#and i'm sure i'm missing some moments but <3 at least it looks neat this way AND it's in chrono order

[reunitedinterlude]

dnp & fuji (1, 2, 3, 4, 5)

[jhilsara]

I Can See You

Pt. 1/ Pt. 2/ Pt. 3/ Pt. 4/ Pt. 5/pt. 6/Pt. 7/Pt. 8/Pt. 9/ Pt. 10/

Pt. 11/ Pt.12/Pt.13/Pt. 14/Pt.15/Pt.16/Pt.17/END

Mariana Jimenez-Watson or MJ works in a normal pub living life paycheck to paycheck. Nothing exciting happens to her except the occasional drunk getting thrown out. She's 24 working away and finds a wrench thrown into her very boring life. His name is Hobie and she thinks maybe, a little excitement isn't awful. In fact she might start to crave some change for once.

Small moments of Hobie meeting his world's MJ. AKA I made an MJ variant and I think she's neat.

Characters are completely aged up and this takes place after what will happen in beyond the spiderverse. I just made a little MJ variant and I think she's neat. I've been writing standalone scenes of her life after meeting Hobie and my friends really liked it so I thought I'd polish it up a little and post it. Nothing serious just some silly fun. (also I'm sorry I'm just not a y/n person, I just want to make characters who are developed and can have their own distinct personalities.) My MJ may not be for everyone but I hope you give her a shot.

Can also be read on Ao3 X

Chapter 1

She’s wiping off the counter and looking over at the small dodgy stage the pub has in the corner. She’s surprised the thing hasn’t collapsed in on itself. It has a couple of the instruments set up already for the band tonight. She feels someone bump her hip and she looks over to see her coworker raising a brow at her.

“Why don’t you wrap up early? You’re meeting your friends, right?” Andy asks her smiling.

MJ shrugs, “It ends in like fifteen and the band doesn’t start for another twenty. It’s fine, I don’t even think they've walked in yet.”

“Go on, grab a good spot at the front. I got it back here.” Andy encourages.

MJ rolls her eyes and keeps cleaning, “No seriously. I don’t even know who this band is. My friends want to see them. I’ll wrap it up in ten and look for them. I need to change out of these clothes anyway.”

“Whatever, you know half of the girls in here are already buzzin’. They’ve been drinking for the past hour looking for a shot of courage.” Andy says laughing.

MJ nudges her letting some giggles out too, “Stop, Andy! Leave them alone, they’re barely old enough to get in. They just want to see some hot musicians.”

“Who’s gonna tell them that most of the musicians are indeed, not hot, when they do small pub shows like us?” Andy says starting to pop open a beer for a customer.

“Oh, come off it, apparently this band does everything and anything. Good too, at least my friends say.” MJ says handing Andy another beer for the same group.

“You better clock out, you’ll miss your window to not be trapped back here.” Andy tells her looking at the clock.

“Oh shit, thanks!” MJ quickly dodges around the bar to get to the back so she can grab her bag and change.

She rushes into the bathroom and quickly changes into something a little cuter than her pub shirt and black slacks.

She pulls her rosy pink slip dress out and easily slides it on. Shoving her other clothes into her backpack. She adjusts her necklaces and looks into the mirror, checking to make sure her hair’s still passible. She adjusts the twin buns but just shrugs a minute later. It’s a punk show it doesn’t matter if she looks nice. She checks to make sure nothings on her and makes her way back out.

She throws her bag back where her other belongings are and wades through a decent sized crowd. She can’t find her friends but does make her way to the front. She checks her phone and sees that her friends had texted and canceled coming last minute. She groans in irritation, and turns to try and leave but the crowd has gotten thicker and she’s stuck. She’s jostled into someone who grabs her waist and she whips her head around smacking the hands.

“Hands off!” she growls looking up at the man. He throws his hands up but his grin is slimey. MJ keeps her glare.

“You bumped into me sweetie.” He chuckles.

She rolls her eyes, “Doesn’t mean you get handsy with me.” She mutters turning back to the stage. 

She sees her coworker Lars come out to push the crowd back, she feels a little better knowing she has an easy escape if she needs to. He settles in the corner of the stage, watching the crowd. Within a few seconds the band comes out and she settles a bit. She might as well enjoy the show.

She feels someone sidle up to her side, pressing into her, and she turns her head to see the same man from before smiling at her.

“Back up. I don’t play this game.” She hisses out shoving him off of her.

“C’mon, not a big deal, it’s a massive crowd in here. It’s tight is all.” He says slurring his words.

MJ puffs her cheeks in irritation and points her finger into his chest, “Do not fucking touch me again.” She flashes her eyes over to Lars and he nods his head, acknowledging her.

The guy takes a step back but is still looking at her in a predatory way that makes her skin crawl. She turns to the stage to try and pay attention to the band.

The music’s loud, booming, and it has her moshing with a small group near the front. She’s having a blast for the first few songs, then she feels it.

The guy that’s next to her starts to grab her bum. She turns around and slaps the guy across the face, “I said to not fucking touch me!” She shouts at him. The music’s too loud, the lights are in her eyes, and her bodies hot with rage and adrenaline. She turns to try and spot Lars but the man grabs her by the arm tightly, pulling her closer.

“C’mon I know a slag like you when I see one,” He starts to say, mouth too close to her face so she can smell how intoxicated he is.

She reels back her free arm, hand curled into a fist, but before she can deck the drunk someone else does.

She sees combat boots fly by and her eyes widen as she sees the guitarist drop kick the guy who’s grabbing her.

Her jaw falls open in shock as the man lands perfectly fine in front of her. His guitar strapped to his back is all she sees as he stands between her and the man he just sent to the floor. She for the first time in a while, is stunned speechless.

“Mate, I don’t know who raised ya, but we don’t touch people without consent at my shows.” The guitarist says, voice deep and his face hard as he glares at the man on the ground.

The man tries to crawl off the ground, the crowd around them parting to see what’s happening.

“She’s with me man! What’s your problem?” the man tries to defend pointing at her.

Her anger continues to boil and she opens her mouth to defend herself but the guitarist responds first.

He nudges his head back to her and gives a bitter laugh, “Ya need a better lie cause she’s with me.” He tells him.

She shuts her mouth, looking at him like he’s mad for only a second. She most certainly is not with him but she sure as hell will act like it. She doesn’t want to spend the rest of the night with some creep touching her.

Her eyes flash to the other guy who’s face pales, “Sorry, sorry!” He throws his hands up in defense laughing, “Didn’t know she was yours!”

The guitarist shakes his head and crosses his arms tsking at the man. “Wooooooooow,” he drags out exaggeratedly. “She doesn’t belong to anyone.” He says, and gives a small chuckle.

The other guy is looking at him, a little in fear, as he tries to laugh along with him. The guitarist quickly stops chuckling and throws a quick but hard punch to the creep’s face.

“Apologize to her.” The guitarist demands voice harsh and cold.

The man’s holding his bruising cheek, looking at her eyes filled with fear, “M’sorry alright! I won’t touch you again I swear!” he shouts rushing through his words.

The guitarists steps forward getting closer to the guy at eye level, “For the record, it shouldn’t take me lying about us being a couple for ya to respect her.”

The second he steps back MJ sees Lars come through and grabs the guy dragging him off. He tries to fight against Lars but that man is bigger than most and he works in security for a reason.

“You alright?” The guitarist asks his voice much softer, turning around to face her.

She’s stunned for a moment and just nods her head, “Uh yeah, yeah, thanks.” She says shocked.

“No problem.” He grins and jumps back on the stage.

She’s a little floored at what just happened but she looks around her and the crowd has closed in again, looking back up at the stage.

“Sorry for the delay there, but a not so friendly reminder, don’t act like a prick and touch people without consent ya? You will not be escorted out without a black eye.” One of the other band members says addressing the crowd.

The crowd roars with cheering as they start up another song, MJ really can only laugh and just rolls with it. The whole time making intensely too much eye contact with the tall guitarist whose wicks frame his face as he vibes with the music.

By the time the shows over, she’s able to wiggle herself out with the help of Lars. A lot of the crowd stays, still high off the show.

“Great save back there Lars, maybe we should hire that guy when people get handsy with the staff.” She jokes smacking his chest.

“Piss off MJ, I was gonna throw him out after you clocked him but, well, I didn’t have to.” He laughs holding the door to the back open.

“Night Lars, seriously though, thanks for taking the guy out.” She laughs going to grab her backpack and head back home.

He shakes his head at her and steps back helping to pack up the band’s equipment.

“Oi! Hey,” The guitarist from before comes up to Lars, “Is that girl here? The one who had that prick touch her? I wanted to talk to her.” He says.

Lars looks over him curiously raising a brow, “Oh, no she left. She works here if you wanted to try to find her.” He offers casually.

“No, no, just wanted to know she’s okay.” The guitarist replies shoving his hands in his vest pockets.

“Oh, I promise she’s fine, takes a lot more than that to shake her.” Lars chuckles. “She gave me a warning look and I was ready to grab him when he put his hands on her.”

“Good, good.” The guitarist nods in approval. He starts to walk back towards his band, who’s packing up the last of their stuff.

He keeps the name of the pub in the back of his head with the image of a pink girl with maroon colored hair.

Two weeks pass and MJ’s behind her bar working on a few drinks when she sees a seemingly familiar face plop a seat.

She gives the person their drink and turns to address the new face, when she’s met with a familiar voice. “Hey stranger.” The guitarist from before greets cheekily leaning into the bar top.

She beams at him, “Hey! Lars told me you were asking around for me after the show. Sorry I didn’t stay.”

He just shrugs nonchalantly, “No biggie, just wanted to know you were fine is all.”

She gives a soft laugh shaking her head, “Trust, I’m good. I was gonna clock him and let Lars handle him but…” She trails off giving him a pointed look, “You handled it just fine.” She teases.

“Oof, I woulda loved to see ya give him a mean right hook though.” He chuckles.

She shakes her head in disbelief, “Maybe next time.” She smiles softly.

“Oh? Already planning the next time we’ll hit someone who’s being a sexist prick?” he smirks leaning closer to her on the bar top.

She gives him a genuine laugh, loud and it shakes her body. “Absolutely.”

A beat of silence passes between them before she decides its time to do her job, “So, what can I get ya?”

“Your name preferably.” He replies easily flashing her a smile.

Genuine surprise flashes across her face and then a hot flush across her cheeks.

“Depends,” She fires back, teasingly. He raises a brow at her.

“I’m MJ to most people, especially the ones I’ve just met.” She says easily. Grabbing a clean glass.

Something lights up in his eyes for a split second, like he’s found something he’s been looking for.

“I like that, what’s it short for?” He presses.

“Mmmm, I don’t know, you are asking for my government name and I don’t even have your first name.” She says playfully tilting her head.

“Hobie, Hobie Brown.” He says without giving it a second thought.

She bites her lip, hesitating, but caves under his warm eyes. She feels a pull towards this man, and maybe she’s just projecting because he stuck his neck out for her, but she feels pulled to him none the less.

“Mariana Jimenez-Watson.” She gives him.

He grins so big it could almost split his face, “I like Mariana.” He tells her softly.

Her face warms up again and she turns to fill the glass with water. “Let’s settle for MJ alright?” she says.

“Alright.” He murmurs.

[star-junk]

Only Bones

Ch. 3

Rating: Mature

Pairings: Alastor x ReaderOC, Vox x ReaderOC, Future Lucifer x ReaderOC

Second Person POV, Change of POV, Slow burn (or fast burn - really moving through the plot quickly), please forgive the typos.

Warnings: Dark Themes, Altered state of consciousness, possessive behavior, mention of dv, non-con elements in the future, cannibalism and just things not being nice--it's Hell.

General Notes: Still not sure if Alastor will remain ace within the confines of my story. Also, operating under many assumptions for Season 2 so walk with me on this one.

Author Notes: I know nothing about TV production so I'm just winging most of this. Continuing with the breakneck pace bc otherwise I'd spend endless chapters setting shit up.

“Are you sure it’s a good idea?” Jo asks.

“Hmm, I think I only feel better about it because it’s Rosie’s friend? He seemed nice enough.” You reply, sprinkling flour over the table for the dough you’re working on. The old radio you bought plays a nice melodic tune as you prepare for the next day’s special orders.

“He’s the Radio Demon, Nuria.” He insists.

“I mean, yes he is, but I hear the Princess is really nice too, so.”

He makes a point to walk over to you so you can see the skepticism on his stare while still stirring pie filling, bowl in hand and everything. “I just find it amazing how quickly you flip once money is involved.” 

“C'mon, Jo, it’s not like you’re any different.” You respond.

He pauses his stirring. “Yeah, but I actually have survival instincts." He argues, "You remind me of my uncle, you know. He used to work for the mob in the Greed Ring and guess what? He went missing years ago!” You roll your eyes, concentrating on the dough instead.

Jo refused to come on the agreed upon day, saying he wanted nothing in whatever it was you were getting yourself into. So there you were bright and early at the time and address the Radio De—Alastor gave you. 

Parking right in front of the Hotel, you had to admit the renovations made the place look like a 5 star stay. It stood out against the rest of dilapidated buildings in the surrounding area, and much like the V Tower; Different elements come together to represent a single entity. There was a radio tower at one end (no guessing who that space belonged to) and a red apple at the other.

“Quite the sight, isn’t it?” 

You nearly jump out of your skin. Alastor stands right outside to your van’s window. Your hand goes to your chest to keep your heart from escaping out of your ribcage as his smile widens. 

“H-hi, yes, yes it’s quite beautiful. ‘Morning.” You greet. “Dear Lord, you startled me.”

“My apologies, I tend to have that effect on people.” He opens the door motioning for you. “Please, Charlie is eager to meet you.” 

“Thank you.” You smile, reaching for your purse and the tasting boxes. He snaps one of his fingers and suddenly there’s a tiny shadowy creature taking the boxes from you. No matter how many years pass, you don’t think you’ll ever adjust to these kinds of things being a normal occurrence. He then helps you out of the van. “You're very kind.” 

“Ha! Aren’t you a darling.” He responds amused. You pause only for a moment before linking an arm with his when he offers it, his old manners shining through. You’re starting to see why Rosie likes him so much - ‘a proper gentleman.’

Walking up to the Hotel you take in the view. The landscape is mostly dead as it is in most places of hell but was at least kept neat. You spot some widow’s kisses blooming here and there, so the soil couldn’t be a complete lost cause.

“Do you have many guests staying?” You ask to give yourself an idea of how much work will be involved if things go well in this meeting.

“Hmm, not currently, no. But Charlie is hoping for more soon.” You get the feeling he's not very attached to the Hotel despite also being its Facility Manager.

“I don’t see why people wouldn’t want to book a stay. The renovations are quite nice, aesthetics alone should draw in crowds, if anything.” You are being completely honest about that.

