#ally to suddenly having adam around

[womansound]

camping in your askbox again ♫ for ... anthony and adam <3

↻  ◁  II  ▷  ↺      ♫    𝚗𝚘𝚠    𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐    ...  adam  &  anthony's  infinite  playlist  !

###  001  .  valentine  𝒃𝒚  laufey  !  

i've  lost  all  control  of  my  heartbeat  now, got  caught  in  a  romance  with  him  somehow  — i  still  feel  a  shock  through  every  bone when  i  hear  an  "i  love  you" 'cause  now  i've  got  someone  to  lose

###  002  .  like  real  people  do  𝒃𝒚  hozier  !  

honey,  just  put  your  sweet  lips  on  my  lips  — we  should  just  kiss  like  real  people  do

###  003  .  about  you  𝒃𝒚  the  1975  !

and  i  miss  you  on  a  train,  i  miss  you  in  the  morning i  never  know  what  to  think  about  — i  think  about  you  (  so  don't  let  go  )  

###  004  .  i  know  you  know  i  love  you  𝒃𝒚  sunset  rollercoaster  !

just  want  you  to  know you're  my  sunshine  in  the  sky

###  005  .  sundays  𝒃𝒚  fkj  !

at  the  airport  when  they  first  met:  "what  are  you  listening  to  ?"

[dragonoffantasyandreality]

Captain Scarlet and the Singing Squadron - Chapter 4: Scarlet vs Black, part 1

(Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2 -p1, Chapter -p2, Chapter 3, …)

I am back with a new chapter! >:D

@uniwolfcorn @teapotteringabout @skymaiden32 @knyee @janetm74 @the-original-sineater @thundergeek59 @riallasheng @mariashades @yarol2075 @voidparadoxical @llamawrites @river-sam2 @coco9728 @hebuiltfive @thalassastra @bassic-ally @pareidoliaonthemove @graverinth

-0-0-0-

The Angels had landed on the mini airport near the station. Giving their Fighters a much needed refuel.

Destiny, Rhapsody, and Harmony were helping the captains planning how to counter the Mysteronized Jets when they do suddenly appear. And where to start searching for Captain Scarlet.

Rhapsody was obviously the most worried of them all. The British Angel biting the nail of her thumb, while trying to distract herself by focusing, maybe a little too hard, on the mystery at hand.

To think that later, she and Scarlet would go on a date on the Kuril Islands. Adam would bet they would spend a much-needed time in the hot springs and enjoy the sight of the beautiful basalt formations, the black volcanic sand, and the white pumice hills.

Destiny, the French lead squadron pilot, gently calmed her teammate. She too was worried of the situation. But keep a firm mental support among her peers to formulate a plan in case something worse happen.

Harmony had a frown on her round, usually calm and soft Asian face, which told of many promises of a nasty punishment. Everyone knew if she had found the culprit responsible for capturing Scarlet, somebody would become a bloody pulp on the floor.

Not that she would necessarily attack on sight, but it was a well-known fact if said culprit turned out to be a prick.

Speaking of culprit…

“Do you think… the person who took Scarlet might have to do with those rumors?” asked suddenly Rhapsody.

“Huh, I didn’t put it that way…” Captain Ochre rubbed his chin, then raised a brow at the British Angel, “What makes you think these two are connected?”

“If you think about it: the crew of this powerplant mentioned about the recent happenings in the forest nearby. Which they claimed this didn’t happened until last night,” she began, walking around the table as her finger lightly dragged across the map, “Then, the Mysteronized fighter jet we fought early got mysteriously shot down, and Scarlet was taken after the crash.”

“Which means, something - or someone - was in that forest doing the Scooby-Doo levels of weird things,” Ochre concluded.

Rhapsody pursed her lips from laughing, as she nodded.

“Well, let’s not forget the lads here also mentioned about this place once being a great battlefield a century ago,” Magenta pointed out. Though, nobody missed his eyes filled with discomfort.

“Pat, don’t tell me you believe in ghosts?” Harmony smirked with amusement.

“I hope I don’t have to…” he tried to hide a gulp.

“Alor! Are we already going over these stupid things?” Destiny laid her knuckles on her hips, giving everyone a serious stare.

Before anyone could say anything, Captain Blue’s epaulets began flashing white.

Blue took his cap and placed it on his head, letting the mic flip from his cap’s visor to his mouth.

“Colonel White, sir?” he listens in attention.

“Captain Blue. Lieutenant Green and I had managed to locate Captain Scarlet,” his commanding officer replayed the news.

Everyone sighed in relief. Rhapsody especially lay her hand to her heart. In which Adam slightly smiled at her reaction.

“Yes sir! Can you tell us where he is?” he asked, ready to pick up his equipment.

“Now hold on a minute, captain,” the colonel spoke firmly, “There’s something I need to tell you about the supposed condition of Scarlet. During our call, there were moments where he appeared to be acting strangely.”

Everyone shared looks as they began to worry once more. Colonel White continued.

“He claimed he was alright, but one time he seemed to have whispered something… or whispered to someone. There were pauses to some of my questions. And he had also claimed that he was ‘not alone’. Would you go and check on him if he’s mentally stable? I’ll send the coordinates immediately,”

“S.I.G”

Cutting off the comms, and the mic flipped back into place, Blue looked at every officer.

“So, uh… who’s coming with me?” he smirked.

-0-0-0-

Seems oddly calm for a birch forest, thought Captain Blue as he and his group trekked about the outskirts.

“I don’t like this…” Rhapsody muttered. Her eyes were glancing left and right with wary, “This place is giving me the creeps.”

Captain Ochre, who was right behind them, holding the Mysteron Detector in his hands, threw a sharp glance at the darkest parts of the forest. And shivered by the sudden cold of the silly imaginations his mind had conjured up, in which, thanks to his training, immediately suppressed them.

“Fishy… like we’re about to go ‘fish out of water’,” he slightly joked.

The two of them turned around to him, giving him sarcastic raised eyebrows in which he grinned back at them with innocent eyes.

“Looking for your colleague?” a voice echoed from elsewhere.

Everyone sharply turned towards the source of the voice. Standing before the bushes, was a young man holding a dog.

He was pretty tall for a youngster, almost as tall as Captain Blue. But him wearing a perfect copy of the century-old military outfit from the Eastern Front, with the badges and all, made this encounter all the more bizarre!

As far as everyone know, there was no reports of a movie being filmed here.

To not let the young man, wait, or grow wary of them, they step in to play along.

“Yeah, kid. We are looking for our buddy, Captain Scarlet. Did you happen to see him?” Blue finally asked.

“Da! He’s at our camp. Just a few minutes away,” the young man pointed somewhere forward along the edge of the forest.

Meanwhile, Captain Ochre took a shot of the fella with the Mysteron Detector. The Polaroid-like picture was being produced, supposed to show an X-Ray image of the person.

If the person was a human, the picture would appear normal with visible bones. If they were a Mysteron Agent, it would come out as clear full picture of the face. Like they were null to the rays.

The picture of the man came out as none of those things; instead, it showed a big black blob.

Ochre retried again, turning the detector off and on to check if there was a mistake.

The pictures still showed the same results.

The trio threw a glance at each other before turning their eyes back at the young man in front of them.

“Say, what’s your name?” Ochre nodded his head towards him.

“Grasshopper,” the man replied.

“Grasshopper?” Blue raised his eyebrows. While the calmest of the captains held his breath from giggling, his eyes were glittering with mirth.

Rhapsody merely covered her mouth with her hand while Ochre didn’t manage to hold out a laugh, let alone a giggle.

“That’s my callsign…” Grasshopper deadpanned sarcastically.

“Got it!” Blue waved his hand, shaking his head a bit to recompose himself “Well? Are you going to lead us to our colleague?”

The young man threw a hand towards the passage.

“Prashou!” he said with a smile.

[exorcist-ava]

The Lieutenant had told them a week ago here would be new recruits joining them.

Not new to heaven, but new to the official trainings.

The recruits would move in to the barracks today, the day after the extermination. Heaven had already insured that their bunks were already laid out for them. The exorcists had made space for them, the seraphim had the beds delivered in place and there were suddenly more lockers in the locker room. When they arrive, they would be introduced to the formation and over the course of the next twelve months become acclimated to the rigorous trainings the exorcists went through to protect heaven’s light. During the next extermination they would simply watch from above to learn about what it truly meant to be an exorcist. After that they would go through it themselves.

Canine had gone through the process themself three years prior, their bloodlust insatiable as they watched the extermination from the safety of heaven. They hated watching and not being able to do anything about the disgusting sinners plaguing creation. They looked forward to having more sisters in arms who, like them, would probably believe their job to be the most sacred duty an angel like them could hold. In their opinion, there wouldn’t be enough exorcists until all of hell could be wiped out in a single extermination.

Being warm and welcoming was a part of their duty to the new exorcists. Canine took this part seriously, despite communication being one of their only flaws.

They stood in the mirror looking at their crooked nose, a staunch reminder that not all who look friendly are allies and not all who look like the enemy are foes.

They needed to smile at the new recruits. They tried for something warm… fake. They shook their head and tried for an excited grin… intimidating, and it showed off their sharp canines. Not that either. They thought about Adam and Lute, respectable, kind, warm. They tried to emulate Lute’s smirk…

Yeah, that would work.

