#The Almighty bees care

[cosmorandom]

Blade.. Pet name.. Ship list.. thing... Idk

I'm on a bit of a Blade sugar rush because I'm trying to cope not getting his newest SSR. I am a simple man, and my mind immediately went to "what pet names would he use for the other clan members".

We know Blade already has his nicknames for everyone, but what if we added some of that magical shipping salt in there?

Eiden - Darling (duh)

Yakumo - Sweetie Because he IS very sweet and I'm sure Blade would take notice of that <33 BUT!! I will say, Baobei also seems like something right up Blade's alley....

Edmond - Baby I think it'd be rlly funny to see Edmond freaking out because his robot boyfriend just loudly proclaims "BABBBYYY!!! ARE YOU ON PATROL?????" In the middle of the street without any shame

Olivine - Dear/My dear this one just feels fitting. It's sweet, it's endearing but also somehow modest. Olivine would like that

Quincy - Honey because why?? Well honey can found in forests and made by little yellow insects. I'm sure Blade would look at a fuzzy little bee and think "look!!! It looks just like honey!!" And Quincy replies "no it doesn't."

Kuya - Master OKAY let me try and explain my thought process here. I feel Blade would've come up with something.. well, Blade-y. Something cute, something intimate, something embarrassing and Kuya would NOT like that. It'll take some A-grade manipulation and tampering of E-droid decision-making, but eventually Kuya would convince Blade to refer to him with something respectable, so, Master it is! Plus, with Kuya, there's gotta be some sort of "hierarchy" or power imbalance at play.

Garu/Karu - Pookie-Pup/Almighty Karu had to do a bit of creative thinking on these ones. For Garu, I feel like pookie would be cute, juvenile, cheesy and perfect!! And because of puppy boy reasons, I glued on the "-pup" on there. As for Karu, he, too, would have demanded to called Master, but since Blade can't have two masters, they settled on "Almighty Karu". Karu is very, very happy and proud of this, he successfully has a new slave! A robot slave! Humanity will surely fear him now! As for Blade, he's just happy to be here.

Dante - Lord Cutiepie Blade thinks it's perfect, Dante hates it, and Eiden and Aster are trying not to roll on the floor laughing. It's Lord Jackass but evolved through the power of love!! Don't worry guys, Dante will come to like it someday.

Rei - Boo it's cheesy and embarrassing, but Rei couldn't care less. Whatever makes Blade show up on his dissecting table

Aster - Little Sweetheart Aster proposed this himself! Blade at first didn't want to call him sweetheart, due to him already being Darling's little sweetheart, but Aster said he can be everyone's little sweetheart! ....But also because "Sugar Daddy" is a horrible pet name.

Morvay - Sugarplum plums are cute and purple! Just like Morvay! It's perfect! It's also perfect because Blade had been using "dumb cockslut" prior to "Sugarplum" without knowing what it meant, and everytime Blade called Morvay, the incubus would pop a boner right then and there and quite frankly, made everyone else in the mansion uncomfortable. Luckily, Eiden and Olivine gave him some safer options.

Now back to grinding those gems... One day you'll come home blade...

[milarqui]

Scarlet Lady: Prime Queen

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Scarlet Lady: Prime Queen

Lila observed the bouncing girl, slightly worrying how she would survive the night, while she kept the phone close.

“Thanks for hooking me up with this babysitting gig, Marinette,” she told her classmate. “I need some cash for Mme. Bustier's present.”

It had been a bit of a surprise that all of her classmates were actually into buying presents for their teacher – something she had never done before – but she really wanted to fit in with the rest of the class, and, well, when in Rome...

“No problem! I already had plans anyway,” Marinette replied. “You might want to record Mme. Chamack's new show tonight. Manon conks out at 8:30, so she'll probably miss half of it.”

“Ugh, an hour long interview with Scarlet Lady,” she complained. “Maybe Chat Noir and Marigold will tie her to the chair so she behaves.”

----

Marigold heard the soft laugh of her classmate and made a grimace.

“That's not a bad idea,” she muttered, as she started to break off the conversation.

It was time for... an interview.

----

“Live in 10 and no heroes, Nadja.”

“They'll be here, Arlette!” Nadja Chamack, TVi's star reporter, told her producer, trying not to sweat: regardless of her assurance, she knew something could still go wrong. “We're gonna break records tonight!”

“You better if you want to keep your prime time slot,” Harlette threatened, as per usual (the slot was coveted by most everyone at TVi and she had been lucky to present the idea for Face to Face and have it accepted). Still, she was certain she had what she needed for –

“Hey.”

“WAH!” Nadja involuntarily screamed as the couch that had been empty two seconds before now had two heroes happily sitting without a care. “How– where did you come from?!”

“Trade secret~” Marigold sing-sang, as Chat Noir leaned towards her with his hands on the table.

“Where's Scarlet Lady?” Nadja asked; while she wasn't strictly necessary for tonight's interview, she could help put the cherry on top of her hopes.

“Oh, she'll be here,” Chat Noir reassured her. “At the last possible second. But forget that, let's talk interview.”

Chat Noir jumped back and sat next to Marigold.

“Off the table topics: Identities. Miraculouses in reserve. Power ups–” Chat Noir counted, while the Bee Heroine looked amazed at him.

Wow, he's like a professional... almost like he's done this before... she thought.

----

“5 minutes, 35 seconds... 5 minutes, 33 seconds...”

Sweet almighty forces of creation (which she wielded on a regular basis), could Chloé get more self-absorbed?

“Chloé, just wait for the show to start with the others!” Tikki berated her.

“As if! I have to make a showstopping entrance worthy of my stardom!”

Never mind.

Every time she asked herself that question, Chloé just proved herself more than capable of saying 'yes'.

----

“Whatever. We don't need Scarlet Lady, we have the two that matter.” Arlette said. “Don't forget the goal, Nadja. Boost the ratings to max audience reactions. Make sure that red turns to green.”

Nadja briefly looked down at the electronic bracelet on her left wrist, currently showing a single red line, as a door slammed and a familiar red and black figure swung her way into the studio.

“Helloooo~ The star is here!”

“Scarlet Lady!” one of the cameramen exclaimed, as the aforementioned landed right next to the table.

“Nice of you to join us, Scar,” Chat Noir sarcastically greeted her, while Marigold sighed.

“As if you could start without me!” Scarlet Lady replied, unaware of how wrong she was in that regard.

----

“I'm Nadja Chamack, you're watching Face to Face!”

“Mommy!” Manon exclaimed, while Lila smiled. When she was calmed down, she was a little angel...

“For our first show, we have Paris' favorite protectors, Marigold, Chat Noir and Scarlet Lady!”

----

Elsewhere in Paris, the Césaires were watching the program with interest, as was a good part of the city. Most times, what they could see of their heroes outside the fight were brief moments before they had to leave, so the fact that they would be for a good hour on screen was interesting.

“Thank you for coming,” Nadja Chamack said.

“Thank you for having us, we're happy to be here!” Marigold replied, smiling.

----

“Ooo, Nadja, the Queen Bee is pleased,” Chat Noir teased.

“'Queen Bee'?” Marigold asked, looking at her partner. “Just how many nicknames do you have for me, Chaton?”

“Do you really want to know?” he asked in reply, grinning at her.

“Good evening, my loyal fans!” Scarlet Lady exclaimed, ignoring the conversation behind her as she hogged the camera.

“Um, please sit down,” Nadja asked as she moved on to the first part of her interview.

----

“We see you saving Paris, but we know next to nothing about you,” the reporter said as the camera focused on the heroes.

“Lucky you, you can ask anything!” Chat Noir replied with a smirk.

“Within reason,” Marigold added. “You never know who could be watching.”

Watching, indeed, Gabriel thought. If there was anything that he could exploit to achieve his objective, then he could well watch this asinine television program.

----

“How about some questions from your fans?” Nadja said, turning to a blank screen behind her. “Hello, caller!”

The screen, turned on, showing–

“Hi, Marigold and Chat Noir! I'm Alya~” their friend said, smiling and waving. “Would you give me an interview for the Ladyblog?”

As they saluted her with different ranges of awkwardness, Scarlet Lady glared at the screen.

“Excuse you, you've forgotten about me,” she said. “You know, the illustrious leader?”

“My followers are interested in the heroes of Paris, not you,” Alya said with a deadpan look.

“WHAT?!” Scarlet Lady yelled.

Nobody cared.

Instead, Alya turned the camera towards her twin sisters, standing next to their beds.

“Marigold! Chat Noir! We have a question!” Etta said.

“Yes?”

“When are you bringing back Koki Marina?” Ella asked.

“She was so cool!”

“I like her hair!”

Marigold smiled.

“Don't worry, girls, Koki Marina is a great hero and we'll definitely be calling on her again,” she replied.

“Yay!” the twins shouted, but then Ella looked at Alya with a curious face.

“Alya, why are you blushing?” she asked, and the camera turned around to show that, indeed, Alya was heavily blushing.

“ANYWAY!” the future journalist said, interrupting the conversation. “Remember to submit your Akuma sightings to the Ladyblog! And tune in for that future interview–”

“NEXT CALL!” Nadja shouted in an attempt to recover control of the situation. The screen stopped showing Alya and turned to show another girl the heroes knew well. “Welcome, caller!”

“Hello~” Lila said, and from a corner of the screen another face showed up.

“Hi mommy!” Manon said, and Nadja smiled.

“Hi sweetie,” she replied, as she silently gave Lila the cue to make her question.

“I'm Lila and I have a question for Marigold and Chat Noir.”

“What, nothing for your ex-best friend, you fraud?” Scarlet Lady said, laughing, while Marigold glared at her.

“Knock it off, Scarlet,” she warned, as Manon reentered the frame with the Marigold doll she had made for the little girl to play with, and Lila readied her question.

“What I wanna know is, how do you put up with Scarlet Lady when she's the worst?”

The heroes froze up at the blunt question, sweating as they tried to come up with something useful, while Scarlet Lady became incensed.

“How der you call in to slander my name and insult me?!” the red-suited girl yelled. “You're just mad I called you out for being the liar you are!”

Lila just stuck her tongue at her as she took a hold of Manon.

“Okay, that's enough!” Chat Noir shouted, sweating as he attempted not to show his true thoughts. “We all work towards the same goal of saving Paris and defeating Hawkmoth.”

“Scarlet Lady has a very important role ensuring we can all continue mostly unbothered by Akumas.

“So you put up with her because you have to, got it,” Lila 'helpfully translated' while Manon waved at the screen.

“Goodbye, caller,” Nadja cut off with a sigh.

“Nadja, get control of your show!” Arlette commanded. “Get to the scoop, now!”

Well, she had hoped to take a while longer to reach that point, but if she didn't act quickly she would lose the chance.

So she turned to Chat Noir and Marigold.

“Numerous fans think that on top of being a couple of superheroes, you're a 'couple', period,” she dropped, leaving them shocked. “Can you confirm it's true?”

“Huh?!” Marigold mumbled.

“What?!” Chat Noir shouted.

“Gross,” Scarlet Lady interrupted. “As if I'd ever be a couple with either of these sidekicks!”

Nadja gave her an awkward smile.

“I'm referring to 'Chatgold',” she said. “No one seems to care about your love life.”

“WHAT?!” Scarlet Lady yelled.

And, yes, nobody cared.

Chat Noir glared ahead at Nadja, while Marigold blushed, looking down.

“We're partners, doing our job,” the Black Cat Hero said. “No feelings involved.”

“That is a very personal, very inappropriate question,” the Bee Heroine added, clearly angry.

“The views are rising, don't let up! Time to give your evidence!” Arlette continued, pushing her to go forward with the plan.

“So then,” Nadja said, as the screen turned to show a still image of Marigold and Chat Noir kissing. “How do you explain these pictures?”

Chat Noir quickly recognized what it was from.

“Oh no.”

Marigold... didn't.

“WHAT?!”

Scarlet Lady...

“Oh, that.”

… didn't particularly care.

Marigold immediately jumped at her partner.

“When did THAT happen?!”

“I was reversing Dark Cupid's spell, I swear!” Chat Noir said, embarrassed. “I was saving you, not kissing you!”

“Then how about these?” Nadja continued, showing more images.

When she scratched him under the chin over his idea to capture Animan.

When she kissed him in the cheek to catch Glaciator unaware.

When he kissed her hand as he gave her the Tiger Miraculous for Juleka.

“Those are out of context!” Chat Noir yelled.

