#{{ Threds at night }}

[isnt-it-pretty]

Yeah no I can't hang out. Yeah, I'm mourning that Kokomi's story quest didn't touch on the horrors of war and that the choices she made sent men and women to their deaths in the name of a cause she deemed worth it. That Sara wasn't affected by committing atrocities in the name of an Archon who was wrong. Yeah no I'm sad Gorou's hangout only had one reference to the fact he was a general on the front lines and that he watched his men die, that large numbers didn't make it home. Grieving the fact that none of this seems to impact any characters long term.

yeah no sorry i cant hang out right now. yeah. yeah im mourning inazuma's missed potential. again. yes. you know how it is... what do you mean you don't know?.. whatever. sorry.

[hazzyking]

Quick little one shot cause some of these things I saw on the internet, and I wanted to incorporate them into my story. Like Astarion embroidering, and not recognizing a drawing of him... and the little line at the end. Enjoy!

@fanaticsnail requested to be tagged in all things Astarion

Apologize

"Fuck! Fuck! I'm sorry I'm a fucking mess!" Lovissa huffed in annoyance as she dropped to her knees hurriedly trying to pick up all the books she dropped.

"It's alright, Darling, let me help," Astarion insisted as he made a little stack for himself and helped her carry the books to his tent. "You're quite a pretty mess anyway," he mumbled, sending a wink into her direction. She blurted out with laughter covering her face. The laugh sounded more like a raspberry with heaving involved.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry. That was such an ugly laugh" Lovissa spoke between giggles.

"Gods, stop apologizing!" Astarion scolded. "You're like a wounded animal," he grumbled and retreated into his tent. Lovissa's expression disappeared once he did, and she went back over to her tent.

Later that night, Astarion sauntered over to her, Lovissa was sitting in a pile of pillows and towels looking across the tent at the stars and doodling something in her journal. "What's this?" Astarion asked, looking over her shoulder. "He's quite handsome," Astarion commented on the drawing. "I like his nose - why are you laughing?" Astarion stopped and watched Lovissa's blushing face as she looked away to choke out laughter.

"That's you, silly." Lovissa giggled, but Astarion's expression faded. And took the book, his finger traced his own cheekbones, trying to find anyway to tell her that this is absolutely not what he looks like.

"Is it really?" Astarion asked, looking over the picture. "My hair has gotten longer" he muttered.

"Was it short? Before you were turned?" Lovissa asked looking at Astarion, who was still focused on the art work before him.

"I... I don't know, " he muttered softly, his fingers tracing the drawing. "Do I really look like this? Or did you... take some artistic liberties?" Astarion asked, finally turning to look at her.

"That's really what you look like." Lovissa chuckles, placing a soft kiss on his shoulder. "You like what you see?" She asked, leaning her cheek against him and her purple eyes looking up at him.

"What color... are you going to color it in?" Astarion asked looking at her.

"Your pale... and your hair is white... I need to find blue for the shirt... and I can color the eyes now" Lovissa said "open" she spoke as she pressed the tip of her finger into his Fang, piercing her skin, Lovissa took a fine tipped brush and dipped it into the bleeding finger, then colored his eyes with the blood.

"Surley, my eyes aren't that red," Astarion commented before sucking on her finger, drinking what little blood came from the wound.

"Nope, your eyes are red as blood... and skin as white as snow. " she smiled happily, kissing him on his jaw.

"I can give you a piece of my shirt if you know how to sew it on," Astarion commented, pointing how he would go about that project.

"I-i have no idea how to do that" Lovissa said nervously.

"Tch... stay here" Astarion tuts, and raises to his feet and walks into his tent. He returns a few seconds later with a small piece of fabric and a needle and thred.

"Watch," he says as he meticulously traces the shirt in the drawing with blue thread. Lovissa watches in Awe and smiles slightly, watching his stoic face concentrating on the art. "Here, I didn't want to ruin such a pretty picture," he handed it back to her. Astai9n claiming that this isn't his best work irritated Lovissa a bit considering this is the nicest drawing she's ever made of him. "And now it's soft. So when I'm not around, you can feel it... and smell it if you're weird, " he added.

"Why wouldn't you ever be around?" Lovissa asked, pulling his body closer to her."I don't want to rely on a picture to bring me comfort"

"Well... what if one day I have to go back to Cazador?" Astarion spoke, his voice void of emotion.

"That's certainly not going to happen." Lovissa chuckled softly, pulling his face to look at her. "We're gonna get rid of Cazador before we get rid of this tadpole. I promise"

"How sweet... but what if I burn up in the sun?" He asked again.

"Shut up, Astarion. You're not going anywhere." Lovissa spoke sternly. "Unless you want to leave"

"Never darling... just- I'm just scared... is all" he admitted, and pulled her in for a reassuring kiss.

"Don't be, I've killed scarier things than Vampire Lords. We will be fine. You will be fine... okay?" Lovissa asked, looking into his eyes softly... "I'm sorry... I'm acting like"

"Would you stop apologizing?" Astarion chuckled, "We are real... this is real... whatever this is..." Astarion reassured her by kissing her on the forehead. "Stop apologizing"

"I cant... the truth is, you could slit my throat... and with my lest breath, I'd apologize for bleeding on your clothes" Lovissa muttered, her lips pressed against his collar bone.

"You work on not apologizing. And I'll work on saying No. How does that sound?" Astarion said with a coy smile.

"That sounds... nice"

[thedizzydinosaur]

snuggling up to them when they're cold for Kim`dael

It was an unusually cold night, a all consuming biting chill filled the air as the wind wipped the clouds across the the dark, foreboding sky.

There was a winter storm brewing somewhere to the north, driving down the temperatures and chasing any sain person indoors.

Kim'dael pulled her cloak tighter around herself as she darted across gilded rooftops that shimmered in the pale moonlight.

She had had a long day, and the sudden cold snap was not doing her tired self any favours.

It was a small miracle that her favourite space heater had left her balcony door oh so slightly ajar.

Queen Aditi's private bed chamber was always warm, both from the underfloor heating that felt so good to pad across in nothing but socks, and from the figure laying in the beautiful, pillow laden bed in the middle of the room.

Kim'dael slipped under the scarlet and thred of gold covers, smiling with glee as her target tenced up in supprise.

"You." Aditi grumbled as kim'dael snuggled her whole self into the sun queen's back "are an ice cube"

"And you are a delectable campfire," kim'dael purred in response. "And it's such a cold night."

Aditi just grumbled, gave kim'dael an arguably deserved elbow in the ribs, and rolled over to go back to go back to sleep.

[seoafin]

MORGAN PLEASE TALK TO ME ABOUT CLOTHES what are you in to? What’s your style? Where do you shop??

sera <333333 friend love beloved

you really shouldn't have because now im going to go off on a tangent!!!!

okay so right now im actually super into layering along with the versatility of maxi/denim skirts. i love playing with colors especially the colored tights trend. i loveeee my red tights and my other patterned ones i also have my nodress tights that i really love playing with. they're also super fun for nights out. anywayyyy i think fall is one of my favorite seasons to dress for because i can layer. i've also really been into layering jeans underneath dresses and skirts especially with lace/see through dresses. it's always fun playing with modesty lmfao i also have a bunch of super unique vintage pieces from thrifting in italy/europe. VINTAGE ITALIAN BRANDS ARE LITERALLY IT. THAT'S WHERE TO GO. i love vintage savethequeen but their newer pieces r a bit.... anyway vintage sonia fortune >>>>

honestly i don't rlly think i have a style. i dress up when i feel like but also a lot of times im also lazy. my mom thinks i dress atrociously but also my friends always want to borrow my clothes. i think im doing something right. i recently bought the cutest red heels from vagabond and they are so so soo amazing to dress up with. recently i've been into a lot of chinese brands. i think one of my favorite chinese brands rn is yoshuuyuki. have like 2 shirts from them i really love. i've been eyeing some of their mesh shirts too but alas shipping is expensive.

i do a lotttt of thrifting!!! but i also love thredup. one thing i've been doing recently (since beginning to observe conscious consumption habits particularly with the clothes i buy) is looking at clothing composition. im addicted to it now lmfao. anyway that's my way of saying i refuse to buy anything with a majority of polyester/other cheap fibers. cotton/silk/wool only. and by cotton i mean the good quality kind. some brands i frequently look up on thred up is elie tahari , betsey johnson, rozae nichols, guess, etc. i also search on ebay quite a bit for bags since i've gotten into bags and purses.

but as of right now if you're interested in my wishlist i want this shirt from maisonmume so badly. it's sooo gorgeous. there was a gray pleated midi skirt from urbanrevivo that i really wanted but it unfortunately sold out rip. im looking for a wool coat and i've heard good things about SOME of aritzia's stuff but i've never bought from them lol. there's this kashiko orchid mesh top i really want. i also shop on ssense. some other stores i (eye)shop from are palomawool, hyeinseo, danielle guizio, etc.

[a-wanderin-whirlybird]

Ok More Irken ocs! Let's learn a bit about High War Priestess Fifi, Tallest Delta, Modern Frylord Flapjack, and Brewmaster Apprentice Ion!

