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[energeticpoltergeist]

Part 1: Mad King's War

Prologue: Diverged History(pages 1-4)

[local-dragon-haunt]

hey! i’m an artist and i was wondering what about the httyd crossover art made it obviously AI. i’m trying to get better at recognizing AI versus real art and i totally would have just not clocked that.

Hey! This is TOTALLY okay to not have recognized it, because I DIDN'T AT FIRST, EITHER. Unfortunately there’s no real foolproof way to distinguish real art from the fake stuff. However I have noticed a general rule of thumb while browsing these last few months.

So this is the AI generated image I used as inspiration. I will not be tagging the account that posted it because I do not condone bullying of any type, but it’s important to mention that this was part of a set of images:

This is important because one of the BIGGEST things you can use to your advantage is context clues. This is the thing that clued me in: right off the bat we can see that there is NO consistency between these three images. The art style and outfits change with every generated image. They're vaguely related (I.E. characters that resemble the Big Four are on some sort of adventure?) and that's about it. Going to the account in question proved that all they posted were AI generated images. All of which have many red flags, but for clarity's sake we'll stick with the one that I used.

The first thing that caught my eye was this???? Amorphous Blob in the background. Which is obviously supposed to be knights or a dragon or something.

Again, context clues come into play here. Artists will draw everything With A Purpose. And if what they're drawing is fanart, you are going to recognize most of what you see in the image. Even if there are mistakes.

In the context of this image, it looks like the Four are supposed to be running from these people. The thing that drew my attention to it was the fact that I Didn't Recognize The Villains, and this is because there is nothing to recognize. These shapes aren't Drago, or Grimmel, or Pitch, or any other villain we usually associate with ROTBTD. They're just Amorphous Blobs that are vaguely villain shaped.

Which brings me to my second point:

Do you see the way they're standing? There is no purpose to this. It throws the entire image off. Your eye is drawn to the Amorphous Villain Blobs in the background, and these characters are not reacting to them one bit.

Now I'm not saying that all images have to have a story behind them, but if this were created by a person, it clearly would have had one. Our group here is not telling a story, they are posing.

This is because the AI does not see the image as a whole, but as two separate components: the setting, and the description of the characters that the prompter dictates. I.E. "Merida from Brave, Jack Frost from ROTG, Rapunzel from Tangled, and Hiccup from HTTYD standing next to each other"

Now obviously the most pressing part of this prompt are the characters themselves. So the AI prioritizes that and tries to spit out something that WE recognize as "Merida from Brave, Jack Frost from ROTG, Rapunzel from Tangled, and Hiccup from HTTYD standing next to each other".

This, more times than not, is going to end up with this stagnant posing. Because AI cannot create, it can only emulate. And even then, it still can't do it right. Case in point:

This is not Hiccup. The AI totally thinks this is Eugene Fitzherbert. Look at the pose. The facial structure. The goatee. The smirk. The outfits. He's always next to Raps. Why does he have a quiver? Where's Toothless? His braids? His scar??

HE HAS BOTH OF HIS LEGS.

The AI. Cannot even get the most important part of it's prompt correct.

And that's just the beginning. Here:

More amorphous shapes.

So these are obviously supposed to be utility belts, but I mean. Look at them. The perspective is all off. There are useless straps. I don't even know what that cluster behind Jack's left arm is supposed to be.

This is a prime example of AI emulating without understanding structure.

You can see this particularly in Jack, between his hands, the "tassels" of his tunic, and the odd wrinkles of his boots. There's just not any structure here whatsoever.

Lastly, AI CANNOT CREATE PATTERNS.

Here are the side-by-sides of the shit I had to deal with when redesigning their outfits. Please someone acknowledge this. This killed me inside. THIS is most recognizable to me, and usually what I look for first if I'm wary about an art piece. These clusterfuck bunches of color. I hate them. I hate them so. much.

Anyways here's some other miscellaneous things I've noticed:

Danny Phantom Eyes

???? Thumb? (and random sword sheath)

Collarbone Necklace (corset from hell)

No Staff :( No Bow :(

What is that.

So yeah. Truly the best thing to do is to just. study it. A lot of times you aren't gonna notice anything just looking at the big picture, you need to zoom in and focus on the little details. Obviously I'm not like an expert in AI or anything, but I do have a degree in animation practices and I'm. You know. A human being. So.

In conclusion:

(Y'all should totally reblog my redesign of this btw)

[fairlyang]

hey!

i really really love your work! <3

so i had this idea.. kate being a personal trainer. some obsession, some dub-con.

i like this concept but can't write myself for the love of anything 💀

say less we love obsessive kate<333 ty for the request!! hope you like it 💘

She’s so gone 🏹

w/c: 1.5K

pairing: trainer!katebishop x f!reader

tags: 18+ smut. filthy filthy filthy, she is such a perv, lowkey obsessed, very touchy feely, yoga poses, groping, dub-con!, strapped up, makes you suck her cock, she’s lost it, doggy, fucks you

kate was a fit girl so when you complained to your friend group about wanting to stay consistent in a fitness routine, she didn’t hesitate to offer her help.

so she’s been training you for the past month, helping you with stretches before using any of the machines or weights from her place. she’s set a solid plan for every other day of the week and makes sure you work on a bit of everything.

you thought she was just being a good friend but in reality she did it for her own perverted fantasies. of fucking course she was going to jump at the opportunity to “help” you work out. anything to see you in those booty shorts and leggings. what some might call fucked up, she called inventive.

now she was convincing you that some yoga could really help your flexibility and cardiovascular health.

so there you were doing the downward dog while she was stood right behind you, always so awfully close to your lower half. she was fixing your stance by making sure your back was in a straight line and not arched, as well as pushing your hips out against her crotch.

that one was just for her sake.

but you never questioned her methods and she knew you wouldn’t because you hated confrontation so it was a win in her book.

“there you go, just like that.” she murmured and held onto your hips with one hand and the other trailing up and down your lower back.

“breathe in..” she said and you did.

“and breathe out.” she utters and you let it out.

her eyes nearly fell out of their sockets with the slight movement of your ass against her. she always came strapped up because she’s been dying to have an excuse to use it, she was just waiting on the right time.

“you’re doing good! i’m telling you, this routine would help you.” she murmurs and you just chuckle.

“yeah i guess so! never thought of trying yoga out before.” you reply and she hums, barely paying attention.

“whys that?” she asks and fights the urge to just grope your ass instead just ogles at it.

“i don’t know.. just seemed like more work yknow?” you reply making her snort.

“you could say that…” she muttered and masked it with a cough.

“well you’re not too bad at it.” she jokes and brings her hand down to hold onto your other hip.

“that’s good right? means im a faster learner.” you say and she fights back a groan.

“mhm that you are.” she says then clears her throat.

her mind just came up with an even better idea.

“hey you know what we haven’t really worked on recently?” she murmurs and you hum, “what?”

“your glutes..” she says then scoots back, “i think i’ve got just the position for it! here get on the mat.”

you bring your legs down, sitting yourself down on the mat while she thinks. how could she makes this good for herself…

suddenly it hits her, “here let’s do left leg up with your foot on the floor and right leg stretched all the way back.”

you follow her instructions, and laying your hands flat on the mat next to your left foot, “there we go, perfect.”

“but lemme just get down here to fix ya up…” she mumbled and gets down to her knees.

she scoots forward as much as she can so your ass is fully pressed against her while her hands are “fixing your back”.

she bit her lip to fight a moan from escaping her lips when the horny thoughts all hit her out of nowhere. this would be such a good position for her to fuck you in. she’s be so deep inside you she just knew you’d have such pretty moans while she pounds into you.

what she’d do for you to sit on her face in this exact position. she’d devour you for hours if you even asked.

she felt heat pool between her legs and she knew she was losing her sanity. it has technically been lost since this whole debacle started but still. she was done for.

she’s so gone.

her mind folded and her hands went down to your ass, full on groping the muscle through your skin tight leggings. she muttered profanities under her breath and squeezed her thighs together, already feeling her slick swirl around.

she let you go and stood up then walked over to face you. without even thinking she pulled her shorts down letting her cock free and takes hold of your jaw, pulling you towards it. your eyes were nearly falling out and your mouth was wide open in shock so she used it to her advantage.

she slipped it inside your mouth and you were trying to pull away to ask her what the fuck she was doing which just prompted her to hold your head steady as she made you take more. your mouth was full with half and she started to thrust forwards because she needed to see you take more.

you looked up at her, eyes still wide and filed with confusion which only turned her on more. she pulled back, making it seem like she was going to let your mouth free but then she thrusted back in until you gagged on it. this time she pulled back all the way then moaned when the string of saliva from your mouth to her cock separated.

you were about to curse her out when she slipped it back inside and moved your head to take more so she didn’t have to do all the work herself. “oh fuck- look so good down there baby-“ she moaned and throws her head back.

you stopped trying to fight and gave in. she was much stronger than you, that was evident but this wasn’t the end of the world, it was insane but kinda hot.

you moved your legs to just be on your knees properly while sitting on your feet as you now willingly sucked her cock. moving your head back and forth like an expert on her.

you were such a sight for sore eyes.

“just like that baby- fuck good girl-“ she moans and looks back down into your teary eyes.

you were like that for a few more minutes, really getting into it when she decided she had enough and needed more. she pulled away and let you go, leaving you gasping and panting while she quickly got behind you.

she quickly grabbed you and manhandled you until you were in the doggy position. without any other thoughts besides her horniness, her hands went down to the waistband of your leggings and pulled them down along with your underwear.

your mind processed everything so slowly, it only realized what was happening when she teased your entrance with the tip of her cock, “wait wait-!“

“sorry babe i’ve done enough waiting..” she mumbles and bullies herself inside your tight pussy.

you let out a whimper as she pushed her cock all the way inside. kate was a groaning mess, looking down at the way your pussy was just sucking up her cock so perfectly.

she pulled back, nearly leaving your hole empty but she was too greedy and slammed herself back inside making you both moan. she started thrusting as fast as she could, relying on the harness itself to actually give her pleasure. luckily with every thrust, it rubbed against her clit and with the way you were moaning for her, she knew she’d come too fast.

“my cock feel good baby?” she purrs and you just nod, letting out strings of moans for her.

“mmm i think we lose more calories this way…” she teases making you clench against her.

“that’s what you want no?” she mocks earning herself a loud whimper from you as you fuck yourself back into her.

good answer.

she smacks your ass and starts going as deep as she can while keeping her thrusts hard too. you let out a beautiful melody of moans for her as she already felt her orgasm build up in her stomach.

she could’ve sworn she could cry because it was too fast but she couldn’t help how horny you had her. if anything this was your fault for looking so hot.

this whole ordeal was making you lose your mind and it helped in your orgasm also coming in. your legs started shaking and you were uncontrollably moaning as she pounded into you like there was no tomorrow.

she didn’t stop, letting her body chase her orgasm when it suddenly hit you both at the same time, having you both nearly screaming in pleasure. she didn’t stop and only barely slowed down because she was overstimulating her own clit.

you were both panting and trying to calm down when she slowly pulls out, resulting in a loud pop when her cock slipped out, “holy fuck-“

you hear her stand up and you just lay straight down, ignoring the obvious mess you’ll be leaving on the poor matt.

