#and its not just a white void anymore

[uniquezombiedestiny]

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[ritzyperry]

just found out that some people apparently think milo murphy's law is transmisogynistic, perry is bad ace rep because he's ace as the "safe" option for queer rep, dan and swampy are bigots who shoehorn all of their queerphobic rhetoric into all of their media, and that phineas and ferb was a bigot's paradise all along... it's joever

[strawberry-finches]

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[dcxdpdabbles]

#holiday requests

i wouldn't mind more royal consort if you're willing to write it

just sent a request for royal consort as anon

There was panic all around the room, but Danny couldn't focus on anything for too long with all his senses so overwhelmed. He was suspended in the air, power rolling through and over him in busts of electricity. He can feel himself being ripped apart, rearranged, and placed back in the same way he had been when he was fourteen, but this time, the feeling is prolonged.

The portal does so again and again and again until Danny can't tell what he is anymore. Oddly enough, it's relatively peaceful. There had been no ripping pain when his necklace and portal transmitter had connected, but there had been an overwhelming sense of cold.

It was as if Danny had been plunged into iced water, spreading across his body like a tidal wave. Danny would have almost relaxed into the portal's form if it wasn't for the pins and needles that followed each wave.

Maybe it was worse for Jaz, who was fully human when they did this to her, but Danny had Phantom to fall back on. In more ways than one, given the army his future self has summoned and the insane amount of killing intent that Phantom was broadcasting.

If he could pick up on it from within this ball of semi-consciousness, he bet everyone else was likely drowning in Phantom's rage.

The dead knights fling themselves towards the portal with gusto, slamming their swords and bodies against the force field. Each strict flung Danny further from reality, drawing them back into the welcoming void of numbness, only to be ripped back by another cold wave.

"Danny, focus!" Phantom voice boomed. "You have become the key! Close the damn portal!"

Danny blinks slowly, trying to comprehend what the words mean, until a bolt of lightning zaps out of his fingertips, twisting into the outer layer of the portal. It's then he knows the horrible truth.

The world's end is coming, and Danny is the cause of it. The portal makes a strange zapping sound before it starts stabilizing and expanding. The first large ship was passing through, leaning in like a bizarre docking ship.

"Danny!" Phantom yells, more than a bit desperate. His call reminds him of the future and what will come if he doesn't stop the monsters now. He curls his hands, grabbing the power that made him King, and yanks his arms together. His forearms shake from the effort, but he holds on, willing everything to return.

The air goes boom as the portal starts dragging things inwards instead of out, as he commands the thing to call back the aliens. The ships and the few foot soldiers- lizard-looking men- are yanked right out of the air and thrown back into a new white portal.

It takes Danny a moment to realize the animalistic screaming is coming from him as the portal slowly retracts all the energy it has thrown out. He wills the portal's power to retreat into his chest, overflowing his core with energy that spins and whirls in a tornado.

He instinctively curls up, wanting to escape the pain when he feels the cracks take shape in his core. The breaking apart of the center of his soul echoes through his skull, drowning out all other noise.

"No!" Phantom's horrified screech exploded into a ghostly Wail, ripping around the mother ship, attempting to push past. Since Danny yanked the edge inwards, it pushed beside Danny instead of through him. It had turned on its primary thrusters. The rockets burn against the strain of escaping Dany's gravitation pull and force their way through the small gap in the top left of the portal.

On the deck, more lizard-looking poachers are ripped to spreads. Their screams let Danny know Phantom had wanted them to die and die painfully. The Ghostly wail was a sonic attack, but it didn't skin enemies unless Phantom purposely rolled his tongue like that.

In a sense, Phantom had turned his wailing vibrations into whip lashes at a speed that only the Flash or Superman could outrun. The aliens had no chance.

Danny peeks through one pain-filled eye, watching as Phantom's lips curl, even as the poachers are scrambling to collect their dead. He knew that his future self hated these creatures, and they had ruined Earth in two short years, but he had not realized the amount of hate that burned in those glowing green eyes.

Hate enough that when Phantom started throwing glowing punches, the ground shook. The few people the Waynes hadn't been able to evaluate shouted as the King turned off the gravity. Everything started flouting, and Danny could even spot some cars outside lifting into the air.

Phantom didn't seem to notice as his features started melting into something inhuman, sharper, colder, and green glow expanding from his pupils across his entire eyes as punch after punch hit the force field.

A few scouter ships broke away from the portal, but they were quickly swarmed by the flouting undead soldiers who aggressively sliced the smaller vessels with their blades. Danny knew why his future self hated them, not the skeleton soldiers. Maybe they just like to fight.

A loud crack echoes through the room over ghostly wails, blowing wind, screams, and metal clacks. The sound is similar to breaking glass, shattering as Danny's core falls apart.

Danny's back arches as a scream that tears at his vocal cords is ripped from his throat. The portal around them crumbles, closing at the tip of the mother ship, tearing it apart. Just as it vanishes from sight, everyone floating around the Consort can see it slowly burst into flames on the other side.

The portal slams shut just as Phantom's fist shatters the force field. "NO!"

His head feels heavy, much too heavy for his neck, as he flouts up toward the torn-up ceiling. Gravity is still missing as Phantom swims towards him; his features melt back into more human ones as he wraps his arms around him. "You little idiot. Do you have any idea of what you just did?"

"Saved...Jazz," He manages to grunt out, smiling through the pain. Phantom's arms spam around him.

"You didn't just change the future. You rewrote our fate." As if on cue, Clockwork's amulet turns into dust. Phantom's timeline was gone.

He would have also turned to dust were he still in it, but since he was outside the timeline, Phantom would now live in this one as a permanent member.

Phantom's eyes soften. "You saved more than just Jazz. I'll send our armies to kill them off now that I saw which galaxy the rats were hiding in."

Danny's shaky smile wobbles as the numbness in his body starts to retreat. It leaves licks of burning, aching pain, and he whimpers, leaning his head against his counterpart's chest. "It hurts...."

"You shattered your core." Phantom whispers, almost as if he knows the loud noises hurt Danny's head. It thumped in time with his heartbeat, sending little shockwaves of agony through his bones. "We'll have to take you to FrostBite. But I can't take you without knowing who had the portal key. We can't risk them calling the army before our men finish them off. Pandora is leading the charge against them right now."

"Okay....it was the Wayne Butler who had the key. He needs help."

Phantom's arms tighten as furry rippled under his skin. "He's a dead man."

"No." Danny attempts to shake his head, but the motion is too much for his poor shot nerves. He thinks his fingertips are smoking when he curls one hand in Phantom's cape. "He was in the containment unit. An alien took his place. I think it was pretending to be him."

Phantom hums. "That was one of their favorite tactics. I chased them across the cosmos. I saw them collect other aliens on some protected planets, so they resorted to luring people away by using familiar faces."

Danny makes the same sound, half awake. "They stripped him naked. Covered him in triangles."

"Fuck. What color were the tringles?"

"Blue."

"They weren't going to sell him as a pet. They planned on marketing him a breeding bull or an expensive meat plater for aliens that like exotic animals. Likely due to the poor guy's age." Phantom hisses, pushing a floating table away from them. "What happened to the alien that was pretending to be him?"

"Killed him"

"Good job." Phantom pats his back. "Rest now. I'll handle the rest."

"Okay." Danny is releasing the few strands of consciousness when he hears Tim Drake's desperate call from Phantom's left. It's much closer than it should be, considering they were still flouting near where the once grand chandelier had hung.

"Your majesty! Please turn the gravity back on! The surrounding fifty miles radius is in a panic, and people are flouting away!"

Phantom sighs, his cape flaring dramatically as he adjusts Danny to snap his fingers. There are clacks and crashes as gravity yanks everything back to the floor. Phantom doesn't pay them any mind as a new green portal blooms in front of him, the swirling green like a calm lake surface, a welcoming difference to the zapping one of the enemy.

Phantom steps through, ignoring the cries of the humans. The portal closes on Tim's desperate "Please allow us to help the Consort!"

Strange, Thinks the injured Halfa. He shouldn't sound so close anymore. He should be on the ground somewhere.

Danny just knows they will be panicking about him being hurt. Didn't wars start because of similar situations whenever a royal visits a different country? Danny isn't too sure. His mind is fuzzy, and he's only awake because he hasn't been surrounded by darkness yet, but he's flouting near it."

Frostbite jumps to his feet with a slack jaw. He bends in a bow, stumbling around his desk's stacked scrolls and research papers.

"My King!" He cries, his eyes swinging back and forth between the two Dannies. The yeti bows again, a little more hesitant as he mutters, "And my other..... King? What is happening?"

"We need your help," Phantom tells him. "His soul core got shattered. I think he's dying."