Thred and Tallest Ophelia belong to @monsoonceroom and Tallest Kii, Coddle Drone Kiz, Soxx, Hitz, and Shakkin belong to @messinwitheddie

HIgh War Priestess Fifi of Hive Cadaver:

Born to a swarm of 104 smeets in Hive Cadaver Fifi is Swarmmates of the Tallest Delta

The two were born hand in Hand and fifi has always adored her Brother

Where Delta is soft, loving and emotional Fifi is Harsh, Prickly and aggressive her only glaring weakness being her deep love for Delta, her best friends @messinwitheddie Tallest Kii and her Wife Thred who belongs to @monsoonceroom

Fifi has the Hive Cadaver third eye dead center of her forehead and had been placed in the Priesthood training since she could properly speak

Fifi has always defended Delta from the rest of the Hive and has even murdered her fellow drones to protect Delta.

She is not above blackmail, Murdering or torturing those around her if it means those she cares for are happy and safe.

Fifi loves her work as the High War Priestess and often throws herself into it for her own pleasure

She met her Wife Thred during the early Alliance Negotiations with Tallest Ophelia

It was through Thred she found a love of Modeling, and will gleefully model anything Thred makes but only for Thred

Tallest Kii gifted Fifi and Thred with a smeet during her earliest experiments with her Smeeteries

The Smeet sadly died young in the bombardment of the smeeteries, it was the only time Fifi couldn't preform the Passing rituals for herself. Delta had to take over while Thred and Fifi mourned

Fifi cannot stand Spicy food which her Hive is known for, preferring fungus and Creamy foods.

No sweet tooth on her at all, she wants salty and Umami flavors

She had a major falling out with Kii shortly before she died in her own Hive, she deeply regrets the words said and sticks to the land of the living alongside her Brother and a roster of Priests

Fifi specifically haunts the Death world's, revealing herself to the Mortuary Drones to teach them proper death rites and inducing many to the Priesthood under Soxx's nose.

She also takes the time to Infuriate and Saratoga soxx at every turn ensuring he can't always be present or watching as her Priests, both living and dead, do their duty

Plus she hates Soxx and it brings her glee to see him suffer and fume

She still pauses her duty to visit Thred and their Smeet when she can, even bringing her smeet on trips to Kii's Smeeteries to tell her daughter about who Kii used to be and how Kii helped give Thred and Fifi their precious Smeet

Tallest Delta:

Final Tallest of Hive Cadaver

Has a Third eye square on his Chest, something rare amongst the Tall Members of Hive Cadaver

He started off as a small Drone and skyrocketed to 7ft over night practically while in the midst of his Priesthood training

He is incredibly close to his swarmmate Fifi and adores her greatly

Delta is an incredibly Kind and soft Irken, he craves equal standing with those close to him and is a Romantic at Splooch

He fell in love with Tallest Kii during their first Meeting, a skirmish Kii initiated to induct Hive Cadaver in her Alliance

During the Final Irken world War Hive Cadaver had been neutral as was tradition so they could preform their rituals where needed

But due to the nature of the conflict Hive Cadaber was being pushed out of the battlefields, unable to preform their duty as Hives assumed they were coming to kill more drones

Kii and Delta forming an Alliance saved the Hive from being choked out

Delta fell in love with Kii's sharp tongue, stern nature, and awkward kindness. But he especially loved how she respected him as a Fellow Irken, not just another Tallest

Delta never acted on his feelings for he saw how soxx and Hitz treated Kii and vowed never to cause her such grief

The two danced around eachother constantly which frustrated Kiz and Fifi endlessly

Delta was also great Friends with the Oracle Tallest, Ophelia. The two often exchanged jokes and stories over snacks and tea.

Delta died after he attacked Tallest Soxx in retaliation of the Bombing of Kii's smeeteries

Watching both his beloved Crush and his dear Sister break as so many loves were lost was the final straw

He attacked Soxx first but Delta never invested in long range weaponry and died when soxx bombed Hive Cadaver alongside his own troops

As he died Delta was approached by Lady Death herself, she had come to guide her loyal Priests to the afterlife as a way to thankt hem for their service, but Delta had another idea

He begged Lady Death to allow him to Linger, alone if he had to, to keep Kii company

His fellow Priests who served alongside him protested as one, Insisting they remain as well.

Lady Death was Moved and agreed so long as Delta and his Priests continued their Life and Death Rituals for their fellow Irkens

In Death Tallest Delta resides by Kii's side. Never wandering unless called by his fellow Priests or Fifi to give a rite or to pass on a message during New Years

Delta is resigned to Kii never noticing him, and Mourns how her grief and hunger for power and control is twisting her and harming her

Frylord Flapjack:

A pale green skinned, and fat female drone. She is only an inch shorter than Gir and runs a Breakfast bar in a major Snack system

Flapjack is incredibly shy and always fears she is failing somewhere. Incredibly anxious but sweet she Loves feeding the masses and mixing amazing Waffle batters

Flapjack trained under Sizz-Lor briefly before being transfered from Food Courtia to a new system dedicated to Breakfast specifically

There she trained under several Frylords and recieved a promotion upon the creation of her signature Waffle Syrup

The Syrup is simular to Maple syrup with a burst of subtle smokiness at the end

Flapjack has a major crush of Gir but doesn't know what to do with it, she isn't even fully aware it is a crush, thinking she simply admires her fellow Frylord

She eventually opens a Speakeasy of her own in her resteraunt to help put the Resisty alongside a Rogue drone named Ion

Ion studied under Brewmaster Shakkin and met Flapjack through Shakkin

The two worked together to assist the resistance while ensuring their fellow drones were fed and Given the best drinks possible

The two slowly fell for one another with Ion being the one to ask Flapjack out

Flapjack agreed eagerly and the two have been together ever since

Flapjack is currently trying to dodge investigations from the Red Brain who is suspicious of Flapjack's supply chain

As such Ion and Flapjack are currently living in different systems and Flapjack can only send letters via Gir

Once the investigation is over Flapjack plans to Propose to Ion, Gir has volunteered his Cantina for the service

Secret Brewmast Ion:

Ion is a Pale blue green smeet with Icy blue Fuzz around her neck and covering her antenna, forearms and shins. She has large Pink eyes with fuzzy eyelashes and is considered a rare beauty.

She is however, a defective Irken who was slated to be culled in the smeetery but was saved by the Ghost of Tallest Dava and taken to a smuggler on the edges of the empire

Ion grew up with 4 other defective drones in the Underworld of Irk hiding from the empire until she decided she would become a frycook

The smuggler, a Drone named Triton, forbade thus and told Ion if she left she could never contact any of them again

Ion agreed to this and left, driven to do what she could

During her attempts to re-smuggle herself into the empire and their kitchens and bumped into Brewmaster Shakkin who saw quite a bit of himself in Ion and helped her hide

It was while Shakkin was assisting Ion in entering a kitchen workforce that he discovered Ion's natural talent for Drink mixing and Brewing

Shakkin took her as his apprentice, entering her into the system as an anonymous Apprentice

Doing so required a great show of skill to convince the Red Brain and the Tallest it was worth not know the Apprentice/Future Brewmaster and to have their Pak left unentered in the system

Ion invented a drink that Celebrated the accomplishments of the empire (thiugh she fully disagreed with the conquests) and it was accepted gleefully

Ion often hid in one of Shakkin's Brew Barrels on his Back so she could be present with high ranking Generals and learn in the field

During a trip to a new snacking system Ion met the newly promoted Frylord Flapjack and fell for her instantly

Ion spent a lot of time getting to know Flapjack before revealing herself to Flapjack

The two eventually opened a speakeasy Cantina and Ion asked Flapjack out

Flapjack agreed and the two have been together ever since

Currently Ion is moving between Gir's Cantina and Shakkin's Breweries while Flapjack is under investigation she misses her Darling a lot

[forlornmelody]

Today's List of Nice Things:

Hung up two posters and fixed my room banner thingy.

GOT RID OF MY EX'S CLOTHES. I don't even care if the box falls apart before it gets to Thred Up. Not my problem anymore.

Someone is coming tomorrow to pick up my ex-roommate's cat tree.

Got my oil changed

Back to only 4 months behind on bookkeeping. I am going to be ecstatic when I'm caught up again. Math takes far too many spoons.

Started reading The Night and Its Moon. Reading books in order is a lot easier than not, haha.

[ur-blxxdy-valentine]

Oo wha I was so close- 😭 I love that tho its so cute :3 ooo that's so yummy!ㅣlove Carmel apples! I remember I lost my first tooth to one! That's such a mood- I love those ones so much but my all time favorites are House Of 1000 Corpses and any fake stuff film (that probably sounds bad- but idc- I shamelessly like what I like). Ooo that's a good song. I haven't listened to that in a little while. But my favorite food is probably some type of pasta, I really love Swedish Meatballs and Crab-O-Frato!!! My favorite song is Pumped Up Kicks by Foster The People! MY BROTHER JUST SEWED THRED INTO HIS FINGE RAIEBAOEBAORJ- but my favorite colors are Black, Red, Scarlet Orange, Grey, Teal and Pink :3

Maybe more person but, ideal date? Ideal boyfriend/girlfriend?