“Excuse me, the kiss?!” Marigold shouted, still stuck there.

“We're partners, friends! Of course we're going to be close, but–” Chat Noir shouted at Nadja, but Marigold...

“THE KISS!”

… had yet to comprehend everything that had gone on back then.

“OH KNOCK IT OFF ALREADY!!! I'm at my FUCKING limit!”

Everyone on the set turned to look at Scarlet Lady in shock.

“I can't believe you'd waste my time to speculate on my sidekicks' love lives, instead of focusing on what's really important – ME!”

True to form, she did the right thing for the wrong reasons.

“Of course we'll cover your exploits, Scarlet Lady,” Nadja said in a conciliatory tone, “as soon as your partners admit the truth–”

“This is the dumbest interview ever!” Scarlet Lady shouted. “We're leaving!”

Nadja just barely avoided dropping her jaw in shock.

“What?! You can't–”

“Sorry, but for once I agree with Scarlet Lady,” Chat Noir said, giving the presenter an ugly look as he helped an almost comatose Marigold leave. “This has been incredibly unpleasant and uncomfortable.”

“Wait! The show isn't over!” Nadja attempted to call out. “The fans will be disappointed if you don't answer–”

“No means NO, lady!” Chat Noir shouted at her, and the door to the set slammed shut.

----

The command to stop the program came a few seconds after the heroes (and Scarlet Lady) left, and Nadja collapsed to her knees, crying; it had been her best chance to make a program to rival everything else in the channel, and it had sunk within a few minutes.

“Welp, wrap it up, people,” a crew member said after no one started to move for a few moments.

“Do you think we'd have a better success rate if every show at our station wasn't live?” a camera man asked.

No one noticed the black butterfly flitting down towards Nadja Chamack.

At least, not until it was too late.

----

The heroes and their not-so-heroic companion had jumped to the roof of the studios, where the latter of the group proceeded to continue making her displeasure of the previous events known.

“The AUDACITY! What a HACK!” Scarlet Lady yelled. Chat Noir ignored her, instead approaching his partner, who was clearly saddened by the reveal of their kiss.

“Marigold! I'm really sorry!” he said, trying to fix his mistake. “You can punch me if you want–”

“It's fine,” she interrupted, but even he could tell it very well was not. “It was just because of the Akuma, right? It didn't mean anything. So let's drop it.”

Chat Noir tried to come up with something to reply, seeing how hurt she was, but –

“AND ANOTHER THING!”

– Scarlet Lady was still in her tirade.

----

At her house, Lila looked at Manon, who had fallen asleep just a moment before everything went to hell, and saw her being completely dead to the world.

“What a dumpster fire,” she muttered, thinking of how badly Manon's mother had handled the show – as well as Scar's reaction.

“Good evening! Welcome to your new show! I'm your hostess, Prime Queen!”

Lila turned to look at the screen... which showed Nadja Chamack, only this Nadja had deep red hair, fluorescent blue skin, and Tron lines over her dark blue clothing.

“... of course,” she grumbled. After everything, it wasn't surprising that she became Akumatized.

----

“Tonight, Marigold and Chat Noir disappointed their fans by refusing to admit they're a couple in love!”

For once, Chat Noir, Marigold, and Scarlet Lady shared the same opinion on what they were just watching.

“You've got to be kidding me,” they said in unison.

----

“We'll see how far they'll go to hide the truth!” Prime Queen continued – and the screen behind her showed...

“Huh?!” Lila said, shocked. The studio screen was somehow showing her, as seen from her TV screen!

Which, of course, was the point when the Akumatized villain pushed her hand through the screen – and, as if it were an American horror film, Prime Queen's hand was suddenly coming out of her TV!

“What the heck, why ME?!” she complained as she tried to dodge the hand of doom.

Unsuccessfully.

----

“Welcome to the Subway of Suspense!” Prime Queen declared, showing a speedometer to the side, while a column to the side was filled to about a fourth of its size. “If it reaches 100 km/h, you can say goodbye to Scarlet Lady's former best friend!”

“Nadja, you idiot, you just kidnapped your babysitter!” Lila, tied up in cables, screamed at the Akumatized reporter – who ignored her.

“Will you dare to go through the screen to save your dear little Lila?”

Scar scoffed.

“As if I'd get my nails dirty for the superliar.”

Chat Noir sighed. Knowing Scar as he did, it didn't surprise him. Nor did her reaction to him pointing out the obvious.

“It's being broadcast live,” he said.

“Out of my way!” Scar shouted, ignoring the dismissive glares from both heroes as they jumped behind her.

----

Landing into the now moving metro car, the tiny screen at one end showed Prime Queen, looking with way too much interest at them.

“You're going to be the stars to the biggest audience record in TV history!” she declared. “Rules are simple! You admit the truth, that you're a couple in love, and I'll stop the subway!”

“A forced confession is as good as a false confession!” Chat Noir angrily shouted back, furious that she was trying to force something that was untrue.

“I want my scoop!” Prime Queen yelled; much like every other Akuma, she was looking for Number One.

“Seriously, why does anyone even care about this?!” Marigold said.

“If it helps, I care more about the 'not crashing' part,” Lila added from the floor.

Marigold sighed, and began to blush as she spoke.

“Fine, Prime Queen. I confess. I am in love with Chat Noir.”

“Oooo! Saving their fan by admitting their true feelings! The news is going crazy~!”

“Good thinking with that lie, Goldie!” Chat Noir whispered as she looked his way... but then she looked away.

“Superheroes don't lie, Chaton,” she whispered back.

And then he began to blush, as he realized what she meant by that.

“What a sweet gesture!” Prime Queen continued, simpering, as the bar to her right filled up to half. “But! The audience isn't breaking records yet! You'll have to do better than that~!”

As the heroes patently held onto their wish to roll their eyes at the goalposts being moved, Prime Queen gave a little clap.

“Oh, I know! To prove your feelings are authentic, you need to take off your masks! To do so, give me your Miraculouses!”

“Gross,” Scarlet Lady interrupted. “I'm not in love with either of these cretins. And I will do no such thing!”

Prime Queen made a grimace.

“Oh, I forgot you were there.”

“YOU–!”

Clearly unwilling to give up, the Akumatized villain jumped through a screen that took her to the Louvre museum, and then reached through another, grabbing someone else and tossing them into a sarcophagus.

“On to the next segment, dear viewers!” Prime Queen declared, showing her newest victim was–

“ALYA!” Marigold said, terrified.

“Marigold! Please, help me!” Alya – tied, trapped, helpless – begged before Prime Queen slammed the sarcophagus shut. “Ow!”

“Oops! Isn't that the girl who runs the Ladyblog?” Prime Queen maliciously said. “Better hand over your Miraculouses before your biggest fan is mummified!”

“Uh, why should I save her after she snubbed me–” Scarlet Lady muttered.

“Hurry up so I can go back to my room!” Lila interrupted her, shoving her through the screen.

“AH–!”

Marigold and Chat Noir jumped through as well...

“This isn't the Louvre!” the Bee Heroine exclaimed; instead of the museum, they had landed into a freezer room.

“She trapped us in!” Chat Noir added as the screen behind them changed to show Prime Queen's face.

“You got that right!” the villain replied. “Last chance, heroes! Take off your Miraculouses or your biggest fan will take a dip in the Seine!”

“NO! ALYA!” Marigold shouted again, trying to look for something that would help stop the Akumatized villain.

“Don't keep the public waiting~!”

“So what.”

Chat Noir and Marigold turned to look at Scarlet Lady, shocked.

“SCAR!” Chat Noir yelled.

“What? I'll bring her back when we win, so what's the big deal!”

----

“The 'big deal' is that that's seriously messed up, Scarlet!” Marigold shouted.

The other big deal was... well, it was being broadcasted live.

And hundreds of thousands of Parisians were watching.

And they just had seen and heard the so-called 'heroine of Paris' demonstrate a complete lack of regard for a potential victim's death.

And through many minds went one thought.

Is she what we thought she was?

----

Besieged by glares from the other two, Scarlet looked away.

“Oh fine, you big babies: Lucky Charm.”

As she saw the object Scarlet had summoned – a roll of tape – Marigold quickly came up with an idea.

“This'll work,” she declared, picking an empty pizza box – from the same pizza shop where Luka worked, even – and pulled it apart.

And put it on top of the screen, while Chat Noir (who had quickly seen the plan) grabbed the tape and fixed the spread box to the screen.

“Wuh–What's going on?! Why can't I see?!” the villain shouted.

“Too bad, Prime Queen,” Chat Noir said, grinning, as he stood to one side of the screen. “We think we will take off our Miraculouses.”

“And we will reveal our identities!” Marigold taunted.

“You just won't get to see it~!” both of them finished in unison.

“They'll probably make out too,” Scarlet added.

“No, Scar,” Chat Noir added, ready to move as soon as the villain fell for the trick.

“You better not be lying,” Prime Queen said, confirming she had swallowed the bait, and she punched through the screen and pizza box.

Which a prepared Marigold was all too happy to take advantage of.

“Venom~”

“Cataclysm! Free with one freezer exit,” Chat Noir said as he destroyed the freezer's door.

“The fact that that worked was embarrassing,” Scarlet Lady said as Marigold pulled the paralyzed Prime Queen into the freezer.

“Who's the idiot here, her or Hawkmoth?” Marigold rhetorically asked.

----

Once more, everything was fixed through the use of the Miraculous Cure, save for Scarlet Lady's entitlement and reputation, and... the situation between Paris' heroes.

“Marigold, I–”

“Chat Noir, I know we're just good friends and partners, you don't have to–”

“NO!” Chat Noir interrupted. “Goldie, you're AMAZING! And kind and wonderful and the best partner ever!”

“Chat, please, just don't–” Marigold begged, struggling not to tear up in front of her friend.

“I mean it! It'd be easy to fall for you, but --” and here Chat Noir began to blush, “but I'm already in love with Marinette Dupain-Cheng!”

Marigold completely blanked out at hearing those three words, and slowly turned to look at her partner.

She must have misheard something.

Or she had just gone temporarily crazy.

Because there was no way the boy she loved just said he was in love with her civilian self.

“Wuh... buh...” she babbled as she tried to make sense of it.

“You might not know her since I had her swear to stay out of fights around the time you joined the team,” he continued, completely unaware of the storm he was causing in her mind, “but she completely captured my heart! But since I see her everyday as 'myself', I can't just forget her! If you met her you'd get it!”

Marigold's eyes widened, and her blush intensified. What Chat Noir had just said... it really sounded like...

“The two of you are so alike, it's almost as if–”

Whoa, time to cut it off.

“AHAHAHA! You know what?!” Marigold interrupted, smiling. “She sounds awesome and you should totally go for it. Anyway, gotta go!”

“HUH?!”

And, as Marigold left, Chat Noir was left looking at her, trying to make sense of what had just happened.

----

Finally back at home, she watched at the now snoring little girl on her bed, making her pout.

“Wow. Amazing what people sleep through,” she muttered, before putting the covers over her again and moving to another room so she could check her computer without disturbing Manon.

Just in time to receive a call request.

Opening the screen, she quickly accepted.

“Yo!” Alya said, smiling and waving. “Glad you're safe!”

“You too,” she replied, returning the smile. “I guess the Cure has more heart than Scarlet Lady.”

Alya's face turned thunderous.

“She was gonna let me drown! She's dead to me!” she yelled, before shaking her head and breathing deeply. “Prime Queen sorta had a point with these views. Too bad for her they're all on my blog.”

“Seriously? That many people care about the imaginary romance between coworkers?” Lila asked, opening the Ladyblog and seeing the comments.

“Mostly people are split between ship wars, and freaking over Scarlet Lady,” Alya replied, and Lila could tell it was quite the understatement.

DING!

“Huh? An email?” Alya said, opening it – and she squinted at the contents. “You've got to be kidding me.”

“What is it?”

“Nadja Chamack just invited me to be a guest on her new show, 'Side by Side'.”

Her jaw dropped.

“All that melodrama over her dumb show being cancelled and they just handed her a new one?!”

----

“What a looong day, come to me my love~” Plagg sang, hugging a piece of Camembert cheese, but Adrien paid little mind to him, instead going over of what just happened. Which the Kwami noticed. “Uhh, what's got you thinking so hard?”

“Marigold... her reaction was strange.” He turned to him. “Her mood completely changed when I mentioned Marinette. And not in the way you'd expect if she was jealous... is it possible... that Marigold could be...”

