for Humperdink to actually marry Buttercup now, unlike when she was initially kidnapped. Also, at some point before now, Buttercup had a dream where she was in a big public square and some nasty old lady kept yelling “filth! Rubbish!” and such at her. It was freaky. Actually, it makes sense to put that dream around here since the reason she’s rubbish is because “her true love lives but she marries another!” so yeah. 

Now, there’s a wedding in the castle that Wesley and co. have to prevent. They build a big scary dread pirate roberts thing which scares the guards away when it (accidentally?) catches on fire. Inside the castle, Inigo finds the six fingered man and gets revenge in exactly the way he imagined. It absolutely rules. 

The “mawwage. And wuvv…twuu wuvv” bit happens and I can imagine it would likely be accused of ableism today, but I personally don’t care much when I’m honest with myself. Humperdink hears the dread pirate roberts commotion at the wedding and gets nervous that Wesley’s gonna prevent the wedding so he rushes the priest through the ceremony to the point where the actual official wedding part gets skipped through entirely. Buttercup doesn’t know that, though, so she goes to kill herself with a knife, but Wesley is in the bed and stops her. Then Humperdink shows up and Wesley bluffs his way into telling him to go away. It’s pretty cool. Then Buttercup jumps out of the window and Fezzig catches her and all of them ride away. And now the kid doesn’t mind that it’s a kissing book.

[kittiestkat]

inspired by

the soft patting of your feet on the ceramic floor of the washroom was foreign to you. the floor was cold, unwelcoming to a spoiled thing like you who grew up coddled and pandered to.

“fuck.” you were surprised the white plastic of the washing up basket didn’t crack under the pressure of all the clothes piled up in it over the weeks.

it wasn’t like you were scared of this chore per se, it was more like you were ignoring it until you were practically drowning in old clothes.

flicking on the light switch, it twitched, dinking on, washing the room in a soft yellow.

you dropped to a crouch, hugging your knees as you inspected the dials, the call you had with your mum earlier, on which to press completely flying over your head.

you gave it up as a bad job, throwing in your separated whites alongside a detergent pod.

flicking on the machine it grumbles, groaning into life from months of lack of use.

bouncing on the balls of your feet at your small victory you sit atop the machine, head resting against the laundry room cupboard.

your eye slowly opens at the buzzing sound of your phone, a notification from your friend. swiping it open, you see the snap.

it makes your brows furrow, a funny feeling at the pit of your stomach.

‘listen to the voice in the background’ your friends says, the snap story she sent being from your ex.

it’s him in a gym? there’s a large mirror and he’s filming his torso, not in a pretentious way but as to show his gains, not that you’re defending him. you can see the curve of his lip, a canine visible as he smirks then his head turns when a voice says

“do you think she still-“ his smirk widening into a grin, before the snap ends. oh.

you click off your phone, refusing to think about the way his stomach was damp or how toned he looked.

childe was annoying like that.

your fingers drum against your thighs, pulling at the fat gained from the break up. you hated it. funnily, it was bringing you more attention, the way your ass grew, tits too. you didn’t feel curvy, didn’t feel hot, you felt like shit.

a few minutes pass and the room slowly grew dark. i mean sure, your eyes were closed again but why had the whirring beneath you stopped?

the second your eyes flutter open the back of your head smacks against the cupboard a few times in realisation.

power outage.

“the one time i try be an adult.” your sigh was useless however, sighing doesn’t fix electronics. sighing doesn’t cure the whole blocks lack of electricity.

the drive to the dry cleaners was a gruesome one. it wasn’t like you were snobby but it wasn’t like you didn’t admire being pampered either. i mean come to think of it when was the last time you well and truly did something for yourself.

it was enough you were cleaning your own clothes, the confide of you let mothers residence no longer there to scrub away the dirt from your white socks but a dry cleaners?

shutting your car door and locking it, you interrogated the new looking building. it was …nice.

the neon lights of the building were comforting, and the soft bell above the door jingled when you entered and exited. it was retro, carts everywhere and soft music playing. it didn’t feel like a dry cleaners at all.

it was relatively empty, the only person in here leaving the second you entered. you had hoped for it to be empty, hoped you could wait for your clothes in piece without loads of people judging what you were washing. not that you cared.

since you had sorted your clothes prior, there was no need to to take a trolley, walking straight to the set of washing machines at the back and loading them in.

it was only the odd pair of lace pants and a couple favourite sweaters; necessities only. just until the power was back on and you could finish the other mound of clothes back at home.

pulling a few quarters from your pocket, you thumb them in, pressing start and listening to the whirring you had been waiting for all morning.

surprisingly this was much more relaxing then home cleaning, way easier and if not, cheaper too — not that a spoilt think like you’d admit that.

you could have sworn you had brought something else, a matching set perhaps? no, yeah, it was the pink one you needed for the weekend. did you leave it at home? we’re you that much of an air head you couldn’t remember events from less than ten hours?

you turn to survey the room, in hope it had dropped and much to your amusement, there they were, dangling in front of you, swinging on the thumb of someone you hadn’t expected to see here, actually, at all for that matter.

“i think these are meant to go in there, don’t tell me you’re that bad at doing things for yourself.”

your ex had a way of being cocky.

“who’d have thought to see you here.”

“you took the words right out of my mouth,” childe smirked, condescendingly fiddling with the white lace.

your annoyance from today grew, sizzling past boiling point. why of all places, on all days did it have to be him.

snatching the bottom half of the matching set you put them back in the bag you brought where the top half of the pair was still sitting, making mental note to hand wash them at home like the instructions said.

you just hoped this was a blessing to learn how to read instruction labels and not the universe trying to meddle in your waters.

“there was a power outage.” it’s simple, straight to the point and your cold words are accentuated when you sit down, grabbing a magazine and starting to read it.

“hn.”

it’s quiet for a while, not like anyone was purposely going out of their way to ignore the other, but tartaglia was sorting his own clothes out.

your eyes peak from over the glossy spread of the magazine papers. maybe it was because you hadn’t been intimate in a few weeks, maybe it was because it was him, but the sight of him sorting through his clothes made you nervous. they were only clothes but they were boy clothes. they were his clothes.

“got something to say?” your eyebrows rise, it wasn’t like his abrasive personality was something you weren’t well aquatinted to, it just took you aback he was still using it with you.

placing the paper down on the chair you had sat on, you stood, leaning on the washing machine opposite him as you watched him throw his clothes in, arms tensing as he did so.

he had gained more muscle in the month and a half you had spilt. grew paler too.

the gum in your mouth blew wide, popping, before you threw it in the small bin besides your feet.

sure, he was cocky, snide and over all annoying, but you were that and more.

“you fucking anyone?” his back muscle contorted as he closed the door of the machine, coining in some silvers. he paused slightly and you could almost see the grin shining from behind his head.

finally, he turned, resting his elbows on the machine as it vibrated beneath him. he inspected you, how the button of your shorts was undone, the zipper almost completely down, straps of your pants visible. how your top was cropped and tied to the side, short enough to make him smirk.

pushing off of the surface he came over to you, left hand resting on the machine behind you, head tilting slightly.

you could feel his body heat, you were hyper sensitive to all his actions right now.

his brows crease in faux sympathy, lips close to your ear.

“why? s’that make you jealous?” you felt his hip brush your belly slightly, intentional or not, it made your stomach flutter, made your hips jerk up slightly.

you look up at him, innocent expression matching his own.

“are you?”

“are you?” the way he was repeating you drove you insane. he was annoying, both his actions and what he said. the hoodie he wore and the black sweat pants; all so fucking annoying.

before you could process it, or even think about it, a slap sounded through the empty building.

it wasn’t hard, wasn’t even a slap, but the intent was still there. the impact still happened.

his hair was ruffled, covering his eyes and god if he didn’t look good right now. like before, it wasn’t just how he looked that annoyed you, but his reactions.

he tongued his cheeks, head lifting to smirk at you , making you raise your hand again, only for him to grab your wrist, then your other wrist as it mimicked the one his large hand was wrapped around.

“get off me.” you pushed against the restraint of his strength but it was like his hands were glued to yours, like no matter how much you tried pushing or pulling you were stuck.

he was much taller than you, maybe a foot or more, easily being able to push you against the machines and hold you there. you felt his hips press against your stomach, the bones digging into your flesh slightly though the material of his jogging bottoms.

“childe.” you breathe out, his face close to yours, hands still wrapped around your wrists. they’re warm.

“y/n.” his voice was low, like his eyes that were hooded, pupils blown out.

the soft whirring of the machines played in your mind, the music that carried through the room joining in with the spinning of your clothes.

“that girl?” he laughed. maybe it was the brashness of the question, or the implication you were stalking him that amused childe so.

his face was still close to yours, hot air blowing over your nose. he smelt like your childe, he looked like yours too. the soft smell of cinnamon was as intoxicating as it was deadly.

“missed you y/n.” he smiled, chin lifting slightly like he wanted to kiss you, like he was teasing you.

“miss me too?” and just like that, you couldn’t control the slow nods of your head cuz my god if you were one thing it was an awful liar and he knew that. saying no would be your worst lie yet.

“thought so.” his face inched closer to yours, pulling with a a smirk as his lips brush your own, but before you could taste him, before you could feel the plush of his lips, he dragged you to the floor by his grip on your wrists.

“show me how much.” you were face to face with his crotch, cock visibly straining against the soft confide of his bottoms.

biting your lip your lashes fluttered, eyes drifting up to his face. he was beautiful, too attractive for his own good.

the sharp contorts of his face menacing, the neon lights reflecting off his skin; smooth and clear.

your hand palmed over the hard, a hiss pulled from him as he caved forward slightly, hand coming down to rest atop of your head.

small fingers made quick work of pulling down his pants, slowly, smiling at him the whole time.

his shaft was thick, hitting his stomach with a soft pat, making you grind on the heel of your foot.

“stop acting like you haven’t seen it before,” he stroked himself once, the sight of his thumb brushing over his tip, collecting pre cum, made your cheeks heat.

“say ahh.” your mouth opened only a quarter of an inch before he stuffed himself in you, hitting the back of your throat making you gag, hands pushing against his thighs, coughing.

“my bad pretty girl, are you okay?” his concern seemed genuine, your hand brushing over your mouth, the saliva there thick.

“no i-“ your answer was cut short, his cock back in your mouth, his fake worry disappearing as quickly as it appeared.

“what was that baby?” his left hand brushed your cheek, tapping it softly whenever he wanted you to open winder, right hand on the back of your neck, pushing you father forewords.

thick globs strung from his dick, falling against your chin and dripping to the floor. you could feel his intense stare on you, how his eyes were wide as he took in the erotic display happening before him. your pants grew damp, stomach warm, a feeling of dizziness washing over you.

“god, why is your mouth so good,” he groaned, mouth dropping open when the base of his dick rest snug against you, pubic bone sitting against your nose. he felt the small of your hands tap on his legs, once twice, then repeatedly.

“fuck.” your eyes wide send when he wiggled his hips, his shaft touching your throat, making your body shiver. he watched you cough and gag, panting when he let you go. your eyes were streaked black, cheeks blotchy and hair astray.

childe’s thumb brushed the saliva from your lip, smiling at the sight below him.

“prettiest girl ever.”

helping you up, he sat you atop the machine, the low hum making your thighs clench, childe pushing your hips into the spinning washer.

his hands came to squeeze your sides, coming lower till’ they hooked underneath your knees, pulling you foreward till your covered cunt was pressed against his bare cock.

his right hand dropped, coming back to hold your back so he could slowly rock against you, slowly make you feel him. all of him.

“missed you like this, y/n.”

“you’re lying.”

