#but don't you worry my black hearted gal

[dnf171]

for my beloved @catofthecanals289... consider this day one of your twelve days of maxiel advent calendar lol (if i manage to write that much...i'll try...no promises....). but yay! wedding fluff

It's Grace that asks Max, “are you ready to marry my son?” 

On her face there is a grin so similar to Daniel’s, Max can’t help but return it despite his pounding heart and sweating palms.  

Looking out at the sea of familiar faces for a moment, he lets the steady hum of voices wash over him. Just breathes in the sweet smell of the tulips- Daniel’s idea- swirling in the air. Admires how the rays of sunlight filter through the big bay window behind him to bathe the room in gold.  

Max would have married Daniel in a Vegas back alley, but he does have to admit this is all very lovely. Victoria, bouncing Max’s baby daughter on her lap as his twins play with their cousins next to her, catches his eye to give him a sweet smile.  

“I am ready, of course,” Max says turning to Grace, and it’s been the truth since he was twenty years old. 

She squeezes the top of his arm, her smile softening momentarily, before she nods at the registrar. Then, multiple people are instructing Max to turn around, to face away from the aisle and instead to stare out at the setting sun through the window.  

Michelle had teased Daniel about this, said it figured that he would be the one to make the grand entrance of the day. Max had dutifully listened to Daniel’s insistences that he was not a show-off, while secretly agreeing with her. Announcing himself dramatically into a room silenced by the first few notes of a song he's spent months agonising over chosing seemed exactly like Daniel’s style.  

I want a proper first look, Daniel had told Max, it will be romantic. 

Hearing the charmed murmurings of the people they are closest to in the world as Daniel makes the entrance, Max can’t wait any longer to turn and look. 

Max is meant to wait. He’s supposed to count to fifteen, to let Daniel get at least a little way already down the aisle before he moves to look at him. He isn’t totally sure why, just that it had seemed very important when they’d practiced yesterday. Except-  

What he notices first is Daniel, of course. His wide grin, the soft brown eyes Max loves so much, framed by the cheeky way his eyebrows climb up his forehead as though to say, surprise! How beautiful he looks, though Max knows he would prefer the word 'sexy'.  

Then, it’s their children.  

Their twins, each with a hand tucked carefully into one of their dad’s, as the three of them walk down the aisle all together. Max can’t help the laughter that fizzes up from his stomach and all the way to his lips as he glances at the now empty chairs next to Victoria. Joe, who was supposed to be walking Daniel down, shrugs innocently at Max from the seat next to Grace. 

The bubbles of laughter don’t stop, not even as his eyes start to get wet at the corners, making his vision swim. He can still see everything he needs to perfectly; Daniel’s well cut suit, his carefully styled curls. The sparkle of the diamonds he let Max slip onto his fourth finger almost a year ago now, the sunlight bouncing off them. The matching blonde heads of his children, Oli’s topped with the flower crown Victoria had actually made for his sister, Livia.  

The people who remind Max over and over, just how gentle love can really be.  

The song fades out into silence when the three of them come to stand in front of Max. Three perfect faces wearing the same smile Max was first drawn to over ten years ago now.

He wants to kiss the version of it on Daniel’s face the moment that he gets close enough for Max to reach for, but they are fathers first now. Oli throws an arm around Max’s leg, hiding shyly behind him, and Livia informs him seriously, “Papa, I gave Oli my flower power to help him be brave.” 

Even as Max and Daniel exchange a grin, something thicker settles into Max’s throat. He can hardly believe it sometimes, that after years of traveling the world together, fatherhood is yet another adventure he gets to have with Daniel. 

“Hi baby,” is all Daniel says, cupping Max’s face gently. He is the picture of smug, and Max lets him revel in his glory for a moment, before crouching down to be eye level with their children. 

Glancing up at Daniel, Max asks instead, “do you think I could borrow him for a moment, so we can get married?” 

“Guys,” he says seriously, touching each of their sticky-warm cheeks in turn gently, just as their other father had touched his. “Thank you for helping daddy get to me safely.”

When they’d practiced, Joe had been the one leading Daniel up the aisle. Max remembers that this is supposed to be the part where the registrar asks who gives Daniel to be married, but there is no giving away to be done now. They have always belonged to each other, and now to their children as well, just as much.  

“Yes, yes, yes!” Livia declares, throwing her hands into the air excitedly. Oliver is less certain, but Victoria and Grace both speak up then, all gentle encouragement to coax them both back to their seats. They go- each with a parting kiss- and then Max straightens up again, Daniel is looking at him with the same shit eating grin.  

Good surprise? He mouths as the registrar begins the formalities, and Max does his best not to roll his eyes as he lets the fond smile overtake him again. Anything to do with their babies is lovely, so it’s not like it was really a gamble. 

It’s enough even, to blunt the sharp edges in Max’s chest when he looks at the two empty seats in the front row he had asked Victoria to keep free just in case. Fatherhood gave him a renewed belief that indifference and disapproval were not gaps that couldn’t be bridged with love. Now it’s enough to know that whatever divide might have formed between the family he was born into, there is nothing he wouldn’t find a way to cross for the family he made for himself. 

As if that has ever been anything other than the truth.  

He takes Daniel’s hands and repeats everything he needs to so that they can make what Max has always known to be true, official. When Max kisses Daniel, he feel both the promise of new beginning, and the fifteen years of shared history.  

“Who would have thought it, Verstappen?” Daniel teases as he pulls away from their first kiss as a married couple, but Max knows he is thinking the same thing when he adds, softer, “all mine now, Maxy.”  

What is a perfect day for them, is of course a little more boring for the babies. Halfway through signing the register, the children start to fuss, and so they end up with one on each knee, Livia demanding her flower crown back, and Oli forever eager to please the sister he adores. Somewhere, the same song the three of them made their entrance too fades back in and Daniel starts to dramatically mime the words to Max, like the show off he and Michelle both know he is. 

Your love will be, safe with me. 

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Black Light 1

Warnings: namecalling, violence, other dark elements. Proceed with caution.

Note: someone said August.

Part of The Club AU

It's retro night. You're looking bomb, feeling fly, ready to get groovy. In a manner of speaking. Platforms, short skirt, a crop top with a faux fur bolero. You are channeling your inner Cher Horowitz.

It's your nineteenth birthday and you can drink your ass off. At last. It's your time. The best days of your life are ahead of you.

Not only are you vibing, you have your posse, your trio of thots. You're not the queen bee but you're a great sidekick. The Regina George of the group is definitely Amanda and her svelte blond hair, but you'd say Kamlai is more the Gretchen Wieners than you.

You smile at the bouncer, a man with a derisive look on his eye that makes you want to dissolve into sand or dust. Whatever. Maybe a nice eerie fog so you can float away. You only catch half his face as he keeps in the shadows, waving in coeds and a few middle-aged creepers.

You wish you got the nice one with the belly. You wait for the silent man to scowl at your ID. He holds it up beside you before he flicks it back to you.

"Thank you, sir," you catch the plastic card against your chest, his eye glinting towards your cleavage.

"Go," he growls and waves forward the next eager club goer.

"Oop, okay, sorry," you make a gesture like Betty Boop, raising your shoulders as you kick a foot up, "have a great night!"

He grumbles and you quickly run to catch up with Kam and Amanda. The pulsing music embraces you and you feel the energy flow into you. This night is gonna be awesome!

"You guys have to make sure to get pics of me!" Amanda hollers above the beat, "with the cutest guy I can find. Seth can eat his heart out."

You shake your head, shrugging off your disappointment. It's supposed to be your day but somehow Amanda always finds her way into the spotlight. You're not going to worry, you're all about fun!

You get your first round of drinks and find a seat. Amanda drinks her pink martini as she scopes out the room. She blows a nonplussed raspberry.

"Ugh, not finding any hunky fuckboys," she rolls her eyes, "I mean, I need someone super fucking hot."

"Don't we all," Kam giggles as her eyes rove, "how about an older guy?"

"Hm?" Amanda gives a pout and twists around to follow Kamlai's gaze. She tilts her head back and forth.

"Not too bad, I'll take the middle one," she winks, "you two can fight over who doesn't get specs."

You look at Kam then back to the three men along the wall. Amanda must be referring to the one with the spiky hair and glasses. He's cute but you're not really into the leering type.

"It's my birthday," you say as Amanda's already on her feet.

You peek at the third guy, sandy brown hair and bright blue eyes. He's not bad. Besides, you just have to dance, Amanda can do all the wants but you're not that kinda gal. You're too damn weird to be the hookup type.

"Fine," Kam rolls her eyes, "I'll take the nerd."

🥂

You grab the stranger's hands and once more drag them off your ass. You put them on your waist and give him a look. Dude, really, take a hint.

Well, he's not a stranger stranger. His name is Cole and he likes flowers. Adorable but still, a bit too old for you.

You turn, an excuse too look around at your friends as you shimmy your hips. Kam isn't as detered as she originally let on and Amanda is gone. Alright…

"How about a drink?" Cole startles you as he leans forward to yell in your ear, "I think I owe the birthday girl at least one."

"Oh, uh, alright," you turn back to him, "sure, I needa sit down anyway."

You follow him to the bar and wait by his arm as he orders. Fuck Amanda, really? Where is she?

"Here," Cole turns back to you, handing over the bright blue cocktail, "birthday special."

You nod and smile. You look at the slice of orange hooked over the edge and sniff the sweet drink. You put your lips to the straw but before you can take a sip, it's torn out of your grasp.

"Hey fucker," the snarl bites through the breakdown of the Cyndi Lauper classic.

A large figure pushes between you and Cole, throwing the drink in his face as he sputters. You gape in surprise and look up as the bouncer stands between you and your erstwhile dance partner. He grabs the smaller man by the collar, knocking his drink to the floor.

"Get the fuck outta here."

The bouncer shoves Cole into a stool and rolls his shoulders. You have no idea what's going on. Cole gulps and looks between you and the large man, himself not by any means small but taking a quick hint. He scrabbles away as you check your feet, a few drops of alcohol on your shoes.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you not to take drinks from strangers," the bouncer turns with a bark, "fucking bimbo."

You frown at the insult but can't muster a response before he storms away. You peer down at the puddle of the cocktail then spin to see the bouncer disappear through the door. Huh, he must've seen something you didn't. You should've known Cole was a creep. You just hope his friends aren't the same.