They headed out to formation. They were pretty early, but it was better than being late.

@exorcist-canine

Ava was nervous about finally joining the official training of the Exorcists. All around her she saw the other new up and coming recruits she had known her whole existence in Heaven - all of which snickered as she met their gaze.

Ava wasn't really the best at fighting. She was, as Adam described her, a dumb bitch. The Lieutenant was a bit kinder, opting instead to call her tactics sloppy whenever they held youth assessments. Virginia had assured her that she'd grow into a mighty Exorcist for Heaven one day, but Ava couldn't help but feel like a massive disappointment anytime the others would jeer at her lack of aim and concentration - or when Adam would loudly call her "AIDS" in front of them whenever he got annoyed at her.

She joins the line-up, nervously avoiding everyone's gaze and hoping not to draw so much attention to herself. As she had learned with age, being more reserved and quiet meant much less trouble for her than being herself. Unfortunately for her, a certain older Exorcist had noticed her.

[sinner-sunflower]

P.2 HH Lucifer-centric AU 22/?

STORY 1, PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 14.5, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21, PART 23, PART 24, PART 25, PART 26

I totally forgot to post this yesterday alksjdlksajkl

It's literally in my drafts but the day was too busy I honestly forgot. So here's a treat!

Also, I know there's a lot of mystery and questions of what's going on but I never planned to fully stay on the POVs of those in Heaven. I just wanted to give you guys a glimpse but I didn't want to tell it all.

You are all as clueless as Luci. Just as I intended hehe

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Lucifer feels cursed. He can sense it. Even without Roo, he's certain that all this misfortune is deliberate. Given everything that has happened in the past few months, he didn't think it could get any worse.

He should've known not to jinx it.

Everyone jumped up, alarmed by the cannibal demon's frantic cries for help.

Outside, they were met with a chaotic battle as sinners and Hellborns fought against the supposedly dead angels. Both side have bodies that lay lifeless on the ground amidst the pandemonium.

Lucifer: What the fuck is going on?!

Cannibal Demon: We were piling the bodies up in the Embassy for burning, as you instructed, Your Majesty. But then—a body suddenly sprang back to life and attacked one of our workers! The next moment, we were all being attacked by the other bodies! They don't seem conscious, sire. They were snarling like rabid animals.

At that moment, an angel turned in their direction and charged straight at Lucifer. He extended his hand, and the angel burst into flames, collapsing to the ground and writhing in pain until it died.

Charlie, the hotel residents, and the other Overlords sprang into action, fighting to kill as many angels as they could.

Lucifer saw what the cannibal demon was talking about. The angels didn't seem truly alive. Instead, they screamed and attacked blindly, targeting anything in their path. Their forms were as mangled as the one that had fallen before him.

Then an angel was tossed at his feet. It twitched but the body was too destroyed to attack again. It looked up at him with blank eyes, black liquid streaming down its face like tears. The angel reached a hand towards him and tried to speak.

Heaven Angel: K-k-ki- me. P-ease

Lucifer was too petrified with shock to even register what the angel was trying to say. Was it begging him to kill it?

The angel gasped and attempted to crawl closer until an axe buried itself in its head, instantly killing it. Lucifer looked up to see Adam standing there.

He wondered when Adam had arrived.

Adam: Dude! Snap out of it! The fuck are you doin'?? And what the shit is happening?

But Lucifer couldn't answer. He just stared at the first man blankly.

Lucifer: I thought you were at the palace?

Adam: Seriously?! Gah!

Adam swung his axe again, killing an angel that had gotten too close.

Adam: One of these fuckers got in and I'd rather not die in your stupid house!

Another swing, another fallen angel.

Lucifer: They're angels....

He saw Adam's gaze harden but he does not falter one bit.

Adam: Are you just gonna stand there and stare or are you gonna do something?!

Lucifer snapped out of his daze, the reality of the situation sinking in. He looked around, seeing the chaos unfold as his allies fought for their lives. Taking a deep breath, he summoned his strength and stepped forward.

Lucifer: Let's end this madness.

He extended his hand, conjuring flames to incinerate the embassy, illuminating Pride like a giant flaming beacon.

Lucifer: Toss them all into the fire!

Lucifer's voice boomed across the city, echoing with authority. Soon enough, angels were screaming as they were engulfed in flames.

He took to the sky, setting fire to every zom-angel he could see. Reminding himself that they were no longer their normal selves, he saw this as an act of mercy.

Lucifer flew higher, his eyes scanning the chaos below. He could see Charlie, the hotel residents, and the Overlords fighting fiercely, holding their ground against the onslaught. Each flame he conjured was a prayer for the end of this madness.

As he incinerated bodies left and right, a troubling thought gnawed at him: Was this still Roo's doing? The state of these angels bore a striking resemblance to the infected creatures he had encountered in Sloth.

Roo: Not me, fallen. Looks like someone upstairs messed with something they shouldn't have. How thrilling~

The voice startled Lucifer.

Lucifer: What are you talking about?!

Roo: Hell's not the only one harboring a dark entity.

He cursed her silently but the Root of All Evil just laughed.

Roo: Corruption is such a wonderful thing.

The battle continued, and it didn't take long for them to rid the area of the reanimated corpses. However, the toll was immense. Everyone was on the verge of collapsing. The relentless series of events in the past hour had drained their remaining strength. If Heaven were to attack now, they would be fighting for their very lives.

Lucifer landed, breathing heavily, his mind racing. The angels’ corrupted state pointed to something far more sinister than he initially thought. If Roo was telling the truth, then Heaven itself was compromised.

Charlie: Dad!

Lucifer: Char-char, you guys okay?

Charlie: We're all fine.

Adam: Speak for yourself, girlie.

Charlie was only slightly surprised by Adam's appearance but didn't question him.

Lucifer: Are we sure that's the last of them?

Charlie: Alastor has his shadows canvassing the city right now.

Lucifer looked around at the carnage, wondering how much more they could handle. Before he could think further, Adam spoke up again.

Adam: I know those angels.

Lucifer: What?

Adam: Most of these are my girls.

There was a hint of sadness in his voice. Despite being a misogynist douche, Lucifer realized Adam genuinely cared for the angels in his army.

Lucifer: Exorcists?

Adam: Yeah... shit, what the fuck is going on up there? Why did they turn into these things?

Lucifer had no answer, so he remained silent.

They see something twinkle in the sky, followed by a beam of light. Lucifer quickly raised his hand to create a barrier just in time to deflect the blast. Even he struggled against Michael's powerful weapon. Multiple blasts rained down, but they were erratic, not aimed directly at Hell.

Something in the distance was getting closer and closer, dodging left as another blast exploded nearby.

Was Michael aiming for that?

They couldn't tell what it was until it drew nearer. It was an angel, struggling against another as they plummeted. Soon, more angels came into view. A particularly strong blast from Michael shattered Lucifer's barrier, and they could only watch as more angels fell into Hell.

The war had arrived.

And there was nothing they could do to stop it.

Roo: Play time~

Lucifer should've known not to jinx it.

[the-darkestminds]

Autumn's Shadow: Chapter 2

Azriel x Eris (Azriel POV)

Summary: A covert meeting between Azriel and Eris to exchange valuable intel leaves Azriel reeling—and questioning everything he has ever felt for the Heir of Autumn. Azriel finds himself inexorably drawn to Eris, unable to resist his captivating allure. With the threat of Koschei and Beron looming ever closer, can their forbidden love endure in the face of such danger?

a/n: Assume the Band of Exiles is aware of Eris's alliance with the Night Court.

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Chapter 2:

Azriel stood in Rhys’s study, only half listening to the discussion he was having with Cassian. A few days had passed since his…altercation with Eris and he’d been distracted and anxious ever since. He couldn’t focus on anything else. He kept turning it over in his mind, trying to figure out what it meant, why Eris had done it, why Azriel had let him do it and how he felt about it. He’d thought he hated the male, but now all he felt was confusion, and other things he didn’t want to acknowledge. The conversation continued on without him for a time, until—

“Did you get with Eris?” 

Azriel whipped his head to Cassian. “What?” He suddenly felt hot in his too-tight leathers.

“Did you meet? Find out if Beron’s allying with Koschei?” Cassian was looking at him with raised brows. 

Azriel silently cursed himself for being such an idiot. He couldn’t remember the last time he was so flustered. “Oh. Right. Yes.” 

Cassian and Rhys stared at him for a beat. 

“And?” Rhys drawled, arching a brow at him and cocking his head. Everything alright, brother?

“I’m fine,” he responded quickly aloud. The last thing he wanted was Rhys rifling around in his head, not that he would without permission. But still��Azriel cringed inwardly at the idea of Rhys stumbling across some of the thoughts he’d been having the past few nights. He continued, lest they pry further, “Beron has been visiting the continent often, likely to see Briallyn. Eris suspects Beron might also join her in allying with Koschei, if he thinks it will serve his interests. Though he has no concrete proof Beron is even aware of Koschei’s existence. I could get that proof though.” Cassian cursed softly, but Rhys did not seem surprised by the news. He nodded calmly, thinking. 

