#I SCREAMED WHEN I SAW THAT ECLIPSE WAS NICE

[amberluvsbugs]

It's ok, Cassie. I played the Ruin DLC and Cassie seriously needs a hug.

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[minhosimthings]

Gods and Monsters

Symphony Smut Series Day 1: Lana del Rey's God's and Monsters

Lyric: In the land of gods and monsters, I was an angel, looking to get fucked hard.

Pairings: Cupid!Minho × fem!angel of heaven, includes Yuna from Itzy in a scene

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), loss of virginity (reader), overstimulation, p in v, slight breeding kink, corruption kink, possesion kink, hair pulling, use of kitten and angel, Minho cumming in reader

A/N: alright, first day! I am saur excited for this series so we're starting off strong with my husba- I mean my bias Minho! This was heavily inspired by his WKorea photoshoot.

THE SYMPHONY SMUT SERIES MASTERLIST

Gods existed. And so did monsters. But monsters didn't have a particular description, in Minho's opinion.

There he was, an angel, with the brightest wings of them all, holding metal tipped arrows in his hand, shooting all those who he believed deserved love, or worse, rejected love.

And yet, sometimes Cupid falls in love too. High angel of God never mattered to him much. Why would it? When beautiful angels roam the gardens of Eden, stroking their frocks and picking berries and flowers all day.

You were one such beautiful angel.

The prettiest of them all, according to Minho.

"Minho has his eyes on you again Y/N." Yuna nudged your shoulder gently, accidentally making you drop the berries you had in your hand. You rolled your eyes and picked them up again, quickly throwing them into your basket.

"Let him. Why should I care?"

"He's a high ranking angel Y/n." Yuna mumbled, adjusting her skirt, "They say he serves God directly."

"Nobody has seen God Yuna." You smiled gently at her. Even though she was older than you, by a few years or so, she was always the more mischevious one, always keeping an eye out for spotting your admirers.

"He is handsome, but we all know I have probably zero chances with an angel like that."

"Suit yourself then." She huffed, her mystical eyes scouring the dirt below your feet for more berries.

"Why are we picking so many berries anyway?" You questioned, adjusting the basket on your hip. Yuna shrugged her shoulders and made a face which clearly screamed confusion.

"I've hear a rumour though." Yuna whispered excitedly to you, toying with a mulberry leaf she has accidentally plucked, "Apparently Minho needs them for his monthly ritual tonight."

"The ritual?" You asked, "The one where he..."

"Takes an angel for his own, yes." Yuna completed your sentence, removing a thorn stuck in her wickerwork basket, "Apparently if he falls in love with any of them, he shall be promoted to a higher position, one where he can actually see God."

"But that hasn't happened yet has it?" You chuckled, the scent of honeydew plantations tickling your nose, as you saw some angels tending to them with their bare hands all pricked with thorns, "He's a Cupid. Cupids can't fall in love. Even though, I admit, he is dashing."

"Angels, may I have a moment of your time?"

A cold voice sounded like a gong behind your ear drums as you spun around (your skirt spinning with you), to face a cat-like face with bunny teeth.

"Minho." Yuna perked up, brushing her hair out of her face. Gosh, she really did like him. Like you, and every other angel in Heaven and Hell.

"How are you today?" " Fine as ever, Yuna." His tone was condescending, a weird one to use for a casual conversation such as this one.

"Y/N." He bowed to you, the eclipses of his soft hair falling onto his face as he did. "Minho." You answered, the neckline of your frock falling down as you bowed, revealing your cleavage, which Minho tried hard not to stare at.

"You look beautiful today." He complemented, his white teeth on full display, "as always." His addition at the end made you blush.

Was he this nice to every pretty angel?

"I assume you ladies are picking these beautiful berries for my ritual tonight?" He bent over your basket, examining all the black and red berries stuffed into it.

"We are." You cleared your throat, noticing how close Minho was to your bosom, "aren't they delicious looking?"

"We'll see tonight." Minho toyed with a blackberry, "When I drink them up."

Something about his tone scared you, as Yuna bowed him out of the garden, leaving you, tucking your skirt in a little more secure, and looking at the berries all arranged neatly in your basket.

Unexpected things always happen to humans, as you had heard. But sometimes they can happen to angels too. They can happen to anyone really. They just need time.

"Y/N." Minho caressed your cheek gently. The smell of crushed blackberries filled the room, as a bowl of red berries lay beside you.

Being chosen by Minho, hearing your name fall from his lips like an ill forgotten name of a God was shocking, as Yuna nudged you forward to the stand. All the angels looked at you with pity, as if you were a lamb going off for slaughter.

But you hadn't expected him to treat you so kindly.

"My angel...." Minho whispered, tucking a stray hair back behind your ear. "Why me?" You whispered back, as he kissed your knuckles gently, his wings fluttering gently behind him, as he folded them into his back.

"Why not you?" He chuckled, looking at you with bedroom eyes. Reaching his hand behind you, he picked up a berry from the wooden bowl and held it in front of your mouth.

"Be a good angel and open for me." He imitated an opening mouth with his own, "ah there you go, good girl."

The cherry was sweet, running with juices as you tasted it in your mouth, it's bitterness not bothering you. Spitting the seed out quickly, you looked up meekly as Minho's naked figure.

His jaw, lined with heavy lust, his eyes darkened as the night, and his muscles throbbing into your skin. You were wearing a loose robe of reds and whites, a show of the corruption of the pure.

"Oh don't worry darling." Minho caressed your cheek again, his thighs rubbing against yours as he laid you back on the silk ridden bed, "You'll feel nothing but pleasure tonight." "Minho I-Im scared." You whimpered, unsure of what to do. What if he didn't fall in love with you? What if you became another wasted angel?

"Don't be." Minho chuckled, "A pretty angel like you shouldn't be."

You sunk back into the mattress, his body over yours, a hand cupping your cheek while the other rested on your waist, stroking the skin there, exposed from your ridden up robe. your hands were in his curls, and you revelled in the way that you could shamelessly touch them now. He paused for a second, nose brushing yours, breathless and grinning down at you, a knowing smile that was so beautiful that it rendered you speechless.

You leaned in to kiss him again, slower this time, relishing in the moment. you were lost in him, thinking back to the very first time you’d locked eyes and how you never thought it would come to this. this, the way he was holding you, was the best surprise.

"May I?" Minho asked gently, toying with your robe. You nodded your head in a weak attempt of saying yes. His face, mere inches from yours rendered you speechless again.

And with that, the air changed, charged with a different kind of tension. Minho pulled you on top of him, hands firm on your body, the action itself gentle. you steadied yourself, hands on his shoulders, his resting on your waist.

he smiled softly, slowly peeling the material off of your body, up over your head and tossed carelessly onto the floor. he kept his eyes on yours, despite the fact you were now left bare, aside from the white cotton panties that separated you both. he pawed at your sides, kneading gently at your soft hips.

“we’re gonna start slow, okay? gonna take my time with you.” he muttered, eyes on yours before they trailed slowly down, across your face, neck, collarbone, further and further until he was taking all of you in. he began to stroke the underside of your breast with his thumb, watching the way your body tensed under his feather-like touch.

His kiss trailed further down your body, peppered in the valley of your breasts, and then you stopped breathing, the air caught in your throat because he was looking at you, really, truly looking at you, as his tongue found your nipple. you couldn’t take your eyes off of him, not when he was looking at you like that, not when he was making you feel this good already.

“oh, kitten, you want me so badly, don’t you? should’ve asked me sooner. m’gonna make you feel so good.” His hands were on your hips, guiding you backwards and forwards on him.

“it feels so- oh, god.” you whimpered, fingers tangling in his curls, back arching further into him as your thighs clenched around his. He licked over your collarbone oh so slowly, a shiver running down your taut spine.

“i want you to come for me like this first, okay? can you do that for me, kitten?” he cooed, bouncing his leg ever so slightly. “look at me.” And you did, somehow mustering the strength to pull yourself back up and find his darkened eyes.

You were a mess of curses when you let go, your body convulsing, collapsing into him as you came. You were throbbing on his thigh, one glance down at where you were grinding against him displaying your slick. His arms went around your body, flipping you onto your back so that you were resting against the mattress.

“you did so well, angel.” Minho crooned, resting over you on his forearms. you stared up at him in awe, blinking away the haze. “do you want more?”

Minho's hand slid down your body, searching for the band of your underwear. when he reached his destination, he toyed with the lacy edges, letting them snap against the pudge of your belly, teasing you. you bucked your hips, frustrated, and he used the opportunity to cup your pussy, feeling where you’d soaked through the cotton. the groan he let out was carnal, animalistic, almost needy. he could feel all of you, how you ached and dripped, how you needed the everything that you’d requested.

“you’re so fucking good for me, God.” Minho almost slurred his words, voice lower than you’d ever heard it. you keened at the sound, pushing your hips further into him.

“you still want all of me?” he breathed, his shaky breath fanning your face. Minho was obsessed with hearing you say it, obsessed with how you wanted him as much as he needed you.

“You’re so fucking tight.” lando groaned, an edge of excitement in his voice, and then he unleashed everything that he’d held back.

“ahh,” you moaned, trying to tilt your hips so he stopped rutting against your clit, but he was too heavy for you to move beneath him. You could feel another orgasm brewing and you squeezed your eyes shut, your brain fogged. “M-minho” you cried, not knowing if you could keep going like this.

Minho's erratic hips never faulted, “shh,” he cooed unsteadily. “you can take it.” 

You shook your head back and forth and mewled in your throat. Minho tried to reassure you, “m’almost finished, kitten.”

As wild and deadly as he was in the battles of Heaven , he was just as primal in the bedroom. Thee softness of your skin felt heavenly against Minho's sore body and against his calloused hands. he slid a hand into your hair, his fist grasping tightly. “this is the last time. i promise.” His deep baritone sent you over the edge. you cried out loud, your legs squeezing against Minho's body, your body shaking as he pummeled you through another orgasm. 

You could barely hear the way he was grunting and moaning as you clenched down impossibly hard around him. “gah, fuck,” he groaned.

Minho spilled inside you, your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you felt him fill you once more that night. You weren’t even sure how he still had more to give at this point.

His thrusts turned slow but remained powerful when he bottomed out, hitting you as far back as he could. you gasped with every rut of his hips hitting yours. 

His seed leaked out around his cock as he rode out his orgasm. you weren’t sure you could go for another round, hoping Minho was true to his word and this actually was the last time.

His hand aimlessly stroked your hair. he pulled back to look at you, smiling at the sight of your flushed face and disheveled hair. “see. knew you could take it.” he kissed the tip of your nose, regretfully pulling out of you. you whined at the loss—you had got so used to the feeling of him inside you, it was almost painful for him to leave. he marveled at you as he sat back on his haunches, looking between your legs and watching his seed gush out of you. 

"You're mine now." Minho whispered into your ear, looking at your cum ridden tummy, "all mine for the eternity of heaven."

As if to seal a charm, Minho kissed you on your neck, wrapping your weak figure into his arms, and running his fingers through your hair to cradle you to sleep.

"My angel."

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

hi I’m such a big fan of your writing 💕and overall so grateful that you write for Donna since I feel she is very underrated especially RE Donna

but I wanted to request ✨ a scenario where Donna and R are having a normal afternoon and R out of nowhere blurts out how they used to do modeling for a little while and Donna get curious so R shows photos of a photoshoot where she wears a little revealing dress and Donna get slightly jealous so R convince Donna she will give her a personal photoshoot and so they do it and it turns into smut

go Donna please 🙏

also if you don’t want to it okay and you can just ignore this request but hope you have a good day ❤️☺️

Yess!! Thank you for your request and for your nice words!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!! :))))

You can leave your veil on

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem!! Reader

Warnings: G!P Donna, smut, Minors DNI, fluff,

Word count: 6,440

Summary: Maybe a photo session can make her jealousy disappear...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!!I love you all!!!

“Be careful, it's hot,” Donna commented, leaving a steaming cup of tea on the table. You smiled gratefully, nodding as you looked out the window of the old house.

You could have tried to run away, escape from that cursed village, but you didn't. In your work as a photographer you had visited many places, but certainly none like that. A village set back in time, servant and faithful to someone similar to the witches in stories.

But, in reality, you saw no reason to do so. One priestess, four Lords, that was the system by which that place functioned. A castle, a dam, a factory, a house. Of all your options, the house was the best one.

Donna Beneviento, ventriloquist and doll maker, had a series of nightmares prepared for you, to drive you crazy.

You fought against those hallucinations, you screamed, you ran away until it was no longer necessary. No matter how much fear a woman like her could cause in someone like you, it wasn't enough. She was a mysterious, mourning figure that hid her face behind a black veil. The mystery overcame the fear and you stopped living those nightmares, to live in dreams.

