#he's really cute i had fun tryin him out!

[dasketcherz]

I live for @glitchpunkz's beckory fics recently like smth in my brain chemicals shifted because of them,,,

[peppymintdreams]

Baa-nished to Chaos

Oh no Mc is a sheep again but instead of helping them mammon has a better idea

The sound of frantic hooves on hardwood echoed through the House of Lamentation. Lucifer’s already furrowed brow deepened as Mammon burst into his study, clutching something fluffy and bleating.

“I found ‘em, Lucifer!” Mammon exclaimed, holding up a small, pinkish purple sheep with wide, panicked eyes. The sheep flailed in Mammon’s arms. “It’s MC! Solomon did somethin’ again!”

Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose, his patience evaporating. “Mammon, why are you holding a sheep in my study?”

“I just said! It’s MC!”

The sheep bleated loudly, wriggling to escape Mammon’s grip. Lucifer leaned back in his chair, staring at the animal. “Explain.”

Mammon shifted awkwardly. “Okay, so Solomon was messin’ with one of his weird potions in the kitchen. MC was just standin’ there, watchin’, and BAM! Puff o’ smoke, poof, they’re a strangely colorful sheep now!”

Lucifer sighed heavily. “Why didn’t you stop him?”

“Hey, I ain’t responsible for Solomon’s nonsense! I was watchin’ Goldie, thank you very much!”

At that moment, the door burst open, and Leviathan stumbled in, his phone clutched in one hand. “I heard there’s a sheep—WHOA, it’s true?! Is this an event? Is this one of those transformation tropes?!”

The sheep—MC—bleated mournfully.

“I told Solomon not to experiment without supervision,” Lucifer muttered, glaring daggers at Mammon. “Now, he’s nowhere to be found, and we’re left with this mess.”

“I dunno, Lucifer,” Mammon said, grinning. “I think it’s kinda cute. Look at ‘em, all fluffy and tiny! Ain’t that right, MC?”

MC responded by headbutting Mammon in the chest.

“OW! What the hell?! I’m tryin’ to be nice!”

Later, in the common room, the brothers gathered to assess the situation. Asmodeus cooed over MC, snapping pictures with his D.D.D.

“They’re absolutely precious!” he said. “You know, I think you’re even cuter as a sheep, MC. But don’t worry, I’ll still love you when you’re back to normal.”

Belphegor yawned from his spot on the couch. “Do we really have to fix this? A sheep is low-maintenance. They can’t even nag us about chores.”

Beelzebub was busy offering MC a piece of lettuce. “Do you want a snack? Oh, wait—can sheep eat chocolate? I’d hate for you to miss out on dessert.”

Lucifer stood near the fireplace, arms crossed. “We’re wasting time. Solomon must reverse this immediately.”

“Bah,” MC bleated, trotting away from Beel’s lettuce.

But Mammon had other ideas. “Y’know what? This whole ‘sheep MC’ thing ain’t so bad! They’ve been cooped up in this house all day, so I’m takin’ ‘em out for a walk. Fresh air’ll do ‘em good!”

Lucifer glared. “Absolutely not. You’ll get the killed.”

“Too late!” Mammon declared, already wrapping a scarf around MC’s wooly neck. “C’mon, MC, let’s go!”

The streets of the Devildom were not prepared for the spectacle that followed.

Mammon strutted confidently through the marketplace with a leash attached to MC, who trotted along reluctantly. Demons turned to stare, some whispering, others laughing outright.

“Yo, Mammon!” a demon vendor called out. “Is that your pet?”

Mammon puffed out his chest. “This ain’t no ordinary sheep! This here’s MC, my—uh—my human! Yeah!”

The sheep glared at Mammon, tugging against the leash.

“Aw, don’t give me that look, MC! You’re havin’ fun, right?”

MC promptly headbutted Mammon’s shin.

“Ow! Hey! Quit doin’ that!”

A familiar voice rang out above the chaos. “Mammon, what the hell are you doing?”

Satan appeared, looking both exasperated and amused. His arms were crossed, and he tapped his foot.

“I’m givin’ MC some fresh air! What’s it look like?!”

“It looks like you’re making a public spectacle of them. MC, are you okay?”

The sheep bleated pitifully, and Satan sighed. “That’s what I thought.”

Before the argument could escalate, a loud CRACKLE of magical energy split the air. Solomon materialized, looking sheepish. “Ah, there you are. I see you found them!”

Mammon rounded on him immediately. “YOU! FIX THIS!”

“I was just about to,” Solomon said, holding up a glowing vial. “But I must say, they make a very charming sheep.”

MC gave Solomon a death glare, as much as a sheep could muster.

“Alright, alright,” Solomon said with a laugh. “Hold still, MC. This will only take a moment.”

He poured the contents of the vial over MC, who shimmered and glowed. When the light faded, MC stood there in human form, arms crossed and glaring at everyone involved.

Mammon grinned nervously. “Hey, uh, welcome back!”

MC raised an eyebrow. “Leash? Scarf? Public walk?”

Mammon gulped. “Y-you’re gonna headbutt me again, aren’t ya?”

“Yep.”

[daisyvisions]

✦ Day 33 - Wildcard (Double Penetration)

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Pairing: Boyfriend!Hyunjae x afab!reader x Boyfriend!Younghoon

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Word Count: 1.2K

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), threesome, porn with minimal plot, mask kink, poly!am relationship, double penetration (vaginal and anal), oral (m! receiving), fingering, nipple sucking, rough sex, lots of teasing, pet names (princess, good girl, sweet thing, baby, slut), double creampie, slight manhandling, ass slapping, slight roleplay, implied foursome

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. A/N: I can officially say my kinktober list is complete! Sorry this took longer than it should’ve BUT as I’ve said before, kinktober ain’t over til I say it’s over. Had way too much fun writing this in the end hehe enjoy! Proofread once

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Network: @deoboyznet

✦ Kinktober Masterlist ✦

You’ve always loved celebrating Halloween for as long as you could remember. From picking the treats that go inside the snack bowl at home to the movies that you planned to binge watch with your family.

But most importantly, every year you made it a point to always dress your best. From cute silly costumes as a child to more sexier options as you started becoming an adult.

So when your boyfriends Younghoon and Hyunjae said they’d give you the best trick or treat surprise for you this Halloween, you didn’t think it would end up like this.

“C’mon baby, can’t you tell who’s dick you're sucking right now? Thought it would be obvious.” The man wearing a ghost face costume teases as holds your face together, fucking his length inside your mouth.

The other ghost face behind you chuckles with him, giving you a hard smack on your ass as he continues to rut himself inside your wet cunt. The squelching noises coming from you turning him on with every thrust.

From a third person point of view and with no context whatsoever, anyone who might’ve been watching the scene happening in front of their eyes right now would’ve thought an incredibly kinky porn was being filmed.

But to you, it felt like you were in heavenly bliss.

Sure, this is the first time you're being fucked by both your boyfriends at the same time. But your hot boyfriends fucking you with ghost face masks on? And the fact they’re making you guess who’s who? Yes please…

You release the cock in your mouth with a pop, slowly jerking it off as you pause in between trying to catch your breath.

It would’ve been really easy to guess whose cock you were sucking by now. But these two were ten steps ahead by making the room incredibly dark, leaving you to guess based on feeling alone.

“C-can’t you give me a hint?” You try to hold back a moan as the ghost face behind continues to roughly pound you, pulling back your hips til his whole length is bottomed out inside you.

“Nuh-uh princess. Remember the rules-” The ghost face in front of you caresses your cheek. “If you guess wrong, you don’t get to cum.”

You suddenly yelp when the ghost face behind you delivers a particularly hard thrust before slowing his movements and snaking his hand between your thighs to rub your aching clit. His fingers start quickening their pace, trying to get you closer to the edge.

With the little window of time you have before you reach your high, you try to recall all the moments you had with each boyfriend to give you any sign of who is currently fucking you and whose cock you’re currently jerking off.

“Fuck baby. Keep doing that-” The ghost face in front of you hisses. “Such a pretty slut for us don't you think?”

“Only ours. Isn’t that right?” The ghost face behind you slaps your ass once more.

You try to see if you could guess by the tone of their voices, but they both sounded too similar since the ghost face masks they were both wearing had muffled their voices.

And suddenly, the clue to finding out who’s who hit you.

You look up at the ghost face in front of you, giving him the prettiest doe eyes you could give.

“Please Mr. Ghost Face, can I ride your cock?” You ask with the sweetest innocent voice while trying to somewhat play the role you’re currently in.

“Yeah? Wanna ride my cock sweet thing?” He rubs his thumb on your bottom lip. You nod in response.

The ghost face behind you give your ass one more slap before pulling out, while the ghost face in front plops down onto the bed and instantly manhandles you. Pulling you to straddle his lap before grabbing your hips and pushing it down onto his length.

He wraps his arms around your waist for a moment, holding you down as the other ghost face positions himself behind you, teasing the tip of his cock at your asshole before pushing his length completely inside.

You let out a desperate moan from feeling incredibly full from two cocks dragging in and out of you both inside your cunt and your ass. The overwhelming feeling of being this full pushing you closer to your orgasm.

You hold onto the edge of the headboard, trying to find balance from how hard both your boyfriends are going at it with you.

“Fuck- look at you. Those pretty tits.” The ghost face under you groaning as your breasts start to spill out from your bra. You tried to hide your smirk, knowing you’d be getting your answer in a few moments.

“W-want you to suck on them, please-” you beg.

“Yes please-” He groans as he slightly adjust his mask enough to free his mouth and take in your hardened nipple between his lips, sucking them like there’s no tomorrow. Swirling his tongue around and slightly nipping them, making his cock twitch inside you from the act.

Bingo.

“P-please. Wanna cum so bad-” you moan out, feeling your orgasm getting close to the edge and tipping off any second from now. You could also feel both of their thrusts starting to become a bit sloppy signaling their own highs nearing as well.

“Then what’s the answer princess? Who’s who?” The muffled voice of ghost face behind you whispering in your ear.

“Who’s fucking that little pretty cunt of yours?”

“H-Hyunjae, it’s Hyunjae! Please let me cum-” You whine.

“That’s a good girl. Now cum for us won’t you?”

The second the ghost face behind you says this, knot in your stomach snaps in two. Making you see stars as your cunt tightens around Hyunjae’s cock.

“H-holy shit, she’s gripping my cock. Gonna cu- fuck!” Hyunjae pushes your hips down, bottoming out his length in you as he fills you up to the brim.

Younghoon follows close as his hips stutter. His thrusts slowing down and becoming sloppy as he empties himself inside your ass.

