#but none of our other dogs ever fell so i thought it was just my ocd

[mycatdog]

catrin decided to take her first lesson of dog parkour early today

i joke but she jumped from the first floor landing, landed on the stairs and fell down a few of them

it was my fault, i left her unsupervised to fetch one of her toys, and she doesn't like being left alone, so when she saw me coming back she was just trying to get to me quicker

it was so awful i just watched her fall and i couldn't do anything

she's mostly fine now. i took her to the emergency vet and they gave her some painkillers and told us to come back on monday. but god.

one week with the puppy and she's already nearly killed herself! i was feeling so good about how i was handling her, too. i'm going to be a lot more diligent in the future, i just feel like shit that i let it happen

[mint-yooxgi]

Control - Yandere!Incubus!Jisung

Yandere AU & Incubus AU - First Person POV

Genre: Mature, Smutty Themes, Internal Monologue

Pairing: Jisung X Implied Chubby!Fem!Reader

Words: 1,658

Warnings: Violent thoughts at one point and implied murder, very smutty themes (he's essentially in the middle of the act with you while this is going on hehe). Mentions of potential kidnapping, but nothing comes of it. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: I'M BACK BABEEEYYYYYYYY!!!! Lmaoo it's been forever since I've posted anything, or at least, it feels that way, so I hope this can satiate you all for a bit. Things have been a bit slow, but I'm feeling good about this one, better than I have been with my writing for a while. Anyways, Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~

The Tenth of The Feral Drabbles

You don’t know how long I’ve been dreaming about this… to complete ravage you and claim you as my own.

A blissful sigh escapes my lips as I look down upon the wondrous sight that is you, naked and spread out beneath me. Months of meticulous planning have finally all come to a head as I run my hands up your sides, caressing your body like I’ve always dreamed.

Finally, you are mine, just as I’ve always been yours.

Long since have I been watching you, keeping an eye out for anything and everything that might spark an interest for me in you. You see, my sort of clientele deserve a certain… care when I decide to take them on. The seduction is all part of the thrill of the game.

But you? Oh, you?

You are most certainly not a game. No… You are everything I’ve ever desired, and so much more…

All of the others were easy to figure out, some flowers here, some compliments there, and poof, I had them right where I wanted them. Yet, you made me work for it. You made me earn it, and by the time I did, I could never hope to accept anybody else but you.

You are now my sole desire in this godforsaken universe. The only one I will ever want. The only one I will ever need.

You see, Darlin’, you have this smile… A smile that just lights up the entire room whenever its radiance graces your features. It’s brilliant, and the first time I ever saw it, I was captivated. The way your eyes crinkle during such an expression of joy set my heart racing. An odd, and rather foreign feeling, as I’ve never experienced anything quite like it before.

I had to have it for myself.

Sure, there’s been other times where my clients have smiled at me - smugly, flirtatiously, genuinely - but none of them were you. You have a certain charm that’s addicting, and I couldn’t help but wonder what that smile would look like gracing your features because of me.

I wanted to make you laugh. I wanted to make you happy. More than all of that, though, I wanted to know what that smile would look like pulling at your features as you gazed down upon me, my tongue buried in that tight, wet heat of yours. Perhaps, even what it would look like as I intertwined our fingers together, hearing you sigh in bliss, begging me for more as I made you come over, and over, and over again. For me, and me alone.

That smile would become a product of my love for you, in whatever ways it could. Soon, it would be only reserved for me, and not that fucking coworker of yours that seemed overtly friendly with you. They really enjoyed cracking jokes, didn’t they? Not so funny when it’s their skull cracking instead…

But, I digress… what I had to do to ensure you fell into my arms after all this time is my own business. You don’t ever have to worry about a single thing.

You even seemed to have a soft spot for animals, so it became nothing for me to start walking the dogs under our care just as an excuse to see you. They love you, almost as much as I do, you know. They know you’re mine, and they’ll protect you, and care for you almost as fiercely as I will now. They know that no one is allowed to touch you but me. We have to protect such a delicate being, after all.

Gentle… you’re always so gentle…

But you have a dominant streak in you, don’t you, Darlin’? You enjoy taking control, especially earlier in the night when I had you in my lap. 

Fuck- just thinking about those plush thighs around me as your hips shifted above my own has me twitching again in anticipation. I can’t get the feeling of your hands off of my skin, your fingertips having burnt trails of passion all over my shoulders as you attempted to ground yourself by holding onto me. I can still see the way your head tossed back in bliss, your movements stuttering as you came just from the friction alone.

You don’t need to be embarrassed. I came, too. I always come, even just to the mere thought of you.

That’s just the effect you have on me.

Oh, but I let you have your fun. I let you take control, and was it ever a sight to behold. To be able to indulge with you in these desires of yours has filled me with no greater joy. Seeing you take control like that…

I was made for you, Darlin’, and you were made for me. Never shall we be parted again. I won’t allow it. You are mine, and I am yours. Now, until forever.

The shock on your face after I told you that it was now ‘my turn’, well… it still has such a warmth building in my chest. It made me think, though, that perhaps you’re not used to receiving the love you deserve. I’ll deal with those other fools that dared make you believe you weren’t worth the same love and care you show them later. Right now, I want to focus on you.

Oh, the way my body comes alive at the feeling of your hands all over me. Every stuttered breath, every whimpered moan, is yours. Your name is made to fall from my lips, as mine is made to be graced by yours. You should know, all of my reactions are of the purest variety I can offer, for you and you alone.

I just hope you will do the same, and from the way your eyelids continue to flutter in bliss, I can tell this will be the case.

That’s it, Darlin’, feel my hands caressing every part of you. Let your body come alight beneath my touch, squirming and begging for more.

I will give it to you. I will always give it to you. Right now, though, I want to take my time.

To think, someone who’s always prided himself on his professionalism could be reduced to mere tatters at the very thought of you. For too long I have been fantasizing about what I would do to you if given the chance - an occupational hazard, if I do say so myself - but never have I ever felt anything this intense.

My life is yours, Darlin’. You own my very soul. Every breath, every thought, every desire I have is yours. Yours to fulfill, yours to own, yours to keep. It always and forever will be.

Yes, feel my lips against your skin, feel the way my tongue darts out to taste your pulse. This racing heart, that hitch in your breath, are all because of me.

I’ve only just begun…

Let my fingers trace over ever dip, let my hands map out every curve. I want to find all the spots on your body that have you gasping, and then I want to make you tremble from the slightest of my touches. Let me please you in all of the ways I know how, in all of the ways that I am known for.

Darlin’, you know my horns are sensitive…

Oh, but you did that on purpose, didn’t you? Your playful giggle says it all. You still want to be in control…

Just relax, Darlin’. Let me take care of you.

The hitch in your breath as you see my fangs only makes my cock ache for you that much more. And that full body shudder at my nails grazing your sides? Perfection.

My breath hitches. You- you’re begging for me? You want me?

Who am I to deny the most beautiful divinity I have ever had the pleasure to lay my eyes upon.

Don’t be shy now, Darlin’. You asked for it.

Just look at the way my fingers sink into those luscious thighs of yours. Fuck- you really are made for me… and this gorgeous, weeping cunt… is this all for me?

All because of me? Darlin’, you shouldn’t have! You know how insatiable you make me.

I swear, you were created just to tempt me. To make me succumb to the deepest of desires so I could please you to the fullest extent of my own abilities. Every lick, every suck, is for you, and I can never get enough of this sweet nectar that flows from your very core, intoxicating me with just a single taste.

Give it to me. 

I want your everything.

You like when I growl against this pretty pussy, don’t you, Darlin’? Well, what if I pull you closer and do it again? Oh, that made you clench around my tongue, didn’t it?

Do it again…

Again…

More…

More! Give me more!

Feed this beast inside of me who yearns for you! 

Yes! Give your all to me! 

Let me see you fall apart on my tongue…

That’s it, Darlin’, feel the way I suckle this sensitive little clit between my lips. Moan for me as I let my tongue delve through those soft, wet folds of yours. Make me drunk on you, and then make it so I can never dream of wanting another. Only you.

I’ll let you in on a little secret… you already do.

Such a luscious body, Darlin’, and all mine to hold. All mine to touch, to please, to sink my fangs into and mark you as mine over, and over, and over again.

That right, grab onto my horns, pull me in closer as your thighs shake around my head. Don’t fucking stop until you’ve taken everything you’ve wanted from me, and then some. 

My body was made to please you. 

That is truly my greatest desire.

After all, Darlin’, you’re the one that’s still in control.

[dovesdreaming]

hello my love! i saw call it what you want on your song prompt list and immediately thought it would work so well with our dear bucky barnes! also your blog looks so cute im in love!

Call it what you want (to)

Hi!! Thank you! And thank you for this request I loved writing it so much, bucky was who I was picturing when I put it on the prompt list so I hope I did it justice! (especially since I think Bucky is quite a complex character) If you want a version relating to more of the lyrics instead of just the necklace line I am down to do that!

Warnings: none + reader doesn’t have specified race picture is just for necklace!

Bucky had been through a lot. Everything he once knew as reality was ripped away from him . When he joined the avengers he had to start his life from the beginning, he had no belongings and no sense of self anymore. This meant that when he got new possessions he became protective over them not wanting to share them in anyway, he was resource guarding.

His most protected item of them all were his dog tags, the only connection he has to the man he was before hydra. He wore them around his neck at all times, grabbing them between his fingers as a soothing action when he’s in a state of panic. His real name dented into the metal: James Buchanan barnes. Yet when you entered his life he couldn’t find it in himself to be as protective of them anymore. He used to bat peoples hand away when they reach for them during conversations with him. Yet when you sat with him and took them between your hands he didn’t feel anything but love for you. His heart increased ten times when he saw how much love you had for past him and present him. It healed parts of his well-being he didn’t knew he needed to heal.

Bucky even surprised himself when he had put the dog tags round your neck when you both had been cuddling in bed catching up on one of the many movies he had missed. He had been hesitant to touch you within the start of your relationship but you both took it slow, you understood what he had been through and never pressured him. You didn’t react much when he put the tags round your neck you only smiled lovingly at him, slowly leaning in to peck his lips. Bucky never took his dog tags back and they became your soother in moments of panic having a reminder of bucky close by. He fell impossibly deeper in love with you that day he gave you them and everyday since. He got to see his name round your neck everyday but it wasn’t a possessive thing, no he didn’t own you but it was a reminder that he really knew you inside and out and you the same for him. He would runaway with you any day if you ever asked, he would follow you to the ends of the earth.

Extra scene:

Bucky like the look of his name round your neck so much that he went out and bought a necklace that had the initial j on it. He organised a fancy dinner in your favourite restaurant on the balcony over looking the city at night. You didn’t need to say much to each other anymore you both knew near enough everything about each other. Most of the date was spent with small talk and comfortable silence while holding hands over the table, staring into each others eyes. When it neared the end of the date Bucky pulled out a black box and slid it across the table to you. You slowly opened it to reveal the perfect little necklace to match you dog tags. Bucky got up and tied it around your neck for you, moving any hair that was in the way. He told you that it was his version of a promise ring, that he promised he would spend the rest of his life loving you if you let him. With the mix of champagne and copious amounts of love from Bucky you were overflowing with happiness, content with where life had taken you. You knew that Bucky hadn’t given you the necklace as a sign of ownership to other men, he gave it you because he really knew you. You didn’t need to save each other anymore, you would runaway with him any day.

Thank you for reading!

