#//wanted to do something smoll

[viciousbite]

I C  S T A T S …

BOLD ALL THAT APPLY. Italicize leaning or former.

[ W E A L T H ]

$ Financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty

✚ Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged (???) / non applicable

✪ Class: upper / middle / working / street trash / slave / unsure

✔ Education: qualified / unqualified / studying / other

✖ Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but has not been caught yet

[ F A M I L Y ]

◒ Children: has a child or children / has no children / wants children / verse dependent

◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) (Counting the clones as siblings) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased

◔ Affiliation: orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent / not applicable

[ T R A I T S  +  T E N D E N C I E S ]

♦ extroverted / introverted / in between ♦ disorganized / organized / in between ♦ close-minded / open-minded / in between ♦ calm / anxious / in between ♦ disagreeable / agreeable / in between ♦ cautious / reckless / in between ♦ patient / impatient / in between ♦ outspoken / reserved / in between ♦ leader / follower / in between ♦ empathetic / unempathetic / in between ♦ optimistic / pessimistic / in between ♦ traditional / modern / in between ♦ hard-working / lazy / in between ♦ cultured / uncultured / in between ♦ loyal / disloyal / in between ♦ faithful / unfaithful / in between

[ B E L I E F S ]

★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic / it’s complicated

☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

❃ Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious

❀ Philosophical: yes / no

[ S E X U A L I T Y  &  R O M A N T I C  I N C L I N A T I O N ]

❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual / demisexual ❥ Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless

♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naive and clueless ❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious / inhibited

⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all ⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

[ A B I L I T I E S ]

☠ Combat Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none  

≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✍ Artistic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

[ H A B I T S ]

☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

☁ Smoking: trying to quit / never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

✿ Other Narcotics: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess ☻

Indulgent Food: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

$ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

♣ Gambling: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

Tagged by: No one, stole from myself.

Tagging: Whoever wants to do it~

[luna-loveboop]

I really wanted Time to meet Fi. So here's Time and Fi :)

Most of this is typed up, but you can probably tell what the parts I wrote say. It's just tiny dhdbfhdbbdfhdbdhd

So the context here is like. Wild and Sky got determined to wake Fi up. She popped out of the sword and went straight to Time because she's offended he doesn't like the master sword, creating the weirdest dynamic ever

I honestly think Time would be somewhat scared of Fi. He doesn't like the master sword and views it as a curse because of what happened to him. And she IS the master sword, which he does. not. like. And then she calls them all master and spouts statistics. what.

Fi on the other hand is the literal embodiment of the master sword, and is not instantly likeable (Sky glaring at her when they first met kills me dhxbdhcbdf). But she learned some about emotions with Sky and I think she'd win Time over. Help him see the sword in a different light, overcome his trauma, etc. plus I think he'd like her practicality, and how she spoke to Zelda to help Wild in botw.

Also the whole idea of a 'curse reveal' story would be out the window if Fi is there, because Sky would be able to keep zero secrets with his goddess-made-designated-storytelling-blabbermouth there. anyways.

-><- yeah I uhh wanted Time to meet Fi. Their interactions and dynamic would be so cool. I think they'd get along well.. eventually.

:)

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for videogeek; Kara gets to Earth on time and the Kents get a two-for-one special on free kids.  (( chrono || non-chrono ))

“Kin yoo tekk a luk att te genn-rayt, dee-eer?” Ma asks Pa, and he hums back in tuneless agreement and heads over to help her with the funny, rustic-looking little machine she’s fiddling with in the corner. At least, Kara thinks it’s a machine. The aliens’ technology is mystifyingly primitive and she still doesn’t understand how most of it works. She knows how to activate the lights and stove and locks, rarely as Ma and Pa bother with the locks, and a little of how the “trukk” and “trakker” both operate, but not why any of those things work or what Ma and Pa do to maintain them. She doesn’t even know if they built them themselves or if some Thinker in Smoll-Veel or somewhere else entirely did. They seem like simple enough devices and machines that even a Laborer could’ve built them and Kara’s seen Pa working on the “trukk” and “trakker” before and Ma cleaning the various kitchen devices and stove, but she’s never seen either of them build anything, so . . . 

Well, Pa’s working on a fence, and she’s even been helping him with it. But the only “device” on that so far has been a gate, which really isn’t the same thing. 

“Guh-ott te wrin-chuh, hunn-ee?” Pa asks, and Ma makes a noise back and hands him a small metal tool. He starts tapping the little machine with it as he looks it over. Kara wishes she could help with whatever they’re working on–wishes she could be useful to them–but she just doesn’t understand the aliens’ technology well enough to. 

She watches what Ma and Pa are doing out of the corner of her eye just in case she can learn a little more, and stacks up the cubes for Kal to knock over again as she does. He screeches happily and purrs in excitement, bouncing in place and waving his Krypto by the ear in one chubby little fist that’s already noticeably bigger than it was when they first crash-landed here. Ma and Pa keep fussing over their machine, Pa temporarily opening it up and adjusting a few little things inside it. They don’t seem either frustrated or concerned by the process, so she assumes they’re just doing normal maintenance and not actually having a problem with it. 

Though it’s hard for her to tell that kind of thing, admittedly. The aliens’ emotions are difficult to read, and so much of those emotions are relayed just in their bodies–their faces and gestures and even their postures, it seems like. Barely at all in their voices, even as expressive as they are. It’s . . . confusing, a bit. 

A lot. 

It’s disorienting, actually, but Kara tries not to worry about it as much as she wants to. She just–it’s just something she needs to learn. That’s all. 

Another something she needs to learn. 

There’s just so, so many things she needs to learn.

[10underoot2]

Faithful Lovers

This scene has become one of my favourite things to exist.

I love this scene for the rawness and openess of conversation. It's both of them telling each other with so much conviction why they need the other to see their perspective. It's vulnerable, it's beautifully done, it's art.

The pain in the hug is so palpable but so is the comfort. It's so hard to see her trying to add distance between them - before Hyunwoo pulls her into his embrace - cause she can.not.be.swayed.by.him. Does Hyunwoo apologise for putting her in a situation like this? For not realising just how much she has to lose? Or for being selfish begging her to say yes to this surgery?

Don’t do this to me. Don’t make me want to live. I won't be able to recognize you. I'll become a stranger.

First things first, thank you Kim Jiwon for that delivery. It killed me emotionally, made me cry and want to hug you even more. Protect this beautiful smoll bean at all costs.

Notice how one of the major things that keeps breaking her resolve is him. His love. His understanding. His physical being. Yet the only thing stopping her from living is also him . His memories. His love. Him.

When he tries to convince her that she will fall in love with him again her little head shake says 'But it won't be the same.' I love how it isn't written off as Oh I know I'll be able to love you. She has doubts. So many of them. I think just the idea that she could wake up and lose her ability to love him is unbearable to her. What if she can't love with the same intensity? Not feel what she feels right this moment? What if she looks into his eyes after the surgery and feels like she would rather forget him than die? Haein knows how much Hyunwoo's put into ensuring she lives yet she rather experience that love than throw it all away on a chance.

But Hyunwoo is defiant. He's not taking no for an answer. He can't anymore. He hates that she won't listen to him. That she's having doubts. Isn't it common sense? He'll be there. They'll figure it all out. She'll be alive. It's such an interesting and logical perspective to have 'as long as there is life anything can happen.' because once she's dead that's it.. it's the end. But if she's alive, the possibility and capacity of love still exists.

Even if you don't fall for me, ignore me or dislike me I'll still be there for you through it all. Why doesn't this kid understand that's exactly why she can't agree to it. She can't bear the possibility of that happening.

I think Hyunwoo shines when he says 'I made a promise. That I'd be by your side even if there's a debt or something more. So don't worry and just stay here please.'

Notice how this is directly in contrast with what she says right at the beginning 'We make promises in good times thinking they'll never end.' But Hyunwoo remembers and he's willing to be there through it all.

