#a GIANT lightbulb went off

[seph-on-an-irrational-planet]

I’m only an episode and a half in but I’d kill for The West Wing Thing guys take on the moffat era of doctor who

[luffington]

cream-filled ♡

➤ summary: Your devoted husband really wants to have a baby with you, so he figures out a solution to your size difference. (18+)

➤ pairing: charlotte katakuri x afab!reader

➤ word count: 2.2k

➤ warnings: extreme size kink, breeding kink, belly bulge, age difference (reader is mid-20s), cumplay, titjob, creative use of mochi, established relationship, fluff, 'wife' for reader

➤ notes: katakuri’s height is biblically accurate and i did very questionable math to figure out his dick size.... this is literally so nasty but silly donut man is definitely a freak <3

NSFW under the break! minors dni thank uuu

Months after your wedding, your husband marched into your shared bedroom, arms crossed and face buried in his scarf, and stated, “Mama wants us to have a baby.”

You furrowed your brows in confusion. If Big Mom really wanted little Katakuris running around, she should’ve considered your physical incompatibility before arranging your marriage. He was practically double your age and triple your height. Plus, the Emperor typically prioritized babies from her weaker children – Oven, Daifuku, and Perospero all remained childless, and her second son’s bounty spoke for itself. She occasionally made lighthearted comments to you about wanting a grandchild, but it sounded more like a fantasy than a demand.

As a thick silence settled between you, Katakuri became increasingly flustered. A lightbulb went off in your head and a knowing smile spread across your face. The tips of his ears turned red as he finally admitted, “Okay, I want a baby.”

Oh, he was precious. “And I would love to have one with you, honey, but I don’t know how. Your dick just can’t fit.”

Everything about Katakuri was enormous, and his cock was no exception. At full hardness, it measured at least eighteen inches – nearly the size of your entire torso. He understandably had a hard time finding sexual partners previously, and poor Katakuri was almost more nervous about showing you his dick than his fangs. Lucky for him, you didn’t scare easily.

As an average-sized human, your body was certainly too small to take it, but your sex life was absolutely thriving. Your husband worshiped every inch of you, and eating your pussy as ferociously as Mama during a hunger pang became as routine as his meriendas. And anything you could do with his cock turned him on – your dedication to pleasing him was enough to make him lightheaded. 

He’d even started training you to take his gigantic length. Katakuri replicated his dick into a mochi dildo with a donut-shaped base, then fucked you slow and deep to let you adjust to its size. The dildos got bigger and bigger, and you had already made some progress in loosening your hole. Neither of you cared if nothing ever came of it – it was intimate, fun, and incredibly sexy. 

“I came up with a solution,” Katakuri muttered shyly. “I… I think you’ll like it.”

“So mysterious,” you giggled, though you expected nothing less from him. Shifting your position to emphasize your skimpy lounge outfit as you spread your legs enticingly. “Alright, get in here.”

Your husband crossed the room with two thundering footsteps, draped his feathery scarf over a chair, then carefully removed his spurred boots. Two intimidating accessories stripped away barely affected his menacing appearance, but to you, it revealed the gentle giant underneath. Katakuri’s knees sunk into the huge mattress yet he still towered over you, a mix of adoration and hunger burning in his dark eyes. 

He easily flipped your positions so you rested on top of his bare chest. Always overly careful with your small frame and wanting to eliminate the risk of harming you, which usually resulted in him underneath you. The man who supposedly never lied on his back cared more about your safety than his outward image of perfection. He adored his pretty wife, his tiny wife. Blood rushed to his dick when he noticed that your toes barely reached his hips in this position.

You cupped his jaw and kissed him passionately, running your fingers through his cropped hair. The taste of sugary strawberry frosting overwhelmed your tastebuds as his broad tongue penetrated your mouth, though he was cautious about keeping his teeth away from your delicate skin. Sensing his hesitation, you broke the kiss to lick along one of his protruding fangs seductively.

“Such a gorgeous little thing,” he murmured reverently before pressing his lips against yours again. “How did I end up with someone as perfect as you?”

“Mama has good taste,” you shrugged with a grin. Katakuri undid his skull-shaped belt buckle and slid out of his tight leather pants, not missing the way you subtly rolled your pelvis against his solid abs. He was incredibly disciplined but he adored your impatience – everything about you was so fucking cute. 

“Jerk me off,” he grumbled against your lips. Straightforward as always, but never intentionally harsh or commanding with you. Katakuri lovingly rubbed the top of your head with his huge hand then brought it down on your ass with a light smack. 

You squealed and gave him one final peck on the lips before stripping, carelessly throwing your clothes onto the floor. Dark eyes admired your naked form as you crawled down his body, playfully tracing the vertical lines of his tattoo, then slid down the elastic waistband of his donut-print underwear. Even at half-hardness, his cock was big enough to split you in two. You straddled his hips and settled your bare core atop his heavy balls.

Katakuri licked his lips at the lewd sight of you wrapping your tiny hands around his dick – your fingertips couldn’t even touch. Spitting on the mushroom head as a meaningless attempt at lubrication, you firmly stroked your palms up and down his massive length. He willed his hips to stay still and let you set the pace, though it was relatively hard to control his animalistic instincts in bed with you. Your tongue darted out to kitten-lick his slit, fingers trailing along his cock’s more prominent veins. 

“That’s it, sweetheart, get me nice and hard. Show me how much you want my cum deep in your womb.” His words went straight to your cunt, and you relieved the ache by grinding down on his testicles. Katakuri cursed under his breath and watched you open your jaw as wide as possible to suckle on the head of his dick. His salty precum had a slight mochi aftertaste – the sticky substance permeated every bit of his body, and the flavor was strangely addicting. 

You noticed your husband eyeing your breasts, their softness squished against his cock and hard nipples massaging the sensitive skin. Even more blood rushed south when he pictured them swollen with delicious milk. He knew he wouldn’t be able to resist sucking them dry as an additional afternoon snack. With a mischievous smirk, you situated his giant length between your tits and pressed them together for good measure. Katakuri’s cock jerked against you, smearing a hefty load of precum on your cheek.

“You like it when I give you a titjob, huh? Do my boobs feel good wrapped around your dick?” He nodded as if he was in a trance. “Dirty old man,” you chuckled, turning his cheeks an adorable shade of red.

Katakuri never admitted this to you, but he sometimes imagined using you as his own little toy. The most fucked up version of it involved using you as a fleshlight, your body stretching like dough around him as he speared his dick inside your tiny cunt. Seeing how deep it could go, then lifting you up his length and trying again. 

However, that was obviously unrealistic, so he usually imagined you exactly as you were now. Warm skin flush against him, dick nestled between your arms and tits as he used your body to jerk himself off. Maybe that did make him a dirty old pervert, but he had a feeling you’d be willing to try it. 

That dirty fantasy, paired with your debauched expression and your hot cunt moving against his balls, almost pushed him into dangerous territory. But no, he needed to save his cum for something much more important. Katakuri grabbed your thighs and flipped your positions again, hovering over you with lust-blown eyes. 

He growled at the sight of your drenched pussy. “This all for me?” His thick thumb parted your folds to collect your slick, then he stuck the digit in his mouth and slurped happily. “Mmm, so sweet, I could get addicted to this.” As if he wasn’t already. “Can I have more?”

You giggled. “You can have whatever you want, Kata. No need to be so nervous.”

“Don’t wanna break you,” he mumbled breathlessly but didn’t give you a chance to respond. He dove between your legs, his impressive tongue easily splitting your cunt apart and making your eyes roll back into your skull. 

“K-Kata… holy fuck.” Your thighs shook around his head as your brain quickly dissolved into mush. “Harder, ahh, please…” 

Your husband eagerly complied, holding your thighs wide open and prodding his wet muscle even deeper inside you. He was already drunk off your juices and your pussy continued to gush around his tongue. When he found the spot that made your back arch off the bed, he licked over it incessantly, pulling away for only a moment to lap at your neglected clit. 

A sharp fang brushed against the delicate flesh of your inner thigh and made you flinch, but you just grabbed his hair and kept him pressed against your cunt. You would gladly take even the harshest teeth marks if it meant he kept eating you out like that. 

Katakuri restrained himself from going any further when he noticed the telltale signs of your orgasm. “Ready?” He asked, his chin completely soaked in your juices. You nodded eagerly despite not knowing what you were consenting to. You trusted your sweet husband to treat you well – and you wanted a baby just as much as he did.

He sat back on his haunches, clutching your thigh in one massive hand and grabbing the base of his cock with the other. Tilting your bottom half slightly upwards until his dick was aligned with your cunt. For a terrifying yet exhilarating moment, you honestly thought he was going to push it inside. 

“Hold yourself open for me.” Oh. That was his plan. You gladly used both hands to spread your pussy lips wide, your fluttering hole completely visible and begging to be filled by him. Katakuri began roughly jerking off, pretty eyes laser-focused on your cunt as he grunted quietly. He pressed the flushed red tip of his cock against your hole, which was already straining from the tiniest bit of pressure.

“Fill me up, honey,” you whimpered with a blissed-out grin. “Prove that you want to be a father.”

Your husband came with a deep moan as if on command, emptying his balls and spraying copious amounts of thick, creamy cum across your skin. Some of it miraculously made it into your spread hole and trickled deep inside your soaked cunt. The rest overflowed onto your thighs and tummy, globs dripping down the crack of your ass and onto the sheets below. 

Without wasting a moment, Katakuri gathered up some stray cum with two fingers and plunged them into your cunt. You nearly screamed from the sudden intrusion – his digits alone were bigger than any of your past partners’ cocks, and so much better. He repeated the perverted process until nearly every drop was shoved inside your pretty pussy. But he didn’t stop there. An obscene squelching noise echoed throughout the room as he scissored around the pool of his hot semen. Your stomach was stuffed so full of cum that it bulged out into a pretty bump.

“So fucking full. Imagine what you’ll look like pregnant – fuck, I’d get to see this every day.” He practically drooled at the visible outline of his fingers thrusting in and out. Your tiny little body worked so hard to accommodate his size and you loved every second of it. “My sweet cream-filled donut, I could eat you right up.”

You wanted to laugh at his endearing ridiculousness – his adorable love of sweets even found its way into dirty talk. But all air was knocked out of your lungs when he prodded at your cervix, literally trying to shove his cum inside the miniscule opening. He lifted you off the bed by your leg even more, willing gravity to assist the semen flowing inside you.

Katakuri continued to finger-fuck you with calculated thrusts, but when his teeth sunk into your thigh – hard enough to break the skin but not enough to bleed – you finally hit your peak. You shrieked loud enough for all of Totto Land to hear, making it known that your seventeen-foot tall husband likely just fucked triplets into you. Your tongue lolled out of your mouth and you almost blacked out, but Katakuri kept you grounded in reality with gentle kisses on your cheeks and forehead, holding your hand and willing your heartbeat to slow down. 

