#EEK SORRY FOR THE DELAY

[maivolpe]

hii! i j read “as long as ur with me” & i love ur writing :3 could i request a very cheesy fic in which reader’s alrdy confessed to bucky & bucky’s rejected them ? ( maybe bc he’s unsure abt his feelings ? ) tony holds a party later & bucky gets jealous ( ooo ~~ ) of the reader after he sees them talking & being close to sam, ( meanwhile the reader’s only talking to sam for help abt bucky ? ) basically mutual pining but reader & bucky just need a push in the right direction ?? thank u either way & i hope u have a nice day ♡Ꮺ៸៸

thank you so much for your kind words :) so sorry for the delay, writer's block hit me like a truck last month so i'm trying to slowly get back into it (this is really lengthy and i don’t like it very much eek) anyways thank you for requesting ♡

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pairing: bucky barnes x reader cw: mentions of alcohol, cursing, knives wc: 1.5k

tony was having yet another party. you swore he never even slept, just drank the night away with whoever was willing to with him. tonight, however, you didn’t have time to lecture him about his coping mechanisms. you had more pressing problems.

exactly a week before, bucky had invited you to spar. you'd jumped at the chance to have such experienced competition, and, if you were being honest, your heart raced when he pinned you. or talked to you, or even just looked at you, anything really. but everyone thought that way. right? right.

he’d let you choose one of his blades to work with, stating that he wanted you to be more familiar with knives. they were much easier to come by than guns, he’d noted.

"move your hand here instead of there... there you go."

"watch your six, good."

and soon enough the critiques turned to compliments, and it was much more of a fair fight. for almost an hour you were evenly matched, each dodging nearly all of the others’ blows.

as time dragged on, bucky started to get distracted. his eyes had flickered away for only a split second, but it was all you needed. you pushed him up against the wall, holding your knife to his throat. your breaths came quick and hard, and you'd stared up at his smirk, just inches from your face.

"careful there," he'd breathed. "you want to stab your opponent, not kiss them."

and with a rush of confidence, you'd cocked your head.

"would it be so bad?"

recognition dawned in his eyes, and that was the last thing you saw before a flash of metal overtook your vision. his knuckles had struck your ribs hard, and you went flying. he’d stalked out of the room and left you sprawled on the floor, gasping for breath.

ever since then, you’d been stuck in a whirlpool of emotions, keeping yourself confined to your room whenever you could. your ribs were bruised along with your ego, and altogether you just felt terrible. what were you thinking? what posessed you to leave a thought you would've been embarassed to even think, just floating in the air like that? and now tony was hosting this party, and the last thing you wanted to do was go.

well, maybe you'd get something to drink.

the room was flooded with people, packed to the brim with journalists, celebrities, and some uninvited partiers that had found their way in. trying to avoid conversation, you found yourself, drink in hand, tucked away in the corner of the room with sam.

“i feel so stupid, sam.”

“dude, i’m sure it’s not that serious. he probably just freaked out a little. and besides, i mean, look at you!” he motioned towards your dress, giving his hands a shake to emphasize how it flattered your figure.

“listen, though,” he continued. “just give him some time. he’s one to avoid any and all confrontation, but he’ll come around. with some nagging, maybe.”

you laughed. “thank you. i’m sorry for bothering you about this, i know it’s not super important.”

“it’s super important to you,” he pointed out, stuffing an hor d'oeuvre in his mouth. “‘s ‘mportant t’me by default.”

“ew, sam.”

bucky, in the meantime, was livid.

he’d come down just to grab a drink, or five, because the serum made it particularly tough for him to be inebriated. in the two minutes he was downstairs, of course he’d caught a glimpse of you, the very person he was trying to avoid. and you looked beautiful.

the party spilled out of open doors, people clambering in for a glance at tony. many shoved past him at an attempt to get closer to the middle of the room. it was a security nightmare, and also, he couldn’t hear anything.

he saw sam leaning in, whispering something to you, gesturing to your body? and you were laughing? as if his week hadn’t been bad enough, you’d moved right on from him. he wasn’t mad at you, he could never be. but sam?

“i need some air,” he grumbled to no one in particular. he pushed past waves of partygoers, keeping his head down, and slipped away through the first door he found.

across the room, you felt your heart sink to your stomach. you’d only seen bucky for a moment, and despite your determination to be happy, the look of revulsion on his face made you want to crumble.

“sam, i- i need some air.”

he nodded, brushing crumbs off of his chin and waving as you ducked through the crowd, dodging drinks and people alike. your ears rang, and even the silence of the elevator was deafening when the doors slid shut.

you tumbled out of the elevator as soon as the doors slid open, steadying yourself on a nearby doorknob. the wind whipped around your body, sending goosebumps down your arms and stinging your eyes. it was far too cold to be out on the roof, but where else was there to be?

you crept closer to the edge, perching on the roof so that you could see the city moving below you. cars and trucks whizzed by, oblivious to your existence. you found the bright colors of the stoplights blurring in your vision.

you were quickly learning that your emotions would always get the better of you. no matter how determined you were, they always took control.

the maintenance door behind you creaked open, and you whirled around to see who had found you. the glint of metal under the spotlights told you all you needed to know, and you quickly turned away.

“are you… crying?”

“no,” you sniffed, swiping fruitlessly at your tears.

"okay."

bucky lowered himself down next to you, stretching his legs to let them dangle off of the roof. he left a good space between the two of you, and you couldn't even bring yourself to hope he'd close the gap.

there was silence for a few moments, where neither of you dared to even breathe, much less look at each other.

"i was wrong," he whispered.

"what?"

“i said, i was wrong."

it was louder this time, but left you just as confused. was it guilt or pity that compelled him to make such a statement? either way, you shook your head. he couldn't be left thinking that way for simply feeling what he felt.

"no, you're not wrong. i was way too forward, and i made you uncomfortable. maybe you didn't have to lay me out like that, but that was a justified response. it's perfectly fine that you don't want me."

