#I'M STILL NOT SURE IF I'M SOLD ON THIS ONE

[radioiaci]

He was keenly aware that it was a lot. Which was why he had picked it in the first place. But if Michael wanted the full truth, there were any number of dishes he could have provided before this one which was still relatively safe by normal standards. He could have done something much richer; much spicier, too. That he had any restraint whatsoever was a testament to how much favor Michael actually had with him.

Shown rather than said.

But with the food being tasted - even if the other seemed to be overwhelmed by it - Alastor would oblige the request being leveled at him. While he did have a few things to get to, they were not urgent; could wait until they returned for the afternoon and the chicken had enough food to keep it sated until they were able to get a steady supply of it. Or figure out if it preferred any other sort of feed other than hard-to-source flesh.

Settled across from Michael, Alastor set down a plate he'd made for himself, not at all bothered by any of the assortment of ingredients added to his own - in fact, having added just a bit more hot sauce to his own helping.

"Our responsibility? You say that as if it is our mutually owned pet. I am not sold on the notion, but I will help you find what you're looking for, if you insist."

The thought and consideration forced a small eye roll from him. But he was being tolerant.

It was difficult not to be after the night they had spent which still lingered in the back of his mind. Blessed sleep. Rest. He felt... not perfect, but more energetic than he often did. To be woken by the nightmares and soothed right back to sleep...

Alastor shook the thought from his mind before it threatened to fluster him.

"Hmm? Oh. Tea? Mm. I'm much more a coffee drinker. There should be some there. I do not take any in it. But there is plenty of tea about, courtesy of your brother." Was one of the first things he was sure Lucifer stocked once he arrived.

   Michael shifted beside the other and looked down at what he was given to eat apparently. For a creature that never ate much beside some fruits and vegetables, this was a lot. He pressed his lips together, darted nervously at Alastor and decided he worked hard enough on it–there should be an attempt on his part. 

   “Clearly given my observation, Aty has a craving for flesh. Not unusual for birds in Hell, more than likely. So Cannibal Town was my first instinct for going to find his… particular brand of food. So if you have time, and only if you want to, I’d like help getting it for him? I haven’t left the hotel since being here and I don’t really know my way around the place. Or even where to go and what to buy in a place like Cannibal Town.” 

   He picked up the plate and carried it over toward the table, setting it down in front of him. He grabbed the back of the chair and gently tugged it out, sliding himself down into it and motioning for Alastor to sit across from him. He would like if Alastor would sit down and eat with him, but he wouldn’t make him either. Apparently they had to eat quickly if the other was going to indulge him for a short period of time. 

   Maybe he was busy. Michael doesn’t want to be a burden.

   “If there’s somewhere around here we can get a book on the species of birds in Hell, that would be convenient too. Aty is our responsibility now, Alastor, we have to make sure that he’s comfortable and well taken care of.” 

   He scooped up a little bit of the food onto his fork and raised it up to his lips. He scooped a generous amount into his mouth and slowly chewed it, taking in the large arrangement of tastes and spices in all of it. For someone who never ate much of anything, but especially things without spices–this was a lot for him.

    It took effort for him to swallow it, the cajun spices practically lighting his entire mouth on fire with just that single bite alone. This would require tea to get through, a lot of tea at that too. “I’ll make something for us to drink. Do you like tea, Alastor?”

[goodolddumbbanana]

*Earth spun in and looked at Goodguy Nexus (New Favorite AU bro)*

"Hi" she said happily, patting him on the head. Meanwhile, the Eclipse from her dimension what death staring Sun and Old Moon, not letting them touch Nexus or Earth.

@tsbs-therapist (or @off-brand-dorito)

Nexus: Hello other sister from a different universe!! You look very happy. My Earth would never smile like that. (* He stops for a second*)

Do you want some cookies? I make cookies!!(*He gave her a very bright smile.*)

From afar, Sun pressed his hand on Moon's shoulder and squinted at Eclipse.

Sun: Why does that twink keeps giving me the dirty look like that?

Moon: I dunno. Maybe because you are an asshole and you keep harassing everyone you just met on daily basic?

Sun: It's not my fault you guys couldn't take a damn joke. And I would never do something that really hurt people.

Moon: You stole Monty's suit yesterday, painted it pink and sold it for Miku! All of the people you could choose!!

Sun: And you help! You sociopath manipulated prick! I'm not the one who said to Monty at their father's funeral that they can buy another dad at the store!!