Don't pray about dying. I'm terrified it'll come true.

She's praying to die. Let that sink in. For a man who believes enough to pray for her to be saved, when her death is so imminent - almost a fact, this is indeed terrifying. I feel his fear and pain. Good grief, she's praying to die when there's such a big possibility of exactly that. She accepted her fate and he's willing to fight tooth and nail to change it. It's a tesimtiment to how many times he's spent thinking of a life without her. He's convincing her to rid of their memories. I know he's aware of exactly what it means. The chances they're taking but the idea of not seeing her again is so unbearable for him.

I love Haein's strong mindedness. She didn't budge. Her last look for me read 'I get it. I get it all but just no. I can't lose you. Please don't cry and make this harder. Don't make me want to live.' and with that she hardens her heart as she steps away and takes her hand from him.

While this man, ouff this man. Can we take a moment to appreciate the sheer desperation on his face. After she signals no again he's so helpless. 'Please, please see me and live, if only for me. I cannot fathom this earth without you.' Seriously, we all need to take a minute to appreciate his desperation throughout this scene. The woman that he loves, his ideal women won't agree to stay alive because she loves him too deeply. Just writing this hurts me.

It's interesting this scene works because by now we know where they both stand in this episode. For me, the reason this scene shines is the vulnerability - the two of them having this extremely open and confrontational confession. When scenes like this are executed and written well it creates everlasting frames like this.

Also they both suck at praying. If you're praying just pray to keep her alive and keep her memories intact. Why are they picking and choosing? It's not like God has a limit to what he can do. Truly nonsense prayers from both of them. 🙃

Gif credits: @jcpostsobsessions and @seawherethesunsets

[skyeslittlecorner]

Okay smol little kings, after play time now it's bath time 👀 Wonder how MC and the nobles give their king a shower (is it the correct way to say, bad grammar sr 😭)

Smoll kings propaganda is strong in us 🙏 I bet Avisos' boys love it too, they'd die from happines having Beel in the palace for so long.

꧁:･ ✡ ･:꧂

Satan doesn't actually need any bath because you cleverly sent him to play in the sprinklers with Paimon and Leraye in the evening. You expected that when you returned, everything would be ready, but all you found were laughing nobles and a little mud monster. It would take a month to comb the dirt out of his long hair... luckily Sitri had anticipated this and prepared a bath before you even asked him. It took you both a good half an hour to get Satan clean in the shower. Only then did bathing make sense. The kid was so tired that after all he fell asleep in your arms while Sitri was blow-drying his hair.

Mammon is very calm, but the whole bath will turn into a pool party anyway. Have you seen how big the bathtubs there are? It would be a waste to go alone. Besides, the rest of the nobles have no intention of leaving you. Bimet will complain about customers (and gossip with you) over drinks while Valefor and Eligos teach their little king how to swim. Mammon will let them do whatever they want, but he will still glance your way and try to come back sit next to you. As long as you are there, he is happy.

Beelzebub is forbidden from bathing with anyone other than you. He twists nobles around his finger and Bael said he would drown him (we all know he only threatens to do so, but inside he is soft). The shower will be quick and thorough, and you won't even look towards the bathtub, because Beel, even when he's tired, can’t stand still. Why should he take a bath? Dogs bathe with their tongue, maybe Nabe can lick him? You patiently reflect all his childish ideas. He squirms around like a flounder until you wrap him in a towel burrito and go put him to sleep.

Leviathan bathes himself. You can be with him, only you can, but don't get too close. You have a chair by his bathtub, and you make sure he doesn't hurt himself. He washes himself, although the soap regularly slips out. The problem is rinsing the shampoo out of his hair because he doesn't want to let you out of his sight for even a second, lest you accidentally do something suspicious. He was so worried that when you finally rinsed the foam from his hair, he choked on the water. Although quite confused, he didn't cry. Only touched his throat. He holds out his hands for you to help him out and cuddle him as soon as he's dressed in his pajamas.

[safination]

There's Children Screaming in the Streets

|Masterlist| Parings: Alasot x OC! Mina Warnings/ Tags: Honestly, sadness. A big smoll sad. Chaos in the streets. It's insanity. WlW. Fem!Reader A/N: So, this isn't my usual Alastor x reader, but hush. I do what I want. This is a gift for a friend of mine @whatswrongwithblue. This is for you <3. Merry Christmas. I've been wanting to write you this story for a while but I've been too shy, but I finally found the courage to give this to you. I hope you enjoy it Mina is her OC, and she's honestly the best. This takes place during "Don't Take That Sinner From Me" from Blue's fic "The Fire in the Sin," which I highly encourage everyone to check out. Please check out her amazing story. It's honestly gold.

ᓚᘏᗢ ᓚᘏᗢ ᓚᘏᗢ ᓚᘏᗢ

Your wife runs her thumb up and down and up and down the skin of your hand. She does it in such a rhythmic and soft way that it contrasts the small huff in her steps. There’s a cute frown on her lips as you drag her, hand in hand, across the streets of Hell.

How cute!

She rolls her eyes as you give her the brightest smile you can muster . . . but she eventually smiles back nonetheless. “Are you going to drag me out the whole day?” she signs at you, her hands carefully making each word. “This isn’t exactly how I imagined spending my weekend.”

You position yourself in her line of sight, making sure she can see the way your lips move. “Yes, I think I will if you keep complaining like that,” you say, laughing a little, and press a quick kiss on her cheek. “Will that suffice as your payment?”

 “I’m going to need something better than that if you expect me to stay.” She snorts at you, and even if she cannot hear it, the sound she makes is too cute. “A proper one this time.”

You laugh a little louder, slowly pulling her by her shirt to steal a kiss from her lips. There’s a small giggle as you do. “I can give you more la—”

 B̷̨̨̢̨̨̧̲͔̜̳̟͈̳̫̖̗̻̩̗̝̻͇̼̖͚͙̠̪̖̭̳͚̘̬̥̰̙͉̞̈́͂͊̍͜͝͠r̷̨̨̡̢̩̜͈̼̭͍̮̰̙̮̝̺͓̦̮̀͆̌̀̔͑͛͊̌̆͋̊̀̊̓͂͗̂̑̀̑́͂͋̎͆̔͛̊̊̈́̔̆̋̈́̂̚͘͠͝͝i̴̧͇͚̣̟͑͗͊̐̅̈́̋̉̾͆̎̂̆̇̿̐̓̾̿͑͗́̅͊͑͘̕̕͝͝n̷̛͔̼͚͓̝̺̙͍̩̤̖̪͔͖̞͓̈́̈́͗͛̀͊̀͆͋̈́̄͐̋͘͘͜ͅġ̸̡̫̖̯̦̪͈͍͇̺̭͚̼͇̤͉̗̰͖͕̥̀͊̈̐͛͌̇̔͒͆̈́͘͜͜͝͝ ̸̧̡͚̠̤̦̩͈͛͗̉̅͒̉̋͆̑̏͆͌͌͒̚ͅm̶̧̨̧̧̡̛̛͕̥̱̼̩̞̲̬͖̻̥̬̜͇͈͕̞̻̙̫̩̯̪̱͖̤̟̪͙̯̮̫̻̘͇̅̊̀̓̉̾̑̽̈́̇͝e̸̢̢̧̢̜̥̳̦͇̹̜̩̲͍͕̟͓̳̯̦̥͎͔̭̹̝̥̼͔͉̾̽̈́̋̓͆̄́ͅ ̸̮̼̣̤̗̩̩̫̳̬͉̝̳͇̠̖̘̰̽͋̈̀̊̒͑̈̒̾̂̋̄̎͋̈́͂̈́̉͂̄͌͌̄̓̕͘͝͠͠A̷̧̬͕͎͈͆̆́̅͜͜͜l̵̨̹̦̤̟̳͕͙͍̣͈̻͕̲̣̰͍͖̜̺̙̱͕͓͇̻̘͓͖͑͗́́̀̋͂͒̿͗̒͘͠ą̸̧̢̛̻̗̝̙̟͔̖̦̗̬͎̩͕̼̗͓̳̲̖̩̗͉̮͇̪͊̓̒̃̒̌͌̃̽̈́́̑̈̆̅̌̿͑̎̇͂͐̊̈́̎̅̈͐̑̚̕̚͝ͅş̷̨̧̧̛̭͈̖͕̗̙̰̟̭̣̹̠͖̘̰��̖̤͖̰̖̙͊͌̓́͛̉̄́̕͜͝ẗ̶͇͕̭̗̟́͒̋̒͝ǫ̵̛̼̻̗͖̝̞̻̱̲̼̠̩̤̩̠̮̯̙̪̞͖͖̅̅͂͑̇̈̄͗̉͌̇̌̊̏̉́͐̾̀̂͋̅̎̆͆̇̅̓͐̿͘̕͘̚͘̕͠͠͠ŕ̵̢̡̛̘̼̺̲̭̱̥̤̟̥͖̲̪͙̺̭͙̣͓̤̗͇̆̉̅͆͑̓̇̌̂̀́̄̇͂̄̓͒̓̃̾̊́̕͘̕͜͝͝͝͝