“Perhaps it is time you got a closer look at that lake. See what you can learn of Briallyn’s alliance with Koschei, and if she has the means to free him from his curse. Just be careful,” Rhys said gravely, “You saw what happened to those Autumn Court soldiers. And we still don’t know the true magnitude of Koschei’s power.” Azriel didn’t let his surprise show. Rhys had been adamant that Azriel observe from afar so as not to risk exposure in case the crown’s influence could snare him from a distance. He supposed they were growing desperate, what with the miniscule intel he had been able to gather thus far. Rhys added, “Talk to Vassa and Lucien before you go.” They had already shared what they knew of Koschei, but it wouldn’t hurt to verify nothing was left out or overlooked.

He gave Rhys a curt nod, but said nothing else. His brothers were still looking at him with amusement. 

“Seriously, what’s wrong with you? You look weird,” Cassian demanded.

“I said I’m fine,” he bit out. If his brother didn’t shut up soon he was going to punch him in the mouth.

“But—” 

“Leave it, Cass,” Rhys ordered. 

Before Cassian could voice the undoubtably crude thought that glinted in his eyes, Azriel said quickly, “Are we done here?” He didn’t wait for an answer as he let his shadows whisk him away, though not fast enough to miss Rhys’s loud laughter as Cassian mumbled something that sounded an awful lot like “panties” and “twist.” Azriel rolled his eyes and huffed a begrudging laugh. If only they knew. 

***

Azriel’s shadows deposited him directly on the front doorstep of the manor Jurian and Vassa—and Lucien—were now sharing and he knocked twice on the large wooden slab. As he waited, he scanned the surrounding lands, the evidence of war still prominent in the felled trees and barren patches of earth. He turned as Lucien’s scarred, handsome face appeared in the doorway. He stepped aside silently to let Azriel pass. 

The male’s shoulders were tense as he said vaguely, “Lots of visitors today.” 

Azriel took in Lucien’s strained face, the warning that flashed in his russet eye, the other whirring and clicking faintly. Azriel cocked his head and walked down the hall beside Lucien as his shadows swept through the manor undetected. He sensed two human heartbeats—Vassa and Jurian, and a third, slower than the others. His stomach sank as he suspected who was visiting that had Lucien on edge.

When they entered the room his eyes went immediately to the red-haired male seated near the crackling fire. Eris lounged in a chair like it was his own personal throne, legs crossed, the picture of courtly grace and arrogance. Eris met his eyes and smiled widely, wicked delight sparking in his amber eyes. 

“Shadowsinger, it’s been too long,” he crooned in greeting. Azriel willed himself not to blush—prayed silently to the Mother that Lucien and Eris wouldn’t pick up on his racing heartbeat or the sweat now dripping down his back. Was it hot in here? “I’ve been meaning to ask you if you needed a hand with anything. What are allies for, after all?” Azriel stood rigidly, his mind reeling as he tried to think of something, anything, to say. The room was silent but for the roaring fire. Eris’s smile grew and he arched a brow at Azriel. Lucien glanced between them warily. 

“Azriel? Is everything alright?” Vassa’s voice clanged through him. Fuck. He was here to discuss Koschei with Vassa and Lucien. Two seconds in Eris’s presence and he’d completely lost his cool.

“Your majesty,” he bowed his head slightly, offering his respect to the human queen. She smiled and dipped her head in acknowledgement.

“Did you come with news or orders?” she asked.

“Neither,” he glanced at Eris before continuing, “I’m here to gather any more information you might have on Koschei before I leave for the continent.” 

Vassa’s eyes burned like blue flame at the mention of her master’s name. “I’d advise you to stay far away from that lake.” Her voice was coated in fear. When Azriel didn’t respond, she conceded. “Koschei is as old as the sea—older. Some say he is Death itself, though what that means I can’t be sure. He is truly immortal.” Her voice was hoarse as she added, “The true manner of his power is unknown to me. But he does have the ability to transport others long distances, like he did with your soldiers,” she jerked her head at Eris. The male’s face darkened, eyes flickering. “He is no mere sorcerer. Everything he does is to free himself from the lake. But he whispers on the winds…can see far…He was able to sow discord among my fellow queens while still trapped at the lake. Whether or not his voice holds some magical sway, I do not know. But you’d be wise to stay away, Azriel.” She seemed reluctant to say more. 

Some of it was new information. Azriel hadn’t known the death god had played any part in stirring up the human queens before Hybern launched its war against Prythian. Nor was he aware of any sorcerer-like power to control people like puppets, aside from the Crown. Would the death god have use for such objects? Or was he powerful enough on his own? Rhys had told him to keep the information to himself, so he said nothing.

“Be careful,” Jurian warned, his voice grim. Azriel only nodded to him, and then to Lucien. He bowed his head again in farewell to Vassa and turned to leave, ignoring Eris.

“I’ll walk you out,” Eris said behind him. Azriel tensed, his steps faltering. Eris breezed by him into the hall. He waited for Azriel to catch up and they walked side by side towards the front door. Eris didn’t speak again until they were outside. 

“You truly have nothing to say to me? Have I done something to offend you?” he asked mockingly, all graveness of the past few minutes gone. The shit-eating grin was back on his face. 

Azriel snarled softly. “Everything you do offends me.” 

Eris laughed darkly as he slid his hands into the pockets of his pants. “You wound me. And here I thought you’d be happy to see me. You seemed to enjoy our last meeting immensely, if I recall correctly.” 

Azriel’s face burned as he glanced down in embarrassment. Gods, he couldn’t even meet his eyes. Couldn’t think of a single damn thing to say to put Eris in his place. When did he become such a blundering idiot? He cursed himself silently.

“Let me know when you return from your little trip to the continent,” Eris said flippantly. Azriel nodded stiffly, still not meeting the male’s eyes. A beat of silence. And then—“I enjoyed myself too, shadowsinger.” 

Azriel snapped his head up to see Eris grin and wink, and then he was gone. His stomach fluttered strangely at the words. As his shadows whisked him away he allowed himself a small, private smile.

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[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

BG3

✨️Adam- Astarion ☆ Lucifer- Tav✨️

After a long day of being kidnapped by squid aliens, making allies, and lying through his teeth, Adam is finally able to rest. And at night time, something he hasn't done for over two hundred years.

Moments after closing his eyes, Adam opens them and finds himself in a thick, dark forest. He instantly felt like he was being watched.

Adam stood and walked forward cautiously.

Adam: Hello?

The air felt thick, and mist suddenly surrounded him. An airy, familiar voice echoed through the trees.

Sera: First. Thou shall not drink the blood of thinking creatures.

Adam looked around the forest, trying to find his master.

Sera: Second. Thou shall obey me in all things.

If Adam had a beating heart, it would be beating out of his chest. He could still feel the fear and anxiety creeping up his spine and into every one of his nerves.

Adam: A-Absolutely! It's just that I was kidnapped-.

Sera: Third. Thou shall not leave my side unless directed.

He can feel the coldness of the forest dig into his bones. His every fiber was shaking with fear, but he forced himself to smile.

Sera: Fourth. Thou shall know that thou are mine.

Adam backed away as in a flash of red mist, his master appeared before him. Her red eyes pierced his very soul.

Sera smiled: Pathetic. As always. But at least you know your place.

Adam bowed his head. To show respect and to hide his fear.

Sera: You are mine. Forever.

Adam wakes and bolts up out of his bed next to the fire. Looking around, he could almost still feel her presence. He needed to get back before he's punished.

But then it dawns on him. If he's free to walk in the daylight, can he be free from Sera? Free from her rule?

Adam looked around the small camp at the three other sleeping bodies. He could test it if he's truly free from her influence. He could feed on a thinking creature.

Lucifer tosses and turns. He doesn't sleep well. His mind slips between nightmares and restless sleep.

His eyes slowly start to open. He doesn't know why he woke up so in the middle of the night. Maybe something was wrong or maybe, he just got lucky.

Lucifer's eyes widened as he saw Adam crouching over him, mouth open as if he's about to bite him.

Adams red eyes suddenly lock with Lucifer's, making him stumble back.

Adam: Uh- shit.

Lucifer stands up, tense and ready to fight.

Adam: No, wait! It's not what it looks like! I swear.

Lucifer glares at Adam, and folds his arms.

Adam: I wasn't going to hurt you! I... I just... I just needed-! Well... blood.

Finally, Lucifer takes a closer look at Adam. In the firelight, he could see every detail he missed when they first met. When Adam held that blade to his neck. The sharp teeth, the blood red eyes. A vampire. A slave to sanguine hunger.

Lucifer: A vampire. How long has it been since you killed someone? Days? Hours?

Adam smirked: I've never killed anyone. Well...

Adam looked away: Not for food... I feed on animals. Boars, deer, kolbolds. Whatever I can get. But it's not enough- not if I have to fight. I feel so... weak...

Lucifer watched Adam as he swayed, clearly drained and exhausted.

Adam put on his best puppy dog eyes. They always worked. Unless it was Sera.

Asam: But... if I had a little blood, I could think clearer. Fight better. Please?

Lucifer: You're a vampire? Why didn't you tell me?

Adam: I was sure you would say no... or likely ram a stake through my ribs. No. I needed you to trust me- and you can trust me.

Lucifer was silent for a moment: Fine- but not a drop more than you need, Adam. Or I will fucking stake you.

Adam blinked in surprise: Really? I mean- of course. Not a drop more~.

