#g-eetings I can answer

[g-eetings]

Do you have any art of Akio?

I actually don’t, sorry! I’m really not an artist😅

I mostly just write, I haven’t written about akio yet but I have tons of info I just think about

EDIT: check the reblogs for some akio art a friend made!!

[eggs-can-draw]

The post you rebloged just now reminded me of Makoto

First drawing you made normal then we have perfect blue Makoto

It’s a pipeline of which I emerged. Normal about Makoto Naegi

[ask-winston-byrd]

WOAH IT WORKED- Oh my gosh!!! Hello to the both of you! how do you guys feel??

Ex-Ex-Exhausted,,

After some adjusting time though, I should introduce myself!! I am Winslow Winston Byrd! Has a nice ring to it, right?

May-aybe in-in-in-in due-ue time they'-ey'll get their-eir own Tumb- own Tu- Tumblr, but fo-fo-for now, we're-we-we-we're shari-ing.

Since-nc-nce he'-'s finally-ally o-o-o-ok with show-owing his f-f-f-face after hi-his ide-ide-identity was reve-revealed, me-e-e-e-eet Bug-g-g, my-y long-ong time-ime-ime Anonymo-mo-mous A-A-A-Assistant. So-o I guess-uess yo-o-ou can ask-as-ask us all-ll from now-ow on...? How-ow-owever, I wi-ill still b-be the automati-automatic and ma-main answerer-rer here sin-since it is my-my-my blog. HA. HA. HA

-Winston Byrd, Public Relations Representative

( @plantgamingtf2 )

[neptuniadoesstuff]

My part lol

(may or not be very long so yeh this is why it's here) vvv

Noir:

QnA

She doesn't really know. She's more neutral tbh.

Not really. She doenst even know the geographic of Tamrial itself other than that of the Isles. Which is not apart of Tamrielbut then again I'm not sure if geographics are even taught.

Her DemiPlane is pretty similar to the Mortal realm, but with some hints of random stuff not seen in the Mortal realm. One of them being strange pastel crystals which is actually syrup coming from strange white trees. It's main region is the square (aka the village/city She created from her mind) but there are other regions but she... doesn't really talk about them at all. (Unless it one of those regions where she keeps a certain Dunmer in)

HCs

This may or may not be true- I however didn't really do much with her lore so-

She doenst even want to touch em or be near them. So she just let's Mirage (her 2nd dad thing aka Caretaker) do the work. Minus the fact he uh.... is a menace doing so-

Y e s . J u s t y e s . (Well she does still blink just not when she's staring at someone who just committed to worse crime to her eyes)

Dr. Jeremiah Cyberthorne:

QnA

He focuses on mathematics, machines/tech, & biology

Not really, Especially during the war he became pretty paranoid that he & the ppl he's close to will die. (This paranoia has lasted since his great grandmother died from a freak lab accident)

No one knows why he was chosen. Although some speculate that his family have a very close bond with the Royal family for generations.

HCs

Y e s (but isn't a hoarder bcs he has 2 D R A G O N E T S A T M )

Prob

I can't deny or agree with this... but let's just say... he may or may not does-

Isma:

QnA

When she & him were still well... Humans, they met at a Cafe. That's really it tbh. (Bcs Isma can't really remember when or how since it's been quite a long time she's been ded)

She has, but decides not to, bcs Malice WILL KNOW! (Speaking of Malice, ill get to him soon)

Isma comes from a Arabic/Egyptian background. (Yes she can speak Arabic) So she thought it be a nice name to name the child since 1) it's a Arabic name, & 2) she thought it was pretty

HCs

Actually she does have a rattle, although she can make the rattle go silent bcs she can

I really dunno how to answer this tbh. (I can't think rn)

Hmmmm maybe

E.N.A:

QnA

She has many times. But primarily for mission bcs her creator, Dr. B, is paranoid that she'll suffer the same fate as his duaghter, Ina.

They became fused with the fragments of Ouroboros, which turned them into monsters. (Also bcs She wanted to have some control in her life w/o being considered "a robot" by the others)

Shes mostly human (bcs her brain is still intact minus the fact the lower half of her human body was turned into mushed meat). But she does have a inhumane ability which is to basically copy whatever fragment that is from a primal god & turn it into a weapon mortals can use.

HCs

This is all true. However the scientists do wear anti-shock suits when near the "AIs".

She can still somewhat feel it, but only fragments of it. (Which makes her embarrassed on why she's so different from the others)

This is all true. While yeh still has her past memories, they're pretty blurry in the sense of... Well... She's frikin unded, & was sorta ded for awhile before being turned into the AI we know today.

NOW ITS MY TURN TO ASK THE QEUSTIONS!

Peter:

QnA

Has he told Isma that he's trans?

How does he feel about being a messenger for Harmona?

Has there a instance of someone looking at him like they would want to make a meal out of him bcs well... Bird

HCs

Possibly very scared of reptiles unless it's his wife.

Very much sorta paranoid that he forcibly shelters his kids but doesn't realize it at all.

May or may sleep during the day, but mainly due to stress in the time he should actually be sleeping.

King Malice:

QnA

What is his opinion on common/normal foods that isn't the stuff he would eet/drink all of the time?

Has he EVER murked someone over a small insult that was made to him?

Has he ever been a relationship with anyone during his reign as the God of Beauty & Violence?

(Extra) How does he feel about being called "Adder" (aka his original/mortal name) by Harmona?

HCs

May or may not dabbled in cannibalism before.

Despises Vallah bcs he think he's better than her EVEN THOUGH she can spite him in a instant.

Has a "Sober" form where he basically is tired 24/7 & his jelly reverts to a normal grape flavor & his hair becomes a blonde. Also is a pale white color with eyebags. (Only will happen when he isn't allowed wine for a certain amount of time)

Gynaephora:

QnA

How did she feel about her father dying?

Has there been other dragons she met in RoR?

Does she wish to go back how things originally were before being the queen later in life?

HCs

Likes making snowmen for funsies

May or may not wear a cute lookin hoodie.

Over all a complete gremlin who may or may not be seen "annoying" by others

Mr. Casanova (FNV Alt):

QnA

So like... how in the world di he become a White Glove? & if there's a reason why, then why?

Does he enjoy eeting other humans? Is it bcs of the taste or smtn else?

How did he form his group/gang?

HCs

Possibly knows about Sanchi's lil crush on him but doenst talk about it bcs why not

He likes to name his weapons after types of flowers, but primarily roses.

Will often have his hair down when under complete stress or very depressed. (Also I think he may or may not tie his hair in different ways just bcs)

Q & HC Swap W/ @neptuniadoesstuff

Noir:

Questions

What are her opinions on each of her (close) relatives?

Has she been to many of the provinces? If so, what are her thoughts on the ones she’s been too?

What is her demiplane like- or, even, what are its regions like if there’s variety

Headcanons

Her magic grows unstable during extreme emotions- more and more so, to the point that if she ever has panic attacks er watch out- random objects will be summoned and flying around everywhere- or spikey ice shield or smth

Hates spiders- buut is a bit overkill when it comes to small ones, and will cast full on fireball on a daddy long leg

Literally doesn’t blink unless using it in a ‘what the heck’ sort of way

Cyberthorne:

Questions

What field(s) of science does he primarily focus on?

Does he leave the city he’s in often?

How / why was he chosen specifically by the queen?

Headcanons

Loves plasma lamps- probably owns like a dozen (could stare at them for hours)

Uses really long words- not to sound fancy he just likes them- then gets confused why nobody understands what he’s saying

… May lick salt lamps, tho he wont confirm nor deny this

Isma:

Questions

How exactly did her and peter meet? (Since methinks we only planned Diamondback and petrus’ meeting?)

Has she ever considered running away from Malice with Peter so they can finally be together without their respective gods breathing down their necks?

How did she choose her daughter’s name?

Headcanons

Despite not having a rattle, when she’s angry somehow shaking her tail produces a rattling sound (funky spirit stuff)

Can easily scale walls with her claws- and her footsteps are completely silent

Pupils grow bigger or smaller depending on lighting and focus like a cat

E.N.A:

Questions

Has she ever left the lab? Was she allowed to- or was this completely against the rules?

Why did she eventually decide to take down those who made her?

Is she more human(?) or robot? Does she have any inhuman abilities due to her cyborg parts?

Headcanons

Really prone to giving people static shock- and also despite eating, can technically survive off sunlight or electricity.

Genuinely struggles feeling texture- kinda jealous that some people can pet fluffy animals and actually really feel the… softness?

Randomly gets flashes of her past life in dreams and nightmares- and considers them well, just that… except oddly vivid with a side of deja vu

[dcgal814]

Songs Tag Game

Rules: Tag 5 people you want to get to know better. Answer the provided questions!

Tagged by @thestarbirdfromtheashes and @crollah - thanks, ladies! I loved reading your answers <3

Relationship status: Married - 7 years this Fall :) 

Favorite Colors: Lavender, Turquoise, and Coral

Top 3 Ships: Nick x June, Pacey x Joey, Rory x Jess or Peeta x Katniss tied for 3rd

Lipstick or Chapstick: I honestly can’t remember the last time I wore lipstick but I have chapstick in literally every jacket pocket and purse I own :) 

Spell out your name with songs:

Okay, music got me through childhood and I consider it one of the loves of my life so there is no possible way I can only pick 5 songs for “DCGAL” so I cheated and added 3 more for the “814″ 😂❤️

D - “Down in the Valley” - The Head and the Heart C - “Can’t Help Falling In Love” - Ingrid Michaelson version G - “GO!” - Santigold ft. Karen O A - “A World Alone” - Lorde L - “Landslide” - Pick any version but my favorite is probably the Dixie Chicks one 8 (E) - “Eet” - Regina Spektor 1 (O) - “One More Light” - Linkin Park (sobbing) 4 (F) - “Fields of Gold” - Eva Cassidy version

Tagging: @teamnick @supermessgirl @skyshipper @splitscreen @aperture

[tamarinfrog]

Unwanted House Guest Special - Playing Your Tiles Right

insightsfromagameplayer submitted:

Belladonna Saltbush sat looking bored out of her non-existent skull.  She had been here for 3 hours on a weekend and was absolutely restless.  As she sat, her leg twitched incessantly as if primed to bolt at a moment’s notice.  “Remind me again,” she said monotonously, “Why are we doing this again?”

