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[sempsimps]

Gregory Violet x reader

okay so after episode 5 i made this draft and I've only just finished it now leave me be anyway i have no idea why i thought that making reader a bluwer sibling but the narrative fits to good? i don't know. I've written so much that i cease to see who asked anymore, but oh well

sweet fluffy kisses turned

admirers to lovers?

fast burn boi (its a one shot what do you want?)

slight mention of you being an unwanted sibling because you haven't done anything yet. lol imagine

Context

It's the cricket opening ceremony, you are the twin of Lawrence Bluewer, along with your 7 sisters who needed to go to the cricket matches to see Lawrence play it, was his last year after all. but you didn't really like parties that much, too many people, but someone caught your eye the first year you came here. unknowingly, Gregory had found his gaze drifting over to the sister Bluewer never mentioned. It's always the 3 older and 4 younger, never the twin, always a stain on the family. but Gregory always noticed the empty space on his sketch "something's missing," never pointing it out. although curiosity almost getting the better of him, and you seen that over the years he became a prefect and he was just so pretty from afar. Just the right type of quiet but skilled and fitting into the role of prefect, and he wasn't even there?

Standing next to the blue athlete door, resisting the urge to yawn. Listening to the lower headmaster of the school although it was unusual for him to do the speaking it was still the same boring lines and then the thudding came 'green house I suspect oh look at that I'm right' they received the most applause and respect becuse they always won 'mh with that knowledge it will be red next' the second i thought it the rose petals fell all around and some of my sisters audibly swooned at it 'ugh gross, their practically throwing themselves at Redmond' I rolled my eyes at this, but I seen the lights dim, and focused on the purple door the candles let off a purple flame it was beautiful but short lived the doors opened and... 'Nothing?' No one came out. A scream from further in the room rang out. 'ah somewhere in the crowd then at least that was new' a soft smile on my features as I scanned the crowd, to look for him, only catching a glimpse of a golden tassel, before my shoulders are grabbed and I'm forced to look at my brothers team, walking though the reception for blue was always so awkward barely a few people even clapped. 'wow what a crowed anyway' i looked around for the purple, noticing the cloaks were all the same so i kept scanning each one looking for the slight difference amongst them, i looked to my chaotic relatives the older two playing match maker with Adela (only cannon name i can find) the taller little girl with glasses and an equally awkward blue house boy rolling my eyes away i started to walk towards the purple house eating area attempting to walk away i was stopped by a hand on my shoulder i freeze completely slowly turning my head to see it was Redmond 'oh my god no no no please don't' forcing a smile

"hello?"

"Good evening, my lady. Would you care for a dance tonight? i know it's only the announcement, but -"

"No! i mean uhh no thank you"

i blurted out, giving a small cough and turning to let the hand fall from my shoulder. 'oh my fucking god no, no, no, not now, not ever' thankfully a younger sister called out to the prefect to ask for a dance. sighing and looking up, seeing another flash of gold and purple with white hair moving at the purple door as i try to move away again, but my older sister stood in my way.

"Why would you ever turn down Redmond? he has plenty of status for you to be of -"

"No, I'm good"

she looked shocked, and another broke in. i felt anxious now, feeling some eyes on me.

"You have to like someone here. There's plenty of handsome boys around"

I'm sweating bullets now, awkwardly shimming to the side, trying to escape. standing on my tip toes, getting a flash of his deep purple eyes, and looking at me between the crowd before turning away. my eyes widen and i try to walk over yet again, not even getting a foot forward before i felt another person invading my space, this time i glared daggers at the poor soul who was also know as Lawrence, his face was a thin line and half serious eyes.

"Could everyone just leave her alone"

"awww Lawrie"

they faded out as i was overwhelmed already, this place sucked and i only wanted to build up the courage to talk to-

"It's violet, right?"

"...huh?!"

i was more shocked in horror now looking at my brother, the calm tone setting in, and my face flushed he just sighed, fixing his glasses with one finger looking away before speaking.

"i hoped it wasn't but, alright come on"

"Huh? w-wait, how did you?"

my words fell flat he started to walk back through the door the athletes used, and i quickly glanced around before following him through. i was confused. No way, it had been obvious, right? All the girls would have picked up on something they're like sniffer dogs with this stuff. once i caught up with Lawrence, i looked at the spacious corridor that was perfect to make the entrances that they always did. I'm surprised curiosity never came through me to explore behind here. All the way the walls looked was beautiful, like most of this gothic school. once i was done admiring the architecture, i saw my brother moving along. we had passed the red door, then we reached the purple one. 'Wait. is he seriously taking me to Violet? oh god, he is, isn't he? i thought he didn't care about me, and why now is it because it's his last year?' My mind was spinning, and my face felt warm. Lawrence simply moved towards a door it looked like a store room, and he knocked before speaking.

"Hello Violet, I've brought company"

nothing was heard from the other side, but the blue haired boy opened the door. i tried looking in it was basically pitch black except for a small purple flame, which illuminated the space, not to mention the little light coming in from the hall me and my brother blocking the majority of it.

"Oh, it's you, thanks you Bluewer"

i was confused, but i didn't have much time to think, as i was lightly pushed forward, and my brother made a slight go-ahead gesture. i made a "really" face to him, to which he nodded, pursing my lips but proceeded into the void.

"I'll get you after the celebration dies down"

"wait Lawrence what's going on?"

he just smiled, giving a small good luck and left, closing the door so that the only purple flame from the prop lit up the room. my gaze was dawn to it, and maybe to avoid the intense stare i was getting, my eyes looked over the intricate design of the wand? it was amazingly crafted and the wolf skull was awesome every year purple house was the most interesting to see but its not like they won the game but i still found myself cheering for them i first seen violet in the stands and he talked to Lawrence they were the drudges at the time speaking of that boy i looked to the side of me he looked awkwardly sat his knees up to his chest arms crossed in the crook of it his eyes boring into mine and at this i immediately looked away the dark lighting did nothing to hide how pretty he looked those eyes which were illuminating and that lipstick made him seem so kissable 'oh god I'm in the same room as him alone. wait, alone, this is just like that game. Sis mentioned it. Ugh, what was it called again?' lost in thought i failed to notice that Gregory had moved, and his hand had come in contact with my cheek, his palm was soft, like he hadn't done much physical work, but the calloses on his fingertips proved his did a lot of art. 'Wait, he's...' My face exploded with heat, as my brain and his eyes came into contact with mine. The purple was intense and extremely captivating.

"uuhh h-hi so, is this where you disappear to after the entrances... It's quite nice not many people go here either, so it's a lot quieter. So, how come Lawrence knows where this is? Did you tell him, or do all the prefects do this? Sorry, i realise I'm talking too much. I'll just shut up now okay great"

i covered my mouth with both my hands backing up slightly, his hand falling from my face.

"How come Bluwer never mentions you?"

"Oh well, I'm uhhh kind of not that welcomed by everyone since i haven't shown much potential or ..... benifit"

i was embarrassed by this. i didn't really want to talk about it, obviously, but what he said next was unexpected.

"You're beautiful, peculiar. like salamander eyes"

i looked at him, blushing and confused. 'Is that going to be a compliment, too?' Either way, i had no other thoughts other than to kiss him

"Can i uhh...."

my words fell flat, and i just leaned forward. my lips kissing his i felt lightheaded, butterflies in my stomach. i felt some of his lipstick smear onto my lips. i pulled away the softness of them still lingered on mine. he faintly tasted like a mix of the fruit juice they had set out, defiantly apple and a hint of orange, maybe cranberry as well. Gregory had a light red blush dancing across his face.

"I'm sorry i didn't ask if i c-could uhh do that"

"It's alright, i didn't ask you to stop"

Gregory looked away it was now my turn to place my palm on his cheek, and i pulled him towards me, and his body wilfully followed.'Oh god, is this really happening?' we awkwardly kept our hands on each others faces, our teeth accidently clashed, and he pulled away. a bigger and deeper blush spreading from his cheeks down his neck, which was only barely visible in this outfit and the dimly lit room he broke my silent adoration, my mouth unknowingly was open.

"You're... uhh, you're really pretty"

"i uh t-thank you. i think you're pretty too"

we both blushed, and i looked away. but his gentle touch slowly turned my head back, letting us have another kiss. This one was slower more organized than the others. It let us fully enjoy the moment of peace and half confession. his tongue lightly passed through my lips, and i returned the gesture, he let out a small noise of surprise, this didn't feel real. I was so lost in the moment that we both failed to notice the door opened. and a clearing of a throat made both me and the lover boy break apart and look towards the sound. There stood my brother and Redmond, who giggled a little. I'm guessing Greenhill was somewhere off to the side

"Come on, sister, the others are leaving now"

Lawrence was obviously annoyed but held a smile. while Redmond thought to tease the poor emo boy some more.

"My , i wouldn't have guessed this from a Bluwer sibling. How romantic. How are you feeling Violet? rather flushed, it would seem"

"Be quite Redmond"

Gregory was blushing his mouth noticeable, had some sliver on them, and he wiped his chin.'When did that happen?' but we both equally looked a mess. i could feel the remnants of his lips on mine, not to mention the likely stained black lipstick. soon i stood up, and everyone moved out of the doorway. Violet followed after me, and i felt him link pinkies with me 'god that's adorable'.

"Lawrence, could i -"

"Yes, here"

it was a bit of paper that had our address specifically for letters. I passed it to Gregory, which he placed into an inside pocket. afterwards, we said our goodbyes and Lawrence led me to the other girls. When i left, i heard Redmond tease by saying violet should have had a parting kiss with such a beautiful maiden.

okay so this took me sooo long to write like i started it after episode 5 and here i am weeks later but i feel like did really good on this so whatever i will make a smut scene that i was going to add but i thought to keep it separate but on ao3 it will be one fic

[drowyyyy]

✧˖°. ࣪𖤐 𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐮𝐧

✉ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴅᴇᴄɪᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴜʟꜰɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴀ Qᴜɪᴄᴋ ᴘɪᴄɴɪᴄ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜᴍᴀɴ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ✧˖. ࣪

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫(𝐬): 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫 × 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫!

The soft breeze, the dazzling sun and greenery scene that vividly paints your surroundings was a sight to behold. You didn't expect your beloved to agree to take you on a picnic, something you've often handedly mentioned upon remembering your days in the living.

Simple, but for a soul tainted by sins, simple things bring upon the goodness in life, and it was something you wished to share with the person who holds your heart dearly.

“It's so beautiful.” you whispered in fascination, gazing at the sun for a long time till you got used to it. “It's been sooo long since the last time I've seen the sky.”

Lucifer smiled and smoothly placed a sunglasses over your eyes, afraid to see your sight hurt while gazing at something so bright like the sun's glow. His fingers brushed against your cheeks, more gentle than the breeze as it arranged your hair and moved it out of your hair.

“I'm glad you like it.”

He really is glad.

He knew more than anyone how unnerving it is to always gaze upon the scenery in Hell. Blood and dirt everyone, with many resorting to immoral ways. It was...a painful sight, especially for Lucifer, and to take your eyes away from it, even just for one day, made him feel a touch of warmth in his chest.