"but i do want you."

a puff of air escaped his lips with the words, visible in the frigid night. it dissipated as you turned the words over in your mind. you toyed with your fingers, afraid you'd misheard him. afraid you'd dreamed up the whole thing.

"i do want you. i've wanted you since i met you, the way you throw your head back when you laugh, the way you smile at me when you think i'm not looking, the way you hum along to every song, all of it. i just..."

he took a deep breath, and you could've sworn his hands had a little shake to them.

"it's... crazy. like shit, doll, i've hardly even talked to a girl in seventy years, and there you were lookin' beautiful, and talkin' about kissing me, and i just... didn't know what to do."

you nodded, gathering enough courage to peek up at him. he was watching you wistfully, emotion you'd never seen in him before displayed plainly on his face.

he looked away, though, shaking his head. "i'm sorry, i shouldn't have said anything. especially since you have that thing going on with sam now."

you wrinkled your nose. “what thing?”

“i, uh,” he started, clearing his throat, “i saw you guys talking. you looked happy.”

you giggled, smiling for what felt like the first time in forever. "about you, buck. i was worried about you. did you think i was making a move on sam?"

"maybe," he said sheepishly.

“he was helping me, or trying to, because i really messed up. i really do like you, james.”

his face softened at that, eyes widening at your confession. "in that case, i want- if you want to, i mean, i don't want to force anything-"

you reached over and took his hand, relishing the feeling of it slotting perfectly into your grip. "i want to."

"well, c'mere then."

he tucked an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him, smiling down at you.

“can i kiss you now?” you breathed.

he answered by pressing his lips to yours, and it felt as though you melted into him for a moment. the colors dancing across your eyes were no longer from the traffic lights, but the dizzying happiness fizzing in your body, like the bubbles in a champagne glass.

he pulled away for a moment, and your heart pounded, afraid you’d messed something else up. but he only smiled at you.

“that felt really good.”

and before you could say “yes, it did,” his hands were cupping your face and he was pressing another gentle kiss to your longing lips.

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ko-fi ♡

[darknessofroses]

Pomni's Cheer Up tickles

Well, a request is a request after all! Time to do this cute request t-fic story for The Amazing Digital Circus (I’m sorry for taking so long, I have a lot of irl stuff going on). Also WRITERS BLOCK HAS BEEN HITTING ME A LOT

Summary: Pomni, who is still new in this new world, is stressed out and in her room trying to figure everything out and Ragatha cheers her up, Ragatha also pulled Jax along cause why not

Lee: Pomni

Ler: Ragatha

Jax was doing what he usually does: thinking of new ways to mess with the others while making fun of them. Pomni, she was easy, but nah, he didn’t want to add to her stress, her believing this was a dream was good enough. Kinger, he was kind of easy, but his delayed reactions were interesting, Gangle was easy enough. Couldn’t do Caine or Bubble, Zooble was a bit hard to pull pranks on, and Ragatha was hilarious to get a rise out of her. Speaking of Ragatha, he heard a delightful scream coming from Ragatha’s room and he chuckled as she stomped up angrily. “Sup, dollface,” he said with a smug smile on his face. 

Ragatha glared at him angrily “Jax! Why did you put a snake in my room?!” she said with anger and bitterness in her voice. Jax smirked “Why not? It brings excitement in your room, doesn’t it?” Ragatha growled at him “No, not at all! Have you been thinking about doing something horrible to Pomni! If you have, don’t do it, she’s already stressed enough!” Jax was surprised at Ragatha’s protectiveness of Pomni, but was also curious.

“Nah, I would never,” Jax smiled “But I’m curious, do you like the newbie?” Ragatha was taken aback by the question “No! I just don’t want them to end up like the others, she’s also nice.” Jax smirked “That answers my question. Speaking of which, where is Pomni?” Ragatha said “I didn’t see her a whole lot today, do you think she’s ok?” “I don’t think, doll face. She’s probably wanting to be alone.”

Caine suddenly appeared out of nowhere (idk man, he’s the leader, he can do what he wants) and almost startled the both of them “Hello! How are my circus members doing today?!” Jax said “Doing just fine.” Ragatha said “I’m ok. Do you know where Pomni is, Caine?” “Well, last time I saw her, she was in her room, you can look for her there!” Caine said enthusiastically. Ragatha said “Right, thanks Caine!” She started pulling Jax along to go see Pomni. “Whoa, whoa, wait, what are we doing? Why are you pulling me?” Jax asked, confused. 

“We’re going to see Pomni, and you’re coming to try and cheer her up,” said Ragatha. Jax said “You know, I’m the least expected person to cheer up someone, right?” Ragatha rolled her eyes at Jax’s comment, but got to Pomni’s room. She knocked on Pomni’s door politely. The door opened and Pomni’s nervous big eyes met her and Jax. Ragatha said “Hey Pomni! Can we come in?” Pomni hesitated but said a very quiet ‘Sure’. “Great!” Ragatha said, and pulled Jax into Pomni’s room. 

Pomni said “Wh-what brings you here, Ragatha? I didn’t expect you to be here, Jax.” Jax said “She pulled me here.” Pomni said in a somewhat quiet voice“O-oh, but why d-did you come here Ragatha?” Ragatha said “I just wanted to see how you were doing, how you’re feeling!” Pomni said, “Still feeling terrible, but I don’t know what to do about it.” Ragatha went over to Pomni and said, skittering her fingers on Pomni’s sides“Would this help?” 

Pomni started to giggle “Eek! Ragahahatha, wait!” Pomni giggled and snorted with a wobbly smile. As Ragatha started to tickle Pomni carefully, Jax was just standing there with a smirk on his face. “Oh, so the newbie is ticklish, that’s cool.” Ragatha said “Which do you prefer? Light or intense tickles?” “Ligihihihihihit tihihihihickles,” Pomni giggled out. Ragatha giggled along with Pomni “Light it is then.” Ragatha continued to skitter her fingers on Pomni’s sides softly and lightly so she doesn’t overwhelm her. 