Little by little, you got to know that woman, and the more you did, the more you fell in love with her. Compassion, love, you couldn't say why you didn't end up jumping into the void, down that waterfall. Maybe it was that Donna was as lonely as you in this world, maybe she didn't want to kill the last ray of hope of dark and lonely life.

So there you were, you had been on that estate for months and you didn't regret it at all. Her hidden beauty, which you forced her to show you, the changes Mother Miranda caused in her body, everything that gave her a complex was suddenly eclipsed by your kisses, by your words of love, by the whish to leave your boring life behind to join hers.

“Thank you, Donna,” you said kindly, as she sat in front of you, looking at you with that same bewilderment from the first day. An eternity could pass, but Donna would still wonder why you decided to stay, why you loved a sick, dark woman like her.

Her corners turned up as she raised her own cup to her lips. You sighed as you remembered everything that had brought you there, and above all, when you thought about the reasons that made you never want to return home, reasons that sat in front of you like every afternoon, that you hugged every night, reasons that had a first and last name: Donna Beneviento.

“Is it, is it to your liking?” She asked timidly, with the soft and hoarse melody she had for a voice. You smiled even wider, pretending you hadn't comically burned yourself.

“Yes, I... Ugh, it's perfect,” you said, fanning your mouth in a funny way, to which she laughed in a shy and funny way, looking away.

“I told you it was hot,” she murmured, with a knowing whisper, with that so intense look which could even pierce your skin.

“I should learn to listen,” you joked, shaking your head. “That's what they told me at school.”

“Did they tell you that it was hot?” The lady asked, disconcerted. You would always admire that shy innocence.

“No,” you said, laughing, making Donna look at you confused. “They told me that I didn't know how to listen.”

Donna Beneviento was a lonely woman. She had been alone for so many years so human relationships didn’t exist in her own world. At first you were surprised by those curious reactions to simple phrases or expressions, but little by little, you got used to them, finding them adorable in their own way.

“It's funny, they told me the same thing,” she said, with a melancholic smile. You nodded, blowing away the smoke of that burning tea.

“Did they? Because I think there is no one in this world who is capable of listening as well as you,” you said in a soft voice, making your compliments, once again, to get her cheeks blush.

“That's not true,” she said, downplaying that true fact.

After days of nightmares, you had only heard her speak through the Angie doll. It took a lot for Donna to be able to communicate with her own voice, even after your first kiss.

“Well, well, I don't want to contradict you but... Yes it is,” you whispered the last sentence, making the smile light up her face again, hiding it shamefully behind her cup of tea.

There was a small moment of silence, one of hundreds every day. A contemplative moment, in which your photographic eye admired each of her features, her figure. Yes, there was nothing more beautiful for your camera, you were sure.

“Mmm,” you murmured, savoring that delicious artisanal tea that Donna adored you with every day. “It's delicious.”

“Everything I make is delicious according to you,” she whispered, suspicious. Alert, insecurity approaching at high speed.

“Well, yes,” you said with a serious tone, crossing your arms. “Everything.”

Donna smiled again, shaking her head.

“Don’t say those things…. You know it makes me ashamed,” she said with a pink tone on her cheeks, with a mischievous but shy look at the same time.

“What did I say?” You asked amused, leaning your back on the couch.

“You know what you said,” Donna said hurriedly, with her hands trembling because of the shyness and nervousness caused by your seductive gaze. Yes, you said it on purpose.

“I said I like everything you make to me,” you said with an indifferent tone, ignoring that too obvious insinuation. “Why are you ashamed of that?”

“Because I... You know, you mean...” She stammered, further evidencing her nervousness.

“Your food,” you joked, leaving her completely confused and much more embarrassed.

“My food?” Donna asked, blinking profusely, looking with her eye for a place to hide after that sentence.

“Yes, of course, what did you think I was referring to, Donna?” You asked, biting your lip. Maybe you shouldn't play with her that much... But it was quite funny.

“I don't... You know what? I'm going to get more tea,” she said, getting up from the armchair to cowardly flee, as always when the conversation got a bit hotter.

“Uh, uh, honey…” You said hurriedly, standing up and grabbing her wrist tenderly, caressing her soft skin with your thumb. “Come on… Don't be nervous, it was just a joke.”

Donna nodded, letting you grab her waist and pull her into a slow, loving kiss, calming her breathing with it.

“So...” She murmured, with a more relaxed expression, playing with the buttons of your blouse. “You like my food.”

“I love it,” you said amused, stealing another quick kiss from her. “You have to show me how to make it.”

“Sure, of course,” she said, excited by the idea, moving away from you and dragging you back to the tea place.

“Before I met you, the only thing I could make was something prepared in the microwave,” you explained, sitting down again, changing the conversation to an easier and less... Hot one.

She nodded curiously, sipping her tea calmly, as if that little joke had never happened.

“Once, I remember that I had to promote some diet products. I was eating protein bars for a month, I guess that's my level of cooking,” you commented amused, remembering that part of your past. Donna looked at you curiously again, frowning.

“Em... Yes, I...”

“You didn't understand anything I said, did you?” You joked, making her shake her head, scratching the back of her neck.

“Niente”

“Niente,” you repeated, amused. “Well, I worked being a model once, you know, I had to take photos with products, with clothes...”

“Model?” She asked, this time leaning towards you, showing interest in that detail. You nodded, not caring.

“Yes, well, I had to pay for the photography academy somehow,” you explained with that same amused tone, which calmed down when you saw her confused and with an intriguing face. “Once a man from a clothing brand came and well, it is known that he found me attractive enough for the job.”

“A man? What man?” Donna asked abruptly, you couldn't tell if she was curious or annoyed.

“Well, one man...” You whispered, studying her movements. “Bah, it doesn't matter, that's part of my past.”

“It matters, who was that stronzo?” She asked, with a dark and worried tone. You should already know that your past, like lovers and relationships, was a completely forbidden topic in that house.

“Hey, don't worry, Donna, he was just a businessman,” you said, moving your hands to calm her increased, nervous breathing. “It's not a dark thing at all, I promise you. I just let them to take photos with new clothes, or things like that.”

“What things?” She asked, still with distrust in her voice.

“You know what? I better show you, I still have my photo book,” you said, patting your knees and walking towards the room.

Everything that had to do with the modern world aroused a certain curiosity in the lady in black, but also jealousy, a lot of jealousy. You couldn't blame her for being possessive, not after knowing her past. Maybe you thought it was a good idea to show her what you did when you modeled.

“Come, sit here,” you said, indicating the woman to come to your side, while you opened the photo book for the first page.

“It's you,” Donna said, bringing her closer to that photo, a bit provocative one, to be honest.

“Yes, of course, see? I wore clothes that they wanted to promote and they took photos of me, nothing strange,” you said, turning each of the pages slowly, being studied by the lady in black, who couldn't help but smile. “I looked beautiful, huh?”

“So beautiful…” She whispered with a tender smile, running her hand over one of the photos of her. “That dress is interesting. Maybe I can make a similar one for you.”

You nodded curiously, studying her reactions. Everything seemed to be going well, just one more afternoon in which you dedicated yourselves to talking about your past life, to astonish Donna with the world she didn’t know about, and she would never know about, the world you didn't want to return to.

“What is this?” She asked after a few minutes, with her expression changed, showing you a photo that occupied both sides of the book. A photo that even made you blush.

“Oh, well...” You whispered, taking the book and not having an answer that would help her face to relax. “Me, posing, with a dress.”

“That's not a dress, (Y/N), it's more like a long scarf, not even that,” she said angrily, looking at you with an expression that alerted even more jealousy. You had to make an effort to hold back your laughter at the reaction and shook your head.

“No, no, it's a dress, do you see the sleeves?” You said, pointing to a part of the photograph.

“What I'm seeing are your breasts,” Donna responded, without looking at your face, with her eye fixed on that photo, which, yes, was a little too suggestive.

“Oh, they can't be seen at all,” you said, downplaying it. Donna sighed, ignoring your excuses. “They are well covered.”

“I can see them,” she corrected, with a brusque tone. “You say everyone could see these photos?”

“Well, yes,” you said whispering, closing the book and leaving it on the side of the couch, with a shameful smile. “At least during the advertising campaign.”

“The campaign... Let's see if I find out, are you telling me that everyone could see you showing your breasts?” She asked, with an annoyed tone, her chest rising and falling rapidly again.

“Well, not everyone…” You said, shaking your head and rolling your eyes. “Only those who passed by the bus stop on line 4, those who bought fashion magazines, those who went to a hairdresser, those who…”

“Basta,” she said, having a hard time. Unlike you, who was having a lot of fun because of her absurd jealousy.

“Besides, you can't see my breasts, I've already told you,” you said in your defense, feigning anger and crossing your arms. “I don't understand why it bothers you, Donna. You've seen them too... And I know you love them,” you said in a seductive tone, nudging her, making her head turn towards you abruptly, with that childish anger in her look.

“I'm your girlfriend, (Y/N),” she hissed, revealing what you were to her right at that moment. You hadn't thought about it, but you knew that girlfriend wasn’t enough. She was the woman of your life.

“Oh, I see... You're jealous, huh?” You asked with a funny tone, launching yourself at her body to tickle her, which made her laugh, trying to push you away. “How jealous are you…”

“Stop, (Y/N),” she said, holding your hands so they would stop playing with her dress, diluting that funny moment with jealousy. “I don't understand why you had to do something like that. Showing your body to everyone is...”

“It was a temporary job, nothing serious, Donna,” you said calmer, worrying because her jealousy didn't seem to give in to your cuddling.

“It seems serious to me,” the lady in black protested, trying to calm herself down with your little tricks for anxiety. “I don't even want to think about how many people have seen you and…”

“Hey, come on. It's okay,” you said, wrapping your arms around her and rubbing her body to comfort her, something that usually worked. “That's the past.”

“That's what you say, but I don't even want to think about how many people look at those magazines and... (Y/N), they probably masturbated with that photo,” she said with a serious tone. But the words entered your mind causing you to laugh, a laugh that you couldn't contain.

“Masturbated? Donna… Really?” You said laughing, but with a stab of reality hitting you in the back. Well, she could be right and that was… Disturbing.

“I don't see where the fun is. I'm completely serious,” Donna protested, moving away from you to show how offended she was by your laughter.

“Yes, yes, it's just that... It's a very uncharacteristic statement for you,” you explained, letting her know the reason for your amusement. When Donna was nervous, she might say that kind of things. Well, nervous or terribly excited.

“Why? I used to masturbate before I met you. It’s a natural need” she said, still with that abrupt tone. You had to stop laughing or Donna would get really angry and you didn't want that.

“Oh...” You whispered with a different tone, returning to that tireless seduction that your body was asking for. “I see… And would you have done it by looking at that photo?” You asked in her ear, making her body shiver and the blush return to her cheeks.

“Yes, (Y/N),” she said in a barely audible voice, her fists clenched on her knees. “That's why I don't understand how you could...”

She couldn't continue speaking, because your lips crashed against hers abruptly, kissing her wildly, trying to make her passion blind her jealousy, at least a bit.

“I would love to see you doing that...” You whispered, giving her one last kiss and checking that your actions had an effect, making her smile slightly.

“Um, (Y/N), I...” She stammered, fleeing from the caresses you made on her chest, caresses that distracted her from her anger with unprecedented success. Maybe it had been the sight of your barely covered breasts that made her calm down. That excited you, a lot.

But an idea appeared in your head to interrupt that moment, a much better one, one that would dispel the doll maker's jealousy forever, or so you thought.

“Mm, I have an idea, Donna,” you said thoughtfully, making curiosity return to her face.

“What idea?” She asked, moving nervously on the couch, revealing her excitement, trying to hide it in the black fabric of her dress, a detail that you, of course, didn’t overlook.

“What do you think if you do a photo session for me? One just for you...” You proposed, resting your head in your hand and biting your lip as you saw how she played with her dress to hide her enthusiasm.

“A photo session?” The lady asked curiously, frowning, but interested, of course.

“Uh-huh,” you stated, taking her hand so she would stop playing with the black fabric and you could caress her. “One that only you can look at…”

“Only me...” She sighed with a smile, intertwining your fingers.

She seemed to think about it for a few seconds, but, after that time, she nodded profusely, giving you her approval.

“Wait, I'm going to get the camera,” you said amused, running towards the elevator stopping at the last moment to pick up your old modeling album with an amused expression. “I'll take this, to avoid temptations...” You joked, calming her protest at your inappropriate comment with a kiss on the cheek.

Well, at least you had managed to solve the jealousy problem and the idea sounded quite... Funny in your head, well, also in your head.

“Say cheese,” you said jokingly, shooting a photo towards the couch, catching Donna off guard, almost blinding her with the flash.