[mylittleredgirl]

m*a*s*h reaction post released from my drafts!! i don't know why i have been worried about making a Good Post when legitimately everything that could ever be said about this show has been said.

so i will SHARE MY THOUGHTS ABOUT SEASON THREE currently in progress:

ooooh war got a sweet budget increase in the off-season. pyrotechnics! helicopters! ACTIONNN BAYBEEEE

i'm falling more in love with everyone, details to follow

top of the list: trapper my bestie has been promoted to trapper my legit fictional crush 💕

don't get me wrong, in real life i would slap his face, but i'm with hot lips on this one. the hair, the smile, every time he takes off his shirt... take me to the supply tent or lose me forever

HOWEVER, i happened to notice that he is not on the header pic on hulu* and none of you talk about him so i must regretfully conclude that he will eventually leave the show

DON'T TELL ME WHEN

anyway i am cherishing him as one cherishes an old dog not long for this world

*speaking of hulu: i have now joined the henry blake appreciation society thanks to this One Weird Trick (reupping my hulu account for a month because i lost my shit after the dvds cut out at the climax of an episode AGAIN)

i went back to rewatch the episodes that didn't play on the dvds, and turns out a lot of them were henry eps (including the trial of henry blake and the one where he is waiting for news about his new baby...) (and also the one where he fell in love with a cheerleader but you can’t win ‘em all)

just in time to appreciate that scene in "o.r." where he tells hawkeye he doesn't want to be discharged so that he can keep doing real doctoring 🥺

"o.r." had so many good character bits!! even frank got some depth?? or at least an explanation for why he's Like That...

other eps i liked:

"iron guts kelly" -- felt like a follow-up to the one last season where hot lips got wasted and broke up with frank and then hawkeye and trapper had to sober her up, which i also loved! "we hate her but she's OURS to hate" is such a good character dynamic.

also lmao every time she cheats on frank, GET YOURS GIRL 😘

the frank/margaret thing is strangely compelling actually? it's like an inverse ship for real. will-they-or-won't-they but for breaking up. same energy though, like i'm glued to the screen rooting for them to fight instead of kiss.

"check-up" i was sooooo brave you guys making peace with the situation BUT THEN TRAPPER STAYED!!! i feel like my crush has been given a stay of execution

i don't know if i ship it per se but i really hope he and margaret hook up exactly once and literally everyone regrets it

i've seen some more episodes and have more thoughts but i need to lie down a lot first

oh one more thing:

i realize "m*a*s*h actors amazing" is not breaking news, but i'm specifically obsessed right now with how they are always interacting with props. i don't even mean the o.r. tools or scripted things, but how in every scene they're doing comedy while also moving crap around, pouring things, drinking, shaving, changing clothes, handing (or THROWING) things to each other, just making a mess all the time while still hitting their lines and comic beats. it's a master class in whatever that is.

anyway it's so good!!! more to come 💕

[midnightsunnyday]

With Good Intentions (Chapter Two) ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

(Chapter One) Masterlist A03

➥pairings: MC & Everyone, MC/Everyone ➥content warnings: Not Beta Read. We Cook Our Stories Like Solomon. Fighting. Family Drama. Implied/Referenced Character Death. Alcohol. Curse Language. Reader-Insert. Gender-Neutral Pronouns. Lesson 016 Spoilers. Post-Lesson 016. ➥summary: after the events of Chapter 16, the brothers and Diavolo are forced to deal with the inevitable fallback of their actions towards MC, all while attempting to help them through their growing existential breakdown. Or... what would happen if the MC didn't "serve as a bridge" for the brothers after lesson 16? How would their relationships change? And how would the brothers navigate their emotions without the MC's help? ➥a/n: chapter two took...an exceptionally long time. 2023 was not a good year and it got me feeling down about my writing, but either way, I hope you all enjoy it. Also, this chapter is a long one (4,351 words) and from Lucifer's POV. As always, take care.

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The day of Diavolo's birth was an occasion that, when first learned, filled Lucifer with dreary contempt, the hours leading up to it hazed in an overwhelming show of Dionysian blunder that would make the Greek god himself blush from embarrassment. 

Every year, Lucifer worked himself past exhaustion, ensuring that every drape, every hors-d'œuvre, hell, every tile of the grand ballroom floor sparkled the way it should. And his brothers, who labored from wall to wall, hated him for it, relegating Lucifer as nothing more than Diavolo’s “perfect little lap dog.” But none of it mattered. Their wavering respect was one thing, hopefully mended with time, yet his reputation as the prince’s right hand was another; such bonds he couldn’t risk testing. 

Over time, Lucifer learned to find pleasure in routine, satisfied with how everything formed together through the sway of his hands, entirely in his element. And Diavolo, in trusting him to do so, spared no effort in praising him and his brothers after, drowning them in food, Demonus, and parting with many of his gifts.

Naturally, Lucifer questioned him. Nothing is given freely, the past carved into his very bones. But Diavolo had a way of breaching past suspicions, humbling Lucifer with a boastful laugh.

“In all my years of knowing you, not once have I ever seen you as just my right hand.” Diavolo’s gaze was thoughtful, bearing down from the parapet walk of the castle. Below them was the bailey, a frenzied glow of lights and fevered guests, their voices leveling into the night. His face brightened. “This party is more than just the celebration of my birth, but all the things that came together and made it worth celebrating.”

“Meaning?” Lucifer's voice was as layered as the notes of his Demonus; dry, probing, and hesitant. He’d not known the prince to be cruel, yet kindness is often obfuscated through the guise of good deeds.

Diavolo turned to him and laughed. “It means you’re like family to me, Lucifer. Why wouldn't I want you all to share in this moment?"

 Lucifer scoffed. Diavolo hadn’t much in the way of family, doubted if he even knew what the word meant, though he had a knack for flattery, he’d give him that. 

“Moreover, I see you and your brothers being here as an opportunity for greater things.” Diavolo fell silent, his eyes shut in contemplation. Lucifer stood, wondering if there was a point to all this. It was cold, his drink was nearing empty, and his brothers were doing hell knows what with the other guests. 

Finally: “Now, bear with me here,” Diavolo spoke, “for it’s a bit of a work in progress, but I’ve had some ideas regarding an exchange program, one where both humans and angels could attend.”

“An exchange program?” Lucifer could've snorted at the statement. It’s not as if he's here to enjoy the scenery.

“Correct,” Diavolo continued. "My dream is to create a world where all beings can coexist. I see no reason why we all must be separate and fearful of one another. And with the foundations of RAD in place along with the newly formed student council, I find such goals achievable, wouldn’t you agree?”

“My agreement isn’t necessary,” Lucifer said flatly. “Whatever you decide, I’ll procure it with all my ability.”

“I see.” Diavolo frowned. “I believe I may've "ruined the vibe," as they say. Another time, then.” 

The silence between them dragged on. It was no longer awkward; just downright uncomfortable. Diavolo shifted his legs, while Lucifer readied to excuse himself. He shouldn’t leave his brothers alone for too long, and by brothers, he meant Mammon.

“Understandably, you continue to question your place here,” Diavolo’s voice was small, barely audible above the chaos, “but one day I hope you come to see my realm as more than a punishment, but as your home.”

Lucifer sharpened his eyes. If Diavolo were lying, he could use nothing—no delaying tactics, no sweat on the brow, no hesitancies—against him. The prince armed himself with child-like honesty, and Lucifer wasn’t sure if he should be annoyed or relieved. 

“Family, you say?” Lucifer stared into his drink, wishing all his problems could be willed away amongst the vivid red. The guests hadn’t called him and his brothers demons but fallen, their demonic nature yet to be proved. It would be a while before he felt comfortable here, let alone taken seriously enough to be called a lord, but…

His face settled and a wry smile lined his lips. “Are you sure you’d rather not adopt a pack of rabid circus animals?”  

He supposed a little effort wouldn’t harm anything.

Diavolo’s eyes widened and suddenly Lucifer regretted everything. 

“Technically, the animals would be a tamer choice,” Diavolo said with a grin. “Less fighting during my meetings, no unauthorized tours of the castle, my possessions’ would remain untouched, and hardly any challenges toward my decisions.” His eyes glimmered at what Lucifer assumed was his growing embarrassment. “Though I find the antics of your brothers quite enthralling, your company included, of course.” 

Lucifer looked out and the city shined back. “Enthralling would be an understatement.” 

And while he hated to admit it, the Demonus was growing on him. 

And so came the restless nights, the unyielding stacks of potential applicants both regular and eldritch. Ideologies swept over chess games, the clamor for a better world, with RAD as the foundation to create it. It gave Lucifer something akin to hope, like the nights when his brothers could stand to be in one room without fighting. Diavolo began to question more within him than pledged devotion. Trust and friendship were hardly given freely, and rarely was one allowed both. Be it above Lucifer to question him on either. However…

“Did you plan for Belphegor to kill me?” 

Recent revelations were…worrisome. 

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[Lucifer]: Good morning. Did you rest well? Are you awake? 

[Lucifer]: I’ll take the read receipt as a “yes.” 

The grandfather clock that struck away from the corner of his view only confirmed what his body voiced with the ache of his joints. It was morning and Lucifer—having realized the number of tasks that needed to be done for today—felt the weight of ten thousand restless nights bearing down upon him. 

As much as he lectured his brothers about proper sleeping habits, Lucifer rarely, if ever, did the same, spending the past 24 hours mending back the thousand-year pieces of cultivated nerve the only way he knew how: with work.

Over time he learned that the voices inside one’s head tend to scurry when faced with 895 pages of Devildom zoning laws and temporary land use regulation. By then he missed breakfast, lunch, and dinner, stuck on the same page for what felt like hours, his eyes dry and stinging. Twice he caught himself from falling headfirst into his desk. It was all a horribly planned distraction, yet still, he refused sleep, finding his dreams too unkind. 

In them, he stood outside himself, the sole audience of a scene gone wrong. It was not unlike the underground tomb, though this time he cornered you in the library, his brothers and Diavolo nowhere in sight. A bad sign. 

“I met Belphegor,” you sputtered. “And I think…I think you both should speak with one another.” 

“…What did you say?” His counterpart choked on his words, face shattered with confusion. “Wait, don’t tell me…that you actually met with him? That you went to that room…and you MET Belphegor…?! 

It was then Lucifer understood; he meant to kill you in that room. 

“Please,” your steps were slow and retracted as if placating a beast to avoid its bite. “Lucifer, I just wanted—“

"Do you REALLY find it so amusing to poke your nose into our business at every opportunity?" His aura quaked around him, surging with a power threatening to tear its target limb from limb. "Do you really enjoy stirring up trouble that much? YOU…a mere HUMAN? YOU DON'T HAVE THE RIGHT." 

Lucifer ruffled his hair with his hand, smoothing it back with quickened frustration. Barbatos erased the prior timeline, that much was certain, yet why did everything feel so much worse? It was clear he hadn’t harmed you then, so what happened afterward? More than anything, he wanted to ask--

The light of his D.D.D. blinked, and a jolt of energy hit Lucifer as he swiped at the screen to view the notification. 

[Barbatos]: Good morning. The Young Master's birthday will soon be upon us. 

Lucifer stared at the screen as if the words written were foreign. Not exactly who he expected. Furthermore, he was aware of Diavolo's approaching birthday just as he'd been inclined to know it for the past 5,000 or so years. 

[Lucifer]: Yes, good morning. Are there any more qualms concerning the plots for the commoner's booths? 

[Barbatos]: None at all. All reservations were resolved. Not likely due to your persuasive speech. 

[Lucifer]: Apparently, fear is an excellent motivator for progress. 

[Barbatos]: I’ll try to keep that in mind. 

To learn that a being with as much power as Barbatos was content with being a mere servant unnerved Lucifer. How Diavolo managed to entice him to his side was even more perplexing. He thought back to the fall. Maybe Barbatos had been just as desperate. 

[Barbatos]: Also, please excuse me for the sudden shift in tone, but I must inform you of a more serious matter. 

[Barbatos]: The Young Master shows concern for the well-being of all his exchange students. While the past night's events were unfortunate, they should hold no bearing on previously established expectations. 

[Barbatos]: Which is why I'm sure you understand that all parties occupying the House of Lamentation are expected to attend. I assume you've made your brothers and guest aware of that factoid. 

Shit. So that's what he was leading into. Truth was he hadn't. Or rather, he couldn't. His brothers he could speak with, threaten, yet the latter not so much. Not since you bound yourself to your room. Lucifer lost count of the number of times he reached for his D.D.D. only to see his messages read, yet unanswered. 

[Lucifer]: I'll have it handled. 

[Barbatos]: While that doesn't sound like positive confirmation, I have faith in your capabilities.

[Barbatos]: Very well. I must go attend to my duties. Signing off, as they say. 

