#glitter drinker

[camelsupplier]

liberals these days are too woke to drink REAL sparkling water, pour glitter into a cup and drink it like the way the Lord intended!

[die-rosastrasse]

my friend gifted me the cutest handmade tea with mesmerizing glitter 💖

[cutiepieautistic]

dr. pepper stimboard

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[ozarkthedog]

𝐲𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞

summary: being an assistant to a Hollywood star has its perks like attending a lavish holiday event that’s brimming with celebrities.

warnings: fluff! dieter bravo x afab!reader. meet cute? kissing. Christmas vibes. mistletoe. dieter being his usual silly self. w.c: 1.7k

author’s note: this is a gift for @jennaispunk via the @dieterbravobrainrotclub Holiday Gift Exchange! I hope you enjoy this lil’ fic, Jenn! Happy Holidays, lovely! 💙 thank you @sp00kymulderr for hosting!

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭 ⋅ 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 ⋅ 𝐃𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

It was the kind of holiday party where everything felt just a little bit brighter—lights twinkling from every corner, the smell of cinnamon and pine hanging in the air, laughter rising over soft jazz in the background. A sleek modern mansion nestled in the Hollywood Hills hosting the annual gathering.

You adjusted the straps of your dress while you sat at the bar. It was a sleek dark red velvet number you'd picked up on sale, hoping it'd help you fit into the glamorous party and not stick out like a sore thumb.

You glanced at your phone, scrolling through a few emails you needed to catch up on. As an assistant to one of the hottest new actors in Hollywood, your life was a constant balancing act, but tonight, for once, it was about a bit of relaxation. 

"Feel free to unwind," Your boss says, adjusting their outfit in the back seat of the SUV on the way to the festive soiree. "No need to keep an eye on me. Darren Eigan will be there, so I'll be stuck to him like glue."

You turn in your seat and lean against the bar, surveying the party. From across the room, you spy your boss eagerly chatting up the infamous director. They'd gushed about wanting to work with him for years. You couldn't blame them for trying.

Your eyes scanned the room again as you slowly sipped the tart purple wine. You'd never been a drinker, so the glass felt more like a prop than something to enjoy.

A raucous laugh catches your ear.

He was standing, drinking glass in hand, with a group of people near the opening of a dazzling archway decorated with little sprigs of green mistletoe tied with a bright red bow.

You knew a fake laugh from a mile away. You learned the craft when you moved to LA, having to grace a phony smile and compliment almost every second of the day. 

Dieter Bravo. Hollywood's reluctant star— known for his roles in blockbusters and indie films and winning an oh-so-coveted Oscar. You were surprised to see him at a party like this. He seemed to be the loner kind, much preferring to work on his art than bullshit his night away.

His salt and pepper curls helped prop the shades he wore like a shield, ready to slip the glasses down his hooked nose and sneak out the back door at a moment's notice. The first three buttons on his black silk shirt were left open; his golden skin glowed in the dim room. His black on black attire looked crisp and expensive, like the gray scruff filling his jaw and lining his lips. 

Something was magnetic about him—his presence drew others in without trying or caring.

Someone in the group spoke, and Dieter laughed again. Another half-hearted smile tugged at his lips before falling into a thin, flat line.

You found yourself slipping from your seat and leaving your drink behind as you moved closer. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe because Dieter resonated with your pain. Even in a crowd full of joy and glittering faces, you felt alone.

As you neared the group, your heel caught on an ugly red and green throw rug, making you tumble into the actor and ceasing the chatter.

"Whoa, hey now," Dieter blurts, catching you with one arm.

He weaved it securely around your waist as you both stumbled away from the group. You clutched his broad shoulders, a safe haven if you ever knew one, and steadied your heels back on the ground. Thankfully, his drink didn’t spill all over his suit and your dress.

"You okay?" Dieter's voice was warm and familiar despite the fact you'd had never met him before. His hands lingered on your waist, a wry thumb rubbing the dark butter like velvet, zeroing all his attention on you.

You cleared your throat and bid the flames that fanned your cheeks away. "I'm so sorry. I normally don't wear heels." You apologize. "Pobody's Nerfect!"

Dieter's dark eyes caught like a bright starscape in the sparkling overhead lights as he laughed wholeheartedly at the silly phrase. It was genuine and natural, forcing himself to hold his belly and bowl over with honest laughter.

As he catches his breath, he wipes a tear from his eye. "Did you come up with that?" 

You shrugged and waved a hand, "I wish. I'm not that clever."

"I highly doubt that." the actor comments, before taking a sip of his drink. “You must be someone special to be invited to a party like this." He raises the glass toward the throngs of people filling the massive living room.

You cock your head. "My boss is someone special. Thankfully, they need me like a goose needs a gaggle."

His eyes go wide once more. "There you go again!" 

You wave him off, but inside, you're melting. 

A waiter places a tray of food on a table to your right, distracting the both of you.

"Do you think anyone actually eats these tiny hors d'oeuvres, or are they for like little Christmas elves?" Dieter asked, glancing at a tray of tiny canapés.

You chuckled. "I'm pretty sure they're just to make the people who aren't drinking feel productive. Like, here, eat this, pretend you're having a full meal."

He laughed again. It gets better every time you hear it— it lights up the room. 

"Wanna be productive with me?" he flirts, picking up one of the tiny snacks and holding it out to you with doe eyes.

You quirked a brow, hesitant for a split second before biting into the canapés. It was absurdly delicious for something so small, and you giggled, caught off guard by how natural it felt to talk to him.

"How do you look so... untouchable on screen and so normal off it?" you question without thinking.

Dieter tilted his head, his smile softening. "I'm really good at pretending." He drifts off, eyes wandering to the floor, thoughts drifting to the front of his mind before he takes a healthy swig from his glass. "Sometimes it's nice to escape yourself for a while."

You nod, understanding the need to run away.  

"Are you working on any new art?" You try to lighten the mood, glancing at the red paint under his trimmed nails. "I can't wait for the next mind-bending piece from the one and only Mr. Bravo."

He smiled again, that knowing, almost mischievous look in his eyes. "Wouldn't little Ms. Canapés like to know." he teases, the warmth in his voice holding something more than just casual conversation.

Just then, someone at the bar called his name. Dieter turned his head, briefly distracted by the person waving him over. You take a timid step back, wishing you had more time with the artist, but before you can move, a reveler nudges you toward the archway where the mistletoe hangs.

You glanced at Dieter, who was still distracted by the call but now seemed to have noticed where you were standing. He looked at you with a wry smirk.

"Do you believe in fate?" he queries, his voice suddenly quieter.

You whisper, heart in your throat. "I suppose so."

He takes a step toward you, his leather wing tips shuffle against the floor, and for a moment, the noise of the party fades as the space between you closes. The dim lights cast shadows that make his features even more inviting. There was something in his gaze—something natural and soft that wasn't at all like the characters he portrayed on screen.

