#This is super silly but i drew this yesterday thinking of them and i just had to post it

[the-acid-pear-art]

Comprehensive guide to my entirely normal DSaF ocs.

(actual info under the cut:)

Lucis Mori (el Diavolo)

Any pronoun

Recycled self insert turned into vent oc turned into slave worker

Died at 14 in a traffic accident it's now 20, still hasn't adapted to it

Mostly speaks Spanish (🇦🇷) but understands and can speak in English too (they just don't bc they're a hater)

Lil Luly (way-2-complex-lore S/I)

Any pronoun

Self ship self insert and sona has seen hell has been thru hell

Also a deadbeat (lover, dad, fujo, etc)

Way too many mental disorders for a guy who's 5'3

Ed (prophetic loser)

He/they

Gen 3 phone guy but he stopped caring long ago

Prophetic dreamer because he came to me thru a dream

Bigender but he has a job so no time for that

Yap Phone (XIAO HONG SHU‼️)

He/it

Gen 2 phone guy and actually trying but he's just too fucking out of it

Based on yap dollar/fiveish and all about him is based on quotes

This means he's a horndog completely out of it and also will switch language mid rant. Its a miracle he wasn't scrapped sooner

[goldentlme]

i’m searching for you in my fading memories .

alternate versions .

whooh . WHOOH !!!!! good GOD !!!!

listen to the song linked while looking I think it really adds . look up a translation too if you want ! listen to the entire lies of p ost in fact . its fucking fantastic .

NOTES .

in april 2022 , i drew a fanmade book cover for the danganronpa x reader fic Sleep Awake . in december of 2023 i redesigned my reader for that story for the third time and thought it appropriate to redraw that old cover with their new design . and yesterday , january 13th 2024 , i finished that bitch . View the fruits of my labour .

in my last Notes section i talked about nerfing the lighting . well um . i nerfed it again . i dont know if it was fate or if i just . idk . didnt want to but i axed both original concepts - the yellow overhead light ( mostly) , and the light blue under light - and just Winged the fuck outta it . that ' mostly ' means that the light source is Still overhead but i just took the colour out to make it more neutral .

another thing i brought up were the shelves and how i wanted to add more items to them . I did it this time , but not to the extent that i really wanted to . i'd hoped for more Clutter and ultimately couldnt think of anymore than a few items . SAID ITEMS BEING !!!!

the pills . self explanatory , since they haunted the majority of cases 2 and 3 .

chess pieces . cute little reference to the chess scene ! even if the scene itself didnt feature real chess pieces , the imagery wouldnt work if i didnt use real pieces .

the letter opener . dont need to explain this one . but i Did originally plan to have it in shin's hand ( explaining why that one is balled like that , because there was originally a Thing in there ) but i couldnt figure out how to draw it and make it look Good . i only added it back when i was colouring the trinkets on the shelves and realised that i Forgot to put it back into the drawing .

the joker card in the bottom corner . also shouldnt have to explain this one .

LITTLE DETAILS I THINK YOU SHOULD LOOK AT .

THE HANDS !!!!!!!!! i decided at the very last second to make them vaguely see through . and theyre all a persons ! amami and shinguji are the obvious ones , but the two holding at the top are supposed to be ouma ( on the scarf ) and akamatsu ( on the rope ) . i would have included tojo's as well but i couldnt fit it in the composition without it looking awkward and out of place and i thought there were already enough references to case 3 as is .

and you literally cant even see it but if you look REALLY closely at oumas hand . his skin is a little grey and you can see the veins through the skin . wonder what happened there . Guess we'll never know !

THE BOOKS !! did the same thing as last time with a Little More . purple books are ouma , green are both amami and tojo , blue is both kiibo and chabashira , pink is akamatsu , and red is phys themselves . i know phys's canonical colour association is olive green but consider : shin is red . look at him . hes Red . that ones for me specifically .

with that . i did all of those books by hand . i drew about 9 variations of books and copy pasted them sure but i Shaded and Coloured them all individually . youll never guess how fucking LONG that took . so yeah . no one book has the exact same shading . goodie !

THE JOKER !!! yes i know i talked about it in the previous section but i WILL talk about the card itself . because i unironically am so in love with how that drawing came out . the little guy featured there is my Lies of P oc scaramouche or scaramuccia ( i use them interchangeably ) . hes a silly jester :3 . the depiction on the card is of him in his prime , before . All Of That Happened . story-wise he's a super famous circus performer known as " The One Man Show " because all of his acts are done alone and are absolutely insane . hes very good at what he does which is Why he doesnt have a crew . and the only reason hes so good is because he't not even human , just pretending to be !

additionally , i originally planned for that joker card to be a Real Life Joker . because a little known fun fact about me is that i collect playing card decks ! but i looked and literally NONE of the ones i currently own would have fit the piece . so . yeah . i just ended up drawing darling scaramuccia . heres the full image im so chuffed

i think thats all i got for the drawing itself . i initially started this back in early december but got stuck and picked it back up a couple days ago , so its been marinating for a bit . hope we all like it ! i think its Better than the original . THE SERIOUS STUFF .

its so fucking insane to think that its been almost 2 years . not only have i truly rediscovered my love of reader insert fanfiction after so many years unable to even think about it without feeling a little sick to my stomach , but ive made so many good friends and core memories through this fic . i even got back into writing . literally never thought id write again after my 11th grade english class and my 10th grade creative writing class . and im having FUN with it . wild .

anyways , this one goes out to vee @chihirolovebot for writing one of The Fics of all time , putting up with my insane ramblings about idol these past months ( READ SWINGING RIGHT NEOWWWW ) , and for letting me help design their dnd characters . godspeed .

it goes out to nex @nexuswrites for beating better genshin character builds into me , giving great fic recommendations , creating thief of detectives quandary fame . READ DQ ( THREAT ) !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! , and being a fellow p5 and pokemon lover . i miss the coordinator and justice

and of COURSE !!!! rei @berry-creates . the gay the myth the legend . a fellow oc haver and lover , a fantastic writer , and an overall lovely person . this one goes out to u for sharing oc playlists , playing splatoon with me , and for creating maddie . theyre a little freak and i want to study them . i love seeing u go insane over them its like enrichment for me bc i too am also a little mentally ill about them im just really good at hiding it .

theres a whole lot more i could say and more people i could talk about but this is long enough , isnt it ?

thanks for a beautiful 2 years of physouma yaoi . heres to the upcoming sleep awake case 6 , epilogue , all the future additions to the one shot book , the entire rest of dq , tfp , and sams , and more blorbos to put in the smoothie maker . this took a whole two hours to write .

cheers , boys .

song of the post .

[lifenconcepts]

2nd October art prompts! (Open pictures for full view)

ahem.. do tell me if you’re uncomfy with being tagged xD

OC- tober “Going out on the town” chose my oc Neil, with him facing a cinema while leaning on his car. Absolutely atrocious perspective but that I’ll fix soon with some YouTube lessons.

Cosytober “Leaf” I chose a maple one as I struggled with it yesterday, plus did two random ones from memory/my heart.

Official inktober “Discover” which I brainstormed for a while before landing on the idea of an ant studying a human which is studying the ant, both holding magnifying glass to one another. The ant is wearing a coat, yes. Wanted to bring that Sherlock-esk feel to it.

OC-tober by @headphones-lifeform where I did that guy pointing in surprise meme with my oc Neil pointing at my oc Robin, no clue if they’d ever interact in canon but like.. bro would FREAK OUT over a creature as strange as Robin xD!

Cringetober “Fursona” which I was super excited about and made myself as a winged wolf, also felt like incorporating triangles into it so there’s some on his flank and shoulder/arm. Fun!

Occult-tober I think it is? Prompt “Sign” where i drew two faes around a stop sign and a smaller one saying “don’t give out names” yet the “n’t” is covered by one of them, with a quick background of a forest.

I adore octo-tober! Made Shellington wearing a fish costume. Why? Oh we could only speculate as to why… is he trying to blend in to study them? Going trick or treating? Or just being a silly guy? Maybe all of the above! Thanks to @4eyedloser for the prompts list, am awaiting the other days eagerly :3

Monstober “Werewolf” which I drew a man mid-shift, hands turning into paws, and the anguished wolf in the forefront of a moon.

Honestly still unsure about this one but wanted to participate nonetheless and I hope I understood the prompts right but yeah. A hen and a chick venturing an apple orchard!

Cringetober “Not like the other girls” where I drew a silly wolf-alike kid in a jacket doing that antler gesture at a very stereotypical portrayal of a female and also that same wolf kid watching a bug with a girl looking very confused at the situation.

For oc in my clothes I did Fhelix (whom I drew too short), Robin the goofy goober, and a quick snapshot of Neil. Currently in a sweater, black jeans, and slippers. Lol. I could find something better in my wardrobe for them but doesn’t be bothered so just referenced myself

Goretober “Bloodspill” did a man looking sad over a cup of blood being spilt while his own chest spills blood. Not my best work but I just thought I might aswel share since I ain’t going to be redoing it.

For beetle’s inktober “Stone” I did a moth on a rock that’s being hit by a wave of water, a crusty butterfly, and some odd other flying creature.

Favourite oc I didn’t have and so I simply drew all of them (that I can remember since I have a couple odd ones like Flint or Saik who despite I adore dearly I don’t have much art on.)

[pastara-cell]

FAVOURITE AU IDEA AAAA DAY 17 IVE BEEN WAITING IVE BEEN WAITING IVE BEEN WAITING I HAVE TWO ANSWERS BUT I’LL DO TWO SEPERATE POSTS BECAUSE IF I DO BOTH OF THEM IN THE SAME POST YOU’LL BE READING AN ENTIRE FIC AT THAT POINT

PART 1 (Double Life Au)

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Okay so, This is sorta similar to yesterdays thing, and also, I’ve literally posted about this, but now that I have my medication, i can ACTUALLY write it. TMF DOUBLE LIFE AU- Okay okay wait wait lemme recap then I’ll go into detail, because I dont want this to be a complete restatement of my older post, as its been more fleshed out since then.

So, for a recap, if you dont know what double life is, them it’s essentially the 3rd season in a mcyt series called “the life series/traffic life”. In this season, people are paired up with anothet person, their soulmate, and they take damage when the other person takes damage.

However, with that being the canon, many different headcanons and fan conceps have popped up for it, such as feeling everything your soulmate feels (Physically and mentally). I’ll only give one example because there are physically so many that i’d be here all day talking about them.

I would also like to take a second to say that i’m a firm truther in the fact that double life is an allegory for the fact that you cant be forced until love. Also, remember that soulmates can be platonic or romantic, or sometimes even enemies! (Not like im gonna make zailey soulmates, they could be platonic but Its just not my thing)

So what I proposed is that we take the tmf guys, and we throw them into the double life universe! This au was just a thought at that point, but I have it mostly mapped out now! So, heres a lil thing showing all the pairs ^^ (what no, I didn’t steal half these screencaps from rosypenguins and the tmf suffering bracket…LIESSS/silly)

(The letters to the side stand for what the pair is. R means romantic, p means platonic, q means QPR, and c means complicated)

Now im not gonna sit here and go over each pair, however, i’ll dump some headcanons for the au!! (If you end up using this au, which i totally dont mind, please change anything you want!)

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-The reason Drean is a confusing pair is because they dont know eachother, or atleast, not well. They’d probably not know how to properly talk to eachother at first. I could see this going from not knowing eachother, to platonic, to romantic, but any way works and they’ll be able to be interpreted as romantic or platonic

-Staisy QPR because yes.

-ran out of people to pair up, and decided “huh, okay then, sadie and maria” and tbh, why not. New rarepair. They go from mild dislike to loving eachother practically as soon as they bond.

-all the pairings in this are based upon canon friendships, my personal headcanons, and whatever I felt like putting together.

-Lia and Zoey are NOT friends in this au, well atleast not anymore. But they’re stuck together.

-Hailey and milly cause i need to see them interact more

-Milly and Elliot totally do a secret soulmate thing, like bigb and grian, but are super awkward about it. Hailey and jake know, and they think it’s hilarious

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Enough about the pairings, au facts time!!

-Drew is a past watcher. Take that as you will with your own watcher lore ^^

-Sadie is a listener, also take that as you will with your lore.

-Because I can and Because I will, Liam and henry live in the “relation-ship”. They’re the boat boys. No other pairing lives in the same houses as the original mcyts, Just those two.

-green, yellow, and red lives still exist. Yes they can die. Yes, my friends, this does mean angst.

-Will take place in the terrain of the double life map. Only things that are missing are the structures that were built by the mcyts, the cake does not exist, nor does pearl’s tower or anything. The relation-ship is there but thats an exception.

Mayyy update this, part 2 with my othet au may come out today or tomorrow, depends on how lomg it’ll take me to do stuff. ^^

[fantrollology]

do u wanan send asks? do u want ppl to send them to? okay well

i had a busy day yesterday and another busy day today and have another busy day tomorrow probably so idk if I’ll be able to get to asks (u can send them ill just take a min to get to them) but I would love it if people sent some asks to these guys, cuz i get super shy about sending baity asks and i think all of them are super interesting even if you dont ask them about my guys / the reasons i list here. and then i can read them when i get home or when i take breaks

@sasster Colmea & Myriad — stern mushroom scientist and his psychic daughter who can talk to said mushrooms (my boy Gus works w Colmea) or Mantle or Deimic or Retcon (fleet psionics and their dad handler) OR AELIUM who got stabbed and then died and then didn’t die and is having a crisis about it. or Demuye bc i like him (and knows Gus!)

@contrastparadoxx Contra!! bother her pls. Gus decided not to spore her cuz she’s friends w Demuye and she likes that guy. u can also ask her about her dad

@sunnetrolls Antare I like that guy. hes also quads w Contra & Demuye and works as body cleanup?? hello???

@roetrolls Nymira or Somnia or Veylin my wife Veylin. ask her things that make Roe use the sundress sprite please and thanks. I dont have anything w these guys they just have stuff going on and are my wife. oh yeah u can bother chase sasster about the dream sequence arc too vía Cylion who fuckinf hates me

@asks-n-trolls Mirage................. besties w Rilakk <:)

@quiescent-trolls Arunae!! Fledge and her live on a space station together after ditching the fleet and Fledge recently dropped some previously unknown lore (starts on second post) and... Arunae might not know as much about Fledge as she should! you can also talk to Beau (a beautiful beautiful man) about Aether, who is his apprentice. you should also bother him about his history with his cavern & what drew him to what he does now <:)

@lordtonic recently made a silly guy Dgen who works w Colmea, u can bother him. u can also bother Sid in general & id love that. he has a moirail now <3

@damistrolls has Hisset, who worked with Colmea in the past... Petasi and Spyke recently became moirails, Petasi is also helping Aelium while he is super depressed. u could also bother nihoko about Cee and echnir

@byrdstrolls bother FAERIAAAAA about all her business! shes developing some kind of weapon.. thing... see i know but yall dont so bother her PLEASE and also u can bother her maybe about Alaska. i also really love The Architects new sprites so u should ask her stuff... uhhh i love Diante and would love to see more w him...

uhh thats everyone i think of right now i might add more later or tomorrow but im gonna go lay down cuz im sleepy and have. a ton more work to do tomorrow.