“They’re… acceptable, I suppose.” And there it is again. As if he didn’t have a hand in that either, but for all that you know maybe he didn’t. “Though the staff is wonderful, a very welcoming bunch, you’ll love them!” He concedes.

You sure hope so. You swallow nearing the Hotel’s entrance, your hold unconsciously tightening around his arm.

“Oh there’s nothing to fret, my dear, there’s nothing but good ol’ chums here, mostly.” He says with a bit of flare as the doors to the Hotel open and you step inside. 

It’s just as luxurious inside as it is on the outside, of course it is, you don’t know what you were expecting. The varied crimson hues are heightened with the golden touches here and there. The furniture with elaborate designs looks expensive as all hell and yeah, maybe you could make good business here if—

“Hello, HI! Welcome!” 

A youthful cheery voice greets you. It’s Ms. Morningstar the Princess of Hell herself. You hardly have time to return the greeting as she takes your hand in a very enthusiastic handshake. Her eyes and smile outshine anyone you’ve ever met before. “We are sooo excited to make business with our first vendor.” She gushes with not an ounce of malice in her voice, “Alastor spoke very highly of your pastries.” 

“Thank you, your Royal Highness. A pleasure to meet you.” You reply, finally letting go of Alastor’s arm.

“Charlie is fine.” She waves off the title.

“Hon, we need to see if we even like them first.” Someone says behind her. 

"I'm sure we'll like them, Vaggie." She replies to a girl with long pale hair and sooty skin. "This is Vaggie, she’s our Hotel’s Manager .” She smiles, dragging the other girl by the hand. They must be close. The other girl gives you a once over before extending her hand.

“Hi, nice to meet you.” Her tone is way less cheery than her companion, but is at the very least neutral. “You’re one of Alastor’s little… friends?” 

Oh, whatever idea she has of you must be reset at once. “I just had the honor to make his acquaintance last week, Rosie introduced us.” 

Her brow perks up at that. “Wait, these are not— “

“No, Miss, I wouldn't dare.” You assure her. “Rosie has her own special orders. These are the ones we sell at my shop for the general public.” 

“So these are not people pies?” A girlish voice draws your attention below. A short crimson bob frames a single intense eye. “Are you Alastor’s new soul? Are those wings? You smell good!” The petite girl waves, her eye trained on you with a mixture of curiosity and predatory glee. 

“And this is Nifty, our Cleaning Staff.” Alastor introduces.

Ah. “Hi… Nifty, a pleasure to meet you.” You don’t even dare shake her hand.

“Alright that’s enough of introductions,” Vaggie claps stepping forward, “show us the goods, we still got work to do putting this event together.” Her bossy tones gives her away former (current?) military.

You glance at Alastor who merely chuckles before commenting. “She’s always like that.” 

Ah. 

Charlie guides you to the currently unstaffed bar where the tasting boxes were set. “I wish everyone could be here to give their opinion.” She sighs. 

“Babe, as long as you like them it should be enough.” Vaggie is right about that, you think. “Who knows what time Angel will come back and Husk? At this time of morning? Forget about it.”

“Alright, but maybe Dad wants to come down?” She says procuring her cell phone as you get busy setting up the samples—wait, the King of Hell is staying here too?

“Oh don’t bother His Highness, dear, it’s far too early in the morning.” Alastor says, resting a gentle hand over hers. “And hadn’t he been feeling rather… undisposed lately?” 

“Yeah, but I mean he shouldn’t spend so much time holed up there.“ 

“I can set some aside, if you’d like.” You offer, you weren't so eager to meet him, tense and overwhelmed as you are right now.

She smiles, turning to you, “That would be great, thank you.”

“Of course.” She was a breath of fresh air. It’s ironic the Princess of actual literal Hell turned out to be one of the nicest people you met down here. You hand everyone a plate with the pie samples. “Alright so starting from the right  is our shop’s best seller, it’s darkberry with yumava fruit. I should mention our flour is made with a combination of actual topside flour and wheat from the Wrath Ring. We use organic butter from cattle also from Wrath, its brought up by my shop’s assistant. And the sugar comes from... “ You go on about the ingredients and cooking method, watching as their faces go from skepticism to full enjoyment. “I can make the more savory ones as appetizers as well. Princess, I think these would go great with the event if you’re trying to foster a kind of environment sinners can call home and you know what they say, there’s nothing more comforting than homemade pie!” 

Her brows rise at that; Yup, she’s yours. She sets her fork and plate down, grasps your hands coming inches from your face declaring. “We’ll take 100 of each!” Oh Boy.

“What— Charlie, we don’t even know if that many will show up in the first place!” 

“Because we don’t know Vaggie, we should prepare!” And you can’t help but chuckle at her enthusiasm.

“She a funny one.” Alastor comments, having read your mind. 

“Princess, how about we do 10 of each? That would still be plenty.” And more realistic to the numbers of attendees. “I’m sure you’ll have other foods to offer as well.” 

“Okay, yeah, sorry… I’m just kind of nervous, we’ve had a lot of inquiries lately” (‘Five is not a lot,’ the little maid chirps but you pretend not to hear her.) “about the Hotel so I want to make a good impression.” She admits scratching the back of her head and wow, she really does seem to care for this place.

“I understand, Princess, but your friend is right, it be a pity if the food went to waste.” You rest a hand on her shoulder. “But let me write down this really good recipe I know for frazzled nerves in the meantime.” You offer with a smile.

You thank the Princess once more for her business, it has been the smoothest transaction you’ve ever done, half of the commission already paid in advance.

Alastor waits for you, offering his arm again to walk you back to your van.

“She’s great.” You comment,  making your way down the pebbled road leading to the gates.

“That she is, my dear.” He answers, “Nothing like her Father.”

Oh. “Got a beef with the King of Hell?” 

“Hah ha ha!! No, of course not, nothing of the sort...” His frown at odds with his sharp smile. You prod no further as you near your van. “I thought you’d certainly take her initial request for a hundred pies— Oh the hilarity!”

You laugh along with him. “It just didn’t feel right doing that, you know? But maybe it would have been different if she had been a brat.”

He laughs, “Seems like you and I have a lot in common,” and who would have thought? “Well, I’ve delivered you safe and sound to your vehicle, so I’m afraid this is good bye— “

“Wait, Alastor.” You interrupt climbing inside the van, “I have something for you.” You procure a bottle of wine, it’s the kind Rosie said he likes the best. “A thank you gift for everything.” 

He looks from the bottle to you for a brief moment before responding, his head tilting to the side as if deciding how to respond. “Oh My, you shouldn't have!” He says finally bringing the flat of his palm up to refuse. “I cannot accept.”

“Aw, after I went through the trouble?” You shoot him your best hurt puppy dog eyes.

“Hmm.” The soft sound of changing stations comes through the strange filter he emits as his eyes settle on the wine. “Well, who am I to scorn a lady’s thoughtful gift?”

You chuckle, handing him the bottle.

………………….

The next day you stopped by Alicia’s speakeasy to pay the rental for the bakery space, being one of the handful of buildings she owned around the city. Dim cool light welcomes you as you enter, alongside the smell of cheap beer and cigarettes. Goodness knows how you were able to work here every night.

“The usual, Nuria?” Old Vince asks as soon as he sees you take a seat.

“Yes, the usual.” You nod. “Is she busy today?” 

“When is she not, doll. But let me let her know you’re here.” He leaves to get her as soon as he’s done with your drink. You hope Alicia comes quickly. One time you had to wait almost two hours before she remembered you were there. ‘I forgot’ she said, though you’re sure she did it on purpose - never getting over you leaving her employment. You’re gonna be so mad if she makes you do the same, you had some shopping to do today. In the mean time you sit there reviewing your shopping list making sure nothing is missing while you wait. Declining offers for company here and there.

“Hey there, beautiful.” Alicia’s fake affection draws your attention up. Her scaly skin and green eyes glistening in the low ambiance of the bar. Draping dark fins parted to one side to hide the ugly scar at the corner of her mouth.

“Hi Alicia. I’m here to pay rent.” You get to the point, going through your purse to retrieve your wallet.

“Yeah, about that, babe. Rent went up.” 

You have to be kidding. 

“What?! Again?!”

“Yeah, turns out demons from other rings are interested in setting up shop in the city now that we know angels can be handled.” She explains, crossing her arms to inspect her nails.

“Alicia, please don’t do this to me.” This could really affect the rate of your savings, you’re barely making enough of a profit - discounting the debt you have for the equipment, packaging materials, ingredients, electricity, Jo’s wages, the van, and your own personal expenses - your own rent. Why the fuck do you still have to pay rent in hell?!

“I could keep it the same if you came back to perform,” Oh this scummy bitch, “Dezba is long gone, so he can’t tell you what to do anymore!” She snorts mockingly.

“Do not!!” Your voice low as your body moves on its own, jabbing a finger at her chest. “Don't you ever dare bring him up again! Now how much is the increase, you vindictive old bitch!” 

“Twice for that.” She answers, unbothered. 

Fuck!

………………………..

You pour over the budget books back at the pie shop, reviewing receipts and expenses. The careful balancing act that took you months of hardwork and dedication  to get going toppled over by that single one unexpected expense. 

“Relax, Nuria, is not as bad as you’re making it out to be!” Jo tries to console you, hand on your shoulder. “You’re still making enough to cover even the rent increase.”

“But now I can’t save Jo! That’s the issue here! And what happens when the next increase comes? And yeah we’re doing okay right now, but who can say this will always be the case? Will other expenses start increasing too?! When will we ever own a place of our own if— ” 

“Nuria, Nuria! Relax, okay? You still got options, ask Rosie for help.” 

“No, I could never… “  She has been helping you enough, you slump over the table, you want to cry. You know you’re truly in hell when capitalism exists even down here.

Knocking at the front of the bakery pulls you out of your misery, you both look at each other. No deliveries were expected today. Peeking from the corner of the kitchen you spot a tall corpulent figure. You really should invest in a security system, you think in hindsight. You swallow turning one of the lights at the front of the shop.

The light reveals a man dressed in a swanky suit, a manic smile plastered on his face - a poor attempt at friendliness when his shark incarnation speaks to a predatory nature. 

“I told you we should keep at least a gun or two on hand.” Jo whispers.

“You must be Ms. Nuria! May I please come in? I mean no harm, I’m a representative from VoxTek.”

VokTek? You and Jo exchange puzzled glances before you decide to open the door. Jo goes to stand where he kept his studded metal bat for shady situations like this. Not like it could do much if someone with that influence wanted to do something to the shop.

“Yes. How can I help you?”

“Good evening, ma’am. I am here because your lovely pies have been quite a hit at the Network.” Really? That was days ago. “One of our producers would like to extend a warm invitation for you to join us as a special guest for our early morning program, The Vibe!”

Well, this is very unexpected. “I… don’t think I’ve heard of the program before?”

“It’s a talk show, with a focus on celebrity gossip.” Jo supplies.

“Celebrity gossip is such an unpleasant way to put it. The Vibe keeps up with the latest trends, entrepreneurs and entertainers of our time!” The VoxTek representative corrects.

“Then it sounds like my humble pies would be out of place in a show like that.”

“Nonsense, why our very own Velvette gave them her seal of approval.” He flashes his phone with a picture of a very staged-going-for-natural picture of a female demon holding one of your pies, your shop’s box visible right next to her with a caption: Wanted to see what the fuss is about. Gotta say, pie was pretty legit. That was… nice, though why does she look so off-put by it? You don’t get a chance to make more observations as the phone is pulled away and the shark demon extends his hand toward you, “Whaddaya say?” 

“Nuria, if you get on the show we could get more customers and hike up the prices too!” 

"Your imp is right, once in an eternity opportunity!"

“He’s not my imp.” It’s the first thing you clarify. “But I… “ There’s something you don’t like about this, un mal presentimiento, looking at the demon’s hand. But Jo has a point, this one thing could balance the books again. “Alright.” You reply, taking his hand.

He squeezes it hard. His fanged smile doesn't reach his eyes.

“My boss will be delighted, Miss!” 

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[ill-procastinato]

took this from @1337wtfomgbbq bc yes.

Pairing/Shippy list!

Here's the rules:

1. List your top seven ships

2. Put all of them in order of your love for them; 7 to 1, 1 being your favorite.

3. Name their fandom.

4. Supply photos for said people.

7. Grimpulse - Hermitcraft RPF, Minecraft SMP

(artwork by @ink-ghoul )

Please do not question my Minecraft phase, I'm sure y'all had some childish phases as well. (I was obsessed with this duo for a long time, like 3 years?) Ik it's just Minecraft but the chemistry between these two (NOT THE REAL PPL GOD-) was just mmm. Fantastic.

6. Gavin Reed x RK900 - Detroit: Become Human RPF

(art by @thirium-drinker ) (i fricking love their art)

Yes. Video game characters. And this is more recent. I just think they're neat. Bitchy bottom Gavin and cunning top RK900. I love their dynamic.

5. Charlos - Formula one RPF

Finally, real people. Yes ik.

The present Ferrari bois. I mean c'mon. They're just pure souls suffering the wrath of being a Ferrari driver (together uwu).

It is pretty self explanatory, no?

4. Lestappen - Formula one RPF

Redbull vs Ferrari. Always a classic. Also you can't tell me Max doesn't have a soft spot for Charles. Both are the popular hotshots, who fight for the top spot (both in race and bedroom hehehe) and i feel they're very compatible.

3. Carlando - Formula one RPF

THEY LEGIT LOOK LIKE BOYFRIENDS, NO??

this is such a good ship, the banter, the fun. And the rivalry hehe. They are one of the top pairings, if not the best, in the current grid.

2. Brocedes - Formula one RPF

Yes. I chose pain. The lovers to enemies plot. I usually don't like angst but this is so traumatic haha i love it. (Help) For all your angsty needs.

Jokes aside, i think their characters are polar opposites of each other. Which is both complimenting and contrasting.

Honorable mention: Joshler - Twenty One Pilots

Yes, I'm aware I'm very late on the TØP bandwagon, but at least i didn't miss out, right?

Yes so about these two. I love how they do everything together, as one, and never leave the other hanging/ feeling stupid. And also their slightly (very) fruity moments are amazing.

And finally

1. Simi - Formula one RPF

THEMMM!!! AAAA 💥💥

I will spontaneously combust. This duo. IS THE BEST!!! A cold emotion-concealing man falls for an extroverted German twink golden retriever. Or the other way around. They compliment each other so much. They have the best fluff content ever.

Stomach full of butterflies for them eeee 💖💕

So i tag @itsillyakuryakin , @lesharl-eclair , @blorbocedes , @vetteller , and @thatquirkycookie to do this.

And anyone else is welcome to copy this!

[myckicade]

I, uh...

Well, you might say I have some thoughts.

Okay, so, on the one hand, I'm slightly impressed. Certain sections of this episode made me think, "Dude! Where has this level of writing been for the last two seasons?!?" All the scenes at the Reyes house. EZ dumping his bike. Some of it felt really good. It watched well, even if it felt a little out of place with the rest of what we received.

