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billk4ulitzsecretlvr · 1 month ago

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☆ |` There's A First

For Everything... `| ☆

By billk4ulitzsecretlvr

☆THIS FIC CONTAINS : 2012!Tom x 2008!Bill . Fluff / slight smut .not realy . ,mainly fluff .

AUTHORS NOTE ☆; Hi :] I have not written in so long but ,I am back now . I wanted to write this as a cute fluff to write ,after I spoke with a anonymous about favorite eras ,and I just think this is cute idea . Also !I am using Bills viva comet 2008 look for this:)

Enjoy ,! Or don't ;) .

Bill and Tom had just gotten back from dinner, a nice restaurant. It was a Friday, nothing out of the ordinary for the brothers.

It was a quiet night, calm and collect.. which Bill was always a fan of. Sure, he liked parties and high energy, but with Tom, he liked the quiet and sensual feelings of their presences together.

Tom was driving, fitting evenly in the Cadillac. One hand was on the steering wheel whereas the other was on the arm rest. He flicked his tongue over his lip ring, the man's long dreads fell over his shoulders. Toms body was adorned in baggy jeans of course, and a V-neck shirt that seemed especially tight around his chest.

It didn't go without notice by Bill, but after all.. nothing really seemed to. Bill loved Tom, he'd give the man the moon if he could. It was only natural that Bill spent all the time he could with Tom to just ogle him and admire his older brother.

Speaking of Bill, he sat small in the Cadillac seat. His knees were to his chest as he averted his eyes out the window, the bright city lights of Berlin reflected saturatedly in his pupils.

He was small, Tom had a lot of muscle mass.. whereas Bill was thin, boney, Tom loved touch him. He was so easy to squeeze, to coddle.. he was so much smaller than Tom. It made him feel in charge, to know his physique was enough to intimidate Bill.

Bill had a decent length of black hair, it framed his face nicely and softly. His clothes didn't sit uncomfortable tight on his body, but it definitely showed off his form. He leaned against the car door.

Once Bill and Tom pulled into the drive way, each of them slugged themselves out of the car and into the house.

Bill had moved in with Tom just a few months back, living with their parents had become a little too much for him and Tom had offered anyhow.

Bill greeted their dog, Scotty. He crouched down and pet the dog, smiling softly yet tiredly.

Tom smirked, petting Bill's hair in a teasing way as Bill stood up. The man kissed Bill's soft lips, a long and appreciating kiss.. which Bill reciprocated. He felt Tom touch his lower back and pat it a couple times to let him know to let go, and once Bill did.. he grabbed Bill's hand and took the boy upstairs.

When they were upstairs, in the master bedroom doorway, they began to kiss again.. a bit more passionately.

Their tongues touched repetitively, Tom's tongue grazing Bill's tongue ring as they both fought for some sort of control. Tom's hands ran down Bill's dainty waist.. touching the back of his thighs as the boy tripped back over the bed.

Tom smirked again, pushing Bill back and kneeling between the youngers legs. One knee on the bed, the other foot keeping him planted on the ground.

Toms long locks fell over his shoulders and dangled between their chests, tickling Bills neck enough to make him recoil a bit and smile.

He touched Tom's muscular arms, feeling his warm skin where the T-shirt sleeves ended. He sighed softly, feeling Tom break the kiss to tickle his neck with his tongue.

"Tom," he giggled quietly.

Tom snickered, trailing his kisses up to Bill's ear and nibbling on his earlobe.

Bill bit his lower lip softly, looking up at Tom, who was still cornering him against the bed. Tom had eventually pushed Bill up on the bed, enough so that he could crawl between bills knees and smother the boy in affection.

The boy kept his hand on Tom's head, keeping his mouth against his neck.. Bill felt the soft stubble of toms facial hair, which he was always strangely fond about?

He felt Tom press his body into his own a little bit, causing the boy to tighten his knees on toms waist.

Tom grabbed Bills legs and pulled him tighter around his own waist, pressing their groins together as the boys focused on making out.

Bill felt slight pressure in his groin region, frightening him just a bit before he realized it was Tom pressing on him. He bit toms lower lip and looked down at their bodies after pulling away, feeling himself grind slightly against Tom.

"So pretty," Tom muttered, "So small." He said softly.

Bill looked down at his thin body in comparison to Tom's more muscular one, finding he enjoyed the physique difference quite a bit.

"I could break you like a stick," he joked, pinching Bill's tummy.

Bill giggled, swatting toms hand away. Tom soon replaced that hand near Bills face, pushing his bangs out of his face. Tom kissed Bill's cheek, but eventually bent down to push Bill's shirt off to kiss his stomach, Bill cupping his face. He quietly gasped when Tom kissed his stomach, arching his back slightly.

Tom held his arms around Bill's waist tightly, keeping him in place.

He licked Bill's star tattoo, sucking on the skin and leaving a small hickey. The man brought his face down to Bills jeans, licking up the tight fabric which put Bills head in a haze.

Bill closed his eyes; he felt butterflies in his stomach as Tom did so.. since Tom's face had never been so close to Bills lower region before. Bill caressed Tom's hair as the man worked.. but he wasn't sure if he was completely fine with this.

He zoned out until he felt the cool air on his lap, Tom had pulled his pants down enough to show his briefs.. the thin, stretchy fabric leaving his lower body just slightly colder than the rest due to the decrease of coverage.

Bill pushed Tom's hands away, his eyes a bit wide.

"Tom-" he paused. The man stopped in his tracks, looking up at Bill.

They had never quite gotten this far.. as weird as that seems, they'd been living together for all their lives.. but since they moved into Tom's flat, you would have thought that the boys would have gotten up to things.. but it seemed like the recency of their relationship was being taken slow.

Theyd made out plenty, kissed plenty.. but other than simply getting quite comfortable with each other's torsos.. nothing really took place.

"Yeah? Are you alright?" Tom asked, his expression tender as he looked down at Bill.

Bill nodded, "I'm just.. not sure if I want to take things far like that yet." He clarified.

Tom smiled softly, "We don't have to," he mumbled.

Bill nodded, looking up at Tom. He stayed quiet against the bed, watching Tom move up to kiss his tummy again.. the familiar sensation was one of Bill's favorites and he knew that.

"Why don't we just lay down?" Tom asked quietly, Bill's sleepy eyes agreed. He nodded again.

Tom moved from between Bill's knees, propping himself up to lay next to the boy. Bill couldn't be bothered to rebutton his pants.. so he just kicked them off along with his shoes, laying on his side as he faced Tom.

Tom reached his hand out to play with Bill's hair, which the younger always enjoyed.. Tom had inevitably pulled the boy close, pressing their bodies together as he littered Bill's neck with kisses.

"You're so cute," he whispered, combing a hand through the boys hair.

Bill smiled, biting his lip as he put a hand on Tom's hair, rubbing his locks.

Bill had ended up on his back again, Tom laying between his legs as the man sucked dark spots onto his neck.. he held toms head close as they just relaxed.. letting the night soothe their stress as the brothers calmly enjoyed each other's presence.

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mysticstarlightduck · 4 months ago

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Friday Kiss Tag!💖

Thanks for the tag, @the-golden-comet (here)!

Rules: From your Story/WIP, share a snippet of your characters kissing. It can be any kiss, from familial pecks on the cheek, platonic kisses, forehead kisses, to full-blown makeouts

Okay! Since I don't have many actual kiss scenes for my current main WIPs, I'll go with a scene that falls under the Familial Peck category (thus it is in no way shape, or form shipping, its just innocent sibling fluff)!

Mine's a both cute/fluffy and kinda sad scene as well, from my WIP Scrapyard Boys, so let's get to it!

Rhys fiddled with his fingers, leaning on the glass panel that surrounded the train's cargo area, watching the neon lights of the city below. From this height and the bullet train's speed, the multicolored lights formed streaks in the sky, as the vehicle flew by like a flash. After being cooped up in that hellhole some called a lab for years, this sight was quite splendid. And to be frank, any mundane sight that wasn't chalk-white walls and emotionless faces walking around like clipboard-holding ants, would be awesome.

Completely immersed in the view below, letting his mind wander absently for the first time in a long time. The soft hiss of the train cutting through the air outside, the city sprawling and swirling down below, the soft smells that filled the cargo space: a whiff of leather from the bags stacked around them, the familiar scent of fuel, even the nagging smell of plastic - he didn't know how much he'd missed this until now and --

-- A yelp rang out beside him.

The teen almost jumped out of his own skin, accidentally hitting his head on the glass beside him, hand flying into his chest as his heart skipped a beat. Startled out of his peaceful musings by the sudden, unexpected sound, Rhys snapped his head to the side, and he saw his twin, sitting there beside him.

He'd been so awestruck by the overwhelming freedom they were experiencing, that he'd forgotten - for the briefest of seconds -about Gwyn, sleeping beside him. Or rather who had been sleeping beside him. The source of the yelp became apparent as soon as he locked eyes with her, now harried, hyperventilating, clinging to his hoodie for dear life.

A nightmare - Rhys didn't even need to ask to know. He'd had his fair share of those too, and in fact, it was usually him who woke himself up screaming most nights. An uncomfy side-effect of spending one's teen years in a government lab trying to make superheroes.

"Hey, hey." Rhys placed his hands on Gwyn's shoulders, nudging her to look at him, "We got out, we aren't there anymore."

The girl crosses her arms over her chest, hugging her knees to her chest, with a nervous pout, tears starting to subside "I know that. I know that." Gwyn frowns, leaning her head on his shoulder, "But what if they take us back?!"

Rhys considers it for a moment. He hadn't thought about that, actually. And it isn't something he'd like to imagine. At least not right now. So he gives her a prankster smile, "Nah, they won't. If they try, we can beat 'em. We'll freeze the agents they send after us into icicles before they even know what hit them, and they'll leave us alone after a while."

She looks up at him, hesitant, wiping at her eyes with the back of her sleeve, "You sure?"

Rhys wasn't sure. But he didn't let it show. "Look around you," He gestured to their surroundings, and the beautiful sights of the glowing city below, "If we got out of that place, we can stay out. We can do anything we want, and they can't stop us."