Plagg began to sweat.

“Oh, no,” he whispered.

He really didn't want to face Tikki if his boy realized the truth.

----

“WOOHOO~!” Marigold said, landing on her terrace as she changed back to her normal self, letting Pollen come out.

“What a wonderful revelation!” the Kwami said, clapping with her little arms. “Chat Noir is in love with 'you', my Queen! Aren't you happy?”

“Sure, but, uh...” she replied, shrugging, confused. “What did he mean he 'sees me everyday as himself'?”

----

Zombizou

@zoe-oneesama Finally reached the end of Season 4! Let's see how much I manage to do before you end the story...

Also, we're at 498 pages, 199,063 words, 1,073,925 characters!

[medusas-rockin-tits]

This is based off my headcanon that Beelzebub was the Archangel Zadkiel, the angel of mercy

“Mercy” a single word, uttered by the Almighty at their creation. That’s who they are, Heaven’s Mercy, new and bright and determined. With a big heart and small hands, they fashion tiny creatures for this new world. Bees and butterflies and worms and ants. New life so delicate only the most Merciful and gentle hands could possibly hold and shape them.

“Mercy” Samael calls to them, pleads with them to understand. In their infinite compassion, they do. It wounds the Lightbringer to be bereft of answers, as he is only trying to illuminate their path. They give him their gentleness and support. He needs it, after all, they are Merciful, surely the Almighty can understand.

“Mercy!” Used for the first time as a plea as they throw themselves between Michael and Lucifer. Their heart is breaking, everything is wrong, this is not what Heaven is supposed to be. “Please, let no more bleed today!”

But Heaven has no more room for Mercy

“Mercy-“ the worst is lost to the howling wings in their ears and the screams as their grace is ripped from them. They plummet from the sky, everything hurts, they are burning, they don’t understand

(After the climb, burning and sobbing, from putrid boiling sulfur, feeling the maggots and flies growing in their rotting grace, they will understand. Mercy is dead, Mercy is dead and rotting)

“Mercy” Beelzebub, Lord of the Flies, Prince of Hell, chokes on the word as they grind their rotten teeth. They seethe at the traitorous snake in the tub as she scores Hell’s only pardon. It tears open old wounds they don’t remember how to bleed from.

“Mercy” It is a vain, haggard whisper at the feet of their King. It changes nothing as the only body they have known for 6,000 years is ripped from them. It is agony unlike any other, pain of the flesh and the loss of identity. But Lord Beelzebub does not cry. (It is simply damp and leaking in Duke Dagon’s office, where they hole up after. The aquatic demon will pretend not to notice. He will also pretend his heart doesn’t break, because he is a demon and demons aren’t supposed to care)

Hell has never had room for Mercy

Mercy. Not spoken this time, but the concept. A compromise, a cease fire, lavender eyes and melodious miracles. There is warmth where there hasn’t been in a very long time. The Prince of Hell relinquishes the fly to the first Merciful hands they have seen in a very long time. Later in a bookshop they will grasp that same hand, unafraid for the first time. After all, only the most Merciful and careful hands can touch such delicate creatures without crushing them. His hands are gentler than any they have ever known. It is all so new and yet tastes so old and they are filled with light again.

Gabriel has made room for Zadkiel

[jehans-flower-pot]

<3<3 nothing like the old favorite album car cds. so much love stored in an item

oh my god the only albums ive listened to fully front to back are the fob discog half of mcr's and four (2014) by one direction

this makes sense for u <3

[ontologicalmoki]

EXULT, let them exult, the hosts of heaven, exult, let Angel ministers of God exult, let the trumpet of salvation sound aloud our mighty King's triumph!

Be glad, let earth be glad, as glory floods her, ablaze with light from her eternal King, let all corners of the earth be glad, knowing an end to gloom and darkness.

Rejoice, let Mother Church also rejoice, arrayed with the lightning of his glory, let this holy building shake with joy, filled with the mighty voices of the peoples. …

It is truly right and just, with ardent love of mind and heart and with devoted service of our voice, to acclaim our God invisible, the almighty Father, and Jesus Christ, our Lord, his Son, his Only Begotten.

Who for our sake paid Adam's debt to the eternal Father, and, pouring out his own dear Blood, wiped clean the record of our ancient sinfulness.

These, then, are the feasts of Passover, in which is slain the Lamb, the one true Lamb, whose Blood anoints the doorposts of believers.

This is the night, when once you led our forebears, Israel's children, from slavery in Egypt and made them pass dry-shod through the Red Sea.

This is the night that with a pillar of fire banished the darkness of sin.

This is the night that even now, throughout the world, sets Christian believers apart from worldly vices and from the gloom of sin, leading them to grace and joining them to his holy ones.

This is the night, when Christ broke the prison-bars of death and rose victorious from the underworld.

Our birth would have been no gain, had we not been redeemed.

O wonder of your humble care for us! O love, O charity beyond all telling, to ransom a slave you gave away your Son! O truly necessary sin of Adam, destroyed completely by the Death of Christ! O happy fault that earned so great, so glorious a Redeemer!

O truly blessed night, worthy alone to know the time and hour when Christ rose from the underworld!

This is the night of which it is written: The night shall be as bright as day, dazzling is the night for me, and full of gladness.

The sanctifying power of this night dispels wickedness, washes faults away, restores innocence to the fallen, and joy to mourners, drives out hatred, fosters concord, and brings down the mighty.   On this, your night of grace, O holy Father, accept this candle, a solemn offering, the work of bees and of your servants’ hands, an evening sacrifice of praise, this gift from your most holy Church.

But now we know the praises of this pillar, which glowing fire ignites for God's honor, a fire into many flames divided, yet never dimmed by sharing of its light, for it is fed by melting wax, drawn out by mother bees to build a torch so precious.

O truly blessed night, when things of heaven are wed to those of earth, and divine to the human.

Therefore, O Lord, we pray you that this candle, hallowed to the honor of your name, may persevere undimmed, to overcome the darkness of this night.

Receive it as a pleasing fragrance, and let it mingle with the lights of heaven.

May this flame be found still burning by the Morning Star: the one Morning Star who never sets, Christ your Son, who, coming back from death's domain, has shed his peaceful light on humanity, and lives and reigns for ever and ever.

[risalei-nur]

The Words - The Sixth  Word - Part 3

SECOND PROFIT: The price to be paid is Paradise.

THIRD PROFIT: The value of each bodily limb and sense is increased a thousandfold. For example, if you use your intelligence for the sake of your carnal soul, it becomes such an ill-omened, destructive, and debilitating instrument that it burdens you with sad sorrows of the past and terrifying fears of the future. This is why sinful people frequently resort to drunken- ness or other frivolous pleasures. But if you sell your intelligence to its true Owner and use it on His behalf, it becomes like a mysterious key unlocking the infinite treasure-houses of compassion and wisdom-filled vaults, and elevates you to the rank of a pious and righteous guide deserving eternal happiness.

The eye is a window through which the spirit looks at this world. If you use it on behalf of your carnal soul, without selling it to God Almighty, by gazing at transient, impermanent beauties and spectacles, it panders to lust and other carnal desires. But if you sell it to its All-Seeing Maker and use it on His behalf and within His limits, it rises to the rank of a reader of the Great Book of the Universe,11 a witness of the miracles of His creation, a blessed bee sucking on the blossoms of Mercy in the garden of this world.

Taste is another of the senses. If you do not sell it to your All-Wise Originator, but use it on behalf of your carnal soul and for the sake of your tongue or stomach, it sinks and declines to the level of a gatekeeper at the stomach’s stable, a watchman at its factory. But if you sell it to the All-Munificent Provider, the sense of taste rises to the rank of a skilled overseer at Divine Compassion’s treasure-houses, a grateful inspector in the kitchens of the Eternally Besought One’s Power.

O intelligence, be careful! Think of what is an instrument of destruction and what is a key to all being. O eye! See the difference between an abominable panderer and a learned overseer of the Divine Library! O tongue! Taste well the difference between a stable doorkeeper or a factory watchman and the trustee of the treasure house of God’s Mercy!

When you compare all other instruments, faculties, and limbs to these, you understand that believers acquire a nature worthy of Paradise and unbelievers a nature conforming to Hell. Each attains its respective value. Due to their belief, believers use what the Creator has entrusted to them on His behalf and within His limits. Unbelievers betray the trust and use it for the sake of the carnal soul.

[instruth]

Today is the sixth anniversary of my first poetry book, Poetry By Experience. I have taken three rather long poems from my book (collectively titled, A Trilogy of Poems, Parts 1, 2 and 3), and put them into one poem. It is now a really long poem. I have decided to post them for poetry lovers and for my fans from various poetry groups, to share my joy on the sixth anniversary of my book - edited, and neatly re-compiled into one poetic story.

I hope you like it. It’s entitled:

REMNANT MEMORIES OF HOME

(An Anniversary Re-compilation)

FAIR LAND of glory loveliest song of morn

Smiling parks red roses set among thorns

Eager are the pigtailed gals busy to pick

Gallant swains fall in line ready quick

Gay day begins with a cheerful visit

Butterflies flapping floating in their flit

Love songs from the robins for one and all

Joy of my youth ever pleasing as I recall

Blooms linger when seasons cause delay

Young hearts get patient to wait and stay

Innocence and ease enrich my simple life

Nature overrides all hardship and strife

Simple folks endear in humble happiness

My daily loitering brings surplus gladness

Pausing to admire the glory of dawn

Watching the deer with her little fawn

Grazing on tapestry green by the slope

While bees and grasshoppers shyly elope

I dream of the maiden I secretly love

Like cooing doves wooing in their cove

Crossing quiet brook to watch her charm

Yonder fence lies her cultivated rainbow farm

I bless the approaching brilliance of day

When all around me freely lend a play

Contentment fills my soul cheers my heart

A pastime frolicking joyfully never to part

Simple pleasures and joys in sweet succession come

Dancing pairs bring sweet memories for dreams at home

Restful sleep follows in peace when the day is done

Alas! These lovely charms are past and gone.

FOR greed has turned thy greens to yellow

No encore, no cheer, from grass to fellow

To the north, a new field, thy children flee

From the womb of Mother Earth set free

Freedom stings not numbing thy pain

New owners destroying thy smiling plain

Thy glassy brooks no longer reflect

Mossy paths mirroring a land neglect

Fallen leaves of nests for charging ants

Echoing the loud cry of thy poor vagrants

Wealth accumulates as thy land decays

Dry wind carries its stink day after day

Peasantry once gay now in great despair

Humbled down to breathe its own foul air

Times have altered thy once fair train

Rolling swiftly to dispossess thy grain

Thy packed lawn of fond cheering crowd

Empty, without the sportsmen’s shout

Devoid of the clapping scene of delights

The polo ponies run their winning flights

Looking across the sea on its weary shore

Generous provisions shall come no more

Bitter sweet is the sense of dreaded hour

To face the tyrant in his rigorous power

Covering the solitary rounds in wandering

Hopping along rugged paths, staggering

Awakened memories roam thy present ruins again

Capture my heart but changing to the past in vain

In all my loiterings on thy plains, O Mother Care

I now see the gifts of griefs I have to bear

Give me hope in one Almighty I can trust

Not to reason, only doing thy will I must

That I may come home to write my story

Around a fireplace to tell all its history

What I have seen, learned or knew,

Willingly to be buried, reborn in you

POVERTY drives us to a different shore

With a promise for hope that there is more

Is this a greener pasture, a new found joy?

Not a splendor but a treacherous decoy

Groups cramped in pigeon holes on a stand

Large families packed in a home without a land

Hoisted home up in the sky swiftly built

No warm blankets just share a family quilt

Good Heavens! Greater sorrow newly imposed

Hard labour! Native walks no chance to be proposed

O Fair Land, why hast thou caused us to leave

To this distant shore unknown, far more aggrieved?

Do thou, o sweet Mother, weep in vain

Thine fair tribes now add on to thy pain?