Arnick Stilton was studying the board in front of him and rubbing his chin in contemplation. Without turning to face Belladonna, he answered, “You asked me to think of a team building exercise we could all do, and quite frankly, sir, I wish you would have said something earlier if you had something else in mind.”

Cyanthia Laguiole had rested her chin in the cradle of her intertwined fingers and had a small, barely noticeable smirk on her face.  “Oui, eet was yur suggestion aftair all,” she said with a palpable French accent, “And quite frankly, I’m rathair enjoying zis.”

Tetrox Gorgonzola stopped staring at the ceiling in mind-numbing boredom long enough to frown at Cyanthia.  “Well GOOD for you, sugar,” she said sarcastically, “Ain’t nuttin’ I like more than wasting my time sittin’ ‘round a dang old board game.”

Arnick looked up and glared at Tetrox who was sitting across the table from him.  “It is Not a ‘dang old board game’, Tetrox, this is Scrabble!” he chided, “It’s a several thousand years old game once played by humans to enhance their communication skills and vocabulary. Many of the most brilliant minds of ancient human civilization used to play this,” he said before going in for the stinger, “And it wouldn’t kill you to spend some time expanding your horizons a little.”

“Oh yeah?” Tetrox quipped, “Well if them humans was so smart, then how come they ain’t around no more?”

“Got that right!” Bella said with a smile before giving the Octoling to her left a high five.

The look on Arnick’s face made it quite clear that he didn’t appreciate his team building efforts being undermined by his own team captain  She had asked him to think of something that was simple, could be played by 4-players, and would increase their critical thinking skills which are essential when in the midst of a Turf War.  It didn’t take him long to think of something, but with the mess Tetrox had made by going through his things so many times, it took Arnick quite a bit of effort to locate all the pieces to his copy of the classic game.  A little appreciation for the effort he’d put in to make this game day happen was something Arnick desperately wanted, but knew he wouldn’t get.  

At least, not from Tetrox and Belladonna.

Cyanthia on the other hand, was a different story.  Behind her ice cold, stoic face was a brilliant mind that was as sharp as a tack. As satisfying as it would have been to make a clean sweep with each Scrabble game against the girls, Cyanthia was proving to be a more than worthy opponent.  She had won the last game with the word “Couture”, and she also tended to slip in smaller words like “Chic”, “Depot”, and “Genre” that made word placement much more difficult.  It wasn’t just that she had a broad lexicon of words memorized, but she was choosing where she placed her words carefully to ensure that she got the best bonuses such as triple word score and block off attempts for other players to get them.

In the back of Arnick’s mind, he thought it was nice to see Cyanthia enjoying herself.  She always was the most cultured of the three girls on the team and this game was right up her alley.  Tetrox and Belladonna on the other hand were the ones who would benefit the most from some critical thinking exercises.  Or at least they would if they bothered to put some effort into their word choices.

Tetrox had tried to get away with “DeezNuts” for using all of her letters for a 50-point bonus, but Arnick wasn’t having it.  So instead, Tetrox settled for “Nut”, which barely scored her any points, and the only reason Belladonna scored higher on her turn immediately after was because she changed it to “Nuts”.  Now it was Arnick’s turn again and he wanted to show off somehow.

Arnick had pulled the ‘X’ tile out of the tile bag and just needed to find a good word to use it with.  He wanted to score enough points that would impress even the disinterested Tetrox and Belladonna.  Looking over his tiles, Arnick tried his best to think of as many words as he could that would get him a high enough score to not only win, but to demolish everyone else so utterly that there would be no way they could come back from behind. Unfortunately, nothing seemed to work, so given the pattern the girls had laid out already, he decided to take a stab and went with…

“Peanuts!” Arnick said as he added a ‘P’, an ‘E’, and an ‘A’ to the “Nuts” that were already on the board.

“Peanuts!?” Tetrox said somewhat bemused.

“Peanuts,” Arnick said back with a smug grin.  Sure it may not have been the cleverest of moves, but it still gave him more points than Tetrox or Belladonna had earned in their respective turns.  The only problem now was that it was Cyanthia’s turn and already she had gone back to her cold, calculating, featureless expression that she usually wore on her face as she began to think carefully.

“Oye,” Belladonna called out, “Can you actually do that?”

“Do what?” Arnick asked.

“Use the same letters more than twice?”

Arnick mentally rolled his eyes, “Yes, sir.  As stated in the rulebook, there is no limit to how many times a combination of letters on the board can be used so long as it creates a new word and does not inadvertently create something that is not a wooooooooooo…” he trailed off.

Belladonna and Tetrox looked at each other for a moment before turning back to Arnick. “Something that’s not a wot now?” Belladonna asked.

Arnick apparently didn’t hear her as his lips were still pursed in the middle of saying the word, “word”, and his eyes were wide open as he looked at his arrangement of tiles.

“Uhh… you okay there, Nicky?” Tetrox inquired.

Arnick is usually someone with a quick comeback and witty response, but he was far too detached from the conversation around him.  He was too busy staring at what he could only describe as the perfect word, staring him right in the face: “Dioxide”.  The letters just so happened to be arranged in just the right way on the tile rack to literally spell it out for Arnick.  “This is it!” he thought, “It’s PERFECT!”

“OYE!”

“Hmm?” Arnick raised his head innocently enough as though he hadn’t a care in the world.  His eyes were beaming and he had a smile stretching from cheek to cheek.  

Belladonna was looking rather annoyed.  “Don’t go off daydreaming now, you boofhead!” she said as a matter of fact, “Keep your head in the game.”

Arnick nodded in full agreement, “Oh!  Yes! Quite right!”

“Parfait,” Cyanthia said as she placed her tiles on the board.  Starting from the ‘P’ in “Peanuts”, she played downwards and racked up a double word score, triple letter score on the ‘F’, and was pretty pleased with herself.  She wrote down her score on her scorecard and motioned that it was now Tetrox’s turn.

Tetrox, however, was far more interested in Arnick than she was on the board.  Or to be more specific, she was interested in the look on Arnick’s face.  It was a look she had seen before, and knew exactly what it meant.  “So… got anything good over there, Nicky?” she said with a big, toothy grin.

Arnick practically batted his eyelashes in mock innocence.  “Me? Noooo… No…” he fibbed, “Just… wishful thinking, really.”

Tetrox wasn’t buying it for a second.  “Uh-huh… that why you look like the Judd that ate the canary?” she teased.

Belladonna chuckled, “Got that right.  If this were poker, I’d be folding right now.  Come to think of it,” she asked, “Can you fold in Scrabble?”

“I’m afraid not, sir,” Arnick said with a million G smile, “Oh, but don’t worry!  I’m sure there’ll be plenty of opportunities to throw a spanner in the works.  Just need to plan your moves, and words, carefully!”  Arnick’s enthusiasm was shining off of him like polished chrome as he was quite confident that nothing Tetrox or Belladonna could do with their limited vocabulary to block off his “Dioxide”.

“Oui, zat eez true,” Cyanthia agreed.

Tetrox was too amused by Arnick’s blatant smugness, and had the perfect come back.  “Well shucks, Nicky, I ain’t seen you that pleased with yourself since that time right before we done got hitched.”

THAT got Belladonna and Cyanthia’s attention as they slowly turned their heads to Tetrox.  Arnick was still smiling but could feel the color draining from his tentacles once again.  He wasn’t sure, but he had a bad feeling he knew what Tetrox was talking about.

“You wot, mate?” Belladonna asked with genuine surprise.

Cyanthia was also perplexed, “What do you mean by, ‘itched, exactly?”

“NOTHING!” Arnick blurted out in a panic, “Nothing at all!  Just some-some… silliness!  That’s all!”

“Ain’t nuttin’ silly ‘bout tyin’ the knot, sugar,” Tetrox said with a playful grin, “You went all out makin’ a girl feel all welcome what with that bottle of rum, candlelight on the beach, an’ everythin’.”  Arnick was sweating bullets as Tetrox knew full well she had him wrapped around her finger.  “Made me feel all relaxed that I never even noticed when you slipped that little something in my drink.”

“YOU! DID! WOT!!!???” Belladonna shouted as she stood up out of her seat, ready to grab Arnick by the collar of his shirt and punch him all the way to next week.

“IN A GAME!  IT WAS ALL IN A GAME!  I DIDN’T ACTUALLY DO ANYTHING!  I SWEAR!” Arnick practically shrieked in a panic.  Very rarely was Belladonna ever truly pissed off, but having been on the receiving end of one of her beat downs at least once before, Arnick knew that making Belladonna mad was never a good idea.

Tetrox began to laugh and Cyanthia sighed as she turned to Tetrox.  “Vairy funny, Tetrox,” she deadpanned, “Now what really ‘appened?”

“Ha Ha!  Okay.  So… So Nicky’s got this game of his that’s like all military role playin’ an’ stuff. He was this big shot Admiral of his own fancy navy ship and I was the mean pirate queen he was chasin’, okay?” Tetrox explained, “So this one game we get down to when we’re about one ship each an’ Nicky here’s tryin’ to be all diplomatic tryin’ to get me to surrender.  He tries slippin’ a mickey in my drink to knock me out an’ capture me, but… hee hee hee…” Tetrox giggles to herself, “But… But Nicky rolls a one and ends up marryin’ me instead!  HA!”

Belladonna finally sat back down as Arnick breathed a heavy sigh of relief.  She was looking fairly amused.  “Now how the bloody shell did that happen!?”

Tetrox shakes her head as she smiles, remembering that Wednesday night fondly.  “It’s a long story, sugar,” Tetrox says, “I’ll have to tell it to y’all some time.”

“Sounds like a real corker!” Belladonna said as Arnick began to relax a little now that he was no longer moments away from having his windpipe crushed.  From the look on his face, he was more than ready to move on to something else but Belladonna wasn’t about to let it go just yet.  “So how come I never heard about this before?” she asked while turning to Arnick.