Lucifer glared as Adam put on a more flirty tone.

Adam: Now, how about we get more comfortable, shall we~?

Lucifer laid back down on his bedroll and watched as Adam kneeled next to him. He wasted no time in burying his fangs into Lucifer's neck.

He thought this would feel more pleasurable, but it was anything but. Adam's fangs felt cold, sending sharp shock waves through his neck.

But soon, the pain fades. There's a throbbing numbness, making his heart rate quicken and his breath hitch.

Adam almost moans, feeling the blood rush into his mouth. He can finally feel that deep, empty hole inside him being filled. The whites of his eyes turn red, filling with the blood he greedily sucks out of Lucifer.

Lucifer could feel his heart slowing, his mind going blank. He was losing himself.

With as much willpower, Lucifer could muster, he forced Adam off.

Lucifer: A-Adam! Stop- you're taking too much!

Adam reluctantly removes himself from Lucifer's neck.

Adam: O-Of course! That-.

Lucifer covers his neck, applying pressure to his new wound. He looked over Adam. He looked blissful, dabbing at a string of blood that ran from his flushed lip to his chin with his finger, he quickly licks the blood off his finger.

Adam smiles: That was amazing... my mind feels clearer. I feel stronger! I'll definitely be of use to you now~.

Lucifer: You better, asshole... I look forward to seeing you fight... this better have been worth it.

Adam smirked, and put his hand on his hip.

Adam: Hm. Shouldn't take long. So many people need killing after all~. Now, if you'll excuse me. You're invigilating~. But I need something more... filling~.

Lucifer weakly watches as Adam stalks away towards the forest, looking a lot more confident and stronger than before. Ready to hunt.

This gives God Adam Au meets Vampire Adam Au with some aliens thrown into the mix lol

[lgbtqmanga]

New Releases Sep. 24, 2024

Anyway, I'm Falling In Love With You. (manga) vol. 4 by Haruka Mitsui

Mizuha's seventeenth birthday is the pits. Her parents totally forgot, and the sempai she likes isn't interested in her. But when her longtime childhood friend asks her out, Mizuha has to sort out what this change could mean. And her feelings may not be the only ones changing in this latest volume!

Ballad of Sword and Wine: Qiang Jin Jiu (novel) vol. 2 by Tang Jiu Qing

KNOW THINE ENEMY After a passionate night together, Shen Zechuan and Xiao Chiye part the next morning as enemies. A new emperor has ascended the throne, and the court is in flux. Power and position are in reach for anyone who dares to grasp them—and Shen Zechuan will stop at nothing to pursue his ambitions. But while Shen Zechuan and Xiao Chiye counter each other’s moves on the board, grander schemes are afoot in the capital of Qudu. As court conspiracies swirl around them, Shen Zechuan and Xiao Chiye find themselves unlikely allies against a mysterious adversary pulling the strings behind a series of calamities targeting the emperor. Yet, in order to work together, there must be trust, and with trust comes risk: in setting their masks aside, they may inadvertently find their whole selves laid bare.

BARBARITIES (manga) vol. 4 by Tsuta Suzuki

FINAL VOLUME! The king is under house arrest, Joel’s enemies are in power, and worst of all, Adam has been captured. Joel is determined to overthrow Simon and restore King Chris to the throne, but when Simon uses Adam as bait to lure out Joel, he doesn’t know what to do. Can Joel find a way to save Adam as well as the kingdom, or will he have to choose between love and duty?

Boys Gilding the Lily Shall Die!? (manga) vol. 1 by Yomogimochi

Chihaya Katagiri has always been the first trumpet in her school’s brass band — until Hibiki Aikawa transfers from a prestigious school and takes the spot. Despite initial suspicions, the two quickly become close; Katagiri admires Aikawa’s talent and enthusiasm for playing the trumpet, and Aikawa is struck by Katagiri’s grounded treatment of her abilities, as well as her love for music. As their feelings for each other grow stronger, their lives become more complicated with the stress of classes, other relationships, and the last competition of their high school careers drawing near.

Cardcaptor Sakura: Clear Card (manga) vol. 15 by CLAMP

Clear Card picks up right where Cardcaptor Sakura left off, with Sakura and Syaoran starting junior high school. With the Final Judgment passed, Sakura thinks school life will be quiet, but then all her cards suddenly turn blank! The mysterious new power she discovers will change how she thinks about her powers in this latest volume.

Dinner for Three (novel) by Hizaki Isamu and Yukimura Kanae

Struggling to raise his young brother on his own, Shizuku has been working as a male companion in order to make ends meet. One day, he mistakenly thinks that his little brother has been kidnapped and attacks his neighbor, Tsujido. Seeing that the brothers need help, Tsujido starts to cook warm meals and care for them. For the first time, Shizuku got a taste of what it's like to be taken care of in a family…

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Konohana Kitan (manga) vol. 14 by Sakuya Amano

Yuzu and Satsuki are now working as maids at the Akitsushima Hotel, an inn for Western Great Spirits that they arrived at on their travels. Will they be able to pull off their duties despite being astonished by the inn's quirky owner and the other maids? Fox workers will wait on you hand and foot. This is the 14th volume of nostalgic Japanese stories that will illuminate and heal your heart.

Mobsters in Love (manga) vol. 2 by Chiyoko Origami

Mob captain Akihiro Kashima has been successfully hiding his feelings for his boss for years now. But Ritsu Hibiya, assistant captain, has figured out his secret! In order to keep Hibiya’s lips sealed, Kashima agrees to be his servant, but then Hibiya pushes him down and kisses him…just when the boss walks in on them!

My Girlfriend’s Not Here Today (manga) vol. 2 by Kiyoko Iwami

Yuni loves how passionate her secret girlfriend can be, but honestly…? It’s starting to feel like volleyball takes up all of Nanase’s time. Especially when her latest game is all the way in Osaka, where Yuni will not only have to spend a lot of money but also be alone most of the time. However, Fuuko offers the perfect solution: She’ll pay IF Yuni goes on a date with her. It’s not cheating if you’re doing it to support your girlfriend, right?

Stars of Chaos: Sha Po Lang (novel) vol. 4 by priest

EVIL IN THE BLOOD As Chang Geng continues his dangerous mission investigating corruption in the south, Gu Yun races back to the capital in hopes of stopping a bloody insurrection. But internal unrest is not all that threatens the throne of Great Liang as foreign enemies gather on both land and sea. When Great Liang’s northern foe sends an envoy of peace to the capital, an end to the war may be in sight. But the northern tribes come with their own desperate plan: a mechanism to ignite the curse lurking in Chang Geng’s blood and turn him against all he holds dear. To save Chang Geng, Gu Yun must find the secret to the curse of the wu’ergu—before both of them run out of time.

Wails of the Bound (manga) by Keri Kusabi

Alpha Keisuke Takaba has just transferred to a new office, hoping for a peaceful work environment filled with fellow Alphas. His illusions are quickly shattered when he meets his new manager, Miyabi Karasuma—a brash Omega who is willing to use his body to get whatever he wants. Keisuke can't stand Omegas, but no matter how hard he tries, he can't avoid Miyabi and is even forced to follow along as Miyabi performs “favors” for business associates. The more he sees of Miyabi's life, the more he feels pity for the Omega… but maybe “pity” isn't the only thing he's feeling?

Wolf Pack (manga) by Billy Balibally

Set in the far-far north, where wolves rule, the head of the valley, Garm, follows the tradition of the lake chief, Hati, and becomes his guardian. Garm is frank and tough, and Hati is serious and pure. They respect each other's pride as chiefs and males, but at first they are somewhat at odds with each other. However, as they come into contact with each other's way of life, their deepening bond makes them the one and only pair…

[christinesficrecs]

Hey do you know any fics that explore the hale family and their dynamics as a pack? Of course sterek but I’d love some world building…

There is this tag and also this one. Also, The Searching Ceremonies by KouriArashi

Divided We Stand by KouriArashi | 156.7K | Mature

Derek is being pressured by his family to pick a mate, and somehow stumbles into a choice that they didn't expect and aren't sure they approve of....

Weave Soft Spells Over My Sight by AgnesBlue | 51.4K | Mature

Derek had blossomed steadily over the past year, growing into his ears and turning even more handsome, if that were possible. But instead of going out and melting the panties off the girls, suddenly he was coming to Stiles all bashed in, demanding that he patch him up like Stiles was some freelance nurse. It was a familiar pattern by now.

Bonds of Blood, Bonds of Family, Bonds of Love by TyReed | 44K | Mature

After being beaten up by a door, werewolf Stiles Stilinksi finds himself bonded to Derek Hale, of the Hale Noble Bloodline. For a scrawny, wimpy, Tainted Bloodline werewolf, Stiles runs away, embarrassed and humiliated as he worries about bringing shame to the Hale Family, and even more shame to himself. Because the Nobles and Tainted just don't mix, never have, never will.

Except, things aren't exactly what they seem.

With the help of the (meddling) Hale family, his adoptive (meddling) human parents John and Claudia Stilinksi, and one very persistent Alpha Derek Hale, Stiles might come to see himself as more than just the blood that runs through his veins, and open his heart to find the happiness, friends, pack, and the family that he'd always wanted.

