#angels are a type of bird. fight me

[voiarc-draws]

that’s what we call them’s natural predator

[hrokkall]

DIVINE LIGHT SEVERED

[secretress]

Who is your future best friend? + Animal representation

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Not a tarot card reading, only based on my intuition.

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Pile 1:

Golden retriever

This person embodies a golden retriever. They are a cheerful type of person, expect them to always be smiling. Not this type, “fake smiles.” This is sincere. I don’t see anything about them having a potential crush on you either, and they may be apart of the LGBQT+ community. They are harsh with people who are racist, against the community, prejudice, etc. You should expect them to fight for their rights, and I’m seeing “modern family” pop up in my head, so spirits tells me, this is their favorite show. They favor Mitchell, Jay and Phil..? (I have only seen one episode, but anyways these are their favorite).

Moving on, one thing I recommend to watch out for, is, they sometimes can be aggressive with you if you don’t agree with their decisions because they’re stubborn. Not aggressive as in hurting you, it’s.. passive aggressive. Sometimes snarky comments when agitated or mad. They will always feel calm when they hear a favorite song, have their favorite dessert or something small they enjoy. It is the little things that count for this person.

As for you, I don’t see much aggression when speaking to you, so it would seem that you calm this person down. I am getting that you are this person’s favorite. I am seeing them smiling a lot when you answer the text or when you initiate a call with them. Think of it like when your favorite ship sails, and you have this giggly or giddy type of feeling. I also see them being genuinely happy for you when you have an accomplishment done. There is just something so beautiful about this person. You can think of them as a shining star. You see stars at night when you need them the most, that is what the person will be for you.

This person will make you truly happy. They are like a happy pill. I hear that some of you are dealing with depression and anxiety. Sometimes you question whether or not you will find a friend who won’t treat you as something that you’re not. This person will treat you like you’re an angel. This person is going to light up your world so badly that when you think about this person and what they have done for you, you may cry about it. You’re definitely going to be very grateful for them and this will amplify so much beauty into your world.

Pile 2:

A raven

Your future, best friend shares many characteristics of a raven. Not only are they the silent and calm type, They are also a strong type. I am seeing a beautiful adult raven flying in a slight clouded sky, its wings fluttering out and it’s not alone. There is a crow with them. The crow is the indication of you. I am sensing that you both will be together always. Do you know how birds flock together to migrate? That is what you and your future friend will be like.

You both will be each other’s companion, hardship and all. This person is very loyal to their friendships. I feel as they are more loyal to friendships than relationships. I am honestly picking up that they put their friendship over the relationships. Honestly, I don’t think that’s a good mentality, but my intuition says they have a good reason for it. “I have been hurt so many times for being a hopeless romantic, I tried to hard and never go there same energy. Please don’t define me as a player, I swear to you I am not, I just.. I just have friends who cherished me so much during it that now.. I’m beyond scared to be in a relationship and will always put my friendship first.”

My intuition tells me that they have struggled a lot mentally and physically and with this circumstance, they sort of developed having a raven as their protected animal spirit. Spirit tells me if you see a raven constantly then it is the sign for you that they are coming. I’m getting a cheerful feeling thinking about them, so there isn’t much to say. However, as mentioned, they do struggle with trust so please be gentle with your companion and show love and gratitude to them as they truly deserve it.

Pile 3:

Sloth

If you have seen the anime “komi can’t communicate” think of Kaede Otori. In a way, they have slight similarities. I would say this person does communicate slow, as in they are the type to listen then communicate. They think about it and when they do speak, it usually means much more. I believe the way they emphasize it, is what does it. Anyways, you will enjoy the conversations you have because they’re truthful and cannot lie well. You can pick it up hence a bad liar. A lot of deep conversations.

You will know who they are when you meet. Your intuition will go chaotic about it. Even if you don’t follow your intuition, you will know. I am seeing this scenery where it’s a bar, slightly darken, but the light bulbs are only noticeable on your future best friend. They’re talking to someone but that person is darken out within the booth. This is what I’m getting at, you will just know. “Who talks to someone they don’t know off with a deep conversation and pulls it off?”

I cannot read much on this person, they’re a mystery. My mind is blank, completely blank. So I’d say they may also be perceptive of their surrounding and intelligent as well. I believe people always assume they have no intelligence, nothing around that sort because they way they communicate is one you don’t dare to find in this generation. Similar to a warrior princess. You also may blush when you first meet them. They have a soft tone and intellect like no other.

Now why sloth? My intuition tells me the reason for this is, “though sloths are known to be lazy and slow, that merely isn’t true. Think of the story with the hare and turtle. The turtle wins at the end, yes? The turtle is slow, I agree, but in this world patience is your best friend. This person is beyond patience and grateful thus creating a beautiful world for them. Your future best friend will teach you how to be patience and control your anger issues. Do you honestly think you can push this person away and get mad? No. They have seen this—this person is the reason why in the future, you learn to be better, to trust and know that someone gives a damn about you without you questioning it like always.”

[seb-reads31]

That Hazbin women confessing feeling fluff was very wholesome and I loved to read it. Could you do a similar idea but for a first date and first kiss? still with a shy reader. Feel free to add the angels if you'd like.

Cautions - SPOILERS FOR SEASON 1, cursing duh, niffty biting you (you'll see lmao), a cringy song reference 🤪,

Genre - fluff

Type - head canons

Comments - Ooooo, this sounds so sweet 🥹🥹 I'm so happy to hear you loved the confessions! Like with the confessions, I'm going to separate the demons and angels into two different parts, I hope you don't mind! (Again, Charlie and Vaggie are best friends in this. Implied fem!reader for Vaggie, and male!reader for Niffty. They may or may not have pronouns mentioned in them, cause I mostly use you/your pronouns for readers) I just now realized I forgot ROSIEEEE which makes me sad 😭 (I'll add her into another part I swear just ask 🙏🙏)

Is this the part where we kiss?

Charlie

- Your first date is gonna be a little rough, but it will be worth it

- However, you might be thinking that Charlie chooses to go to a nice restaurant, or a picnic in the park nearby with the least amount of sinners causing bloodshed and such, but no

- She takes you to LULU WORLDDD (I believe that's the original, and not the Mammon knockoff in greed. Let's also assume it's in the pride ring just in case you imagine yourself as a sinner <33) because she enjoys the rides and games there, and wants your first date together to be full of fun and laughter

- You two are a little awkward at first, like on all first dates, but you both very quickly become comfortable in each other's presence again after 1 ride, Charlie very quickly dragging you away to the next ride

- Several roller coasters, a few carnival games, and some over priced carnival food later and you both reach the haunted house!

- A carnival classic, the tunnel of love 💕

- You both looked at it, and silently agreed to go together, hand in hand, eating parts of your cotton candy

- You both climbed into the swan boat, the ride operator saying "Don't have too much fun, love birds~" then sending you both off into the tunnel, your faces burning from the tease

- You both recovered, just to see all sorts of beautiful art that depicted the classic baby Cupid shooting arrows at humans, making them fall in love

- You both awed at the sites, slowly and subconsciously intertwining your hands together again

- The ride was quite long, so you both chatted, about how much fun you're having, what ride you want to go on next, and how cute this ride is

- Suddenly, your eyes catch Charlie's, her giving you a sweet smile, your conversation forgotten, the both of you too lost in the others eyes to keep it going

- Almost as if you both were thinking the same thing, your eyes darted down to her curled lips, wondering how they would feel against yours

- You both looked back up at each other, and slowly leaned in. Just before you kissed, your lips brush against each other, you hesitating to lean fully in.

- Charlie notices, knowing that she wanted your first kiss to be memorable. She gently squeezed your hand, bringing her other to cup your burning cheek, stroking it softly and giving you the most love filled look you had originally thought you would only see in your dreams.

- When you smiled too, she leaned in again, you following suit, leaned in too, kissing her gently. She smiles into the kiss, so happy you kissed her, that you loved her so much to give her your first kiss, and that she belonged to you, and you belonged to her, heart, body, and soul.

Vaggie

- The extermination was coming up, and you were struggling a little with the actual fighting but refused to just stay inside the hotel during it, wanting to fight alongside your girlfriend

- And she appreciated it, and seeing the determination to learn how to fight the angels burn in your eyes made her feel nostalgic in a way

- And so, your training began! She took you to a quieter part of the land outside of the hotel, away from the cannibals that were still training

- She gave you a small selection of blades to choose from, all of which were made of angelic steel, supplied by Carmilla Carmine (Carbine?). As you looked through the weapons, you decided on [y/w] (your weapon) and raised it up to Vaggie. She nodded, then put the rest of the weapons away, then started explaining the best ways to use your weapon

- As she explained, she did a few examples, and answered any questions you had as you went. Eventually, she handed you the weapon, then asked you to do a simple attack. And you did pretty good! Vaggie gave you a small clap, very proud of her girlfriend. She asked you to do a more difficult attack, but not much harder than the first one. You did okay, just needed to adjust some of your posture

- She walked over to you and started adjusting your posture, nudging your foot to the side, adjusting your hold, then her hands went to your waist

- Vaggie didn't even realize where her hands were until you went stiff, then she looked up at your tinted cheeks and realized what happened

- She almost removed her hands from your waist until you muttered a small "w-wait.." and she also went stiff

- You gently drop the angelic weapon on the ground, then put your hands on her shoulders. A blush creeped on her face as well, realizing how close you both were.

- Vaggie's eyes dart down to your lips, then back up to your eyes, when she realized that your eyes were also looking at her lips

- She smirked slightly, then brought a hand up to brush your hair away from your eyes, her other hand going to the small of your back to pull you in closer to her.

- As she tucked your hair behind your ear, she leaned in slightly, tilting her head. As you got on, your blush became deeper, but you still tilted your head to the side, then your lips finally meet

- As soon as it begins, it ends. A small peck, but it spoke a thousand words from Vaggie. "I will protect you, because I'll be your armor." <3

Niffty (nifty?)

- Again, doesn't do shy guys 😭

- If you were to try and kiss her, this crazy bitch would BITE YOU

- So, in other words, remain 6 feet from her at all times if you value your.. undead life

- Like, I love how crazy she is but she literally KILLED THE ADAM

- You do not wanna test her 😭

Carmilla

- You both had been working hard recently, more shipments are being made, gathering the angelic steel from around the pentagram, and lots of paperwork that needed to be done

- You both could feel your backs dying as they hunched over those mounds of paperwork, however your saving graces showed up from a weapons delivery. Clara and Odette (Carmilla's daughters if you didn't know, I sure didn't) opened the doors to Carmilla's office, and tisking at the tiredness in both yours and their mother's eyes.

- That's how you both got kicked out of your own home and forced into a reservation at a nice restaurant lmao

- You both enjoyed your time there, finally relaxing, letting your hair down (OUT FOR LOVEEE) and joking around. Now, on the way home you held each other's hands, talking about how you needed to pay back Clara and Odette for their kindness in getting you out of the house and taking care of the paper work

- As you both returned, you were giggling happily after a story you told from when you were alive. You entered the front door holding onto each other as you hunched over, holding your stomachs from how much you were laughing.

