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[abrushwithdeath]

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"I had it under control, ya know..."

[vanillablankcanvas]

Hello, do you have any headcanons about troll reproduction and eggs? Any headcanons about broppy egg(s)?

Hello! Thanks for the ask 💕

*cracks knuckles* Here we go!

I absolutely believe that eggs are created by the most powerful feelings of love. ❤️

That's why Guy Diamond was able to have Tiny Diamond because he was so very in love with himself!

Trolls absolutely 'do the do', but to have a two parent egg, the strong feeling of love needs to be there aaanddd their hair needs to interlock at some point.

I read a fanfiction where someone gifted Branch a hairpin that prevents unexpected eggs and I found that hilarious. 😆

-When they're expecting an egg it's called an 'Eggnancy'

-Bruce 100% was the one who had all of his and Brandy's kids. All 13 came from him. That's why his hair is so giant, so he can carry the eggs.

BROPPY

3 Eggs.

Everyone thought Poppy would want some unhinged number of kids, while Branch wouldn't want any more than maybe 1. They both wanted 2.

Bruce had absolutely no doubt that Branch and Poppy's first born would be a boy. They're five brothers and it took he and Brandy 13 tries to have a daughter.

Branch had the first egg - a little girl. (Bruce - 😑)

100% believe her name will be Harmony. Look at the running theme of the movies for starters. Holiday in Harmony, the Perfect Family Harmony, how many times does Poppy mentions harmony in the movies and the shows. And think about it 'Princess Harmony of the Pop Trolls' has a nice ring to it.

2nd Egg - Branchifer again with another little girl.

Rosiepuff (Rosie for short) His brothers definitely didn't cry when they heard that name. They did.

I wanna see the dynamic of the two little sisters, Poppy and Viva loving that the little girls have what they didn't get to have.

Then they have little sister fights and scream that they hate eachother. Poppy and Viva are like oh my guh.

So they have the heir and the spare. They're all good now right?

Wrong!

Poppy swoops in with her own unexpected egg years later. (Like how there was a huge age gap between Branch and Floyd)

A little boy.

Ace (😉 if you know you know)

Very much like Branch. I imagine he is very small and keeps to himself. Mamas boy. Likes camping and stuff with Branch. Hard to keep up with two older sisters when they are so much older than you and already have their own stuff going on.

🤯

Feel free to ask more questions.

I'm feeling pumped, bring them on!

[recklessromance]

way late (no thanks 2 capitalism🫠) but hi! i'm delia and very much excited to be here. i'll have a lil more about yijung under the cut, but please like for plotting! discord is available and preferred, but ims are fine too!

content warning ahead for disordered eating--- please proceed with caution if that's triggering to you, and feel free to ask me for a sparknotes vers. of her bio!

serving drinks (with a heaping side of ATTITUDE!) at sweet bean cafe. very much giving wire barista... at least the drinks are bangin'?

also a student/occasional library assistant @ ansong uni (major tba...), so she's always on the go, go, go! she's got places to be, so either keep up with her or get left in the dust.

the sense of peace upon her arrival to ansong is short-lived--- yes, sure, this is home. it's where she needs to be, but it also feels like there's something else she's supposed to be doing. keeps her days busy so at least she feels productive..?

the type of person who's always asking 'why?', if it wasn't already obvious. not in a purposefully infuriating way, but she genuinely wants to know. in the same vein, the type of person who doesn't do things that don't make sense to her. unfortunately, not necessarily the easiest to get along with as a result, but her heart's in the right place, swear!

used to be a baby ballerina who died as a result of an extremely restrictive diet that resulted in malnutrition / overwork. doesn't remember any of it, but the work ethic is in her bones, apparently.

i've got way more to yap about her, because she's a super beloved muse of mine, so... pls plot with me hehehe. i'll have a plot/starter call for the events out soon too, so keep an eye out for that! or don't idk i dont control ur life

[hxneyfarm]

Word Count Goals Accountability

BATTER UP!

Minimum Goal: 3,024 | Stretch Goal: 6,480 | Words Written: 4,337 | Total Current Word Count: 73,455

and for the folks in my inbox who requested bu! for wip wednesday, a snippet under the cut: @bifuriouswaterbender, @eriquin, @inairbinad, @sidekick-hero, and @steves-strapcollection (i'm gonna throw @thefreakandthehair on here too, bc baseball!steve besties)

feel free to request some more, we're going all weekend !

It’s the weekend before playoffs start and every fucking park in Chicago is prepping for winter even though it’s as hot as it was in August and twice as humid. The city parks department clearly hasn’t been putting their back into the care and keeping of the parks this summer - the grass is dry and brown with barely a patch of clover to be found. As much as Steve would like to not have to do this… it’s tradition, and he’s superstitious. He needs a four leaf clover for the first game of the playoffs.

He’s had the big ugly boot off for a month now, and he’s back in training mode. He and Robin decided today would be as good a day as any to get out and find a clover. They’ve been at it for a number of hours now, and it’s getting to be the hottest part of the day. They’ve been to nearly every park in the city and… nothing.

Lincoln Park is a fucking tourist trap, even in September. Steve’s done more autograph signing since they turned up here than he has since before his injury, and it’s getting harder and harder to be gracious about it. He talks to a few guys about his injury, about the playoffs, about the other team in their bracket. He even talks about Eddie a little bit to the fans that ask.

“Are you moving in with Munson at the end of the season?” they’ll ask, and he’ll beat around the bush with it a little, not really answering the question directly because it’s none of their business.

The relationship baseball fans think they have with the players on their favorite team isn’t unlike the relationship music fans think they have with their favorite band. There’s a word for it, one that Steve can never seem to remember, but it doesn’t rub him as much the wrong way as it used to when he first started out.

Steve is standing next to a bench talking to a middle aged woman with a bag of sunflower seeds. The pigeons and doves at her feet are cooing at her for more as she talks to Steve, her hands animated and her smile broad and toothy.

“That home run you hit against the Nationals back in June,” she’s saying, gushing about it, and Steve is smiling and nodding along, remembering. “Just crazy!”

“Yeah, it was definitely a season highlight,” Steve agrees. He’s glad to be talking baseball. He loves talking about Eddie but he’s talked about nothing but his relationship for months, it seems like. Talking about baseball again feels right, feels natural. 

He should be out there with Robin, who’s sifting through the grass on her knees in search of Steve’s elusive clover.

“Goin’ up against the Nats all over again next weekend,” Steve smiles.

“Think they’ll put Smith back on the mound?”

Steve laughs. He doesn’t usually like to talk shit about other teams to fans, but Garrett Smith, the Nationals’ starting pitcher, is nothing to write home about. He’s given up more home runs than any other pitcher in the majors this season and Steve just finds it… funny, almost, that they keep him on as a starter.