“nu uh, missed how warm you were,” he kissed you neck, placing your hair behind your shoulder “missed your taste,” he kissed you, softly, tongue circling around your own, “how wet you were.” slowly his finger dipped below the waistband of your shorts, forefinger drifting into the wet of you, circling that small little clit of yours, swollen just for him.

he could feel your pretty hole fluttering around nothing, aching for him to fill you, make you all good and messy, just the way childe liked it, just the way childe liked you.

“want you in me.” his nose brushed over yours, lips catching your gasp as his middle finger slid into you, stroking you inside, feeling how soft you were, warm and ready for him to take.

“yeah?” he nibbles your ear, making you shiver, the soft of his tongue brushing over the indents his teeth made.

“please childe.”

“please childe what?” he whispered over your mouth, fingers looping into the belt buckles of your shorts pulling them down alongside your pants.

“please childe fuck me.” you smiled back into his.

that was enough for him to line himself up with you, thick head circling around your clit, gathering slick, nice and sticky, before he sank into you slowly, both of you groaning at the feeling you missed so.

“god.” your head fell back, hands supporting you as your boyfriend grabbed your hips with a bruising strength.

“feel good?”

“so good.” slowly he pulled out, slamming back into you, knocking the wind out of you as you screamed, his forehead resting against yours with a grin against his face.

“shh, that’s it, feel me in you.” his hips circled, tip prodding the little spot in you, making you squeeze your toes, eyes shutting as you fell back onto your elbows.

he picked up his pace, the soft ‘shlik’ of your wetness sounding around the room, his eyes trained on the creamy ring visible on his cock when he pulled out.

“god, you’re so good,” his finger pulled his jumper up to bite it in his mouth, pushing your shirt up slightly too. childe knew you liked to see his body when you fucked, liked to see his muscles contorting, the smooth of his skin, how his hip bones nudged the soft of your own skin

his right hand let go of you to come down to circle over your clit, pressing on it slightly so you’d gasp, your hips twitching. you were so pretty, mesmerising to watch come undone over and over and over again.

“fuck, just like that, please.” he smiled against the material in his mouth, thumb speeding a little then slowing with his thrusts.

he was close, knowing that as much stamina as he had, he couldn’t last long today. not when he had missed you this much; you and this little pussy.

“that’s it baby.”

“fuck please, please, god.” he could feel you twitching, feel you clamping down.

he pulled your legs over his shoulder, pushing you flat against the white surface, thrusting deep into you.

“shh, wait a little for me y/n.” you whined, fists squeezing against nothing as he continued his relentless fucking.

“look at you, taking me so well.” he nibbled on the flesh below your collar bone, kissing the red, then biting a sister mark next to it.

“bet it feels really good, huh y/n?”

“gah, can’t, can’t wait anymore.”

“can’t you?”

“please childe.” his mouth was next to yours again, soft kisses condescending in comparison to the rough paps of his hips smacking against yours.

“get back with me.”

“fuck, childe, please.” his face rested in the crook of your neck, biting, kissing sucking.

“say yes.”

it was quiet for a moment, side from the moans and skin slapping, the squelching sounds cutting through any pauses or lapse in judgment.

“yes.”

“yes?”

“yes, yes, god fuck yes.” each verbal agreement was accented by a thrust, your voice shaking with each stroke .

“good girl, go on.” he smiled into you, thumb swiping over your clit and just like that

“fuck, m’cumming.” you groaned, fingers stretching then curling into his hair as he squeezed you to him, burying his face in your hair as he grunted your name, fucking you both through your orgasms.

you felt him fill you up, warm leaking out of him and into you, and for a moment you just sat there, holding each other her.

it was cold when he pulled away from you, both groaning when he left you, thick strings spilling out of you, bubbling and oozing from your stretched hole.

“god y/n.” he looked at your pink insides that were momentarily visible from the stretch of his cock.

“told you i missed you.”

#this isn’t my writing style #not me being unproblematic for once #i hate this but … #childe #genshin smut #genshin x you #tartalgia #tartagalia x reader #tartagalia headcanons #genshin tartagalia #tartagalia genshin impact #tartaglia smut #childe smut #genshin impact #genshin impact smut #tartagalia x you #tartagalicious

[nightlight-firelight]

Hi everyone! Sorry for the long wait! Art block (Or writing block?) is the worst and I’ve been busy. I’m also trying to make this a gender neutral story and I’m not too experienced on this so hopefully I’m doing ok so far! Now with that out of the way, on to chapter 2!

“Falling (in love) So Fast That I Can’t Even Think!”

Chapter 2

You take a second to realize that he was holding you a bit tight around the waist, and the silence of the tension began to build every second that neither of you moved.

“Hi?” You ask him. You mentally smacked yourself in the head for that comment. At this point of view, you can see that the, now real and very handsome doctor, eyes were a shade of blue that could take your breath away and-

“Oh, um,” Eggman studdered out a bit softer and less confident the what you have seen him in the show. “Hi.” He finally decided to look around at his predicament and examined your room.

“Where am I?” Eggman finally pulled you back onto the bed, creaking slightly from the unexpected new weight. Your mind finally snaps back into reality as the warmth from his hands fades from your hips, already missing the connection he had. You need to relax, and not freak out the poor man sitting on your bed.

“You’re in my room.” You finally managed to push the words out of your lips. His face turns to confusion and worries at all of the merchandise of not just his universe, but the main Sonic series as well. His mind mostly likely wandered into a ‘crazy fan’ mode and tried to back up. You perk up and lean back slightly, making sure to not fall off the bed this time, but also give him some space to relax. Ivo’s movements began to quicken as he still backs up, almost falling off the other side of the bed. He catches himself and looks at you with a face of slight panic and worry.

“What’s all this? Who are you and what-” You cut him off with a hand slightly raised, signaling to calm down and to relax. “Breath, please. I won’t hurt you.” You promised him as you instruct him through a breathing exercise. After a small bit of confusion between the two of you, you lead the poor man into your living room, hesitantly on his part, and led him down on your couch. Just walking into your kitchen to grab two white ceramic mugs, you hear him clear his throat.

“So, what’s going on?” You can feel his gaze on you as the first mug is filled with hot liquid, the steam coming from the filling mug as your brain thinks of what you should do. You switch mugs, taking out his mug for yours. You take a breath.

You’re in my house, and not in your multiverse.” Finally giving him some type of answer as his, at this point, huge bear paw-like hands, envelope the mug and took a small sip. You went to grab your mug as he commented on the choice of beverage you had given him.

“Hot Cocoa?” The question you as you at on the opposite side of the couch, holding what you liked to think, that at this moment was your liquid courage. You take a small sip and taste the liquid pooling into your body. You almost blush as you remembered the ‘CowBot’ episode where Eggman offered Sonic and Tails hot coco and messed with them, waiting for his machine to arrive.

“I thought you might like it.” You confess as he stairs back into his cup, pondering on his whole situation. He takes a breath and looks at you.

“Can you explain to me how I may have gotten here?” All you could do is nod as you start the long trek into the explanation of who is and on all of your knowledge on how he may have gotten here.

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The next few hours were, as you expected, emotional. You had to start with who you were, where he was, and leading him into the conversation that may or may not have caused way too much emotion for the both of you.

“So the main series follows Sonic and his friends, but mostly Sonic, throughout his adventures fighting his version of the doctor. There in the form of games.” He takes a sec and has a look that tells you to keep going. You explain all the story of how the franchise came to be from the nineties till the game you were kinda worried about. Sonic Adventure 2. You tell him the basic plot points and slowly explain how the Main Univers Doc’s Grandfather died along with his grandchild, Maira. He winces when you explain this and see that he’s shaking whenever the two popped up. When you explained that Shadow was made by his Grandfather, his mood perked up and he getting giddy and you have to admit, his cute squeal of figuring out that somewhere he could be related to one of the most powerful people on his island. You smile and after his cute reaction, keeps the conversation going with more information about the franchise. By the time you had reached the current point of the history of the franchise, the man had a lot of questions.

“So let me get this straight,” Eggman’s posture was lax as he was leaned back into the couch, making himself more at home for the time being. “You’re telling me that the main version of me has released a water monster god, a prototype of Shadow, that is a giant lizard, a god within the earth that’s made of darkness, and tried to play with time and space like it was a toy?” He questioned as he took another sip of his now lukewarm cup of cocoa, stroking his mustache pensively, looking at you for a reasonable answer on why he would do so. “Well the BioLizard thing wasn’t truly his fault, but the rest were planed. And I’m saying ‘planned’ with quotes because I don’t think for a second that he thought a few of those through.” You chuckle at the main Doc’s decisions. While you did think his plans were really good, sometimes you think he may have never really thought things through before going to start his plans. Doc downs the rest of his drink as you realized that your cup is still half full. He sets it on the counter in front of the two of you and leans back into your couch. You smile at the thought that he’s finally warming up to you. In all reality, he could take you down with a swing of his fist and run anytime, but having him trust you this much to serve him a drink and have a nice conversation did bring up some fuzzy feelings you have been trying to push down withing the last few hours.

“So I’m still confused, how did I get here?” Doc asks as he cracks his spin a bit to relax better. You take another sip of your dink and set your cup down. You look him in the eye with a bit of confusion. “I’m not sure. I just watch the DVD and you were the one to start seeing me, after the ending of your battle with Sonic and Tails, that white light appeared and you grabbed me before I fell off my bed.” You look towards him and blush a bit, your face now warm from the memory of the save. “Thank you for catching me, I don’t think a concussion would have helped the situation now, would it?” You try and make the small joke appealing to make it less awkward. He blushes and nods, a small ‘no problem’ slips from his lips as you can see he’s trying to not make eye contact and his cheeks, just slightly visible under his mustache, a small bit of warmth wraps around his cheeks. Your brain gets hit with a moment of clarity and you jump up from the couch and take a second to grab your DVD player from your room, bringing it back to him to study. “I’m not sure if this would help you get back home,” You start, “ But it’s a start.” You also hand him the note that came with the box along with the Sonic figure. He takes the figure first and rolls it over a bit, looking at the detail.

“So this figure and the note came along in the box with the DVDs?” He asked as he set the figure down as he grabbed the note. You blush and remember that wasn’t the only thing in the box. You almost had forgotten the figure of the living breathing man in front of you. You ask him to give you a second and hurry back to your room. Searching the room, you almost give up on finding the figure, until you spot it halfway under the bed. You bend over and grab the figure and examine it. It’s still the same figure, but less detailed now. It actually looks like how one of the box set figures is. Cheaply made and having a missing paint splotch here and there. It still was a good-looking figure though, just not as best made. You start your very slow pace back to the living room, taking a small bit of time to think about something. The Sonic figure was still the same as it was before the doctor arrived, why did the doctor change-. You stop mid-way in your hallway to finally piece a big puzzle together. The figure of the doctor was some type of catalyst for his arrival. Like a gateway to get here. ‘And now that the figure is back to normal, does that mean that the Sonic one-’ You didn’t finish that thought as you hurry back to the living room, the doctor just putting the not back onto the counter. He looks up as grabs the DVD player and sets it onto his lap. He smiles as you enter the room.

“ Hey, you ok?” He asks you as you sit back down next to him, gently grab the Sonic figure, cradling it with some care.

“I’m ok,” You answer with some melancholy in your voice. “It’s just that I’ve been thinking of something that just came to me.” You look over to him, Doc staring back, patiently waiting for you to continue. You take a breath and look him in the eyes. “The box set also came with a figure of you as well.” You explain as you gave him the small toy, his face going into a slight pout over the quality as he looks it over.