Lucifer chuckled, “And guess what?”

“What?”

He pulled a basket and smirked, “I 'bought us pancakes.”

“Really?” You sat up, pushing up the sunglasses up your head before gingerly opening the basket he placed on the blanket placed on top of the dewy grass.

Opening the basket, the sweet smell of pancakes, one perfect for breakfast, greeted you like the shine of gold upon opening a treasure chest, and your smile widened upon seeing the perfectly cooked pancakes. But that's not the only reason behind your smile, no. It was the realization of who took the effort to cook it.

“Looking happy, huh?”

You let out a soft amused huffed, not answering as you took out what you could be considered as breakfast for you both before taking out the utensils and cutting a piece. Lucifer watched your movements, eyes attentive to your every action like a moth to flames, before blinking in surprise when you suddenly moved the piece of pancake you cut close to his mouth, saying a cute “Say Ah~”

Giggling at your childish yet sweet gesture, Lucifer didn't hesitate to go along with your whims, opening his mouth whilst echoing a similar “Ah~” as he ate his own craft, savoring the sweet and delightful taste of pancakes that seemed to have become more sweeter due to your gestures.

Upon seeing his reaction, you smiled and also took a bite, eyes lifting up on amazement because the taste was far more than delicious, “Wow, it tastes amazing.”

Lucifer hummed and took the plate, wanting to experience feeding you the same way you just did for him. This kind of simple things was enough to make this date perfect ── you and him, with a plate of pancakes atop a blanket under the soft light of the rising sun, was enough to make his day complete.

✧˖°. ࣪𖤐 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫

✉ Hope you enjoyed ᥫ᭡.

[shadebloopnik]

"Even when stripped of all light, you're still the brightest of all I've ever laid eyes upon."

A shining Star, whether in Heaven or Hell

Lil design and sht rant that y'all can rlly skip cuz it aint much

Finaaaaally got to sharing this. Inserted my own lil pre-fall Lucifer design there. Was initially a bit frustrated with how the halos should look bc i don't usually do a lot of designing for those, but I'm pretty pleased with how they turned out. I went with a huge princely crown vibe for Lucifer, inspired by his lil ball of flame in his demon form to represent his, like, Morningstar-ness. And yes, I hc his eyes being gold when he was in heaven; gives royal vibes. Also one of the reasons Alastor in this AU loves his demon form, as Luci's eyes shine in the same gold as it did back then, along with being surrounded by blood red sclera(huge upgrade in his opinion and infinitely hotter-)

For Alastor, I went with an earthy tone. My design for him in this AU went through a lot lol, tho they were subtle. Im sticking with this tho i think, the color scheme for me is just the right amount of simple and unassuming, as well as still standing out amongst other angels. Idk might change it who knows. I was originally going for antlers for his halo, but my finger slipped and it turned into that and I have no regrets-

He's the Earth to Lucifer's Morningstar

Also, the little flowers in his halo react to his mood! Halos are tangible in the Hellaverse, but I imagine ofc it bears a deep connection to their wearer. The roses bloom when he's happy, wilt a bit when upset, thorns get more prominent when angry, petals flare when startled, etc!

Also observe as I do not draw them with wings, y'all can't force meee

Also guess who's an idiot- lmfao i didn't realize I never posted these when i finished them around a week ago lmao. And no, I have not given up on this little Angelic Alastor AU of mine. Yes, im shocked too, I usually lose all motivation for my ideas and the fact that this is living through abt a month now??? I just...wow ok im really into this.

[catmansquad]

Winged

Angel!Miguel x M!Reader (Body/wing appreciation, size difference, Miguel having a low opinion of humans)

Out of sheer curiosity, you try to summon an Angelic figure. You do not expect that one will answer...

Enochian Magic. The spells that supposedly allowed the evocation and communication with angelic beings. All you saw was a headache in the making; a mess of painted symbols and candles and half a dozen books on the translation. Not to mention the huge amount of wasted time and resources if nothing even worked. In fairness, you held out hope that it would work, just so it could. It would be simply fascinating, to speak with an Angel. You carried out the rituals to the letter, trying not to splutter over the more complex words that you had practiced several times over and still struggled. Hopefully, it wouldn’t cause it to fail. Your words fell into silence, and only silence answered in response. Did the candle flames just flutter? Was that a sign? Hope fluttered in your heart as you lifted your gaze and called out, asking for the presence of an Angel to make themselves known. Nothing. Sighing, you began to recognise the folly of your efforts and blew out the candles one by one, the melted wax could be cleaned up quickly before it set.

You had finished packing everything away, a box that could gather dust in some lonely corner of your home as a forgotten monument to yet another failure into a cult. Bundling the box in your arms, you turned with disappointment in your heart, and it fell from your arms with sheer surprise, crashing by your feet as your wide eyes took in the sight of the towering figure who now barred your path. In every respect, he was huge; from his sheer stature, and rippling physique of sheer strength. Your eyes wandered higher up his tan skin; gold bangles around his ankles and wrists, and a simple white kilt around his narrow waist. His arms were folded across his impressive chest, his broad shoulders were taut and bristling. You gulped at the sight of his handsome face, of his smoothed brown hair, and felt fear in your heart as his ferocious red eyes narrowed softly. The most startingly impressive thing about him was the pair of massive red wings folded tightly against his back. ‘…Wow…’ Your voice was a whisper. His eyes narrowed further as he leaned down from his towering height, so tall he had to stoop to not hit his head on the ceiling. ‘Do you hear and see me now?’ He demanded with a scowl, voice deep and heavy with irritation. ‘I am. Right. Here.’ His great wings ruffled and spread out, spanning so wide that they could reach from one end of your room to the other and still need further to spread out fully. You nodded frantically, eyes wide, still drinking him in; here was an Angel, a real, living, breathing Angel. He was impressive, handsome, and looked very annoyed. The combination became quite intimidating with growling tone of his words. ‘Y-yeah, I can definitely… See you. Wow…’ You didn’t even realise your shaky hand had been reaching for him until he seized your wrist sharply in his huge, warm hand, there was a threatening pressure behind his grasp that was just shy of pain. ‘Do you assume that you can just touch me, human? Such arrogance. I am not your obedient pet, here at your beck and call. I am powerful, I am majestic, I came here because I was curious, and I am offended by your callous ignorance and obliviousness.’ Your eyes widened, and swallowed the thick lump that had settled in your throat. ‘I.. I’m sorry…’ You pleaded in a soft voice, trembling with apologies. ‘I-I didn’t mean to offend you, I just really wanted to see if it worked- I just wanted to speak-‘ ‘Stop. Talking.’ You were not making the situation any better. Your mouth was going to get yourself into deeper trouble. His red eyes closed as a low sigh of irritation escaped him, his broad shoulders slumped.

Slowly, he pulled his wings back in and his grip relaxed on your wrist, letting it slip through his fingers and fall back to your side. When he opened his eyes, his gaze was still haughty, but softened somewhat as he rose back to as close to his full height as he could manage against the ceiling. Your gaze wasted no time in racing up and down his sculpted physique once again; power coursed through each inch of him for every minute movement. If there was any sort of higher power, this Angel was a masterpiece of creation. You swallowed again and lifted your gaze up higher; those powerful legs, narrow waist, rippling six pack, sinewy arms and massive hands, up to his broad shoulders and… and handsome face with those crimson eyes staring right at you. The haughty smirk curled onto his lips as your eyes widened, and you knew that you’d been caught staring and admiring. ‘Hmm…’ His eyes were bright, sparkling with pride. ‘When you have had your fill, human, I may charge for the pleasure.’ ‘F-forgive me…’ You spluttered, head bowed with eyes on the floor until a huge hand cupped under your chin and lifted your gaze back to his eyes. ‘Ah, my dear human-‘ ‘I have a name…’ You gave it to him and watched him nod in quiet understanding. ‘I am Miguel.’ He answered, widening his posture, hands on hips, wings ruffling. ‘… and I will forgive you when you earn it. Now, get on your knees and beg.’ Deciding that “Saint Michael” was a smug Angel, you shoved the box aside and knelt before him, hands trembling.

He sighed in soft delight as your hands ghosted down his calves and rubbed softly across his ankles. ‘Hmm… Perhaps I should have you rub my aching feet if you are so inclined to adore my form.’ You glanced up to meet his crimson gaze, he was still smug. ‘I… Think I’ve got enough of you to get on with already, big guy.’ Your hands ghosted further up his legs, blushing as he moved again, shifting his weight, flexing powerful muscles beneath your touch. ‘Wow, you… Really don’t skip leg day….’ He beckoned with one hand, fingers curling, to draw your gaze and grasp further up. You heard him snort a laugh as you pressed a kiss to his bulging thigh that could crush a watermelon or a man’s head with equal ease. Looking up, he peered down at you over the swell of his pecs. ‘Hmph… Do not hesitate, your appreciation of my form, there is so much left of me that requires your… lacking touch.’ ‘Lacking touch? Wow, you really are an ass.’ His gaze narrowed, one hand curled into a fist. ‘Hmph.’ His wings ruffled, a loose crimson feather tumbled to the carpet. Then he leaned down from his towering height once again, one hand bunched the front of your shirt and when he rose back, he pulled you back to your feet with effortless ease, then lifted you clean off your feet, leaving you to dangle helplessly from his grasp, near the ceiling. ‘It is very unfortunate, little one, that even at eye-level with me, you still cannot see things from my perspective.’ Your hand wandered across his grasp, tracing a bulging vein down his forearm and up his bicep. It was like the rest of him; huge and solid. He hummed in thought as you squeezed a hand against it, and the muscle remained unyielding. He could lift you with one hand and utter ease, just how strong was he really? Combined with his impressive size and physique, your mind plummeted straight into the gutter; the thought of him pinning you under him, that smugness on his eyes, the kiss of warm lips against your own, letting your hands roam his body, and him listening to your requests for him to flex for you. This Angel could ruin any human man for you.