“I think if they want to win, they’ll put Jacoby on to start.”

The woman with the sunflower seeds nods along.

“Harrington, you ass!” Robin is calling. “Enough socializing and help me!”

“Lucky clover?” the woman guesses. 

“Yeah, we’ve been out all day.” He sighs. “I better get back to it. Great talking to you, though.”

“You too. Good luck next weekend.”

“Thanks.”

And so Steve jogs out to the field and crouches beside Robin, and together the two of them run their fingers through the short grass in a small patch of clover, searching.

It doesn’t actually take much longer, after that. Robin calls him over, just a few short yards away, and points at a patch of green between her feet. And there it is - vibrant green shot through with white, all four leaves round and uniform, and Steve plucks it out of the ground.

[tabletopresources]

Don't know if this is the right place to ask. I've been gifted DnD Castle Ravenloft for the holidays and I unpacked it last night... mother**** this thing is incredibly serious! Where do I begin? I want to teach my sons a love for DnD, but i can't afford R1900 just for the starter pack. Here in South Africa it is massively expensive.

How can I make this tabletop game into something they would like?

Thanks for the question! I’m so happy to see more parents considering D&D (and similar tabletop games) for their kids.

Honestly, I could go on and on forever on the many benefits of getting young people into the tabletop hobby but given you’re looking for guidance and not an entire treatise let me point you to some amazing resources, both for quickly jumping into a family-friendly game AND for more info for everyone on why to even bother.

First, I want to start with a few general resources that provide far more than I could (or probably should) here.

Level 1 Geek provides a whole article with info and resources on D&D for Kids. I was actually surprised to find they’d missed how effectively D&D (and similar) teach kids subjects like math without them even being aware they’re learning!

Wizards of the Coast provided a similar article of their own. They even provide free adventures with all you might need (including advice on best approaches for ages) called Monster Slayers: The Heroes of Hesiod. It was just the start of a great series.

DMing Dad has more resources and modules for you and your family as well!

I’m gonna rein myself in as that’s likely more than enough to get you and yours started. A few pieces of advice if I may:

Not all kids love combat and killing stuff. In fact, many don’t. So let them find animals they can befriend, help a goblin whose siblings are missing, gather wacky ingredients for a 50-story cake to celebrate an ancient dragon’s 1,000th birthday, etc. They love adventure. Let them eat cake, pet the displacer beast, and make some neat and strange friends.

Rule of Cool applies ALL THE MORE for kids. Let them use what rules they MUST (and those they like) to maintain some sense of structure and cooperation, but please at least consider encouraging and instilling in them an “anything fun for all is good for all” mindset. It’ll teach them the best part of D&D - we’re in this together.

Keep the statistics to a minimum. Use only the rules you need. The adventures sourced above use only the barest beats from D&D to tell a coherent story without it being bogged down in rules and the usual (admittedly) “character-stat-spreadsheet”. Keep it simple. Let THEM grow it outward from there as THEY see fit. And feel free to let them shrink it again when anything bigger or wider becomes unwieldy to them at all.

Start with excitement, keep it up, let THEM expand it. What you run for them CAN and likely SHOULD be simple and straightforward. Take cues from them when they want something to run deeper or get more complex. Your baddies don’t require complex gray morality. Your adventures can get by with few and even ZERO unexpected twists. Again, watch. Listen. Learn. Kids are very good at telling you, often and loudly, what they want.

Keep it short. Adults are better with longer sessions and adventure threads than kids usually are. Don’t be afraid to run a game no longer than an hour, or even less if they want to move on. Don’t take it personally. When they ask for another run plan a similar short one. If they beg for a little longer, reward them with just a teeny bit more. And repeat that as needed. Always keep them wanting more right?

Be kind and respectful. We’re all in this together. Manners can be learned and mastered around that gaming table and certainly shouldn’t stop there. This is true for adults too, but to each their own I suppose.

I hope that helps! Let us know how it goes!

And if this was interesting or useful to you at all, consider checking out Tabletop Gaming Resources for more art, tips, and tools for your game!

[thebigshotman]

Apologies for the scattershot activity lately, everyone. Once again I had a time-this morning-earmarked in my head to get to threads, and once again my muse failed me every time I actually got ready to type. Asks are all I’ve really been able to get to, and even then only one or two at a time. I deeply apologize for the waits on everything lately.

There is hope tomorrow, however, as I have a short work day followed by a completely free night for New Years Eve! So tomorrow will be spent entirely on threads, even if I still have a few asks left (and I probably will) to get to by the end of the night tonight. I’m going to start the new year off right and that does not mean keeping you guys waiting any longer!!

Once I do catch up on everything, however, I may take a day or two hiatus from here so I can focus on bringing back my other blogs. I got my rules updated, now I just need to draft tag dumps, promos, and starter calls for all of them. So if you aren’t following any of my other blogs please feel free to message me and I will give you the links to them! I promise we will have just as much fun together there as we do here.

That’s all for now, gotta get back to the last hour or so of work. Like I said I’ll get to asks if I can tonight, but even if I don’t thread replies are coming tomorrow! See you all then, and thank you all for being patient ❤️

[countlessrealities]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. REPOST.

name. Scotty

pronouns. they / them

preference of communication. Tumblr IMs or Discord (even if I’m selective with whom I hand my Discord to. We need to have talked at least a bit here before).

name of muse. I currently have 12 active muses (both canon and OCs), 3 test muses and 1 request muse on this blog. Mort of them are Rick and Morty��muses (all versions of the two titular characters).

rp experience / how  long. I don’t remember for how long exactly I’ve been RPing. It has to be at least 8-10 years. I started on another site and then landed on Tumblr about 5-6 years ago.

best experience. I don’t have a specific episode that I consider the best ever, but in general the best experience for me is connecting with kin minded people and build a world of plots and interactions through of our characters. It’s always a lot of fun and very stimulating. I have a few people I’m especially grateful to in this sense and I hope I’ll have the chance to keep writing with them for as long as possible. And hopefully to meet more like them.

rp pet peeves / deal breakers. This calls for a quite the list xD No rules / muse(s) page. Drama / callout culture. DNI for specific characters. Cyber-bulling of any sort (and yes, this includes harrassing people for liking content that you consider “problematic”. If you do that sort of things, get away from my blog, grow the fuck up and get a life). Untagged posts / untagged NSFW, or too fancy tags that are hard to blacklist. Being a self-absorbed dick in general. People who ignore the starters / replies to ask you wrote for them. People who try to force their personal headcanons / views about my muses on me. People who use the “this is a hobby” excuse to be terrible to their writing partners and to not give back the effort people offer them.