- You both felt so relaxed, especially you, who had some wine at the restaurant and was feeling less shy about showing Camilla affection, and it showed.

- Your giggles died down as you both looked at each other, slowly leaning, and sharing your first kiss.

- As you part, a blush crosses both of your faces and you look away shyly

- Around the corner, Clara and Odette were silently cheering and giving each pats on the back for their perfect set up

[seramilla]

Hey... You know what would be nice... A full on avian AU... Just a Carmine flock, living in the mountains... We can add Zestial for funsies.

The compound consist of multiple small houses devided between couples. We can combine it with au with odesika, VelvettexClaraxKiki, and Charlie's angels....

Sera and Emily are snow owl's, with wierd urge to be awake during the day.

Carmilla is a very protective coscoroba swan, same with her daughters.

Zestial is a black volture. He met seramilla while scavanging and they liked him. He now sleeps beside them. :3

Verosika is a lovebird parrot... She is very cuddly.

Kiki is a parakeet. Also...A very loving bird.

Velvette is a chickadee. Why? I dunno. I just got obsessed with them. And she seems to be the type to go Dee.

You can't just propose this concept and not draw it, @tanema123! (If you want, hahahaha)

Can Carmilla and the girls be those black swans? Only maybe more gray than black?

Also, if Sera and Emily are snow owls, they need the little black speckles on their faces like freckles (the speckles are cute; fight me).

Speaking of owls, now I'm just thinking of the Owls of Ga'hoole with those really elaborate helmets. Maybe Sera and Emily have halos that look like helmets. Or Carmilla makes angelic (?) weapons that owls can wield, like the Guardians.

(Is this anything? Completely just spitballing here)

[starzgaze]

Hai Haii!

Random question: you know the Types of people as Animals?? ie. The black cat, golden retriever, golden cat, black lab, ext.

Okay so what type of person do you think Jinwoo, Thomas Andre, Liu Zhigang and Cha hae in are? (Add any other character too if you want)

Also here's a link to a uquiz that started this decent into madness ahhdbd :

https://uquiz.com/quiz/Hg8xGo?p=3738430

Or you can search -> Are you a Black Cat or a Golden Retriever? By miacathart

(I got Golden Cat as a result btw if your curious.)

Honestly no pressure. You kinda seem like your going through it so I thought this could be a silly thing to cheer you up, even for a moment.

cheers,

✒️ nonnie

HII ✒️ NONNIE and erhrhrh dw about me im just err... going through it TOT but nice to see you again www also you're a golden cat?? so like... orange... right... u and me r twins

anyway yeahh!! i know about that and i think i got like... golden cat or orange cat in some quizzes and i meaan yeah I'm low-key air headed something is in my head and its not my brain nonnie!!

oh I've thought about that i think like wayyy way back i think it's like widely accepted that jinwoo is a black cat and i mean... i also agree but not the fact his whole fashion sense is just black black black but there's symbolism here and there such as black cats are seen as a symbol of death or bad luck is looming over you, mostly negative symbolism or ties with death which is fitting for our shadow monarch

not to mention have you seen those cat videos in the internet? especially the black cat videos where sometimes they're basically liquid and merges with their surroundings if it's reallyyy dark? yeah that's jinwoo can't convince otherwise, also the attitude?? jinwoo is a teeny weeny atleast sassy atleast, it's funny though.

also he fits it over all vibe too, he seems pretty distant at first but once he warms up and garners affection for you he wouldn't leave you alone even if he seems a bit distant.

for thomas I personally think he would be a dog type but not particularly a golden retriever or black lab either, probably a different breed of big dog that's purposely high maintenance and difficult to take care but also fiercly protective and loyal just how he is. probably a great Pyrenees or dogs that's mistakened as a lion or some big animal lmfaoo

he's huge and wild bro!! a bit violent here and there but it was mostly out of survival for him and his guildmates. other than that though i imagine he's a lovable guy like probably really nice to hug and hang around with like a big dog, not to mention he sort of has the attitude of one if you squint.

okay listen to me with zhigang. that man is not any of the listed animals if I'm being fr... zhigang would be a rooster... hear me out

actually not really a rooster only i had some other ideas or for other animals but none of them were mammals and mostly birds soo, he would be a bird. zhigang's personality is PROBABLY extroverted and a bit loud but it's fine because its liu zhigang

he seems to be a morning person to me, being a martial artist enthusiast and all. it's part of his routine to wake up early and drag any unfortunate person to his morning exercise and stretches that is soul crushing from how painful it is. also don't even try to sleep through his first call out to you for the morning exercise, he will become your personal rooster so just you can accompany him.

cha hae-in.... i honestly think she's a white cat just to contrast jinwoo but she's more of an angel to be with in general or I'm just biased to girls... anyway she seems more aloof and quiet compared to an orange cat or any dog breed except for a few probably but to me she's a cat from just how she strut in those panels lmfaoo

she seems to be the type to just space out or listen to you quietly before giving her own advice. hae-in is also elegant like a white cat bro have you seen her move or act? she's so poise and pretty especially when fighting with a sword.

but also she acts like a cat with her quiet... judging eyes or maybe out of the blue truthful words like cats that literally just swats you for no reason, just like how hae-in is with her advice that sometimes seem too blunt at times. (probably a reason why jong-in doesn't let her deal with conferences) but she's a great friend to be with! gentle and kind like a white cat heuughh i love her cutie patootie she's a girls girl

okay last one i talked about this one with some people and I'm sure about jinchul being a dog type but i have some thoughts on what type he would be or what breed. now that I've thought more about it, shiba inu would fit him ya know? intelligent dogs that's known for saving it's owners from danger and calamities just how jinchul save hunters and try to protect them and alsoo sort of has a resemblance to them lmfao

but he also fits being a border collie! that dog breed is known for herding sheep and protecting stuff! the breed is alert, loyal, and intelligent soo yeah i can also see jinchul being this type of dog too lmfaoo but probably an older one too just seeing how low-key tired he is judging from in game dialogue you can see whenever you meet him inside of the lobby

he's protective and attentive so what's not there to love? he's soo pookie I'm gonna squeeze him into a pulp someone stop me

also extra my sister told me she sees jinwoo as a ferret and i mean.. i see it actually and all this animal personality talk made me wanna do a hybrid au with these cutie pies i have ideas running in my head now

[prettyrealm]

ateez san ideal type reading

this reading is a paid commission, thank you so much for trusting in me! <3

overall:

someone who is exactly who they appear to be (he doesn’t want any tricks or surprises nor does he find this exciting, he just wants an honest person), someone who has overcome a rough childhood (maybe he had one as well?) and has the knowledge and wisdom to act as a right hand to him giving him good advice & guiding him through emotions, someone generous, nurturing & loving with an angelic vibe (like a genuinely innocent person), someone who he can gossip about others with, a soulmate type connection that others will see and be jealous of (he wants to be viewed as like “love birds”), someone who can trust to always take his side (if he doesn’t like someone then his partner doesn’t like that person either now), someone devoted to a higher power or belief system (even if it’s someone who looks up to a life coach or reads self-help books), someone that will get up and move with him at any time without complaints (he may even want to travel the world with someone, or be able to take them with him on tour), someone who he can live with comfortably, someone wounded that he can help fix, but he doesn’t want this person to have a victim complex or seek sympathy, he wants to be able to work to grow with them.

turn ons:

when someone really intense or crazy about him (like, if a partner were to seek revenge on his behalf even on a small scale, he would be really into that), someone almost “toxic” (i think he likes obsession & possessiveness tbh), when someone shows determination or bravery, when someone stands their ground or comes out on top despite the odds, when someone can preach realness, but also practice it (if you can talk the talk you better walk the walk), someone genuinely kind and compassionate, but at the same time i think he wants his partner to have a “cruel” or “cold” edge and be able to detach enough to still be able to advance their own interests (so kind of business minded & putting themselves first when needed be), someone who doesn’t hang out or associate with people he thinks are morally corrupt or trashy, someone who he can trust, but specifically trust enough to tell everyone else’s business to (whether it be group mates or just random industry tea, he would like to be able to spill and rant about it without worries), someone with short hair, freckles/moles or imperfections on the face, on the taller side (or with long proportions), big boobs & big butt.

turn offs:

someone who holds racist views (maybe he can put up with ignorance or insensitivity, but straight up hatred of another race seems to be something he can’t look past), stupidity, people who run away from their problems or have escapist tendencies (he seems to be the type to think you should fight whatever has you in a rut head on), people who don’t like trying new things, when someone can’t commit to things or has what he thinks is no real direction in life (he thinks everyone should have goals and spend their lives going after these goals relentlessly), people who lack self control and discipline, people who engage too much in what he may see as trashy behavior (partying, drugs, drinking), people who act as if they can’t take control of their own lives (he hates excuses), when someone says self-deprecating things, when someone engages in destructive behavior or ignores the consequences of their actions, very short height, when someone doesn’t take care of themselves (messy hair, sloppy looking, not put together), & a wide waist.

[keithsandwich]

Consequences

Explicit

Pairing: Alter!Keith x OC (Maeve)

Word Count: ~1350

Warnings: Mentions of Violence (towards other people), Jealousy, Semi-public Sex, Teasing, Size Kink, Rough Sex.

Note: Written for the Kinktober event Visions of Temptation 2023, hosted by @xxsycamore .

Day 3 - Angry Sex

Thank you so much my horny angel @nightghoul381, for the idea and for proofreading ♡

Maeve had no idea of the effect her silent anger had on his body.

She wasn’t the type to get confrontational, but she couldn’t hide her fury either. Her face grew flushed, highlighting the freckles on her cheeks and contrasting nicely with her sharp green eyes. Nostrils flared, she bit her cheek and pulled her arm away when he tried to reach her. Keith’s senses were at their peak due to the adrenaline in his veins, and now they were all focused solely on her as she stormed out of the room.

All of it just because he had put a nobleman in his place.

Keith didn’t linger. His feet followed the fresh trail of her scent, leaving the beaten man on the floor and a troubled Liam to deal with it. He couldn’t care less. All that mattered was the way Maeve’s body now burned for him, whether it be love or hatred; he wanted to savor every one of her reactions to him.

Nah, he needed it.

She was on the balcony of her room when he found her, her back turned to him, her face up to the Full Moon above. It explained a lot, as her emotions typically ran high during such moons. His arms enveloped her small frame without ceremony, and although she gasped at his touch, Maeve stood still.

"Acting so cold when your body is boiling hot? You’re such a bad liar…" Keith murmured in her ear, and this time her body squirmed, so spontaneously and awkwardly he couldn’t help but smirk. She was visibly fighting the feelings stirring up inside of her; hands pushing him away as if she could avoid what his touches provoked within her.

She couldn’t.

"I’m not lying! I just don’t let my feelings get the best of me."