For 10 minutes, Ragatha continued to tickle Pomni lightly and gently while Jax slowly went out of Pomni’s room without her noticing to pull another prank of Gangle. “Hehehehehehehehehehehehehe, it tihihihickles.” Pomni giggled out as Ragatha tickled her tummy gently. Ragatha giggled along “Well, that’s why I’m doing it silly!” After that, Ragatha stopped to let Pomni breathe. “Thahahanks Ragatha.” Ragatha skittered her hand on Pomni’s side once more which made her squeal. "No problem Pomni, hopefully I didn't go to hard on you." Pomni smiled a bit "Don't worry, you didn't."

[gerec]

Hey! I hope you're doing well. I was wondering if you know any fics where the First Class kids + Charles and Erik are just having adventures and stuff. Or any fic where Erik and Charles are being a fun couple. Thank you!

Oh boy Anon so sorry for the delay with this one! I had this in my drafts folder and forgot about it for a week eek!!! Anyway, here's a list of canon compliant fics I hope you enjoy :D

and now you will not be alone any more by pocky_slash 

Erik gives driving, sewing, and cooking lessons, soothes nightmares, bolsters self-esteem, and still can't figure out why Charles keeps smiling at him like that.

In Plain Sight by arcapelago (arcanewinter)

A story where Charles and Erik have basically been together from the first time they met. The whole fate, wow we found each other thing. Now I would like the others not to know and try to bring the two 'oblivious' guys together.

Date Night by smilebackwards

Erik thinks he would be more touched at the children's obvious investment in his and Charles' relationship if it didn't imply such a lack of confidence in his abilities.

Idiot Control Now by cygnaut

Hank screws something up in the lab and everyone's powers increase tenfold. Not knowing how to control them like this, they all try to cope and not kill each other by mistake while Hank tries to find a way to reverse the effects. Charles has a particularly hard time of it.

This Crazy Game Called Life by chiasmus

Raven declares game night in the mansion. Sean finds an elephant, Erik inherits one hundred unwanted cats, and Charles scars Hank for life with misdirected dirty thinking. 

And If You'll Come I’ll Take You Somewhere To Go by luninosity

Yes,” Charles says, rather apologetically even though this can’t possibly be his fault, “you seem to be me. And I…well, I’m you. At the moment.”

“Charles,” Erik says, with what he considers quite remarkable patience under the circumstances, “how long is this going to last?”

and admit that the waters around you have grown by thedeadparrot

"I would never turn away another mutant in need," Charles says. He reads Erik's mind blatantly and without shame these days. Erik supposes he deserves it. "And you, my friend, are needier than most."

You Can't Help Yourself by abbichicken

Prompt: Everyone has to notice that Erik is a very handsome man. So naturally there'd be crushes, harmless flirting, etc. Charles is apparently the jealous type, which nobody expects, so at first everyone is confused by the random headaches, his acting kind of weird, and so on.

Childish Things by fengirl88

Everyone has a weakness somewhere, but he'd never have imagined Charles's could be something so simple. So childish.

You think they'd be surprised if they knew? by widgenstain

The kids are talking about how things work between Charles and Erik. They make assumptions that aren't true and generally misinformed. Except for Angel of course.

Unicorns Are Forever by xsilverdreamsx

“I think I’ve read this story before. Two people switch bodies and they end up having sex so that they can switch back,” Sean offers unhelpfully.

Everyone looks at him in horror.

[yakittydraws]

Update!

Shakes myself, going to try TRY and really buckle down this next week to get. things. DONE! Commissions have been delayed way too much, I'm so sorry. Also! Going to be trying to get into a nursing program later this year, so my time will definitely become even more strained if that happens. Excited, but nervous, too, eek.

[entelodante]

man, your abattoirs are fascinating i love this world so much and have so many questions about it,.... have any of the abattoirs failed? do the dragons have some reason why they need to be able to travel between the abattoirs? is there any survivors eeking out an existence between the burning hot southern and frozen northern hemispheres? what did abattoir 7 do to deserve its fate? where did the sun go?

MANY QUESTIONS. Sorry for the delay. These next few posts are for YOU! Answered in about the same order. Except maybe the situation going on at the equator, that it off in the ether for me rn.

[minmocat]

eek! putting this here - i have a ghost DM on ko-fi! i can't view who sent it or the contents of the message.

if you recently messaged me and never got a reply, please reach out to me here! sorry for any delays or confusion!

[terrakatten]

SLIGHT DELAY ON CHAPTER 3 OF BLOODIED SNOW

It won't be coming out today; instead tomorrow, therein sadly breaking my promise to have it out this weekend.

It's only a few small paragraphs away from completion, however this Sunday turned out to be WILDLY more busy than I expected; therefore I couldn't eek out that last bit of the chapter.

It *will* be out tomorrow afternoon, though, so help me god.

I'm deeply sorry for this delay, as it's just as upsetting to me.

[krethes]

Hiii hope you’re doing well! I just wanted to ask how long the new One More to Love chapter is going to be? I personally really love yours and Snitch’s 20-30k chapters so I am really excited

Hi Anon!

Sorry about the delay in getting back to you; been a busy start to the new year for me. :)

I've got a fair bit of it written, and I can safely say this baby's going to be at least 12k. Though, knowing myself, I can see it eeking closer to 15 or 20k. :|

@theresthesnitch and I have absolutely zero chill, but it's very good to hear that the behemoth chapters aren't putting everyone off!

[stawpny]

thanks for the tag, sorry for the delay 😭

eek it’s so cute!

anyways, tags : @misery-has-no-company-now @sleepdeprivedsimp234 @alaskashigh @mx-heinous + anyone else (sorry if I tagged you twice!)

Quick: create yourself in this maker!

I'll start:

(I'll tag... @almost-an-artist @kiwi-der-vogel @whyoneartheven @turdofanerd ?)

Oh, and anyone who wants to is invited too!

