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spoopy-fish-writes · 8 months

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| I love you, I love you, I love you

Suitor(s): Ray

TW: Crying, mention of periods, mention of being sick

Genre: Comfort

Notes: AFAB MC || Didn’t know how badly I needed this until I was writing it writing for Ikerev is genuinely going to be what gets me out of my slump just watch || Does anyone even play Ikerev anymore. Am I speaking into a void

“Can I kiss you? Please?" You were barely a centimetre away from Ray, your eyes looking into his with the warmth that you always did, loving, cherishing, adoring. And yet that clashed with an equally prominent biting cold that seemed to flinch back from your expression when he tried to look too close that he couldn't quite place as your eyebrows pinched together in a way that made you look so fragile in that one moment.

He wasn't sure how it had got to this point, your hand on his chest while you leaned towards him, your other resting on the sofa to help you keep balance.

But he couldn't say no to you. Not that he would want to and certainly not now when you seemed so desperate for his affection.

So a "Yes" fell from his lips, sure and barely above a whisper.

You wasted only a second, a pause as your eyes flitted from his eyes down to his lips and then back up to his eyes as if checking for further confirmation.

He didn't make an attempt to initiate this kiss this time. Not when you looked as though you were ready to shatter at the slightest touch, so he waited for you to lean in, your lips barely a light press against his - tentative.

He can feel the shaky breath that leaves you against his lips when you pull away and his eyes meet yours - almost an invitation, though it's not hard to take it as such when his pupils are blown wide and he looks at you so gently - as your hands slowly move up to cup his face, half tangled in his hair so that you could pull him towards you again.

It's slow and still soft as you kiss him once, twice, three times, handling him with so much care that he isn't sure whether you thought he would break or yourself if you decided to be any rougher with him.

Either way, your hands trembled as they moved slightly against his cheek, mindlessly tracing his features from his lashes which dipped low when he closed his eyes - a mercy really, as you feared that he would have seen the way that your chest rose and fell so shakily and brows furrowed had he had them open - to his brow and down to his cheek, so gently rubbing over light burns and scars which had almost completely faded.

"Love.." comes the mumble against your lips and you feel Ray softly pull away, his expression one of concern that makes you want to shy away from him as one of his hands reaches up to your face to brush under your eye, brushing away a stray tear you hadn't paid any mind to.

"Love, what's wrong?" The gentle sound of his voice makes you want to cry even more; you felt too vulnerable, too weak to be able to handle such gentleness.

You lent into his palm and closed your eyes for a moment, taking in the feeling of his warm hand and focusing on it to calm you down before you spoke.

"Just..." What was wrong?

"I- I don't really know. I feel upset but I don't know why and it's been messing with me for a few days between being sick, being on my period, being...generally annoyed.

I don't know. It all just sucks. I just... wanted to be close to you right now. It helps.” Your voice cracks as ramble ends off on a heavy sigh which evened out your previously agitated breathing. You slumped into his chest, burying your face in his neck before deciding against it and bending to hide your face in his chest, prompting a fond huff of amusement from the king of spades which you ignored as you continued to speak. "You're warm, and it's nice. Like sunshine."

"I need to stay closer to people who feel like sunshine," you continued mumbling. "It's nicer around you. I don't feel so mellow or upset. Like I’ve gone outside after a long week being sick."

Ray hums as if in agreement, arms moving to wrap around your waist. He makes a contemplative noise and you look up slightly while green eyes meet yours.

His lips tilt up into a gentle crescent as his eyes soften and you have to look away again, even if he does chuckle at the way that you bury your face in his chest again. His lips press to the top of your head and you can feel the movement of them as he speaks.

“Then you should stay as close to me as possible. If not for yourself, I should stay closer to people who feel like sunshine too, even when there are a few clouds around them.”

You huff a weak but genuine laugh against his chest and shake your head slightly. “You're corny and embarrassing.”

"I recall you starting this."

"Irrelevant."

He laughs again and it’s so hard to hold onto your annoyance and upset when you hear it because it really is like a soothing balm to your wounds when he laughs so genuinely and you can feel the vibrations of his chest. He holds you that little bit tighter and you relax almost immediately, tears no longer having any use when you’re in his embrace.

“I love you. I feel like I don’t tell you enough.”

One of his hands moves to cradle your head and you can hear the smile in his voice. “Telling me everyday isn’t enough?”

Your voice is a little croaky and your sore throat makes an appearance as you speak. “I don’t think it’ll be enough until I’ve told you enough to make up for every day I didn’t know you. I would have loved you all of those days as well if I’d found you sooner, I think.”