“Don't do that, (Y/N)” she protested, rubbing her eye while you laughed in amusement, looking at the result on the small screen.

“Oh, look how pretty you are...” You said, ignoring her complaints and showing her that improvised photo. Her natural expression was truly worthy of one of your favorite works, of course.

Donna leaned in to look at herself, and she stepped back immediately, shaking her head.

“No, I'm horrible,” she said, with that tone that betrayed nervousness, the fierce attack of her complexes again. You caressed her cheek, forcing her to look at you.

“You're beautiful, Donna, the camera doesn't lie,” you said softly, placing your lips on hers.

“But you do,” she said, ignoring your compliment, looking askance at that improvised photo. “I could never be a model like you. Not with my hideous face.”

“Oh, come on, Donna... You know you're beautiful, you know it, I know you know it,” you said, relaxing a bit, wiping away a tear that was slowly running down her cheek.

“I know you don't think that way but... Thank you,” she whispered, closing her eye due to your caresses, resting her hand on yours, squeezing it against her skin. You smiled, kissing her again, not insisting on making her complexes disappear. You had your whole life to get it.

“I have to make some room on the memory card... I took a lot of photos when I arrived at the village,” you commented, ignoring that conversation, which was getting really sad. “Oh, what the…? Angie!”

You shouted to the doll as you flipped through photo after photo, showing the irreverent puppet posing comically in many of them. What a session she had given herself.

“What do you want, stupid stranger?” The doll Asked, running towards you in a graceful and fast manner, climbing into the lap of her owner.

“Have you been playing with the camera?” You asked, ignoring her contempt. You would always be a threat to Donna, Angie would never like you, or so you thought.

“No,” she responded childishly, earning a suspicious look from her owner. You blinked in disbelief, turning the camera towards her.

“What is this?” You asked, going through the photos that the doll had taken one by one, making her laugh with a sinister laugh.

“Mmm, it looks like me,” the doll murmured, making you roll your eyes, with a severe pose, reminding yourself of your parents when you did something wrong.

“Yes, yes... What have I told you about touching my stuff?” You protested, sighing. “You could have broken it.”

-But I haven't... Look, Donna, this photo is great, don't you think? It's me, with me, and with you...” the doll said, ignoring your scolding, pointing to one of the photos that had Angie posing next to the portrait on the stairs.

Donna smiled, looking at you amused. You were incapable of getting as angry as you wanted.

“Wonderful, Angie, you are quite an artist,” you mocked, trying not to laugh to emphasize your annoyance. “Although I have to admit that I'm surprised that you've learned to handle the camera that well,” you said, more to yourself than to her. Angie jumped mockingly, pleased by your admiration.

“It's easy, stupid, you just have to hit that button,” she said, pressing the camera trigger and blinding you with the flash.

“Oh, shit...” You said closing your eyes and listening to the puppet laughing as she cowardly ran away from you. “Damn…”

“Are you okay, tesoro?” Donna asked, with a hand on her mouth that prevented you from seeing she was laughing. Laughing at you, of course.

“Yes, I... Are you laughing at me, Donna?” You asked amused, blinking to eliminate the lights that formed your eyes after that flash.

“No,” she said with the doll's fake tone, something that made you sigh with tenderness.

“Well, well, we'll see if you laugh so much after the photos you're going to take of me...” You sighed, getting up from the couch.

“But, but I don't know how to use that device,” she protested, allowing herself to be dragged towards the elevator.

“If Angie could do it, so can you... Come on, I have a lot of ideas...”

It took you a while, but you finally managed to make an improvised photography set. The place chosen was the doll workshop, one of the bleakest parts of the house, but artistically perfect. All those wooden limbs hanging from the ceiling and its stone walls and floor made it an ideal place for that private session, one that you were eager to begin.

“Just a bit more...” You said, giving instructions to the brunette to move a wooden table, which you would desecrate with your sensual poses “Perfect, leave it there.”

Donna sighed, unable to hide the desire she had for those photos, for that gift for her, just for her.

“Come,” you said, gesturing towards the tripod where you had placed your camera, pointing it at the middle of the room. The lady in black approached slowly, studying that curious device. “Look, Donna, you can see what you are going to photograph through this gap here. Come on, take a look.”

The lady obeyed nervously, looking into the camera and smiling afterwards, letting you know that she understood you.

“Whatever appears here will be seen later on that screen, right?” She asked curious. You nodded.

“Yes, but don't use it as a reference, the light could deceive you. Okay, then you keep the lens centered and put your finger on the button, like this,” you said, taking her hand and gently placing her finger on the button, making the lens move. “You see? You have to press it softly first to get it to focus, otherwise it will be blurry.”

“Oh, it seems complicated,” Donna whispered, checking what was in front of the camera and then above it.

“It's not, trust me. You'll do it great...” You said, patting her on the back and heading towards the suitcase you brought with you, choosing what your first item of clothing was going to be. “If you can’t, I can tell Angie to do it…”

“No,” she said abruptly. “I can do it.”

You nodded with a smile. Naturally, that was the answer you expected.

“Well, then... How about this one to start?” You said, displaying that red and provocative dress that aroused so much jealousy in the brunette.

“(Y/N)...” She hissed, annoyed by your choice.

“You don’t like it? My breasts can be seen with it...” You hummed, waving the garment comically until a shy smile formed on her face as she shook her head.

“Shut up and put it on,” Donna ordered, hiding her embarrassment with the camera while you played with the red fabric, making it look even more provocative.

Your modeling days were still evident in your actions, posing naturally under her attentive gaze, perhaps too attentive. You posed in a much more provocative way, making her hands shake when taking the photographs.

It was funny, very funny, especially when it came to raising a bare leg towards the table, or kneeling on it in a seductive pose, which made Donna have to clear her throat several times to focus.

After that dress, successive combinations of the clothes you brought to the village came: lace bras, negligees, your entire wardrobe being captured by the camera lens, as well as by the eye of Lady Beneviento, who seemed to enjoy that seductive vision, the provocative poses and the increasingly obvious lack of clothes.

“You like them?” The brunette asked after a fun and exciting time. You flipped through the photos and nodded in surprise. They were good, much better than you thought. Luckily, none of them would ever leave that house.

“Sure, it's a good job, Donna,” you said, hugging her waist from behind, making her laugh pleased. “Besides, they are all for you.”

“Yes, that's the best...” she sighed, looking carefully at the places of your naked skin, which you exposed on purpose.

“Wait, the best is yet to come,” you said amused, moving away from her and leaving the workshop.

“(Y/N)? Where are you going?” Donna asked, confused by your sudden escape.

You ran to the bedroom, eagerly looking for that piece of clothing you wanted to use on a crazy idea in your head, an idea that presented itself in the middle of that improvised session.

“Can I use it?” You asked, entering the workshop again and carrying Donna's black veil in your hand, that veil with which she covered her face long ago, and with which she continued to do so with anyone that wasn’t you.

“Um, yes, but... What do you want it for?” She asked confused, watching how you played with the black fabric in your hands.

“Well, I've thought that I would like a couple of photos with it on, if you don't mind, of course,” you explained, looking at that fabric, looking for the correct way to put it on.

“Fi, fine,” the lady in black murmured turning it over, and placing it on your head making you laugh with amusement.

“How can you see anything with this thing?” You joked, reaching out to touch her while you tried to make out something with your eyes. “Donna? Who turned off the light?”

“Stop fooling around and stand there, tesoro,” she said, amused, pushing you towards the table, which you prevented by digging your feet into the floor.

“Wait, wait... I'm not ready,” you whispered in her ear, moving away from her and pulling at the tie that kept one of your dresses stuck to your body. “I want you to take some photos of me with the veil on...”

“Yes, you already said that,” she said, confused, interrupted by a finger between her lips.

“Just with the veil on,” you whispered, slurring your words as the clothing covering you fell to the stone floor, leaving Donna in the same material, looking at you up and down, checking that during your escape to the bedroom, your underwear also disappeared.

“I think you like the idea, don't you?” You whispered again, biting her earlobe and running your hands over her body, caressing the incipient bulge in the black fabric of her dress.

She nodded nervously, closing her eyes at your fleeting touch, one that disappeared at the same time you walked away from her, leaning on the wooden table.

“Come on, move, Donna.  Shoot,” you said seductively, making Donna blink and shake her head, her entire body trembling from the view she had.

Her attitude was much more nervous than before, taking her time with each photograph. You played with your body, opening your legs slightly, moving the fabric away from your face to show how you were biting your lip. It was a vision too erotic for Donna, who could not bear more than a dozen photographs.

“Wait, (Y/N),” she said stuttering, making you laugh and get off the table where you were kneeling, pushing the veil away from your face again.

“I hope you captured these last ones well, Donna, I think they're going to be your favorites,” you joked, continuing with your sensual movements, moving your hips in an exaggerated way as you walked slowly towards her.

“They definitely are,” the lady said, her voice low, moving away from your naked body, only covered in that black cloth.

“Mm, this photo session has warmed me up,” you murmured, removing the veil from your face and playing with it in your hands, surrounding the neck of the brunette with it. Donna was receding more and more. “Where are you going, my love?”

“Um, I...” She stammered, unable to speak clearly, with a marked and suggestive accent as she was dragged by her own veil towards your naked body.

“You're hot too, huh?” You asked on her lips, touching them but without kissing them, taking advantage of that erotic moment that you were not going to lose. “Shall we take a break, Donna?”

She nodded, unable to resist the temptation of kissing you in a hot, wet way, bringing her body closer to yours, making her arousal more than evident, something that made you moan in anticipation.

“I want to take you, (Y/N),” she whispered in your ear, making your entire body tremble in satisfaction from that statement. You smiled and raised an eyebrow, holding her gaze and pulling the black fabric closer.

“Mm yes, it could be a good break,” you said, removing the veil from her neck and walking towards the table, opening your legs again, shiny with excitement, making the humidity between them more than evident, running a finger through your folds under her attentive gaze and slow steps.

“Wait,” she said, approaching, but with something in her eye that made her reveal a hidden intention. “Put it on again, please,” she whispered, taking the piece of black cloth that was still in your hands and putting it back on your head, to which you frowned and laughed amused.

“Oh, fine...” You whispered, pulling on her waist, with the black fabric clouding your vision, but not your senses, which were beginning to burn with the kisses that Donna began to place on your neck. “Wow, do you like that?”

Donna didn't speak, nor did she nod. She simply caressed your face beneath her veil, letting you know her response as she played with the buttons of her dress.

You gasped at her seductive, burning touch, at how her hands ran over your bare skin, at how they covered your breasts while her mouth traveled down your neck and her body rocked against yours.

You laughed, closing your eyes, noticing how her hand moved the fabric away so her lips could devour yours for a few moments while her fingers played with your nipples and her obvious erection rubbed against your body.

“Mm, Donna...” You murmured, opening her dress so her torso was revealed to you, so her pale skin would send shivers through your body.

“Shh, silenzio,” she whispered, laughing sinisterly, squeezing one of your breasts with subtle strength, which made you gasp with pleasure and move your hips against her body. “They are mine, you understand?” She asked. “Just nod.”

You obeyed, curious about that question, about that attitude so out of the ordinary for Donna.

“Only mine, (Y/N)...” She sighed again, joining the movements of your body as her own bra gave way in your skillful and mischievous hands, hands that she grabbed immediately. “No, no, tesoro…”

“I'm yours?” You asked, defying her order to keep you quiet, pushing aside her veil so you could shamelessly capture her lips, making her move away, placing her hands on your chest.

“Mine, (Y/N),” she responded, slowly turning you around and leaning over the wooden table, leaving you completely exposed to her desires, to her body's desire to dominate yours, to make it hers, again.

“Very well, then make me yours,” you said amused, separating your legs, making her gasp at the exciting vision she had before her. Your face was still covered by that black cloth, which she placed in such a way that it wouldn't move, before leaning down to your ear and pressing her shaft against your wetness, now free of her underwear.

“Don't take it off, (Y/N)...” Donna whispered softly as her hands ran down your back, down your legs, until one of her fingers ran through your wet folds, making you moan and nod, moving your legs.

Her caresses were slow, almost like a small warning of what was to come. The wetness that permeated her fingers was enough to make her moan as well. The position you were in and the veil prevented you from seeing her face. You knew she was smiling, you knew she had that smile.

“Shh, stay still,” she told you, lowering your back so it leaned on the table while her finger played with your entrance, with your clit, moving in circles so your hips demanded a little more contact, just a little more.

Her hot commands entered your ears like a current of warm air, causing your legs to spread even further and her finger to slide inside of you slowly, making your world spin, making you fervently desire more contact, more pleasure, more Donna.

“Stop playing with me,” you protested, amused, feeling her finger curl inside of you, exploring your body, getting your walls used to the contact.