After a few minutes and constant reassurance that you did a great job for him, Katakuri pulled his fingers out and quickly replaced them with a small plug made of mochi. Just to make sure everything stayed inside you (and because he could stare at your stomach bulge for hours).

“Do you think it’ll work?” You panted quietly, eyes fluttering shut with absolute bliss. “Use your Haki. Will I be all swollen with your baby soon?”

“I can’t see that far into the future,” Katakuri smiled, heart overflowing with love for you. “So let’s keep trying until it does.”

[raileurta]

Humans are space cats

Finally finished the 200 followers poll fic. Here's the link to the ao3 version if you want but the fic will be under the cut.

The cold rain pelted gently on his hood; it has been a rather quiet week, Bumblebee thought. Things were going smoothly with human relations and a decepticon hasn't been spotted for a month. Even if they did find one he knew they wouldn’t harm humans. Honestly, why was he even doing a patrol in the first place? Pushing air through his vents Bee let out the equivalent to a Cybertronian sigh. As he was mulling things to do through his head he heard a muffled cry. It was barely louder than the rain but could tell it was coming from the alley on his left. Quietly driving into it he came upon a rather weird sight; a human was sitting in a box curled up hugging his knees face pressed into them in the rain not trying to keep himself dry. Bumblebee knew humans didn't like getting their coverings wet and they could get sick doing this so this worried him. The boy was wearing a simple gray T-shirt and a pair of black cotton shorts. This outfit was definitely not suitable for this weather, he could even see the human was shaking. He let out another small sob, tears running down his face. Bee didn't know what to do, a lot of humans were still scared of transformers and he didn't want to upset the boy further. Then to steal a human term a lightbulb went off in his helm. He remembered something about humans he learned from Ratchet a bit ago. Pulling out quietly he reluctantly left the human to drive to the nearest grocery store.

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Bumblebee pulled by the alleyway again and with his sensors he could tell that the human was still there. He then transformed and walked into the alley. The small organic looked up from his position startled by the noise of his loud footsteps. His eyes were puffy from his crying and tear steaks could be seen on his face. Bumblebee felt his spark ache in his chest plate. Slowly he crouched down to the ground and carefully set the “chocolate” down on the ground and pushed it towards the organic. From what he learned this was a fuel most of humanity universally loved and the chemicals in it helped calm them down. The boy looked at him skeptical then at the chocolate then turned his gaze back up to his helm again. Bumblebee let out a soothing buzz noise hoping it would relax the human more. They sat like that in the rain for a few seconds, neither of them moving a digit. Gradually the boy reached for the offering and pulled it towards his chest in a fearful burst: as if afraid the bot was going to change his mind and take it from him. Bumblebee suppressed a chuckle at the little human’s actions. The earthling inspected the chocolate looking it over to see if it had been tampered with; deeming it safe to eat he bit into it. Bumblebee watched as he ate the little treat, his cheeks adorably bulging with its contents. Once finished the boy looked up at him; he was holding another piece of chocolate. Instead of putting it on the ground he extended his hand down to the human’s height and waited for him. Shakily he walked over to me clearly hesitant. Now out of the box I could see he didn't even have any shoes on. His feet must be freezing. When the boy was in arms reach of the fuel I spoke:

“My designat- name is bumblebee. What is yours?’ Bee stated simply.

The human was startled at my voice, clearly not expecting the sudden sound.

“Sorry for scaring you, but please do not be frightened, I will not harm you.” Bumblebee said in his most soft voice he could produce.

He was so thankful that Ratchet managed to fix his voice box finally. Otherwise this would be so much more difficult.

The human still looked skeptical which was to be expected considering he's a stranger that was a giant robot that could kill him in a nanosecond. When he took the chocolate a soft voice rang.

“My name's Sam.”

Bumblebee was in awe at the voice he heard. It pleasantly strung at his audio receptors and sounded oh so sweet. A little sneeze broke him out of his cuteness induced distraction. He had to get Sam out of the rain before he became ill. He took a large towel out of his subspace that he bought from the store and draped it over the human’s figure. Sam I instantly snuggled into the new warmth.

“Sam why are you sitting in this alley with improper clothes?”

The human grimaced at his question.

“Do you have somewhere to go?

Sam didn't answer again, he just curled the towel around him tighter. Seeing as his questions were just making the boy more upset he decided to stop.

“If you are comfortable with it I can take you back to my base.”

Bumblebee internally slapped the back of his helm. Why did he say that?! Now Sam is probably thinking he's creepy. He should have offered to take him to a shelter or-

“Sure.”

The boy's answer spurred him out of his spiral. Not one to question good luck he transformed and opened the driver door. Sam stepped in and Bumblebee drove off.

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They arrived at home base after a couple minutes. Sam throughout the journey didn't say a single word. Bee didn't want to overwhelm him so he decided to let it be. Pulling into the garage he opened his left door. The human hopped outside and started to look around marveling at the large room. Transforming he walking towards the wash racks he made a head gesture for Sam to follow him, stumbling after the mech he rushed to keep up with him. It reminded Bee of a sparkling not quite used to their peds yet.

Arriving at the wash racks he looked around for something that Sam could bathe in; after a few seconds of looking he found a container that wasn't too big for the human. He turned on a nearby sink and filled it with warm water up to around Sam’s chest. Checking to make sure the temperature is not too hot. He then grabbed some car soap, the ingredients indicating nothing in it would hurt Sam. He would have to buy human shampoo if Sam was to stay here long term. Speaking of the boy he was exploring, currently trying to see on top of a stool.

Humans were so tiny heh.

Walking over to the human he bent down to him just like he has seen Optimus has done many times.

“Sam, I have prepared you a bath. May I pick you up to take you to it?”

“Yeah.” Sam said quietly.

Carefully he scooped up Sam in his hands making sure to be extra gentle carrying him. The earthling hand held onto his thumb to support himself and oooh he's so soft and warm. His hand barely being able to reach around his thumb to hold. It took a lot of his willpower to prevent himself from just snuggling the human to his face plate.

He put Sam next to the bath, and double checking to make sure he had everything he needed bumblebee reluctantly was about to leave. He knew about humans’ displeasure for being seen unclothed. Sam unexpectedly though apparently wasn't in the norm as he just took off his clothes and hopped in. He relaxed against the metal of his makeshift tub, letting the warm water ease his stress.

Bumblebee wasn't sure what to do. He's never met a human before that willingly disrobed themselves in front of him. He looked towards the soap and wondered to himself. Most Cybertronians wash each other to show affection and considering Sam's nudeness he wondered if he wouldn't mind being washed either. Also it's not like Sam could really use anything without help. He picked up the car soap and a cloth nearby. He made a questioning noise at Sam hoping he got what his intentions were. The boy looked up at him then at the items in his hands. A lot of emotions flickered over his face before landing on neutrality.

Sam made a small nod.

Dabbing some soap on a corner piece of the rag he gently started to rub the human’s head. Bumblebee would spend the next few minutes washing hi- the human. Making sure to get all of Sam's surface clean leaving the gentila area for him to wash himself. The mech knew how much of a no no area that it was for earthlings even among the most chill ones. Sam seemed surprised when he didn't wash him there. But Bee ignored that and started getting a towel for the human. It was one of the Cybertronian ones as the one he bought earlier was still wet. He helped Sam out of the tub and after dumping the water he wrapped the boy up. Despite being a hand towel it still managed to swallow the boy up looking very much “burritoed” as the humans would say. His processors were nearly overloading at the endearing sight in front of him; Sam just looked so cute. Continuing to resist the urge to snuggle the small human he asked Sam if he wanted anything. Shyly he asked if Bee still has any more chocolate on him. Luckily he had bought three candies so he still had one left. He took out the treat from his subspace and gave it to Sam; he happily took it from him. Offering his hand again the human quickly got on it. Bee brought up the little human burrito against his chest humming slightly as he walked over to the Autobot branded couch. He sat down and looked down at Sam. He was nibbling on the chocolate, a piece stuck on one of the boy’s cheeks. He lightly dusted it off with his pointer figure and when he did Sam grabbed his hand again. Bumblebee made no move to remove the boy’s grip from his finger. As they sat there slowly but surely a smile spread upon Sam's face. It was a tiny thing barely noticeable but it was there.

Primus help him, he was in love.

Throughout their whole time together Sam had not smiled, not once but he wished he did. He wanted to see the human’s happy face. Bee didn't know why become so attached to this human so quickly but he doesn't care; not if he could be the reason Sam smiled again. It was the most beautiful thing he has ever seen in his long long life. (And he's seen the allspark) Primus he wished he had lips so he could kiss Sam's forehead. Bee will settle on pressing the human against his face plate. As Sam snuggled into him he vowed then and there that he would protect Sam with his life.

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[rottenpumpkin13]

impulsive purchases Sephiroth has made?

Poor Financial Choices In Sephiroth's Apartment

• A gumball machine. He bought it purely because he didn't know these things could be bought. He followed Genesis to one of those whimsical upscale furniture stores when he was redecorating, spotted the gumball machine, and made his choice without asking how much is cost.

• Yoga gear, enough to open his own studio. In his defense, he does practice yoga, but there was a point in the beginning where he got wayy too into it and started buying everything he saw. It was a mistake, because all he uses is one (1) yoga mat. At least Angeal knows who to go to in case he ever needs 62 yoga balls.

• A mini trampoline. Again, he didn't know they existed before he saw one.

• A coffee table that doubles as a mini pool table when the glass top comes off. Again, he saw it at the store, went "ooh!" and then made Genesis and Angeal lug it back to his place. (he was too busy carrying the light up wall-sword-holder contraption he got for Masamune)

• A giant scented candle the size of a barrel. He likes scented candles, but hates how fast they run out, so to combat this he bought "that monstrosity" (Genesis' words, not his). It smells like eucalyptus. The smoke detector picked it up one time at 1AM and they had to evacuate the residence floor. Angeal confiscated it.

• A humidifier shaped like a cat that lights up and purrs. It's impractical, it doesn't work properly, and is an eye sore according to Genesis. Sephiroth only bought it because "that's not something you see every day."

• A plasma lamp, a lava lamp, a night sky projector, light-up LED lights, a lamp that's a skull with a lightbulb in its mouth. If it lights up in any different or interesting way shape or form, odds are Sephiroth has it.

• House slippers shaped like two chocobos that heat up. Zack talked him into buying them, but he never wears it on account of feeling ridiculous whenever he does. He wears them when he's alone but that's besides the point.