— ❤️‍🔥

i watched House Of a 1000 Corpses for the first time just a few months ago !! I can see why you like it :3 Is that what a snuff film is? to be honest i actually don’t know what that means ehe. ooo i’ve always wanted to try swedish meatballs ! my mama used to make normal homemade meatballs all the time, i wonder if they’re as nostalgic as them :0 and ive never heard of Crab-O-Frato what is that? i tried looking it up, but i don’t think i found the right thing hehe. OMG PUMPED UP KICKS. that used to be on repeat for me ! super nostalgic song, i love it sm. HELP??? did he like sew through the top layer of skin or like into his finger (๑′°︿°๑) he’s insane either way. but those are pretty colours !! you definitely seem like the deeper reds type

ooo ideal date is festival date or late night star gazing ! very specific star gazing one where it’s like going to the gas station at midnight, getting drinks, then going to an empty park and laying under the stars <3 my ideal partner is a bit hard to lay down because i’m picky but in a weird way. i think i’d like just someone who can feel as passionately as i do. i like forward people mainly bc i’m socially dense 💀 they’d have to be understanding and patient. also huge hopeless romantics because im super cheesy hehefnnfnf

what about you? i’m super curious judging by what i’ve seen you like so far

[linandara]

Maha Shivaratri (The Great Night of Shiva, dance of creation, preservation and dissolution), Isra' & Mi'raj (Night Journey, "Lote Tree of the Farthest Boundary"), the beginning of the month of Ash Tree (World Tree, cosmic axis, Tree of Life), B’atz’ (the infinite thread of Time). Many threds converge tonight, old cycles finish, new cycles begin. Human spirituality, mythology and history are infinite journeys one can undertake in the darkest nights of the soul when there are no other roads visible. And maybe then one can find own true path. #inspiration #treeoflife #manuscript #illustration #illuminatedmanuscript #celebrations #history #traditions #spirituality #linandara #calendar #February #curiosities #dreamscape #artcollection #странныйрисунок #escape #adventurethatislife #portal #digitalart #layersofexistence #feeltheforce #collage #experiment #weird #ai #AI #aiart #livingmeaningfully #wonderlust (at Newtown, Powys) https://www.instagram.com/p/Co0THnYLSva/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[abiik]

im awake. no im not. yes. no ❤.

[focsle]

[ID: four excerpts from an 1850s whaling journal. Transcript follows.]

Some reflections from 2nd mate John Winslow that he penned in the back of the voyage’s log.

“I hope in 100 days more to be at home with you all and if I find you all Well it will be happiness enough for me. Dec 11th 1853. Last night I drempt of home and its attendendt pleasures.  Dec 12 — Feb 12th 1853 Charly is 2 years old to Day if he is living and a grate boy he must be by this time but he will be more than 3 years old before I shall see him if we both live — John Winslow — I am sailing o’er the Ocean Love And far from thee I roam A Stranger in a farway Land An Exile from my home O how long must I Wander How Long a Stranger be Before I am contented to stay at home With thee Writen to Phebe Winslow Monday Night — Dec 13 Yesterday spoke a ship bound home and there were many smiling and happy faces there but I come on board unhappy & disconsolate for many is the Days both Dark and cloudy that will pass before I shall hear the happy sound of Homeward Bound should I live but if Deth cuts the thred of Life May God be merciful to me a sinner — John Winslow”

[its-vannah]

Picking Up The Pieces - Sirius Black x Reader

A/N: I'd highly recommend listening to SYML's "Where's My Love" while reading this. It's what I listened to when writing it and it fits the story perfectly <3

Word Count: 1,398

Warnings: Drunk Sirius, crying, mentions of death, angst

Within seconds of opening the door, Sirius was stumbling into your apartment, his vision blurred and his head pounding. The taste of alcohol was still on his tongue, and a bottle was being held by the lid in his left hand. He had gotten drunk again- for the third time this week. It was Wednesday.

Looking up from your spot on the couch, nestled under piles of blankets, a frown spread across your lips. Setting your book face down beside you, you rose from your seat, making your way towards him.

Placing your hands on your chest to steady him, you sighed, "Again, Sirius?"

Your fingers grazed his forehead, where blood trickled down from a small but deep cut on his temple. Brushing his hair out of his face, you ushered him over to the sofa, laying him down across the red velvet cussions, "Come on, work with me, Sirius."

"Stay here, alright? I'm going to clean up that cut of yours," You said, patting his thigh as you walked into the kitchen.

Grabbing a rag from the drawer, you ran it under hot water, grabbing the first aid kit you kept under the sink. Moving over to the fridge, you took out the water pitcher, filling an empty glass up with it.

Balancing the rag on your arm, the first aid kit in your left hand, and gripping the glass of water in your right, you made your way back over to Sirius, sitting on the edge of the sofa by his hip to examine his cut.

"You're lucky I work at Mungo's," You said, popping the lid of the first aid kit open, digging through it for cotton balls and antispetic, "This one's going to need stitches."

He groaned, his eyes fluttering shut as you poured the antiseptic onto a cotton ball.

"Lay back, this one's going to sting," You warned, pressing him further down onto the couch as you ran a wet rag over the cut, then began disinfecting the wound, "So, tell me, how'd you manage to get this one? Get yourself into another fight? Break another glass?"

"Long story," He winced, "Real long."

You scoffed, pressing the cotton ball into the cut, "I'm sure."

He let out a small cry, "Merlin's beard, Y/N! Could you be a bit more gentle with it?"

"Maybe if you stopped going out and getting wasted every night, I could be." You hissed, wiping the cut with the rag again. The bleeding had stopped, but it still needed to be sewn up. If he was irritated with you when you difinfected it, merlin knows what he'd do once you began the stitches.

Taking out a sterlized needle, you pulled thred through the eye of it, preparing to pull it through his skin.

Sirius's eyes widened, "Can't you just use your wand? Do we really need to go in with that?"

"No, I can't. This one's too deep for episkey and not big enough for Vulnera Sanentur…" You trailed off, sliding the needle through the wound, "I could've used a healing charm, sure, but I wanted to get the bleeding under control as soon as possible."

He groaned, his hand flying up to grab your wrist, "Please just use your wand."

"Too late," You said, prying his hand from your wrist, "Sit back and stop whining, Sirius. You're an adult, for Merlin's sake."

Once you finished the stitches, you looked back down at Sirius. You were currently holding his hands down with your knees, nearly straddling him in an attempt to get him to stop trying to fight you. But you knew better than to put yourself in that position where he was concerned.

"It's over," You said, tying off the thread, "Happy now?"

"Thrilled," He groaned, taking the water from the side table, gulping it down, "Absolutely thrilled."

Sirius's eyes wandered over you as you packed the first aid kit away, "You're beautiful."

You ignored his sentiment, "Keep the area as clean as possible for the next few days and it shouldn't risk getting infected. I'll give you a healing potion if it still hurts in the morning."

"I think I love you." He said, a dreamy smile on his face.

"Will you still love me when I tell you that I could've used episkey perfectly fine to fix your wound?" You asked, quirking a brow.

His eyes widened, "You what? Bloody hell, Y/N, those stiches hurt!"

"You needed a consequence, Sirius. Going out every night and being able to erase your pain in an instant won't work when you get into real trouble. You need to be more careful!" You exclaimed, "Muggles use stitches to sew up wounds to stop bleeding and infection. We rarely use it at Mungo's, but we all know how to do it. So you should be bloody glad that I care about you enough to do it for you."

"But you didn't have to!" He hissed.

You stood up briskly, "I did it for you, Sirius. So that when you woke up in the morning, and you looked in the mirror, because I know you do, you'd remember what you did the night before. And maybe, just maybe, you'd stop and think about doing it again."

Stomping into the kitchen, you haphazardly tossed the first aid kit into the cabinet under the sink, tossed the worn rag in the garbage, and placed the empty water glass in the sink.

Standing in front of the sink, your hands placed on the countertop, you felt tears stinging your eyes. Sirius rose slowly from the couch, staggering over to you. Within seconds, he was behind you, his hands were at your hips, his chin resting on your shoulder.

"Sirius…" You trailed off, bowing your head.

"I still love you," He said softly, "I always have."

"You can't," You said, tears sliding down your cheeks, "Your family…"

He scoffed, "Screw my family. Bunch of pureblood pricks, they are."

"Pureblood pricks who would show no hesitation in going after a "mudblood" like me."

He pressed a kiss to your shoulder, "Don't call yourself that. Please."

"That's what I am, aren't I? That's what they said I am," You frowned, suddenly noticing the trail of kisses he was leaving on your shoulder, slowly making his way up your neck, "Sirius…"

You turned around to face him, effecively stopping him from going any further, "We can't."

"You said you loved me. Last night."

Swallowing the bile rising in your throat, you shook your head, "You were drunk, you must not remember properly."