“so same time tomorrow?” she asks as she pulls her shorts up and pulling a shit eating grin on her face.

[callibrin]

hihihi i adore your goat au, the art for it makes me feel soft and fuzzy. i was wandering, how did you came up with makhesa's name? (feel free to share any other things about how the development of au went–and is going–if you'd like, it's always super interesting to see how people's brains go from a to b!!)

@the-names-kay

@helsmessiah

First of all, thank y'all, I am pleasantly surprised and glad that you liked Makhesa!!!

Soon, I will try to reveal more details about my Goat AU — and for convenience, I will be posting all stuffs about it under the tag #MakhesaAU

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Makhesa name meaning

This name, as well as a few other name options, was suggested to me by my beloved co-author ⊹ ࣪ ˖ @zttqqq ˖ ࣪ ⊹, special thanks to him!

▶ We were looking for a name in Sanskrit because the name Narinder has the same origin.

In the end, I settled on Makhesa. I like its translation — 'One who is a lord of sacrifices'. This is NOT an alternative to how the Bishops call Narinder 'The One Who Waits', I will think about that later.

Nevertheless, it's ironic that the name of the God of Life refers to sacrifices. Usually, a sacrifice implies Death, but in the case of Makhesa, it can be interpreted as a sacrifice for the sake of ‘eternal life', since forced resurrection, the inability to find peace after death, and the risk of being resurrected cursed — is nothing but a sacrifice of the followers, mortal by nature, for the glory of the Bishops.

💭 (just my idea, in fact, the translation of the name was not the reason for my choice, so you guys may have your own thoughts on this matter)

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▶ There's something else I found out later. In some texts, Makhesa is a variant of the name of Mokosh — one of the main slavic goddesses.

Her name consists of two parts: 'mo' — mother and 'kosh' — basket. She is the goddess of abundance and fate. An essential attribute in her depiction is a cornucopia or a spindle, with which she spins the 'thread of fate'.

Interestingly, this is somewhat similar to Makhesa's fate. The other Bishops, using the powers of the God of Life, made him a symbol of abundance and prosperity, and after being trapped in limbo, Makhesa wanted to change the fate of his world according to his own plan.

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But the main reason I chose this name for Makhesa is… I just liked how IT SOUNDS, GUYS, HONESTLY, LSDFJKHDSKLLSDFKL

(I should have written this from the very beginning and just ended it, but that's no fun, right?)

[foldingfittedsheets]

An FAQ!

Does your ask tag stand for "Folding Fitted Sheets" or "For Fuck's Sake"?

Both! I had been using the handle Foldingfittedsheets for a long time and someone shortened it to FFS and I immediately realized that it was hilarious. All ways of reading it are valid.

Before asking a bed question:

Here’s my helpful guide, I may have covered your question already. There’s also a “bed talk” tag full of info and advice!

Before asking a sex ed question:

Here’s my other helpful guide!

Can you actually fold a fitted sheet?

No. I thought it was a funny handle that was easy to say and hard to do. A metaphor for life being messy and complicated. A task that you can only ever try your best at although failure in inevitable.

When I moved in with my beloved I packed the linen closet and told them that I didn't know if we'd have enough room. They spent a day refolding everything beautifully and it took up a third of the closet. So some people are just built different.

Have you seen this guide on how to fold them??? It's easy!

I am content at my current levels of adequacy and would prefer to spend my time on other pursuits. Thank you for thinking of me, but I'm good.

Will you put a read more on comics?

No. I have tried to put out comics under read more cuts and they do not get the same traction. It's also unfair to ask me to change how I present my work. No one will ever have to scroll through them as much as me and I promise it's never more than 30 seconds which does not feel unreasonable.

Tumblr has a setting that will automatically shorten long posts, and I have provided a tag "do you love the color of the comic" so that you can take initiative to reduce the space they take up. You can also block the new individual comic tag after you’ve read it to stop seeing repeats.

Comics take months of my time to produce and I reblog them a lot when they first launch because I'm excited to share something that I worked really hard on.

I won't be offended if you unfollow me, but I will if you ask me to cater to your sensibilities on how long my art should be.

Will you reblog my mutual aid post?

I’m sorry, but no. If I don’t know you I don’t have the time to check for scams and Tumblr just really isn’t the best platform to ask for help if you’re in dire straits.

Why don’t you have lesbian flags?

I prefer the rainbow and I have very negative connotations with it, which I talk about more here.

Why are all the ace flag creatures sleepy?

An ace friend loved the ace dragon in the first set and said, “It’s sleepy like my sexuality!” I thought that was very cute and when I did gryphons I made them sleepy too. I’ve since gotten a lot of really cute comments on how much people liked the sleepy ace creechurs.

When I went through and revamped the unicorns I noticed the ace unicorn wasn’t sleepy. I made a poll to ask if I should switch it to be consistent with the dragons and gryphons. It was an overwhelming yes so now all the ace creatures are sleepy.

[mogamuncher]

“You're on a path in the woods. And at the end of that path, is a cabin. And in the basement of that cabin, is a knight. You are here to slay him. If you don't, it will be the end of the world.”

Please accept my meager shitty art as we come back for part three of the "Moga fuses her hyperfixations together" saga! Aka: Slay the Knight AU!

Here's what I think Emilia and Subaru would look like, in true STP fashion I imagine both would never be referred to by name, instead being The Knight and The Frozen Bond (hah, get it?)

I made Emilia a little scary (and kinda Satella-esque), but that's mainly because from what we see in The Princess and The Dragon route, The Long Quiet is just actually fucking scary, so having Emilia be similarly intimidating would be fun.

Though I do think her personality would remain the same in this au, mainly because she's nice enough that she would naturally play mediator to the the voices, but malleable enough that she could just end up going with their whims when pushed enough.

Now for Subaru, I actually wanted to give him a definitive outfit that would kinda function like the Princess's dress, something that is a constant in every design but changed to fit the theme, the recognizable trait that showcases that no matter how fucked up these forms get they're still the same person

That's kinda why the little cape is there, it's supposed to be a significant design choice that can be warped with future forms

For the official lore, I like to think that it's still actually very similar:

The Frozen Bond, the manifestation/god of stasis, consistency, the chilling frozen in time allure of stagnation

While Subaru would be something like The Returning Cycle, the manifestation/god if constant change, perspective and identities splitting depending on choices, the constant cycle of time

Together they'd make the cycle of life and death, in a sense, and since Echidna in canon was trying to find a way to reach immortality, it is only fitting that she would split them apart and attempt to pit them against the other, as to goad Emilia into killing Subaru, this ending the concept of change, making it so that there is no means of which others can die.

But that's what I have for the moment, now, let's talk about some more ideas I have for the IF Barus

The Prisoner, my beloved

I rewatched someone playing her route and it dawned on me when The Shifting Mound described her as a vessel, but she's oddly a lot like Slothbaru

The idea of someone cautious to the point of stagnation, content to let the world pass her and remain in inaction, I mean, that's literally what Sloth is shown to be in the og series. That's also inherently what Slothbaru did when he took Rem's hand and ran away, leaving everyone else to die, but gaining a happy life for himself

Prisoner is like an Slothbaru that can't take Rem's hand, content to let the world pass him by for the sake of self preservation, but stuck in one place without the chance of running away, he can only wait and see because he's inherently passive, as he thinks he has no other choice

The Adversary, however, is the funniest one I think

Someone mentioned in the last post in the tags that Adversary is kinda Smolbaru coded, so I went back to read the arena fights in arc 7 and y'know what? They're correct, they're absolutely right, The Adversary is very much just Smolbaru

Which is funny, because The Adversary is supposed to be bigger and stronger than usual, though maybe it's either just that his personality is Smolbaru and his appearance is still intimidating, or we go all in and have Smolbaru just absolutely kick Emilia's ass with his bare hands in this one

Either way, I love it, also this is the route where Priscilla (Voice of the Proud) would show up, so having an Arc 7 Baru here would be a nice touch

Ok so I'm about to sound unhinged, but the Grey's

What if they were Natsumi.

Now, look, I have no evidence to back me up on this, I'm going off from pure vibes alone, but like what if

Honestly, it would be fun to have most of the Deadbarus be in some way or another Natsumi coded, though that would be fused with the Baru that lead to their routes in the first place (like Arc 1 Baru for the Burned Grey and Slothbaru for the Drowned Grey)

I mean, look at The Wraith and The Spectre

Imagine if the Spectre was more akin to Natsumi in her purest form, since the Spectre is actually surprisingly chill and nice about this whole thing, and then if you attempt to leave him there, you get the Wraith

A withered rotten version of Natsumi, falling apart at the seams and determined to hitch a ride and finally leave

In more confirmed Barus; Wrathbaru as The Witch and The Thorn, Greedbaru as Happily Ever After and Arc 1-2 Baru as The Damsel, The Nightmare would be Gluttonybaru and A Moment Of Clarity would still be Gluttonybaru but with more Louis/Rui elements

Again, I accept suggestions, and tell me if you want me to make more art for this AU, maybe I can draw more Barus and also the voices, who knows?

Edit: good news gang, I actually did in fact write this! The first chapter of this au is out here!

[skullhorn59]

Heavenly Hell 2

A/N: second chapter! no spicey here just yet. sorry!~ im not that good at writing yet. xP Tags/Warnings are added progressively, design changed/fixed with time. mostly proofread! Summary: you have always been a fan of the show Hazbin Hotel in your life - and as you are spawned in a Hell identically matching the Show, you can't believe your sheer luck. you're immediately on your way to eagerly meet the celebrities (at least they are in your world), but your arrival hadn't gone unnoticed... Pairings: Lucifer, Valentino, Adam, Alastor, Vox, Angel Dust, Sir Pentious, Husk x Fem!Reader Warnings/Promises: self aware and insecure Reader, Spoilers for the Show, Vox, Attempted Manipulation, successful Manipulation

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Minors DNI 🚨🚔

"so, tell me, what useful information could you, someone this new to hell, possibly have?"

Vox sits down and leans back in his chair, watching you with a bored expression on his screen. urgh. right. he probably watched you spawning (arriving?) in hell. this is gonna be a hard one to explain. fiddling with your fingers anxiously, you look everywhere but at his screen.

you already regret coming here first, and not getting yourself a fidget toy first or something. or some pills to help keep your anxiety down. shit, you probably look scared out of your mind right now. he's gonna think you're really weird and rude if you speak up like this. or straight up lying. but for fucks sake - you can't bring yourself to look directly at him.

instead - you take in your surroundings. Vox's office. you only know it's impressive size from the Screenshots of the show, and literally sitting in it now is even more impressive. it consists of a gigantic room, an equally gigantic shark tank below, and a big round platform in the middle, which is connected to the door with a long passway. no idea how this could possibly fit into the tower without having it collapse from the sheer weight of the water alone - the only logical answer would be it being underground.

your eyes wander back to the platform, which is decorated with Vox's emblem. illuminated by a bright array of screens behind it, a round control pult sits at the back end of the platform. infront of it in a spinny chair with it's tips pointing upwards, is a rather impatient looking Vox seated.

oops.

you better get to answering his question.

you clear your throat and swallow, unsure how to even start. thankfully, you get your own chair - manifested with a wave of Vox's hand - to sit into. hoping you aren't sweating too visibly right now, you collect your thoughts. if you know one thing, it's not to sell yourself short.

