#and his silly little shark pose

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I know you want to expound more abt that shark (vul variety) for the unhinged character bingo. plz do

I DIDNT EVEN GET A BINGO. SO I DREW A LIL SHARKY TO MAKE UP FOR IT

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AQUARIUM DATES WITH HIM ⸻ izuku midoriya + katsuki bakugo + shoto todoroki

INCLUDES — gn! reader, fluff, crack, headcannons, drabbles, smau WARNINGS — swearing + the picture for the posts don’t depict your gender/race/outfit or anything like that, just the pose!

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⌗ izuku midoriya 🐢

he is a big aquarium geek!! he WILL get tons of merch from the gift shop…

taking izuku midoriya to the aquarium was like taking a little kid to one. you sigh to yourself as you watch him zip from tank to tank, his face pressing up against the glass panes as he gasps in awe. “y/n look, it’s a jellyfish! apparently this one can..” and there he goes, rambling off about some facts he read about it. you honestly find it cute that he’s fascinated by everything. “izu let’s go check out the turtles!” you say, grabbing his hand as you drag him towards the exhibit. “look at that one!!” he exclaims happily as he points to one particularly large turtle that seemed to be lazily floating near the glass. the day continued on, each exhibit was wonderful but it wasn't until you two passed the gift shop that his enthusiasm reached a fever peak. "wow, look at that!" he exclaimed excitedly. "do you want to go in?" you asked as you giggled at his happiness to which he nods hurriedly. and finally, one whole hour later you two emerge from the shop, his arms piled high with bags. plush dolphins, keychains shaped like jellyfish, and a tiny replica of the aquarium’s most famous fish swayed with each step he took. "i think you didn't get enough stuff" you teased as the tip of his ears went red. ♡

⌗ katsuki bakugo 🦈

he thinks all the fish are ugly and weak (except the sharks).

going to the aquarium with katsuki bakugo was a whole ordeal. first you had to beg him to come and now you have to convince him that this is not a waste of time! "come on kats, at least pretend you like it here!" you say as you pull him along by his arm, resulting in him just grumbling more. "look at this stingray! isn't it so cute?” “that shit looks like it got run over by a fatass truck-” “KATSUKI!” you yell as you slapped your palm over his mouth before he could spill out more profanities. you give a weak apologetic smile to the mother nearby who had her hands clasped over her little daughter’s ears. “there are little kids here kats, watch your mouth.” you warn. “whatever. can we go see the sharks already” he mumbles back as he scans the area for the shark sign. your face breaks out into a soft smile as you giggle. “if you wanted to see the sharks that badly you could’ve just said so!” you exclaim before leading him towards the shark tank. at least he thought that this fish wasn’t a piece of shit. ♡

⌗ shoto todoroki 🦀

he likes the touch tanks.

aquarium dates with shoto todoroki were always quiet and peaceful until he decides to drop a bombshell on you or tell you one of his outrageous theories. you and shoto strolled through the aquarium, fingers interlocked as you two were now standing in front of a tank that held a particular fish with red and white scales. “look sho! this one is red and white, just like your hair!” you say pointing towards it. “do you think this fish also has traumatic family issues-“ “okay shoto that’s enough, let’s go somewhere else” you say hurriedly before taking him to another section of the aquarium. “no way, they have touch tanks!” you exclaim with excitement as you pull him towards the tanks, peering over the glass to look at the small critters. you look over to your side and see shoto, who’s so close to the water that it’s practically touching his face. “you can touch them you know” you say to him as you slowly put both his and your hand in the water, gently caressing the shell of a little red crab. the touch tank had shoto HOOKED and it took you a while to finally get him away from it. ♡ 

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TR Daddys HC : Father and Daughter Dates Ft. Baji, Sanzu, Rindou, Nahoya, Taiju, Hanma, Ran and Hakkai WC: 2600+ Masterlist Resident: @enchantedforest-network TW: TR men being the best daddies to there little princess's

Taiju

A place that he got a bit of peace of mind and it wasn’t church it was the aquarium. No matter the time in the day he loved seeing the different types of fish swimming around. He got to share his enjoyment of the Aquarium with his daughter. Taiju took time out of his schedule to take his daughter out for the day.He asked her where she wanted to go on the father and daughter outing. The first place she said was to the Aquarium. Her eyes gleamed at the large tanks filled with a variety of fishes. Some that were way bigger than her. “Daddy look!” she tugged at his hand bringing him to the large fish tank with a variety of different sharks.  

“I see.” he looked down at his daughter then back at the at tank seeing the large majestic creatures swimming.

His daughter saw some kids running to the touch pool where some of the rays and other sea creatures were. “Daddy can we go over there?!” she pointed  to the crowded area of kids. After agreeing to his daughter's request she snuggled her way into the touch pool, her hands reaching into the water as she was able to touch the ray swimming by. “It's so slimy!” she chuckled as she waited to touch the starfish. 

After going to every touch pool at the aquarium and seeing every exhibit twice, Taiju took his little one to the gift shop where she picked out an item. “Do you need help carrying it?” Taiju took small steps seeing his daughter's arms wrapped around the large shark stuffed animal that was almost as big as her. 

“It’s okay I got it daddy!” His daughter held on tightly to the plushie. It was still taking her sometime to walk since she was still tiny. Taiju decided to pick up his little one while he carried her as she still held onto the plushie. The car was parked pretty far at this rate his daughter was walking, it would have taken a while for them to get to the car. “I gotcha.” Taiju spoke, the sun was beginning to set. “Let me quiz ya which sea creature is green, they can lay eggs on the beach and live to be 100 years old?”

“That’s easy! A sea turtle!” She exclaimed.

During the walk to the car Taiju continued with his talk to his daughter quizzing her on all the sea creatures they saw at the Aquarium.

Hakkai

For the past few weekend’s when he wasn’t busy at a shoot he made time to take his daughter out. One thing he saw his daughter peak interest in was watching him bowl. Hakkai watched his daughter place the bowling ball on the kids ramp. “Alright sweetie you got this.” Hakkai crouches down next to his daughter. “Let's see how many you can knock down this time.” he patted his daughter's head. “You got this.” 

His daughter pushed the bowling ball down the kids ramp. They both watched the ball rolling down the aisle. They both watch as a few pins drop. “ I did it! Dad did you see did you see!?”  she jumped around excitedly.

“You did see I knew you could do it!” Hakkai proudly spoke, giving her a hug. 

“Dad when I get really good I’m going to do the same silly pose like you when you bowl.” she chuckled.

“It's not that silly.” he began scratching the back of his neck. 

His daughter began to imitate the pose she saw throughout the years. When she strikes the pose he closes his eyes, chuckling she was right.. “see dad it made you laugh.”

“Okay you're right but when I do that pose I always get a strike.Why don’t you try it.” Hakkai suggested it to her.

She placed the bowling ball on the ramp once more. When she pushed the ball she automatically did the pose holding it. Hakkai smirked as his daughter held the pose then watched the bowling ball going down the aisle. The pins began to go down one by one till they were all down. “It worked!!!!” “Alright!” picking her up and twirling her around. “I’m proud of you sweetie! 

Nahoya

“Wow.” his daughter was speechless as the ice cream dish was placed in front of her. “I can eat it all?” “Of course, we just can’t let your mom know.” his elbows rested on the table with a grin on his face. He promised his wife no sweets before they both arrived back home. But he couldn’t help but cave in when he saw her looking at the ice cream shop on the way home. It was a bit of a reward for her. “Secret between me and you right kiddo?” holding his pinky out towards her. Her little pinky wrapping around his “secret!” She was already talking about spoonfuls enjoying the mixture of vanilla and chocolate ice cream. “Papa, did  you want some?” she asked as she had a spoonful of the ice towards him. “You know I can’t turn down ice cream now.” he accepted the ice cream spoonful. “Isn’t it yummy?!” happily asking her papa. “Mhmm” he swallowed the ice cream. “That’s really good, it was a good thing we stopped here huh.” “Here, have another bite.” She brought another spoonful to him. He accepted the other bite. “Okay okay enough for me I want you to enjoy it.” “But I want to share it with you, papa!” she pouted slightly.

He was lucky his daughter wasn't bad. He thanked his wife for teaching her manners and sharing with others. She also had her moments at school when she heard her cousin getting picked on, the little Nahoya inside of her and defended her cousin. The reason Nahoya had to pick her up from school today. He was proud of his daughter that she had that spark in her. 

“You made me proud today kiddo. They way you handled a bully for your cousin today you proudly held the Kuwata name up high.” 

“So if I beat up another kid I will get more ice cream?” she asked. “Well depending on the circumstances.” He laughed.

Hanma

“Dad, do you have to be so embarassing?” his daughter ducked her head. “Oh I’m sorry am I embarrassing you my pretty princess?” he raised his brow, smirking. Oh yeah he was embarassing his pre teen daughter. He saw a few kids around her age and they chuckled at the interaction he was having with his daughter.. When did his daughter stop thinking he was cool?  She was in the awkward stage in her life where hanging out with her parents was lame. Hanma from the time she was younger till now always took her to the pier and they would play in the arcade, ride the ferris wheel and the same photo booth would take a photo together.  “Sorry I’m not cool anymore.” “Dad.” She covered her face. 

“Fine, well what do you wanna do then?” Hanma asked his daughter. “You used to like doing all this, now I don't know what you like.”

She still did like doing these things. “I do it just, can you not call me princess...” “Alright if you stop acting all embarrassed to hang out with your old man I will stop calling your princess in public deal?” “Deal.” she nodded. 

The moment they got onto the ferris wheel it was always something his daughter enjoyed as she was able to see everything on the pier. In that moment looking at his daughter he saw her as the little girl who tugged his hand around everywhere, who used to call him daddy or her favorite person in the world. But she was getting older and he didn't like it but he guessed that was a part he had to learn to deal with, letting her be her own person as she got older. His daughter looked over at him and she could see the bit of bum look on his face. “Hey dad.” “Yeah.” he was snapping out of his daze. “I know I don’t say it often like I used to but thank you for taking me out.” His daughter gave him a smile.  Hanma appreciated his daughter's words and made him feel a bit better. After they got off the ferris wheel “Do you wanna take a photo?” She looked over at the old photo booth. “You want to take a picture with me?” he spoke in a chuckling sarcastic tone. “I guess I could spare you sometime.” he gave her a smile as they both walked to the photo booth.

Sanzu

Sanzu’s daughters' tea parties were for exclusive people who lived in their home. He was invited along with the 5 stuffed animals. He sat at the small table and chairs, his knees close to his chest. “Would you care for some tea daddy?” his daughter held the teapot in her hand. “Of course I would love some.” he held the tea cup as she began to pretend to pour the tear in his cup. 

“Be careful it is hot!” she said she began to pretend to pour the other tea cup for her other guest. He watched his daughter pretend to take a sip of her tea “This is good isn’t daddy?” “Oh yeah it’s great.” he pretended to take a sip “It’s the best I ever had.”

“Daddy I have a surprise for you! But you have to close your eyes okay?” she said. “A surprise for me? What is it?” he asked. “She walked up to him she grabbed his hands and then over his eyes “It’s a silly surprise. No peeking!” She ran out of the room. Sanzu heard his little one exiting the room he was unsure of which room she was going into. For a few moments he heard her footsteps coming back into her room. She placed something in front of him. “Okay open them now!” When Sanzu removed his hands from his eyes he could see the familiar box he knew so well. ‘Cozy Corner’ he read on the pastry box. Opening the box to see the strawberry swirl cheesecake. “This is where you and mommy went this morning huh?” “Yup! I told her I wanted this for our tea party!” she gave him a wide grin. ‘Oh hell yea’ he thought to himself. “Lets go dig in this kitchen.”he grabbed the box and began to head towards the kitchen. He sat his daughter on the counter as he served two pieces for him and his daughter.  Both of them began to enjoy the delicious cheesecake. “You sure know how to throw a tea party.” “Mhmm!!” She had her cheeks stuffed with cheesecake. 

Baji

“You can run but you cannot hide.” Baji called out as he hid behind the wall. The room was completely dark there were splatters of glow in the dark paint everywhere. He held his laser gun in his hand. His daughter was very competitive with him. Who would be the one to privilege this victory. Chifuyu and Kazutora were out of the battle; it just came down to him and his daughter.  “Better like you can run but you cannot hide dad.” She shoulders back on the other side of the room crouching down. “Oh yeah well then face me like man coward.” he said taunting her thinking she would come out “I'm a girl!” she shouted. “I know what you're doing Mr. Keisuke.” “Oi that’s dad to you!” he proceeded with caution watching all around him making sure he would get a surprise attack from him. The battle was becoming intense. As the booth crept closer without knowing. Baji's hearing footsteps he turned “there ya are.” he pointed his gun and his daughter dodged out the way. “Dammit”

“Too slow!” she pointed her at him and missed as he moved out the way. Both of them went back and forth with one another until Baji got the final hit. “Who is slow now?” he smirked His daughter squinted her eyes. “You got lucky that's all that was.” She took off the vest. “Next time I will get the last hit.” “Well then I guess I will have to watch my back then,” he ruffled his daughter's hair. “Better yet let's do teams I beat, we can beat anyone on another team.” 