“I’m much more handsome than this.” He sulks over the craftsmanship of his figure compared to the one in your hand. You pat him on the back with your free hand, feeling him tense for a sec and then relax. You giggle at the line, remembering it from the 30th-anniversary comic. Your mood lightening up a bit at his reaction. “It was actually just as well made before you appeared in my room.” You explained as you rub your thumber gingerly over Sonic’s quills. Your mood dampens a bit. “I’m really thinking that the figure was the way-”

And a giant flash of white engulfed both of your eyesight. You scream as you feel a sense of weightlessness as you clutch the figure closer to you. Opening your eyes after that flashbang of light, as see that you’re in. You blink and take a look around. You try and gain a scene of where you were as you feel like you were falling down. You see Eggman trying his best not to scream as he is also in the same predicament as you. You look at this ‘tube’ as you decided to call it and take a look a the warping walls. They move with colors that remind you of the goop In Super Mario Sunshine. The colors of yellow, magenta, and white mixing together and making the whole experience feel like a trippy dip around a pipe. The tube had some slight aura to it as it was some type of fuzzy feeling in the back of your spine, not good but not unpleasant either. You look down past your now slightly screaming partner in crime to see a large warp ring that looked something right of the Sonic movie, looking to land right over some type of woods. You realized from the rate your accelerating from and the height from the ring to the ground would lead to more than a few broken bones.

Holding your breath and snaping your eyes closed as you wait for the pain to hit, the now cool air of the new land you arrived on pools into your skin as you want to feel at least a bit of joy knowing that right at the end, you feel cool. You never did feel the ground but instead a pair of arms holding you and the sensation of rocketing back up. Opening your eyes, you see Doc holding you again, having been lifted from the ground by two sleek black jetpack type of wings protruding from the back of his jacket. He looks down at you with a smirk and chuckles a bit.

“We have got to stop doing this.” He’s sarcastic, and the potential way of flirting, way of teasing sends you a bit more than tomato red in the face as you wonder if it’s the altitude of the comment that making it hard to think right at the moment. You almost didn’t hear him as he starts to talk.

“It looks like we’re flying over Seaside Island Jungle.” He starts to explain. “I’m going to fly us back to my lair and we can figure out from there what’s going on.” You look over his shoulder for a brief second to see the portal closing and finally dusting away with a puff of gold sparks. Looking back and see a breathtaking view, seeing the full grand scale of the island from up in the clouds. You can even start making out at sever locations from both seasons. You only think of what’s going to happen next when you see golden sparks emulate from your closed hands and feel a heavyweight in your arms and Doc quickly getting down to the ground, getting to be just at the end of ‘Nameless village’ as your reflexes grab on tightly to what you were holding onto. You both look down and see a very unconscious Sonic the Hedgehog in our arms. You look him over and inspect the teenager and see that he’s breathing, and in an ok shape. You look back at Doc and even he’s surprised by this addition to the group.

“Is he ok?”You question him as he gives Sonic a once over. You getting used to finally landing on the ground, stretching your legs after that small adventure.

‘He’ll be fine after some rest, but he looks exhausted.” Eggman questions as you scoop Sonic back up into your arms, being careful of his quills, making sure you don’t end up looking like a human banana peel. You look over at Doc and he looks like he’s, and you have to look a bit more closely at his expression because he looks, jealous? You ponder on that thought that the man might be jealous of the unconscious blue blur as the both of you set off into town, wondering where to go from here.

“Hey!” You hear a cry from in front of the, three? of you. You look up and see four multi-colored anthropomorphic animals. “What did the two of you do to Sonic?” Cried the two-tailed Kitsune. You see all three, with the exception of Amy, who at this point is trying to stop the trio, of Sonic’s friends close in around you. You give a panicked look to Doc as it dawned on you that Doc and yourself were about to be attacked by Tails, Knuckles, and Sticks.

Shit.

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[ordonianhero]

Linked Universe update

Authors notes: this is just speculations as to what may come to follow. Spoilers a head.

Still early part of the story

First- I highly recommend, if you haven’t yet, know that there is an archive that Jojo has created. So you can see all the story and where we are at. As well as looking back to. :) I been following @linkeduniverse since 2019. I wasn’t there when the very beginning of it started. So following this a little late in. Since a Q&A Jojo had did, the story is still in the very beginning stages. Though we have this whole part of the story plot. The characters journey in learning what they are up against. They are still figuring out their team work and such.

The big reveal

So since of Shifting shadows and the start of Sunset, I am in the speculation that we are nowhere near to any MAJOR character deaths just yet. Wolfie maybe down, injured at the moment. However, by no means is Twilight/wolfie dead. As so many are worried about. It however opens up now a situation where Wolfie identity (and Twilight’s secret) is revealed. How those who haven’t known yet respond to it- will be interesting to see at the least. Wild has said “it’s not like we haven’t seen the strange and bizarre.” Then Time had state to the others, “that’s not it. It’s the type of magic that shouldn’t be known to them.” On top of a conversation Twilight has had with Legend in devine dark reflection.

“I’ve had mixed reactions. Very recently it was panic and hysteria. Wolves are just not well received.”

So there’s that. Twilight is not dead. But his secret to the group will now fully be revealed. Also with the lizafo attacking wolfie when he is down is evidence of him not being dead. Just very wounded. Also the magic he is using is dark magic. Created by a group/ race of people.

The Title of the new arc, I feel is a hint of the end of this one battle they are in. The Darknuckle is from Time’s timeline- so most likely it will be him who knows how to take it on. Despite the effort that Four tried. I wouldn’t be surprised is we do see Four’s own secret being shown in splitting. Legend is proving he does have good leadership roll, but as Jojo has shared, “chooses to not be the leader type.” However he being the most level headed at that current moment. I assume is from his many adventures he had to learn to do.

Magic.

Many of the lads have magical abilities. So we could be seeing either Hyrule and anyone else using some magic, to help cut the monster hoards down. So their main attention is fully set on the darkknuckle. If Time hasn’t all ready taken that on, dink (darknut) will probably disappear to regroup his own troops and heal himself.

We are nowhere near knowing what is the cause of the attacks and the purpose dink has. Just they are happening in several eras the boys have portal too. The reveal of Twilight’s secret may also get the lads talking more about their adventures and their own hidden secrets. For those hiding stuff they haven’t openly shared.

So that’s basically my own breakdown/thoughts on with everything that’s gone down. I know not everyone will agree. However this why we share our thoughts on what has be shown so far. Feel free to share your thoughts down below.

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[canyouhearthelight]

The Miys, Ch. 131

Two things about this chapter:

One: I am a sucker for these domestic chapters. I love showing people being people, and weaving world-building and plot development into those scenes.

Two: I am currently doing better from a work-exhaustion perspective, thank you everyone who was concerned!  I actually took the day off the day before I wrote this and just slept as much as I could that day, because the last day I worked, I was literally swaying on my feet if I stood still.

As always, thanks to @the-raven-fae, @baelpenrose, @anotherusrname, and @charlylimph-blog for keeping me going, along with every. Single. Person. Who has found this story somehow and just binged it as fast as you could. I love when my inbox gets detonated by someone new, please never stop!

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“Have the shelter locations for non-combatants been shortlisted?” I panted as Tyche and I sat on the floor of the gym after an intense cardio and sparring session.

She shook her head as she took a gulp of water. “Not that I know of, but Xio hasn’t really told me anything yet.”

“You would think we would be told pretty quick,” I complained. “After all, we’re supposed to be putting together the rosters of who goes where.”

“We put together the lists of combatants and non-combatants.” She stood and held out a hand to help pull me off the ground. “Our part is done for right now, and we’re pretty far ahead of schedule, honestly.”

“This isn’t exactly the kind of thing we want to leave to the last minute.”

Tyche groaned. “Right about now, I wish you were planning the Festival still. You get crabby when you’re stressed and don’t have anything to work on.”

I scowled and made pincer-like gestures with my hands.  She just laughed and shook her head before I asked, “Are you and Antoine coming over for dinner tonight?”

“Only if you let me shower first. We both stink.”

There was no way I could argue with that, especially as I went to put my glasses on and caught a whiff of myself. “Showers, then dinner at twenty-oneish?”  As we exited the gym, I paused to let my eyes adjust to the far-dimmer lighting. Chills ran down my back every time I recognized the similarity to the nightmares Else had given me while trying to communicate, and I always had to spend a few minutes forcing myself not to step over debris that wasn’t actually there.

“Can we do vegetarian tonight?”

“You have to talk Conor into it.”

 A couple hours later, we were standing in my kitchen area.  Tyche was aggressively mashing chickpeas while staring down a nearly-flinching Conor.

I leaned over from where I was mincing herbs. “That isn’t what I meant and you know it,” I whispered.

“Don’t worry. I’m making him lamb, he just doesn’t know it,” she whispered back from the corner of her mouth. 

To avoid smiling and giving it away, I called out instead. “Hey, Antoine, can you come start the tzatziki? You’re better at it than I am.”

“If you would give in to the existence of salt, Sophia, you would be a much happier woman,” he teased with a serious face.

“I use salt!” I objected.

“At the end,” my sister pointed out. “He salts the cucumbers before mixing everything together.” She glanced back at Conor before arching an eyebrow at him.

Distraction time. “Love, how are the plans for the housing fabrications coming?”

“Your mate Arthur apparently convinced Huynh - somehow, it’s not like they talk - that we don’t need fortifications,” he groaned. “I keep trying to explain that we aren’t putting up fortifications, it’s for agriculture.”

“Wait, what? What does that have to do with housing…?”

He tilted his head side to side as he considered. I could almost see him rewinding. “We have several different blueprints drafted for housing, dependent on what we learn when we drop into ‘real space’. Lots of them include plans for those espell-things to grow on the side, but Huynh is pushing back. It’s holding up the approvals.”

“What does Charly think?”

“Anything that helps us grow more plants with less impact on the environment is a win for her, so I’m trying to take the long view. He can decide whatever he wants now, but she’ll go with the plants every time.”

Antoine appeared next to me, wiping his hands. “How would your plan work if there is a cavern system, as suspected, rather than a surface settlement?”

He conceded the point. “Still working on a sustainable grow-light system for that one. But if it works, we would have year-round crops, so it would solve for the problem of storage in the winter.”

The door to our quarters opened just then, and a very tired-looking Maverick paused to take off his boots. “What would solve for the winter storage issue?” he asked.

“Sustainable grow-lights,” Tyche tossed over my shoulder from where she was hiding the lamb.

He made it as far as the table before dropping into a chair and leaning heavily on Conor, who wrinkled his nose. “Mav, you stink.”

“Turns out grav-mechs are greasy, even in space,” he mumbled, nuzzling into the other man’s shoulder instead of taking the hint. “I hate calibrating them.”

“No dirty hands at the table!” I reminded him. He didn’t move his head, just held up two meticulously scrubbed hands. “Fine…” I surrendered.

“Why are we talking about grow-lights?” he asked.

“Huynh is fighting with me ‘bout the housing solutions,” Conor explained, stroking his hair.

“Ah… the plants?”

“Yeah.”

“Can’t you just make the plants where they can grow with less light? I thought you were already working on that.”

“They turned black, tasted horrible, and we ended up with a sentient plague,” I pointed out. “No more dinking around with plant genomes please?”

Tyche turned around, hands on her hips. “We are already trying to manage a food festival and a potential invasion by space-pirates. No more plagues. Knowing her luck - “ she jerked a thumb in my direction “- this one won’t be the apologetic and cute kind.” Apparently the words that just came out of her mouth registered, because she rolled her eyes and threw her hands in the air before turning back to her top-secret dinner plan.

I finally finished turning the pale green paste into patties and shoved them in the oven, removing the griddle that had been warming in there. Hefting it onto the heating elements that served as a stove, I started putting together dough for pitas. “So, grow-lights. What kind of light do we need for them to work?”

“Blue, ideally,” Conor responded without even having to think. “Four-fortyish nanometers. Weirdly red light, six-fiftyish nanometers works, too.”

“So explain the issue, because I feel like I’m missing something. Charly designed lights in both those colors.”

“Wrong wavelengths,” he explained, scratching the back of his neck. “And it’s apparently really hard to finetune the wavelengths of organic lighting. She’s managed to get it right, but only for about twenty four hours before it shifts too far one way or another.  We don’t want to depend on completely inorganic light, if Von is as metal-poor as we think it will be.”