On the other hand, I am disappointed as all hell, for several different reasons. The glaring issue being that I don't foresee a neat little wrap-up in just one episode. Come on. They really are suffering for the bullshit pacing during the rest of the season, and it shows. Ugh. I feel nitpicky for always complaining about that, but this is a clear-cut case of, "We could have had it all!"

Yeah. Anyway.

I'm also at a bit of a loss over Terry claiming the Mayans broke into their (I assume) clubhouse. (And, as an aside, they should really consider some new lighting, or a coat of paint in that bitch, something). Anyway. I understand protecting the girls. Sure. That's a great surface deed. But, not only is it coming back to bite him - and everyone else - in the ass, it's also a terrible watering-down of everything Letty and Hope went through in this series. We didn't hear a thing about Letty this week (unless I missed it), and, unless she delivers the kill shot on Isaac (which I highly doubt), what more is there for her? I love this girl. I wanted the best for her, and the pain they have put her through has been unnecessary, beyond furthering the war. I ask no forgiveness. That just pisses me right off.

I'm distraught about Elio. I really am. Further proof that EVERY MOTHER FUCKING THING EZ touches goes to shit. The looks on Bottles' and Guero's faces... The devastation done to the Broken Saints. Their animals. And all that punk-ass little bitch could worry about was the fucking pipeline?! It's all EZ's fucking fault, top to bottom. (I know the Broken Saints made a decision that came back to bite them, but I only have one more episode to blame El Presidente, okay?).

Which brings me to Felipe. OH, MY FUCKING HELL. I knew it was coming, that Papa Reyes would come under fire, but FUCK ME. Maverick, too?! That poor baby boy!! Like the poor kid doesn't already have enough stacked up against him. Cripes. I would like to hope Felipe is still alive, and that whoever is in that bag is one of the Sons. Felipe is a tough old man, and I'm sure he's been through worse in his younger years. And, yeah, keys words, right there: younger years. Let me hope, huh? I like the dude. But, if he really is gone, my heart can handle it, in that he died to protect his grandson. <3 .

*mutters to herself* No crying at work, Mycki. No crying at work.

I did appreciate seeing Wendy. Nero and the boys would have been awesome, but that's just asking for too much. (Tee-hees). She had some good advice, and I'm glad to find her doing so damned well. She's worked for it, and she's earned it.

But.

But.

After that (long-ass) chat, I'm expected to believe that EZ truly loves Sofia so much 'it hurts'?? *cackles* Gimme a damned break, here!! I don't like the broad, but I was hoping she'd at least have the good sense to pack up herself, and the pup, and get the frick away from Hurricane Ezekiel. (Which isn't fair, because the man is pretty much every single natural disaster mashed together in one mess of a human being). These two, though, are both a special kind of dumb, and they truly deserve one another. I just don't want anything to happen to the dog.

I don't. At all.

Since nothing much else happened this week, I'd like to take a moment to say, R.I.P. Les Packer. I'm sure you'll be seeing Little Brother again, shortly.

Finally, my heart is just going out to Angel, yet again. Damn, this poor guy. He's built up some bad karma, sure, but he's steadily lost over the years, too. It just keeps happening, and it's because of his brother. He tried to warn him. Tried to pull him in the right direction. Now, their family has come under fire. AGAIN. His kid, for the second time this season. I hope to hell that he gets out. That he gets out, and far, far away from Santo Padre, and from the Mayans, and from all the bullshit he just doesn't need, anymore. To keep Maverick away from all the haunts and dangers of their family. (Ideally, if the old man is still alive, I'd like him to go along with). I know I've said it before, that Angel has become the Jax of this series, and I still feel that way. At least, in halves. EZ is the Jax that make stupid decisions, and Angel is the Jax that the consequences all come to call on. I just want Angel to be able to be a good father for his kid.

Oh, yeah. Where the hell was everyone else, all of a sudden? Penultimate episode, and suddenly nobody else's bullshit storylines matter? My word!

Until the finale, Y'all! -Mycki

[cabbageslost]

Reacting to live action AtLA - ep 7

Spoilers, yo. So many spoilers.

..

Since the last episode didn't leave me feeling like I needed to take a moment to pause and process my "I'm bummed they missed this" stuff, and life is giving me a calm Saturday, I'm just gonna plow ahead while I have time.

..

Ooo.. suspense, subterfuge, sneaky-ass Zhao.. lol

Hmm, holding back thoughts on NWT. Gonna need them to let Katara get pissed before I can like this. The make-or-break of this episode for me, for real.

Still weirded out by the decision to have Azula not be the golden child. It's another way I think knowing the full story is hindering me. Having her be daddy's favorite all-in in the original set up the events of book 3 perfectly (where he had no issue with giving her his place while he declared himself Phoenix King.)

Okay, so Pakku still sending her to Yagoda. She does still need to learn to heal. Guess this is where that happens? And I still have hope that she'll get frustated and chew Pakku out for not teaching her actual bending.

Was Yue a bender in the original? I don't remember that being the case, but I don't hate it. Even kinda makes sense with the moon-spirit connection (assuming that still turns out to be there.)

Ah, here it is. Women aren't allowed. Get 'em Katara.

Wow.. were betrothed, huh? So you're saying she's available.

Aw, I was looking forward to the Spirit Oasis. This shrine's neat and all, but the oasis was lovely.. could have looked so cool in this. Dangit Kuruk, why are you adding to the people telling him to be alone?

I'm.. not minding this twist to Yue. it's kind of--wow, that escalated quickly. LOL Go get 'im, Yue.

"It's stupid and it's wrong." YAS!! They better let Aang back her--wait, WHAT?! What the actual everloving hell? I could probably forgive about any other change. Unwavering support of each other between Aang and Katara being tossed aside is not one I can forgive.

Azula vs Ozai, okay.

At least Sokka's got Katara's back. I will forever be salty about not hearing Aang support her, cheer for her on this, from moment one. Also stupid that he keeps getting told to do it alone, since that was never a thing. Roku actually made sure to focus on not just his relationship with Sozin (which bit him in the butt) but on mentioning Ta Min, who he was in love with and lived a long life with. Clearly not someone focusing on being alone. Anyway, cool fight with Pakku, but it can't hit the same if only 1 of the 2 in her crew are cheering her on.

..

This one shocked me. I thought so long as they gave me the fight, I'd be fine. They did, and really the rest of it I'm okay with... but Aang not believing in his friends? No. Not a decision I can get behind, no matter if you eventually end on him getting talked back into it. It's doubly awful because they honestly haven't shown that much interaction between the Team Avatar trio, and having us finally get some and THIS being it... yes, I will need a moment to steam.

[makerofmadness]

i decided to write an all-hurt-and-no-comfort cookie run fic to show off one of my headcanons so yeah that's cool

some highlights include:

*milk cookie dance-stimming :3 (for like a few seconds)

*devil cookie being a little pest (affectionate)

*ouija boards (idk if they exist in the cookie run universe but they do now I guess-)

*the last two parts are the best please read until those at least :'3 I spent multiple days on this dndndnndndnnn

Fic under the cut 'cus it's kinda long

"When the Blue Bottle Breaks"

(I'm on my phone rn so I can't put that in the title spot just pretend this is the title-)

Blackberry Cookie had gone out looking for Adventurer Cookie (again), and Milk Cookie had offered to clean up the mansion for her that day. The two were decent acquaintances, so she trusted him with the task and left.

The mansion was already very neat and tidy thanks to Blackberry Cookie’s diligent work, so Milk Cookie didn't have too much to do. Just a bit of light dusting here and there, sometimes straightening a picture frame or two. He walked around the mansion a few times, making sure he didn't miss anything.

Milk Cookie didn't have anything to preoccupy himself with while he waited for Blackberry Cookie to get back. Growing bored, he started somewhat dancing around instead of just walking. It was much more fun that way.

He wasn’t paying too much attention to what he was doing. Humming a tune and twirling with closed eyes…

Then, he felt himself bump into something, followed by the sound of something shattering.

Milk Cookie immediately stopped and opened his eyes to see what just happened:

He had bumped into a table, knocking a vase off. It had broken when it hit the floor. 

Milk Cookie immediately felt the horror sink in.

“...oh… oh no… oh no oh no oh no… what have I done?...”

Milk Cookie kneeled down at the broken pieces of vase on the floor. It was awful.

It had been a beautiful, shiny, expensive-looking purple vase full of pretty blackberry flowers and violets. Even on the floor, their petals soaking in the spilled water, they still smelled just as sweet. But now, the admirable vessel they had been placed in was a mess. No one can admire a mess.

He couldn't believe he let this happen. How could he have been so careless?

“H-How am I going to explain this to Blackberry Cookie?...”

“Explain what?”

Immediately, Milk Cookie was overcome with dread, hearing the sound from right behind him.

It was Blackberry Cookie. She was back already.

Blackberry Cookie knelt down next to Milk Cookie, who was unable to bring himself to speak. He just stared fixedly on the mess he had made.

“...an accident, I presume?” Blackberry Cookie said calmly. Milk Cookie felt ashamed.

“I'm… I’m so sorry, I- I should’ve… I shouldn’t have…”

“It’s alright. It was only a vase. It can be replaced easily.”

Blackberry Cookie got up to her feet and was about to leave to get a dustpan, when she turned to look back at Milk Cookie and said:

“You may leave now. I can take care of the mess. You look a bit unwell right now. Please get some rest…”

Milk Cookie forced a smile and stood up.

“Th-That’s alright, I’ll just… I'll leave now. I'm sorry for the trouble…”

The moment he left the building (without even speaking to Adventurer Cookie), Milk Cookie really felt the guilt set in. How could he have been so careless? All because of mere boredom, he started acting reckless. The embarrassment was extreme, as was the guilt.

Much more extreme than it should've been for a situation so minor.

He felt like crying, but he didn't quite understand why. Blackberry Cookie said it wasn't a big deal, and yet his feelings made it seem like quite the opposite, in his eyes.

Did she really just want him to leave because she thought he needed to rest, or did she just not want him to mess anything else up? Regardless, he couldn’t let himself cry over it. He never let himself cry. He couldn’t risk someone else seeing him like that. 

“Just smile, Milk Cookie. It will make you feel better. It always makes you feel better…”

His strategy for dealing with sadness had always been to keep it inside, as to not risk it bringing pain onto others. He did not want to make anyone feel obligated to comfort him. He wanted to be the one to comfort others. He wanted to be a beacon of hope. 

Thus, he couldn’t let himself feel hopeless.

~

There was still time left in the day. So, Milk Cookie hoped he could successfully help someone else that day to make up for his failing.

“Wow, thanks for agreeing to help me out!”

“Of course! I think I've seen my friend Purple Yam Cookie watching one of your videos before, yes?”

“Oh, yeah! He's the guy who keeps threatening to unsubscribe, haha!”

Black Garlic Cookie had been planning to stream her exploration of a long-abandoned house on one nearly deserted street, one that was the subject of many urban legends, particularly relating to the place being haunted. She wanted to try to contact the ghosts there via ouija board. 

It takes two to use a ouija board, so she posted about it on Crumblr asking if anyone would volunteer to join her for the stream, and Milk Cookie took up the offer.

The house's windows were boarded up, the roof had visible holes from the outside, and the walls seemed cracked at some parts. It looked as if one small breeze would be enough to make it collapse entirely. 

The paint on the outside, while likely once vibrant and beautiful, had long since faded in color. It was dull, lifeless, and bleak. 

Even the air around the house was weighted with a strange melancholy and looming sense of dread. The light gray of the clouds covering the sky and the cold chill of the wind blowing through gave off the sense that this place had long been abandoned, and that it should stay that way. 

Milk Cookie felt a bit nervous, especially after the events at the mansion. However, Black Garlic Cookie seemed enthusiastic. She turned the camera on and greeted her audience:

“Hellooooo, everyone! How are you all doing? It is I, Black Garlic Cookie, your one and only ghost professor, back at it again! And this time, we have a special guest on the stream!”

Black Garlic Cookie’s channel wasn’t that big, but immediately she got a few viewers commenting in the live chat:

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tea_o_clock: A guest, you say? 

RobotMaster: Well, come on! Show us who it is!!

Purple Yam Cookie: YOU STILL HAVEN’T TOLD ME HOW TO UNSUBSCRIBE!!! -----------------------------------------------------------------------

Black Garlic Cookie giggled and pulled Milk Cookie into frame.

“Everyone, please give a warm welcome to Milk Cookie!”

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Purple Yam Cookie: …What!?

onionbunny: Mr. Milk Cookie’s here…?

tea_o_clock: Oh?...

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“Um… Hello, everyone!” Milk Cookie said nervously. “I, uh… um…”

Strangely, he was at a loss for words. He had never been on a Cookietube stream before. However, he usually did not get this nervous about anything.

Black Garlic Cookie, noticing this, whispered to him:

“Maybe tell them to like and subscribe!”

“O-Oh! Uh, remember to like and subscribe, please!”

“That’s the spirit!” Black Garlic Cookie said cheerfully. “Now, I hope you’re all ready! Let's go!”

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tea_o_clock: Hmm, alright then.

onionbunny: I don't think I'm ready… Can I have a few more minutes, please…?

RobotMaster: I’m not scared! Just go in already!

Purple Yam Cookie: …fine. I'll stick around, I GUESS. But don't think I’m not still ANGRY!!!

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Walking through the door and the hallways inside, the damage was even worse than on the outside. Some spots in the floor seemed especially weak, as if they would collapse the moment any pressure was applied. The walls were full of cracks and the wallpaper was peeling off. There were cobwebs everywhere, and dust caked the furniture. Milk Cookie held the flashlight while Black Garlic Cookie held the camera.

When they got to the living room, Black Garlic Cookie quickly set up for the ghost-contacting. She put a few candles up and lit them, set out the board on a table in the middle of the room, and set up the camera nearby so that the viewers would be able to watch.

“Alright, now we both need to put our hands on the planchette…”

Things started getting interesting, as it was surprisingly seeming to work.

“Hello, spirits, is someone there?”

(YES)

“Can we ask you some questions?”

(YES)

“What’s your name?”

However, before they could get an answer, the lights suddenly flickered on, before immediately turning back off. At the same time, an old, faded painting that had been hanging on the wall fell to the floor.

Both Black Garlic Cookie and Milk Cookie jumped at this. 

“Uh… h-hello? Spirits?” Black Garlic Cookie asked out loud, having now removed her hands from the planchette. “If you're there, please, come out and say hi!”

The moment she said that, all hell broke loose.

The candles went out, the lights began flickering rapidly, and the furniture started flying all over the room. It was absolute chaos.

And amongst the chaos were many, many ghosts.

“Q-Quick! The camera!!”