Without a word, he leaned in, his lips brushing yours in a kiss that felt like it had been waiting to happen. It wasn't dramatic or rushed, just slow and honest, as though the mistletoe wasn't just some holiday tradition but the beginning of something unexpected.

When you pull away, Dieter smiles again, this time with a hint of surprise. "That was... festive."

You chuckle, a little breathless. "I hope I'm still on Santa's Nice List now."

"The Nice List?" Dieter raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, don't you want to get what you wished for?" You jibe, grin widening as you step back, giving him space to leave.

Dieter snorts, glancing toward the bar as more people wave him over. "Oh, but I already did," he winks.

Your face flames. You bite your cheek, trying your best to not squeal.

The two of you share one last look before the crowd pulls him away. Neither of you could quite shake the moment. 

As the night continued, shared glances from across the room kept you busy. Every conversation with someone new resulted in sincere apologies when you had them repeat what they said because a particular actor kept stealing your attention.

It seemed you distracted him just as much at times. You caught him dragging his eyes down your frame and back up again. He'd either cower like a thief caught red-handed or gaze at you like he wanted to watch the sun come up with you in his bed. 

The crowd of people slowly dwindled down as the clock struck midnight. Much to your dismay, you'd lost sight of Dieter an hour ago when he stepped out onto the back patio for a smoke with a fellow actor. You begrudgingly slipped on your heavy coat, headed down the front steps to the SUV, idling at the curb, and waited for your boss. 

Leaning against the passenger door, you slowly breathe in the crisp night. The heated feelings that swarmed your belly all evening finally simmered to a rolling boil.

"Canapés?" 

You jerk against the metal door as a voice chimes to your right. You clutch your chest with a gasp.

Dieter appears from the shadows, hands raised, like he's dealing with a stray animal. "Shit, sorry, it's only me." He cringes at the slight fear in your eyes.

"You bastard." You curse with a playful huff. "Wait, did you just call me Canapés?"

He flashes an awkward grin and anxiously rubs the back of his neck. "Well, I forgot to ask your name, and I didn't realize until after we kissed, and then I thought it was too late. I don't want to be "that guy."  Dieter mimes quotations in the air and swallows hard. "So, yeah."

You step closer, your heels clink against the cement, as you whisper your name and slink your arms around his shoulders. Dieter once again weaves his hold around your velvet waist, molding your body to his.

His plush lips brush across yours. "We don't have any mistletoe." He states cheekily.

"I would've kissed you without it in the first place." You confess, pressing your lips to his for another precious moment before he breaks the kiss. 

"Wanna go make it on Santa’s Naughty list with me?" 

feel free to scream at me -> 💌

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[my-name-is-apollo]

Found a translation of hymns to Apollo and Dionysus where their epithets have been arranged in alphabetical order and this might be my new favourite thing because

- Book 9 of the Greek Anthology, translated by W.R. Paton

Look at the contrast between some of their epithets (Apollo and Dionysus respectively):

"hater of lies, giver of the soul" - "liar, tearer of the soul"

"soft speaking" - "noisy" (lol)

"sober" - "Deep drinker"

"Sweet-spoken, sweet-hearted, gentle-handed" - "Prone to anger, stout of heart"

"Gentle, sorrowless, giver of wealth, saviour from trouble" - "Jealous, very wrathful, envious, bestower of envy"

"father of fruits" - "eater of raw flesh" (BRUH)

"father of light" - "God of the night"

"Cheerer of the spirit" - "Disturber of the soul"

BUT they still have a lot in common:

"stiller of grief - healer of sorrow", "strong hearted - lion hearted", "soft haired - tender haired", "dweller on the hills - dweller in the woods" "thousand-shaped", "desirable" and my favourite, "common to all".

And it really does encapsulate the relationship between Apollo and Dionysus so well (and the duality of Apollo and Dionysus as individual gods too)

I'm also a sucker for epithets that describe appearance and I'm absolutely delighted with Apollo being "rose-coloured", "golden, golden-complexioned" and "glittering" (but is anyone surprised? XD)

Dionysus on the other hand, a bit concerning cause "slender, wrinkled"? And also he's "liquid"?? (idk what that's even supposed to mean. A reference to wine?) But "golden-filleted" and "Golden-horned" sound lovely <3

Also the fact that Dionysus is called "Satyr" and Apollo "Titan" is very interesting to me. Apollo - Titan makes sense when you consider the conflation between him and Helios. But Dionysus is a surprise. Are there any myths where he's syncretised/conflated with Pan (since he's the only Satyr god I can remember)? Of course it could be to show his chthonic nature, or that he's mostly around satyrs. But this piqued my curiosity.

[xxtc-96xx]

Huey- rock eater

Newtwo- crown eater

Mewtwo- Glitter drinker

Pig- ???

God eater

[zeninprincess]

pastries and documents; n. kento

wc: 2.8k | nanami kento x reader | office au

warnings: drinking 🍸, the use of 'name', no beta we die like kento

office romance au where nanami is your boss who is secretly in love with you, and you're pining him so bad. reader gets sick and nanami took care of her

a/n: this was supposed to be aizen but i feel like nanami would fit this better than aizen 🤭 also if there's still "aizen" or "grimmjow" in it my bad bro im writing this at 3 in the morning I haven't edited shit.

“good morning mr. nanami”

“morning ms. lastname”

nanami was a man who couldn't care less about feelings, love, or carnal desires. a man like him is someone whose calculated, precise, and self-sufficient. so, when a liability like you exist in his life, nanami could not stand the fact you light up his world, he needs to have you. you two were nothing alike, nanami being the calmer individu while you're a ray of sunshine, a bomb of glitter.

you see, despite you two being a co-worker, for nearly a year or so, you two had never interacted much, and when you do it's limited to “good morning mr. nanami” or when you bump into him in the middle of the day you'd say “good afternoon” “good evening” and when departing from office you’d say “see you tomorrow”

just because nanami is someone who prefers being a lone wolf doesnt mean hes a cruel boss to you, he was neither cold nor tough. matter of fact, contrary to popular beliefs, he was warm and approachable, he's easy to talk to. almost each time you say greetings or farewell he'd flash you a closed smile, or a on a rare occassion he would reply back depending on how he feels that day.

so when you find yourself for almost a year only interacting formally, what was the straw that finally made you decide to make a move first? there was no easy answer to this however, what really prompted you to pine him was the fact that you were drunk at a your co-worker’s celebration party.

that evening a fellow co-worker, had gotten the promotion to become the branch manager. satoru decided to throw a drinking party at a bar in which your boss, nanami was invited as well. after a few too many drinks you're left in a state half conscious. and even though the night is still young, and you know that, you were never a big drinker. even before this you have never really drank much. knowing this, satoru made fun of you for being a goody two shoes and you were having none of that so you tried your best to prove it to satoru's face.

