#Sure. she can absolutely demolish him if she wanted but he likes that she wouldn't. at least not completely. as they care about each other

[dootznbootz]

Idk why but I'm really happy with this bit. It's been in my brain for so long as something he'd pull where he thinks he's so smart and suave but he just comes off as stupid.

[thewertsearch]

My advice? Hide.

I don't think Gamzee has any way to actually track you - he certainly doesn't have Terezi's sense of smell. Plus, Eridan isn't tracking anyone - he's trying to leave. Find a good hiding spot, and you'll probably be reasonably safe until Sollux wakes up.

...that's if Sollux wakes up, I guess. If he was human, he’d have a pretty serious concussion, but trolls, even the lowbloods, are made of some pretty tough stuff. I'll honestly be surprised if he turns out to be seriously injured.

If he is... well, you still have other fighters on the Veil. Try and rendezvous with Equius - or, if you absolutely have to, Vriska. I honestly think she'd probably help, she'd just be completely insufferable about it.

To be fair, this isn't the kind of tactical analysis that Karkat could make right now. I think he can be forgiven for panicking, given the circumstances.

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You wish there was just one murderer.

All things considered, I'm not sure who’s actually the biggest threat.

Eridan is an idiot, but he’s packing some ridiculous firepower. He probably has the greatest destructive potential of the bunch, but I don’t see him using it competently. His best plan would be to hide and fish for sneak attacks, but I don't think he's capable of being that restrained.

Vriska is extremely resourceful, and has some very dangerous powers - but, like I said, her murder was personal and targeted. Among the killers, she's the least likely to go on a rampage, and I still think she could be convinced to go after the other two.

Gamzee is a wildcard, and I have no idea what's going on in his head right now. I don't think this is normal behavior for purplebloods, either - if it was, Alternia wouldn't be able to function. On reflection, I think he's the most threatening, simply because we have no idea what he's capable of, or what his plan is. We don't even know if he has a plan.

Terezi, shit!

In an earlier conversation, Gamzee seemed to imply that he wanted Karkat to try and stop him. Is he taking Terezi hostage in order to force a confrontation between the two?

Good fucking call.

You were hoping it wouldn't have to come to this. But you're running out of options. You need backup. STRONG backup.

At this point, I’d just tell Equius to demolish the meteor, and force everyone out into the open. We're running out of time anyway - that countdown's been getting very small lately - and if Karkat's not planning to hunker down and hide, then we need to find these fuckers before they find us.

[jester089]

…Can I have the digital circus gang with an s/o who kicks Jax’s a$$ when he goes too far in his ‘pranks’. So like, they’ll let a few remarks, jabs and ‘lighter’ pranks through if they don’t actually hurt anyone. But things like infesting Ragatha’s room with bugs, tormenting Pomni about her situation/mental state, breaking Gangle’s mask, stealing and hiding Zooble’s parts, demolishing Kinger’s impenetrable fortress or even royally messing up Caine’s adventures or shows for a laugh will get him in all sorts of trouble.

Sorry for the long request, rewatched TADC after Helluva Boss’s newest episode (omg so gooooood) and wanted some revenge for how much of a prick Jax is to everyone.

A well deserved A&% kicking

FINALLY! I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS REQUEST! I HAVE WANTED TO KICK JAX'S TEETH IN SINCE HE TRIPPED RAGATHA AND PUSHED GANGLE IN THE MEET THE CHARACTERS TEASER! Don't take that as I don't want fluffy requests for him. Cause I do. I've just waiting for enough reason to write about this concept for a little while. Jax x Reader who fights back

Jax hated you. Well more then the others at least cause you were the only one who wouldn't just let him get away with any and everything. And he despised you for that. Because of his track record you don't trust him, and can come across as a little protective over the others when it comes to him. You all are literally trapped in a digital circus. You don't need more problems. And Jax is just a walking problem. One time he found a pair of scissors and cut up Gangle and hid her in a box that he buried outside. When you found out about it you comforted Gangle and helped her get Caine so she could be in one piece again. You kicked the absolute s&@# out of him once you were sure Gangle was at least kind of ok. You wish you could do some actual damage but sadly that isn't possible in the circus. So you left him tied up and with tape over his mouth quiet corner that no one visits. He deserves it. And the week and a half he was gone was really calm and enjoyable only reinforcing the fact that he makes living here so much harder then it needs to be. In the time he was gone you broke into his room to make sure he didn't have anything else he could use to hurt others. You took everything that could be a problem as well as all his keys, so he couldn't get into everywhere anymore. But good news is you have made the circus a much safer and calmer place. And Jax's "pranks" have slowed a ton cause he can't just do anything whenever he wants anymore. He actually has to think about it and be careful not to get caught. Bad news is because of you his more sadistic tendencies have spiked since he can't constantly vent them. So the "pranks" he does do are much more messed up. His "pranks" can be awful at the best of times, and with you he actually has a reason and want to cause problems and pain. So watch your back. Cause you've made enemies with the most sadistic person there. (I wrote this in like a minute. I get it's kind of short but I thoroughly enjoyed writing this. Thank you for the request! And I hope you enjoyed!)