[pbandjesse]

It is actually warm in the apartment! It's like the heat kicked in all of a sudden and we actually had to crack a window. Even the studio isn't freezing. Amazing. I'm very glad.

I forgot to set my alarm last night. But I still woke up at 713. Good job body.

My arm hurts but it wasn't as bad as I expected. And I feel a lot better about all the tattoos today. I knew it would start to settle in and I would feel better. Even the cat face doesn't look as messed up as I thought it did. I still want to change it a bit but I'm feeling much better.

I got washed up and moisturized and got dressed. I didn't feel very nice about myself today. Which is so frustrating after feeling so nice yesterday. James said I was so pretty but I didn't feel right and I don't know why. At the end of the day I feel a lot better but it was a little tough today.

James left for work early so they could get breakfast. And I finished getting ready for the day. And then I was off.

I felt super tired. I made it to work but all I wanted to do was to lay my head on my desk. But before anything else I collected all my packages. Except the one because it was to heavy for me. But I got everything else in the car.

I had a little bit of time alone before Alexi came in. I drew for a little. I started working on my program writing. I was feeling a little better even if I was still sleepy tired.

When Alexi came in we ended up having a really lovely conversation about programing, but also her kids, and just having kids in general. How she thought she just was going to have boys but then she had two girls. And before she found out she was pregnant with her little boy, Kenny, she had a dream about having a little blonde boy with her husband eyes. And that's so sweet!

I also talked about me and James trying for kids but also it's not like an active trying. It's an active not trying not to? If that makes sense. But there is not time frame or time line. I am just feeling happy about where we are in our lives and wouldn't it be nice to bring a new person into the world. To bring up a good person who will do great things. Big or small. Alexi had to go jump into some meetings. And I got back to work on my programing. I would also print and staple a bunch of things. And Alexi had us go through some training manuals to pick out things we thought would be useful in the new one.

When I was working through the manuals I was using sticky notes to denote what I thought would be good but I also discovered if it used to many fonts I just straight up would not read it. And I think that is really something we will have to consider. How people will interact with the manual itself.

I would pass them off to Sarah so she could go through them too. And I would continue to work on programing and the schedule.

That was a big part of the day. I had a little meeting with Heather and we went through all of the schedule I had written. She had some feedback but also had some suggestions about color coding, but also we noticed a few mistakes. So after we did that I jumped back into the sorting the schedule and it was fun. It felt really productive.

Celia would come to camp today to work with the animals for a bit. And she would sit with me for most of the last hour I was there. Where we would look up very silly things in eBay and try to convince Elizabeth to buy us $40,000 worth of malachite. Or an indoor bungee jumping rig. She said that those are probably not in the budget. Even if it was a good deal.

Sarah helped me get the heavy box in the car. She actually carried it herself because she's so strong.

It was getting really foggy out as the rain made all the snow melt. And it was just about time to go.

Celia asked me to drive her to upper camp to where her car was parked. And I did just that. And then it was time for me to go.

I headed to our new house. James beat me by a few minutes and came out to help get boxes out of the car. I got a little confused with parking because I was struggling to not hit the curb and I don't even know why. But James fixed it and things were okay.

We had a busy evening. I built both medicine cabinets and the Kitty credenza. Which I'm really happy with. I love how they look. The credenza needs one more piece but I have to cut a piece of wood so that will have to come later. And me and James attempted to hang the medicine cabinets but we needed a hammer and we did not have that. We will get it done later.

James would also make another run home for some more boxes. While I built things. We also put down all the peel and stick tiles and I love how they look. We need to order more but so far so good! And I wasn't to far off on size. And for just guessing I think we did pretty good.

We were there for a few hours. We would take the tape down from the bedroom. I also hung the blinds back up. I was a little disappointed that the tape bled a little and there were some mistakes we will have to touch up on the grey wall. And I do not know how we will match the color. So I will just have to get a bunch of chips I guess. Which is frustrating but it's fine. Just one of those things.

Around 730 I decided I wanted a piece of pizza. So we went to the shopping center down the street and got a pizza to share. We talked and laughed and joked about being silly. I was feeling a little sad that I wasn't able to 100% finish anything in the house yet but James (and Jess through text) reminded me that this is a very long term project. And they are right. I am just really excited about moving and I have to wait and I am not good at waiting. I try but I just don't have to wait often.

After we ate James packed up the leftover so we can have lunch. And then we headed home.

James kept dropping their keys as we were going inside. But we made it in and everything was good. Except it was hot in here!

I tidied up a little. Put the boxes all together. James put more water in the fish tanks. I changed the kitty litter. I told Sweetp about how good and beautiful he is. And went to take a shower.

I am clean and in bed now. Feeling more like myself. An very ready for bed.

Tomorrow is Thursday and I don't have any big plans. But I hope it is a good day. It is supposed to be warmer and maybe all the snow will melt away. We will see what unfolds.

I hope you all have a great sleep tonight. Remember to set your alarms. Goodnight!

[puuvillaa]

I'm going to move my twitter thread of my mwpp sims game here because it's hilarious and I want to be able to find it more easily.

Contains wolfstar, James/Peter, Teddy/Harry

I find it hilarious that Sirius thinks James is 10/10 and Remus 1/10, but he started dating Remus anyway because James is too busy to chat

James and Peter got together because they both find each other super hot and I didn’t want to bring more sims into the house. Sirius and Remus are engaged and still find each other terribly unattractive

Remus also developed a smoking problem and will be grumpy for the next 15 days because I made him quit since he ran out of cigarettes and I got tired of him having to smoke one every two hours so the stress of not having smoked doesn't keep turning him into his wolf form

Here's Remus quitting smoking:

Remus turned Sirius into a werewolf and they finally got married. I didn’t think about their surnames at all, but managed to make Sirius a Lupin. Sirius got abducted by aliens in the middle of fucking Remus. James and Peter got engaged. I'm debating having a baby in the household

For some reason Peter has been running everywhere he goes for days now, and I don’t understand why. Also sadly Sirius got stuck in the tattoo chair so I had to quit without saving and he lost his crappy tattoos

Remus wanted a baby so I went okay. He couldn’t turn into a werewolf during the full moon due to being pregnant, so he pissed himself during Peter's birthday party instead. He then rode his fucking bicycle to give birth in the hospital, but at least they now have a baby boy

Sirius cried during James and Peter's wedding. James was pregnant and gave birth to a baby boy. Peter went through a midlife crisis and now has a silly moustache as well as a new expensive car, but I drew the line at divorcing James when they only just married

Sirius and Remus had a fight bc Peter flirted with Sirius who flirted back. Sirius tried asking Remus out but was turned down, so he yelled at Remus, who yelled back and then went to sulk for several hours. Sirius worked hard to appease him. Harry was hungry. James was working

Here's are a couple of cute pictures of Remus and Teddy:

Teddy is now a teenager, but because he didn’t do well enough in school (which I find unfair because they had so many snow days he could only attend once, it's not my fault) the trait he was assigned was kleptomaniac

Here's Sirius and Teddy:

James was supposed to read Harry a bedtime story, but he then needed to pee and left, so Harry got stuck in his bed. I waited for a full day to see if anything would get him to move but nothing did, so I had to quit without saving and can't remember what happened after I'd saved

Here's Remus reading Harry a bedtime story instead:

I'm considering ditching this game soon anyway, it's no longer fun enough with so many sims in the same household, especially because James and Peter are already turning elderly, and I had forgotten how much I hate playing the elderly sims. I'll have to adjust the age settings

The game suddenly decided to reset all my settings yesterday. Fun. I had forgotten that celebrities are a thing so I didn’t disable them, so Remus turned into a celebrity, which is very annoying. But yeah, he's now a 1-star celebrity author. I will take that away from him, though

Luckily I had forgotten to save after James turned old, so after tweaking the age settings, I can keep going with this game for a while yet. Couldn't figure out how to remove Remus’s celebrity status for some reason, so we'll see how that goes

God damn it, the game decided to age James anyway because it was the day of his birthday already. Not sure if I'll de-age him or just wait for him to get to the end of his life

Nooooo fuck you, why is the celebrity status still contagious after I turned it off! Does it not affect the game I'm already playing? Ugh I hate this!

Sirius has started to think that Remus is a 10/10 hottie. I suspect that this sudden change of heart has something to do with Remus’s 2-star celebrity rating. Meanwhile, Teddy went to the prom with his only friend and they're now boyfriends

Remus and Sirius had their anniversary and went on an elaborate date. That night, James passed away. Peter immediately wished to resurrect him but also to have a stag do. I suppose we all grieve in our own ways. Harry has been learning hacking, and Teddy wants to nick something

I have no idea what happened, but some interaction with either Sirius or Teddy made Remus all sulky and he wanted to hide in his room to contemplate the meaninglessness of life. This wasn't funny, I just thought it was cute. Then Sirius wanted to grow a beard, so he now has one

Oh, speaking of Sirius and his wishes, during his midlife crisis, he wished for a new $10k+ car twice, so he got a new car and then got another new car. He really is rich (I mean, the whole family's rich, they have a 3-car garage (James used to get around in his cop car))

Oh, I made Remus tell Sirius a secret and his secret was "I'm glad we'll be together forever." 🥺

In less cute news, Teddy was in a bad mood so he skipped school to have a date, but his bf wasn't into any romantic stuff so Teddy broke up with him. On top of that, he came home too early, so Sirius got angry with him for skipping school

Lol rereading this like what the hell. "Wasn't into any romantic stuff" = he was reacting to it negatively for some reason. Anyway, Teddy and Harry are now dating, we'll see if that lasts once Teddy grows up

You know what, I'll tell you the story of wolfstar's first kiss and how they ended up being a couple. Sirius was (and still is) an alchemist, and after messing up a potion, he turned into a frog. He was friends with James only, but James was busy right then, while Remus was free

So, Sirius went to talk to Remus until they were friends, and then Remus kissed him to turn him human again. And that was their first kiss, and that’s how they fell in love, even though they both found each other unattractive

So, Peter set off some fireworks. Cool, except he did it in their hallway and set it on fire, then went to faint on the porch. Later the same day, he set off more fireworks (this time outside) and set their lawn on fire. He's banned from handling fireworks

Teddy grew up, and the game decided that you know what, his breakup with his first boyfriend wasn't a proper breakup, so he now has two boyfriends. In other Teddy related news, Remus wishes that he'll become a doctor

Teddy went on a date with his first bf and confessed to cheating on him, so they had a fight and broke up for real. Which might be good because turns out the bf is malicious, which conflicts with Teddy being nice

Sirius tells a secret to Remus: "I find the hiccups fun!"

Remus and Sirius went on a date. They visited a haunted house, and Remus was so terrified that he pissed himself. Because he's a celebrity, the whole fucking town now knows about it and he's ashamed 😔

(now I kind of feel like playing this game again)

(there are only so many pictures because I was actually never going to post them anywhere, I just kept ones that I found funny)

[atlasmothsilove]

ATLAS INFODUMP SPEEDROUND GO!!!

1. who is/are your comfort characters)?

entirety of wondersho, Reki Kyan, Hatsune Miku

2. lighter or matches?

Matches. Lighters scare me a lil

3. do you leave the window open at night?

No. Too lazy and loud

4. which cryptyd being do you believe in?

Bigfoot and Nessie. they're prob just chilling

5. what color are your eyes?

Brown technically but i'd say black yea

6. why did you do that?

im evil

7. hair-ties or scrunchies?

Neither. my hair is too short

8. how many water bottles are in your room right now?

three. i forgor to take them downstairs and theyre all empty

9. which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee?

i domt like coffee (when i get i usually get it hot)

10. would you slaughter the rich?

yes what type of stupid question is that

11. favorite extracurricular activity?

karate (its the only one i havent dropped out of)

12. what kind of day is it?

eepy 😪

13. when was the last time you ate?

likeee an hour ago??

14. do you love the smell of earth after it rains?

yes 🤤

15. are you a parent? (all answers qualify)

ex parent 💔💔💔 i had to give away my fish 🥲🥲🥲

16. can you drive?

I cry right after but yea for the most part!!!

17. are you farsighted or nearsighted?

no

18. what hair products do you use?

uhh this one cvs shampoo idk

19. imagine we're at a sleepover, would you paint my nails?

i kinda suck at it but sure!!!

20. do you say soda or pop?

soda

21. something you've kept since childhood?

this one cat beanie boo

22. what type of person are you?

Bloom says: Silly stupid lil guy /aff super fuxkjnb talented and the best pillow (you are made of melitonkn istg)

GF says: silly little critter (can and will wield godlike art powers to strike terror into the hearts all), i need to beat you up and swing you around aggressively/aff

🥹

23. how do you feel about chilly weather?

Im constantly cold but i love jackets but also i have oretty bad seasonal depression so it all kinda cancels out neutral

24. if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?

looking at the veiw and/or blasting music and/or peoplewatching. If ur Ari then we are kissing

25. perfume/body spray or lotion?

Lotion! Cetaphil 🤤

26. a scenario that you've replayed multiple times?

got kissed goodbye on the cheek and i giggle snd kick my legs whenever i think of it

27. about how many hours of sleep did you get?

two hours last night i think (i was reading atla fanfic lol)

28. do you wear a mask?

not a whole lot anymore

29. how do you like your shower water?

i need to be boiled alive

30. is there dishes in your room?

not anymore 🥳🥳 the last ones were there for two months

31. what type of music keeps you grounded?

Mikumikumiku just any super guitar heavy or hyperpop jpop song actually

32. do you have a favorite towel?

no

33. the last adventure you've been on?

iii dont remember :/

34. is there a song you know every word to by heart?

a lot of them 😭 like basically every english song in my 28 hr playlist + the kaguya openings + deep coma

35. what's your timezone?

EST

36. how many times have you changed your url?

none. i love atlas moths

37. someone in your life, other than a relative, you've known for 10+ years?

uhhh nooo i dont thinkso?

38. a soap bar that smells good?

any sandalwood soap 🤤

39. do you use lip balm?

i forget but i always have it in my bag

40. did you have any snacks today?

hello panda cookies 🔥

41. how do you take your coffee?

uhh idk. Bru instant coffee w a lil sugar and a lot of milk 🔥

42. an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site?

twitter. dare i say its more godforsaken than this

43. what's your take on spicy foods?

yummi (through tears)

44. you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

my dad

45. can you remember what happened

yesterday?

i drew and played minecraft and i played piano and i played rythym game and i drew and got carpal tunnel and i read fanfic and i slept

46. favorite holiday film?

santa paws

47. what was the last message you sent?

talking to bloom "im doing the thing i need answers as well" for this post 😭

48. when did you first try an alcohol beverage?

i thought the whiskey on the counter was sweet tea when i was sick and couldnt smell and i took and entire gulp

49. can you skip rocks?

yea!

50. can i tag you in random stuff?