fluff,  angst, or smut. Angst is one of my favourite things to write, so that’s definitely my pick. I still like a happy ending after navigating an ocean of feels, pain, trauma, broken spirits, crushed dreams and so on x’D But yeah, angst all the way. Fluff is good to balance more intense threads, so I don’t mind indulging in that too. As for smut, I’m extremely selective with it. I write it with trusted people only, and only when inserted in the context of a developed scenario / ship.

plots or memes. I’m definitely partial to plotting. I like creating long-term storylines, dynamics and arcs / verses. It’s really important for me to plot at least the general idea for first interactions especially, because it helps me getting an idea of what the other person is looking for.

long or short replies.  I’m a descriptive RPer, so I almost exclusively do multi-para and novella threads. Single para are for brief interactions / crack.

best time to write. I don’t really have a specific time. My inspiration comes and goes as it pleases, it could hit me at every hour of the day and of the night. I usually end up writing at night mostly because it’s when I have more free time.

are you like your muse. I share some traits with most of my muses, but I wouldn’t say that there’s a muse that is exactly like me. If something I’m a bit of a mix of some of them. I tend to be almost as cynic as Rick, I can be a bitch like Summer, and I struggled with bad anger issues in the past like Morty does and I tend to put up a facade / play a certain kind of persona for the world to see Like Blitzo. I’m not super easy to approach (even if it might not seem so), I have plenty of insecurities and I’m really socially awkward, traits that characterises a good number of my muses.

tagged by: @warmongersofzaun & @surgingchef [[ thank you! ]] tagging: @advnterccs @thesafaribaggirl-returns @floweremojifound @esmorothfallen @heamvir @defactomatriarch @finitecurved​ & whoever wants to steal it !

[abrushwithdeath]

@marlenexalraune liked this post for a short starter!

"Um... ya wanna run that question by me again?"

[invsblstrngs]

closed starter for @anoravarga

where: anora's bach, wherever that may be!

vita doesn't want to sound like she thinks that she is more important than she is, but she does have a busy schedule. this is just a simple truth, between working at vogue, working on her own designs and a filled social life, her calender tends to fill up weeks, sometimes months in advance. so, she finds that her weekends aren't usually free, and rarely does she get to be spontaneous, and agree to last-minute plans. but a friend calls, and there's excitement in her voice, something about a mutuals bachelorette bash at a bar near by, and vita is out already anyway, wearing a short little pink dress that she wanted to dance in, but found the environment she was in just didn't call for dancing.

she apologizes to the friends she's with, kisses them on the cheek and pays for their next few rounds of drinks before waving down a cab, her heels too high for her to be walking in them tonight, and when she finds the location she's been dropped in a pin, she walks inside, looking for a group of women, one, probably dressed in white, if they played into the tradition, and what do you know, vita finds her friends, pressing kisses to cheeks and stopping just a moment at the bar to order a french 75 before her eyes land on the bride, blonde hair and blue eyes she'd recognize anywhere. she falters for just a moment, feels like her heart stops then, too, before she recovers, and plasters on a smile, a half armed hug and a kiss to the cheek. as if it's nothing, as if this person who she knows so intimately she could tell you the placement of each freckle, is a simple acquaintance. "anora, hi! congratulations!" she says, her pitch just a little too high, and thanks a goddess that the bartender chooses just then to pass her a drink. she hands him her card, and starts a tab "keep them coming," she says, a desperate look in her eyes that lets him know she's serious. Oh, it'll be a long night.

[dreamswideawake]

🎪 Rules 🎪

Hello! My name is Amy (She/Her), I’m 27 and I am the Poet’s Mun. I realise these rules might be written a little bluntly, but I just like to be direct and clear so there are no misunderstandings! This is for everyone’s safety and comfort. Thank you!

IF I FOLLOW YOU, I WANT TO ROLEPLAY!

Don’t be shy! If we are mutuals, feel free to send me ask memes, answer opens or respond to starter calls and I will be more than happy to roleplay with you. If you’d like to plot, shoot me an ask! or an IM!

SHIPPING

This is a multi-ship blog, but I do have a main ship and will still ship based on chemistry. If you feel our muses have a connection, please let me know! <3

THIS IS A SELECTIVE ROLEPLAY BLOG

Meaning that, if we’re not mutuals, I may not respond to your reply. It’s nothing personal, I just like to know who I’m roleplaying with. Equally, if I don’t follow you back, it doesn’t mean I don’t like you or your character, I just like to keep my dash neat and tidy. I also prefer when canon and original characters have backstory pages so I’m clear on their story before we roleplay!

UNFOLLOWING

I will unfollow blogs if posts are not trimmed, excessive triggers/nsfw/spoilers are not tagged, if there is too much content which does not relate to the blog or character and for excessive callout posts and posts of a discriminatory nature.

PLEASE DO NOT REBLOG MY MONOLOGUES/VIDEOS/EDITS

Occasionally, I like to write monologues or drabbles on this blog. These are exclusive to the narrative of this blog and should not be reblogged anywhere else. The same goes for any original photo edits or videos posted. By all means, feel free to like the post, but do not reblog it unless I give permission. Thank you!

GOD-MODDING. DON’T DO IT.

Please don’t God-Mod. It’s not fun. No one likes that.

I consider god-modding to be the control of a character or their environment without the consent of the roleplayer. Whether direct (actively ‘picking the character up’ by using their name to describe an action) or indirect (inferring my character has said or done something without my prior consent). If I feel you are godmodding, I will send you an ask to let you know. If the godmodding continues, you will be blocked. If you have any questions regarding this, feel free to ask me! ICONS

At this point in time, this blog is icon-less. If you’d like to respond with icons, please do! 

THREAD LENGTH

I am very adaptable when it comes to lengths of threads. I will happily write long paragraphs or short lines of dialogue and description. Although I do not format on this blog, I will be happy to make text smaller to fit your blog more easily - just let me know if you want me to edit my font size!

TRIGGERING CONTENT

This blog is likely to contain some triggering content such as gore, mental health mentions and swearing. If I feel anything may be triggering, I will tag it: “trigger name cw”. My triggers are explicitly sexual content and manipulative behaviour. I have blacklists for these, but would ask if these could be tagged.

REPLY TIMES

I might take a while to reply to things sometimes as real life comes first. I currently have a part-time job and an occasional Saturday job and also do volunteering in between, so I may disappear from time to time. I will try to respond as quickly as I can, but please bear in mind that I reserve the right to drop threads if it feels as if it's reached a natural conclusion or if I don't have muse for it. I will try and let you know if this is the case. Take as long as you need to reply, too! <3

THIS BLOG IS HEAVILY INSPIRED BY POETS OF THE FALL

This blog is heavily inspired by the songs and lyrics of the band Poets of the Fall. I highly recommend checking them out as they are an extremely talented group of musicians, but I must stress that I am not Marko Saaresto, nor do I have any affiliation with the band (sadly).