Gwyn finally gives him a mischievous smile of his own, tear streaed face brightening up, "Then I want," The girl pondered for a moment, brows furrowed, trying to think of what she wanted to do with their newfound freedom, "- I want to have ice cream and eat all the candies we can find. Then make a huge bowl of popcorn and watch those cheesy horror movies you liked."

Rhys' eyes light up, and for a moment, he felt like that kid again, before getting caught up in all of this, "Good plan!" He exclaimed, practically giddy, "Man, I can't wait for us to find Adrien's place - then we'll convince him to let us buy all the ice cream we want!"

"Oh, don't count on it. If he's still the same cheapskate Adrien we knew, his pantry probably consists of energy drinks, chicken nuggets, and a day-old confetti cake from the corner store." She quipped, smile growing brighter as she snorted out a laugh, "Oh, and cigarettes, can't forget the cigarettes."

Rhys laughed despite himself, nodding with a sly smirk, and mimicking a talk-show host's voice and posture, "Presenting: 'Adrien Rosetrom' and his not-so-brilliant podcast on 'how to wreck your lungs'. But the million-dollar question remains - will our star's dubious lifestyle let him outlive young adulthood?"

The twins broke out laughing, both at the absurdity of his joke and the fact that it was, in fact, somewhat true - that, combined with the adrenaline leaving their system, led to a pretty manic mix. A few moments later, the duo settled down, taking a moment to catch their breath with a giddy sigh, tension and fear almost forgotten.

After silence filled their surroundings once more, the only sounds that remained were the whoosh of air outside the bulletproof glass and the soft, barely noticeable whirring of the train's inner workings.

Leaning back against the window, Rhys pulled his twin closer, holding her in a one-armed hug, and Gwyn scooched closer, peeking over him to see the cities below. As she looked away, his smile faded. Rhys forced himself not to think of the agents that might come after them. The white walls of the lab flashed before his eyes. Whirring machines, needles drawing blood, and screens monitoring their every step.

He didn't want to go back at all.

Pulling his twin closer, he found himself placing a quick kiss on her messy head of hair, "...No one's gonna find us again."

He said, partially to her, but mostly, 80% mostly, to himself. Trying, and honestly failing, to soothe the anxiety that had begun to rage in the back of his mind after her comment. In his arms, Gwyn hugged him back and nodded, now focused on the sights outside. Eventually, they watched the train leave the city behind, now flying over the inky blue of the ocean, spotted white by clouds, - a sight they'd never seen before, and which thankfully helped bring his mind back to more pleasant topics, for a moment.

Despite that, long after Gwyn had fallen asleep again, Rhys' eyes couldn't help but stay glued to the horizon line, burning, fighting against the tiredness he felt.

It all seemed too unreal.

What if she was right? What if they couldn't run away? What if... this wasn't real? What if they ended up brainwashed like Laserstorm? Spectre's perfect puppets? Rhys' mind raced with those thoughts and a thousand others, spiraling, stocking the panic he'd forgotten he could feel. And deep down, despite knowing that they had indeed gotten out, that they had indeed made the most of an insanely lucky error of their supervisor, he feared that he let himself close his eyes and fall asleep, they would wake up back in that stark white room once more.

Tagging (gently): @sleepy-night-child, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @oh-no-another-idea, @littleladymab,

@winterandwords, @eccaiia, @sarahlizziewrites, @illarian-rambling

@agirlandherquill, @anoelleart, @ray-writes-n-shit

@writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess, @forthesanityofstorytellers

@i-can-even-burn-salad, @cakeinthevoid

@lassiesandiego, @thepeculiarbird, @clairelsonao3, @memento-morri-writes, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams, @the-letterbox-archives @differentnighttale

@wyked-ao3 and OPEN TAG

#wip scrapyard boys #writers on tumblr #writers #friday kiss tag #familial dynamics #writing #writerblr #my characters #character writing #my writing #writeblr #my wips

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lamuradex · 1 month ago

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Friday Kiss Tag!!!

Thank you @the-golden-comet for the tag. Luckily I've got something just for this.

Rules: From your Story/WIP, share a kiss. It can be any kiss, from familial pecks on the cheek, forehead kisses, platonic smooches, to full-blown makeouts.

If you don’t have a kiss to share, no worries! You can treat this tag like a writing share instead! ✨

Rules: Share a snippet of your Story/WIP!

Alright, so Friday Kisses. As followers may know, I've recently been working on a Scary short story, Lucid and Dreaming, to post on Halloween. And this story does contain a couple, so...

Let's have some dream kisses, shall we? Or just one. A small sample of the story I'll be posting.

I try to focus. If you really focus, you can sometimes control it. Change the dream. And I want to relive something. I concentrate and keep walking. The street becomes a park. The park shouldn’t be anywhere near this street, but it doesn’t matter. There she is. My best friend, Ashley. Well, more than a best friend now. We made it official last week, when she kissed me on that very bench. We’d been dancing around it for weeks and finally… I want to relive that kiss. I want to live in that moment again. Her look of shyness, her hurried explanation. Her light brown skin, deep brown eyes, and that silky chocolate hair, all so perfect in the afternoon light. That smile, those lips, the ones she insists on painting red. Like an invitation. And those words seared into my brain. “I know we’ve known each other a long time, but I can’t keep pretending. Things are different now. You know, after that party a few weeks ago… when we almost…” “What are you saying, Ash?” “I’m saying… I really did want to, that night, and it wasn’t just the beer talking. I wanted to kiss you. I… like you, Maya. Like, a lot. I really like you.” I remember blushing. The heat replays in my cheeks in the dream. “Really?” “Yes!” she exclaims, punching me in the arm. “Oh my god, as if it weren’t obvious. I’ve been staring at you ever since.” “I noticed.” “And you’ve been freaking flirting with me. Just… I didn’t want to ruin what we have. You’re my best friend, May.” “And you’re mine too. But that doesn’t mean our friendship is ending. It’s just… gotten deeper. More interesting. More… intimate.” I sit back, arms behind my head, casual as I can be. Girlfriends are nothing new to me… unfortunately. A string of bad luck there. But Ashley has only been out of the closet a couple of years. And I loved her even before that. Have to play it a little cool, not freak her out. “More intimate?” she asks. “Yeah. It means… we get to do stuff. And be together. And kiss.” Ashley’s eyes widen. I almost laugh. I would have laughed had I not been just as terrified. “I’d… I’d like that,” she says finally. “Like we were going to at the party?” “Kiss me. Right now.” I remember it well. It plays out in the dream. I didn’t even have time to ask a question, her hand just grabs my chin, spins my head, and her ruby painted lips plant against my beige ones. Softness, gentleness, a thrill like lightning down my spine. And I relive it all in the dream. And then she pulls away. Her phone buzzes. I still curse that phone sometimes. She leaves. I am alone, but I don’t feel alone. Not anymore. I want to relive it again. Live in the dream. Live in that moment forever.

And so that's a sample of Lucid and Dreaming, short horror story to be released on the 31st. It's a little romantic, a lot creepy, and a bit of a mindfuck.

Anyway Tagging:

@wintherlywords @stephtuckerauthor @fayeiswriting @mikathewriter @sableglass @agirlandherquill

By the way, if anyone doesn't want to be tagged, or alternatively would love to be tagged, feel free to let me know. Currently I'm just tagging Writeblr mutuals, as best as I can work out.

#writeblr #writing #writers on tumblr #writing community #lamura dex writes!#horror #Lesbian #Friday Kiss Tag #tag game

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the-inkwell-variable · 11 days ago

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friday kiss tag

thank you, @theink-stainedfolk and @the-golden-comet, for the tag! i'm stealing this from an old role play because i absolutely do not have the spoons to write one right now xD the desire, but not the spoons. enjoy!

He tugged off her helmet, brushed her hair out of her face, and she couldn’t stop herself from leaning into that light touch. But she wasn’t the only one. Her eyes, wide with terror and something she didn’t want to admit out loud just in case she was misreading his intention, locked onto his. He was staring back at her like he couldn’t look away. Her breath caught in her throat. Was he..? He was. He definitely was. He was leaning closer, bringing his face to hers.

Kia was no stranger to kissing -- she slept with a lot of people, and kissing went hand-in-hand with sex. But this? This was different. This was intimate. This was personal. And it was fucking terrifying.

”I’m okay. You’re okay. You shouldn’t jump off of buildings.”

”Ass.” But there was no time to say anything else. His lips captured hers, and time stopped. In movies and books, they always described it as fireworks, as the world ending and beginning all in a single second. She’d always mocked those books. But they were right. Even this chaste kiss lit her skin on fire. She let her eyes drift closed as she kissed him back, her hands slipping from his shoulders to cup his face. Time had stopped, and if she were meant to stay trapped in this moment forever, she would do so without a single breath of complaint.

Beep beep.

His body tensed against hers, and Kia’s heart sank. She didn’t have to see the message to know what had happened. He’d been called away. Part of her wanted to scream and curse, to rip his visor from his face and stomp it until it was nothing but a sparking pile of scrap and dust. But she’d known from the moment he’d asked to see her again that very first night that this would happen eventually. Hell, it happened more often than either of them were happy with. It was his duty. He was Robin. Robin had to come first.

”I have to go. Batman needs me.”

”I know.” Kia let him help her to her feet, noting with a shiver of guilty pleasure that he still kept her as close to his body as he could during the process. She didn’t want him to leave. If this were a romantic movie, she’d beg him to stay. But this was real life, not some cheesy Hallmark flick, and he had to go. No words from her could stop him, no matter how badly she wanted to try.

