#Bitches need to get slapped in the face with gloves again

[weepingwillow2000]

I don’t understand how someone’s morality is more important then the people around them.

Like someone was going off on how, “well I’m still not voting for either because she’s STILL a cop lover and this and that and bah!”

And then i check their acc and they’re like,

“hey guys help fund my trans bf top surgery :3”

And alll i can think of is, you’re willing, you’re willing to put your OWN BOYFRIEND in risk. You’re willing to put his rights and everyone elses around you at risk because you want to cross your arms and turn your back to it all and say, i don’t want to?

You’re willing to make it HARDER then it is for him to live, to be seen as a human being with the right to live? To be treated with basic respect?

even if you don’t believe it WILL happen. You’re willing to risk that?

[inkdrinkerworld]

hi! maybe logan getting worried/protective over u after u get injured during a mission? 🥺🩷

Canon level (based on the comic books mostly) wounds and violence (it’s nothing too gory besides the wound description)

“Move out of my fucking way Scott,” you hear him before you see him which isn’t really a good sign.

You’d gone on a mission the same time he was out on one too, and though it had just been a simple recon mission, things got heated quick.

Zeitgeist was a bitch like usual, and you weren’t as fast as you might’ve been had there not been a falling child to save.

So now, your entire right side is rippled under the acid of his spit and you can’t deny the agony you’re in.

“She’s fine,” Scott says but you know your boyfriend.

He pushes past him and is at your side almost instantly. Your eyes take a moment to adjust to him being so close but when they settle on his face, the clear panic and worry is clear to see.

“I’m fine, Lo.” You say, teeth gritted through each word as Charles asses the wound.

You’re no longer in your suit, just in a pair of pants and a sports bra, your hair is drenched and Logan can only guess they just hosed you down to get rid of the majority of the acid.

It still burns like a bitch and you can’t hide that from the man who knows you so well.

“Bullshit,” he grumbles, hands brushing back the hair from your face. “Can’t you all do something instead of just fucking staring at it?”

The question is packed with worry that none of them are accustomed to seeing on Logan, but you swear you see Ororo smirk.

She’d been the only one to notice his soft underbelly- well beside you.

“We’re waiting for Hank to bring the antidote Logan,” you say gently, stroking his tense forearm. “I’m fine baby.”

It’s the ‘baby’ that softens him, that gets him to take a deep breath and press his forehead into yours.

“Fucking scared me,” he murmurs and the others all find themselves busy- besides Scott, he wants something to tease the man about as per the rules of their friendship. “Don’t do that shit again.” His hands are on your neck, thumbs under your chin so you can’t look away.

“I didn’t really have a choice, I had to save the kid.” He nods, pressing his lips to your temple. Hank saves him from blowing up again when you wince and the green acid bubbles a little more.

“Fucking finally, what took you so long?” He grunts, Hank only shaking his head as he pours the blue liquid over your wound.

“Fuck,” you cry out, hand itching to press against your side or slap Hank’s hands away but Logan stops you.

“Fucking say something next time, yeah big guy?” He growls but then you hiss again and he’s all focused on you again.

“You’re good, you’re okay bub.” It’s whispered straight into your hairline and if you were a little more cognizant you’d notice that Logan can’t stop glaring at the wound.

“We caught it in time, the antidote won’t reverse the burn completely, but it will be soothing it and fixing the majority of it.” Hank pulls on gloves, the snap of it on his wrist filling the room. “There’s a salve you need to put on it for the healing process.”

“Thanks Hank,” you whisper, much too tired for much else. “Can I go now?” Logan notices then how utterly exhausted you look and sets aside his anger and worry for a moment to dote on you.

“Yes, but Logan monitor the wound and how it heals over the next few weeks. The skin should be back to normal when the salve is done.” The professor says and Logan nods dutifully before picking you up off the med and taking the salve from Hank.

“C’mon, pretty girl.” He takes you back to your room and is smearing the salve on your side. “You’re not doing that shit again, I swear to whatever there is.”

You give him a small smile, “Getting hurt is part of it Logan, I can’t avoid that completely.”

He frowns and then presses a kiss right above your wounded side. “You don’t get how scary it is to hear, ‘she’s in the infirmary, an acid wound’, I nearly ripped Bobby in half.”

You stretch a hand to bury in his hair. “I know baby, but this was just a one time thing. Zeitgeist isn’t exactly unscathed either.”

Logan smiles, his lips pressing into your unblemished skin again. “Fire burns Logan, what can I say.”

“You’re fucking perfect, you know that?” You giggle a little, more so when he holds your cheeks and stamps a kiss to your lips. “Get some shut eye, m’gonna get one of the kids to make you soup.”

[sparklingcid3r]

I promised a rumble rundown, so that’s what I’m gonna do. Let’s go🙏 also here's the yt vid i used lol

0:14-0:17

Paul says, “Hello, Darrel. Long time, no see” and then immediately starts checking him out with that upside down smile, ik what u think abt 👁️👁️

0:24-0:27

“I’ll take you” yeah Paul I’m sure u will 🙄 Darry’s cold af w the staredown tho, it’s unfortunate that Pony and Soda have do a full head turn to look at each other like “IKKK he ain’t j said that”

0:27-0:31

DALLAS MY GLORIOUS KING ARRIVES,, shirtless??? And the crowd goes mild‼️ Pony also gets popped in the face and down he goes, it was so good that he was here for just a little bit, everyone say bye now bc the next time he shows up in the fight u won’t even know it’s him I’m deadass

0:48-0:55

Soda is ripping into this guy right, my baby’s a champion!! And then gets up and kinda… walks past Steve getting his ass beat lmao. He even puts his hand on Steve’s shoulder to steady himself as he goes by😭

He just misses the mean double gut punch Steve tanks like the unit he is, because Steve GRABS THIS MAN’S PUNCH and RIPS one across his face, it was beautiful. Masterclass in the ring I’m afraid

0:56-0:58

Okay. I need to give yall the play by play for this single two-second sequence because it was genuinely the greatest clip of cinema I’ve ever seen in my life.

Paul’s got Darry out of frame and he’s confident, dare I say cocky. He’s doing the universal hand signals for “Cmon, hit me bro.”

And I’m gonna say this next part softly. Lean in and listen to me:

When I tell u that Darry clocks Paul in the face, I don’t mean he just clocks Paul in the face. Darry rises like a phoenix from the ashes and swings so hard that everyone around him can feel the aftershocks. Paul has just experienced the equivalent of a steel boxing glove to the dome. Teeth are flying. Paul will have no recollection of this moment for the rest of his life. Take a look at this.

Alr now we back up because YOU CAN SEEEE THE MOMENT OF REALIZATION. This man starts BAILING. The minute Darry spins back, Paul’s got bug eyes, all “Hold up. Wait a minute. He really ‘bout to clock my shit.” He did not want that smoke NEARLY as much as he thought he did, and ykw? I don’t blame him 🤷‍♀️ 

Letting yall know that I had to go back and slow down the playback speed so that I could bask in the glory that is Darrel Curtis’s behemoth of a punch. Geologists are losing their minds wondering how volcanoes are erupting and mountains are shifting, unaware of what just happened in Tulsa, Oklahoma.

1:00-1:03

Dally bitch slapping a dude is a great way to kick off the one-minute mark, and a good kick to the ribs just for funsies ig. U go girl🫶

1:04-1:07

Hottest Two-Bit has ever looked sorry

1:19-1:21

Alr Dally is literally picking people up and WWE rocking their shit as he slams them to the ground. That kid was dropped neck first. How did Pony not have to write a sequel.