HAVE FUN!

All in all, I just want to write with you! Take your time with replies, don’t feel intimidated and hit me up with some plots! <3

[celtfather]

Isn't it Grand to be Walking Undead #268

What happens when a traditional Irish song is rewritten about zombies? And I have CDs!!!! If you didn’t say, “You have Cds…”, you’ll find out why it’s important. It’s kind of funny.

This is Sci Fi Pub Songs & Stories #268.

0:16 - “Isn’t It Grand Boys” from Happy Songs of Death

4:09 - WELCOME TO SCI FI PUB SONGS & STORIES

This is the audio edition of my newsletter. I am Marc Gunn. I’m a rhythm and folk Celtic musician living in Atlanta, Georgia. I play traditional Irish and Scottish drinking songs. I’m also a songwriter. I write songs inspired by Celtic culture as well as pop culture, things like Lord of the Rings, Firefly, Star Wars, Star Trek, Doctor Who and more.

If you’re new to the show, please subscribe. You can do that PubSong.com/free or even better or you can subscribe and download all of my songs in this show. Just send me an email.  pubsong@ celtfather

You will get an auto responder with a link to download this month’s songs. You will also get that subscribe link. It’s quick and easy.

While you’re emailing me to get your free EP, let me know what you’re doing while listening to this episode.

We kicked off the show…

5:04 - WHAT’S NEW STORY

I really should talk more about the stuff I sell in my store. But it feels uncomfortable to do so. That’s one of the reasons if you go to any of my live shows, and I say, “I have Cds”. Audience members will shout “you have Cdddsss?!”

It’s a little gimmick I use to draw attention to my merch. And it’s really catchy.

I was listening to the last episode of the podcast about writing drinking songs. While I talked about my song “The Cat Came Back… the Cat’s Perspective,”. It’s from my C-D… And then I paused, just like I do at live shows.

When I listened to the episode, I responded, “You have CDs…”

It got me thinking. Could we do that same thing through a podcast?

I don’t know. But we’re gonna try. We’re gonna make this podcast into a sort of an interactive drinking game.

Each time I mention CDs, your job is to audibly respond, “you have CDs…”

6:25 - UPCOMING SHOWS

APR 1-9: Sherwood Forest Faire, Paige, TX

APR 6: Dragon Con Filk Music Concert with Brobdingnagian Bards @ 7 PM CST

APR 20: Cat Drinking Songs on Bandcamp @ 7 PM EAST

APR 21-23: Jordan Con, Atlanta, GA

APR 29. The Lost Druid Earth Day Biking Concert, Avondale Estates, Ga @ 6:30-9:30 PM

JUN 3-10: Celtic Invasion Vacations, County Mayo, Ireland

9:24 - The Celtic Kitchen Party “Covid-19 Shanty” from Last Call

11:11 - COMMENTS

I don’t get a ton of feedback for this show. But if you send an email to pubsong@celtfather with a short comment about the show… or just mentioning CDs that you love, that’s a great way for us to interact and have more of a conversation.

In fact, if you need a starter, I’d love it if you would grab your phone. Go to your voice recorder app. Say, “You have Cds”. Then email it to me.

Marisa Halvorson emailed: "Hello Marc! I have been listening to your songs practically nonstop this St. Paddy's season (I'm in NOLA and work on Magazine street so season it is) I had to work on the day the Irish Channel parade rolled and definitely enjoyed it more with your songs keeping me company while locked in my building by parade goers. Thank you for always keeping me company and my spirits up with your music."

Kennedy Johnson emailed: "Happy St Patricks Day to you Marc.  I hope you and your family are well on this day of Green & Orange 🇮🇪   I love your podcasts!!  I have today’s show cued up and ready to play.  Always a tradition foe me to list to your music podcast on this day!!"

13:50 - JOIN THE CLUB

As always, this show is brought to you by my Gunn Runners on Patreon. If you enjoy this podcast or my music, please join the Club. You get something new every week. It might be a podcast, a song, sheet music, a blog, or a photo. And of course you will get videos, including my weekly Coffee with The Celtfather video concert series. Sign up for as little as $5 per month and save 15% with an annual membership. Thanks to my newest Gunn Runners on Patreon: Alice M, Karla A, Triskele, Ayden B

14:34 - Marc Gunn “The Maid Went to the Mill” from Kilted For Her Pleasure

16:49 - THE STORY ISN’T IT GRAND, BOYS, TO BE WALKING UNDEAD

What happens when a traditional Irish song is rewritten about zombies?

One of the cool things about drinking songs is when the audience gets involved to make the song their own.  I don’t know if that is the origins of the “dead, dead, dead” line in “Isn’t It Grand, Boys”. But it seems likely.

It also seems like a great inspiration for a geek to turn it into a song about zombies. My friend Cathy Dailey did that and wrote “Isn’t It Grand, Boys, to Be Walking Undead.” It features all sorts of undead tropes like BRAINS, crushed flowers, and hunting undead, which totally takes my brain to Buffy, The Vampire Slayer.

The “Brains” line is my favorite because it replaces the “dead, dead, dead” with “brains, brains, brains” in the most-zombie-like style.

The chorus is also fun because it includes the “Wilhelm Scream”. That’s the term used for that death yell I make at the end of “Just time for one bloody last cry”.

Oh! Check this out from Wikipedia:

“The sound is named after Private Wilhelm, a character in The Charge at Feather River, a 1953 Western in which the character gets shot in the thigh with an arrow. This was its first use following its inclusion in the Warner Bros. stock sound library, although The Charge at Feather River is the third film to use the effect. The scream is believed to be voiced by actor Sheb Wooley.”

Sheb Wooley is best known for his song “Purple People Eater”.

But the trope of all tropes that makes the song for me is “Up come the hands of another undead”. It’s creepy, very visual, and just perfect.

The song features Nathan Deese on guitar, whistle, bass and “Brains” comments.

20:34 - Marc Gunn “Isn’t It Grand, Boys, To Be Walking Undead” from Sci Fi Drinking Songs

23:47 - CREDITS

Thanks for listening to Sci Fi Pub Songs & Stories. The show is brought to you by my Gunn Runners on Patreon. Every week, you’ll get a new podcast or song or video or video concert. You’ll also save 25% off all the merch in my store. The show was edited by Mitchell Petersen with graphics by Miranda Nelson Designs.