SURE!! im not a huge fan of tag chains tho but evrything else is fine!

TAGS. UH IDK IF U WANNA CONTINUE THE CHAIN GO FOR IT!!! @ EVERYONE

here’s weirder asks

who is/are your comfort character(s)?

lighter or matches?

do you leave the window open at night?

which cryptyd being do you believe in?

what color are your eyes?

why did you do that?

hair-ties or scrunchies?

how many water bottles are in your room right now?

which do you prefer, hot coffee or cold coffee?

would you slaughter the rich?

favorite extracurricular activity?

what kind of day is it?

when was the last time you ate?

do you love the smell of earth after it rains?

are you a parent? (all answers qualify)

can you drive?

are you farsighted or nearsighted?

what hair products do you use?

imagine we’re at a sleepover, would you paint my nails?

do you say soda or pop?

something you’ve kept since childhood?

what type of person are you?

how do you feel about chilly weather?

if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?

perfume/body spray or lotion?

a scenario that you’ve replayed multiple times?

about how many hours of sleep did you get?

do you wear a mask?

how do you like your shower water?

is there dishes in your room?

what type of music keeps you grounded?

do you have a favorite towel?

the last adventure you’ve been on?

is there a song you know every word to by heart?

what’s your timezone?

how many times have you changed your url?

someone in your life, other than a relative, you’ve known for 10+ years?

a soap bar that smells good?

do you use lip balm?

did you have any snacks today?

how do you take your coffee?

an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site?

what’s your take on spicy foods?

you get a free pass to kill anyone, who is it?

can you remember what happened yesterday?

favorite holiday film?

what was the last message you sent?

when did you first try an alcohol beverage?

can you skip rocks?

can i tag you in random stuff?

[trail-mx]

Today, I drew a picture.

Well, no — that’s not true. I drew the picture yesterday, but I made some edits to the picture today… so I suppose that counts.

I’ve been drawing a lot lately. Mostly art for this silly little series that has grown legs and keeps running away from me that I’ve been writing when I’m not drawing, but sometimes other things when the mood strikes. And it’s been good for me, I think, to be writing and drawing again; I certainly feel better for it.

But today/yesterday’s art was special because, for the first time, I felt like I had drawn something that teenage me would have admired; a picture that she would have saved on a flash-drive to stash in a desk drawer for safekeeping after making it her desktop picture.

I’ve drawn other things over the past year; objectively good things that the people in my life have loved and gushed over, but this was — is — different. This is different because, for the first time, I felt like an artist worth looking up to — worth admiring. The last few years have been… a challenge… and I lost myself along the way for a while. I was too focused on keeping one foot in front of the other; too focused on survival as everything around me found new and exciting ways to fall apart. I didn’t have the energy to devote to what I felt was a waste of my time — after all, if it wasn’t “good enough” from the get-go, what was the point?

But about a year ago, I was in crisis — actually, I had been in crisis for a while at that point — and knew that something had to give. It was simple: either I needed to find a way to wring even the smallest amount of joy out of this miserable existence or I was going to collapse in on myself and explode in such a way I might never recover from.

So, I downloaded an app that allowed me to draw on my phone, spent a few bucks to get myself a stylus to draw on said phone more precisely — and got to work.

I haven’t loved every picture I’ve drawn — actually, there’s a fair few that I’ve found myself asking, “Why did I spend hours working on this???” when all was said and done — but I try to find at least one thing about each picture I like. Maybe it’s the way I colored something or maybe it’s the way I was willing to try something new… even if that thing was the reason I’m frustrated with how it turned out — but I always end up liking something about it.

And that line of thinking changed everything — now I do it all the time. Bad social interaction? Well, at least it’s over now. Fucked up day at work? Well, I got more than I expected to accomplished — so that’s something. Took an absurdly long time to finally call the doctor to set up a badly needed appointment? Hey, the receptionist liked my joke about my last name and I’m already off the day they have available — no need to ask for time off.

My mom calls this type of thinking Positives in Everything and, until very recently, I was very bad at it. If you wanted someone to come up with the absolute most screwed up way for something to go, I was your guy; if there was an award for catastrophizing, I would have won it every year since I was old enough to consider the world beyond my own nose. I have a vivid memory of a minor earthquake rocking the classroom when I was in elementary school and my first thought was, “A volcano is going to appear in the middle of the playground and we’re going to die a fiery death” — and when I voiced this super logical conclusion based on the current state of the world according to 8-year old me to my teacher, she actually facepalmed. 

Unfortunately for everyone I’ve ever known and loved, I did not get better with age. 

But — just like drawing — the more you practice at it, the better you get.   

So, I drew a picture yesterday.

And tomorrow, maybe I’ll draw another one.

And I’m sure there will be something to like in both of them.

[bells-tolling]

i drew for asexual week! featuring different games i like,,,,,

i was gonna post these yesterday but then i. i forgot tooooo (T△T)

but i’m remembering to post them now so yeah ᴑ͝ᴗᴑ͝

(putting them all on this blog because i still have an irrational fear of posting on my main </3)

^day oneeee, a simple moff :D

^day twooo,,, i had decided to go all out with a detailed sketch, this was my first time drawing clouds hehe 〔´∇｀〕 thé slight asexual colours kinda faded because i tried putting filters on my work;; i hope it’s at least still somewhat visible;;

^ ehehehh i started playing cookie run kingdom because my other friends really like it and so far squid ink is my favourite i lovv them so muchhh

^another cookie run kingdom piece,, herb cookie is my second favourite i just really like drawing him like thiss

^i love journey so much like hyueyhehehjwmmnnh i cry upon thinking about it /j it sucks that my computer can’t handle the game anymore because my computer is a little bit silly ┻━┻ ︵ヽ(`Д´)ﾉ︵ ┻━┻

^a super lazy abzu drawing for day six;; i was feeling kinda sick that day but i just wanted to drawing something so this was the outcome,,

^aaand at lasttt day sevennnnn, i wanted to draw something more detailed but i didn’t have my glasses and i’ve really horrible visionnn

thank youu for reading this post i hope you have a good day or night :D

[lexacoolfox]

What type of partner dancing I think some danganronpa characters would do with their S/O

Pt.2 (bonus)

Kokichi Oma

Tango

This guy would totally do the tango with you

He likes to tease and flirt but he can be romantic. Ok. no. Sexy is more like it

He found out a big fancy party was coming up

“S/OOOO!”

“Yes Kichi?”

“There’s going to be a fancy party soon!”

“Let me guess…you want me to help prank everybody who is going to the party.”

He almost made a change of plans but he really wanted to dance with you

Nope! I want you to come with me as my date!”

Insert confused look

“Really?”

Yeah! Is it so hard to believe?”

“Knowing you. Yes.”

“S/O you know… a lot of people would kill to go with the ultimate supreme leader! But I only have eyes for my queen/king.~”

He was getting really close. You looked away cause how close he was to your face.

He grabbed your chin and made you look at him. His eyes just drew you in.

“So do you accept? Will you go with your super hot supreme leader?”

All you could do was nod slowly

“Great! Tomorrow we’ll start looking for outfits and practice dancing. So no sleeping in!”

he just then walked away

The next day he picked out his outfit and cockily walked into your room.

“What do you think?”

He was in pose and wore a smirk that seemed to say ‘I already know I look amazing!’

But I’m pretty sure deep down he wanted your opinion

“You look handsome Kichi! Definitely fit for the oh so great supreme leader!”

You did like his outfit! You decided to be extra cause you thought there was no harm in feeding his ego

“Great! Now get up we have to get you an outfit.”

(Your dress or suit)

“Wow, if we weren’t trying to get the outfit for the dance. I would say your trying to seduce me~”

You walked over to him and did a kabedon. Keep in mind your in a very attractive outfit.

You grabbed his chin and made him look at you, like he did yesterday.

“Maybe this outfit…”

You went to his ear

“Is for you~”

You whispered

You then back off took it off and went to the cashier saying you’ll buy it.

Kokichi was still in the place you kabedon him with a giant blush on his face.

When you got back to your place. You put your outfit away

“Kichi let’s practice. Wait what dance are we going to do?”

You both thought until Kokichi came up with one

“S/O let’s do a tango!”

You’ve always wanted to try tango, it always looked so romantic.

“Yeah let’s do it!”

Your guys spent the next few days practicing for like 2-3 hours

The night how the party came and when you guys arrived. You were definitely getting a lot of attention. Kichi went to get you guys some drinks

“Hey baby~ what’s a good looking thing like you doing by yourself?”

You didn’t know this stranger. You nervously laughed

“O-oh I’m not alone m-my boyfriend j-just went to get me some d-drinks.”

“How about you ditch whoever that loser is. And come with a guy who can show you a good time~”

You were done being polite

“No.”

He grabbed your wrist and started pulling you

“Sorry doll~ I don’t take no. For an answer.”

“Let go!”

Then the man suddenly got splashed with punch

“Hey pal keep your dirty mitts of what’s mine!”

Kokichi looked so mad, if looks could kill he would be six feet under.

“Who do you think your are!”

“The ultimate supreme leader. Kokichi oma.”

The man face went pale. He quickly ran off

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah I’m good.”

“Ok let’s both go get punch. then we start dancing.”

You didn’t know that DICE was there so at some point when you weren’t paying attention. Kokichi let of a silent signal to hijack the music and put on some certain music.

He played a song that nobody really knew but you two knew cause you practiced to it plenty of times

At first you were nervous cause nobody else was on the dance floor and eyes were on you two.

But when you started, you got really into it.

The movements and moment was just filled with so much passion.

Everybody was staring in amazement at this couple dancing like there’s no tomorrow

There a bunch of different comments floating around

“Wow that’s really hot!”

“Do you guys see that babe with the (h/c) hair?”

“Oh my gosh girls. Do you see that purple hair cutie!”

“They are so cute! And they are dancing with such passion!”

You nor Kokichi notice, you two were so focused in the moment that nothing else seemed to mater.

When the song ended. You noticed everbody was either cheering you guys or recording. Maybe even both.

After that the normal music was put back on

“That was a lot of fun.”

“Yeah, I think we also did great!”

Later in the night, Kokichi sneaked you out the back

“What are you up to kichi?”

“Can’t say... it’s a surprise!”

He covered your eyes and eventually you guys stopped

You could hear water.

He uncovered your a eyes and you were both in some type of park with a fountain in the middle .

“Why are we here?”

“I just wanted some alone time with you. I was getting tired of some girls trying to flirt with me while you were away, and some guys eye balling you. Your mine! I’m yours!

You giggled at his silliness

“You don’t have to tell me, I know I’m yours and I know your mine.”

He looked so cute pouty, then you got a sly idea.

“Kichi.”

“???”

He looked at you and then your grabbed his tie and smashed your lips against his

He was shocked at first but slowly got into it.

The kiss quickly turned into a make out session. Unfortunately you both needed to breath

“What’s with the sudden kiss?”

“I don’t know if you notice but we kinda had some people following us. So I thought why not show them, who you belong to and who I belong to.”

He was a little surprised, he looked around. But they were long gone.

You then you went down to his neck

“I might also just wanted to kiss you~”

You sucked on his neck

He let out a short gasp. His skin was actually very sensitive

left a huge very purple hickey. You also bite it before you pulled away

“If that little show didn’t show them. That definitely will!”

Kokichi has never seen this side of you. He can’t tell if your being just flirty or jealous

You leaned towards his ears. And bite it. then whispered

“I saw some of those girls flirting with you and getting all touchy. Your mine! I love you more than you can imagine.”

He loved this new side to you. So flirty, passionate, and cute jealousy.

“S/O I love you too. I love you more than my purple panta. I love you more than I love pulling pranks. I love you more than lying.”

That’s a lot of love

“Hey S/O promise you won’t Leave me.”

“I promise from the bottom of my heart, I never leave you, but that means you can’t leave me either.”

“I won’t”

“I love you kichi.”

“I love you too my queen/king.”

[7demonhoes]

The devildom and hell are not the same

I haven’t posted in forever because I was busy dying at school but I’ve finally finished a fic I’ve been working on forever. I decided to break it up into two parts because this is super long, so expect a Part 2!! I am begging you to let me know if you like it 

MC is tired of the demon brothers being secretive and decides to take it into their own hands to figure out just what they’re hiding. 

Word Count: 5016

Warnings: Angst, body horror, gore mentions. The demons act like actual demons. 

All things considered, living in hell has been easier than I expected. 

Sure, I've been threatened and actually murdered by a demon, but in the end, I've come out unscathed. And over the past couple of months, I find myself enjoying the time I spend with the demon brothers more and more. 

I can't complain; it's not like I should be worried about my demon friends not being very… well, demonic, but sometimes I'll bring it up to them and be left with vague answers and quick changes of the subject. I once asked Satan where all of human history got their ideas of Hell and demons in general, but he immediately gave some half-baked excuse of forgetting to do a book report and left me alone before I could finish the sentence. 

Even Beelzebub, who will tell me literally anything as long as I promise him some food, will turn down the opportunity for a snack to answer my questions. 

It's not like I'm surprised. I know that there has to be some parts of their lives that I'm not given privy of, but sometimes it makes me feel almost lonely to know that they have become such a large part of my life while I remain to be a lowly, undistinguished human who doesn't deserve to know whatever they're hiding. 

I could always use my pact with one of them to coax the information out, but I'm afraid of the consequences. Of course I want to know why they won't tell me anything, but my desire to not break their trust is much stronger. 

So I've decided to drop it. But lately, the brothers have been acting strangely. And after what happened yesterday, the desire to know what's going on behind my back is becoming too strong to ignore. 

Lucifer has been in a progressively worse mood for a few days now, snapping at me or his brothers every time we manage to annoy him, no matter how slightly. Yesterday, when Mammon asked if he could use some salt to put on the food Lucifer had prepared, Lucifer's horns practically jumped out of his skull as he stood up and clutched at the back of his chair, glaring at Mammon with glowing, dark eyes. 

Belphie slowly stood up, his usually heavy eyes wide awake as he cautiously made his way over to Lucifer. Careful not to touch him, he stood at Lucifer's side until the enraged demon turned to rest his steely glare on Belphie. Mammon visibly slumped with relief as Belphie stood his ground. 

"Lucifer," Belphie's voice was calm and almost pleading. "This isn't you. You have to go. When do you have time?" 

Lucifer clenched his hands even more tightly on the chair, his grip so strong that the metal underneath his palms groaned as it twisted. "If I had time," Lucifer forced his words out through gritted teeth, "I would have gone by now." 

Belphie narrowed his eyes. Lucifer growled in response. "Come on, Luci. We all promised. Not in front of the human." 

My heart dropped. Was this what they were hiding from me?

Before I could think any longer about the subject, Lucifer's voice drew me back to the conversation. "I can smell their curiosity from here." He grinned, fangs poking at his bottom lip. His smile sent shivers down my spine. "Don't you think they have the right to know?" 

