#for the record this isn't what I wanted to be annoying about my brain just gave me this offshoot 😭

[reinemichele]

Wait hold on

Do we count not regenerating as suicide??? Bc if we do, that means that the master has killed themself out of spite 4 times, 5 if you count the Lumiat as canon (I do), and 2 of those were simm!master and 2 of those were missy, and 4 of them were motivated by the doctor

[rsventhesecondd]

midnight rant,

╰ • → Featuring . Hayato Suo as your boyfriend ! ╯

sypnosis . whereas— you're an overthinker, desperately trying to save your friend group that is falling apart. You find no way to cope, but luckily your boyfriend, Suo is here for you. :3 , Hayato Suo x f!reader 

warnings . light cursing, mentions of mental health issues, abandonment issues, angst, self-vent, skin picking , fluff

note ⧽some parts may seem rushed or ooc in other peoples opinion. english isn't my first language, so please bare with oncoming vocabulary or grammatic mistakes. Based off real life experiences

authors note . hi! this is for all those people that overthink a lot specially when it comes to relationships. I didn't really explain more, it has so much lore potential too.. It's not really more of a you getting comforted once you read it, but rather it's a you being in the same situation again, but not being alone. I really wanted to write Suo, but I didn't know how. Anyways, this might be a subtle vent, foreshadow :3

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You sat down the bench just a few steps far from Furin Highschool, your eyes welling up– unable to hold tears. You should've been home, if not for that argument you had with your  bestfriend. 

It was your mistake, it was your issue, you're the problem. Was what kept on replying all over your head like Broken record. What was is the cause of this scenario? let us go back. 

You lashed out, unable to control your feelings any longer. What was once joyful and full of glee, was now full of trepidation and gloom. Your two  close friends, somehow, two of your only close friends that you consider as close ones are starting to drift apart. You couldn't really blame them. You rarely meet, nor called. Rarely chatted, hell– whens the last time you guys ever talked about your own lives? They were all too busy with their places to be, and you were too. Not that you  didn't have any other people to interact with. But somehow, some part of you is missing the times where you three were happy, talking about this– your new crushes, how your lives has been going, laughing over stupid things, ranting about this and that about how annoying they were knowing damn well you were annoying too. But you couldn't care less, because at that time, you felt safe. It was as if a safe zone, your safe zone. But then things started to fall apart, barely chatting, updating, and the other more— you tried. You tried to replicate the same energy you've had before, you tried to bring back the joyous and gleefulness of memories that you've remember. Now realizing that it has only turned into a mysterious enigma written in the ink of stardust on the back of your brain. You were hysterical. How could such strong bond just fade away ever so quickly? The promises and plans made, are now starting to fade. 

Those tears welling up in your eyes not holding up any longer, flowing as they stream down your cheeks. You wipe them away with your sleeves, hoping the flow water from your eyes stop as you let out a sniffle. 

"[name]?" a familiar voice questions, causing you to instinctively turn your head away from where the noise came from. You begged to the gods that this was just a dream, hoping you were hallucinating. You were in such  disgraceful state, you don't need another problem to participate.  There you were on the bench, closing your eyes shut as you continuously picked on your skin, hoping that the man of that voice disappears into thin air. 

"[name], dear.. what happened?" the same voice from before said, inching closer. You open your eyes to see Suo with a worried expression. You quickly wipe your tears once more, using your tear stained sleeve, trying to utter out words, but it seems as if you couldn't speak. "Shh.. It's okay, my love." Suo says, sitting down beside you, resting your head on his shoulder. "You know, your skin will be irritated if you wipe your tears like that" he says in a gentle, but slight tease of a tone. He faces you, cupping your chin as he wipes your tears away with a handkerchief. As much as you wanted to push, maybe– shove him away even, you found yourself calming down from his actions. You wanted to go away as far as you could, you wanted to bury yourself deep underground. You've never shown him this side of you, and it terrified you. "Are you going to tell me what's wrong now?" he says with a smile, it's as if it wasn't even a question, rather a clarification. You take a deep breath and sighed, "It's just, my friend has been seeing this person lately, well, used to. And they've been ranting about how this person they're seeing is 'cheating' , only going to them when they need something, and other more stuff. It just pissed me off. My friend deserves more than that, and it got to me. I attacked their ex in spite, saying shit I didn't even know I would. And.. I know it's my fault, I wasn't in the right place to do that. And I apologized, I felt bad, I swear, I really did." you say, unbeknownst to you that tears are flowing down your eyes, fingers picking on your skin. Suo, nodding silently, his hand creeping up to yours, holding them– as a way to prevent you from picking on your skin. "But, I'm.. scared. I know we all make mistakes, and I know my friend is a good person and that they do forgive me. But I'm scared. I'm scared that it'll fall apart, I'm scared that they'll leave me– I'm scared that I caused a problem, that I break something again" you say, breath hitching as you tighten your grip on his hand.  "I contacted my other friend Kotoha, who I was closer with. We three were really close, and I know them a lot. Even though they don't realize it, I always observe how they react to different stuff. And, Kotoha was friends with the person I fought.  I reached out to them, after the argument, and apologizing to my other friend because of the situation I've created, and after awhile Kotoha never replied even though they were online. And, I can't judge them, they might've not seen it, and they've been there for me a lot too. But I just can't help but overthink at the most little things, and I hate it. I hate it so much, I–"  you stammer, cut off by a light kiss on the lips. "I understand." Suo says, wrapping his arm around your back, his hand pushed you ever so slightly to his chest– pulling you into a hug. "You can't really force someone into a relationship, [name]. Platonic or not, if the relationship is not working and there is no solution, best leave things be" , he says, patting your head. "If the friendship wasn't it, then it's all part of the plan of fate. Mistakes are normal, [name]. And if they truly are friends, people you consider you can trust the most then.. , they will accept you for who you are. Your flaws, mistakes, but that doesn't mean they'll tolerate it. If the gods have decided that friendship truly is not meant for you three, then let it be and accept things for what they already are. Yes, it'll be hard, but I'll be here with you. I'll accept you for who you are, flaws, and secrets kept. I'll be with you when you need me, and when you're alone. I'll accept you with my all of my heart. Just like you did with me" he added, moving his hand to pat your back soothingly. This time, you weren't crying from sadness, or terror. You were crying tears of glee. 

"Let's buy ice cream? My treat of course." Suo says, standing up– reaching his hand out to you, the other behind his back as usual. "Really?" you exclaim, eyes brightening up as you let out a sniffle, him nodding in response.  "And let's put some cream on your hands after wards, get you fixed up" he added.

"Okay! I love you!" You said in your same bubbly mood, almost forgetting the events of today. 

"I love you too, my dove" he says in a soft tone, giving you a look of love. 

note . this had so much lore potential. I'm gonna rewrite this whole, trust.

[bugboybuck]

i dont have time to write something proper for day one of @bucktommypositivityweek but i wanted to share a lil drabble/ramble anyway in the spirit of things, so: what tommy loves about buck

tommy grew up in a stiflingly oppressive environment, a household full of anger and coldness. he lived in fear about who he was, what he wanted. he was threatened by his father, his army COs, gerrard, and his survival response was to hide himself away, lock up parts of himself, bury the things he could get hurt for.

his first thought upon getting to know evan wasn't 'wow, here's a perfectly adjusted guy who hasn't had any struggles.' frankly, between his adorably awkward jokes, casually mentioning getting struck by lightning, and trying to kill his best friend with mind lasers over tommys attention, evan seemed like a bit of a hot mess.

but what drew tommy to him so strongly was seeing someone who'd clearly had a lot of weird, difficult life experiences still be like - that. bouncing around on his feet with energy when tommy showed him around the hangar, making dumb jokes, throwing himself headfirst into a basketball game he didn't even like. bringing a brand new date to his sisters wedding. folding tommy into his family nearly immediately, every one of his actions screaming I'm serious about this; no reservations, no holding back.

it only got worse - better - as they got to know each other. it felt like every date they went on, evan dropped some insane piece of lore from his life. his injuries on the job, his disastrous track record with romance, the wild travels he'd been on while finding himself. not too long into knowing each other, the whole thing about his brother, and his parents, and his sister - which explained a lot of the abandonment issues tommy could have seen from space.

and whenever he says something like that, tommys first thought usually isn't marvelling at how ridiculously unlucky Evans life has been. it's how amazing he finds it that evan is still open and happy and throws himself into everything he does head-first, like he's trying to trust the universe to, this time, not let him down.

tommy knows evan isn't all sunshine and roses. he gets downright snippy when he has a to-do list, is more than a bit neurotic, over-anxious about pointless things when tommy's more a 'go with the flow' kind of guy (a 'sure I'll fly into a hurricane for an old friend' kind of guy, a 'I've come out the other side of the shittiest time of my life already, so what have I got to lose?' kind of guy). but evan is - so open. even when he's being annoying, he doesn't try to reign it in. his brain is like a steel trap for facts, he's far from dumb, but when he doesn't know something, he openly and instantly admits it. he's free with hugs and affection but also with a bitchy comment if someone deserves it. he over-shares with no shame. he over-everythings, really. he's so much. and tommy has spent most of his life with not-enough. depriving himself; being deprived. he wants to gorge himself on evans too-much-ness

tommy feels like evan lives his life wide open. and he knows evan has been hurt a lot, for it. but for tommy, who spent thirty years stuffed into a cramped closet space - who felt claustrophobic, trapped, like he couldn't see the sky - Evans openness gives him the same feeling as flying. awe.

so that's what tommy loves most about him. the fact that he's a badass and a blowjob savant who cooks and is built like a sexy brick wall are all just bonuses.