All three of you take a breather for a moment before you lift Hyunjae’s mask off. His sweaty bangs clinging to his forehead while his cheeks glow a blushing pink.

“What gave it away sweetheart?” He smiles at you.

“Between the two of you, you’re the one who can’t resist sucking my tits whenever they’re in front of your face-” You chuckle.

“Wait, seriously?” Younghoon huffs as he lifts his mask.

“Can’t help myself-” Hyunjae replies. “Plus, our princess is way too smart.” He strokes your cheek before pulling you down for a kiss.

“Well, if that’s the case-” Younghoon pulls you back up, pressing your back against his chest as he leans forward to kiss the side of your neck.

“Why don’t we blindfold you next time? Maybe even give you noise cancelling earphones? That way you can’t even tell who’s fucking you...”

He nips your earlobe making you moan. He moves his lips close to your ear, whispering something only the two of you could hear,

“…And maybe bring a friend of ours to join, hm? What do you say?”

[hoshigray]

Hiii!! I rlly love your work & I appreciate you! Ty for ur writing <3 I was wondering if you could do something where reader convinces Toji to let her do his makeup and and and and she straddles him while he’s laying down to do it 🥺 maybe reader gets a little confident n bratty bc of the position n it gets a little spicy ? if you’re feeling up to it ! 🌲💕 this is my first ask so please lmk if my etiquette is off!

Oh, no worries, noonie! Your etiquette is okay, and your request is so cute like wth!!? :00 I worked on this after coming back from my trip, so apologies if this doesn't seem to be in my usual writing style. Also, to make this funny, I tried makeup for the first time while I was away!! Lol, so the experience really came around for this ask, so I appreciate it and hope you like what I jotted down! Other than that, hope you had a wonderful weekend ♡

Cw: Toji x reader - fluff mostly, but it gets suggestive at the end - grinding (m! receiving) - thigh riding (?) - impact play/spanking (2x) - pet names (baby, princess, pumpkin) - putting makeup on Toji <3 - reader and Toji being adorbs omg stop hehehe~ Wc: 1k

"How long is this shit supposed to be?"

"Sit still, will you? I can't work with you constantly moving."

"Tch, you're lucky I'm lettin' you do this because of a bet."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Open your eyes so I can see how it looks." Begrudgingly, Toji opens his eyelids to reveal the emerald eyes you're familiar with. "Okay, close them again."

It's a lazy Sunday afternoon. You and your boyfriend hang out at your place to chill, spending time cuddled up on the couch and watching television. It was your usual weekend routine, being close o your boyfriend like this. However, today was different compared to the other relaxing days prior.

Here you are on your living room couch, straddling Toji's lap with your hands occupied by a palette of green and gold eyeshadow in one and a brush in the other. Reason why? About two days ago, Gojo and Toji got into an argument as they usually do, something about their favorite sports team going against each other. Your man then had the fantastic idea to bet on his team, saying he'll do whatever Gojo says if his team doesn't win.

Why was the idea fantastic? Frankly, it's no surprise to you and the snow-haired other that Toji cannot win a bet to save his life. So when the score showcased the apparent outcome of the older man's loss, Gojo took his win in playful pride. And the punishment? Well, mounting on top of him today should explain it.

"You know, you got a pretty nice eye shape. You're pulling this look off quite nicely." Dadding his closed eyelid with the brush, you paint lime green atop the dark green eyeshadow cascading around his eyes. You chose to do nothing too audacious for the man, as you're just taking pictures and sending them to Gojo afterward.

He scoffs at your comment. "You said that about twenty minutes ago with the other shit you put on me."

"Yeah, well, can't blame me for admiring my handsome man being so fetching. If I slapped a nice dress on you and headed to the club later, I'd bet you'd have a line of men and women trying to ask you out."

"You tryin' to say I'm hotter than you, pumpkin?" He lifts a brow and then snickers after you bonk him in the head with a white highlighter pen.

"Shut up and stay still so I can put this on." You use the pen to apply by the corner of his eyes. Now two white hearts are harbored close to the bridge of his nose. After asking him to open his eyes again, you maneuver around to ensure that both eyes are even. And you beam when you feel accomplished with what you've done. "Perfect! Alright, onto the next part."

"The liner thingy?"

"Yup!" He chortles at your enthusiasm while you grab the item from your makeup bag. Closing his eyes again, you work on the bottom of his lids to form a steady black wing that ventures out. You giggle; who knew doing makeup on your boyfriend would be so much fun? Maybe I should put him in a dress.

With a gleeful attitude and a merry hum, you swing your hips around as you work. But you halt when you feel Toji's hands come to your hips, and you stop moving.

"Hold on there, baby." Toji's hands rub your hips. "Movin' too fast."

It doesn't click you until you realize the position you're in. Your legs still slip apart to sit atop his lap, your bottom directly above his groin. And that's when an idea pops up in your head, unable to fight the grin sneaking up on your face.

Your hips move once more but in a slower motion this time. Toji opens the eye you're not working on to look at your face, but you don't acknowledge it and just continue applying the eyeliner.

"I know you heard me the first time." A silent giggle confirms his suspicions.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Close that eye up." He gives you a furrowed look, yet he does what you instructed, allowing you to examine your work before laying the black material on his other eye. And as your hips continue to apply pressure on his crotch, Toji groans at the motion.

"So you're just gonna act deaf on me, huh."

You bit your lip to conceal the giddiness in your smile. But then it's replaced with an abrupt shriek from your lips when a sudden smack of pain comes down on your ass. "Oww!! Hey, quit it!"

"Quit what?" Now it's his turn to act dumb, giving him a glare while Toji chuckles.

"Whatever. Let me finish this up." You grumble while laying the last strokes of your eyeliner, yet you still grind on Toji. And you can feel the tent of his sweatpants slowly protrude. After a few seconds, you close the eyeliner and put it into your bag. "Now for the final touch. Some cute lip gloss for you...Ahhhh!! Toji, stop it!"

"Then quit grindin' up on me, brat." he snarkily warns you, rubbing his hand on your ass after hitting it again.

"Why? Hate that I'm making you hot and bothered like this?" Your hips grind harder on his tent, and he exhales with scrunched brows. He scowls at you, lidded emerald eyes branding holes into yours. But you don't falter and resume acting tough. "Don't want me to give you attention for being so pretty?"

Before you get an answer, Toji grabs for your ass and shifts to stand up from the couch, and you scramble to warp your arms around his neck before you stumble off the older, muscular man. He walks out of the living room with your arms. And he throws you down to the bed of your room with a tiny 'oof' coming from you.

"You wanna give me some attention, huh?" Toji crawls up on the bed and kisses your lips while sliding a hand down in your leggings, fingers nestling and pushing onto your soaked panties. Your whimpers are taken by his mouth as he kisses your neck. The gloss on his lips leaves sticky marks where he places them. "How 'bout you sit there and look pretty fr' me, then?"

"Mmmph...At least, let me take a picture of your makeup," you say with eyes sewn shut. "Gotta send it to—Ahhmmm..."

"Later," Toji withdraws himself to take off his sweatpants. "In the meantime, lemme fuck the shit outta y'r cute and bratty ass, princess."

[writer-komaru]

₊˚ପ⊹ Prey of the Snake Eyes (*❦ω❦)/‘˚◞♡ ⃗ *ೃ༄

✧Rating: Smut + Slight NonCon

✧Characters: Thirteen

✧Word Count: 2.4k

✧Summary: Your decision to wear matching costumes with Mammon to the Devildom annual Halloween party was the last straw for a certain snake-eyed reaper. One moment you’re playing classic carnival games and winning prizes, the next you’re pulled into a secluded spot in the eerie haired house and shown who you really belong to. Try to keep quiet all you want, she’s not stopping till you’re sobbing loud enough to rattle the walls of the celestial realm.

“This was such a cute idea! But how in the world did you get Levi to help make these for us?” You asked Mammon while happily twirling around in front of the mirror.

“My amazing persuasive skills and a little bit of bribery never hurt anyone,” Mammon chuckled to himself as he rested his arm on your shoulder and joined you in front of the mirror.

“You didn’t hear it from me but you look smokin’ hot as Yoimiya,” he playfully nudges you with his elbow, “Everyone’s gunna be so jealous.”

“Yeah, so very jealous that I'm going with The Arataki Itto, that’s what,” you nudge him back and put your hands on your hips.

“Haha, now that’s a given,” he smirks and combs his fingers through his hair. After a quick laugh at his antics you both rush out of the door to make it to the location on time. This wasn’t your first time going to Devildom’s annual Halloween party, but it was the first time you were not only going with someone but dressing up with them too. Usually you and the rest of the demon brothers go as a group, but this year RAD decided it was a great idea to give out a heavily weighted quiz the day after the party so everyone’s held up in their rooms studying. The only reason you and Mammon are going is because he never really cared about his studies and says ‘he could do it with his eyes closed’ and you completed your studies early. You were honestly very happy you didn’t have to go alone because parties are always more fun with friends. But there's just one thing you feel like you’re forgetting…

“Are you sure we brought everything?” You remarked, looking through your purse as you walked.

“What would we need to bring to a Halloween party besides ourselves?” He laughed it off, taking your hand in his and giving it a squeeze.

“Well I don’t know, maybe things like money, keys to the house, our phones, our tickets-“

“Yeah yeah yeah I get it, I’d be lost without you, what else are ya tryin’ to prove, huh?” He snickered and squeezed your hand again.

“I’m glad you realize it,” you laugh with him and eventually reach the entrance to the event. It’s decorated with vines, fake bats, and cutouts of ghosts and other monsters. It looks a little more cute than scary, though. But the interior is a lot more appealing as you two enter. There’s tons of mini games, other demons in costumes, a corn maze, a haunted house, and even a fountain filled with smoking purple water. This might have just been your imagination but you could have sworn Mammon’s eyes sparkled like bright fireworks at the idea of getting to experience all these attractions with you.

“They fuckin’ got apple bobbin’ too! Come on, we gotta go see!” He excitedly pulled your arm, causing you to yelp as he dragged you towards the buckets of apples. That was until both of you suddenly stopped.

“Huh? What gives?!” Mammon narrows his eyes, ready to square with any insignificant demon pleb that dared to interrupt his private time with you. Instead, he realized he was face to face with a bubbly, smiling face and a pair of sharp, snake-like eyes.

“Why hello again Sheepy and… company?” Thirteen waved to you and gave a curious look to Mammon, “Ohhh, you’re that funny guy who tried using a fishing rod while on the roof to snatch things out of people’s bags! Hahaha, that had me in tears!”

His face lit up in an embarrassed and angry blush, “It was one fucking ti- I mean, HOW DID YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT?!”