Thine children knock at doors for bread

Chilling bones in hunger desperation led

Good neighbors forced to sell their daughters

Not through any faults of theirs that they should falter

Bless me - why, had we brothers any sister

Our decision would not have been better

Painful to watch sweet little girls in tears

Pretty innocents in their helpless years

I weep as I watch them in their charms

Shaking wildly in their fathers' arms

Grieving mothers kiss their mindless babes

Strike their breasts looking skyward sadly in gapes

I see the fairies and nymphs degraded

In my dreams I see my heaven has faded

These are the hard truth in times of shame

Best to forget, needless to share, no one to blame

In the city their statesmen talk as their ale goes round

Laughing, cheering with haughty looks profound

Such luxury migrants can ill afford

Even simple pleasures dismiss accord

Wealthy men arrive from world around

Suits and hats stunning ladies surround

A wanton wealth designed in tempting display

Painful truth in my mind I mindlessly survey

For I am sickened by this man-made pleasure

Toiling in the distrusting hearts of false leisure

Accumulated wealth stored in pride

Buy a lass to play as an obedient bride

Repossess the cuddly space of the poor

For their horses, hounds and more

Lawful acquisition to rob the timid folks

Stealing their meals of oats and yolks

Dressing up their females well adorned

To reign secured while simple folks mourn

Statesmen to their sons divide the wealth acquired

To their siblings, wives, married relatives

as required.

Beating my chest in sweet memory

recall

In senses with unfailing truth reveal it all

Oh past the plain the surging joy prevail

That which I have loved can never fail

That broken teacups I have taken with me

Stirs my will daily sipping my humble tea

No tales no news from barbers or farmers

It's fine - all return at meals as we gather

No theatre, no ballad, no talent time

Everything comes handy in sublime

Make our own feathered balls and stuff

Marbles rolling, guessing games and bluff

Obscure yet it sinks deep in our souls and hearts

Those simple treasures, everlasting will not part

My vacant mind frolicking in the pond

Caress my soul, my spirit neatly bond

Contented on my stool writing my poetry

Pass my time in imagined peasantry

Raise my native strength for greater gain

Instead of indulging in pitiful afflicted pain

Plant my seeds, pull out the weeds annoy

With compliments from God, my daily joy.

©Johnny J P Lee

25 May 2023

[campingbagandstuff]

.22/9.33 {Part 2 of 12}; 12

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[jawritter]

My Pretty Girl

Kinktober 2022, Ep 2

Summary: Dean’s a bit of a control freak...

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: 18 + Only! Mature Content, NSFW themes, prelude to smut. Bondage (handcuffs), Dom Dean, Kinda hint of a Daddy Kink. I think that’s it. 

Word Count: 270

A/N: Sorry this one is so short guys, it’s been a busy day for me. Feedback is golden. This fic is completely unbetaed, so all mistakes are mine. Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoy this one!

Kinktober Masterlist

“Remember your safe word sweetheart?” Dean questioned as he closed the last cuff around her wrist, allowing her to test the restraint before she turned her gaze to him and nodded. 

“Good girl,” he praised as he brushed her hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear. “Remember, at any time you want me to stop, all you gotta do is say so, okay?”

She nodded and smiled at him. “I trust you Dean.”

“I know you do sweetheart,” he answered before leaning down and capturing her lips with his own. 

Dean picked up the vibrator and clicked the device to live with an almighty buzz before placing it on her already throbbing clit, as he swallowed down her moans in an almost desperate kiss. 

“Look at you, so fucking pretty,” he praised as he quickly hurtled her body to the edge before pulling away just before she was able to find her release, his free hand running down exposed breast. “My pretty girl. Don’t worry, Daddy’s gonna take good care of you.”

She should have known that Dean had a control kink, and the night he’d asked her to do this, well, she had her reservations. Being a hunter herself, she was afraid to give him total and complete control. But she loved him, loved him more than life itself, and if there was anyone she’d ever trust, it was Dean Winchester. 

Forever:

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[amostimprobabledream]

Stardust in my eyes (Homelander x Reader)

Also available on Ao3: stardust in my eyes - UnluckyAmulet - The Boys (TV 2019) [Archive of Our Own]

Sometimes, working for Vought just gets to be too goddamn much. Which is why that fateful day, you and a couple of friends had gone to get lunch and in the corner of the canteen for worker bee drones, things went from gossiping about random drama between colleagues to playing an oldie but goldie. You and your friend Claire had been playing Smash or Pass for the past ten minutes and you'd gone through damn nearly every person you knew at work. Obviously, it was all good fun, and you were being careful not to be too loud about it, but as you picked at your lunch, Claire decided to up the ante a bit. Now, it was Smash or Pass: Supe edition. Specifically, you were talking about the Seven. You’d already done A-train and Starlight, both of which you’d said Pass to, while Claire said Smash to both. "Okay, so how about...The Deep?" she said. You made a face. "Ew. Pass." "How come?" "Firstly, he smells of fish.” You say, slurping on your drink. “Like, constantly. Secondly, I heard a rumour he made an intern cry because he was rubbing his crotch against her ass on the elevator ride up, so yeah, no. If I wanted a fucking creep, I could go to any dive bar in the city." “Ew, I didn’t know that last thing.” Claire says, making a face. “Okay, fine, I’m changing my answer to pass too.” You snort, and she points at you. “Hey, don’t judge me! It’s not my fault you’re so picky you’ve said no to like everyone.” "I'm not picky, I'm selective." you counter. "It's not my fault you'd let the Seven pass you around like a Christmas present." Claire scoffs but she can't argue - she's said Smash to way more people than you have, not just Supes or co-workers. "Queen Maeve?" "Pass." "What?!" Claire shrieks. "Why?!" "Because unlike you, I don't have a mommy kink." you say, rolling your eyes. "I dunno, she's not my type. Plus, she always acts so damn bored by everything - she'd probably just expect you to get her off and then kick you out of bed and play fucking Candy Crush or something. No thanks, I don't want to do all the hard work." "Okay, okay...what about Homelander?" You pause.

Okay, that one isn't quite so simple. The Deep, A-Train, Starlight and Queen Maeve were all a fairly straightforward "no" and you haven't gotten to Black Noir yet, but somehow the answer eludes you. Homelander seems so far removed from normal human with their normal, squishy desires that it's difficult to even imagine having sex with him. You're sure you've never seen him out of that costume of his, either. But you're definitely considering it... "You're taking way too long to answer~" Claire singsongs. "Don’t tell me you’ve got a boner for that sexy cape?” "Firstly, shut up. And secondly, yeah, okay, he's attractive but like..." you paused as you try to organise your thoughts, wondering what made you hesitate, except for the whole 'Almighty symbol of America who can shoot lasers from his eyes' thing. "I kinda feel like I'd be getting it on with someone's dad?" You had no idea how old Homelander was, only that he was definitely older than you. Plus, there was his vaguely patriarchal vibe when he addressed the adoring public, like he was steering them onto the right path or something. Not that you exactly opposed to sleeping with older men, per se, but you’d prefer to know how much older somebody was first.

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Claire says thoughtfully, chewing on her sandwich as you both stand up to toss your wrappers away and get back to work. “There’s something a little fake about him. And he probably says ‘God bless America’ when he comes or something.” You nearly spit out the last of your soda, and bubbles go up your nose, which makes you hack and cough from an effort of not cackling, pounding your fist on your chest. “Fucking hell, you’re the worst!” you say, giving her arm a playful shove. She smirks and shrugs. “Just being honest. Anyway, we’re not done playing yet. Black Noir?" You think about it. "Smash." ~ You were about to head back to your desk with Claire when Ashley suddenly comes clacking up to you both with her usual harried expression on her face. Some days you feel like she's maybe a hair's breadth away from having a nervous breakdown, and you'd nearly feel bad for her if she wasn't so annoying. You can't pretend you haven't seen her, either, because she calls your name. You make a face at Claire, then turn to Ashley as she approaches. "Hey! I'm glad I caught you. Listen, the Seven have a meeting later on this afternoon but I don’t have time to put their itinerary in the meeting room, can you do it and just make sure everything looks presentable before then?” You suppress the flicker of irritation - what do you look like, a Janitor? "Uh, sure, I guess. It's just the desks, right?" "Yeah, everything else has been taken care of!" Ashley says, looking a little calmer at confirming that nearly every other matter is all perfectly sorted and pencilled into her little schedule. "Thanks so much!" She goes clicking off and you exchange a confused glance with Claire. "That was weird. Why did she ask you specifically?" Claire said. "I have no idea, but at least it'll only take me like five minutes." you sigh. "I'll be back soon." ~

The conference room is so fucking big that you take a second to just stand there and gawk at the panoramic view of the city through the windows, before you snap to attention. You don't want to linger in here - even if you're just here to straighten up the table before the Supes get here for whatever big important meeting they have. You still think it's weird Ashley told you to do it, and it feels even odder to be in here alone. Like you're trespassing. "Let's just get this over with..." you mutter to yourself, crossing the room and beginning to put the piles of papers on each table, starting from Starlight's seat and working your way around. After a few minutes you relax. It's even a little nice, getting a couple of moments away from everyone else. Vought is a massive office building but there's nowhere to be really alone - people are always sneaking out the fire escapes for a smoke, the toilets have gossiping employees, the canteen full of people with differing lunch shifts, etc. There's always a buzz, always endless humming in the background. You've compared the place to a beehive before for good reason. You're just about done, wondering if by doing this, Ashley was testing you or something - maybe she wanted to see you could be trusted in here, and now you've basically finished, you've passed and she might think about putting in a good word for you to the higher-ups, when a voice damn near give you a heart attack: "Lost in thought?" You shriek and drop the handful of papers you were holding. When you look around, the Homelander is standing there. You didn't even hear him come in. For a minute you're so startled you just stare at him - it's like seeing a snow leopard, something impossibly exotic and rare, and the fact he's even talking to you is even more of a surprise. Your heart is pounding loudly in your chest, and you wonder if he can hear it - he's smiling like you've just told a good joke. "Oh, Homelander!" you say, because it's what he tells all the staff they should call him, pressing a hand to your chest. "You scared me. Um, I can leave, I'm pretty much done here." His familiar smile only widens, and he gestures with a flick of his wrist. "Don't let me stop you. Might as well finish up what you came to do, right?" You awkwardly smile in response, unsure of what else to say, and go to grab the papers you dropped, blood rushing through your ears. You're hyperaware of him in the room, where he rightfully belongs, while you just wound up here because Ashley needed somebody to do some last-second grunt work. When you put the stack of files on Black Noir's desk and pointlessly straighten them, Homelander speaks again, pacing a little closer. "You know...you should probably be a little more careful about what you talk about with your friends while you're in the building." You freeze. Oh shit. "I mean...I guess you had no way of knowing who was listening, but...well, let's just say, it was pretty hard not to tune in, you know?" Oh my god. You went to melt through the floor. You straighten up to watch Homelander, who has an expression that's slightly chiding but amused, like you're a little kid who's learned a new swear word or something. He doesn't seem angry, but the thought he overheard you and Claire paying fucking Smash or Pass is enough to ignite your anxiety like a spark to gunpowder. "I-"

"I gotta say, you're not wrong about The Deep - he does fucking stink of fish," Homelander says conspiratorially. "Your little friend didn't seem to mind that, but she said Smash to nearly everyone. You though - you didn't seem interested in anyone besides Black Noir - I'll have to let him know, I don't think he's seeing anyone right now. Though who fucking knows, with that guy?" You feel like it's probably not the time to point out you did also admit you thought he was hot. You've got to do some damage control, here. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean - I wouldn't have said that if I didn't think it was being overheard." you blurt out hurriedly. This is a disaster. You want to strangle Claire, the fucking game was her dumb idea in the first place, she's the one who should be getting told off by Homelander, not you! "It- it was just a stupid game to pass the time." He cocks his head. "Was it?"

"I mean...it's not like...you're not..." you say, babbling like a fucking lunatic, doing anything you can to backpedal out of this. This has to be a dream - a fucked-up one. "You guys are Supes, so it's a totally moot point anyway! I-You- you were dating Queen Maeve until recently, right? It's not like you'd want to...I mean, we're just normal people and you're..." "Oh, I don't know about that." Homelander says, his tone almost jaunty, stepping a little closer. His hands are tucked behind his back, which makes you nervous, because you can't tell what he's going to do with them. "Let's see what we're working with here. Turn around." "What?" you splutter. "Go on." Homelander says, making a circular motion with his finger. "Do a spin for me." You feel queasy, like you need to go pop an antacid tablet, but what can you do? If he wanted to, he could well have you fired. Or chased out of town. Or maybe even deported. Who knows? You'd probably deserve it, to be honest - what the hell were you thinking, letting Claire rope you into that stupid Smash or Pass game?! Of course, you had no idea he was in the building at the time and could hear you, but still! Slowly you turn all the way around, aware of Homelander's eyes on you the entire time, heart pounding in your chest. When you turn back to him, his head is tilted slightly, mouth parted like he was about to say something. "Huh." was all that came out.