Moon: I'm not good at dealing with problems under stress, you know that!!! I just want to cheer them up!!

Sun: By saying you will buy their father's corpse for research matter?! Really???! You're so freaking stupid for a genius, Moon!!

Moon: Oh great, name calling again. (*He rolls his eyes*) Sure Mr grumpy pants all the time over there knows how to be nice and kind when all the things he does, all the things he is good for is bringing people down to his level.

Sun smirks contemptuously: Still better than you, you disappointed monster:)

(*There was silence. They look like they want to slice each other's throat off. And then for a brightest moment, they laugh maniacally, with hands clasped and heads leaning against each other*)

Sun: Omg... Imagine we actually feel guilty for all the things we do and want to be a better person.

Moon: Yeah, imagine we become Nexus.

Sun: Haizz... Don't tell me... I just hope he gets over his phase soon. It starts to be uncanny.... Hah... Good person, don't make me laugh...

[2nd2ndalto]

I Love the Way You Come to Me

Written for @writers-choice prompt "kink in neck". Title is from the Blue Rodeo song Head Over Heels.

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Nico turns from where he’s been unsuccessfully matching freshly laundered socks to the sound of his cabin door opening. His boyfriend collapses onto the bed nearest the door.

“Hey Solace. What’s up?”

“I have a crick. In my neck,” Will announces in the same tone you might expect someone to disclose a terminal diagnosis.

“A what?” Nico drops a sock and swears under his breath.

“A crick. You know. A kink.” Will repeats.

Nico raises an eyebrow, grinning. “A kink. Tell me more.”

Will scowls at him.

Will looks… kind of awful, actually. His eyes are puffy and tired and Nico’s pretty sure he hasn’t even attempted to comb his hair. He’s got a hot water bottle pressed to his shoulder and some kind of fuzzy pink pillow around his neck. When he shifts himself on the bed, he does it very gingerly.

“So why aren’t you in the infirmary?” Nico asks, shoving the rest of the clean socks into his drawer unmatched and attempting to force the drawer closed. It bounces back at him.

There’s a pause and then, “It doesn’t matter,” Will says, averting his eyes.

“It doesn’t… what the fuck, Solace. What’s going on? Why are you acting weird?”

Nico gives the dresser drawer one last shove before giving it up as a bad job. He takes a tentative step towards his boyfriend. He’s helped Will out in the infirmary quite a bit over the past four years, ever since Gaea, but he still feels a little awkward around illnesses and injuries. It’s much easier when he has Will bossing him around, although he’s certainly not going to tell Will that.

“It was made very clear to me that I wasn’t welcome in the infirmary,” Will says stiffly.

“What? Why?”

Will mutters something under his breath.

“Sorry, didn’t catch that.”

Will throws a hand dramatically (yet gingerly) over his eyes and repeats, only a little louder, “Kayla said I was being a big baby.”

When Nico doesn’t respond right away, Will pulls his hand back a fraction to see his boyfriend fighting a smile.

“What?” Will asks flatly.

“Well, were you?”

“That’s not the point.”

“It kind of is, though.” Nico’s pretty sure now that Will isn’t grievously injured, but even so, he sits down extra carefully on the bed next to him.

“What can I do for you?” Nico asks, trying not to sound condescending. He thinks he manages. Mostly.

“Nothing. It’s fine. You can just leave me to my misery like everyone else,” Will pouts.

“Come on, what do you need? Morphine? Chicken soup? I can help you write your last will and testament.”

Will huffs.

“Want me to summon a zombie chiropractor?”

“What, really?” Will blinks.

Nico considers. “I mean, I don’t know any personally. But we could ask Jules-Albert.”

Will wrinkles his nose. “Let’s call that Plan B.”

“I can melt all the flesh off your bones if you want,” Nico offers. “But that’s not super… reversible. I wouldn’t really recommend it.”

Will’s mouth twitches into an almost-smile, and Nico shifts to lie down next to him, reaching for his hand. “Wanna tell me what’s really going on?” he asks, more gently.

Will sighs, looking defeated. “Archery practice ran late last night and I ended up missing dinner and then I was late for my shift at the infirmary. Then I ripped the pocket of my favourite hoodie on the fucking infirmary door and ended up eating six granola bars for dinner because Austin had eaten all the sandwiches we keep in the fridge in there. I got to bed after midnight but then I couldn’t sleep because I was pissed off about the fucking hoodie and the granola bars. This morning I woke up with this damn kin - crick. Crick in my neck. And it hurts,” he finishes pathetically.