Hale’s Modern Encyclopedia of Playing Cards (and Dating Humans) by thepsychicclam | 49.6K | Mature

Wolves don't date humans. And Derek's okay with that. He's got his Pack, his friends in the Pack network, and lacrosse. Plus, he plays cards with his grandma all the time. Stiles Stilinski definitely doesn't factor into his life - no matter how much of a crush Derek has on him.

But when bird creatures attack Derek, Stiles, and their friends in the Preserve, Stiles finds out about werewolves and things get pretty complicated. For Derek at least. And he thought school was his only problem, but now he's grounded and Stiles is hanging around way too much for Derek to ignore him any longer.

Now as Ever (All That Is and Has Been) by venis_envy | 52.2K | Explicit

Stiles can't remember what happened to rearrange the time-space continuum, or how he ended up being pulled into the past. All he knows is that he's there now, in 2003 Beacon Hills, with a teenage werewolf and a possibly-crazy veterinarian as his only allies.

Ain't Nothing so Good as the Cake and Eating it by sofonisba_found | 51K | Mature

Derek thinks he's doing alright in life, with his family at his side and a job he loves. Despite his family's concerns he remains adamant that he doesn't need a mate, afraid to take the risk of letting anyone close enough to try to hurt his family again. That is until he realizes that his true mate has been right under his nose for years, and that now through his inaction he may lose him.

Gravity's Got Nothing on You by zosofi | 83.9 | Explicit

Three weeks,” Derek says.

“Still don’t want to,” Stiles says.

“I’ll pay you,” Derek says, and that… that has Stiles interested. Alf’s Antique’s may be a great job, but it’s not a high-paying job, and half of Stiles’s tuition is coming from financial aid, so…

“How much,” Stiles asks, “are we talking here? Because I know your family, dude. And it’ll be kind of awkward after.“

“My family thinks you’re some sort of fucking gift to the world,” Derek seethes, like he’s jealous, “they’ll probably be pissed at me when we break it off, so don’t worry about that. Five hundred bucks.”

“A thousand,” Stiles says, because screw ethics. Also, the Hale family is loaded. Derek can deal.

Safe Place to Land by Green | 19.2K

The Hales have been tracking a group of hunters who've targeted small packs with the help of a magic user. When they finally attack the hunter compound, they aren't expecting to find Stiles, a Spark who's practically a slave, and his young werewolf son. Derek isn't expecting the Spark to be his mate, either.

Northern Blues by kaistrex (weishen) | 40.6K | Explicit

When the Hale pack transitions to a new Alpha, Stiles is thrilled to be assigned to Beacon Hills to try out as their new Emissary. He and his dad are immediately enamoured with the idyllic little town, fitting right in with the rest of the Hales – except for Derek. The new Alpha shows no signs of welcome, but it will be hard for him to stay stubborn in the face of his family’s encouragement and a sentient house that has plans for the two of them whether Derek likes it or not.

Of Course It's Fairies by HelloWhyTheFuckAmIHere | 100.2K

While still suffering from the after effects of the Nogitsune, Stiles and the pack stumble upon and save a trapped fairy. The boy's parents, not wanting to be in the pack’s debt, offer each member of the pack who assisted in the rescue, the opportunity to bring a loved one back from the dead.

Having been blissfully reunited with several of their once-lost friends and family members, everyone must work together to figure out how to function as a new pack, and how to defeat a new incoming threat.

[danceylancey]

In an attempt to help each of them work with each other better they decide to do a mind meld. It will, at random, put all of them into one of their memories. The five of them agree at various levels of confidence, Lance the most uneasy and only agreeing after Coran gave them a device that would signal that wanted to leave and swore to respect it. It starts of well enough, they get to see Hunk with his family as his dad works on a car and tells his son he doesn’t have to do manly things to be a man. His dad tells him that being a man means good and kind, decent to those around you. He tells his son that he doesn’t give a damn if he wants to cook or fly or whatever, as long as he’s true to himself his father will always be proud of him. Next they see Pidge having argument with her brother only for him to spin it around and comfort her. The memory ends with them getting into a tickle fight. Shiro and Keith have a similar memory of their first meeting, though for Shiro it’s Adam joking with him about picking up strays and having a teachers pet and for Keith it’s the jump on their bikes. When the next memory forms they find themselves in an abandoned street looking at a corner store. It’s window is smashed and it’s clearly been looted, the rest of the street is in a similar state. A car nearby looks as if it’s been exploded. They all look around, wondering whose memory they his could be. Before they can question anything aloud, two people come sneaking out of an ally and behind the burnt up car. There’s a girl who looks like she’s close to eighteen and a little boy who could be eight, both have dark tanned skin and rumpled, torn clothing. Pidge asks if it’s Lance, but the other doesn’t respond. They’re all too caught up in the scene before them to notice his uncharacteristic silence. The boy and girl go into the store while looking around, as if waiting to be spotted. The girl starts grabbing objects, mainly canned food, tape and some other odds. The boy crouches behind the low wall and peeks through some broken glass, on watch. He’s breathing heavily and his little hands are shaking as he wipes his face from snot and dirt. The girl suddenly drops her bag, contents clanging down. They watch as she backs ups it’s her hands in the air, a man with military like uniform stumbles forward with his gun drawn. He’s grinning but stumbling, possibly drunk. He speaks in a language they don’t know, but by the way he grabs his crotch it’s clear what his intentions are. Their all watching in shock, waiting for something to happen. The girl speaks, a few tears going down her face as she does. Then, so suddenly it makes them all jump, a shot rings out. It’s silenced but still clear. The man cries out and falls back, looking at his slowly bleeding shoulder and looks towards the shooter. They all turn to look at where the little boy had been and find him holding a large pistol, bugger than his forearm. The man shouts something and stumbles away as the girl rushes over to the boy and grabs the gun, pointing it at the fleeing man and shooting again. The man falls instantly, like a rag doll. A headshot. The girl turns to the boy and pulls him ive to her bag as she works faster to recollect her things so they can flee. This time when she speaks in its English, “you shot his shoulder.” It’s both a statement and an accusation. The boy, now silently crying, looks ashamed as he says, “I’m sorry, I missed.” The girl scoffs but then turns serious and tells him with a cold voice, “you never miss. If you can’t kill someone, they will kill you. That’s how the world works, Lance.” The boy, Lance, nods and looks over at the dead body. The two flee, the girl getting the soldiers gun and spitting on his body. By then their all looking at Lance, whose face is blank but eyes are filled with a deep sadness. Without a word, he presses his panic button.

[contrivedchaos]

So Sera and Carmilla after Carmilla falls keep seeing each other why let a little thing like treason and banishment get in the way of a good relationship. Sera makes portals and sneaks to hell they spend some time together usually in bed it's pretty casual it's not like they can do that much but it goes on for a few thousand years till Carmilla breaks it off someone in hell asked her out and she likes him and well she knows what she and Sera has can grow into something more. Sera knew it would happen eventually and doesn't hold any bad feelings to Carmilla she deserves to have a real relationship not a once a month liaison. They go their separate ways Sera raises up the ranks of heaven gets Emily to care for and is very successful if a bit lonely while Carmilla starts dating this guy and marries him they have Odette and Clara and she grows her empire. Than suddenly her husband dies somehow (stares at Sera. I'm kidding she wouldn't murder her ex's husband that is too evil and would make Carmilla sad. She was happy when she heard the news than felt guilty about being happy.) More years pass Carmilla adjusts to being a widow and single mom while running her empire and Sera keeps climbing the ranks of heaven. Carmilla starts to feel lonely and eventually askes Sera if she would like to meet up. (Sera has a similar reaction to the phone call as Lucifer had to Charlie's though she doesn't answer the phone like he did.) They meet up and well get back together as they had been before though now they occasionally do dates as well either Sera disguised in hell or Carmilla disguised going back to heaven. The girls all suspect something is up with their mom/sisters her monthly night where she can not be distributed but have no idea.

Yeeeeeeeessssss! We love a good covert rendezvous between lovers-who-should-be-enemies. If anyone powerful in Heaven found out, they would probably face serious consequences, but they do it anyway, because they love each other! They always have! 😭😭

Carmilla probably thought she was doing the right thing by ending things with Sera. When they were lower on the totem polls of their respective societies, it was easier to get away with seeing each other. But once Sera started taking on more responsibility as a Seraphim, and allowed Adam to do his Exterminations every year, it drove a rift between them. Carmilla thought that it would be better to go their separate ways -- she couldn't justify continuing a relationship with the person allowing her people to be slaughtered.

Eventually she met Clara and Odette's father, another overlord who was allied with Zestial, who was also rising up in the ranks in Hell. They started a relationship and were able to cobble together a comfortable life. They started Carmine Industries, she took his last name, and they had the girls. Maybe at some point he got careless and was killed during an Extermination, and Carmilla never fully recovered. That's why she's so tough on her girls to always be careful, never takes risks, and rules over her empire with an iron fist. She doesn't want to lose anyone else.