Beside me, Beel stood up and positioned himself so that he was in between me and Lucifer. I looked around the table; Mammon's eyes were glowing just like Lucifer's, his entire body tense. Even Asmo looked ready to pounce, his eyes sliding from Lucifer to me. Levi stood still, his mouth open, hands clenched tightly around the table cloth.

Satan's voice was a warning. "I think you should go cool off in your room, brother." 

Lucifer curled his lip into a snarl. "And I think you should know your place." 

Despite his threatening words, Lucifer slowly let go of the destroyed chair and turned around, striding out of the dining hall and towards his room. 

Even after all of that, the rest of the brothers refused to say anything to me. 

And now, as I sit alone in the common room and play some silly puzzle game on my DDD, I'm startled by the sudden feeling that someone is watching me. 

I take a quick look around the room, which appears to be empty. I look back down at my phone with a shrug and try to ignore the hair raising on the back of my neck. 

It's normal for the brothers to become irritable. Occasionally, and especially when one of the brothers had a very busy week, they become easily angered and will usually burst into their demon form. They'll eventually be calmed down by the rest of the brothers. Somehow, the demons have a way of knowing when to pick a fight with an irritated brother.  

Before, I thought they would sometimes leave the house after one of their episodes to get away from their brothers and be by themselves for a while, but after what Belphie said yesterday… 

Where does Lucifer need to go? And why can't I know about it? 

Not in front of the human. 

Despite the warm fire crackling beside me, I still have to suppress a shiver. 

I want to know where they go and what they do. But the memory of Lucifer's anger keeps popping into my head, coupled with warning bells. If I try to pursue this, it could put me in danger. 

But hey, I live every day surrounded by demons, so what else is new? 

I look up from my DDD with resolve to see Lucifer standing only three feet away from me. I jump, scrambling into a sitting position on the couch. 

Lucifer doesn't move; he stands still like a statue, his eyes trained on me like those of a predator. 

I stare into the pools of black and find nothing but hunger within. 

"Lucifer?" My voice is timid and trembles as it leaves my tongue. The demon stiffens, and for a second I think I'm watching his skin ripple against his flesh. 

But then I blink, and it's still. "Lucifer?" I ask again, my voice slightly steadier this time. 

"Human," his voice is even deeper than usual, "Lately, you have not been as frightened to be in the Devildom. But surely you still possess fear when you look at me, yes?" 

I stare at him, hoping he can't hear the rapid beating of my heart. Lucifer has never acted this way. Is this a joke? Did I do something wrong? 

"I'm not afraid of you," I say. 

"No?" He takes a step forward and I try to push myself deeper into the folds of the couch. "Then we shall make amends to that." 

He smiles at me, his lips stretching far wider than what should be possible. His mouth is full of smooth, pointed fangs, his incisors stretching over his lips. His gums are black and shiny. 

His eyes are fully black. I can see my reflection in them; a tiny human huddled into the couch, shivering like wounded prey. 

Horns slowly break skin and inch out of his skull. Feathers wilt from his back, unfurling with an unhurried pace. Lucifer's flesh crawls, giving way to something else. I don't want to see what it is. I don't want to know what he's changing into; whatever this is, this is not just his demon form. 

He moves to take a step towards me, and before I can register what I'm doing, I open my mouth and scream. 

Lucifer's face contorts into a look of blind rage and he tenses, hands outstretched towards me, legs bending so that he can jump-

A blur vaults over the couch and slams into Lucifer with a hiss. A second later, Mammon sprints into the room and pulls Lucifer backwards as Levi, who ran into the room so quickly that I couldn't see him, holds him down. Lucifer lunges towards me, teeth biting down so hard that the fangs puncture his own skin. Blood splatters onto his shirt, and it makes him roar. 

My vision blurs, and I can't tell if it's because I'm crying or blacking out. 

Warm, welcoming arms wrap around me and I turn to sob into Asmo's chest as three more pairs of footsteps echo across the common room floor. Asmo shushes me gently, his hands wrapping tightly over my ears. "Don't look, okay?"

Satan's muffled voice carries over Asmo's palms. "Stay here! We'll get Lucifer out of here!" 

I stay still until the sounds of scuffling and Lucifer's roars finally fade. Asmo releases his grip, instead moving his hands so that he can wrap one of his arms around my back and the other on the back of my legs. He effortlessly picks me up, his lips pressed tightly against my forehead. 

"It's okay," he whispers. "You're safe. Let's get you in your room, love." 

The tears won't stop. I open my mouth to speak, but can only manage a tiny squeak. 

These demons have tried to kill me multiple times. Hell, Belphie literally murdered me. And yet… and yet I have never been as afraid as I was just now.

I suddenly grow very cold. Lucifer didn't want to kill me. He wanted to hurt me. And I think he wanted to make it last. 

Asmo carries me to my room, resting me on my bed. He sits near my feet, a hand resting gently on my leg. I curl up into a ball, my body still shaking uncontrollably. 

I wait until I feel as if I can speak. "Why?" 

Asmo sighs, running a hand through his hair. It sweeps perfectly back into place. "He's been really stressed lately. Maybe after some alone time-" 

I sit up with a start, cutting him off. "I'm not an idiot. That was not normal. I've seen Lucifer stressed! And that was not--  that wasn't him. He was changing." I try to push the image away, try to forget that terrible mouth or the way his skin lept and moved as if insects scuttled underneath. "He was changing into something I've never seen." I glare at Asmo. His face is a perfect blank slate, free of emotion. 

It only makes me angrier. "You can't lie to me about this anymore. Tell me what's going on." 

He shakes his head. "I can't. I promised Diavolo. We all did." He tries to reach for my hand, but I pull it away from him. Hurt flashes in his red eyes. "Look, honey, there are some…. things about being a demon that I can't tell you. Please believe me when I say that not knowing is for your own good." 

I lie down, turning my back so that I'm no longer facing him. "You can't make that decision for me." 

"It was made long before you got here."

"I don't care!" I shout. Asmodeus gasps quietly; I don't think I've ever yelled at him before. "Leave," I mutter, digging my head into my pillow, "I don't want to see any of you right now." 

I don't want to see his face. I don't want to imagine the hurt. But I'm done with the lies, with the constant avoidance. I'm going to find out what's happening. 

When I lift my head from my pillow, the only sign of Asmo is the lingering scent of his perfume. 

The remainder of the week is… strange. The air in the house is tense, and everyone seems like they're stepping around broken glass. Asmo must have told everyone my reaction, because all the brothers give me space and are careful to never get close enough to touch me. 

It feels nice at first, knowing that they care about me enough to let me go to them. But no one mentions what happened; they all just stare at me with expectant, worried eyes. 

I haven't even seen Lucifer. I know he's in the house. His study constantly smells of fresh coffee, and I can occasionally hear soft piano music drifting throughout the halls, but he somehow manages to avoid seeing me. 

It pisses me off. Is he waiting for me to approach him? Because I'm not the one who attacked him, and I refuse to crawl back to him and ask if everything is okay between us. I deserve better.

We're not eating together anymore. I don't know where the brothers eat; I've found a plate with plastic wrap with my name scribbled on it for the past four mornings and nights. 

So I've stayed in my room for the most part, only leaving for food or to attend RAD. I've considered asking Solomon or one of the angels for advice, but I don't want to bring them into this. Simeon would just ask the demons directly, Solomon would suggest magic, and Luke would… 

Well, he probably wouldn't do much besides grumble about his hatred for demons. But maybe spending some time with the adorable angel would help keep my mind off things. 

I'm about to reach across my bed for my phone and ask if he's up for some cupcake decorating when I hear the sound of two knuckles rapping at my door. 

I put my phone down and take a deep breath. "It's open." 

Beel's hulking figure emerges from behind the door. He leaves it slightly open as he takes a couple steps forward, coming to an awkward stop�� in front of my dresser, hands in his pockets. A part of me twinges; usually, he just sits right beside me. 

"Hey," his smooth voice is soft, his hair covering his eyes. 

"Hi," I reply, curling my arms around my knees. It's not like I enjoy having this sort of awkward tension between the brothers, but I'm far too stubborn and annoyed to do anything about it. 

"I uh," he shifts his feet. "I'm not sure why everyone is still avoiding you. They said to wait until you told us you wanted everything to go back to normal, but I miss you." 

Beel turns to the side to show a stuffed backpack on his back. "I want to eat with you. Is it okay?" 

I smile, tapping the spot on my bed next to me. "Thank you." 

"Of course," he nods, already reaching into the backpack to pull out a handful of snacks. He sits down, his back leaning against my pillows. He puts the bag in between us before taking a bag of chips and pouring it into his mouth. He swallows, turning to me. "Do you want to talk about it?" 

I snort bitterly. "You apparently can't tell me anything I actually want to know." 

Beel looks at me like a lost puppy. "I'm really sorry. I wish I could, but Diavolo told us we couldn't. And I don't want a repeat of what happened to Belphie. I don't want to see my brothers get hurt again." 

I shake my head. It really is impossible to stay angry at this man, isn't it? "Why is Lucifer avoiding me?" 

Beel sighs. "He's really mad at himself for doing that to you. I think he's afraid that you hate him now. You were so close to-" He cuts off, filling his mouth with food. 

"Close to what?" 

He swallows. "Close to seeing something we never want you to see." He laughs, but there's no humor in the sound. "I don't think you'd like us very much if you knew, and that would make me sad." He reaches into his backpack and pulls out a candy bar. "Here, I know it's your favorite." 

I take it, tearing open the wrapper. Suddenly, my door creaks and I look up to see Mammon shyly sliding into the room. "Do ya got room for one more demon?" 

I reach into the bag and offer him a snack. He gingerly takes it from my fingers, careful not to touch me. He plops down on the floor, his head facing away from me. 

"Did you miss them, too?" Beel asks. 

"What?" Mammon scoffs, shaking his head wildly. "Why would I miss a human? I just thought I should've paid 'em a visit since I knew they'd be missing me!" 

I share a knowing glance with Beel. "It's okay," I say, ruffling Mammon's hair. "I missed you, too." 

"Hashahsaza?" Mammon squeaks as more incomprehensible sounds come out of his mouth. 

I smile, leaning casually against Beel's shoulder. Maybe this house is finally returning back to normal. 

The next day at RAD, I find my way into an empty student council room for my meeting with the rest of the members. I take my seat, pulling out some homework out of my bag to get it done before any of the brothers start pestering me to spend time with them.  

I’m just about to start a reading about the history of the Celestial Realm when I hear a small, polite cough from the other side of the room. I look up to see Lucifer standing stiffly in front of the doorway. 

“Hello,” Lucifer takes a few steps forward and stops, his hands clasped firmly behind his back. “I was hoping I’d find you here.”

I lean back in my chair, crossing my arms expectantly. Lucifer takes another curt step forward so that I’m finally able to see his face clearly. 

His eyes are guarded. “Erm,” he starts, showing a flash of discomfort before immediately hiding it, “I came here to apologize. The way I acted the other day was… unforgivable.” His eyes widen as if hearing the weight of his words. “Despite that, I would encourage you to forgive me.”

“Why?” I ask, just to see him squirm. 

He opens his mouth, closes it, and then opens it again. “If our relationship has changed negatively, I believe that it would make your time as an exchange student here more difficult for you.”

I frown. “Is that your only reason?”

He furrows his eyebrows, the shadow of a smile hinting at his lips. “Ah,” he chuckles. “Fine, I will humor you. I don’t want our relationship to change. I enjoy your company and would be… displeased if you no longer felt comfortable enough to spend time with me.”

I shake my head. “Why do you always have to be so formal?” I sigh, grinning at the demon. “I also like spending time with you. But what you did scared me.” Annoyance bubbles in the back of my mind. “And despite what I saw, everyone is still refusing to tell me what happened, or why it happened.” 

“It’s for your own good.”

“I still have the right to know.”

Lucifer narrows his eyes, and the air around him darkens. “It is your privilege to be here, in the Devildom. You are the first human without the possession of magic to step foot in this realm. We are entitled to keep things from you in order to protect your feeble body and mind.”

Feeble? “Fine. Whatever. I’ll just try to forget everything I saw and pretend that everything is fine in Hell.”

Lucifer takes a step forward. I swallow, my anxiety building as he gets closer. “You know nothing of Hell." He has to force the following words out of his mouth. "Pray that you never do."

I don't bother to continue with the conversation, instead taking out my phone to busy myself with something other than Lucifer. He takes his seat. 

The other demon brothers start filtering into the room, eyes drifting worriedly from me to Lucifer. Asmo, Satan, and Levi are still staying clear of me. When Belphie walks into the room, he rolls his eyes and mutters something about grudges under his breath. 

We all sit in awkward silence until Diavolo rushes into the room, arms full of papers. He sits down across from us, smiling widely. If he notices the tense air, he doesn't say anything about it. 

The meeting is the same as usual; we discuss future school events, budgets, and anything else that needs to be addressed. I don't say much throughout the meeting. People don't mess around as much as they usually do. 

After about an hour or so, Diavolo stands and faces me. "I'm sorry to do this, but I need to have a meeting between just me and your demon housemates. Please return to the House of Lamentation. Solomon is waiting for you outside the school." 

I open my mouth to object, but Diavolo cuts me off before I can do so. "This is a private matter among high demons." 

I'm not going to win this fight. I nod, gather my things, and leave. Solomon waves at me from the front gate, and I suddenly get an idea. 

"What's up, nerd?" He greets. 

I rush over to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "Wanna help me spy on the demon brothers?" 

He raises an eyebrow. "I'm interested." He clicks his tongue, an annoyed look on his face. "But I promised Simeon and Luke I'd go out shopping with them, so I can't go with you." 

"That's fine," I say, "I only need a way to track 'em." 

He winks and begins walking towards the direction of Purgatory Hall. "I have the stuff for a tracking potion in my room. I can whip it up real quick." 

I grin at him. "You're the best, Solomon." 

"I know." He laughs as I push him playfully. "What do you need the potion for, anyway?" 

I shrug. "They're keeping things from me." Solomon stares at me, waiting for me to continue. I sigh heavily. "Lucifer tried to attack me the other day. I need to figure out why." 

He nods, suddenly serious. "I don't have to tell you to be careful, right?" 

"I'll be careful." 

He's quiet for the rest of the way to Purgatory Hall. Once we arrive, he sneaks into his room. It's full of well-organized clutter; each shelve is filled with spell books, potions, empty bottles, and ingredients. Solomon picks up a spell book from his bedside table and begins ruffling through it. Once he finds the page he was looking for, he wanders around his room and picks up various items around the room. 

He grinds a few herbs before mixing them together. "Which of the brothers do you want to track?" 

I frown, thinking. "Is there any way for them to know that I'm using magic to track them?" 

Solomon clicks his tongue thoughtfully. "It's rare, but possible if they're on guard." 

"In that case, Beel." 

I almost feel bad for choosing him, but I know he's far too hungry all the time to focus on any other feeling he may get. Also, he's the most trusting of the brothers. 

Solomon reaches into a desk drawer and pulls out a vial. There's a few different items within it, but I can clearly make out a few strands of Beel's orange hair. 