1:22-1:24

Just an entire sequence dedicated to Soda mewing even as he gets bitched in the face. It’s alr tho, he got his get back

1:47-1:49

Istg I’m not tripping, u listen and u can hear Pony screaming for Darry yall I thought this was supposed to be a good time, I’m actually sobbing

1:55-2:01

STEVE CLUTCHES UP??? DEADASSSS that was the CLEANEST three-shot KO I’ve ever seen, then he body flips the guy behind him??? I WASN’T FAMILIAR W UR GAME, RANDLE 🙏

2:09-2:15

The Socs are kind of getting ready to retreat at this point but rq we gotta check in on the exes, Paul’s getting clowned on again lmfao.

This man tried to kick Darry, then when Darry’s got his foot and is getting ready to spin him like that pigskin, he’s PULLING on Darry’s HAIR??? Man, just leave 😭 ur cooked. And the last time we see him, he’s CRAWLING AWAY😭😭 at least STAND UP

2:24-2:27

Pony’s getting washed in a 6v1 it ain’t his fault this time, bless up. Luckily my goat Darrel Shaynne Curtis Jr. pulls up and literally starts throwing bodies. Absolutely spectacular that I get to live in the same lifetime as this movie.

2:30-2:32

Darry’s asking, “Ponyboy, you okay?” and some NOBODY tries to grab Darry’s shoulders. Who do u think u are???

3:35-3:45

Greasers get the W👏

So in conclusion I think we can all agree that if u are locked in an iso with Darry, just offer up ur cheek and get it over w. Ur not getting the dub. Roll down ur sleeves and go home, ur benched.

Sorry this is messy af, I'm just having fun rn LMFAO

[minuteman46]

Ok beautiful Mistress gets her slave back on his knees commanding him to beg for her big black cock, and he does and then she tells him that he wasn’t begging harder and that he needed to beg harder or he would be locked back up in her dungeon……. So slave begs harder and harder for her black cock and Mistress is still not pleased with her bitch slave on begging for it so Mistress slaps her bitch slave with her black gloves until it almost knocks him out, so Mistress then tells her slave to get up and beg like the bitch he was, so her bitch does a better job after she about knock the shit out of him with her gloves……. So Mistress tells him that was better so he could have her black cock so she tells him to come over there and she would fuck his mouth, but first she makes him lick it and suck it really good then she says here we go bitch and starts fucking his mouth really hard and makes him deep throat it a lot until he is gagging and while she does it she has his leash and pulls it really hard where it chokes him at the same time and he is begging her for mercy but she doesn’t listen to her slave instead she takes her black cock and slaps him silly in the face until it does knock him out…………. So Mistress wakes him back up and says to him now are ya going to beg me again to stop bitch and he answers her and says no,no,no,no, Mistress I won’t do that again and she says you better not or it will be worse next time bitch……………………… So Mistress now says it’s now time for the fun to begin, she tells him to cum over there while she is lubing her big black cock and she tells him first what she is going to do is lock his cock up that wasn’t allowed to touch it this time, so she does and puts the key around her neck, then she starts to lube her slaves ass up really good then she says 1,2,3, here we go bitch and starts fucking the shit out of her slave and it turns her on so much that she starts to play with her pussy and then she cums several times while she is fucking the shit out of her slaves ass, and she says I am the only one that cums today bitch do you understand and he says yes Mistress and says good and she starts to fuck his ass harder that it hurts him so bad but he don’t dare beg her to stop because he knows what will happen he just sits there on his knees and takes it like a good little bitch that he is, and after she is done she makes him clean her cock good really good and then she takes her strap-on off and pulls her slave over to her pussy and tells him to clean her pussy juices off until she was pleased………………….

[mintmatcha]

i am so horrifically into virgin tomura in the modern au like if you are able PLEASE elaborate on him more im obsessed

"Yo, newbie!" Your voice cuts through the heavy beat of his music. "Need a ride home?"

Tomura doesn't remove his headphones. He just unties his apron and jams it into the locker, slamming the door after. His skin itches with how you watch him, twirling your little lanyard with your shitty smile.

"No."

"Aw, come on. I'm not letting you walk home- it's freezing out there." You pat your thighs and whistle low, beckoning him closer. "Come here, boy! Come on, get in the car-"

It takes a second for him to realize what you're doing.

"I'm not a fucking dog."

Your smile grows even bigger. "Oh yeah? Then, quit acting like a bitch."

Thump. Tomura's chest pounds and he's not sure why. Just one, weird heartbeat, just enough to knock him off of his guard. The sound blasting in his ear ends, a gap of static just before the next one roars to life. Your eyes crinkle as you watch him and you both know that you're won.

He follows you to your car like the dog he is.

"Hold on, let me-" You scramble over the seats, feet kicking outside the car as you toss bits of trash and clothing into the back seat. Tomura pretends not to notice the thong you've tucked into the glove box-- but he'll be remembering that.

"This is a shitbox."

"At least I own a car, bitch," you say, tossing him your phone. He barely catches it; the cracked screen eats into the pads of his fingers. "Put your address in and lets go."

Against better judgement, he opens the passenger side door and slides it. The heater is roaring, ranking out as much lukewarm air as it's little engine can muster. The warmth loosens his tight joints and for a second he's grateful.

Then, the sticky, sweet scent of fruit hits him, lingering in the back of is nose and in his mouth. It's peachy, maybe even melon, with some sort of something on the back that has him sniffing the air even as he grimaces.

"What the fuck is that smell?"

"My perfume, you bitch," you laugh, jamming the car into drive. "I'm going to the club later and want to smell good.."

"You smell like fucking..." He knows this scent. Tomura furrows his brow, trying to come up with it. "White gummy bears."

"That's exactly what I was going for!" You slap the wheel excitedly. As the car rolls into the highway, lights strobing by, Tomura finds himself watching how it hits the planes of your face. "Smell like a snack and hope someone eats you later."

You're pretty. Nice, too. There's no doubt that someone isn't going to snatch you up and spread you open tonight, probably someone strong and tall and hot-

"Whore." He says it and hopes you don't hear the jealousy.

"Aw, okay, Mr. Grumpy. Maybe take a shower and you'll find your own fuck buddy for the night.

"Some of us are ugly."

"I think you're pretty cute."

He waits for the punchline, the jab, the tease, but it doesn't come. The compliment, as weak as it is, just sits there between you, waiting to be acknowledged. He breathes in through his nose and tastes the sweet air again.

"Thanks."

"Don't thank me-- it's just the truth."

Just like the scent, that statement lingers, haunting him even as he leaves your car and goes inside his shit hole apartment. It smells like weed and burnt popcorn, but his mouth is still damn with the candy sweet thought of you.

"Yo, buddy, I'm going to the store for munchies." Spinner is there and already blazed, swaying side to side as he talks. "Want anything?"

Tomura usually says no, but today he surprises himself.

"Pack of gummy bears."

[dawnofh]

Getting saved by 141 [Headcannon]

Price

Disappointment but not surprised, how hard was it to stay put and don’t get kidnapped?

Made an entire rescue mission just to get you back.

Was the first face you saw when he came to your aid.

“I’ve got you Son.” Reassured you that you were alright and in safe hands.

“I’m sorry Sir, I told them about the team’s whereabouts…” could care less that you gave them information, more about the fact you were tortured for it.

Shines a flashlight in your eyes and tells you to follow it just to make sure you’re still functioning.

Is angry but not at you, likely at himself for allowing one of his own to be taken.

Will offer to carry you on his back if you can’t walk.

Patches up your wounds by himself, warns you in advance when disinfecting the wounds, “This is going to hurt like a bitch so suck it up.”

10/10, give this man father of the year. Don’t expect candy from this man, he will offer you a cigar though.

You’re on probation. Don’t even try change Price’s mind. He’ll just give you a pat on the back and apologise, “It’s for your own good, Kid.”

Checks up on your mental state daily and recommends you a military councillor.

Ghost

Knight in military uniform.

Sneaks into the warehouse you’re being held captive in.

Stealthy asf, no one ever sees this man coming and if they do then it’s already too late.