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[peerlessscowl]

Winter has settled in at Garreg Mach, and the long hours of darkness are working their way into the bodies and minds of its staff and students. Shelter from the bitter winds and snows that blow outside soon turn just as suffocating, as the stillness permits too many unwanted thoughts to worm their way into the crevices of your thoughts. A fresh distraction is desperately due, but in short supply during this season. A minor Faerghus noble knows these troubles all too well, and so she offers to Garreg Mach a small donation. A small, vacant building in town has now been renovated into a simple retreat for anyone to visit. Rustic and cozy, it features a host of simple food and drink, a warm fire...and a challenge not for the faint of heart! Participants need to eat a whole bucket of the spiciest pieces of chicken you can imagine or fall over trying. Will you come to cheer or boo the competitors on? Enter it yourself? Or stow yourself away in a more quiet corner to have a drink and reflect? Starter for @amiterum

The snow had fallen hard and piled deep for several days, until one day it seemed to stop quite suddenly, leaving Garreg Mach and her town with a picturesque blanket of glimmering white. For many, this led to staying in, keeping cozy by the fires in the dining, knights, or reception halls, or bunked up in the library or individual dorms. For others, this meant trekking out into the winter weather for merriment - snowfights, and snow angels and men alike studded the courtyard. 

For Raven, it felt like confinement, the walls too high and too tight, pressing in against all sides. He had been on edge anyway, after the farce of a ball, after the coliseum, after the dollhouse… Under normal circumstances, he would be less affected by a day inside, but after so long in shackles he felt himself itching to move, itching to leave. 

Even the training arena was a ghost town, few enough willing to brave the cold to keep their routines sharp, even amongst the knights. He himself could only stand a few hours a week, hardy enough but unused to a mountain winter. 

So he contented himself with his weapons, accounting for them, ensuring they were in peak condition, for who knew what else would come for them in the coming months. His heavy weapons had come to him in new condition, but had largely gone unused - he scrubbed them free of rust, changed the leather wraps on their hilts, and reached for his linseed oil to give everything a final polish, to find it empty. 

An errand, then. Convenient enough, for he had sickened of looking at the walls of his dorm room, the spinning feeling of claustrophobia seeping into the back of his mind as soon as his hands fell idle. 

The path into town and its market was familiar enough, well-trod by himself and many others in the monastery - even the heavy snows had not prevented many from coming and going, and he saw some monks working hard to keep the streets clear. He nodded his thanks to them as he passed, slipping in and out of the armory easily enough to purchase a vial of oil. 

The sun had gone down remarkably fast while he was in the shop, and he frowned. Hard to tell if he'd missed last call for dinner, though from the corner of his eye he caught sight of a rush of activity, some color, some light, and the laughter of groups of people. Ah yes, some new resort. 

The cold had started to seep into him by inches, so he blew into the cup of his fingers, stomped his feet a bit and turned -  

A flurry of snow swirled before him, light scattered and reflecting delicately along the pale face he saw before him, the green eyes that he saw every night in his mind's eye only here younger, brighter, vibrant even in the low lamps of the town. He felt himself rooted to the spot, the space in his chest where the rage usually roiled and screamed merely a quiet cavern, empty, echoing, and as the wind ruffled through their hair, that matching shade of russet, he could almost smell the mossy forests of Cornwell, snowflakes turned to dandelion fluff before his eyes. 

The vial of oil slipped from his fingers, and he could only exhale a single word; 

"You…" 

hear those bells ring deep in the soul

[daydreamingleclerc]

kinktober #1 - ruben dias

in which, you're needy and he's sick of your whining.

prompts: fingering / "you'd better keep quiet if i start fingering you now" / "spread your legs wider"

warnings: language, fingering, sexual acts in public

this isn’t that great and it’s short! sorry <3

tagging @johnstonesfc & @lewischumi bc they’re my no.1 ruben whores 🫶🏼

"what do you want, baby?"

you wrapped both of your arms around one of ruben's biceps as you sat at dinner, your head dropping onto his shoulder. he held a menu in his other hand and you skim read it briefly.

"wanna feel you," you whispered, leaning up and kissing his jawline. your boyfriend shifted, a soft smirk on his lips, "please."

"i meant what do you want to eat, baby," ruben chuckled. he was purposely avoiding your question, as he had been all day, stringing you along until you got home, away from the prying eyes of his friends and fans.

his friends sat across the table from you both with their girlfriends, and you tried your best to be polite. his hand braced itself on your thigh and you nuzzled closer back into his shoulder, playing it off like you were just exhausted from a long week of flying back and forth between manchester and lisbon.

the pair of you ordered and as much as you hated it, you made small talk with his friends and their partners, proudly using the portuguese ruben had taught you.

"all we need is five minutes," you said to him after a while, just as the waitress had taken away your finished starter plates. ruben looked at you with a puzzled look, as if trying to connect the dots to what conversation you were aiming it to. "we'll be back before mains are even here."

"no, Y/N," ruben spoke sternly, despite his voice being soft. it was rare that he called you Y/N, especially in a situation like this. he often called you by a nickname, or some lovey-dovey petname. "you can wait until we get home."

for some reason, ruben's scolding of you made emotions shift inside your stomach and you liked it. "but what if i can't wait?" you pushed, and before he had the chance to pull it free you placed the hand that was on your thigh to your clothed pussy, "surely you're not going to make me wait, are you, baby?"

you knew then that ruben had been defeated. he knew that once he started, he'd want more and more until you were both too exhausted to give one another anything else, and you were in one of your moods willing to give him everything.

"you'd better be quiet if i start fingering you now," he warned, kissing your cheek, "i don't want to hear any noise coming from that pretty little mouth, meu amor."

you nodded, and gripped at the table with so much force you pushed it forward slightly when his fingers dipped inside of you. ruben's breath hitched when he pushed them inside of you, "you're so wet, querida."

you bit your bottom lip, tucking it between your teeth as ruben added another finger inside of you. silence fell upon both of you but you realised quickly that to get away with the escapade you would need to keep up appearances, and quickly you both started to begin talking to his friends again; albeit a struggle.

the mains soon arrived, and you found it incredibly hard to eat while you were being fucked by your boyfriends fingers.

he pulled his fingers from you momentarily to hook his hand under your leg, “spread your legs wider, darling,” he said, his voice low in a whisper as he quickly switched from portuguese to english; and you were thankful that his friends didn’t know too much of your mother tongue to question it.

you did as you were told, spreading out your legs and admiring him when he hooked the leg closest to him over his thighs, meaning that your dress was hiding nothing now.

his thumb stroked your clit as his fingers worked inside of you, and within minutes he had you gripping at the tablecloth. you were unable to hold your orgasm off, despite fighting it at every turn.

“ruben… gonna cum,” you leaned in and whispered, not caring that he — all while smirking and enjoying his night significantly more than he was — was halfway through a conversation.

he paused, holding up his finger to the friend opposite him, and when he looked into your eyes, you caved then and there. you didn’t care who looked at that point, a sharp gasp leaving your lips as your orgasm rocked through your body.

instead of helping you ride it out like he usually did, ruben pulled his hand from your clit and rested it on your thigh, pulling your dress down slightly.