Danny whimpers, only half aware of how serious this is. He doesn't want to die. Not like this. Please. Everyone still thinks he's married to himself. He'll forever be remembered as Phantom's Consort instead of all his other talents.

Like making one mean salsa.

Frostbite makes a sad, choking whine, but Phantom doesn't pay it any mind. He presses Danny closer, and the human can feel the vibrations of his voice on his chest as he demands. "Prepare your operation chambers. I'm giving him my core."

"But, My King, that would mean you....."

"I don't care. I didn't return to Earth expecting to live. This is a command from your King. Do it"

Danny fades away into the darkness, unable to protest Phantom's request. He goes limb in the strong arms of his future self, aching for the version of himself that saw his world destroyed and would not be able to see the peace their actions brought.

Frostbite's grim voice echoes in the darkness. "This is another way, my King, but we need a human sacrifice."

"I'll do it." A third, unexpected voice cuts in, and Danny identifies it as Tim Drake before he knows no more.

[auroralwriting]

second chances

bucky barnes x reader (no use of y/n, next-door-neighbor trope!)

you once came face-to-face with the winter soldier, will bucky barnes be any different?

word count: 1.6k. | no warnings

The Winter Soldier's face was etched into your mind since the day you'd seen him. It was one of those average days in New York, you'd just gone out for some shopping. Sometimes Avenger sightings were normal, but seeing Captain America in full sprint was a sure fire sign something was amiss. That was when the shooting began.

You were quick to move people, ducking them under tables, shooing them further up the street, making them take corners to evade the flying bullets. It was just an instinct, there were too many people who could get hurt.

Then, you saw him.

His face was covered by a mask, but that arm, his left arm! It was completely metal. That was one of the features you burned into your brain, along with his hair color, skin color, height. The pure adrenaline and fear had pushed you to stop, freeze in place, and memorize the man.

It was then you were ushered to move by the man you found out was The Falcon. You were safe, but the smoke, the bullets, the explosions, it was all muted and dull compared to The Winter Soldier.

Years had gone by, you'd been a victim to what they called The Blip. Five whole years had forced you to relocate to Brooklyn, some cheap ass apartment building you were sure was haunted. You'd been living there for five months, got some furniture, meet the neighbors, it was a place content with being home. The one aspect that kept you up was the empty apartment next to you. It had been rotting since you moved in, you wondered who would fill its void, make the place a home once more.

It didn't take more than those five months for your answer to appear. It was grocery day, a list in your pocket and your wallet in hand, you'd just stepped out the door. Turning around, there he was.

It had been so many years since that fateful day, but you knew that stance, the hair color, height, everything about him. Through a peek in his jacket, you saw the hint of metal.

It was obvious he knew what you were thinking. The way your breath was heavy, eyes widened, there was no way he didn't know exactly what was rushing though your mind. He opened his mouth, but you rushed down the hall before he could say anything. The elevator ride down was when it hit you; he was your neighbor.

It had taken a week and a half for Bucky to gather the courage to face you. That look in your eyes was pure fear, he knew it all too well. He'd checked his list a hundred times, but your name wasn't on it. Okay, maybe he'd done some light digging into you, just a quick ask of some of the neighbors and he learned your name. He'd never hurt you, but that also didn't mean you'd never encountered him, either.

White fur of his cat, Alpine, brushed between his legs. The cat stared at Bucky, giving a soft meow. Bucky sighed, scratching between her ears. "I know, girl." He sighed, "I just need to get it over with."

The walk to your next-door apartment felt like it took ages. Bucky felt himself ridden with guilt when he softly tapped his knuckles on the door.

With the chain lock still in place, the door was opened a crack. "What do you want?" Your voice came out quickly, but it was laced with fear.

"I just.. wanna say hi to my new neighbor?" Bucky hesitated. That wasn't what he had planned on saying.

The door closed, and Bucky almost turned away when he heard the familiar sound of the chain dropping. The door opened and you slipped your way through. "You want to say hi?" Your asked in disbelief.

Bucky rubbed the back of his neck with his flesh arm. "Uh, yes. And, uh, apologize. I know- I know you know who I am, was. And uh, I'm not that guy anymore. It's really complicated-"

"I have time," Your response took him back. You were looking at him expectantly, your door now pushed wide open. "Are you gonna come in?"

Bucky's story was unlike any you'd ever heard. He spoke in such detail, starting from the forties to now. You'd given him some water, a soda for yourself as you sat on your couch, listening to his whole story. By the end, you felt such sympathy for the guy. He even went as far as to show you his little book (it broke your heart even more when you were told it was Steve's), amends he needed to make, movies and music he needed to see. There was a lot more to him than you expected. Much to both of your surprises, a friendship had blossomed that very day.

From that moment on, anytime Bucky would leave to go cross another name off his list, Alpine would stay at your place. You kept her company, fed her, gave her water, loved on her. Then, sometimes you found yourself missing her, so, naturally, you began going 'round Bucky's to play with her while he was home. Eventually, he began to stay around you both, watching tv or making dinner for the three of you.

Sooner or later, you had clothes at Bucky's apartment, and he kept som at yours, too. It was just friendly, of course. You just spent so much time together that it was natural to keep some belongings at each other's places.

The real change was the night you heard the loudest knocking, no, pounding, you'd ever heard on your door. The adrenaline left you jumping out of bed to go see what was happening. Throwing open the door, a disheveled, sweaty, and tearful Bucky stood, chest heaving as his hands gently grasped your face. His eyes met yours, scanning all over your face as you softly shushed him. You lead him into your apartment and laid him down in your bed. You sat next to him until he fell back asleep. He'd told you his nightmares were bad, but never this bad. It left you feeling guilty leaving him all alone in a bed he'd never been in. So, you slipped under the sheets next to him, just so he would feel a sense of comfort when he woke up.

Then that became the new normal for a few weeks. Anytime Bucky would have a nightmare, he'd slip into your bed with the key you'd given him after the second jumpscare of his fists colliding with your door.

The biggest change in your odd friendship was the night Bucky showed up at ten, before either of you had gone to sleep.

"Bucky?" You called from your spot on the couch, watching as he walked in, clad in his pajama pants and loose, grey tee-shirt. He didn't look panicked yet, you were confused why he was here so late, yet so early.

The soldier gave you a small smile, "Hi," You watched as he fumbled with his fingers, "I was wondering if I could stay? Didn't feel right bein' alone tonight." And so he stayed.

That's when the new habit began. Occasional nightmare-induced sleepovers turned into spending every night together, slowly merging to his apartment, too. You'd bring a book or your phone as Bucky would watch whatever was on tv quietly, sometimes he'd read too. Spending the night together became the new normal, you didn't know how you'd gone so far in your life without being with him like this.

Like what, though?

I mean, sure, you slept over together, he'd cook you both meals, you basically shared custody of his cat, shared apartments. But.. what? That wasn't something just friends did, but you'd never gone as far as to do anything people who were more than friends did either. So, you avoided him for approximately three days before Bucky had you cornered.

"Doll, where've you been?" Bucky asked. You could see it in his eyes, the hurt. "Been missin' you. I haven't seen you 'round, lately."

You gave him a small shrug, "Just been busy, Bucky." you answered.

Bucky knew your schedule like the back of his hand. In fact, he probably knew it better than his own. Unless something sudden or serious came up, there was no way you'd been that busy, unless..

"Why are you avoiding me?" The soldier questioned. "And don't lie to me, either. I know when you're lying."

The nerves crept up your spine as your mind raced through different answers to give him. "I've just been busy helping my aunt."

Bucky's eyebrow shot up, "Your aunt?"

"Yeah, my aunt."

"Which aunt?" Bucky questioned further, prying into your lie.

You felt your heart race, "My Aunt Leah,"

"The one who lives in Kentucky?" Bucky's face clearly showed he was not buying it.

"What are we, Buck?" You suddenly asked, feeling overwhelmed by his questions and your lie.

Bucky's face morphed into one of surprise, "What?" What did you mean, 'What are we?' You were his best friend, his everything. Wait, his everything? Bucky felt hopelessly stupid when he realized he'd never even acknowledged the fact that he could even like you.

"We sure as hell aren't just friends," You continued, "And I know for a fact that best friends don't sleep over every night, or eat every meal together, go shopping, watch movies," Your rant continued as you grilled into Bucky. "And I don't think I can keep going unless I'm yours,"

Your words had Bucky breathless, "Doll, 'course you're mine." Like a twist of fate, his words now held you breathless as you stared at the man, wide eyed. "I'm the stupid one, I should've made my intentions more clear from when I first started feeling more."

With a shake of your head, you gave Bucky a small smile, "You're not stupid, Buck."

"You wanna go get dinner tonight?" Bucky asked, "Officially as my girl, my treat."

A smile gleamed on your face, "I'd love nothing more."