(Little heads up I updated my request rules so please check back before you request something. Thank you again!) xoxo, Jester

Edit: I'm so sorry. I didn't see TADC crew's S/O. I thought you wanted just like my ideas. I can re write this if you want.

[adventuringblind]

Norstappen idea since your desperate. I don’t claim to have good ideas tho, fair warning:

Max and Lando with a college athlete (would that even work????)

Max and lando taking care of adhd & independent reader who is incapable of staying in bed (due to adhd) and refuses to ask for help (independent)

Max and lando bickering about whose teams are better at sim racing/video games (quadrant vs redline) then subsequently getting their asses and their teams asses kicked by their streamer gf (idk enough about competitive video games for this I play for stories)

Lando and reader (?) comforting max about Jo’s and just general shitty family situation (& vice versa for shitty family for reader)

Hope this helps, these are not requests but ideas™️ as you said.

Now I sleep it’s 10:30 and I have work at 8.

Norstappen with a college athlete sounds chaotic at best. Since the only sport formula drivers are remotely good at is their own, I firmly believe they would try and fail at her area of expertise. Max would just be lazy and put minimal effort in where Lando would go overboard and end up hurting himself. all the while she is sat in the corner recording and wheezing in laughter.

I feel the independence thing on another level. Can't convince me Lando isn't ADHD coded either. Could see him scrambling around attempting to get things in order so she doesn't have to, but ultimately stressing himself out. Max would send him to go lay down with her and make sure she doesn't move by talking about her current hyper fixation (bonus if its something they can do in bed together). Max would work out meals, cleaning, and whatever else she could set her mind to that's not resting. When she inevitably does try to be productive, everything is done. Max stands there in the kitchen with his hands on his hips wondering why she isn't in bed and carries her back to Lando who is napping.

The streamer one just makes sense. This is an argument I can see them having irl and getting more and more ridiculous about it. Then their streamer girlfriend joins in just for the fun of it and demolishes both of them. It works like a charm every. single. time. They would absolutely fight over who gets to have her on their team and scream for her to come help them if they were losing or stuck somewhere.

Lando, as far as I can tell, has a decent relationship with his family. He would bring Max and their girlfriend around and Max does the thing where he jokes about trauma like it's normal. Subsequently, he is adopted by the Norris' and they start splitting their time between the McLaren and Redbull garages. If their girlfriend has a decent home life then I can see them welcoming Max in immediately. On the other hand, I usually write from a personal perspective... There is no way in hell Max and Lando would be letting their girlfriend around her parents alone if they have had a shit past with them. Max comes armed with a temper and glare and will not hesitate to set Lando off like a feral chihuahua. I also wouldn't put it past Lando to just be snarky to Jos any chance he gets. He doesn't care if there are cameras around. He just wants to make sure he gets his point across.

(Thanks for all the ideas!! Sorry I had this in my drafts for so long :/)

[ultravioart]

Basic ideas for the new Dominion au 2.0:

Lord Hater does not instantly fall in love with Dominator. In fact, its pure loathing for this chad version of hater, and at the "reveal", he stomps his feets malding at the fact she's ALSO totally hot ON TOP of already being a SUPER COOL AND SCARY AND AWESOME--it's NOT FAIR!!! WHY ARE YOU SO COOL?!?! And eventually that unbridled hatred and jealousy turns into..... oh. I think I like her. ....... (gasp) oh no. and it's probably a bit of manchildish antics of girl cooties being played on but really it's hater being insecure and being scared he (gags) likes someone. The same sort of the comedic flair they had with "the happies" and it being treated as a horror movie lol.

Wander doesn't try to ship Dominator WITH Hater but rather encourages Hater to be confident in himself for once, and encourages Hater to consider thinking about others for once (and possibly better himself by acting in a way that is considerate of others). But it goes awry as Hater is still ever so entitled. And Wander isn't setting Hater up for failure by having fun with him and teaching him how to be a good catch, there's plenty of lovely people out there that could be a good fit for a changed Hater, because even if this attempt doesn't work out, Hater can just try again, right? I mean it's about the adventure, not the destination! Wasn't that musical score fun to practice! Look at how much fun you are having without doing evil Lord Hater! Love and kindness CAN be a good thing!

Sylvia calls out Wander for it since one: UH both are evil villains so even if this worked wouldn't that make them a power couple??? ("Yeah but Sylv--" "Wander.") and two: who in the flarping galaxy would actually like Hater (as is) let alone does Wander even know IF Dominator likes guys??? I mean, she'd probably find all these goofy antics hysterical or something (considering her past interactions of giggle fits over these guys) but did Wander ever stop to consider that she maybe...? ("oh..." "Uh huh.") And how would she feel! bad. disrespected! And that's not the Wander she knows. The Wander she knows is kind and considerate and patient.