Keith watched her walk toward the balustrade to gain some distance before finally turning to look at him, eyes livid. The small pout on her lips that made them look like some kind of luscious fruit made it hard for him not to devour her right there and then.

"You should try that too, you know?" Maeve said with her soft defiance, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"And let that scum get all handsy with you?" Keith got closer and placed his hands on the balustrade behind her, entrapping Maeve between him and the railing before she could even open her mouth to protest. The memory of the nobleman’s hand getting closer and closer to her back without her even realizing it infuriated him all over again. Because of her origins, some nobles didn’t recognize her as who she was — future princess consort, not some disposable mistress. And his fame as a failure that still persisted among few of them didn’t help. So she could bet he would knock out anyone who dared disrespect her until they all learned their lesson. She belonged to him, and to the other Keith, who wouldn't be quiet in his place either. Being loved by both of them only doubled her value. No one else would touch her. "Hell, no…" he growled.

"I’m not helpless!" Maeve looked right into his eyes, resolute. "I wouldn’t have let him–"

"And yet he was about to," Keith interrupted her, feeling the warm puff of her breath against his face as she sighed deeply. "Ya gotta be more cautious. There are many men out there ready to prey on a little bird like yourself."

"As you are right now?" Again that defiance, tart, and still so sweet… Like a red cherry. He could definitely stick his tongue into her tender little mouth and relish that flavor.

He chuckled. As if to prove Maeve right, Keith pressed her body against the balustrade, aware that his erection would be fully felt on her belly. "Being all sassy like this, ya need some punishment, don't ya think?"

Maeve didn't have a comeback to that. Her heavy eyelashes started to droop, taking away the beautiful sight of those obstinate, captivating eyes from him. But Keith wouldn't accept that. His hand grabbed her chin, and their eyes met again, tension building by the second until something snapped. Enough was enough, and he had had more than enough.

His tongue filled her mouth in an urgent, rough kiss. Maeve rested her hands against his chest, applying a slight pressure that vanished completely as she started responding to the kiss, much softer than she seemed to be just moments ago.

Because no matter how hard and sour her exterior could get, Maeve would always be tender and sweet inside.

Keith groaned. The blood rushing through his body only increased the adrenaline more and more, nourishing his excitement and yearning to have her.

Now.

Maeve held her breath when he suddenly turned and bent her over, and pinned her hands on the balustrade, biting her neck without a care about her fragrant hair covering it. It was his way to let her know he needed her to stay exactly like this, and the shiver running down her back was a sign that her body understood it. "Here?" She whispered the question under her breath, and Keith's answer was to pull up her skirts and reach for her drenched little pussy, freeing it from her panties.

Here. Definitely.

"Tell me you're mine," he demanded, unbuttoning his pants as fast as he could. The same hand that touched her juices now smeared his precum all over the tip of his cock before positioning it against her entrance. She was so wet it would be easy to slip in, but Keith refrained himself from going further, no matter how hard he was throbbing in his hand.

He leaned over, his other hand now moving her hair from her ear so he could whisper, "Maeve, I need ya to tell me that you're mine." In his desperation, he let his shaft slide just a few inches inside her, enough to hit a sensitive spot, causing her to moan loud and immediately cover her mouth with her fingers, surprised by the unexpected wave of pleasure. Far from satisfying him, however.

Keith took her wrist to pin her hand down again before pulling her nearer by her neck. Green eyes glanced up at his, fearless, but teary. He moved ever so slightly inside her, and watched with a smirk while Maeve bit her lips to try to prevent her lustful sounds. "Why can't ya be a good girl and tell me already, huh?"

"You're not being… a good boy yourself, are you?" She murmured with difficulty, but still so rebellious and he laughed throatily. So bold of her to tease him like this as if there would be no consequences. Or, perhaps, the consequences were what she desired the most.

This time, all of his length sinks in, stretching her walls mercilessly and moving without giving her time to get used to his size. Consequences were consequences. Keith grasped Maeve by the hips and pounded into her repeatedly, enjoying how she took him so well no matter how rough he was. He could feel her growing frenzy, her losing fight against the lewd sounds escaping her lips, and her back writhing in uneven breathing. Her legs trembled, getting so wobbly he had to tighten his grip to steady her.

All of those reactions rendered him unstoppable. Keith grunted, looking down to her rear bouncing back and forth against his groin as her pussy clenched harder and harder around his dick.

His precious doll, convulsing and dripping wet in pleasure for him.

His cherished little bird, singing out loud an ode to their passion under the moon.

His princess. His love.

His.

Keith felt his body losing control as his cock twitched and released his seed deep inside her. He held her, squeezed Maeve in his arms, almost clumsily. He needed to share that moment, that high and slow descending in loud gasps and lingering shuddering.

"Aren't ya mine now, silly girl?" He whispered in her ear, placing a soft kiss on it.

Maeve chuckled, lightly and briefly as a gentle night breeze.

"I'm always yours."

[hotcat37]

Woke up N the first thing I saw was ur OTP ask game post N f4n *KNEW* what 2 do so here I am :3!! 54, 42, 39, 34, 30, 21, 13, 10, 7 N 3 for Bojere pls! (U don’t gotta do all of them if it’s 2 many N Deaf! Jere AU preferably cuz it’s been idk how long but that fic *still* has a chokehold on me N U bet my Ass is gonna be wrapped in a f4 ton of fluffy blankets with snacks N plushies as soon as U bless us with a new chapter!! X33

~^*•.’+ BOJERE BEAM GO!

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54: who's more likely to carry the other to bed?

Probably Bojan because he likes to pick Jere up and carry him around randomly for fun haha Jere does also have strong arms though so it's not out of the question for him to carry a sleepy Bojan to bed and tuck him in <3

42: what's their favorite type of weather to enjoy together?

Snow for sure <3 They love making snow men and playing and watching the snowflakes fall. They also just find it cute to see the other bundled up in a big winter coat and a cozy scarf💞

39: who would rescue an injured animal and nurse it back to health?

I can see both of them doing that tbh They both have huge empathy for animals so both of them would be on board with helping an injured bird or abandoned cat or something. But I do think Jere would be the one to play responsible adult at some point once the animal is healed again and explain that they have to set it free even tho they've both gotten attached to it

34: who's more likely to tell a dirty joke to make the other blush?

Jere 👀👀 He can be surprisingly raunchy lmao The fact that he communicates mostly through text and looks so innocent is something he uses to his advantage. No one would suspect a thing if Jere casually shows Bojan the dirtiest message you can think of on his phone lol While Jere is often the one to start things, though, Bojan tends to be the one to finish them 😏

30: your OTP gets to pick out each other's outfits, what are they wearing?

Jere: he'd really love to see Bojan in leather so he'd give him a pair of his own pants and a leather shirt so he can swoon over his handsome Bojan 🥰 Bojan: he's putting Jere in more skirts... 1, because it's sexy. 2, because Jere really does look nice in skirts <3

21: who would get into a fight to defend the other's honor?

They're both pretty protective but unfortunately Jere is more likely the one to be harassed or treated rudely by a stranger so it's more common that Bojan would (fiercely) defend his angel. Bojan doesn't get angry easily but if someone is mean or hurtful to Jere he can become absolutely livid. Jere prefers to avoid conflict but he's not above using a right hook to protect his Slovene 💪

13: who's the bigger tease?

I couldn't really choose one in particular. Bojere have a really playful dynamic so the teasing is pretty equally divided haha

10: describe their first date

Something active. Maybe like a bowling date. It'd be just something lighthearted, something they'd do as friends. Except whoever scores a strike first gets a kiss 🤭 Hand feeding each other fries n whatnot 🥰 Then at the end Bojan would try to pay for everything but Jere distracts him and ends up paying ahead. Bojan is devastated until Jere tells him he did the math and Bojč can pay his half of the bill later. Equality 💪💪 Afterwards they walk to Jere's dorm together hand in hand ♡

7: would they build a pillow fort together just because?

100% They'll have sleepovers on the floor surrounded by pillows even though there's a perfectly fine bed waiting for them

3: do they wear the other's clothes?

Yes 🥰🥰 Jere likes to wear Bojan's hoodies and rings. Bojan also wears Jere's sweaters cuz they're oversized anyways and also his socks cuz Jere has a bunch of socks with fun patterns :3

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oh no I accidentally started making fakemon for the first time since my fake Fidough and Lechonk evolutions. these were designed for a few people from their discord usernames and from their own vague description of things they might wanna see

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first up is @whitster-lizzy

I think by the end of a somewhat confusing back and forth that I was supposed to make a combo of Bulbasaur, Medusa, and poison ivy. I took inspiration from the last two, but just could not get Bulbasaur's plump little front half to look good morphed into a tail. instead, I went for more of a 'protector of the forest' thing and added a maternal vibe that Whitney kinda gives off and ended up with this. I wanted to put an emphasis on three for the three leaves of poison ivy, so even its tears (which may or may not be from sad edits and the inability to hug anything without poisoning them :(() carry that, as do the scales sporadically thrown around there. the arms became vines when I was too tired and frustrated to keep trying to redraw actual arms to get them to look right (oops) and the hair is just a mess as I'd expect vine-hair to be

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next is @rauko-is-a-free-elf, who started this whole thing with a comment about someone mispronouncing their name as 'Rocco'

for whatever reason, I came up with an ice bird instead of something that screams 'rock type' idk why either. took inspiration from blue jays (one of their favorite birds) as well as peacocks with the tail and tried to go for sort of a crystal structure on there (along with dots that were supposed to be snow but failed to look like it) while still including the distinctive dark swoops blue jays have on their tails. the wings were supposed to be icicles and that was actually the first thing I designed rather than the head or the body. it really does make use of diamond shapes so I did try to add some rock type elements to it mostly in color scheme though maybe it would've been better without. I'm not really sure why it has a mask other than I wanted to give its face some dark lines like blue jays have but my brush was too thick to add too many little details. so mask👌

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now we have @bleuzombie

I didn't have any sort of a prompt or direction for this one and based it entirely off of their username. I originally took inspiration from Machop in the way of body shape and went from there, developing a vaguely reptilian form somehow that looked a lot more lizard-y before the dark typing came out in the form of skeleton-bits not unlike the Cubone line. the spiky bat there is a reference to The Walking Dead ofc, which led me to develop more of a baseball vibe with the dark line under its eyes representative of the grease baseball played use to reduce glare and with the sorta long sock-like design for the feet, along with the baseball stitching pattern that doubles as what's supposed to represent the stripes like all baseball uniforms have. its hands have always looked boxing glove-y from the very first beginnings of the sketch so I just colored them to match the rest of the color scheme and oh no now it's a fighting type oops