[sphireath-wisp]

Hi! It's my first time requesting something. I just came back from the obey me confessions page, I would love if you wrote the brothers reactions after they found out that mc tried to stir up drama on purpose. Feel free to ignore, love your writing❤️

oh my goodness, thank you so much. I know I promised a part 2 recently, but I wanted to finish this first. The anon here refers to this post for anyone who's lost.

Lucifer thinks he's too busy for this and assumes people are just bored, watering the post down to fake news. What's with the surge in fake news in devildom anyway? He sighs deeply - a testament to how much he thinks this is such a waste of time. It was a terrible idea for Diavolo to approve of this confession page, rumors like this tarnishing your name only push him to take the account down.

Mammon wastes no time. He bursts into your room - even when he knows you're at Purgatory Hall for your weekly visit. Wait... purgatory hall? Oh my Diavolo, how could you! He's your first man and you can't just be going around kissing randoms like that. Completely ignoring Levi chiding him for the mess he's making, Mammon dashes out the door with his heart pounding in his chest. Who knows what that shady sorcerer could be doing to you now? And why him, anyway?!

Levi hears the ruckus from Mammon scrambling around in your room. Levi knows he's the type of scattered-brained idiot to forget how you're sleeping over at Purgatory Hall today, but really? Messing up your room like that? As someone who considers his room to be his safe space, seeing your space safe like that... he's really annoyed. What is Mammon rambling about anyway? You kissed Solomon? Jeez, what an idiot. Who would believe fake news like that?

Satan would rather hear it from you himself. This page is unreliable. Unless he hears it from your own mouth, he isn't too bothered by it. Admittedly, it does irk him though, but he's not the type to ask you bluntly out loud. He'll gauge your reactions and observe for now. Being too hasty with his assumptions would only make him more upset.

Asmo screams and I mean SCREAMS out in shock. He's typing away on his D.D.D., practically begging you or Solomon to answer. "Is it true? You all kissed?!" He's so proud of you, MC! Being so bold and brazen in RAD, he'll make sure to give you a surprise of his own soon!

Beel doesn't check his devilgram much and he doesn't post a lot either. The only reason why the post reached his ears was because of Belphie, but he doesn't have much of a reaction to it. It doesn't concern him and plus, anyone could have anonymously sent that right? Maybe Solomon himself posted that, only someone who cooks so horribly would try to stir the pot like this.

Belphie's pissed. You're kidding, right? There's no way. Is that why you left to sit with Solomon earlier that day? While Beel's reasoning did calm his nerves down a little, don't expect to run away to Purgatory Hall now. Both of them are on their way to Purgatory Hall as we speak and you better pray Solomon has a plan or else you're getting dragged back to HOL as soon as they get there.

Bonus:

Solomon is extremely amused, delighted even. He had the luxury of getting a sweet kiss from you and now, he has you on his bed right by him teaching you spells. As long as he ignores the constant buzz of his D.D.D. in the background and the missed calls, he feels like this night is perfect. Perhaps you'll give him another kiss tonight? Perhaps he'll make sure to record it this time as proof?

[shootingstarpilot]

okay listen. listen. i'm sorry, i had to get this out of my head, it's been haunting me and i want to get back to working on the next proper chapter-

the mimic lives au.

mimic is brought into the fold without question, of course. and needle- oh, needle's borne witness to the nightmares that force helix awake, shaking-not-screaming, and he knows enough-

so he makes mimic a voice.

it takes him just over a week to record the entire gbs dictionary. he breaks it down, keeps it alphabetical so it's easier to find the words. dictionaries of other languages are on the list. needle thinks maybe mimic can pick and choose which ones to prioritize later. they'll have time.

(they'll have time, isn't that a novel thought-)

but the dictionary is only part of it. there are plenty of manufactured voices out there already, after all.

the datapad becomes needle's newest conversational partner. he sets it up when he's on his own and lets his train of thought derail. spinning out stories both real and fantastical. drawing out threads until they reach the boiling point of absurdity and send him into a fit of giggles. he repeats the stories he'd told mimic just that afternoon, tells him about the jedi, about the temple, about making their own home. then he remembers what helix had said about mimic wanting to be a pilot, and goes and bullies comet into educating him on starfighters. he recites his lessons to the camera each evening in the moments of stolen solitude he can squirrel away before one of the others comes looking for him.

"it's like learning another language," he says, and wags a finger at the camera. "you're welcome."

needle gifts it to mimic a week after they arrive at the temple with a wireless earpiece to match. no pressure, of course, he says, grinning, just thought it could be a good resource to have, words to borrow at your fingertips, but i know i'm only tolerable in small doses, so-

he squawks when mimic's hug lifts him clear off the ground.

anyway. so. you see my vision.

helix jumps a mile when he first hears needle's laugh in mimic's mouth. stitch yells at needle for a bit about talking so much, needle, is this why your voice was so hoarse- and then restricts him to tea for four days until he's sure his throat has healed. sometimes it's too much, and mimic will stick his earpiece to the fridge and borrow words spoken right in front of him until his brain stops buzzing-

but it works. they work.

and then.

it's a few months in. they're comfortable. they're setting down roots.

then one night needle doesn't come home.

helix doesn't wait to raise the alarm. needle doesn't spend every night home, but he's good about comming when he'll be staying elsewhere. he knows helix is struggling with letting them leave his line of sight.

and now he's gone. and he didn't comm.

the first three days stretch into a week.

then a second week.

then a month.

and now, the vision that has been HAUNTING ME-

helix, clutching mimic's datapad, sitting on the edge of his bed.

the lights are low. his eyes are red.

he hits play.

"-ah, i love them," needle says, laughing. the laugh stretches into a yawn-

(that holds for one, two, three seconds, helix knows it now by heart-)

a knock at the door sounds in the video. needle hunches his shoulders, grimacing- his eyes are dancing, he's not annoyed, not really-

"be right out!" he calls, and then- helix's voice on the other side-

"get your beauty routine under control!"

needle waits until his footsteps have vanished before turning back to the camera-

(six footsteps before they fade enough to become inaudible- helix has counted them so many times-)

"i don't need one," he says, and winks at the camera- his eyes are shining, bright and happy- "he's just jealous all of this is effortless. night, mimic. talk to you in the morning."

the video ends.

helix sits in the dark.

after a moment, he taps at the datapad again.

"ah, i love them," needle says. his laugh- snorting, open, happy-

(one-two-three for the yawn-)

helix hits pause. rewinds.

"i love them," needle says.

pause. rewind.

"i love them."

pause. rewind.

"i love them."

pause. rewind.

"i love them."

"i love them."

"i love them."

[novthewolf]

Two's company, three's a family - Part one

Summary: As a cupid, an angel of love, your mission was to make sure everyone was paired up with the right person. Yet you couldn't get your two most ancient clients to finally end up together. And despite the 6,000 years spent on the case, you couldn't bring yourself to give them up, not oblivious to the reason.

Pairing: Aziraphale x Crowley / GN!Reader x Crowley / GN!Reader x Aziraphale (polyamorous relationship).

Masterlist : Here

Warnings: foul language, alcohol use, slow burn, english isn't my first language.

Words : +3k word

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You were mopping around, wondering how the fuck you still hadn't managed to get those two sugar-rotten bird brains to get together ! You ran your hands through your hair and went down to rub your face. You reached for your glass and drank down every last drop.

6,000 bloody years you spent with them, and nothing !

So much work for no true result.

And, just for the record, you wanted to insist that you are really good at your job.

No, you weren't bragging; you really were ! A lot of cupids were cruel little things, and it had to do with the fact that you feed on the love a person feels for another. And since it didn't have to be reciprocated, most preferred to work less—well, smarter—rather than harder. But you just loved love stories. Of any kind, really ! Motherly, fatherly, between siblings, friends... Nevertheless, being able to form a perfect match and seeing the joy you brought to others always filled you with joy.

A cupid is just a specific type of angel meant to spread love all over the world. Which included humans, animals, and supernatural beings such as demons and angels. However, your peers weren't your favourites. They were too focused on their jobs, being either neutral towards each other or straight-up hateful. And hate tasted too bitter to your liking.

Which was probably the reason why you were so interested in Aziraphale and Crowley's relationship to begin with. They were so friendly and caring that something inside you just clicked. Even if their love story was the slowest burn you ever encountered, you couldn't bring yourself to give up.

Hell no ! Mmh, no. You were too stubborn to accept your failure. Yes, failure. Because despite spending every moment with them (well, when they were together) and using so many arrows, those two just wouldn't come together ! And to make sure your bow and arrows worked, you almost paired up every goddamn duck at St. James Park.

Nothing worked ! Nothing !

Ugh, so annoying...

In your case, the only connection you seem to have in this vast universe is with the pub and your drink... And to the generations of barmen you complained to.

"How can someone be so oblivious ?" Your drunken words slipping out of your mouth without anyone to talk to.

"Tell me about it." A voice said next to you.