‘Mhmm…’ The amused hum escaped him as your hands began to rub his broad shoulders. What was little strokes became firmer touches, an impromptu massage and you watched the Angel ruffle his wings again, crimson eyes closing as he rolled his head, a little groan of delight escaping him. ‘Mmm…’ He rumbled, gaze on you once more as you applied more pressure, trying to work the tension from his taught shoulders. A tremble ran through him and his tongue licked slowly across his lips. ‘This is it. Now, you are meeting my expectations… Ngh, my good little human…’ You felt his arm tremble, and he nearly dropped you as your touch ran across his neck and down his broad chest. The salacious moan that escaped him made your blush worse, you wanted to hear a few more moans like that from him. Your eyes ran down his form and gulped at the bulge that was beginning to form in his kilt. His hands were massive; their span over a foot, the rest of him was probably frighteningly proportional. Another crimson feather tumbled to the carpet and you gently rested your hands on his shoulders again. His gaze was far more relaxed, a small smile on his lips. ‘Can you-? Please, can you put me down, Miguel?’ ‘Why…?’ ‘Can I tend to your wings? A-are you moulting?’ That little twinge of irritation set across his face again, but vanished just as quickly as he slowly set you back to your feet and released his grip, leaving your shirt creased from his grip. You stepped around him gently, fingers hesitating short of touching those crimson pinions. ‘Do I have your permission, Miguel?’ ‘Yes. You can.’ He nodded slowly. You reached out with a tender touch, running slowly across the soft feathers. They were silken and warm, and you brushed against each one like, tending to the feathers that were already loose and tumbling. ‘Miguel…?’ ‘Mm…?’ ‘How do Angels tend their wings?’ Miguel sighed again at your touch and care. ‘With great attention and pride… Mm…’ One damaged pinion came away between your fingers, like all the others it was long and beautiful, a shade of scarlet that seemed to shimmer in the light and imparted a smoky warmth, like a gentle, tender flame. In the spur of the moment, you slipped it into your pocket, as a memory to cherish later.

‘Miguel, please could you… Uh, kneel down or something?’ ‘Why?’ He ruffled his wings as you took your hands away. ‘Uh… it’s because you’re huge and I can’t reach all of you. Please.’ A great, amused chuckle shook his form and the Angel turned to face you with a smirk, resting his hands on hips again. ‘Little one, you are too small…’ He spread his wings out as much as he was able and knelt down to eye level with you in a great woosh of wings, shedding more feathers. ‘I came because I was curious about your call. Amateurish, but still driven. But I struggle with humans, your kind are simply too small, I do not know how you live like this at such a stature. I had to make myself as small as I could manage to fit in this very home.’ He took your hands softly in his own, swallowing them in his grasp, eyes watchful. You took him in and met his red eyes once more. ‘… H-how big are you normally?’ He hummed in thought, eyes narrowing with a smug smile on his features. ‘I do not believe you could comprehend it…’ ‘Try me.’ He chuckled softly at your annoyed expression; his smirk only grew. ‘Very well, little one; imagine that you were the size of a single grain of rice. That is it.’ He released his grasp on you and pointed to himself with one hand. ‘Me, myself; my true stature.’ He held up his other hand, thumb and finger almost pinched. ‘You; a single grain of rice. Think on that, if you are capable. I do not have a high opinion of mankind, for I do not understand how such small, frail, and short-lived beings can achieve anything of explicit worth in their lifetime. My brother would disagree with me, but he is not here… It is just you and I, little one…’ He closed his eyes, teeth gritted briefly, as if he was on the verge of admitting something he could not bring himself to speak, then it passed his lips. ‘… Your touch is divine. Perhaps you can change my stance… Perhaps…’ His smug smirk returned as he turned his back to you once more, wings still spread and glancing over his shoulder. ‘Now, return to your task, little one.’

As soon as you massaged the points where his wing joints met his broad back did you draw the greatest reaction from him yet, his whole form shuddered, his wings twitched, and a great moan passed his lips. ‘There.’ He growled, voice rumbling with pleasure. You paused with hands hesitating over where you had touched, and Miguel looked back at you, you could see the blush on his cheeks. You had apparently found the erogenous zone of your Angel. His crimson gaze narrowed. ‘Touch me there again with such presence and I will not be responsible for my actions, little one…’ You slowly drew your hands back and watched his gaze narrow further as he rolled his shoulders. ‘I did not say to stop.’ You glanced frantically between his eyes and your own hands, before Miguel exhaled slowly, head bowed. For a being so large, he moved incredibly fast and the very next instant you found yourself shoved against his chest, scrambling to wrap your legs around his waist hands lost amidst warm feathers, ghosting over them, finding the joints, the warm muscles, and finally the point where the two met once more. He moaned again as you stroked, and he bucked up into you. Your eyes went wide, meeting his own hungry gaze. Proportional, indeed. ‘You are playing with fire, little one… I could burn you with it… Is that what you want-?’ ‘Oh, stop speaking and just kiss me, handsome.’ You saw that brief glint of annoyance in his eyes before he closed the distance between you, moaning into your mouth as your hands continued their work.

You were sprawled on his chest, surrounded by crimson feathers as his hand softly stroked through your hair. You looked up to meet his gaze; relaxed, at peace, still smug. ‘Did I improve your opinion?’ You asked with a smile, listening to his heartbeat calm, the rise and fall of his chest that carried you like a moving mattress. He hummed in thought, arms moving to embrace you against him. Miguel had been amazing. He had been utterly mind-blowing, his size, strength, and presence had taken you to the heights of pleasure and the crashing ecstasy that waited beyond, over and over again. You had taken everything he had to give you. A fine way to spend an evening. ‘My opinion of you has improved… You will have to try harder than that to drag up the rest of your species, little one.’ The smile on his lips was fond. ‘Perhaps, when you finish tending to my wings, I will give you a treat…’ You lifted your head from his chest, curious. ‘Perhaps- perhaps, I will take you in my arms, spread my wings, and show you sights that only I can witness. Great places of beauty that elude your kind…’ He licked his tongue across his lips slowly, eyebrows raised. ‘Then, we may relive our passions in such places. But you have work ahead of you, no? Mhmm… A task for later.’ His arms were secure, inescapable. You did not wish to be anywhere else right now. You would make his wings look beautiful, and maybe one day he’d show you just how big of a man he really was. Miguel considered the human in his arms, of the swelling fondness in his chest, and quietly decided that Gabriel had the right opinion on humanity after all.

[nilboxes]

Light cone art so powerfully homoerotic someone (me) furiously pumped out a 6k word fic in 2 days. They're going to kill me. 🔗 : AO3

Extensive notes/ramblings below!

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I have not recovered from the mental power I had to pool to write this lmao I couldn't do anything at work except figure these two out and why Aventurine looked so BESOTTED but the absence of the little white dots in his eyes in the light cone and in the leaked models made him look like there's such an edge to him (someone on twitter pointed out that he has no light in his eyes!) and it really fanned the flames like what the fuck is this GUY ON and why is it directed at Dr. Ratio LMAO (I mean why not Ratio is so pretty)

So then I thought, there is NO WAY Ratio is going to react surprised or scared for Aventurine he's going to be ANNOYED lmao. There are possibly 2 more chances in that cylinder before it's 100% in there and I was looking at the probabilities on Wikipedia and I was laughing at myself at how a gay ship was going to make me STUDY probability when I hated this type of stuff in university and I was like yeah Ratio will probably be like hey, you can't stop there, and pulls twice lmao

And I was thinking they would make eyes at each other homoerotically while doing so because wow sexual tension so potent you can taste it through the screen in the LC art and everything just went from there I really cannot get over how Aventurine seems so... sooooooo in love with Ratio and in my head Ratio is like this man is insane what is he on but he gets a taste of that and it's like wow it's actually a little good but Ratio is also cautious so he won't ride that wave too hard but Aventurine looks really down bad for a man who seems like he doesn't care

So initially I really wanted to wait until Aventurine came out before I start my hyperfixation train because we know so little about him other than key facts I have formed in my head-- -he's perpetual smiler (confirmed by a leak of the loading screen blurbs) and like, idk from his design it just suits him and even in his voice cameo with Topaz his VA sounds like they are smiling while they are talking ALLL the time idk at least I got this one right -mr gambling gambler who is very self-assured about his luck, mr smug man. when I wrote he'd win 99.9-0.1 he believes this and if he dies I think to him it would just mean his time's up for realsies anyway and whatever idk man is not very sane -there's some really weird leaks and I'm not sure if it's confirmed but he was invited to be a Masked Fool which made him ALLL the more interesting for me because as a Sampo Mr Scammer fan it doesn't mean if he joins the Masked Fools he wouldn't be able to amass money but this guy seems to really like the thrill being an IPC senior manager provides then which is like this guy is a lives fast dies young kinda guy -I HC from that neck tattoo he could have been an indentured servant (cough slave cough) or a prisoner of some kind, but eitherway it says he wasn't privileged in any sense of the word but the way his character design is so decked out in rings gold watches and even a bracelet it means he's climbed very far, so he is an ambitious man, lots of "material pleasures" as Dr Ratio puts it in my fic and he still wants more. That kinda guy makes for a very intense lover imo very "I get what I want" type, and I really wanted to balance that with his attraction to Dr Ratio and how he doesn't want to drive Dr Ratio away with his crazy but he's also very horny... Anyway I also totally underestimated his height difference with Dr Ratio I really should have pulled up that leak of them side by side but ahh being a short king dom top is so cute on him

As for Dr Ratio I really cannot see him top unless Aventurine power bottoms why but he's so "diligent" in all aspects but I see him being a pillow princess in bed

I also feel a little bad that I wasn't able to write more bickering between the two of them but I also feel like the normally talkative Dr Ratio keeps HIGH HIGH walls around Aventurine because it's hard to tell what this guy is thinking so he's thinking so hard trying to make sense of it all and he says little as not to give away anything that might be wrong

I feel like adding "all is fair in love and war" in Latin omina iusta sunt amore belloque was a little gratuitous but I also want to subtly sprinkle in that Aventurine is so obsessed with Ratio, so down bad for him, that he reads stuff about Dr Ratio a lot enough to come across a translation of the quote and I'm like no yeah way Ratio can deal with crazy-eyed Aventurine saying/declaring love while he's still computing the electric exchange they had so he's definitely like picking up on Aventurine's obsession/infatuation with him and he's like NOPE DON'T SAY IT and would rather kiss him to shut him up than hear it lmao

I honestly despaired at how I was going to start closing the scenes because it was like nighttime and I wanted to finish it already because they're killing me, so like, making Ratio fall asleep while Aventurine pours his heart out (I asked a friend who read it what he thought Aventurine said and they got it spot on so I figure it was conveyed properly on my end and I was really proud of this bit) seemed like a cute way to do it. The narration lied, Dr Ratio heard it but he got selective hearing and totally did NOT want to reply/acknowledge it. Poor Aventurine, but it's not as if he won't try again

I have waaay more ideas about them and I wonder if I can hold off until Aventurine releases or we get more crumbs idk but I want to write some kuudere Ratio (with a bit of tsun hehe)

Special mentions other than the lightcone art that fueled me: this art from Twitter that and this post that kinda made me think long and hard...