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now @nickelkeep

this one is also inspired by their username, which at first had me thinking about how dragons hoard coins but then somehow got turned into c a t and I don't really know why. either way I tried to keep a coin theme going (especially with its eyes, which are supposed to look like coins) while also making it a dark/fairy as sorta requested and it became a representation of the duality of cat: both angel and devil (also a twist of money being the root of evil and all that). so it got fluffy and spiky at once and now has pitchfork-themed whiskers and a few occult symbols to offset its scarf and heart motifs. I think this one was actually the first design I worked on and to the relief of everyone, I actually used a reference of a cat to get the pose right 🎉

(idk why there's a bad drawing of a nickel I think I was originally gonna make that into a background but I did decide against it in favor of making these look more like official pokemon character reference sheet things. enjoy the bad nickel anyway)

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next one up is @anyreiart

idk what happened with this one. I don't know much about anyrei and their username doesn't inspire much in the way of fakemon (beyond a few seconds where I thought of making a sun-inspired something with the 'rei' becoming 'ray'), so I went with a theme based on what I do know, which is that they paint, along with two pictures that they sent, one of which was Gothorita (the other was for a hairstyle I think but I did steal the funky red and black checkered tie from that because reasons). going off of that, this one is supposed to look like a paintbrush with its body and its edgy anime hair, and its belt continues carrying the paintbrush motif. since I was provided with the request to make it goth, I added thick eyeshadow-esque lines under its eyes and kinda used the hairstyle from the picture while also turning it into a paintbrush that utilizes their favorite color as the paint color. carrying the gothic art idea, I tried to make its lower half (originally meant to be a blobby sort of easel shape before I changed it) into something resembling stained glass windows that was famous at the time (I got confused multiple times while making the stained glass design so it's not all that consistent uh). it was supposed to be dark type, but ended up giving off more of a ghost/fairy vibe after I realized I accidentally made it a ballerina paintbrush (oops)

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moving on to @as-lost-as-sams-shoe

this one is heavily inspired by their username, starting with the scallion, which is a kind of oniony thing. they themself actually added the 'wrapped' part to push the pun a little further, which made me think of Swadloon and its cozy little leaf blanket, which naturally led to the scallion with its massive head and slimmer body (to match the shape of an onion more than a scallion admittedly) to be all wrapped up. scallions have leaves that look like they were cut straight across, which lead to the development of its 'bangs' (which was also inspired by the fact that scallions themselves grow underground and only the leafy parts are seen, adding a 'shy' element) as well as the tassels along the bottom of its leaf-wrap. the lines along its body are made to represent both the rings inside of an onion as well as the word 'rapscallion,' which is a term that can be used to mean villain or bad guy, earning it prison-esque stripes. its eyes are massive as a play on onions making people cry, and the smaller parts of its eyes that I can't remember the names of are based off of onion rings. the skull and crossbones shape is just to make it pirate-y, which is what I can't not picture when I read the word 'rapscallion' for one reason or another

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and finally @zybynarx, who gets a finished one as well as a sketch I scrapped and started anew

I actually had a lot to work with for this one, as they specifically asked for a fire type puppy pokemon. first instinct is ofc to go for a dalmatian, which is the firehouse dog or whatever, and I wanted to make the lower half black as a reference to that scene from 101 Dalmatians where they coat themselves in ashes to appear completely black. I made some firefighter-y stripes and tried to make its back legs look almost like boots which looks, in a couple of word, super weird. I then added tinder fluff on head and a kindling sort of thing on the neck, but when I tried to develop the back half's design, my brain sorta died and I couldn't decide what to do, so I went back to the drawing board fully intent on making like a complete copy of what I'd already tried

instead I ended up with this personification of tinder that's just all fluffy all the way down instead of the almost lion mane of tinder design I was originally picturing. I carried over the themes of adding firefighter stripes to allude to a firefighter's jacket as well as the kindling collar thing the other one had. I kept the bottom half black but made it more like wispy smoke than ash that trails behind it when it moves (which is a lot because puppy). the eyes are two pieces of coal and the nose is supposed to look like a match but doesn't. it looks very fluffy but is probably too squirmy to make a good lapdog. it just has that squirmy ball of energy vibe to it

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whether people really like these or not, it was definitely a learning experience, and I did pick up on a lot of things to keep in mind for future fakemon designs (particularly not to overcomplicate things and go more for consistency, which I did not originally do as I wasn't planning on make them into character sheets at all and didn't plan beyond the main drawings of the fakemon)

this craziness is a result of the @deancasanimebang (which is still accepting artists until October 1st :0)

(08/28/23)

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Who is the little spoon?

Probably Rex because he's smaller and he doesn't have wings in the way. That won't stop him from trying to be the big one, though.

Who sings in the shower?

I can imagine Raphael singing or whistling like the pretty songbird he is <3

Who plays pranks on the other?

Both! But their pranks are more like ambushes (turned sexual)

Who is the one who listens to pop music?

Not sure about Raphael's music tastes, Rex denies listening to pop but he also knows all of the words to the popular hits. The side effects of being stuck in a computer for so long.

Who brings the other a random cup of joe?

Raphael, as Rex drinks coffee and he doesn't.

Who picks the cheesy movies for date night?

Rex shows him the cheesiest horror movies, because he enjoys his reactions. Also you can make out during those movies and barely miss anything important.

Who is more likely to feed the other in public?

Probably Rex! Gotta help Raphael keep that dadbod

Who gives the other random little compliments?

Rex will randomly come up and give him a compliment just to see his little bird light up

Who is always stealing food from the other’s plate?

Rex could be the type of guy to not fix himself any food but just steal it from Raphael even though he could just get his own plate. It's more fun this way though. Raphael retaliates whenever he can

Who is more likely to let the other borrow their car?

Neither. Neither has a car.

Who makes the list before they go grocery shopping?

Rex, so he knows what to cook.

Who makes sure the other takes their meds when sick?

Also Rex and by god he will wrestle that angel down and shove the medication into his beak if he's being difficult

Who watches sports and has to teach the other the rules?

Sports can mean anything, right? Like sword fighting? I think Raphael knows more than Rex in this regard

Who pulls the other to their feet for a dance in the living room?

Smh this is too sweet and sappy, they're not like that at ALL. Rex

Who has to keep reminding the other to hurry or they’ll be late?

Maybe Raphael? Don't think Rex really cares if they're late and its not like they go to events often - if at all.

Who is the one most likely to get a tattoo with the other’s name?

Both :)

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You're Welcome ~ A Missing Scenes Fic

Fandom: Angel (Buffyverse)

Rating: E

Pairing: Spangel, mentions of Cangel & Spuffy

Characters: Spike, Angel, Cordelia

Word Count: 7107

Warnings: Missing scene fic 5x12, angst, minor fluff, grief, emotional hurt/comfort, canon character death, blood drinking, Sire/Childe dynamics, smut, oral, intimate sex, anal fingering, anal, coming untouched, coming on command, solace

Summary: Spike helps Angel through his grief. Angel gives them a kind of comfort they both have needed for a long time.

A/N: I actually started this fic over two years ago, about the same time I'd started Destiny, and I am soo sorry it's taken so long to get this one finished! I may have lost the thread somewhere along the line, but I think it still works. Also, think of this as my 'except that one...' fic, as to me, Spike referring to him and Angel being intimate would be more than just regular sex, and specifically post-soul.

*Edit: forgot to mention a huge thanx to @leatafandom for giving major parts of this a beta read!

Squares Filled: "Could you stay a bit longer?" for @fandombingo , Leap of Faith for @anyfandomfluffbingo

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“You guys go on ahead to the bar, I’ll wait for Captain Forehead and the Cheerleader and we’ll catch up.” 

Spike headed back through the parking garage and made his way upstairs to fetch the pair of stragglers. Angel was still staring at the spot where Cordelia had been standing before the phone rang when Spike walked through the office doors. 

“Angel, Cord, are you two comin’ or-”

Spike stilled when he saw Angel standing in the middle of the otherwise empty room, looking around for Cordelia.

“Girlie off takin’ a powder? Angel?” Spike finally noticed the pained look on Angel’s and the tears in his eyes. He took a breath and the taste of grief hit him like a punch to the gut. “Angel, what...what happened? Where’s Cordelia?”

“She’s dead, Spike.” Angel’s voice was a faint whisper and Spike dashed forward quickly over to him as his legs buckled. Spike caught him around the middle just before his knees hit the carpet, shouldering his way under Angel’s arm and leading him over to the couch by the window. “She never even actually woke up, not really. She told me it was her gift from the Powers, to have one last day with us, to set us, set me, back on track. She’s gone, Will.”

“Cor, we’ve got to stop fallin’ for breakable little humans. No good ever comes of it, does it?” Spike kept his hold on Angel and Angel let his head fall to his shoulder, slumping against him with a sound somewhere between a huff of amused agreement and a sob. With the lack of space between them, Spike could smell her scent clinging to him, trailing from his breath. It smelt of love, of longing and peace. They’d kissed, and she’d poured every bit of herself into it, let it wrap around Angel like a veil. Spike couldn’t help but envy her for that. Being able to give herself to his Sire like that, in a way he knew Angel would never accept from him. He shook it off, knowing precisely the acute type of pain he was feeling. “I’m sorry, luv. She was a special bird, that one. Even before the Powers set their sights on ‘er. Brave as they come, wasn’t she?”

“Yeah. And so strong. God, the things she lived through, and she never gave up. Just always kept fighting, no matter what the Powers put her through. She deserved more than just twenty-three years in this world...” 

Spike could smell the renewed tang of tears as Angel spoke and he couldn’t help but to reach a hand around to card his fingers through strands of gel-stiffened hair. It’s what he did, wasn’t it? What he was. Cold comfort to soften the pain. Always that. Dru, Dawn, the Scoobies, Buffy, Anya...always turned to him when the loss was at its freshest. Needed the cold of his arms, his lips, his body, to chase away the white-hot flare of grief. Only to leave him there, chilled beyond the bone, once the tears dried. Except Dawn, of course. The Li’l Bit, at least, had seen him as more than just a shoulder to soak up all that salt. Had come to him as a friend, to hang out and watch whatever was on T.V., or just talk about the goings-on of the day. Before the reason for the soul, anyway. After, Buffy had come close to it, he was no longer her pillow to scream all her rage into then, had even held him back that last night, the closest they had come to being equal. More than he had ever dared to ask for, to even hope of receiving from her. 

His thoughts ran their course as he listened to the soft sobs of his Grandsire, felt the wet of his tears spread through the fabric of his shirt, and just held him. He could tell the worst of it was being held back, the demon warring with the soul for its weakness at such emotion. Knew how Angelus was in there, rattling the bars and spitting venom. Had spat venom at himself for crying that night and so many nights after, all one hundred and forty-seven of them. Couldn’t stand to see Angel struggle against the pain like this.

“‘S alright, Liam. It’s alright to grieve for her, Sire, no matter that the demon says otherwise. It’s not weak to cry for the loss of love.” Spike held him closer, his own eyes stinging in sympathy for Angel’s pain. He felt a hand clutching at the fabric of his shirt, and his dead heart clenched in sorrow. “Shh, Angel, it’s okay. Just let it out.”