“That’s a lot of days.”

“It is, but I think I can manage. I love being around you and you always make me feel better. I love that you’re so free all of the time and you always make me feel like I can be too. I just love you. I guess. All of you.”

Again, his arms tighten and he presses a kiss to the top of your head. “I love you too. I hope I can always make you feel better. Make you feel like you can be better.”

Do not repost or claim, only reblog 💜

#Ikerev #ikemen revolution #Ikerev fanfic #ikemen revolution fanfic #ikerev fanfiction #ikemen revolution fanfiction #ikerev ray #ray blackwell #ikemen revolution ray #ikemen ray #ikemen fanfic #ikemen fanfiction

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sorcerous-caress · 1 month

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I know requests are closed but I just wanted to say that I found the Halsin x Durge!Reader delicious

Imagine if he did get mad though once he found out about her druid savagness and gets mad and decides breeding her would calm her down more bhaalspawn for her though

I mean, at least you're the only person who acknowledged the fact that my requests are closed while requesting. I gotta give you some points. Others just shoot the request one after another no matter if I say it's closed or not.

You're talking about this fic I assume?

I think he'd feel betrayed. Heartbroken yes but mostly betrayed and robbed, anger is a only a passing madness in Halsin's case that will drive him to march into your tent and drag you by the ankle to offer an explanation, beg for mercy or maybe both.

Have you seen this clip of him being angry? Actually angry? It's during the confrontation of when you murder the grove but let him live.

Imagine that intensity with the fact that it's also his own heart you "played" with. At least from his slightly toxic point of view, he thinks that he was owed you being heroic and innocent. So by being...yk durge, you completely robbed him of his fantasy and shattered that stained glass view he had of you.

It would take a lot to get him to that state, he'd try to argue with anyone who says otherwise that you aren't really responsible for your less than ideal actions, that it's Bhaal controlling you like a curse or something. That you can't possibly enjoy it let alone enthusiastically go along with these dark whims.

A front row seat to one of your gorey shows is all it takes to flip his world upside down.

You're not some fawn learning to balance or a rabbit hiding between his feet. He sees you clearly for the venomous snake that you were, that you are. Curling around him, sinking your body and teeth into him. It must be you why Silvannus hasn't been answering his prayers lately, why the animals in the forest flee from your lingering scent on his body.

Death is too kind of a revenge. You deserve something more cruel, redemption. Willing or unwilling Halsin will drag you to the brighter side, the nicer side, the morally right side. Part of his stubborn hope stems from the fact he grew too weak of a soft spot for you to even consider the idea of ending or harming you in any way. So either you make him worse or he breaks you into being a better person first.

Kick punch and claw at him, it will not phase him. He will hold you down whenever that gleam of sadistic glee shines in your seemingly innocent eyes at the curious squirrel sniffing your hand.

Drown your threats of violence and promises of a bloodbath of gore and viscera to passerbys with his tongue down your throat. Kissing you as if he may purge the evil from within if he got you to melt into his arms.

As a result he becomes harsher in bed, not that you're complaining. If anything it's him who's suffering the most from the way his once gentle grip on your thighs turned bruising and possessive. His once soft slow thrusts became feral and merciless. The way he used to coo praises and apologise against your neck became litters of insult in elvish at how much of a traitor and a snake you are, how you deserve each bite he leaves behind.

He loathes himself, like a poison sinking into his stomach and refusing to resurface. Droplet after droplet falling to weight down his body each time you force his hand into breeding you for an inch of your life so you may do no harm to others nor fulfill your dark destiny as a child of bhaal.

What has he become? How can he call himself a druid?

It feels like it's his job now to keep the evils at bay, to keep the hungery wolves fed with his own flesh, to take care of the monster he has created. You are his responsibility.

It seems like you're getting closer to breaking him by day, especially since he already does half the work himself for you by simply antagonising himself and every loathsome action you force him to take.

#♡Halsin #♡Smut #♡purity kink #♡dark content #♡toxic relationships #♡durge!reader

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chimchiri · 1 year

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Hey, I just wanted to say how much I love your art! Lately I decided to rewatch mlp again and I got really caught up in it lol so finding your profile here is like a blessing🥹

I'm absolutely in love with your Applejack, the way you draw her is just *chef's kiss* (her hair, clothing, muscles,, perfection) she's been my fav for so long now and your art of her means a lot to me, your characterisation is so on point! So I've been wondering, maybe you can share some headcanons that you have on Aj? I would love to read (if you want, of course!)

Anon you are the sweetest - that's such a cute, adorable message thank you! I love drawing AJ and I'm happy you like seeing her like that!