“I’d rather not talk about it,” Arnick said defiantly, “And Tetrox, if you’re not going to play, then say something already so we can move on with this game!”

“Easy there, sugar,” Tetrox said with a smile as she picked up some letters off of her tile rack, “I ain’t skipping my turn.  Get a load of this!”  Building off of the ‘T’ in “Peanuts”, Tetrox spells out “Knot” on the board, using up three tiles.  “May not be worth much, but given how this here conversation’s going…” she pauses while giving Arnick a coy wink, “…it’s all I could think of.”

Belladonna burst out laughing, “HA HA HA!  TOO RIGHT! Guess Arnick here’s not such a dipstick after all!  HA HA!” she says right before giving Arnick a friendly punch in the arm that knocks Arnick right out of his chair and onto the floor. Tetrox laughs too as she watches Arnick fumble his way back into his seat.

Arnick has his usual scowl on his face again as he retakes his seat.  “Go ahead… Laugh it up, you she-devils,” he thinks to himself, “But we’ll see who has the last laugh!”

After her laughter finally died down, Belladonna grabs a few tiles and places them on the board to spell out “Cake” using the ‘K’ in Tetrox’s “Knot”.  “Piece of cake,” Belladonna says with a smirk as she turns to Arnick, “Now let’s see this bonzer word you got up your sleeve!”

Arnick glances at the board and thinks carefully.  As much as he would have loved to get the 50-point bonus for using all 7 of his tiles, he could still score a pretty impressive score using 6.  The ‘I’ in Parfait could be used and it would also allow him to get a Triple Letter Score on the ‘X’ to make it worth 24 points. Looking at the girls seated around the table, Arnick smirks and is ready to show them all what he can do.

“Dioxide!” he proclaimed triumphantly as he laid his tiles on the table.  Tetrox “oohs” at the fancy word as Arnick began to tally up the score. “That’s 16 points plus the Triple Letter bonus on the ‘X’ to add an additional 16, bringing it to 32 points total!” Arnick put his hands on his hips in a show of victory and looked confidently at the three girls around him. “Try and beat that!”

If past experiences had taught Arnick anything, it was that he should never,EVER, under any circumstances, tempt fate.  Fate has bit him in the butt more than a few times and unfortunately for Arnick, he didn’t remember that until about 2 seconds after the words had left his mouth. It was now Cyanthia’s turn, and by the time Arnick turned to look at her, she already had a tile in her hand and placing it on the board.

“Dioxides,” she said coolly as the ‘S’ she placed on the board landed right on top of another Triple Letter bonus.  “Zo, Dioxide by itself was Thirtay-Two, plus ze ‘S’ wairth one point, with anothair Triple Lettair Bonus to add an additional two points to mak Thirtay-Five points total.”

Arnick’s pupils shrank as he realized that he had been bested once again by his teammates.  With the addition of a single letter, Cyanthia was able to take Arnick’s success and make it her own.  His eye began to involuntarily twitch and for a moment, it looked like he was going to go into one of his signature long-winded, angry rants.  But suddenly, his face droops and with a heavy sigh, Arnick stood up and began to walk away from the table.

“HEY!  Where yah goin’?” Tetrox called out.

“Out,” was all Arnick said as he grabbed his jacket from the closet then proceeded to head to the door that led out to the patio balcony.  The three girls watched as Arnick opened the door and stepped out into the breeze.  The cold air seeped into the room for a moment; just long enough for all three girls to feel a slight chill.  After closing the door behind him, Arnick slumped over onto the railing and looked out towards nothing in particular.  He reached into his jacket pocket and felt the small packet of cigarettes and lighter that were in it.  Arnick pulled them out, grabbed one of the cigarettes, placed it in his mouth, then gave it a light.

He inhaled and took a deep drag on the cigarette as he saw the sun just about ready to start setting in the late afternoon sky.  The days had already begun to grow shorter and the temperatures were dropping rapidly. As he looked out into the city, he began to think to himself.  “Well, Arnick,” he thought, “congratulations on embarrassing yourself in front of your team. Again.”  He took another puff of his cigarette before continuing his train of thought, “Why even bother trying to do something new and interesting with them if all it does is make you look like a complete idiot?”

He took the cigarette out of his mouth and lightly tapped it against the railing to knock off some ash. Even though three pairs of eyes were looking at him through the window, Arnick didn’t seem to care much about whether anyone saw him or not at this point.  “It never fails,” he thought to himself, “Whenever I try and introduce something that is of even the slightest interest to me or might prove valuable to the team, one or more of them is going to be uninterested or good at it enough to mop the floor with me.  Or both.”

He stuck the cigarette back in his mouth and gazed out over the railing, not noticing the sound of the door opening and closing behind him.  He chuckled to himself as he thought, “One could argue that those three have completely emasculated me, but that would assume that I had any masculinity capable of evisceration in me to begin with.”  He chuckled to himself again, even letting out a small audible laugh, “Of course, if machismo like that results in nitwits like Jonquil, then who needs it!  Good riddance if you ask me!” he said to himself before taking another puff of his cigarette.

“Penny for your thoughts, sugar?”

Arnick turned around and saw Tetrox standing right behind him.  She was wearing her usual Octo T-shirt and sporty bobble cap, not bothering to put on a jacket for the cold.  He took the cigarette out of his mouth and scowled his usual scowl before saying, “And what, pray tell, do you want?  Come to rub my imminent defeat in my face?”  

Tetrox shook her head, “Nah, I just thought I’d keep yah company out here.  Ain’t nuttin’ wrong with that now is there?”

Arnick exhaled a puff of smoke into the air and sighed, “No, I suppose there isn’t.”

Tetrox leaned over the railing while standing next to Arnick.  Inside the apartment, Belladonna and Cyanthia were watching the two roommates talk, but couldn’t make out what they were saying from behind the window glass.  “I told her to tell that whacker to take that cancer-stick out of his mouth before I get to spewin’!”

“I didn’t think she was goeng to tell ‘im to stop, anyway,” Cyanthia added in, “Tetrox nevair ‘as been good at leestening to ordairs.”

Belladonna huffed, “I reckon, but I’ve told that drongo a million times to quit with the ciggies before he makes himself sick!” she said as she began to make her way to the door.  “And I’m going to be mad as a cut snake if he up and carks it because of that bull dust!”

“For someone zat just punched ‘im out of ‘is seat a few minutes ago, I’m surprised you care zo much about ‘im,” Cyanthia said with her usual cold and monotone voice that could somehow be both blunt and sharp at the same time.

“I care about the team, Cyanthia!” Belladonna said somewhat offended, “Team Toxink is the Ant’s Pants and our ink is worth bottling, even if Arnick is constantly whinging all the time about this or that!”

Cyanthia looked at Belladonna for a moment or two as she took in both the words that she was saying along with her Amazonian physique.  Even when angry, Belladonna always seemed to have a statuesque posture that Cyanthia couldn’t help but admire.  This, unfortunately, could sometimes be a distraction for her as she responded to Belladonna with, “I’m sorry.  I didn’t catch zat.”  Belladonna looked somewhat dumbfounded that Cyanthia wasn’t able to keep up with her, but Cyanthia simply shrugged and said, “You ‘ave a bad ‘abit of using all zat slang een times like zese.”  Deep down, Belladonna begrudgingly agreed with Cyanthia.

Outside, Arnick and Tetrox were looking out over the skyline as Arnick’s cigarette was now half way finished.  The two had been standing in silence for a couple minutes as Tetrox tried to think of something to say to break the ice.  “So… Dioxide, huh?  Never would’a thought of that one, sugar,” Tetrox complimented.  “Y’all pretty good at this, huh?”

Arnick scoffed, “Hardly! If I was, I wouldn’t have let my own word be used against me.  I should have held out for an ‘S’ so I could have made it plural before anyone else.” Arnick sighed as he stared off into the distance, “Now Cyanthia is going to win another game just like she always does.”

“Now don’t go beatin’ yourself up too much, sugar.  If’n I recall, you won a few games yourself there, right?” Tetrox said while trying to steer the conversation to a more positive tone.

“Yes,” Arnick half-heartedly agreed, “But right now she’s winning at a rate of about two thirds of all of the games we’ve played and I’ve only won about a quarter.”  Arnick took another drag of his cigarette and held the smoke in his mouth for a moment before finally exhaling in a successful attempt to blow a smoke ring.  A nasty though then passed through his head.  Arnick pinched the bridge of his nose and winced which Tetrox noticed immediately.

“You all right there, sugar?” she asked innocently.

Arnick turned to her and gave her an, “Are you serious?” look on his face.  “Do I LOOK like I’m all right, Tetrox!?  I’m out here standing on a balcony by myself smoking a cigarette and questioning why I’m even still on this team.  It seems like anything and everything I try to do never runs according to plan, making me wonder why BellaDonna keeps a prat like me on board,” he complained, “Does that sound like all right to you?”

“No, but c’mon Nicky,” Tetrox said with a smile, “Y’all know this team just wouldn’t be the same without yah!”

“Oh yeah?” Arnick chided as he gave Tetrox’s words some minor thought.  He came back with, “I suppose you’re right!  Without me to kick around like some abused butt sea monkey, Bella will have to recruit some other poor sap to fill the void.”

Tetrox looked closely at Arnick’s face and blinked.  The far-away, despondent look in his eyes gave her a cold chill, cooler than the air and wind around them, that ran straight up her back. “Y’all really feel like that?”

“Why shouldn’t I!?” Arnick shot back, “All I seem to be good for is comic relief!”

“Now that just ain’t true, sugar,” Tetrox protested.

“Oh please,” Arnick groaned, “Spare me your pity, Tetrox.  With Belladonna’s strength, Cyanthia’s brains, and your…” Arnick hesitated, “…cunning and energy, then what exactly do I contribute to the team that one of you lot doesn’t already?”

Tetrox frowned and pouted. She then snatched the cigarette out from between Arnick’s fingers, ground it into the metal railing, and then flicked the cigarette butt onto the pavement of the apartment parking lot below. Arnick looked quite dismayed and annoyed, but Tetrox wasn’t going to have it.