[seeingstarks]

the cream on the cake wants to escape

summary : being newly signed to all elite wrestling, you don't know many people and expect no one to show up to your birthday party but end up with company of the devil himself and mr. best in the world. pairing : mjf x cm punk x plus size afab!reader cw : cursing, many sexual innuendos, teasing, breast grabbing/kneading, daddy/babygirl/daddy dynamic, implied cmjf references, thigh riding, cock/clit teasing, begging, male masturbation, blowjobs, dirty talk, double penetration, creampies, butt-plugs, slight bondage, ass slapping, utter filth. a/n : my birthday is in three days and with cm punk coming back soon i just had to whip something up also i love cmjf but basically this is something small i made for myself. i hope you all enjoy it though and as always reblogs are very much appreciated!! my ask box might be open soon for drabbles as i'm slowly getting the inspo for writing again. <3 there may be a few spelling/punctuation errors. word count : 2,518 words tag list : @josiewrites , @baysexuality

some of the talent backstage had their suspicions when you became apart of bullet club gold in just a matter of months after being signed to all elite wrestling.

the rumours began to spread, hushed whispers down the halls the moment you left a room. there was no getting away from your ex - however none of them knew what actually happened.

you carefully hand-wrote each invitation to your birthday party being held later that night, allowing everyone to bring a plus one. in each envelope corner you curled a cursive letter heart with your initials on it.

not knowing many people at all elite, you felt doubt that anyone would come. if you had known more people maybe they would have thrown you a surprise party instead of doing one for yourself.

with a sigh you sat down at catering after grabbing a boxed cupcake juice robinson gave you earlier but didn't have time to sit down and eat until now.

glancing around, not many seemed to even care or notice it was your birthday. they were either too wrapped up in their own lives or didn't see you sitting all alone.

pulling out a lighter from your jacket pocket you attempted to ignite the flame a few times but had no luck. "seriously, the one time where things go to absolute shit and it's my birthday!?" you cursed out weight shifting as you felt someone's presence next to you.

anyone but him. "how is my switchblade babe doin', aye? need a light?" jay questioned with a smirk before pulling out his lighter and igniting the candle on the cupcake as if it were nothing.

you rolled your eyes before even taking a glance at jay, "didn't need your help, and don't call me that. we're not together anymore. don't even know why we're in a stable together." you crossed your arms at your ex.

"wow.. last time i help a friend out. well, i'll leave ya' be then." jay stood up and walked away while you took the wrapper off your cupcake and took a bite from the sweet treat.

a single tear fell down from the corner of your eyelid, today of all days you felt most lonely. the salty liquid ran all the way down to your lips and you didn't want anyone to see you crying. luckily bullet club gold wouldn't be needing the locker room today as you booked it and locked the door behind you.

the rest of the day seemed to go by at an agonizingly slow pace, you began to set up pastel decorations and blew up a few balloons as the clock ticked down nearing the time for guests to arrive.

walking into the washroom, you fixed up your h/c hair and brushed it off to the side while fixing your black dress which hugged your curves perfectly. not having the time to put a bra on or even caring about it, you shrugged while looking in the mirror and threw a light jean jacket on over the dress while slipping on a pair of combat boots, comfort and style.

once ready, you took a seat on the sofa and waited a good ten minutes before someone knocked on the door, "coming!!"

once seeing who was in your doorway your mouth fell agape, so many questions filling your mind but words unable to form.

"you 'gonna just stand there or welcome me in, i'll move ya' if i have too." shaking your head, you simply giggled and stepped aside.

"how- when- where?" you questioned and raised an eyebrow while looking the chicago native up and down who did indeed age like fine wine.

"okay.. see lemme' explain. me and uh- let's say a co-worker of mine paid off the others not to come in order for you to have a special night, that is... if you want."

you punched phil on the chest, who didn't flinch the slightest. the chicago native pretending to be hurt and scrunching up his face, "ouch that hurt soooo much."

"i was crying earlier and this so called co-worker of yours is nowhere to be seen!" you yelled at him and punched the man once again.

"shhh, babygirl. there he is." your eyes left his and looked up to meet with a pair of dark hues belonging to the devil himself who locked the door behind him.

"aw, are you two getting started without me?" maxwell asked.

gulping thickly you hid you your face in the crook of the chicago native's neck, your cheeks starting to heat up the moment phil wrapped his large hands around your waist and gave a slight squeeze.

"so brave before and now look at her hiding... we're gonna' have fun with you tonight, such a shy doll isn't that right?" maxwell taunted and approached the two of you, the heat of his breath running down your own neck sending chills down your spine, "but tonight is all about the birthday girl.. tomorrow me and phil have our fun.. that is if you can still walk by the time we're done."

stepping away from phil momentarily, you allowed him to still hold your hips as you looked up at him with a soft smile. "well... i've always wanted to try thigh riding.." you admitted shyly while glancing between the two men as they each shared a knowing look which could only mean trouble.

"oh? whose thigh do you wanna ride first?" phil pulled you in closer, rubbing his hands along your curves and pressing his growing hard on up against you, "look what you're doing to me already baby.."

maxwell smirked as another pair of hands went behind your figure, going under your shirt and massaging your breasts as you let out a soft moan for the devil, "fuck- not wearing a bra, is that just for daddy?" he asked and pinched your nipples causing a whine to escape your lips all at the same time when phil brushed the tip of his cock up against your clothed entrance.

"n-no it mm- happened by coincidence but i will make sure to wear em' less for both my daddies." you responded with a grin.

"did you hear that phil? she's got two daddies now- will be fun adding a chick into our little adventures, hm?" max questioned the chicago native who simply nodded as the two men continued to tease you.

throwing your head back you let out another moan, your underwear soaked at this point simply by the fact of phil teasing your clothed clit with his cock and maxwell tormenting your breasts with his hands, kneading at them as your nipples hardened under his touch, "more daddy- please-" you begged and took a sharp breath.

lifting your arms up, maxwell helped rid you of the black dress and phil briefly picked you up off your feet to slip the combat boots which were discarded haphazardly toward the floor.

you looked down and attempted to take your underwear off which caused phil to shake his head, "not yet, baby. don't think we forget about your little request."

phil took his clothing off and laid back on the sofa, luring you over with a finger wave as you straddled his thigh he pushed his knee up against your clit.

"go ahead and get off on my thigh, babygirl." your cheeks heated up once given permission as you began to ride his thigh, soft whimpers and moans already falling from your lips at the friction being created from your underwear.

"look at you.. soaked already and you haven't even had a cock inside you yet. just imagine how messy you're gonna be with both me and max inside you." the mere thought of what phil just said caused you to ride his thigh even faster, the moans becoming louder, your attention being adverted for a moment as you looked over in the corner to see maxwell jerking himself off in the chair, "don't stop doll, 'wanna watch." he spoke with a pant and you kept eye contact with maxwell while moaning out, "mmm-fuck!"

you were clearly falling apart on the chicago native, his cock hard while watching the curved beauty above him get off on just his thigh. "daddy- i'm so close-" you whined and grinded up against the man before making even more of a mess in your underwear.

"fuck- i'm close too babygirl-" maxwell spoke in broken breaths and phil gave you the okay to leave his thigh but not before he took your underwear as a sort of token to his accomplishments.

you crawled off the sofa, ass in the air which was definitely a sight to see for phil as your clit was still soaked from moments before. you dropped down to your knees infront of maxwell who had cum already dripping from the tip of his cock.

you stuck your tongue out and gave him kitten licks, looking up at maxwell with hooded eyes as his hands wrapped around in your hair and tugged gently while you took more of his length in and sucked lovingly. the man was already edging himself so it didn't take long for him to fill the entirety of your mouth with his warm seed, "i forgot to buy cake but that was some good as hell frosting." you smirked and wiped the remainder of the cum off your lips.

"always more where that came from, baby. however when the clock strikes midnight we get to have fun our way."

"what does your way entail exactly, phil?" you asked in a shy tone.

"well.. let's just say instead of crying over a stupid ex it will be because of overstimulation or.." phil looked around the room, a smirk growing on his lips, "cause we tied you up with this pastel ribbon. all depends if you're a good girl for us or not. isn't that right?"

you nodded your head, "yes sir, but i rather like that idea."

maxwell stood up from the chair and approached you, "what do you say we try it out tonight?"

you nodded your head so fast if you were a bobble head it would have popped off, eager to have more fun with the two men. "yes, pretty please."

"oh.. look how desperate she is to be tied up and filled with two cocks... think she can handle us both at the same time?" maxwell asked phil.

"let's find out and see."

phil picked you up and carried you to the sofa, placing kisses on each wrist before tying them together with pastel ribbon.

"ass up, legs spread." maxwell used a demanding tone of voice which had you dripping, he ran his fingers along your folds, "such a good girl already. prepared for the devil to corrupt you?" it wasn't a question, more of a warning as he slid into your entrance, giving you little time to adjust in attempts to grasp at the sofa.

"fuck, such a beautiful sight. look at her already clenching onto you so tight max.." phil hummed and entered himself slowly into your asshole, nearly hissing at how tight you were.

"p-phil- you're huge!" you yelled out, head barely able to think of a single thought while being stuffed full of two humongous cocks.

phil slapped you on the ass while entering the rest of his cock into you slowly as maxwell started to thrust, "that's daddy to you, got it?"

"uh-mhmm! yes daddy!" words became incoherent mumbles once the two men picked up speed, both making sure you were okay but at the same time whispering absolute filth into your ears as you clenched around their lengths as if your life depended on it.

"f-fuckk! you both feel amazing!" grunts and groans alike fell from both their lips and you could've sworn you heard them both call each other daddy, leaving you to wonder what they did in the midnight hour before adding a woman into the mix. you were never one to judge but with you there it was three times the charm.

the moans became increasingly louder as they pounded into you relentlessly, you'd all probably end up with a noise complaint sooner or later.

"go ahead and cum babygirl.. we can feel how close you are." you felt the heat of the chicago native's breath up against your ear, "yes sir." the flood gates were open as you came around maxwell's cock and he released inside of you while phil did the same. the three of you continued to ride out the high but you were the most worn out.

phil was the first to pull out as cum dripped from his tip all the way down from your asshole, "i was 'gonna save this for later but.. you should open it now." he handed you a small black box wrapped with a gold bow, the contents inside being a butt-plug.

your eyes went wide as you looked over at the chicago native, "what am i supposed to do with this?"

"think y'know.. sweetheart.. want you to sleep with it in as a reminder who owns that ass." he smirked and took the plug from your hand before inserting it inside your body.

"y-yes sir, thank you for the gift daddy." you placed a kiss to the chicago native's lips which he then returned and nipped at your lower lip, leaving you to want more.

maxwell had been keeping you warm in a way with his cock as you felt him continue to twitch inside you, a whine falling from your lips when he pulled out aswell.

"don't worry baby. there is much more where that came from." maxwell revealed a brown gift bag with the words burberry inscribed on the outside.

you sat back on the couch, still panting a bit while opening the gift from max which was a matching set of burberry lingerie in just your size, on the side was a pair of angel ears.

pouting you looked between the two men and they each furrowed their eyebrows, "what's wrong, baby?"

"just wanted something to keep this cum inside me. love being full of both my daddies icing like a cake." you grinned up at them as phil had something hid behind his back, a matching plug to the one gifted, "you're in luck."

yawning, the night activities started to take a toll on you so you got dressed in the lingerie which would surely be torn apart by morning and you kept the chicago native's gifts quite warm aswell.

once returning from the washroom, maxwell and phil were in their boxers and you cuddled up between them on the sofa before shutting your eyes as they each placed a kiss to your cheek.

"how was your birthday?" maxwell asked as you rested against his shoulder and you scratched the chicago native's beard softly, noticing him start to drift off toward slumber with your loving touch.