“I like to play with you,” she hissed, raising your back so she could kiss you on your neck and continue dancing with your body.

“Donna, don't make me suffer,” you begged, clenching your fists on the table as her finger disappeared from your body and her hands roamed your chest from behind, squeezing your breasts, claiming them as hers.

“Okay...” She sighed, leaving that game aside and approaching you, placing her shaft at your entrance but just playing with it, running through your folds in a hot and wet caress.

You moaned at the contact, at her erection caressing your body, making you claim her to be inside of you with a few discreet movements of your hips.

“Donna,” you said with a more serious tone, hitting the table with one of your fists, looking at her through the sides of the veil. “Please…”

She sighed, but she didn't say anything. She simply complied with your wishes, slowly inserting the tip, letting your body adjust to hers. You moaned in pleasure, noticing how your walls stretched, hugging her body in a terribly exciting way.

“Am I hurting you?” She asked by surprise at your hisses of pleasure. Donna always will be the kind innocent woman in black. She couldn't be any other way.

“No, no, move, please,” you said, moaning with pleasure when she was completely in you, sliding along your wet and eager insides.

She obeyed your request slowly also beginning to moan at the sensation, gently grabbing your hips to maintain a stable rhythm, but it couldn't help but be anxious, desperate.

The wooden table creaked under your movements, adding to the wet sounds of your improvised lustful act, turning that sinister room into the warmest one ever, the most obscene ever.

“You're so wet, (Y/N)...” Donna whispered in an amused tone, panting as she moved inside of you, alternating strong thrusts with weaker, more intense ones. Just the way you liked it. That was just for you. “Did you like posing for me?”

You smiled, grabbing the edge of the table to keep from losing your balance, moving your hips to match her thrusts, to feel how your walls hugged her erection, how they made it slide inside and almost out of you.

“Mmm, yes, I love posing for you,” you said almost without thinking, overwhelmed by pleasure, by all the sensations you had experienced, by the relief you felt between your legs and by the excitement that wearing that veil caused you.

“I see...” She murmured, laughing amusedly as she leaned over you, reaffirming her control, reaffirming that you were hers, reaffirming that she was inside of you and you, even if you wanted to, couldn't get away. You didn't want to either.

“Donna, fuck... I'm, I'm close,” you moaned with a growl, noticing how your body tensed little by little, how the pleasure clouded your vision much more than the black veil.

“You're rude, (Y/N)” she said, amused, giving you a small spank on one of your buttocks, which was the spark your body needed to arch completely, letting yourself be carried away by the waves of pleasure from your orgasm. A scandalous one, probably the most scandalous one you had ever had.

Donna held you tightly so she could continue moving inside of you, this time much faster, affirming with her actions how close she was to possessing you again. It didn't take long to happen, causing the heat to accompany your orgasm with her wet caresses, making you full of her again.

The lady sighed, letting herself fall onto your back, staying very close to you, inside of you as her body relaxed, enjoying the obscene wetness that dripped between your legs.

Exhausted, you turned around, pushing the black fabric away with one hand while you kissed her, as long as you owed her that love that you used to give her in those situations. Although this time, she didn't seem to feel insecure at all.

“I love you,” she said, returning to her being, returning to being the shy and affectionate Donna that a lust caused by you had hidden for a moment.

You took off the veil, passing it back around her neck and pulling it, looking at her with a loving and satisfied expression at the same time.

“Me too...” You sighed, returning her affection with a slow, loving and tender kiss, far from the previous actions. “Hey, I've been thinking...”

“What?” She asked curiously, burying her head in your shoulder, letting herself be embraced by your protective arms.

“I would really like to take some photos of you with the veil on too, just with the veil on...”

[goodolddumbbanana]

Nexus to Moon: dramatic, mysterious, evil.

He is the monster. He forced me kneel, he hurts me, he makes me relived of all my mistakes. I couldn't fight him and the worst of it..... I. Scared. Of. Him.

Nexus to Sun: Bitch wants me to work for him and gets mad when I say no. Also... Cringe.

I am sorry but, has anyone felt a really drastically shift tones between Moon and Sun when they interact with Nexus?

Like Nexus really wants to hurt Moon, badly. He does not hesitate to cram his hands inside Moon's head, and mocks Moon for everything he did. It was intense, and we can feel it is Nexus the one who is in the control. And that Moon will not do or can try anything.

Also Moon gets kneel down and tortured pretty quick after that. Also he seems very scared of Nexus after each time he interacted with Nexus.

But Sun... I don't know man... I think I had made Nexus cooler in my head.

He is just so cringe. (THE GOD thingy makes me die a little bit whenever I hear him screaming that name)

I couldn't see the monster who hurt Moon with the way he was chasing Sun around and Sun just kept running like it is no ends tomorrow.

(Lmao dude just straight up pulling Naruto run on Nexus, really reminds me back then, of the times when Sun doing something stupid and Nexus just angrily yelling ran after him.)

And even when he had Sun at the corner, he couldn't say anything 'emotional damage' to Sun.

"What ... Are you insane?!"

"Yeah. I thought it was pretty obvious."

And baby girl is so obsessed with the fact he is no longer Moon, he thinks it is him who is still the one Sun calls for help. Which is sad and funny both at the same time.

Like we can feel a tiny small hesitant in Nexus's voice when Sun keeps saying 'Moon', like he thought Sun wants him to stop.

And how the issue gets dragged on the surface. Sun always feels like he couldn't help Nexus and Nexus also feels like he couldn't let Sun help him. (Because the same old story, Sun got hurt and kidnapped whenever he came with Nexus.)

"So now I have value for you?"

"Yeah, for once in your miserable life, you have value."

It is sad when they come back at each other like this. Especially when Nexus always says that he needs Sun back in the day.

"You had friends, you had a family. They love you."

Sun loves him. He still loves Nexus. He didn't want Nexus dead is one thing, but he seems so worried about Nexus (accidentally calling him Moon when seeing him got shot) and tries to make Monty stop shooting. Even after Nexus runway, Sun - the one who gets so infected by Negative Star power, still wants to know if Nexus is okay.

And when he was back at home, he wasn't even scared of Nexus, not like how he used to be terrified of Eclipse or Killcode or even when he interacts with Dark Sun. He seems just pissed and done at himself, and not even with Nexus.

"I didn't have friends. I was a replacement."

Nexus didn't consider Monty his friend. I mean it is totally understandable, especially when they hijacked his head before. But replacement... Really? Sure maybe at first with Sun, but what about Earth? She didn't know jack about you?

"Maybe at first, but I liked you."

Haha... Remember when Nexus said he was very appreciative of how Sun loved him more than Moon? Haha... Good times ...

"oh my..., cuz I was nicer to you."

"because you are nice."

"because I didn't beat you.... Guess what Sunny, you are nothing but a tool for me..."

He throws away any good things he did for Sun. He burned all their memories, and saw himself as a monster. He tried to make himself a monster towards Sun, and when seeing it didn't work, because Sun doesn't care about how horrible he is now, he straight down Sun with the 'I don't care about you' attitude.

"You know what... You are not worse than Moon. Hell you are not even better..."

'You are just exactly like Moon. ' I think it is what Sun wants to say. They are both so stuck in their own minds, never wanting to hear what other people say, what people are trying to prove they are so much better than this.

"I am me! NONE OF YOU COULD REALISE, I AM MY OWN PERSON!!!"

"I tried."

"No you didn't. You USED me. And now I am going to use you."

"I am sorry."

His voice seems so small. He sounds so heartbroken when he says sorry to Nexus, like we can feel the thought process behind Sun. He truly thinks everything happened was his fault, it is Sun's fault leading Nexus to become like this.

"Your apologies don't mean anything to me."

And Nexus sounds so wanting to move one, to get done with his job, to stop talking about the past. It doesn't matter if Sun says sorry or not, because he doesn't care. He doesn't want to care.

And the term he used... Dragging Sun into his lab and plug he into the machine, to let him never do any of his own will ever again....

What does Nexus think Sun will do with his own will? Like what exactly can Sun do? Yapping at his ears until it bleeds? Sun doesn't have any manipulated skills at all, he is so straightforward and honest to actually harm Nexus from behind, like, Nexus just needs to highjack Sun's head like Moon.

From my perspective, I think there are a lot of methods to let Sun do as Nexus plead, but Nexus only wants to stop thinking about Sun. Like if he fully controlled over Sun, he will not have to think about how Sun is disappointed in him anymore, He will not have to think of Sun as a human being, as his ex brother, as someone still cares about him.

And when Sun says he will not do as Nexus says? Nexus sounds didn't surprise at all. They understand each other too well to know even Sun sometimes a coward, he will not give up like that for Nexus.

Also... Why did he not just threaten Moon? Or Dazzle? Or Jack? Just like how he mocks Solar?

Did he not want his older brother to think of him lower?

"...I have you kneel at me, right ? So look at your superior being."

The way Nexus said that, it makes me feel sad. Like, Nexus so wants to cut off Sun, to make Sun think of him as a monster, to hurt Sun not even in the way it matters.

He still couldn't hit Sun at his lowest, I mean, back then, Old Moon even worse with Sun both emotionally and physically back in the days.

Even after so much nonsense craps, Sun still unharmed. He tortured Moon, he mocked Solar, but Sun.... There is no win in this fight.

Their fighting still looks so much more than their so used banter before... I wish Nexus and Sun will be still brothers ;.;

Sidenote: I love that Ruin tries to convince Nexus to think more with his head but just ends up giving up like : oh right, screw you then, asshole.

Very baby girl behaviour of him.

[idkmanwtfishumanityanymore]

No I’m sorry Y’all I’m seriously still so fucking pissed off abt this episode, and I have to scream into the digital void about everything wrong with it and how downright mocking it felt or I’m gonna EXPLODE-

FIRST OFF, MY BIGGEST FUCKING ISSUE. Moon, near the end, says that “Bad people are bad people, no matter what dimension it is” or something similar.

HOW THE FUCK DOES SOLAR EXIST THEN, HM?

BECAUSE IF I REMEMBER CORRECTLY, SOLAR STARTED AS “NICE ECLIPSE”, BUT WAIT.. HOW CAN THAT BE POSSIBLE WHEN “BAD PEOPLE STAY BAD, NO MATTER THE DIMENSION”??? CAUSE I’M PRETTY FUCKING SURE ECLIPSE WAS BAD WHEN THAT HAPPENED, AND SOLAR WAS A GOOD VARIANT OF ECLIPSE.

YOUR LOGIC FALLS COMPLETELY, FUCKING, FLAT.

IF SOLAR, A GOOD ECLIPSE CAN EXIST, WHY IS IT SOOOOOO FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE FOR A GOOD BLOODMOON TO EXIST? HM? ANSWER ME THAT, HYPOCRITE.

THE ONLY FUCKING REASON, THEY WERE EVEN CONSIDERED “GOOD”, WAS BECAUSE THEY DIDN’T KILL. SOMETHING THEY ORIGINALLY, HAD TO FUCKING DO OR ELSE THEIR INSATIABLE BLOODLUST, WHICH WAS HARDWIRED INTO THEM, WOULD FORCE THEM TO GO AND KILL BECAUSE IT WAS PAINFUL TO IGNORE IT.

AND DON’T EVEN FUCKING GET ME STARTED ON HOW DISRESPECTFUL THIS FELT TO ANYONE WHO WAS (REASONABLY) PISSED OFF ABOUT HOW BLOODMOON’S CHARACTER WAS HANDLED, AND THE PEOPLE WHO ACTUALLY HAD AN ATTACHMENT TO HIM???

THIS WAS THE DEFINITION OF “If I give you what you want, will you fuck off?”

THE WRITERS, (probably fucking Davis), JUST TOSSED SOMETHING BLOODMOON RELATED AT THE FANDOM, TO GET US TO STOP CRITICIZING HOW HORRIBLY THEY HANDLED BLOODMOON AS A CHARACTER.

THEY JUST CHUCKED IT AT US, AND BASICALLY SAID; “Fuck off already, look, they can NEVER be actually good, they’ll always be bad, now stop whining”.

WE LITERALLY SAW THAT THEY COULD BE ATLEAST DOCILE-ISH IN A WAY, BACK WHEN THEY VERY BRIEFLY LIVED WITH FOXY AND FC. FOXY THOUGHT OF A WAY TO KEEP THEIR BLOODLUST AT BAY, THEY HAD ENTERTAINMENT IN THE FORM OF THE BOUNCY CHICK, AND THEY ACTUALLY SEEMED KINDA OKAY WITH LIVING THERE.

BUT NOOOOOOOO, THE FUCKING WRITERS GAVE US A GLIMPSE OF WHAT A VAST MAJORITY OF THE FANDOM WANTED, AND IMMEDIATELY RIPPED IT AWAY LIKE 3 OR 2 DAYS LATER BY HAVING THEM BOTH ABRUPTLY GO AFTER FOXY, AND HARVEST GOT FUCKING KILLED.