“Wait mammon you actually tried something like that…?” You raised your eyebrow. You knew he would do anything for some quick Grimm but that seems way too cartoony, even for him.

Thirteen continued giggling, playfully slapping him on the back, “Could have used a better escape plan though! Falling off the roof and into the bushes wasn't the best idea.”

“J-just shut up, would ya?! It’s none of your business!!” He snapped back, pulling you closer to him by the arm.

“Alright fine, I’ve had my fun. And I don’t just come here to embarrass you or something, I came here for the little sheepy over here!~” She flashed you a smirk, causing Mammon’s blood to boil. She caught a glimpse at the hand tucked behind his back and the glimmering gold chains swirling around his fingertips and looked away from you, “But it seems you’re a little occupied at the moment, what a bummer. Guess I’ll just have to wait my turn, Cya around, sheepy!” As she bounded away, she drifted a teasing nail across your chest.

“That reaper girl… ugh, whatever, let’s just ignore her,” Mammon huffed as he motioned you back towards the apple buckets.

Throughout the whole night you couldn’t stop thinking about her, over and over, especially how she touched your chest. Was she trying to hint at something?

“Hey, earth to MC, pay attention! It’s no fun winnin’ if you’re just gonna count every star in the sky all night!” Mammon snapped his fingers in front of your face.

“Huh? What? Oh, sorry my bad. It’s uh, just a beautiful night tonight, I got distracted,” you laughed it off, picking your water gun back up and aiming it right at the target ahead of you.

“Yeah yeah, whatever you say, sore loser- Hey, quit that, you might actually beat me!” He exclaims, trying to fire twice as fast. After a very close match, you managed to come out on top by only a few points, being rewarded with a cute plushie bat with devil horns.

“Ughhh no fair, I shouldn’t have snapped your attention back and taken the free win instead,” he groaned to himself as you two walked away from the booth, hanging his head low dramatically.

“Look who’s the sore loser now?” You smirked, jabbing him in the shoulder.

“Shut it, I’m not a sore loser! Uh- there! See that game over there? First one to get a prize is the real winner! I’m totally going to wipe that shit eating grin off your face!” He points at the high striker game in the distance and sprints over to it. Excited by the challenge, you begin to follow him, only to feel a familiar pair of hands grace your shoulders.

“Huh? What the-!” You gasp as you're suddenly yanked into the haunted house, a mischievous giggle leading the way to a dark, secluded hallway.

“Was the little sheepy surprised?” A pair of bright green snake-like eyes illuminated the darkness. It was… thirteen?

“Huh? Thirteen? What’s this about? Mammon and I were-“ She presses her pointer finger against your lips.

“Shhhhh~ just forget all about that greedy crow. I’m way more fun than he or anyone in all of Devildom, I thought you knew that by now~” she smirks and once again traces a nail down the middle of your chest. You gulp nervously as the thoughts of your… previous encounters imprint themselves back into your mind.

“B-but we… I’m…” Your heart rate and breathing accelerate more and more as the mischievous reaper leans over you, caging you against the wall.

“Don’t be scared, little sheepy. I'm just here to talk, that’s it!~ Then I’ll let ya go, sounds good?” Her sweet voice becomes a low whisper right against your ear, causing a shiver to run straight down your spine. She smirks at your reaction but doesn’t mention it.

“Whenever I see you nowadays, you’re always hanging around those demon brothers. What’s the deal, huh? I know you’re roommates or whatever but come on, don’t tell me you’d rather get pulled around like their dog on a leash than have some fun with little old me,” she pouts playfully, nudging her thigh between your legs, “And don’t think I can’t see the way they look at you. I can tell they want you, they want you more than just roommates or even friends for that matter. It’s almost amusing. Because no matter how much they want you,” she smirks once more and rubs her thigh against your twitching heat, making you release a whine, “You’re aaaaaall mine~”

“T-thirteen, w-we are in public someone will-“ Your heart skips a beat as she chuckles devilishly, an evil smile stretching across her face.

“Someone will see? Is that it? And so what? Just means more demons will finally realize who you belong too. And I’d guess you like that too, huh?” Her eyes narrow as she grabs your hips and slides them harder against his plush thigh. It’s almost humiliating how good she’s making you feel. You bite your lip, turning away from her, doing your best to hold on to your last shreds of dignity in the face of this flirtatious reaper. But you should have already known fighting back against her is pointless.

“Trying to hold back? Think your cute little body can resist? How silly~ You may be a very special and important human but you’re still just a human with normal human weaknesses~” She laughs at your feeble attempts and doubles down, rubbing your poor, twitching sex harder against her thigh and leaning down to litter rushed hickeys down your neck. If you shunted just a bit it wouldn’t take much to confuse her for a succubus.

“Come on little sheepy, just give in so I can show you a better time than that Mammon guy~” She rolled her eyes at the mere mention of his name, “Playing fun carnival games, wearing matching costume, holding hands, Ughh it’s just insufferable… but I’m getting off topic, I can already tell your body has given up~”

You look down at your hips and watch helplessly as you hump against her leg, small pants and gasps leaving your mouth. She was right.

“What will it be? Want me to continue this or do you wanna peace right back over to the demon that isn’t even looking for you? Who will you choose, the pesky little demon boys or your gorgeous and powerful reaper of souls?~” she waited expectedly for your response, her fingertips snaking under your outfit and teasing the edge of your shorts.

You knew leaving Mammon wasn't a very good idea. If he found you like this it might ignite a second war. But the longer she had you pinned against the wall, grinding your aroused sex in just the right ways to make you lose your mind.

“Agh…damn it… I g-give up…” you finally relented, causing an excited giggle to leave her glossy lips.

“Good little sheepy, I knew you’d tap out eventually. You’ve never been able to resist me and you ever will~” she smirks happily before pulling your shorts down to your knees, making you hiss as the cold, musky air of the creepy hallway greets your dripping, clenching pussy.

“Oh my, look at how damn wet you are from just my thigh, it’s so adorable~” she whispers as she traces small patterns over your pulsing clit, sliding down to your fluttering cunt. Her strokes from your twitching hole to your sensitive clit sends your body into a frenzy, shivering and whimpering like a virgin.

“It feels good doesn’t it? I bet those ignorant demon boys could only dream of touching you like this. Hehehe almost makes me wanna snap a pretty picture of your sweet little pussy taking my fingers and slip a copy under each of their doors, just so they know what they're missing~” Her threats fall on deaf ears as she carefully punges two fingers into your cunt, making sure her thumb doesn’t stop massaging your clit. Your hips buck up into her fingers as they prod against your g spot, almost immediately making your head tilt back to release a surprised moan.

“T-thirteeeeennnnghhh, shit, this feels so good…” You whine and arch your back.

“Oh, I can tell~ I’m only using two fingers but you’re acting like I’m splitting you open. Are you close? Ready to cum already?~” she snickered and gave your g spot a firm rub before thrusting her fingers even faster.

“Mmm, fuck, gunna cum, I need to cu-“ Your half lidded eyes flew open as the sounds of echoed footsteps rung out from some here in the haunted house, “S-someone’s her- AGh?!~”

You looked down in fear as three skilled fingers pounded into your pussy and Thirteen’s lips wrapped around your throbbing bud. You knew damn well she could hear those footsteps just as well as you did. Such a troublemaker, through and through. Your orgasm was quickly approaching as the warmth built up more and more in your abdomen, showing no signs of stopping.

“MC?! Damn it, where are you?! Answer me!” Mammon’s worried voice grew closer and closer, footsteps rushing down the opposing hall. All it would take is one turn at the corner and one more thrust against your sweet spot and he would get to witness the sight of his crush cumming all over someone else’s fingers. The image of that lewd scene was both terrifying and hot at the same time, making your stimulated cunt squeeze even tighter.

“Oh?~ Don’t tell me… does the little pure sheepy like the thought of being found with their pussy being fucked? Hehehe, I’ll take your twitches as a yes,” An almost sadistic expression spread across her face from in between your legs. If that look means what you think it means, you were really in for it. A stream of moans rip from your throat as she sucked harshly on your clit, finger fucking you so hard your pussy’s squelching could probably be heard from all the way at the fucking entrance of the haunted house.

“Aaagghh, s-slow do- f-faster… fuckkk, slow D-DOWNNNGHH!~~’” Your body shook pathetically as the dreaded footsteps picked up speed.

“Yeah, keep crying out like a good little sheepy. You’re mine, and no one else’s. Now cum, cum all over my tongue and show Mammon how much better I make you feel~”

The boiling heat in your pussy was far too impossible to hold back any longer, exploding into a spasm of muscles and loud moans as your hot slick spilled into Thirteen’s eager mouth. The horrified look of betrayal on Mammon’s face you caught the glimpse of before your dazed eyes blinked closed is one that will stay permanently engraved in your mind the next time you try to go out with another demon.

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(I took a small break cuz of burn out and I’m ready to keep on writing! Sorry this is a bit short, I had more of a smaller idea going in than I did the other ones. Expect more writing soon <3)

[666writingcafe]

Disruption

MC

I knew that I had to get the brothers settled down for the evening before I can even begin to look at any of these applications, and I thought I did a fairly decent job of making sure everyone had what they wanted.

But of course, the moment I sit down at the desk in the study and crack open the first one off the stack of papers, I hear people yelling.

"Why are you talking like that?! You're making fun of me, aren't you?!" That sounds like Levi.

"Wha?" And there's Mammon. "No, I wasn't tryin' to make fun of ya...little guy." Groaning and cursing to myself, I get up and step outside the study.

"Quit calling me that!" Levi shouts. "You...you moron!"

"HEY!" Mammon hollers. "That's no way to talk to your older brother!"

"Older brother?! A total moron like you? I've never thought of you as my older brother, not for a single second!"

"SAY WHAT?!"

"Guys, enough," I gently reprimand. "It's too late for you two to be screaming like this. People are trying to sleep."

"Oh, shut up, Zephyr!" Levi snaps. "This is none of your business!" I narrow my eyes at him.

"I don't appreciate you speaking to me in that tone." For whatever reason, my warning makes Mammon laugh.

"You've never been on my level, Levi! Not in the Celestial Realm, and certainly not here! And ya never will be! I'll always be the boss of you!"

"Mammon--" I get interrupted by Levi growling as he rushes up to his brother and punches him in the face, making him stumble momentarily. This is definitely making their fights in my timeline seem like child's play in comparison.

"Say what you want. I'm still strong enough to knock you to the ground."

"You think ya can take me in a fight with those granny punches of yours? All right, bring it on!" Oh, that's not happening on my watch. I'm not about to let them destroy the library. There's no way I can clean up that kind of a mess before Lucifer returns.