“Can’t replace them,” I half-asked. He winked and shot me a finger-gun to confirm my suspicion. “Yeah, that’s a huge problem.”

“The star emits just the right kind of light, barely, so if we stick with surface settlement, we should be okay.”

“And that’s where the storage issue came up,” Maverick mumbled sleepily, bringing us back to the original question he asked.

Conor jostled him gently, and I heard something about a shower to wake up before Maverick padded off in the direction of the bathroom.  Right at the same time, Tyche reached around me to flip a pita before blowing her fingers and cursing softly.  Apparently, her secret was done, so I handed her the spatula and started rolling out more dough.

By the time Maverick came back with wet hair and a too-big shirt that had to be Conor’s, most of the food was on the table and we were ready to eat.  Conor started grumbling about no meat and how could us weirdos eat a meal with no meat when he was interrupted by Tyche clearing her throat. His head snapped up and his jaw dropped.

“You! You are the sneakiest, most beautiful sister in law I could ever ask for,” he extolled dramatically as he saw the platter of lamb skewers in her hands.

She moved the platter out of his prodigious reach as she approached the table. “There’s a catch. You have to at least try the falafel. By itself, no lamb. Then you can have the meat.”

Maverick, more awake now and with half a sandwich already in his mouth nodded. After chewing and swallowing, he nodded again. “It’s really good, I swear.”

I pretended not to notice that he grabbed a skewer off the stack.  Then again, Maverick also wasn’t a grown man who still had to be bribed to eat vegetables. Usually, he had to be bribed to eat meat actually.

Conor, on the other hand, took the falafel pita that Tyche made for him and eyed it skeptically. “I feel like I need to point out that this isn’t a sandwich, this is what you put on a sandwich.” His hesitancy lasted about as long as it took for Antoine to stand and pick up the platter before he took a huge bite out of fear that the lamb would be taken away. He chewed frantically until Antoine put the platter back down, before he actually registered the taste.

I wanted to laugh at the confusion that flooded his face as he stared down at the sandwich in his hand. Finally, he swallowed, but the confusion didn’t stop.

“That’s…. Actually not bad. I thought vegetarian food was supposed to be bad?” He flinched when dual glares were thrown his way by me and my sister. “I didn’t mean it like that! I just meant - you know what, I’m going to shut up and eat before you two ladies decide I’m for dinner tomorrow night.”

“Very wise course of action,” Antoine confirmed solemnly as he carefully spooned tzatziki on his own, onion-loaded sandwich.

Still shaking my head, I started making my own food when I realized something. “I thought we made a lot more falafel than this?”

Tyche smirked but didn’t say anything. Neither did Antoine, focused on his own meal. Maverick however, was suspiciously quiet. I glanced over at him, only to see him staring really hard at his plate, which now had three empty skewers on it.  As my mind caught up, I actually found the sight kind of adorable.

I must have stared too long though, because Maverick muttered pathetically. “I was hungrier than I thought.”

Kissing the top of his head, I put another pita on his plate. “Baby, we made more than enough. Eat all you want. I just don’t want you to choke, that’s all.”

A long-fingered hand with slightly ginger hair on the back put a skewer on his plate. “Love, we can’t eat all this, you’re fine.”

“I always make enough food for ten people when you two are eating,” Tyche confirmed, not even looking up. “Teenage nephews in the Before. Lots of practice.”

He slowly looked up at us, and realizing that no one was angry, just surprised, he looked less afraid and sat up straight. Conor patted the top of his hand before deploying one of his weaponized, thousand-watt smiles. “C’mon, I’ll show you to make one with the lamb. You’re gonna need a lot of onions for this…”

I groaned, setting off a round of laughter. I wasn’t against onions on a sandwich, but they didn’t have to sleep between two men with onion breath.

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[delimeful]

WIBAR Intermission: New Friends

winner of the first july patreon poll! thanks to @legendsgates for allowing me to sneak in a brief cameo of their alien species, cetarfreka!

previous intermission episode | start of WIBAR

warnings: violence, fear, tension, ptsd episodes, injury mention, being held hostage, misunderstandings, deception

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It was about halfway through their trading circuit that the vidcomm from the Mindscape popped up.

Remyy perked up instantly, Patton’s distinctive singsong voice clear even from half across the main bay. They dropped to their feet and tucked all their wings tight against them to signal that anyone in the way should swiftly get out of the way. Those in the bay who knew them cast strange glances in their direction as they hop-skittered across the floor.

Remyy couldn’t blame them; this was probably the fastest they’d moved all week. They usually maintained a much more casual demeanor for the sake of their reputation, but in this case...

“Patton! Babes, you’re really okay!”

“Remyy!” The Ampen fluffed up, a pleasant glow filling the room around him, face pinching up happily.

In this case, exceptions would be made.

The Obrxyx currently managing the comms sighed at them, unimpressed. “You have this one, then?”

“Sure do,” Remyy drawled, still leaning between xem and the monitor so that half their face took up the comm screen. “We go way back, I’ll get them docked.”

They waited impatiently for xem to move to a different comm terminal, adjusted the seatpad so they could be seen properly through the comm, and promptly started complaining. “I can’t believe you guys, holing up in that rinky dink ship for so long with only voice calls to tell everyone that you were okay! Where’s the gossip? Why in the universe would you keep it from me?”

Patton’s hands jerked, and the comm screen wobbled, blurring his expression strangely for a moment. Remyy tilted their goggles slightly for a better angle, but by the time the mobile communicator stabilized, any change in demeanor had vanished.

“Be careful, Rem,” Patton said teasingly, “it almost sounds like you care about us or something.”

“Funny,” Remyy replied dryly, “I’ll have you know that I’ve just been missing Logan’s high quality deathbrew, none of that sentimental garbage.”

Patton laughed at them silently with his gaze alone. Innocent, naive Ampen, their ass.

“Are we cleared to dock y-- Is that Remyy?” Another voice from offscreen dropped abruptly into horror, and Remy’s eyes narrowed in gleeful amusement.

“It sure is, gurl,” they called, “and the Remyy in question seems to recall a certain bet that was never paid up on. 30 cenals, cough ‘em up.”

There was a loud groan, and then a thump that shook the comm slightly. Patton spent a moment staring at something with a confused frown, and then seemed to get it, nodding. He turned back to them very seriously.

“Sorry, Roman can’t come to the comm right now,” he informed them. “He, uh, died. Very recently. And tragically."

Belatedly, he put on a sad expression, antennae drooping. Remyy raised their eyebrows, unimpressed.

“Uh huh. Well, I suppose I’ll just have to join in on the funeral rites once I get down to help carry the goods over, huh--?”

“No!” The voices of both his friends overlapped, making the comm audio fuzz harshly for a moment. Remyy’s secondaries flared slightly, taken aback at the vehemence.

“Uh, I mean, we don’t have that much,” Patton hurried to patch up the awkward pause. “How about we meet you in the docking lobby instead? You can get Roman’s credits there.”

“Hey!”

Remyy’s ears angled back with displeased confusion, but they acquiesced anyhow. “Hurry up, then. And make sure Logan brings my brew!”

Whatever it was they were hiding, Remyy was sure they’d be able to weasel it out of them in no time.

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After grabbing a short meal and a boring haggling session between the Mindscape’s crew and the cargo manager of the Starwinder, Remyy finally got to learn about what had happened to Patton during his disappearance.

It wasn’t pretty.

Their senspatches felt dry at the mere thought of Patton stripped of his coat and forced to starve because of it. It was beyond lucky that the remaining two of the trio managed to find and free the Ampen from the harvesters before it was too late. If anyone could do it, though, they believed this crew could.

Patton had grown quieter and less fluffy throughout the course of the tale, with Roman and Logan taking turns delivering a well-practiced explanation of the events. Seeing as these were extenuating circumstances, Remyy submitted to cuddles just this once, allowing the small alien to bury his face in the folds of their leathery armwings.

They took a moment once the story was over, casually and completely unintentionally folding more of their wing over Patton. “That bites, babes.”  

“Yeah.” The Ampen hummed in response, mouth pinched strangely. “I… I’m really grateful that I got help when I did.”

Logan set a careful hand on Patton’s back, though the motion almost came across as less comforting and more… cautioning? Remyy’s senspatches flared up slightly as they tried to read more into the situation.

Before they could really investigate, though, Roman was leaning forwards and grabbing the edge of their arm to get their attention.

“Remyy. We’ve been having something of an adjustment period. Drop it, please?”

They flickered their ears at him dismissively, but really… looking at the small crew, they could see a sort of wariness reflected in their stiff posture, the way the three of them constantly cast glances back to the dock hall that would lead to their ship. Trying to make sure they had a quick exit. Whatever the details of their experience, it was stressing them out to lay it all out in the open like this. Remyy could understand that.

“Fine, whatever,” they sighed, sipping at the bitter brew Logan had thoughtfully provided. “I suppose I’ll keep my awe-inspiring ability to root out interesting tidbits to myself for now. I can just grill Lo later.”

The three friends slumped in relief, and Remyy turned their face away slightly to allow them some privacy to recover. They probably wouldn’t appreciate it, that was mostly an Elimtran thing, but it was the effort that counted. They cast about for some other topic to distract. What else had they heard about lately… oh!

“Have you all heard the stories about the rogue Human going around lately?”

There was spluttering, and they turned back to see Roman seemed to have inhaled mid-drink, and was now muffling coughs into his shoulder. Patton studiously avoided eye contact as he patted the Cravon sympathetically. Logan shifted one arm out from where they were politely tucked away, looking intensely intrigued. Strange, he wasn’t usually one for gossip.

“We have not,” he stated, hands twitching in preparation for his thought weaving thing. “Would you care to elaborate?”

“Uh, duh,” they replied, trying not to think too much on the rather extreme reaction.  If the crew was really so stressed, it made sense that news of a Human would freak them out. Shit, they sucked at this. Gathering information would make them feel more secure, yeah? “It’s been circulating at some of the more shady ports we’ve been to, rumors that a small-tier smuggling ring recently managed to rise through the ranks just because they got their hands on a Human and knew how to use it to their advantage. That much is like, okay, horrifying to know that there’s still Humans out there in the outer ranges, but whatever, it’s under lock and key.”

Patton clung to their wing tighter. They paused, deliberating on whether or not to continue.

“I assume, going by the fact that you called h-- it a ‘rogue’ Human, that's not the case anymore?” Logan supplied, waving for them to proceed.

“Well, yeah. Apparently, it tore through practically half the group members before escaping, and now people are reporting cases of a bloodthirsty Human all over this quadrant. Not that the calls are accurate. It’s just hearsay,” they made sure to add. “It might just be someone trying to work the local governs into a panic, put pressure on the Council for this or that political maneuver.”

Logan didn’t respond for a concerning amount of time. “Right. Of course, that is plausible. Still, thank you for the information, Remyy. We will… keep it in mind.”

Remyy sunk lower in their seat, regretting bringing the topic up at all. “Mm. You do that, babes. Remember the stats, too. There’s a warrant out. Sooner or later, the Council will probably find whoever’s at the source of the rumors and put them to rights, Human or not.”

“That’s… great,” Roman got to his feet abruptly. “I think maybe we should head out soon. We’ve got that next landing to prep for, after all. Holmao isn’t known for its gentle terrain.”

“What?” Remyy’s secondaries flared slightly as they stood up too, abandoning their drink and dislodging Patton. “You just got here! Aren’t you at least going to catch a night’s rest? No offense to your ship, but the arti-grav ain’t exactly stellar.”

“That’s why we need to do more jobs! Save up for better arti-grav installation, right guys?” Roman’s voice seemed slightly frantic. Remyy suddenly remembered what little history the Cravon had shared with them, and swore mentally. They really, really shouldn’t have brought up the Human.