"well, you see, that's hard to explain. and, you, as the head of.. technology.., surely understand that information is a valuable resource. I can't just.. give it away for free."

taking a deep breath, you lean back a little, trying to at least look more relaxed than you actually are. nervousness isn't even close anymore, like, are you panicking already?? well, at least you can mask it pretty well, you think.

"but I can say this much: I have so much information on Alastor," you think you hear a slight glitch coming from Vox at the mention of the name, "and the others in the Hotel, it's not even funny. Just.. I have a few small questions for you first."

a short glance up into the TV Demon's face tells you he raised an eyebrow. is he interested?? you hope he is. with all you got.

"go on, ask your questions."

wait. isn't he usually more talkative than that? nono, you can't spend a thought on that right now. you need to focus.

"When did the last extermination happen?"

"about a week ago."

"okay.. any interesting or unexpected turns of events? I just have to know what happened and what didn't. I-I know this sounds cryptic, and maybe even crazy, but I need to know at what time I got here."

silence fills the room for a moment. you dare to glance at the Overlord again, and he musters you with an expression you can't quite place.

did you mess up?

But Vox interrupts your thought before you can continue it. "... the hotel members fought back against the Angels, and won. that's all." relieved, you let out breath you didn't realize you were holding. okay. that's good to know. so the extermination already happened. it makes a good bunch of your information useless, but still. you can work with that. now you just need to-

"I think I provided enough information to you now," the Overlord begins, interrupting your thoughts again. his voice is oddly sweet. "its time you return the favor, my dear." - of course, he's trying to get the info out of you without paying for it.

how greedy.

you adjust your position on the chair, crossing one leg over the other, before looking directly at him. he's wearing his signature smile, his digital eyes looking  almost affectionately at you, but you know better than to trust the façade he put on.

"I told you, I'm not going to just give it away for free. And don't even try to fob me off with stuff like any of your products, pins, an autograph or similar worthless knick-knacks. That won't work on me. Trust me."

you glance at him again to gauge his reaction, and he seems surprised to hear you use his own slogan against him, but he quickly regains his composure. good. now just don't get any hypnotizing ideas, Vox...

"No, what I want is... actually quite simple. I want to be able to come and go to the entirety of this tower how and when I please. and.." you can't help a small smile at the thought of the Moth Man, "I want to see Valentino. preferably after our conversation."

and again, silence fills the room. you watch him tap the armrest of his chair with his fingers, thinking about your demands. you can't tell if he's going to give in to them or just declare you as crazy and throw you out, but you hope dearly it's not the latter.

just as the silence begins to get uncomfortable, the TV Demon clicks his tongue and stands up. your eyes dart up, and you automatically stand up too. what's happening? is he gonna throw you out now? - "alright. I accept. you may come and go freely, I'll get you your meeting with Val, and in turn, I get all the information you got on the Hotel and it's residents. Deal?"

Staring down at the hand he holds out, your mind whirls for a moment, overwhelmed with the action. you never thought he'd also make deals like Alastor - another detail they're matching each other in. you always thought he'd just somehow get peoples souls with sneaky contracts being signed when buying a Voxtek product or something.

as soon as you take his cold hand, he gives yours a firm shake, his smile widening to a grin as his face glitches momentarily. bright blue electrical currents and sparks begin to flow around the two of you for a moment, together with an intense blue light and a metallic screech. but as soon as it came, it's gone, and before you can waste a thought on it, Vox lets go of your hand, instead placing his around your shoulders as he guides you towards the door. "fantastic. now that that's done, how about we go check if Val's got some free time for you, hmm?"

you're confused.

doesn't he want your informations now?

on second thought - you don't mind too much. this way you have more of a reason to stick around and return.

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[maracujatangerine]

82. Taking Note

CW: mental health issues, institutionalised slavery, dehumanisation, box boy universe, pet whump

The pale light of an overcast winter’s day flattened all the colours; the yellow curtains, the violet saintpaulia on the windowsill, the pet’s own blonde hair, everything taking on a washed-out tinge of grey. Coriander sat at the kitchen table, pen in hand, staring at a blue notebook. Miss Lydia had asked it to choose one of the notebooks at her bookshop yesterday.

“Perhaps you would like to try writing down your thoughts?” She had suggested, gently. “It is not for me to read. I promise that I won’t. Cross my heart, and hope to die, stick a needle in my eye!”

She laughed, but the look in her brown eyes was serious.

“You can write down anything you want, and it will be for your eyes only, okay?”

The pet had nodded and told her that it understood. Now, Miss Lydia was out. She had gone for coffee with Cecilia, and the pet had elected to stay at home.

The notebook it had chosen had a Japanese-style drawing of a cresting wave on the cover, the white tips of the wave rendered with splashes in glossy silver. The white pages were neatly lined in black.

The radio was on in the background, a piece by Händel tugging at some half-remembered string at the back of the pet’s mind. Cory knew that Miss Lydia had left Radio 3 on for the pet’s sake, but that she wouldn’t mind if it changed the station, just like she hadn’t minded that the pet had chosen to stay behind when she went out.

It used to agonise endlessly over such small decisions. Did Miss Lydia want it to say yes or no? Would this thing make it a better pet, or would that?

Nowadays, more and more, it felt like it could trust that its owner said what she meant. If she needed it to come, she would let it know. If she gave it a choice, she truly wanted it to make up its own mind.

That was an unprecedented freedom. Generosity beyond its wildest dreams. It knew it was extraordinarily lucky.

It should be happy, should it not?

And it was grateful, it was!

But happiness eluded it

In the beginning, everything had brought it joy. Or, well, at least relief.

Having its wounds treated, feeling its body healing, aches and pains receding to the back of its mind and gradually fading away.

Hunger, the dull gnawing of an empty stomach, the weakness and loss of focus that comes with days and days without enough food to eat. The terrible fear of feeling your own body consuming itself to stay alive. No more!

In its life with Miss Lydia, Coriander could still feel hungry, sometimes. At the end of a long day, before lunch at work, out on a hike in the woodlands. But it never felt truly hungry. That bottomless need for sustenance was a thing of the past.

These things brought relief. The joy came later.

Miss Lydia gently petting its hair, and Coriander genuinely wanting - and daring - to lean into her touch.

Playing the tin whistle for Miss Indira and the doctor responding with enthusiastic applause.

Laughing together with Miss Lydia without the pet having to carefully guard every word to avoid angering its owner.

Working at the shop and being given a nod of approval from Miss Carla at a job well done.

Sitting in the garden and watching flowers bloom from seeds they had sown together.

These were all things of joy, of beauty. Miss Lydia was consistently fair and kind. The pet felt healthy now, strong, even. Its damaged shoulder still impeded its daily life, its scars ached sometimes, and the nightmares refused to go away, but these were mere trifles in the grand scheme of things.

So, why wasn’t it happy?

It should be. It had been.

But now, lately, it was like some undefined malaise had taken hold of the pet. A depressing weight that suffused everything, that stole joy out of everything, just like the grey winter light leaked the colours away.

Looking down on the pages, the pet realised it had written the same sentence over and over.

Why did this happen to me?

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[eternalchiyo]

Everlasting Spark ~MANIAC: Prologue~

A/N: Author's Note on top for once Hi I'm alive and back with the continuation of this storyyy~ It's been a hot minute, because it took me ages to find the energy for editing. As always, the general warnings of my blog apply, but I will also tag the chapters accordingly, please see the "tags in use" for more information. Thanks and have fun!

Masterpost here

The Mukami manor was different from the Sakamaki mansion.

For one, the people there seemed to actually like each other. They enjoyed their meals together and cooked together and they all did their separate chores too. To say that it made Chiyo feel uneasy was an understatement. It was so hard to believe that people could eat their lunch in perfect peace, without hating each other, the only disruption being the occasional whining from Kou that he would rather eat Vongole Bianco than whatever else the meal plan said. A meal plan! These people had a meal plan! And they followed it! Granted, most of the time it consisted of soup, and she really did not like soup that much, but the point was still standing.

Chiyo regretted stepping foot inside as soon as she found out she had to play along with all of that. She had never cleaned anything in her entire life. She also wasn’t talented at cooking, as her cooking sessions with Yui had proven previously. Having to be responsible for a house was such a pain, Chiyo wished she could just go back home to her father, and that had to mean something!

Oh, and there was also the case of Edgar walking among the living now, too. Only that his name wasn’t Edgar anymore; it was Yuma, and he was a Vampire! This had come to be yet another mystery she had to uncover if nobody else felt obligated to. She wondered how Reiji felt about it, how did he sleep at night knowing that what he had planned so meticulously all those years ago failed so miserably? Personally, Chiyo did not sleep that great, but that had been the case for a long time already. The things just kept on piling up like that.

Setting fire to that human village at the border to the demon world and killing Edgar was probably one of his prouder moments in life, being able to take away something so dear to Shuu. Something dearer to Shuu than she had ever been… or would ever be. Thinking back on it she had been a stupid child back then. Not only had she trusted Reiji with his top-secret lunatic plan, but she also had faith in him actually getting the job done, and now look where it got them! Everyone hated each other and Edgar was not even dead! She probably would have had more luck trying to assassinate the boy in his sleep herself, not that she would have ever done it. The thought of killing someone hadn’t exactly manifested itself in her mind before Reiji planted the seed for it in her brain. She hadn’t even been aware of him wanting to burn the village down until she arrived there herself and saw it with her very own eyes. Sometimes she still felt like she could smell the burned human flesh from afar. Needless to say, grilled meat was not exactly her favorite meal from that time on.

She sighed to herself as she attempted to clean some dishes. She had already broken a plate or two and had been scolded by Ruki for it. Luckily everyone agreed not to let her near a cooking pot anytime soon – for safety’s sake. Even with her semi-arsonist background she was not looking to burn a house down that had so many potential clues to the answers she was seeking. Chiyo chewed on her lip; she came here to find more information, not to play house! But Ruki did not cooperate and did not even give her an opening to dig deeper into the situation.

In general, Ruki seemed to have made a 180 in personality. He was extremely strict and demanding, and did not respect her personal space a lot. Just the other day he walked into the bathroom, not even bothering to knock, while she was getting ready for bed. Luckily, she had been mostly done by that time, so all he ended up seeing was her ugly face mask. Not to mention that he kept calling her guineapig without even offering an explanation to the weird nickname. She kept wondering whether his previous attempts at getting closer to her had been fake and only served as a means to an end. But she really had nothing of interest to offer, so either Ruki knew something about her she wasn’t aware of, or he was an idiot who liked to toy with women. At this point both options seemed valid to her. The man was an enigma and no amount of her thinking about him made it any easier to understand him.

She also was not allowed to attend school for the time being. The details were not quite clear to her, but she didn’t particularly care about going to school anyway, so she didn’t question it much. Although it did leave her quite isolated from everyone else, which on further thought was most likely the reason for it. Chiyo wondered how Yui was faring so far… and Shuu, did he miss her? Or was he glad she was finally gone? The last time she ‘spoke’ to him was back in his room, where they had kissed. She sometimes thought back on it, it was definitely better than when they ran into each other in the forest, but it still left her feeling empty and sad for the most part.