And he did, then. A wail of misery, the likes of which Spike hadn’t heard since a similar sound had been torn from his own throat nearly three years ago. High-pitched and keening, like an injured animal, the pained sound filled the air, bounced off the walls of the office and back to them. Spike clenched his eyes shut at the sheer rage he felt lying beneath the layers of it, and clutched Angel even closer, one hand rubbing slowly along his arm as his Grandsire howled out his despair into the hollow of his throat. 

How long they stayed like this, Angel’s face buried in his shirt, tears soaking into the thin cotton, Spike couldn’t say. He felt tears roll down his own cheeks as the minutes ticked by, the evidence of Angel’s pain tearing at his heart in a way he hadn't realized he was still capable of feeling for the elder vampire after what they’d gone through the past few months. 

Eventually, Angel’s sobs died away, but the brunette made no move to pull away. Instead, he merely turned his head slightly, so that his nose brushed along the curve of Spike's throat. Spike stiffened as Angel nuzzled into his neck. Great, here he was again, an empty vessel for the ones he loved to pour their pain and grief into, needed only for the night and then shunned and shoved away in the morning; Drusilla had needed him at night but wailed for Angelus throughout the day, Buffy had taken him into her body in the dark shadows of Sunnydale but cried out for Angel when morning came, and now the one he could never be, the one he’d had to pretend he didn’t need just as much as they did, was holding onto him like a lifeline, needing him to save him from drowning. If only Spike could believe he wouldn’t cast him back out into the churning waters when the storm had settled. 

Frost had once written, 'home is the place where, when you have to go there, they have to take you in', so if that were true, shouldn't the reverse also be expected? How could you turn away your home, your true home, the one place, where, wrapped up in its solid comfort, you always felt safe? Angel was his home, his foundation, no matter how much he wished otherwise, and he couldn't find it in him to leave his Sire adrift like this.

As Spike felt tear-wet lips press against his skin, he let himself give into the innate desire that would always be the reaction to the touch of the elder vampire, turning his head to briefly capture Angel's mouth in a fleeting, gentle, kiss. Breaking away before Angel could deepen it, he stood up, pulling the brunette with him. 

“C’mon, pet, let’s get you upstairs, yeah?” 

Angel allowed himself to be trundled into the elevator, burying his face into Spike’s shoulder as the car rose up to the penthouse, fingers grasping tight at his shirt, Spike’s arms around him the only thing keeping him from collapsing into a nearly-catatonic heap on the floor. When the doors opened, Spike began maneuvering the bulky vampire towards the master bedroom, only for Angel to stop him and tug him down the hall towards the guest room. The room he knew would no longer smell like them, but her. With a sigh, he allowed himself to be led into the bedroom, unsurprised when the brunette let out a fresh sob in the doorway at the scent of the seer. 

Spike held his breath, unwilling, just yet, to inhale the flowery, sweet scent that would have taken the place of the smell of the blood and cum that had previously been spilled here. The too-recent memory of him writhing in Angel’s lap as they brought themselves to completion flashed through his mind, and he shook his head ruefully. And here they were again. About to go through with another bad idea. He knew what Angel would want of him, in his grief, and he didn’t have the willpower to deny him. Christ, he was beginning to feel like a fucking ping-pong ball. 

He helped Angel over to the bed and turned back towards the door, Angel's voice a desperate whisper behind him.

"Don't, please."

"Just gettin' you a whiskey, pet, tha's all." 

Spike walked back through the apartment, so very tempted to flee. He’d be well within his right, after all. Last time, Angel had denied him his presence when he’d all but begged him to stay a little longer. But he just couldn’t, for whatever reason. He couldn’t walk away from his Grandsire and leave him alone with his misery, not if there was a way he could help to alleviate it. Shrugging away any thoughts of running, he poured a couple large glasses of whiskey and headed back to Angel. 

“We…we need to call the others, let them know.” As Angel spoke, his hands were shaky as he searched his pockets for his phone. Spike crossed over to him, taking the cell from him and replacing it with one of the glasses of amber liquid. 

“Let ‘em have their victory for a few hours, yeah? There’ll be time enough for tellin’ tomorrow.”

Angel nodded silently in agreement as Spike set the phone on the nightstand. Gulping down his whiskey in two swallows, he watched as Angel sipped slowly at his own. Once Angel’s glass was empty, he took it from him and placed them both on the table beside the cellphone. 

“‘S the weekend, can have a proper Irish wake for your bird tomorrow, if you want.”

“Yeah…that would be nice.” Spike winced at the flatness of Angel’s voice.

Angel stared down at his feet, his shoulders slumped against the weight of his anguish. Spike was surprised he hadn’t yet tried to restart what they’d put on pause downstairs. Maybe he’d figured wrong.

“You sleepin’ here tonight, then, pet, or you wanna head to your room?” 

Angel didn’t answer, just turned his head to look at Spike, the pain he felt etched across his face.

“Here, then, I reckon.” Spike answered for him, slipping from the bed to kneel on the carpet. He took Angel’s shoes off and set them aside. Straightening up, he pulled Angel to standing, leaving him there to sway unsteadily as he pulled down the covers. Turning back to the larger vampire, he quickly unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off his arms. His eyes lingered over the reddened flesh that was still healing from where the slimy little fake had pierced his heart, and he felt a rush of relief that the imp had not been fighting his Sire with stakes in hand. He unbuckled and removed his belt, but made no move to undo his slacks, stepping back to give Angel room. “C’mon, Peaches, into bed with ya.”

Angel came to himself enough to crawl under the sheets and grabbed Spike's wrist as he made to pull the covers up around him.

"Could you stay a bit longer? Please. I know I have no right to ask you, after…last time. I just don't - I don't want to be alone."

Spike looked down at Angel's pleading face and simply nodded. Kicking off his boots, and pulling off his duster, he turned off the lamp and climbed into the bed in the space Angel created for him. Immediately, Angel pulled himself against Spike, his arm wrapping around the slim waist and clutching him close. He let the brunette bury his face in his shoulder as the salt-tang of tears hit his nose, his hands soothing through his hair and over his back as Angel cried out the fresh wave of grief.

“‘S okay, luv, let it out. ‘M here, Angel, I'm right here. "

This new bout of tears was quieter and shorter than the first, petering out to small sniffles after just a minute or so. 

"I'm sorry."

“Sorry for what? Soakin’ my shirt? Don’t be, mate, trust me, I blubbered worse over Buffy. Sure you did, too.”

Angel sniffed again and lifted his head from Spike’s shoulder, looking at him in the dim light emanating from the hallway. 

“No. I’m sorry for not staying last time, when you asked me to. And for all the other shit I’ve put you through since you got your body back.” Angel sat up on his knees, wiping a hand across his tearstained face, and Spike scooted back to sit up against the headboard, eyebrows scrunched in confusion at the unexpected turn in Angel’s thoughts. “I’ve been an ass, I know, fuck, I’ve practically been acting like Angelus with you…on his better days, anyways. Pushing you away, only to turn around and pull you right back. Hell, I practically handed you over to Lindsey on a silver platter, made it so easy for him to get to you. I just wanted to keep you safe from the Senior Partners, make them think I really hated you, so they’d leave you alone. I never would have thought Lindsey would be dumb enough to come back here and try some dipshit stunt like this.”

Spike stared at Angel, his eyes wide at the sudden confession. This was certainly the last thing he had expected from the brunette, at least without an extremely loud argument and not a small amount of pain to instigate it. He hadn’t thought Angel would have admitted to his recent behavior all on his own, and now that it was all laid out like this, after having the big lunk crying his eyes out on his shoulder, it just didn’t matter. It wasn’t something he wanted to deal with, at least not right now. Besides, Angel's yo-yo treatment of him was far from the top of his list of worries…more pressing was the matter of whether his apartment was still just that, his apartment, now that Doyle - Lindsey - was gone. He didn't even know what name the lease was under. God, what a pathetic vampire he'd become, worrying about such human things as lease agreements. He was becoming…domesticated, and wasn't that a scary thought?

And anyway, just hearing Angel apologize seemed to go a long way to undoing some of the damage. The hurt was nothing new between them anyway. They’d only spent a couple lifetimes at it, after all. Blinking, he shook himself out of his scattered, bouncing thoughts, reached up, and wound his hand around Angel’s neck and pulled him down into a soft kiss.

“Don’t think I’ve ever ‘eard you string together that many words ‘less you were yellin’ ‘em.” Spike’s voice was thick with unchecked emotion as he whispered against Angel’s lips. “Look, mate, I’ve plenty of yellin’ I wanna do, an’ probably more than a few punches to throw, but not tonight. Let it go, yeah? Least for now. What’s done is done. Your heart’s hurtin’ for Cordelia, my ego’s bruised thanks to that shrimpy git, we don’t need to deal with more than that tonight.”

Angel nodded his acceptance and agreement and recaptured Spike’s mouth, deepening the kiss, letting himself get lost in it as his tongue delved between parted lips. Spike slid back down on the bed, his head resting on the pillows as Angel explored his mouth, the gentleness of the kiss taking him by surprise. Last time, after the incident, their kisses had been feral, bloody and brutal as they let loose all the built up need that their fight had only served to bring to a head. This one, though, held none of that brutality, no snarls of hunger and dominance, no fangs piercing into soft flesh as they devoured each other. But, underneath the tenderness, Spike could sense Angel’s growing desperation as his tongue stroked inside his mouth; desperation and longing. His cock hardened unsurprisingly fast at the evidence of Angel’s yearning that belied the quiet softness of his kiss, his hips arching up to brush his denim-clad erection against the matching length tenting Angel’s slacks, both of them moaning into each other’s mouths at the contact.

Breaking the kiss with a low growl, Angel began mouthing a trail down Spike’s throat, hands tugging at the thin cotton of his shirt as he nuzzled into the dip of his collarbone.

“Off,” Angel growled as he pulled away, eyes dark as he stared down at the blonde.

Spike groaned at the husky order, quickly shedding his tee shirt and pulling Angel back down to his newly bared chest. Angel snuffled at the hollow of his throat, a quiet keen vibrating against Spike’s skin as Angel pushed his nose into his clavicle, as if trying to push through, bury himself there.

“I still smell her.”

Well, duh. Spike rolled his eyes and bit back the automatic, heartless response. 

“Be hard not to, luv; she was laying here not that long ago.”

“No, not the sheets.” Angel nuzzled into him again, blunt teeth scraping over the skin of his throat as he whimpered. “Here. I can still smell her here. God.” 

Understanding clicked in Spike’s muddled mind and he hesitated, unsure whether he wanted to shove the brunette away or hold him closer. Of course, it wasn’t about him. Always about the girl, only the names change. 

Angel licked over Spike’s skin again, heedless of the blonde’s inner pouting. He knew he shouldn’t be practically pleading for Spike to allow him to bite, knew that drinking from him would only complicate things between them way beyond the tangled mess it already was. But, he just couldn’t help it. Cordelia’s scent lingered under the thin, pale skin, mingling with that of his Childe and calling to him more powerfully than either ever had separately. 

