#*queue evil laughter

[ceoofyearning]

🫣 prepare for some angst

[cepheusgalaxy]

Living weapon whumpees who are named after actual weapons.... a lw called Kodachi. A lw called Dag, short for Dagger. Lw whumpee called AK-47.

[ddeck]

happy halloween 🎃

happy halloween💥💥💥

here, take a candy to ward off the evil spirits

[lacunafiction]

checked my stats on a whim when i finished the game (it was so good, the way the mystery unravelled was fantastic) and i saw b's romance stat "has shattered Becca. What will this mean for the two of you" and i am ready for... angst? i can't wait! the ending was just really well done on top of everything else. omw to romance the others and try new paths!

Oh, so you’re ready for B angst? So am I. 😏

(Honestly though, B’s ending scenes even when not in romance are ouch, so you B-mancers really are strong, especially if you followed after them instantly to unlock the longer scene. 🧡 So much will happen with the B/MC dynamic! Hopefully you will stand by and support your ‘friend’ just like how they did in Book One.)

 Thank you for your kind words, and I’m excited for you to try new paths! 🌲

[aevumgames]

Damn, I live how much of a wet cat u can make mc I mean, look at this guy, a sneeze in their direction would make them burst into tears

LMFAO, well to be fair, their only family is leaving to enlist in what will likely become a war, not to mention MC's father is likely in his 50's or more and not exactly a young soldier anymore. But yeah, you can definitely have the energy of a sad, wet cat if you choose a lot of emotional options in this section! Maybe MC will be able to cheer up more by the end of the chapter... or maybe they'll have much worse things to cry over. 🤭

[therulerofallpotatos]

Watched Mean Girls w the bros. Some thoughts.

1. A few og lines were so forced. "We don't have a clique problem-" comes to mind.

2. Why did everyone lose their dads? Is there a draft we didnt hear about?

3. Similarly, where did Regina's sister go? I missed her

4. I did really enjoy how they incorporated modern technology and cancle culture into it. 10/10

4. A lot of people's favorite teacher ship just went canon ig. Good for you. Glad u could live your dreams

5. The focus from lesbianism to mental health stigma was p good ngl. 2023 hs is going to react a lot more strongly to perceived cluster B personalities than to an artsy girl being gay

6. That said, the homophobia still being v present is also so real.

7. To the brother who ditched us cuz "I open tomorrow". So do i. It's not that late. Enjoy your fomo lol

(8). Im kidding. Its my job to be a terrible influence. Hence why my nephew will be saying curse words one day while high off sugar.

9. OH! Also Aaron was baby Marshall from How I Met Your Mother. I said it and I regret nothing. I am correct.

[rubctosis]

She wants a kiss

devilofthecresentisle  sent: she wants a kiss // First Five Asks Get A Kiss - accepting 2/5

it’s  deliberate  ;  the  way  in  which  he  seeks  her  out.  side  stepping  everyone  he  passed    —   a  sigh  breaks  the  silence  as  he  finds  himself  within  her  company.  seating  himself  against  the  floorboards   ;  seated beside and left her  to  whatever  task  she’d  been  busing  herself  with.  content  to  soak  in  the  sun  in  a  fleeting  moment  of  peace. and in the moment he kept a glance at the woman, His focus seemed lost, his usually sharp expression clouded in thought. The silence between him and the other person was comfortable, but there was something —an unspoken tension that neither had addressed.

Without warning, he turned. His piercing golden hues locked onto her across the room, an unreadable look passing between them. They barely had time to register the shift before he was in front of them, his hand curling around the back of their neck, pulling them closer.

The kiss was sudden brief, just a flash of warmth before it was gone, just as quickly as it had come. And then, just as abruptly, he pulled away, his gaze meeting theirs with a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes. Without a word, Law turned on his heel, his coat fluttering with the motion as he walked away. His footfalls echoed faintly in the room, leaving a charged silence in his wake, as if he had never been there at all. He left no explanation, no hint of why he had done it—

[mechanicalclown]

Happy Fuck You And Fuck Your Train Friday!! I’m going to a comic store with my mom after we eat lunch at this cool restaurant!!!