"Solomon," I start, "Do you have DNA from all the brothers?" 

"Yeah," he says indifferently. 

I feel uneasy. "Solomon," I swallow, "Do you have my DNA?" 

He snorts, giving me a quick glance. I suddenly feel very worried. "Why?" 

"You know, just in case." 

I gape at him for a while as he adds the herb and DNA mixture to a vial that's filled with an opaque liquid. Once he begins to mix the potion, it turns into a shimmery gray color. Solomon holds it out to me. "Drink it, and you'll know exactly where to find Beel." 

I take a deep breath, swallowing down the growing trepidation in my throat. I have to know what's going on. I need to understand why Lucifer acted that way, and why the demons are hiding it from me. 

I ignore the voice in the back of my head screaming at me to stop and down the potion in one gulp. Almost immediately, I feel a warmth in my chest. It pulls forward towards a particular direction. 

"Here I go," I say, encouraging myself to move forward. I motion towards Solomon's door. 

He catches my wrist. I turn to look at him. "If it turns out bad, come here. I have a trap in my room so that if anyone besides me comes in without me taking it down, I'll immediately lock them in an invisible forcefield. You won't be able to leave until I get back here, but that also means that no one will be able to touch you." 

I nod gratefully. A few days ago, I would have just thought that getting caught would mean having to deal with one of Lucifer's lectures. Now, I'm not so sure. 

Solomon walks me out of the house, giving my shoulder an encouraging squeeze before closing the door behind me. I concentrate on the tugging feeling in my chest and turn towards the direction it’s pulling me. I get further away from RAD and the House of Lamentation with every step I take.

After about half an hour of walking, I realize that I’ve never been this far away from the center of the Devildom. I’ve always been in the same little bubble since coming to the demon realm, and the realization that I’m walking out of that safe space to investigate the demons causes an icy chill to slice into my back. 

My surroundings change from that of a city to what appears to be a barren wasteland. Houses and shops become more sparse, giving way to fields of black, scorched earth. The moon barely sheds any light on my path, and my pace slows down to an unbearable crawl without the help of streetlights. I can only squint and hope I don’t trip over anything as I follow the warm pull in my chest. 

My calves begin to burn; I narrow my eyes in front of me, realizing with a start that I’m walking uphill. My path becomes more and more steep, rocks tumbling down the earth behind me as the soil is shaken up by my trembling feet. It gets so bad that I have to crawl in order to move forward without falling down. 

The feeling in my chest grows hotter. The air blurs in front of me, swirling gently. I blink at the strange sight. I’ve seen this before, during magic lessons at Solomon’s house. It’s some kind of forcefield, but not the kind that keeps people out. Maybe it’s to keep something hidden?

I push down the rising, primal panic in my gut and crawl forward, instinctively closing my eyes as I pass through the almost imperceivable wall. 

My ears immediately begin to ring with the painful sound of screams. 

I’m kneeling over a cavernous pit that seems to stretch out for eternity. Once I understand what I’m looking at, I immediately lean to the side and empty my stomach onto the scorched earth. I have to cover my mouth to keep myself from wailing. I’m too afraid that the… things in the pit will hear me. 

The pit is set up like a maze, the walls built out of jagged, black rock. Cages are scattered around the cavern, and if I squint hard enough I see small, bony limbs stretched out in a hopeless plea. Dark figures roam the hallways, occasionally letting people out of their confinement and shoving them away from the metal bars. 

The large, dark figures take their hostages and lead them towards pain. I’m lucky that I’m too far away to see exactly what happens to those poor souls, but I can see their bodies contort in pain as they’re tortured. One is pushed into a pool of molten lava, forced to swim to the other side to continue traversing through the maze. When they finally meet the end, their skin sends smoke into the air. 

They all live, no matter what happens to them. Each corner of the maze brings a horrible new punishment, but the broken figures continue to march on. They continue to walk, even if they are dragging their entrails in their wake. And the dark figures not only lead them, but they cause the punishments as well. If I concentrate hard enough, I can hear laughter drift through the pained cries. 

I’m looking into the pits of Hell. 

I cannot move. I must be crying because my vision is blurry, but I can’t feel the tears. The brothers were right. I shouldn’t have asked. I shouldn’t have meddled in business that wasn’t mine. I would have been better off not knowing what they did to resist the temptations of their own sins. 

Time doesn’t exist on this side of the forcefield. I can’t tell how long I kneel at the edge of Hell, biting on my lip until I taste blood so I don’t scream. It feels like days. My body is frozen. All I can do is watch as souls are tortured, put into cages, healed, and then tortured again. 

I am in Hell. And the demon brothers that I once thought were mine are down there, taking delight in the pain of human souls. 

I hear footsteps. They are close, the sound of shifting grass making its way into my thrumming ears. The voices I hear are familiar. They are no longer welcoming. 

Seven figures make their way towards me. Once they see me, they stop. A mixture of surprise, horror, and regret flash upon their contorted faces. I am only able to recognize them by their eyes; the rest of their bodies are far too different, far too monstrous to be recognizable.

I stare at the seven brothers that I’ve lived with for months. I have loved them with all my heart, have felt more at home in their arms than I have in my whole life. And yet, I feel none of that warmth anymore. 

I look at the True Forms of the men I grew to love and can no longer recognize. 

And finally, I allow myself to scream. 

Part 2

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Practice Makes Perfect

“Is this really necessary? You’ve already got two left feet, I highly doubt a few dance lessons are going to help you now,” Harry teased, holding the door open for his friend as they entered the top-rated dance studio, making their way to the elevator.

Jeff scoffed, slightly embarrassed, “Come on, man. My wedding is in a month, I’ve got time to learn. Do you know how many people are going to be there? I don’t want to look like an idiot in front of everyone.”

“A little late for that, no?” Harry laughed, entering the elevator and pressing the button to get to the fourth floor, “They’re your friends and family members, all of whom know you’re a right prick at dancing. It won’t be a shock to anyone.”

“Yeah, well, tell that to Glenne. She insisted. And as my best man, you’re obligated to come,” the elevator doors opened and they made their way towards the set of double doors that would lead to their dancing studio, ready to meet their instructor as Jeff muttered, “Could have forced you to wear a wig to get the full effect. Still could, so stop complaining.”

“Why have I always got to be the girl?” Harry sarcastically whined just as he opened the doors to be caught off-guard by one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen.

Y/N was sat on the floor, one leg out, and stretching her hands down towards her toes as her phone lay screen-up and opened up to her Spotify account, scrolling through the list of music. At the sound of Harry’s remark upon their arrival, she looked up at them, an eyebrow raised and an amused smirk drew across her face.

“Well, you’ve got the easy job out of the two of you,” their instructor stood up and made her way over to them, eyeing Harry, “All you’ve got to do is stand there and look pretty while your friend, here, does all the work.”

“See?” Jeff turned to Harry with a smirk, “Won’t be any different than the way you handle your relationships in the bedroom.”

“Shut up,” Harry backhanded Jeff’s arm, blush creeping up on his cheeks as their instructor giggled.

“I’m Y/N, nice to meet you both,” she introduced herself, holding out her hand to shake, “So, obviously you’re Harry, and you’re Jeff. Congratulations on the wedding,” she smiled brightly at Jeff.

Harry’s heart had stopped beating the second he saw her and when she shook his hand it was like a surge of electricity coursed through him and jumpstarted it again, only this time it was beating too fast. He completely blanked, not hearing a single word that was said between Jeff and Y/N, too enraptured by her smile and the way she pulled her hair into a ponytail.

After a moment of chit-chat, Y/N urged them to follow her, her phone in hand, and explained, “So, I’ve been working with Glenne separately on the choreography; love that you aren’t doing your first dance until the day of the wedding, by the way. Very brave,” she turned, smiling kindly at Jeff before continuing towards the center of the dance floor, “And we came up with something beautiful, but easy for you because she mentioned you aren’t much of a dancer,”

“Definitely not much of a dancer,” Jeff nodded in agreement.

Harry snorted, “He’s got the rhythm of a toddler.”

Y/N laughed, smiling brightly, “That’s alright! That’s what I’m here for. I won’t make you look silly. Now she did mention she wanted a couple of lifts, so we did add a few lifts in there. Okay, first thing’s first, I want to show you a few of the basic steps. This dance is pretty simple and it’ll be Glenne doing most of the work. The important thing to remember is to keep your limbs loose and just go with the flow. Don’t worry about your feet. If you hyper-focus on your feet you’ll trip. Just keep your head up and always look at your partner.”

“Got it,” they nodded.

They immediately got to work as she explained the steps, “So you and Glenne will walk in together hand in hand when the music starts. Look at each other, smile, ignore everyone watching you,” Y/N said. She was super professional in how she spoke to them but somehow made them feel comforted and calm. There wasn’t too much pressure on Jeff to get it all down in the first go. “Once in the center of the floor, you’ll turn to each other and this is where our first steps come in. We’ll be doing the waltz. We’ll work on the footwork first, then move on to the turns and posture.”

She showed them the basic steps. Left foot forward, right step out, and together. Right foot back, left foot out, and together, etc, repeat. It took them a bit to get that down, especially Jeff, but they got there. Y/N was extremely patient, keeping it lighthearted and making sure to reassure them. Thirty minutes in and they began to work on their turns, which was even more difficult, but they were having fun. Harry liked a challenge and had always wanted to learn how to dance. After another thirty to forty minutes they had finally gotten it down.

“Now, with this dance, a rise and fall make your turns look elegant and beautiful, so when you turn, make sure you aren’t just stepping forward, stiff-legged. I want you to glide forward with your weight on your heel and gradually rise to your toes. Keep your back straight. You should look like a stuck-up snob with a stick up their ass.”

The two men laughed and they carried on. Pretty soon they were able to carry on with the actual choreography. She explained each move, how many steps, and how many beats to carry the step. They’d learn the steps to a certain point, stop, restart, and do it again a few more times to make sure they had it down before learning the next step.

The more they understood the dance, the more exciting it got. The lifts were Harry’s favorite part, and when he got to try it with her, he jumped around excitedly, proud of himself for getting it right. Y/N would laugh and cheer along with them, making jokes that helped them memorize the steps and having them practice parts of the dance with each other.

Three hours in and they still had work to do, they needed to work on some of their footwork and hadn’t even danced along to the music yet, but they were getting there. But, their session for the day was over and they would be seeing her again next week They had two more lessons with Y/N before the wedding.

Harry began practicing both Glenne’s choreography and Jeff’s at home in his free time, during phone meetings, while cooking, and even once while he showered, though he slipped and got a nasty bruise on his hip so he decided not to do that again. By the time their next lesson rolled around, Harry felt confident in his footwork, that he eagerly joined Jeff to the dance studio, greeted by Y/N with her bright smile and twinkling eyes once again.

“Hellooooo,” Y/N sang as they walked through the doors, making her way over to them from where she stood by the speakers, “How are you both?”

“We’ve been practicing all week,” Harry informed her with a grin.

Y/N giggled, “I’m glad. Should we get started and see what you’ve got? The two of you can dance together. Harry, you can be Glenne,” she stood to the side as both friends got together.

“Hello, my hunky monkey,” Harry teased in a high-pitched voice as Jeff wrapped an arm around Harry’s back, “Goodness, you’re so strong.”

“Shut up!” Jeff groaned with a smile, making both Harry and Y/N laugh.

Y/N counted down and the boys began to dance as she clapped to the beat and shouted out directions. Jeff struggled a bit to keep up, so Harry led, confident in his turns and steps, although they avoided lifts and dips with each other so they didn’t hurt the other, saving them for when they danced with Y/N who was much better practiced. He was sure to keep his back straight, chest out, and arms up. Y/N would cheer and yelp whenever they did a particularly good job and jumped up and down as they finished, clapping proudly.

“That was wonderful, you guys. Really, great job. Harry, you were an excellent Glenne fill-in, thank you. Jeff, the only things I want to critique you on is your posture and your rise and falls. You were still slouched a bit, and the timing of your rise and falls were a bit off which made you mix up your footwork a bit. Also, try not to look down at your feet too much and keep eye contact with your partner.”

“Yeah, sorry, I just didn’t want to look at Harry’s revolting face,” Jeff joked.

Harry smirked, “It’s only because he’s afraid he’ll fall in love with me and want to marry me instead.”

“I’m sure,” Y/N laughed, “So, I think we’re ready to add music to it, what do you think?”

They both agreed.

“So I downloaded your first dance song. Would you like to try the full dance with me from start to finish? Do you feel comfortable enough for the lifts and dips?”

“Is it possible to see you do it first?” Jeff asked, hands on his hips, “I just feel like I keep messing up the first dip and last lift and if I could see his footwork, I might get it.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. Harry, are you up for that? You feel confident enough to do his steps?”

“Of course. I’m a pro,” Harry joked, making her smile.

Really, his nerves began to kick in. He hadn’t done the whole dance from start to finish with all of the dance moves yet, and Y/N had warned them yesterday that sometimes adding the music in could mess with them at first. He worried that he’d get his timing off or drop her. He didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of her. But seeing her confidence and faith in him made him feel at ease. She handed her phone to Jeff and instructed him to play the music on her signal.

“Alright, we’re going to do this for real,” Y/N explained, “You’re Jeff, I’m Glenne, we just got married, we’re happy, we’re madly in love, this is our first dance as husband and wife. We need all of our friends and family to see the passion, okay?”

Harry nodded, gulping as they stood off on the side of the dance floor, “Passion. Got it.”

Y/N smiled sweetly, voice softer, “It’s okay, it’s just us. You won’t have to do this in front of a crowd. Just remember what I said. Keep your eyes on me. I’ll lead.”

He nodded once more and Y/N stretched out her hand for him, which he took in his. She signaled Jeff to start the music. Fire on Fire by Sam Smith began to play, and at the sound of his voice, they began to make their way to the center of the floor. He spun her to face him, keeping their one pair of hands together while Y/N’s other hand went on his shoulder and his on her waist as they began to waltz. Their eyes stayed locked onto each other’s and his nerves began to ease as they danced, twirled, and swayed.

Her touch was so soft, yet he felt comfortable and unfaltering, following her every step and movement, never feeling an ounce of doubt. And as they looked into each other’s eyes, everything seemed to fade. He could see the falter in her smile, and she in his. The chemistry they felt as they danced was overwhelming. And when the beat dropped, everything disappeared. It was time for their first lift, and the worry he felt earlier had completely disappeared. Dancing with her, it came naturally. There was no hesitation.

With her hand around his neck, she wrapped his right arm around her waist and lifted, spinning her around in circles. She smiled, letting her head fall back and giggling as he spun her perfectly, and he laughed at how carefree she looked. Setting her down, they continued to dance and the intimate part of their dance came. With her guiding his hand around her neck, they closed the space between them and pressing their foreheads on each other, looking up into his eyes.

