#;smokey queue

[tertain-the-original]

Princess Sapphire and her dragon attendant, Smokey.

Inspo under the cut.

[harrisonarchive]

June 3, 1999. Photo by Dave Benett/Getty Images.

“[George would pause] intently over one of the two jukeboxes filled with favorites, carefully and deliberately choosing what to play next: a version of ‘The Lumberjack Song,’ Ravi Shankar, endless Dylan, ‘Oh, you must hear this, Eric.’ Early Elvis. ‘Spam.’ EC’s ‘Layla.’ And yet more Dylan. His enthusiasm was contagious. He played the jukebox to inform and instruct. He reveled in sharing his delight in all kinds of music. He would go through periods of furious passions, often lasting for months or even years at a time, when he would insist you shared the joy of Smokey Robinson or the songs of Hoagy Carmichael or the Hawaiian music of Gabby Pahinui or even the ukulele nonsense of George Formby. During this latter stage everyone had to learn the uke; even Liv he taught to strum away. He embraced all forms life. It was to be savored and enjoyed. But music was at the heart of it. It could speak more truly to the soul. And the soul was what George was about.” - Eric Idle, The Greedy Bastard Diary (x)

[horsefriends]

Marina Beach, Chennai, India by Sidd Inban

[hardygalwrites]

Originally posted to FFN on the 20th of February, 2017

Simply archiving a writing challenge I did back in 2016 up to 2017 and featuring my favourite writing pieces from each week of the challenge here on Tumblr :]

← Week 27 (SS) – Week 29 (KO) →

Cartoon: Transformers Prime / Robots in Disguise 2015

Characters: Smokescreen, Knock Out, and Bumblebee, with appearances from numerous other characters (even ones not featured in the cartoons)

Synopsis: An Autobot Elite Guard rookie, a Decepticon medic turned Autobot, and an Autobot scout turned warrior turned street cop - three very different bots with a wide range of stories to tell. And we are going to spend the next year exploring said stories through daily-written drabbles, be they angsty, humorous, gut-punching, or just plain odd! Who doesn’t love a challenge? (2016 to 2017)

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Prepare for Trouble

"Hey, can we stop talking about work? Just for a bit? I mean, I haven't seen you for awhile. I want to hear how you're doing from you, not from some weekly message."

Before Prowl could reply, a certain adolescent sparkling ran up to the two strolling bots. "Prowl, guess what!"

"Not now, Smokescreen," Prowl said automatically.

Prowl's companion broke into a grin. "Ah, so this is the kid you've been telling me about!"

Smokescreen stared at the bot, bemused. "Prowl's been talkin' about me?"

"Yeah! Prowler's told me all about you! I'm Bluestreak, by the way."

"Oh!" Smokescreen quickly saluted. "Smokescreen."

Welcome to the Family

"So, if you're not an officer, and you're not a new squad member, then what are you?"

Bluestreak couldn't help laughing at the sparkling's utter confusion. "I'm just an old friend of Prowl's. Well, I think of him more as a brother, really."

Smokescreen frowned. "You're his brother?"

"No, no," Bluestreak laughed. "Not exactly. See, after my home was destroyed, Prowl took me in. He watched over me, helped me get better, and even trained me. So in that sense, I view him as my big brother. Which, hey! When ya think about it, kinda makes you my brother too!"

Hope It's Worth It

"And you're positive it was the Alchemor?"

Jazz shrugged. "Pretty positive. I just kinda took Bumblebee's word for it, and believe me, that bot's word always means somethin'."

"Yeah, tell me about it." Smokescreen sighed, pressing a servo to his helm. "Earth... Primus, that's gonna be real pain in the aft to get to."

Jazz tilted his helm, a sign of mild concern. "Kid, I don't know exactly what you're hopin' to do, but I can tell a lotta big bots are gettin' really jumpy about it. So whatever you're doin', for your sake, I sure hope it's worth it."

"Yeah, me too."

Marks of a [Youngling]

"Hello, sir. My name is Smokescreen. I've been assigned to be your bodyguard."

The words were practiced, respectful and to the point. The bot who spoke them stood rigidly, faceplates neutral, like one standing before a commanding officer - all marks of a trained soldier, ready to take orders and obey them.

But there was something about the way his doorwings nearly quivered in their stiffness, about the way his faceplates struggled to remain neutral, that suggested something else - a youngling who wanted to be anywhere but here.

The archivist smiled warmly. "Hello, Smokescreen. My name is Alpha Trion. I am very pleased to make your acquaintance."

[smokeys-house]

Mad that my queued event broke and not even a single post got through

[fawnlotties]

band nat x groupie reader!! she’d probably spot you at one of her shows and would let you skip the line to meet her

but anyways she’d 100% sign your boobs if you asked her - 🍒

YES. YES YES A MILLION TIMES YES.

she knows that it’s against her best interest to involve herself with any fan. her management has told her countless times that her flirting will get her in trouble someday - but she’d risk it for pussy, honestly.

you hadn’t exactly intended to leave this gig as one of her band’s groupies but the moment you lock eyes with nat from your place in the queue along the sidewalk, it’s become your ultimate goal. you were waiting with a smaller group of fans to see the band’s van pull up behind the venue, and maybe it’s the mass hysteria or your hormones but you swear that nat stares at you for a good ten seconds. others around you claim the same thing but you know it was meant for you.

you weren’t anywhere near the front for the actual gig, meaning that waiting out front of the stage door was your last chance. it didn’t matter that you were towards the back of the crowd, because the moment that the group of girls emerges, there’s a guard clad in all black ushering you right to the front.

nat stands in all her smokey-eyed glory and even though she’s shorter than you, you feel like you could die. nat isn’t being coy about things either - her eyes are all over your chest and your neck and you don’t think it’s just ‘cause of her height. so with the last of your confidence you tug down your all-too tight tank, nipples dangerously close to flashing both the other girls and the crowd, and ask as sweetly as you can for her signature.

nat is thanking her lucky stars as the cool sharpie scribbles across the skin of the top of your breasts, not able to help her smirk. you’re too stunned, gaze trained entirely on how close her face was to your tits - then she was pulling away with a wink. you’re disappointed at the lack of a selfie or even being able to introduce yourself, but as the crowd swallows you and you finally gaze down at the markings on your chest, you notice a group of numbers scribbled hastily underneath her signature. oh shit.