Jumpscare.

If he isn’t opening fire then he’s probably throwing knives into necks.

Throws you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes if you’re injured, doesn’t matter what injury, he’s just not patient.

Stabs adrenaline into you to keep you alive.

“You breathing, Soldier?” Gently slaps your face to keep you awake.

Will undress you from your uniform without second thought to patch up a wound so you don’t bleed out.

Sits next to you on the plane ride back to monitor your state. If you were unconscious when he found you then he’d allow you to lay on his shoulder but if you’re conscious he’ll make sure you stay that away until you’ve received medical attention.

If you’re the former then he’s probably not the best face to wake up to.

“Holy shit, am I dead?” “You nearly were.” “Because I’m seeing a Ghost.” “I still don’t find you funny.”

He definitely killed everyone in that warehouse for harming one of his own but will never admit that to you and simply just tells you, “Everything is taken care of, Kid. Go rest up.”

Puts you on probation and during that probation he’ll teach you some moves so that he doesn’t have to save you again.

Soap

*Panicked Scottish noises*

Radios you over and over to try get your location, when he finds out you’ve been taken he goes into Captain Mactavish mode.

Doesn’t really make a plan, runs straight into danger. Definitely blows something up just to live up to the demolition expert title.

Would quite literally NOT tackle someone out of a window onto a car but simply will throw them out of one. That Captain Mactavish mode has its limits.

Rushes to your side and cuts off your restraints. Cups your face with his gloved hand and tilts your head back and forth to check for any head injuries. You could be staring him dead in his eyes and he’d still check your pulse.

Will fireman carry you if you can’t walk or you’re unconscious.

Clicks his fingers in your face and then asks you how many fingers he’s holding up. You look at him dumbfounded, “5…?” “Fuckin hell you need medical treatment…”

If you’re falling off to sleep then he’ll keep you awake by teaching you some Scottish slang. “So you’re telling me that Elizabeth or Lizzie is slang for…coffin dodger?” “Or old cunt.” “I will be sure to use that more often now.” “Aye but do be careful of who you’re saying it around. You know how Brits get.” “……”

Gets Price to put you on probation even if the injuries aren’t serious. He’s just not taking any chances.

Gaz

“You broken?”

Panic mechanic Gaz.

Acts on his knee jerker responses to which needs Price to hold him back and keep him in check.

Threw tear gas through the vents and came through the roof opening fire. Couple of knives went through eyes, one of them nearly hit you. So much for a rescue mission.

Gaz would probably stare at you if you’re unconscious to see if you’re breathing or not. Gets up real close to your face, “Okay good, you’re still alive.” He was just afraid to be the one to collect your dog tag so he didn’t want to check your pulse.

Doesn’t have enough muscle mass to pick you up so would either drag you out of danger or let you lean on his shoulder.

Gaz is definitely the type to over bandage you, “Can never be to safe than sorry.” You looked mummified after he’s done with you.

Will let you sleep on his lap if he found you unconscious, after every 5 minutes he put a finger below your nose to check if you’re still breathing.

If he found you awake he tries his best to keep you awake, “Hey buddy, keep your eyes open or else you’re going to die.”

Doesn’t sugarcoat, tells you exactly what injuries you have, “I think your knee is dislocated, do you want me to relocate it now?” “Sergeant, please don’t.” Will relocate it anyway.

Tells you about his life story and how he got recruited into 141, “I was born at a very young age.” He really tries to lighten the mood.

Threatens to shatter your kneecaps if you don’t take at least 5 weeks off.

[theslvttysimp]

MC Dyes Their Hair

Just silly little head canons since I colored my hair again recently.

Lucifer

~ Doesn't mind that you color your hair, why would he? Just please try not to get color on the sink.

~ Will help you if you ask, will properly grab a tinting brush and comb and get the spots you missed.

~ Will get a rag and wipe away the color on your skin around your hairline, ears, and neck.

~ Will get slightly annoyed if you stain the tub. Just clean it up, MC.

~ Will always compliment your new hair color and how great it looks on you.

~Don't ask if you can color his hair because his answer will always be NO.

Mammon

~ Will help if you ask him, but he'll make such a mess.

~Screw the tinting brush, he's using his bare hands to slap the color on for you.

~Will get so much color on your forehead and ears, but will have so much fun helping you.

~ Wants to match with you so he'll take some hair color and put some on the tips of his hair.

~ Will totally deny it though, The Great Mammon just wanted to try something new. Why would he want to match with a human? (He totally wanted to match he's lying.)

Asmo

~ He asked you if he can help with your hair. He loves getting close to you and love anything beauty related. It's a win win!

~ Will color your hair flawlessly. He puts cream around your hairline and ears so no color stains, uses the best color safe shampoo and conditioner, and will even blow-dry and style your hair for you after!

~ I hope you're photo ready, because he's going to take hundreds of photos with you and your new color. His favorite human just looks So beautiful, how can he not?!

~Will make sure EVERYONE in the HOL knows you colored your hair, and will NOT leave the room until they complement you at least once.

~ Will constantly gawk over your new hair and play with it.

Beel

~ Will help if you ask but will have no idea what he's doing.

~If you have scented hair color, he will give one a taste, don't be surprised if his lips are stained a crazy color.

~ Definently didnt use gloves, hands will be stained for days.

~ His strong fingers feel so good massaging your scalp when shampooing your hair. <3

~ If there's color in the sink, he'll clean it for you. He'll try cleaning the stains he main on your forehead too.

~ Absolutely loves your new color, you got him blushing over here!

Levi

~ He'll help you but you need to wait until he finishes the level he's on.

~Will 100% try to convince you color your hair like Ruri-Chan.

~ He realizes he's going to hair to get close to your face, he becomes a nervous wreck. Blushing, shaking, sweating, be patient with him he's trying.

~ You have to wash your own hair though, he almost died when he accidentally brushed his finger against your cheek, give him a minuet to reboot from that.

~ When you're on your knees bent over the bathtub with your booty in the air this man is SWEATING. He turns around and looks the other way so he doesn't faint right then and there.

~ LOVES your new hair color and has you try on some cosplay outfits. With the hair color you look just like the one character from the anime That One Time My Dog Bit Me And I Became A Sexy Goblin Dog Succubus And Took Over The World! You need to try this cosplay on, MC!

Satan

~ May huff a little when you ask to help, but he can't say no to you.

~ Does the best out of all the other brothers tbh. He's neat, precise, get ZERO hair color on you anywhere. He uses gloves, the brush, hair clips. You start to question if he's a professional or not.

~ Will chat your ear off about a book he recently finished while doing your hair.

~ His slender fingers dance around your scalp when washing your hair, practically putting you to sleep.

~ Will towel dry your hair and brush it for you.

~ Will compliment you like a gentleman, and then go read a book on the hair coloring process so he's better prepared for next time.

Belphie

~ Will 100000% bitch and moan when you ask him to help. When you tell him never mind and that you'll find someone else, he bitches some more saying he was only kidding. ( He wants to help, he's just smart ass we all know this.)

~ Kind of rough? Not enough to hurt you, but enough to raise an eyebrow at

~ Lowkey having the time of his life, but he wont show it.

~ Makes a little bit of a mess on your skin, he wont clean it though.

~ " accidentally" dropped a little dollop on your chest and conveniently that's the only mess he cleaned on your skin.

~ Wants to take a quick nap on your lap while the color is sitting on your hair. Wake him up when it's time to wash it.

~ Will compliment your new hair color with sleepy eyes. All this hard work made him tired, now to repay him you need to nap with him. ( Use your own pillow MC, please don't stain his)

[gravehags]

you send me

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x f!Reader (Curator!Reader)

Rating: Teen

Tags: Terzo being Terzo, Copia snapping, Secondo is a shit head, Primo is just trying to play a nice game of Uno, introductions

Words: 1,082

Summary: You've never met a Satanic pope before. He sure is something.

a/n: just a short little baby fic because I needed reader to meet Terzo desperately because I know it would make Copia absolutely infuriated. Cheers.

divider by @gothdaddyissues!