[sonjalikestodraw]

Would you mind listing the hands like you did the voices for “all hands on deck”? I like to understand all the details.

Sure! Let's start from the big obvious one and go clockwise from there.

Thumb in his mouth: Tower (very dominant, very mindful)

Stroking his chest/heart: Nightmare (Don't worry; now that he's not afraid of her anymore, no organs are shutting down. Just a nice tingling sensation!)

Grabbing the juicy meat floob (floof boob): Beast

Holding his left hand: Thorn

Sneaking between all those gals to poke his thigh: Razor

Squeezing his left thigh: a cameo from @circusmantis' black-nailed Princess!

Grabbing left ankle: ambiguous vessel

Nerves clinging to his left leg: Networked Wild

A gentle caress of the inner left thigh: Damsel

Handjob: Adversary (no subtlety, goes rough)

Fingering: Spectre (Relentless but gentle, she's returning the favor from my previous art)

In the arse: Witch (cheeky, naughty, curious)

Grabbing right cheek: Chapter 1 Proto-Beast/Witch (claws <3 )

Pawing right thigh: Den

Digging in the thigh feathers: Fury

Spreading his lips: ambiguous vessel

Holding belly possessively: Greys (Drowned on his left, Burned on his right)

Pinching right nipple: Prisoner

Holding up by armpit: Eye of the Needle (on either side of her are another two ambiguous Vessels)

Caressing wing: Wounded Wild

Scratching right arm: Witch

Grabbing right wrist: Wraith (seems like something she'd do, BUT I avoided her grabbing an ankle to change the feeling of it)

Patting his head: Stranger

The ones stroking his cheek, holding his right hand and bicep are three more ambiguous Vessels. Could be Chapter 1, or Heart.

The sparkly-nailed giant one acting as a bed: Apotheosis

Thank you for the interest! I always like talking about my art :D

[foreverforgally]

In The Garden

A Gally Fanfic; Chapter 5

The Memories

Summary - Quinn Abigail Allen is the first female ever to grace the presence of the Glade. At first the tensions between her and keeper Gally are high, the enemies to lovers trope creeps through her life. Will she give into the trope? Or will she chose the love triangle?

Warnings - Maybe smut in different chapters or hints of sexual activity. Fluff! Angst! I am definitely not a good writer!

"We can't let this go on forever Q and you know that" Gally whispered yelled, a look of desperation painted across his face. He appeared to be younger, a youthful face without the stress marks he has today.

“We are safe here Gal. Wicked keeps us fed and protected, out of the maze.” I hissed, turning around with bloodshot eyes, again we wore white clothes that covered our frames.

"They're sending us out for a slaughter, where do you think Minho went? You only found out about the maze a month ago Quinn, I've known my whole life. I know what they do to our friends, and you want to stick for them?" He said accusatory, his heart betrayed.

All I could do in response was to walk away, walking away from my problems was the only thing I knew how to do as a solider. Gally grabbed my wrists and pushed me against the wall, his hand wrapped around my neck.

"Do you know, what's behind those walls? What you, what we helped design?" With every sentence he implied on, he applied more and more pressure onto to my neck and stopped my airways.

His face started to blister and bleed, his eyes warping in black and veins grew across his face and exposed skin. His hair fell off in clumps from his skull like meat sliding off the bone. Black goo started to ooze from his mouth.

"Gally, let her down." Slowly, dressed in black he rounded the corner. Gally immediately let my neck go and stepped away in intimidation. He was back to normal.

"I think it's time you and I had a little talk." He said to gally, before turning to me. "Wake up."

I shot up out of my bed, covered in sweat and tears streaking down my face from pooling in my face dents. "Q?" Newt softly opened my door, his tone concerned and groggy like he had just been woken up.

“Yea, I'm sorry did I wake you?" My voice was breathy and broken, but I was still worried for his well being.

"No, no I was," He yawned in between his sentence, "I was awake." Newt rubbed his eyes and leaned on the doorframe.

"What's up with you? Nightmare?" He questioned, his eyebrows contorting.

I paused, how could I phrase this? My 'nightmare' felt too real to be a dream my subconscious had mustered up, this was different.

"I don't know.. Maybe." He looked confused, looking around my room.

"May I?" He gestured to the side of my bed that was empty. "If you'll fit." | joked, knowing full well he could. He chuckled tiredly and flopped onto my bed on his back.

"Yea I bet Gally doesn’t have that problem." Newt muttered into his sleepy state and smirked, my face reddening and I immediately slapped him right on his chest.

"You're not funny." I pouted, crossing my arms and turning on my side to look at him. Newt was pretty, he looked younger than his age and although he's been through years of stress, his smile relentlessly grew bigger than the last.

"Newt?" I stared at him, He turned his head to meet my eyes. "Yeah?" He questioned.

"Who are you? I don't know much about you and I'd consider us good friends." I said softly.

Newt turned to look away, a far off look in his eyes that I'm sure matched the stars in the sky outside.

He quietly let out a sigh and looked back at me. "Good question shuck, I'm honestly not too sure how to answer that." He laughed once and let his smile make the bigger statement, it spoke louder than his words.

He was confused, shit we all were. "When did you get here Newt?" I babbled, keeping the conversation going. "Well," He paused. "About... two years ago?" He fiddled with his skinny fingers.

"I was one of the first on the Glade, it was hard." He nodded, "We weren't as far along as we are now, supplies were limited, and I was timid." Newt turned and fully faced me. "Without Alby," He chuckled sadly, "We probably wouldn't have survived."

It was weird, seeing Newt not as strong as he usually is. When he spoke of his past, I could tell while he spoke for everyone, something happened to him.

“Is that why you have a limp?” i asked with no i’ll intent, but he froze up and stared at me.

“Uh yeah,” he stuttered and looked down. “I stepped into a hole and broke my ankle, at the time we didn’t have med jacks and we had work we needed done.”

He spoke confident, without a crack or imperfection in his voice. “No breaks, huh?” trying to lift the mood, I smiled and bent my head down to meet his eyes.

His grin slowly matched mine, and he pushed my head away. “Your breathe stinks.” He laughed and groaned.

I giggled and pushed him as well. “Ok ok, serious question. You ready?” I got up and hovered above him from his side.

Newt laughed, “I guess?” I clapped my hands together, “Alright, why is a shuck like you, so dimmed to my womanly charms?” I giggled.

Spit flew from Newts mouth as he immediately started to laugh harder than l've ever seen him do. I laughed along too, admittedly more confused than carefree.

Eventually, he laughed so hard that he started coughing and he sat up from his position to control his breathing.

"Quinn," His laughter slowing down to chuckles, "I'm going to tell you something that you can't tell anyone, got it?" He grinned as he leaned over his shoulder to make eye contact. "Got it." I grinned and put my hands behind my head.

"I." he paused, subconsciously questioning himself, "I like men." He confessed, dropped it like a bomb.

Slowly my hands removed themselves from under my head and I pushed myself up.

"Newt I," I started but he interrupted, "Its fine, if you don't.. y'know it's ok." He rabbled and looked down at his hands. I grabbed his hands and put them in my lap.

"What I was going to say, was I'm so happy for you." He blinked, cautious. I gave him a look of reassurance and he immediately let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank shanks, this would've been incredibly awkward if not." He chuckled and laid back down, I followed him and laid on my side.

"So, any competitors?" I asked, pushing my fingers through his hair. "Pft, not even close Q. Everyone here is straighter than a razor. You'd think there'd be some, but nope." He said groggily, the sensation from the hair rubbing relaxing his nerves.

"Welp.. there's always fish in the sea." I said, as tired as he was. Nothing was said after that, the sound of the crickets outside and my warm blankets created a comfortable atmosphere.

"Can I stay here tonight Q?" Newt muttered out, his eyes already closed. I considered the option for a moment.

"Sure Newt." | whispered, letting him wordlessly snuggle into my sheets and make himself comfortable.

“Night Quinn.” Newt murmured, a smile growing on my face. “Goodnight Newt.”

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Heavy breathing echoed throughout the area, the door I walked towards in uniform grew bigger each step I made. The floors around me were stark white, so was everything else.

There were a few exceptions to the headache inducing white shade that plastered every surface, and that was the electric blue windows highlighted in a neon blue light.

My hand lifted infront of me, the long sleeved shirt covered up to my knuckles. I pushed the door open, The room inside was dark and filled with motherboards. The whole room illuminated in the electric blue that the windows had.

"Quinn you made it." I turned my head to meet the voice, He was tall, his hair was borderline black and his eyes a light brown.

"You said you needed to talk." I implored, walking further into the room. "I did it Q" The guy smiled nervously, biting his lip.

I paused, confused. "You did what?" I reiterated, wondering where this was going. "I got Cooper's contact." His grin grew even bigger with pride.

"Thomas, you didn't." I stuttered in disbelief. I felt scared, paranoid even. My hands flew to cradle my head, feeling lightheaded.

"No no Quinn, do you know what this means?" He jumped over to me, grabbing both of my hands and lifted my head to meet his eyes.

"I could give them all the information they need." He said firmly, the nervousness he felt before was quickly gone and was instead replaced by a sensation I couldn't describe.

"This is dangerous, Thomas." I said slowly, glaring into his hazel eyes. His eyebrows quirked in confusion.

"No, this" he swayed his arms around us, "Is dangerous, Quinn. God, can't you see it?"

He looked hurt, his chest started heaving heavier and heavier and he aggressively rubbed his hands in his hair.

"Thomas, believe me, I am scared. They took so many of our friends. Alby, Minho, Newt." I emphasized the base of my pain.

"But that won't stop me from fighting in different ways. I fight for Jansen because I fight to keep myself safe. That's the most important thing we can do for them, for us." I reasoned.

"You just don't get it Quinn." He looked defeated, " know-" Screams across the halls interrupted us, the doors bursting open and thousands of hands picked and pulled at me.

I yelled for help. Thomas was surrounded by guards.

I was taken away.

[fluffyprettykitty]

encounter

Pairing: Layla El Faouly x g/n reader (no specifications!)

Word Count: 700 words

Summary: Conversing with strangers have never felt so right.

Author’s Note: written for my love's @tom-whore-dleston meet cute challenge, I used the prompt "using the washing machines next to each other at the laundromat". Jordan I'm always wishing you nothing but the best, ily &lt;3

Main Masterlist ・❥・Layla El Faouly Masterlist

You sucked in a deep breath as you pushed the door open to the local laundromat, one big basket underneath your arm. Running late once again as work kept you overtime because "nobody quite cleans you do" so now you were rushing.