Milk Cookie was too frozen with fear to notice Black Garlic Cookie yelling to him to get the camera before it could get hit. Seeing his lack of a response, she quickly jumped to action, tackling the camera out of the path of a flying chair. 

Luckily, the camera was unscathed.

Black Garlic Cookie got up with the camera in her hand and addressed her audience.

“S-Sorry, everyone! It looks like we might have to cut this short soon!!”

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RobotMaster: So there are really ghosts there after all?!

onionbunny. I-I’m scared!!! -----------------------------------------------------------------------

“Milk Cookie!” Black Garlic Cookie yelled. “It looks like the spirits don't want us here! We need to get out, NOW!!!”

However, Milk Cookie was still completely petrified by fright, something which he wasn't accustomed to. He didn't normally feel fear, or at least he didn't let himself.

“Milk Cookie, snap out of it!! Look out!!!”

Black Garlic Cookie quickly ran over to Milk Cookie and pulled him out of the way before the chandelier above him came crashing down. At this point, Black Garlic Cookie had had enough. 

“Hey!!!” She shouted. “Knock it off!!! This isn't funny!!!”

“Oh, you’re no fun!”

Surprisingly, a voice answered. Then, the source of the voice came out of the shadows and revealed themself.

“Wait, Devil Cookie?!”

It was Devil Cookie, snickering mischievously. The moment they revealed themself, all the spirits came to a halt. The lights all came on.

Milk Cookie finally came to his senses. 

“...D-Devil Cookie?” he said weakly. “Wh-What are you-”

“You know, Black Garlic Cookie,” they said, completely ignoring Milk Cookie, “I would’ve expected a so-called ‘ghost professor’ to try something better than a ouija board!”

“Wh-What do you mean?!” Black Garlic Cookie said. 

“Oh come onnnnnn! We all know those things only work because you end up moving it by yourself without realizing it! Those things are total shams!” 

Devil Cookie rolled their eyes with their arms crossed. Black Garlic Cookie was dumbfounded.

“B-But, the ghosts…!”

“I brought them along myself! I saw you were going to do your little live-streaming thing here and thought, hey, might as well have some fun with that! So, I rounded some spirits up and brought them over here with me! You should’ve seen the looks on your faces!”

Milk Cookie just stood there, silenced by his own embarrassment. He didn't normally get scared by such things. He was always the brave one. He would look danger in the face and laugh when others couldn't. How could he have been so weak in this moment?

He gave a glance around the trashed room. The furniture, while weathered by time, had clearly been beautiful in their prime. The grand, faded colors of gentle greens and golds… It had clearly once been a respectable room, but now it was a mess. No one can respect a mess.

“...Milk Cookie,” Black Garlic Cookie said with a sigh, “thanks for the help. You can go now. I'll end the stream. Guess there weren't any ghosts here after all… at least before we planned on showing up.”

Milk Cookie felt as if he were going to cry, but managed to suppress it down to a whimper. He knew he had to leave before he could risk anyone seeing the tears spill. The camera was still rolling, several cookies were no doubt watching this all unfold. He couldn't risk disappointing them any further. 

But that didn't make Black Garlic Cookie’s words hurt any less.

“I-I'm really sorry,” Milk Cookie said, “I-I’ll get out of your hair now…”

~

“Thanks for agreeing to help out today!” Sandwich Cookie said with a smile. “Can’t believe half our staff got sick around the same time…”

“No need to thank me! It’s my duty to help those in need!”

“Haha, well, alright!”

Milk Cookie still felt very tense after his previous accidents, but this seemed rather simple to pull off. Besides, he couldn't just leave Sandwich Cookie to deal with all those orders practically alone. 

It was a typical day at the Sandwich Shop, but most of the staff had recently gotten sick. Milk Cookie decided to take the opportunity to help out. He wasn't exactly the best at making sandwiches, but he didn't see much difficulty in bringing the customers their orders. 

Things were going pretty smoothly. Not too many customers that day, things were peaceful, and Milk Cookie was starting to get his previous mistakes out of his mind. 

Then, in came Hero Cookie and Croissant Cookie.

Things seemed fine, and Milk Cookie was walking to their table with the food in hand, humming to himself cheerfully. Things were at last going well for him.

But then, it happened:

He tripped, falling face-first to the ground and dropping Hero Cookie’s order.

The thud of him hitting the floor was overshadowed by a loud shattering sound, a sound which seemed to reach the whole shop, turning the cheerful chatter of the patrons into shocked silence.

Pushing himself up on his hands and knees, Milk Cookie looked at the mess he just made. The plate had broken, and the sandwich had fallen apart, its contents scattered on the floor.

Poor Hero Cookie’s sandwich was ruined.

“...wh… why…”

Milk Cookie glanced up at Hero Cookie, who had previously been chatting with Croissant Cookie. Now, both of the cookies were staring at him.

“...Milk Cookie,” Hero Cookie said with a concerned voice, “are you alright?” 

Milk Cookie couldn't bear to keep looking at him, so he just looked back down at the mess that had been Hero Cookie’s sandwich. The sandwich that Sandwich Cookie had so carefully prepared.

It had looked so delicious. She had clearly put a lot of effort into it. This had been a sandwich made with pure tender love and care, to be consumed by a dear friend. But now, no one would be able to enjoy it. It was a mess. No one can enjoy a mess.

Sandwich Cookie, having heard the commotion, came running over to the scene. 

“O-Oh, oh dear… uh, Mr. Milk Cookie, sir, would you mind cleaning this up while I make another-”

“WHY!?!? WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY CAN’T I DO ANYTHING RIGHT TODAY!?!?!?!?!?!”

Milk Cookie could no longer hold back the tears. He couldn't stop himself. He stopped thinking about his surroundings, about the other cookies, and loudly sobbed. 

Strangely, it almost felt relieving.

Croissant Cookie was speechless. Hero Cookie got up and approached the mess.

“How about I take care of the clean-up?” he said to Sandwich Cookie. “I'll go get the cleaning supplies. I think that Milk Cookie might not be, um, how should I say this… in the right state of mind for this right now.”

Hero Cookie went to fetch the cleaning supplies. Croissant Cookie still didn't seem to know how to respond to the situation, sitting there in awkward silence. 

Sandwich Cookie looked down at Milk Cookie.

“...Milk Cookie, uh…”

Milk Cookie looked up at Sandwich Cookie, whimpering with tears running down his face. 

He was feeling so guilty.

“Uh, s-sir, I really appreciated your help, but… I don't think you’re really… fit for this right now.”

Sandwich Cookie could immediately see the heartbreak in Milk Cookie’s eyes when she said that. 

“D-Don’t get me wrong, you did a good job, I swear! It's just… you just don't seem to be feeling all too well right now, so… uh… maybe you should take a break…”

Sniffling, Milk Cookie wiped his teary face with his arm and shakily got up to his feet. He put on his best smile.

“I-I am alright, please don’t worry about me. I just… I’m deeply sorry, but I am afraid I must be leaving now. I hope you can forgive me…”

Before Sandwich Cookie could respond, Milk Cookie turned toward the doors and walked them. 

He seemed uncharacteristically weak as he pulled the door open and somewhat stumbled his way out. 

“...I guess he’s alright now…?”

Sandwich Cookie was concerned, but it was out of her hands now.

~

Milk Cookie continued walking with that same smile on his face. He ignored the other Cookies he passed, too caught up in his own thoughts:

“Do not lose your composure, Milk Cookie. This is not the way heroes act.”

“Just keep it inside. You have kept it inside for the whole day. You have kept it inside every other day. You can get yourself back under control.”

“You have to be a good example for younger cookies. You must not let them see you as a mess. No one can look up to a mess.”

“Dark Choco Cookie would not be proud of this…”

These thoughts only temporarily fueled him, until he finally saw no other cookies around him. There, alone, he stopped.

He couldn't keep the mask on anymore. He couldn't keep his composure anymore. That smile of his took too much energy to maintain. 

Energy he no longer had.

He dropped to his knees and stopped trying to hold back the tears. He had to cry, and cry he did, loudly. His sobs echoed, yet they reached no one.

Even though there was no one around, he still felt the need to cover his face up with his hands. Such fragility should never be exposed. It was the least he could do to contain it to some degree.

He was desperate to get himself back under control, but these feelings were far too overwhelming for him to think through. He felt weak, and helpless, and alone.

He was tired, so tired. But he felt he hadn't done enough work. 

He hadn't done anything right that day. He hadn't been able to help anyone that day. Every time he tried, he just messed everything up.

He was a failure. 

[omegas-playhouse]

Devil!Sakusa x Fem!Reader

Happy Halloween!!! I hope you guys enjoy this. Sorry I'm so slow with uploading. Work doesn't leave me a lot of time to write and edit as much right now. Still hope you guys enjoy this <3 CW: NSFW, AFAB, Sacrilegious, Breeding Kink, Cult-ish(?), Degradation, Praising, Possessiveness, Cunniligus, Face Fucking, Dacryphilia. If I miss anything please let me know! Requests open! Wordcount: 3.2k Kiyoomi Sakusa was a man who got who and what he wanted with minimal effort. People want to be him and be with him and he was always happy to have a warm body in his bed. No one really expected a priest to have ill intentions towards the people he was supposed to be guiding. Both the men and women of his little flock were bewitched by him. But none could hardly ever refuse the devil himself and his temptations. Well at least he used to be able to say that. There was one person however who would always slip through his fingers and politely refuse his company. He wasn’t used to that sort of thing and it frustrated him beyond belief. After a moment there was a chuckle. “Hey Omi, what’s got your panties in a bunch~?” Sakusa rolled his eyes. “What do you want, Miya?” Atsumu smiled revealing himself. “Just came to see what you were up to. Never thought I’d find you sulking in your office.” “I’m not sulking.” He muttered. Atsumu studied his face for a moment. “Is that cute woman still avoiding you~?” He smirked. Sakusa clicked his tongue in annoyance, making Atsumu laugh. “So it is her. Still haven’t managed to fuck her yet. Damn…I never imagined the Devil’s tricks and guile wouldn’t work on some human woman. Bet I could fuck her before you could.” Sakusa narrowed his eyes in anger. The air swirling around him, dangerously. “Stay away from her Miya.” “Oooo~ Someone’s touchy. Have some plans for her?” “That’s none of your business. Have you done what I asked you to do? If you haven’t …get to it.” He barked at him. “You’re no fun, Omi.” Atsumu pouted at him before he disappeared. Sakusa got to his feet. He was going to get you. He refused to let anyone but him have you. He was a man who got what and who he wanted and you would not be an exception. You sighed softly as you cleaned up the pews. Your friend had volunteered for you both but ended up flaking out to go out with some guy. When the guy had shown up you got a strange feeling from him. It was the same feeling Father Sakusa gave you. The way he was eyeing you up and down with your friend standing right there hadn’t helped. There was something about the way his brown eyes stared at you that made it feel like he was staring into your soul. You shivered thinking about it before you went back to cleaning. You were sure Father Sakusa was around here somewhere and you had no intentions of being here alone with him. It was strange the instant he stepped foot in this church the air almost felt like it had shifted. Everyone was immediately hooked and fawning over him. The women talked about how handsome he was and the men seemed equally enamored by his looks and presence . However you avoided him. And you knew that he noticed it as well. He would always stare you down when you stood off to yourself while the others crowded him vying for his attention. It was like everyone was under a spell but you. You sighed softly. You were tempted to leave, but you didn’t want to abandon your friend here. Especially not with people like Sakusa around. You straightened up after a moment and looked around. You only had a bit more to go and you could get out of here. “Ah…I thought I’d heard someone.” Came a voice from right behind you. You jumped letting out a surprise squeak before quickly turning. You already knew who it was. He wasn’t dressed in his priestly garb. He was dressed in more casual clothes though they were neat and perfectly fitted to his body. “Ah..I was just finishing up.” “Hm..I see..” He said running a gloved finger along the back of the pew. He seemed pleased when the white glove stayed clean. “You’ve done a good job.” You nodded, shifting nervously from one foot to the other.

“Ah..Um..glad you think so.” “Though I thought

that your friend was supposed to be cleaning today?” “She was here…but something came up.” Sakusa smirked faintly. “Ah…I see…Well I appreciate you staying to cover for her.” You nodded before you went to pack up the cleaning supplies and put them away. He frowned. “In a hurry?” He asked, sounding a bit disappointed. ”Ah well…” “I feel like you’re always avoiding me.” He said cutting you off. You swallowed nervously. “I don’t..” “I’d rather you not lie to me, little one..” He said, staring down at you. “Why don’t we sit and chat in my office?” He asked though it felt like it was more of an order than a question. You stood there not sure if you should run out of the church or follow him like he said. “Don’t make me repeat myself..” He called out to you. You shivered before quickly following after him, staring down at the floor. Your heart was racing inside of your chest at this point. You quietly followed behind him once at his office he opened the door letting you go inside. You sat down in the chair he gestured to. You felt your stomach sink when you heard the click of the lock behind you before he made his way to his desk. He stood in front of it not far from you and leaned on it. You found a particularly interesting patch of carpet to look at to avoid his sharp gaze. As much as something puts you on edge about him you still couldn’t help but find him incredibly attractive. You honestly weren’t sure which of those feelings were causing you more distress right now. “Look up at me..” You hesitated before doing as you were told. “I seem to make you nervous..” He noticed how stiff you were in your chair. “Why is that?” “Ah well…” You said softly as he carefully rolled up his sleeves and leaned forward slightly to look you in the eyes. Your mouth closed as you watched his movements. He blinked, pausing for a moment before smirking. “Careful…” He growled softly. You blinked wondering what he was talking about. “Now…what are you about to say?” “Well um..I- I don’t know…” You said softly looking down. “Eyes on me..” He said. When you looked up he smiled faintly. “Good girl.” Your breath hitched at the praise and you squirmed in your seat. After a moment there was a low growl. You blinked. Did he just growl? Sakusa ran a hand through his hair. He would need to have some control over himself. “Calm down..I can smell you from here..” He said, staring you down. You looked at him confused. “Do I…smell bad or something?” He chuckled. “Quite the opposite…in fact…If I were a lesser…I’d have you bent over my desk by now.” You stared at him, his words, taking a moment to process them before you sputtered. “W-what are you saying?!” Sakusa tilted his head slightly. “Do you need me to explain in a different way?” He said loosening his tie. You swallowed as you watched his hands undo it. You then looked up where he grinned his eyes on yours. You could’ve sworn they flashed another color briefly. “If I didn’t have any self control..I would have fucked you on my desk already..” You froze at that, brain malfunctioning for a moment. “Was that clear enough for you?” You swallowed, nodding a bit. You knew that he shouldn’t be saying things like this to you. This was completely wrong. He was a priest for God’s sake. You quickly got up out of your chair. “I-I have to go…! We shouldn’t even be having this conversation..” You said as you quickly went to the door to try and get it open. However just as you managed to get it unlocked a pair of hands pressed hard against the door. You hadn’t even heard him move. You shook as you were caged between him and the door. “Even though you’re trying to run...your body is saying something entirely different.” He whispered softly to you as he pressed his body against yours. You shivered as he pressed himself against you. “What do you want?” You asked quietly. “You.” He replied, his hand slowly trailing up your side. “We can’t do this here...does this not feel wrong to you?” You whispered. “You’re thinking too hard about this. What difference does it make where? What’s wrong with indulging now and