[neunnnnnnn]

SHIFTED TO A BETTER CR!!

Soooo yesterday I was listening to wraths seal on yt plus a void subliminal( I posted it on my blog). The whole day like I was not playing😭 I was desperate and I told myself I am not staying in this shitty reality anymore, I was legit desperate.

I went to bed like normal and then I put on a white noise sub. Mind you I downloaded it and I put it in a playlist on its own. Anyway I went to sleep started counting, I was planning to reach 100 then just go to sleep. I reached around 63 that's when I stopped hearing the white noise and I could no longer feel my body. I started visualizing that I was floating on space to distract myself from thinking of my body. After I while I kind of stopped thinking about my body and anything else, if felt like I was present and not present at the same time ( that's the only way I can think of explaining it)

I decided to affirm that I am shifting to a better Cr then I immediately felt my body being pulled down and then I immediately entered a dream afterwards.

But theennn when I woke up I didn't even realise it until I saw that my phone was playing rain sounds and I was so sure that I slept with a white noise!! When I looked for the white noise on my playlists I didn't find it, it's like I never even downloaded it in the first place😭.

Anyway there are somethings I did change in my better Cr and one of them was that we are moving and guess tf what... My mom told me that my dad said we are moving by end of Feb!!!

I honestly still can't believe it was so easy😭. I am waiting to see how the other stuff goes. I also said that I shift and manifest easy so....👀

[reds-skull]

The frames of the video from the comic in the previous post. I experimented a lot with this, it was really fun to work with this chunky brush I found. Also the first time I draw the Reaper of Destruction as it was before Lumity!

More comments under the cut+a frame I ended up scrapping!

I'll go by order of appearance, because it's basically a chronological retelling of the events of part 1.

So the first frame is the least fancy because it was the first and I didn't nail down a style for this yet lol. It shows Ghost and Soap's first true meeting, in chapter 1, where Ghost helps Soap when he gets impaled by a rebar.

The second frame jumps to chapter 8, when Ghost first put Soap in Limbo. The triangle around them was a later addition, taken from the next frame. I love this scene, it's so fun to see it drawn out now :)

The third frame was the most important one to nail the style. I painted a whole frame, only to come back to it the next day and restart from almost 0.

This is the original third frame

They both show the same event - chapter 21, the second time Soap is thrown into Limbo. The difference is, one shows a more literal image of what happened, and the other is more symbolic.

And by now I think you know how much I love symbolism lol

What also bothered me with the scraped painting is that the composition isn't central, and the entire pose, while more dynamic, isn't fitting the mural feel the rest has.

There's an even earlier version of the scrapped painting, with Soap's face, but nowhere else there are faces in these series, so I went wild with it and covered it with flames. He had them behind him already, as the description of this scene in the fic says Soap had a helo of fire behind him.

(also hated how Limbo's victims looked in the scrapped version like... ew lol)

There wasn't a real reason to add the circles around Soap. I just wanted to lean more heavily into the mural style. But I took that circle motif to the end, after that, and added it to Ghost as well, hence the triangle.

Soap has one skeletal hand, and one palm. That one is on purpose, to show he's hanging in between life and death.

The fourth frame is pretty self-explanatory, it shows the part in chapter 21 where Soap gets the dark marks on his forearm. If the colors look weird in that one, it's because I messed with them so much I couldn't tell if they look good anymore on not

The fifth frame shows another favorite moment of mine, the moment Ghost gets his marks, the white tear tracks, when he finally notices Soap fighting in the void.

The sixth frame is my favorite of the bunch. Soap and Ghost, the triangle and circle combined. The moment they killed Graves, Ghost in full control of his subjects, Soap with his sword of white fire and army of burning moths. They look so scary in this one I love them

The seventh frame shows Void and Destruction. Void was straight forward, I've drawn it a few times before, but I had to make a more detailed design for Destruction, and I only had the very first sketches I made for Revenant AU to go off of, as well as Lumity's design. Idk why I designed Lumity before Destruction, but that's how it is. I wanted Destruction melting, like it can't handle its own heat.

The eighth frame is of Void and Destruction combining. In the fic they had in-between states, it didn't look like this, but for the sake of the video I thought it'd be nicer to have a clear frame of them combining.

The ninth and last frame is of our beloved Lumity. Their design is a little more detailed than the drawing I made a while back. This frame is also the only one that interacts with the foreground, aka Makarov. I think he was jump-scared, don't know how much that comes across.

Damn I had a lot to write. Well, when given the opportunity to ramble...

[realisticjupiter]

heyy! I just miss your writing ;) so i'm here to ask for drunk chishiya who suddenly comes to the reader's house at midnight and relieves his stress on her? (can be fluff or smut, you decide)

ꔫ ⸝⸝ summary: a drunk chishiya waking you up in the middle of the night, was definitely the last thing you'd guess.

ꔫ ⸝⸝ pairing: chishiya x gn!reader

ꔫ ⸝⸝ genre: fluff

ꔫ ⸝⸝ warnings: drunk!chishiya , lmk if anything else

ꔫ ⸝⸝ word count: 850

A/N: okay listen . . . I might've gotten a bit off track. BUT, I kind of like it?!! I also decided on fluff since he's drunk but, hey, I'm down for a pt2 if you are!!

Lost in a daze of sleep, peaceful and calm as you shut your eyes and allowed yourself to fall into the void of darkness people called sleep.

That was all interrupted by the loud banging of the front door. Your first thought was to ignore it; it was in the middle of the night and you couldn't be bothered.

But it didn't just stop the first time, it happened again, and once more before you finally--and annoyingly, got up from bed to see who could be so inconsiderate.

When you opened your door, you fully expected it to be some stranger, or someone informing you of some terrible news that was so important that it couldn't wait until morning.

You definitely didn't expect it to be Chishiya.

The white haired man standing outside your door, his hair disheveled and his dark eye bags visible under the moonlight. It wasn't just out of character for him to be standing outside your door, but you could smell the stench on his clothing; he was drunk.

"Chishiya?" Your voice was soft from the past action of your interrupted sleep, rubbing your eye with the back of your hand as you tried to decipher what was in front of you.

"Can I come in?" Chishiya muttered with a broken tone, his gaze never meeting your eyes as he stood there; unsure of what to do with himself.

"Uh--i guess..." You replied, taking a step to the side as a confused look found its way onto your face. "What are you doing here?" You asked as you watched him walk past you, his unsteady balance becoming obvious with each step.

"I don't usually drink..." He whispered to himself, his palms pressing into his eyes as if he was trying to pop them back into his skull. Doing anything to get this feeling he had to go away.

"Yeah, I know. You never saw a point in it, at least--that's what you told me." You shrugged, shutting the door and locking it behind him. He won't be able to bring himself home walking around like that..

"I don't!" Chishiya's voice was far more stern when he spoke, his head turned towards you as he did so. He didn't have much time to react to himself, just standing there like some type of horror movie.

"Okay.." You nodded, trying your best to keep a soft tone. "Everything okay?" You finally asked, taking small steps towards him. You felt like you were walking on eggshells. You've never seen him drunk, hell--you don't even think he's ever been drunk. You had no idea how he'd act in this state, and you were almost afraid to find out.

"No, everything's not okay. You think I'd be drunk if they were?" His words were sharp, digging into every spot his mouth could hold.

"You're right." You nodded, stopping a foot in front of him. "What's not okay, Shuntaro?" Your words came out in a whisper this time, you wanted him to feel more comfortable. Switching his name was a way of telling him that he could be, at least you hoped that's how he'd take it.

"I don't want to be drunk anymore." He groaned, his eyes moved away from you to aim behind your body. Spotting the couch under the dim light that casted from behind the curtains.

He didn't hesitate to walk past you and towards the comfortable couch that was calling his name.

"Chi--Shuntaro." You called out for him, not doing much as he sat down but quickly changed positions to spread his body across it.

You honestly felt bad for Chishiya. It must've been really bad if he felt the need to break the promise he had on himself. You almost felt glad that he didn't like being drunk, but you were also afraid if it happened again--he'd come to enjoy it.

"How do I make it go away?" He asked, his tone had completely changed. He sounded sincere, like he truly needed an answer or he'd go more insane than he already has.

You sighed walking towards him, stopping at the head of the couch to look down on him. "Get some rest, you'll probably wake up with an undeniable urge to throw your brains out. Bathroom is down the hall." You tried to be humorous with your words, but it was obvious he wasn't having it.

"I forgot about hangovers." He mumbled, turning his head to face the head of the couch. Like a child finding comfort in the small spaces, that's the only way to describe what pushing yourself into the crevice of the couch felt like.

"Mhm, they're different for everyone. Just go to sleep, you can actually talk to me in the morning." You suggested, grabbing the throw blanket from on top of the couch to lay on top of him.