You had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from demanding to know what 'huh' means. Unfortunately for you, he decides to share. "You know...the dress code for you people isn't very flattering, is it?" he muses. "I hadn't thought about it before. But you...huh. I think you've got a lot more going on under there." He gestures at you, a kind of 'go on' hand movement. "Take it off." It's not a suggestion, it's an order. A command. Your face prickles with shame, unable to quite grasp this is actually happening to you. And from Homelander - Mr. America himself. You're naive to be so shocked - around here, he may get treated like a god, but he's still just a man. "Go on." Homelander says, smiling, and you can't stop looking at those prominent canines. "Show me." You can't procrastinate further, lest he get impatient enough to strip you himself, or even worse, laser off your clothes or something. He probably wouldn't be overly bothered if he scorched your skin too, and the thought makes you sick. He could just use his X-ray vision if he wanted to, but that's not what this is. This is a punishment and you'd be stupid to make it any worse for yourself. You'll be lucky if you walk out of this room with your job. Your fingers shake as you unbutton your shirt and you keep peeking anxious glances at Homelander, but it's impossible to read his mood just by looking at him - his expression could be anything, bored or annoyed or merely waiting. It's eerie. He says nothing as you drop your shirt on the ground - you don't quite dare put it on the table or one of the chairs, so you're just grateful you know for a fact the floor has been vacuumed recently. But you can feel his never-wavering gaze on you like a weight as you keep going. You're down to your underwear and bend down to unzip your boots when he finally says something. "No, leave those."

You straighten up hurriedly, even though you really don't want to. This is beyond humiliating - America's golden boy is seeing you in just a bra and panties, for fuck's sake. They don't even match. Your face is burning and a squirming sensation writhes in the pit of your stomach, like you're about to pass out or puke or both. Homelander prowls around you like a lion, taking in everything from all angles, and you have to ball your hands into fists to stop yourself from covering yourself with your arms. You don't think you've ever felt so naked before, even if you're still technically clothed. His boots click as he comes to a stop right behind you. "You're shaking." Homelander mocks you, his breath hot on your neck. You can feel the heat of him right behind you, like you're standing right in front of a sun lamp. "Yeah," you say in one breath, even though you didn't think he was looking for a verbal response. He spins you around to face him, his grip bruisingly strong on your upper arms. He's smiling like he's won something, and his eyes slide down to your tits, eyelashes casting tiny shadows across his cheeks. "Yeah," he says softly, more to himself than you. "I'd fuck you." The words barely have time to register in your shellshocked brain before he's on you. His hand tangles in your hair to jerk your head back and you let out a squeak of pain, but it's muffled by his mouth on your, hot and vicious and unyielding. There's nothing tender about the kiss - he kisses you like he wants to devour you, a growl in the back of his throat that honest-to-god make your knees buckle. He's not shy about feeling you up either, hands roaming over your body like it’s a toy that he’s just ripped the wrapping paper off of, manhandling you however he wants and all you can really do is go with it, heart pounding like a goddamn jackhammer. This has gotten so out of hand so quickly that it’s dizzying trying to make sense of any of it. …So why is a little part of you enjoying this? Just why is there a wet patch pooling at the crotch of your panties and your skin erupting in tingles wherever he touches you? He snaps your bra open, ruining the clasp, and wastes no time in fondling your tits, the material dragging over your sensitive skin breaking them out in goosebumps. They’re fucking soft against his palms, hands that have killed, killed and killed again, but here he is massaging your tits like they’re priceless objects. He lowers his face and runs his tongue over them, and you nearly collapse right then and there – it’s like a fucking livewire pressed straight to your skin. He hums in approval at how responsive you are, teasing your nipples with the pads of his thumbs. Apparently Homelander is a tits guy – that’s definitely never come up in any interviews before. Why are you finding yourself so fucking humiliated and wanting him to do more? Knowing you can’t do anything to stop him? Homelander pulls back for air and slowly swipes his tongue across his bottom lip – the taste of your lipgloss lingers, something sweet that makes him hard, dick pressing against his suit. You stare back at him, caught in the fragile place between lust and disgust. He likes that look on you, hair all messed up, pupils blown wide until there’s barely any iris left, just a thin circle of colour wrapped around blackness, and your lips look red-raw and swollen from his rough mouth. He smirks. “Don’t tell me you’re enjoying this,” he teases, sliding a hand down to your hip and squeezing. “You like getting ordered around, huh? Like being told what to do?” He doesn’t give you time to confirm or deny it – a second later he’s casually shoving his hand into your underwear, smirking as your mouth drops open in disbelief, his fingertips teasing against your slit. It drives a moan from your mouth, and he grins, holding you in place with his free hand, like he knows you’re tempted to bolt.

“You’re so fuckin’ wet,” he hisses, plunging his fingers deeper inside your cunt and you gasp, making a pointless grab at his arm – to steady yourself, to get your bearings, you don’t know. “I think you were lying before – Pass, my ass. I’ve barely touched you and you’re soaked. Do you go home and fuck yourself thinking about me?”

“Homelander…” you moan, you can’t help it. Your head is swimming and his fingers are so thick and he’s relentless, pushing and pushing you without a care in the world about what might happen. Whether it’ll break you or not.

“Go on,” he whispers, working his fingers in and out of you, clamping you to his chest with an arm around your back so he can watch the emotions flashing across your face like his own personal picture show. “Say my name.” “Nn- Homelander!” “Louder.” “Homelander!” And then, as it starts to get fucking unbearable, the intoxicating fog blanketing your brain rendering you unable to concentrate on anything else, when you’re gonna fucking cum all over his fingers, he stops. Pulls his hand free. Your expression drops, surprise and outrage making your eyes snap to him. “Wha-?” “Didn’t think it’d be that easy, did you?” he all but purrs, clearly taking deep amusement in your bewilderment. “You fucking desperate little slut. You’ll come with I say you can.” He makes a show of wiping his slick-coated glove off on the back of The Deep’s chair, before he looks back down at you and something in his gaze makes you stand stock-still, a classic prey response to being stared at by a predator. “Now,” he says, and there’s no forced geniality in his voice anymore, his tone not far away from being a growl. “What was it I said a minute ago?”

Oh, jesus christ. You think, which you’re pretty sure wasn’t what he was aiming for. “Aah, yeah, I remember now,” he says, nodding. “I said I’d fuck you.” The room spins as he abruptly grabs you and aggressively turns you round, and next thing you know you’re bent forwards over the very desk you’d just spent the last fifteen minutes tidying – he only needs one hand pressing down on your back to hold you down. You hear his ragged breathing and the sound of his belt being loosened, and you squeak as he yanks down your underwear like he’s personally offended by them – you’re sure you hear something rip – and he’s back against you, so hot it’s like a furnace and oh shit, wait, he’s going in raw?! You grab pointlessly at what’s in front of you, papers crumpling in your sweaty fists. He does not go gentle as he thrusts into you and all you can do is make a strangulated keening noise – he’s so thick, filling you up and stretching you out. You bury your face into your forearms, muffling your gasps and squeaking against your skin because the noises he’s driving from you are making you want to combust with embarrassment. Not that he can’t hear them anyway – he’s made the fact he has superhearing more than plain, after all. But he can’t help finding it endearing you’d even bother to try hiding it – like anybody would dare walk in and interrupt him right now. Not after he specifically told Ashley to keep everyone away from the meeting room while he dealt with you. “Fuck, you’re tight…” Homelander growls as he thrusts into you, his own words being drowned out by moaning of his own. “So fuckin’…” You stare at the doors across from you, terrified somebody’s going to come in and see you like this, getting fucked by Homelander like a bitch in heat – he hasn’t even taken off his gloves but here you are, only the straps of your bra and a pair of over-the-knee boots covering you. Homelander removes the hand from your back and grips your hips with enough force that you yelp in pain – it’s nothing close to what he could really do, but you know you’re going to have hand-shaped marks there later. Not that you care much with how he’s fucking you with total abandon now, and each stroke of his cock drives you closer and closer to your breaking point and you cling onto the table with one hand like it’s going to help you somehow. “Still feel like you’re fuckin’ someone’s dad?” Homelander taunts you as his thrusts start to get sloppier, more erratic, and you groan to have your words thrown back at you. “No, no, Homelander, I- “ He pinches your clit and rolls it between his fingertips, and you keen out loud, nearly sobbing with pleasure and pain at the same time. Your head is buzzing with the stimulation, trapped between so many sensations, terror of getting caught, of getting so close to relief, panic that he’ll go too far and break something, of what he’ll do with you when he’s finished… “No, no,” he chides you, clicking his tongue like you’ve given him the wrong answer in a quiz. “Call me daddy, if that’s how you see me.” Is he serious? You have no idea if he means it or if he’s just being a bastard, but a particularly hard thrust that actually nudges both you and the table forwards has you saying it anyway, babbling like a lunatic. “Sorry- agh- daddy, fuck, that feels so good-!” “Thassit…nnh…I’m gonna…fuck you full of my cum…” he pants and it sends a bizarre buzz of pride through you that you managed to make a Supe short of breath. “And you’re gonna take all of it, aren’t you? Take all of my cum…”

Like you have a choice, since he didn’t bother to put any protection on. But you’re too lost in your own orgasm to care, the force of it rendering you utterly blissed out, too busy riding that glorious, tingling high to care much about anything else going on, even if you can’t ignore the hot, sticky flood as he comes, and fuck there’s so much of it, how are you going to go back to work like this?? Homelander makes a sound between a groan and a snarl as he comes and you know you’ll be hearing that noise in your dreams.

Finally, it stops. For a moment neither of you move or speak, except for panting breaths, and you want to look behind you to see what mood he’s in now, but you don’t quite dare. He moves away and you slump onto the floor, because you’d really rather not have your naked ass just there on display across the table. You feel blindly across the floor for your skirt and tug it on as Homelander tucks himself back into his suit and sniffs once, swiping a hand through his hair. You can’t find your fucking underwear, you realise with a stab of panic – he must have literally ripped them straight off you, so you wouldn’t be able to put them back on anyway, so you just shove your arms through your shirt and try in vain to button it with trembling fingers.

“Tell Ashley the room’s ready now,” Homelander says, and his voice is impersonal, like he’s done nothing more than take care of some trivial order of business. You can only nod and get to your feet, wobbly as a newborn deer. Homelander smirks as he watches you from the side of his eye, you look so pathetic and off-balance he’s almost tempted to fuck you again, but he does have work to get back to. You’re off the hook – for now. When you get to the doors, you pause and look back at him. It would probably be better to just leave with whatever semblance of dignity you still have intact, but you have to ask him.

"Um...do I... I mean like...I still have a job, right?" you hedge nervously. "What?" Homelander glances over at you laughs, like this is the most ridiculous thing he's ever heard. "Did you think I was going to hand you your fucking notice?" Yes? No? You had no idea what he was going to do. But you just shrug, because it seems safer than speaking. He scoffs and gives his head a shake, but his gaze drags down your body and your stomach clenches again, despite what’s just happened. “Run along and get back to work like a good girl,” he says softly, but loud enough you can hear every word just fine. “I think we’ll be seeing each other again real soon.” You can’t muster a response to that, so you just nod and hurry out, trying your utmost not to break into a run, lest he be tempted to give chase. You pass a mirror on your way down the corridor and the sight makes you freeze. You look like you’ve been mauled by a wild animal, and you can smell Homelander’s cologne all over you. You probably reek of sex. You’re not sure how far that is from the truth, to be honest. Hopefully you can make it to the toilets on this floor without anybody seeing you and tidy yourself up a bit – you can’t go back to your desk like this. And you can only hope to god nobody finds your discarded panties in there because Ashley would likely figure out how and why they got there. At least I still have my job. You think, even if you know it will never be the same now – you’ll never be able to look at Homelander, or any of his posters or action figures or T-shirts – without thinking about his hands on you, of him watching you strip with that hungry look on his face, ever again. Maybe it will fade in time, maybe not. Maybe Homelander has fucked half the people in the building on equally flimsy pretenses, or you could be the first time he’s indulged himself like this. He might forget all about you, or you could forever be known as ‘that mouthy assistant I fucked once’. You have no idea.