“Hey, Kitty, you’ve been rubbing that plate for a long while now, don’t you think?”

Surprised, she turned her head around, to see Kou standing next to her. Another person that did not value personal space. She did not really like the bubbly idol, because while he did bright up the place with his comments and overall personality somewhat, he still was way over the top for her. Not to mention that this shiny dazzling personality was but a persona he would put on for appearances.

“Huh? Oh…” she said, putting the plate down.

Kou let out a grumbling noise. “Seriously, when Ruki-kun brought home a stray I thought it would be more exciting. You’re so dull,” he said and eyed her critically. From the day he saw the inside of her wardrobe, he had been nothing but mean about it.

Chiyo rolled her eyes. What was it with those people always naming her after animals? And what did he mean ‘dull’? She wasn’t here as a circus attraction for him to throw peanuts at.

“In any case, I’d hurry up with this, if you don’t want him to get mad at you. But maybe you should break another plate, it’s kind of irritating that their number is uneven~”

Kou took off again and Chiyo was left alone in the kitchen. She didn’t really feel like she had a place in this house yet and it made her feel uneasy. At least back at the Sakamaki mansion she could walk around comfortably. Here she felt like a criminal for even daring to sit on a sofa, so she would spend most of her time in the room she was given upon her arrival. She liked the plant in it a lot.

She sighed when she finally put the last cup in the cupboard. Housework was dull, but at least she didn’t break anything this time. However, the plates really were at an uneven number and now that it got pointed out to her it started bothering her as well.

“Oh… Lilith… you’re still here…”

Azusa was standing in the doorway, looking a bit on edge. Chiyo would be lying if she said she wasn’t freaked out about most of his antics. She couldn’t be mean to him because he enjoyed it and asked for more. He even tried to get her to cut him with a knife once. What fun was there in bullying a person that wanted to be bullied?

“Lilith… say. Did you… see my knife laying around here… somewhere?”

Azusa for some reason had also taken a liking to calling her Lilith. This was the only hint Chiyo got that told her that these people knew more than they let on. Would she really have to seduce Ruki to find out his secrets? Would that even work? It did make her feel a little bit uneasy. At the same time, it seemed like he was the top guy in this house, calling himself master and inflicting punishment upon people if they failed to do their tasks properly, so if someone had valuable information it would be him. How utterly frustrating.

“I haven’t,” she said shaking her head slowly, focusing on the present situation again.

“If you see it… let me know...?”

“Sure…”

She watched him hurry off down the hallway. Letting out a defeated sigh she decided to exit this room as well. Just as she was about to round the corner in the opposite direction, she bumped into someone.

“Ack! Ruki—”

“Guineapig, do me a favor and do watch your step while walking,” he said. With how much she had messed up the household lately, she could hear it in his voice that he was slowly growing tired of it.

She rubbed her nose which stung a bit from where she bumped into Ruki’s chest. “Sorry…”

They stood there awkwardly for a second. She wasn’t sure how to act around him, ever since the situation on the staircase. No, actually she had never known. Only that now there was also the confusion of her own heart that made it hard for her. Who was Ruki Mukami anyway? He had called himself a snake before, but the snake tempted Eve, not Lilith, that much she gathered from her brief bible discourse. Whenever he looked at her it made her skin crawl, but for some strange reason she felt herself seeking it out more and more. Something was wrong with her for sure.

“I came to see whether you were done with the dishes, but I see that you are,” he said.

“Don’t worry, your plates are fine, I spared them my rough treatment,” she said, trying to sound casual or funny about it.

Ruki apparently did not find that very amusing since he didn’t react to the joke. And she always thought she had no sense of humor. Maybe she didn’t and that’s why he wouldn’t react to her attempt at defusing the tension. Though, Chiyo had not seen Ruki laugh genuinely even as much as once since she started living here, and that was a little bit unsettling. Shuu also wasn’t one to laugh often, but she had witnessed it in the past, at least.

“You broke enough as is, I hope this will not be a common occurrence or I will really have to punish you, until you learn your lesson,” he said.

Chiyo’s face contorted in distaste. He really was all about that master of the house thing. A little bit too intense for her taste. She wondered what a punishment from Ruki would entail, but then decided she’d rather not know. Although she was yet to find the Mukami torture chamber, if they even had one.

“You look like you are thinking up filth… or are you that disappointed you will not be getting a punishment?” he asked, slightly amused.

“W-what? No!” she protested.

Chiyo’s eyes widened in shock and her face felt like it was burning up. Being punished sounded bad enough as it was, and she wasn’t exactly into that type of play… was she? She hated how Ruki made her doubt herself in even the aspect of her life she thought she had figured out and under control!

Ruki eyed her with a curious look on his face, barely hiding his amusement. He looked as if he was thinking about something while he studied her face, though he didn’t voice any of those thoughts. As he made his way to the kitchen, Chiyo anxiously followed.

The tall Vampire investigated the cabinet that they used to store all the plates in. Then he looked back at her. Chiyo didn’t like the way this was going, and she was sure the look on her face was one of pure horror by now.

“Now that I think about it, this odd number of plates does irk me. You will be a good guineapig and make up for it.”

This man never failed to trigger the flight instinct in her. She took a step back and bumped into the kitchen counter, knocking over a box of sugar. Ruki sighed.

“Clean this up. I expect you to come straight to my room once you are done with that,” he said.

She wanted to protest, but something in the eyes of this man told her that it was best not to argue.

“Do not dawdle,” he said and left her alone with the mess she had made.

Chiyo watched him walk out of the kitchen and sighed. Just what was wrong with her? She wasn’t feeling like herself ever since she had left the Sakamaki mansion and started spending her time here.

She started to be increasingly jumpy and clumsy. That never used to happen to her before; was Ruki making her this nervous? Her heart sure was feeling as if it was going to jump out through her throat whenever she interacted with him. Or was it because she wasn’t used to doing housework? She really wanted to leave again, but she also really wanted to find out more about the mystery surrounding her, Yui and, apparently, both Vampire families. Lately she was starting to think that maybe Shuu was correct all along in saying that his father liked to spin fate however he pleased. Did he send her those dreams about Lilith? Was that even in his powers to do? How much power did the Vampire King have anyway? She never succeeded in grasping the extent of his powers.

She shook her head and sighed. What did it even matter? Maybe she should just give up and go back; she never had this strange dream again afterwards, so maybe it was just that? A simple weird dream? Pure coincidence that it was also strangely biblical and just like Yui’s dream proclaiming her as Eve?

No… these guys knew something she didn’t, and she wanted to find out what at least, since she already went through the trouble of coming here.

She tidied the counter from all the sugar and made her way to Ruki’s room reluctantly.

[arson-09]

How people are trying to change fandom (the rise of hatred against non-canon media)

This was inspired by the rise of backlash against the "Rhysta" ship.

Traditionally throughout the history of fandom spaces on social media, a very important factor has been creativity of course. Art and Fics by fans being the backbone of a fandom. Including non-canon ships, Aus, etc. And of course there was drama (when is there not drama?) BUT there wasn't as much hate because there was an understanding that it's not REAL. People in fandoms understood creativity and thinking outside the box (canon)

But something interesting happened in 2020 with the pandemic, people who weren't apart of fandom spaces started joining cause what else were you going to do? but there started the divide. These people wouldn't have joined fandoms originally because they didn't have that sort of creativity. Which isn't a bad or negative thing, everyone is different and that what makes the world go around, but these people were not used to fandom spaces and that divergency. To them, things have to be how it was written and non-canon things, ships or au's that can't hurt you or become canon, were blasphemous. Because why change the foundation if you liked the original media? this also ties into the "why do you read or interact with this media?" questions when people engage with media in their own way even if they dislike the majority of it. which is valid to do, I do it personally with acotar. I dislike the majority of acotar from the way it's written to lots of the characters, but I interact with a certain subset of the fandom that shares a love for the same characters as I.

But these people, these mostly neurotypical, TikTok people, intrude into these safe creative spaces and cause a ruckus over non-canon Aus and ships. for no reason! Ships like Rhysta are harmless, of course people who make and consume this media don't think it's going to be real, and that's the misconception! Making and consuming non-canon media doesn't mean you think it's going to happen or want it to happen, it's just existing. existing for the sake of existing and stretching creative muscles. You can't grow as an artist if you do not break from the mold, from the restraints of canon.

What you are doing by constantly harassing and posting shit about non-canon media is showing you lack a fundamental understanding of Fandom. Policing what people do is a fruitless endeavor. of course, calling out actually problematic creators is okay, when what they're doing is actually harmful and not them being creative or God forbid, a little weird.

There has been and still needs to be respect in the places. Filtering tags for things that upset you and blocking creators you disagree with is key to being someone people will actually listen to and respect. If you refuse to do that, no one you harass, or attack will take you seriously. and maybe that's not your objective but that means you're going to be blocked on main and made fun of. And this segment is somewhat targeted at someone who has been consistently harassing my mutuals, but I've seen so many people like this and it's a real issue. And its such an issue in Booktok popular books and shows, and media that becomes popular with the masses.

Fandom spaces aren't meant to follow canon to a T. People will have non-canon ships, opinions on how they think the series should have gone, opinions on characters, etc. Constantly harassing and targeting creators won't change that.

I know this won't stop this behavior, it will continue to happen but it's been bothering me and maybe this will change some people's minds on how they interact with the media they like, and they hate.

I love rhysta, I think that the dynamic is very interesting and that people are free to explore that and say whatever they want about how it could have gone in canon. None of that means i think its going to happen or that it should. Lord, people are just having fun. Like they should in fandom places.

[solis-solaire]

I am OBSESSED with that AU where Miles is a sibling of Mia and Maya,, and all of them are children of Misty and Gregory. So here’s an essay I wrote about it!

Ideas are inspired by by many other comics on here tagged with #mystic miles au and #miles is a fey au. I also grabbed inspiration from this fic, so please check it out! https://archiveofourown.org/works/8724838

SPOILERS for the Ace Attorney Trilogy ahead, particularly case 3-5!

SO,, Since Iris and Dahlia moved away from Kurain at a young age and are close in age to Phoenix and Miles,, maybe they went to the same channeling school in the city as Miles.

Iris is purple and Dahlia is pink by the way lol

Gregory is a GOOD father so he would send Miles to channeling school since he’s interested in it (and also has powers,, as it turns out. The Fey blood be powerful like that)

And even though Iris and Dahlia’s dad sucks, maybe part of the divorce arrangement for him and Morgan would be that he’d also send them both to channeling school under the guise of them not losing their culture (but Morgan only cares about having a legacy at this point since she wants to put one of her own as the Master of Kurain, ONE of them needs to be able to be a spirit medium).

So they all meet when they’re like 8-10yo,, and Dahlia sucks and would probably bully Miles frequently for being the only boy in the class (since spirit channeling is meant to be passed down through the women in the family. Just for the sake of this au though,, it’s possible for men to inherit the ability, but the amount of times it’s happened in Kurain can be counted on one hand,, so it’s really rare). Dahlia’s projecting hard since at this point she’s def grappling with feeling like a massive failure because of her lack of powers and is taking it out on Miles,, easy target

Iris is feeling it too, but wow she has a friend now to support her! and Miles is like “no you’re so good at other things! You don’t need to be able to channel spirits to have worth, that’s dumb!”

