#alka talking

[saetiate]

they are so beautiful

[modore]

forgive me, my friend. i do not have the heart to be someone i'm not. i will not betray who i am for who you wish i was.

[twiafom]

another year.......... another hijack birthday 🎉🎉🎉

it is so surreal to think that dreamworks crossover yaoi has led me places i wouldn't go with a gun (to another country to sleep on the floor of alka's apartment in the same room as them and robin and kitty for a week (also to alka's house to watch the dnd movie 3 times in 48 hours)) but here we are 2 years potnwas (post otnwas) and i'm still deranged. 🥁

unfortunately due to a less important prior engagement i likely won't have this finished today SO here is a wip for posterity that will hopefully be done very soon. here's to another year of hijack comrades 🍾🍾🍾 #HIJACKSWEEP

[planetamarte]

[the-delightful-temptation]

You're going to sell the videos online?

"I sell a lot of videos. You can access them on any store or my websites."

[hellishgayliath]

I was gonna ask this is my other ask but imma hope I ask this for the last time but PLEASE tell me you’re not sick still!

I’ve done all the witchcraft I could with the Pico board, sketches, animatic, and full illustration!!

What more do the gods want me to offer to appeal for your endless battle of your immune system vs Mr cough!

Is war still upon us? How many cells have died? Will it ever end!?!

I just want you to feel better qq (idk why this became so dramatic that medieval music started playing in my head)

I appreciate you checking in on me Moon its sweet (this also just made me laugh so much you're hilarious xD ) And I do feel better! I think(?) I'm not sick anymore, I know that cough managed to overstay its welcome a bit more than a month but I think I eventually forgot about it over time. All of your efforts did not go in vain my dear, I would say the gods are pleased uwu

[bhaalswn-arch]

Alkas, can and will be a bit of a copycat. More so in his past than in the present. Considering how his life was lived most of the centuries. He's experience in magic. As you can tell by his various killings. He's experienced in writing when the Absolute thing starts. He simply has a different perception on what is what and so on and so forth. Think about it. You spend 100+ years doing what you were born to do. To be Bhaal's Chosen and such. To kill in his name. Rinse and Repeat. You know nothing else but the minor things in life. How to eat. To write. To clean up every once in a while. To be accompanied by Bhaalists and having discussions. Having arguments with your sister. Assassination attempts by Orin. Long hair brushed by Fel.

But there are things that Alkas won't understand, or does but not in certain contexts. Like being called beautiful. Is that word really is reserved for him? Or is it just a word. Can he be beautiful and call someone beautiful? Or the: I love yous. Because he never said it. He's heard it. So he can try and copy it. But it is a harder thing to copy.

[yourlocalmissingtexture]

Being a weird little noise maker is all fun and games until you’ve got an upper respiratory infection

[zombiemollusk]

it should be illegal for serotonin to be part of the digestive system

[melpcmene-arch]

A post it note for Luci? 👀

send “ POST - IT NOTE ” for what my muse would leave yours in a post - it note message ! ( accepting !! )

Lucan. I got you something, you've been non-stop giving me things, and despite how much I want you to stay away from me. Things are easier said than done. Hells forbid you to keep your distance when you're someone like Scratch, unable to stop sticking your nose into things.

In other words... I like the things you've made. You've sculpted them nicely. I favour the dog wooden figure a lot. It looks like Scratch. And I got you something. Fuck. I said that already, haven't I? I won't spell it out. Because they're there. I plucked whatever I could find near the Emerald Grove. So I hope you like them. From you know who - Alkas. P.S: Do not let me hurt you again, please. Hurt me instead if I can't control myself, or very least, knock me out.

[saetiate]

sorry but dr ratio would be soooo annoying to hook up w /affectionate 😭😭 he’d be a good fuck but then he’d probably tell you he memorized your favorite angle in doggy style or some shit

[modore]

THIS IS ME SCREAMING IT. UNIVERSE I AM TRUSTING YOU HAVE MY BEST INTENTIONS AT HEART. I AM TRUSTING THAT THROUGH YOUR ENERGY I WILL HAVE THE LIFE I ALWAYS DREAMED. I AM WORKING ON MY SELF CONCEPT. I AM WORKING ON ME. I AM FOCUSING ON ME. I AM FOCUSING ON LOVE.

universe this is me crying. i am so tired. i have broken myself into a thousand little pieces just to put myself back together again and again.

universe, i know and recognize that the way my faith breaks and builds over and over again is a sign that i am learning more and more, that i am just starting to understand the functions of this world.

universe, this is me reaching out. do you read me? do you hear me? please, show me how much beter things can get.