“Hell yeah! Oh I mean yeah that sounds cool.” she tried to play it off. Baji laughed at his laughter trying to cover up and she let a light curse word out. “Easy now I ain't your mom I’ll let it slide every now and then.” 

Ran 

It was a rainy day and they were supposed to go to the park but their plans were canceled. Seeing the bummed look on his little princess face they decided to have their father and daughter date in doors.There was nothing more Ran loved to do than watch his daughter's favorite movies with her. Both of them were in comfortable clothing and a blanket was on her lap. They decided to watch a new movie that was just released. Ran and her saw the previews and were excited to watch it. “You ready?” he smile holding the remote

“Yea!” she had the large bowl of popcorn on her lap.

The more the movie progressed Ran watched his daughter as she didn’t move her eyes were on the tv. The more he watched he noticed there was a touching sad scene in the movie. He saw her eyes slightly watering up, she began to wipe her eye softly sniffling. “That’s so sad daddy.” “You okay princess?” he asked. “She misses her daddy and mommy.” she wiped her eyes again. “What if they don’t find her and she is all by herself forever.” he saw her bottom lip sticking out more. 

It didn’t take Ran long to scoop her up and comfort her. “I know but she will find her mommy and daddy soon.” he was hoping that's how it ended  “no need to cry princess I’m sure she will be happy at the end.” he dried her eyes kissing her temple.He was patting her back trying to soother her but he didn't realize it put her to sleep. As the movie continued Ran was relieved that the movie ended with a happy ending. “See the movie-” Ran looked down to see her asleep. Turning off the t.v. he laid on the couch with his daughter resting on her chest he brought the covers up covering her. He was rubbing her back he let out a content breath he leaned forward kissing the top of her head. He closed his eyes as he took a nap with her.

Rindou

“Daddy you can’t move.” his fingers were widely spreaded on the counter. His daughter was carefully painting his nails. Very bold pink lacquer was coating his nails.

When it came to his little angel he couldn’t not deny any request. This was going to take him forever to get off his nails. “You missed a spot.” He pointed his head in the direction where his daughter missed an area on his nail. “Oh!” She began coating the area. She was humming as she continued to finish the rest of his fingers. The nails were slightly messy but seeing how proud his daughter looked at her work was all worth it. “What do you think daddy?!” she asked him.

“They look great, baby. Now what do I do now?” he asked her. “You have to wait till they dry or they will get messed up! So keep them wide apart.”  she closed up the polish. “Do you think if I ask uncle Ran if he wants his nails done he would?”  “He would if you ask him.” Rindou gave her a small smile. He watched as his daughter walked out of the room and she came back with some of her moms makeup. “What are you doing with mommy's make-up?”

“Imma give you a makeover!” she grabbed the make up brush dipping it into the pink eyeshadow. “Close your eyes daddy.”

Rindou closed his feeling the makeup’s brush being pressed against his eyelid. ‘Anything for my angel.’ He said to himself.

“Daddy you look so pretty!!!” She put the makeup brush down and brought the mirror to his face.

“You dad an amazing job angel.” Giving her a small his face. Even if he looked like a hot mess he did it for her. “Okay my turn to make you look like a princess.” He grabbed a pretty pastel pink nail polish and began to pain her nails.

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Forever home (Ferran Torres x Reader)

**Little backstory. It was a friend’s birthday this week and I wrote this for her, hence why it’s birthday themed, and now she let me post it so you can all, hopefully, enjoy it ❤️❤️**

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It was your love for animals that got you to meet Ferran in the first place, so when he was invited to visit the famous L’Oceanogràfic aquarium during a few days off he could spend in Valencia, he didn’t think twice and invited you to share the experience with him. 

“How does it feel being around your family after so long?”

“What?”, Ferran's confused face was adorable. “I see my family all the time”.

“I meant the sharks. Aren't those your family?”

“Sure. Can you tell how much we look alike?”

He placed his head near where one of the sharks was swimming. It almost felt like it was posing too since it got closer to the glass. 

“I don't know…the sharks are cuter”.

“You’ll always choose the animals over me”.

“But you're my favourite human”.

Taking his hand, you both walked around the place seeing all the animals. But sadly, you couldn't stay there longer. Or in Valencia. 

The next morning, you had to drive back to Barcelona. Lots of people were travelling for the Easter holidays so you knew it'd be a longer trip than usual. You and Ferran were chatting and updating each other on what you're next few days’ schedule looked like.

“And I have to work on Tuesday. Can you believe that?”

“Yeah, so close to the Easter holidays. A lot of people are off work already…clearly”, he answered, looking at all the cars in front of yours.

“I meant…”, you were so thrown off by his comment. “Yeah, it's weird”.

Tuesday was two days before Maundy Thursday, so sure, it was two days before the Easter holidays but…it was also your birthday. Had Ferran forgotten?

“I brought snacks for the trip. Sour Skittles, your faves”.

Ferran's big smile made you forget how hurt you were for a second. “I love them. Thank you. You're so thoughtful”.

“You know…it's what couples do. Remember important things about one another and all that”.

“Speaking of that…”.

Your head turned quickly to look at Ferran, expecting him to mention the birthday. But he just placed something in your hand.

“A chocolate bar?”

“Not just a chocolate bar. It's salted caramel flavoured. I know you've been trying all of them to see if any actually taste like salted caramel. This is from Lindt so it's a good brand. When I saw it, I picked it up for you”.

“So thoughtful of you”, you whispered. 

“I also remember what's important for you”, he winked.

Did he?

“It's good”, you told him after taking a bite. “Wanna try it?”

He nodded and you moved the bar so he could take a bite as well. “It doesn't taste like salted caramel, though”.

“No”, you sighed. “It seems impossible to get that flavour in this country”.

“We'll keep trying”.

Ferran leaned forward to kiss your cheek before driving again. Finally, the cars were moving.

The plan was the usual. You'd eat snacks and chat. Music was on so there'd be some singing going on too. But you just felt so moody seeing your boyfriend had forgotten your birthday. Even if it was a newish relationship, you expected him to remember the day you were born. He always seemed to worry so much about the little details, like the chocolate bars. But now he forgot the big details. Typical.

Life continued and you went back to work while Ferran was busy training and trying to be ready for the next match. 

“You ok?”, asked one of your coworkers.

“Yeah. Just worrying too much about silly things”.

“I'm familiar with that. But I hope you aren't worrying about getting older tomorrow”, she laughed. “Are you doing anything fun for your birthday?”

“I don't think so…”.

“Will you go back to Valencia this weekend to see your family?”

You didn't plan on doing that but maybe it was a good idea. The plan was to stay in Barcelona and go see Ferran play but maybe it was time for a change of plans. At least your parents remembered your birthday. 

Ferran didn't even mention staying with you on Monday night. His birthday hadn't even been a whole month before yours and you made sure you'd be there to wake him up and show him the gifts you got for him. You wanted to be the first person he saw when he woke up on his birthday…but also wanted him to be the first person you saw on yours.

“All my fault for creating these fantasies in my head”, you told yourself when you got into bed. “Always makes it easier to end up being disappointed”.

But you were being too hard on yourself...and on Ferran. Still, he wasn't the first person you saw when you woke up on your birthday. Or not the first animal at least.

“What is…”, the sound of breathing and purring near your face woke you up and when you opened your eyes, you saw the most beautiful little kitten staring at you. “How did you get here?”

“Oh, you're awake. Happy birthday!”, screamed Ferran, holding balloons in his hands and placing them near your bed. “I couldn't wrap your main present. Moves too much”.

He was still laughing when you sat up in bed and stared at the kitten. “He's mine?”

“She. And yes. I went back to the rescue we visited not long ago and they had already found a family for the older cat you loved so much so I looked around and…she was almost calling my name. I knew immediately she'd become your best friend”.

“I…”, you didn't even know what to say. The cat was a black kitten with white paws, like the one you had when you were a kid. But Ferran didn't know that and yet…he found her for you. It had been one of your worst days as a kid when your cat passed and you refused to have another black cat for the longest time, feeling like it’d mean you were trying to substitute your best friend. But now realised it wasn't like that. This was a new friend but you would never forget the previous ones.

“I thought you forgot my birthday”, you confessed while you tried to get the cat to sit on your lap.

“I know. It was a bit mean to do that to you but I didn't want you to find out I had adopted her and ruin the surprise. I picked her up yesterday morning and couldn’t leave her alone at home”.

“I guess I can forgive you. And thank you”.

“Anything for the birthday girl. I'm going back to the car to get all her stuff”.

“Her stuff?”

“Yeah. And you don't have to go to work today, by the way. I sent match tickets to your boss and now you can stay home”.

“Thanks! Your fame is finally useful”.

You took the little kitten in your hands and went to see what Ferran meant by stuff for the kitten. And then you saw him bringing a litter box, a cat tree, food, treats, toys, …

“Did you buy the whole pet store?”

“Ehh…”, he looked around and frowned. “I think I left a couple of toys for other kitties. But our little princess needs all of this”.

“We need to find a name for the princess first”.

“Right. Any ideas?”

“Umm”, you thought. “Has she done anything extra cute that we could use for a nickname?”

“She puked on my bed”.

“Adorable”, you chuckled.

After going back and forth over some names, and checking Google for more ideas, you both decided to name the little kitten Lulu.

Once that was sorted, it was time to play with her. She had so much energy…and Ferran bought so many toys. Lulu would get tired of all of them quickly wanting to try the other ones. 

“This will be your forever home. Are you happy?”, you asked Lulu when she was purring and laying down on your lap after too much playing. 

“I want you to be my forever home too”.

“Are you talking to me or Lulu?”, you joked, trying not to blush too much.

“Both��but mostly to you”.

“We want that too…and then we'll finally turn you into a cat person”.

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Kissing them under the mistletoe

Includes: Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou, Shoto Todoroki, Denki kaminari, Ejiro Kirishima, and Sero Hanta.

Warnings: None! (Just some holiday fluff)

Key: (T:) - Translation 

Izuku: You caught him by surprise! This man’s face flushes into the brightest red, you're pretty sure he was putting Rudolph’s nose to shame right now. His mind was running a mile a minute, trying to process the sweet little peck you gave him. Izuku might be confused but he sure ain’t complaining about it. It all makes sense to him when you point to the mistletoe hanging above. He smiles once he realizes and kisses you one more time. 

Katsuki: He notices the mistletoe before you do. This causes him to curse whoever put it up under his breath and shove his hands deep in his pockets. With a feigned sigh of annoyance, he turns to you and presses a surprisingly soft kiss to your lips. You were left in perfect contentment when he pulled away. A blush dusted his face and the tips of his ears but what stood out was the smirk gracing his lips as he takes in your state of contentment. “Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year extra, that’s the only gift you’ll be getting from me!”

Shoto: ( Let’s start off by saying he didn't understand the concept of kissing under the mistletoe. And to be fair though, he didn't get to experience a typical and happy holiday season.) Clear to say that Shoto is confused but believes it to be a silly yet romantic gesture when you finally explain it to him. Of course since he wasn't used to this tradition, you told him that he “doesn't have to do anything he is not comfortable with.” He surprises you when he gently cups your face with his hands and kisses you. When he pulls back, he shyly asks “like that? Did I do it right?”. By the smile plastered to your lips and the blush making its way on your face, he got his answer quickly. Safe to say that this was defiantly an experience that he would never forget.

Denki: Let’s be honest here, this man probably has mistletoe in his pocket and was just waiting for the right moment to hang it above your head. He’ll defiantly tease you with it, saying “ha, mistletoe! Now... I think I deserve a kiss!” He's a dork but a creative one, gotta give him points on that. You roll your eyes and giggle at his antics before kissing him. You leave him kiss drunk and smiling like a cute idiot.

Ejiro: It’s defiantly safe to say that he had Denki’s help setting up mistletoe around the place like a booby trap, just in hopes of getting the chance to kiss you. Of course once he catches you under a mistletoe he pretends like he didn't set it up. “Wow, would you look at that....Mistletoe! And it just so happens that we are standing under it. Are you gonna kiss me E?” You tease the shark boy. “Hahaha, what a coincidence! Well, it is a Christmas tradition and who am I to go against that. Plus, kissing is manly!” He laughs, striking his signature pose. You shake you head before pulling him in by his shirt, noting that he turned the same colour as his hair. “Guess you're right, who are we to go against tradition” You say near his lips before kissing them.

Sero: He defiantly knew where the mistletoe was hung. Sero by far is the smoothest out of all the guys, gently taking you by the hand and leading you to were there is mistletoe. He is obversely flustered but doesn't show it when he cradles your face and says “puedo besarte y posiblemente más?” (T: Can I kiss you and possibly more?). Even if you don't understand, you nod your head eagerly. His kiss is sweet and leaves you giddy. He flashes you with that signature smile before turning on his heel and walking away like a love sick puppy dog.

Thanks for reading, I hope you all have a wonderful holiday season!!

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The limo in front of them finished releasing it's cargo: a family of lessor Goetia consisting of a pair of blue and red Macaws and their primarily blue offspring. They posed here and there as they made their way up to the front doors. The limo rolled away, leaving room for Asmodeus' limo to roll up.