“Son of a bitch,” you spit, watching a paper from the stack you’re holding drift towards the floor and under the table you’re working at.

With a frustrated noise, you slam the stack on the surface and get down on your hands and knees to retrieve it. The paper, of course, had landed a couple feet away, causing you to crawl underneath the heavy piece of furniture. Your fingers just about have it when you hear a low chuckle from behind you. It startles you so much that you jerk your head, slamming it into the hard surface above you.

“Fuck,” you hiss, trying your best to clamber off the ground and confront whoever is watching you. When you finally stand, straightening your skirt, your eyes land on a most peculiar figure. He’s slight, wearing a black and white suit. Jet black hair, parted in the center of his head, frames a face covered in paint designed to look like a stylized skull. The paint isn’t odd to you - you have of course seen Cardinal Copia’s paints - but somehow he seems more important than anyone you have met thus far at the abbey.

“You’re staring, bella,” he purrs in a seductive voice, “am I so very nice to look at?”

Jesus. You fumble over your introduction, sticking out a hand for him to shake. He takes it within both of his own white gloved hands and pulls you closer to him.

“I,” he begins, “am called Terzo Emeritus. You may call me ‘Terzo’ if you like. Or perhaps ‘Papa’, if you’re into that,” he says with an exaggerated wink.

“Huh…? Oh shit you’re him? You’re the Satanic pope? I am so sorry, your…unholiness.”

He looks like he’s trying to stifle a laugh as he continues to squeeze your hands in his.

“No need for titles, bella,” he whispers conspiratorially. “Whatever you call me, I’m all yours.”

Somehow he’s gotten even closer to you, so much so that you can smell the hair product he uses. You’re about to say something awkward when behind Terzo you see a flash of red.

“Cardinal!” you half-shout as he approaches, a frown on his face. “Thank God you’re…I mean…we were just…”

“Capisco, signorina. I understand exactly what is happening here. How good of Papa to visit his new employee.”

The look in Copia’s mismatched eyes - funny how they both have those eyes - is positively venomous. Odd. Terzo steps away from you and slaps Copia on the back with surprising force, causing him to jolt forward.

“Cardinale, your timing as always is impeccable,” he croons with a grin toying at his lips. “I am quite impressed with your bellissimo curatore you’ve been going on about for weeks now, eh?”

You flush and look down at your feet. Copia’s been talking about you? When you look back up he’s as red as you are, staring daggers at Terzo who has a beatific smile on his face.

“We will have to chat again soon, cara,” Terzo says in that low voice again. Copia’s eye twitches.

“Of course, thank you for stopping by Terzo,”

He gives you a lingering smile before turning on his heel and brushing past Copia, who is still standing there looking annoyed.

“Shall we begin?” you say softly, gesturing to the pile of papers on the table. He blinks and the sour expression is gone, looking at you with kind eyes.

"Sì, signorina. Let us get to work.”

—-

“There he is!” Terzo crows from his spot at the round table. Copia walks in, removing his biretta and tossing it on a side table. Secondo has a foul grin on his lips and Primo looks exhausted.

“I was just about to tell them about the new curatore,” he announces, as Copia takes the seat next to him, shoulders tense.

“Well go on,” Secondo says, tapping his cigar on the ashtray in front of him. Terzo makes a dramatic fainting motion and Secondo wiggles his eyebrows.

“Beautiful,” Terzo says, breathless. “Paffuta.” He makes a lewd squeezing motion with his hands and Copia’s gloves squeak as he balls his own hands into fists. Primo is watching him quietly from his side of the table but says nothing. “Matura,” Terzo continues with a growl.

Secondo blows a stream of smoke out of his nose and makes a thoughtful noise.

“I’ll have to see her myself. Perhaps she prefers someone older,” he says with a faint sneer. Terzo scoffs and lightly slams his fists on the table.

“You should have seen the way she was looking at me today fratellino,” he begins, “Wide eyes and everything. Positively smitten.”

Secondo rolls his eyes. “Maybe she’ll like Primo, eh?” He leans over and nudges the brother in question who is still silently observing Copia. “He can tend her garden.”

The two brothers erupt in raucous laughter. Copia has heard enough.

“Silenzio!” he shouts, banging his hands on the table and rising. “Do not speak of her as if she is some sibling you can fuck and then discard!” Primo lets out a deep sigh while Secondo gently sets his cigar in the ashtray. Terzo, however, looks entirely too pleased with himself.

“I knew it,” he whispers, “I knew you were besotted with her!”

Copia opens his mouth to say something, but finds himself at a loss.

“The way you went on and on and on about her for weeks before she even moved in. I knew it!” Secondo chuckles and Primo looks disappointed.

“Terzo,” he begins quietly, “you could have simply asked him instead of riling him up.”

“Eh, this was more fun,” he says, waving a hand dismissively at his brother. Copia is still standing and fidgeting with his hands. He wants to speak up and deny it but finds the lie offensive. Sensing his anxiety, Primo speaks up again.

“Why don’t you bring her to us, Copia? I would very much like to meet her.”

Copia nods, still fidgeting.

“Sì…sì, I will. She is…” he falters for a moment, trying to search for the appropriate word, “kind. I have not known her long but from what I have seen she is…lovely.”

His face is practically glowing at this point as Terzo cat calls and then is harshly cut short by Primo laying a firm slap to his arm.

“Looking forward to meeting this kind curatore,” Secondo comments, once again picking up his cigar. “Does she like bolognese?”

Huh. He doesn’t know. Copia plans to ask you the next time you meet.

[artzychic27]

Okay how about some redeem Chloé and Science Kids headcanons?

Jean: Lacey, my slapping glove, please?

Lacey: *Hands them a purple glove* Here you are.

Jean: Thank you... *Slaps Chloé across the face with his glove* Good, I have your attention. You! Need! Some! Self! Respect! Girl! Enough of the bratty rich girl routine! It’s not a personality! You’re just copying your bitch mom!

Chloé: I-

Denise: We’re not done, here. Now, you’re gonna attend a nice long therapy session with us. It’s we go to vent about a few of your classmates, mostly Marinette, and then pretend the cranberry juice is wine to forget our troubles… We drink a lot of cranberry juice.

Chloé ends up venting A LOT at group therapy, going into detail about her disdain for her egg donor, how she wants to be more independent but doesn’t know how, how she loathes Marinette for doing horrible things yet getting off scot free, and how she wants a descent friendship with Adrien but Marinette and the girl squad keep preventing that

Simon: Oh, now that’s just harsh.

Denise: You’re trying to be good, aren’t you?

Chloé: I am, but they don’t believe me. They only give me a chance when Marinette convinces them!

Marc: That’s kinda… Bitchy.

Chloé: I know!

Later, they start inviting Chloé to group sleepovers, which she discovers Nathaniel is a part of as well

Chloé apologizes for getting him Akumatized, and to her surprise, he forgives her and even says how the Science Kids talked him through how that drawing of Marinette was kind of creepy

Chloé: Well, you’re WAY less of a creep than her.

Nathaniel: Beg your pardon?