‘tried’ being the keyword because after 3 glass of beer you're tipsy already, stuttering and blubbering anything that comes to your mind. little did you know, nanami watched you from across the table. observing silently, like a wolf stalking it's prey. back to you whose now on your fourth glass of beer you chug it all down gaining cheers from people hyping you up. you wipe the foam of beer that sat just right at the corner of your lip, and just when you thought it was over they ordered one more glass of beer. feeling peer pressured, you laughed and chug down the fifth, and then the sixth all in under half an hour.

then, there you are tipsy and disorganised. perhaps feeling bad, nanami interfered before satoru could coax you into drinking your seventh glass. “alright thats enough” he said as he adjusts his glass, walking over to your seat. and just when hes about to reach you, everything turned black. your body went into shock from alcohol poisoning.

waking up in the er, you found yourself dishevelled, missing one of your stocking and your black sweater. lucky youre covered in duvet, because people could see whats under your mini pencil skirt that you wear everyday to the office. you look around and found nanami sitting beside you, reading something you cannot quite make out. you try to sit up only to fall back into the not-so-comfortable hospital bed.

nanami turns his head to you, “easy, you could break that pretty little skull of yours” he chuckles as he helps you adjust your position. “w-what happened?” you ask, your voice raspy from dehydration. but before nanami could reply, a nurse and a certain white haired individual walks in.

“thank god… you could have a permanent brain damage. its because mr. nanami youre still alive!!” satoru said as he hugs you, his face shows guilt and especially concern about your wellbeing. “you see, you could have died, but thank god mr. nanami took you to the hospital as soon as you pass out. doctors had to pump your stomach to get the alcohol out of your system” satoru mansplained while you writhe in pain as you feel your head spinning around.

the nurse who was adjusting your iv, gave you a glass of water to reduce your migraine. nanami, whose sitting again now scolds satoru for pressuring you to drink more than what you can drink. you shot a weak smile as you thanked the nurse before she departed from the room.

thank god it was friday, you had saturday and sunday to rest. as nanami drove you home the next day, you couldn't stop thanking him for his action that saved your life and the fact that he paid for all your hospital bills.

“are you sure it's okay mr. nanami? i could send you back the-”

he cuts you off

“dont worry name, its my obligation to watch over other co-workers. besides, whats more important is youre alive and well” nanami replied followed with a smile. his eyes watched the road intently.

“i mean i know you would do the same to me name. im just returning the favor early”

you don't know why but that moved something inside of you. the way he articulate those words makes you feel a certain way. maybe its the fact hes so charming, or maybe how eloquent he is, dancing with words as if its his usual routine, it might also be the fact that he just have that natural charm, i mean the guy is enchanting, elegant, and articulate. but you would blame it to the fact that it's the first time you heard him talks about something other than stupid company stuff he usually discussed during meetings.

“right name?” he asks

“in a heartbeat mr. nanami” you replied. he clicks his tongue, the way his name rolls on your tongue sounds like songs of praises in his ears.

“call me nanami, or kento when it's just the two of us” you look at him, surprised by his request. you were surprised since you aren't even close to him hell, it's the first time you guys ever talk to these extent, somehow it felt like you knew each other for eternity.

that’s when you decided to return the favor by making him an apple pie on sunday morning. baking has always been your forte since you were young. with a family of chefs and bakers, you were taught how to bake sweets and pastries as soon as you could walk. and it grows on you because every time you have the opportunity to bake, you will do it and this one of the instances where you actually got a chance to do so.

monday comes, you walk into the office with files on your left hand, bag on your shoulder, and a freshly baked apple pie on your right hand. you knocked on his door with one of your elbow, then you opened the door. there he is, basking in all his glory with documents and files mounting all over his desk. he looks up to you. smiling, his eyes flicks into your right hand.

“i hope im not interrupting you, mr. nanami. i baked you a pie as a thank you gift” and with that you place the pie on his desk.

“oh you don't need to do this, but I guess thank you” he smiles. “uhhh its such a shame it's bigger than my stomach. if you dont mind, should we eat this together later?” he offered.

your words stumbled, your breath quickened, and your face turned red. “um, absolutely! but won't I upset your girlfriend?” you asked hoping he would say something like…

“i dont have a girlfriend”

oh… relief washes over you kmowing that nanami isnt taken, not yet atleast. well it's set then, you two are going to have lunch together.

this process repeats again and again. some day you found yourself wasting your break time to come to him, you even picked up his habits of staying up late in the office. and it was not unnoticed by your colleagues, especially satoru. he wonders if you got alcohol poisoning was a blessing in disguise. his boss who's now turning 35 finally found himself a girlfriend, or so he hoped.

despite the contrasting differences between you and nanami, you found yourself drawn to him like a moth to a flame, engaging into him more and more. each day you found yourself developing a crush on your boss. you even began to boldly flirt with him.

nanami on the other hand he's not really playing hard to get nor did he reciprocate, he was just there deflecting your sweet talks and your attempts to seduce him. although, deep inside nanami loves to see you try and pine him. he loves your attention and the pastry you bake him as an attempt to get him to fall in love with you.

he was a silent lover, he loves you from afar watching to his heart content, he loves when you do small things only he noticed. for example, when you're anxious you'd bite the nail of your thumbs, or how your fingers curls around your locks when thinking. he found all of that cute, it just fits you so perfectly. he also plays favourite with you, and it really stirred up your dynamic with your co-workers.

he would do things like extending your deadline, dismissing you whenever you're late, even giving you extra day off whenever he saw you depraved of your sleep. he would praise you here and there but he never really show how much he likes you, unless you really look into it.

your mother taught you that a way to a man's heart is through his stomach, and it's true because after weeks of baking him pastries, cake, sweets, spending lunchtime with him, he felt empty the day you didn't come to work and brought him his pastries as usual. your mom taught you well and nanami is the proof.

you never skipped a day working, even when he insists on giving you extra time off, you would deny the offer “i want to see you you know” you gave him the same excuse each time. until today, where you were nowhere to be found, not in the office kitchen, not in the cafeteria, and ofcourse your cubicle is empty.

nanami was alarmed by your absence from work, as you had never skipped a day before. he was also troubled by the fact that you didn't pick up his calls. He inquired about your location to satoru, who was smoking a cigarette outside the building while they both sipped their coffee. satoru then provided nanami with your information.

you were sick, you had high fever from getting wet when walking to the train station last night and now it made sense. nanami quickly called his secretary and told her to clear his schedule for the day. after that, he hurriedly drive himself to your house. he wanted to see you, he needed to see you. with a basket of fruit and a few medicine on his left hands and his briefcase on his right hand.

standing infront of your apartment door, a 6’1 man ringing the bell with each second he grew impatient, and he decided after the third time ringing your bell that he would invite himself in, but before he could do that he was met with a clicking sound of the white door.

looking up, your eyes met nanami’s. you were taken aback at the sudden appearance of nanami. sharp features adorned his already perfect visage. his suit is always neat with no signs of crinkles or stains. it's a stark contrast to your appearance now, with your hair tangled, covering yourself in your warm blanket, face pale as a ghost.

“can i come in?” he asks.

you took a step behind, letting him in.