Dahlia totally makes some mess up about Miles having “stolen” her and Iris’ abilities when it turns out Miles can actually channel spirits since “HE’S NOT MEANT TO BE ABLE TO DO THAT” and Iris doesn’t believe it at first,, but when Miles disappears a few weeks later (adopted by Manfred 🤢) she gets hella gaslighted.

Miles also knows like nothing about spirit channeling since he’s a silly city boy who doesn’t live with the Feys in his family,,, so Iris teaches him many of the technical basics when he first starts there 😌 in return they’re often partners for exercises and Miles tries to help her understand the more internal part of them.

Not pictured: Miles consistently ties his kimono the wrong way (right over left is only used when the wearer is dead) because Morgan taught him that “all men in Kurain should tie it that way” - aka she believes Miles should be dead bc her own personal vendetta against Misty + he’s a boy with more powers than her and her children (pre-Pearly) and she took that personally. She didn’t think he’d learn any different since he was moving to the city anyway so who would teach him about that kind of thing? Miles doesn’t learn why she taught him that way until 3-5 and he kinda privately has a moment like “that was on purpose. She wanted me dead. Oh MAN”

I also like to think that Miles’ strong sense of justice rubbed off a little on Iris and stuck with her through adulthood. Maybe she told Phoenix the truth in university and tried to warm him about Dahlia’s plan, but Feenie’s a little too dumb to fully put all the pieces together like that pre-murder. He’s just like “Dollie wdym???? Twin sister? Trying to plot my murder?? You’re so funny ily” and Iris is SOBBING like “Feenie PLEASE it’s been 8 months and I still haven’t gotten her necklace back yet she’s going to kill you TOMORROW” And that makes Phoenix a little less INSANE for Dahlia during the trial making Mia’s life so much easier. He doesn’t eat the necklace bc he kinda knows it’s REALLY important here and he’s gotten other signs that Dahlia’s an awful person. He’s still a bit difficult since he’s still in denial,,, but he’s less of a simp because he WAS warned. Case 3-5 probably also comes to close a little sooner since Iris is less willing to cover for Dahlia like that. She still helps her sister,, but when testifying while facing Phoenix AND Miles she may tell the truth a LOT sooner.

Also when Miles gets adopted by Manfred he can no longer attend channeling school. Misty tried to fight for custody of him when Gregory got clapped but failed since she was under fire because of the DL-6 Spirit Channeling Incident of 2001™️ and she wasn’t seen as a good fit to parent an additional child. Because of this,, Manfred isn’t under obligation to do anything to keep Miles in touch with the Fey side of the family. Miles no longer visits his siblings and Manfred pulls him out of channeling school because “it’s a waste of time,, why do that when you could speedrun becoming a prosecuting attorney?” And although Miles DOES enjoy law,, he also enjoyed spirit channeling. I hc that Manfred lives on one of those big fancy acreages, there’s 100% a waterfall somewhere on his property so Miles would sneak out through his teen years and practice his chants sitting under the flow of water like 4 times a week since that’s the only exercise he remembers from school that he can actually do by himself without a bunch of materials. It’s not proper training since he doesn’t know how to push himself aside from doing it longer each time,, and other exercises are necessary for learning how to control the powers (i say that waterfall exercise is for becoming in tune with the powers and connecting with the spirit world as a whole instead of channeling one person in particular. It’s good for expanding the reach and flexibility of the powers,, but not so much for controlling and restricting them)

This leads to Miles having INSANE spiritual energy and Pearly and Maya can FEEL it when he’s around,, but he sucks at controlling it. He’ll look down the hall in the courthouse to the elevator where his dad got killed and hear screams and see blood. In 3-5 when Dahlia un-possesses Maya in a fit of rage,, she DIVES for Miles and possesses him in a last-ditch attempt to kill Phoenix in pure fury. Miles can’t stop it or control anything that’s happening as Dahlia uses his body to jump over the desk and lunge at Phoenix in an attempt to strangle him,, and it’s only stopped by Phoenix pulling the demon-warding hood from the court record and tying it around Miles’ head. Thankfully it was painfully obvious that Miles wasn’t himself because his appearance and voice changed (Kurain Technique style) - his hair got longer and braided itself to match Dahlia’s,, and his suit jacket suddenly didn’t fit correctly since Dahlia’s much smaller in stature than him. Phoenix attests to this and Miles thankfully gets off scot-free,, but it could’ve easily been another Reunion and Turnabout-type situation with a spirit medium murdering someone while they were channeling someone who was already dead.

Afterwards Maya drags Miles to Hazakura Temple to do the special training courses with her. Miles enjoys it although he hates being imperfect at something (we hate Manfred in this house),, but Maya is very kind and supportive to her older brother 😌

[icedragonlizard]

Headcanon: 'Star Allies Conferences' exist, and there are rules to follow in them

After the events of Star Allies, this group doesn't completely disband. While they've gone back to living their usual lives, there are periodical meetings that they attend to about 4 times a year. One per season.

These conferences take place in Planet Popstar's biggest country, Dream Land. In some parts of Dream Land, there are castle-like buildings that are similar to King Dedede's castle, and those buildings are the locations for the meetings. The meetings alternate between the buildings, so two meetings don't happen in one building in a row.

The purpose of these meetings is to see how everyone is doing, as well as whatever major events in the universe might be happening that may be worth everyone's attention. Who knows, it's not impossible that there could be a future threat as big as Void Termina that could warrant the star allies to band together to take it down, which is another reason why the group doesn't completely disband.

Kirby himself, of course, is assigned to attend these gatherings.

There are rules to follow in these conferences. The purpose of these rules is to ensure that the events go smoothly, and that everyone can be allowed to get through and leave the event without trouble.

King Dedede is in charge of the conferences, and thus he's the one that enforces the rules. He makes sure that the events go as smoothly as possible. The star allies won't be alone in the events, as there will also be several waddle dees from Dedede's castle that will attend. Should a star ally break a rule without stopping, Dedede can and will ask the waddle dees to escort that star ally out of the room. This headcanon is based on Dedede's line of "I'll be the one to keep the peace!"

Without further ado, let's go over the rules for these conferences:

(Keep reading tag because there's a lot of rules)

-No swear words allowed. Kirby is in the meetings, and the pink kid doesn't want to hear swear words, so please don't swear.

-Please don't talk about caterpillars. Kirby is scared of caterpillars, as even just talking about them can freak him out. So don't do it.

-No fights allowed. It is understandable that not all of the star allies get along with each other, but please refrain from fighting, regardless if verbal or physical. We need to let everyone have a chance to get through the event without having struggles with anyone else.

-Don't encourage fights to happen. We're mostly looking at Marx here, who tends to do that as he loves chaos. Please don't do that.

-Taranza and Dark Meta Knight are not allowed to interact or be near each other under ANY circumstance. The reason why this rule exists is because everyone knows that it's impossible to have these two near each other without carnage breaking loose. It is completely understandable that Taranza is blood-lusted over the fact that DMK had involvement in Queen Sectonia's corruption, but we can't have bloodshed in these conferences. This rule is also for the sake of Taranza's mental health, since we're concerned that it would be bad for him to consistently interact with DMK, hence why we try to enforce separation between the two even outside of meetings.

-It is not recommended for either Susie or Dark Meta Knight to be near Meta Knight. This isn't quite as severe as the Taranza and DMK bad blood, but Meta Knight would still feel rather uncomfortable if standing too close to either Susie or DMK, so it'd be for the best to not put him in that kind of situation during these meetings.

-It is best to not have Bandana Waddle Dee be near Marx, Magolor, Taranza, Susie, Dark Meta Knight and the Mage Sisters. We're well aware that you still hate all of them, Bandee. Please don't continue to accuse them of their past deeds, alright? Just let them be.

-Marx is not allowed to provoke anybody in these conferences. This rule exists because Marx is infamous for being a pain in the rear that loves to start stuff with others. Please behave in these meetings, Marx. Fortunately, we're aware that Magolor, Coo, Rick and Kine generally do a good enough job of supervising Marx and keeping him in check. If it's imperative for one of them to keep him under control at all times during a meeting, then please do it.

-Daroach is not allowed to steal anything from anyone. Obviously we can't stop Daroach from being a thief altogether, but please hold on to your thievery during these meetings. We don't need to have someone be upset because you stole something from them.

-The Mage Sisters are not allowed to try to indoctrinate anyone into their Jambastion religion. While we understand that you take pride in your religion and that you'd like to expand it elsewhere, the other star allies don't want to be indoctrinated, so don't push them.

-Don't ask Meta Knight or Dark Meta Knight about their faces behind their masks. It makes them cagey. They don't want to talk about it. It could cause DMK in particular to end up snapping.

-Magolor, let's not promote Merry Magoland or your other products. There may be times where you'll asked to talk about your stuff, and at that point it's okay, but don't bring up if you aren't asked to. The purpose of these meetings isn't to promote your stuff.

-Susie, let's not promote the Haltmann Works Company. We certainly appreciate that you've been shifting that company into a better direction to now be helping people with your technology instead of harming them, and it's fine to talk about it when we ask you to. But don't talk about it when you're not asked to. We don't need to have these meetings be overran by campaigning the HWC.

-Ribbon, let's try to not be possessive over Kirby. We know that you like him quite a bit, but if he wants to hang out with other star allies in the conference, then please let him. There may be times in conferences where he comes to you, so you'll get your moments, ok?

-Don't send art requests to Adeleine during these meetings. Inherently, that in of itself isn't bad, but we want her to feel like she can easily get through these meetings without feeling overwhelmed by art requests. So please just let her be, alright?

-Don't talk about the mirror world. Taranza still holds a grudge against the mirror world as a whole because of Sectonia's corruption, and talking about the mirror world might also make Dark Meta Knight cagey unless he chooses to allow the discussion to happen.

-If someone isn't a part of the star allies, they are NOT allowed to attend. This goes for the Mage Sisters to please stop inviting your lord Hyness to the events. Daroach, don't invite your fellow squeak squad members to join these events. We've also had an incident where Rick and Kine tried to get ChuChu, Pitch and Nago to join, and we thank Coo for stopping that from happening. Don't try to convince Elfilin to join these meetings, either, since he's not a star ally. To make it crystal clear, the only ones allowed to attend are Kirby, all the dream friends, and many of King Dedede's waddle dees to help enforce the rules. Nobody else is allowed to show up.

-Please don't talk about the incidents where King Dedede has been possessed. Our great king has PTSD over all those incidents and doesn't want to talk about them, so please don't make him uncomfortable by having the nerve to bring it up. Not to mention he's in charge of these conferences, so he'll instantly shut that talk down.

-Please don't bring up the death of Queen Sectonia. You'll cause Taranza to break down if you do that. He still mourns her death, so please don't make things complicated for him by bringing it up. We want him to get through these meetings without having to cry.

-Please don't bring up the death of Max Profitt Haltmann. Doing that will make Susie very upset, as she still has grief over him. She has a temperament, and mentioning her father's death could very well end up provoking her into pulling out her gun. We don't want this to occur, so please have decency and don't talk about that subject. This also applies to talking about her past daddy issues in general.