again..?” He whispered, leaning down to kiss the side of your neck. You shivered. “Why me? You could have any of the others…” You said trailing off as he wrapped a gloved hand around your neck, tilting your head back to look at him. “They’re not you are they?” He asked.” I don’t want them. I want you..” He said, pressing you against the door. You gasped softly, feeling his dick press against your lower back. “Will you let me have you?” He said grinding against you. He knew he had you. He could smell how wet you were. You stared up at him, licking your lips. While a part of you was screaming to get away from him there was another part screaming at you to give in. You were conflicted. Sakusa smirked faintly. He knew you were having a battle with yourself at the moment on what to do. “I’ll make you feel so good. Better than anyone ever has. All you have to do is say yes..” He whispered, his lips barely touching yours as he spoke. “Father Sakusa..” You whispered. “Kiyoomi…” He corrected you. “Please...I..” You trailed off. “Please?” He asked, pressing you to finish your sentence. Your face warmed. “Please make me feel good.” You said shyly. Sakusa grinned. “As you wish, princess..” He said turning you around before kissing you. You kissed him back pushing back those troubling thoughts from earlier. He pulled away before picking you up and walked over to his desk. He set you down on it carefully before kissing you again, nestling himself in between your legs. While Sakusa was normally one to take his time he was just much too impatient for you. He couldn’t wait to have you a crying, fucked out mess under him. It was a bit overwhelming. His hands and mouth were all over you. Kissing, biting, and touching any patch of skin he could get his hands on. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this..” he muttered before sucking at the side of your neck. He was going to make sure there was a mark left there. You moaned, gripping the front of his shirt. “Slow down..” You whimpered, making him chuckle as he pulled away. “I can’t make any promises on that.” He said softly, hands trailing up your legs, leaving goosebumps. He gripped the underside of your thighs pulling you to the edge of the desk before kneeling down making you squirm in embarrassment. He was so glad that most women who came here wore dresses and skirts. He pushed up your skirt. “Sakusa…” He looked up at you, eyes narrowed. “Kiyoomi…call me that again and I’m going to punish you.” Your eyes widened as you quickly nodded. “Yes sir..” You said quietly. He froze a moment before a grin spread across his face. “That’s more like it~” He quickly went back to what he was doing, kissing and biting your thighs before he pushed your skirt over your hips. You squirmed trying to close your legs. “Don’t hide from me, pretty girl..” He said softly, eyeing the wet patch on your panties. You whined. “Has anyone ever touched you here?” He asked, teasing you through your panties with a gloved finger. You shook your head no, making him smile. “Perfect.” He mumbled smirking as he slid your panties down and off your legs. “You’re so wet…and I’ve barely done anything…” He muttered, running his tongue along your slit. Your thighs shook as he kept them open. “So sensitive..” He said kissing your clit. He looked up at you taking his gloved finger to his lips. He bit down on the glove pulling it off with his teeth before dropping it to the floor before doing the same to the other. You blinked a bit, never having really seen him without his gloves on. He spread you open watching as your hole clenched around nothing before he reached down to slowly slip a finger inside of you. You shifted at the uncomfortableness before he slowly pumped his finger inside of you before eventually adding two more. He grinned, speeding up and you moaned loudly and tossed your head back on his desk. “Too much…” You moaned. “Are you sure? Because this dirty little cunt says otherwise. It’s so loud and you're dipping down my wrist. So filthy, didn’t realize you were such a nasty slut..” He hissed out as you

clenched down on his fingers. You whined. “I-I’m not..” You started before he curled his fingers abusing that sensitive spot inside of you. “Oh god..I..” You gasped, clawing at his desk. “Cum for me…” He moaned before he wrapped his mouth around your clit and sucked hard. You screamed as your back arched off his desk and your legs shook. Sakusa hummed as he watched you, mouth and fingers working you through your orgasm. He pulled away after a moment, removing his mouth and fingers from your sex. Your chest was still rising and falling quickly as he leaned over you. Your eyes watched him as he licked his fingers before sliding them in your mouth, letting you taste yourself. “Hope you know I’m not done with you quite yet.” You swallowed nervously as you stared up at him. He grinned as he reached down, gently dragging his thumb over your lips. “Maybe I should start with your mouth...I’ll have to train your throat to take my cock after all..On the floor..” You blinked before did as you were told. You looked up at him shifting a bit as he undid his pants. You watched as he pulled down his underwear exposing himself to you. You froze watching as it bobbed in front of your face. The head was dribbling precum that was falling and landing on your face. It felt so hot on your skin. He grinned, rubbing it against your face. You flinched a bit as more of his sticky precum was rubbed onto your skin. He then pressed the tip of your cock against your lips. “Lick..” You slowly opened your mouth, giving little kitten licks to the head of his cock. He groaned as he watched you stare up at him. Wide eyed and innocent. He couldn’t wait to see you cry and beg for him. “Now open your mouth more..” He said as you did so and he slowly began feeding you his cock. “Watch your teeth now and suck..” He instructed. Your mouth felt so good. He was tempted to shove it all down your throat. He wanted to see you struggle to take him, but he knew he had to be careful. You did as he instructed you, sucking him, his hand guiding your head up and down his length. “Good girl...fuck..” He hissed as he picked up the pace, forcing more of himself into your mouth and down your throat. You moaned softly, placing a hand on his thighs to steady yourself. “That’s it...come on…you can take it all” He said as he fucked your face. Tears welled up in your eyes as he set a more brutal pace, making you gag and choke on him. “So good...you’re being so good for me…” He said grinning down at you before cursing your throat squeezed him. He quickly pulled you off watching as you coughed gasped for air. “Head back...gonna cum all over your pretty face..” He said as he pumped his cock fast and hard as he stood over you. “Gonna mark you with my cum...so others know you’re mine." He hissed as he came. Ropes of hot cum landing on your face and partially in your mouth. He groaned, leaning against his desk slightly. He smiled, staring at you. “So filthy…” He grinned as he took his thumb moving his cum into your mouth. He pulled you up to your feet, kissing you before he leaned you over his desk. “Are you ready~?” You were quiet as you stared up at the crucifix hanging on the wall in front of you. Sakusa grinned as one hand wrapped around your neck making you look directly at the crucifix as he rubbed his cock against your slit. “Are you worried about me fucking you here in front of him~? Don’t worry I’ll make sure he gets a good show.” He chuckled darkly, pressing his cock against your hole slowly sliding in. Your mouth hung open as he paused, giving you a moment to adjust. His hands moved to your hips before he thrust suddenly going balls deep inside of you. You moaned loudly, hands gripping his desk. You mewled as he rolled his hips, grinding against you. You whimpered. Sakusa grinned slowly, pulling out before slamming back in. The pace he began to set was hard and fast. His hand wrapped around your neck as the other teased your clit. You felt like you were going to cum already. “Oh my god..” You moaned loudly. Sakusa chuckled and stopped as he pressed his cock against

your cervix. “Not quite correct, but I’ll take it..” He said pinching your clit. It felt too good. Your vision was getting blurry with tears and you were drooling. “So pretty…” He muttered rolling his hips. He pulled out before quickly turning you around. “Wanna see your face when you cum..” He lifted your leg, hooking it over his forearm before he slid back inside you, stretching your walls. Your hands rested on his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. You were so far gone you didn’t notice his eyes had changed colors. “You're mine…” You heard him growl. “And you’re gonna let me breed this tight little hole whenever I want, yeah?” When you didn’t respond he slapped your ass making you nod your head. “Yours all yours..” You moaned. He grinned. “That’s right. This nasty little cunt is mine…gonna let me put a baby in your tummy?” He moaned when he felt you clench down on him. “That’s my girl…come on squeeze down on me…make sure you milk me and take all of my cum.” He moaned. It wasn’t long after that you lost yourself completely cumming hard on his cock. Sakusa’s pace began to get sloppy as he continued fucking you. When he came he froze pressing against your cervix before biting down on your shoulder as he came hard inside of you. You whimpered feeling his cum filling you. When he pulled away he kissed his mark, holding you close to him. You could barely keep your eyes open. Though as your vision began to fade you couldn’t help but notice what looked like horns sitting atop of Sakusa’s head. You didn’t have time to dwell on it before your eyes closed and you fully drifted off to sleep. Sakusa grinned, chuckling darkly. Kiyoomi Sakusa was indeed a man who always got who and what he wanted and he would make damn sure that you would remain that way. His.

[desthesleepdeprivedwriter]

Happy Birthday

It was 3 am, and Purpled wasn't able to sleep.

He was quietly sitting in his room, petting DogChamp while he was sleeping. Purpled eyes couldn't stop staring at the date showing in his communicator, a strange feeling slowly consuming him.

7th of July.

Purpled's birthday.

He sighed, deciding to do the same he did every year: get a small cupcake, place a match on it, and eat in the early morning. It wasn't a big deal, really.

He left his little tent, heading over towards the restaurant in Las Nevadas. It wasn't open for the public yet, but it was the only place they could have access to a proper kitchen. Purpled opened the Staff Only door, hearing the strange banging of pans and someone whispering swears. Probably another resident trying to have a night snack, Purpled couldn't blame them at all. He stepped in and stopped right away.

Well, he didn't expect to see Fundy in an apron, mixing something in a bowl and an immense mess around him.

"Uh… what are you doing here?" Fundy asked, immediately noticing Purpled's presence.

"What are you baking?" Purpled asked back, not wanting to answer.

"I asked first." Fundy replied, crossing his arms.

Purples sighed, no patience for that at the moment. "I just came here to eat something. Now, you go."

Fundy's ears twitched a little before pressing against his head. "I'm… baking a cake." He muttered, going back to mixing the ingredients.

Purpled, for a split of second, got happy with the info, but quickly dismissed it. No way it could be for him, just one person knew his birthday and Fundy certainly wasn't him.

Purpled noticed orange and green food coloring placed on the table, curiosity now flooding in. "So, did you just get a craving for cake in the middle of the night?" he played as a joke, going back to his search for a single cupcake.

"Nah, man… it's my birthday." Fundy replied, still talking in a low voice.

"No way!" Purpled said before he couldn't contain himself, getting himself into a mess as soon as Fundy stared at him, confusion all over his body language.

"What do you mean by 'no way'? It's not like being born on July 7th was a crime."

Purpled pondered his answers.

He could lie, say he didn't expect it, or that Fundy shouldn't bake the cake for his own birthday, or any shitty lie like that.

"It's my birthday too." It's what came out.

Fundy's eyes widened, then a smile appeared, to Purpled's surprise.

"Dude, that's neat!" Fundy said, now moving towards the cabinets in search for something. "Your favorite color is purple, right?" He stopped for a while, and then went back for the search. "Oh Void, that was a stupid question."

Purpled was still in place, watching as the fox picked a purple food coloring and went back to the cake making, adding more ingredients. "I just need to make more batter so we can have more cake, but it will be fine."

"Wait, wait… what are you doing?" Purpled approached Fundy, watching as he divided the dough into three different recipients. "Our birthday cake." He replied, pouring each food coloring into a different bowl and starting to mix.

"So… the colors represent us?" Purpled asked, just so he could be on the same page.

"Yep."

"Orange is you, purple is me."

"Yep."

"So, who is the green one?"

Fundy went silent for a while, and then opened a sad smile.

"Back before the revolution, when it was just us in a van… we didn't have so much money for food." Purpled didn't get the connection, so he kept waiting. "So, there couldn't be two cakes at my and Tubbo's birthday."

Fundy put each batter into a different cooking pan, putting one into the oven.

"So, Wilbur would bake a single cake, two layers, one orange, the other green." Fundy smiled a little, nostalgic. "It became a tradition, even after L'Manberg came to be."

He decided to use the other ovens in the kitchen, placing the other cooking pans.

"Each year, we had our birthday together, no matter what. Even if we were angry at each other, or we had to hide from the big bad dictator. One time, I had to enter his presidential office to force him to take his head out of the papers."

Purpled just listened in silence, quite in awe. Fundy was really someone that had lived through a lot, and somehow, still held on to little comforting traditions. It must be nice, having something like that.

"But… since L'Manberg has been gone…" Fundy sighed. "I kinda haven't celebrated my birthday. I decided to try this year." He laughed quietly. "And hey! This time I have you! It's not so pathetic."

Purpled chuckled, nodding along. "Well, it's the first time I celebrate my birthday with another person. It's not pathetic."

Fundy beamed, still in a good mood, and took the cakes out of the ovens. He waited for a little while, staring at Purpled, who just stared back. "Don't you think you are going to just watch. Come here and help me."

Purpled shrugged, taking a place right beside Fundy. They stacked one cake over the other, and started to decorate.

Minutes later, they had a somewhat pretty cake.

"It works." Fundy says, after thinking a little.

"It's the first time I decorate a cake, so it's beautiful."

"Eehh… At least it will taste good. It has chocolate." Fundy pointed out.

"Aren't foxes allergic to chocolate?"

"Irrelevant ."

They finished the icing and contemplated their creation before Fundy grabbed the plate, leaving the kitchen and hoping that Purpled would follow him, which he quickly did, even if he didn’t know where.

“If I ask where are you going, will you asnwer me?”

“I mean, it’s not only our birthday, is it?” Fundy contemplated as they passed the toll booth, making Purpled think a little. Yeah, it wasn’t only their birthday.

“Hey, so… Can I call someone else?” Purpled asked, communicator in hand already.

Fundy didn’t even finish saying yes and Purpled was already typing someone’s name into his contact info, waiting for just a few seconds until the other person answered his call.

“Punz? I need you to come over. Now.”

Meanwhile, Fundy was standing in front of a wall of lava. The heat was almost uncomfortable and was definitely unwelcoming. But Fundy had to come back home before Yogurt woke up, so he had a schedule to fill.

“Yo, Tubster!”

No replies.

“Cut the scene, I know you are there!”

Still no replies.

“I can literally see your shiny armor on top of the outpost, you idiot!”

Seconds of no answer, and then the lava started to go down. And so there he was, Tubbo Underscore, with the entire glory of someone who hasn’t slept in the last 2 days. Fundy knew that look pretty well.

“Why do you have a cake?”

Not a hello or good night. But Fundy was used to that.

“Do you know what day it is today?”

“Uuuuh…… Juuuuuunee..?”

Fundy waited to see if Tubbo was joking, all that was left it was silence.

“Tubbo…. That’s a month.”

“But it's the right month.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Are you sure of that, boss man?”