[bpd-shuichi-togo]

Thoughts on the warrior dogs? Or just moritaka? Hes just a litol guy

i don't have that many thoughts on them sorry uh

moritaka: 100% he's overrated imo. on some level he's got some fairly interesting stuff going on ig but he just doesn't hook me, i think bc he's too like Nice™? he's too... well-adjusted. i'm sorry he's just very bland to me. he doesn't have any internal conflicts that interest me at all, and his role in external conflicts is always pretty generic, and his arc just doesn't hook me. make him more abnormal & maladjusted and come back to me. there was a glimpse at something that could have been interesting in the (teeth grit) pep talk scene in chapter 9, where he's resentful of shuichi for what he views as squandering the opportunity to reconcile with a loved one- an opportunity he'll never have, as his own family is dead. and that could have been so interesting!! he's not just being Nice™, he's being biased in how he views a situation and projecting his experiences onto others'!! but that whole (potentially really really good) conflict was mishandled so bad if i start to get into it we'll be here all day lol also that whole? running gag where people??? joke about him and/or treat him like an animal???? and he objects to being treated like that and it's supposed to be funny???? like the character who's an in-universe minority has their friends like semi-regularly subject him to what in-universe are legit microaggressions and it's like. what the fuck is that. what even was that speech in chapter 8 tying that into his dog-dad like what the fuck was that

tadatomo: man you remember when he was fucked up?? like he would kill you and then bring you back as a zombie in an extremely painful process to get killed and brought back again? what happened to that that was wild why was he only fucked up for like 15 minutes what was the point of that then?? the 'accidentally calling people dad' gag is funny as hell but you remember when he just like mercilessly tormented people for like 15 minutes and then it just never got brought up again???

yasuyori: the sumo one. housamo stop being h*rny about teenagers challenge. potentially interesting internal conflict ig, but i don't find him very interesting either

tanetomo: FAR AND AWAY MY FAVORITE HAKKENSHI. i wish lifewonders would stop being transmisogynistic (and also weird re: his and yasuyori's relationship -_-) bc i fucking love him, i love when a guy is just a fucked up evil cunt, he's top-tier fem transmasc rep. when he started stabbing ellie in cold-fucking-blood and was legit torturing her my jaw DROPPED, that was SUCH a first impression. god i hate how allergic this game is to having proper antags, they turned him way too fast i wish he'd been a threat longer that mf was SCARY. whatever's going on with him and yoritomo is one of the only non-togo aspects of act 2 i gaf about at all. i wish housamo weren't being transmisogynistic about him bc i love that he's like legit a gnc guy who's unabashedly feminine, who is and wants to be considered Pretty and Cute and so on. and my god he's SO fucking funny. he threatens to mutilate one of his superiors because he was cuter than him in his plushie body. he's honor-bound to help ellie because she spared his life or something but he openly dislikes her and despite the whole torture thing she just doesn't take him seriously enough to care. there's something seriously wrong with him <3

masanori: i haven't played his debut chapter and i don't intend to so i don't really know what his demeanor is like, but his conflict actually does seem interesting and compelling to me. i like his design also. I KEEP FORGETTING HE'S A COP LOL. young man if you don't stop that right now i'm telling your dad. maybe i'm not utilizing him properly but he kinda sucks as a unit (affectionate). the fact that he uses wagahai is SO FUCKING FUNNY TO ME FOR UNRELATED REASONS but also sad. therapy might fix him but i'm not sure

yoshito: i forgot what his name was and had to hunt for him on the wiki (he isn't filed properly on the wiki). i'm probably going to be reading his debut chapter but it hasn't been translated yet so idk what his demeanor is like. i like his design, i wish the nightglows skins had looked more like his pilot skin and less like everyone was vacuum-sealed into a skinsuit. where'd he get that fucking plushie

[starlightcevans]

You Are The Enemy - A Sneak Preview

Since The Gray Man trailer was released last week, I have been working on a new story, about Lloyd Hansen.

So without delaying this any further, here is a preview of the story:

*This part may be edited when I post the full story*

For now, enjoy! 💙💙💙

Warning: This story will have mature content (like language and this story involves weapons) so viewer discretion is advised.

I manage to stick the landing, but my feet ache as they touch the cold, wet floor. I waddle my way toward the wall, feeling for where the door is located in this dark room. As I move around, my hands land on something slimy. Eek! I don’t even want to know what I just touched, so I move along, feeling for the – AAAAH!!!

The door opens and I shield my arms over my face as the brightness burns my eyes.

“Oh look who freed herself from the ropes.” It’s the American voice. “So she can free herself from the ropes that were supposed to restrain her, huh?”

“Sorry boss, w- we – ”

BAM!

I jolt, still covering my face as I hear a gunshot go off. What the fuck just happened?

“Get him the fuck out of here. I don’t want to see his wimpy deceased face,” The American orders.

I drop my arms and try to see the man speaking, but all I can see are silhouettes. I narrow my eyes to try and see clearer, but it doesn’t help. I do, however, see two silhouettes standing in front of me.

“Guess we will be using something else to restrain you. Why are you standing around? Grab her.” he instructs, and I am hauled up by one man. I am led into what looks like a deserted room, but my vision is blurry, and I end up seeing two of the same object. I blink rapidly to try and adjust my eyes to the brightness of the room.

“Put her here instead of there, and use this instead of ropes, as I suggested before.” he vociferates.

The man drags me forward and throws me into a hard, wooden chair, and he places my hands on each of the chair’s armrests. He then proceeds to use cable ties to tie around my hands, keeping me in place. Cable ties? Now I’m even more convinced that it has to be him.

My hands flail as I try to free myself, but the rope burns on my skin start to flare up.

“You may leave.” I hear him say with a hard voice.

“But, boss…” I hear the man mutter.

“Leave.” he barks, and the man scurries off, slamming the door behind him.

I wriggle my hands around in another attempt to try and free myself, but the cable ties start to cut into my skin.

“That won’t work. You know you cannot escape,” he says, but his voice is suddenly softer than it was just seconds ago. I look up to try and see his face, but the sun is shining on him.

“What? Don’t you recognize me?” he asks.

“I – I c-can’t…” I inhale, swallowing. “I can’t see your face.” I exhale.