[twiafom]

cannot believe kai was dealkamatized........... if i find out robin's non hijack name is actually fred im going to fly all the way to the arctic circle and go ape mode in the 4 feet of snow in front of his house

[kisses4kaia]

god college!luke makes my emotions go haywire 😡😩 i’d honestly start dating someone else to spite him

you know what anon. ima need you to claim an emoji bc ur thoughts are TOO GOOD (also thank u sm for 1.5k💋)

so we’ve discussed previously that luke castellan does not get jealous easily.

however.

he never thought you would go this far. sure, you had danced on other guys at parties to get a rise out of him, maybe flirted here and there in front of him, but never this.

getting into a relationship—a serious relationship—with his frat brother? that was a new low. so what if he’d purposefully lead other girls into gross bathrooms at bar outings so you would see? this was uncalled for. how dare you?

so naturally, at your new boyfriend’s birthday party, when you’re sitting on his lap, helping him unwrap your present of a jean-paul gaultier cologne he’d wanted, luke—in classic luke fashion—thought this would be his chance. your sorority sister, drunk off of her wits—bless her heart—came up to you and whispered some slurred imperative about how you needed to get to ‘the square’.

your eyebrows furrowed at her as her eyebrows raised, questioning the significance of ‘the square’ and why the man who prompted her to ask chose there. you said no words, excusing yourself after finding her a water and alka seltzer.

“you really couldn’t help yourself, huh?” are the first words you say to luke, button up shirt open and lying on his back on the false grass. “me? you’re one to talk, sweetheart,” you rolled your eyes at his use of the nickname, crossing your arms as you stand over him.

beneath the twilight, your exposed shoulder skin glistened like the moon, just a sliver of it visible in the northern night sky. luke had obviously had something to drink or smoke, or both, because he slurred his words as he patted the turf next to him. “sit down. c’mon, like the good ol’ days,”

‘the square’ was a small patch of land in the middle area between his frat’s and your sorority’s backyards. it was insignificant to most everybody else, but you and luke had claimed it as yours on drizzly nights like these, when the owl called and adolescence snored. it didn’t even hold sexual reminiscences, for each night you spent on the square was spent just talking. he would gloat about some things he did over the summer, interrogate you on your sex life, laugh at your offense and crack bad jokes. he was the worst person to spend valuable time with, but you returned every night, nonetheless.

“i’m surprised, castellan. been here a full sixty seconds and you haven’t tried to fuck me,” you remained standing over his lax body, crossing your arms over your chest. “do you want me to try to fuck you? because i’m down,” he looks up at you with that smile of his. that toothy, million dollar, smile that reassures whomever it is on the receiving end that everything is okay and there’s not a thing to worry about.

you snort, giving in and sitting down. luke pulls you into his lap before your butt can even hit the cool grass, eliciting a yelp from you. his lips press against your shoulder, strong, warm arms wrap around your waist and you can’t help but melt into the body beneath you. “luke,” your voice is meant to be a warning, supposed to remind him and yourself that you belong to another and this was not right, but he did nothing except for hold you tighter and smile against your skin.

“he doesn’t make you feel like i do.” he spoke the words out of your mind, the voice of truth you swallowed down with a knowing conscience that it would rise to the surface eventually. this wasn’t what you wanted. your single goal wasn’t to make luke jealous, it wasn’t even to show him what he was missing. you just wanted it to be different. you wanted somebody to take you seriously enough to call you theirs.

but anybody who did wasn’t him.

“luke,” this time, you weren’t trying to ward off anything. this time, you were welcoming him and all his invasive, rude, luke-like, traits and the pain you knew would come with letting him in once more. “i know, baby, i know.” he said no further words before flipping the pair of you over and letting your back onto the ground. you focused on none else other than the feeling of his lips finally landing on yours, the trace of his fingers across your denim skirt’s hem. “can i?” luke’s fingers dipped past the fabric, drawing swirls on your skin. “mhm, yeah,” your smile is audible and spreads to luke’s lips.

if there was one thing luke always did, it was worship you. this time was no different. his lips were everywhere, and when they weren’t pecking kisses all over you, he was breathing praises like you were a mortal saint against your skin. and when he entered you, he fucked you like he couldn’t believe he got the chance to feel you again. but he knew what the outcome of this would be; of course he did.

you didn’t know him as a particularly selfish lover, but the way he chased his high, rutting his hips against yours to the point of overwhelmed stuttering suggested that to be true.

and when it was all said and done and the past hung in the air like a wonder of the world, luke stood and looked down at you like you previously did him.