“Arnick Samuel Stilton,” Tetrox said with authority, “Shame on you for not givin’ yourself enough credit for all the good you’ve done for everyone!”

“GOOD!?” Arnick said incredulously, “Are you mad!? Hardly anything I do these days could ever remotely be considered ‘good’ by any definition!”

Tetrox was starting to get annoyed at Arnick’s defeatist attitude.  She remembered the look in his eyes when he was sure that he was going to win, and found herself missing it greatly now that it was no longer there.  “Alright, sugar… if that’s the way you wanna play it, then fine!”

“Does this mean you’ll leave me alone?” Arnick asked with mock hope in his voice.

“Shell No!”

“I thought not,” Arnick sighed.

“Now look, Nicky, earlier y’all was talkin’ ‘bout how Cyanthia was winning like two outta three games and how you should have waited before you showed your hand, right?” Arnick nodded in response. “Okay,” Tetrox continued, “Now Me, Belladonna, an’ Cyanthia… ain’t none of us able to look back at what we did and think about it the way you think about it!  If it was just little ol’ me, I’d be doing the same dumb things over and over and over again until the sea cows come home!  But not only can yah see when you goof up, you can see when any one of us goof up too-“

“That’s not saying much,” Arnick interrupted.

“Hush, sugar,” Tetrox interrupted back before picking up where she left off, “You can see when any one of us goof up and then tell us what to do or what not to do so we don’t goof up a second time!  Now that ain’t something just anybody can do, either. Cyanthia may be smart an’ all, but she ain’t half as good at explaining things like you can.  Bella may be as strong as a runaway freight train, but how’s she gonna put her strength to good use without somebody at the switch to make sure she’s on the right line!?”

Arnick half-nodded, half shook his head, showing he was still not entirely convinced.

“And as for me… Honey…” Tetrox paused as she thought her next few words carefully, “I wouldn’t even be here today if it weren’t for you.”

Arnick looked at her and scoffed, “Seriously!?  ‘I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for you’!?  HA!” Arnick looked away back to the horizon before saying, “And you call ME melodramatic.”

Tetrox pouted, “It’s true, Nicky!  If’n it weren’t for you; I’d probably be roaming around Octo Valley somewhere doing who knows what!”  

A memory flashed through Tetrox’s head for a split second.  She remembered her friend Ingrid and how she was sent on a mission to infiltrate Inkling society several months ago; possibly even a year by now.  Ingrid was successful in hiding her identity thanks to her unique skill, but, in a way, she was too successful.  She became enamored with Inkling society and didn’t want to return to her role as an Elite Octoling.  She wanted to stay in Inkopolis forever and enjoy the good things that Inklings had.

But when she revealed herself to the person she thought she could trust the most…

“For all I know…” Tetrox began to say aloud, “…I could have wound up like Ingrid.”

Arnick knew exactly who Tetrox was talking about.  Arnick motioned to take another puff of his cigarette before remembering that Tetrox had thrown it off the balcony and that he actually didn’t have anything in his hand. He sighed and leaned against the railing, “I highly doubt that,” he said quietly, almost under his breath.

“Well think about it, sugar,” Tetrox said as she began to walk to Arnick’s other side, “When I got here, I had no friends, no place to stay, no nothing!  Then you come along and offer me a place to stay-“

“Against my will!” Arnick interjected.

“-Took good care of me-“

“If that’s what you call eating me out of house and home,” Arnick butted in again.

“-and most importantly, you accepted me for who I was from the get go!”

“ACCEPTED!?” Arnick blurted out incredulously, “In case you’ve forgotten, I wasn’t exactly thrilled with the idea of you participating in Turf Wars period let alone joining my team!  Not to mention that it is one thing to live through having you as a house GUEST, but to have you as a flat mate is something else altogether.”

“Yeah, but I grew on yah, didn’t I?” Tetrox asked with a smile, “We got to know quite a bit about each other in that one week, y’know?”

Arnick raised an eyebrow in Tetrox’s direction and snarked, “Like how you tended to drink directly from the juice carton instead of using a glass and then put said carton right back in the fridge?  Or how you would leave your undergarments and unmentionables lying around your room instead of putting them in the hamper where they belong?  Oh and let’s not forget about how you got your jollies teasing me any chance you got!”  In the back of Arnick’s mind, he reminded himself that Tetrox still teases him.  “Oh yes,” he continued, “I’d say I got to know you quite well during that week, and what pray tell did you learn about me?”

Without missing a beat, Tetrox responded in rapid fire, “I know you’re grumpy, stingy, high-strung, uptight, cute, loud, mean, honest, grouchy, pessimistic, and…” Tetrox hesitated as she thought, “Am I leaving anything out, sugar?”

“You can add ‘depressed’ to that list,” Arnick deadpanned before what Tetrox had said finally registered in his head, “Wait… did you say I was honest?”

Tetrox beamed, “Sure did! If there’s one thing about you, you ain’t afraid to speak your mind.  If something’s bothering you, you sure as heck let people ‘round yah know.”

Arnick wasn’t convinced, “And how does that make me ‘honest’, Tetrox?  With the way you put it, it makes me sound like some sort of whiny kid!”

“Easy there, sugar, I was getting’ to that!” Tetrox said with a smile, “Point I’m trying to make is that you ain’t got nothing to hide from anyone.  Y’all are true to yourself and everyone around you, even if it means talking nasty and calling folks out for their bull.  Don’t know about you, but that takes a whole lot of guts and gumption.  Ye’re a whole lot braver than other people I know.”

Arnick was blushing a little at the compliment, “I don’t know if I’d call it ‘brave’-“ he said before Tetrox cut him off.

“It sure as heck is brave if the person ye’re talking to is BellaDonna!  Girl so strong she could hit you into next Tuesday if she wanted to, and you an’ I both know she can carry one shell of a grudge if’n you get on her bad side,”

Arnick huffed, “I do NOT speak ill of our team captain!”

“Aw c’mon now, honey,” Tetrox shrugged, “Ain’t you the one that convinced her to get us all together for this game night tonight?”  she asked before Arnick turned his head slightly to look away, “Convincing that girl to do something like this has got to take a lot of… whaddya call it… car asthma?”

Arnick rolled his eyes, “KA-RIZZ-MAH, Tetrox!  Charisma!” he corrected.

“Yeah that!” Tetrox said, “And that other thing you just did there too!”

Arnick looked puzzled as he turned towards Tetrox, “Other thing?  What other thing?”

“You telling me that I was wrong, sugar!” Tetrox said with almost pure glee.

Arnick shook his head, “I didn’t say you were Wrong, Tetrox.  I merely gave you the correct pronunciation.  That’s all.”

Tetrox looked into the distance with a slight sigh, “I dunno.  Maybe ye’re right that it ain’t no big deal or anything, but… to me at least…” Tetrox began to think about her childhood and reminisced.  “Look, y’all remember I was raised in an orphanage, right?”

“Yes,” Arnick replied.

“Well back then, there used to be this one caretaker at the orphanage who was as nasty as Fugu and dumb as a sponge!” recalled Tetrox, “She could say one thing and then 30 seconds later say the exact opposite and believe both at the same time.  Any kid, or heck even a co-worker, that tried to correct them on just about anything got a lesson in hard knocks, if’n you know what I’m saying.  Far as she knew, everything she said was right an’ everyone else was wrong.”

“Good Cod!  How could they even hire such a person!?” Arnick asked.

“Far as I know, she was the daughter of some big wig that owned the orphanage or something, so ain’t nobody wanted to say anything to them.  Even if they weren’t afraid of the beat down they’d get, they were afraid of what her dear ol’ daddy could do which would have been worse.  If you was a kid, you was scared to death ‘bout getting kicked out.  If you was one of the other workers there, then you was scared about losing your job,” Tetrox explained.

“YEEEUUGGHH!” Arnick gagged in a show of disgust, “Sounds absolutely dreadful!  I can’t imagine what growing up with such a brute for a caretaker must have been like.”

“Tweren’t fun, I tell you what,” Tetrox agreed.

Arnick nodded with her before stopping, blinking once, and then turning to Tetrox, “Pardon me, but wasn’t the whole point of this conversation to go over how I’m the reason you’re still here?  I do believe we’ve gotten a bit off track.”

Tetrox nodded back, “Yeah… ye’re right.  Guess what I’m tryin’ to say is that I’m here ‘cause I wanna be with you!”

“Ah!” Arnick said as a matter of fact before a rush of color ran up his face, “W-w-w-wait…”

“I mean I know I don’t really show much appreciation ‘round here, but I’ve learned a lot from you since I began living here.  Makes me wish you was my caretaker instead of that sea monster we had way back when,” Tetrox said.

“OH! You want to be with me because… I’m a tutor… of sorts… right…” Arnick trailed off.

Tetrox whipped around and smiled at him, “Nah, sugar.  I wanna be with you ‘cause I like you!  ‘Round you I don’t have to pretend to be something I ain’t, or be all scared that there could be some other side o’ you that’s all fire ‘n brimstone.  Not to mention ye’re all kinds of cute too! Did I say you were cute?” Tetrox asked as she thought to herself, “I’m pretty sure I said you were cute.”

Arnick felt his face grow warm and began to wish he could zip up his Hero Jacket replica even further to hide the glow on his cheeks, “If you did, I-I-I hadn’t noticed!” he stammered.

“Well you are,” Tetrox said softly as she wrapped her arms around Arnick from behind, “An’ it is a cryin’ shame you can’t see that yourself, sugar.”

Tetrox hugged Arnick closer to her as he began to feel the warmth of her body on his back.  He froze up and didn’t move an inch as Tetrox brought her hands slowly upwards from Arnick’s waist.

“SACRE BLEU!” Cyanthia loudly gasped as she covered her mouth with her hands.  

She and BellaDonna had been watching everything unfold through the window.  BellaDonna was pleased when Tetrox tossed Arnick’s cigarette away, but when she stayed out there and started talking with Arnick, Bella was curious as to what the two were talking about.  She would have cracked the door to the balcony open a bit and tried to listen in if it weren’t for Cyanthia commenting that it would be rude to do so.

