#he is our starshine baby

[abastardworthknowing]

Choosing to spread love by loving Crowley so so much because he deserves to be loved because he never did anything wrong ever never

[2-dsimp]

Any of the guys with a pregnancy kink?

On the father, the spirit, and the son, pregnant people are fine as fuck. I always be looking respectfully.

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【The H.S.M Scenarios; Pregnancy kink edition】

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Cw: MDNI NSFW 🔞 Fem reader, pregnancy kink

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“Atta girl, taking in every single drop like a good mommy~ Just lay back on me wife. I wanna get that cute tummy of yours all plump n full of me again and again—Fuck!”

Nokka the husband, this guys a no brainer. He’s so confident in his seed that he doesn’t even need a pregnancy test to check if he had knocked you up with his baby. But Your husband will let you do so if only to prove that his elite sperm had done its job well. in making his wife’s belly swell up beautifully with his potential son. And hence the moment you started showing a baby bump, your meager time alone at home would diminish. As this man is constantly on you like white on rice. He’s rubbing your belly possessively with his big hand. Watching football while having you warm his cock. Of which he complained got so rock hard that it was borderline uncomfortable for him to even sit wearing his baggy sweats. All because of how his wife was lookin too damn irresistible in that pregnancy glow. (And just in general… this man’s a bonifide caveman simp for his wife)

“Awe my poor player 2~ is our little player 3 acting up too much? Don’t worry! I’ll tell em to take it easy on you mkay mamma? Just spread them legs wide for me so that lil bugger can get the message”

Soma the Zombie, always dreamed of having a team of professional gamers to carry on his legacy of being number one in the world. He often joked around saying that 3 kids wouldn’t be enough. Since he’d never get enough of seeing that radiant glow you’d possess when you’re heavy with his child. And ever since he got infected his obsession with keeping you full got even more demanding. The Zombie had his tentacles that sprouted from him squeezed and kneaded your breasts for any source of milk to suckle on. while his thick gelatinous tendril cock squirmed itself inside your well used cunt. His suckers messaged against your love cannal trying to cease the baby’s incessant kicking by giving them a taste of their own medicine.

“B-but sunshine won’t this u-upset our little starshine? N-no? Then I guess it’ll be f-fine. Just don’t p-push yourself too hard, I only w-want you to f-feel good my love”

Moros the Torturer, would be considering himself blessed to even be able to have such happiness in raising a child with you. He’d always make sure to cater to your every need during your pregnancy. You’ve got a craving for baked goods? He’ll bake enough for a whole football team. Need a deep tissue massage? The Torturer’s on the case, after consulting with Koji the medic what would be the best spots to soothe for his pregnant darling. You’d have to be the one to try and initiate any sort of intimacy to get his gears going. Since he’s a timid gentle giant who’d cry if under the impression that he somehow hurt you. By delving his thick uncircumcised cock so deep inside your wet snatch that its fat tip was kissing languidly against your cervix. With each gentle but jerky buck of his semi inexperienced hips. His scarred hands would always subconsciously find themselves on your stomach. As he’s just so grateful at how now he’s got two stunning guiding lights that’ll brighten up his day.

[laurenairay]

Carving pumpkins - B. Boeser

Summary: it’s your first Halloween with Brock and you want to do something fun to mark the occasion.

The tenth and final of my Autumn & Halloween blurbs! Ending on a high note with this ball of sunshine (with a fun bonus at the end!)

Word Count: 473 words.

Tagging: @fallinallincurls @starshine-hockey-girl @lam-ila @kurlyteuvo @tonyspep

@cixrosie

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“Are you busy today babe?”

Brock looked up from where he was putting lunch together, face instantly warming with a smile.

“No, just whatever we’re doing today,” he said simply.

Perfect, just what you wanted to hear.

“Do you think, maybe, after we’ve finished eating we could pick up a couple of pumpkins?” you asked hopefully.

“Pumpkins? Uh, sure, why not?” he mused.

You could tell he was humouring you so you figured it was probably best to get your thoughts out in the open.

“I thought it would be nice to carve pumpkins together. For our first Halloween. I know it’s dumb but it could be fun,” you admitted.

Brock’s smile faded a bit, and he quickly shook his head. “It’s not dumb. Not even a little bit. And it’ll definitely be fun!”

“Yeah? You don’t mind?”

“I don’t mind at all. I can’t remember the last time I carved a pumpkin. Can’t always guarantee I’ll be around, you know? And I hate the thought of coming back from a roadtrip to something rotting on my front porch,” he said, grimacing slightly at the end.

Okay yeah he had a point there. And it only made you more determined.

“Lunch, then pumpkin shopping, and then pumpkin carving. Let’s do this,” you grinned.

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“I’m not going to lie, the guts are way more slimy than I thought they’d be,” Brock said, pulling a face that made you laugh.

“I’ll separate the slimy stringy bits from the seeds later – roasted pumpkin seeds are such a good snack,” you mused.

“You have the best ideas,” Brock grinned.

You felt you heart flutter as he leaned forward and pecked your lips in a kiss, trying to keep the heat from rushing to your cheeks. Even after all these months, the way he handed out compliments like that still affected you so much each time. Not that you were complaining, not really.

“Do you know what you’re going to carve?” you asked, wiping your hands clean and dry on the dish towel you’d brought over.

“Hm, something easy? I was thinking something like Jack Skellington from Nightmare before Christmas?” Brock suggested.

“That’s such a good idea!” you grinned.

“Not too simple?” he said, wincing slightly.

“No, not at all. It’ll look really effective with a candle in too,” you nodded, smiling.

Brock smiled warmly back at you, pecking your lips in another kiss before leaning back to pick up a small pumpkin carving knife.

“I can do this. I can totally do this,” he murmured, mostly to himself.

“I believe you,” you teased.

“Laugh all you want baby, when these turn out amazing I am absolutely showing these off to the team. Maybe even Instagram,” he shrugged, unperturbed.

“Well damn, I’d better come up with a good design myself then,” you mused.

Brock just laughed.

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[coffeeghoulie]

If you're still taking kiss prompts, Dewther with 27. Thanks!

I love writing dewther so much lol. Sorry if the formatting’s scuffed, I wrote this on my phone lol, hope you enjoy!

Prompt from this list

#27: as a suggestion

Aether's not exactly sure what time it is when he looks up from his desk, the fine print on the paperwork in front of him all starting to blur in the blue light from his computer monitor. He pushes his glasses up to rub at his eyes, straightening with a jolt as he sees a figure stepping into the infirmary office, clearing their throat.

"Dew, darling, what's wrong? Are you alright?" He stammers, reaching out with his quintessence to quickly scan over his mate. He knows that Dew has chronic pain that ebbs and flows, aching joints and scars, fears not being there if a flare-up had hit, unable to soothe his mate's pain.

Dew chuckles softly, stepping closer to the desk as the quintessence flows over him. His copper eyes flutter shut at the sensation, like carbonation and ozone. "I'm fine, Aeth, Cold, though. In that big bed of ours, all alone."

Aether sighs, runs a hand through his hair, pushing the dark strands that had fallen into his face back into his mohawk. "'m almost done with this, Dew," he lies, gesturing to the mess of papers on his desk. He winces as Dew raises an eyebrow, both of them knowing that's not the case.

"Aether, starshine," Dew says, voice monotone. "You have never been able to lie to me. Don't bother trying now."

Aether sighs again, meeting his eyes. Dew's right, of course. He's always been able to see right through him. Sometimes it makes him feel like a particularly interesting insect pinned to a board, but others? Its a relief to be known.

"The papers will still be there in the morning, starshine," Dew says, leaning over the cluttered surface of his desk to take his face in his hands. He leans into it, staring up at his mate's face. Backlit by the shitty fluorescents in his office, Aether's own shirt slipping down his shoulder, revealing the long-healed bite that matches his, bare-legged, the hem of his shirt brushing the tops of his narrow thighs, Dew is the closest to angelic a hellbeast like them will ever be.

Dew smooths his thumbs over the stubble on his cheeks, overdue for a shave. Strands of hair frame his face from where it falls out of where it's been braided back. "You haven't been sleeping much, have you? You look like shit."

Aether laughs dryly. He knows it's true. But the paperwork needs to get done, both for the infirmary and for the Abbey's bookwork. He leans into Dew's hands, even as he sets his shoulders despite his exhaustion. "I do have deadlines, you know."

Dew's brow furrows, and Aether knows he's been late to bed for a week now, only collapsing into their nest long after Dew's fallen asleep. "You're killing yourself over this, starshine," he hums sadly, still stroking his cheek. "At least gimme a kiss good night?"

Aether gives him a little smile, bringing his hand up to cover Dew's. "Of course, darling. C'mere."

Dew leans further over Aether's desk, until their lips are so close Aether can feel the warmth radiating off of him. Dew kisses the corner of his lips, pulling away before Aether can give him more.

Aether keens, reaching subconsciously for his mate as the fire ghoul steps backwards from the desk. "Baby, come on, gimme a real kiss."

Dew laughs, a spark of satisfied mischief in his eyes. "Nuh-uh. You can get a real kiss if you come to bed, Aether."

"Oh, you brat," Aether growls playfully, watching Dew's face light up in a grin as he stands. "Tempting me away from my work."

"Your mate," Dew says, still slowly backing towards the door, "Has never been able to tempt you from anything. This is all you, you stubborn ghoul."

They both freeze, locking eyes for a long moment before Dew turns, darting down the hallway back towards the ghoul wing. Aether growls again, the noise broken by laughter, hitting the light switch as he follows.

[redyarns]

resist much, obey little (ch 1)

Alastor had a noose around his neck.

There was only one person who could loosen it.

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Temptation had never strung Lucifer along. He was an angel of Heaven no matter what anyone else said, and he had never fallen whim to any of the sins that humans were so eager to do.

And Alastor, a demon and a sinner who had fallen even further after death, was the most forbidden fruit of all.

He was the very embodiment of blasphemy.

But by God, did Lucifer want him.

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Knock-knock.

Lucifer let out a weak groan as he slowly let his arm slide off his eyes and off the side of the couch. Red starlight drifted through the torn curtains of a nearby window and nearly blinded him even with his eyes closed, and he had to squint and blink half a dozen times before he raised a hand and scrubbed at his face. 

Knock-knock. 

“Give me a second,” he called to the idiot who kept banging on his door. 

He felt like, well. He felt like someone had take a grinder, stuffed him inside, made him into a sausage, and then shoved said sausage into all their orifices. 

He hadn't felt this tired, this pained, in a very long time, and he liked to think he had a high pain tolerance. Nothing had hurt him quite as much as the Fall, or when Lilith left, or when he had to acknowledge his subjects, but he still couldn't quite shake the bone-aching exhaustion as there was a small rustle beside him along with a coo. 

Knock-knock-knock. 

“I said in a minute!” Lucifer barked again, the infuriating sound pacified at least for now as his tone shifted into something far more gentle while he curled around the small bundle of warmth that he had fallen asleep with. “My little princess, did you sleep well?” 

Charlotte Morningstar was the apple of his eye and she was all the more beautiful because of it. She was tucked carefully in between the solid back of the couch and his own body. There was no one in Hell or even the Heavens that would try to defy him and dare to harm her, but it quelled at least some of the constant anxiety in him to know she was near him. 

She waved her chubby fists in the air, her eyes already crinkled at the edges with her delighted smile, and he couldn't help it as he gathered her even closer and buried his nose into her soft, beautiful hair and inhale the smell of baby powder. 

“Well, starshine, I guess it's time to see who wants to bother our peace so early in the morning,” Lucifer sighed. 

Honestly, what kind of fool knocked on anyone's door this early, much less the devil's himself? He dreamed of strangling the idiot who was standing outside his house; maybe it was a stupid imp who wandered somewhere they shouldn't have, or Asmodeus coming to whine to him again, or even worse, Lili - 

KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK. 

“How dare you disturb your king's slumber?” Lucifer roared, now fully enraged as he ripped open the door so forcefully that it was torn off the hinges completely. 

Bits of wood and debris rained around him as his tail lashed in anger, his horns spontaneously grown out of the crown of his head, and he was only a second away from turning this worthless demon into a husk, only for a piece of paper to suddenly be shoved into his face. 

“What the - “ Lucifer said, and he squinted to read the blurry text, a result of staying up far too many nights in a row and refusing to do anything about it. 

Hey, Idiot! 

Want a job no other can fulfill? Do you want some light shed in your otherwise pitifully empty life? 

Are you capable of destroying the very atoms who dare to disturb my own? 

Then this is the job for you! 

Your King of Hell is in need of assistance! 

(Fail and I will rip out your intestines, stuff them with your liver and kidneys, and make you eat your meat sausages while gouging out your eyes to prepare you jelly on toast.)

Details include: 

-Changing and checking diapers

-Feeding and napping at appropriate times

-Obliterating anyone who dares to harm Charlie or make her cry 

-Entertaining her and keeping her away from that blasted thing called a television

-Keeping me, your boss (and overlord and King of Hell) updated on every activity she does

-Schedule appointments and calls accordingly

-And anything else I ask you because I said so

Contact the number below to get in touch with me, Lucifer Morningstar, to schedule an interview today! 

666-666-6666

Lucifer had to read it once, twice, before he managed to dig up some fuzzy memory from about at least four months ago. 

He remembered it in pieces; how exhausted he was as he tried to cope with the loss of his wife and the sudden gain of a child; his madness as he tried his best to coax Charlie into sleep, even as she refused and wailed; his internal grief as he tried to understand what to do or how to do it. 

He had summoned a succubus and demanded that they put up all of his haphazardly made fliers all around hell. In complete honesty, he had forgotten all about it as soon as the papers disappeared from his desk, as Charlie had proceeded to vomit over his button-up and was wailing again. She'd developed a fever and the night had dissolved into a frenzy to better her as quickly as possible. 

He hadn't expected anyone to read the flier, much less even give it a second thought, and his horns and tail slowly disappeared as he pushed aside the paper and glared at the demon who dared to show up right at his doorstep. 

The demon was a sinner. He had a soul unlike the hellborne, and seemed to enjoy it, too. He grinned too widely and seemed way too into the dress-red-for-Hell theme, and when he spoke, his voice crackled with the poor frequency of an old timey radio as he said, “well hello to you, my liege! I suppose I might have troubled you this morning, but I’m here about your curious job offer!” 