It only lasted a second in real-time, but for Harry, it lasted an eternity. Butterflies fluttered around his stomach, some escaping to his chest as their noses touched. The urge to kiss her was almost too strong to contain. And on their second, with her back against his chest and her hands in his, he spun her again. She let her head fall back onto his shoulder and he took in her sweet scent, his cheek pressed against her ear. And finally, the ending of their dance. The final dip. He outstretched his leg and gently brought her down, her head falling back as he brought his head down to her, letting his lips gently brush against her neck before slowly bringing her back up and letting her lean into him, one hand still around his neck while the other rested on his chest, their foreheads touching again as they deeply looked into each other’s eyes.

There was a moment. And he knew that she felt it, too. The sexual tension could have been cut with a knife. And his point was proven when Jeff began to clap and whistle, making them jump and pull apart, shaken.

Flustered, Y/N hesitantly smiled at Jeff and met him halfway to take her phone and review the dance with him. For the next thirty minutes, she avoided eye contact with Harry. No matter what he said or did to get her attention, she refused to look at him, focusing on Jeff and helping him with the dance. But the more Harry tried, the more she relaxed. She started giggling more at his jokes, bantered more, smiled more. And by the end of the session after a bit of back and forth flirting, Y/N gave both Harry and Jeff a hug goodbye.

“Great job, you two. Keep practicing. Next week is our last time together. I think you’ve got it!” Y/N beamed, packing her things into a duffel bag.

“Thanks so much, Y/N. See you next week!” Jeff called back, pulling Harry towards the door.

With one last look behind him, he grinned and waved goodbye. As they waited for the elevator, Harry couldn’t stop smiling. He hadn’t seen it coming, but these lessons had turned into the highlight of his weeks lately and Y/N was just incredible. Jeff was talking about god-knows-what beside him. He vaguely heard the words ‘final fitting’ and ‘bow-tie’, but honestly, his mind was elsewhere, contemplating on whether or not he should make an excuse to go back in there and talk to her.

“Earth to Harry,” Jeff yanked on his arm.

When he came-to he noticed Jeff standing in the elevator, doors beginning to close and Jeff holding it open for him.

“Oh, shit. Sorry,” Harry jumped in and let the doors close.

“You alright?” Jeff asked, pressing the button for the ground floor.

With a tight-lipped grin, Harry nodded, “Yeah, all good.”

The week dragged and Harry became impatient. He found himself constantly checking in on Jeff to make sure he was practicing and wanting to meet up so they could practice together. He used the excuse that he was ‘maintaining his best-man duties and making sure Jeff didn’t make a fool of himself’, but it was mostly for him. He wanted to make sure he danced well enough to impress Y/N.

He couldn’t get her off his mind and was so eager for the next lesson, that when Jeff told Harry he didn’t think he needed Harry to come to the next session, his heart sank.

“I think I’ve got it,” Jeff explained, “I might call Y/N and let her know that it’ll be a short session. Practice with her once or twice and see what she says.”

“It’s already paid for, you mine as well go. I just want to be there to make sure you’ve really got it down. It’s one more session, what’s the harm? You’ve got your schedule cleared out, anyway.”

Jeff raised an eyebrow, “You were kicking and screaming before the first session, and now you’re begging me to go? Why?”

“No reason,” Harry replied, a little too quickly, and when he saw the smirk form on his best friend’s face, he tried his best to save face. “Jeff, you’re shit at dancing, man. Glenne’s been working hard on this dance, I just think you ought to, too.”

After a suspicious stare, Jeff gave in and agreed.

When their last session arrived, Harry made sure to dress up a little bit more than his usual basketball shorts and a graphic tee, wearing a pantsuit and button-up. Jeff didn’t think anything of it at first, knowing that’s just how Harry dressed sometimes. But mid-way through the lessons, he started to get suspicious. He knew his friend well enough to know that the desperately pathetic dad-jokes and the constant blushing and laughing was Harry’s way of flirting, and he started to put two-and-two together.

“If you’re not careful, it’ll be you who’s taking dance lessons for your wedding next,” Jeff whispered in his ears while Y/N went to turn the music off.

“Shut it,” Harry snapped, giving his friend a push.

“Ask for her number.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

Harry blushed. Because he was nervous, that’s why.

Y/N clapped her hands together once, making her way back over to them with a smile, “I am so proud of you boys. You did such a great job, honestly. You’ve nailed it, Jeff. Your first dance is going to be beautiful!”

“Thanks to you,” Jeff admitted, thankful.

“Oh, no. You did all the hard work. I just watched,” she smiled sweetly, leaning in to give him a hug, “Congratulations, again. You and Glenne are wonderful. Next week will be gorgeous, I’m sure. Let me know how it goes. I can’t wait to see the pictures.”

“Thanks, again,” Jeff patted her back.

She turned to Harry, smiling wider, “And thanks for accompanying him. You’re a great best-man. Or great fill-in-bride. Whatever you want to call it. It was lovely to meet you.”

“You, as well,” Harry managed, giving her a warm hug.

Quickly, he tried to think of something else to say. But when they pulled apart, nothing came to mind. They looked at each other for a second too long, and Y/N, unsure what to do, began to avert her eyes, looking over towards Jeff and backing away towards her bag, “Well, have a great rest of your day. Hopefully, I’ll see you around.”

Jeff looked between the two of them before he jumped into action, “Uh, Y/N? You have any plans for lunch? We’re meeting Glenne downtown at Sips Bistro if you’d like to join us.”

Harry looked over at Jeff, sighing with relief and smiling, grateful to have a wingman, before turning his attention to Y/N, smiling wider. Y/N grinned, nodding, “Oh, yeah, I’d love to, thanks. How about I meet you there? I just have to pack my things and finish up here.”

“Yeah, sounds good.”

Glenne was already at the restaurant when they arrived, and the second Jeff slipped in the booth next to her, kissing his fiance’s cheek, and he started, “Harry has a crush on Y/N.”

“Do you, really?” Glenne gasped, shooting her attention to Harry, “Awe! I mean she is beautiful, isn’t she? And so nice!”

“I invited her to lunch. She’ll be here any minute,” Jeff said.

“Oh, no way! She can sit next to Harry. Do you think she likes him back?”

“Probably. You should have seen all the blushing and giggling going on. You would have thought they were a bunch of pre-teen girls.”

“Alright, alright,” Harry groaned, putting his hands up.

“Harry, you have to ask her out!” Glenne suggested.

He noticed the front doors open and Y/N walk through, craning her neck above the heads of other patrons before locking eyes with Harry and smiling, making her way over. He felt his throat catch before hurriedly whispering at Glenne, “I barely know her and she’s walking over, so please don’t embarrass me.”

“Hello!” Y/N sang, noticing the empty seat beside Harry and sliding in beside him.

“Y/N, I’m so glad you could come! How is Jeff doing with the dance?”

“So good, honestly!” Y/N began, explaining the last three sessions and poking a bit of fun at the boys.

The first half of lunch was spent casually chatting. It was comfortable. Almost like it would be hanging out with any group of close friends. Y/N just seemed to fit in. But by the second half of lunch, Glenne and Jeff started getting down to the nitty-gritty, really getting to know Y/N.

“I can’t believe you’ve been dancing since you were three. No wonder you’re so good at this,” Glenne amazed, looking between her and Harry before smiling and turning to her fiance, “Wow, can you believe we’re across the table from two ultra-talented people? Makes me feel so untalented.”

“Stop,” Y/N blushed.

Harry snorted, “I don’t know how true that is for you. But, Jeff, on the other hand,” he trailed, making them all laugh and Jeff to take a few digs at Harry.

Glenne rerouted the conversation back to Y/N, asking, “And you’re single, right?”

Y/N nodded, “Yep. A bit hard to meet a guy when your job is mainly teaching women and old couples. Otherwise, they’re engaged men trying to learn how to dance for their wedding.”

“I bet that doesn’t stop a few of them from hitting on you, though, right?” Jeff asked, earning a slap on the arm from Glenne.

Y/N chuckled, “Yeah, sometimes. But that’s when I tell them to either keep it professional or cancel their lessons.”

Harry grinned to himself, taking a sip from his drink. She was no-nonsense but so sweet at the same time. He turned back towards her as Glenne asked, “So no dating for you, then?”

Y/N shrugged, “I’ve been on a few, but no luck yet. Dating is hard nowadays and my schedule is all over the place.”

Harry nodded in agreement, “Tell me about it.”

“Well, I’m sure you understand,” Y/N laughed.

Jeff and Glenne kept a close eye as the conversation continued, watching the two of them flirt and blush more than they had seen anyone do in years. The attraction between the two was nearly enough to make anyone sick. Their food was long-since gone, they had paid almost forty minutes ago, and the sun began to set. Pretty soon it’d be dinner.

“We should probably get going,” Glenne frowned, looking between Harry and Y/N who both sadly nodded in agreement. When Glenne realized Harry was too nervous to say anything, she took matters into her own hands, “Y/N, if you have no plans next Saturday, I’d love for you to come to our wedding.”

“Oh, uh, are you sure?” Y/N asked.

“Yes, of course, there’s always room for one more. Besides, Harry still has a plus-one that he hasn’t used. You can be his date.”

Both Harry and Y/N’s eyes widened, blushing as they looked at each other and when he saw eff’s urging eyes he stuttered, “...if that’s okay with you, of course.”

Y/N happily nodded, laughing a bit, “Yeah, that’d be great. I have a class to teach that afternoon, but I can be there by the reception.”

“Perfect. Harry, do you mind texting her the details?”

Harry looked at Glenne, incredulously, as she sent a wink over at him. These two were such a perfect pair and A+ wingmen. He couldn’t be more grateful to have them in his life.

“Yeah, of course.”

“Then you can see your dancing masterpiece unfold,” Glenne smiled at Y/N.

“Masterpiece, disaster, either way.” Jeff joked.

“It’ll be perfect,” reassured Y/N as they slipped out of the booth.

Glenne and Jeff began making their way to the front of the booth while Harry and Y/N held back for a moment to exchange information.

“I’ll text you all of the info later tonight,” Harry assured her.

Y/N nodded with a smile, biting her lip just a little, “Can’t wait.”

He couldn’t get home fast enough. Harry found himself writing, deleting, re-writing, and editing his first texts to Y/N. After several drafts, he finally texted her a simple, ‘Hey! It’s Harry. It was so lovely to see you today! Thanks, again, for the lessons. Looking forward to seeing you at the wedding.’ Followed by the details of the event and ending it with ‘-H. x’

He waited, staring at his phone and impatiently tapping his foot on the ground. Within minutes, he received a response and nearly dropped his phone before reading, ‘Hi, Harry! It was my pleasure. Thanks for being a wonderful student! Hope your hip doesn’t give you too much trouble from that tragic fall disaster. Note to self: don’t dance in a slippery shower.’

Harry chuckled to himself and began typing away. All week they texted, getting to know each other more. The conversations got deeper the more they talked and he found himself completely enamored by her. Something about her struck him differently and she hadn’t left his mind once. There were several times he wanted to bite the bullet and ask her on a date, but he was too busy helping Jeff and Glenne with the final details of their wedding that there just simply wasn’t any time.

When the day of the wedding finally arrived, it was hectic from the beginning. There was no rush or anything, but the nerves were thick in the air. Jeff had begun to overthink things, forget where he put his vows, and start to panic about their first dance, which he forced Harry to help him practice before the ceremony and was thankfully recorded not only by another groomsman but also the wedding videographer.

His worried seemed to be for nothing, though, because the second he saw Glenne walking down the aisle, his shoulders eased and he smiled. Harry always got emotional at weddings and may have teared up a few times, but he just felt lucky to be standing beside him, watching two of his best friends get married.

After the ceremony, the wedding party went off to take some pictures, and when they had finished, the DJ introduced each other them one-by-one as they found their seats. Harry kept an eye out, scanning the hundreds of people that had come, in search of Y/N, and even checking his phone to see if he had gotten a text from her. Nothing so far.

The or d'oeuvres were still being served along with some drinks, people scattered around the dance floor as the newlywed couple made their rounds when the announcement of the first dance was made and Jeff and Glenne made their way to the side of the dancefloor. Harry was at the back of the crowd, glass in hand, standing by the exit to the patio that was vacant as everyone gathered around the edge of the dancefloor.

He could see the reception doors open from the corner of his eyes and turned to see Y/N slip in wearing a navy, off the shoulder frill midi dress, her hair down in beautiful waves, and her makeup light and glowy. She looked around in search of a familiar face and he smiled, stepping back even more and waving. Once she caught sight of him, a smile stretched across her face and she started making her way over to him as the music of Fire on Fire by Sam Smith began to play and the newlywed couple made their way, hand-in-hand to the dancefloor.

“Hi,” Y/N grinned as she reached him, standing on her tippy toes to try and see Jeff and Glenne.

“You look beautiful,” Harry complimented.

She blushed, pushing her hair back and off her shoulders, “Thanks, you look pretty good yourself.”

Quickly, he looked over at the empty patio and then back towards Y/N, building up the courage to ask, “Want to dance?”

She looked passed him at the patio, understood what he meant, and blushed once more, taking his outstretched hand, following him out and behind a few beautifully landscaped hedges so that they were out of sight, but could still perfectly hear the music.

They picked up the choreography where the music was, just before the beat dropped, and spun together, touching soft and light. He quickly realized she was letting him lead and she allowed herself to sink into him as they did their first lift of the dance. It made him feel more confident and in control, also filling him with a sense of honor that she trusted him enough to loosen her reins and let him lead even though she was the professional dancer. She believed in him.

As he set her down and they began to glide together, he felt his stomach and chest fill up with those butterflies again. And when the first intimate moment of the dance came and they brought their foreheads and noses pressed together, they weren’t smiling like they had in their last lesson. Their expressions were serious this time. The passion wasn’t an ‘act’, it was real. It was abundant. It was fierce. They broke briefly before going into their second lift, her back to his chest, and he was sure she could feel his heart beating ferociously out of his chest until he set her down and twisted her to face him into their last and final dip of the dance, dipping low, letting her hand fall to the ground as the other wrapped around his neck, his nose grazing her neck. He slowly and gracefully pulled her back up, their foreheads and noses touch, staring into each other’s eyes as the song began to end.

They could hear the eruption of guests inside clapping, cheering, and whistling for the bride and groom, but they stayed in that position for a minute longer, unable to move. The urge was too strong. There was a tingle where their foreheads met, spreading down to his lips. Their breathing was too heavy from trying to hold back, and he gave in, pressing his lips to hers. He could feel her sink into him, snaking her hand up from his chest to his neck and deepening it, parting her lips slightly. All went dark and black. And when he finally pulled apart, they both smiled.

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[gyllenhaalstories]

Hi can you write a fic about dad!jake because there’s not a lot of them on here (if u want) and plus your writing is amazing hands down one of the best jake blogs on here ♥️

i do agree, there is a cruel lack of dad!jake. it’s so unfortunate! i mean, he looks like uncle goals and he would make the best dad in the entire world! thank you so so so so so much anon! you have no idea how happy your kind words make me! you didn’t give any specific setting so i went for the ultimate softness! just because i love naming characters, let me introduce you to toddler (ish) rose gyllenhaal! EXTRAS: i suggest you listen to the cinematic orchestra’s to build a home to get in the same mindset as i was while writing this. i found the gif on google image and couldn’t find the original creator, i’m sorry! WARNINGS: none except i don’t know how kids act and like what they are except very strange creatures so i’m so sorry if my awkwardness is showing through this fic! i hope you, and everyone reading this, will enjoy it! ( 1500 words)

BUILD A BEAR

“Teddy Bear!” Your daughter pointed, her head and arm peeking from the pillow fort you helped her build in your living room. “Big Teddy Bear!” She pointed at her father.

