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backjustforberena · 2 months
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NURSE JACKIE - 1.7 "Steak Knife" requested by @whiskeywithrayna
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up-thereinthesky · 9 months
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don't fuckin' move ... and what a waste that would be (for @lewmagoo)
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anonymergremlin · 5 months
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idk why but I’m curious on what p would be like if him and the inventor!stalker!reader had a kid maybe they adopted one?
You know this one was unexpected. 😳 But not unwanted! Well… I CAN imagine them adopting a child a few years later. Maybe one who lost theur family in the disaster. A child who needs a lot of love and understanding parents.
So what would P be like? My first thought is: the kind of parent who is also the child's best friend. Even after a few years of learning more about humanity and himself, he is still a little clueless about certain things. Don't get me wrong, he has learned a lot about 'life' and living in a society, but he will never go through all the stages of a human life. Most of the time he will ask his lover or other family members (like Venigni, Sophia and co), what he should do. What is important when it comes to interacting with a child? What is the right thing for him to do during certain moments? What can he say and what cannot? There is a lot to think about. But in the moments when he doesn't have to think about it, he just acts like himself. Gentle, supportive and curious. P is a special but good parent figure who tries to learn together with his child.
Say what you will, he would look so cute carrying them, playing with them or just spending time with them.
I hope you like my thoughts. They are not much, but maybe I will have more in the future.
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itevilhag · 2 years
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Clara and the Doctor(s) | doctor who parallels
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mustangs-flames · 9 days
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I think I'll be releasing the redesigns for HTB characters in tandem with each Part as it's added. So, when the Part 1 rewrite begins this weekend, I will drop the 1994 designs for Mark, Cesar (+ mimic!Cesar), Lieutenant Cian, Sergeant Rebecca, and The Deer the same day the first chapter is uploaded. So anyone who wants to make art (please don't feel you have to though!) has references available <3
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asoftepiloguemylove · 9 months
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Your web weaves are incredible!!! Just ahh!!!!!! If you’re not super busy could I maybe request one about friends being your found family?
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Trista Mateer / Stephen Schwartz / 엔하이픈 / Lorde A World Alone / Matt & Ross Duffer Stranger Things (2016-2024) / The Amazing Devil Drinking Song for the Socially Anxious / Eden Robinson Writing Prompts for the Broken-hearted / 엔하이픈 / Taylor Jenkins Reid The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo
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jessfandrawer · 6 months
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And that is all that love's about And we'll recall when time runs out That it only took a moment To be loved a whole life long
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As my single, humble offering for VashMeryl Week, I present Vash and Meryl dressed as Wall-E and Eve for Halloween.
I hope you enjoy.
@vashmerylweek
Mood music 😉: First Date - Wall-E
It Only Takes a Moment - Hello Dolly
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lovemewednesdays · 3 months
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Izzy Hands - Holy Revival (by the incredibly talented @garbomode)
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pokemonprideflags · 7 months
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perhaps a lesbian flag from a pawmi if that works?
the lesbian flag color picked from pawmi and shiny pawmi
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chaotic-on-main · 1 year
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No Regrets | CanonAU One-Shot
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☾ Pairings ➼ There really isn't one in this, but we all know where it'll lead yeah?
☾ Content/Warnings ➼ underground Levi, low-key violence
☾ Author's note ➼ Uhhh my cute aggression might have come out in this one. To be honest, part of me is like, "take this idea and make it into an enemies to friends to lovers fic" and I feel like that's just the devil talking right now because I'm not even done with Unspoken Words at the moment. Time will tell. Also pretty much all of the dialogue and actions, minus the ones made by the OC, are taken from Gun Snark's manga No Regrets. I'm sure y'all are familiar with it. I just wanted to see what would happen if I placed a character to be canon compliant. So uh. Here? Enjoy?
☾ Word Count ➼ ~1.9k
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“Erwin, are you sure about this?” You whisper to your blonde-haired leader as you, him, and your other squad mate, Miche wade through the crowd. The Underground, as always, reeked of dank mildew and smoke. Mid-afternoon proved to be the busiest time of day as merchants yelled over at each other and patrons alike.