nat was more than pleased to see how eager you were to adapt to the lifestyle. the first time she sneaks you onto her tour bus the other girls freak, lottie jealously exclaiming that none of the other girls were allowed to bring someone back, why was she?! but you were a sight for sore eyes, so their complaints soon faded. especially when lottie gained a soft spot for your best friend who you’d bring along to gigs…

you were nat’s shadow, almost. anywhere she was you were. tour bus, green room, backstage, even at airports disguised in a stupid all-black outfit that made you look like some kind of weirdo spy. but it was all worth it when nat would drag you back to their hotel after a gig, sweaty and worked up, claiming that she only has eyes for you as she bites at your neck. her makeup is even more smudged than usual as she details how fucking good you looked in the crowd lighting, lipstick smeared on the joint you share, and on your lips when you shotgun into her mouth.

of course you get shit from other nat-obsessed fans. your paparazzi pictures snapped with the girls at clubs were like some 2000s tabloid cliche but honestly? it made things even more fun. it didn’t matter how whirlwind or dysfunctional being nat’s groupie was, every single worry simply ceased to exist when her face was buried between your tits :3

side note - @deerlottie ‘s rockstar nat bot was the first ever nat bot i spoke to and im convinced it changed my brain chemistry. genuinely So Hot i think abt it Daily 🎀

[brimbrimbrimbrim]

The Seed of Human Kindness (The Ghoul/F!OC)

CHAPTER ONE/TWO/THREE/FOUR/FIVE/SIX

Summary: The Ghoul stumbles upon a piece of walkin' talkin' meat out in the Boneyard. Instead of eating her, he takes her on as his personal traveling chef. Only this chef is a smoothskin vaultie looking for the seed of human kindness, which is exactly what it sounds like, though comin' from a Vault of all women, she's gonna take some convincing on where to find it.Tags: Cannibalism, Sadism, Body Horror, Misandry, Dehumanization, Vault Experiments, Vault Dweller, Cunnilingus, Cum Play, Rough Sex, Power Dynamics, Breeding Kink, Explicit Sexual Content, Voyeurism, Non-consensual Exhibitionism, Sexual Awakening, Canon-Typical Violence, POV Male Character

A/N: This is nasty. Please heed all the tags for your fair warning before reading.

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The Los Angeles Census Bureau looks about as inviting as it did in the seventies: a delightful courtyard of bones and failed dreams bordered by brutalist cement beds spilling with dead flowers. As he and his spurs jingle-jangle up the pavilion, a decayed hand staked between two dead bushes catches his eye. A blooming stalk of bleached bone, phalanges bent into a middle finger like some 'fuck you' posey straight out of the afterlife. Call him a presentist, but just the fuckin' sight of it makes his lip curl. 

'Fuck the establishment, indeed.'

The Ghoul's been following this endless trail for a while now; turning over these little slices of American bureaucracy is just another dot on the map, but a barbeque on the wind has urged his heels into a proper trot. Hungry as he is. Savory, smokey… mouthwatering, bringing to mind Saturday cook-outs with Barb and Janey, that ol' good boy Roosevelt at his heels, waiting for burnt hotdog tails and the stray charred burger as the martinis pile up. Those good times were lived by another man playing a good old American boy role. Those bygone memories come like a miasma: toxic. It's delicious in its own right, and he's just lucky the aroma seems to be coming from this building right here. A 'kill two birds with one stone' scenario, it would seem. 

He can hear the muffled commotion of chaos inside and the clatter of something heavy. Judging by the reverb, a bullet snaps concrete. It must've hit wiring too because the sign above those broken doors flickers—time-yellowed plastic covering a photon tubing of loops and flourishes. 

'The American dream…'

A broken, clipped shriek presses out the thin crack of busted glass and splinted wood ahead of him. 

'Oh, if life ain't grand.' 

What once were crying mothers standing in the breadline are mothers on the breadline, he thinks, some of that ol' Cooper Howard making a show again. He pushes that moralistic nuisance down and surveys the exterior once more, and… judging by the crude bullseye bloodstains on a single Brahmin skull, used creatively to keep the doors ajar (not to mention the smell)… they're cookin' folks on a spit inside. Fiends, most like…

Still, two hundred years later, the LACB is where folks get eaten alive every day.

Quiet-like, The Ghoul enters Feind territory, The Gun heavy front and center.

The aroma of fatty meat, both freshly shorn and sour, curls under his nasal ridge, drawing him through the decayed lobby. He steps carefully, spurs quite over toppled queue barriers, avoiding broken glass and crunchy piles of clothes. There's a burnt stroller with tiny bones and floral blankets he chooses to ignore, giving them and its mother's remnants a wide berth, focusing intently on the triangle of flickering firelight cutting from the ajar breakroom door. 

Silent as a corpse, The Ghoul leans into the doorway, The Gun raised, and takes in the gruesome scene he's seen a hundred times, both worse and better but never benign. Eventually, someday, he won't feel sick at the sight of such horrors. Who's to say whether that'll be a good day or not?

There's five of them, counting a naked woman hanging from a crude bleeding rail, 'cept she ain't being bled out, just cut down slow and sweet, as if the fear and pain is the finest marinade. Her body jolts, and another wail rattles his eardrums as a rail-thin Fiend saws off another strip of thigh meat from her bucking body, tits bouncing with delicate pockets of curvy fat jiggling deliciously. 

The Ghoul's stomach growls, and something else further south twitches, but his empty belly is more worried about being without food for much longer. Nothing but vials and rainwater means he's more inclined to find human flesh aromatic. Thankfully, the pretty rotisserie's screams are so fucking loud it makes his unceremonious entrance nigh fuckin' soundless. There's no reason to announce himself anyway—no reason to keep any of 'em alive for questioning since he's sure none of these boneheads have worked a computer system before, let alone know how to read logs.

The first slug blasts a hole into the back-head of the closest one: a suit-wearing twitchy son of a bitch sitting by the fire. Their brains spray across their friend's face, who yips as some chunky bits catch with a hiss in the fire. With the second one blinded by brain matter, The Ghoul turns at the hip and blows off the arm of a ratty-headed man still beating his own meat to dinner being sliced and spitted. A shot from his rotating revolver beneath the jawline into the brain puts that one down, even though chems seemed to have ruined it already. 

That leaves two left. 

The blind bastard's still swiping grey slop, blood, and skull chips from his eyes as his buddy rushes on The Ghoul's left with a sticky knife, leaving the girl to sway on her ropes, panting and cursing the Lord's name. This one's mean, sadistic… having enjoyed eating that smoothie alive. He's got janky teeth bared like an ape, poised and ready to take The Ghoul to his grave… again. 'Course, a quick backhand of The Gun stock puts him to the ground with a yelp, and two .357s to the chest keep him there. 