“Why are you here at all?” Lucifer snapped, balancing Charlie on his hip and bouncing her when she began to fuss. She drooled on the lapel of his jacket, but as long as she wasn't crying, that was fine by him, so he allowed her to continue as he snarled, “the flier says to call me at the number on the bottom! Are you as blind as you are disobedient?” 

The demon's grin widened just by a fraction of an inch, and he bent down into a deep, sarcastic bow. “My apologies, Your Majesty. That was not an oversight on my part; I just don't have a fondness for those… things.” 

“Things?” 

“Cellphones,” the demon said slowly, like the word was clunky and ill-fitting in his mouth. He rubbed his chin with clawed fingers in thought and said, “I'm rather old fashioned, you could say, and those little devices with their tiny buttons are beyond my time.” 

“Huh,” Lucifer grunted, less than a little interested in whatever the demon was saying. He had most of his attention on Charlie, who was now gnawing on his finger with her gums, and he said, “yeah, whatever you say, grandpa. If you want an interview then come in. But touch anything and I'll kill you.” 

“I wouldn't dream of it, sire!” The demon trilled happily as he stepped over the threshold and, bizarrely enough, summoned a microphone staff and used it like a cane. 

This demon was an unusual one, even among Lucifer's bunch of vile and annoying little shits he called his subjects, and he wondered if he made a mistake letting him in as he pointed at the now broken pieces of the door and said, “that's your first question. If you really aren't illiterate and you read that flier, then you know I don't want some useless little wimp. Show me how powerful you are and then I'll - “ 

Magic swelled in the air like a sudden puff of air, and Lucifer blinked as the door was suddenly fixed and placed back on its hinges. Why, the smug asshole even decorated the damn thing with little carvings of microphones all around the edges. 

“You didn't let me finish,” Lucifer snarled. 

“No need to, Your Majesty,” the demon said, looking rather pleased with his handiwork as he observed the wood. “What kind of assistant would I be if I couldn't at least predict your basic wants or needs?” 

Lucifer stared, tilting his head slightly.

The demon didn’t say the words in contempt. In fact, he seemed excited about it, which further solidified the idea that he was a weirdo. 

Lucifer was the leader of the Pride Ring, after all, so he was excellent at evoking hilarious reactions by poking at people's sensitive prides, but this demon didn't seem at all offended over the demeaning job of being an assistant. 

And to think a powerful demon like this existed at all… his magic from just now was similarly no joke. It was the kind of stuff that tingled across Lucifer's skin and nearly down his back and to his wings, which rustled restlessly when he thought too hard about it. 

He always had them tucked away for several reasons, but to think a sinner had the ability to create enough power to have him move even a single feather was… impressive. 

It was impressive and he was annoyed about it, which probably showed on his face as he clicked his tongue and said, “show off. Fine. Charlie has to have breakfast now, so come on.” 

Lucifer ignored the way the demon's smile crinkled at the edges as he turned on his heel and marched to the kitchen. 

It pinched the edge of his mind to see just how destroyed the place was. Various toys, baby contraptions, clothes, and uneaten food littered the place. 

It also smelled vaguely like baby powder and oil, and Lucifer himself probably looked like an actual disaster with how his hair was unkempt and he hadn't changed his clothes in three days, but he was too tired to care as he stepped over a mountain of stuffed animals. 

The kitchen was no less of a messy tornado than the living room, but at least the high-top was clean. 

Lucifer cooed to his daughter as she kicked her legs and squealed in delight when he lifted her into the air and kissed her bare belly, distracting her from destroying yet another piece of furniture. 

“She doesn't like sitting,” Lucifer sing-songed, keeping his voice as high-pitched and sweet as possible while slowly starting to lower her into the cushion of the chair. “But as long as you keep her distracted, she can do it with minimum fuss! Right, Charlie? Right, starshine? My wonderful wittie bittie girl, look how good you are!” 

Lucifer let out a huge, admittedly rather relieved sigh when she let her chubby legs stick through the opening of the high-too while she bashed her tiny fists onto the table. She only made small, little displeased noises when he tied a bib around her neck and she blew a raspberry, but that was it. 

This was turning out to be a great morning, then. 

“Go on,” Lucifer said, turning around and crossing his arms as he tried to look as intimidating as possible. It was then that he realized the demon was at least a foot taller than him; the audacity! “Feed her. That's your second question; if you really want this job, you should know how to take care of a baby.” 

“Hmm,” the demon hummed. He didn't seem at all perturbed by the hostility nor the near harassment of demands, and he merely waltzed over to the fridge, opening it and bending at the waist to observe what was inside. 

After only a moment of looking, he reached in and grabbed several apples, all bright red and crisp. He took care to avoid any of the ones with spots on them, Lucifer realized, and the demon whistled a cheery tune as he juggled four apples easily and then threw them all up at once. 

He snapped his fingers and a blender popped into existence, taking the fruits with ease and floating in the air as it blended them into a sauce. 

“There,” he said, smug and satisfied as the blender poured out several mini jars of perfectly liquified apples. “Nutritious and well-processed to avoid any chunks.” 

“Anyone can blend apples, smarta - smarty-pants,” Lucifer snapped. “I mean feed her. I don't give a shi - crud if you’re powerful and if you've read every single parenting book in the realm. If she doesn't like you, I’ll crush you here and now.” 

That was the barest truth of all of this. Lucifer was the most powerful of them all, could destroy any single one of them into dust if he truly wanted, so what did it matter if this single demon was slightly stronger than average? 

All demons had the potential to grow just as much as he had, but Lucifer didn’t give a flying rat's ass about that. It simply boiled down to if Charlie liked them. 

He refused to have someone be her caretaker if she hated them. She needed love, warmth, compassion - all the things no regular demon could give. She deserved those things, and Lucifer had already given his whole heart to her, but he knew it wasn't enough. 

For the first time since he got there, the demon hesitated. His smile waned only by a centimeter, but it was noticeable enough, and he eyed Charlie apprehensively. 

After another second of contemplation, he approached her slowly, and Lucifer watched from only a few feet away, his wings threatening to burst out of his back from how tense he was. 

He didn't know this demon, couldn't trust him as far as he could throw him, and if there was even the slightest chance that he would hurt Charlie, Lucifer had to intervene and make him eat his own intestines. 

Luckily, the demon didn't do such a thing. 

He set aside his microphone, leaning it against the counter, and he bent slightly so that he was eye-level with the baby. 

Charlie gurgled, a noise of curiosity more than apprehension or fear, and she drooled a little as she stared at him and blinked in question when he curled a finger and a jar of applesauce floated towards him. 

“Your Highness, although I know it must be very early in the morning for you, it's imperative to a young demon's health to eat well in order to grow and ascend to their rightful place,” the demon said. “In your case, it's your throne. It would be a tremendous help if you didn't make a fuss.” 

Lucifer watched in bewilderment. 

This man talked to his Charlie like she could understand a word that he just said. On good days, she could comprehend basic commands of no or stop , but that was the absolute limit. 

She didn't even know what her hands were, or had any sort of object permanence! How could this stupid demon expect her to understand any of that? 

But instead of flinging applesauce into his face like Lucifer expected, Charlie merely popped her lips, grumbled for a few seconds, and then opened her mouth obediently. 

Lucifer's jaw dropped as the demon laughed from his throat. 

“Well done, Princess,” the demon said, his eyes crescent-shaped from how pleased he was. He even spoon-fed her with his hand, not his magic, and he continued to speak like she was a grown woman instead of a baby who dribbled most of the applesauce down her chin and to her bib. “You are exceeding my expectations already. I have no doubt you will continue to do so.” 

He hummed as she continued to eat, slowly making her way through the jar of fruit. Anytime some of the sauce spilled out of the corner of her lips, he patiently wiped it away with a summoned handkerchief, and he even allowed her to grip onto one of his fingers as he fed her. 

Charlie loved grabbing things. It was her way of seeking comfort or validation when she was doing something new, and she had never eaten apples before this. She always loved to tug on Lucifer's hair or his clothes with an iron grip, but she seemed completely at ease as she licked at the spoon and smiled gummily at the demon when he tutted. 

“Your Highness, etiquette is important to proper young ladies like yourself,” he said, but his voice was gentle and not admonishing as he rubbed at her cheek again with his napkin. She beamed at the touch and giggled. “Yes, yes. You are forgiven. Now, let's make sure you don't regret your breakfast, shall we?” 

Before Lucifer even had a chance to say anything, the demon scooped Charlie up and out of her chair. Her legs kicked like she always did whenever she realized she was about to be carried, and she snuggled against his shoulder as he properly secured her to his chest and began patting her back. 

He was burping her. 

He had managed to feed her, soothe her, indulge her habit of grabbing things, and he was now burping her. 

Lucifer felt like a puppet whose strings were just cut as he sagged suddenly against the counter and had to grip it tightly to make sure he didn't crumble to the ground. 

For the first time ever since Charlie's birth, he had a moment of freedom, a moment to breathe, and he inhaled deeply as he ran a hand through his disheveled hair and hysterically thought to himself that he now had a chance to shower.

“Demon,” he commanded as best as he could, but it really sounded like he was on the brink of toppling over as he continued to watch the pair. 

“Hmm?” The demon replied, never stopping as he continued to pat Charlie's back while walking in a circle, bouncing slightly with each step so she wouldn't grow bored. 

“Your name,” Lucifer said. 

The demon grinned at him. It was a disturbing smile, really, and Lucifer had half the mind to wipe it off his smug little face for daring to look so triumphant, but he refrained. 

After all, the demon seemed to understand the hidden meaning of his question, and when he spoke, his voice crackled at the edges of his pleasure as he bowed slightly and said, “Alastor.” 

“Well, Alastor,” Lucifer said, hauling himself up to his feet and trying to blink away the spots in his eyes. “I hope you know what you're getting yourself into.”

Alastor purred. 

“I look forward to working with you, Your Majesty.” 

[italicized-oh]

hello hello and welcome back from academia hell!! tis lovely to see you, and I hope you're having the most wonderful of days/weeks <3 for prompts purposes, if you're interested: jace and porter attempting to do research on gods/ascension/divine rituals for the sake of The Plan? (how well this actually ends up going is of course a matter of debate)

you’ve activated my secret codes dear. Get ready for Research and Rituals, baby. They’re looking into the orphic cosmogony bc i have Issues. um. nsft and also light gore? but v v tame compared to our usual fare in this tag lmao

Jace feels Porter come up behind him and slumps backward against the wall of warmth. He knows the moan he lets out when Porter digs his thumbs into Jace’s shoulders is pornographic, and he doesn’t even care. He drops his head back against Porter’s stomach to look up at him.

“Did you know that Protogonos hatched from an egg, according to some Orphic hymns?” Porter hums, listening. “And then created all the other gods in that pantheon? Oh, yes, perfect, right there– and that some people believed there was a son of Persephone, who was raped by Zeus disguised as Hades, called Zagreus, who was torn limb from limb because Zeus– fuck, your hands, Porter– because Zeus was tricked, but Zagreus’ heart is saved and then implanted in Zeus’ thigh, and Dionysos is born from that? Fuck–” Jace cuts off with a high-pitched moan.

Porter keeps massaging, hums again, and leans down to kiss Jace on the forehead before whispering in his ear. “Sweetheart, if you’re asking to ride my thigh, you know the answer’s yes.”

Jace flails a hand backward to slap ineffectively at Porter. “No, you animal, I’m just saying, there’s about a million different ways people think people become gods, all of which are impractical. I’m getting nowhere– oh, fuck me–”

Porter bites the shell of Jace’s left ear. “Again, the answer is yes, starshine, but you can beg if you wanna.” 

Jace is torn between pulling away to make his point and collapsing further back into Porter, who’s now biting at Jace’s neck. “Stop– stop that, I’m working, or do you not– ohh, gods– do you not want to know how to actually become a god?”

Porter bites harder, worrying at the skin under Jace’s jaw. “Hmm, don’t tempt me, sweetheart. Can’t have you working without inspiration, after all. Seems to me anyways that the point is more that the story sounds good than that it makes sense.” Jace goes rigid under him, shooting straight up into Porter’s chin. “Ow, fucking hell, Stardiamond, can’t a man leave a hickey in peace around here?”

Jace slaps Porter’s shoulder. “Oh, hush, you ginormous baby. For once in your thick-headed life, I think you might be onto something.”

Porter wiggles his eyebrows. “Oh, I’ll be onto something, all right. One more smart remark and you’ll find out just how onto something I can be.”

Jace snorts despite himself, failing to disguise a laugh. “Fine, fine, keep gnawing on me, what do I care. I’ve got a hymn to write, I guess. Fuck, I hate wizards. Why do they always have to reinvent the wheel? Blood sacrifices and orgies would’ve been so much fucking simpler– oh, gods, Porter, fuck me, holy fuck–”

“Sounds like you’re a natural at the hymn thing, sweetheart. Let’s see how much more work we can get done, hm?”

[chiriwritesstuff]

The Impossible Man ✨ 1. The Deathwatch Beetle ✨

Modern Day Detective! Din Djarin x Witch! Reader (Soulmates AU)

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Summary: For someone being born into a magical family, a curse placed on the women of your bloodline means you have mostly avoided witchcraft and its calling for the majority of your life. After a life-altering tragedy, you turn your back on your family and your gift and seek out a more normal, boring existence, devoid of magic, and mostly, of love. What happens when the ghosts of your past threaten your peaceful existence and you are forced to reconcile all that you have lost? Will you let the people you have abandoned in your past life back into your heart? Will the appearance of an impossible man you have unknowingly cursed yourself break the chains of love? Will you let him?

Chapter Rating: M? (for now)

Chapter Warnings: Magical realism, implied mention of suicide, reader and her family are cursed, implied (minor) character death, (some) men are the worst, mentions of violence

A/N: Oh, Hello there.

For Halloween this year, I decided that I wanted to write a little 3-part story featuring my favorite Pedro boy, ✨Din Djarin✨. Inspired by my favorite Halloween-ish movie, Practical Magic, the story follows a Modern Day Detective Din, and our (reluctant) Witchy Reader. This story is not a complete retelling of PM, but a mishmash of other films that I love and cherish. If you're able to spot some of these films, I'll gift you a virtual Halloween candy treat! Happy Halloween, everyone!