@bonk-drinker get ready for this EVERY FRIDAY.

[midnightmoonbeams]

The POOTIS drew Skeletor cackling.

September 16th, 2019

[phenomenalgirl9]

Take a Bite: Jungkook x Reader

Summary: in which Jungkook and you have weird habit and Tae walks in on it.

A/n: This is just something I personally enjoy doing. I hope the person on the receiving end likes it. Just writing random shorts until I get to the mood of writing a fic again. Hoping I'll get there! Sorry if this sucked.

W/c: 300

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none really.

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“Ouch!” Jungkook rubbed the area on his arm that you just bit. “What now?” He wondered.

“You just looked chompable” came the answer making the boy sigh. 

Yeah biting his arm was a thing. It's a way of expressing your cuteness aggression. Sometimes he just looks so much like a snack that you just have to get a bit, yeah quite literally. Specially his arms, his buff arms, be it the tattooed one or the one without. 

“You smell nice” you complimented him, he's fresh out of the shower, his scent and the scent of his soap fill your being as you feel all you stress walk away. 

“You know they say that when you like someone's scent, you're physiologically compatible with them” Jungkook said, with a bunny smile. “I like your scent too” he added and nuzzled his head in the crook of your neck. 

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An evil grinned Tae was spotted, he rushed to Jimin with Tea “You know, I went into Jungkook’s room to tell them that food was ready and Jungkook and Y/n were-” 

“You walked in on them again?” Jin asked “I've always told you to knock-” but he was interrupted 

“No. No. Y/n was bit Jungkook” Tae said and giggled. “Gosh that's worse” Jimin grimanced. 

“Not like that you freaks!” Jungkook's words were heard from the top of the stairs as he came down. “She was biting my arm, with the most innocent intention possible, and this hyung makes it sound so bad. Aigo!” He said.

“You were unfazed” Tae added, and as of on queue Y/n joined Jungkook and the others in the living room. 

“She does it often, I do it too” and just to demonstrate he picked up Y/n’s hand and bit it.

“Ouch what the fuck? You idiot!” You winced and hit him on his chest. Making the rest burst in laughter.

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Masterlist

Networks: @k-vanity @sandsofire

[ranaissingle]

Whispers and Melodies (Pt. 2)

Part 1 Part 2

Summary: She has heard a deep melodic voice speaking to her from a faraway place for decades. Anything from snippets of a longer conversation to roars that shook the very earth she walked on.

Rating: T (For now)

Word Count:

A/N: This story is shaping up to be over 10 chapters so I am trying to queue up some chapters to post with some kind of regularity lol. I hope you enjoy this one! Also, I have created a tag list so comment below if you would like to be tagged in upcoming parts!

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Past (Sometime before Amaranths's Rule UTM)

Rhysand sat at his office in Velaris pouring over mountains of paperwork that he had allowed to pile up right before starfall. He’d spent the better part of 3 days working through the aftermath of the holiday, and he sat now at his desk, he wished he had some type of escape or distraction from the mountain of work that always seemed to follow him. 

A melodic breeze seemed to enter from the window as the trees and winds intermingled before filtering their way through the large windows. The breeze carried notes that came in quick succession and seemed to echo off of each other. The soft feminine voice almost caressed Rhysand's cheek and winded itself around him in a blanket of warmth. He hadn't realized how cold he was until that very moment. His back and arms slowly untensed themselves as he relaxed further into his chaise and as soon as Rhysand felt like he could finally go to sleep, the voice seemed to fade back out the window and only left Rhysand craving more. 