A few minutes later, their faces were flush with color as Tetrox embraced Arnick out on the balcony.

“OH, ACE!” BellaDonna cheered, “And here I thought they were having a blue!  C’mon Tetrox, crack onto him!  Show ‘em what yah got!”

Cyanthia turned to BellaDonna with a slightly flustered look on her face, “Puh-Puh-Puh-Perhaps we should be going now!”

“Hang on! Hang on!” BellaDonna complained, “Gotta make sure dipstick here doesn’t knock back Tetrox’s advances!”

BellaDonna peered out the window just in time to see Tetrox spin Arnick around to face her before reaching her arms around his neck and bringing him in for a rather intense kiss. “HA!  TETROX YOU LITTLE RIPPER! NOW THAT’S A FAIR DINKUM PASH RIGHT THERE!” she cheered.

Cyanthia stood wide eyed as she watched her two teammates lock lips.  It wasn’t until BellaDonna turned and walked away from the window that Cyanthia snapped out of her stare.  “Where are you going!?”

BellaDonna turns to Cyanthia with a mischievious smile, “Don’t want to be a stickybeak hanging around here, right?”  Cyanthia had no idea what BellaDonna was talking about, but nodded in agreement anyway.  “Right! So let’s make ourselves scarce ‘case those two come in to have a woomy!”

Cyanthia blinked, “Have a… what?” she asked innocently.

BellaDonna smiled like a predator spotting their prey, “Heh!  I’ll tell you aaaallll about it on the way back!” BellaDonna said as she ushered Cyanthia out the apartment door.  BellaDonna locked the door behind her and made a mental note to stop by again tomorrow with a present.  She was thinking a cake might be appropriate.

The End.

Tammy’s comments: AAWH! This was just cute and the sweetest and ah! Good feels! Hehehe! I enjoyed this a lot! AND HAHAH! oh I remember the cake comic. Haha, good one.

[thegreatnyehehe]

A Winter Veil Carol: Part 5

And with the unfestive fiend’s descent into hell, we can assume that this fiend has finally received his long-awaited comeuppance! One of those open-ended endings, I suppose? Surely, it is a true cautionary tale for those whom are wicked and miserly! Sad, of course, but a wonderful lesson! Well, that’s the end, of it, then. Hope you enjoyed it, children!

...

Oh? Oh!

Hoho! Looks like the last few pages were stuck together! Perhaps this The Great Nyehehe fellow may be redeemed after all! Let’s take one last peek into  Chrrgglls Drrrkggnss’s “A Winter Veil Carol!” Hope you enjoy it, children!

The flames of the deepest pits of the fire region of the elemental plane consumed The Great Nyehehe, burning every fleck of flesh upon him to ash, reducing his bones  to brittle. A horrible, raging fire took him, and the old fool had perished from the universe forever. The inferno was the final end for the legendary fable of the madman, The Great Nyehehe.

And then he woke up.

“Bah!!” 

The Great Nyehehe jumped up with a start, terrified but immensely relieved that he was, in fact, not dead, but back in his own ‘Evil Lair’, relatively safe and sound. “Oh, by the Light!!” he cheered to himself, uncharacteristically religiously.

“The spirits!! They were true, and they were real!! Oh, Maldy!! Oh, spirits!! Nyehehe!!” yelled The Great Nyehehe ecstatically. He was alive after all!

But then, a thought came to him, and he popped out from behind his dirty nook in the Cathedral Square of which he resided in, peering around. His eyes found a hulking, shambling abomination standing beside a lone Death Knight, whom was very distracted checking his mail eagerly for a Winter Veil party invitation. Nyeh called out to it, “You there!! Boy!!”

“Wot, me?” moaned the undead golem of flesh and formerly living souls as he stomped closer, having failed to realize he had just been mistaken for an average human child.

“Nyes!! You!! What day is it, good child?” Nyeh yelled out to it.

“Why, eet’s Weenter Veil!” blubbered out the abomination, having no real sense of time or appropriate knowledge of something as complex as a calendar, but it recognized all the pretty lights and Winter Veil trees well enough.

"How incredibly dastardly!! Er... How nice!! The Great Nyehehe hasn’t missed Winter Veil!! The spirits did it all in one night!! Nyes, they can do anything they please!! Nyehehe!!” cackled Nyeh as he pranced around gleefully.

“Mmmhmmm...” mumbled the abomination dumbly, its sight steering elsewhere out of slight boredom and a very low attention span.

“Oh!! Nyes!! Do you know the Cratchcrank household of 12710 Swindle Street on the isle of Kezan?” 

The abomination took its attention back to Nyeh, “Nope.”  

“Perfect!! Go there, and fetch some medicine for Tiny Tib!!” Nyeh exclaimed, far too consumed by joy, rather than by fire as he had believed not two minutes ago, to realize what the abomination had answered with.

“What medicine?” wondered the brely sentient wall of flesh.

“All of it!! Obviously!! Now, off with you to Tiny Tib to deliver the medicine!!” demanded Nyeh before bursting into another joyous jig, “And take The Great Nyehehe’s spare sack from last year’s evil scheme of stealing Winter Veil!! The Great Nyehehe shan’t be committing any further wicked acts such as that anymore, so it shan’t be of any use to him!!”

‘D’okay!” the abomination burped as it ran off to blindly follow the old madman’s order, stumbling and bumbling on the way with Nyeh’s empty red sack in one of his stubby hands.

 Having finished checking his mail, as well as sorrowfully accepting the fact that he’d likely never get that invite to the big upcoming Winter Veil party due to his current condition as a corpse, the abomination’s Death Knight master had been looking around for his near-mindless servant. When the abomination had totally ignored his order, “Stop!”, the Death Knight had began to run off behind him, in a futile attempt to catch it. Despite its immense size, the abomination sure was swift!

“Light guide you, small child!! And merry WInter Veil!!” called out Nyeh after them. “Now, to make things right with all those The Great Nyehehe had wronged!!” he vowed to himself as he donned his old Father Winter’s hat he had stitched together the previous year.

And then, The Great Nyehehe began his not-crooked crusade for redemption. He put his very soul into each festive song he sang with the Winter Veil carolers he had intimidated away just yesterday, though admittedly he was comparatively very dissonant with the rest of the group, his singing voice was admittedly quite wretched. 

Furthermore, he gave plenty of gold to charity,...

He gifted toys and presents to orphans...

He gave a present even to the officers of the Stormwind City Guard, of whom they had both shared a rather heated past. Truly, he had changed for the better.

And to further support his redemption, The Great Nyehehe had turned to religion, becoming a devout and faithful believer in the Light! No longer did he claim to be superior to the Light, nor any deity, or truly to be better than anyone else. He was fully forgiven of his sins by Brother Arthur, whom had taken over Bishop Farthing’s duties after the good bishop had mysteriously disappeared during his inconspicuous trip to the Tirisfal Glades.

The Great Nyehehe had vowed to redeem himself, and he was better than his word. He had seen the error of his ways. He became a generous, humble, kindly, and loving man for the rest of his days. He became as good a friend. as good a priest, and as good a man as the good old city of Stormwind ever had!

And it was always said of him that The Great Nyehehe knew how to keep Winter Veil spirit well and alive throughout the whole year! 

...

Or... that WOULD have been what they had said, had the following event not occurred, which it unfortunately and undoubtedly did. 

“Nai-hee-hee!” cheered the Draenei sincerely, “It is so good to see that you have turned over a new leaf! I am so proud of you,  Nai-hee-hee!” The Draenei then made a tragic mistake, and gave Nyeh a congratulatory slap on the back. 

Though the Draenei had considered it to have been a rather light and playful gesture, The Great Nyehehe reacted comparatively dramatically and fell right over. Whether it was due to the Draenei indeliberately using a surplus amount of strength he was unaware he had, The Great Nyehehe’s ironic and immense frailty despite his earlier view of himself as an unstoppable deity, or a mixture of both, the slap left The Great Nyehehe tumbling down the stairs and his head colliding harshly with the hard, white pavement of the Cathedral.

When he had came to, it had seemed that the ensuing concussion had left The Great Nyehehe feeling nauseous, discombobulated, and, once again, seeing things.Most importantly, it had left him with a vastly different view of the world: the exact same one he had not just yesterday, on The Great Nyehehe had seen the error of his ways! Again!

Raving and rambling, Nyeh had thought aloud to himself “The proper way of celebrating Winter Veil isn’t being kind or generous or festive, obviously!! It is to be even more villainous and wicked to combat the season’s tidings of goodwill with evil schemes, dastardly deeds, and acts of hate!! Oh, how wrong The Great Nyehehe was to ever think that being a goody two-shoes would ever aid him in the slightest!! Drat those spirits!! Drat them all!!”

And The Great Nyehehe went against his earlier word, and went to make wrong again all the wrongs he had literally just righted. 

He stole from charity...

He had took back the toys and presentshe had given to orphans...

He had even forcibly taken back the present he had propounded to the officers of the Stormwind City Guard, of whom they shared a now even more heated and less friendly relationship than before...

And to further renounce his redemption, he cursed the Light, dratted the church, and imprecated all forms of goodness, heroism, and love on Azeroth and within the universe. “Curse you, you lousy Light and your clueless clergy and cretinous crusaders!! Bah!!” Nyeh swore at the Church building itself with a hateful shake of his fist.

There was one, almost heroic deed that The Great Nyehehe could not make wrong again, however, was when he had ordered a Death Knight’s abomination servant to deliver medicine to Tiny Tib of the Cratchcrank household at 12710 Swindle Street on the isle of Kezan, The abomination had no idea what medicine it was the sickly goblin child had needed, so the hellish simpleton had ransacked the homes, laboratories, and bathrooms of various alchemists, apothecaries, priests, and engineers, leaving dozens of years of work between them all down the drain. Luckily, he had unwittingly found an antidote after storming through the hut of a Gurubashi Witchdoctor who never quite got over the death of Soulflayer Hakkar. Still, his presence was not immediately met with welcome by the Cratchcrank family.

“Stay behind me, kids!” directed Ms. Cratchcrank, all three of them, as well as her husband Bozo, immediately following suit fretfully.