Peep the (main canon storyline) Star Wars cameo!

Banner by @chiriwritesstuff ✨ Dividers by @saradika

Word Count: 3.2K

The first time you heard of the deathwatch beetle, you were eight years old.

The Victorian-style house that sat along the edge of Puget Sound was a whimsical sort, with its white picket fence adorned with creeping ivy, its single turret, a spire with the shape of a star on top of it, like a star on a Christmas tree. It had belonged to your family for decades - and was always kept in the same manner as when it was built. It was the home that your mother was raised in, and her mother before her, the house being passed down through each generation. You remember the summers you spent with your Aunt Fennic and Omera, taking the ferry from the port at Capitol Hill to Bainbridge Island, your sister Violet - Vi, for short - with her hands intertwined with yours. Three hundred and sixty-seven days younger than you, and every bit your opposite - if you were the match, then she was the flame; she was light, embodied to your infinite darkness. You would wear braids in your hair and fairy wings as you ran down the corridors of the house, playing hide-and-seek and hoping that you wouldn't get lost in the vastness of it. It was your beacon of light and solace, always welcoming. Now, as you hold your sister's hand while walking up to the porch, dressed in black, eyes still puffy and swollen and lined with tears, your aunts standing side by side, already expecting you both - it had finally become home.

"In this house," your aunt Fennic starts, grabbing the suitcase out of your hands as your aunt Omera bends to pick up Vi, "We will eat chocolate cake for breakfast and not worry about silly little things like bedtimes and brushing our teeth." You chuckle as she winks and leads the two of you inside.

Later that night, as Omera tucked you into bed, Vi having fallen asleep only moments before, she smiled as she kissed your forehead. "We're so happy you're with us, Starshine."

You silently nod, your fingers fidgeting nervously as you try to hide the discomfort of being in a new place, despite having been here so many times before. You look down at your hands, blinking away the tears that were begging to come out. "Aunt Omera, did Daddy die because of the curse?"

She gives you a sad smile. "Yes, Baby, he did." She strokes your cheek with her thumb, wiping away your tears.

"Your mother knew the moment she heard the click, click, click of the deathwatch beetle beckoning for your father's life... she knew that day that he was doomed to die. Every person who falls in love with any of the women of our bloodline is resigned to the same fate."

"Is that why Mommy died? Because of a broken heart?"

Omera's face softens as she brushes your hair away from your eyes. "Yes, my darling girl, she did. She couldn't imagine life without your father..." She pulls the covers over you. "…but that's how you came to live with us, and we will raise you the best way we know how."

You smile sadly, settling yourself deeper into the covers. "Why is our family cursed, Auntie?"

"It was because of your ancestor, Maria."

"Was she a witch?"

"Yes, the first in our family. And you are the most recent in a long and distinguished line."

"What happened to her?"

"Well, my Starshine, she fell in love. She fell in love with a man, her soulmate... but not everyone was happy about it. There was another man, an evil man, who had loved Maria from afar. He demanded that she be with him, and when she refused, he killed her lover in cold blood."

You bite your lip, nodding to yourself as you try to understand. "… but how does that make us cursed?"

"Well," Omera says, "Maria didn't take her lover's death kindly. With her powers, she managed to encase the evil man in a tomb full of beetles, eating him alive. However, before he died, he cursed the entirety of our female bloodline. This curse dooms any being who dares to love us, but it also ensures that we will always find our soulmate. Throughout the years, the appearance of the deathwatch beetle - the same one that consumed the man - is seen as a warning bell. The moment you hear the click, click, click of the beetle, there is nothing you can do to stop the curse. We have carried the weight of this burden for hundreds of years."

"I wish that I never find my soulmate," you whisper, determination etched on your 8-year-old face. "I don't want anyone to die because of me, and I don't want to die of a broken heart!"

Omera looks at you sadly as she kisses your forehead. "Oh, my sweet Starshine." She reaches over to turn off your bedside lamp, then kisses Vi before walking to your door, locking eyes with you, nodding as she turns away, leaving you in complete darkness.

"You will."

“He will hear my call a mile away. He will whistle my favorite song. He can ride a horse backwards.”  You gather the petals of the flower and place it in the bowl, reading the words you have written in your diary aloud, your fingers grazing the page.

“What are you doing, Starshine?” Vi asks from behind you, walking into the greenhouse as she pets Boba the house cat.

“I’m summoning a true love spell. Amas Veritas. Also known as a Soulmates calling.” You pull a rose petal, inspecting it as you turn to your sister. “He can flip pancakes in the air. He will be marvelously kind… and his favorite shape will be a star… and he’ll have a birthmark on him, the shape of a… bullseye.”

“… I thought you didn’t want to find your soulmate? I heard you, last night. When you were talking to Aunt Omera.” She picks up your diary and flips through the pages, her hip resting on the table as you finish gathering the rest of the ingredients, stirring it gently with your hands.

“That’s the point, Vi. The guy I dreamed of? My soulmate? He doesn’t exist… and if he doesn’t exist, I won’t die of a broken heart.”

You walk out and your sister follows, making your way to the balcony as you hold the bowl out into the night sky. Vi gasps as the petals start to float out of the bowl, flowing out like a waft of smoke, fluttering in the air, flying out into the distance, a small smile forming as you look out into the sky.

"Goodnight, Impossible Man." 

The first time you heard the ominous click, click, click of the deathwatch beetle, you were 28 years old.

It was in the dead of night, the clicking noise faint and almost unnoticeable, its distinctive chirps being drowned out by the idle sounds of the crickets and the gently blowing wind.

Click, click, click.

Your eyes open at that, suddenly alert. You shoot up from where you lay, Ben's still form beside you still in deep sleep. You breathe deeply, pushing your hair out of your face as you scan the room, looking for the source of the subtle clicking sound that roused you from your sleep. "Baby," Ben murmurs into his pillow, his eyes half open. "What are you doing up? It's late. Go back to sleep." He whispers, his arm pulling yours gently as you ease yourself back onto his chest, the deep thump, thump, thump of his heartbeat reverberating throughout your body, a reminder that he’s still very much alive. You sigh, pressing a chase kiss on his sternum. "I thought I heard something," you reply, his body shifting as he cages you in, his chin resting on the top of your head. "It's just the wind, Starshine. Go back to sleep," he continues, his fingers gently drawing small circles on your back. "I love you," he finally whispers before his breathing evens, his soft snores lulling you back to sleep.

A few hours later, you’re roused from your sleep once more as Ben's phone starts to chime. You feel his arm reaching out blindly for his phone on the nightstand, a slight groan rumbling from his chest as he squints at the screen.

"Good Morning, baby," Ben whispers in your ear, his voice heavy with sleep. "I have to get up, but you go back to sleep." You feel his breath on your cheeks as he presses a kiss to them, a faint smile forming as he embraces you, the feeling of his body stretching against yours as he wakes. He kisses your sleepy head as he rises out of bed, sitting on the edge of it as he caresses your half-sleeping form. He cracks his neck and silently pads himself into the bathroom, the sound of the shower starting as you burrow yourself deeper into the covers, your body slowly shifting to where his body was only a moment ago, relishing in the residual warmth of your lover it still contains. You wedge your nose into the indent of his pillow, smiling as you inhale his scent. You lay there until you hear the tell-tale sound of the shower shutting off. Your eyes adjust to the warm orange light of the bathroom as he walks out, a towel half slung onto his form as he walks into the closet, pulling on his suit as he dresses for the day, his faint silhouette shuffling in the light of early dawn.

"Ben," you say softly as he’s beginning to pull on his socks. "It’s early. Come back to bed." You plead with him, your arms outstretched, making grabby hands, beckoning out for him.

"Djarin messaged me saying he has a lead. I’m heading over to meet with him now," He walks over to you, sitting on the edge of the bed as he puts his wingtip loafers on. "We’ve been at a stalemate for months now, baby. I’ll make it up to you, maybe we could go back to Montauk after I close this case. Gideon is so close, I’m finally closing in on him, I can feel it."

You nod as you reach out to rub his back. "Okay. You owe me, though."

He chuckles at that, the corners of his cheeks lifting as he gives you a rare smile. "No, Djarin owes me because I must be insane to leave my beautiful wife all alone. It’s criminal." He smirks as he bends over to kiss you, his lips tracing the side of your jaw.

"I have to go," he whispers into your ear as he kisses your head. "I’ll see you after work, ok? Might be a late night, this case has been killing me," he continues, grabbing his briefcase perched against his nightstand. He hovers by the doorframe, smiling as he turns to leave.

"I love you, Starshine."

He’s gone by the time you whisper those three little words back out into the ether.

Click, click, click. Click, click, CLICK.

Your eyes shoot open once again, the room now bathed in the mid-morning light. You scramble out of bed.

No, you think. No, no, no, NO.

You pace around your room nervously, the clicking sound from the night echoing into the recesses of your brain. You scan the room for the source of your dread, your body shivering in fear. You run to the opposite side of the room, scanning every nook and cranny, every crevice and surface. "Where are you, fucker?" you think to yourself.

Click, click, click.

You realize the sound is coming from beneath you, your eyes quickly shifting to where your feet are planted on the old floorboards of your shared apartment. It’s an old apartment in the heart of Queen Anne, one of those charming wartime-era duplexes painted in pink with its charming crown molding and black and white checkered tiles in the kitchen. Your dream home, you once thought to yourself, Vi’s unit on the other side, her bedroom wall sharing your own - an inheritance you both shared after your mother died all those years ago.

Your mother.

Your heart shudders at her memory, the tears forming as you take another deep breath. You forcibly repress and push those memories aside, centering yourself as you remind yourself of the current problem on your hands. You look below you once again, the gaps of the aged wood showing the earth below. You focus on the gaps, your eyes scanning frantically until you see it - the silhouette of the deathwatch beetle, its obsidian shiny armor scampering away from you, as if it finally acknowledges your presence. You dive onto the floor in its direction, your eyes inspecting the gaps of the floorboards, your line of sight aligning with the death beetle once more.

You scamper back onto your feet hurriedly, running out of your bedroom into the hallway, your feet pounding heavily on the floor as you make your way to the hallway closet, wrenching the door open with hurried force as you scan for the ancient toolbox on the shelf. You yank the rusted toolbox out, spilling its contents onto the floor, not caring one bit about the mess that you’re making. Grabbing a flathead screwdriver, you hurry back into the bedroom, following the now-insistent clicking of the beetle. It managed to make its way above ground, scampering away as you furiously head towards it. It hurriedly makes its way across the way of the floorboards, you diving once again towards it, your hand stretched out as you try to slam onto it. The beetle is quicker and more agile than you, shimmying away from your hand as it falls through the crack of the floorboard. You lay your cheek on the cold floor as you pound on it furiously, willing the beetle to click as you listen intently for it. "This can’t be!" You whisper to yourself, your breath choking out in a panic.

"FUCK!" You scream in agony, grabbing the screwdriver that lay beside you. You wedge it against the edge of the floorboards, prying it open as you scan for the beetle. You start to pry off the boards around you until you make a sizeable gap for you to jump into, throwing the screwdriver aside and forcibly pry more floorboards until they lay haphazardly amongst each other in piles, completely surrounding you as you breathe heavily, the tears flowing freely on your face.

"Don’t do this to me!" You cry out, gasping for air as you crawl into the earth below, your nightgown now soiled as you frantically search around you. The clicking sound is becoming more frequent and louder, its eerie cadence becoming the only thing you can hear in your mind. "Come on!" You scream. "Please, don’t do this to me, not now, not him…. PLEASE! Haven’t you taken enough from me?! Haven’t we shed enough blood? Oh god…" You plead, your voice croaking out in desperation. You suddenly sit in a daze, your hair disheveled, the tears refusing to cease as your heart feels like it’s about to explode in your chest from pure exhaustion, from sheer adrenaline. It's then you realize that you’re suddenly surrounded by silence. You blink, scanning the room once more, the clicks having stopped and the deathwatch beetle nowhere to be found. You breathe a sigh of relief until suddenly the clicks ring out fast and furiously, a crescendo of fear and pain building within you until it ceases once more. You suddenly shudder, your body jolting violently, a single tear falling down the slopes of your face.

You’re still sitting there hours later, as the day has turned into night when your phone suddenly rings in the distance. You slowly climb out of the floor as you make your way to your dresser, silently picking up the phone and answering it, not bothering to check who it is, your hands trembling in fear.

"Ben?" You whisper shakily.

"Hey Starshine, it’s me, Din. Din Djarin?" You hear a deep sigh on the line. "...Are you there?"

"Listen. I’m going to need you to come down to the station… I’m sorry… it’s… it’s Ben." You hear him take a harsh breath as he speaks again. "I’m so sorry, Starshine…." His voice fades as your phone slips out of your grasp, the Seattle Police contact illuminating the screen as it hits the ground, his voice cutting through the silence as the sob you’ve been holding in erupts deep within your chest, you begin to wail and scream, falling to your knees.

"It was the curse, wasn’t it?" You scream as you storm into your aunt's house later that night, pacing frantically in the kitchen. “Because I loved him so much!”

Your aunts slowly walk into the room hesitantly, looking at your shaking frame nervously.

It’s your aunt Fennic who speaks first.

“We had no idea… when we cast that spell…”

“What spell?” You ask as your eyes shift between your two aunts, Omera’s eyes downcast in shame. “What are you talking about?!" She finally looks at you, her eyes filled with tears as she glances at her sister.

“Oh…” you shudder. “You didn’t. Please tell me you didn’t… my own flesh and blood...”

“You were so lonely, Starshine… we just… wanted to give you a little push… we didn’t expect you to fall in love.”

“WELL, I DID!” You gasp, grasping your chest as you walk out, grabbing the spell book from the other room, slamming it onto the kitchen counter as you frantically flip through the pages. “And I want him back!”

“You brought him into my life, and I want you to bring him back!” You say as you continue to flip through the pages. “I’ve never asked you for anything, I’ve never asked you for spells but do this! I know you can, I know you can bring him back!”

“We won’t do this” Omera speaks up as she approaches you. “We can’t do this” Fennic adds, crossing her arms.

“I know you can! I remember I found it here…” your fingers reading through the spell “I found the spell when… when mommy and daddy died.”

“Even if we did bring him back” Fennic starts, looking at Omera “… it wouldn’t be Ben.”