The limo rolled to a stop. It was their turn to get out.

Lucifer's entire body froze up. Etiquette dictated that he should get out first with Alastor. Not that he cared about etiquette. Etiquette could go screw itself for all he cared. It still dictated he go first.

He really did not want to go first.

He opened his mouth with every intent of telling Asmodeus and Fizzarolli to go first, only to be cut off by a shrill voice screaming: "WE LOVE YOU FIZZAROLLI!"

All eyes inside the limo went to the source of the scream. It was the fan from before, having managed to break free of the barrier that had been erected to allow. Eyes crazed and pants half undone, he rushed the limo, fully intent on throwing himself at it.

Disgusted, Lucifer snapped his fingers, the fan disappearing in a burst of red and gold dust.

A long silence followed, both inside the limo and outside. Fizzarolli gaped, the corners of his lips twitching upward. "Uh, what did you do to him?"

Lucifer blinked, eyes moving uncoordinated of each other. "I dropped him into a volcano."

Somewhere in the Wrath Ring, the little fan was getting a very hot bath. He may or may not survive the experience.

The retired actor of the group gave into the impulse and grinned. "If it wasn't rude, I'd beg you to play body guard."

Lucifer huffed, the mental image absurd. Just image: the king of Hell acting as body guard to an imp. It would be a silly sight.

No more silly than hiding behind his younger sibling, he supposed.

He drew in a deep breathe, held it, then let it out. He reached for the door handle. "Alright, better get this over with."

"Sire, if I may suggest?" Alastor tapped this side of his king's mouth, his own smile picture perfect. "Perhaps a little of that devilish charm might go a long way, in this case."

Lucifer, feeling stressed and spiteful, threw him a smile that was more aggressive than charming over his shoulder as he opened the door. As expected, the moment he cleared the car door, the stunned crowd, understandably not expecting him to show up - forget stepping out of the Sin of Lust's limo - completely lost their minds. Fixing his grin in place, he reached back into the car. "I believe that's our cue, Mr. Radio Demon."

It was like watching the shift change in his radio station. Alastor rose up out of the limo like he regularly showed up in luxury vehicles at high profile venues. Every move was full of lethal and gentlemanly grace. Without missing a beat, he tucked the hand Lucifer had used to lead him out of the limo onto his arm, as if it were perfectly normal for him to have the King of Hell himself on his arm. As he made his way towards the entrance of the manor, one might have thought he had been the one to receive the invitation.

For all that Alastor claimed that he only had a face for radio, he knew how to put on a show for a crowd. As few photos existed of him, the paparazzi could be forgiven for taking a moment to recognize him. But when they did, they went wild all over again.

"Your Majesty! Are you and the Radio Demon having an affair?" One sinner, a shark based one, tried to shove his microphone as far over the barrier as he could.

Another reporter grabbed the collar of her cameraman, nearly choking him as she aimed him in the direction she wanted. "How long has this been going on?"

"Does this mean that the Queen is gone for good?" A small raccoon sinner ducked under the rope barrier, holding onto it as he leaned out to try at a response as they passed.

At least one of them must have been Vox's people, as she threw her hands in front of the lens, shouting, "Stop recording, you idiot! You'll damage the camera!"

Sure enough, everyone who had attempted to either take a photo of Alastor or to film him over the last several moments began to make horrified, dismayed, or angry cries, or some combination of the three as they discovered their cameras were all beginning to ominously smoke.

Lucifer laughed, despite the tension, as they made their way up to the entrance. "Oh, I don't know why I keep forgetting you can do that." He covered his mouth in an attempt to be serious. "The rumors are still going to be messy."

Alastor was surprisingly silent, giving no comment on his opinion on the matter.

An imp, dressed as a butler, met them at the door. He took one look at Lucifer before dropping into a bow. "Your Majesty. May I take your coat?"

Lucifer shook his head. "No, no that won't be necessary." He turned to Alastor. "You want to hang onto yours or ditch it?"

The muscles of Alastor's arm flexed under Lucifer's hand. He appeared to be considering if he could handle seraphim's ongoing touch without his multiple layers. After a pause, he stated, "I'll keep my coat as well, good sir."

Lucifer was tempted to feel insulted. The feeling was banished when the redhead placed his hand over the captive one on his arm and gave it a light squeeze. It reminded him that if Alastor truly didn't want to be touched, he would be more than willing to shake him off, King of Hell or not.

The imp rose out of the bow. "The name of your plus one, your Majesty?"

"Alastor," the blonde offered. Weighed which of the redhead's titles might be more suited for this audience. "The Overlord."

The butler nodded. He led them into the manor and towards an elaborately decorated ballroom. At this door, he announced to the room at large, "Presenting, his Majesty, King Lucifer Morningstar and his plus one, Overlord Alastor."

The guests already in attendance fell into a hush. Everyone stopped what they were doing to either catch a peak at their king, the sinner he had shown up with, or both.

Father, why had he thought bringing Alastor would be less stressful?

A pat to the hand grounded him, subtle enough not to be noticeable from a distance. Alastor wasn't directly watching Lucifer, but was still keeping an eye out for any escalation in his stress levels. It would have felt nice, having that kind of attentive partner, had Lucifer been certain the redhead was doing it because he actually cared about Lucifer's wellbeing.

A tall figure, taller by several feet than Alastor, dressed in silk and velvet and a cloak that reflected the cosmos, approached them. An owl Goetia, whose black top hat was styled with a crown. "Your Majesty." He bowed the exact amount necessary for both their statuses. "We're honored you could attend my daughter's ceremony."

"Stolas!" He could really be no other Goetia. Stolas ushered them from the door to allow the continued flow of guests. "It's been a while!" Nearly eighteen years, in fact. "You look..." Lucifer trailed off.

Goetia were vain and sticklers about their appearances. Never a feather out of place or an errant thread in sight. Stolas, on the other hand, was too frayed around the edges to hide it. He had been a lanky teenager, not quite twenty when Lucifer had met him at the announcement of Octavia's birth. He had seemed tired, but happy to be a new parent.

He looked beyond tired, now. Bags under his eye, thin in a way that suggested a loss of appetite, and soul heavy with a life full of pushing everything down, down, down until it all threatened to explode or implode.

"Um... good?" Lucifer finished, lamely, kicking himself for making it sound like a question.

Stolas didn't appear offended. His pupilless eyes were just as effective mask as Alastor's smile, making him hard to read without paying attention to the other cues. "And you as well, sire." He blinked, once, a slow thing. His head was turned enough to indicate his attention as on the radio host. "Oh my word." In a move that spoke of a life of extreme isolation from people, Stolas leaned down and forward until he was almost in Alastor's personal space, "This is one of those Overlords I've heard so much about?" It was the sort of tone someone took when spotting a lion out on the plains from the safety of their car, not while encountering one up close and personal were it can quite easily sink its claws into them. "I've never seen one so close."

Alastor's ears twitched like they wanted to flatten and his smile took on a malicious edge. Stolas' height forced him to look up at him, something Alastor likely didn't have to do often. "Come now, good fella," he said, not a hint of whatever he was feeling in his voice. "Surely you're not one to judge someone based off their class." With all the grace of a viper going in for the kill, he added, "Not with the company you keep."

Lucifer's lips parted, someone still caught off guard by how audacious this sinner could be. He tensed, ready to interfere if necessary.

It proved to be unnecessary. Stolas' spine straightened, bringing him up to his towering ten feet tall. Everything retreated behind a wall built from a lifetime of locking everything because it was easier to suppress than feel. "Touché."

"Dad?" A smaller figure, closer to Lucifer's height, appeared at Stolas' side. A teenager, an owl-peacock mix Goetia, was dressed in a gown as black as the night sky. Littered throughout the bodice and skirt were numerous constellations made from crystals that twinkled as she moved.

Stolas followed her voice like the moon follows Earth. Where before he looked weary to the bone, he came alive at the sight of her. A deep warmth that spoke of unconditional love colored his voice as he said, "Via, come." He held out his hand and she came with only the slightest pause. "Meet his Majesty. You were only a hatchling when you saw him last."

The teenager, who could only be the star of the ball herself, blinked at Lucifer, her lips twisted mullishly. She clearly wasn't thrilled with being at this party. "Um." She blinked again, and then fell into a curtsy, the movement familiar but not used often. "It's nice to meet you again, your Majesty."

"Stolas, she's lovely," Lucifer responded, honestly and without hesitation. "And she's gotten so big!" Not as big as some of her relatives, but a healthy child was a healthy child.

The pride on Stolas' face as her gazed down at his daughter was impossible to miss. "She's my pride and joy," he said, sincerely. "What is it, my owlette?"

Octavia rolled her eyes as she didn't quite pout, finding the nickname childish. She pointed off towards a door in the back that likely led to the kitchens. "There's an issue with one of the guests. They're demanding to speak with you."

Stolas' eyes narrowed. "And they asked you to deliver the message? Honestly!" He patted his daughter's cheek. Octavia pulled another face, but it was obvious she secretly enjoyed it. Watching the exchange made Lucifer ache for the time his own daughter was this age. That time where children were learning the extent of their independence as they came into adulthood, but still wanted a degree of parental attention. The pain of the missed opportunity was another reminder of how much time had passed and how fast it had gone.

When he'd left, Octavia turned back to Lucifer and Alastor. "Sorry about my dad," she said, addressing Alastor. "He's still learning." She gave them both another nod, before retreating back into the throng of people.

Lucifer watched her go. She had a good head on her shoulders. After she disappeared from view, he began herding Alastor towards the end of the buffet. The sinner must have been curious about the offerings, because he let himself be pushed along. "Do you just know everyone's dirty laundry?" Lucifer grumbled under his breathe, smiling a little too widely as someone paused to watch them a little too intently.

Alastor stared at him, surprised by the question. "Why, of course, your Majesty!" He dug his heels in at a seemingly random spot at the table, bringing them to a stop. He looked to and fro, assessing his chosen spot. "Information is currency, and nothing is more valuable than things people want kept secret."

Alastor stepped behind Lucifer, his hands settling on the monarch's shoulders. Into his ear, the redhead stage whispered, "Take our host, for instance." He directed Lucifer to where Stolas had reappeared from wherever he had disappeared to. "It caused quite the scandal when it came out that he cheated on his wife, and with an imp no less!"

From the door they'd entered through, the butler announced, "Presenting his Highness, Asmodeus and his plus one, Fizzarolli."

The guests broke out into chatter anew, everyone having an opinion on the pair. "And then there's your little brother." He spun Lucifer until they were could easily see the Sin in question. "Fizzarolli was his business partner, before they fell in love and started their romantic entanglement. They tried to keep in on the down low, but no one was surprised when his Highness spilled the beans last month."

Asmodeus and Fizzarolli moved through the crowd, drawing mixed responses from the crowd as they passed. No one was saying anything to their faces, but they weren't trying to hide what they were saying very well either.

The butler appeared again, a little frazzled. "Presenting her Highness, Beelzebub, her plus one, Vortex, and her other plus one, Loona."

If everyone had an opinion on Asmodeus' choice of date, it was nothing compared to the Sin of Gluttony showing up with a pair of hellhounds she was in a polygamous relationship with. The taller, male hellhound was in a sharp black and white tuxedo, while the slightly shorter female was in a blood red sleeveless gown. Beelzebub herself had her arms around both their shoulders while rocking a cotton candy pink cocktail dress.

"Well, that's an interesting development," Alastor murmured. He sounded like this was genuinely news to him.

Lucifer wasn't sure if he wanted to know. "What?"

Alastor nodded to the female, Loona. "She is the adopted daughter of the imp our host is sleeping with."

Lucifer wasn't certain if he was being serious or not. "Really? What is this, some kind of soap opera?"

Alastor snorted. He withdrew from his perch, turning to inspect the offerings laid out on the table. "It certainly seems so, does it not?"

Off to the side, a live band began to play. Various couples made their way to the dance floor. A brave soul was already making his way over to Stolas and Octavia, likely to attempt to ask for a dance. Lucifer grabbed a drink from a server as they passed, silently wishing the kid good luck.

Judging from the sour mood Stolas was in, he was going to need it.

Over the first couple of songs, Lucifer alternated between watching Alastor and the crowd. The sinner weaved up and down the buffet, never straying too far, seemingly interested in the food. Every now and then, he would pause to taste something, an ear twisting around. Lucifer guessed it was to hear whatever gossip was being said near him. He noted when the redhead would linger he would pretend he was grabbing more than one morsel to snack on, but never actually ate anything.

Several of the Goetia pattered around Lucifer, but none approached. As the third song came to an end, Alastor prodded a passing imp. There was too much chatter around Lucifer to hear what he was saying, but the imp nodded and then ran off in the direction of the band.

Lucifer eyed him suspiciously as he made his way back over to him. "Bored already?"

Alastor hummed at him. He held out a hand, reminiscent of that night in his bedroom a couple weeks ago. "Care to dance, your Majesty?"