THEY WERE FUCKING DEPENDENT ON EACHOTHER TO SURVIVE AND FUNCTION, THEY WERE LITERALLY EACHOTHER’S OTHER HALF. WE CAN CLEARLY SEE THIS WHEN BLOODMOON IS STRUGGLING WITH PLANNING AND CALCUTION, BECAUSE THE OTHER TWIN HANDLED IT. THE OTHER TWIN KNEW HOW TO PLAN, AND CALCULATE SHIT FOR THEIR PLANS, THE REMAINING TWIN WAS THE BRAWN, AND THE OTHER WAS THE BRAIN IN SIMPLE TERMS.

AND DOUBLE DON’T GET ME STARTED ON HOW BLOODMOON WAS LITERALLY HARASSED AFTER HIS BROTHER WAS KILLED???

MONTY AND PUPPET, BOTH, FORCED BLOODMOON TO SIT ON THEIR STUPID LITTLE FUCKING PODCAST, AND PROBED HIM WITH ENDLESS QUESTIONS ABOUT HIS BROTHER.

FOR FUCKS SAKE, MONTY’S FIRST WORDS AFTER THE TIMESKIP WERE “How’s it feel bein’ an only sibling?” OR SOMETHING INCREDIBLY SIMILAR, AND YES, I’LL GIVE PUPPET SOME CREDIT, SHE SEEMED A TINY BIT DISAPPOINTED WITH MONTY FOR OPENING WITH THAT, BUT LIKE 5 OR SO MINUTES LATER, SHE WAS PLAYING THE FUCKING DEATH OF BLOODMOON’S BROTHER, ON FUCKING LOOP, AND EXPECTED HIM TO WATCH.

AND THEN THEY HAVE THE GALL TO CALL THEIR COMMUNITY, ONE OF THE MAIN REASONS THEY CAN EVEN HAVE SUCCESS FROM THEIR CHANNELS, CRAZY, FOR THINKING THAT THEY WENT TOO FAR, AND HAVING EVEN THE SLIGHTEST BIT OF SYMPATHY OR EMPATHY FOR BLOODMOON.

THEY CLAIM WE’RE INSANE FOR HAVING BASIC HUMAN REACTIONS TO SEEING SOMEONE LOSE A LOVED ONE.

THEY CLAIM WE’RE MENTALLY UNSTABLE FOR SYMPATHIZING WITH THE TWINS AND THEIR TRAUMA, WHICH MIGHT I ADD IS NEVER FUCKING ACKNOWLEDGED??

IF ECLIPSE IS ABLE TO HAVE A REDEMPTION ARC, BECAUSE HE’S “NOT THE SAME PERSON”, AND “A CLONE”, WHY IS IT SO IMPOSSIBLE THAT THE TWINS, WHO ALSO WEREN’T THE SAME PEOPLE, AND WERE ALSO CLONES, TO BE EVEN SLIGHTLY REDEEMED??

I DON’T FUCKING CARE IF THEY WERE STILL KILLERS, IT WAS STILL HARDWIRED INTO THEM, IN BOTH ITERATIONS.

I’m not going to touch how predatory Ruin was with them back in October right now, or ever, because I’m honestly appalled that the writers WENT THERE with their script.

Every fucking argument made in this stupid fucking mockery of a video falls flat, and directly conflicts with past fully canon information, and I’m fucking pissed.

on a lighter note, more (JUSTIFIED) complaints about the loan-shark!twins;

OKAY WHY THE FUCK DID THEY SEPARATE THEM INTO “BLOOD” AND “MOON”, COULDN’T THEY HAVE ATLEAST TRIED TO CONNECT WITH THEIR COMMUNITY AND USE ONE OF THE MANY RENAMES WE’VE HAD? BLOODY AND HARVEST, SYTHE AND HATCHET, CRIMSON AND MAROON TO NAME A FEW, BUT “BLOOD” AND “MOON”??? GOD HOW FUCKING DISCONNECTED CAN THEY BE?? THERE’S ALSO ALREADY A MOON THAT EXISTS, SO HOW THE FUCK DOES THAT WORK? HOW CONFUSING DOES IT GET WHEN THEY’RE IN THE SAME ROOM AND SOMEONE SAYS “MOON”, BUT ONLY MEANS ONE OF THEM???

And then the sheer fact that they were literally traumatized by the thought of drinking blood- like I’m sorry but that is NOT enough to traumatize anyone, unless they have like, a crippling phobia of blood. Hemophobia or something like that I think. And considering they say they “bleed people dry” (financially), I don’t think they have a fear of blood, or they wouldn’t use the saying-

So there ya have it, me, in the dark, at 10:33PM on a Friday night in July, on the 26th, writing a whole ass essay assignment because of how PISSED OFF one single episode made me.

I’m gonna go die now. (For legal reasons I mean go to bed /Gen)

[moonlit-dreamers]

once saw a confession about how sweet sun/solar is in the fandom and thought to myself "theyre very right but now i wanna make it toxic"

both of them using each other as replacements for the ppl they cared about before (solar with his sun and sun with eclipse) so none of it is truly sincere and they both know it and yet it hurts so much when one of them slips up and calls them the wrong name

both of them crying while holding each other and whispering how much they love each other when in reality they love the person they think the other is and not who they really are

solar is too nice and sun is too erratic. they both desperately try to cling onto their perceived realities of who the other isnt

getting frustrated when they dont act the same way as they expect them to, asking why theyre acting so different bc this isnt them, this isnt how theyre supposed to be. they both want the other to change but they wont change themself so they enter a constant loop of "this isnt like you" "well this is just how i am so deal with it"

its not physically abusive but they get into screaming matches near daily and theyre never resolved and usually end with one (or both) of them storming off somewhere. then they meet back up and apologize and say theyll never do it again but it happens the next day as well

[melodyofthevoid]

By The Skin of His Teeth

(Simone is @oriiduckko's big son Pitch and Nada belong to the lovely @cuppanova thanks bestie for letting me borrow them <3)

For someone wanted by so many, Simone’s target didn’t exactly make himself difficult to find. Sure, by all appearances this… Pitch could blend into a crowd. Scrawny and slight in all the ways that made an alley a welcome friend. Simone knew how to hunt, and the small ones loved their corners. As though that might save them from an attack from above and the ensuing drop to the ground.

Except- well.

Pitch stood tall on a table in the middle of the bar, flagon in hand and raucously joining in a round of “Pick a God”, though from outside Simone failed to make out her voice. Only the general rhythm and tone made its way through the walls and windows. The crowd within a regular mix of weary sailors and mercenaries who made enough money to cover up the scars. Whatever message  someone needed delivered here, well it couldn’t be that important.

The other one, Nada, if he recalled, was nowhere in sight, and considering that centaurs stood out just about anywhere, Pitch appeared to be alone. Alone, drunk, unaware. Not surrounded by any competition for the bounty either. None Simone recognized on sight.

He rolled his shoulders and shook out his wings, brushing past the window and taking to the sky to circle. Tempted as it was to barge in and snatch the debtor on the spot, that risked starting a brawl. A potential distraction.

No, he’d wait, and watch for his prey to emerge.

It didn’t take long, it seemed Pitch’s singing (or something else, the skies only knew) got him thrown out of the building, the human rolling in a flailing wheel until he hit the pavement with a bounce. Simone snorted. How pathetic. No wonder she ended up to her neck in debt if this was how he spent his days.

After a moment, Pitch staggered to his feet, looping towards the wall for stability and rubbing the blood away from his nose.

Simone dove.

Pitch barely got a moment to scream before Simone’s hand engulfed his throat, a choked gasp leaving him as he flailed. Simone pressed him up against a wall, wings flared out wide enough to eclipse the moon above. Casting them both into shadow. Out of some small mercy, Simone eased up enough to allow him to speak.

Given how easy this was, he was allowed to play somewhat.

“W-who-“

“None of your business. All you need to know, is I’ve got a job to do. Nothing personal.”

Whatever blood remained in Pitch’s face drained further, the words ringing a familiar tone.

“Ah.”

Simone almost laughed again, always the same with these types. Thinking the consequences would never show up and panicking the moment they did. From behind the thick bangs, Simone almost saw her eyes darting back and forth, desperate for a way out.

“So- so uh- I’m guessing I can’t ask nicely for you to let me go?”

Pitch’s voice raised higher in- well. Pitch. A shaking smile wobbling across his face.

“No.”

“Worth a shot- haha.”

He leaned in closer, drawing a knife out from his side and pressing it to Pitch’s throat.

“Anything you’d like me to tell the boss when I give her your body?”

“Uh- I uh- ha- uh… not- not really?-“

Simone raised his brow, but brushed off the stammering. No use in delaying. 

A weight slammed into Simone’s side, sending him to the cobblestone with a crack. He wheezed, feeling bones crack and pop. One of the downsides of being an avian. Once he regained his footing, and the world stopped spinning around him, he watched as Pitch clung to the back of a… Centaur. One Nada, who took off at full speed through the barely populated streets. 

“Fuck”, he wheezed. 

He stretched out his wings and winced, the shooting pain keeping him from extending to his full wingspan, let alone chase after them. 

He got careless. Of course Pitch’s partner in crime wouldn’t be that far away, not for that long. Simone grit his teeth, and slid the knife back into its holster. 

One way or another, he’d get his target. 

He always did. 

[the-solar-system52]

‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️FNAF FANDOM WAKEY WAKEY RUIN DLC TRAILER THIS IS NOT A DRILL ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

IM GONNA RANT ABOUT THE DAYCARE ATTENDANT NOW CUZ WHEN I SAW THEM I START PACING AROUND MY ROOM, STOMPING MY FOOT, JUMPING UP AND DOWN, FLAPPING MY HANDS AROUND AND CLICKING MY FINGERS FROM EXCITEMENT‼️‼️‼️‼️ (my body does that sometimes I dunno why though)

IM SOOOO EXCITED TO SEE THEM AGAIN!!!!!!!! IVE BEEN OBSESSED WITH THEM SINCE FNAF SB FIRST CAME OUT BUT THE FANON VERSION OF THEM IS ALWAYS SUPER OOC SO IVE BEEN STARVED FOR CONTENT BUT NOW THEYLL ACTUALLY GET MORE SCREENTIME IN JULY AHAHAJSLSKDNDNDJSJDJNDNDNDDNNE IM SCREAMING RN IM SO HAPPY RAHHHHHH

Ok ok analysis time!

HOLY SHIT LOOK AT THEM?? DAYCARE ATTENDANT MY GUY WHAT HAPPENED!? It's pretty clear the fire damaged them enough so now they are a mixture of Sun and Moon (that eclipse arcade game was foreshadowing!!) Their design is so cool and also super creepy holy fucking hell!

Slowing down the clip, we can see that they first open a closet the player was in, so maybe their segment will be some sort of hide-and-seek minigame?? We also see that they first jump at us super aggressively, but then step back at wave at us, more friendly-like. My guess is that Moon will be trying to kill us as usual but Sun will be trying to be nice to us and the two will have to fight for control of the body 'Malachite from Steven Universe' style! This would explain why their movements seem almost frantic and clumsy.

Judging by this, I'm not sure if turning on or off the light will have much effect on them anymore since they are both conscious at the same time? Jesus Christ I feel super bad for Sun someone get this dude some therapy :(

You can't really see this with tumblr image quality, but in the shot of this endoskeleton, I can make out caution tape around the entrance to the daycare? I don't remember this being in the main game so that means someone must've been there to put them up? I don't know if it was put around the entire pizzaplex cuz of the fire or if it was a reason specific to the daycare attendant, but I guess we'll have to wait and see!

As for the daycare itself, it ain't looking to good. I know ALL of the Pizzaplex got damaged in the fire but something about seeing the once bright and happy daycare destroyed like this makes me really upset :(

EITHER WAY IM SOSOSOSOSOSOOSOSOSOSOSOSOSO EXCITED AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

[livsoulsecrets]

1989 (Taylor’s version) songs as BL/GL Characters - Part 1

Welcome to New York - Chris and Amm (Friendzone 2)

When we first dropped our bags on apartment floors

Took our broken hearts, put them in a drawer

Everybody here was someone else before

And you can want who you want

Boys and boys and girls and girls

[…] Like any great love, it keeps you guessing

Like any real love, it's ever-changing

Like any true love, it drives you crazy

But you know you wouldn't change anything, anything, anything

Blank Space - Sand and Ray (Only Friends)

Saw you there and I thought "Oh, my God, look at that face, you look like my next mistake, love’s a game, wanna play?"