#talia answers #friday kiss tag

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deathclassic · 9 months ago

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tag game wednesday thursday

thank you for tagging me comet @spacerockwriting georgia @iansw0rld jay @just-survive-here kat @mybrainismelted willow @ian-galagher and chani @darlingian <3

how is your day going? i am so fucking tired, ive had 2:30am shift starts today and yesterday so i am v tired lol

are you okay? absolutely not <3 <3

what is your favourite shade of your favourite colour? BLACK IS A SHADEEEEEE

are you single? of course i am lmaooo

are you happy about that? no lol but whatever, something i have to deal with

what age do you feel in your brain? like 20

do you feel like the good times are behind you or ahead of you? i dont know tbh, probably ahead

do you have a best friend? no, i have 3 close friends but i wouldnt say i have a best friend. i dont like calling people that in case it isnt returned.

did you have a childhood pet? yeah my mum had a cat when i was born called allegro and she lived until i was like 3 and then i found a kitten under my nanas house when i was 6 and we kept him

do you sing or whistle around the house? no lol, hum as a bare minimum

do you light candles or incense? no, i have a candle that smells like weed tho but i just forget to light them

are you busy Friday night? yes i am going to bed bc i have a 5am shift on saturday

if you were a circus performer which act would you be in? i would be the popcorn vendor that follows them for some reason

what is your favourite outfit? uhhh red chained skirt/shorts, corset with mesh top and my docs

what's the last thing you created? im working on 2 commissions and my gallavich gift exchange so they are secret

what is your favourite fic or book of all time? shameless wise? etherised against the sky

what are you looking forward to? im going to new bloom festival on sunday but i might have to sell my ticket bc i have a 12am shift and the festival finishes at 11pm :/ otherwise im going to knotfest next thursday

what can put you immediately in a better mood? dan and phil

do you like hugs? not really

what is something you wish people understood about you? i live in a constant state of anxiety and i know it's infuriating to everyone around me but i can't stop

not tagging anyone see reason above lol

#mutuals #tag game #tagged

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spiced-wine-fic · 8 months ago

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Throwback Thursday

(Sorry it’s Friday, but work is very busy).

Thank you so much @sallysavestheday 🤗

So, two fic endings here.

Dark Prince was first posted in September 2007 on LOTRFF.com and November 09 on AO3.

Magnificat of the Damned Book IV: Anvil was completed in February 2019.

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Dark Prince: Chapter 72. The Chosen.

Vanimórë held out his hand.

"This is not for either of us I think, but it cannot be in my keeping." He leaned forward and kissed Glorfindel on the mouth, and turned away.

It did not burn him although his fingers quivered and tingled about it. He knew what the Silmarilli were, what was within them, and it was far more than the Light of the Trees.

Glorfindel turned, and Fos Almir was there.

Another rebirth and the greatest.

His body became white flame, the sound of his cry was torn away and through it the Silmaril pulsed like heart, a spirit.

He walked out of Fos Almir like the sun, and the jewel was a star in his hand. He saw Middle-earth in all its splendour, Aman in its aloof purity. He saw everything, felt every soul, save for those judged by Námo, cast out as dross upon a slag-heap.

He said, “Let there be Light in the Eternal Dark!”

He lofted the Silmaril and hurled it. Like a comet it traced a path through the skies and then hung there. Darkness opened about it, a nothingness that spread as if it would devour the jewel, feed on its light and all other light until it covered the whole world. The Void, the Everlasting Dark. But the Silmaril flared against it, shone into the place where the condemned were held.

And it was answered.

There was green, gold. There was light, after so long, when all he had been was a houseless flame which refused to go out, to be eaten by the Night.

The spirit was aware of weight, of flesh, of solidity forming around the soul. He felt air rush into lungs which began to inflate and deflate, felt his heart begin to beat. He staggered, regained his balance. Long hair fell like water against his back.

He went down on his knees again, just breathing, seeing each mote of sand below him, feeling its granular texture. The wild scent of brine was in the air. With a powerful surge and bunch of sinew, he forced this new body to its feet. For a moment the weight disoriented him, and then his soul forged with it as hand into a glove.

Fëanor raised his head.

OooOooO

Magnificat of the Damned. Book IV: Anvil. Chapter 33.

~ His eyes narrowed. He drew a harsh breath that felt like ice in his lungs. ‘Melkor. It is Melkor,’ he shouted.

Melkor, in the shape of Ancalagon, possessing the dragon, pouring his spirit into it. Get away from thee, did he, Eru? Or didst thou let him go?

Vanimórë.

He felt himself held immobile by Eru’s will and, in fury, lashed back. All the terror he felt for the Elves he loved, the rage at Eru’s interference, went into one appalling and violent mental slam that ripped agony through a mind still scored raw.

Eru’s presence reeled back in shock and pain, and Vanimórë wrenched himself from that suddenly lax mind-hold, his world limned in one bright blaze of pain.

Fëanor was looking at him. Looking directly at him, and then his eyes flicked to the approaching darkness coming out of the North. They widened.

Fëanor, Vanimórë pleaded, No.

But it was all there, the madness of grief that had brought him to an end in his first life. And the brightest of stars could detonate into supernovas.

The brightest of stars...

A supernova.

And to do what he was about to do, Fëanor had to release his hold. The skeins of light snapped and recoiled into him as he gathered himself.

Oh, Fëanor.

He ascended like a white sun, his sons following him.

Keep them back, Vanimórë. His voice was quite calm.

He dropped his sword, pulled off his helm, let them fall like a statement of intent. They were of no use to him. Raven hair rayed about his fierce, diamond-beautiful face.

‘Father.’ Maglor cried, his voice striking the aether like thunder, and Vanimórë, his heart breaking and a cold fury filling up the cracks, caught the Fëanorions in an iron fist of will. He thought he would weep as they raged and fought against him. But he did not let them go.

Ancalagon’s wingspan dwarfed the skies, midnight shadow racing under them, his jaws open to a cavern of fire. Fëanor poised for a moment, then he moved. Faster, faster, a shooting star but, unlike a shooting star, did not burn out; his brilliance raged greater and greater. Against Ancalagon’s immensity, he was tiny, a firefly to an eagle, but bright as a hole opened to an infinity of Light, a declaration of Life set against that which would devour Life.

In those last moments, Vanimórë read Fëanor’s mind clearly. There was love there, and absolute defiance, hatred like reforged iron for the one who had slain his father, his brother, tortured his son, warred with and slaughtered his people over centuries. He loathed Melkor, but there was little of selfishness there, of self; the theft of the Silmarils did not even brush his thoughts.

Ancalagon’s stretched jaws would have inhaled a warship of old Númenor like a fly and behind them, in the fire chambers, laval flame built and built, red as shed blood, smoke curling around the gigantic fence of teeth. Melkor, riding Ancalagon’s will, was coming for the Silmaril incarnate, the one being in all of Arda he had wanted to possess, to swallow, to make his.

And Fëanor, with all his fire, all his will, hit the dragon like a meteor.

OooOooO

I don’t know who’s done this as it’s Friday now, but tagging @auntieaugury @minquelie @nuredhel @naryaflame @pinksiamese @lucifers-cuvette @cuarthol @gellalaer @crowandmoonwriting @cycas @jane-ways @geneeste @nocompromise-noregrets @swanfloatieknight @sauroff @g-m-kaye @erynalasse @grundyscribbling @thenookienostradamus @blue-istari-stars-of-the-south @gardensofthemoon @elfscribe @zhie @polutrope And anyone else who fancies doing it. :)

#Throwback Thursday #even if it’s Friday 😭#Fanfic #writing

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costora-region · 1 year ago

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It's friday! And it couldn't be more perfect! Today's Mexico's Independency day and we present the final and most representative part of the Emblem in this pokémon!! Introducing Comaquila, Agoble and Regaguila!

We start with Comaquila! The name comes from common and Aquila (from the Eagle constelation). This is a Flying/Light type pokémon and it represents the evolution of the Mexican National Emblem as it evolves

Next is Agoble which comes from Aguila (Eagle in Spanish) and Noble, showing that it has been upgrading its title. This is based of one of the first Emblems, using the spread wings Eagle.

And Finally Regaguila! Coming from Regal and Aguila. This is meant to be Royalty, the top notch King of the skies! It's based in the modern emblem, albeit a bit altered. This is an apex predator Pokémon, btw.

I'll admit, I'm quite proud of this design... going from a small Eagle to a rather cometent and elegant one... And throwing in one of the types I included, make it more unique. Adept hunter on day or night! I hope you guys like them as much as I do!

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Magical Girl Exorcist Squad (Issue #14: Sins of the Father)

NOW

Nicole flew over the ocean, a pink comet over the bright blue reflected off the clear sky. The air contorted around her, bending to her will as she propelled further and further from the shoreline. She carved a wake into the water below, shooting a straight shot deeper and deeper out to sea. Behind her, a winged missile called Winona tore through the sky to catch up. With each flap of her wings, her speed amplified. All Nicole could do was keep pouring on the willpower, giving more and more of herself to the broom. “Pink rocket time,” she whispered. “Pink rocket time. Pink rocket time.”

The wake dug deeper into the sea, casting bigger and bigger shocks of water to her sides. Behind her, she heard Winona’s wings working ever-harder. Nicole stole a glance, and saw the shoreline on the horizon begin to fade.

Good. Now for part two of the plan.

Nicole turned up the pink rocket, and shot faster and faster through the air, until finally the horizon faded and Nicole came to a halt.

“Okay,” Winona said with a maniacal smirk as she caught up, “You win.”

Nicole smirked right back. “Music to my ears. Let’s talk.”

***

Thirty-Six Hours Earlier

Cass floated over Boston, drifting about in the fog. The moisture tickled her skin, and she struggled to discern the stars through the mist. It had been either this or spend another Friday night alone in her dorm attempting to pay attention to whatever show or book or comic she wanted to distract her. Not that she didn’t want to, but lately… Lately nothing except the mission felt real. Like it was all that mattered, all that she should be doing. She was barely getting her homework and other assignments in on time, barely sleeping, barely thinking about anything else. So, she walked outside her dorm, transformed, and took flight.

Debbi would be mad. Amy too. They were… They were her sisters, and they wanted to look out for her, but sometimes they didn’t seem to entirely get the severity of what they were doing. It didn’t matter if she got hurt, if they got mad- what mattered was the mission. It was all that had ever mattered.

She drifted until she passed by a police precinct and realized said police precinct had been hit. The windows were shattered, cops were darting in and out, EMTs were outside, there was… Blood. So much blood, Dear God.

Cass doubled around to see if there was anything demonic going on, only to find two people sprinting away from the precinct. Both wore wooden devil masks.