Chloé doesn’t leave anything out when she tells Nathaniel all the things city workers have told her about the times some blue haired girl tried to scale the walls of the Agreste mansion

Now she, Zoé, and Nathaniel have a betting system where they bet how Marinette will stalk Adrien this week

Nathaniel usually wins all of them

Chloé even begins taking shelter with him and the Science Kids during Akuma attacks and discovers that it’s kinda nice being in a group instead of running around like a nut job

It doesn’t take long for the Akuma Class to notice how close they are, and Marinette pulls Nathaniel aside to talk guiltrip him into stop hanging out with Chloè

But, hanging around Jean and Chloé have helped his confidence, so he shuts that down quickly

They gossip with Jean, Zoé, and surprisingly Mireille about everyone at school. Turns out, M. Grotke has a crush on M. Monlataing

Zoé helps change up her style to something less… Audrey

Now Chloé’s got her hair down, she’s wearing descent makeup, a yellow crop top, white wide leg pants, and a comfortable pair of sneakers the Science Kids and Nathaniel all draw on

Chloé finally gets a minute alone with Adrien and tells him upfront she’s been working on changing herself for the better and hopes that they can be friends again

Adrien gives her a chance and even invites her to get some frozen yogurt after school. Yay!

Of course, the Science Kids are proud and immediately group hug her the next day while ignoring the scowl on Marinette’s face

Marinette finally confronts them as to why they’re suddenly friendly with Chloé after everything she’s done to her

Jean: … Uh, she got me Akumatized, ya know. And, we’re cool now.

Denise: She called me ‘Meathead’ for five years. I’m over it.

Lacey: No sweat up my ass.

Marc: You’re not the only person she’s hurt. Besides, we can be friends with whoever we want.

Ismael: Yeah, as long as she ain’t a TERF, she’s cool. Plus, she knows how to skateboard, and that is something I was not expecting.

Aurore: I’m cool with her.

Zoé: Who else will I vent to about that bitch who married the mayor for status like some common gold digger?

Mireille: You mean your mom?

Zoé: Same difference.

[sanguineerose]

thursday snippet ✨

thank you for tagging me @foursaints <33

i always share snippets from head over feet so here’s something else 👀

Evan nods. “Who found the victim?”

“Her roommate,” Dorcas says, her voice dropping to a more somber note. “Screamed until she woke the entire floor up. One of the other students called 911.”

“And where is she?”

“Her parents already took her home.”

At that, at last, Evan whips around and snaps at Dorcas, “And who the fuck let them?”

“She was in shock,” Dorcas explains. “It’s not like you could’ve pulled a single word out of her.”

Evan looks up at the ceiling, then lets out a humorless laugh. He’s so fucking tired of this case and he feels like he’s going backwards, one step forward and two steps back, and he just keeps slipping on small details like this. Why can’t everyone take this as seriously as he does? Yes, people make mistakes. But apparently, the perpetrator doesn’t, and Evan is sick of losing control over this entire situation.

“There’s a serial killer out there, Dorcas,” Evan starts, pulling his gloves off and stuffing them back into his pocket. “And I’m trying to catch the son of a bitch before they murder another girl. So I’m sorry, but I really don’t give a shit about a whiny college girl’s traumatic experience.”

For one moment, Dorcas looks like she’s ready to slap Evan in the face. When she speaks, there’s a sharp edge in her tone.

“You’re an asshole. That poor girl just found her roommate dead on the floor. If this wasn’t your job, you would’ve reacted the same way.”

“But this is my job, and I’m trying to prevent this…” Evan pauses, gesturing at the victim’s lifeless body. “... from happening again. Which isn’t easy, when the fucking cops let the only person who could help home, in the middle of a fucking murder case. Jesus Christ.”

Dorcas rolls her eyes, then pulls her mask back over her face. “Okay, get the hell out of my crime scene. I need to work,” she says, and there’s no friendliness left in her voice. “The campus security guard is down in the lobby. You can talk to him.”

i tag @cheeryknots @godsofwoes @crimsonlovebartylus @fromagony

[aajjks]

DHP!JK

“i’m not taking him anywhere! his drunk ass can sleep in this hotel room for all i care!” you angrily cry as you rise to your feet and look for sarang. “where’s that bitch at? she didn’t get fucked up enough to my liking” you sniffle as you wipe your teary face and leave the hotel room in search of her but alina tells you someone took her away. “she’s a pussy. she touches him and then runs away like a coward. if you EVER see her again, tell that bitch it’s on sight”

you walk over to your sleeping boyfriend and examine his laid out figure. his neck is littered with love bites and when you go to pull his shirt down, you curiously lift it up to see the engraving you made above his heart but it’s tainted by her a lips and a bright red bruise. just looking at it brings you to tears but you’re happy she didn’t physically hurt him. you wipe your tears before walking away to grab your heels and leave. eunwoo’s brows furrow “hey! what about jungkook?”

“you’re his best friend, aren’t you?” it’s the last thing you say before you walk past alina and head towards the elevator to take you to the lobby. once the doors of the elevator shut, you let it out: your pain, your frustration, your anger—those bottled up emotions has you breaking down in tears. once you arrive at the lobby, you leave the hotel and walk to your car with a face full of tears.

when you get inside, you open glove compartment, take the bottle antidepressants, and chuck them out of your window. “fuck you, sarang” you say before getting inside and driving off.

~🫧

“It’s been a whole fucking day. When is he going to wake up?” that’s the first thing that his mind registers when jungkook opens his eyes.

This is not his house. “Uh..” he groans out, rubbing his eyes. He recognizes the voice in the panic tone to be his of best friends.

“OH Thank God, you’re awake! WHAT TH- be gentle! Y-Yeah.. what the fuck jungkook!” Jungkook tries to get up from the bed and that’s when he sees eunwoo and alina staring at him.

“Woah what the fuck— why am I in your house??? where’s yn?” That’s the first thing jungkook asks, eunwoo sighs in relief before giving jungkook a slap on his cheek.

“Ow what the fuck!”

“WHAT THE FUCK?!!!! WHAT THE FUCK?!!!! YOU CHEATED ON YN YOU BASTARD AND WITH SARANG?!!?!!!! AGHHH I CANT BELIEVE YOU JUNGKOOK. Yn was so heartbroken!”

Jungkooks eyes fully widen and he screams. “W-WHAT?!!” Jungkook has no idea what he’s talking about at all.

Cheating on YOU??? and with SARANG?

Jungkook gets up and frantically starts to ask eunwoo and alina questions about what exactly happened that night.. because all he remembers is snuggling up next to you and then he passed out when you were kissing his neck—

You.. you were the one who was doing that weren’t you?

“Oh you stupid bastard! It wasn’t her! It WAS sarang. I cannot believe that you got drunk enough to not have been able recognize who’s your girlfriend.” Eunwoo scoffs.

“Yn actually came to the party late at night, wanting to surprise you but you surprised all of us instead.”

And then jungkook realizes everything that went down.

It was sarang all along. He feels sick to his stomach right now. That bitch drugged him. And then she took advantage of him and you saw it but you think that he cheated on you.

“S-SHE DRUGGED ME!” Jungkook says with angry tears. “I need to go and find YN right now.”

He cannot believe that he ended up cheating on you.

“Woah what the fuck where are you going? Ugh jungkook don’t be stupid. Just stay here you and her are over. She’s angry at you.”

Jungkook just glares at eunwoo before getting out of the bed and that’s where he spots his keys on the nightstand so he takes them and he runs out of the house in a hurry.

He spots his vehicle and immediately gets into it before anyone can stop him, Jungkook starts the car and drives away before eunwoo can catch up to him.

He doesn’t feel energized anymore, his head really hurts. But all he cares about right now is finding you and apologizing to you and begging you to take him back.

But you will never take him.. back. he— he cheated on you..

Jungkook is crying uncontrollably as he drives like a maniac, he doesn’t care if he gets into an accident right now all he cares about right now is that he reaches you

“Y-Yn.” His vision is blurry. He cannot stop crying and his heart feels like it’s being stabbed over and over again because how could he ever cheat on you?

He cannot live without you.

A few minutes later, he finally arrives at your shared department, and he gets out of his car and runs to the complex.

He barely managed to come here without dying, but what is the point? He goes to your apartment and starts banging at the door.

“YN! YNNNNNN! YN!” He bangs his fist. “Y-YN!! OPEN THE DOOR, PLEASE!”