“sorry if it's messy” you muttered under your breath, your voice has a hint of raspiness from lack of hydration, it was the same raspiness nanami once heard in the hospital. you invited him to your living room, setting down the medicine and fruits.

“tis for me?” you eyed the fruits and the meds. he nodded his head.

coughing non stop, he leads you down to your beige sofa. he put a palm on your forehead. you were burning up and nanami couldn't help but pray for god to just transfer all the pain you feel right now to him. he couldn't bear seeing you like this. then, he heard your stomach grumble loudly, and nanami couldn't ignore that.

“you haven't eaten yet? see, this is why young people these days get sick easily, they skip breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and- bla bla bla bla… you couldnt really process his scolding as you're too sick to argue back. seeing you rolled up in your duvet, trying not to fall asleep on the couch melts his heart.

-and the way you younglings live, my god you guys would rather stay up late to procrastinate more” his scolding came to an abrupt end when he felt your hand holding his. you didn't spoke any words but nanami understood.

“sorry, i'm just concerned for you” he paused “it's just, i don't want anything to happen to you” he elaborate further.

now nanami found himself pacing to your kitchen, taking off his blazer, loosening his tie, rolling up his sleeves. see, the thing about nanami is that he'd do anything for his loved ones, he may not be the best at cooking but he'll try and definitely succeed at that. he's planning to make you an egg porridge.

you desperately crawl to the kitchen trying to stop nanami from burdening himself but to no use, he carries you back to the living room and pins you on the couch.

“be a good girl for me, yeah? the porridge is already done so wait here” and you just nod. he smiles and paces himself to the kitchen once more before coming back with a tray of porridge and tea. “here, i know i'm not the best at cooking but atleast eat up for me” he said as he set the tray down to the table.

you eagerly sat up, ready to taste his food. he sat beside you and fed you with a spoon. “hey! im not a child. i can feed myself!' you protested, but nanami didn't give in. now you were being fed by your own boss whom you'd never have thought would do things to this extent for the sake of his ‘co-worker’

after a while the bowl is empty and you've taken your meds, the one that nanami bought you. he praised you for being good.

“so you do care about me nanami” you smiled as you teased him. expecting no response as usual, you were surprised when he replied back to your teasing. you followed him to the kitchen, he's doing your dishes while you sat on the kitchen island.

“of course i do. i'm worried sick for you!!” he exclaimed. “day and night I think of you, your wellbeing, your whereabouts. i sleep and the first thing i think about after opening my lids are you. when i see pastries i couldn't help but missing you, i breath for you, i want you no, i need you name” he confessed.

“ever since you started working here i-” he paused. “i was waiting for the chance to talk to you” he sighed. glancing at you.

your face reddened, the confession took you aback. he looked at you with loving eyes, it was as if nanami were drunk in love. “im not a man of many words but I always try” he continues his rambling while soaping up spoons “nanami… all these times i thought you're just being nice to me. i didn't know that you like me back”

“like?” he scoffed, not in a cocky way “no, no, you're wrong. i not only like you but I fell in love with you name” he continues to express his deep feelings for you.

“so…”

“be mine name, please. i can't stand the thought of you- mmph!!” he was cut with a deep kiss.

he didn't hesitate to kiss you back, deeper, more aggressive, it was full of desire yet gentle. you pull back and he's already missing your lips. “yes! yes i do!!”

“let me take you on a date, please” he begs. you chuckled and nodded to his request. “come here and kiss me already” he smiled as your lips dominate each other.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

bonus:

satoru cursed under his breath as he look at the clock, it was 11pm he found himself juggling between his works and your unfinished documents that nanami had forced him to finish during the days you were sick.

“god damn it. he better gave me a raise after this!!”

©️ zeninprincess 2024. reposting, plagiarizing, translating or claiming my works are strictly forbidden.

[sirenetica]

Damn, Girl! 🐟

Bringing to you my girl Tejeka, the heiress of Alternia. Rambling a bit under the cut vvv

Where to start. I love my girl! She's got three playlists, one a ship playlist with her ex and another her personal mixtape (songs she'd listen to rather her Vibe) and each are mostly organized by her taste. She's got that party girl vibe to her, always sneaking out to party hard or maybe hosting secret parties away from her hive. She's a big drinker, for better or worse, and its a bad habit. She's a hacker! Really just loves technology as a whole and loves breaking it apart and building it back together again with big pink glitter gifs and walls of movie scripts. She doesn't want all the trouble that comes with ruling the species (on account of the ruling empress sending her letters throughout her childhood, basically manipulating and gaslighting her, because ive always been interested in the two fuchsias of a universe having a more direct connection!) Her trollian is aniconicDebutante [AD], she's a Prince of Void derse dreamer, and has dreams about The Horrors up until she's awoken by an outside force on her moon (usually the last of her session to Wake Up so to speak)

This doesn't even cover all of the information i have for her but i think its fun to dive into it a little bit!

[kaigarax]

Absolutely Bright

Geto Suguru x Reader

Quote: "Fall in love with someone when they're soft and gentle."

“Would you die if someone told you to?” You asked, the back of your hand brushing up against Geto’s as the two of you continued onwards, the silence of night blaring loudly.

Geto looked at you, a frown pulling at his lips, “what’s this about?”

“No, you wouldn’t. Right?”

“Well I don’t imagine anyone would simply just agree to dying.”

“Yeah,” you hum, “that’s what I thought.”

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Geto Suguru has never been much of a drinker. Never saw a need to willingly put foul tasting liquid in his mouth just for the sake of losing all sense and all feelings of control.

You and Gojo, on the other hand, don’t seem to have quite the same sentiments. Willingly indulging in the foul tasting drinks as if you need it to survive. As if it’s a necessary task that needs to be completed in order to be a proper teenager. A task that neither of you seems to have too many qualms over.

Usually both you and Gojo are dragged back to school by Geto after a long night of him sitting in the back. Tonight though, it seems only you have gone beyond your typical limits as you stumble into him as he has his back pressed to the back of a wall.

“Geto.” You say, his name coming out slowly.

“Still alive, (L/n)?” Teases Geto.

You sigh, taking a seat against the wall beside him, “unfortunately.”

“Dying never really has been your forte, huh?”

You look up at him from your seat on the ground, “you don’t even know.”

Your eyes, despite being clouded over, seem to peer into his very soul. So bright and brilliant and swirling with gold. Almost like the very night sky.

Like Gojo you’d been blessed with eyes that see more than the normal person’s. And with eyes that see brilliantly come an appearance that is also brilliant. Geto can barely count the number of people that have been entranced by such eyes. He, himself, has always been rather immune to the beauty of eyes but always finds himself shocked at just how deeply you always seem to look at him. Almost as if you regarde him with a warmth and brilliance that he’s unaware he possesses.

Geto has to shake his head to pull himself from the grasp you’ve unknowingly placed around him.

You drop your head to your lap and sigh.

Geto reaches into his pocket and pulls out a silver lighter.