"I'm serious. You better still be here when I wake up." You whispered, his body having no response as you walked back to your room--soft breathing following the body laid in your living room.

reposts and comments are appreciated <3

[myfandomrealitea]

honestly, I’m really happy that you made that “we need to be allowed to be free from politics in fandom” post. And I’m really happy that it made some people angry.

Because you’re right. I’m a living example- I’m a person who just feels so much guilt if they don’t participate in this ritual of self-sacrifice in the way of helping others. And I feel like tumblr activism has come to a point where it’s not even about helping each other or mutual aid, it’s about guilt-tripping people and saying “well, you wouldn’t want to be Mr evil terrible guy, right? Right? So signal boost this! Or else you’re literally an evil transphobic homophobic racist Zionist fascist bigot”

we all have to be selfish sometimes. We have to. Selfishness is inherently neutral and we need it to survive. I’m a real example of what happens when a person tries to live a life without selfishness- guess what, I’m the worlds biggest doormat and I’m basically miserable because I’m too afraid to tell people that I just can’t do it anymore.

I’m a person who needs help right now. I’m a person who needs assistance right now. But I don’t think any of them really care. They just want someone to make into their strawman. The world isn’t black and white like that, though

The majority of Tumblr activism isn't about helping other people.

Its about giving people an outlet for their own emotions, and showing other people you're not a bad person. I have no doubt a lot of the people falling victim to this actually believe they're helping, and likely have good intentions, but realistically I see so many people just using "activism" to lash out at others and moral grandstand.

Weaponizing activism blatantly defeats the purpose of activism. There's no standard to the people who need help, and just because someone can't necessarily be an extreme activist doesn't void them from being the recipient of it.

I hope you get the help and respite you need and if I can help you or facilitate finding people to help you I'm happy to. I can also gather some resources for self-help and methods to reduce stress if those are beneficial.

And remember:

Fandom is not inherently political.

The point of activism is to make change, not to get notes on a post.

Those with broken legs cannot run. Don't cripple yourself trying to help others.

[bbradyskjei]

GONE

RAFE CAMERON X READER

synopsis: rafe promised to take care of you.

a/n: sofia and rafe aren’t together.

warnings: angst, heavy themes, heavy alcohol consumption, drunk driving

word count: 550

“come on, y/n just let it out.” Sofia’s words echoed in your head. you hadn’t drank this much in years. you swore on your life you would never even get close to alcohol again, yet here you were, getting comforted by Sofia on your own bed. a sob left your lips as you put your head in your hands. “i can’t.”

you felt her wrap a comforting arm around your shoulders. you glanced up at her face. pity. a new feeling you couldn’t put words too had begun to take over the last few months. all because of Rafe, your husband. he had promised to take care of you.

the picture of you and him smiling brightly at the camera rested on the bed, along with some other photographs. you let your hand grace one. your favorite. It was a picture of you on your very first date, at the beach. the sun shone bright behind you as his gaze held nothing but love. everything had changed now though.

“why, Sofia why” you cried out. your makeup long forgotten. your chest ached. nothing could fill the void anymore. why had he left you? you tightly clutched your shirt in your fist. his shirt. a vague scent of him making its way up your nose. she pulled you into her arms and held you tightly. “i don’t know” she whispered softly, “i don’t know y/n.” you sobbed, your heart hammered in your chest. rapid breaths could be heard in the otherwise quiet bedroom. you looked like shit, you had for the last few weeks. your bedroom didn’t look any better. your shared bedroom. the thought only made you sob more. bottles and tissues were scattered all over the room.

“i’m gonna go see him” you hiccuped, Sofia didn’t get a word in before you rushed out to your car. her cries of protest not quite reaching your ears. you could barely see the road, vision blurry from your tears, let alone the alcohol rushing in your veins worsening your vision. you paid no mind to the honking cars. swerving left and right. your mind was focused on Rafe. you let out small sniffs as you turned into the yard. throwing the door open your hands rubbed at your eyes, heavy breathes and fast pacing steps. you didn’t know where to look. everything was spinning, what would you say?

“Rafe” you whispered. finally you had found him. with your left hand in your pocket, clutching the photo of the two of you at the beach, you stepped towards him. “hey” you laughed lightly. that was your favorite thing about him. his laugh. it always seemed to make your day better. only this time he didn’t laugh back. only stared back at you with a smile. you leaned forward and put your forehead against the cold headstone. clutching the edge of it you put the photo down. kneeling down you let your tears fall freely. there was nothing you could do. if only you had the chance to express your love for him one last time. only now had he become a memory. a beautiful white and cursive writing stared back at you.

In loving memory Rafe Cameron. Gone but never forgotten, our memories of you will be forever cherished. A loving son, brother and husband.

[acecardexe]

WEEP FOR ME- EYELESS JACK x FALLEN ANGEL!READER

Summary: falling from the heavens and having your wings ripped from your back was bad enough, and now you stumble upon a demon , of all things, a demon. And he doesn't seem like he wants to help..

Warning: mentions of blood and gorey-ish actions, kidnapping?, subtle hints of being drugged.

A/N: yes Ik ejs mask is probably white idgaf. also there are somethings R(reader) doesn't know since they live in 'heaven'

part 1 out of..... 1 (SERIES NOT FINISHED YET)

The ground is cold beneath you, the torn silk robes you were clothed in, feeling like the weight of the moon, just seemingly dragging you down. A trail of blood in your wake. Pain radiates from your shoulder blades, where deep wounds now replace the wings that once carried you. The air feels heavy, oppressive, as if the forest itself mourns your fall. Stripped of grace,and trembling under the weight of mortality.

With trembling legs, you rise from the bloodstained ground, the pain in your back a constant reminder of what you've lost. The forest looms around you, its towering trees whispering with the wind. You followed the path of the forest, your stomach grumbled, you aren't sure what it wants or why it's growling at you.

The quiet rhythm of your footsteps is interrupted by a faint, deliberate crunch of leaves behind you. You freeze, heart pounding in your chest, and the forest seems to hold its breath. The sound comes again; measured, purposeful, and far too human to belong to the forest's creatures. A cold shiver races down your spine, the ache in your back flaring as if in warning. You stopped moving, listening to the sounds, just as you stopped to listen so did the footsteps, your head ached too much to focus on the source of the sound. You hear a growl, and not from your stomach. Behind you.

You whirl around, breath hitching, and your eyes lock onto a figure emerging from the shadows. A face, no, a mask. It was a cerulean blue , with dried black goo that was 'dripping' from the eye hole. The air turns icy, your instincts screaming to flee, but your legs refuse to move, rooted in place by the sheer, primal dread of the presence before you.

It looked human... But it didn't feel like one. the figure stared at you, probably having the same thought you were having. He was holding something in his hand, something shiny, something sharp, he smelled, familiar. like something you had seen before, but you couldn't quite place why.

You stepped back, limping slightly, the pain of your fall evident. The figures presence suffocating, its unseen gaze piercing into your very soul. Your vision blurs, the edges of the world fading to black, and your knees buckle beneath you. The last thing you feel is the cold, damp earth rushing up to meet you and the faint, eerie whisper of the growl shifting into something almost like words. Then, nothing, only the void, heavy and silent, swallowing you whole.

.

Your eyes flutter open, and a dull, sterile light enters your vision. The air is heavy with the metallic tang of blood. You realize you're lying on a cold, hard surface, it seemed like a bed but it wasn't soft and plush like you're one up above. Is this what humans really sleep on? The thought bubbled up in your head. restrained by thick leather straps around your wrists and ankles. Shadows flicker across the dimly lit room, The ache in your back returns with a vengeance, the pain sharper now, raw and searing. Above you, a strange array of tools gleams ominously, you realise your back doesn't hurt that much anymore, but it feels hard to move like something is wrapped around your body where your shoulder blades were.

Panic rises in your chest as you struggle against the restraints, 'wait what are you doing here? Why are you in the mortal world? Why are you.. ' oh that's right, you're a mortal now aren't you? Memories flood your head, remembering what happened and the encounter with the figure wearing the blue mask. a shadow enters your vision, you turned your head and see the masked figure staring, at you, well you presumed, he was staring at you. "what do you want from me?!?" you mustered up the strength to say at him.

then you realize it, why he felt so familiar even though you never met him - he was a demon! you learnt about demons and you even saw one before! except that time the demon was big at around 8'0 and head horns at the front of his head that curled upwards, he was a beautifully tragic but you couldn't pity him, 'he did this to himself' but to think about it now you're a demon too. And no angel would care to look in your direction, thinking of you as nothing but traitor. The masked figure didn't have pretty horns and wasn't 8'0 tall, he probably around two foot shorter. his breathing sounding inhumane.