“… it would be something else, something dark and unnatural” Omera adds, reaching out to you.

“I DONT CARE WHAT HE COMES BACK AS, AS LONG AS HE COMES BACK… as long as he comes back” your voice breaks as you suddenly start to sob. “Please! Please do this for me!” You sob as you collapse onto the spell book, looking at your aunts pleadingly. “Please? PLEASE?!” You cover your mouth as you fall to your knees, Omera catching you as you cry onto her chest.

“I’m so sorry, Starshine.” She whispers as she strokes your back, looking at her sister as she turns to walk away.

The first time you hear the ominous click, click, click of the deathwatch beetle is the day you swear to yourself that you will never, ever fall in love again.

Authors Bits:

If you guessed that Ben was Ben Solo, you were right. I admit that I was once a Reylo - not so much now, but back in the day, so including him in this story was a treat... also, because Adam Driver <3.

Speaking about Ben, it's safe to say he's alluded to his death several times to Starshine, and there's several hints that I try to convey throughout. I'll miss our Benji, but we all know what we want, and he's definitely coming...

Taglist: @strawberri-blonde

[royallygray]

On the way back from a trip, I watched Wall-E for the first time on the plane. I liveblogged it because i thought it would be great.

It was.

SPOILERS AHEAD FOR WALL-E :D

also I am Not sorry for the typos

also I was using it/its for Wall-E and Eve and then I started using ae/aer for Wall-E and she/her for Eve just fyi

ANYWAYS ENJOY THIS THING

-- -- * -- --

2:20 what happened to my precious wind turbines???? :(

also tf is the song at the beginning

3:00 WALL E??? OMG THEYRE A RADIO BOI

wait this is literally the plot of my original story

LUNCH BOX

cricket :)

4:19 he's made a city out of trash :(

there is a baby crying on my flight :(

WERE ZOOMING

buy large gas???

04:57 wait so Wall-E is a brand of robot that cleans things? what's Eve gonna be im excited

OH MY GOD THE LITTLE CRICKET AND WALL E ARE BESTIES

turbulence on air :D

Wheeeeeeeeeee

05:10 there's a dead wall e :(

05:20 OH MY GOD THERES ABOUT TEN ZILLION DEAD WALL-E'S AA

NOOO

MY BOI :(

05:51 "too much garbage in your face? there's plenty of space out in space!" fuck you don't pollute space that's our space. Maybe not your space actually but it's MY space and don't put your stupid garbage in MY SPACE

07:15 aww fairy lights :D

TAPE :D ITS A RECORD TAPE :D

There's a spork in the lunchbox

why is there a rubix cube in the lunchbox

omg it's confused about whether the spork is a spoon or a fork :(

and it just put it on its own spot

like non-binary people :)

:( it wants someone to hold its hand :( it wants company :(

THE STARS

nope it was smog and the dust on the screen. rip

wtf is blowing up????

the cricket!!!!

09:57 it hibernates :(

and it swings itself to sleep :(

Wall-E needs some sun. go look at the sun, starshine :)

THE WALKING INTO THINGS IS REAL ASF WHY AM I RELATING TO A ROBOT

that's a nasty looking sun

POWER GAINED LETS GOOOO

NOOOOAOWJQJHW CRICEJT MY BELOVED NOOOOO

CRICKWT COME BACK

cricket is alive :DD

omg the bra 😭

it's a collecter :D

ping pong :)

ENGAGEMENT RING?? DAMN

IT JUST THREW AWAY THE RING AND KEPT THE CUSHION BOX 😭

FIRE EXTINGUISHER LMAOOO

PLANT :D :D :D

PLANT IN BOOT :D

CRICJET

wtf is the red light

I don't like that

what is it

what are ALL THE RED KIFHTS

IM SCARED

WALL E NOOOOOO

mans just dug dug dug dig diggity

wtf is that

id be scared too if I were wall e

is that the big ship that was there in the beginning

omg such a great disguise 😭

EVE :D

eve seems very tech advanced

OKG HEAVENLY

WALLES JUST LIKE "ITS ANOTHER CREATUEE :D"

bro all that pollution came down to deposit one robot

walle does not look comfy

FLY MY DARLING

windshield wipers??? in the eyes??? 😭

girlypop is a weapon

what do eves beeps mean???

NO CRICKET NOOOOO

CRICKET YOUVE BEFIRNSSD EVE

NO EVE DONT KKLL WALLE

eve wtf was that

are Wall-E and eve actually human size?? and it's just. idk

rip Wall-E they're going through it

what is eve even doing

also she's got anger management issues

me trying to get close to my moots

eve speaks :)

classified -_-

SHAEKNF NAMES :D :D :D :D

she laughs :D

eve NOOO

cricket??? where's cricket???

walle took you to its secret hideout you better be appreciative

cricker got a granola bar

oh she's ashamed that she broke it :(

BUBBLE WRAP :DDD

rubix cube

TAPE PLS WKRN :DDDD

YAY

EVE CHILL

YES DARLINF

wait no

chill girlypop

its got new eyes :)

walles like. raising their eyebrows

I'm gonna try to use neopronous for walle now because why not

ae/aer

LIGHTER

EVE NO

FIREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

ae just wants to hold her hand

SHES ASCENDING

nOOOO she stole aer plant NOOOOOO

GIVE AER AER PLANT

GIVE AER AER PLANT

NO AER'S CRYING NOOOO

PEORECTION

electrocution

CHRIST.AS KJGHRS

OMG RHIS IS SO SWEET

WALL-E + EVE 😭 IM GONNA SOB NOOOO

AE JUST WANTS TO HILD HER HAND NOOOOO

EXCEPT SHE DOESNT HAVE HANDS ANYMORE

IM SADDDSD

wait there's a hand

it's just not mutual :(

THE MOONNN

NOOOOO

AE'S PLAYING PONG AGAINST AESELF :((((

8000 VS 0

it's cloudy with a chance of meatballs rn

lighter

NO EVE

DONT RAKE MT DAUGHTER AAAY YOU STIPID SPACESHIP

EVE MO

WALLE

FLY WALLE FLY

PROTECT CRICKET AND FLY

no there are multiple eves

RAKE OFFDFFF

WALLE HANG ON LITTLE ONE

the subtitles are just [Wall-E screaming] 😭

NOOO CRICKET IS ALONE NOW

CRICKET NOOOOO

wait why the fuck did they just destroy so many satellites wtf

oh earth looks NASTY

THAT IS ONE NASTY LOOKIN PLANET

WALLE NO

omg phew

AE FOUND EVE :D

MOON

MURICA 💪

SUN :D

just got all the solar power ever ae did

MILKY WAY :D

OMG CLOUD

it's the huge ass tech plane

axiom

bro how long did that take to fucking build

that thing is bigger than earth tf

gravity :)

EVE NO

Wall-E what are you doing

38:31 they're getting pissed off by Wall-E'S existence :(

39:20 that cleaning bot is PISSED

aww they just realized they can go off the lines :)

mate GET ON TOP OF HER (not in that way) pls just OMG ride the same cart. pls. do not get separated from her pls

those guys are right next to each other wtf

John

A is for Axiom your home I STG IF THIS IS WHAT EDUCATION IS FOR

A is for Apple, your iPads

B is for Best Buy, where you get your iPads

C is for idk. cock

lunch in a cup. I wanna die.

also the uniforms suck ass. those are worse than my elementary school ones.

Men? what's so good about men? why are they advertising men in a makeup place? where are they gonna appease men? on their chairs where they don't look at each other???

"try blue!" yeah you shouldve done that ages ago

actually that's a terrible shade of blue. even red is better than that shade of blue and that red makes me eyes hurt

it's actually a good shade of blue. just not for the jumpsuit things.

"every holo-date I've been on has been a virtual disaster" OMG that's actually such a great pun. writers of this I love this

Hi Mary :)

I do love how friendly the humans are. they're just chillin

also I adore how friendly Wall-E is. if someone got me a Wall-E plushie for my birthday I would marry them

maybe. hypothetically. probably not actually.

a113?

omg all the captains are dead

WAIT WALLE GET BACK TO EVE

OMG extraterrestrial vegetation?? YOU MEAN EARTH??? MOTHERFUKER???

bro he can't read 😭

I'm sad

OMG CAPTAINS GETTING AN EDUCATION LRTS GOOO

don't clean Wall-E ae's precious

WHAT DID THEY DO TO MY WALL-E'S FACE 😭

eve looks so fucking bored

oh that shit fucking exploded

oh no

CHASE SCENE

WHY IS RHWRE AN UMBRELLA BOT 😭

eve is PISSED

she's so exasperated 😭

WHY DID THE CLEANING BOT STEAL HER SHOE

WTF????

WALLENOOOOOOOOO

THE FIRE EXTINGUISHER COMJBG IN CLUTCH YESSSSS

AAWWWWW YHEYRE HUGGING ASHAJAGDKWHNSSBNXS

was that a kiss

omg that was totally a kiss

omg that was adorable

how is there that much fire extinguisher in one can

AE'S got a surprising amount of control with flying

OMG MARY I LOVE TOU

MARY MARY I LOVE YOU

JOHN HI JOHNJI JOHN :D

OMG man and woman touch hands romance is alive

omg captains getting social stuff :D

THEYRE DANICJNG NI THE DIRE EXTINGUISHER

OMG THEYRE SO IN LOVE AWWWWWW

MARY AND JOHN ARE BESTIEE AWWWWWWWWW

They can't go back :(

70:36 "I don't want to survive. I want to live!" SLAY CAPTAIN

72:00 YOU KILL WALLE I FUCKING JILL TOU SQUARE UP AUTO YOU MOTHERFUCKER

NOOOOOOOOOO

NOOO THEYRE IN TRASH NO

NO wtf happened to Captain

NO SHE JUST GOT REPROGRAMMDD NO

wait did she? no she didn't thank God

omg it's giant Wall-E

ew

okay cleaning robot you've redeemed yourself ily

NO THEH KILLED THE TAPE

NOT THE TAPE NOOO

M-O

Mo ily

WHYD U THROW AWAY THE PLANT EVE

KEEP THE PLANT MAN

COME ON

YES ESCAPE DARLING ESCAPE YES EVE Y SO MUCH EVE YOUR THE BEST

OMG all the rogue robots are going together <33

REBEL CAPTAIN

NOOOOO NOT THE ONE BOT

wait where the hell are they getting oxygen if they don't have any plants

"John get ready to have some kids" Mary I love tou

Captain you can walk you can do it :D

YIPPEE

wait when the fuck did they learn how to walk

WALLE NO DONT DIE NOOOO

THEY ZOOMING

CALTAIN IS HAVING A FREAT TINE MAN

OMG THE FALAZY

CRICKET MY BELOVED:D :D :D

THEYRE HOMEEEEE

WALLES TRUCK NO

is there even any oxygen on Earth

when did theyearn to walk

eve pls just put aer In sun pls

OMG EVE YOURE THE BEST

UR FIXING AER

AHES FIXTING AER LET'S GO

PLS

PLS SOLAR PIWER PLS

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSDDSSSSSSSSSSSS

CRICKET

YOPPEE

WALLE EVE YES AJEKAUAKAHQKHAKAHAKABANSNAKLAPQHEMSVDNSBABSBBZKSJAKSSKKAAALAKBDNSBSJAKALAKSNABANAKAK

NO

SIES AE NOT DECLGNIZE HER

WALLE NO

WALLE :(

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

AE LOST AER SOUL NOOOOO

NOIOOOOO

YES ELECTROCUTION

ELECTRIOCUTION

YES YES YES YES UES YES

KISS YES YES YES YES YES YES GES HES EHS GES

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EVE VUILDS A WELL???? OMG THE THLING BOT MAKES SEEDS DHAJSHSKSHKAQKQHALSHAKBSKAVAKAHWKQHKSWGKQBSNSABHZJANAISHAKQBQIWIDHAMALDHSNHWOWHSNFND XNSNALAKBLQKAHSJSNA x

fish come back alive???? thetles

[stellareveriey]

My Positive Rambly Thoughts About The Our Wonderland Arc 5 Finale

(Spoilers for OW Arc 5,bad grammar,self-indulgent/personal thoughts -nothing crazy though!-)

Here are my thoughts on the Arc 5 Finale of Our Wonderland and the game as a whole! (This is long and very rambly as I was still processing everything that happened!)

the beginning of the end. I like the group of four’s interaction in the cabin. it was nice. poor iggy though,remembering what happened. gidget too (even though they caused it). gen and orlam remembered things too but were too caught up in arguing with each other lmao. good on gidget for breaking that up.

“don’t I…deserve to be warm?” yes! you absolutely do iggy! unfortunately I had to choose the neutral option since I think my game glitched out my progress and my affection was too low for everyone..(it’s fine I’ll make up for it later!) at least iggy realizes that he needs to focus on himself for once! good!

I can’t lie when the screen went dark and Iggy mentioned being wrapped in something hard,I thought it was because Bucks got him (I was wrong of course).

“good morning starshine! the earth says hello!” lmao I love genzou (/platonic).

I liked the shot of the door opening and everyone’s reaction to it. when I saw the monster I had no clue what it even was at first and denied the idea that it could be bucks out of bewilderment (oh how wrong I was…). “we don’t stay long after that.” yeah I wouldn’t either! genzou leaving his beanie as good luck was cute and bittersweet. not going to lie I was kinda frustrated when Iggy’s friends acted reluctant about Iggy having a weapon (he can’t have self defense?? and then he ended up saving them w/ a necklace anyway!).

the “defeat it” part caught me off guard (like a lot of things in this arc would/pos). the game is very good at creating a sense of dread! and then..there was that monster that I thought was crazy even for wonderland standards. the last way I thought arc 5 bucks would look,the monster design is incredible though and that roar is terrifying! the fight scene was very impressive! it’s cool how it’s so dynamic even just using sprites and effects! also THE OFW REFERENCE?! that’s awesome to see tied in the main game again!

Iggy’s hand being cut off while using the doll to reach bucks genuinely made me gasp (the sketchy artstyle of that scene looks nice though!). the screen going red after that is really effective for conveying pain and terror. the sight of his injured hand is brutal. seeing the flashback of the group as kids and bucks and Hunar being cute gave me the strongest emotional whiplash ever. i felt bad for Bucks getting called a monster by her friends,brothers,and even her husband later down the line. Her going from happy to miserable. Her saying she hates her life and breaking down.