“How about now?” he walks over to sit on a chair that is stationed by a round table, a couple of meters away from me, and finally, I see his face, but only just. I narrow my eyes to try and get a good look at him…but, no…it has to be him. I’m sure of it.

This man does resemble the same facial structure, but I can’t be sure. This man’s face has a rectangular shape, and his jawline and chiseled chin are structured to that of a model – I think. His crewcut hair makes me think he likes to be in control – which I know he does – and the top of his hair is gelled back, or that could be the sun reflecting in the room.

I gaze lower and I notice…

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@joannaliceevans-fanficblog @chrisevansluv @rainbowkisses31

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[books-and-catears]

Y'know that phrase "Eat the rich"? Well the brother(minus Mammon), the new dateables, and Luke would all be considered rich in a way. So what if they heard the MC talking to a friend and they said it. Who would get it 'n take it as a joke then who wouldn't, and how would they react towards it?

This is probably one of the dumbest asks I've done, so feel free to ignore this lol

Ahahha this is not dumb at all, honey! This is something I'd definitely love to read and laugh at.

Thank you so much for this. Hope I can do this justice :) This is a bit shorter than I usually write I'm so sorry

(And for all of you other lovely people who have also requested, please forgive me for the delays. My college is freaking BOMBARDING me with assignments! So please be patient with me

>\\\<)

MC: *over phone* They did what?!

Friend: Yes I kid you not, they raised the prices again!

MC: As if the taxes weren't high enough already?!

Friend: I know right?! Like we won't be able to eat fast food either!!

MC: *screaming* Oh hell no. If they don't let us eat what we want, we'll freaking eat them. Eat the damn rich!

Meanwhile, the rest of the group overhearing from the next room...

Lucifer

What in Diavolo's name was that?

What do you mean by that?

MC what is the meaning of this?

You aren't supposed to eat people just because they are rich MC that's not proper

4 hour lecture if you don't explain it to him immediately.

Mammon

Goldie? Who is she? I don't know her!

MC I lost the last bet I swear I'm completely broke right now MC

Will you accept Grimm instead? Wait I have none

Wait doesn't that mean he's safe?

Yaay I'm not rich! Wait..that's not something to brag about

Help the confused boy out

Leviathan

Lol MC eats rich people?

Wait is he considered rich?

*looks around at all his expensive merchandise nervously* Uhhh MC ... don't get the wrong idea...

Oh no.. isn't snake meat a delicacy in the human world?

Reassure the poor snek boi that you won't eat him else he might summon Lotan

Satan

Laughs at his brother's reactions

Don't worry MC I've read this phrase in books

Tell my brothers? Why ? This is so much fun

Just look at Lucifer's horrified face

Well done MC

Mischievous catboi is enjoying this way too much

Asmodeus

Eek MC eats other other humans? Just cause they are rich?

That doesn't pretty at all MC. And neither healthy

Why not just take their stuff and leave?

Wait are you planning to eat him too? This is completely different from what he imagined!

Someone calm this boy down before his skin breaks out

Beelzebub

Eat? Eat what? The rich?

Is that some kinda salami snack flavored dish? He wants to try it too!

Wait what do you mean it's other humans? Humans eat each other?

Wait he did try to eat Asmo once accidentally cause he smelled like strawberries and cream (blame the perfume)

Sweet baby boy don't let him normalize this!

Belphegor

I knew humans were evil in the head but to this extent-

Eating their own kind? Well that makes his job easier then

He didn't even need to try and destroy humanity, they are doing it to themselves

Just gotta make sure MC doesn't get eaten

Will probably whine in disappointment when you tell him

Solomon

Ah money issues in the human world again?

Humans and their unstable economy what a bother

Also laughs at everyone's reaction

Fuels the chaos. Yes it's true, he once ate a whole merchant because he refused to lower the price on some magical stones

Winks at you as you shake your head in annoyance

Damnit MCShady you're making it worse!

Barbatos

Also secretly well versed in human knowledge

Secretly chuckles at everyone's reaction

Eating another human? My my it would take a long time to get the whole thing marinated and cooked-

Whispers to Diavolo what it actually means

Barbatos now is not the time is to be cheeky!

Diavolo

Confused on the outside, panicking on the inside

Is this something that humans do?

He's basically the richest guy in Devildom, is MC going to want to eat him? Surely not?!

What about Solomon? How rich is he?

If humans eat other humans, it was a good idea to put them in different houses!

Barbatos, calm the frazzled Prince of Hell down

Luke

Hides behind Simeon in horror

M-MC EATS PEOPLE? JUST CAUSE THEY ARE RICH?

Simeon are we rich? Are we going to be eaten too?

Humans can't eat angels can't they?!

I thought MC was sweet and harmless!

He's on the verge of tears, hurry up and tell him!

Simeon

Oh no what are they overpricing this time MC?

Humans and their constant inflation, it never ends does it? No wonder you resent the rich

Covers his mouth to hide his laughter at everyone's reaction

Luke, you don't need to hide behind me like this

Godamnit Simeon, help your son!

[thorniest-rose]

🐝 me again! hope you dont mind! i absolutely LOVED the show but now have no idea what to watch next to fill the void! i mean, i can see you are in the midst of a stranger things meltdown so should i give s4 a go? s3 was a bit hit or miss for me, plus the eps are so long!

re: yellowjackets au. you CANT say the word mate without me instantly thinking of a/b/o! which would make things even more nightmarish for poor daniel. esp if he either hadnt even presented yet or was hiding it then his medication finally runs out and the jig is up and the hunt truly is on. oh the delicious possibilities than can spiral from there. (image of the other cobras holding daniels head to the side so johnny can bite him. eek! this whole scenario is consuming me!)

hi!!! I don't mind at all, sorry for the delay while I've been losing my mind over Stranger Things and Eddie Munson!!!! I'm SO happy you enjoyed Yellowjackets, the ending was crazy right??? And how amazing was Christina Ricci? I felt blessed to see her in something good again. God I'm so excited for S2, I really hope it's on this year!! As for other shows I can rec, I'm really enjoying the latest season of Barry, which ends on Monday... it's very dark but very funny too, not sure if you've seen that. Plus I loved the latest season of Better Call Saul recently... can't remember what else I've watched haha, tbh I'm pretty selective when it comes to shows, there's so much I don't watch too.