As for headcanons, I usually vary somewhat with characterization and hcs depending on what AU I'm thinking of. But sure, here are some that either appear in all of them or are just some ideas I like with her.

Clothes/Outfit I never see AJ in a dress, once she starts seriously working on the farm. I just don't see her in them. Mostly because she goes for practicality and clothes that don't get in the way. So I see her usually wearing an elastic t-shirt and a high ponytail. Not a flannel because they are just uncomfy if you're moving a lot - a t-shirt with a good amount of stretch is just nicer to wear. The braid is preferred mostly because this way the hair isn't as annoying and doesn't get stuck on her sweaty face.

Abs/Six pack No, sorry lmao. That woman loves eating too much so she has no visible six pack. Sure her abs are trained almost as much as the rest of her body but you need to restrict and monitor your food and water intake a lot for them to be visible. And she just loves to eat. (But yeah this is also a bias on my side - I'm not a fan of very defined abs)

Smoking I like to think that she smoked for a short duration when she was younger. Always in secret as Granny Smith was highly against it and AJ still didn't want to get in trouble. She wasn't the best at hiding and did get chewed out occasionally since her clothes would smell or if she didn't air her room enough. She quit but I like to think it's still one of her vices she goes to when she's stressed to the brink. Not physically but emotionally, when she can't stop worrying, and thus fear and stress overcoming her. It's a true exception and her absolutely last resort so it's a very rare occasion. She's not proud of it and once again keeps it a secret. Which is easier now that she's older, wiser and doesn't do it on the regular. If it happens, it's usually deep into the night when she can't sleep, outside on the farm, leaning on the fence, occasionally watching the stars and pondering over whatever is on her mind bothering her.

Girlfriends Rara was AJ's first flame and girlfriend - or rather, summer romance. I like to think they kept meeting during the summer camps and always shared either rooms or tents. Their summer romance grew gradually and was as vanilla as can be. I can see AJ reacting intensely to even slight, soft touches. And Rara - during that one fateful summer - was most likely her realization that she is very into highly feminine women. They lost contact after that year and while it hurt not to see Rara again, AJ got over it in time. After that she always had either a girlfriend, romance or a fling at hand, depending on how much she wanted to focus on the farm and her family. Mostly women who weren't from her village so people usually didn't think she has that much experience with relationships. I can see her being never single unless she was by choice.

Coming Out I like a nice coming out story. I like to imagine AJ knew, after crushing on Rara, that she was into women. So. Much. She didn't really come out for a long time though. I feel she's got a kinda complicated relationship with coming out herself. It's not that she's ashamed but it felt like she still wanted to keep it to herself. And even with her close relationship to her family, she still wondered how they'd react. So, she kept most of her romances (which she appreciated were usually out of town women) more or less intentionally a secret until she came out. People who knew her really well probably figured out she wasn't exactly straight, since she never showed interest in men or romance in her daily life. Work and family were always her top priority. Still, she decided to actively come out to her closest family when she was an adult - including Rainbow. The order of her coming out was: Rainbow, Big Mac, Applebloom and then Granny Smith - which she was the most nervous about. But obviously they all reacted positively (I do have some art planned for this and sketched out but no idea when I'll finish lmao). After that, she didn't actively come out to anyone anymore. Her dating women just became something she was suddenly open about and didn't hesitate to talk about anymore, like mentioning she's currently seeing 'a woman from X City'.

Rainbow I included Rainbow in the Coming Out segment because Rainbow and AJ are platonic soulmates to me. Rainbow is her family like her brother and sister are - more so than the other Mane 6. In AUs where I hc Rainbow as an orphan she is regularly invited to the Apples on holidays. She's got copies of AJs keys and regularly just walks into the house, truly like a family member. They would kill and maim for each other. They get each other in ways the others can't and they can be open with each other like no one else. They can spend an hour next to each other not talking and just enjoying the other's company. They'll have the worst argument with nonstop shouting but easily forgive each other and will laugh together again some minutes later, when everyone else thought they'd claw out each other's throats. They know each other's worst thoughts and secrets and don't judge. They are also each other's wingwoman - though usually it's Rainbow trying to play match maker, as she likes to keep her love life off the topic list. She knows about AJs crush on Rarity in almost any AU, and usually is the first or even only person. Also they have their Best Buds Bar Busting Night, which is a recurring ritual of them hopping bars and drinking together.

