#( for now i'm gonna be working on my other blogs but i'll try and pop back in here pretty soon <3 )

[babyhatesreality]

Two Sides of the Coin Part One

Pairing: Daddy!Stucky and Little!F!Reader

Warnings: DDLG (SSC), f! reader, reader is named but name scarcely used, language, pet names, gentle discipline, both Bucky and Steve being secret menaces to each other, fluffity fluff fluff fluff.

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"I need you to be on your best behavior."

"I will be."

"I mean it."

"I know!"

"You promise you'll follow the rules?"

"Yes, I promise!"

"All the rules?"

"All the rules!"

"No trying to get around it or finding loopholes. Best. Behavior."

"I get it!"

Steve sighed heavily. He still wasn't convinced.

"I mean it, Bucky," Steve said.

"I know, Steve!" Bucky replied, his wide eyes the picture of innocence. Just then, you came tearing out of your playroom, a piece of paper gripped firmly in your hand, beelining it straight for your Papa. Steve reached out and scooped you up like you weighed nothing.

"Lookit, Papa, I finished your drawing for you!" you chimed happily.

Steve smiled tightly. "That's great Katie Cat, but what have you been told about running in the apartment?"

Your eyes darted to the side as you thought, then you remembered the rule. You blushed in embarrassment, having forgotten yet again. "M'sorry, Papa," you murmured abashedly, dropping your head onto his shoulder. "Didn't want you to leave wifout your picture and I forgotted again. I sowwy."

The tension left Steve's smile and he kissed your temple. "I forgive you love, but next time when you're super excited, do you think you can try to remember your rules better? I don't want you getting hurt."

You nodded energetically. "I try, Papa! Getting hurt is a no-no!"

"That's right. Now, no more running today or you're getting a Time Out. Understand?"

"I understand."

"Good. Good girl," Steve said proudly, before giving you a big hug and another kiss, this time on the cheek. You snuggled happily back down onto his shoulder. He then turned and looked meaningfully at Bucky, who rolled his eyes.

"Yes, if she runs again today, she'll get a Time Out," he said back in a bored voice. His nose wrinkled and he cocked an eyebrow at his husband. "Honestly, I'm starting to get a little offended here, Cap. You seem to have the impression that I can't take care of her alone."

Steve tilted his head and smiled gently at his love. "It's not that and you know it. I'm just....I don't like being away from her for this long, where I can't see her and protect her and...." He didn't finish the sentence, but Bucky could see it in his eyes. Steve felt guilty for leaving.

For the next month, all the Avengers were being sent out on goodwill missions and press tours- giving back to the community during peacetime. Fury had split the team into mini groups, and all caregivers had been assigned to separate teams so no little was left alone. They were quick missions, only three days long, but to Steve, the idea of leaving the both of you felt like an eternity. He'd been doing well to hide it, but the mask had slipped now that it truly was go time.

All offense forgotten, Bucky smiled and stepped in closer to the two of you. He put a soothing hand on the small of Steve's back, rubbing gently. "You know that I'll do right by our girl," he said softly. "Nothing's gonna happen- not on my watch. AND I promise that we'll have bedtimes and vegetables and screen time restrictions and Time Outs."

At that, you popped your head up. "How's come Time Outs?" you asked, outraged, only catching part of the discussion. "I didn't do nothing!"

Bucky's lips twisted as he tried to suppress his smile at your ire. "Not yet, you haven't," he said, a twinkle in his eye. "But you think you can honestly be one hundred percent good for three whole days straight?" he asked you, smirking.

"Oh. Prob'ly not," you said matter of factly, before laying your head back down on Steve's shoulder. Bucky turned back to Steve, his grin wrapping around his face.

"See? I got this," he said cheerfully, making Steve chuckle.

"Yeah, I know you do, punk," Steve said, softening, as he leaned in to kiss Bucky lovingly. He set you down, then leaned down so you were eye to eye. "Alright, Katie Cat. Best behaviors, okay?"

"Okay, Papa! I try!"

"Oh, I didn't mean you. I meant for Daddy. You're gonna have to keep him on his best behavior, you know. It's a full time job."

"I do it!" you giggled, twisting around in glee. "If Daddy's bad, does he get a Time Out?" It made you laugh to think of your big, bad Daddy smushed into the Time Out corner.

Steve smiled indulgently at you. "Tell you what. You keep a list of all the bad things Daddy does while I'm gone, and I'll take care of him when I get back. Deal?" he said mischievously. Bucky shot him an unamused look as you laughed uproariously.

"Deal! Oh, I 'most forgot!! Here's your picture to take wif you, okay?" You held up the drawing to your beloved Papa, who took it carefully, examining it. "See, it's you and Daddy and me and Jellybean! And we playin' in the park, an' dat's da fountain and the swings and the sun!"

Steve immediately scooped you back up into the biggest bear hug imaginable. "I love it Baby Girl, thank you," he whispered into your ear. "It's going right on the mirror in the hotel where I'll see it every day." You hugged your Papa fiercely back- you couldn't ask for better than that.

About ten minutes later, you and Bucky waved as the Quinjet took off into the clear blue sky. After a quick touch base with Tony, Natasha, and Sylvie about a playdate over the next three days, Bucky took your hand and let you skip and hop next to him, all the way back down the elevator and to your apartment. You stepped together over the threshold and Bucky shut the door behind you. It was quiet. Very quiet. You two sighed in sync. Then just as Bucky looked down at you, you looked up at him. Identical grins of mischief cracked across both of your faces.

"Let's do it," you both said in agreement.

Five minutes later, you were seated on top of the kitchen island, directing the madness. "We need MORE Oreos, Daddy!"

Bucky crumbled another handful of Oreos on top of the already way-too-big 3 flavored ice cream sundae he was making. "Alright, got it. What else?" he asked you. "Let's see, we got m&ms, hot fudge, cherries, sprinkles-"

"Chocolate AND rainbow!"

"Right, chocolate and rainbow, can't have one without the other. We've also got potato chips, caramel popcorn, Skittles, Twizzlers, gummy bears..."

"Do we got any of the hot Cheetos left??"

"No, Papa made me get rid of them."

"Booooooo."

"Tell me about it. Do we need anything else?"

"Whipped cream!"

"Good call, Trouble. I think that'll do it then!" You cheered loudly as he picked you up off the kitchen counter, tossing you into the air playfully before blowing a raspberry on your cheek. He set you down as you were still laughing. "Get two big spoons, okay?"

"Okay!" you said, charging towards the spoon drawer. "Dis is WAY better dan vegetables."

Bucky stopped and turned to look at you. "That's right- I did promise Papa we'd have vegetables, didn't I?" Your little brow instantly wrinkled, not liking where this was going and having instant regret from bringing it up. "Well, guess we gotta keep our promises." Bucky reached into the fridge and withdrew one carrot stick. He unceremoniously jammed it into the top of the scoop of strawberry. "There we go," he said, nodding in satisfaction. "Shall we?"

The rest of the morning was spent devouring the sugar-loaded monstrosity while sitting in a huge blanket fort the two of you made in the living room and watching Disney movies. You offered a running commentary on all of them, which Bucky found to be absolutely hilarious. After two and a half movies, you finally crashed from the sugar high so the two of you cuddled on the sleeping bags and cushions that made up the base of the blanket fort and took a long nap. You ordered pizza for dinner and it was awesome.

The rest of Steve's time away was just like that- the two of you making an absolute mess of the apartment and doing whatever you wanted. Within reason of course- Bucky wasn't about to put himself in a situation where he'd have to explain to Steve how you'd gotten hurt while running in the apartment on his watch. He helped you burn your energy out in other ways though, like taking you to the giant swimming pool in the Avengers training gym. He made you wear a lifejacket and double floaties on all four limbs. When you complained loudly and passionately, he just responded with his mischievous grin, and launched you high into the air, where you cannonballed into the water spectacularly. You had so many floaties on that you barely dipped below the surface. Your protests disappeared in an instant, changing to calls for "AGAIN AGAIN AGAIN!!!!!" You two stayed in the pool until all your fingers looked like prunes.

You had a fun playdate with Peter, the twins, and Prince Loki, but honestly you preferred making mischief with your Daddy at home. On the last night of just the two of you, he took you up to the roof of the tower, and the two of you star gazed together. He pointed out constellations to you, and you listened in hushed wonder at the stories that Bucky was able to weave from the stars.

The day Steve was due to arrive home, it was Sergeant Daddy and Private Baby Cleaning Time, which you always thoroughly enjoyed. By the time you two were done, there was not a trace of any shenanigans whatsoever. The whole team was on deck to greet the returning Avengers that evening, and soon the air was full of joyful screams of the littles as they were reunited with their caregivers. Steve scooped you up and cuddled you tight while you hugged him as hard around the neck as you could, determined not to let go. He then blew a huge raspberry on your cheek, making you shriek with laughter. He gave Bucky a long kiss, and the three of you made your way back to the apartment.

As you babbled on to Steve with the very carefully crafted version of the truth about your exploits over the past couple days that Bucky had coached you on, you missed the subtle but detailed visual sweep of the apartment that Steve was doing. When you had finally told him everything down to you and Bucky going to the launch pad to greet the Quinjet's return, Steve tossed you in the air before giving you another bear hug.

"That sounds like a very fun time, pup. Did you and Daddy obey all the rules? All the time?"

You nodded vigorously, because technically you HAD. "There were vegetables and naps and I didn't run in the apartment!"

Steve chuckled. "That's my good girl. Hey- guess what?" he asked playfully, setting you back down on the ground.

"What?"

"If you go look in the small blue duffle bag that's on Daddy's and my bed, I think you might find a surprise..." With a shriek, you started to tear off. But before you got two steps, you stopped so fast you nearly knocked yourself over. You then began speed walking as fast as you could without calling it running.

"I am not running Papa, just so you know!" you hollered over your shoulder as you rounded the corner and he couldn't see you anymore. Steve burst out laughing at that, before pulling Bucky in for a much deeper kiss than before. Once the two of the finally broke apart, Steve leaned back, giving Bucky a knowing look.

"So. I'm impressed, Sergeant. Can't tell that the two of you have been wreaking havoc in here for the past three days at all," Steve said, grinning lovingly at his husband.

"I didn't do anything," Bucky said sanctimoniously, with a little shake of his head. When Steve began to laugh, he stopped him with mischievous kiss.

A/N- Okay, so I was going to do this as one big story, but it's already too long and I haven't posted in a while, so here you go. Part two coming in as fast as I can finish it, and I bet you know what's coming.... :D Here's Part Two!

[chevvy-yates]

3rd or 4th week in a row where I told myself: "today I'll play the game (and update before) add mods and take new vp."

I think this Sunday it won't happen either. As it started with I got up way too late, got distracted by trying to catch up on what I've missed yesterday and now it's already 13:30.

Guess I have to accept that currently I'm just not in the mood nor hyped to boot up the game at all (even tho I miss my boys hard).

Besides that I see my other projects:

still a bunch of unpublished vp

unfinished fic parts

rp for main story where I have to answer since months …

mood boards

spotify playlists (almost done)

a lot of drafted posts are still waiting to get ready with descriptions and tags to push the button

asks I gotta answer (currently no vigor)

are still construction sites and I feel more doing this instead than just producing another ton of screenshots to add to the construction site.