“You’re not a monster,Bucks…So please just come home…” Her seeing Hunar in Iggy and hugging him was beautiful. And then…finding the tree. God. Saydie never deserved any of this. She was a baby. I can’t imagine how Carrot felt while drawing that,seeing it uncensored. That tree is the absolute worst. Iggy being seen as a vessel is so sad. Him getting his soul separated from his body was not something I expected at all.

The “Child Of Nihility” stage is my absolute favorite part of this arc and probably the entire game overall. It’s so bright and peaceful. Child Saydie is adorable. Seeing her reunite Iggy with his (younger) friends and himself was really heartwarming. I adore when a story has the main character talk with the younger version of themself in person. Side note: Child Genzou wishing he could see Iggy again was so sweet. The music starting up already made me emotional since I already recognized the song but the visuals and Saydie’s dialogue made even more so. Iggy breaking the 4th wall and making his own choice was remarkable!

Him cutting down the tree was both tragic and incredible. Seeing the creatures of Wonderland fade away too. Young Iggy’s wish of wanting his friends to be happy forever. Best animatic / cutscene in the whole game!

A younger Iggy seeing his childhood friends again in the forest felt like a fitting way for them to leave Wonderland behind. The Saydie doll speaking back and being kept makes me like she’s not fully gone which is bittersweet to me. This scene and the epilogue makes me think their lives got reset but I could be wrong.

The neutral end epilogue. Bucks and Hunar leaving their own wedding was funny and sweet. Good for them! Also Hunar is pretty in his dress! And the better reactions to things in childhood! Past Iggy apologizing for what he did! Letting Orlam sit with him! Being with Genzou in the hospital! It’s all so great! Everyone’s new futures too! Iggy even having a better connection with his friends and discovering himself! The epilogue even ends with a Our Cinderella tie in! I love it all! Beautiful!

Final thoughts. This arc and game was a emotional rollercoaster in the best way possible! Making me feel sadness,anger,joy,sympathy,and more! Everything is so well executed! Art,music,dialogue,story,all of it! I especially loved the animatic / cutscenes parts! Overall,this was an amazing way to end an amazing game. I’ve loved it since starting it in February 2023 to now :)! Through playing OW,I’ve even gotten my artistic motivation back and have been inspired to get back into storytelling/series making! For that,I thank you,Carrot! I hope to experience more of your work in the future (no pressure! you definitely deserve the break)! Have a great day and year! ❤️ @just-a-carrot

[totallynotawes]

Stormy Night

Ship: Gareth Emerson/Will Byers(GreatWise) || Rating: M || Tags: Upside Down exist, implied gore, Gareth protect Will, Demodogs, hospital room, Jopper, someone gets badly injured as they fight for their life, running in the storm/woods barefoot || Word Count: 1579

Be sure to read Rainy Night

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Gareth jerked awake when thunder clapped loudly in the dark sky. He doesn’t remember falling asleep but he assumed he dozed off from the book being discarded on the floor as evidence. He jumps a little from another loud thunder and shakes his head, disappointed at himself for getting scared at something stupid, though internally fighting with himself didn’t last long when he felt Will death gripping his shirt.

“Hey.. are you okay?” Gareth asks softly and grabs one of Will’s hands, holding it tightly. “What’s wrong, Starshine?” He asks but Will just shakes his head and buries himself in Gareth’s neck. “Baby, I need you to talk to me,” He says but thunder struck, causing the younger man to jump.

Gareth frowns and pulls Will into a hug. “Hey, hey, it’s going to be okay, we’re inside, we’re safe, the storm is far from us.” He reassures him and rubs his back as another lightning strike and a sharp thunder rumbles. “Shh, shh,” Gareth soothes Will and rubs his back until his head snaps up when he hears glass breaking in El’s bedroom.

Will whines and covers his ears, trembling as Gareth slowly guides them up. “Come on, we’re going to go to the bathroom. If there’s a tornado, that’s the safest place to be.” He says quietly as he stares at El's bedroom door. He backs up and turns toward the bathroom when the lights start flickering.

“No, no, no!!” Will cries out and grabs onto Gareth’s arm tightly, trying to pull him back. “It’s not safe here.” He cries out and pulls on Gareth.

“Will, stop, what’s wrong?” Gareth looks at Will, panicking but trying not to showcase it.

“It’s not safe, we have to go!” Will plead.

“No, it’s not safe out there,” Gareth exclaims and starts pulling Will towards the bathroom again before freezing when something breaks in the bathroom and slowly looks over to see a dog... A hairless one but closer look it has no face and it’s deathly skinny. “Will, get behind me,” The drummer says quietly and pushes Will behind him.

They slowly back up toward the front door as Gareth has a staring contest with the creature. He slides his free hand into his pocket and pulls out his pocket knife, flicking it open. They were halfway to the door when El’s bedroom door burst open, causing the two boys to snap their heads over to see another creature that looked the same as the other one.

Gareth eyes flick between the two creatures as they stand where they are. “Will, listen to me,” He spoke quietly. “On my queue, you are to run, and I mean it, I want you to run as fast and far as you can.” He says and glances at Will behind him.

“No,” Will looks at Gareth, “I’m not leaving you behind.” He frowns before snapping his eyes to the growling creature in El’s room. “Gareth, I’m not-”

“Not taking a no for an answer Will.” Gareth snaps quietly. “The door is unlocked, we forgot to lock it. So leave when I say, got it?” He looks at Will, “Got it?” He asks sternly.

“G-Got it,” Will trembles and watches the dogs slowly approach them. “Gareth, these things will tear you apart, they’re demodogs, they’ll rip you apart like you are their last and only meal.” He warns.

“Demodogs, huh? Guess my dream living in dnd fantasy is true, huh?” Gareth scoffs and starts backing up toward the door again. His eyes widen in fear as he watches the demodog from the bathroom, mouth opens into a flower shape with sharp teeth sprinkled around as it shrinks out loudly.

“Go now!” Gareth yells out and feels Will let go of his arm and runs to the door. He quickly follows Will out, slamming the door close as the demodogs slam against the door. “Run!” He says and they both start running.

“What the hell?! Is that what’s been haunting our town?!” Gareth asks as they run from the cabin. He looks at Will a little ahead of him and groans as he speeds up to catch up.

“Not exactly, I’ll explain later!” Will promise.

“You better, because Eds hasn’t said shit about-” Gareth gasps as he hears howling and crunching leaves behind them. “Fuck!” He cries out.

“Come on, we’re almost at the road!” Will says and looks back at Gareth, grinning with the hope of being safe.

Until Gareth slips on the wet ground and falls. Will stops and turns around to help but a demodog jumps onto the man. “Gareth!!” He screams out.

“RUN!” Gareth yells out in pain as he tries pushing the dog off of him. “RUN WILL! FUCKING RUN!!” He screams out. Will was about to protest but the second demodog was running toward him so he sprinted off.

Will makes it onto the road, knowing he does from the clearing of trees and his feet hitting concrete. He runs to the other side and turns around to see the demodog running toward him before getting hit by a truck.

Will stands there panting heavily, in disbelief. He didn’t hear the truck doors slamming until his mom was in front of him. “Mom!!” He cries out and hugs her tightly.

Hopper walks over to the dog and swings an axe down, cutting the head off, and continues swinging the axe down. Once satisfied, he turns toward Will and is about to say something when they hear screams echoing through the woods.

“Gareth!!” Will eyes widen as he realizes it isn’t over. “Gareth, demodog!!” He cries out and pulls away from Joyce, running back into the woods.

“Will! Wait!!” Hopper yells out before chasing after him.

Once Will runs off, Gareth stabs his pocket knife into the dog’s neck and pushes it away with his other hand on one of its flower pedal mouth. It was slimy and the teeth hurt his hand but it wasn’t in his face anymore.

He rolls over, getting onto the dog and stabbing it a few times before getting up and running off again but that doesn’t last long as the demodog jumps onto Gareth, pinning him down and biting into his shoulder.

Gareth screams out in pain and rolls to get the dog off but it only gets on top of him again and bites the side of his chest. “FUCK!” He yells out and stabs the dog in the stomach, trying to push it off of him. “Stop, stop, stop!” He cries out.

He felt dizzy from the amount of blood he was losing but he didn’t have time to worry about that. He kicks the dog off of himself and gets up before rushing over and pinning the demodog down and stabbing it over and over, yelling out in frustration.

The demodog swings its legs around, claws hitting and cutting Gareth’s face, arms, back, and chest before slowly stopping. Once the creature is completely done moving, Gareth slowly gets up, holding onto his knife tightly and backing away.

There was a snap and Gareth swung around, knife ready to stab another demodog when he saw Will, Hopper, and Joyce. He lets out a choked sob and runs over, hugging his boyfriend.

“You’re safe, thank fucking god.” Gareth cries out and hugs Will tightly.

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Gareth wakes up, getting blinded by bright lights and hearing beeping. He looks around the white room and sees Will asleep with his arms crossed on top of the bed and his head on top. He smiles gently and sighs in relief. He looks up and sees Eddie and Steve sleeping on the tiny couch, cuddled up with each other.

“Thank fucking god,” Gareth whispers, looking up at the ceiling only to look down when he felt a shift. He sees Will looking at him tiredly but alert. “Go back to sleep, baby.”

Will shakes his head and sits up a little, grabbing and holding Gareth’s hand. “I’m glad you’re alive. The doctor said you’ve lost a lot of blood and that they had to do a blood transfusion.” He sighs and leans down, laying his head on their hands. “God, I thought I lost you. They said you stop breathing for a few minutes.” He starts crying and kisses his boyfriend’s hand.

“Hey,” Gareth spoke up and moved his free hand on top of Will’s head. “I’m here, I’m alive, I told you we were safe, we’re safe now. Nothing going to get us, not when we got Eddie and Steve..” He looks over and chuckles “Who apparently has a bat and a nailed bat, how the hell did they get in with those?”

Will looks over and laughs quietly. “I have no clue, but it’s Eddie we’re talking about.”

“You’re right,” Gareth laughs before coughing which causes Will to squeeze his hand. “I’m okay, I promise.”

“I’m sorry,” The younger man shrugs as he loosens his grip, frowning.

“Don’t be, Starshine,” Gareth smiles and strokes his thumb on Will’s cheek. “Now smile, please, I miss it.” He hums before pinching his cheek.

“Oww!” Will whines and place a hand on his cheek, giggling quietly.

“There’s my shining star~” Gareth grins and boops Will’s nose.

“Only shining because I have my Sunshine with me, brightening my life right now.” Will smiles and leans against Gareth’s palm, humming. “I love you, Sunshine.”

“I love you too, Starshine.” Gareth pulls Will’s hand up and kisses it gently.

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Notes: Thank you everyone for reading, I hope you enjoyed it and won't murder me for the angst and almost killing. I'm thinking about making this a full fanfic but I'm not sure, so please let me know if you guys would like that.

[changingplumbob]

Knightstone Household: Chapter 8, Part 1

I missed them a lot! My aliens differ from my human sims in that I let them have alpha hair. In this part the family spend some time together before Suzanna and Adam make the first trip to Sixam.

Nicknames Suzanna is Mummy or Starlight Adam is Pops or My Heart Silas is Starshine Pollock is Pol or Moondust

Had a few false starts (I had to stop an alien abduction, can you believe the audacity???) but otherwise found the family bubbly.

Silas: Mummy, come! Mummy, come!

Pollock: *coos*

Silas: Mummy! Hurry!

Suzanna: Calm down Starshine, I’m here. What’s happening

Silas: Pol gonna do cool thing

Pollock: *coos happily*

Silas: You do it Pol, you do it

Suzanna: *yawns* Do what

Pollock: *coos*

Silas: He gonna do it

Suzanna: He’ll have to do it soon because it’s 3am. Silas we need to get you to bed

Silas: Mummy, Mummy, watch!

Suzanna: He has rolled over before Silas. Are you trying to do something else Pollock? Because if not it is beyond bedtime

Pollock rolls with a grunt and twists himself up into a seated position. He sits now!

Silas: See Mummy see

Suzanna: *sleepily* Well done Moondust. You’ll have to show Pops in the morning, yes you *yawns* will

Pollock: *coos happily*

Suzanna picks Pollock up off the playmat and tries to usher Silas to bed.

Suzanna: Silas it’s bedtime now

Silas: But Mummy-

Suzanna: Me and Pollock will be in soon

Silas: Good. We brothers, we share room

Suzanna watches Silas toddle off with a smile, glad her babies are getting along for now.

Pollock: *cries*

Suzanna: Oh! I know, I know, you want to wiggle free. But you must be hungry now, how about some milk huh? Will that make things better?

Pollock fills up on milk then spits out some with his gas, just to remind Suzanna that being held is actually the worst thing in the world. Suzanna musters the little energy she has and tries to settle him.

Suzanna: *playfully* Hey now Mr grumpy face, are you grumpy? Are you a grump grump?

Pollock: *coos*

Suzanna: I know what’ll help. One, two, blast off!

Suzanna rocks him through the air, and blows a raspberry for good measure. Sure enough the session ends with a smile from Pol.

Silas: Mummy you forever

Suzanna: Did you remember to use the potty

Silas: Yes Mummy. Can Pol be in with me

Suzanna: I’m sorry Starshine, Pollock is still too little to share. He needs his own space

Silas: *sighs* yes Mummy

Suzanna: Goodnight Pol. When you wake up tomorrow Pops will be here to say hi, yes he will

Silas: Night night Pol, night night Mummy

Suzanna: *chuckles* Goodnight my Starshine. Happiest of happy dreams, may they carry you through the galaxy

With both kids asleep Suzanna heads to bed. Half asleep is Adam who was not on infant wrangling duty tonight.

Adam: Did they fall asleep okay

Suzanna: Shh, go back to sleep my heart, this is a dream

Adam: It does feel like it *proceeds to snore*

Suzanna: *chuckles* I love you

6am rolls around and both Silas and Pollock wake up (they both have the early riser quirk).