“break up with him.”

“why?”

“you know why.”

there was no denying that, so you did none else than nod.

“yeah. i do.”

[alkasden]

Starter for @prin-rose in Chained Dreams verse.

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The moment that Alkas hung up the phone from Valentino she could feel her engine squeaking in running too fast now. She needed to go, already feeling the nipping at her heels. Glancing around the outskirts of the Entertainment District she was settled in, she tried to spot one of Prin’s crows, remembering how she talked of them.

After calming a few panicked breaths, she finally did. Though, how to even use it was another matter while she stared at the bird and then proceeded to make ‘pspsps’ noises at it, rubbing her fingers together like one would do to call a cat rather than a bird.

“Prin!” She called out to the crow, hoping maybe the fallen angel could hear her or give some sign she could.

[theshypinkflower]

Silly question. Understandable if you don't answer but I rlly wanna know what you think in your opinion. Fox, Derek, Sal, Rhino, and Celia would do during new years. I chose them cuz I love them so much in the way you talk about them.

🦊Fox:

-Probably do a special little show for all his fans who are lonely on New Years

-Of course he enjoys the holiday himself (in classic old man fashion)

-I imagine despite being old he still is a night owl, but it’s DEFINITELY not staying up as late as he use to

-He’s up til midnight and that’s it. He’s OUT like a log. I mean he’s watching TV to see the ball drop and then he’s falling asleep on the couch. He doesn’t drink as much champagne as he use to, it’s like maybe a glass and a half. Before he’d have maybe like three or four glasses, but he just can’t handle alcohol like he use to.

-Tries not to work too much during New Year’s, if anything he’s trying to celebrate. It’s another year Strade is dead!

-If he’s really feeling it he might invite some of his staff for a little New Years party. But it’s certain every year they get a little New Years gift. It’s always like a little goodie bag with some candy, some noise makers, and a half hearted card saying how he’s so happy to have them as staff. Oh and of course little champagne poppers for his staff to blow whenever it hits midnight.

-His guards (mainly Rhino and Kangaroo) he gets them some better gifts. Typically it’s just those little bottles of liquor and a small bottle of champagne. They deserve a little treat, no?

-His New Year’s resolution is always pick up some sort of hobby, but it never goes well. He’s always so drowned with work whatever hobby he wanted to do just gets pushed to the side.

🧨Derek:

-With how many parties Sal has, he’s definitely getting wasted. He’s either going out with his equally stupid friends. Even if his friends only hang with him for his money, it’s definitely better than spending New Years alone.

-Despite having enough money to buy the premium shit, he loves raiding the shelves of liquor stores in the city to get wasted. After all at some point you get so drunk you don’t care how good it is, you just care for the buzz. The kind of liquor stores that has all the neon signs and sometimes sells vapes n shit.

-He finds Sal’s New Year’s parties so stuffy and uptight. Having to dress nice, talk to people, but as long as he shows up and stays for a bit Sal won’t notice he snuck out the party to go be wild.

-Despite being in his mid 20s, Derek is the kind of guy who never truly grows out of his party boy phase

-Derek has SUCH a terrible hangover the next morning he’s sneaking into Sal’s room to raid his medicine cabinet for alka seltzer.

-Derek actually really likes hanging around the city, there’s always something to do. Whenever him and his friends are finally done drinking they def drive to the nearest Dennys and stuff their faces full with cheap eats. Derek always complains about how he hates Dennys. Everything is sticky and the eggs are under seasoned, yet he still orders a huge stack of pancakes and eats the whole thing.

-He just loves the fireworks! Whenever he has to Uber a ride home, all he does is stare out the window at the fireworks. He loves the way they sparkle and light up the sky, or that little boom he can feel in his chest whenever they explode. Whenever he was little he’d look out his window and watch as his neighbors lit fireworks. Since he’s always wasted on New Years, he never lights fireworks. He just always forget he has some and he can barely hold his lighter to light it.

💵Sal:

-Bro is STRUGGLING to stay up so late. He’s old, he wants to sleep in. He has to brew a pot of coffee to stay up until midnight. He’d rather not do coke to keep himself energized when he has to entertain people.