It starts off as a soft melody, the distance making it almost impossible to hear, but the voice is there. It echoes vividly against the curses and the booming sounds of gunfire. The voice that you hear . . . it’s . . . it’s beautiful. It reminds you of the laughter of your wife, or those small squeaks she makes when you sneak up on her.

The voice that calls out to you sings a soft tune. It’s ethereal, almost so enchanting that it brings you into a small lull. It reminds you of the Queen’s voice.

B̵̛̲̺̰̼͇̼̻͚̥͇̝̣̺͈̣̞͍̞̭͈̭͇̥̋̑̂̍̅̍̈́̈́́͋̀̽̓͊͘͘͜͜͜͠ͅr̵̛̤͕̭̩͈̤͓̬̤̟̳̘͓̟͈̳̀͒̓̑͋̄͂͑͒͋͗̿̋̐̕͝ͅi̶͓̽̈́̂n̸̢̬̮͓̣̣̼͚̟̍̆́̉̃̽̈́̎̉̈́̅̿͛̈͝ͅg̸̢̡͙̝͚͔̻͓̝̖̫̩̮͊̈́ ̷̢͈̬̣̪̞̖̭̼̪̪̠̠̳̩̜́̓̇m̴̧̨̛͔̘̹̱͈̖͕̻̤̲̞̓̈́̆̌̽̂͋̌̎̈̐́̒͂̒̓̕̚ͅe̶̮͍̯͚̦̣̤̞̥̤̫̞̫̳̙̘͔͗̀̀̃̎̿͑́̕͜͜͝ ̵̠̬̬̥̑̒̓̌̾͋̔̌̈̓̾̐͐̂̋̓̕͘͜͝͝A̴̡̨̨̨̨̤̭͙̙̘̜̣̣̖̳͕͕͎̜͇͔͉̺̙͗͂͜ͅl̶̡̨̠̖̟͚̗̤̪̱̗͎͎̼͚̻̥̏̓̒̽̐͋̓͆̿̂͂͂̑̔̾̏̈́̚̕͝ḁ̵̧͙̲̭͚͕̣̬͍͎̰̠̰͇̭̒̿̽́̅̾̐̌͜ͅs̸̡͎͕͚͚̫̙̯̖̱̜̠͕̻̞̲͗̌̀̈́ť̵̢̧̤̝̯͍̝̪͎̬͉̝͚̮̦̼͖̱̩̜͔͛̍ͅơ̴̠̘̹̇̎̂̊̉̌͑͘̕̕r̵̫̻̜̖̭̮̯̝̫̣͉̳̪̺̮̦͔͕̩͓̥̬͊̂̌͌̍̈́̿́̇̂́̿͑̂̀̋̂͝͝ͅ

The trance breaks when your wife tugs in your hand. “What’s wrong?” she signs. “You don’t look too well.”

You blink, trying to shake off the effects of the song. That owner of that voice must be one powerful Sinner if even the softest melodies affect you like this. It would be too dangerous to stay. “I . . . don’t know,” you say, slowly, but give her a bright smile. “Let’s be safe, and just go home.”

“But our errands.”

Truthfully, it was your errands, and she just got dragged along.

“We can always just do it tomorrow,” you say, grabbing her hand. “We have eternity to do these things together.”

There’s a suspicious look on her face, but she nods once, and pulls you to the direction of your home. 

You spare one last glance at where the voice sings after you, then follow after her. After all is said and done, this is still Hell. It’s better not to get mixed up with anything dangerous, not when your little bubble of Heaven hangs in the balance.

B̷̛̬͓͉͔͎̺̭̪̺͐͐̈́̒̎́̋̄̐̌̽̒̈́̔̏ṛ̶̳͙̘̣̼̝͕̲̤͊̈̇̔̀̉̇̎͜͝͝i̸̛͓̻̭̦̯̬̮̙̣̘͍̦͓̝̹͎̓̂̈́̔̔͐́̅̎̅̋͘͝ň̸̩̙̮͒́͗̇̈́́̔ģ̶̞͎̳̼̯̳̞̮̹̼̰̲͇̑͊͑͋̀̆̂̉̏͑͋̑͆̑͘͝ ̴̧̡̛̗̺̖̭̭͖̞̮̯̱̭̈́̄̇͌̐͑̿̍̄͛̓̑̂̕̕͜͝m̶̨̧̩̪̰̭̬̠̣̜̥͔͖̘͙̝̔͂̍̈́̓͂̋̎͋̔̌̆̀̕͝͠͝é̷̖̱̭̞̘͕͍͉͈̟̐̏̀͌̅̆̋̂̿͌͝ ̸̧̜̞͓̘̱̟̣̅͐͑̈́̂̀́̌̓̃͋̕͝͝͝Ă̷̧̙͌̓̀͆̚l̴̢̤̦̺̤̼̭̳̺̝̮͙̇̂̅̏́͐̕͜a̶̢̜̥͓̰͓̬̣̰͍̪̜̮̘̦̬̣̮̍̑̇̀̎̽̍̉͌̃̅̋̈́̅̈͠͠͝s̵̨̛͔͚͓̟̣̣͖̗̰̺̳̠͎͓̞͉̪̩̊̋̋͗͗̈̃̔̒͘͠t̸͍̂̉̍̔̀̆͋͒̒̓͠o̴̢̗͎͎̮̩̭͗̔͐̈́̓̌͊̏̑͆͘͝ŗ̶͓̺̫̱̤̩͓̥̬̐̀̄̓͊̿̿̓̍̌͘ͅ

She bumps into your shoulders, jolting you harshly. “You keep spacing out,” she signs. “Tell me what’s going on. Don’t lie to me.”

“I really don’t know,” you say, pulling her to walk a little faster. “And I don’t want to find out. Let’s just get out of here, yeah? I’m sure it will be fine.”

There’s a small twist on her lips, but your wife nods at you and squeezes your hand with a reassuring smile.