• A giant weighted stuffed chocobo he got from Genesis as a gag gift. Sephiroth doesn't see the gag. If he drapes the chocobo over himself it simulates human contact.

• Waffle iron, popcorn machine, hot chocolate maker, donut iron, things he buys and claims he'll use, but never does because he barely ever cooks. The only times he eats home cooked meals are when Angeal cooks for them, and it will be a cold day in hell before Hewley is caught making an omelet with a machine.

• Sephiroth once followed Angeal to the flea market in the slums, where he proceeded to thrift an entire collection of mugs shaped like realistic skulls. "Aren't these a novelty? I think I'll name each of them."

• A comically huge beanbag chair that makes him look (and feel) small when he's nestled into it.

• In conclusion, this is the result of growing up isolated in a lab without autonomy, and then gaining adult money and personal space.

[everlasting-rainfall]

Hi I’m new to requesting stuff , hopefully I’ve done this right XD also hope your doing ok and drinking plenty of water 💕

can I please request the Crane Game AU please :)

Reaching into a crane game to grab something only to be grabbed and pulled into a plush world

Yandere : Joyboy 

What if reader won something from the crane game , only when their went to grabbed it , something grabbed them instead. 

Reader now teleported into the plush world where their meet Joyboy who’s more than happy to show reader around …lets just hope reader doesn’t slip up and accidentally asked how do they get back home .

Oh don’t worry, dear! You did it absolutely perfectly! Couldn’t have been better in all honesty! Thank you for reminding me to drink water, and I’m going to do so right now once I finish this sentence. Doing it. And done!

Also yes, you most certainly can! But I’d like to clear some things up real quick, I know that currently Joyboy does not have an official design. So based off some old fanart, I’ve saw of him that made me fall for him.

I personally headcanon him to be a giant (or at least just really tall) with a big black beard, long black hair, having a dad body, and having quite a bit of body hair. So until proven otherwise, this is how I will see him. I hope you don’t mind!

Now before I start rambling about things, and getting side-tracked! Let’s get to it!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

Transformation, Clinginess, Being Trapped for Eternity, Noncon Mention, Being Treated like You’re Crazy, Body Horror (?), Attempted Coercion into Pregnancy

!-POTENTIAL TRIGGER WARNINGS-!

!-MINORS DO NOT INTERACT AT ALL-!

BEWARE SPOILERS

Okay so let’s imagine that you’re playing a crane game, you’re trying to win this really fluffy stuffed animal that looks really appealing. It doesn’t matter where you are, you’re playing the game regardless.

But when it goes to drop the plush into the prize slot, it gets stuck right on the edge of it. You’re annoyed of course as it was so close!

You get a brilliant idea though, and reach right on up the prize slot. It’s within grabbing range, and you did win it. No harm done!

The fuzz from the plush just barely brushes against your fingers before you feel something grab your wrist tightly. You try to fight it as it pulls you with tremendous strength, but it won’t let go.

Suddenly you’re being pulled into the machine, you sit atop the giant pile of plushies for less than a second before you’re pulled down into them. You have no idea what has you, or how this pile goes so deep.

But soon? You’re reach the bottom, and good news! Your wrist is free! But bad news, you’re falling from up in the clouds down to an island.

Your first reaction is screaming cause “Holy shit! I’m gonna die!”, and there is no second reaction until you feel yourself be caught. You cautiously open your eyes, and you’re staring at a giant plush.

He seems so happy to see you as he holds you like you’re a bride.

“There you are, Sunshine! I’ve been looking all over for you!”

I think you’d probably be too shocked to really say anything as you look around. Everything is made out of some kind of material used for sewing except for the sun which almost looks like a lightbulb and… Is the sky a quilt?

In all honesty, it probably feels like you stepped right into some kind of children’s television show… But your brain is going a mile a minute as it tries to process everything, you probably can’t even hear Joyboy trying to talk to you.

“Sunshine? Can you hear me at all? Hey… I’m talking to you… Sunshine?”

When your brain eventually does process everything, you pass right out in Joyboy’s arms. He’s not bothered though, this just saves him from having to deal with you freaking out about things.

It’s what everyone does after all when they’re pulled to this world! And although he did choose you to take, he is happy that he doesn’t have to deal with the typical “Where am I?! What the fuck is going on?!” sort of stuff. At least not yet anyways.

So Joyboy will take you back to his home. He’ll set up a fake scene, he’ll change your clothes to one of his shirts as a nightgown, and lay you down in his bed with a wet washcloth on your forehead.

Honest to god, he loves how you look in his bed! The size difference between the two of you just makes it so cute! Your small human body in his bed that’s meant to accommodate his big plush body.

Maybe he’ll have some time with you… Just to ensure that the scene is far more believable when you wake up… Some physical soreness never hurt anyone…

As a result when you wake up, you’ll feel an incredible soreness like you’ve been stretched to hell and back. So you start to sit up only for the washcloth to fall into your lap, you’re so confused until the man himself enters.

He puts on a facade about how happy he is that you’re finally awake, as he was starting to grow worried about you. And you understandably freak out because “Giant talking plush man!!”.

Joyboy will feign surprise, and then severe worry because “Don’t you remember me, Sunshine? Shh, it’s okay!! It’s me, your husband!! Joyboy!! You know I’m a plush man!!”.

Once Joyboy has managed to calm you down enough, he’ll lie to you and tell you that you’ve had a horrible fever the past few days. You’ve been unconscious for the past week with a high temperature.

He’ll claim that your high temperatures must have affected your brain, and caused amnesia. He knows that he’s lying his ass off, and he doesn’t care.

And if you try to bring up that you’re a human, and you’re not from a world where the sun is not a sun shaped lightbulb? He’ll agree that yeah, you are different from plush people but he has no clue what a “human” is. Is that what you’ve decided to call whatever you are?

As for the other world, he brushes it off as “Oh you were dreaming, sunshine! What else would the sun be? A ball of gas?”.

You can try to argue all that you want with this man, it’s not gonna work. Eventually he’ll tell you to just get some rest as you still must be loopy, he’ll show you around tomorrow to jog your memory.

There’s no room for you to fight back as he interrupts you as soon as you speak. Until you finally agree to rest, or sleep.

In the morning, he gives you food and you’re thankful that the food is at least normal. Joyboy is smiling the entire time that you eat, he claims that it’s because he’s so glad your appetite is back.

In actuality, he knows that since your body is allowing you to eat plush world food instead of completely rejecting it. It’s a sign that you’re becoming trapped here with him.

Maybe he’ll try to take a tiny bit of off of your plate for himself, but just a tiny bit. And he laughs quite heartily when he gets caught, something about it just brings him so much happiness for some reason.

Eventually once you’re finished eating, he’ll pick you up in the palm of his plush hand. He’ll take you outside, and to all the places that he claims he used to take you. The place where you had your first date, where you first met, your favorite spot to sit and relax with him, the absolute best place to find the tastiest plush world food.

Each time he’ll ask “Do you remember this place?”, and when you don’t. He’ll tell you all sorts of stories about the things that you and him have done here together, it doesn’t sound the most convincing but he won’t allow you to claim that it didn’t happen.

And if you try to then he’ll take on a somewhat dark tone as he tells you that it did happen. You just don’t remember right now, and that you should stop saying that it didn’t.

He’ll even take you around to meet everyone that he knows. Zunesha, Emeth, even his dad! Nika! (Personal Headcanon). Each, and every single one of them will back Joyboy up on what he’s saying. Every little bit of it.

None of them will believe you either about the world that you came from. Saying that you have some crazy fever dreams… A world where people don’t bleed stuffing, and everyone has skin instead of fabric? Absolutely crazy! What will you come up with next?

Honestly though, you know what’s supposed to be right. And you’re determined to get home even though you fell from the sky.

Joyboy might be big, but you heavily doubt that he’ll help you get home with the way he’s acting towards you. You could try, and ask his friends or Dad if you got desperate enough.

But he won’t let you out of his sight. “Wherever you go, I go!”, he’d gleefully say when you try to use the bathroom. Or try to do quite literally anything…

Plus do you really think that Nika is gonna help his son’s darling get away from him? Yeah, I think not… He’ll probably immediately tell Joyboy everything then you are so fucked…

Imagine the visual of this giant plush man looming over you, and looking less than pleased. It doesn’t matter if he’s a plush animal, or if he’s just a plush version of himself, I still feel like that would be scary.

So probably best to not say anything as Nika will rat you out in a heartbeat, and any of his friends might do the exact same thing.

Best to come up with a plan of escape on your own. I feel like he’d definitely notice if you were doing it on your daily outings, so it’s best to do it while he’s sleeping. I feel like he’d snore very loudly too, so unless you can sleep through that then best to make plans while you can’t sleep.

It’s not there’s anything else to do. As if you try to get out of bed then he’ll wake up. Joyboy will go from dead sleep to wide awake “where are you going?” “uhhh… Thirsty…?” “Oh I’ll come with you… I’m kinda thirsty too…” Then it’ll be right back to bed. Also if you’re wondering “Couldn’t I just ask to sleep in a different room?” then the answer is no… You could request earplugs if you want though, but I doubt that’ll block it.

Might be quite surreal to see a plush person eat or drink in all honesty…

Anywho… So honestly I feel like once you’re in plush world, you can’t get out unless you can somehow manage to find someone or something to fly you out of the sky quilt before you’re cemented here…

You’re likely stuck here forever then, and once this sets in for you. That’s when things start, you’ll begin to notice that your skin feels different… Like fabric…

When Joyboy takes you out on outings with him to show you around, and walk to all of his favorite places in the wilderness, the lightbulb sun will actually start to start to feel like actual sunlight. Those plush birds will sound more like birds instead of voice boxes.

Joyboy will notice all of these changes in your behavior as you look around for what you were sure was a non-plush bird. He knows that you’re going to be cemented into this world soon.

So that’s when he starts showing you all these new places, he’ll take you to this nice spot out in the wilderness saying his parents brought him here when he was a kid. He loved it, and he hopes that he’ll be able to share that with his own kids someday.

If you try to brush him off with those comments then he’ll probably get more direct. Telling you things like “You know, Sunshine… We should have a baby soon…” and “It’d be so nice to have your belly sewing together a little one for us…”

Does it make you uncomfortable especially when he rubs your belly? Probably yes… Does he care? No…

I feel like Joyboy would be one of the Yandere’s that has a somewhat low chance of forcing themselves onto you. Like every Yandere has their limit before they do, Joyboy is willing to wait for quite a long time though to fill you with whatever is cum for plush people.

And one day when you’re getting changed, or taking a shower or something. That’s when you’ll see it. Your skin is turning plush.