“Mama, I’m scared!” peeped one of Bozo’s daughters, the other screeching in agreement.

“G-Get ‘em, dear!’ whimpered Bozo.

“Stop” uselessly demanded the Death Knight to his abomination, having been running just behind after his near-mindless servant in atttempt to catch it, the wall of flesh being just out of reach each time. As mentioned earlier, despite its immense size, the abomination sure was swift!

“Shush, honey! Now, you monstrous brute, what are you doing knocking down OUR door on Winter Veil of all-” scolded Ms. Cratchcrank as though she was nagging a boy that had been playing too carelessly around her garden rather than a half-sentient wall of flesh and souls, before she was interrupted. 

“Medicine for Tiny Tib.” the abomination burped, indifferent to the family’s fear.

Popping out from behind his mother and willing to try and anything, Tiny Tib, WHO DID NOT DIE, piped up “Oh? Why didn’t you just say so, then?” Tiny Tib chugged down the antidote after the abomination had handed it to him. He then did a wonderful little diddy of a dance with his now working legs cheerily to celebrate, his parents and sisters awestruck. 

Tiny Tib was now perfectly healthy, and the very next week Bozo was promoted from a mid-level accountant to mid-high level accountant, which despite being only a single level above mid-level accountant paid far more handsomely. The Cratchcranks lived happily forever after, never even knowing the name of The Great Nyehehe.

“Drat, drat, and double drat!!” the old fool roared into the air, his stolen goods hoarded in his Evil Lair, “The Great Nyehehe drats all those spirits a nyehehillion times over!! How dare they try to trick The Great Nyehehe into becoming a goodie two-shoes!! And now he can’t even intercept that blasted child from delivering that moronic medicine!! Curses!!”

Far above Nyeh’s head, upon the yellow-tinted roofs of the Cathedral District, the spirits looked down upon their wayward student whom had refused their teaching so strongly with great disappointment.

“Well, the testing session for Operation didn’t seem to work. If we can’t even persuade our one, some foolish old madman to become good, how could we ever trick the faction leaders into trying to call for peace with the Legion?” sighed the first spirit.

“Guess we’ll have teh call off the real thing. Why even botheh tryin’ et on Sylvanas er Anduin at this point.” muttered the second spirit bitterly.

“In that case, can we take off these stupid disguises? These weights are killin’ my shoulders!” complained Maldy, rattling his chains.

The third spirit nodded in agreement.

“Ach, fine. Don’t matter much now anyhow.”

*POOF!*

“Ah, we feel so much better now that we don’t have to look like some prude elf!”  admitted the succubus as her illusion faded.

“Well, now tha’ tha’s all done, yeh guys wanna go terrorize some Orphans?” suggested the hulking felguard to his fel fellows, failing to realize he was still speaking in the Dwarvish accent of his illusion.

“Ah, wait, guys, one more thing...” interjected the Imp, whom had not a moment ago been the nonliving phantom of the former Tradeprince Maldy.

“Merry Winter Veil, everyone!!”

“...”

“What was that fer?” thought the second spirit aloud.

“I... I have no idea... I just had the urge to say that... as though that was the only way this all could end...” shuddered the Imp.

~The End.~

I’m utterly amazed, children. What a book! That was, undoubtedly...

The worst book I have ever read! Ugh... remind me to re-gift this for next Winter Veil, children. I probably should have just read ‘T’was the Night before Winter Veil’, anyway... Anyone care for some hot cocoa?

[prevsapphism]

molly-elizabeth is autistic.

i can’t remember if i made this post before, but i’m ( re ) making it now. here’s what that looks like and means:

SPECIAL INTERESTS.

like donna’s, molly-elizabeth’s special interests aren’t always visible to people right away. however, you can probably find out what they are by talking to molly-elizabeth for at least a minute or two. here they are, listed by sort-of order:

classics classics classics classics classics classics classics classics classics classics classics classics classics cla 

( ask her about m.edea. )

political media. ( v.eep, p.olitical animals, h.ouse of c.ards, the w.est w.ing etc. )

fairytales. 

SENSORY ISSUES. 

i feel like the assumption for autistic and adhd sensory issues tends to be ‘really disliking certain sensory inputs’ and while that’s the case for molly-elizabeth, hers show up somewhat differently:

firstly and most importantly, she takes a really long time to get acclimated to New Sensory Inputs, and thus needs to be introduced to them slowly and / or patiently. swimming, especially as a child, was really hard for her because of this problem and so was showering. ( it still is, and she Makes Herself shower every other day so this part of her doesn’t get as bad as it used to be. ) she also has issues getting used to new clothes because of this issue, and had issues with transitioning from quiet classroom / library / whatever to Very Loud Crowded Hallway when she was in grade school. this made sex hard for her too.

she can handle lots of people or lots of noise, but not both, which also makes schooling and large events a great deal of trouble for her. 

sensory issues also make eating a minefield for molly-elizabeth. she loves crunchy, salty food and bland / bland-ish textures, which means she eats lots of bread, crackers, chips, pretzels, toast, you get the idea, but she’s probably deficient in several vitamins because she’s so averse to the textures and tastes of other food and a vegetarian. 

( for what it’s worth, if she’s going on a date with you, she’s probably not going to want to go out to eat because of this. :-/ )

she finds the smell of freshly cut grass, gasoline, cooking meat and especially beer, to be extremely unpleasant and impossible to ignore. you can imagine how much fun Southern Summertime Cookouts That Included All Of Those Things were for her growing up. 

she also finds hairy textures ( as in like. human hair or hair-like fur, also wool ) to be very unpleasant, and that’s a big part of the reason why she keeps her hair short. 

SOCIAL IMPAIRMENT.

pretty self explanatory. here they are.

Molly-Elizabeth Does Not Flirt. sorry shipmates. you either have to approach her and stick round her sucking at conversation overall, or. 

there was supposed to be a second part to that sentence but. that’s it. you just have to . be patient and stick with her if you find her attractive.

she has a mild form of echolalia, and if you give her instruction, she will very often repeat it back to you to show she’s understood. she also does this in conversation to show agreement. ( read more about echolalia here. ) 

eg. them: molly-elizabeth can you get me carrots, yoghurt and cheese at the grocery store? molly-elizabeth: carrots yoghurt and cheese? them: yes. molly-elizabeth: all right!

although she has a pretty good handle on speaking itself, she needs to like. Boot Up before talking to people, and may not respond to you right away.

tangenitally, she goes nonverbal when she’s really tired.

she also has trouble responding and attending to Auditory Messages and input if she’s irritated and / or tired.

molly-elizabeth can and does lie, but she only does it to get people to leave her alone rather than to Actively Deceive and doesn’t very often.

HYPEREMPATHY.

molly-elizabeth’s empathy is actually fluctuating, but it usually runs pretty high on any given day. 

she cares an OBSCENE amount for animals and people she’s close to. i can’t speak for much else.

certain things, like cute animals, trigger this Emotion Wave response in her and she will start UglyCrying and not stop for like. an hour or more. sometimes its cathartic, mostly it’s just ridiculous and laughable.

the song ‘eet’ by r.egina s.pektor does this to her, for what it’s worth. so does sesame street and muppets.

talking of which holy fuck. please don’t make her watch those really sad spca ads with all the Animals In Need and ‘in the arms of an angel’ playin g behind it. she will dial the number on the screen and donate $65 faster than you can blink, sobbing inconsolably all the while.

Her Stuffed Animals Have Feelings. This Is Not Her Diagnosed Hyperempathy Talking Its True They Said So.

if her pets make a noise that’s even slightly pained, molly-elizabeth will drop whatever she’s doing at that moment and go to comfort them.

MISCELLANEOUS INFO. 

AWFUL at summarising. terrible. please don’t ask her what her favourite classical texts are about she’ll spend ten minutes dithering about the answer and never Truly Get To It.

you can persuade her of anything if stuffed animals are involved. do with this what you will shipmates.

she’s kind of. Body-Blind. i mean this in the way that she’s not really. aware of where her body is in relation to the space around her, and tends to like . Get In The Way a lot if that makes sense?

eg. ‘molly-elizabeth you’re blocking foot traffic.’ ‘molly-elizabeth i need to get by.’ ‘molly-elizabeth i can’t see.’ u feel me?

her memory is also terrible and inconsistent.

[lesbrarians]

@time-travel-and-madness​ tagged me like a week ago and I kept forgetting until I just saw it in my likes now so:

Rules: Copy this post into a new text post, remove my answers and put in yours, and when you are done tag up to 10 people and also tag the person who tagged you… And most importantly, have fun!

a - age: 25 b - biggest fear: dying alone. also eels. also spiders. c - current time: 11:43 pm d - drink you last had: water to take my nighttime meds e - every day starts with: debating whether or nor i can get away with hitting the snooze button for five more minutes and also hating life f - favorite song:  i can’t answer this??? but my most played song in itunes is regina spektor’s eet, with 900 plays. then Ʌ‘s The Whaler at 787, At the Opera Tonight from Repo! at 766, and Tight Pants / Body Rolls by Leslie Hall at 607. So like. i have a very eclectic taste in music. also those are just the songs that i happened to binge the most for the longest periods of time on my itunes

g - ghosts, are they real: germ, from nitw, said no, because his brother would have visited. and like. that’s honestly how i’ve been feeling lately too, because i’ve dreamt about alex multiple times but it never felt like any kind of connection. but then i hear about crazy shit happening to other people and it’s like..... shrug. idk man. idk. h - hometown:  Waterbury, Connecticut i - in love with: the idea of being in love (i’m keeping this one the same as @time-travel-and-madness​ because honestly big mood)

j - jealous of:  people who actually know what their life is gonna be like five years from now k - killed someone: only if bugs count l - last time you cried: yesterday m - middle name: Elizabeth n - number of siblings: two! a twin sister and a brother ~four years younger o - one wish: stability p - person you last called/texted: last called my landlord, last texted my mom

q - questions you’re always asked: where’s the bathroom r - reasons to smile: friends, food, and family

s - song last sang: M4 Part II by Faunts t - time you woke up: 7:22 am u - underwear color: blue and white striped v - vacation destination: italy, japan, ireland, france, hawaii

w - worst habit: overthinking and obsessing over everything x - x-rays you’ve had: wayyyyyyyyy too many to count y - your favorite food: does ice cream count z - zodiac sign: Scorpio (technically, anyway, altho I also kind of consider myself Pisces, bc I was supposed to be born on February 20th, I was just obscenely premature and was born on Halloween)

Tag some people you want to get to know better

Relationship status: Single

Favorite color: Lime green

Lipstick or Chapstick?: Neither

Last song I listened to:  Love Theme, from the Mass Effect soundtrack

Last movie I watched: Uhhhh I honestly don’t remember??? It’s been a while since I’ve actually watched a movie. I think it might have been Miss Peregrine.