[chaoticspacefam]

11, 15, 27 and 30 for Ahaszaai twins (questions for extraordinary muses)? (sorry if late)

From [Questions for 'Extraordinary' Muses]

(if you either want the list or wanna send in some more. Ik I rb'd this a while ago but after this & the blorbo bingo one(s) are answered the askbox is gonna be empty again so open to taking more if y'all want! 💪)

Thank you for the ask @a-master-procrastinator !! I had fun with this one hehe

Some notes:

Gonna take the stance of "ability" being the Force ability that they're most well-known for rather than just the Force as a whole because. That's not "extraordinary" in and of itself in the SWTOR universe xP Click the ability name for the Wookieepedia page in case you're not familiar with the Force ability itself and want a refresher/explanation! :3 For Saarai, it's psychometry and for Ni'kasi it's Force-walking

Also feel like it'd be more fun to answer these in-character for a change so that's what we're gonna do! 😊

Alrighty now that we're on the same page, onto the questions!! :'DD Under a cut bc it's a long post, no specific warnings needed other than spoilers for the Sith Inquisitor storyline if you haven't done it, some swearing, and some mild implied angst <3

11. Have you ever had an embarrassing moment while using your ability?

Saarai huffs softly, her jaw spurs rattling in embarrassment as she ducks her head and mutters. "Lana and Koth promised not to tell anyone!" she whines, staring at her own shoes for a moment, before begrudgingly looking up to answer. "...Yeah, okay. Fine. I'll admit it." the Pureblood shuffles her weight from one foot to another, arms crossing over her broad chest. "Sometimes I forget to wear my gloves, so it can be pretty embarrassing when I pick something up or touch something and all of a sudden I'm bitch-slapped with a torrent of Force visions about all the blood and death and shit that the thing was connected to. Usually I'm er...I'm better at planting my feet and pushing through it but...." a distant look enters her sulfur-yellow eyes, and she trails off for a long moment as if Saarai were somewhere else entirely. If you're observant, you'll notice a shudder of discomfort work its way through the Pureblood's normally-sturdy frame. "But Nathema...that was a whole different beast. I didn't think- Gods, I never wanted to cry like that in front of Lana or Koth but it all hit me at once and I just couldn't help it." It might be best not to press her for more details, whatever she saw in those visions, it clearly was upsetting for Saarai.

Ni'kasi, however, remains quiet at first. Her eyes scrutinise you closely, as if she's trying to decide whether she can get away with giving away information that might make her 'vulnerable'. A soft breath huffs from her nostrils, and she shakes her shoulders out before admitting, her face blank and unreadable of any sort of humiliation or sheepishness that might give away how she really feels about the story she's telling. "....I suppose, the first time I tried to use it. The first time I fought Thanaton. That's what I get for trusting Zash at her word, it never happened again, and it never will. I got cocky, and figured I could handle far more power than I was prepared to." more quietly, she mutters. "Mother was right, as usual. Should've listened to her." her impassive mask of an expression does crack, then, as she flashes a sharp-toothed grin. "Fucker's deader than the ghosts in my head, now so...tell someone about Darth Occulus' greatest fuck up, or don't. Nobody's going to believe you if you do."

15. Would you ever choose to trade your ability for another?

Again, Saarai goes quiet. For a moment you wonder if she's heard your question at all, but when she speaks up it's clear she had, it was just something she genuinely had to put a lot of thought into for a moment. "....You know what? I don't think so." she shrugs, letting out a mirthful laugh and seeming to shake off the melancholy that had taken hold of her moments before. "Listen, as much as not being able to touch shit without gloves on can suck sometimes it's...it's something that's always been there, y'know? It's a part of me, just like the Force is. I think I'd feel like I wasn't whole if I woke up tomorrow and the psychometry was gone."

Ni'kasi doesn't even hesitate before she shakes her head. "No. Not for anything in the galaxy. It was a difficult ability to master, but it...gave me a connection to my family, my mother in particular, that I'm not sure I would've had without it." she smirks, thinking of Thanaton, though her lips settle into a smile that's far more fond as she carries on talking. "I could've found a way to kill that bastard without it, but...having mother there to talk to, even now, is nice. Makes me miss her a lot less than I did before I learned to Force-walk."

27. If you could give your abilities to one person for a day, who would it be?

Saarai's answer this time is far more immediate, and her voice raises perhaps a little more than she means it to in her vigor to convey her point. "NO ONE!" seeming to realize that such a loud outburst might have startled you, she coughs, spurs trembling again, and when she speaks again her tone returns to its normal register. "Look, I'm not even sure if this is something that you can just learn or...or give to someone else. I was born with it, as far as I know. But even if it was possible, trust me, I wouldn't want anyone else rushing into this. It seems cool on paper, and as much as I'm used to it now and wouldn't get "rid" of it, seriously...it gets old real fast. When it's helpful, it's helpful but when it sucks? It really sucks. The constant fear that some weapon or object you pick up is gonna be a metaphorical brick to the face, the nightmares in your sleep...You don't want this."

Lady Occulus folds her arms behind her back, raises her chin and stares down at you, hard. "Why?" she asks at length, trying to parse out why you're prying into that particular question. "Who wants to know?"

(Author intervention (for the actual answer since Kas isn't gonna give it 🤣) : She might entertain teaching an apprentice she trusts, buuuuuttt she'd have to be certain they wouldn't turn on her and use it against her. I mean, that's basically what she did to Zash and Thanaton and she's not stupid enough to open herself up to that same achilles' heel 😉)

30. Name one skill you haven’t yet perfected that you want to master.

Saarai smiles again, a big, toothy grin this time. Unlike her twin, she's not the least bit shy about admitting her shortcomings and even laughs as she does so. "I wouldn't mind learning how to be better with Force lightning. It's not something I was ever good at, I can do a little but...Kas and Lana are way better at it than I am." she gestures at her posture, all bulk and hard muscle. "Doesn't lend itself so well to the artistry and the fine hand movements, does it? Nah, I'm more like...the battering ram that kicks the door in while they do the finicky lightning work. Still, it might be handy to be better at it, bet it comes in handy for short-circuiting those droids, or consoles and stuff."

Ni'kasi sniffs, seeming almost offended that you're still trying to poke into her weak points. When Rai gets more animated discussing hers, however, she seems to consider an answer of her own that isn't too damning to her reputation. A soft chuckle escapes the Pureblood, her eyes shining with an undeniable fondness and admiration for her sister, if you're looking closely enough to notice that is. "...I'm not good with people. Not like Rai is. Bossing people around and telling them what to do? That I can do. But making friends, making people like me? She makes it look so fucking easy and sometimes I wish I could be more like her..."

[otisbdriftwood-injail]

can you share those bad thoughts you've had about luigi largo 👀

moodboard for whats under read more

so this isnt all of it AT ALL but i need him to get me on my knees and make me lick his leather boots clean and pull my hair and slap me slap me so hard call me a stupid dumb whore i want him to choke me out grab me so rough with his leather gloves spit in my face slap me with his cock i need to have cum shot i NEED HIM TO RUB IT IN MY FACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! need him to treat me like a dirty dog and mutt and pull on my chains and pull my collar too tight i wanna be in his lap i wanna slobber all over him so he gets mad and slaps me again i want him to grab my tits and shove his fingers in my mouth and i want to sit on his face and i want him to call me his pretty princess i want him to tell me how hes gonna rape me unconscious how hes gonna rape me while im unconscious how hes gonna kill me then keep going i want him to cut me open make me bleed make me so pretty and covered in blood and leave me messy i want him to stab me and finger it hard i want him to slit my throat i want him to pull my organs out and play around with them as i bleed out i want him to use me however and whenever he wants coz hes my daddy ugh daddy daddy daddy daddyt daddy daddy daddy daddy daddy i love him i want his big dick inside me so deep in my mouth in my pussy use me make me fucking cry like a bitch BUT i also want to see him wither away in his hospital bed i wanna watch the life slowly drain from him and i wanna be there when it does so i can kiss him all over and let that be the last thing he can comprehend i wanna give him everything i wanna be the air he breathes and the blood running through his veins i wanna open him up and admire how pretty he is he is so handsome i wanna put him to sleep and play with his insides and have him wake up so panicked then tell him its all okay i am here i wanna give him all my organs and then stitch him back up i love his scars i love every wound and incision i want to stick my tongue in them get him infected i need to see how beautiful he is unconscious and drugged up and not at his senses and rape myself on his cock while he cant even say no and mess around with him watch him piss himself watch him struggle to even lift a finger so ill help him ill take care of him i need to take care of him so bad because nobody ever has or ever will and ill take such good care of him ill kiss him and make him his favorite foods and be there by his side ill be his wife forever and ever and he’ll be my husband and we will die together or maybe he’ll die first and ill keep his corpse till i can no longer recognize his handsome face then follow him so we can be together in the next one.

sharing my blood and dna with him.