Page break and POV switch (Same time period)

Y/N sat out enjoying the weather amid the hot summer. She had laid out various fruits, bread, and spreads to snack on while she read and hummed away her evening basking in the sun. The wind carried a gentle breeze and various little creatures scurried their way across the grove. All at once, it seemed like the ambient noise around her had become muffled. As if someone had placed a pillow over her ears. Slowly, a voice from the outside seemed to filter through whatever was muffling her hearing. It was laughter. Booming laughter made some deep unknown emotion bubble up inside her. Something that made her heart ache most deliciously. A small smile crept upon her face as she looked out into the distance the first to find where the sound had been emitting from. Nothing but trees and willowing branches blew in the wind, not a soul in sight. The laughter slowly fizzled out as if the sound was creeping back into the forest from whence it came. The retreat left her feeling cold as if a winter breeze had made its way to her from the winter court. 

Rhysand slowly pulled open the door to the room he had been occupying and stepped outside the threshold of the door. As the hinges creaked, the woman’s chopping ceased as she placed her knife on the cutting board before wiping her hands on her apron and turning around. Rhysand strengthened his stance even as the muscles of his thighs burned with the strain. 

“Who are you and how did I get here.” Rhysand’s voice came out firmer than he had thought himself capable of. The woman narrowed her eyes at him and cocked her head to the side.  

“I found you passed out on the beach. You are quite lucky the tides did not pull you into the depths before.” 

Her lips quirked up at the idea as if she was thinking about that very outcome. Rhysand squared his shoulders and steeled himself further. He couldn't be sure that this woman did not have evil intentions. If there was anything he had learned in his 500 years of life, it was that he should never underestimate an opponent just because they were a female. 

“Why would you help me then? Is there something you want in return?” 

Rhysand was grateful enough for the help that she had provided that he was willing to give her something in return. The female rested all of her weight on one leg as she turned her eyes up to the roof and began to contemplate what she would want. She was likely going to ask for a pile of gold or a new cottage of some sort. She looked like she had run through a million possible answers to his question when all at once her eyes widened and her posture stiffened as she blurted out; 

“Waterdrake scales! Could you get me water Waterdrake scales? A lot of them?” 

POV Switch To Y/N

Why did his voice sound so familiar? She swore she’d heard it before but couldn't

Y/n’s hand tightened on the side of the counter that she had been gripping with all of the mother’s strength. What ingredient could possibly stabilize the potion she was working on? She had tried every single combination of Honey possible but it always reduced the potency by some amount. She needed it to be as potent as possible in order to ensure its effectiveness. Firedrake scales were known to increase the shelf life of a potion, but that wasn’t exactly what she needed. She needed something to make sure that the reaction between the crawfish shell and fennel root did not take place and that their effects were enacted on the patient independently of their effects on one another. Could dragon bone work? No, that would just react with the fennel root and make the whole mixture useless. But waterdrake scales? Yes, those could work; it would keep the potion cool enough to prevent reaction while also having a cooling effect on the body when administered which would help with the fevers that often accompany blood loss. Yes, this was perfect! Before she could get any sort of reign on her excitement. 

Y/n blurted out, “Water drake scales! Could you get me waterdrake scales? A lot of them?”

POV Switch to Rhysand 

This female had gone insane. Water Drake scales were the rarest type of scales. Asking for them was equivalent to asking for something more valuable than the cauldron itself. Never mind that he was sure Velaris did indeed have Warwe drake scales, what could this female possibly need water Drake scales for? Rhysand lets his lips quirk up on one side as he takes in the female. 

“What would a spritely female like you need with water drake scales and how are you so sure that I could be the one to provide them for you?” Rhysnad crossed his arms over his chest and stared her down. 

Y/n rolled her eyes while she looked him up and down. “You carry yourself in a manner that befits whatever rank you possess.” She takes a deep breath before continuing,”I have seen a great many males like you, they traipse around as if they own the land they walk on, they trample over the plants and never leave a place the same as when they found it. Your kind is the reason our world will never have any semblance of peace for more than the time it takes to heave a breath.” 

“Oh? You have come to this conclusion after knowing me for all of 10 minutes have you?” 