But Sylvia knows Wander's heart was in the right place even if he jumped in without thinking-- just like with the box Wander is being a bit compulsive. Wander was only trying to get hater to take the first plunge into kindness by using that care for another (romantic or platonic) to actually care about another person (not a pet, but an equal) FOR ONCE. Hater is just a bonehead who takes it TOO far and expects he can get whatever he wants since his self-loathing is puffing up his ego for being "the greatest" so of COURSE he will win and of COURSE he will get the money and fame and (insert cliche materialistic things) and get everything he ever desired-- I mean, Peepers promised him that, didn't he?!

--and then Hater gets utterly demolished whoopass-karma style as Dominator shuts it down barking laughter and viciously roasting him, shattering his heart and hopes into pieces. And it's written in a way where it's mean sure but also pretty funny because Hater is way off base, Dominator is just essentially the audience going "dude what? no, lmao." and Wander is going "oh no" as it finally dawns on him because he messed up MASSIVELY. Of course Dominator wasn't going to place nice--she came in rocking the badass villain train! And Wander tried to help: but was so focused on helping ONE person he didn't see the big picture. Wander needs patience with Hater, kindness is a strength because it's not easy.

Peepers is absolutely done with this lovey dovey good guy nonsense in the meantime, which pushes him further into the "peer pressure hater into doing galactic villainy" thing that would then get resolved in a "s3" team up with dominator a la original dominion au. I'm also writing the characters as if they are thematic representations of love and hate. Wander represents love of self and others (love is eternal, wise and knowing, knows no gender, and is not defined by romance etc), and Hater represents hate of self and others (blind hatred is immature, foolish-- use anger to fuel protecting what cherish instead of lashing out at the world. Be constructive, not destructive.). Hate and Love are two sides of the same coin: passion.

s1 was Hater dealing with Wander's antics (love is a little nagging feeling, warm and fuzzy, small but very scary) with Wander teaching that kindness is a strength and it never hurts to help! And Sylvia learns from Wander, as per originally intended of Sylvia being a bounty hunter turned good guy with Wander's influence. Not much to change save for "The Helper" not existing because ... Wander forcing himself on others is NOT what Wander is to me. Love cannot be forced. Wander listens, is patient, and even though he may have passionate desperate bouts because he just LOVES so dearly, he knows some semblance of boundary. He wants to be helpful but I dislike the idea he would ever truly force "helping" on others. It comes off as disrespectful and all about him--he's not helping to help he's helping to clear his conscience. And that's not love! That's not who Wander truly is (to me, at least). s2 is Wander trying to help but making it worse-- "it never hurts to help" is further explored, and it's a lesson about how things don't always work out but that doesn't mean you should quit--make it right and keep trying your best. Which means: LEARN from your mistakes, don't run away from them. And Wander learns from Sylvia this season instead of him teaching her. Instead of running away in fear that he'd make things worse (as per his past Wander doesn't like talking about) due to Sylvia helping, Wander sticks his ground for once. After all is said and done Wander apologizes and reintroduces Dominator to the galaxy. It's scary, it's hard--it's strength. But dominator isn't having it. She grabs the stupid friendship orange, and leaves in her own bubble. Wander feels guilt but he lives with it, finds peace with it, instead of ignoring it. Facing his fears, he and Sylvia return to the remaining group and... they don't shun Wander. Yeah he messed up but jeeze at least he tried, and he has done so many good things, it's the actions that count and it seems Wander has learned from it. No one is perfect. And Wander, like love, is not perfect and all about building with and learning from others.

s3: Dominator is rebuilding. Everyone knows that. Sylvia and Wander are sailing around the galaxy helping folks rebuild thier home planets and Sylvia is preparing for a coming storm. Meanwhile, Hater is being drawn towards healthier friends as Wander is a good influence on him. Peepers sees what's happening, and he mortified and doesn't know what to do. Hater is slipping away. Dominator is coming back with a vengeance. There's no way this will turn out well. So Peepers bites the bullet and tries what Wander did--because if it worked on the greatest Lord Hater he has to be onto something, but this time with tact, and tries to give Dominator a chance. And even if that doesn't work, at least Peepers can try and steer Dominator away from obliterating everything. Obliterating Hater. In the end though, Dominator and Peepers learn from each other and grow in thier own ways. Dominator isn't reformed but she is picky about who gets to play with HER toys. And perhaps after that some kind of supposed woy s3 spacecop thing? I can imagine the clockwork orange influence for Dominator works with that, that it's about the CHOICE. Doing good by being forced is not helping anyone. Choosing the right path is the only way to be truly good, that's why Wander only offers to guide, never force, people down the kind path. The freedom to choose matters because love is freedom, not chains. At the end of it all, endgame Dominator would end up being the first defense against galactic wide threats (like spacecops coming in and brainwashing people), but she's still not a hero doing "good guy" stuff with others. She's her own deal, badass and rockin it. Lord Hater would turn good guy and be the protector of the galaxy, doing active good in the communities and pulling off sick rock concerts with actual adoring fans. No force needed. Peepers ends up getting over most of his toxic complex, learns to laugh at himself more, and realizes he doesn't need to fight tool and nail for the right to exist, for the right to respect. Love is healing. And ever since teaming up with Dominator no one DARE questions his might, which is perfect! Meanwhile, Sylvia was a key driving force in saving the galaxy, her mama's so proud, and so Sylvia and Wander say long, heartfelt farewells as they journey on to the next galaxy and future adventures. Be be be do do do--do! The end.