“Ro, look, I’m so--”

Their voice abruptly cut off as a cool line of metal pressed between their wings, right against their life vein. They saw as Roman’s eyes locked on something behind them, scales rising to a prickling stand quicker than they’d ever witnessed before.

“Nobody move,” a voice behind them called in clear, precise Common. “Or you get to bleed out right after this one.” The flat of the blade pressed harder against their back, and they couldn’t stop their ears from flattening completely in terror.

“Let them go,” Roman demanded, halfway to a snarl. Before he could even take a step, though, more armed strangers were swarming into the lobby, barking orders for the few other people currently in the room to get down. Expression dark, Roman held his arms out in a gesture of compliance, though his scales continued to stick out in a defensive bristle.

Raiders, it had to be. Remyy knew they knew the reptilian symbol that was engraved in each of the strangers black masks, but they couldn’t remember the group’s name for the fear flooding their mind, keeping them frozen in place.

One of them kicked Patton clear away from Remyy’s legs, and the Ampen let out a short shriek of pain before clapping his hands over his mouth. The raider behind Remyy laughed, apparently unconcerned about any alarms being raised, but Remyy was more focused on the way the Mindscape crew exchanged panicked glances, Logan kneeling next to Patton and subtly signing something in Crav’n.

“Now, here’s how this is going to work.” The one behind Remyy gestured with their other hand, which Remyy could now see was holding a paralyzer. Raiders were known for using them to get information, since most aliens could take a few shots from one before succumbing to the pain. “You’re all going to line up against the wall while we search your vessels, and in exchange, nobody has to die, got it?”

Remyy could only look straight ahead, so they got a clear view of Patton’s furious glow dimming down to horrified in an instant at the leader’s words. Whatever the three of them were hiding, it was hidden on their ship, and apparently not well enough.

They ran their tongue along their teeth for a moment, debating, and then wiggled their ears slightly, loosening the grip their goggles had until they were slipping down their face slightly. Only their upper eyes were exposed, but with any luck, it would be enough.

It wasn’t long till they managed to make eye contact with a nearby raider; the leader was the one giving orders, after all, and they were being held hostage by said leader, so it made sense that eyes would stray in their direction.

The moment they locked gazes, Remyy flickered their pupils and let their senspatches slowly pulse. The raider took a moment to bob their head in confusion before becoming visibly more relaxed, and Remyy didn’t waste any time. 'Circle around and attack the one holding me.'

The raider swayed slightly for a moment before moving to obey, a side effect of not being exposed to the full hypnotic effect of their eyes, and Remyy had a moment to feel hopeful that maybe they could actually pull this off.

“Grahh’m, what are you-- Oh, you little shit,” the leader spat, moments before a strike to the side of Remyy’s head had them seeing stars. They heard Roman growling furiously, still forced to the ground under threat of gunfire, and hoped that he wouldn’t do anything stupid. He wouldn’t be any use if he was convulsing from pain.  

“I should have known better than to leave an Elimtra awake and armed, hmm?” The leader flipped them to their back, pressing a knee to their chest and crushing their secondaries uncomfortably against the floor. A moment later,  their other hand was shoving their goggles harshly back over their face.

Remyy gagged slightly as all the air was forced from their lungs. “Probably should’ve, ye-- eah,” they replied, struggling to inhale again.

“Funny.” There was a glint of silver uncomfortably close to their eyes. The knife. Remyy regretted the snark. They regretted the snark so much.

The leader paused. “Oren, is it the eyes or the little spots under them that do the hypnotizing, do you recall?”

There was a pause, in which ‘Oren’ seemed to have no answer, and Remyy realized with a chill just what was being threatened. The leader considered them for a moment, and then pulled their dark mask further up to cover more of their face.  

“I suppose I’ll just get rid of both, hmm?” The knife wavered closer.

Across the room, there was a loud crash, and a strangled yell that cut off as quick as it started. Remyy watched as the leader’s head jerked up, and saw the moment that the severe frown on their face abruptly transformed into utter terror. Hurriedly, the raider stood back up, and they were pulled up along, shoved in front of them like a shield.

It didn’t take long to see why. Across the lobby, near the entrance to the dock halls, a tall, slender figure was holding the remains of what must have been a seatpad. The rest of it appeared to be lying crumpled along with the limp raider that had been closest to that entryway.

The whisper spread through the room as quick as any small-town rumor: Human.

The being was scanning the eerily-silent space, and when it reached the spot where the leader stood, accompanied by Remyy and friends, it’s lips curled up into a vicious snarl, teeth on full display. It moved forwards in a way Remyy could only describe as predatory, and the leader went tense behind them. “Stop that thing, now!”

One raider, either damn brave or damn stupid, charged right in, and received the rest of the seatpad to the skull for their efforts. Remy winced at the sound. This seemed to be the signal for the rest of the raiders to converge, and the room descended into pandemonium.

In the thick of it all, the Human-- for what else could it really be?-- continued to advance, unrelenting. It wasn’t as fast as some aliens Remyy had met, but it didn’t need to be. The way that it stalked through the room radiated threat like an oath, and when opponents did dare to stand in it’s way, the blows were vicious and crunching, often leaving splatters of residue on its skin.

Most frightening of all was the way it handled the paralyzers, which should have driven any creature with pain receptors to the floor. Each time a shot landed on the human, it would tear the spiked prongs out with a twitch and a grimace and just keep moving.

By the time the leader realized that a strategic retreat was long overdue, it was already far too close for comfort. Remyy heard a swear behind them, and then they were being shoved, hard.

They caught a glimpse of Roman moving, and then they found themself busy tripping directly into a Human’s warpath. So much for surviving this.

They folded their wingarms over their head in some paltry attempt at defense as they fell. There was a grunt, and then a hot grip on their shoulders, all-too-close to the base of their secondaries and stars above were they going to have their glider wings torn clear off--?

“‘Scuse me,” the Human muttered in Common, and then lifted Remyy clear off the ground, easy-as-you-please, and set them down to the side. It brushed past them, heading straight towards Roman and the others, and Remyy stared after it.

Rather than continue after the leader, who had been thoroughly pinned by Roman and was currently swearing viciously, the Human stopped in front of Logan and Patton and dropped to a crouch. Remyy jerked forward, but neither of their friends seemed keen to jump away or defend themselves. In fact, Patton looked to be carefully headbutting the Human’s chest, and Logan was speaking in low, comforting tones. Even stranger, the Human seemed to be listening.

The circuits connected in their mind, illuminating a truly outlandish conclusion.  

They whistled lowly, drawing all the attention in the room to them. “Listen up, babes. As a subsect representative of the Council, I’m authorized to do my thing here, so I’m gonna need everyone to follow my directions.”

“Remyy, what?” Roman asked, and was thoroughly ignored. A nearby Cetarfris protested from where they were practically pressed halfway up the wall, red eyes wide and patterned tail thrashing in terror.

“Are you genuine? Do you not see the Human right there?”

Remyy clicked their tongue in reproach. “Gurl, do I not have enough eyes for you or somethin’? I will handle the Human. What else is the Council good for?”

“Uh, governing?” someone else muttered. Remyy ignored them, too.

“I need all the raiders that haven’t already jetted in holding cells immediately. I’m sure there’ll be a hefty reward for members of this particular gang, even if they’re small fries, so anyone who pitches in can get some of that bounty. And remember, keep your mouths shut about this unless you want to be up to your orifices in paperwork at best. If you have to gossip, keep names out of it or I'll know who snitched.” Remyy shifted their goggles up on their forehead, turning to the Human and ignoring the thick tension in the room. “I’ll escort the Human to proper captivity. Roman, Logan, Patton, with me.”

As expected, the mere fact that the Mindscape crew were accompanying seemed to put the Human at ease, even if just slightly. Now, came the bit that would make or break the lie. They moved forwards slowly and reached out for the Human’s shoulder, tugging slightly at it as though this wasn't the creature that had just plowed through a band of raiders like they were dust in the wind. “C’mon, babes.”

After a pause, the Human followed. The relief in the room was palpable, and Remyy was no exception. They liked a good bet as much as the next guy, but generally preferred when there weren’t so many lives at stake.

See, the thing about being a species that was somewhat infamous for their hypnotic abilities was that everyone assumed you were using them, even if you weren’t. This tended to lean more in the direction of being a bad thing, but in this case, it helped Remyy tremendously, as nobody cast a second glance at them as they guided the docile Human through the lobby.

That might also have been because nobody wanted to be in the same room as a rogue Human for very long, but such was the way of things. Small details.

Soon enough, they reached the dock halls, and Remyy swiftly led the four of them onboard the Mindscape. They closed and locked the connecting port after them, and resisted the urge to collapse in relief.

Instead, they turned around to assess the rest of this mess.

It was quite a scene, and at first, they seemed too busy amongst themselves to even notice Remyy.

The Human was curled in on themself in one corner, looking pallid and ill, but also coiled so tightly it looked like they were one wrong word from fleeing the quadrant. Positioned firmly in front of them, Roman was audibly rattling from head to tail, moving on automatic as he bodily prevented the other two from approaching. Remyy would have thought the gesture was for the Human’s sake if not for the way Roman angled his own body, like he expected to be attacked from behind at any moment.

“It’s not safe,” he uttered over and over, gaze haunted. “It’s not safe. You have to hide.”

Patton warbled in wordless distress, and Logan gave up on trying to pull Roman away, instead simply holding his ground and speaking to the Cravon, calm and firm.

“This isn’t then, Roman. We’re here, and that is Virgil, and he is not going to hurt us. We’re safe. We are on the Mindscape. We are safe. Observe the space around you. Can you tell me five things you see?”

Remyy waited unobtrusively as the two of them slowly coaxed Roman back into the present, bit by bit. When he hunched over to be closer to his shorter friends, Patton carefully grabbed his hand, rubbing small circles into it in a soothing gesture Remyy wasn’t familiar with. “You with us, Ro?”

Roman signed something with his other hand, too quick for Remyy to grasp, and Patton smiled, a bit sad. “We’re okay, but there’s a little bit of a situation going on with Remyy, remember?”

Roman glanced at them, and then to the Human, who was still vibrating violently. Remyy had thought it was barely restrained anger, at first, but the longer they watched, the more it seemed compulsive, more fearful than furious. It only increased as Roman’s attention fell heavy on him.

“I didn’t mean to,” the Human said, voice as shaky as the rest of him. “I swear, I-- I just heard Patton yell, and they had weapons, like-- I… I didn't want to hurt anyone. I’m sorry that I-- that I did. But you guys were in danger. I couldn’t just... leave you to that.”

He sounded almost resigned, like he was trying to plead his case but had already accepted deep down that it was pointless to fight his sentence. When Roman turned away from him, his thoughts only seemed to be confirmed, and his face dropped another shade as his gaze darted over to Remyy. He seemed apprehensive, not that Remyy could really blame him. Poor guy probably thought he was about to be surrendered to law enforcement.

“Remyy.” Roman’s voice sounded wrung out, and from Patton’s concerned expression, the Cravon probably didn’t normally force himself to speak after episodes like this. “Virgil isn’t-- He’s better here with us. He doesn’t... deserve to be subjected to the Council just because he decided to... to save us.”

The Cravon opened his mouth as though to say more, but the words didn’t come. Instead, he signed something short and planted himself in a sitting position in front and slightly to the side of the Human, even as his scales still shivered. ‘Virgil’ was staring at him like he’d grown a second head.

“Roman’s right!” Patton took the opportunity to jump in front of them like the universe’s smallest, cutest guardian angel, cloak and ruff fluffed up stalwartly. Most effective of all was the Ampen’s ‘I’m-not-mad-I’m-just-disappointed-at-your-life-choices’ look. “Virgil is part of our family, and I’ll fight you about it!”