So, I clear my throat and say the first spell that comes to mind.

"Bringers of discord, may a curse be upon you! I am the one called Zephyr. Hear me! Transform! May you be small, weak, and timid!" The brothers' eyes widen as a bright light envelops them. Moments later, they've turned into cute little Chihuahuas.

"There. That's better." I'll have to thank Solomon for teaching me that particular curse. It's really effective.

Once Levi and Mammon realize what I've done, they run up to me and begin yipping at my feet.

"Oh, it'll wear off in the morning," I tell them. "I just need to work in peace for a few hours, and I can block out the sound of your barking a lot easier."

"What's going on in here...?" Oh shit. I didn't hear Lucifer come in the house.

This is awkward.

Lucifer stops in front of the library doorway, taking a proper look at the scene in front of him. As he glances between me and the dog version of his brothers, I can see the quick progression of his emotions in his eyes.

Anger.

Confusion.

Irritation.

Contemplation.

Resignation?

"Was it justified?" he sighs. Not the question I expected him to ask, but I can work with it.

"Yes," I respond, trying to sound as confident as I can. "They were interrupting me from my work." Lucifer focuses his attention back on the Chihuahuas.

"Look, it's not like I have the time or skills to string them up properly to the ceiling--" He holds up his hand, signaling for me to shut up.

"It's fine," he tells me. "I'll take them for a walk. Just do what you need to do for Lord Diavolo." I'm taken aback as he walks over and scoops the dogs up in his arms. I fully expected for him to tear into me for punishing his brothers without his knowledge or consent, but he hasn't even given me a light warning to not do it again.

And then I smell it.

Nutmeg.

I'm lucky that he turns his back to me quickly and swiftly walks out of the library, for I can't hide the growing smirk on my face to save my life.

This is definitely going to amuse Barbatos.

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[nightghoul381]

I have a little prompt for Silvio fluff 👀👉👈

Emma/MC begs Silvio to adopt a pet, and Silvio is trying to talk her out of it with the millions of reasons why a pet in a palace is impractical… but she has the power of persuasion.

Thank you anon and @happy-pup so much for the requests! I decided to combine them because the idea of doing a cute fluffy Silvio fic in his POV about the struggle of trying to convince his lover that pets don't belong in the palace was too good to leave separate.

No Pets

Silvio Ricci (POV) x Reader Genre: Fluff WC: ~ 1k

I can’t believe you’re on this again… How many times am I gonna have to tell ya, the palace is no place for a pet. But here you are, tryin’ to convince me yet again that you’d be less lonely. What do you mean you’d be less lonely? Are the rotten mutt and I not good enough company for you?

Thoughts spiral through my mind as I stalk through the halls on my way to my last meeting. It seems like you’ve been even more eager to get me to agree to letting you get a pet recently, coming up with the most random reasons.

“It’ll give me something fun to do while you’re working.  I could take it out to the beach and let it run in the sand!”

“I want to be able to try out this new recipe that was developed specially for dogs.”

“They’re just so cute!”

My entire meeting went by in a blur as I recalled time after time that you had mentioned wanting to get a dog, a cat, a rabbit, any sort of little furry companion.

Recently it really seemed like you were interested in getting a dog. Every point, every question, every… everything.

I’m really not sure why you’re so desperate for an animal. The thought of you spoiling it with your affection honestly had my heart twisting just a bit with jealousy.

I threw open the door to our room and was greeted with a startled scream and a flurry of thumping sounds as you leap to your feet, running toward me and blocking my view of the room.

“You’re acting suspicious,” I state, fixing you with a questioning stare.

“What are you talking about? I always come and greet you at the door.”

The look on your face tells me everything I need to know.

“Is someone else in there?”

“Just me,” Valerio’s voice called from the far end of the room.

My eyes flick back to you, and I can’t stop the fear and panic from flaring up.

“What the hell?! Why is that damned dog in here with you?”

“Silvio please calm down! It’s not what you’re thinking! I promise!” You sputter, taking a few steps backward and glancing nervously at Valerio.

“It sure as hell looks like what I’m thinking.” I’m having a really difficult time holding the red rage inside. Valerio leaps to his feet, stalking around the side of the bed.

“Will you calm down already? She was just too nervous to tell you about the surprise!” He growled, fixing his sky-blue gaze challengingly at me, as if daring me to keep talkin’.

“Rio!” You shout, an indignant scowl crossing your features.

And then the room is filled with a flurry of loud yapping and scrambling noises.

“No, no, no! Luca, sit!” you squeak, twirling around and darting over to the side of the bed.

You don’t seem to notice that I’m right behind you, peering over your shoulder. You little sneak. You went and got a dog.

I look down at the little bundle of white and black bouncing at your feet, tongue lolling as he excitedly tries to grab at one of the toys you had picked up. Another bout of excited yaps spill from the puppy as he notices me looking down at him, his tail wagging furiously as he runs around your legs to come see me.

“Silvio! I’m really sorry I was going to come and talk to you but he followed me home from the market and I tried to find his owner for several days! Rio was keeping him in his room but the maids insisted that they clean his chambers today and didn’t want the little guy running around and leaving pawprints all over the freshly mopped floor.”

I kneel down, reaching out a hand to the dog who eagerly sniffs at the rings on my fingers before licking at them. Normally, I’d be repulsed by the drooling creature getting my hands all dirty like this, but there’s something so innocent about his eyes and the cute way the spots on his face are laid out makes him look endlessly happy. Dammit. Leave it to you to manage to find a damned puppy that I’ll never be able to say no to.

“You would,” I sigh, shaking my head.

“Silvio, please. I really did try to find his owner.” Your tone is so melancholy and I can’t help but chuckle. You’re so dense sometimes.

Looking up at you I see your hands fisted in your skirts and you’re nervously chewing on your lip staring at me with such a deep look of guilt.

“You would manage to find an animal that, without a doubt, belongs here.”

You’re stunned, I can tell. It’s so damn adorable, I scoop the puppy up from the ground, his tail never slowing down as he leans up to lick my face.

“Hey! Hey, stop it little guy! Ya said his name’s Luca right?” I ask, petting between his ears and earning and excited bark as he leans into my hand.

“Um… yeah that’s what I’ve been calling him. He just makes me so happy and it means ‘bringer of light’ so I thought it suited him.”

Damn. Damn. Damn. I don’t get it… you’ve already got me hooked on ya and then you go and do this shit. I lean in to steal your lips in a kiss but it seems our new little companion wanted in on the fun as he begins licking at our faces.

We both start laughing furiously. Looks like he’s gonna need a lot of attention, but I’m starting to think it might not be too bad to give him the attention.

“We can count on Uncle Valerio to puppysit sometimes too, right?” I joke, flashing my brother a smile.

“Really! You’d let me watch him!” Valerio exclaims, his eyes welling with tears of joy.

This is absolutely not what I had expected when you had started asking so many questions. I can’t say I’m surprised; you’ve always been able to come up with some sort of harebrained scheme and it all works out for you. And damn if I don’t fall even more in love with you for it.

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[starcrossedxwriter]

I don’t know if you’ve been asked this before, or if you’ve answered this, but has anyone ever asked Michael or Charlotte where the nickname Honeybee came from? I just thought of that and it tickled me cause how would they answer that with a straight face.

Ok I love this question and I hope you see this, anon! Sorry it took me sooo long but I wanted to write something out cause I thought this was so cute lol and to answer your question, they definitely didn't keep a straight face hahaha Michael's been on Graham Norton a couple times and his interviews were so cute and he is so funny so enjoyyyy!

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“I’m very excited to have you both on the couch at the same time, Michael and Charlotte. Here to promote Creed III, which is in theaters next week. I’ve had you both here separately but this is a treat to have you both here,” Graham Norton offered, the studio crowd applauding the couple. 

“Thanks man, it’s always a good time here,” Michael responded, Charlotte nodding in agreement. 

“So Creed III out next week. Your directorial debut, which is awesome. Congrats to you, Michael. But I have to ask you, Charlotte, what’s it like being directed by your husband? Is that weird having him boss you around on set? Did you give him a hard time?” 

Charlotte laughed. “You know, actually it was pretty fun. Not sure how other people feel… working with their husbands but I loved it. You know we’ve been doing these movies and playing Bianca and Adonis for almost a decade. And as these characters have grown and evolved so have we and our relationship. So we have developed a short hand and ease on set with each other that made it easier. It also helps when your pillow talk is with the director,” she chuckled. “I kinda had an idea of the shots he wanted at times and could adjust to make sure I was doing my part to help him get it. Honestly, I just felt proud and so excited for my husband in real life getting to watch him achieve his dreams. I would just watch him sometimes on set and think 'damn, that's my man.' It was fun." 

“That’s really sweet. What’s the most annoying thing she did on set?” He asked Michael. 

Charlotte playfully raised her eyebrow as Michael rubbed his chin.

“You tryin’ to get me in trouble, huh??” He chuckled with a jokingly nervous energy. “Nah, she has always been like this but she is clumsy as hell - in character and in real life. So more than once, we'd get like a perfect take and then she'd just trip over like… air and we had to redo it."

Charlotte covered her face with her hand in embarrassment as Graham, the other guests, and the crowd laughed. 

“Is that true?” 

“1000%. I drop everything, I trip alllllllll the time. It’s pretty wild that it hasn’t happened more on red carpets and stuff honestly. And I break a lot of stuff too,” she added, her shoulders shrugging lightly. “I’m worse than our kids and we have twin boys so that’s saying a lot.” 

“Wow… so I imagine it’s gotta be weird giving feedback and getting it from your husband? How’d that go over?” 

“You know she’s pretty perfect so I never gave her anything other than glowing praise,” Michael interjected with his award-winning smile that had every woman in the crowd swooning. 

“Awww, that’s so sweet. And a complete lie,” Charlotte answered playfully, causing the entire crowd to laugh. “I will say, he was very good at giving constructive feedback but I could always tell what kinda feedback was coming just by how he addressed me.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Well, he never uses my first name. And we try to keep it professional on set so he calls me Els 99% of the time on set and at home. But if he had constructive feedback, he always called me honey bee instead of Els. It was like his tell. But yea if he pulled out honey bee, I knew it was to butter me up,” she laughed. “But the feedback was mostly positive.”

“Honey bee, that’s so sweet,” Olivia Coleman, one of the other guests on the couch added. 

“To be young and in love. None of the rest of us know anything about that,” Graham joked as the other guests had been married far longer than Michael and Charlotte. “I know Els is short for your middle name. Is there a story behind that nickname?” 