The dominion au was for me to have some kind of wrap up story for dominator working off of canon bc frankly I wanted to see what the main plot was supposed to be. Maybe... there wasn't one. Oof. In kid cosmic we got kind of what I wanted to learn. Definitely got the messages they were trying to get at in WoY, or at least I think so. Fantos' lines in the finale really read as Dominator to me. Erodios felt like Hater's story in some sense. And Kid also had a story I think Hater's character embodied in some respects. A heavy past, dealing with loss, wanting to be a hero and make believe because it's easier that way. Chuck is very much peepers vibes and Papa G is very much Wander vibes. Perhaps Jo could even have some sense of the pressures Sylvia would face trying to lead a group of rag tag heroes. With that said, I have a system I use when dealing with media. 1: media is moral, I can enjoy and endorse it. (<Very rarely happens) I strictly adhere to canon for any fan content I make, as if trying to write for the series itself. 2: media is flawed but not extremely egregious, I can still enjoy it publicly and enjoy analysis. I adhere to canon for any fan content I make, but with additional edits or fan head canons added. Very much "fanfiction" area canon. 3: creators of media or the media itself is not moral, so I lean on fandom and fan canon. in essence: It's MY story now. lol. headcanons galore, I am not writing as if I were writing for the series at all. 4: Too mucked up, both creators and final product are immoral, I drop it. WoY I think for me has moved from 2 to 3. I guess I can rewrite s2 plot for the au lmao here we goooo

[missingjackklinehours]

run alone (until i bring you home)

Out of each pleasant memory of Gabriel trying and ultimately succeeding in graciously brightening his mood, Raphael holds a certain memory close to his heart.

Rating: Gen

No warnings apply.

Fic & Playlist available on AO3! (however, feel free to read under the cut.)

@spnarchangelweek <3

Asters indubitably remind Raphael of Heaven's Messenger; his younger brother, Gabriel.

Bold yet delicate petals that sway amiably in the breeze. Gabriel, the animated fledgling who would joyously dance when he was feeling down, carefree giggles falling from his flushed lips when he stumbled. Father forbid if one of Gabriel's elder brothers had a mere smudge of gloom present in their actions—The jubilant fledgling would've been dead set on a clear-cut mission: doing absolutely anything in his power to cheer up his brothers. Gabriel had always been his brothers' little ball of sunshine, much like the vibrant citrine center of an aster flower.

Out of each pleasant memory of Gabriel trying and ultimately succeeding in graciously brightening his mood, Raphael holds a certain memory close to his heart. He wouldn't forget it, even if his mind permitted so.

.•° ✿ °•.

Morning skies were always Raphael's favorite. The dawn of a new day, the faint ghost of the moon stuck stubbornly to the yellow skies like a splendid dream with far too much detail. He would spend countless hours just watching the stars fade.

This particular morning was radically different.

Raphael had just lost his childhood friend, the kind black swallowtail butterfly that had captivated him with her bulging eyes as a meek fledgling. She always met Raphael in his garden, sucking away at the supple nectar within the flushed milkweed flowers he'd grown specifically for her. However, it had been a few days since she'd returned from her lengthy adventure to find a mate, and Raphael was growing increasingly worried.

The dawn skies echoed glum without her fragile wings fluttering across them. The milkweeds looked to weep.

Raphael had never been an expressive angel, quite the contrary. It was all about subtlety with him, something only his closest brothers—archangelic—had knowledge of. He himself hadn't even noticed his mistake: He'd forgotten his watering can before he'd embarked on the short trip to his garden.

It was such a trivial feat that Raphael hadn't cared enough to realize it was missing, until he'd long since reached his garden and after he checked if his swallowtail friend had reappeared; She hadn't. It was like the cherry on top of his sick discontentment—He would have to trudge back to the familial archangel nest with a heavy heart and convoluted thoughts.

At least, he thought he would. A too-familiar presence had abruptly stumbled upon him, and Raphael slightly turned in a befuddled daze towards the nearing sensation of Gabriel's easily-recognizable grace.

Gabriel was supposed to be in combat training with Michael that day. There was no particular reason the youngest archangel should have been approaching Raphael's garden. Raphael blankly watched Gabriel land with a small crash—Gabriel hadn't mastered flight at that point in time.

Raphael couldn't help the nearly-imperceptible upward tug of his lips at the sight of his youngest brother now covered in soil and scrambling to stand up, trying to smoothly act as if he hadn't almost knocked himself out. In his jittery hands glimmered Raphael's steel watering can. Raphael peered at it with interest, his stare flicking up to his brother. Gabriel, after briefly maneuvering his head to the side to spit stray grains of dirt out of his mouth, wiped his lips with his arm before flashing a toothy beam at his older brother.