-Please don't talk about Another Dimension during these meetings. The reason why this rule exists is because both Magolor and Susie still have PTSD over their times of being stranded there, especially Susie. We don't want to give them the feelings of old wounds reopening, so let's prevent that by not talking about that place.

-Please don't talk about the time when Hyness sucked the life force out of the Mage Sisters and used their bodies as weapons. That incident is well behind us now, and they've moved to our side. Zan Partizanne in particular will become very upset if you bring it up, so don't do it in order to prevent her from lashing out.

-Francisca is not allowed to talk about her frozen trophy collection. Girl, you're already on thin ice (no pun intended) for choosing to keep that collection even despite us not wanting you to. If you have the gall to talk about it during these conferences, you'll make others freaked out or want to hurl, and we're not going to stand for that.

-To prevent Flamberge from snapping, don't mess with Francisca. We don't need to have the flame general go into a fiery rage and burn things during these conferences, so let's not provoke her by saying or doing anything bad to her precious little sister that she protects.

-Marx is only allowed to talk about clockwork stars for educational purposes. It's fine to talk about them to let others learn more about them, but do not try to convince anyone to go to outer space to summon one. We know what you did to Kirby back in the day. Even if you don't intend to pull something like that again, it's best to not convince anyone to think up of a wish to grant to a clockwork star.

-Don't talk about the Master Crown. Magolor is trying everything he can to leave that incident behind him, and bringing up that incident is going to heavily disrupt that. No need to upset him by doing that.

-Don't bring masks from Merry Magoland into these meetings. Show your true faces, please. We also don't want Taranza or Susie to feel uncomfortable because you chose to wear a Sectonia or Haltmann mask. They came to terms with those masks existing, but please don't rub it in their face. Magolor also won't approve of that.

-Francisca's soda gun is only allowed to be used in a meeting if it's to hydrate Kine. We understand that Kine is supposed to be aquatic, and although he can manage to be on land for a few hours, it could still be helpful to give him a drink. We're fine with Francisca letting him drink from her soda gun. But do not use that soda gun for any other reason whatsoever aside from letting Kine drink from it.

-Nicknames are fine, but cut it out if someone asks you to stop. Some of the star allies aren't really a fan of being called nicknames, so don't make them eventually ticked off by keeping on doing it.

-Everyone, please treat Gooey like a precious boy. Because he is. He deserves to be cherished. Give him all the headpats. King Dedede made this rule exist as he wants to project his feelings about Gooey to everyone else. Not like he can blamed for that!

That's all the rules. 30 of them! Hope you liked reading all of this. Lol, gotta make sure the star allies get through these events without trouble occuring. Obviously, without rules like this in place, there'd be problems because many of them don't get along with each other!

Unfortunately, these rules do sometimes get broken. Oof!

Thanks for reading, everyone!

[muzzleoleum]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ִ ࣪𖤐My Enclosure࣪𖤐ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁ִ

Hello :) For the sake of this blog you can call me Bones or Carrion, or honestly anything that's just what i could come up with. This is my Non-Human blog and there will be more info under the cut :)

As I said this is my non-human blog!! However I will be posting more than just non-human related things. Please don't refer to me as human, and I use he/him pronouns :). I also have a partner!! My DMs are also open if you would like to chat!! (18+ only though for dms thank you :))

My non-human identities are as followed:

࣪𖤐 Lycanthrope

࣪𖤐 Werecreature

࣪𖤐 Wolf

࣪𖤐 Dogkin

࣪𖤐 Irish wolfhound Therian :)

tagging system (in the works)

#rambling inside the enclosure (my personal ramlbling tag)

#bloody fangs (nsfw tag MINORS BLOCK THIS NOW)

#clawing at paper (drawings or other art)

I do not wish to debate any kind of identities whether that is my own or someone else's, my time can be spent worrying on other things and i'd rather not waste my energy on discourse.

I am diagnosed with autism, OCD, c-PTSD, Prolonged psychosis and manic and depressive episodes, and other symptoms like dissociation and derealization that don't fit into a disorder. I am suspected to have schizoaffective by my therapist and psychiatrist, but we have not gone through the diagnostic process. I am also recovered from anorexia, do not interact if you are pro ED or sh, or if you are anti recovery. With all that said, I will talk about my experiences, and I will sometimes need extra clarification or tone tags, I might not always be articulate but I will try my best :)).

I am also physically disabled. I have been disabled my whole life, most of my family is disabled, so any ableism will either be called out or blocked.

Uh more about me, I was doner conceived (egg), and I am very very passionate about doner conceived rights for everyone, and I probably will talk a bit about that. I have a lot of weird genetic and like other shit that i don't really want to get into but that's something about me. I'm very queer, I'm trans, I am taken by my lovely partner <3 I love posting about them and stuff like that. I love to draw, even if i'm not super consistent with it. I love painting as well. I love punk music, and folk music a lot. I go to a lot of local shows in my area, and i love my community. I love cowboys and cowboy culture considering that a whole part of my family are modern day cowboys (ranchers and rodeo cowboys, plus some livestock farming). I'm very into wolf conservation and ecology, as well as studying wolf behavior and social patterns, and pack systems ect. I will probably be going back to the wolf sanctuary I visited last fall but i've been meaning to find one close to where i live where i can volunteer. I also have a lot of strong opinions about a lot of different things.

I will post about my opinion on things, my personal experiences, Mood boards, Cute wolf and other animal photos, and probably other random stuff too.

My DNI is not suuuper strict, Just absolutely no bigotry, No racism, Queerphobia, Islamophobia, Intersexism, anti-semitism, pro israel, ect. I am pro Palestine and I am pro Palestinian resistance and liberation always. Any bigotry or dog whistles will be blocked. I also don't want people coming on here with anything like "humans deserve to die" or "humans are the cause of everything bad so they deserve to cease to exist" Yall that so quickly turns bigoted and I will not stand for that, I will not allow stuff like that that can so quickly become eugenics or other beliefs like that to fester on my page.

Please don't flirt with me even as a joke, or make sexual jokes or comments to me personally, it makes me incredibly uncomfortable.

With that as well, Minors can like and repost things, I do not want any minors messaging me, it makes me uncomfortable, While this blog is not an nsfw blog, I will curse and I will talk about things that are more mature in nature things like my experiences with trauma and mental health, and other things that might not be the most appropriate for a minor to look at in detail, Please keep yourself safe, and don't follow if you are only looking for cute wolf content, because i might post some cute wolf photos but i'm also an individual who talks about my own personal experiences and other shit.

I will block if I feel necessary, it might not be anything personal to you.

Thank you and I hope you enjoy the blog :)

[floral-comet-whump]

hello!!! my name is shavit, and I'm a whump blog!

my pronouns: they/she/star

my age: 17!!

if you have minors dni on a post and see I have liked or reposted it, it was probably an accident. I'd be a little sad if I get blocked because I'm sensitive, but I won't take offense to accounts doing so

a fun fact about me: my name, shavit, is pronounced sha like shush and vit like bit (down), but the B is a V

things I hope to be known for: being an interactive fan, having unnecessarily intricate character designs, and having good takes (I rlly hope I have good takes, I am trying)

whump tropes I like:

conditioning (both the process and the result. I think the main reason I'm into whump (other than just sadism towards fictional characters bjkbbidb) is the fascination I find in storytelling where characters are broken and reshaped), whipping, stress positions (very illustrative!), begging, fantasy whump/magic whump, magical exhaustion and magical euphoria, institutionalized whump + living weapon whump, bad caretaking, carewhumping, branding, secretly defiant whumpee/liar whumpee. I made this post about them and I'm really proud because a post of mine hasn't attracted attention since I was like... 12 and made a gacha life series

original whump writing

Daffodil Academy is a boarding school taking in talented youths which belong to... less fortunate backgrounds. Throughout history, this institution has consistently nurtured what most would think are children beyond saving into dutiful, competent servants of the kingdom.

contents: minor whump, magic/fantasy whump, institutionalized whump, living weapon whump, multiple whumpees, multiple whumpers, parental carewhumpers, conditioning, non-sexual/non-romantic grooming, generational trauma

post where I ramble about this as a concept

“Kill him.” | Featuring: Walenty

Hurt or be Hurt | Featuring: Walenty

I currently don't have plain writings that don't belong to any particular setting soz </3

Original whump art

just some doodles and references for walenty! no whump, just placed here for convenience's sake

singular kid walenty doodle with thoughts and rambles in tags

KID walenty taking an L (shit doodle edition)

[lintuwaterfall]

To a certain Garugaru

I have been watching Pretty Cure since Princess, and both Princess and Mahoutsukai are yet to be topped but I do enjoy Wonderful. Both Wonderful and Sky that came before it have been departures from some of the norms of the past and I find both have been consistent in their themes which is great. I actually watch and engage with the story. Last time I watched something from the Toei Trinity (Rider, Sentai, Cure) that I could not engage with was Avataro Sentai Donbrothers. And you know what I did after a few months of trying to stick around? I stopped. I accepted that the season wasn't for me and I sat the rest of it out. I did not spam hate about it daily or weekly. I moved on and only bring the series up when I need to or it's brought up for me. I do not go to the Avataro Sentai Donbrothers tag and post Anti-Avataro Sentai Donbrothers stuff. I let them be and instead watch things I like and enjoy and talk about things I like and enjoy. So please, for your sake and ours, please move on and find a show that actually brings you joy instead of being a garugaru here. Sincerely; A fan of Pretty Cure.

[neuroprincess]

Our Last Goodbye - Melissa Schemmenti/Female Reader - Part Two

Melissa Schemmenti/Female Reader

Summary: Melissa and Y/N reconnect at a cousin’s wedding and share an intimate moment together. Y/N is hopeful that this could lead to a reconciliation, while Melissa just wants keep this moment forever. Their last… At least until the classes come back and Melissa has to see someone else interested in her ex-wife.

Classification: +18, Light Angst, Fluff, Smut

Warnings: Jealousy, swearing, a bit of hard sex, fingering, hickeys, thigh riding, OC (original character)

Word count: +5200

Tag : @agaymilflover ^^

Part One | Part Two

In this chapter there will be two songs that will be attached when quoted.

The new teacher is pretty, tall, redheaded with perfectly cut shoulder-length, slightly wavy hair, sweet brown eyes, and always wearing high heels with a charming blazer. She also has a nice smile and soft spoken, especially when talking with Y/N, as she is doing while the girl tries to cut some broccoli on her plate without success, they slip off the fork every time, slipping to the other side as if they were purposely trying to escape. Unblinking, Alicia takes the cutlery from her hands as she continues to compliment her own students, and as if it were something normal or routine cuts the vegetables on the plate, small pieces are left, then she goes back to eating her Greek salad. Completely oblivious to the stares being thrown directly at her from across the common room, if she had noticed she would have realized the trouble she is getting herself into by staying on the radar of the other redhead, if eyes shot Melissa would have already killed her since she arrived at Abbott. Classes have been back for a couple of weeks, meaning it is still awkward working with the ex-wife, meeting her every day and acting like normal co-workers for the sake of the kids while the divorce papers are in process. The first days on the job were earlier, consisting of class councils and lesson plans, in this short time, the new fifth grade teacher, Alicia, approached Y/N the moment she found a seat vacant next to her, the former seat reserved for her. For years, even when they were not even a couple yet, the redhead had had it as her seat, next to Barb and her beloved at the same time. It was strangely painful to see that place being occupied by someone else, a knot formed in her stomach, Melissa tries not to admit the jealousy she feels when seeing Y/N and Alicia getting closer, renaming this feeling known as nostalgia and so it remains just for her ego. At the same time she is submerged by feelings of sadness and anger at seeing that place she so appreciated being occupied by someone else, simply because she is no longer there and was foolish to think it would remain empty. Yet she tries hard to keep composure around them and pretend she doesn't care what happens around her, but the feeling stays in her chest, rekindled by witnessing the scene in front of her as she enjoys lasagna. The hunger goes away and she can't eat another bite, a knot curling in the throat. Barbara laughs, putting a hand on her shoulder.