'Three down. One to go,' he muses, cracking his neck with a grunt as the last one curses and snarls. Still blind but jet-fueled, his eyes open and swimming in red offal, the remnants of his hit still smoking out his mouth. He stands like some western cowboy at a sunset showdown. The man even looks the part with two bandoliers and some sweet cowboy boots. Cooper Howard smiles with his straight white chompers as the Fiend tries to unholster a gun that ain't there, spewing nonsense through his teeth, but Coop's dead and gone. 

"Ugghh—fuggin'ghoul, ruin'dinna!"

The Ghoul's grin turns ugly and strong. He's the gunslinger—the outlaw—death personified by time and decay—somethin' outta Hollywood again, just not the good guy. 

With a snap, aim, and trigger pull, the last little Fiend's no more than maggot-meal slumped over The Ghoul's first empty-headed victim. Their dinner has been officially ruined, well… more like taken over. With the barrel still hot, The Ghoul turns to the naked smoothie with a careful eyeful of flesh, ignoring the way her gaze squints in fear before surveying his efforts with frenzied understanding. She's either gonna die or she ain't, and it's clear which one she thinks is 'bout to happen.

"P-please… please. I-I can… I can-"

"Hush those tears now, sweetheart," The Ghoul cuts her off, wetting his lips for a dry whistle before holstering The Gun, "I ain't here to eat ya." Though he turns to the fire, drawn in by the smell of cooked meat and sustenance—the promise of a full belly and a level head for a time… it'd just take a half-pound of juicy, tender-

'No… not yet.' 

It takes a heaping spoonful of willpower to turn away, to look back at her without seeing a hanging steak, begging him to sink his fangs in, tear apart, and swallow hole. But The Ghoul manages, somehow. With a Cheshire grin, he thumbs his hat up, brim lifted to show off his radiated smile—proof he means no harm. And when her breath slows and her eyes shine over his chops, he's only slightly surprised to find her more curious than afraid.

"Welp, it seems your dinner guest's got a little too careless, leavin' the door open like that an' all. Could be anyone come walking through those doors."

He takes a step closer, daring her to scrunch her nose in disgust, though she just blinks… some old tears falling off her lashes. Minus some missing meat, a bloodied face, one shiner, and… maybe two weeks of constant immune system shock, she's too healthy lookin' to be anything but a Vaultie. A pretty little thing that only good food, shelter, and generational-bred naivety could create. The Ghoul already don't care much for her.

"You from one of those Vaults." He doesn't ask, all ambivalence and peckish know-how. His survival instincts lure him from her to the spit over the fire again, where it looks like some of her thigh meat is slow roasting. She's lookin' real fuckin' tender over the licking flames…

"S-seven," she pants, shock and pain makin' her sound small, "V-v-vault seven…"

The Ghoul makes a sound of understanding, though he couldn't give two shits these days about which of the Big Four's Vaults she came from, even less which fucked up experiment they ran down there. For some reason, her being a Vaultie makes him even hungrier…

He glances back at her over his shoulder and smirks, all crude oil and a lil' starvation there, too, no doubt. It's been weeks since he's eaten, and before that, it was expired cram and a soggy snack cake, and she seems to know it. The smoothie can see it—notes the look in his eyes and deduces quickly what he's thinking. At first, she yanks on the rope, choosing to struggle against her bonds, though that works as well for her as before he showed up… 'cept it gives him another free show of the goods usually hidden from his eyes. Her tits are perfect.

That southbound lurch kicks up his belly, threatening to confuse his ache for food for something else, so The Ghoul snaps his teeth and points a leather-bound finger her way.

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[roselyn-writing]

Icy Goddess Chapter 13

“Casper the ferret”

A/N: It’s the first time I made a sketch or artwork for a chapter! It turns out great to do so! Also; I made Kuai looks younger ^.^ oh! One last thing! Please imagine the thing I drew is a ferret not a weird-looking cat 😅

Selviya woke up earlier than usual. She quickly washed her face and brushed her hair. She looked at her phone. There were unread messages and missed calls. She gave a perplexed look, she knew the caller was her mum and she sent her message about how is she now and she must come to get her pet, Casper, He had been causing trouble for her parents.

Selviya quickly put on her clothes and rushed to get outside the temple to go to her home. In her dimension.

On her way; she saw Cyrax and Smoke eating breakfast together. They smiled once they saw her.

“Good morning Selivy!” Cyrax greeted.

“Good morning Cy!” Selviya greeted back.

“Top of the morning to ya!” Tomas said, mimicking the British accent.

Selviya only chuckled at this. Cyrax wasn’t having it; he gave Tomas a deadpan look. He doesn’t want Selviya to be mocked for her accent, Tomas gulped at this. However, Selviya doesn’t see it that way.

“Rise and shine Smokey!” Selviya greeted back.

“Aren’t you going to have breakfast!” Cyrax asked.

“Sorry, I need to do something right now!” Selviya apologized, “see ya!”

“Okay then!” They both said in unison.

Selviya walks as fast as she can, she misses her parents and Casper too.

Selviya starts up her car, She looks at the fuel gauge, it is near the E. She hopes she can make it near the nearest gas station.

She used her Crystal Silvernium to teleport to the nearest gas station. There she can fuel up her car and buy breakfast.

To her luck; the were no full queues in the gas station, so she drove front so that she could fuel her car and pay for it.

Selviya got out of her car to take one of the gas pumps, she took the one that was for her car.

She put the pump inside the gas cap, she took out her phone while waiting for the gas pump to fill her car.

When the process is done. Selviya put her phone inside her pocket, she went to pay for the gas. Then she wants to buy breakfast from the store near the gas station.

Inside the convenience store. There is a small section that sells donuts and coffee, She went there and ordered a strawberry donut and a hot cappuccino. The worker hastily made coffee and prepared her order in a small brown bag.

“Have a good day ma’am!”

“Thanks! You too!”

It didn’t take long for her to have her breakfast. She paid for it then she left it to her. She breathes with comfort and happiness. She misses her parents so much.

She was so hungry that she devoured her donut before reaching her parents' house. The coffee is too hot for her to be drank downed hastily.

She reached her parents' home. She got out of her car then she turned it off with her key.

With coffee in her hand. She is quite ready to meet them, In her heart she knows that her mother will make her hear words she doesn’t want to hear, Like she is a careless pet owner.

She buzzed the buzzer and waited for her mom or dad to open the door. Her mom opened the door for her, she was met with the same look her mom always gives her. A forced smile.

“Top of the morning to you Mom!” Selviya greeted, She gave a warm smile.

“Good morning daughter,” her mom greeted back.

As soon as her feet get inside the house. A white furry thing sprinted its way into her and jumped into her, Thus making her fall near the entrance.