Oh, you recognised the voice alright; you just didn't feel like engaging in a conversation with anyone right now. Still, you were polite enough to acknowledge their presence.

"Hi Mihael." You mumbled.

"Good evening to you too, Y/N !" She chirped, her voice too positive for you to appreciate right now. You groaned and rested your head on your arms.

"What do you want ? It's not your type to be staying down there once your shift's over," you said before looking up at her.

Her dark pink eyes were scanning the pub warily. You rolled your eyes, her attitude reminding you how atypical you've become. Being among humans, eating food, or even walking on earth was something Cupid didn't do. Flying around was the most common attitude, as was having really limited contact with humans, or "clients," as Archangel Chamuel calls them. But you loved your time on earth with every creature, though eating ex-living animals isn't your thing. And being a freak was actually something you were doomed to be. You knew you were different from other mystical beings, and it was really fucking lonely.

"You're right ; I don't know how you can stand all the smells and, ugh, sensations." She shuddered.

You sighed, waiting as patiently as you could in that moment.

"But I guess you should enjoy as much as you can while you can."

What ? Why would she say that ? Did you do something wrong ? Did they realize you... No. And they never noticed that you spent your time with a demon (angels were obliviously okay) and tried to match up said demon with Aziraphale. Did they finally catch up ? Or were they upset that you mostly lived with humans ? No, you are almost the best cupid, producing so much love, as proved by how many ducks you shot.

"M-Mh.. sure.. but, mmh.. I didn't know my time on earth was on a timer." You tried to joke lightly, which was heavily ineffective in calming your nerves.

"Of course not silly," she beamed. "Armageddon is coming !"

"Wha-" you sat up, almost tumbleling down. "Already ? Are you sure ?"

"Affirmative ! The anti-Christ is being delivered as we speak."

"Oh, great..."

You just wanted to cry right here and now, but you really couldn't afford to. It would be crossing a line.

It wasn't fair. You still had so much to experience on earth and so many love stories to create, and you wanted to spend so much more time with Crowley and Aziraphale. They still needed to be together ! You couldn't let the End begin before you even saw the beginning of their love story. No, uh-hu! You will go down with this ship!

"How long before Armageddon ?" you asked.

"Oh, I would say around ten years."

Alright, you could do it. You just had to help two opposite beings, who spend almost all their existence together without technically being a couple, become one. Because how thing should be. And you had ten years to do so, even if you hadn't succeeded in the last 6,000 years. It could work ! You knew them and their love for humankind and their world. They would certainly team up to prevent the war and apocalypse from happening. And you were there to help. In every way. You scratched your itchy right arm.

"Right, sure... well, thanks, Mihael. Send my regards to Adriel."

"I will, thank you ! Oh, and Chamuel ordered that we lay off all the workers during the last week before the war, so we could be ready to fight."

"Mmh-hm." You nodded. Alcohol was messing up your communication skills.

"Great ! See you at the war."

When you turned, she was gone, leaving you wondering how you'd end up like this.

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(4004 av-JC)

In the beginning, you were in the Garden of Eden. You were here to supervise Adam and Eve's love development; you didn't shoot the arrow, though. They would have never let you do it anyway. Actually, every creature in the Garden had been paired up, but you didn't get the chance to create any of them. As disappointed as you were, you were not the type to overstep and you couldn't express anything. So you decided to be patient and walk around the garden discretely.

You suddenly came to a stop when you spotted something unusual slithering around the diversity of plants. You walked up to a 'lilac' tree, which looked more like a bush than anything else, and you saw an animal that was crawling on the trunk among the beautiful purple flowers. The creature was so long yet flexible that it didn't have any problem staying on such a small platform. His colours intrigued you too—mostly black with touches of red—and you had never seen anything like this quite yet. Your eyes widen, and you slightly rush to observe it further. The snake, while taken aback, didn't move and instead glared at you. His eyes were so beautiful and golden, and his scales were spotless and sleek, but touching the poor thing would certainly scare him away.

"What a beautiful thing you are... I'm glad God decided to make you !"

The creature started to retreat as soon as your words passed your lips, looking flustered. Declining his embarrassment, you chirped hapily. And with a glimmering smile, you resumed roaming around the paradise.

The wall was growing bigger and bigger as I approached one of the gates of Eden, curious to see the border and maybe get a peek on the other side—a glimpse of the barren and dry land. You were an inquisitive thing; your curiosity was way stronger than your fear. Despite anyone says or believe. But as you gently approached the door, someone called you.

"Mh, excuse me ! Little cupid ?"

Oh ! You weren't that small ! Pff, guardian angels could be so strict sometimes.

You rolled your eyes, soared up in the sky, and let yourself turn upside down to see who was interrupting your investigation.

"Yes ?" you sighed. "Mh !"

You weren't acquainted with lots of angels outside your group, but you were sure that you had already seen him before. His appearance was so welcoming, despite the raging, flaming sword that carefully remained in his firm grip. His hair was white and as fluffy as a cloud. You couldn't quite grasp his eye colour, though, which was always changing between blue, brown, and green. His human body was round and large, a body type you'd never seen before. Yet you smiled at his soft appearance. His tunic seemed to be slightly covered with bright purple petals here and there. You turned over, lying on your stomach in midair, looking at him expectantly.

"Hello." He smiled, then took a ragged breath, looking for words. "Mh, I'm afraid I must request that you not go closer to that gate."

You looked away, apologetic.

"Oh, I see... Sorry."

You were conscious of how leaving your station could get you in trouble, and being so close to the door could bring him problems as well. You sensed how agitated he was and went on to leave him in peace.

"Well, mh, good luck with, huh, guarding the door," you said, trying to look less churlish than the way you acted merely seconds ago.

"Oh well, that's kind of you." He smiled, touched by your words. "Good luck with all the love."

Seeing how thrilled he seemed made you happy. Your body was taken over by the intense emotion in your heart, and you began to fly while looping and spinning vigorously.

Suddenly, you stopped. You've never experienced anything like it. Your primary role as a cupid was to make matches between creatures by shooting them with arrows. Your vision allowed you to perceive the chances of happiness and love each creature could produce while bound by the other. There were hundreds of possibilities, and your job is to make sure your "client" finds the perfect match. In order to do so, you had to be able to identify each emotion with clarity and precision. Minimising your own emotions to work in the most efficient way possible Thus, you shouldn't feel too much emotion despite the satisfaction of your good job and all the love you could eat. And in your case, anything...

Feeling such a rush of emotion shouldn't be something you're capable of doing. You shouldn’t be feeling anything. You observed your right hand, confused and visibly shaking. Closing your eyes, feeling irrated at yourself, you marched back to where you came, hoping to find new animals to shoot to occupy your mind.

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Adam and Eve were gone. Apparently, a snake—well, a demon—tempted the first human, and now they had to leave the garden. Just because they wanted answers to their questions. Needless to say, you weren't very keen to try and look beyond the wall without permission.

So you were simply floating in the air right next to the wall, waiting for an order from your Boss. Gazing up at the sky, you noticed how its blue colour darkened as the first rain approached. You sighed and decided to just go back to Heaven, hoping you'd finally get the chance to shoot at someone. Some may call you obsessive; you prefer the term persistent.

As you were sitting up and flying up. And the moment you saw the tall structure disappearing in the corner of your eye, you kept going up. But, afraid you might regret not gazing back, you dared to dart your eyes down to the rest of the world.

"Huh?" you softly gasped.

You saw the desert spreading from your heart to the horizon, arid and lonely, with the clouds darkening the land. Your heart ached as you watched what lay ahead. And as you felt your eyes water, you lowered your gaze. And the sight that welcomed me was so out of this world yet felt so... right.

An angel and a demon stood next to each other, talking and fraternising. You didn't really fight the war, but you knew how both sides hated each other. The metallic taste was already way too familiar in your mouth. But the premise of their relationship already smelled so sweet, despite a wisp of sourness.

A wave of euphoria struck you in the most unexpected way, and the sensations it brought you were simply too delightful to feel queer. You saw their bound, so precise and distinct, that you nearly thought you were a part of it. It just felt so real. So good.

You were so excited ! You beamed with all your might as you desperately tried to manifest your bow and arrows as quickly as possible.

As a novice in archery, you wanted to correctly seal the bound, so you decided to place three arrows because, like no one has said yet, "Three times' the charm". You aimed leisurely, breathing deeply and checking the quality of your multi-coloured arrows. The grey head of it is silently hurrying you to shoot.

And so you did. With a faint whistle, the arrows raced towards their target. The first one landed right in the back of the demon, on his left side. The second was pierced lower, in the calf of the angel. It didn't even hurt them; it was a great shot, really.

You retracted your arm, proud of yourself.

Then, you simply went straight back to Heaven. Still, the sky looked so dark, and the rain started to pour down on your cheeks.

And you don’t know why, but a profound need to seek comfort made you look down one last time. The guardian had stretched out his wing for the demon to hide under. So thoughtful, so caring, so warm...

You left after your first match was a success.

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(Present days)

You later learned that matching an angel and a demon was strictly forbidden. You blushed at the thought, embarrassed. Yet you couldn't bring yourself to abandon the relationship. Well, now you had to be super efficient if you wanted that ship to sail at all.

You drank down your last glass of your favourite alcohol, paid for your decent amount of beverages, and wobbled yourself towards the Aziraphale bookshop.