Lucifer stared out into the crowd. Across the room, the imp Alastor had flagged down grew closer to the band. Each step felt like another grain of sand falling through an hour glass, ticking away the seconds until this moment disappeared into the ether, lost forever.

If he accepted, this would be his first dance in public in nearly twenty years.

It would be the first time he had ever taken his first dance at a formal event with anyone other than Lilith.

The imp reached the band, chattering with them. They nodded at each other, the band fiddling with their instruments as they prepared the song. Lucifer eyed the held out hand out of his peripheral view.

Lilith had already made her choice. Had made it when she walked out the door to the home they had shared for almost ten thousand years. Had made it again when she disappeared somewhere not even her daughter could reach her.

Perhaps it was time for Lucifer to do the same.

He took Alastor's hand.

Alastor's eyes glinted with dark promises, his smile deceptively welcoming as he led them out onto the dance floor. The other attendees drew away, curiously murmuring to themselves as they gave them space until they were surrounded by a large circle of people.

A violin strummed a single note through the ballroom, testing it for accuracy as Alastor brought them both to a stop in the center of the dance floor. He rested his palm against Lucifer's waist, drawing him in closer, but not close enough to touch. "I'm sure his Majesty is good at improvising, no?"

As he wasn't sure where to put his hands, Lucifer left them out at his side. He grinned widely, delighted by the prospect of a partner giving him a challenge. "Do your worst."

A violin began to strum out the first notes. It wasn't a song that Lucifer recognized. Alastor started out with a simple sway in time with the music. Soon, he began to incorporate movement, such as turns and spins into the dance, following in time with the violin. It wasn't anything that Lucifer had ever danced before, although he noticed immediately that Alastor was using subtle pushes and pulls of his hand to indicate where he wanted Lucifer to go and when he planned send the blonde out for a spin.

The onlookers were forced to make a make more room as the circuit of their dance got wider, slowly picking up pace with the music. He could pick up subtle influences from the waltz in the dance, as he was drawn in, hands instinctively going into their proper places. When Alastor began to spin them around, Lucifer leaned back subtlety into the spin, enjoying the feel of a strong arm keeping him from toppling backward with the momentum of the spin.

Alastor sent him out to the left, connected only by a single pair of hands, until their arms extended out as far as they would go. Without missing a step, the redhead drew him back in, sending him off into the other direction, exchanging hands as they went. When Alastor pulled him back in, he spun Lucifer around until they were back to front, right hand holding right hand and Alastor's left sitting on Lucifer's hip.

For a split second, Lucifer was aware again of the people around them, staring at them with wide, judging eyes.

Everyone was watching them.

The sight was lost as Alastor spun them around again, ending with them facing each other in the default position for a waltz. Alastor, perhaps picking up on his distraction, leaned in closer than the dance usually allowed, voice pitched low as he said, "Eyes on me, your Majesty." His hands tightened, a physical reminder that the sinner had him figuratively and literally. "This dance is only for the two of us."

That wasn't true. Alastor wanted everyone to see this. Lucifer's hands gripped Alastor's tighter than necessary. Forced himself to focus only on his partner. He released the breathe he'd been holding in a shaky laugh.

Alastor lead them through another circuit around their stolen space. It repeated much of the same steps and movements of the first part of their dance, picking up speed as they went. Lucifer allowed himself to fall back into it, let his senses focus on the cues Alastor was giving him until there was nothing but the music and and the movement of the dance.

Lucifer let out a breathless laugh as Alastor used the momentum of their spin to pull him in and lift him from the side. The lift was small, more a tentative testing of weight. Now that he knew what to expect, when, several moments later, Alastor's hands went to Lucifer's waist, the king was ready.

The music hit a crescendo as his feet left the ground. Lucifer unfurled his wings, using them to help with the lift. For a moment, he was weightless, held down to the ground only by the hands on his hips. He laughed, a real laugh, exhilarated.

And then he looked down at Alastor.

Alastor stared up at him, eyes alight with something too dark to be called wonder. Alastor was looking at him like he wanted to join him. Like he wanted to tear him down and ground him forever.

Like he wanted to tuck him away in his bayou and never let him leave again.

Red tipped hands tightened around his hips, a warning, and Lucifer allowed himself to be pulled down, wings gently flapping to slow his fall. As he came down, his and Alastor's faces came within inches of each other, so close they were almost sharing a single breathe.

If he had wanted to, he could have leaned forward that mere inch or two and sent them down an entirely different path.

Lucifer's feet touched the ground, his wings disappearing as quickly as they had appeared. Alastor sent him out for one last spin, as if he were trying to regain his distance before he was drawn in too much. Left hand met left hand, both going up and over Lucifer's head as Alastor dipped him, only Alastor's right hand across his body keeping him from falling. Lucifer's own hand came up to catch his hat before it could tumble off his head.

Alastor pulled him back up. Both of them were flushed and breathing harder than the dance warranted as he stepped back and away from Lucifer. As the violin sang out one last note, signifying the end of the song, Alastor startled him by doing something he hadn't done a single day since they'd met.

Alastor leaned forward, one hand crossed over his chest, in to what could only be called a bow, even as every inch of his posture showed no subservience. Even in this, he was defiant.

In that moment, as he stared at the top of the head of the head of this sinner - this sinner who had half driven him mad with frustration, who dared to challenge him where no one else dared, who had waged a campaign to win him over - Lucifer knew he was caught.

Taking his own step back, he lowered the rim of his hat, hiding behind it like he could hide away from this revelation. "Stand up."

"Sire?" He could almost believe Alastor was actually concerned.

The roil of that uncertainty had Lucifer taking another step back. "I need to step away. Don't... don't get into any trouble while I'm gone." Without giving the sinner the chance to respond, he turned and fled.

The manor had been updated over time, expanding as needed. It was far older than every living Goetia combined. Once upon a time, it had been like a second home, when relations had been better. He remembered the layout enough to find a guest bathroom far enough away from the party not to be immediately found, but not close enough to the private residences to be intruding. They wouldn't have kicked him out, but it would have still been awkward.

Lucifer shut the door behind him, heading straight for the tap. The water was only ever able to get barely below room temperature in Hell. He chilled it as it hit his palms, splashing the icy water across his face. Repeated it once, and then twice. Held his palms over his face to hide from his reflection.

What was he doing? Did he really want to peruse a relationship with Alastor? Alastor, who was likely only playing with him for power? Who was certainly going to be furious when he found out the consequences of drinking angelic blood of Lucifer's caliber?

He didn't require utter devotion from his partners. He didn't require them to lay themselves bare before him. He merely wished that they want him for him, because he didn't think he could lay out what was left of his heart and survive having it destroyed all over again.

And that was the ultimate question: could he trust Alastor with his heart?

The honest answer? He didn't know.

Lucifer turned off the tap, grabbing a towel to wipe off his face. He pointedly didn't look in the mirror, unwilling to see what was staring back at him, unable to face it just yet. This wasn't the time nor the place to have a melt down. He could have it when he returned to his rooms, but for now, he needed to hold it together.

The hall outside the bathroom was empty, the noise coming from the ballroom barely audible down the hall. He had every intention of making his way back to the ballroom - to Alastor - when he caught sight of a figure disappearing around a corner. Lucifer might have brushed it off as staff and carried on, had it not been for the distinctive flash of what could only be angelic steel.

Now why was an imp skulking around a party full of Hell's highest royalty with angelic steel?

Keeping light on his feet, Lucifer trailed the figure. The figure moved from room to room, peering into each before moving on to the next. At random, the figure would look over his shoulder, forcing Lucifer to occasionally get creative with hiding spots. Stopping before a seemingly random room, the figure glanced around one last time, and then ducked inside.

Lucifer crept up on the room. A simple thought and he had transformed into mouse, tiny enough to allow him to keep low to the ground where no one would think to look for him. He sniffed at the entrance of the room, picking up on the scent of someone who had spent some serious time in the Wrath Ring. Could it be the figure he had been trailing?

Entering the room, the first thing he noted was the lights were out. The light of what passed for late afternoon/early evening filtered in through windows, whose curtains had been left wide open. Not much by way of furniture littered the room, leaving it mostly bare. It didn't appear to be in use, more of a spare room. The only thing of note about it was the high ceiling, where bare beams crossed from one side of the room to the next. Glancing around, he couldn't think of a single reason the figure would have come into this room.

Unless he knew he was being followed.

Lucifer transformed back into his normal form, rolling out of the way of a boot intent on coming down on top of him. He came up into a crouched position, noting right off the bat that the figure was standing between him and the exit to the room. The new position also gave him his first look at who he'd been tailing.

The figure was indeed an imp, one on the taller side for his species. He was dressed in what looked so stereotypically like a cowboy outfit, it almost looked like a costume, were it not for the fact that the cloth was clearly lived in and his weapons were very real. Sinister yellow eyes nearly glowed in the dimming light of the room, widening slightly as the figure got his own good look at who had been following him.

"Well, I'll be damned," the figure drawled. He flowed into a standing position like water running up a statue, tail whipping around behind him into into a coil. Utter contempt dripped like poison from his tongue as he said, "If it isn't the King himself come down to grace us peasants with his presence."

Lucifer stood up, swiping at his sleeves to dislodge any dust. He shot the imp a winning smile as he quipped back, "Well, Char-Char has been getting on me to get out more." He placed his hands together, one over the other. "So why don't you tell me what's got you sneaking around and I'll see what I can do for you?"

The little cowboy's grin was as contemptuous as his tone. "Hm, pass." He paced his side of the room, edging closer without ever coming into arm's reach. "You royals like to talk like you care, but none of you actually give a rat's ass about us."

Lucifer said nothing, letting him talk. It was obvious this guy had beef with the ruling classes. Let him talk long enough, and he might let something interesting spill.

The cowboy crossed his arms, body language deceptive languid. "And I don't think you'd like what I had to say, anyway."

Lucifer shrugged. "Don't know unless you try."

The cowboy tapped his fingers to one of the holsters at his hips.

The seraphim eyed the gun. It was a beautiful thing, as much a work of art as it was a weapon. The white parts of the barrel glowed, giving away what it was made from. He raised an eyebrow. "Really?" He placed a hand on his hip, using a single finger of his other hand to do a little circle in the air to encompass the entirety of the imp. "You're really going to attempt to fight me?"

The imp had ego, Lucifer would give him that, and confidence in spades. He wrapped his hand around the grip of his gun. "I always wanted to try and kill the unkillable."

Lucifer tilted his neck from side to side, cracking it as he went. Maybe this was what he needed to burn off a little anxious energy. Even with some holy weapons, an imp wasn't much of a match for him, but he might be entertaining. He made a 'come hither' gesture with his left hand. "Then show your king what you're made of, little imp."

The imp struck with the speed of a rattlesnake. His gun was out in the blink of an eye, two shots fired in quick succession.

Lucifer side stepped both. The bullets hit the wall behind him, sending out a spray of dust. He tilted his head to the side. "That all you got?"

The imp grinned. "I'm just getting started."

Lucifer was surprised the imp would dare attempt to get within arms reach, but that's exactly what the cowboy did. He rushed forward with that same deadly speed, a knife as pretty as the guns appearing in his hand. Lucifer side stepped the attempt, grabbing hold of the imps extended arm and tossing him effortlessly towards the wall behind him with enough force to stun, not kill.

The imp twisted like a cat in free fall, hitting the wall feet first. He used the wall to catapult himself back at the seraphim, landing partially on Lucifer' side, partially on his back. The imp's knife flashed as he brought it down towards the the seraphim's back.

Lucifer laughed at the attempt, transforming into a snake. The imp gave off a rattlesnake's warning rattle, hitting the ground as his support suddenly disappear. He was already wrapping a hand around Lucifer's body, tearing him off just as Licifer was about to sink his teeth into the imp's neck. The imp sent him flying off to the side.

Lucifer transformed in mid air, flipping over backwards and using his wings to slow his fall. No sooner than he touched the ground, did he have to duck as a piece of furniture went flying over his head. He caught a glimpse of an actual rope, which was far better than anything he could have hoped for. This imp was seriously committed to the cowboy shtick!

Lucifer let him throw another large piece of furniture at him before the blonde decided it was time to put a little fear of the Devil in this imp. He leaped over the armchair, coming down on the other side. As the armchair was released, he grabbed hold of the rope. The imp pulled the rope tight, tugging it hard against Lucifer's grip.

Lucifer didn't budge and his grip held fast.

The shadow cast by the brim of his hat cast his face into shadow, leaving only Lucifer's grin visible, the sight of it more reptilian than humanoid. The imp swallowed, a single streak of sweat rolling down the side of his face. He was caught between attempting to reclaim his tool or abandon it. Lucifer made the decision for him when hellfire caught between his fingers, taking to the rope like tumbleweed.

The imp released the rope mere seconds before it could touch him. Lucifer let the rope fall, cutting the power to the hellfire and dousing it as effectively as pouring water over a candle. As the fire winked out of existence, nothing remained of the rope, not even ash. Dusting off his hands, Lucifer taunted, "Ready to give up and start behaving?"

The imp retorted with a derisive sneer. He pulled his gun, firing off a shot that sent Lucifer airborne. Feeling like a nuisance, Lucifer didn't just dodge the next bullet, or the one after that, or the one after that. Oh, no.