[Lucifer]: As do I. Speak to you soon. 

Lucifer rose from his chair, reaching an emotional plateau where the only options were either “get coffee” or “start fire, blame Mammon.” He chose the former, saving the latter for another day. He supposed even he had limits. Not many, but few.

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They say it’s best to tackle the hardest task first. Though maybe he should’ve had his coffee beforehand.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

No response. 

Knock. Knock. Knock. 

“I know you’re capable of hearing me.” 

“Go away.”

Lucifer inhaled. Sharply. Then released. A part of him wanted nothing more than to view the past night’s outburst as misplaced hysterics, side effects of a post-traumatic mind brought back from the brink. But a larger part of him knew that Diavolo’s goals were absolute, unmovable as his will. If the Devildom ended tomorrow, then he simply rebuild another atop the wreckage. And if a single human life was the key to seeing his goals become reality, then the prince would press forward, by any means necessary. 

“I understand that you’re in pain, you have every right to be, yet please, this is important.” 

Still, the answer was silence. 

Demon King help me. Lucifer had ways of dealing with his brothers, a swift kick, a few threatening words, and the tug of a collar, mostly. But to stare at a door that once opened at merely his voice left him with a feeling he didn’t quite like, one that seemed more fitting of someone in a position less than him.

“You may remain trapped in your space, yet understand that at some point I will need to enter.” His voice grew softer, “Please, do not give me that choice.”  

He hadn't meant for it to sound like a threat, yet intentions never mattered, only the consequences of them. It took a moment before Lucifer heard movement beyond the door, along with the hand that hesitantly, turned the knob. 

You appeared draped in gloom, face sunken in a permanent frown. No part of you, from your hair to your clothes, looked ready to face the day ahead. It was clear you had no plans of leaving your room today. He was sure you were trying to kill him with your eyes. 

“Let’s get this over with.” You turned, trekking back into the darkness. Bitter expression aside, for the moment, Lucifer would receive it as the confirmation it was and entered, shutting the door behind him. 

“Please excuse my brashness,” Lucifer said as he looked around. If he had any discrepancies over the state of your room (and he had) he dared not state them, nor did his face show it, gracefully stepping over the minefield of personal items and trash that scattered the floor. “But you wouldn’t respond to any of my texts.”  

You plopped down onto your bed, tossing a hand in the direction of the space nearest you, another bitter confirmation. He accepted.  

“I thought you’d take the hint and leave me be,” you said. 

“I see that you still have your characteristic boldness left in you.” Lucifer smiled. “I’m glad.” 

Your lips quivered, clenching them together once you noticed him staring. He waited to hear your voice. It didn’t matter the tone. Anything was better, he thought, than this horrible stillness you both struggled through. 

Granted, he’ll admit to there being one or two… minor miscalculations on his part with you, ones in which he simply overestimated the severity of a situation. Situations in which he may or may not have attempted, according to present parties, “various acts of treason, fratricide, homicide, (and if yappy angel Chihuahuas count) animal abuse.” He hadn’t cared to fully digest his actions then, waving them away as minor setbacks. Maybe the next exchange students would be less intrusive, and his brother, while healing from his wounds, less naïve. 

Yet while demons simply shrugged at death, humans were not inclined to take acts of attempted murder lightly. So he apologized—more or less—wiping his hands of it. From then on, a tiny part of him hoped you understood, that this would be the last of your meddling in his family’s affairs. And perhaps, with time, he could learn to see in you what his brothers had, and maybe you, with him. It wasn’t the most unpleasant of outcomes. 

“What is it you want?” You finally snapped. 

Though that time was not now. 

Lucifer folded his arms. “I was concerned, is all.” 

“You’re lying.” 

“Has your time alone given you the ability to read minds?”  

“No, just the ability to read you.” You gesture toward his arms. He tightens them further. 

“Then I suppose you can guess what I came here to say, seeing as you’ve read my messages.” 

You sunk your head, snorting. “It’s about that fucking birthday party, isn’t it?” He could see it in your face, the part of you that hoped there was at least some form of rebuttal left against Diavolo’s word. “Lucifer?” You pleaded. 

“Barbatos and I spoke this morning." He felt himself falter in your gaze. "All are required to attend.”

Disgust, the last to look at him in such a way being his very brother. In those moments, he was sure that neither of you saw a man nor a demon, but the scum rotting at the bottom of the Earth.

“You know, my Lucifer was brave enough to actually confront Diavolo,” you said smirking, though there was no humor in it. “And it was in that moment I thought maybe I finally did something right, but…” 

You fell away from him, flopping heavily into the mess of sheets and pillows. “But it doesn’t matter now. You aren’t him. I don’t think you can be.” 

Something painful gripped Lucifer’s throat. Confronted? Had the events of your timeline become that dire? “You continue to implicate Diavolo in your plight, yet refuse to speak further as to why.” 

“Because it doesn’t matter anymore,” you cried. “Everything I did, what I went through is gone. And even if I told you everything, what would you do? Would you protect me? Demand I be sent home? Deem the program a failure?” You laughed, choking back a sob. “Like you’d ever admit to being wrong.”

“I can’t help you unless you speak to me.” He thought back to his rage-filled dreams. Your shaken form. He placed a hand upon your leg. “In the timeline before, tell me, what did I do?” 

You yanked back your leg, shrugging. “The same thing you always do. What you all do. What else is new?” You then buried yourself further into your sheets. “So, can you go now, please?”

He stopped himself from saying more. He'd no right to his indignation. For once he would listen and rose to leave, resting his eyes over you one last time before heading toward your bedroom door, closing it behind him. 

He was right about having his coffee first. 

≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫

“They still haven’t come out of their room yet, huh?” Leviathan asked, entering from the hall. 

Be it against Lucifer to reprimand anyone for pointing out the obvious. “No, Leviathan, they haven’t come out of their room.” 

Like most mornings, Lucifer and his brothers gathered in the dining room. Despite the seemingly never-ending dysfunction of their lives, it was the only thing that remained consistent about them. 

Leviathan took his seat, only sparing Lucifer a half-glance from his phone. “No offense, but you kinda look...worse than usual.”  

Asmodeus frowned. “And just look at those eye bags. Honestly, Lucifer, as much as you hound us for our sleeping habits you rarely follow your own.” 

“Consequences of a late schedule. Now eat.” Lucifer sipped his coffee, the only thing at the table that was made by him. Satan had cooked today, so the chances of everyone developing food poisoning decreased. However, Satan had cooked today, so the chances of Lucifer specifically developing food poisoning increased. 

“Belphie hasn’t woken up, either,” Beelzebub noted, meekly gazing up from his plate. When no one answered, he ripped into his pancakes with painful dejection. 

“So are ya letting them stay home from RAD?” Mammon picked at his food, uninterested. 

“Belphegor has missed enough days as it is, so no,” Lucifer said. 

“Yeah, but who’s fault was that?” Surprisingly, such biting commentary hadn’t come from the usual twin. 

Lucifer raised his brow. “Pardon?” 

“Forget it,” Beelzebub mumbled. 

“As for the other, well," Lucifer rubbed his temples, "I’ve allotted a sick day.” 

“A sick day, huh? You know, it’s your fault for lettin’ em mouth off like that,” said Mammon, who had an obnoxious habit of eating while he talked. “That could’ve ended bad, real bad.” 

“Though I hate to admit it, I agree with Mammon.” Satan turned a page of his book. The Human Psyche and You, it read. “We all failed to assist them that night. Moreover, there’s clearly some bias in your disciplinary measures. Had any one of us spoken to Lord Diavolo that way, surely we’d be hanging from more than just our waists.” 

“Or locked in an attic,” Beelzebub spoke barely above a whisper, but Lucifer heard it all the same.

Lucifer glowered, his eyes gilded with magic. “Passive-aggressive remarks will get you more than just my attention, Beel. Speak fully on what it is you need to say.” 

Beelzebub slumped into his chair and turned away from the table. Belphegor’s burdens were not his own, yet he carried them all the same. “I…don’t want to argue with you, Lucifer.” 

“Then finish your food, in silence.”  

“I still say we should bust em’ out,” said Mammon, failing to grasp the point of silence. “What’s the point of them being trapped in their room ignoring everyone? Isn’t it better to, you know, talk about it?”

“Ok, sure. Let’s go with your plan,” said Leviathan, exasperated. “Let’s go kick down their door and force them out! That’ll really make them feel better.” 

“Furthermore, humans don’t just get over being killed, especially by those they trusted once,” said Satan. “Such matters are,” he rolled his shoulders, “a bit more complicated than most.” 

“Even so,” Lucifer stepped in, “Diavolo’s birthday is fast approaching. Regardless of anyone's feelings, it’s mandatory that we all attend.”

Quiet. Thick enough to hear a feather drop.

 “Are you…really going to make them go to that?” Mammon asked. 

“I am. Is that a problem?” It wasn't a question.

Mammon spat. “You seriously askin’ that after what happened?” 

“What happened lies in Belphegor’s hands and no one else. May I remind you all that Diavolo’s goal is to unite the three realms. He would do nothing to jeopardize such.”

“Glad to see you so trusting of your partner,” Satan said, twirling his fork. “I’m sure Lord Diavolo is nothing but upfront and would never hide anything from you.” 

“Enough. Finish your breakfast.” Lucifer wasn’t sure how many times he’d have to repeat himself this morning. 

Satan’s smile was tight. “You first.” 

“He’s kind of right, though,” Leviathan trugged into the conversation. “Belphie…ruined everything.” 

“Don’t say that,” Beelzebub’s voice leapt up. “I know he did something bad but…he’s still our brother.” 

“Yeah, and look how well that turned out.” 

“Levi!”

“Let me pose a question then.” Satan closed his book, smiling at Lucifer with cheeky defiance. “Why would Lord Diavolo, despite having a servant that can see multiple timelines and their events, send a mere human to solve a problem that could be easily distinguished with some simple deductive reasoning skills?”

“Satan,” Lucifer growled. “Enough.” 

“What? I’m only stating what’s obvious. This entire situation makes no sense.” 

“So you do think it’s true!” Asmodeus spoke in a jolt of validation. “That Diavolo sent them back knowing they’d be harmed.” 

“Possibly.” 

“I don’t think they should go to the party,” Beelzebub said, panic rising in his voice. “What if Diavolo tries something? What if they get hurt again?” 

“What if Belphie hurts them again?” Leviathan challenged. 

“Belphie wouldn’t do that!” 

“Diavolo wouldn’t allow it,” Lucifer reminded. 

“How can you be sure?” Beelzebub dug his nails into the table.

“He isn’t.” Satan had an annoying habit of reading Lucifer's thoughts. “Though that seems to be the nature of their relationship.” 

“Tell him no, Lucifer,” Beelzebub yelled. “They shouldn’t have to go. It’s just not right—“ 

“You all will NOT continue these discussions.” Lucifer jolted from his chair, the force toppling it over with a loud thud. “Do you not realize the severity of your diatribe? What you speak of is treason!” 

Lucifer bore his sight on all of them. Not again, he thought. I will not let this happen again. 

“I understand that you’ve grown fond of them,” Lucifer tried to soften his voice, yet it scrapped against his throat. “You worry of their safety here, yet they are a human whose stay in this realm is limited, while you are its lords. Your duties, regardless of feelings, remain bound to it. Do NOT forget yourselves.”

No one moved, yet the room still trickled with the heat of defiance. Lucifer bent over, his face reflecting against the murky black of his coffee. He really did look terrible. 

“Let’s all just calm down.” Asmodeus slowly raised his hands. “Beel, look at your plate. You haven’t even finished your 5th stack of pancakes. And Mammon, you love runny eggs. Levi…well, you haven’t eaten anything but still! And Satan worked so hard to make breakfast.” He gave Lucifer a wary smile. “Let’s just eat and prepare for the day, hm?” 

Lucifer heaved forth his breaths. Control. He needed to have control. "Eat...your god damn...breakfast." For fucks sake, let that be the end of it. To spend the last five minutes of breakfast in peace was all he asked. 