You weren't always invisible when you dealt with them; you gave yourself plenty of time with them along the way. They were aware that you were an angel, just not the exact type. You don't think they mind your company, but you prefer to limit your interactions.

However, you were running out of time, and you really didn't want to miss a thing. You hummed the song that sneaked into your head on your way. Once you arrived in front of the door, you tried to stabilise yourself by resting your whole weight on it. And you tumbled down into the shop. In your defence, the door was always closed !

Aziraphale and Crowley both looked towards you, shocked. Well, Crowley was more amused than anything. You rasped into the carpet and pivoted your head to greet them profusely.

"Hellooo !" you exclaimed, your tone drowsy.

"Y/N ? Why, dear, what are you doing here ?" Aziraphale promptly came to your side, helping you up.

"On the floor ? Well, I obviously just fell," you jested. You felt weightless as Crowley joined you two to carry you somewhere other than the dusty floor.

"So, you heard about the End of the world, I presume?" Crowley asked. They both let you down slowly on your assigned divan. You felt a hand brush a lock of hair out of your eye.

"Mmh." You rolled on your side to face them as they sat down on the opposite side. You'll have to work on that too.

"Yeah, someone mentioned it..." you waved. A few moments passed in silence. You guffawed when you noticed the bottle settled on the table.

"Sorry, it seems I had a bit of a head start, but go on!" You laid down on your back. "I'll wait for you to catch up"

Aziraphale shot a slight disapproving look in your direction, pouting a little, while Crowley reached eagerly for the bottle.

"Don't mind if I do," he said as he poured himself a large drink.

Shortly after, the angel followed you two. Alright, setting up the mood... This silly matter is going to be settled in a matter of hours now! You were perfectly capable of doing so. Aziraphale raised his glass to you, and you flashed your teeth. They don't know what's going their way.

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And they didn't, because your smartass decided to evacuate all the liquor from your body by sleeping.

Now, as you wake up, they're talking about dolphins. Oh, sure, what adorable and romantic sociopaths they are. It's obviously the best choice of conversation !

"Everything will just turn into bouillaba-bouil... bouilla..."

You sat up, pushing away a blanket, and listened to those dorks trying to pronounce bloody "Boui-...llabai...." Well, that dish !

"Fish stew," you concluded.

"Anyway," Crowley said with a weary tone. "It's not their fault. And that's the same with gorillas! They'll say : 'Woop, the sky's gone red! Stars crashing down ! What do they put in bananas these days ?!'" His drunkenness struck you, and you realised what Armagadon really meant.

"All the creatures..." you started.

"Whether they'd be great or small..." Aziraphale ended.

You both looked distraught. You loved all those little things; you spent countless hours discovering every one of them. The first time you saw a whale, you got so emotional that you cried. Thankfully, you were underwater, so Aziraphale, who came with you that day, didn't see your unusual sensitivity.

"And there's worse ! When it's all over, we're going to have to deal with eternity !" he yelled, his voice squeaking like that of a chipmunk.

"Eternity ?" Aziraphale wondered, disoriented. He didn't quite understand why on earth Eternity would be worse than the End itself.

"You're just upset you won't be able to listen to musicals, while we will," you teased.

"And you'll miss my very constructive critics, especially on The Phantom Of The Opera !"

"You utterly roasted it !"

You were ready to argue your arse off, but Aziraphale had his own things to say.

"I don't like it more than you do. I can't disobey... I've got to do what I'm told... right Y/N ?" He asked for your support.

"Mmh nh.. Yes, sure, but I don't think they pay attention to these sorts of things." You suddenly gagged. You weren't sure that giving back the liquor to the bartender was such an idea, but you couldn't afford to throw up.

"Maybe we should sober up."

They both agreed and quickly got sober.

"Listen, even if I wanted to help you, we just can't." Aziraphale explained while glancing at you, once again to encourage him.

"It's true, Crowley, we're angels. We cannot interfere with God's plan," you said, lying back on the couch.

"But what about Satan's plan, mh ?" His red hair framed his head, and your eyes focused on his, snake-like and wide. His whole face was encouraging you to listen further.

"It's your job, right ? Thwarting the demonic plan. Encouraging humans to be "good", mmh ?"

"No need to quote..." you sulked.

"That's broadly what we do, indeed." Aziraphale conceeded.

"With that in mind, it would be totally reasonable for you to act on the birth of the Anti-Christ. To thwart my demonic influence on the child while he grows up. I'm the only one managing his evil upbringing. Against two angels with such pure hearts, I would highly struggle to stand my ground."

Wait up, two angels ? Uh, you were getting way too involved for the two of them to easily seal the deal. You needed a way out. Aziraphale was considering the idea, giving you enough time to hastily prepare a counterargument.

"M-mh, so much good energy would change the boy too much. Everyone will realise it. I think it's too much of a risk. No, it would be best if the two of you took care of him. You know, like, uh, godfathers !"

The pleased and hopeful look on the fluffy angel's face caused you to sigh in relief. Crowley, however, was frowning. You just grinned, gathering all your charm to erase any suspicion.

"Still, he's made to be evil; surely the influence of two angels wouldn't hurt."

Think of something. You had to get those two together !

"I'll be your safety net ! Assuring the Heavens that Aziraphale is doing an excellent job !" You gestured towards him, nervous and frantic. The angel flinched slightly but didn't say anything. You nodded and smiled before turning to Crowley.

"And ! I'll mess with other people's demon jobs ! Giving them plenty of things to keep their minds off the Anti-Christ's childhood." You clapped your hands and tied your lips together, praying it would be enough.

The demon was scanning your face, taking in what you just said and your attitude. Aziraphale then faced his friend and supported your plan by taking a place beside you.

"It would be safer and less noticeable." He placed a hand on your shoulder, and you looked up at him. When he noticed, he smiled in his reassuring way.

Meanwhile, Crowley had closed his eyes tightly, exhaling more air than normal humans actually had in their bodies. The dude's a balloon, apparently. His eyelids opened abruptly, and he offered his response.

"Ngh... fine."

Yay, victory.

"I can't believe I have to convince you to agree to a plan you created," you teased him.

"Er."

"It might work !" said Aziraphale happily. You hoped everything would go smoothly and that you could prevent the Earth from boiling, causing the destruction of either Hell or Heaven. You felt the angel almost wriggle next to you, and the demon smirked his way. Maybe it would be easier than you thought.

"Well, I'll be damned !" he exclaimed quietly. His brighting up the room.

"It's not so bad when you get used to it," Crowley answered mischievously.

And there it is. Hardships. Aziraphale lost his smile and looked at him with a warning. It really stuck in his craw.

"Crowley, don't they say thingz like that !" he scolded vigoursly.

"It's just a joke; don't make a big deal out of it." Crowley finally sat back, waving off Aziraphale's arguments. The angel took a step towards Crowley, standing in front of you. While he continued his rambling, the red head peeked your way and winked, obviously amused.

You rubbed your face with your hand but grinned as well. Easy ? Yeah, right.

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This is the first chapter of this series : "Two’s company, three’s a family"

I hope you enjoyed it and will stay around to see how all of this will play out.

Bye !

Parts : Next

[vicsbasement]

From what we’ve seen so far it almost looks like Carlos has been trying to make it easier for Charles? Take the chili plushie clip, Carlos is clearly teary eyed but he still tries to make Charles laugh. He is the one who’s hurting but he puts his own hurt aside because he notices that Charles is sad too and he has to make him laugh, because if there’s something else I’ve noticed in the past years is that Carlos loves seeing Charles happy

Anon! Firstly, are you the same anon from the other day? Let me kiss your brain, because I love talking about these boys so so so much and for some reason people really enjoyed the conversation we had. Anyway!!!! Let's talk about this for a second. Carlos is definitely having a hard time. If we're going blindly on the timeline, we have to assume Carlos knows about his exit from Ferrari ever since before the Dakar finale, (this is just especulation, though, because we don't know for certain) and he sort of, kind of, blew off Ferrari and the Maranello trials to go celebrate with his dad. Pretty sure he wouldn't have done this if he didn't have enough leverage on Ferrari because the trials at Maranello are SUPER important, but first, his dad just won Dakar at his age, and then he's like: well, I mean, I'm getting kicked out of the team anyway and I won't be active during the development of the next car, so, whatever, let's just do this,-- and he went and did it. That's my idea. He needed to be with his father because they all knew. I'm pretty sure they even knew during the training camp at Madrid / Portugal because he's surrounded by friends and already doing the absolute most to get in an amazing shape because he needs to be his best version this year. But-- then when he meets up with Charles again, Charles even feels blindsided. Because like I said previously, Lewis is Lewis. And he comes with sponsors and 7 world titles and his experience and all of a sudden Charles isn't really Ferrari's most important figure inside the team. So they're both trying to soothe each other. Because for the first time ever, Charles doesn't feel like the golden boy, he probably even feels like Ferrari did him dirty (that's what I would've thought, anyway) because who pays two or three times your salary to your second driver? Not any team, that's for certain. Carlos was stability for Charles and it's like his world was thrown off its axis. They were equals, similar in status, genuinely a good team. Charles feels bad and Carlos sees it, because he's lost his teammate, they were supposed to beat Ferrari's record of the teammates that lasted longer and now, well.