“Trust me.” Erwin affirms, as if that would be enough to explain why you and the rest of your team were down here in the first place. You glance over to Miche for any sort of further explanation, but he just shrugs at you and continues on Erwin’s heels. A sudden crash piques your attention and you’re quick to swivel your head in the direction of the noise. There’s a barrel containing some sort of purplish liquid falling to the ground as a merchant shoots off his gun.
“Damn it!” He shouts. Then someone else is slammed into the ground with a hard smack, and you hear him wheezing as the air in his lungs is forced out of his chest by a short figure standing on top of it. He’s in a long dark cloak with the hood down. You only see the back of his head, a wispy black haircut with an undercut creeping up his neck.
“Erwin, is thi-” You glance at your Erwin with a raised brow.
The culprit in charge of all the commotion is already running off. No, not running. He’s flying off. Along with two other cloaked figures trailing close behind. Your ears perk at the familiar whirring of ODM gear. The leader twists his head and even from far away, you can feel his hard stare on your little group. When you look back at Erwin, he has a small smile playing on his lips.
“Let’s go.”
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As always there were no explanations, only orders. The wind on your face would have been welcoming had you not been enclosed in rock in all directions. You find yourself zipping through the buildings and stalactites. Three figures zoom around in front of you attempting to escape your chase. The one you saw mere moments earlier, the leader you assume, circles around a large stalactite in a maneuver that for those who were not trained properly would have had difficulty following. Fortunately for you and the rest of the team, you've been in the scouting regiment for a while. Without any hesitation, you clip yourself on to the rock and circle around as well with grace. He was doubling back. Smart.
“Split up. Miche, Astrid, with me.” You grunt in response and continue to tail Erwin’s billowing cape. The rest of your squad members vanish down alleys that you just now realize two of the three hunted had disappeared in. You squint as you notice the one you currently follow zip down another alley up ahead.
“You two, go. I’ll cut ahead.” Erwin orders at you before flying off to your left. You tighten your grip on the controller and speed up. Miche disappears behind another wall and then you’re alone. For a moment, it’s just you flying through the alley with nothing but the wind roaring in your ears. Then, you spot a flash of dark fabric in your peripheral and you twist your body accordingly to follow. When you turn the corner, you see him. There he was with his hood down and as he walked with his back turned to you in a casual manner. 
“Hah! Got you!” You shout before tucking yourself into your body and slamming into him. Your eyes widen as you notice he had already pulled his arm up to guard from your attack. His eyes flash with something and you notice a moment of hesitation, but it wasn’t fast enough for you as he grabs you from the back and flips you over to slam into the ground. You choke as you feel the air out of your chest escape quickly from the impact. You groan and slowly sit up in time to see Erwin come from above in full force. His surprise attack grants him the opportunity to fling the mysterious man into the wall next to him. Miche lands behind him out of nowhere and gives you a quick glance.
“You okay, Astrid?”
“Yeah,” you cough again. “Yeah, I’m fine, just winded. Jeez dude, you didn’t have to throw me so hard.” You force yourself to stand even though your back felt like it was on fire. You attempt to stretch out the pain but end up wincing from it instead. Throwing a thumbs up in Miche’s direction though, he nods in response then looks back at Erwin.
“You brought him down, Erwin?” There’s a silent pause.
Then, “No.” And as quick as lightning, the man that had flipped you over was now running towards your leader with speed you’ve never seen before, holding some sort of pick in his hand. Erwin is too slow to pull his sword up to block but luckily Miche was able to step in quickly, using his blade to protect Erwin's face.
“Stop! Look around you!” Miche shouts out.
“Leggo, you bastard!” A feminine voice shouts out. You turn your head to see your other squad mates with two people in their clutches.
“Don’t waste your strength, Isabel.” The girl, Isabel, is actively squirming to try and escape while the one who just spoke stumbles ahead with a disappointed glare.
“Squad leader, are you all right?”
“Yes, you both did well.” Erwin gives you and Miche a nod and with that you step over to the detainee and grip his bicep tightly, making sure to lock his wrists behind him with a wooden board first. He shoots you a seething look but doesn’t shake you off. If daggers could form from his silver eyes, they would surely kill you on the spot. In response, you give him the sweetest smile you can muster before dragging him over and forcing him on his knees next to his other friends who have been forced to do the same. He hits the ground with a grunt. You stand next to Miche behind them in case they decide to flee.