You chuckled, realizing that Jake has returned from running errands.

“You learned new words? I’m very proud of you, sweetheart!” Jake frowned, confused, as he planted a kiss on your forehead, then your daughter’s. Proud was an understatement. He would brag about how smart your daughter was at the simplest thing. Whether she fed herself without making a mess, drew an absolute chaotic art piece with her crayons or found her way to snuggle up in her parents’ bed despite being told not to, he was so proud. She amazed him.

It amazed him how she looked exactly like the two of you combined. She had his piercing blue eyes, but they had your shape, soft and cheerful. She had a bright smile like him. She had your button nose. She had that little curl in her hair that resembled yours. A bad encounter with the coffee table during a tickling session left her with a tiny scar on her chin, which looked exactly like one of Jake’s shaving accidents when he was young and innocent.

It amazed him how fast time flew by. Not even yesterday, the two of you were hearing her first cry and hugging her for the first time. It amazed him how much love he had to give this bundle of joy, while he believed he could never love someone or something as much as he loved you.

Rose repeated the nickname again and again. Maybe it was her new obsession. Last week, she tasted her very first lemon and kept screaming lemon all the time. Quite the learning experience, she had her father’s vocal chords that was for sure.

Jake shrugged it off and brought the mail to the kitchen table. He did not bother taking off his jacket, he kneeled with the two of you. He opened his legs and arms, hoping Rose would crawl and sit with him, but she just laughed and pointed at his face again. “Bear, Daddy is a bear!”

It finally hit you and you brust into laughter, leaving Jake in his confusion.

Rose pretended that her fingers were scissors and she mimicked the snip snip sound as she ran her little hand around Jake’s beard.

“She thinks you look like a bear.” You, too, brought your hand to Jake’s face and you stroked it lovingly. Rose agreed by nodding her head frantically. “You know, with the beard.”

“That’s not nice! I’m not a bear!” Jake pouted and pretended to be sad, which resulted in your daughter covering his face with kisses.

“No sad Daddy, I love my teddy bear!” She hugged him tight and Jake widened his eyes. He mouthed that she didn’t have a teddy bear and suddenly this looked like the biggest emergency in the world.

He scooped her up like she was as light as a feather, pulling out the cutest giggles out of her tiny body. “Get in, sweetheart, we’re going shopping!”

You told Jake you preferred to stay at home and clean around the house. He insisted he would prefer to have his princesses with him, but you gave him a wink. He was quicker to understand it meant you were clearing their evening schedule for something more entertaining than laundry, baby food making and bento box lunches binge watching.

So Jake got the little toddler ready. He let her pick her hat, her scarf and her mittens while he put on her boots. She usually hated that part, but he had this magic trick of singing a silly tune as he did so. It made her want to sing too, and forget about the heartbreaking moment her feet leave her favourite slippers. She opted for teal mittens, an orange hat with a pink pompom and a purple scarf with stripes. “She’s New York Fashion Week ready!”

You laughed, kissing them good bye.

*~*~*

Jake drove to the nearest mall and carried Rose over his shoulder until they reached the door of the shopping center.

“Where are we going?” She kept asking, from the moment she was in the car to now, when Jake was all scrunched over to hold her tiny hand.

“It’s a surprise, Rosie!”

“I love surprises!”

He made the walk to the Build a Bear store fun. He went to grab a muffin from a food stand and shared it with her, washing her hands so she would not stick them every where. He even stopped by a clothing store, taking notes of the pieces she liked from the front windows so he could get her new outfits. And when they finally made it to the store... She was running and dragging Jake along. He was surprised by her strength, but he really should not be. Ever since she was a baby she was strong like the Hulk, or like her mother. He liked to think she got it from you, his super woman with super strength and super everything.

“You can pick one, okay? And we’ll bring it to life together! Poof!” He added sounds to his explanations, catching her attention.

Rosie was impossible to control. She ran from one corner to the other, apologizing adorably when she bumped into a friendly employee. She would pick up a giraffe, no a cat, no, a dog, no, a dragon... Honestly Jake wanted to buy them all. He was aware the mall was closing soon, and he knew better than to torture these poor employees with an excited child who skipped her nap and would crash at any moment (or well, she would when he would stop giving her M&Ms to buy her concentration).

She finally made up her mind on a light golden bear. It came with a flower on its ear and pink paws. “It’s perfect, just like you!” Jake exclaimed and booped her nose. He let the employees teach Rose how to fill the plushie with stuffing until it was the best cuddle buddy in the world.

“How should we name her?”

“Jake!”

He shook his head, trying not to be insulted by the fact she still associated bears with him.

“No!” She listed possibly fifteen names that made less and less sense and gave the employees a headache.

Rose pulled on Jake’s pants, asking him to come down to her level, which he did. “What is Mommy’s favourite flower?” She asked and he answered.

“Daisy!” They both said in sync. It was a perfect name, because the bear had a daisy on it and Jake and you really had this flower theme going on. You, in fact, hesitated between so many flower names for your kid.

“Let’s show Mom your new friend!”

*~*~*

Jake managed to spend the entire car ride without a cry, a scream or a word of complaint until he accidentally woke Rose up from her nap by picking her up. She was tired and fussy. It was dinner time, but you and Jake decided it was better if she slept a bit more before. Your plans for the evening got bumped to tomorrow, but you could not care any less. Rose and Daisy were the new partners in crime and they were too adorable to resist.

“I have another idea!” Jake announced and set Rose down on the couch, inviting you to do the same. He disappeared in the laundry room, where he threw a soft blanket in the dryer with a dryer sheet. He then ran to the kitchen and prepared a platter of hot chocolate. He made sure that Rose’s was just warm enough and he placed a big marshmallow on it. He set the platter down and left again, only to come back with a warm blanket.

He turned on the television to play Frozen and sat on the couch with Rose in between the two of you. Your bodies were wrapped in a coccoon of warmth. And your heart felt the same. Rose quickly fell asleep, she did not even make it to the pat where Olaf appeared, and it was her favourite moment. She snored lightly, clutching on Daisy.

Your head was resting on Jake’s shoulder and you looked up to him.

If somebody told you a couple of years ago that you would live a life like this, you would have never believed it.

You have a beautiful house to live in. A job you love that allowed you as much family time as you wanted. A significant other that was nothing less than your soulmate. And you had this precious soul sleeping soundly with her mouth covered with hot cocoa.

You took a deep breath and Jake stared back into your eyes. The silence said it all.

You wanted nothing more in life than this: the taste of hot chocolate, your child being so peaceful and happy, Jake’s content face lighting up the evening sky and this never ending smell of fresh laundry. Your family was like a basket of clean laundry. So warm, so satisfying, so comforting.

Jake built Rose a bear.

And Jake, Rose and you built a home.

[winryofresembool]

Caleo fic: It’s all about the name

Chapters 3-4(/5)

Summary: Calypso is a barista at a coffee shop and one day she gets a customer who refuses to give her his real name. At first he seems really annoying but eventually Calypso finds out not all is what it looks like on the surface. (Coffee shop AU!)

a/n: More updates! Only one more to go after these two chapters that I'm posting today. I would have loved to make this au even longer but time is a b*tch and I'm really itching to continue working on twlitf already.

Hope you enjoy and please do leave me comments because even if I have almost finished this fic, I definitely want to know what you guys think!

Words: 3,6k+

Genre: fluff, humor

Warnings: none

previous chapters / AO3 

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The next day, the ‘Bad Boy Supreme’ showed up at the coffee shop just like he had promised. He didn’t have to ask for Calypso because she spotted him from afar, being rather easy to recognize. They didn’t have a lot of customers wearing an army jacket over an orange shirt, tools hanging from the pockets, and the bottom half being the work coveralls. At least he had left his backpack home this time, Calypso sighed with relief. She couldn’t deny, though, that in a weird way that outfit suited him. As she saw him more closely, she noticed he seemed pretty cheerful, which was probably a good sign. Or then he was just preparing to annoy her some more and was already looking forward to that. Calypso supposed she’d find out soon enough.

Either way, she stepped closer to the counter so the ‘Bad Boy Supreme’ could see her better.

“So you did come,” she greeted him and he gave her that annoying grin of his that seemed to come so naturally.

“Why, of course,” he responded. “Couldn’t possibly have missed the opportunity to see the Sunshine again.”

“Are you flirting with me? Because I swear, if you are, it’s not going to work,” Calypso told him bluntly, still having her latest relationship too fresh in her mind.

“That’s crazy talk,” the guy responded, putting his hand over his chest. “How would I even dare to flirt with you? You’re way out of my league.”

“Out of your league? Uh, I don’t know about that,” Calypso mumbled, more to herself than to him. The broken relationships had left a mark on her self esteem and she didn’t consider herself as someone to be looked up to.

“Sorry, I didn’t hear you,” the guy said, looking confused.

“Um, nothing,” Calypso tried to brush it off. “It was not relevant. But enough with that; what are you going to order? Remember, it’s on the house. Do you want the double espresso you ordered yesterday or something else?”

“I’d rather have something else,” the guy said, his gaze going back and forth between Calypso and the menu. “Truth to be told, I’m not big on coffee. I’ve noticed it makes me even more hyper than I already am. ADHD and all that good stuff, you know. Yesterday was a special occasion because I had to work overtime.”

“Alright, what will that something else be then?” Calypso asked, feeling that a lot of things about this guy already made more sense.

“Anything with no caffeine would be good. What would you rec? You’re the expert on your menu, after all,” he noted.

“Do you like sweet things?” Calypso asked.

“Sweet is fine, yeah,” the guy agreed. 

“Then how about hot chocolate? We’re pretty generous with the whipped cream we add on it,” Calypso promised. “And we can even add marshmallows if you like those.”

“I think just the cream will be fine, don’t wanna be in a complete sugar coma when I need to go back to work,” the guy noted. “To go, by the way. I can’t stay long.”

“Fine, one hot chocolate without marshmallows coming then. Will you finally tell me your name?” Calypso asked.

“Super-sized McShizzle,” the guy replied without missing a beat.

“Just when I thought that you might be an OK guy after all…” Calypso said but the tone of her voice told she wasn’t being serious.

“What’s life without some mystery, Sunshine?” He smiled at her and Calypso wondered briefly what the hell this conversation was about really.

“Yeah, what indeed?” she responded. Then she realized that the silly conversation had been going on long enough for a small queue form behind the guy. “Well, Johnny.” His mouth twitched when she said the new made up name. “Your hot chocolate will be waiting for you at the other counter in a minute. And I hope you won’t scare me so much this time that I’ll drop the drink.”

“Will try to not do that.”

The Super-sized McShizzle or Bad Boy Supreme moved to the other counter, and as Calypso was shaking the canned whipped cream, she was still playing the conversation in her head. For an outsider it probably seemed like they were being rude to each other. But Calypso thought she had learned to read this stranger a bit better already and guessed he actually enjoyed their bickering - and she had to admit that some part of her enjoyed them as well. Drawing a small heart after the made up name Johnny, she finally approached him at the counter and managed to deliver the hot chocolate without messing anything up. ‘Johnny’ took it gratefully but he gave her a funny look when he read his name on the cup.

“Aw, you even drew a heart there!” He noted. “I am starting to think you have started warming up to me.”

“No way. You? Why would I do that?” Calypso raised her eyebrow questioningly, but it probably wasn’t very effective thanks to her red cheeks.

“Because all the ladies love…” he checked his name from the cup again. “Johnny?”

“You should learn to know when to stop,” Calypso warned, rolling her eyes, but her mouth betrayed her.

“Oh c’mon, your mouth just twitched. I saw it,” the guy said. Then he took a swig from his cup and hummed approvingly. “Yup. This is the stuff. Not bad, Sunshine, I would definitely drink this again.”

“I’m glad you like it, especially since it’s supposed to be my apology to you.”

“In that case, apology accepted.” ‘Johnny’ wiped his mouth and checked the clock on the wall. “Well, I won’t bother you more this time because Jo is expecting me to be back at the garage any minute now. I was surprised she allowed me to come here in the first place but she seemed to think it’s good for me to meet new people. Apparently I spend too much time at work. But oh well, if I want to buy a car I need to save a lot of money…”

“That’s why you’re working overtime?” Calypso asked curiously.

“Yeah… I’ve been moving from place to place almost my whole life so at least owning a car would make it easier… Unless I find some reason to stay somewhere.” He shrugged, looking more serious than he had the whole time he’d been there. “I don’t know. But yeah, I should get going now. Maybe I’ll see around some time, though.” His smile returned. “This place is definitely better than I first thought.”

“Yeah, maybe I will see you around,” Calypso said, feeling a bit flustered again. It seemed that there was a lot more to this stranger’s story than she had first imagined. The small glimpses of the reality behind his jokes gave her a picture of a restless, unsure young man who was still looking for his place in the world. That piqued her interest and made her wish she really would see him again.

…

The mystery guy started visiting the coffee shop regularly during his breaks. After a couple of weeks Calypso already knew that his boss was called Jo and she was married to a woman called Emmie who handled the flower shop side of the business and they had an adoptive daughter Georgina. Even though the mystery guy hadn’t stayed in town for more than a couple of months so far, he seemed to have formed a strong bond with these people and especially adored the little Georgie whom he treated almost like a sister. Calypso also knew that the guy’s best friends were called Jason and Piper but unfortunately they were currently studying in another town so he couldn’t see them that often. He also had a pet lizard called Festus who apparently liked to nibble pretty much everyone except his fingers. Despite knowing all of that, there was still something Calypso didn’t know about him.

“Let’s play the game: guess my name,” the ‘Bad Boy Supreme’ suggested one time when he was ordering a soda.  “What do you think?”

Calypso thought about it for a moment. “Alright. Mike? Chris? Alex? Peter? Luke?”

“No, no, no, no and no,” he answered without hesitating, his mouth curled up with amusement.

“Ed? Sebastian? Jake? Thomas? Leon?” Calypso kept throwing in random names that came to her mind.

“Still no to all,” the mystery guy shook his head. “Although those were not half bad guesses. I wouldn’t mind being called Ed. A character in one of my favorite animes is called that and he’s quite a badass.”

“You watch anime?” Calypso asked curiously. “I wouldn’t have guessed that about you.”

“Well, I’m full of surprises.” He smirked before turning more serious. “Um, truth to be told, Georgina keeps ranting about her favorite animes when she’s hanging out at the garage with me and one time I just decided to binge watch some of them to be able to keep up with her. Turns out some of them are actually quite solid. Like this Fullmetal Alchemist. Ahem, but that probably isn’t interesting to you so I’ll stop now.”