Pollock: *yawns*

Silas: Morning Pol. You sleep good. We have fun fun today. I find something together for you and me

*alarm clock blares*

Adam: I wish we could just turn it off with our mind

Suzanna: You and me both. *sighs* Today is finally the day Adam

Adam: *quietly* Sixam

Suzanna: Sixam

…

Silas: That why best toy is-

Adam: How are my dudes this morning

Silas: Pol wants tension

Adam: Attention my son, attention

Silas: *sings to self* attention, attention, we want attention

Pollock: *coos*

Adam: Do you like your brother’s singing Pollock? He’s very good isn’t he (the first time Silas sang Adam thought he was malfunctioning)

Silas: Mummy mummy, how you? You beauty

Suzanna: *laughs* are you coping Pops again huh

Silas: Yes, Pops say I charmer like him. Mummy can I has food

Suzanna: Of course you can. What do you feel like

Silas: Cereal?

Suzanna: You know Pops doesn’t trust cereal, we better see what’s in the fridge

Adam meanwhile takes Pollock who needs a new diaper to the changing table (I’m sorry Adam I forgot you were now squeamish)

Adam: *grits teeth* Let’s do this dude. Now… be cool, be cool

Suzanna: we have some fruit salad, how does that sound

Silas: Good Mummy, you eat with me?

Suzanna: Absolutely

Silas: Pol eat with us?

Suzanna: Maybe. He is able to sit now so we cold try some food when Pops has him ready

...

Adam: Be cool, be cool-

Pollock: *coos as pee goes everywhere*

Adam: *dry heaves* dear watcher that’s horrid

Pollock is zero percent concerned by Adam’s dismay.

Silas: Mummy, you and Pops go Sixam today?

Suzanna: Yeah, we’re going to check it out for you. Maybe meet some more aliens

Silas: Tell other aliens I say hi and I best brother and I want be friends with them

Suzanna: *chuckles* Deal Starshine

Silas: Mummy like to hear my welcome song for other aliens? I practice

Suzanna: Dazzle me

Silas: *clears throat dramatically* Ol Gabby had a frog, eggplant, eggplant. Ol Gabby had a frog, leopard tiger heart

Suzanna isn’t sure how that ditty works as a welcome song but cheers for Silas just like she always does.

Adam: Here we are, one free of pee infant

Suzanna: Congratulations on surviving

Adam: It was a close call, I almost drowned

Silas: Yay Pol here, Pol here! *sings to Pollock*

Adam: And what am I? Invisible? You didn’t have cereal did you

Suzanna: Of course not. I think I should try Pollock with some food before his milk, he might feel like it now he can sit up

Adam: Sweet. I’ll grab breakfast then

Silas: Mummy, mummy, try yoghurt! I like yoghurt, Pol will like yoghurt

Pollock: *looks around in confusion*

Suzanna: 3, 2, 1… we have liftoff! The spaceship has successfully launched, flying through the air with its yoghurt surprise

Silas: *giggles*

Suzanna: Come on Moondust, open wide for the spaceship *makes spaceship noises*

Pollock opens his mouth to coo questioningly but before he can, in goes the yoghurt! He’s startled at first, what is this stuff that’s not milk? Whatever it is… it does taste nice.

Pollock: *coos happily*

Silas: See Mummy, I said Pol like yoghurt

Adam: Appears he does, good call little dude

The next spoon has too much on it, and yoghurt falls out of Pollocks mouth. He find this fascinating and immediately begins to pat at it in wonder, making Suzanna laugh and Adam recoil.

Silas: Pops, will other aliens like us? We from Earth not six… six…

Adam: Sixam. Who cares if the snobby aliens don’t like you just because we’re from earth? It would be their own fault anyway for leaving mummy and me in humans

Suzanna: *tuts* Adam, really?

Adam: Why should he think they’re not snobs? They left us here

Silas: Pops… mad at aliens

Suzanna shoots Adam a quick look between spoonful’s, letting him know to choose his next words carefully.

Adam: We don’t know them son, it would be *looks at Suzanna and sighs* silly to be mad without knowing them or why they left us

Silas: So Pops not mad

Adam searches for the right words. He’s pissed at whoever implanted him in a human and moved on, but Silas was born from love. He shouldn’t have to inherit Adam's burden of hate. Luckily, as often happens, Suzanna swoops in and saves him before he can let his anger get the better of him.

Suzanna: Pops has lots of emotions Starshine. When you get big, you’ll understand that it can be very tricky to sort through them

Silas: Okay Mummy

Once let out from his high chair, Silas wanders over to an already free Pollock who is gazing at the computer. Silas decides to have some fun and blows a few raspberries on his little brother's tummy.

Suzanna: Come here Moondust. I know you don’t like to be held but we’re getting some visitors later and they’ll need to hold you while Pops and Mummy visit Sixam. We have to practice. You can go in the back carrier while I garden

Silas: Mummy, I come in garden. I play truck

Suzanna: Could you sing me a song while you play truck

Silas: *smiles* YES! I sing for you

So Suzanna sets about tending to the garden. Pollock is quite happy right now, his disgust over being held doesn’t outweigh it. Adam also steps in to help garden since he knows if he doesn’t Suzanna won’t be ready to leave until the afternoon. He would rather get the trip over with. Find some alien to complain to, job done.

Yolanda: Sorry if I’m late

Suzanna: You’re not, I only just finished the garden. Okay Pollock, this is Yolanda. She’s a very nice alien, just like us!

Pollock: *coos nervously*

Adam: We better head off. You’re in charge my son

Silas: *laughs* Yes Pops

Yolanda: Can you say bye to your parents Pollock? Can you say bye bye Mummy? huh?

Pollock: *cries*

Suzanna: Adam... maybe we shouldn’t go

Adam: You’ve been waiting for this for forever, we’re going. Yolanda will keep the children safe and you know little dude just cries at the drop of a hat

Through the wormhole we go!

ON SIXAM

Suzanna: Wait... did I calibrate it right?

Adam: Of course you did

Suzanna: But My Heart, if this is Sixam… where are all the aliens?

Adam: My guess? Probably hiding in shame for implanting innocent babies into unsuspecting humans

Suzanna: I know we seem to have landed at night but you think there would be at least one… Or some buildings...

Adam: We can look around Starlight, but they’ve disappointed me all my life

He turns and speaks the next part into the empty air.

Adam: Why should aliens suddenly be helpful? Sure, my wife worked her ass off to reach the top of the scientist career, and we’ve traveled through a wormhole to their HOME planet. But hey... why face up to the babies you abandoned if you can just hide

Suzanna: Adam…

Adam: Starlight let’s just see what we can forage, or find, or whatever us geeks do. We’ve come all this way, may as well make sure we get something out of it. I want you to get something positive from this

Suzanna: I want that for you to. Maybe if we-

But Adam has already started to storm off. Suzanna watches him, knowing it’s best not to interrupt him when he’s in a rage. He’ll only say stuff he regrets later. Turning around, no longer looking for aliens like herself, she takes time to look at the scenery. She does love how the trees here seem to glow, and the mushrooms seem to pulsate with magic. As a scientist she knows they’re not magic, but she can dream.

Suzanna checks out a nearby crater completing the space aliens collection! She should be happier about this, being a geek, but she still feels sad. After spending several hours checking out the plants, geodes and crystal sites Suzanna is feeling spooked by the eerie quiet. The stillness is unnerving. No birdsong, no crickets, nothing. She sets out to reconnect with Adam and finds him kicking his heels back by the wormhole generator.

Adam: Sorry I snapped earlier but.. it’s just… *sighs deeply*

Suzanna: So much less than we dreamed

Adam: Yeah. I just wanted someone to look me in the eye and tell me why they left us inside humans on a planet that doesn't like aliens but… there's no one. Will we never have answers?

Suzanna: My Heart… we don’t have to stop looking for a why

Adam: I know I'm not super smart or anything but it just makes no sense. You and me, we’re able to make kids. Why do UFO aliens need to violate humans, then never check in on us our whole lives long

Suzanna: I don’t know. But we’ve hung about here enough for one day huh? Let’s go home

Adam: *sighs* yeah, home. Where aliens are few and far between and humans make you feel ashamed for existing. That paradise

Suzanna: We'll invite the other earth born aliens around. Someone is bound to have an idea of what to do

Adam: They're idiots, none of them are half as smart as you. If you're stuck they're bound to be

Suzanna: Maybe but there's not many sims who know what it's like to grow up like we did. You shouldn't be too quick to cast them aside

Adam: At least if they come over I'll have someone to yell at

Suzanna: *chuckles* That's the spirit

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[satans-helper]

Reaching for Stardust - Part II

Read Looking For Space here; playlist / Read RFS Part I here; playlist

Read (comment!!) on wattpad

Word Count: ~4300

Warnings: none

<3

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Josh and I had tackled grocery shopping first thing in the morning, unpacked it all, then headed out for a long walk through some swamps that were so overgrown and murky that it lended to a very quiet experience with no one to interrupt us. It was nice. He’d been quieter than usual again, though I thought he might just want to tune into the wildlife we didn’t always get to encounter–the tree frogs were invisible around us but loud, their throaty songs permeating the air, and Josh vocalized wonder as to what they were saying to each other. The bullfrogs were loud too, impressive in their deep calls, and we saw a couple leap from the muddy edges of the trail into the dark, shallow water and disappear. Redwing blackbirds fluttered from reed to reed, pausing on cattails to tweet more words unknown to us before going off to perch somewhere else, and the geese beyond were paddling through the water with fuzzy bunches of yellow babies, which Josh and I had to stop and watch until they got too far away to squeal over anymore. 

But Josh wasn’t quiet in the car–he was singing along to Van Morrison, the copy of Saint Dominic’s Preview that his dad had given to him rolling through the CD player, and I was amused at how he sang every word with passion despite how strangely their voices mixed. Or didn’t mix at all, really. They didn’t go together, making for quite a jarring duet, but Josh just kept going and I kept watching–I watched the sun hit his eyelashes and his cheekbones, how it cast a shadow down his neck when we drove through the trees and back onto the paved roads, and I watched his hands move from the wheel to the air as he sang along. He was always moving. He couldn’t ever just be still, not even while driving, and I could still remember how much that had annoyed me when we’d first met. Now, I couldn’t imagine why–he was like a bird too, colorful and vocal, quick and strategic. 

The sun wrapped itself through his honey curls and I reached out to touch his hair, to run my fingers over the shaved patch above his ear. “You ever gonna let all this grow out again?” 

Josh hummed with the last few words of the song before he answered: “Maybe. Why, do you miss it?”

“Sometimes,” I admitted, looking in my mind’s eye at a snapshot of Josh from years prior, all that hair wild, untamed, ridiculous, adorable. “I like it. But you already know if you get rid of all your hair, I’m leaving you.”

He laughed, nose crinkling. “Oh yeah, you’ve told me that. I’m not gonna. We still have to get married, you know.”

I huffed out a small laugh at him throwing that out there so casually. “I remember that too, don’t worry.” 

“So when are we gonna do it?” Josh asked, turning for a moment to look at me, his eyes catching the light too and I could see a brief glimpse of all their colors, the nature that lived inside those irises. 

“After you propose to me,” I told him, then laughed again. “Unless this is your proposal?”

“Absolutely not. But you said you didn’t want me to propose to you yet.” 

“You don’t think we should buy a house first?” I reminded him, looking out the window as we passed other people’s houses, all looking way better than an apartment. “That’s really my only stipulation. I thought we talked about it.”

“I know. But I just don’t wanna wait much longer, darling.” 

I looked back at him, gazing down at the pendant, the Taurean bull, the little starshine jewel, I’d given him for our first anniversary that was hanging around his neck. Truthfully, I didn’t want to wait much longer either but I wanted to put down real roots first–I wanted us to have a place we could truly call home and begin to build before we put the final touch on our relationship. Josh had never been so orthodox with anything really and that was okay, which made me wonder even more why he wasn’t so willing to just go along with my idea. But maybe this was that bull-like stubbornness rearing its head. 

“It’ll be better for us to be married when we buy a house anyway,” Josh went on. “For the taxes and everything.”

“Oh?” I quipped, not even sure about that myself. “What difference does it make? I thought married couples got tax breaks no matter where they lived.”

“Well, both our names would be on the deed or whatever regardless. What difference does it make when we buy a house?”

“If it makes no difference, why can’t we buy a house before we get married?”

Josh sighed. “We could probably plan a whole wedding and get married in the time it’d take to even find a house.”

“Wanna bet?” 

“No, I just wanna be your husband.”

I inhaled sharply. That shut me up. We’d talked about getting engaged, getting married, being married, but we’d never actually said “husband” and “wife” before. It sounded so formal. So adult. And I often still felt like Josh and I were still kids, just two silly people messing around even while being in love and having a life together, and it was jarring to suddenly be reminded that we were far from that. So far from that and there was no going back and that wasn’t even a bad thing. It was just kind of a scary thing. 

“Okay. No bets,” I said, reaching over to place my hand on his thigh. “But I still think I can find a house faster than you can get a ring.” 

“You think I don’t already have a ring?” Josh asked, then cackled over Van Morrison’s grunting. “Come on, you know me better than that.”

My heart did a little flip. “You do? Seriously?”

Josh patted my hand on his thigh. “Yeah, silly goose,” he said, then wagged his finger at me with his eyes on the road. “But don’t even think about asking to see it. That’s gonna be a surprise. The whole proposal will be a surprise.” 

I had imagined it many times in slightly different ways each time. The one constant was that it would be at night–the stars HAD to be there when it happened. I trusted Josh felt the same way. As I imagined it again, I said, “I’m sure it will be. You’ve always been full of surprises.”

“I try my best. Gotta keep things spicy,” Josh said, smiling big enough in my peripheral vision to catch my full attention again. “So about tonight–you wanna get dinner first?” 

“Yeah, definitely. You said there’s some Mediterranean place that’s good?” 

“Sam says so. Or we could go to that diner we liked the last time. Up to you.”

I looked back out the window. We were almost home and the afternoon was still relatively young and warm, keeping me optimistic about the impending night, not that there was anything to actually be edgy about. It was always just such an experience when the boys played a show–they’d come so far as time had gone on. They were on a real label, had a manager, traveled in an actual bus and had all moved to Detroit in the past year. Big changes. Josh and I knew those wouldn’t be the last of the changes, either. It felt like only a matter of time before they moved somewhere even bigger where they could really flesh out and grow to be even more successful so, for now, we all made the mini road trip whenever we could to see one another. I was glad their show was going to be in their home base and even though we could zip back home afterward, I proposed something of my own instead.