“Not quite I think. You seem to be less…? Just less I suppose. I can’t exactly put my finger on it but you do not suck the air out of a room the way your brethren tend to. I’ve come to conclusions about your brethren, not necessarily you, it seems.” 

Although Rhysand still did not look pleased, he had already decided to acquiesce to her demands as soon as she had spoken it. He was grateful, after all, for her help in his recovery.  But, he was not going to fetch the scales by himself. If she wanted to get her hands on those scales she would have to contribute to the journey. 

“Alright, if you want the scales you shall have them. However, I am not going on this journey for the impossible by myself. I know where to find them so we can get started whenever you are ready. 

She smiles slightly before speaking. “I think that our journey might have to be held off a couple of days at least.”

Rhysand took the bait. “What, not up for the challenge?”

“No, I’m up for the challenge. You, however, are not.” The smirk on her face was undeniable and Rhysand felt a laugh make its way up his throat. The female was right he was not up to any kind of journey where he would be forced to sleep on the cold hard earth and eat whatever gruel he could salvage. All at once he felt the exhaustion flood him as his body realized he would not be traveling anytime soon. 

She seemed to notice this and anticipated Rhysand’s legs giving out under him before he realized he was getting closer and closer to the polished wood of the floor. She skillfully wrapped her arms around his torso and slowly lowered him to the ground. 

“We need to get you to bed. I already made breakfast so I’ll bring some to you as soon as you’re tucked in. 

Rhysand chuckled, “I’m not a child, gods, you’re more demanding than my brothers.” She cocked her hips to the side before placing her hands on her hips as she stared him down. Rhysands smile never left his face as he raised his palms in defeat and raised himself to his knees before turning on his heel and entering the room he had previously come out of. As the door clicked shut behind him, Rhysand stood in the middle of the cozy room. He hadn’t smiled in 50 years. The muscles felt strangely tight from lack of use. He knew he had to get back to Velaris as soon as possible; his family was probably wondering where he was. But, despite his best efforts he couldn't bring himself to winnow home. It was quite peaceful in this little cottage by the sea. Rhysand eventually sat on the bed and leaned back on his arms as he stared out of the large window across from the bed. It seems Amaranths's reign managed to evade this section of the fae kingdoms. 

Y/N rapped on the door 3 times before opening the door and walking inside. Rhysand smelt a fragrant aroma of ripened fruits and something else warm and minty. She walked up to the small wooden table next to the bed and placed a tray on it. 

“I’ve made you a fruit salad, bread and herbs, and tea. I would make you something more hearty but, considering how malnourished you were upon your arrival, I feel it’s best to start you off on some simpler foods.” Rhysand looked up at her, “Thank you for the meal.” She tilted her head to the side slightly and smiled. “Could I check your temperature?” She raised her hand up towards his forehead but kept her hand from actually touching him. He took the time to look up at her from where he sat on the bed. He nodded his head and waited as she brought the back of her hand to his forehead and placed her hand on her forehead as well. 

“You’re temperature is slightly above what is normal..” The frown on her face deepened as the gears in her mind began formulating some combination of herbs and elixirs to lower the fever. Rhysand kept his gaze on her as she started counting on one hand and mumbling soft indescribable words. Her eyes flicked down to his and she said,“ I’ll have to give you some ginger and chamomile to help lower your fever. ” Her touch felt cool on his warm forehead when he swore he felt his temperature lower a fraction. She then slowly brought her hands down to his neck before looking at him to ask for permission once more. Again, he slowly nodded his head and she pressed one of her delicate fingers against his skin. She removed her finger quickly and kept her gaze on that section of her neck. “It appears as if you are also dehydrated.” 

Her voice trailed off as she continued moving his head slightly. Curiosity overwhelmed him so Rhysand asked, “ You could have done all these tests while I was asleep, could you not?”. She smiled slightly at him as she removed her hands from his cheek and neck and placed them back in her lap. “I don’t think you would have wanted that.” Her gaze settled on him in a way that made shivers run up his already sore spine. Rhysand answered with his own poor excuse of a smirk.