Gonna have a short next week:

Mon-Wed: work

Thursday: day off, also my birthday (yay, ugh)

Friday: day off: potential try to update and add new mods?

then is weekend with Christmas: hopefully only away on 24th

1st and 2nd Christmas day: hopefully I do nothing and just stay home (possibility to play the game and take vp)

Then another week of work (should be calm tho)

then is New Years eve already where I intend to visit a friend

So if you don't see me that active, you know why.

I will try and make some drafts ready to be sceduled and peak in from time to time but I'm a bit more inactive. So if you think I don't like your content anymore, it's just because I can't catch up with 99+ posts each day on my dash and have to decide if I wanna chill scrolling tblr all day or be productive and get my own shit finished instead of adding only more to the pile. It's that simple. One day the posts will pop up again on my dash and I will reblog them then.

Also if you want me to see something: a. feel free to tag me (tblr likes to not notify me tho) b. feel also free to send me a direct link. c. feel free to contact me on my discord

Some blogs I follow i have notifications turned on so my phone tells me the blog owner posted but it's just my closer friends and mutuals.

[elliespuns]

I was wondering, would you mind introducing yourself a bit? Your age, hobbies (except for blogging of coure), music taste, your favorite movies, etc? I love the content you post and i love you and I don't even know you. I wanna know my favorite blogger.. lol. Only if you're okay with it

First of all, thank you for such a lovely compliment. I love you too and I don't even see your blog, mate!

To answer you; I was answering something similar once. This anon sent me questions and I filled them in, so if you allow me to just copy and paste those so I wouldn't have to type it all again (nothing has changed since then, honestly) then I'll be happy to oblige.

How old are you? I'm 30

Tall or short? Very short, I'm only 5'1 ft, 1,56 m

Sexuality? Eh, I don't like labeling myself but if I HAD TO, it'd say bisexual/demisexual.

Describe yourself briefly I'm an introverted dork that doesn't vibe with most people. I dig music, art, and I love a lot. I either love too much or not at all. I've been vegan for over 10 years now and I love funny people. Other than that, I'm just a very poetic soul that also loves to play video games from time to time and I write. I write a lot.

Something you like about yourself? I'd say it's my knowledge in English. I've been self 'learning' it for 9 years now (never been abroad) and I was able to learn the language to the point where it became a huge part of my life. Like I literally use it more than my mother language. That's a thing I'd say I like about myself.

Favorite hobbies outside your blog? I write; creative writing, poetry. Both fulfil my mind. Then I love reading (ofc). I also draw, play video games, work with graphic programs and I love taking pictures.

Something no one would guess about you I have a very high sex drive, lmao 🫣😂 and people would never say so about me, because I literally look like I have a ribbon buckled to my vagina.

Weird quirks you have Oh, god, I can't stand hand cuts. Like you can literally show me a video of someone having their throat slit and I'll be fine, but then you show me a vid of someone having their palm sliced, or simply just someone cutting their finger and I'll go all asdfghjklsdfghjk.

One talent you wished you had Damn, I wish I could draw from imagination. I can draw but I can't seem to draw anything just by trying to see it in my head. That's so fucking frustrating. And weird. Anyone else having this problem?

A word your friends would use to describe you Idk about one word, but my best friend says I'm the funniest person she has ever met, so does that count? Lol, Idk why she says this. I'm literally a potato.

Craziest thing that's ever happened to you Omg, trauma alert… when my boss (a 70 year old male) caressed the top of my head telling me I'm pretty.

Have you ever been in love? Yes, for over 10 years now (no, it's not a fictional character, lol).

What is your biggest fear? Fuck, it's hurricanes and tornados. I actually have a phobia, it's called 'ancraophobia' and it's a fear of strong wind. (I swear I don't fear normal wind tho, I'm not that weird, actually, ok?).

Why did you start this blog? When I came here one day I realized that there were only a few blogs that were dedicated to the game stuff. So I said why the hell not? I didn't expect to have an actual fanbase here, it's crazy. Love you guys.

Your favorite food? Lentils, that's the shit.

Least favorite food? I'd say meat.

Favorite TV shows? Okay, not gonna mention TLOU cause it's obvious, but the very first show that pops into my mind every time is Breaking Bad. I love this show to bits. Then I also love TWD, OITNB, Better Call Saul, Wentworth, This Is Us, Lost, The Killing.

Favorite movie of all time? My most favorite movie of all time will forever be Ginger Snaps (2000). I've loved this movie ever since I was 11. It's been 19 years ever since and I still love it to pieces. Aaaaah!

Favorite musicians? I love a lot of music, but my most favorite is Damien Rice. I love that guy and what he does. Right behind him are Cigarettes After Sex and Mazzy Star (just pure love). Then it would be Joshua Radin, The Hope Arsenal, Yaeow, The Paper Kites, The Smiths, R.E.M., Blur, BoDeans...

Do you have any pets? My chonky boi guinea pig.

[presidentroarie]

Sophitz Week Day 1: Human AU

ft. Deaf!Fitz

Normally I'd put this on my writing blog, but sophitz week gets it everywhere. Written in a rush for yesterday and then I fell asleep, don't judge it too hard XD. I will be continuing and updating it (maybe ao3?)

Sophie sat in the second row in her second period class: Algebra 2. It wasn't exactly a great start to her first day, but that meant that her classes could only get better from there. 

“Alright, students, let's take attendance!” Sir Faxon said. “There's only twenty two of you of you, so this should be quick.” He went down the list, and each of the first nineteen people raised their hands. “Fitz Vacker!” 

No one raised their hand. “Fitz?” He asked again, and people started looking around.

There was a boy who sat three seats down from her who hadn’t raised his hand. It seemed he was looking at something on his desk. They almost looked like a set of light bulbs. 

Sir Faxon started and hit the button on his desk. One of the bulbs on the boy's desk lit up. 

The boy looked up to the front and raised his hand. 

“Sorry Fitz,” Sir Faxon annunciated sheepishly. “I entirely forgot. It's good to meet you.”

The boy—Fitz—held up the okay sign, partnered with an easygoing smile to show he meant it. Then he signed something else: he put his left thumb toward his chest and moved his hand between him and Sir Faxon, his right pointer finger aimed at him. Sophie didn't know much ASL, but she guessed it meant something like You too.

Sir Faxon finished attendance and smiled. “Well class, it's nice to see some familiar faces from our Algebra 1 class a couple years ago. To those of you who didn't have me, it's nice to meet you.” He gave them a moment of silence before continuing, “Now I know the first day is stressful, so for today's class, I'm going to allow you to talk to each other. Just don’t be too loud about it, or I'll have to hear about it from Magnate Leto.”

The room immediately started switching seats with each other to get closer to their friends.

Dex, who was sitting in front of her, turned his chair around and flopped over on her desk. “Math second period? I'm gonna die.”

Sophie just nodded her affirmative. Her eyes flicked to the boy—Fitz.

He was reading a book, his teal eyes scanning the pages intently. Every once in a while, he must've read something funny, because he’d get a small smile from the corner of his mouth. 

His cola hair and bronze skin made his eyes pop when he turned to look at her.

Sophie gave him a shy smile, slightly blushing from having been caught staring. and waved.

Fitz waved back with the same smile he'd had while reading.

Dex shoved Sophie's shoulder, and she turned her head back to glare at him. “What was that for?”

“Saving you,” he responded. “You've been staring so long at the deaf kid that he noticed.”

“First off, his name is Fitz, calling him the deaf kid is rude. Secondly, I was trying to see what book he was reading.”

Dex snorted. “More like you were trying to see his butt.”

Sophie went bright red. “Okay, was I noticing that he's cute, objectively? Yeah, sure. But he's not my type.”

“He's exactly your type,” Dex rebutted. “I mean, I get it. He's hot. But you don't usually oogle."

“Shut up,” she said, collecting her stuff. The bell rang, and Sophie nodded at Dex before making her way to Study Hall. Seeing the blonde girl in the back row, she snagged the seat beside her. “Marella!”

“Hey to you too,” Marella said. "What do you want?"

“Oh what? I'm not allowed to be glad to see you?” Sophie asked.

“No, but I'm assuming since we came in together with Dex this morning and you weren't so jovial, you have something to talk about. So spill.”

Sophie glanced around the room. Other than the teacher, whose face was stuck behind a book, everyone had headphones in and were doing work on their computers or were on their phones. She leaned in conspiratorially. “Okay, have you had a class with Fitz Vacker?”

“Oh,the deaf guy?” Marella asked.

“His name is Fitz.”

“I was just checking! Yeah, he's in European History with me first period. Elodie Musker and her posse were drooling all over him until they realized he was deaf. Lady Dara lit into them about it after class."

"Good for her. What the fuck is wrong with them?"

“Thats a long list. So, what were you going to say about him?” Marella asked.

Sophie blushed. “Oh, I just wanted to see if you knew anything about him. You know, normal stuff.”

Marella squinted at her. "Like what?”

Sophis shrugged, blushing slightly. “Like, just whatever you know. I'm curious.”

“Alright, you never ask me for gossip about anybody. Do you like him? Because I dont know if he has a partner, or even if he's interested in anyone."

“No!” Sophie said. “I dont know him. And that's the problem. How is it that I've never seen him before? What's the deal?” When Marella side eyed her, she gave her back puppy eyes. “Please?”

Marella sighed. “Okay, okay. I don't know much to be honest. I know that his parents are pretty rich and that they're really well-known. His dad is Alden Vacker.”

“Who?”

“Alden Vacker? The guy who used to date Governor Alina? He's a stockbroker.”

“Oh, that's cool I guess. So his family is a bunch of rich people?”

“Basically. I know he has an older brother who graduated a few years back and is now overseas in Germany, and his little sister Biana is our age. Fitz is the only one who's deaf. So maybe his family had him homeschooled.”

“I guess that makes sense,” Sophie said. “Okay, that's a good start.” She pulled out her phone and began typing away into the search bar.

"Sophie, where is this going?"

"I'm gonna talk to him. "

“You don't know sign language.”

“But I can learn. Honestly, I should've earlier. It's not like there aren't deaf people all over the country.” 

"Hmm," Marella said.

“Anyways,” Sophie said casually. “What's this year’s plan to get Linh Song’s attention?”

“Oh shut it,” Marella grumbled.

“You mean you've got nothing?” Sophie teased. When Marella grumbled more, Sophie said, “How about you just ask her out?”

“No, no,” Marella sighed. “It's okay, I'll think of something."

They spent the rest of the class period researching ASL, or stewing in Marella's case, until the bell rang, signaling lunch time. Sophie determined she would ignore Fitz for the rest of the day until she got home so she could practice some ASL and be back Monday, ready to try.

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Of course, life decided to put her in the same 5th period AP Bio class and the 6th period lab. But she managed to stay focused on the task at hand and only glanced at him a few times, thankfully without being caught.

At the end of the class, Sophie walked up to the teacher. “Hey Elwin,” she said. “Long time no see.”