“I have some questions to ask you.” Erwin steps up in front of them. “Where did you get your hands on this?” He holds up the controller grip. Nothing but silence. You eye the trio in front of you, at Isabel’s choppy red hair and the other boy’s sandy-blonde. You can’t see their expressions from where you stood but you could feel the rage radiating off their bodies.
Erwin continues, “Your vertical maneuvering skills were excellent. Who taught you?” Stark silence again. Erwin’s eyes shift over to the raven-haired man. “You are the leader, right? Have you ever received military training?” Nothing. You huff impatiently and stare up at Erwin. Nothing was going to get through them with just words. His blue eyes shift to you quickly with a warning look of 'don't'. You roll your eyes but say nothing. He glances back down to his captives.
“That is the face of a man… who wants to kill me and escape.” Erwin states. He looks up to you and Miche when he says next, “I’d like to avoid any rough treatment if I can.” 
You take a moment to glance at your squad mate, but he just gestures forwards, as if to say ‘all yours’. You grin at him happily then in a flash your hand’s knitting into the man’s dark hair and you shove him down into a puddle that just so happened to be there. His head hits the wet ground with a splash, him no longer on his knees but now laying on his stomach. You hear him grumble as he forces his head to the side so he can look up at Erwin’s dark gaze.
“I’ll ask again. Where did you learn vertical maneuvering?” The man’s hard glare matches Erwin’s, but he still says nothing. You tighten your grip in his hair and are about to push his face in the murky water even more when the girl named Isabel shouts out.
“We didn’t learn it from anyone! You think we’re gonna let a civil servant push us around?!”
“We figured it out so we could survive in this dump! Anyone who doesn’t know what sewage tastes like couldn’t understand!” The other captive yells, a cutting glare aimed at Erwin. You can’t help but snort at the insinuation that you’ve never tasted shit in your life. Quite the assumption of theirs, you think. The head you had clenched in your palms shifts so they can stare up at you. Now dark gray eyes bored into yours with malice. You can’t help but smirk down at him.
“Yes? Want to say something?” You taunt him. You’re met with a sneer, but he still says nothing.
“My name is Erwin Smith. What are your names?” When no one answers, you yank the captive’s head up with a jerk but not before pushing his face deeper into the puddle as you do so. He comes up, sputtering at the dirty water he had accidentally let into his mouth.
“I applaud your determination. But keep it up and we’ll move on to your comrades.” Erwin’s voice is stern. When you look over to the other two still on their knees, your squadmates have their blades loosely up against their throats.
“If you’re gonna do it, do it!!” Isabel screams, eyes narrowed over in your direction.
“You bastard.” A deep voice grumbles from below your grip.
“Ah, he speaks.” You tease again. He doesn’t acknowledge your comment, instead glaring at your leader who is now stepping closer to him.
“What is your name?” Erwin asks, his voice now soft.
“…It’s Levi.” You let go of Levi’s now soaked hair and take a step back. He takes this moment to sit himself back up on his knees, his head bowed slightly to keep water from dripping into his face as he looks up. Erwin takes another step forward and then pushes himself down onto the ground on one knee so that he’s level with Levi.
“Levi. Would you make a deal with me?”
“Deal…?”
“I won’t ask about your crimes. In return, you will lend me your strength, and join the survey corps.” You whirl around to face Erwin with your mouth agape.
“Erwin, wha- are you sure?” His gaze shifts to you and nods. You press your lips together into a thin line. You knew you were down here for scouting reasons, but you had no idea that it was for this.
“If I refuse?” Levi grumbles, his shock mirroring yours.
“I turn you over to the military police. Considering your crimes, I don’t think you or your comrades can expect decent treatment.” Erwin nods over to Levi’s friends. There’s silence as Levi considers this. You notice a shared look between him and the sandy-haired one. 
“Choose whichever path you wish.” Erwin states with finality. You see Levi gritting his teeth as he shoots you a cold stare. You give him a playful smile in return, despite your reservations about this plan.
“Very well. I’ll join the survey corps.”
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thestarvingspitoon · 7 months
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Love the idea about the friends coming over 👀 it got me thinking, what if all those friends also had hunger kinks?
They try to hide it when my tummy rumbles in front of them. One friend glances at my starving tummy and licks her lips. Another smirks, asking if I could help them with something on their computer. I lean down, my navel right next to their ear as I begin to explain to them. They partly listen to me, but their mind is mainly thinking about how loud my bare belly is, now that it's right next to them.