@captainspaulding so are you single

[noxspost]

house of war

This gets Perun and Arawn are laughing as Mars was cleaning up the kitchen and he spoke “yeah and also I would punch the bitch first.”

Then Perun states “burn bitcher burn!” this makes Jerkier tear up and he spoke “the original title is burn bitch burn because he was such a bitch to me and then I changed it to burn Witcher burn.” Mars looks at him “it is okay to be mad at him and it is your choice to forgive but not to forget for that will do more pain.”

Jaskier nods and he was wiping away tears he leaned into Aphrodite. She was wearing a dress which was a form fitting and it was big and puffy sleeves and the skirt was layered and the necklace was just hitting the collar bones. Jaskier’s mom had tan skin and pink hair which was in a bun and some of her hair was framing her face.

She was tall but lean yet she had muscles. She was looking at him with warm amber eyes which were comforting. her socks were black and fishnets. He leaned into her arms, she holds him tighter “I missed you mom.”

“I did too.” She turned to Jason and sighed “I am sorry about Juno and Hera when Gaea was being rude.”

“none taken thanks for caring for my friend when I was gone.” She smiles and he returns the smile. “now son what is your choice?” they waited for him to speak Guan Yu was so focused on the puzzle that he had spaced out the other conversations.

 until he looked back up from his 5000-piece puzzle and asked "why," he looked up “why is Jerkier crying? do I need to go kill someone?”

mars looked at him “don’t worry but Geralt is probably gonna get smacked or punched.” Guan Yu went back to his puzzle after smirking and commented “okay if he is going to slapped I want 30 crowns and 13 Drachmas.”

Jaskier smiles again as he turns but still holding on to his mom like a young kid “thanks but wait I was about to do that when Geralt showed his guilty ass to save me he didn’t even apologize and he asked for my assistance I just did it to save Ciri and also the observed not okay I hate them.”

This gets Guan Yu to nod and then Mars walks over to hand him food which he gladly takes and signs thank in CSL.

Mars signs in ISL a you’re welcome. Jason then stands and said “well I am going to see my grave in Camp Jupiter. See you later Jaskeir.” He waves as he shifted to his wolf form and Jaskier smiles and spoke “πες γεια στο σπουργίτι για μένα.”

Jason nods then leaves after Arawn gives him a piece of pig on his way out. Venus was tanner than his mom and her hair was red and her eyes gleam brown. She was wearing a baggy shirt which had a belt made of leather from a dragon and the buckle was silver.

 She was wearing a pair of trousers that ended roughly around her knees she had boots that went all the way up to our knees and on her belt she had straps and clasps also a few bags in order to hold things the clasps held her compass her watch a key and dagger one of the straps held one of her guns and a couple vials the bags had other things in them.

She had fingerless gloves which went up to her elbows. She looked pretty with her earrings which were roses and knifes. She wore her hair in a Bubble braid that switched between a normal wave bubble braids are formed and the bubble that was made of smaller braids. Jaskeir learned many things from these ladies.

One was how to love himself without being overly full of himself and narcissistic he had also learned the art of navigating nobility from Venus and all the fun so she cues of being in a very much stuck up part of society and he was taught how to navigate social situations between two parties that were on edge for example idiots not paying witches enough money for dealing with the monsters and beasts.

His mom had taught him the best ways to silently curse people so their clothing didn’t fit right or their makeup didn’t sit right he had also learned the art of how to sneakily kill someone mostly with poison or she called it a weaker and smart person weapon.

��He also learned how to use charm speech which was really useful in dealing with crappy people. it did convince people that he wasn’t as strong as he actually was which was very good he even worked on a Witcher a little bit.

His ma Zagreus had taught him compassion history and a lot of things of his own teacher Achilles had taught him when he was in the House of Hades when he was younger well from Zagreus Jerkier learn properly how to properly get blood and was taught the importance of a willing participant and the other bits of his domain he was taught how to heal with blood and how to heal himself with blood he learned how Zagreus’s domain was really.

Mars taught him how to heal and lots of things about plants which ones were dangerous how to spot foxglove or comfy and other things related to plants he was also taught by his dad Ares and how to fight his other siblings as well taught him that and he was trained in how to fight but with Ares his dad he had been taught how to dance why because it won was good exercise 2 it was very good working on his footwork and also it was just fun it was a good way to decompress after his lessons in the Roman camp and he was younger.

“okay I think I want to go home but not right now.” Venus nodded and then she patted his head before she went away to the library and Mars leaned over the breakfast bar and spoke “I hope you finally tell Eskel how you feel about him.”

This makes Jerkier blush a deep red and he exclaimed stammering a bit “really Uncle Mars I told you there was more pressing matters than telling him my silly crush!”

mars didn’t believe him and raised an eyebrow “oh really I distinctly remember you gushing over how pretty he looked even with his face scars you said that he distinctly reminded you of one of your friends. you kept rambling on how beautiful he looked carried himself with kindness and respect and he was just adorable the way he interacted with his goat I distinctly you remember that happening over letters.”

He turns to his mom before speaking with embarrassment “mom! Stop I have told you he thinks he doesn’t deserve any love but sure he is big and strong that he easily kill me but Instead he just held me and he wrapped around me like a blanket or a pillow I’m sorry if I’m attracted to strong people and he is just…”

he realized and buries his head in his hands and he spoke again “I may think he is hot and I love him for how he is. I want to scream compliments at this man because he cannot get the fact that someone actually cares through him romantically and actually wants to have a romantic relationship with him he’s so self-conscious I desire to scream compliments at Eskel I want to be aggressively affectionate but I don’t know if he’s comfortable with that so I’m just in the corner.”

this makes Aphrodite and Mars chuckle and Mars remarks “well you are For sure Ares’s child she is very aggressively affectionate but not too much so you’re definitely his but I suggest to give Eskel gifts first like ambrosia and nectar not the medicine ambrosia and nectar.” This makes him laugh “I don’t think Eskel will understand me giving him the nectar.”

Aphrodite smiles and then “well yeah he never had unconditional love towards him but I think the nectar had embroidered bottles to do him good he deserves something nice all of them do.”

there was an unspoken name that she didn’t speak but she was holding it in her mouth the Jaskeir knew what she was talking about she meant what she said when they deserved love and affection even the one who abandoned him twice because Geralt could not understand the fact that he was allowed to feel emotions now he did only took like five years to understand that.

[extsev]

The Silly Story PT 1

(FOR MY FRIEND AND I, READ IF U WANT BUT JUST KNOW IT ISNT AN X READER) THIS IS AN AU OF SOUTH PARK BTW

This high schools a hell hole. Mila and I are considered "the weird kids," as you may call it. For some reason, we're not bullied as much as the others. We're kind of just, ignored?