- You'll put a hole in their heads with your eyes, Mel. - she says, amused, while Melissa snorts and looks away. She knows her friend is joking, but still feels suddenly embarrassed, because Barbara knows the whole situation and that it is her fault, so she shouldn't be staring at them like that. Then stares at the floor, taking a deep breath, trying to calm down the feeling of guilt and shame. In another moment she would have fought back, joked about the situation, but the days have been melancholically overwhelming - Oh come on! You know I'm joking.

- I know.

- You still love her, you can't deny it. Why don't you go and talk to her? I'm sure the girl would listen to you. - Barbara continues in a whisper, looking directly at the other two teachers interacting as they finish their respective meals - You still care about each other, I can see and feel it.

- Bullshit! - she lets the bad word out, louder than expected, drawing the attention of everyone there, including the duo, she immediately regrets it and looks away, trying to act as if nothing happened. The teachers stare at each other for a few seconds and then return to their normal conversation - I lost my appetite.

Melissa snorts and closes the pot in which she brought her lunch a little harder than usual, then walks away without another word and avoiding looking at anyone, even Janine who seems to understand her and gives her a pained look. That's not what she wants, the only wish is to get rid of these persistent feelings that she has been fighting against since her cousin's wedding one month ago. While returning to the classroom, the redhead recalls that night of love in small involuntary memory flashes, every touch, kiss and mark she left on Y/N. She remembers how Y/N looked at her deeply full of passion, how they embraced each other tightly orgasm after orgasm, sweaty skin boiling with desire and the way their lips joined in a kiss so deep, so intense that they almost lost consciousness, because deep inside she knew this would be their last kiss. She remembers how complete she felt with Y/N in her arms, of watching her sleep and admiring the soft expression on her face as she slept with a small smile on the lips, as if all their problems had suddenly disappeared. Hopeful. And Melissa knew she couldn't give that to her only to disappoint later.

- Hey! - she hears someone calling her, in a few seconds Alicia reaches, Mel's phone is in her hands and the redhead smiles widely, this annoys the oldest one - You forgot it on the table. I was on my way to my classroom, so I thought I'd drop it off for you. - she explains, placing the phone in her hand and squeezing gently.

- Thank you, Miss Malone. - she pulls her hand away from the other woman and turns around, determined to go on her way, but is stopped by Alicia holding her arm gently - What?

- I don't know how to say this, but Barbara says you're very close to Y/N and can help me with something important. - the always extrovert girl turns into an embarrassed mess in a millisecond, blushing deeply.

- In what exactly? - Melissa sounds disinterested, covering up the disdain she feels for her showing more interest than usual in Y/N, but she can't let go of curiosity about what the other has to say. She turns completely around to look at Alicia, waiting for the continuation.

- Well, I want to ask her out on a date, but I have no idea what things she likes. So maybe a brunch in the park and then a comedy show? - Alicia rambles on, oblivious to Melissa's serious expression that realizes the teacher doesn't know they were married. - Or maybe breakfast on Sunday? - she adds, Schemmenti looks at her with incredulity. - What? - she asks, noticing the other woman's expression - Do you think it's a bad idea?

- No, it's not... - she says, still surprised in realization - It's a great idea, I just didn't expect you two to be so close. You're intimate? - Melissa asks, her voice full of curiosity with a hint of bitterness, then disguises her posture, as if she doesn't care and pretends to be willing to really help her, opening a fake smile when the newbie just nods negatively - But yes, I can help you. I know Y/N very well.

After Alicia, the teacher can consider herself a great actress, in a matter of seconds she pretended enthusiasm inventing the most eccentric and different dates, knowing that the ex-wife would hate most of them. She suggested feeding pigeons in the park, doing macramé and cataloging birds, as if these were real hobbies of Y/N, she almost convinced the other redhead that pigeons are her favorite birds and had fun with it. As alternative activities she has recommended tango dancing, climbing walls, making homemade comestic, also told her that the favorite flowers of hers are precisely the ones she hates the most, even wrote down movie ideas and recipes for a breakfast, Y/N's least favorite so to say, all the time wishing that her "help" would stop Alicia from ever getting to share an evening with her. Melissa much less wants them to share Sunday mornings, either in the parks, or drinking coffee together, or reading books together, or, in any way, spending any alone time together. She is content to lead Alicia down the wrong path and sabotage any chances she has with Y/N, cannot deny the delight she feels in seeing that the woman is following her suggestions and will thereby move further and further away in winning Y/N over.

The next two weeks pass slowly torturous for Melissa, as each day she arrives at school hoping to see them away from each other, even with her sabotage Alicia seems to be able to get closer and closer to her ex-wife. She feels increasingly frustrated that no effect seems to have emerged. She simply hates having to watch their interactions and shared moments between them, like when Alicia helped her change the tire of her car that got flat on the way out of school, when they danced together at an event, when Y/N brought her a homemade lunch that they shared in her classroom away from everyone, and, especially, when the redhead randomly presented her with a thin sweater, which Y/N is now wearing while eating a fruit salad reading some random website with Janine.

- You know, you can't keep denying that you still love her - Barb says as she sits down at the table beside her - And that you're dying of jealousy.

- It's not jealousy, it's worry. - Melissa says, shrugging the shoulders - I just want her not to be involved with the wrong people. Barb, she can't be that perfect. She's not the perfect woman for Y/N. She is not what my.... Well, Y/N needs.

- You are jealous. You know she is good enough for Y/N. You're just afraid of losing her for good. - the elementary school teacher laughs and starts unpacking her own lunch, ignoring the friend's incredulous look.

- No, I'm just worried about her, I just want her to find someone who really loves and cares for her. - the redhead snorts and stares at the girl laughing with Janine about something funny they saw.

- And you think that someone is you.

- Maybe. - she admits in a low voice.

A few seconds later Alicia enters the place with a huge bouquet of orange tulips, the ones Melissa swore were Y/N's favorites, she has a shy and strange smile on her face, as she walks towards the colleague with slow steps. Everything is happening in slow motion, the girl and Janine too distracted by their phones to notice her presence, while the other pair of teachers follow her attentively around. She holds the bouquet tightly, she is visibly nervous and holds the breath, then turns to Melissa for some reaction and gets two thumbs up with a smile. Barbara frowns in confusion. And then realizes the possible catastrophe to come. They stare at each other.

- Can you hear what they are talking about? - the redhead asks in a whisper, avoiding to look directly at the unfolding scene, following by the reflection of the phone.

- Nothing, but Janine looks uncomfortable.

- Y/N didn't get the bouquet. Great. - they end the conversation in whispers and she stands up suddenly excited - Hey, Janine! Finished your lunch? I need help getting some heavy books from the library.

Janine follows her without blinking, preferring to throw away the rest of the sandwich rather than continue in the middle of the whole situation, and with quick steps joins Melissa as she walks out of the room. When they are in the corridor, Janine looks relieved and starts to ramble on about how Melissa saved her life by getting her out of that strange situation, her usual smile doesn't reach the eyes. The redhead rolls her eyes and stops in front of the library, despite the neutral expression inside she can barely hide the pleasure that the plan somehow seems to be working. She needs to get Alicia away, as soon and as far away as possible.

- So you owe me a favor.

- What? - she asks in surprise, her smile fading as they stare momentarily at each other. Janine knows she's been dragged into this and she's screwed.

- What did they talk about? - Melissa asks slowly, her eyes narrowing and this intimidates the other woman.

- Y/N and Alicia? Well, the newbie was giving her a bouquet of flowers as a "thank you".

- Thank you for what exactly? - she crosses her arms and walks a step forward, voice a little lower than usual on purpose to intimidate her. Janine never limits herself in speaking as she had just done, there is something.

- For the weekend they spent together.

The smug expression on the redhead's face disappears quickly, the air is taken from her lungs and she can feel that bitter feeling in the pit of stomach, along with growing anger inside her. The painful image of Y/N and Alicia sharing moments takes over her mind, moments like watching trashy movies that neither of them pay attention to, playing board games that should be played with at least four players but are more fun to watch Y/N bend the rules, preparing a meal together sipping wine listening to Laura Pausini in the background, dancing, sunbathing in the backyard, or simply relaxing in each other's company. But seeing Janine's mischievous expression, Melissa knew that her plan had failed. Deep down, she was even praying that Y/N and Alicia had had the worst date of all, with lots of awkwardness, strangeness and no kissing, that it would not develop into the weekend, that her goal of keeping them apart would be successful. But, it seems, her prayers were ignored, so she will have to take matters into her own hands.

- Alicia can be quite naughty. - Janine smiles genuinely at the redhead's reaction, a mixture of shock and fury at hearing this.

- Do you and Y/N still do monthly class planning together on the last weekend of the month? - the teacher tries to cover her anger with a fake smile.

- Yes, we still do.

- Then you should organize another one, shouldn't you? - she doesn't wait for an answer and keeps talking - I need help with a new project. This weekend it's going to be at my house, 5pm, and you're not showing up.

And she leaves without receiving an answer, confident in knowing that one way or another Janine would set up this meeting and as she instructed, she will not show up, inventing a lame last minute excuse. Janine then sends a message to Barbara and Alicia: "All done, step 2 of the plan. I hope this works. Let's see what happens." She breathes a sigh of relief, unconcerned because she knows how jealous Melissa can be and will do everything she can to keep Y/N and Alicia from getting closer, in other words, she will win back her ex-wife.

The weekend comes slower than the teachers at Abbott Elemntary wish, not for Melissa, each day is pleasantly quick as she works on perfecting her miraculous plan. The day after the orange tulips incident she arrives at work early, knowing that on Tuesdays Y/N goes early to organize the "creative day", and eagerly awaits her to help with the boxes of materials she brings from home for her children, the girl is surprised for being ignored for weeks by her but accepts. They have a brief and superficial conversation about the activities while carrying the boxes to the classroom. Then she starts purposely passing in front of her classroom more often, occasionally nodding with a small smile on lips, small well-received contacts that encouraged Melissa to make Gary get her favorite snacks that were taken out of the machines before back to school, this attempt doesn't come the effect she wanted as they were shared with Alicia. The next day there are no more, all the snacks are in the back seat of Melissa's car. So she tries another approach, throws Y/N's lunch away, Alicia's too so there is no possibility of them sharing lunch from the same meal, and for the first time in months the two share a meal together, Melissa practically locks her in the room and convinces her with the favorite dish. The conversation is pleasant within limits but they are still awkward around each other, it's shallow. Neither is willing to open up much yet, they just exchange words about the children's work and a few jokes here and there. Both know there is more to it than that and neither was willing to deal just because they talked again, Melissa spent days preparing herself for when this moment would come, but words fail her when she finds the ex-wife on her front doorstep on a late Saturday afternoon. No amount of rehearsal was enough.