[…] Ain't it funny? Rumors fly and I know you heard about me

So hey, let's be friends, I'm dying to see how this one ends

Grab your passport and my hand, I can make the bad guys good for a weekend

So it's gonna be forever or it's gonna go down in flames

You can tell me when it's over, if the high was worth the pain

[…] 'Cause we're young, and we're reckless

We'll take this way too far, it'll leave you breathless or with a nasty scar

Got a long list of ex-lovers, they’ll tell you I'm insane

But I've got a blank space, baby, and I'll write your name

Cherry lips, crystal skies, I could show you incredible things

Stolen kisses, pretty lies, you’re the King, baby, I'm your Queen

[…] Wait, the worst is yet to come, oh, no

Screaming, crying, perfect storms, I can make all the tables turn

Rose garden filled with thorns, keep you second guessing like “Oh, my God, who is [he]?"

I get drunk on jealousy, but you'll come back each time you leave

'Cause, darling, I'm a nightmare dressed like a daydream

Style - Prapai and Sky (Love in the air)

And I should just tell you to leave 'cause I

Know exactly where it leads, but I

Watch us go 'round and 'round each time

You got that James Dean daydream look in your eye

And I got that red lip classic thing that you like

And when we go crashing down, we come back every time

'Cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style

[…] Just take me home

Out of the woods - Akk and Ayan (The Eclipse)

When you started crying, baby, I did too

But when the sun came up, I was looking at you

Remember when we couldn't take the heat?

I walked out, I said "I'm setting you free"

But the monsters turned out to be just trees

When the sun came up you were looking at me

[…] Are we out of the woods yet?

All you had to do was stay - Kim and Chay (Kinnporsche the series)

Here you are now, calling me up, but I don't know what to say

I've been picking up the pieces of the mess you made

People like you always want back the love they pushed aside

But people like me are gone forever when you say goodbye

Hey, all you had to do was stay

Had me in the palm of your hand

Then why'd you have to go and lock me out when I let you in?

I wish you would - Nim and Mollie (The Warp Effect)

I wish you would come back

Wish I'd never hung up the phone like I did

I wish you knew that I’d never forget you as long as I'd live

And I wish you were right here, right now

It's all good, I wish you would

I wish we could go back

And remember what we were fighting for

Wish you knew that I miss you too much to be mad anymore

Bad blood - Todd and Black (Not me)

Cause baby, now we've got bad blood

You know it used to be mad love

[…] So take a look what you've done

Oh, it's so sad to think about the good times, you and I

[…] Now we've got problems and I don't think we can solve 'em

You made a really deep cut

Wildest Dreams - Tharn and Phaya (The Sign)

Say you'll remember me

Standing in a nice dress

Staring at the sunset, babe

Red lips and rosy cheeks

Say you'll see me again

Even if it's just in your wildest dreams

How you get the girl - Mon and Sam (Gap the series)

Say it's been a long six months

And you were too afraid to tell her what you want […]

And then you say, I want you for worse or for better

I would wait for ever and ever

Broke your heart, I'll put it back together

I would wait for ever and ever

And that's how it works

That's how you get the girl

This Love - Pat and Pran (Bad Buddy)

Your kiss, my cheek

I watched you leave

Your smile, my ghost

I fell to my knees

When you're young, you just run

But you come back to what you need

This love is good

This love is bad

This love is alive back from the dead

These hands had to let it go free, and

This love came back to me

This love left a permanent mark

This love is glowing in the dark

[fanfictions-loveavatar]

Why always her? Alternative ending.

Pairings: Lo’ak x reader (reader is 17 and Lo’ak is 18)

Warnings: fluff and cute.

Summary: Following the first part, you are still upset with Neteyam but Lo’ak is there for you and you start to realise that maybe the right person was in front of you all this time. (This is an alternative ending, there is a Neteyam ending which is the original one.)

Word count: 1371

Y/N POV:

It has been 3 days since I confessed my feelings for Neteyam. He hasn’t given up on trying to talk to me but I haven’t given him the chance not wanting to be alone with him. I wasn’t hurt that he didn’t love me, I was hurt that it was my sister he loved when he knew what kind of person she was.

Luckily, Lo’ak was with me through it all. He stayed by my side, him, Kiri and Tuk. They weren’t mad at their brother, but they didn’t exactly agree with him either.

I was sitting in our tent alone everyone else were either hunting or doing something else. I was making a new top for myself. It helped me relax.

After a while I was all done and I tried it on, it looked beautiful on my figure.

Soon I heard Lo’ak and Kiri calling me from outside. I went out and Lo’ak’ s jaw fell to the floor when he saw me. While Kiri just said wow.

Tuk came running from behind Kiri, she came to a stop once she saw me.

“Omg Y/N you look so beautiful!” Tuk started jumping around me. I laughed and picked her up in my arms.

“Do you guys want to go into the forest, we still have time before eclipse?” I asked.

“Yes, let’s go!” Tuk happily exclaimed in my arms, Kiri nodded, Lo’ak still stayed in the same position, his mouth opened.

Me, Kiri and Tuk moved past him.

“Close your mouth Lo’ak or a fly might go in.” Kiri laughed when her brother quickly closed his mouth and followed behind us.

We walked into the forest, Lo’ak first, then me and Kiri with Tuk on my back. We were going toward our favourite spot, the waterfall.

I let Tuk down when we arrived, and she immediately sat down playing with the flowers around her. Kiri sat next to her sister talking with her about the different kinds of flowers.

I suddenly felt Lo’ak’ s hand holds mine. I turned around, he was already looking at me, smiling. I smiled back. We both looked towards the water then at each other, our smiles growing wide. We both started running towards the water, still holding hands we jumped in. When I emerged i immediately got splashed.

“Lo’ak!” I screamed at him before also splashing him. He went underwater and a second later I felt his arm grabbing my waist and lifting me up, turning me around and dropping me into the water. Omg he was so dead. We kept messing around.

“Kiri, Tuk join in!” It was as if Tuk was just waiting for an invite, because she immediately stood up and ran towards the water. Kiri rolled her eyes before also joining in.

The moment Kiri got in Lo’ak went underwater. A second later I see Kiri going underwater as well.

“Lo’ak you bastard!” Kiri shouted once she emerged. They started fighting with Kiri trying to catch Lo’ak so she could drown him. Me and Tuk just stood at the side laughing at them.

It felt nice, to have them by my side, but I missed Neteyam. But not the way I have missed him the past few days. I didn’t miss his smile like before, I wanted him to be here not because it would give me butterflies but because it would be so nice to see him play with his siblings, to be a kid again. I missed him as a friend.

Later

It was now close to eclipse. We were getting ready to set back to the village. As I was about to pick up Tuk again Lo’ak stopped me by grabbing my shoulder.

“Can you stay behind with me I want to talk to you?” he asked and I nodded.

Kiri took Tuk instead and told us not to be too late unless we want a scolding.

We both rolled our eyes. As the girls went back to the village. I turned towards Lo’ak. He grabbed my hand and told me to follow him.

We started climbing a tree. We climbed until we stopped at a fairly big and stable branch. We sat down on it.

“Y/N… I have seen how my brother has affected you in the past few days.” Lo’ak started “And I know this might not be the right time but I fear you might forgive Neteyam soon and I will miss my chance so.” Lo’ak took a deep breath. “I see you Y/N. I have seen you since the day I saw you beaten up and bruised. I see the way your smile lights my whole day; I see the way your eyes sparkle when they see stars. You have always been a great friend to me, but I wish we could be more.” When he finished, he looked at me ready for me to reject him.

But did I want to reject him? He has always been there for me, looking back at it there was always one person there for me through everything.

Flashback

I saw my sister and her friends coming, it has been a week since I started living with the Sully’s and this is the first time they have approached me since then.

“So, you think you are better then me?” Eyra spat out.

I was going to defend myself I wasn’t going to let myself be pushed around anymore.

I tried ignoring her and walking away from them, but I suddenly fell a sharp pain when Eyra pulled me back by my hair.

“You little brat, you are going to ignore me?” She put her fist up. I closed my eyes waiting for the impact. 1…2…3…. nothing.

I opened my eyes to see Lo’ak standing next to Eyra holding her fist in the air.

“Let her go. Now” Lo’ak’ s tone was dark. Eyra wasn’t stupid she knew she shouldn’t mess with Toruk Makto’s son.

She let my hair go. Lo’ak quickly coming in front of me.

“Now scram before I break my rule and start hitting girls.” They all ran away.

Lo’ak turned to me.

“Are you okay Y/N?” he sounded concern and his expression immediately changed. I nodded.

“Thank you.” I smiled at him. He smiled back pulling me into a hug.

End of flashback

There were many more instants where Lo’ak was there for me.

I looked at him, just now realising how handsome he looked. I took his hand in mine. Our 5 fingers intertwining together.

“I see you too Lo’ak.” I pressed my forehead against his.

I suddenly felt his lips on mine, they were soft, very soft. I returned the kiss cupping his face.

We ended the kiss and smiled at each other. We started setting back to the village hand in hand.

When we arrived at our tent, I saw Neteyam outside waiting for us. I knew what I had to do.

“You go ahead Lo’ak I have to speak to Neteyam.” I smiled at Lo’ak, he nodded and went in the tent.

“Neteyam, can we talk?” I asked him and he nodded. We went and sat on a rock close to the tent.

“Y/N I am so sorr-“ before he could continue I interrupted him.

“It’s okay Neteyam I forgive you; I understand how my sister can be, but I also don’t see you that way anymore, over the past few days I realised I missed your company as friend rather then anything else.” He looked at me with a sad smile on his face.

“I understand, so friends?” He extended his hand.

“Friends” I hugged him.

We went inside and I sat down next to Lo’ak leaning my head against his shoulder. His hand moved to rub circles on my back.

Ma Lo’ak

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[lec743]

FNAF Fanfic (Cherub AU)

Hey, so a bit of warning on this one, don’t jump off of buildings alright everyone. I mean it. Unless you’re like some kind of parkour expert, I suggest you all stay away from the edges of buildings. @starrspice I promise nothing bad happens to Y/N. They just meet Sun and Moon for the first time in this short story.

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           You woke up with a start at the sound of knocking on your bedroom window. You turn your head just enough to see the clock on your nightstand. It was four in the morning, right before the crack of dawn. You turn on your side and try to go back to sleep. Today was your day off and you wanted to spend most of that time in bed. You jump again at the sound of knocking on your bedroom window, this time it sounded more urgent and less like some stray pigeon trying to make a meal out of its reflection.

           You groan as you get out of bed and walk across your cold wooden floor. You pull back the curtains and open your window. Sticking your head out, you looked down and side to side, then a big yellow face dropped upside down in front of you, practically touching nose to nose with you.

           “Good morning, Trainee!”

           Your guttural scream made you jump, and you banged the back of your head against the window and in your attempt to pull back you overcorrected and bashed your nose against the windowsill. You tripped over your feet in your panic and pain and fell on your ass as you scrambled backwards until your back was pressing against your bed.

           The yellow face peeked through the open window with a sheepish smile while a blue and black face peeked in with the other face, it’s eyes only showing. They both bobbed slightly, like balloons on a string.

           “Oops. Sorry there, Trainee,” The yellow face said, “I didn’t mean to spook you like that.”

           You notice the black and blue face side-eyeing the yellow one with a slight squint.

           “Can we come in,” the yellow face asked.

           You rub the soreness out of your nose and only nod. Too tired, too in pain and too caught up in your adrenaline to really deny entry at this moment. Your dove wing earrings jingle by your neck as you try to rub the soreness out of the back of your head next.

           The faces revealed torsos and arms and legs, that were human yet very much not at the same time. Their skin color was cartoonish and exaggerated, like they were the walking embodiment of imagination. The yellow one had a face that made you think of the sun. He wore a warm brown turtleneck and bright bellbottom pants that were red with yellow strips making you think of a circus tent. At his feet you saw dove wings on the heels of his black and gold shoes. He hovered about an inch off your floor. You don’t know if he was doing it to be polite or to show off since you were starting to feel very much that he did intend to scare you. The blue and black one had a face that made you think of the moon when it’s cresting. On his head sat a navy-blue paperboy’s hat with a little yellow crescent moon pin near the brim of his hat. His hands were wrapped like how you’ve seen boxers wrap their hands. He wore a skin-tight, sleeveless black turtleneck top and teal cargo pants with each pocket having a yellow star on the lid of each pocket and on his knees. Brown combat boots that looked like they’ve seen better days decorated his feet. His dove wings were on his back, folded nice and tight in a way that if you only ever seen his front, you’d never guess that he had wings on him at all. He stood normally on your wooden floor; his arms crossed defensively in front of him. Your eyes couldn’t help but blur at the edges a bit when you looked at them, like how it was when you met Eclipse.

           A light went off in your head and you were embarrassed for yourself that you forgot that you agreed to help fix up the messes you’ve caused. They didn’t need to know that, so you take that embarrassment and turned it into anger.