He doesn't actually smoke much, mostly carries it around for Shoko, but sometimes it helps to numb the bitterness in his mouth. More numb than it is badly tasting. Sounds like a brilliant idea as he drops down to take a seat beside you against the wall.

The white stick feels so brittle and fragile as he brings it up to his lips before lighting it up.

The sound of the lighter flicking seems to catch your attention as you look up at him overtop your arm.

“Those kill you, ya know.” You say.

You always tell Shoko the same thing whenever you see her smoke despite the fact that she never shows any sign that she plans to stop. Geto thinks that you mostly tell her now out of habit. That it’s not really something either of you think too much into and the thought is amusing. A sort of pattern that your friendship has fallen into.

Geto laughs, breathing in a drag, “I know.”

You bring a hand up to your uniform, pulling a few buttons loose before moving to pull your hair loose. You had put it up nicely earlier in the day but it seems that the heat has begun to get to you.

You always put a lot of effort into looking nice and presentable.

Geto thinks you look pretty with your hair loose.

Has to force himself to look away.

He holds the cigarette in his hand, staring at the red end of the blunt. It’s almost pretty as it slowly disappears - transforming into ash. Not pretty in the traditional sense but pretty in the way that broken glass is as it glitters in the sun. Something that’s only pretty when you’re in an intoxicated state of mind.

You move quicker than he thought you could as you snatch the cigarette from his hand.

Geto thinks that you’re going to throw it away so it surprises him when you bring it up to your own lips as you breathe in.

His heart flutters treacherously.

He can see the hint of a tattoo you have over your collar bone as your unbuttoned blouse folds over itself and hangs low, showing off the tanktop you wear underneath. He didn’t know you had gotten a tattoo though he isn’t all too surprised either. You always went out of your way to do small and subtle things to rebel as most teenagers did.

He can barely make out the word Absolutely in dark ink sprawled over your collarbone.

Your hair hangs loosely around your shoulders as you look up at him with those dazzling eyes. Geto thinks that he might be stuck here for an eternity, staring at you like this.

Then you break out into a cough.

Geto laughs, “first time?”

You pout, “don’t be mean.”

He pulls the cigarette from your grasp before dropping it to the ground and stepping it out.

“How do you and Shoko smoke that?” You asked, “it’s horrible.”

Geto shugs, “some people are just able to handle bad tasting things.”

“Ha,” you laugh, “bad tasting things,” as if it’s simply just another thing to say.

At one point in his life, Geto might’ve laughed too. Might’ve leaned down and brushed your hair back before kissing you on the lips. Might’ve even enjoyed the fluttering of his heart as you look up at him. But not all people are meant to stay the same - just as not all things are meant to stay exact.

“Do you have any siblings, Geto?” You ask suddenly.

“Hm?”

“I used to have an older brother and sister, you know.”

Geto looks at you gently, watching as you push back a loose strand of hair and turn to face him, “how did they ever put up with someone as annoying as you?” He knew that your father had quite a few kids but he had always been under the impression that you were the oldest. It was almost… surprising.

“I’ll have you know that I was an excellent younger sister.” You exclaim, “they love me.”

“I bet they do.”

“Well,” you look down, “at least they did.”

Geto’s heart pangs at the sad look you get. He feels guilty for something he’s had no control over. Almost feels as though the sadness you’re feeling is his own. Figures it’s probably time for you to head back as he turns around and kneels down, his back to you.

“What?” You ask.

“Get on.”

“Why?”

“I’m taking you back.”

You pout, “but I don’t wanna go back,” despite wrapping your arms around him.

Geto chuckles as he wraps his arms around your legs and props you up, “I think you’ve partied enough for one night.”

“Hm,” you grumbled as you rested your head on his back.

Geto slowly makes his way through the room before he finally spots Gojo. Gojo seems caught up in his own adventure at the moment - just barely making enough time to look up at Geto to smile and laugh.

Geto gestures to you before moving his head towards the door.

He doesn't really know if Gojo understands him or not but he doesn't wait too long to figure it out. Shoko’s still here and Geto can always come back and pick him up after dropping you off if things (Gojo) get too out of control.

It’s a lot quieter outside.

There’s less and less people as he makes his way back.

The cool night air has you leaning close to Geto for warmth.

The night skies are pretty. They’ve always been pretty but never something Geto actually thought much about. So far away and out of reach.

Geto hums gently to himself, the noises of night as his accompaniment.

Such a lovely world they’ve been born into. Even with curses and pain and suffering.

“Geto.” You say, your voice soft.

Geto’s humming abruptly stops as he feels you pull back slightly.

Was it bothering you? Did you find it annoying?

“You don’t like me very much, do you, Geto?” You asked.

Geto, whose arms are wrapped securely around you, laughs gently, “what makes you say that? I’m carrying you home in the middle of the night. I wouldn't do this for just anyone you know.”

“You’re only doing this because Satoru asked you to take care of me tonight.” You say, resting your head on his back.

Satoru.

You call him Satoru while he’s just Geto.

“I thought you were the one that didn’t like me.” Geto hums.

“Really?” You gasp dramatically, “what made you think that?”

“You never talk to me first.” Geto’s gentle voice is a contrast to your own intoxicated one, “always go out of your way to avoid partnering up with me and complain whenever it’s just the two of us assigned to a mission.”

“That’s because I’m embarrassed when I’m around you.”

“Are you now?” Teases Geto.

You nod, “of course. Everyone’s embarrassed when they talk to the person they like - like. And I, my good sir, happen to like - like you.”

Geto frowns, “you’re drunk, (L/n).”

“It doesn't matter anyway because you don’t like me.” You huff, “I’m just the transfer student in your eyes. Shoko’s an expert in reverse cursed energy while you and Satoru are the strongest. Poor ol’ me is left behind.”

“You’re not just the transfer student, (L/n).”

You will never be just the transfer student to him.

“You’re right. I’m also (L/n) to you. Next head of the (L/n) clan.”

Ah yes, the great (L/n) clan. Known for their cumulative abilities. Despite not being the eldest your father had determined that it would be you that would get to claim the great inheritance that is becoming the next leader. Unlike your siblings, you’d been born with the stars in your eyes; an ability only seen in your family once every few generations. So, after years of being trained and prepared by members of your Clan they shipped you off to Jujutsu School in hopes of giving you experience in the world before calling you back to fulfill your purpose.

Geto never really knew much, apart from what Satoru and Shoko had told him - and all their information had come from you.

He wonders what your father would think if he saw you now?

Well you were certainly getting your fair share of ‘worldly experiences’.

He feels a little guilty as the weight of your words sink in. He knows that you aren’t the closest with your father and your relationship is complicated. Well more complicated than normal families.

Geto’s frown deepens, “that’s not what I mean.”

“Then why’d you use my surname?” You pout, “you call Satoru and Shoko by their given names while I’m just (L/n).”

“Well I’m just Geto to you.” The sudden outburst is uncharacteristic of Geto. It has him suddenly halting his movements in surprise. He didn’t expect the words to come out so harshly. Didn’t think that he was capable of saying something so brash and cold.