Fundy just stared, kinda worried for Tubbo, cake still in hands. “Today is July 7th.”

“Hm…”

They just stood there, Fundy being able to see the cogs turning in Tubbo’s head. Finally, it clicked. “Oh fuck! Today is July 7th!”

“Yes it is!”

“It’s our birthday!”

“Yeah!!!”

“Holy shit… I haven’t celebrated it since…”

Tubbo shut, eyes unfocused. Since L’Manberg was done. Since last time, at a tiny office with the height of presidential work on his shoulders.

“I know, I haven’t either.”

They faced each other again, and it was different now. It was a look that only them could have, suffering all of that. The cramped days at the van, L’Manberg, Schlatt, New L’Manberg. They could say something about it, some apologies, some “I missed it”, but they weren’t like that.

“I have a couple of cookies and regen potions at the back. Want me to get a couple of them for us two?” Tubbo smiled a little, trying to get back to their old routine.

“It's us three. There’s another birthday boy outside.”

“Wait, who?”

Purpled conveniently walked towards Fundy’s side, giving Tubbo a little wave. “Make it four, actually.” He showed the communicator. “I called Punz, also a ‘birthday boy’” He made quote marks in the air.

“Why do so many of us have the same birthday?” Fundy asked to no one in particular. Tubbo just shrugged, but Purpled had something to say about it.

“I mean, it’s not my actual birthday. I have no idea of when my birthday would be in this world.” He casually said, antennas slightly glowing in the night. “So, I just decided to snatch Punz’”

“Dude, I wish it was this easy to change birthdays.” Tubbo said, thinking. I’d change to something like…”

“4/20.”

“Fundy, you’re a genius”

“I know.”

Purpled smiled a little listening to them talking. It was comfortable, somehow, being part of something like that, even for one night. “I should have gone for 10/10” He added to the talk, taking out some blocks and starting to build a little desk for them to place the cake, outside of both Las Nevadas and the Cookie Outpost. Tubbo laughed, thinking about other funny birthdays while automatically helping. Fundy placed the cake on top of the desk, just staring.

“Wait. We have orange, purple and green. What’s Punz’ color?”

Purpled thought about it, but Tubbo already had a solution “The icing is white. He is white. Solved.”

“I’m what?”

Punz appeared out of nowhere, probably from an enderpearl. “You’re white, like the icing.” Tubbo explained.

“Also, you’re a birthday boy.” Fundy helped.

“There’s four of us” Purpled finalized.

Punz just stared at all four, letting out a sigh and taking off his armour. "Really, Purpled? I thought you were in trouble.”

“I’m never in trouble, you should be smarter than this.”

“You just… decided to throw a party?”

Purpled shaked his head, pointing towards Fundy. “It was his idea.”

Punz looked at the other two, they were arguing over the number of candles. Fundy wanted to put only four, Tubbo wanted to put as many as it could fit. For a moment, Punz could see two different people there, fighting over stupid shit as a third one just stared, amused. It was so familiar, but so different. It hurt.

“But hey, you don’t have to stay if you doesn’t wa-”

“Get me a chair, it’s free food.”

Purpled smiled, a real one for once, and gave him a chair.

The four of them sat on the table, Fundy being the one to stood up after finally settling with a normal amount of candles on the cake.

“Ok, now we sing.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“We ain’t singing, bossman”

“It’s sad if it's for ourselves.”

“It’s not??”

Purpled saw this banter would drag until sunrise, so he picked a bottle, catching everyone's attention.

“Lets keep it simple, boys. Happy Birthday to us.”

Punz gave him a small smile back, grabbing a potion for himself. “We made it through another year, what a win.”

Tubbo laughed to himself, joining the toast. “Still one life left, gotta keep like that until next year.”

Fundy was the last one, a grateful smile on his face. “Glad we have each other this time.”

“If the cake is good, I will come to next year’s party.”

“So it was nice meeting you, Punz.” Tubbo joked, making the rest of the table laugh a little.

And there they stayed until the sunrise slowly appeared in the distance, bathing them in a golden, lazy light.

“Damn, this was fun.”

“Not the best cake, but I’ll come back.”

“Fuck off.”

Tubbo was asleep on the table, finally able to relax. Fundy poked him, with no reaction.

“I can carry him inside, don’t worry.” Punz guaranteed, getting up.

“Thanks man, I have to go before my kid wakes up.” Fundy smiled, getting the empty cake plate.

“You have a kid?”

“Yeah, his name is Yogurt and that gremlin needs to be kept on a leash.” Purpled interrupted, earning a weak slap from Fundy. “Shut up, my kid is not a gremlin, he has just a lot of energy.”

Punz laughed, picking up Tubbo like a sack of potatoes, still with no response. “Thanks for the party, guys.”

Fundy smiled back, waving. “Happy birthday, Punz.”

“Happy birthday, boys.”

And they walked in opposite paths.

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That day, the JD was pretty busy. Both you and Zuko were running around like crazy people, fulfilling orders and cleaning up after guests. It was stressful, yes, but holy shit you guys worked so well together! As you took the orders, Zuko would listen with half an ear. The drinks and pastries would be all set on a tray as soon as they were needed, where you would then trade his full tray for your tray full with dirty dishes, which were then handed to Azula who was on dish duty for the day.

Everything was running like a well-oiled machine; Azula let you know as much with some comments during the day. Those comments were hard to describe... They felt almost snide, but you could tell she was at least trying to be genuine, so you just smiled back at her and were your general cheery self.

When things started winding down, and Azula's shift ended, you and Zuko shared a few conversations when nothing else needed to be done. You were exhausted after the first six hours of your eight hour shift were a constant rush, but the conversations shared with him somehow made it all worth it.

"So obviously, I had to let her know she was being a nutcase, but I had to be nice even if she was a witch," you rambled on, talking about an earlier customer who could probably be described as a Karen.

"As you do," Zuko teased, and you swatted his arm.

"Yes, sometimes you do! Stop making fun of me," you whined, pouting at him. Zuko went quiet for a little, just staring at you, so you stopped pouting and huffed. "Anyway, I kindly let her know that even if I wanted to provide her with a fresh smoothie with grapefruit, we didn't have grapefruit. And even if we did, we don't have a blender or an actual recipe to satisfy her needs, and the smoothie shop down the freaking road would probably happily serve her a smoothie containing grapefruit. And then, can you guess what she did? "

Zuko raised an eyebrow. "Ask to talk to the manager?"

"YES! The nerve of some people, I'm just so tired. So then I sent her to talk to Azula," you finished, smirking.

At this, Zuko burst out laughing. You grinned, because you didn't think anything in the world was as beautiful as this boy laughing. He wasn't one to laugh for the sake of laughing, so when he did, you knew it was genuine.

There were many little things like that which you had picked up on during the past month working at the Jasmine Dragon. He was extremely punctual, but was fairly forgiving of others. He liked routine and order, but didn't get upset with chaos as long as he could have his own neat little bubble. He didn't mind cleaning up after others; in fact, he preferred it. And above all, he was kind.

The afternoon started bleeding into evening, and you discussed everything under the sun, from your love of everything cute and fluffy to you recommending a sleepy time tea for his insomnia. You had a pack with you, and offered him a bag. He smiled cutely, and you felt your heart melt a little. Damn it.

~*~

As soon as you guys closed the shop after the last customer, you could leave. The evening had been really slow, surprisingly, and everything that would normally need to get done after closing was already taken care of. So you both grabbed your things and went to Zuko's car. It was fairly cold outside so late in the evening, and you tried to suppress your shivers so he wouldn't see. Of course, though, he did.

"You okay?" he asked, a bit concerned.

"Oh, yeah, it's nothing. Just a big contrast to the heat when working with tea," you joked, and he chuckled.

"I suppose," he hummed as he turned the heat up in the car.

Some soft music played in the background the entire ride back, but honestly, you couldn't even tell what it was - you were nervous. And it didn't help that he folded up his sleeves to his elbows while driving, because damn; that did things to you.

Once you pulled over to park and go inside, he handed you his hoodie, no questions asked. You took it reluctantly, but pulled it on anyway. It smelled like him - firewood and something so warm and sweet, you couldn't describe it.

"So, this is my place. It's not much, but I don't need much," Zuko introduced once you came in through the door.

It was a modern apartment - everything was black and white, with a few paintings here and there. It was fairly small, seemed like a one bedroom apartment, but it was still nicer than anything you could even hope for in the near future.

"It's really nice, Zuzu, I like it," you replied, beaming a smile up at him. He smiled back. "So I brought a change of clothes, and figured that maybe I could use your bathroom to change?" you asked after a few moments of silence.

"Y-yes, of course," he stammered, and showed you to a bathroom.

You thanked him, and went to change. It wasn't anything extraordinary, you were only watching a movie after all, but you hadn't exactly brought your worst chill-at-home clothes. A pair of yoga pants and a tank top, and you decided to put on Zuko's hoodie again - you hoped he wouldn't mind.

When you were done changing you brushed your hair, putting it in a messy bun on top of your head, before heading back out into the living room/kitchen. The apartment was open plan, after all.

"Alright, so I don't own the movie, but I did bring my laptop and my Disney+ account, so I figured it would do," you joked, and Zuko turned around with a bowl of popcorn in his hands. And then he froze.

It was quiet for a few beats. You took the time to appreciate the man in those damn grey sweats again, and a normal t-shirt. Spirits, did he make everything look good?

After a moment he blinked a few times, then shook his head so slightly you could have missed it; but of course you didn't, because you were very observant when it came to this man.

"Uhm, sure. Sounds good," he replied once he gathered his thoughts, and you suddenly struck by a realization.

"Oh sorry, I should have asked if I could use this," you mumbled, gesturing at the hoodie adorning your body while blushing a little. "I can take it off if you-"

"NO!" Zuko almost shouted, and you jumped a little. He cleared his throat. "No, it's fine."

You smiled shyly before unpacking your laptop and setting up the movie, sitting down on the couch. Zuko joined you soon after, and seeing as you were watching on a laptop, you had to scooch in pretty close. At first you blushed, asking if it was okay, to which he just nodded, and then you fell into silence while watching the movie.

Halfway through, your head hit his shoulder, as you were getting pretty tired. He stiffened at first, but then he relaxed even more, and you stayed like that. He leaned his head on top of yours and you sighed, eyes drooping more and more. Before falling asleep, you registered a deep hum of contentment combined with strong arms wrapping around you tightly, squeezing you a little.

TEAMWORK | part 7

A/N: i decided to write this movie night, too! i hope you guys like my "actual" writing too, not just the texts :p also, i'm almost at 40 followers which??? crazy??? thank you all! lmk if you want to be added to the taglist <3

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[dex-xe]

ahhhhh I'm LOVING these little fics, they're wonderful!! if you're still taking requests and are up for it, maybe "you're just a softie" with fanny and mary? :o

Mary & Kitty Fluff #10: “Stop moving and let me braid your hair.”

Fanny & Mary Fluff #37: “You’re just a softie.”

(I’m not thrilled with how this one turnedout but I think it’s soft and cute anyway. I have no idea what a girly sleepover consists of,, I have never been to one so someone please enlighten me XD This was posted on ao3 first btw,, as are all my fics - usually about 2/3 days before they’re up on here)

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After months of begging, Kitty’s fabled 8th of March arrived. Alison had actually decided to bring the date forward by a considerable few moths, feeling guilty about denying Kitty what she had been unable to do for over 200 years: her beloved sleepover.

Alison gathered as many spare pillows and blankets as she could find around the house and piled them onto Kitty’s bedroom floor. She’d had Mike attach fairy lights across the ceiling, creating a low canopy of glowing lights across the room.

Before inviting Kitty, Mary, and even Fanny into the room for her planned girly evening, Alison had had to sit the rambunctious boys down (of which she included Mike) and tell them under no circumstances to enter Kitty’s room. Robin had tried multiple times to join in, Pat had insisted that the next sleepover be for everyone, Julian had even called discrimination - a concept he was familiar with but it was new and novel to be on the receiving end. But after placing ‘keep out or else no TV’ signs on the door, Alison felt confident they wouldn’t interrupt.

“Oh, this is so exciting!” Kitty exclaimed, throwing herself down on the bed beside Mary, smiling brightly at Alison. “I’ve never been to a proper sleepover before! Have you, Alison?”

“When I was at school, sure,” Alison plonked herself down on the floor, wrapping a duvet around her to keep her warm under her pyjamas. “Never one with a bunch of dead people though, at least not to my knowledge.”

“What precisely do these nights consist of, Alison?” Fanny asked, perching on the chair beside Kitty’s desk.

“Well, you eat way too many snacks, which I guess isn’t possible. And give makeovers, again not exactly doable. But we can play games and talk about boys, right Kitty?”

“Yes please!” Kitty squealed. “We can give makeovers!”

“We can?” Alison questioned.

“Can I do your hair, Mary? I’m rather good at it, my sister always asked me to do hers. She would never do mine though, it’s a shame she never quite had the time.”

“Alright,” Mary said nervously, glancing at Alison.

Kitty squeaked and reached into her breast pocket to draw out a small tin compact with a tiny fold out comb, an item she had been incredibly pleased to have followed her into the afterlife.

“Won’t it go back to normal soon?” Alison asked, pouring herself a small glass of lemonade.

“Oh I would imagine so, but I am rather good,” Kitty began to carefully brush knots out of Mary’s messy hair.

“So, a game!” Alison said, smiling to herself. “Snog, marry, avoid! The rules are: you get given three guys, literally any men but I suppose we should stick to the men of Button House, and you have to choose one to snog, one to marry, and one to avoid - as in you never get to see them again.”

“What be a snog?” Mary asked, flinching away as Kitty hit a knot in her scraggly hair.

“Stop moving and let me braid your hair!” Kitty gently pulled her back.

“A snog is like a really passionate kiss,” Alison chuckled, watching Fanny pull a face.

“This game is abhorrent!” She scoffed. “I’ll play no part in it!”

“We shan’t tell anyone what you say!” Kitty said with a high-pitched giggle. “I promise! Oh please, Lady Button, we won’t tell if you decide to kiss Julian or someone!”

“If you’re going to scoff at the games, you’ll have to leave. This is Kitty’s sleepover really, don’t spoil it!”

“No, I shan’t spoil it,” she pursed her lips and glared at Alison. “But I reserve my right to not ‘snog’, as you so horrifically put it, anyone.”

“If it will stop you complaining,” Alison said.

“Then I shall ask first, yes?” Fanny contemplated for a moment before turning to Mary perched on the edge of the grandma-duvet bed opposite her. “Mary: you must choose between Robin, and Julian. Yes, and Michael!”

Alison spluttered on her lemonade, “can we not include my husband in the game?”

“Well, you did say ‘any man’, did you not?” Fanny asked.

“I’d snog yer husband!” Mary exclaimed, drawing raucous giggles from Kitty behind her who collapsed back onto the bed, her head fazing through the pillows.