“Eat up, I will start preparing the provisions for our journey and bring you some more water”. She turned to the door and softly clicked it shut behind her. 

Y/N did not expect that being so close to the man would have made her heart beat so fast. The hair on her arms stood up as she attempted to take deep breaths to calm her racing heart. She needed to get started on the preparation as well as figure out the dilemma of how she was going to replicate the properties of water drake scales without having to put them in every single batch of her remedy.  

Rhysand relaxed back into the bed cradling him and felt the tension in his muscles trickle out and gather underneath him in a pool of warmth. They wouldn't be going on a journey, he was sure Majda had some water drake scales stocked up and he planned to winnow them into Velaris as soon as he was better. But she didn't need to know that yet. He quite liked the tranquility of the little cottage on the sea and intended to stay here as long as she would permit him to. Funnily enough, he didn't care to go back home.

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A/N: this had too many POV switches for my taste so I won't be doing that again lol I know it's been a while since I posted but I am trying to get back into the groove of things haha

TAGLIST: @nebarious

[sxii-mafu]

Gaming Partner

In the bustling world of pixels and polygons, Y/N and Silver Wolf found a unique connection through the digital realm. Both hardcore gamers, they navigated through various virtual landscapes, their paths converging in unexpected ways.

Y/N, an avid player of Project Sekai, Genshin Impact, Honkai Impact 3rd, Valorant, and Resident Evil, was a force to be reckoned with in the gaming community. Her prowess in rhythm games was unmatched, her skill in tactical shooters formidable, and her survival instincts in horror games commendable. Yet, she found herself hard-stuck in the Ascendant rank in Valorant, constantly plagued by terrible teammates.

On the other side of the screen was Silver Wolf, equally dedicated but with a different repertoire of games. Project Sekai, Honkai Impact, and League of Legends were his domains. His mastery in the fast-paced action of Honkai Impact and strategic gameplay in League of Legends made him a formidable opponent.

Their worlds collided when Y/N and Silver Wolf found themselves in the same Project Sekai rhythm room. A shared passion for rhythm games sparked an in-game friendship that quickly transcended the digital boundaries. As messages flowed in the chat, a bond formed, and the duo soon realized they had more in common than just Project Sekai.

Silver Wolf tentatively suggested playing a round of Valorant together. Y/N hesitated, knowing the struggles she faced in the solo queue. Despite her reservations, she agreed, eager to share a gaming experience with Silver Wolf.

The first few rounds were challenging. Silver Wolf, a seasoned player in other genres, found himself adapting to the world of tactical shooters. Y/N, accustomed to solo plays, adjusted her strategy to accommodate a partner. The communication flowed seamlessly, and their shared laughter echoed through the virtual battleground.

However, even with their combined efforts, victory eluded them. Y/N remained hard-stuck in Ascendant, and Silver Wolf struggled to break into the world of Valorant. Instead of frustration, the defeats brought them closer. Their shared goal of climbing the ranks became a shared journey, filled with determination and unwavering support.

As their gaming sessions continued, Y/N and Silver Wolf's connection deepened. Their conversations extended beyond strategies and in-game banter, delving into personal stories and shared dreams. Late-night gaming sessions turned into late-night calls, the glow of their screens illuminating the growing affection between them.

Their in-game avatars became representations of their real selves, each pixelated movement echoing the unspoken emotions. Silver Wolf, the stoic warrior in Honkai Impact, found himself softening in the presence of Y/N. Y/N, the resilient survivor in Resident Evil, discovered a partner who stood by her side in every gaming adventure and beyond.

In the vast landscape of their digital worlds, Y/N and Silver Wolf found a love as enduring as any in the tangible realm. The pixels may have defined their meeting, but the emotions were real, transcending the boundaries of screens and wires.