And Carlos knows this, and sees Charles handling it just as bad as himself and goes: well. If I don't have to think about this, and make him laugh, then neither of us need to focus on this, right? And the first challenge rolls around and he's tired but Charles is doing his best so why not sing until Charles' annoyed so he doesn't have to see how bone-tired Carlos is? He's sort of protecting Charles' heart by protecting his own. And then there's the little chili and I can simply see Carlos' thought process: this is the last first race of the year with Ferrari, and someone gifted him a chili. And he's chili and he's smooth operator and he's supposed to be fine, but his throat closes up and his eyes fill with tears and he doesn't want Charles to see him like this but it's so much. So he tries to laugh it off. And when he sees that Charles is also thinking the same thing he says, well. At least we're in this together. So he makes Charles laugh by saying he was a chili, too. We don't know what he means, but Charles is so fond and so filled with nostalgia that he laughs, anyway, even though his throat is dry and his eyes are filled with tears. And he gets to keep the chili plushie after Carlos reminded him they're supposed to part ways.

Remember Monza 2022? When Carlos completely ignored the woman who was guiding him to the back of the track so he could follow protocol? And he broke protocol to ask Charles if he was okay? Yeah, that's Carlos, to me. And I no longer feel like he's the only one capable of doing that for Charles, I really have seen Charles fight british and italian press and tell them to respect Carlos' last year in Ferrari, and I see Charles perfectly capable to soothe Carlos as much as Carlos has tried to soothe him. Because he's mourning in front of all of us, basically. And Carlos did go to Jeddah not only to help Ollie, but for Charles' sake, too. Did you see the smile Charles had on his face when they asked him about Carlos and he said that he'd called Senior and he'd told him that it was all okay and that he might've been going to the track later that day? He's doing that in front of all of us, showing us how much Carlos means to him. This is the best and worst time for Charlos fans right now and we have to deal with these two behaving like that for the rest of the year. I don't know how we're going to cope. Again, thank you for sending me these, because I just love to type until I don't make any sense.

[sheinsidemymindvro]

could you explain this entire situation because im only catching bits and pieces of it

im rlly confused :/

hey, so elusin is a woman aged 26. she makes music. at the start of september last year i followed her on ig. i didn't know it yet but she is psychic and by looking at a photo of me she used her ability to connect with my brain and she can see my vision, hear my thoughts and because psychics are in ones consciousness they can also manipulate electrical currents that we use to move around (how we function) they can send pulses to your body's muscles like an electrical massage machine and make the muscles tense. they use this to annoy me and to do things like give me headaches, and constipate me. elusin is a person that acts like she is nice but is a horrible ugly person and im not the first to be the victim of her and her sister and friends psychic attacks. my blog is made to bring awareness to my experience and to out her for what she is. ive decided that i will tell people around me about what ive learnt about psychic abilities. let me know if you wanna know more about other things ive learnt, when i followed her at the time i was a listener of her music and just started to learn how to make music. it has been a year since. for the first six months she kept silent on abusing me through non verbal abilities such as stopping me from sleeping, mimicking my voice to manipulate me into thinking her whispers were my thoughts. making my body tense to try and trick my brain into thinking its anxious. after six months of that she and her companion psychics went into full psychic attack, and i get all the abuse plus i have constant verbal attacks as long as I'm awake. elusin is obsessed with trying to destroy my mental health and has changed her sleep schedule to my own. she is in norway and i am in new zealand. she is a neet who receives money from her parents and lives in one of their spare houses. that is how she is able to do this to me regarding time. my music is what has kept her around for so long. she wants to copy it, but i have made it very difficult for her by raising awareness of what she is doing to me on the internet to leave records, aswell as posting demo versions of songs. I'm only a beginner and she has been making music for ten years. it sucks that my creative journey is starting like this but i have decided to stop making music until she leaves me alone so that she has nothing to gain by remaining in my mind. i have stopped completely for the last two or three months and am just waiting this out. she constantly taunts me with immature mockery and the easiest way to describe her is that she is 26 and is extremely stupid. what has stopped me from having my mental health damaged from this is realising she is an idiot. she revealed to me her identity because she thought i wouldn't talk about it. i deal with a 12 year old in a 26 year olds body is the shortest i could put it. I'm doing ok now, i've learnt to ignore her and the worst she does to me is keep me up night so that I'm tired at work. I'm staying strong and positive and focusing on other areas of my life right now. thank you for asking me about it, i'm here to share my story and what i've learnt about human psychic abilities. it sucks that she decided to use her ability to try and break people and make their lives worse. i know there must be a lot of psychics out there, and they aren't going to be like her. the things i describe are very real and if a psychic would read them they might be interested and check it out. once they connect to your consciousness, they feel your being as if they are you, and when that happens they know your thoughts as you think. which isn't so bad. when that happens they have access to also your memories and can look through them, its like how you are able to think about your own memories and know them. this means other psychics will become aware of what she is and what she has done. I feel like if there are any other idiot psychics going on psychic attack sprees for years, people are going to become aware that psychics exist, i hope to make a place where other people that have gone through similar experiences can talk.

[picturesdarkpurple-69]

AUSTRIA*GIVES THE WHOLE CANDY SHOP*

Thank you @j-ellyfish (let me know if you don't want to be tagged) for the help in understanding his character more! I haven't had many opportunities to write for him, so it took me a bit to get my thoughts together and hopefully y'all approve.

Candy bowl time below 🍬:

• candy corn – be overstimulated or edged?

- Edged, most of his partners seem to get a kick out of almost bringing him to orgasm and while he may complain, he can't deny how good it feels when he's allowed to finally blow his load.

• tootsie roll – in secret, be groped or grope others?

- Be groped, he's used to people getting handsy with him and isn't phased anymore when someone's palm slips a little low to grab his ass.

• peanut butter cups – watch porn or read erotica?

- Read erotica, he finds that some of it is actually quite tastefully written and it's more stimulating than the shody acting in most porn.

• redhots – ice play or wax play?

- Wax play, of the few times he's tried it (usually at the pleading behest of Miss Hungary), it's always been a pleasant experience, especially when it's dripped down his lower stomach or hip dips.

• twix – be watched or watch others get off?

- Be watched getting off, he's willing to push past his insecurities to give his partners quite a show so long as they give him the proper encouragement.

• snickers – join a gangbang or orgy?

- Orgy, there's less pressure to perform like in a gangbang and with an orgy he can just relax in a chair and get his dick sucked with little effort.

• bubblegum – tits or ass?

- Tits, he's not one to say it out loud, but he adores getting the opportunity to feel up a lovely pair of soft breasts.

• jolly rancher – receive or give oral?

- Receive oral, it's one of the few acts he'll actively request of his partners and he's kinda known for being a little selfish in the oral department.

• skittles – watch themself in the mirror or listen to a recording of their voice?

- Listen to a recording of their own voice, insecure in his looks, he'd rather listen to his voice then see what he looks like when orgasming (even though his partners tell him they love it).

• licorice – roleplay sexy nurse, sexy teacher, or sexy maid?

- Sexy maid, he likes the fantasy of someone willing to service him at any moment (and he gets the benefit of someone cleaning his house).

• kitkat – wear shibari or a chastity belt/cock cage?

- Chastity belt/cock cage, being forced to wear one, having to keep himself composed all day, it gets his heart racing just thinking about how much he'll need to beg to be let out.

• m&m’s – gasp and groan or scream and moan?

- Gasp and groan, he can be a bit self-conscious about how he sounds, so he makes an effort to keep himself quiet most of the time.

• lollipop – missionary or doggy style?

- Missionary, it's physically easier to do for his lazy ass and he likes the closeness it brings between him and his partners.

• dots – film a sex tape from a distance or take up close nudes?

- Film a sex tape, he'd rather not do either, but at least with the tape it would show less angles and his face would be harder to see.

• almond joy – cum in or on them?

- Cum on, less annoying to clean.

• laffy taffy – do they masturbate on their own or use a guide?

- Use a guide, when masturbating, he likes to have a little help getting there, just turn his brain off and do as instructed.

• whoppers – change their first time or keep it the same?

- Keep it the same, it wasn't bad, he had a good time, and it doesn't feel like something worth it to change.

• gummy bears – have a partner with premature ejaculation or erectile disfunction?

- Premature ejaculation, even though it's not his fault, he'd struggle to not take it personally if he couldn't physically arouse his partner.

• milk duds – dildo or vibrator?

- Vibrator, less clean up, faster to cum with, and can sometimes make enough noise to hide his own voice.

• smarties – overpower their partner or be overpowered?

- Be overpowered, he's more of a submissive in bed and will let others take the lead.

• nerds – be with an experienced partner or virgin?

- Experienced partner, he would rather have someone who already knows what they're doing over needing to teach someone the basics.

• swedish fish – put on lingerie/bondage wear or be completely nude?

- Lingerie, it's more aesthetically pleasing, especially on the right partner (he means Miss Hungary).

[thetimelordbatgirl]

TFW Lily’s streams are just five fucking hours of her stroking her own monstrous ego and the same six fucking parasocially obsessed abuse-enablers keep telling her everything she wants to hear over and over and over again until the sane part of your brain just shrivels up and DIES. They’re literally trotting out the lie that Orchard’s videos are supposedly being show in FUCKING COLLEGE CLASSES again, and it’s just the most deranged, painfully unhinged shit you’ve EVER fucking heard.