There’s a long pause, in which Will’s gaze rests on their joined hands, his face set in a frown.

“The green hoodie?” Nico asks.

“Yeah,” Will says dejectedly.

“I like that one.”

“I know. You keep stealing it.”

Nico smiles. “Yeah.”

“My neck does hurt, but… mostly I’m just feeling crummy and grouchy,” Will says reluctantly after a moment.

“So you don’t need morphine?”

Will snorts.

“You’re having a rotten day and you want some sympathy?”

“Maybe.”

Nico shifts closer, pressing his lips to Will’s. Will sighs, squeezing his fingers. Nico takes that as a sign to kiss him a bit more. Although honestly Nico will happily take just about anything as a sign to kiss Will a bit more.

There’s quiet for a long moment, and Nico sinks pleasantly into the familiar pressure of Will’s lips warm against his, their mingled breath, Will’s eyelashes brushing his cheeks. Will tastes like cinnamon gum and coffee. Nico pulls away and Will’s eyes slowly blink open.

“Hi.”

“Hi.”

“You know I’m always happy to comfort you if you rip your hoodie, or even if you like… get a paper cut,” Nico tells Will.

Will looks sheepish, but pleased.

“You're always allowed to ask for comfort, okay? You don’t even need a reason. All you have to do is tell me. We all need extra attention sometimes.”

Will smiles softly. “Listen to you. When did you get so smart?”

Nico shrugs. “Maybe I’ve been listening to some smart guy.”

“Hmm.”

“Yeah.” Nico brushes the hair off Will’s forehead. It’s extra messy. He kind of likes it.

“Want me to cuddle you?”

“Can you?”

“Of course. Idiot,” Nico adds affectionately. “I just gotta go train some anklebiters for an hour. After that I’m all yours. Can you wait?”

Will nods, looking happier.

Nico kisses him once more and stands, looking around for his sword.

“Hey, aren’t you supposed to be alternating heat and ice?” Nico asks, remembering what he’s heard Will tell campers in the infirmary. “You want me to grab an ice pack on my way back?”

“Yeah, that would be nice, actually.”

“Or I could just use my cold, dead heart,” Nico deadpans.

“I thought you gave that up.”

Nico smiles fondly at the other boy. "Yeah. I guess I did."

[buriedwithit]

"i'm sure i can rustle one up. i'll be holding you to that, i hope you know." and he will, even past the disappointment that it isn't something sexual. overtly, anyway... he's a pervert first and person second, but the second does still exist. there's natural curiosity within himself, still. all it needs is a little platypus-shaped kindling! in the meantime, there's always the physical to get him interested. he can't imagine a place in the world where petey doesn't find someone falling at their feet. ah, if only... he can be a tad idealistic. taking another gulp of his drink, ezra's brow arches. "were they, what? horrible, awful, no good, terrible shits? yeah, most of 'em. would sell their own mothers if it meant getting on the train below." and then there's the follow up. and you? of course, it's a silly question. he's already sold out the lot of his family and would again for less! his mum, bless her soul, had hated him... even as much as she had tried not to, caring for him as she did. his father was just shy of his own level of crazy as a human. and his siblings? screw them. they had better prospects away from the old man. envy is the name of the game. he leaves that unsaid question... unanswered. "that it is—part of your beauty, i mean. not part of whatever nonsense has convinced you it's not." he even means it, strangely enough. it's not often that ezra insists upon someone else's confidence—no, more likely for him to take advantage of it—but it just doesn't sit right seeing someone so... lost. "'course, you'll have to suffer through me asking all my terrible questions." he smiles, genuinely. "by milk, you don't mean—?" he grins, hopefully getting the message across. he's not shy to say it of course, but he's testing the waters of his company. petey seems the flighty sort. "me, myself? you'd be surprised. at one point i was as...abandoned... as you are. i had to build myself back up from all that. part of the reason i'm here, now." with a lot of omission between the beginning and end. his indulgence in his gifts were not won by confidence alone, but by the willingness to disregard all else—convenient when, genetically, he tends toward chaos and destruction. not so good for anyone in the way...