- Janine answered your messages? She didn't even view mine. - Y/N asks cutting out printed dollar bills, trying to make the edges as straight as possible.

- She didn't answer me either. There must have been some unforeseen event, she would never miss spending time at my house. - the redhead disguises, deleting the recent messages on her phone before showing them to her, and then goes back to stirring the risotto in the pan, humming Strani Amori that plays in the background, sound coming from the radio on the kitchen counter.

- That's a fact.

- Look at that, the sky is getting darker and darker. I think there's a storm coming. - Melissa points to the kitchen windows trying to change the topic after minutes of dull silence, a dark cloud takes over the sky, hiding the sunset with a deep blue layer.

- Damn it! - she whispers leaving the scissors aside when she starts to hear the weak drops hitting against the window, foreshadowing of a big storm coming, a lightning bolt crosses the sky followed by the loud noise of thunder - Janine was my ride, there are no buses here to my neighborhood.

- What happened to your car? - the stove is turned off, food is ready.

- Broke again, I'm on a bad streak. - and sighing heavily she remembers how strange the last two weeks have been - First, my favorite snacks are back and then suddenly gone, then someone took my lunch. Oh, and this is the second time my car has broken down in less than one month, also I think a ghost shares the apartment with me. Or my neighbor is dying.

- I miss you talking to me like that. - shy smiles emerge, the two stare at each other for a few seconds, the feeling of calm and comfort of a mundane moment takes over the dynamic, as if nothing has been happening for the last few months and they go back to that time when nothing seems wrong, no discussions beyond what they are going to do for dinner. - I miss us.

- Melissa...

- Are you with Alicia? - the question is almost unconscious, a bitterness in the back of her throat just thinking about the possibility.

- You have no right to ask me that. - Y/N whispers in frustration and confusion, getting up, leaving the unfinished clippings there - You were the one who filed for divorce, you were the one who left me alone in that hotel room to deal with it, who acted indifferent, and now you ask me that? I don't understand.

- Because I am fucked up, Y/N! I was scared, you know all the shit that was my divorce with Joe, but I didn't tell you everything that happened. You know what he said when we were signing the papers? That we had fallen into a routine. There was no more sparkle, no more willpower, that we became more roommates than partners. And when we started to fall into the routine, insecurities took over and I found myself very afraid that it would happen again. - tears fall freely at this point, the redhead struggles to maintain eye contact with her ex-wife who stares at her with the same pain in her eyes. - I didn't want you to get tired of me, to get stuck in this relationship when there's a whole world out there for you while I'm almost double your age and have nothing to offer. So before you could leave I... filed for divorce.

- Mel, I've never asked you for anything but yourself. Your age is not important. And I would never get tired of you, as I said before, I'm not Joe. - Y/N's words are low and she takes a few steps forward, inches away from the woman. Outside the storm intensifies, the sky suddenly darkens and another flash of lightning crosses the sky, they are so focused on each other that they don't notice, just as they don't notice the next song starting to play, Lato Destro Del Cuore.

- But... - Melissa is ready to debate, to devalue and blame herself, but before she can do that she feels Y/N's lips against hers in a soft and tender kiss, their hands thirsty for each other explore their known bodies, looking for more contact and there they stay. The air is taken from their lungs and only returns when they part seconds later, Y/N's hands are still on Melissa's face and Melissa's on her waist - Does this mean you and Alicia are not together?

- What? - the girl laughs, as if it were the stupidest or most random question of all, then realizes that the teacher was asking seriously as she notices her serious expression waiting for an answer - Mel, we are just friends. I've never seen her like that.

- But what about the weekend date? And the tulips?

- There was no date, well, we just went to the flea market for jewelry and old books. - Melissa sighs with relief this time, not avoiding a big smile when she realizes that they had never been on a date, all those painful images dissipated instantly. - And Barbara went with us. The tulips were a joke, I guess, I didn't quite understand why she gave them to me.

- Fuck, Barb... That one... - Y/N is confused, oblivious to recent events - Never mind, you're here now.

Another bolt of lightning cuts across the sky, lighting up the entire room before darkness takes over, everything is dark and silent except for the music on the battery-operated radio. Melissa's hands tighten around the girl's hips, they are closer than before, to the point where she can feel her warm breath and irregular breathing, She smiles, knowing Y/N's fear of the dark and how being in her arms can calm her somehow, it has always been like this, as it had happened many times before in fearful situations.

- Let's get the candles from the living room. - she leads Y/N out of the kitchen, going through the furniture and rooms without needing the vision, knowing by heart every part of the house, except for the other woman's purse left near the couch, stumbling she falls on the couch knocking Y/N on top of herself, since they were holding hands.

The two laugh finding the situation cliché, Melissa's arms wrap around Y/N's body and pulls her to herself, inhaling the smell of shampoo and perfume, feeling the softness of the hair against her fingers as she massages a sensitive spot behind Y/N's ear, drawing a satisfied moan from her. Their eyes meet at the next glimmer and smile before Melissa rises to sit with the girl on her lap, taking her lips for herself again, this time it is deep and fiery, carnal. Her hands snake from her back to her waist, exploring and grasping every part of skin with possessiveness, feeling the heat, her trembling and how she desires it too. Their mouths part for a second and Melissa runs her lips down the length of the neck, one hand migrates to Y/N's hair grabbing a handful of hair pulling her so that her neck is even more exposed to the Schemmenti attacks. Caressing kisses are left on the skin, the redhead's tongue delighting in the most sensitive parts, feeling the warmth and softness of the skin before sucking on those spots. The marks are almost instantaneous from such intensity and strength, shades of crimson painted on her skin. Melissa wants Y/N, Alicia, and anyone else who sees her to know that she belongs to her, only her, and will not go anywhere.

In less than a minute Y/N is practically naked on top of her equally naked (still legally) wife, sitting on her lap wearing only panties after removing the dress she was wearing, the teacher's hands continue to travel over her skin, stopping at the curve of the naked boobs and becomes thirsty to adore the two masterpieces, Without a second thought Melissa takes one of the areolas into her mouth, tongue playing with the nipples and being teased by the girl's micro reactions she bites the erogenous zone, then sucks it unmercifully while facing her squirming face, dimly lit by the pitch and some random lightning. Her right hand leaves the boobs, without hesitation reaching the girl's center, already wet and in need of her touches, and without hesitation just pulls the panties to the side, unexpectedly penetrating her with two fingers. Without preparation or any other preliminary. It's hard, strong, intense and passionate, Melissa lets out a strangled scream when Y/N bites her shoulder trying to hold back her own scream, of pain and pleasure.

- Oh, Mel... - she whispers trying to control her breathing as the redhead begins to move inside her, slowly but steadily, enjoying every second of this intimate moment she has missed so much. Both of them are completely delivered.

- Amore mio, I've missed this so much, for fuck's sake. - Melissa whispers in her ear, as she gradually speeds up the movements, the body on top of her bends back and moans loudly. - Oh my God, how I missed it...

The redhead leans in with her fingers still inside Y/N, taking her along as she gets on her knees and the girl lies on the padded couch, back supported by the various decorative cushions. A better and easier position for Melissa, who smiles before giving a quick and hard thrust as she crawls over to straddle one of the thighs, rubbing her intimacy against the skin, moaning instantly excited, her hips moving slowly, enjoying the sensation. They kiss again, Melissa's lips are warm and soft, her tongue teases Y/N's, eager and wild, deliciously invasive. The movements increase, harder and faster, everything is so intense, the teacher's hips move faster in search of more pleasure, they both moan loudly, but not as loud as the rain that falls outside, intensifying just like the activities inside the house. Y/N brings one hand to her wife's hip and the other slides to her pussy, feeling the excitement dripping between the fingers, something she has come to expect with her wet thigh, and strokes the bundle of nerves. Quick and sure, just like Melissa's strokes, they work their way to climax. The desire only grows, each touch, kiss or moan doesn't seem enough to express the longing their bodies felt for each other, they feel completely vulnerable and full of desire, the sensations mix and multiply, bringing them to climax. Melissa holds her tightly, kissing her with desperation as they cum together, pleasure running through their bodies as to share the ecstasy of this moment, trembling in each other's arms. Melissa collapses on the girl with a big smile on lips and if Y/N could see her face she would find a pair of bright olive eyes. Still in the dark their lips meet again after taking in air, it's quiet and gentle, touching each other softly, exploring every inch of each other's mouth, Melissa's fingers tangle in Y/N's hair again, deepening the kiss. The soft touch and warmth spreads through every part of their bodies, they have barely finished over one orgasm and are already longing for another. The redhead slides her hand down, caressing Y/N's body, pressing on her hip, pulling closer.

Melissa smiles and whispers: - We still have a lot of time to make up for it, Amore mio. - she slides her other hand behind her, gently caressing the back of Y/N's neck as their lips come together again.

Opening her eyes, Y/N is faced with Melissa's calm and relaxed morning face, her red hair disheveled, skin illuminated by the dim light coming through the window. Her reddish lips are ajar, arms around her, and her stare fixed on the girl as a plea for her to stay. She is underneath, body curvaceous and smooth, her breasts pressing against Y/N's head resting right there using it as a improvised pillow. Melissa looks at her tenderly, enjoying the sight of having her in her arms again, then holds Y/N tighter, desperate not to let her leave. She knows she can't prevent this from happening, but she still tries to make the most of this moment. Their hearts beat together, and she feels safe and loved again.

- I still can't believe we slept on the carpet! - the girl whispers with exhaustion in her voice, and Melissa smiles, nodding her head.

- I know, but it was still great! One more moment to add to our list of adventures.

- And places we've had sex, we haven't had it in the kitchen or in the dining room. - the answer is always the same and it doesn't surprise her when the redhead nods in denial, her kitchen is a kind of sanctuary and would be weird to see nonna cooking or eating there. - Just kidding.

- Amore mio... - Melissa's voice is serious now, hoarse from having just woken up after the best night's sleep in months - Forgive me for everything I've put you through. You're staying, right?

- I never wanted to leave and I never will. I love you! - they stare at each other with their faces too close together and a smile comes to their lips, the feeling of security and trust they feel for each other is so strong that both realize that no matter what the future brings, everything will be okay because they'll be together - I will give you back your necklace, but you better never take off again. It's a threat.

- Fuck, I am so lucky. - Melissa places a soft kiss on Y/N's lips - I fucking love you.

Meanwhile in the group:

"Do you guys think the final part of the plan worked out?" (Janine)

"Idk, I hope so, I texted Y/N yesterday and she didn't reply. She always replies." (Alicia)

"I did the same to Melissa and she didn't reply either," (Barb)

"Everyone knows that Melissa would puncture her own tires to not let her leave the house, she must be holding the poor girl captive." (Barb)

"LMAO" (Janine)

"Of course!" (Alicia)

"Thank you for participating in this crazy plan with us, Alicia." (Janine)

"You're welcome ^^ I've always wanted to put my college drama classes to use." (Alicia)