Their journey continued, both in-game and in the tangible world. Y/N and Silver Wolf, once bound by the pixels that brought them together, now navigated the challenges of life side by side. The victories and defeats in their favorite games were mere reflections of the victories and defeats they faced together.

In the end, whether they conquered the Ascendant rank or faced defeat in the virtual arenas, Y/N and Silver Wolf understood that their greatest achievements were the shared moments and the unbreakable bond they forged through the language of pixels and polygons.

And so, their love story unfolded in the glow of screens and the click of keyboards, proving that in the vast expanse of virtual realms, the most profound connections could emerge.

[aquarius-stories-and-story-ideas]

(Commissioned another screenshot edit from @paimaniagalaxia (I'm in love with her art! ^.^). Here we have a screenshot edit from the Victor and Valentino crossover episode. Little Esther is so happy to see her Uncle and he's more than happy to cradle her in his free arm (Cuteness overload!). Here's how I think the ending scene in that episode would play out with Esther in it.)

Esther and the others gathered around the now 'normal' baby that was Cacao. Flug raised his weapon and fired a net at him. He quickly tied the opening shut and picked him up. Esther merely looked at the now tearing up 'baby'.

"Thanks to your help, we have nullified the threat." Praised the scientist.

Victor seemed to be having trouble fully processing the situation. "I just can't believe that Cacao was a monster in disguise this whole time."

"I kinda knew it ever since we did time together." Added Valentino. "By the way, where's my robot butler?" Right on queue a hat butler rolled up next to him. The younger brother grinned. "Butler!" He briefly placed a hand on the robot's shoulder. "I'm going to name you, Butler."

Flug got a stick and tied the bagged baby to it and slung it over his shoulder. Victor gave him a confused look. "I still don't understand. Cacao was a bad guy?"

Flug looked at him. "Um. What do you mean?"

"I'm actually wondering that myself." Said Esther.

Before the scientist could answer the children the sky turned red and dark. Everyone looked up to see red swirling clouds and familiar evil laughter filled the area. Lightning crackled across the sky and everyone was thrown back as a vast thunderbolt struck where they were.

A silhouette of a tall man in a hat holding a cane stood where the group once was. Lightning thundered behind him, revealing the man as Black Hat. Everyone with the exception of Esther and Dementia was terrified of this sudden assurance.

Victor lightly screamed in fright and Flug tried his best to keep a level head. "L-Lord Black Hat!" He shifted to his knees. "We apprehended the hero just as you asked, sir."

Victor looked at him as he bowed in respect to him. "You work for this guy?"

Esther grinned. "Uncle Black Hat!"

She happily ran up to him and he scooped her up in his free arm. This caused Victor to become even more confused. "That's your Uncle?!"

Valentino looked at Black Hat curiously as he held his new robot's hand. "Hey Butler, you kinda look like that funny hat guy."

Black Hat scowled as he turned towards the child. Esther was completely oblivious to everything as she snuggled against her Uncle's form. She placed a hand on his chest as his monocle briefly glowed green a couple of times.

The robot's eyes turned green and exploded. Valentino was taken aback. "B-Butler?!" He knelt down next to the ashes. "Butler?! No, Butler!"

Esther was brought back to reality upon hearing Valentino's crying. Before she could see what was going on Black Hat turned his body away from the scene so she wouldn't see it. Dementia scurried over to Flug and Victor. The scientist was saluting and had a nervous expression on his face. Black Hat walked closer to them with Esther still nestled in his free arm.

"Bring that hero to me." He commanded. He summoned his cane back in his shadow and motioned for his employees to come to him.

"Yes, my Lord." Said Flug and both he and Dementia trotted over to him.

"Cacao." Said the baby as he looked at Victor.

This did not sit well with Victor, who was becoming more confused by the second. "Hero?! But, what about nerd squad and he-he was a monster and-"

Dementia turned to him. "Oh, didn't anyone tell you, kid? We're the bad guys. Except Esther. Tootles." She ran over to Black Hat and put her hands on his shoulders. "Let's go home, hot stuff."