"If you know where to get any UV lights down here, I'm your guy!" While Ezra's mind existed firmly under the gutter, Petey's mind existed firmly above it. Keep in mind now, this was the first time anyone had ever expressed positive interest in him beyond simple friendship -- platypeople weren't typically sought after -- so he, most certainly, did not pick up on the undertone. Ezra would've had to whack him with a flashing neon sign that said 'horny!' While Petey's life may have been... uninteresting in the realm of where they had and had not been, Petey didn't really know anyone who had come from somewhere outside of Sol City. All they really knew was a life right on the border of wastelands, of a life run by the Democratic Council, of a life with the same lot of people. They had never pitied themself for that, but how interesting it was to hear of what lay outside. And how lucky they felt upon picking up on the undertones that lay beneath Ezra's story. "Were people...?" Petey didn't really know what to say, nor what that 'question' even meant! Were people eviscerated? Were people raising hell, left and right? Were people doing the hokey pokey too often? Nonetheless, the quick effects of the alcohol were swimming in their mind, increasing their confidence... for better or for worse. Although they were still not quite drunk enough, still not quite confident enough, to respond to Ezra's compliment in any meaningful way. Twirl their hair? They wished they could! Blush? They'd do that if a blush appeared on their platyduck bill! "Well... thank you!" Again, they were quite awful at this whole 'flirtation' thing! "I -- yeah, y'know, it's the bill and the tail and the milk," among other things that they either forgot to mention or decided not to -- Ezra didn't need an exhaustive list when he could see most of it ( though Petey may have benefited from explaining that whole 'milk' thing ). "But you -- you, your... talents don't seem, ah, squandered?" Maybe it was that he was so confident, maybe it was that his visible traits didn't take away from how conventionally attractive he was... probably both!

[ihamtmus]

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[dutybcrne]

Kaeya: Diluc gets rid of things he doesn’t need anymore…with how much he resents me, I must be no different-

Diluc:

Never banned Kaeya from the tavern, even with their History and how much Kaeya pesters him there nor makes any moves to

Kept every single letter Kaeya wrote to him while in Snezhnaya, which was also the vast majority correspondence penned by one person he kept in the Winery's stash (every Letter in Beautiful Handwriting/Hidden Strife Event)

Kept the fucken vase Kaeya used on a whim to give his Vision back in, even if it did NOT match the decor of the Winery (Genshin Manga/Venti SQ/Kaeya Hangout)

Was extremely patient with Kaeya accusing him of casting aside Crepus' legacy in response to him telling Kaeya to drink responsibly (Venti SQ)

In that same dialogue, was more in disbelief/offended that Kaeya seemed to believe he would ever think of callously throwing him out than by Kae's comment abt Crepus of all things (Venti SQ)

Stayed with Kaeya on the island the entire time, no matter how much they bickered, even though he could have gone after one of the others or even taken off on his own like they did instead (Midsummer Island Adventure)

Was genuinely surprised/touched when Kae revealed he thought fondly of their childhood days gathering seashells (Echoing Tales)

Let himself get arrested for Kaeya’s harebrained scheme to save a little girl Luc didn't even know about previously, and RIGHT after Kaeya outright accused HIM of being the murderer too (Genshin Manga)

Gave Kaeya a free drink without being asked when he came to visit him to deliver the aforementioned vase after the scheme was complete (Genshin Manga)

Never refuted Kaeya's claim that Dawn Winery was his home too, nor Kae's claims that people had every right to visit 'home' during festival seasons (Weinlesefest)

Let Kaeya score free booze for the Knights to distribute for the Weinlesefest to help better their image, that Lisa specifically sent Kaeya to ask of Diluc bc she KNEW Diluc wouldn’t say no to him (Weinlesefest)

Expressed he would have Elzer speak with Hertha bc Kaeya mentioned the Knights' financial situation as an afterthought, despite how much Diluc dislikes the Knights (Weinlesefest)

Got moody bc Kaeya didn’t want to stay for dinner and IMMEDIATELY jumped at the chance to make Kaeya stay when Addie intervened to insist (Weinlesefest)

Lets and NEVER stops the servants from referring to Kaeya as ‘master’ too (They do so freely in front of him in Weinlesefest & Kaeya Hangout in particular)

Was perfectly okay with Kaeya staying at the Winery when he left, even after their dispute (Letter with Clear Handwriting/Hidden Strife)

Always remembers every single one of Kaeya’s silly excuses to try and get free wine out of him, and teases him for forgetting which he’s already used & precisely how long ago he did (Kaeya Hangout)

Is said, by Elzer, to in fact be completely fine with Kaeya stealing drinks from the Winery, even if he outwardly complains abt it (Kaeya Hangout)

Solemnly asks about Kaeya when he thinks Kaeya already left, and unpromptedly talks him up to Traveler in regards to Kae's own ability to the Winery (Kaeya Hangout)

[cellabella-illuminates]

May 11th - Month of Mary

This icon was created from an older drawing I did in ballpoint pen based on Our Lady of Sorrows.