"I remember it just fine."

"Sirius, please!" You exclaimed, "Forget about it, please."

"It'd be hard to forget that. Hard to forget you."

"Alright, fine, I love you. Happy?" You asked, choking down the sobs that racked through you, "I'm not going to put you in the position of being targeted by your family. And I hope you'd do the same for me."

He shook his head, "I'd protect you, Y/N. With everything I have in me."

"You're not always going to be here to protect me, Sirius."

"I am."

"No, you're not."

"I am." He insisted.

"No! You're not, Sirius!" You shouted, "Because you're never here! You're either after Death Eaters or getting wasted at the pub. You're never here, Sirius! And when you are, I have to clean up the messes you've made!"

He went silent as you cried, pulling you into his chest.

In the past month alone, dozens of wizards and witches you knew had been in and out of St. Mungo's. Injured, dying, or dead. You had seem enough death for a lifetime. You could hardly take it anymore. You couldn't let Sirius be next.

"I'm so tired." You said, your voice cracking as your cries continued.

Sirius rubbed circles into your back, his other hand stroking your hair, "I know… I know… It's okay…"

"I'm so tired…" Your voice faltered as your knees gave out beneath you.

Before you knew it, you were being cradled in Sirius's arms, in a heap on the floor, crying into his worn jacket. Because you were tired. Tired of losing the people you loved most. But you wouldn't lose Sirius. You couldn't lose Sirius.

"I'll stop," Sirius said into your hair, "I won't go to the pub anymore. I'm not going anywhere."

You nodded, clinging to his shirt.

It was October 30th.

[leesielex]

Hiii Bunny! If you're still taking prompts I have a couple

Fluffy - “You know I have a soft spot for your stupid puppy dog eyes,”

Smutty - “Take off your shirt.”

Your pick 🤭. Thaaank you! 😘

I feel like this is a little morbid too. Not sure what is up with that for me lately. lol. But it also has a Happy Ending. Jon and Dany will always have happy endings in my opinion.

“You know I have a soft spot for your stupid puppy dog eyes?”

Jon pulled into the grocery store parking lot and drove until he found a spot. It was crowded during the holiday weekend, the independence day celebration was only a couple of days away. Nothing said, “Happy Banishment of the Others” like blowing shit up with a crap ton of fireworks and getting wasted on cheap beer and fruity festive blue cocktails.

The responsible and socially aware part of him loathed the added pollution to the environment and the degredation of such a historical event to drunken parties, but it was tradition and he felt obligated to celebrate. He knew Dany felt the same way as she rolled her eyes at the excessive displays of blue-colored everything, made into ice shapes. He met her eyes when they passed a man in full Night King costume and they had to duck into the next aisle before they burst into laughter.

They quickly filled their cart with steaks, hamburgers, and hot dogs, as well as all the fixin’s for acceptable sides. It was difficult to find everything they needed as the shelves had been nearly picked clean already but they made do. After waiting in a ridiculous line with half the cash registers not even opened, they were loading up the cart and headed to the Stark Estate.

Robb, Arya, and Bran had traveled to the fireworks store and stocked up on every type of colorful and loud explosive they could find. The Starks had a lot of land on their property making it the perfect place to have their own fireworks show. Jon and Dany had volunteered to buy the food.

Jon would help his Uncle Ned man the grill while Dany would help Aunt Cat and Sansa in the kitchen making the sides and desserts. As he turned on the main road in town, he cursed at the traffic. When they finally broke free of it, he sped away, his foot on the gas.

Dany grabbed his hand. “Slow down, cops are everywhere,” she warned, her head nodding to the sheriff's vehicle hidden up ahead. 

“Thanks,” Jon replied, turning his palm up to thred their fingers together and gave her hand a grateful squeeze. He took his foot off the pedal and let the car cruise to a more reasonable speed. 

He turned left and heard Dany scream before he heard the tires squeal of the car in front of him and then the unmistakable thump of hitting something. The car screeched to a stop, Jon stopping behind it. To their horror, the car then sped away, leaving the thing they hit in the middle of the road. 

Dany had tears in her eyes as she slowly opened the door to check what lay there. Jon sat stunned but hurried after her when the car door closing shook him out of his shock. When he reached her side, she was crouched down, examining the scene. 

His heart ached as he saw a ball of white fur, blood, and dirt showing the animal’s injuries. “Poor baby,” Dany cooed at the large dog, it’s chest still rising as it breathed, thankfully. He looked down, hearing the whines of pain, as red eyes met his. “Jon, what do we do?” Her voice cracked as she spoke, his chest clenching in reaction.

He reached into his back pocket and dialed the phone number of the local police station. When he ended the call he reached down and scooped up the dog as gently as he could, bringing him to the car and trying his best not to jostle it as he walked. Dany ran ahead and opened the door for him, hopping in the back to keep the dog calm and provide comfort. Then he booked it to the nearest animal hospital, careful of any bump or turn. 

Waiting on the cops to arrive at a scene the perpetrator already left seemed ill-advised as the dog may have died. During a holiday weekend, who knew how long they would have to wait, so he let them know what had happened and they could meet them at the animal hospital or he would go to the station afterward. Dany called Robb on the way so he could come pick up the groceries in the trunk before they spoiled.

They ran to the front desk begging for help, a receptionist standing and coming around the partition to lead them into a back room. Jon laid the animal down on the metal table, as soon as he did Dany was there, stroking the white fur ever so gently and whispering encouraging and soothing words. Bless her sweet heart, he thought as he watched her.

She noticed a collar around the dog’s neck with a nametag, “Ghost”, it read. “What a perfect name for such a beautiful puppers. You’re a good boy, Ghost. Yes, you are,” Dany told him.

The vet walked in then, a family friend named Davos. The Starks had a lot of animals, including horses and dogs of their own, so they were very familiar with him and trusted him implicitly. He greeted them kindly and examined Ghost. 

“We will need to get x-rays. It looks like Ghost has a broken leg, but we need to be sure he doesn’t have any more serious injuries. I will need to ask you to wait outside, but we will come and get you when we know more,” Davos told them, the assistant walking them back to the waiting room as they readied a syringe to give to Ghost so he wouldn't move and cause further injury and ease his suffering.

As they waited, Robb grabbed the groceries, and an officer showed up to take their statement. Dany was able to remember a couple letters and numbers from the license plate and Jon knew the make and model. The officer, Edd Tollett, gave them his card and promised to contact them if he found anything.

An hour later the assistant was calling them and they followed her into the room. Ghost was laying on the table with a cone around his head and a cast around his front leg. They had cleaned him up and he required a few stitches, but overall Davos said he was lucky. There didn’t seem to be any internal bleeding and he was expected to make a full recovery. 

They asked Davos to check for a microchip, but he was unable to locate one. The dog tag only had his name and the vet had no records of Ghost visiting before. They were given the option of taking him home, while they tried to find Ghost’s owners, or calling the local animal shelter or rescue. 

Davos left them alone a moment to discuss it. When the door clicked closed he turned around to find Dany looking up at him, her wide violet eyes pleading as her lower lip jutted out in a pout.

“Dany…”

“Please, Jon. We can’t let Ghost go to the shelter. He is injured and they may put him down. His injuries are expensive and they are more likely to euthanize him than pay for his recovery," she begged.

He ran his hands through his dark curls. They hadn’t discussed getting a pet before and he wasn’t sure they could handle the extra burden with their busy work schedules. But when Dany looked at him like that it was impossible to refuse her. He stepped up to Ghost and felt a wet scratchy tongue lick his hand. 

Jon sighed. “You know I have a soft spot for your stupid puppy dog eyes.” He wasn’t sure if he spoke to Dany or the damn dog, as it’s red eyes found his. 

She squealed and lept into his arms. “Thank you! Thank you,” she screamed in his ear. 

Jon flinched at her happy squeal, then wrapped his arms around her and held her tight, chuckling and smiling at her excited reaction. “You still have to try to find his owner. Some kid may be crying for their lost pet.”

“I know. I promise. And if no one comes to claim him, then we can keep him.” Her smirk was conspiratory as she scratched Ghost behind his ears. 

He rolled his eyes and went to pick up Ghost to carry him to the car. Dany stopped at the lobby to pay the bill and Davos handed them a packet of instructions and some pain medications. They took Ghost with them to the Starks, where they would already have any supplies they would need until they could get to the store and buy some.

After the celebration they took him home and posted on all their social media accounts, the pictures looking pitiful with the poor dog miserable in the annoying cone around his neck. Weeks went by without finding the owner, only tons of responses of how adorable and offering to adopt. The longer time went by, the more Jon fell in love with the mutt, though he would never admit it to Dany, her smug satisfy smile grating his nerves every time she caught the two together.

He grumbled as the dog curled up with him on the couch, Dany smirking knowingly at him. He pretended to be annoyed, but she knew he loved Ghost as much as Dany did despite his mummer's farce. He had to hand it to his beautiful wife, she did put all her efforts into finding Ghost's owners, even posting flyers in local shops and restaurants.