"best birthday ever. thank you both so much. now get some sleep, knuckleheads."

phil slapped your ass playfully in response, "goodnight, babygirl."

[scribeforchrist-blog]

Hot Season

MEMORY VERSE OF THE WEEK

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+ Proverbs 16:7 When a man's ways please the Lord, he makes even his enemies to be at peace with him.

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VERSE OF THE DAY

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+ Daniel 3:23 And these three men, Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego fell, bound, into the furnace of blazing fire

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** SAY THIS BEFORE YOU READ; HERE’S SOME CHRISTIAN TRUTHS **

I AM IN MY HOT SEASON

I LOVE GOD

I AM STRONG

I AM HOPEFUL

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READ TIME: 7 Minutes & 43 Seconds

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THOUGHTS:

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 No matter how the situation looks, how we think it will turn out, or how we think the enemy has us, he doesn’t. God has us in his hands, and he is so sovereign. He's so excellent and merciful that whatever we get ourselves into or do, he will always help us in his way, and in his time, we must trust and believe.

   Look at these three men. They were bound and tossed into the furnace, but God saw them and had other plans. Many of us don’t believe that, but he does. The situation might look hard and complex, but trust and believe that whatever God has in store for us will change our current situation. We must be patient, and these three men said this to King Nebuchadnezzar verse 18: “ But even if he does not rescue us, we want you as king to know that we will not serve your gods or worship the gold statue you set up.”

  Wow, this was bold statement ; many of us must be bold like this. With sin in our life and with the enemy, say to him hey, whatever you do to me, I don’t care; I won't serve you; I won't turn around. I will continue to serve God, and many of us won't do this. Because we know that’s not our plan, we know that once it gets too hot, we will jump out of the frying pan without consulting God because we don’t want to go through ,sometimes God wants it to get Hot a little bit , for us so we can learn to count on him, so we can learn to rely on him.

 Many people today don’t want to go through the downs of life because they feel they don’t deserve it. We all deserve punishment and judgment, but because of Jesus, we don’t have to go through those things because he changed how we will go through some things in our lives; this is not to say that when we give our life to God that nothing won't happen because it will but it's up to us to trust that God is sovereign and lord over everything. He will keep us safe and sound.

  Verse 22 Since the king’s command was so urgent and the furnace extremely hot, the raging flame skilled those men who carried up Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego.

     Sometimes, what we go through will affect other people, maybe in a good or bad way. In some cases, the men that put them in got burned very severely, but sometimes what we must suffer, and people see us suffering, will save someone's life. Sometimes it won't. That is why we must stay prayed up while going through and not do anything to sway someone away from following God.

    As we go through our fiery trail and deal with our challenging moments, remember that we aren’t doing it alone; it might feel and look that way. Still, we aren’t we must continue to stay focused on God and stay focused on the fact that he’ll never leave us or forsake us,

  Verse 24-25 Then King Nebuchadnezzar jumped up in alarm. He told his advisers, “Didn’t we throw three men, bound, into the fire?” Yes, of course, Your Majesty,” they replied to the king. 25 He exclaimed, “Look! I see four men, not tied, walking around in the fire unharmed, and the fourth looks like a son of the gods.”

  Even if it looks like we are alone, we aren’t. They didn’t know God would send his angels to help and protect them, and the king, seeing this, saved his soul. It changed his mind about God; we often think people aren’t watching and what we are going through is just for us. It isn’t what we go through sometimes for others to see and to be saved by God. That is why, while going through it, we must change how we act and handle things. Imagine if Daniel and his friends started fussing, cussing, and acting in any way. God might not have sent his angel, and the king would've never changed his mind.

 Verse 29 Therefore, I issue a decree that anyone of any people, nation, or language who says anything offensive against the God of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego will be torn limb from limb, and his house made a garbage dump. For there is no other god who is able to deliver like this.”

   See, he declared that no other god could deliver like this; God wants our life to be an example of who he is and what he can do. A lot of us do anything we want; we say anything we want because we feel that it doesn’t matter, and we can see in this story it does matter how you handle everything that’s in your life.

 James 5:12 Blessed is the man who remains steadfast under trial, for when he has stood the test, he will receive the crown of life, which God has promised to those who love him.

   The Bible tells us that those who remain steadfast during a trial are blessed. We have to stay strong because God is trying to prepare us for our next season or next mission, our following action, but if we can’t stand through the Hot season, how will we make it through a season of growth and season of isolation ,a season of drought because every season we go through is tough but it’s easier when we accept the call and hold on to God.

  *** Today, we learned it’s okay to be HOT to have a fiery trail because what we think looks bad isn’t ,what Daniel and his friends saw looked bad, but what they went through wasn’t because God protected them through it all; we have to learn to trust in Jesus and know that through everything he’s going to walk with us, God loves us so much he wants us to learn from our trails what to do, BEING HOT doesn’t mean we did anything wrong it means he wants to show us what to do during this time he wants to show us how to walk in his path and ways.

  Every time it gets a little hot, don’t get upset or say what I did wrong, lord? Say, God, I know it’s hot, but what are you trying to show me in this season of my life? And he’ll show you a lot of times we continue to go through because we don’t recognize or see what he’s trying to show us, and in this season, he’s trying to show us we are going to be okay and that through him we will have a testimony don’t let what you see to cause you to act different than what you should let what you see make you stronger and mightier through God ©Seer~ Prophetess Lee

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PRAYER

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Heavenly Father, we thank you for everything. We ask you to help us through our hot season and help us conquer everything in our lives; lord, we give you everything, and we thank you. Lord, help us not be like anyone else but to be like you; help us pray more and listen more. Lord, we are thankful for every season we are about to express lord; we thank you for the word and for your strength; in Jesus Name, Amen

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REFERENCES

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+ 1 Peter 5:10 And after you have suffered a little while, the God of all grace, who has called you to his eternal glory in Christ, will himself restore, confirm, strengthen, and establish you.

 

+ Romans 12:12 Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, and constantly pray.

 

+ Romans 5:3 Not only that, but we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance,

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FURTHER READINGS

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Proverbs 14

Leviticus 14

Psalm 93

Judges 14

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[lunastars21]

My Gang is my family, And They're the best around

(A One shot Fanfic of team Hooligan based on the aftermath of superstars, Spoilers ahead! Read under the cut at your own risk!)

Team hooligan's base of operations was inside an entire mountain ya know! Needing a special code to open a secret door, the base was cozy and made sure each of it's members were comfortable, Bark's room was cold and felt like the north pole inside (sweater recommended), beans room always smelled of gunpowder and fire, he even had an explosive testing room inside to try out new bombs he makes, so that explains that. And fangs room which seems to be the only 'normal' one of the group, but it definitely smelled like lavander..and gold, who knows how much money he hides in there.

Fang went on a solo mission a few days ago for doctor Eggman, despite bark's bad feeling the Jerboa went to go do the job anyway because of the high pay that was promised, the duo decided to sit this mission out and just relax, plus bean didn't want to miss out on playing Mario wonder today! And that's exactly what he was doing, sitting on the living room couch and playing the game, his eyes sparkling with excitement as bark walks into the room with a cup of coffee. He sits down in the couch and watches bean play, thinking of grabbing a controller later to join in eventually.

....Bark looks at his phone a bit concerned however, Fang hasn't gotten back to him since his last message which was sent last night. It said he had one last idea he could use to maybe change the tides against team sonic and their new lizard pest of an ally. But bark ask if he was certain it would work..he didn't get a reply..so he sighs as there still wasn't an update. "Oh you know he's fine!" Bean assure his best buddy, Not turning away from the game. "You know team sonic! They find some way around it but they don't kill him ya know! They too good for that, or else Eggman would've kicked the bucket already!" The duck waves a hand, bark nods agreeing..bean's right, if anything, fang would just have a couple of bruises but then get right back up on his feet In the morning. But still, the feeling in his gut just kept bothering him..what was so different about this mission from the other times they went against sonic and his friends that made it so.. different..

His thought process was cut short as the duo heard the garage door open and close, bean pausing his game and jumping up. "See! That must be him! The mission is done, an we gonna get pizza! Ya want pineapple?" He jokes as bark chuckles, playfully pushing the duck as he gets up to go open the door..but it opens already by Fang, the duo stare at his condition in disbelief...Fang was covered in ash, the tip of his tail still on fire, the queen was completely busted, also covered in ash with springs and bolts falling off her, the last of her strength used to get fang home. So she collapses on the floor and her tire goes flat, tied up to the queen via a net was a giant Mech Head of Fang, also covered in ash and busted to a similar condition of the queen, The room is just silent for a moment.

"uh...man is it BBQ season! We can definitely use that flame to bust a grill right!" Bean jokes, but fang's expression definitely shows he doesn't want to hear it.. actually, he didn't even have the motivation to grouch at bean for such a terrible joke...he just...walks past the duo, his tail dragging across the floor. "Don't talk to me.." is all he says as he goes to his room and closes the door behind him. They both look at each other with a worried expression, Bark knew something would definitely go wrong...he'd go to take a look at the giant Robot Head, despite it's condition it looked like it was expertly made! Using some Eggman tech, it seems it was a state of the art mech! It must take a lot of hits before it could go crashing down. "Wow it really looks like him!" Bean peeks over his shoulder, "Though the brown circle on its head bugs me, should've made an actual hat lol" the child taps it a bit, Bark nods...no he gets it, Fang actually really tired his hardest this mission, he pulled all the stops, he learned from his own mistakes, and he didn't run away...but despite it all he Still failed. He looks a bit sorrowful, sure he doesn't like it when he works for Eggman, the jobs aren't worth it for the money. But the fact that fang really went all out on this mission, he gets why he's so upset at such a big loss.

"so uh..what we do, I bet your brain is already cooking up a plan!" Bean would hop on the busted queen as bark nods, putting a paw on his chin, they shouldn't go talk to him directly...he's a man that shows emotion through action rather than words. And bugging him would just piss him off more, he knows this. They should give him some space, but it still do something to get his spirits up, that's when bark looks at the queen, it's fang's pride and joy..if they can repair it, it'll sure make him satisfied to at least talk about what happened in Northstar island, Bark snaps his fingers and points ta the queen.

"hm? Fix up the queen? I don't see why not! I'm not a mechanic expert butttttt, I'm sure she comes with an instruction manual!" Bean hops down as he goes to the garage to look for one, Bark nods as he seperated the net from the queen and pushes her to the center of the room, he knows how to drive the queen but not how to repair it..he's not an expert at that kind of thing, but it's worth a shot.

For the next hour or so, bean and bark try to put the queen back together. Bean couldn't find an instruction manual unfortunately, so they'll just have to wing it! Plus they saw fang fix it plenty of times how hard can it be?...hard... extremely hard, every button on her did something and the duo accidentally activated it each one. They summoned the spring and she'd bounce around everywhere, bean getting squished and shaped into an accordion to try and stop it. The drill, which made a hole in the floor and the two panicked trying to pull her out! The newly added missiles which fired at the wall and made yet another hole! The orb shields, which were a new addition, panicked the duo as it circle around the queen and started knocking things over. Especially bean's Nintendo switch dock which he quickly caught. "Phew! Safe!" Then the television fell on top of him, Bark had to put it back in place and help bean up.