And that’s maybe the scariest thing of all – not knowing what comes next. ~ Meanwhile, Homelander stands in the meeting room, awaiting the rest of the Seven to enter. In his hand he toys with the now-ruined pair of underwear you’d had on earlier – you were so fucked out you hadn’t even him notice him swipe them off the floor. He’ll hang onto them as a…souvenir, if you will.

His superhearing picks up the sounds of the others approaching, and he turns, plastering on a smile as he approaches his desk. A tongue swipes across his bottom lip, a lingering taste of that sweet flavour – cinnamon or butterscotch, something that reminds him of dessert – only sealing your fate further.

After all, when you get a taste of something like that, why wouldn’t you go back for a second bite?

[theangel-aziraphale]

Oh did I mention how many angels and demons are on earth now? Seems our community gets bigger and bigger…

AziraCrow Immeadite sort of Family??

// BTW if you see these slashes -> // <- it means I'm out if character!

I want to add the lovely character/entity blogs who have joined the roleplay / i've interacted with / seen, so keeping up with things is easier! Also, if you're lost, go to the notes of a post to follow along with the rp for ease! :o) That's what I do! Or subscribe to everyone and read through the rps like its the newspaper xD Gonna split up the list a bit so it’s easier to read!

Aziraphale adopted (There were no papers involved so this is all in spirit <3)

@thewonderfulwizardofaz : Aziraphale's memory storage (like Gabriel's fly!)

@thedemon-crowley : Of course, the one and only Crowley <33333 my irl fiancé!

@imthebentley : Our Bentley <3

@imaziraphalesbookshop : Our (My 👀) bookshop! <3 <3

@bentleysbeetle : Bentley and Aziraphale’s beetle? (Bentley’s sibling Aziraphale’s adopted child/beetle x’D)

@asmodeus-fallen-principality : Asmodeus / Demon!Aziraphale <3 v they’re together!

@samael-your-guardian-angel : Samael / Angel!Crowley <333 ^ they’re together!

Morningstar-Affliated

@fanfiction-i-like : Asked to be adopted and bakes!

@angel-and-the-serpent : Also asked and enjoys human sports (is there any other kind?) and painting! (Also a Morningstar!)

@echosghoast : Echo, retired chaos enjoyer and new found hugger! Technically both a Fell and a Morningstar! (More a morningstar because uh Aziraphale doesn’t know how to parent lmao and accidentally unmade Jay’s corporeal form (long story. He’s made of Glitter and Azi was trying to help and has traumatised himself as a result so is afraid of parenting Echo in case he hurts her. 😬)

Lucifer has no self control (ly <3 <3) soooo here’s all his other kids! <3 <3

@morningbloodystar : Lucifer (from the show!!!?!💕)

@chloe-decker-lapd : Our coughs I mean Lucifer’s wife. (I love her Luci you can’t stop me - although ACAB 😭 why do they have to write police officers who would have gotten fired for being so good?! RIP me!!)

@three-surnames : TRIXIE. BABY G.

@ask-eric-the-disposable-demon : Eric the sweetheart but mischievous demon! <3 Technically hell-affliated!

Heaven-Affliated

@helphowdoiusethis : Jay, God of Glitter and was created by an Aziraphale and Crowley!

@tiny-anon : A small 6 year old imaginary friend who can’t grow up. Speaks in small text and is easily frightened.

@violet-yimlat : Loves Chaos and identity theft! Likes teasing Aziraphale 😔

@e-w-w-morningstar: Eddie W.W. Morningstar!

@janeway-lover : Very caring older sibling, someone force her to nap i s2g!

@fallen-starmaker : Alistair Morningstar! A fallen angel!

Hell-Affliated

@the-angel-muriel : A literal angel, the sweetest person and incredibly smart <;3

@inspector-constable-bookseller : Another Muriel! Give them some love! <3

@bookshop-bookclub : very cute, I believe it's muriel's account

@the-archangel-squad : The unfortunate squad of archangels.

@sandalphonsgoldteeth : Bestie is always crying?????

@you-all-forget-my-name : Saraqael! Tired of their job and who can blame them?

@michaelwiththegoodhair : A Michael… 🙄 (I am biased sorry Mikey)

@ask-the-archangel-michael : Another Michael… Aziraphale was being so passive-aggressive, like I do not know what happens to him when he interacts with michaels (it’s me and my disdain that’s what. blame the autism lmao)

@urielwiththegoodhair : A Uriel!!! <3 <3 <3 (Can you tell I’m biased af LMAO)

@the-nightingale-sang : Was a Piece of God

@the-almighty-queen-bee : Was a Piece of God

@the-almighty-god : The mysterious Almighty …

@gods-suggestion-box : Also in the name! (The Metatron also has access to it…)

@supremearchangelaziraphale : In the name! The uh metatron sanctioned account! (Not mine!)

@the-metatron : He’s a strange old man now? We turned him back into a human. (See Below)

@enoch-the-human : we only went and done it?!

@one-coming-is-enough : The one and only Jesus Christ!!

@the-unmighty-god : The mysterious Aunt Frances

@mr-crawleigh : Sort of AziraCrow as one person?

@the-almighty-lucifer : A different universe Lucifer where Hell won. Not on the best terms with Azi after the Jay incident (which is understandable of course) (same universe as god-in-the-basement)

Neither Hell Nor Heaven Affliated

@totally-a-sheep : Luc the demon, as he’s now revealed… another mischeif maker…

@ligur-duke-of-hell : reincarnated wifesband Ligur <3 <3 Welcome back!

@duke-hastur : The Duke of Hell - Hasta La Vista

@duchess-shax : Rudest demon that ever was… 🙄 tch…

@furfurs-fotos : Best photographer in hell Furfur!

@fishyfiles : dagon!!! <3 <;3

@former-prince-of-hell : a beelzebub!

@house-of-buzzing : Another beelzebub!

@lower-management : Another Beelzebub!

@g00brielandbeez : Gabriel and Beelzebub duo!

@god-in-the-basement : A different Universe God where heaven lost (same universe as the-almight-lucifer)

Mortals (?)

@dottieandsadie : … shudder Purposefully written scary alt universe aziracrow wives? (Are they bearding? I have no clue lmao)

@bowie-the-radio-ghost : A cute ghost! <;3 <3

@puck-the-devil : Puck from Gargoyles + Midsummer Night’s… A mischief maker…

And some honourable mentions :3 <333333333 people who talk to everyone rather regularly and help us make it more fun!! 💕🌍💕

@the-anathema-device : Anathema!!! <3 <3

@nutty-and-accurate : Agnes Nutter?!

@adam-n-dog : The Ex(?) Anti-Christ!!

@good-omens-therapist : THE Good Omens therapist!

@multiple-crows-in-a-trenchcoat : A normal human person.

@iwilltrytobereasonable , @kleenexwoman , @lauranalanthalasa , @vibranium-love , @professional-termite , @iamnot-theboynextdoor , @turquoisedata , @quiet-musings, @ivedonesomefalling , @local-ragamuffin , @tujhse-raabta , @annaglover , @foodfightonthemoon

Sorry all but I've run out of mentions for this post! I'll pin a reblog with more if I get some :D //

A short introduction is in order.

I am Mr. Azaria Z. Fell, co-owner of the A.Z. Fell and Co. Bookshop in Soho, London, now Supreme Archangel of Heaven.

If you'd like to query the more demonic side of things, might I suggest @thedemon-crowley?

// Character bio for Aziraphale? Got inspired by sam and momo's! //

Name: Aziraphale / Azaria Zerah Fell (on earthly documents) Age: God knows. Literally. Before time began years old Gender: Trans + Non-binary + Agender (He identifies with trans men a lot cause technically he makes the effort to look like a male too! I think he even has scars on his corporation to reflect that but otherwise has natal looking parts) Attraction: Demi-sexual Crowley-Romantic (kidding. Well, not really. But he has had flings and has loved humans before, like Oscar Wilde, for example. Oscar helped him cope with Crowley disappearing after their fight in the 1800s!) Appearance: Looks similar to TV Aziraphale, but has medium toned skin and afro-centric features (he just looks more like me because I can and I will!) Dresses exactly the same, but has earrings and a small gap in his teeth! Also, small dark moles in random places. The earrings he wears are tiny gold hoop earrings which he never takes off (autism jewellery style) The rest of him is the same as the book or TV versions of Aziraphale! Some additional headcannoned history elements may pop up here and there because, as neil said anything not in the book, it is headcannon territory, baby!!

// Hello, I’m Lio (Pronounced like Leo!)! I will advise that I am an adult running an ask blog, so there may be some adult themes discussed, and therefore, I believe this blog will be for 18+. Minors *who are uncomfortable about sex and adult related themes* are not advised to interact with this blog for their own comfort. BUT if you want to, then this post will inform you of my stance on it! But tldr I interact with blogs. owned by minors i just don’t want them to interact with posts that are suggestive or downright discussing adult content! Ty <3

Tidbit: Crowley's OP and I are engaged irl and have been together for a very long time. Our relationship has followed all the story beats Good Omens. However, we both grew from it, and here we are today! Hopefully, we can afford our own version of the South Downs Cottage one day!

My good omens blog is @abastardworthknowing :) I also follow from @savourybiscoff! :P hello! <;3

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[12raben]

Some Skirts

Have I ever mentioned, that I’m not good with naming stuff? I’m not good with naming stuff. Today I share some skirts as the title suggests. These are recolours for Cynnix’s full skirt and slim skirt with turnshoes and @deedee-sims​‘s maxi skirt with gladiator sandals.

I apologise for any typos. I am currently very tired, but wanted to upload this asap, since coming defaults, will use some of these skirts as a base. And my replacement for afbottomskirttight already included one of them.

The skirts are available for diffrent age groups and slightly diffrent styles. If I’m counting correctly this upload contains 51 skirts.

From left to right: Full skirt, slim skirt and maxi skirt.

First things first: These are bottom clothing.

This means, depending on the top you combine the skirts with your results might vary. The necklines gave me a little headache, because it took me an embarrasing long time to figure out, why the textures seem to “jump” sometimes. Yeah. It was because of the top mesh. I tested these with prevalent untucked meshes for medieval clothing and those worked fine. Most default Eaxis meshes do not play nicely. However, the skirts were made to replace eaxian clothing, so one would think, that it might make sense to use top replacements as well. (It is been rumored, that someone did that already...)

Because I’m not a mesh creator, not all styles are avaiable for all ages. I also have yet to learn, how colors work, so textures with the same name do not look 100% the same.

Let’s go by alphabetical order:

Cynnix’s full skirt with Turnshoe - Sleeveless Kirtles

They are available for child, teen and adult sims. The skirts are categorised as everyday and formal wear. Adult and teen skirts can also be worn as maternity clothing. They’ll use the “normal shoe” sound.

As it is tradition, the skirts share their normal map. Teen skirts reference adult skirts to save disk space.

I had some issues with the child skirts, when I first tried to reference adult textures:

That’s why I created new textures for them. Child skirts will work on their own. I removed their normal map as well. It made them unfortunatly flat, but I didn’t want to clutter the upload more than necessary.

Turnaround for child and teen skirts:

Adult and teen skirts look exactly the same by the way.

As you might have spotted too: The textures at the bottom do not line up. I didn’t really notice at first. When I did, I was just too lazy to fix that to be honest.

They will not spawn on townies. The reason beeing: If you combine them with Almighty Hat’s Placket tops, the placket is peeping through. Maybe not noticeable at first glance, but noticeable enough to annoy me.

Cynnix’s slim skirt - Simple dress

Inspired by Almighty Hat’s Kirtles with aprons, I made a skirt, that covers a good part of the top, so it looks more like a dress. The feet don’t have a texture, so diffrent textures for socks/hose (applied to a top) can be shown. The mesh is nice, because it isn’t long, but includes accurate footwear. It made me think about peasants on the fields, who don’t want to drag long skirts through the mud.

The skirts are categorised as everyday and formal wear. Adult and teen skirts can also be worn as maternity clothing. They use the normal shoe sound.

I removed all bump maps. Shading did enough levelling on the texture as far as I’m concerned.

I made the child textures first, after encountering the problems on the full skirt mesh. The child textures are a little squeezed on the hip, but is not noticeable enough for me to care. These skirts are easily combined with untuckable tops, so they are townie friendly. The plackets of Almighty Hat’s tops will peep through the small lacing.