Soon, lunch is served, and I don't eat anything, even as my tummy rumbles loudly. Our friends talk about how oh so scrumptious the food is, and my middle groans even louder for sustenance. The aromas are torture. The friend next to me asks me to pass a dish, and I get up and do so, my belly roaring near her face. She glances up at my hollow tummy, enjoying the view.
Next, we play a few games. One of them is truth or dare. I say, "dare". The second friend smirks and says, "put a microphone to your belly." The first friend agrees, and I blush as I find the device, switch it on, and press the cool metal to my ravenous stomach. A loud roar echoes throughout the room. Our friends smile and giggle, and I blush deeply on seeing them gazing at my starving belly. Maybe we realise that they have hunger kinks. Only time will tell...
I named the two friends! 😅
The one friend, Pierre, asks you in a light French accent to help look something up on YouTube. From the moment your tummy gets into range, he can hear it. His ears perk up, and his mind forgets what he wanted to show you.
"Ze, uuuhhhh...... password, dear." Pausing while you lean over him, tummy rumbling.
"I gotchu!" You incorrectly put in the password the first time going too fast.
After getting in the second time, "I hope you didn't see that!"
"No, but I hear that!" With his hand at his chest, he points to your boisterous bare belly.
"Oh! Tee!" Giggling, while you cover your face with your hands. "So, what'd d'you want t'show me?" Swaying your hips.
"Y-uh-a-YouTube video!" Fumbling his words.
"Sure thing!" You pull up YouTube. Since it's already logged in, it shows videos it thinks we want to see. This time, it's a load of food channels. Your mouth waters, as you swallow an empty promise, your middle howling something fierce.
"That sure look good... I've never had real curry." Although clearly not curry, he hovers over a Asian channel and it begins to play a woman stuffing red noodles and hard-boiled eggs in her mouth. With drool ready to drip on Pierre, you remind him that he's supposed to show you a video. He searches some funny cat videos and you two spend some time laughing about them.
Mere and I prepare the lunch we're all supposed to have. They brought goodies from their garden, while I make a flavored mayo to go on the sandwiches.
"It's times like this I wish I could just... bite into this head of lettuce, plastic and all."
I turn around, a little shocked by the conversation opener. Dressed in a white long sleeved, v-neck crop top, she's holding the plastic wrapped produce and her stomach.
"A wee bit hungry, are you?"
"Yeah, Pierre didn't get up until about 11. I was waiting for him to get up so we could eat together. I got a little distracted, as I was counting on him to wake up in time. So we left without breakfast." She empties out a bag onto the counter, "I need a strainer so I can wash these tomatoes!"
" 'scuse me." Crouching beside her, I hear the moaning of her guttural abyss.
"I'm sorry! She's trying to embarrass me!" Patting her noisy belly.
"It's quite alright, my partner's tummy seems talks to me more than she does!" I laugh, "I'm kidding of course!"
"Ours are always hollering at us! From forgetting meals, to eating unhealthily, our ears sure take a beating!"
I've knelt here for a few moments, seemingly lost.
"The strainer, Ben." Mere's green eyes burn into my soul.
Crumbling whatever dream I had brewing, I swiftly place the perforated bowl in the sink.
"Though we should try our ingredients... we ought to save every bit so everyone can enjoy it together." Mere declares, contradicting her earlier leafy desire.
"Apparently, I'm the only one to have had any breakfast. I'll be fine!"
Working well without communicating very much, simply aware of each others' actions, the kitchen is momentarily engulfed in controlled chaos.
My hands are occupied when she asks for something that happens to be above my head. I motion to where it is, and as her reach stretches her abdomen, it roars demanding a preemptive treat.
"That was really hot..." I whisper.
"What?" Mere asks honestly, as she makes a ruckus trying to grip something on the top shelf.
"That was really loud!" Forcing a laugh.
"Oh, yeah, I felt that one!" Returning to her task. "Getting really hungry!" Oddly, in an excited tone.
The two of you walk in giggling in talking about some silly kitty you just witnessed.
Pierre states, "I don't know about you guys but," he lifts up his polo and audibly pats his humble chub. "I'm ready to eat!"