Cass followed them from overhead until they entered an alley, wherein an Aramaic rune was painted onto the brick wall of the alley in blood. A third person, unmasked, waited for them in the alley, then slammed a fist into the rune. It glowed bright red, and the two masked assailants vanished. Cass flew into the alley, landing on her feet and summoning holy light. She reached with her telekinetic fingers for a dumpster and got ready to toss it at the remaining villain…

Only to stop when she saw who it was.

The woman standing in front of the rune was the same height as Cass. Had the same hair color, the same curly texture, the same dark brown skin tone and gray-brown eyes.

“M-Mom?” Cass stuttered.

The woman’s eyes turned solid black as she blew Cass a kiss. “Not quite.”

She slammed a palm into the rune and vanished in a puff of black smoke. Cass ran towards the rune, hoping it would work for her as well.

A gravely screeching interrupted her from behind the mouth of the alley.

Cass turned to look, only to find ten monsters pouring into the alley. Each was forged from a motorcycle, their engines revving with murderous intent.

***

Four Hours Earlier

Cass rubbed the gash behind her left shoulder, where one of the motorcycle monsters ran its wheel on maximum velocity and tore up her skin. She really ought to have Nicole heal it, but… Well, she’d just told Nicole off and then snuck out of the house to go flying again, so even Nicole wasn’t likely to be in an accommodating mood.

She wondered if this was the right thing to do. It probably wasn’t, but… The others wouldn’t understand. Her mom’s life was at risk. Debbi would want to stand around debating the issue and come up with some vague, malformed plan, Amy would go into hysterics, and Heather would just want to punch something to death. And all that was fine when the monsters were coming to them, but that wasn’t what was happening.

As for Nicole…

Cass needed answers, and the only way she could think to get those answers was by doing something that would horrify the blonde saint-in-training. Nicole was a good person, and if she could keep her hands clean then that was good for her. But it wasn’t good for Cass.

She flew until she reached Boston, reached Saint Joseph’s, and used her telekinesis to rip the basement door off its hinges. She marched over the possessed Bishop tied to a chair. His eyes were closed, so Cass grabbed a cup of Holy Water off the table and splashed him with it.

The demon roared venomously, while the Bishop’s body struggled with his bonds.

Cass put a finger on the Bishop’s forehead. “Talk. And I’ll let you go. Simple as that.”

“Die in a fire, bitch!” Cyrus said.

“You first,” Cass said, gathering more Holy Water from the tank of the stuff in the corner of the room. It was slippery in the grip of her telekinesis, and it shattered quickly, so instead she willed her cup over to the tank to refill it and then brought it back over to her.

Cass poured a droplet of Holy Water onto the Bishop’s forehead, and Cyrus screamed with unchecked agony. A demon exposed to Holy Water was, from what she’d heard, in approximately the same amount of pain as someone getting teeth pulled without any Novocain. Which meant this…

“Keep going, little witchling,” Cyrus hissed. “Every drop of Holy Water takes you another step closer to damnation. I can’t wait to see you there!”

The screams of the damned reached up from below and shook Cass. Oh God, what am I doing? Cass realized, remembering a round of dental surgery she’d gotten in middle school sans a sufficient amount of painkillers. This is wrong, I can’t do this. But I need to save Mom. That’s the right thing to do. Which means I need this demon to talk. God, I rushed I just rushed into this without thinking it through- now what? Cass’ hands began to tremble. Fuck, not now! Time to bluff. “I told you, talk, and you get to go home.”

“You think it’s home you’re sending me to?!” Cyrus said. “That’s rich- you’re sending me back beneath the Floodwater with the rest of the Legionnaires you’ve exorcized. It will take months to make it back to hell, and even after that, it could take years to make it back here, to see my wife and my son ever again. The odds of my seeing them again are far higher as long as I’m here.”

“Huh,” Cass said. “You know, I never thought of it like that. Is your son named Aidan, by any chance?”

Cyrus groaned. “Oh Satan, has the boy already blown his cover?”

“Yes,” Cass said. “For what it’s worth, I’m pretty sure he was acting on orders.”

“Hm. Yes, that sounds like him. The boy is loyal to a fault, has trouble saying no to anything,” Cyrus said. “Still, I love him with all my… Well, maybe not all my heart and soul. I don’t actually have those. But you get the idea.”

Cass channeled Holy Light into her index finger and held it an inch from the demon’s forehead. “Well then, as you’ve explained to me, you’re gonna miss a lot of father-son bonding time if you get exorcized. So why don’t you start talking, and maybe I’ll think about letting you go.”

“What the hell do you think you’re doing!?” rang a furious, androgynous voice. From a room off to the side emerged a tall, tan individual wearing a flannel bathrobe. It was Abe, Father Gonzalez’s… Associate. Cass wasn’t really sure what their deal was. They seemed to be staying in a small bedroom beneath the basement, supervising the possessed Bishop whenever Father Gonzalez or Sister Quinn was busy.

And they were pissed.

“I can explain,” Cass said, holding her hands flat above her head.

“She really can’t,” Cyrus said.

“Okay, then explain,” Abe said.

“I was interrogating our prisoner,” Cass said.

“She was torturing me! Threatening to make sure I never see my family again!”

“Were you?” Abe asked.

Cass blinked. Fuck, what do I do what do I do what I do… I really didn’t think this through at all GODDAMMIT WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?! “Y… Yes.”

“Good God, girl! What is the matter with you?!” Abe screamed.

“Perhaps years of soldiering has taken its toll on the young Ms. Ortiz’s mind and spirit,” Cyrus opined. “Perhaps she’s falling, like an angel from the heavens, slowly being consumed by the intoxicating aroma of brimstone-”

“Shut up Cyrus, I’m not talking to you,” Abe said. They turned to Cass and said, “We’re gonna go wake up Father Gonzalez and you’re going to give your confession. He’ll decide how you can repent for this-”

A spike of panic tore through Cass’ heart. This was bad- she wasn’t supposed to get caught, but how could she not when her plan was stupid, stupid, stupid you’re so fucking stupid what is wrong with you?!

Cass summoned her broom and flew out the door into the night, groping for breath as the air rushed past her. She went higher, higher, higher- as far as she could from the ground until the air was too cold and too thin to go any further. Surrounded by clouds, Cass thought she might get lost and have to drift forever.

After what felt like hours, she looked down and saw her hands were trembling again.

Dammit.

She lowered herself towards solid ground, and started listing objects and their colors. “Red dress. Red hat. Gray sidewalk. Red stop sign.” The ground came into view, and she floated above an alleyway.

Someone was inside it, hunched over a display of dead bodies. Cass gasped- three people on the ground, dressed in rags and sliced to ribbons, blood painting the concrete crimson. She hovered above the young man, pale and average height and slender, clad in blue jeans and a gray hoodie. He fell to his knees, and he wept over the bodies.

Cass floated there silently, until she heard glass cracking behind her. She turned, and saw three monsters- a collection of broken beer bottles stitched together into a bipedal figure of shattered glass with shrapnel for teeth and fingers; a stop sign with legs, down on all fours, the letters dancing about in an ever-shifting Rorschach blob; and a floating, half-smoked cigarette the size of a motorcycle with a smoldering stub of Hellfire; and two humans, a man and a woman, both clad in devil masks behind them. Archie and Veronica- of course. Veronica got sprung from the clink and now she and boyfriend are on a killing spree. But how’s she walking again? Nicole broke her back.

The young man turned around and stared down the monsters at the mouth of the alley.

“Get down, man,” Cass said, floating just in front of the young man.

“You’re one of those magical girls,” the young man said.

“How very astute,” Cass said, monotone.

“Guess it’s time for my first team-up, then,” the boy said.

“I’m sorry, what now? I said to get down, gringo!”

In perfect Spanish, albeit with a thick Boston accent, the young man replied, “Don’t call me that,” as he marched past her. He carried a wiffle-ball bat behind him, dragging it over the ground.

“Uh, pendejo, that’s not gonna-”

“Don’t call me that either,” he said, still in Spanish.

The wiffle-ball bat sparked with white light, with Holy Light, until it was completely consumed. The glowing outline shifted until it no longer resembled a bat, but a claymore.

The cigarette monster charged first, and the boy swung wildly and missed. The burning end of Hellfire nearly stubbed him, but he leaped out of the way narrowly and began hacking and slashing at the air with his glowing makeshift sword.

Cass collected her jaw from the ground as the other two monsters charged. She channeled Holy Light into her fist and willed the stop-sign monster directly to her. She buried her fist in the metal, grunting as her hand bruised from the contact. Black smoke rushed out, and the dented stop sign fell to the ground as a heap of metal while the demon was banished from this plane of existence.

The boy finally landed a blow against the cigarette-monster, grazing it with the edge of his blade and carving a slice from the white paper. The cigarette burnt out as the demon was exorcized, and a dozen used cigarette stubs landed on the ground.

The glass monster charged Cass. That was bad- a direct punch would probably cut up her hand. But maybe…

Before the monster could reach her, the boy swung wildly with his sword. The broken-bottle-beast jumped out of the way, shockingly nimble, as the boy kept attacking. Cass fought against a headache as she extended her hands and pushed them together, locking the monster in place, and the boy sliced his sword through the monster’s center. A horizontal slash shattered the glass and purged the demon.

Cass gaped at the young man, then noticed behind him that Archie and Veronica had fled. And that sirens were blaring while red and blue lights flickered down the street.

When Cass turned to face the young man again, she saw that he was gone as well.

Lacking better options, she took flight.

Underneath the glamor, her phone buzzed in the back pocket of her denim. She took it out, and saw the words, ‘one new message from Mom.’

“Come to the place where we last spoke at sunrise,” Cass read.

The trembling in her hands grew ever more severe.

***

“I have an idea,” Nicole said. The four girls stood on the beach in their uniforms, midnight long past, the air growing ever colder and ever darker.

“I don’t like where this is going,” Heather said.

“You haven’t heard it yet,” Nicole said.

“Yeah, but you’ve already told us you’re not a ‘plan’ sort of person.”

Nicole sighed. “Be that as it may, I still have an idea.”