"You still have soil in your teeth," Raphael had remarked.

He observed Gabriel's expression switch from gaiety to dismayed surprise. The younger angel's hand shot up to scrub frantically at his teeth. Raphael's attention reverted to the spot behind Gabriel, the spot where his brother had crash-landed, and he softly sighed in dissatisfaction when his eyes scanned over the healthy aster bush his brother had crushed.

"... And, you ruined my flowers."

Gabriel's scrubbing stopped in an instant to offer Raphael an apologetic look.

"Sorry, dude," Gabriel once again displayed his bright beam, continuing to speak through his smile with a muffled tone, "Did I get it all?"

Raphael transiently paused his assessment of his brother's accidental floral destruction to sweep his sight over Gabriel's smiling teeth—Nothing but pearly whites. A chaste nod followed, and Gabriel's simper dimmed to a close-mouthed one. Raphael continued to eye the watering can curiously, prompting Gabriel to brighten, as if he'd completely forgotten what he'd come for in the first place. The youngest archangel tilted his head sweetly as he merrily extended his hands, presenting the steel watering can in all its glory. Raphael concisely inspected it, his gaze jumping back to Gabriel's face with slight suspicion.

"Aren't you supposed to be with Michael today?" Raphael hesitantly took his watering can from Gabriel's hands. His younger brother pulled his arms back, the grin on his face morphing into the signature pout that Raphael's mind always regressed to when thinking of Gabriel.

"Exactly right! I'm supposed to." Gabriel shuffled in place, his rascal pout never budging. "Let's just say this is a detour, okie dokie?"

Raphael's prodding eyes slanted in both incredulity and curiosity. Gabriel passively considered his brother's expression before swiveling on his heel, facing the aster bush he'd indirectly demolished. Raphael studied him silently, off-put by the lack of mischief that always seemed to follow his youngest archangelic brother.

"I can help replant these!'' Gabriel's voice was jam-packed with genuine enthusiasm. Raphael's suspicion has reached its peak, and he dubiously stepped forward to stand next to his younger brother. Side-by-side, the pair of archangels skimmed over the crumpled mess of lavender petals and evergreen leaves.

"Firstly, you're terrible at gardening," Raphael calmly stated, and Gabriel cocked his head to peer at Raphael with what was probably slight offense prominent on his face. Raphael ignored him as he spoke. "And secondly, why are you really here?"

Raphael marginally pivoted to watch his brother's expression. Gabriel's features didn't take long to fall, and Raphael's entire being peaked in both interest and concern. The Messenger briskly looked away with a hint of timidity, his eyes of sky falling back to the flattened plant before them.

"You forgot your watering can," He said meekly, as if afraid to speak its silly truth. He added even softer, "You never do that."

Raphael's stare simply bore more intensely into his brother, utterly bewildered. Gabriel continued, an anxiety-prompted ramble.

"And you came home late yesterday. I'm worried, Raph," The youngest archangel admitted, releasing a massive sigh as he did so. Gabriel seemed relieved, like the thought had been plaguing his mind significantly. Raphael immediately softened, quick to soothe his brother. His lips moved on their own, and a blatant white lie tumbled out.

"There's no reason to worry, Gabriel," Raphael delusively assured, and he slightly jumped when the Messenger's head snapped back up; Raphael could now physically see the uneasiness present on his brother's face.

"Y'know, you could at least try to sell it a little better," Gabriel whined with a tenuous smile, and Raphael offered an apologetic look in response. A couple beats of silence enveloped the pair, with neither one of the angels bearing the right words to say. Gabriel's abstracted gaze gingerly drifted elsewhere.

Raphael attentively followed his brother's now-fixated stare. The older angel's being subtly slumped purely out of sheer impulse when his eyes lay on the faded coral color of milkweeds—They seemed terribly empty without a familiar pair of miniature black and blue butterfly wings atop them. A flit of acquainted worry spread like a consuming disease over his grace, a halfhearted wash of paltry waves over a burning embodiment of celestial light.

A physically inaudible hum of lamented harmony buzzed from the grace beside him, and a gentle touch brushed against his shoulder. The sudden sorrow within Raphael fleeted away as quickly as it had birthed when the warmth was perceived. With a meager twist of his head, Raphael’s pale eyes once again met the now-sympathetic azure irises of his brother. Gabriel wore a modest frown, his face contorted in enhanced concern.

"Does it have something to do with Basil?" Gabriel's expression grew more worried when the words left him, and hearing it aloud somehow made it more real to both of them. "Is she okay?"

Raphael's movements delayed, and his own uncertainty seemed to float rapidly to the surface at the sight of Gabriel's shared fear. Gabriel had met Basil, Raphael's befriended swallowtail butterfly, a couple years after Raphael had become close with her; Gabriel had happily insisted that he wanted to introduce himself to his big brother's childhood friend.

Raphael's face remained stone as he hesitantly nodded. Gabriel's concern transformed into what looked to be frightened grief.