Michael and Charlotte shared a glance, Michael trying to stifle his laughter. However, Charlotte could not hide her own, immediately doubling over at the thought of sharing that origin story. They did not mind sharing details of their personal lives and relationship but that was one area they strayed away from.  

“I take it that story is not appropriate to share?” 

They both shook their heads as they laughed. 

“Nah, definitely not, definitely not. It started off as joke but then I liked it and it stuck,” Michael laughed. “That’s her name in my phone too.” 

“Meanwhile, he’s name is just Bakari in mine with a heart and ring emoji. He’s the romantic in this marriage.” She scrunched up her face playfully as he leaned over and pecked her on the cheek, causing a loud awww to echo through the crowd.

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This was fun! Ask me more stuff like this, friends lol

[ainsleysays]

dirty talking shane is making me go crazy you really understand.

UGH, right??? Oh my god. I write him doing it a little in Rage Monster because he's still working on getting his confidence back and he tends to babble more than anything there. (Billie taking the lead a lot also means he gets to be more of the blushy whimpery boy, which is also fun times). BUT MAFIA SHANE, oooooh, that man TALKS. I need to write some more of him just being filthy as fuck. FOR FUNSIES here's a little excerpt from a chapter of Songbird that's probably a good... I don't know, five or so chapters from what's currently posted. [smutty stuff below cut off]

Contains: NSFW! Spanking, belt use, some light cum play, Shane got consent first I just didn't wanna post too much

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He ran the belt lightly from her back to her thigh, feeling spoiled for choice for where to start.  Buzzing with the excitement of trying something new with her.  A quick swat of the belt across her right cheek to a minimal reaction.  A little harder on the left this time and Billie squeaked.  Shane grinned and repeated it on the right as she gasped.  Red lines started to form on her skin and he ran his fingers along them.

“Like seein’ ya all marked up for me,” he breathed.  “Hope you’re still a lil' sore tomorrow so y’remember your manners.”

Snap, snap!

Billie’s hips twisted away with a whimper before rolling right back into position, ass back out for him.  He could have lost it right there, his breath coming in shaky gulps.  Managed another three smacks with the belt before her moans and wiggling had him fumbling with his zipper.  He tossed the belt onto the counter beside her so he could free his cock from his boxer briefs.

"Shane?"  Her voice was strained and throaty and there were tears in the corner of her eyes when she looked back at him.

"Fuck," he panted.

He gripped the base of his cock with one hand and her hip with the other as he sank into her.  Letting a breath out as he closed his eyes and his head tilted back in pleasure.  Billie made the sweetest whine as he filled her.

“God, Pidge, y’were really into that, weren’t’cha?”  He rocked his hips for her, making her hum.

“Just trying to- ah!- get ungrounded.”

Shane got a fistful of her hair and twisted his hand to wrap her long dark locks around his fingers and wrist.  Using his new handhold to yank her up and closer to him so he could whisper in her ear while he fucked her.

“This pussy’s pretty fuckin’ wet for ‘just tryin’ to get ungrounded’.”  Picked up the pace to gasps from Billie.  “Bet’cher gonna cum so hard on this dick.  Bein’ such a good girl fer me, lettin’ me mark up that ass.  You're gonna be feelin’ this tomorrow, huh?”

Billie laughed darkly, the sound melting into gasping moans.  Shane released her hair in favor of gripping her shoulders as he pounded into her.  Able to get so deep in this position that he didn’t care he was already close.  The anticipation from spanking her had him desperate and powerless with the drive for release.  She was a panting and needy mess in front of him, taking his thick cock like she was destined to be like this.  His little wife, bent over in the kitchen just for him.

Ever a visual man, Shane found his eyes stuck on watching her cute reddened ass bounce back onto his cock.  Slowing down to stare at his length slipping in and out of her with ease.  God, he could watch that forever.  Especially if it was accentuated by Billie’s hungry noises, moaning and gasping in his hands.

He braced himself on the counter edge and gave it to her hard in a final bid for her to finish before he did.  Live wires sparking in his spine and groin with each slap against her.  Breathing heavy on her back as he bent over her, moving a hand to her belly so she didn’t get slammed into the counter.  The pitch of her voice was rising as she pushed back against him.  She moaned his name and he pitched forward with his own release.  Seated his pelvis against her ass with a deep groan.

“Shane!  Please,” she gasped, squirming against him.

His fingers dipped down from her belly to rub on her clit while she started to tremble in his arms.

“Cum for me,” he hissed into her ear.  “C’mon, Songbird, give it to me.”

Didn’t hold back with his fingers, circling her sensitive flesh like he had somewhere to be.  Gave her a few swallow strokes while he was still hard inside her.  Billie’s hand snapped over his at the edge of the counter, her fingers lacing into his.

“Ah!  Shane!  Ah, fuck!”

Felt it coming before she practically screamed. The way she tensed around him, her body pulling at his already sensitive cock.  Kept the pressure on her clit as she rode out her orgasm until they were both spent.  He trailed kisses down her spine and pulled out, replacing his cock with his fingers while Billie whined.  Pushing his load back inside her with a content murmur against the back of her neck.

When he stood up he gave her ass one final smack, earning him a yelp and a glare from Billie.  He grinned back at her as he righted his clothing.  She pulled her underwear and leggings back into place and winced as she leaned back against the island.

“Have I been punished to your satisfaction now?”

“Mm, s’long as ya mind your manners tomorrow.”

She pouted.  “Still grounded?”

Shane pressed against her and took her chin in his hand.  Tilted her head up so he could kiss her slowly, letting her open up to his tongue in a final act of claiming her this evening.  His other hand drifting into her hair while her nails ran trails up and down his back.

“Still grounded,” he said when their lips separated long enough for air.

[dasketcherz]

do you have any dad michael son gregory headcanons because your art for them is genuinely so so cool like omg… it all looks so good they are so cute in your style

OH MY GOD I'M GLAD YOU ASKED HOLLUP [PULLS UP MY DAD MIKE/SON GREG HC LIST]

greg absolutely secretly looks up to mike's skill set as an artist. he loves to watch him doodle, mike is the type who'd feel conscious when someone watches him draw but,,, he grew to not mind and got use to greg watchin him draw. he can tell the kid is observing and absorbing what he can learn from simply watching him do art.

^^^ with that in mind, Mike often does catch Greg drawing too, when the lil guy is very proud of his work, he shows it off to him. Mike is very encouraging that he keeps up at it cuz he genuinely thinks the kid is doing great.

^^^ As i established in the previous ask, Greg loves to give art gifts to ppl he cares about. He does the same for Mike, especially in special occasions like father's day, or his birthday and whatnot. Mike displays them either in his room or by the fridge, he is very proud of his son's creative efforts!

Mike is not the best cook out there, you can hardly entrust the kitchen to him without him setting it on fire but he tries his best to do a decent job at making pulled pork recipes ever since he found out it's Greg's favorite.

Greg loves to collect all sorts of cute and silly plushies, anytime he spots any when they stroll across a shop or smth he's so ready to persuade Mike to let em buy it for him. It doesnt take a lot of effort to really, all he has to do is stare up at mike with puppy eyes and Mike knows the drill, he sighs and then painfully pulls out his wallet every time. it's worth it tho, it's for the kid

It's always like a russian roulette who wakes up earlier than who in the morning. Sometimes its Mike, sometimes its Greg. Mike usually preps breakfast, well...as best as he could perform the basics. He's shown the ropes to Greg at some point cuz even tho Greg's a kid, Mike acknowledges that he's capable. Greg's a fast learner, if he does a specific task so often enough, he gets good at it eventually. Its a lil funny tho cuz Greg almost does breakfast better than Mike at times. Greg has some fun making Mike's morning coffee for him, he appreciates it a lot. He thinks it's really sweet, he always affectionately ruffle Greg's morning bed hair as a gesture of thanks.

They have a swear jar in the household. No further elaboration needed i think.

Mike drives a motorcycle bike that used to be owned by his mom. Every time he tells Greg he's headin off somewhere for a quick errand, the lil guy insist he wanna come along solely cuz he wanna ride the bike as well. He enjoys being on the bike, he thinks its hella cool and he feels like flyin, he has to always promise Mike he'll behave just so he lets him come too.

They absolutely love movie nights as a hang out time. They both love watching movies, they just have a good time checkin out any film that peaks their interest. Having fun lil discussion bout it during or after watching and all that. Mike is amused when Greg has a lot to say, he just lets the lil guy share his thoughts bout it.

Whenever Mike gets a call that Greg got into another fight at school and it's often cuz other kid bullies got in Greg's nerve [especially if it's them insulting his guardian to his face] or cuz he tried to defend other kids from being bullied, Mike is so ready to throw hands with said kid bully's parents to defend Greg back. Theyre always on each other's side first and foremost.

When one of them catch the other still up in the middle of the night, the instant thought they have is "cant sleep?" presumably cuz the other most likely had another nightmare. It has happened so frequent, they just came to understand that tryin to pass the time doin other things is often the other best thing they can do to doze back to sleep. They had done plenty of things to pass the time at moments like it : be it watch another movie, draw together, just stargaze outside by the front porch etc etc. They appreciate the other for keepin them company. They've grown to try makin sure they never feel so alone anymore the best they can, cuz they arent anymore when they have each other.

[kny-agere]

Hello! I was wondering if you could do a drabble with Cg Kokushibo & Douma looking after A little Akaza who's in babyspace? Maybe this is the first time he's regressed so young and there both trying to figure out how to best take care of him? (Idk why but I think they'd make a pretty good caregiving duo since they'd probably balance each other out lol) I also really like your work! The drabbles I've read are very cute! ^^

Thank you for the compliments!! I hope you enjoy this :>

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It was hard finding someone to take care of him. Akaza wouldn’t let anyone see him as weak just because he indulged in certain comforts. At first he considered one of the lesser demons as caretakers, but the lower moons tended to rotate quickly and he didn’t get along well with Hantengu or Gyokko. Gyutaro wasn’t a horrible candidate but his sister claimed most of his attention.

Looking at the demons above himself Akaza felt cornered still. He found Douma too grotesque to be useful in such a way, and it’d be deluded to think that Muzan cared about anyone other than himself.

Kokushibo however was promising. The man was quiet, but Akaza preferred that anyways. He just wanted someone to keep him company, a stable hand against his back.

So they fell into things naturally. Kokushibo had a surprising aptitude for caring for others, which extended to Akaza. He was still quiet, but would scoop the demon up to cradle or redirect his energy when needed. There was no sense of shame either, it was an understanding that their gentle moments together were separate from their lives as upper moons. No titles were needed when exchanging words.