“Okay, let’s hear it,” Debbi said. The Donehue’s had settled back into the house, gathering their nightbags before they went to a hotel. Heather and Nicole had both already called their families and told them to find somewhere safe until the coast was clear. They were at a crossroads right now, their whole team. Whatever happened next would change the course of the struggle between good and evil. Best to divide and conquer.

“Winona flew out over the ocean, but she’s clearly hydrophobic,” Nicole said. “We need someone to draw her out while the rest of us look for Cass.”

“Nicole,” Heather said, pinching the bridge of her nose, “Please tell me you’re not suggesting-”

“I can fly out over the ocean, draw her out, and then get her talking,” Nicole said. “We need information and Cyrus still isn’t opening his mouth.”

“And what makes you think she’ll talk to you?” Heather said.

“Me,” Amy said, still rubbing her arms and shivering. “She’ll want to talk to her about me. But that means that I should-”

“No,” Nicole and Debbi both said at once.

“Amy, look at me,” Nicole said, taking her hand. “You’re not in a good psychological place to do something like that.”

“She’s right,” Debbi said.

“And I’m the fastest flier besides Cass, who somebody needs to look for,” Nicole said. “That probably shouldn’t be me given she rebuffed me last time we talked. She needs her sisters.”

Debbi put a hand on Amy’s shoulder. Amy sighed. “Okay.”

“I still don’t know if I’m crazy about this,” Heather said.

“What choice do we have?” Nicole said. “We’re being pursued by an enemy who knows us but whom we know almost nothing about. On top of that, while we did okay just now, I’m not convinced that Winona was going all out. I mean, come on, Heather- did that really feel like someone fighting at a hundred percent?”

Heather grunted. “No. It didn’t. Felt like someone testing us, trying to write a playbook on how best to deal with us. And that’s on top of the hundreds of hours of proverbial film she’s got on us from all those monster fights these past few years.”

“I’m the only one she hasn’t had time to plan for yet,” Nicole said.

“But you’re also the least experienced.”

“But I’m the only one with a healing factor.”

“But you’re the only one with zero hand-to-hand combat experience,” Heather said.

“Ladies, if I may suggest a compromise,” Debbi said, eyes going wide.

“I’m listening,” Heather and Nicole said.

Debbi smirked.

***

NOW

Nicole flew along the coast as the sun rose. She was a pink comet over a gray sky beginning to burn red and gold. The sun rising over the ocean was always one of her favorite sights growing up. Still was, honestly.

She smiled. Positive thinking was the only way around the hand grenades of anxiety going off in her brain. You can do this. You’ve got home court advantage. And she’s a yandere, so you know this will work-

“WHY HELLO THERE!” Winona’s voice tore across the horizon, flying back out from over the ocean like a pink-energy-seeking missile. Nicole accelerated at just the right moment, and the rogue Nephilim crashed into a sand dune.

Winona poked her head out from the sand and spat out a mouthful.

“General White,” Nicole grinned.

“I’m gonna kill you, bitch,” Winona said, smiling and giggling.

“Oh come on, don’t be like that. I’d much rather have a nice conversation,” Nicole said.

“I don’t have anything to say to-”

“About Amy,” Nicole said.

Winona paused. “I’m listening.”

“Tell you what,” Nicole said, “Why don’t we have a race, see who can clear the shore’s line of sight fastest. If you win, you can tear me apart limb from limb or whatever it is you think about before bed, but if I win we can have a nice conversation like grown women.”

Winona’s smile reminded Nicole of a rabid fisher cat she’d had to shoot during a camping trip years ago. “Okay!” Winona beamed, dusting herself off and stretching her wings.

“Cool!” Nicole said. “Race starts on three- 123GO!!!!”

And with that, she took off.

Behind her, a winged missile called Winona tore through the sky to catch up. With each flap of her wings, her speed amplified. All Nicole could do was keep pouring on the willpower. “Pink rocket time,” she whispered. “Pink rocket time. Pink rocket time.”

Good. Now for part two of the plan.

Nicole turned up the pink rocket, and shot faster and faster through the air, until finally the horizon faded and Nicole came to a halt.

“Okay,” Winona said with a maniacal smirk, “You win.”

Nicole smirked right back. “Music to my ears. Let’s talk.”

“What exactly does Amy see in you?” Winona said, her wings stagnant as she floated over the ocean. “Besides that you’re very, very fast- which I’ll admit you are.”

“Honestly? I’m not entirely clear on that. I don’t really think I’m that great.”

“Well yeah, obviously, but you’ve gotta have some idea,” Winona said, eyes narrow.

“No, legitimately: I have no idea. I don’t know how queer girls think.”

“But you are a queer girl.”

“And so are you- why don’t you take a guess?”

Winona blinked. “Well you are smoking hot, I’ll give you that.”

“But so are you.”

“Oh stop,” Winona said, smiling smugly, waving a hand.

“No I mean it- you’re an astonishingly beautiful woman. You’re much prettier than I am,” Nicole said, meaning every word of it.

“You really think so?” Winona said, hopeful as a child on Christmas morning.

“Yeah- you’ve got fantastic hair, killer cheekbones, gorgeous eyes, a great butt-”

“It is my best feature,” Winona said, smacking her cheeks. “I mean hey, looks aren’t everything, but mine will last forever, so I do have that going for me.”

“There ya’ go,” Nicole said. “You’re a real catch, Winona.”

“Thank you. You’re very sweet,” Winona said, beaming with pride and affection. “Maybe that’s why she likes you.”

“Could be,” Nicole shrugged. “Honestly though, I’m concerned it’s a misplaced sense of guilt and that she’s projecting.”

“Oh come on, give her more credit than that,” Winona said. “I’ve been watching Amy since she was seventeen- when she knows what she wants, she goes for it. Like the captain of the football team, or the captain of the basketball team, or the captain of the rival basketball team- girl’s got game.”

Nicole gulped. “Blue Blazes.”

“What’s that?”

“... I just gotta ask- how’d we get here?”

“We flew here,” Winona said, cocking her head to the side.

“No, no I meant the stalking thing,” Nicole said. “Why exactly have you been stalking Amy since before she was legal?”

“Actually, the age of consent in Massachusetts is sixteen, so she was-”

“That’s not the point,” Nicole said, raising a hand, struggling to keep the anger and disgust out of her voice. She took a deep breath of ocean air, drinking in the scent of the brine. “What I’m asking is why a Nephilim is doing all this in the first place- what is it that you actually want? Besides Amy, I mean.”

“To rule over Hell,” Winona said simply.

“And why’s that?” Nicole asked.

“Because an angel needs to rule Hell,” Winona said. “Nobody has sat the thrown since Uncle Samael went back to heaven.”

Nicole stammered, “I… I… I’m sorry, what?”

“Oh yeah, nobody on Earth actually knows all the details, do they?” Winona said, fluffing her light-wings. “Samael… Lucifer, or Satan, or just ‘the devil’ as you’re probably used to calling him… Repented his sins.”

“... There’s no way that’s true,” Nicole said.

“Your friend Cassandra’s been having visions, has she not?” Winona said. “Ask her about it. The Throne of Hell is mostly empty right now. It’s meant to be ruled by the Unholy Trinity: Satan, aka Lucifer, aka Samael; his daughter Sin, aka Azazel; and her daughter, Death, aka Azrael. But Azrael went to work for Grandpa Yahweh a while ago, and a few decades back, Uncle Samael decided he was tired of Hell. So, he went to talk to his Father, and was ultimately welcomed back into the Heavenly Host with open arms.”

“No,” Nicole shook her head. “That can’t possibly be true- the devil wouldn’t just- God wouldn’t just-”

“Forgive the devil?” Winona said, tilting her head to the other side. “Whyever not? God forgives everyone, loves everyone. He loves all his children, including His Lightbringer. And that’s lovely, but somebody needs to preside over Hell. Azazel can’t do it all on her own- she was overrun and unseated by a group of rogue angels called the Outcasts, and their human allies, the Wilders. They want to destroy Hell entirely, which would be great if that didn’t mean there was nowhere for the wicked souls to go after they die. Nowhere except Earth, nothing to do except haunting people and destroying stuff out of spite. You don’t want that, do you?”

Nicole struggled to find the words. This was a lot to take in, a lot to process, a lot to accept. She’d always been aware that there was no way the Catholic Church got absolutely everything right, but this was something else. “... Assuming even a fraction of what you’re telling me is true, why the heck would you want to take over Hell?”

“Because I’m the most qualified,” Winona said with a cocksure expression. “Before Uncle Samael became the Adversary, there was my father, Samyaza.”

“The leader of the Watchers, the angels assigned with guarding the Earth in ancient times,” Nicole said.

Winona clapped and squeed, the same way Nicole would when someone caught one of her obscure comic book references. It was more than slightly disturbing. “You’ve read the Book of Enoch! Yay! That’s awesome! So you know what happens next?”

“The Watchers were filled with lust for the daughters of man, and procreated with them, begetting giants called Nephilim,” Nicole said, dread and panic lancing her insides.

Winona giggled while pointing at herself. “That’s me!”

“And God sent the Great Flood to purge them from the earth,” Nicole said. Run away run away run away Nicole, run, you cannot beat this, RUN AWAY!

“And it mostly worked,” Winona said. “Except not all of us died. My father, Samyaza, loved me more than anything. He shielded me under his wings, kept me safe while the Floodwater washed over us. It drained into the negative space of reality itself, Chaos, where the Floodwater kept me and all the other survivor’s prisoner. Until finally, I was able to escape from under my father’s corpse, broke into Hell with the help of the Demon Legion trapped beneath the Floodwater by Christ, and started carving out a life for myself. But then everything changed after Uncle Samael left. And I took it upon myself to pick up the pieces.”

Nicole let a breeze roll over her and a wave pass under her. Run. “If what you’re saying is true, then why have you been attacking people? Why have you been stalking Amy? Why have you been releasing demons into the world and hurting and killing people?! WHY?!”

Winona’s giggled mutated in a smug cackle. “Because of Soul Energy. It’s everything- I need it to take over Hell. And the only way to harvest it is by killing humans.”

“Okay, so lemme see if I understand you: by killing people, you harvest Soul Energy to power your war machine, which, in conjunction with your Legion, you wanna use to defeat all your enemies and conquer Hell? Do I have all that right?”