Could be patchwork, could be fuzz, could be anything really… Regardless your skin is becoming fabric…

Try and pull it off? Not coming off, and it’s slowly spreading across your body. Of course you panic, and the sound of it alerts Joyboy.

If he’s not in the room (unlikely) then he’ll come running, and if he is then he’ll whip around or throw the shower curtain open to see you.

And once he does, he’ll groan a little “Sunshine, you made me think that something horrible was happening!” “Something horrible is happening!! My skin is turning plush!!” “That’s great, not horrible! Now you’re just like me instead of… What did you call it? Hue-van?”

Regardless of what you say, Joyboy will watch as the plush slowly creeps along your body. Imagine if his touch accelerated it too?

So you have him poking at the fabric occasionally while chuckling, you try to smack his hands away and he just keeps doing it. All until the plush fully consumes you.

You’re no longer a human, and you’ll be inanimate for a good bit as your insides transform. Once it’s all finished, you’ll be a plush person just like everyone else in this world.

Now you couldn’t leave even if you found a way to get past the sky quilt, you’re stuck here for all eternity now…

Joyboy will help you up onto your feet, and assist you with getting used to your new body. He’ll watch you as you stumble about on plush legs with a chuckle.

“Is it really that hard getting used to new legs, sunshine? You don’t have to learn if it’s really that hard, I’ll carry you around everywhere…”

He’ll do it too, don’t think that he won’t…

Maybe after a few years, Joyboy will have conveniently forgotten that you used to be a… What was it again? A Hue-van? Or was it a Mew-Band? Blue-can? Sew-blan? It doesn’t matter…

But for right now, he’ll enjoy your new plush form and relish in the fact that you’re here to stay now…

In more ways than one too! As now that you’re a plush person, you can far more easily accommodate his size…

[werewolfnightwalker]

De-aged Keigo, part two

Part one here!

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The Quirk didn't wear off until some point near midnight. Fortunately, Hawks- Keigo- slept through most of it. He stubbornly refused to let Dabi put him down, clinging to the arsonist like he was a giant teddy bear.

Which, to be frank, was fine with Dabi; he wasn't sure he could let go of Keigo if he wanted to.

He ended up in the recliner, the footrest kicked up and back laid down, so that he could be partially horizontal as the tiny, winged boy slept on his chest. Compress had been nice enough to throw a blanket over them, and Spinner put on one of his more kid-appropriate animes for background noise.

But while Keigo slept, gentle, cooing snores rolling in his chest, Dabi laid awake, thinking.

Keigo remembered Touya; that made sense, he supposed. He'd reverted to his child self, so he'd have his child memories. Sure.

And Dabi remembered Keigo; as much as he'd tried to bury those memories next to Touya, the day that Hawks had approached him and asked to join the League… It was obvious Hawks hadn't recognized him, not like how Dabi recognized Hawks, but… did Hawks even remember?

He wouldn't blame him if he didn't, but having his own reminder sleeping on his chest was… not a feeling he wanted to name.

He wanted to ask Hawks- the grown up Hawks- but how the hell could he even approach that? What if the Quirk wears off and Hawks doesn't remember?

… Then again, what if he did? Something akin to a lightbulb went on in Dabi's head, and he was easing himself up into a more vertical position. "Hey, birdie?" He whispered to the boy on his chest, "Birdie, wake up."

Keigo made a small noise of protest and curled in on himself. "Sleeping." He mumbled.

"I know, but I just need you to listen. Are you listening?"

"Mhm." Keigo sighed, still not opening his eyes as he tugged the blanket closer around him.

Dabi took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "My name is Touya Todoroki." He whispered to him, "Whatever happens when you go back to your grown up size, I just want you to know that I'm… I'm glad to have you back."

A sleepy coo answered him. "Touya…" He mumbled, his wings twitching, "I miss him."

Dabi just barely managed not to flinch. "I know. I'm sorry." He wrapped his arms around Keigo tightly, pulling him up close to his chest as he laid back down. Keigo grumbled from being shuffled, but settled again, his face pressed into Dabi's neck.

Dabi had managed to fall into somewhat of a doze for a few hours, before the weight on top of him- no more than twenty pounds, if even that much- suddenly increased. The small bundle of a body filled out, and Dabi's eyes flew open in time for him to get a faceful of a suddenly massive wing that stretched out as it grew.

Hawks was back, and beginning to stir. Pinned as he was, Dabi couldn't move. He just waited, watching as Hawks let go of his shirt and rubbed at his own face, raising his head as he yawned. He opened his eyes and blinked around blearily, finally seeming to recognize where he was.

He finally looked down at what he was laying on, and stiffened in surprise. Even without Hawks' elbow in his gut, Dabi didn't think he'd have been able to breathe in that moment as they made eye contact.

They stared at one another, Hawks in surprise, Dabi… his mind was whirling too fast for him to recognize whatever the hell was making his heart pound. Finally, after several silent seconds, he swallowed. "Morning, sleeping beau-"

"Touya."

Dabi's jaw snapped shut with an audible click. "… Sorry?" He managed.

Hawks blinked several times and frowned, squinting at his face. "I… nothing, sorry. I had a dream about… an old friend." His brows furrowed in thought for a moment, "Did I… I was hit by a Quirk, wasn't I? We were just at the warehouse, and then… what happened?"

Dabi let out the breath he wasn't aware of holding, and quickly told Hawks… almost everything. "You changed back a minute ago."

Hawks nodded slowly, before he sighed and sat back, straddling Dabi's waist. "Did I tell you my name?" He asked flatly.

"… You don't remember?"

"It's fuzzy. All I really remember is what I think was a dream."

A dream. Dabi wasn't sure if it was boldness or desperation (they're the same thing, though, aren't they?) or something as buried as their old names that made him say, "You didn't tell me your name, I already knew it. So I told you mine."

Hawks' eyes snapped to his, an intense, calculating look in his gaze that made Dabi want to shrink away. Slowly, like the sun coming over the horizon, Dabi saw the light of realization clear Hawks' expression away.

"Touya." He breathed, his voice catching like he didn't mean to say it, didn't meant to voice that little hope he had, "T… Touya…?"

Touya wasn't sure where he got the breath, the courage, to whisper back. "Keigo."

Tears flooded his eyes, and a sob wrenched from Keigo's chest as he fell forward, burying his face in Touya's neck. His wings poofed out as Touya wrapped his arms around him, clutching him close like he'd never let him go again (and he wouldn't).

Keigo sobbed into his shoulder, sniffling and whimpering as he clung to him, and Dabi felt heat building behind his eyes that his broken tearducts couldn't release. He just closed his eyes and hung on, pressing his face into Keigo's shoulder.

"I thought- I thought I lost you." Keigo rasped when he managed to get some semblance of oxygen in his lungs.

"You did." Touya croaked, "But I didn't mean to leave you."

Another sob, Keigo's chest heaving against his own. Then, as one, in a movement that was neither planned nor coordinated, the two of them turned their heads until their lips met. Touya could taste the tears that had smeared over Keigo's lips; salty and sharp like the pain cracking his stony heart apart, and he couldn't get enough of either.

His hand came up to tangle in Hawks' hair, as the other clutched the back of his shirt. He felt like he was burning up all over again, in- it was the only way to explain it- in the right way, this time.

When they finally parted, Keigo pulled back just enough to look at him, his hands coming up to cup Touya's burned cheeks. He opened his mouth, and his jaw quivered as he tried to speak, as his eyes searched over his face like he was seeing it, properly, for the first time, taking in the burns and skin grafts and staples. His fingers shook as he reached up and ran them through his hair.

"It's dyed." Touya blurted out, "I mean, I… I died."

"No." Keigo breathed, a shaky smile on his face, "No. You came back to me, Touya."

As bloody tears slipped down Touya's cheeks, he nodded. "I came back. and I'm never leaving you again."

End.

A/N: Thank you for reading! If you enjoyed, consider leaving me a tip! I could really use the help with groceries and name change process!

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

HIIII HOPE YOU'RE DOING GOOD

Recently I rewatched Hunter x Hunter and in it there a character, Shaiapouf, that can multiply himself in like super super tiny versions of himself. And so, I thought what if Foul Legacy could do the same !! You always see him in is big cuddly form but when you got out and he can't accompagny you he would create these tiny version of Foul Legacy to follow you everywhere and keep an eye on you. Or when he just want to have some fun and have a giant hide and seek party, you finding every mini Foul Legacy and being rewared with big cuddle session <3

-nightly thoughts anon

i saw "hide and seek" and a lightbulb went off in my brain

it starts small- literally. you'll find tiny Legacies puttering around the house, curled up on the counter or hanging from the shelves. they always cheep happily at you, flying down to rest on your shoulders and head. they follow you around the house, tiny guardians, usually when Legacy proper is down for a nap or out hunting, and usually there's only three at most, the perfect amount to fit in your lap. the tiny Legacies climb your legs and snuggle into your arms, letting out little peeps and squeaks as they bump their heads against your arms, purrs no more than soft buzzing sounds in your ears. of course, they vanish once Legacy himself wakes up, yawning and ambling over to nudge his face against your shoulder and scoop you into his arms, just the opposite of you holding his miniature versions to your chest, and all is calm and well

then you find a little Legacy in your bag at work one day

you freeze, staring at the tiny Abyssal monster curled up amongst your papers, immediately closing the bag when he perks up and cheeps to muffle the sound. with a hush you slowly open it again, holding a finger to your lips as the small Legacy crawls onto your hand and promptly sits down, looking very pleased with himself. needless to say, you're not very amused when you come home that evening, but the tiny Legacies and Foul Legacy are beside themselves with rumbling laughter. they all promise not to hide in your work supplies anymore, but this sparks a new game for them: hide and seek. it's a way for them to greet you on your way home, hiding along the path and occasionally poking their heads out with mischievous chitters. if you find them all, they all cling to you as you're promptly tackled by Legacy once you step through the door, hoisted up and kindly kidnapped for a few hours of snuggling. if not, don't worry! any Legacies you pass will dart after you, clambering onto your shoulders and squishing their heads against your cheek with a proud chirp of triumph

[pizzafishandchips]

23. "We can fix this, I know we can"

Fandom - Infamous IF Content warnings - strong language Summary - Three times Luna could fix a problem, and the one time she couldn't Relationship - Seven & MC

Growing up, Luna learned she had to fix her own problems herself.

When the lightbulbs needed replacing and her parents were away, she’d pull out the giant ladder, so tall compared to her little child self, and brave the terrifying heights herself. When the power went out, and she had no one to call, she’d trudge out to the fusebox and struggle through. Sitting through endless Youtube videos, frantic online tutorial searches, they became her normal. When something needed to fixed, or some problem needed to be solved, Luna could count on herself to find a solution and put it all back together.