He started pulling faces and silly poses, all to show off how utterly and completely he wasn't taking the imp seriously. Eyebrow twitching, the imp took a run up the side of one of the walls, twisting around at the height of the run. Using the momentum of the twist, he sent his pretty blade flying at Lucifer.

Rolling his eyes, Lucifer barely put any effort into his dodge. "This is getting sad, you know." He sighed and clicked his tongue. Shaking his head, arms out in a 'what can you do,' pose, he lamented, "And you were showing such promise!"

It turned out the imp had one last trick up his sleeve. Lucifer felt what could only be rope tightening around his ankles a moment before he was being yanked across the room. He barely felt the impact with the wall - the imp didn't have the brute strength necessary to cause him that kind of damage. He did feel his stomach drop as he fell to the floor, his wings suddenly as useful as a penguin's. He twisted so that he came down on his side, his wings safely between his body and the wall.

His pride smarting, he shoved himself up onto his elbow, seeking out the offending object around his ankles. He knew what he was going to find even without seeing it.

"Blessed rope?" He couldn't keep the incredulous lilt out of his voice. Guns, bullets, and knives made sense. Angelic steel could be reforged. None of that explained how an imp got his hands on blessed rope. "Where did you get blessed rope?"

He didn't wait for an answer, contorting in an effort to reach his ankles and free them. To his frustration, the imp yanked on the rope hard enough to keep them out of reach, pulling him across the floor several inches in the process. Lucifer's wings flared as he hissed, not unlike a snake warning an unwary soul that they were about to get bitten.

"Ah, ah," the imp laughed at him, breathless. His eyes were a touch too wide and his smile too full of teeth to be anything like real humor. "Gotta keep some of my secrets." He wrapped the rope around his hands to secure them, eyes darting around the room as he sought out a place to secure it.

The imp's upper hand was paper thin, the rope currently a double edged sword. They were both very well aware of the fact that if seraphim freed himself, the tables would turn.

"Looks like you caught me." Lucifer levered himself up until he was half sitting on his side, held up by one of his arms. The imp tensed, ready to pull on the rope if he went for his ankles again. Lucifer merely waved his free hand at himself, the restraint, and the imp. "What now, cowboy?"

The imp's golden tooth glinted as he pointed up to the ceiling. "Now I'm going to string you up like a pig for the slaughter." He mimicked Lucifer's earlier 'what can you do' pose. "Can't have you interfering."

Lucifer glanced up at the beam in question. It would be undignified, going up, but he would be able to free himself easily enough. Unbothered, he threw the imp a flirty wink. "Kinky, but not my thing."

The imp gave off that distinct rattle, his tail thrashing. His fingers twitched towards his holstered gun.

Curious. He wasn't smiling anymore. Did he not like innuendo? Oh, Lucifer could work with that. "What's the matter, cowboy?" His eyes fell half lidded into his best set of bedroom eyes, tilting his hips to show off the body that had tempted quite a few human's to their damnation. "Got me all trussed up and now you're getting cold feet?"

The imp's eye twitched, his self control hanging on by a thread. "I suppose I shouldn't be surprised," he seethed, "That everyone in this hell hole is a sex crazed maniac when we're being ruled by some two bit whore."

Yup, this was a tetchy one.

The insult rolled harmlessly off Lucifer's shoulders like rain water. He opened his mouth to truly send the imp off the deep end, when the door suddenly burst open.

"Oh my, this is quite the scene."

Lucifer resisted the urge to slap his face. Of course Alastor would show up now.

Whoever the imp was, he was quick witted. Alastor was forced to dodge as the imp decided to shoot first and ask questions later. Lucifer took advantage of the distraction to go for his ankles, only to narrowly miss taking a bullet through the back of his palm as the imp let off a warning shot right at it.

All three parties paused to regroup and reassess. The imp left his gun pointing at Lucifer. "Stay right where you are, Red, or I give our leader a brand new hole to yap out of."

Alastor stood up, tugging his suit back into place. "Hm, please do," he said. Raising his voice to be heard over Lucifer's annoyed protest, he tacked on, "I should point out all it's going to do is annoy him."

Lucifer was hardly mollified by the additional warning. It wouldn't kill him, sure, but it would still hurt!

Realizing that threatening the life of their king was pointless, the imp decided on a different strategy. In an impressive feat of strength Lucifer hadn't thought him capable of, the imp swung around, dragging the seraphim across the floor and sending him flying at the Overlord.

Flightless as he was with the blessed rope locking away his powers, Lucifer's wings were still quite large. They were more than enough to slow down his momentum so that he landed hard on his hands and knees at Alastor's feet rather than colliding with him.

Alastor watched the imp escape through a vent without making a single move to stop him. "Oh dear. It looks like he's escaped."

Unhelpful jerk.

Lucifer grumbled as he was finally able to untangle his ankles. He glared as he found himself in a tug of war for the rope with one of the redhead's shadows. "Nope, you're lucky I let you keep the dagger. You don't get the rope, too." He yanked it out of the shadow's grasp, having to put his back into it.

"Let me, sire?" Alastor leaned over him, the angle having him peering down at him upside down. A shadow wrapped itself around Lucifer's waist, lifting him up and setting him on his feet, back to the sinner. The seraphim's wings puffed up as a claw toyed with one of the feathers. "You don't even have the slightest clue where I hid it."

Lucifer tucked his wings away to keep Alastor from getting any ideas, like ripping a feather out.

The deer demon placed his hand beneath his back, the very picture of a perfect gentleman.

Not for the first time, Lucifer questioned his sanity over his choice of this sinner. He set the thought aside for a more pressing matter: "We should probably tell someone about that imp fella." He walked past Alastor to the door, without looking to see if the redhead would follow. "He's here for someone at this party." Normally, Lucifer could have cared less about assassination plots, but this little brat had irritated him.

He paused several feet down the hall, pivoting suddenly. He nearly ran into Alastor's chest, the sinner not having expected him to stop and not having stopping himself. The blonde poked him, lightly, in the center of his chest. "How did you even find me, anyway?"

Alastor took hold of his elbows, gently but firmly forcing him to take a step back. He pointed a single finger down at their feet, his expression bemused. "Haven't you noticed something odd with your shadow, your Majesty?"

Lucifer had not, in fact, noticed anything odd with his shadow. He followed the direction the finger was pointing, finding himself staring at what looked like nothing more than his shadow at first glance.

His shadow, which proceeded to wave at him completely independent of him doing anything.

"You had your shadow follow me?" He stomped his foot - lightly - over the face of the thing, causing the shadow to detach from him. It returned to it's master's form, shaking a fist at him and frowning dramatically.

Alastor reached out, running a finger under Lucifer's chin, imploring him to look up at him. There was nothing like mocking on his face as he stated, simply, "You looked distressed. I promised to look at for you."

Lucifer felt the soft rush of heat to his cheeks. He ducked his head low, hiding his expression - futile as it was at this point - and about faced. "And who's fault is that? All that bowing nonsense!" He resumed his marching down the hall back to the ballroom. "It doesn't suit you."

Alastor didn't respond. His amusement was nearly audible anyway.

They found their way back to the ballroom without further incident. Stolas wasn't hard to find. He was hovering off to the side, watching as his daughter danced with the female hellhound who had come with Beelzebub. He took one look at the blessed rope hanging from Lucifer's hand and was instantly on alert. "Your Majesty?"

The little king gestured for their host to follow him. He led the owl Goetia out of the room, Alastor keeping a leisurely pace at Lucifer's side. When the blonde was certain it was less likely they would be overheard, he held out the rope. "You have an uninvited guest. Likes weaponry of the angelic kind."

Stolas peered down at the rope. He tilted his head to the side. "Was this assassin by any chance a sexy little imp dressed like a cowboy?"

Lucifer blinked at him, blankly. Sexy? Had the imp been sexy? He squinted as he considered it. "I... guess?"

Stolas sighed, taking the rope. "Striker is a very... persistent foe." He tucked the rope away in the folds of his cloak. "My wife hired him to kill me." He bowed his head. "I apologize his Majesty was caught up in all of this."

Lucifer winced. Stolas' wife hired an assassin to kill him? He looked to Alastor, who didn't appear surprised by this revelation. Was this why he was surprised over Stolas and his wife throwing any public event together? Awkwardly, he turned back to Stolas. Asked, "Uh... Do you need any help...?"

The Goetia prince shook his head, waving away the offer. Before their eyes, he seemed to age another ten years. "Do not worry yourself, sire. I have dealt with him before. I will deal with him again." He waved a hellhound serving as bodyguard for the event, leaning down until he was near the hound's level. "Mount a search for the intruder. Keep it quiet. We mustn't disturb the guests."

The hound saluted. He scurried off, barking out orders as he passed his fellow guards. Soon a small army was amassed, spreading out to search the premises.

"I will join them in the search." Stolas returned his attention to the other two. "Would his Majesty and his guest like to return to the party?"

Lucifer considered. Did he want to return to the ceremony? To the crowd of vultures? To his siblings and their partners? He tilted his head to the side, looking to his own partner for the night. "Alastor?"

The radio host's eyes cleared, as if he were tuning back into the present. His smile turned indulgent. "I would of course be willing to follow whatever his Majesty is willing to do."

Lucifer narrowed his eyes at him, knowing what he was doing.

Alastor merely stared back, willing to wait him out.

Lucifer considered extending the evening with this sinner at his side. This sinner he might have been developing some level of affection for, even as he was tempted to strangle him on a daily basis.

"You know what? The night is still young! It's been a while since I enjoyed it." He reached out, telegraphing his intention. The redhead didn't move away, allowing him to take his hand. The blonde monarch tugged him towards the ballroom, calling over to Stolas as they went. "Offer is still open if you need help."

Stolas made a hum of acknowledgement, letting them go.

Without looking back, Lucifer led Alastor back into the ballroom, head held high. His mind was still on the fence on how he felt about this sinner, but he felt a little more like he might be able to face it whichever way things fell.

tbc

Part 17

[apfel07]

So heres a first report of the Gothenburg concert (16.03.2024)

Putting it under a cut cause it's kinda long

I met the nicest people ever (one of them I even knew from Vienna omg) and I got a bunch of gifts and made some friends. If I tried to tag everyone I met I would definitely forget a few people, so I think you know who you are 

Jan just casually walked by with his silly headphones and everyone was very respectful and then I got to give him my calculator and he signed it (my calculator has a picture of him I drew and it says “Jan Peteh is proud of you” and he said he confirms that statement)

Someone else asked him how he does his hair and he kinda just said: “I don’t really brush it”

Again, I talked to the NICEST people

Had some issues with the no bag rule, but it worked out

Got a very nice spot in about 4th row on Kris side

They played ASTP and ngvot for soundcheck and then Bojan left and all the others played a part of Everybody’s Waiting

The first opener was sooo good, they were such a nice person and the songs were so good! They also played a swedish cover of Carpe Diem and when everyone did the Ah Ah and the tagatagatagatata they were so happy it was adorable

The second opener was also very good, I just missed a lot of it because I got a really bad stomach ache

I loved all their outfits, but Kris sweater was especially slay, it had really cool lace sleeves and I also looved Jure’s outfit

Tokio was so fucking good. Bojan started singing it on my side and he basically sung at me and when he got a tiara he immediately put it on Kris

Okay the songs will be out of order I’m too tired to do them in order

After Demoni, Bojan asked if we let all our demons out and then he specifically said: “Nacko did you let all your demons out?” and when Nace said yes, Bojan grabbed a Shark hat, said Nace deserves it, then put it on him. Then he said that Nace looked gorgeous and Nace said “Do I?” and they giggled and it was the cutest thing ever holy

One girl had a sign saying she made a choreography for Umazane Misli and so Bojan let her go on stage so we could all see her and her choreography was so so cool

During Umazane Misli, when Bojan did the karaoke (which was so cool by the way, so many people sang in swedish and other languages, I loved it) Vita filmed Jan and Nace on stage and they really posed for the camera, giggling and playing each others instruments. Then they proceeded to shuffle around synchronized and then Kris joined in.

Bojan’s swedish pronunciation is… interesting, he tried so hard to pronounce Göteborg but failed repeatedly even after people told him how

There were a lot more little BoNace moments, I loved it so much

There are definitely so many more things that happened, but I am too tired to think of them right now, I might update this tomorrow.

But yeah this concert was so fucking amazing, I will never get over it.

[abysswalkersknight]

This one is probably my oldest twst WIP. Pretty much I wanted to try my hand at a darker Silver while still keeping to his normal personality, that and my sibling wanted me to try something with Octavinelle and this clip. And just a warning... this was not edited.

Enjoy!

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‘Place all of your valuables in here, please.’

‘Wh-what?!’

Posed elegantly behind his polished desk, Azul rubs the space between his eyes with an irritable sigh, praying to the sea witch for even an ounce of patience. What was he thinking, having the silver haired Diasomnian do this to repay his debt, I should have just had him work in the lounge like everyone else.