Marriage AJ isn't big on marriage and weddings for herself. Not that she hates them, but rather it's that she doesn't think about it. For many relationships, she knows they're temporary since the women are usually out of town. She makes it clear from the get go she won't leave the farm and plans on inheriting and caring for it in the long run as well. In almost all of the AUs she does like the idea of marriage and having a wedding once the topic comes up between Rarity and her. She'd love for Rarity to have fun and go all in with the preparations. As for herself, she suddenly imagines having a ring on her hand and calling Rarity her 'wife'. When she's alone, cleaning the kitchen or the house, she'll whisper it out loud and smile at the small adrenaline rush running through her body. She likes calling Rarity her wife. And then, suddenly she's actually thinking about proposing, until she's got enough courage to actually do it.

Well, those are some small ones! <3 It was nice writing it out. I do have some nsfw hc as well but I'm leaving them out for now.

#asking me about mlp hc is the nicest thing.. Now I just need Rainbow and spits..... ahh <3 #I love AJ and Rainbow and Rarity so much #(i also love spitfire but she's note mentioned here...)#AJ and RD killing for each other.... has me going.. .SOBBING #I love them so much #and I love AJ and Rarity.....#mlp #applejack #ask chim #headcanons #writing

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tabsters · 1 month

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SOMEONE LIKE ME (CHAP. 22) - A STARGLASS ZODIAC X ZODIAC EXPERIMENT CROSSOVER

i just made an exorbitant amount of pizza for cooking class lolol

previous chapter is here

next chapter is here

masterpost is here

tagging @mythicalmagical-monkeyman @hyperfixation-tangentopia @maiawhimsicalt and @sweet-star-cookie

"Ciara, I have good news." Ciara distantly heard Scorpio saying outside her tent. She sat up and unzipped the tent to see Scorpio awkwardly standing there, hands behind his back.

"Yeah? What is it?" Cassie asked as Scorpio shifted from foot to foot.

"Well, my...business that I've been concerned with recently has...settled down for a bit." He shuffled around some more. Scutum popped up at his side.

"He's able to accompany you around the Astral Plane today!" The bug said cheerfully. "Anywhere you'd like to go!"

Scorpio cleared his throat. "Um. Yes."

Ciara nodded excitedly, grabbing her bomber jacket and pulling it on. This would be her opportunity to see how this world's Scorpio acted around others, and her chance to figure out how on Earth Cassie befriended Scorpio.

"Sounds great, dude," She said, sheathing her sword and slinging it onto her shoulder. "Can we visit...who haven't I visited yet...oh! Aquarius? Or maybe Pisces?"

Scorpio coughed, quite aggressively. Scutum gently patted his arm. "Ah. Perhaps someone else? Scorpio doesn't have...the best relationship with Aquarius or Pisces."

Ciara tilted her head. Surely, out of all the signs, Aquarius and Pisces were the least likely to have conflict with Scorpio. All three were related to the water element in some way—surely out of all the Zodiacs, Scorpio would have the least differences with them?

Then again, her own fire signs were constantly at each others' throats (even more so in recent months), so perhaps she shouldn't judge.

"Maybe you can just stand outside?" Ciara shrugged, talking to Scutum as Scorpio seemed to be avoiding eye contact. She wanted to meet this world's Aquarius and Pisces at some point—if only just to see if they were slightly more mentally stable than her own.

Scorpio looked down at Scutum, then looked back at Ciara. "Well...I suppose..."

Scutum looked up at the scorpion Zodiac. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, you don't have to do anything you don't want to," Ciara chimed in. "You can just stand, like, six feet away from us. And not make eye contact."

Scorpio nodded impassively. "I'm sure it will be fine. Pisces is...not that hostile towards me. The same cannot be said about Aquarius, but she and I know to keep our distance."

Ciara stood up and crawled out of the tent, planting her hands on her hips. "Great! When should we leave?"

"Whenever you'd like."

"Right now! We should leave right now!"

Ciara knocked on the door that apparently belonged to Aquarius' and Pisces' clothing studio. It was a decent size, and it was decorated quite ornately—it seemed mainly made out of dark blue and dark pink stones and embellished with golden accents.

"Come in!" A cheerful-sounding voice shouted, and so Ciara pushed open the door, the bell overhead jingling jauntily.

"Hello!" A woman with dark magenta clothing waved merrily at her—this world's Pisces. She looked an awful lot nicer and much more approachable than her own Pisces.

"Hi!" Ciara waved back, looking around at all the dresses set up on mannequins. They were beautiful, pieces of art made from silk and lace and beads. They could rival Columba's dresses back in her own Astral Plane.