But she's not immune to loneliness, and while Zestial is still around, and they are very dear friends, she misses her husband and that close companionship. In a moment of weakness, she calls Sera, who doesn't answer at first. But Carmilla keeps trying, and starts leaving messages that she wants to speak. When they do finally talk, Sera confides in her that Heaven isn't all it's cracked up to be. She has a job to do, but it brings her no joy, and now her only purpose is making sure Emily is safe. She and Carmilla find common ground on wanting to protect their girls, and spend long hours talking before finally agreeing to try again. Except it's even more dangerous this time, because they are both in positions of power. Emily, Odette, and Clara eventually find out, and agree to watch their backs and cover for them. But how long can they keep this going before one or both are found out?

[deepfriedhopesanddreams]

Another part of the Vacation arc! ( Apparently, Tumblr just keeps cutting it shorter and shorter for both me and Bloom😢, so close...)

Kat: *chuckles* *sends meatball pun to group chat*

Everyone: .... Seriously?...

Kat : what? It's funny!

*Kabiguan opens the zipper on the bag and looks inside. He's happy to see the botbots, every bot realises that... No one knew what happened earlier inside the infinity mall. To the human allies, it's just nothing. Every bot agrees to keep this to themselves.

The human allies dropped off Kat and Marvin and continued their vacation.*

Marcus: alright everyone! We only have a few more days left

(@deepfriedhopesanddreams : and literally limited reblogs for me and Bloom)

Marcus: how about we speed things up?

Everyone: yea-

Cosmopatty: yeah! Montage! *Snaps fingers*

Everyone: Aaaaahhhhhh!!!! Who are you-

*Everyone was experiencing a montage. They took photos, but they can't remember how.... They kept going and going until the final day of their vacation*

Gabby: whoo! That was fun! That was... That was fast... Do you guys remember anything?...

Everyone: no/not really/ what's going on?

Gregory: okay that bot over there is responsible

Cosmopatty: what? I'm only helping my boss

Dave: wait who's your-

Cosmopatty: buh bye! *Flies back into the bag*

Hiraya: okay... That happened...

Raven: okay, she ruined our fun!

Todd: but at least we got pictures?

Marcus: yeah, and it's our last day, let's just.... Go home...

*Rough Ride was about to drive back. But Cosmopatty just has to intervene and snap their finger again. In an instant, they went back like it was minutes*

Rough Ride: how the- what the fu- damn... I thought we're already off the "eldritch bull####t" hook, damn

Gabby: yeah... What's going on- oh hey, it's my mom's gardening store!

*they were right in front of Evelyn's Gardening store, she was about to close.*

Evelyn: what the... Back so soon?

Gabby: hi mom!

Evelyn: hi sweetie!-

*Gabby stepped out of Rough Ride to give her mom a hug. Box followed behind Gabby. Evelyn had a frown on her face*

Evelyn: oh, your father's gift is... Floating...

Gabby: oh yeah it's a long story...

Box: Eve...

Evelyn: Adam?

Dave: wait your name's not Taurus?

Kabiguan: *sticks his head out* oh! Is that "Mom"?

Evelyn: !!! , A transformer?! Wait ... Mom?...

Gabby: it's also a long story-

Cosmopatty: I hate "long stories", let me help again! *Claps his hands*

Everyone: ...

Hiraya: what did you do?...

Cosmopatty: mmm maybe you should check on the mall... The mall that Dave works at, not the food mall

*Everyone was confused. They don't have much time to explain it to Evelyn. Rough Ride suddenly moved by herself, she wasn't in control. Driving over a safety barrier and several familiar looking vehicles. She drove close to the mall. But something isn't right...

Agents... Lot's of them, surrounding the mall. They hand this odd wire around the mall, like securing it. The human allies quickly hid somewhere, they got closer to listen in any of them. What is going on?*

Agent Wagner: are you sure?

Agent Mordecai: affirmative, look *shows her the energon tracker* see this? This place... Is contaminated with energon...

*Everyone was shocked, there's energon residue?*

Agent Mordecai: ... Alright, men, do it now

*one of the agents flips some switches. A large surge of shock was activated. The wires shake violently. Suddenly, the ground begins to shake.

A large arm emerges out of the mall then another, the whole mall begins to transform, it was a Titan... Everyone's eyes grew wide at his presence. He was in absolute pain, the shock hurt him so much, he tried to stand up but the tough wires kept him down. The agents started to fire at him, this made things even worse. They began to fire missiles at him. He manages to throw one away, but it crashed into Evelyn's Gardening store*

Evelyn: oh no!-

*back at the parking lot*

Gabby: oh boy, I hope that missile didn't hit a civilian...

*the Titan struggles to move, everything hurts*

Marcus: what are we going to do?! This is bad

[berniecranes]

One thing that kind have irked me a little bit is John's views in the game. No, not the fundamentals I disagree with, as that is obvious. But the inconsistencies with what they built up for him. They're minor details, it doesn't really change much, but excuse this ramble I am going into. It's going to be talking about the VW, and some of the tactics used in it, so I want to give a full warning for this.

Also I want to preface this as this is not to defend John. I have been more than adamant on the fact that John is a scary, shitty, C*A Officer regardless of anything else.

As you may know, John makes a passing comment to Lincoln about how LBJ is handling the war. He says "President Johnson is a goddamn pussy. He started that war, he should finish it." which clearly shows John, a. Puts blame on LBJ for pushing the war, obviously being lighter towards Jack's actions earlier on. Whether he is a believer that Jack wouldn't have escalated the war, or he wouldn't have had it get this bad/would have handled it better, that is up for debate. And b. He wants it to end. Which is an obvious, I think assuming him and Lincoln want this war to be over makes sense. But, especially with the idea he was a C*A Officer; because at this time, the C*A and M*litary were not hand in hand allies, as I believe that happened either with N*xon or the 80s, I cannot remember fully right now. They often opposed views. And with this, the C*A believing they "ACTUALLY want to the end the war"; whereas the m*litary wants "glory." Now, I would like to point out, just because John wants the war to end doesn't make him anti-war. As we hear how he feels abt anti-war protesters. Clearly he still believes they should do their """civic duty""" or whatever. Regardless of if you're happy with it or not, or be quiet and go along with it, I guess.

But this really is where my biggest gripe comes in. John says the way to end the war is "filling up the sky with B-52s" AKA, keep bombing V*etnam. This has been the tactic that has been FAILING. LBJ has been critiqued even in his own Party that he needs to stop the bombing & to start negotiations. But the thing with LBJ, he is too stubborn likes to do things his way. And, do you know who opposed continuous bombing? The C*A. While I know clearly not EVERYONE did, but then tell me why....when they established John is unhappy with how things are going, especially with what LBJ is doing.....WHY he would be pro the tactics that ISN'T working? UGH! It just makes no sense to me. And to go on and continue to mock him when he haults the bombings? Like hello?

And no, I do not believe he would want N*xon or whatever because I still do believe he is a democrat. I think his staunch support for Jack should definitely still be noted. He wouldn't go SO hard for a politician he believed in...if he didn't believe in him you know? Remember John is a man of this time, he's an actively present adult. He isn't looking at it 60 yrs later, he's looking at it in the moment. I think it's more than fair to say his frustration of LBJ doesn't show he is suddenly against him or whatever. Because they're just that; frustrations. Especially in the conference, we see how the war fucked with John and how he feels about everything as a whole. But it is true, the handling of the war overshadowed literally EVERYTHING LBJ did. And I'm not saying that is a bad thing, when your screw up (putting that lightly) is a literal mass killing of an entire group of people, that is GONNA be the focus of what you did. Oh, but with the line where John says if Jack was still around N*xon wouldn't be president. I believe that is a rather loaded answer, not as simple as Jack would be elected, because he couldn't have been, it would already be 2nd term. The plan always would have been Bobby would try after Jack, then Teddy. But I think he still holds a lot of his hopes in what the nation could have been with him, and truly feels Am*rica "lost its way" or whatever. But yeah, I think it's clear he still is aligned this way regardless of the many wrong things John does or say.

Like I mentioned, this is by no means me defending him or the C*A, as they were doing terrible shit. As we know the Ph*onix Pr*gram (which to remind you, M3 has John AND Lincoln involved in that for some reason...) exists, and many other things are public about their doings there. I just think this shows how the game lacks to really show anyone's core views or thoughts. Instead of using John as a way to show the many different views, they should have stuck to one and have him do that. Instead, they went with this, something that literally makes NO sense.

Below the cut are all the John lines I mentioned and also a passage or two from the book V*etnam: A History by St*nley K*rnow

Added in alt text so hopefully they're all easier to read, I apologize abt the book pictures, they were taken last year in the middle of me reading so often I just got a quick pic and continued on, aha

[allylikethecat]

“Your last emergency call was you crying over not having any more sweets at your place, so excuse me for being distrustful.” This reminds me of the eye fic when George had to come over in the middle of the night haha. Could still be cute for something else tho

OK SO I know I have an absolute bajillion prompts that are much older than this one in my inbox. This prompt is actually from today. However kind anon, this was my favorite prompt from the Late Night Call Prompts list and I got way too excited about it because you're right, it also reminds ME of the eye infection fic and then it got me thinking... what if Fictional!Matty really was calling for a dumb reason this time lol Anyway I have decided that I'm going to try and keep my prompt fills to around 500 words moving forward so that hopefully I'll actually be able to fill some of these. And because I got excited I filled this one first. Anyway, here it is, it's silly but I enjoyed working on it and I hope you like it too! Thank you so much for the continued support and sending me this prompt request! I hope you had a lovely Tuesday and that you have a great rest of your week!