Rushing all the time, never having a moment or two for your own self. You scoff at the thought and listen to the grumble of your stomach. Maybe you'd manage to have some time to make some dinner if the place is relatively empty.

You glance around at all the occupied machines, and people standing around and looking or waiting, and manage to spot the only one free. With another sigh, you head to the machine, thankful for your luck, only for someone to cut you.

"Oh, sorry I didn't see you there."

A melodic voice tells you and you turn around to look at a beautiful woman with fluffy hair and a radiant smile, pushing her objects over to the next machine.

"It's alright don't worry." You reply politely watching her haste movements. Looks like you are succeeding today.

"Here, this one is free. I just was trying to separate my clothes. You know how it is, if I don't use different loads on whites and multicolors and blacks I think my mom will show up to yell at me." She rambles on as she is sorting through clothes and pushing them into the different baskets, the washing machine rumbling underneath. Looks like she's been in here for a while and looks like she's gonna be here for even longer.

You laugh at her warmness and her accurate story as you are settling the basket down and nodding your head. "Mothers are something else." You don't sort through your clothes, you don't have a lot anyway, and shove them inside the open door.

"Right?" She chuckles and offers you some detergent. "I got everything. If you need a thing, no problem you can use some of mine."

"That's so sweet of you, thank you." You grab the bottle from her hands and place it in the appropriate place.

"Just being your friendly laundromat gal." She smiles again and you feel like getting lost inside it. Her hair is adorning her face in such a way that shines her delicate features, falling gracefully onto the back of her neck where a small golden chain can be seen peaking.

"I'm Layla, by the way." She extends her hand in a formal greeting which you respond to immediately. First, you notice her hand, a couple of small rings, and then her nails varnished black. You touch her hand and it feels electrifying, like an ocean coming alive, you slightly shake it and nod your head.

"So no name?" She laughs a little realizing you are probably tired. It's late in the afternoon after all.

"Oh, no, sorry, I got distracted. Yeah, I got a name. Y/N."

"Oh, that's beautiful."

"Yours is too." You reply and finally take your hand back, slightly rubbing it on you before reaching for your pocket and looking for the coins.

A couple of moments of silence pass as she organizes her things and you start your machine, once done she heads to the chairs motioning for you to come along.

You follow her, never wasting your time to observe her as she is browsing her phone, pushing her hair away from her face only for it to fall back down again and you sit by her side crossing your arms.

Then your stomach is heard. Aggressive and mighty rude.

"Long day?"

"The longest." You nod your head and look upwards, taking another deep breath.

"Wanna grab a snack?" She smiles. "My treat."

"Oh, you don't have to."

"Oh, I want to."

Maybe some happiness could come after a long day and a beautiful stranger could become one with your heart long before you realized it. Maybe those were the strings of fate getting pulled together. Maybe just maybe you had found your one.

That would be the first one of your many grabbing snacks together and the very start of your relationship.

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[void-soda]

any of your ocs have a story that especially resonates with you? an oc that makes you misty eyed if you think about them a little too hard?

Oh okay. Hold on one second there anon

*Pulls pin off grenade and throws it offscreen*

I have 4 OCs, and they're both in pairs. Patch and Seam as one pair. Emarra and Garrett as the other. Be ready to read a lot.

*EXPLOSION*

Starting with Emarra (Left) and Garret (Right)

Now, I'm not gonna talk about this too much bc in not dealing withaking corrections later as this is a collab pair that I write with my wife. My wife needs sleep.

So the short is that these two are best friends, doomed by the narrative. They love each other completely and want to be together but don't want to ruin their friendship. They're friends with benefits from two different social classes that grow up together. After graduation, they write letters to one another from their jobs, having ended up in different locations, but still mustering up the courage to talk to each other about their feelings.

Yada yada, Emarra gains immortality for eldrictch familiar reasons. Through the same incident, Emarra gets displaced 5 years into the future. When she returns, Emarra finds her friend Garrett married and with a family. They finally admit their feelings. Unfortunately it's too late for them to have things how they wanted it to be. They have to live with this life now. What makes it more tragic is Emarra could've made Garrett immortal too, but didn't want to rob him of his family. Sadly, Garrett secretly never stopped wanting to be with Emarra and tried to make himself immortal.

He never succeeded...

And now Emarra roams Plutria all alone, forever, until the death of the universe, to its eventual recreation. Purely, truely immortal, and never a day older than when she vanished.

(Anyways, that's sad and we made an alternate universe where Emarra forces imortality onto Garrett on a desperate impulse decision. And even made the more canon version eventually meet the reincarnation of Garrett in the new world.)

...

But that's nothing compared to my dearest OCs and the pair I care for the most.

Patch (Left) and Seam (Right)

Now. What can I say about the boy and girl who fall in love and heal with each other?

Where the boy runs from home after an incident, and finds himself broken, non caring, and names himself after the patchwork sweater he clings to for a semblance of fake peace. Only covered, never truly repaired. Hurt, like a puppy who never felt love.

Nihilistic, not even able to see the faces of anyone he meets, blacked out. Only so few faces he can remember, and he clings to those memories dearly as he worries when he forget them, there's nothing worth living for. A kid who's ability is to run away by hiding through reflections of the looking glass, finding it ironic he makes a living by making reflections of the personality people want to look at as a simple dating service. Able to travel everywhere but trapped in his own heart.

But what of the girl? Who is she?

A gal trapped in a stuck up family. Wanting nothing more to be free but is trapped in her home. Dressed for rebellion to show who she truly is, but can never be present as what she is lest her family lock her in her room. Trapped, like a cat misbehaving, kept in her carrier as punishment.

Someone with the ability to have anyone believe her words, just like her family does. A family magic, but useless on one another. What good is the ability to decieve when someone wants to be percieved for their true self? Wanting nothing more than to say words that are true, instead of the lies she's been fed to repeat.

And what happens when they meet? A boy randomly in your window reflection? An imaginary friend to chat with? A girl bored out of her mind? Just a way to kill time?

They talk, learn about the surface layer. Make observations. The messy hair, the tattered sweater. Black hair with dyed whites, a pretty necklace.

The boy asks for the girl's name, "Delilah" she replies. the boy answers "Patch" having taken this name as his new mask.

They become aquiantances. Delilah talks to Patch whenever there's time to spare. Patch looks to see a featureless face, grow happy whenever he stops by. Its easy when a piece of glass connects you to any other piece in the world. Even if he can't even tell the color of Delilah's eyes, knowing someone new can smile from his presence is nice.

And one night, there's a party thrown by her parents. Delilah wanting to be out of her room dresses as their parents please. A wig, hiding her dyed hair, a dress too proper for her taste. At least she keeps the necklace. The fake freedom is nice for what it's worth, and a chance encounter with the boy, out of the glass and in the Flesh. His sweater gone, for a fancy suit. But that hair stood out to Delilah. Wanting to see if it was really him, she approaches.

Patch, in a see of blank faces can't recognize Delilah, until he spots her necklace, and smiles. "I thought this place looked framiliar. Never thought I'd actually walk in it." he teased. They bantered and had a nice time. Admitting he's here as a date for a client.

There's a fight between parents and daughter. Words spoken, never to be taken back. A decision to run away, and a broken boy who can take her somewhere new. That night, Patch could see the green of Delilah's eyes.

Time passes. Delilah gets to see the wonderland that Patch hides away in. With the sister he resides with. The two of them, runaways from poor lives, but still alive and a form of happy. Safe in this rundown place. Patch offered her somewhere better, she could pick anywhere in the world with the connections he made. Delilah decides to stay there, with them. She saw Patch smile at that, something about that smile felt more real than all the others before it.

Time passes, the three get up to hijinks together, make friends with a school girl with a negligent family. Trio to a Quartet. And yet, Patch and Delilah slowly open up to one another. The two feel safe together, more than with others.

Slowly they open up, showing vulnerabilities and their past to one another. Becoming closer and closer. One day the girl falls in love. One day the boy sees the girl's face, the next week he falls in love too.

One day, the girl approaches the boy, flustered but with a determined smile, "I want to tell you something."

"Huh? Okay." The boy blushes, a little confused.

The girl swallows. She wants to speak, "Hi, my name is Seam." Her new name, something to match the boy she loves. Her face red, embaressed from how long she's thought over this. She's shaking.

The boy looks stunned for a moment. He then smiled at Seam. "Hi there Seam." He spoke. He looked around and caught his reflection, taking a breath before speaking once more, "My name's Kevin." His mask taken off. Only so few knew this name he practically abandoned, not of shame or fear, but not knowing who he was. Kevin thought he could learn with Seam.

Seam's mouth hung open. Never thinking she'd hear that from him. "Uhh, hi Kevin... I like you... a lot." She admitted

Kevin's eyes went wide and his face grew red, but he smiled. "I... I like you too... a lot."

One day they held hands. One day they kissed. One day they married. One day they had kids. One day they traveled the world, taking the scenic route.

That's how a boy and a girl, had sewn up the wounds they recieved growing up. They may have scars, but they healed with love, and now a memory sits there, of two kids who met by the windowsil

...

Patch and Seam are very important to me as a story. I have skipped... so much! I want to share it all someday but you'll have to wait for that.

I put a lot of who I was/am into Patch. I will resonate the most with him, as he's a reflection of a me I once abandonned. And his story is one of healing, that I put a lot of my experience and understanding with from my time with my wife. Delilah was her creation and she cherishes her. She gave me her as a piece to my story as I do with all of my friends for Patch's story. I want nothing more than for him to be happy, which, I guess means I should be happy too, right? He'll grow as I do, and he's better now because he is loved. So I hope you guys will love him when I tell you his story.

I'm not sorry for how much I wrote. I just love these creations with my whole heart. Through their tragedies, and their cherished memories, I will love them.

Now! I will go to sleep, and have this queue'd. Please, have a great day

[lonepower]

OC + Random Associations

(tagged by @cannibalisticskittles, tyvm!!!!! you didn't specify which oc but I'm assuming you mean for bg3 so you're getting the murder angel (◡ ‿ ◡ ✿))

🗡 animal - definitely an ermine. (animal predation/death cw in linked image) just because they're small and adorable doesn't mean they're not close cousins of the wolverine.