“Casper!” She squealed.

Casper eagerly kissed and hugged her. He loves Selviya so much, one can tell by looking at it. Selviya holds him and gently massages his head.

“He was very troublesome as of late,” Her mother confessed. “Your dad and I are going to have a vacation!”.

“Wow! You deserve some rest, Mom!” Selviya muttered.

“Even if we finished! You still need to take him with you,” Her mom told her.

“Okay, mom!” Selviya replied.

“Hello! Daughter!” Her father said he rushed to hug her.

“Daddy!” She exclaimed, hugging him.

Casper jumped into Selviya's head, he didn’t want to be crushed by these two humans.

“I’m going to miss Casper,” Her father confessed, “ he was troublesome but I will miss his cute face!”

“You didn’t see him when he broke your mom's vintage tea set” he burst out laughing at this.

Selviya gave a light-hearted chuckle. She smiled at her father. Unlike her mother who huffed at this, her father loves Casper so much, Although the latter is mischievous and troublesome.

“He will miss you too! Daddy” She said brightly.

“Alright, Aran! Let us pack our stuff!” Her mother said, “We can’t miss the flight!”

“Wait! You are going now!” Selviya spoke.

“Yes now!” Her mother replied.

“Okay, did you inform someone to look after the house?” Selviya asked.

“Yes, My sister will come to look after it,” Her father said.

“Okay then!” Selviya uttered. “Goodbye then! I need to go”.

“Goodbye, daughter! Be careful!” Her father told her as he reminded her to be careful.

“Okay, Daddy!” She articulated.

But before she left, she went to her room to pack her pet supplies and his cage. Casper eagerly entered the cage so that he could be carried by his owner Selviya.

With that, Selviya is ready to leave the house. She carefully held the pet cage and put it inside her car. She used the seatbelts to keep it safe.

Selviya started up her car before she drove to her destination, she took a sip from her hot coffee.

She opened a portal using her Crystal Silvernium pendant. She entered it and thus reached her desired destination, The Lin Kuei Temple.

“Let’s go, Casper!” She brightly said, “To your new home!”.

Selviya parked her car in its usual place, turned it off, and then entered the temple.

She was met with Sareena and Bi Han who were having their morning stroll near the icy mountains.

“Hi!” Selviya greeted me with a big smile.

Sareena and Bi Han smiled at her and greeted her back. But they noticed the cage she carried.

They didn’t say anything but they only gave her a questioning look. She smiled sheepishly at them.

“Meet my ferret pet! His name is Casper!” She announced as she showed them her pet. Which is a white albino ferret named Casper.

“He is so cute!” Sareena chuckled.

“Wow! I never knew that you had a pet!” Bi Han muttered as he gently patted the ferret’s head.

“I didn’t mention it earlier, sorry” she replied sheepishly.

“That’s okay!” Both replied then they left to do their morning stroll.

Selviya went inside the temple carrying her cage and other things. She was stopped by Kuai, and the moment he noticed her, he went to her.

“Where were you?” Kuai asked, He was worried but he didn’t show it.

“I was in my parent's home to bring Casper!” She answered him, As she pointed to the cage.

“Oh,” He uttered.

“My parents couldn’t take care of him because he was causing trouble for them,” she continued.

“That’s understandable,” He replied.

Looking at the cute innocent ferret he can’t help but smile and gently poke his nose. In his heart and mind, he always wanted to have a pet when he was a younger man. Lin Kuei didn’t allow any, but he can allow it now. He even remembered sneaking a snow leopard, Luckily for him Bi han caught him and reprimanded him for it making Kuai return the panther to the wilderness again.

“I’m going to feed him now,” Selviya said.

“Okay then!” He uttered.

Selviya went to her room. She gently put the cage on the bed. Opening the cage door for Casper to get outside, Selviya prepared his food into his bowl. She fed him dried fish and eggs.

Casper made a happy sound. As he delighted in his meal. He loves the dried fish and the eggs that Selviya gives him.

After she fed him. She prepared a bath for him. He happily jumped inside the bath, and Selviya cleaned him with shampoo. Giving him a head massage. Then she pours water on him. Before she used the hairdryer. She holds him in her hand to ring out all the excess water from him.

She used a towel to dry him, and after that, she used the hairdryer on low, Lastly, she brushed him with a soft brush. She spritz him with a pet perfume and he is now ready for a snooze!

Selviya sat on her bed near Casper, she took a sip of her coffee, Savoring the delicious and sweet coffee. She gently covered Casper with a blanket so that he wouldn’t feel cold while sleeping. She took another sip of her coffee while looking at her phone.

Moments later, she heard a knock on the door. She hurriedly got up to open the door, she didn’t want people to awaken her pet.

“Hi,” she whispered to him.

“Hey~” He whispered back.

She let him enter the room, and as he did, he glanced at the sleeping Casper in her bed. He knew that she didn’t want to wake him up

He gazes at the gorgeous woman in front of him. She always intrigues him; she is alluring. Her icy blue hair resembles the beauty of ice and snow; Her pale skin is like the purest shade of white and snow, Her eyes are another tale as they say. Her eyes are light blue shade intriguing and beautiful. She was like made by the ice gods— perfect and gorgeous. and she is for him to take and love.

“What are you looking at?”

Her soft and soothing voice had brought him back to reality, cutting his trail of thoughts. He smiled at her. He gently held her hand and kissed it.

Selviya smiled at him. She gave a light-hearted chuckle, She hugged him with force then she kissed his cheek. He hugged back and he kissed her lips with passion.

She is the most beautiful woman in his eyes. And he only wants to marry her. She is the perfect one for him; she is his soulmate.

He wants to marry her as soon as he can, He doesn’t want anyone to claim her before he does. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her for a hug. She yelped and chuckled at this.

Kuai only lets himself be like this when he and Selviya are alone. He just can’t control himself when they are alone.

He puts a hand on her waist and the other behind her head and begins to kiss her. He is lost in the moment and just holds her and kisses her lips gently and passionately, then he nuzzles her neck as he whispers to her.

“I love you” He whispered to her.

“I love you too” she whispered back to him.

He broke the kiss to breathe. He takes one strand of her hair and twirls it around his fingers, he loves her hair so much that he is obsessed with it. Selviya’s face is covered with blush; she finds it completely romantic of him to do this to her.

Kuai is fascinated by her, She is like a magnet that pulls him towards her. Before he kisses her, He was startled by the hasty knocks on the door. Selviya and Kuai quickly went to open the door. Because Selviya doesn’t want Casper to wake from his sleep.

The one who knocked was Bi Han; he told them it is lunch-time and they must be there. then Bi han left them to go to the hall.