"You were in my territory" it spoke, it had a deep, raspy voice yet it sounded so calm. like the waves of the sea, thrashing around in the middle of a starry night.

you could guess he was of male gender, by its mannerisms but then again you havent visited earth in such a long time so you could be wrong. you tried to sit up but you had quite forgotten that you were strapped to the hard, rigid mattress of its bed. "why is your bed so firm?" you spoke without thinking, you're eyes widened, at being so blunt and rude. the figure chuckled in amusement, maybe he thought you were stupid? maybe sleeping on a plush bed was a privilege and maybe he thought you were posh or something? you looked nervous. and opened your mouth to apologise but he talked first "It's a hospital bed, I don't sleep there." he replied walking up to you, he looked like you, like how a person looks at a lost kitten , you didn't know what else to say, so you looked around the gloomy room, the light was flickering and beside me were sharp tools. oh deity, what was he going to do to me? maybe he is a fallen angel too and he is helping me? then what is the reason for the restraints around my foot and wrists? you think to yourself, panic flowing through you again. your thoughts trying to trust him and the other side, praying for your life. it wouldn't matter anyways, He wouldn't save you and there's nothing you can do, restricted to the bed after all.

so you try your hardest to think back to when you learnt about demons, and how to escape from them, especially when you couldn't use your wings. you remembered the number one rule for demons, do NOT make ANY deals with them, and not to indulge in the seven deadly sins, or else you would have been sent down.... but you have already been sent down, so it would be worth a try wouldn't it? the seven deadly sins..

pride, greed, lust, envy, gluttony, wrath, and sloth. now that you think of it how would that help you? being prideful might annoy him... being greedy might confuse and anger him... being lust full.. well, you've never done that before so you skip that thought, you would probably mess up anyways. being envious would, what? just confuse him? being wrathful would just anger him, being lazy would.. well, uh, you're restricted from movement anyways, so it doesn't matter. and asking for a lot of food.. he would just think that you're a plutocrat or something. so the best thing you thought about was to beg.

"please don't hurt me, I'm sorry I was in your territory! I just landed here.. I really didn't know it was yours!" you're stomach growled at you again, you were exactly a prideful person but begging was ideal either, he just stared at you for a couple of minutes before answering back. "I won't hurt you" he finally concluded "but you'll have to help me around"

what did he mean? what did he mean by that? oh no! is he trying to make a deal with me?? "what do you mean?" you asked, fear evident in your voice. "I wont hurt you.." he paused before thinking of compromises for not viciously attacking you or chopping you up for dinner. "...If you clean around the house and cook. you can do that can't you?". you bit your lip, you didn't know what to say because you didn't know how to do all of that. when you were an angel you didn't need to eat, or to cook. but you didn't want to die right after you fell from an inexplainable amount of metres up. "Y-Yes I can" you lie between your teeth, hoping it was convincing enough.

"good." He untied you and let you sit up "I bandaged the deep cut that you have on your back." he got a cup of water from the table with the strange looking objects and picked up a small white thing that was yellow halfway down t and gave it to you. "have this. it will..... stop some pain in your back if you still have any" you took the cup and the little white oval object and you didn't know what to do. so you just took the white thing and the water at the same time and they both went down you're throat easily, you were caught off guard because you didn't have time to chew it so you started coughing before settling down. "wh-what was that?" you cleared your throat, not getting any taste from it and you didn't feel like the pain was going away either.

"..it was a pill, now get up I'll show you where you can sleep" you stumbled getting of the 'hospital bed' due to you not used to your legs yet, and you half- expected to float out the room, as you leave the dimly lit room you felt much more calmy, relaxed, as if, if you were told to do something you would probably do it. how strange..

Part 2

Creepypasta Masterlist

[divine-misfortune]

VOID PLEASE WHAT THE FUCK YOU CAN'T JUST POST THAT AND DIP PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE (respectfully) MORE???????

911 I’m being threatened -

This is all manipulative and gross so it’ll go below the cut so big cw. Very dubious.

Also @0-miles-away to make sure you get to see this too-

Phantom’s cute and Dew cant get enough of him. There’s this spark of pure innocence in those eyes, he almost feels guilty just looking at him sometimes. And I’m sure Dew tried to curb his appetite for him, did his damndest to be satisfied with those little touches and chaste kisses because he does truly enjoy Phantom’s affections but at the end of the day…Dew is a demon, it is in his nature to sin. Lust and greed come to him so easily. An intoxicating mix that is too good not to get drunk off of.

There are lines he toes, ones that he pushes against, and other’s he likes to blur entirely because Phantom just doesn’t know right from wrong yet - and Dew was keen on teaching him that lesson before anyone else had the chance to paint a perfectly blank canvas.

Pecks turn to real kisses, and kisses deepen gradually until Phantom lets Dew’s tongue into his mouth without any little sounds of protest like he had in the past. It almost seems to make the little quint weak in the knees to be kissed so hungrily and unfortunately for him it only spurs him and his devious nature on. When Phantom starts to fold, it’s easier to convince Phantom to lay down and let himself be kissed dizzy on more than one occasion and surely it’s accidental that Dew’s knee finds itself pressed between his thighs a couple times. The little gasps and surprised mewls Phantom makes, trapped against his lips, oh it could drive the holiest of men to sin.

Dew wants more, and he’ll get more.

He takes to dry humping immediately and he gets so wet so fast. He smells like raw temptation. It only takes a little coaxing after that for Phantom to be willing to lose his clothes piece by piece but gives absolutely no protest to Dew touching him. Phantom even pleads a little for Dew to keep sucking on his nipples while he drags his bare cunt against his denim clad thigh.

It’s a good long while before Phantom lets Dew touch him there. Weeks of white lies and small amounts of pressure to feel the tight velvety grip of his cunt wrapped around his fingers. Phantom winces and grabs his wrist and tells him that it hurts but Dew is known to be convincing, and Phantom is known for blindly trusting him. The only real resistance he’s met with is when he goes for his own zipper, open thighs pulling shut, head shaking, Phantom is saying he’s not ready for that. He doesn’t want to lose his virginity yet, and despite Dew’s prior successful manipulation he can’t get him to budge an inch.

But his naivety is easily twisted and Phantom believes him when he proposes a workaround. It’s not technically losing his virginity if Dew never fucks him. Can’t argue with that logic.

Phantom trembles for him, knees pulled up to his chest, holding himself open so Dew can pour generous amounts of lube directly into his twitching hole before he starts working the blunt and awkward silicone inside of him. He squirms and whimpers and keeps begging Dew to wait, it hurts, don’t push it in anymore, but it’s okay starlight, just a bit more. Dew is practically shaking with excitement and anticipation when he sees the silicone jutting out of his pussy, he can’t help but touch the toy. Plays with it as if it were Phantom’s cunt. Not as warm or wet as he is, but Dew’s poor cock is aching to slip inside.

The vision of Phantom spread out for him like that is burned into his mind for the rest of eternity, jaw gone slack, face gone flush. Stretched to what felt like the limit to accommodate both flashlight and Dew. And now that he has him, Dew can’t hold himself back anymore. Restraint reaching its end. He pins him to the bed, knees pushed up past his shoulders, he just has to immediately jackhammer into his cunt while mindlessly babbling that he can’t wait to fuck him raw. Promises Phantom is gonna love having a cock in him too much to ever be empty again.

Pulls out and cums on his belly, paints the entire little trail of hair on his stomach white and drags his fingers through it to smear across Phantom’s tdick. Make it messy as he jerks him off.

“When you really let me put it in - ‘s gonna be right there. Gonna empty my balls that deep inside your cunt, look at how deep you’re gonna feel me. Know you’ll love how my load feels in you.”

And I truly don't think Dew would be willing to share, not till he gets to take his prize. Can't risk anyone getting the chance now can he? We all know that people like Swiss and Rain and Cirrus would chomp at the bit if they knew.

Makes Phantom promise to keep this their little secret, and he does, because he's a good boy that listens to Dew, and Dew only wants what's best for him doesn't he?

[runawaycatwalker]

Part 30. The Return

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Nathalie scrolls through photos on her tablet.  The pictures of Adrien have all been replaced by a white void.

Nathalie (internally): Aside from a few unprofessional photos, it seems Adrien has been wiped from the record.

Nathalie looks off to the side, frowning in anticipation.

Nathalie (internally): Gabriel won't be pleased.  Any moment, he's going to burst through that door and—

Gabriel bursts open the doors to Nathalie’s room.

Nathalie (internally): Nathalie!

Nathalie (aloud): *sigh* Yes, sir?

Gabriel: I need you to arrange an immediate flight!

Gabriel prances about in dancing delight.

Nathalie: A... flight?

Gabriel: My akuma found Adrien!  And then she immediately lost him, but I have my son's last known location now!  And!  We went near that area when we were all travelling the world!  It'll just be one quick trip to grab him, and he'll be back where he belongs!