🗡 colors - grey, silver, gold, white. some red, though I try to avoid too much of it in order to maintain a contrast with orin.

🗡 month - january or february. cold, quiet, the dead of winter.

🗡 songs - well of course it's obviously the dismemberment song. (runners up are i like the way you die and kill of the night.)

🗡 number - oh fuck i have no idea lmao. 7? that's the first thing that popped into my head, but there's a nonzero possibility that that's just because it sort of vaguely rhymes

🗡 plants - angel's trumpet. one of the many, many, many effects of this plant family (which also includes sacred datura) is photophobia/photosensitivity, which I didn't know until I went to get a picture of it, but that's too perfect.

🗡 scents - jasmine and lye - too clean. the dry, antiseptic smell of a doctor's hands. a faint undercurrent of rust.

🗡 gemstone - white opal.

🗡 time of day - the first glimmer of dawn.

🗡 season - winter.

🗡 places - culverts, caverns, buried ruins, the secret compounds of cults and nobles. anywhere underground.

🗡 food - i mean. [soos voice] i ate a man alive tonight- (she does also favor white eel sashimi. it's only a little bit poisonous. don't worry about it)

🗡 drink - some kind of white wine? (i don't know anything about wine. i want to say a sweet wine, but that's just because i won't drink anything less sweet than manischewitz, which is basically grenadine left out in the sun a little too long.)

🗡 element - earth, but the kind of earth that's jagged stone and falling stalactites and bottomless caverns, not the warm alive kind of earth.

🗡 seasoning - cardamom, black pepper, ginger, ghost pepper.

🗡 sky - the weird unlight of a really snowy night.

🗡 weather - that specific kind of featureless gray day where time doesn't seem to change at all because the light never shifts.

🗡 magical power - technically she's a warlock, but I've homebrewed her into a glass cannon melee fighter and the only spell I ever actually use is misty step lol.

🗡 weapons - a cleaver in her main hand and a bonesaw in her offhand. failing that, sharpened teeth and nails.

🗡 sweets - 100% cocoa dark chocolate.

🗡 method of travel - she strikes me as a berline kind of gal. she's small, delicate, and sun-sensitive - not really meant for the sort of traipsing-around-outdoors-in-daytime adventure that gets foisted onto her! (also, sidenote: where are all the horses? shadowheart lampshades us not having any, but seriously, why are the only domestic animals we see cows/rothe, dogs, cats, and one (1) chicken (before baby boy eats it lol)? where are the rest of the livestock? where are the beasts of burden? hello?? *hammering on adam smith's window with a stick* ANSWER ME LARIAN-)

🗡 art style - francisco goya, but specifically the early 19th century/Black Paintings era. my man was going Through it

🗡 fear - pointlessness/purposelessness. she has to be what she was made for, because if she's not, what is she?

🗡 mythological creature - the bann sidhe/banshee.

🗡 stationery item - this pen set.

🗡 3 emojis - well i had already picked 🗡 as my bullet point before getting here, so: 🪚🩸🫀 (<- i was today years old when i learned there's an anatomical heart emoji now?! we live in the future)

🗡 celestial body - neutron star

aaaand I will tag @diantha with Amara, @megparsec with Ellara, @curlyparmesan with Flit, and @ballofbitter with Eos (but of course no pressure!!!!) :D

[megamindsecretlair]

heyy pretty gal 😩💞 been a min! can I plz have ur advice??

So i recently had sex for the first time. p.s. ate that shii DOWN 🏆👀 But it’s embarrassing cuz that mf got me sick .. Iykyk. 😐

I’m so heart broke ONLY cuz it felt so good & I’ve wanted that for so long.... Just for it to negatively affect me emotionally/physically. 💔 And intimacy is so addicting* (especially with childhood traumas.)

So it’s kinda like I played myself. Or did myself a disservice. By giving in, being intimate, & giving chances to someone who didnt deserve it. Damn i feel like a statistic.

But still, why are Black men so.. hurtful.. to Black women?? Should I have kept my promise & waited longer? How do you recoup after experiencing sex? especially after a person/situation like that.

I want to move on.. but idk when I’ll feel that closeness again. And as a Black woman? Im tired of using work/responsibilites as a “healthy” distraction. I just want an emotional break 💔 these niggas piss me off .

~ ik its a lot, but this a safe space right? <3

Hey girl. I am by no means a sex expert or mental health expert, take what resonates, leave what doesn't, but this is indeed a safe space and I'm absolutely honored you trusted me with this.

Having sex is a deeply personal decision, but you should never feel like you did yourself a disservice. FUCK THAT MF 👏🏽👏🏽 HE AINT DESERVE YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE.

Unfortunately, theres no way to know that for certain when these mfs are scheming from jump. Black men are conditioned to be coddled. Family, especially Black moms, will cater to and coddle the hell out of their sons. Fix their plates, wash their clothes, etc. So when they get out into the streets, they're looking for that in their partners. Conversely, Black daughters are conditioned to overchieve to the point of perfectionism. They have to be cooks, doctors, therapists, maids, etc and outclass their counterparts in every way possible. So if a man don't get what he thinks he deserves, he feels no qualms about dogging someone out.

I'm sorry your first time sucked. Im so, so, sorry that it wasn't full of love and safety. Do not beat yourself up about this. Sex should be enjoyed safely with consenting partners. You WILL get there. One day, you will be screaming glory to the ceiling. I know this will happen for you 👏🏽

This is only one bad experience. But it cannot color your future experiences. My best advice is to listen to your gut. When you are in tune with the right person, you may not feel butterflies or anxiousness or feel that die hard passion that TV likes to lie about. The right person? Will make you feel safe. You will feel calm around this person. Your worries will melt away because his/her/their priority is to put you at ease. They will listen to you. They will communicate with you. They will never pressure you into something you're not ready for.

They will wait 10 years to have sex with you if you're not ready. And will gladly wait those 10 years to make sure you're safe in their arms. I cannot stress this enough. Communication is your best friend 👏🏽 if you can't open your mouth and communicate your needs with someone you're willing to hop in bed with, why are you hopping in bed with them 🤔

Sex is a journey. A long, complicated, stressful, wonderful journey. The intimacy will come, the love will come. You gon get there, I promise 😚 even if its casual sex and youre not in love with the person, fight that instinct to retreat. Fight that instinct to close yourself off.

You dont need distractions right now, you gotta sit with this feeling. You gotta live with it. You gotta identify what it is youre searching for. And never compromise on that.

Black girls are never afforded opportunities to be soft. To be vulnerable.

Fight it!!! And keep fighting it!!!

[felinemotif]

i am also nosy <3333

4, 21, 24, 33, 34, 41 (or other hot drink), 43, & 46

two nosy gals <3333

4. which cryptid being do you believe in?

listen i LOVE cryptozoology my dream is to one day go to the annual mothman festival in west virginia and spend an entire weekend. i don't necessarily believe-believe but if at least one were real???? like say....the yeti... i would not be shocked. honestly it makes me pretty happy to think that there are all sorts of interesting creatures out there. so maybe not true belief but wanting to believe?

21. something you’ve kept since childhood?

my childhood dog passed on when i was a teen. her name was jackie, and she had a white collar with a diamond bejeweled bone. the leather got worn down over the years but i still have the jeweled bone!! eventually i would like to get a copy of it tattooed + have the pendant remade into a bracelet or hair clip.

it's actually one of the only things i still have from my childhood! some things are just worth saving.

24. if we were together on a rooftop, what would we be doing?

definitely eating for one. i don't know how you feel about fast food but it's not something i eat bc i worry about cross contamination (no meat outside of seafood for me) so it'd have to be either a picnic or convenience store snacks. totally painting each other's nails and talking about childhood comforts and fiction.

33. the last adventure you’ve been on?

i did a roadtrip with an old coworker of mine. he moved out to idaho about a year and a half ago now, but we were good friends fast so we try to stay in contact. he had to drive back my way on his way to go see his parents so he stopped, picked me up, and then we went all the way up to NH together. it was a lot of fun. i really appreciate his calm way of going through life; he lived out of his van by choice for a few years straight out of hs and then saved up to buy a plot of land so he could start building his own place. he's like a strange cousin to me.

34. is there a song you know every word to by heart?

so many!!! memorizing lyrics is easy for me. i've been singing un puño de tierra by becky g (my girllllll) in the shower though lately. and while washing dishes. and driving. basically all the time. i rarely even play the song anymore since it's already so stuck in my head.

41. how do you take your coffee? (or other hot drink)

if i'm very tired i'll just drink regular old black coffee to wake up, no milk. for hot drinks i really prefer to have matcha or a bay leaf and cinnamon stick tea.

43. what’s your take on spicy foods?

i'm latina; if it's not spicy, i don't want it lol. i have been really into indian food recently actually and have been learning tons of new recipes bc they have such a large amount of vegan and vegetarian dishes that all have a kick to them. it's great.

46. favorite holiday film?

i'm a the nightmare before christmas girl all the way. one of my favorite films in general, even outside of the holiday category. i also like to watch the low budget horror films they come out with for holidays (mostly the halloween ones but the christmas ones are always pretty funny too).

[loosesodamarble]

Hi Erika! 💙 Thank you again for all of the wonderful discussion about the world’s best grumpy, tsundere spatial mage. You always have such wonderful and thoughtful ideas, and your headcanons are so spot on and delightful! 😊 It’s switching gears a bit, but I wanted to ask you about Demon Slayer (I’ve been on a bit of a KNY kick—lots of excitement for Season 3 I think). I apologise if you’ve already answered this somewhere in a past post, but who are your favourite Demon Slayer characters? Thanks dear! 💕

Hello hello, Acacia~! Sorry for taking forever and a half to answer your question but here's the answer now! (Also gonna tag you @acacia-may to make sure you see this because it's been so long.)

This ask has been sitting in the inbox so long that Season 3 of the anime is currently airing now. Whoops! 😅🤣 I don't think I've answered this exact question regarding my KnY faves, especially since I mostly post Black Clover... So thanks for making me think of Demon Slayer again~! 💖

Now for my favorites, I think I'm gonna go ahead and start with some honorable mentions before listing a Top 5.

I'm gonna talk a lot so the meat of this post will be under the cut.

..........

Honorable mentions

I've talked about how similar Zenitsu and I are to each other and that's why he's an honorable mention. I vibe with the kid. He's so funny with how extra complainy he is about... everything. Poor child. (Side note: the store I work at sells some KnY character pens and the Zenitsu ones don't sell well and I lowkey feel bad about that.)