The Ampen’s tiny glare wasn't nearly as alarming as the assessing look Virgil cast over them, like he thought Remyy was really going to try and fight Patton and was prepared to intervene. They resisted the urge to cast their lower eyes up in exasperation. Who would fight Patton? There was no reward, you’d just end up feeling bad. And also end up getting totally trashed by a Human, apparently.

As always, Logan was the one to get it first. He stepped forwards, extending a hand. “Before you take any legal action against our crew member, I’d like to see your Council identification.”

Remyy’s cheeks bunched up smugly as they stretched their armwings out in front of them casually. “That’s too bad, Brainiac, ‘cause I totally don’t have any.”

There was a brief pause. “What, you guys really thought I was some kind of narc?”

“You lied right to all those people’s faces?” Patton asked, somewhat aghast. Roman shot them a dirty look at the deception, but he also let all the tension leak out of him, so Remyy counted it as a win. Logan simply looked exasperated.

“Not completely. I’ve got connections to get their bounties called in quick, and I ‘handled’ the Human, didn’t I? It’s not my fault if they misinterpreted things.”

“This is all you’re going to do to… ‘handle’ me?” the Human asked, looking uncertain, a little suspicious, and even kind of bewildered. “Just… let me go? What’s the catch?”

They really did roll their eyes up this time. “Babes, I’m covering for you. Seeing as you literally just saved my beautiful face, and these losers vouch for you, I figure you can get some benefit of the doubt. Besides, I’m not done with you all just yet.”

The four of them studied Remyy with varying levels of wariness, and then confusion as the Elimtra strolled past them all to head further into the ship.

“If you think you’re going anywhere before you tell me all about how this whole situation came about, honey, you’ve got a big storm coming.”

#sanders sides #space au #wibar #ts remy #ts roman #ts patton #ts logan #ts virgil #watch it burn and rust #wibar intermission #wibar int: nf #writing #my writing #im so tired... zzz #this is the first time ive ever written remy so please be nice #i had fun though ;w; #i cant think of any more tags i hope you guys enjoy! #zzz

[rubysunnday]

No. Six

A/N: i actually wrote something, bloody hell (no, this isn’t Umbrella Academy despite what the title says)

Growing up in Birmingham wasn’t pretty.

Literally and figuratively.

Growing up in a family of six was even worse.

Over her nineteen years of being alive, Y/N Shelby had often wondered who or what she’d wronged in a past life to deserve being the youngest of a family of idiots. When Polly used to make her go to church on Sunday – something she’d stopped doing as soon as she could because if God was real, why was the world so shite? – she often silently asked what she’d done wrong and how she could fix it.

It wasn’t that she didn’t like her family – love was a very strong word, one that wasn’t said… at all, really – they just drove her up the wall.

Ada was the one sibling who rarely managed to annoy her - the two only succeeding in driving each other insane twice and, even then, it wasn’t for long.

Her twin brother, Finn (who was only ten minutes older but seemed to think he was a whole year older), was the main culprit behind her exasperation. He wasn’t the brightest tool in the toolbox and it often led Y/N to wonder how on earth he’d survived nineteen years on the planet without even coming close to dying.

“I didn’t mean to stab myself,” Finn muttered as Ada prodded the stab wound, he’d somehow given himself whilst chopping carrots. “I thought it was the carrot.”

“Well, they do have a similar resemblance,” Y/N replied. She was sitting on the kitchen table, legs swinging back and forth, as she tried not to enjoy her brother’s pain too much.

Finn turned his head to glare at her sister, regretting it almost instantly when he accidentally looked at his very bloody hand. “Oh, fuck.”

Arthur sighed and handed Finn a bucket, begrudgingly rubbing his back as he threw up. “Alright, you’re fine.”

“Somewhere out there a tree is working very hard to replace the oxygen you consume,” Y/N said, scooting across the table, away from Finn. “Now go apologise to it.”

“You’re one too talk,” Finn groaned, head in the bucket.

“Finn, love, everything that comes out of my mouth is pure gold,” Y/N replied, picking up a piece of chicken from the plate next to her. “You lot just never fucking listen.”

“Y/N, you’re not helping,” Ada snapped, taking a moment to glare at her sister.

Y/N licked her fingers and sighed. “I know… I’ve just got nothing better to do than annoy you lot.”

When Finn wasn’t causing complete havoc in the household, it was usually John.

Despite being married – twice – and a father to far, far too many children, John still acted as if he was a child. Y/N had lost count of the amount of times she’d been woken up by John falling down the stairs because he was too drunk to remember that they went around a corner.

Out of all four of her brothers, however, John was – not that she would ever admit aloud to anyone – her favourite. He always seemed to know when she needed cheering up or when she need someone to take her mind of things.

As a rule, the Shelby’s were not a very affectionate family, but John was the exception to that rule. He gave the best hugs – the one’s that could almost piece every broken part of you back together again – and he wasn’t afraid to show his soft side to his siblings.

That didn’t stop him from being a complete twat, however.

“I was going to ask how, but then I remembered I don’t care,” Y/N said, frowning at John who had, somehow, managed to get his car wedged between a wall and tree.

John sighed, hanging his head. “Y/N, for once in your fucking life, can you just help and not make a sarcastic comment?”

“John, you’re the one who taught me to be that way,” Y/N replied, jumping down from her car and walking over to him. “Besides, what exactly do you want me to do about it?”

“I don’t know!” John yelled, throwing his hands up. “Fucking fix it?”

Y/N sighed, leaning on the bonnet of her car, crossing her arms. “Have you tried pushing it out?”

“Yes.”

“Driving it forward?”

“Yes.”

“Moved the branches?”

“Yes.”

“Have you tried reversing it out?”

John paused, frowning slightly. “Ah, fucking hell.”

“You’re welcome,” Y/N called, jumping back into her car. She reversed it back far enough for John to reverse his car out – albeit with a lot of screeching and swearing from both him and the car.

Tommy and Arthur never, usually, caused an issue.

Well, for Y/N, anyway.

The age gap between her and her two oldest brothers meant they’d never really gotten close or had a chance to actually be siblings. Y/N rarely talked to them since neither one was around much, both off running the company.

She saw more of Arthur than she did Tommy. She normally saw him at the Garrison when she was working – because god forbid a woman who wasn’t married be allowed to work for the Shelby Company – and she was often the one to kick him out and send him home.

Arthur was more of a parental figure in her life than a brother. Y/N didn’t remember her mother and had no recollection of their father ever being in their lives – all she remember was Arthur being the one to look out for her.

“Evening,” Y/N said as Arthur sat down at the bar, taking his hat off and burying his head in his hands.

“Mmhm,” Arthur muttered, his head dropping onto the counter with a loud thud.

Y/N turned around, setting aside the glasses she was drying, and grabbed a fresh bottle of whiskey and two glass. She placed them down and poured the whiskey out.

“On the house,” Y/N said, sliding the glass over to her brother. “Well, since you own it, it’s your own shit so who cares.”

She reached over and clinked her glass with his as Arthur looked up at her, a puzzled expression on his face. Y/N looked at him and raised an eyebrow as she swallowed the sip of whiskey she’d taken.

“Oh, what?” Y/N asked, knowing the look on her brother’s face never meant anything good.

“You’re not usually this nice,” Arthur said, picking up his glass.

“Well, I am to Polly and Ada.”

“My fucking point.”

Y/N smiled, chuckling as she finished her drink. “Well, being the youngest of six does mean all concept of ‘nice’ goes out the fucking window.”

Arthur chuckled, shaking his head as he downed his drink in one, slamming the glass back on to the table. “You know, it’s still weird seeing you in here, working… living. I keep thinking you should be back at the house, in bed or getting ready for school. Yet, here you are, wearing John’s old shirt and trousers –“

“Nah, this is your shirt,” Y/N corrected.

Despite what many people thought, Y/N wasn’t opposed to the skirts and dresses her aunt and sister wore. She just didn’t like them as much. It made running and breaking up bar fights considerably harder.

Y/N had realised that Tommy and Arthur never really bothered to mend the shirts and trousers that got holes in them. They just threw them out because they had the money to just buy new ones. Y/N – who had never quite gotten to grips with the fact they had money now – always rescued the clothes from the bin or pile of scraps and mended them enough to let her wear them.

They were always far too big, but she just rolled the waist band up or wore a belt with them and it tended to do the job.

Y/N slid the bottle of whiskey over to Arthur and nudged his hand. “Don’t seem so surprised. I never quite got over the fact we don’t have to be frugal anymore, so I took your old clothes – and Tommy’s, too – and mended them up and wore them myself. Besides, I look a lot hotter in these than I do a dress. I think it’s the waist band, it does wonders for my hips.”

Arthur scoffed, shaking his head as he poured himself another dink. “Y/N Shelby, you are a fucking wonder to me.”

“Why, because I’m nothing like you or Tommy?” Y/N asked, drying another glass. “You don’t see it, Arthur, but I’m a lot more like the both of you than you think. I can just hide my hatred of the world.”

Tommy was, if Y/N had to say, the sibling she had the worse relationship with. Over the years she’d realised that she was far too like her brother for them to ever get along because Tommy just constantly saw himself in her. She would’ve loved to have a better relationship with him – she was always envious of how close Ada was with him – but eventually just realised it would never happen.

Because Y/N was the spitting image of her brother, she just hid it all better.

The one and only time Y/N and Tommy had a meaningful sibling moment that didn’t involve yelling and screaming at one another was shortly after Grace had died. Y/N hadn’t seen him in weeks – he’d disappeared off the face of the earth entirely without a word – but she’d found him one night, sitting on a hill, by himself.

She’d been out riding, gotten lost and – long story short – had somehow found herself at Tommy’s house despite starting out over ten miles away.

Tommy had looked up as she rode up to him and had frowned slightly, looking around to check that it was, indeed, night time.

“What the hell are you doing here?” He asked as she walked up to him.

Y/N waved a hand. “Got lost, long story. More importantly,” she said, kneeling down opposite him and warming her hands in front of the fire, “why are you moping up here in the cold?”

“Doubt you’d understand, Y/N,” Tommy muttered, taking a sip of his flask.

Y/N sighed to herself, sitting cross-legged on the cold grass and leaning back on her hands. She looked up at Tommy, eyes scanning him. “Tommy, you’ve probably heard the same fucking apology speech a dozen times this past week from a dozen different people. None have helped because you blame yourself for what happened.

“Our family isn’t one for affection and, well, for being nice to each other. We never used to even be able to have a conversation without screaming at one another so, whilst I’m almost certain you are high, I’m going to add this one to the list of successful conversations.

“Tommy, look. Life is… shit. But we all knew that already. It doesn’t get any easier. It gets a whole lot worse. Losing Grace will be one of the hardest things you’ll have to live with, and you will always run that moment over in your head, wondering ‘what if?’. But, what’s the point in dwelling in the past so much you forget what a gift the present is.”

“And what fucking gift is the present gonna give me, eh?” Tommy asked, glancing at his sister, his tone cold. “My wife is dead, because of me.”

“Yet your son is still alive.”

Tommy’s cold eyes flicked up to look at Y/N. His brow furrowed slightly as he took in her words. He raised his cigarette to his lips and took a long drag of it.

“Tommy, we don’t get to decide who lives and who dies, despite what you think,” Y/N said quietly, leaning forward, her face being lit up by the fire in front of her. “Nor do we get to decide who tells our story. But, your son, is still alive and breathing. If anyone is going to tell your story and be the one to continue on your legacy, it will be him.”

Y/N stood up, dusting the leaves off the bottom of her jacket. She gave Tommy a small smile and turned around, walking back to her horse.

Tommy watched his sister as she rode off without another word, leaving him and his thoughts alone once more.