“if you wanna cum like someone who wants to behave, then wait until we get home, amor,” he smirked as he took in a mouthful of food, “or you get treated like that. your choice.”

[itsallyscorner]

ok bestie hear me out😭.. little mix! reader and tom introducing tessa to baby amelia. literally the cutest thing ever omg

Sweet Tessa

pairing: Tom Holland x Little Mix!reader

summary: Two of Tom’s most important girls in the world finally meet each other.

warnings: none—I would say this is a few months after reader had Amelia, so the little bubba is a few months old!

a/n: I thought this was such an adorable idea!! Thank you for the request darling xx Probably not my best work, but I tried, enjoy!!

“My goodness! Harry be careful!” Nikki scolded her son. Startled, Harry held Amelia up to his chest, eyes wide. A chuckle escaped your lips as you watched the younger Holland become an uncle.

“Jeez, Mum! I’m not gonna drop her, you should be worried about Paddy, not me.” Harry teased, not missing the opportunity to poke fun at his younger brother. Nikki moved to stand behind Harry, rolling her eyes at his teasing.

“She’s beautiful, I can’t believe I’m an actual grandma!” Nikki expressed, a large grin on her face, peeking over Harry’s shoulder to make funny faces at her granddaughter.

For the first time since you’ve had Amelia, you and Tom finally got the chance to visit his family. With COVID and all, you both wanted to make sure everyone was healthy and waited till restrictions loosened up a bit in the UK. During the first few weeks with Amelia, you and Tom learned how to become parents. From the early morning breast feedings to changing nappies almost every hour of the day—you and Tom were getting a hang of the whole parenting thing. You guys even had support from your friends and family near and far.

Robert (RDJ) had checked in a few times on both of you. Offering both you and Tom helpful advice that worked for him and his wife. He was even nice enough to send you all—as he called—a baby “starter kit”. Both your and Tom’s parents were always a phone call away, guiding you both through parenting with the best of their abilities. And most importantly, your band mates have been checking in on you almost 24/7. Obviously you were on maternity leave, but that didn’t stop them from missing you, so they called whenever you were free. The girls were very supportive of you, always reassuring you that if you need some extra hands or needed someone to babysit that you can call any of them any time. They even sent little homemade sweets for you and Tom to enjoy once in a while. Long story short, you were very thankful for the tremendous amount of help and support you and Tom had as first time parents.

It was a chilly Saturday when you and Tom decided to visit the Holland household. Everyone was inside, wearing comfy sweaters and socks on their feet to keep them warm from the winter’s cold air. You had been in the living room with Nikki, Harry, Sam, Paddy, and Dom. Everyone had been getting their fair share of Amelia while your husband was in his old bedroom catching up with his sweet Tessa.

Over the course of your pregnancy, Tessa had been glued to your side since day one. She walked wherever you were, sat beside you at all times, and made sure no one got too close to you—which included Tom. Basically, the Staffie was like your protector during the entirety of your pregnancy, that was until you had Amelia. Since both you and Tom knew you'd both be busy with Amelia, neither of you wanted Tessa to feel any neglect or loneliness. Plus, none of you knew how Tessa would react once Amelia arrived. Hence why sweet Tessa lived at Tom’s parents’ for a while.

After a couple months of being apart, Tom and Tessa were finally being reunited. Not only that, but today was also going to be the first time Tessa meets Amelia. Between the two of you, Tom was the most anxious to see how Tessa would react to Amelia. Tessa had always been Tom’s first “baby”, if his fur baby and real baby didn’t get along, he wouldn’t know what to do. All he wanted to do was bring Tessa home and have her live alongside you, him, and Amelia—just like the little vision he’s always had when he thinks about the future.

While Tom was still in his childhood bedroom, which was now Paddy’s, you lot were watching Harry, Sam, and Paddy try to entertain Amelia. Besides the new grandparents, the boys were probably the most excited to meet Amelia. It was wholesome and almost amusing to see them become so protective and gentle with their niece. Harry was the most eager, he was the first to ask to hold her, the most comfortable with carrying her, and bonded with her instantly. Sam, just as eager as Harry, was in shock majority of the time he held Amelia—you remembered as he held Amelia to his chest, eyes wide with joy—it was an adorable sight. Paddy was more reluctant in holding Amelia, he didn’t trust himself and the teasing from his brothers didn’t help the youngest Holland at all. Though with some guidance from you and his mum, Paddy became more comfortable with having Amelia sat on his lap. The three were now huddled in a circle, watching Amelia as she sat on Paddy’s lap, her small body leaning into him for support.

Nikki, who was sat beside you at the dining table, leaned closer to you, “Who knew it would take a baby to get them to be so quiet?” You chuckled, agreeing with her. Dom went with the joke, nudging your shoulder with his, “You three better come over more often, this is the quietest the house has been in months.”

“Oh, don’t worry, we’ll definitely be around. Maybe her and I more so than Tom since he’s gonna be leaving for the press tour soon.” You mentioned to them. A frown grew on Nikki’s lips. Placing a hand on your arm she reassured you, “You two are always welcome here, you know that. I know how scary being a first time mum can be, so if you need any help at all—with anything darling—we’ll be here for you.”

You couldn’t help but place your hand atop hers and squeezed it, “Thank you, I really needed that.” You told her, a small smile on your lips.

“Oh! You’re going to be just fine, darling! Don’t you worry.” She assured you. The moment was cut short when the sound of a door opening was heard in the hallway. The sound was followed by footsteps and the creaking of the wooden floors being stepped on. Tom appeared around the corner, stepping into the kitchen before eyeing you and his mother.

“Everything alright, love?” He asked, quickly making his way towards you. Tom moved to stand in front of you, his large hand coming to rest on your back. You look up at him and smile, “Yeah, just having a little mum to mum moment.”

“Ahh, got it.” He nodded.

“How’s Tess?” You asked him. Tom grinned, crouching down to his haunches and resting his arm on your thigh. “She’s doing good, affectionate and lovable as always. She misses you, she couldn’t stop sniffing at the door when I walked in.” You pouted, still having not seen Tessa.

Running a hand through his curl, you asked Tom, “You think it’s time to introduce her to Amelia?”

Tom’s attention was averted from his brothers and back to you, “Are you sure? We don’t have to if you’re not ready yet.”

“I’m sure. Plus, I miss having her around the house and I’m sure she wouldn’t mind having someone new to play with.” You answered him. Your approval was all it took for Tom to make his way back into the room and bring Tessa out with him.

Tom made sure to hold onto her collar as her eyes flickered to everyone in the room. When her dark brown eyes spotted you, she began to whine, tail wagging excitedly, while she tugged on Tom’s hold. You smiled widely at the dog, approaching her and Tom. Tessa jumped onto your knees, pawing at you, as your began to scratch her head with your hands.