           Standing up you said, “What’s the big idea waking me up at the ass crack of dawn, huh?!”

           “There’s a lot that you need to learn, Trainee,” the yellow one said with a sickening up-beat voice that was too early to have at this hour. “We’ve got hearts to help fill with love and relationships to guide apart. Humanity is ever growing and therefore diligence is required.”

           The blue and black one only nodded as the yellow one spoke.

           You cover your face with your hands then groan into them. Then keeping your face covered your muffled voice said, “Okay. Just… Just sit in the living room as I get dressed and stuff.”

           “Can do!” You heard the yellow one say.

           You listened to slight fluttering and soft footsteps as they exit your room and close the door behind them. As their noise faded with distance you pulled your face down with your hands as you groaned into your ceiling. There goes your day off plans. You sigh once more, but it’s in resignation. You did agree to this, no matter how annoyed you are, you did agree to it.

           Putting on your imaginary adult pants, you close your bedroom window then go get dressed. You put on a pair of flexible jean shorts, and a plain black t-shirt and your rainbow trench coat that you made for an old comic con cosplay costume that you never got rid of because you love it so much, but also never have a proper situation for wearing it. You figured being a temporary cherub is reason enough. You go to your bathroom to take your medicine for the morning and see the white rose that you left in your medicine cabinet. It still hasn’t wilted since you’ve had it, looking as crisp and fresh as if it were just cut. You put it in your hair.

           Before leaving your room, you grab your shoulder bag. You walk past your teachers as they sat patiently on your couch as you gathered your phone, keys, wallet, and a few snacks to eat on the road. You grab an apple from your fridge and eat it as your breakfast as you stand before the two cherubs.

           “So.” You said around a bite full of apple. “Can I get your names and what the game plan is for today?” You figured they already knew your name, so you didn’t bother introducing yourself.

           “Of course! I’m Sun, the Cherub of Love and this is my Best Friend/Associate/Partner Moon, the Cherub of Hate and Heart Break,” the yellow one spoke up cheerily as the blue and black one tipped his hat to you. “Today we’ll be going over basic lessons and then we’ll get into the nitty-gritty of the actual job and then we’ll be able to fix all the problems you caused.”

           You didn’t miss the way that Sun’s voice seemed to sour at the end there, like he didn’t want to be here. It made you not trust his smile. You squint at him then turn to his partner.

           “Should I expect you two here at this time every training day?”

           Moon gave a short shake of his head and said, “No. We can work around your life and work schedule. You can just write it out for us. Today’s just a special day.”

           You were surprised by how soft-spoken Moon was, it had a tenderness to it that made your heart hurt in a way that you didn’t want to be reminded of.

           “Okay! Let’s go,” you say quick and harsh, as you speed walked to your front door.

           If the cherubs noticed your sudden change in attitude, they don’t mention it as they follow you down and out of the apartment. Standing on the empty sidewalk, you throw away your eaten apple and button up your colorful trench coat to protect yourself against the cold wind and you ask a particularly important question.

           “What’s my first lesson?”

           “We’re going to teach you how to fly,” Sun said brightly, “Hold on.”

           “Hold on to—”

           Sun gripped you around the waist before you could finish your question and you two were shooting into the air like he was some Perseus wannabe. It had you screaming in surprise. Below you, you watched the waking world shrink, but you kept your eyes on Moon as he followed behind, frowning heavily. Soon the three of you were high enough that if you were to fall, you would die instantly from the impact. You clung to Sun’s back with your hands and had your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, you were practically koala bear hugging him.

           “Sun! I swear to all things that are holy, I will kill you if you drop me!”

           “Feeling more awake now?” You snarled at him. “Good. Moon. Will you start the lesson?”

           You saw Moon fly behind Sun so he could face you.

           “It’s okay,” Moon said soothingly, “We’re not going to let you get hurt. This is a trust exercise.”

           “Well, this is a real shitty way for me to trust you two!”

           “The trust isn’t for us. It’s for yourself,” Moon stated.

           That made you pause in your panic and look fully at Moon in your confusion.

           “For you to fly, you have to trust the wings that you are given. They chose you just as much as you chose them. If you can’t trust them, then you’ll never fly.”

           “They’re… earrings…”

           “You can still fly with them regardless of what form your wings take,” Sun stated as he patted your back.

           You think about that. It seemed stupid.

           “You just have to trust yourself. That’s all you have to do. It might take you a few attempts, but we will catch you. Okay?” Moon said to reassure you. “We will catch you.”

           You look down over Sun’s shoulder at your far away city. The curvature of the earth making you a little dizzy. You figured the extra height was to have more time to catch you if they miss for some ungodly reason. You still hold on to Sun, but you’re not clutching him like a lifeline anymore. You nod at Moon to show him that you understand.

           You felt Sun lean forward and his strong hold on your middle loosens.

           “I’m letting go now…”

           Your fingers feel numb as you willingly let your arms and legs slip away from Sun and then the air around you whipped your hair and clothes as Sun and Moon became smaller and smaller.

           Come on. Come on. Come ON! COME ON! COME ON! You involuntarily scream as it feels like you were picking up speed as you fell. Then you were suddenly jostled as you felt arms catch you by the back of your knees and your back. You fall a few more feet before you stop completely. Taking deep breathes you see Sun smiling softly at you.

           “Take your time. We’ll do it again when you’re ready,” Sun said as he started flying you back to the starting position.

           You waited until the adrenaline stopped making your hands shake before you decided to let them drop you again. Again, you failed, being caught by Moon this time. The adrenaline subsided and you fell again and was caught again.

           For three days that’s all you did. You don’t know what you were doing wrong. Sun was all smiles, but you could see the way his smile twitched with annoyance each time you fail. Moon kept reassuring you that you’re not the first person to take so long to trust their wings and how you won’t be the last, but it was still frustrating. You wanted to continue with your training so that you could fix your problems as soon as you could. You don’t have forever to do all of this just to be stuck at the beginning.

           One sleepless night, you were staring out your bedroom window as you mulled over your failures. In the distance you could hear a car alarm going off. A frost was forming on your window from how cold the night had gotten. Illuminated by the streetlights you saw a couple snuggling close to each other as they walked and talked happily to each other through the night. In your tired and frustrated state, you got a bad idea and you decided to act on it.

           Keeping your pajamas on, but putting on your rainbow trench coat, you walk out of your apartment and take the stairs up to your apartment’s roof. You go and stand on the edge and look over the side. It was a nine-story tall building. The fall would kill you. With one hand, you grip your right dangly earring between your thumb and forefinger. After staring for a bit, you take a deep breath and straighten as you turn your back to the edge.

           You really don’t want to die. You want to keep living. You want to keep moving. You want to help. You want to have that excuse to see your loved ones again… You don’t want to die. You screwed your eyes shut and fell backwards. You wanted to fly.

           The air around you whipped against you as you fell. Your body tense as your heart ached. In what you hoped wasn’t your last moments, you thought about the worst mistake you’ve ever made… before all of this. Being kinder to yourself, you admit that you’re too harsh on yourself… You think of your past-self and apologize. You just wished that everything would hurt less.

           You take a moment, but you realize that the air is still around you. You open your eyes and look up. You were at the ground floor. You flip around to see if you’re a ghost just hovering over your dead body, but you see nothing. Just the concrete sidewalk. You touch it and you feel the grit of the concrete on your fingers. You push off the ground and you swing backwards as you float a bit higher in the air.

           The shock passes and you start to laugh as you do slow backflips over the streetlamps. You straighten up and shoot up in the air as you laugh. You climb high and laugh louder as you do tricks in the air like you were swimming, be damn the cold, this was the most fun and relief filled moment in your life. After your whooping and hollering, you fly back down to your roof top giggling madly to yourself.

           When your feet hit the ground, your legs gave out and you fall to your knees. As you giggled you felt tears blur your sight as your hands scrapped against the concrete roof, shaking with adrenaline. Your giggling turned into sobs. You wrapped your arms around yourself as you hunched over, your forehead scraping against the concrete as you cried so hard it was hard to breath. As you cried for however long you cried, a small part of you didn’t know you had tears like that in you still.

[hallokatzchen]

Smoke (NSFW AU fic)

Pairing: Alpha!Miguel O'Hara/GN Reader

Contains: Smoking, size difference, oral (male receiving), hair pulling, gagging, pet name he calls everyone regardless of their sex or gender, non-con, oral knotting, injury, blood, implied cannibalism.

Word Count: 960

Summary: Alpha Miguel getting some cock and knot worship.

Author's Note: Inspired by this fic and this art.

The alpha laid back in his favorite chair. Cigarette in one hand and taking a nice, long drag while his other hand gripped his human partner's hair.

He lazily rolled his hips to pump his dick into their mouth. Smoke leaving his lips with a breathy laugh when he heard his human whimper when they saw his knot beginning to swell, and he pushed their head down to make sure their mouth came into contact with it.

He took another drag while he pulled his partner's head back until their mouth left his cock with a wet pop. Thick strings of saliva hung from their lips and stretched from Miguel's cock while they gagged and gasped for air.

The alpha's lips parted to let the smoke free while he looked down and gave a crooked smile when he saw his large cock propped against his partner's messy face. Practically eclipsing it with its sheer size while it drooled precum down their ruddy cheek.

The human's eyes went wide when they felt it throb, and they looked to see that Miguel's knot had grown to its full size and pulsed against their chin.

"Lick it", He commanded and gave their head a shake by the hair, and watched them reluctantly stick their tongue out and slowly run it over his bulbous knot. He looked down at them with heavy lidded eyes and watched as their pink tongue tentatively slid over the hard, swollen flesh and slicked the dark skin with their saliva.

He let his claws out and scratched at their scalp, and chuckled when he saw the human wince before he tightened his grip to tilt their head up to look at him. He brought his cigarette up to his lips and inhaled, then blew a plume of smoke into their face.

"Eyes on me, baby girl".

His human gave a small cough from the smoke and looked up at their alpha with wet doe eyes. They couldn't help but moan at the sight of the ruggedly handsome man, and how his scarred lips curled into a wicked smile that revealed one of his long fangs.

“There ya go…”, He ran his fingers through their hair and gently scratched their scalp to reward them before tightening his grip on their locks. “Show me how much you love it”, he purred and pulled them closer until they opened wide to lick and mouth at his massive knot.

Miguel hummed and rolled his head back while his human worked their mouth over his knot. Messily licking and slurping and sucking at it, and gently nipping at it while maintaining eye contact like they were told. The alpha tilted his head and looked down at his little human and kneaded his fingers against their scalp.

“Think you can take it?” He asked and arched a thick brow while he pulled them away from his knot. They nodded and were about to stand to straddle their alpha, but Miguel stopped them and held them still by their hair.

“That's not what I meant”, His mouth pulled into a devious grin as he yanked the human up by their hair and pushed their head down onto his cock.

Their scream was muffled by the sudden intrusion and they did their best to inhale enough air to breathe when Miguel's cock filled their mouth and snaked down their throat.

They grunted when their lips crashed into Miguel's knot, and the alpha wrenched the human's head to force them to look up at him, and they shuddered when they saw Miguel's dark eyes staring back at them. The alpha made a show of putting his cigarette out on his long tongue then flicked the butt against the human's forehead.

“Let's see what that pretty little mouth can really do”, He growled and gripped the human's head with both hands and bucked his hips. Causing the corners of their mouth to split when his massive knot pushed past their lips.

The human scrabbled desperately and clawed at the alpha's thighs in a pathetic effort to fight him off, but it was no use thanks to his size. Miguel continued to pound into their mouth, reveling in the disgusting squelching sound that filled the room, and the sight of blood pouring from their torn lips.

“Look at you taking me so well”, He groaned and continued his brutal pace. His heavy balls slapped against the human's chin with each powerful thrust until they began to tighten as he got close to his release.

With a deep growl, Miguel clasped his hands behind the human's head and pulled them tightly against him. Burying their face into his thick pubic hair as he came hard with a roar that rattled the windows.

They sputtered and tried to push away when they felt his copious amount of cum flood into their mouth and down their throat. Their eyes squeezed shut and stung with tears when Miguel's seed rushed through their nose and matted into the alpha's coarse hair as he bucked his hips a few more times to ride out his release.

When he was done, Miguel released his vice-like grip on the human's head, and slumped back into his chair. He mashed his large hand into their face and pushed them off of his messy cock, and gave a tired laugh when he saw them cough and spit up blood along with a few teeth onto the floor.

“They always break...” He muttered to himself and got up from his chair to lower his large body on top of them to pin them to the ground. And the last thing the human saw was his alpha's gaping maw and monstrous fangs before everything went dark.