Eventually, Fang finally exits his room, with a towel around his neck and shoulders. He got all the ash off him thanks to a nice shower..but then stares at the duo making a mess of the living room as they pumped the queens tire with too much air and now she's tilted downwards, They both turn to fang and nervously smile. "L-look we can explain! We thought fixing your bike would cheer you up but ah...we.. aren't experts at this." Bean tried to explain, as the queens tire suddenly pops and the air comes out, making her fly around the room before hitting the wall and falling in the floor...the duo look at fang worriedly.

At first, he's silently staring...but then he starts to Snicker, then chuckle...till he finally burst out laughing, slapping his knee! "NYAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! YOU BOTH COULDN'T FIX A BUCKET OF BOLTS EVEN IF YOU TRIED!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!!" He'd burst laughing! The two have a sigh of relief, at least he's smiling! "Hey! I'm a bomb maker not a repair man!" Bean giggles as he puts his hands behind his head, Bark nods agreeing, as fang walks over to the queen and positions her to stand up again. "Look how about this, I'll reach you all everything there is to know about to queen, so if I'm not around, ya won't fuck up the next time you try to repair her!" They both nod as they walk over. "Oki Doki! You're the boss!" Bean salutes as bark gives a thumbs up. Fang gives a slight smile.."thanks..." He mutters, bark's eyes sparkle but fang now changes back to the subject at hand. "Now then! First off ya need to know about all her gadgets.."

[thechaddyengine]

Sodor's Goddess Of the Forest: Chapter 1: The Legend

It was late in the afternoon at Tidmouth sheds and Edward was telling his tall ghost engine tales.

The engines loved his stories, well some of them, they listened carefully to his stories and chattered to each other about the tales.

Even some of Fxe's friends were at Tidmouth listening in as well

Edward: It's ghostly whistle shrieked loudly as it rolled by the yards, trying to find the man who scrapped him...

Bear: Wow, what a spooky story Edward, it really made my motor shiver!

James: PAH! What rubbish, These ghost stories are getting boring Edward, try and spice things up next time >:/

Jake: Hey, their not so bad, I thought it was pretty scary myself.

James: Well your just a kid, obviously you would get scared easily.

Jake: I'M 15! >:(

James: Still a child >:)

*Jake was getting frustrated when Thomas spoke up*

Thomas: You know, James isn't completely wrong, maybe tell us something else other than a ghost story.

*Edward thought and thought on what story he could tell*

Edward: Hmmmmm....

Edward: Ah, I got one, I remember being told this Legend by an old friend of mine.

James: Well go on then, tell is this ""Legend"" your friend told you.

Everyone: YEAH!!!

Edward: Ok, ok I will, simmer down.

*And this was the legend Edward told*

*There was once a legendary flower that laid on the forest floor inside Kishi Forest (Now called Henry's forest) and was left without any human interruptions...*

*However, many years past as a village was built not far from the forest, this would interrupt the natural habitat of animals, plants and some fish that swam through the rivers from the seas, this was not good for the flower...*

*One night, there was a terrible storm that sent high winds and large lightning shot down onto the ground, suddenly something started to form in the sky...*

*A glowing light appeared in the night sky, it started to crack in the sky, growing brighter and larger, There was a sudden *CRASH* the light shot a massive bolt of thunder into Kishi Forest and hitting the flower*

*This would start the chaos, when the lightning hit the flower, it... created something.... monstrous...*

*The rift must of mutated the genes of the flower or something to create such a thing...*

*It had red glowing eyes... Bright gold thorns protruding from the arms and face, it was a horrible sight...*

*The creature started reeking havoc onto the village, many people died and some seriously damaged, buildings were up in flames*

*This lasted for hours, peoples screams and the burning of splintered wood, the beast shrieked into the night, their reign of terror didn't stop there however... it started to destroy more villages around the island, it craved chaos and destruction... Because of that, it was named "The Goddess of The Forest"*

*Everyone thought nothing can beat it, it's too powerful... Most of the people fled off the island to find safer areas, however, something/someone brang hope...*

*A glitching rift appeared where a ghostly figure floated out of it, some people witnessed the floating figure and started to fear of another creature killing and causing chaos... But it didn't, it only had eyes on the "Goddess of the Forest"*

*They shot a blast of dark energy at it, getting their attention... This lead to a fierce battle between them*

*No one knows who truly won the battle, but as far as I know, the battle could of ended both of their lives...*

Edward: And that's the whole legend, how was it?

Duck: That was sure something, but amazing too.

Toby: I can agree with you Duck, what a thrilling story.

Henry: That really kept me on my wheels!

Gordon: Hmph, it wasn't boring I can tell you that...

Bear: I enjoyed it a lot.

*Everyone could agree that Edward's story was a good one*

Fletcher: The story reminded me of my past when I was in my universe where there were very large creatures to defeat, great story telling Edward.

Edward: Thank you all :)

James: Eh, could of been better tbh.

Rebecca: Come on James, your too much of a kill-joy :/

James: I'm not, i'm just putting my opinions of his story.

Edward: *Sigh* You'll never change James, anyways it's getting late, we have work tomorrow.

*and with that, everyone left to their rightful places and went to sleep for the night*

(and that's part 1, ive only did stories like this a few times so it might be a bit janky)

[tigertaii]

dragons are cool, assigning projects on the last week is not.

The  exulansis of dragons

                                         ^

                                      Anti

Such a thing you cannot say

That you wouldn’t want wings and 

Blazing flame with which you fly away

To glide along the wind             

                 

Alight upon peaks of mountains high

Proud castles, libraries,

Sunlit forests and endless sky

Bask inflorecent meadows

see your reflection Crowned

in mosaiced wildflower

Worthy of great drake; perfection

Bestow aces of open sky

Bear admirable treasures to cache

Of glory and gold, lives

Of lush garden and frogs amass

Traipse along bookshelves

Imagine dragons, from drakes to wyrm

Build homes for what is 

Intrinsic to them, in due term

To gift to kindred souls

Drafting

there be three more quatrain to write, I would like to make the reader hurt. any tips?

/unattached/ and community at ones own pace

Find new places learn

With new friends, to great heights race

8 wow we sure don't have dragons

6 really sad, amirite

8 only stories, wings of parchment

6 lets write more dragoons

There be no dragons here, today.

last stanza

[cadybear420]

My Proper Tierlist Ranking of Choices Books (as of late November 2023).

I'm kinda tired of using the tiermaker templates because they're not always up to date lol. So instead I'm just doing it as a basic ass text post. Keep in mind that all of these placements are subject to change.

Feel free to ask me about any of my placements because I love to talk about my Choices opinions!

Diamond Tier: Choices’ Bests. 10 stars. YAAAAASSSS!

The books and series that clearly had the most effort and heart put into them. They’re not all perfect obviously, but they do feel like actual interactive stories, and they’re easily the most enjoyable of the bunch.

OG High School Story

Endless Summer

It Lives Series

A Courtesan of Rome

The Heist: Monaco

Blades of Light and Shadow

Platinum Tier: Exceptional Quality. 9 stars. YES! 

They probably didn’t have quite as much meaningful player interaction put into them and/or weren’t quite as enjoyable as any of the Diamond Tier books. But they’re still really high quality and very respectable, and even possible contenders for being moved up to Diamond Tier after I give them a replay.

The Crown and the Flame

The Royal Romance- Book 1 (have yet to play the rest)

Perfect Match

BloodBound

Mother of the Year

Murder at Homecoming

Gold Tier: Memorably Fun. 8 stars. WOOO! 

They’re maybe not really the best quality stories, but they were fun to play and had elements that stood out to me. Maybe it was just an absolute wild ride of a story, or maybe it’s a guilty pleasure story. They’re memorable and certainly worth replaying.

LoveHacks

The Haunting of Braidwood Manor

Hero

America’s Most Eligible

Across the Void

Bachelorette Party

The Phantom Agent

Silver Tier: Enjoyable. 7 stars. Yay! 

The “vanilla is still a flavor” of the app. The stories that were mostly simple and straight-forward and didn’t greatly wow me, but were still at least fun to play and could be worth a replay. Pretty good as “cozy” stories. 

The Freshman Series- Special Date Side Stories (have yet to play the actual main series and the holiday side stories)

Home for the Holidays

High School Story: Class Act (if you pretend it’s not a HSS spinoff)

Open Heart- Book 1 (have yet to play the rest)

Baby Bump- Book 1 (have yet to play the rest)

With Every Heartbeat

Shipwrecked

Crimes of Passion- Book 1 (have yet to play Book 2, and Book 3 is on its way)

The Princess Swap

The Cursed Heart

Immortal Desires

Copper Tier: Decent, Average. 6 stars. Eh.

The “just okay” stories. Far from terrible, but not much about them that really stood out to me. Not much interest in replaying them, unless maybe I need something completely mindless to play.

Nightbound

Distant Shores

Bronze Tier: Unsure, Mixed Feelings, It’s Complicated. 5 stars. Ehhhhh. 

I’m mixed on these stories. They aren’t really terrible as there are some things they did right, but there’s also so much that they did wrong. A lot of these could also use a replay for the sake of giving it a second chance. 

Rules of Engagement

High School Story: Class Act

The Nanny Affair- Book 1

Laws of Attraction

Wolf Bride

Wake the Dead

Stone Tier: Truly Mid, Lacking in Substance. 4 stars, Meh. 

I don’t quite dislike them, but there’s nothing they give to us. They’re just so empty. There’s “vanilla is still a flavor” and then there’s having no flavor at all, and these books just have little to no flavor.

Ms. Match

Slow Burn

The Nanny Affair- Book 2 (and the sum whole of the trilogy tbh)

Roommates With Benefits

Wood Tier: Boring. 3 stars. Bleh. 

The absolute snorefests of the app. Not only did they give nothing, but they were terrible at holding my interest and attention. They’re so poorly paced that even if they did have something of value, I completely missed it because I was either completely zoning out and/or I felt actual mental distress trying to follow the story.

Ride or Die

A Very Scandalous Proposal

Rotting Flesh Tier: Annoying. 2 stars. Uuuuggghhhh. 

The stories that are legitimately painful to play through. Just downright frustrating and groan-worthy. They aren’t quite the worst, but they only do very little right. And it’s even more tragic because these premises could have been done right. There are ideas for decent stories here, but they’re completely neglected.

Witness

My Two First Loves

The Nanny Affair- Book 3

PooPoo Tier: Literally the Worst. 1 star. AAAARRRRRGGGHHH. 

The absolute dogshit stories. The biggest doodoofarts of the entire app. The complete bottom of the barrel. The stories that had me actually verbally raging and close to throwing my phone into the nearest wall. Everything about each of these is doomed from the beginning. Anything that could have been done right or even decently is done terribly. 