Nathalie revolves what she knows around her head before coming to a decision.

Nathalie (internally): So, Adrien is retracing our footsteps?  He knows something about Emile, so is he just looking for answers?  Or is he seeking something we missed that could help her?  Regardless...

Nathalie (aloud): I'm coming with you.

Gabriel waves his hand indignantly.

Gabriel: Absolutely not!  You aren't fit for the expeditions we used to go on anymore!  You can't jeopardize your health traipsing up mountains!

Nathalie looks at him with steely resolve.

Nathalie: It's Adrien.  I'm coming, Gabriel.  You're going to have me there at your back whether you like it or not.

Gabriel adjusts his jacket in defeat.

Gabriel: Fine.  I won't waste any more time arguing with you.  You may come.

Nathalie: Very good, sir.  I'll make the call.

Gabriel looks down at Nathalie appreciatively.

Gabriel: Your loyalty is truly admirable, Nathalie.

Nathalie: ...  I do what I must.

Cut to the rooftop where Chat Noir once prepared a candlelit surprise for Ladybug.  A “Find Adrien” billboard is on display there (the spot where Adrien was once depicted replaced with white void), with all the lights that would illuminate it broken except for the one on the end.  At the dark end of the billboard, Chat Noir sits on the ground, waiting.

A close-up of Ladybug’s feet ‘plop’-ing to the ground.  Chat Noir turns his head to look behind him in excitement.

Chat Noir: M'lady!

Ladybug holds up a warding hand and holds tight to her yo-yo, making Chat stop his attempt to greet her in its tracks.

Ladybug: Stay back.

Chat Noir: M'lady?

Ladybug grips her yo-yo in her hands.

Ladybug: I need to know that you're not some sort of trick.  I need to know you're you.

Chat Noir looks at Ladybug with a need to fulfill her every request.  Ladybug’s head is shown from behind as the free parts of her hair blow in the wind.

Chat Noir: What do you need me to do?

Ladybug: I need you to remember.

Ladybug, eyes still obscured by blowing hair, holds up yo-yo defensively.

Ladybug: What conditions did you give the Celestial Guardian for relinquishing your miraculous?

Chat Noir: Hmm.  I don't remember giving him my conditions.

Ladybug: That's your answer?

Chat Noir holds out his hand invitingly.

Chat Noir: Well, I don't count telling Su-Han to 'come and get it'.  You're the one I gave my conditions to: That if I have to give up my miraculous, I will.  But only if you ask me to.

Ladybug rushes Chat Noir with a hug, throwing his arms around his neck, as he embraces her with a smile.  Images of them together are shown in the background: Ladybug smiling as she hugs Chat and he nestles his face in her hair; Chat holding Ladybug up in the air in front of him as she holds his face in her hands; Chat Noir swinging Ladybug in a circle as she grabs onto him and lets her legs fly outwards around them, Chat smiling as he holds Ladybug close.

Ladybug: That's right, Chat.  And I never asked you to.

Chat Noir: You would have.  I know you've given other heroes exceptions before, but me?  You'd never.  I knew it the moment Mayura recognized me: I'd have to go.

Ladybug and Chat cry in each other’s arms.

Ladybug: But I never even got the chance to say goodbye.  You were just gone and I had no idea if I'd ever see you again. I’ve missed you so much, Chat.

Chat Noir: I’ve missed me too.

Ladybug boops Chat’s nose with a teasing glint in her eye.  Chat gives her a playful grin.

Ladybug: Hold on... did you just say you missed you too?

Chat Noir: Hey, I'm very missable!

Ladybug: Ha!  You dork...

Chat Noir: Always your dork, m'lady.

Ladybug take’s Chat Noir’s hand and pulls him towards the railing, pointing behind herself at Marinette’s balcony.

Chat Noir: But shouldn't we be getting out of the open?

Ladybug: I'm already ahead of you: Marinette Dupain-Cheng is spending the night with a friend, so she’s letting us use her room.

Chat Noir pulls his hand out of Ladybug’s.

Chat Noir: Wait.  What are the odds that Marinette is actually Mayura?

Chat Noir looks away in panic, grabbing at his bell with one hand and touching the back of his neck with the other.

Ladybug: What?  None.  She can't be.

Chat Noir: 'Can't' in that you wouldn’t have expected it of her?  Or 'can't' as in you’ve seen Marinette and Mayura in the same room together?  And there wasn't a chance of it all being an illusion or a fake or—?

Ladybug: Kitty!

Ladybug holds Chat Noir’s hand in front of her (interlocking her fingers in his) and looks directly at the viewer with complete reassurance.

Ladybug: I am 100% paws-itive that Marinette is trustworthy.  Yes, she's not allowed to be a temporary hero anymore.  But she's safe.  I never would have entrusted her with saving our kwamis if I wasn’t absolutely sure she was on our side.

Chat Noir collapses into Ladybug’s arms as she looks at him with concern.

Chat Noir: Thanks for reassuring me.  I never wanted to doubt her.  It’s just... hard to go back to trusting people when I know I'm wrong about somebody.

Ladybug touches Chat’s face and shoulder comfortingly.  He holds onto her arm with both hands and looks into her eyes, comforted by her support.

Ladybug: I'm glad you still know that you can always trust me.  You ready now?

Chat Noir holds up the trapdoor to Marinette’s room, following Ladybug down as she holds his hand with both of hers, smiling up at him.

Chat Noir: After you, m'lady...

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[koji-haru]

Swap AU Part: 18

Under the guise of a darkening sky, the golden horse that was accompanying Adam slipped into the forest far away from the human, where a faint shimmering blue light soon quietly joined the skies. Up and far away from the garden like the unreachable stars that resided in Heaven. It was yet another day Adam couldn’t be together with his beloved freely. Another day of sneaking around, spending a restricted amount of time together. Another day of straying far away from God’s plan for him. And while those days increased in number, the guilt that used to weigh like an immovable boulder that sat on my chest gradually felt lighter and lighter; losing more mass as the days went on. Now there was only anxiety and fear keeping him where he was as Michael’s precautionary words regarding Heaven and the consequences they could face dampened the steady flame within his heart a little.

Still, while he took his angel’s words into consideration, it wasn’t enough to fully extinguish his recent growing desires for something more, something���beyond what was allowed of him. 

The purple skies that enshrouded the garden looked as idyllic as ever as glistening stars began to peek their way through the thin clouds and the moon made its slow entrance towards the centre stage. The beach before Adam, even in the dimming light, had a beauty of its own. Transformed by the blanket of the night’s dimness into a place of isolated serenity as if an entirely new world on its own. The forest behind him, Adam could hear its whispered lullabies, once lush and lively during the day, now a soothing cot for the critters of the garden. The beauty, the safety, prosperity wherever one would look. Everywhere, from the small hidden worlds to the big spaces in its sky, the garden of Eden was, without a doubt, the perfect paradise. 

However, despite all that. All that colour. All that lustrous beauty around him. Everything. Absolutely everything. Had begun to look dull and meaningless to him. Without his angel, without Michael to shine light into his life, the garden simply looked grey to him. It was as if the angel had peeled the glossy painting that covered the garden, and now, Adam truly saw where he was. And then suddenly, he no longer felt like he belonged. All the animals, from the fishes to the birds to the four legged animals. They all happily fit into their roles without any complaint, content and fulfillment filling them. Adam used to have Lilith to share that fulfillment with, but now she had Lucifer, and together they remain. Heaven had given him Eve hoping to perhaps fill the void. And as beautiful as Eve was, she just wasn’t meant for him as he wasn’t meant for her, at least not this time, for her arrival was a little too late to change anything. Adam had already chosen for himself.

A sigh deep from within, echoing the burden Adam carried within himself, was released into the stillness of the night. Adam’s quiet wish to…he wasn’t even sure where to send his wishes to anymore, for he knew that Heaven nor God would answer it. 

“Adam?”

A soft voice called out to him from the treeline, sweet and tender with a whisper of sadness behind them. When Adam turned to see who had called for him, he saw a woman standing just a few feet from him. Her wavy red hair danced along to the night breeze’s melancholic song, the softness of her blue eyes was like the surface of a quiet lake. Standing just beyond the treeline, her figure coated in the same darkening purple that enveloped the garden, Eve looked alone. Unbelonging. Like an extra puzzle piece that had nowhere to fit in despite being made for the photo. 

“Was that your angel?” she asked, the softness of her voice as brittle as white dandelions. 

Wordlessly, Adam confirmed with a nod as he made his way closer to the woman. “Let’s head, before it gets darker.”

“The same one who has your affections?” Eve asked again, the blues of her eyes faintly gleaming in the growing dark like stars in the night. 