And as for Stranger Things, I would say YES definitely give S4 a go if you haven't started it yet. I also thought S3 was just okay. Like I loved the storyline with Steve, Robin & Dustin but I felt like the show in general was running out of steam a bit. S4 has been amazing though, like I think it's the strongest season so far. The episodes are long, but it's needed for the number of characters and storylines there are now. Some bits aren't as interesting, like the Hopper in Russia storyline, but everything in Hawkins that explores the Satanic Panic; the new character Eddie who's accused of murdering kids and is based on Damien Echols from the West Memphis Three; Will's feelings for Mike; and the actual villain of the season and what he does to teenagers in Hawkins is all SO GOOD. Like I found it really fun and emotive and riveting!!! The only thing I want now is for Steve to come out as bi!!!!

God and as for the a/b/o Lord of the Flies / Yellowjackets idea I'M SO OBSESSED WITH IT I WANT TO CHEW GLASS. Like I know I've been going on about ST non-stop the past few days but this has been at the back of my head too. Like maybe Daniel's been taking his blockers, like Lottie on her medication in Yellowjackets, but it runs out a week or so after they've been stranded and it becomes more and more obvious. Like his scent gets stronger and he feels a heat coming on, and of course all the Cobras are Alphas because you can't be in Cobra Kai unless you're one, so he tries to avoid the others and hide it as much as he can, but eventually they find out.

And I'm just like. imagining Daniel going into his heat, slick running down his thighs, running from all the boys, but it doesn't matter where he goes because they can smell him even miles away, and they hunt him deep into the forest until they find him. And YES omg like you said... the others can play, but Johnny would be the only one who's allowed to knot him and claim him. Like the thought of them all holding Daniel's face to the side so Johnny can bite him on his mating gland is so hot. And Daniel tries to resist, hoping his body will reject the claim and the bite will heal, but it doesn't because Johnny's a compatible mate, and the bite quickly scabs over into a scar, showing everyone that Daniel belongs to him now.

And Daniel's terrified too, because he knows if Johnny comes inside him and knots him, he could get pregnant, and the last thing he wants to do is get pregnant while they're in the middle of the wilderness and have no idea when they'll be rescued, but Johnny doesn't care, he just wants to breed Daniel for as long and as hard as possible because Daniel is his and he's wanted to do this to him ever since they met. (Bonus points too if all the Cobras get to fuck Daniel during his heat because he can't control how his body reacts to them and it means Johnny gets a rest between his own bouts of fucking <3)

[gerec]

13 and 16 for the fanfic asks?

Sorry for the delay; I put it in my drafts and then completely forgot about it eek!!!

13. Aside from fanfic, are there any other fan works you’d like to try creating? Fanart, or fanvids, gifsets, or podfic? 

I've done gifsets (poorly) and can't really draw worth a crap lol but I think it would be kind of fun to do a podfic, though I have no idea where you even start :D

16. Do you have that one fanfic that you wrote a ton for, ages ago, but never posted? Will this be the year, come hell or high water, that it WILL get finished and posted?

I don't have any one fic that I've written and never posted; what I do have are dozens of beginnings of fics (some are pages and some are a couple of paragraphs) that are just sitting there waiting for the Muse to decide if she'll ever get back to them lol.

Fanfic asks for the new year

[senjuushi]

Translation: Fal Episodes

Time for Fal! These were very entertaining to translate... Fal is trying so hard to act composed and put-together, and Eins is just,, so cute. I love these two's interactions— I hope y'all do too!

Episode 1: “The spy saw it! ~Outstanding Assistant~”

...s, Eins........is, t’s......won’t...a problem... Worry not.....farewell.

...well, it appears that Eins has made quite the blunder this time. Heheh.

I can only imagine how much trouble “cleanup” will be. ...however, lately, I’ve begun to find this type of work quite entertaining.

And of course, I have Master to thank for ordering me to serve as Eins’s assistant. 

Eins... at first, I wondered what a brute a man like him would be. 

His overwhelming power makes it easy for him to lay to rest countless lives, and yet... he’s unexpectedly scatterbrained and unusually soft-hearted towards us. 

Beyond that, his decisions are always 1 or 100. The massacre of the century... He’d be the type to end up doing something like that.

Myself, I perform flawlessly,  which is why I never get tired of being with Eins.

...of course, he has to be careful of that pig*.

Goodness, Eins truly is unlucky. To think that he has such a greedy little man, consumed by the desire to succeed in life, for a superior. 

He’s the type of person who’s only good at sabotaging others, then watching from the sidelines for his own amusement. 

In addition to treating Eins’s achievements as his own, he seems to be making a hindrance of himself behind the scenes.

I’d ignored him since he seemed insignificant, but it seems he’s become quite the nuisance.

Perhaps... it will soon be time for me to act as an assistant. Ah, perfect. 

It’s time to make use of that information. For the first time in a while, I’m eager to put my skills to use... Heheh.

Episode 2: “The spy saw it! ~For fun and profit~”

Fal: Wh.....’s...? It’s taken a remarkable amount of time, has it not?

Fal: How could you be having such trouble interrogating a single member of the Resistance?

Soldier A: I-I’m truly sorry for the delay! He’s stubborn, and refuses to start talking...

Fal: ...haah, I suppose it can’t be helped. Well then, let’s get right to the quickest method. 

Soldier B: Eh! F-Fal-san, are you going to assist?

Fal: Yes, as I often do. I’m quite skilled at this sort of thing, you see.

Fal: By the way... did you know? There are many nerves in one’s fingertips. 

Fal: That’s why they’re so sensitive, and why it’s easy to cause pain from the smallest wound...

Fal: Heheh... Now, fetch my needles and pliers. 

Soldier A: Ah... h-here they are!