❤️Ally

“Your last emergency call was you crying over not having any more sweets at your place, so excuse me for being distrustful.”

“Yes Matthew?” George answered on the fourth ring, barely catching the call before it went to voicemail. His voice was thick with sleep and Matty felt a pang of guilt for waking him up but quickly pushed it away. 

“What do you mean, yes Matthew?” Matty asked, crossing his arms over his chest even though he knew that George couldn’t see him. George was thousands of miles away in LA, where it was very much the middle of the night. Meanwhile Matty was stuck in London with a sinus infection, his doctor advising him it was best to sit this one out. He had only been going to LA with George as moral support and to sit on the beach anyway, while he worked on Charli’s new record. “What if it was some kind of emergency? What if I was in the hospital? What if I was dying, George?” 

“I would hope you’d call Ross or Adam then because I am nearly six thousand miles away and thus unable to help you if  you were in the hospital,” said George with a yawn, his voice sounding far away and tinny through Matty’s speaker phone. It made his heart ache, he didn’t want George to be so far away, especially when he was still feeling poorly despite the antibiotics. 

“Well what if it was some other kind of emergency then?” Matty asked, George would be home in a few days, but it still felt like a few days too long. 

“Matthew,” said George, the exasperation obvious in his voice. “Your last emergency call was you crying over not having any more sweets at your place, so excuse me for being distrustful.” 

“Okay first off,” said Matty, “I was extremely stoned and I couldn’t remember how my legs worked to go to the store and get more, so it really was an emergency, if I didn’t have something with chocolate as soon as possible I might have actually died.”

George yawned again, “can we stop talking about you dying?” George asked, “I know you’re a dramatic little fuck but I don’t like the idea of that.” 

Matty huffed, not appreciating being called dramatic or little but also somehow warmed that George didn’t like him joking about his death. 

“Fine,” said Matty, picking at a loose thread on his sweatpants. “How is LA?” 

“Hot and sunny,” said George, “and the middle of the night.” He yawned again. 

“If you don’t want to talk to me that’s fine,” said Matty and George sighed. 

“I do want to talk to you, I always want to talk to you,” said George, wishing Matty would just get to the point, he had clearly called for a reason and was dancing around the topic. “It’s just the middle of the night and I’m tired, so if you could get to the point that would be great.” 

“It’s fine,” said Matty, running his fingers through his hair, suddenly feeling silly, “it’s not that big of a deal, you’re right it’s not an emergency or anything it can wait.” 

“Matthew,” said George, he just wanted to go back to sleep. “You already have me on the line, and it was obviously important to you to call me this late. What’s up?” 

Matty swallowed hard, bracing himself for George’s reaction. “Em, what’s the Netflix password again?” 

Matty sighed as he was met with the dial tone. George had hung up on him. 

[jelliclekay]

Jerrie is a bit miffed on the day Teazer suddenly decides she wants to be a mom.

Having kittens was never something the two discussed outside of Teazer being adamant she had no interest in ever carrying one herself. Something that Jerrie was more than happy to agree with. It’s not like Jerrie doesn’t like kittens, he does. He gets along great with the kittens in the Junkyard, but the idea of having so much responsibility over something so tiny and vulnerable scares him more than he’s willing to admit.

The two are scouring the back allys they’ve explored together for years when Teazer suddenly stops. They are on their way to one of their usual spots to pick up some requested items from the Junkyard. Jerrie raises an eyebrow when he sees his mate turn the opposite direction of the target, hunching herself into a corner of an alley where a pile of trash and other discarded items remain. 

For a second, Jerrie assumes her eyes must have spotted something of value that escaped his notice. He walks over to her, about to ask what it is she found when he hears it.

Tiny mewing. 

Sure enough, hiding in an empty carboard box is a small kitten, his dirty coat being white, brown with bits of orange here and there. Small is an understatement here. Jerrie hasn’t been around many new kittens, but this is certainly the smallest kitten he’s ever laid eyes on. The kitten’s eyes are barely open, its breathing shallow as it lets out another tiny mew at the two larger cats staring at it. Jerrie and Teazer are no strangers to finding abandoned kittens during their adventures, but this one is a particularly sad sight.

Jerrie is about to suggest the two inform Munk when they return to the Junkyard when Teazer does something he would never expect.

She picks the kitten up. 

The poor thing barely puts up a fight, likely having no energy in its clearly malnourished body to try. Jerrie raises an eyebrow at his partner, not liking the clearly enamored look she is giving the tiny bundle of dirty and damp fur in her arms.

He asks her what she thinks she’s doing, and Teazer looks up at him for a second before her attention is drawn back down to the now loudly mewing kitten. 

“Look at him, Jer.” She says, her tone softer than Jerrie has ever heard it before, “He needs help.”

Jerrie can’t argue with that, but he also isn’t liking where this is going. 

“We can tell Munk about him later when we are done with the job we are currently on.” He insists, hoping that turning his back as though he’s leaving will make Teazer follow behind. 

“I can’t leave him, Jer.” She insists back, holding the bundle closer to her chest. The kitten at this point has stopped its mewing and squirming, instead burying its tiny face into Teazer’s fur.

Jerrie blinks at Teazer, unsure what she thinks she is doing here. “Teaz, what are you saying here?” He asks, though unsure if he wants to hear the answer he knows is coming based off the determined, unmoving look on his partner’s face.

“I’m taking him home.” Teazer exclaims confidently, picking up her empty bag and walking past Jerrie towards the direction of the Junkyard.

Jerrie doesn’t know what to say, what to think. Teazer is never one to think before making a decision, something he has always been able to put up with, something he loves about his partner in crime. But the decision has never been as large as impulsively deciding to raise a kitten found on the street. 

He tries to reason with her the entire walk back to the Junkyard, but the protests fall on deaf ears. He isn’t sure if it’s because Teazer just refuses to be reasoned with or if she genuinely isn’t listening as she is still so enthralled by her newfound kitten.

“Look at him, Jer.” Teazer finally speaks, not answering any of Jerrie’s genuine questions about the logistics of her raising a kitten, “He’s so small. And look at his coat, he looks just like my dad.”

“Teazer,” Jerrie pleads one last time, but it’s too late. The two have made it back to the Junkyard, with none of the items they had promised to return with.

The next few hours are a blur for Jerrie. He stands behind Teazer as she shows Munk the new addition to the tribe, arms crossed as Teazer asks Munk if Skimble is around. Luckily enough, Skimble just so happens to be visiting that day. His visits are always eventful, but he’s certainly surprised and ecstatic that a routine visit to see his family is ending with him becoming a Grandfather finally. 

Teazer knows this isn’t something Jerrie ever wanted. It’s why when it came down to her having to come up with the logistics of raising this kitten, Tugger steps up to help raise this kitten with her, becoming the adopted father of Teazer’s new son. Though Jerrie in time learns to accept, love and even assists in raising this kitten when the time comes.

When Skimble finally asks what this new kitten is named, Teazer with all the confidence in the world says “His name is Duncan.”

Skimble is over the moon that Teazer gave his first grandson a name that is Scottish in origin, but Jerrie knows the truth behind the name is because he was found hiding in an empty box of Duncan-Hines cake mix.

[hbcsource]