And Tanjirou is the MC. He's so sweet and kind to his friends. But he's a strong-willed fighter and knows what's right for everyone. Killing demons is how he saves humans threatened by demons and humans who have become demons. I love the way he learns in each arc, whether it be something emotional or in terms of how he fights. His worldview and morality don't really change but I do feel like he experiences growth nonetheless.

Top 5 Faves

5) Sanemi: I like this jerk, okay? I am drawn to jerk older brothers who secretly love and want to protect their siblings (Nacht, Nozel, and Sanemi have a little club in my mind.) He's a little off-putting at first but you know there's depth to his character when we see how he speaks to Kagaya with such respect. He acts rough but he's thoughtful deep down. And his bond with his mother and Genya! Like! This man is soft deep down, let me have it!

4) Nezuko: Before Nacht was my tumblr pfp, it was actually Nezuko. She is the cutest sister character in any series I've read (which actually isn't that many but sssshhhhhh!). I love her anti-demon flames. I love how she's allowed to fight and get bloody (mostly because she has a healing factor and can get absolutely wrecked but come back from it). She doesn't get to say a lot but she still has strong moments. Like how Tanjirou dreams of her telling him not to worry about their family not having nice things and to just try his best. Gosh, when that got animated I cried... I love Nezuko so much... Baby...

3) Mitsuri: Mitsuri is such a sweetheart! She's one of the two KnY characters that I'd date if given the chance. I love how she carries herself. She wears her heart on her sleeve whether she be happy or sad. Like, her second introduction to Tanjirou is crying openly in front of him. In the present, she's not afraid to be vulnerable. Her story in the second light novel is also really nice as it shows how Mitsuri became the open-hearted gal she is in the present. She went from feeling self-conscious about her reason for being in the Corps to learning how she brings cheer to people's lives and that renewing her convictions. She knows the Corps members have hard lives but her attitude doesn't make light of it. It's okay to have cheer after hardship because bogging oneself in pessimism will only hurt. Also, and this might be me bragging a little but I actually used Mitsuri and Obanai's failed romance in a college essay about romance literature in Japan. It was a silly little essay but to be able to cite one of my favorite mangas for a college assignment was fun (and actually my second time doing it. First time was talking about Daki and Gyuutarou in regards to depictions of "geisha"). I just love Mitsuri a lot and would love to be more like her (attitude, appearance, and ability-wise honestly...).

2) Kyoujurou: I love this man so much that I saw the movie in theaters and cried all three times because man does his death really hit hard in the anime. Kyoujurou is bright and warm and inspiring. While he's unable to help Tanjirou regarding the Dance of the Fire God, he still offers to make Tanjirou and the other boys his students. I think it's a mix of genuinely seeing their potential and just wanting the chance to teach the younger generation but it's kinda hilarious how quickly he latches onto the trio. I really like Kyoujurou's philosophy on life, how the fleeting nature of it is what makes it beautiful (mayhaps he read a bit of the Hojoki in his free time?/lh+j). It's a little sad to see people leave or even die but change is what makes life what it is. Kyoujurou also the second KnY characters I'd want to date so there's that.

1) Inosuke: MY BABY BOAR BOY! From the first panel he was in, he had me entertained. Inosuke is loud and chaotic and fun. I'm not usually about chaotic boys but Inosuke learning what kindness and friendship are are what endear me to him. He's so confused by affection is absolutely the cutest thing. And despite acting macho and like he's supposed to be a leader, all of his major victories are a team effort. Working alongside Tanjirou to beat that puppeted demon on Natagumo Mountain, the fight against Daki, and even in his fight of the final arc. I do kinda wish he had more solo moments though because he should get a little more spotlight, but what he does get, I enjoy thoroughly. He's the character that got me to make a KnY oc (Shizuka) because I wanted someone fiery but also sweet to play off him (and be shipped with him). Inosuke is a feral boy but still a sweet guy and I find that really cute for whatever reason. The bonus chapter about his early life is really stinking adorable as well! It's great! Inosuke is very adoptable in my mind. Thus, he is my favorite character.

[writer-of-various]

Meet Your Heroes! Featuring Shellshock, aka Irina Zykov! Report Edition, 2001.

"Minerva is just an amazing person, an amazing super, she didn't ask to be experimented on and could have killed us all but she made it her life goal to save humans: the weak, pathetics. Don't look like that, I was one of you too before a filthy German pig decided to shove a fucking syringe in my vein. We didn't ask for this, we got it because life is a bitch, and now we have to save everyone."

Shellshock about Minerva.

"America is a tough gal, really, she had it rough when she lost her brother though, nearly killed and destroyed everything in her path. There's not much to say, because there are no words to describe the bravery and good heart of Turner. She is America's Hero, their angel, to some their God. She doesn't believe that though, she's always so hard on herself. She's a good girl, I just wish she knew that."

Shellshock about America.

"That's Caduceus, a real goddess. Comrade Miller managed to revive her dying teammates in the war, her healing powers have always been the center of attention. They gave her that name, they gave her the staff, but her uniform is really the only thing that screams who she is. She's the Goddess of Healing, of reviving, but she's also the Goddess of death and pestilence. Don't get her mad."

Shellshock about Caduceus.

"Serpent is of course what his name says. He turns into a fucking poisonous snake: one bite, you're done. One graze of his fangs, you're done. In the war he really was a snake, a good one though, he snuck around, he stalked, he waited until the time was right to go forth with his objective. He did it for family, friends, religion, countries. He's the only snake you would want on your team, because he's a loyal snake."

Shellshock about Serpent.

"And there's me, your nuke, your .45 ACP, .9mm, sniper rounds, missiles, explosive rounds, gunny, you fucking name one of those things and I'm it. I can shoot a fucking nuke out of a pistol– yes, I tried it in Nevada, don't judge me Yankee. Anyways, I saw more action in the Cold War, with the advancement of weapons and fear of nuclear warfare. Trust me, if a nuke were to drop somewhere, it's because of me and it'll be on the country who was a hair away from pressing that magical red button. Obviously I changed a lot, drinking, smoking, fighting, I've done things I'm not proud of but these powers you see as a gift, as a blessing, are a curse for us."

Shellshock about herself.

"Lilja can't be in a room full of light and people and get angry or upset, her powers will black out everything and kill you in a nanosecond. Nancy is too strong, she worries about hurting those she loves. Rebecca's powers can sometimes reflect her emotions and she can set the world into a pandemic. Jaren is afraid if he goes to a school, a parade, some civic public event to show his powers off to kids, he can kill one of them accidentally. These powers are horrible, they took so much away from us so we can give too much away for everyone. Don't get me started on the Modern Heroes, they have it just as bad."

Shellshock about the heroes' powers.

[thegayestpersonalive]

A South Park Reunion in Camp Campbell

Snice Camp Camp won and South park came in second and almost was a tie with Camp Camp I will do both Fandom🙂 Also David is Kyle and went by his middle name😀and to let you guys know it's a Main 4 reunion and they decided to do a reunion at Camp Campbell! This also will have ships like Style, Bunny, Cartmen x Nobody, and Maxneil!

Max POV:

I wake up in my tent to another fucking useless day at camp Campbell. I put on my hoodie and head outside trying to find David. I see David at the front of the camp (Even tho we weren't getting any new campers today or that I know of) so I walk up to David and hear him hum a song.

Its not that fucking stupid song that he sings that goes like "OHHHHH~There's a place I knowThat's tucked away A place where you and I can stayWhere we can go to laugh and play, And have adventures everyday! I know it sounds hard to believe But guys and gals it's true, Camp Campbell is the place for me and you! We'll swim through lakes and climb up trees; Catch fish, bugs, bears, and honeybees! There's endless possibilities And no, That's not hyperbole! Our motto's "CAMPE DIEM" And that means I'm telling you~ We've got: Archery,Hiking,Search & Rescue,Biking,Horseback,Training that will save you from a heart attack, Scuba diving, Miming, Keeping up with rhyming, Football, Limbo, Science, Stunting, Pre-Calc, Spaceships, Treasure hunting, Bomb defusal, No refusal, Fantasy, Circus trapeze ,and Fights, and Ghosts, and Paints, and Snakes, and Knives, and Chess, and Dance, and Weights–It's Camp Camp!!!" Don't ask how I know that whole song.

"OH I CANT WAIT TILL THEY GET HERE!" David said happily, and I probably scared him because he jumped when I said "Till who gets here?" After he realized it was me he calmed down "Oh Max! It's just you!" I took offense to that "The fuck you mean it's just me?!"

After fighting with David for a while the bus comes and as Quatermaster says "Adults are here" as a man with messy blonde hair and had a Orange I wanna say parka? Was around his waste and a fatass comes out with him with a another person with a blue hat and black hair comes out as well.

And David starts to sing a werid song.

David/Kyle: I'm goin' down to South Park, gonna have myself a time!

David/Kyle and Stan: Friendly faces everywhere, humble folks without temptation!

David/Kyle: Goin' down to South Park, gonna leave my woes behind!

Cartman: Ample parking day or night, people spouting: "Howdy, neighbor!"

David/Kyle: Headin' on up to South Park gonna see if I can't unwind!

Kenny: I like fucking silly bitches and I know my penis likes it!

David/Kyle: So come on down to South Park, and meet some friends of mine! ALSO KENNY THERE IS A 10 YEAR OLD HERE!

the guy I assume is Kenny starts to laugh as David screams at him. I just left there because shit was getting werid anyway! I go and find Neil and Nikki to see what shit we can get into and possibly to see if David will get mad at us.

I find them in the Mess Hall and see that Neil is making a new mechain to mess with David and Gwen.

Lets see if David finally breaks today

Chapter 1 is done! Hope you enjoyed!!! And Butters will come in soon so don't worry!!

I'm bored

idk what to do so and I want to make a fic on here before posting on wattpad so yeah and if so what Fandom should I do?

[babblydrabbly]

Gentleman (Dark!Rick Flag x Reader)

Pairing(s): Rick Flag x F!Reader

Characters: Rick Flag, Mention of Amanda Waller

Word Count: 1.5k+

Rating/Warning(s): Dark fic warning!!!, stalking, mentions of non-con stuff, female masturbation, voyeurism, language.

A/N: For this request. omg nonnie, rick and stalking. what have you done to me. Title is 100% ironic for obvious reasons.