“Well, so much for a start to a peaceful morning,” Belphegor’s voice crept in. “Looks like I missed one of Lucifer’s famous lectures. Thankfully.” 

No rest for the wicked, indeed. Lucifer gritted his teeth. “You’re late.”  

“Nothing too unusual about that.” Belphegor yawned. “Man, I’m tired.” And looked around. “Why is everyone….so quiet?” 

Leviathan shoved away his food and rose from his chair. “I think…I’m going to head to class.” 

Asmodeus pointed at his plate. “Aren’t you going to have some breakfast?” 

“Nah. I’ll grab something at the cafeteria at school.” 

“Since I doubt you'll do so,” Asmodeus stood as well, “I’ll just mosey right along with you.” 

“I’ll go with you.” Satan grabbed his book and tossed it in his bag. 

“Me too,” Beelzebub said, spearing no glance at Belphegor. 

Mammon frowned, and with a defeated tone, said, “Oh. In that case, uh…maybe I’ll head off too.”

Belphegor was a stone and his brothers rushed past like ripples of water, barely fazed. Then, as if remembering Lucifer's presence, scowled at him before stomping from the room, his hurried steps pelting the wooden floor, the brief pounding of cobblestone from the entryway, then nothing. 

They were alike, him and Belphegor, and that’s what scared Lucifer most. When the youngest stood alone to confront Diavolo, beyond the burning embarrassment, Lucifer saw himself, standing before his Father. It’d been the same when he stood above the stairway, hands stained with blood, the human dead at his feet. He couldn't move. Couldn't speak. Not because he'd failed, but because of one singular thought: if not Belphegor, then him. 

If not Belphegor, then it very well would’ve been him.  

If not Belphegor, then it very well would’ve been him.  

A laugh, small and bitter, broke the silence of the dining room. With a mournful smile, Lucifer began to gather the soiled dining wear, having come to a very late but much-needed epiphany: 

He fucked up. 

[m323200]

True Feelings

Luke Dunphy x Female!Reader

The readers name is Isabella Wheeler.

Warnings: None, just like a normal Modern Family TVPG episode.

SOME INFO ON THE BACKSTORY OF THEM! ⬇️

Information: Isabella Wheeler and Luke Dunphy were friends since they were friends since they were 13, but ever since Isabella’s parents abandoned her, the Dunphy’s took her in and she’s been living with them plus the Pritchett/Delgado/Tucker at certain weeks. Child Services thinks it’s a good choice. Now the two both in high school.

—

(Takes place in Season 6, my version)

Friday Morning - At School

Isabella Wheeler adjusted her backpack as she made her way through the crowded hallways of her new high school. It had been almost two years since she moved in with the Dunphy family, and she was still adjusting to her new life. She glanced around, searching for her best friend, Luke Dunphy, amidst the sea of students.

"Isabella!" a familiar voice called out, and I turned to see Luke weaving his way through the crowd towards me. He flashed me a grin, his blue eyes sparkling with excitement. "Ready for another day of conquering high school?"

I smiled, feeling a surge of gratitude for the friend who had been by her side through thick and thin. "As ready as I'll ever be," I replied, falling into step beside him as we made our way to our first class.

Throughout the day, Isabella and Luke navigated the challenges of high school together, sharing inside jokes, trading notes, and offering each other unwavering support. They sat together at lunch, chatting and laughing as if they had known each other their entire lives.

As the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day, me and Luke walked out of the building together, the warm afternoon sun shining down on us. "So, what's the plan for tonight?" Luke asked, slinging his arm around my shoulders.

I shrugged, a mischievous glint in her eye. "How about a movie at your place? I heard your mom bought a ton of snacks."

Luke grinned, his excitement. "Sounds perfect. Let's go."

As we walked home together, I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over me. In the midst of all the changes and uncertainties in my life, I knew one thing for certain: with Luke by my side, I could face anything that came my way.

We were sitting on the couch watching our favorite movie Trolls. We had snacks (popcorn, water, and salad). Once the movie was over, we fell asleep. My head was on Luke’s shoulders and his head was on my head.

-Saturday Morning-

“What time is it” I ask and I realizes they slept on the couch. “Oh Shit! Luke we over slept!…Wait did you cover us with a blanket?” Luke says “No…”. “I did” Claire Dunphy says. She always think that we may end up together based on their friendship. “Also don’t forget, you two have the fair today.” Claire says. Luke bought tickets two weeks ago and Claire reminded them about it so we (mostly he) don’t forget, we don’t like it and she don’t. They seem like it’s a Lose-Lose sorta thing.

Phil drops them off, “Remember, if you need anything, call me or your mother” he says. Luke replies with how every teen says this word, “Okay!”. Luke and me tries almost all the games until, The Ferris Wheel. Isabella was afraid of heights, Luke wasn’t. “Let’s go on it.” An excited Luke says. “I can’t, you know me…I get anxiety which could lead to panic attacks…” I say. “Don’t worry, just get close to me if you feel scare or think of dogs, unicorns, rainbows.” he says. I replied with “Fine”. 

We went on and we watched the sunset go down. It was beautiful. We got close and close together, I felt calm, something I haven’t felt ever since they took me in. We looked at each other and I could only think of him.

We kissed, until the ride ended. “Oh um, sorry…” he says. “We should tell them to pick us up now…”. I say. The Dunphy’s dropped me off at Jay and Gloria’s, it was my week with them.

“In some way, I thought was it meant to be, was it the sunset that brought us together, or was it the Trolls that made me realize my true feelings to Luke. I think I love him.” I say looking at the camera sitting on the Delgado’s couch.

The ending part was a scene where they talk in front of the camera.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

"You've always been there," Steve whispered.

The words swirled around in Nancy's head as she stared at him. The images of Steve’s dream intermingling with her own, not destroying anything or taking away from her dream. No, it was combining with her dream and making it bigger, making it brighter. She could see it, crowding in the RV with the kids and their dog, of course. She was making last-minute changes to an article with Steve trying to settle the kids down and then with them both succeeding as they yelled together. Watching Steve on the beach, talking with their oldest as they confided in him about their sexuality, and Steve hugging them tightly. Their child giving Nancy a thumbs up. She could see herself dancing with Steve on the beach, laughing as Steve let her take the lead. Both of their reflexes kicked in, and they managed to catch a kid before they did something stupid. Steve and Nancy are arguing passionately without any heat behind it.

"Nancy, are you - "

Nancy pulled Steve into a deep kiss, nails scraping against the nape his neck as she pressed her lips hard against his. She pulled back without waiting for a response. Steve looked at her, blinking slowly as his mouth fell open.

"Um, I mean, I hope you didn't feel pressure to do anything. I just thought you should know how I feel even though I know you're with Jonathan - " Steve started to say.

"We fizzled out months ago," Nancy said. "I don't think we were ever going to work out, but I think I needed to try with him, and I think we both needed the time apart to really decide what we want. In the back of mind, you've always been there too."

"Yeah?" Steve asked.

"Yeah," Nancy said. "About your dream - "

"Uh, we don't have to do all that if you don't want to," Steve said nervously.

"Can we have a dog?" Nancy said.

"Uh, yeah, definitely, and about the six kids thing, I was joking - I mean, not that six kids is a terrible thing, and not that we couldn't handle it but I was thinking a couple and I always thought when I had kids, I would adopt because - ," Steve was saying quickly.

"Yes! This is going to sound weird, but I totally have a phobia of pregnancy - " Nancy said.

"Me too!" Steve exclaimed with a grin. "It totally freaks me out, but also, I want to give kids who don't have a home, well, a home."

"Me too," Nancy said and winced. "It freaked me out when Mom was pregnant with Holly. She thought I hated my sister."

"The movie Alien for me," Steve blushed.

"There's so many things we still don't know about each other," Nancy said with a smile. "I can't wait to find out more."

"Me neither. Also, we're probably going to have to get an apartment over the garage for Robin to grow old in," Steve said, and Nancy laughed. "We have a death pact, so you're going to have to appeal to Robin if you want to get in on that."

"Well, I think I can manage," Nancy said with a smile. "I like Robin. You know, I was jealous of her because I really thought that you and her were, well, together."

"No, platonic with a capital p, platonic soulmates," Steve said and smiled. "It's cute to think that you were jealous."

"Shut up," Nancy smiled. "Anyway, it's not a problem. None of this is. . .I mean, I think we definitely still need to talk about these things, but I think my biggest fear when we were together was turning into this nuclear family, picture perfect on the outside but unhappy on the inside. I realize now that that's where my relationship with Jonathan was going. I know now that our family is going to be anything but nuclear."

"Yeah, I think I was trying so hard with trying not to be like my parents with, you know, pretending like everything was okay that I was turning down that road anyway," Steve said.

"I think we just had really poor timing," Nancy said softly.

Steve leaned down and kissed her. Nancy wrapped her arms around his neck as she returned the kiss. She could feel wetness on her cheeks. Was she crying, or was Steve? Oh, they were both crying and smiling into the kiss. Nancy broke it and buried her head into Steve’s neck, hugging him tightly as Steve did the same.

"I love you, Steve Harrington, I always have," Nancy said.

"I love you too," Steve whispered.

"Hey, the house is up - Oh, shit, I'm interrupting!" Robin squealed. "Oh, is this happening? This is definitely happening. Yes!"

Nancy pulled away from Steve with a laugh.

"I think I'll be okay with having her live above the garage if she's going to be this supportive," Nancy said.

"He's talking about the garage thing again?" Robin sighed. "What's going to happen when I get a girlfriend?"

"Oh," Nancy said with a smile. "Oh, just tell her you live with your platonic soulmate, his wife, their kids, and their dog."

"Oh, is that all?" Robin asked.

"It's a sitcom that I'd watch," Steve quipped.

Nancy laughed with Steve and took his hand as they walked to the Creel House. She watched Robin take his other one, and she couldn't help but wonder how she ever could have thought that they were anything but platonic. They were going to get through this, and with great difficulty, they did. In the end, they saved the world, they saved Max, they saved Eddie, and they saved each other.

[cecexsblog]

Meet Me at Our Spot

L. Hughes

synopsis: You’ve known Luke since you were young. Both your family’s had lake houses on Lake Michigan and over the years you and Luke shared a secret get away on the lake near your houses. As you’ve gotten older it hadn’t been in use until now.

warnings: none. very fluffy.

pairings: Luke Hughes x fem!reader

authors note: this is my first tumblr fic. my apologies if it’s not put together properly or written well. I also have no idea how Lake Michigan laws work and the geography of it so let’s just imagine these things happened. Also this is quite slow burn and I took forever to get to the point so sorry about that.

The past two summers weren’t like normal ones at the lake house. Covid had made it really difficult to see all my friends on the lake including the Hughes. Even though their house is just on the other side of the clump of trees by our house we still weren’t able to see each other. Lake patrol would fien us for whatever reason. Covid caused me and my brother to grow away from the Hughes brothers so who knew if this summer will even be worth it. I’m 18 and finally moving so I’ll at least attempt to make it good.

~

“Y/N go grab the dogs bed from the car” my mom yelled at me from the bottom of our stairs. “Poor puppy is sleeping on the hard floor” she said while petting his head. I just rolled my eyes. I could hear a car coming down the road as I stepped down the porch, a loud one. I seen it drive by, I white Ford Bronco. I put two and two together and realized it was Jacks new vehicle I seen it all over Instagram, girls ogling over how he’s a car guy and that’s the hottest thing they’ve ever seen.

“That means the boys are going to be here” I thought to myself. I haven’t seen them in forever, we kind of keep touch over Snapchat and stuff but that’s it.

“Mom! Have you heard from Ellen recently??” I yelled across the house towards the kitchen.

“Hughes?” My mom asked surprised. “Yes she mentioned her and the boys are out this months, Jim had work in Toronto so he won’t be here for a few weeks”

“Okay… well are we going to see them at all” I asked with a pleading smile.

“Y/N you’re 18, all those boys are also older then 18, as well as your brother. Each of you are capable of making plans without me and Ellen” my mom lectured while preparing some sort of charcuterie board.