Helena Bonham Carter’s Harper’s Bazaar UK interview | February 2023

A WOMAN SCORNED Helena Bonham Carter tells Lydia Slater why her latest role, exploring the life of the 1970s soapstar Noele Gordon, feels like restorative justice Those of a certain vintage may remember the ponderous sequence of nine guitar notes that were the signal to cluster around the television for Crossroads. Set in a Midlands motel, the soap was much derided for its flimsy sets, implausible storylines and clunky dialogue; nevertheless, in the mid-Seventies, the series was attracting 15 million viewers, and battling Coronation Street for ratings supremacy. The unquestioned star of the show was Noele Gordon, known to the nation as Nolly, who played the matriarchal, auburn-haired motel owner Meg Richardson (later Mortimer). The role had been created with Gordon in mind, and she remained Crossroads’ most popular character from the show’s launch in 1964 until 1981, when she was suddenly sacked. Her defenestration, and the reasons behind it, are the premise on which Russell T Davies has based his new three-part series, Nolly. ‘One of my very first jobs in TV was a trial script for Crossroads, and I’ve wanted to write the story of behind the scenes on that show for 40 years,’ he said. ‘Russell has always been a real supporter of the underdog,’ says Helena Bonham Carter, who portrays Gordon, complete with coiffure and carefully modulated accent. ‘He thought Nolly was really badly treated, and I think he wanted to give her the send-off and the recognition she deserved.’ Bonham Carter was ‘very aware’ of the soap as a child. ‘It was part of the perma-wallpaper, and I knew all the characters.’ She was immediately drawn to the complexity of the woman in Davies’ screenplay. ‘Nolly was a highly complicated character and a mix of many things – and not an easy mix,’ she says. ‘But I love playing people who are complex.’ Gordon was a child stage star who came from a modest background. She trained at Rada and went on to work both behind and in front of the television camera, becoming Britain’s first female TV executive; she helped Ned Sherrin and Reg Watson launch ATV Midlands in 1956, and was the first woman to interview a British prime minister when Harold Macmillan appeared on her chat show. Steeped in the workings of daytime television, Gordon was unafraid to voice her opinions on how things should be done on Crossroads. ‘She was outspoken, she was herself, she was utterly authentic,’ says Bonham Carter. ‘I think, frankly, she terrified the people who ran the show. And she was punished for that. It’s not new, is it, that women aren’t allowed to have a strong voice?’ Certainly, the first episode presents the ‘Queen of the Midlands’ as a daunting figure, swanning to the studios in mink coat and Rolls-Royce, changing a new character’s accent from Brummie to RP (in the teeth of the producer’s protests), and then playing an on-screen practical joke on the same rookie performer, after she dared to cast doubt on Gordon’s assertions of the programme’s popularity. But the series also shows how Gordon was greatly loved and respected by (most of) the people she worked with – particularly the actor Tony Adams. He played the motel’s suave, moustachioed accountant, Adam Chance, and in reality not only rented a flat from Nolly but was her closest ally – for, having been jilted by her fiancé, she never married or had children. ‘The show gave her a real sense of identity, belonging and purpose,’ says Bonham Carter. ‘She said she had two lives, as Meg Mortimer and Noele Gordon. And whenever she went to a hotel or a restaurant, inevitably they would take her to inspect the kitchen… the line was very smudged.’ As a result, Gordon lost far more than just her job when Charles Denton, the incoming controller of programmes at ATV, informed her agent that ‘all good things must come to an end’, a decision that this series lays squarely at the door of misogyny and ageism. ‘I think Nolly is quite right when she says, “You wouldn’t have sacked me if I’d been a man”,’ says Bonham Carter. ‘Men are allowed to be difficult and dictatorial. It really feels like Greek tragedy – she’s cut off in her prime.’ Gordon refused to take the decision lying down and complained to the press, resulting in national headlines, and sackfuls of irate letters sent to ATV from her devoted fans, while the series shows how producers retaliated by declining to tell Gordon how she would be written out and going to the extent of staging her fake funeral. Bonham Carter herself has never joined a long-running franchise. ‘Even after just two seasons with The Crown, by the end, with the best will in the world, you’re beginning to get a bit automatic – and if you’re faintly bored, it’s time to move on.’ Fortunately, at 56, her own career is as busy and diverse as ever. ‘We might have less collagen, but we’re much more interesting when we’re over 50,’ she says, with a laugh. ‘Life makes you more interesting, you’ve got more depth, the map of the soul is so much bigger if you’ve survived.’ Sadly, Gordon did not. She died of cancer in 1985, just four years after her sacking, while Crossroads itself only limped on until 1988. This charming series, and Bonham Carter’s portrayal, are a worthy tribute to a national treasure, and an overdue acknowledgment of the unjust treatment meted out to her.

[casspurrjoybell-18]

Mutual Desire - Chapter 35b

*Warning - Adult Content*

“Damien, in the next few seconds I want to see you take a seat on this sofa next to me," the Russian ordered, his voice sounding as low as a whisper.

Curiously, Nabokov's gaze remained empty of all emotion, with not a glim of irritation. 

That didn't stop Damien from being annoyed by how Nabokov thought he possessed the right to command him around. 

Damien's jaw tightened and his eyes darkened. 

Right there was the perfect opportunity for him to leave with class and dignity and at the same time show Nabokov that he had no right over him. 

Yet Damien's muscles seemed unable to execute any movement. 

After an eternity of seconds staring at each other and being unable to no longer stand Nabokov s eyes on him, Damien threw the remaining of pride he had left out of the window and at last, sat down on the sofa, still giving himself an acceptable distance between him and Nabokov. 

His muscles seemed to work now, they, who cowardly abandoned him when the opportunities to leave had presented itself and that Damien didn't grasp. 

Damien sat on the sofa like a child in punishment. 

With a hard expression and arms crossed, he stared at the fireplace with an angry look, as if it was the one who forced him to stay and who had blackmailed him. 

Only the sound of fire in the hearth could be heard. 

The icy silence equaled the tension and atmosphere in the room. 

Damien suddenly took a bottle of wine and quickly poured a glass that he swallowed in a shot.

 Alcohol seemed to be his only ally right now.

 It would certainly help him to get through the rest of this evening and go through whatever nonsense Nabokov had in store for him. 

Damien filled his empty glass right after consuming his first one, which he swallowed in one gulp as well. 

He poured a third but took only a sip, remembering he was driving. 

Two whole minutes passed in an oppressive silence, which greatly surprised Damien who expected Nabokov to put an end to it as usual. 

If sitting in complete silence was what Nabokov had planned for the rest of the evening, it didn't bother Damien one bit. 

It was better than a pool game that would result in unwanted kisses. 

Of course, Damien wasn't as naive to go so far as to believe that Nabokov would simply settle for a moment of tranquility in front of a fireplace while sipping a glass of fine wine. 

Of course not. 

The billionaire had this special gift of spoiling everything, either with words chosen conscientiously to make Damien react, or by commanding him like some kind of dog at his mercy. 

And Nabokov confirmed Damien's thoughts when he ended the silence with words that caused a heat to run through Damien's stomach.

“I dreamed of us, you know?" Nabokov vaguely said.

Damien abruptly turned his head towards Nabokov. 

Once again, Nabokov was leaning back and kept his head up, staring at the roof with a thoughtful expression. 

Damien finished his drink and put the empty glass on the table. 

He was seriously considering finishing the bottle of wine now and simply call an Uber afterwards. 

He really didn't like the turn that this conversation seemed to take.

“Of your lips. Of our kisses," the Russian added gently, keeping his head in the same position, as if he was speaking to the roof.

Damien could only scrutinize Nabokov's profile as well as his sharp jaw and Adam's apple well in view. 

The Russian's words were constantly recited in his head. 

Words that Damien himself wasn't certain had actually been uttered. 

Maybe it was his brain that has been unreliable for some time now that was playing tricks on him. 

Perhaps it was the three glasses that were involved. 

It was downright impossible for Nabokov to have projected such words. 

A pure straight man.

“It was the first time I had such a dream about another man," the billionaire continued with this surprised confession, looking elsewhere.

Nabokov turned his head to Damien, the impassibility on his face not matching in any way with the words spoken. 

The two men looked at each other without any embarrassment. 

Suddenly, Damien had the eerie feeling that the space separating him from Nabokov had shrunk. 

His throat burned but he didn't even have the courage to swallow his saliva or take part in any random movement.

“It was an interesting experience," Nabokov murmured, pursuing with this revelation that amazed Damien.

It was with astonishment that Damien lowered his head but raised it immediately afterwards. 

He had been far too naive to believe that Nabokov would no longer invoked the kisses for the rest of the evening. 

Only one question was going through Damien's mind right now. 

Why did Nabokov tell him all this? 

Why make such a confidence?

“Why are you telling me this?" Damien murmured thoughtfully.

Damien didn't want an answer but if he got out of the room without getting it, he knew it would eat him from the inside.

“Because I still want a taste of your lips."

As soon as these words were said, Damien couldn't support Nabokov's intent gaze anymore. 

Damien Clark lowered his eyes quickly, making Alexander Nabokov’s words resonate again and again in his head. 

There were several instances in the evening where Damien needed to leave and now was one. 

Damien comprehended it more than he ever comprehend something in his life. 

He suddenly sensed Nabokov approaching closer to him but he didn't move, although everything in him encouraged him to flee as far as he could away from Nabokov. 

The billionaire turned Damien's head towards him, taking Damien's chin firmly in his hand. 

Their eyes crossed and Damien froze, unable to perform any movement, such as getting up and vacate the room. 

Nabokov drew his face gently towards Damien's, lust filled with emotion in his eyes. 

Damien secretly breathed in Nabokov's cologne, his distraught eyes staring at the man. 

Nabokov's lips threatened Damien's with a kiss. 

Damien knew what would ensue. 

This time he couldn't let Nabokov get his way. 

No more pool game would serve Damien as an excuse, if that potential kiss came to life. 

It had to end before it even started. 

Without even thinking about it, Damien's three fingers in the middle landed on Nabokov's mouth, intentionally causing a barrier between their two mouths.

“No more of that, Alexander," Damien whispered, his three fingers resting on Nabokov's mouth.

Nabokov let go of Damien's chin and delicately removed Damien's hand from his mouth, all without taking his eyes off of him. 

Then he grabbed Damien's chin again and compressed his lips without permission on Damien's. 

He forced his tongue still without any authorization and found Damien's which didn't take time to mix with his. 

Damien answered the kiss, offering the billionaire no resistance. 

The hand that held Damien's chin finally landed on his cheek, giving depth to this forbidden kiss. 

Their tongues fought with passion and voracity. 

The more seconds passed, the more the kiss was a fierce competition to the fireplace, since it was extremely heated. 

Damien put his thoughts on pause to better savor Nabokov's lips on his. 

When Nabokov's hand rested on his waist, 

Damien discerned what the billionaire wanted and he provided it without even thinking twice. 

Damien astride Nabokov slowly and did so without undoing the kiss, their mouths stuck to each other. 

Nabokov's hand was stroking Damien's back while the other was still resting on his cheek. 

Damien didn't take time to also do the same, his hand taking possession of Nabokov's cheek, giving even more intensity to this tongue dance that looked like it wouldn't end anytime soon and would only get fiercer.