“What do you want?”  Elwin said with an eye roll. “It better not be asking me why I'm not in the Healing Center.”

“Oh, not at all!” Sophie assured him. “Just wanted to ask if you could wait until Monday to make up lab partners.”

“What are you up to?”

“Nothing. Just asking.”

Elwin just shook his head. “Alright, I'll wait until Monday.”

“Thank you! Okay, gotta go, bye Elwin see ya tomorrow!” She stopped in the doorway. "Actually, why aren't you in the Healing Center?"

"I saw you on the AP Bio list and figured I could keep an eye on your accident prone self," Elwin teased.

Sophie stuck her tongue out at him and laughed when he did it back. The second bell rang, and Sophie said, "Shit, gotta go. See ya!"

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Life gave her another shock when she walked in 8th period to find a worksheet on their assigned desks with another name on the top.

Tiergan said, "Yes, yes, welcome back, pupils. I thought today I'd make it easier than in the past and do a simple 'Getting to Know you' worksheet. Now, your partner's name is written at the top, and it's up to you to find them and ask them their questions. You can not trade partners, and at the end of class, you and your partner will be sitting next to each other in your new assigned seats. If you do the assignment, you get a 100. Don't, and you get a zero. If your partner isn't here, ask me your questions so you can get a grade. Sound good?"

Sophie read the name at the top of her paper three times. Fitz Vacker.

Well, shit. Hopefully, she'd researched enough during lunch, with no help from Dex and Marella, to be able to answer and ask the questions.

They found each other towards the back of the room and sat, staring at each other for a minute.

Finally, Sophie couldn't take it. She waved before rubbing a closed fist over her chest a couple circles and then holding it up, flicking her fingers behind her a little. Hi. Sorry for before.

Fitz looked confused. He tapped the side of his head gently before rolling two pointer fingers around in front of his chest and splitting them apart, laying them out. You know sign language?

She paused a moment, trying to figure out how to sign what she meant. Finally, she signed, Reading? Yes. Signing? No, but trying.

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Leaving it here for later

[coffeeandbatboys]

Heya. Dont mean to be a bother, to my understanding you lost steam on writing out the last of the requests for the 400 followers celebration. Life happens, totally understandable. Just wanted to see if there's any update people missed on the status of them? since the last update is from Sept 16th. which again, totally chill if not. just curious is all!

Hey, thanks for reaching out! And ofc you're not a bother.

I really really wanted to be able to write those matchmakers and headcanons. And I am so, so sorry. Unfortunately, life had other plans (please forgive me for not updating on the fact that I am now on an extended-partially-indefinite hiatus)

An incident happened irl. I'm okay. My friends are okay. But it freaked the hell out of me. And I don't want to dwell on it.

It also started eating me up just how much time a day I was spending online (I wanna say between Tumblr and other platforms it was a solid 8-10 hours a day). Which would be fine I guess if I was retired or not working at least. But. I had a wakeup call in the middle of the night a few weeks ago that I have been spending so much time in the online world that I really need to just cut myself off from those platforms and get back into real life. I cannot believe how distant I had let so many of my close relationships get over the summer.

And you'll never guess what happened next. I fell in love (my semi-leaving was 100% only my decision, so that I could better focus on the relationship among other things). I also pretty much inadvertently ignored my best friend for half the year so...I dont wanna let that happen again.

So, TL;DR, Coffee got a vibe check. Coffee found a real man to cuddle with. Coffee is now trying to be a responsible and prioritized adult. I honestly have no idea if I'll be back full time or not. I'm popping in every so often to check on things (or like the new piece posted on my art blog yesterday). I love y'all, but for now I'm gonna be sticking close to home

Again I want to apologize to those who didn't receive the answers to their matchmakers. Hopefully some day I'll get them written and thrown up here. Maybe when things are a little less crazy <3

See y'all later, with love

Coffee

[fantoccia]

Hello everyone. This is something I've actually been considering for some time and I've decided to finally give it a go.

As of right now, Angie and Donna and Moreau are all on hiatus. I'll probably still check in now and then out of habit, but don't expect much from me.

Honestly, a lot about Tumblr rp has weighed on me for a little while now and I find myself getting unhappy over various things here and there. But I still logged in because I did make a lot of friends here and well. I've been at it so long, I kind of didn't really know what else to do? It's been something I've kind of wanted to do, kind of not wanted to do... But I've been putting off trying it long enough now that I might as well try it and see what the other side is like.

No, this isn't a direct reaction to anything. It's honestly been a long time coming now. I obviously need to focus on myself and try to get myself into a better place and I don't think Tumblr rp is going to help me. I'd argue it's actually been a sort of vice to me for the past two or three muses- at least a decade. People may joke about internet addiction sometimes, but I think I may have some form of it and I want to try to shake it.

So thank you to those that enjoyed playing with me! Thank you to everyone that were patient with me! I'm happy that I was able to play Angie in a way that you could like her and maybe the next time you play RE:VII you'll think of my girl just a little! <3

I'm gonna maybe pop in here or there the next few days before really trying to avoid things. Even when I'm gone, those that I talk to frequently may be allowed to NPC her if you ever feel the urge to. I'll still be on Discord so you can always ask if you can there! I won't even mind some ic chats! If you don't have my Discord and wish to talk, feel free to message me for those deets.

With all that said, I'll also say... Again, I'm a creature of habit and I'd dare call this addicting. If I do wind up coming back after a pretty short period of time, I'd really appreciate it if you don't make a big deal about it ha. This really is something I'm gonna have to focus on and I just might fail. But in the end, I am hoping that I will come back after some time. How long, I'm not sure, but hopefully when I've worked on myself and I can do better!

In the meantime, my main blog is @marthfador and so is my Twitter (X lol) but I admit my time on there is sporadic. I've got a few other little social media type things, feel free to ask if you want to know where I'm at!

Thanks again for all the fun we've had! I'm glad to have met you all!

[itsjustagoober]

So, uhhhhhhh.

Howdy y'all. Been a minute since I've really been around here. I mean, yes I've been reblogging and stuff, but like...that's roughly all the time I've had to do? Just pop in for a bit or so, reblog and head off again.

Gonna do my best to keep it short, but I'll also put it under the cut to keep the base post short to most. Here goes nothing, I guess?

TL;DR: A family emergency back in June literally caused my entire summer, which I had originally planned to be my most creative and focused time for projects and art and stuff, to be watching after and living with a family member up until the first week of October to make sure they would be okay. I then took a week vacation this past week to visit my girlfriend and I was so relaxed I didn't do anything else, either. I am gonna need time to get back into the groove on here as I process and reassess what I wanna do for my blogs for the rest of the year and from here out.

To start, I am very glad that I made sure my great uncle was fine for sure, the whole time I was living with him. I just also realized that, now that it's over, being his immediate caretaker for three-to-four months? Life really stole my summer and everything fun I wanted to do this year. It sucks. It's not entirely his fault, but hrrrrmgle.

So, June. I was hearing how wet and frequent his coughs were and was trying to get him to go to Urgent Care/go see his primary (which he assured me he didn't have one when I always am the one making his appointments for him), but he continued to refuse and fight me the entire way. He does this to everyone who tries to tell him how to do something he doesn't want to hear, so I just took it and knew he'd realize sooner or later this was a losing battle on his side.

That came the day he went for his dentist appointment and he ended up having a cardiac episode in the chair before they started. They called me right back and I took him to the hospital. They gave him so much stuff to bring his heart rate down, like holy shit. Thankfully, since the dentist didn't start with anything, there was nothing to worry about with drugs fighting with other drugs. I stayed there until his stepdaughter finally got off of work and I was allowed to go home after a pretty draining and traumatic day.

Oh, that reminds me. I said it wasn't wholly his fault about how this summer turned out. That's because there's another character here, his stepdaughter. She will be referred to as S from here out. While I'm at it, Great Uncle will also be R and S' daughter will be K. K is pretty cool, though, so you probably won't see her here as much as the other two, considering.

So, S is an interesting lady. She is about as old as my mother and acts like she's 22 still. Nothing against her wanting to be that way, but it made it very difficult to genuinely talk with her or see her at any point that wasn't on her time and when she was in town. Most of the summer, she barely came to visit despite everything. Every weekend, she went out partying or camping or out of town/state because she couldn't handle all the stuff with R. You can guess who that fell to, obviously. And the fact that S assumed I was gonna take care of him for her anyway, bleh. Yes, as he's family and I care about the people I care about, but assuming all that and I had to find this out later and from someone else? Not a great impression there.

Took a dinner break here, so where was I? I visited him in the hospital when I could, mostly. He was moved around so much and going through procedures and the like I barely caught him in passing. The day he was let out and moved to rehab, however, I was sure to go visit him ASAP. I made sure he was settled, met the nurses taking care of him and the schedules for medication.

He didn't have an amazing time there, according to him. However, this is because of two very important details: He didn't want to be there and wanted to be home already and that he needed to complete rehab to get home. You can probably imagine where this is going, yes. He refused to do his bare minimum of exercises and the like and then wondered why they were keeping him longer, even though they wanted to see him go and make a full recovery.

Another detail that's important is that one of the doctors in the hospital sent him to rehab with a defibrillator vest. This doctor apparently didn't explain it to him, any of his nurses at the hospital, none of them at the rehab center and most of all, me. So, this was a 6-pound burden for us all that reeeeally pissed him off especially. The damn thing would beep for any reason and while there was a book for each beep, every message shared the same beep! You wouldn't know the reason until you cross-checked the manual! And the damn battery pack kept nailing him in the shin, too. Augh.

Eventually, after a short time and a big tantrum from him that required S and I to be there for his patient review (in which S also had a breakdown because of this), he finally realized he couldn't get out until he kept the vest on and did the harder exercises to build up enough strength to be let go to go back home. And then he was, about the second to last week of August. And that's when I moved in to be his caretaker and help him with stuff around the house while he got used to it again.

The longest part came next, all his follow-ups with doctors he saw in the hospital to give him a clean bill of health to drop the defibrillator vest fully or drop it to get an internal one installed. All these follow-ups took end of August through to the end of September and his patience for everything was so worn thin. Every little thing agitated him and he never wanted to do anything extra outside of what he HAD to do. It was very frustrating for everyone involved trying to help him, myself included.

Finally, we came to October 2nd. The day he finds out about the vest and his medical stuff going forward. We go in and see the doctor. He's a very nice man and he's doing his best to do his job and let R know that, while he should be okay to take off the vest now, he needs to still be careful as he could plummet in health at any moment if he overdoes anything or even does super nothing (ya know, stagnant type nothing). Of course, R only heard that he could take the vest off and that's what he was waiting for. He was suddenly very energetic and headstrong that the doctor then quickly tried to let him know we'd still need to see him in a few months and make sure everything is okay. He even offered we come in later in the week for him to get a light defib shock to fix his heart rate from afib.

This, of course, is not what R wanted to hear. He was done, as far as he was concerned, and didn't want to do anything else. It started with a 'No.' and soon turned into a full screaming match, only from his side, to the doctor just trying to make sure he'd be alright going forward. Once the doctor realized there was nothing he could do to change R's mind, mostly from a motion from me that it wasn't worth the argument, he dismissed us as professionally as he could and everything. We left and I grabbed his card, just in case anything happens, ya know?