And to you of all people.

An apology quickly forms in his mind but gets caught in his throat - as things usually do when it comes to you.

Your hold around him softens as you laugh, “Suguru.”

Your voice is so soft as you say his name. So warm and gentle. Geto isn’t certain he’s ever heard anyone say it in such a way before and it sends his heart racing. It feels so different from any other time he’s ever heard it from your lips. Or anyone else for the matter. Actually, Geto’s pretty certain this is the first time he’s ever heard you use his given name.

“(Y/n).” He says in response, slowly and calmly in hopes of masking the erratic beating of his ever treacherous heart.

“That’s not my name.” You say.

“It isn’t? But it’s what everyone calls you.”

“It’s my name but it’s not my real name. It’s what my mother wanted to call me but my father said otherwise.”

Geto laughs softly, “and what would you like me to call you?”

“Tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”

“I want to be your tomorrow.” You hum, nuzzling into the back of his neck, “I want to be all your tomorrows.”

Fall in love with someone when they’re soft and gentle.

[eggyboyoart]

ASTER, EDMOND AND OLIVINE and what drinks they prefer;

(RATED +18)

ASTER;

PINK DRINK DRINKER. My boy loves himself a cutesy little drink, especially when it has that swirling edible glitter.

I definitely think he drinks both socially and in private and probably has a private, highly-trained bartender employed and living at the manor.

If you pass him a sweet, fruity drink with some pretty rose petals on the top; he might just end up asking for a taste of something else..

“Awhh~ for mee? You really have to stop being so nice, or I’ll start to crave something a little sweeter~”

(TIP: add a few drops of your blood and he might not be able to contain himself.)

EDMOND;

Edmond is born of nobility so he is no stranger to drinking socially; though he almost always will opt for something non-alcoholic if the option is there.

As expected, he will always reach for the sweetest thing on the menu. Fruits, chocolate, sugar.. anything sweet enough will not escape his cravings.

So, when you hand him a sweet, fruity drink with sugar around the rim; alcoholic or not, he is most appreciative.

“hmm.. it could be sweeter but.. your generosity is most appreciated.. thank you.”

(TIP: if you wipe the sweet sugar off his lips with your thumb, he might just be tempted to taste it from your fingers.)

OLIVINE;

Ahh, our sweet busty priest. While the church doesn’t discourage drinking, Olivine will most likely opt out of any alcohol. Partially because he just doesn’t and also because his tolerance is insane.

He prefers drinks that are cozy, something with milk or cream is the best way to his heart.

Though, if you hand him something with some cream and alcohol in it; he becomes ‘a little clumsy’, which is strange – you thought he had a strong tolerance? Be careful; he might end up spilling it all over his chest.

“ahh.. it was so kind of you to make me that drink.. what a waste..”

(TIP: stick around and he might just ask for some help ‘cleaning up’)

[washa]

D.A.M.N crew headcannons (complete with some memes bc who doesn't love those)

Freelancer used to work part time at a bookstore. They're a huge fan of romance novels. So is Damien, he'll never admit that though.

Has a stash of academic rivals to lovers under his bed in a box. (YES I STAND BY THE FACT DAMIEN IS ACADEMIC RIVALS TO LOVERS FANBOY)

Huxley grew up on like farm property and has a pet duck and golden (or some other big ass dog like a great dane or smth)

Lasko uses his air elemental power thingy to blow dry his hair. Once time Co worker walked in and got a face full of water droplets.

De(a)mons don't technically need to walk in the elegy, so they'll just float around. This led to Caelum having this cotton candy looking cloud he just floats around on. It leaves a trail of glitter everywhere it goes.

This leaves like Freelancer sweeping their their floors when Caelum comes around.

Also Caelum can walk, so sometimes he like parks the fucking cloud jumps off it and just stumbles around like a toddler. 

Co worker is fucking amazing at parallel parking. Like sometimes other D.A.M.N teachers see them parking and think "oh shit they're not gonna make it" and THEY DO PERFECTLY EVERY TIME.

Damien played tennis back in high school, It just fits.

Damien is long sighted but wears contacts cause glasses are "too much of a hassle". Lasko is both short and long sighted has circle lenses and silver frames. Coworker got him those cool looking chains and he loves them so much (its reminds him of his dnd character ^^)

Huxley loves Damien with his glasses on. He really REALLY loves it when Damien's face gets all flushed when he presses a kiss to where Dames frame meets the bridge of his nose.<3

Freelancer, Damien and Lasko are coffee drinkers. Huxley and Co worker are tea drinkers. (Caelum drink hot cocoa or milkshakes, depends on the weather.)

Damien eats chips/popcorn w fucking chopsticks bc he hates the way the dust feels on his fingers.

Lasko stares at him everytime he sees it. like a judging "wtf" kinda stare 

Gavin is actually ass at video games, but board games? Bro will destroy your ass in a game of fucking operation, embarrass your whole damn bloodline when he play uno, dishonor your damn herritage when he plays monopoly.

Gavin can tie a cherry stem w his tongue. It got tied around his piercing once and Freelancer laughed their ass off at the sight of a cherry hanging by his tongue.

They took a photo and now that photo is Freelancers homescreen.

Gavin sometimes acts like a curious child when it comes to certain things. Like being a de(a)mon he doesn't know certain things abt human technology.

Example. He likes flushing the water in the toilet, he likes the way it swirls. He loves keyboards, he loves the sound they make when you press on the keys.

Damien was a "gifted kid" skipped a grade back in like year 5

Gavin hates when people waste food, He doesn't even need to eat it just irks him.

Lasko is the person who buys books but never reads them. He has so many stacks of unread books in his apartment

Freelancer had broke their tailbone right after developing their powers.

Caelum was assigned to them bc they were yes a humanborn and yada yada, but it was mainly bc they were miserable because of the pain.

Yes, Freelancer became Caelum's charge bc of a broken tailbone.

[lostboytold]

kj apa, homosexual, male + he/him → isn’t that peter pangborne? i hear that they're peter pan from peter pan. i hear their age is unknown but they look to be 23. they seem to be adventurous & cunning, but also reckless & manipulative. their aesthetics include gold glitter sprinkled on youthful toned arms, a broken compass that's endlessly spinning, the shadows of pure lust and intimacy of various people from a campfire.