Anonymous Asked: "Rick Flag prompt: Reader has been getting red flags that she might have a stalker, who leaves invasive letters/gifts for her behind and she’s getting more and more worried about her safety. Who better to confide in than our favorite reliable Colonel?"

It started with minuscule things. Things you wouldn't have noticed otherwise, had they not piled up; Your doormat askew in the hall. Your bathroom door open when you thought you had closed it before you left for work. Your mailbox down in the lobby missing letters you'd been expecting.

And then, one weekday, it's there. Waiting by your door, a bouquet of flowers sat propped for you when you get home. You glanced up and down the hall before picking it up, examining it carefully. There's no note, not even a business card. You tried to think who would have a reason to send you something so nice, but at the back of your mind you felt uneasy.

A ways away, another door opened and shut. And you looked up to see your neighbor Rick on his way out. He's got on his usual, nondescript work garb— A black windbreaker and baseball cap. He slipped past you with a nod, his eyes flitting down to the flowers in your arms. He slowed, arching a brow.

"Not Valentine's Day yet is it?" He joked warmly. You chuckled in return, a little embarrassed to be caught with the bouquet without occasion.

You shook you head. "No, I don't know what they're for actually."

He shrugged. Rick shot you another smile before heading down the hall, and you let yourself into your apartment to set the flowers down. You spent the evening wondering if you should put them in the vase or dump them in the trash. You decided trash the next morning, sweeping them into the bin before dumping it all down the hallway chute.

A week later, you find a note in your mail box. Not a flower kind of gal?

---

Rick opened his front door, looking surprised to see you. You'd knocked with urgency. You didn't want to worry your neighbor, but you did want a little neighborly advice.

"You said you worked in security, right?" You began when he let you into his apartment.

The man nodded, closing the door behind him. "I do."

It was technically true, on occasion. Rick Flag had a few covers over the years. His indefinite assignment with Waller had him sticking to the same one since he moved closer to Belle Reve.

"I was wondering if you had any pointers for..." You stood in his living room, wringing your hands together. A nervous tick, he'd noticed, something you often did waiting for the elevator or for a taxi outside the building. He found it endearing— the way you got caught up in your own head.

You tried to get your thoughts together. Tried not to sound so paranoid. "Well, I wanted to put a camera outside my door, maybe. The manager said it was alright. I just wanted to know if you knew a good kind to install."

Rick pretended to mull it over as he nodded thoughtfully. He poured you a glass of water, and you take it, grateful. "I can set you up with somethin' simple. Plenty of cameras hook up to your phone these days. You can keep an eye on your place while you're at work."

Your face lit up with a appreciative smile. It sends a warm jolt up Rick's spine.

He gets you set up in no time. You watched him kneel to install the camera/sensor in your doorway over the weekend, his fingers working deftly to secure it in place. He also got you a camera for your kitchen, pointing out into the living room and into your bedroom. You thanked him with a batch of fresh blueberry muffins you whipped together as he worked.

Rick took the plate with a smile that makes your heart stutter. You told him he can stop by more often— The two of you didn't have to keep exchanging favors just to chat.

"Yeah?" He said. "Maybe when I get back."

He has to head back to base for another task force mission. He hated leaving you on your own; But he felt better knowing now he could keep an eye on you.

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The notes stop. And with the cameras, you feel better getting notifications whenever anyone knocked on your door.

You get home one day, exhausted. You make a beeline for the bathroom and rinse the day's sweat and grime off, elated that it was a Friday. As you wash the soap from your body, your touch lingers over your breasts, and you decide that when you get into bed you're going to relax and release the tension you've been feeling all week.

Rick is in his office when you turn your kitchen camera off. He copied the feed from your new equipment to his own phone; He likes to keep it on while he works at his desk, your pattering around your apartment like white noise.

He stops working and glances at his phone. With a few easy clicks, Rick is turning your camera back on, and now he knows why you've shut it off.

You felt odd about having something watching you as you went about your apartment. You always changed in the bathroom, so it had never occurred to you to cover or block the kitchen camera. But today you were on your bed, back pressed into the covers as you worked your hand between your legs. You arched off the bed as you felt the heat in your abdomen build.

You tried not to think about your neighbor as you massaged your fingers in and out of yourself, your slick folds making the slide so, so easy. Rick was polite, kind; The kind of gentleman you'd normally go for, if you wanted to break your cardinal rule about dating in your own apartment complex, that is. You feel a little guilty about imagining him between your thighs— Imagining him working his tongue in and out of you as you writhed on the bed.

Your back arches as you squeeze your eyes shut. You're in just your robe, still naked from your shower. It falls open to expose your breasts to the cool air of your bedroom, and you lift your free hand to palm at your nipple, making yourself gasp.

Fuck.

Rick's eyes are glue to his phone. You're perfectly centered within frame, your body distant from the camera but still visible. He shifts in his chair.

Didn't you have any idea what you do to him? Rick's cock twitches as he watches your legs fall open more. You slowly fuck your fingers into your cunt, your chest heaving— Rick glances at his office door to make sure it's locked. He doesn't move. Doesn't press a hand to his growing length even though the sight of you is driving him wild.

There's no sound on the camera. So Rick takes the liberty of imagining you're saying his name as you near your climax. He'd do anything to hear it in person; He's got half a mind to leave base early and drive back home well over the speed limit right now.

But it doesn't take you long to finish. You press your hand to your clit, feeling the friction as you fuck yourself on your fingers until you're finally pulled taut— You arch until your back is off the bed, your mouth falling open as you come. A soft yelp leaves your lips as you fuck yourself through it as best you can until you're shaking.

You fall back onto the bed in a daze, already wondering what you were going to cook up for dinner.

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Rick enters the elevator to your building later that night. It's nearly twelve in the morning by the time he's on your floor. He passes your front door, the ring on your camera illuminating when his figure trips the sensor there. He doesn't expect you're still awake; But when you yank your door open, he's pleasantly surprised.

You're still in your robe from earlier, but now you've got a pajama set on underneath, the belt around you pulled closed and tight. He greets you with a tired smile, but when he sees your expression, he stops.

"[Y/n]? You alright?" He asks carefully.

You step into the hall. "Hey Rick, can I talk to you?"

Rick hopes your heart is racing like his is when you let him into your apartment. He stops his eyes from flickering over to your bedroom door, the memory of you laying there prone and euphoric still etched into his mind. He thought about you on the way home— How he would have fucked you two, three more times after that little orgasm you gave yourself just hours ago. You deserved more than a quick little evening. Much more.

You brushed your hair behind your ears worriedly as you paced in front of him. "Somethin' wrong, sweetheart?" He prods. He tests the nickname out, and he likes the way it rolls off his tongue when he's saying it directly to you. He closes the door behind him, careful to lock it without making a sound.

He sees you glance over at him, your cheeks flushing.

"I just um— Sorry, I don't want to sound paranoid or anything. I know you did a good job with the cameras. I was just wondering—" You took a breath, stopping by the counter. "Can someone hack into them? Like, turn them on without me knowing?"

Rick wants to commend you for your attention to detail. —That's why he loved you, wasn't it? How you took action, reached out for his help when you knew something had changed. Deep down, you knew you were being watched and looked after.

You're confused by his little smile, a shadow of a smirk that suddenly sets you on edge.

"The red light on the back. You saw it turn back on." He notes in his calm drawl.

"Yeah, I was reaching for something in the pantry behind it and I— How did you—?" You're cut off when Rick swiftly presses you back against to the edge of the counter, pinning you there with both hands resting on the marble surface. He revels in the way you shiver, how the small puff of your breath lands shakily on his face.

"You don't even know what you do to me, [y/n]." He whispers in your ear. You whimper as you feel the hot press of his lips ghosting the shell there, feel him inhale the scent of your shampooed hair deeply.

You don't even know what you do to me. It was one of the notes left for you. You had dropped the scrap of paper that had slipped itself under your door while you were away at work, horrified. You thought about keeping it— About bunching it up with the other notes as evidence for— For whoever it was that was harassing you like this. You feel your eyes well with tears.

You make another high, alarmed sound when Rick presses his body into yours. You feel the thick girth of him against your pelvis, already hard and waiting for you. Rick finally takes your face in his hands, making you look at him. You see the way his eyes are blown nearly black. His fingers tighten around your chin— He has to hold himself back, take a moment to look at you up close like this.

Rick licks at his lips faintly as he takes in your trembling face. His expression, a mix of adoration and predatory hunger, makes you reel away. He holds you there as he presses a bruising kiss onto your lips—swallows your attempt to cry out.

Rick brushes a thumb over your jawline tenderly. When he pulls away, he's smiling.

"I'm gonna take good care of you, darlin'."

[theroseofambrose]

I just had a random idea for a scenario with Bo and his kid/kids. Like imagine Bo loosing his kids in a crowd of people and going full panic mode trying to find them. Maybe they were out of Ambrose, getting ice creams or something when he looked away, and once he looked back to where they were playing, he couldn't find them. He's looking for them frantically and people are giving him weird looks but he doesn't even care. In the end he finds them unharmed but it's doubtful he'd ever leave Ambrose with his kids ever again.

Fatherhood

Warnings: Panic attack, lost kids, attempted child abduction.

He took his eyes off them for a second! A god damn second! It was a hot spring day in Louisiana, and Bo had taken his two little girls with him into Baton Rouge. He wanted to get a gift for his lil darlin back home for their anniversary. He saw it as a perfect opportunity to take the kids with him to get them a treat after the shopping. Plus it would give their mama a break who runs herself ragged after those little one.

Bo was just looking through a rack of clothing in a department store at the Mall of Louisiana. He Let go of little Maple hand for one second and when he turned back around, Both her and her sister were gone.

"Maple? Lainey? Come on now. You both know your suppose to stick close to your daddy" Bo called out, looking around the store. Both girls had just turned four a few months back. Sometimes they played hide and seek on Bo and his brothers. But Bo had told them they needed to stay by his side when they were in town.

He began looking around the ladies department he was in. They are four, surely they couldn't have gotten away from him to far in a few seconds. He looked in the middle of the clothing racks incase they were hiding in those.