We're downstairs and he's so proud of himself for that outburst. He got what he wanted to hear and wasn't going to take anything else for anything he didn't want to hear or realize. We went to lunch and I just sort of clammed up for the rest of the day because it wasn't worth the effort. He didn't apologize after he calmed down or anything. He was just so proud of himself and it pretty much made me feel nauseated.

Since that was just a week or so ago from this, he started to get a big head. He was good to go and didn't need anymore doctors or meds and or anyone to help him. He started getting visibly and vocally frustrated with me, so I figured that was a good time for a short break from each other. Went back once or twice to get my stuff like clothes and food from living there for two-to-three months and then saw him off that last Saturday for October 7th. I was so anxious and everything, especially with hoping he'd be alright while I was gone.

I told S and K I'd be taking a week vacation and then go back to pre-cardiac episode (once a week every Wednesday or whatever day if he had appointments). Never heard back from S, but I thanked me for everything I had done all summer and said my kindness and love would be paid back in time. One of my great aunts, married to one of R's brothers, said the same thing. I believe them both when they said that too. I didn't need it, but I guess affirmation and validation that I did a good thing was worth it, after all it had taken out of me.

And then I went to Missouri to visit my girlfriend (@somechubbynerd ) for a week. I was so relaxed and so forced to not do anything I didn't have to that I sort of just existed in a time and limbo of bliss? I have high anxiety as it is and, not feeling it for the first time in years, I sort of didn't know what to do with myself?

My girlfriend helped loads with that, though, by guiding me through places she wanted to take me and spend time with me. We cuddled and watched YouTube together. We baked cookies and made a chicken fettuccine dinner together. We went to the zoo together and then to one of her favorite restaurants in the same day. She made me so at ease and helped me be myself for once that I sort of just was so mind-numbed into pure bliss and peace with myself.

It felt great, looking back, but I just genuinely didn't know what to do about it. I hadn't felt that in years and I am still feeling it as I write this now. It feels so nice and so calming. This is awesome, given that I actually went in to urgent care for a panic attack that was gonna put me out for a few days, back in June/July. It sucked so much, but I'm glad they helped me recover so quickly. I couldn't afford to be down for too long. I am so essential to everyone around me and to be there for them, even if I know that they all can't always be there for me.

My girlfriend, as well as a few others, made me realize I probably need to start saying no more. Not because it's to be a bastard, but I can't give myself away like this again and again and get so little in return or no time to recover from the last thing. Obviously, I should still do stuff on a basis I choose, but yeah. Maybe I should say no a little more. It also made me realize that, while not anyone's particular fault, my summer was stolen from me. This summer was planned between my girlfriend and I, as well as a few mutual friends, to work together on art, writing and projects we have been invested in for a year or more and have to keep putting off due to life and work stuff. This was gonna be the summer we were all available...and then we weren't.

I'm still processing these last three months and the year or more so far, since I finally had a break long enough to realize what's going on with myself and my life and someone to bounce my thoughts off of that I couldn't with family. It has opened my eyes a bit more about my circumstances and what the near future might hold for me. I miss my girlfriend so much already and I felt so bad I wasn't crying as much as she was when she had to drop me back off at the train station, but I guess I was still processing it too?

Yeah, still processing things. Probably for a bit, too. I'll probably need some time to ease back into things here. All my blogs and what I was doing before sort of disappearing for a long time and also being interrupted from a lot of threads I wanted to continue or even start. I hope you all can be patient and understanding with me and I'll do my best to do the same. I love y'all and nothing will ever change that, okay? I just need some time to figure myself out again. Yeah. Just need more time...

[galaxietm]

popping on to give some updates!

- updated blog icon to match @peachiiihearts (ily dew) - updated pinned list for june bdays (with the exception of my own, but there's several muses whose bdays i'm excited for, so hopefully i can hop on to do stuff for them) - considering updating blog header?? not sure - trimming down muse list in the background, will probably post what muses i'm dropping soon(ish??) - working on getting muse pages finished so i can share carr.d link, may just share carr.d link without the pages being done. - a few more oc pages are done, others have been started

other general updates below the cut, somewhat unrelated to rp stuff but adjacently related to blog status i guess? feel free to keep scrolling if you'd like! no pressure ♡♡

tl;dr / me attempting to condense it all here. i haven't been around as much due to mental health (probably the second biggest reason) as well as stressing about money-related things; i don't want to bring that energy and such onto here so i've been avoiding it, more or less. i've been working a lot the last two weeks, in part so i can catch up with rent and try to get ahead of that and bills, and i think i'll start to have free time in about a week / week and a half (as my birthday this month comes up, funny enough lol) since i've been all over the place due to work, that's why some of my activity is all over the place. my shifts at work vary from overnights (think 10pm to 6am) to early mornings (around 2am - 7am, 4am - 9am, etc) and sometimes somewhat close to each other- so i really mostly have time to come home, eat, wind down and relax. so if i hop online, it's moments like now (where it's like, 2:30am-ish) for a little bit before one of my early shifts.

have also been dealing with random aches, pains and headaches as well (woke up with a really bad migraine a week ago when i was gonna try to be online / try to write, so that didn't happen) so i've been attempting to self-care while i can, and i'm trying to get up the courage to reach out to a few therapists for consultations so i can finally like. i dunno- try to get that part taken care of since my last therapist didn't work out and it's been a while. i'm also trying to fit in getting new glasses, since i've had my current pair for, uh- way longer than i should have.

but anyway. aside from the stress and still slow recovering from the legal stuff with evicting ex-roomies early this year (as well as avoiding the attempts of updates people have tried to give me about them, because there's people who have been attempting to tell me about them lol) i've been slowly doing better. trying to do what i can to fix up my place and trying to get things in shape on my end. i've been far happier without them here, i can actually relax and like. start to get to know myself and be myself again. it's been?? a little bit bittersweet, honestly. complicated feelings for different reasons, i guess. i had to hide parts of myself because of the first set of roomies, and i didn't get to bring those parts back for a while.

i've been finally watching through some anime on my backlog and i've been resisting the urge to joke about possibly writing dungeon meshi characters or others- but there's a few characters i've picked up (one i'm finally indulging myself on trying to write lol) and a few that that i'm waiting until i finish trimming the muse list until i decide to pick them up- for my own sanity, really. i'm trying to be less attached to them and more 'do i get to write for you aside from saying i'd like to? then bye' about some of them.

but anyway. i hope all of you have been doing well. think of this as a bit of a vent post? i haven't done one of those in a while, haha. it's been an interesting year, but hopefully soon i'll get to be active here again- i really miss writing, so hopefully soon i'll be able to get back on here and just. write and interact with some of ya'll again.

if you'd like to try to keep in touch better, i've got a disc.ord i can exchange with mutuals.

[peachchiips]

Hello hi, it's me again! Here to formally announce my comeback and explain the abrupt hiatus :,^)

This is very lengthy because this isn't drafted and I wanted to get this out as soon as possible because I felt bad for suddenly disappearing and I have to get personal/serious (gonna talk about parental abuse here) so that's why there's a read more, hopefully that doesn't bother you!

I would reblog this to @hollowed-vessels but I straight up forgot the login stuff I used for that blog 🙏 but I'll talk more about that later after the life update trust

So to begin, I'm aware I suddenly dropped all activity around 10 months ago. And I know I missed a lot in my circles, which is my bad :,^) At first it was because I was almost finished with my first half of my secondary education (public college -> private college.) However my plan fell apart once I got rejected to said private college. I had other places to go to in mind, but my home situation isn't exactly the best and I can't really do much without family approval first.

Without getting into potentially identifying details, my mom is a huge contributor to a lot of the issues I have mentally and emotionally. She put a huge financial strain on me and while I understand where she's coming from, I already can barely handle my education and can't add a job onto that as well. Not to mention the already terrible job outlook nowadays. I would open commissions since that's the only work I can do well, but my mom doesn't really believe that it's a thing even though I explained it to her many times. Plus I wanted to put all my efforts into my education first. It was already getting pretty bad around the time I suddenly stopped writing here, but it got to it's peak roughly three months ago.

I ended up running away after she kicked out my sibling and threatened to do the same to my other sibling. After finishing my last semester I just took my belongings and left with said other sibling. I didn't care what my living conditions would be, anywhere was better than being entirely alone.

I know it sounds bad to just dump that but please don't worry about me! I'm fine now that I'm posting this! I have a roof over my head, still have my siblings, and I can still pursue my education! That's all that matters to me tbh :,^)

I do plan on opening commissions soon since I can still do art thankfully, but I also plan on getting back into rp here since I really do miss interacting with all my mutuals here. I also might try to post more even though all my ideas are just my art so far. I would try to be more personal by sharing my interests/life happenings but I'm more of the person that pops up to drop the wildest life updates + my interests either last 1 month or 1 year no in between

I still have some asks and ideas left for my IDV OC blogs, which I will get to! Once I remember my login stuff which again, straight up forgot 💀 worst comes to worst I have to rebrand to a multimuse main blog that might be multifandom as well, which I'll announce if either happens!

If you want to contact me on discord (whether through the servers we share or dms), you absolutely can! I wanna reach out to everyone but I still got plenty of things to do like making commission examples and going back to school :,^)

Tl;dr, left my previous life behind, now just chilling enough for me to try to be active on the internet again. Also gonna try to get back on that rp/art grind 💪

If you read all the way to here, thank you for your time! Don't forget your clicks and have a good day/night!

[causenessus]

hey lovely !! how has your day been? have you eaten yet? i hope u have or i will have no choice but to somehow cyber pop out of your screen and take care of you (threateningly)(but also not threateningly because i wanna make sure you’re taking care of yourself) but !! anyways today i had this vietnamese dish called banh cuon and it was very MMMMM and and I HAD MANGO STICKY RICE🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 (me living up to my anon name) idk why i just love love love mango like they’re so in season right now and so ripe so YUMMY AHHH

also omg i had a dream last night that someone was impersonating me like sending in anons with -mango anon <3 and i was literally like thinking damn. because in that situation what do i do like just fight it out with some rando LOL i was honestly stunned because one part of my brain i was like damn. but the other part of my brain was like WHAT DO I DO WHAT DO I DO WHAT IF THEY SAY SOMETHING AND FRAMED ME WHAT DO I DO so literally when i jolted awake i checked your blog then i was like oh haha everything is okay mango anon you’re safe… just a silly little dream silly silly little dream

also !!! TRY AGAIN CHAPTER WAS SO GOOD !! u need to stop doubting your writing because everytime i read the new chapters im like oh wow this is literally a masterpiece everytime its such a hit like you always release 10/10 chapters with the occasional OH WOW 10/10 CHAPTERS but then i read your notes saying that it wasn’t that good or it was rushed and im like WDYM NESS i’m here like kicking my feet or gasping or twirling my hair u need to have more faith in urself !!!

but anyways i’m yapping again greatest apologies LOL but i hope ur day is going well !! make sure u take care of urself >:( drink water and eat well !! xoxoxo

HELLO MANGO ANON MY LOVE!!!! <3 please do not cyber pop out of my screen!!! but i have to tell u something </3333 i worked a closing shift today at my job yk 😭😭😭 and i was walking out (at like 9:30 pm) and realized something and was like "omg mango anon is gonna kill me" bc what i realized was that besides a little tiny lemonade i hadn't eaten anything since 12pm </33 BUT DW I JUST ATE!!!! AND I'M USUALLY BETTER ABOUT THAT I JUST ALWAYS GET MESSED UP ON DAYS I WORK BUT IT'S OKAY I AM TAKING CARE OF MYSELF!!! AND I WILL CONTINUE TO AS LONG AS YOU'RE TAKING CARE OF YOURELF!!

also BAHN CUON RAHHHH!!!!!! MANGO ANON U AND ME ARE ONE IN THE SAME I LOVE VIETNAMESE FOOD AND I LOVE THAT YOU HAD MANGO STICKY RICE AGAIN TODAY!!! I HOPE IT WAS GOOD AND I LOVE THAT UR LIVING UP TO UR NAME <33 EAT ALL THE MANGOS YOU CAN BEFORE SUMMER GOES BY!!