Alas the fault lies with him, after advising the second year during halloween Azul was ecstatic at having a student from the infamous Diasomnia indebted to him, oh all the tantalising trade negotiations and contracts he could have wormed its inhabitants into! And having thought that a guard of the Malleus Draconia would naturally prove to be a formidable bouncer, perhaps someone who could even match with Floyd when Jade isn’t around, but instead all Azul got was this overly nice, air-headed fool who hadn’t the slightest sense of intimidation at all! Perhaps I struck too low with this one, I may need to raise the stakes to get into a contract with The Draconia prince. 

Incidentally, Silver waited patiently and held out the bag that Jade had so graciously given him towards the confounded fool who thought he could run from his debts. 

Usually it would be Azul who’d personally settle the score with his clients, but in his greediness he foolishly gave the task to Silver to test out the human’s capabilities, which were currently lacking at best. At least he still had Jade around to keep a close eye on things while Azul was forced to watch miserably from the side.

The Diasomnian’s warm auroral gaze peered earnestly into the anxious student’s eyes ‘Since you have failed to repay what you owed in money it is only right that you must pay with something of equal value’ Silver says matter of factly, shaking the bag for emphasis ‘though preferably with whatever valuables you already have on your person or whatever goes in Octavinelle.’ The student stares at him with a tense uncertainty, unsure of what to make of this new “employee” of Azul’s, normally the silver haired beauty was found at Malleus Draconia’s side or walking the hallways with Diasomnia’s vice housewarden, he was certainly less… intimidating than the Leech twins. Speaking of, a little aways from them, Floyd listlessly peels himself from the luminescent aquarium wall which appeared to be slowly crowding with schools of brightly coloured fish and mosied over to drape himself dramatically backwards on the sofa, right next to an unfazed Silver’s head, and lightly flicked the human on the side of his head with a huge voracious grin plastered on his face ‘Ha ha, silly Jellyfish, you're doing it all wrong you have ta’ scare ‘em more’ he cheerfully trills. Then, still upside down, he stares directly at the fidgety student with those piercing mismatched eyes ‘isn’t that right, little fishie?’ the Leech asked, the dull blue light from the aquarium illuminated those razor sharp teeth which grinned at them. When the student suddenly stutters and stammers and doesn’t answer, that shark-like grin fell into something far more vicious, similar to Silver’s wolf friends as they stalk their prey. ‘I asked you a question, fishie’ Floyd growled, fingers twitching.

The student yelped fearfully and nodded so fast Silver worried that they might have hurt their neck. And like a switch being flipped, Floyd instantly returned to his usual lazy grin ‘see? Just like that, now you try Jellyfish,’ he tells Silver with a surprisingly soft slap to his arm. ‘Hmm, well I suppose I could try as my father has said to use similar methods in negotiations’ Silver murmured aimlessly, though hesitation was written all over his features, did he say they were for negotiations or interrogations? Malleus says there's hardly a difference but…

Next to the table Jade gracefully stood from Silver’s right, smiling to himself as he chuckled gleefully ‘why yes Silver, your father certainly sounds like a wise man and if I may contribute. If you see there are no forms of immediate payment, be sure to negotiate other options that may be paid forthwith, in these circumstances it doesn’t matter how arduous your terms may be,’ the elder twin advised, sparing the quivering student an amused glance ‘as per the contract says of course, we are on a timeframe after all.’

Still at his desk, Azul resisted the urge to bury his face in his hands and groan in misery like some uncouth moron. This was utterly ridiculous, how could he have ever thought that entertaining a proposal from those damn eels was a good idea! Those sadistic slimy pool noodles relish in seeing him suffer!

Of all the things Azul could have forgotten it just had to be the twins' odd infatuation with the silver haired human, it was near insulting how the twins were as reeled in by the second year’s knightley charms as the wildlife were (namely those pesky aquarium fish), Silver practically had them wrapped around his pretty little finger! 

To be honest that wasn’t the most comforting thought as Azul remembers how Jade and Floyd sometimes stumble upon their fellow second year whenever they ‘find’ him dozing around campus and think it would be a brilliant idea to snatch him up and drag him back to the Mostro Lounge whenever they pleased (really Azul never had the energy to ask why they preferred to shove the sleeping diasomnian into a giant potato sack and over their shoulders). It always drove the housewarden into near cardiac arrest whenever he’d hear the twins snarling at each other the moment they barge through the Lounge’s mirror, bearing needle like teeth at each other as they all but brawled for the bag, ignorant of their delicate cargo inside which pierced adrenaline through the suave Housewarden’s chest every time a tuft of silver hair so much as peeked out of the bag’s edge, it was just as if the three of them were still living beneath the coral sea and either twin didn’t want to share a certain snack or toy. While the two grappled, it was up to Azul to make sure that not a scratch was left on the human who slumbered peacefully throughout the whole ordeal, not out of any misguided affection mind you, but because that wretched Diasomnia has made it abundantly clear of what their housewardens will do should anything happen to this particular student of theirs, the dealer felt a shiver fall down his spine as he recalled back in his first year the last incident where some foolish Octavinelle students thought to rope Silver into a particularly nasty deal. He could still smell the acrid scent of burnt clothing and hair from that day.

Suddenly, Azul was pulled from his musings as the very air around them felt as if it fell by several degrees. Turning back to the group he raised an eyebrow as the silver guard now read from a small stack of papers Jade must have just given him, judging from the faint signature and beautifully yellowed paper, Azul recognised it as being the client’s contract. Silver leaned back on the sofa, one leg languidly crossed over the other while his head rested against his free hand. The human’s expression remained eerily impassive as he skimmed the contracts elegant handwriting, not a single muscle shifted other than a raised eyebrow ‘hmm, how terrible to have run into such misfortune, well then, first order of business I must commend the effort you have pulled together to avoid this meeting’ Silver hummed after a moment of heavily tense silence. The second year’s lips twitched at the corners upon seeing the client’s seat being the only thing keeping their trembling knees from buckling when those wicked, gleaming eyes fell down upon them ‘though unfortunately now we must abide by the contract, by any means necessary or so I’ve been told’ Little by little in the dim blue lighting of Octavinelle, something cold and piercing slowly began to devour and fill that warm knightley gaze, as if one had melted all the light in the room until nothing but darkness remained. For a moment Azul had to blink and fix his glasses, he was not expecting that. Was it something all of Diasomnia could do? He had to find out, this could be a golden opportunity to finally profit off those damnable drama queens! The brightness had fled the lounge, even the twins had ceased in their awful teasing and only watched the proceedings with hungry eyes.  

‘Thus I must repeat myself; put all your valuables in the bag.’  No protests were made this time as sorry little trinkets and whatnots were haphazardly tossed into the bag. Silver gave it the most unimpressed frown he could manage as the bag jingled mid air, even the sound of its contents were deplorable ‘hmm, I’ve seen better’ he murmured dryly ‘and this is everything?’ another meek nod, pathetic really, even the lowest of palace servants had better offerings ‘what about that watch? That seems very valuable, gold I believe it is, and not the fake kind’ after all Lord Malleus made certain that his guards knew the difference between a fake and the real thing. The client’s hand swiftly clamped over that alluring shine ‘I-I-I can’t, it belonged to my grandpa!’ they whimpered, shrinking even further as Silver was unmoved, he tilted his chin up slightly and glanced down at them ‘that is none of my concern now, is it? You should have thought better than to fall so whimsically into a deal then’ he sighed touching his fingers to his forehead ‘though again, you were one of those foolish three hundred students who thought they could gamble their way through finals so perhaps logic is beyond you. Nevertheless I believe there can be a way we could work around this predicament’ Silver then leaned forward, hands clasped between his knees.

‘If you refuse to offer up the watch, you may offer your memories of it instead’

‘What?’

Grinning peculiarly, somehow the silver human’s very presence suddenly enveloped the whole room, the very air became frigidly cold, Azul was no longer there behind his desk with his greedy, expanding grin, ecstatic at the second year’s regal performance. The twins weren’t caging them in from the sides anymore, figuratively licking their teeth at the prospect of playing with a new toy. 

‘Allow me to explain; instead of giving up your precious watch which you say was given to you by your grandfather, I will be gracious enough to allow you to give all your memories of it in its place. Every memory which makes it special to you, that should make a fair exchange.’

Either way you will part with the watch, went unsaid but was clear in their minds, even if the client gave their memories it will turn the watch into that, an ordinary watch with no personal value. And the client somehow figured this out.

‘That’s not fair, it’s just the same result with different methods!’ they yelled all of a sudden, putting on a show of bravery, but that's all it was, a show. 

‘It's not fair?’ The expression on Silver’s face shifted, locking everyone, including Azul and the twins in place. It was an expression that demanded naught less than fear, submission and perhaps even worship. It was a look that told the weak to bow until their heads grazed the dirt, eerily similar to a certain housewarden. ‘You do understand that you are to serve Octavinelle until your graduation, right? And you wanted to modify your terms of the contracts so we must find something of equal exchange. What you have offered is miniscule to what is required and your only saving grace is the value of that watch or your memories, I’m just giving you the less painful option, so make your choice now’ 

The Octavinelle housewarden was ecstatic. Maybe he needn’t look for another potential pawn in Diasomnia after all…

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‘After a little more persuasion they finally handed it over and we concluded negotiations’ Silver recounted, shivering in his seat ‘ugh, I’ve never felt so cold blooded before, it felt awful’ across from him, the small fae crooned sympathetically then chuckled with the soft clink of a teacup settling on its saucer ‘oh my dear boy, if it's any consolation I believed you did wonderfully despite your disapproval, truly Malleus has taught you well.’ Lilia jumped in surprise as brightly green thunder suddenly clapped and flashed around the Diasomnia dorm

‘Almost a little too well if you ask me, what in twisted wonderland could have gotten that boy in a tizzy?’

Silver looked out the window a little sheepishly ‘ah, I suppose that’s on me, apparently after negotiations Azul wanted me to work for him full time but I politely declined as it collided with my duties toward Lord Malleus’ he spied a little glint of glass hidden within the bushes ‘and it seems they are still in pursuit to recruit me’ Lilia chuckled good heartedly while covering Silver’s eyes as a flash of lighting hit the bushes directly. Maniacal laughing followed as both Floyd and Jade leapt out with little bits of smouldering ash burning in their hair ‘my they sure are persistent,’

‘Fools! Idiots! You dare try to claim what is already mine, I shall burn you to cinders!’ 

[conchiferrous]

character ask game, franky for 1 2 3

yayyy ^_^

1. Why do you like or dislike this character? literally just too many character traits i like rolled into one. he's a deranged man in a hawaiin shirt + sunglasses and also a cyborg and also an engineer who builds silly little things (the sunny and the uh . bonus stuff like sub shark and bracchio tank they look like toys . they all look like toys) . and i don't think it comes up anymore sadly but it was funny how when he was introduced initially he had all these attacks and functions that came up like twice at most and never again . there's a gag in Enies where he takes off his sideburns and uses them like shirukens and they immediately grow back and i don't think that ever happened ever again . he has insaaane visual gag potential, smiles

2. Favorite canon thing about this character? hard to choose . as a blanket answer i like how he's written a lot in water 7 . i like how he fits the role of a silly villain and makes dramatic poses next to his 2 bikini clad babes and everyone in town haates his ass they throw cans at him. i like how like he's the designated character to tell both usopp and robin please don't kill yourself that's weird <3 there's probably a more beautiful way to articulate his emotional support role but whatever LOL . i like how he had plenty of reason to still distrust or dislike robin but understood completely that she was being manipulated and forgave her for trying to kill iceberg twice + really funny how robin and franky are like . almost like prophecized enemies or whatever and franky doesn't care about any of that

3. Least favorite canon thing about this character? i think franky's kind of this unfortunate character in the sense that he joined the crew right around the time one piece started becoming less about the straw hats and more about the world building as well as the stakes becoming much higher on account of all the picking a fight with the world government at this point . where i'm going with this is it feels like franky didn't really get to have all these extra scenes where he gets to just hang out with the rest of the crew during downtime because OP isn't as focused on that anymore . i guess that's more of a gripe with how one piece has changed tone and focus over time than franky himself but his relationships with the other crew members feel a bit . underdeveloped compared to other characters' if that makes sense

[paladin-of-nerd-fandom65]

Glad you like it lol

1: I know you said in a much earlier post that Jake develop his powers from fending off a bully but what did he do to the bully? (Unless you already answer this & im blind lol ) did he threw the bully, punch the side of a wall or locker and it cracked, accidentally shot a starbolt burning the bully, etc…

2: how did mar’i develop her powers?

3: what type of crime does the duo face on most days? I can see thieves & gangs of bullies being the main bad guys.

4: how often does the duo fight crimes? Everyday, once or twice a week?

5: what’s their phone Lock Screen & Home Screen background?