The police called a few weeks later, letting them know the suspect had been caught. Joffrey Baratheon was charged, but his parents hired some expensive lawyer and he got off with a slap on the wrist. Dany was livid ranting about the corrupt system. Jon couldn't say he didn't agree with her, but it was sadly a part of life.

After six months, and no owner stepping forward, they went down to the city building and registered Ghost, getting him a dog license and making him officially a part of their family. They took him to Davos to be microchipped and they bought him a new red collar to and added his dog license to his name tag. As they sat down, Dany handed him a small box with a ribbon on top.

"What's this for? It's not my birthday or Christmas?" He panicked for a moment thinking he may have forgotten an anniversary but that wasn't possible since their anniversary was still a few months away.

"Just open it," she insisted, bouncing with excitement.

When he opened it, a picture of them and Ghost lay in it. He picked it up about to thank her when he noticed a strange picture beneath it. It was a thin piece of paper, smooth and black and white. It seemed a jumble at first glance but then the picture became clearer.

"Dany... does this mean?" His eyes became glassy though a hopeful smile graced his lips.

"Yes, our family of three is about to grow by one more again."

He pounced on her, kissing her face and her lips, overjoyed at the news.

"Looks like you are going to have another set of puppy dog eyes you can't resist to look forward to soon enough," she joked, her hands going to her stomach instinctively.

He placed his own on top of hers where their child now grew. Ghost trotted over to join them, nudging his wet nose against their hands as if he knew his little brother or sister was there.

"I can't wait," he whispered, knowing their child would likely have him wrapped around their little finger from the moment they were born.

[countrymusiclover]

6 - Finally Mrs. Perry

His Other Admirer

Tags @abaker74 @mythicalpansexual

Brushing my hands down the front of my wedding dress I take a breath. Jake and I decided that we didn't care about how the wedding was set up like everyone else was. We just wanted to become husband and wife, it's that simple. My dress has lace going down the train and it's short sleeve. I am wearing cowgirl boots underneath finding them more fitting then some pinchy heels or flats. My hair is slightly curled just letting it fall loosely down my back. The door opened and Melanie smiled tugging me outside where we both looped our arms with our fathers heading down the ille. Some people get nervous butterflies in their stomach on their wedding day but I don't. My eyes stay train forward at awe to see Jake wearing a tux grinning towards me.

Melanie's father gives her a kiss on the cheek handing her to Andrew who looks good in a tux too. My father squeezes my hand kissing me on the forehead and placing my hand in Jake's. My mother sits down beside him almost bawling with happiness. "We are gathered here today to join not only one couple but two. In the bond that is marriage." The minister spoke turning to Melanie and Andrew and they both immediately said yes and shared their first kiss as husband and wife. He turned to Jake and I seeing us grinning bigger than I ever thought imagined. "So do you Jake Perry take Y/n L/n to be your wife?" Jake squeezes my hands in his. "I do." Next it's my turn to answer. "Do you Y/n L/n take Jake Perry to be your husband?" I chuckled answering quickly. "I do." Then without a warming Jake cups my face in his hands crashing his lips softly onto mine hearing everyone cheering in the background. Wrapping my arms around his neck I thred my fingers through his hair knotting it a little bit until we needed air.

The reception is held at the bar where it's probably been the busiest ever in years. Melanie and I twirl the other arm still wearing our wedding dresses causing everyone else to come party on the dance floor. I felt someone tug my forearm twirling me into a comfortable chest until I spin around staring up at Jake Perry, my husband now. "I've gotta say you haven't looked more beautiful in this moment, Y/n." He grinned resting his hands on my waist until I poke his chest playfully. "That's Mrs. Perry to you...but thank you. You don't look bad in a tux either cowboy." He throws his head back chuckling as we started having our first dance together. "Gosh woman. You're gonna drive me wild tonight. So much that I want to kiss you all night." Resting my forehead onto his I smirked holding a finger to my lips tugging him outside the backdoor and to his truck.

"Allow me, darlin'." Jake suddenly picked me up from the passangers seat carrying me over the threshold into his house. Removing my arms from around his neck I smiled sitting my feet on the ground. "So what would you like to do, Y/n Perry?" He asked in hum wrapping his arms around my waist pulling me in close. Resting my hands on his chest I teased with a smirk that he mirrors. "Kiss you anytime I want, Jake." He leans down closing the gap kissing me slowly until my hands tangled in his hair like they did earlier. I jump up wrapping my legs around his waist where we ended up on his bed never breaking the kiss until then. "I love you, Y/n. Forever and always..." He mumbled in between kisses removing his shirt smiling above me. Wrapping my arms around his neck I pull him back down to me whispering back while he slowly untried the back of my dress. "I love you too, Jake. Always have and always will."

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[strawbcrrywine]

And if the Thames that ran beside them, sure and silver in the afternoon light, recalled a night long ago when the moon shone as bright as a shilling on this same boy and girl, and if the stones of Blackfriars recalled the thred of their feet and thought to themselves: at last, the wheel comes full circle, they kept their silence.

THE INFERNAL DEVICES - 1979 AU

[heartsmadeofbooks]

Sing to me Instead [8/17]

Words: 3,853 Genre: Romance/Drama Rated: M Character: Kurt H., Blaine A. Summary: When Sam and Mercedes decide to move in together, their roommates have to sort out other living arrangements. Blaine and Kurt click together right from the start - will this be the beginning of a new friendship? Or will they find so much more than they ever thought they would? 

Sunlight filtered through the window, clear and bright, and fell right onto the bed. Kurt woke up slowly and immediately squinted at the glare of the light, wishing he had remembered to close the curtains the previous night.

There was a heavy weight against his left side, draped over him like a really, really solid blanket. Blaine had moved even closer during the night, and somehow their legs had become intertwined. His face was still buried in Kurt's neck, as it had been the previous night when they fell asleep, and Kurt was effectively pinned to the bed. Moving was not an option.

It had been a long time since he had woken up next to someone – a man, really. He had enough sleepovers with his girls, but it wasn't the same. It wasn't the same to wake up with Rachel's soft hair stuck to his nose or Santana's long legs thred through his own. There was something about waking up next to a man that truly reinforced that Kurt was wholy and truly gay. It was something about the scent of a man's skin, the slight roughness of chest or leg hair, the heaviness of the muscles, the hands...

And Blaine was no exception. He smelled amazing and he fit to his side like he had been made for it.

Kurt wished he could wake up like this every day.

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[a-wanderin-whirlybird]

Been working on this Fic since before the holidays! Invader Zim Ocs the lot of them.

Kiz and Kii belong to @messinwitheddie

Ophelia and Thred belong to @sketchydesertghost

Food For Thought

The Smeeterys of Irk churned away below the surface of the planet and the Mother Control Brain, Tallest Kii, turned an idea over in her mind. 

It was a rare day. The smog had been brushed aside by some combination of Wind and luck and the Night sky was clear above the land. It would remain so for a long time, according to her calculations. The Smeets and Smeetery workers did not know. But Kii saw and remembered a specific day, if only vaguely. A part of her, still clinging to the long gone past, wondered if she should let them see such a rare sight… like She had when Ophelia and Delta were around.

Thousands of years ago, In Hive Cadaver:

Fifi dodged the bustling drones with ease as she picked her way to Imperial Frylord Glip's special Kitchen. Her Brother was deeper in the Hive checking on a few loose ends for the upcoming ceremony and celebration. For when the Sun finally set, and the Irken Day truly began, the Hive would be hosting their 2 Allies in a celebration of their alliance. It was a Huge deal to Hive Cadaver, who often sat alone in the midst of any conflict.

Delta wanted to show as much Hospitality as possible. His infatuation, turned full on Love, for Kii drove him forward but Fifi also knew he greatly appreciated Tallest Ophelia as well. He wanted to Impress and give his 2 allies, his two Friends, a good time. A light flashed through Fifi's eyes, her scowl lightening slightly. 

She knew and feared when Delta was Measured, that he would be alone at the top. He was a social Irken by nature, and craved Equal footing with those around him. His position as a Priest Helped some, getting him closer to the Council of Priests, but they still only saw him as Tallest, not Delta. Fifi tried to provide company, but she knew she couldn't fill the space by herself. 

So when Kii first came into the picture Fifi knew Delta was craving that equal regard. And she Feared Kii would never give it to him, let alone acknowledge any of his strong suits. But Kii proved her wrong, and she thanked The Weaver everyday for that. Kii, while Harsh like Fifi, did not see Delta as below her. She didnt Worship him either thank Irk. She was sharp and serious and above all Caring, even if she buried it under all those quips. 

Then Ophelia joined the cause. Though cryptic at times, as an Oracle was want to be, she was open and kind like Fifi's brother. Delta had found his Swarm, as the older Priests and officers said, happily over Cyder after shift. And Fifi was Glad for it. So of course she would Guarantee this Celebration went off without a hitch.

She would triple check every aspect of the Alliance ceremony herself. Roles Be DAMNED, her brother was going to enjoy himself. Her Friend Kii would get a chance to relax and so would Kiz. 