He seats himself at the dining table. You bring plates to the table before sitting down. Mere and I bring the ingredients and place then all down the "build-you-own-sandwich." All the fixings on separate plates, a couple choices of bread. Various cheese, meats, and vegetables leave no speck of wooden table uninhabited.
Pierre digs in first, while Mere and I delicately build our masterpieces. You, however, look longingly at the buffet.
Since we're diligently fabricating, and Pierre is focused on leaving no scraps. You're able to remain unnoticed until Mere asks you to pass a dish. Somehow, there's no tomatoes left. Pierre has three slices on his plate, one in his mouth, and the rest on his second sandwich.
Turning to the culprit you receive a comment,
"What?" He playfully barks, "They're deliciously grown in our backyard! And your partner's seasoned mayo is perfection!" Chomping, as you travel to the kitchen.
You have to cut more slices. Being famished, it's hard to maintain control, so you take longer than expected. Still distracted, Mere happily thanks you.
"Hey!" getting you to stop. She quickly admires your slender body. In this short time, your stomach hollers.
"I'm sorry!" scurrying to your seat in humility. After you sit at an empty plate, Mere finally notices, and asks
"Where's your sandwich? You must be starved!"
"Yeah! -'s real' g-d!" Pierre sort of says with his mouth full.
"Gross Pierre!" I scold him, "quit being so barbaric!"
"Does this dirty Frenchman bother the prude American?" Maximizing his frenchiness.
"Nooo.." I sigh, "food is only pretty before its eaten."
"Then," He takes a large bite, "D-n't l-k!"
I groan, as the ones with food continue to eat.
Using the oldest trick in the book, you excuse yourself, and retreat to the bathroom to listen to your body try to convince you to feed it.
Timed well with when our bellies satiate, you reappear to help clear the table. Although we don't wash the dishes, we at least transport them near the sink.
Returning to the clean table, we set up our first set of party games. With your hunger momentarily absent, we're able to get quite a few games done.
The party moves to the living room where everyone plops themselves in a seat.
We talk a bit about noteworthy events in our lives before you blurt out, in an effort to hide more tummy embarrassment,
"Let's play truth or dare!"
"O-Okay?" Accepting of the request, but equally irked from being interrupted.
Reaching a lull after the popular questions, Mere finally addresses the elephant in the room.
"What's with the mic attached to the TV?
"I, uh, I-it-it's from work!" I stammer.
"No, but like, what's it for...?" Both Pierre and Mere edge their seats, as your eyes widen.
"Come on, you gotta tell us!" Pierre toys, "you picked truth!"
After a moderate exhale, I affirm, "It's to listen to our tummies when they're being noisy. Now," shifting in my seat to spin the bottle. It lands on Pierre, "I dare you to use it."
He grabs it off the center table and I flick on the entertainment system.
His belly is stuffed, and is seemingly very happy about it. Countless pops and squelches fill the room. For about a minute he allows the mic to amplify his vigorously churning gut, before spinning the bottle.
"I was hoping it'd land on you." He gets up and hands it over to you. "Do it."
Blushing, you oblige. You stuff the mic into your tummy, constricting it even more. Vehement, ravenous, and mournful howls blare out the sound system. We all avidly enjoy the decadent desperate discord for a decent duration before it dies down.
You gingerly spin the bottle. It lands between Mere, but plainly favoring Pierre.
"Are you guys... into this?"
Giving me a look, I somehow read your mind. I bring up a recording.
Skipping through a few, I stop on one that has an still image of me with one hand holding up a shirt, and the other covering my belly button.
"This was close, but not quite, three days. It's an edited five minute video."
After, I play a similar still, but of you.
"Ah yes, I fasted for," Holding up your hand, "Five days! FIVE!! I really did!"
"Yeah! It was really incredible! It starts with a couple on day two, but it's mostly the following days!" Mere's mouth is agape, Pierre's been squirming in his seat since he handed you the mic.
"Pierre," slapping his thigh, "That, was sexy. Why can't mine ever beg like that!?"
"Probably because after the first night, you turn into Godzilla!" Pierre harshly retorts. "I, however, can go more than one measly night!"
"To me, it's the first night that's the biggest hurdle." I confess. "She," directing a thumb your way, "seems to have little issue being, and staying empty."
A rosy smile confirms it to be true.
"Even though it landed on Pierre, I'm spinning it" it stops just past Pierre. She blows at the nose, causing it to roll ever so slightly.