Fal: Oh, they were already prepared. Now then, you two stand by out here.

Soldier B: Y-Yes...

............

—gyaaaaaah!

Soldier A: Eek...! What a terrible scream...

Soldier B: Uuh... just imagining it makes me shudder...

Episode 3: “The spy saw it! ~Best Partner?~”

Eins: ...s, un.......od. Report that there are no problems.

Soldier: Yes, of course, sir!

Eins: ...hm? Come to think of it, lately, he’s been the one delivering the messages every time...

Fal: Oh? What’s the matter, Eins?

Eins: Ah, Fal. You’re here at a good time.

Eins: I haven’t seen my subordinate who used to often deliver the messages in a while... Was there a reassignment? 

Fal: Your subordinate? ...ah, that one. 

Fal: He’d been acting terribly strange as of late, hadn’t he? 

Fal: When I placed him under surveillance, just as I thought, he turned out to be a rebel who was leaking the World Empire’s information to the Resistance. 

Fal: I’ve already disposed of him, so I didn’t feel the need to notify you.

Eins: ...so that’s what happened. Sorry for the hassle, Fal. 

Eins: Tell me these things from now on. I can take responsibility for my own subordinates, at least, and shoot them myself. 

Fal: ...Heheh, there’s no need to worry yourself over something so simple.

Fal: This is also part of an assistant’s duties. Still, thank you kindly for your consideration.

Fal: Besides, don’t you have other matters to attend to? For example... watering the flower beds?

Fal: I only glanced at them a bit ago, but weren’t there growing buds?

Eins: Oh, really! Thank you, I’ll have a look at them.

Fal: Of course. Please tell me when the flowers have bloomed.

[brothermouse]

I'm just thinking about the first Christmas.

Mary feels a new blister forming and curses under her breath, so quiet Joseph can't hear. She fought too hard to come along on this trip to let him see an ounce of regret. She didn't have to come. Any sane person would tell her to just stay home, especially with how far along the pregnancy was. But she would walk hot, dusty roads and be covered head to toe with blisters for the rest of her life it it meant she didn't have to put up with the other women in the village.

They always seemed ready with some sharp catty comment, some new way to say the obvious without saying the obvious. She had been pregnant longer than she had been married, and everyone knew it. They would excitedly mention how big she was getting, almost as if they knew that she felt like an overstuffed cow. They would causally ask when she was expecting and then ask to be reminded when her wedding was, smugly implying that they had already done the math. It might have been better if they just came out and called her a slut. At least then she could yell at them. Then she could fight back. Then she could run crying into the strong, protective arms of her husband and he'd hold her and tell her that both she and he know the truth, and that's all that matters.

But even Joseph was different. Before all of this, he had been kind, loving, maybe a little clueless and awkward, but she found that part of him cute. But now? Now he seemed cold and distant. He didn't touch her anymore. No hugs and kisses like other newlyweds. He barely held her hand as her ever bulging self waddled about the house. He seemed almost afraid of her, like she was made of fragile glass or was some wild animal, ready to bite his hand off if he got too close. To be fair, some days she did feel like a strange beast, but her wild wrath was always meant for the town gossips. Towards Joseph she only felt sadness and grief for the kind man who seemed to vanish overnight.

Joseph, for his part, wasn't afraid of Mary. He was afraid of that thing growing inside of her. That Messiah. 'What even is a Messiah?' he would ask himself, 'What would it even look like?' Question after question after question filled his head and choked his tongue. Would the Messiah pop out, fully formed and armed for battle, before riding to Rome to behead Caesar, slaughtering heathens and gentiles along the way? Would it be like a rabbi, and call him and his wife to repentance for some yet unknown slight against God? Why does a Messiah need a father?  Does a Messiah need a father? Doubts filled him and crippled him.

He would steal glances at Mary. She was sweaty and dirty and a little angry-looking. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. He wanted to grab her, lift the small delightfully plumped woman over his head and tell her all the ways she made him feel. But what if that broke the rules? What if his own uncleanliness some how befouled her? She was a holy vessel, like the Ark of the Covenant, and he was just...Joseph, the guy who cut wood.

Even without the angels and prophesies, Joseph would have felt unsure. Technically he was a grown man. He had lived the appropriate number of years, gone through the right ceremonies, done everything that everyone says make you a man. But still, whenever he saw those broad-chested, thick bearded men who seemed to have all the answers he saw he gap between himself and them. Real men had the answers. Real men knew what to do when their children were born. Real men could manage to say more than three words to their own wives.

Late in the day they arrive in town. Joseph curses himself. He should have known the trip would take longer with Mary. He should have planned ahead. Mary quietly curses again. Seems the baby didn't like all that walking and is kicking her kidneys in rebellion. She looks at Joseph, hoping he can see her pain, hoping he'll at least acknowledge it.

“I'll find an inn. ” He mumbles to her, knowing that a real man would have scooped her up in thick, strong arms and said “Not to worry, my radiant jewel! I'll have a roof over your head before the stars can grow jealous of your beauty!”

The sun dips below the hills and still no inn. Joseph wants to tell his wife that he's sorry. That she deserves better. That she deserves a real man by her side. One who would wrap her up in the finest silks and build a grand palace around her, wherever she wishes. But the most he can manage is rushing to the next inn, and hoping there's room for two.

Mary is growing concerned. What started as the baby rebellion has turned into all out war. Why didn't she just stay home? Why did she want so badly to spend time with a husband who seemed more concerned with chatting with unhelpful innkeepers than his own suffering wife? If she wanted to have a baby and be ignored by Joseph, she could have done that at home! At least at home she had her cousin Elizabeth to talk to. The contractions were getting closer now. Elizabeth had warned her about this. It was only a matter of time before the baby arrived.

As soon as Joseph wandered in arm's reach Mary snatched his robe.

“It's coming.” she says through gritted teeth.

“What is?”

“The baby!” Mary grunts.

Joseph turns pale. A thousand new questions and doubts fill his mind. “Where-”

“Anywhere!” Mary hisses through the pain. “An ally, a hut, a stable! Anywhere that isn't here!”