And if Thred showed up Fifi wouldn't complain. The two drones had met briefly after Alliance negotiations with Ophelia a few weeks back. Thred had not been phased by Fifi's harsh and scowling moods, had even Called her a Blessing from the Weaver when they met! Fifi wondered if her Brother felt like this when Kii payed him compliments. Light and floating…

"Priestess! What bring ya round these parts?" Imperial Frylord Glip boomed as Fifi entered her kitchen. The Sharp Spicy smell of the Yulinip fruit fermented in a special cider mix filled the room as the Massive Round Frylord spooned large globs of Deadman's paste into a large bowl. 

Glip was a Fat and tall lady, though she preferred the title Frylord. She had the softest and kindest smile with a slow drawl in her voice. She was always warm and comforting. Fifi did not mind being around her. 

Glip was a rare beauty even in their Hive. Jet black skin shone with iridescent colors like rainbows on spilt oil. Sparkling gold Chitin covered her body like Stars. Well fed, strong, and most of all, warm, Lady Glip had many suitors in Hive Cadaver. But she was only interested in her cooking and fermentation. Fifi respected that, Glip knew who she was, and loved herself fully.

It was funny, Fifi thought, Glip had gotten her Position shortly before Delta hit his growth spurt. Glip had been a young Frylord in the kitchens when Late Tallest Fiddle had found her experimenting with a better fermentation liquid for the all Important Deadman's Paste. The Paste was incredibly spicy but needed a massive punch of flavor. Fifi remembered the one time she and Delta tried the Hot Pot Deadman's Paste was used for as Smeets. It had been Hot sure. Very hot, but that was It. No flavor, just heat. Tallest Fiddle had been severely disappointed. 

Then Glip had gotten it into her head to Fix it without the former Imperial Frylord finding out. She stole the ingredients and the guarded Recipe for the paste and worked and worked for Years. Until Fiddle found her and tried the experimental paste. Fiddle had fired the old Imperial Frylord then and there and Promoted the Young Glip for her care and obsession with true flavor. Ever since no one complained about any food that came from the Mess halls. Glip insisted on strict quality control, but also welcomed changes and improvements so long as they passed Quality testing. 

Fifi, no All of the Hive knew there was no Frylord better. 

"I am simply making my usual rounds Frylord." Fifi said and Glip smiled widely. 

"Well Ma'am ah know ya don't enjoy as much heat as yer brother but Ah got some new pies ya might like. The new Apprentice down in the fifth Crypt Mess had been experimenting and found a great new fillin!" Glip bragged about the apprentices a lot. They were her legacy, she said. And Fifi believed it. 

"I would not begrudge a taste. You and the apprentices only allow the finest into the hands of the Hive." Fifi said plainly. Glip laughed and blushed a bright Violet. 

"Aw Shucks Fifi, that's Mighty Kind of ya! We just want good food for yall, nothing more!" Glip said, grabbing a small Steaming pie from the counter. It was made of Hot Nitro Crust pastry, giving it a silvery sheen and a short texture. It was in the shape of a pair of wings, a symbol of good fortune in Hive Cadaver, and smelled of tangy, and sharp veggies. Fifi could pick out the faintest whiff of Gurlic Meal, a rare delicacy in the Hive made from dried and ground Gurlic worms. 

Fifi Idly wondered if Delta had harvested his colony of Gurlics too soon in an attempt to impress. But Glip seemed to know the answer.

"Ah had saved some Gurlic meal from tha Last batch Tallest Delta had made. When the apprentice came asking about it ah gave him a little to experiment with. It adds a great flavor profile to tha mellow Siggurain Root Pulp and tha Black Heel Fungus. Should be Nutty and tangy with ah fresh aftertaste of Citrus!" Glip explained as Fifi tasted.

It was exactly as Glip said. A smooth puree of Siggurain root gave the entire pie a silky texture and a nice clear citrus aftertaste on top of its mellow flavor, with chewy Rich Black Heel fungus adding Tang to the entire pie. The Gurlic Meal shot through with a crumbly texture in the crust and the nutty flavor the Hive adored.

"Perfect once again, Frylord. I'll pass it along to Delta. That Apprentice can expect a reward or even a promotion after the celebration." Glip's smile widened.

"Ah'll let him know! Ah was thinkin of taking him as mah own Apprentice if-"

"Granted." Fifi cut through, Glip smiled broadly.

"Thank yah Kindly. Then Ah'm gonna collect him for the rest of the prep. Oregano deserves to help make the Ignis Splooch." Glip said bouncing over to the nearest radio and calling the lower levels. Fifi waited until the Apprentice, Oregano arrived, and officiated the official change in mentors before ducking out with a small plate of spicy treats for her brother.

Walking down passed the Ani-Chambers, filled with Priesthood Apprentices clearing away weaving projects to make room, and passed the Farm crypts, Fifi belined for a specific set of doors.

They were deep under the Hive, ancient and sealed with massive stone carved doors. Made by the Founding Priests and Tallest of Hive Cadaver. Inside was the Crypt Farm run by the Tallest of the Hive. Every Tallest got to grow or raise what they pleased within its doors. No one remembered who was buried there. But it was whispered that it was the founders themselves. The chamber was supposed to be for Tallests only.

But since when did Fifi ever care about such things?

Fifi nudged the door open, careful to make sure nothing escaped the door as she stepped in and closed it. The chamber was lit by glowing Bugs sliding along the walls and ceiling, clinging to the long eroded stone sarcophagus' filling the walls. Faded etchings telling the true story of the Hives Founding filled the empty space between. 

And at the far end of the room Fifi's beloved Brother crouched over a sea of tiny worm Mounds, carefully picking any Molds or parasites away and whispering soft trills to the colony of Gurlics. 

Fifi quietly approached him, gently tapping on his shoulder. He didn't startle, his movements were very slow and deliberate whenever he worked with his Gurlic Colony. They were very delicate worms and the slightest change could kill the entire colony. Delta was a perfectionist at heart and poured all of those impulses into raising his colony for the kitchens. 

Delta smiled softly. "Food for me sister?" 

His voice was soft and gentle, barely a whisper on the wind. And Fifi nodded, matching her voice to his.

"Yes. You have not left for days Del. I know you worry but I can guarantee nothing is amiss." Fifi rarely spoke softly or kindly. The only times anyone heard such a voice was when she comforted her brother. And no one else was ever present for such moments. She ensured it. 

Her Brother was soft and kind and wonderful. She was glad the Hive accepted it at least on the surface. But Delta never fully showed how deeply his kindness and his softness went. He was an Irken with delicate sensibilities and a Splooch too big and open for their people. To Big and Kind for war. 

Fifi knew, despite being glad to have known and met Kii and Ophelia, he feared his true soft nature would push them off. How after a funeral he cried,  how he shut down when faced with the aftermath of battle. He had to work himself up to fight. He always had to. So when he got scared he came to his Gurlics. Raising them required softness, kindness, and the overwhelming need to make things comfortable and nice. No loud noise. No shouting or bustling. Just slow movements, a soft voice, and a gentle hand. 

He was energetic yes, but that was never something that stopped his softness. 

Fifi loved his soft Splooch. Loved his kind voice. His Gentle hand and his ever burning desire to ensure everyone was safe and happy no matter what. 

So Fifi was hard and sharp for both of them. She ordered she demanded, she yelled, and she Snapped. No one. Ever. Would step on her brother. She always was from the moment they opened their eyes and he Cried at how bright everything was. She kicked and yelled and pushed the other smeets and adults away to keep them from scolding him. 

Always.

"I know, I'm sorry Fi." He whispered taking a pie and breaking off a bit of crust for the squirming Gurlics. The glowing worms happily took the crust and glowed even brighter as Delta finally took a small bite. 

He was to worried to be hungry. But he still ate with Fifi there. So she stayed with him in silence. Sitting besides him on the floor of the sacred crypt, she leaned her head against his tense shoulders. Her touch and the slow consumption of food relaxed him greatly. After several hours of silent munching and sitting Delta spoke.

"Glip did not make this recipe."

"No, her now Apprentice did. Oregano wanted to experiment and made this, Glip wanted to offer him the Position so I oversaw the transfer."

"Good. Oregano deserves it. He is one of Folla's swarm yes? Folla stuck so close to the few smeets Twilight had. Only 3…" Tears welled up in Delta's eyes, he always got tears when Talking about Folla and Twilight. The two had been a Hive wide phenomena, dancing around one another for years before finally becoming Life partners. Then Once everyone had celebrated, they decided to have a swarm. It was a horrible pregnancy. Twilight had died mid delivery of their tiny swarm of 3 smeets. Oregano was the eldest with Soot in the middle and Sparks being the youngest. They had to cut Sparks out of Twilight's dead body. It had been Delta's second fertility festival and the most gruesome ever. He had openly cried when he held the dagger. Folla had not said a thing. Neither had the other mothers in labor. But Fifi had stomped out any rumors the Guard tried to spread herself. 