She was out on a drive with Seven, a casual trip for fun to an event several hours away from home. Everything was going well, until they heard a loud pop, and the car began to teeter unsteadily. They pulled over to take a look, and Seven loudly groaned as she steps around to the back.

“Shit, tire got blown out by something,” she cursed. “We still have so much left to go. What the hell are we gonna do?”

Luna patted her hand, giving her a reassuring smile. “It’ll be okay. We can fix this.”

They switch to the temporary replacement tire, managing to carefully roll their way home. Crisis averted.

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The two of them were huddled outside in the nippy winter air, shivering as they try to pull the front gate to the apartment complex open. But they were stopped cold when the gate wouldn’t budge, and when Luna rifled through her key ring, she was dismayed to find that she hadn’t brought the right one.

“What the hell is wrong with your landlord? Why is he locking people out?”

“We technically have a curfew…” she hesitatingly tried to explain. Rummaging through her bag and rest of her pockets, she was relieved to find she’d packed her lockpicks. With some fiddling—not easy when her hands were trembling from the cold—the gate was pushed open. “It’s fine though, I’ve got it.”

Seven was flabbergasted. “You carry those around but not your own keys?!”

“I swear I normally do! I just didn’t think we’d be out this late so I thought we wouldn’t need it…”

“You’re so weird, Luna.” Her voice, while exasperated, was warm as she laughed.

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The band sat together in a circle, heads bent down as their faces scrunch with concentration. Luna squeezed the bridge of her nose as she felt a headache creeping into her temples. It had been a difficult month when it came to gigs; they weren’t strangers to lean times, but it never made it any easier when the bills needed to be paid.

“Okay, well at least we have some stuff lined up for the future so this won’t happen next time, but we’ll need to figure something out for this in the meantime. We have a bit saved up to cover part of this at least,” she sighed.

“Got anyone we can cold call for something immediate?” Jazzy asked.

“Not off the top of my head, but if anyone else knows anyone.”

They discussed it a bit longer, and they were able to come up with some ideas before Luna dismissed everyone. Seven was the one who lingered on after everyone else left, her eyes filled with worry.

“We still might not have enough to cover it all.”

“I know. I’ll figure something out.”

And she did. With what they had saved, plus some extra last minute gigs, they were able to make it through that month. Of course, Luna never let anyone see the final accounting details; it was Seven in the end who figured it out, confronting her one night.

“You… You used some of your own money to pay off the rest of it, didn’t you?” she accused.

Luna shrugged. In the grand scheme of things, it wasn’t something to worry about. She’d need to take some extra work for herself to build it back up, but it was for the band. For them, it was all worth it.

“I told you I’d figure it out.”

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The apartment was a mess.

Or perhaps mess wasn’t the best word to use. It’s half barren, so much of its life packed in boxes that had long been removed from the premises before Luna could protest. She’d returned that night, shocked to find it in such a state, the first time any kind of emotion was able to break through the fog she’d be wading through for the past several days.

And then the rest of the fog was immediately dissipated when Seven suddenly wheeled around the corner, the final batch of her belongings tucked her arms. She froze when their eyes met, a million unspoken words hanging like a guillotine above their heads.

“Seven, you’re not actually…” Luna, not knowing what else to do, reached out to her. Seven, her eyes stormy, stepped away with a look of disgust.

“Get out of the way, Luna. I’m going.”

“What do you mean? Where are you going? Do you really think you can just walk out like this?” Her voice was steadily rising as panic was setting in. This wasn’t real, she pleaded with herself. What happened at the party wasn’t real. What happened after wasn’t real.

Seven glares at her, a look so foreign she physically recoiled. “I can do whatever the fuck I want. I don’t even know why you’re complaining; you’re the one who wanted me to walk anyway.”

Her words cut like a thousand knives. “That is not what I said—”

“No, that is what you said! That’s what all of you said! You didn’t even need to say it to my face. For once in your fucking life, Luna, stop lying.”

“I’m not lying! I never lied to you! If you could just give me a moment to explain—”

“You explained plenty well the last time,” Seven hissed. Memories of the party came rushing back in spite of Luna’s wishes; a bitter taste filled her mouth, a rancid bouquet of frustration and anger and pain. It fills her veins like adrenaline, her pulse spiking as she desperately tries to grasp for life, for any kind of purchase in a situation that was spiraling well out of her control.

“Don’t put words in my mouth like that!” Luna argued, her patience wearing thin. “Yeah, I said some shit, we both did. But you’re so goddamn stubborn and you just see what you want to see without actually listening to the facts!”

“Facts? What facts? Take your fucking facts and piss off. The facts say that you wanted me out. The facts are that you didn’t do shit about it, and you still think I’m in the wrong here? What the hell was I supposed to do, Luna? What could I have possibly done about all of this? You’re the one they wanted. Weren’t you the one they would have listened to? Shouldn’t you have been the one capable of changing anything about this?”

Whatever Luna had to say, it died in her throat. Her hands were beginning to shake; the hard reality of what was about to happen was thundering at the door, refusing to be ignored. She didn’t want this. She never wanted this. This wasn’t what she asked for.

Seven contemptuously shook her head. She saw her opening, making a move to maneuver around her frozen figure. A terrifying fear suddenly gripped Luna’s heart. For some reason, she felt as though if she let her leave like this, she might never see her again. That something irreplaceable would be lost forever.

“Wait, please,” she whimpered, taking hold of Seven’s arm in a death grip. In that moment, she would have been willing to get on her knees. Bend her head to the ground and begged if she needed to. “Please, Seven. We can fix this. I know we can.”

The look she threw back at her chilled her to her bone, and it would haunt her nightmares for months to come. “No, Luna. You can’t. Stop thinking you can fix everything. You can’t fix this.”

Wrenching her arm out of her grasp, she stormed off. Luna could only stand there, staring at the place where Seven’s retreating figure had just been. Seeing both nothing and everything at the same time, lost in the broken, scattered shards of a world she could never piece back together, no matter how hard she tried.

[porlatamconlouis]

heyooo! jules here. i realized i haven't posted anything about the montevideo or buenos aires shows... i've been sort of on a weird mental space, in which i'm the happiest and somehow also mad? at the world? at myself? but anyway. this is about joy!

the show in mvdeo was amazing! my favorite so far before buenos aires happened. besides liam interrupting everyone's attention during giant rooks' set, the energy was so gooood. that performance of chemical, holy shit. oh, and i got to see three people at the back of the pit, when back to you started, one of them started singing without realizing and their friends were like "eh..?" and then the first person got sooo excited when they realized which song it was and started jumping while singing and hitting their friends' arms for them to realize what it was, hajshajsh. and then they all got it when the pre-chorus came around. it was so funny, and reminded me of the first time he sang it, watching the livestream with maia and how it also took us a few lines to realize but we were singing it, hajshajshs. anyway. great show!

we stayed at a place called 'casa vegana' (vegan house), it was sort of an hostal in an cute old building, and very big on activism. there were posters plastered on every wall. and vegan food in montevideo was good as well!

so definitely better memories were made in montevideo. :) even the ferry back to buenos aires was good! and okay... louis in vélez! what the hell. we were there? lol.

his energy, confidence and beauty were off the charts. not even the cold brought him down!!!

(fucking tumblr deleted a good chunk of what I wrote dammit)

i was saaaaaying... he could have used the catwalk more than three times. hajshaj. the energy in that stadium was so amazing... we were at the back of the front pit and everyone jumping up and down, and chanting on quiet times, and just... ugh. argentinian crowds are incredible! i've found my matches!

also... i'm sorry i couldn't ask tom about the color lights during beauty. i only had time for one question before he ran away from me and that was "what happened to lucia?". but it was a funny interaction, because he looked scared and amused that i approached him by name at the end of the show to thank him for his work, hajshs. and then when i asked about lucia, i was about to add that i was referring to the lightbulb but HE KNEW what i was talking about. so they know. 😌 anyway, he just said "couldn't happen today" or something like that, and i was like "why?" and he just shrugged and kept walking away and said i don't know while being amused and like withholding information. so there's that.

anyway, then yesterday we went to see giant rooks at a small venue, and pffft. i make a separate post on my blog, because... i'm still reeling from it, i think. they might be too, because they haven't posted about it, hhahshss.

anyway. stocked up on vegan alfajores (i had a flashback to the last time i was here like 12 years ago, and also bought so many alfajores to bring home, so to have so many vegan options so i could do the same? ooof! (they won't make it homehome but they'll last for a bit).

tomorrow we'll be on our way to chileee and soon meet up with andrea and alex! i'm sooo exciteeeedddd!

[densi-mber]

A Gift of Joy

A/N: Yes, I’m being very self-indulgent, as usual, for my birthday.

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“I scheduled the appointment to bring my SUV in for maintenance next week,” Kensi told Deeks. He glanced up from switching out a mini lightbulb from a strand of lights on the Christmas tree.

“Sweet.”

“Also, my water just broke.”

Deeks stilled, one eyebrow arching up as he processed this piece of information. “Are you having any contractions yet?”

“Yeah, but only one so far and not very strong,” Kensi answered.

“Ok, well, Sheila said we probably wouldn’t need to head to the hospital until you get to five minutes between contractions, right?” Deeks checked, clearly already three steps ahead in his head.

“Yeah. Unless I have any severe pain, get dizzy, or feel like I need to push.” She knew she wasn’t telling Deeks anything new, since he’d taken copious notes during all of their pregnancy classes provided by their midwife, Sheila. It was more to confirm that she wasn’t experiencing any unusual symptoms.

“All right. I’ll, uh, call Sheila so she’s ready when it’s time, and double check we have everything packed.”

Kensi watched him, unbelievably proud of his ability to stay calm. Aside from the first few days after finding out she was pregnant, when they’d both been in a state of shock and overwhelmed, Deeks had attacked the preparation with the same energy and focus he would a case.

“Thanks.” Kensi winced faintly as another contraction rippled through her abdomen and back. Deeks was in front of her, gently clasping her hand in a second.

“You ok, baby?”

“Yeah, that one was just a little stronger,” she explained. “It wasn’t that bad though and about 10 minutes from the last one.”

“Let me know if that changes,” Deeks said. “Do you wanna call Rosa?”

“Yeah, I will as soon as I grab something to eat.” He started to move away, but Kensi stop him with a brief tug of his hand. “Hey, thanks for taking such good care of us.”

“Alway. I love you,” Deeks murmured, kissing her softly. He sank to one knee and pressed his lips to her stomach, his touch so loving and gentle, Kensi felt her throat tighten. Standing up again, Deeks squeezed her hand one more time before rushing off to get things ready.