"Is she…"

"I'm not sure. She hasn't returned from her journey to find a mate." Raphael stated weakly, briefly glancing back at the milkweeds that lowly drooped in melancholy without the swallowtail. The wind drifted through their petals, calling out to her.

At this, Gabriel looked to be a bit relieved. The youngest archangel's face broke into a soft smile after a couple of seconds, and Raphael's eyes ever-so-slightly slanted in inquisition. Gabriel's simper never faltered as he kneeled down in front of the destroyed aster bush.

Raphael watched curiously as his brother began to speak in an upbeat, sing-song tone that was so… Gabriel. He simply turned towards Raphael again with a blinding flash of happily smiling teeth.

"If you say I'm that bad at gardening… then help me replant these! Let's surprise Basil with them when she comes back from her trip!"

A stunned pause ensued on Raphael's end, but never on Gabriel's; His younger brother's essence remained in a harmonizing melody, a sweet positivity radiating from his grace like comfortable currents of summery morning light.

Always so bright. Always so cheerful.

Raphael returned Gabriel's smile.

°•. ✿ .•°

It's silent without Gabriel.

Still. Empty. Void. Overpowering, almost.

And within that silence, thousands of words still seem to be spoken. Shrieked. Wailed. Raphael blindly listens, unaware it's merely a cold reflection of Heaven—of himself.

A muted cry of fear, a tremble of loneliness echoed across space and time. Velvet petals of lull lilac petals mirror the agonized harmony in pity. The aster bush he and Gabriel planted together distantly watches Raphael mourn.

Asters indubitably remind Raphael of Heaven's Messenger—his younger brother, Gabriel. And within the stillness, they remind him of Gabriel's absence.

Lavender beauty blooms quick, and wilts quicker. Raphael replants them every year.

He's counting.

It's as if the flowers hold a piece of Gabriel that Raphael refuses to let go of ever since his baby brother left Heaven. A pout perhaps, or a cheery bliss. A crack of golden morning light within their stamens, a careless dance in the wind. It's all so… Gabriel.

Raphael smiles in their presence, he can't help it.

In Heaven's soil, he plants aster flowers each day in hopes for his brother Gabriel's return.

[killabratzzcherri]

Jealous! Sugar daddy Haitani brothers

part two of three - Rindou Introduction & acquiring sugar baby status

After the day Ran absolutely demolished you at your host club's VIP section private room's couch. Ran made it incredibly specific that no one other than him could be hosted by you. He didn't tell you that, he told upper management, current management, management in training etc all while keeping you in the dark.

Once he had you Ran wasn't going to share you with anyone. But since he kept you in the dark about it, you still had your fun. Ran hadn't been over since then and you decided not to dwell on it. He may have been pretty and knew how to use his cock well but you weren't the type to dwell on a man even when he fucked you till you were dumb off his cock. you met Rindou while helping a trainee hostess. Rindou took one look at you before losing complete interest in the trainee.

That night you wore a Red-colored lace bra top that barely cupped your tits in place with a mini satin skirt.

The red complimented your colored skin tone well and to Rindou you looked like succubus here to tempt him.

Eventually, he shooed away the Trainee using any excuse to get rid of her just so he could go talk to you at the bar.

You sat alone with a cup of Rose in your hand. You looked a little dejected or perhaps frustrated.

He sat on the seat next to you, he looked at your smooth legs. The heels you chose to wear complimented your outfit so well.

what Rindou wouldn't give to just touch you.

"Something wrong?" He asked his tone husky from trying to mask his lust for you.

"Nothing a pretty face like you can't fix," you say in a sultry tone that went straight to his cock.

Rindou didn't fuck you that day but he sure as hell dreamed he did.

Rindou visited whenever he could, he just couldn't get enough of you. He wanted more and more. He planned to risk it all for you, which was so unlike him. He wanted you to quit your job as a hostess and be his sugar baby. He didn't want other men being near you or even looking at you.

He wanted you all for himself, he could imagine himself coming home to that expensive new condo he would buy you and you would greet him in red lace pjs.

The thought of you just fucking his worries away on the couch with your top shoved below your tits and you riding him in a cow-girl position almost made him cum right there and then.

You would come and go into his mind throughout the day interrupting his thought process.

He didn't know that his constant visits would get you in trouble. The new trainee decided to complain to the manager that you had "stolen" their client.

how could you steal something that isn't hers?

Your other co-workers were jealous of you, how could you bag Ran haitani and now had Rindou chasing after you like a dog in heat.

how greedy can you get?

So you couldn't see Rindou again, well not in public which is why you pulled him into your private room where you would "touch up".

It wasn't long before Rindou's tongue was shoved down your throat and with his pants shoved down his thighs his cock deep inside you. Your skirt was shoved up your waist and your legs were wrapped around his hips shoving his cock deeper inside of you.

you didn't want to miss his cock for a single minute.

The two of you were so enraptured in pleasure you hadn't noticed Ran enter the room. Ran looked at both of you fucking each other like animals in heat.

"Looks my bro finally became a man."