"Eh, it was for the sentiment," she shrugs, "let's all go out for "dinner," and not feed her." Using her fingers and quotes.
"Sounds good to me!" I laugh, you quietly chuckle, while Pierre is silent.
"Oh come now, Pierre." Mere frivolously pegs at him, "They're nice people, don't be ashamed!" Nudging him with an elbow.
"Hah! Gotcha!" He leaps up and points at you.
"Let's tell the server it's your birthday!!"
You, we, are unsure if that was a request or a joke.
Is it? Surely we'll go someplace where they would make a big spectacle for a birthday. Will you deny the free dessert? Maybe we'll just eat it instead. 😈
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softquietsteadylove · 8 months
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Hiii, how are you?
I had this little idea in my mind, that i wanted to share with you.
Thenamesh 10 things i hate about you AU.
Dane the new guy at school, wants to go out with his beautiful classmate Sersi, but there's a little problem with that. Sersi can't go out unless her cold and scary older sister Thena does. So Dane does the most sensible thing, and hiers Gilgamesh a mysterious boy with a bad reputation, to date Thena.
- Btw thank you sooo much for your works, they are so cute and perfect, and always make my days better. 🩷🤍
"Hi Dane!"
"Sersi!"
The two bounded over to each other like puppies, or fawns with a little kick in their step. Thena did smile faintly as she watched her sister excitedly greet this equally sweet, equally nerdy boy she had found to her tastes.
It was the only reason Thena had agreed to this charade of a 'date'.
It was the only reason her 'date' had agreed as well, as far as she could gather. Dane had heard that she and Sersi could not go anywhere unless it was together, their father taking advantage of Thena's naturally repellent presence to keep people away from his more sociable daughter.
Gilgamesh was - according to reputation and rumour - a juvenile delinquent allowed to attend school for a last attempt at graduating before he joined a mob or gang for the rest of his life. He was quiet, certainly looked tall and big enough for it to be believable that he had been in some trouble with authority. He wore only dark t-shirts and jeans with unintentional tears in the knees and heavy boots. And he smoked.
"Ready for this, or what?"
Thena let some bemusement show on her face as Sersi and Dane galloped up to the snack counter, arm in arm. She drifted vaguely in Gilgamesh's direction. "You seem even more displeased by this arrangement than I could have anticipated."
He gave her an equally shrewish look, both of them in a standoff in the theatre lobby. He made the grand effort of pulling his hands out of his pockets and relaxing his posture. He really was big. "Is that how I seem?"
Thena crossed her arms at him, "you need not pretend for my sake, Gilgamesh. What did you get paid?"
He blinked.
"No one does anything with me willingly," Thena said lightly, looking towards her options for food while Dane counted out his pennies to pay for a combo to share with Sersi.
He slid a little closer to her, both of them hovering just outside the bounds of being in line. "Is that what this school is like? Guys bidding for the privilege to go out with your ladyship?"
"They have attempted it before."
"Well, that's disgusting."
Thena blinked at him, this time.
He looked over at her with his arms crossed, "you don't seem like the type who would tolerate that. For you or your sister."
"I don't," she scowled, happy to resume her previous frostiness. "But it is not that original a tactic, is all I'm saying."
"You mean this?" he pulled a few bills out of his pocket, crisp and brand new.
Thena shrank somewhat.
"Dane told me he was trying to ask out Sersi but she wasn't allowed to go anywhere without you. I told him I don't exactly have the spare cash to be taking out anyone," he raised a cool brow at her with that stupid smirk on his face, "her ladyship or otherwise."
Thena's shoulders rose, "so Dane paid you off."
"He lent me the cash to actually buy the tickets and some popcorn, Princess, so put your axe and noose away."
"Prin-"
"So, you wanna see a movie or what?" Gilgamesh stepped in even closer, leaning his head down when the thickness of his arms stopped him from encroaching more.
She eyed him. "Do you?"
He chuckled, "y'know, I really am strapped for cash. I could have just taken this and fucked right off."
Thena continued to regard the cash in his hand with disgust. She must have been feeling generous when she looked at him again, "why didn't you?"
His eyes were very brown, but warm, in a way. "Maybe I wanted the chance to figure out why everyone calls you the shrew."
"Ah," Thena scoffed, finally moving into the snack line for herself, "so you have heard."
"You seem to have heard about me."