6: I know gross out humor ain’t their thing but does the duo use their butt as a weapon? like a flying hip attack, like kitana from mortal kombat or R. Mika from street fighter five. For humor: I can see either of the duo, most likely Jake, squatting over a goons face & striking two piece signs while making a silly face while Chris takes a picture XD

1) Based on this post by the ever excellent @/dar draws, Jake accidentally fired a starbolt at that bully, sending flying into a wall. Thankfully said bully at most some bruises and his shirt burnt off but not so thankfully Jake was distraught as he had no experience in doing that but moreso out of rightful fear of legit hurting someone with his powers kicking in so suddenly. The bully was the one suspended for invoking the situation in the first place while Jake had a lengthy conversation with his parents and sister afterwards over what they can do about this turn of events. Jake had to take at least two days off school before coming back with some light power dampers at his insistence so he can blend in better.

2) Mar’i in contrast to her brother develops her powers pretty much at birth due to her Tamaranean DNA being stronger than her human half. Upon a mere few minutes after first coming outside Kory’s womb, Mar’i was so joyful upon first ever seeing her parents, she began lightly floating in the air before Kory gently had her back in her arms. From there over the course of next two years, more of her powers began flowing in. For instance, Mar’i fired her first starbolt at two months, exhibited super strength at four months, and began to have some enhanced senses of smell and taste by the time she’s one year old. By the time Jake was born, Mar’i pretty much developed the near full power set

3) Chris and Jake, when not facing against legit supervillains, full blown alien invasions or psychopathic rouges including Zsasz, often find themselves taking down more petty criminals and gangsters within both Bludhaven and the slums of Metropolis. They also contend with corrupt business owners, predatory loan sharks, and even guiding drivers to safely traverse insufficient and dangerous roads until said roads are cleared for much needed renovations. Most interestingly, a lot of their patrols and capers take place within the neighborhoods and boroughs of both cities which have notable alien and other dimensional sentient populations, for instance ‘Little Tamaran’ back at Bludhaven.

4) Usually about four days out of the week during school quarters and just about six out of seven days of the week during summer vacation, spring break and winter vacation. On the days when they don’t patrol, it’s spent either catching on catching to whatever homework they would’ve missed before or likely spending time with their respective families.

5) Chris

- Lock Screen: A Superman Logo

- Home Screen: A Family Picture fearing Martha, Pa, Clark, Lois, Kara, Conner, Jon and himself during the Smallville County Fair when he was nine years old.

Jake

- Lock Screen: A Classic Flying Graysons Poster, much like one of the few hanging on the walls back home

- Home Screen: A Selfie of Chris and Himself during a break on patrol together

6) Okay now that seems a lot more plausible for the two of them to such poses for photos during particularly easier nights on patrols or even more commonly after taking down a rampaging big monster. You can expect that happening to Cinderblock quite a often after he’s taken down. The fact he sees that very often when looking up his files only furthers his drive to challenge the Duo

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Hmmm…..I say for the first part (of Question #6), maybe they do those moves if they feel especially energetic and excited during a supervillain battle @gothicghost2000

[vote-gaara]

I hope you will feel better

So, here

I love the way Gaara holds the umbrella while doing poetry back in the chuunin exam. I don't know if he's still doing that now.. I know umbrella is pretty useless in Suna, but his pose (hhhh)

Also, the way he's like "No suffering.. " because it was too quick to the point the enemy didn't have time to experience the pain

...

Suddenly reminds me of his childhood. Like- the pain was too much to bear, he wished it just ends quickly??

The point is.. Gaara holding the umbrella with grace and I wish to see him holding umbrella more often. (As well with the poetry please do not stop)

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This. I like this. Thank you for sending it to me!

Bit of a fun fact: When I first read Naruto, Kakashi was my favorite character...But this scene right here was a game changer.

Now I know - I KNOW - that it's probably a little weird to immediately love a character for um...brutally killing someone, but it was because of how Kishimoto depicted Gaara in this scene that really changed my view of him.

In the beginning you know that Gaara is this shark among fish as other characters see him: his siblings are visibly terrified of him, Sasuke (who we know is "a big deal") is curious about him, and you have elite ninja praising him for his coolness and talent. Even as the reader, you notice that he's this kinda creepy dude that seems to be miles ahead of everyone else and you begin to suspect that there's something more to him.

Well then this scene comes around and you realize that oh, actually he's just a straight up unhinged murderer and that's why everyone he rolled up to the party with is scared of him, and uh oh! He's also leagues ahead of everyone in terms of skill so what happens if he acts out??? Who will stop him????!!

And that's when you realize that Gaara is actually the very next villain in the series so you begin strapping in for what that means for Naruto and his friends.

Now generally, as a fan, I'm not a villain lover. I more so drift towards listless, "morally ambiguous until they find peace" types rather than flat out "watch the world burn" types. And you can call it intuition, but I remember reading this scene all those years ago and thinking to myself:

"Oh my god. He's just misunderstood."

Which - again - is a really funny thing to think when a character has literally just showered in the blood of someone he murdered, but we all wouldn't be here today if it weren't for that really silly thought.

I think the thing that got me wasn't really the poetry (in fact I found that kinda cringy at the time), but the fact that Gaara referenced there not being any pain as he ensured there wouldn't be any.

It made me feel curious about Gaara because he's clearly demonstrating a form of empathy here to prevent his victims from feeling pain upon death, which becomes even more meaningful when you learn he's never experienced pain before, which then becomes even MORE meaningful when you realize the only pain he has experienced is the emotional kind.

To me it felt strange that someone as scary as Gaara would even care about something like that. I mean, if he were truly a villain, why not just brutally injure the person and leave them to die from the elements? Why ensure no suffering? No pain?

What would the purpose of that be if not to have a small sliver of goodness in the outwards villainy depicted?

Even more evidence was present when Gaara continued to extend more patients to his teammates - who we then learned were his siblings - rather than killing them like he threatened over and over and over. It meant that somewhere beneath that hatred and longing to kill was someone who had control - albeit spotty at times - and lived by a set of morals in which perhaps even he knew.

Why was his purpose to inflict no pain?

Perhaps because he thought it was cruel. We will never really know, and that makes Gaara more interesting, and ultimately why it made sense that he would eventually become one of the kindest and forward thinking Kage in the Naruto universe.

[whiteboardartstudios]

HAPPY PRIDE! (From me & my ocs) :D

(I couldn't figure out how to get Glaze to work (TwT) and I really wanted to share this so uhhh here *throws this at you and then scampers away like the lil creature that I am* >:D)

Here are some screenshots of the individual characters because tumblr ate the image quality:

The flags (from left to right and top to bottom) are: Bisexual, Demiromantic, Pansexual, Transgender (times 2) plus a little bit of Lesbian, "Not Straight LOL", Bisexual plus Genderfluid, and Asexual at the very bottom. Please tell me if I got any of them wrong (I'm mostly worried about the Demiromantic one because I don't usually see it very often so I just went with the first result from Google ToT)

Bonus (Very Poorly Made) memes and image IDs under the cut! (warning the image ids are very long.) Happy pride everybody! :D

Bonus #1:

Bonus #2: (This one doesn't have the lesbian heart because I added it after my friend helped me make the fire text and I didn't want to bother them again TwT Sorry lesbians)

[IMAGE ID: The main image is a very tall drawing of a bunch of different characters holding various pride flags. The title says "HAPPY PRIDE! From me and my ocs" with "happy pride" being in all caps and "pride" in rainbow letters. The first two characters on the top left are doing the Barbie and Ken mugshot meme together, although both are smiling. The character on the left is holding a bisexual flag and the character on the right is holding a demiromantic flag. Another character to their right is waving a pansexual flag. On the next row of characters, the first two characters on the left are posing together and are both waving transgender flags. The character on the right also has a little heart with the lesbian flag floating next to her. To their right are two more characters. The character on the right is laughing with their arm looped through the arm of the character on the left, and the character on the right has a bisexual pin and is waving a genderfluid flag. The character on the left is blushing and holding a flag that says "Not Straight LOL" in rainbow letters. A small loading wheel and the words "Hearth.exe has stopped responding" can be seen near his head. Below them are three small characters all smiling and colored in various shades of blue, labeled "??? AKA my blue children". Below them are a group of characters including a water dragon, a tiger made of embers, a shark made of rocks (although he does not look like a shark because the artist does not know how to draw sharks), a dark purple owl, a small glowing creature with wings, a snow fox, a green moth, two relatively abstract creatures that resemble floating space liquid and pink fire respectively, and an eldritch-looking forest creature. These characters are labeled in all capital, bold letters as "Older than gender itself". An arrow is pointing towards the owl and the small glowing creature saying "except for these two. They are baby." with a silly emoji. Beneath these characters, a giant asexual flag can be seen over a bunch of vague scribbles labelled as "literally every single one of my ocs". The characters are all colored in bright, colorful colors. End ID.] [Image ID: The first bonus picture shows the two characters on the top left doing the Barbie and Ken mugshot meme, except yellow letters are put over their flags to say "Barbie" and "And Ken" respectively. End ID.] [Image ID: Thes second bonus picture shows the two characters with the transgender flags. Dark blue text next to the character on the left says "I'm ftm" while the text next to the character on the right says "I'm mtf". A plain white rectangle with the words "the transgender siblings" in all caps and fire font is near the bottom of the image. The character on the right does not have her lesbian heart because the artist forgot to include it. sorry lesbians. End ID.]

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

Kind of self-indulgent question, but let's say that nonbinary people being able to be comfortable with who they are and having a word to identify themselves is a thing in '60s Batman. How would that Riddler respond to his future s/o telling him that on their first date (since that's probably the kind of thing you want to clear the air with)?

Sorry for all the Gorshin Riddler questions but I just love how you write him. I think he's becoming my favorite.

"Zeros and Ones and Everything Inbetween" 60's Riddler x nonbinary!Reader

Don't be sorry haha. I love it! Not a lot of people write for him so it's definitely one of those "roll up your sleeves and do it yourself" kind of things for content (for me). Life is way too short not to be a little self indulgent.

Plus the ego boost I get from people loving him through my writing is thrilling to say the least ;)

We are going to say in the 60s batman world, the language exists and there's no outright discrimination but it's still a newer concept. 60s batman himself would treat it with a very after-school special kind of gloves. As with most things he doesn't quite get.

Now, Edward Nygma considers himself quite the charmer. Unfortunately for everyone else, he's not wrong- even if he is a huge dork. The first time he saw you, he was awestruck and saddling to your side, asking you a riddle.

"Riddle me this- Why did carbon marry hydrogen?" He looks confident, almost smug while waiting for a guess. When you shrug and tell him you're not sure, he grins, "Because they bonded from the moment they met! Why don't we give it a try?"

If it wasn't the riddle, it was his laugh that brought a smile to your face. As he posed a date, you figured it could be a lot of fun. Why not? You're a cool, independent nonbinary person in Goth- oh right.

The whole thing went by so fast you forgot to mention that, even casually. No matter, you would just... tell him. Right. While you were sure it was fine, it did cross your mind that a criminal may or may not be judgemental about such a thing.

That thought kept occupying your mind as you entered the diner you were supposed to meet him at several days later. It took you a moment to spot him in the place. The Riddler was keeping you on your toes already. He wore a light green gingham button up with darker pants that complimented. Dark purple, almost black question marks were embroidered on each end of the collar of his shirt. You'd half expected him to come in full criminal ensemble, though now you felt a little silly thinking so.

He's all smiles when he spots you, "Pretty thing, there you are! I was wondering if I'd have to hold up another bank to get your attention." A small laugh before he's handing you the menu. He's looking over the options himself when you mention you have something you need to tell him.

He merely hums in response, telling you he's listening. Your voice comes out nervous, "I'm nonbinary."

That's when the Riddler puts down the menu and lifts his brow with a grin, "Is that all? Don't sound so nervous, sweetheart, or I'll worry I frighten you. Do I... frighten you?" There's a teasing look in his eyes as he glances at you up and down.

"No, I- You really don't care?" It wasn't something to be ashamed of, but his lack of reaction caught you off guard.

"There are only two binaries I care about- Can you guess what they are? Tell me, there are two lovers of the alphabet. Destined to be with one another but twelve letters apart. What are they?"

You think on it for a moment, counting on fingers before snorting, "U and I?"

"Precisely! You and I need to explore this connection of ours." He smoothly transitions, "I may be the royal prince of puzzlers, but even I have common decency!"

And that's that. Anyone tries to say anything harmful to you about it and he'll dangle them above a vat of sharks. He can do that you, know. Unless it's batman, they won't have any shark repellent, either!

[saywhatjessie]

[hand flex]

Day fifteen of the Advent calendar! Using this list. Day 15: Wrapping Presents Fandom: Ted Lasso - Pairing: RoyJamieKeeley 1k[Ao3]

“I still think it would be sexier if we were just in wrapping paper,” Jamie noted, checking himself out in the mirror. “I look fit in everything but I look fittest in nothing.”

“Well this isn’t your present, so you don’t get a fucking say,” Roy said, scowling at himself in his own mirror. “I’d fucking love to just wrap myself in tinsel and call it a day but Keeley wants us to be posh for sexy Christmas.”

Jamie hummed, looking over at him. “I mean, I’m not complaining, getting to see you dress up in silks and shit. And I’m aces at fashion,” Jamie sighed. “Department stores just aren’t as sexy as I want them to be.”

He looked up at Roy through his eyelashes and Roy snorted, blushing as he looked away.

“We’re not fucking in the dressing room,” he told him sternly.