Startled you both stop, Rindou tried to pull up his pants and pull out a little but your wrapped legs shoved him inside of again.

" Aren't you being a greedy princess? You already have me, you need my brother too?" He said as he flicked your clit. You moan as Ran rubs your clit and he wraps his other hand on your throat.

"Looks like I have to punish my princess. she couldn't keep her legs closed."

Ran fingers pried open your mouth and trusted his fingers into your mouth

"Hope your ready brat, I'm gonna fuck your mouth."

You had to quit your job after that Ran and Rindou couldn't risk you being whisked away by another person. So you became the Haitani sugar baby, they had bought you a condo and whisked all your things away to the new apartment. Deciding not to give another man a chance to enter your life and get all your attention.

They were childish at heart, but they meant well sadly they didn't tell you all of this and it didn't stop them from getting jealous in the future.

babytrap them

KXKVHDKFJDJSNENGKRJ I LOVE THIS SO MUCH, I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR LIKE ALL 4 EVERS AND I CAN PROUDLY SAY IT WAS WORTH IT. I LOVE YOUUUUU MWAH MWAH

[illjustpretend]

Ok succession medieval au brainstorm time

(Don't come for me about historical accuracy cuz it's confusing and I'm not super interested I just wanna give Tom a sword 🗡️)

So I'm thinking Tom is like head honcho Knight yknow kings guard type. And amusingly I'm thinking Shiv could be like the head of the royal military ie: Tom's boss (again not really accurate since women wouldnt occupy positions like that). Tom is very skilled and he did earn the position but he gets made fun of for serving under his wife. I image shiv would be even more ruthless as a military commander. She assumes that can help her take the throne for herself.

Greg is of course Toms squire since the family just wanted to find a place for him that wouldn't bring shame to them (think those Lannister cousin squires in game of thrones)

Even tho ken is not the eldest son, he's the most ambitious and expects that an exception to the succession order will be made just for him. And Connor flip flops back and forth between being indignant about this and not caring lol. Not sure what kind of position Connor would occupy but everyone would know it was a bullshit job that was "beneath" him. No one is really expecting him to actually take the throne but no one says anything to avoid embarrassing him or the king...

Since ken is serious about wanting the throne, he'd have lots of people always buzzing around him (advisors, teachers, other trainers etc) and he'd be super well rounded in lots of areas. Cue the shady group of close advisors plotting the kings murder...

Having a hard time placing Roman to be honest... And some of the other characters I think kinda just fall into some random high ranking court positions pretty naturally.

A scenario I'm endeared to is Ken having to train in swordplay with Tom and just getting absolutely demolished lmao. Another amusing notion is Greg also training in combat against Tom (since squires are technically meant to be knights when they get older. Like I guess you wouldn't have a squire that old either but I digress)

Anyway if any of you have any ideas to supplement this lovely little au I'd love to hear them! I'm not trying to write a whole thing but I just like some structure in my head for if I make any art I can at least be a little consistent

[pick-em-pool]

WEEK 11

🦃 Happy thanksgiving everyone 🦃 As another football-filled week draws to a close, I'd like us to take a break ⛱ from trying to backstab our way to the $300 💲 and think about what really matters here. That's right, I want to spend this week talking about the things I truly care about: Stuffing and gravy what I'm thankful for 🤩

GABBY - 12 POINTS

Ehhh I've got nothing 🤷‍♂️ JUST KIDDING EVERYONE 😅 there are many things I thank the lord baby Jesus Christ in a manger for in Gabby: recently I am thankful for Gabby's absolutely bodacious body unfailing ability to plan everything for us. If it wasn't for her, I probably would have missed 301 appointments, 183 doctor visits, 29 dinners, 7 vacations and 3 bathroom breaks 🛌

PEYTON - 11 POINTS

I am endlessly thankful for Peyton's phat badonkadonk ability to deal with inebriated short people 🤨 For some reason, all our little Napoleon-sized friends feel the need to challenge 🥂 the Lewistown Legend to a drink-off. They probably are feeling insecure that they are eye-level with his belly button and hope to reclaim their honor 🤺 Thank you Peyton for taking those shots so we don't have to! 🥃

VAL - 11 POINTS

How can I pick just one! 🤔 Val has introduced so many things into our lives!

Mio Margaritas

Bottomless Brunch

Sorentino's Pizza

Appendicitis

Country Music

The New York Jets

The list goes on! And after a stellar 11 point week, she's got a lot to be thankful for as well! 🙏 hopefully she can do a prison-break and escape the bottom tier of the rankings. Remember, she's not a prisoner, she's an incarcerated person - a freedom challenged - a jumpsuit enthusiast

JJ - 11 POINTS

Where would I be without the pickleball champion?!? 🥒 If it wasn't for Jean "The Titanium Knee" Jacques Daigneault I would never have been introduced to the best almost-sport of the 21st century! And who WOULDN'T be thankful if they got to cop a ride in that slick Mercedes 🚗🚗🚗 Although, I have to say that nowadays JJ looks like he should be trading in the sports car for a sleigh and 9 reindeer 🦌🦌🦌🦌🦌--🛷 P.S. I want a pony for Christmas 🙏