I LAUGHED SO HARD AT YOUR DREAM I'M SORRY I HOPE THAT'S OKAY 😭😭😭 I GUESS WE'RE ALL JUST HAVING CRAZY DREAMS LATELY??? BECAUSE I'VE BEEN HAVING WHACK DREAMS EVERYDAY BUT I HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD SLEEP TONIGHT MANGO ANON <3 I AM WARDING OFF THE BAD DREAMS AND MANGO ANON IMPOSTERS!! in all honesty i mean this positively but i feel like you have a voice!! yk?? like i can recognize your messages and manner of speaking if that makes sense??? /pos and so if an imposter came on here i think i would call it out!! and be like "ur sounding a little weird today....mango anon 🤨" and if u sent an ask being like "THERE'S AN IMPOSTER!!!" (among us ptsd flashbacks omg i'm sorry) I WOULD TOTALLY BELIEVE YOU AND I AM CONFIDENT I'D BE ABLE TO DETERMINE WHO THE REAL MANGO ANON WAS 😭😭😭 WHAT IS THIS PARAGRAPH I'M WRITING I'M SORRY WE'RE BOTH YAPPING BUT WE CAN YAP TOGETHER IT'S OKAY!!

AAA I'LL TRY TO MAKE THE REST OF THIS SHORT BUT THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR SAYING THAT ABOUT TRY AGAIN <333 IT HONESTLY MADE ME FEEL SO MUCH BETTER ABOUT IT!! AND I WILL BE MORE CONFIDENT IN MY WRITING NOW KNOWING WHAT YOU THINK <3 I LOVE U SM THANK YOU FOR THIS ASK I LOVE YOUR YAPPING AND YOU ARE WONDERFUL AS ALWAYS I HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT DAY/NIGHT MANGO ANON!!! <3333 make sure u eat and drink lots of water too!! and get lots of sleep <3

[val-writesstuff]

Silent song chap 1

Summary: Showing off for Wanda, Sam still trying to figure you out. Tony suggests a party and Bucky shuts him down

Word count: 1.6K

A/N: I am so sorry it took this long, I posted the last one, started writing and immediately caught dear old Rhona. She hit me like an absolute bitch and she's still somehow throwing punches even after she's gone.

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I spent the first two days reading every file I had access to, every news article or blog that seemed informative, and every interview the avengers had done, I needed to know everything. I’ll admit I was nervous to meet these people. Me being one of them? That was never gonna happen. Fury wanted me to be a part of this team but from what I've seen so far, nobody else did. I mean come on, they were a group of trained and enhanced individuals that did everything together, they weren't just gonna open their arms to some random person dropped on their doorstep.

I drop the book I’m struggling to read when my stomach growls loudly. I glance over at the clock on my table, it reads three in the morning. At least I can sneak to the kitchen without seeing anybody else wandering around. At least, that's what I thought.

I freeze in the doorway of the kitchen when I see a silhouette in the light from the open fridge. The broad shoulders, tussled brown hair, and shiny metal arm tells me it's Bucky. I roll my eyes as I try to sneak past him to a nearby cabinet. My single interaction with the man wasn't great, and I didn't feel like doing it again. I cringe when a floorboard creaks under my steps. Why did a multi-million dollar building have a creaky floor? When he doesn't turn around, I'm in the clear. I snatch a silver packet from the cabinet and begin my not-so-sneaky escape.

“You don’t want to take those.” I look over my shoulder to see Bucky leaning against the sink, arms crossed as he watches me. I glance down at the pop-tarts in my hand and then back at him.

“I'm hungry. It’s food. Why wouldn't I want a pop-tart? Are they yours?” I sigh as I shove them back into the cabinet. Guess I'll find something else.

“No. They're Thor’s. He gets pretty upset when somebody else takes them. Here.” He turns briefly to grab something from a bowl and tosses it at me. I barely manage to catch it before it hits me in the chest. I look down at the small purple fruit in my hand. Did he just throw me a plum?

“I haven't had one of these in years. Thanks!” I smile as I lift myself to sit on the counter before I bite into the fruit. “Thor is the lightning guy, right? That's not even that cool.” I scoff and roll my eyes as I ramble, something I, unfortunately, do often when I’m tired. “I mean anybody can mess around with the weather, it's not all that hard. I learned to do that at like ten years old.” I finished the fruit as I stared at Bucky. “Why does he get upset about a fake pastry? They're not even that good.”

I smile as I hear a small chuckle come from his side of the kitchen before he shakes his head. “Sometimes he acts like a child, I'm not sure why. It’s best to avoid him when he starts acting up.” I could see Bucky eye me up and down in the moonlight. “Why are you up so late?”

I shrug. “I can never sleep in a new place. You'd think I’d get used to it since I never had a home but-” I feel the color drain from my face as I realize what I said. Damn me and my stupid rambling. “I just couldn't sleep. What about you? You're up too.” I stare at the ground as I slide off the counter and move to toss the plum pit in the trash.

He ignored my question. “There's a gym if you ever wanna work out, that's pretty exhausting. If you get hungry again, Wanda usually makes breakfast around 8, sometimes dinner too.” I was about to thank him but he shrugged it off and headed down the hall, likely back to bed. What an odd man. Why was he a jerk the other day but so kind now? Had he just been having an off day when we met? Maybe. For now, I was off to bed. In the daylight, I’d have to check out that gym.

I rub my eyes and roll over, pulling the blanket over my head with a groan. It's too early in the morning and the sun is too bright. 

I hear a knock on the door and I groan before dragging myself out of bed and over to the door. I try to pat my hair down before I open the door, to see the most cheerful woman I've ever seen. I don't recognize her, she has red hair but not the same one from the other day.

"My name is Wanda." She extended her hand and I shook it. After she let my hand go she grinned. "Bucky told me you might be joining us for breakfast and I just wanted to make sure you knew where to go. It's wonderful to meet you by the way."

A weary smile crossed my face and I nodded. "Yeah I found the kitchen last night, thank you. I can get dressed real fast if you wanna walk together?" I left the door open as I grabbed some clothes from my dresser, then changed into them in the bathroom. 

When I came back out, Wanda was sitting on the edge of my bed looking around the room. "You don't seem to have a lot of stuff. Is it just coming later or…?"

"Nope. I uh… I grew up kind of on the run so it was better not to have a lot of stuff. I don't keep a lot of things that can't be replaced." I shrugged and moved closer to the door. I wasn't sure why I was telling her this but I felt almost at peace with her. "So breakfast?"

We began the long walk to the kitchen in mostly silence until my curiosity couldn't be held back any longer. "I'm sorry if this is rude, but what do you do? It's just Sam mentioned there's a whole bunch of different kinds of people in the Avengers and I'm just trying to fit names to titles and stuff."

She giggles and held up her hand, fingertips glowing red. "It's no problem, I’m curious about you too. I'm the Scarlett Witch. Can you do magic or something?"

"Uh… kinda?" I walked over to the glass wall of the hallway. I narrowed my eyes and focused on the sky. Quickly dark clouds rolled in, cracking thunder sounded and then rain poured down in heavy droplets. "I can do that. Does that count as magic?"

"That's awesome! You're just like Thor!" She grinned and stared at the storm out the window. 

"Eh. Isn't he a god? I'm nowhere near as powerful. He would totally beat me if we had to battle each other.”  Maybe it was a mistake to show her that. It would probably raise even more questions about what I am.

As soon as we entered the kitchen Sam spoke up. “Did yall see that storm that just appeared? Wanda points at me and Sam's eyes widen. ‘Did you do that? That's awesome!” he immediately pulls a miniature notebook from his pocket and scribbles something down.

"uh… Whatcha doing? What's with the notepad?" I slid onto the stool next to Sam at the kitchen island. I tried to peek at what he was writing but he leaned away from me. 

"I told you I'm gonna figure out what you are, so I'm writing down all the clues and things I learn about you."

I was surprised he was still on that and even more surprised he was this dedicated to the cause. Before I could comment on it, Tony breezed into the room with a grin on his face. I had a bad feeling about this. 

"We're having a party!" Tony announced with a mischievous glint in his eyes while everybody else in the room groaned. 

With Sam and Wanda bickering with Tony, I was left with my thoughts. According to the media, the parties that happened in this tower were legendary. There were always A-list celebrities, entertainment, drinks, and generally a good time had by all. The thing that made me chew on my lip was the usual crowd of paparazzi that showed up, even uninvited. 

I was terrified of the world seeing me, even more so of people who were looking for me. I sat stone still, panicking for minutes until Bucky’s loud voice broke me out of my daze. “Tony she's been here less than a week, and you wanna throw her a party? Shouldn't we wait to celebrate her until she does something… I don't know, worth celebrating? We haven't seen her do anything, she could be horrible.” Part of me was grateful he was offering a way to stall this party idea. The other part of me was a little upset he doubted my skills.

“Would Fury have forced me to join this team if I was horrible?” I frowned and crossed my arms as I glared at him. Only pulling my gaze away when Tony sighed loudly.

“Fine Tin man. We’ll send her on the next mission and wait to have a party until after that.” There was a pause before a wide Cheshire smile appeared on Tony’s face. “Since you came up with this fantastic idea, you get to be the one that goes with her.”

After Bucky and Tony began arguing loudly, with Sam trying to mediate, I snuck out of my chair and down the hallway in search of the quiet I expected to be waiting for me in the gym.

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WIP spam and octopus men

Hey! All o' ya! Commere, gonna show ya some stuff:

Yes, a Gluk-tastic start, just had to do it for fun. Haven't posted anything for two months and probably won't do it much either for now since I'm too busy to do my own stuff and gotta try to relax too, have some other stuff than work to do; I mean, doing artworks is work for me too. This makes me wonder if Molluck can forget his work... I bet that he still can, somehow at least. But yes, even if I'm busy, I still keep Molluck on my mind since I do still love that Gluk so much...