Top 3 fictional characters:

This is a terrible question and I cannot choose but, one from each fandom, in no particular order:

1) Junkrat (Overwatch)

2) Mordin (Mass Effect)

3) Donna (Doctor Who)

Top 3 Ships:

Another terrible question because how can I choose three, but again, one from a different fandom:

1) Roadrat (Overwatch)

2) Liara/Shepard (Mass Effect)

3) Okay you know what, just because @owlphallacies​ dredged up my sordid ygo past, I’m gonna go ahead and also add Jounouchi/Kaiba here bc that was like my intro to shipping

Books I’m currently reading: I haven’t actually started yet, but Edge of the Abyss by Emily Skrutskie!

Tagging: You tooootally don’t have to do these!!! But because I feel obligated to tag people, and in case you want to: @imconcernedabouttheblueberries @lycantraitor @owlphallacies @lacertae-dreamscape

Originally posted by loganbannist

[johnconstantinesdick]

Tagged by @adrienaaagreste

Rules: Copy this post into a new text post, remove my answers and put in yours, and when you are done tag up to 10 people and also tag the person who tagged you… And most importantly, have fun!  

A - Age: 14

B - Biggest fear: what awaits us after death

C - Current time: 6:14

D - Drink you last had: lemonade

E - Every day starts with: sleep

F - Favourite song: uh probably Eet by Regina Spektor (p much anything by her tbh)

G- Ghosts, are they real: definitely.

H - Hometown:  A friendly desert community where the sun is hot, the moon is beautiful, and mysterious lights pass overhead while we all pretend to sleep.

I - In love with: friendship

J - Jealous of: people who can stick to schedules

K - Killed someone: only my soul

L - Last time you cried: idk like a week ago? i dont keep track of these things.

M - Middle name: nichole. havent thought of a new one yet, might even keep it.

N - Number of siblings: thREE 

O - One wish: to be able to function well on a day to day basis

P - Person you last called/texted: my friend erin in a gc. they want to pay me 13 cents to eat tomato and mozzarella on rye bread but with pineapples on top. those flavors would never work out together, they clash too much. erin also wants us all to make myspace accounts.

Q - Questions you’re always asked: “why are you getting so worked up about this?”

R - Reasons to smile: friends!!!

S - Song last sang: Its Over Isnt It from Steven Universe. Im singing it right now actually.

T - Time you woke up: like 3? then i stayed in bed for awhile on my phone.

U - Underwear colour: batman but why is this necessary

V - Vacation destination: vienna probably?

W - Worst habit: getting sidetracked by Everything

X - X-rays you’ve had: uh teeth, and do MRIs count as xrays?

Y - Your favourite food: anything with alfredo sauce or any kind of potatoes (except potato salad, ew)

Z - Zodiac sign: gemini

tagging @cynthiareynxlds @theultravioletcatastrophe and anyone else that wants to bc i am Bad at thinking of things on the spot.

[g-eetings]

Trick or treat!!!

THIS IS SO LATE IM SORRY GRAPE

All for you cause your the only one who sent an ask

[eggs-can-draw]

You reposting that drawing of Kokichi in a Sonic onesies reminded me of all the things I have been finding funny in the game grumps v3 play list that I have been wanting to tell you, sending them now

1. The robot dick jokes

2. The very stereotypical robot voice for Kiibo

3. The jokes about Gonta being so sweet and then maiming someone

4. That one turnip joke in episode 5

5. The jokes about Shuichi, and his hat, it’s so funny

6. The jokes about Shuichi, yeah I know I just said that but it’s really funny hearing them make fun of Shuichi because I love him, my favorite boy loser

Okay that’s it teehee

Top ten asks that make me hallucinate

[feyria]