"Everyone has heard about you," she both argued and defended, lest he think she had asked about him at any point.
"And what you think?"
It came out soft, hard to hear over the popcorn and the pretzels and the teenagers screaming at each other behind the counter. She looked over at him, but his face didn't match the almost vulnerable tone of the question.
She straightened her posture again and held her chin high, "you are not as frightening as you think you are."
His eyes slid over to her again, a grin on his face, "you're not as mean as you think you are either."
The two stared at each other, digging as deep as they could without exposing too much of themselves, either.
"Uhm, would you like-"
Gilgamesh slapped the cash on the counter and glared at the kid, "whatever the lady wants."
Thena rolled her eyes, but it couldn't be said that she wasn't laughing just a little. She sighed, looking at the LED screen menus again. "Pretzel bites and a medium iced tea, please."
"Iced tea?"
She glared at his loud and amused scoff. "What of it?"
"Even your drinks are uptight," he snickered at her, although he wasn't arguing against the choice as the employee filled up the soda fountain cup in front of them.
Her eyes narrowed, "I like iced tea."
Gilgamesh held up his hands and leaned off the counter, "I did say whatever the lady wants--the old lady, apparently."
Thena met his sardonic chuckling with her own, "if I am an old bitty then perhaps I should not be dating such a young specimen, then."
"Oh, so we are dating!"
She whipped around, ready to glower and snipe and insult him into leaving. But he reached over her shoulder to accept the drink from the kid and take a sip for himself--the first sip! "Hey!"
Gilgamesh made a display of licking and smacking his lips before slipping the cup into her hand from above and behind her, "I guess it's not vile."
Thena huffed, holding the cup protectively, soiled straw and all. "This better not taste of smoke now."
"Relax, I haven't had any today," he assuaged her, also reaching around her - rude - again for the paper cup of pretzel nuggets. He offered her one, "heard you're pretty repelled by the stuff."
"Oh." Thena accepted a pretzel bite (although, really, weren't they hers?). She turned, still somewhat pinned between him and the front counter, "well...yes."
"I do brush my teeth too, y'know," he gave her another devilish look and leaned closer again, "care to test?"
"Hm," she mused, eyeing him again. She let him drift closer until she could jam a pretzel bite between them, "no."
Gil caught the pretzel bite in his hand as she slipped away from him, rejoining her sister as Dane claimed his and Sersi's seats. The sisters traded a few, quiet words, glancing in both directions as they did. Sersi was visibly charmed by Dane.
Thena glanced briefly in Gil's direction, but that was definitely a smile on her face, "perhaps."
He took that as a good thing, walking over with the pretzel bites to her iced tea. "Well?"
Thena merely held her hand out for him to approach the counter himself.
He smirked again, dragging her with him by the wrist and then throwing his arm around her much smaller shoulder when he got up front. "Two for the same movie as them."
The young man eyed them, nothing short of confused at the display Gilgamesh was putting on. He scanned the tickets, "enjoy the movie."
Gil angled Thena to look at her again. She glared at him for man-handling her. He grinned, "I think I will."
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venitdomum · 28 days
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Kaveh shuffled into the house, his face a mixture of tired, grumpy, and in pain. His bag is dropped unceremoniously beside the door and his keys left on the nearest surface. He's uncharacteristically quiet as he shambles to the couch and flops down dramatically beside his roommate, half his limbs dangling over the side. His head is unintentionally propped against Al-Haitham's thigh as he drapes his arm over his face and lets out a sigh. The silence doesn't last long.
"Do we have any of the pain medicine Nari made us left? Today was miserable, my client cancelled my commission, and now my head is killing me. I worked all night on that draft just for him to back out entirely!" He's getting himself worked up again as he complains to the Scribe.
"And these stupid-" He sits up. "hairpins-" He reaches behind his head and tries tugging at the clips. "-are too tight and I can't get them off!" He groaned in frustration, his hands falling into his lap. Nothing was going his way today. Frustrated, tired, hungry, in pain. He's glad his back is to Al-Haitham so he can't see how close the blonde is to tears.
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666writingcafe · 2 years
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If requests aren’t over yet do you think they have holidays in the devildom? How do they celebrate?
This is a really good question which requires a lot of thought. I will give you the short version in this response and then elaborate further in the future.