“Please”, he asked in a rough whisper, hoping for concession, praying for denial. 

Damned yo-yo string's gonna break one of these nights. 

Spike closed his eyes in resignation, and nodded once, turning his head to the side to bare his throat to Angel’s access. And, if he was perfectly honest, he was quite surprised that Angel had actually asked, rather than just tearing into his flesh and taking what he wanted. Hell, the scent of the ex-cheerleader that lingered on the sheets mingling with that of both of their own hesitant arousals was making it hard for him to keep his own demon from snarling and snapping. 

“Do it.”

He heard the crunch and shift of bone as Angel let the demon to the fore, and gasped softly at the needle-sting of fangs as they slid smoothly into his flesh. Surprise washed over him again at Angel’s unexpected care of the matter, how gently he bit into him. He let out a low groan at the slow pull of blood from his veins, only now realizing just how much he’d missed this, the feeling of blissful pleasure that came from family feeding from you. He’d seen that feeling etched on Angel’s face when he’d fed from him to speed his healing after the Dana incident, and he had to hand it to the brunette for holding back from returning the favor. Already he wanted nothing more than to twist Angel’s head to the side and complete the connection, tear into that thick neck and gulp down the rich blood that screamed of family, belonging. 

As Angel slowly sipped at Spike’s blood, a low keen sounding at the back of his throat at the taste of Cordelia and Spike and Aurelius, family, belonging, he let his hand trail over the bare flesh of the slim body beneath him, stroking softly down his neck, over his chest, and down, further still, along the concave of his stomach, fingers stroking across the pale skin just at the edge of his jeans. He could taste Spike’s need threading through every mouthful, and his own arousal surged higher, his cock painfully hard against the zipper of his slacks. 

This beautiful creature beneath him was offering him comfort, despite the pain he’d been causing them both over the past few months. Despite all the emotional whiplash, his boy was still here, providing him with a vessel to absorb his grief, allowing him to mourn in their way, the only one who would understand just what kind of solace was required. 

Swallowing a final mouthful, he let out a groan of gratitude around the fangs embedded in the smooth, cool flesh. He retracted his fangs from Spike's throat, laving his tongue over the torn skin until it began to heal. Once the last trace of blood was licked away, Angel continued his interrupted path, trailing his mouth over the pale skin of the muscular chest beneath him. He felt Spike tense slightly as he flicked his tongue over a pink nipple, sensed the blonde's hesitancy at taking it further, and a jolt of realization struck him.

"You're not her, Spike. That's not what this is. The blood was, but not this. I thought it was, too, but it's not." Still nuzzling his face against Spike's torso, he slid his hand down to cup him through his jeans, squeezing the hard length just enough to drag a soft hiss of pleasure through gritted teeth. "This is about us, Will, we both need this."

Spike let out a groan of capitulation, his heart wanting to believe Angel's words. His head warred with him though, still unable to accept that Angel wasn't imagining soft warmth where he was only hard and cold. Her life under his hands instead of his dead flesh.

Angel knew Spike wasn't completely mollified by his words, despite the slackening of his previously tense state, knew his boy was still reluctant to take his words at face value. Yes, he was still acutely feeling the loss of Cordelia, but it hadn’t been grief that had driven him to try to initiate things down in his office. Well, not just grief. He was tired of keeping Spike at arms length, tired of the longing, the loneliness. Pushing him away hadn't kept him safe like he'd intended. Pushing him away had instead left him vulnerable to Lindsey's slick lies, ready to believe anyone who offered him a glimmer of hope that he belonged somewhere. 

Guilt struck him as he realized Cordelia's death had merely given him the ready excuse to let himself give in to the always present need to lose himself in the blonde. The man in him would always love Cordy, would always regret the missed chances she represented, but both soul and demon had always yearned for the hard, cool body beneath him; it was the one thing they’d always agreed on. 

Pushing Cordelia to the back of his mind, he focused on the half-naked blonde lying prone under him, determined to put proof to his words. Spike’s eyes were heavy-lidded and dark with undeniable desire despite the wariness that still showed through. Angel's hand still encircled his hard cock, and he watched the younger vampire as he stroked down the length of the shaft, his own cock twitching as Spike bit into his bottom lip to stifle a groan. 

"Let me hear you, Spike, don't hold back. Wanna hear what I do to you, boy, all those sweet, filthy sounds you make." 

Spike let out a soft moan as Angel nipped at the edges of his abdomen, giving into the delusion the brunette was presenting him with, letting himself believe the lie even though he knew he was setting himself up for fresh pain when it was over and Angel kicked him out again. 

"That's it, my beautiful boy." 

Angel swirled his tongue briefly into the dip of Spike's navel, his hand still working the denim-covered erection, and mouthed lower still. Twice they'd come together in the past few months, and both times he'd denied himself the full pleasure of this intoxicating creature. He knew it wasn't wise to give in this time, either, but couldn't find the strength to hold steadfast to the restraint he'd managed before. Couldn't resist the need to taste again what he'd never forgotten, to see desire and pleasure etched into the marble features that haunted so many of his dreams. 

Letting himself enjoy this as much as he wanted Spike to, Angel teased his tongue along the expanse of skin just above his hips, licking at the cool flesh until a quiet plea was whimpered out through reluctant lips. The plea was louder the second time as he pulled away to undo the jeans that separated him from his goal.

Legs lifted without thought as hands tugged the fabric down and away, returning to that pale, sculpted flesh after soft woolen slacks landed atop the rough denim on the floor. Cursing the lack of moonlight in the windowless room, Angel made the most of vampire senses and two decades of memory as he gazed upon the naked figure sprawled beneath him. His eyes honed in on the one part he had avoided spending much focus on during their previous encounters, fresh arousal rushing through him as he took in the sight of the long cock that curved up toward a hard, flat (still too thin) stomach. 

Leaning down, Angel did what he had barely restrained himself from doing that first night and flicked his tongue over the weeping head that poked out of the quickly retracting foreskin, eyes fluttering closed at the salty taste of Spike's pre-come, so similar to the blood he had drawn from the blonde, but distinctly singular in its flavor. There was no Cordelia Chase here, no Aurelius; the slightly musky, earthy tang on his tongue spoke solely of William, a flavor he had not forgotten in the century plus since he had last savored it. 

Spike gasped aloud at the feel of Angel's tongue caressing over the tip of his aching cock, shocked by the act. As Angel groaned softly in response and closed his lips over his throbbing length, he felt the scale tipping closer towards the belief that this truly was about them, about their needs, and not about the grief of a dead cheerleader and love lost before it had the chance to blossom. Yo-yo thread fraying thinner, dangerously closer to snapping, and Spike's sanity with it. 

Angel slid his lips down the shaft, taking the substantial length into his mouth until his nose brushed the wiry curls surrounding its base. Swallowing around the girth, and relishing the moan he drew forth, he inhaled the uniquely masculine scent of the blonde's sex, memories flitting through his mind of times when that scent would fill their rooms for days, lingering in his nostrils even as they'd reluctantly separated from each other long enough to slake another kind of hunger. 

"Oh, God, Angel…" Spike couldn't stop himself from thrusting up into his mouth, it had been so long since he'd experienced its talent, and even back then, it had happened so far and few between, given only when Angelus had felt generous enough or when William had managed to make him particularly proud. "Too good, pet, gonna make me come too soon." 

Angel groaned, aroused further by the realization he could still bring Spike to the brink so quickly. Not wanting things to be over with too early himself, he reluctantly released Spike's cock and climbed off the bed. 

"Angel?" 

"Gotta find something…the only thing to use in here is her lotion…I-I can't…it's too-"

"I understand."

As Angel went off to find a suitable lubricant, Spike let out a soft sigh of relief, touched by the lengths Angel was going to to keep him and Cordelia separate in this. It gave him a smidgen of hope; not as much as doing this in the master bed might have, but some. And that would have to be enough for now. Even if, in the back of his mind, he knew that sooner rather than later, Angel would go back to his initial stance of keeping at a distance in the foolish hopes of shielding him from the Senior Partners radar; his Grandsire was a slow learner, after all.  

Angel returned in short order, naked now, bottle of lube in hand. He hurried back onto the bed, stopping Spike when he made to turn over. If he was going to give in, then he was going to do this the way he had wanted to in the first place. 

"Don't. I want to see you this time." 

Spike laid back down and Angel settled back between his legs, guilt renewed by the vulnerable look on his face. At least he wouldn't have to worry about finding perfect happiness, there was too much despair clouding the moment. Slicking his fingers, Angel began preparing Spike with more care than he had the last time, not wanting pain, at least, physical pain, to be a part of their coupling tonight. 

As he felt Spike relax beneath his ministrations, he eased a second finger in beside the first, scissoring them slowly until his Childe moaned in need, trying to buck down on the slippery digits.

"Please, Sire. Harder."

Angel groaned at the wanton, husky plea, thrusting his fingers into the loosening passage at a slightly faster pace, but still maintaining the force behind them, unwilling to let the blonde escape the nature of this moment behind a wall of pain. 

"That's not what you need, little one. And it's not what I want."

Spike groaned, turning his face away from Angel's intense gaze, reluctantly giving himself over to his Grandsire's determination to convince him this was different. He felt the thread draw taut, snapping under the tension, leaving him falling from an impossible height with no way of knowing if Angel would be there to catch him, or if he would end up splattered across the pavement like a bug on a windshield. He had hoped for at least a modicum of rough treatment to keep his mind focused, a sting of pain to ground him and keep him fettered to his belief that Angel was treating this the way he had the last time. Without that distraction, with Angel being so gentle, so like the good times they'd had before everything went wrong, he couldn't deny his heart, no matter what doubtful thoughts nagged at the back of his mind. He could only let himself dive headlong into what was being offered, and hope it wouldn't leave him devastated.

Angel wanted Spike to look at him, wanted him to stop hiding away, but knew he couldn't press the issue, not when he'd caused the doubts in the first place. Instead, he let his actions say what he never could, his fingers stretching Spike open little by little, a third digit slipping in only when there was more than enough give. Ignoring his own cock's throbbing need to sink into the willing body beneath him, he sought out Spike's prostate, working the nub teasingly until the younger vampire wrenched his head back towards him, a cry of pleasure falling from his lips as their eyes finally met in the near dark. 

"Please, Angel...need you now."

Angel nodded and eased his fingers out, deftly slicking up his aching erection before shuffling forward, notching the head of his cock at the rim of Spike's clenching hole. As he pressed slowly into him, he grabbed Spike's hands in his, raising them to lay entwined on either side of his head. He stretched himself out to hover over the blonde as he bottomed out, his head dipping down to smother Spike's broken moan with a deep kiss.

Spike's eyes rolled back at the feel of the slick slide of Angel's cock as it filled him, his grip on the brunette's hands tightening as he felt himself stretch to accommodate the steely girth. Giving up on holding back, he threw himself into the kiss that fell upon his lips, his legs lifting to wrap around Angel's waist as their tongues grazed across each other's, his heels digging into the older vampire's taut backside, urging him deeper, pulling their bodies closer together.