“Yeppers!” Winona said.

“Winona,” Nicole said, “You’ve got to realize what you’re doing is wrong.”

Winona furrowed her brow. “Mmmmmm no I don’t! I mean, what else do you expect me to do? Hell needs a ruler, otherwise the Outcasts will destroy it, and that will destroy everything.”

“So why do you have to have a stake in it at all?!” Nicole shouted. “If Lucifer was allowed back into Heaven, you could be as well!”

“Because Hell needs to be ruled by an angel. One who will make sure it functions as intended,” Winona said firmly. “I’m doing this because it’s the right thing to do!”

“Killing people for the sake of sitting on some stupid throne isn’t the right thing to do!” Nicole said, grinding her teeth, tears in her eyes.

“Well hey, everyone else is doing it,” Winona sighed. “You thought I was the only one releasing demons, creating monsters? I mean sure, in this state, and a few others, but I’m not the only one. I control the Demon Legion, which constitutes most of the Demonic Spirits, but that doesn’t take into account the Manifested Demons, the Fallen Angels, the Wilders, plus the Spirits who’ve allied with the Coven or the Dark Prophet.”

Something about that… REALLY ticked Nicole off. “So, if everyone else is doing it, that makes it okay? Do I have that right? Is that how you see all this?”

“As okay?” Winona asked. “No. It’s not okay. I’m well aware of that. But it is necessary. Now, I think we’ve had a lovely conversation today. Very productive. Very informative. I don’t suppose there’s any chance I can win you over to my side?”

“Are you gonna keep killing people?” Nicole monotoned.

“Yes.”

“Then no.”

“Why not?” Winona pouted.

“Because MURDER IS WRONG!” Nicole glared.

“Most of the time, sure, but some people fuckin’ deserve it.”

“I’ve seen dead children at your monster attacks,” Nicole spat. “Did they deserve it?”

“I mean you never know, some of them might’ve grown up to be real assholes.”

Nicole glared, jaw plummeting into the ocean depths below her broom. “Yeah, um… The answer is still no. But I would like to make a counter-offer.”

“Oh? I’m listening?”

“Okay, just wait for it… Wait for it…”

That was when Heather soared down from directly above. She’d followed their chase the whole time, two hundred feet further in the air, nothing but a verdant speck amidst the clouds. Nicole lobbed a Pink Energy sphere at her teammate as Heather’s fist collided with Winona’s skull and sent her screaming into the deep blue.

Nicole flew over and grabbed Heather by the back of her dress before she fell into the ocean herself. “COME ON COME ON COME ON LET’S MOVE!!!!!”

And with that, they flew back to shore, Nicole muttering, “Pink rocket time, pink rocket time, pink rocket time,” all the way onto land.

Once they were a few blocks into the nearest town, they untransformed and hailed a cab, then took off for campus.

In the distance, Nicole saw Winona flailing about in the sky above, soaking wet, searching desperately. Nicole hyperventilated, fear reverberating through every inch of her body and soul, her shield nearly collapsing under the weight of all that it was being asked to protect her from.

***

The sun finished rising over the cemetery, a long and winding series of hills dotted with tombstones. Dew sparkled in the expanding light, casting a multicolored radiance over the field of death. Cass landed on the ground with a thud, the subsequent soreness of her feet dwarfed only by the pain in her back from having spent most of an entire night flying.

The monster wearing her mother’s skin stood in front of her father’s grave.

“Hello, Cassandra,” the demon said with her mother’s voice. “I see you got my text.”

Cass glowered, hoping her trembling hands weren’t visible. She marched forward, trembling hands throbbing with Holy Light.

She reached for the demon’s throat.

The barrel of a gun pressed into the back of her head through the fabric of her hat. “How’s it going?” said a feminine voice muffled beneath a mask.

Veronica. Directly behind her, by the sound of it.

Cass’ hands wouldn’t stop shaking, her heart wouldn’t stop pounding, her mind wouldn’t stop racing. All she could see in front of her was a monster, one who needed to be stopped. Whatever happened to Cass didn’t matter, not so long as the monsters were defeated.

Pain and panic and horrible focus burned inside Cass’ mind and soul. She lunged for the demon. And all Hell broke loose.

***

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Comet! I saw that someone else wrote in with a Per Dream. Well, I haven't had any luck having a Per dream yet...but I did have a Ghost dream but it was slightly disturbing/disappointing!

Anyway, It was the other night - I guess I was reading about how they won a Swedish Grammi so it was on my mind.

Anyway, I was going to a show. The venue that they were playing at had a long line out front - normal I guess. But it was a weird, white cement building. Inside, they were playing in a kind of small room...about the size of an elementary school classroom! And the crowd had to sit on the floor, like a bunch of little kids, and also stand in the hall to watch it.

And there wasn't any stage, either, just this ugly, empty room with shitty white concrete /cinder block walls and some weird, purple and yellow silk "stage" curtains hanging down on either side. They'd play up in the front of this "classroom" I supposed. The instruments weren't even set up! And it wasn't dark. It was bright, fluroescent white tube office building/classroom type lights! So bad.

I remember thinking...Well, it's kind of nice to see them in a smaller venue again, but I guess there won't be a big stage show or any pyro! Also...the view kind of sucked, because I wasn't sitting on the classroom floor, I was stuck out in the hallway with other people and we had to view them through some crappy classroom safety glass doors!

The funniest thing was - I was standing next to Slavghoul - who I don't know anything about other than seeing their name handle when it comes up here on Tumblr! I just remember that the person standing next to me was them and somehow we were like "hi". Maybe I've been online too much recently. Also, been under some stress so that's probably it! Ha ha,

Anyway, happy Friday and may we all have better concert dreams this weekend! And less stress.

Love, Gremlin

oh GOD, Gremlin. What a fucking trip of a dream. Thank you for sharing this with me it's making me LAUGH. I love it so much. I had one recently where I was at a ghost show but it was so small that the audience was on stage with Ghost? I was standing next to the drums (Per was drumming, out of costume). Fucking wild the things our brains come up with. We really do spend to much time on the internet, but I'm not willing to change that. Here's to a beautiful weekend and less stress for all of us <3 <3

#comet comments #gremlin #ghost dreams #unmasked ghoul #I guess

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alreadyjackbestfriend · 2 years ago

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nightmares part 2. jack harlow x reader

Pairing: Jack Harlow x reader

Genre: angst, fluff

Note: after writing the sentence that it's going to be in bold letters, i thought of this song. this part wasn't inspired by it, but I feel like it captures its essence in a way.

part 1.

Haven't slept in a week or two, or two I think I might have fallen in love What am I to do?

you have spent almost a week ignoring jack successfully, you spent some nights studying at your friend's house, others locked in your room (obviously jack tried to talk to you every time he realized you were there, but you knew he was all about respecting personal space so if he knocked on your door and you didn't answer, he didn't try to force his way in), you were never in any of the shared spaces of the house where he could catch you, like the kitchen or living room, you muted his messages and you always arrived at the apartment when you knew he was not there. you even started to wonder if you had chosen the wrong career and you should be a detective or something.

You didn’t need to sleep anyway… although your body didn’t agree. one of your friends gently hit you in the ribs with her elbow, before the professor had the chance to realize you were falling asleep in his class.

It was Friday again, and when the class ended you decided that it was enough, you would go home and get some sleep. you said goodbye to your friends and made your way to the apartment, if everything was the same as before, neither urban nor jack would be there. But obviously, everything was not like before.

Urban was in his room with the door open, lying down in his bed with his laptop on his lap, “heyy, y/n” he said, when he felt your presence leaning against the door frame. He immediately noticed your deep dark circles, but didn’t say anything. You haven’t talked to him in all these days, and you missed him, after all, he was your friend, they both were.

“hey, what are you doing here?” you asked, and he looked at you confused, “it’s Friday” you reminded him.

“right” he laughed softly, “I have to finish this work by Monday, and I need a good grade” you nodded, and you closed the door and walked over to his bed, sitting next to him, forgetting your plan about coming home to sleep.

“ok, what do we have to do?”

You spent almost two hours reading and helping urban writing, and you both were so caught up that you didn't hear the front door opening a few minutes ago.

“okay, this is it for today, my brain is definitely not working anymore”

“thank you, y/n”

“oh, don’t mention it”

“can I tell you something?” you nodded, “I know that you are mad at jack, but you should talk to him, you haven't let him explain what happened”

“he has nothing to explain to me, we are not together, maybe we are not even friends, we are just… roommates” he pursed his lips and shook his head, as if he was disappointed of your answer, “let's leave it that way”

“if you say so”

you tapped his shoulder while getting up and left the room. While you were closing the door behind you, you saw jack in the hall, next to his door. He looked sadly at you, and entered his room without saying anything. you wondered if he had heard what you said, and felt the guilt run down your throat as you swallowed.

You tried to sleep with the lights on that night, but the only thing you managed to do was close your eyes and open them every half hour, trying to stop your body from going into a deep sleep.

***

The next day you spent the morning and the afternoon in urban’s room, reading texts for your classes while occasionally helping him with his work. At one point, he went to the kitchen to make something to eat. meanwhile, you lay down on his bed and closed your eyes for a few seconds.

“okay, that’s it” you listened to jack’s voice and opened your eyes immediately. He closed the door, leaving you with no chance of escape. he seemed really mad, and hurt. You got up from the bed, and looked at him “you're going to have to listen to me”

“I have nothing to listen to” you answered, and jack felt like he was going to explode because of your stubbornness.

“what’s happening in there?” suddenly urban's voice said behind the door

“go away urban!” jack yelled

“what the fuck bro it’s my fucking room” you heard urban said, and in any other context you would have laughed but it wasn't something you wanted to do right now.

Jack shut his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, “please just give us a minute, we'll be out soon”

“fineeeee” your friend said.

“you have nothing to explain to me jack, we are not a couple or anything”

“ok, then why are you mad at me?”

you didn't know what to answer, he was right. But then you started talking.

“because you kissed me and then you disappeared for two days! and you came back with another girl and I know I have no right, but I felt betrayed” you finally blurted out, a pout forming on your lips, trying to hold back the tears.