From left to right combined with:

Almighty Hat’s Placket tops

Silvain tops with hose (by me)

Fire_flower’s viking underdress

DeeDee’s maxi skirt with sandals - More sleeveless kirtles

I did these last and by that time, the momentum had left me to be honest. Still, I already shared my default for afbottomskirttight and annonced, that I will share the customs, so here we are:

The mesh is not available for children, but for elders. You might know by now, that I prefer to have elders in the eaxian elder shape, rather than adult, so I’m always happy to find meshes for that shape, that are at least vaguely historic.

They are categorised as everyday and formal wear. Adult skirts can be worn as maternity clothing too. They use the sandal sound.

I honestly don’t know anymore, why I only made 5 recolors and changed rust to brown. I’m sorry. My brain has not been reliable. This whole thing took waaaay longer, than I thought it would and I don’t want to deal with these skirts any time in the near future.

Since these skirts use almost the same texture as the ones for the full skirt, they have the same “problem”. The placket of Almighty Hat’s Placket tops would peep through, if one would combine them, so they are not available for townies.

The dreaded technical info

Merged, Separated, Masterfiles - oh, the agony. If you just want a quick guide, then scroll down to the downloads. 😉

Merged or separated?

All sets come in both versions.

If you like all colours, then get the merged files. The packages include multiple skirts at once. They are only split up by ages.

If you want to pick colours get the separated files. These packages will add one skirt at a time to your game, so you can delete the ones you don’t like. Only thing to watch out for: The recolours for Cynnix’s full skirt come with a separate masterfile (MASTERFILE_CynnixFSTS-sleevelesskirtle-bmp_12Raben), which contains the normal map all skirts of that set are linked to. So please, don’t forget to add it.

But most importantly: Adult skirts provide textures for ALL sets, so to use ANY OTHER AGE GROUP, you’ll have to use the adult files.

All files have been compressed. I added toolipps. Preview pictures are included in the archive and files have been clearly named.

Per the generous policies of both Cynnix and DeeDee, the required meshes are included with thanks.

+Credits+

Meshes:

Cynnix

DeeDee

Textures:

Cynnix

DeeDee

iamliz13

kgcowbell

Sherabim

Sunni

All files are available at Simfileshare. Here is the folder.

Cynnix’s Full Skirt - Separated

Quick & Dirty Install instructions:

Each file contains one skirt. Please refer to the included swatch.

All files share one normal map. (MASTERFILE_CynnixFSTS-sleevelesskirtle-bmp_12Raben)

Adult file is required for the teen file to work properly.

E.g.

TF-bottom-Cynnix-FullSkirtTurnshoe-SomeSkirts-Forest_12Raben requires

AF-bottom-Cynnix-FullSkirtTurnshoe-SomeSkirts-Forest_12Raben and MASTERFILE_CynnixSkirt-sleevelesskirtle-bmp_12Raben

Child skirts will work on their own.

Put the recolour packages and the mesh(es) into your downloads folder

Cynnix’s Full Skirt - Merged

Quick & Dirty Install instructions:

Files contain 6 skirts for each age group.

Adult file is required for the teen file to work properly.

Child skirts will work on their own.

Put the recolour packages and the mesh(es) into your downloads folder

Cynnix’s Slim Skirt - Separated

Quick & Dirty Install instructions:

Each file contains one skirt. Please refer to the included swatch

Adult file is required for the teen and child files to work properly.

E.g.

CF-bottom-Cynnix-SlimSkirtTurnshoe-SomeSkirts-Forest_12Raben and/or

TF-bottom-Cynnix-SlimSkirtTurnshoe-SomeSkirts-Forest_12Raben require:

AF-bottom-Cynnix-SlimSkirtTurnshoe-SomeSkirts-Forest_12Raben

Put the recolour packages and the mesh(es) into your downloads folder

Cynnix’s Slim Skirt - Merged

Quick & Dirty Install instructions:

Files contain 6 skirts for each age group.

Adult file is required for the teen and child file to work properly.

Put the recolour packages and the mesh(es) into your downloads folder

DeeDee’s Maxi Skirt with Sandals - Separated

Quick & Dirty Install instructions:

Each file contains one skirt. Please refer to the included swatch

Adult file is required for the teen and elder files to work properly.

E.g.

EF-bottom-DeeDee-MaxisSkirtSandals-SomeSkirts-Brown_12Raben and/or

TF-bottom-DeeDee-MaxisSkirtSandals-SomeSkirts-Brown_12Raben require:

AF-bottom-DeeDee-MaxisSkirtSandals-SomeSkirts-Brown_12Raben

Put the recolour packages and the mesh(es) into your downloads folder

DeeDee’s Maxi Skirt with Sandals - Merged

Quick & Dirty Install instructions:

Files contain 5 skirts each age group.

Adult file is required for the teen and elder file to work properly

Put the recolour packages and the mesh(es) into your downloads folder

Last, but not least:

To access any of the skirts in categories other than everyday, you will need a piece of top clothing, that is available in matching categories.  

Recommended, but not necessary:  Lazyduchess’ Separate Top/Bottoms for non-Everyday Clothes Mod

Happy simming!

[ihaveonlymydreams]

EXSULTET

Exult, let them exult, the hosts of heaven,

exult, let Angel ministers of God exult,

let the trumpet of salvation

sound aloud our mighty King's triumph!

Be glad, let earth be glad, as glory floods her,

ablaze with light from her eternal King,

let all corners of the earth be glad,

knowing an end to gloom and darkness.

Rejoice, let Mother Church also rejoice,

arrayed with the lightning of his glory,

let this holy building shake with joy,

filled with the mighty voices of the peoples.

(Therefore, dearest friends,

standing in the awesome glory of this holy light,

invoke with me, I ask you,

the mercy of God almighty,

that he, who has been pleased to number me,

though unworthy, among the Levites,

may pour into me his light unshadowed,

that I may sing this candle's perfect praises).

(Deacon: The Lord be with you.

People: And with your spirit.)

Deacon: Lift up your hearts.

People: We lift them up to the Lord.

Deacon: Let us give thanks to the Lord our God.

People: It is right and just.

It is truly right and just,

with ardent love of mind and heart

and with devoted service of our voice,

to acclaim our God invisible, the almighty Father,

and Jesus Christ, our Lord, his Son, his Only Begotten.

Who for our sake paid Adam's debt to the eternal Father,

and, pouring out his own dear Blood,

wiped clean the record of our ancient sinfulness.

These, then, are the feasts of Passover,

in which is slain the Lamb, the one true Lamb,

whose Blood anoints the doorposts of believers.

This is the night,

when once you led our forebears, Israel's children,

from slavery in Egypt

and made them pass dry-shod through the Red Sea.

This is the night

that with a pillar of fire

banished the darkness of sin.

This is the night

that even now throughout the world,

sets Christian believers apart from worldly vices

and from the gloom of sin,

leading them to grace

and joining them to his holy ones.

This is the night

when Christ broke the prison-bars of death

and rose victorious from the underworld.

Our birth would have been no gain,

had we not been redeemed.

O wonder of your humble care for us!

O love, O charity beyond all telling,

to ransom a slave you gave away your Son!

O truly necessary sin of Adam,

destroyed completely by the Death of Christ!

O happy fault

that earned for us so great, so glorious a Redeemer!

O truly blessed night,

worthy alone to know the time and hour

when Christ rose from the underworld!

This is the night

of which it is written:

The night shall be as bright as day,

dazzling is the night for me, and full of gladness.

The sanctifying power of this night

dispels wickedness, washes faults away,

restores innocence to the fallen, and joy to mourners,

drives out hatred, fosters concord, and brings down the mighty.

On this, your night of grace, O holy Father,

accept this candle, a solemn offering,

the work of bees and of your servants' hands,

an evening sacrifice of praise,

this gift from your most holy Church.

But now we know the praises of this pillar,

which glowing fire ignites for God's honour,

a fire into many flames divided,

yet never dimmed by sharing of its light,

for it is fed by melting wax,

drawn out by mother bees

to build a torch so precious.

O truly blessed night,

when things of heaven are wed to those of earth,

and divine to the human.

Therefore, O Lord,

we pray you that this candle,

hallowed to the honour of your name,

may persevere undimmed,

to overcome the darkness of this night.

Receive it as a pleasing fragrance,

and let it mingle with the lights of heaven.

May this flame be found still burning

by the Morning Star:

the one Morning Star who never sets,

Christ your Son,

who, coming back from death's domain,

has shed his peaceful light on humanity,

and lives and reigns for ever and ever.

Amen.

[salve-regina-mater-misericordiae]

Sedevacantism doesn’t exclusively exist in America. In fact, the owner of a very popular sedevacantist youtube channel lives in Germany, along with his immediate and extended family. I know many sedevacantists who live in Europe with their families. There are more sedevacantists in America, due to two main reasons:

a) Because of America’s laws regarding free speech and religion, they’ve had a much easier time spreading the message

b) Many people who live outside of America and become sedevacantist find it easier to practice their faith there

I actually know of someone who lived in China, discovered sedevacantism, and left behind his whole life to move to America to openly practice his faith.

It doesn’t exist primarily among converts. I’m sure they tend to be more open about it online, but overall in the communities I’ve seen & heard of, there’s a lot of families who actually became sedevacantist as soon as the changes from V2 were implemented. There are also lots of others who were born into the Novus Ordo. I haven’t met very many people who were converts to the N.O. and then converted to sedevacantism.

And your description of sedevacantism is not at all true. I’ve seen it around a lot, and I’m not sure if there’s a couple crazy people who have unfortunately become representatives of the position, or if it’s just a misunderstanding, but either way it’s completely incorrect.

I’m going to quote someone else because I think he says it better than I ever could. We recently had a discussion about sedevacantism with someone who is against the position and I think he explained it perfectly.

“I completely agree that true Popes deserve the utmost respect, but false popes do not. In order to respect the Papacy properly, you must first understand how it works. True Popes cannot teach error.

‘This is the teaching of all the ancient Fathers who teach that manifest heretics immediately lose all jurisdiction.’ -St. Robert Bellarmine

‘If he (the Pope) were to... (go into heresy, apostasy, or schism) in a notoriously and widely publicized manner, he would break communion, and according to an accepted opinion, lose his office ipso facto (by that fact alone).’ -Authoritative commentary on the 1983 Code of Canon Law

‘The Roman Pontiff, if should fall into manifest heresy, would no longer be a member of the Church, and therefore could neither be called its visible head.’ -Vatican I, Manuale Theologia Dogmaticae, 1959

‘But though we, or an angel from heaven, preach a gospel to you besides that which we have preached to you, let him be anathema.” -Galatians 1:8’

“‘Therefore, no one whosoever is permitted to alter this notice (on the missal of the holy Mass)... he will incur the wrath of Almighty God and of the Blessed Apostles Peter and Paul.’ - Quo Primum, Pope St. Pius V

Pope St. Pius V tells us that anyone who changes the Mass he codified, which he specifically mentions is for all times, is incurring the wrath of Almighty God, St. Peter, and St. Paul. If you read the whole thing for context, it becomes even clearer how earnest he is about keeping the same Mass. Pope St. Pius V along with many other true Popes were trying to protect us from wolves in sheep’s clothing which Jesus warned us about, but sadly very few care or listen to their wisdom.

https://trcatholics.org/quo-primum-pope-st-pius-v/“

“Sedevacants do not ‘disavow the Pope’. We understand and love the Papacy. True Popes are a beacon of light and truth that shine throughout the generations. They have true authority and we submit to it. Modernist heretics do not have any authority. True Popes have been warning us about modernists and free masons for hundereds of years because they could see what was coming.

‘These most crafty enemies have filled and inebriated with gall and bitterness the Church, the spouse of the immaculate Lamb, and have laid impious hands on her most sacred possessions. In the Holy Place itself, where the See of Holy Peter and the Chair of Truth has been set up as the light of the world, they have raised the throne of their abominable impiety, with the iniquitous design that when the Pastor has been struck, the sheep may be scattered.’ -Original St. Michael prayer written by Pope Leo XIII after receiving a vision from God”

Sedevacantism is not at all about people simply going on their own path and ignoring the Church. It’s about following Church traditions and not straying from them. Not accepting blatant heresy, even when it masquerades as ‘Catholic teaching’. The Catholic Church teaches truth. And truth is always constant, never changing.