Black Hat scowled at her and placed his other hand around Esther to keep her in place. A bolt of lightning struck where they were standing and they were gone.

Victor was at a loss for words. "What? But, how could? How-how could? How could they be the bad guys? Why was Esther with them if she isn't bad and-and-"

Valentino walked over with the ashes of his robot in his hands and let it drop to the ground. "I'm bad now?"

His brother gave him a hard look. "No! Noooo!"

"I'm bad now."

"No."

He grinned. "I'm bad now."

"Noooo!"

Meanwhile, at Black Hat manor, the gang was transported into Flug's lab. The scientist put the captured Cacao onto one of the tables. He gave the baby a curious look. "Hero, huh? If I may, my Lord, what has this creature done to earn the title of hero?"

Said man looked at him, Esther still in his arms. "Apparently he has a fascination for chocolate and likes to guard cacao trees. Although, I question the decision of giving this creature the title of hero myself."

Esther looked up at her Uncle. "What makes you say that?"

As if right on queue, purple tentacles slithered out of the baby's mouth and tore through the net. Flug stepped back as the baby rose into the air using his tentacles.

Black Hat merely looked at the creature with a neutral expression. "He has a nasty habit of causing massive collateral damage. From the reports I've read, he went undercover because he kept on destroying the towns he lived nearby and the residents weren't too happy with him. This is why that client reached out to us."

Just as Dementia pulled a weapon out of her hair Black Hat turned to leave. "I'll leave you two to clean up this mess. I want that creature contained by dinner time." He looked down at his niece with a soft smile. "He's not really a hero. Just a creature who claims to be. Now, how about we get you cleaned up and have some tea?"

She grinned and hugged him. "I would love that. Thank you, Uncle Black Hat. I love you so much."

He returned the hug. "I love you too, sweetheart."

[aevumgames]

What is the beginning of Those Long Dead like? Well... I'll give a hint. It reminds me of the song In The Room Where You Sleep by Dead Man's Bones. I shan't elaborate.😉

[oceaniddoesstuff]

Hahaa get fucked I don't need to scroll further and your plans don't work. I win. I win this battle. Your psychological warfare is USELESS. I FUCKING BESTED YOU. I BEAT YOU IN BATTLE. I ABSOLUTELY

WIN

Queue the evil laughter of victory.

TRUNCATED DECACHORON

SPREAD THIS ALL OVER TUMBLR FOR NO REASON

[ganymedesbussy]

WIP: roleplay reverse bastille

Crowley was wearing white.

Crowley was wearing white, and gold, and a lovely tawny brown brocade coat that complemented his hair so nicely, really. His long hair was tied back in a queue with a white ribbon, and a white cravat poured lace down his throat like a waterfall.

Crowley was also wearing a pair of iron manacles, almost hidden in the lace dripping over his wrists, and they were connected to a large iron chain that was in turn connected to a ring set in the dirty stone floor.

“Well, well, well, fancy meeting you here,” said a slow voice behind him, and he turned to see Aziraphale leaning against the doorway, eyeing the captive Crowley appreciatively.

Aziraphale was in a deep blue coat, with a black shirt and waistcoat with shining silver buttons. The color matched his eyes, dark and wanting, and Crowley felt a little shiver go up his spine.

Aziraphale stalked closer, circling Crowley like a predator, and smiled. “Now what is my sweet little serpent doing locked up in a place like this?” he hummed, stopping behind where Crowley sat and nuzzling him softly behind the ear.

Crowley leaned back into his touch, feeling Aziraphale’s hands settle on his shoulders. “Oh, you’ll think it’s silly,” he protested, and let his head fall to the side, exposing more soft neck to Aziraphale’s lips. “I just, I had to come, you see - for the books!” A soft snort of laughter and a warning nip of teeth to his skin only encouraged him. “The books, and the operas, you know I had to come and see all the new shows, darling!”