Surrender

Untameable

First Comes Love

Air Tier: Opinions and Rankings Pending.

Quite simply, the ones I can’t properly judge yet due to not having completed or played

Haven’t even started playing yet: MW, TFS, RCD, VOS, D&D, BSC, TE, PTR, WT, PT, STD, TRM, HC, RT, FA, GNV, TDA, KND

Currently Playing that I haven’t yet completed: GG, KOD, OH trilogy, BaBu series

Currently Playing that’s still releasing to all: TBB, DLS

Currently Replaying: OH 1, AME 1, TH:M

Stories I started playing but then dropped mid-book prior to getting my new phone and have yet to pick up again: SK, QB 1, WT, TUH

Still VIP Only: Alpha, SOD, TCH 2

Coming Soon: Unbridled (UT 2), Guarded, Hot Shot, ID 2, A Taste of Royalty, Unnamed GOC Firefighter Book, The Most Dangerous Game, RWB 2, COP 3

[fairyoctopus]

notn wrapped

after grinding in the bamboo falls, i have:

13 baku, 8 dreameaters, 5 ethereal tricksters, 4 tengu, 2 gale wolves, 4 umbra wolves, only 2 each of the hainu somehow, 8 fungalhoof qiriq, 2 blacktalon strikers, 11 raptorik warriors, 7 tigerblood foo, 2 mantled foo, and 5 wandering surgepriests.

75 total.

for notn familiars, ive got:

5 snarling mimics, 7 ectoplasmimes, 4 jawlockers, 7 animated statues, only 1 deadly reflection! wow, 4 ensorcelled volumes, 7 living sculptures, 3 magic mirrors, 2 opposing forces, 9 painted marionettes, 6 spellbound tomes, 2 unlikely alliances, 10 wooden marionettes, 5 axe mimics, 6 crooked hatchets, 6 ball-jointed bogsneaks, 4 bogsneak puppets, 5 calculating candelabras, 4 smoldering sconces, 5 crystal carriers, 3 orbiting spirits, 6 enchanted armaments, 5 sorcerous arms, 4 glowing globes, 3 living luminances, 3 masked phantoms, 5 veiled visions, 10 serpentine lamps, 4 vulpine lamps, 6 animated armors, 5 spirit armors, 3 ravenous cauldrons, 5 curious kettles, 3 colubrid columns, 6 serthis supports, 3 inquisitive shrouds, 4 valorous capes, 3 poltergeist piles, 5 transmuted treasures, 7 antique chairs, 3 spidered seats, 6 tick-tocks, 8 time devourers, 4 tricky telescopes, 3 mischievous magnifiers, 3 blooming hedgehides, 4 overwatered seedlings, only 1 ghost viola!, 9 dirge fiddlefiends, 5 pinpush mirror dolls, 6 four-eyed phylacteries, 5 scroll stealers, 7 kyorinrin, 7 vigilant spears, 6 apparition lances, 8 banshee brooches, 5 cryptic cameos, 6 dancing chalices, 11 vigorous goblets, 9 swinging chandeliers, 5 pitfall fixtures, 4 spritely portraits, 7 furious fauns, 5 seething stoves, 3 bouncy broilers, 4 battered vases, 7 glazed sentries, 5 manticore's mights, 5 catty cannons, 11 wicker dragons, 3 tinder toys, only 1 silverstring harp, 5 veilspun verses, 2 bewildered brooms, 6 steadfast sweepers, 6 magic carpets, 6 raucous runners, 4 poltergeist pianos, 6 killer keyboards, 5 writer's aid, 3 encouraging quills, 3 rock paper scissors, 3 decision makers, 6 leisure loaves, 3 danger decors, 3 brass knockers, 10 guest greeters, 4 curious parasols, 3 splendiferous sunshades, 5 salt and peppers, 7 sugar and spices, 15 book swarms, 9 book hoards, 8 undertide fidget toys, 9 articulated fidget toys, 9 nutcrackers, 14 snapper nutcrackers, 7 formal tea sets, 5 afternoon teas, 10 bands of companionship, 10 venom rings, 26(!!) crystal curiosities, 7 ponder orbs, 14 dismayed devilwoods, 11 wallowing willows, 20 eerie baubles, 24 enchanted jewelries, 24 entrapping shackles, 15 treacherous irons, 16 littlest snapdragons, 21 snappish plantings, 16 rogue apparels, AND 13 whimsical ensembles.

APPAREL:

conjurer's set: 36

9 cloaks, 6 cobwebs, 7 hats, 7 pouches, 7 staves

ghost flame set: 44

3 candles, 16 cloaks, 4 collars, 9 headpieces, 4 tail jewels, 3 tail ribbons, 5 wing ribbons

jolly jester's set: 47

8 caps, 7 gloves, 6 collars, 6 capes, 8 tail bells, 7 wing covers, 5 stockings

haunting amber set: 63

9 crowns, 12 pendants, 6 grasps, 9 forejewels, 9 taildecors, 6 clawrings, 12 shrouds

plasmpool set: 67

8 armets, 11 scarves, 4 flightshrouds, 9 tassets, 10 grimplates, 5 tailspines, 11 hindcallouses, 9 forecallouses

woeful set: 39

4 footpads, 6 gambesons, 5 gloves, 6 hoods, 7 vials, 5 tools and 6 presences

the rest: 114

10 sky crystals, 9 book collections, 13 gold starswirls, 10 candle and 10 black candle cascades, 14 timepieces, 27 fanciful castings, and 21 first wishes

necklaces: 60

12 stags, 11 cats, 8 owls, 13 ravens, 9 orcas, 7 wolves

conclusion: help me.

764 familiars. if we add it with the bamboo falls ones, we have 839 total familiars.

470 pieces of apparel.

i am going to be melting these down all year.

[c-e-d-dreamer]

I told myself I was going to work on my chaptered WIPs after dinner today, but instead, I saw this TikTok on my FYP and was instantly like I need to write this. So I did write this. Enjoy maybe? I don't even know

“We're sorry ladies and gentlemen, but due to the bad weather at our destination, we will be delayed again. We will now begin boarding at 8:40. Thank you.”

Nesta barely swallows down her sigh, and a number of groans and grumbles echo around her, clearly mirroring her annoyance and souring mood. Three hours. They're delayed another three hours. It's just the cherry on top of an already stressful travel day.

She digs her phone out of her bag and quickly sends a text in the groupchat with her sisters, giving them an update on her flight status. With that done, she spends some time scrolling aimlessly through social media, already mentally chastising herself for not packing a backup book into her carry-on. She should've known. She should've known everything that could go wrong, would, and she'd be stuck sitting at her gate for hours with her book already finished from the first hour delay.

Rather than stare at the walls for the next three hours, Nesta thumbs through her apps until she finds Tinder, knowing that will at least provide some entertainment while she waits. As soon as the app loads, she starts judging and swiping. Shirtless photo with the face cut off? Swipe. Group photos of generic looking white dudes where you can't even tell who the profile is even for? Swipe. Photo with an obvious ex? Swipe. Photo from the gym? Swipe.

“Wow,” a voice says from behind Nesta, making her jump. “You didn’t even want to think about it a bit more before swiping? Looked like a great guy to me.”

Nesta twists in her seat, and to her horror, comes face to face with the exact man she just swiped left on. He has his hair scraped back into a bun rather than down the way he had in his picture, and this close, Nesta realizes his eyes are a bright hazel, the gold of them seeming to flicker in amusement under the harsh airport lighting. But despite the slight differences, there’s no denying it’s most definitely him.

Nesta is sure her face must be the picture perfect of embarrassment, eyes wide and mouth slightly parted. She can feel the tell-tale signs of a blush creeping up her neck and threatening to spill across her cheeks, but she quickly schools her features into a scowl instead. From the smirk that tugs up the left corner of the man’s lips, he’s clearly clocked it anyways.

“Gym rat isn’t really my type,” Nesta tells him primly.

“Is that so?” the man laughs, the sound warm and seeming to rumble deep from within his chest. “You didn’t even swipe through all the photos either. The third one is a nice photo with a dog. Doesn’t that show I’m a caring guy?”

“I think it shows that you try too hard on your dating profile.”

“You know, just for that, I’m going to remove my like,” the man shoots back, tossing Nesta a wink when he takes in her surprise. “That’s right, sweetheart. If you had swiped right, it would have been a match.”

“Oh, no. Whatever will I do now?” Nesta remarks dryly with a roll of her eyes.

The man laughs again, stretching out his hand over the backs of their seats toward her. “Cassian by the way, since it looked like you swiped too fast to even read my name.”

Nesta scoffs, but she slides her hand into Cassian’s. His hands are much larger than hers, practically swallowing hers whole as his fingers curl around her hand. The calluses of them slide against her palm, but his hand is warm and steady, and for a moment, she swears her blood heats from the contact, that some flame deep within rises to meet him, to greet him as though her very soul seems to recognize him.

“So what has you flying to Velaris?” Cassian asks when he pulls his hand back.

“Family,” Nesta explains, shifting in her seat to face him properly. “My sister lives there, so I’m flying out for her engagement party.”

“Same for me. Both my brothers live in Velaris, so I’m flying home for them. Well, Rhys in particular, but…” Cassian says with an easy shrug before reaching his hand up and rubbing it almost nervously along the back of his neck. “Anyways, you know with the delay, they technically have to give us food and drink vouchers now. Want to go check out one of the bars?”

Nesta can’t stop the surprise laugh that tears past her lips, refusing to acknowledge the warm feeling that blooms in her gut when Cassian’s face lights up at the sound. “Are you asking me on a date? In an airport?”

“Absolutely,” Cassian agrees, his grin wide. “Do you have anything better to do for the next three hours?”

Nesta blinks once, twice, but she can’t say he’s wrong. Not to mention, that after spending so long dealing with the lines and the delays at the airport, she could definitely go for a big glass of wine.

“Alright, fine. I'm in,” Nesta agrees, standing up and gathering her things.

Cassian's grin widens even more somehow, the greens and golds of his hazel eyes seeming to alight as he stands up as well, shouldering his backpack. They retrieve their vouchers from the worker behind the counter, and then Cassian offers his arm toward Nesta like they're in the countryside of some period movie and not the middle of the crowded, dingy airport in the twenty-first century. Nesta raises an eyebrow at the gesture, but she settles her hand in the crook of his elbow nonetheless, letting Cassian lead them away from their gate and toward one of the airport bars.

Nesta hates to admit it, but she ends up having a good time with Cassian. Despite Nesta's correct assessment of him being a gym rat, he tells her about the gym he owns and operates, the classes that he teaches there. She tells him about her own job, about the law firm she's working at and some of her past cases, and he actually seems interested, asks her questions and listens. But more than anything, for every dry remark, every quip, she throws his direction, he doesn't balk or get offended. Instead, he rises to the challenge, laughing and smirking and throwing his own suggestive comments right back at her. For as much as he has her rolling her eyes in fond annoyance, he has her laughing too. It’s easy in a way it probably shouldn’t be, but Nesta doesn’t mind.