“What if we got a hotel tonight?” I asked Josh, already picturing the two of us rolling around drunk in fluffy white linens.

“Ooh, hell yes,” Josh said, smiling big again, his perfect teeth gleaming in the sun. “Why didn’t we think of that sooner? I mean, what’s stopping us?”

“Absolutely nothing.” I grabbed my phone and pulled up Google. “I’ll find us a room right now.”

We showered, dressed, packed our bags and headed on the road again with Josh driving, of course, again. He’d bought a used Jeep Compass a few months back and was still loving it even with winter being over–it was a struggle to get him NOT to drive. Not that I minded. Josh was good at going fast enough to always make good time without ever attracting police, which he was also very skilled at spotting along the highway. I did find it amusing how small he looked inside the car though, perched up high in the driver’s seat like a little sparrow. 

I missed the boys, probably far more than I let any of them and also Josh on. It’s not like they were all that far away, just a hop skip and a jump down 75 and we were there, but sometimes it felt so far. I had gotten so used to seeing them all the time. They were always around. Then suddenly they weren’t. What made it more difficult was how much busier they’d become, so texting had decreased and phone calls were almost non-existent, at least with me. I knew it wasn’t all that much better for Josh but he never let his woes about it show. I still knew it hurt him, he was just resilient, always able to find the good in everything even when it was painful to get there.

“Do you ever think about what life would be like if you’d been part of the band?” I asked Josh as we cruised down the highway, the sky a vast sea of surprisingly clear blue beyond. “I mean, you definitely have the voice for it. And the poetry.” We’d talked about this before too, but it’d been a while–I was curious if the answer had changed. Josh always struck me as someone who needed more freedom than even an artsy film instructor had; then again, sometimes it seemed like being in a touring band didn’t give the boys all the freedom they deserved. 

“It’d be fun. But my life is fun now, too,” Josh said, turning to give me a wide, sparkling grin. “Anyway, I always stole the show when Jake and I were growing up. Now it’s his turn to be front and center.” 

“They all look so–so shiny all the time now,” I commented, looking out the window as I envisioned Danny with his face adorned in rhinestones, Sam’s sleek, shimmering blazers and Jake’s jeweled details on all his stage outfits. 

Josh laughed, sounding pleased by my observation. “They clearly have fun with it. I keep asking Jake to give me some things whenever he’s done with them. Reduce, reuse, recycle to your older brother.”

“Older by five minutes,” I reminded him, although I definitely was into the idea of Jake passing on some pieces to Josh. He’d wear a bejeweled jacket out anywhere, no fancy event needed. 

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Our hotel was more or less in the heart of downtown, requiring Josh to zip his Jeep through a dark parking garage, and then our echoing footsteps brought us down an elevator and to the check-in desk, where Josh was too late with scolding me for paying for the room. I told him he could buy dinner and breakfast to make up for it, to which he grumbled but ultimately agreed. 

The room was standard–simple and inviting and so neat and tidy that I felt a weight lift off my chest. Cool taupe walls surrounded us, with mahogany carpet to go along with the paint and a mahogany desk to match that, a queen bed made up with a tightly tucked, plush white bedspread and an excess of fat pillows, a decently sized flatscreen TV, a black mini fridge with an array of undoubtedly ungodly priced snacks laid neatly beneath it. The best part of the room was the view. We had an open, clear view of the city, the buildings tall and captivating beyond the glass, and the river wasn’t far from our eyes either. 

We dropped our bags to the floor and I beelined for the bathroom, which was also impeccably clean–at least in appearance–and neat, and from beyond the closed door, which was an element of our relationship neither of us felt compelled to change, Josh spoke to me.

“So are we still doing Mediterranean? Or do you wanna look at this visitor’s guide?”

As I zipped back up I replied, “We should look anyway. Like we’re tourists.” 

“We’re like groupies,” Josh corrected as I washed my hands, and when I came back out he was sitting at the foot of the bed flipping through the guide. 

“Yeah, that’s more accurate.” I sat down next to him, then flopped backwards to lie flat on the firm yet somehow cloud-like mattress. “The show’s at seven, right?” 

“Yep. Masonic Temple.”

“Oh yeah.” I turned to look out the window, the memory of our last experience there coming back to me–it had been the boys on that stage last time, too. It was crazy, I thought, how drastically things could change in just a couple years. I wasn’t sure I could take much more change for a while. 

Josh and I had preemptively decided that we would actually show up as sparkly and glittery as we could to go along with, and hopefully bring some joy to, the boys. We stood side by side in the bathroom mirror after we got dressed–Josh was wearing a flowy, sheer white shirt with gold embroidery that he’d found during a previous thrifting excursion–while I was in form-fitting royal purple, applying glitter to our eyes and cheeks until we both looked more or less like disco balls. 

No matter how much or what kind of attention he drew to himself, Josh never got his feathers ruffled and I always adored that about him. He walked as tall as he could, with a natural air of pride but also approachability, and kept himself open to that attention and to the whole world. He just never seemed that afraid of anything–not of judgment, certainly. And not even of all these changes. He took everything as it came, threw some glitter on it like it was magic and went through the universe like he knew he was an intrinsic, unstoppable part of it. And he’d helped me feel the same at times, like when we descended in the elevator and reentered the public, and I didn’t feel any shame at all even while plastered in color and sparkle. What made it all the better was when Josh took my hand as we exited the hotel and hit the streets. I still often felt like one of these days, he was going to take my hand and we were just going to fly away like Peter Pan and Wendy. I figured stranger things had happened, and Josh was full of wondrous strangeness. 

Our dinner ran late with the restaurant understandably being busy on a Saturday night, so by the time we got to the venue, the opener was already playing and Josh and I decided we’d wait until after the show to accost the boys. I was still trying to wrap my head around the fact that they’d reached a point of success where they had opening bands and weren’t the opening act themselves but by the time they were beneath the lights, glittering and sparkling even more than I expected, I was reminded yet again of just how incredible they were. 

Sitting next to me, Josh bobbed and sang quietly along to the songs. He knew all of them, even the newer ones, by heart. There was a part of me that had always anticipated him changing course, joining the band, no matter how fulfilled he already was. I could easily see him up there next to Jake, creating beautiful chaos right along with everyone else. But I was glad he hadn’t. I thought our life together was fun, too–Josh immersed in academia, in a subject he loved just as much as music, me trailing along in travel writing that wasn’t quite a passion but certainly helped to keep the focus and the funds on building more and more pieces of this life together. 

Josh took my hand and gently stroked the backs of my fingers; I thought about what it would be like if we both wore wedding rings. I didn’t even know what his might look like for sure–gold, certainly, but a simple band didn’t suit him. He’d need something more extravagant. What did my ring look like? Where did he keep it? When did he buy it? My mind was suddenly racing with so many questions that my surroundings blurred until my body registered Josh’s touch again, and I looked down at his own perfectly sculpted hand before looking back up at the stage.

When we were backstage, riding a high that wasn’t even truly our own, Josh roped his twin into a tight hug and I made my way to the rhythm section, and soon enough I felt Sam’s lanky arms and Danny’s ridiculously hard arms around me and the entire world felt like it got brighter and warmer. Their presence just did that. 

“God, you were amazing,” I said with my chin over both of their shoulders. When I pulled back, Jake suddenly swarmed me in his own hug, his slight body still very apparently buzzing with a high of his own. “And it’s been ages, you lunatics.”

“I know, I know,” Jake said, his voice even huskier post-set. “You guys should just move here.”

“Well, what’s the point when you’re a touring band now?” I replied, taking him in, all sweat and glitter and magic. They all were. Josh too, though far less sweaty, already gathered Sam and Danny in his arms like they were bundles of flowers and not nearly twice his size. “Just move back home.”

“What’d you think of our new songs?” Sam pressed, squirming out of Josh’s grasp, and wiped the back of his hand over his forehead, pushing his hair back. 

“Loved them,” Josh and I said in unison, and I added, “I remember the title of one of them, I think. ‘Brave’ something, right?”

“‘Brave New World,’” Danny answered, holding his hair up from his neck with one hand. I could so clearly see the literal growth that had taken place in silence, undetected in the passing moments, over the past few years especially in him. None of them were boys anymore. None of us were kids anymore, point blank, and the all-consuming, final realization of it made me dizzy for a moment. 

“That’s right, ‘Brave New World,’” I repeated, committing the title to memory. “I love it. I loved all of it. Your shows never get old.”

“Except you guys are getting old,” Josh said, slinging his arm over Jake’s shoulders, and Jake scoffed, rolling his eyes even as he smiled at his brother’s teasing.

“You’re only as young as you feel,” Sam corrected. “And I feel pretty damn young. Spry, as a matter of fact.” 

“Definitely spry,” Danny agreed, letting his hair down, dark curls spilling over his tan shoulders. 

“You guys going out?” Jake asked, looking Josh and I up and down. “You look like you’re dressed for it.”

“This was all for you,” Josh told him, then moved in next to me and wrapped his arm around my waist. “But we could go out, provided you’re all joining us in that quest.”

Jake laughed. “I think that can be done.” 

None of them even stopped to shower–we all headed out, the three rock stars still sticky with sweat, and all of us were as jovial as we had been when we were just kids. The bouncer sitting in the doorway of the bar asked for all of our IDs and gave a particularly lingering look at Sam’s. He’d always be the baby as far as I, and seemingly everyone else, was concerned. 

I was spared the weight of nostalgia the longer we were out and the more we drank, too immersed in the glow of the present to fall back into the past. Sam and Danny knocked back tequila shots like it was their job and Jake had apparently become somewhat of a beer expert, so he and Josh were ordering all kind of tasting glasses and debating which were the best and why, and I was in the thick of it all, blissfully getting more and more intoxicated with my own cocktails. Bits and pieces of memories came back to me at times, little moments of remembering that tugged on my heart, but for the most part I found myself tethered to exactly where I was, just grateful we were all together and grateful that things felt so similar to how they’d once been. 

“I hate saying goodbye,” I lamented after the bar lights flashed and it was time for all of us to go, and we were huddled together on the sidewalk outside. The boys were waiting for their ride and Josh assured me he was fine to drive, having got too caught up in the IPA debate to even get drunk. 

“It’s not goodbye,” Danny assured me and stumbled a bit as he stood, which was particularly amusing to see in contrast with how controlled he was while sober. “It’s just like, see ya later. Right?”

“It’s like, an hour drive,” Sam added, grabbing Danny’s arm. “‘S not so bad.”

“But you tour,” I reminded both of them, sadness dripping in my words though I didn’t quite feel the brunt of it yet. “Just–just stay in one place for a while. Otherwise Josh and I are gonna have to become roadies or something.”

Josh laughed and brought his arm to my waist again. “Yeah, that’s true. She’s very into that idea, as a matter of fact.”

“We’ll hang out again soon,” Jake said and, at least from him, it sounded real and true and I felt a little more reassurance. “We’re not going anywhere. Not really.”

“Not forever,” I said.

He shook his head, smiling. “Not forever.”

When Josh and I made it back to the hotel, it really hit me how fast the whole night had gone by and I thought, Was this what life just becomes for everyone? Time zipping by before you even have the chance to remember what you’re passing through? Even with an abundance of booze making it more challenging, I tried to commit more pieces to memory–the way Sam’s shirt had flashed and shined like pearls as he played, his face too, how he always looked so enraptured by the music there was no way to get him out of that space. His little beard and mustache combo too, which was new, and Jake’s, and Josh’s. I wasn’t sure when they’d all gotten on that train but I was secretly glad Danny kept his face bare. Picturing him with a goatee made me laugh, then I resumed trying to memorize other things–the way the bar had laser-carved a bird into the bottom of their beer glasses, according to the twins anyway, and how the bubbles from the beer followed its shape. The streetlights lining our way as Josh drove and the sound of his brother’s very own band playing from his stereo now, Josh singing along. Then his arm in mine as we meandered the halls of the hotel again, the dull, blue and beige pattern of the carpet beneath our feet and the strange quietness of it all.

Inside our room once more and kicking off our shoes, Josh even said, “You’re so quiet tonight,” and I then tried to memorize the way his voice sounded as he said it. Almost hushed, sounding a little tired but also a little concerned. That wasn’t surprising. He knew my moods well and knew what caused them to shift.

“I’m just thinking,” I answered truthfully, relieved to feel the soft carpet beneath my bare feet again. I reached up to touch my face, my fingers coming back with glitter that was flaking off my cheeks. “Currently thinking about how much of a pain it’s gonna be to take all this off.”

“I’ll help you,” Josh said, steering me alongside himself into the bathroom. I obliged him with this, leaning back against the sink as he wet a cotton pad with makeup remover and got to work, gently pressing and swiping over my skin. 

I found myself just staring at him, gazing at the glitter on his own skin, how is accented his perfect complexion; his eyes sparkled even more profoundly than the glitter though and I looked into them, through the dark lashes into the dark pools that still kept my soul happily ensnared. 

Josh met my gaze when he pulled back to get another cotton pad wet, smiling: “What are you looking at?”

“Duh. You,” I told him. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and pulled him into me to kiss. No matter how many times we’d done it since we’d met, it never, ever got old–Josh’s lips were eternal flower petals against my own, his skin soft and sweet, his touch far more intoxicating than any substance on earth. And then he held me close in return, one hand reaching up to touch my face, I saw the burst of a million stars behind my eyes and the celestial glow from his body warmed my heart.

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Tagging no one because RIP the 2018-2021 fandom LOL please let me know if you’d like to be tagged in this series!

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you asked for this. buckle in.

okay SO

I hope you remember that future-seer superhero I made for my cw class in junior year. Sibyl?? The Prophet?? & her beloved wife, The Boon??

We're back in that universe baby.

I know for a FACT I never told you about Starshine OR Martyr, so we're going there, but I know you know a bit about Ferryman??

So, Starshine is kind of our had honcho. He's THE hero, yk? You get told 'think of a superhero' and you think of Starshine. & in a society where powers are HEAVILY regulated, it's uncommon for a guy like Starshine to come about because, well, no one's really sure what his power is? He teleports, he floats, he's fast as anything, they have no solid proof of strength powers but surely he has some, right?

He's super close with the PR heads of the hero regulation council. & there's some VERY stringent laws on necromancy abilities, so he helped the chairman keep his son's own necromantic tendencies under wraps for a long time--- Until the Quintessential Building Collapse that would lead to a) The Boon's death, b) the Prophet's loss of anonymity, and c) the death of said chairman and his wife. Thanks, Martyr!