“Hello Tessa! I miss you too, baby. How have you been, huh?” You began to ask her in your “baby” voice. You bent down to your knees, letting Tessa jump into your arms as she licked your face excitedly. Everyone laughed, watching Tessa jump around you as she eagerly sniffed you and nuzzled into your arms.

Tom chuckled, “I think she’s more excited to see you than me.”

Smirking up at him you respond, “I have that effect on people.”

Once you caught up with Tessa, it was time to introduce her to Amelia. Paddy got up from his place on the couch, offering it to you as he gently handed you Amelia. You sat in his spot, placing your daughter on your lap as she pleasantly gurgled.

“You had fun with your uncles didn’t you?” You coo at her as her tiny hands grasped your fingers. Tom watched you both adoringly from across the room—he always enjoyed watching his girls, it just made his heart swell with so much love and pride.

Seeing his daughter in a happy mood, he decided now would be a good time to introduce Tessa. If Amelia were cranky, the entire thing would probably be a bust.

Slowly, Tom led Tessa to approach you and Amelia. Everyone’s attention were on you four, the boys watched from beside you and Tom’s parents stood by the doorway of the living room.

When they got closer, the faster Tessa’s tail began to wag. She became a little impatient with Tom, tugging a bit as she crept closer to you and the new human you were holding.

“Tessa.” Tom softly warned her. When he was finally in front of you, he sat in front of you and placed Tessa in between his legs. The dog peeked over your knees, her nose twitching as she sniffed Amelia’s socked feet.

“Gentle, Tessa.” Tom reminded her, petting her back. His other hand was wrapped around her front. Tessa moved closer to you, sniffing your finger as you scratched under her chin. Moving past your fingers, Tessa nuzzled her nose against the bottoms of Amelia’s feet. Curious at the mysterious creature before her, Amelia made a noise, leaning forward to look at Tessa.

“Who is that, Lia?” You whispered enthusiastically to your daughter. Tessa’s ears perked up when she spotted Amelia’s small hand moving towards her. Tom held in his breath—of course, he trusted Tessa—but the closer his daughter’s hand got closer to Tessa’s face he couldn’t help but feel nervous.

Tessa’s tail wagged faster, though she kept her calm, and rested her chin on your knees. Amelia’s hand landed on Tess’s snout, her fingers wiggling to feel the new texture of Tessa’s fur. A squeal emitted from her tiny body, taking both you and Tom by surprise. You peer down to look at her face and saw a gummy smile on her features.

“D’ya like Tessa bubba?” You ask her, your words mixed with laughter as you watch her rub at Tessa’s head. Tessa didn’t seem to mind, she leaned into Amelia’s touch and her tail’s wag never faltered.

“Look Tess, it’s your little sister, Amelia.” Tom quietly said to the dog. The goofy grin on his face showed just how happy he was to see that Amelia and Tessa’s first interaction was a success.

Tessa sniffed at Amelia’s hand causing your baby to squeal as she came into contact with Tessa’s cold and wet nose.

“Does that feel funny, Lia?” Tom teased his daughter, poking one of her chubby cheeks. She let out something that sounded similar to a giggle, making you all laugh.

“This is Tessa, she’s gonna be there to protect you and keep you safe, she’ll even play with you once you’re old enough.” Tom explained to his daughter, the smile feeling permanent on his lips. Tessa tilted her head, gently licking Amelia’s palm. Another squeal left your daughter’s body, sending the room into a round of laughter again.

“I think they’re gonna be best friends.” You comment, watching as Amelia happily felt around Tessa’s face. Tessa was content, finally reuniting with her family and meeting the little human you’ve been growing in your body for months.

From the moment they met, the two became inseparable. During the rest of the night, Tessa trailed after anyone who was holding Amelia. Wherever Amelia was, Tessa was also there keeping a watchful eye on her. Safe to say, the two were very fond of each other—and for the first time in months, Tessa was finally going home.

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[rpmusingsforthesoul]

The office sentence starters season 1-2

feel free to change pronouns

“This is my kingdom as far as the eye can see.”

“I’m boring myself just talking about this”.

“I don’t think it would be the worst thing if they let me go.”

“Ooh, discipline. Kinky.”

“You’re a jerk!”

“What’s the scuttle-bud?”

“Do you want to form an alliance with me?”

“Are you jealous ‘cause there’s another girl/boy around?”

“Stay away from my mom.”

“We’re not dating, we’re engaged.”

“It’s nothing, my ride just bailed on me.”

“Keep your acceptance speeches short. I have wrap-it-up music and I’m not afraid to use it, ___”

“No no, because the ice melts and it’s like second drink.”

“I feel God in this Chili’s tonight.”

“I feel bad about what I wrote on the bathroom wall.”

“Hey, what has two thumbs and hates ___? This guy.”

“I’m so used to being the bad boy.”

“Mo’ money, mo’ problems.”

*pressing ear against wall* “These babies are thin.”

“A 30 year mortgage at ___’s age essentially means he’s buying a coffin. If I were buying my coffin, I would get one with thicker walls so you couldn’t hear the other dead people.”

“As far as I can tell, I’m the best looking one here.”

“Are you calling me a ho?”

“Hey, can you ignore those and do something for me instead?”

“Those aren’t chips and dip.”

“I’m going wherever they value loyalty the most.”

“Some may say we had our first date last night.”

“Are we in danger?”

“Why did you even bring me here tonight.”

“We should break up.”

“BFD. Engaged ain’t married.”

“Never ever ever give up.”

“I’m hurt, I have hurt myself! Oh my god, this is not looking good!”

“Do you want some aspirin because you seem kind of fussy.”

“Listen I like kids, but this is not a kids’ environment.”

“I have one goal today; to get one kid to like me. Just one.”

“Have you ever pooped a balloon?”

“Now, exactly how much pot did you smoke?”

“Jinx buy me a coke! No no no, no talking!”

“I know you’re innocent but it can’t look like I’m treating you any differently.”

“I need your urine.”

“You look like you have something really important to say and you just can’t for some reason.”

“I bet he’ll try and beat you up. I got your back if he does...but try to stay out of it.”

“There are always a million reasons not to do something.”

“You gotta take a chance on something sometime, ___”

“Oh, excuse me, I’m fine with my choices.”

“I say if Jesus saw that, he’d freak out! He’d freak out, ___!”

“I’m going to drop a deuce on everyone.”

“I just…I’m in love with you.”

“I don’t wanna do that. I wanna be more than that.”

“I’m really sorry if you misinterpreted things. It’s probably my fault.”

“Not your fault. I’m sorry I misinterpreted our friendship.”

“Thanks for inviting me, I really needed it.”