Pisces' eyes widened in surprise. "Our visitor! Ciara, wasn't it? How nice! And who is that with you?" She leaned her head over, her face going slack when she saw who was with Ciara.

"Ah...I see." She straightened herself back up and turned back to Ciara. Scorpio seemed to shrink down, and Ciara stood ramrod straight in order to somehow hide him from view.

"Well, the dresses you're looking at are actually for Capricorn," Pisces said cheerily, doing her best to ignore Scorpio's hulking figure lingering in the doorway. "Costumes for one of his plays."

Ciara nodded and wandered leisurely around the store, pointing at random dresses and asking Scutum or Pisces their opinion on if they would look good on her.

"I dunno guys, red's just not my color," Ciara mused as she rubbed the silky fabric of a bright red dress between her fingers. Scutum nodded in agreement, Pisces giggled, and Scorpio reluctantly nodded.

"What about blue?" A new voice spoke up as the back door opened. Ciara turned around to see Aquarius, her puffy blue hairdo brushing the ceiling. She was tall—her own Aquarius was decently tall, but this one easily surpassed her in height. Ciara was also pretty sure that this one was wearing high-heeled boots. She was curious to see which Aquarius was actually taller (though she was sure her Aquarius would cheat by using her prehensile hair).

The water-bearer was carrying a couple of boxes, which she set down on the counter before ambling over to Pisces and giving her a kiss on the forehead. Pisces giggled even more, reaching up to Aquarius' face and giving her a kiss on the cheek. This continued some more, the couple completely oblivious to everyone else in the room.

They looked strangely domestic, much more different than her own Aquarius or Pisces. She couldn't imagine her own Aquarius or Pisces settling down to start a clothing shop. Actually, she couldn't imagine Aquarius or Pisces ever settling down—they were both chronic workaholics.

"Were you looking for anything in particular?" Aquarius asked, finally ceasing her barrage of kisses and turning to Ciara. "I'm sure that we could find something immaculate that suits you, and—what is he doing here?"

Scorpio shrank down even more, almost to the point of squatting against the wall. The glare that Aquarius shot him was surely sharp enough to cut glass.

"He accompanied Ciara here, sweetheart," Pisces said, gently patting Aquarius' arm. Ciara noticed that both Zodiacs had a small ring encircling their pinky fingers—they were married, then. "No need to worry."

"Does currency exist in this world?" Ciara asked. "If so, I'm afraid I can't pay for anything."

"Well, our clothing shop isn't quite like your typical haberdashery," Aquarius explained, pointing to the various dresses displayed on the mannequins. "We view clothing repairs as necessary for the well-being of the people of the Astral Plane, so we do many of these repairs for free."

"We also occasionally upgrade others' clothing," Pisces said, pointing behind Ciara, towards Scorpio. "We actually created the original design for Scorpio's hood and cape!"

Ciara scrutinized Scorpio's clothing, looking at the fine details. "Yeah, that actually checks out. Good detail."

Scorpio pulled his hood over his face—the poor man was still attempting to hide himself.

Aquarius apparently took note of this, tsking as she waved her fingers at him. "Stop hiding, you're too damn tall to hide any part of yourself."

A thumping at the back door broke the tension between Scorpio and Aquarius, and Pisces rushed over to open it. Standing behind it was a blobby pink fish thing, with what looked like a jellyfish-esque hat perched on its head. It had no mouth, and no discernible limbs, either.

It was very cute, though. It blinked its eyes rapidly, the beads on its hat swaying as it tilted its head towards Ciara.

"Awww!" Ciara squealed, rushing towards the jellyfish creature. "You're so cute!"

Pisces chuckled, patting the fish blob creature on the head. "Her name is Piscis Austrinus, but we call her Austri for short. She's my companion constellation."

Ciara reached her hands out to squish Austri's cheeks, and the fish constellation glowed yellow, her eyes closing in happiness. "I have a Piscis Austrinus too, but I haven't seen her in a while. We call her Rin for short. She's my Pisces' younger sister."

She looked up at Aquarius, still squishing Austri's gelatinous cheeks. "Who's your companion constellation?"

"Oh, me?" Aquarius looked up, apparently listening for something. "She's not here right now, but she is Aquila, the eagle. She's one of the most powerful lightning users in the Astral Plane." She made a little jazz hand gesture, supposedly representing the lightning magic. "She flies most of the time, but perhaps you will catch a glimpse of her overhead."

"Really? Your companion is also Aquila?" Ciara ceased her squishing attacks on Austri and turned her full attention towards Aquarius. "In my world, Aquila's more of a potion-maker than a lightning magic user."