[cedarbranch]

nine people i'd like to get to know better

tagged by @sunriseverse! thank you for tagging me bc if anybody else had tagged me first i probably would have ended up tagging you :D

three ships: hannigram, gerrymichael/doorkeay, newmann

first ship: really depends on how you define it but in terms of the first ship i ever consumed fan content for... oh god im trying to remember. it was something from black butler. probably grell/sebastian?? i truly don't recall but like it was nothing GOOD

last song i listened to: haven't listened to anything today but the last song i played in the car last night while driving home from seeing the eclipse was pull it from my teeth by galaxy family! when i inevitably use a line from that song as a fic title... ya saw it here first

currently reading: all the light we cannot see by anthony doerr but i haven't picked it up in ages, it really hasn't hooked me yet... i'm finally reading it after hearing it hyped for yearssss and i have a whole Thing about not DNFing books but tbh i'm wondering if i could be having more fun reading smth else 😭

currently watching: hah. ahahahh. a fourth back-to-back nbc hannibal rewatch? surely i wouldn't do such a thing.... (narrator voice: they would and they are. enthusiastically. they're also watching dungeon meshi as it comes out!)

relationship status: the love of my life is being sooo nice to me while i scream and cry trying to navigate the housing market to find an apartment for us :))

current obsessions: i think my response to "currently watching" makes this question redundant. like. i'm gonna trust the audience on this one ❤️

currently craving: i have eaten four mini cupcakes this evening and yet i crave a fifth mini cupcake...

fave color: rn it's burgundy/cherry red! :)

tagging a mix of friends and assorted mutuals: @melandrops @cavalierprimary @fruitxbat @w0rms-w0rms-w0rms @shark-myths @thatneoncrisis @zipegs @awondrousway @figbian @stoplightglow that's more than 9 but i don't care. anyone who wishes can join the silly little tag game we are all frolicking and making merry together <3 if you don't know who tf i am i'm probably in your notifs as @cathedralbells!

[itsmelb]

2022 - the year I discovered BL!

(The master post no one needs but everyone gets anyway haha)

1. I fell in love with...the passion!

What you have to know about me is, that I love realness in series. Emotion vise. Like real anger, sadness and passion. I love it when you feel the chemistry. And it hit me like lightning when I saw MileApo play the Kinnporsche. If you know my blog you know that I wasn't interested in Asian TV/Music or anything related to such series. But I couldn't help myself (like many other people haha) bc of the sexiness of them boys (I mean look at them omg) and I fell deeper than I dreamed of.

2. I felt that...in my heart and soul!

It's no secret that I am obsessed with Kinnporsche. I fell in love with Mile at first sight. I love his old soul sm. And you never ever can oversee Apo with his tiny waist and bright aura. I struggled with Vegas at first. But Bibs had me from the moment I saw everything in his eyes. And him with Bui hits different. But now it's like Jeff Satur everywhere. And Barcode grew sm on me that I can't look away when they are together. And just like that all the boys grew on me like...like a family I might never see in person (sobbing) but I love them sm and cherish the moments through my phone. I don't know how you guys feel about this but it's just not explainable how much I could smile, cry and scream for them. My heart is full..

3. I feel like...I am stuck in a love circle!

And in this mood I came here. Tumblr. And the gate of BLs opened wide...haha. I got many recs. Like Cutie Pie, Lita, Unforgotten night, the eclipse, viseversa, between us,...or the slightly older ones like Tharntype, don't say no, 2gether the series... so much happend. It felt and still feels like a love circle (like the devils circle just with love haha). And the obsession grew so far that I couldn't and still can't focus on other series anymore. It's really bad. (..but so f***ing worth it!!)

4. Feeling...the music!

I love music. Show me a good sound and I am obsessed with it. And all the BLs have music! What a nice discovery! I fell for Jeff's voice like Lucifer from heaven. With no turn back. Hide isn't my most listened song of the year for no reason haha. And at all the send offs and tour and collaborations made me feel the Thai Music sm. I can't sing the lyrics well but I try haha. It was an eye opener for a new genre of feels. I especially love the rock versions of songs. The Tharntype theme song is really good also. (Give some recs pls if u know good songs though 😁)

5. ...and we all felt that!

I met @librariesperson here and we both knew that we share the same thoughts immediately. We joke that it's destiny. Kinnporsche did that. It gives us an obsession to share. Like we all are close friends. Like the cast is. And I just wish that we all stay together and be a Fandom they can be proud of. ❤️

6. I will still feel it...in the future!

I just became obsessed in the right time. The filmography and acting got better. The realness and passion on NC scenes are top tier. And it will get even better next year! The trailers of gmmtv, dmd are out and promising...and Boc hasn't even give us some trailers! The expectation is high. I am praying for a Jeffbarcode series. (With an happy ending ok!!!) And BBB will have projects. And MileApo for sure. And all the other ones. I just wanna see them happy. And Jeff will give us some good songs I know it just now...

...oh and @ all the writers of FFs. Thanks for your hard work. I/we see u. We love u. We don't know what we will do without u. Pls write more Kimchay pretty pls 🤞🏻😁🙏🏻

And that's my year with BL. My opinions. My wishes. And for the last one..

I wish you all a great new years eve! And a happy, healthy and lovely new Year 2023. Enjoy your time! See ya soon 🤞🏻💜

[flowerslut]

this is so random but look: i was re-watching eclipse and everytime jasper appeared on screen all i could think about was Cillian Murphy Energy and how he got 65x hotter than he already is (jasper not cillian) and why the fuck jasper stans never talked about this.

LMFAO wait are you saying jasper stans don't talk enough about how good he looks in eclipse???? I mean I feel like it’s just common knowledge at this point. he was pretty much a standing lamp in the first two films (y'know, alice's occasional arm candy that got a little bitey sometimes) and then in eclipse.... ugh. chefs kiss. we get it all baby.... the better wig... the actual lines of dialogue... the fucked up backstory... the fight training... and don't even get me STARTED on the fight oh my god

I saw eclipse at a midnight premiere back in 2010 and when he fucking punched THROUGH that guy I think I literally screamed. I was BESIDE myself. 17 yr old baby shan was inconsolable. nothing mattered to me more than watching this bitch tear people apart.

personally, I find it more attractive that he's just a fucked up rat man. a rehabilitated feral dog. I just *clenches fist* love any character that is fucked up. I love to stan someone who has committed atrocities. I need them to be cancellable on so many levels. I need them to have violated the geneva convention. if a character doesn't have a body count (non-sexual) or a controversial past (or present) then like? boooooring. i'm bored.

but yeah no mainly I don't think people talk about it because to us its like, A Truth Universally Acknowledged, y'know? also shoutout to david slade. he really really gave us shit like this:

and this

and this:

and honorable mention to these two screencaps that live rent free in my brain. that is all have a nice day <3

[kinshenewa]

Cadence woke up early in the morning to find herself clinging to Eclipse like some sort of touch-starved person. Which she isn't. And she wasn't even a little sad when she pulled away from his very comfortable heat. Definitely not wishing she could stay in bed like this for the next 3 hours.

She got up and stretched, getting herself a glass of water before eating her usual bowl of cereal in the morning, taking only half an hour to eat, clean her teeth, work out, and shower.

She stepped out of the bathroom in just her towel, momentarily forgetting Eclipse was in the room, so she dropped the towel as she slipped on a plain black pair of underwear, like usual.

She heard a deep purr behind her, and she looked over her shoulder to see Eclipse awake, his eyes checking out every inch of available skin as he had a shit-eating grin that just screamed he liked what he saw.

She processed that, and she quickly covered her tits with her hands. "Look away, man!" She snapped, curling in on herself slightly, "I'm not an art piece."

"You do look like a pretty good canvas," Eclipse purred, covering his eyes with his hands, "A canvas I would love to make into a masterpiece."

Cadence huffed, her mind puzzling over what the hell Eclipse meant. She's not that white, is she? Sure, she's extremely pale in some places, but she never thought she was white enough to be mistaken for paper.

She put on her usual bra, a pretty purple lacy one with very slight push-up that she got when she was 15. So now this bra is getting real old, but because of her amazing taking care of it, it still looks quite nice.

She put on her usual black t-shirt, humming to herself as she grabbed a brush and started brushing her hair, starting at the top and brushing all the way down before repeating. She didn't really care if she ripped out some small hairs, it would grow back.

She looked back at Eclipse, who still had his eyes covered with a smirk. "Okay, dressed," She said, setting down the brush.

"Oh good, 'cause my mother is going to come looking for you," Eclipse replied.

Cadence looked confused as she asked, "How could you possibly know that?"

Moments later, there was a knocking on her door, and when she opened it, there stood Andromeda, crouching so she could be seen properly.

"Hello, Cadence! Happy waking!" She cooed, "I was wondering if we could hang out a bit today? I would just love to get to know you!"

Cadence blinked, shrugging as she said, "Okay."

"Perfect!" Andromeda trilled, scooping up Cadence and cradling her before starting to walk.

"H-hey wait, I'm not wearing any shoes! Or socks!" Cadence exclaimed, tensing as Andromeda carried her.

"Not to worry dear, you are very light, I can easily carry you. Goodness, you are almost as heavy as Lunelle!" Andromeda replied, relaxedly walking through the halls of the large space station.

"Okay, where are we going?" Cadence asked curiously, relaxing as she was carried like a child.

"Oh, just to my boys' room. I didn't come here in a ship, so I can only think to bring you to my precious babies' room!" Andromeda replied, eventually getting to Sun and Moon's room.

Andromeda sat down on the couch, Cadence in her lap. This isn't awkward at all.

"So, what are your names?" Andromeda asked, smiling down at Cadence.

"My... names?" She asked, looking confused.

"Yes! Your name, given name, and any other name you go by!" Andromeda explained patiently.

"Uh, I only have one name, and that's Cadence," She replied softly, tilting her head.

Andromeda stared at her blankly, tilting her head in return as she looked confused. "One... name?" She asked slowly, "Then... what does your mother call you?"

"Cadence," Cadence responds with a nod.

Andromeda processes that for a moment before giggling and shrugging. "Well, I shouldn't be surprised. Human culture is different from us Celestial Jesters," She chirped happily, "I'm surprised you only have one name, but I suppose that is to be expected."

Andromeda stroked Cadence's head happily, humming as she stared into space. The frills around her head glowed ever so softly, eyes flashing a very pale blue for a second.

Cadence looked a little confused at the attention, but just sat there quietly, relaxed.

"Well, I need to go dear. Sun wants to show me some delicious food he hasn't shown me yet," Andromeda said, setting Cadence aside on the couch. Andromeda got up, leaving the room.

Cadence looked shocked when Andromeda left her. Hey, now she can't leave! She isn't even wearing any socks!

She looked down over the edge of the couch, frowning at the floor.

She didn't trust that floor. She has never seen Sun, Moon, or Eclipse take off their shoes. She'd seen Eclipse's shoes by the door when he had come in and slept in her bed, but she'd never seen their feet before.

While she is one to always want to know a lot about alien species, she doesn't allow herself to wonder what their feet look like.

She's fucking sick and tired of how her sisters had teased her for liking feet.

She does not! She does not. And she hates it when people accuse her of liking feet.

There is a REASON she never ever ever draws feet in any of her drawings.

She shakes her head, getting rid of that random train of thought.

She contemplates getting off the couch, but she frowns as she sees the size difference.

With Celestial Jesters being a bigger species than humans, it makes sense for their furniture to be bigger as well. And the couch went up to her waist.

She sighed, shaking her head as she decided she would wait until someone could rescue her.

Even if she were to, theoretically, trust that floor, she wouldn't trust the floor of the wider ship.

She sat back on the couch, pulled out her phone, and started to draw another one of her many art projects on IbisPaint.

She hummed softly, slowly tracing the lines of a picture of something she drew earlier, a sort of practice drawing to try and better draw perspective on her bed.

After a couple minutes, her ears perked, and she looked up to see Lunelle's face peeking over the couch.

She smiled, waving at Lunelle.

Lunelle perked up, waving back excitedly before hopping up and climbing onto the couch, which was almost as tall as he was. Lunelle crawled over, a book in hand as he went and sat on her lap.

Cadence looked surprised, looking down at Lunelle with wide eyes as he sat back and opened his picture book, which seemed to be having a silly adventure with a young Celestial Jester with axolotl frizzles exploring some very bright orange environment.

She didn't understand the scripture, though. She can't read what it says.

She was surprised that Lunelle just plopped himself on her lap and resumed reading his picture book. She thought he would take a while to warm up to her, but here we are.

She exhaled softly, relaxing her arms as she resumed drawing.

Lunelle read silently, eyes slowly going over the symbols that seemed to be his language as he read the hard-backed picture book.

It was peaceful and silent as the two relaxed there.

It took almost an hour before any of the others came back to help Cadence get back to her room.