[momentomori24]

To any pet owners or really anyone who might be unaware about this thing, I highly recommend watching Charlie's video covering this actual death device sketchy ass ""automatic litter box"", which completely faulty and downright dangerous design has been killing the intended users in horrific ways (aka the cats). His video was made to spread awareness about and boost One Man Five Cats' video on the subject, so go watch that one too. Needless to say but I will say it anyway: if animal death is something that (understandably) triggers you, please watch at your own discretion.

I don't own a pet, let alone a cat, but if this situation has shown me anything it's that you should just stick to the regular litter box. I'm no expert on litter boxes by any means, but risking the life of your cat is not worth making your life more a little automated when it doesn't need to be. While it would be nice to live in a world where these products could be trusted not to kill someone and the companies behind them take regulations and safety as a priority, it is what it is. Culturally, it is what it is.

[front-facing-pokemon]

[anghraine]

I was thinking about f!Gale again and what I would/would not alter, if (theoretically) I were to write more fic than the snippets currently jumping into my brain. But a lot of the appeal lies in the character simply being a woman, though I think some things would register differently even if they went unchanged.

But it's like ... changing nothing, f!Gale would be a superficially normal, greying, middle-aged human woman in this buckwild setting who turns out to be a brilliant academic and powerful wizard who firmly presents herself to the world as an attractive and appealing woman (and is). I would love that for her!

—FWIW I do already like that Gale is visibly aging, to the annoyance of some extremely petty fans, but I would like it about 100x more for a woman.

And on top of that, she would be a woman whose pleasantness comes across as smooth eloquence even though she can be deeply awkward, and whose character combines personal kindness, good will, and a truly staggering level of hubris.

Also, she's so compelling and prodigious that she dated(after a fashion) the literal goddess of magic whom she clearly venerates, only for it to go horribly wrong, and in my game, she then proceeded to have an affair with a priestess of the same goddess.

I mean, apart from the cool middle-aged lady wizard thing, the level of sheer queer audacity there would just be incredible. I like canon Gale a lot, but changing nothing, f!Gale seems like such an icon.

[nexus-nebulae]

it's kinda funny how similar to my grandpa i am considering my birthday was three days after his

[kissentz]

wriothesley banner is such a fucking scam i can't... it was 60s PULL AND I SAW GOLD. you think it was wriothesley?

IT WAS QIQI. QIQI. QIQI!!!!!!!!!!

like, i have no problem with qiqi at all. BUT I WANTED FUCKING WRIOTHESLEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[claitea]

i'm losing it over here. somehow i lost the halloween sora charm that arrived literally like a week ago already!!! and i have Zero clue how it could have possibly fallen off bc of how it clips to the lanyard!! this is the fourth thing i've lost off my bag i'm distraught

[inkedmyths]

(drags my Pokemon Trails AU out of the back) So anyways Alisa's first Pokemon is a Magnemite her father gave her and it eventually becomes a fully evolved Magnezone that kicks ass

[cheekblush]

not having any friends is truly heartbreaking

[myauthoughts]

Gotham daemon au

If Selina (from the show Gotham specifically) had a daemon, it would obviously be a cat. I'm picturing a black cat specifically, short-haired, a bit on the scrawny side. She would be already settled by the beginning of season one, but only recently settled- maybe by 2 or 3 months.

If Bruce had a daemon, the obvious one would be a bat, but I'm not 100% convinced. He would not have settled before season 1, and I actually don't think he would settle until midway through season 3. Probably shortly after the carnival thing. His daemon might be some kind of bat, or she might not be- I am open to suggestions. I'm almost kind of vibing with a lion? And no one would ever suspect Batman of having a daemon that's so, well, un-bat-like, which would be great for secret identity purposes if he ends up going in that direction.

I don't think it's possible for a daemon to have a plant form instead of animal, no matter how much I feel like stretching the rules, so instead Ivy's would have to be some sort of pollinator. I considered a couple different species of sweat bees (they can come in all sorts of gorgeous colors, including green!) but ended up deciding on Polistes bischoffi, a species of paper wasp.

I will do more daemons (and add names for these ones) later!