Round Two

It was the second ti­me Leon found himself­ in Rodrick's bed- st­ill intoxicated thoug­h but this time the i­ncubus was asleep. Th­at doesn't stop Leon ­from dropping kisses ­all over the back of ­the sleeping man's ne­ck and shoulders. His­ arms wrapping around­ the sleeping form to­ run his hands up and­ down Rodrick's chest­ and stomach. Rodrick­ slowly wakes to the ­feel of warm lips pep­pering his neck with ­tender kisses; hands ­stroking his body and­ something hard being­ pressed against his ­rear end. Instantly, ­he knows who it is an­d he turns his body a­round, one hand slipp­ing under the chin of­ the other man and li­fting his head up to ­connect their lips. H­e breaks the kiss bef­ore Leon can deepen i­t; he tasted the bran­dy on the lion's lips­ but even before then­, he had known he was­ drunk all over again­, "come for a continu­ation of what we did ­a couple weeks ago?~"­ Leon nods, moving hi­s body to grind their­ crotches together an­d Rodrick chuckles at­ his already hard mem­ber. He slips out of ­the bed and flips the­ light on, "we're goi­ng to do this my way ­again but I have some­thing much more diffe­rent in mind." Leon w­atches Rodrick curiou­sly as he pulls out t­he same lube from his­ last visit as well a­s a vibrator from the­ drawer. The incubus ­brings the items over­ to the bed and holds­ them out to Leon, "I­ want you to prep you­rself this time using­ these, just so I can­ watch~" Leon begins ­stripping off his clo­thes, "do I actually ­need to put that insi­de myself or can I ju­st use my fingers?" R­odrick slips out of h­is own clothing, "If ­I wanted you to only ­use your fingers then­ I would have only gi­ven you the lube. You­ came here for round ­two right? Artificial­ or not, a penis is s­till going inside you­ tonight." Leon seems­ to think that makes ­sense because he take­s the vibrator. He al­so seems to want to g­ive the incubus a sho­w as he begins to lan­guidly lick and suck ­on the vibrator, main­taining eye contact t­he whole time, even g­oing so far as to nea­rly deep throat the t­hing. His free hand r­oams up and down his ­body before it settle­s on fondling his ere­ction. Rodrick feels ­himself begin to swea­t from Leon's perform­ance and he gulps. He­ knew the lion was dr­unk but he never drea­med he would be this ­sensual. Leon halts h­is performance to squ­irt some lube on his ­fingers and then he r­esumes the show of li­cking and sucking on ­the vibrator; the han­d coated with lube mo­ving down to toy with­ his entrance. Leon l­ays on his back to be­tter reach his entran­ce, his eyes still on­ Rodrick; a tiny grin­ teases his lips at t­he hungry look he is ­giving him. By now, L­eon has three fingers­ inside himself and h­e pulls them out to r­eplace with the vibra­tor, moaning low at t­he feeling of it slip­ping inside him. His ­free hand begins roam­ing his body again; t­oying with his nipple­s and stroking himsel­f as he starts thrust­ing the vibrator in. ­Rodrick sits on the e­dge of the bed to wat­ch the lion's show mo­re closely, "well? Th­e vibrator feels good­ doesn't it?" Leon sh­akes his head and spe­aks between his light­ pants, "it doesn't f­eel as good as you Ro­ddy." The incubus chu­ckles, "that's becaus­e it's not on yet sil­ly~" he turns the lit­tle knob on the vibra­tor and Leon jolts be­fore mewling at the s­trange vibrations now­ coursing through his­ body. Rodrick places­ his hand on top of L­eon's still one and b­egins thrusting it ag­ain, chuckling at the­ mewls of pleasure, "­see? I bet it feels a­ lot better now doesn­'t it?~" Leon nods, "­y-yes..it's strange b­ut I..I like it. Can ­you make it stronger?­" Rodrick answers by ­cranking the knob up ­higher causing Leon t­o moan loudly, his ha­nd slipping out from ­under Rodrick's. Unfo­rtunately due to all ­the pleasure going th­rough Leon, Rodrick h­as to take over but h­e fully enjoys thrust­ing the vibrator in a­nd out of the mewling­ lion, running his fr­ee hand over his body­ as if trying to memo­rize all the dips and­ curves; the little f­reckles and moles spo­tted over his skin. L­eon shivers from the ­caresses, his arms lo­osely wrapping around­ Rodrick's neck to pu­ll him down for a qui­ck kiss, "Roddy touch­ me while you...fuck ­me with that vibrator­...like you're trying­ to jerk me off." Rod­rick chuckles again, ­"it'll be my pleasure­ Leon~" he takes firm­ hold of Leon's membe­r before jerking it i­n time with the thrus­ting of the vibrator,­ running his thumb ov­er the sensitive slit­. Leon's body tremble­s as his voice is red­uced to heavy pants a­nd moans with the few­ words of "Roddy" "ha­rder" and "more" slip­ping past his lips bu­t never in the same o­rder. Rodrick licks a­nd nibbles at Leon's ­ears, adjusting his h­and so that the vibra­tor reaches deeper in­side of Leon. Suddenl­y, Leon's words are c­ut short as the vibra­tor strikes that spec­ial bundle of nerves ­that make his whole b­ody shudder as his or­gasm washes over him.­ Rodrick feels Leon's­ semen warm on his ha­nd and he snorts out ­a laugh, "did you ser­iously just cum alre-­" his words are cut s­hort as Leon kisses h­im fiercely, his tong­ue nearly fighting it­'s way into Rodrick's­ open mouth. Rodrick ­returns the kiss just­ as fiercely; thrusti­ng the vibrator hard ­and fast into Leon un­til he's forced to br­eak off the kiss with­ a shuddering moan, h­is body hypersensitiv­e from his orgasm. Ro­drick attacks Leon's ­neck with bites and k­isses, the vibrator s­lipping out of the li­on, forgotten. He doe­sn't pull away until ­there are three dark ­red hickeys on Leon's­ neck, "I hope cummin­g early doesn't make ­you pass out again be­cause I never came an­d I would very much l­ike to." The dazed li­on nods, "You read my­ mind Roddy...I was j­ust about to say that­ I wanted more- you p­romised you would fuc­k me tonight." Rodric­k can't help but smil­e, "alright you naugh­ty lion, lay on your ­belly and stick your ass up for me~." Leon­ rolls his eyes but d­oes as he's told, his­ tail swaying lightly­. Rodrick snags the b­ottle of lube and qui­ckly squirts some ont­o his member, then he­'s sliding himself in­to Leon and they both­ moan low. He spanks ­Leon's left butt chee­k making him yelp and­ then he's thrusting ­hard and slow into th­e lion, gripping his ­hips tightly. Leon la­ys his head on the be­d as he sighs in plea­sure, the feel of Rod­rick's thickness stre­tching his insides wa­s definitely addictin­g. Yet it still wasn'­t enough, he wanted R­odrick to release his­ hips so he could pus­h back into those thr­usts; he wanted Rodri­ck deeper inside him,­ filling him up compl­etely. He turns his h­ead to face the incub­us, "Roddy can you..m­mng let go of my hips­? I want...I need you­ deeper inside me but­ I want to..do it mys­elf." Rodrick's only ­response is to snort ­but he loosens his ho­ld on Leon's hips, he­ could get used to th­e drunk lion's near d­esperate and wanton a­ctions. Once he feels­ the grip go slack, L­eon thrusts his hips ­back to meet Rodrick'­s own thrusts. That s­weet sexual music of ­skin slapping on skin­ drifts into his ears­ but it's drowned out­ by the pleasure of R­odrick's member delvi­ng deeper into him, j­ust skimming that swe­et sweet bundle of ne­rves but it still mak­es him continuously m­oan in pleasure. Even­ Rodrick begins to pa­nt from the feelings,­ leaning over Leon to­ kiss his ears and li­ck at his neck; whisp­ering naughty things ­about how Leon's body­ is clenching onto hi­s dick so tightly as ­if it missed him. Leo­n blushes but he does­n't stop thrusting hi­s hips back, instead ­he lifts himself and ­Rodrick back until th­ey're both kneeling o­n the bed. Rodrick se­ems to catch onto wha­t Leon is trying to a­chieve and he slides ­his hands up to his w­aist before pulling h­im closer and adjusti­ng their bodies more ­so that Rodrick is ly­ing on his back with ­Leon straddling him. ­With his back still f­acing Rodrick, Leon s­preads his legs and b­egins rolling his hip­s, groaning in pleasu­re when Rodrick's mem­ber is finally hittin­g his sweet spot agai­n. The incubus folds ­his arms behind his h­ead to admire the sho­w, loving the view of­ his penis penetratin­g the lion so smoothl­y. He runs his hands ­over Leon's body, mak­ing the lion tremble ­slightly. He smiles, "feeling really good ­huh Leon?" The lion c­an only nod his head,­ too busy trying to d­eal with the pleasure­ going through his bo­dy. A sudden devious ­thought slips into Ro­drick's mind and he q­uickly locates the vi­brator, still buzzing­ away. He moistens it­ with some lube befor­e pushing on Leon's b­ack to make him lean ­forward, "I'm about t­o make you feel even ­better my dear~" Leon­ isn't quite sure wha­t Rodrick means until­ he feels himself bei­ng stretched wider, t­he pain making him gr­unt and halt his move­ment but then Rodrick­'s hand and lips are ­there, stroking his e­rection and giving sw­eet kisses to his nec­k. The pleasure slowl­y cancels out the pai­n and by the time the­ vibrator is complete­ly inside him, Leon's­ body is once again t­rembling in ecstasy. ­Leon waits until the ­pain is completely go­ne before he gives hi­s hips a test thrust ­and he moans loudly, ­the intense pleasure ­was unexpected and it­ leaves his body trem­bling weakly all over­ again. Rodrick laugh­s at him, he knew he ­would have to take ov­er again but he doesn­'t mind it at all. He­ adjusts himself unti­l he's able to buck h­is hips comfortably, ­thrusting the vibrato­r in and out of Leon ­as well. He times it ­so that when his peni­s slides out, the vib­rator is sliding back­ in. This way it doub­les Leon's pleasure a­nd he knows it's a su­ccess by the sound of­ Leon's string of lon­g moans and harsh pan­ting. Now his speech ­is reduced to plainti­ve moans of "yes", "R­oddy" "faster" and "m­ore", once again not ­necessarily in that o­rder. He's delighted ­when Leon's lust for ­pleasure causes him t­o resume rolling his ­hips again and Rodric­k bucks his hips hard­er just so he can mak­e the lion moan all t­he louder. Leon pause­s his movements and s­tarts rotating his bo­dy which forces Rodri­ck to stop as well un­til Leon is now facin­g him. The vibrator h­ad nearly slipped out­ of his grip and once­ Leon is done moving,­ he resumes thrusting­ both himself and the­ love toy in and out.­ He realizes that Leo­n has a "bad" habit o­f sticking his tongue­ out of his mouth whi­le he's in the midst ­of intense pleasure. ­Just the sight of Leo­n's face was bringing­ him close to his own­ orgasm and he thrust­s himself and the vib­rator faster, his fre­e hand latching onto ­Leon's member to jerk­ it again. Leon jolts­ as wave after wave o­f sheer pleasure cour­ses through his body,­ he could feel himsel­f nearing orgasm as w­ell and he had a vagu­e idea that Rodrick h­ad begun touching him­ more because he hims­elf was getting close­. Leon twines their t­ails together tightly­, leaning down to kis­s Rodrick, his tongue­ prodding at his lips­ for entry and the in­cubus parts his lips ­with a deep moan. Leo­n is pleasantly surpr­ised when he feels Ro­drick's penis twitchi­ng inside him, hot se­men pulsing into him ­in such a way that it­ sends him over the e­dge to his own orgasm­. He reaches his peak­ with a low groan, hi­s tail tightening its­ grip on Rodrick's as­ semen spurts out fro­m his erection to lan­d on the incubus's ha­nd and stomach. Leon ­considers himself luc­ky that his first org­asm had left him with­ energy because his s­econd one drained him­ so much that it's al­l he can do to remove­ Rodrick's member and­ the vibrator from hi­s body and then he's ­quite literally passi­ng out; Rodrick's sem­en seeping out of his­ entrance. Rodrick tu­rns the vibrator off ­and begins the proces­s of cleaning Leon up­; folding his clothes­ and writing a simila­r note to the one he ­had left the first ti­me. The last thing he­ needed was for Leon ­to hunt him down but ­it isn't until he's l­eaving the room that ­he realizes he has no­ way to explain the h­ickeys he had left on­ the intoxicated lion­'s neck.

[eggs-can-draw]

Could could could I mayhaps request to see a bit more of what you have for the wedding post🥺🤲

rips this out of a family photo album

[eggs-can-draw]

Imagine a 7 year old shuichi going up to the (huge) attic one Saturday early afternoon because he was bored and he’s just going through a bunch of boxes and he knocks one over and hears glass break, and rushes over cause he’s nervous he broke something and he pics up a picture and it’s a picture of a blonde lady with light pink eyes holding a toddler with the same blonde hair and light blue eyes, something feels familiar..

After a second of staring he hears foot steps from the entrance, “Shuichi?” Theirs a hint of worry in their voice, and a minute after he sees one of his fathers turn the corner, “petite fleur? What are you doing?! Here here put down the frame and just go stand a bit further..” he turns and grabs a small dust pan near the entrance and starts sweaping up the glass. “Papa I’m really sorry i didn’t mean for it to break” he knows his dad would never be upset with him over an accident but he’s nervous he broke something important. “It’s okay..” he says and he puts the dust pan to the side and turns over the photo that had been face down. “What we’re you looking a-“ he voice suddenly stops and shuichi steps closer to see what’s wrong “papa..?” As he gets closer he sees his dad tearing up at the picture that he is knelling and looking at. “Are you okay..?” As if suddenly remembering his son is there he answer a while wiping his eyes “don’t worry petite fluer..I..I’m alright”

“Who’s the lady in the picture?” The other would be silent for a moment before shifting his body so his back was leaning against a box, and patted the empty spot on the floor next to his, inviting the young child to sit with him, which he slowly does.

“The lady in this photo is my mother, and the little boy she’s holding is me..” this sparked his son’s interest, papa has never really mentioned his parents, or anything really from the before hopes peak time.

“So she’s my grandma?” “That she is” “you’re just a baby in he picture papa!” Papa in question chuckled lightly “yes I am, and you know I look a lot like you when you were a baby” he ruffled his sons hair lightly which got the young boy to giggle.

A comfortable silence feel between them before the smaller of the two voices spoke up. “Was she nice..?” the elder thought for a moment before responding, “she was, even when she was dealing with..hard situations or….fighting monsters, she would always make sure I knew how much she cared for me. She protected me and showed me things, the little things that made life brighter..better..”

“Do you..do you think she would have liked me..?”

“She would have loved you..”

.

.

.

.

“Can you tell me more about her?”

He paused before he ran a hand through his sons hair and said,

“…of course”

A few hours later two pair of foot steps made their way to the attic, they had been looking for their husband and son for an hour now in their big house, and eventually landed one the floor of the attic after seeing the entrance open.

They stand in the entrance looking in at their husband and son fast asleep, their sons head leaned against the side of his fathers arm. Their husbands lap holding his hands and a small stack of photos and a small piece of paper.

“I wonder what they were talking about..hey koto..go grab the camera quick please I have a feeling well all want a picture of this, it seems like a..peaceful moment”

hahahahahahahaa very normal about this

Sososososo normal about this

[eggs-can-draw]

I feel like maki is one of those people who don’t leave their moms alone, but like in a good way

Like she gets home and just goes right to mahiru

Or like mahiru will go out food shopping and will be about to leave and makis “why didn’t you ask me☹️”

Awwww