He looked under little couches for trying on shoes. Just incase. They were no where to be found. Bo saw a sale gal putting things on racks and went over to her quickly

"excuse me, My daughters seem to have wondered off, could ya please look in the ladies changing room to see if they are there. Their two twin little girls. bout 4. Not to big. Long black hair with curls in it. Uh maple got a red dress on and Lainey got little overalls on" Bo said quickly raddling off an description of them. Trying to remember what his girls dressed themselves in this morning.

The woman just smiled at him

"of course I can. I bet they getting far, but do you want me to get mall security to look for them?" she asked him gently because Bo was on edge.

"no no think you, They like to play hide and seek is all" Bo said while she went into the Ladies dressing room to look around. She checked ever stall and peek under any of the closed doors to see if she saw little legs. When she did she came back out

"I'm sorry, no one is in there. Let me go call the security guard and they mall staff will look for them. Don't worry sir, Children wonder off all the time in malls" she said and headed off to go tell her manager so they could alert the staff.

Bo didn't wait though. He was frantically looking around other department now and calling their names.

"Maple Louise Sinclair! Lainey Iris Sinclair! y'all come out right now from where your hiding! Or your both going to be in big trouble" Bo hollered as he looked. His heart was thumping now and that feeling of dread in his stomach was growing to the size of an elephant.

Bo's hands were shaking. He found himself at the enterance of the store that lead out to the rest of the mall. If they had went out into the large mall Bo might never be able to find him. He headed out and looked around frantically. he was starting to ask everyone he walked by

"excuse me have you seen two twin little girls?"

"pardon me, I'm looking for my daughters. their four. two little twins?"

"have you seen two little twin girls come by here."

"Please, I'm looking for my kids? their two little girls" Bo asked everyone he passed by. kept getting head shakes and dismissed.

"you should go to where the Carousel is. Kids love that and they got like cookie shops and toy stores all around it. I lost my little brother once he was just over there hanging out with the carousel operator. " an Emo looking teenage boy told Bo. Leaning up against a fountain with the rest of his friends

"Thank ya, pull up your pants kid, ya need a belt" Bo said all at once as he started sprinting towards the sound of the Carousel. Then he started pushing through the crowds. Parents with there kids. Teenagers. Old folks there power walking. Bo might Have pushed an old woman out of his way, he's not sure. It's all a blur. He can't breath. He can't hear anything but the blaring Carousel music and his pounding heart beat.

He looked around frantically. The colors were blurring amongst his eyes and so were the faces of the crowd

"Maple! Lainey!" Bo called out through the crowd but was drowned out by everything around him.

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Maple and Lainey were holding hands. Looking at the carousal with all it's pretty horses and animals bounce up and down as the ride went on. A black teenage girl with long dreads was beside them looking at her phone. Not really paying much of attention.

A man came to talk to the two little girls beside her. She wasn't paying attention to them. until she heard one part of their conversation.

"how about you girls come with me. I'll buy you a cookie from that Cinnabon over there."

"Daddy says not supposs to talk to strangers" Maple said. much more out going and brave then her sister.

That got the teenagers ears burning and she looked up from her phone and glanced at them.

"well all new friends are strangers before they become friends. I bet your daddy would want you to have new friends" The man said.

"Excuse me! why are you talking to my little sisters! We don't know you!" The teenager said, taking both Maple and Lainey hands and pulling them behind her. Putting herself between them and this man. She said it loud enough to get other parents looking at the man real quick. along with the carousel staff.

"I wasn't doing nothing" he said

" You were offering them food! and they don't want it! you aren't their daddy! you have no business talking to them!" She basically shouted to get as much attention as she could. The operator was already motioning for the security guard to come over. That creep took off real fast.

She got down on her knees to be eye level with the girls

"Y'all should never talk to adults you don't know. especially if they offer you stuff. you don't take it, you don't go with em. doesn't matter if they offer you candy, or a toy, or tell you that they know your parents. You don't ever go with someone ya don't know. You understand me" She told both of the girls.

"yes ma'am" Maple said quickly

"Where are your parents? are you two loss" she asked them

"waiting on daddy to take us on the merry go round ride" Lainey said

"Where is your daddy, is he here?" she asked

"he looking at dresses for mama" Maple said.

"y'all shouldn't have walked off without him. There are a lot of bad people in the world that will hurt little kids. Now both of you take my hands. I'm gonna help you find your daddy. can y'all tell me your last names? do y'all know your daddy phone number?" She asked both of them.

"it's Sinclair. Maple Sinclair" Maple said rocking on her light up shoes making them glow.

"mama gave me this if we ever needed it" Lainey said taking a piece of paper from her overall pocket. It had Bo's phone number. their mama phone number.

she sat down with the girls on the bench and called Bo.

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Bo was about to lose the last big of his mind when his phone started ringing. it was an unknown number but he answered

"hello?" he said

"Hi, Mr. Sinclair?" a friendly little accent came through.

"yes?" he said gripping a wall as his heart nearly came out of his chest

"I'm over here at the Carsousel with your girls. They are both okay and I'm gonna wait with them till you get here" she said

"oh god, thank you Mary, Joesph and Jesus" Bo said as his heart nearly stopped.

"you better hurry. Some creepy was trying to lure them away with cookies" she told him. That made Bo's heart sink to his stomach and his blood boil with a rage he never felt before.

He hurried as fast as he could and found them both. Unharmed and sitting with a teenage girl who was putting Mapel hair up so it was out of her face.

"girls!"Bo yelled running over there. they both jumped up and ran to him

"Daddy!" they screamed. He scooped them both up into his arms and held them tightly to them

"oh thank god. Don't you two ever ever do that again! do you hear me! y'all both scared your daddy half to death! You both know better than that!" Bo shouted a bit from all of his fear coming out.

"we just wanted to see the merry go round" Mapel said softly

"That don't matter, you don't wander off without me like that!" Bo said looking at his girls as big blue eyes started filling up with tears.

"oh... I'm just so glad you both are safe" He said holding them tightly "I know you two didn't mean it, but ever do that again"

Bo left the mall with nothing bought but the most precious thing in his life safe. His heart beat finally went back to normal. But that pit in his stomach was still there. He didn't know why he thought this was a good idea. The world isn't safe to have his girls out in it. The world had men like himself in it.

[keigosbirdie]

I love your way of writing and despite language barriers (German potato) I can read your texts well and fluently! ♡ you can tell that you put a lot of work into it and I don't have to start with your drawings they are awesome !! ♡♡ my first fail question was answered nicely by you ♡ I wanted to ask if you can give my day a good start with a few lovely words from Hawks in your style so that I can go to work motivated ♡

Thank you so much !! Ahh! Im so happy you could read my story despite the language barrior! I try to write bluntly, so to speak- to the point, you know? Im glad my style of writing works for you!! A few words from hawks? Well, since you sent me such a sweet message I wrote something for you! Its short and I wrote it on my breaks at work so i hope its okay ;u;

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Morning Coffee

The morning was cold. Flecks of snow fell lazily from the blackened sky above you, so you pulled your scarf up over your nose to keep warm. You were alone at the train station, just like every morning before. The world was engulfed in darkness beyond the reach of the buzzing lights above you. Used to, the dark of early morning felt ominous and frightening. Especially walking in it alone to the station, but it became a comfort when it became familiar. The rest of the world was excluded from your early morning train rides to work. It was the only time of day that truly belonged to you. When you thought of it that way, the blackness all around you felt more like a protective blanket from the world beyond it than something to be feared.

But it was still lonely.

You clasped your coffee cup tightly in your palms as you waited for the train. Well, it wasn't your coffee cup. Your favorite thermos was forgotten on the counter in the rush of the morning. Your only alternative was a paper cup filled with whatever elixir the gas station peddled you that morning. It helped warm you against the chill of winter, but it did little for your soul.

You clasped your coffee a little tighter and glanced up at the world above it's brim. It was so early in the morning in your rural town that you were the soul occupant of the train station. There was no casual chatter of strangers or the shuffling of other people living their lives separate from yours. There was only you and the faint buzz of the lights above you.

The loneliness was an excuse for your mind to wander to thoughts of those close to you. Close, but not close enough. Friends you only saw during friday outings. Your mother, who lived a few hours away. Your husband, who moved in with you just a week prior, but it hardly felt like it. He had little time for domestic bliss in the midst of his own busy troubles. It was fine, you were incredibly busy yourself, and just having him there more often was a comfort.

The memory of the night before warmed your core up better than your cup. He came home a little early, and you stayed up way past bed time to build a pillow fort, per your request. The rest of the night you laid together in the makeshift hovel. His familiar voice filled the tiny space with gentle, nostalgic words that set sparklers off in your chest.

He was still in bed when you awoke for work, which made leaving even more difficult. It took several minutes of mental preparation to climb out from beneath his warm plumage, and he chirped and rolled in his sleep at the loss of your warmth. You decided not to wake him, —sleep was a rare luxury for the overworked hero— so you left with a worldless kiss and a note on the fridge. It made standing alone at the station all the more bitter, though, knowing he was at home keeping the sheets warm.

Your chest quaked gently under the weight of your loneliness, but only for a moment before you straightened your back out to stand a little taller. It would be fine. You'd be home again after your shift, and you'd see him again when he eventually made it home after his.

You reached into your coat pocket and fingered the top of an aluminum can. It was also coffee, but his coffee. The too sweet, triple shot canned stuff he sipped on to get through the day. You'd buy one for him when you stopped by a gas station. And sometimes for yourself, simply because the shiny yellow can on your desk gifted you with thoughts of him through the day.

"It's quiet out here," a voice resonated from behind you. Right behind you.

"F-Fuck!" You jolted. The paper coffee cup that'd been comforting you was crushed in your startled fist. What little was left of the hot liquid gushed out and burned the knuckle of your thumb.

The redness on your hand was pale in comparison to the flush of your cheeks, however, when you realized who'd landed behind you. Hawks. The man you'd abandoned in bed. He was dressed for patrol in his hero get up. He lifted that yellow visor of his atop his head, the same one that sat on your bedside table at night. He looked down at you apologetically. His wings folded tight against his back as if to make himself appear smaller; less threatening.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you-"

"Oh, no, you're fine-" you blurted as you straightened yourself out and rubbed the ache of your hand against your thigh. "You just startled me, Jesus, why don't your wings make any sound when you come swooping in? At least give a gal a warning."

He offered the smallest smile.

"I wanted to catch you before I took off," he said, though his expression was still a bit solemn as he eyed the hand you'd burned. "You left your thermos on the counter."