"How interesting. I don't believe we have much potion makers in our realm." Aquarius twirled her fingers in what Ciara's ex-boyfriend would have called 'a fruity gesture'. "Although I can't imagine what we would use potions for. Perhaps for healing, though our healing's mainly covered by Libra, as well as..."

The water-bearer glanced up at Scorpio, whose gaze darkened. Pisces shook her head, almost imperceptibly—a warning to not continue the conversation.

"And who?" Ciara asked, failing to read the room.

"And nobody," Scutum finished confidently.

The door opened again, the bell jingling. In strode in Capricorn, indifferent to the tense conversation that had just happened. "Hello everyone—oh my, what happened here?"

"Nothing, nothing," Pisces calmly said, returning to the counter. "Are you here to pick up your clothing for your show, Capricorn?"

"Yes indeed," The goat-fish said, slithering up to the counter. Oddly enough, his tail functioned more like a snake tail than a fishtail. "Oh, is this Cassie's friend? Hello, hello, we meet again!"

"Hi!" Ciara watched as Aquarius and Pisces worked to fold the costumes and put them into packages. "You're doing a show? Gemini—I mean, the Gemini twins said something about you running a theater?"

"Indeed I do," Capricorn said happily. "Would you like to watch our actors practice? Our props and backgrounds have finally been finished, and our costumes finally arrived, so your experience will be truly authentic."

"Ooh, can we?" Ciara turned to Scorpio and Scutum, clasping her hands together. "You know, I was something of a theater kid when I was alive—and I went to a bunch of broadway shows when too!"

Scutum nodded excitedly, while Scorpio shrugged. "Sure."

Capricorn clapped his hands together. "Perfect! It'll be wonderful to have a new audience."

"Here's all your costumes," Pisces said, sliding the box of costumes over to Capricorn. "Best of luck with your play!"

Capricorn took the box, waving to the couple and making his way out of the shop. Ciara followed after him, as did Scorpio and Scutum. As they made their way out, a huge shape streaked across the sky.

"What's that?" Ciara asked in curiosity, squinting up at the thing. It seemed like an enormous bird of some sort.

"Oh, that's Aquila!" Scutum's four hands traced the bird's arc as she landed on top of the clothing store, hopping around. She was bright yellow, a stark contrast to Ciara's Aquila.

"She's a lot more...brightly colored than my Aquila." Ciara turned around and ran after the group, as she had fallen behind a bit. "Though that's her lightning magic, I assume?"

"You're very...perceptive," Scorpio spoke up, his voice muffled a bit. At some point, he had pulled his face mask over his mouth.

"I'll take that as a compliment," Ciara declared, walking in front of Scorpio and beside Capricorn.

"We're here!" Capricorn proclaimed, spreading his arms out, showing Ciara the theater standing before them. It was small, certainly smaller than the theaters in her Leo's kingdom, but it was no less beautiful.

"Whoa." Ciara walked up to the theater, looking up at the flowers in purple and red shades growing up and down the pillars. They looked unlike any other flowers she had seen—perhaps a species native only to this Astral Plane.

Capricorn opened the first set of doors, leading them into the theater. He gestured to the much larger doors that probably led to the auditorium. "I must distribute these to the actors in their dressing rooms. Please feel free to make yourselves comfortable in the seats inside!"

"Okay!" Ciara wrenched open one of the doors, aggressively motioning for Scutum and Scorpio to go through. "This shit's heavy, hurry up!"

The auditorium was similarly small, looking rather like those bars her cousin used to do stand-up comedy in. There were vines dangling down from the ceiling—were they glowing? That was cool. More flowers, nestled in pots, were strewn about the room. Ciara ran up and down the aisles, giggling while she tried to find the best seat.

"Child," Scorpio muttered, and Ciara stuck her tongue out at him. They all finally decided to sit somewhere in the middle of the auditorium. Ciara glanced over at Scorpio once, and the man looked close to death. Scutum, on the other hand, looked perfectly content.

Capricorn re-emerged from a side door, making his way up to where the small group was sitting. He settled in the chair next to Ciara, and clapped his hands twice.

"Let's begin, shall we?"

check out @sweet-star-cookie's starglass zodiac lore if you liked this!! questions about my lore are greatly appreciated!!

#oc #oc lore #zodiac #zodiacs #zodiac sign #zodiac signs #zodiac lore #zodiac oc #zodiac ocs

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dgiacomo · 1 year

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#munday

me: Awwwh nooo Giacomo poor bby y ppl so mean ;_;

also me: sends another truckload of asks on touchy subjects just to see his reaction

Hi mun 👋 Love this exploration of character and how it’s playing out - gotta admit I cackled at one of this week’s posts! If we start to get too rough with poor Giacomo’s feelings, you will warn us, or step in to steer the narrative somewhere nicer, or something, right? Need to know that our boy has a safety net before we get too real…!