“Okay but it’s better when you and El make the plans” I whine while stealing some cheese. “You guys have the best plans”

“I’ll talk to her tonight, let them settle in” she answers. I was slightly satisfied with that answer but still needed to debrief before I spoke to any of them.

I decided to go outside and hike around my old “stomping ground”. A little patch of forest between my family’s property and the Hughes property. That’s when I fell upon me and Luke’s tree house. I hadn’t seen it in years, let alone been inside. I decided to go inside, everything left how it was since the last time I was in there when I was 13 and Luke was 14. We had snuck two beers in here then, thinking we were so cool. The cans sat on the desk next to the rocks we painted when we were in elementary. I sat in the hammock that hung from two rafters, still sturdy like before. I swung for a second until I heard rustling outside, I peered through the plaid curtains. There he was, Luke. He looked really good, but still same old Luke. I didn’t want him to think I was watching I snuck back in and began to swing again. The hammock creaking the rafters. That’s when I heard someone start climbing the ladder. Then a head of curly hair appeared in the window making its way to the door. He didn’t see me at first until peering around the door.

“Hi.” I said in a small voice. He just stood there staring at me. Mouth slightly parting.

“Hi.” He said sweetly. I could see his shoulders relax.

“It’s been awhile” I said quietly again.

“You could say that” he said sarcastically. “It’s been forever… you uhh… look so much older” he said with a genuine smile on his face.

“That would make sense, last time I saw you I was 16 Luke.” I say laughing. The last time we seen each other was at the grocery store in town. We both had masks on and couldn’t go near each other but our moms still talked each others ears off of course.

“I couldn’t even see your face that time” he laughed. I just responded with a small laugh looking away at the cans on the desk. “Last time we were in here we thought we were so cool” he said while picking up one of the cans.

“Yeah, that night was so much fun tho. It’s like we knew it would be the last time till now” I said grabbing the other can. That night we had slowly drank the beers while listening to music and fooling around. That night Luke gave me my first kiss. As I said before, it’s like I knew I wouldn’t see him in person for a long time.

“Yeah” he said, I could see blush run over his face. I knew the memory of the kiss came back to him. “Remember playing truth or dare?” He asked.

“Of course! I was the best at it” I say flipping my hair.

“No you weren’t.” He says smiling. “You passed on so many dares, you only won at truths.”

“Nuh uh! Remember when you made me climb to the top of the tree and I almost died?!” I exclaimed.

“Okay okay, but I got the most difficult dares” he said pretending to kick dust on the ground.

“Oh so kissing me was difficult for you?” I asked pretending to act offended.

“No. That’s not what I meant” he said with a smirk. Looking at me with his pretty hazel eyes. Ever since we were little he’d look at me with pleading puppy eyes. Didn’t matter the situation he just did. I folded every time.

“Mhm” I say rolling my eyes and looking away.

“So… what have you been up to?” he asked sitting on the floor in front of me playing with little car that was left in here.

“Well I was in school but now it’s summer so nothing” I say watching him closely as he grows infatuated with the car on the floor.

“You were going to school in Vermont right?” He asked looking up at me sitting on the hammock.

“Yeah” I say quietly. Deep down I wish I went to Michigan with him. My phone lit up, a text from my mom saying dinner is ready. I felt like a kid again with that sort of text. Having to put this time with Luke to halt because of it. “My mom says my dinners ready” I say with a small laugh. I debated inviting him.

“Okay I’ll stay here for a while longer” he said standing up from his spot. We both stood facing each other. And in a split second I found myself wrapping my arms around him. He was significantly taller than me now so my face went right into his chest. I felt his arms wrap around my upper half. “I missed you” he whispered. Butterflies shot through my stomach. I looked up at him.

“I missed you to Lu” I whispered back. A smile tugging at my lips. I pulled away and backed away to the door so I could look at him as I walked out. He followed just until I reached the ladder. “You can come with me if you’d like, my mom would be ecstatic to see you” I called up the ladder.

“Later tonight I think we’re all meeting up” he called. “I’ll see you guys all later”

“Okay” I pouted. As I walked away I blew him a sarcastic kiss. He just shook his head with the biggest smile and went back in the tree house.

~

“I seen Luke on my walk” I said at the dinner table.

“Oh good how’s he doing?” My mom asked. My dad wasn’t going to be up for a few weeks, if he was he’d be giving me a side eye.

“Good I think, we didn’t talk much just sat in our tree house” I said with another cheesy smile.

“Well we’re having a campfire with them later on our beach anyways so maybe you can catch up more then” my mom said, she looked at me waiting for my excitement to take over me. I tried acting nonchalantly but it didn’t work. My brother looked at me like I was stupid.

~

I carried the s’mores essentials down, my brother carried the chairs, and my mom carried a bottle of wine for her and El.

We sat for a couple minutes when we heard them approaching through the trees. Each of us got up and greeted them. Jack and Quinn squeezed me so hard I almost suffocated.

“You better not hug me like that” I said smiling at Luke. He grabbed me and squeezed me harder than the other two did. I pushed him off and ran from him down the dock, he chased me.

“They’re right back where they left off” I heard Jack say.

“Of course they are!” Ellen said, “I swear they’re soulmates”

Luke finally grabbed me and picked me up from behind spinning me around.

“The water looks really nice huh? I know you love swimming” he taunted, pretending to almost throw me in.

“Luke don’t you dare!” I screamed. He put me down but he shouldn’t have put me down while standing at the edge of the dock. I inched closer to him slowly. He grew nervous, I seen pink rush over his face. I put my hand on his shoulders and he reached out for my waist but before he could reach I pushed him in the lake. His head came out of the water, I could see his cheeky smile grow but then leave. He stuck his hand out for help up the dock but instead of climbing out he dragged me in.

“You jerk!” I yelled.

“You started it” he said swimming closer to me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he put his arms around my waist. This wasn’t out of the ordinary for us. We could both touch here but that didn’t stop me from wrapping my legs around him. He held me close, I put my head in the crook of his neck. The sun was setting in front of us. “Pretty” he whispered.

“Yeah you are” I giggled looking at him.

“I was talking about the sunset” he said rolling his eyes cheekily. “But you know me and the sunset aren’t the only pretty things here” he whispered in my ear. My face grew red and I pulled back from his shoulder to look at him with a flabbergasted look. “What?” He said nonchalantly, acting like he didn’t just say that. We heard footsteps coming down the dock.

“See I told you they were still over here” Quinn said to Jack and my brother while peering down at us. “Shit my bad guys!” He says covering his walking away. “Was not expecting this to happen this fast”

“This?” Luke questioned.

“Nothing” Quinn said with a suspicious smile while side eyeing Jack and my brother. They all laughed.

“Would you guys stop acting all weird and just get in?” I said pulling away from Luke and swimming out further.

The night went on, all of us swimming in our day clothes under the moonlight.

~

It was about 2am when I heard my my phone ring.

“Hello” I groggily say.

“I can’t sleep”

It’s luke.

“Are you serious Luke??”

“Meet me at the tree house” he says and hangs up.

Although I was so tired I got up and snuck out the back door into the woods. He sat at the top of the ladder smiling with a juice box in his hand. The only light around us was the moon.

“You can’t sleep so you keep yourself awake longer by sneaking out to your childhood tree house? Makes sense” I say sarcastically.

“Hey you didn’t have to come out here” he said jokingly.

“Shut up”

I climbed up the ladder, Luke just stood at the top. Once I got up he just kept standing there, I decided to just walk past him inside. He followed me in.

“Truth or dare?” He asked me.

“Absolutely not”

“Why?” He asked. I just stared at him.

“Truth.”

He stood dumbfounded for a second. “Have you kissed any other guy”

“Yes.”

“Who?” He asked, I could see his expression grow slightly jealous.

“Hey! Only one questions per truth” I say. “Truth or Dare” i ask.

“Truth”

I roll my eyes. “Have you kissed another girl?”

“Yeah” he said, slightly ashamed for whatever reason. We went back and forth with truths for what seemed like forever. Every time he was just getting more and more about my love life out of me.

“Truth or dare” he said

I just stared at him blankly. “Dare.”

A smile grew on his face.

“Kiss me” he said quietly while inching towards me. My face turned bright red. The truth is I had only kissed one other boy. My ex boyfriend who had cheated on me and that was over a year ago.

“Luke…” I say staring into his pretty eyes. He turned away.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said that, that was way to fast-

I leaned in and kissed him. Although we were 18 and 19 this felt like such a little kid experience. Like we shouldn’t be doing this.

That kiss only lasted a second but the second one after both leaning in again was long and desperate but sweet. We were both still standing in the middle of the tree house. His hands met the sides of my face and my arms went around his neck lightly tugging at his curls. Our lips over lapping and moving in sync, his nose kept brushing the spot next to mine, slightly cold. When I pulled away I looked up at him into his eyes.

“Hi” he said sweetly with a big smile on his face.

“Hi” I say crinkling my nose.

He leaned down and kissed my forehead. I leaned into his chest again.

•Luke was one of those boys who was so incredibly beautiful. He was made like one of those Greek statues. Broad yet elegant, strong yet gentle. His nose curved and shaped so perfectly, curls falling differently every second, yet perfect every time. He was still and slim yet had the perfect amount of muscle. I hope he knows how beautiful he is. His eyes begging the perfect mix of brown and green, shaped so perfectly, his lashes were whisky and long. One of my favourite parts of him though are his hands, and not in a kinky way. They’re just so slender yet strong looking. Each vein making its way down his wrists perfectly.•

I pulled away from him and grabbed his hands just to analyze them. Measuring them with mine then interlocking our fingers. And looking up at him. He just smiled.

~

I woke up the next morning with the sun on my face. I rolled over to run away but when I did I ran into Luke peacefully sleeping on his stomach. Lips pouting and slightly parted. Eye lashes splayed across his skin. His curls fell over his face making a curtain to block his eyes from the sun. His arms were tucked under the pillow on each side of his head his back upper back displayed in the sun. I ran my fingers down his bare spine and back up. He had little freckles all over his back that looked like stars. I leaned down peppered kisses all over his back, I felt him slightly shift then heard a hum come from his lips.

“Good morning” I whispered into his ear. A smile grew on his face.

“Morning” he whispered back. His eyes still closed.

I looked back over to his back. His muscles slightly flexed from the position of his arms. I leaned back down to his ear letting my lips touch him.

“You’re pretty” I whispered. And just like that I was now trapped in his arms.

Who knew we’d be closer then we ever have been before.

[leejenowrld]

Sooo my question for jeno and y/n aka THE CUTEST AND HOTTEST AND BEST POWER COUPLE EVER 🤚💕 ( I love them too much for my own good I swear-)

Jeno pookie bear 💐

♡ What were your first thoughts of y/n?

♡ would you get y/n a huge own personal library in your future house *caugh caugh villa* ( that you are working on, don't worry I won't tell y/n 🤫) ? Like the one in beauty and the beast with sliding stairs and all?

♡ What if y/n wanted like 5 tortoises, 3 guinea pigs, 2 bunnies, 1 dog and 4 cats? And gave them silly little names like Popcorn, Fluffy, Cookie, Floof, Snuggles, Bowie, Pinkie

♡ Going book shopping with y/n? Holding her lovingly from behind and kissing her temple from time to time, picking up every.single.book. y/n shows interest in and obv buying her books. Leaving the bookstore with like 20+ books

For both of my cuties 🌸

Who fell first? Who fell harder?

Who is the bigger simp/ more down bad / more whipped

The first thing that comes to mind when thinking of each other?