A little murder helped but Fifi never shared this info. Fifi gently stroked Delta's antenna as he cried gently into his robes. It took a bit before Delta cleared his eyes. 

"His mother is smiling upon him Del. And Folla was called as were his brother and sister. Let the tears out." Fifi soothed. Delta merely sniffed and shook his head. 

"Not now. I need to focus and not get emotional." Delta said firmly, more trying to convince himself, than Fifi. It meant he was past the worst of the fear and sadness. Fifi smiled softly and a bit awkwardly. 

"Ok. Then let's head up. Glip and her new Apprentice are prepping the Hot Pots." Fifi said softly as the siblings rose to their feet. The Gurlics scuttled away into their Burrows as they dislodged themselves from Delta's robes. Delta Giggled lightly as the little bugs rolled softly to the ground, clicking faintly as they went. Fifi smiled as they walked away, closing the door behind them.

It would all be ok.

Kii and Kiz were the first to the Hive's gates. Kiz found the entrance to Hive Cadaver a little off putting. It was an ancient structure built in honor of their Founder's measuring. Intricate and detailed depictions of deaths and Lives were carved into crude wrought iron gates as dramatic swoops and swirls formed the hinges. It was too much for Kiz's taste. 

Oh But her Pie Slice loved it deeply! She always got that old twinkle in her eye when she saw it. Kii had long adored such things, found them elegant. Kii stopped showing her awe when she was measured. Kiz missed it. To see Kii, even briefly, show her awe and wonder on her sleeve made Kiz so happy. 

The gates creaked open, as unIrkly sound as it was Haunting. Like a Gothic opera. Kii quickly schooled her features and straighted as the familiar form of Tallest Delta and High War Priestess Fifi broke through. Fifi was scowling as usual, her eyes lighting up with mischief as her friends came into view. Tallest Delta was standing Tall besides his sister, eyes bright and eager as a warm smile dance across his face. 

Both wore the traditional robes for this ceremonial feast. Light flowing robes made of so fine a silk that they tended to float with any movement, yet thick enough to obscure the body. A Layer of iridescent Gossamer shone above the silks. Long bell shaped sleeves floated along behind them like clouds. 

Kiz and Kii both appreciated Hive Cadaver's intricate and deeply cherished traditions. The Robes were always a delight to see (Though neither wished to ever see the Robes Delta wore to give Smeets their rites after a miscarriage. They had seen it five times now.) And the Hive proudly wore them all. 

Kiz caught a look in Kiis face, one she still had yet to decipher. It seemed almost wistful. 

"Tallest Kii! Lady Kiz! It is a pleasure to see you both, as always!" Delta greeted, arms swept out in a grand gesture. It earned a chuckle from the drones as Delta often did. He was silly and didn't hide it! Kiz found that very very refreshing.

The Laughing Tallest, Kiz had heard some of the Dronws calling Delta that. Kiz had informed Kii of the Nickname and had been delighted when Her pie slice had immediately decided to tease Delta about it. Kiz was overjoyed with how much Kii opened up once more when Delta, Fifi and now Ophelia were involved. Kiz missed her little firey Pie slice.

"Tallest Delta, Lady Fifi, a Joy as always." Kii greeted, a small smile tugging at her lips. Delta lit up and smiled wider 

"Come come! Glip has the feasts prepared and Ophelia should be arriving soon!" Delta ushered the visitors in with a dramatic bow, earning more chuckles from the drones. Kii could not stop the small smile from spreading as Delta kept up the theatrics. 

The main banquet hall of Hive Cadaver was as dramatic and elegant as the gates. Filled with nooks and crannies for hidden lounging and massive, ancient cooking fires. Food stations lined the center on the hall and two huge Stoneware pots bubbled at the end of the hall. Glip and Oregano were flitting between the hot pots, adding massive platters filled with raw ingredients to the boiling broths. The distinct, eye watering scent of Deadman's paste filled the room, mingling with the scents if pies, salt and sugar. Kii's drones joined the bustling Kitchen staff, adding their collections of salty snacks to the tables and offering platters of local ingredients for the Hot Pots. 

Many were excited as Ophelia had promised to bring real Meat. Her Hive still had functional farm lands and livestock and Hive Cadaver did not. Many were excited to try it. 

Kiz watched as Delta chatted with Kii, the two gliding away towards the lounge spaces built specifically for special guests. Kiz and Fifi had a spot there as well but the two had opted to hang back.

"Im getting impatient Kiz." Fifi said earnestly. Or as earnestly as Fifi could be without sounding angry. Kiz sighed.

"Dont push them. It will only upset them, Smeetie." Kiz lightly scolded as Fifi rolled her eyes. 

"Neither are going to budge! Kii is too stubborn and oblivious and Delta is too polite to try and say anything!" Fifi bemoaned. Kiz chuckled.

"They will figure it out Fifi. I know they will, but we must let them." Kiz said wisely. Anyone with working brains could tell both Delta and Kii had feelings for eachother. But both were too dumb to see it. Kiz knew where Fifi was coming from. She had to watch her brother danced around his own feelings for Kii out of fear of hurting her. And Kiz had to watch Kii swallow any emotion that made her seem weak. But Kiz was positive Kii would realize her feelings soon. Since aligning with Delta. Kii was returning to her old self more and more. It make Kiz happy.

Next to her Kiz watched Firi tense then suddenly relax. A goofy twinkle filled her eyes. Kiz followed where Fifi was looking, catching sight of Tallest Ophelia and her entourage entering the hall. Fifi watched a very specific Irken as she fluttered into the Hall. A pale skinned female with elegant wings and 4 arms, chubby and smiling with her whole face. 

Kiz had met the Irken before, Ophelia's Imperial Seamstress Thred. Kiz could not help the giggle that escaped.

"It seems romance runs in the blood my dear." Kiz teased as Fifi blushed furiously, frowning deeply. 

"At least I did something about it!" Fifi muttered back, her usual fire fading to embarrassment. Kiz gently pat Fifi's arm as Thred caught sight of the two and began to approach. 

"I never said you didn't dear. I'm happy for you." Kiz said. 

"Lady Fifi!" Theed called, swooping in and landing besides Fifi with a massive smile. 

"Hello Thred." Fifi said, her usual harsh tones oh so slightly softened. Thred smiled widely. 

"Its been a while, I missed you darling!" Thred said, and Kiz took that as her sign to leave.

Waving the two good bye Kiz went after Ophelia to Kii and Delta as Thred and Fifi stole away to catch up. 

Delta couldn't stop smiling as he caught Fifi and her love sneaking away. 

"Whats so funny?" Kii asked, following his gaze and gasping. "When did that happen? How did that happen?!" 

Delta laughed. Kii and Fifi had a solid friendship built on mutual attitudes and humor. They loved to tease eachother, it was how they showed their care.

"During a meeting with Ophelia. We had a break and were discussing common genetics in our hives. Ophelia introduced Thred and I couldn't resist bringing Fifi in to meet her. Thred seems to enjoy Fifi's natural grumpiness and blunt nature. And Fifi will never say it, but she finds Thred sweet and even said she could listen to her talk about weaving and tailoring for hours!" Delta chipped proudly. Kii snorted.

"I am glad for her, though I wonder how anyone could stand Fifi's nature." Kii teased. "You have the patience of the sun, i can only imagine Thred has the same!"

"Thred is very patient indeed. But I found she favors honesty and curiosity above all else." Ophelia said as she joined the other two tallests in the lounge. Kiz sat near Kii as Ophelia sat down with them. "Most cannot match Delta for patience I find."

"Oh please, I'm not that patient!" Delta insisted, unsure on how to take all the compliments.

"You are." Kii said plainly. 

"Yes You are." Ophelia added, Delta pouted.

"My Tallests! The Food is ready." Oregano said, the young Frylord apprentice had popped up before them with bowls for the Ignis Splooch Hot Pot. "Ah and Frylord Glip asked that I inform you, one of the Pots is a non spicy version we have been working on since the last event. We know some of the drones do not handle the heat well."

Oregano was trying to be careful in noting it was actually because Delta noticed Kii barely ate any last time. But it was a bit obvious to Kiz and Ophelia. 

"Thank you Oregano, and congratulations on your apprenticeship with Glip. Those pies you made were wonderful." Delta praised and Oregano blushed. 

"Th-thank you my tallest! I hope to be able to make even more new recipes soon!" Oregano sputtered in utter glee. Delta chuckled along with a distant smile. Kii had seen the look before, hiding just beneath Delta's gleeful and confident mask. Kii knew the look and why he hid it. Weakness is not a luxury any Tallest had. But Delta was Irken like anyone else, and he felt his emotions deeply. Kii wondered if that was why she felt more at ease around him. Delta never fully embraced the idea of the perfect tallest, emotionless, aggressive and cruel. He was goofy, and kind and comfortably showed a former enemy more kindness than they deserved. It was part of the reason she felt at ease around Ophelia too. She was blunt and honest yet kind and patient. 

"Lady Kii would you like a drink?" Delta's question broke through Kii's musings. 

"Yes, thank you Tallest Delta." Kii said as she grabbed her bowl and rose. Delta nodded with a warm smile.