LISA - 10

Of course you gotta be thankful for Big Mamma 👱‍♀️ She has single handedly saved me $420,069 in medical bills ever since I moved out of the house 😷💉💉💊 I think I've gotten a little TOO reliant on Lisa's medical advice. Last week I'm pretty sure I called her to see if it was safe to eat asparagus 😑 can never be too careful! Also, a major shout out to all the real ones out their who KNOW their kids are mooching off their Verizon plan and letting it happen. YOU THE REAL MVPS

JANIE - 10

Though she is only in 4th place for the Pick-Em pool, she leads the league in French onion soups made, without a doubt the most important stat out there. I think we all know who the real GOAT is. I'm holding out hope I'm still invited back to Scottsdale, but after all of the pictures I photoshopped her face into, I might be sharing the doghouse with Rocky 🐕🐩🐕‍🦺

ABBY - 9 POINTS

Who isn't thankful for their sisters?! (actually Gabby and Val probably fit that description when they were aged 11-15 👭) I thought having a sister would help me know what's going on in a woman's mind 💯💯💯. As it turns out, I could not have picked a worse candidate for study. To date, I have not met any woman who exclusively wears XXXXXLL sweaters, keeps 3 week old orange fruits in her nightstand, and prefers to have her dates at Buffalo Wild Wings. Buffalo. Wild. Wings. 🤷‍♂️ When I took Gabby to Buffalo Wild Wings for our second anniversary, we almost didn't have a third 😬

RUSTY - 9 POINTS

How could you not be thankful for papa Ziegler! The baron of bourbon is the most 'get 'er done' person since Larry the Cable Guy 👷‍♀️👷‍♂️ My man does enough work for 7 people and still has plenty of energy to demolish us in beer pong 🍻 Even the addition of Enzo wasn't enough to slow him down 💪 after the "Family Dog" turned into the "Parent's Dog"

JULIETTE - 6 POINTS

So much to be thankful for, always grateful for the Arizona Adele 🎙 You know what, because we are in a giving mood this week - I'm going to give Juliette TWO bonus points even though she was FOUR days late 🤨 It's because your commish is just THAT generous (and because Juliette scored 4 points even though she had the chance to cheat 😂) Top 3 most honest people in American history:

George Washington

Juliette*

Andy Dufresne from Shawshank Redemption

*may or may not be a syrup-loving CANADIAN

Anyways, THANKFUL for all of you lovely pick-em-pool players, and grateful to be your Commissioner! 🍂🍁🍂🍁 Until next week everyone!

[thehandsomeasshole]

guardixn-angel​:

Angel had mentally prepared for whatever his reaction was going to be, sure, but that doesn’t stop her from flinching - hard - when Jack just absolutely demolishes the elevator circuitry.

Her gaze flits from the elevator panel, to his face, and finally to his bloodied hand. For once, Angel stays completely silent, not willing to push her luck any further.

Jack followed her gaze, his own eyes resting on his battered knuckles and he let out a huff of breath. He shook the readily bleeding hand, blood splattering across the ground and he took another step back.

"Guess I'm lucky this ain't carpet, huh?"

He turned on his heel, walking up to the edge of the room and sitting down against one of the walls. Stretching his legs out in front of him, he looked to Angel again, a considering expression on his face before he dropped his gaze to the bloody hand resting in his lap.

"You remember what happened when your mom died, kiddo? You were pretty young, I wouldn't blame you if you tried to block it out." Jack shrugged with one shoulder. His tone was calm, almost soft, a violent contrast to the fit of rage he'd just had. "Wasn't your fault. I know that. But it happened."

"Your mom and I, we-..." he let out a breathy laugh, watching idly as more blood dripped from his hand onto the floor. "We fought, before we came to get you. I didn't want her to come. I told her that it wasn't safe and... Your mom was stubborn as Hell, Angel." He looked up to her, a tiny smile on his lips, "Like you are."

"I had to just about hold her back from mowin' that bandit down then and there." Jack let his head drop back against the wall and he let out a low chuckle, "She always did have bigger balls than I did."

"I know she'd hate me for what I'm doing. For- For who I've become." Jack motioned to himself, shaking his head before returning to his previous position, "But I think she'd hate me even more if I let anything happen to you."

He reached up with his clean hand, fingertips trailing along the edge of his mask. "Everytime I try to sleep, I get the same fucking nightmare. Her, bleedin' out in my arms. Nothin' I can do to stop it. Like- Like I'm made of stone. Then, the face changes. Suddenly, it ain't her I'm holding anymore." Jack slowly looked up, teary eyes locking with Angel's and he nodded at her, "It's you."

Jack rubbed at his eyes, laughing quietly to himself as he rubbed the tears away. "Dumb, right? Nothin' more than my mind playin' tricks on me..." he shook his head, sitting back upright, "It shakes me, kiddo. It really, really does. I can't let that happen again. Not to you, baby. Not to you."