Everyone says that y/n is the clingy one but I swear on my pinky that it's actually Jeno ✊

I kinda escalated slightly... ooosie doopsie 🤭

MWUAH MHUAW 💋💋

~ 🧸

i love these questions 🥹🥹🥹also i love how much you know about jeno and yn like wow. i love you for this. you really have done your research and paid attention baby!!

jeno - do you want me to be honest? i thought she was really fucking pretty. i remember getting hard. i was a bit hungover in that meeting we had with the professor so idk if i thought she was pretty in a sexual way or a cute way, probably both. (probably sexually, why do i remember getting high) as my girl, i currently think she’s pretty sexy and pretty cute yk. i also remember finding her laugh and smile so fucking cute. i remember being attracted to her and thinking what the fuck? what is happening to me? at that time i was adamant that i wouldn’t fall in love, not now atleast. i was confused but it didn’t take long before i just gave in and trusted my feelings (and my baby) and just let myself fall in love with her.

jeno - you better not tell her about it or else 🔪🔪yeah i’m being serious. i told the girls and those dumbasses nearly spilled. anyways. that’s a really good idea? she has two rooms just for her in the house, one of them is a massive libary room and i’ve already filled it with all my love’s favourite books and books for her to read but holy shit… the staircase idea is really good? definitely gonna think about it because i know she’ll love it and i’m only doing this to make her happy because she’s the loml

jeno - at first i’d just shout at her i’m not gonna lie. and i’m not gonna feel guilty because it literally turns her on when i yell at her. anyways i’d be mad because i know her, i know that she’ll make me take care of them. i know her. but she has me wrapped around her little finger so let’s be real, i’ll probably become the father and co owner of 6 fucking animals

jeno - love taking my sweetheart to her favourite places. as much as i love our more adventurous dates with end up with her riding my cock in public or just full on all over me, i love taking her to libraries and book shops. she gets so excited and so cute and so clingy. whenever i tell her i’m treating her and taking her to the bookstore you should see the way her face lights up, so fucking beautiful. she always dresses so pretty and it kills me. mmmh yeah ur right, she’ll be looking at the books and i’ll be holding her lovingly from behind, back hugs, kisses to her neck, whispering to her how in love i am. i kiss her all over. and yes, more times than none she’s left with 20+ books and i’ll do it for her time and time again. my baby deserves the world

yn - i’d say we’re the case in which we both fell for each other around the same time and we both fell harder. it was beautiful. our hearts became one.

jeno - as soon as i enter the door she has her lips around my cock so i’d say it’s her. needy baby always needs my eyes on her 24/7, idk what she’d do without my attention

yn - jen is delusional! it’s him. he’s my biggest hype man, i’ll show him what i’m wearing and send photos and he’ll hype me up and make me feel as sexy as my girls do. but like he’s my man so imagine how hot and sexy he can be. also he’s always all over me, i don’t need to be doing anything, i can just be standing there, literally breathing in the air and suddenly his cock is out and it’s hard and he’s moaning and he’s taking my clothes off and then he’ll have me there on the floor or just standing up 🙈

jeno - it’s just clouds and angels. i see my future and who i want to be the mother of my children. i see the woman i want to love forever and grow old with until we die

yn - how mature he is, emotionally and physically. it’s sexy. and how he makes me laugh and how i can always go to him for anything. the support and love i receive it’s just… wow. i know and appreciate how lucky and cherished i am, always and forever

yn - thank you!!!

jeno - she’s the clingy one and all our friends think it

[aladaylessecondblog]

i messed around and got addicted (gortash x good tav pt. 13)

Author's Note: Was going through comments in my inbox and saw one where somebody asked for a Gortash POV so uh...here you go.

idk let's pretend it's a journal entry. Kind of jumps around a bit in the timeline so far.

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It was supposed to be much easier than this. Gauge her interests, see where her lines were, mold the puddle of weeping and wailing into something that I could use. And it was easy enough at first. It worked.

Tav did exactly what I thought she'd do. She took the offer, yielded to every request I made of her. Even better, she liked to submit, and at first I thought it was because she longed for some direction after the shock she'd gotten thanks to that mad dog Orin.

It was easy.

Those "friends" of hers made it SO EASY. A few shorter letters--whatever Tav might have suspected at the time, I held none back from her--and that was it. That do-gooder Ravengard boy did more than I thought, but he's always been that sort of person. Looking after people.

After that meeting later on, Karlach sent an angry letter demanding to know what I'd done to her, what spell I'd put Tav under to make her so compliant with what I wanted. I replied more politely than she frankly deserved.

I said it was not what I did, but what she and the rest of Tav's former friends didn't do. They left the door open; I simply walked on through.

Falling in love with Tav was never going to happen, and a good thing too, for Bane does not care for such things. It is weakness and nothing good can come from it.

I told myself that enjoying the weekly, expected visit to her bedroom (or mine) was merely because she was a good lover. (That tongue of hers is a gift from the gods. It tends to make me feel like I'm having a bloody stroke when she's at work with it.)

I told myself that enjoying her submission to my will was only natural.

My plan went perfectly. And when she fell pregnant--even better! I meant what I said when I told her about my lifespan. I make no plans to live forever, as that would require my being beholden to an outside entity.

I did that once, and not of my own will.

Never again.

Never again.

Bane--is different, and I believe Tav understands this, considering her devotion to Ilmater. A deal in which both benefit is different than having one's soul at the disposal of a monster. I don't particularly consider her association with Silvanus one way or the other. That one's more distant. Doesn't really count, as he neither gets in my way nor serves me.

I think I know when things began to shift. The first morning that I really noticed the way her body was filling out, when her pregnancy was particularly obvious to me.

And...perhaps the sight of her was arousing. A little voice sounded off in the back of my head. You did that, it said, Look at her, swelling with life because of YOU.

That meeting with Karlach, that day...Tav fell right into my hands.

I heard word that she'd said some inflammatory things in the Elfsong. It sparked rumors that I managed to quash - my poor wife was obviously feverish and overworked. It worked.

I just had to deal with Tav herself. The woman was putty in my hands, and all it took was a few tender words to get her talking. About Cazador, about the plans the vampire lord had. And then--

--then she mentioned--him.

That he was dead.

And I might, perhaps, have celebrated the fact a little too enthusiastically. But Tav begged and moaned like the best whore I've ever heard, and not even knowing at that point what this was about--

It kept getting worse.

Cazador began to follow her about at gatherings he was invited to. She mentioned not being fond of swift death and...I, finding that rather charming, mused that she was vengeful. She replied that she was only such to those who deserved it, and I naturally replied that WE decided who deserved it.

It was beautiful, watching her eyes light up, her expression change. As if I'd opened a door to a new idea she'd never considered.

But, of course, with things going so well...

...Cald was born. Cald was born, and...

I'm not going to go on overmuch about it. But staring at that defenseless face made me wonder why. What was wrong with me?

And I didn't believe her when she gave the answer she did. We yelled. Some...regrettable things were said, and I still can't understand when such things BECAME regrettable.

We figured it out, eventually, and all was as it should be. And seeing her hold the boy--OUR boy, OUR son--seemed to change something within me. She loved him, watched him like a hawk. Saw danger at every turn and worked to guard against it.

Tav was just what a mother SHOULD be.

We learned each other's stories...

Hearing Tav praise certain skills was one thing.

But no matter how much control I asked her for, she gave it. She yielded to every command, submitted to every demand.

I didn't want to let go of her.

I wondered what the name was for my malady. What WAS this?

I realized it the day Tav encouraged me to speak to Cald, even if he didn't understand me. I felt utterly stupid, explaining the intricacies of their inner workings to a baby. I chanced a look at her, saw her smiling down at Cald. She happened to look up at me, and gave me that smile too.

I love my wife.

FUCK!

[b0kksu]

[WHISPER] from sukuna, but he's declaiming verses

                Visions of white encompass his mind, as the sun blissfully caresses whatever flesh it can touch, the emergence of frost sinks deep within. Gone, far from the rigid structure of the estate && fleeing as fast as he could, the wayward lordling engulfs himself in the tranquility of the outside world. Those who pass by keep their heads down, others peer over their shoulder, only to quickly disperse knowing full well the eyes of eternity linger upon them. It’s peaceful, quiet, the gushing streams that continue to run rampant cause his heart to be at ease. Oh, he can sense this energy from afar, becoming familiar with it && his smile is vague - nasty with mean fangs. The shroud that covers his eyes is lifted, from it, the luminosity of blue flashes then dispitates. There is an empty spot that he has reserved for none, greedily keeping it to himself, yet, childishly he pats the swaying grass.

       Curiosity that lingers, like a knife held to each other’s throat, he finds companionship in the most oddest of beings. There’s a tenderness in bickering, bemoaning the King of Curses with over dramatic sighs, huffs, the way his chest juts out && all his bravado is mustered. Laughter that spills through in a rhythmic melody, the odd manner for which he speaks, like a song sweetly caressing the core of one’s being && infecting each portion. “Did you seek me out back home like a stray dog? That place is nothing more than a gilded cage, I grow dull just lazing about, hearing the constant chatter of the elders who can hardly understand the current day” high upon his perch the one who sits at the summit could not withstand this idolized worship.

           It drove him into madness, oddly, their exchanges were amusing - one who was brazen enough to question, infuriate him, dare to hold themselves in a manner of utmost power. The barrier between them vanishes, static that once propelled all from his form gave way, he was marble in an eerie form of otherworldly nature, cold to the touch. “You trample upon my haven, slaughter my attendants, descorate the land with blood && pursue me in whatever madness that inflicts you - what a curious man you are, Lord Sukuna, you’re almost entertaining to me” the deceptive lie that was cunningly innocent, he hadn’t enjoyed himself like this in far too long, such excitement was almost foreign. Bodies that were too close, brushed together && the fabric of his teal robe gapes ever so slightly. Larger hands that grasp upon his waist, he wants to protest, underneath the sun where no secret could hide - it shamelessly caused his heart to swell.

        A voice that was temptation embodied, whispering verses of prose that engulfed his every thought, violent, cracked in red - lovers that took without a care from one another, the mutual exchange of such nature, hedonistic delight. Wouldn’t it be wondrous to cast aside each bind && live in such joy? The bottom tier of his lip slowly is bitten into, tugged upwards as he feels himself swallowed, pale hands that rest upon Sukuna's, enticing for the divide to seal. “In broad daylight, pervert” juvenile as his remark was, long legs suddenly entrap them both, though his hands remained steady he knew they wished to tremble. How vulnerable it was to feel the ache within his chest spread, sprawling outwards akin to branches, kiss me, kiss me && let us drink of each other. “Keep going” the simple plea that escaped, bandages that fell apart in ribbons, no longer did he hide but stripped himself to the bone.

           “Let me remember this even when I am forced to be nothing more than a songbird, when my wings are clipped, grant me this one moment of escape in our union”   

[threadsun]

THE 🧸 TEDDY BEAR 🧸 IS HERE TO INFODUMP THE DoL PCs!!! I have four main ones for different playstyles/romancing our four favourite beans; in order of most to least likely to make friends with Izzy we have Zoe, Max, Faith and Natalie. I also cheat the stats around because I am a weenie and don't want them to get hurt outside of my control lmao call that CNC

Zoe is my transfem black-and-purple-aesthetic babygirl and local Whitney slut. She's kind of a reactive bully, Whitney's a bad influence on her, but she has a soft spot for the fellow orphans and will generally redirect her 'boyfriend's ire away from them where she can. While they started dating with him at high dom, over time and Drama I figured he'd soften up a little (touch-starved, affection-deprived bully finds love, gets clingy). They have tattoos of each other's names, they have matching collars (Whitney's is spiky), and they absolutely fuck nasty on Leighton's desk while he takes photos. You'd think Whitney's forcefem kink would be wasted on a gf who's already transfem, but she plays along and wears a lil chastity cage and everything. She'd be the most likely to be friends with Izzy, both being cheer-outfit transfems who are too busy flirting to study properly. T4T makeouts ensue, Whitney can watch idc lmao

Max is a big fuckin boy, just a beefy big wolfman badboy with a heart of gold. Real German Shepherd energy. He works really hard at the docks and comes home late, so his grades aren't the best, but he's no delinquent. He shows up to every class, just kinda… daydreams through them. He's very protective of Robin and takes on their debt after saving them at the docks (with the help of his coworkers), becoming their personal guard dog. He also sticks up for Robin when they come out as genderfluid (NB!Robin from the crossdressing scenes gives me so much joy!) Would probably make friends with Izzy since she's nice, but he's very much Robin-sexual so they'd just be broskis.