***

Caleb and Sophia Deeks entered the world 6 minutes apart and just short of four hours after Kensi went into labor. It was a remarkably uncomplicated, if fast, delivery. After checking that Kensi and the babies were all healthy, Sheila had left the family alone to bond.

“This is insane,” Deeks murmured, peering down at Caleb curled up on his bare chest. His hand looked giant against Caleb’s tiny back. For the first time today, he looked, and sounded, a touch overwhelmed. Or maybe awed was a better word.

It gave Kensi so much joy to see him realizing one of his most fervent wishes.

“Hey, come here,” Kensi called softly, not wanting to wake Sophia, who was similarly cradled in her own arms. Both babies had initially cried upon making their grand entrances into the world, then fallen asleep shortly after.

Deeks stood up carefully, keeping Caleb anchored to his chest with one hand. When he reached the side of the hospital bed, Kensi patted the mattress beside her. Deeks slid onto the bed, slipping his free arm around Kensi and Sophia once he was situated.

“I always forget how tiny and completely helpless they are at first. It’s incredible and so, so terrifying,” he said, brushing his finger over Sophia’s round cheek. She sighed in her sleep, shakily stretching one arm to the side before settling again.

“It is, but you’re a natural,” Kensi assured him. “You’ve always been. I mean, just look at how calm he is.” She snuggled closer to him. “I couldn’t have done any of this without you.”

Deeks scoffed. “Please. I just had to stand there while you pushed out these two.”

“You did so much more than that. You gave me the strength and courage I needed to get through labor.” Kensi smiled up at him. “Like you always do.”

“Either way, we made some cute kids,” he said with a smitten look. “I can’t wait for Rosa to meet them.”

“Yeah, just like their daddy.” Kensi tugged at one of his curls, and Deeks snorted.

“You’re ridiculous.” He gestured with his chin towards Sophia. “You wanna switch?”

They carefully made the swap, settling in once more. Kensi leaned her head against his, looking down on their two bundles of joy.

***

A/N: Yes, yes, yes, this time around I gave the babies my birthday. Title references my own middle name. And yes, this is incredibly cheesy.

[ethereal-writes]

Warnings: Implied crushes

Length: 0.7k words

Genre: Fluff

This is me realizing that it's Christmas eve and I've still got a good 5 holiday fanfictions to post...Unfortunately, Satan and Mammon didn't wind up getting a chapter, but hopefully I'll be able to finish those up at some point! I don't think there's many warnings for this story, but if I should add some please don't hesitate to let me know :D I hope you enjoy, and happy holidays!

-Ethereal (✿◡‿◡)

Story below, please don’t claim as your own!

With the upcoming holiday season came the release of tons of seasonal anime merch. Like, a ton.

As soon as December first rolled around, Levi was already bothering Lucifer for permission to go to the human world as soon as possible.

Now, if it was only Levi asking, it would’ve been a definite no. So you asked if you could go, too. Sure, you wanted Levi to get his merch- and maybe some merch of your own- but you were also a little homesick, especially around this time of year.

While Christmas in the Devildom was alright, they hadn’t begun celebrating the holiday until much more recently, when Christmas became less about religion and more about spending time with those you love.

Christmas in the Devildom didn’t have the same history and tradition that the human world did.

So even if it was only for a few hours in some random mall, you were more than happy to accompany Levi.

Plus, it was totally worth it to see him like this.

“Levi?” You went to his side and followed his gaze, which was locked on the giant Christmas tree at the center of the mall. It was at least a hundred feet tall and had tons of brightly coloured baubles and ornaments hanging off of it. The rainbow lights on the tree shined on the tinsel, reflecting colourful rays of light.

“It’s so pretty,” he said in awe. “The ones in the Devildom are way different.”

“Want to go get a closer look?” you asked him, and he nodded eagerly.

You started to walk towards the tree, but suddenly he grabbed your hand.

His face was bright red. “I-It’s pretty crowded in here,” he said. “You know, j-just so we don’t get lost or anything.” He refused to look at you.

You squeeze his hand reassuringly, then begin to weave through the crowd, pulling him behind you.

He was right, there was a lot of people here today.  

As you approached the tree, there was a break in the crowd. Even so, Levi’s grip on your hand didn’t loosen as he hurried towards it.

He hesitantly reached out to it, as if he was worried touching it would make it disappear. His fingers made contact with the pine needles, and he brushed them gently.

He ran his fingers over the smooth bauble, and over an intricate, glittery snowflake.

He took one of the bulbs on the light string and gingerly turned it between his thumb and pointer finger.

Suddenly, it flicked off, and he jerked his hand back as if had been burned.

“I broke it!” he exclaimed worriedly.

You couldn’t help but giggle. “No, it’s okay! I know in the Devildom, they’re usually glowing orbs, but these are just normal lightbulbs!” You reached for the ‘broken’ bulb and screw it back into place, and it flicked back on.

“Oh, you fixed it! You’re the best,” he said, then froze when his mind caught up to his mouth. He blushed, trying to hide his face in his hands.

Knowing he probably wouldn’t recover on his own, you changed the subject.

“Hey Levi, did you want a picture in front of the tree?”

“Oh! Um, yeah, sure.”

You pulled you DDD out of your pocket and took a few steps away, then turned back to face Levi.

His hands were stuffed in his pockets, and he had the most awkward smile on his face you’d ever seen.

“Levi, quit posing like a normie!” you teased. This made him laugh, and you quickly snapped a picture.

“Oh yeah? How’s this for a normie?” He posed again, this time recreating a character sprite from the most recent video game you two had played.

You snapped another photo, then shoved your DDD into his hand.

“My turn!”

You swap places with him, posing as another character from the game.

You go back and forth, switching places and striking more and more absurd poses each time. The two of you were doing pretty well with the sprites at first, though with each picture, you could see yourselves loosing composure, until the two of you were laughing so much you couldn’t stand properly anymore.

“You’ve got to send those to me,” he said as you looked over the photos.

“Okay,” you agree, opening the chat app and sending them to him.

His phone started buzzing, notifying him the images had arrived.

“Oh, these are awesome!” he exclaimed as he swiped through the photos.

“We could totally be in our own anime!” you joked, striking another pose.

“Yeah!” Levi agreed. “We could call it ‘The Human In The Exchange Program Was Kind Of Annoying At First, And Because They Beat Me At Trivia I Almost Killed Them, Which Was Like, So Not Cool Of Me, But Then I Realized They Were A True Otaku Like Me, And Then We Were Cool!”

[luna-writes-stuff]

Chapter XXXV

A Kili X OC fic

Previous chapter // Next chapter

Tw: Alluding to battle, description of a broken appearance (blood etc.), I was persuaded to let Raewyn live for at least one more chapter, general feels, bittersweet angst and self loathing but also somewhat fluff, shit’s about to get real next chapter. 

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Aragorn wishes he had Raewyn’s ranger skills

The rest of the travel up to Ravenhill was a silent one. All five dwarves had their guard up, scanning every mountain hill and frozen bush they passed. Silent looks were thrown towards Raewyn every so often, but she kept shaking her head, indicating that she had no idea where the orcs had run off to. The whole situation was unsettling to them, but they were set on finally terminating the orc that had caused for so much pain through the years. None were planning on backing off.

Once they arrived upon the top of the hill, the descended from their goats. Before Raewyn could even turn, a hand was offered towards her direction. She didn't have to follow the arm to know who it belonged to. Regardless, she accepted the hand, hopping off of the creature.

Silence was still among the company as they looked towards the ruins of Ravenhill, now surrounded by Azog's devices. Warm clouds of air escaped their mouths as they waded through the snow, the floor slippery to touch, had it not been for their secured shoes.

"They're here," Raewyn mumbled, looking around in suspicion. Subconsciously, the four other dwarves moved closer towards her, each one of them looking into a specific corner.

"I cannot see them," She went on. "But I can feel their eyes."

"Orcs don't lurk in shadows." Thorin uttered lowly as the group made their way to the centre of the ruins. Daring to take one look over her shoulder to face him, she gave him a solemn look.

"Makes you wonder what they have planned."

The wind blowing was the only sound heard after that, and the mere presence of it had become uncomfortable. The five were on edge with each step they took, circling around each other in anticipation. The air was cold to touch, and even through the armour, Raewyn could feel her feet starting to become affected by the weather. And that was when Dwalin decided to speak up.

"We should split up."

"No," The ranger immediately protested, facing the slightly taller dwarf. "Lest you have a death wish."

"So, we sit and wait?" He continued his protesting, his voice more angered than before. But Raewyn ignored the change, keeping her voice steady and her eyes on her surroundings.

"Azog is cunning," She explained. "Like a predator."

"This is dwarven territory," Dwalin argued. "He brought us on our turf. We have the advantage here!"

"No," She cut him down again. "This is your territory, but his battlefield. He won't attack when we remain with each other."

Groaning in defeat, the dwarf shrugged. "Sounds like a terrible battle."

"How do we lure him out?" Thorin began to reason, looking at Raewyn, who merely formed her lips in a thin line upon the question.

"You tell me. You fought him at the gates of Khazâd-Dum. I haven't been hunted by him since I was a little girl."

Nodding in understanding, the dwarven king looked around as if the answer lay in front of him. He tried to think back to all the encounters he had held with the giant orc and what his strategies were. But every time he had encountered him, it seemed as if everything went unplanned. As if he was all that truly mattered. And that was when the lightbulb went on.

"He wants us," He concluded, gesturing towards himself, then the Asha. "We lure him out."

Staring at the dwarf in a doubting look, she tried to come up with a good reason to abandon his idea. She did not like the idea, but she could not argue with the fact that he was right.

"Did you not hear her?" Kili protested suddenly, his eyebrows furrowed together in frustration. "Splitting up is a terrible idea."

"I did not hear any of you utter any other ideas." Thorin spoke lowly, giving the company a little while to come up with some solutions. But when none announced their own plan, Raewyn agreed.

"He's right."

Looks of disbelief were thrown towards the woman, originating specifically from the two young princes. Turning her head towards them, she leaned her head to the side, shrugging lightly: "Believe me, I would prefer if we stayed together, but we won't find him if we remain here. Thorin and I can lure him out. It'll keep you safer."

"No." Again, Kili argued, taking two steps forward in determination. "No, it won't, because I'm coming with you."

"And so am I." Fili added, stepping beside his brother.

"Aye," The third dwarf concluded, following the princes in their steps. His axe was rested over his shoulders as he looked at his king. "You cannot expect us to wait while you get all the action."

Sudden noises filled the air, and for once, Raewyn did not have to look around to identify the noise. What took her aback was the fact that these were not the orcs she had seen earlier. These were goblins. They were removed a reasonable distance judging from the volume, but they had seen the company.