B̴͙̂̑͛̋͂̆͗̂͘͝r̶̭̂́͆͒̎̿́̐̎̎̂͘͝͠ì̷̩̼̞̻̥̖̠̯̼̳̒ṋ̵̥͇͒g̵̡͉̬̟̜̰͎͉͇͔͌̅̃͑͆̓̓͌̄ ̵̡̨̠̤̤̤̪̙̦̝͔͇̯̺́̀͊͒͐̽̆̒́̀͘m̴̤̖͕̩͖̍ȇ̷̞̭̖̪̳̾̆̍͆̊̔͘ ̶̡̛̫̬̠̯̮̥͈̦͍̠̳͎͚͊̃̏́́͛́̿̈́͛͒͋A̵̧͈͈̦̹̼͛̈̌̅͗̐̎͑̅̇̚l̸̡̛͚̺͕̣͎̀͆̎̈́̂͋ả̵̧͕̆̎̑̅̾́͗̉̓͝ş̴̝̝͚̺̖͓̯̬͖̹̰̪͆̔̈̒̓̀̋͒̈͛͠t̷̥̺̳̖̻̬͖̗̯͚̔̔̊͌̈́̎̅̋̅͑̊̈́̈́̒ǫ̴̨̛͖̻̬͍̙̦̉͋͒̌̃̐̿͗͒͆͘͘͝ŗ̶͇̖̜̣͎̺̻̰͈͙͉̑̀͘

B̷̗͌ȑ̸̤̖̖͋̿͑̔i̸̱̞̜̼̗̍̇̒̀́͛̕n̴̝̞͔̠̎̓̏̔̉͝g̴͖͙̠͓͎̖̿̊̅̂͛ ̶̨̝͎͕͂̐͒̊͜m̴̝̌͗̃͝e̵̛̩̬͇̰͇̾̅̀̽ ̷̡̛̪̱̯̞͚̠̈́́͂̔́̕A̵̰͌̄͝ḻ̸̫̫͛̀̈̌͋̓͝ä̸͔̭́̿ͅs̴̹͕̍͋ẗ̴̛̰̤́o̶̳̊͑͂̌̋̚͝r̴͙̪̳͐͂̈͐͘

B̷̤͖͛̑ṛ̸̬̀͗i̵̦̚n̷̻͂g̵͈͋ ̵͖̰͠m̴̖͈̆e̴̛̗ ̶͕̣̈́́Ą̶̰̑l̸͚̫͛̚a̴̢͊s̶̪̼̍̑ṱ̸̮̏̏ö̵̼́̄r̵̮̭͆

Everything . . .

. . . Everything . . . uhhhhhh . . . Everything?

What about everything?

. . . Everything starts to become fuzzy.

It starts off small, but there’s definitely something clawing its way into your body. It climbs up your skin in sweet melodies. You pull your wife to walk faster when the siren’s voice grows louder. Oh god, you never should have gone out today. It was a mistake to—

Your wife crashes into you, tackling your body aside.

A car crashes into a small shop, exploding on impact. The heat from the fire trails up your skin, and the deafening sound rings across your ear. Yet . . . you can still hear the song of the sire, echoing in your mind.

Your wife pulls you up, dragging you across the streets as chaos itself descends on the streets.

Sinners were attacking each other, ripping limb after limb after limb. A mob of them enter into shops, pulling anyone they could get their hands on to the streets. It’s madness. It’s in the way fire crackles from the burning door of the bakery. It’s in the way the cars blare their alarms for everyone to hear.

Despite the chaos, only one thing rings across clearly . . .

B̷̨̔̅̔̆͗̋̈́̓̒r̶̢̢̐̽͂̕͝i̸̮͖̠͙̮̩͉͐͊̄͠͝n̶̛͎̼̝̓̒̊̿͂̉̈́͠͝ǧ̴̛̘͌̄̇̑ ̴̫̺̠͊̏́́m̴͚̃̿̈̇̍͆̀̚͝͝ẹ̸̲̊̆̃͆̆̋͘͝͝ ̶̖͈̤̦̉͋͌̓̌̂̒͘͜À̸̱̼̎̂̂̈́̒͂́́̈́l̴̬̺̲̣̪̠͊͊͂̚͘͜ä̶̛̻́̏́͒͐͌̓͒͑͝s̸̢̡͇̠̎̿̔̓̎̒̀̈́̚t̴̮͓͓̫̜͚̜̱͖͚̳̔̾̆͆̓͋̄͊̉̚͝o̶̭̟̓̉̿͛̐̎̄͂̈̕͜͝r̸̢̲͋̌̐͋̿̈̽̌̍̚͜

You’re pulled into an alley, far away from prying eyes. The smell of blood and feces mixing with that distinct sulfur air, prick your nose.

“Tell me you’re okay.” Your wife demands, waving her hands around as she signs frantically. “Hey! Tell me nothing’s wrong with you.”

The words choke around your throat. That command rings across your mind. It’s getting clearer by the second.

B̵̯̰͑̓͌͂͝ŕ̵̨̠̩̣̞͛̄͊̽̈́͝i̷̢̲̠͚̥̾̇̌̎̾̀͜͝n̷̰̆͆̂̏͜ĝ̵̛̼͎͙̳͌͋͜͜ ̷̜̮̹́̈̊͘̕m̶̼̈̃̌̂̌è̴̡̮̮̰̹̮̝̀̓̌ ̶͍̈͌͌̈́̇Ą̸̻̞̋̈́͛̊̈̈͘̚͜ḷ̴͖̝̠̦̦̠̲̆̓̐́̐̕̕͠á̶͚̱͈͉̖̭̦̚s̵̡̗̯̼̣̭̈́͑ͅt̶̜͔̗̣͙͆͌̌͐̚͝ô̴̢͉̙͓̦͙͕͠ͅr̵̛͈̤̥̮̥̖͂̐̋̍͊̑̚͜ͅ

There’s no reason – absolutely, no reason – for you to slap her hand away. You know that she’s just trying to reach out, but it’s like your body surges with something, and you end up doing so. You wince a little when she looks at you, hurt all over her expression. It’s in the way she frowns at you.

“I’m sorry,” you say, quickly. Not once have you ever laid a hand on her. You promised yourself you would never do such a thing to anyone. “I don’t know what’s going on with me right now.”

She smiles . . . and then . . .

. . . Wait. She smiles, and then –

And then what?

Absolutely everything and nothing, all at the same time.

B̴̪̲̟̥͊̈́͝r̸̹͖̱͙̎̇̕͘i̶̡̥͌͜n̶͓̖̠͚͂̀̆ğ̷͕̾̂͗̀ ̸̲̹̯͕̰̱͆͊͋̏ṁ̷̱̦̼͉͊̚e̴̡͉̤̭̾̃̽̇̍̕͝͝ ̷̧̤̖̠̘͚͝Ă̴̮̮͇̹l̵̳̲͈͎̠̱̗͈̊å̸̞͕̓̈́̑̽̅̋̕s̶̙̆̈́̍̀̐t̵͍̲͈̬̲̟̖̭̄͌̓́́̒̑ò̸͎̲͐̃͑͘͘r̵̢̼͉͊͛͂̂̽͗͝

B̴̠͒r̸͙͑ï̶͇ṅ̷̟g̴̬̀ ̶̦̋m̸̲͝ë̶̗́ ̴̲̄Ȧ̴͔l̴̖̚ȁ̶̢š̴͙t̴̰̐o̴͙̐r̷̲͆

B̶r̷i̷n̴g̴ ̷m̶e̷ ̷A̷l̴a̴s̷t̶o̸r̷

Bring me Alastor.

It tastes like a wildfire, raw and consumes everything in its path, but this isn’t your own. These emotions that bite down on you are not yours. Still, they trace a path up your skin with their fiery claws, sinking itself into your very being.

You pull back from your wife, stepping away to clutch your head. It’s echoing so clearly in your mind now.

Bring me Alastor.

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The command echoes itself in your brain, refusing to be denied. It consumes you, pulling you down into its fiery sea of . . .fury?

Yes.

No.

Despite the maddening wrath, there’s sorrow that traces every command, every line, every word. It’s carefully hidden underneath the wildfire, but it’s unmistakably there.

Think about what you’re doing right now.

Your hands are wrapped around someone’s neck . . . but . . . the heat underneath your fingers is familiar. It reminds you of a gentle touch amidst a grumpy frown. This belongs to your wife. Why are your hands around her neck? You belonged in hell for a reason, but your wife is your heaven. She’s the only good thing in a life that’s filled with shit.

The song refuses to release its enchantment. You’re fully aware of what you could not control. Everything is so vivid now – the heat of her skin, the trembling of her body. It’s all so clear to you.

Bring me Alastor.

Bring me Alastor.