He reached into his thick jacket and pulled the thing from his pocket. You blinked, and you suddenly didn't feel cold anymore. With a long, contented hum you dropped the crumpled paper cup into the can behind you, and then he placed your thermos into the cradle your hands made. The metal was hot. He must have made you a fresh cup.

The gesture shook you just a little. He'd been in your life since you were children—he grew up to be your husband, for God's sake—but you never stood beside him in a public place. He was too protective, and the thought of you being outed as his spouse brought on his anxieties. Yes, the eagle eyes of strangers always made him nervous when it came to you, but there wasn't another soul in sight that morning.

"You'd risk being seen with me just to bring me my coffee?" You pondered as you popped off the cap and breathed in the familiar, healing aroma of your favorite brew.

"And to get my goodbye, since you ran off without one. I was worried," he added. His eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't lose his playful grin when he tacked, "You butthole," onto the end of his sentence.

You snorted at his childish insult. It was so like him to peck at you gently. "You never get any sleep- I was trying to be nice! And you know when I leave for work, Birdbrain. I even left you a note on the fridge."

"Ah, I didn't see it," he said. His gloved hand scratched at the back of his head as he tried to hide his small tinge of embarrassment. He came to bring you coffee, yes, but he also came just to double extra check that you were safely on your way to work and not a corpse in a ditch somewhere. "Sorry."

He worried. A lot. It was one of those things he was trying to work on, but it didn't bother you as much as he thought it did. He lived a treacherous life. The secrecy around your relationship and the anxiety he harbored for your safety always made sense to you.

A small cloud expelled from your lips as you let out the smallest laugh. "Don't be. I'm glad you came. Waiting out here is the crummiest part of the day, usually. Company is nice, especially if its yours."

His face softened. His lips quirked up into the faintest of grins, and his narrow eyes crinkled gently at their dark corners. It was the same smile that made your heart flutter when you were a little girl. His face was rounder and a bit more pudgy, then. His eyes were dowey, his voice was high, and he'd yet to be ripped apart and put back together into someone else. That little boy faded more and more as years and hardships passed, but you still saw him every time Hawks wore his smile.

"It is pretty cold," he said, and a wing unfurled from behind him. It draped around you like a heavy coat, battling away the chill in the air. Your smile grew a little wider as you stepped into him.

You fingered the edge of the can in your pocket before pulling it free from the confines of your coat.

"Here. We can have a little coffee before my train gets here," you offered.

His head tilted at the offering, as if startled by it. But then he took it graciously from your hands. You huddled close together under the canopy of his wings to keep warm as you nursed the edges of your drinks. Soon your train would come, and he would fly off into the darkness that became so familiar to you. You'd be on the tram alone once again, but the warmth of your thermos would keep you good company the rest of the way to the commission.

"Thank you," you managed to say. You were huddled so close together you could feel the fur trim of his coat brush against your cheeks. Warm puffs of your intermingling breaths chased the cold away from your cheeks and the loneliness from your once tight chest.

"For the coffee?" He asked before taking a noisy sip from his own elixir. "I knew you'd be lost without it."

"For everything."

[mothwings-rosethorns]

"Oh yea try to fucking deny it buddy look at her!! She's fucking dying in your arms and you have the gal to say you didn't do it??!?" Virility knew his code skills there was no way Vermin could be in such a state, not when she was hard coded into the game. She could be injured certainly and even killed but that was all temporary. She'd reset perfectly fine as if nothing had happened but this.

The alarms blaring on his screen told him this was something extreme and if he didn't fix it it was permanent. Her code itself was being outright attacked.

At the accusation Virility's entire bodied shuddered. His eyes flicking to solid black for a second before he reeled himself back in. He stood his ground shaking off the desire to switch into his true form. For he knew if he gave in Vermin would be destroyed as well. Clenching his fists tighter digging his claws into the palms of his hands til they bled he spoke through gritted teeth.

"Me? You're fucking joking right?? I didn't do ANYTHING but help her you fucking idiot!!" He shrieked back.

"I let her into my game. I listened to her. I did everything she asked. I treated her like one of us. I gave her a home!" Virility's tail swatted at the ground aggressively the marble floor cracking sending spiderweb cracks outward from the area of the blow. The anti-virus panted heavily.

"She begged me to sterilize her, so I did. She wanted me to treat her like all the other whores in our game so I did. She wanted to see you again after last time so I made that dress and I dolled her up just so she could be happy and you think I'M the one who thinks less of her?? You call her weak but she's the strongest virus I've ever fucking dealt with! Why else would you think I'd let her fucking stay??" Another ripple of black swirled through the mantid's eyes. His horns lengthening slightly a he was starting to lose control.

Vermin made a small noise at the outbursts. Turning weakly to look at the mantid. Locking eyes with her Virility felt his anger being replaced with concern. Worry filling his eyes as he saw how quickly she was fading. He didn't have time to bicker and argue. Before he could issue Alexander to set her down again the beast's boosted voice rang out.

The loudness of Alexander's voice didn't seem to phase the anti-virus but he knew now he'd have no way of hiding this incident from his boss. Another mess for him to clean up. Typical.

"My friend?" Virility spoke as he stood tall staring Alexander down as he marched up to him as he asked. Not blinking or breaking eye contact as he closed the gap between them. "No, she's not my fucking friend you idiot, she's my queen."

Vermin blinked weakly up at Virility. She seemed about to try and speak but Virility quickly raised a hand to silence her.

Carefully he took her small body into his arms holding her bridal style. Her hand weakly reaching out to Alexander as she was pulled away.

"He's not leaving." Virility stated red and gold eyes shooting the beast a challenging look daring him to try and walk away from this.

Pulling a blanket form his inventory Virility quickly laid it out with his forelegs and settled Vermin down on it. It wasn't the best but he didn't have time to drag her to a better location. Soon as she was on the ground his tail's needle slid into the exposed vein beside her remaining heart gem.

Vermin let out a sharp cry of pain. Virility pet the top of her head gently before turning to his screens and pulling up a holographic keyboard. Fingers dancing across the keys at an insanely quick rate. With a direct hook up he could more easily access Vermin's code. Now he just needed to clear out the errors and locate the source of the distress and remove it. Not an easy task with how tangled up her code was.

"Don't just stand there make yourself useful. Talk to her. Hold her hand kiss her fucking anything. It's the least you could fucking do." Virility snapped tail twitching as wave of glitch spread from Vermin into him. But he ignored the pain and continued to work not bothering to look up from his displays.

Vermin was growing weaker and weaker she didn't even react when Alexander attempted to force her heart back together. She simply lay in his arms. Her once aggressive tight grip becoming slack gently pets as she stroked him as he hugged her.

"te amo..te amo..t.̸.̸t̶e̴ ̸a̴-̵a̷m̴o̵.." she reassured him. He broke her heart but the part that was still attached belonged to him and him alone. She wouldn't stop loving, she couldn't stop loving him. He was hers for as long as he wanted to keep her around.

Her head slumped back her long hair draping over his hands she struggled to remain conscious. Her eyes dulling as she forced a smile up at him.

"to̴g̵-̵-̸t̷o̵g̵e̶t̴h̵e̵r̸ ̵f̴o̴r̶e̴v̷e̴r̴…̵i̶n̸ ̴y̶o̶u̷-̸-̷-̴̭̿y̷̥͈̟͛̓͠o̸̝̅͒͆u̶͔̭̓r̶͍̹̗̎̑̅ ̸̗͐b̶̡̟̦̔e̷̻͆̈́̂l̶̳̙̒̈l̶̨͙̑̆y̸̹̯͎̕͠-̷̫̠͇̀̕-̷͔̠̿͐͘-̸̙̗̀" Vermin's body seized as a massive glitched coursed through her. Her appearance flashing colors, showing her previous forms for a split second before settling back to her current form.

She let out a small noise, panting as she struggled to stay awake. Her complexion paling as she continued to lose blood.

"v̛.̶.v͜i͏riĺ.͡.͞" her voice distorting as she tried in vain to speak.

"What in the shit are you two fuckers doing?!?!?!" Virility's voice cut through the air like a blade, sharp and aggressive. His normal sugary tone entirely gone. His phone in his palm was pinging repetitively as alerts of Vermin's deteriorating state where sent to him.

Virility kept his entire game under close inspection and that included Vermin despite her not being originally a part of his game.

The red rose was fuming glaring absolute daggers at Alexander. Tail raised, needle brandished as he moved slowly forward body tense tight. While he wanted to simply dart in and grab Vermin he knew better and chose to keep some distance should Alexander choose to lash out at him.

He eyes went from Alexander to the bloodied mess of Vermin in his arms. A pang of annoyance as he noticed the copious amounts of blood staining the dress he worked so hard to code. Vermin's body twitched as a series of glitched phased throughout her being. Snapping his gaze back to Alexander Virility's thorns spiked out shifting and rubbing against his smooth scales to create an audible hiss.

"Put. Her. Down. NOW." He snarled the command. He didn't know what was going on but he assumed her state was Alexander's doing. Nothing could screw with code this badly other than a virus.

His phone continued to ping and in a rush of annoyance and rage he pulled up his code editing window flipping the screen and enlarging it to show Alexander a window absolutely drenched in red warning alerts. Yellow and red text in large font reading out various errors that popped up over and over completely smothering the screen.

"Look!! Look at this fucking mess! Do you know how hard it's gonna be to fix this shit??!??! What in the CPU where you two fucking idiots fucking doing??!??"

Vermin looked tiredly from Alexander to the anti-virus. "Viri̕l̸í…" her voice failed again, another ripple of glitches washing over her as her body distorted and warped. The gem Alexander had attempted to fit back on falling off again.

It skid across the ground, stopping at Virility's feet.

The mantid stared down angrily at the gem. He knew he should have patched the shit out when he had the chance but Vermin had insisted on keeping it. He hated his past self for being such a kindhearted idiot. He looked from the gem to glare at Vermin who was still trying to hold onto Alexander.

She seemed so pathetic now laying in the large monster's grasp. He watched as she tried to keep giving Alexander kisses and pets, apparently trying to soothe the beast despite the fact she was the one completely falling apart. The red glint of her precious ring caught his eye.

He let out a deep growl, tail thrashing behind him wildly as he wanted nothing more than to rip that pretty ring off her finger and use it to gouge out Alexander's eyes.

"Put. her. down." he repeated again. Hands clenched tightly as he waited for the beast to do as he demanded.