[obeythedemons]

Proposal [Obey Me! Barbatos/Lance]

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1407

Obey Me! Masterlist

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The bed was different. For starters, it was an actual bed and not a futon that really just served to insulate their bodies from the base it was on. It was squishy and not as firm. It’d probably hurt his back in the morning. Still, he knew that wasn’t what was keeping him awake. It was just his insomnia acting up. It was too late to take any medication. If he took it now, he’d be knocked out for when their vacation began.

Lance turned on his side to look at the demon lying next to him. The strands of teal covered part of his face. His eyes were lightly closed. His lips parted as he slowly breathed in and out. Lance peered up at his horns and smiled. Slowly, he brushed part of Barbatos’s hair from his face to get a better look at the demon.

Barbatos groggily cracked open an eye. He breathed in deeply and turned to face Lance. “Is everything alright?”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” Lance whispered. He shuffled closer to the demon and took a hold of his hand. “Nothing’s wrong. Just can’t sleep.”

“Is there anything I can do to help?”

Lance shook his head. “No, I just like looking at you. You’re beautiful.”

Barbatos let out a quiet laugh. Though his laughter quickly faded, his smile didn’t. “What all do you find beautiful about me?” He expected a short list.

Lance eyed his hair. His free hand ran through the strands. “I love the colors of your hair. They’re the first thing that caught my attention and drew me in.”

"Yes, I’m well aware of your affinity for cooler colors,” Barbatos chortled.

Lance hummed and continued, “I like your eyes. Not just because of the color, but they’re also mysterious, just like you. Now, I like to think I know you very well and have cracked the mystery of who you are. Now, I see warmth and adoration in them.” Lance paused as he stared at the eyes reflecting the same things he just said. He smiled and looked at his cheeks. “I like it when you blush, just as you are now. I especially like it when I’m the reason you blush. It reminds me that I have an effect on you, just as you have an effect on me.”

“You have for a very long time,” Barbatos quietly murmured.

“I like your lips, not just for the soft kisses you give me. But I like watching them when you speak. You’re always articulate and your voice is soothing. I could hear you talk about teas and desserts and everything else you’re passionate about for an eternity. Though, I think your lips are my favorite when you smile. You have a very cute smile.”

Barbatos sighed. “You’re the only one to ever believe that. Or at least dare repeat that.”

“It’s true, though,” Lance reassured him. “It’s very cute. And it’s a good thing that it’s cute. I like cute things.”

“Then, I suppose I will let it slide that you called me cute.”

Lance giggled and pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips. “Thank you.”

"That was a nice list. I should be the one thanking you.”

“I’m not done yet.” Barbatos’s eyes widened in shock. “I like your neck, though it’s usually covered by your shirts. It’s always a little treat when I do get to see it. It’s nice getting to wrap my arms around it when you carry me. I like your shoulders. They’re strong and you hold so much on them. We’re all better because of your shoulders. I like your arms. I love it when they’re wrapped around me. I always feel safe with you. I know you’ll catch me if I fall, that you’ll shield me from whatever tries to harm me, or that you’ll just be there with a hug if I need it.”

Barbatos quickly pulled Lance into his arms. He rested his lips on the top of Lance’s head over and over again. “I love you,” he whispered quietly.

Lance grinned. “I love your chest. It shields me from the world when I’m too embarrassed. With you, it’s often because of how you’re always teasing me.”

“I do that so you will hide into my chest,” Barbatos confessed.

Lance laughed. “I know that’s part of the reason. I also like to hear your heartbeat. I like to hear how your chest rumbles when you laugh, it’s one of the most beautiful sounds. I like your stomach,” Lance continued on more as his fingers lightly trailed down Barbatos. “You make the most delicious foods in all of the realms. It makes me happy when you get to eat them, too.”  Lance’s finger danced along the side of Barbatos’s hip. “Asmo says you have a nice butt. I’ll agree.”

Barbatos laughed. “Is that so?”

Lance joined in on the laughter as he nodded his head. “Yes, that is so. I also like your legs. They’re good pillows for when I’m tired. But they also are filled with such grace as you move around doing your chores. Your feet are, too. You can turn at a moment’s notice, both on normal ground and on ice. All of your movements are beautiful.”

Lance’s hand trailed over his tail that was now draped over him. He looked up at his horns. “Then, there’s your tail and your horns. They’re always little treats for me to see since they’re not always there. Every time I do see them, I can’t get enough of them. They add more mystery to you, for me at least. And they’re so incredibly unique, just like you.”

Lance’s gaze drifted to Barbatos’s eyes. “You’re crying.”

Barbatos stilled, one of his hands drifted up to his eyes to confirm that there was indeed a wetness there. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize—”

Lance cut him off with a quick kiss. “Don’t apologize. Can I keep going?”

“There’s more?” Barbatos choked out.

Lance laughed at his shock. “Of course, there is. There’s your personality too—” Lance paused midsentence. His eyes widened ever-so-slightly. “Do you know what’s about to happen?” he asked quietly.

Barbatos narrowed his eyes in confusion. “No, I did not see this moment. Why?”

Lance pulled out of Barbatos’s grip. The demon sat up sniffling, upset that the human was leaving while he was still crying. Lance unzipped his suitcase and dug around before his hands closed around something. Quickly, he came back, jumped onto the bed, and crawled back to Barbatos.

"I love you,” Lance spoke quickly, his heart hammered away quickly. “You’re not just beautiful. You’re also kind and thoughtful and sweet and gentle and loyal and hardworking and funny and intelligent and mischievous and everything I could ever want in someone. I love you more each and every second we spend together. And…” Lance stopped as he started crying. He rubbed at his eyes with one arm as he tried to keep talking. “And I want to spend all of eternity with you. I was going to try and save this for the perfect time on our trip, but,” Lance sobbed as he pulled out a small, wooden box. He opened it to reveal a silver ring with teal accents. On the inside Forever & Always was engraved. “Will you marry me?”

Barbatos grabbed Lance and pulled him forward. His lips crashed onto the human’s, desperately trying to relay the joy and love that was surging through his body. When he pulled away, his eyes fluttered open, revealing just how brightly they were glowing with greed. He remained silent as he moved on the bed and opened the side table’s drawer. He pulled out his own box. He laughed through a sob as he opened it, revealing a black ring with purple accents. Love Immortalized was engraved on the inside.

“I was planning on proposing on this trip as well,” Barbatos spoke with his words shaking. “You beat me to it.”

Lance grinned even as his tears rolled down his cheeks faster. “So it’s a yes?”

“Yes, of course it is, Little Lamb.”

Lance quickly grabbed the demon’s hand and rolled the ring over it. In exchange, Barbatos took the human’s hand and repeated the same action. They smiled at each other before they crushed each other in an embrace. A mess of sobs and giggles passing their lips as the night went on.