They enter a stable, a stubborn cow is woken up and moved to make room. Joseph feels remarkably out of his depth. He always though that when this day came, Elizabeth would be there to handle things and he would help by looking after little baby John. Only a few months old, John was a funny kid with an unparalleled knack for getting bugs in his mouth. Joseph liked John. Would a Messiah eat bugs? Joseph shakes his head back to the present. In a panic he asks Mary what he should do.

Mary meets Joseph's eyes. They are big and brown and filled with concern. They are the eyes of the man she loves. She wants to bask in the warm, manly kindness of those eyes forever, but another contraction cruelly pulls her away.

“Water!” she grunts, remembering what she can from Elizabeth's occasional words of advice, “and cloth!”

Joseph scrambles for the needed materials, but the pained screams of his wife tear at his soul. A real man wouldn't need to scramble for scraps with his wife in pain. In his heart he cries to God. He begs for an answer, just one answer to any one of his endless questions.

Mary lies on a pile of hay, eyes filled with tears, body filled with pain, and heart filled with loneliness. So few people could understand the pain of her soul, and the one person who she wanted most to understand, the one person who was physically closest to her was worlds away. She prays between agonized gasps for relief.

Mary screams to high heaven and Joseph's heart shatters. He can't do anything for her. She deserves so much more than he can give, and he can't even bring himself to give her a competent hand.

“I'm sorry” he gasps. And he runs out of the stable into the street. He shouts and screams and cries for help. A city of strangers huddles in their beds and ignores him. He spies a group of men. Desperate, he rushes upon them, grabs their woolly, sheepskin robes and begs them to help. Through childish tears and snot and sobs he explains his predicament.

One of the younger men huffs. He says they have something important to do tonight. One of the oldest men waves a hand and his young companion and claps an arm around Joseph. “We're used to delivering lambs,” he says, patting Joseph on the back, “But I think we can manage a child, just for tonight.”

In the stable, Mary clutches her belly. She's been abandoned. Her only companion now is an irate cow glaring at her from the the corner. Another contraction comes and she clenches her eyes. Suddenly something grabs her hand. She slaps it away, thinking it's the cow, getting impatient. It gabs her hand again. She opens her eyes and sees Joseph. His big, kind, brown eyes filled with tears. She squeezes his hand back. Suddenly she is surrounded by a small army of strangers.

“They're here to help.” Joseph says.

And they do help. With practiced precision each one fills a task. Water is fetched, clean cloth is produced. Shortly a tiny, pink, screaming baby is introduced into the stable. The cow wanders out, giving up getting sleep in this stable on this night.

The strangers hand the baby to Mary. She is tired. She feels like she's been stretched out a mile. She looks at the baby, wondering if she had been screaming this loud a moment ago. She's about to fall asleep. She shakes off the exhaustion and remembers something Elizabeth told her. Wrap the baby up tightly as soon as you can, so he can grow up nice and tall. She tries to calm the baby while fishing for spare cloth.

Meanwhile the strangers are beginning to leave, but Joseph delays them. He wants them to teach him. He wants to know how to be a man, a father, a husband. He stumbles over his words, trying to get the question right. The strangers are insistent, though. They have something important to do tonight.

Mary has finally got the baby wrapped up, and that seems to have calmed him. Exhaustion is pulling at her eyelids like iron weights. The baby needs a place to sleep. A nearby manger has relatively clean hay. She puts her baby there and lies back for her own long sleep.

Joseph is stumbling over his words as the strangers grow more insistent that they have to leave. Suddenly one of the younger men begins to tremble. He tugs at his elder's robes and points to a corner of the stable. The older man looks at the manger and the babe, wrapped in swaddling clothes, and begins to weep. The rest of the strangers follow suit, some weeping, some praying, some just standing and staring in awe. Joseph manages to eek out one more question, “What's wrong?”

The oldest man wipes the tears from his eyes and answers, “Absolutely nothing is wrong. It's just...well...” he scratches his bald head, looking for the words. “Earlier... when we were watching the sheep...there was this...angel.”

Instantly Mary snaps awake, all fatigue dispersing at that one word. “Angel?”

“Yes ma'am.” the old shepherd says sheepishly, “an angel, and-”

“I've seen one, too.” Mary says. “They're incredible!”

“And terrifying.” adds Joseph.

“And beautiful!” the Shepherd

The strange group spends the next few hours trading stories of their visions and the strange coincidences that brought them together.

While the shepherds and Mary are eagerly trying to explain the strange musical quality of an angel's voice the old Shepherd pulls Joseph aside. Joseph tries to ask twelve questions at once, but the shepherd stops him.

“She doesn't need you to have all the answers.” He tells Joseph, “She just needs you to be there.”

“But, how am I supposed to raise-”

“A day at a time. Children, sheep, men. Everything grows a day at a time.”

He gives Joseph a few more specific points of advice. And the begins to gather up his companions. He explains that the mother needs her rest, and they have sheep to feed. Slowly and reluctantly the shepherds are herded out.

Mary now feels more tired than ever. The baby begins to fuss. Joseph steps in and rocks his son.

He lies down next to Mary.

Haltingly, unsure, she moves towards him. His arm wraps around her and draws her in close. She rests her head on his chest and stares at her little baby boy. Her thoughts turn to the catty gossips of Nazareth. Without thinking she voices her fears, “What will they say when we come back home with a baby?”

Joseph squeezes her tighter, “Whatever they want. We know the truth. Besides, if it gets too bad, I'll bet we can get those shepherds to beat them up for us.”

Mary looks at Joseph, her tired mind trying to grasp what he just said. The joke dawns on her and she beings to laugh. Then as the emotional dam begins to burst the laughter turns to tears, and tears eventually fade into sleep. All the while Her husband holds her in his strong, protective arms.

And that's what I think the First Christmas was like; messy, loud, and full of people who had no idea what they were doing. So don’t feel bad if your Christmas is messy, loud and full of doubt. It puts you in good company.