“I regret every decision that has brought me to this moment,” Alison groaned, still smirking into her glass.

“And I marry Robin, cause he be funny and make a good husband,” Mary nodded as if she was saying something incredibly wise and philosophical.

“And then avoid Julian? I can get on board with that,” Alison grinned.

“I woul’ rather he fall mysteriously from a window than marry him,” Mary smiled.

“That’s a fair decision,” Alison said.

“Reasonable choice,” Fanny agreed.

“It be you’re turn, Kitty,” Mary leant back to look Kitty in the eyes. “Pat, yeah? Humphrey, or Thomas?”

Kitty brushed through Mary’s dark hair contemplating for a minute before she came to a predictably Kitty conclusion: “this game is so cruel! I don’t want to avoid anyone, can I marry them all please?!” She cried.

“Absolutely not!” Fanny chastised.

“Good to see you’re getting into the game!” Alison said.

“Polygamy, even in game form, is always unacceptable!” Fanny said.

“I would marry Pat, he seems like a good husband,” Kitty said. The others hummed in agreement, the stories they had all heard of Pat’s life certainly gave off that picture. “And then I would do the... the kiss with Thomas!” Kitty giggled her way through her sentence, but quickly sobered up when reality hit. “Oh no! Oh gosh, then I must avoid Humphrey! No, I can’t leave Humphrey!”

“It’s not real, Kitty,” Alison decided to reassure her rather than laugh. “None of us would ever want to leave Humphrey.” Kitty nodded slowly, dropping the comb she was using to her side and beginning to twist Mary’s dark locks between her fingers. “You have to choose people for me now!”

Kitty stopped to think: “Okay! The Captain, Pat, and Thomas.”

“Modern men for you Alison,” Fanny nodded.

“I’m not sure I’m really the Captain’s type! Don’t reckon he’s ever even looked twice at me!” Alison laughed. Fanny glared at Alison, pressurising her into not going any further with that idea but both Mary and Kitty looked confused at her. “Never mind, so I would definitely marry Pat, I feel like he’d get on my tits less than the others!”

“How dare you talk of Patrick like that? Abhorrent language!” Fanny cried.

“It’s a phrase! It means get on your nerves! Christ, I’d never- I don’t even want to think about Pat- he’s my friend!” Kitty and Mary screeched with laughter as Alison’s cheeks turned more crimson by the second as she buried herself further into the duvet heap. “No more thinking about Pat, thank you! I’d snog Thomas cause I reckon it would literally make his life complete, and then leave the Captain to court... his type.”

“Now, Alison, the Captain is a good man and shouldn’t be written off. He would make a virtuous husband and deserves enjoyment he was denied in life,” Fanny objected.

“Oh I don’t doubt that,” Alison muttered, barely above a whisper with a sneaky smirk plastering her face. “But I am beginning to see how your marriage went so poorly!”

“What?!” Fanny screeched.

“Look!” Kitty said, manhandling Mary slightly roughly to turn her around to show her hair. “I think this is the best I’ve ever done! Look how wonderful this is, Alison!”

Alison jumped up off the floor to inspect Kitty’s hard work: “woah, that is pretty good! Very neat, Kitty, I wish you could do mine!”

“Oh, I wish that too, Alison!”

“Okay, final round!” Alison threw herself back down onto her duvet. “Fanny: Captain - seeing as you have such affection for him, Humphrey, or-“ Alison paused, contemplating who Fanny would hate the most. “Or Julian!” She finished triumphantly.

“Avoid, Julian!” Fanny responded without missing a beat. “And I would not participate in your ‘snog’ with anyone.”

“What, so you’d marry both Humphrey and the Captain?” Alison teased, remembering the disgust that had overrun Fanny when discussing bigamy. She took a small sip of her lemonade and watched as horror spread across Fanny’s face.

“Absolutely not!” Fanny cried.

“So, who will you marry?” Mary questioned.

“Humphrey is lovely, although it might be a little unusual to have a headless husband,” Kitty commented. “But the Captain is also very nice when he wants to be, even if he can be a tiny bit controlling. Occasionally.”

“Well, after my George I think Humphrey would make a welcome break. I am not in need of controlling, thank you!” Fanny nodded wisely. “Humphrey, I believe, was greatly unhappy in his own marriage as well. We spoke at the wedding and he gave me some... rather interesting advice. A thoroughly decent fellow, I believe.”

“You’re just a softie!” Mary commented, looking to Kitty for approval who giggled softly still fiddling with Mary’s braids which were coming untwisted as they were unsecured.

“I’m surprised you didn’t want to get with Julian?” The other three all turned to Alison, who was lying, legs-crossed on the floor smirking up at Fanny. “Well, he’s certainly got the moves to ‘get to know you’ as you said.”

Mary and Kitty collapsed into giggles, clutching at each other from their position on the bed and doubling over with laughter. Fanny’s face crumpled into disgust, before a tiny, hidden smile spread across her face.

Alison continued to tease, digging into a couple of details as what Julian might get up to, causing even more laughter including from Fanny who couldn’t quite maintain the stoic, stony expression as Alison talked.

***

“What are they saying?”

“Shut up, Julian, so I can hear!” The Captain snapped. He was leaning out of the TV room door trying to catch wind of the discussion taking place only a few doors down. Robin also had his head popping through the door, below the Captain also listening intently. They had relocated from the common room to be closer to the secret rendezvous they had been banned from.

“Aw man!” Mike cried. “Fourth loss of the night!” He threw the Xbox controller down onto the sofa beside him and rested his head back, frustrated at his poor performance.

“Bad luck, mate,” Pat said from the chair beside him. He’d taken up the role of Mike’s cheerleader, having convinced himself that he’d be a rather good gamer if he’d been able to play in life. His night of imagining he was playing kept being interrupted by the others creating plans to listen in to Alison. He turned to face the Captain, Robin, and Julian at the door to see the Captain straining around the doorframe. “Guys, stop trying to eavesdrop. It’s a girls night!”

“Hush, Patrick!” The Captain said. “I think I heard your name a moment ago.”

Pat jumped up and sped to the door, finally taking interest: “what do you reckon they’re talking about?”

The house erupted with life as uncontrollable laughter floated down the hallway, pulling silence across the TV room. Mike stood behind where the ghosts were focussed the laughter, listening to only to his wife’s giggles.

“Sleepover with some ghosts, huh?” He mumbled. “This house is weird, man!”

“Mmhm,” Pat hummed.

“I agree,” the Captain said.

“Is strange place,” Robin agreed.

Mike flicked off the TV and walked straight through the men, causing them to double over in nausea.

“Weird place,” he muttered.

[lucarioisinthevoid]

I really love your writing. I'm sure I asked other people as well but could you give advice on how to write stories/fanfic and how you do yours. Also how to find someone who could help me edit it if it has mistakes I miss. well I don't know if the way I'm asking is confusing but I wanna try improving mine. - 🍪 (oh yeah btw the emoji is just a symbol I use at the end of what I'm saying. So mine is the cookie emoji)

Aw, man, this is the first Anon who ever gave me a calling card :0Hey there cookie, I’m glad you’re having fun here! Nothing is confusing about your ask, don’t worry!Believe it or not, nobody asked until now, probably because I openly broadcast how little of a clue I have. I’m pretty convinced that it’s pure, dumb luck that I happen to write in a style people enjoy- but if you want to have the little tips that I do have:Look at the writing you enjoy! For me it was Terry Pratchetts many works... I enjoyed his writing, I enjoyed his humor and generally read a lot of it- things got stuck eventually. I also found a fanfic I instantly fell in love with: “Above and Below” it’s CRAZY long but it made me laugh so often and so hard... I found it before dayshift and it motivated me to play around more with absurdist humor and lack of conventions within my writing. But those are just for me! If you write, I bet you love to read! So go back to your favorite books and see what made them so special to you!For the characters: Draw out of your own emotions. Talk about things you want to talk about. Loss, regret, feeling inadiquate... happiness, loyality, casual teasing between your friends, being strengthened by hopes and dreams and positive surprises... You don’t have to have experienced all of these to write about them, if you can feel them. Give the good characters flaws. Give the bad characters good traits, or at least make sure you yourself understand why they do the things they do. It’s okay to be able to relate to bad thoughts and urges, no matter how  little or much. It makes us able to work against it. For the story: Write what you want to read. Yes. Not everyone will love the poor fluff coffee shop AU. But there will be people CRAVING it and be so happy and so invested in it that you will actually improve their lives. Yes. Not everyone can stomach the angst fanfic that goes from bad to worse with seemingly no break, but there will people who NEED this bitterness, to be lead to that one ray of light. Don’t worry about what people want to see. It’s okay to ask them for inspiration, hell, challenges can be good! But in the end, you won’t believe how many people will love you simply for what you yourself created.I myself still can’t believe the people who told me that my fic got them through a tough time. It’s madness, but that’s just how people are. If you write honestly, you will meet people with a similar mindest to you also, which is a TOTAL plus. I’m so happy abotu everyone I got to talk to, thanks to my fanfic. And I myself can’t be more grateful for their presence in my life. Last but not least: You will make mistakes. You will look back over your story and think “NO, DAMMIT, I SHOULD HAVE SET THIS UP DIFFERENT, THIS SHOULD HAVE NEVER HAVE HAPPENED, THIS CHARACTER IS SO EMBARASSING-” Stop that. It’s okay. Flaws are endearing, nothing is perfect. Put your heart into it and people will find themselves rooting for your characters even if they started out “silly”. You’ll improve! You’ll rework your story in your head, but will have to work with what you established already.And you know what?People will love you for it. This last advice is simple: Don’t hesitate. Start it. Let it flow onto the paper, and if you don’t like what you see, hell- you can rework it later! Being critical is good. Trying to be perfect isn’t.I’m sorry if these don’t help a lot. I’d LOVE to see some writing by you though! You seem to be writing nicely already if your ask is any clue ;3And to the beta reader issue, uh...... if only I knew. The people who beta read for me don’t really have the time anymore. You should just put it at the end of your fic that you’d like someone to help, you’d be surprised how willing people are!And I mean... I could help out, especially if it’s dayshift! If it’s anything else, I might not be able to help with the characters, but I’d totally be here to help anyways if you’d want that!>Almost forget to answer how I do mine. Not very structured, again, I have a lot of regrets about my stuff because I generally just throw in things that I think are neat, heh. Well, I usually plan specific moments for my work and then write around them. Those specific moments usually go first- then I decide on the theme of the chapter itself (more lighthearted, more serious, lots of plot or a bit of nonsense fun?) and then come up with what they go through based on that... after considering if I can fit it into the greater arc. That mostly isn’t to important though, since sole situation usually are only character development, not plot development. I write the characters... well, I just try to let them naturally talk, while gently nudging them into the direction I want them to go in. I know how Mike would react to anything, how Dave would react, how any of them would react. And then I mix and match situations and interactions!Sorry for rambling, I hope this was REMOTELY helpful Cookie! I hope to see you around sometimes again!

[pbandjesse]

So i might be mildly allergic to hazel nuts?? I had a chocolate bar with hazelnut in it and my face and chest got really itchy and splotchy and hot and red. It was kind of scary. I went to the bathroom and wash my face. I got a paper towel and just kind of held cold water on myself for a while. But nothing was helping. So I kind of went over to Tiffany and was just like help?. And she went totally mom mode on me. Which is exactly what I needed in that moment. And thankfully everyone in the room was very concerned. I don't know why I was so anxious just to ask if anyone had a Benadryl but thankfully someone did and I took that and felt better. But now I guess I got to watch out for hazelnuts?

The rest of the day wasn't nearly as interesting. I mean it was still a good day but nothing terribly exciting happened. I slept okay and woke up early. I got dressed and left here around 8:15. I went over to CVS to pick up needle and thread and then went over to Dunkin Donuts for breakfast. The bus is supposed to come at 9:05. The bus actually came at 9:35. So another day where I waited almost 40 minutes for the bus. And that was after sitting in Dunkin' donuts and eating my bagel for 15 minutes. So I was not terribly pleased.

But because I was excited about winning some money last night I bought munchkins for everyone and no one cared that I was late. We were just working on lesson plans. But I got to tell everyone what happened and they were all very excited for me and it's cool being able to talk about some of the stuff went went down when I lived in Minneapolis. And then it was just a good working morning.

I wasn't in the mindset to be typing yet. So I spent a little time drawing my dumb Furby tattoo idea. It's not dumb! I don't like that I've been feeling self-conscious about my hobbies lately. I'm trying not to use negative language to associate with them. I'm actually very excited about my little drawing. The idea is that it's patches the clock Furby. And because her screen doesn't work anymore my idea is to have the screen display the word love in digital font. Because love is stored in the Furby. So I think I'm going to get two tattoos in the fall. They're both going to be small but I'm excited about them. My arm tattoo is been feeling kind of like it's missing pieces lately. It'll be nice to have more filling on the half sleeve.

I finished my lesson plan mostly. I want to go over it a little bit more tomorrow just to make sure everything is okay and everyone understands what I'm hoping for in the project. I also finished all of my power points I wanted to make. And got some laughs out of Marcus because on the what we expect for you PowerPoint we created I specifically looked for pictures and clipart of teachers at chalkboards. I found a white lady that had brown hair. And I specifically search for a black man. So that we would have representation on the board of us. And he thought that was so funny. Actually made him laugh a few times today. The other time was when he told me he didn't want to eat any more munchkins because he was trying to look good for the beach. Get his body back in shape. And I told him that the beach is going to get whatever kind of body I bring it, just complete deadpan.

At lunch time we convince Marshall to buy us all food. Me and the other Jessica we're having a dance off and it was all very silly and there was a good time. We walked over to the Chinese place. Then some people broke off to go get Subway. And others to get pizza. It was fun being out with everyone.

We all got back and we ate and then it was to work again. I spent pretty much the rest of the afternoon working on my example quilt square. It's basically a miniature crazy quilt representing what they're larger crazy quilt might look like. First I found pieces I like and I cut them into squares. I sew them together. And then I took all of that and cut it up into pieces. And then I sewed it together again. I'm very pleased. Because there's triangles and squares and rectangles and I think it looks really neat. Once I feel like all of its own together well enough I'm going to go back in and bead some and paint some and embroider an applique some. So that the kids can hold it and kind of have a better idea of what I'm hoping that their quilt will look like.

I stayed for a while. My allergic reaction happen during that time too. But I still got a lot done. I didn't finish showing it. I'm going to have to do that tomorrow but I pinned everything up at least for what I didn't so. We didn't have any straight pain so I had to use an entire pack of sewing needles but that's okay. I've done worse.

We finished up at 3. I cleaned up and then fitsum took me home. I was overheated outside. The humidity and rain this week has been Wild. It just feels very heavy when you're outside. As soon as I leave the safety of the box fan. That's terrible. So when I got here I was kind of uncomfortable. But I got cleaned up and put some stuff away. There was going to be a showing at my apartment at 5 and I did not want to be here. So at 4:30 I left.