“No, don’t worry about it!” Calypso reassured him. “I like hearing about your interests. I am not that familiar with anime but maybe some time you can recommend something to me to watch when I have more free time.”

“Yeah, maybe.” The guy smiled before turning a bit hesitant. “Um, I know you’re probably busy and stuff but I have a free chair at my table if you happen to be in need of a break. Just sayin’, but it’s OK if you can’t.”

Calypso was surprised that he asked so bluntly. The truth was that a bit before his appearance she had already considered taking a break so the timing was good enough and she decided to accept his offer. It was a quiet moment at the coffee shop so her coworkers were fine with it as well.

“You know now that I watch anime but what about your interests?” the ‘Bad Boy Supreme’ asked once they had settled down at an empty table. “What do you do outside this coffee shop?”

“You really want to know?” Calypso questioned.

“Of course I do!” he said immediately. “I’ve revealed quite a bit about myself so it’s your turn now.”

Calypso felt a bit hesitant about talking about personal stuff, possibly afraid her mystery customer would judge her. “I, um… I have a mini garden on my balcony… I grow some edible plants there. I also enjoy reading because it's a good distraction from some unwanted thoughts.”

“I can relate to that,” the guy confessed but didn’t elaborate. Calypso wondered briefly what he may have wanted distraction from.

“Yeah…” she said instead of asking more because she doubted he would have liked that. “When I was a kid, I used to do a lot of music related things, like sing, play the piano and stuff like that but I stopped at some point because my father seemed to think it’s a waste of time. So, yeah. I was pretty upset about that. Who knows, maybe when I have more money I’ll be able to take more classes again… Lately I’ve been trying to express myself by painting, though, because watercolors are luckily cheap and I really needed something to do after…” She stopped when she realized she was about to reveal too much.

“After what?” the guy wanted to know.

“I don’t even know your name so I have no idea why I’m telling you this… but I guess it can’t hurt. I can trust you, right?”

“Of course!” her chat mate assured.

Calypso sighed before continuing. “I recently broke up with someone with whom I had been in quite a long relationship. Yeah, looking back to it, maybe it was for the best because clearly he wasn’t as invested as I was, but it still hurt to hear that he wanted to break up with me because there was someone else in his life. So, that’s why I’ve needed more distractions lately.” When she saw his serious expression, she rushed to add: “Don’t worry about me, though, I’m fine. I’ve already accepted that this is how it is. Trust me, it’s better that way. But it explains why I was so grumpy on that day we met.”

“Oh, OK. Sorry about that guy. I think he made a big ass mistake there but unfortunately some of us can be kinda blind… Hey, what are you staring at?” he asked when he noticed her watching him weirdly. In reality, Calypso had felt a small, unexpected tug at her heart because of his niceness but she tried to cover it by shaking her head.

“Nothing. Sorry. I was just thinking about something. But I should get back to work, the coffee isn’t going to serve itself.”

“I guess it isn’t. Well, talk to you later,” the guy said but from the corner of her eye Calypso could see that he was probably wondering what had just happened there.

Chapter 4

Time passed, but some things didn’t change:

“So… when will you finally reveal your name to me? We’ve known each other for several weeks now and you’re still being so mysterious,” Calypso noted one day when the ‘Bad Boy Supreme’ showed up at the coffee shop again. Like earlier, she had asked her coworkers if she could have her break so she could talk with him and they had accepted her request but given each other funny glances behind Calypso’s back, as if saying ‘we know what you are doing here’.

“I will do that when you finally call me Bad Boy Supreme instead of Johnny or Ben or David or whatever fake name you come up with each time.” He just smirked at her and Calypso 100% expected him to keep his word.

“No. That’s the one thing I cannot do, you weirdo,” she said stubbornly.

“Alright, then no can do,” he teased.

Calypso did continue asking him about other things, though, and got some answers.

“Why did you want to become a mechanic? Is it just because cars are cool or did you have some deeper reason for that?”

“Actually, my dream is to become a mechanical engineer so I get better tools to invent - and fix - all sorts of things, not just cars, but at the moment I don’t have enough money to go to college. So, I’m working to save up for that too, not just for the car. I know, sounds like a mission impossible. I will have to work about ten thousand years to save that much. I’ve just… always enjoyed building and fixing things, ever since I watched my mum do that when I was a kid… It’s in my blood.”

“Oh… then your mum must be proud that you want to follow her footsteps!” Calypso said gently, but the guy’s expression darkened.

“Yeah… maybe she would be… if she was still alive.”

“Oh no!” Calypso covered her mouth with her hands when she realized her mistake. “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed…”

“It’s OK,” he sighed. “I’m starting to get used to it.”

There was a moment of silence before Calypso asked: “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, but… when did it happen?”

The guy looked at her darkly. “I was 8 then… So over 10 years ago. Not exactly breaking news anymore. Been going from home to home since then until I got old enough to live on my own; my dear dad didn’t care about me enough to keep me.”

“Wow… I’m sorry… You just give me such a happy and outgoing picture of yourself that I couldn’t imagine… ugh, just ignore me, please. I need to stop rambling now,” Calypso said with embarrassment, blushing slightly.

The guy surprised both Calypso and himself by what he did next: he reached for her hand to reassure her.

“Hey, relax. I only told that to you because you seem like someone I can trust. Not a lot of those people in my life. But yeah, there’s no need to be embarrassed; you couldn’t have known.”

“Oh… I guess I should be honored then. Since you were honest with me, I’m gonna be too: I didn’t exactly have the best of childhoods either. My parents fought a lot before breaking up and my dad… he could be scary when he wanted to. He had to get things done his way and if he didn’t like something… he’d let us know, loudly. I guess some of my temper issues may stem from there.”

“Still thinking about that time when you yelled at me?” the guy asked. “Don’t worry about it. I’m not afraid of you.”

“That’s good to hear,” Calypso laughed nervously, tugging a strand of her hair behind her ear. “Anyway, when my parents got divorced, my father insisted I live with him instead of mum and that did not end up going well. His idea of good parenting was buying me expensive things I didn’t care about, while I could tell that in reality he couldn’t care less if I was there or not. He just wanted to humiliate my mother. I ended up moving out as early as possible, but that’s a whole other story…”

“And that’s why you’re working here now?” The Bad Boy Supreme wanted to know. “Because you desperately needed money? I mean, no offense, but I get a vibe from you that you don’t actually enjoy working here.”

Calypso glanced at her surroundings, making sure none of her coworkers and especially not the manager could hear her answer. Then she sighed. “Yeah. You’re not wrong. I did have some dreams when I was younger but… it’s like you said, it would take me about ten thousand years to be able to afford studying. The rent here isn’t free and I don’t even want to think about the college tuitions. Obviously my dad could afford them easily but I’m not going to stoop so low that I would ask him. I am not going to owe anyone, especially not him.”

The ‘Bad Boy Supreme’ gave her an approving half smile. “I see we have something in common, after all. We both have dreams that seem to be hard to achieve. And I definitely wouldn’t want to owe to my no good old man either. And families… Those can be bitches. But not something bad if not something good; thanks to my round around the country I feel like I may have finally found a place where I could maybe picture myself staying more than just a few months. The coffee here isn’t half bad and the people are decent too.” He winked at her, and she knew his words were actually quite a big compliment from him. Despite that, she pretended to be annoyed by his comment, putting her hands on her waist. 

“Not half bad? I don’t even remember you ordering coffee since that little incident – and you didn’t get your coffee back then - so how can you have an opinion on it?”

“That’s the thing, I didn’t get my coffee so that’s why it’s only ‘not half bad’ and not the ‘best coffee I’ve ever had’” he smiled at her smugly. “However, the hot chocolate was definitely worth getting yelled at.”

Calypso hated how contagious his smile was but she couldn’t help but smile back at him. “I’m glad to hear that.”

They were silent for a moment before the guy started: “Hey, listen… would you like to…”

His question was interrupted, though, because a customer nearby started causing ruckus, claiming the tea water was too cold (even though Calypso knew her coworkers always made sure it was hot enough) and the piece of cake was dry (even though someone had cut fresh pieces like half an hour ago) and she wanted her money back. Reyna was serving her and trying to politely say that she was sorry the customer felt that way and that they’d make sure to do better the next time, but the customer wouldn’t listen. Calypso could tell Reyna’s patience was running thin so she decided to finish her break then and there and go to help, but she had only managed to stand up from her chair when she noticed that she wasn’t the only one wanting to defend the honor of their coffee shop.

“Hey, you,” ‘Bad Boy Supreme’ said loudly, addressing the woman who had complained. “Don’t like, don’t buy. It’s as simple as that. There are other places where you can get your low fat cake with extra cream on the top that will surely match your interests better.”

The woman just glared at him, going slightly red from her face, before dramatically turning away and leaving the coffee house. Calypso sighed of relief, thankful that nothing worse happened.

“That wasn’t really necessary, you know,” she tried to scold her companion but the attempt was half hearted. “I’m sure Reyna would have been able to handle it.”

“Oh, yeah, I don’t have a doubt about that,” he said. “But sometimes it’s fun to let those privileged douches hear it. You guys are just too polite. Well, most of the time. I guess some customers do have a way to crawl under your skin but that requires special talent.” He grinned at her in a way that may have tried to be flirty but failing.

“Oh, yeah, a special talent indeed,” Calypso confirmed, throwing her long braid over her shoulder. “I’m the epitome of patience, as we know. Well, I should get back to work now; my coworkers are probably waiting for me already.” She looked at Reyna apologetically but she didn’t seem to mind one bit. “It was nice talking to you, though, Raymond.”

“That’s the best you can come up with? C’mon, you can do better than that,” ‘Raymond’ protested but waved her a goodbye with a big smile on his face. Calypso gave him a shy smile back.

[albatris]

Hi hello I hope you're doing well and getting read to sn00ze soon, STS! Saturday! Yes! Cause you're an artist and a writer, I was wondering how much the two mediums bleed into each other? Does drawing something out help you visualise it better, or do they not really interact much at all?

hello hi hey there and happy storyteller saturday :D thank you for the question!! I hope ur having a cool day B)

and even though you sent this yesterday you telling me to sn00ze is equally applicable today as it is almost every day of the week so................ yep, I’ll be sure to get onto that at some point. you’re probably going to make a >:c face at me for answering this at 3:06am

anyway! this is an interesting question! and a good one! unfortunately it may not have a very interesting answer?

my initial response was gonna be that they don’t really bleed into each other at all, but then........ nah, they kinda do

(and then about halfway through typing this draft I was like But What About Undertow, and my response became “oh yeah they definitely do”, but I’ll get to that in a bit)

but yeah! I think my writing definitely influences my art! both in the sense that I tend to draw mostly story stuff, ‘cause I like my stories and drawing is fun, but also in terms of like....... inspiration! usually I have a pretty good image of stuff in my head already while I’m writing, n sometimes this image will make me go “hell yeah I vibe with this I wanna draw it”, but the art itself generally turns out nothing like what I envision and usually takes a life of its own ‘cause I’ll just end up drawing whatever looks cool hahahaha

so I get some neat experiments and doodles and weirdness in various art pieces that definitely stemmed from story daydreams, but probably aren’t super related to the story itself in the end :P y’all don’t see much of this stuff ‘cause I mostly just post character drawings lmao

(this is bc I’m most confident with character drawings, and I will fistfight Drawing Backgrounds And Scenes in a wendy’s parking lot any day of the week)

but kinda hopping back up for a sec, one example that IS related to the story is like

drawings I’ve done that are centred in ATDAO’s unreality aren’t actually a super good representation of what the unreality is actually like? or I mean. they could be. they can be! but the drawings are centred around very literal concrete representations of glitchy weirdness

whereas in the story itself (at least to start with) there’s much more a focus on the general looming Hey Something Is Horribly Wrong vibes and, like, the unravelling and bleeding together of senses, the way the narration changes (ie the way your own thought processes slowly start becoming completely foreign to you), n just........ glitchy weirdness, but not glitchy weirdness that you can visually represent, glitchy weirdness that is canonically in the category “you can experience this and have no way to process it because a human mind is not equipped to translate it and your senses have no way of taking it in”

n then I bring the body horror in full force but that’s neither here nor there

existential terror and uncanny valley vibes r hard to draw, y’know? so the drawings mostly just wind up as me having fun with the aesthetic hahaha

but yeah, art stuff stems from story daydreams, it’s very rare that story stuff will stem from art daydreams

character drawings were something I started doing just ‘cause I liked my characters and I was vibin, but they ended up being the one exception in that they DO tend to actively inspire the decisions I make in the story itself, unlike my other art

written descriptions of people are a weak point for me, generally I’ll kinda know at least the key aspects of what folks look like, but the descriptions I come up with on page are always frustratingly vague............. n drawing them out helps me fill in the blanks and give my descriptions a bit more life and personality IMO, ‘cause I mean

there’s little things about people’s appearances that are pretty personal, little quirks or habits they have, etc, that I wouldn’t think of in writing, whereas in art they just crop up naturally

and also sometimes I’ll write a description of a character or have an image of them in my head and I’ll be like Yeah This Is Them but then when I draw them my hands will just make their own decisions

and whatever the hands create is Law and Official Canon as far as I’m concerned, I will always trust the hands over my initial plans when it comes to characters, and they have not failed me so far

and now that I’ve gone on a whole spiel about how (outside of helping me pin down character details) creating art isn’t generally something that inspires a lot of story development or daydreams, it’s time for me to completely contradict that because, like I said earlier: Undertow

this is a WIP that came into existence purely from art inspiration! basically I came up with Aster’s design on the fly because someone was like “it’s genderqueer pride day” and I was like Oh Sick Time To Make A New Genderqueer OC

most of the characters in Undertow were drawn and designed long before I had any clue who they were or what their deal was. the entire premise of Aster as a character was born within like two hours from one silly doodle. then I was like “BUT WHAT IF SHE HAD FRIENDS” so I drew some friends, who ended up being Kit and Meg. n their relationships with each other and the kind of story in which they find themselves all just kind of spiralled out from a series of silly doodles and took on a life of their own :P

I think it’s a different scenario since Undertow exists purely as a vessel for shenanigans and self-indulgent nonsense, so I was feeling a lot less pressure to be grounded and serious, I could just throw things around like “amnesiac clairvoyant delivery driver with an illegal magic crime truck” and “necromancer who doesn’t believe in magic who wants to reanimate a t-rex to honour his dead wife” to see what stuck and I had no need to be like “hm, but is that Realistic, though?”

unrestrained summer fun!

it’s easier for me to let myself daydream in relation to art when there’s none of this pressure, which I think is what separates Undertow from my other projects c:

plus Undertow is the one WIP of mine that I’ve always pictured in a kind of episodic comic format, though I lack the skill set or the patience to pull this off hahaha

as such, most of my development for it comes in the form of messing around with the artistic side of things!! as it should be, I think

anyway that’s enough from me I think, thanks for reading, have a fantastic day, hope you see some cool birds (if you do please tell me about them)