"Caf, Cyder or Hoshara?" Delta asked. Hoshara was a thick, creamy drink made with a grain Hive Cadaver grew called Ophuet, it had a rice like texture and would be cooked down with water until it formed a thick paste. Deiol, a Coconut like fruit, would be fermented ahead of time until it made a thin, sweet liquor. This liquor would be added with a healthy dollop Deiol whipped cream and a hint of Giriganta bark, which was like cinnamon in flavor. Kii adored the drink. 

"Hoshara please." Kii said calmly, though Delta could see the twinkle of joy in her eyes. Delta chuckled.

"Coming right up!" Delta floated away, and Ophelia gave Kii a Look. Kii rolled her eyes. Ophelia, like Fifi, liked to playfully tease her.  

Kii rose with Ophelia, bowl in claw, and made their ways to the Hot Pots. Kii had been surprised by Hive Cadaver's intense love of spicy foods. The Ignis Splooch Hot Pot was the hottest item the Hive made. Kii had warned Ophelia already about the dish. To see that there was a new Hot Pot besides the Ignis Splooch was a great thing. 

"How do you know when it's done?" A drone asked one of Ophelia's Hive drones. Kii turned to look. A group of drones from all three hives were staring at the thin, nearly transparent slices of meat on the Dipping table. The fuzzy drone from Ophelia's hive smiled.

"Ah, well it needs to be entirely purple to be done! A nice deep indigo-ish color, you just cook it like the artificial meat! A few seconds in the boiling broth and-" the Drone dipped a slice of meat into the Ignis Splooch broth and swirled it for a bit, then withdrew it to reveal a deep purple meat. "Its done!"

"Woaah! Thats amazing! I can't wait to try!" One of kii's drones cooed in excitement. Kii bit back a smile.

Her hive was enjoying themselves,good! This was a celebration!

Kii found herself drifting towards the Ignis Splooch herself. Last time she ate it, the broth had been far too spicy for her tastes. But she had soldiered on and consumed a bowl none the less. Now she found herself craving that burn. She skirted around the Drones, giving them their space to enjoy themselves. 

Kii grabbed some Siggurain root, leafy Pitit vegetables, her hives famous salted Ibinalm Chips for garnish, and cooked up a healthy helping of both artificial and real Meat. Pitit was a Bok choice like veggie with a fresh taste when just barely cooked. It was soft but not mushy, and had brilliant, plump pink leaves. Meanwhile Ibinalm was a pulpy stalk fruit with a floral aroma and a flavor similar to carrots. When salted and left to dry it became crumbly and sweet, Kii's Hive added tons of salt and seasonings to it and left them to dry in a smoking room for months. 

Kii then set her own bowl aside and grabbed the second bowl she had brought over. It was Delta's and she loaded it up with Yulinip fruit, Root veggies, and broth topping it with a healthy layer of real and artificial meat. She also added an ingredient she had made herself.

Satisfied with the helping Kii returned to the table. Ophelia had a bowl of the not Spicy hot pot and was munching on a hand pie. Delta had returned as well, a Steaming mug of Hoshara in front of Kii's spot. He had just been standing and blinked in surprise when he saw Kii.

"Ah! That's where my bowl wandered off to!" Delta teased lightly, kii rolled her eyes, unable to stop the small smile pulling at her lips. 

"Yes well, you got us drinks, and you would Not stop talking about your excitement to try real meat last meeting, so I made sure to snag you some." Kii teased back as Delta pouted light heartedly for only a moment. 

"Ah, well what can I say? I've been very curious!" Delta said with a big smile before bowing and gesturing to the table. "Please after you!"

Kii sat down, moving between Ophelia and Delta. She slid Delta's bowl to him, stuffed to the brim with Spicy foods. Delta eyed it in excitement before pausing.

"Oh? What's this?" Delta asked, picking up a dripping ingredient. 

It was hook shaped and hollow in the center, something rattled within like a bell. Under the thick Ignis Splooch broth was shining black skin with vibrant blue rings, the skin was wrinkled and Steaming. Delta sniffed it, eyes watering as the capsaicin filled his nostrils. 

"Oh it smells amazing!" Delta said popping the entire thing into his mouth. Kii watched with anticipation in her eyes as he chewed and his eyes went wide. The center was a smooth, silky paste that burned in waves, but underneath a deep hearty flavor akin to Curry paste spread across his tongue. The exterior fruit itself was sour with a lime like tartness and a crunch akin to a bell pepper. Smoky aromas rose through his mouth with each bite melding all the flavors into one burning sensation of flavor.

"OH! That's AMAZING!" Delta squealed, his eyes watering from the heat. Kii smiled fully, finally unable to stop herself.

"Its something I had the kitchens cook up for the event. It is a Smoked Kagi Fruit stuffed with a Marichisin paste then soaked in Deiol liquor for several weeks. The liquor makes the heat of the Marichisin hotter but does not cover any flavor." Kii said with pride. 

"She burnt her taste buds to death testing it to make sure it would be hot enough and flavorful enough for you. Even helped out in the kitchen." Ophelia stated plainly. Kii gasped.

"Ophelia!"

"What? You helped make it! Own it!" Ophelia said with a wry smirk. Kii felt a blush coming on, which only worsened as she could practically feel Delta smile wider.

"Its amazing Kii! I love it! What's it called?" 

"Cadaver Poppers." Kii said almost bashfully. "I can have my Chef give your Imperial Frylord the recipe. We have plenty of Kagi fruit to share, and Marichisin paste is easy to make." 

"That would be fantastic Kii thank you!" Delta said with a chirp and a wide smile. Kii grumbled and "your welcome" Then returned to her dish. 

The party went by in a flash after that. Ophelia and Delta kept Kii's spirits up, their shenanigans making her laugh. But soon the party atmosphere became a bit overbearing and Kii retreated to a balcony near the main hall. 

The sky was clear for once. A beautiful sight as the stars shone over head and the Irken Moons glowed. Kii stared up with wide eyes. 

"Lovely night isn't it?" Fifi's voice broke through the silence, but it didn't bother Kii one bit. She nodded.

"Yes. It's been some time since I've seen the Stars like this." Kii said. Fifi walked over to Kii's perch and joined her. They sat together I. Silence for sometime before Fifi broke the silence. 

"So. You cooked up a dish for my brother huh?" Fifi said without a hint of teasing. Kii knew Fifi. The small drone would level Hives for her swarmmate without a second thought. 

"I wanted to give something for his hospitality was all." 

"Kii. You're usually a Much better liar than this." Fifi stated plainly. Kii glared down at her. 

In truth Kii didn't know why she had felt compelled to make a dish for Delta specifically. In the end only Delta and His Imperial Frylord could handle the spiciness of the Cadaver Poppers, and the two had consumed the entire supply! It gave Kii a strange twisting feeling in her splooch, it wasn't unpleasant. In fact it was a nice fluttering feeling. 

Fifi seemed to pick up on Kii's mood.

"Its fine if you don't really know why you did it, ya know? Not with me, not with Kiz, and not with my brother for sure." Fifi stated. 

"It… it is still very strange to me. He is so… so soft. And I'm sure it runs far deeper than he shows." Kii said quietly. 

She didn't see Fifi tense, nor a hand slowly move down towards where she usually kept a weapon. Kii pressed on. 

"It would usually annoy me. But I simply cannot be annoyed with him, or angry. It's almost, nice. How soft and kind he is. He sees me, not just as another leader, but a fellow Irken. Its… its not something I'm used to." Fifi relaxed almost startled out of her defensive stance at the admittance. Kii finally turned to face Fifi.

"I don't know what I was feeling when I made that dish. But when I decided to develope the dish myself with my Frylord all I could think of was how happy it would make him. All I could picture was him smiling and laughing and then the dish was made." Kii admitted a lot at once and the silence that followed was uneasy.

"I think, you wanted to do something nice. Delta craves equal footing. He is very social, and when he met you he saw an equal. Not a Tallest who was above him, or a Drone below him, someone he could call Friend." Fifi said in a kind whisper, shocking Kii. 

"I only see how lonely it is, as a Tallest. I don't experience it. I imagine, you've been lonely up at the top. And you wanted to show how much you appreciate his friendship." 

"Maybe. Maybe." Kii concluded and the two fell back into a comfortable silence, eyes trained at the sky.

Modern Irk

Kii decided to give the Smeets a rare treat, them and their coddle drones. She hailed the nearest kitchen, overriding various permissions to get them the supplies they needed and sent them the recipes they needed. As the cooks began their work she then ushered all of the Coddle drones and smeets to the surface.

She watched the smeets look up In awe and wonder as the stars glistened and the moons glowed. Then they squealed in delight as two massive hot pots came rolling out with tables filled with ingredients. The cooks then instructed the Smeets on how to eat the Hot hot Pot Kii turned away. 

Tears stung at her holographic eyes in the quiet little room hidden in her Control Brain module. 

"I think…. I think I figured out why I made that dish Fifi." Kii whispered to the air. "Its just a little too late to say I love you."