#peaky blinder fanfic #Peaky Blinders #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders imagines #shelby sis #shelby sister #sister!reader

[niymoi]

First, I want to say hey gworl hey! It’s the first rant on here and I am excited. We on another platform because, IG wasn’t serving me anymore. You know how you just grow out of things and want bigger and better? That’s how I felt. I always wanted a blog even as a kid. Growing up I watched talk shows, listened to radio stations, wrote books on wattpad, etc etc. My favorite class was anything that had to due with English! I just love to talk and write. Which is why YouTube is another passion of mine. YouTube isn’t as easy as having a blog. You have to film,edit and post. Sounds easy but it’s NOT. Editing is a whole obstacle chile. But don’t worry, I’ll get there. I meant it.

Anyways, let’s get into some rants. Shall we?

Also, these are posted between the hours 11pm-2am.

I’m going easy for the first night.

Midnight Rants

It’s super crazy to me how you go through different chapters in your life. Or levels as some would say. Every week you’re going through different emotions, obstacles, etc etc. I’m currently going through that right now. I’m like a caterpillar that’s shedding and shedding and soon I’ll be THAT butterfly. The butterfly I want to be. So until then I’m just shedding. One day, you’re fine and everything is okay. The next day, shit falling apart and you like damn, can I live? (Inserts Joseline tiktok: I mean what the fuck? Can I live? Can I live?) But, that’s just how life is whether we want to accept it or not. We look at people on these social media apps and think they living a perfect life and that’s WRONG. Everybody goes through shit, BAD shit. Im gonna do a whole rant about social media btw because it’s very much NEEDED. With that being said, never feel bad for going through bad. ESPECIALLY, if it’s out of your control. You’re strong, you’ll get through it. We will. Don’t forget to be kind to yourself.

Step into your inner child. I truly stand behind this 100%. Ever since I’ve been doing the things I loved doing as a kid, there’s been a little ease I feel in my heart. I started writing and reading again(as I mentioned earlier) and chileeeeeeee, my head is leveled. I’m feeling better. Those are therapeutic activities anyway but, I loved them always. You just grow up and stop doing shit you love to do. I hate that. I also started making up fake dance routines to songs now. LMFAOOOOO! No because I loved that! Getting together with your cousins and making a whole dance up to a song. Also, I use to kill any Just Dance game on Wii. Going against me was gonna cost you! Moral of the story, do all those things you loved to do as a kid. It helps.

I’m putting y’all up on game though!

As some of y’all, well most of y’all should know that I hate my job. I’m taking some time away from it and stepping into jobs and other things that are in my interest. I was mentally ill at that job and you don’t understand me unless you been at that point with a job. It was mornings, my body was not getting out of bed knowing I had to be somewhere I HATED. Every time I stepped foot in that place I just felt a black cloud come over me. Every day I was getting sicker and sicker. I couldn’t take it, I started not going to work. Thinking about it, it’s like damn not going to work and you got bills and priorities? But one thing I’m gone do is put my mental first now. Especially as an adult. I already lost myself and it took some major time getting me back. I’m not even 100% back so, what the fuck I look like letting a job take me a couple steps back? Money is nothing, It’ll come to me. I’ll go find better and make it back. Which I did. I just felt myself going into a dark ass place day by day. I knew I was better than a rinky dink ass job. I felt like I served my purpose there already and it’s time to bounce. Now I’m just using them because they drained everything out of me. Nevertheless, I’m using my skills and knowledge into stuff that’s gonna really take me far in life. Never stay anywhere you’re not appreciated,don’t feel welcomed and that’s no longer treating you how you should be treated. That goes for anything in life!! Bet on yourself every time.

I never talk about relationships lol. I want to start because I feel like, it’s a lot I can say about them. Truth be told, I haven’t been in many in my life. I’ve always been a long term ass girlfriend. I really be riding out with a person until I am mentally ill. (I obviously have attachment issues leave me alone.) Now I honestly want to say, the first time a person do something you don’t tolerate, LEAVE. I’m not talking about petty shit that can be resolved and talked about. Communication solves a lot of petty problems so be an adult and save the relationship if it’s worth saving. On the other hand, don’t keep trying with a person who doing you super dirty. They cheating? Bye. They don’t want to stop doing kid shit. Bye. They ass crack was out? Bye. Like cmon now. Don’t accept shit you don’t tolerate. Let that person follow by your wants or it’s curtains. Put your foot down and STAN UP. STAN UP! And stop crying over them. Especially if that n*gga or whoever can’t feed you. You shedding tears on an empty stomach. I know that shit growling! Trust me.. I know.

Any errors, just ignore. I’m not editing anything. This raw, uncut and straight from the noggin.

Song of the day below:

Because she says “Yeah I got to puff up my chest, give it a rest on to the next, pick up my attitude. I’m always doin’ the most, bitch let it go, stop wastin’ time, back on that grind and move. Stay movin. Just keep it movin.”

And that’s period. Because, I hate that I dwell on shit. Time waits for nobody. You gotta keep it 🅿️ushing.

[simpmeon]

Red: Sunlight

Pairing: Any Demon Brother x Gender Neutral MC, Diavolo x Gender Neutral MC

Genre: Angst/ Smut

Word Count: 4k

Rating: R

Warnings: Cursing//  // Blood // Violence 

A/N: SO SORRY ABOUT THE LONG AWAITED SECOND TO LAST CHAPTER OF THIS SERIES! I APPRECIATE ALL THE LOVE AND SUPPORT!!!! I was having a lot of mental health issues and between working two jobs and falling out of Obey Me for a hot minute, I just never found the time or motivation to continue the story. BUT!!!! I FINALLY DID!!! (I kinda speeded through writing it so it may not be the best in actual writing but plot? A+) ENJOY!!!!

You loved him. Since the minute your feet hit the smooth stones of the RAD Student Council Room, you were lovestruck. He was the ray of sun that shone brightly against the never-ending night of Devildom.

Maybe dying was the best thing to ever happen to you. Because without the darkness, you would have never found your sunlight.

The Fall // Rebirth // Betrayal // Companions // Revenge // Sunlight

Dying is something that should not be familiar. You should not be familiar with the sensation of your soul slipping through the living world’s veil and the now cold darkness of death. Can you die twice? Where will you even go? You felt like you were swimming in syrup, darkness covering your senses. You could see your wings lifted high above either side of your head, your arms swaying lazily through the darkness. You could hear your name being said over and over, but you could never make out who or why it was being said. Your body was cold. Everything waes cold. Through your stupor you can see the familiar white glow of life casting a soft shine on your face. You can see the light start to fade slowly into the darkness of the void around you, almost as slowly as you descended further and further into the substance that enveloped you. You closed your eyes, trying to except the fact that this is the best option for everyone. Maybe your death should be a permanent fixture.

After all you disgraced the great prince, and will probably disgrace the great king. You’re a monster. Nothing more and nothing less. 

Monster...

The word felt like a whisper. You do not even know if your mind said it or not. 

N...not..... 

You could see light hitting your eyelids, turning your vision red. Sweet death has you wrapped around their hand once more. 

Not a monster.... 

The voice was clearer than before, as if the person who was speaking to you was closer to you. You slowly opened your eyes, and saw the bright white light illuminating your feathers. You could barely make out the shape of a face in the light, but there was one there. 

Y/N please....you’re not a monster....you were never a monster. 

You suddenly got s shot of adrenaline as the face became clearer and you could see his face. Diavolo’s face, laced with concern, tears falling down his cheeks. You knew he was never an angel, but surrounded by the halo of light, he looked like one. He was in his demon form, the horns twisting in the shadow of the light. You could feel the warmth of his hands on your cold body, a hand cradling your head, another wrapped around your lower back between your lower wings. 

You struggled against the sticky substance that kept you bound to your descent, trying to force an arm free to touch him. You struggled so much and so hard you broke a sweat and tears stung your cheek. You felt an arm break through the substance, as if you were breaking through the top layer of water in an ocean. The air was cold around your arm as you continued to drive yourself through the liquid, chasing the light and the man who made you feel whole again. Perhaps you were another Icarus foolishly chasing after the sunlight, refusing to accept your death shall you actually touch the light. Your head breached from the liquid, your wings following. They were twisted and mangled, but they knew where to carry you. You clumsily spread them and twisted them against the strong wind of the void, tears streaming as your clawed your way through the air streams, nothing but the warmth of Diavolo keeping you strong. 

No you can’t die. Not yet. You had a beautiful prince to marry, a kick ass demon form...a chosen family who loves you more than anything in this world. The light was becoming blinding to you now as you went deeper and deeper into the warmth. A smile spread across your face as his face got closer and closer to your arms. 

You could feel your wings stretch out as you picked up speed to hurtle yourself into Diavolo. He was sunlight in the darkness of the ocean. His love for you is like sunlight when all hope is lost. Your wings gave a triumphant flick, as if they shed an old skin and are new. The void around you disappeared as your vision was covered in light all around you. You felt warm again. You felt alive again. You closed your eyes as you flew at top speed towards the man you will have a forever with. 

Y/N .....please come back to me... 

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There was sharp intake of breath as you shot awake, the crisp Devildom air burning your lungs and esophagus. Your arms acted without your command and wrapped themselves around Diavolo, your sobs drowning out anything he could say. All he did really was gingerly wrap his arms back around you, his gentle fingers toying with the feathers of your wings. 

“Y/N....” He whispered into your hair as the sobs started dying down. “Please tell me this is not some cruel joke....” 

“Diavolo.....it’s me.” You pulled back from his arms to get a good look at his face and the state he was in was heartbreaking. His auburn hair was tossed about, scratchy hairs have sprouted on his chin, and the dark circles under his eyes highlighted his amber eyes, making them almost glow against the darkness. He looked so withered down and exhausted. He breathed a sigh of relief, some of his own tears falling as he brought you into his arms again. His skin was warm to the touch, and after the bitter cold you were just suffering in, to have him wrapped around you like this was comforting. The silence between you two was comforting and suffocating. So much needed to be said, but both of you were too tired to say anything, more interested in tracing patterns in between each other’s shoulder blades. 

“How long has it been....” You finally asked, your cheek against his chest. He sighed again and kissed the top of your head, playing with your hair. 

“Almost a month. You know it would have been a month tomorrow on the dot but now I’m left to suffer at the thought of you being in a coma for 30 days, you couldn’t have waited until tomorrow to make it a nice even number?” He jested, but the joke had a somewhat hollow tone to it. 

“A month?” You whispered. You could not believe that almost a month has passed since you were last wrapped up in his arms. That’s when you took to notice the scenery around you and you felt a wave of shock rush through you as you saw the familiar tree and the canopy bed. You looked over at your desk that has remained untouched since you left Devildom as a human, only to return as a demon. You were in the House of Lamentation, but the walls seemed too quiet for your liking. 

“Where is everyone?” You asked Diavolo, trying to lift yourself from the mountain of covers, a panic swelling in your chest before Diavolo stopped you with a soft, yet curt push back down into the bed. 

“They’re at RAD right now, no need to worry.” Diavolo responded, kissing your cheek. Your cheek felt warm from where his lips connected to your skin. Comforting in your state of shock. “They’ll be back soon enough, and I’m sure each one of them will do their checks on you.” 

“Checks?” You asked, looking at his tired eyes. 

“Yes my love, one of them comes in for about fifteen minutes at the top of the hour. Just to check your vitals or if it’s Lucifer, he usually takes about forty five minutes debriefing me on any new news in Devildom while also checking on you.” He explained, smoothing the hair out of your face. His fingers were feather light against your skin. 

“And where were you during all this?” You asked curiously, already knowing the answer. How can you not, with the state he was in. He let out a small chuckle before placing his lips to yours softly.

“Praying for you to wake up. Imagine that. The future King of Hell...praying. I swear Lucifer almost wet himself when he walked in on me doing so. Thought I was going to burst in flames.” He chuckled, your noses rubbing together gingerly. “The damage done to your body was so severe I was surprised you even managed to breathe.” 