Angel felt the moment his doubtful Childe stopped resisting what he was trying to show him, and he couldn't hold back the groan of relief. Releasing one of Spike's hands, he cupped the side of his face, continuing the passionate kiss as he started thrusting slowly within him. 

Spike soon began squirming under Angel's teasing pace, his free hand sliding under Angel's arm to clutch at his back, nails digging into the shoulder blade where he knew the tattoo rested. He wanted to break the kiss, turn his head away again; not to hide again, but to offer his throat to Angel once more, and to free his mouth to voice his keens of desire to the silence of the room, but Angel was keeping him nearly immobilized in his all encompassing embrace, swallowing down the sounds of need and returning them like an echo. 

He could feel the tip of Angel's cock brushing against his prostate on every instroke, his own aching length trapped and leaking between them, and he felt his orgasm drawing inexorably closer. Finally, Angel released his mouth, the brunette's lips trailing along his jaw as he fought to catch a breath he didn't need. 

"Angel, fuck, please…" Angel's teeth grazed over his throat where he had previously bitten, and his words caught in his throat, his cock pulsing out a steady stream of pre-come to pool in the hollow of his heaving abdomen. "Bloody hell! Bite me, luv, please; bite me or fuck me harder, something…I'm so close, jus' let me come!"

"Not stopping you, William, just feel it, and let go." Angel nuzzled into the curve of Spike's neck and raised his head, staring down at the blonde. "Look at me, little one, wanna see you." 

Angel kept his pace steady, unerringly striking against the nub of flesh he knew was driving Spike towards climax. His own release loomed within reach, the sight of the blonde writhing beneath him, the feel of Spike's cock rubbing against his stomach with each thrust, of his tight hole clenching around him, pushing him closer to the edge with every passing second. He still wanted Spike to finish first, this time, not as a show of dominance, but in order to see the face that haunted his dreams contorted in pleasure. Angel dropped the bulk of his weight down on Spike, pinning his hips to the bed and providing extra pressure against his cock as his pelvis ground against it with each thrust.

"Come for me, Will, I'm right behind you. So tight. Jesus, so perfect. Come for me."

Spike scored his nails down Angel's back, exacting pain if he wouldn't be allowed to feel it, and the soft hiss and faint scent of fresh blood drove him over the precipice he teetered on. His cock pulsed between them, tepid seed surging hard and fast from the prolonged need to come. He arched up into the miniscule space between, lifting his head to smother his howl of release into the curve of Angel's throat. It was all too much, the slow, gentle lovemaking, Angel's insistence that this was about more than grief; he wasn't sure if he would be able to handle whatever came next. 

"Oh, fuck, Spike!" Angel groaned out and thrust deeply once more, letting his orgasm wash over him as Spike clung to him. Spike may have buried his face in his shoulder, but not before Angel had caught a glimpse of the intense pleasure that had rippled across his features. It was a sight he had regretted missing out on the few times they'd come together like this since Spike's re-corporealization, and he knew he'd been right in his assumption that he wasn't the only one who'd needed it this way. 

As they both came down from their climaxes, Angel rubbed his cheek against the side of Spike's head, allowing him his privacy as he came back to himself. His spent cock slowly softened and he let out a soft grunt of regret as it slid out of the tight sheath of flesh surrounding it, Spike's responding groan making him clutch the blonde closer, finally releasing his hand to encircle his waist. He maneuvered them both onto their sides and let Spike remain wrapped around him, just as he used to after their more rigorous bouts of lovemaking had left William too worn out to do much more than snuggle in closer. Like back then, Angel began murmuring soothingly, the past so painfully present as he held the slighter vampire close.

Spike hated this. The waiting. Waiting to see if Angel would push him away again. He wanted to run away, scramble out of Angel's soft embrace, snatch his clothes off the floor and hightail it out of there before his Grandsire had the chance to break him. He wanted to. But he couldn't find the will to move; not with Angel's arms still wrapped around him, the soft susurration of his voice in his ear bringing him back a hundred years. They had never been like this; not once, since the curse that took Angel away. This was the first time in a century that he and Angel had not just fucked, but been truly intimate with each other. He only hoped it wouldn't be the last. 

Finally needing to face whatever repercussions came from his giving in, Spike disentangled himself from Angel, rolling away to swing his legs over the edge of the bed. As he made to stand, Angel's hand caught at his wrist, stilling him. He didn't have the strength to turn and face him, nor to pull away.

"Will you stay?"

Spike's shoulders slumped in relief and he fought to keep the welling of emotions out of his voice as he responded with a bravado he didn't quite feel.

"Yeah, alright. Prob'ly don't have a flat to go back to anyways, right?"

Angel gave a shaky laugh and Spike let himself be tugged back down to the mattress, settling into the curve of his body as he pulled the comforter up over them. Angel draped his arm over Spike's hip and pressed a kiss to the nape of his neck.

"Sleep, William. I'll have Gunn take care of it in the morning."

Barely two hours after his eyes drooped shut, Spike awoke to Angel's screams. Blurry eyed and muzzy from sleep, he merely soothed his hand along the vampire's arm as the screaming turned to sobs. As Angel calmed, he whispered softly to him, nothing in particular, just quiet words of comfort; things he'd have wanted to hear when he had been in his place, those three years ago.

When the brunette had finally settled, he pulled Angel into his arms and wrapped the covers back over them as Angel burrowed his head into the curve of his neck, his lips pressed softly against the spot he had so recently fed from. 

As Spike began to drift off again, he felt a presence in the room, not human, but not dangerous, either. He lifted his head enough to crane around to look at the doorway, but found nothing there. Shrugging it off as just his weary emotions projecting outwardly, he settled back down in the bed, letting sleep find him as Angel unconsciously clutched him closer.

Cordelia hovered by the bed, a small smile on her face as she reached down to brush a stray lock of hair from Angel's forehead. 

"Salty goodness, indeed. You'd think, having already seen you two getting groiny almost constantly for nearly twenty years way back in ye olden days, not to mention the dozen or so times within the last century, I'd be over how unbelievably hot that is. And, actually, pretty beautiful. I swear, if I ever get another reprieve from all this celestial hoo-hah, you know, time off for good behavior", she cast a glance heavenward pointedly, "I'm definitely gonna see about getting in on that action.

And you, mister,” Cordelia turned her gaze to the slighter vampire, “you better not screw up this chance you were given. We pulled a lot of strings making sure the world’s sleaziest lawyer was able to find the right spells to retrieve the amulet, and you with it. Hilarious that he actually thought he was slick enough to have done it without a little divine intervention.”

Spike shifted restlessly in his sleep and she smoothed her hand along his cheek until he calmed, her smile turning sad.

"I'm counting on you, bleach-boy, don't let me down or I will find a way to smite you. Angel cares about you more than you realize, take it from someone with inside information. He's gonna need you by his side for what's coming. And, yeah, he's going to piss you off royally, and the big buffoon’s gonna keep trying to push you away, thinking he needs to keep you safely away from all this, but, just give him the benefit of the doubt, huh? Our boy has a big task ahead of him, and you're a huge part of it, for whatever reason. You are a Champion, Spike, you've got a chance to make a real difference now, don't waste it, either of you. Take care of our boy, Blondie."

Leaning over the two sleeping vampires, Cordelia pressed a whisper of a kiss to their cheeks, sighing softly as Angel relaxed further into Spike's comforting embrace. Straightening up, she cast them one last wistful glance and faded away, her heart heavy with the pain she knew was coming to them, but hopeful for their future beyond it. The Powers had brought Angel his biggest ally, whether he would admit it or not, she'd given him her gift, gotten him back on his path, and now, she could only hope for the best, the rest was up to them.

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All Things Spike: @leatafandom

[sarahshoots1st]

In defense of my angel lady

Because I have religious trauma and love strong female characters, so angels are my nectar and ambrosia

A lot of people - including Riot - like to vilify Kayle, portraying her as an example of taking justice too far, someone who executes the law with mercy or consideration for they greyness of morality. While I think that is a valid story to tell with a Justice-themed character, I think they're forgetting one important fact:

90% of the characters in the LoL universe are turds.

We've got fascist homophobes, expansionist imperialists, late-stage capitalists, drug-lords who are doing their best to imitate the aforementioned capitalists, god-emperors with enough hubris to doom a hundred Greek heroes, religious extremists enacting a "holy" war, a tentacle-monster who wants to beat the shit out everyone, a tentacle-monster who wants to assimilate everyone, a tentacle-monster that wants to disintegrate everyone, demons that revel in negative emotions, an incel who wants to control everyone via negative emotions, a lich-revenant who wants to send everyone to the shadow realm, a dozen different prime examples of toxic masculinity, a man who literally wants to watch the world burn, and a nihilistic sentient sword that wants to annihilate literally everything so it can finally know peace.

Given how many beings there are running around who very much so need to be smitten with a flaming sword in order to keep the innocent inhabitants of Runeterra safe, I would much rather see Kayle be portrayed as a cosmic defender of the planet rather than a merciless executioner. I sincerely hope Riot recognizes the appeal that some people see in a Captain Marvel-style character who can be called in to deal with threats that are too large for the main cast to deal with. The new card art in LoR where she's fighting Aatrox alongside Ryze gives me hope that they're at least considering this direction - which I personally think is much more interesting than "she's just hanging around silently judging everyone." The lore they gave her after the rework was very much along the lines of the Demacia-treatment of "we're going to make this stereotypically good-aligned-looking character/faction objectively evil so that are characters/factions will be 'nuanced'", which while interesting, was implemented all the subtlety of a Malphite Ult. That level of moral complexity requires nuance to properly execute, and one-page articles released whenever a new champion is added to the game isn't going to cut it.

The problem I feel with her current lore is that they seem to be implying that she views everyday inhabitants of Runeterra on the same degree of evil as the demon-bird-man who uses the Sith lightning and the Eye of Sauron to expand his empire. There is a lore justification for this - her father was slain by people who let their devotion to both her and her sister carry them too far. This opens up potentially-interesting story opportunities for what happens when justice is not blind and impartial - but again, that type of story requires nuance and detail. It requires being able to constantly see inside a character's mental and emotional state, to watch as their perspectives change over time in response to the pain and tragedy they experience. And with the way Riot is currently handling their lore, we don't get that kind of narrative. It's like trying to have a political debate in a TikTok comments section - you get none of the nuance and all of the extreme, straw-man positions.

So until Riot puts the time and effort into writing a book or some other form of media that could properly display a descent from "noble protector" to "bane of humanity" Avacyn-style, I hope they continue to bring her in specifically to deal with the champions who are creating problems, and don't sick her on the general population - which is what the lore and voice-lines surrounding her imply is completely possible. That kind of character is just a jerk, and not in an interesting way. Let her fight the people who truly deserve Justice.