"Fili, take your brother. Scout the towers. Raewyn, you will join them." Thorin began, pointing towards the towers in the distance. "Keep low and out of sight. If you see something; report back. Do not engage." Nodding at their uncle, the brothers walked towards the Asha, who still had her eyes on the king.

"Do you understand?" Thorin asked to Raewyn specifically. Observing his expressions for a short moment, she nodded adamantly. She would have preferred for both of them to run in, but the goblins in the distance left no time for arguments.

"And what if you find him?" She questioned.

His eyes seemed to soften for a short moment, completely thrown off his usal rhythm. "I'll let you know."

"We have company!" Dwalin yelled, having walked off a few feet to interrogate the noise. "Goblin mercenaries. No more than a hundred."

"We'll take care of them. Go." The king spoke, walking up to his friend. When he turned around shortly, he noticed the three younger dwarves had yet to walk off. "Go!"

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A small moment of peace struck the city of Dale as Gandalf and Bilbo had found themselves surrounded with the elvish army from Mirkwood. Bodies were littered on the floor as some walls were decorated with blood, yet the ambiance had been comforting, in some form of macabre manner. The orcs had ceased their attacks for a moment, if only for this small area.

The Elvish army parted slightly, creating a path through which the king walked. Thranduil looked around expectantly, his sword still in his hands as he began to assess the situation. From behind him, his commander came running up.

"Recall your company." Thranduil ordered him, to which the elf nodded, blowing a horn.

"My lord," Gandalf started, walking up to the pair, Bilbo hot on his tail. "Dispatch this force to Ravenhill! The dwarves are about to be overrun. Thorin must be warned!"

"By all means, warn him!" The king countered, dismissing Gandalf's proposal. "I have spent enough Elvish blood in defense of this accursed land. No more!"

A second elf suddenly walked towards the small group that had begun to form, talking directly to his king: "My lord, the Asha has been sighted with the dwarf."

"Good," Thranduil merely stated. "Let her die."

At the words, Gandalf's posture seemed to change, now taking a more threatening one. At the sight, Bilbo hesitantly stepped back, but close enough to intervene - would things go sideways.

"What has Raewyn done that left you so bitter?" The wizard asked, his voice heavy. But the Elvish king did not seem impressed. Thranduil offered him a rather emotionless look, daring to make eye contact with Gandalf, holding his head high.

"That is none of my business."

"I fear it is," Gandalf was quick to retaliate, his voice relatively calm, but his stature now more imposing than ever. Bilbo decided that he would not want to find himself in any situation as the one Thranduil was in at the moment. He made a gentle reminder to not anger the wizard any time soon.

"Raewyn is under my protection." Gandalf went on.

Staring at the pilgrim in amazement, Thranduil squinted his eyes. "Where lays your affiliation with her?"

"I raised her and cared for her since she was a small girl. She is my kin." The wizard answered without hesitation. "What quarrel you have with her, you have with me."

Seemingly thinking about the matter, the elf was quiet for a moment, sheathing his sword to still show he was comfortable, and not yet intimated. And, if he was, he was not likely to show it. "She is to stand trial for the murder of Êlúriel."

A hum escaped Gandalf's throat as he nodded. "So Legolas has told me. But should we not forget it was you and your kin who refused the Ashas shelter after Smaug attacked?"

"And so, the actions of Rugon were justified?" Thranduil's voice had suddenly taken a shrap edge, light venom dripped on his tongue as his features seemed to change into one of agony.

"Nay, but neither are yours." Gandalf still tried to soothe, even as his anger had become much higher than the elf's. "Raewyn knows nothing about her ancestors, save from the fact she might recognize Rugon's name. You cannot punish her for something she did not do, as she does not hold you accountable for refusing her family shelter."

"She does not know about the dragon." The elf bounced back.

"As she did not know about Êlúriel. You merely chose to tell her. Now, whose fault is that?" The wizard continued, halting his sentences halfway to calm himself down.

Taking a short breath, he looked back at the Elven king, trying to remain as civil as he could, not trying to cause another fight in an already large battle. "Raewyn is a strong ally, but an even stronger enemy. Do not misjduge her character."

"My answer stands," Thranduil refused after a short moment, turning around as he began to walk away from the group. "We will retreat from battle."

"Thranduil?" Gandalf wondered, following the elf swiftly. He was stopped after a few steps by Bilbo, who spoke up in courage, looking up at his old friend: "I'll go."

Halting upon the words, the wizard turned around, facing the hobbit with a look of sorrow and ridicule. "Don't be ridiculous! You'll never make it!"

"Why not?" Bilbo asked, watching the Elvish army slowly depart.

"Because, they will see you coming and kill you!"

"No, they won't." The hobbit denied, shaking his head. Gandalf looked at him perculiarly, rolling his lips once as Bilbo continued speaking, "They won't see me."

Gandalf knew, of course he did. He had been there since the beginning of the Third Age, but his thoughts were divided. He trusted Bilbo, and knew him to do the right thing, but fear of his safety and well-being were what held him back.

"It's out of the question! I won't allow it!"

Then, a smile appeared on Bilbo's face. "I'm not asking you to allow it, Gandalf."

Gandalf said nothing. Again, stuck on his mind, he tried one last attempt to keep his friend from running into the battlefield: "Raewyn will have my head if something happens to you."

"Believe me; she'll have mine too."

—

"For your information, I hate this." Raewyn voiced openly, both hands on her axe. On her left stood Fili, Kili on her right side. The path up to the Ravenhill towers was a heavy one, though not a long one. And with every step they had taken, a nausiating gut feeling kept trying to push Raewyn back.

She knew it to be the nerves. She's had them before. But she was there to end the one thing that caused her so much sorrow. The one person who had taken everything from her. And she was not going to let him take her new family.

"You should've left me and Thorin to run in." She continued, glaring at both of her companions. Fili shrugged and waved his hand, ushering Kili to talk as he began to walk up front.

"You cannot expect us to sit still with the thought that you might not make it off of here!" The dark-haired dwarf objected, slight anger in his tone.

"I did expect you to sit still and not interfere!" Raewyn caterwauled, letting one hand fall from her axe as she pointed in the distance from whence they had come, a frown on her face.

Mimicking her expression subconsciously, Kili shook his head, his voice raising slightly. "How could you think that?!"

In front of them, Fili turned around, holding his finger in front of his mouth to silently tell them to keep their voices down. Raewyn had already told them to watch their tone as they neared the ruins, but in the heat of the moment, she had forgotten her own words.

"Oh, I don't know," She whispered angrily, stopping in her steps as she forced the dwarf to look at her. "Maybe, because I've been a giant asshole ever since we've entered Erebor. Or because I nearly killed your uncle! Oh, and let us not forget I genuinely contemplated killing both of you with the axe you gave me and I haven't been able to think of anything else since that moment!" 

In her anger, directed towards herself, she was unable to see Kili's frustrated muscles ease with every word she spoken. Towards her last words, his face had softened, and his eyebrows had been furrowed together in sympathy, instead of frustration. His arms had dropped to the floor, and  - even though his sword was still in his hands, the grip on it had been a lot less tense than it had been before.

"I have more reasons to let you sit still than to let you run after me!" Raewyn fumed, her volume still low, but with a sharp edge on it.

Staring at her in silence, Kili was vaguely aware of his brother waiting for them in the distance. He hadn't said anything, and Kili had quietly wondered if he could even hear them. But his mind was all over the place, and he couldn't find it in himself to call after Fili.

In his head, he felt somewhat hurt at Raewyn raising her voice at him. Not for asking him to leave her; it was the she had asked him to hate her, even when he knew he couldn't. And thus, he took another step forward.

"I'll always run after you." He confessed through a whisper.

"And I don't understand why!" She continued to yell in a hushed voice, her exaspiration clearer than ever. She tried her best to not shout at him, to not draw attention. But with every sympathetic look he shot her, her anger only grew. "Have I not given you enough reason to run from me?"

"Yes," He answered honestly," He answered honestly, a small, hopeful smile forming on his face. "But you have also given me a good one to stay."

At the words, a light feeling entered her chest as she inhaled sharply, trying to shove the feeling down. Staring at him in contemplation, she raised her head again, her hand clenching around her weapon.

"Can't you just shout at me in anger and walk off while it's still safe?!" She finally shouted, raising her hand in exhaustion. "You take your brother with you and run!"

It was then that Kili's hand met hers. When she looked upon the place of impact, she had realised she had raised the weapon in her hand, not yet threatening, but enough to make Kili intervene. She looked at it in shock, not dropping the weapon, but letting it slip just a little bit.

"I don't care what you say," The dwarf spoke gently, his voice soothing her in ways she wished it didn't. And again, the light feeling returned, as did the grip on her axe, doing her best to physically fight the feeling. "You won't convince me. I am staying."

Then, his head nodded towards his brother, who was waiting for them in the distance, his eyes set on their surroundings. "Both of us are."

He was infuriating. Years, Raewyn had spent hating someone who could have saved her life. One occasion went wrong and she hated him for years. In the short amount of time she had known Kili, she had called his kin names she should never call anyone, openly assaulted his uncle and his brother, tried to sabotage the king multiple times, proceeded to doubt his kin's rights to the mountain, stole his gold, lectured his king, almost killed him while doing so, then threatened to kill him and his brother. And after all of that, he had not held a single grudge. And she hated him for it. He did not look at her in hatred or disdain, no; he looked at her in kindness and compassion. Not once did he speak ill of her, not even as she had nearly fed his uncle to the orcs.

Her mind drew a blank as she looked at him. No longer in aggravation, but in sorrow. Of course, she could not hate him - not really. But it was times like these she truly wished he had just held a little bit more of that dwarven stubbornness. She couldn't even live with herself, yet Kili was the one convincing himself that she didn't deserve to feel that terrible. The idea was foreign to her.

Quickly, her mind flashed back to the threats formed on the bridge of Erebor as she looked down at the axe in her hand. One that Kili now held as well. A heavy lump began to form in her throat, but she swallowed the feeling down, her eyes falling back on the dwarf's, who were still looking at hers with - what could almost be described as - endearment.

"I am not good with words." She finally yielded, her angry tone vanishing, as it was replaced with sudden shakiness.

"I know." Kili smiled in comfort, squeezing her hand once.

"I'm sorry," She apologised, her lower lip trembling slightly. "I am so sorry. For everything."

"I know." The dwarf repeated, doing his best to not wrap her in his arms the second he saw a stray tear fall from her eyes.