Kuai nodded but he was a bit angry because his brother ruined this moment for him. He wanted to kiss his love and Bi Han came only to ruin it.

Selviya and Kuai left for the dining hall. each sat in their chair. Selviya sat near Kuai and Bi han. Sareena, Cyrax , and Smoke joined them.

Before Selviya eats her meal, she notices a little creature running around and that is Casper. He is always like this, the little ferret rascal.

“Casper!” Selviya called.

Casper jumped into her arms and snuggled himself inside her fur coat, as he gave her the cute eyes.

“Come here!” She said as she hugged him gently.

Cyrax and Smoke are shocked to see this. They didn’t notice that Selviya brought a pet into the temple. If memory serves pets aren’t allowed in the temple. They looked to Kuai for an explanation.

“pets are allowed” Kuai announced.

“Oh, Okay then!” Cyrax replied.

Kuai shifted his gaze to Casper. He was still in Selviya’s fur neck, enjoying the warmth of it. Then he popped his head out to look at the people.

He captured the hearts of all the people in the room. He is cute and mischievous too.

Kuai patted his head gently. Which prompted Casper to jump into his lap. Kuai couldn’t resist it so he gently held him and patted his head.

“I guess he likes you,” Selviya said with a smile.

“He does? I like him too!” Kuai exclaimed with happiness.

Kuai kept patting him. He even forgets to eat his meal. Selviya never wanted him to get distracted and not eat his food.

So she gently whistles to get Casper’s attention. It worked and Casper jumped onto Selviya’s lap. Kuai frowned mentally but he didn’t show it. He started to eat his food.

Everyone chatted and ate their food, Enjoying each other's conversations and stories alike.

The atmosphere was calm and enjoyable to everyone, There was no tension or anything.

After eating everyone put the dishes in their washing spot and left to do their business. Selviya took Casper and went to play with him in her room. While the others went to practice new fighting techniques and tactics. For Selviya; it is a bit early to practice because she is busy with her ferret pet.

Selviya gently hugged her ferret pet. Casper enjoys her touches and anything related to it. As the cute ferret he is, he snuggled inside her coat.

“Who’s a good boy? Who’s a good boy!” She said in a playful tone.

Casper only made cute sounds to answer her questions. He licked her cheeks too.

“Awwww! You love me?” She voiced with a playful tone.

Selviya felt her eyes get heavy as she yawned while holding Casper. She quickly goes to the sink to brush her teeth then she jumps on her bed to sleep. Casper slept beside her. Both dozed off and snoozed in a dreamless sleep.

Kuai opens the door to see his love. He saw that she was sleeping with her pet beside her.

He smiled at the sight before him, he turned off the lights and closed the door behind him to let them sleep.

“Sweet dreams” he softly muttered.

[absquatulatexyaryan]

︵‿୨♡ Ｈｉｇａｎｂａｎａ ♡୧‿︵

Paring: Hyuga Norisha x OC

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Friendship, Action, Tragedy, Slice of Life, Light Mature(mention of blood, fight scenes and swearing) {P.S No Smut}

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Chapter 2 (Part 2):

Visiting the orphanage in Nameless City gave her the opportunity to meet Smokey, Rude Boys, Lala, and Eri in person. She readily volunteered to be a teacher at the Nameless City School. She taught English, Maths and Painting to the children twice a week. She was told about the Central Lake, which was still severely polluted, how the government had practically given up, what had happened within the SWORD as a result of the Kuryu Group, and how urgently Smokey and Eri needed treatment and a lung transplant. This struck Seira and she went to meet Leora at JP Hospital the very next day where Smokey and Erin's treatment could be possible. She then got in touch with Damien and asked him to get her in contact with the organisation that dealt with the large-scale treatment of contaminated waters. He immediately got her in contact with them and Seira began to have a meeting with them. Soon after, her car arrived at the Rude Boys district port. When Seira finished the formalities and turned around, she noticed P, Yu, Takeshi, Lala, and Eri all excitedly looking at her car, while Smokey leaned against the broken debris and chuckled at their excitement. When Seira removed the car's cover P and Yu's jaw dropped. It was a black DeLorean Alpha5. Smokey and the others had a hunch that Seira was either the daughter of a wealthy person or something, but when Seira revealed that she had purchased the car with her own money and that her parents were average owners of a small company that went bankrupt after their deaths, it sparked their curiosity about what type of work she did before coming here even more. When she was asked she just gave them a vague answer saying she made things that she loved and made people fall in love with it. Seira often gave rides to the Rude Boys, Lala and Eri in her car on highways near Shannon district once in a while strolling around. So Makio told her about the festival being held in Druma Ikka and how she could paint live portraits for visitors and make money while also promoting her shop's opening in two days. Seira agreed without hesitation. She even called her cousin and told him she was back and that they should meet. He asked her why she didn't tell him he could have come to pick her up. Seira nervously told him that she had been here for a month now. She explained to him why she didn't contact him earlier because she was occupied with construction work but she very well knew that the reason was more than just that. He was very upset with her and sulky but the two agreed to meet at the stall that she would set up at the festival.