Some of us just want to see the majestic winged-lady with the magical swords slay some evil, dammit.

[ivyprism]

Masterlist 20

Suggestive? Kind of? *

Character and AU Information:

The Fallen Stars Brothers (Info Dump)

The Caged Bird AU (Info Dump)

The "Angelic" Villain (Info Dump)

The Dying Stars Brothers (Info Dump)

The Fading Stars Brothers (Info Dump)

The Fallen Stars Skelesona and H (Info Dump)

The Dying Stars Skelesona and H (Info Dump)

The Fading Stars Skelesona and H (Info Dump)

OG Skelesonas Updated (Info Dump)

The Dragon's SOUL (OC Info Dump)

The Sun, The Moon, and The Eclipse (Info Dump)

The Sun, the Moon, and the Eclipse Hs (Info Dump)

The Sun, the Moon, and the Eclipse: The Parents (Info Dump)

The Band AU (Revamped)

The Queen of the Deep Seas (Info Dump)

Weapons (Angels Fall AU)

The Significance of Angel Hunters (Angels Fall AU)

Angel Hunters and Demon Slayer Skeleton Boys (Angels Fall AU)

The Cleric and the Warlock Sonas (Info Dump)

The Bard Sonas (Info Dump)

The Ranger, the Sorcerer, the Fighter, and the Rogue Skeleton Boys (Info Dump)

The Artificer, the Monk, the Druid, and the Paladin Skeleton Boys (Info Dump)

The Wizard and the Barbarian Sonas (Info Dump)

The Bard and the Paladin Skeleton Boys (Info Dump)

Spider Lily (Spidersona Info Dump)

Half of a Heart AU (UT AU Info Dump)

Half of a Heart Papyruses and Sanses (UT and UF AU Info Dump)

The Suffering Oblivion (Sona Info Dump)

The Outer Skeleton Boys (Info Dump)

The Witch in the Woods and The Skeleton Boys (Info Dump)

My Old Swap AU: Rewritten Boys and a Sona (Info Dump)

Magic (Worldbuilding)

Main 16 Outfits: Redone (Outfits!)

The OG Skeleton Brothers: Redone (Outfits)

Mermaidsona (Info Dump)

The Puppeteer (Sona Info Dump)

The Puppeteer's Creations (Skeleton Boys Info Dump)

The Other Creations (Skelesona Info Dump)

A Few More Creations (Skeleton Boys Info Dump)

Blossom (Pirate H Info Dump)

The Warlock Sans and the Cleric Papyrus (Info Dump)

Farm Boys (Skeleton Boys Info Dump)

Orchard Worker Sonas (Sona Info Dump)

Horrorswapfell Skeleton Boys (Info Dump)

Heights part 1 (Many AUs)

Heights part 2 (Many AUs)

Heights Part 3 (Many AUs)

Heights Part 4 (Allureswap)

Allureswap Skeleton Boys (Info Dump)

Deer Monster and Half-Deer Monster Sona and Siblings (Info Dump)

Althaea (The Trapped Mermaid Sona)

The Void Travelers: Skeleton Boys (Info Dump)

Heights Part 5 (The Void Travelers)

The Fallen Humans AU (Info Dump)

Bird of Passage thoughts (Creator Rambles: The Fallen Humans AU)

Stories Written:

A few Happy Moments (The Sea's Song Story)

Still Here (The Sea's Song Story)

The Queen of the Deep Sea (A short story AU)

The Queen (Hehehooo)

The Alluring Queen of the Deep Sea (Hehehooo)

The Captains' Dance (Hehehooo)

Needle and a Thread (Angels Fall AU)

Blood Spilt (Angels Fall AU)

I love you (Runyon x Reader)

I'll be your knight (Cathan x Reader)

You complete me (Cynwrig x Reader)

The Silence is Deafening (Sona Backstory)

The Bee and the Flower (H x Honeycomb)

C'mon, Captain~ (Blossom/H x Dusk: Pirate AU)

Blossom x Dusk: How they Met (First Mate Nightmare x Pirate H)

The Truce (Outcode Story)

Aren't you tired of fighting? (Mermaid Pirate Hydrnagea: Not Csanon)

Asks:

Soft headcanons (The Wandering SOULs Fell Sans)

A Caged Bird Info (Info dump)

A Caged Bird "no"s! (Info Dump)

Some Random Facts (Fallen Stars and Caged Bird Boys)

Some Facts (The Dying Stars Sans)

Angst Facts (The Dying Stars Sans)

Nickname (The Dying Stars Sans)

Angst Facts (Mafiafell Sans)

Soft Facts (Allurefell Sans)

Angst Facts (Underfell Sans)

Type? (The Caged Bird Skeletons)

Facts (The Caged Bird AU)

Ticklish? (The Caged Bird H)

Villain Underfell HCS (Stuff lmao)

Erorrotale Facts (info)

Best Dad with best dad jokes (UT Gaster)

Favorite creations? (The Puppeteer H)

Ianira Isn't Here? (The Creations)

Rejected Creations? (The Puppeteer and the Creations)

Opinions on each other? (Farmtale, Farmfell, and Farmswapl

Lolita fashion (yay multiple characters)

Chronically Ill SO (Many AUs)

Blossom x Dusk HCs Part 1 (First Mate Nightmare x Pirate H)

Blossom x Dusk HCs Part 2 (First Mate Nightmare x Pirate H)

Dalton Fun Facts (The Void Traveler Fell Sans)

How they met! (What if two humans fell AU: Various AUs)

The skeleton brothers (What if Two Humans Fell AU: Various AUS.)

Resets (What if Two Humans Fell AU: Various AUs)

[showstopper35]

Hii! I noticed you were doing Hazbin Hotel matchups!

My preferred name is Jay, I'm 18 and I don't really mind what pronouns people use but I do prefer to mainly go by she/they pronouns. I'm omnisexual with a preference for women.

I absolutely love horror movies and listening to music, reading, playing video games, writing story ideas (that will never be continued), dark humour jokes, murder mystery films and true crime related media. On the other hand though I hate most birds, people who lie to me, when Christmas music gets played months before Christmas actually happens, being ignored and when people try to invade my personal - try to hug me etc - without asking to make sure it's okay with me.

My personality type if I remember is Intj, I see myself as an ambivert as I'm normally quite quiet around people I don't really know that well but I do become much more extrovert around people who I'm close friends with. I would say I say I have anger issues as well but it comes across as passive aggressive (idk if that makes sense). I love listening to gossip and talking about gossip. If I hear anyone mention a fandom that I hyperfixate on, I will rant about it! I also have broken humour and will laugh at the slightest thing despite it not actually being funny.

I'm about 5'6 with shoulder length blonde hair with layers and blue/grey eyes. I also wear glasses. I'm currently at college studying acting and Performance.

Some of my hobbies include dancing (ballet, street and modern), writing if I ever get a chance, singing, playing games such as pokemon, the sims, and animal crossing. Binge watching shows and reading murder mystery and horror books.

thank you so much for submitting!! I have decided to match you with…

Cherri Bomb!

-You absolutely can bet you two have the most interesting gossip sessions. Angel joins in a lot and the amount of shit you guys talk is impressive. It’s really fun.

-Movie nights where you stay up super late so that you can watch an action movie for her and she watches a horror one with you. -Constantly steals your glasses even though she’s only got one eye.

-The amount of times she’s asked you to dance as a distraction so she can blow something up…

-Reads everything you write, and hypes you up if you don’t like what you made.

-She almost will never touch you, she’s not fond of physical touch herself. But on late nights you style each other’s hair and rest after a busy day.

-Constantly is offering to blow up anyone who might piss you off.

-Has equally broken humor and will watch the truly dumbest of memes with you

-Gladly listens to you rant about your interests, especially after a long day of fighting other demons. She think’s it’s cute and likes that you trust her enough to speak so enthusiastically. -Will attempt to play video games and make jokes that she’s your “gamer gf”, but she rage quits all the time.

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A/N: Hello! Thank you so much for being patient with me （＾∇＾）I hope you enjoy your matchup! and again, Thank you for doing a matchup exchange with me (:

For your Hazbin Hotel Matchup… You have been paired with…!

Adam!

I feel like this pair would go amazing together, and since you also said you liked him I see that there’s potential for you to be with him! Especially since he fitted your ideal type here I go!

I feel like you two would get along so, SO we’ll especially with y’all making fun of people together as well LOL you guys are always seen together no matter what, I can see you guys watching a lot of movies together or just going out in general, I feel like he also fell in love with you for your personality not even your looks at all which is surprising because your personality collides so well with his, This May be off but I also feel like he’ll always heal you after a fight if you ever got in one, he absolutely loves that you don’t take shit from other people AND you know how to stand your ground, I think your definitely adams type in people (I’m just assuming his type but I feel like he would get along so good with people like you!)

If you ever need another voice in your band he’s always happy to lend you his singing voice, he also enjoys listening to your songs, he’s always praising you and basically worshipping the ground you walk on 😭 anyways I’m definitely rating this relationship a ♾️/10, I would definitely chose him as your match over the other round-ups down here.

Round-Ups: Husker

For your Helluva Boss Matchup, You have been paired up with…

Verosika Mayday!

I’m not sure if this comes off as surprising to you or not but I feel like this is another match that I think is best for you here’s why.

You guys are the friends to lovers thing for sure, you and her get along so well especially with your personality, you guys are always at party’s and just having fun! She’s definitely gonna compliment you about your looks not in a bad or joking way! She loves that you can stand up for yourself and not take shit from anyone at all it’s super brave of you, when you become partners with her, she’s a pretty good partner to have other then her acting bad (yk…) she also likes that your respectful and responsible she’s probably gonna look up to you to possibly try to become better, you guys are always supportive of each other no matter what so I’m happy to announce that this relationship will be pretty healthy! I feel like your dates with her would be going out to party’s or even dinners, but if you wanna stay home she wouldn’t argue either way she’ll totally have a at-home date with you and just watching movies on the couch.

Overall this relationship is something I can see that’ll continue very good for a long time even!

For your Gravity Falls Matchup, You have been paired up with…

Wendy Corduroy!

Now, this is probably a surprising one (maybe… I’m not sure…) but even though your personalitys are somewhat not similar it still collides very well, here I go!

You guys are super chill with each other I can see y’all just hanging out and talking about anything that interests either of you or anything that had to deal with your day, she isn’t someone who’ll say anything cruel for fun at a person but maybe if she’s cranky or moody (which rarely happens..) she’ll probably not have it and with you you’ll be supporting her so much! she appreciates your support so much, She also loves your hair so much usually the shape of your hair I feel like you guys would style each others hair! She’s also in love with your angelic features if you noticed… so you may catch her staring at you sometimes, your dates are usually inside like movie nights but I feel like she’s fine with going out too, she’s always on your side whenever your kicking someone’s ass when they mess with you.

I must say, I don’t know what came across my mind while writing this but oddly I feel like she was a pretty good match for you!