Almost too quickly, the three hours pass, and Nesta and Cassian make it back to their gate. Thankfully, their plane is actually boarding now. Cassian has a higher boarding number than Nesta on his ticket, so she expects that to be the end of their chance encounter today, but when she steps onto the plane, Cassian waves her down.

“Saved you a seat,” Cassian explains, gesturing to the open seat beside him.

Nesta glances at the seats further down the plane, at the line of people waiting behind her expectantly. She steels her nerves and slides her bag into the overhead compartment, settling into the seat beside Cassian after all. Thankfully, it doesn’t take long after she’s seated for the plane to finish boarding and takeoff. Nesta prepares to settle in for the flight, but to her surprise, Cassian takes two sets of headphones from the flight attend when she offers them.

“So what movie do you want to watch?” Cassian asks, touching through to the entertainment options on the screen in front of him.

“You know you can’t plug two sets of headphones in, right?”

“True, but I can hit play on both our screens at the exact same time.”

Nesta snorts quietly at that, but she doesn’t say anything more as Cassian pulls up a movie on both their screens, lets him plug in both sets of headphones and takes the ones plugged into her screen. She has to bite her lip around a laugh while Cassian hovers a finger over both screens, ensuring he presses play at the exact same time on both.

Nesta relaxes back to watch the movie, but it’s not long before the stress of the day catches up with her, exhaustion digging deep into her bones and pulling her under. She tries to focus on the actors on the screen, on the dialogue and the story, but her eyes feel heavier and heavier with each passing minute. She decides to close her eyes, just for a few minutes.

When Nesta opens her eyes again, the screen in front of her is black, and a quick glance toward Cassian’s screen shows a new movie playing. Her head is nestled against his shoulder, his arm wrapped snuggly around her shoulders and fingers drawing senseless patterns against her bicep. Nesta knows that she should move, that she should sit up, but she’s so comfortable, so warm. With each relaxed inhale in and exhale out, it doesn’t take much coaxing for Nesta to fall back asleep again.

Nesta wakes again when a gentle hand on her shoulder rouses her. She blinks her eyes a few times before Cassian’s face comes into focus, and he offers her a small, soft smile.

“We made it to Velaris,” Cassian explains quietly. “Just landed.”

Nesta nods her head and sits up, rubbing at her eyes and the remnants of sleep still clinging there. The plane starts to deboard, and they both clamber out of their seats, Cassian getting Nesta’s bag down for her. They follow the signs to baggage claim, waiting until bags start to drop down onto the carousel. Nesta spots her bag first. She goes to grab it, but Cassian pulls it off the carousel for her. It doesn’t take his own bag long to appear, and he grabs that too.

With both their bags now in hand, Nesta turns toward him, realizing that this is it. This is the end of their unexpected traveling together. That now they’ll go their separate ways in Velaris. That now she’ll probably never again see Cassian and his hazel eyes and his easy grins, never hear his suggestive barbs and his warm laughter.

“Well, I guess this is goodbye then,” Nesta tells him, surprising even herself with the way she feels… disappointed, the way her heart prickles and squeezes between her ribs.

“I guess it is,” Cassian agrees, leaning down and pressing a kiss against Nesta’s cheek. “Enjoy Velaris, Nes.”

Cassian turns and heads for the airport doors, leaving Nesta standing there and blinking in shock after him. She reaches a hand up, pressing her fingers against the spot he had kissed her, only the ding of her phone finally pulling her back to reality. She digs it out of her bag, finding a text message from a new contact blinking up at her.

—

Airport Hottie

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Huntlow Christmas Snippets

So the original plan was to have this human realm series finished and posted in time for Christmas, but then a whole bunch of stressful life stuff got in the way, so for now, please enjoy this little Christmas themed huntlow snippet! Happy Christmas, Huntlow Fam! 💛💚

Sneak Peek from Being Human | Chapter Eight: Winter's Waltz

The living room is a war zone of ribbons and wrapping paper as everyone tears into their presents, getting distracted halfway through when Camila puts on her favorite Christmas music and Luz endeavors to turn the evening into Grom Part 2, sweeping into a low bow and asking a giggling, blushing Amity to dance. Hunter is so swept up in the mayhem of watching the two of them laugh and spin one another in the glimmer of the Christmas lights, he almost doesn't register the Willow-shaped silhouette hovering next to him, offering him her hand.  "May I have this dance?" she asks, fairy lights glinting off the lenses of her glasses, igniting them in a golden glow. "Oh, uh— yeah. Yes. Absolutely," he stutters, barely a moment to stagger to his feet before he's swept away in Willow's arms.  Hunter has never danced in his entire life, but Willow is a marvelous lead, the comforting weight of her hand pressed between his shoulder blades, soft plush fingers curling over the palm of his hand, heat hotter than the flames in the fireplace as she draws him closer and instructs him to place his other hand on the small of her waist. Just when he thinks he's finally got the moves down, Willow surprises him by twirling him around in a circle and then dipping him backward on the catch, safe in her strong, gentle hands as his whole world spins upside down in a blur of green and gold.  And then she's pulling him back up toward her, lips parted in a wide smile, breathless laughter rushing out of the both of them as their chests heave from the exertion, and all Hunter can think as he gazes into her bright green eyes are three simple words. Oh. Wow. Dancing. Well. Maybe those aren't the only three words he's thinking.

It's nearing midnight by the time everyone heads off to bed, shuffling off to their respective rooms with barely stifled yawns and sleepy smiles, leaving Hunter and Willow alone in the living room, sitting side by side, curled up by the fire.  Evidently they'd both had the same idea, not wanting to give the gifts they'd gotten each other in front of everyone else. Without a word, the two of them reach behind opposite sides of the tree and withdraw two packages — one wrapped up pristinely in red and gold striped paper, the other a mess of ripped green wrapping paper and far too much tape. Ever since their lessons, Hunter has developed a love for sewing, but Willow had no idea he'd gotten this good. When Willow unwraps her gift, a neatly-folded letterman jacket with the words captain stitched across the back in bold white lettering spills out onto her lap, handmade from the coziest green and gold fabric she's ever felt beneath her fingers.  Little swatches of embroidery line the lapels and the arms of the jacket — wildflowers, bumblebees, cardinals, hearts, and stars — and in the very center right over the heart, a miniature rendering of a flyer derby field complete with goals posts and green and purple flags. Willow spreads her hands over it, amazed by all the carefully crafted details. This must have taken him weeks to complete. "This is amazing, Hunter. Thank you so much, I love—" she says, slipping the jacket over her shoulders and marveling at how perfectly it fits her, gazing up at him with a radiant smile on her face, only to find him staring back at her, looking awestruck. Clutched in his hands are two different gifts she couldn't decide between — one, a hand-knitted sweater made from that same cozy yellow yarn he'd fallen in love with the first time they'd gone to the craft store together, complete with a little breast pocket for Flapjack to nap in — and two, a brand new pair of handsome leather gloves, similar enough to his old pair to provide that same level of comfort and safety to a set of scarred, sensitive hands, but different enough so that he no longer has to be reminded of Belos, of being the golden guard every time he looks down at his own hands. "I hope you like them," she says in a small voice, suddenly feeling nervous. "The cardinals along the sides there are hand-stitched. I tried to make them look as much like Flapjack as I could, but—" "They're perfect. You're perfect," he says, rushing forward to wrap her up in a hug, tucking his chin against the curve of her shoulder and breathing her in in a series of slow, steady breaths. "Merry Christmas, Hunter," she says, voice muffled as she melts into the hug, face buried in the cozy fabric of his sweater. "Merry Christmas, Willow," he says, voice almost too soft to catch over the steady crackling of the fireplace.

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Also, I want to add that Messmer represents everything that is heretical to the Golden Order. That is; the serpents, the blood or giants' flame, the red hair which is often the symbol of a curse and Radagon is famously known to have hated his red hair also that Messmer's eyes are yellow and slitted, much like those who indulge far too much in dragon communion though this could also be something to do with his serpent imagery, like I said, maybe he really is the serpent god whose history is obscure in the lands between. Regardless, I believe that he is the root of all the hate towards the serpents, the giants' flame yada yada, that he represents and is the god of everything that stands in opposition to the erdtree, why else would Marika seal him away in such a land? Where he can't tarnish her perfect order full of light? It would make sense then that he rules a land that is devoid of its light, perpetually living in shadow.

Perhaps red hair wasn't always a bad thing but after Messmer's likely shenanigans, it became a symbol of those who are cursed and prone to betrayal/rebelliousness. Maybe it was because of his son's deeds that Radagon grew to despise his own hair, as he was a devout follower of the Golden Order and he hates that his own blood tried to tarnish it. All of this is very very strong speculation of course but it's exciting haha!

Also, his dialogue in the game almost seems mocking like I mentioned before as if he's questioning his mother's poor judgement and almost laughing at it, like: "Oh wow, you'd banish me, your son, but make this guy, who isn't even graced with gold, a lord?" I think he loves his mother and holds her in high regard but perhaps also harbours resentment towards her in some way, maybe for what she did (if she did banish him.) Behind his throne is a statue of a woman cradling a child in her arms, this is very likely Marika (and the baby is Messmer himself) as it looks like her so I think he probably misses his mother and keeps a statue of her with him, to feel as if she's watching over him and caring for him the way she probably once did. Kinda sad if you really think about it.

Who is Messmer?

I really think that Messmer is Marika's exiled son or something. Radagon and her may have been involved from wayyy before and likely had a son in secret or he's an offshoot of the two of them when they merged (if they weren't already one being) and dude went on to do his own thing. Because if you remember, in one of Marika's echos, she's talking to her demigod kids and she's basically saying that they must strive to become a lord or even a god and if they failed to do either, they will be sacrificed.

I believe Marika had many, many more children yet only those who succeeded in making something of themselves were made demigods and were written about. Just like Melina who is also likely Marika's daughter and I definitely think, so is Messmer. A bit of a stretch, but he might just be her brother or even twin. Both of them have an eye that's shut, they are both associated with fire/burning and both of them have been removed from history. Their origins are shrouded in mystery, almost as if the world didn't want them to be remembered or recorded.

Perhaps Messmer succeeded in becoming one of the demigod children but to an extent where he attempted to usurp the erdtree order with one of the serpent as there is say that there is a forgotten serpent diety in Mt. Gelmir. This may the diety Rykard was in search of when he found the God-devouring serpent and assumed that to be the "outer" God.

My assumption is: Messmer was captured by his mother's forces and instead of being killed or sacrificed (probably because they thought that they could use his skills), he was exiled, his powers and strength being put to use in another land where he would serve his punishment by killing those robbed of the "grace of gold." Which is what he is continuing when we will meet him in the DLC. He sees us as being stripped of its grace because the influence of the greater will more or less no longer exists, we have established an entirely new order but Messmer doesn't know that.

There is no doubt in my mind that he is Marika's son as he basically mocks his mother's "decision" to have someone like us made lord, someone without grace.