But as the title suggests, recently, I have also gotten a new interest, thanks to my dear friend. You might have heard about the game Baldur's Gate 3 but I only got into it because of the mind flayers, more specifically because of the Emperor... It still took me a few weeks to get into it after seeing it but now, I just love mind flayers too! Yes, octopuses are my favourite creatures in our world, so it's quite logical that I love Gluks and mind flayers, though Gluks got me into octopuses... Um, I love Glukkon-like creatures then!

But the reason why I'm telling you this is that I have planned to draw some stuff about Molluck and the Emperor (but this game has also taken my time significantly...). This blog will still be focused on Molluck, so 'no worries'. I have done some WIPs, saved or not, but it's not an easy task to draw them together. Here's a WIP I'm willing to share:

It's quite rough still and I'm not sure if this is worth of finishing but I'll see. I got other ideas too but it's much easier to draw them inside my head... I'm also not totally sure of their height difference but both are quite tall... And yes, I said 'willing' on purpose since, like I have told you earlier, I'm not into posting NSFW stuff online, just cropped mild stuff, though mere nudity is just natural. And this is one rare case I feel like doing so since I do really like how Molluck succeeded here, still a WIP though:

The only context I give you is that I call these two as 'octopus men'; I do not ship these two but can do some stuff about them together for fun. These two are interestingly similar but different too. One thing is that they both do not have genitalia but frankly, I don't mind, they already got the stuff, though I'm still not really into the Emperor in that way; he is more like just cuddly! But yes, I have found another character into my life but Molluck is still my precious Gluk and cannot be replaced. But this is my taste for 'men'! Bright eyes, big brains, sharp nails, dangerous looks, octopus-like... Yeah, this feels like the stuff I have been looking for years! Oh, and Molluck doesn't scare me and I feel like he won't do anything bad to me but he is just so big and he could eat my whole head with one bite if he wanted... But it only fascinates me! Oh, why I got an idea of that Molluck could eat 'Mudokon Pops' just straight away... I mean, they look like Abe's head... Maybe it's his plan with Abe but who knows but Molluck himself!

Molluck is still the 'perfection' for me, so let's keep going with Molluck stuff! You might still remember those two Molluck WIPs I showed you about two months ago. I didn't wanna show you the full WIPs back then but now, I feel like I could since I have no idea when I'm gonna get these done or am I getting these finished but I truly hope so! Just been too busy with my stuff... But let's start with this one:

Yes, this is the context for that angry Molluck. A pretty rough WIP but the colours, it's rare that I use them like this, so I feel like I have improved with my art! But yes, this is like the Soulstorm Molluck version of Molluck being pissed off while seeing the camera footage of Abe's deeds. But the Sun does shine to Molluck too:

This one is quite close to be finished but still needs a lot polishing... Yeah, Molluck and his Slig chauffeur are having some beach fun at the Yaymans!

Oh, and here's some sketches/WIPs from the beginning of this year:

But yes, I wanted to share these with you if I ever finish these but also let you know what you can expect. Molluck is still 'my baby' but you might see me drawing him with the Emperor. And yes, sometimes I do call Molluck 'my baby'... He is just so adorable and I love him so much... So no, nothing has changed with Molluck. I have never had two characters like this at the same time... But it must mean that I have finally found out what I do like the most: 'octopus men'! But I'm still not into every kind of octopus-like creatures and it's rare that I truly get into anything... It wasn't love at the first sight with Molluck either but then, after I saw myself in him, I just fell in love with him...

But yeah, I guess that it's enough rambling for now! Just spreading some Molluck love again!

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Love's Web, Part 4

Ooooooo they kissed. What else is gonna happen?

CW: CW: Altaira is afab, uses she/her pronouns. Profanity. There's not really much spoilers for ATSV but they're coming. Nudity. Makeout session.

Characters: Altaira (afab oc!), Diavolo, Lucifer, Mammon, Satan, Barbatos, all brothers implied, Simeon, Solomon, Miguel O'Hara

Themes: Romance. Jealousy. Multiverse. Angst.

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"Miguel," Altaira popped her head into her office. His eyes darted to hers as he was just admiring her desktop background again.

"Yes?"

"I have to run to the supply room to get some stuff. Are you okay here?"

"Sure," he replied quietly. She nodded and closed the door again, and he heard another door open and close, followed by quick footsteps down the hall.

Miguel went back to his task, opening a web browser again when he heard a knock at the door.

"Yes?"

Where he was expecting to see a short blonde woman with an armful of stuff stood a demon as tall as he who frowned just as deeply as he did to see the other instead of said woman.

"Oh, hello," Diavolo greeted him civilly.

"Hello," Miguel replied coldly, looking back to the screen.

The Demon Lord was quiet for a moment as his senses told him what had transpired here. He could still smell the leftover arousal from her, his senses showing him the mental image of her sprawled out on her desk. To his disgust, he could sense the spiderman's arousal and knowing where he was standing a while ago, too. The prince knew they didn't get too far, but a growl started to percolate in his chest until he snapped out of his jealous haze.

"Did you need something?" Miguel asked while looking up from under his brows with a scowl.

"I did. However, I was just reminded of something else. Why don't we take a walk, Mr. O'Hara?"

Miguel instantly saw through the prince's plan but agreed nonetheless. "Fine." Though, he also hated being called that.

Diavolo walked out of the office, and Miguel stalked behind him, following the prince out into the hall and down a ways to Diavolo's office.

"How are you finding your accommodations so far?" Diavolo asked a bit nicer then as they walked in.

"They're fine. Altaira has made sure I have everything I need," Miguel answered, making sure to throw it in the prince's face.

"Ah, I expect nothing less. Have a seat," Diavolo replied, walking to his office chair and gesturing toward a visitor's chair. Miguel sat, and the Demon Lord continued. "Altaira is a lovely hostess and guide. She's quite acquainted with demon life and is who we trust to make sure our guests are comfortable when we have them."

"She's quite spectacular at everything she does," Miguel replied, sitting back and crossing a leg, looking cocky.

"Indeed." Diavolo side-eyed his guest and looked away at a painting in the office, "The Birth of Venus." Her favorite painting.

"So why don't you actually tell me why you wanted to talk to me, instead of disguising this as a check-in and a "walk," hm?" Miguel finally asked with an exasperated and annoyed tone.

"At least you have your wit. I'll be clear then. My trusted butler Barbatos has done some research about you, because you see, I need to know that you're not going to destroy my realm and the people within it, my people," Diavolo explained.

"I assure you, I didn't mean to end up here," Miguel quipped.

"Of course not. But I don't think you're making quick progress of trying to leave because something has caught your eye," the prince offered in return. "Or someone."

Miguel smirked and chuckled darkly. "Oh, tonto, I'm afraid you've missed your chance. You should've made your move sooner. Let's skip the pleasantries, chico fresa."

[Idiot; Snobby boy/bratty boy]

"Very well. Barbatos found that not only did you pretty much destroy an earth in another universe, but you're not quite a stand-up superhero that you would like us to believe," Diavolo informed him coolly.

Miguel scowled and raised a brow. "I work in a society that now prevents universe-destroying events like that. As for the rest, I never claimed to be a superhero. I never claimed I'm always the good guy. I try to be, but sometimes I have to make hard decisions, and I don't always like what I have to do."

"Hard decisions like infidelity?" Diavolo asked.

"What are you talking about?" Miguel asked in reply, sounding angry.

"In Altaira's world, you're nothing more than–"

Knock knock

"Diavolo? Is Miguel with you?" Altaira asked on the other side of the door.

"Come in, Altaira," Diavolo called out, his tone instantly sweetening at her name.

She waltzed in and looked relieved at the sight of Miguel, causing the him to look rather smug.

"I left him in my office while I went to the store room but when I came back he was gone. I could hear you talking as I walked by, so I'd thought I'd ask. I'm glad I did," she explained, looking pleased.

"Of course. We were checking in," Diavolo said with a smile and adoring eyes at her. Miguel rolled his eyes until she came into view and looked up at her innocently.

"Oh good! Well, I got what I needed. I'd actually like to go run some errands. Let's head out, Miguel," she explained cheerfully. "That is, if you're done with your conversation."

"Yes," they said in unison, a little tense.

Miguel stood after Altaira walked away, and then he hung back for a second so she was out of earshot before looking over his shoulder at Diavolo.

"You had three years. Don't pretend it's anyone's fault but your own," Miguel stated before walking away, closing the door behind him.

Diavolo waited a few minutes, staring ahead, lost in his thoughts. Suddenly, he slammed his fist onto the desk with an echoing smack and stood, whirling around to look out of his office window to see Miguel helping her into her car and closing the door like a gentleman.

"Damn him," Diavolo growled. There was no one who got quite under his skin like that man did. In another life, they could've gotten along, but if that human mutant wasn't trying to steal the prince's reason for existing, he supposed no one would get to know if that were true.

And if he had to hurt her a little to make her understand, well, he'd have to apologize later.

---

"The House seems a little empty," Miguel observed, walking in with Altaira.

"Yeah, I may have bamboozled the boys into leaving for the evening. We have a short week at the academy, so tomorrow is technically the start of a long weekend," she explained as she walked.

"You did? Do tell," he replied playfully. He followed her into her bedroom.

"I made them all think I was going to The Fall, the biggest club here, so of course they all went thinking we could hang out," she answered. "Am I terrible?" She asked as she stood with her back to him.

He approached and placed his hands on her hips, her back pressed to his front as he leaned down.

"I think smart is a better description," he murmured. Keeping one hand on her hip, his other hand began to caress her upper arm, his mouth pressing kisses into the side of her head.

"You weren't kidding about not forgetting," she chuckled nervously.

"Well, we don't have to do anything if you're not up to it," he murmured in her hair.

"I got us the house to ourselves for a reason," she replied. "But... let's just go slow."

"As you wish, cosita linda," he murmured against her hair.

She turned around, still in his grasp, and took his hands in hers. Then, she slowly walked backward to guide both of them to her bed. She sat and swung her legs over to lay down, and he followed after her, climbing on top of her. He held himself up as he looked down at her.

"Eres hermosa, bombón, truly. Let me show you as much," he murmured.

[You are beautiful]

She nodded, and he leaned down to kiss her again. His lips stayed soft, kissing her delicately as if she were porcelain, but that contrasted to how he grabbed her thighs firmly, not painfully. Immediately, she spread them out for him to slot himself between. He leaned his torso into her and massaged her thighs in his hands, molding them how he saw fit. Keeping one hand there, the other came up to caress her chest, trickling down and to the side as his fingers dug into the plush flesh of her stomach. She went stiff for a minute, and he stopped.

"Does that hurt?" He asked quietly.

"No, I just... that's... I don't like that part," she mumbled, unable to meet his gaze.

"I do," he grunted with pinched brows. "You're soft. I like how you feel in my hands."

He squeezed her again but dove for her neck to kiss her there, causing her to gasp and arch into him. A deep chuckle resonated in his chest.

"I'm sensitive there..." she whimpered. He lavishly licked one spot followed by intensely sucking there, causing her to squirm and moan a little louder.

"There she is," he purred with a smile. "Let me make you feel good, cosita linda."