Lily’s streams are just the most purely tortuous crap to fucking get through. It’s a gross, disgusting abusive monster getting off on people lying to her about how she’s the greatest and most important force in the world. It’s five fucking hours of the WORST main character syndrome you’ve EVER goddamn watched and IT. NEVER. FUCKING ENDS!!!!! I felt like I was losing my fucking mind. I have a TON of newfound respect for whoever records and goes through these streams to clip out the important shit. Because so much of it is the abusive, predatory narcissism and DARVOing Orchard typically fucking vomits out, just done on a loop for hours and hours and HOURS on fucking end!!!! She should retitle that “Hangout Zone” screen she shows sometimes to the “Feed My Moon-Sized Ego EVEN MORE My Real Stalkers”, because that’s literally ALL. THEY. FUCKING. DO!!!!!!!! No wonder she struggles to get even THIRTY views per fucking stream, I imagine ONLY the most heavily obsessed and glazed-eyes losers could stand to sit through the longest fucking ego trips required weekly by a delusional incestuous predator just so she can feel good about herself for a couple fleeting minutes at a time.

Yes, Nooblord was there posting EVERY 30 FUCKING SECONDS. Why do you ask???

....No offense, anon, but reading this as someone who literally avoids Lily's streams like the plague, has me like:

Like...for starting orders...ignoring the whole Lily basically stroked her ego the whole time and everyone in the stream enabled it because that is sadly not a surprise anymore even if it is annoying as fuck and makes you wanna scream, what the fuck do you mean they claiming Lily Orchard's videos are being shown in classes??? Which fucking teachers would either show their students Lily's videos or let their students show the class Lily's videos??? Because not even Lily being a media critic excuses that because Lily isn't even that, she literally complains about the same thing in each media she 'reviews': plot/lore, the nearest white character, often a boy, that gets attention from the plot, the creator themselves often, the fandom for doing shit Lily don't like and if the teacher didn't turn the video off at Lily inserting lies about her life into the video and making incest commentary, that point is it really a class that teaches you anything???# Because if her videos were shown in my media classes, I wouldn't have learnt the shit I did in those classes. Like the desperation to make Lily feel so big and right in what she says when acting like classes would risk fucking up their lessons with her videos, like...

From what you said though and clips of streams I have seen around though, gonna agree with you with the renaming the streams because is it really a hang out zone when the only thing you do is lie and hype up Lily and feed her ego as she goes on about acting like her critics/victims are the ones in the wrong not her and also throws in incest shit at times???

[hanayori89]

We Meet Again

*Castle Town*

"Mr.Link, I-I swear to you, Mr.Link! I swear, I haven't seen Y/N since that day at the lake!" The mention of Y/N made Link tighten his grip on Aryn's arms. Which were conveniently pinned to his back as his body flailed around on the cold marble of Castle Town's ground.

"This isn't about Y/N. Though I have half a mind to turn you into Princess Zelda and get your sentence reinstated. Hyrule Castle's prisoners are much less friendly than wherever Mayor Bo placed you. I can promise you that."

Aryn threw Link a cocky grin from over his shoulder. Link could tell something was brewing in his pea brain. Something that would most likely make Link angrier than he already was. "You know, Mr.Link, you can't fault me for making a move on Y/N. Judging from the way you're always around her, I think you would like to be under her skirt just as much as I would."

Suddenly, the alleyway began to cave in around Link. A flash of heat trickled down his body, he could see nothing but black.

"SHUT UP!" Link shouted. "SHUT UP AND DON'T YOU DARE SAY HER NAME AGAIN!" He grabbed his other free hand, pushing Aryn's cheek hard into the marble. Hoping its ragged texture would scrape his annoying face.

"Now, you listen to me," Link threatened. "I know that through the Hyrule court system, you were released on bail from harassment charges. I want to know who released you!" Link could feel his skull beneath his fingers. Hylia, how he wanted to squeeze until he heard a crack. "Don't even think about lying either."

"Mr.Link! You're hurting me!" Aryn huffed in disembodied grunts. Link released his harsh hold on Aryn's head. "Don't give me a reason to hurt you again." Link warned.

"If I tell you everything, will you promise not to turn me into Hyrule Castle? Please? I can stay out of trouble. I promise!"

"You're bartering with me? Of course, you'll stay out of trouble. You don't think you're under surveillance? One little slip, and you'll be rotting in a damp and moldy cell in the basement of Hyrule Castle. Do I make myself clear?"

"Y-yes, Mr.Link. Loud and clear." Aryn relaxed underneath the force of Link's hands subduing him. "You are right. I was let out on bail. The person who let me out cut me a deal and paid my bail. But, well, this will hit close to home. I don't want to be under Mayor Bo's wrath."

"So, you prefer to be under mine?" Link snarled impatiently. "Do you need to be reminded that I am the appointed knight directly under Princess Zelda herself? That to be sentenced under her would be severely harsher than anything Mayor Bo would do to you."

"Ilia." Aryn's confession was exactly what Link feared. "Ilia was there when I was brought in on a harassment charge against a villager in Ordon. I harmlessly flirted with this girl. When she paid me a crumb of interest, I tried to cash that in for a whole cake instead. The girl reported me directly to Mayor Bo. Ilia happened to be there helping her father with upcoming ballot information for the election. That's where I found out about your upcoming matrimony. I knew you were Zelda's right-hand man; I couldn't believe you'd marry someone like Ilia. I was given a house arrest sentence after serving some time in Ordon's prison. Ilia came to me, seeing as my record was otherwise pristine. She offered me a plea bargain as well as her part in giving me bail. I was to help her... well, that's where things got muddled."

"Muddled, how?"

"Mr. Link, I won't say this directly. I will warn that the ballots should be recounted. That's all I'll say. Anyway, Ilia wanted me to be in charge of "marking" the ballots. When, you know who, showed up in the village and Mayor Bo ordered you to accompany her to Castle Town. Ilia didn't like it one bit. She wanted me to investigate. When she came into my shoppe on her own accord, it was too good to be true. The day you were both in town and you walked away, I took it as my chance to sneak in. She looked upset. A damsel in distress. I talked her into the date. Ilia made me a promise that I could do whatever I wanted with her without repercussion. She didn't want her near you. When you showed up at the lake, well, I told Ilia. She was worried about you catching on. She warned me today that you'd be in town under the dictum of the princess. But Ilia suspected you might pay me a visit and advised I close up shop to be safe."

Zelda was right. Goddesses, even voter fraud? Does that mean this wedding is a smokescreen for a bigger crime being committed? I've known Ilia my whole life. How could she do this?

Link gently lifted himself off of Aryn. "You're dismissed." He turned away without a single word. As Link sulked down the alley over the betrayal, Aryn hollered, "T-that's it? What now?"

Link didn't bother to turn around. Link was disgusted at the fact that he could so callously take advantage of a woman. Or maybe deeper yet, Aryn made Link disgusted with himself. He was no different. He did want Y/N. He wanted her so bad. And he wanted her to want him in the same way, and she never would. 

Because she couldn't feel.

"You stay out of trouble. Hopefully we don't meet again." Link walked out of the comforting shadows of the alley and back into the light of day. The information he was just told rolled around in his head and disintegrated like a tumbleweed on sandy terrain.

I'm not the type of man to drink. But I need a drink.

He thought of Telma's statement about visiting more. He did just see her. Maybe she could tell him if there was any difference in Ilia as she recovered her memories. Link was desperate to believe any just cause of Ilia's actions. Maybe she had an unhealed traumatic brain injury?

Link sauntered up the familiar street to the outside of the bar. The commotion in the streets seemed to have come to a halt. Zelda was most likely aware, but he couldn't worry about that right now. 

He opened the door to the bar and stepped inside to hear the maundering conversations surrounding him. Link saw a girl standing behind the bar, pouring mead. He figured it must have been Telma's new employee.

She turned around with a tray of drinks in her hand, greeting Link. "Hi! Welcome to-"

Link's heart was in his throat.

Y/N? Y/N is Telma's new employee?!

Her eyes were open in alarm, like the day he saw her in the spring. A loud crash infiltrated the friendly atmosphere of the bar chatter. Telma appeared from behind the back. "What in the world?"

Y/N looked at Link. She lost all color in her flesh, looking sicklier than she did in her Twili pallor. She put her hands on her chest. Link saw that she was grabbing her shard.

No! What if she returns to the Realm of Twilight again? I can't lose her again. I can't!

"Y/N!" Link began to run towards her.

And Y/N began to run far away from him.

*

You were incredulous. How in Hylia's name had Link found you at Telma's? Did he know every single inhabitant of the light? 

You weren't ready to face him. Not yet.

You remembered the emergency exit in the kitchen that Telma had shown you. You ran through it, with Link's yelling trailing behind you.

"Y/N! Wait! Please don't run away!"

The air was scarce within your lungs. Goddesses, you never had to run in the twilight. Maybe it would be wise to start participating in exercise. You went to duck behind an open door of a shop. Instead, your foot caught on the curb. You went flying forward.

You shoved your arms outward to break your fall, only for a pair of ripped arms to gather around you, pulling you onto your feet.

Link placed a hand around your mouth. "This does not look good. Please just come with me." Link walked you around to the back of the shop. You could hear the shopkeeper yell from the front. "What's going on out here? Damn kids! If I tell you again, I'm getting the castle soldiers down here! Quit your noise!" He slammed the door with an obnoxious thud.