Jack looked at you confused, “when did I bring another girl here?”

“Jack” you sighed, “I heard her laugh from your room” you said, and saw realization on his face.

“oh, y/n, you got it all wrong, if you just let me explain all this” you crossed your arms over your chest, and nodded, giving him the opportunity to explain himself. he cleared his throat before speaking, “last weekend was a mess, I was a mess, I freaked out y/n, my feelings for you freaked me out. You know why I never tried to make a move on you? Because I have known you for six months, and I knew that as soon as we got a little closer, I would fall for you in a heartbeat, and that’s exactly what happened, and scared the shit out of me. I’m a normal person with fears, you know? Love is something that I’m afraid of, because when you are happy, that’s when things get shattered”

“I know, I’m scared too” you replied, and saw hope in his eyes. “but I didn’t run from you. And how do you explain the girl in your room? I tried to fall sleep even when I was scared of it, in case you decided to fuck her, I didn’t want to listen”

“but that didn’t happen, y/n, I promise you; you have me wrapped around your finger for gods sake” he said, with a frustrated laugh, ”I tried to be with someone that weekend, I confess it, but I couldn’t, because the only thing that I had in my mind was you. And this girl that was in my room came with her friends and they chose my bedroom to hang out because it was bigger than urban’s, and you know how hard it is for me to say no to people” he rubbed his hands over his face, “her friends left because they got bored and she was sitting on the floor smoking with urban and laughing with him while I was laying on my bed, checking my phone seeing if you gave any sign of life”

you felt your body instantly relax at his confession, but you still had something else on your mind “but you knew I needed you the night before”

“I know and I’m sorry, I fell sleep that night, I was wasted, and the day after I spent the whole afternoon throwing up. Then urban came here and saw you, and told me that you went to a friend’s house and didn’t let him explain what happened, and I though the worst.”

You looked at him not knowing what to say, you could see the desperation on his face, and all his explanations made sense, but you were hesitant… because the scenarios you formed in your head kept betraying you, you had a hard time believing how he had shot down each one of them.

“Please y/n, give us a chance. I was so afraid of testing a little of your love because I knew that after that I couldn’t let you go, and I’m so afraid that one of my worst fears is coming to reality exactly because of being a coward”

You spent a few seconds in silence, before you closed the distance and hugged him with all in you, he hugged you back, lifting you a little off the ground. Then, you moved your head to face him and you joined your lips to his in a slow and tender kiss.

When you broke the kiss to take a breath, you said: “I haven’t slept in a week”.

he looked at you with a tender smile, “let’s go take a nap”.

Needless to say, you didn't have a nightmare ever again.

***

I'M SO PROUD OF THIS, i haven't writed that fast and excited in years!!!! i really hope you enjoy it as much as i did writing it <;3

#jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x you #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow fic #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow fluff #jack harlow angst #jack harlow one shot

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taylorswiftandx · 3 years ago

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Taylor Swift and Outer Space

Keywords: aurora borealis, comet, constellation, cosmic, eclipse, lunar, meteor, moon, planet, Saturn, star, sun (this list only includes references to an astronomical object itself, so words like moonlit/sunshine/starlight/sunny/starry etc. have not been included but can be found in the complete lists for Moon, Stars, and Sun)

'Taylor Swift'

Tim McGraw: He said the way my blue eyes shined put those Georgia stars to shame that night

Tim McGraw: The one we danced to all night long, the moon like a spotlight on the lake

Teardrops On My Guitar: The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star

Mary’s Song (Oh My My My): I looked at you like the stars that shined in the sky like pretty lights

Mary’s Song (Oh My My My): I’ll still look at you like the stars that shine in the sky

I’m Only Me When I’m With You: Friday night beneath the stars in a field behind your yard

'Fearless (Taylor's Version)'

Untouchable: But you’re untouchable, burning brighter than the sun

Untouchable: It’s like a million little stars spelling out your name

Today Was A Fairytale: You've got a smile that takes me to another planet

We Were Happy: We used to watch the sun go down on the boats in the water

'Speak Now (Taylor’s Version)'

Last Kiss: And I hope the sun shines, and it’s a beautiful day

Electric Touch: I was thinking just one time, maybe the stars align and maybe I call you mine

When Emma Falls In Love: Hangs in the air like stars in outer space

'Red (Taylor's Version)'

The Moment I Knew: And it would’ve felt like a million little shining stars had just aligned

Ronan: I love you to the moon and back

Forever Winter: I'll be summer sun for you forever, forever winter if you go

Forever Winter: I'll be your summer sun forever

'1989 (Taylor’s Version)'

Out Of The Woods: When the sun came up I was looking at you

Out Of The Woods: When the sun came up you were looking at me

Suburban Legends: I had the fantasy that maybe our mismatched star signs would surprise the whole school

'reputation'

(no outer space)

'Lover'

Paper Rings: The moon is high like your friends were the night that we first met

It’s Nice To Have A Friend: Sun sinks down, no curfew

'folklore'

cardigan: You drew stars around my scars, but now I’m bleeding

seven: Love you to the moon and to Saturn

august: Your back beneath the sun, wishing I could write my name on it

hoax: My eclipsed sun, this has broken me down

'evermore'

dorothea: The stars in your eyes shined brighter in Tupelo

coney island: And it gets colder and colder when the sun goes down

coney island: When the sun goes down, the sight that flashed before me was your face, when the sun goes down

ivy: Crescent moon, coast is clear, spring breaks loose, but so does fear

cowboy like me: You’re a bandit like me, eyes full of stars

long story short: And he's passing by, rare as the glimmer of a comet in the sky

'Midnights'

Anti-Hero: I’ll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror

Snow On The Beach: One night a few moons ago, I saw flecks of what could’ve been lights

Snow On The Beach: Flying in a dream, stars by the pocketful

Snow On The Beach: I searched “aurora borealis green”

Snow On The Beach: But your eyes are flying saucers from another planet

Question...?: Does it feel like everything’s just, like, second best after that meteor strike?

Mastermind: Once upon a time, the planets and the fates and all the stars aligned

High Infidelity: Do I really have to chart the constellations in his eyes?

Hits Different: Now the sun burns my heart and the sand hurts my feelings

'The Tortured Poets Department'

Down Bad: For a moment, I knew cosmic love

Down Bad: I’ll build you a fort on some planet where they can all understand it

So Long, London: A moment of warm sun, but I’m not the one

But Daddy I Love Him: Now I’m dancing in my dress in the sun and even my daddy just loves him

I Can Do It With a Broken Heart: There in her glittering prime, the lights refract sequin stars off her silhouette every night

Clara Bow: Crowd goes wild at her fingertips, half moonshine, a full eclipse

Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus: Could it be enough to just float in your orbit?

I Hate It Here: I hate it here so I will go to lunar valleys in my mind

I Hate It Here: When they found a better planet, only the gentle survived

thanK you aIMee: Screamed, “Thank you, Aimee” to the night sky and the stars are stunning

The Prophecy: A greater woman stays cool but I howl like a wolf at the moon

Peter: We both did the best we could do underneath the same moon in different galaxies

Other Songs written by Taylor

All Of The Girls You Loved Before: Stars all aligned and they intertwined

Safe And Sound: Just close your eyes, the sun is going down

Official Alternate Releases

(no outer space)

#taylor swift #lyrics #taylorswiftandx #lyric parallels #outer space #comet #moon #planet #star #sun

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nasa · 4 years ago

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The 2021 Perseid Meteor Shower Is Here!

Image Credit: NASA/Bill Ingalls

The Perseids are at their peak this week!

The Perseid meteor shower, one of the biggest meteor showers of the year, will be at its brightest early in the morning on Thursday, August 12, 2021 and Friday, August 13, 2021. Read on for some tips on how to watch the night sky this week – and to find out: what exactly are the Perseids, anyway?

Credit: NASA/Bill Ingalls

Your best chance to spot the Perseids will be between 2 AM and dawn (local time) the morning of August 12 or 13. Find a dark spot, avoid bright lights (yes, that includes your phone) and get acclimated to the night sky.

Your eyes should be at peak viewing capacity after about 30 minutes; with a clear, dark sky, you could see more than 40 Perseids an hour! If you’re not an early bird, you can try and take a look soon after sunset (around 9 PM) on the 12th, though you may not see as many Perseids then.

Credit: NASA/MEO

If it’s too cloudy, or too bright, to go skywatching where you are, just stay indoors and watch the Perseids online!

Our Meteor Watch program will be livestreaming the Perseids from Huntsville, Alabama on Facebook (weather permitting), starting around 11 p.m. EDT on August 11 and continuing through sunrise.

So… why are they called the Perseids?

Because all of a meteor shower’s meteors have similar orbits, they appear to come from the same place in the sky – a point called the radiant.

The radiant for the Perseids, as you might guess from the name, is in the constellation Perseus, found near Aries and Taurus in the night sky.

But they’re not actually coming from Perseus, right?

Credit: NASA/Joel Kowsky

Right! The Perseids are actually fragments of the comet Swift-Tuttle, which orbits within our solar system.

If you want to learn more about the Perseids, visit our Watch the Skies blog or check out our monthly “What’s Up” video series. Happy viewing!

Make sure to follow us on Tumblr for your regular dose of space!

#NASA #space #astronomy #skywatching #meteors #meteor showers #Perseids #asteroids #comets #news

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disneytva · 2 years ago

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July 2022 Programming Highlights

Friday, July 1 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney Junior Alice’s Wonderland Bakery “Meet the Tweedles/A Very Wonderland Wedding” (7:00-7:30 a.m. EDT on Disney Channel/4:00-4:30 p.m. EDT on Disney Junior) “Meet the Tweedles” – The Tweedles help Alice decide between becoming the royal baker or continuing at the bakery. *Vanessa Bayer (“I Love That For You”) and Bobby Moynihan (“Mr. Mayor”) guest star as Tweedle Do and Tweedle Don’t.

“A Very Wonderland Wedding” – When Alice agrees to bake a wedding cake, she must find a way to represent both the bride and groom. *Lamorne Morris (“New Girl”) and Broadway’s Ali Stroker guest star as Dandy and Daisy. TV-Y

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Junior Eureka! “Pepper Power/Flickerwing Butterflies” (7:30-8:00 p.m. EDT) “Pepper Power” – Pepper’s boundless strength threatens to ruin Eureka’s invention.