That wasn’t to say everything was perfect. Kokushibo was bad at explaining things to Akaza, if he didn’t understand the downsides to destroying a room or refused to end a meeting when scheduled. Akaza sometimes got overwhelmed and rejected any of the other’s advances without reason.

Right now they were both struggling however. The rare meetings between upper moons are always hard. At least one of them ends up decapitated, with others injured in some way. It’s not quite as bad as individual meetings, in which Akaza knows he’ll be hurt, but still they’re not fun.

So they leave afterwards to one of the infinity castles many rooms. Kokushibo often faces the least of Muzan’s wrath, he stands straight and tall. Akaza stumbles behind him, clinging to the man’s loose robes. He keeps tripping over his legs and stumbling into Kokushibo’s back.

“Wait until we find a room.” Kokushibo gives the instructions directly. His hand lightly pushes Akaza away from him.

A wet sounding whimper leaves his lips. “I-I’m tryin’!” His legs feel heavy. Without the support his stance wavers again.

It’s uncommon for him to cry. Technically no tears have left his eyes yet, but the high cracks in Akaza’s voice are a sign that tears are on the way.

Frowning Kokushibo turns to the upper moon. Usually Akaza can take well enough care of himself. Currently he looks distressed however.

The older demon does what he knows how to and picks up the other. Akaza immediately wraps arms so tightly around his neck that it becomes hard to breathe. A stripped face hides itself within Kokushibo’s long locks. His updo sways as he walks, bouncing against Akaza’s cheeks.

Again there’s a sort of strange feeling, a disturbance to their usual routine. Often the younger demon will sit on his lap or ride on his back, there’s no clinging, no curled fists in his clothing or soft breaths echoing against his neck. It bothers Kokushibo a bit, the annoyance of too much physical contact.

So when they finally arrive to an adequate room he tries to set Akaza down. At first arms stay wound around his neck, but slowly he pries them off. As the boy flops to the ground he lets out a loud wail and tries to hide his face. One hand reaches out to attach itself back to Kokushibo.

He hopes that if he doesn’t turn away the fist currently grabbing his pants the boy might stop crying. Usually Akaza’s tears were still filled with anger or frustration rather than plain distress.

But after only a minute or two of waiting he’s already grown tired of the sobs. They’re not dying in volume or intensity. “Stop that. You shouldn’t be so loud.”

He refuses to quiet down until hands pick him up again. It still takes a moment for his tears to stop but eventually Akaza silences himself. His thumb is stuck into his mouth, but drool still trails down his chin.

Fishing a handkerchief from his pocket Kokushibo wipes up the mess under the boy’s lips. “What’s wrong?” This meeting hadn’t gone awfully all things considered. Akaza and Douma had bickered as usual, Hantengu was the one who ended up harmed, and then everyone was sent back towards their regular regions.

As Akaza attempted to answer he could only start off with stuttered syllables that didn’t evolve into any actual words. More drool slippered down his chin as he tried several times to repeat himself.

“Stop… you can tell me later.” The only thing more annoying than his cries were whatever the noises he had been making were.

He assumed that the younger demon would be relieved at the instructions, not longer having to try something beyond his current abilities, but tears built back up in the corner of his eyes. However the boy remained quiet (other than the occasional sniffle) this time, something Kokushibo was thankful for. He could think properly without the interruption.

Akaza was acting unusual. Perhaps the stress from the earlier meeting was still too much even considering the relative gentleness compared to other ones. It was possible this was unrelated to the master’s generally callous behavior, instead inspired by events Kokushibo hadn’t witnessed. Whatever it was had been enough to send Akaza into a state even younger than he typically regressed, that much was clear.

While he could coexist relatively well with the boy when he was toddler aged, the idea of Akaza being even more dependent on him was a little off-putting. Not because of anything the boy had done, but more so the fact that Kokushibo had no idea what he was supposed to be doing.

Holding him was working well enough for now. Even his silent tears had tapered off and he was once again sitting comfortably within the elder’s arms. Kokushibo settled in a more comfortable situation and wrapped his arms tighter around Akaza.

[princesscolumbia]

Ānzhuōniichuan - Chapter 2

Insomnia has been making a total mess of my ability to do things, including doing the stuff necessary to get rid of the insomnia. On the plus side, I've managed to get enough sleep this last week to recover enough to finished a chapter, so please enjoy:

Summary:

Ranma and Ryoga's journey, now with their new Chinese friend Xian Pu, takes them to a dojo in Japan.

Notes:

Been dealing with insomnia that's played merry hell on my ability to get, like, ANY writing done 'cause I'm just out of spoons before the morning is half over. Finally managed to grab a few time slices as I've been forcing myself to recover to get this written. Lost Little Wolf - The Minor Key Ch. 14, Double Isekai Ch. 10, Return to Recipient Ch. 6, And at This Point I'm Afraid to Ask Ch. 5, Deviation Ch. 9, Lost in the Dark Pt. 1 Ch. 2, Fission Ch. 10 Pt 2, and a few unpublished works are still on deck and work will continue...even if a bit slowly.

Preview below the cut:

Akane sat on her heels in the way that her friend Sayuri had marveled at since they were in elementary school together, feet flat on the ground, her knees up against her chest, arms wrapped around her legs, and chin resting on the little nook between her kneecaps. She was watching Ranma as the (currently) girl sat cross-legged in front of the family shrine. Ranma's eyes seemed to drift back to the largest picture on the shrine quite regularly; Akane's mother. Tears formed a track down the redhead's cheeks, and Akane had to admit that this part-time girl looked very cute and (dare she say it?) huggable. Akane was doing everything she could to fight the impulse to wrap her arms around Ranma and just hold her until the crying stopped.

"...stupid pops..." Ranma sniffled for probably the twentieth time since they'd come out here.

"Ranma..." Akane ventured, "Why did you turn yourself into a girl?"

Ranma blinked the most recent tears out of her eyes and turned to Akane, seeming like she was waking up from a daydream. "Huh? Oh..." she wiped the tracks off her face and said, "Didn't wanna cry as a guy. Aint manly."

Akane snorted, "'Manly'? What's being a man got to do with it?"

Ranma took a deep breath, "Nothin' really, just..." she wiped at her eyes again, "...pops just always kept hammerin' on me 'bout bein' 'manly,' and I thought that's just how guys'r'supposed to learn how to be guys. 'A real man does this,' 'a real man acts like that'... 'course, half'a that was the same as the bullshit 'bout bein' honorable, an' he never was."

Akane settled herself into a proper sitting position, opting for cross-legged like Ranma was doing instead of the seiza that 'proper girls' were 'supposed' to do. Yeah, she could sit seiza, but sometimes cross-legged was more comfortable. "Seems like your father was a jerk," she said, trying to keep Ranma talking.

The redhead sighed, "Yeah, Ryoga and Xian are helpin' me see that and tryin' to teach me how to be, I dunno, the kinda person I want to be. Still gotta long way to go, though. Like, I still don't know what I said wrong earlier."

Akane scrunched her brow in confusion, "What do you mean?"

"When I asked if you were a glass cannon," she sighed, "I just...a glass cannon is somethin' that can pack a hell of a punch but breaks real easy. Sometimes that's just how some martial artists are, I'm just tryin' to ask a question but something I said is wrong..." Ranma went from a little bit sad to teeth-grittingly frustrated in the space of a few words, her hands suddenly bunched into fists.

Akane found herself momentarily at a loss for words, "...but...being called a 'glass cannon' is a bad thing. Like you're trying to make fun of someone for having a weak defense."

Ranma turned to look at Akane, her jaw slightly slack, "But...I'm not trying to...I just...what?!" Her bunched fists were suddenly up and scrubbing at her eyes as a stuttering sob escaped her again, "F-fucking pops!" she stammered out, "R...Ryoga thought I h-hated him 'cause I just used the same things pops did to get me to spar with him! And since w-we started travelin' t-together with Xian they..." she heaved a couple of sobbing hiccups, "They've been t-tryin' t'teach me not to be mean 'r' cruel, an' it's like everything I say is mean! I thought that's just h-how you knew someone c-cared! And...and pops taught me that!"

Akane couldn't hold back any longer. She practically threw her arms around the smaller girl, muttering the little calming phrases and making the noises that Kasumi did whenever she couldn't handle the stress of life any longer or the Hentai Horde was particularly aggressive and nobody else would listen.

The two of them sat for a while, Ranma safely curled up in Akane's arms, the taller girl gently rubbing Ranma's back to comfort her. After the tears finally petered out, Akane realized that she was feeling something she hadn't expected for someone who'd revealed they were born a boy under the fabric of the silk shirt. She paused in her up and down motion, fingertips gently probing back and forth. Before Ranma's back could tense up any further, she asked, "Ranma...is that a bra?"

The redhead let out a nervous chuckle, "Y-yeah, got it a couple days after we got back to Japan. I had...no idea that there was such a thing as a sports bra, but...it works for me an' Ryoga 'cause of the curse." They disengaged enough for Ranma to look down at her own chest, as though the shirt wasn't there, "Pull 'em on like a shirt, the band stretches when we get hit with hot water and nothin' in the cups to really stick out or be obvious when we're in guy forms." She sighed, mostly seeming to need the breath to recover from the emotional outburst, "Didn't know...pops always made it seem like women wore bras 'cause they were weak or somethin'. Xian got kinda sick o' me fightin' without wearing one an' challenged me t'wear one during a spar an'...well, I don't think I wanna go without one ever again while I'm practicin' the Art, and since everything's practice..." she shrugged.

Akane could say quite well she didn't know any boys that didn't want to do martial arts without a bra. Now that Ranma seemed to have regained some of her emotional equilibrium, they separated, both now sitting cross-legged and facing each other. "Ranma...do...um..."

Ranma, for her part, just sat and waited for Akane to get her thoughts in order.

Akane took a deep breath, "I...my sister was right, I've been...every morning I have to fight a horde of boys just to get into school. And they made it clear they're intention is to overpower me and..." she swallowed, the fear she used to fuel her anger every day welling up inside her, "...take advantage of me."

"What?!" snapped Ranma as she started from her seated position. To her credit, she seemed to come to her senses and sit back down, "...sorry," she muttered.

Akane smiled, her expression pinched from the anxiety of the morning brawls bubbling inside but grateful that she seemed to have stumbled onto someone who was just as indignant about it as she was, "Thank you, Ranma. But," she took another deep breath, "I guess I've been letting them twist how I see boys up..."

Ranma nodded, "An' if yer enemy gets inta your head, then they're the ones pickin' the battlefield."

Akane mirrored Ranma's nod, "So because I need to...overcome this weakness, I need to ask you a question and hope it's not, like, the rudest question I could possibly ask."