Link stood in front of you. His body had yours pressed against the wall. He kept one hand over your mouth while the other was behind your head, cushioning it from the concrete. His eyes were puddles of exhaustion.

"If I pull my hand away, promise me you won't yell? Y/N, I'd never, ever hurt you. Please don't run from me again. Not to mention, I can't take much more running today."

You weren't sure what Link meant by the last part. You felt something uncomfortable bloom between your legs at the roughness of his body cornering yours. Then you thought of the dream. A shiver shot through you. You looked at your feet, unable to meet his gaze.

He slowly lowered his hand. "There. Are you cold?" He pulled his tunic off, giving you a front-row seat of his buff body that had been hiding beneath it. He had on a layer of under armor and chain mail. You hadn't even noticed he wasn't in his typical rancher outfit up until now.

You couldn't stop yourself from staring at his chiseled chest. Whatever feeling was dominating you; you didn't like it. You felt completely silly losing your train of thought over a boy. Link isn't just any boy; he's the Hero of Twilight. Those muscles themselves are proof of it. Link held his tunic out towards you. He followed your gaze to his chest.

A slight crimson found its way onto Link's face. "Ah. This is my warrior tunic. I had some business here today. Never imagining I'd run into you ... with Telma none the less."

You continued to stare at the tunic, speechless. When you finally found your voice, the only thing you could muster was, "I must return to work."

"Y/N, please. I know there's a language barrier between us at times, but I feel we really need to communicate better. I'm supposed to accompany you on your journey. How am I to be of service if you don't tell me how you feel?"

"Tell me how you feel."

Was the dream some kind of weird premonition? It couldn't be. Not with Link's marriage, but a week away. You felt your bottom lip wobble. The ugly sobbing from when Midna held you threatened to reappear.

"Hey." Link took your face in his hands. He softly moved a strand of hair from your face. The concern was visible in the expression he wore. "It's ok. I'm sorry I wasn't there. When you passed out. I couldn't get to you. It was the worst feeling to watch you fall. To not be there for you. And about Zant-"

He lovingly tilted your head upward to meet his eyes. "I don't care that your Zant's daughter, you're Y/N to me. Though, I will apologize again for the cards that were dealt."

You found a laugh somewhere from within. "Cards? Link, you know I don't know what that means."

Link followed your lead and smiled back. "The cards you were dealt is an expression for what you were fated with."

"Then... is it wrong that I choose to give myself a new hand? That's why I am working with Telma. I want to not be worthless. I want to find my way within the light. And I thought maybe I depended on you too much, that I was a burden to you."

"What?" Link's arms were around you before you could blink.

"You're not worthless, Y/N. Don't ever say something like that. If you want to work to gain experience, I will not stand in your way. But will you promise me that you'll come home? Because for someone who thinks she's worthless, you are the one who is making my life worthwhile."

You pulled yourself back in astonishment, gaping at Link. Had he just said what you thought he said? You made his life worthwhile? The Hero of Twilight? That he wanted you to come...home?

"Alright. I will come home." If home is where Link was, you'd happily return home. You realized Link hadn't released you from his arms. You also realized you weren't struggling to be released. You both stared at each other. The only communication to be had was the contentment glowing in both of your eyes.

"Link."

"Y/N."

You could feel his face inch closer to yours. The image of Link kissing his way up your arm flashed before you once more. You wanted to feel the blending of your flesh against his. Something euphoric began to control you. You were just a powerless pawn to the yearning of your heart. You closed your eyes.

You felt yourself clamoring for the feeling of his lips. You were almost on the brink of begging when a frantic shrill accosted you both.

"Y/N! Link! What is the meaning of this? "Telma stood in front of you both. Her hands were on her hips in a bold demonstration of authority.

What was the meaning of this? You weren't sure. But one thing you were sure of...

You almost kissed the Hero of Twilight.

A/N: Edited 1/8/23

With Link hot on Ilia's trail of corruption and deceit, he's also hot on something else.

Now that you're reunited with Link, you can continue on your path to conversion. However, the magnetic pull of longing is only getting stronger. With the wedding still looming on the horizon, it seems the biggest threat you face is that of the hero's lips against your own.

Check out my other completed Zelda OOT work- No Woman Beyond

[pawsitivevibe]

Good Training Habits

So I heard dogblr wants to talk about dog training again? Here's me trying to start a discussion but failing and actually writing an essay oops.

In my most recent class, I just had a discussion with my students about what I call "good training habits." These are essentially things you can do to make your training more consistent, and therefore better and kinder to your dog.

The examples I talked about with them:

Warm-up routines:

These are super important for any training. I don't necessarily do a full warm-up for my sporadic 3-5 minute training sessions, but when I'm preparing to go into a class, any session involving obstacles/equipment, or a trial, a real warm-up is a must. A good warm-up prepares your dog's body and mind for the more intensive work you're about to do. Having a consistent warm-up routine also tells your dog what's coming: if you always do the same warm-up, they begin to expect what follows. And that's a good thing! You want your dog to anticipate things, you want to shape their behaviour through consistent expectations! Dogs love patterns! It helps them figure out what you're asking of them. Confusion can be a real killer for good training, you want to try to make your training as easily understandable for your dog as possible. Confusion leads to frustration and shutting down. I use different warm-up routines for every sport/activity I do, so my dog can start getting their brain and body into "agility" or "rally" or "scentwork" mode. Some people use the same warm-up routine for everything, and that can work well too! Your warm-up does 3 major things: gives your dog the "cue" that more intensive training is coming, focuses their mind on you, and prepares their body and warms up their muscles.

Cooldowns:

Having a routine for AFTER your class, training session, or competition run is just as important as a warm-up. You're bringing your dog's brain and body down from the high. You're letting them know that you're done, they can settle down, relax, and let their focus slip away. You're not going to put them back in a kennel right away after putting more intensive pressure on their minds and bodies. They need to stretch, calm down, have a good sniff.

Logs:

Keeping written training logs can be immensely beneficial to your training. Why? Well, it's that word again! CONSISTENCY. You can really track your dog's progress, see where they are improving most, where they're backtracking, what things you can work on, what's easier and harder for them. You get a much stronger picture of your dog's progression, which can be so so nice to look at when you're feeling discouraged and like your dog ISN'T progressing. It also shows you what YOU are doing. If you track your training, you are tracking YOUR training, what YOU are doing/asking/handling/cuing. That way you can make sure what you're asking/cuing/handling is the same every time. Consistency! And you can see what's not working, and if you should change how you're asking/cuing/handling instead. Let's say for example that I'm teaching my dog to stay. When I ask my dog for their behaviour, I hold my hand out like a stop sign and say "stay." But then, next week when I'm practicing the same thing, I flap my hand at my dog and say "wait." I get annoyed when my dog breaks. But I shouldn't, because I'm the problem. I'm not being consistent in my cues. My dog doesn't actually need two separate cues if I want the same behaviour. I can change my cues, but I have to pick one, not use both interchangeably if I'm asking for the same thing. But hey, I don't remember that that's what I'm doing. Well, I would remember if I wrote it down! In my handy logbook! Or my online spreadsheet! Or whatever works best. But a written record is such a good thing to keep for training.

Other good training habits: keeping new behaviour sessions short, varying your rewards, going back to reinforce "solid" behaviours, videoing yourself, paying attention to your gear handling, upping your criteria one step at a time.

What are some "good training habits" you practice or aspire to?

[xokohaneazusawa]

Hihi congrats on the milestone (again) wanted to join in on this since yesterday but kept forgetting until now BUT i finally got my brain to get around to it! Can I get a matchup for either bllk or bsd?

My pronouns are she/her but I rlly don’t mind any, and my preferred name (online at least) is dor/doro/dorcie/whatever variant of dor someone comes up with. I don’t mind any character tbh! Anyone BUT shidou bc i hate that ugly FREAK😠!!!!!

My likes are all over the place… i’ve been enjoying thrifting a lot recently, especially w my friends. I also like record stores and second-hand book stores (i think they smell good). Uhhh i’ve been obsessed with the legend of zelda and splatoon since i was like… 7? Very dear franchises to me. I love reading and writing (duh) and also online shopping! Also i love walks. Long walks, short walks, idcidc if i can walk somewhere I’m happy. I have a sweet tooth but recently i’ve been enjoying rlly bitter things?? Black coffee is surprisingly enjoyable?? But i still love sweet stuff especially cherry or strawberry flavors yum. Also coffee smells so good…

Dislikes BLEHH. i hate annoying people i hate close-minded people and i have a great dislike towards people who over consume. Snakes are nasty EW WHY ARE THEY SO SLITHERY WHY DO THEY MIVE LIKE THAT i hate snakes… ew. I’m also insomniac so i don’t like that… also tiktok influencers more than half of them suck booty and irk me

Hobbies.. writing ofc, painting occasionally, idk if the gym counts but. I love the gym. !! My personality is ENTP and i’ve been told im a dun person to be around or talk to. A few of my friends call me an orange cat??? If that counts as a personality trait. I’m lazy sometimes but other times i’m doing like 20 things at once on a whim cause why not

Love language (giving) : acts of service 100% i love doing things for my friends and when im in a relationship. Quality time is up there too! Physical touch is 50/50 tho it really depends on my mood.