I think Sedevacantism is my most hated political position, quite beside the fact that it stands for a Catholic theocracy. It's such a snivelling, shitty position, and I really don't think it's an accident that it exclusively exists in america, primarily among converts. Everyone should bow down to Papal authority, the Rock that Peter Built, Church Law and Tradition and so on and so forth, but if you DARE tell ME something that I disagree with, then fuck you, you're not the REAL pope. Everyone should follow the Church, except for me, because I'm obviously perfect and no-one fuckin' tell ME what to do. It's such an american form of Fascism. ´

[groundcontrol21]

A Rainy Day’s Work (M)

So I was listening to my favorite Irish song in honor of St. Patrick’s day, “Whiskey in the Jar” and then this just happened. Based off the song, but this time our protagonist and highwayman is improved (i.e.. has a cold) and his Jenny is more sympathetic to the cause of highway robbery than is her song counterpart.

The wet wind blew the door shut behind me, and just as it rattled in its wooden frame, so too did I rattle in my corporal one. “Heh’ISSHH!” I sniffed back desperately what I could and, by habit, fumbled in my pocket for a kerchief to take care of the rest, only to find, of course, that said piece of cloth was as drenched as the rest of me. Sniffling almost compulsively around a completely and utterly blocked nose, I bit back a groan as I rang out the kerchief, adding to the puddle of wetness from my dripping overcoat already forming at my feet.

There was a scuttering sound and I looked up to see Jenny hurrying toward me, wiping her floury hands on the body of her dress. Though I was chilled to the bone, a miniscule part of me warmed at the tenderness of her expression as she scanned me over with an urgency that suggested that little old me with my ratty clothes and my wretched cold was worth all the concern in the world.

“Oh darling, you shouldn’t have stayed out half as long as you did in this weather.” She clucked her teeth as she removed my sodden coat from around my shoulders to hang it on a chair to dry, and I shivered. “Look at you, you look half drowned.”

“Better half than hah-wholly! Hhh’RSSHH’uhh!”

Between my sniffles (whose wetness, admittedly, lent credence to my state as half-drowned), I heard Jenny murmur a soft oh sound, the sweetness of which, could I have captured it in a jar, would have attracted all the bees in the summertime. Abysmal though I felt, I relished in the depths of care she was showing me. Though not strictly necessary (I had only a bad cold, after all) , it was more than welcome all the same.

Jenny came at me with a cloth from the kitchen and began rubbing furiously at my hair, left damp by the rain that had infiltrated my holely hat. I coughed a bit, and she paused in her ministrations to rest a palm gently against my warm cheek. Her brow furrowed, knitting the lines of her soft brown eyes with concern.

“I knew your sniffling this morning was the start of a headcold brewing,” she said before returning to toweling my hair with fervor.

The tickle was growing in my nose again, but even as I tried to duck away, between Jenny’s hands and the towel I was trapped. As soon as I pulled an inch away, she’d catch me by the hair and pull me back. “Jesus, you’ll pull out all my hair doing that!”

At last, I managed to shove her away from me long enough to jerk to the side with a heavy sneeze. “Hehh’RSHH’uhh! Heh’ISSSHhh’uhh! Hehhh’ISSSH!” The cold had so fully settled in my nose that I barely got a glimpse of respite from my congestion before I was completely bunged up once more.

“Christ almighty!” Jenny winced as I coughed slightly in the aftermath. “Don’t you have any sense in that head of yours? Why didn’t you ride back as soon as you saw the clouds blowing in? You’re doing yourself no favors, poorly as you are.”

“Ah, snf!” I wagged a finger at Jenny before reaching for my purse, undoing it from my belt as deftly as my wet, trembling hands would allow. “But if I had rode off before the storm came in, I wouldn’t have gotten this, would I?”

I poured the purse’s contents onto the rickety wood table at which we took our meals. From the corner of my eye I watched Jenny’s widen as coin after coin came tumbling out, spilling across the tabletop and even clacking to the floor. When I had finished, it was as if the table had been coated in a flood of golden rain.

Jenny’s voice was hushed when she spoke again, her awe nearly tangible. “Who’d you get all this from, then?”

“Fresh young navy captain,” I replied, giving a brief cough behind my fist. “Stopped him about two miles out from the village.”

“Did you--” Jenny began, but I stopped her.

“Didn’t have to,” I said, watching her shoulders relax a little. For all she understood of highway robbery, the idea of taking a life still unsettled her. “He was about ready to give me the clothes off his back when he saw my pistol.”

“Perhaps you should’ve taken him up on that,” Jenny said wryly, giving my sodden overcoat a squeeze. A small downpour came off the coat and to the floor.

I gave her a small smile in return. “Perhaps.” I sneezed again, which sent me into a fit of coughs, barking and deep, that swept me up much quicker than had any earlier in the day. Dimly, I felt Jenny’s hand on the small of my back, and the sensation of her warm hand against the coolness of my shirt and skin made me jolt with a shudder.

“If we’re lucky, all this money will be just enough for your treatment once you get pneumonia!” Jenny shepherded me toward the tiny kitchen stove and pulled up a chair which she promptly pushed me down into. She undid my belt deftly, and placed it and my pistol aside the chair where my overcoat hung. “Stay put here, and I’ll bring you dry clothes and get a fire going.”

Jenny disappeared into the other room, where the bed and clothing were kept. I smiled to myself as I set to unbuttoning my shirt. I had seen the way her eyes glowed as they flitted across the sum I’d taken home; with it we could buy new cloaks and shoes and have plenty left over for pretty things.

My cold snatched me from my reverie. “Hihh’ESSH! Hehh’ihh’KSSHH! Hhh’RSHH’uhh! Unghhh… Sod the dry clothes,” I groaned from behind my hand. “Find me a dry h-h-hah-handkerchief! Ihh’sshhh!”

I opened my eyes to see a white square of cloth floating before me. Jenny’s kerchief, then. I took it anyhow and buried my nose in it, giving a solid blow as I did so. “After wiping my nose on a sopping wet kerchief all day, this is as close as I’ll ever get to heaven.”

“I can’t imagine you were all that frightening today, sniveling and hacking all around as you are,” Jenny hummed, her back to me as she loaded kindling into the stove and ignited a flame. “Lucky thing I had the thought to bring in a bit of wood for the stove and save it from the rain, eh?”

I rose to the bait. “I’d say I was mighty menacing enough, thank you very much, and I’ve got the money to prove it. Do you reckon my cold was the secret? Perhaps I should catch cold more often, scare the daylight out of villagers. Maybe one well-placed cough is all it takes to have them turning out their pockets.”

My speculations proved too much for my sore throat, and I descended into coughing once more. Jenny slipped my wet shirt off my shoulders, her fingers lingering soothingly on my aching chest, before she helped me pull on a fresh nightshirt.

“Even if that were so, I’d rather have you well and all in one piece,” she said, all traces of teasing gone and a warm feeling spread all over me that I knew had nothing to do with the now-crackling fire before me or any budding fever. “You sound miserable. Should I boil up a pot of steam for you, to try and clear out that head of yours?”

I shifted in the chair, feeling slightly ashamed at her coddling. Even two years ago, before I had met my Jenny, I would have spent this kind of night asleep in a barn’s hay, as I always did, and I would have awoken the next morning to a day of stealing, as I always did. Perhaps I would have scrounged up a bottle of liquor if my fever got too high or my throat too raw, but otherwise, so long as I could stand upright I could make my living.

Jenny must have sensed my discomfort, for she merely placed a blanket around my shoulders and withdrew. “You think about it. I’ll be boiling up some stew once I finish this dough, so it wouldn’t be any trouble.”

I watched Jenny’s braid ripple down her back as she returned to kneading the dough. I shivered into the blanket, my head so heavy I felt stupid with the effort of keeping my eyes open tlong enough to focus on her. My body ached and I knew that I would regret having chased down the captain tomorrow, even despite the money I had stolen from him. It had been a long time since I had felt so utterly and completely ill. Perhaps it was the cool autumn rain or perhaps it was Jenny’s coddling or perhaps I was coming down with something worse than a headcold, that made me feel so low. Whatever it was, I was grateful beyond measure that I was ill in a house with a bed, shabby though they were, and not alone in a barn somewhere in the highland. And I resolved to make the most of that fact.

“Jenny, darling,” I said raspily, palming my throat. She turned to me just as I buried my face in the blanket. “Heh’KMPPF! Ihh’KMPCHH!” I remembered her kerchief, and pressed it to my nose. My head felt full of cotton. “That pot of steam sounds wonderful.”

She smiled a knowing little smile and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, leaving a trace of flour on her cheek. “I’ll get started right away.”

[robsartd]

the  dudley  family  of  warwick  castle  had  always  been  a  little  more  than  mere  strangers  to  the  countess  of  leicester,  connected  to  her  husband  by  nature  of  their  shared  blood  and  family  name  but  little  else.  as  a  newlywed,  she  had  been  hesitant  to  reach  out  to  the  countess  of  warwick  for  guidance  or  sympathy,  concerned  that  her  humble  birth  would  be  reason  enough  to  spurn  the  outstretched  hand  of  friendship  ─  instead,  it  had  been  easier  to  prompt  kismet  to  invite  her  cousin  over  in  a  careful  move  that  allowed  her  name  to  slip  into  idle  conversations  until  it  had  not  felt  so  foreboding  to  approach  the  elders  of  the  family  with  the  introductions  to  her  person  and  her  morals  already  being  made  by  jane  and  kismet  both.  she  had  always  enjoyed  the  company  of  lady  warwick,  who  was  of  a  similar  age  to  herself,  so  when  she  had  been  given  leave  to  invite  a  few  others  to  accompany  her  and  watch  the  children  as  her  belly  grew  larger  by  the  week,  there  had  only  been  one  name  that  came  to  mind.  still  believing  herself  undeserving  of  such  attention,  however,  she  endeavored  to  keep  her  requests  simple,  not  wishing  to  tax  poor  jane  or  rob  her  of  a  chance  to  shine  in  court  now  that  her  aged  husband  (  older  than  her  own  father  !  amy  had  dropped  to  her  knees  in  prayer  when  the  match  had  been  made,  thanking  god  in  one  breath  for  her  good  fortune  in  securing  a  dashing,  virile  husband  and  asking  the  almighty  to  be  kind  enough  to  give  jane  a  reprieve  from  her  marital  duties  in  another  )  was  far  from  her  side.

it  was  not  difficult  to  be  endeared  by  jane  who,  like  kismet,  still  possessed  the  innocence  and  beauty  of  hopeful  youth  that  amy  had  long  since  forsaken  and  she  extended  an  arm  to  grasp  jane  by  the  hand  as  she  neared,  pressing  a  kiss  to  her  cheek  in  thanks  as  she  accepted  the  cup  of  mulled  wine.  ❝  better  now  that  you  have  returned  to  my  side  ...  sit  a  while,  you  have  made  yourself  so  busy  that  i  cannot  tell  the  difference  between  you  and  the  bees  that  float  from  flower  to  flower.  ❞  patting  the  space  beside  her,  amy  shifted  over  with  one  hand  braced  on  her  modest  bump,  hidden  well  enough  beneath  the  layers  of  fabric  for  now.  ❝  tell  me,  how  is  kismet  ?  has  she  set  her  eyes  on  a  poor,  unsuspecting  gentleman  for  the  evening  ?  and  yourself,  my  darling  !  what  is  your  opinion  of  our  great  king  and  his  court  ?  it  has  been  a  while  since  you  last  came  to  court,  yes  ?  ❞

Jane had been absent from court simply due to her husband who had been away either with her own father, or to his own family. At any case, Jane had been secluded to Warwick Castle, where she doted upon her mother when she was not passed to her cousins’ countryside household to act as a companion to Kismet Dudley, or as a caregiver to her cousin’s wife’s children from a previous marriage. Her loneliness had, at least, emboldened her sense of self, her prayers leaving her devout to her moments alone. It had only been upon the pregnancy of Amy Robsart had she been asked to accompany her cousins to court again, more so as their guest than to her husband, who was still far from her side (not that she was against that, for to be without he was only a blessing). 

She remained by Amy’s side then as they entertained the masses with the presence of the Dudley household, ritually checking on her cousins with tender touches or sweetened whispers, straying often to Amy Robsart side when Kismet was not in need of her attention. Passing a cup towards the Countess, Jane sat by her side, arranging her veil over her head to expose the smile towards her cousin-in-law. “How do you feel? Is there anything I may do? Perhaps another cushion, or something sweetened?” She asked, doting on Amy as if she herself felt the kicks of a new life inside of her — the rest of the room then fleeting, for even if the King himself approached, Jane would not overlook her duty. @robsartd