Makio took out the paintings Seira had made for reference which Shin and Kian had dropped off early morning at her apartment as she put them on display to attract visitors. While Seira took her supplies out, placed them in order and placed the empty canvas on the canvas stick. People were slowly getting interested in their painting stall as they started lining up to get their portraits sketched or painted. Makio was at the counter while Seria painted/sketched as per the customer's request. Their booth was soon filled with happy faces and delighted expressions. People who came for their portrait left with wide smiles and deep satisfaction. This made Seria feel a breeze of life enter her body as she continued to paint/sketch. Kizzy, intrigued, went to see why there was such a long queue at this specific vendor. Rocky, Katio and Koo were close behind her. Kizzy was so thrilled to get the group portrait that she pulled both Rocky and Koo into the queue. Katio was simply happy seeing his girlfriend excited and found the misery of Rocky funny. Rocky wasn't keen on having his portrait taken, but Kizzy's enthusiasm made him stick around. When they arrived at the counter, Rocky paid for the group portrait that Kizzy had requested, and they entered the stall shortly after. As they stepped through the red net curtain, Seria welcomed them. "Welcome to Seira's Painting Booth. Please take a seat." Seria said with a soft smile. Rocky looked at the beautiful girl in front of him. Her voice held warmth that he hadn't heard in a long time. Kizzy and Katio sat next to each other on the chair, while Rocky and Koo stood behind them. "Remove your sunglasses Rocky-san." Kizzy said looking up at Rocky who wrinkled his brows. "No, I won't." Rocky stated flatly. "Yes, you will. Remove them and hand them to me." Kizzy said sharply as she opened her hands monitoring Rocky to hand them. Rocky rolled his eyes in annoyance and handed his yellow sunglasses to Kizzy, who looked at Seira. "Could I ask you to keep them for me?" Kizzy asked politely with a sweet smile. "Sure." Seira said as she carefully took the sunglasses and put them on the table. Seria comes back, secures her apron's strings, settles down and begins painting them. "Are you new in SWORD? I've never heard of a portrait painter." Kizzy asked, smiling. Seira, who was painting the portrait, looks at Kizzy. "Not really. I was born here but my parents moved years ago to New York. I shifted back a month ago." Seira said with a smile, returning her attention to her painting. "Are you planning to open a shop for painting?" Katio asked curiously. "I am not opening a shop to sell art." Seira said without looking at them, her complete attention on the painting. "I heard from Makio-chan that you help her with her organisation work. How did you meet?" Kizzy asked politely. " We first met at a coffee shop. She helped me around with stuff then we bonded well and became good friends. Yes, I do work around with Makio-chan with her organization work. I volunteer in orphanages and other small schools in each district, teaching children how to paint and do other things. Helping around with other necessities for people in need." Seira said smiling as she got back to painting. "Are you the angel the kids don't stop talking about!" Koo questioned, surprised. He had often heard kids in White Rascals territory talking about an angel who gives Art, English and Maths classes one day a week. " If you are talking about the kids from the orphanage in your territory then yes, that is indeed me." Seira said, smiling, as she returned her attention to the painting. She was well aware that not only children from White Rascals territory referred to her as an angel, but that children from almost everywhere she went referred to her as such, to the point where even the elderly people she met referred to her as such. Rocky had also heard Koo mentioning this angel and had wanted to look into it. But the day he had arrived at the orphanage he got to know that the said angel had left for another district.

Rocky simply looked at Seira, who was painting with such concentration and a warm smile on her face. He wanted to know more about the angel lady in front of him. He sure knew that there was so much more to her and his curiosity to get more information about her was getting bigger because she was someone who frequently moved from one territory to another. Knowing how Makio was a person he just knew that the lady in front of him wasn't someone with bad intentions at least but who could know? "The portrait is finished. Here." Seira said getting up as she took the canvas off the stand, handing it to Kizzy. When they saw the portrait in front of them, all three of them were taken aback. The portrait appeared too lifelike to be one. The details were beyond words. Everything about the painting—the colouring, the strokes—was flawless. Rocky too was impressed with it and it was quite visible on his face. " You are not an angel; you are a goddess! Beautiful and exceptionally talented! This is the first time I've seen someone painting breathtaking art! Thank you soooo much!" Kizzy expressed excitedly doing small jumps. That made Seira smile fondly at her. "Thank you so much for your kind words. I painted what I saw before me. The beauty each four of you carry I tried my best to pour into it. I'm glad you liked it."Seira said with a tiny bow. "It's really beautiful. We appreciate you drawing for us." Koo said politely with a smile bowing as Kizzy and Kaito nodded in agreement. Seira's gaze locked on Rocky, who gave her a courteous smile and a slight nod. "Would you mind if I take a picture of you all holding the painting?" Seira asked gently while smiling. The three look at each other and then at Rocky who after a short pause gives a nod. Seira hastily grabs her camera and the four of them pose as the shutter clicks."Thank you so much for agreeing to click a picture." Seria said, happily beaming."I hope you will drop by Club Heaven soon. I'd be delighted to show you around. We have the most safest space and the best drinks to serve especially for women. I am sure you'll enjoy it." Kizzy stated as she held Seira's hand. Kaito and Koo nod in agreement. Rocky who had the canvas in his hand noticed that there was a smile painted on his face in the portrait. But, as far as he could recall, he hadn't smiled. "You painted me smiling when I wasn't?" Rocky found himself asking bluntly, which caused the three to give him a look of disbelief. Before he could say anything to make the situation better the four heard Seira chuckle. "You were smiling the entire time, sir." Seira said eyes shut tightly against the mirth with a warm smile.

After exiting the stall, Makio handed them a pamphlet for a flower shop. "Thank you for coming and do come by to the flower shop!" Makio said with a smile as she bowed. "Of course Makio-san I'll make sure to come by! Having a flower shop open in SWORD was something I always dreamed of since I love flowers. So excited to buy flowers after such a long time." Kizzy exclaimed enthusiastically to her friend as she hugged her. Rocky, lollipop in his mouth, couldn't help but glance back at the stall and then at the pamphlet in his palm. He was intrigued by Seira's aura and the way she carried herself with such confidence, and he just knew this wasn't the last he would be seeing her. On their way out, Rocky, Kizzy, Kaito, and Koo encountered Cobra and others. Naomi, who was talking to Kizzy, spotted the portrait she was carrying. "Oh my goodness, Kizzy-chan! Who painted this? It's incredible!" Naomi exclaimed surprised as Yamato, Chiriu, Dan, and Tettsu examined the portrait. " It's Seira's Painting Stall just a few shops down. I promise you, she is extremely talented! You should all get a group portrait done as well. Highly recommended!" Kizzy exclaimed as she showed them the portrait. "That is my cousin's stall!" Chiharu said as he looked at the painting with a huge smile. He knew his cousin had an immense talent in painting but seeing it up close made him feel extremely proud of her. " She's your cousin? Are you sure?" Kaito sneered in a playful serious tone, looking up and down at Chiharu."What did you say!??" Chiharu yelled as his forehead clashed with Kaito's as the two shoved each other while the others attempted to separate them. As Yamato, Kizzy, Naomi, and Tettsu attempted to separate the two of them, Koo and Dan got into an argument. With a scoff Cobra turned away as his eyes landed on the portrait, a little chuckle escaped him and then he looked at Rocky "So you know how to smile like a sane person after all?" Cobra said suppressing his smile as Rocky rolled his eyes. "Yeah yeah, I know how to smile like a sane person." Rocky scowled as he motioned his hand away. After getting the four calmed down and exchanging goodbyes they part ways. "Hurry up let's go and check the painting stall out before the counter closes." Yamato said looking at the group. Kizzy before leaving had told them that in fifteen minutes the counter was about to close as many people had come over to get their portraits done. "We all are getting one whether you want to or not." Naomi said smiling but in a serious tone, as the rest followed behind the couple to the stall, Chiharu was ahead of all of them particularly overly excited. When they arrived, they noticed that the queue was long and that the people exiting the stall with the paintings appeared cheerful and contented. The Sannoh group patiently waited for their turn in the queue.