She nodded and rasped a "Yes" just before he went back to sucking and nibbling on that spot on her neck. His hand left her stomach to come back up and gently grasp her breast, instantly receiving another deep arch as she pushed herself into him and another moan.

"You're so sensitive, amorcito," he chuckled again. "It's adorable."

[Little love]

"Miguel," she moaned outright. Now, that was a sound he wanted to hear again. Her moaning his name sounded better than any music. If he had to hear his name again, he wanted to hear it like that all the time, and only from her.

"You have to tell me what you want, azúcar," he murmured against her neck.

"T-Touch me," she replied.

"Touch you where?" He teased her again.

"Anywhere," she rasped. "I just need to feel you."

"Are you saying you need me? That's a far stretch from what you were saying days ago, mi tesoro," he gloated, taking his hand and slowly slipping it under her RAD uniform blouse.

[My treasure]

"And now you're calling me sugar, treasure, and pretty little thing, where you were saying I was a stubborn mule and a rich brat," she mumbled. He could hear the sting in her words.

"Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?" He whispered into the shell of her ear before pulling away to look at her.

"Show me why I should," she looked up at him with innocent wide eyes.

He smirked down at her and kissed her again, pushing her shirt up. "Can we take this off?"

"Yes."

And, within seconds, it was gone. He made his mind up he wouldn't tear her clothes up, especially the uniform. But that didn't mean he had to take his time removing it.

His eyes traveled lower, taking in the span of her torso, the dark navy and black lace bra she wore. He saw her round and soft stomach, how her waist nipped in to give her such a full hourglass shape. The faded stretch marks across her abdomen he instinctively traced his fingertips down were beautiful as well.

When he was done, he glanced up at her and saw how she refused to look at him, head turned to the side with a fiery blush on her neck, chest, and the shells of her ears. Without saying a word, he sank lower and began kissing her stomach, his hands settling on the curve of her waist to hold her in place. He started mumbling his praises in Spanish, far past what she understood. Little hickies were left across her stomach. Miguel sank lower, planting kisses above the waistband of her skirt, and he slipped one of her thighs up to rest on his shoulder.

Her moans and sighs were soft but becoming more consistent. She didn't fight him or push him away, because she truly had never felt so... worshipped.

The two were so wrapped up in each other that when her bedroom door flew open to slam against the wall, they nearly jumped out of their skins as their heads snapped to see Mammon standing there, breathing hard and looking down at the floor with his hands on his knees.

"I knew– Heh, hang on, gotta– okay, I knew you were trouble!" He barked, sounding out of breath. When he looked up, he shrieked as an angry spiderman was bounding toward him with fangs bared and talons out. "Shit!"

Miguel chased the second born out of the room and down the halls, up the stairs, and all over the house, shouting obscenities in Spanish for interrupting and barging in. Altaira sighed and got up to close the door, deciding Mammon could meet his own fate for what he did, without her bailing him out for a bit. She got undressed and found some lounge clothes to wear. With a big sigh, she laid herself on her bed again, face up toward the ceiling. She held up her hands and saw how they still lightly trembled from her nervousness. Her hands dropped to clasp one another over her chest, her brows pinched as she thought deeply.

Do I... love him? How could I?

---

A while later, Miguel finally reappeared, running his fingers through his hair and a hand on his waist as he walked into her room. It was dark, and he could make out her figure on her bed, laying on her side and wrapped in her blankets. With a sigh, he deactivated his suit and slipped into his lounge clothes as well, approaching her quietly. When he placed a hand down next to her, she instantly looked up at him over her shoulder and then scooted over to make room while relinquishing some of the blanket. He slid in silently and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into his chest.

"Did you get 'em?" She murmured softly with a slight playfulness.

"He's currently plastered against the wall upside down. Surely someone will get him down," he mumbled in her ear. "Are you upset with me, bombón?"

"No, I just have a lot on my mind," she replied truthfully.

"Hmm. You can tell me," he countered.

"I will when I'm ready," she answered. He looked down at her over his nose, not liking the sound of that, but he held her tighter nonetheless.

"As you wish," he murmured, kissing the top of her head.

And that's all that was said for a while. He waited for her to become still, her body relaxing into his, and her soft breathing to turn into soft snores to know she was fully asleep. He played with her hair as he lay awake, a myriad of things on his mind too. Thoughts of home plagued him, wondering if Jess and the team were handling things without him.

When Altaira kicked her leg in her sleep, he entangled her in his so she'd stop, and his mind quickly shifted gears to her. He thought about the ramifications of what he was doing. Would this disrupt anything? Could he have her? Did she want him to have her? Would she be willing to leave this place?

He wasn't entirely sure, and being so uncertain wasn't necessarily new to him, given the nature of his work, but it didn't make it any easier either.

She moved again, murmuring something as he watched her grip the sheets in front of her. His thoughts melted away as his focus shifted to her in the moment. He could feel her heart starting to pound in her chest, her body heat starting to climb. His hand came to rest on her temple as he whispered to her, hoping to ease her troubles.

"Estoy aquí," he murmured softly.

[I'm here]

Oh, how far he'd fallen in such a short time for one little woman.

"No te dejaré."

[I won't leave you]

So, so far.

---

The next morning, Miguel left her to sleep a little longer as he got up to peruse the House's pantry. As he was sifting through what was available, he heard a deep sigh, followed by someone clearing his throat.

"Good morning, Miguel," Lucifer said. Miguel closed the pantry and turned to face the eldest brother. "I made us coffee. Why don't we talk?"

"You know, I'm not sure if I'm a fan of the "talks" demons like to have," Miguel quipped as he watched Lucifer hand him a full cup of steaming brown liquid. The eldest chuckled.

"No, I'm afraid you're right. However, let's continue this outside," he replied, leading Miguel to the back and outside near the cemetery on the House property.

"Well?" Miguel prompted Lucifer.

"I saw the new art on the wall in the hallway of the foyer. A nice touch, but I did have to take it down. Having Mammon splattered to the wall almost naked ruined my appetite," Lucifer stated.

"A shame," Miguel replied.

"Nonetheless, he did mean well. I do apologize for his abrupt interruption. He's fond of Altaira, you see. He's the one who clings to her the most out of all of us," Lucifer went on to explain. When his companion didn't speak, he continued. "We all care for her deeply. But I do think out of all my brothers, I'm the most reasonable."

The Avatar then turned to face Miguel completely while taking a sip.

"And?"

"And I understand that she's special. Altaira is unlike any human we've met. Much more than just caring for her, we love her deeply. But as the eldest, and trying to be respectful of her desires, I want you to know, you can only have her if you care and love her more deeply than we do. I can't speak on behalf of our prince because hell only knows how he feels about this, but you have to treat her better than we do. She is loved and adored by an entire realm, and it won't be easy to let her go if that's something you two decide," Lucifer explained.

"What is Diavolo's problem anyway?" Miguel asked. Lucifer smiled down in his cup and looked off to the treeline beyond the cemetery.

"He loves her. He wants to marry her. But his duties stop him each and every time. He's worried about what the nobility would think," he answered. He looked back to Miguel. "A demon, a royal demon, marrying a human is unprecedented."

"Even as loved as she is by your people?"

Lucifer nodded and looked away again. "Even then. She can't provide what the realm would want from the prospective royal match. And we can't deny as progressive as we are becoming, unfortunately, there are still those with enough power to cause an uproar if they were upset by such a move on Diavolo's part."

"What do you mean by that? Not providing?" Miguel asked with a brow raised and head tilted. He finally took a drink of his coffee and nearly spat it out from its dark taste.

"I can't answer that," Lucifer replied with a sigh. "She would have to tell you more about herself. Otherwise, she's a perfect match for the prince." He finally looked back to the spiderman. "So I ask that you don't screw this up, and watch where you walk. Diavolo's outwardly kind, but he's no fool. He's aware that he is slowly losing his chance with her by you being here, so you can expect him to make calculative moves until he decides what to do– with you or her."

"And why are you telling me this? And if you say you love her as well, then why didn't you make your move?"

The Avatar of Pride chuckled deeply. "I did, two years ago. But back then, she was still holding out for Diavolo, so she turned me down." Lucifer turned serious again. "As for why I'm telling you this, well, I do still love her, so I want what's best for her. If that's you, then so be it. But if she chooses Diavolo, I want you to know that you'll have to let her go, just as I did. Just like Diavolo won't stand for the destruction of his world, I won't tolerate the destruction of my family, and that includes her."

"I see. You're right, you do seem to be the reasonable one. But I thought you were his right hand? Wouldn't you also be telling me to leave her alone?" Miguel asked suspiciously.

"I have to follow his commands. He has not made such a command... yet. And, I will say, affairs of the heart weren't in my job description when I took this on. He is on his own to woo her," Lucifer answered. He then looked at the time and sighed. "She'll be awake soon. Mammon is making breakfast today."

Miguel shivered. "Right, I believe we'll be eating elsewhere." Lucifer chuckled and nodded, gesturing back toward the House to head that way.

---

Miguel knocked at her bedroom door after his talk with Lucifer, and when he heard no reply, he walked in anyway. Just as he turned around after closing the door, he saw the bathroom door open to Altaira walking out completely naked aside from the towel wrapped up in her hair. Their eyes immediately glued to one another. After a few seconds of silence, she immediately took a step back and slammed the door shut.

He blinked a couple of times before padding over to the door and softly knocking on it.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

There was a little whimper, and then the door opened again. This time, she was wrapped in a larger towel to hide herself.

"Altaira," he murmured to her. He took hold of her chin and tilted her head back as he kissed her with a smile on his lips. "Hermosa, you really know how to work me up."

She pulled her chin away and looked down, immediately inching away.

"Bombón, did I upset you?"

"I..." she started to say and then stopped. She trembled a bit, leaning against the doorframe.

"Cariño, come here," he murmured, gathering her into his arms. "Don't be ashamed. I love how you look."

[Dear]

"That's not how I wanted you to see me for the first time..." she finally replied, her voice wavering.

"Then I'll pretend I saw nothing," he replied with a playful lilt. "And you can show me when you're ready."

That seemed to help her as she finally relaxed into his hold, her face rubbing against his sternum.

"Is Mammon alive?"

"Barely. The oldest got him down," he replied.

"That's a turn of events. Usually Lucifer is the one stringing him up," she quipped. "He must've felt bad for Mammon." She then walked across the room.

"Bombón," Miguel called to her. She looked at him over her shoulder as she pawed through her closet. That one look alone made him feel weak. "What would you say to a date to get to know each other more?"

Her eyes shined with delight. "Sure! Any particular requests?" She seemed happy with such an ask.

"Just somewhere where we can talk privately and openly," he answered.

"I know the place."

---

"What is this?" Miguel asked.

"This is Diavolo's private beach. The brothers and I are the few who have total access to it at any time," she replied.

"Ah, so picnic on the beach?"

"Yes!" She said excitedly. They both got out of her car and walked around back to grab the blankets and takeout boxes they got on the way there.

The two walked out to the beach, just a few feet from the shoreline to find their spot. Miguel laid out the blanket and started digging down the corners so it'd stay put. Altaira set up the food, wine, and a small speaker hooked up to her D.D.D. to play music.