Keep up the stellar work ❤️

[There's no safety net as such... so do be careful about what you do XD;; Actions have repercussions and all that

Obviously it's ok to ask him questions about touchy subjects, that's fine, life isn't all about only hearing things you like and it can absolutely be fun to explore his past and such... deliberately trying to tip him over the edge with charged words and deliberate pokes... I'd say to keep that to a minimum, cos you're actively bullying him at that point. And if he shells up and won't talk to people anymore then that's that! There's not much I can do realistically if he's decided he wants to sit alone in the tent and nothing else, you know?

The literal only "safety net" there is is that I do have a story planned and we are moving towards it, but I can only progress it towards it if... he's... not depressed and hiding in a cupboard or something. =T

Treat him as if he were a real human being is what I'd say. If you wouldn't treat someone in real life that way, for example... maybe it's not kind to treat somebody who was mercilessly bullied for years that way (even if he IS fictional). XD I mean... would you really go up to a friend and take their food away from them and tell them it's for their own good and that they can't be trusted with a chocolate bar for example?

I guess it's the difference between something that embarrasses him and something that completely shatters his morale?

There's also the element that too much negativity thrown in his direction also gets ME down and the blog only continues if my morale is up. Cos I gotta read and process these. XD;

That aside, I'm glad you're enjoying the blog! Now I gotta go try work out how to reason with him now he's in a stinker of a mood =T]

#munday #(on a not monday)

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asterkiss · 6 years

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Of you're still accepting request, could I ask for Mabel x Bill and number 61 please? ^^

I’m very much always open to requests unless I say otherwise! ^^ Also I know you were requesting some possessive/protective Bill last week so I incorporated that into this drabble!

Bill’s appearance later on in this drabble is inspired by his form in Weirdmageddon.

61) “If you go anywhere near them [her], you’ll have to deal with me!”

- MIRROR

“Oi, Shooting Star!”

“Nnghn….”

“Shooting Star!”

“Five more minutes…”

“Pighead.”

“Hey!” Mabel shot upright only to wince when it aggravated the bruises on her arm. Pushing up her right sleeve, she grimaced at the four stripes marring her skin, remnants of the large hand that had yanked her away.

“For the love of— Will you come over here, dammit!”

The brunette perked up at the voice, finally taking proper note of it. That was… Bill? Unable to stop the hope blossoming in her chest, she quickly looked around the jail cell she was currently held in and went over towards the bars.

“No, not that way you idiot!”

She paused. Turning around and looking across the small room, her eyes finally landed upon the mirror pinned to the wall above the basin. Slowly, she began making her towards it.

When she finally stepped in front of it, Mabel could only blink in surprise. “Bill…?”

Instead of reflecting her current appearance, the mirror showed the image of Bill Cipher who sighed in relief as he rolled his eyes.

“Finally, jeez! How dumb are you?”

Mabel scowled. “Hey, be nicer! I’m literally a prisoner right now!!”

His expression sobered at that and Mabel then noticed the background behind him resembled the Mystery Shack. What? She reached out curiously but her fingers simply came up against glass.

“Yeah, sorry but this ain’t a portal, kid. Just a video call of sorts,” he explained, eyes flickering over her appearance in what was probably concern.

Retracting her hand, she frowned. “Are you… in the Mystery Shack? Where is everyone?”

“He heh, ol’ Sixer is putting the finishes touches to a device that’ll locate you.”

Mabel blinked. “You’re… working with Grunkle Ford?”

The demon gave a casual shrug. “Turns out that when his great-niece’s life is in jeopardy, even that guy can swallow his pride and work with a demon one last time. Who woulda thought it, huh?”

Mabel could only hope he wasn’t testing Stanford too much—the man had his limits. She wondered if he was working with Dipper and Stanley too, then.

Just as she was opening her mouth to question this, a hand came down on her shoulder from behind. She flinched, snapping her head around to come face to face with the person holding her capture. At first appearances, he looked like a ordinary middle-aged man with salt and pepper hair and a grey suit.

But Mabel knew otherwise, she’d seen the horrors hiding beneath his disguise first-hand.

“Well then, this is a surprise. I don’t think I authorized any personal calls unless old age is making me forget,” he said casually, flashing his teeth in a way that seemed a bit too sinister for Mabel’s liking. She took a step away from him.