Bring me Alastor.

“I’m sorry . . .,” you say, managing to choke out the words. “I can’t stop.”

Chaos burns the streets with its wrath, yet your wife stares into your eyes and your eyes alone. It’s impossible to look away.

Anger.

Confusion.

Then the worst of them all . . . understanding.

She reaches up, even as she struggles to breathe because of your actions, and wipes a single tear dripping down your cheek.

“I’m . . . I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please! I’m so . . . sorry. Stop me. Someone, please, stop me.,” you say, as more tears drip down your eyes, and land on her face. “Who is Alastor? I don’t know who he is.”

Like all things, that burning anger eventually dims down, and all that’s left is charred sorrow. So much sorrow. It crashes down on you like waves. It’s so different from the wildfire, but it consumes you anyway, dragging you into its depths. The tears roll down your face, and some of these don’t belong to you. You cry, and you cry, and you cry for the sorrow that does not belong to you.

It’s madness.

It’s insanity.

It’s . . . love.

As you gaze into the dimming light of your wife’s eyes . . . you know that it’s love that fuels the siren’s song, and all that love gathers into the corner of your eyes, and drips onto the cheeks of your own fading love.

Bring . . . me . . . Alastor . . .please.

ᓚᘏᗢ ᓚᘏᗢ ᓚᘏᗢ ᓚᘏᗢ

Mina stares at Alastor.

Alastor stares right back at her.

His smile hangs open, eyes wide and frozen like a literal deer in headlights. Even his hears are pointed straight. It takes a couple of blinks before his smile closes, and now he’s just stick in his pajamas, staring at her.

“ . . .but all that way years ago,” she tells him, scratching a bit of the fur on her skin.

Alastor’s ears bend as he tilts his head. “My dear, that was only seven years ago.”

“So, practically age ago,” she grumbles, crossing her arms. There’s a smug smile on Alator’s face that she rolls her eyes at. “I wasn’t exactly in the sanest mindset.”

“What the sight you must have been. Oh, I can practically hear the insanity you left with every stomp of your feet. All that sorrow must have been delicious!” Alastor laughs at her, tears running down his eyes. “Tell it to me again. I want to hear it again, my darling wife."

“Again?” Mina pulls the blanket higher on her shoulders, grumbling into the pillow.

Alastor tugs on the blanket, leaning his full weight on her when she doesn’t relent.

“Yes, again,” he says, and the weight he presses down on her causes a little purr from her throat. “I want to her the story of how the great Mina tore down Hell’s streets to look for me. The story of why your name still echoes from the madness of the power you displayed.”

Alastor presses his lips across the spots on her fur, tracing it with light kisses.

Mina turns back to him, sighing. “As if I would ever deny you anything.”

ᓚᘏᗢ ᓚᘏᗢ ᓚᘏᗢ ᓚᘏᗢ

If you reached the end o this, then you really should chek out The Fire in the Sin Once again, Merry Christmas, Blue! (Please help me think of something for Inu.) Thank you for such a wonder fic and being such a wonderful friend. I've been wanting to gift this to you since the moment you released the chapter, but I've alwawys felt a bit too shy about it, but I'm less shy now. I hope if you enjoy. Also, if this is big sads, I just want to say that you were the one who said everyone started attacking each other. So, really, this sadness if from you.

[thebarontheabyss]

Big spoon or little spoon ask for the ROs… or fork and knife

Lol, do fork and knife mean the same position, or is it something else? 👀

ANYWAY!

You know, as much as it's obvious that Death is the smollest spoon that ever smolled, I think they would also be okay with being the big spoon occasionally.

Lilith/Damian will 100% always be the big spoon, BUT secretly wants to be the little spoon and feel vulnerable. They’d never admit it, but the idea of being held makes them melt inside.

Morgan/a is exactly 50/50, and it depends on how they feel at the moment! One night, they might be cuddling you tightly; the next, they’ll snuggle up in your arms.

Hastur is the king of big spoons, is there even a question?

There will be no spooning shenanigans with Peisinoe. You try spooning them for 2 minutes, and then they will say you're too warm and shove you away. But they will hold your hand while you sleep.

Maybe He Without Name is the fork in the situation! He doesn't sleep, just standing there watching you. So, no spooning, just the comforting (or creepy) presence of being watched over all night.

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

We have a full hcs about a smoll MC, now how about a full hcs about a toll MC who's even more toller than Muriel? :0

The Arcana HCs: When MC is taller than Muriel

~ @zedibleandedible how do you always come up with the cutest ideas??? thank you for sending this in, friend! - brainrot ~

Julian

Very, very attracted to this and doing his best to hide it (he's failing)

So used to being one of the tallest people around that most of his flirtatious moves depend on the focus of his attraction being shorter than he is

Which means he's completely lost on how to approach you

He can't make a path for you through the crowd, he can't hide you behind him, he can't catch you against his chest - hang on a sec

This can go both ways

Now he's employing the reverse of all his tactics

Holding onto your elbow while you make your way through the crowd, tripping and falling constantly so you can catch him against your chest, asking you to grab something or spot someone for him

He could get used to this

He has a whole new perspective shift when your relationship progresses to things like cuddling and kissing, because he has to rethink all the mechanics of it (he's used to bending down for a kiss, not standing on his tiptoes) but he finds he quite likes it

Asra

Has loved you for years and is well-versed in interacting with someone your height (they knew Muriel long before they knew you, and they've known you for nine years now)

Though your height proved to be a challenge when he needed to teach you how to be human again

You had to lean on their shoulders, instead of their elbow, and they accidentally led you into so many door frames, signposts, and shop front awnings

There were also issues inside the shop. As it had been yours for quite some time, you had stored quite a few things on some very tall shelves that Asra couldn't reach without magic. (Or a ladder)

And magic lessons could quickly get out of hand when whatever you were doing ended up out of his reach

"Master, I can't control the fire spell!"

"Bring it down towards me! - wait, not near that shelf! Faust is sleeping in those papers!"

Faust doesn't mind your height at all. She loves hitching joyrides on your shoulders and looking down at all the teeny tiny humans below her

Nadia

When she first visited your shop, and mentioned that you were not the same as you were in her dream, this is what she meant

The truth is that you did appear at your regular height in her dream, but at that point everything seemed so out of wack for her that she assumed you just appeared larger than life

But here you are in real life, and you are in fact very large

Finds your frame impressive and, depending on your preferred aesthetic, is determined to find all the best ways to dress it (you have great potential in capes)

Secretly not that fond of having to look up to talk to you. She's used to being the tall one, or at least the same height

Starts wearing heels

Knows the whole time that it won't make a huge difference, but loves the shift in perspective

Never accepts your offers to grab something she can't reach, but she will ask you to spot someone in a crowd for her. Sometimes. Maybe

You are Chandra's new favorite perch

Muriel

A little surprised when he first met you

Hates to admit it, but he's rarely had to look up to talk to someone and he generally keeps his head down anyways. His neck was so sore the first few weeks he spent interacting with you

Genuinely delighted that he doesn't have to be the tallest person in the room anymore

Somebody needs something they can't reach? They go to you instead. Need to spot someone in a crowd? They ask you instead. People want to stare at somebody tall? They look at you instead

You love being in Muriel's hut as well, because it's one of the few buildings in Vesuvia besides the Palace and your shop that have door frames and ceilings that you don't have to stoop under

Once, Muriel had to ask you to put a baby bird back in its nest (the branch was just out of reach for him) and he nearly died on the spot from how surreal and attractive the whole thing was

Learns to like leaning his head on your shoulder when you sit side by side

Inanna has few thoughts about it. Unless you can teach Muriel to stop slouching

Portia

WOAH

She has so many uses for you, you are now required to follow her everywhere she goes (she's only half-joking)

Loves to rub it in her brother's face that she's with someone taller than he is. Not because Julian is insecure about his height, just because it's funny to watch him have to look up for once