So, yeah, supervillain Martyr has kind of just gone full 'end justifies the means' in the worst way. His politics (namely, allowing metahumans to not be punished for having abilities. shout out necromancy laws & seer laws) are understandable, his methods are *not* because he's. Wild.

Anyway, this kind of the chairman's necromancy power kind of gets outted to the rest of the commission and they're like 'kids like you aren't allowed to exist.' and he's like 'yeah your laws are rubbish. What is I became a superhero?' and Starshine went, 'i'll do you one better. be my sidekick.'

and this was intentional. this was *very* intentional.

Because Starshine is a Martyr sympathiser.

Correction; Starshine is married to Martyr. In their civilian identities.

Now, neither of them knew initially who the other was, but Starshine was talking to his husband one day like, 'now, i'm not pro-mass murder, but like, the guy's got a point.' and so the huband was like 'Oh? Bet.' and the reveal happened from there and they were like, 'no we can use this. Mhm mhm.'

ANOTHER thing Martyr is trying to do is to further research into necromantic ablities, because laws & morality & whatnot has prevented science & necromancers from learning a whole lot. So he wants to get his hands on an honest to god necromancer to use as his little lab rat. And I mean that in the John Harper way not a fun dad way.

Starshine *knows* a necromancer, but he's not old enough to do anyting with yet. But then the collapse happens, and the world discovers this powerful ass necromancer kid who's been flying under the radar thanks to daddy's money & the world is split between 'he's a necromancer he's dangerous as hell and demonic.' and 'he's literally thirteen what threat is a thirteen year old' and so Starshine is like 'and im a dad now, actually.'

So he takes Ferryman and is like 'babe, husband, love of my life. Here's our necromancer. You've seen what he can do. But not yet. Let me train him first, before you get your hands on him.' and Martyr is like 'oh of course.' & Ferry spends *three years* living with Starshine & Martyr, not knowing he's living with *Martyr* and is doing fun cool hero things. Because the supervillain's been dormant since that attack, hiding from Prophet. Until he makes a comeback. And Prophet gets a vision--

And I've changed this; Ferry & Prophet don't know each other beyond their personas now.

But Prophet gets this series of visions. First was Ferryman's identity under his reaper mask, second was that Ferryman's legal guardian as Starshine, and third, was that Ferryman's other guardian as *Martyr* and Martyr was preparing to turn this kid into a living experiment (you dont watch MHA but think Shigaraki/the Doctor vibes).

So Prophet catches him while he's on patrol and she's like, 'you need to come with me.' and he's like 'what? no? who are you? I'm going home, lady,' and she's like 'No. You're *not* come with me." and in pops Martyr like heeeyyyy besties. And he's not happy.

Prophet makes quick work of busting the voice modulator & destroying the mask Martyr uses, and she hates that she has to b so calloused about Ferry finding out, but like...

And then Ferry quickly escapes with Prophet and fucking books it, not really knowing *why* but knowing he wasnt going home.

And then he pieces together that Starshine knew this whole time. And there was this very public moment where Starshine's patrolling and this greek-themed vigilante pops out of NOWHERE and tries to take his ass down, and very quickly people realise 'whos the greek necromancer?? THATS OUR GREEK NECROMANCER' except now he's using the alias 'Asphodel' because he's 15 and he's dramatic. He's also figured out he can bloodbend humans, but it doesnt work on Starshne because, well, Starshine isn't *human* (shout out to the galaxy I made for Prattled! Starshine is from the plant Prattled's planet's at war with. They would actually kill each other if left in a room)

So yeah Asphodel is going on a fucking EXPOSE. this boy is PISSED. he wants VENGEANCE, bro. His parents are gone, his sibling is 'missing' (but prolly also gone considering she was in the building) & his stepdads were their murderers this whole time??? oh it is WAR

and i dont know what happens next but I know there will be a showdown of epic proportions

OKAY I needed like a solid 20 minutes to sit down and read through this but we’re so here. I love ur superheroes. That marriage reveal is CRAZY btw I am so obsessed with superheroes and supervillains being in love this is delicious… sometimes a family is a hero and a villain and their necromantic kid…also give me a moment I started answering this and then realized it’s too loud for me to think where I’m sitting and I need to be somewhere quiet so I can be properly nuts about it. Please hold for scam likely etc etc

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MINE TOO!!! he just recently started calling me Cass which is what my friends call me..but I wanted it to be something special or specific to him I call him all kinds of things. Like starshine, moonbeam, mo mhuirnin, love, baby, darling, sweetheart sunshine my darling love, and even callum. Yet we had our three month anniversary together after knowing each other for about seven months and he still called me by my first name. Then one day he randomly started using Cass. I dont understand??

my partner doesn’t use pet names nearly as much as i do, which is very funny because i will crack my gay little knuckles and say some shit like “good morning my sun and moon, my loveliest boy, my baby my sweetheart my darling dearest” and he will reply “hello adrian”

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headcanon: nicknames, petnames, endearments character: farlan church

general bold for something they're okay hearing; italicize for something they'd say

babe  love     darling     sweetheart     sweetie     hun     baby     my love dear     angel     sweetness     lovebug     soulmate     sunshine     handsome     beautiful  my heart     honey     sweetpea     my person     my favorite     mine     yours cutie     pumpkin     dearest     queen     sexy     bitch     lover     hot stuff     princess     precious     stud     good-looking     toots     snookums     husband     wife     hubby     wifey     brother     bro     bruv     sister     sis     pal     asshat      bitch boy     hero     king   love of my life     starshine     muscle man     beloved      apple of my eye     master mcdreamy (he'd laugh)     mcsteamy     nugget     her/his/their majesty     funny man     angel eyes     old sport     girly     girlypop     missy     sir     mister     ma'am champ     doc     dude     dudette     pal     buster     bruh     homie     smartass     dipshit     goof     silly     bae     boo     bestie     twin     friend     lovely     doll    fucker soldier lord my liege

character specific

based on the name: he just goes by farlan. surnames aren't always necessarily valued as much as first names in his neighborhoods, so it's rare that people know his last name. sometimes for discretion, he has introduced himself by a false name. usually either arlo or frank. the false name doesn't have to be pretty. professional/educational titles: as a child, his mother had been a part of a neighborhood group of women that had run a community kitchen. he had access to food fairly regularly, & he had access to local news/gossip. at this stage, he had been known as his mother's eldest, though he was the second-born. his older brother is no longer living. as an adolescent, he briefly had a spell where he wanted to create a cool sounding nickname. something like flicker or alley fox or something that he realized was stupid two minutes later. he gained traction among his peers for his charisma & intel. he didn't need a name because he didn't need to perform. as a young adult, he had worked with levi. then he was known as levi's right hand man. then he was a soldier & known as such. family: his mother sometimes lilts into listnessness & distraction. her home sometimes fits into the rotation of childcare & strays, so he is not always attention. his mother calls him baby sometimes in passing. his younger sister calls him asshole with affection & fatigue. then there was isabel. who calls him brother. then there was levi. who calls him a lot of things. misc: when he talks naturally, he talks fast. he makes a habit of talking as though he were familiar. he spits our nicknames & endearments like jokes too easily, too loosely, & too fondly. he's a people person. he gets surprised when people say them sincerely to him. it always takes by surprise.

tagging: you ! literally just made this template so i can make a blank one if people are interested, but really this is just a trial & error since @chaoslulled made some hc requests !

[jaegersprincess]

I had come home to flower fruit mountain absolutely drained after a really tiring day at work. When I managed to trudge through the door Macaque was there by the door waiting for me,instantly cradling me to his chest cooing softly to me "Aww my lil dove had a hard day huh".

He starts rubbing my back with one hand the other untying my hair from it's disheveled bun an threads his clawed hand through my hair giving my scalp light scratches.

I just hide my face in his chest and let out a pathetic whine tears beading at my eyes.

" My poor baby" He cooes as he removes his hand from my head, delicatly wiping the small tears from my eyes before scooping me in his arms caring me to our bedroom.

I let out a small whimper at the sudden movement. Macaque gently bounces me in his muscular arms to soothe me."Peaches is getting the bath ready for you star bright he's even using his special bath salts just for you" he says softly.

As he walks into the room there's Wukong sitting on the bed waiting for us. When he sees Macaque holding me close he softly smiles "There's my precious petal" he says as he makes his way to us, once close enough to me he tangles his fingers in my hair an lightly scratches my scalp. I leaned my head into is hand with a content hum passing my lips as his claws gently scrap against my scalp.

"Moonbeam heard you had a rough day so I got a nice warm bath for our lil starshine all ready". He kisses the top of my head before he pulls away and takes me from macaques arms.I whine as I'm taken from Mac's warm embrace. Wukong softly sushes me as he walks towards the bed laying me down. Wukong gently takes my clothes off me kissing my face everytime I whine at each layer being taken off my over stimulated body."Ssh I know love I know, I'm almost done" he hums gently.

While Wukong undresses me Macaque makes his way to the bathroom to light the lavender scented candles that line the corners of the tub. Once done he strips he's clothes off an enters the tub, by the time he's done Wukong is walking in with Dani cradled in his strong arms.Wukong lays me on Macaque's lap and starts to strip an climbs into the tub as well.

They take turns bathing me all the while I haven't said a word an they weren't gonna make me knowing my social battery was practically non existent. After soaking in the tub for a bit Macaque gently moves me to wukong's lap an gets out and starts to dry off. Once he's down he wraps the towel around his hips before taking me from Wukong. He leans me against his firm cheat and proceeds to gently dry me off, sushing me when I whine at the towel rubbing against my currently sensitive skin. Meantime Macaque dries me off as Wukong climbs out an starts to dry off, wrapping the towel round his hips as well. Macaque loosely wraps the towel around me preceding to gather me into his powerful arms once again, carries me back to the bedroom. He lays me onto the bed and dresses me in my softest pajamas. During the time Macaque is getting me dressed for bed, Wukong is draining the tub, blowing the candles out before making his way towards his two loves.

Wukong quickly throws on just a pair of sleep pants before sitting on the bed under the covers back against the headboard.

He pulls me under the covers laying me on his chest head over his heart legs straddling his hips.

Macaque shimmys on a pair of sleep pants, before he makes his way to the door. I fuss noisily when I see him leaving the room.

He turns to face me with a soft smile, eyes full of love "Ssh you're ok pet I'm just getting you a lil something to eat before bed I'll be right back" he tenderly says, walking out the room.

I huff harshly through my nose while slumping against Wukong's chest, said monkey chuckling quietly "Aw such a clingy baby hhm" he murmurs gently in my ear. I let out a small grunt as I nuzzle into his sturdy chest. Wukong gently massages my shoulders an slowly works his way down my back stopping at my lower back before making his way back up. He continues the process whilst waiting for Macaque to return with the promised food.

The warmth of the covers along with Wukong's body heat plus the massage starts to lull me to sleep, struggling to stay awake.

Macaque strides back into the room with a plate of my favorite fruit cut up. He stares lovingly at the scene he walks in on. Wukong notices him standing in the doorway and lets out a soft snort at the dopey look on Macaque's face.

"Stop standing there like a love sick fool and hurry over here our darling is barley conscious" he rasped out. Macaque makes quick strides to the bed "As if you aren't a bigger love sick fool" he teases while he gets under the covers pressing against Wukong's side, plate in his lap.

Macaque grabs a slice of plum and softly nudges it against my lips urging me to eat. I let out a weak mewl an turn my face into Wukongs chest wanting to sleep. Macaque let's out a small tsk gripping my chin making me turn my head away from Wukong's chest.

"None of that sweets you need to eat before you can go to sleep" he states firmly. I let out a small grunt scrunching up my nose to show my displeasure at not being allowed to fall asleep.

Wukong hitches me up a little higher on his chest while softly whispering into my ear, " come on love just a few pieces and you can go to sleep I promise" I pull my lips into a small pout and let out a small keen kicking my legs in frustration.

"I know I'm being so mean to the baby girl but be a good girl and eat a few pieces and I'll put on a shadow play for you to fall asleep too" bargains Macaque.

My eyes widen slightly at the prospect of one of he's shadow plays. I open my mouth wide enough for macaque to slip the small piece of plum into my mouth.

Wukong kisses the top of my head "there's a good girl" he praises as he starts to rub my back. Macaque smiles as he feeds me more plum pieces. "Just a few more starbright and you'll be finished" expresses Macaque.

Macaque holds a piece of mango to my lips but I seal my lips shut and looks from the fruit to him gesturing with my eyes for him to eat it.

Macaque's eyes fill with love at the gesture " We've already eaten dove don't worry" he replies. I open my mouth at that letting him slide the mango in. "Such a sweet girl wanting to share her food" hums Wukong. I feel a blush spread across my cheeks at the constant praise from my two loves.

Once half the plate was empty Macaque puts it onto the nightstand, then slides me off Wukong so I lay between the two.

"Now I believe I promised our lil love a shadow play" smirks Macaque.

A smile blooms across my face eyes filling with glee. "Someone's excited" chuckles Wukong as he lays down beside me wrapping an arm around my waist. Macaque lays on his back his arm in the air as he puts on a shadow play about a powerful geisha saving a village.

Barley a quarter in the play I feel my eyes start to droop heavily before closing completely.

I soon drift off into a deep sleep. When Macaque sees I'm down for the count he stops only for Wukong to whine. "Aw come on moonlight finish the story" he pouts at him.

Macaque rolls to his side to face me and Wukong a smirk on his lips. "You and I both know if I finish while she's asleep she'll be pouty in the morning" Macaque says softly.

Wukong let's out a fake exasperated sigh " I suppose we can't have a pouty baby now can we". Macaque chuckles at his theatrics "no, no we can not she'll withhold kisses as punishment". Wukong let's out a small hum " mm that she would ".

Wukong looks down at Dani lovingly then moves his eyes to macaque. " I'm so lucky to have you both as my mates" Wukong says adoringly.

Macaque leans over an places a chaste kiss to Wukongs lips "So am I peaches so am I". "Goodnight my loves" Wukong sleepiy utters as he closes his eyes.

Macaque presses closer to Dani while wrapping his arm around her waist and tail intertwining with Wukong's before he himself succumbs to sleep as well.