Jamie whined. “What, I can’t even suck you off?”

“No,” Roy huffed. “That’s not your present.”

“What if I want it to be. Return whatever else you got me from the shops and just let me blow you a little bit.”

Roy sighed. 

“You boys better not be getting sexy in there without me!” Keeley called through the curtain.

Jamie grinned. “Well get in here then! Roy can put his mouth on your tits while I suck him off!”

“We’re not fucking in the fucking dressing room!” Roy told them both, having to shove down the image Jamie just created. “I refuse to have my dick splashed all over the tabloids again.”

“Old man, spoiling my fun,” Jamie pouted. “You can suck me off if you want. My dick’s never been in the news.”

Keeley snorted. “What do you call ‘Lust Conquers All’, Jamie?”

“A brilliant self promotion idea!” Jamie told her, his face twisted in mock offense. “And they don’t actually show your dick on telly.”

There was a pause from outside the curtain as Keeley seemed to consider this. “Do I still get my tits played with if Roy sucks you off? My tits have been everywhere – everyone’s already seen them.”

Roy growled. “We’re not doing it. We’ll both play with your tits later. Now get in here and tell us if these outfits are sexy and posh enough.”

Keeley ducked inside, grinning as she saw both of them in their outfits.

All Keeley wanted for Christmas was to be able to dress them up in little outfits, or as she said, ‘wrap her real presents’. It wasn’t quite the swinging jazz affair that she had planned for hers and Roy’s first holiday, but it was a little bit of fantasy and make-believe. A bit of silliness and sexiness – a perfect descriptor of Keeley herself.

The theme was Jane Austen. No fancy suits, but billowing shirts and tight breeches. and riding boots. Roy went for the business casual or whatever the fuck: when he’s got the shirt and the jacket. It wasn’t period accurate, but it looked Austenian enough if Keeley’s barely contained lust was anything to go by. Jamie did the end of the movie look with the open shirt and everything, as to be expected of him.

He did look fucking fit. And he was also right that all Roy wanted to do was get him naked..

Roy shook his head, turning back to Keeley standing up straighter to show off his look. “Do we meet your sexy Christmas approval?”

Keeley hummed, circling both of them like a predator. Jamie struck poses, trying to be as seductive as possible. He was preening like a peacock instead of the sitting duck they both were, at the mercy of whatever Keeley decided to do with them. Roy was more than happy to be a duck.

“I feel like maybe we've been limiting ourselves,” Keeley said, eyes on Roy's crotch. “Why should it only be a sexy Christmas? We should also do sexy Hanukkah.”

“Eight horny nights,” Jamie contributed with his baby shark's grin. 

Roy could feel his mouth pull into a slow, stupid smile. He knew they were teasing but it was also kind of sweet and considerate. “We missed our chance for that this year. Or did you forget that Hanukkah ended already?”

They both pouted and he laughed, reaching for both of their hands.

“Hanukkah’s the week after Christmas next year. We can do a whole nine sexy days of holiday.”

“Yay!” Keeley beamed, clapping her hands. 

Jamie just reeled him in for a kiss, squeezing him on the bum. “I love the Jewish people.”

“Yes, and thanks for that,” Roy said dryly, but kissed Jamie again anyway.

They got a little carried away, Roy’s hand rubbing over the silkiness of Jamie’s shirt and Jamie’s thumbs dipping into the waist of his breeches.

“Roy, you better stop that if you want to keep your resolve about not fucking in the dressing rooms,” Keeley warned him, her thighs visibly clenched. “The two of you in those outfits kissing right in front of me is really fucking turning me on.”

“God, you’re a weirdo,” Roy said in fond amazement before leaning over and kissing her, too. “All right, we’ll get changed and then can go pay and be home in thirty minutes.”

“If we’re not, I’m blowing you in the car,” Jamie told him, matter of factly.

“No you’re not, you muppet. But if we want to get home, we need to get a move on,” He removed his jacket and turned to Keeley. “You need anything else while we change?”

Keeley shook her head, smiling mischievously. “Nah. I’ll stay here and watch.”

Jamie turned to look at her over his shoulder, his own shirt already off so he was doing a full ass and tits pose. “You sure you don’t want to unwrap your presents yourself?”

Keeley’s eyes darkened.

Roy groweld. “We are not fucking in the dressing room!”

[laurensjapanadventure]

June 13- Universal

Today we went to Universal. The tickets were pretty cheap only about 60 dollars ish. I forgot to take my meds which (spoiler) ended up turning out poorly for me. Jordan and I left slightly after the group but ended up arriving before the others. We arrived with plenty of time to book our tickets for Super Nintendo World on the app.

Jordan and I immediately went to the Jujutsu Kaisen 4D ride. I was so excited to be able to enjoy one of my favorite anime on an official Universal ride. I looked up a summary for the 4D show and told Naomi about it since I ran into her and she hadn’t seen the anime. Knowing the plot of the 4D show was helpful to understand what was going on since there were no subtitles. I got a pizza bun that looked like a divine dog and a jjk-themed churro. I was complimented for my earrings, shirt and smile by multiple employees throughout the day. I must’ve been called cute at least 10 times. It was very sweet and wholesome. At the Jujutsu Kaisen store, I purchased a reasonably priced Gojo bracelet. I also got some cute photos at the photo ops where the employee helped us pose. 

In the mood for another Jujutsu Kaisen ride, Jordan and I visited Hollywood Dream (a ride similar to Rip-Ride Rockit). I wanted to do the Jujutsu Kaisen theme song which was exclusive for Backdrop. Backdrop is the version of Hollywood Dream that rides entirely backwards. I briefly blacked out for the first time on a ride. It was really fun and thrilling. It was extremely hot (I was probably overheating due to withdrawal) so I ate Snoopy-themed frozen strawberries. I really wanted to make sure Jordan would eat so I took him to a burger place that he didn’t really like. I was just glad that he ate. 

Next we went to the Jaws ride, which was SO well done. It’s really similar to the Jungle Cruise ride at Disney Orlando but with loads of special effects. It was entirely in Japanese but it was fun to see how animated the guide was as he shot the shotgun and the animatronic shark appeared. 

As a casual Nintendo enjoyer, I thought Super Nintendo World was amazing. I didn’t understand many of the references, but Jordan pointed them out to me. The entire area was so incredibly designed and detailed. I kept remarking how amazed I was about the love and care that went into the area. We went on the Racing Koopas ride which was like real world Mario kart. with semi-clear VR headsets/glasses combined with a real track. I collected 104 coins whereas Jordan collected a measly 79 coins. Truly tragic for him as I entered my pro gamer era.

We went on the Flying Dinosaur ride which was similar to Manta at Seaworld. It was thrilling but made me light-headed. I hadn’t eaten actual food and was still going through withdrawal. 

Jordan and I FOUGHT FOR OUR LIVES to find something vegetarian to eat. The places that we wanted were closed. We decided to go to a buffet place and ask the employe about the vegetarian menu on their website. It took us like over an hour to get me something to eat and my withdrawal was getting worse. I felt awful that it took so long. It was SO spicy. I was fighting for my life part two. I drank so much water and tea. I wanted to find Jordan somewhere to eat and we stumbled upon a pizza place that was not on the map. I was frustrated because I could’ve literally just gotten vegetarian pizza all along. I found out Jordan blots his pizza which was cute since I do the same. 

At some point, we tried to do the Spy x Family scavenger hunt but were unable to since it was entirely in Japanese and closed. I was able to get my sister a little Spy x Family present which was cute. I also got a Hello Kitty churro and soda. The churro was strawberry milk flavored and delicious. The soda was Calprico and awful. 

We went on Hollywood Dream again but rode forward this time. It was funny since we picked the Jujutsu Kaisen option but it was entirely Japanese dialogue and screaming without music. It was pretty silly but fun regardless. 

I decided to go on the Doraemon ride which was TRAGIC but so silly. It is a bit with Jordan and I that I call Doraermon my man. This is because Professor Smith said no one likes Doraemon as much as Hello Kitty despite how much the government wants them to. I decided we should give Doraemon the love he deserves despite Jordan insisting that he looks nothing like a cat. The ride was entirely VR while on a thrill ride. It was glitchy and I felt SO SICK. 

As the park was closing, we started to head out. Jordan was sad so I decided to buy him popcorn and a star cookie.It took a while to find our way home on the trains and I was genuinely worried we would be stuck. I got some cool liminal photos of the train station that I enjoyed despite being unnerved., 

When I got home (around 10 pm) I had an interview zoom call. I had not been alerted about it because of issues with my email and being in a different country/time zone until I was texted. Luckily I wasn’t late to the interview but I was very tired and still undergoing withdrawal. I didn’t do great on the interview (spoiler: i didn’t get the position) but I honestly think it may be for the best. I texted thank you to the directors after being rejected a few days later and was annoyed one didn’t respond despite us being friends. 

[videokilled]

Vox’s smile turned into a shit eating grin when Alastor took the bait to give more attention. Taking it as a victory.

Yes Alastor was in the dog house, but Vox’s ‘doghouse’ was convoluted at best. He wouldn’t deny himself things he craved, attention, stimulation, nosey questions just because of a spat. He wasn’t in tune with his emotions enough to let that be a driving enough factor to actually ‘put the doghouse outside’ so to speak. But he would remember this specific instance. This moment to bring up later. And again. And again. And whenever he needed too.

Just like when Alastor hit him with a bat. And ruined his bed with his blood. And cracked his screen. And left for a decade.

It wasn’t hard to tell when Vox started deciphering what was being broadcast- and at first it wasn’t even doing it fully. Just a little tickling that made him do a little bit of a silly shiver with his shoulders. Then he quickly stilled and his eyes grew larger and larger. His pupils not focused on Alastor. Not seeing anything really because of his focus on trying to decipher. It felt like the concept of images.

Carnal. Vox felt that easily and immediately. Want. Alastor wanted. But it got more specific from there. With both of them focusing on it there was some amount of clarity between it, or as much as one could have with one still unaware of what could be shared or how to do it, and the other unaware of what was intentional. Like looking through moving water, but he felt it without any dilution.

Delicious. Inviting. Mouthfuls. Salivating. Sharing and tearing. Delectable. WARM. Wet.

Vox wasn’t being touched but he swore he could feel it. Like the heat of contact was hovering just over his skin. It made his skin prickle and feel like all his nerves rose to his skin like a magnet was urging them. The OLED face turned very steadily bright cyan, starting from the center and growing. Vox was unaware of course. Was he being held in place? He wouldn’t think of moving. Entranced in this and willingly. It was a thrill and he was nothing if not an adrenaline junky.

Devouring. Sexual. Tension. Flaying and peeling and claws and drool covered teeth. Steeping. Thrusting. Eager. Sexual.

Vox was staring at Alastor now like he was honing in enough to slowly start submerging into the frequencies. His pupils slowly growing larger than they were generally, bright blue and surrounded by the wide, but partially lidded bright cerise shapes of his digital eyes.

The digital mouth slowly opened, splitting the living glass of his face and showing the tips of his own rows of jagged shark teeth. And the streaks by the left side of his mouth showed up one by one. His mouth was full of saliva. Drooling for something but he didn’t know what- but satan in fucking hell was he craving.

Vox’s pupils finally moved down to watch Alastor’s tongue glide along the shapes just beyond his lips.

Fuck Vox wanted. He didn’t have the focus to check but he was probably hard already. He forgot to answer the question posed entirely.

Vox sulked to fast for him to edit how expressive his face was. Alastor was going to leave?? Vox just got here. He had worked all day to come back and find his radio demon pantless and the idiot was just going to shovel prawns in his mouth and then melt into the darkness.

Of course he had told Alastor to get out. If he wanted to stay then he shouldn’t have rattled off what Vox would understand as a Freudian slip. But that demand was in the past(if only minutes). The grudge would stay.

Vox finished drying his neck and then tossed the towel over the shower bar and then moved closer to Alastor. Crowding him. His hands on the counter space on either side of the deers’ bare butt.

His screen getting very close and the cyan glow colored Alastor’s face, and the soft navy stomach pressing against Alastor’s hooves since his knees were lifted to his chest.

Maybe Alastor wanted to be chased- but Vox liked to be chased- and couldn’t take rejection. Maybe he was cornering the deer so he could get the attention he was waiting for now that Alastor said he was going to eat and run. Or maybe he just liked proximity. Or maybe maybe it had been over 10 hours and Vox had been feeling just a fraction clingy when the radio hadn’t answered all day.

“Just like you’re staying now? After I told you that you’re faxing radio brain binary into my head?” Vox added teasing but lilting like a snotty kid who thought they’d caught someone in the act.

Vox paused and seemed to be struck by a thought.

“Do you believe me? You said you weren’t doing it on purpose.”

(He didn’t believe that.)

“Do you believe me?”

Just his thumb wriggled closer to the fluffy tail that was just an inch nearby. He briefly wondered if he was sore. If only slightly. Maybe he could coax the curly companion into just one more round before they parted. He’d gone all day without intimate attention. Even no sexual. Val had been out doing work. Alone with his thoughts without Al being awake.

It didn’t have to take long.