Ranma tilted her head in a motion that reminded Akane of nothing less than a kitten encountering an ice cube for the first time, like she had no idea what was going to happen next but curiosity was driving her to learn no matter what and damn the consequences.

Taking that as encouragement, Akane plowed ahead, "Are you a boy or a girl?" She bit her lip, suppressing her embarrassment at having even had to ask.

Ranma's gaze seemed to turn inward, "...you know, I guess I'm a little of both?" she said after a while. "I mean, before the curse, I'd've told you I was a guy, 100 percent, but a lotta that was based on what my pops said, and we both know how much of a dumbass he was. But...I mean, I like bein' a guy sometimes. I want to be taller and more muscular and have longer reach an' all that. And sometimes I just like seein'..." she blushed, "Um...what I was born with between my legs." Akane blushed at that as well, which Ranma clearly picked up on because she said her next sentence in a tumble of words, "Not, like, in a hentai way or nuthin', but just 'cause it's, you know, what I 'spect t'see. But since I got the curse, I'm...I dunno, kinda seein' lots of stuff different. Like, chocolate is different!"

"It is?!" blurted Akane.

Ranma nodded enthusiastically, "And ice cream with chocolate? Gods! No comparison! I mean, I never got the 'guys don't eat sweets' thing before, but when I'm in girl mode it's like my tongue was made for sweets! And..." she blushed, "I...kinda like lookin' cute and...pretty. And I'd kinda like t'wear a dress an' just...be a girl for a bit."

Akane found herself smiling, easily imagining taking the redhead on a shopping trip with her friends Yuka and Sayuri.

Ranma grimaced, "Aint a fan of the cramps, though."

Akane thought her eyes would pop out of her head, "...cramps...?! Like, you have a period?!"

The redhead tossed her head back and let out a melodramatic groan that lasted nearly thirty seconds before slumping down (clearly exaggeratedly) and grumping, "Apparently I'm an 'early developer,' 'cording to Xian's granny. They weren't expectin' Ryoga or me to have our periods for, like, two months or somethin' so didn't say nothin' at first 'cause Xian was already fixin' to give me an' Ryoga 'the talk.' Then 'bout a week after we got back to Japan I woke up hurtin' like crazy and Xian had t'call home 'cause she thought it was somethin' else and Elder Ku Lon just laughed her wrinkly ass off so loud I could hear it over the phone an' across the room." She straightened, "Aint..." she turned green, "Bleedin' yet, but I gotta carry a pad around just in case now."

"But...you change back and forth, right? Can't you just, I don't know, stay a guy as much as possible during it?"

Ranma curled her lips and stuck out her tongue in irritation, "That's what I asked first thing. The magic of the curse aint, like, givin' me a new body every time. It's just flippin' me back an' forth between bein' a guy and bein' a girl like I'd been one the whole time. I can stop the period with hot water, but the second I flip back to girl-mode the period picks up right where it left off. Now I gotta wear either panties or briefs no matter what 'cause boxers sure as hell don't hold a pad."

Akane paled slightly, "Oh, um, are you...? Is it...?"

Ranma shrugged, "Nah, that was last week and was short 'cause I guess it was my body's first time an' all. But it was two days and tryin' to hide that your pad's slipping fucking sucks, let me tell you."

Akane turned as scarlet as her name for a bit as she imagined being in a similar situation. Frantically trying to drown out her scattered thoughts, she asked, "So when should I think of you as a boy?"

Ranma shrugged again, "Any time I am one, I guess. Xian and Ryoga've been tellin' me to use hot or cold water whenever I'm feelin' more 'boy' or 'girl.' That's why I got the water in there," she pointed to the house, "When I was feelin' like I needed to cry. I just...don't feel much like a boy, so I changed."

"Huh...I guess you're kind of lucky like that."

The smaller girl's face scrunched in confusion, "What are you talking about? It's a curse!"

Akane held up a hand placatingly, "Yes, and it's awful that it happened to anyone, but there've been times I kinda wished I could turn into a boy to take on the horde. Not really any other time, but if I could just once take 'em on as a man I bet they'd think twice about trying again the next day."

Ranma's smile was strained but sympathetic, "I guess I can see that."

"So do you...I guess... 'switch' mentally, too?"

Ranma shook her head, but then seemed to think about it and tentatively bobbed her head in a single nod, "I didn't think I did at first, but lately if someone says 'he' or 'him' about me when I'm in girl-mode, I start lookin' around for who they're talkin' about. And a few days ago I had a cop tryin' to look me up...long story, but we'd had more'n a few times the cops tried t'put me in jail 'cause my pops used my name for his bullshit, an' I was just...tired of it and already in girl mode, so I made up the name 'Ranko,' kinda on the spot, and yesterday I was in girl-mode and Ryoga said my name...er, she said 'Ranma' three times before I realized she was talkin' to me 'cause I just kinda started thinkin' of my girl-mode as 'Ranko.'"

They were quiet for a bit, the sound of the rain muting the rest of the outside, making them feel like their entire world was just the dojo.

He...she has periods, wears a bra, thinks of herself as a girl... Akane could almost feel her worldview shifting around in her head, I mean, sure, sometimes he is a boy, but even as a boy he was treating me better than any of the boys at school...ESPECIALLY Kuno! She had no idea what this meant for her in the larger context of her life, but her family's school was all about learning and adapting and growing in spite of everything thrown at you and becoming better than everyone else because of what was thrown at you.

She came to a decision, though exactly what the conclusion was or the path to get there she couldn't say. Smiling warmly, she reached out and offered her hand to Ran...ko. "Well, then hello Ranko, I'm Akane. Would you like to be friends?"

Akane didn't really understand the phrase 'lighting up the room with a smile' until that moment when Ranma practically glowed in response to Akane's offer.

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[toointojoelmiller]

play something new: a last of us one-shot

Sarah and Joel have a sweet domestic moment together in th backyard... just before his birthday :( gosh I love them.

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read on ao3 here

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The screen door slams behind him, and he jumps - drops the bike chain, lubricant smearing up his forearm. He cranks his head around to see - Sarah in her hoodie and track pants, barefoot on the patio.

It isn’t every day that she wants him to play for her - so when he registers that she’s holding onto his guitar, he raises an eyebrow.

“Hey kiddo,” he says. He sets down what he’s holding and tries to wipe some of the grease off his hands and arms - smudging dark stains onto his nearly worn to death jeans.

She flops onto their bench swing, laying the guitar down next to her. “Hey. What are you doing?”

He walks over, stretching out his back. “Just - getting our bikes tuned up a bit - thought we might go out this weekend, if you’re up for it. As a birthday present for me?”

She laughs at him. “Dad - I’ll go for a bike ride with you - you don’t have to extort me.”

He flashes her a grin as he moves the guitar aside, leaning it against the wall, and sits down next to her - “Alright, good to know. I’ll cash it in for somethin’ else then.”

She rolls her eyes and rocks the swing back and forth a little bit with her toes - they sit in the quiet for a few moments, listening to the bugs humming.

“You want me to see if Uncle Tommy can come with us?” He asks eventually.

She nods - “Sure. Sounds fun. Then I won’t feel bad when I leave both of you in the dust - you can keep each other company.”

He snorts as he thinks about the last time the three of them went biking - the split chin Tommy had to get stitched up after a poorly thought out race home with Sarah and a way too enthusiastic attempt to jump a curb - “I’ll ask him."

“Speaking of -” she says, “Your birthday breakfast - we decided we’re gonna have pancakes. I don’t think we have any stuff though.”

“Alright, pancake mix - on it,” he says. “You two plottin’ anythin’ else about my birthday?” 

She shakes her head. “Nah - not yet anyway.” 

“Well, you got a couple days,” he says as he scratches his chin, looking at her. “You all done playin’ for the night?”

She shakes her head - “Just needed some air.” Chews her lip a bit, a furrow in her brow that makes Joel frown.

“Everything alright?”

“I can’t get it,” she groans in dismay, throwing her head back dramatically - he almost laughs, but knows she won’t appreciate it - “I’ve been trying for hours - and I just - it’s like my fingers won’t do what I want ‘em to. I’m no good at it.”

“You’ll get it, kiddo - just takes time. You’re plenty good. Ke -"

“Keep practicing, I know,” she grumbles, cutting him off. “Uuuugh. Practicing sucks.”

He can’t hold in a chuckle -

“And now you’re laughing at me, too,” she says, tossing a hand over her eyes. But her shoulders are shaking too as she laughs along.

“Nah - really, though, baby - I’m sorry. I know the feelin’ - it ain’t fun,” he says, putting an arm around her and giving her a squeeze. “Which one are you tryin’?”

“The - you know the one that’s like,” she mimics a little tune - “Duh-nuh nuh nuh nuh -" and he’s fighting not to laugh again - can’t help it, sometimes she’s just so damn cute.

“Right - “ he says, no clue at all what song she’s talking about - “Halican Drops?”

It’s a safe guess and it pays off as she nods.

“Well - you’ll get it baby. Maybe just need a break. Sometimes if you try for too long you can end up getting worked up about it and - just makes it harder. Maybe better to start fresh another time.”

“Yeah,” she mumbles. “I guess.” It’s quiet for another minute. He moves the hand around her shoulder up, playing with her hair a bit.

And then she looks at him, doe eyed. “Will you play something for me?”

A question he’s never said no to. He can’t help the grin that spreads cross his face, that she’ll still ask - growing so fast it makes him dizzy - a full-blooded teenager now, and still sitting out back with her dad, wanting to hear him play. Special, sweet - not a day goes by he isn’t floored by how lucky he is. 

“Of course,” he says, trying not to gloat over it - his heart swelling in his chest. “Any special requests?” He gets the strap slung over his head, takes a second to adjust the tuning -

Sarah shrugs, tucking her feet up on the bench, wrapping her arms around her knees. “Something new. What were you playing last night?”

He’s suddenly a bit sheepish - almost blushes. “Ah - you heard that? Thought I was bein’ quiet - sorry.”

She shakes her head at him -“No, I liked it - it sounded nice. The little bit I heard, anyway. What was it?”

He opens his mouth, but she gets a sly smile as she cuts him off to say - “Wait, wait - let me guess - more Pearl Jam?”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” he says with a scoff as she throws her head back and cackles.

“Oh my god, Dad - you seriously need to branch out.”

He’s laughing, too - can’t help it, she’s contagious - “You want me to play or you want to tease me about my taste in music some more?”

She wiggles a bit to get comfortable, tucks some of her hair behind her ears. “Play, play! Can you - do you mind doin’ the one from last night? It sounded cool. There was a part I really liked.”