A pause. And then another. Before Adam finally looked her in the eyes. And within those wide blue eyes, he found no ill will, no malice, no anger of any sort, just a simple desire for confirmation. With another nod, he confirmed to her once more. “He more than just owns my affections. This garden…it’s not a paradise to me without him.”

Eve looked towards the ground, her long lashes casting a gloomy shadow over her eyes as she quietly pondered about Adam’s words for a brief moment. “Hmm. No matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to fully understand.”

“What do you mean?” 

“I’m not sure you’d like my words,” Eve answered, her voice as soft as the gentle sway of the grass around them. “Having been warned, would you still like to listen to them?”

A little taken aback, the words momentarily got stuck in Adam’s throat. “You– you don’t need to ask for my permission. Just say what you want to say.”

“I’ll take that as permission then,” Eve responded as she tore her gaze from the bare ground and back up to meet Adam’s eyes, golden and bright like fireflies in the dark. “What I meant was that, I understand caring for someone like they are the world to you. That’s what you still are to me, no matter how hard I try to convince myself otherwise. What I don’t understand is how? Wasn’t Lilith your first wife? How were you able to…leave her?”

“I…I didn’t leave her,” Adam answered with a lowered voice laced with dug up sadness and anger. “She…um…”

Lied to him. Betrayed his trust. Played him for a fool. All those pain in the past resurfaced back up to the shore, though this time, they weren’t crashing hard against the cliffs. While a deep scar was definitely left somewhere within him, time had soothed them enough for him not to crumble upon its memories. A darker part of him, the more spiteful one, wanted to divulge Lilith and Lucifer’s infidelity to Eve, to provide the second woman a more accurate picture of the two. However, the more sensible part of himself, told him to keep his words to himself. Eve and Lilith’s friendship was already unsteady, Adam understood that he didn’t need to add more trouble to Eve’s already tumultuous existence. 

“...she just didn’t like me,” Adam said instead. 

“Then I still don’t understand,” Eve admitted, frustration and confusion glooming over her delicate face, drowning the glow she usually had in its murk. “Weren’t you made for each other? How can you just not? I can’t imagine…”

“What do you mean? Sh– we just couldn’t bring ourselves to like each other as more than friends. That’s all there is to it,” Adam reaffirmed, his crinkling slightly in confusion to Eve’s seemingly overt incomprehension. He thought he had explained simply and plainly, what was there not to grasp?

“But didn’t you love each other from the start?” Eve asked, hoping to clarify her nigh palpable confusion. 

“No? We had to learn about  each other first…” The words instantly died in Adam’s throat as a possibly horrific realisation manifested in his head. He glanced down at Eve, her wide blue eyes looking up at his own golden ones in anticipation reminiscent of his when he used to pray to the skies in search of answers. Like a sapling fully dependent on its parent to guide and shelter it from the rain. “Eve…did you– did you already love me when we first met?”

“Of course! Did I not tell you before? I was made to be your wife,” answered Eve with no hesitation, as if it were the obvious thing in the world. 

A deep sadness mixed with disgust and anger churned and burned within the fissure that cracked open from within his depths. All this time, both his and Lilith’s words and advice. They did nothing, meant nothing. All they did was create a thunderstorm of conflict within Eve. For there was no way, no way at all for her to fully grasp the existence of such choice. She was made from Adam’s rib. Created with the sole purpose to be Adam’s companion with no choice in the matter. Eve’s piteous existence, all because Adam and Lilith were not meant to be. It wasn’t fair. At all. 

Adam pulled Eve into a tight hug, the shorter woman letting out a tiny yelp at the suddenness, though she remained in the embrace as Adam poured all of his care and sympathy for her. Tears pricked his eyes at the overwhelming surge of emotions that surged like a whirlpool inside of himself. Sorrow, commiseration, resentment for Eve’s unfair creation. One way or another, Adam couldn’t, no, shouldn’t let things remain as they currently were.

—-

Light footsteps on slightly damp grass approached from behind Adam as he sat against a tree, waiting for the first rays of the day to breach the golds and blue of the horizon. Not many in the garden were awake at this time, save for the few birds who liked to sing their morning songs, the occasional deer who liked the dew on their meals, and the first two humans who agreed to meet up by a tree near where they first woke up in the garden. 

There was a dull thud beside Adam, close but not too close, just enough space for a comfortable conversation. Adam need not turn his gaze away from the slow rising sun about to bring about a new day to know who had approached and sat beside him. After all, he was the one to have called her. 

“Good morning,” Lilith greeted a moment after she took her seat, her voice as silky as her golden hair that flowed in the winds behind her. “It’s rare for you to seek out my presence.”

“I just have something to tell you about Eve,” Adam explained, the golds of his eyes reflecting that of the scene before him. 

“Oh?” Lilith quirked a brow as she gave Adam an amused look, a teasing smile on her pink lips. “Don’t tell me you’ve come to like her as Heaven asked?”

Baffled at such an offending suggestion, Adam swiftly tore his gaze away from the horizon, where the sun was breaching into the morning sky, to give Lilith a disbelieving look. The amused look on the first woman’s face clarified itself to Adam that she was merely joking with him. He, however, had no laughter to offer for her jest, and instead with narrowed eyes, he scoffed, “How ironic, coming from you.”

Lilith’s eyes widened slightly at Adam’s response, surprised that the naive man she once knew could utter such a bitter response, though she quickly recovered her composure. Reverting back to her cool nonchalance, Lilith leaned back, her palm flat against the grass, as she considered the man in front of her directly. “Is this what this is truly about? Have we not moved on from this already?”

A flame flared up in a quick flash within Adam at her dull, wintry tone, dismissive and seemingly bored at the topic at hand. Yes, time had passed since then, but that didn’t mean Adam was completely free from the pain it caused. Regardless, he instantly dampened the flames down, not wishing to fight with Lilith as he remembered his purpose of asking Lilith to meet with him. 

Releasing a sigh from his dampened flame, Adam clarified, “No. Not at all. Like I said, I’m here to tell you something about Eve.”

With a convinced huff, Lilith eased the chill that surrounded her. “What else is wrong with the second woman?”

“Wrong? There’s nothing wrong with her just that–” 

“Less rambling and let’s get to the point Adam,” Lilith coolly called out, having little to no patience for fanciful words that led to nowhere. Normally, she enjoyed a clever back and forth or sentiments expressed in prose, but she could tell from Adam’s expression that he hadn’t called her here to enjoy a colourful conversation painted in beautiful words. For things that appeared important, Lilith preferred not to waste time dancing around the topic. 

“Oh, right, right,” cleared his throat as he shifted slightly on his seat before he regarded Lilith once more, the golds of his eyes seemingly turning from liquid to cold gold. “Last night I realised that Eve might lack the same freedoms as we both do.”

In front of Adam, Lilith remained silent, her face unreadable as his words sank into her. Then, she blinked. The pieces of his implications gradually formed into a conclusion within her mind. “You mean..?”

“I’m not sure to what extent, but yes. There are just some things where she couldn’t perceive a choice existing,” clarified Adam, his expression turning sour as those feelings he felt last night for Eve peeked a little through the surface. 

A bitter laugh escaped from Lilith. The way her amethyst eyes glimmered in darkness expressed the grievances and disgust that she felt stir within her slender form at information divulged to her. For a woman who had always prioritised her own freedom, such a thing was a nightmare that was far too real for her taste. Encroaching far too quick and sudden, sending chilling shivers down her spine. “To think that they’re capable of such a thing…what a nightmare.”

“I don’t understand though,” Adam started, a defeated gloom enshrouding his eyes. “If we’re not perfect to them, why keep us here?”

“I guess we’re still ‘perfect enough’ in their eyes to keep,” Lilith supposed aloud as she closed her eyes, soaking in the fresh rays of the day in hopes that its tender kisses would soothe the fear that was flooding her senses. 

The two remained in relative silence for a few moments, both simply basking under the gentle sun, allowing the cool morning breeze to carry away some of the unpleasant sensations that clung to their skin. After a while, Adam had decided that perhaps he could ask another question, one that had been silently bugging him for a long time now. 

He turned to Lilith, who still had her eyes closed, her pale skin glistening like a jewel under the soft gold of the early morning, her hair flowing like a river of gold. “Can I ask you something?”

“Go ahead.”

With a deep breath, Adam asked, “I just want to know why. Why couldn’t you have just told me that you loved Lucifer instead? Why lie?”

Lilith slowly opened her eyes, its violet hue a stark contrast to the gold that enveloped her entire being. Keeping her gaze directed at the brightening sky, she said, “Remember how you were like then. Would you have accepted my choices anyway? And don’t lie to yourself, you’ve softened up over time.”

It was disheartening to Adam to finally confirm what Lilith truly thought of him back then. Did he really present himself as that kind of person? He would like to think otherwise, he had accepted Lilith’s relationship with Lucifer in the end, hadn’t he? Though, was that more because it had already happened? Something he couldn’t prevent? Maybe. Adam would never know. 