He could feel Aziraphale’s body shaking softly with laughter behind him, and smiled broadly while his husband collected himself. A soft kiss was pressed to his hair, and then the hands on his shoulders traced up and down his arms, to hold his wrists just where the manacles did.

“So, my serpent, you just popped across the channel for a play, during a revolution, looking like this?” Aziraphale released his hands and came around to his front, eyes raking up and down his lovely, aristocratic ensemble and how well it fit his thin frame. “My dear, it’s a wonder no other demons got to you before I could, looking as delicious as all that.” He grabbed the chain binding Crowley’s wrists and pulled him to his feet, and Crowley let himself fall onto Aziraphale’s solid form with a theatrical gasp, earning another upward twitch of Aziraphale’s lips.

“Won’t you help me, darling? Won’t you get me out of these wicked, wicked chains?” Crowley fluttered his eyelashes, looking up at Aziraphale with the fully-serpentine eyes he allowed for scenes like this. “They’re too… full of human… evil? I can’t break them myself, I need someone just as wicked to release me.”

Aziraphale leaned in and ghosted his lips over Crowley’s jaw. “And what if I don’t? What if I want a release of my own? After all, it’s not every day one gets a captive angel to play with. I could spend ages devouring a tasty little morsel like you.” His voice dripped like honey into Crowley’s ear. “After all, gluttony was always my favorite sin.”

Oh god, he could feel his cock starting to strain against his breeches. “I - ah - I can’t, darling. I’m not supposed to--”

“Oh but you want to, don’t you, my dear?” A soft hand stroked up his thigh, cupping him. “You’ve even made me such a lovely little toy to play with.”

“S’not little,” Crowley muttered, earning a ‘hush’ and a gentle swat before Aziraphale drew back and gestured at the ceiling, the chain obediently shifting to draw Crowley’s arms up over his head.

“Now, my sweet one, why don’t you just let me indulge myself a little, and then I’ll let you go, hmm?” His hands were at the little golden buttons of Crowley’s waistcoat, slipping them open, and sliding over the pale shirt underneath. “You don’t have to do a thing. Surely Heaven couldn’t object to that?”

He had something - a laugh, a snarl, a snarky reply - but Aziraphale’s fingers found his nipples through his shirt and pinched, and it was gone. He gasped softly, arching his back to press into the angel’s touch, only to have it draw back. Aziraphale smiled archly at him before finally - finally! - closing in for a kiss.

His lips were soft and warm against Crowley’s, and he tasted like sunlight and vanilla and tingling ozone. His skin was so blessedly warm, and Crowley wanted nothing more than to melt into it.

So he did.

He let himself surrender, mouth opening at the gentle touch of Aziraphale’s tongue. Soft hands tugged his shirt free of his breeches and slid over his skin, one holding him against Aziraphale’s body as the other returned to pinch and roll at his nipple. Crowley whimpered and pressed himself closer, trying to tease Aziraphale’s tongue further into his mouth so he could suck on it properly. At that, Aziraphale chucked against him and nipped at his lower lip before pulling free, and Crowley didn’t realize he had closed his eyes until he opened them to see heat and amusement glinting in his lover’s.

“Well, isn’t someone impatient? All in good time, my love.” He pressed another quick kiss to Crowley’s mouth, then sank to his knees. Crowley watched as Aziraphale thumbed the clocks of his ochre stockings and slid his hands up the backs of his calves, along the seam. “Such lovely clothes, my dear, I can see why you’d be loath to part with them.”

“Minx.”

And then that smiling mouth was on him again, Crowley’s breeches undone and let fall away, and Aziraphale’s lips and tongue and teeth were exploring the wiry expanse of his thighs. Aziraphale nipped at the line of his hips, pressed kisses into the skin of his belly, and thoroughly ignored the cock rubbing against his chin and cheek. He shifted Crowley’s knees wider so he could bite and suck at the softest part of his inner thighs, hard enough to leave marks.