“Anythin’ for you, kiddo,” he says seriously, and she beams that smile at him that makes everything in the world ok. “Fair warning, though - I don’t have it nearly figured out, yet. Just came out - only played it through a few times. Was gonna play it for you, eventually, just - don’t be surprised if you hear me fillin’ in a lot -”

She nods eagerly. He takes a minute to run his eyes over her face - hopes she never stops looking at him like this - before he clears his throat, strums the first few bars - breath in -

“If I ever were to lose you -”

[asksoldieron]

SO-12: The Spirit of Harpo Marx

If there's a lot of engagement on this, this post is liable to get real long, beware before you expand.

Welcome to the Engagement Lounge, for Alight at the Window (SO-12) an instalment! Short comments can go in the replies, but there's a 475 character limit. Longer ones will need a reblog. Remember to @asksoldieron if you're reblogging someone else's reblog, so I can see it too!

Awwwwww, ya know? Awwwwww ❤️!

Poor Erik is in ⚡🔋no shape🔋⚡ to communicate, but he's doing his best. Maggie has no idea whether he's messing with her on purpose, or what's wrong with him, but she won't let him go. They'll get to him eventually. (I've just finished that part, actually. They've got him! Uh. Sorta. At least he's... safe now? 😅Oh, I can't say that with a straight face.)

This is the last of my queued posts/instalments, and I have no idea where my reading and drawing ability will be when it goes live. If I can't update you on my condition (and the condition of the next six instalments) I'll hafta have the spouse type a note for me. I want to do six more right away, or I might take a two week break, or - if I'm really struggling - it'll be a break of indeterminate length. I hope I'll be okay to just keep going, my Patrons have been so patient this year. Thanks, y'all.

But, either way, there will be a break at some point, because I'll have a while where I can't write or draw and that's going to eat up my backlog. Also, recent updates have done more stupid things to my theme and I think the site needs a redesign - maybe including some radical simplification. I'm just not mobile friendly and I can't make the current format behave. People with better eyesight than me do a lot of reading on their phones.

I have no idea how to build a community and I'm flailing, really, but maybe if I can get the interface more convenient, more people will like me? (I have no idea. Probably they won't.)

Look, though! You've got some extra art to tide you over! And a song!

I'm not in love with how Erik's design looks right now - he looks like a train wreck, but he should look like a train wreck. Nobody is going to fix his hair. I still feel self-conscious about it. He used to be cute. I've got to do a full-body rendering of how he'll clean up, but I don't have time for it now.

However, I did do a page of something trying to get comfortable with his ability to emote in train reck form. I don't have time to finish it, but I think it looks cool so I'm sharing.

This is potentially a way for me to serve you the music without lyric backgrounds that you can't read! It's very labour-intensive, but I was figuring out how to do it and it might get a little easier with practice. Also, my current tablet is struggling with the resolution and I plan to update it by the end of the year - depending on sale prices.

After I saw Hedwig and the Angry Inch, I found out the original Off-Broadway incarnation had filked music with lyrics by John Cameron Mitchell. 🥹😊I'm calling it! This is something other people sharing my identity do to tell their stories! Filk musicals are an enby thing! We do not give a shit about the music industry's copyrights! I'm performing nonbinary correctly!

So here's the lyrics again, and maybe I'll give you the rest in comic form as my vision and my tools improve.

You Are Found! (based on "We Are Young" by fun.) I need a minute, I… I don’t know if I’m ready yet I’m tryin’ to get my shit together, Maggie, please don’t be upset My family must be looking for me somewhere very near Guess I knew you must be coming but I can’t believe you’re here, and… It’s been forever since I’ve seen your face I know you want to take me home But although it hurts to do this work they need my help for what it’s worth —  Oh, gods I’m not sure if I wanna go So maybe if, next time you see me, You can take me by the hand, You’ll steal me away At last I am found So I guess the party’s over Time to get sober, and come down At last I am found So I guess the party’s over Time to get sober, and come down No, I wanna go home I’m just not done I guess that I, I just hoped We could visit and I’d get right back to work But I can’t go yet So I must forget 'Cause I think you’ll hafta steal me away At last I am found So I guess the party’s over Time to get sober, and come down At last I am found So I guess the party’s over Time to get sober, and come down Steal me away at last (na na na na na na) Come steal me away at last (na na na na na na) Steal me away at last (na na na na na na) Come steal me away at last (na na na na na na) The gods have their own plan (na na na na na na) But I’m just one weary man (na na na na na na) So you're gonna hafta steal me away at last (na na na na na na) I have so much to do (na na na na na na) How can I go with you? (na na na na na na) So you're gonna hafta steal me away (na na na na na na) At last I am found So I guess the party’s over Time to get sober, and come down At last I am found So I guess the party’s over Time to get sober, and come down So maybe if, next time you see me, You can take me by the hand You’ll steal me away at last

See you soon! Ha, I hope!

Late edit: Two week break, folks. No drawing ability yet, so we're stuck with it. I still hope to get you the next six by the end of the year. I'll keep you posted!

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[minevn]

how do the love interests deal with an mc that’s very… idk how to describe it but catlike? sleeps a lot, quiet most of the time but not really in a shy way, more in a “i have nothing to say” way, shows affection by gently bonking their head against the LIs, etc.

I decided to add Aki just because I REEEEALLY wanted to :3 wanted to write for my wife😌

Minato: He is a healthy person so he'd be concerned about you sleeping a lot and might try to help you fix it if you wanted to. He's also quiet so there may be a lot of awkward or comfortable silence. Thinks its so cute when you bonk your head against him, he might even try to do it to you :3

Haruto: Is most likely already used to your behavior. Instead of trying to improve the catlike behavior, he'll probably feed into it. If you have a set napping time then he'll always show up at that time so you can sleep on him or maybe he could join you in a nap. Haruto is pretty good at speaking so he's fine with leading the conversation if that's what you need, he's also fine if you give short answers, and if you just want silence then he'll be able to pick that up and will stop talking. Haruto is also bonking his head against you and thats your love language now :3

Jun: YOU'RE SO CUTE OMG!! Jun wouldn't try to fix your sleep schedule but she might pout a little, you're attention is on sleeping and NOT her LMAO, but she's happy as long as she gets to be near you<3 Jun is fine with doing most of the talking, she LOVES talking. Ofc if you ever do have something to say and want to talk Jun will listen happily, she wont ever interrupt you and she'll make a conversation topic off of what you're talking about. Literally thinks you are the cutest person alive and loves you so so so so so much, will pet you if you bonk your head against her.

Hoshi: Might try to keep you up by dragging you out to an amusement park or something, definitely takes you on the tagada ride, if he doesn't do that he'd drawing on your face. Hoshi also doesn't mind leading the conversation but will make remarks like "You're so boring." Or something rude about you being quiet. Calls you weird for bonking your head against him but might end up doing it as well, JUST TO TRY IT THOUGH he thinks its cute

Habiki: Will Just go to sleep with you honestly. I think Habiki is kind of catlike as well, most things you do Habiki will probably do as well. He's also quiet, but suddenly its a problem when you're quiet because he likes your voice. ADORES it when you bonk your had on him, it's something that he learned to do FROM you and now he's doing it to everyone he cares about.

Kage: He'll tuck you in and probably also join you for nap time, He's also quiet, you could be having a comfortable silence though and he'll still feel awkward. Jumps whenever you bonk your head against him, he's never expecting it, but he likes it :3

Kei: Would try to help your sleep schedule, tryin to keep you up so you're sleepy at night, hoping you can fall asleep, otherwise he'll try calming methods to make you tired, if that doesn't work then he might suggest sleeping meds if you're comfortable with that. He relates to your quietness, you two will probably have a lot of comfortable silence but Kei might also just start saying random facts or whatever, he likes hearing you. He'll start nuzzling into your neck, talking about how cute you are.

Yani: Will join you when you nap after she takes tons of pictures and drawings of you. Yani doesn't mind leading the conversations and will try to include you! Bonks you back with a little too much excitement, feels bad and starts apologizing, but doesn't learn. Every time you bonk them with your head they get so excited and bonk you too hard.

Aki: Worries about you. Tries to get you out of the house more, or at least tries to do something fun inside. Aki doesn't mind talking a lot, at first she felt bad but then realized that's just you, goes completely silent and listens to everything you have to say when you do talk. Loves when you bonk your head against her, probably does it back before petting you.

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ALRIGHT Y'ALL

i haven't posted much about any of the fics i've finished or even really the ones i've read much (did post some things about ahb but not much after finishing) before right now but i'm feeling a lot of emotions so here goes

i finished teach them how to dream by @im-still-tryin-to-find-it and as i said, im feeling a lot of emotions (this will contain minor spoilers)

for one, it was so cute. oh my god. like, i was excited to start it because it sounded fluffy and cute but i had no idea. the second james and regulus laid eyes on each other i was done for. oh to have somebody look at me the way they look at each other

harry. in this fic. i love him so much you don't understand. he is so cute oml. and he does some slightly foolish things but we still love him. and his dynamic with regulus is just ajjshshsjsldhfhshdh. the valentine he wrote for him???? are you kidding me???

regulus as a kindergarten teacher. did i know i needed this in my life? no. but i did. i really did. a while back i reblogged a post about regulus loving kids and that. just that. the second harry walked into his classroom he was perfect. and i loved every second of it.

i love love love the black brothers here, they don't hate each other for once! and i actually really loved that. they so easily fell back into a brotherly rhythm and it made my heart so happy to see them happy

lily. i love her. straight up. i'm in love with her. she and mary are absolutely the best. i love the way they tease james and regulus and really test their limits in a playful way. from the second mary found out regulus liked james they were scheming and i love them for it. also lily owning a bookshop>>>>>.

and i LOVE lily and james' relationship so much. i love them as best friends because it just works so well, and i love that they were in love once and they just gradually became friends and it worked for them

evan and barty are hilarious i love them. for some reason evan being a third grade teacher just makes so much sense, can't explain it. and pandora was such a fun character. i can just picture her in these bright, fun, over the top outfits, having so much fun bringing joy and knowledge into these little kids' minds.

they're all such good parents. james, lily, mary, peter, remus, sirius, regulus. the whole huge family. (when harry didn't get enough parents in canon so you give him 7, i mean why not?) and peter holds a special place in my heart in this fic, i really like his character

and finally, jegulus. i have no words. they're just so fucking adorable. and they love each other so much and UGH i have no words.

ANYWAY i'm about to go read home is whenever i'm with you because i'm sad about the end of tthtd but THANK YOU GABBY FOR THIS ABSOLUTE MASTERPIECE i will hold it in my heart forever