On the other hand, Hyuga finally came out of his shrine after a long nap as he stretched himself letting a yawn out and was greeted by Ukyo, Sakyo and the other Durma Babies. He could hear the loud noises of people from below where the festival was on run. " Let's go and have a look around." Hyuga said his voice carried the laziness that was still lingering even after a nap as he put on his red and white happi coat over his black hoodie and left the shrine followed by Ukyo, Sakyo and his men. Reaching the ground Hyuga looked around as the people who recognised him bowed especially the people who had their stalls set up. With his signature smirk look, he kept walking only to come across a certain stall where he saw Cobra and his members entering. This caught his interest as he looked at the huge line and then at the shop's name. " Seira's Painting Stall, hmm." Hyuga said in a low tone with his left eyebrow raised. "It's the shop Shu's sister and her friend Seira have put up. Heard she's new in town." Sakyo said filling him in with the details. This perked up Hyuga's attention. Hyuga knew Makio who was introduced by Shu when he joined. Getting a closer look at the stall wouldn't hurt, would it? "Oi! Oi! Hyuga-san! I see you have finally woken up?" An annoying voice that Hyuga recognised very well stopped him, and he didn't even try to hide his annoyance as he turned to look behind him. It was none other than Murayama, who was beaming widely and waving both his hands like an excited child, while Furuya had a small smile his hands in his pockets and Seki had a foolish smile. Hyuga was cursing himself internally at his luck of whom out of everyone ran into him.

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{A.N: Whole Chapter 2 is finally out!! I hope you all enjoyed reading it! Please support this fanfiction a lot!Notes, Comments and Reblogs are appreciated! I'll see you in the next chapter. Until then stay healthy and happy!}

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[ NOTE: The plot, picture edits and the original characters in this fanfiction belong to me. All the credit for the high and low characters and other reference pictures goes to the original owner.]

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[fr0gg13b413]

Baie | she/they | unlabled | 18

– currently listening to: 'david melrose theme' by hauschka, smokey eyes by lincoln, along with elias hix, hozier, noah kahan, gang of youths – currently reading: all the light we cannot see by anthony doerr and phosphorecence by julia baird

welcome

hello :> it's general chaos around here. possibly some web weaving of my own floating about. but there's not much else to it

about me: australian!! 2006. lover of love and life. infj 4w5. very in love ᰔᩚ chaotic good! rediscovering and building my faith :) lqbtqia+

academia: graduated '23!! starting my double degree in ‘24! slowly self-teaching japanese ᰔᩚ. chaotic academia by blood

the goal: bachelor criminology and criminal justice + psychological science (and maybe cybercrime in the future?)

master list

(links are broken atm, but the tags are correct)

#poems and quotes

#ineptias loqour (my posts)

#study log

#media

#artwork

#music

#musings (a fav of mine)

#meme

#not a meme but that same category of posts

#on christianity

#letters to myself

#that one type of green

#web weaving

#anderson don’t talk out loud. you lower the iqueue of the whole street. (queue tag)

added this section with the tags i use most often so i can find posts later, everything else is just #on *thing* and frankly i can't be bothered with that.

will possibly add links to fandoms and reads... not sure yet. it would be good to have an active list of all the books i read and enjoyed enough to keep a list of…. here’s a short list of fandomesque things tho: sherlock, rwby, bts/kpop, d20, sk8 the infinity, good omens, epic the musical, lore olympus webtoon, loki series, fnaf,

books would include: archives of despair by caleb finn, hamlet, good omens, throne of glass series, embassy row series, the song of achilles by madeline miller, they both die at the end duology, the inheritance games series, shadow and bone+six of crows, everything by alice oseman

music as well perhaps? hozier, bts, ericdoa, noah kahan, glaive, cage the elephant, lizzy mcalpine, cave town, mccafferty, chase atlantic, brakence, eden, the front bottoms, (it’s all over the place… just not much country music tbh)

here’s the old intro post, haven't decided what to do with it yet

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ik this is a new account, but i’ve been here since july 2020 <3

for what i have done and failed to do i am sorry.

[harrisonarchive]

“The Beatles were the first white act of any stature that I ever saw in my life who came out and said, ‘Hey, man, we grew up listening to Black music and we love it, and we got a lot of our feeling from Black music.’ No white act had ever said that before, come out in public or in the press and said anything like that.“ - Smokey Robinson, Beatles Stories: A Fab Four Fan’s Ultimate Road Trip

“George, I had the pleasure of spending more time with him than any of the other guys. I just met the other guys briefly. George, for a time, was living in Los Angeles [with Olivia, in 1975], and I had the pleasure of being in his company a few times. We got to know each other kind of well. That was a wonderful, flattering thing for him to feel like that, and to write about it, so that the world could know that he felt like that. It was wonderful to me, and I’m very flattered by that.” - Smokey Robinson, Hazy Rock interview, Something Else!, December 2014

“We used to sit around singing a lot of Smokey Robinson songs. That kind of sealed our relationship, I think. [George] said, ‘You’re the only person I’ve ever known who sang the high note at the end of “I’ll Try Something New.”’ We went to see Smokey at The Roxy one night and they talked. Smokey was really flattered.” - Olivia Harrison, Extra Texture 2014 remaster liner notes

“[Smokey], for my taste, is one of the most consistent, he’s written so many fantastic tunes, and although I’m not anywhere in his league as a singer, this song always reminds me of that Smokey type of mood. So I dedicate the song [‘Pure Smokey’] to him.” - George Harrison, Extra Texture promotional interview, 1975

“I mean, I wrote ‘Pure Smokey’ on 33 1/3 as my little tribute to his brilliant songwriting and his effortless butterfly of a voice.” - George Harrison, Musician, November 1987 (x)

[horsefriends]

Grazing Horses by Irina Beletskaya

[inquisitor-julia]

Just to quickly update everyone:

Smokey is recovering very well and is pretty much back to her usual self beyond some continued weakness just from having lost so much weight. She is eating well so hopefully she'll get that strength back soon!

As for me I will be back to posting today, I'm going to try to queue everything I've been hoarding today and then answer those 101 dragon age asks Monday when I'm off!