BASIC INFO

full name — peter pangborne known as — peter pan age — forever twenty-three (neverland's first immortal) gender — cis male, (he/ him/ his pronouns) orientation — homosexual fairy tale connection — peter pan clothing style — forest color palettes, tight pants, high-waisted shorts, sleeveless shirts... leaves

PHYSICAL INFO

face claim — kj apa hair — auburn red / eyes — hazel height — five foot & eight inches build — athletic toned scars — none tattoos — n/a piercings — ears special characteristics — ears are unusually pointy but not quite to the degree of an elf

PERSONALITY

positive traits — daring, clever, vivacious, determined negative traits — impulsive, jealous, selfish, possessive hobbies — flying, dancing, mischief making, singing, flirting

MEDICAL INFO

mental — undiagnosed adhd, forgetfulness physical — active and healthy, neverland magic keeps him eternally youthful phobias — being abandoned, solitude eyesight — 20/20(left eye), 20/20 right eye dominant hand — ambidextrous alcohol use — yes, social drinker diet — anything that can be hunted and gathered in neverland, slight sweet tooth

SPICY INFO

sexual preference — versatile, bottom leaning kinks — romance, public play, exhibitionism, breeding, scents, hair pulling, rough, edging, oral fixations (his own), body worship, praise anti-kinks — gore/scat, blood play, infantilization, feminization

BACKGROUND

birthplace — london, england parents — unknown mother (deceased) & unknown father (deceased) siblings — none notable skills — adept audio mimicry, shadow teleportation, flyer (through pixie dust), exceptional gymnastic skills

BIO

Once a normal boy who grew up in the streets of London, England during the early Victorian era — Peter Pan took it upon himself to remain eternally youthful and escape the responsibilities of adulthood. He never excelled too well in academics at school, and was therefore destined for a life in the factories like his father. One night after turning to the ripe age of eighteen, Peter wished to runaway and be taken somewhere he would never have to grow up.

From the darkness, his shadow animated into a sentient being with a mind of its own. The dark figure beckoned Peter to follow it and led him to an alley where another peculiar tiny creature with dragonfly wings greeted them. A healthy sprinkle of pixie dust later, and Peter gained the ability to fly. Feet magically lifting off the ground, Peter soared high in the sky and away from the house he once called home. The trio of now best friends continued flying through the night and across the vast sea until they saw an island in the distance.

There, Peter remained for months. With his shadow and pixie companion's help, he not only survived — but thrived in the island. Still, he couldn't help but feel lonely and miss his parents. Not only that, he craved friends to hangout and forge strong bonds with. So, he left Neverland in what felt like an eternity to find those willing to be a part of his adventures. He'd travel back to London and frequent locale universities to invite young men who also want an escape to join him. Peter didn't discriminate, either. He happily welcomed older and more mature chaps in need of a good time away from the obligations of daily life.

Eventually, Peter assembled a solid retinue of men of different ages to be his 'lost boys'. Together, they reveled in the freedom and much needed respite provided in abundance by the island. So long as they stayed within the borders of Neverland, none of them aged a bit. It was an eternal adventure of flirting with mermaids, fighting pirates, and finding magical treasures.

Over the years, some of his lost boys began to yearn for home. They missed their old lives and families, which Peter often had a hard time understanding. Nevertheless, he didn't forbid them from leaving and frequently had to depart from the island to find a replacement. This carried on for decades. Sometimes, Peter is away for months in search for the perfect candidate or distracted trying to recruit a particular man into joining his motley crew. Alas, Peter's immortality is suppressed whenever he's in the outside world. This prolonged absence from Neverland caused him to age until he was in his early twenties.

Now with easier access to so many more New Worlds both magical and mundane thanks to Jack's enchanted beans, Peter is more determined than ever to bring together the perfect group of lost boys.

HEADCANONS

after spending years in and out of neverland, peter is approximately twenty-three years old. biologically speaking however, he's over a hundred in terms of age.

peter definitely fears someday being completely alone in neverland, without even his shadow or tinkerbell to turn to.

with his love for flying, peter has developed an addiction to pixie dust to the point he has the substance stored in bottles. he refuses to touch the ground unless in bed. more often than not, he can be seen levitating or floating casually.

through his shadow teleportation magic, peter has visited numerous amounts of realms. he's recruited lost boys from the likes of oz, wonderland, and much more.

[bravelostgirl]

ʙᴀʀɪꜱᴛᴀ'ꜱ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛᴍ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀꜱ ʟᴇᴛꜱ ɢᴏᴏ!!!

Qᴜᴇɴᴛɪɴ:

I find he would be a limited / festive drinker -- if not fruit tea or a latte at a push. ᴊᴜʟɪᴀ:

Black tea or coffee all the way , may treat herself to a frappe when feeling depressed

ᴊᴀɴᴇ:

Since her character gives me magical whimsy definitely tea with the whole ass tea pot -- she gives me Alice and the mad hatter rolled into one.

ᴇʟɪᴏᴛ:

Now I'm biased as I still think he would have what he has in my AU , that is a large black americano with three or two shots of vanilla but than again I could see him pushing the boat out to have a cortado.

ᴘᴇɴɴʏ:

Probably thinks it's over priced shit but if out on a date with Kady -- a mocha for sure , strong and sweet.

ᴍᴀʀɢᴏ:

Sweet delgiths all the way but with maybe an extra shot of coffee in them. So I can see her having salted caramel frappes with coffee or white chocolate mocha's with cream.

ᴀʟɪᴄᴇ:

Earl gray , black or fruit smoothie. Something easy and to the point

ᴋᴀᴅʏ:

Simple coffee , knowing she had to work hard for the easier things in life -- I feel like having any hot beverage would be OK. If penny was treating her -- caramel latte for sure.

ꜰᴇɴ:

All and any Christmas drinks or anything with extras-- it being toppings to glitter -- she would be happy. Fen would be the girl to have a iced flavoured latte with cream for sure. Simple pleasures for a simple queen.

ᴍᴀʀɪɴᴀ:

A little bit of a tough one -- I can see her having an americano too but maybe she would just add booze to her coffee -- added extras when needed.

ꜰʀᴏɢɢ:

He would definitely have an americano with milk but he would ask for it as a normal coffee for sure. Probably will add his own booze if possible

ᴛᴏᴅᴅ:

God all the hipster trend drinks , he would be pulling up tik tok or online recipes to baristas and asking them to make it fooor sure

ᴊᴏꜱʜ:

He acts like he has the finer things in life when he really just has a cappuccino or when high a salted caramel hot chocolate.

~~~

Thanks for reading, any other opinions are always valid and if I'm missing anyone important say!!!

[delta0003]

egotober-23-eyeball(s)

So i may have gotten inspired to write this from @leobashi god au. Plus I wanna give the antiaverage peeps a new fic. also part 1 of blood deity.

TW: Anti being an absolute FREAK, blood and gore(neck wound, eye gouged out and mentions of a blood sacrifice/trophy) towards the end , and S/A (mainly just a forced bloody kiss also towards the end.). Also forced marriage.

Hm my adoring puppets i congratulate you on a most successful battle. So much bloodshed and tears that came from the fallen oh it feels me with gratification as ANTI said but his tone said another thing for he wished for something other than the shining shields and the glittering bloodstained weapons. What ANTI longed for was well he wasn't quite certain to be honest. But he was tired of the constant battles. He needed something new in his life to bring back that spark. ANTI was sitting on his makeshift throne made of the bones of his enemies long in thought, thinking of what it was he wanted. His chosen puppets saw that their god was quiet and when ANTI was quiet it was never a good thing so they discussed and planned to bring happiness back into the gods life. 

The head disciples thought a ceremonial blood moon sacrifice might do it. So they communed with the eyes of silver which are a highly dangerous and kept secret group of assassins that ANTI chose and trained himself. The high disciples pleaded with the eyes saying “please help us’ they cried but it didn't take much convincing the eyes to do it since even the eyes were afraid of their master being melancholy. So they set out scouring the lands finding the perfect sacrificial lamb until one cold lonely night they came across a lone shepherd herding sheep into the pasture. So they decided he would do, the silver eyes snuck behind him. Knocking him out and dragged his body back to their awaiting master. Master master we have brought you a sacrifice of a lifetime ANTI’S disciples cried out, hm? Oh my adoring puppets have brought me an offering how sweet of you. What's the occasion? Well you see your godliness we have notice youve been depressed for a couple of days and we decided to bring you an offering to kill yourself. Ah how thoughtful of you hm well make sure our offering is taken care of in the meantime while i attend to other matters. As ANTI left the god was left to ponder about how he was gonna kill his precious offering oh how he couldn't wait.

Chase woke with a throb in his head, the sun starting to rise one minute he’s tending to the sheep the next he’s in a stone prison cell that smells heavily of copper and rust. He didn't know where or why he was here but he didn't like it one bit. He started to shout for somebody but nobody came. He looked around his cell and noticed a table and chair he didn't see before. He went to inspect the table that had a bountiful array of fruits and vegetables that were placed on golden plates. He also noticed the array of wines that smelled too good to pass up. Chase was more of a whiskey drinker but the wine was so sweet and food was delicious so he couldn't complain. But he still didn't know why he was in a prison cell of all places and why he of all people but Chase had to wait to get some answers. 

So he waited until the moon was high in the sky, casting its red glow tonight since it was a blood moon symbolizing a good harvest this year.Chase started to reminisce about how his son was born on a blood moon when his train of thought was interrupted. Ah the lone shepherd has awoken. A shrill almost mocking tone startled him. Who are you? Why am I here? Where the gods am i? A million questions shot through chases head. Heh dear shepherd you are going to be a part of something beautiful for our god. W-what do you mean? Heh in do time shepherd for now rest your weary head and dream of your family for you shall be joining them soon enough and do put these on our god is picky of what our sacrifices wear. The guard left his red cape billowing behind him. Chase's heart started to beat rapidly like hell he’s going to be a slaughter lamb for some crazy occult. Chase started to look for a way out of the cell but couldn't find even a crack in the foundation so he was left with only one option: he was gonna fight his way out and get back home. As chase thought that the cell lock clicked and the door started to creak open, Chase spon around and tensed but before he could run a voice broke out. Sleep. Was all chase heard before his vision blurred then darkened. 

Chase woke up with a start the smell of incense and the cool dark sky was all that he met. He found he couldn't speak nor move his body for it was bound to a stone slab. He moved his head to look around and was met with the sight of warriors draped in black armor with blood red capes some have gold highlights to their armor meaning they must be of higher rank. Then there was a single person that was dressed head to toe in red with a white mask with a silver eyed painted on it just staring at him like they were waiting for something to happen. Chase started to shake from the cold and his mind was starting to wonder, what was gonna happen to him? Is somebody going to save him? Chase closed his eyes and started to cry thinking of his life choices that brought him here. Then a velvet-like voice started to speak,  startling chase from his thoughts. Oh darling don't cry for gonna be my newest puppet many would grovel and beg to be in your place consider it an honor. Chase whipped his head to look at the voice and he was met with a person who held themself almost godly ethereal even. 

He stared into the person's blue? Sliver? Eyes silently pleading with them to let him go but he was only met with curt but joyous laughter almost like the person read his mind. Let you go and why would I do that? see here's the thing puppet your gonna be gutted then strewn upon my temple like a trophy then I'll just reanimate you to be a soldier in my army hahahahaha. Chase's eyes widened and he started to struggle finally noticing he only had a white cloth that was embroidered with gold covering his lower half his cheek started to flush a deep red. Heh aw the poor puppet just realized how vulnerable his REALLY is, heh almost like a rabbit that is about to be hunted or like a lamb to slaughter hahaha oh how this will be fun. ANTI raised the knife above Chase's collar bone and was about to plunge it into his chest when a thought crossed ANTI’S mind he really started looking at this person beneath him. His face tear stained and red sparked something in anti that nothing else has before he wanted more of it, he wanted to keep this specimen to himself so anti lowered the knife and took the gag out of chases mouth and started to unbound chase from the altar. Speak puppet, tell me your name.  It took chase a minute to find the words he wanted to run or at the very least snarl or snide back at the person but something in chase was telling him to just answer the question. C-chase sire my name is chase. Eheh chase, hm a beautiful name for an even prettier man i like it. Chase blushes at the compliment a-ah thank you sir. Hm do call me anti its my name and no need to be thankful we are gonna be spreading a lot of time together after all since your gonna be a part of my private collection. Private what now. My collection lamb, i know you humans are slow but do try to keep up. What no, I don't want any part of your weird freaky cult. Cult? No dearest, we are the great army who protects the land and I am their god ANTI god of war and chaos. To compare us to some cult with a dingy demon is an insult. What no, the great army would never do this, they would never sacrifice an innocent life. Hehe aww that's cute but anyways dearest we really should be going dont want you catching your death out here do we? As anti said his voice lathered in honey reaching a hand out to chase. SCREW YOU as chase snatched the blade from antis hand plunging it into antis neck spraying blood down chases face and chest soaking anti black robe. Hehe sweetheart did you really think that would kill me anti gargled out. JUST FUCKING DIE ASSHOLE as chase took out the knife from antis neck plunging it next into antis eye tearing it out so the optic nerves were showing. Heh lamb you sure are funny as anti said his appearance changing he started to get taller/paler/his hands starting to turn black he abruptly grabbed chases arms.  You know lamb if you wanted to get violent you could have just waited until we got to the bedroom hehe. Anti said with a curt tone. But I guess I was a little forward. We haven't even had a wedding yet, oh i know to have a wedding all you just need is the groom/bride and people who know both people right? Did I get it right? Hehe human customs are so weird but all we need is a speech and a kiss right then we are married right? Hm i dont think im gonna do a speech, i think i'll just dive right into the kiss that binds us together. .

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I think Pig is the only one who hasn't consumed something inedible unlike her glitter drinker da, her crown/paper eater aunt and her rock eater cousin. (nom? Sure but eat? Still no)

Unless u count that one time she seemingly devoured that one backroom monster but one could argue it just escaped after she ripped its arm.

yeah she hasn't devoured anything weird

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Curled up within the turbulent gases of the Cone Nebula, the Star-Drinker slumbers and dreams of white-hot hydrogen. His hoard is made up not of glittering gold and treasures but of thousands upon thousands of stars. He prides himself on his collection’s range of stellar evolution stages, having curated every main sequence star from white dwarfs to supergiants. Now he searches for the exotic — stars made of quarks and preons, even dark stars, ancient and hungry.