-He’s got like the best New Year’s parties. Drinks, Hors d’oeuvres, and not to mention some little goodies for his buddies. He’s inviting so many people, associates, some coworkers, his golf buddies. He’s still a huge party goer just like in highschool, only difference now is that he prefers something more relaxed. Like as much as he likes going to dance clubs to hit on college girls, they have so much energy it’s hard to keep up.

-He’s spending most of the party walking around and talking to his guest, eventually spending the rest of the party with his golf buddies (basically the closest you’ll ever get to Sal) to talk and laugh.

-Usually he always has someone to give a New Year’s kiss to. His wife, girlfriend, fiancee, always someone! Expect for the time one of hus wives was found dead in the pool (wonder how that happened). Honestly it was the easiest way to get rid of her, everyone was distracted and any evidence was contaminated since there was so many people. Everyone consoles him saying “I’m so sorry she died, New Years must be so hard for you.” And he just kinda has to frown a bit and act like he cares she’s dead.

-No matter how old he gets, he’s getting WASTED. It’s New Years and basically no one can be mad he’s getting drunk! Besides it makes any terrible thing he did that night excusable. Like dragging one of his equally drunk golf buddies away from the party and sloppily making out with them. Neither of them will remember!

-He makes those “cya next year jokes”

🦏Rhino:

-He’s spending time with his daughter! He takes her to the city to go watch fireworks and makes sure to hold her on his shoulders so she can see. He loves how excited she gets and how she screams, pointing out the colors she likes and how the golden fireworks look like “pixie dust”. He always makes sure to bundle her up nicely so she doesn’t freeze in the cold.

-The two get Chinese takeout and always eat it before going to watch fireworks. He ALWAYS buys her an overpriced fancy hot chocolate for her whenever they get to the city. They go to the same food truck every year and he loves how excited she gets. It’s a hot chocolate with whipped cream and peppermint and shaved chocolate. He adores his daughter and would do anything for her. In fact the first thing he told Fox when he started working is that he had a daughter and it was important that he be able to spend holidays with her.

-He doesn’t drink that much during New Years, he’ll have the little bottle of fireball Fox got him but that’s pretty much it. He’s driving after all! If he does drink, he’s pretty good about controlling his alcohol intake. He knows how many drinks he can have before he’s drunk. Sometimes he’ll buy himself a little Jell-O shot from one of the food vendors there, but nothing too extreme.

-He has SO MANY pictures of his daughter. He does that dad thing where they hold the phone with both hands. He always takes pictures of the fireworks or with her on his shoulders.

-His daughter always falls asleep on the car ride home from the fireworks show, so he always has to carry her to bed. He at least changes her from her jeans and sweater into some pajamas before tucking her into bed.

-He pages (yes you heard that right he has a pager) Kangaroo and Fox happy new years

-He always kisses his daughter cheek as his “New Years kiss”

🍩Celia:

-Every year the office has a little New Year’s party which her and Harold always go to

-I imagine she’s not a big parry person, but she likes getting drunk. Seriously she’s downing box wine like there’s no tomorrow (and frankly wine is the worst drink to get a hangover from). She’s a big red wine girly, chances are she took the box home.

-She HATES how Harold always is like “watch your drink intake.” Frankly she’ll drink twice as much to spite him. Like yes, carry her to the car!

-She doesn’t like champagne all that much. She’ll have one glass of it at midnight cause it’s customary or whatever, but she sticks to her wine. If she’s not paying attention she’ll drink some of the whiskey at the party and not really notice.

-Her lipstick is always smudged by the end of the party, no matter what she does it gets smudged.

-She TOTALLY doesn’t flirt with some of her coworkers at the party. She’s totally not trying to get with the secretary and saying how she’s so pretty. Totally not putting her hand on her hip while Harold is distracted and maybe sneaking a little kiss from her.

-Never gets a New Years kiss. Frankly Harold doesn’t want to kiss Celia because the smell of the alcohol on her breath irritates this nose. She at the very least makes a resolution. It’s pretty small things, read a book, loose some weight, renovate the house. She actually does a good job sticking to her resolution. Honestly her resolution is just to kinda rub it in Harold’s face she’s just that much better than him.

-Completely BEDRIDDEN the next day. Doesn’t wanna get up and do anything when she wakes up the next morning. At best she’ll get up to brush her teeth and shower (and by shower I mean sit on the floor with the water hitting her cause she feels too dizzy to stand.)