When the two were settled, she opened a bottle of vintage blush wine and began pouring it.

"What? No red?" He asked incredulously, but clearly joking. She rolled her eyes.

"Don't act like you care for it either. Sorry, and no cerveza for us. I prefer this," she replied. "Plus, I wanted to be a little classy."

"Rosé drinker, got it. Maybe I should call you rosíta," he replied. She smiled and bumped her shoulder against his.

"So what did you want to talk about?"

Miguel was silent for a moment, his lips pursing and staring out into the waters. Altaira got out her device and began playing soft jazz music and switching the beach setting from sunset to nighttime, the moon high in the sky to provide them with light.

"I want us to get to know each other better, and more deeply. I think it would help both of us," he answered. "I'll go first since this is my idea."

She nodded and he continued.

"I told you I lead a small elite force that watches over the multiverse to ensure its propagation," he said first. She nodded again. "I never told you why I started this team..."

He then explained what he had done in the past, and why he did it. She watched him with pinched brows, looking away every so often as if to analyze certain points he talked about. When he was done, he said,

"I try to stop others from meeting the same fate as me."

She moved away to face the waters, looking out to the ocean with a solemn face.

"I can't fault you for any of that."

He was silent, waiting for more.

"But...?"

"There's no but," she murmured, her eyes cast downward then. "You have to make hard decisions, and you tried to do something to find happiness, only leading to destruction. I get it."

"You sound..."

"Heartbroken," she replied quietly.

"Why?"

It was her turn to look away, her face harshly pensive.

"Because that's something I can't give you. I can't give anyone," she answered with a bitter bite to her tone. Her head turned slightly as she looked at him in her preferal. "Have you heard what they call me? The demons?"

"What?"

---

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Awe thank you!~ I love this sm! Answers are gonna get long-winded though T_T

5 Things That Make Me Happy:

Positive Feedback - has to be on the top of my list because this absolutely does breathe life into me. I started writing in the first place to make people happy. I do it because I love it and I want to share that love with others. I want to be the writer that makes people look forward to getting off work to read that new chapter or the reason they stayed up a little too late because they just had to know what happened next. I want my stories to be someone else's escape. And maybe one day, I'll be on their bookshelves, too. ♥

Genuine Friendships - they're so important to me. I'm someone who has very few friends and even fewer family, so if you're close to me, it means something. I'm all about chosen family, and it often reflects in my writing (one of my fav main characters has a tendency to adopt lonely misfits). With my friends, we're either just acquaintances or you're my goddamn sibling, there's really no in between, which is both a good and a bad quality trait.

Fucking Fallout - because it's the most immersive game I've ever played. I know a lot of the games get some hate throughout the fandom, but I genuinely love every installment that they come up with, because it continues the story. Even with all its flaws, I love all of 1, 2, 3, 4, NV, and 76. I'm more partial to 4 because I relate more to their characters, but NV had the superior storyline. ♥ I literally cannot get this game or these characters out of my head.

BTS - Okay hear me out on this one: I know BTS is a stereotypical K-Pop band, but I seriously love them as people. I don't like K-Pop normally, as a genre. I listened to "emo music" growing up (I was born in 1993 so the 2000s was where my favorite music really lied). I was also a troubled kid and I brought a lot of those insecurities and trauma to my adulthood, and my old bands just wasn't doing it anymore. The memories of teen angst mostly stressed me out. But then I found BTS, and their music and messages helped me SO MUCH as a young adult, well into later adulthood (I'm 29 now). I absolutely love them, and they make me happy with their genuine care and messages. Those 7 boys are some of my biggest inspirations in life, reminding me that I can do anything if I try hard enough. But you will NEVER catch me mixing my love for BTS with the Fallout stuff on this blog. I've noticed that liking K-Pop is a quick way to catch hate, so I keep my obsession with them to myself. I'm okay with that; I've done it for the last six years.

My Husband - as cheesy as it is to say, I have the best husband I could have asked for. STORY TIME: I met him in Kindergarten, and he was always getting me in trouble by making me laugh and the teacher kept telling us to be quiet. She had to separate us. I had a crush on him in 2nd grade. Then we didn't see each other again until middle school. We had gym class together in 6th grade. In 8th grade, we became best friends. He dated a friend of ours in 9th, and I thought that would help me get rid of the feelings I had for him because I was terrified I'd ruin our friendship if I made a move. It didn't work out between him and our friend, but he told me in 10th grade that he liked me a lot, and we really understood each other. (Honestly it "helped" that we both came from troubled/broken families and were both below poverty level.) When we got together, we were each other's first EVERYTHING. We were together all throughout high school with no complications, and our peers deemed us worthy of being prom king and queen in 12th grade even though we were the nerds who oftentimes got bullied. It was so surreal. We moved in together after high school. We went through a loooooot of bullshit. Being kicked out of houses, losing jobs, losing family members (deaths and otherwise) and we're pretty much inseparable now. We've been together for 14 years. He's supportive in everything I do, even if he doesn't always understand my obsessions. He believes in me. He knows I'm not going to thank him for doing the bare minimum (respecting me, listening to me, helping me, not expecting me to mother him, etc). He genuinely fucking loves me. And he's pretty damn handsome and funny, too. Icing on the cake. And after losing all the people that we have over the years, we're pretty much all that we've got left. But I wouldn't choose to live this life with anyone else.

[nastybuckybarnes]

Hey Beautiful, how've you been? If it's okay here's a few of my thoughts on your tedtalk. Sorry it's a bit long.

1: I started this blog when I was in high school, and for so many years it was my escape and my safe space. And I feel like I've been gone for so long that idk if its that anymore.

Try it out Babe and get a feel for things. Hopefully you still find some joy here cause personally speaking we all need somewhere and something to just chill out and fantasize and dropping that without exploring the possibility of it still existing seems like such a shame.

2: I have stuff written and I have ideas but im just worried that I'm old news lol and I know, I know 'write what you want' but to an extent, I also want to write stuff that people enjoy.

Old news? Please. That could never happen Lex. As for wanting to write what people enjoy. I know I sound like a broken record, but I still remember the excitement I felt the first time I discovered your Madness series. I still smile when I think of you and that little tale of yours opened up this whole fanfic adventure for me and the beneficial results have been unbelievable. You did that and it hasn't stopped with fanfic. As you said in your birthday reply, this wild adventure has even spilled into original works and not just yours. You did that.

You have the talent. Let it shine and those that find your work will hopefully appreciate all you have to offer.

3: If I were to come back, I think I would make some changes and I would start writing for new fandoms as well.

Now the first part of this. I'm sure you've heard the old saying 'a change is as good as a rest.' Go for it Lex. It could be exciting. Now as for other fandoms. What can I say except, who are you planning on ruining us with now? Why can't a writer have multiple fandoms? I too seem comfortable in the Marvel fandom, yet I have an Andy Barber fic that just seems to be wildly popular. It often reminds me of an inflatable clown that pops up, disappears for a while and then up again when someone else finds it. Like I said earlier, you've got talent. Do your thing.

Either way Lex, whether you remain here or go solely down the original route, just remember there are those of us who will always be interested in reading what you write. As long as we're made aware of it😂

You are a gem. I feel so overwhelmed with love and support and I cannot put into words how much I appreciate you❤️

I think I'm gonna give it a go! Gonna spend a decent part of the day editing my account to make it more reader-friendly and then who knows, maybe I'll actually post one of my dozens of drafts tonight.

Baby steps, but I think I may get back into the swing of things for real now💘

[anotherduckinthedepths]

Here be the den of someone who's interests always find a way back to Minecraft, one way or another

Anyhow, hello, I'm Depths! (It might change later just warning you) I go by she/her pronouns and enjoy drawing + rambling about things I find interesting.

This blog is for those drawings and ramblings, specifically those tied to the QSMP, DSMP, Sbi, mcyt in general, and maybe some ranboo content if Im feeling like it, I'm generally open for interactions with others! (Granted I'm not the best at initiating interactions) I only ask that you both respect the DNI list below DNI: -NSFW Blogs - TERFs, Racists, Homophobes, just be nice to people please (I hope this is unnecessary but better safe than sorry) - Those who support death threats/doxxing towards ANY content creators ("but you don't like (Insert cc here)", doesn't matter, no death threat/doxxing for ANY of them, full stop, you can dislike people without threatening their lives or the lives of those around them) And please do not harass me or anyone else who might pop up here just on the stance that we happen to enjoy a game and a story that is unfortunately connected to some well-known but divisive people online. Important addition, do not feel afraid to interact if you happen to like the characters played by ccs I dont like/support ! I'm not gonna shoo you away, I see them as seperate entities, like a character in a movie and the actor that plays them who exists outside of that, to do otherwise would be hypocritical of me. I want to try and make this blog as welcoming as I can to fellow fans regardless of how I view things, I do not seek to change anyone's mind and make them agree with me, I just wanna provide silly content to whoever enjoys it. Important tags #Depth's Art or #Depth's AU Art - Drawings I have done on this blog, from sketches to fully-fleshed out art pieces (if I ever do that), the latter is used for drawings regarding AUs I have. #Depth rambles - Random silly thoughts. #Serious Depth mode - Mainly got this up in the event of more serious posts, likely focusing on issues/discourse in the fandom and/or just how it affects me. I dont imagine I'll use this often but I feel like I'll end up having to use it at least once to explain my view of things. If you'd rather avoid seeing discussion around this I would suggest blocking this tag. #Depth's OCs - The tag for my OCs, more than likely minecraft related. #Depth's Brainrot About Jubilant - A specific tag for a very specific character that's on the border between AU character and OC (if you don't feel comfortable seeing posts about them due to the character they're an AU version of (hint- 🟩 :) ) I completely understand and you're more than welcome to block this tag)

_______ I have had some AUs cooking up in my brain and may post about them on this blog, when this happens I will list them down here and provide the tag it's assigned if you want to see my posts for it. Unnamed Superhero Warlock AU (Features c!dream and XD as main antagonists for the most part) (Important Note - This AU is right now kinda in-between being an AU and an original work, it's definetely still in AU territory rn, but I'm thinking of trying to make it it's own thing) The superpowered world all knows and looks up to Pantheon, a long-lasting group of individuals granted with two powers instead of one, what the public mostly doesn't know is that this comes at the cost of becoming a servant to an entity beyond comprehension, and becoming nothing more than a puppet to serve it's desires to invade and control the material plane. Kristin is one of these members of the current Pantheon, tied to a entity of the afterlife, she's long been resigned to her destiny as Lady Death, she is doomed to hunt criminals (or just those who know too much) and those she's sent after are doomed to never escape, none she has been sent after even managing to escape one encounter with her. ... until a man soon to be named Sisyphus manages to get away. Tag - #Unnamed Superhero Warlock AU QSMP Pokemon Mystery Dungeon AU Exactly what it says on the tin, an AU where the players are humans turned into Pokemon and are now stranded in a large remote island in the Pokemon world. Littered with Mystery Dungeons and various other dangers that threaten both them and the pokemon they've been given to care for. Tag - #qsmp pmd au