Happy to be back and I hope you all have a lovely weekend! <3

[hardygalwrites]

Originally posted to FFN on the 24th of April, 2017

Simply archiving a writing challenge I did back in 2016 up to 2017 and featuring my favourite writing pieces from each week of the challenge here on Tumblr :]

← Week 36 (BB) – Week 38 (SS) →

Cartoon: Transformers Prime / Robots in Disguise 2015

Characters: Smokescreen, Knock Out, and Bumblebee, with appearances from numerous other characters (even ones not featured in the cartoons)

Synopsis: An Autobot Elite Guard rookie, a Decepticon medic turned Autobot, and an Autobot scout turned warrior turned street cop - three very different bots with a wide range of stories to tell. And we are going to spend the next year exploring said stories through daily-written drabbles, be they angsty, humorous, gut-punching, or just plain odd! Who doesn’t love a challenge? (2016 to 2017)

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Serve the Autobot Cause

"Absolutely not! You've had no proper training, you are not prepared to go on the field!"

"Then train me, slaggit!" Smokescreen snapped, jogging to keep up with Prowl's stride. "It's not like I haven't been askin' you to! I've already been watching you guys fight for, like, my whole life!"

"Smokescreen, we have more important things to do than focus on training you!"

Smokescreen let out a short, scathing laugh. "Guess I should've seen that coming."

Prowl halted. "I don't have time for this." He turned on the younger bot. "Go to your berth. We'll talk about this later."

Smokescreen scoffed. "Yeah. Fine."

Dirty Works

Smokescreen's doorwings stiffened. He spun around, aiming his weapons at a bot attempting to sneak up behind him.

"All right, servos up!"

The bot slowly obeyed, before transforming and driving forward, knocking Smokescreen off his pedes and leaving behind a cloud of smoke. Smokescreen quickly got up, and nearly collapsed again. The smoke was wreaking havoc on his sensors, making it extremely hard to focus.

"Dirty move..."

"Dirty works," an unfamiliar voice claimed. "Look, I don't happen to be in one of my 'shoot first, ask questions later' moods, but that might change. So answer me this: where the slag am I?"

I'm Tired... I'm Really Tired

"How are you feeling?" Knock Out asked.

Smokescreen scoffed dully, not even looking at the Decepticon medic. "What's this, a therapy session?

"Scientific process, Autobot. I can only guess how you're feeling when you're not on the Synth-En, though I do have a few good guesses. So, how are you feeling?"

That was actually a good question. Smokescreen had been feeling a lot of things over the past few weeks - frustration, guilt, fear that he would never care to admit existed, and waves upon waves of blinding rage. Right now though, he was just feeling...

"Tired," he muttered. "I'm just tired."

[smokeys-house]

you may or may not have noticed a change in the hours im usually on here, that's cause I got a new job. figured I'd let yall know!

[the-fiction-witch]

The end of the Last Witch

Media IRL 

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster (Devil)

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating dark + Sweet

Concept sequel to ‘Last to leave me’ 

I stood working on a nice pie as I had to go visit the tree tonight, ever since Thomas last visited when he tried my pie he has always requested more. I heard smokey meowing as he sat on his usual window perch.

“What’s wrong smokey?” I asked to go to the window. I tried to peek out into the darkness but before I could get a look the window smashed and something hit my head “ahhhh!” I screamed picking myself up from the floor holding my bloody head, trying to see what it was that got thrown and Immediately I saw it. The rock that hit my head and the flaming bottle that was hurled in the broken window moments later I rushed to the door but no matter how hard I pushed it wouldn't open barred from the outside. “Please! Somebody help me!” I screamed as my cries fell on deaf ears. I tried all the windows but they too has been bolted from the outside leaving me with no escape as flames grew higher and higher "smokey, come here sweetie." I picked little smokey up in my arms cradling him close to my chest as I sat on the floor I was unsure my fate but I knew I had no alternative. 

When the smoke and my eyes cleared I found myself somewhere honestly just as warm. I was in a long snaking queue with waist high spiked banisters In Front of me a woman who was soaking wet often coughing up seaweed and leaving a trail of water behind her, an old man behind he who looked as if he could barely walk. The bath we walked on wasna harsh red stone and beyond the railing nothing but fire, everyone moving slowly thought the endless snaking lines every so often we  would pass under gates after a good until I began to spot demons guarding the walk many begged them but all where ignored 

"Animals below" one threated refusing to let me though

"No. He stays with me"

"Let it go. Now." He demanded trying to rip smokey from me 

"No. He's mine!" I argued I thought as much as I could until smokey was ripped away from me screeching and whining as he was tossed away from me "nooooooo!" 

"Walk on" he demanded 

"I demand to see your master."

"My master?" He laughed "walk on"

"No! Let me see him. Now! I don't belong here" I told him showing the mark on my arm 

"Walk!" He demanded throwing me forward forcing me to walk with everyone else. I felt so broken unable to stop my tears after everything I did all the years o served him as his bride. Down here I'm nothing. Just the same walk as everyone else smokey ripped away from me not even a greeting when I arrived. I walked the forced walk for longer then I recall my feet bloody my body broken and bruises, as we walked I often saw demons but today I saw someone I knew.

"Malachi! Malaysia!" I yelled making him perk up

"Y/n?" 

"Yes!"

"What are you doing down here?"

"I woke up here."

"Haven't you seen him?"

"No."

"Did you renounce before you left?"

"No. I didn't I swear it. Look" I told him showing my arm 

"Just a moment" he says before he headed off elsewhere I waited nervously for a while before he returned with an angry Thomas in tow he immediately picked me up holding me in his arms tightly giving me millions of kisses “What happened? What are you doing here? I was spo worried, the tree burnt down and I couldn’t find you” he explained between kisses “What are you doing here with the rest of them?” 

“I arrived to the main entrance with everyone else,”

“Didn’t you show anyone your arm?”

“I did they ignored me and forced me along with everyone else”

“How long have you been down here?”

“Since the fire.”

“You’ve been on the walk on sin since the fire?”

“I have”

“Ohh my god, darling.” He cooed “you poor thing, come on do you remember the demon who wouldn’t let you out?” He asks 

“I do”

“Good, come on” He smiled he took me up back to the main entrance of the underworld where I had arrived many days earlier and immediately I pointed the demon out. “Alright my love,” He cooes giving me a kiss “OI! KILLARIS!” he yelled and the demon looked over

“My master” He bowed 

“What the fuck!”

“Sir?”

“My wife comes down here, My bride. With her mark. She shows you her mark. Something you know full well you are meant to report to me immediately! But no you ignore her! Leave her on the walk of sin for days!”

“How was I meant to know she was your bride”

“She has the mark! That she showed you!”

“In all due respect sir I assumed you’d have a better bride”

“You are going to the sea of Eternal suffering”

“Sir-”

“Go! You stay there until such a time as I get bored of your suffering” 

“Yes sir, I’m sorry my lady”

“Come on darling, let's get you up to the suite so you can rest, once you’ve rested all this off I’ll show you around the underworld” He cooes taking me up to this suite.