Regularly requests to sit on your shoulders while you walk around. If you indulge her, she will only ask more often

Had to make a lot of adjustments to her cottage. Everything from the pots and pans hanging precariously close to your shoulders, to the mirrors hung at your chest height - the whole thing was a maze

She does have a personal goal to pick you up as effortlessly as possible. And, if you allow it, to demonstrate that skill at every party she attends with you

Regularly has you pay "tall tax" by grabbing things she can't reach, but really it's an excuse to grab your arm when you hand it to her and haul you down for a kiss

Pepi tries every day to climb your clothing like it's a cat tree

Lucio

He became so generally disoriented while he was a ghost and then while you were in the realms that he didn't realize how tall you truly were until he got his body back

There was a flash of insecurity there, he's not going to lie

However, he quickly realizes that having you as his lover and best friend means that he gets to brag about you instead of comparing himself to you

And brag he does. Constantly

(If he upped the height of his own heeled boots, no he didn't)

Secretly loves to watch people go slack-jawed when they meet you and they have to get used to looking up that much to make eye contact with you. Yeah, that's his beloved they're looking at

Shamelessly asks you to do height-related favors for him, even when it actually is in his reach or he can see perfectly fine himself

Regularly gets you involved in teasing playing with Mercedes and Melchior

Because you can hold the treats up so high! And they look so funny when they have to jump!

[buterccup]

141 with male reader

Jumpy boii

Likes to jump on, over and through things

Smoll but very high jump

A/N: I'm so sorry this took so long anon, I somehow managed to burn myself out on the first few days of writing. I should probably take it easier. Anyways enjoy! I hope you don't mind I made this into a headcanon- just had way too many ideas.

141 with a Male! Reader that can jump very high HCS

Warnings: Usual CoD violence, light swearing, can be taken as platonic or romantic (Not a lot of romance in this but still.)

Character(s): Soap, Gaz, John, Ghost, Price x Male! reader

FEM ALIGNED DNI

It was during one of your 'normal' mission with your boys and it was going quite well.

You all were on your way to getting the target in different pairs.

you unfortunately being by yourself.

And unluckily for you the way that you chose to go had more guard than expected.

It was annoying since it was the quickest way too. (rip)

You were talking through the coms with the rest of the task force, trying to find out how far they were from your area.

"We aren't far from where you are [c/n], keep staying your ground until we get there."

And if you were going to be completely honest, you were doing just fine.

A few grazes here and there but you were holding up well in your opinion although you were running low on ammo so it was hard to tell how you were going to hold up after a while.

It soon got to the point where you had to use broken pieces of glass and metal that were on the floor to defend yourself.

Keeping your secret weapon for last.

What was your secret weapon? It was jumping incredibly high, which you kept secret from the boys since you didn't feel like they should know.

It was just jumping after all.

Only a few guards remained and you hoped that the target hasn't left the building yet.

Only around 1-3 were left so you felt calmer than before.

"[c/n] we are right by the corner- Hang on- Behind you!"

"FUCK!"

And let me tell you, the boys thought you were something completely different.

From what they have seen, no human could jump that high or far without multiple years of practice and hard training. And well they never heard you talk about years of leg days you spent to be able to do this before.

Meanwhile you thought nothing of it as Ghost and Soap shot at the other remaining guards as you jumped the guy that was behind you and strangled him with your thighs.

I mean...wow.

It looked like something you'd see in a video game or movie.

And once the guy was fully dead you quickly jumped up and hopped over obstacles in your way to getting to the guys.

"What was that."

"What was what Gaz."

"YOU- You never told us about how you could jump that high."

"The more you know<3"

Let's just say they never stopped talking about it after.

And they all had their different ways of talking about it too.

Soap would always ask about how and if you trained to jump so high and if you did always ask about your routines.

I mean come on, who wouldn't want to learn how to do that.

Either way, Soap always comments about your legs and how strong they are.

Sometimes squeezing them as a joke. Well, you think.

While Ghost and Price, on the other hand, just praise you quietly and how you should use your skill more often.

Both of them sometimes go to you if they are tired from work or just couldn't get a night of sleep last night (ahem Ghost) and sleep on your lap mumbling things to you before sleeping on them.

Finally Gaz but not least, he always tries and gets you to teach him how to jump so high too but always ends up tiring himself after an hour or two.

He even joins you and Soap when you guys are working out too.

Overall they love your amazing skill and wished you used it more often.

Requests: Open

[hiwelcometothemonstersancturary]

Listing a few funny things that happened when Angel had to deal with the media, post rescuing everyone from Playtime Co:

Angel, still shaking from spending one week inside the factory and with dried blood still glued to their hair, smelling like hell, politely answering some questions while in the hospital while waiting for Dogday's emergency surgery to finish.

The media being obsessed with calling Angel, whose actual name is Raphael Taylor de Oliveira, "Angel" the moment they hear one of the toys referring to them as that.

Combine the religious imagery with Angel's poor little meow meow wet kitten born in a cardboard box with every disease face and we have a very, very easy way for making the narrative out to be "a kind ex-worker at Playtime Co. discovers that children were used as experiments inside the factory and risks their own life in order to save them".

Angel is instant-loved by Brazil the moment the first news start to arrive, which is something they're very proud of.

Angel having to hold Catnap and Mommy Long Legs by their hands while giving out an interview in their home, so neither one of them would be too mean to the poor reporters. Angel still has to tell them to be nicer though.

The cops and investigators having to explain why they didn't figure out there was something wrong with the factory when all Angel had to do was walk inside and say hello to the Huggy Wuggy statue.

A reporter explaining the horrific events while in the background Huggy stares at her like "smoll person :0}" and boops her. Cue to Angel saying sorry and anxiously guiding him away.

"What did you have to eat while trapped down there?", someone asks, and the toys all go "oh hahahaha. uhm. rats. and the bodies of our friends WHEN THEY INEVITABLY DIED FROM A DISEASE. we didnt hunt each other dw dw hahahahahaha".

Angel a few months later, after buying the farm, giving a "house tour" so people will know the kids are doing okay and stop pestering them about house-related questions. Angel is very excitedly telling the reporter about how much more space they have now while Catnap is eyeing a bird in the background. "Theo don't you think about that, you have food right there".

One of the mini critters listing all the toys that were gifted for them and saying "it's very nice, very chewable", I like how it tastes" and Angel looks at them like "so it's YOU who has been chewing the toys??????", with the reply being "and the doors as well!"

Catnap going from referring to Angel as "our savior" to simply "our mother" during any interviews or news reports where he somehow talks.

Everyone wanting to interview Dogday because he does, indeed, have a radiant and happy energy and audiences love him.

Angel saying "and the hut is the house of 1006, the first one to ever happen, but he would prefer if we just left him alone".

Poppy being someone who's always SUPER pleasant to work with, and excitedly telling the reporters everything they have been doing around the farm.

Angel sighing after finding out Prototype is Elliot Ludwig, KNOWING they'll have to tell the authorities so they can have license money and control over the Playtime Co. brand.

Angel turning to the family's lawyer like "you won't believe what I just found out", the lawyer saying "oh, this won't be the most absurd thing you told me yet", then after hearing Angel tell her about it going "oh, you are always full of surprises, uh. Uhm. Now that makes things complicated", and Angel laughing to the point of tears after that.

ALL the news reports during the trial against Playtime Co.'s higher ups and the negligent authorities. Kickin keeps a collection of the "best moments", which include Angel beating the ever living shit out of a higher up after he refers to the toys as "things" and "collateral damage" instead of "victims of human experimentation".

The news about the fact that apparently Elliot Ludwig became the first PlayCo. experiment ever, and Angel + Poppy having to deal with THAT.

Prototype's single public apparition, around 4/5 years post-rescue, because he had to go to court as well so Angel would have a chance of getting the rights to PlayCo. and all of its properties back to them.

The news when Dogday and Catnap get married, a whole decade post-rescue.