Faith is my poor innocent baby who did no wrong and has the most, uh, non-mechanics-compliant story shiz. She and Sydney were all sweet and cute lil hetero-romantic celibate temple initiates holding hands and being innocent… until she had her halo broken and her wings blackened in the very temple she thought she'd be safe in. Sydney and Sirris took her home, and none of them ever went back to the temple again gdi LET ME RESCUE SYDNEY FROM THAT PLACE! They both end up disillusioned by the whole scenario and fall to corruption and demonhood pretty easily (demon!Sydney my beloved), but they're happy now and fucking in the change room as we speak. Faith probably wouldn't have been very good friends with Izzy before she fell, but afterwards? As long as Sydney's involved, the more the merrier! She's got three holes.

Finally, Natalie, poor dear Natalie… She's my Kylarmance. She used to be a really popular kid, a bit of a delinquent thanks to having a short temper about being harassed and groped all the time. But it was nice to have a friend who seemed genuinely interested in talking to her, even if people thought he was a creep. Sure, he had a shrine to her in his locker, but that was… kinda sweet? He hadn't hurt her or touched her or called her horrible things like most guys she knew. He was endearing, and such a talented artist, and she cuddled up to that owl plushie he gave her every night. So when Whitney threatened to lie about her if she wouldn't fuck him, she rejected him. She'd be able to tell Kylar it was a lie, right? That she didn't sleep around, she was waiting for Kyl- for the right person, you know? Well… a mild kidnapping later, he proved that she was telling the truth by taking her virginity himself, and slowly molding her into his ideal goth gf. They're totally 'married' now, trust me! And sure, she's become a total social outcast and basically never speaks to anyone else, she'd never really have the opportunity to make friends with Izzy, but she's HAPPY now. She has KYLAR. That's all she's ever needed.

(sorry this wound up so long I fuckin love this game I am kissing you on the mouth aaaAAAA 🧸💋🌞)

SHAKING HANDS WITH YOU SO HARD OVER PLAYING WITH CHEATS!!!!! Look, sometimes you get stuck in an infinite assault loop and you really just gotta teleport yourself home 😔 Also sometimes you wanna lose your handholding virginity to literally anyone other than someone's pet dog who you taught to shake paws.

Whitney would absolutely love to watch Zoe and Izzy go at it and he's valid!! These ladies deserve some hot t4t action >:3c

Max sounds sooooo sweet and Izzy would adore him, she'd just be so happy someone else cares about Robin too!!

You're so valid on non-mechanics-compliant stuff, I ignore the actual game canon all the time for the sake of what I think would be more realistic (and fun) for Izzy!! Including getting Sydney away from the goddamn temple!!! Gotta save that boy!!! And then Faith, Izzy, and Sydney can have a threesome about it :3c

God Natalie is soooooo valid and relatable, Kylar is simply so !!!!! How can you not love him? Especially once he kidnaps you and you develop stockholm syndrome 🥰

I'm so happy to hear about all of them, they all sound super fun!!!! Mwah mwah I am kissing you on the mouth too!!!!

[marthawrites]

I'm trying something new for this month's book recap! For January I did a separate post for each book I read. Instead of doing that again, I'm combining all of them into a single post with a smaller afterthought/summary.

Here are my February reads! I'm so close to finishing my current book, "The September House" by Carissa Orlando, so that will be my first finished book of March. I'm LOVING it and can't wait to see how it ends!

My thoughts are below the cut! ♥

A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire: I enjoyed this book more than the first one (From Blood and Ash)! My biggest con with this series is Poppy's constant inner monologue. Like. Girl. I don't need to know every single thought that goes through your head - UGH. I often have to tell myself that when I was 19 I was also incredibly stupid and annoying. So, she gets a pass. BUT STILL. Sooo often I'm pinching the bridge of my nose like an exasperated mother or auntie. The ending was CRAAAYzeeee and it had me so excited to start the third book! Armentrout is insanely good with her cliffhanger endings!

Tender is the Flesh: Wow. Okay. So, first of all, this is an extremely heavy read and definitely not for everyone. It's terrifying. Throughout the whole thing, the scariest part to me, was the anxiety of 'wow I can actually see something like this happening'. The way "heads" - ESPECIALLY women - are treated in this story is absolutely horrific. While there are many many many horrendous acts spoken about, none of it (imo) goes into explicit detail. It really lets your mind wander and fill in the graphic details - which to me was both a blessing and a curse. While some readers might think the ending somewhat predictable, I can't say I saw it coming. It hit me like a truck. If you consider checking this book out, please read other (amazon or where ever else) reviews before diving into it ♥ because it is DISTURBING

Whalefall: I think this was my favorite read of the month. It was extremely emotional, powerful, and gritty. It gave me goosebumps a few times, made me tear up and even cry a couple times, and generally go through sooo many emotions with our main character, Jay. This story is so many things wrapped up in one and I really can't say enough good things about it. Part horror, part thriller, part coming of age, part self-discovery. Chefs kiss! Loved it loved it loved it

The Crown of Gilded Bones: The third book in the From Blood and Ash series! This one, to me, was definitely the slowest and the hardest to get through. SPOILERS!!! I'm honestly so glad Queen Isbeth/Ileana knocked some of the wind out of Poppy's sails and one-upped her. Like, yeah, I get it - Poppy is super strong and super powerful and super tough. Constantly reading about her badassery and sass gets irksome though. While I AM enjoying this series overall, I can only take so much of it at once. I need to take breaks between books so I don't get burnt out. I'm excited to see where the fourth book takes us! Because once again this author is wickedly good at cliffhanger endings!

Butcher and Blackbird: This book wasn't really what I was wanting it to be, honestly. Especially after seeing it hyped up soooo much on pretty much every social media site I frequent. The story - like, the overall plot not just the smut - fell flat. I wanted to read more about the whys and the hows rather than the constant snarky banter. I'm not trying to dis this book at all because I generally enjoyed it, BUT with how hyped it is I was expecting more, ya know? I swear books like this get so much hype BECAUSE OF the smut. While it was hot, YEAH, I can name three people in fandom off the top of my head this very instant that write better (dark romance) stories AND smut than this. Again, I'm not dogging it, I am simply spoiled by the hotd fandom and their talent. Tbh I'm unsure if I'll be reading more of this series!

Gild: Normally I wouldn't pick this book up - it's a King Midas retelling and I'm not familiar with the original myth! But I joined a local book club and this is what we're reading this month (feb). I'm really excited to have joined a book club and I hope it's something I keep up with! I really enjoyed the last quarter or so of this, and with the introduction of the pirates and fae I'm stoked to dive into the rest of the series!

(dis)honorable mention for my first DNF of the year. Bride by Ali Hazelwood. Between the way she writes and the narrator (audible) I... just... can't do it. This book has been hyped up all over the place and I fell for it. I tried. But, no. Maybe one day I will try it again. But for now it remains unfinished during chapter 6.

So far this year I've read 10 books! For some that might not be a lot, but for me it is! My tbr is growing as quick as I'm finishing them! Reading different genres is a lot of fun too, because this way I don't get burnt out of any one of them. I'm LOVING it!

Overall I recommend all of these books to fellow readers! If anyone wants to chat about them please hit me up!

[annabethvicit]

gangsey x hozier

this is half-assed, i just need to put thoughts on paper at the moment. 

gansey:

“so tired trying to see from behind the red in my eyes no better version of me I could pretend to be tonight so deep in this swill with the most familiar of swine for reasons wretched and divine she blows outta nowhere, roman candle of the wild laughing away through my feeble disguise no other version of me I would rather be tonight and, Lord, she found me just in time 'cause with my mid-youth crisis all said and done i need to be youthfully felt 'cause, God, I never felt young”

+ this because i giggled “don't let me in with no intention to keep me Jesus Christ! don't be kind to me honey don't feed me - i will come back” 

“remember when you'd sing, just for the fuck of it? and any joy it would bring”

ronan: 

“babe, there's something lonesome about you something so wholesome about you get closer to me

no tired sighs, no rolling eyes, no irony no 'who cares', no vacant stares, no time for me

honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know i slithered here from eden, just to sit outside your door”

+ the obligatory “take me to church i'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies i'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife”

“my heart is thrilled by the still of your hand that's how I know now that you understand there's no plan there's no race to be run the harder the rain, honey, the sweeter the sun there's no plan there's no kingdom to come i'll be your man if you got love to get done“

blue: 

“i knew that look dear eyes always seeking was there in someone that dug long ago

so I will not ask you why you were creeping in some sad way i already know, i will not ask you where you came from i will not ask you and neither would you, 

honey just put your sweet lips on my lips we should just kiss like real people do”

“all the things yet to come are the things that have passed like the holding of hands, like the breaking of glass like the bonfire that burns that all words in the fight fell to wasteland, baby i'm in love, I'm in love with you and I love too that love soon might end be known in its aching shown in the shaking lately of my wasteland, baby”

adam:

“my baby never fret none about what my hands and my body done if the Lord don't forgive me i'd still have my baby and my babe would have me when I was kissing on my baby and he put his love down soft and sweet in the low lamp light I was free heaven and hell were words to me”

“i’d be appalled if i saw you ever try to be a saint i wouldn't fall for someone i thought couldn't misbehave but i want you to know that i've had no love like your love and on the other side, why should we deny the truth? we could have less to worry about, honey, i won't lie to you but everything i do i've had no love like your love“

noah:

“and all things end all that we intend is scrawled in sand or slips right through our hands and just knowing that everything will end should not change our plans when we begin again we begin again”

“the very thought of you and am I blue, a love supreme seems far removed” 

“how big the hourglass, how deep the sand i shouldn't have hoped to know, but here I stand” 

[overwatch-archive]

[CORRESPONDENCE] Post for Toshiro Yamagami

Haikei, Toshiro, beloved husband:

The cherry blossoms are in glorious bloom after a gentle winter, soft clouds of pink against the green trees on the hillside. The season returns me to the winter day when the Hashimoto took you away from us, when snowflakes fell as the petals do now.

Strange that we are so close, yet we can visit you only when our current "masters" wish it. I hope they value your work enough to bring us together soon. Our daughter appreciated your recent gift, though I pray the blades you forge for the Hashimoto aren’t nearly so sharp, that what you craft for them is only equal to their sordid selves.

The forge of Yamagami Blades remains locked up tight, and since we last saw you in the autumn, we have moved into the upper level. It helps us feel close to you in many ways. In other ways, I feel your absence even more keenly. The musical hammering of the hot tamahagane, the song of the steel, is missing from this place. So is your own voice, your singing to the sword as you brushed it with yakibatsuchi, and the crackle of the fire when the blade hit the forge and the hiss as it cooled in the water. Sometimes I think I hear you there, yet it is always only the wind.

But I will not linger here. For as winter leads to spring, let me write a letter of lightness—a warm breeze bearing drifting blossoms. Perhaps it will grant us both a little peace, even as I turn my blade to keep the peace here from shattering altogether.

Many things remain unchanged, of course, in these eight years since your last trip home. You will doubtless be pleased to hear that Ichiko refuses to change the family recipe at Gozan Ramen, and the black garlic oil is as delicious as ever. It was crowded today, as many have come to celebrate the cherry blossoms. Yui’s dog, Mochi, is getting on in years, but his likeness still spins on the sign of the pottery school. Most of our favorite places are kept alive thanks to the tourists who delight in visiting quaint old towns such as ours. They eat ice cream from the cat café and burn their yen at the arcade or the new shopping mall you have yet to behold. Then, happy with their souvenirs, these day visitors skitter back onto the train before nightfall, when the lanterns flicker to life and the Hashimoto pound on closed shop doors, taking their ���share” of what is earned by the labor of others and funneling it up to their betters through the aptly named Tora no Sumika.

Shimada Castle still sits high in its place of glory, overlooking our city like a stalwart stone temple awaiting a benevolent deity. You and I know well enough, we two who make and wield the sword, that while their castle was indeed strong stone, the Shimada were no gods, but people—and criminals at that. But the Shimada understood that honor and loyalty forge the strongest bond between ruler and ruled.