I walk to the health food store to pick up new soap and some vegetarian beef jerky. I had a nice conversation about Alexander Calder with the guy at the counter. And then I went to Chipotle for nachos. I was upset when I left you pull it though because I was open the door some idiot on a scooter was right at 5 and I almost hit her with the door. She should not have been on the sidewalk and she specifically should have been that close to the door! I could have really hurt her. So I was a little frazzled when I got back to James.

But I got there and cooled off. I took a shower. And then I worked on Hemming / resizing the jumpsuit that I bought like a month ago. Finally figured out how to take in the legs and the crotch area because it just was a mess. Took me about an hour and a half total to pin, cut, and sew it. But once I did I was very happy. It looks really good now. Not work appropriate but I'm very excited to have it anyway. I did use an entire spool of thread today though. It was a little spool but still.

I laid in bed and watched videos. James got back around 6:30. He took a shower and then he made us Falafel for dinner. He made whipped garlic. Which I can still taste even though I brush my teeth twice. But it was really good and then we just hung out for a while.

I came home around 9. I took another shower. Just to rinse off. And I've just been hanging out with CP since then. I took all of the charms off of my charm bracelet and put them on a necklace. I think that I'm more likely to wear it right now that way. And I think I'm going to get ready to go to sleep now. I feel very tired. Tomorrow's our last lesson plan day as a group. It's been a really nice day though. A really nice week. I hope you all sleep great tonight. Be safe out there. Have fun

[bellafragolina]

Don't worry, the other caretakers of the orphanage continued Makoto's legacy as the mom figure. Because they assumed she was caught in a crossfire of the war...nah but god just yoinked her away

(I believe if there's a dimension where characters roles could be swaped, there's also a possibility that a world without Pokemon exist, where they just see Pokemons as fairytake creatures and myths but Arceus could still oversee it and is seen as a god there. Pokemon: Multiverse created by fence llama an its dragon kids to maintain balance)

The children in the orphanage grew up fine and well despite missing a memorable caretaker that genuinely loves back them in the hard times

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You give me an idea of Makoto and Akari in modern Sinnoh, Akari slowly remembering what's what and Makoto only recognize...vehicles

Makoto: I don't recognize any of these! I know the vehicles, but it's interesting how different they work compared to where I think I'm from

Akari: some even use Pokemon moves to power it, isn't that neat!

Makoto: oh yet it is! But those are trains right? Where are its chimney?

Akari: *surprised Pikachu face*

Watch her cry with pride when Makoto sees Clay and knows his reputation. Businessman, passion for covering themselves with dirt, ground types, the King of the Underground, she can definitely see her son in him she's so proud-

The awkwardness when they meet Cynthia, she's pure and didn't fall into madness! He demeanor reminded them of Cogita but... Blonde, and her team minus Milotic, oops. But Cynthia and Makoto click really well!

Akari: what did Volo do to you?

Makoto: I haven't even seen him since that incident

Akari: so she's from Cogita then... I'm still suspicious

Museum time! 30% enjoying how Hisui progressed 70% avoiding glances on why they look really similar with the two heroes because they are

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A little stuff of Makoto's current descendants

Skia and Damian are twins born in midnight, while most manage to be born on the same day, both of them weren't in this case since Skia was born first and when the hour strikes past 00:00 Damian came suit

Makoto's reckless and headstrong side made it to Damian as for her bubbly and dangerous could come off as murderous caring side went to Skia. They both wore Gakuran caps and wore similar pendants, it is said that their father gave them because it would make their great-great grandfather happy, until now they believe they're drop shaped pendants made by their gramp for his family in later generation

No, don't make them stay in one place for a very long period of time, they can't stay in one place when there are much more Pokemons to meet! Damian is more tolerant to staying in one place but still, his older twin sis' brain just needs to be scratched for its itching curiosity

Their carmine red eyes are warnings, push their buttons and those eyes wouldn't be beautiful anymore. Someone actually saw that from Skia but didn't manage to live and tell the tale...literally

One of them mostly made their way all the way to Spear Pillar just to sit down and look at Sinnoh from above despite the thick clouds, "I'd like to imagine that this place used to be very beautiful" she said

Now let's wait until they saw the journals their ancestors in Hisui wrote

-🦀 anon

Oh thank god. I'm glad those kids are okay, though they miss their mom :( At least they know she didn't abandon them. Small miracles and all

I'd love a sitcom about Makoto and Akari's misadventures in the modern day where they figure out what's new, who's related to who, even meet Makoto's own descendants. A lot of bittersweet moments and tears to be shed, I'm sure. Plus, the shenanigans Makoto would get up to with her descendants.

Makoto with the shirt that says "this is my circus, and these are my monkeys!" and the twins each with a monkey shirt, lolol. cute <3

let them bond! let them go to the museum together and avoid strange stares and stuff lolol. there's a wax figurine of the hero and of Makoto and they make everyone uncomfortable lolol

~Renee

[juunshua]

Same love I'm still into never from broduce but prefer hands on me. Idk what to think about woojin's raps. Sometimes they fit into the song, sometimes the instrumental or lyrics makes it seems like it was haphazardly written to give the dancer oriented members something to vocalize. Energetic remains the only w1 song i can listen to without getting bored. No matter how much I'm into yoon jisung, jaehwan, or minhyun I can't seem to listen to their eps without my mind wandering elsewhere (1/).

If youre looking for a good tropical I would suggest Hollands Im afraid. He isnt the best singer but the songs arrangement and production is stellar. I know it's from last year but kards Hola Hola, even if i prefer ohnana, is also a stand out. Whats funny is that your criticisms of tropical house is exactly what I have been hearing other people say about oh my, how it's low energy and not engaging, esp for svt. It definitely took me a couple of listens to appreciate its place on the mini. (2/)Tbh exos Kokobop is the closest kpop has come to producing dancehall rather than tropical, even if the chorus is so much musically interesting than the verses. Hello texture! Idk about semina i feel like it falls flat but that may be because I was expecting something similar to their produce audition. I was really into chunghas debut song but her nasality turned me off so much. Please mh give her something lower so that she can sing well and have interesting choreo bc she has the talent (3/)I guess Im less harsh on songs released in summer because theyre supposed to be light and airy, hence the myriad of comebacks/debuts experienced/about to experience. (Hyorin and triple h has my heart though.) It's a lot of misses for me too so don't feel bad about not enjoying the majority. I guess thats the good thing about saturation. Sorry if this part feels disjointed from the previous messages as tumblr seems to be in the habit of eating transitional ones as seen in previous threads. (4)

omg jisung was my 1-pick from ep 1 i was so happy to see him make the final lineup laksdjf broduce was actually one of the reasons i got into svt. i got tired of poor vocals and i remembered that svt has boo? who is pretty darn good at singing? so i went to listen to him after listening to the mansae performances and ladjkf somehow i ended up where i am today. but hmm really? actually someone i know said something similar ahaha. i wouldnt know about rap flow or lyrics or anything, but he remains the only person in w1 that id consider a rapper. the rest of the ‘rappers’ are baritones and are rappers for the sole reason that they are baritones. not everyone could have pulled off ‘d i double f e r e n t’ ksjdfl like idk. i personally enjoy his execution of raps ahaha like in light, he raps the word ‘벅차올라’ in a way thats really reflective of the imagery of the word itself? to me he really brought that word to life and laskdjf i think thats the only reason i gave light a second try but to each their own^^. ahaha i think ive gotten used to most of w1s title track though (at least they dont have a tropical house title track). some of their none title tracks though are good! wannabe, even if the lyrics are a bit cringy, musically i really like! it was composed by the same people who wrote air for infinite and twinkle for lovelyz, both songs i adoreim afraid? hmm for me personally the chorus was kinda overwhelming i wasnt the biggest fan of that instrument (it kinda hurt my ear actually). i feel like the verses had something going for them but then the chorus hit and i just kinda idk lakdjf. also kard i know i tried listening to their music but really couldnt get into it. i think i prefer oh nana as well after listening to both songs but still not something thatd end up in my music library.hmm really? tropical house i think in general with the instruments as a genre really isnt my thing so idk if im really criticizing tropical house as much as im stating why i personally am not a fan of it? the genre as a whole really turns me off and ahaha im a simple person if a song isnt tropical house i will honestly give it more listens and more tries to get into it. gfriends sunny summer is gradually getting stuck in my head as summer ends for instance ahaha i might be jamming to it come december ahaha. all of w1s title tracks are another example. there are times though where ive gone back to a trop house song and ended up realllllyy liking it. actually thats literally the case with all trop house songs that i like ahah aksdjf but yeah its really hard to get it to me on first impression i think idk what it is about the genre but its not my thing. ahaha im not a professional musician at all so idk but i thought the drum line was pretty neat in oh my? some of the vocal melodic lines were super pretty to listen to. and with a lot of svt songs too, like the verses in oh my were not the same copy and paste sort of thing. it could have been low energy and not engaging, to me it really felt like the summer afternoon heat that kind of vibe, but still i think i could get some musical things from it? or smth idk what is dancehall? and ahaha semina actually reminded me of their produce audition a lot alkjsdf and hmm yeah it did fall a bit flat but hey its not trop house ahaha i think i was super excited about hearing that sort of genre again after such a long time the last people i can think of who were close to that genre was mamamoo back in like 2014/2015. semina does get catchy after u listen to it after a couple of times? or at least thats the way i felt it was to me personally (or maybe nayoung hypnotized me with whatever magic she usually does on me). chungha? nasally?? the only song i liked that she released was why dont you know but i didnt know she had a nasal voice? at least an obvious one at that? i think she has her nasal moments but ? has she gotten progressively more nasal after debut? i know she has a suPER heady mix is that whats clouding my hearing ahaha. oh actually now that i think about it, her voice always used to remind me of some mix between sica and taeyeon ahaha so i think i just got used to her voice and her nasality over the years. but honestly i dont think her nasality is that consistent? i think she should work on bringing her chest into her mix first ahaha thats her biggest problem as of rn for me. and tbh i dont mind her voice and her tone too much! but there are def songs where i just wished the singer was a stronger vocalist so then id enjoy the song akdjf bc thats happened where i like the song but the singer just kinda detracts from it so i think i get where ur coming from...ahh i feel u in her debut song i was so disappointed by the rap alsdkjf i was like ‘wow this could have been a neat dance break for her’ but nah we got a rap ahaha. shes a soprano though so idk if she should sing any lower as much as she should start challenging her technique with the range she sings in.hmm yeah i think as pop music progresses in general, for me its just going to be a majority of misses ahaha personally speaking from a personal enjoyment standpoint. im sure a lot of the songs i dont like have a lot of musical credibility to them (ie triple h and hyorin lksdjfl rip like i dont even know what music i like these days from kpop groups minus svt honestly. select songs will stand out to me sure but nothing as consistent as svt. my go to girl groups also released trop house this summer i was so sad :((( )

[the-fourth-knower]

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My Top Posts in 2021

#5

Diary of a lost doe, part 1

A short fic where my character Annabelle writes in diaries

Fresh off losing her parents, Annabelle Flaches must contend with trying to fend for herself and her baby sister Angelica. And with Angelica talking to a mysterious green orb when she thinks Annabelle isn’t watching, things are only at the tip of the iceberg.

This is for me and Aquillis’s “half and half” AU, our ‘main’ AU. not to be confused with Aqui’s pack universe which is her underground re-write.

Due to the length I'm splitting this into two parts. This is part 1, part 2 is here!

Diary Enry 1, Day I dunno.

Okay here it is. First diary entry I guess. Gotta keep it brief, writing instruements are hard.

Been a few months since that day. We’re doing fine. Angie started another garden. Moved to a new spot.

Got some new things for the house. Old car door and a tire. Not sure what I’ll do with the tire gonna use the door as part of wall.

Finished roof this morning. Good thing 2, might rain.

Angie still sleps bad if not next to me. Writing while she’s curled up. Wasn’t for scars on ear and having to sleep in same clothes she’d look like we’re still home.

Gotta sleep now.

Diary Entry 2

Maybe got a job. Illegal probs but $ is $

Angelica talked more today. Good sign? Maybe she relapses back into not talking but progress.

I never thought i’d miss her annoying stupid “hey lets go explore a cave and not tell anyone bout what we’ll do” self. Never thought about losing mum and pa ei

Shit crying. Bye.

Diary entry 3

Diary didn’t get too wet yesterday.Don’t think bout mom and pa it ends badly.

I can’t afford to break down even if Angie’s sleeping

If I break down then Angie will get upset

I won’t put her through it

I won’t

…

Diary entry 54

Had to leave town but am 600 $ richer

Angie’s quiet again. But she didn’t complain bout us leavin

gonna go for a city maybe. more risk but more money and places to live.

Jadetown’s the city. Dunno too much bout it but mum liked it.

Should get there in maybe a cuple weeks or so

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30 notes • Posted 2021-07-26 23:46:25 GMT

#4

I still find it funny that the SMMB place got publicly dragged by Roger Craig Smith for their bs.

32 notes • Posted 2021-07-05 18:56:24 GMT

#3

Sonic Adventure 2 but Eggman doesn't have a mech

He's just running around straight up punching stuff

His battles with Tails just go like this:

"You think you know machines? You know nothing, fool! I'm Eggman, the God of Destruction!"

Eggman punhces the Cyclone

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha hah!"

36 notes • Posted 2021-08-30 03:43:04 GMT

#2

Something random; are issues that people can have with various characterizations of Sonic characters be caused by the fact that the characterizations in the games have subtly changed from what they used to be?

41 notes • Posted 2021-08-25 15:07:17 GMT

#1

So Sonic Rangers is the new Sonic game, as of the moment (I'm not sure whether the name will be changed or not.) Some random conspiracy theory time!

1. The name "Sonic Rangers" suggests that possibly there could be multiple player characters. This is consistent with both Mania and Forces, though the latter is much more mixed in how it did that. Ideally, IF there are multiple characters then it might be handled better.

2. The plot is going to deal with ancient history and such. At least in part. Maybe not conspiratorial, but I'll count it until there is more official info released.

3. (Based off the one 4chan leak) The ghost girl is the ghost from Werehog Unleashed. Cause why not. And it'd be neat.

4. Eggman will eat a sub sandwich.

5. Zeti return??? I wouldn't be shocked.

6. Tails will breakdance. Why? Why not.

7. Two worlds actually gets addressed in the game, and in both versions and not left in just the Japanese or somewhere in extra materials.

8. IDW characters appear in the game. SoJ likes the IDW characters more than they did the Archie ones, so it's plausible. In theory.

9. Character creator returns? It was one of the more popular parts from Forces after all.

10. Matt Pat will make a game theory bideo.

That's just my random ass theories and predictions. If anyone else has any, feel free to add them.

42 notes • Posted 2021-05-28 16:48:43 GMT

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