There's these four kids. Eric (well we call him Cartman because its his last name,) Kyle, Stan, and Kenny.

Eric wears a red sweater with a blue scarf, and dark brown sweatpants. His outfits pretty simple! He doesn't really talk much, he's nice.

Kyle wears a trapper hat, with fluffy flaps to cover his ears. He has a black turtle neck, with an orange button-up jacket on top, black sweatpants, green gloves and a blue necklace that adorns on top of his outfit.

Stan wears a red button-up, with a half zipped brown jacket. He wears blue jeans. He used to wear a blue and red beanie, but eventually ditched in middle school.

Kenny's outfit is my favorite. (Along with Kyles, but shh...) He wears an orange parka, with light brown cargo pants. He used to like matching his pants and parka with the same color, but decided the brown looked better. Good on you for color theory! Instead of hiding his face with the hoodie like he used to do, he just wears a fabric mask to school.

During the years they've gone to this school they've just made it worse. They torture the kids here to the point some even went to the hospital. I don't know why the school doesn't do much about it. The most they get is a suspension, never kicked out of school.

Surprisingly, even though my bestie and I are "weird kids," we're not beaten up. We're just ignored. That's good, but it kinda sucks when no one knows who you are.

"Sev! Wake up girl, it's lunch time. I gotta go get my lunch. And, y'know, you don't have to since you get the free lunch shit.... Sev? Heellllooooo...? Girl, are you narrating your life in your head again?" I wake up from my trance, as Mila snapped in my face.

"Fuck- Sorry! And uhhh... Maybe..." I shooed her away as I got up in embarrassment.

She facepalmed, and dragged me into the hall. "Ughhhh... What have we talked about..? This ain't no Disney movie! Plus, it's really distracting you now. All you do is zone out and imagine scenarios!"

"But it's fun! Plus," I brush my pants off from the dust of my chair, "I don't have to deal with being ignored 25/8 if I imagine that stuff!"

"You'll still be alone eiithherrrr wayyyyyy!! Although, you do have me!" Mila flipped her hair smiling, as I walked away. "Noooo! Don't leave! I need to go to my locker!"

I chuckle and turn to her, "Just meet me in the lunch room, m'kay?" (haha.. mkay..? ... shhh)

IN THE CAFETERIA

I grab my lunch, and walk over to the spot her and I always sit in. Suddenly, I bump into a tall dude. Bruh. Move, the fu-

OH. Okay, never mind. It's Kyle. Oh shit. I knocked his stuff out of his hands too. I'm definitely screwed, this is how I become known. Literal dead meat.

"I'm so sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Let me get your stuff." I mutter, reaching for his bag.

He slapped my hand off his bag. "Don't even bother," he spoke, picking it up. "Who the hell even are you? I've never seen your stupid face around here."

"Oh! Uh, I'm Sev! I'm still really sorry.." I scratched my neck, I'm so stupid. He stayed silent for a moment, but looked to his friends.

"Sit with us."

HUH? BITCH WHAT? HELLO? "Well uh, I always sit with my friend Mila!-"

"Sit. Now. She can sit with us too." He told Cartman to push a seat out on the opposite end of the table, and he patted it.

"Well, if you insist..?" I sat down near Cartman, who clearly was always terrified. How is he still friends with those 3? Well, I mean he is stuck. I spot Mila, and wave at her to gain her attention. She stands in total shock, sweating at the sight of the boys. She runs over, clinging onto the sleeve of my blue hoodie.

"Why are you sitting with them..? They could completely bite your face off!" She whispers into my ear, as they glare at her.

"C'mon, sit down! It'll be fine!" I whisper back, and drag her onto a chair.

"So.. What do you guys do after school for fun?" Stan questions, poking at his food.

"Well, we like to go to 7-11! Or that good ramen place on park!" I spoke, as Mila looks at me with terror in her eyes.

"Sick. Which 7-11?"

I draw a line of the road with my fingers as I talk, "Y'know the one near the gas station? And the little park right there!"

"What do you get there?" Kenny finally talked, shocking Mila and I. I thought he doesn't talk?

"I love to get orange Monster! Or a coke-" I state, but Mila cuts me off (although I don't care because I was about to stop talking anyways.)

"I like pink lemonade!" Mila slowly lowers down because she talked. "Sorry.."

"Mila it's okay girlll!" I reassure her, patting her shoulder. Kenny leaned over, whispering in Stans ear. Stan nodded and whispered back, as Kyle added on. Cartman, Mila, and I sat there confused.

"Uh, do you wanna like.. Hang out with us after school? Kenny'll pay for you guys."

Mila and I look at each other giggling like idiots, and I exclaim, "Heck yes! We'd love that!"

[cupfullofpapas]

New Assignment

Just a little thing that popped into my head since the member who played Aether has left I decided to make like a little storyline for it.

Aether is called back to the UnderRealm for a new assignment on the day of the swap Belial is getting the new ghoul ready to cross over into the OverRealm. It can also be read >> Here << Rating: G / PG for language I suppose "Sarebbe ora"= "It's about time"

"Now remember the OverRealm is far different than our glorious UnderRealm humans are far different than us little one." Phantom listened to the old Prince go on and on annoyed yes but semi-grateful that Belial cared so much for the ghouls and ghoulettes who crossed over.

"Have you studied up on the notes about the project?." Belial asked getting a few papers together and organizing them. "Uh… I may have glanced here and there?." Belial sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Phantom you are a talented musician yes but if you don't know what you are stepping into then you will be useless." The young ghoul was about to argue in their defense when the gateway opened the summoning room gaining a faint red glow as the Realms connected in minutes a figure appeared stepping through a pointed-tipped tail swaying behind him. Belial held his arms up. "Aether, my boy look how much you've grown you've done us all proud." The Quintessence ghoul nodded in thanks before his eyes caught sight of Phantom.

"This the kid?." "Yes." Belial moved to place a gloved hand on the small of Phantom's back and giving them a push, Phantom's eyes were huge learning about the Quintessence was one thing but being in front of the ghoul in person was another. Aether chuckled quietly as his hand came up to ruffle the shorter ghoul's hair. "No need to be so shaky kid, you'll do good just listen to the others and Papa." "Aether." Belial started a humorous smirk on his face. "Did you bring the -." Aether cut him off an index finger pointed his way. "Belial I swear to everything that is unholy if you call it the pick of destiny I will slap the everloving piss out of you." The infernal prince wheezed out a laugh. "Sir?." A voice came from the doorway the messenger ghoulette stood hands clasped in front of herself. "I'm here to take Aether to his next assignment." It hit the ghoul then for now he really was done it was a bittersweet feeling, happy to be home again but missing the family he had to leave behind they all know and knew their time could be up any minute if a new assignment were to come through in order to give another young ghoul or ghoulette a chance to be loved by the masses.

With a wipe of his eyes, Aether nodded walking past the young ghoul a hand patting their shoulder. "And remember kid, always have fun." getting to the doorway the ghoul turned on a heel. "Oh! also before I forget." A folded note was dug out of his pocket and handed off. "Give that to Sodo for me." Phantom nodded before turning to the swirling gateway a deep breath being taken as they reached through nervously never having crossed over before. The young ghoul gave a yelp as something or someone grabbed their hand on the other side and pulled them through their eyes meeting the mismatched ones of Papa Emeritus the fourth. "Sarebbe ora." He spoke as the gateway closed the marking on the floor fading, behind Papa stood Sister Imperator and the ghostly figure of Papa Zero. It didn't take long for the other ghouls and ghoulettes to close in to examine their new group member.

"Uh… hi?, oh which one is Sodo, Aether told me to give this to you." The note was handed off, all crowding to see what it said.

Dear Sodo, You're still and always will be a bitch will miss you and everyone, with love -Aether

Sodo growled huffing. "That motherfucker always has to have the last fucking word damn it!." With that, they all welcomed Phantom with open arms.