“Flickerwing Butterflies” – Eureka and Roxy take a mother-daughter road trip to see the hatching of the flickerwing butterflies. TV-Y

Saturday, July 2 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel The Ghost and Molly McGee “Scaring is Caring/All Night Plight” (9:30-10:00 a.m. EDT) “Scaring is Caring” – When Scratch is unable to scare the day before his report is due, Molly takes over his scares.

“All Night Plight” – Molly, Scratch and Libby try to stay up all night to see a rare comet. TV-Y7

Friday, July 8 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel and Disney Junior Marvel’s Spidey and his Amazing Friends “Parade Panic/The Case of the Burgling Book Bandit” (8:30-9:00 a.m. EDT on Disney Channel/12:30-1:00 p.m. EDT on Disney Junior) “Parade Panic” – Team Spidey is honored with their own parade, but the villains band together to ruin everything.

“The Case of the Burgling Book Bandit” – When all the detective books in the library go missing, Team Spidey is on the case! TV-Y

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Junior Eureka! “Epic Fail/Yes We Canyon!” (7:30-8:00 p.m. EDT) “Epic Fail” – Eureka tries to rid her father’s shop of some pesky pteros birds.

“Yes We Canyon!” – When Eureka’s friends try to claim a beautiful canyon, she helps by dividing it equally between them. TV-Y

Saturday, July 9 Original Series – Season One Finale on Disney Channel The Ghost and Molly McGee “The Jig is Up/Molly vs. The Ghost World” (9:30-10:00 a.m. EDT) “The Jig is Up” – When the Ghost Council discovers joy in Brighton, Scratch must keep Molly out of harm’s way.

“Molly vs. The Ghost World” – When Scratch is taken to the Ghost World for trial, Molly sets out to save him. TV-Y7

Saturday, July 16 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel Big City Greens “DependaBill/The Delivernator” (9:30-10:00 a.m. EDT) “DependaBill” – Bill tries too hard to impress a neighbor. Tilly investigates a sock conspiracy.

“The Delivernator” – Cricket races against a robot to save his delivery job, while Gramma fights an ant infestation! TV-Y7

Friday, July 22

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Junior Eureka! “Light at the End of the Cave/Kanga-Bird is the Word” (7:30-8:00 p.m. EDT) “Light at the End of the Cave” – When the friends explore a cave, the usually fearless Pepper admits she’s scared of the dark.

“Kanga-Bird is the Word” – Eureka’s friend KB can’t decide if he should jump with kangadons or fly with birds. *Jack McBrayer (“Wander Over Yonder”) guest stars as KB. TV-Y

Saturday, July 23 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel Big City Greens “Listen Up!/Big Picture” (9:30-10:00 a.m. EDT) “Listen Up!” – Cricket loses his hearing and keeps it a secret from Bill.

“Big Picture” – The Greens go to a hipster drive-in movie, where Gloria proves her life is fun by taking the perfect Snap-A-Gram photo. TV-Y7

Friday, July 29

Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Junior Eureka! “What a Wheel!/Just Like Yurt” (7:30-8:00 p.m. EDT) “What a Wheel!” – Eureka is determined to turn her new invention into “a swing that pushes itself.”

“Just Like Yurt” – Barry’s drumming idol, Yurt, comes to town, and he is determined to impress her. *World-famous drummer Sheila E. guest stars as Yurt. TV-Y

Saturday, July 30 Original Series – Episode Premiere on Disney Channel Big City Greens “Rembo/Dirt Jar” (9:30-10:00 a.m. EDT) “Rembo” – Remy is determined to be a martial arts warrior after freezing in the face of danger.

“Dirt Jar” – Cricket’s missing dirt jar prompts the story of when the Greens left their country farm. TV-Y7

#Big City Greens #BCG #The Ghost And Molly McGee #Ghost And Molly McGee #The Curse Of Molly McGee #Curse Of Molly McGee #Eureka!#Spidey And His Amazing Friends #Spiderman #Disney's Eureka #Disney's Eureka!#Alice's Wonderland Bakery #Disney Channel #Disney Junior #Disney Jr

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turningtummyrubs · 3 years ago

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For the Marvel ask, may I have a Loki with anybody, suffering from the worst stomachache ever. That's it, that's the ask. And I love you and your writing.

of course! tysm!

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It’s late on a Friday night, and Loki feels like shit. It’s unfair, he decides, that he feels like shit because no one should feel like shit late on a Friday night. That’s when you’re meant to have fun. Go out! Seize the night!

… This is, of course, a Midgardian tradition, but Loki feels as if by this point he’s absorbed a solid chunk of their essence. And, besides, Asgard parties, too.

It doesn’t matter that the TVA isn’t throwing any hot ragers. It doesn’t matter that he spends his Friday nights holed up in his room anyway. None of that matters. The point is that Loki feels like shit and he would really rather not be feeling that way.

With a feline hiss of discontent, he slams shut the file he’s been failing to read for the past twenty minutes and sends it skidding across the table. The librarian shushes him. He resists the urge to flip her off. Not because of anything to do with courtesy, but because flipping people off is distinctly Midgardian, and it repulses him that the gesture has somehow wound its way into his extensive database of rude actions.

He thinks about standing up, does so, then immediately sits back down, laying his forearms on the table and resting his head atop them as a cramp barrels through him harder and faster than the most determined of comets.

He touches a hand to his stomach. His abdominal muscles are flexed to the point of pain, each individual fiber straining around the inexplicable bloat growing from below his ribs. The only things managing to weave their way up to the surface are tight, small grumbles and the occasional garbled whine.

The chair creaks as Loki shifts his weight, searching for that sweet spot where the cramp disappears — that is, until he drops whatever precarious position he’s holding.

The librarian shushes him again. This time, he does flip her off. He’s much too exhausted to care about his godly reputation.

A quiet groan rattles in his throat as the cramp splinters, seething around his ribcage and filling out into something achy and unsettling lower down. He curls his hand into a fist and rallies his knuckles around his navel. They rock in slow, back-and-forth movements.

The contents of his stomach move with the massage, pockets of gas splitting and dislodging, bubbling angrily through his intestinal region. He tamps down a belch and feels it blossom as a cramp, sparking across the tender swell of his abdomen. He chances a light brush of his fingers and grimaces as it further exacerbates the pain. It’s like electricity; touching a live wire to another live wire only creates further chaos.

A minute drags on, then another. The stomach ache doesn’t seem to be letting up. Loki begins to realize that if he doesn’t attempt the trek back to his room now, he never will.

The decision solidifying in his mind, he shoves himself to his feet for the second time — gingerly, but not gingerly enough, as a wave of nausea crests in his sternum and lodges itself firmly in place. He can taste bile in the back of his mouth.

He tips his head to the ceiling, as if to curse some unknown deity, and nearly faceplants at a touch to his back. He whips around, hackles up, then blinks. “Mobius?”

“Hey, Loki,” Mobius says. “I thought you might be here.” It would be almost casual if Mobius didn’t look so gratingly concerned. He’s got the whole shebang going. Eyebrows drawn tightly together, the corners of his mouth pulling down, hands hovering frozen in the air.

“You were watching me, weren’t you?” Loki says bitterly.

Mobius smiles sheepishly. “Only for a few seconds. You weren’t looking too hot.”

“Think I’m running a fever, actually,” Loki mutters. “So you’d be wrong there.”

“Yeah…” Mobius takes a step closer. “Are you sick? Is that what this is?”

Loki sighs. “Must be. I don’t know what else would explain this.” He winces and tips his shoulder into the side of a bookcase as a noisy rumble devolves into a shallow churn in his gut. Mobius reaches out, grabs his arm. Loki’s attempt to wrench away is less than halfhearted. A quarter hearted, maybe. An abrupt chill has just wracked Loki’s body, and Mobius is pleasantly warm.

“Maybe we should get you to your room,” Mobius suggests.

Loki wrinkles his nose. “Yes, if only it were so easy.”

“Come on.” Mobius gives Loki’s arm a tug, and Loki lurches forward into him. “This way.”

The walk to Loki’s room is ¼ walk, ¾ increasingly snappier complaints. By the time Loki’s starfished on his bed, he feels more dreadful than he thinks he’s ever felt. His belly feels like it’s been trapped in an ocean current, roaring and whooshing and entirely out of his control. Moving his pinky finger manages to send something cramping.

He groans. Loudly. Mobius looks amused.

“I’m not being melodramatic, you know,” he says.

Mobius gives him an indulgent little smile and says “I know, Loki” in a way that suggests he does not, in fact, actually know that. “When did this start?”

“I don’t know.” Loki flips his wrist dismissively. “Half an hour ago? Time works differently here, didn’t you say?”

“Hm. Do painkillers work on you?”

Loki swivels onto his side as a cramp sharp as a shard of glass skewers his stomach. His toes curl helplessly. “None you could get a hold of.”

“Alright.” Mobius’s mouth twists sympathetically. He pats Loki’s side, and Loki, embarrassingly, preens into the contact. A thoughtful pause, then Mobius brings his hand to Loki’s belly and smooths gently over. Some of the more dreadful noises submit to the heat of his palm. He does it again, this time slowly, with purpose, and Loki muffles a groan of relief into his pillow.

Mobius’s fingers draw comforting shapes around Loki’s navel and along his sides, applying pressure without rush. There’s no finesse to his massaging, but it calms Loki anyhow. The solidity to him, his almost nonexistent calluses.

As his hand quells a burst of deep-seated grumbles, Loki murmurs, “You know, this is the worst timing. It’s late on a Friday night.”

“What’s so special about late on a Friday night?” Mobius asks.

“That’s when you’re meant to party. Have fun.” He sighs. “But I figured it doesn’t really matter since the TVA isn’t throwing any parties anyway.”

Mobius laughs. “Oh, that’s not true. You just weren’t invited.”

Loki scowls and leans back to whack him in the leg.

#belly kink #stomach ache #belly rubs #tummy ache #my writing #tummy rubs #bellyache

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