“Azazel.”

The guttural tone of voice that emitted from the mirror drew both their attention and Mabel was caught off guard by the thunderous expression painted across Bill’s face.

The demon did his best to keep his human form in check whilst in their world. Even in times where his emotions got the better of him and his appearance fluctuated, he was usually able to keep it in check.

Until now, it seems.

His eyes were pitch black, lips stretching back to display jagged teeth sharp like razors. His skin had transformed to a shade of red as if it was burning from the inside out, pieces of skin igniting and flaking off.

If Mabel wasn’t so sure he was on her side, she would have been terrified.

“Bill Cipher,” the man—Azazel—greeted, appearing unaffected by the demons change in appearance. “My, my, how long has it been since we met in person? A millennia? Two? My memory’s not quite like it used to be.”

Bill growled, and when he spoke in it was in an animalistic manner involving a language she couldn’t understand.

“Language!” Azazel cut in, frowning in disapproval. “We have a lady present.” He gestured toward Mabel who was leaning as far away as she possibly could whilst still having view to the mirror.

Bill’s expression was murderous. “This isn’t the time to be messing about, you piece of shi—”

“I disagree,” Azazel cut in much to Bill’s clear aggravation. “You used to love playing games and causing havoc. Why such the spoil sport now? Is it because of her?” The man tilted his head in Mabel’s direction, a look of distaste crossing his face. “You made the mistake of turning me down Bill. I was being so nice with my earlier offer and you said no. This is all your fault, you should know I don’t handle rejection well.”

“Azazel—”

“In fact, why don’t we make a game of this?” Azazel tugged at the tie around his throat and loosened it somewhat, lips twitching into a cruel smile. “You always did admire a good treasure hunt, didn’t you? Why don’t I cut a few pieces off this toy of yours and leave them scattered across a few dimensions with clues?”

Mabel paled. “You can’t do that!” She very much liked having all her bits and pieces where they were, thank you very much!

The temperature in the room suddenly spiked significantly and was followed by an audible crack. When Mabel glanced at the mirror, she found a large break running down its center. There was no sign of Bill’s human form anymore, only a burning blue fire swallowing the entire screen whilst a single red eye glowed eerily within its center. Mabel could only watch wide-eyed as the blue flames came out of the mirror and into the jail cell, running trails of flame along the walls and ceiling.

She took a few hasty steps back in alarm, and when she looked at Azazel he looked… surprised?

“….Colour me impressed,” he remarked. “We’re on different dimensional planes, I hadn’t thought you capable of reaching through into this one with your powers. You’ve improved substantially since our last time together.”

“You listen to me you slimy bastard,” Bill spat, voice deep and booming and Mabel winced at the intensity of it. “If I find one hair out of place on that kid, you’re fried. She’s mine and if you go anywhere near her, you’ll have to deal with me!”

The heat was sweltering within the room now and Mabel could feel beads of sweat dropping down her neck. Azazel was staring at the mirror, lips pressed into a tight line and hands clenched at his sides.

“Bill…?” she asked, voice tentative.

The solitary eye snapped in her direction and Mabel flinched at the intensity of its gaze. Then, it blinked, and some of the heat in the room seemed to dissipate.

“Watch out for yourself Shooting Star, I’m coming. And stand back.”

“What? Why—”

The mirror exploded into pieces and Mabel yelped, covering her head with her arms as shards of glass swept through the cell. When she hesitantly lowered her arms a moment later, the mirror was completely shattered. The blue flames that had made their way into the cell slowly extinguished themselves, leaving behind scorch marks.

When she looked Azazel’s way, she drew in a sharp breath. Several shards of glass had embedded their way into the skin of his face. Yikes. She would have felt sorry for him if he wasn’t an evil antagonist keeping her prisoner.

However, as Mabel regarded him, she noted he looked almost disconcerted. He’d seemed surprised by Bill’s display of power, as if he hadn’t accounted for it.

“Well then, it seems like I’ve ruffled quite a few of his feathers. How childish. He always was easy to provoke.”

She frowned. “You’re the childish one doing all of this petty stuff because he turned you down!” Hypocrite much?

Azazel flashed her a dark smile. “I don’t like being told no, Miss Pines.”

“Oh yeah? Well you wanna know what I think?”

“No, but I’m sure you’re going to tell me anyway.”

She jabbed a finger in his direction, pinning him with a ferocious glare she’d learned from none other than Bill.

“My demon boyfriend is going to kick your ass!”

#velvetcheshire #asks #mabill #drabble #by the way the words he says in his cipher language are simply put #'you motherfucker-'

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