Lately, the Shimada have consumed my idle thoughts. They asked much of those who followed them, but they inspired us to give it. And in return, the Shimada clan led with integrity and treated us with respect. As you know, my mother and hers before her were honored to tend the fox shrine far from the clamor of town. But when it was clear my soul longed for the sword and I excelled at kenjutsu, the Shimada chose me over all others as their swordmaster. They knew that Kanezaka was not just the seat of their power, it was their home . . . and ours, too.

But where the Shimada gave, the Hashimoto take. After all, when one has many homes, one has none—and the Hashimoto clan claws at nearly every city in this nation. We are nothing special to them; one day they will drink us dry and move on, leaving us empty and broken. Even now, some twelve years on, I see the mark they have left on our city.

I regret that, even though the old part of Kanezaka appears outwardly unchanged, it has suffered under the cruel hand of the Hashimoto. Our view of the motherly mountain now encompasses the jut and arrogance of skyscrapers and neon, not the warm comfort of wood and wind and stone as it once did.

I stand, as Kanezaka itself does, between the old ways of the mountain and the Shimada and the new, sharp, hard ways of the city and the Hashimoto. We both know that the Hashimoto have you in their “care” not only for your skills, but also to keep me in my place—to ensure that I do not falter in their charge to keep peace in this city, among these people whom I respect so much. I will obey our current masters, for to do anything else will put both you and our friends here at risk.

I had hoped that over time the Hashimoto would grow lazy. That they would see we are an honest people whom they need not oppress.

Not even the most faithful dog could take such a beating without biting back—and the people of Kanezaka are great of heart. We are being worn down. The demands upon the populace are increasing, and tempers are rising. Missed payments are met with more vicious abuses. And now someone has given the Hashimoto further reason for anger.

Over the last few months, shipments of Hashimoto contraband have gone missing. Their men have been badly beaten or robbed when returning from their rounds. Perhaps most boldly of all, messages painted in bright, conspicuous colors have started to appear, though they are quickly painted over.

These fools are not so subtly throwing in-nen at the Hashimoto, and their acts are received as well as you would expect. These vigilantes think to rise strong against a tide of violence. Instead they strike fast—and hide faster—while the good people of Kanezaka take their penance. And so my job—to keep our own people, our friends, in submission—has become both more delicate and more vital with each passing day. There are moments when I can scarce believe the world in which I walk now: You, making beautiful work for undeserving pigs. I, who trained the scions of Sojiro Shimada, forced to turn my swordmaster’s blade against my own. The children of this town, growing to adulthood with only the brutal, thoughtless Hashimoto to determine what is good or bad . . . our daughter among them. It is dangerous in this city now.

I will walk through Kanezaka today not simply to imagine you walking beside me or to greet our neighbors. I have made an offering to take to the Tetsuzan Shrine of my ancestors: A bowl coated with brilliant blue-green yuyaku from the pottery school, into which Ichiko has ladled a splash of dashi. A rice ball from our neighbor. From Kenta, a piece of red bean mochi—our daughter’s favorite. To all this I have added a generous pour of sake. I may have poured a small cup for myself as well.

I will ask the fox spirit for strength to continue this fight and for wisdom for myself and for all of us. Then, after sunset, I will take the sword that you gave me so long ago at our yuino and patrol the streets of this place that both fills my heart and breaks it. I will find these self-appointed “guardians,” who, if not deterred from this path, may be the spark of a misguided and deadly fire that will consume us all.

May you and I both be as your blades are: strong and sharp. Obey the Hashimoto, as I must, and give them the outward show of respect, even if you cannot give true respect a home in your heart.

I will close on the lighter note that I promised and say that I know if you were here you would remind me, “The kitsune can change your luck with a flick of even one of her tails.” May she flick all nine of them and send some much-needed good fortune our way.

Kashiko—

Asa

[ccelestialfox]

Alrighty, let's go through all of these :D

my middle name is Michael. I heard it was a common name, but never stopped to realize how common it really was

I'm 16

June 28

my sign is Cancer

I never have a set favorite color, but purple is a nice color. I usually wear black tho

my lucky number is 13, funnily enough

1 dog, 1 cat, 4 rabbits, 6... 6 chickens(?), a couple died. we had 2 parakeets, which we gave away, 1 lizard that died and was buried in our backyard, and 2 fish

Arizona

5'9''

uhhhhhh shoe size 8? I don't remember

2 shoe pairs. not very stylish :/

fell asleep listening to TMA and dreamed somethin about spiders. funnily enough, when I woke up, the episode about spiders (Arachnophobia) was just about to start

I like to think my European accents are pretty good

myes I am psychic :}

I made a post a while ago that had a giant list of songs. if anyone knows how to find it please let me know, I'd like that list again :< anyways, favorite song atm is Starfruit Supernova (Pillars of Creation Mix.)

Moulin Rouge, it's so silly, yet so serious, it's amazing

Uhhh... not sure about a partner... I've been thinking that maybe I'm aromantic, asexual, or aroace, since I've never really thought about anyone.

No. I'm growing up being the oldest with 4 younger siblings, I have enough experience with kids, thanks

I don't think I want a church wedding. not even sure I want to get married

Not really. My family has been questioning our church, and I'm not sure what to believe at the moment. I don't think I ever really believed, so having the rest of my family also not believe makes me unsure of whether or not to believe anything

I've been to the hospital a handful of times. none for me though

I've never been in trouble with the law

I don't think I've ever met a celebrity

showers over baths. too cramped in the bath

right now? I'm not wearing socks. I do have a bunch of pairs of gray socks. no need to sort them -w-

I had a post on reddit that got to 2k upvotes once

I don't think so. seems tiring. I'm happy to be known for doing something cool, or making something cool, but being someone well known like Taylor Swift, or some other musician or otherwise celebrity... it seems really tiring. makes you seem less human

I'll hop around with music. "midwestern emo" is a pretty good genre, but I don't actively search for songs through song genre. also breakcore is cool

I've never been skinnydipping, nor do I really want to

1(1/2) I have 1 pillow that I use as a pillow, but I have a blanket beneath that that boosts the pillow up a bit, and I can move the actual pillow to hug it, while I rest my head on the blanket

I sleep on my side

pretty decent suburban 1 story house, fits 7 people pretty well

I usually sleep through breakfast, but it varies. cereal is the usual, but sometimes if I'm up for it, and I have the ingredients, I'll make a pretty good omelette. my brother took a culinary class so I got some tips from him

I've fired a gun several times, yes. shotgun, as well as a handgun. shotgun is better imo. lot quieter, it feels lighter, and the recoil is much better than a handgun

I've tried archery a couple times. I'm not horrible at it, but I'm far from a master

residue is a fun word (thanks, Undertale)

favorite swear to mutter to myself? shit

1, 2 days? I stay up much later than I should, but I rarely skip a night's sleep

one scar on my hand from a particularly sharp leaf, one on my stomach that I'm not sure if it's a birthmark that happened to be where a treadmill incident happened or an actual scar, and a random scar on my forearm. and, faded self harm scars from over a year ago on my wrist.

I don't think I've ever had a secret admirer

depends on the lie itself. for the most part, not really. I mean, I hide the fact I'm trans from my parents, so maybe that counts towards my lie scoreboard but idk

ehhh not really a character judge. I think yes?

Hey I mentioned I could do accents earlier :D I can do a pretty good british accent. The Magnus Archives is a very, VERY strong influence. I can piece together other accents, but british is my "best"

American, I suppose. not any that I notice

Scottish accents sound pretty cool ^w^

uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

my recent pair of merch shirts I got from Philza were my most expensive. they're specifically his 5th anniversary shirt, as well as the cool crow breaking the heart shirt

I cannot curl my tongue

I'm an innie (personally find this question a bit strange)

I'm right handed

Yes I am scared of spiders.

THERE WAS ONE TIME-- where I had some chicken with something green wrapped around it, pretty sure it was called a chicken wrap, it was so good. my mom' friend brought it over once and that was the only time I had it. I've never forgotten it

I haven't had much foreign food. I want to say Chinese food but the only place I've ever had Chinese food was from Panda Express and I'm not sure that's actually accurate to Chinese food

clean? I share a room, so I've never really had "my space", so I've never had anything to clean that I could confirm was mine. on second thought, yes I'm clean

most used phrase? random sounds lmao. bobpobpoasbpdbapodbaspobdpao

most used word? "the" (idk, I don't keep track of words :<)

shower takes like 15 minutes, but my hair drying takes so long.. like, 2 hours ;-;

I definitely have a bit of an ego, but it goes down a lot when I'm around others

Do you suck or bite lollipops? both

I talk to myself frequently. sometimes I'll use my voice as one person and use my thoughts as another person and have a fun little conversation with myself

I sing to myself often

I like to think I'm a good singer. do not make me do karaoke tho, singing loud is where I struggle :<

impossibly large things freak me out a bit. was rewatching Monsters VS. Aliens, and that one scene where the monsters are fighting the giant robot, where the robot is just slowly moving through the city following Ginormica. that scene freaked me out as a kid

yes I'm a gossip.

Best dramatic movie you’ve seen?

been growing my hair out for like 2 years now and yeah, growing up with my mom being a professional hair stylist and constantly keeping my hair short, I prefer longer hair. I distinctly remember always being excited when my hair was long enough to be able to see it with my eyes. the signs were there :} cut to today and now whenever I go in the water I can most definitely see my hair

no, I can name like 2/3 of the states lmao

I'm pretty good with math, so I'll say math is a fav

I'm more of an introvert

I've never been scubadiving

Alright, I found out that tumblr has a character limit, so I'll finish the last 30 questions after this is posted

Get To Know Me Uncomfortably Well

PLEASE DON’T LET THIS FLOP AHHHH

1. What is you middle name? 2. How old are you? 3. When is your birthday? 4. What is your zodiac sign? 5. What is your favorite color? 6. What’s your lucky number? 7. Do you have any pets? 8. Where are you from? 9. How tall are you? 10. What shoe size are you? 11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? 12. What was your last dream about? 13. What talents do you have? 14. Are you psychic in any way? 15. Favorite song? 16. Favorite movie? 17. Who would be your ideal partner? 18. Do you want children? 19. Do you want a church wedding? 20. Are you religious? 21. Have you ever been to the hospital? 22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? 23. Have you ever met any celebrities? 24. Baths or showers? 25. What color socks are you wearing? 26. Have you ever been famous? 27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? 28. What type of music do you like? 29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? 30. How many pillows do you sleep with? 31. What position do you usually sleep in? 32. How big is your house? 33. What do you typically have for breakfast? 34. Have you ever fired a gun? 35. Have you ever tried archery? 36. Favorite clean word? 37. Favorite swear word? 38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? 39. Do you have any scars? 40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? 41. Are you a good liar? 42. Are you a good judge of character? 43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? 44. Do you have a strong accent? 45. What is your favorite accent? 46. What is your personality type? 47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? 48. Can you curl your tongue? 49. Are you an innie or an outie? 50. Left or right handed? 51. Are you scared of spiders? 52. Favorite food? 53. Favorite foreign food? 54. Are you a clean or messy person? 55. Most used phrased? 56. Most used word? 57. How long does it take for you to get ready? 58. Do you have much of an ego? 59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? 60. Do you talk to yourself? 61. Do you sing to yourself? 62. Are you a good singer? 63. Biggest Fear? 64. Are you a gossip? 65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? 66. Do you like long or short hair? 67. Can you name all 50 states of America? 68. Favorite school subject? 69. Extrovert or Introvert? 70. Have you ever been scuba diving? 71. What makes you nervous? 72. Are you scared of the dark? 73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? 74. Are you ticklish? 75. Have you ever started a rumor? 76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? 77. Have you ever drank underage? 78. Have you ever done drugs? 79. Who was your first real crush? 80. How many piercings do you have? 81. Can you roll your Rs?“ 82. How fast can you type? 83. How fast can you run? 84. What color is your hair? 85. What color is your eyes? 86. What are you allergic to? 87. Do you keep a journal? 88. What do your parents do? 89. Do you like your age? 90. What makes you angry? 91. Do you like your own name? 92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? 93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? 94. What are you strengths? 95. What are your weaknesses? 96. How did you get your name? 97. Were your ancestors royalty? 98. Do you have any scars? 99. Color of your bedspread? 100. Color of your room?