You stared at him, puzzled. You felt okay now, certainly not the greatest, but you have been through much worse in terms of pain. 

“What do you mean-” You asked, trying to sit up again, but Diavolo pushing you down again. 

“Well after you broke a certain brother’s arm into over a thousand pieces, you just started clawing at yourself and then shot straight into the air. Of course there’s a glass ceiling in the royal ballroom so there was quite a bit of damage from the glass, and with the cold air I’m pretty sure that did not help matters. Of course I immediately followed you, the brothers could take care of the party with Barbatos and Simeon. You’re flight pattern was super erratic and I could barely keep up with you. You started yanking out your feathers by the fistful and that’s when you suddenly dropped. You were far higher and farther away than I was, so I pushed myself to get to you in time, but unfortunately you already made impact with the ground. I still don’t understand how you survived the fall, the crater that you caused was at least sixty feet in length and twenty feet deep. With my heightened senses I could hear that you were very uh.....broken to say the least." Diavolo explained, slowly climbing in bed with you gingerly. All his movements seemed to be calculated as if he were afraid that one slight dink to your body will crumble you again. He hasn't been this careful since you were a human.

"How broken?" You asked, now understanding your overall throbbing pain. Even though you heal exceptionally faster as a demon, the damage done must've been severe for you to take a month to heal.

"Um....your back took most of the damage so aside from your wings being rendered virtually useless, you also completely shattered most of your spinal column. Your ribs were also cracked in various places as well. Same with your legs and arms. Also there was damage to your skull. So let's just say that the answer to that is extremely broken. I've never seen a demon take so much impact before and survive..." He said, facing you under the covers. He sweetly kissed your lips, the exhaustion finally catching up to him with every sleepy blink he took. "You really are one in a million."

He slowly wrapped his arms around your body, being super careful of everything, bringing you closer to his chest. Words can't describe how much you missed him. His heartbeat quickly synced to yours and within seconds he was fast asleep. You slowly drew patterns on his back and hummed a tune, kissing his forehead every now and then to remind him that you were still there.

The only thing that broke the tranquility of it all was when you heard a soft knock at the door. Diavolo started to stir slightly, but you hushed him to sleep.

"Come in." You responded. At the sound of your voice the door damn near fell of its hinges as your ex lover entered the room. You hissed at the man and motioned towards Diavolo, who was still wrapped up in your arms. The brother gave you an apologetic look and softly closed the door behind him, leaving nothing but the three of you in a suffocating silence. Diavolo mentioned that some brothers take longer than others, but that they rotate every hour to make sure that you're okay. He coughed to try to break apart the silence in the room but you genuinely had no idea what to say. Luckily, you didn't have to say anything as he slowly made his way over to your nightstand to lay the ring on the string next to your desk.

"Oh?" You asked, suspicions rising with the action. He glanced at you for a moment and swallowed hard.

"I knew you were here when I found this in the hallway. You always wore it around your neck because you were worried that you would lose the ring somewhere...." He explained, shuffling from one foot to the other. Despite the obvious tension in the air, he managed a soft smile. "I remember making fun of you for it-"

"Save the nostalgia." You growled, making him recoil for a second. He blinked in surprise at your words, but deep down your hatred with him was deserved.

"I'm sorry..." He whispered, turning his back to you. You know better than anyone that tears were forming in his eyes and thats why he turned around. "I'm the reason you're down here."

"Yep." You replied, not even regarding his emotions. He flinched at your words, but you did not care. Why should you? Clearly he had no regard for yours.

"Im sorry Y/N I just got lonely-"

"Do you think I wasn't? I had everyone lining down the damn block to get in my pants in the human world and I still remained loyal to you and only you. I didn't slip up once. I put in the effort. I put in the time to try to make this work between us. But you decided to not only completely ignore me but also cheat on me with a new bitch every year?!-"

"Its not my fault you didn't want to marry me."

Now you were pissed. Had Diavolo not been sleeping peacefully in your arms you would have slapped the ever living hell out of the man before you. He realized he struck a nerve when your aura started taking shape. The air around the room became significantly hotter and if looks could kill, this man would die a million times over.

"I- I'm sor-"

"You always fucking say I'm sorry, but I'm starting to doubt you even mean it. You know why I didn't want to marry you? Because I wanted to think things over. Make sure you were who I truly wanted and desired. I'm now glad, elated even that I didn't have to become your partner." You spat the last sentence out with so much acid you could feel the hole they made in his heart. He was livid now.

"What the fuck did you have to think over? You would have been happy here. We all could have been a big happy family, so tell me Y/N what did you have to think over? You know its really funny to me how you preached about unfaithfulness when you yourself were in love with another when dating me."

"I loved you."

"No you didnt!" He yelled, throwing your books off the shelves, leaving claw marks on the stone, tears flowing freely now. "You never did! It was always Diavolo that you were madly in love with since the beginning!"

"You don't know that!" You yelled back, standing up from the bed, demon form out. It hurt. Your own form seemed to be rejecting your body, but you will not back down. He let out a low laugh, shoving you back down onto the bed with force. You hissed in pain with just his hand making contact with your chest.

"Diavolo......" You whispered hoping to stir him slightly. The brother was sauntering over to you, clearly enraged now.

"Diavolo-" You said louder, shaking him slightly.

"Everyone did. You really played me like a fool , I admire your acting skills for that. You played everyone. You even played yourself as a lovestruck idiot for me, but we all really know who all the kisses, all the sweet nothings, all the breathy moans into the night were really for." He hissed, his demon form shuddering into view. He placed a claw into your arm and dug deep, making you yelp. Blood started trickling down your arm at the contact. "Now say his name."

"DIAVOLO!" You screamed out, and in a flash the brothers body was hurtled through the walls of the House of Lamentation. Diavolo stood in front of your body, arms out protectively. The brother stumbled to his feet , anger rising within him.

"I don't want to hurt you. You know that more than anyone. I would sooner forfeit all my abilities than harm you or your brothers. However...lay a finger on them again and I will not hesitate to hurt you." He stated, eerily calm. The brother growled in defiance, but refrained from charging the room again. His other brothers held his arms back, but there was an energy that radiated through the two rooms. It was as if an invisible line had been drawn in the sand, and you were trapped on one end.

Did you love Diavolo since you met him? Yes.

Did you also fall for the brother and his family? Yes.

You did the only possible thing you could think of at that moment which was stand up, shifting out of your demon form and resorting back to the broken and bruised form that you had before. You put Diavolo's arm down and before he could sputter out a protest, you gave him a look that could silence God himself. You slowly inched your way around the rubble, pulling your blanket tighter to your body with each step.

You felt like a toddler walking around for the first time. One of the brothers sensed your general unsteadiness after not walking for a month and gently guided you to the brother who was being held back. He merely glared at you, but his demon form also subsided. Even though four years have passed since you had an actually good look of his face, and weren’t trying to break it, the two of you can still almost read each others thoughts. Communicating with minute changes in expression always made the brothers not notice what you were conversing, and even now they're just as clueless. Even more so now that he puts his hand behind your back to steady you as you two made yourself over to his bedroom.

You shut the door behind you, the last time you did so was because you two were about to pleasure each other until one of the brothers would barge in and threaten to whip him for a thousand years, even though you're the one who initiated it most of the time. You slowly let go of the door handle, swallowing the pride you had and facing him. He spread out on his bed, his eyes never leaving you. The tension in the air is palpable at this point. You both continued to have your silent argument, until you slammed your fist against the door, causing the door to splinter underneath you. He flinched at the sound.

"For once in your goddamn life can you admit that you were wrong?!” You whispered sternly. You wanted to scream it out, but you also didn’t want to attract Diavolo and the rest of his family. “I vowed  on that day to love you until the end of time did I not?” 

He scoffed in response, crossing his arms. You walked over to him, squaring up to match his height as best as you could. 

“Did. I. Not?” You emphasized each word, never breaking eye contact. He let out a growl, but one look from you silenced it. 

“I might recall you saying that.” He admitted, although forcefully. 

“I loved you. I really did. I was committed to you and only you.” You said, grabbing his hands in yours. They felt the same as they did four years ago. “So why? Why did you not do the same?” 

He shoved his hands out of yours, crossing his arms again and crashing on the bed beneath him, but he wasn’t doing so out of annoyance this time. He was trying to keep himself from crumpling. 

“Because....I was trying to fill a void. I fell in love with a human of all creatures and I loved every second of it. But....around here. It’s more acceptable to fuck multiple humans than to settle down with one. At least....that’s what I told myself. I thought by not talking to you, you would get mad at me. I hoped that every call you made would be the last one. I screwed around with the other exchange students, but....Alex is different.” He explained. You quirked an eyebrow at him. He sighed and ran his hand through his locks before continuing. “The redheaded exchange student. They’re different. They feel different than the others.....” 

“Good different?” You asked, taking a seat next to him, relaxing now that he’s talking to you again. You saw a fond smile on his lips, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. 

“Yes. They’re the closest thing to filling that void. That’s why I completely ignored you....I thought you would just forget about me. So you didn’t have to be hurt by my actions. I wanted you to have a better life....one where you weren’t trapped in a relationship with me.” He admitted softly, wrapping his arms  tighter against his body. You felt him shudder next to you, followed by a sniff. You looked over and saw that he was crying. “Guess I fucked that one up too.” 

“Hey.” You said, making him look at you with his teary eyes. You didn’t even hesitate, you just slowly wrapped your arms around him and held him there. He tensed up at your touch at first, but slowly sand back into it. You slowly rubbed circles into his back. You weren’t going to forgive him so easily, but right now he just needs the comforting touch. “What you did was shitty as fuck. Seriously. But....I’m glad you found someone.” 

He simply nodded, the two of you attached to each other. Moments like this would usually be so calming to both of you, but now the feeling was foreign. Not exactly bad, but not quite the same.  

“I guess I’m glad you didn’t end up with some rotten human....” He whispered. You nodded your head and pulled away from him. “If anything....Diavolo is a great guy...I hope he treats you better than I did.” 

“Thank you...” You said with a small smile. “...I’m sorry for what I said at the party and five minutes ago....” 

“No no no. I’m sorry for what I said.” He responded. 

“No what I said was far worse.” You challenged with a slight smirk. 

“Did that fall cause brain damage? I- oh wait I know what you’re doing.” He started to counter, but realized immediately what you were trying to do. Just like old times. You both let out a laugh, finally feeling better now that the tension is gone, and a more comfortable silence replaced it. 

“So... are you going to marry Alex?” You asked, looking back at the brother. He seemed to ponder the question for a while, fidgeting with his fingers. 

��I was planning on asking them tonight....” He responded awkwardly, coughing into his hand. Your eyebrows shot up in shock. “They’re currently at Purgatory Hall, seeing as you took over their bed.”

“It was my bed first anyway.” You snubbed. He chuckled at that. 

“What about you and Diavolo?” He asked. You blinked and looked at him. 

“What about us?” You asked. He looked at you like you were a complete idiot, another laugh escaping. 

“Are you two getting married?” He asked again, a small smile on his lips. You parted your mouth to say something, but the doors to the bedroom swung open dramatically and in strutted Diavolo. 

“I-”

“If you think I’m going to sit here and propose to you in front of your ex boyfriend, you’re dead wrong.” He responded, outstretching a hand to you, a smile as big as could be stretching his face out. You let out a genuine laugh, grasping his hand gently as he slowly pushed you into his arms. Not the typical proposal you would assume Diavolo would do, but there was something so entrancing and comforting about him that you couldn’t say no. You loved him. Since the minute your feet hit the smooth stones of the RAD Student Council Room, you were lovestruck. He was the ray of sun that shone brightly against the never-ending night of Devildom. 

Maybe dying was the best thing to ever happen to you. Because without the darkness, you would have never found your sunlight. 

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