The Devildom definitely has holidays. That much is certain. Some of them are their own creation, and others are taken from the human world, especially the longer MC stays in the Devildom. Canon tells us that Diavolo's birthday is treated like a national holiday (that just happens to coincide with Halloween), and all demons celebrate the arrival of the Blood Moon. However, I feel like those are not the only holidays the Devildom has. Below the cut is a list of those holidays, sorted by month.
January: New Year's Day (adopted from the human world), Midwinter Fest (celebrated late January, early February; celebrates the halfway point of winter; very lowkey), Feast of the First Moon (occurs during the first full moon of the year; a proper feast that takes place at the Demon Lord's castle)
February: Festival of Strangers (the week of Valentine's Day; a time of meeting new people and hooking up with them; Asmo's favorite holiday)
March: Day of Melodies (occurs on the first Friday of the month; takes form in a singing competition), Spring Festival (occurs the week of the first day of spring; welcoming the new season)
April: Day of the Wind (occurs in the middle of the month; essentially a ceremony to ensure that the wind acts in favor of the demons), Festival of Elders (occurs during the last week of the month; essentially a way to celebrate Diavolo's father's birthday)
May: Celebration of Whispers (occurs on the first few days of the month; a ceremony that involves talking to the soil to ensure that the crops grow properly); Fairy Festival (occurs after the Celebration of Whispers; a ceremony that involves making offerings to the Devildom fairies to make sure that they will be helpful during the growing season)
June: Celebration of Wine (occurs on Lucifer's birthday; fairly straightforward), Summer Festival (occurs the week of the first day of summer; welcoming the new season; culminates in the celebration of the summer solstice/Feast of Light)
July: Festival of Silence (an optional holiday that goes through the entire month; people who choose to celebrate take a month-long vow of silence to remember those who have fallen in battle throughout the centuries)
August: Feast of Victory (first of the month; held for those who successfully complete their vow of silence the previous month); Traditional Celebration (demons spend the month doing research on an important event in Devildom history and then complete an oral presentation on the last day of the month; the best presentation wins a lot of Grimm)
September: Day of Pigs (occurs on Mammon's birthday, which is rather unfortunate for the second born); Autumn Festival (occurs the week of the first day of autumn; welcoming the new season)
October: Festival of the Queen (occurs during the first week of the month; celebrates Diavolo's mom's birthday); Diavolo's birthday (October 31st)
November: Festival of Folklore (occurs during the first week of the month; focuses on, well, Devildom folklore); Thanksgiving (adopted from the human world, but with a heavy emphasis on reflection and gratitude)
December: Celebration of Illumination (the Devildom's version of Christmas, except that it's officially a month long); Winter Festival (occurs the week of the first day of winter; welcomes the new season; culminates in the celebration of the winter solstice/Feast of Darkness); New Year's Eve (adopted from the human world)
Of course, there are ancillary holidays, but these are the major ones that residents of the Devildom celebrate.
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exmcrtis · 1 month
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location: haversham family boutique
closed starter for: @ambercast (abby)
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"there's so much shit here that i could upcycle." malin was mostly muttering to herself, hovering close to abby while they perused the racks of clothes. grabbing something now, she turned to her friend and held it up, eyebrows tugging together in thought. "like this sweater? it's cute on its own, but i really feel like i could do something to make it pop without making it obnoxious. and then i could promptly shove it into your closet."
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chronicparagon · 2 months
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Smash or Pass + pluviacuratio
Send me “Smash or Pass” + a name and my muse will answer with 100% honesty.
"Miss Arabella?" Harmony tilts her head slightly. One brow arches with confusion on her face. "Um...Well, it's been some time since I saw her." Does Harmony have to be honest? She can't help but feel the walls slowly closing in. The masked stranger stares at her, not moving until they get their answer.
There is no escape. She will have to tell the truth.
"I...I think she's beautiful...Very smart too. She's going to be a pediatrician! It's wonderful." She smiles ever so gently while her hands idly play with a lock of her hair. It's a nervous habit of hers, an attempt to ground herself from the throes of anxiety.
It's getting very warm in here!
"Between those options-And I-um, I don't know what she would think. I don't want to scare her or anything like that! I'm happy with being friends if that's what she wants." Gray eyes lower from the Anon's face to the floor. She draws a deep but shaky breath before speaking again. "I would smash...And love her until the end of time."
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