The woman in front of Adam kept her gaze straight towards the horizon, resilient and abiding to her own principles. Unwilling to tear her sights off the things she coveted. Adam, in turn, also turned his gaze away from her, instead opting to look down the damp grass that cushioned him. Playing with the green blades between his fingertips, he supposed he and Lilith were just never meant to meet eye to eye.

“...it would’ve hurt me less…”

Part 17

Part 19

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

We got to see Crewel’s reaction towards his pup proposing to her mate. So, what would be his reaction to hearing he’s going to be a grandpa to with each suitor. I know he’ll be too happy to have grandpups from Vil or a heart attack with Leona and Silver, since he has to deal with Lillia more.

Yandere Father Crewel’s Reaction to Grandpups 

In general, he’s conflicted between being overwhelmingly joyous and incredibly mortified. His baby now has babies!!! What!? Depending on who’s your baby daddy he’s leaning towards one or the other:

Vil Schoenheit

“Awww such beautiful grandpuppies!”

He’s crying in private 

Both in happiness and in realization of your growth (and his own)

Looking at the twins’ faces makes it easier 

The little bits of your attitude or appearance helps him forget what had to be done to get them

“I’ll look past it for the sake of the pups but this doesn’t make you anymore of her guardian than I.”

“You’re exactly right. I’m simply a fellow protector and compliment to her beauty and happiness. Isn’t it best that we stay on the best of terms in order for us to do our duties effectively?”

“...hmmm…I don’t disagree. So yes let’s work in harmony on her behalf.”

Leona Kingscholar

“Of all the motley–grr! Stop smirking like that! Humble yourself for once in your despicable life!”

Leona’s willingness to spur your father on in his raging only makes it worse

The moment you and your new little one are out of the room 

He’s trying to at least instill a smidge of guilt or fear of him to ensure Crewel is given due respect as your father

But Leona will never submit and he’s intent on making your father explode before giving the old man peace

“Baba, why is Babu so red?”

“Oh? It’s cause he’s trying to push out a poop. You know what that’s like right? You should go comfort him.”

“Right! *runs to Crewel* Babu! Its okay you can let it all out whenever you’re ready!”

“T-thanks pup.”

He’s promises to kill Leona for embarrassing him in front of his grandpup

Silver

“Whooo already?! I’m so proud! Now when will we be getting the next batch!?”

“On the spots of a dalmatian please don’t…I can’t take it anymore!”

Don’t get him wrong he loves his grandpuppies 

But he’s just exhausted 

If his hair wasn’t white already it would become so very soon

The stress of having to give you away 

Only to be succeeded by the existence of his little grandpuppies

All the while having to deal with his ‘Granddad Best Buddy’ that has attached himself to his side

He’s just so fed up he doesn’t have time to directly hate on Silver

Who doesn’t always understand his malice anyway

So instead he’ll curse the fae general in his stead

But he’s just screaming into the void because Lilia lovingly ignores any protest he has

“Can’t you understand?! I don’t wish to spend the day with you or your child, I just want to spend the day with my daughter and grandpups!”

“Ahh so you want to let the two love-birds have a night to themselves? What a great idea! Will take the kiddies for the day! Oooh where should we go? The amusement park? The park? Your house-?”

“Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo”

[mondaymelon]

MERRY CHRISTMAS !!! gifts ensue.

he really went. blep. hi user @ilyuu. im proud of this one so congrats wanderer takes home first gift wooo

lmao id like to apologise in advance as this was brought on because of me but I got super burnt out drawing like 20 of these over the course of 2 days... if you see the quality of the drawings declining ( which you will ) please don't mind it!! thank you.

@anonbinaryweirdo. sigh. i get whiplash whenever you're super nice and then in the span of the next three seconds immediately do something vile

@soleillunne. we don't talk much but from what I know you are such a sweet person omg !! and your works??? dies inside (in a good way). the way you write xiao maks me so. puddle like

@realkavehgf. we agree on one things (amongst others) and that is that kaveh is. kAVEH IS. MALFUNCTIONS PERISHES.

@emphasisondrvgs. you scare me. please take your ranpo and quietly see yourself out LMAO /j

@pjsk-writin. AMIMI ONE OF MY FIRST EVER MOOTS !!! im so proud of mikoto. sighs. straitjackets are smth else to draw .. BUT HES SO. MMMMMM !!!!

@circyexistforcontent AAAHHH HI PRECIOUS. I LIKE YOU BUT I DONT REALLY LIKE DILUC SO. TAKE THIS... quietly throws up

@whats-it-mean. puka puka. head empty. puka puka. please stop your affairs with my mother.

@falors. UGLY SOBS. UGLY CRIES. I LOVE YOU /P SM. WAAHHHH TEARS TEARS TEARS you are the most talented person ever I S T G gRAAAHHH YOU BETTER GET 18412409128410948 FOLLOWERS THIS YEAR OR I WILL RIOT. mwah.

@dustofthedailylife. omg. hi dust... tbh ive been so concerned for you recently with how much life is running you over with a pickup truck so wishing for your improved health soon !! alhaith is a smort guy what can I say

@the-white-void. DEAREST. literally one of the first people I ever interacted with on this platform and you're actually. like. literally one of the sweetest people I have ever met. KLEE IS SUCH A CUTIE FJSFJDK

@kaeffeinee. OMG. m..my kitten- woah WHO just said that. wild shit right there. have something you don't like?? have something that's been pestering you for far too long?? no worries. its the official nag seal of mendokusai !!!!

@lillonvia. sobs. I didn't do the man justice.loud sobs. DFSDDSF YOUR ART MAKES ME WANT TO LIKE DISENTAGRAT INTO GLOWING BALLS oF FUZZ AND FLOAT INTO THE HEAVENS I DONT KNOW HOW ELSE TO DESCRIBE IT. WE ARE SO DELULU oVER XIAO. FOAMS AT THE MOUTH

@absolutelyobsessedkiya. HELP WHY IS MINORI SO BRIGHT.... she's literally shining what. we need to talk more pspsspsp I just now found out that you're a fan of milgram!! remember like last year I was all 'whose that pretty pink person on their pfp??' AND NOW I FINALLY KNOW THATS ITS MUU RAHHHH

@auroratumbles. meow. cat. what a sweetie. I don't even know what my art style is doing here anymore Istg what even. what even BYE LETS TALK ABOUT XIAO LATER !!

@papiliotao. mwah. a kith for you. mWAH. ANOTHER KITH. SJFKSDJFLS GRAHHH YOU ARE THE SW E. E T E ST AND YOUR THE SWEETEST AND YOUR CAT IS THE SWEETEST AND YOUR VOICE IS MAKING ME WANT TO ELEVATE INTO THE CLOUDS AND YOURE SO SILLY EVEN THOUGH YOU DONT LIKE AKITIO SHINONOME

@yinyinggie. hihihi ying !! it honestly amazes me how you're able to juggle so many events and servers at once. im actually in awe. always look at xiao he's so emo and short

@solxima. GRAHHH HI. I DONT LIKE HOW JINGYUAN LOOKS IN THIS BUT. DLJFLSDJ DIES> I CANT DO THIS AN Y M O RE. your honor. hes so cat coded hes so cat coded he's so PERISHS

@yelshin. WAIIIIT NO YOUR NAME GOT CUT OFF> iM SORRY. I don't know why he looks... so r e g a l in this but its definitely giving off oRAtRice MecAnIquE DAnAlySe CARdiNAle .

@vennnnn-diagram. LOUD SCREAMING N O . YOUR NAME GOT CUT OFF TOOOODJSKFLSD JGAIJFAD JKLJFD:LFS. anyways. I need to see nahida smiling more she deserves everything and then some. aranaras are so silly giggles

@lume-nosity. I hold the slightest bit of guilt for putting your angsty ish drawing right next to happy lil nahida buT AHAHAH IT MAKES IT HURT MORE IG. took some inspo from your blog title... mwah ily lume. I WAS SO SCARED TO TALK TO YOU AT FIRST WHEN I SENT YOU THAT MOOT ASK BUT I AM EVER SO HAPPY THAT I DID !!!

th end. im actually so dead lmao my fingers actually were starting to bleed afklsdjfaskdjfklsdjflkasdjflksjflkjowejtoij enjoy your Christmas gifts mooties !! if anyone asks why I haven't been posting fics as promised. this is why. ill be in a coffin for a while please let my soul rest

OH AND FORGOT TO MENTION I DREW THESE BASD ON THE MOOTIES THAT COMMNTED ON MY THINGY LIKE LAST WEEK WHICH ASKED WHICH CHARACTER THY WANTD I LOVE YOU ALL PSPS I PROMIS