Angel just dropping the most cryptid information ever in social media or during one of the rare interviews they're willing to give after the initial years post-rescue. They tweet things like "I saw some people asking if any of the toys ever attacked me during the week I stayed at PlayCo, and I want everyone to know that all of them at some point did. But don't worry, I bit them back, we're all good now" and one time say "my husband and I like to grow tomatoes like this, but one of our daughters has been trying another way" and that's how everyone finds out Angel and Prototype are a Thing.

Craftycorn happily blogging her life as an artist and featuring all of the other toys during her videos, while Poppy does makeup and sewing tutorials, and the two of them doing collabs and livestreams often. During one of the streams Angel screams "THEODORE GRAMBELL LUDWIG OLIVEIRA DID YOU JUST HUNT A COYOTE AGAIN", and that's how Crafty and Poppy's fans discover everyone decided to add Ludwig Oliveira to their names.

I would say more but honestly this post has been getting pretty long so rip

[wannaeatramyeon]

I need something like a part two of Jake x smoll reader🥺 that was so good😭 What about reader wearing Jake‘s clothes

@11hinxd and anon, I might have been lazy and just gone for a 2 in 1...

Jake Kim x Reader: Clothes thief

G/N. Soft

Jake's threadbare wardrobe is not helped by the fact that there is a thief.

HIs favourite hoodie, gone. His most comfortable black t-shirt, gone. Even his grey sweatpants, gone.

The first time it happened, he had assumed that the washing machine had graduated from eating the odd sock to full blown items of clothing.

However, after working one too many late nights on the trot and returning home in the early morning, Jake realised that the appliance wasn't as ravenous as he initially thought.

The clothes thief, dressed in all his most beloved items of clothing, is sleeping soundly on the bed.

You were barely recognisable under the swarms of fabric. A shapeless, peaceful lump. Body slowly rising and falling with your breath, and phone gripped in your hand.

Jake's last message to you is still open, along with a half typed response before you must have fallen asleep.

He stifles a chuckle, tiptoeing over, taking the phone from your grasp and placing it on the bedside table. At the movement, you stir and Jake brushes your hair back as you blink blearily at him.

"What happened to waiting up for me?" He smiles down at your form, sleeve falling over your fists when you rub at your eyes.

"You took too long," Your voice is thick with sleep and displeasure.

"I know. I'm sorry." Jake leans down to press a kiss on your forehead. Just when he pulls away, you peer at him, frowning, and he grins and places one more on your lips and the pout vanishes.

"I can't believe you've been stealing my clothes." He says, fingering the collar of his hoodie and you tuck your face into it, hiding a mischievous grin.

"It reminds me of you."

Oh, well isn't that goddamn adorable. Not that he ever was, but how can he be mad when you're so cute.

"I suppose you can keep it," Jake has given you every part of himself. What's a few items of clothing? "Just let me borrow it now and then,"

You purse your lips, pretending to weigh up the pros and cons. "What do I get for it?"

Jake climbs properly into bed, despite being dressed in his Big Deal uniform. He wraps his arms around you and pepper kisses all over your face until you're half breathless, half giggling and fully wide awake.

"Good enough?"

You sort of want to say no, because getting a kiss from Jake is easy. He kisses you whenever you want and then some. If Jake's kisses were currency, then you would be the richest person on earth.

But just because it's easy and abundant, doesn't mean it's not good. In fact, you're pretty sure they're the best damn kisses in the world.

You give him Jake a nod. Although, 'good enough' may be the greatest injustice in the world.

He laughs and gives you a gentle squeeze. "Good."

[suzukiblu]

WIP excerpt for videogeek; Kara gets to Earth on time and the Kents get a two-for-one special on free kids. (( chrono || non-chrono ))

The rustic little machine whirrs to life, and Ma and Pa both make satisfied sounds and Pa pats its side the same way he does the “kuh-ows” when he’s pleased with them. Kara wonders if it has an AI operating system, but if it does, she hasn’t seen any sign of one. She hasn’t seen a single AI system on this planet at all, in fact. She’s started assuming they’re only used in more developed areas or bigger towns and cities, considering the primitive, bare-bones tech she’s seen so far. She doesn’t even know if Smoll-Veel’s power source is developed enough to run an AI system, much less Ma and Pa’s farm’s power source. 

Kara isn’t even certain where Ma and Pa keep their power source; she’s never seen it and actually has no idea what even fuels it. Though she’s almost certain it’s not crystal-based or solar-powered. At least, if there’s a crystal chamber or a sun collector anywhere on the farm, she hasn’t seen any sign of either. 

There’s too many things she still doesn’t know about this planet. Too many things she still doesn’t know about the farm, even. She’s still always following Ma or Pa around and following along with what they do. She doesn’t know how to take care of things herself, though, except for just the most basic, unimportant chores that are all the same every day and never actually change, or at least haven’t changed so far, and she doesn’t have the words to ask. Everything’s just–complicated, and so hard, and so hard to understand, and if she doesn’t learn it, if she isn’t good enough . . . 

Kal needs her to be good enough. Ma and Pa won’t let them stay long enough to learn more about this planet if she’s not good enough; if she doesn’t learn enough to be actually useful to them. 

Most of the time Ma and Pa don’t even bother getting her before they start their work or chores, and she has to catch up with them and insert herself into the middle of things, and then she slows them down, she’s sure, and then she’s an interruption and a problem, and . . . and . . . 

She needs to be good enough. 

She needs to be better. 

“Ma! Ma!” Kal calls, waving his Krypto toy at her, and the word sounds flat and alien in his mouth. He doesn’t even chime for her. He doesn’t really chime at all, when it’s Ma or Pa’s attention he wants. He barely even chimes for her, at this point. 

Kara doesn’t understand why that upsets her so much, but it feels the same way as hearing his voice as something so flat and alien. Aunt Lara and Uncle Jor would be disappointed in her, she thinks. Her parents would be disappointed in her. 

Kal doesn’t know any Kryptonian words at all, as far as she can tell.

[cider-est]

The full lineup is almost done!! (just needs some touch ups and a Chunsik design👍) FEEDBACK IS GREATLY APRECIATED!!

Design process under here (whole lot of yapping)

General thoughts: Ive given them in my previous design sheet (you can find it in my blog)(tldr: designs match characters but still childish, 8-12 years old). Only thing different here, is that these eggs were eggs who I had less of a clear idea of what I wanted to do with them (though I still really liked where I ended up!!)

Empanada: Didnt want to go for the full sweet lolita route, mostly because I thought it'd take away the "little kidness" of it all, but something that still resembles the aesthetic. She's wearing "carneirinhos" (idk the name in english) which is very cute little girl to me, and shes also a demon! Her tail resembles a frying pan!! Though I might change her fringe (it was supposed to be baby hairs but now that I think about it, her type of hair probably wouldnt have them) and put some argyle pattern in her sweater vest. I just forgor💀 to do that...I also wish I had made her shorter, but unfortunetely I drew this before the eggs did the height check (YES ITS BEEN THAT LONG).

Sunny: My beautiful baby girl. She means the world to me. I love this minecraft egg with all my heart. Shes wearing Light up sketchers and some fairy wings like Pomme, and shes actually wearing a swimsuit, she just put a tutu over it. The diamonds they're always holding are rings, they have a "terere" in their hair (idk name in english😭😭) and the beads were inspired by an artist on twt (@\BLUETOMATOSODA). Also if you are wondering why her hair looks like tentacles, its because I had originally made it puffy, but changed my mind after doing the lineart, so i had to get creative with me covering it up. Just pretend she has a fan, shes a star after all!

Pepito: Basically, he is very smoll. Chiquito even. He has strawberry hair and MASSIVE glasses that take up his entire face. Hes wearing a swimsuit aswell (dont ask how it works idk either), and has floaties since he cant swim. Hes got crocs, since flip flops hurt his toes, with a spider man charm on them! Also hes got a sunhat, mostly cause I wanted some other accessorie but didnt want to go with gas mask since it'd kinda kill the whole swimming vibe (since his model is wearing a swimsuit). sorry if its not too accurate to his character. Side note: Him, Em and Sunny all have freckles! Him and Sunny all over their bodies while Em just has on her cheeks.