"And I don't deserve your forgiveness, nor am I asking for it." She rattle on, shaking her head in dismissal to emphasize her point. But, once more, Kili did not seem to even have the capability of hating someone, least of all Raewyn. And so, he kept to his words, anxiety bubbling up in his stomach with each loathing word she spoke. Every time he was near to screaming, he forced it down, simply speaking those persistant words.

"I know."

Using her free hand to wipe away her tears furiously, she pointed at him in accusation. Her movements were bold, but her face still held guilt and anguish. "Then why won't you hate me being an awful person?"

Eyes broken, shoulders sunken, lips in a pout, dried orc blood covering her face and armour, hair flying all over the place, and yet, she was the most stunning thing Kili had ever seen. Silence passed the two of them, and it was then he finally realised what it was. When he first met her, it had been playful. He hadn't planned in sinking in this deep. But the words were almost crawling up his throat, forcing his heartbeat to speed up as he became highly aware that his hand was still on hers. And none of them had dared to move them yet.

"I'm in love with you." He blurted out, that same hopeful smile still on his face.

A chocked sob escaped Raewyn's throat at the words. More tears spilled as she did her best to replicate his smile. Through her blurry vision, she turned her head to the side slightly, a second, more suppressed sob wracking through her.

"I know." She sniffled.

Rushing forward, Kili dropped his sword, wrapping his arms around the Asha tightly. The hug was nowhere near comfortable, armour clashing everywhere, constricting them from a warm embrace. Be that as it may, Raewyn ultimately dropped her weapon as well, returning the hug just as lovingly, her hands shooting to the back of his neck, keeping him closer.

"Amrâlime," Kili began, his voice muffled in the crook of her neck. "I could never hate you."

After arguing about the fact for such a time, all she could feel now was relief. She wanted him to leave, she still did. But a huge weight also fell off her shoulders when he revealed that - regardless of what she had ever done or said - he wouldn't turn his back on her for it.

"You should've run." She mumbled, a last, fruitless attempt to get him to safety.

"Not from you," He discarded, slowly parting from their hold. One of his hands gently came to rest on her cheek, which she leaned into subconsciously. Kili couldn't suppress the smile on his face upon the notion, rubbing the skin softly with his thumb.

"Not ever."

— Amrâlime: Dearest/beloved, in Khuzdul (Dwarvish)

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[daggerandrose]

FITF Raleigh Fan Recap

So first of all, I love Louis with my entire being. This is the second time I’ve seen him as a solo artist, the first being the Atlanta show last year, and he’s built up so much confidence in that year and a half. It shows the entire time he’s on stage. I’m so proud of him and love him and simply would love to put him in my pocket, ya know?

I went a little too hard last night and my voice is a fucking wreck, but when Louis says “scream!” and “louder!” you fucking do it lol

Andrew Cushin was the first opener and Giant Rooks were the second. Andrew had about a 30 minute set while the Rooks had maybe a 45 min set? (Side note: the leader singer of the Rooks reminded me of the main character in Brink)

Louis came on about 9:10pm est

I about lost it when I saw he was wearing PURPLE SHORTS and a RAINBOWY SHIRT

He sounded incredible

The one direction songs went so hard

I went hard during Chicago and knew “oh no I’m not going to a voice tomorrow”

His voice in saved by a stranger is so soft and so precious

The band fucked HARD. the solos and add ons really amped up the concert vibes and really made your adrenaline pump (ie intro OOMS)

During Angels Fly he went to stage right, talked to some fans, laughed, grabbed his water bottle from his mic stand, and went back and threw water on those fans

He commented on how hot it was (it was very hot and very humid)

He thanked us and told us he loved us many times and if we didn’t liked being thanked it was “tough shit bc I’m gonna do it any way” 🥰

While he was under Lucia the lightbulb in Saturdays, a mosquito flew in his face and made him stumble in the song but it was hilarious

Megamix was SO GOOD! I don’t think my pictures or videos really capture the rainbow lights during SIBWAWC

Of course the rainbow projects during megamix and Angels Fly were quite good as well (again my pics/videos don’t do it justice)

The beginning of common people sounded like OTB for a hot second and I about lost it

I was too distracted about the streamers coming down during silver tongues that I completely missed him going down to barricade

He fucking skedaddled off that stage lol he said thank you, love you, lifted his red solo cup in a cheers and scurried on off

So now the post concert depression is gonna hit, but it’s ok 😅

[angelgrovehighschool]

The main thing that was in this couple years where my brother died and everything went down with my family and I had this depression that basically broke me so I could rise anew that entire time I had these vivid ass dreams about cockroaches … one where there were two giant cockroaches speaking to me telepathically

And this other dream where I was in this mansion witb no windows and I couldn’t get out and I ended up in this room where there was this giant like Hercules beetle that was clinging to this bright white lightbulb on a fancy lamp witb the shade knocked off and it’s exoskeleton and like tiny legs were burning and smoking off from the heat of the light and then it turned and looked at me and it was so fucking realistic and then I woke up

[ryuuka-balaen]

made a couple visits to my local Print & Stationary Store over the last couple days to get me paws on some Warhammering Supplies I'd needed and here's The Haul;

1- typed out and printed off 2 copies of the Leviathan Mission Pack from images I'd found online because I found playing without a physical copy to be a huge pain in the ass and I'd still not been able to get my paws on a proper copy despite my best efforts, which I then stuck into binders with dividers for easy use - one copy (in a puppy binder!!) for me to use and one for my opponent to reference

Includes game setup structure, Deployment Zone diagrams, Mission Rule Deck, Primary Mission Deck, Secondary Mission Deck, and Gambit Deck.

I'm real happy with how those came out, and am gonna scrawl out a couple index cards to keep on the table to remind on what missions are active.

2- this took a day of waiting but when I was typing out Mission Setup document I stumbled on a line in there - "Missions are played on rectangular battlefields whose dimensions are approximately 44x60 inches. This can be achieved by placing four battlezone boards flat on a surface next to each other." - that last bit forced a lightbulb moment in my head because I still had the paper play mat that came with the Recruit Edition Starter Set, which is the same size as the battlezone boards mentioned,,,

initially I'd wanted to get them laminated but that was too expensive, so i got four photocopies of my paper mat made on matte poster paper, ready for use as a battlemat!

3- finally when I went to pick up my new battlemat today I realized I had a couple more things I wanted printed - namely the rules needed to play my beautiful giant lady hierodule I've been painting - and also 20 copies of blank army rosters so I don't have to use scrawled index cards anymore as well as the Knights imperial armour index because that new cerastus knight lancer looks so so tastey (also brought files to print IA indexes for tau, gk, and necrons, but figured there's no way im usin em any time soon so no point printing)

haven't shoved all that in binders just yet but I will eventually, got an assignment due tonight I need to force myself to write first

[not-a-good-writer]

Odd Friend | fake Peppino + self insert

AN: this is an entirely self indulgent fic of my self insert meeting fake Peppino.

CW: very brief implication of violence

Emma skated cautiously down the dark hallways, trying to see in the low light. Everything was quiet, too quiet. Usually there would be sounds of enemies or rats or something, but for some reason it was totally silent.

She got separated from Peppino and Gustavo while they were being chased by some enemies. It wasn't until they finally let up and she could stop that she realized her friends weren't with her.

This was the first time she was completely alone since entering the tower, and she was feeling quite scared. She figured it would be best to find a safe place to stay put and wait to be found.

She came to the front of a building and strained to see what the giant letters above the door said. "Bruno's Pizza." she read aloud to herself. Hopefully it was someplace safe. She went inside, not catching the 'danger' sign plastered outside.

"Hello?" Emma called out to make sure she was alone. The echo of her voice was the only thing that responded to her, so she sat down on the floor against the wall.

Suddenly, a strange croaking sound echoed through the room. She jumped and looked around, and saw two eyes staring at her in the darkness.

She tried to get up but the thing bouned towards her at great speed. It loomed above her and she froze in terror, staring back at the creature.

"remotsuc a!"

The thing grabbed her ankle and dragged her further into the building. She screamed but was cut off after being dropped onto something.

A sudden light cut through the darkness and she was finally able to see. She looked up at the creature before her to see... Peppino? No, no this wasn't Peppino. It was tall and goopy looking, and it didn't have human proportions.

It seemed more like something that was trying to look like Peppino; or at least, Emma hoped this wasn't the Peppino she knew.

"Tnemom a tsuj ni ydaer eb lliw doof ruoy." The creature stated before walking off and into an adjacent room. Emma sat up and tried to process what was happening. The creature didn't seem like it wanted to hurt her, but then again, that could change.

She looked around the room to see if there was anything she could defend herself with. Upon observation this place looked like a pizzaria, which would explain the sign outside. But the place looked old. Cracked tiles, holes in the walls, odd stains here and there. There wasn't even a proper light source, it was just a single lightbulb with a pull string above the table she was sitting at.

Emma wondered why there was a pizzaria in the tower, and why there was a doppelganger of Peppino here.

She didn't have much time to dwell on that thought however, as 'Peppino' came back with a dish in his hands. He was smiling as he presented it to Emma, "Etiteppa nob!"

She looked at the pizza that had been placed in front of her, then back at the clone. It looked at her expectantly, and she contemplated if eating the pizza was a good idea. The tower had been merciless, and she hardly was able to stop and take a break, much less eat anything. Besides, if this thing wanted to hurt her, why go through the effort of poisoning her? It already proved it was strong enough to haul her like a ragdoll.

She picked up a slice and took a bite. Aside from being cold, it wasn't that bad. Pretty similar to any other fast food chain, in terms of quailty.

"This tastes pretty alright. Thank you." The creature made a happy gurgling sound. Emma continued eating as the creature watched her. It wiggled and danced around the room, as if she was the first person who enjoyed it's food. She giggled at the happy being, feeling much safer and more content.

After she finished eating, she leaned back in her seat a sighed, "Thank you, really. This place has given me nothing but greif. I'm glad that I can finally relax for once."

The creature purred and plopped It's head on top of her's, "You sure are happy! What's your name?"

It's eyes lit up, "ylno dna eno eht, Peppino!" Emma paused. No, this couldn't be Peppino, could it? Had something in the tower turned him into this thing? What about Gustavo and Brick? What happened to them?

But before she could assume the worst, the sound of distant voices could be heard. And they sounded an awful lot like...

"Peppino!" Emma rushed to the entrance and listened closely. It was her friends! They were calling out for her. She turned back to the fake Peppino, "I have to go, my friends are here, but I'll-" the creature whimpered. The expression on it's face looked like a mixture of sadness and anger, "Hey, what's wrong?" She tried moving closer to it, but it turned away and squeezed itself into a hole in the wall before disappearing.

Emma felt a bit upset at the loss of her odd friend. She skated to the door, but before leaving called out,

"I'll be back, Peppino."