Love language (receiving) : quality time fs i love quality time its so dear to me

Idk how i’d describe my appearance tbh? I’m pretty tall, like 5’7 and a half? I think? Last time i went to the doctor thats what i got😭 mid length dark brown hair and hazel eyes, also an athletic build cause i’m rlly active. I think my aesthetic is somewhere between vintage and grunge? I’m kinda basic sometimes too it depends on the day, yknow?

Sorry for writing an essay 😔

I think you'd go well with...

Kunigami Rensuke!

-> Off the bat, you two probably met at the gym or when you both were out walking! After that he started finding times to talk to you before he eventually asked you out! -> The cutest little gym dates every once in a while, along with taking walks and going to little nearby bookstores and even thrifting places, once he learns you like that stuff, he's be so happy to accompany you really anywhere! -> Understands about your dislike for close minded people, and luckily as long as there isn't anything wrong with what you're doing then he's totally there to support you in whatever you do! -> Tries to help you in any way possible with your insomnia, even staying up with you if it helps in any way, even if he normally tries to get 8 hours. He doesn't wanna just leave you awake, especially if he can help in some way -> Loves having conversations with you, especially since you have those traits of being social and a fun person to be around, and when he sees you trying to do a bunch of stuff at once he'll always try to help you out. He just doesn't want you to get too overwhelmed with doing to much -> Doesn't quite understand why you like doing things for him at first, but once he realizes that it's how you show your love it's really heartwarming to him, and he might ask you to get him stuff more times on purpose just because, and with the 50/50 on touch, he gets it. He doesn't constantly like being touched either but whenever you wanna hug or just to cuddle together he'll never say no!

I think you’d go well with…

Chuuya Nakahara!

-> Loves taking you out on shopping dates whenever he's not busy. Bookstore? Sure, he could always also use a new book. Old record store? Who doesn't like music. Even just walking around while window shopping is so much better with you around. Though you might have to take Elise with you every so often! -> He'll end up going with you to the gym every once in a while, he doesn't always have the time but when he does it's not a bad thing to do. Though sometimes he'll just kinda watch and do barley anything, normally it's because he's still kinda sore or beat up from a past mission -> Your personality types work out pretty well, you being an ENTP and him as a ESTP, showing that you have pretty similar thoughts and feelings about things which makes it a little easier to understand each other! There may be a couple things you disagree on but he'll at least try to understand your side and hopes you do the same with him -> Also has a dislike for closed minded people, so he's always willing to complain or listen to you when you come across one, and he totally gets it and will get pissed off, even if he wasn't there -> Actually really likes that your love language is acts of service, it not only helps him when he needs something but also the fact that it takes a lot of stress off him if he has you helping him! Of course he'll never take it for granted and he always reminds you to take a break, and he'll help you whenever he can as well. Also in the same boat with being a 50/50 on physical affection, it's nice every once in a while but especially with his job he can't always be around to hug and do things like that. But he makes up for it by trying to be around as much as he can when he is around!

[omnic]

just came back home from the dr ...... sadly, once again, feeling dismissed. my pelvic pain is decreasing, which is aligning with what the CT scan suggests. my left ovary is inflammed, but they also noted that i had "epiploic appendagitis" which can cause a sudden, severe onset of pelvic and abdominal pain, but resolves itself over time. but none of these are explaining why i've been having these strange sensations, balance issues, extreme fatigue, vision problems, decreased cognitive ability, so on, so forth. the dr said all my bloods and urine tests came back normal, and in her words, "i don't want to over analyse you, because i think you're pretty healthy!"

she asked a few more questions, hum and hawed a bit, mentioned offhandedly about waiting to see if these issues resolve or get worse, and if the latter, she'll order a brain scan. then she looked into my record (i've been going to this clinic for prob about 3 or 4 years? so a lot of information is stored in their system across the various drs i've seen) and..... she saw i have mental health issues.

SUDDENLY she changed her tune. she was all "i want you to see a psych" even though i'd seen a single psych consistently for over a year last year and she thought i was doing great mentally to the point where the mental health clinic is hoping to discharge me to a GP (of course this doesn't mean i can't relapse, etc. etc.). like my last appointment with them was last week and they'd been hoping to discharge me to a GP then and there because of how well i was going mentally

the dr said she'd prefer me to see a psych before coming back lmfao and when i mentioned tahlia, my psych i've gotten well on really with, she was like yeah see her she'll be able to tell better if this isn't normal :) like excuse me i'm telling you something isn't right...... tf

literally having mental health issues and diagnoses and having physical health troubles is so frustrating. so many times the doctor will squint at your record, see mental health diagnoses, and be like. ah-HA. mental health problems! (dusts hands) everything is solved! i'm so smart and intelligent!

like i am SO annoyed. i know my body enough to know something is wrong

[percyaugod]

Any more brother from another ooze things?

(Sorry for being a lil annoying about it lol)

(Also should I be 🐢 anon? Lol)

You're not being annoying, don't worry. ^ ^ If that's what you want, sure. If you do is there any particular way you want me to read it? My brain immediately cycled through the icon itself, Turtle, Green, and Shelly.

When first fighting Tiger Claw Donnie yelled at Casey not to try to catch him by the time, that children's song is for entertainment and not education! Casey isn't going to!… now.

Donnie starts off kind of quiet, with more seething anger since he's used to hiding from the neighbors all day. After a while of being with the others underground where he can be as loud as he wants, they realize how angry and loud he can really be. On a bad day, they think he honestly rivals Raph. Meanwhile, Donnie feels great because he's letting out stuff that's been pent up for years.

There will be no tearing apart of the Donnie. The moment he notices something is off with April that crystal is hidden away. When she becomes aggressive looking for it it's as good as shattered.

He did take a risk knowing it might be his end though. Getting her alone on the rooftops and setting up a recording to automatically send to the others if he did die.

He knows how close she is with the others and that they'll foolishly try to calm her down or reach her. If she's buying help and shattering it doesn't work at least he'll be the one she goes after. It'll be a warning to the others so they can run and hide, maybe come up with a plan to stop her.

When Karai tries to join the family Donnie is there to try to help with the integration process. He's been here for months and still barely understands them, give it time. You don't have to accept Splinter as your dad just because you're related. You do have to accept he's better compared to the walking-talking cheese grater though.

Since Karai bonds more with Donnie she ends up staying with him and Casey. Angel always wanted a big sister! : D

The first time Karai tried to sneak out the parent senses went off and Casey and Donnie's parents caught her. How!? She's a highly trained ninja! She's completely silent!

[aro-aizawa]

genuinely wish that people truly understood the severity of memory issues, especially when the person is neurodivergent because oh boy is it so scary and annoying and frustrating. i want to grab everyone i meet by the shoulders and specifically emphasize just how bad my memory is effected by two different issues (depression & adhd)

like i'll have had a passing thought about something, and like ten minutes later i'm like "did i do that or did i just want to do that?" like i have a ton of unconscious actions that i have to hold back a lot for example.

a very specific example is that when i read fanfiction if a character is expressing an intense emotion i'll usually replicate it myself. like if a character feel visceral disgust my body kind of replicates it as much as it can so my body will tense and shudder and i'll screw up my face. obviously this makes reading in public a risky move. because with my adhd if i want to process a story i have to focus on it 100%, and so i'll lose track of my surroundings and/or things i need to keep in mind so it's a struggle to remember i need to not do that in public.

but that's not even the peak of my issues w my memory issues because i'll have an added layer of whether i emulated what a character did if they yelled or made a loud noise because i suddenly have a weird feeling in my throat as if i did. but i have no memory of actually doing it, or whether i thought about doing it. who knows maybe my body is just doing the emulating thing and making it feel like i'd feel after yelling?? who knows!! definitely not me!!!!

and its so scary to have those moments of "i can't remember if i did that". it's like walking up a high staircase and missing a step, hitting the stairs if you didn't catch yourself in time. it's all the unconscious things that you do without thinking and having a complete blank on whether you did it or not.

it's having conversations with people when your brain is too tired and at the end of it you either have forgotten everything you talked about with them, or you have a memory that's so questionable you wonder if you made it up or not. thus having to repeat the whole conversation again. and because this isn't just a rare occasion that it happens either, you will irritate people with it. no matter how many times it happens, and no matter how much the other person tries to understand it will be irritating a lot of the time.

i feel like i have to wear a body cam 24/7 so that i can have a record of my life that doesn't rely on my memory that has enough holes in it you can use it to drain pasta. i want to have full recollection of my actions without having to backtrack like an hour to make sure that i actually did something or if i imagined myself doing it. i want everyone to understand that while my memory issues are inconvenient or annoying to you, they are terrifying and infuriating to me.

no i don't use "i forgot" as an excuse. i try to do everything i can to not use that phrase except for when i actually forget something but no one fucking notices because my memory is so shit that i say it so much. and people brush it off because that's the generic "i don't want to explain why i didn't do x so i'll just give a halfhearted excuse".

and the thing that bothers me the most is that it's never going to go away. sure maybe i'll find ways to deal with it as i get older and i work with trained professionals, but i'll never be able to manage it perfectly so it's not even there. i'll always have to deal with this terrifying aspect and i'll always have to deal with people brushing off my terror as me "being lazy and making excuses".