Leo: Cute sporty vibe, love her shorty spiky hair. Wanted to try to make her face spiky aswell, for the whole shark dad thing. Shes got a necklace with a shark tooth (I guess she got it from Foolish??). He changes tshirts randomly, and opens and closes his attack on titan hoodie depending on the tshirt's expression (basically my version of Leo changing her player heads constantly). His trainers have dragon wings and also: whealies!!

Dapper: Im gonna be honest: did not expect to like his design THIS much. The colouring really elevated, with the long blue hair (the same colour as the ghosties!). Wanted to make them, y'know, dapper, so I had to sacrifice some of the "little kid vibes" unfortunetely, but I think it fits her still. The hat has part of the helmet that they used to wear a lot, demon horn to match Pomme, and a suit that is VERY inspired by Death the Kid from Soul Eater (very fitting for a reaper in training imo). Might be my favourite design!

Ramon: Jesus fuck you'd think designing your fav egg would be easy BUT NO. I struggled long and hard. Again, he doesnt have that much "little kid" vibe whatever man😭😭 Im just happy that I even managed to make SOMETHING. Hes got Create googles, his meathead is a massive hat that completely hides his hair. Very simple, very Ramon, though I will probably end up making a version with an ugly sweater just like he likes instead😔. I still like it but. man...

ANYWAYS IF YOU READ ALL THAT MWAH, YOURE A REAL ONE, THANKS FOR ENTERTAINING MY THOUGHTS🫶🫶🫶

[rei-comfort-zone]

Idk if I phrased it right but I meant how does Fatima and Idrees’ current dynamic differ to when they were kids?

No is alright ! ! I think you worded it just right ! ! (Coming from someone who struggles with writting out of my main language lmao, I managed to understand correctly😭) I haven't reply yet because I don't have doodles and I just got small ideas of what to draw, smoll Idrees and Fatima 🥺💔

By the way to reply to the wonders about Malik's age Ajskals I just noticed I worded something wrong, when I said his age I didn't even finished writting the full fun fact😭 I wanted to say the age he got married with Rasheeda

He is/was 16 to 18 when he married Rasheeda*** I do see Malik being a 20 something because he already haves a couple of years with his wife.

+ I haven't really done Fatima's age, I did made her to be around Idrees age but my delulu head can't always grasp with specific ages sometimes sjaks, I sometimes think of them in other time sets from time to time

Anyways dw because I will reply when I get some doodles to help and guide a little bit🙏💖💖💖

[writingforatwistedworld]

WARNINGS: Slightly hinted Yandere, kidnapping, isolation

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

If you don't know me (Hi, how is it going? Nice to meet you) then you might wonder why I post this under the yandere tag even though there isn't much of that in here (yet). This is a sneak peek of a bigger story which definitely has elements of yandere so I want to make sure that people who don't like reading yandere don't accidentally get on my blog. I respect their choice and boundaries.

Malleus Draconia-Over the rose bush (Sneak peek Pt. I)

You would assume playing an Otome game made you know everything about it was set in, helping its’ people and becoming a hero for them. But who would have thought that there was an entire kingdom ruled by one of the most powerful mages, who was only implied to exist in the game, hiding from the players’ eyes by being mentioned NOT EVEN A SINGLE TIME??! Funny. Interesting. Absolutely maddening. Maddening like the raven that got you into the kingdom in the first place. Yeah, getting over a huge rose bush wasn’t exactly what you would call “easy”.

But who were you to judge? After all, you were only a small individual who was such a huge fan of the game that when you found out who the datable character of Sunset Savanna you almost threw the console out of the window. Huh. This reminded you your friend the raven threw you over an overgrown houseplant surrounding an entire country.

Meeting the young-looking individual whilst hiding in the woods after falling from the sky was something you most certainly had not expected to happen. Heck, you would have rather believed that a pink cloud would fly down on your level and start singing mind-numbing tunes. But you were someone from a world in which swords weren’t exactly “in fashion” in battle so you didn’t expect one of those sharp toothpicks on your throat.

And would you look at that? Apparently, you looked miserable enough that he didn’t just kidna- *ahem* “took you with him” but also took you with him to a cozy cabin in the middle of the woods. After throwing you over a huge fence made out of a rose bush. Did I mention the rose bush before?

Alas, TVs and technology did not exist here so the cabin started to feel… uh… small? Imprisoning? Maybe both? Maybe more than just those two?

This is the point when the smoll rose bush behind your house, not the big one trapping you on an island, became your best friend. No, a brotherhood. The brotherhood of abandoned souls in the middle of the woods. You named them Helga. The narrator of this story says “Hi Helga.”

Something you did not expect though was meeting someone out here (other than Lilia the little annoy-). Deciding to look after Helga you had stepped out of the house only to be met with a breathing wall staring down at Helga. Helga seemed even healthier in his presence. Helga, don’t you dare to turn traitor on the boasitmotw (brotherhood of abandoned souls in the middle of the woods). The stranger had even plucked one of their roses and yet they still bloomed flirtatiously in his direction. You swore to cut your friend a bit shorter after this. IF there was an “after this”.

Turning in your direction the wall casted his gaze upon you and holy shi- (the narrator shakes their head at your choice of words) was that a vibrant green. Helga, you have good taste. You didn’t even notice his horns. Oh don’t get annoyed with me. I am just the narrator. It’s your fault if you get weak at every pretty boy you see.

Standing there like the most foolish statue within any world, yours or this otome one, you continued to stare at him. The man must have taken notice of your mouth that was opening and closing like a fish gasping for air but thankfully he seemed graceful enough not to comment on it. In fact, he seemed surprised to see you as well.

“I was not aware there was another human other than Silver in here.” Silver. Silver… Silver? Who was that? The questions running absolutely amok in your head were soon stopped though, coming to a screeching halt, when he stepped closer to you. God, that wand of his looked like it could impale you… that needle of the spindle looked dangerously sharp.

“Tell me, child of man, how come you are in this place?” How were you supposed to explain that a small man threw you over the bigger cousin of Helga?

[derangedanomaly]

hrusbddbdjd (angry noises)

fine >:{ i will help my Dad speak to Grandma, even if Grandma is making some mean choices right now

I’m getting the FaceTime ready, for Dad

I’m on grandma Diana’s end BC she probably doesn’t know how to use FaceTime, and she also might try to avoid Dad.

I am here, I am smoll, and I have NO fear of Grandma Diana!!!!

that is MY Dad she is being a meanie to, and I REFUSE to let her do anything to him!

he is his own person now! He is NOT Nightmare!

He is Chaos; my dad, a great cook, a weightlifting enthusiast, a caring person, and he is Amazing!!!!!!

Grandma Diana needs to CHILL OUT! And put on her glasses or something because obviously her vision is too blurry for her to see how awesome her son is!

Dang, y'all REALLY hate Diana, huh? Ya know what's crazy though?

Diana can be seen actually helping out, Chaos when he was created. Helping him through his little panic attack, and even looking genuine while doing so. (The comic right here)

So you might be wondering...Anomaly, Why does she want to get rid of him, if she cared? The answer is simple. She was only pretending in this comic.

She didn't mean a single word, and only acted nice, because she was afraid he'd do something drastic, knowing she copied Nightmares code, made her a little afraid of what he'd do. Luckily for her, Chaos is the opposite of Nightmare.

She 'helped' Chaos with basic knowledge, and that made Chaos attached. He was freshly created, and this person that created him acted so nice, and helped him through everything! Of course he'd see her as a mother. Chaos is a momma's boy at heart. He's too attached to his mom, that he would NEVER suspect her of doing something wrong. Like treating him wrong.

But he doesn't understand why Diana never came back for him.....

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